#same things are happening in aus unis too with the same sentiments

[adonis-koo]

Strictly Business

↳ Summary: When the price of your apartment shoots through the roof, you and your roommate become desperate for money and go to extreme measures to make it possible to afford living there. But it’s all strictly business in the end. Right?

↳ Genre: porn with some plot if you squint, it’s a pornstar AU essentially, sex worker au??? Roommates AU, it’s all platonic, or is it?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Word Count: 13k

Tags: dom!kook, sex tapes obviously, dirty talk, pussy slapping, good girl!MC, sir kink, degradation, like if you aren’t into degradation just skip, vaginal fingering, size kink 😌, a little dumbfication, ruined orgasm, breath play, oral (m & f), sex toy, overstimulation, bondage, theres elements of BDSM but not hardcore,

Note: I never thought I’d write pwp ever but here we are you horndogs, I feel like this Oneshot probably deserves a part 2 tbh

“What!?” 

Jungkook cringed at your shouted words, you hadn’t meant to of course. Truth be told, you didn’t really know your roommate that well. But he was good in terms of keeping the apartment fairly clean, he was quiet, never brought any one night stands home. You did the same. But outside of talking over bills, a few mutual friends and occasionally watching a movie together you both didn’t really hang out much.

“...Look I know,” Jungkook sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, “They just spiked rent last month too…Maybe we should look for a different place?” He offered as you slumped on the couch. This place was perfect though, it was close to campus, close to your and his work and all while in range of plenty of fast food restaurants and the grocery store. You couldn’t get any better than this.

The apartment was already rather pricey when you and Jungkook found it, but you both made enough together that with that and making sure to grocery shop together it would be fine. But then your tenant had retired and gave his business over to his son who had spiked the rates last month and to be fair he warned he was doing a finalized rent this month but still…

Five hundred extra? How could you afford nine hundred rent a month when both you and Jungkook worked regular college level jobs? 

“I’m sure we could but…” you frowned as you fumbled with your fingers, “It won’t be nearly as close to campus or work…” 

Jungkook didn’t like the idea anymore then you but...what other options were there? He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, “Well let’s not worry about it tonight. I’ll start looking for other places. Who knows, maybe we can find somewhere better.” He offered you a tiny smile that you weakly returned before sighing, lips quivering before you stood up, running a hand through your hair before going back to your room, looking rather upset.

Jungkook frowned before sighing as his gaze lingered in your direction before making his way to his room. Jungkook began his search for different apartments but much to his irrigation everything was either the same price which neither of you could afford or it was nearly a half hour drive to uni. 

It was well into the early morning until Jungkook eventually gave up all together, to make matters go from bad to worst he inhaled sharply in annoyance at the strained feeling of his cock strapped inside the confines of his jeans he had yet to change out of. Seriously? He looked down at the bulge in his pants that decided to greet him at nearly twelve at night.

He looked back at the house listing before back at his pants he clacked his tongue exiting out of the page, seeing as he obviously wasn’t going to find any apartment options tonight and he had a raging boner he knew he could at least fix one of these things.

Kicking off his jeans he sighed in relief before typing away on his computer, putting on his headphones as he eagerly scrolled through Playhub.

Instead of finding a good video to jerk off too he paused at the side bar that usually held porn ads, instead it was advertisement for working on playhub...Jungkook gritted his teeth together, ignoring his hardened cock that was throbbing in need to be touched as he clicked on the ad...Maybe this night wasn’t such a bust…

Should he tell you? He felt nervous as you finished up drinking your smoothie, you were getting ready for work this morning, your hair tied up and you still looked pretty tired. Jungkook felt himself gulp, staring without even realizing it. But the longer he stared the more he felt his ears burning, sure he thought you were pretty when he first met you but…

“Are you okay?” He jumped at your soft voice, tilting your head a little as you glanced at your roommate, feeling slightly odd given he was usually still in bed or was already on his way to work, or even class. It was rare you shared breakfast together. Jungkook swallowed thickly as he rapidly shook his head without even meaning too. He was trying to get the courage to bring up his solution to you.

“Y-yeah I’m good!” Jungkook flashed you a strained smile but he was positive his cheeks were flushed. You pressed your lips together but said no more as you glanced back down at your phone. Jungkook could feel himself slump a little, he usually wasn’t this nervous around girls, god he felt like he was in middle school again. 

But again, he had never thought of you in this way before...I mean sure...Jungkook was a man, he had thought about it a time or two in passing thought. But he had never extensively thought about it. About you. About having sex with you. And it was frighteningly arousing, he wouldn’t lie. Had he always been so blind to how tight your sleep shorts were? Or how short they really were and how they strapped against your ass? 

Or the way you’d flash him timid sweet smiles when you’d pass one another in the house. Jungkook was thinking with his hormones now. But still...if he was going to do this, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be his partner going into it. 

Before he knew it his opportunity was gone as you left the table making him groan in defeat. To be fair it wasn’t exactly an easy question; ‘Hey would you consider making porn with me since we’re desperate to pay rent and can’t afford to stay anywhere else?’

Because that conversation could go well...Jungkook didn’t even know your favorite color, how the fuck was he supposed to go about this? He nibbled against his lower lip as he sunk in his seat, this was going to be more challenging then he anticipated…

Jungkook has spent most of his day at work mopping around and fretting about how bad your reaction could be, the worst would be making things awkward but...that wasn’t going to solve anything and this was a solution...sorta...It could also flop but this could work! Jungkook knows it can! 

He continued to affirm himself the whole day and even when he got off shift at nine o’clock at night and headed home. Yes! He’d go and he’d ask you if you were willing to do this because you both needed rent money by the 29th and that wasn’t going to happen unless you did something this something just so happened to be porn…

Jungkook gulped a little as he took his shoes off at the entrance before headed inside, making himself some cup noodles as he tried to calm himself. 

What Jungkook didn’t expect was for you to come out of your room, sweatpants hiding the nice sight of your thighs but the tank top was loose and low enough to spot the lacy bralette you sported that Jungkook never looked twice at until now. God he felt like a total pervert! He could already feel his ears turning red as he hurriedly slurped his noodles trying to ignore your figure the way you bent down to grab juice from the fridge.

You were about to leave when Jungkook jumped the opportunity, “Um-! Y/n!” He almost yelped, wincing at his tone. God why did he sounded like he was going through puberty again.

Usually when Jungkook wanted to get with a girl he was a lot more subtle, a few smirks here and there, some playful flirting. Smooth. So why wasn’t he being smooth? Probably because this wasn’t exactly what one would consider a one night stand…

You turned around as you tilted your head, giving him your full attention as you asked, “Yeah?” Jungkook felt himself freeze before he forced a cough from his lips. You could tell he had been acting up since this morning and for some reason it put you on edge...did he not want to be roommates anymore? Was something wrong?

Noting he hadn’t said anything yet you took the opportunity to sit down across from him as you raised your brows.

“I...um…” Jungkook sucked in a breath of air, calming himself down, “So...I found a way that could help us get rent….”

Jungkook felt bad at watching the way your eyes lit up in excitement as you bounced in your seat a little, clapping your hands as you asked, “What? Really!? What is it? I'd hate for us to have to move somewhere else…” Of course this little nerd Jeon Jungkook found a way for you both to get side cash! God you may not have been close to him but he really was a genius! 

Oddly enough Jungkook didn’t seem to share your sentiment as he dropped his gaze, looking somewhat ashamed which made your brows furrow. 

That was weird…”Well...here’s the thing…” he gave you a funny smile as he rubbed the back of your neck, “...Did you know Playhub pays users who put up content.” Jungkook wasn’t even sure how he managed to get those words out but he could tell that was the last thing you expected him to say.

It looked like your brain was frozen for a good few minutes before as you opened and closed your mouth several times...He did not just say what you think you heard him say…”You’re...you’re joking...right?” You forced a smile on your lips, feeling like something was caught in your throat as you forced a laugh despite your face suddenly feeling hot.

Jungkook sunk into his seat a little which only confirmed he wasn’t joking about this, he ran a hand through his hair as he looked away apprehensively, “I understand if you don’t want to do it but…! Just give it a thought-“ 

“Jungkook that’s insane! Who would sell porn?” 

“I would,” Jungkook replied somewhat defensively before he realized what he said, his ears burning as your jaw dropped a little and your brows rose, “...If I’m desperate enough and I’m pretty desperate right now Y/n...I’ve already checked for different apartments but anything in a half hour radius is around nine hundred as well and unless you wanna find two other housemates in the next two weeks we’re gonna be living in your car.” 

Jungkook’s brows were pinched and you wanted to whine at how serious his expression was. Porn? Together….Seriously? Just the idea was making you flush. You wouldn’t lie, Jungkook was an attractive guy, extremely attractive guy, you’d be dumb to not acknowledge that. Or the fact that you had a tiny crush on him when you first moved in together. But eventually you got over it, that didn’t erase the fact that it was once there though! If you slept with him...Dear god…that only crossed your mind when you were desperate while masturbating…

“Oh my god…” you sighed as you pressed your hands to your face.

“Like I said!” Jungkook replied hurriedly, “You don’t have to do it if you don’t feel comfortable but...we should start sending out advertisements for other roommates soon.”

Porn...Together…

You melted into your chair feeling somewhat embarrassed by the idea, what if somebody you knew stumbled across a video or what if your work found out…? “I…” You pressed your lips together before rubbing your temple, “Can I at least think it over tonight…?”

Jungkook’s lips parted, you...you were actually considering? Jungkook felt his face burn as he nodded rapidly, “Of course! Yeah! Just let me know in the morning.” Holy shit you were considering!

Holy shit, you were actually considering this…

But Jungkook had a point, you were kind of desperate as well...You really loved this apartment and you didn’t want to give it up…

It was nearly seven in the morning and you had a horrible time sleeping last night, there were too many thoughts in your mind that kept you awake. If you were to do this then...you’d have to lay out a lot of ground rules and would have to talk a lot of things over…

That’s how you found yourself sitting on the couch with Jungkook both of you sitting on the opposite end turned to face one another, “...How do we even do this? Setting up an account?” You flushed as you asked, hugging the couch pillow against your chest.

Jungkook was still waking up, steam wafting from the cup of coffee he had as he took a sip, oddly not looking as flustered as he did the day before, “Well first off we’d make an account then we’d apply for their amateur program, they’ll have an admin verify us and we’d go from there.”  You pressed your lips together as you nodded, “If we do this,” Jungkook continued carefully, “We should stop by the bank and set up a joint account so we can both access the account we use for this.” 

That was definitely agreed and the smartest decision, that way there was no fighting or over spending any money you’d make on this...God you were actually considering this, “That's if you actually wanna do this though.” Jungkook finished as he took another sip of coffee, his expression neutral but the way he eyed you made your face feel hot again.

Sighing you pressed your hand to your face, what was the worst that could happen? You bang your roommate and this flops and then you go on with your life pretending it never happened? “Ah fuck it. We need money, and now.” Jungkook looked a little surprised by your words making you more flustered, “What!? Do you want me to say no!?” 

“No…! Well...Yeah, if you really don’t want to sleep with me…” Jungkook looked a little awkward as he rubbed his head, he wouldn’t lie, his pride would be a little hurt if you didn’t but he handled rejection all throughout his school years, he had survived before and could do so again.

“Do you wanna sleep with me?” You countered cautiously as you both awkwardly looked at one another.

Jungkook felt as if he’d break out in nervous sweat any moment, “...Yes…?” It was posed more like a question than an answer as you groaned making him rush, “It wouldn’t be a bad thing! I think your um-! I think you're pretty and I wouldn’t mind- I’m just gonna shut up. Let’s talk

sex, condoms or pill?” You looked at him bewildered as he scratched his cheek before murmuring, “Most people find it hot when it’s raw...we should discuss all of this before we do anything at all.” 

It was embarrassing though! You groaned as you shoved your face into your pillow, this was going to be a long conversation, “Condoms. I don’t have a reason to be on birth control but I mean…” You weren’t a stranger to Pornhub you knew most people went raw on there but…”Actually- before we even discuss condomless we should both get checked out. If you have STDs this plan isn’t going to work. We can talk about birth control afterward.” You’d be willing to go on pill but you wanted to make sure both of you were clean before you do anything else.

Jungkook nodded, “Alright fair enough- I don’t have STDs by the way,” He watched a smile tug on your lips for the first time all morning, yeah...this could definitely work, “You know I already have a good camera so we don’t have to worry about that. No faces though?” 

You immediately nodded, feeling a little better at the idea of keeping your face out of any kind of porn just to make yourself feel better, “Yeah definitely….And I guess we should probably talk about Uh…” you coughed a little, “...Kinks and stuff…For entertainment purposes.”

“Are you vanilla?” Jungkook immediately quizzed, making your gaze dart away from him, suddenly becoming mute, “Because we can keep it vanilla if that’s what you want.” He really was a sweetheart, not just like this but his whole personality. He was always thinking about others.

You rubbed your head as you sighed, forcing yourself to speak, “I uh...Not really…” you offered him a weak smile when you noticed he seemed confused.

You...you weren’t into vanilla? Jungkook didn’t want to say he assumed your tastes but well...he did a little, you were considerably quiet and timid, only open with your friends but over all a kind and sweet person. Jungkook figured girls like you probably liked something slow and sentimental. And there was nothing wrong with that! 

“And even if I was vanilla it wouldn't get views. Just throw me around and shit.” You laughed at the way Jungkook choked on his coffee, coughing as he pressed a hand on his chest, “Degradation, pain, bondage, all that stuff. Unless…! You’re not into that…” What surge of confidence you had suddenly wilted at the idea of Jungkook not being into these things.

Rather it was the opposite, the more you spoke the more aroused Jungkook felt, “...Are you saying you’re a submissive?” Jungkook could feel his cock throb in excitement. Sure he could find people who liked rough sex but not everyone was a submissive and the idea that he had been living with one for a year and a half was driving him up the wall. 

“Are you saying you’re a dominant?” You suddenly felt nervous at the idea, you could label yourself a sub but you had never actually been with a dominant before. Sure you had a great time with plenty of people but...The air in the room shifted a little, Jungkooks gaze a little more sultry then before, those usually innocent doe eyes looked lidded in the moment and the air around him suddenly looked a thousand times more confident as he gave a nod with a shrug, “Yeah, I am.” 

You wanted to screech at his words, his voice sounding a tone deeper than before.

Three words and it felt like you were squirming, of course he was dominant! Of course! You should’ve known! “So does that mean you like getting thrown around and shit?” Jungkook tucked his tongue into his cheek before offering a cocky smile that made him look a little more predatory than you were used to, he didn’t make a move to get closer to you but your body felt hotter then you remembered.

You managed a stiff nod, refusing to meet his gaze anymore and you were sure you looked embarrassed, you had to…You had never met someone that considered themselves formally a dominant but the energy just continued to ooze from Jungkook. 

“Oh? What about overstimulated,” Nod, “Toys?” Nod, “What about title kinks? I prefer to be addressed as Sir.” Jungkook wasn’t even hiding his arousal or interest anymore. His pupils looked dilated and he was licking lips at the way you squirmed in your seat, lips tugging into a pout and you refused to look at him anymore. Cute. 

“Sir is fine.” You mumbled as you rubbed your hand against your cheek, trying to stop your thighs from rubbing together in excitement. Maybe this wasn’t a terrible idea as you thought…

Finding out that you and Jungkook were both sexually compatible seemed to really fast track your progress. You both went out the same day, opened a joint account together, you went to get tested and meanwhile bought birth control for you to start taking. Things seemed to be going well the last few days but you couldn’t help but feel nervous, the 29th would be arriving soon and if this flopped you’d either be cramming two extra people in the apartment or you’d be sleeping in by the back of your car. 

“Well I don’t know, I guess we’ll just have to play around with camera positions,” Jungkook frowned, messing with his tripod as you laid on his bed so he could try to frame it without your face in the shot, “I think this should work.” He seemed satisfied with his work as he leaned back on his hands as he sighed in contentment. 

“Have you heard back from them yet?” You glanced up at Jungkook as he frowned, shaking his head. You had created a pornhub profile together the same day you agreed to do this and you had yet to hear back about getting verified. But a part of you wondered if you’d have to build a following first. God this sounded time consuming…

“Hey, come on it’ll be fine.” It was like Jungkook could sense your nervous energy as you sighed, rolling into your stomach as you buried into his pillow, “If the video does well we’ll still get a cut regardless of verified or not. Verified probably just means more exposure.” 

The bed dipped a little as Jungkook sat on the edge as you sighed, mumbling into the pillow, “If it does well. Pornhub is like any other platform, there’s millions of videos on there. What’s one more have to offer?” It was true, the likelihood that this was going to work was….not high.

Jungkook frowned as he shrugged, he had been the more optimistic one about this then you and he’d continue to do so, “Well maybe…” You could hear the hesitation in his voice as you glanced up at him in front of your slumped position, his eyes a little nervous as he shrugged, “Maybe we should try a practice run.” 

You could immediately feel your face become hot at his words, there wasn’t any reason why you couldn’t. You got your test results back and you were both clean of STDs and you had been making sure to take birth control every day for the past four days and today as well, “Maybe we should…” you mumbled letting your face press against the pillow once more. The fact was nobody was going to watch to two awkward college kids act like they were virgins, you needed to have confidence in having sex with Jungkook and vice versa, right now that wasn’t looking too hot, “We can’t make anything decent until we’re used to banging each other.” 

You could hear Jungkook laugh a little, sounding a little less nervous as you felt the bed shift again, a hand hesitantly rolling your over into your back to look up at him, his cheeks were pink despite hovering on top of you, “I think we could make something decent right now.” Jungkook offered a little smirk as you glanced at the camera, realizing the screen had been flipped and record was on making your ears burn as you squirmed beneath him a little, “We’ll take it slow.” Jungkook was going to be the dominant in this scenario so he felt obligated to be the one to lead you through this despite not being experienced himself.

“Listen...ah...If you wanna stop at any time just tell me okay? Remember, we’re just getting used to one another.” 

You swallowed thickly despite looking away from him, feeling too embarrassed to look at him directly, “Same applies, if you wanna stop then we do.” Jungkook felt reassured as his lips quirked into a little smile, but admittedly all business aside, he was aroused by the sight of you beneath him. Jungkook was eager to get you naked and soaking wet beneath him, he had a lot of things he wanted to experiment with today and he had the feeling you’d be a good girl and let him.

Your breath hitches a little at his hands immediately pushing your top over your head, you felt semi embarrassed you weren’t wearing any sort of lingerie, just your usual bralette and panties that weren’t even matching but Jungkook didn’t even seem to mind as he quickly undid your bra. 

Your first instinct was to shy away from him attempting to cover yourself but shockingly Jungkook’s hands were faster, “Dont.” His voice was husky and deeper as he spoke causing your core to ache with a gush of arousal, “Let’s make one thing clear,” Jungkook let his lips press against your ear as he purred lowly, “I’m the dominant here. So be a good little girl and obey.” He growled lowly keeping your arms pinned to the bed as his mouth dragged down your neck, a whine suddenly escaping you at the feeling of his mouth capturing your sensitive nipple between his lips. Suckling it as a soft moan escaped you, your back arching a little to try for a little more friction.

Your panties were practically soaking and you hadn’t even started yet, Jungkook held your wrists over your hand with one hand and the other squeezed against your waist before petting down to your hip, his lips suckling against your tits before you squeaked at the feeling of his hand cupping your cunt, “Fuck,” Jungkook grunted at the feeling of your hips immediately thrusting into his hand for friction, “So fucking needy.” He growled against your skin, letting go of your wrists to tug his shirt over his head, “Should’ve known your little ass was a good girl,” He cooed snidely, a sharp sting against your pussy as he spanked it making you moan louder then you wanted too as he his smirk widened, “What a cute little sub.” You whined as you felt a sharp slap against your clothed clit, throbbing in excitement as pain flushed against it. 

“Sir! Please.” You hadn’t even consciously realized what you said but it made Jungkook’s muscle tense and a growl to suddenly escaping him at being formally addressed. His cock suddenly throbbing in need as he bit against your skin, “Please what? You desperate whore.” He wanted to hear you say it, to listen to that sweet little voice beg to be fucked. How could Jungkook life with you for this long and never think about how nice and wet your little cunt was?

“Ah!” Your hips bucked at the harsh slap against your clit, pleasure making you whine and squirm as you fumbled, “Please! Please sir!” Jungkook gritted his teeth as he roughly cupped your cunt, massaging against it as your panties soaked with arousal.

“Answer my fucking question,” Jungkook growled against your ear lowly, his thumb pressing against your covered clit harshly, your loud surprised squeak like music to his ears, “What do you want? What do you think you deserve? Hm?” 

Jungkook wanted to moan at just the sight of your fucked out submissive face as your hips kept needily grinding against his hand, “Tongue! Sir! Please! Want fingers! Anything!” Your eyes squeezed shut as you whined feeling his fingers pinch your clit, “Ah Sir…!” Jungkook was already stuffing his hand down your panties his long thick fingers dragging over your soaked cunt before pushing a single digit inside you, your lips immediately parting and your little hole clenching around him with a whine.

“Is this what my little slut wants?” Jungkook cooed out mockingly, a wicked smirk on his face as your eyes met, your expression twisted between shy and needy as various whines escaped you as his finger roughly hitting up against your g-spot, “Fuck you’re so tiny baby, I don’t think you can take my cock. It’ll split you right in half.” Just to emphasize Jungkook squeezed another finger inside you making your body jolt and walls clamp with a loud cry as your hips began to fuck yourself with them.

Jungkook paused his movements just to watch your hips buck up against him, your tiny walls squeezing so tight and snug around his fingers that covered in your arousal, “Do you like fucking yourself with my fingers you desperate little whore?” Jungkook growled with lidded eyes, watching your tits bounce with each thrust of your body and your little squeaked moans. 

“Y-yes! Mm love it!” Jungkook licked his lips at the feeling of your walls squeezing as you whimpered, “Ah! F-feels good! Sir, cum! Want cum!” Your body withered due to edging yourself with his fingers that teasingly brushed up against your g-spot each time. Jungkook shoved his fingers inside you all the way causing you to whine as you scrambled to frantically fuck his fingers making him growl, his non working hand finally releasing your wrists only to grab your hips with a sneer, “Be still you needy bitch.” 

You whimpered but stayed still obediently as he used his free hand to peel off your panties, a low moan escaping him and his cock was pressed thick and bulging against his sweatpants at the sight of such a pretty wet cunt stuffed full of his fingers. Your legs immediately spread as your hips couldn’t resist rolling into him, having full motion to feel his fingers drag against your g-spot as you cried out with a moan, “I said stay fucking still,” Jungkook snapped, his hand spanking harshly against your thigh making you jump with a cry, body squirming against his fingers as he shoved them back deep inside you, “You like getting fucked by my fingers? Say it. Say how much you don’t fucking deserve it.” Jungkook demanded, he shifted your body slightly more towards the camera as he kept your legs spread, in perfect few for watching you get stuffed with his fingers, “Say it.” Jungkook snapped, his fingers roughly thrusting inside you causing a loud moan as his jammed his fingers up into your g-spot pleasure was rapidly blossoming in your body as you cried.

“I-I don’t deserve it! I’m a dumb needy slut that doesn’t deserve your fingers Sir! Ah! I’m worthless and shouldn’t be allowed to cum! Sir please…!” Your body was withering as his fingers pounded into you, his thumb skillfully rubbing circles into your clit as your walls rapidly clenched and relaxed, “Sir!” 

“That’s right,” Jungkook growled his fingers harshly rutting up into your g-spot sloppily and his thumb rubbing into your clit as he snarled, “You don’t deserve it you worthless cumdumpster.” Your body was so close, Jungkook could feel it, you were squirming and mornings hotly escaped you before a loud cry left your lips the glorious feeling of his fingers escaping you just at the edge of your orgasm, a sob escaping your lips as your body began to tremble. 

“Sir please! Please! Let me cum! Sir!” You sobbed with blurry eyes as you glanced up at Jungkook’s dark daunting figure, his fingers in his mouth as he licked them clean, as if he didn’t so much as care about your sobbing figure that trembled beneath him. 

His hand suddenly wrapped around your throat with a harsh squeeze, “Shut up you pathetic bitch. You said it yourself, you don’t deserve to cum,” Jungkook gave you a lopsided smile, “But if you really think you deserve to cum get on your knees.” He growled, getting off of you as he pulled his shirt over his head. Your mouth was watering at just the sight of his body, thick and taunt muscles all up and down his arms, his sweat pants hung low enough to show off his v line and you could even see the distinct display of abs when he crunched slightly before sitting with his feet on the ground at the edge of the bed, right in front of the camera. 

You scrambled to get off the bed, kneeling down between his parted legs as you folded your hands glancing up at him for direction, Jungkook snorted as his hand came to touch your hair a pleasant noise escaping you as his hand stroked down to your cheek.

A harsh smack against the same skin he previously brushed as you jumped with a whine, your cheek flushing with a delicious sting of pain as Jungkook gritted his teeth, “Don’t sit still and look pretty baby take out my cock.” Obediently you fumbled with his waist band before tugging it down. Pausing for a moment as his cock bounced and laid against his abdominal, he was so thick, perhaps not the longest you had seen but certainly not the shortest either. His head was bulbous and round weeping with precum. You didn’t stare for long, wanting to cum more than anything as you let your lips get to work.

Gently licking the precum off his head as you heard a moan of approval from him, delicately you let your tongue press against the base of his cock, squeezing his balls as you let your tongue work it’s way up his cock, another moan escaping his lips as he growled, “I said suck baby not tease.” 

Whining a little you huffed, gripping his cock a little tighter then necessary earning a grunt from him before you obediently parted your lips, slowly taking his thick tip into your mouth as you heard a sigh of relief from him. Your hands tugged against his base as you let your head bob against his tip, letting your tongue messily rub into his slit causing his hips to buck a little, “Fuuck, guess that bitchy little mouth is useful for something.” Jungkook moaned, pride swelling in your chest at making him feel so good, a whine suddenly escaped you at his hand tangling in your hair, pushing you to take more of his cock. You obediently let him, taking more of him into your mouth but not without a vibrated whine. 

Jungkook began to guide your movement with his hand into a slow bob as he moaned, pushing you to take further of him as his cock hit the back of your throat. 

Pausing a moment Jungkook moaned, “Can you deepthroat sweetheart? Fuuck.” He’s brows scrunched together as he glanced down, another breathy moan escaped him at the sight of your watery eyes glancing up at him a small nod making him moan again as he regripped your hair, somewhat more tender this time as he guided your mouth down his cock. Your throat burned and your jaw ached as you felt tears begin to well in your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks and let his shaft slide further into your mouth.

“Mmm shit, good girl,”Jungkook moaned his hips lifting a little as his hand tangled in your hair, his hand eagerly encouraging your head as you whined, letting your head bob against his thick shaft, gagging a little as his hand pushed you further down until your nose was pressed against his pubic bone, “You take me so well baby fuck.” Jungkook moaned lowly, his hand yanking your hair making you muffle a cry against his cock as he sloppily made you bob your head, saliva dripping down your chin and tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks as you gagged.

A loud moan escaped Jungkook at the feeling of your throat squeeze around him, “Fuck baby. That’s it. Good girl.” Your head was becoming light as you continued gagging on his cock, your nails digging into his thighs pleasantly and you could feel his cock throb and his hips lift. 

Jungkook harshly pulled you up from his bobbing cock that looked ready to cum from even the slightest contact, “What a good girl,” Jungkook rasped, cupping your cheek as he thumbed away the tears that trailed your cheeks, “C’mere.” 

