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Going off of the angst idea, I think the main issue Rosa had was that she was basically like !! #alone after Luke left for the gov job and then afterwards her parents left too for their jobs as archeologists??? I think?? Tbh I have a theory they might be dead and only Luke knows bc how has she not contacted them at ALL??
(Spoilers to various Luke cards)
Itâs mentioned in that one fireworks sr w/ Luke where she talks about how after they left she often felt alone esp after getting ditched by her friends, and still went to the festival by herself, riding a Ferris wheel alone. Thereâs also that one sr of Luke and MC doing a trivia of eachother during a couples test and MC had done everything by herself like eating hotpot by herself etc etc bc she had nobody.
There was also a lot of people giving Luke more attention after he came to live w Rosaâs family, (Luke SSR at another festival before the 1st anniversary cards) which tbh I donât think Rosa really minded but Luke didnât like the idea of Rosa being neglected, so maybe she may had some kind of issues w that secretly or unintentionally?
In conclusion Rosa does have some angst if you squint rlly hard enough in her past, and lowk I need more of it bc we have more development of the boys trauma but lowk the boys comforting her would eat đ
yes!!! i forgot abt so much of thisđ
i do see where ur coming from with ur theory bc... how much time has passed in game??? how have u not heard from ur parents at all?? rosa are u not worried?? ik ur like 25 now but girl....
i hope her parents become a bigger part of the story that would be so cool.. if they're not.. yk.... dead
atp we should rename the nxx team fucking. team neglect. team abandonment issues. team isolation.
BC THEY R ALL SO LONELY
it might be why i enjoy nxx found family so much bc they all need their comfort and they get it from each other </3
like the boys pretend they hate each other but... i know ur secrets... u love each other i know it...
i think the fact that u do have to squint for rosa angst is so ??!! atp i think most people who play see rosa as her own character, not a self insert, which honestly i prefer but thats a wholeee different topic so i like having hints towards her life before the main story
she's a very selfless person from what we see, like it takes so much for her to be selfish or put herself above others... so maybe im reading into it a bit too much but the fact that she is so dismissive of her own possible traumas is so :((
im so glad that she's also becoming more of a character recently, like we're seeing her develop as well and it's just !! im looking forward to seeing where it goes and how much she changes with the story and with the boys
it gives angst And fluff potential so im *dancing around the room*
#tears of themis#i am rosas number one fan#squinting for angst is a workout#but its needed its necessary#i love my wife my queen my rosa#but yes pls pls pls let the boys comfort her too...#might be on my next fic roster...#whos to say#ask answering woohooo
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You take the dark and carve me out a home
Bucky Barnes x New Avenger!ReaderÂ
Summary: Unwinding after a tough mission is not exactly easy. Especially not when youâre part of a group that is always, constantly under scrutiny. Which is why you were always extra hard on yourself whenever you felt like you made a mistake or let the team down in any way. Bucky was aware of this, he was aware of everything regarding you, and usually he gave you your space and within a day or two youâd get back to normal. But this time was different, he noticed. It had been a couple of days since your last mission and you were still in that weird, distant headspace. And Bucky needed you back, the whole team needed you back, but him more because⌠well, because he cared about you a lot more than he let on.Â
Themes: soft!dom!bucky, praise kink, angst, hurt/comfort, friends-to-lovers, fluff

âWhere is she?âÂ
Bucky demanded, walking in, looking around, and noticing immediately that you werenât at the dinner table. The rest of the team looked like theyâd just been done eating. Alexei was almost falling asleep in his seat already.
âI thought she was with you?â Ava squinted at Bucky.Â
Yelena added, âDonât you two always work out together every night?âÂ
Bucky frowned. âI know, IâŚâ He paused to think. âI left the gym hours ago. She said she was gonna finish up and come find you guys.â He rolled his eyes at the realisation, âSo sheâs been in there alone for the past couple of hours and no one checked on her.âÂ
âI did.â Bob said, always with that lost puppy dog look in his eyes. âI went to the gym earlier to get a workout in. But she glared at me, so I just kinda left, like, really quickly.âÂ
âRelax, man.â John spoke, adding to Buckyâs irritation. âSheâs probably still working out to get her mind off things. You know how she gets.âÂ
Bucky sighed and walked away, leaving the rest of them in the kitchen. Damn it. He couldâve checked up on you too. But after his work out he had some calls to attend to, and deal with some things on behalf of the team. Heâd totally lost track of time. Also, he genuinely didnât think youâd stay in the gym for hours. He knew you worked out each day, sometimes twice a day. But lately, he was getting more and more worried watching you put your body through pain hours at a time.Â
He took the elevator to the floor the gym was on and walked in to find you with your boxing gloves on, the punching bag swinging gently in front of you. Your head was lowered, your back to him but he still saw the way your shoulders moved as you breathed quickly. Your skin glistened with sweat, and Bucky just knew you werenât having a good night.Â
Again.Â
He needed to do something about that.Â
âHave mercy on that poor punching bag.â He said, keeping his eyes on you as you turned to face him. He realised he would never get used to it, that intense look in your eyes whenever you got into moods like these. The look that made most people run away from you. But not him. Never him. âLetâs go. Youâre tired.âÂ
âIâm not.â You were quick to argue. Always quick to argue. Then you took your fighting stance again, facing him rather than the punching bag, your fists up in the air. Ready to spar. âCome on. And donât be gentle with me.âÂ
âNo.â He declined politely. âYouâve been here for hours. You need to shower, eat, and get some sleep. I canât have you walking around looking like that anymore.â He stepped closer, your dark red gloves almost touching his chest. âI know you think you messed up on our last mission. But you didnât. We made it out alive, all of us. Stop punishing yourself for things you didnât do.âÂ
You lowered your fists. Looking defeated. Bucky always saw right through you. âBut I put us at risk. I didnât wait for the signal,â You stated. âI couldâve gotten us all killed.âÂ
