#pls tell me its not just me that found this absolutely hysterical

[aphantimes]

bro how is he gonna fit that gigantic head under there

[bratkook]

rough hands. (m) jjk

pairing : tattooed!jungkook x tattooed!reader (slight fuckboy!jk)

word count : 12k, (i hate myself why cant i ever write anything shorter than 10k goodbye)

genre : (fr)enemies to lovers, smut, this is for @mygukandonly​ ty for the idea and for sharing my thirst for jungkook lmao also ps. if you read this/enjoy it pls reblog bc tumblrs tags are dead af tysm

warnings : overstimulation, dirty talk (its kinda sweet tho?), playful banter during sex, unprotected sex

summary : how is he meant to confess that he’d tear off his left arm for you if you asked when he can see the way you look at him in disgust when his nervous rambling leads to retelling the raunchy stories of girl’s past

The muffled sound of your roommate and his best friend laughing in the kitchen can be heard through your bedroom wall, a smile spreading across your face when you hear Hoseok’s telltale joyous laugh, no doubt in the middle of telling a story. 

You rake your fingers through your hair once more, fluffing it up and stepping back from the mirror to give yourself a once over, your hands tugging down on the tight dress you had on. The black shiny latex hugging your curves in all the right spots and you smirk as excitement fills you when you think of the dumb shit you and your best friend Rina were going to get into tonight.

In the kitchen Hoseok pours another shot for himself and Jungkook, the two of them energized at going out tonight as well, the video game demo they had been working on at work had gotten approved, being given the green light to move further into it so they would be celebrating tonight. The rest of his friends were set to arrive at your shared apartment for some pregame drinks before they left to their designated bar of choice.

“Y/N! Take a shot.” Hoseok shouts out when you step out of the hallway, his head peeking out by the breakfast bar to see you. He’s wearing a simple white tshirt, his colorful tattooed arms on full display as he holds out a shot glass for you to take. As you step closer to grasp it Jungkook’s eyes bulge out at what you’re wearing, he chooses to throw back his shot, letting the burn of tequila take his mind off how hot you looked. Jungkook has had it bad for you for so long, you and Jungkook have ran in the same circle since high school, not exactly friends but there was always a mutual friend linking you two together.

Jeon Jungkook has always been shameless, even at the young age of 16, when his hair was all bangs and the only thing on his mind was bands, shows, and girls. His debauchery only worsened in college when his muscles bulked up and he started experimenting with tattoos, there is nothing horny college girls love more than a man with long black hair and inked sleeves so of course he embraced it. 

The social circle you two shared slowly dwindled away after the first year of college as people dropped out, moved out of state or started a career while you finished your schooling. Because of that, you hadn’t really seen or heard much about Jungkook during your last year of college, not sure if he ever finished, dropped out or took a year off. It wasn’t until fate had you responding to a room mate needed ad that lead you to Jung Hoseok and in turn leading you right back to Jeon Jungkook, full circle.

And in that reunion it was made clear that he had stayed exactly the same, the same 16 year old mentality trapped inside a bulked out tattooed man, his new found goal being getting under your skin because he loved seeing you upset.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s as you grab the shot glass, standing right beside Hoseok as he pours himself yet another shot. He just smirks at you, noticing your added height with the platform shoes you have on, “If you wear those shoes you can get on all the rides at Disney.”

He hides his smile behind the glass, seeing you roll your eyes as you throw back the shot, glaring at him once you swallow it, “Oh shut up, I’m normal sized, it’s not my fault you’re a fucking Titan.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at your comeback, his shoulders nudging Jungkook and seeing him fighting back a smile at your reaction, “Touché.”

The contents of the tequila bottle start to dry out so Hoseok pushes it away, opting for grabbing a cup to start making drinks to pace himself until his friends show up. You have the beginnings of a buzz warming you up, sliding out your phone to see that Rina texted you to come over, wanting to pregame as well before you went out together.

As you start texting her back your ears tune in to the story Jungkook had decided to start telling, reminiscing on the last time they had all gone out to that dive bar. His hands are animated as he tells Hoseok about the drunk girl he had his eyes on, the both of them ending up in the gross bathroom while she gave him a sloppy blowjob, stopping halfway through to puke all over the floor and how it had absolutely wounded his ego. Him and Hoseok are bent over in hysterics as you lock your phone and roll your eyes, like clockwork Jungkook had to start talking about his sexual escapades, “And that’s my cue to fuck off.”

You shove your phone into your tiny side bag as you start to walk away and Jungkook presses his lips together as he realizes once again he said something he shouldn’t have. Hoseok turns to look at you, “You sure you don’t wanna come out with us? It’ll be more fun than that fetish club you’re into.”

You laugh at him, acting as if he didn’t frequent that club as well, “Is Iseul joining you?”

He frowns at the mention of his girlfriend, getting a little sad that she would in fact not be joining him, “No, she’s got an early shift tomorrow so she cant.”

“Sorry but if she’s not there I’m not interested.” You tease with a shrug, throwing your arm up in a wave before leaving your apartment, the door slamming behind you.

Jungkook instantly sulks once you’re gone, mentally slapping himself for always managing to say stupid shit around you. He couldn’t help himself, the small crush he had spawned in high school when you were still the timid girl that wore band tees two sizes too big, and now that you had matured into this, all leather and stockings and tattoos that rivaled his, that crush had bloomed and with it came plenty of wet dreams and fantasies. 

He knew he stuck his foot in his mouth every time you two ended up in the same vicinity but his usual confident and cocky self became a nervous fucking wreck around you. His brain chose to either rile you up with mean jokes or let his mouth run on autopilot. Unfortunately the only two topics programmed in consisted of shit regarding his job as an audio engineer for video games or his raunchy one night stands. More often than not it was the latter, talking about vulgar things made you walk away, if he talked about technical shit that you didn’t know about, it left room for questions from you and more of a chance for him to embarrass himself.

He uncaps the tequila bottle again and tips it back, taking a swig from the bottle and accepting that he’d have to live with annoying you from afar.

Its not until you come home that night, absolutely hammered, while hes there that he gets the first glimpse that maybe his dreams aren’t so far fetched. He’s stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, the buzz of the night having left him a while ago, a bowl of cheerios in his hand that he’s currently shoveling into his mouth when you stumble in, tripping over the doors threshold as you giggle and attempt to shut it quietly as to not wake up Hoseok.

Jungkook smirks with a mouthful of cereal as you press your forehead against the door and double over in hushed laughter, no doubt remembering something stupid that happened earlier. “You okay?” He finally speaks up, scaring you, you whip around in shock and slam your back against the door, a small whimper of pain leaving you as you slide down until your butt meets the floor.

“Oh shit.” He sets his bowl down and goes over to make sure you’re okay, your body is slumped on the floor with your legs sprawled out and he forces himself to just stare at your face, a small frown on it now that you realize how drunk you are. But thanks to that, the usual dont touch me attitude you normally have is missing, letting Jungkook scoop you up by the arms. He swallows as his fingers go down to tug the hem of your dress since it had rode up from you sliding down, his fingers lingering slightly on your thigh.

Your head lolls over now that he’s holding you up and away from the wall, a small smile on your face as you stare at him, your finger coming up to gently prod at the bar he has in the center of his lip, seeing them curl up as well because fuck are you drunk.

Your eyes are having trouble focusing on him with the dim light and the two shots you took just as you left the bar finally settling into your system but you make him out just fine, the weird orange glow coming from the kitchen illuminating him enough for you to see him. “You’re really cute in this lighting.” You slur out.

Jungkook just blushes, not knowing how to respond to you because you complimenting him was not the norm. When your brain decides that your head is far too heavy to hold up it drops back, showing him the expanse of your neck and the beautiful peony you have at the side of it, just under your ear, leading up to the spot where your neck meets your collarbone and Jungkook can’t stop himself from thinking of sucking hickeys into the skin there, the purple splotches coloring the blackwork tattoo.

“Wow, you’re sloshed.” He hauls you up, the muscles on his body clearly not being for show as he carries you to your room. He flicks the light on and gently places you on your mattress, hearing you groan in protest but otherwise not moving. His hands start to unbuckle the straps to your shoes, cute leopard print platform heels with the words doll face adorning the toe strap and it was very much you.

They land on your hardwood floor with a loud thud but you don’t register it, your eyes staying shut as you shove your face into your sheets. He opts for leaving you in your dress, shoes were fine but clothing was uncharted territory so he just unfolds the fluffy throw blanket at the edge of your bed and drapes it over you. His hands turn you over until you’re on your side, a stack of pillows at your back so he knows you won’t run the risk of choking on your puke if the situation arises. When he knows you’re no longer at risk of dying he starts to get up, your hands coming to grasp his and it startles him to see your drunk eyes blinking at him softly.

Your lips are moving but he can’t make out what you’re saying so he inches closer, “Huh?”

When hes about a foot away your hands cup his cheeks and bring him in for a quick kiss, the scent of vodka filling his nose as he feels the softness of your lips, “Thank you Jungkookie.” The phrase slurs together in an almost incomprehensible sentence but he hears it as he pulls back, your eyes shutting and your hands dropping and laying limp beside you as you knock out.

Jungkook just stands at the edge of your bed, watching you sleep for a moment before he scurries out to the living room, forgetting about his cereal and collapsing onto the couch to crash, his hands rubbing his eyes almost as if he’s trying to wake himself up from the dream he swears hes in.

His night had been restless, he couldn’t even blame it on sleeping on a couch, he usually did that when he and Hoseok went out and he had to carry his best friend home. No his dreams had consisted of you and that damned latex dress, the small innocent kiss you gave him spurring him on, so he was thankful when he woke up and no longer had to be scared of you walking in on him saying some shit in his sleep.

Hes currently sprawled out on the couch, shirtless with his grey sweats on, one hand tucked behind his head as the other fiddled with his phone, scrolling through instagram and shamelessly rewatching your story for the millionth time. He just couldn’t stop replaying a video of you speaking into the camera, very drunk with a massive smile as you tried to get your friend who was in the background to face the camera, erupting into a laugh that made him smile along.

His finger presses down on his screen, pausing the video as his ears pick up the sound of a bedroom door opening, either Hoseok was up or you were. He wasn’t sure who he was hoping for but when he sees his friend walk out of his room with bedhead he wishes it was you.

Hoseok smacks his lips together a few times, his squinty eyes looking at Jungkook as he smiles, “How’d those jäger shots treat you?”

Jungkook laughs as he recalls Hoseok egging everyone on to take more of them, sitting up and ruffling his wavy hair, “I can still bounce back as quick as I did when I was 16.”

Hoseok just groans, his palm rubbing his forehead, “Wait until you hit 26.” He waddled into the kitchen and begins rummaging around, the sound of pills shaking in a container being a telltale sign that Hoseok desperately needed advil.

“Hungry?” He calls out and Jungkook hums in response, he was very hungry, he hadn’t wanted to get up and make himself food since last time he did he had mistakenly used up the last of your oat milk and you had been furious, tossing the empty carton at his head when you had tried to make yourself a bowl of cereal. “You cool with pancakes?”

“Dude you could give me a still frozen eggo waffle and I’d be grateful.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at his statement, pots and pans clanking together as he sets up and Jungkook winces, your bedroom shared a wall with the kitchen so it was only a matter of time until the noise woke you up.

It takes roughly 15 minutes of Hoseok chatting and the noise of the mixer to stir you from your sleep. Your mouth is dry and your eyes are pulsing from your headache when you fully awake, pushing yourself up from your bed you’re confused as to how you even got into it. The black dress you wore dug into your skin, the straps leaving deep imprints in your shoulders from the way you slept.

“What the hell.” You moan out, rolling your neck and staring down at the mountain of pillows that were laid out in a specific shape. Had Hoseok hauled your ass to bed last night?

The muffled sounds of chatter start back up, the smell of pancakes slipping under the crack in your door and you grin, hoping Hoseok had added chocolate chips into the mix.

Pancakes were a necessity right now, your stomach felt hollow and from past experiences if you waited too long to eat after drinking all night your hangover would last way longer, so you stand up, your sore feet aching as you shuffle to your drawers and pull out comfortable clothes.

When your door creaks open Jungkook stops talking, his fork staying impaled in the pancakes as the sound of your feet padding on the hardwood floor gets closer. Hes sat on the tall barstool facing the breakfast bar, Hoseok stood on the other side of it, both of them in the middle of eating when you finally show yourself.

Your eyes zero in on Jungkook and you frown, hes sitting shirtless, half of his back and side facing you, letting you see the swirls of black ink that cover the majority of his body. Your eyes follow the dragon that starts on his shoulder, tracing the head all the way down as its body curves and twists until the tail peaks away under the hem of his sweats, but you can’t drool over him, no matter how delicious he looked so you opt for being a brat.

“Don’t you have a home?”

Hoseok chokes on his laughter, seeing Jungkooks cheeks redden as he stares back at his plate. Did you not remember planting one on him last night? You were very drunk but c’mon, could the universe throw him a bone for once.

“Here, your stacks are over there, chocolate chips and all.” Hoseok flicks behind him, your gaze following and seeing the plate of pancakes with your name written all over it. The smile you have contrasts deeply with the look you had just given Jungkook, you were a sucker for chocolate chip pancakes.

You walk into the kitchen space and fix yourself up a plate, scooping out some of the leftover eggs in the pan and choosing to stand next to Hobi instead of sitting beside Jungkook. You’re both crammed on the small counter space beside the sink, the two of you had never gotten around to buying a dining table and always suffered the consequences so you always managed. 

You lift up the plate to your nose and inhale, sighing in appreciation, “Hoseok, Iseul is one lucky lady. Why hasn’t she put a ring on it yet?” You tease, setting the plate down and grabbing the syrup bottle to drown your pancakes in the sticky goodness.

Jungkook is blatantly staring at your plate in disgust, his eyes looking between his plate and your own, your pancakes covered in the thick syrup, the excess dripping off and pooling into your eggs.

“Jesus what.” You snap, setting the bottle down rather aggressively, sending him daggers as his face scrunches up at your food.

“Thats fucking disgusting.”

“You like your pancakes bone dry, I don’t fucking judge you so don’t judge me. We’ll see who’s laughing when you’re choking on your dry ass food.”

Hoseok just stands there as he eats his eggs, a stupid smirk on his face as you banter like children. It’s always entertaining for him, he wishes he could record every interaction because you and Jungkook were the same person, the same sick sense of humor and quick drags made for some interesting comebacks.

He can see Jungkook getting increasingly flustered as you both continue shooting insults at each other about breakfast food, the dreaded oat milk fiasco being brought up and when you point your fork at Jungkook threateningly thats when Hoseok steps in as referee. “Alright, alright children enough!”