You squeaked as Jungkook grabbed you, pull you up into his lap before shifting you onto the bed, your body trembled in excitement as Jungkook placed you on all fours, suddenly shoving your back against the bed and your face on the mattress as you whined, your ass presented for him as he moaned, “Such a good fucking girl. I should’ve fucked you sooner then this if I knew what a good little slut you were.” Jungkook let the tip of his cock sink inside you as let out a muffled moan, even being stretched wasn’t enough to prepare for his girthy cock.

Jungkook grunted was he pushed further inside you until his hips met yours, your walls squeezed snug around him but took him well as he moaned, “Fuck baby.” It’s all he said before he suddenly slammed into the bed, your weight completely thrown off and you had no choice but to let your face bury against the bed as you let out moan after moan, your walls excitedly clenching around him as he thrusted roughly inside you. Just hearing his balls slap against your skin, his cock splitting you open as he moaned, “Who knew my little slut would be so tiny. I’m gonna fucking break you baby, you want that?” 

Jungkook leaned down as his hips roughly rolled yours, his hand wrapping around your throat making you wheeze before you could even answer.

“Hnngh! S-sir! Sir!” You could hardly even speak when Jungkook roughly squeezed your neck once more, your walls clenching around him in excitement as his cock rubbed into your g-spot pleasantly, “Fuck me please. Harder. Ah! Harder!” You whined, needing friction desperately.

Your wish was his command and it even fully expecting it Jungkook’s hips became sharper and faster with each thrust, “This what you want baby? You wanna be my little fuck doll now?” Jungkook growled in your ear, his hand squeezing around your throat once more making you moan as your upper body completely collapsed, letting Jungkook pound into your cunt as he moaned, “Thats it fucking take it you worthless bitch. Are you gonna cum all over my dick?” 

Jungkook let go of your throat in trade for your clit, his thumb rubbing against your sensitive bud making you cry out, walls rapidly clenching around him as his cock slammed into your g-spot, your body withering at such an intense speed you weren’t sure you could stop yourself from cumming, “Ah! Sir! Sir! Ah!” Your walls were rapidly squeezing around his cock as your face scrunched, a loud muffled scream escaping you at your orgasm that snapped.

“Mmm fuck that’s it. Good girl.” Jungkook growled as his hips rolled into yours, letting himself sink inside your body milked his cock. His hands squeezing tightly against your waist as he moaned, hot cum shooting inside you as his hips grinded against yours, coaxing a few more spits of cum as he moaned. Your body trembling and exhaustion setting in as Jungkook inhaled sharply, his cock beginning to soften inside you before he pulled out. 

Your body slumped as you felt the bed shift his weight no longer on the bed. You glanced his way only to realize he turned off the camera before laying back down, collapsing on top of you as you whined a little. It was quiet as he pressed his face into your shoulder as he sighed, “Well, at least we don’t act like virgins.”

“I’m glad that’s what you took away from that.” You huffed, you could hear a muffled laugh from Jungkook making a smile tug on your lips as well, he certainly wasn’t wrong.

“Fuck me please. Harder. Ah! Harder!”

That...was you…? You couldn’t help but cringe, you couldn’t even stand your own voice let alone making a whole porno, Jungkook’s eyes weren’t trained on your sinful words or even your sloppy body movements in sync. He was too into his videographer self to care about the actual content.

“At least I sound like a pornstar.” You wrinkled your nose as you looked over his shoulder. This seemed to pull Jungkook out of his thoughts as he snorted, a smile tugging on his lips as he glanced up at you with a shrug.

“I don’t think it’s bad honestly, I mean I think we’re past TMI at this point so truthfully? Out of all the home made porn I’ve watched this is pretty good. We have nice camera angles, microphones make the sound high quality-“

“Oh yes,” you replied sarcastically, “Just what I wanna hear- your balls slapping me at the speed of light.” That earned a rather proud look from Jungkook as you huffed, looking away from him.

“I think we should post it, just to test the waters. I cut out any clips of our faces, we could still use a little work on making sure to not show our faces with our angles but I think that will take time.”

You frowned a little as you wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling unsure if this was a good idea, “...You really think it’s that good?”

Jungkook raised his brows as he turned his chair around to look at you, sensing the shift in your demeanor as he relied, “Well we don’t have too if you don’t feel comfortable with it,” he offered a small smile, “But personally? I don’t see why not. And if it doesn’t take, we can always make more, feel out what people enjoy watching more.”

In most cases you would’ve said you didn’t feel comfortable with this, with the idea of strangers on the internet masturbauting to your private sex life but...there was something so sincere and comforting in Jungkook’s eyes, maybe it was just the dom in him wanting to prioritize your comfort over anything else. You weren’t sure, but it was that look that made it okay, “Alright, what the hell.” You sighed, “I didn’t let you blow my back out for no reason.” 

Jungkook snorted as he turned his chair around, “Maybe it’s just me but I felt you clenching around me hard when you came all over my-“

“Shut up! Just because you fuck me doesn’t mean you can go into graphic detail about it! Jesus Christ!” You covered your ears, feeling hot all of sudden as you glared are Jungkook’s dumb coconut hair, though you couldn’t see his face fully you were positive there was a dumb little smirk on his lips as he hummed. God what did you get yourself into? 

You had a hard time going to bed that night, rolling around as you briefly wondered the what if, what if it was an overnight sensation? What if someone you knew recognized it was you? What if...god you’d never show your face at campus again…

“Well?” You hadn’t gotten a blink of sleep as you bounced behind Jungkook who hummed, logging in as he yawned.

“It got ten views.” Jungkook clacked his tongue before shrugging, “But I mean hey! We got two dollars!” You deflated as you smacked your forehead. That would be great if your rent was only two dollars higher rather than two hundred!

“Hey remember what I said,” Jungkook rubbed his eyes as he offered a sleepy smile, “We can always try different things, the more we post the more a viewership will build. Overnight sensations never happen anyways.” He seemed more relaxed about this then you. Sighing you collapsed on his bed as you curled up, “Well what do you propose we try next?” 

Jungkook gave it some thought as he spun his chair around to face you before shrugging, “I don’t know...I mean, not to sound sexist or anything but I think we both know pornhub is pretty male dominated in viewership…” he offered a weak smile as you shrugged, “So...I don’t know, how would you feel about forced orgasms and bondage.” 

Your head shot up to look at Jungkook’s pink cheeks as he gave a sheepish smile, choosing to not look at you as he rubbed his neck, “That took a sharp turn real fast...Maybe you shouldn’t be so vague though, a lot could happen during a scene like that.” It never failed to amuse you the way Jungkook would straighten up at the sight of your interest.

“Well, do you have any toys?” Jungkook asked as you gave him a face, “Oh come on, I won’t judge you,” he curved a brow as he gave a cocky smile, “It’s not like I haven’t blown your back out already. Do you even own any toys?” He decided to take on a new tactic as he held challenging mock in his tone, “Or were you just in that big of a drought-“

“Okay you asshole!” You glared at him as he gave a cheeky smile, “Yes I have a one. Just a bullet vibrator. Do you even own any bondage gear?” You curved a brow as he parted his lips, brows pinched almost in defense but no words escaped him.

Sighing Jungkook dropped his head in defeat, “No...but I bet we could prime some!” He suddenly jumped back up as you buried your hands against your face, “Hey I can’t help it! Most girls usually get freaked out when I try and start tying them up, I figured I’d just get proper bondage when I found someone to do it with.” 

“Oh great.” You muttered under your breath as you curled up, “Glad I could offer the opportunity.” To that Jungkook gave an endearing smile. What had you gotten yourself into? 

Despite the bondage handcuffs only taking two days to arrive, each day that passed made you more anxious, you really didn’t have a lot of time to be wasting. You and Jungkook and respectively kept your hands to yourselves meanwhile, but had discussed plenty of things, mainly camera angles, future ideas. Jungkook was sure this would work and hey, if he had that kind of faith, the very least you could do was admire it.

“You wanna use any safe words or?” Jungkook was currently straddling on top of you as he grabbed the cuffs that were laying beside you. They were leather, or faux leather- not the most comfortable feeling but durable for the next fifteen minutes.

You frowned before shrugging, “Why don’t we just use traffic lights?” It was fairly common in BDSM, “Unless you forget to check in…” you squinted a little suspiciously as Jungkook snorted, looking somewhat offended at your words.

“I always check in on my partners thank you very much-and yes that’s fine. Alright top off,” He gestured at your oversized sweatshirt, you glanced away from him as you shuffled a little, hearing him sigh as he spoke up, “It’s not like I haven’t seen boobs before- especially yours.” You scowled at him, “It doesn’t make it any less embarrassing!”

Jungkook’s nose scrunched, “How's it embarrassing?” He tilted his head looking oddly innocent despite having a vibratior laying next to him and a pair of handcuffs in his hands.

“Just take it off for me!” You blurted out before realizing what you just said, swallowing thickly before whining a little at the noise he made of contentment.

“All you had to do was ask, princess.” Jungkook’s hands were already pushing under your sweatshirt before pulling it over your head, “Awwh you were ready for me? Not even wearing anything underneath.” Jungkook was obviously setting the mood now despite the camera not being on, or maybe he was getting into his dominant head space, whatever it was it was working wonders on you.

Jungkook grabbed your hands before putting them above your head as you whined a little, “...maybe…” you squeezed your legs together in excitement, you had never had a partner use any toys on you before and, you couldn’t help but wonder how many times you’d cum in this session. Jungkook had already proven himself good in bed just by making you cum all over his dick.

You had discussed the scene in further detail yesterday, Jungkook had asked if it was okay to use fingers and tongue as well spanking and- you had embarrassingly said yes a little too fast, fast as in before he could even finish his sentence...you felt warm at just the memory or maybe it was from your binds being tightened as Jungkook hovered over you, “Is that good princess?” He whispered in your ear, you could feel the smirk coiling on his lips as you shifted.

Your thighs rubbed together and you had come prepared today in pink lacy panties that were undoubtedly wet now, “Yes...sir.” You mumbled as you heard his deep chuckle against the shell of your ear.

Sitting up right Jungkook licked his lips as his eyes slowly raked from your face, to your lips, all the way down to your chest were your nipples hardened against the cool air of the room, “Always so obedient.” He hummed as he say off of you, parting your legs a little so he could sit in between them as he asked, “Are you excited? Your clits gonna be numb by the time I’m finished.” His smile was cocky and arrogant, long gone was the sweet room mate you knew.

You wiggled your arms against your restraints as you whined a little, Jungkook’s body straightened a little before he pressed play on the camera which was held in a tripod at the edge of the bed right where you were placed.

He said it would...be perfect to see everything. 

His hands placed against your thighs as he chuckled once more, “You’re so squirmy, are you excited to cum princess?” Your thighs were practically shaking in excitement and if your face was anything to go by the answer was obvious.

You nodded frantically, opening your legs a little more for him as he clacked his tongue, “I can’t hear you princess.” 

“Please!” You immediately whined, a small smirk tugging on his lips as you continued, “I’ll be a good girl! I’ll cum when you want…!” Jungkook hummed as he pushes up the small skirt you were wearing, letting his fingers stroke against the lace as you jumped a little, trying to keep yourself from bucking against him.

“I’ll hold you to those words, little girl.” Jungkook gave you a sadistic grin and briefly, you realized he was right. Your clit wasn’t going to survive this, “I’m gonna edge this little clit of yours until you’re begging to cum. But you aren’t going to do a thing until I say so. Understand?” 

He picked up the small bullet vibrator, usually you were excited when you heard the buzz of it coming to life, today however, you knew was going to be rough, “Yes sir.” You mumbled as he pulled down your panties, tossing them to the side as he pushed your skirt up, opening your legs as he moaned a little.

“Look at you, all wet and excited at the idea of this. You know what princess,” You jumped a little at the vibrator dragging along your inner thigh, “I think you’re looking forward to this. I think you’re excited to be edged until you’re crying. Isn’t that right princess? Are you gonna be a good girl and listen to me?” 

You nodded frantically as you squirmed at the vibrator getting closer to your throbbing cunt, arousal was gushing from your entrance as Jungkook dragged a finger up your slit, inspecting his glossy finger pad before letting it drag over his tongue, a devilish smirk on his lips as you whimpered are the vibrator pushing against your entrance, “So wet baby, I could just push it right in.” 

He pushed the tip inside you, the thrum of vibrators making you squeak a whine as you tries to instinctively close your legs, Jungkook immediately stopped you, forcing your legs back open as he chuckled, pushing it a little further inside as you clenched around the small pulsing toy, “Sir! Please! Please!” You whimpered as his thumb began to circle your clit, your toes curling and your lips parting as you went to grab his hand to grind it. Your range of motion was immediately cut off by your binds as you whined.

“Oh you like that baby?” Jungkook’s lips tugged into an animated pout as he mocked, “You like your clit being rubbed while you get fucked with your little vibrator.” He pushed the vibrator half way inside you as you squeaked loudly, jamming the tip into your g-spot as you let out a loud squeal, goes curling once more as your eyes snapped shut. His thumb tenderly stroking your clit until he found your sweet spot that forced breathy whines from your lips.

“Please! Please sir! Sir! Need cum! Please! Cum!” Your body withered and it was difficult to focus on anything when the vibrator was being jammed against your g-spot and Jungkook had a certain lazy touch against your clit that had you begging.

Jungkook as if sensing you were close, immediately pulled all contact against you as you whined in objection, “Oh we’re just getting started sweetheart.” Jungkook let the smirk tug on his lips as he shifted your legs back wide open for him, “Look at this mess sweetheart,” He growled, placing the vibrator back against your wet folds as you whimpered.

Dragging it against your slick cunt you let out a sharp cry at Jungkook placing it against your delicate clit, pleasure deliciously burning in your body as you squeaked and whimpered, “Ah! Sir…! Ah please…!” You squeaked, your toes curled as you whined, your eyes snapping shut as you tried to focus on anything but cumming immediately.

Jungkook, not feeling merciful pushed a finger inside you as you whined a loud moan, your walls clenching harshly as he shoved a second finger inside you, “That’s right baby, clench. You wanna cum yeah?” He growled once more, his voice even deeper then voice. Your back was arching and your legs thrashed as you choked on your moans.

“Please! Please! Let me cum sir please!” Your voice was bubbling and frantic as your hips jerked up to meet his second finger that pushed inside you, your hips trying to fuck your self on those thick long fingers he was slowly fucking in and out of your clenching tight cunt as he slowly dragged the vibrator along your clit in search of your sweet spot.

Jungkook chuckled at the pathetic sight of your hips, “Look at you, you’re so fucking despesate to be fucked you’re even willing to do it yourself, this little pussy is clenching so hard baby do you need to cum that bad?” His lips twisted into a mocked pout as he roughly jammed his fingertips into your g-spot, the vibrator pausing on your clit as he heard the loud shriek escape you, your back arching and toes curling at the overwhelming wash of pleasure that struck through your body.

Your lips parted and your walls were rapidly clenching as you cried out, “F-fuck….! Please! Sir! Fuck! Ah…! Ah! Cum…!” Your legs were kicking as his fingers shoved back inside you, his pacing picking up a little more as pleasure burned against your sensitive bud. 

“Mm fuck, I can feel how bad you’re trying not to cum baby.” Jungkook licked his lips as the smirk formed on his mouth, his cock nearly rock hard at how tight your walls were becoming making it nearly impossible to move his fingers.

Your head was moving and your arms kept shaking as gasps and moans escaped you, it felt like a fucking demon was possessing your body due to this mans fingers shoving their way against your g-spot roughly while this vibrator continued drilling into your clit, your mind had turned to nothing but frantic cries and moans, “Cum! Please! Sir…!” You weakly begged.

A sudden gasp escaping you at the height of your pleasure, there was no way you’d be able to hold back, not with his fingers stuffing your cunt full and knowing just how to hit your sweet spot while he carefully hovered the vibrator over your clit, your thighs were jerking and your eyes snapped up before you let out a cry at everything suddenly being removed.

You kicked your legs in frustration as tears welled into your eyes, “What did I say princess?” Jungkook chuckled, leaning up to grab your face as he squished it between his hand, “You aren’t cumming until I say so.” His face went cold as he grabbed your thighs, forcing them back open as you whined, “Don’t be so fuckinf patehtic.” You jolted at the wad of spit that smacked against your dripping cunt, a loud cry escaping you ag the vibrator being shoved back inside you and aimmed directly against your g-spot, your back immediately arching as you whined as his lips attached to your clit.

His moans vibrates against your sensitive clit causing you to twitch and squirm as your lips parted at the feeling of his tongue flattening and rubbing against your bud as he stares up at you with a cocky lidded expression at the noise of your loud moans. Jungkook felt like it was music to his ears that he just needed to hear more of as he began thrusting the little bullet inside you making sure it was jabbing into your g-spot each time.

It illicted the exact reaction he had hoped for, that being your head being thrown back against the pillow and your thighs twitching as streams of moans escaped you while pleading, “F-fuck! Sir- please…! Please! Ah! Ah!” Your body was twitching in ungodly positions and he kept hearing your bonds rattle as you whimpered beneath him.

“Mmm that’s right baby, are you gonna give me your first orgasm?” Jungkook moaned as he pressed his tongue back to your little clit, flicking and playing with the little bud, “That’s it princess, I know you wanna cum.” And you sure did, your voice was high pitched and needy as your walls were rapidly clenching around the vibrator that was drilling into your g-spot.

Jungkook’s wet, warm tongue playing with your clit as he suckled against it, purposely prodding against your sweet spot before your body nearly went into shock at the orgasm you experienced. Your back arching and loud shines escaping you as you moaned, “Fuck! Fuck! Mmm! Ah! Ah…!” You had never in your life came as hard are you were right now, in fact, you were sure you blacked out for a half a second due to how amazing it was.

“Aah! Sensitive! Ah! J-sir! Sir! Yellow…!” You whined out as your legs squirmed at the overstimulation. At the sound of the yellow marker Jungkook pulled the vibrator from your cunt, letting out a soft laugh as he pressed a kiss on your inner thigh, “Mmm yellow baby? What about just another orgasm for me while you recover your guts?” Before you could even process his words his tongue was already back on your clit was a moan.

You squeaked loudly at the overstimulation once more which hurt but was admittedly much more tolerable especially after the first twenty seconds of whining before they quickly turned to moans and your legs kicking against his back as he hauled your lower body up, his fingers pushing back inside you as he moaned, “Fuck baby c’mon cum, cum all over my fingers princess I can fucking feel it.” Your eyes scrunched closed as you whimpered loudly, your body was frantically becoming overwhelmed at the feeling of his fingers fluidly thrusting, letting his pads drag over that little spongy spot that had you kicking your legs as your hips brokenly jerked against his tongue that lathed against your clit.

Your body was frantic and quickly becoming overwhelmed as you came hard once more, your toes curling and loud cries and moans escaping you as your back arched and your muscles rapidly contracted at the pure overwhelming pleasure your body was experiencing at the moment. Jungkook suckled your clit tenderly, his fingers sluggishly pumping inside you a your walls twitched and tightened around him deliciously making his cock throb in his pants, “Mmm that’s it baby, feel your tight little cunt wrapped around my fingers. How are you feeling baby?” 

Jungkook pushed his fingers fully inside you once more making you whine a little as your walls clenched around them once more. Fuck you could hardly even think with his fingers stuffing you full, “Princess,” Jungkook said in a teasing sing song voice, a third finger tracing your little hole that was stuffed with his other two fingers, “How are you feeling.” He chuckled under his breath at the feeling of your cunt rapidly squeezing around his fingers at the feeling of his index finger teasing your entrance.

Your lips were parted and drool was nearly dripping down your lips as your hips lifted a little at the feeling, wanting to be stuffed as full as possible by this man, his third finger suddenly pushing inside you making you squeak out, “Green! Ah mmm! Green fuck!” Your hips tried to fuck up against him desperately in need to be filled by more then just fingers, your body was now fucked to the point of want that fat cock inside you and at this rate you knew you were going to start begging.

“Awwh my little cum whore wants to keep going?” Jungkook mocked a baby voice as he picked back up the vibrator, purposely pumping his fingers slow as your eyes snapped shut at the feeling of being nice and full of his fingers. Cries suddenly escapes you at the vibrator feathering over your clit making your squirm, “Please…!” You legs kept clenching and your clit was hypersensitive so even the slightest touch.

Your hips jerked and squirmed as Jungkook placed the head of the vibrator back against the sweet side of your clit, nearly moaning at how harshly you reacted your walls desperately clenched as pleasure seeped into your clit with every little thrum.

Your hands were trembling and weak having given up against your restraints as you whined weakly at the feeling of three fingers roughly shoving against your g-spot. This man was wrecking your body alive and you had no choice but to take it like the little bitch you had been turned into.

Your eyes were becoming watering and your squeaks breathy and whimpered as your body twitched violently at the slight shift in the vibrator pressing into your gorged bud. It had you spiraling out of control paired with Jungkook’s rough fingers making you cry and yelp, “ah….! Fu-fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Cock! Need cock! Need!” You were kicking and sobbing, fat tears trickling down your face as you moaned rapidly at your body violently cumming, almost too much for you to handle but Jungkook skilled as ever carefully guided you through your orgasm, “That’s it babygirl, that’s it.” He cooed out, your hips following each stroke of his fingers as your body came down from its peak it had hit.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl. What was that about my cock princess?” Jungkook’s smile was cheshire-like as he quirked a brow, just drinking up those big eyes brimmed with tears as you sniffled.

Kicking your legs a little you whined, “I- I need more! Please!” You managed to roll yourself onto your stomach, the chains twisted at the bar now but you had enough room to still be comfortable as you somehow managed to push your knee’s up to support your lower half to display your destroyed pussy.

Your legs were trembling and you admittedly felt pathetic right now, one thrust and this man was probably gonna make you collapse, especially after experiencing that dummy thick fire hydrant once already.

Just the idea had your legs trembling that much more though, you were ready to be destroyed. Your body stiffened at hands cupping both cheeks of your ass, “This is pretty fucking pathetic baby.” Jungkook chuckled, a loud smack rang out as you wiggled your ass a little at the sting of his palm meeting the soft flesh, “You need my cock that fuckin’ bad?” 

“Please…!” You whined as you pressed your face against the bed, your pussy felt too empty right now clenching against nothing and you needed this man to rail you until you physically could not stand.

After a moment you let out a surprised squeal at the familiar fat cock smacking against your pussy, “Shittt baby, are you always gonna be this hungry for my dick?” Your face was burning at his whispered words in your ear, you could feel his smirk as you whined, backing against him as he moaned softly, letting his cock coat in your arousal before he lined himself up.

Jungkook wasted no time pushing inside you with ease, even anticipating it you forgot just how thick he was, biting your lip you moaned in relief at finally being filled the way you were craving. Even if you didn’t cum again you just wanted this monster cock to fill you up until you were leaking cum.

Jungkook pushed all the way inside you as he groaned, pushing his hair back as he gathered himself, “How are you feeling baby? How hard do you want me to go?” 

You were so impatient you truly couldn’t help yourself when you began fucking yourself on his cock, your lips parting at how much your walls were clenching around his large size that kept sliding inside you with so much ease, “Hard…! Fuck! Fuck me until I’m leaking your cum please sir!” 

You nearly screamed a moan at the force you were met with, your legs just as you suspected nearly crumbling like a two week old pack of crackers at the bottom of a purse from the god tier power this man was using to thrust.

His cock was slamming into you, his fat bulbous head continually jamming into your g-spot in a way his fingers couldn’t compare too as you rapidly clenched around him. The sound of his balls slapping on your skins and moans mixed together could beat your hands any day of the week, “You’re such a horny little slut.” Jungkook snapped as he slammed his hand against your ass making you cry out. Your legs violently trembling and aching in pain as he growled, “I made you cum until you're about to pass out and it isn’t enough baby? You still need this fat dick filling you up? You cock hungry little whore.” 

Jungkook, keenly noticing how excited you were vocally but your body failing to keep up he quickly eliminated this problem. Grabbing both your thighs you were confused for a brief moment before letting out a loud squeal at the way he picked them both up leaving your upper body in the air and left mercilessly at his force allowing him to thrust into you that much harder.

Your lips fell open at the way he was forcing your hips to bounce on his clock roughly, his fat shaft sliding in and out of your soaked cunt that sucked him back in desperately each time, “Fuck! Fuck…! Ju- sir! Sir! Mmm! Cock! F-fu-fuck.” 

You couldn’t even spew a sentence out anymore with your head filled with only thoughts of how he was holding your entire lower body up by your thighs and just kept drilling into your cunt like you were a feather weight. Drool was spilling your lips and you could no longer speak. Only able to make whined and moans now.

“That’s it baby, are you too fucked out on my cock to speak? Hm? Are you turned into a brain dead little cock monster now? My insatiable little cum dumpster.” All of his degradation was just fueling your further and further to the brink of an orgasm that your body was in no shape to handle.

His cock didn’t relent though, contially drilling into you like no tomorrow as he growled, “Fuck! You want me to use this little hole like a cum dump baby? Want me to make it nice and full.” You were filled with excitement all different kinds of whines escaping you making Jungkook’s moan, forcing your hips to bounce on his cock, his shaft rubbing against your g-spot with each stroke causing your body to contort and squirm, the orgasm flooded your body had you sobbing and whining, briefly black filtered your eyes before you opened them to feel hot liquid entering your body as Jungkook moaned, his hips lifting in chase of your cunt that sucked every little drop form him body. His body was floating on a euphoric high he had a difficult time coming down from when your cunt was clenched around him so hard.

He let his head drop a little as his cock began to soften, slowly slipping out of you before he set down your thighs, tucking himself back into his sweatpants Jungkook leaned over to grab the key off the nightstand he moved up a little more to undo your bonds and a small smile threatened to break on his lips at the sight of your completely fucked out face.

Your thighs were harshly trembling and you could hardly formulate a sentence let alone a single word, Jungkook whistled as he laughed, a hand tenderly rubbing into your hair, “You are so fucked out sweetheart.” He leaned down pressing a kiss against your forehead, “Let me go get a cloth and a towel to clean you up with okay baby? How does a nice hot bath sound.” 

“I’m- I’m not completely useless…” you somehow spewed out an objectification making him laugh, “I- I can…” you grabbed the toy before slowly wobbling out of the bed.

“Woah woah woah.” Jungkook scrambled out of bed after you, your legs wobbling and you immediately knew there was no way you could possibly stand. Jungkook quickly scooped you up as he looked down at you bewildered, “I just rearranged all your intestines, you seriously think you could walk after that let alone stand.” 

You pressed your face into his shoulder letting out a muffled giggle, embracing the skin ship that was much needed, “Yeah I just have this massive chicken brain that needs proof that it was good enough.”

“Good enough…?” Jungkook scrunched his face not understanding.

“Yeah it’s like my head needs proof that my body actually got destroyed.” You giggled against at Jungkook’s expression that was so obviously at a loss of what to say, having obviously never heard that before.

“...and was it proved…?” He quirked a brow.

“Clearly.” You looked at him before his arms that had you scooped against him causing you both to laugh once more as he placed you back on the bed were you nearly crumpled up immediately.

“Then stay there for real, I don’t wanna come back to seeing you sprawled out all over the floor because you needed hardcore proof.” You waved him off before shouting for him to bring water.

When Jungkook came back shortly after he snorted at the sight of you having made yourself comfortable on his bed, not only that but wearing his sweatshirt as well, “I turned off the camera by the way. My throat is so dry! Gimme.” You raised your arms as you grabbed the bottle from him as you opened it, closing your eyes as the cool liquid slid down your throat as Jungkook sat between your legs as you felt the urge to smile.