âBut you didnât.â He said firmly. âBesides, one mistake doesnât take away from the fact that youâre one of the best out of all of us.â He sighed upon seeing how truly hard you could be on yourself. âGive yourself some grace.âÂ
You hung your head again. Bucky wanted to hold you close and not let go until you felt better. And it killed him that he didn't know how to get you out of that dark, shadowy pit of guilt and disappointment. He reached out and touched your cheek, his fingers cupping your face. âWhatâs going on with you? Where are you?â He whispered, âCome back to us.âÂ
Come back to me.Â
You gave him a faint smile. Bucky had always been your safe place. With his dreamy blue and often tired eyes, and his Disney prince, perfect hair, and his charming smile. He was definitely your go-to person. You loved the rest of the team, but Bucky was special. He somehow always got it. With him, you never had to explicitly explain everything, he always just understood what you meant. He spoke your language.Â
You two had always been closer to each other than to the others. And while the others constantly teased you about the tension between you two, you never acted on it, nor did either of you ever deny it. Sure, flirty comments here and there were a regular thing. And you both cared deeply for one another, but you never talked about it in a serious way. Having the other there was always just⌠comfortable.Â
Bucky managed to get you out of the gym and sent you to your floor. He took the stairs to the kitchen again and made you a plate, full of your favourite things, and took it to your room. The door was unlocked and he could still hear you in the shower. He didnât want to disturb you so he placed the plate on your bed and left.Â
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Hours later, Bucky still couldnât sleep. Heâd received a text from you, you thanked him for bringing you food and said you were off to bed. But something was keeping him restless. He didnât know what it was. He simply couldnât stay still.Â
He quickly checked the cameras and was relieved to see the gym was empty. Which meant that you were up in your room. Which was a good thing, but something in his gut was telling him to go check up on you. Bucky got up immediately as soon as the thought crossed his mind.Â
He made his way to your floor again, the entire building was quiet. It was well past midnight and he said heâd just check on you. Nothing else. He would knock on your door and if you didnât answer immediately, he would go back up to his room.Â
But something told him you were still awake. And if you were awake you were probably overthinking yourself to death, drowning in guilt and disappointment. Bucky sighed, waiting for the elevator to stop on your floor. That look in your eyes earlier in the gym was haunting him. He missed the spark in you. The brightness. That empty look⌠he wanted it gone.Â
Bucky found himself rethinking his actions once he was at your bedroom door. There was still silence, even on the other side. But he knocked twice, he had to.Â
He waited, a little embarrassed because what the hell would he say he was here for? That is, if you were still up.Â
He was still wondering what he would actually say when you opened the door quickly, as if you were waiting for him to show up.Â
Bucky took one look at you and your face, tear-stained and lips trembling as you tried to keep it all in, and he pulled you into his arms immediately. Walking in and shutting the door behind him, Bucky kept his arms securely around you.Â
Your breaths were shaky. Your body trembling with your quiet sobs.Â
âHey, Iâm here.â Bucky whispered, his lips pressed against your forehead. âIâve got you. Itâs okay, itâs all gonna be okay. Iâm here.âÂ
And somehow, being in his arms made the darkness go away gradually. Buckyâs scent, his body heat, the feeling of his strong arms around you, hearing his steady heartbeat, it calmed you down instantly.Â
âCome here,â He walked over to your bed, sat down on the edge and pulled you down onto his lap. He had hugged you many times before, but this felt different. Intimate. But natural. It felt like you belonged there in his arms.Â
You straddled his thighs, limbs wrapped around him like he was the only thing left in the world. Like he was all you had. Your face hidden in the crook of his neck. His hands running up and down your back and sides while he kept mumbling reassuring words in your ear. You felt safe.Â
âIâm sorry.â You said.Â
And your voice was so quiet and weak that it broke his heart. âDonât be.â He quickly said. âYou didnât do anything wrong. We all make mistakes, itâs okay.âÂ
âI feel⌠inadequate.â You sniffled, pulling away to look him in the eyes. His ocean blue ones looked into your eyes with so much patience and warmth that it healed parts of you. âAnd empty,â You continued. âI feel like Iâm not doing enough. Like I'm still not strong enough. Just not enough.âÂ
âHey,â He cupped your face in his hands. âJust âcause thatâs what the voices are screaming at you, doesnât mean itâs true. Okay? None of what you just said is true.â He said, sincerely. âNone of it. Youâre the strongest person I know. Youâre fierce and kind. You boss most of us around, but you care so deeply and it shows.â His thumbs wiped your tears away. âYou add so much to our team, donât you see that? Youâre one of the few people Bob is comfortable around. You and Ava make a deadly combo. You and Yelena keep everything in order. You and John work really well together when it comes to keeping us safe or protecting us during combat. You and Alexei, well, he loves you just as much as he loves Yelena.â Bucky listed, âAnd as for you and I, weâre simply the best duo there can be, arenât we?â He sounded a little playful.Â
And it put a faint smile on your face. You sniffled, nodding slowly. âJust having a rough couple of days, I guess.âÂ
It was more than just that, but Bucky only asked, âWhat do you need? And donât say you need to box or spar, or anything. Clearly thatâs not helping like it usually does.â He pointed out. âYou wanna take a few days off and go somewhere to clear your head?âÂ
You shook your head, whispering, âNo. I like it here. Itâs fine, I just⌠I donât know.â You took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. âI canât quite put it into words.âÂ
âTry.â He said, âTake your time. Iâm here, Iâll listen.âÂ
You sighed again, unable to look him in the eyes as you spoke. âI just feel numb all the time. And it gets worse when I donât do my job well. And now Iâm struggling to just⌠feel something. I feel nothing all the time lately and I know it sounds like Iâm whining about it butâŚâ You took another deep breath, âItâs exhausting. Itâs heavy. Itâs not just numbness, itâs like Iâm stagnant and I want to get out of⌠whatever this state is and I try, I try but something keeps dragging me down and keeping me in a chokehold right where it feels the heaviest. I wanna get out. Of my head, out of this weird headspace Iâm in but nothing helps. Nothing works. I donât know. I donât know if that made sense, Iâm just fucked up I guess.âÂ