He raises his arms up, silencing you both and forcing you to drop your makeshift weapon, “Jungkook, you know the oat milk scandal is a sensitive subject so minus 10 points for bringing it up.” Jungkook glares when you poke your tongue out at him, “And Y/N, Jungkooks right, you drowning your shit in syrup is disgusting so minus 15 points for that.” And now Jungkook is grinning at you mockingly, enjoying the shock on your face as you look at Hoseok, calling him a traitor and picking up your plate to go eat in your room since no one fucking appreciates me in this stupid house!

When your door slams shut Jungkook chuckles, his tongue prodding at his cheek as he shakes his head and resumes eating his breakfast. Hoseok holds his coffee cup next to his lip as he stares at his friend, “You two fight like a married couple.”

Jungkook’s reaction is immediate, scoffing and rolling his eyes, “She’s just annoying.”

Hoseok hums, nodding along like he believes Jungkook, “Ah, so are we both still pretending you don’t have it bad for her?”

That gets a real reaction from the younger boy, his eyes darting to the wall that you share with the kitchen before glaring back at his friend, “Dude!” He whines, his shoulders sagging, “Do you want her to hear you?” Hoseok just cackles, grabbing his dishes and placing them in the sink to start washing them. Jungkook just continues grumbling to himself, his fork clanking against the plate as he stabs his pancakes aggressively.

“Give yourself some credit Kook, she doesn’t hate you like you think she does.” Jungkook found that hard to believe, your morning greeting of accusing him of being homeless due to him always being at your place showed him how you really felt, but last night was the first time he had felt like maybe deep down you thought he was cute enough to kiss.

“Last night,” he starts off, setting his fork down, “she came home at like 4am totally wasted, I don’t even know how she managed to climb the stairs up to the front door. I carried her to bed and she uh, she kissed me.” He whispers the last part, his eyes glancing at the shared wall again, praying you were listening to music and not hearing this conversation.

Hoseok shuts off the faucet, whipping around with wide eyes, “Huh? Like coherently kissed you with tongue down your throat or like drunk peck kissed you?”

“The second one.”

The expression on Hoseoks face doesn’t comfort Jungkook, he’s pouting in sympathy, “I mean, she kisses Iseul with tongue and everything-”

“Okay but-wait what?” Jungkook stops himself from interrupting further, his interested piqued in hearing about you and Hoseok’s girlfriend making out. It was a regular occurrence, if you both got drunk enough the compliments began and before Hoseok knew it you and his girlfriend were swapping spit and then acting like nothing happened as you entered the dance floor.

His friend rolls his eyes at the look Jungkook throws at him, “Yeah, I think Iseul loves her more than me.”

“Okay well tell her to get in fucking line.” Jungkook jokes, “But no, she kissed me last night and considering she doesn’t like me within her bubble it has to mean something right?”

Hoseok pats his hands dry as he approaches the breakfast bar again, Jungkook looks unsure, his teeth nibbling on his lip piercing as he stares at him. The conversation had switched over drastically from Jungkook pretending he wouldn’t lay his body across a puddle of water for you to cross, now he looked like a nervous teenager that didn’t want to get rejected by his crush.

“I don’t know dude, you’re gonna have to say something to find out.”

Hoseok knew more than he would ever tell Jungkook, you had openly confessed to wanting to climb him like a tree only if he wore a muzzle a few months back so Hoseok knew Jungkook had a chance at least. The only issue was he wasn’t sure just sleeping with you would be enough for his friend, the crush he had been harboring was too strong for a one night stand and he wasn’t convinced you’d want the same so Hoseok kept his mouth shut, letting you two figure it out.

He tried his best to make it so you two would be around each other, always inviting Jungkook over or inviting you out with them but Jungkook never did himself any favors, he needed you guys to hang out in a different environment that didn’t require loud music and other girls so when his girlfriend suggests taking a weekend trip to her family’s lake cabin he doesn’t think twice before inviting you to join.

The weather lately had been miserable, the highs skyrocketing into the 100s so you didn’t hesitate to say yes, on the condition that you could bring your best friend with you just in case the rest of Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

When the day comes you and your friend have to leave a few hours after the rest of the group does, having to wait for Rina to get off her short morning shift before you embark on the 2 hour drive. So walking into the cabin you’re met with some unfamiliar faces staring back at you from their place on the couch. You give a wave, spotting Iseul on a lounger, she smiles widely and hops up, bounding over to you and wrapping you in a hug.

“Yay, you made it!” She pulls back and greets Rina, standing beside you both and gesturing to the full room. “Guys this is Y/N and Rina.” They all wave back as she starts to introduce them in order, Jimin had red hair and a nose ring, Yoongi had grey hair and a rose tattoo on his hand, The last one to be introduced is Taehyung, brown hair and a wide smile, giving you and your friend a wave. Jungkook and Hoseok give you a wave as well, no introductions needed for them.

Due to your late arrival all the rooms have already been decided on, Jimin and Yoongi lucking out with securing the master suite but you and Rina had no complaints, grateful to have even been invited.

Now that introductions were out of the way and everyone was here Hoseok announces that hes gonna start up the grill outside to make some food. Everyone gets up to start assisting but you and Rina head back out to haul your bags in along with the alcohol and groceries you bought.

The weather is humid and gross, your skin tacky with sweat so you’re wearing the least amount of clothing you can. Already in a stringy gray bikini, a loose cut up tank top and the shortest shorts Jungkook has ever seen on you. Your tattoos on full display, the florals that cover your entire left arm, reaching your shoulder, he follows them up and over his eyes glued to the bold lines on your back that peek out when your shirt moves.

When you bend over to set down the box of drinks he stares at your ass, trailing down the soft skin of your thighs that were bare compared to the rest of your body. Tae elbows him harshly, “So thats Y/N I’m assuming?”

Jungkook grunts in response, swallowing when he sees you pull your hair up, exposing your neck and that tattoo he desperately wants to mark up, “You ever gonna make a move?”

“I don’t have the balls.”

Tae hums, “Great, well I do so see ya.” He slaps his arm and Jungkook thinks hes joking until Taehyung actually makes his way over to you, offering to help carry your bag to your room upstairs. The grateful smile you give him makes Jungkooks face twitch, you only ever smiled at him like that when you were wasted

Taehyung wasn’t actually going to hit on you, he wasn’t a cruel friend. He was just going to flirt harmlessly, give Jungkook a reason to fucking make a move. Rina is all giggles as she watches you follow Tae up the stairs, pointing towards the room you had been assigned.

As he walks in front of you, making friendly conversation you take the time to stare at him. It seems all of Jung Hoseoks friends were fucking god sent, Tae’s fluffy brown hair and kind eyes were easy to warm up to, his style more toned down than Jungkooks, only a few minimal tattoos scattered on his arms.

He sets your bag down on the bed and turns to you with his hands on his hips, “Thank you.” You mutter out, walking over to the window and shutting the blinds slightly to stop the sun from beating into the room and warming it up further.

“Yeah no problem, have you ever been here before?” He asks, making himself comfy on your bed.

“No, never. Super glad to finally have a friend who can say they have a lake house though.”

He agrees whole heartedly, the both of you making your way back out of the room and into the dining room to try to see what you could help out with.

It only takes less than a hour for everyone to gather around the table, munching on their hamburgers and hotdogs as you listen to Hoseok, Yoongi and Iseul talking about the summers they used to spend here during high school, all of them having grown up together.

“You two went to high school together also right?” Iseul speaks up when the laughter dies down, her fingers pointing between you and Jungkook. She smirks to herself when she sees the look on Jungkook’s face, swatting Hoseoks hand away from her side as he tries to pinch her for putting the two of you on the spot, he knows what shes up to.

“Oh, yeah we did.” You sigh, shaking your head as you think back to high school and all the cringeworthy things that happened. “Had a lot of mutual friends but uh, we didn’t have lake house summer hangouts like you guys did. The closest we got was backyard house shows during the summer that reeked of B.O.”

Jungkook lets out a laugh, nodding along as he remembers the shows your group would end up at. The group you had was a pretty huge on, all of the kids in your grade that liked the same music tended to bunch together and do things as a herd so even though you technically went to shows together it wasn’t one on one.

“Wait, do you remember that show the summer after high school where I dove off the stage–“

“Your dumbass always did that.”

He waves you off, determined to tell the story he sort of remembered, “I know, but this time all I remember was jumping off and then waking up with everyone huddled around me trying to call an ambulance.”

Your eyes widen as you recall the exact day he was talking about, it was a typical backyard show with too many underaged kids getting drunk off beer. Everything was set up like it normally was, a makeshift stage and amps against the brick wall with a small crowd huddled around it. The only difference was this house had a pool, an empty one, and although everyone had been cautioned to stay away, once people got hammered nothing mattered.

The crowd surrounding the stage was teetering close to the edge of the pool so you and your friend at the time chose to watch from the sidelines, and thats when a very drunk 17 year old Jungkook hopped onto the stage, wobbling onto the top of the drum kit and catapulting himself into the crowd. They had managed to catch him and started crowd surfing him back, right into the empty pool. Jungkook had been tossed into the deep end, head first and you had seen it all happen.

“There was so much fucking blood.” You shiver as you recall the group of you running into the pool to make sure he was alive. He had managed to bust his head open and as you saw him with blood dripping down his head you realized then that you really didn’t dislike him as much as you claimed you did because you really didn’t want him to die.

Jungkook throws his head back and laughs loudly, morbidly recalling how his friends had told him to go to the hospital in fear that he had a concussion or needed stitches and even though he said he was fine he was lowkey scared to sleep that night and not wake up the morning after.

Everyone laughs along, enjoying the way Jungkook turns a traumatic story into casual conversation. When Jimin asks what he did after he gained consciousness Jungkook just smirks as he drinks the last of his beer before shrugging, “I drank some more and got back into the crowd.”

You just cover your face in second hand embarrassment at the memory, a few laughs slipping out because yeah it had been slightly traumatic but also kinda funny.

“Have you changed much since high school?” You lift your head and see Taehyung had addressed his question to you and Jungkook chuckles under his breath, remembering your quiet demeanor.

It wasn’t until college that you came out of your shell, gaining confidence and experimenting with your fashion and hair colors, the tattoos covering your body increasing quickly. But Jungkook could say your personality has stayed the same, sure you were no longer timid, quick to bite back now but the personality he had found himself latching onto had stayed the same. Even when you two distanced yourselves he always thought of you, he liked to think it was fate that had you and him both knowing Hoseok.

“Definitely, for the better though.” Jungkook eyes his friend like a hawk, the small smirk on his face as he stares at you from across the table, making eye contact for a second before looking back at you. Jungkook sees the way you lean on the table, your cheeks tinting when you see the way he stares at you.

“I’d love to see photos, ya know, to compare.” The laugh you let out has Jungkook sulking. Taehyung was charming, all the girls flocking to him and usually Jungkook was the same but he turned into a jackass around you.

Hoseok sees his sulking friend and claps his hands to get everyones attention, “Alright I’m sure we’re all still sober enough to not fucking drown, lets go swim. I’m melting.”

Rina heads to the room to change since she was still in her work uniform so you wait for her on the back deck, resting on the porch rail and watching as they haul over fold out chairs and floaties to the water.

If you thought Hoseoks friends were hot fully clothed seeing them all taking their shirts off left you speechless, you stand with a wine cooler in your hand as one by one they start undressing. The only ones missing were Tae and Jungkook, both of them having been put on clean up duty.

“I wish this was a brazzers video and I was getting railed by all of them.” Your friend sighs as she pops up beside you and you just nod along, the two of you wiggling your eyebrows at each other.

“You coming?” Taehyung speaks up behind you, smiling to himself from having heard your friends statement and you two jump, your friend scattering away and saving herself from further embarrassment, she had her eyes set on Yoongi so thats who she was currently warming up to.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, taking in his shirtless body, his toned chest out in the sun like the golden god he was and then out comes Jungkook, his long black hair pushed off his face, fully shirtless in black swim trunks. As he stands next to Taehyung your mouth waters at the sight of both of them, Taehyung’s shoulders were wider than Jungkooks but the black and grey art work spanned across both of his arms and chest, leading to his back is definitely your type.

He catches you staring and smiles to himself, making a show of stretching his arm out to wrap around Taehyungs shoulders, shaking up his body, “Race you in?”

When he looks at you too you gulp down the last bit of your drink, setting down the bottle and slipping out of your clothes, not giving them a second glance as you scream out “Go!” and take off.

The dirt you run on slightly burns your feet and when you hear Jungkook and Taehyung catching up you scream, urging your legs to pick up the pace.

“Loser has to skinny dip!” Taehyung adds on to the rules, enjoying the annoyed look Jungkook sends his way, he knew what Taehyung was doing so he lurches forward until he’s right behind you.

You scream again when large tattooed arms wrap around you and haul you up and over their shoulder in a flash. You register that it’s Jungkook when you peak up and see Taehyung struggling to keep up, how Jungkook was able to carry you while also beating him had him baffled.

Jungkook would be damned if you had to strip in front of his friend so he feels no remorse, a smile stretching across his face when he hears you laughing, his hands are wrapped around your thighs just below your butt and he’s tempted to smack it but the cold water of the lake splashing onto his legs snaps him out of it.

“Fuck!” You screech as Jungkook enters the lake, the freezing water shocking you and he laughs again, sliding you off his shoulder to stand up on the lake bed.

“I didn’t expect it to be that cold.” He shivers next to you, dunking his head into the water before popping back up, his labret piercing glimmering in the sun.

Taehyung makes a show of splashing his way in, the water spraying everywhere and it has you shielding your face with a laugh, “Fucking cheater, is this your plan to see me naked Jungkookie?”

Jungkook smacks the water, the droplets spraying across Taehyungs face but he embraces it, laying back to float on the water with a smile, “No one said anything about getting naked until you spoke up, just say you wanna show off your monster cock and go.” He jokes, hearing Taehyung explode into laughter, choking slightly on the water as his head slips under from laughing.

You roll your eyes at the topic of dicks, “I don’t have a monster cock, unless you’re into that.” Taehyung teases you, trying to get further under Jungkook’s skin

“I could be.” You play along, it was now Jungkooks turn to roll his eyes, sinking further into the water until only his eyes were visible, could he drown himself here? He’s pretty sure you wouldn’t even notice if he didn’t come back up for air considering your eyes were glued to his friend. Jungkook was going to fucking strangle Hoseok for inviting him.

His eyes drift over to the right, seeing Hoseok, Iseul, Yoongi & Rina taking turns jumping off of it while Jimin floats on a flamingo floatie a few feet away. He starts to paddle his way over, not hearing any protest from you or his friend just reassures him that he made the right choice.

When Taehyung deems Jungkook is far enough he calls you closer, “Wanna know a secret?” That piques your interest, inching towards him with a curious face, “What if I told you I know someone who has a massive heart on for you.”

“Heart on?”

He laughs again, raking his hair off his face and nodding at you, “Yeah heart on, like a boner but for your heart.”