“...Did you get cum all over my bed?” Jungkook’s eyes darted around his comforter suspiciously as you shrugged, making him eye you suspiciously.

“Please- I feel like I’m a fucking gyno appointment right now, do I need to clean myself now too?” You whined kicking your legs a little, your pussy was literally right out in the open and this man could only focus on why you weren’t leaking?

Jungkook reluctantly began cleaning what left over cum remained in your thighs as he asked, “Did you stand up again?” 

“I didn’t!” You protested, lips parted in offense that he really thought you’d pull another chicken brain moment. Jungkook only rolled his eyes, a smile threatening to tug on his lips as he stood back up, tossing the rag into his laundry hamper before walking over to his dresser. Putting the bottle of water on the nightstand you briefly admired Jungkook’s physique, his waist narrow compared to his broad shoulders and muscles sculpting his back….you knew he was kind of a gym rat but given he was always in such billowing clothes you never realized how defined he was. 

If you were gonna make porn for the next two years you were glad you at least had a hot partner to do it with. Jungkook pulled the large shirt over his head.

You popped up into your forearms when he began disassembling the camera equipment making you pout, “Hey! What happened to my aftercare and bath I was promised?” 

“God you are such a pillow princess after sex, I never would’ve thought.” Jungkook crawled up onto the bed before collapsing on top of you, making you laugh as you closed your eyes, “You know I did all the work this time.” 

“Voluntarily might I add-“ you pointed as Jungkook rolled off you only for you to attach yourself back against him, “Also I didn’t realize you were THAT fit like seriously, you fucked my entire lower body up in the air. It really was a porno moment.” You snorted at the sight of Jungkook’s ears turning red and his cheeks looking a little pink at the compliment.

He shrugged a little, unable to say anything or more like he was just too shy to. Regardless he pulled out his laptop and lap stand already excited to edit the video despite just creating it. Yawning you crawled on top of him, collapsing against his chest as you closed your eyes, really wanting that bath but also incredibly tired. 

Jungkook had straight away begun editing through the clips, watching them back over before his mind began to wander...Sliding through the time stamps Jungkook let it go at the end of the clip, watching you wobble as you stood on your knees on the bed. He furrowed his brows in confusion though a little amused at the way your legs wobbled up to the camera. Oh you must’ve been going to…

He mouth parted at watching you take the camera off the tripod, aiming it at your legs before spreading them to show off the white sticky substance leaking from your cunt before your fingers scooped it up, pulling the camera up to your neck and only your mouth was visible showing off the cheeky smile you had as you plopped your fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean before popping them out of your mouth before the screen went black.

Jungkook was partially speechless and admittedly a little hard, it was tempting to not ask if you genuinely didn’t have any experience in sex work. Jungkook twisted to look down at you, deciding to interrogate only for his expression to fall at the sight of you slumped on top of him, your eyes shut and he felt a little bad at how much you wanted aftercare. 

Pushing a strand of hair from your face he made a mental note to make up for it in the morning. Going back to editing he placed one hand in your head as he tenderly stroked your scalp. This would be posted in no time.

You loved aftercare, you always craved it after a nice round of rough sex even if it was a one night stand. It was just payment for letting a man spit in your face and call you a whore- quite literally. Jungkook, wasn’t the greatest aftercare but hey, he was making it up this morning. He had gotten you a bath drawn first thing in the morning, massaged your back, gave little kisses all over your skin. You were in heaven. 

“Is this making up for me being a horrible partner last night,” You were laid out, sleepily with your eyes closed as Jungkook tenderly worked his palms back on your shoulder blades, “I saw what you did by the way. Not impressed.”

You tucked your tongue into your cheek as you smiled playfully, looking up at him over your shoulder, his head shaking as you giggled, “I thought it was a great touch to end the video. And yes, this makes up for it but I’ll only let it slide once, I’m a big aftercare slut which means you put me first before our videos. No exceptions.” 

“Even if we’re desperate for money and need a video up quickly?” Jungkook raised his brows, obviously amused at your dim expression, a wad of the blanket was set for your chin to rest on as your lips jutted a little. 

“No exceptions. Especially after a session like that!” You whined, admittedly you didn’t care that much, it was late at night and you were passed out anyways but still, you needed to make that clear if this continued in the future, you liked being held and told a lot of praise. It was the only way you didn’t feel gross after sex. 

“Fine fine! I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you were such a needy baby,” You squirmed at Jungkook pinching your waist making you jump, “What? I thought you were enjoying yourself.”

“No! No! No!” You screeched at his fingers relentlessly prodding your sides as you squirmed up, pulling the sweatshirt down as you glared at him, “Get off of me!” You whined pushing him away, “I’m fine! I’m great! No need for anymore.” You rubbed your sides with another pout. 

Jungkook snorted as he leaned back on his hands, “That’s what I thought.” Leaning over he grabbed his laptop off the nightstand, crawling over you collapsed against his side as he typed in the password for your account. 

You didn’t expect much truthfully until your eyes lit up at the 10+ notifications you had, “Looks like our luck is up this time!” You bounced in excitement as Jungkook clicked on it only for yours lips to drop. 

33,623 Views

“No way!” Your jaw dropped as you scrambled for your phone, Jungkook just as shocked as you as he scrolled down through the notifications of people commenting and sharing the video. There was no coming back from this at all. You couldn’t help but feel daunted at the greasy comments people left. 

Your brows shooting up as you logged into your joint account, “How much did we make?” Jungkook asked, his lips parted as he clicked through the account attempting to find the salary you both had made. 

“We...definitely covered the cost of our rent.” You could hardly even speak as Jungkook leaned over your shoulder to peer at your screen, over six thousand dollars in the account at the moment, you could do a lot with that kind of money…

Jungkook could hardly believe it himself as he leaned back on his hands, letting out a breath before running a hand through his hair, “Holy shit.” 

It was silent between you both, still staring in disbelief at the money piled in your bank account before you looked at him, “We’re totally eating out tonight, at one of those bougie ass restaurants. My pussy earned it.” 

Jungkook let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head as he gave you a smile, “Fair, not too fancy though, they’ll think we robbed a bank.” You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling relieved as you collapsed against the bed. You could totally do this, and when it was all said and done. You could just delete your account and it’d all be over

[sprayio]

Genshin Roommates and their favourite thing to do with you- 2/2

Including: Jean, Hu Tao, Ningguang, Eula, Yoimiya

Warnings: None! SFW fluff. Not fully proofread

Pairings: Gn!Reader x Fem character (seperate).

Genre: Platonic -> Romantic (but can be read as either or), Modern AU

A/N: Girlbosses are here, as promised. This blog needs some more genshin girl love!! And I... shall provide <33. ORIGINALLY I WAS GOING TO INCLUDE BEIDOU BUT I RAN OUT OF TIME T_T.  The Ningguang and Eula one is pure brainrot but I hope you guys enjoy.

For part 1 (Genshin boys) click here :D

Jean- Heart to hearts

She’s just... the loveliest little thing

All you want to do is relish in her presence

And the absolute warmth, joy and comfort being by her side brings you

Not even romantically. Well maybe. But it’s the way you can just be in the same room as her and she just

makes your mind a little brighter, heart a little lighter <3

You want to talk with Jean forever. You want to hear more of her nervous laughter and the way you’re able to hear her smile in her voice

And you can tell that these moments make her happy too! She just has an adorable little bounce in her step, as you hand her a cup of cocoa and settle onto the couch next to each other

You just talk the night away. About everything and anything. And when nothing is happening? It’s just comfortable silence

Not just even shit talking. Just spilling your heart out about the littlest things, gushing about a moment in X show that inspired you

And Jean just. Listens. In awe and a soft smile. Just urging you to continue, nodding enthusiastically. And when you grow a bit embarrassed at ranting, she just pulls the scene/book up on her laptop and you guys both talk about what inspire you together

RLY bad at starting conversation with you in the start LOL. She wants to be your friend so bad! But she just hesitates to take the first step every time

Meanwhile you are overthinking as well in the background. 

This is the: dual major, top of her class, known city wide for her volunteering deeds, juggling 3 part time jobs, Jean!!

The Jean who tutors high-schoolers in her spare time. The Jean who helps out at old homes!!! What!! 

You overthink and overthink... why would THE Jean Gunhildr want to get to know... you...?

Are you bothering her? Are you keeping her held up? Doesn’t she have somewhere to be?

One day when you come to the kitchen though while Jean is on a shift, you spot a covered plate on the table

Wait! Wasn’t today the bake sale? Had she forgotten them??

Thinking you could catch up to her, you grab the plate and go to dash out the front the door until...

A note slips out

“To Y/n,

I know you are a busy person and you probably have other commitments. However, if you are free... would you like to accompany me to the bake sale next time? I would... like to get to know you.

Yours, Jean”

You facepalm. So basically you guys have been running in a circle of misunderstandings, thinking the other was “too good” to be their friend

Sighing at Jean’s silliness and yours you race to the bake sale!

Give her a hug please she’s touch starved

Hu Tao- True crime documentaries, horror movies

It’s your first day at Uni and you’re skipping through the door! Can’t wait to start your new life, meet new friends, your new roomma-

“BOO!”

Fuck. You drop your suitcase and some of the more fragile boxes you were balancing on top of the case topple over ungracefully-

All their contents are flung on the floor as you let out a squeak of fear

“hehehe... I scared you!”

“No shit-” you backfire in an exasperated tone of voice. Giving the young lady in front of you a glare- you lean down to pick up all your things

But your hand brushes with another... cliche kdrama moment enemies to lovers ahem ahem ahem

She’s kneeling down with you, swiftly packaging everything neatly in your boxes- strangely in their exact places and positions

Well this would be a sweet sentiment... if she had not been the cause for trouble in the first place 😐

With a smirk playing on her lips, she giggles- eyes crinkling in an endearing sort of w- stop getting captivated by the stranger who just played a senseless prank on you

“In return for making me laugh, I’ll help you get set up with no additional fees or cost! I am Hu Tao- senior of the Wangsheng Medical Department!”

You’re too exhausted to argue. 

You don’t remember when, but at some point, you doze off to sleep in your new bed after unpacking

When you awake though, there’s some eerie piano music blaring downstairs and the sounds of some screams

Mustering all your courage, you wrap a duvet around yourself and slowly make your way to the living room...

“After that day... smiley Yanxiao was not so... smiley anymore”

And then there’s suddenly a gust of cold air on your neck followed by a giggle, which makes you jump

“Hehehe... did I scare you? Well, you made it to the best part!”

Yep it’s your favorite roommate Hu Tao again 🚶

But the thing is... she leaves you no time to be mad at her. Her hands are soft and warm around yours as she sits you down on the couch next to her

Soon you are both engrossed. She has converted you into a true crime fanatic. You don’t even get scared anymore

Eventually you get over her strange personality and tendencies to prank you. Hu Tao at the end of the day does help you a lot- both financially and with some surprisingly good general advice

And when it’s just the two of you binging horror movies and true crime back to back? It quickly becomes one of the parts of your day you look forward to the most

I mean it works both ways. If you’re ‘scared’ you can jump into Hu’s arms.

 Why not add a little peck on the cheek just to see the rarest flustered face in Teyvat university? Let’s just say it’s your way of getting back at her for all those pranks... :)

Ningguang- Matching Outfits

Firstly HOW did you get a shared dorm with Ningguang

Like FUCK?? Dr.Ningguang (yes she already has her P.hd in political science. She’s back for another 3 years to do a business major) is sharing rooms with a nameless first year??

The entirety of Liyue college is in uproar

Team mom- She takes care of you <33

Finds you very cute and endearing- the way you get so nervous and flustered around her, and the way you’re super polite

Ninnguang always has had a talent of finding the diamond in the rough- seeing the talent in someone who doesn’t even know it exists

That’s how she made it this far after all. Ningguang isn’t from some rich family- rather, she clawed it up here to her current position by evaluating her own worth, and the special qualities she saw in herself

this is something she now wants to pass onto you.

If you’re not a very confident person, slowly but surely you find yourself coming out of your shell around Ningguang

She’s not soft and gentle necessarily, but there’s an elegance in her sharpness

She may say it how it is- but Ning is always your stable rock: a role model you can always lean onto when the going gets tough <33

If you’re a more lively person raring to give the world your best shot, she holds you back a bit and grounds you!

One day, when you’re sure Ningguang is out giving a lecture or teaching-

You can’t help yourself, but be drawn towards a spare headpiece hanging on the dresser of her room

Looking around a bit anxiously, you gently pry it off the rack, placing it on your head. Looking into the mirror though- you frown

“It’s not straight... how does Ning even do it...?”

A chuckle comes from behind you

To your horror... there she is, leaning by the doorway as you scramble to find an excuse

You find yourself cut off however, as long black nails flit over your face and over to the headpiece-

“The tassel was not secured correctly.”

She turns you around so you can see yourself in the mirror. In the reflected view is yourself- blushing half out of embarrassment and half out of awe: you feel powerful 

You also see Ningguang looking down at you- an expression of mixed pride and amusement on her face

“It seems that this ornament has finally found its true owner”

You’re still embarrassed about the whole thing, but Ningguang finds it cute <33 

You guys go shopping together all the time from then

She teaches you the importance of clothes- both for establishing your presence but also for the wearer’s own confidence 🥺

Get your nails done together!! Become THAT aesthetic roommate pairing

Yall seen Aggretsuko where those two office ladies match outfits and walk in sync? yeah that

When you’re a few years into your course and not a small duckling under Ningguang’s wing anymore, you find the courage to give her a present

It’s one of those matching rings heart shaped

“All those years ago- you gave me a part of you. It was confidence, elegance, and beauty.”

With a kiss on her cheek, you slip the ring on one of her fingers  🥺

“Now I’ll give you a part of me- if you will have it.”

You have never seen Ning blush but there is a first for everything

Eula- Dancing

She was probably heckled into some super academic subject by her parents- so she’s just a huge grump the whole time. Doesn’t want to be here. Rolls her eyes and dances walks away

So you- getting along with the super serious, popular, but also kind of rude Eula Lawrence? No way.

She just hmphs at you a lot. And you’re just like- “what’s with her..?”

That is... until you walk in on her dancing in the balcony

It’s late evening and you were out for a class. You guys don’t talk but after a month living together you’re aware of each others’ schedules at least

Prof cancels on the class last minute </33 it’s a cold winter evening and you walk back home

Opening the front door, you heard some weird thuds coming from the balcony? You make your way over there, admittedly a bit spooked

And your jaw just- drops open

Gone is the grumpy, sardonic, unsociable Eula of Teyvat University

Because right now you were watching an fairy princess- outcast from her home and forced to walk on a path of ice all by herself

Every movement is beautiful, flawless and calculated- like the Eula you knew. But at the same time it was clumsy, passionate and sporadic- like the innermost part of her soul screaming to be released through the dance

Tears of frustration bubble at corner of her eyes, only to be carried away with the snowflakes in the wind

 Her mouth is drawn into a sad, cold line, as she almost forces herself  into beautiful but painful looking positions

You’re mesmerized, but snap out of your awe immediately, when she makes a twirl but falls painfully to the floor

So that was the thudding sound from earlier

You rush over to her a bit, but then when she looks up with you with such a broken, vulnerable look on her face? 

It slows you right down. You approach her with care, and ghost your fingers over the angry red swelling on her ankle

Though she lets you, her hopeless resignation makes something in your heart just break. Where was the fiery, confident girl that you knew? Because the Eula in front of you was ice cold.

She averts eye contact, letting you slide some warm socks on her bare feet. With a gentle swing, you pry her up bridal style and carry her back to her room

It’s not until you’re leaving a glass of water and painkillers with her, that a quiet voice speaks up

“Feel free to laugh. Feel free to tell anyone about what you saw today. But one day- mark my words... I will have-”

You just look her dead in the eye, dead serious 

“That dance. It was beautiful.”

With a soft smile, you put a cold compress on the swelling of her foot.”

“I think you could do it a bit...safer though.” You chuckle breezily, “You were dancing like your life depended on it. Why?”

Eula begrudgingly replies with a mumble a few seconds later,

“...It’s a duet. I was doing both parts.”

“And why are you collecting information on me to begin with? What do you want? Is it money? I have it. Just tell me what it is you want with me and be on your way.”

Okay, you figured it out. She’s an angry little kitten who has barely any experience with affection. It’s a little endearing though,

With a knowing grin on your face, you gather the dishes of the light snack you got her to eat

“What I want? Is this your way of compensating me for helping you?”

“Well... hmm... teach me the other half of the dance- as your duet partner of course- and we can call it fair.”

“How is that fa-”

Your gone with a silly smile on your face before she can argue

Sighing into her pillow, Eula feels like her face might actually be on fire

“Mark my words... for making me feel this way... Vengeance will be mine.”

Yoimiya- Video games

She’s like a little chirpy sparrow

hops around you when you arrive!!

Has a million questions and queries. A million activities planned

Sparklers are ready! She invited friends over (the Inazuma college of Teyvat Uni duh)

Can be kinda... overwhelming at first..? She’s adorable but you still barely know her

So you’re a little bit hesitant

Since Yoimiya and her whole group of friends are from a very specific strict neighbourhood- they’re a bit socially awkward and not quick to pick up any cues

So when she just sees you playing your comfort game on pc one day, just waddled over 

“What game are you playing?”

A bit confusing- it’s a super popular game..? How has she not heard of it?

She’s enthusiastic though!! Wants to be involved

So you ask her if she has ever played any games before

“Yeah! I’m so good at minesweeper trust me”

HELPP YOU’RE TRYING NOT TO BURST OUT LAUGHING BECAUSE SHE’S DEAD SERIOUS AND SUPER PROUD

You shuffle over on the seat though, activating 2p mode

Yoimiya is very sweet but a bit all over the place. Still she tries her best! Albeit getting you both killed multiple times

But then it just.. clicks with her

“Oh what if I do this-”

One shots the enemy

Then again

And again.

You’re just amazed? And the whole gaming session is a blast

You find yourself finding excuses to play more and more games with her. Even just RPGs that don’t require skill- her bright energy carries any “boring” grinding parts.

She’ll get a bit daring though in the fighting games

“Here, let me show you my special move~”

Grabs your hands and you’re just  😳

[bluefirewrites]

i gotta Juke AU story

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this is inspired by this one filipino movie i watched “para sa hopeless romantic” but julie and luke go to the same uni and julie writes a random line of lyrics on a schools desk and luke writes the next lines when he’s in his class. the next day julie sees someone finished her lyrics and they end up having a finished song throughout the week. they obviously end up falling in love with each other’s words but one day the desks in that classroom were thrown out so julie and luke try and find the desk and run into each other only for Luke to find out it’s Julie, his crush since the beginning of school, and Julie finds out it’s Luke, they boy who she’s been eyeing ever since she’s first seen him. honestly this is all over the place. this is just another random college au. tehe

I DID NOT KNOW THIS WAS FROM A FILIPINO MOVIE!

I have much more pride in my culture now you have no idea haha! But no really,  Filipino movies can be the cheesiest, silliest, most cliche things I’ve ever seen. And I mean that endearingly. 

So it makes total sense that this super cute trope that I see popping up in different fandoms came from a Filipino movie. 

I think I’ve seen an iteration of this on AO3 and it was super cute! (But I think it was more like leaving a piece of paper on a desk). 

But yes, yes , YES. 

Juke is the perfect ship for this. 

Hmm... I think it would be an interesting take, because my mind went to Luke first, if it was Julie who would start it- yes I agree with you. 

It is canon that Luke helped Julie finish the song that she had been working on with her mom (’Stand Tall’), so might as well run with it. 

Maybe during her quiet year, where she didn’t sing or play piano, she often found herself doodling a lot. She kinda threw herself into drawing. It was her creative outlet that brought her comfort during these rough times. 

She’d have trouble paying attention in class sometimes, and so she would end up doodling. 

Now, I used to have a history class that frowned upon doodling in notebooks. The notebooks would be graded, and if there is a non-history, non-relevant doodle in the margins or anything- you get points docked off. 

So Julie, like me, tried remedying this by doodling on post it notes to avoid getting in trouble. 

But one day, Julie forgets or runs out of post it notes, and she’s only got her history notebook and textbook with her. And since she has no qualms marking up her jeans and shoes, she thought she’d be discrete and doodle on the desks.

Not like anyone would have a problem with that anyway. These desks are old af and scratched up and had doodles on them already. 

She would start drawing her usual stuff- funky creatures, bubble letter-ed profanities, etc. 

But then she starts thinking about her mom, she starts doodling dahlias and even a rose in one corner. Memories start flooding back and she starts absentmindedly writing down a lyric of a song they never finished, just bits of pieces figured out: 

‘Don’t blink...no, I don’t want to miss it’ 

She didn’t think to erase it. Just grabbed her stuff and went to her next class. 

The following day however, she pulls out her post-notes (after getting more) and is about to doodle when she sees a new scribble on the corner of the desk where she wrote her lyrics. 

Squinting, she realizes those are words (geez, the penmanship sucks). But she was able to make it out: 

‘One thing, and it's back to the beginning’

It’s written right under her line. And she reads them together- 

Wow. This sounds... pretty good. 

She quickly jots this mysterious new addition to the song in her post-notes, but not before giving writing another shot and provide another line. Curious, if she would get another response. 

She does. 

And it’s perfect. 

It’s been a year, a year since she felt the urge to write, to think about music- but, when all the lyrics fall into place, Julie is suddenly inspired to continue. 

She spends the entire class thinking about how to reply, how to keep the momentum of this song going. 

When she gets it, she writes it down underneath the new line. And waits. 

And like clockwork, next day she sits down and there’s a new addition. 

First verse done- Julie couldn’t believe it. 

Smiling, she records it all and had to erase everything from before to make more room. 

‘Thanks’ she writes ‘Keep going?’ 

The reply the next day has her grinning from ear to ear: 

‘I’m game :)’

And that’s how it goes: Another day, Another killer line. 

Julie would rush from her next class, confusing Flynn who did not think she would be so excited going to history, smile on her face, anticipating another message from this mystery writing partner. 

Sometimes, she gets too caught up in her head, eagerly thinking up new lines that she often doesn’t watch where she’s going. One time, she pretty much embarrassed herself while bumping into the cute Luke Patterson in her rush to History. 

(She practically fell on him and he tried to talk to her after, but she jumped out of his arms before whatever awkward conversation that was bound to happen if she stayed). 

Julie and her pen pal would keep working on the song, even came up with a system to let each other know if they’ve finished a verse. 

And sometimes it’s not just lyrics. Julie draws her normal doodles next to her lines, and she’s delighted to find even more ridiculous ones waiting for her when she gets back. 

There was one time when she’s had to stifle a laugh because a crude caricature of their History teacher in their corner, yelling out the next lyric: 

‘I'm goin’ out of my mind!’

(Glad to know someone else shares the same sentiments about their strict history teacher.)

They finish her mom’s song and Julie’s glad... grateful even. But she couldn’t help but feel disappointed... assuming it’s over. 

But come Monday the following weekend, her pen pal decided to leave another line- 

‘Running from the past... Tripping on the now’ 

and a new comment: 

‘My turn now?’

A new song, and Julie grins, already coming up with ideas... 

She loves writing again, especially music. Sparked by this exchange, she eases herself back into listening to music again, looking for inspiration to use for the song she and her mysterious partner are working on. 

And writing with this person... is really something else. 

But Julie’s favorite part of the whole experience really is the comments written on the upper corner. Stuff like: 

‘This part is killer!’

‘Mindreader, much? :P’

‘Wrecking ball at it again. So talented :)’

and her favorite:

‘You make me a better writer...’

She ducks down so no one can see her blush as she writes back: 

‘I think we make each other better...’ 

Flynn one day tells her straight up she’s got a crush on her pen pal, to which Julie denies because how could she have a crush on someone she doesn’t even know. 

But as she thinks about it.. she feels like she does. Or at least know enough to establish this sort of connection that feels like they’re in each other’s heads, know how the other person thinks, inspiring the other. 

It was... special. 

Flynn suggests that she needs to figure out who is leaving these notes. But it’s hard seeing as though Julie has the class in an earlier period, a bunch of other classes are held in the same room after she leaves. 

(Flynn tries a sting operation, but ends up getting caught ditching class before she could solve the mystery). 

Julie’s worried though. As much as she wants to figure out who this great pen pal is, she wonders if they would be disappointed to find out they’ve been writing her. And not someone as cool and as pretty as Carrie Wilson or her friend Kayla. It’s hard to live up to those expectations. 

In the end, she wants to know. At least so she could maybe thank them in person, for helping bring music back into her life and for making history class the highlight of her day. 

She decides this right before they break for Thanksgiving. She writes down: 

‘I wanna meet you. Can we talk?’ 

And she’s on pins and needles the entire break, just wondering what her pen pal would say back. ‘Yes’, ‘no?’. 

But what she finds when she comes back from break is so much worse than the fear of rejection. 

They got new desks. 

Their school finally got their shit together and replaced their old, worn down desks. 

‘No, no, no, no, no’. 

That means she’ll never know what her penpal end up replying... 

She runs out of class and finds Flynn, panicked, she tells her what happened. And Flynn does some digging, and she’s able to find out where the janitors dumped the old desks. 

Julie totally underestimates just how desperate she is in finding out the identity of her pen pal because she finds herself sneaking back to school at night with Flynn, seeking out the lot behind school where the dumpsters were piled high with the old desks. 

Flynn, the ride or die she is, armed with a flashlight, starts taking out the desks along with Julie, and there are... a lot of desks. 

They go at it for an hour, and the situation starts to look hopeless, especially when Flynn discovers a whole new set of dumpsters with desks that they haven’t even checked yet. 

They’re about to throw in the towel- 

But then they hear voices. 

Quickly, they hide behind a dumpster right when three guys, with flashlights, come onto the scene. 

“Dude, I can’t believe we’re here at this hour-” 

“Oh my god. There’s like a boatload of stuff here-” 

“Guys. Can you not? And please help me? It’s gotta be here somewhere”. 

They sound... familiar. They were definitely not the custodians. 

Risking it, Julie leaves her hiding spot- 

“Luke?” 

Luke Patterson jumps and whips around to face her, “Julie?” 

Behind him are his bandmates, Alex and Reggie. Everyone looks at each other confused. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks. 

“I...uh, I’m-” Julie stammers, “Well-” 

Flynn cuts in, “She’s looking for something,” 

Luke nods, “Really? So are we.” 

Alex scoffs, “Nope. Just you, dude. But we’re helping.” 

“Maybe we can help you too?” Reggie offers, “What are you looking for?” 

Julie sighs, “... a desk?” 

“Well... you came to the right place...” Luke laughs, shining his flashlight on the dumpsters, “Funny enough that’s what we’re looking for too.” 

“One in particular?” 

Then the guy gets all clammed up, “Uh... yeah. I think... I might have... left something... in it. Something important.” 

“How about we all look together?” suggests Flynn, “Help each other out?” 

And so they exchange the descriptions on the desk, with Julie leaving out the glaring obvious detail of the note. 

They’re surprised to find out that they’re looking for the same kind of desk. The ones they used in a particular building at school, the same one her history class is in. 

So they break off and search. And she ends up in the same dumpster as Luke. 

“So what’s in your desk?” he ends up asking. 

“Huh?” 

“You know... that’s so important that you’re here on a Friday night, digging through a dumpster,” 

“Right... uh,” Julie scrambles for an answer, “There’s something on- I mean, in the desk... that really helped me. I was going through a hard time. Lost my mom last year-” 

Luke stops his search, “Oh, I’m so sorry-” 

“It’s okay. I just...” she sighs, finding another desk that looks like hers but not quite, “I just want to find it...” 

“I get it. Hopefully we can find your desk.” 