Chokehold. He knew that feeling all too well. âYouâre not fucked up.â He said, âI know how it feels.âÂ
âI know you do.â You finally met his eyes and the shadows disappeared gradually. âI donât know what I would do without you, Buck.âÂ
âWhat can I do to help?â He asked. It killed him to see you like this. You were here but also so distant. He wanted you back, for your own sake, but also because he missed having his best friend around.Â
âMake me feel something.â You said, softly like you were afraid someone else might hear. âAnything, please.âÂ
âOh, baby.â Something about the way you sounded so vulnerable, which was rare from you, made Bucky forget about everything else. He didnât care, all he wanted to do was piece you back together. âIâve got you.â He whispered, and leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, hands trailing down your body until he placed his hands on the curve of your ass and pulled you into him even more.Â
You gasped against his mouth, kissing him back slowly, melting into him. His metal hand came to rest on your exposed thigh, only then did you realise that in your PJ shorts really didnât hide much. His cold fingers lazily grazed the crease between your hip and thigh, and it was all you could focus on in the moment, other than the heat of his mouth.Â
Bucky pulled away to whisper, âJust so you know, we can stop if you donât want this,â before he kissed you hungrily again, his beard and his long, soft hair tickling your face. âWe can go back to talking and weâll pretend this never happened.âÂ
âPlease donât stop.â You mumbled against his mouth. âI need this. I need you.âÂ
âOkay,â He whispered, in between kisses, âI wonât stop, baby. Iâve got you,â He repeated. âDonât worry, Iâm right here. Okay?âÂ
You pulled away from the kiss, teary eyed again. âI trust you, Buck.âÂ
Bucky accepted the weight of that trust, he cupped your face and said softly, âI know, angel. Iâm gonna take care of you. I promise.âÂ
You couldâve sworn he used superhuman speed with how fast he flipped the two of you, tossing you down on your bed as he climbed on top of you. He carefully grabbed your hand and brought it up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles softly as he whispered, âIâll be gentle.âÂ
âDonât be.â You pleaded, looking up at him. His hair framed his face in a perfectly messy way. His body was warm above you. Bucky was always warmer than most people, you figured it was a supersoldier thing. âI donât want gentle.âÂ
He nodded. âOkay, angel. Remember, we can stop whenever you want to. Alright?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
Bucky held your stare as he rapidly undid the buttons of your satin PJ top, and immediately diving in to take a nipple into his mouth once the top was open. Sucking, and biting until your back arched off the bed.Â
âBuckyâŚâ You gasped, and moaned as he alternated between each breast while his hand slipped down to pull your shorts and underwear down your legs until you kicked it off yourself.Â
He pulled away to look at you, sprawled on the bed under him. Then he leaned in to whisper against your lips, âYou donât want gentle, huh? Well, youâre gonna be a good girl and do exactly as I say, okay? I need you to stop thinking, to stop calculating, and analysing, just listen to me. My voice and thatâs it.âÂ
He knew what it was like â that feeling of wanting someone to just tell you what to do. It didnât have to be sexual like right now, but just the loss of control in a safe, consensual way. With someone you trust blindly. He knew it could heal, partly at least. So he knew exactly what you needed right now.Â
He kissed you roughly, taking what he wanted from your open, willing mouth before pulling away to look down at you with a dangerous, gorgeous smile on his lips. âYouâre all mine now. You hear me?â He whispered against your mouth. âYouâre my perfect girl. And my perfect girl doesnât put herself down. She doesnât think she's not good enough. She doesnât think sheâs done a bad job. She doesnât think sheâs fucked up. Because sheâs not. Sheâs my good fucking girl, and sheâs perfect. You hear me? Youâre perfect.âÂ
You gasped as he lazily ran his metal fingers down your wet folds.Â
âLook at you, such a good girl. Lying here so perfectly with your legs spread, just letting me touch you however I want.â He stated, grabbing your face in his other hand as he slid two metal fingers inside you. His voice was steady, controlled, and firm as he said, âThis is how itâs gonna be from now on, okay? Whenever you need to be reminded how good you are, you come find me.â He slid his fingers deeper, pulling them out slowly in a way that he knew drove you insane, judging by the sounds you made. âWhenever the voices get too loud, you come find me.â He did it again. âWhenever it gets too dark, you come find me.â He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. âIâll fix it, baby. I always will. You donât have to carry all that alone, Iâll help you. Iâve got you from now on, you get that? Youâre not alone, Iâm here. Iâll always be here.âÂ
He had you coming all over his fingers in no time. He stroked you in all the right places and your body responded to each one of his lazy, deliberate strokes beautifully. You squirmed as he kept finger-fucking you through your orgasm.Â
âThereâs my perfect girl,â He cooed, watching you squirm and whine under him. âYou did so well,â He kissed your cheek, then the other, âYou sound so perfect when you come.âÂ
He pulled away for a brief moment, getting off of you and standing at the end of your bed, taking his t-shirt and sweatpants off but leaving his boxers, lowered just enough to free his erected cock.Â
He stood there, wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it twice while he held your stare. âItâs all for you, angel. All for you and no one else.â He said, watching with a slight smirk as you looked down at his cock and bit your lower lip. âAre you gonna be my good girl and take it?âÂ
You nodded quickly, âYes.â Not even realising that all the prior shadowy thoughts had completely left your head. This was all you could focus on â him. Bucky. With his perfect body, and his beautiful hair, and his dreamy eyes. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered.Â
Buckley climbed on top of you again. âCareful what you ask for, baby. Supersoldiers donât get tired.â He sounded so cocky it made you only want him more just to prove him wrong.Â
âI want you, please,â You begged, looking up at him with those eyes that made him weak.