Note to self, yes all of Jung Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

“I would tell you that I hope the person you say isn’t secretly married with kids.”

He floats onto his back again, his arms lazily paddling him to circle around you, “Oh no, our Jungkookie is definitely single.” He brings one hand up to cover his mouth, pretending to have slipped up.

“So what you’re saying is you don’t wanna fuck me?”

Your response is not one he expects but the way he bursts into laughter makes you smile, you had caught on to Taehyung’s antics, noting how he was friendly when you two were alone and only amped his flirting when Jungkook was present. You weren’t sure why he was using you to irritate Jungkook but if what he said was true it surprised you.

His loud laugh draws everyones attention and he rights himself up as to not choke on water again, “Like a brazzers video was it?” He teases, “He told me about your little smooch a few weeks ago.”

“Im sorry our little what?”

He wipes the water off his face, “Yeah, you came home drunk as fuck and he took you to bed and your predator ass planted one on him, with no consent. Shame on you.”

You splash water onto him, Jungkook sees it from his spot on the pier, a scowl on his face at seeing you acting playful with his friend, blissfully unaware that he was the topic of your discussion.

“Can you please grow a pair and tell her you love her.” Iseul moans out when she sees the look on the youngests face.

“Wait what?” Your friend asks and Jungkook turns around to give Iseul and Hoseok an exasperated look, “Seriously?”

Iseul just shrugs from her spot sat on the wood, not giving a damn about outing his crush in front of your friend and Hoseok just smiles, his foot planting on the center of Iseuls back and giving her a shove until she screams as she gets pushed into the water, beer bottle and all. He gives Jungkook a highfive until Iseul pops back up, her eyes full of rage as she holds up her ruined drink, “Jung Hoseok what the fuck!”

“Sorry babe, you kinda deserved it.”

Rina nudges Jungkook with her knee, her face making it very clear that Jungkook needs to fess up before she very loudly called you over. He sighs and hauls himself up until he’s standing and even though he’s towering over her Rinas face doesn’t soften, “Stop staring at me like that.” He grunts, “I just have a crush on her, its not like I confessed to something despicable.”

She crosses her hands over her chest as she stares at you and Taehyung still talking in the water and she can tell you’re not into him, you were both playful but she knew you very well, your flirting tactics not coming out to play with Taehyung but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice this. She also knew that you’d secretly bend over for Jungkook if he ever asked but he didn’t have to know that right now, “Well you better say something cause it looks like your buddys making more progress in one day than you have the entire time you’ve known her.”

He groans in annoyance again, flicking water droplets at her face and deciding he was over this conversation, walking back to the cabin, not caring that he was dripping water everywhere.

You see him stalking away looking pissed off and Taehyung smirks, after coming to terms with the fact that you had in fact kissed Jeon Jungkook it only took a few more minutes of talking for you to also start confessing to not exactly being opposed to sleeping with him as well. Taehyung nudges your shoulder, “I swear to god if you don’t follow him I will be offended. No ones telling you to bang him, just talk because he swears you hate him.”

When you turn to glare at him he spits water at you until you’re relenting, “Fine, but if this is some sick prank I’ll shove my foot up your ass.”

“Ooh kinky.” He winks at you, laughing and beginning to paddle away when you turn and start wading out of the water. The sun beats on your back as you step out of the cold water, and you’re tempted to just go back and act like your conversation with Taehyung never happened but you’re curious now.

When you reach the back porch you hose yourself down, getting rid of any of the mud you trudged over before patting yourself dry with the towel you laid over the porch railing.

From the pier Iseul is pulling herself back up, announcing that she was about to go inside but Hoseok grabs her, all of them noticing you following Jungkook, “Fuck no, Y/N and Jungkook are the only ones in the house.”

She lets Hoseok keep his arms wrapped around her and smiles, crediting herself for being the one to push you two together and Hoseok groans, attempting to push her back into the water but she latches onto him, making them both tumble in with a splash.

You shut out their screams when you step into the house and close the sliding door, entering the kitchen and spotting Jungkook stood against the island, one of your wine coolers held against his lips. When he sees you staring at it he pulls it away quickly, “Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked before grabbing one.” The last thing he needed was another oat milk fiasco.

You just shrug as you approach the island, resting your body against the granite across from him, “Nah, help yourself. Whats got your panties in a bunch?”

He sets the bottle down softly as he watches you, your hands clasped together, stretched out in front of you as you bent over the counter innocently. His teeth tug at the bar in the center of his lip, his inky strands covering his eyes but you can see his gaze peeking through, “Did I ever do anything to you for you to dislike me this much?”

You straighten up at his question, a frown tugging at your lips, you didn’t dislike him, you found him immature and he liked to push your buttons on purpose but you knew he was harmless. Obviously Jungkook didn’t know this considering Taehyung had just told you he thinks you hate him. “What, Jungkook I don’t dislike you?”

He scoffs, taking a swig of his drink with his brows raised, not believing you in the slightest, “Then why are you so mean to me when ever I’m around you.”

“Because you’re mean to me! You always say shit to get under my skin.”

Jungkook laughs at that, pushing his hair back and tossing the empty bottle into the paper bag set up on the counter, “Yeah because you’re easy to annoy.”

Your arms stretch out at his statement, “And so are you, you don’t see me moping like a baby. Besides I didn’t do anything to you out there so don’t try to pin your bad attitude on me today.”

He opens the fridge again, pulling out a water bottle instead before turning back around and staring at you, “Really, you didn’t do anything?”

You glare right back at him, walking around to meet him and snatch the water bottle out of his hands, call it even for him taking one of your wine coolers. “Please enlighten me on how I managed to ruin your day by not saying a word to you.”

Between you two running into the lake until he paddled away the only exchange you had was a curse word & Jungkook acknowledging the freezing water, where could you have possibly pissed him off.

He chooses on foregoing grabbing another water, his hands crossing over his chest, the muscles bulging out at the action but you force yourself to look away, “You objectifying my friend and talking about his monster cock isn’t you doing anything?”

You freeze from drinking the water, your cheeks ballooning out as you keep it in your mouth because what the fuck. Objectifying? You swallow the liquid, full on laughing now, theres no way he’s being serious. “You were the one that brought up his dick, are you dense?”

Okay, you had him there but he wasn’t going to admit defeat that easy, “Sure and you kept it going.”

You laugh louder at that, twisting the cap back onto the water bottle and tossing it at his chest lightly, smirking when you see him scramble to catch it, “The amount of times I’ve had to hear unwarranted stories about your dick in or around someone is fine but me joking with Taehyung is crossing a line?”

Jungkook presses his lips together, his mind repeating what everyone has been telling him all day. Tell her you jackass. “Yes because it fucking sucks hearing that shit from you.” He bites his tongue, stopping himself from blurting out the most important part, but his statement is enough to get you to believe what Taehyung had said earlier. Did Jungkook actually have a heart on for you?

“Why, are you jealous?”

“Yes.” He admits almost immediately, his response catching you both off guard, but the smirk on your face only gets bigger. Jungkook is wary of your reaction, not exactly fond of the way you look like you just caught your prey. When you reach out, your fingers gently touching his shoulders his wariness only deepens.

“Why would you be jealous about me wanting to fuck your friend?” Jungkook says nothing, your fingers continuing to trail up and down his shoulders softly and he likes the feeling of you touching him, wanting to lean into your touch but he’s not sure if you’re fucking with him or not. “Who knew all it would take was one kiss for Jeon Jungkook to get possessive.”

He blanches at your sentence, “Wait you remember?”

“Of course I do,” you lie, not wanting to tell him that Taehyung had been the one to remind you. You wanted to see how far you could push him until he admitted to something. The typical Jungkook you were used to was the one who went to bars and clubs and managed to score a handful of girls numbers before taking one home, the countless stories you’ve heard being proof of that. The Jungkook stood in front of you did not live up to the reputation you had seen.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I mean you were wasted so I just didn’t think you’d remember...” he trails off, unconsciously stepping back until hes pressed against the fridge.

“You wanna refresh my memory?” You’re half teasing him, half serious, enjoying seeing Jungkook looking like he’s about to explode.

He doesn’t get a chance to respond, the sound of the sliding door making you take a big step back before looking over. Jimin had his head peeking through the opening, a small grimace on his face as he realizes he interrupted something, “Sorry, we’re gonna go tubing if you guys wanna join.”

Jungkook hopes you say no because he can’t find the balls to speak up but you nod instead, turning to face Jungkook again, “Maybe later then.” Is all you say before turning around and following Jimin back out to the lake.

He watches you leave, bending over the island and groaning into the granite, where had that come from and why was he kinda into the way you spoke to him? Jungkook stands back up, taking a gulp of his water and following after you and Jimin.

Even when you’re all gathered on the boat, Rina being dragged in a giant circle tube beside Yoongi the both of them screaming, he can’t get your conversation out of him mind. His eyes focused in on seeing you laughing hysterically as you record your friend, a smile spreading across his face because your laugh is contagious.

When you hop onto the tube next, dragging Taehyung with you to further egg Jungkook on, Jimin slides over beside Jungkook and sighs, “Sorry about barging in earlier.” Jungkook just shakes his head, telling him not to worry about it, he didn’t mind it. Your words had spurred him on and all he wanted to do now was rip off that lifejacket you wore and take you in front of his friends but he knew no one would appreciate it.

Later in the night everyone gathers inside and does their own thing, a few people playing board games while you retreat into your room, feeling sluggish from the water and sun so you sleep through the dinner everyone eats.

When you finally emerge from the room, your hair damp from your shower you find the living room dimly lit and empty, the clock above the stove letting you know it was 9 at night. There was two plates left out on the counter, wrapped in foil and you knew it was meant for you. As you near it you see the scrap of paper next to it, Iseul’s handwriting standing out.

Left on a hike to go stargazing, text us when its clear to come back.

You frown at the message, what did she mean by that?

Regardless you peel back the foil and smile at the food she had left for you, popping it into the microwave and picking yourself up to hop onto the counter as you wait.

When you slip your phone out and start to scroll through your socials the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs scares you, your eyes flicking up and seeing Jungkook trudging down, a baggy crew neck on him and his face looking flushed from the sun hitting it.

“You didn’t go on the hike?” You ask as he approaches you slowly, his face looks sleepy and you can tell he also took a nap from the way his eyes blink at you lazily.

“Hike?” He rasps out, his hand ruffling up his already messy hair, a small frown on his face from the foggy feeling he still had from just waking up.

“Yeah,” you hum, pulling out your plate and starting to eat it on the counter, “they left on a hike or something. Theres a plate there if you haven’t already eaten.”

He looks at where you’re pointing and he smiles when he sees it, his eyes also spotting the note left and skimming it. His friends were such instigators.

He lingers behind you, torn between eating or doing something to you. You’re hunched over the counter, your legs rocking you against it as you happily much on some of the roasted potatoes. His eyes lingered on your legs, your skin still exposed in a loose pair of cotton shorts, a baggy tshirt hanging off your shoulder and letting him see the tattoo of a bee hovering over a sunflower.

You can feel him stood behind you and you freeze, looking over your shoulder at him with your brows raised, “Why are you standing like that?”

He shakes his head, relaxing the stiff way he stood and leaning against the counter instead, flicking his hair out of his face as you keep staring at him. “Just thinking about what you said earlier.”

You pop a piece of chicken in your mouth as you hum, “What did I say?” pretending to act confused, a smirk curling up on your lip when you see the deadpan look he give you as he pushes off the counter.

The nervous Jungkook from earlier is gone, the shock from you egging him on earlier had passed and it just solidified that he wanted to have you. “About me refreshing your memory of our little rendezvous.”

You laugh at his term, setting your fork down to fully turn to him, “Do you want me to kiss you again?”

He smirks at you, now standing a foot away from you, your back pressed against the counter as you craned your head up to stare at him, “Among other things.”

“Other things?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, his hand reaching out to cup under your chin gently, “I’d like to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you’re crying. If you’re into that.” He smiles at the small gasp you let out, your eyes gleaming with desire at his words. You had thought you had the one up on him earlier but his change was a welcomed one, you wanted to experience the Jungkook you had heard about, rough and cocky.

You rest back onto your elbows as you stare at him, letting his thumb rub under your lip, “Oh really? Are you all talk?”

Jungkook scoffs, dropping his hands to cage you between him and the counter, his head dropping down a bit until your noses nudged together. “No, I always deliver.”

You don’t get a chance to respond, his head tilting slightly until your lips are together, the cold bar of his piercing pressing against you. Jungkook feels you relax into the kiss, glad that you weren’t pushing him away like he always swore you would. When he tests the water, gently licking his way into your mouth you groan, your hands coming up to clutch onto his sweater to tug him closer until his leg is between yours.

Kissing Jungkook felt natural, maybe it was the pent of sexual frustration you two had apparently had with one another but you just wanted to get to it. You drop one hand to trail down his thigh, palming his growing erection through his sweats.

He groans, pulling back from the kiss to rest his forehead against your, his soft breaths hitting your face as you continue to stroke him. “Feel that?” He hums softly, “Just wanna fuck you.”

You laugh gently, kissing his neck and feeling him roll his hips into your grasp, “How are you supposed to make me cry when you’re this needy?” Your teeth nip his skin, his hips stuttering when you do.

Jungkook just chuckles, the sound continuing when he trails his own hand down until hes dipping into waistband of your shorts, his fingers coming into contact with the wet spot on your underwear, “Keep it up.” He warns, “I’ll remember that in a bit.”

Your hands tighten their hold on him when he pushes your underwear aside to touch you directly, his fingers teasing your skin softly until he’s rolling your clit in a tantalizing manner. When you drop your head back and glare at him he just smiles, “Who’s needy now?”

“Still not crying.” You bite back.

Jungkook looks at you with his brows raised, new set determination on his face as he nods, stepping back from you and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down your legs in a flash.

The cool air inside hits your wet folds and you gasp, kicking your discarded clothing aside on the floor and letting him drop to his knees in front of you. His long hair falls in front of his eyes, his hands grasping the top of your thighs to slide your legs apart with a grin.

He can see you wanting to speak up so he beats you to the punch, his nose nudging into your clit as he teasingly dips his tongue in between your folds to lick a broad stripe up. You let out a shuddered laugh, your hands reaching down to tangle in his head when he spreads you open with his fingers and starts to eat you out like a man starved.

Your eyes shut, your head falling back at a particular hard suck he gives your clit, his tongue going back to circle around your entrance to lap up your wetness. He groans at the taste of you, your hands tugging at his hair when he falls into a rhythm that has you quivering.

He slips two fingers into you, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him making him moan in anticipation of how you would feel around his cock.

Just like Jungkook is in every aspect of his life, he’s shameless in the way he pleasures you, the sounds of him slurping against you in combination with his fingers thrusting into you has you hurdling towards the edge faster than you’d like to admit.