“Hopefully we’ll find yours too,” 

After another 20 minutes searching, Julie finds it. At the very bottom of the dumpster. Luke’s face lights up once she brings it out. 

“Oh my god, you found it!” He exclaims, hands gripping the edge to take it off her hands. 

She tugs it back, “Yeah... I found it... my desk,” 

“Your desk? But this is my-” he breaks off, eyes widening, “Wait. Are you...?” 

“Am I what?” 

Luke drops the desk, clears his throat, and starts reciting: 

‘I believe... I believe that we're just one dream...’

Julie gasps, then continues: 

“Away from who we're meant to be...”

Then together: “That we're standing on the edge of...”

“...great.” Luke finishes, in awe, “You! You’re ‘Lyric Girl’!”

“You’re my pen pal?” Julie says in disbelief. 

Luke Patterson has been her pen pal this entire time? The cutie with the cutoffs? It makes total sense. He’s in a rock band and the songs she’s heard from them have amazing lyrics. 

Wait... she has been lowkey crushing on Luke Patterson through his words... 

“Wow, it’s you! Luke... wow...” she honestly has no words. They used to come easy to her when she talks to him via the desk, but now, after finding out that the local heartthrob is her writing partner, she’s super nervous. 

“Look... if you’re disappointed that it’s me... I get it. I’ll give you an out, and you won’t ever have to talk to me again-” 

“Julie-” 

“-like this is weird- this is weird right? But I mean what we had was nice and all-” 

“Julie, can you-?” 

“-we don’t ever have to talk about this if you don’t-” 

“Julie!” He reaches for her hands and intertwines their fingers, shutting her up. 

“Yeah...?” 

He takes a deep breath before saying: “Why would I ever be disappointed that it’s you? I’ve... got like a mad crush on you since freshman year...” 

Julie choked, “Wait, what?” 

“Voice of an angel and wicked beauty to boot? How could I not?” he smiles, “And... finding out that you’re my mystery muse is just... you don’t know how happy that makes me.” 

His smile drops and he’s all the sudden bashful, “Wait... are you disappointed that it’s me?” 

She shakes her head, “No, no! That’s not why! It’s just... you’re this rockstar in the making! I didn’t think- I didn’t think you’d ever pay attention to me.” 

“I do... I do pay attention,” he looks down at their desk, “Well... maybe not enough attention, otherwise we would have met sooner.” 

She laughs, “Totally,” 

They stand there for a while, grinning at each other like idiots. 

“So...” Julie decides to jump the gun, “Do you... maybe wanna grab something to eat?” 

Luke raises an eyebrow, “Are you asking me out, Julie?” 

She blushes, “Maybe,” 

“Interesting,” 

“So what’s your answer?” 

He leans in, “Might wanna look down,” he whispers. 

She does, right on their desk and finally reads the reply she’s spent weeks thinking about. 

‘Tell me where and when...

I’ll be there...’

Needless to say, but that from that day on- they don’t need to use their desk to talk anymore... 

[sleepylixie]

Of Walls and Wonderlands

College! Kim Seungmin  X fem! reader, Imperium Universe

1.8k words, Fluff, College! AU, Friends to (future)lovers

A/N: Soft Uni Seungmin was so difficult to write though?? I really hope I caught his aura right >.< ONTO THE FIC!! Do send me feedback, I’d love to hear what you think of this ficc >.<

Imperium Universe || Jisung ||Seungmin || Chan || Lee Know ||

If anybody had told you a year ago that you’d be dating a guitar-playing, puppy-eyed law student with a sharp tongue, you’d have laughed in their face and brushed them off. You weren’t the type to date- you weren’t the type for romance at all. 

Growing up as the youngest sibling in a family full of talent and outspoken opinions, you’d built a wall around yourself very early on to protect your own smaller, more personal sentiments. It was possible that very wall that left you a closed-off, almost intimidating air that made people think twice about approaching you. You didn’t mind it, really. It was peaceful, within those walls, an isolated wonderland that nobody could ruin for you. 

That is until a certain Kim Seungmin came along. It was almost easy, falling for him; Seungmin was the kind of boy that anybody could end up falling for. You didn’t expect your feelings for him to be returned, of course. You knew how you were- cold, prickly, almost unpleasant, a complete opposite to his warm, open self. 

Surprisingly enough, that wasn’t the case.

//

You first saw Seungmin at Imperium, the bar closest to your campus. Imperium, however, served a completely different purpose to those who knew of it: It was an entrance to the heart of the underground fight club network in your city. And you just so happened to be one of its’ sweethearts. 

Minor fact about you:

You were a kickboxer. A good one at that. 

You had a knack for it, the way your siblings had a knack for writing or dancing. When one of your gym trainers introduced you to the underground fight scene the summer after high school, you didn’t hesitate for a second before agreeing to join. Now halfway through university, you and your best friend were two of the best fighters the Imperium fight club had.

Changbin, your gym trainer, had told you to scope out competition for the new season, which was why you were at the club despite not having fights that day.  The two of you had hung around a corner of the basement, talking to acquaintances, until Changbin asked you if you wanted to meet some of his friends. 

Your hesitant agreement had him leading you to a rowdy group of 4 guys, who seemed more than happy to meet one of the club’s fighters. They introduced themselves one by one- you even recognized Hyunjin, the cheeky blonde bookie that loved to take your best friend’s bets before her fights. 

Seungmin was true to his words, he really was a simple guy. You spoke throughout the evening, a rarity for you. He was a law major, the same year as you, a bathroom singer and an ardent DAY6 fan. He was unconstrained with his smiles and open with his opinions, razor-sharp with his wit and dry with his humour. It was so easy to talk to him, even for you- the kind of person who wasn’t much for small talk.

The last boy that spoke caught your eye. He was a little taller than the other guys, eyes a sparkling brown even in the harsh lighting of the basement. “Hi, I’m Seungmin,” His voice was soft, melodic, almost. You nodded slightly at the boys, a small smile slipping across your face as you introduced yourself.

“Oh, I know you,” exclaimed Minho, one of the other guys. “Aren’t you the one that won the rookie championship last year?” The rest of the boys regarded you with renewed curiosity, looks that you were used to. A girl in the circuit was still rare, much less a championship winner.

“Yeah.”

You spent the rest of the evening with the boys, mostly because you were intrigued by the boy called Seungmin. He kept up an easy conversation with you, calming despite the clamor and rage ripping across the basement after the fight slots began.

“This doesn’t seem like your kind of scene.”

He smiled at your comment, a show of pearly teeth and cosy warmth. “It isn’t. I got dragged here because Hyunjin thought I was spending too long with my textbooks.”

“So what is your kinda scene?” You were surprised at yourself, you never took the effort of keeping up a conversation like this- but Seungmin made you curious, you had to find out more.

“I’m a simple guy, really,” He laughed- he was cute, you thought. Really, really cute.

“You get me ice cream good music and good company, I’m yours.”

When the night winded down, he shyly asked to exchange numbers with you after insisting on walking you home.  How could you not agree, especially with the way he looked at you, curious and admiring?

//

Your friendship with Seungmin progressed quickly- You met up a lot, explored cafes and had impromptu midnight grocery runs together. He was fun, almost puppy-like in his enthusiasm, his vibe so alluring that you ended up buying into it too.  There was a lot of banter between both of you, effortlessly silly and extremely witty. Seungmin was the type to hound you with random tidbits of trivia, things you wondered why he even knew of. But it was so... So characteristic of him that you just found it endearing. Even his sharp, acerbic wit. Especially his sharp, acerbic wit.

Seungmin left you with warm cheeks and a wide smile, he felt like the kind of person you didn’t have to keep your walls up around. It felt nice, suddenly, to have somebody who could live in your wonderland with you and not judge you one bit.

The months passed faster with Seungmin,  like a whirlwind of strawberry smoothies and fried chicken. There was an almost magnetic aura around him- maybe it was his charming boy-next-door smile or the way he carried himself, looking almost small, diminutive in stature despite his frame bordering on lanky. Over the months, you’d realized that maybe you enjoyed your time with Seungmin way more than you thought you would,  maybe you had a little bit of a crush on him, maybe you’d wanted to peck his pretty lips more than one time before…

When he asked you to join him on a movie night with his roommates, you couldn’t refuse.  Turned out, Jisung and his girlfriend enjoyed your company so much that you became a constant addition to their movie nights. So you found yourself frequenting Seungmin’s quaint, well-organized apartment every Saturday with assorted junk food, and the quiet excitement of meeting Seungmin again.

He turned up at one of your kickboxing sessions one day, watching in pure awe as Changbin took you through the motions of training for the new season.  After asking if you were okay with him dropping by, he made it a point to turn up as often as possible, his guitar slung across his back. “You’re so good at this,” he’d say every time Changbin allowed you a break. Your heart would flutter a little every time, leaving you slightly flustered and warm in the face.

After you were done, he’d walk you home, sometimes pulling you into the park on the way and playing songs for you on the guitar. 

//

“Holy fucking shit.” Seungmin’s reaction to your slightly battered frame was instantaneous,  grabbing you gently by the shoulders and ushering you into his apartment. “It’s not that bad, I just need a few bandaids.” You protested, hissing softly at the sting that your split lip brought when you spoke. Seungmin scanned your frame quickly,  marking the spots on your body that you seemed to carry heavy or marked with specks of blood.

A heavy silence weighed down on the room, a silence which demanded you break. “Sorry I had to disturb,” your voice came out smaller than you expected. “I got jumped a few blocks away from here, and this was the first safe place I could think of.”

His roommates took in your state from their perch on the kitchen counter, Jisung’s eyes wide in alarm. His girlfriend(and Seungmin’s third roommate) hopped off the counter, hurrying towards you and Seungmin.

“Min, you know where the first aid kit is, right?” She asked, taking your hand as she gently pulled you towards her room. “Get it to the kitchen, I’ll get Y/N a change of clothes.” 

Soon enough, you were sat on Jisung’s previous perch on the kitchen counter, Seungmin giving you a stern once over as he tended to your injuries. Jisung and his girlfriend seemed to have retreated into one of the bedrooms, possibly to give you and Seungmin some space. 

“What happened, darling?” He asked softly, knelt in front you as he dabbed antiseptic onto your knee. “One of the guys I beat last week wanted revenge,” you sighed, swallowing a hiss at the sting. “so he decided to jump me with some buddies.” You tried really hard to ignore the new nickname- a nickname you liked very much when he used it.

Seungmin’s head shot up, eyes flashing in incredulity. “Isn’t that against the rules?!” He asked, temporarily abandoning his ministrations. “Yeah, I’ll make a report tomorrow, he’ll probably get booted for this.” you shrugged. 

“He probably wasn’t expecting me to be able to talk after? I don’t know.” 

You’d never seen that dark look flash across your sweet boyfriend’s eyes before. “That sick bastard.” He never swore, your warm Seungmin. 

“It’s okay, Min,” you murmured, running your fingers through his hair. 

“I know it’s okay,” Seungmin said, standing up to focus on the injuries on your face and collar. “You enjoy kickboxing way too much to be fazed by something like this, I know you can take care of yourself, it’s just...” 

He sighed, leaning closer to you as he checked on your split lip. “It scares me a little every time you end up hurt.”You could see the sprinkle of a blush heating up his cheekbones as he spoke the words, still focused on your lip. You couldn’t help it, a smile spread across your face, broad and unrestrained. Seungmin stopped and stepped back, his eyes wide with wonder. “You’re so beautiful…” the words left his mouth before he could stop them, and a rush of heat gave you a blush that mirrored Seungmin’s own.

“I- um-”

“That’s probably the first time I’ve ever seen you flustered,” he observed, a lopsided smile on his face. You returned his grin as much as you could without jostling your lip too much. Something had switched in the energy between you at his compliment, there was warm electricity where there was usually cool and easy banter.

It was new, unfamiliar, but strangely enough, you didn’t hate it.

“You should stay here for the night,” Seungmin offered, still in the soft voice he’d used before. “I’d end up worrying about you all night if you went home like this.”

“Okay.”

And that was how Jisung found the two of you next morning cuddled on the couch, Seungmin holding you with your head nuzzled into his neck, lost to the world. Even in sleep, Seungmin was careful of your newly acquired injuries, hands light around your waist and softly tangled in your hair.

It was warm in your wonderland, and it was all because of Seungmin.

[sweetsubharry]

hey ! sorry to bother you but could you reccomend me some fics of footballer louis?? thank you !! love your acc

Hiya!!  💖you can never bother me!! ^-^ ohmgosh I’m so glad you like my blog! I love footballer louis djskasdhjag tysm(sorry it took soooo long!)

please make sure you read the tags and stay safe everyone!💖

Also these are not in any particular order, however I will say the first two are probably my favourites ;) I have to read them again right after this!

freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this by rosesau

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow by 1Diamondinthesun

Harry spends most of his time in an empty house or a lonely darkroom, dreaming of leaving his small town for art school. He's invisible to most people. And then Louis Tomlinson sees him. Life will never be the same.

Or, the American high school AU loosely inspired by She's All That.

Definition of Beauty by zanni_scaramouche

“Your book is upside down.” Harry nods at Louis’ book, his history text now that he sees it too.

“I’d rather study you.”

They both blink, startled by the slip.

“With you. Study with you,” Louis rushes to say. “Liam says I’m shite at history, can you help?”

Louis’ caught off guard by an omega he nearly takes out with an errant footie ball. It’s not that Louis’ never seen Harry before, it’s that he can’t stop looking, and he’s desperate to figure him out.

Coffee Cups and Football Boots by kimtaedumb

Harry’s stood behind the counter again, but this time he’s painting his nails. Louis strolls up to the counter and, thanks to his no brain-to-mouth filter, blurts out, “Isn’t that a little girlish, Haz?” leaning closer to inspect.

Harry lets out a little huff as his hand slips, “Oh, damn, now I’ve messed it up,” he pouts and turns to Louis, “Why should making myself feel pretty be girly?”

Louis holds up his hands in surrender, “’M not judging, jus’ curious is all.”

(The entirely cheesy and cliché Christmas AU, in which Harry doesn’t give a damn what people think about him – mostly – and Louis may be a little bit in love.

Alternatively, the one in which Harry owns a café that’s barely scraping by and Louis is a footballer and he takes Harry away for Christmas.

Featuring Zayn as a cocky little shit that most definitely needs to be put back in his place, Niall as the loveable Irish dude who drinks too much and flirts with Zayn more than the average girl, and Liam who loves everyone but hates them all at the same time.)

Way in the World by flowsque

When Louis Tomlinson enters the waiting room, Harry can distinctly feel his heart sinking to his stomach. The man's hair is ruffled and dishevelled and his red jersey, damp with sweat from training, clings to his perfect and chiseled body. He stands there, almost unreal, against the glass door, peering inside the office. Harry knew this would’ve happened, sooner or later. That he would have bumped into him. They play for the same club after all, even if they’re in different leagues. It’s not weird. It is not. Except it totally is. - Or, the one where Harry has a knee injury and an embarrassing crush on Manchester United's pretty number ten.

I Long For You by AnotherAnonymousWriter

Thirty minutes later, he's sat on a bench in Hyde Park with a book in his lap and a travel mug with hot tea in his hand. Not far from where he's sat, a group of boys are playing football and a bunch of children are chasing each other. Life is good.

Or at least, life is good until he hears a familiar “LOOK OUT!” and sees a football flying in the direction of his face.

And then everything is black.

(Harry gets hit in the head by various objects and falls for a boy with blue eyes.)

ease the quiet and talk me down by cabinbythesea

Harry's a model and Louis' a footie player.

(Louis teaches Harry some football and Harry is insanely good at giving a lapdance).

Baby, It's You by Bearandleonardwrite

"Oh, yeah. Um..” Harry lets his hands fall to his sides. His brows furrow, face full of concern, and he asks, “You’re not, like, stalking me, are you?”

Louis can’t help the loud cackle that escapes his lips and immediately slaps one of his hands over his mouth to muffle the sound. “Oh my god, Harry, no!” Louis tells him, a little breathlessly, giggles still bubbling out of his chest. “Lottie’s one of the makeup artists here today and she somehow got me to agree to come. I had no idea you modeled for, uh.. this brand until I saw you walk.”

“Oh,” Harry says dumbly, eyebrows still pinched. He lets what Louis just said sink in before a bright grin takes over his face and he goes back to doing up the buttons on his shirt. “Well, that’s alright, then. I’m glad you could make it.

(Basically, Louis' a footie player for Man U and Harry's a YSL model. They meet at a masquerade.)

Touch by kotabear24

Harry's shy and virginal with a past, new on the football team; Louis' the (experienced) popular star of the team and Harry's new mentor.

Come In and Change My Life by lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes)

He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment. He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped. He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was. Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour.

Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

see the truth (it's me for you) by orphan_account

If you asked Louis the first day of his French Literature class what he’d be doing on the last, he’d probably never have guessed it would involve helping a poorly Harry Styles study for the final exam. Good thing he’s not a betting man.

(Or the one where Louis and Harry spend an entire semester ignoring each other after a one-night stand, only to come face to face when Harry manages to catch the stomach flu during finals week. Sometimes fate is funny like that.)

Use Your Words by zedi

based off this prompt: collage au where jock!harry always serenades flowercrown!louis with love songs in their music class. what nobody knows is that harry actually kinda means the words he sings.

But instead it's Louis as the jock and Harry as the flowerchild because I do what I want.

Stop The World (I Wanna Get Off With You) by ilikepianos

"You like this, don't you?", he asks breathlessly.

What? Sucking cock? Being dominated? Yes, all of that. A big fat yes.

Harry nods, lips still wrapped around Louis' throbbing dick.

Louis' lips curl into a smirk. "Keep going then. You're doing amazing, love."

OR: The uni-football AU where Harry may or may not have a minor crush on the captain of the team and suddenly discovers that the feeling is very much mutual.

Picture Perfect by LittleBubbleStyles

an AU where Louis Tomlinson is a misunderstood football player, and Harry Styles is a misunderstood photographer. Somehow, they're understood together.

I just think about my baby; I'm so full of love I could barely eat by mercutionotromeo

Harry and Louis are six hundred miles apart, but they have the same solutions to the same problem.

Or: a masturbation drabble featuring pillow humping, locker rooms, and copious amounts of dirty talk.

into another (another) serotonin overflow by mercutionotromeo

Harry wants this year to be different - wants it to be the year that he finally gets over this stupid crush. He’s going to uni, he needs to decide what he wants to do with his life.

Instead, he’s deciding what he wants to do to Louis Tomlinson.

Or: Sweet first time sex wherein Harry's adorably awkward, Louis is achingly cool, and Harry rides Louis wearing his jersey.

note: it says it in the tag but this is the edited version written in 2019, rather than the 2017 original- so there’s two put I put the link for the newest one :)

need a little sweetness in my life by mercutionotromeo

Harry's always liked feeling desperate and small when Louis touches him, but when he sucks Harry off...it’s fucking otherworldly. Desperate’s not really the word at that point - it’s helpless. Like… like the fucking world could stop spinning and Harry wouldn’t be able to do anything about it until Louis finished him off with his lips and his tongue.

Or, Harry and Louis go to university together. Harry really likes it when Louis sucks him off, and Louis really likes it when Harry calls him Daddy.

(Sequel to "into another serotonin overflow")

I made a map of your stars by brightbluelou

Harry does not have a crush on Louis Tomlinson. Yes, Louis is very pretty and funny, and Harry may have had more than a few inappropriate thoughts about him, but he certainly doesn’t like him. (Except for the fact that he totally does.) or, Harry is the shy boy in the back of the class that no one really notices. Louis is the loud, outgoing football player that everybody likes.

We Made These Memories for Ourselves by supernope

Breath held, Harry squints his eyes open and focuses on the first stick. A blue line. Harry breathes out an unsteady breath. He’s pretty sure he read that one blue line is a negative, but he fishes the box from the bottom of the pile just to make sure.

“Negative,” he confirms, voice echoing around the small room. “Next.”

Now that he’s feeling a little less shaky, he scans the rest of the tests at once, is met with a headache-inducing mixture of pink plus signs and blue double lines. His heart rate picks up until it’s pounding triple-time in the base of his throat and the pit of his stomach, thundering in his ears and throbbing in his temples. He flips over the rest of the boxes slowly, but he knows what they’re going to say before he even looks.

[or, Louis is a footballer, Harry owns a bakery, and they're having a baby.]

Kiss Me on the Mouth and Set Me Free by ls2k14   

Louis has his head thrown back in a laugh, his wet fringe hanging in front of his eyes, and a beautiful flush to his cheeks. From this angle, the sun hits his face just right to where the beams of light are shining in between the spaces of each individual clump of watered down eyelashes. His chest is showing through the soaked material of his white jersey and it seems that his biceps are attempting to break free from the sleeves that are clinging to his skin.

And Harry can do nothing except take it all in. He doesn’t even think he’s breathing at this point. He is literally stuck in place, admiring the true beauty of Louis Tomlinson, while being surrounded by fit footballers and generally attractive people. He doesn’t think he’s ever been in love before, but if Louis let him, he’s pretty damn sure he could change that in the matter of a few nanoseconds.

[mhilkshake]

HELLO!!

i took a LONG TIME off, so it's been a hot minute (lmao shut up)

but anyway, i'm back!! and i'll probably write lil snippets whenever i feel like it, so there won't be any scheduled posts for the time being

but what i do have in my drafts:

// reader finally gets a date with cold hearted (bias name) but is faced with garlic rice, her one and only allergy, but she sucks it up and eats it in front of him even though she's shaking like a leaf, soon after thhe date, he finds out you were allergic and that's where sentimental things happen ;)

// fallen angel au where reader dies a wrongful death, and has ascended to heaven but howerver refuses to have her memories erased. from up there, she sees (bias name) depressed about her death, and begs a second time to have him forget her, so that he could freely do whatever he wants, even if it feels like her heart's been wrenched away from her. then few things happen, and she finds out that he's forcibly involved in a money heist with his 'girlfriend'. she gets a chance to descend and help him, but with the cost of her wings, and a second life.

// hobbies run for life, reader-chan knows that too well. for her, it's paintings. her whole room was always littered in paintings and her college dorm never felt like it was the appropriate place to do that. her parents arranged for an apartment, but it had a twist. she was to share with someone, but she's oblivious to that and ends up happily agreeing to live in a spacious apartment. a few things around, she meets (bias name) a band player for some semi famous band and the atmosphere between two performing arts majors drastically changes. (this was actually a newt from maze runner x reader imagine i had in my notes for a long long time)

// (bias name) is always hearing a voice. it's always enticed him, but everytime he tries to find out who that person is, he ultimately fails. one day, he goes home to find a nanny, a ridiculously pretty one. and when he hears from his sister that she was someone from the same uni as him, and is insanely good at singing, he's piecing the clues together and moves to chase after you even before he's realized it.

so,, for now those will be posted in idk how many days, and i'm not sure who to feature, so heLP ME

who do y'all think fits the roles for those hmmm

[crocodilenialledfics]

You’re all I need (the air I breathe)

nine - in which Stella has a lot to drink 

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love-at-first-sight, falling-too-fast, uni au that will make your heart ache (in a good way)

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Stella felt like she was in slow motion standing a world away from Niall. He was talking to Heather across the room and that was fine. Stella didn’t care. All she could think about was how good he looked, how they were leaving together, how whatever it was that they were, they were on the same page about it. 

Stella was on her third drink which was chartering into dangerous territory. She felt weightless, like she could float away if she held her breath long enough. 

Veda pulled her from her thoughts, asking, “did you hear me?” 

“No,” Stella responded, painfully tearing her eyes away from Niall. “Sorry.”

“I asked if you think it’s a good idea if I stayed here tonight,” Veda repeated, looking at her expectantly. 

“Oh,” Stella mumbled. “I don’t see why it isn’t a good idea. You and Zayn love each other.”

“We don’t love each other,” Veda argued a bit too quickly. 

Stella was checked out, though, eyes back to Niall. He met her eyes, a smile spreading over his lips. The lips that Stella fully intended to kiss like crazy until neither of them could breathe. 

Niall pushed himself off of the wall, shaking his head. He walked up to Stella, hand curling around her waist as he pulled her towards him, “Stella Bella,” he said, an amused lilt to his voice. “Are you staring at me?” 

Stella had to laugh, looking up at him. Her eyelids were heavy, already begging for sleep. And a snack. Niall pushed his fingers through her hair, humming softly, “you wanna get out of here?” 

Stella nodded because there was nothing she wanted more. “I’ll get our jackets,” Niall told her, pulling herself away from her. 

“You two are sickening,” Veda mumbled from beside her. 

“Just talk to Zayn,” Stella told her as if it was that simple. Veda had given her no information. She’d been moping around for weeks. 

“Easier said than done,” Veda grunted, pushing herself off the wall, “can I walk back with you guys?” 

“Of course,” Stella nodded, “I’ll grab your jacket. Meet you by the door.”

Stella went in the direction Niall had gone, pushing past people until she got to the hallway where there was no one to be found. Stella pushed Zayn’s bedroom door open to find Niall rummaging through the pile of jackets on the bed. 

“Fuckin hell,” he muttered, “can’t find anything in here.”

Stella leaned against Zayn’s bed, watching Niall rummage around. “Come on, Niall,” Stella drawled out, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Stella,” Niall drawled out mimicking her tone as he found their jackets. “Are you drunk?” 

“No,” Stella answered automatically. She was on the border, not quite ready to tip over. Though, after one kiss from him, Stella probably would feel drunk. 

“Sounds like a lie,” he mused, pulling his jacket on. 

“Do you want to play seven minutes in heaven tonight?” Stella asked him, zipping her jacket up. 

“We can play anything you want,” Niall laughed, throwing an arm over her shoulder. He pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek and Stella laughed, nearly falling over at the weight of him. 

Niall’s own laugh echoed in her ear and she felt full up to her eyeballs. Niall tilted her chin towards him to press a gentle kiss to her lips. Stella melted against him and Niall hummed, fingers drifting over her jaw. 

“So this is what’s taking so long,” Veda huffed from the doorway. 

Niall dropped his head to Stella’s shoulder as he let out a chuckle. Stella had no remorse, eyes holding Veda’s gaze. Veda gave Stella an amused smile, reaching to take her jacket from Stella’s grip. “I’ll meet you by the door,” she said, echoing Stella’s earlier sentiment. 

Zayn’s door slammed shut and Niall lifted his head to look at Stella. Niall couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed. Stella couldn’t either. 

“Let’s go,” Stella said with a laugh. “Get your hands off of me, will ya?” 

“Stella Grace,” Niall all but exclaimed. “How dare you.”

“How dare you,” she emphasized, peeling herself away from him. 

“That’s real nice,” Niall laughed. “You ask me if I want to play seven minutes in heaven and then it’s my fault we get caught kissing.” 

Stella soothed the situation with a firm kiss to his lips. Niall was no longer indignant. He gave Stella a smile when she pulled away. “Let’s go,” she said, an urgency to her voice that Niall couldn’t ignore. 

On the walk home, Veda caught Niall and Stella up on the latest Zayn drama. It was more than Stella thought it’d be. A mess of not wanting to admit feelings and doing things to mask those feelings. 

By the time they got to their room, Veda was even more grumpy than she was before. Stella peeled her jacket off, tossing it on her desk chair. Niall took his own jacket off, setting it on hers. 

“You guys want to watch some tv?” Veda asked, already turning the tv on. 

“Sure,” Stella answered before Niall had a chance to think. 

Niall concealed his own grumpiness, climbing onto Stella’s bed. She was right beside him, collapsing beside him. Veda loosened up, laying on her own bed. 