One of his hands found its way to your throat and he wrapped his fingers around it carefully as he stared into your eyes. âNothing else holds my girl in a chokehold but me, you hear that? Nothing else has power over you, but me. And you,â He leaned in closer to make sure his point got across, âYou are my good girl. Youâre enough. You do a great job everyday. Youâre stronger than all thatâs trying to drag you down. And youâre louder than all the dark voices, you hear me?âÂ
You nodded, the look in his eyes was so intense, so raw and sincere, and so shamelessly feral that you mightâve come undone right there if he asked you to.Â
âYou will come for me like my good girl, wonât you, baby?â He asked, guiding the tip of his cock over to your clit and circling it, smearing his precum and your wetness around.Â
You whimpered at the sensation. So fucking good. You nodded rapidly, âYes⌠please,â You begged.Â
âOf course you will,â Bucky chuckled, âBecause youâre my perfect girl.â He teased you a bit more by just pressing the tip of his cock against your tight hole. Not pushing it in, just pressing ever so gently until you whined and clawed at his neck and shoulders, sliding your fingers into his ridiculously soft hair and tugging on it gently.Â
âBucky, please.â You mumbled, âPlease, please, pleaseâŚâÂ
âI know baby, I know.â He said, keeping his hand around your throat, pinning you down on your bed with it. âIâm here, Iâll make it feel good.â He whispered, before pushing his cock all the way inside you.Â
You gasped loudly at the same time as he groaned when he slid all the way in you. He remained still for a few moments, just relishing the feeling of your warmth around him. Your breath was shaky as you felt him fill you up and stretch you out so deliciously, snug, deep, and big inside you.Â
Bucky looked down at your face contorting in pleasure as he breathed heavily. Then he moved just a little, and the slightest friction made you whine even louder. âDoes that feel good, baby? Is that cock good enough for my perfect girl? Hmm?âÂ
âYesâŚâ You breathed, looking at his gorgeous face above you. Fuck, you could spend forever here under him. He felt so good.Â
âLook at that,â He said, âYouâre tearing up already,â He pointed out, noticing the wetness in the corners of your eyes. âFeel good inside you, donât I?â He teased, rolling his hips just the slightest bit in between your thighs.Â
You cried out in pleasure.Â
He tightened his grip around your throat slightly and said, âI know baby, I know it feels good. This is exactly what my good girl deserves.â He whispered. Then he said, âNow, keep your pretty eyes on me. I want you to watch me while I fuck you, okay?âÂ
You nodded quickly, a tear escaping your eye already. Fuck, he felt so good.Â
Bucky let out a grunt as he started fucking into you hard and fast. He tightened his grip around your throat as he sped up into you, holding your stare and telling you how good you felt.Â
You could only respond with moans and whimpers, which only made him fuck you harder.Â
He sped up into you, mumbling, âKnew youâd feel fucking amazing around me. âCause youâre my perfect girl, arenât you? Perfect, tight pussy as well.â He whispered, in a daze as he pounded into you. âYou were fucking made for me.âÂ
Your body squirmed under him, your back arching off the bed, you were burning. Bright and hot. Like the fucking sun. And he was giving it to you like you wanted it, hard, fast and raw.Â
His thrust was relentless, his weight on top of you felt too good. So good you never wanted him to pull out of you, so you raised your trembling legs and wrapped them around his hips.Â
He chuckled when you did that. âYeah? Donât want me to stop, do you?â He taunted. âJust want me to keep going, keep fucking my good girl how she likes it, huh?â He pressed the sides of your throat as he fucked deeper into you.Â
He watched as you got closer and closer to the edge. And just when you were right there⌠he stopped abruptly, and pulled out.Â
You gasped in shock.Â
âOh what, you thought you could just come so easily?â He teased, grabbing you by the hips and flipping you around onto your stomach. âI tried to be nice and sweet to you, but thatâs not what you want or need, is it, baby?â You moaned as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to your lower back with one hand, while the other guided his cock over to your hole again. âYou see? This is what you need.â He leaned over you to whisper into your ear, sliding back inside you as he said, âYou wanted me to make you feel something, huh? Do you feel it now, baby?â He tugged on your pinned wrists, which made you whine in pain and pleasure. âYou feel me inside you? Right where I belong, isnât it?âÂ
You nodded, rubbing your face against your dark, cool bed sheets. âYesâŚâÂ
He began fucking into you from behind, hard and fast. Mercilessly. Like he was claiming you. Marking his territory. Rough. Raw. The pleasure was overwhelming, building, and building, and buildingâŚÂ
Until you couldnât hold it back much longerâŚÂ
âCome for me, angel.â He whispered, lips brushing against your ear. âBe my good girl and come all overâŚâÂ
You didnât hear the rest. You came all over his cock with a loud moan, gasping and crying as he came right after you â filling you up with his cum as he did. You were gasping for air, and so was he. His body weight on top of you felt nice, his body heat felt nice. Everything was nice, light, and perfect.Â
He let go of your wrists and then you felt him kiss along your spine, gently. Softly. Like he hadnât been fucking you like an animal just seconds ago. âYou okay, baby?â He asked, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. âMy pretty girl, so perfect for me.âÂ
You were still catching your breath when Bucky lay beside you and pulled you into his arms. You immediately clung to his side.Â
âIâve got you.â He whispered.Â
You sighed, with a faint smile forming on your face. Your cheek pressing against his damp chest. âThank you, Buck.â Your mind was quiet, but in a good way. âI needed that.âÂ
âI know.â He murmured, rubbing your back in that soothing way he always did.Â
But then, you still had one question. âHow did you know when to come find me? I texted you I was going to bed.â How did he even know to come and check on you? How did he know you werenât doing well at all?Â
A smirk, then he said, âI always know what my girl needs.âÂ
You teased, âYour girl, huh?âÂ
âYouâve always been my girl.âÂ
â
a/n: [escapes my padded cell to throw this at your face]
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pairing: jungkook x fem reader
synopsis: starting off on the wrong foot with your new neighbor was not on the top of your bucket list, yet youâve made an enemy of jeon jungkook in less than 24 hours. unlucky for you, heâs not backing down either.