You rest your weight on your elbow behind you, feeling your legs start to tremble and Jungkook notices, his arm wrapping around your thigh to help stabilize you. He can’t even get himself to gloat at having you fall apart this quickly, instead he enjoys you rolling your hips into his face, tugging his hair hard, your inner walls spasming as you reach your climax.

“Oh fuck.” You moan out, squeezing your eyes shut as your whole body is lit up, Jungkooks tongue continuing to flick your clit as you cum, his fingers slowing down slightly as you come down.

He can hear you breathing harshly, your fingers gently raking through his hair while he gives your pussy one last kiss before hes standing back up. His mouth and chin are covered in your arousal, his hand tugs up his shirt to wipe at his face, peeling it off his body and tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

“You’re not crying but its a start.” He mumbles out, his eyes trailing over your face as you stare at him fucked out. His talk was true, the small tidbits you’ve heard of him being able to make girls cum in record time hadn’t been a lie to boost his ego.

You look between you both, seeing his cock tenting in his sweats and you smile as you reach your hand into them, wrapping around his heavy length. He sees how your eyes widen at his size, you can tell he’s big and you haven’t even properly seen it yet.

When you tug them off you marvel at his size, big dicks would forever be your weakness and of course he’d have one. “I really wanna suck your dick,” you start, a small smile creeping up on your face as you give his cock a small pump, “but I’m not trying to barf my dinner up on the floor. Can’t have two girls puking over your dick in your lifetime right?” You knew his dick would make you choke and if you hadn’t just eaten you wouldn’t care, but barfing was definitely not a kink of yours.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, a laugh escaping his lips, “You’re the worst.” He shuts his eyes as you both start to chuckle. Jungkook doesn’t care, he was trying to make you cry, he didn’t need to have his dick sucked to do that.

“Its not just my height thats Titan size huh.” He jokes, laughing harder when you release his dick and groan, your faux annoyance being shown when you let him slide your shirt off of you, his hands coming up to cup your exposed breasts.

“No, I am not calling your dick Titan sized.”

“Oh no?” He asks, stepping closer until his length is pressed between your folds, a slow thrust starting that has you groaning, “This Titan dick can make you feel real good though.” He can barely utter out the sentence until he’s laughing again, burying his head into your neck at how stupid he sounded.

“You’re insufferable, I swear if you have an attack on titan fantasy I am walking away.” He lets out a playful whine, his mouth latching onto that tattoo he always wanted to kiss, his tongue softly licking at the skin as he sucks it, pulling back and humming when he sees the purple splotch in between the petals of the peony.

“I’m not that big of a weeb, can still make you feel good tho.” He mutters giving your lips another kiss, feeling you smile against him, your hands pushing him back by the chest.

You turn around, bending over the counter and shaking your hips slightly, “Show me.”

He bites his lip, his eyes staring at the slick coating your pussy, trailing down your thighs and he feels his dick twitch, not needing to be told twice. Jungkook presses his length against you, rutting between your folds, the both of you sighing as he coats his dick in your wetness.

“Remember, I wanna see you crying.” Is all he says before he’s pushing into you, the tip of him slipping in and he marvels at the way you spread around his girth as he thrusts further into you, a small moan leaving you when he bottoms out.

You wanna tell him that you won’t be crying tonight but the way he fills you up has you seeing stars, his dick nudging all the right spots inside of you so all you can do is tighten your walls around him and gasp for him to move.

Jungkook grasps your hips, his thumb tracing the outline of your back tattoo as he pulls back and starts a slow pace, determined to find the rhythm that has you falling apart.

When your hands grip the counter in front of you, helplessly trying to find purchase, your fingers knock into your dinner plate and swipe it into the sink beside you but you don’t register the noise and Jungkook grins when he hears the loud moan coming from you when he dick hits the back wall of your cervix.

You’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, so the feel of his thick cock stretching you open has you keening, your hips rutting back to meet his thrusts that have grown in speed, “Who’s needy now huh?” He grunts out, loving the sound of your skin slapping together, “Trying to fuck yourself on my cock, maybe you should do all the work then.”

When his hips still you whimper, twisting your head around to see him giving you an evil smirk, “Go on.” He urges, guiding your hips with his hands to get your started.

A heavy sigh fills the air as your hands press firmly onto the counter to ground yourself as you start to rock back onto him, a slow start until your need to cum again takes over and you speed up your movements.

“Good girl.” He praises, his hand reaching forward to push your hair over your shoulder, his hand trailing down your spine until it reaches your ass, his hand palming your flesh as he groans when he locks into the view of his dick, seeing the way you’re creaming on it.

The sweetest moans reach his ears, he can feel the way your velvety walls tighten around him further, “Fuck Jungkook.” You moan out, you can feel the sweat building up on your skin from exertion and he takes sympathy on you, knowing you want to cum again.

He leans over a presses a kiss against your shoulder before he takes over again, resuming the brutal pace he was pounding you with earlier and you sigh in relief, fully slumping forward and letting him have his way with you.

“You feel so good Jungkookie.” You breathe out and he smiles as he lets his hand slip around to your front, his fingers finding your clit again and the contact has you moaning again. His rough hands helping you reach your peek again, “Oh my god, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t plan on it, loving the way you’re clamping down on him and mumbling nonsense into the cool granite, “Don’t worry, I got you.”

With a few more thrusts you’re falling apart, pressing your forehead against the counter and moaning his name out louder than you thought was possible. Your friends made a good call vacating the house because there was no way you’d be able to keep quiet.

“Thats it.” He coos, pulling his hand away from your clit without slowing down his pace. Your legs felt like jello, glad you had a place to rest on while he continued to jackhammer into you. The first signs of overstimulation started to prick into you, small whines leaving your lips and Jungkook takes notice.

He pulls out of you slowly, his hands grasping your hips to turn you around. Your body is pliable in his hands, letting him move you and haul you up onto the counter, your feet dangling off the edge and a hazy smile on your face.

He presses another kiss against you, letting your tongues tangle together as he grabs your arms and wraps them around his neck, coming back down to hook under your thighs as he slides back into you.

The way you groan into his mouth makes his cock throb, your soaking entrance letting him glide right into you, “Hurts.” You whine out softly when he starts to thrust, not sure if you’d be able to handle another orgasm but Jungkook shushes you softly with another kiss.

“You can do one more for me right baby?” He asks, sucking on your lower lip as he rocks into you slowly. His eyes are half lidded and you can feel how hard he is in you, your body still trembling slightly from your last orgasm but you nod anyways, letting him kiss his way down your face until he reaches your neck again, soft praises leaving his lips.

Your fingers tangle into his hair again as you slump against him, letting him hold you up. You trail along his tattoos, tracing the giant death moth spanned across his collarbone, the tip of the wing reaching the bottom of his neck.

He’s grunting softly against you, getting lost in the feeling of you, the added touches and kisses you plant on his skin igniting the fire inside him. His arms scoop you closer, his hands spreading against your lower back as he speeds up his thrusts, your legs still wrapped around his arms.

The way his dick curves inside you has you moaning again, the pleasure creeping back up and your head falls back as you feel the pressure building again. You’re not sure you could handle coming again but Jungkook seems determined to get you there, rolling into you, the feeling of his pelvis rubbing your clit is too much. Your hands cling onto his back, your fingers digging into the flames and dragon that occupied the space.

“Fuck I can feel you squeezing me.” He gasps out, “You can cum again sweetheart its okay.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, hearing him grunting into your ear, his voice dropping into a gravel as he nears his edge as well. You’re clinging onto him for your life, gasping loudly when you reach your third orgasm of the night, the force of it making your mind go blank.

You don’t tune into to the small shriek of his name, the growl he lets out when you tighten around him tighter than before, his hips rearing into yours in a sloppier way until he’s cumming, hips surging forward to bury himself deeper into you as his cock twitches.

You come back when he moans your name out, the feeling of his cum filling you up making you mewl against him. He thrusts shallowly a few more times before pulling out with a sigh, letting your legs fall limp over the edge.

His cum drips out of you, slipping through your folds and down your ass until it pools onto the counter beneath you and he smirks, his eyes coming up to look at you and his expression gets bigger when he sees the tear streaks on your cheeks. His hand cups them, his thumb sliding across your face and wiping them with a laugh, “I told you I’d make you cry.”

You don’t have it in you to be the usual brat you are with him, not after cumming this hard three times in a row so you just pout at him and lean forward to kiss him again, this time being more gentle and slow paced than the last.

“How was that?” He mumbles against your lips, letting you pull him in to you, wrapping your arms around his tiny waist as you nuzzle into his chest.

Jungkook feels you laughing against his skin, “How was that?” You mock as you give him a squeeze, “Let’s just say I’ll cry over your Titan cock any day.”

The both of you burst into laughter, Jungkook pressing a kiss onto the top of your head as you two just stay there. Jungkook and you had officially crossed the line from being bratty friends to sleeping with each other. Neither of you knew what it meant but it seemed like a conversation for tomorrow morning, right now you were content with just holding him.

So when your phone vibrates beside you you’re reluctant to pull away, so Jungkook compromises by reaching it for you and handing it over.

You see its a message from Iseul and you unlock it, your face heating up as you groan and show the message to Jungkook, his face turning just as red as he sees what she sent.

Iseul 10:15pm : Thank you for the show, I hope you two realize we have security cameras in the kitchen and living room you horn dogs.

The two of you peek over at the corner of the room giving a wave and smiling shyly at the blinking security camera staring back at you. Maybe she could send you the footage for keepsake.

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Gardenia on the crown - J.J.H

4; dreams of sunshine eyes

pairing: Jung Jaehyun × Reader

genre: angst and the shy touches of fluff

length: around 2,5k words

warnings: mild swearing

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Starry flames flicker on the hundreds of candles saturating the ballroom with golden hues, reflecting on expensive pearls and tangling through lace trim and floral paterns. Nobility swirls around the soft notes of violin and piano, men in tailored suits kindly asking for the pale hand of shy princesses, inviting them to a dance that will stain the night with their scent.

You’re standing in middle of it all, fitted flawlessly in the embrace of a young prince's arms and slowly losing your sanity to the sight of his stunning features, iridescent shadows from the crystal chandeliers casting a sparkling galaxy on his skin. His eyes, those that captured your thoughts from the very moment their Egyptian caramel shade dipped into your soul, still have you mesmerized and utterly lost in their enigmatic depths.

He spins you around so gently, cremé gown blooming around your ankles in the heated rhythm and a moment later, you feel his fingertips sear a temptingly slow path around your waist when you step forward.

"You haven't told me your name yet..." A breathless whisper falls from your lips, accompanied by the over-accelerated pound of your heart. The charming stranger who managed to gather all of your attention to the excellence of his dance and the alluring electricity beaming from his entire presence is still hiding behind anonymity. The ache to discover something as simple as his name is swallowing you alive.

"My name is Jung Jaehyun, my lady...”

You wake up suffocated in the cradle of cloud coloured sheets, nightgown clinging low on your decolté and a rushed pulse racing through your veins. Midday sun refracts from the window, brushing peachy shimmer on your skin and a sweet heat around the endless void of the room.

Yet, somehow, your body feels absolutely numb. That night... Your brain is playing the filthiest game by reminding you of it.

Your glance swivels around the intricately decorated wooden furniture in protest to your mind trying to shove more images of that dying dream before your eyes. Sweaty fingers reach up to rub them a little too harsh, leaving you with a shadowed vision of a vortex of colours and a low sigh dips past your lips.

If you only knew that magical night would be your very first meeting with the devil personified, you would've locked yourself in the cozy escape of the underground library, or your room or maybe the kitchens...Hell, even the moldy, freezing dungeons your father caged criminals in would seem like a better option than being in that ballroom, at that time, with him...

Two sharp knocks on the door slice through your self-pity thoughts just as you're about to hop off of the comforting warmth of the bed, naked feet hitting hardwood floor.

"Come in!“ You shout, hands instinctively tugging on the white silk of your tiny sleeping dress to conceal the exposed expanse of your chest.

But the relieving sight of your maid has your limbs going slack as she walks in, a smile on her face that makes some type of jubilation sizzle under your skin.

"My Lady, you're finally awake!" The girl chirps with the lightness of her kind heart and then quickly trods towards your still seated form. "Will you be attending the morning assembly in the dinner hall or would you prefer breakfast in bed?"

At her mention of any kind of...well...social interaction with the arrogant existence of the royals, your body goes limp and fluffy pillows hug your backside as you fall back. The sole idea of seeing Jaehyun again exhausts you. It's barely been a day since you first arrived and his face is plastered everywhere. Even your damn dreams...

The maid presses her lips in an empathetic line before sparing you the most understanding of all glances. Oh, she knows better than anyone how you'd hate to see that man after having spent the entirety of last night listening to a nice, long monologue of unspeakable and profane adjectives to describe your soon-to-be husband.

Sometimes you wonder what level of patience one must hold to be able to withstand your -borderlone hysterical- hate speeches.

"I'll inform his wonderful grace of your absence, my Lady." With that sarcasm dipped remark, the girl pivots on her heels and strides towards the door, blush skirt flowing behind her. "And bring you some breakfast."

"Thank you."

♤

You finish the very rich meal within minutes -the cooks around this place are priceless, a blessing for your tastebuds- and after a little bit of sinking in a puddle of self loath and cursing your failure of a fate, you decide to distract your mind by simply getting lost in the magic of a book. Literature is a hidden paradise for you, poetry, a little heaven.

Back home, you'd always have a book resting by the wooden extend of your nightstand, every night fading between yellowed pages and inked words that took you on a trip to fantasia. Maybe reading something can help now too...right?

No.

Because you're running a dainty finger over the red and black book spines lining every shelf of the grand bookcase only to skim the leather binding of old catalogues and dictionaries. Your eyes frantically scan each and every title in search of the slightest trace of good, classic literature, those pieces that leave you gasping after the very last sentence, but to no avail. Annoyed at the obvious lack of quality writings, you pull one of the many useless books out, trying to check if the one behind it, on the inner lining, is any different.

An hour later there's a sea of stacked books expanding on the floor of your bedroom, over the oak bureau by the window and some even sprawled across your unmade bed, yet nothing seems close to your taste. You found a couple of fairytales, the ones mothers escort their kids with to the sweetness of sleep. Even dug out a little notebook full of scraped poetry, written in midnight ink and infinite pages of dreamy calligraphy. But it didn't really pick at your interest either, so it now lays untouched on your nightstand, keeping company to ruby necklaces and a porcelain vase filled with roses.

Your knees bend over the plush mattress as you take a good seat in the boredom that has already started to define this day. With nothing else to do but stay in your room and stare at the elegant carvings on the walls, your pinky is twitching; sign of the bottled up energy that's currently restricted due to your absolute refusal of meeting eyes with the royals.