This, Stella thought, was not how tonight was supposed to end. Niall would agree. Seven minutes in heaven was much more appealing at this given moment considering how loose Stella was feeling. But Veda was Stella’s very best friend and she’d do anything for her. It made Stella happy that Niall would do the same. 

But that didn’t stop Stella from pulling the duvet up to her chin. And it didn’t stop her from sliding her cold hands under Niall’s jumper in hopes to find a little bit of warmth. Niall let her because there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. 

The moments between them, Stella had begun to feel more brave. Niall made her feel brave when he took whatever she gave him. Or when he let Stella make up the rules as they went. It was Stella’s world and he was just living in it. 

The minutes felt like hours before Veda fell asleep. Stella hardly noticed, her own eyelids getting heavy. Niall wouldn’t let her fall asleep, selfish as that was. 

“Hey,” he said, “I think I’m gonna go to bed,” he told her, barely a whisper. 

“Okay,” Stella murmured. “Can I walk you up?” 

“There’s nothing I’d love more,” Niall murmured back, disentangling himself from her. 

Stella sat up herself, sliding out of bed after him. And the time between now and stepping into Niall’s room felt like forever. Maybe it was that Stella was anxious to get her hands on him. Or the alcohol in her was warping her sense of time. Either way, Stella was grateful when Niall asked, “are you tired? Or do you want to stay for a bit?” 

Stella answered that question by leaning up on her tiptoes to press a teasing kiss to his lips. Niall took it in stride, hand sliding to her waist where he settled them until Stella hints for more. 

And she did eventually, gasping against his lips. It’s a sound that felt like a bucket of cold water dumped on Niall’s head. Niall dove in for an even more desperate kiss, one that has Stella tugging on the hair on the back of his head. 

And then Niall’s lips on her neck and Stella has to squeeze her eyes shut. She can feel a moan rising in her throat and while part of her doesn’t want to, the other part let’s it happen. She moaned his name, and Niall groaned against her neck. 

Niall’s the one to pull it away, keenly aware of how much she’s had to drink. When things happen, he wants her painfully sober to where her cheeks pink just looking at him. While he likes Stella when she’s brave like this, he thinks of how uneven the playing field is. 

The air was thick between them. For a moment Niall though Stella was upset that he stopped it. Her eyes meet his and she smiles. All is good, he thinks. 

“I’m gonna go,” Stella says after a minute. “I think I had a lot to drink,” she admits. 

Her moan is still ringing in his mind and he has to agree, “I think so too.”

“Let’s get breakfast in the morning,” Stella finally offers, putting space between them. “Maybe we can kick the ball around at Whitworth.” 

“Sounds like a plan,” Niall says, watching her with an amused smile. 

“Okay,” Stella laughed. “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight, Stel,” Niall chuckled. “See you in the morning.” 

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[restlessmaknae]

all the letters i’ve never written

I'm happy that you are doing fine, and I hoped that by writing these thoughts down, by writing these letters I had never meant for you to read, I could move on... But I can't.

♦ Pairing: Choi Byungchan x reader/you

♦ Genre: angst, slice of life, high school to uni AU

♦ Words: 1.4k

♦ Warning: -

You know, you have those classmates you know but you still don't know well. The ones with whom you may be put into groups for a class but other than that, you don't talk a lot. Then comes a point when you become curious about them and for me, it was when you talked about loving handwritten letters because no matter the handwriting, the sentiment behind it is what matters. Despite the fact that some may consider handwritten letters outdated, I felt the exact same way as you and your words piqued my curiosity. What else did you like? Moreover, what else we may have in common? I was too shy to talk to you though. To be precise, to talk about what mattered aside from our studies. Sometimes we sat at the same table in the canteen, sometimes we were waiting behind each other in the the queue for the buffet and sometimes we happened to bump into each other around school, greeting each other with a knowing smile. I had so many things to say and so many questions to ask but so little courage. Then, I told myself that it may be how it was supposed to be: us meeting and crossing paths a few times, not staying permanent patches in each other's lives.

I couldn't say the same though when we got into university. I knew that you had also applied for English literature but I also knew that it hadn't been your first choice, neither was mine. However, neither you, nor I had gotten into our first choice and that was how we had both ended up at the local university, studying English literature. Being it a smaller group of students, we immediately found each other in the crowd at freshers' week. "What a coincidence," you said. "Is it?" I wanted to ask, but I didn't dare to tell you that I had been thinking about it being destiny. Sentimental as I may be, I believed in destiny, but at that time, I was certain that destiny only brings about positive changes. How wrong I was. Destiny can be cruel and painstaking and it may make us - mere human beings, the marionettes of its foolish play - absolutely miserable.

Having the same classes, going to the same lecture halls, we were bound to talk more. That's how I got to know that English Literature wasn't your first choice, neither was a major at the local university. However, you believed that this was how it was supposed to be taken that your mother had fallen ill and had needed surgery, thus you could now be with her and cheer her on personally instead of doing the same through messages. As selfish as I may be, I hoped that both of us staying in the city where we first met and studying the same majors after certain failures and rejections meant that we were somehow destined to meet time and time again. I blame all the books I had read and all the movies I had seen where such things happen, and I was such a fool hoping for a happy ending. Though we really got to know each other and had some deep and meaningful conversations, right? The more I talked to you, the more I realized just how delicate of a person you were and how big dreams you had. You had never wanted to stay here in this city, in this country, you had always wanted to go and explore and feel and thrive. You had big plans of being an assistant editor at a publishing company in an English-speaking country and I had never doubted you for a second: once because of your fluent English skills and also because you were so determined, I had never seen such a determined person before. I should have known that me enjoying the serenity and stability of staying in the same place, the place where I grew up, and you striving for a shimmering future somewhere else - far away, anywhere but here - would never work out together. Nevertheless, I wasn't ready to say goodbye.

When you told me that you were given the chance to study abroad for the next semester, I was over the moon. You had worked so hard for it, and I knew, I had a feeling that you would enjoy this time to the fullest. I also made myself a promise that I would tell you how I feel before your flight takes off. I wanted to. The day before your departure, we were sitting in a lecture hall and I was staring at my book, mind filled with dozens of thoughts. When you asked what I had on mind, I just shrugged, telling you a silly fib. Your semester started later than here and as determined as you were, you decided to go to the lectures here as well until you could, and I really felt like it was my chance to confess. "It's just..." I started hesitantly, my faint voice making you snap your head back at me. I gulped. Looking into your eyes, I had never felt so disheartened before, and I started wondering whether it was too late and whether me confessing to you the day before your departure was actually cruel instead of heartwarming. "The classes will be odd without your presence," I managed some words out that were actually true but not the whole truth, to be honest. You smiled that touched smile of yours, the one you displayed whenever you received an unexpectedly good feedback, and I knew that you didn't know how I really felt. "I'll be back soon. By the time you realize I'm gone, I've already come back," you joked wholeheartedly and I couldn't help but laugh along with you even though I wanted nothing but to cry from the inside.

The distance and the time apart turned our day-to-day conversations into an ordinary acquaintanceship, especially after you had told me that you had fallen in love with another Korean exchange student from a different university while you had been abroad. "I guess we were just bound to get closer since we were the only two Koreans amongst the group," you explained to me once when we were walking from one university building to another. "I guess it must have been destiny," I mused and only then I realized that I had said the words out loud when you replied, churning my heart with only a few words of yours. "You think so, too? I can't help but think that it must have been destiny," you responded beamingly, flashing me a smile that was too bright for my heavy heart. "I'm happy for you two," I found myself saying, and although it was true, I felt a bittersweet poison spreading through my veins nevertheless. You looked at me, only at me for a few seconds, your smile not wavering a bit, and I wish I could have just captured this moment before you said those cruel words out loud: "I'm so thankful for you. It really means a lot to me that I could come back to such a supportive friend like you." Friend. One word. Just one single word that I wish I could erase from my mind but I can't. If I hadn't known before, then I knew after this that this had always been a one-sided love. We didn't share a destiny, but you, with Seungwoo, you did so, and what else could have proven it better than the fact that five years later, you married him and moved to Nottingham with him?

To this day, I keep thinking about handwritten letters. About the what ifs regarding you and me. About the chances I have missed or the signs I had not seen. It sometimes hurts being in love but it hurts even more so when you are in love alone. I'm happy that you are doing fine, and I hoped that by writing these thoughts down, by writing these letters I had never meant for you to read, I could move on. But I can't. I guess it must be my destiny.

[gwoongi]

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 ✰ taehyung (7)

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 kim taehyung / reader genre: zombie apocalypse au words: 4228

It felt shit to feel thankful of someone’s screaming. Mostly, Taehyung was happy it was them and not him.

a/n: funny story, i submitted this chapter as part of my creative writing portfolio and the prestige uni i sent it off to loved it and accepted me :D hopefully thats a nice indication on whether or not this is good :S

warnings: extremely graphic content, sexual pain, graphic torture, gore, violence, death, Humans Suck

01. denver ↝ 02. holiday with me ↝ 03. sad forever ↝ 04. surely ↝ 05.scorpion ↝ 06. shakespeare ↝ 07. thrones ↝ 08. moon motel

The group leave the trailer park three days later.

Bundling everything of use into the back of the truck, which seemed darker in colour since the last time it was used, you had found you enjoyed leaving more than you did settling in. Packing everything into correct places had always been such a bore, even at a young age. You remembered when you were eight, and moving in to your grandparents’ home in the outskirts of Denver. Was this really Denver? It was a small town, barely noticeable amongst the cluster of trees and ferns, but nonetheless peaceful, ‘perfect for a new place to start fresh’. Yeah, it only took around an hour and a half to get to school every-day, but don’t worry, it’s a fucking perfect place to live, aged eight, as an orphan. It took you around eleven months to finish emptying each box.

But four years ago, throwing everything into a backpack and into the boot of a car you nicked from down the road, it had been so easy. It was so easy to throw everything out and keep what you really needed. Easy to forget to pack a jacket you had been given for Christmas off an aunt you barely knew, easy to remember to pack all the knives out of the kitchen and the forbidden gun your grandfather used to hunt deer in the winter. It was rather symbolic- pretending people were deers as you shot them between the eyes.

“That everything?”

Namjoon stood, risen off the ground, his hand on the bar of the roof of the truck. Taehyung stepped down the plastic steps from the trailer, not bothering to lock the door, knowing nothing in there was of any value. At one point, the rainbow-glassed fruit bowl might have been of value, sentimental value or something. Now, it was worthless, with a lightning bolt crack down the middle.

“Yeah, good to go,” Taehyung replied, hovering when you climbed into the back to join Kyungmin. He waited, not knowing what for, only mildly embarrassed when you turned to see him staring. “You okay?”

You nodded once with a smile. “Mm. Are you?”

“Yeah. Sorry, I-”

Somehow, he hadn’t realised you shuffle to the open back doors to pull him in for a simple kiss. It was that quick and simple that he almost missed it. His eyes opened to the sight of you in front of him, your hands holding his face, rubbing the stubble around his jaw.

“You’re holding us all up, you know.”

“You’re holding me up,” he muttered, peeling your hands off his face and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, somehow finding the strength to let go and at the same time, make his way to the front of the truck. The whole vehicle shook as you pulled the back doors closed, submerging Kyungmin and yourself in familiar darkness.

“You got a map anywhere?” Taehyung fuddled in the glove compartment as Namjoon started the truck up. He pulled out a worn map, the same one you had used to direct the both of you out of Denver. Namjoon didn’t care for the quality, muttering a hasty thanks and peeling it open, staring at the lines and faded colours. “Keep heading East, as if we’re going to Georgia. Hopefully, we’ll catch Seokjin and his crew of fans on the way there.”

“And if we don’t?” Taehyung asked. When Namjoon fell silent, Taehyung’s lips pulled into a tight frown, “I’m just asking for the future. You’re not coming to Georgia. We’re going. I wanna know what our plan is before we put ourselves in danger in the middle of nowhere.”

Very aware of the compartment slider down, Namjoon found it was difficult to pick a solution that would best suit everybody. Kyungmin wanted to stay with Taehyung and yourself, forgetting Korea entirely and heading straight for the islands off the coast. Namjoon knew you wanted to go to Georgia with everybody, hoping to stick together as a four, but if there was no other option, you’d go to find a plane. Taehyung wanted to get to Georgia with you, but wouldn’t be opposed to finding Seokjin. As for himself, Namjoon wanted to take the jeep to Virginia, leaving Taehyung and yourself on the road.

Everybody made tough calls. Those words echoed in his head. Above all else, Kyungmin was his priority.

“I wanna take the jeep,” Namjoon said slowly, aware of the frowns, “but I can help find a vehicle for you and Y/N to use to get to Georgia. When that happens...we’ll go our separate ways. Half to Virginia. Half to Georgia. Fair, and square.”

Kyungmin fell with a thud and a sigh in the back of the jeep, and Namjoon did his best to ignore it.

“Alright,” Taehyung agreed, believing there was no other way around it. As long as you and him were safe, he didn’t care how it happened. “Whatever you say goes.”

14TH MARCH, 5 YEARS AGO.

Jiyong: i’ll be round at like 7:30ish. lost my weed bag and i’m a junkie and cant leave without it

Y/N: i hope it kills you

Jiyong: watch me actually die

Jiyong: don’t cry at my funeral you fake friend

Y/N: KIDDING!!!!

Y/N: is...seunghyun coming

Jiyong: fuck off

Jiyong: hes banned from seeing you

Jiyong: i cant believe my best friend is fucking my other best friend

Y/N: i like to call it woohooing and we’re being safe

Jiyong: i cant believe this is happening

Jiyong: why seunghyun?????? why not youngbae he treats women nice

Y/N: idk!!! we just hit it off a lot

Jiyong: you’ve known him for like 5 minutes

Y/N: it’s literally been like 5 years but whatever

Y/N: can’t you just be happy for me? i’m living life getting laid being happy n shit

Jiyong: i respect it but i’m not coming to urs expecting to have fun watching goblet of fire for the millionth time only for you to give seunghyun a sweaty bj right in front of me

Y/N: that was one time Let It Go

Jiyong: one day i’m gonna fucking die and you’ll realise how badly you treated me

Y/N: stop you’re my best friend :-(

Y/N: what are you like jealous that im banging him and not you???? wanna join

Jiyong: yeah i’d literally rather fuck the girl from the ring

Y/N: kinky

[03:45am]

Jiyong: woah did you hear about the north korea shit

Y/N: im literally being pounded into Cant this wait

Jiyong: we’re gonna die because kim jongun wants to nuke us and all you care about is seunghyun’s 3 inches

Y/N: it’s just fake news dont worry about it

Y/N: how many times has he threatened nuclear war

Y/N: he should hurry up and do it before exams

Jiyong: just wanted to check up on you because ur nan is fucking mental and she’ll probably collapse tomorrow morning and panic buy loaves of bread

Y/N: stop omg

Jiyong: anyways stay safe love U please bring me my weed tomorrow morning me and Jennie are gonna get high and try anal

Y/N: sweet thanks

SOMETIME LATER.

Leaving the world behind through the back windows of the jeep, you were oddly reminded of the time you left everybody behind during a Summer many years ago. It had been a spur of the moment decision, something you never expected to do, but found yourself doing anyway.

It felt like a lifetime ago; you had almost forgotten about it, until now, until seeing a sign graffitied with a smiley face, reminding you of the “GRIME SIGN” back in your hometown, renowned for being the most graffitied sign in the city. Whether or not that's true, you never really found out. Seunghyun and Jiyong had come along too, for the moral support of being alone on the road. With Jiyong in shotgun and Seunghyun in the backseat, it had felt like something slap-bang out of a teenage coming-of-age movie, titled “3 delinquents on the road to God knows where”, directed by Quentin Tarantino. You didn’t even know how to drive. It was pure bliss.

“Any luck with the radio?”

Kyungmin rattling the small radio that had been picked up from the trailer park startled you, the memory of driving nowhere and everywhere at the same time suddenly gone like the wind. As your vision readjusted to the dark, you noticed that Kyungmin was pressing all the buttons and turning all the dials, a frown on her lips jutted outwards.

“Not yet,” she replied. “Just give me a few more minutes, I can probably get this thing working.”

Namjoon let out a soft curse, swerving the truck slightly to move around a left behind Volvo, the cars open like wings with a dried trail of dragged blood leading into the thick forest. Things like that were common accessories, famed like tourist attractions. Namjoon now thought of what the world was really like- could Paris be any worse than America? What was Iceland like these days?

“Nearly there, now,” Namjoon said vaguely, and Taehyung debated whether or not to reply, if there was even anything to reply with at all. That’s how things went now, short replies or simply none at all. When the world died, so did words. Namjoon thought that was funny, how the collapse of society could mean the collapse of communication and language.

“We’ll need to stop for gas,” Taehyung said, his voice barely above a third volume. From the back of the van, you sat with your face looking out towards the left behind road, your eyelids growing heavy at the sound of Kyungmin pressing buttons, and the hum of the van beneath your thighs. “We’re running on fumes.”

Namjoon grumbled a reply, mentioning something about a gas station a couple miles ahead, near the clearing in the woods, just off the road. It didn’t take long to approach, only around ten minutes if Taehyung were to count. At least three songs had played since then. Taehyung couldn’t believe he was now counting using songs.

The station was large, decaying and it looked unsafe. Taehyung didn’t exactly care about the safety of the building itself, just caring about how safe it would be in the long-run. Safe enough to hide inside? Safe enough to step inside? Safety in architectural design didn’t matter anymore. If it looked rusted, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

Namjoon pulled the truck into the station, immediately noticing a few canisters of fuel that was left for the purpose of using, a sign reading “STAY SAFE” stood up, stuck with black masking tape. The letters were dripping onto the concrete, a small pool of chalky white near the drain where a plant was starting to sprout.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Kyungmin’s voice made you look over from the canisters, a wrinkle between your brows. She smiled, generously, and waited for your reply. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

She was talking about the Great Escape the other day. You already knew that.

“Just curious,” she replied, the smile never wavering. “There’s not many people left in the world, you know. Next to Namjoon, you and Taehyung are all I have.”

A silence fell on the two of you, and all you could hear was the sound of Taehyung dragging a barrel across the gas station, dipping his head underneath a broken window and scanning the interior of the gas station.

“I’m here for you,” Kyungmin continued, her voice significantly quieter. “You know that, right?”

“Of course I do,” you replied, and your hand came up to stroke her forearm, a smile on your lips. For a moment, it didn’t feel like the apocalypse. In that moment, it felt like two best friends, reunited after a Summer break, the pine trees isolating them from the world, a Studio Ghibli film, released 2019.

And yet Kyungmin moved away, her gaze lowered as she passed across the gas station to meet Namjoon, already lifting canisters of gas towards the car to refill. Taehyung had emerged once again, his bag refilled with cans and cigarette packets, surprisingly a bottle of liquor in his hands as he stepped back into the bitter wind. Inhaling a breath, Taehyung crossed the width of the station and opened the passenger door to the vehicle, setting down his bag and the bottle, as if they were small children.

“There’s no way we’re making it to Georgia on time.”

Taehyung paused, throwing you a look over his shoulder. “What?”

“Let’s think realistically,” you reasoned, tugging at the cloth over his elbow. Above all, you didn’t want Kyungmin to be upset if she overheard. “It’s been...how long? Since we left the warehouse? I haven’t exactly been keeping up with the dates, but it’s been too long, Tae. Normally, it takes less than 24 hours to get from where we are- wherever we are- to Georgia. And yet, we’re still not near. I’m just-” you sighed, raking your hands through your hair. In the dim light, the grease was visible. “I think we’re out of time.”

“Y/N, they’ll be there,” Taehyung said. He didn’t know what else to say, frowning, “I thought you wanted to remain optimistic?”

“I do, but I can’t afford to hope to get to Georgia and find them there. And what?” you continued. Your voice had raised slightly, not enough to make Kyungmin or Namjoon ask questions, but enough to make Taehyung’s nose cringe at the increase. “We get there, and find them. Is anything gonna be the same? What if we get there and they’re gone and there’s no boats? What if we get there and something happens to any one of us? Tae, I can’t have that on me. I can’t have that on my conscience. Not again.”

Not again. “Yena wasn’t your fault, Y/N, you have to know that-”

“I don’t fancy being out on the road all night.” Namjoon stepped into view from around the front of the van, his hands shoved into the pockets of his distressed jeans. “Thinking we keep driving, turn in when it gets dark to the first place we see.”

“Isn’t that a little risky?” Taehyung asked, mentally making a note to continue your conversation later. “I mean, we have to really check the place before we head in.”

Namjoon frowned. “I know that. But, Kyungmin’s feeling kinda travel sick, and I don’t wanna overdo it, you know? Nights like back at the trailer park...I want more of them.”

Already moving to the back of the van, you pulled open the double doors and slipped inside, keeping them open in time for Kyungmin to crawl in after you. Her skin was a shade of ivory, whiter than earlier, as if the sickness had come suddenly like a simulation glitch. Wasn’t that what you were now? A glitch? An error in coding.

Namjoon shut the drivers door, groaning at the loud sound.

“Hey, man, you okay to drive?” Taehyung asked quietly, looking over from shotgun. “Look, if you’re tired, we can switch the orders around.”

Namjoon looked over weakly- “You’re sure?”

Taehyung unbuckled his seatbelt, dumping his jacket in the footwell with a sniff of stuffy air. “I’d prefer if you slept if you’re tired. ‘Specially when they’re in the back. Don’t wanna hurt them.”

He made a sort of grunt as a reply, switching seats with the younger. When he was sat in the passenger seat instead of the drivers, he let his head lull back onto the windowpane, feeling the chilly glass cool the back of his head. It was as if resting his head had added extra weight to his eyes.

“‘m gonna drive straight-ish,” Taehyung said with his tongue between his lips, backing up the van slowly and carefully. Namjoon opened his eyes slightly, squinting.

“Can you drive?”

Taehyung changed gears. “Yes.” 

If Namjoon noticed that Taehyung paused, he didn’t mention it. In-fact, he closed his eyes again with a shrug, a half wriggle, resting his forehead against the glass, pushing towards the cool touch.

Taehyung had been driving for hours, for sure.

The time in the van was unlikely to be reliable, reading 5:19pm when the sky was as black as squid ink, the dim street-lights that somehow worked- probably solar - beckoning the group forward. In honesty, Taehyung had no idea how long it had been since the gas station, just long enough to give him a crick in his neck, the back of his thighs numbed. All things considering, Taehyung thought he was getting better at driving.

He flinched slightly as the divider to the back came sliding down, and your face popped out slightly, peering out the front window with sleepy eyes. If he had a free hand, Taehyung would have wiped the sleep from the corner of your eye, and he turned back to the road, oddly afraid of crashing the car with all four of you inside. Like yourself, he didn’t want that on his conscience. Like yourself, he couldn’t have it on his conscience, not again.

“Are we stopping soon?” you asked quietly. Namjoon shifted, making it known he wasn’t sleeping. He groaned, grinding the heel of his palm into his eyes, unbothered when dust and dirt smudged on his skin when he pulled away. He could look worse, he thinks.

“Nearly,” Taehyung replied. “I don’t know where to go from here. Last road was blocked, so, I’m trying to get out of here.”

Namjoon shifted, cracking his shoulder loudly. “You tried any back-streets?”

Instantly, Taehyung thought of the woman earlier in his trip. The way she screamed at the car, scratching at the rusty paint job, her eyes bloodshot and her skin a lime colour. He gulped the hot lump in his throat, “I’d rather avoid them.”

“It’s safer,” Namjoon continued. “Out of the way-”

Somewhere outside of the van, there was a loud crash, similar to the way you sound when you drop something at midnight when your parents are sleeping. The volume was loud, louder than anticipated, and Taehyung unintentionally stalled the van. Kyungmin jeered forward, hitting the underneath of her chin on the seats opposite, sending out a string of foreign curses to Taehyung in the driver's seat. He avoided the stare of Namjoon, deciding he didn’t want to see the deathly glare.

“What the hell was that?” you asked, cradling a throbbing pain on the side of your face after catching it on the separation between front and back. “Is someone here?”

Namjoon stayed silent for a moment, staring darkly into the outside. Taehyung didn’t know what to do except wait, ready to jump into action when Namjoon made a noise of surprise- or was it shock?- and slapped Taehyung’s hand with great panic, “Fucking pull up somewhere. Turn off those fucking lights. Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

“Jesus,” Taehyung cursed, doing exactly that as you leaned back to switch off the lights, submerging Kyungmin into darkness as the blood pooled in her mouth from earlier. She groaned something between her lips, holding her chin with her left hand as she picked herself up to lean over into the front, staring out at what Namjoon was watching across the small street. With the van now in darkness, away from the streetlight, you were invisible.

It wasn’t hard, locating the source of Namjoon’s panic.

Across the street, a flood of artificial white engulfed the street, barely missing the pull-in that Taehyung had moved into moments earlier. Namjoon slouched out of instinct, keeping his eyes on the road as he noticed three people dashing out into the darkness, the explosive lights following them as if they were automatic. They probably were, turning on as they stepped further and further away from the door they ran from. As they hurried past the hidden van, another noise pulled away your attention.

A large garage door screamed as it opened, in desperate need of oil, chains clattering against the metal interior. The light suddenly changed to an eerie green, something you saw in documentaries about weed farms. As it slid further up into the building, Namjoon hitched a breath as the sight of three sets of human legs came into view, dressed in stunning ebony, large guns by their hips. One of them smoked a cigarette, the smoke rising up like old Native smoke-signals. The middle guy pulled up his mask, covering his nose and lower face, and loaded the large Heckler Koch HK MG4 MG 43, aiming it swiftly at the little piggies running away from the slaughterhouse.

Taehyung knew that gun- the Heckler Koch never missed a target. He barely flinched when the gunman hit the kneepits of the runners, sending them to the ground instantly, their bodies buckling under the loss of legs. The screams were loud. Mama has the bacon, now.

The other two gunmen laughed loudly, approaching the pigs and picking them up to drag them back into the garage, a trail of blood marking the concrete like paint. He said something, the main gunner, and the two spares were taken away, possibly to die, maybe to a waiting room where they would await their death, as casually as they would waiting for a doctor’s appointment. The last runner, a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties, with already greying hair at the top, was pulled to the side of the room where three more men emerged, a woman amongst the pack with her hair sprawled out to her elbows, in mermaid curls. She was gorgeous, nobody could argue against that, with her body in a glamorous dress, something too glamorous for the apocalypse. On her feet, heels that presented her perfectly painted toes, a peachy shade.

“What’s happening?” Kyungmin asked. It was rhetoric. Everybody knew the answer.

The woman dressed in glam approached the slumped body of the runner, crouching to cup his face and stroke a thumb across the bags under his eyes, bleeding out with veins a bright red, the red of a freshly picked apple, the red line under a spelling error. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, putting her thumb over his lips and kissing her nail, before retreating and nodding curtly at the men around her. It was a signal, for they picked up the runner and began to tear off his clothes, leaving him stark naked, covered in purple bruises, tiny flowers on his skin.

Taehyung had seen things like this before- he was no stranger to the way the men beat the man with clubs and their boots, laughing at the way he retreated into his own skin, recoiling at every kick and screaming with every sickening club, until he accepted the fact that his body was their plaything. He watched, in morbid wonder, as they dragged him by his swollen balls to the center of the room, where a sharpened hook hanging from a chain off the ceiling swung threateningly, a bone being wagged in the face of a dog. The man whimpered, his eyes hurting, only barely making out his destination before his body shook violently.

The man picked him up as if he was a sack of sugar, with one hand around his neck, promptly planting him on the hook as if it were a throne. Now Taehyung had to close his eyes.