genre: enemies to friends to lovers (e2f2l)
wc: ~16.4k
cw: not so cute meet, slice of life, slight angst, fluff, mature language, mean jk and mean oc â they get better though, cheating (not main characters), fwb (not main characters), mutual pining, oc is lowkey a hopeless romantic, 18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI đ, smut, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, love love love. if i got any rules/regulations wrong, i didnt. leave me alone, itâs fanfic đâ¨also written in lowercase bc thatâs just how my phone setting is and iâm too lazy to go back to capitalize ⌠¯\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
a/n: yuh ⌠inspired by real life events. anyways, this is the first time iâve posted a fic on this page. iâve been an avid reader (still am) but iâve been wanting to put something out too. so hereâs my gift to close out 2024. also, i miss jk. I MISS BANGTAN. ;-; enjoy and lmk your thoughts!
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if you had to describe your ideal neighbor in three words, itâd be: mindful, quiet, and kind. cause thatâs what your neighbor, mrs. lee, was to you in the last three years youâve lived in this apartment complex. she kept to herself, walked her small crusty (but cute) senior white dog, and brought you leftover cookies when she baked too much for her grandkids. you always had a feeling she made just the right amount with you in mind, but of course sheâd never tell you.
so when she broke the news that she was going to move into her sonâs home because theyâve been worried about her living alone, you were happy for her â happy that sheâs going to get taken care of, but sad that youâll be losing a great neighbor.
you tell her whoever moves in after her probably wonât be as good of a baker. she simply laughs and tells you to be nice.
three months pass and you hear footsteps outside your door one afternoon. when you try spying through your peephole to get a glimpse of the commotion, you see boxes stacked on the side of apt# 305.
finally, someone was moving in.
some of the boxes were spilling onto your welcome mat, but that didnât really bother you. you were more curious about your new neighbor ⌠er, perhaps neighbors. so any clue on whether it was going to be an individual or a family moving in would give you an idea of who youâll be living next to.
unfortunately for you, all the boxes were neatly sealed off.
âdang it.â you mutter to yourself while squinting at the labels on the boxes. clothes, kitchen, shoes ⌠workout? well, okay no indication of toys so you can safely assume there arenât any kids ⌠yet.
you look at your clock, itâs about time you head out to get your mail anyways. maybe youâll bump into your new neighbor(s).
except, it wasnât as easy to spot who exactly was going to be moving in with all the different movers. you sigh and sift through your mail as you walk up the stairs to your apartment. most of the boxes that were outside had already been moved inside the apartment by the time you returned from the mailroom.
as curious as you were of who your new neighbor could be, you had better things to do ⌠like binge watch your kdramas before your shift starts. maybe if youâre feeling extra nice ⌠youâll say hi later. no one wants to start off on a bad foot with their neighbor. you fumble around your pockets for your keys and eventually hear your locks click open when youâve successfully unlocked your door.
âhey, neighbor.â
you turn. now, in all your 28 glorious years of living, you can easily count the times youâve been starstruck on one hand. seeing the northern lights by accident on your way home in 2024, meeting your favorite youtuber at a late night diner when you were 15 years old, and being noticed by one of the highest ranked players in maplestoryâs world chat.
the person in front of you? a sight to behold. tall, killer smile, numerous piercings, and a forearm adorned in tattoos. yeah. you donât think starstruck would fit for this occurrence, but what you do know is that theyâve gotten you tongue tied.
âwelcome!â you blurt out and give a tight-lipped smile before barreling through your entryway. you donât give yourself another second to study his expression once the door shuts behind you. were you lame to run away from your new neighbor? sure. will you regret this? well, the cringe is already seeping in. youâre probably branded as the weird girl now ⌠whatever.
whatâs done is done.
you donât know if 305 is mindful, quiet, or kind.
but fuck, heâs hot.
â
305 was not quiet.
you know itâs a housewarming party with a couple of his friends. he didnât have to tell you ⌠you heard them loud and clear through the walls several times as they clinked their shot glasses for the 11th time that evening.
youâre texting your frustrations to dohwan, your boyfriend (?) er ⌠someone youâve been talking to (and fucking) these last 2 years. he hasnât quite put a label on the relationship just yet and claimed that he is only seeing you. labels didnât really matter to you but as time grew, youâve come to like him a lot and wished for something more. heâs career-driven, great in bed, and knows how to whip up a good breakfast the morning after he stays for the night. he was supposed to come over tonight, but told you he got caught up with work. itâs times like these where you feel a level of uncertainty with dohwan. you spiral and donât feel as secure as you want to be.
you shouldnât feel hurt or disappointed ⌠but you do, because hell, alright ⌠maybe you didnât just like him.
you love him.
youâre not embarrassed that you told him 9 months into seeing each other. has he said it back? no, but thatâs okay! everyone has a different timeline when it comes to feelings. you could only hope he meets yours soon enough. why else would he stay for this long?
back to the situation at hand.
youâre not an irritable person, but the least 305 couldâve done was given you a heads up that he was going to have a celebration. you wouldâve asked to stay over at dohwanâs in that case.
another round of laughter erupts through your walls and you grit your teeth in annoyance.