If only you weren't this stubborn and lowered that ego, maybe today wouldn't completely go to waste...

Then, something tickles at the back of your head; an idea?

A library. They must have one here, right?

Maybe visiting the palace library will be a convenient option. You can still spent time alone, buried in the wrinkled edges of lettered paper, while also keeping that well needed distance from Jaehyun and his awful family.

But then again, you don't even know how to get there and the so unpleasant possibility of bumping into too familiar faces has your skin coated in a drizzle of coldness.

Even so, your feet subconsciously plant onto polished floor and lead you to the door, expensive golden silk with embroidered morning stars blossoming around your ankles. It takes you no time to step delicately into those pointed heels that clank an air of intimidation with every step, as you -for the umpteenth time- curse every forsaken force in this damned universe for binding you with such a fate.

Having to sneak out of your own royal chamber like a common fugitive simply to enjoy the smallest comfort of reading a book. Pathetic, to say the least.

♤

You find yourself striding down the seemingly endless stretch of a hallway, peach tinted light bouncing of off smooth stone that arches into a high ceiling. Large, curved openings formed the one side and thick marble columns separate them.

It took a lot of wandering around wide halls and visiting two of the many towers of this palace for you to reach this point, the faintest wave of spring heat kissing your neck and cheeks as a reward. Surprisingly enough, you were met with no person you knew, only kindy greeted by maids dressed in creamy beige, a humble smile on their faces. Once, you actually happened to spot -what you thought would be- one of the ladies of the court and her small escort following shortly behind, heavy gowns of cotton and purple satin flowing with her every delicate step. She bore an almost blank expression, lips pressed together in a manner that made you wonder if she disliked this place as much as you did.

Taking a peak outside the enormous windows, you realise you're walking the perimeter of a circular yard, the expanse of its area covered in emerald, neatly cut lawn. A whole lot of people are gathered, small kids playing around with leather balls, servants scurrying to get some random task done and a big group of men standing on the very middle, some carrying weapons of all sorts.

With feet inching closer to the stone edge, your stare rakes their sun bathed faces and thankfully you recognize none. They are all of noble ascent, from what you can tell at that distance, golden threaded crests decorating the corners of their uniforms.

While your eyes fight to grab onto the stitched details, they happen to -so tragically- fall straight onto another pair of breathtaking brown orbs and within a fracture of a heartbeat you're pulling back and hiding behind the column.

Fuck.

Momentarily, the edges of your vision blacken as you suck in hungry inhales, a nice bunch of profanities roaring in your head to mix with the thumping in your ears.

You just can't avoid him, can you?

Shaking your head to get rid of the slight panic possessing it, you slowly slide to the side again, solely to catch another glimpse of Jaehyun. He’s surrounded by a small crowd of men, holding a steady grip on a steel forged sword that's so well polished it seems almost like platinum.

What a sight.

His glove clad fingers tighten as he ducks to an attack stance, raising the light reflective metal in the air as if it's the lightest feather. You notice the absolute perfection in his technique, balanced from the very handle all the way to the sharp tip and can't help but admire how, the next second, it comes down to slice morning breeze and barely scratch Jaehyun's opponent. He's incredibly skilled, every move laced with such precision, and you notice the subtle flames his eyes emit when seizing each chance.

The other is quick to deflect any incoming hits, but still overwhelmed by their lighting speed and strength that eventually goes in for an attack himself. He bringing his own blade up and aims for the prince's chest, leaving you watching with complete devotion to the scene, as he takes a hasty step forward.

Something inside your chest clenches in such an unexplainable manner and time itself dramatically unfolds, each second slower than the previous.

But then, Jaehyun ends the match with a swift and simple dodge to the side, sword simultaneously flying to crash against the side of his opponent's armor with a loud, echoing bang.

He should’ve watched the ribs. Always watch the ribs, you think while gazing the loser gasp in slight pain.

The nobles all around the young prince cheer -much like you do on the inside without realising-, yelling out praises along with a well-deserved applause as he drops his heavy weapon, that sunshine blessed smile making another appearance. His cheekbones literally shimmer with the milky glow of victory, all of that aristocracy putting even the highest of angels to shame. He stands proud and tall, fingers carelessly ruffling auburn strands of auburn hair, their tips dripping sweat but still giving him the look of effortless beauty.

You're about to retreat back to the shadows and run away before your body gets completely enchanted by the spell of his irresistible attractiveness...but that ice in the pit of his gaze cuts straight through your unprotected soul once his head turns.

You're suddenly frozen in place, prematurely surrendered to the way his eyebrows furrow and your expectation is yet another cocky grin and probably another stupid comment meant to irritate you the moment you face him. If it weren't for the starstruck expression plastered on your face, mouth slightly agape, maybe it wouldn't have been this bad but no, that's not the case today.

It's pretty damn obvious you've been watching, pretty damn obvious you've been lurking like a creep and gawking over the impressive ability of fighting he has conquered.

And he's well aware of that fact because those pearly, white teeth get covered by a way too smug and way too annoying smirk, it's curvy edge cutting through your dignity harder than any knife ever could. You note the way his chest heaves from the lightness of a chuckle.

Oh the embarrassment, oh the pain of your intimidating facade being all wrecked down in a split second.

If only never seeing him again was an option...lf only you could stay away from his stupid beauty and bluntly cold demeanor...

"Greetings, my Lady." A honeyed voice suddenly disrupts your desperation, causing your reflexes to stick your back falt against the smooth stone in horror.

Yet when your gaze snaps to the source of those words, you find a curious and somewhat charming a pair of sunshine filled eyes trained on your form. A toothy grin, white and beaming with luxury, is spread across the young man's face, a perfect contrast to his autumn skin.

Taking in a short breath of relief, your royal instincts kick in and you bow respectively at the gentleman, while he moves forward, hands folded behind his back in a kind manner. "Good morning my Lord."

"I'm afraid I do not recognise your face, darling. Are you new around here, perhaps?" He asks and it seems as if heaven lost one of its angels; his whole being radiating a unique kind of divinity as he stands so confidently.

"Oh yes." Your knees bend once more as you quickly introduce yourself, trying to sound as formal as possible, getting over the previous scare. "My name is (Y/N) of the (Y/L/N) dynasty and I'm present here as the rightful betrothed of prince Jaehyun."

His eyelids momentarily shot open after hearing your title, almost in shock, and that smile flashes impossibly brighter before he bends in respect. You feel warm fingers snake behind your own and with an airy pull he places a fragile peck on the back of your palm, as soft as freshly picked petals, to make you shudder.

"I'm so delighted to finally meet your grace. I am prince Heachan, cousin of your beloved."

You internally cringe at that last comment...As if Jaehyun and his wholesome stupidity could ever be loved...

"Nice to meet you too, prince Heachan." Your reply comes with a slight tilt of your head, pleasantly surprised at how well behaved and gentle he looks and acts, despite being a member of that horrible family.

Heachan takes a short look around, as if searching for something, and then aims his friendly glare back at you, this time baring a questioning expression. "And you're here without your escort?"

Your shoulders quickly stiffen, realising you have to explain yourself for carelessly wandering around the palace without a single maid accompanying you, something highly unusual for someone of your importance.

He notices that and chuckles and your heart softens at the way the apples of his cheeks shine with such a dull pink.

"Well, I'm looking for the library and..." Your eyes trail a regretful path down the hem of your dress, feeling a little embarrassed at the words you're about to speak. "I think i got lost..."

The boy laughs again, this time a little louder and more genuinely, one hand propping on his waist, sinking into the bejeweled red velvet of his shirt while the other makes an airy gesture. "This definitely isn't the library, or anywhere close to it, dear."

He extends an inviting palm, eyes glimmering with traces of a blazing summer and the tint of pure gold as he continues. "But I can take you there, if you please."

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   // HEAPS LOVE ACROSS THE DASH / SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING

@hybridea​ : RYE, MY FAVORITE LOAF OF BREAD. I’m so glad I found Rye again after like?? a solid YEAR and a half I think?? It’s been a fucking MINUTE. Rye is so endlessly gotdang kind and wonderful. She’s an absolute ray of sunshine on this blue hell and we don’t deserve her tbh. I am filled with so much joy whenever I talk to her ( even if she’s fucking hURTING ME WITH PAINFUL REPLIES/MEMES/HEADCANONS ) She’s the type of person that shows up in your life that instantly makes you feel like “yes, you’re a good and safe person to talk to and to hang out with.” and i feel like that’s really huge on this site where we have so many people that are needlessly cruel or simply don’t care about who’s on the other end of the screen. Rye is endlessly talented too (like don’t even get me STARTED) she is so passionate about every single one of her muses and it SHOWS. Whether it’s a headcanon or a meme or a thread (no matter the size) Rye writes the most beautiful and heartfelt content. She really taps into the soul of every muse she picks up. LIKE HONESTLY ITS ALMOST SCARY how well she’s aced every single one of them.    

@fractempyreal : ALRIGHT I’VE SEEN WHITNEY AROUND FOR LIKE YEARS TBH but i just kind of admired from afar 1) bc she’s so damn quality I was like wow pls don’t look at my MESS here and 2) I still didn’t know enough abt the OG DMC to be like 👉😎👉 (bc my first dmc experience was the reboot game) ANYWAY RECORD SCRATCH HERE WE ARE TODAY Whitney is a fucking delight and absolutely hysterical. Like hands down. She’s wonderful to talk to (even tho she likes to hurt me w/ her headcanons and everything tOO) She’s also like the honorary president of the dmc rpc tbh (we voted for u in our hearts, i speak for everyone here ok) when I think about the dmc portion of this rpc hell I think of Whitney and all of her awesomeness. Her love for Vergil is like THE REALEST THING OUT THERE. Her dedication to his characterization, to his story floors me every time I read her work. I can literally hear his voice in all of her replies (LEGIT ITS SO GOOD I GET GOOSEBUMPS SOMETIMES DON’T @ ME) the attention to detail and her writing is absolutely gorgeous and provides such incredible insight into one of the most complex video game characters i’ve come across. since I started playing dmc5, reading her work (and also rye’s, the two of them together are a damn menace to society) has enriched the game even further and I just ADORE THE HECKY OUT HER.  

@destructivour​ : Honestly i’m Mad that no one told me to watch Bleach YEARS ago but I couldn’t be more thrilled that Grimmjow is my first introduction to it tbh. I’ve still got a LOT to learn about this world but I love this scrappy lil trash cat a Whole Lot. HE GENUINELY MAKES ME LAUGH SO HARD whether its some canon thing I stumble across or one of your posts, he’s an wonderful disaster and the fact that he’s still like 200 episodes away from me (even tho i’ve cheated and skipped ahead a few times bc I wanted to see dah boi) your writing is so wonderful and immersive, WHETHER I KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON OR NOT I just love to sit and read your threads and headcanons (especially with whitney okay, I need you both to write me a grimmjow x vergil book bc I could read that shit forever tbh. You’ve both crafted such a beautiful and turbulent relationship it’s sO FUN TO READ) and JARVIA YOU’RE RAD AF?? You’re so much fun to talk to and i’m absolutely in stitches (or fucking crying bc grimmjow makes me sad too) when we’re yelling about this absolute furry. I’m rly glad we found each other and I can’t wait to further lose my mind @ you as I continue my descent into the world of Bleach uwu.

@devilrev​ : GALE!!!! The Nero to my Kyrie ! I’d say i’m sorry for dragging you into nerokiri hell with me but i’m not!! And honestly I didn’t expect to fall in this deep with them. They give me so much life. They’re genuinely probably the least angsty and most “healthy” and loving ship I’ve ever shipped. You write Nero so beautifully and have such a wonderful understanding of his character. I can’t get enough of your headcanons tbh. I SAID THIS BEFORE ABOVE but your portrayal also brings such a richness to the games for me. Your understanding of the way that he thinks and behaves and reacts to things are so on point I just *CHEFS KISS* You’re also an absolute delight to talk to. It’s hard for me to click with people sometimes but we hit it off so well it’s been marvelous!! Thank you for letting me sob about my girl, and also spam you with sad songs and headcanons. The post 5 world (and honestly pre-5 too) we’ve been discussing is so vibrant and massive and exciting already I can’t wait to explore it all more tbh.

@daemominus : OOZE!! Honestly ooze I think it’s safe to say you helped drag me down into this hell okay. The second I finished watching the gameplay I was on the hunt in the rpc and I found you!! I’m like 900% sure I told you back in the day but I’m telling you again you NAILED him. As someone fresh out of the game, I read every word you wrote in his voice. You set each scene perfectly it’s been a delight to have had you on my dash for all of these years. YOU’VE SEEN SOME REAL CRINGE STUFF COME OFF MY BLOGS SO THANK YOU FOR STICKING AROUND TBH. I feel like Ezra was just destined to be Tired and ready to beat the ass of every iteration of vergil, reboot and og alive at this point in time so thank you for putting up with every iteration of her too. At least this version of her can’t sass him into oblivion like she once did. ON TO YOUR V NOW THO I GOT SO DAMN HYPED WHEN YOU MADE HIM TBH. You have such an spectacular flare and I’ve loved seeing the direction you’ve chosen to take and i’m so stoked to write with you again.

[purralyth]

Pls feel free to infodump abt Chariot I'd love to Listen to All of It. go gO GO!!!