It was curling upwards, sharply, scraping every wall and nerve and good spot that ached. Yet, the men watched with wonder and satisfaction, clapping when he thrashed like a fish out of water. His legs were immobile, moving inches and with every movement came a grunt of pain, flashed with panic and agony from his rather pointy throne, and then the passing pain of his arm being cracked upwards.

The crack was loud.

From behind him, Taehyung heard Kyungmin make a small wheeze, hurrying into the back of the van, where Taehyung watched you pick her head up off the seats, your thumbs in a pool of vomit around her mouth. You didn’t even care about the sick on her knees, or the smell in your nose. Namjoon looked through the slot, dragging the divider up before the sound of retching made him sick, too.

You stopped listening to the retching, quietly shushing each whimper as Taehyung slowly started the van back up, grateful that he was covered by the sound of someone screaming in fucking agony. It felt so wrong, to be thankful of a tortured man. Cock and all, Taehyung was thankful he was screaming. The tyres of the van slowly rolled along the road, in the shadows, at a sluggish pace. Namjoon wiped away a line of sweat on his forehead, unable to look away from the man, thrashing like a pig, hanging like a sack of meat in a slaughterhouse, blood pooling now at the corner of his mouth, his eyes, his nose, dried blood at his ears.

It felt shit to feel thankful of someone’s screaming. Mostly, Taehyung was happy it was them and not him.

[vanaera]

The Origin of the Songs

Synopsis | Every 1st of September, Jungkook manages to have you huddled with him under the starry linen of the blanket on your heads as he blows the candle and makes wishes. What happens to his wish now when the blanket’s constellations are too short to bridge the gap between you and him?

Genre | Fluff for the fluff birthday boy (football!jk + childhood friend!you / college!au)

Wordcount |3,497

Disclaimer | GIF credits to the rightful owner. I downloaded this back then and can’t remember the content creator. If you know them, please let me know so I can credit them. I’m still trying to find them😅

Read more football!jk drabbles in The Prince and His Rose

               The first September 1 Jungkook spent with you was when you’re a five-year-old with star-filled eyes and blank gaps filling the spaces of your teeth. It was his first birthday party and of course you, the first friend he ever made since moving in town (and the first person he found amazing aside from his mom), are invited. At four o’clock in the afternoon with his balloons still flat and lifeless, Jungkook’s tiny fingers are struggling to open the wooden door for you.

               “Happy birthday, Kook!” you greeted him, voice squeaky as always whenever he meets up with you at the playground before school.

               Instead of returning the greeting, Jungkook’s one-tracked mind dives straight towards the white box you were holding. “What’s that?”

               “Oh, this? It’s cake! My mom helped me bake it,” you said as you let yourself in his home and put the box on the counter. The gesture already ingrained in you as you frequently come to his house to drop some dish your mom made or snacks you have, before you tell him another story of yours. You turned to face him, giggling as you met his skeptic gaze.

               “Chocolate?”

               “Chocolate,” you assured with a grin.

               Sure enough, it was indeed chocolate when his dad opened the box for him by five o’clock and a crowd of familiar faces surrounded him with songs of “happy birthday!” Everything was a haze at that time, save for the enticing cake in front of him and your contagious smile spreading on your face as you pose beside him when his mother called to take a picture. He never met someone who smiled that bright as you and he decides maybe it’s because he’s feeling giddy about another story you’ll tell him later.  Anyway, he blew the candle and wished for great things to come. He doesn’t know what to wish actually but at the sight of the candle, all he could remember was how you always said to “wish for great things” whenever you’ll pick a dandelion in the playground. When the party toned down, he found himself tired from the crowd. He invited you to his room to build pillow forts and grab flashlights as you tell him another faraway castle with a prince whose hair is filled with stardust. He doesn’t remember much about each detail of the story when he woke up, but he remembers how happy he felt with the idea of a star prince…and also the idea that maybe you’re the only person, aside from his mom, who he can never get tired of.

               The next birthdays passed with home-baked chocolate cakes and a small celebration with your family and his mom as he blew his 9th and 10th candles. Of course, the night ended with you telling him another story about another faraway prince with an ambition set so high up in the heavens.

               It was by his 11th birthday that you decided to bring a “map” along with your baked chocolate cake so you could tick off every dream the princes in your stories have accomplished. Jungkook just raised his brows and chuckled at your antics, thinking he’s old enough now for fairytales and princes. His friends tell him so. Well, you just have to prove him wrong after the cake is finished and the candle’s fire is blown out when you let your “map” blanket the dim black of their leather couch.

               “This is not a map! It’s a blanket!”

               “It’s a blanket and it’s a map!” you chuckled.

               Jungkook fixed his gaze at you, very perplexed. “I don’t get you.”

               “You see those stars?” You pointed to the blue, yellow, and green stars on the far right. “Remember the sea prince, the star prince, and the forest prince? If you haven’t noticed by now, their stories are interconnected and look! Their stars are right next to each other! Even the skies approve of it. Get me now?”

               Jungkook nods, letting his eyes wander the indigo space of your blanket and the thousand colored stars laced on it. He remembers the adventures of the fire prince and his ice princess when he spotted the orange star beside the crystal white one, and oh! The friendly dragon and the frail prince were on the far right – a huge olive star beside a tiny carnation one. Amazed as he is with the map of the stories you created for the both of you, his breath was only taken away when his eyes catch the glimmer of a golden star on the far left edge. However, it’s strange that it wasn’t beside another star. You only told him about friendships and victorious battles of the princes. You haven’t told him of a lone prince in one of your tales. He can’t even remember an existence of one.

               “Hey, what’s that golden star?” Jungkook asks.

                Your eyes immediately light up, “Oh, it’s my favorite prince!”

               Favorite prince? Jungkook tilts his head.

               “I haven’t told you about it yet because I’m still thinking how his adventures will happen,” you told him as you went to the far right of the couch. “But just to give you something,” you chuckled, “this star right here is very important to him. The most important to him, actually.” You tap another star and Jungkook follows your finger as his eyes land on the scarlet star, the same size as the golden star. Looking back at your favorite prince, Jungkook only realizes the scarlet star is the only one aligned to the golden star. The rest are a centimeter higher or lower on the indigo space.

               “What’s that red star then?” Jungkook finds himself looking at your face, curiosity seeping in his bones.

               “It’s his rose.”

               “Rose?”

               “Rose. And he loves it very much,” you smiled.

               Jungkook can’t grasp well the idea of love yet but if you say the Golden Prince is indeed in love with the rose, then he’ll believe you. The scarlet tinge of the star is indeed attractive, no wonder the Golden prince will adore it. But maybe it’s just his bias to anything colored in any relative hue of red speaking. Nevertheless, Jungkook thinks your idea is amazing.

               “He’ll have adventures, right?”

               “Yes, he’ll have the most adventures than any prince in the universe.”

               The night of his birthday ended with constellations up on your heads with a flashlight in your hand to let him visually trail the paths the crystal prince took to return to his lost kingdom. Jungkook then decided that map of yours must always be available for the two of you whenever you feel like making an adventure. You happily agreed with a tingling laugh.

               The rest of his birthdays were spent with your family and his, sometimes with his and your friends. But what always remained constant were your sweet chocolate cake, his candle wishes which turned to hopes of great things to come to the both of you, and your map that will blanket you two under the tales of fantasies and happiness before you wish him goodnight. You kept this tradition constant when you went through the teenage angst of high school and until now in the whirlwind of college. Even when your schedules are giant obstacles for your cakes and blanket to align with September 1, you and Jungkook manages to look for loopholes that can lead for your two lines to meet up. Whether it’s cramped under a stormy night in a desolate 7-11 store, in a grand restaurant enough to accommodate his and your friends, in a warm get- together with your families when you’re able to go to your hometown, or even in an illegal escapade in your rooms praying your RAs won’t catch you, his birthday and wishes will always be spent with you.

               That’s why in the cold morning of one September 1, Jungkook was frowning from his side of the screen even after you just greeted him a gleeful “Happy Birthday!” that sounded so melodious in his ears.

               “What do you mean you won’t be able to come over?”

               “I – Jungkook, I have to go back home to retrieve the paper my dumb self left in my room last Saturday.” You brought the screen of your phone around your surrounding, letting his eyes take in the familiar bus the both of you always take when you’re going back home. “See? I’m already in the bus,” you returned the camera back to your cold flushed face. “Luckily I’m free this day so I can totally pass the paper by Friday on time. Though I have to take the earliest bus tomorrow to make it on time tomorrow.”

               Jungkook’s hand runs through his hair. “What–what if I come with you today?”

               “Hell no, Kook! You have a week worth of practice before you take on the Heatherfields next week. FYI, the inter-uni football league is next week. Coach Bang will kill you - and me, when he finds out he’ll miss his star player just because of his bestfriend’s dumb ass.”

               “Stop calling yourself dumb.”

               “Okay,” you breathe out. You look at his black hooded figure as you try to erase the frown settled on his lips. It’s his birthday, he shouldn’t be sulking like a loser. “Hey, let me tell you a joke.”

               “…Fine.”

               “Remember that time Seokjin was casted by the Drama club to be the ethereal lord with a dead girlfriend?”

               “I thought this was supposed to be a joke.”

               “Wait for it!” you exclaim to which he giggled.

               “Fine, fine, okay I remember,” Jungkook laughs.

               “So, that scene when he’s all sentimental and stuff then goes right out of the door to get soaked under the rain, don’t you think he’s really Kim SOAKjin?”

               Seems like your tactic worked when giggles erupted from his form, hands covering the lower part of his face as he chuckles before he releases them to full out laugh, “Oh my god, you did not just do that!”

               “Hell yeah, I did,” you laugh along, the pink tinge across your cheeks making Jungkook chuckle more.

               Damn, you look cute.

               When the giggles toned down, you hear him clearing his throat as he places his hands across his desk. “So you really won’t be able to come no matter what?”

               “Sadly, no,” you bite your lip, feeling the guilt of being unable to keep up the tradition you built with him. Your birthdays and his are established important occasions to both of you and you’ve been able to meet between the lines and deadlines for two years since the start of college. Your horribly conflicting schedules in junior year just have to be the biggest bitch right now. Dismissing bitter thoughts, you put a grin on your face again. “Say what, tomorrow when I come back, I’ll bring you two chocolate cakes! TWO!” you make a peace sign with your hands and shove it to the screen of your phone.

               “Okay, okay. I accept the amendment,” Jungkook says. Fingers twiddling with the strings of his hoodie, he knows it’s time to say farewell to you when you excused yourself for a minute to fix your belongings as more passengers enter the vicinity, a signal that the bus will soon leave.

               “Okay, I’m back.” You appear back on screen, grinning.

               “You’ve covered yourself enough for the cold?”

               “Mhmm,” you raise up your hand covered in your white puffy jacket, the seams of your thick rose sweater visible at the cuffs. Jungkook could also see glimpses of the red knitted scarf he made for your last year’s birthday folded on your lap. The thought of you wrapping it close around your neck later makes his chest warm.

               “Okay, have a safe trip and tell my folks I said hi.”

               “Sure will do, Star Kook!”

               “Okay, bye,” Jungkook waves.

               “Byeee,” you wave back.

               “Bye-bye.”

               “Byebye.”

               “Byeeeee.”

               “Byeeeee byeeeeeeee.”

               “Why aren’t you ending the call?”

                You tilt your head to the side, “’Cause you’re not ending it.”

               “Damn, it, I’ll end the call. Bye bye.” And Jungkook taps the red icon.

//

                 “Man, you like Y/N so much.”

               Jungkook chokes on his sandwich. Taehyung claps his back while grabbing some tissue to hand him. When he composed himself, Jungkook’s face suddenly flushes.“What-what the hell Tae? Where did that come from?”

               “See, you’re flushing with just the thought of it!”

               “I do not!” Jungkook almost screams. The scolding glare of Seokjin at the other end of the table makes the younger mumble an apology and lower down his voice. Jungkook looks back at his obnoxious friend who’s full out guffawing in front of him.

               “The more you deny it, the more it is indeed true,” Taehyung lets out in fit of giggles. Seeing the indifferent look in Jungkook’s face, he sits straighter and tries to point out again the conclusion he’s always proposing to the kid for months now. “Look at your face, you totally look like eating with us is not as fun as eating lunch with Y/N. When you’re with her, you’re full out laughing your ass every now and then. Y/N is not even that funny.” 

               “Hey, Y/N is funny!” Jungkook huffs.

              “Of course, she is. In your eyes, that is,” Taehyung chuckles. “I can’t even tell if her jokes are even jokes in the first place. She jokes worse than Seokjin.”

               “Hey!–

               Taehyung cuts their older friend and points at Jungkook, “Look, even without her here, you have that lovestruck look in your eyes when I mentioned her name.”

              “I’m not lovestruck! I don’t...have that look for her.”

              Taehyung cups his jaw, eyes glinting. “Then why do you look so down having lunch with us?”

              “I’m just – just,” Jungkook looks up thinking of a word to put it, “upset – yeah - upset because we won’t be able to meet up later. That’s that. I don’t miss her.” Jungkook doesn’t know who he’s trying to convince – his friend or him?

               “Yeah, upset just like that other day when you saw Jongin ask Y/N about the presentation at the drama club,” Namjoon snorts.

               “Hey, in my defense, that ballet boy is just irritating as hell and Y/N’s just nice enough to tolerate him – which I cannot do. Over.my.dead.body.”

               “He’s actually nice and he gets along with Y/N well,” Jimin chips in. “Why not make friends with him, too?”

                Jungkook frowns, “That’s clearly off-topic and hell no, I’d rather die than listen to him breathe.”

                “What did Jongin ever do to you?” Taehyung laughs, amused bewilderment across his features that also start to irritate Jungkook.

               “I don’t know. I just don’t like him.” Jungkook diverts his attention back to his sandwich. Why do his dumb friends always have to mention Jongin along the tornado of his feelings for you? Jongin is just plainly irritating and it doesn’t have to do with him getting jealous or stuff. Totally not.

               “Okay, I’ll drop the topic. It was just nice seeing you worked up and annoyed –“

               “-That’s because you’re an ass.”

               “That I admit just for now to pacify our ever hot-blooded Jungkookie. Anyway,” Taehyung fixes his seat, “without Y/N or not, the dinner at Vincent’s is still on, okay? Don’t sulk too much.”

               Jungkook just hums.

               After the practice on the field, Jungkok went to Vincent’s for their reservation and the night was somehow fun. Yoongi got him a pair of headphones he’s been eyeing in the record shop nearby, Namjoon paired up with Hoseok to give him another Iron Man mini figure he’s collecting, Seokjin gave him some cash (‘cause graduating future news anchor friend of his is too busy nowadays), while Taehyung and Jimin bought him another perfume. The pizza and board games was fun. Especially when he won against Seokjin in Monopoly and he beat Namjoon in scrabble for the very first time. Although Jungkook thinks Namjoon deliberately let him win just because it’s his birthday, a victory is still a victory. But no matter how much he’s already happy with his birthday night, Jungkook can’t deny something is still missing.

               Lying on the football field after he parted ways with his friends, Jungkook finds it hard to be contented. You texted him around five in the afternoon that you just got home and maybe the prolonged silence after that is what drives him up the wall. You may have fallen asleep from the long travel, or maybe you’re out with your family – it’s totally understandable. But why isn’t he settled with just a birthday wish from you even if you’re the first one to ever greet him this day?  Why isn’t he satisfied with just at least seeing your face and hearing your voice? Focusing his eyes up ahead into the heavens of countless of stars he and you made a version of your own, Jungkook thinks he has the answer evident long enough to these questions.                

 //

                 After fixing the cartons of cake you’ll bring tomorrow in the refrigerator, you bid your parents and younger brother goodnight as you make your way to your bedroom. The whole trip was tedious just for one hefty paper you left at home over the weekends but at least, you got to spend some time with your family before you head into the big city again. Your bags are already arranged and you’re well set up for another early morning wake-up alarm. Switching off your bedside lava lamp, you’re about to delve into much-needed sleep when–

              “Hey, psst!”

              “What the fuck-” You turn on your bedroom lights and head to the windows where the voice came from and–

               “Jungkook?!”

               “Hi,” Jungkook waves, grinning, “Would you let me in?”

               “What the fuck you’re doing at the window? You could just knock on the door and let yourself in.” Despite your expletives, the warm smile on your barefaced skin knocks the air out of Jungkook (though he won’t admit that) as he pulls himself in your room with a loud “thud!”, the sound much louder than he intended to be thanks to his large ass duffel bag.

               “Why the hell did you go here? It’s a freaking long travel!” You chortled, helping him up on his feet.

               “I can’t sleep on my birthday,” Jungkook gulps. “I need you by my side wishing candles on the cake you made and I want that starry blanket of yours too,” Jungkook blurts out and though he doesn’t want to meet your gaze, he could sense the warmth suddenly emanating from you.

               “Okay, birthday boy. I’ll get the cake.”

               Sure enough, a few minutes later, you’re on your wooden floorboards with a chocolate cake in front of you as your blanket lay atop of your heads.

               “Sorry, I’m not prepared to have enough candles today,” you apologized, rubbing your arm.

               “It’s okay, at least you got one,” Jungkook chuckled.

               In the serene night and pink glow of your room, your voice suddenly fills his ears.

               “Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you

               Happy birthday, dear Jungkook,

               Happy birthday to you.”

               Jungkook sits stupefied, blank face watching yours smile so wide and so bright, his chest rumbles with a melody he never heard before, or actually failed to hear. It can’t be - Shit, damn it, I really do like her. And he knows he can’t deny it anymore when you meet his gaze, soft waves of your hair framing a face he never thought in his life he would call beautiful until now.

               “Make a wish, Kook.”

               Jungkook almost stops breathing. Your breath fanning his cheeks, making his hair on his neck stand. Your lips are mere centimeters away from his and everything about you, you, and you filling his senses that he just- “Okay I’ll make a wish now.”

                He blows the candle and he finds himself staring at your amused face again.

               “I didn’t imagine we could actually keep up the birthday tradition today.”

               Jungkook’s lips pull into a contented smile.“Me too.”

               Before you can tear your gaze away from him, Jungkook’s hand clasps around yours. “Would you–would you mind telling me the story of the Prince and His Rose again?”

               “Of course not, Kook.”

               With chocolate cake half-finished and small plates covered in remnants of the sweet treat, you tell him about the story of a love filled with devotion as it encompasses whatever distance and opposing gravitational pulls the indigo swirls of the universe inflicts. The idea of the golden prince and his determination for his rose and the rose’s entrustment of her petals to the prince would forever warm Jungkook’s insides. It already started to make birds out of his ribcage to sing out melodies of adoration synonymous to the prince.

               Lying on the extra mattress you provided for him on the floor, Jungkook doesn’t know if you’re already asleep or not, but he still tries. “Do…Do the prince and his rose always end up together?”

               “…Always.”

               He doesn’t know if it’s actually you or your subconscious talking to him, but it sure does lighten his chest he felt he could just combust right here, right now with just–just everything he suddenly felt just because of the thought of finally knowing what it’s like to adore someone so much. It’s new–too new for him but Jungkook knows he won’t regret anything that led him to this if he gets to feel this way.

               I hope they do. I wished for it to happen so.

Epilogue:

Fuck, Tae, I really do like her.

You finally realized just now?!

A/N | First of all, I didn’t actually plan to make a birthday fic for our honey bunny Jungkook, but anyways enjoy my impromptu post for our golden prince! Jeon Jungkook, I hope you continue fulfilling your dreams and I wish you the best in your endeavors! I love you so much!

(BTW I’m currently working and editing on some requests, just in case you’re curious about the requests you sent me. I want to make them with the best I can so I hope you’ll continue your support and cheer for me. Thank you so much!)

P.S. The Unread messages fic will be updated!

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[storytimefromthecreed]

Vigilante AU: Sonny Carisi

(Part 6)

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Mike took her hands and turned them over. In them, he placed headphones. “These will work better. A friend at the FBI made them for me, so we’ll be able to communicate on a private channel. Also, we need to train you on how to handle larger targets because we only got out of that DV by pure luck.” Mike nodded to himself, and pulled out a similar headset for Sonny. Sonny looked at it like it was a snake.

“What? What are you doing? I thought we had a deal?” (Y/N) asked, and Mike ran a hand through his hair.

“New deal. You asked me what I thought, and I think we need The Vigilante. You bring the people hope, and you give the bad guys fear. We need that. We can use that. But we’re going to have to do this better. So,” Mike set his shoulders back and readied himself. “Tell me how this works.”

“You wanna know everything?” Disbelief colored her tone, but the realization that he wasn’t arresting her made her giddy. “Are you serious?”

“How are we going to operate as a team without clear communication?” Mike looked to her and then Sonny.

Sonny tucked his headset into his pocket and escorted Mike to the couch. “I’ll make coffee.”

....

Mike was a godsend. He took the load off of her when it came to worrying about Sonny in the field, and he comforted Sonny in looking out for her when she was out and about. Having him over became not so strange of a sight. They ate together, hung out together, and trained together. It became the best year of their life.

“You’re going to have to change your fighting style.” Mike sipped his coffee and read the news. 

“What do you mean?” Sonny got defensive and shot Mike a look dripping with judgement. “Hasn’t she kicked both of our asses more than once? We’ve been doing this a long time, Mike. We got this.”

“No talking business at the table.” (Y/N) refilled Mike’s coffee and took a seat beside Sonny. Sonny lifted a forkful of eggs and ushered it into her mouth as he continued with Mike. 

“She has, but I’m learning her moves which means that others can learn too. All I’m saying is that maybe we need to work a little more on actual fighting and not just evading.”

Sonny nodded, now understanding. “Yea, you’re right.”

“Guys, can you stop talking about me like I’m not here?” She said, but they were already excited.

“Can we change the look?”

“We just upgraded the suit and weapons.”

“She looks like a killer.”

“Mike, she’s not supposed to look friendly. Bad guys are supposed to be scared of her.” Mike nodded. It made sense. 

“Ok, meeting over? Don’t you guys have jobs?” Sonny checked his smartwatch.

“We gotta go, Dodds.” Sonny kissed her before leaving the table and grabbing his stuff. 

“Go. Save the world.” She gave Mike his badge and he gave her a hug goodbye. Sonny gave her a kiss before walking out the door. Then the boys were off.

....

“Sir, put the gun down. We don’t want to hurt you.” Mike said, and he tapped the door just above the lock. Sonny nodded, wheeled back, and kicked. The door flew open, and Mike ran in first. Sonny close behind. They got the stituation under control and were able to cuff the perp and walk him to the car of a uni before she arrived. 

“Good job.” She said through her coms. Mike drove he and Sonny back to the station, and Sonny tried to hide his smile at her voice in his ear. “Do you even need me here?”

“Back up is always nice to have.” Sonny smiled, looking up at the skyline to see if he could spot her. 

“I’ll hang around and see if you need anything else, but I think I’m gonna call it an early night.”

“Sounds good.”

(Y/N) watched them take the perp in, and then proceeded to camp and see if they needed her. They were in interrogation, so she turned off her wire to let them focus. A shadow moved beside her, and she undid her blades as she was rushed.

The shadow kicked her ribs and sent her sprawled to the ground. (Y/N) tightened her fist and it connected with her assailant’s face. Her assailant groaned and pulled back, and (Y/N) kicked back to allow her space. She undid her blade and threw one at the assailant’s shoulder. This person was fast. They ducked down, and the blade clattered against the ground. A flash of silver headed to her,  and she barely put her hand up to defend herself before the blade hit her. Her new leather wristlets were no match for the blade and it dug into her skin. 

(Y/N) ducked to remove it, and found a knife to her neck when she did so. “You’re getting slow, sister.”

“Leah.” (Y/N) growled. “What are you doing here?”

“More importantly,” her little sister returned her blade to her side and grabbed the one from (Y/N)’s hand. She examined the blood dripping off of it with a smirk. “Why are you still so slow?”

“Good lesson, I’ll make sure to get faster. Are we done?”

“Not quite, big sister.” Leah smiled, and (Y/N)’s fist tightened. 

“What do you want?”

“It’s what you want.” Leah returned her blade into her wristlet, and flexed her hands. “This little world you’ve made for yourself? I think you want to keep it.” The mention of her life made her tense, but she didn’t react. Leah wanted her to react. “A storm’s coming, sister dearest, and I would be careful if I were you. I found you, you don’t think the others will?”

“So you’re with them, hm? I always knew the Brotherhood never sat well with you. Congrats.”

“Don’t get all sentimental with me. I am here to warn you. There is a war coming and this thing you’ve been doing here is gathering too much attention. All I’m saying is, if I were you, I would hurry up and pick a side.”

“I don’t pick sides.” (Y/N) watched Leah overlook the station. A curious look in her eyes.

“That’s gonna get you killed. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Then she leapt off the building.

....

“Your family? The one that wants to kill you?” Mike took a seat and Sonny was quiet. His hands were folded into prayer hands, and he covered his face with this.

“Well, only my little sister, but that’s not the point. Leah could’ve killed me tonight, but she didn’t.”

“That’s....comforting.” Mike searched for his words. “What do we have to do about it?”

“There’s nothing we can do. Her warning was just that, a warning. Something is going to happen, guys, and I just wanted to warn you. The streets are going to be more dangerous than ever now.”

“We’re keep that in mind.” Mike gathered his coat. “Thanks for the dinner and the heads up. How about we take it slow for a few nights? See how things go?” (Y/N) nodded in agreement, and bid Mike goodnight.

Sonny was still silent. When he did speak, his voice was flat.

“You never told me you had a sister.” Sonny cocked a brow. (Y/N) paced nervously in the livingroom. “You told me family stuff was-”

“Complicated. Looks like I’m gonna have to tell you the short end of it then. My sister Leah has always been the black sheep in our family. We grew up in the same life. I left it behind and came to New York to start over.”

“Where you became a vigilante instead.” Sonny nodded along. That explained how she knew the things she did.

“Yea, but it looks like Leah joined the bad guys. Both sides have been fighting for forever, one side believes freewill is right and the other believes peace should be forced. I left that life behind me a long time ago. But it looks like the two are fighting in the city. They want me to pick a side before things get ugly.”

“Then don’t pick one. Just stay out of it.”

“It’s not that simple, Sonny. People are going to die. Babe, my sister stabbed me just to prove she could.” (Y/N) raised her forearm and showed him the bandages. “She’d kill you if she doesn’t get an answer.”

“We’re not getting bullied like this.” Sonny said sternly. “They wanna fight? Let them. Mike and I are NYPD. Whatever these groups are, they’ve never taken on a gang like ours.” Finally, he stood and went over to her. “I’m not letting anything happen to you. I swear.”

(Y/N) nestled into Sonny’s arms. “It’s not me I’m worried about.”

....

No sooner had Leah warned her, had the storm arrived. The city was in turmoil. Gangs rose up, there was fighting in the streets. It was madness.

So when (Y/N) got the call, her heart dropped. “Where?”

Sonny was pale in his hospital bed. His hair was messy and his clothes blood stained. It was difficult seeing the tubes sticking out of his arm. The bullet missed vital organs, thank god.

“Fancy meeting you here, doll.” Sonny reached out a hand, and she took it. Taking a seat beside him, she fixed his hair. It wasn’t that she thought he needed it, she just needed something to do. “You’re really pretty.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” Tears rimmed her eyes, and she chuckled. This displaced them, and they ran down her cheeks. With the back of her hand, she wiped her face.

“Don’t cry. I’m on some really good drugs. I can’t even tell that I fell.” Sonny kissed her hand, but basically just slapped her hand to his face. “Mwah.”

“Dom, you were shot.” (Y/N) took a seat beside him.

His eyes widened. “I was shot?!” 