âfuckinâ hell,â you throw the covers off your body and march out of your apartment. you find yourself glaring at 305âs door â a juxtaposition from how you usually looked when mrs. lee used to reside here.
god, you missed her.
you knock on the door a few times, taking note how the chattering from the inside decreases and some footsteps grow close to the door.
again, you almost want to want to run back to your apartment when youâre face to face with 305âs handsome confused face.
realizing itâs you, 305 smiles, âoh, heyââ
âitâs nearly 12 a.m. do you mind?â you cut him off.
his smile drops and he leans one shoulder on his doorway.
âsorry,â he says, âweâll wrap up soon.â
youâd usually drop something this trivial by now, but youâre in a foul mood. unfortunately for 305, this is will be his official first impression of you.
âhow much longer is âsoon?â itâs been like this for 4 hours,â you really donât mean for it to come out that way, but the damage is done.
little did you know, 305 wasnât going to backdown either. he may be new to this complex, but heâs not privy to obnoxious neighbors. the only difference is that he thought you were going to be quiet and shy, much like the first meeting.
âdonât know.â he shrugs.
âi really donât want to involve property management.â you cross your arms. itâs a half threat â youâve never called because you never needed to ⌠but youâll flip through your 50 page rental agreement if you have to.
he mirrors your stance and looks out to your apartmentâs door.
âwell, sorry to burst your bubble, 307.â he says and you see red, âbut management is aware of my get together. itâs not my fault they didnât inform the other residents.â
âasshole.â you mutter under your breath.
he smiles again, a little less friendly and more condescending this time, âweâll finish soon, 307. good night.â he shuts his door on you before you can formulate a sentence and youâre left outside in the dark.
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âyo, jungkook ⌠were we being too loud?â hoseok asks while popping a handful of m&mâs into his mouth.
âyeah, cause your laugh can be heard from all throughout korea,â jimin mocks, earning him a shove from hoseok.
ânah, donât worry about it. just my neighbor saying hi.â jungkook plops down on the sofa with the rest of his friends.
âoh? shouldâve invited them in. we have enough pizza to feed a village.â taehyung nudges his side.
jungkook laughs and shakes his head, âjust scale down on the volume and weâll be golden.â
jungkook loves good company, having lived with his friends for most of his college years, he was a bit reluctant to move out. itâs a little bittersweet, but all his friends are happy for him and his new journey in adulthood. he wonât have to deal with messy roommates and random guests ⌠vice versa. as fun as it was to live in a house full of your best friends, at the end of the day, men will be men. gross, loud, and obnoxious.
not jungkook though, so he thinks.
âha! called it,â jimin snorts, âyou were being too loud, hyung.â this earns jimin a punch to the arm and hoseokâs booming laugh when jimin dramatically falls off the chair.
jungkook knew it was useless to request this of his friends, so he took it upon himself to give the property manager a heads up. lucky for him, the lady seemed more than happy to accommodate. she even left her business card with him after he signed the lease ⌠something about calling her if thereâs ever an issue with the apartment â any time of the day.
weird.
whatâs weirder was his neighbor. from running away during the first meeting to demanding he end his housewarming on the spot. okay, to be fair, you didnât, but you might as well have. it didnât help that jungkook was hotheaded and gets a little irrational when something involved his friends.
so what if he thought you were pretty in your black pajama set? you called his friends loud, when in honesty, they couldâve been much worse. seriously. he knows jiminâs taunting held some truth. hoseok has been responsible for some noise complaints in the past. so this was considered manageable. plus, itâs not like heâll be inviting them over every weekend.
but if it meant pissing you off, he might consider it.
alright, he wasnât that cruel and he definitely doesnât want to make living next to you unbearable. heâll apologize first thing in the morning tomorrow, but for now, he just wants to enjoy his time with his best friends.
â
jungkook was going to murder you.
not literally, but he could if it wasnât for the major hangover holding him back. he blinks twice, looks at the clock on his nightstand, reads 7:01am, and lets out a big sigh after another round of drilling vibrates against his wall.
fuckinâ hell.
it feels comical now that heâs in front of your apartment, face still swollen from sleep, but so visibly upset at being woken up at the ass crack of dawn.
âare you serious?â he asks, voice still laced with heavy sleep.
you, on the other hand, look put together and almost too happy this early in the day. jungkook can only rule you out as a psychopath â a pretty psychopath. your hair all in place, lashes kissing your cheeks when you smile at him, and not a single wrinkle on your clothing in sight.
âwhatâs up,â you peer outside your door just as he did last night, â305?â
he wants to let out a groan, but thatâd give you too much power.
âdrilling at 7 in the morning? thatâs gotta be a violation.â his voice still laced with sleep, though, heâs sure to sound assertive.
ânope! here,â you smile and pull out your phone, the level of brightness makes jungkook squint, âcounty regulations allow work as early as 6:30am.â
âyeah, if thereâs justification. thereâs no reason for you to be drilling this early.â jungkook argues back.
you pout, evidently not sad at that revelation, âbut my mental health. i was kept up all night by my neighbor and his friends ⌠i need some wall decor to cheer me up. surely you could sympathize, right?â
you donât allow him to formulate another thought as youâre shutting the door, âiâll be done soon, have a good day!â
jungkook almost wants to laugh at how irritated he is, but all he can do now is try to get some shut eye before his shift starts. that is, if he can even go back to sleep.
shouldâve asked his friends for some earplugs as a housewarming gift.