YES I LOVE YOU i’ve infodumped abt her once before which can be found RIGHT HERE and idk how much more i’ve got without spoiling her whole arc for potential party members that see my tumblr so i’ll recount some of her Memorable Moments from her campaign so far!!!! (under the cut bc i got carried away)

she tried to cheat the kobold dmpc in a game of go-fish (it was the only card game that pebblebelly knew) but ended up getting smoked. it was a little humiliating. pebble tried to swipe her cards, chariot saved high enough, and pebble gave her a silver buckle as an apology. turns out it was from a dragon’s hoard so chariot’s never letting go of That

on the first night after defeating some bandits with her new group of acquaintances, they heard a ruckus downstairs in the inn lobby and saw a group of fish people with small boys in nets. chariot cast ice knife at one of the two fish holding the net but unfortunately ice knife is a spell that explodes upon impact and the boy in the net rolled a big fat critical miss to dodge it. so chariot’s an [accidental] child murderer

party ended up following the fish tracks down a well just outside the inn. it wasn’t necessary but she made sure she stored her fancy cloak and fine clothing in a bush, because she absolutely was not going to get that wet 

after losing half her HP slipping down the pipe to get into the well she and her party found a pool of water in the caverns. three people went in. chariot sat down and filed her nails while one of the fighters started freaking out about how long they’d been down there. “oh good, they’re not dead” was her response when they finally surfaced about a minute and a half later

pebblebelly (kobold dmpc) got snatched up by something in the ceiling and rather than help, chariot used her mage hand to poke at as many of its eyes as she could. it worked, somehow

we found more boys and more fishpeople. heavy-hitters rushed to help. chariot stayed behind with one of the fighters and examined a pot of orange liquid in the middle of the room. the liquid evaporated a knife. the fighter dipped her knife in the liquid and poked her finger. she suddenly couldn’t breathe and chariot chastised her later for grabbing at her so tightly she bruised. empathy 0

Not As Funny but after the fighter pricked her finger she started to hear a voice in her head which then made itself known in everyone else’s head and it poked a whole lotta fun at chariot and the people she trusts..! paladin dmpc warned us not to talk to it but lo and behold later that night chariot had a conversation, called this voice in her head that claimed to be older than gods a coward, and demanded a physical sign if it wanted her respect

it told her to go upstream

chariot didn’t tell anyone what she was doing but she went upstream

i can’t say what happened exactly but she got real mad at that voice and called it a coward and a liar and threatened to dismiss its presence as nothing more than a hysterical side effect of a poorly ventilated cave if she didn’t get something better soon. she called its methods bullshit. she insulted it quite a bit actually

oops! that was a mistake

walk down the last tunnel and become confronted by more fish people and the innkeep but he was like really sick. the voice possessed him and told chariot that if she wanted to talk face to face this was as good as it got. she got some empathy and sense knocked into her and demanded that they find another way but then a wicked lobster thing from hell came bursting out of his skin. chariot dealt like 28 damage in one hit to it which felt REAL GOOD

haven’t heard from the voice since, after it told them that it would kill them all in due time like ants by the waves of life or something

time to go to waterdeep for a quest > leads to a Bonfire Episode!!!! our barbarian and one of our fighters took down a wild boar so we had pork and told stories by the fire. chariot told them she was turned to stone for three days because wizards are poor losers, party monk claimed gamblers were poor losers too (at which chariot laughed bc it’s true) and one of our fighters asked if she did anything like that when she lost. chariot asked if she was volunteering to find out, the fighter foolishly said yes, chariot reached out for a handshake and made her take 4 damage with shocking grasp and got her hand to go numb. we both got inspiration points for that

we found out the dmpc wizard fucked a dragon. this has nothing to do with chariot but it’s a detail worth mentioning

we reached waterdeep’s gates and saw everyone else handing the guards papers, which we didn’t have, so instead chariot held out her signet ring with her uncle’s business’ crest on it and they were Immediately allowed inside and even offered an escort to her estate (which is funney…. bc she’s never had an estate in waterdeep !)

party now knows How Rich She Is uh oh! they got her to say she might take them back to neverwinter to visit her estate sometime later but she is a little wary since Half The Party Is Criminals (or at least accused of being so)

unfortunately as soon as they got inside waterdeep everyone that caught sight of her scrambled out of her way looking terrified. she asked a man for an address and when she thanked him for information he Bolted. party monk made a joke about how High and Mighty she was, but chariot didn’t take it so well. it hurts a little bit when no one even knows who you are but they’re terrified of you. being a rich tiefling can be a daunting prospect for a couple different reasons but it’s worse here than most places and she doesn’t really know why

that’s all the Honourable Mentions so far but we play again on wednesday when we get to wander down into a basement full of things that keep attacking the real estate agent so we’ll see what happens next ! (there wouldve been more for me to say but character arc spoilers…!)

[incandescent-creativity]

Character Tag Game

Thanks @wingedcatwblr for the tag! I’ll do it for Nora, just for funsies.

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1. What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc)?

I knew, without a doubt, that she was a lesbian, before I even knew her name.

I find this absolutely hysterical and I hope I do her gay ass justice in the book.

2. Did you create them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?

Sorta? I knew she had to have rekindled her faith recently, to make things easier on Olu as a fledgling Guardian, but that’s only one aspect of her.

3. How did you choose their name? 

Nora I got from a list of names. I knew it had to be relatively simple since I had crazy names like Olufemi and Maluka going on. And Collins happened in a similar way, from a site.

4. In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts?

I’ll be honest with ya, chief, I don’t really have a backstory yet. 

But I think the setting is pretty important? Nora lives in / near San Francisco, and it seems to factor and contribute to her character a lot.

5. Is there any significance behind their hair color?

Nora’s crush works at the local hair/beauty salon, and Nora enjoys the way she plays with her hair when she insists, “You should let me do some colors, you’d look so cute!” and so she keeps her hair strictly its natural dark brown color.

6. Is there any significance behind their eye color?

Nora’s eye colors changes from blue to hazel to brown every time I think of her and find a good faceclaim, so uh... I’ll let you know when I decide.

7. Is there any significance behind their height?

OH JEEZ I haven’t even thought of how tall she is yet. aaaaaah

8. What, if anything, do you relate to within their character/story?

The constant bewilderment and confusion about what the hell is going on

9. Are they based off of you, in some way?

Not precisely? Every OC has some aspect of the creator in them, of course, but I’m not sure what Nora’s got except maybe we live roughly the same area (same state, I’m a couple hours from SF).

10. Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation?

I’ve said this already, but YES. I don’t even know why Nora was so outspoken about her being a lesbian, but she didn’t even have a name. I was rather amused. Upon reflection, it might be because she hasn’t come out to her parents yet, and now she had me to tell...

Yea i’m one of those weird writeblrs who talks about their OCs like they’re people it’s easier than “this reflects my character’s deep wish for someone to validate her and this is my joking way of conveying that to you” ANYWAY

11. What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art, writing, drawing, edits, etc)?

The fact that I know so damn little about her!

12. How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

Well, if by “canon events” you mean this world (it’s urban fantasy after all), then... not much. She’s relatively modern day, I think, though again: I don’t know specifics yet.

13. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

At this point I only know, like, two things, so: she’s constantly searching for things to make sense (even if they never will), and yeah, she likes girls.

14. What is something about your OC that can make you laugh?

Olu definitely, and Mal eventually, adores her and wants to mother her and give advice and help her and solve all her problems. Except an angel and a demon trying to solve your earthly human problems goes about as well as you might expect, haha.

15. What is something about your OC that can make you cry?

BABY JUST WANNA BE LOVED LET HER HAVE HER SIMPLE LIFE PLS

16. Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

Are you aware of how few elements I have added to her. What is there for me to regret.

17. What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

See number 13. Who knew she just wanted answers to everything neatly delivered to her? Not me.

18. What is your favorite fact about your OC? 

You’ve probably guessed it, but it’s definitely the fact that I knew she was a lesbian before I named her. It just amuses me to no end. 

[howdoyouspellepiphany]

The Prophecy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park jimin (DemonAU)

Words: Pretty long.

Summary: Long ago, the Divines and Fallens received a prophecy that promises their demise in the hands of a mortal that says:

Beautiful as the creature may be, fire doesn’t burn, ice doesn’t freeze, water doesn’t drown and lightning doesn’t destroy.

Now, the demon prince (Min Yoongi) meets a pink-haired waiter (Park Jimin) who looks like heaven and smells like sin. As their relationship blossom, the Divines and Fallens are beginning to wonder about the prophecy.

Warnings: Crude language, ignorant author

Note: I'm still trying to figure how Tumblr works lol

Chapter 1  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5

Chapter 2

Yoongi wakes up in cold sweat. He has never felt the intense feeling of fear before and for him to feel scared of something as ridiculous as a dream, he felt disgustingly stupid and human. He sat on his bed, mildly remembering coming back home after an escapade with Ken. He remembers taking a scalding hot shower just to take the revolting demon’s scent off of him and fell asleep in his bed. He closes his eyes and rubs his temple. He doesn’t know where that dream came from but he doesn’t like it.

For a second there, he felt terrified. Terrified of a monster whom he recognizes as his father. Terrified because it doesn’t feel like it’s a dream. It felt real. Almost as if it was a fragment of his memory.

             “Fuck.” He breathes as he forces himself to rise from his bed. It’s useless to even try to fall asleep. He has work to get done here on Earth and in Infernum. He still had to help the Fallens who are residing in Athara. He knows that demons aren’t weak creatures like humans. They’re demons. They’re resilient. And something so trivial like the temperature is hardly a problem for Yoongi knows that the Fallens can easily calibrate their body temperature to accommodate with the environment but that doesn’t mean he can take things for granted and refuse to help his people. Athara is the coldest place in Infernum. Its temperature is below absolute zero which is around -273 degrees which according to physics, is enough to make even the particles freeze.

             ‘I should tell Namjoon to increase the temperature of Saqar so that Athara doesn’t freeze up.’ Saqar is Yoongi’s hottest district. If people were to imagine Hell is a place where there’s fire everywhere, there is a chance that what they’re thinking of is Saqar. And because the two districts are so different, Hades had them near each other so one won’t burn itself to ashes and the other won’t freeze its ass up. The white haired prince walks out of his room and is greeted by the intense sunlight from the balcony. He squints his eyes and quietly curses the sun. He has nothing against the sun but his room has been so dark and so cosy it made him lethargic when he meets the sun. He is so tempted to just head back into his room until his olfactory detects food. Min Yoongi doesn’t need food to live but that doesn’t mean he won’t indulge in food. He actually likes how certain things taste since he couldn’t eat anything in Infernum since he doesn’t want to be bounded by the cursed realm. Yoongi takes another whiff of the food and sighs when he realises that it doesn’t smell like what his mother would cook.

This can only mean one thing: Kim Seokjin, Aphrodite’s son is in his household.

             The prince walks to the kitchen only to prove his suspicion right as he finds his advisor back hugging the one and only Kim Seokjin. Namjoon was given to Yoongi when they were both very young. Namjoon is equivalent to what humans know as Astaroth or Abraxas. He is the one who advises Yoongi and plays a big part on the prince’s decision making. There is a reason why the shirtless, dark pink haired man in Yoo Jung’s kitchen is his right-hand man. It is not a secret that Namjoon knows a lot of things. He is the only one other than the direct sons and daughters of Kronos who understands what lies beyond our galaxy and the starting point of all 9 realms. He might and might not have found the cure for viral diseases and invented the technology to manufacture artificial blood. He’s basically the reason why the vampires, ghouls and dhampirs no longer need to feed from humans. The artificial blood has not only helped those creatures but humans as well.  

But there’s something different about Namjoon this morning. It’s not because of those littering dark love bites that have been left on his skin as a memory of his heated romp. It’s definitely something else. His hair? Yoongi squints his eyes. If his memory serves him right, Namjoon’s hair was blonde before he leaves Infernum. How is it that it’s pink now? ‘Did he dye it?’ Yoongi thought and scoffs at the colour choice. It is also not a secret that Namjoon is whipped for his lover. ‘What better colour to dye his hair than his lover’s favourite.’ The demon prince shifts his weight to another leg as he continues to watch the two. A nice, pastel pink radiates from them both.

And all of a sudden, Yoongi feels uncomfortable. He realises that it’s a constant emotion that he feels when he sees them being all lovey dovey and affectionate. It isn’t a bad thing. Not really? He couldn’t decide for he remembers their first date. The then purple haired Namjoon wanted to cook something nice for the ever-beautiful Kim Seokjin.

It was a disaster.

He vividly remembers a scrawny looking Jungkook who is very much shorter than him running around outside the house, hysterically screaming to random pedestrians to help his brother who accidentally cut his finger off. Yoongi had to hit Jungkook square in the face to calm the younger demon down. That night, Namjoon ended up going to dinner with 4 fingers instead of 5. ‘Love makes us do stupid things.’ His mother, Yoo Jung would say. Yoongi understands it in his beautiful mother’s perspective. She did leave Olympus and her mother, Demeter for Hades. In folklores, they made it seem like she was kidnapped by Hades and kept captive in Infernum but in reality, it was a mutual feeling. But in Namjoon’s case and lose a finger? Yoongi grimaces. Not so much.

As he watches the two lovers, who are giggling like two horny teenagers in love, he finds himself in a predicament. Should he leave? Should he just barge in? It feels like he’s looking at something intimate – something he doesn’t quite understand. He doesn’t understand why the excessive skin ship. The both of them have been dating ever since Namjoon turned 350-ish. They’ve been dating for almost 200 years now. One would think they would have gotten bored with each other but that isn’t the case with them. Once they have chosen a fated one, their vow will be marked onto them. Vows are a sacred thing – an intimate thing shared between two lovers. It is something similar to imprinting in the Lycan society.

But what Yoongi truly doesn’t understand is why they’re acting like newly-weds. He swallows down a gag since he has an inkling that Jin is going to raise hell if he ever does something unintelligent and frankly, suicidal. Therefore, the prince (thankfully) took the safer path and stare at the spider lily on Namjoon’s back instead. It is the mark of Infernum. The flower simply looks beautiful against his advisor’s honey skin. As his eyes trail up north, it stops on a mark that reminds Yoongi countless times that his advisor is no longer only his. He has got to share with his best friend, the son of Aphrodite for around the advisor’s neck, is his vows to Kim Seokjin. The words semper fidelis in Ancient Greek handwriting is marked into his skin like a collar. Jin has a similar one, too. Yoongi stares at the ‘forever faithful’ written in Greek, binding them around their neck like a collar to each other. But it doesn’t seem like either of them minded. And it baffles him greatly.

‘What’s the difference between them and Holly?’ Ah yes… The difference is that Holly, his beloved Cerberus belong to only him while they belong to each other and not him.

He frowns at the thought as he chews on his lower lip, bringing his eyes to the marble underneath his feet.

“How long are you planning on standing there?” Jin suddenly speaks out and Yoongi knows it is directed to him. “Do you need me to announce you?” Yoongi scoffs quietly. He knows that Jin is giving him an attitude because he found out about what happened to his Angels last night. And oh, how protective Kim Seokjin is towards his Angels. He had told Yoongi countess times that if Yoongi ever hears it again, he’ll puke. ‘They are living creatures too. We should learn to respect each other if we’re going to live in the same realm.’  It’s not like Yoongi doesn’t agree with him. For the love of his father, he does. But is it necessary to keep telling him this? It’s nauseating. Because, is it really his fault for liking it rough? But at least now he doesn’t have to stand in front of the kitchen, drowning in a mare’s nest.

“Jin..” Namjoon said quietly. He earns a glare from the black haired man and immediately keeps quiet. Yoongi helps himself to some coffee. He turns to the lovers and finds Jin cutting some apples he probably got from Yoo Jung’s mini garden. The apples are small (since it came from a small tree) but Jin still managed to make some kind of art with it. He stares at the apples for some time when he finally realises that it looks like bunny ears. Namjoon accepts the slice happily and a crunchy sound follows when he bites down on the juicy fruit.

“Good morning to the both of you too.” He slurps his coffee and cringes at how sweet it is. It’s not like Yoongi doesn’t like sweet things. He does. It’s just that he doesn’t like it when food that are meant to be bitter to be sweet and vice versa. It does annoy him but he knows better than to speak out if he doesn’t want to get chewed since it’s obviously Jin’s way on getting back at him. He places the cup down in the sink.