“Don’t think about it. Go to sleep.” She lowered her chin to the bed and Sonny carressed her face. Or tried to. He palmed her face and gave it a squish.

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” His voice quivered, and she took his hand off her face and kissed it. Then she rose and kissed his lips. He hummed, and then whinced. 

“Sorry.” (Y/N) took a seat and then kissed his hand. Seeing him in pain broke her heart, and a tiny flame of anger ignited.

“Don’t be. You make me feel better.” Sonny closed his eyes and went to sleep.

(Y/N) stepped into the hallway when the doctor wanted to check on Sonny. 

“Do you want to die?” (Y/N) said when Leah appeared at her side.

“Hey, I didn’t want this to happen.” Leah grew serious. “He doesn’t deserve this.”

“What do you know? Why are you here? Think I won’t take you out right now?” Anger reflected in her eyes, and Leah put her hands up.

“I’m just here to talk.”

“Then talk.” They talked until Amanda appeared down the hall. When (Y/N) looked back, her sister was gone.

[mochixjimin]

Baby, It’s Cold Outside...

Jung Hoseok| BTS| singledad!au

a/n: for the anonnie who asked for this, thanks fam, you really broke my writer’s block. plus i’m finally on break from uni hehe

The frigid, brazen afternoon skies of the Busan air nipped the flushed skin of her face as she adamantly opposed his glove-clad hands, “Jihae, please cover up. It’s freezing out here, I don’t want you getting sick.”

“But Daddy, I’m too hot! I want to go home, why are we even here?” Jihae brusquely said and made a feeble attempt to tug away from him once again.

Feeling defeated, Hoseok stopped his attempts at lacing the fuzzy scarf around his daughter, looked at her, and simply exhaled, “You know where we are going. Every year since we’ve been going to visit your mother. It wouldn’t be right to not see her, don’t you agree sweetie?”

“No! I hate her! I don’t want to go, why do you keep making me see her?” She yelled, causing passerby’s turn their heads in annoyance and distaste at the father failing to quiet his young daughter from having a tantrum on the street.

“Jihae. Never say that again, I don’t want to hear those words come from your mouth ever. You understand that saying such things aren’t true and I won’t have it; your mother has always wanted the best for you, don’t disrespect her.” He sternly warned, leaving the child to quit her brazen words for the time being.

“I understand Daddy, I’m sorry. But do we have to go so soon? Can we stop to get some hot cocoa before, she likes cocoa; maybe she’ll be happy if we get her some! That always made her smile before,” Jihae cheeringly suggested with Hoseok in agreeance. He always loved to make his girls happy.

“Ah, Jihae, go get a table for us, the line is quite long and you should go warm up by the fireplace.”

Nodding and already turning to go to the play area with warmth and toys just dying to be played with, “Okay Daddy! Remember cinnamon and extra marshmallows!”

Looking at her smiling, Hoseok simply gestured a thumbs up followed up with a silly face to make her laugh loudly, “I know, I won’t forget, go play!”

“Jihae, are you sure you can carry that, you look like you’re struggling.” Hoseok commented while looking at his daughter holding the hot cocoa with both hands and a very determined look on her face, “Nope, I’m fine daddy, I can do it! I’m six now, I’m a big girl!” She aired, with a wide, toothless smile at her father.

Hoseok let out a light chuckle, pinched her rosy cheek, and went back to looking forward in their path “Okay, okay, I understand Ms. Jung, anything else that big girls do?”

There was a lull in the conversation, leading Hoseok into suspicion, “Jihae?”

There she was; that scarf, it matched the one Hoseok stuffed in pocket earlier. Jihae couldn’t help but feel all the wind get knocked out her body, “Mommy?!” In that instance, she dropped the three lukewarm cups full of cocoa, browning the street block, running at full speed into the street, tears dusting her eyes “M-mommy!! I knew you would come back!”

It was as if it all happened in an instant, like a light suddenly burning out. Hoseok screamed, feeling like the candle had blown out. This was it; his knees giving out trying to grab the small of her back, “Jihae no! Don’t run into the street!”

Hearing the screech of cars on the street, his eyes closed, and he folded in on himself I-I’ve failed. She’s gone, my baby girl. My sunshine. My will. My reason.

Until a familiar voice rang out, large wails and screams for him, “Daddy! Daddy!”

He all but leapt to his toes and ran out into the now stopped traffic where he saw his daughter and a stranger, “Jihae, what in the hell were you thinking!? You could have been seriously hurt! How could you do something so stupid?” He scolded all while tightly gripping her, tears profusely pouring from his eyes, never wanting to let her out of his sight ever again.

“I-I” Jihae tried to speak through broken breaths, “I thought it was Mommy! The scarf was the same and I don’t know, I’m sorry daddy! I’m sorry!” She finished, breaking down into tears once more.

Hoseok turned to see the woman, still in shock over the previous events that just occurred, “Excuse me, you saved my daughter? How could you just run into the street like that?!”

“Oh, um, well I thought I heard someone call me and then when I turned, she was running. On the bright side, she could be a track star, I mean she was practically on the curb,” the woman added, trying to lighten up the situation.

“Well, whatever it may be, thank you.” Hoseok expressed gratitude for your presence.

“No really, it’s no big deal, but what is the scarf? I got this old thing from a thrift shop a long time ago, it’s really nothing.” She nonchalantly added, running a hand over the hat covering her tight coils of hair that would be sprawled all over the place if not for the beanie she added last minute to her outfit.

“Well, that scarf is the same as this one I have in my pocket, you see?” Hoseok mentioned as he slipped the blue and white knit scarf from his pocket, “This scarf was Jihae’s mothers’ and she passed away three years ago and every year since then we go to her grave and spend time with her for a while, then make a Christmas prediction for the New Year. Jihae’s still having trouble dealing with her passing, and I don’t know what came over her.”

Jihae finally calmed down, and able to respond, “Daddy, it wasn’t just the scarf! She reminds me of mommy!”

The two of you awkwardly looked towards each other and laughed uncomfortably, “Well, I guess I should introduce myself, I’m ____, I see this cute little bug is Jihae and you are?” She gracefully navigated around Jihae’s words to now question you.

“Oh, yes, uh, I’m Hoseok. Want to get out the street now, I can see people beginning to stare…” He muttered shyly, not enjoying the attention the three of you were getting from the people looking at you like strange people.

“Oh! Yes, of course! There’s a café we can go in actually, I was just about to stop in there honestly.” She aired, quickly going back to the safety of the sidewalk where you could continue the conversation inside away from the elements.

“Okay! So I have two hot chocolates here for you two ladies and an Americano for myself.” Hoseok announced as he passed out the drinks to Jihae and ___, “Anything else before I sit down?”

“Yeah, can you get me some cinnamon? It’s weird, but I love putting it on my hot chocolate.” ____ responded, making Jihae smile brightly and then share a look with Hoseok, yet he coughed lightly and answered, “Yes, sure. I’ll be right back.”

After the drinks and over an hour of talking with ____, the topic of what you two do for work came up, Jihae cutely interrupted, “Hey! I have a job too! I’m the line leader at school and I get to pass out the assignments in class!”

___ feigning awe aired, “Oh wow! Jihae, that is so amazing! Beats my job, all I do is boring paperwork and talk to kids all day! I don’t even get to color when I want! Can we trade?” She joked, laughing inward at her words, “What do you do Hoseok?”

“Ooh! Daddy’s job is so so cool, ___-ssi, he gets to tour the world! We even went to America once, I had so much fun! I want to go back, but he and my uncles are on break now. I can’t wait until they can start working again!” Jihae interjected, making Hoseok grin at her enthusiasm over his career.

Hoseok rubbed his neck and stared shyly at ___, “Ah, Jihae is somewhat correct, I do tour the world, but for Christmas our company let us enjoy the holidays. Are you familiar with BTS?”

She removed her jacket and gloves to show more of the reddish-brown of her warmed up arms and hands to pull off the beanie to take the pastel dyed ringlets of her hair in two haphazard buns out her semi-tired, but surprised eyes at the question, “Oh whoa, how could I not notice. Jung Hoseok, oh that’s chill.”

“That’s chill? You’re not freaking out?” He aired in confusion.

“Oh, do you want me to freak? It’s not that big of a deal, I loved your mixtape though, and y’alls music is fire.” She snickered to herself at the lame joke she made.

He guffawed and answered, “Yes, I see, you are familiar with our music, I see. Well, I don’t want to bore you, but you said you work with kids, are you like a daycare worker?”

“I wish! It would probably be way easier but no, I’m a children’s psychologist at the local school around here, Busan International actually.” She said, fiddling with the sapphire ring on her index finger.

Just then, Jihae hurriedly spoke up, “Ah! Ah! I go there!! How come I never see you, ____-ssi!?”

“Well, I just started there last week, I used to teach back home, but I wanted to do something new, so come see me when you get back to school cutie, can talk about anything you want. Stop by my office whenever!” She responded, giving the excited child a light pinch of the cheeks, making Jihae break into a fit of giggles, allowing Hoseok to watch at the two of them as if it were life before.

“Well, that was more time than I intended for us to spend in the café…” Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck once more and trailed off.

“It’s fine, I really had nothing to do today, I’ve only been here for a couple months, so I just wanted to explore the city.” ____ quickly responded, “I hope I didn’t infringe on you two’s plans for today…”

“No, no, it’s okay, this is actually around the time we go, it was nice to meet you, ____, I hope I-I mean we can see you again,” Hoseok added, quickly speeding over his mistake in words.

She laughed, and retorted the same sentiments, pulling her phone out the navy winter jacket pocket, “Same here, why don’t I give you my number and then you and Jihae can show me around this beautiful city? How about it, what do you think Jihae?”

Jihae, all but bounced, happily nodding up and down, “Yes! Go, Daddy, hurry up! Give her your number now!”

Hoseok chuckled and began to type his number in on the phone, “Well here you go, and you better call. Jihae gets impatient and will ask me every single day until you do.”

“You can count on it, Jung Hoseok. See you around. ” She smiled once more, waved goodbye, and turned on her worn boots to walk the other direction.

“Gosh Daddy, she was veeeeery pretty. What do you think Mommy will say?” Jihae inquired as he watched her disappear into the crowded street ahead.

“I don’t know, sweetheart, but let’s worry about that another day. I have a lot to say to your mother and I don’t think a couple days will cover it, but let’s go before it gets too dark out.” He responded, walking back across the street to continue their mission with an array of thoughts all over his mind.

[jincherie]

Timid Mini Scenario | Uno

Companion piece to Timid, set in the 2 months before they got the call about the cafe, but after Sweets. Pairing: Jimin x Reader Genre: fluff, Hybrid!AU Words: this one is fucken 4.4k+  Warnings: none Notes: The second and final “drabble”, which I have been informed by the lovely @kitten-dont​ is actually more of a sequel than anything, but I digress. The next thing I will be writing for Timid after this is pt 2, an actual sequel, so look forward to that! Although it might not be out for a while (uni resumes for me in a week!). Also don’t mind this it’s a bit of a mess and I was up until 4:30 writing it<3 

Jungkook and Taehyung come over for a night of fun and games that result in Jimin realising that his feelings for a certain someone have changed and not in a way he was expecting.

Masterlist || Original oneshot. Timid | Companion short. Sweets 

The sheer fervour with which Taehyung was knocking on your front door had your fingers itching for a club to beat him with. You hadn’t seen him in a long while, since the café, and already before you’d even laid eyes on him you already wanted to kill him.

“Kim Taehyung you better stop trying to break down my door with your fist or you’re not going to be having very much fun tonight.” You warned, a promise in your tone as you approached the vibrating wooden slab, the knocking ceasing at last.

“Finally! My god, you took so long!” you heard Taehyung exclaim from the other side. You almost didn’t open the door for him. Taehyung’s voice was clearer now that the obstacle between you was gone, and the instance there was enough space to squeeze through he was barrelling past you and into your home, ever the excited pup.

“It’s so cold and you left us outside for so long!” he whined, the spitting image of a sulking puppy as he stood shivering in the small hallway, arms and tail wrapped around himself and his big puppy eyes staring straight into yours. You made a face at him.

“Hey y/n.” You turned to see Jungkook still waiting outside for you to invite him in, shivering where he stood. You instantly cooed, grasping his hands and tugging him inside before shutting the door behind him.

“Aww, Kookie! Are you okay?! You’re shivering so much! Let’s get you warmed up…” you wrapped him in a hug, shuffling you both over in the direction of the living room and making the bunny hybrid laugh at your antics. Taehyung whined, following behind you.

“Hey! Hey! I’m the cutest puppy here, not to mention your bestest friend, so why does Kookie get all the worry and concern?! Hey- y/n~! I’m cold too! Brrrr! See?!”

Jimin, who had been waiting in the living room for you and your guests to arrive, laughed when he saw the scene you dragged in with you, jumping up to give both the males a hug. “Desperate doesn’t suit you, Taehyung.”

You snickered, noting how just a month or so ago Jimin wouldn’t have been anywhere near as open or comfortable in a situation involving you. And now he was here, looking at ease and grinning cheekily at his puppy hybrid friend as he joked with him in front of you. You’d come so far, and it warmed your heart.

While your time with Jimin was going well, you could tell that lately he’d been missing his friends. Back at the café they’d all practically roomed together, and now he wasn’t anywhere near them and hadn’t seen them in weeks. So, you’d invited Jungkook and Taehyung over for a sleepover, the two hybrids eager to agree and see their fluffy friend. Tonight was going to be a night of fun and just enjoying the company of your friends, watching movies and probably playing some games later if Taehyung had his way.

“I got the pizzas already, so let’s all sit and put the first movie on.” You suggested, plopping down on one of the couches, the spot next to you quickly being filled by Jimin. You tried to ignore how his eagerness made your heart skip a beat, averting your attention to Jungkook and Taehyung as they wrestled for the other spare spot on your other side. Jungkook won, like pretty much everyone except Taehyung had expected, and slotted his firm bunny tush between your own and the side of the couch. You suspected his winning edge had been those powerful bun thighs.

Taehyung whined again, before literally jumping so he was laying across all of you. You let out a groan and Jungkook wheezed, the puppy hybrid having landed (probably purposefully, if you were being honest) on his junk with his elbow. Jimin looked appalled, but even then couldn’t help the laughter tumbling forth from his plush lips, eyes closing as he grinned. Jimin’s laughter was infectious, and soon all of you were laughing as you all grabbed the paper plates on the table before you and some slices of pizza. You pressed play on the movie you’d chosen and the night was off to a good start.

You were content to laze and watch movies with your friends, Jungkook and Jimin seeming to agree with that sentiment, but you should have known after all your years of friendship with Taehyung that the same would not be the case for the hyperactive puppy with too much energy and too many mischievous thoughts flying around in that pretty head. Halfway into your second movie he began to grow antsy, shuffling and shifting uncomfortably over everyone’s laps. You turned your attention to him, knowing any second now he’d break and—

“y/n, Kookie, Jiminie~! Let’s play a game!” he whined, rolling off you all into a standing position and jumping up and down. Yep. There it was. The whining and begging.

You resigned yourself to your fate, but Jimin and Jungkook seemed interested in the pitch Taehyung was throwing them.

“What kind of games?” Jungkook asked excitedly, scooting forward in his seat.

Taehyung flashed him a foxy smile. “Truth or Da—“

“No,” you interrupted, ignoring his pout. “Last time I played that with you I ended up doing something so embarrassing I couldn’t look certain people in the eye for weeks. No way, nuh-uh. That game is banned in this household.”

Realisation dawned over Taehyung’s features as he remembered the particular game you were talking about, causing him to burst out into laughter that sounded more like a cackle than anything. Jimin and Jungkook shot you curious looks but you refused to divulge; it was still just too embarrassing to talk about.

Taehyung calmed down, wiping a stray tear from his eye. “Ah, good times.” He said, grinning at you. “Okay then, how about Uno?”

You groaned, because you and he both knew that you had the absolute worst luck at Uno, but at Jimin and Jungkook’s excited looks you didn’t have the heart to refuse. “Fine, I’ll go get it.”

Taehyung cheered, Jungkook joining in and Jimin merely smiling after you. Taehyung caught sight of the look and realisation took him, the gears in his brain beginning to work and churn. He bit his lip to stop the devious smile from spreading to his face and alerting his prey to his plans. He needed to tell Jungkook soon so that they could team up for this, but couldn’t do it until Jimin was distracted.

Luckily you came back just in time, the box of Uno cards in your hands, and like a gift straight from the heavens you tripped at the entrance to the living room. Jimin leapt up to go help you, and Taehyung allowed himself some brief laughter before he turned to Jungkook and yanked him closer by the shirt. The younger boy was startled but went along with it and listened as the puppy hybrid leaned forward and began whispering in his ear.

Over by the entrance to the living room you were too distracted by a worried Jimin hovering over you (who looked like he was torn between laughing at your klutziness and treating the situation seriously) to notice the looks of mischief that the two other hybrids had donned over by the couch. You took Jimin’s offered hand and stood, pretending the embarrassed heat in your cheeks wasn’t there as you moved back over to the couch with Jimin, not realising you hadn’t released his hand yet.

You did realise when you went to set up the cards, however, and you felt the heat in your cheeks worsen as you quickly let it go and rushed to pull the cards out of the box. You could tell already this night was going to be an embarrassing one for you.

Soon enough you were all set up, everyone with their respective cards and ready to play. You were all sitting around the coffee table, Jimin to your right, Jungkook to your left and Taehyung between them opposite you. You went to start already, before Taehyung interrupted you.

“Wait!” he exclaimed, holding up a hand. Not for the first time that night you felt the urge to hit him with something. “Let’s make it more…interesting. The winner gets something.”

You could see Jimin and Jungkook nodding in agreement, but were slightly hesitant to agree yourself. There had to be a catch…

“What does the winner get?” Jimin asked, eyes wide in excitement for the game. You were so entranced by how beautiful he was in that moment that you almost missed the twin looks of mirth that crossed Taehyung and Jungkook’s faces— keyword, almost. Your head whipped to nail them with a suspicious glare.

“Well, I’m glad you asked.” Taehyung practically purred, and if you couldn’t currently see his canine tail wagging a mile a minute behind him you might have suspected he was part feline instead. “The winner gets something from y/n.”

You sputtered, completely missing the look of shock on Jimin’s face at Taehyung’s words in favour of your own slighted feelings. “Excuse me?! What about me?! What am I supposed to get if I win?!”

Taehyung nailed you with a pointed look. “We both know that’s not going to happen. You’d honestly have more luck trying to win the lottery than a game of Uno. You suck.”

You grumbled, sitting back down with a pout because he was right and you didn’t like it. Jungkook patted your knee in a moment of brief comfort.

“Anyway as I was saying, the winner gets something from y/n. This round’s winner will get pets for the whole of the next round, because we all know y/n’s pets are the best.” Taehyung said, as though he was enlightening a class of students. Jimin and Jungkook nodded, muttering in agreement, and you rolled your eyes. Whatever, you’d play along for now, and then surprise them all by winning suddenly. Yeah, easy. You wouldn’t have to be petting anyone, ha.

Not that you would have had a problem with it, but you had a deep need to prove Taehyung wrong and beat him just once at this god forsaken game.

Taehyung kicked the game off and you all began. It didn’t take long for your collection of ‘+2’ and ‘+4’ cards to increase impressively and for you to realise there was a fatal flaw with your seating arrangement; with the way it currently was, in order to win you’d have to dump a whole tonne on either Jungkook or Jimin and you just couldn’t do it. You suddenly wished you’d sat next to Taehyung, just so you could hit him with the massive pile of pick-up cards you’d amassed. You spent too long lamenting on your mistakes and missed Jungkook saying “Uno” and consequently winning on his next turn. You threw the cards in the air in half-hearted frustration, unable to keep the frown on your face however when you saw Jungkook grinning at you and crawling over to lay his head in your lap. You rolled your eyes, missing the lingering, longing look Jimin gave both you and the other bunny currently on your lap, receiving pets and scratches behind his ears. If Jungkook could have purred he would.

Jimin didn’t know exactly what it was he was feeling, but he did know that he wanted nothing more than to be the one in your lap getting those pets right now. His cheeks heated at the embarrassing thought, and he quickly averted his gaze, happening to meet eyes with Taehyung. The puppy hybrid gave him a smile that made him slightly worried about the outcome for the night. “Alright, onto the next round! Y/n, keep petting until the round finishes, or I guess until your hand gets tired. Anyway, the prize for winning this round is~” Taehyung threw his hands in the air. “A back-hug from y/n for the whole next round!”

You resisted the urge to throw your new set of cards at him. What was with him using you in all the prizes? Boy needed to invest in a more creative imagination, but aside from that it just seemed like he was testing how many ways he could make you play Uno while in an uncomfortable or unconventional position.

Jimin’s breath had caught in his throat at that. A back-hug? For the entire next round? You offered to cuddle all the time, and he wasn’t as shy as he had been previously, but he was still making efforts to be less awkward because he did want to cuddle with you, all the time, but he just got so god damn shy sometimes. He bit his lip. In a way, it felt like it would be less embarrassing if it was the result of winning a round than if he asked you to do it himself. His gaze slid over to where you were, squinting at your cards like they were written in a foreign language with Jungkook’s head in your lap, your hand petting away. He felt a foreign feeling grow in his belly. He wanted that.

Taehyung watched the range of emotions cross his friends face and knew his plan with Jungkook to make him jealous, or at least realise his feelings, was off to a great success. He turned his gaze to Jungkook, meeting his eyes. ‘Milk it,’ he mouthed discreetly, Jungkook nodding in understanding with a cheeky grin.

When you moved your hand from dragging your nails gently over his scalp to softly rubbing the base of his ear, he let out a satisfied hum, and then a soft sigh. Jimin visibly tensed (not that you saw, too focused on concocting a foolproof strategy to win as you were) and Taehyung could have cackled at his genius. He truly was the smartest puppy, the best boy.

The game kicked off once more, and as per Taehyung’s morbid predictions you were losing tragically; a ridiculous amount of cards having built up over the rounds in your deck. Jungkook, the little shit, hadn’t hesitated before slamming you with four ‘+4’s at once two turns ago, and you’d been lowkey torturing him ever since by continuing to give him pets and scratches, but not where he actually wanted them and skirting around his favourite spots. You could feel his childish glare and refused to acknowledge it, pretending like you had no idea you were doing it. That’d teach him to mess with you.

All too soon you heard the dread-inducing “Uno!” from Taehyung and a turn later he was looking to you expectantly, hands empty after playing his last card and winning the game. Jungkook rolled off you with a pout and you sighed before getting up and moving over to Taehyung.

“You’re a little shit Taehyung.” You told the puppy hybrid as you wound your arms around his middle and rested your head on his shoulder for comfort. “If you even think of cheating and looking at my cards I’ll skewer you with the nearest sharp object.”

Taehyung laughed loudly and Jungkook snickered, but you noticed that Jimin hadn’t made a noise, his gaze transfixed on where your hands clasped Taehyung’s middle. Taehyung noticed too, but didn’t say anything about it, choosing instead to shuffle the cards and keep his smile to himself. He dished out your decks for the next round and once more opened his big mouth to put your dignity on the line again for a prize.

“This round we shall have the winner receive a kiss on the cheek from y/n! A once in a lifetime opportunity, virgin lips that have never— OW!!” he yelped suddenly when you moved and pinched his side, whispering a threatening “shut up Taehyung” in his cute puppy ear.

He snickered despite your threat, instead declaring the game officially started and once more you were thrust into the pain and misery that was your experience with Uno.

30 minutes later you felt like slamming your head into the floor and throwing Taehyung out the window for making you play this accursed game. Jungkook had won again and while you didn’t mind giving him a kiss on the cheek this game wasn’t very good for your overall winning streak and the worst thing was that Taehyung would remember that the next time you brought it up to compare against his.

Jimin was sitting in a mixture of shock, regret, and frustration, staring at the pile of cards in the middle of the table. He didn’t have a good enough explanation for his reasoning as to why yet, but he wanted that kiss damnit. He had been so close to winning, he had just one more card to go, and then Jungkook had snatched his much-anticipated victory away. He felt that feeling in his tummy boiling and he felt restless in his position on the floor. He couldn’t take this— he didn’t know what he couldn’t take, but he couldn’t take this.

While the silver-haired bunny was suffering through a messy inner monologue, Taehyung sat watching in glee. Jimin snapped out of his funk just in time to see you shuffle over and deliver a quick, cute peck to Jungkook’s cheek that had the younger flushing pink and his hand flying up to cover where your lips had just been, looking to you in surprise. You shot him a grin, resuming your original position between him and Jimin.

The silver-haired hybrid’s face had gone pink and he was staring at you with a troubled expression, Taehyung noticed.

Jimin wanted nothing more than to take you into his arms suddenly, shielding you away from the others so you couldn’t go kissing any more cheeks that weren’t his. His fingers twitched with the urge to grasp your waist and pull you close, and so he quickly busied them, shuffling the cards for this match.

Taehyung couldn’t have been any happier things were going just as he’d planned.

You all played a couple more rounds, the prizes being of a similar nature to the ones prior. Throughout each game Jimin got progressively more tense, until finally, after the last game where the prize had more pets AND a kiss on the cheek and Jungkook had won once more, Jimin looked ready to break. Taehyung seized his chance.

By this point everyone was beginning to grow a little tired; you’d all been playing late into the night. Taehyung decided to use this to his advantage.

“Okay for this round, the final round, there is a grand prize.” Taehyung announced, much too animated for someone awake as late as they were. He waited until he had everyone’s tired attention. “We all know y/n has only three bedrooms, right? So one of us would have to sleep on the couch. The winner of this round will get not only a kiss, but will get to room with y/n in her bed instead of on the couch! It’s a sweet deal, I was there when she bought that mattress, it’s an honest-to-god modern day miracle gifted to us mere mortals from the heavens above.”

You shot Taehyung a look for bartering your personal space like that but were too tired to bother arguing. You missed the pointed look Taehyung shot Jungkook.

“What do you mean ‘kiss’? Another one on the cheek?” Jungkook asked, and your gaze whipped to him. You’d just assumed Taehyung had meant a kiss on the cheek, but now that he mentioned it—

“A kiss on the lips!” Taehyung cheered, but quickly amended his statement at your murderous glare. “Haha, kidding— I was kidding. It’s just a kiss on the cheek, same as last time.”

You relaxed your facial expression with a small smile. You mightn’t have a very good win streak for Uno but that was a win right there.

You turned to Jimin suddenly, noticing he’d been relatively silent the past couple of rounds. As your face turned you caught sight of him looking at you. He flinched, whipping his head around with pink cheeks. Your eyebrows rose. You liked to think you were getting to know Jimin more and more every day, but there were still some things you just couldn’t decipher about him.

“Okay, fine.” You agreed to Taehyung’s terms, letting out a small yawn. “But I’m going to bed after and you all should too.”

They all nodded, pretty much just as tired as you were. Taehyung dished out the cards and you all started once more on the final game of Uno.

In short, it was a mess. You were all so tired that at some point or another you lost track of what you were doing or planning, and several turns later one of you would be crying in outrage and throwing a card at the other. Jungkook was glaring at the half of the entire pack he currently held in his hands, coming dead last by a long way. In a surprising turn of events, Taehyung wasn’t much better, and you and Jimin were actually winning. Jimin had declared Uno a turn ago and you thought you’d had time but you realised that was in fact not the case as Jimin threw his last card down on the pile, falling backwards with a happy cry.

“I won! Finally!” he crooned, tiredness evident even in his excitement. Jungkook and Taehyung groaned. He rolled over, looping his arms around your waist and dragging you down with him, your heart skipping a beat as you laughed. “Victory is sweet.” He mumbled tiredly, face resting in your neck.