â
the drilling eventually came to a stop. only because you could not be bothered to wake up earlier than you had to and you think you made your point pretty clear to your neighbor â donât fuck with me.
honestly, youâre not sure what came over you. you never liked causing issues for people and youâre also well liked by your work peers and friends, so this was out of character of you. it also didnât help that your friends spurred you on and praised you for one upping him. as the rage dissipated from your system, youâve come to the conclusion of why you acted out.
your new neighbor was a conventionally attractive man. he probably knows this too judging from the way he spoke to you â like youâd back down just because he said so. he probably was able to schmooze the lease manager into giving him a better rent deal and get pardoned for all the noise he made during his housewarming party. sucks for him; youâre not a fan of pretty privilege.
you had to set him straight, so drilling into a random piece of wood every morning right near his bedroom wall was the perfect revenge. you expected some backlash from him; surprisingly, he didnât say a word to you after his first confrontation. so, you stopped the antics after the third day.
weeks later, you learned his name is jeon jungkook. not through a formal introduction ⌠only because his mail got mixed in with yours and you tossed it onto his welcome mat. he eventually came to realize your name through the same way too.
though, heâll always be 305 to you and youâll always be 307 to him.
thatâs fine.
youâll scowl every time you see him and heâll stick a middle finger up to you as well.
the feeling was mutual.
âso, are you still battling it out with your new neighbor?â dohwan asks one evening. his head was actually between your legs at the moment. you like having random conversations during sex, but talking about your annoying neighbor wasnât on the top of your list.
âmm, yeah,â you moan lowly when he flicks his tongue on your clit. âwell n-no, not anymore.â you correct yourself, âoh fuck, keep going.â
âgood, iâm tired of hearing about him,â he chuckles against you and continues his ministrations between your folds. if you were caught off guard by his comment, you werenât anymore. the pleasure coursing through your body is enough to make your head spin.
he moves away from your body once youâve come by his mouth. without warning, he slips inside you and you hiss from the overstimulation, still sensitive from your previous orgasm.
âgonna fuck you so well.âheâs thrusting relentlessly, âitâs what you need, huh princess?â
you nod, too overcome by the power of his thrusts hitting all the right spots. dohwan is a little more vocal tonight â it makes you feel special but youâre also a little self conscious about your nextdoor neighbor hearing things. youâve always kept it down even when mrs. lee lived next door, jungkook would be no exception.
people fuck, it doesnât mean you canât be courteous. you sure as hell donât want to hear your neighbor fucking given that youâve seen him bring back several different girls to the apartment these couple of weeks.
one thing youâll commend jungkook for is not being a loud fucker in the bed.
âbaby,â you whine as he pauses a little to listen to what you have to say, âwe should keep it down.â
he tilts his head, reaches in between your bodies and circles slowly on your clit with his thumb while he resumes rocking into you. you keen and almost let out a moan.
âwhy? let the asshole hear.â he grunts when he picks up the pace again. dohwan kisses down your neck and leaves a red hickey on your collarbone. you let out a pretty sigh and wrap your legs around his waist.
ây-you,â he moans particularly louder and it throws you off slightly, âsaw the way he looked at me today, right?â
you didnât, but you definitely saw the way dohwan glared at jungkook and tightened his hold on your waist before entering your apartment. meanwhile jungkook had just come back from his evening run â at least thatâs what you assumed since he was wiping away his sweaty hair from his flushed face coming up the stairs.
âbaby, are you really going to talk to me about another man while weâre fucking?â you laugh and cup his face in your hands. he huffs in frustration but his eyes soften, itâs opposite to the brutal pace heâs set on your pussy.
âsorry,â he continues fucking into you and the room is filled with wet noises and his panting once again. even though he apologized, he does nothing to lower his volume.
knock-knock. the sound definitely did not come from the frontdoor, it was far too close to hear.
another series of knocks come and you realize itâs your bedroom wall. dohwan pays no attention to those sounds and is far into chasing his own high, but you move your hands over his mouth to muffle his grunts.
jeon jungkook is knocking on your wall.
he knows youâre having sex and youâve become that obnoxious neighbor. if that wasnât enough of an instant mood killer, you hear him blasting one of akonâs featured hits âi just had sexâ to mock you and dohwan.
yeah, sexy time is over. you push dohwan off you and head into the bathroom to nurse your embarrassment.
shortly that night, dohwan leaves and itâs the first time youâve gotten into an argument with him where you think heâs in the wrong.
â
people find it daunting to go to the movies alone. youâd agree until you were forced to go alone after no one wanted to go watch twilight with you in high school. it was awkward at first, but once the light dimmed and the movie started, no one cared about their surroundings.
thatâs why you liked going alone. no one will pay attention to how alone you were. everyone in there will be focused on the big screen in front â you included. there was always something liberating about doing things alone too. âlike yeah, stick it ⌠i donât need anyone.â kind of energy.
the only thing you wished was to have someone to discourse with after the movie ended. itâs not a dealbreaker though. you could have easily asked dohwan to come with you, but youâve been ignoring him since last week after the loud sex fiasco.
regardless, youâre watching moana 2 today. youâre sure itâs going to be a full house given that itâs the opening week. you can only pray that you wonât be surrounded by snotty (literally) kids. nonetheless, youâre excited and the theater was getting filled up as more movie goers come in during the preview. your row was nearly full, saved for the single empty seats on your left and right side.
score, no seat partners or snotty kids. youâve won this time around.
youâre texting your friends and telling them your luckâ
âahem.â
you look up and you see two people standing in front of you. youâre sure itâs for the seats on your left and right side cause you double checked your ticket before sitting down and everyone else in your row has been seated for quite some time.
âcan you move?â one person asks. weirdly enough, the voice is familiar.
even though the lights are low in the theater, you can see that itâs a man and a woman. and when you squint a little more at their figure, thatâs when something catches your eyes. a tiger lily tattoo, the same one that your neighbor has.
no fucking way.
âhello?? can you move?â he asks again a little more aggressively. thereâs no way he canât recognize itâs you being that the movie screen is bright enough to shine a light on you. doesnât matter. you werenât going to move before and you definitely arenât going to move now. hell, youâve been asked plenty of times to move by both families and couples in the past â the difference was that they asked nicely. some were generous enough to offer you snacks when you did move for them.
jungkook? nah. no thank you. youâll stay right where you are.