“It’s almost noon, Yoongi.” Jin grumbles. Namjoon visibly tightens his grip around Jin’s waist as he places a kiss on Jin’s clothed shoulder. “Kim Namjoon, I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not working. Sit your ass down.” Jin said, pulling himself out of Namjoon’s embrace. Yoongi looks at the pink-haired man as he gives Yoongi a small look that can easily be interpreted as ‘I tried’. But Yoongi doesn’t need help although he did appreciate the thought. Jin places the knife he was using to cut the apples down on the board and Yoongi has never felt more grateful. Although he can’t die from normal humanly weapons, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

“I take it that you’re here because we need to talk?” Yoongi asks, folding his arms across his chest.

“You damn right we do.” Jin said, mirroring the prince’s actions. Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi go way back to when they’re younger. Jin is the only god-goddess breed Divine Yoongi managed to befriend whenever he follows his father to Paradisus for council meetings. When Seokjin was a boy, lonely and sad; he was hated by his own mother for being ugly. Aphrodite was livid when she found out her son did not inherit her looks despite not conceiving Jin after her union with her lawfully wedded husband. She kept him hidden from everyone else and locked him in her chateau. Jin grows up believing he isn’t beautiful but in reality, all he needs is the very thing that makes Aphrodite renowned – love.

And that’s probably why Jin is getting more and more radiant every passing day since Namjoon declares his love for him many eclipses and moons ago. It is evident that the demon has never stopped doing so and has been continuing to love the Divine more passionately and more sincerely every time the sun sets and rise.

Yoongi tries to read his best friend’s body language. If he doesn’t know Jin very well, he would have thought the Divine isn’t the slightest bit angry since Yoongi couldn’t see any signs of red hovering Jin’s skin. The prince sighs as he braces himself for the long lecture but it never came.

“What happened?” Jin asks, looking straight into Yoongi’s eyes. The prince frowns. He’d rather listen to Jin’s long lecture than try to talk about his problems. Never in a million years would Yoongi ever admit to anyone that something is bugging him – something has made him sad. Yoongi couldn’t just tell the love birds that he had just lost his best friend for over 2 years and she had chosen to go to Nirvana. They would tell him that he should be happy instead because going to Nirvana meant she was contented with whatever time she had on Earth. And Yoongi is just sulking because she is contented without seeing him. And might he add the fact that she hasn’t seen him for the past 60 years in the human realm? Yoongi understood that he was the one who left her and kind of forgotten about her but it hurt because she was fine and he isn’t. He could lie, but what good will that do? Jin knows him too well. He could try but it’ll be in vain.

“Just give me the lecture on how to handle your Angels.” Yoongi said, sighing.

“Is it bad?” Jin asks, taken aback. As far as Jin is aware, Yoongi would rather combust in flames than listen to him give another lecture on his Angels.

“I just don’t want to talk about it.” Yoongi rubs his temples and sighs. “Anyway, look, it was wrong for me to take my anger out on your Angels. I should have asked if they were fine with me being rough on them and I know I should respect them. And I should have more self-control and not lose myself like that.” Ah yes… Control. That’s something he seems to let slip between his fingers. The prince shuts his eyes close as he remembers his wings ripped out of his skin. It must have scared the shit out of the Angels. “I know, okay? But last night… Shit. I… I don’t know.” Namjoon and Jin exchanges a look with each other. Namjoon puts a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. He has a hunch of what might have happened and if he is right, Yoongi’s actions would make a lot of sense. And Namjoon feels a little nervous about his hunch and looking at how hard his prince is trying to avoid it, he can’t help but to put off the topic and conversation all together.

“Alright. As long as you’re sorry.” Jin said in a small voice. Yoongi won’t ever admit it but he’s very grateful that Jin is his friend. Jin seems willing to drop the topic and strokes Yoongi’s hand instead. Jin isn’t only his friend, but an older brother as well. An older brother whom he knows understands him like the back of his hand. The Divine doesn’t need special traits to understand people better. He just does. Maybe that’s just a plus points for all deities. And Yoongi? He’s not a deity. He’s far from it. “Well, I probably need to tell you the reason why I’m here.” Jin mumbles, letting go of Yoongi’s hand.

“Well, shit. What’s worse than hurting your Angels?” Yoongi frowns. “Are you sure youre not only here because Joonie is here?” He tried making the atmosphere light and at this point, he isn’t sure if it’s for him or the couple across the table’s sake.

“Of course, I’m here because Joonie’s here.” Jin pauses and Yoongi looks at Jin’s hazel eyes. “But the second reason why I’m here is because Suran is in a tough situation. She needs your help, Yoongi.” Jin said in a serious tone as he makes his way towards Namjoon and sits himself on Namjoon’s lap. “Things are really looking ugly. Like uglier than my mother’s husband.” Jin said and Namjoon chuckles.

“Jin, that’s offensive. You may offend Hera for insulting her son.”

“Oh, shut up, Joon. The old hag can go fuck herself.” Jin huffs.

“But you need to admit, Joon. Hephaestus is ugly.” Yoongi said and Jin flashes him a smile. “Old hag even threw him away as soon as he was born because he was that ugly.” Yoongi reaches out for some bunny apples. On the first bite, he groans in pleasure. His mother’s apples are truly the best. No wonder Eve and Adam couldn’t resist the temptation. The apple is perfection. It is so crunchy and sweet. If Yoongi were in their shoes, he would have taken the bite too.  

“I do admit that the forger is ugly. I do wonder what’s happened to him now that Zeus is gone. Is he still shackled in the basement, making lightning bolts for daddy dearest?” Namjoon asks and Jin stares at him.

“I don’t use lightning bolts, Joonie. What are you talking about?” Jin deadpans and Yoongi chokes while Namjoon’s face turned redder than the apples before bursting out into fits of laughter.

“W-What? S-Shut up, Jin-hyung.” Namjoon stutters, trying to close his face with his palm. Jin claps his hand and hits the table and kisses Namjoon’s cheek before wiping an imaginary tear.

“I was just messing with you, honey.”

“Just fucking kill me already.” Yoongi said between coughs.

“As much as I like doing this, we’re getting side tracked. The more important topic here is Suran.” Jin takes the apple and puts it in his mouth as it disappears like the light mood. “Suran wants to see you today.” Yoongi has stopped coughing as he runs his tongue along his lower lip and clicks his tongue. It’s not like he hates the vampire. It is not like that at all. He is actually very fond of her. It’s just that he doesn’t understand why this time is any different. She has been holding this position and this power ever since he comes to the age where he can rule Infernum and he has been hearing the same complain from Namjoon thrice in the span of 2 years that Yoongi cared to remember. She managed to clear all disputes easily without Yoongi’s help. So why is this time any different?

             “Yoongi, I know that face. But trust me, you need to go see her. I think she has something important to tell you.” Jin furrows his eyebrows and Yoongi looks at Aphrodite’s son straight in the eye. Jin’s hazel eyes are fill with worry and the man rarely ever show Yoongi his concern. Jin even has a thick yellowish green radiating above his skin.

             “Alright.” Yoongi finds himself saying. “If I’m doing this, I refuse to meet her at her company.”

“Alright. I’ll tell her. I don’t think she will be pleased to leave Vivere but do you have any places in mind?” Namjoon asks, taking his phone out of his sweatpants.

“Promise Café. We’ll meet her there.” Yoongi leans into his seat.

             The son of Hades finds himself and Namjoon once again in the streets of Seoul, walking leisurely towards their destination; Promise Café. Yoongi is wearing a black sweater from his favourite Japanese brand and Namjoon is wearing a pair of glasses and a white turtleneck and a black blazer. He doesn’t know why Namjoon even try to look presentable when all they’re meeting is Suran. Shin Suran, the vampire pureblood who practically grew up with them in Infernum before taking the post as CEO of Vivere Corp.

             When they walk in the café, the bell at the door chime to signal their entry. Upon entering the café, the both of them are (as usual) greeted by a calming aroma. However, Yoongi is now vaguely aware of an extra scent. It’s faint but is there, hidden underneath the aroma of delicious coffee beans. It is something sweet; something mouth-watering and it is definitely not the cakes nor the pastries on display or the hamburgers the chef is grilling in the kitchen. The two demons are very much aware of the curious eyes belonged to faceless creatures are fixed on them. One would think they would be used to the shameless ogling. In reality, they have never gotten used to the stares but the two demons with pride as high as Burj Khalifa and they would be damned if they ever show as much as an inch of their weakness. So, both of them develop different ways on handling it. Yoongi would pretend he doesn’t care and give them a little glare if he feels a little generous before striding towards his seat while Namjoon would actually turn to these curious eyes to acknowledge them and give them a smile before following suit.

             Yoongi lets out a quiet sigh when he sits down and lets his eyes wander around the café, more specifically at the counter where a pink-haired barista is focused on making a latte art for one of the customers. Jimin has his lower lip out in a pout and from where Yoongi is sitting, the pink-haired has his fringe close his eyes. He watches how the human smiles a little to signify that he is proud of his handiwork. He places the milk-filled brass container on the counter next to him and places the cup on the black tray and delivers the coffee to his customer.

             Jimin gives his customer a smile and Yoongi watches how his eyes disappear. When Jimin straightens, his eyes roam around the café and when his brown eyes meet Yoongi’s unmoving bluish grey ones and he thought Jimin’s smile would disappear. But it didn’t. Jimin walks to the counter and grabs 2 hardcover menus before making his way towards the two men. Namjoon, who isn’t blind nor oblivious to his prince’s obvious stare has an amused smile etched on his face.

             The boy walks towards the table and all at once, just like it did yesterday, Jimin’s scent blocks the pleasing bitter smell of coffee and Yoongi finds himself craving for something sweet.

             “Hello, welcome to the Promise Café, again.” Jimin smiles. “What can I get for you today?” Jimin asks as he gives the two men a menu. Namjoon accepts both the menus from the kind waiter and give one to Yoongi. He smiles a little at the pink-haired waiter as he flips through the pages. He knows that Yoongi wouldn’t even try flipping through the menu since he has never ordered anything else. So, he tried to find something as fast as he can so that Yoongi won’t have to wait for him hence, ordering the first thing he sees in the coffee segment.

             “Iced americano, please.” Jimin writes it down his notepad. “And for my hyung-”

             “Strawberry milkshake.” Yoongi said, not taking his eyes off of Jimin.

             “Eh?” Namjoon’s eyes open wide as he stares at Yoongi who is smiling smugly whether at the advisor or the waiter, Namjoon couldn’t be sure. The dark pink haired demon is flabbergasted. ‘What’s with the sudden change of taste?’ Namjoon wonders.

             “Is that all?” Jimin asks and Yoongi gives him a curt nod before giving the waiter back the menus. Namjoon hasn’t taken his eyes off of Yoongi ever since he picks strawberry milkshake over his usual cup of black coffee. “I’ll give it to you soon.”

             When Jimin is out of shot of hearing, Yoongi places his attention back on his advisor. Namjoon raises his eyebrow as he leans into his seat.

“What the fuck is that?” Namjoon asks, amusement written all over his face.

“What? Can’t I change my preferences once in a while?” Yoongi scoffs, his smug smile long gone from his face.

             “I didn’t say that. I literally just asked what happened.” Namjoon licks his lower lip. “But really, hyung? Strawberry milkshake?” Yoongi frowns.

             “Can’t I fucking have something else other than black coffee?” Namjoon chuckles at his prince’s reply.

             “But do you have to be so obvious? Shit. I’m experiencing second hand embarrassment from just you ordering a damn beverage.” Namjoon snorts.

             “Well, fucking forbid me for wanting a bloody strawberry milkshake for a change, then.” Yoongi rolls his eyes and crosses his arms across his chest. “But, Joon,” Yoongi leans in. “Can you not smell him?” The prince asks as he watches Namjoon smirking and Yoongi is doing all he can to not rip his piece of shit advisor to pieces.

             “I can. It’s so sweet that I almost mistook him for a succubus or one of Jin’s half-siblings.” Namjoon says calmly. “But it’s not as suffocating as theirs. His is a little… Faint. But how are you fine with Jin-hyung’s scent?” Namjoon points out and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

             “I’ve been with Jin-hyung even before you came into my life, Joonie. His scent doesn’t suffocate me anymore.” Yoongi huffs and the conversation is cut short when the bell chimes to signal another customer. Despite it not being the CEO of Vivere Corp., Yoongi and Namjoon still stands at the sight of a familiar face dressed in a white shirt and jeans jacket. His hair is blonde and is held back by a yellow headband.

             Jung Hoseok is at the entrance of Promise Café with a huge smile on his face. Both the men’s faces light up when they see the angel. Being an angel has never stopped Hoseok from befriending the soon-to-be king of Infernum and his right hand man. They have been through a lot in their younger years even before Hoseok descended to Earth. Amongst which, Hoseok took part in the so-called grandiose scheme to get Kim Seokjin out from Aphrodite’s abode and helped the abused offspring descent to Earth with hopes of being free. Hoseok squeals when he sees his childhood friends and grab them by their shoulders before pulling them into a hug.

             “It’s ye boy, Jung Hoseok or more well-known as your hope.” Cues eyerolls from Yoongi despite knowing how true it is. The angel’s presence in his life is to provide comic relief and to maintain a light atmosphere. If it werent for Hoseok, Yoongi wouldn’t have been able to keep his calm ¾ times. “It’s been so long! What the hell were you guys thinking, leaving me all alone here?” Hoseok asks with a pout.

             “Sorry, Hope-ah. We were busy.” Namjoon pulls away after Yoongi does. The prince has already taken his seat and the two follows suit.

             “Well, all that matter is that you’re here now. How’s being regent working for you, hyung?” Yoongi grunts as a reply and Hoseok laughs. “But you’ve been working for this all your life.” The angel reminisces how a younger version of Yoongi with black hair with books in his hands and a younger version of Namjoon trailing behind the prince, probably telling him little details that the prince might left out as a small smile makes its way on Hoseok’s face.

             “Tis true that I have been working for it all my life. But it doesn’t mean I enjoy it, Seokie.” The prince sighs. When Jimin returns to the table with an iced americano and strawberry milkshake, Hoseok stares at the milkshake for a while before turning to his roommate, ignoring Jimin’s greeting.

             “Minnie, I think you’ve got the wrong order.” Hoseok said, grabbing the strawberry milkshake while Jimin looks at Yoongi. The pink-haired barista/waiter was about to take the beverage from Hoseok when Yoongi speaks out.

             “It’s mine, Seokie.” Yoongi said and the blonde angel gapes at the prince as the said man takes the drink out from Hoseok’s hands and brings the cold beverage to his lips. The angel looks at Namjoon in hopes to get some explanation but the demon averts his gaze and quietly drinks his iced americano.

“What the fuck? What’s with the sudden change?” Hoseok asks, looking at his friend.