He had been so lowkey stressed that he wouldn’t win this round and he would have to sit by and watch as Taehyung, or worse, Jungkook, won and subsequently got a kiss on the cheek and a place in your bed for the night. The elation he currently felt all but dissolved the funny feeling in his tummy from earlier and he was just so happy that he now got to lay next to you and cuddle you and hold you close—

He stopped himself, blushing at the embarrassing turn his thoughts had taken. He needed to stop that, why was he even thinking these things?

“Welp,” Taehyung began, rising and shaking out his limbs, stretching languidly. “As touching as it is to see Jiminie finally win, I’m dead tired so I’m gonna sleep. Jimin, I’m taking your room. Jungkook you can sleep wherever but that other room is there if you want it.”

You rolled your eyes at him giving out instructions like he owned the place, but slipped out of Jimin’s grip and stood up, helping him up afterwards.

“Goodnight Taehyung, and goodnight Jungkook.” You said, giving them both a hug before pulling back and moving towards the direction of your room. “Thank you for coming tonight. I hope you sleep well. ‘Night.”

You grasped Jimin’s hand thoughtlessly on the way past, tugging him with you and causing his cheeks to flush pink as he stared at you with an expression you wouldn’t be able to read if you saw it. Taehyung’s keen eyes noticed every detail of the interaction and he smiled to himself. That look, even if neither of you knew it yet, was of adoration. Jimin adored you, and he didn’t even know it himself yet. Although, after tonight, Taehyung had a feeling the silver-haired hybrid probably had a good idea.

You heard Jungkook and Taehyung go to their respective rooms as you went to yours, Jimin in tow. You’d already had your pyjamas on when the others had gotten there, and so didn’t need to change. You made a beeline for the bed, so tired the thought of flopping down and sinking into the goodness nearly made you cry happily.

Jimin couldn’t believe he’d actually won the final round, the grand prize; and now he got to cuddle with you and get a kiss on the cheek. For some reason he felt nervous, and that feeling in his stomach from before had been replaced with tiny butterflies laying waste gently to his insides.

You slipped in, the lights off, and there was only the slightest hesitance from Jimin as he followed suit, sliding beneath the blankets next to you. His heart was racing a mile a minute and he didn’t even know why.

He was content to lay there nervously with distance between you until he worked up the courage to initiate cuddling, but thankfully you seemed to sense his dilemma and opened your arms for him. A bright smile lit his face that you couldn’t see but you could feel and he happily shuffled into your arms, his own coming up to wind around you as he nestled into you and rested his face against your neck. A happy sigh escaped his lips as your hand rose to gently stroke over his hair and ears in a soothing manner. He could have fallen asleep just there, were it not for the slight nervous energy thrumming just under his skin. He felt so giddy and happy at having you close, but why? “Night, Jiminie.” You mumbled sleepily, pulling him closer before relaxing and slowly easing into the sleep your body had been begging for the last couple of hours.

He couldn’t sleep just yet, not matter how his eyelids ached to fall closed and he yearned to join you in dreamland. He couldn’t stop his mind from thinking, and whirring a mile a minute. Tonight had been strange for him, he’d ended up feeling a lot of things he’d never felt before and he didn’t know why. Jimin didn’t like feeling so confused, and uncertain.

You shifted in your sleep, cuddling closer to him, and at the sudden elated skip his heart did a sense of realisation began to gently wash over him. Oh.

He liked you.

Jimin, face warm, abruptly shut his eyes and buried his face in your neck. When had this happened? How had this happened? Oh god. He didn’t think he had it in him to deal with this sudden realisation right now.

Clutching you closer, he did his best to keep his eyes shut and go to sleep. As he successfully began to drift off, the last thought he had was that regardless of his realised feelings, he was truly happy where he was right now, with you and in your arms, cuddling and sleeping next to you. He’d deal with his realisation another day, and for now, would just enjoy his time with you. Being with you always made everything better. Always.

[restlessmaknae]

Let Fortuna mess with you (maybe she will do good in the end)

Dedicated to the lovely friend and the incredibly talented writer @gukyi for the OT7 Christmas collab! Merry Christmas, dear! 🎁

You never thought that you would be required to date three guys for a university course but you can’t do anything about it. A bet is a bet.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Setting: university au; enemies to lovers au

Genre: fluff, comedy, maybe a bit of angst

Words: 5.5k

You couldn’t believe your luck.

If losing a bet to your dearest baby brother – Jimin – and being forced to sign up for a totally crazy, eccentric  yet elective class as your punishment wasn’t enough, the course’s assignments definitely topped it all. You were slowly losing your sanity.

Let’s start by saying that dating was not your cup of tea. You were usually the shy, introverted type, so you had a hard time striking a conversation with anyone, let alone with boys. If you happened to ask a question or initiate a not-so-awkward conversation, you couldn’t keep it going. You weren’t designed to talk to boys, okay?

You were good with animals, you loved nothing more than your adorable little sugar gliders at home (you had three of them), you could totally get immersed into an enchanting book, romantic comedies and sentimental ballads were your absolute favourite but interacting with others weren’t your thing. Maybe it was because you spent most of your time studying or reading, others didn’t like to bother you when you went over your notes before an exam or when you sat by your favourite café shop’s window with one of Camus’ books in your hand – looking like one of those typical intelligent (and socially awkward) girls from Korean dramas.

No matter how much it hurt your pride to end up in  Marriage and Family classes, you had to do it. A bet was a bet. You didn’t want Jimin to tease you for the rest of your life because you couldn’t attend half a year of useless and nonsense classes about relationships. On top of that, you needed those extra credit points and this particular course had one of the highest ones from this semester’s list.

In the end, you convinced yourself that it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. In fact, you could learn something about relationships which were your weak points, so it would only do good, right?

Well, that was until you heard what you actually had to do for assignments.

“You got to be kidding me!” You snickered the moment you heard the professor telling you about the requirements.

“As I firmly believe that real life is experience is better than learning only from books, I want all of you to date three others by the end of the semester, go on dates and then write an essay highlighting both the good and the bad aspects of the relationship. Maybe you will even end up together and thank me one day for putting you two up.” The old man shrugged his shoulders and boosted a proud grin. “I can tell you that it happened multiple times before. Since the couples honestly shared with each other what problems arose from the very start, they could solve it only by doing their homework.”

Dating a totally random guy for a month for a university course was absolutely nonsense! You were sure that many people would have died to switch with you but you desperately needed those credits and dating someone was still better than sleeping with them. You were lucky you didn’t sign up for Sex Education and was asked to practice what you have learned. Though you assumed that a course like this wouldn’t even cross innocent little Jimin’s mind as he didn’t dare to mention sex if he were in the same room with you. He was too scared to talk about it so openly and maybe it was because you were his big sister, so you were older than him. Though it didn’t necessarily mean that you had more experience but you didn’t really know.

The first guy you were asked to date was Xu Minghao ‒ the brand new exchange student from China. Due to the fact that he had poor Korean skills, he didn’t even know that he was studying Marriage and Family. At least not until you explained it to him in English.

“My friend told me that it was Business Economics.” He pouted like your little brother when he was a toddler, his blonde, slightly curly hair giving him a prince-like look.

“Who was that friend?” You furrowed your eyebrows in question. You already assumed that it was a jokester and sadly you knew quite a lot of those guys. They were literally everywhere.

“Soonyoung.” Minghao admitted sheepishly and you couldn’t help but click your tongue.

“Small wonder why you ended up here.” You giggled childishly, thinking of the said boy who was seriously the most carefree person you’ve ever met. He was a notorious troublemaker and if you had been in high school, you were certain that he would have been in detention far too many times.

Poor Minghao was trying his best but taking up Korean classes – which weren’t focused on the vocabulary of dating – weren’t enough to keep your conversations going and your English wasn’t as good as his. So you were talking in a rather peculiar combination of Korean, English and Chinese (as he sometimes talked to himself in Chinese), it was almost like a whole new language. No matter what anyone said – language was definitely a barrier when it came to love.

Your second partner was even better with the definition of embarrassment aka shy bunny Mr. Jeon Jungkook. He was known to be a very talented and intelligent guy but he wasn’t very good at dating. Oh boy, he didn’t even look at you for two weeks! How were you supposed to date when he avoided eye-contact and conversations were as awkward as between you and your neighbour after he broke your door knob?

You had no absolute idea why Jeon Jungkook wanted to take up a course named Marriage and Family and he didn't want to share the reason with you either. You guessed that he merely lost a bet like you did because there was no way he would voluntarily date someone, to be precise a female. He looked like he was allergic to girls.

You were almost sure that nothing worse could come your way. Well... you were dead wrong. The worst possible scenario happened and you didn't even want to cover up your astonishment when your professor announced the name of your next - and therefore last - partner.

"Kim Taehyung? Kim I'm-the-best-and-let-everyone-know-it-too Taehyung? That asshole will be my partner?" You shrieked not caring if the said person was in the same room with you or not. Some of the students turned their head at your horrified exclamation that almost sounded like a cry.

You didn't want to believe that out of all people, you got Taehyung. The one whom you hated the most. The one who ruined your last year of high school. The one whom you didn't even want to see after that horrendous year yet it seemed that he attended the same university as you - although you never encountered him since you were at uni (Luckily though.) As a smartass he was, he probably wanted to get better knowledge about relationships and that’s why he attended Mr. Park’s classes.

He wasn't one of those typical popular, intelligent and rich womanizers you can see in cheesy kdramas. He was actually very real – with all his flaws and bad habits. Even though you didn't know about his family's status, it was obvious that he wasn't a womanizer. He may have wanted to flirt with anyone but he couldn't stand a chance. He was known to be especially inexperienced in dating, therefore he didn't know how to behave with a lady. He was too eccentric to girls. Not like you knew it from first-hand experience since you never gave him a chance and he never asked for one. You were enemies, not lovers.

"Maybe the girl who acts like this is more of an asshole than a boy who happens to be smart." A familiar voice spoke up from behind you, making the air freeze for a moment. The professor opened his mouth to say something but before he could manage a sentence out, you were quick to respond. You turned around in your chair and came in sight with the one and only Kim Taehyung who was boasting a grin that you wanted to swipe off his face as soon as possible.

"Admitting that you only happen to be smart without working for it makes me so delighted, you can't even imagine." You counter-attacked as memories crossed your mind.

The flashbacks were so hurtful that you had to bite your lip. He was an asshole then and an asshole now. Some things didn't change.

"Having stereotypes about a new student and not being bothered to change your mindset is where you’ve made a mistake. It's not my fault that you never wanted to get to know the real me." He shrugged as if it was nothing but his solemn features said otherwise. He was dead serious about his words.

"Excuse me?" Your voice was a pitch higher as you had to hold yourself back from strangling him. How dared he come up with such a lie?

"I really don’t want to interrupt anything…” Mr. Park cleared his throat, motioning you to turn back to see his expression. “But I would like to point out that I am certain that this lecture hall is not the best place for you to discuss your shared past.” He gently asked you to shut up and turn your attention to him but neither of you could give up. Not yet.

“However, I do encourage you to continue this conversation outside the lecture in five minutes’ time. It seems that it's your chance to change the misconceptions you had, maybe Fortuna wanted you to be each other's last partner." The professor tried his best to dissolve the tension in the air but to no avail. You were still huffing and puffing when he called it a day a couple of minutes later and bid his goodbye.

You snorted remembering his words. Maybe Fortuna wanted you to be each other's last partner? Oh please, what nonsense it was! You’ve never believed in fate and such things, so your Marriage and Family course wouldn’t be first to break this habit of yours.

"I must have angered Fortuna then. I don't think I deserve such punishment." You mumbled to yourself, already ready to leave the lecture hall.

However, Kim Taehyung happened to overhear your comment since he sat behind you during the past hour and couldn’t leave without saying anything.

"You say?” He furrowed his eyebrows in question, pity clearly written all over his face. You weren’t one to back off, so you stood there face-to-face, your arms crossed in front of you. You felt like you were on the opposite sides on a battlefield and both of you were ready to show what you got.

“I'm the one who's going to come out of the whole dating thing badly. You are not the one who has to act like a gentleman and buy you stuff just because we are dating."

"Wow, you've planned it all out so quickly!” You unconsciously started clapping like he came up with the idea of the century. He didn’t seem amused though. “What do you have in mind if you mind telling your precious girlfriend?" You teased him on purpose with an ironic edge to your voice.

"Well that's obviously not part of my plan, sweetie.” Taehyung emphasised the word, playing with the nickname as if it was his sort of pleasure. “You wouldn't get surprised if I told you everything." He said with a forced smile and cooed closer to your ears. You wanted nothing more than to get away from him as soon as possible but you couldn’t help a shiver running down your spine. There was something about his warm breath that made your heart leap.

"You are so bad." You took a step back, indicating that you weren’t up to such intimacy so early in your so-called relationship. Not even if he was your boyfriend for the month.

"Welcome to hell." He cooed like a silly evil character from a Disney movie. You immediately felt fury bubbling up inside of you and you had to clench your fists in frustration.

“You little‒”

“You are the little one in this relationship, honey.” He cut you off with a sly smirk as he towered over you with his height.

“Two can play this game, sugarplum.” You raised your eyebrows challengingly and your response earned a wry laugh from him.

Before he could counter-attack you, you turned on your heels and swiftly left the lecture hall. You couldn’t help but pant in disbelief while you were exiting the building. You were sure that it was only the beginning for you two yet Taehyung was already getting on your nerves.

The show must go on.

You said that every single time you had to put on a show and pretend like you were the happiest person on Earth to share your precious time with Kim Taehyung. Literally all occasions were a part of your big show because you couldn’t find a single thing you liked about him. If you happened to meet up because neither of you turned down the other’s offer, you were almost biting off each other’s heads. You wanted to strangle him so bad but you didn’t want to end up in jail for violence. That’s basically the only thing that stopped you from getting into trouble.

The shit show went on for two weeks. Whenever you two had a conversation, it was basically you dissing Taehyung for not taking anything seriously, being as odd as he was, putting out his tongue even if it was considered rude and unnecessary on your part, and him not getting why you were so judgemental when it came to him, teasing you because he saw that Youngjae from B.A.P was the wallpaper on your phone and smirking every time you moved an inch since the first time he saw you dancing.

One of his friends was attending the hip hop classes with you and he came in to watch him practice, only to notice that you were there as well. You swore that Fortuna must have hated you the most out of all humans.

After two weeks, not everything but a lot of things have changed. You two were finally going out for a date as if it was required for your assignment. You decided to have lunch at a restaurant and then maybe walk in the nearby park while watching the snowfall. However, you couldn’t get as far as that.

When you arrived, you already had a feeling that the date would turn out disastrous but you decided to give it a shot. It was university work after all.

You weren’t even surprised that Taehyung didn’t offer to help with your coat or comment on your choice of dress even if you secretly wanted him to say something. You finally wore something decent after years and he should have been grateful for that.

Yet, he decided to ask about something else.

“So now that we are officially dating, I think it’s only fair that you tell me why you hate me so much.” He cleared his throat after both of you had made your order, his fierce gaze never leaving your face.

That was one of the things you hated most about him – his big, chestnut-brown eyes always seemed to see through you. At least, it was like he wanted to break down your walls by looking at your reactions, trying to solve the mystery of your expressions and searching for your weakness.

Nonetheless, you were accustomed to hiding your feelings thanks to the years behind you. You never let your façade down and you didn’t intend to let it happen that day either.

“You wanna act like you suddenly care?” You elevated an eyebrow in question, doubting that he even took his own question seriously.

Taehyung’s features became solemn in an instant. His usual delicate, childish features turned rigid like castle walls. His eyes looked as if they were the onyx of the night; mysterious, heavy and cold.

“If you hadn’t been so obsessed with the idea of putting me down, maybe you would have noticed that I’ve tried my best to get to know you.” The boy confessed, his stare making you more than uncomfortable.

On the other hand, you could only snort in response. Getting to know you? Really? Why was he messing with you then? Why wasn’t he adamant enough to get answers?

“What? By teasing me?”

“Yeah.” He shook his head without hesitance. “Because teasing you seemed like the only way I could get to know you a bit better. If I asked gently, you would growl at me and tell me to go to Hell. If I told the same thing to you, you would get upset and say that you never wanted to see me. So by playing your game, at least I stood a chance.”

There was something in what he said. You were hyper aware of your shared past whenever you looked at me. But how couldn't you be reminded of the not so good old times? It may have been only two years ago but your memories were as vivid as ever. He was also right about the fact that you only blurted out something personal when he got you really pissed off. When he was trying to be gentle, you were cautious not to fall into his trap.

Frankly, you had to admit that he seemed sincere this time. Plus, it wouldn't hurt you if you told the truth. The past was the past after all. Neither of you could change it.

“If you really want to know, it’s because you ruined my last year of high school.” You admitted without a blink of an eye. Once it was out, you felt like an invisible weight was lifted off your shoulders. Of course, it was only part of the truth but at least it wasn't hidden deep inside your heart.

“How?" Taehyung could only furrow his eyebrows in question. He didn't seem hurt by your words, only a bit confused. "Did it really bother you that I was the first-ranked student and not you?”

“Yes, it did." You slammed your fists on the table, your sudden action earning suspicious glances from the people at the nearby tables. You suddenly forgot about the fact that you were in a restaurant. You felt like you were being put on a time machine which left you in your senior year.

"I was the smartest student before you came! Then you showed up with your carefree attitude and it seemed that everything was working out for you. You got all the right answers yet you went to concerts, arcade games and exhibitions every other day. While you were having fun, I studied my ass off and I could only come in second. You had your group of friends and I was there as the lonely wolf, hoping that studying could save me from being so lonely.” You erupted like a volcano, almost spitting the words like a lady shouldn't do because you couldn't hold yourself back.

Your voice came out raspy and you already felt your heart beating faster. You couldn't help though. Taehyung was in front of you, it was your chance to tell him the truth, so you reassured yourself that you were asked to confess, he should deal with the consequences.

On the other hand, the boy didn't seem to be hugely affected by your rage. You couldn't tell if he shrugged if off or he was waiting for something more but his calmness sure infuriated you even more.

“Okay, I get the part of studying but I can’t do anything about it. My memory is surprisingly good.”

“Then you shouldn’t have boasted about it!" You reprimanded him. "Studying isn’t so easy for some.”

Your words seemed to leave an impact on him. Finally, you thought to yourself. At first, he rolled his eyes but when he heard the continuation of your comment, he stopped dead in his tracks.

“I get that, okay?" His voice rose higher and if it hadn't been for such a hurtful and serious topic, you are sure you would have laughed at his high-pitched voice. He was sounding like a teenage girl at an EXO concert. "But it doesn’t mean that my life was perfect. Studying was the only thing that went well for me.” He grumbled out of frustration.

You couldn't believe your ears. He wanted to play the victim now?

“Oh really?" You acted like you were considering that what he was saying was true. When you were attending school together, he didn't even care about you, He was oblivious of everything that was around him. Nonetheless, when it came to him, he wanted everyone's attention. Or at least you thought so. "Don’t you say that you were broken-hearted because no girl wanted to date you?”

“Why do you have to act like that?" He yelled at you furiously, his deep, angry voice surprising both you and the people at the nearby tables. "Why didn’t you have friends then? I was the new student after all. You should have had your own group of friends by then.” He remarked with a curious edge to his tone. You could only shook your head in response.

“You were so oblivious to things that were happening around you.”

“What do you mean by that?” He finally asked the big question, the one that he should have already asked. Not just when you two met up after two years but when he decided to sit at a different table and not yours because his friends were encouraging him to leave you alone. That day, you got to know that Kim Taehyung wasn't only a smart ass who could achieve better results by ruining others' self-confidence but he was rude as well.

You couldn't hold yourself back. You didn't even think twice when the question reached you.

“Didn’t you see how everyone looked at me? How everyone left the table when I sat beside them at the canteen? How they laughed at me when I made a mistake? How my locker was always decorated with post-it notes?” You spitted as your voice trailed off at the end. The hurtful memories were as hurtful as always.

“I’m sure they weren’t serious.” Taehyung smiled half-heartedly, trying to belittle the worst traumas.

“If telling someone that they should kill themselves isn’t serious, I don’t know what is.”

“I-I-“

“Of course you didn’t notice any of it." You cut off the guy who was trying to find the right words to you. It was almost amusing as the always so talkative Taehyung didn't know how to voice out his feelings after you came clear to him. "You never wanted to pay attention to what was happening around you and I was already so good at hiding my real emotions. No one actually cared. For me, studying was really the only thing that mattered and I felt like you took that privilege from me. So are you happy now that you know why I hate you?” You asked furiously.

Your heart was beating like a drum, your blood rushing through your veins. You were never so angry all your life. Not even when you found those nasty messages on your locker. Then you were more like discouraged and empty. You felt numb.

Right now, your emotions were all over the place. That's why you couldn't play your part in his show anymore. You were sick and tired of pretending, of hiding your emotions and of hiding your true self. He was a nobody, so you shouldn't have cared about his comments. Now you made a promise that you wouldn't do anymore.

Your question was followed by long moments of silence. Deep inside, you were gloating at your victory. You won, he couldn't mutter a single word. Yet, you felt a bit guilty and bittersweet. Did he really deserve that all at once?

“That’s what I’ve thought.” You mumbled to yourself and rose from your seat, leaving the shocked Taehyung and the confused spectators of your little show behind.

Due to the fact that Marriage and Family courses were held only once a week, you could avoid bumping into Taehyung for week. At least, that’s what you initially thought.

The more time passed, the more you realised that Fortuna was definitely not on your side. If she had wanted to support you, she shouldn’t have let that week narrow down to three days. Your sudden yet definitely needed outburst required more time to heal and more compassion for the memories to lose their grip on you.

Yet, as cliché as it sounds, Taehyung was just right there in the library when you wanted to borrow a book for one of your group projects. He just happened to be at the row of shelves where you started to look for that specific book.

He was the first to notice you as you were reaching for a book, only to realise that it had the same author but it wasn’t the book you were looking for.

“Hey!” He greeted you with a timid half-smile, something that you knew you would never see on him unless it came to such circumstances. He was always so confident and straightforward; he never cared how others reacted to his peculiar antics.

This time, he could only manage a half-smile instead of his trademark cheeky grin and even this half-smile seemed a bit fake. You couldn’t deny that you felt a spike of guilt rushing through your veins because you were the one who made him feel so uneasy. You were sure that you stirred up an uncomfortable topic for him but you couldn’t hold yourself back. You had to tell him the truth face-to-face. After all, he was the one who asked for it.

God knows why but you couldn’t muster a single word now that he was in front of you. It was so easy to imagine acting calm around him the next time you see him but none of your imagines seemed appropriate as you looked into his chestnut-brown eyes.

Taehyung decided to save you and spoke up first.

“I want to apologise and I also want to say thank you.” He whispered, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t deny the effect he had on you even if you wanted to shrug it off. He was an asshole, right? So why would an asshole apologise?

“I get the apology part but why on Earth would you like to thank me?” You tilted your head in confusion as thousands of question marks filled your head. Why? Why? Why? It was like a song in repeat; you never knew why Taehyung did what he did and said what he said. He was Kim Taehyung. He was as inexplicable as an expressionist painting.

“For being honest.” Taehyung admitted as he ruffled his sand-like hair. “I see the whole picture now and I can understand why you hate me. I think I would have hated myself under the same circumstances. You used your sarcasm and hatred because you wanted someone whom you can blame.” He continued without showing any signs of resentment. His chestnut-brown eyes were glistening joyfully even though what he said wasn’t joyful at all. You didn’t know if it was because he was only acting or because that’s what he really thought.

“The thing with you is that I never know if you are serious or not.” You pondered as you tried to decipher his expression.

“I’m serious.” He bobbed his head to prove that he was wrong.

“Well then…” You cleared your throat as you struggled to find the right words to say. Nothing seemed right. Yet nothing seemed wrong either. You were merely confused. It was your first time spending so much time with a boy (even though the majority of it was roasting each other), therefore you had no idea what you were supposed to do and how you were supposed to act after you exposed yourself to him. You felt vulnerable after the truth came to surface. Like you let him break down some walls. You couldn’t decide if you were glad because you did or it was actually the worst mistake of your life.

“Thanks for saying that. And I know hating you wasn’t the best coping mechanism but by putting the blame on you, I could feel like it wasn’t my fault.”

“It wasn’t.” The boy protested even before you could say one more sentence. “No one deserves to be bullied because they are different.”

“I wasn’t different. I was just studying well.”

“Exactly.” He clicked his tongue and ruffled his hair. Again. You could tell that it was an act out of hesitance but you didn’t know what to expect. You never know what to expect when it came to Taehyung.

No matter what, it would be an understatement to say that his sudden, honest and heartfelt confession took you by surprise. Your heart literally sank hearing his words.

“I got transferred to Yonsang because my grandfather had died. My parents were going through their divorce and they asked him to take care of me until things settle down. I was living with him for eight years because after they put an end to their marriage, they thought that it was easier for me to continue living with him than to be with my mum one week and with my dad the next week. When he died, I had to move back to Daegu and that’s how I ended up at Yonsang. Studying went well but other than that my life seemed like a crazy and wild ride.”

He made an attempt to stay calm and his usual bubbly self but he couldn’t hide the fact that his voice trailed off at the end. It came as no surprise though. Losing someone who was closer to you than your own parents must have been a trauma for an 18-year-old boy on the verge of adulthood. There must have been so many things that he couldn’t experience because he had only one person beside him. You were certain that you wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for the support of your mother, your father and Jimin alike. You needed all of them in order to live a full, delightful life.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” You stuttered as you averted your eyes elsewhere but his face. You couldn’t look at him. Not after what he had said.

You felt so guilty out of the blue. You were aware that people didn’t like to openly talk about the events that forever left them with scars because you did the exact same thing. Not until someone dig really deep or pissed you off, did you actually talk about the story of your bullying.

Taehyung had never shown a sign that he was struggling or that he wanted to share his pain with someone else. It finally dawned on you that it didn’t mean that there wasn’t something going on, you just thought that he was a shallow-minded boy who only cared about himself. Now that you heard his story, you started to understand why he didn’t want to pry into others’ business. He had enough going on in his own life, he didn’t need more drama.

“Just thought that you would want to know.” The boy mumbled like it didn’t matter but it certainly did. His confession changed everything.

“Look, we are all the same. We all got scars we try to hide. Now that I know yours, you don’t have to hide them anymore. It doesn’t mean that you can’t diss me because you can but maybe you can start to be nicer.”

“Me? Nice? In your dreams, sweetie pie. ” You teased with a smug smirk, sticking out your tongue like a little child. Your childish act didn’t bother Taehyung. In fact, he was still a kid at heart, so he voluntarily joined you in the little role play.

“Honey, I know you are a sweet person deep down. Just let me see it.” He put his hand on his heart like he was telling a poem, his words smooth like silk. You rolled your eyes at his choice of words. Oh boy, was he a writer in his previous life? Or was he the new Nicholas Sparks, you just didn’t know about it?

“Gosh, you are so cheesy!”

“I won’t stop if you don’t start being nice to me.” He gave you the puppy eyes look, melting your icy heart in only an instant. You didn’t know how his gaze could send chills all over your body but you found yourself shivering. Only in the pleasant way.

“Okay, you won!” You gave in with a carefree laugh because you didn’t want to hear such sentences from Taehyung’s mouth. You couldn’t stand cheesy boys. Period. On top of that, maybe it was a good idea to start acting nice around the guy. He deserved it.

In the end, you had to realise that maybe… just maybe… Fortuna didn’t hate you after all.