“Seokie, you know how I feel about you cuss-”

“No, seriously. What the hell is up?” Yoongi wanted to shove the milkshake up Hoseok’s ass if he ever cusses again. The prince glares at the barely-shining angel. Whenever an angel cusses or does a bad thing, they shine a tad bit dimmer. And compared to the last time Yoongi saw him, it doesn’t feel like Hoseok is still shining at all! If it werent for the characteristic golden eyes all angels share, Hoseok might as well be recognize as a human.

“None of your business.” Yoongi grumbles as he drinks more from the milkshake as he grimaces inwardly. ‘You may have the same colour as Jimin’s hair but I doubt you taste the same. So fucking sour and milky.’ The prince thought as he places the glass down.

“Well, okay.” Hoseok drops the topic pretty fast and Namjoon returns his attention to the two now that Hoseok has got his attention else where. Jimin is about to leave when Hoseok grabs his elbow as a small, unsaid request to stay and the waiter obliges. “Minnie, I want to introduce you to my friends.” Hoseok said and Jimin smiles a little as he hugs the tray close.

             “Your friends?” Jimin asks smiling politely at both Namjoon and Yoongi. His gaze lingers a little at the bluish grey eyed man before turning to his roommate.

             “Yeah. They’re my childhood friends.” Hoseok grabs the tray from Jimin and sets it on the table. “This is Park Jimin, my roommate. The pink-haired man with dimples here,” Hoseok pokes Namjoon’s cheeks which makes the latter man smile and laugh as he swats Hoseok’s hands away. “Is Kim Namjoon. Probably the smartest piece of shit you will ever meet.” The enthusiastic angel pinches Namjoon’s cheeks while Yoongi’s right-hand man just lets whatever Hoseok wanted to do.

             “Nice to meet you, Park Jimin.” Namjoon holds his hand out for Jimin to take.

             “And this grumpy cat here is Min Yoongi.” Hoseok steals a few sips of Yoongi’s strawberry milkshake after introducing them.

             “We’ve already met yesterday, Seokie.” Yoongi said but still offers his hand for the pink-haired waiter to take. Jimin takes Yoongi’s hands and it startled him when he felt how cold the man clad in all black’s skin is. It doesn’t go unseen by Yoongi and while the demon is hoping the human to have a yellow hover Jimin’s skin out of fear, the white light remains.

             “Oh really, now?” Hoseok asks as he watches the human he’s been assigned to grabs the demon’s hand. ‘Ah, right. Yoongi-hyung probably doesn’t know that Minnie is-’

             “Yes, we did. He’s the customer who gave me too much and left without his change.” Jimin looks at his roommate who nods knowingly. “Speaking of which…” Jimin trails off as he digs deep into his apron to find Yoongi’s change when the white-haired prince holds his hand out.

             “Keep it.” Yoongi grabs his milkshake that is already downed to half before glaring at the angel. “Seokie, you piece of-“ Yoongi sighs, probably realising that it’s worthless getting mad over a milkshake. “Its my milkshake.” Yoongi said in a small voice.

             “Thank you.” Jimin flashes him a smile before turning to Hoseok. “Ah, hyung. By the way, did you bring it?” Jimin asks and Hoseok stares at him blankly before exclaiming a ‘yes!’. He pats his pockets a few times before pulling out a circular shaped pendant that is shining under the light with white chain holding it. Namjoon and Hoseok subtly steals a glance at Yoongi to see his expression. When the prince stops drinking to stare at the familiar necklace, he looks at how the pink-haired waiter’s eyes shine at the sight of the necklace. The white light of innocence is being replaced with a light pink as he puts it on. Yoongi wonders why Jimin loves the necklace so much as he noisily slurps his milkshake. “Did you find out why it turned blue yesterday?”

             “It turned blue?” Namjoon blurts out as he looks at Yoongi and Jimin nods. “I-It’s clear now, though.” Namjoon tears his gaze from his prince to look at Jimin.

             “I know it sounds strange. But yes, it turned blue. I’ve never seen it change colours before. At first, I thought it was because of the light but it became like so blue, it’s opaque! It was weird.” Jimin frowns. “I thought I broke it or something.”

             “It’s pretty though.” Yoongi suddenly said out loud. “Blue or not, it suits you.” He smiles before gulping down his milkshake.

             “Thank you.” Jimin smiles shyly and he was about to ask if Yoongi wanted another milkshake when another customer who have just entered the café with a bell chime. “Ah, sorry. Excuse me.” Jimin grabs his tray that it situated on the table before bowing to the trio.

             “Did it turn blue because you found out what happened to Yaksoku?” Hoseok frowns. Namjoon turns pale as his lips form a grim, straight line. Yoongi sighs as he looks at the both of them. He nods as a reply and Namjoon closes his eyes while gritting his teeth. His hunch had proved to be true. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten about their human friend. He is aware that probably 3 years have passed in is realm which means Yaksoku has spent the past 60 years alone by herself. What kind of a friend is he? Most importantly, what kind of advisor is he? He knows how important Yaksoku is to Yoongi and yet…

             “Joonie, stop. It’s not your fault.” Yoongi sighs as he watches how the younger demon lets himself get swallowed by his own voice in his head.

             “I exist to remind you things that may slip your mind, hyung.” Namjoon starts but Yoongi isn’t having any of it. Not today. “I’m here because it’s my duty to advise you and tell yo-”

             “Namjoon,” Yoongi said in a strict tone, no longer using his normal tone. “You exist to be my friend, my partner and not my slave. I’ve got plenty of those in the castle back home. We were both busy and it’s not your fault so don’t blame yourself.” Yoongi said and Namjoon slowly looks up to Yoongi.

“You think of me as your friend?” Namjoon cracks a smile while Yoongi turns his head away.

“If anyone asks you about this, I’m denying it.” The prince doesn’t let Namjoon come out with a remark that may soften his heart as he quickly changes the topic with a “So, Seokie, what do you do on Earth?”

             The prince of Infernum is not a patient man and Suran has been making him wait for almost an hour. In that span of one hour, he learned that Hoseok is Jimin’s guardian angel and has been making his debut as a dancing teacher for kids at a nearby studio called Gabriel, after his beloved mentor. And Yoongi was forced to listen to Hoseok’s story about the dreadful tattle tots learning how to dance. While Namjoon occasionally asks questions and give his clueless friend opinions on how to overcome daily obstacles like ‘how to get a 5 year old’s leg out of the toilet bowl’ and ‘how to tell the parents to basically fuck off, this isn’t Dance Moms and leave it to him.’, Yoongi is at the very end of his patience.

             So, when the black-haired woman with bright finally stumbles into the café with a huff and looking paler than she normally does, Yoongi sucks in a deep breath and gathers his patience to not flip at the very late woman.

             “I’m sorry for being late, Yoongi.” Suran pants as she pushes her hair out of her face. The three men can see sweat rolling off her forehead and how dilated her pupils are. “I-I’m not giving you any excuses but I was bombarded by a gang of ghouls. Cannibal ghouls. We were caught off guard.” Suran is rambling and she is nervous. The trio knows. They can smell the nervousness from her skin and Yoongi… Well, Yoongi can see the colour orange – the colour of nervousness and uncertainty.

             “Just tell Yoongi-hyung what you want to, Suran.” Hoseok speaks out, sipping on a frappe of his own after complaining about Yoongi’s empty cup of strawberry milkshake.

             “Ugh, an angel.” Suran makes a face and Hoseok rolls his eyes.

             “Don’t hate me cause you aint me, noona. By the way, don’t talk as if you’re not a cannibal yourself. Remember Dean?” hoseok smirks. “Besides, you can easily rip those low lives necks off. So, spare us the bullshit and tell us what took you so long.” The angel scoffs while the woman runs her thin, long fingers through her dishevelled hair, making it look even more distressed as she grimaces when she finds that her hair in knots.

             “Honestly, Hoseokie… Noona would have been able to kick their asses if it weren’t for some kind of kelp they’ve been taking. It made them really strong. Even I have a hard time to fend them off.” Namjoon stares at the black haired woman as his observing eyes scrutinizes every single detail of her body language. He gives a look to Yoongi to notify the said man that their noona isn’t lying to them. “I caught one of them and did some serious questioning session.” Yoongi grimaces at this. Suran’s ‘serious questioning’ sessions have never ended with a happy ending. It usually ends with bloodshed.

             Lots of them.

The prince of Infernum do enjoy a good show but not when it happens in the hands of Suran. He, for one knows how ruthless his noona can be for the pettiest things and Yoongi doesn’t do petty. He does fairness. Suran has a habit of cutting her victims’ tongue and demand answers from them afterwards and when they couldn’t give her an answer, she introduces her guillotine in between their neck and head. “I know what you’re thinking, Yoongi-ah. I do but I promise you that I have answers.” Suran gulps down a nervous lump as she takes a seat in between Namjoon and Yoongi and across of Hoseok. “Yoongi-ah, they told me that they’re no longer loyal to you but the real ruler of Infernum. According to them, the new ruler gave them the freedom of eating humans.”

             Yoongi who has been impassive ever since she decided to show her late ass up straightens his back upon hearing Suran out. He knits his eyebrows together. “What new ruler, noona? And for the record, I do let them eat humans. What are they talking about?” The pureblood vampire shakes her head as she licks her lower lip.

             “No, Yoongi. The new ruler lets them eat living humans. Not suicide victims or random John and Jane Doe.” Suran knits her eyebrows together as she scoots closer towards the pale prince. She holds his hand in hers and Yoongi can feel it tremble. “Yoongi-ah, tell noona what’s going on. What new ruler, Yoongi? You’re an only child.”

             “You think I don’t know that?” Yoongi sucks in a deep breath as his bluish grey eyes scans the mark of Infernum on Suran’s right inner wrist. The red spider lily mark complements her pale skin and that is the mark of his kingdom. If a low-life is trying to take his kingdom away, Yoongi will only let it happen across his dead body. “Namjoon,” Yoongi snatches his hands back from Suran’s as he sees how Namjoon visibly straightens. “I need you to call the mutt and ask him if he’s heard of this new ruler. Get his pups and bring me answers.” Yoongi orders as his tongue pokes his inner cheek. Yoongi is pretty sure that given the looks they give him, his eyes must have changed to black entirely and some of the vessels near his eyes have turned black too. The prince looks down before Namjoon could even give him an answer when a timid Park Jimin makes his way towards their table.

             “Um, I’m not sure if this is a good time but can I take your order?” Jimin asks meekly in between Namjoon and Hoseok to Suran. Yoongi on the other hand runs his pale fingers through his white hair. The older woman has her gaze fixated on the familiar necklace around Jimin’s neck that is taking a bright red colour.

             “I’m afraid I’ll only be here for a while, kid. Thank you. Your ruby necklace really complements your skin tone. The peculiar shape reminds me of a close friend of mine’s necklace.” Suran tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ear.

             “What?” Jimin looks down and pales when the crystal ball has a really deep red colour. “O-Oh, it’s not supposed to be red.” Jimin said nervously as he frowns and grabs the spherical pendant in between his thumb and forefinger. “My necklace has been acting very weird the past two days. It used to be just a clear crystal ball.” The pink-haired boy twirls it around. ‘Is it really broken?’ He pouts at the thought. It’s the only thing he has aside from the café that his grandma leaves in his hands. And Jimin has a soft spot for the necklace for his grandmother has always treated it so dearly to her. He still remembers how she refused to take it off even once because the necklace is a gift from a special friend. Apparently, she once complained that she never understands her friend and the next day, despite muttering hurtful things, the said friend gave her the necklace to understand him better. And to Jimin, it feels like the necklace and his grandmother’s spirit is still connected and he refuses to part with that.

             “Hm is that so? It looks very similar to Yaksoku’s though.” Suran muses and almost immediately, Hoseok and Jimin looks at her.

             “You knew my grandma?”

‘Grandma?’ Suran gapes and when she remembers that her time differs from humans’, she knew she fucked up.

“How do you and Yoongi know about my grandmother? I’ve never seen you before…” Jimin looks down to Hoseok and wonder how did Hoseok meet these people who know about his grandmother. While the angel could not lie to Jimin, he has been trying to get help from both namjoon and Suran who both avert their gazes elsewhere. The blithe male then gives Jimin a smile.

             “We were Yaksoku’s friends.” Yoongi suddenly said, his eyes returning to the normal white sclera and bluish grey iris. He meets Jimin’s brown ones for a while before looking at the raging red crystal sphere pendant hanging on a grey coloured chain around his neck. Although that isn’t a lie, it isn’t the whole truth either and judging on Jimin’s slow nod, he must have been rather contented with the answer. Although the pink-haired waiter doesn’t know how it connects, he drops the subject fairly quick since he hasn’t been in his grandmother’s life for long for he has always been with the two boys he no longer sees but once meant the world to him. Park Jimin then bows and excuses himself before making his way towards the counter when the bell chimes again.

             Yoongi, again has his eyes on Jimin. The latter boy smiles at a customer and again, his eyes disappearing when his cheeks go up much like when the moon fades away when the sun comes up to shine. The customer who came in has a child with her and he swore Park Jimin got twice as bright when his brown eyes meets the little girl’s. He gave her a lollipop for free and ruffles her hair as Yoongi tried to not scoff at the action. It feels like it’s a very Park Jimin action but if Yoongi tries hard enough, maybe he can see his best friend’s silhouette treating her customers with care. Is kindness hereditary? Yoongi isn’t sure. But what he does know is that Suran and Hoseok are vaguely talking about Yaksoku while Namjoon is still on the phone with the head of the Lycans. His advisor stifles a little laugh as he makes a light-hearted joke. The head of the Lycans is one of Namjoon’s close friends back in Infernum. When Namjoon hangs up, he gives Yoongi a proud smile. One that says ‘Mission accomplished, hyung. I just got you your pups also I’ve got other info too.’

             “Alright, Jackson Wang has agreed to help and he is even willing to give us 6 of his most trusted pups. Also, according to him, apparently, some of his trainees have been acting up. Upon investigations, they have found the use of some sort of deep-sea kelp that makes them strong and alert. They kelps have been sent to a lab to see if it’s a new type of drug but turns out, it’s just kelp. But, here’s the thing. That ‘just kelp’ is at least 500 years old. Jackson has also reported things that his idols’ and trainees’ behaviour have gotten out of hand lately and it’s been hard to keep Tantara Records’ name clear. Nothing literally scares these kids anymore and even worse is that an insider told him that the kelp-seller is amongst them.”

             “Namjoon-ah, I will leave the pups to you. I need to find out who the fuck is trying to steal my authority.” Yoongi growls, nails scraping the polish of the wooden chair he’s sitting on.

             “Will do, my prince.” And when Namjoon promises and bows, he delivers as promised.

             ‘I will find you and bite your neck off.’ Yoongi thought, gritting his teeth.

Chapter 3