ânope.â you hold out your ticket to show your seat number and refocus back on the previews playing.
the girl behind him grabs his arm and gently asks him what seat numbers he got.
âk11 and 13.â he mumbles.
yeah, cause you had bought k12.
âoh, um, itâs okay! we wouldnât even be talking during the movies anyways,â she reassures with a kind smile. âletâs sit so that weâre not blocking anyone?â
jungkook gives her a tight lipped smile and plops down on k11 while the girl takes k13.
âyouâre fucking annoying for that.â he says only loud enough for you to hear. heâs angrily eating his popcorn and it makes you want to laugh mockingly. heâs dressed in all black with a silver chain dangling loosely around his neck. his hair is neatly styled and he smells nice. perfect for a first date ⌠minus you being the factor to ruin it.
âiâm not the one that booked shit last minute. do better.â you shrug.
the previews are still playing and you look over at the girl. sheâs so pretty and probably too sweet for jungkookâs good based on how she handled the seating situation.
you feel a little guilty, but that feeling leaves you the moment jungkook hands over the popcorn to the girl, spilling a couple on your lap. you glare, he smirks, and the girl unknowingly takes the bucket from him.
well, two can play that game.
âyour nails are so cute, whereâd you get them done?â you ask.
she beams and shows you her set, âa little shop called banger nails down myeong-dong! theyâre great.â
âoh, your nails are so pretty though. where do you get it done?â
truth be told, you havenât had your nails filled in over 3 weeks ⌠you know they look rough, but you assume sheâs just trying to maintain a conversation being that her actual date was a seat away.
you tell her your shop and she tells you sheâll definitely try out that location when she has the chance. she offers you some popcorn and you unashamedly take some, making sure jungkook sees.
he clenches his jaw and rolls his eyes, but makes no move to turn to your direction.
âoh, how rude of me. whatâs your name?â you reach out to shake her hands.
ânayeon,â she answers and takes your hand in hers, âyou?â
you tell her your name and she nods with a sweet smile. yeah, sheâs definitely too good for jungkook.
the movie starts and youâre whispering commentaries and giggling with nayeon. you both held hands during the intense scenes and teared up at the ending. it felt really nice to connect with someone like this right off the bat. she was kind and funny throughout the entirety of the movie too.
you canât say the same for jungkook. he had his arms crossed with a deep frown stamped on his face for two whole hours.
when the movie credit rolls, jungkook stands up and holds out his hand to help nayeon up. huh, chivalry isnât dead you suppose. nayeon stands up and waves at you.
âit was so nice meeting you! we should definitely hang out. here, letâs follow each other on instagram!â she fumbles through her purse for her phone and you notice how jungkook closes his eyes in frustration behind her.
you and nayeon exchange contacts and as youâre reclining your seat upright, you hear jungkook ask her, âwould you wanna get some froyo? my treat for messing up on the tickets.â
âaw, it all worked out though! i met a new friend,â she gestures over to you. jungkook doesnât really acknowledge nor claim he has already met you.
why would he?
âiâm glad,â he replies, âstill though, i feel bad that we didnât really hang out. still up for that sweet treat?â
nayeon nods and looks back at you, âwould you like to join us?â
unbeknownst to nayeon, jungkook looks at you in desperation this time and shakes his head pleadingly. you think youâve tortured him enough this evening and you donât want to subject yourself to hanging out with jungkook. seeing the couple link hands in front of you, youâre sorta missing dohwan a little now ⌠so youâll reach out to him and see what heâs doing.
âno, itâs okay. you both should enjoy that sweet treat together. iâll text you on instagram!â you wave and jungkook lets out a breath of relief.
âletâs go?â now, what shocks you is his soft smile towards nayeon. itâs almost a 180 to the attitude youâve experienced with him. then again, maybe it takes a special kind of person to bring that side out of you. nayeon can definitely do that.
she waves at you again and this time jungkook also waves at you (begrudgingly) too. itâs not a goodbye, but a âsee you later ⌠unfortunately.â type of wave.
â
you come back from dohwanâs place a little after midnight.
nothing special happened, just hung out like normally. he didnât bring up the argument and you didnât feel like talking about jungkook either. this was a regular occurrence in your relationship with him. fights were always difficult, but the mend was easy ⌠cause you guys tend to just sweep the issue under the rug.
clean slate.
âjesus christ!â you jump at the sight of a tall dark figure when you reach the top of your floor. your hand flies to your chest to hold down your hammering heart.
ârelax, 307. just me.â jungkook says.
âscared the shit out of me.â you murmur to yourself. you proceed to open your door just as jungkook gets his keys out too.
âfitting for a piece of shit like yourself.â
âexcuse me?â you raise your brows in question.
âyou heard me,â he steps back out from his door, âloud for no reason, fuck like youâre the only one in the complex, and donât even have the decency to move a seat over. itâs no wonder the previous resident moved away.â
you really want to argue back, but he read you for filth. you really have been an asshole, still, the comment about mrs. lee hurt. youâre not what jungkook makes you to be, but youâve given him every reason to perceive you in this manner.
âlook, iâll apologizeââ
ânah, save it. iâm tired of being nice too. have the night you deserve.â with that, he goes into his apartment and youâre left contemplating how you let things get this bad and awkward with your new neighbor.
thereâs no point in trying to talk to your neighbor now. itâs late. youâll process everything first and try talking to him tomorrow.
â
the talk never happened.
because for the next 27 days, youâve been woken up by a blender at 5 a.m. you let that slide for the first 5 days thinking it was jungkookâs way of venting out his frustrations, but by the end of the week, you were back on hating your neighbor.
today marks day 28. youâve had a long day at work and dohwan has been dodgy with you this week. you call him during lunch to ask him why heâs been so distant and he immediately goes off on you saying that he feels suffocated and that he likes his space. it hurts. because you thought that when you really like someone, all you want to do is fill your day with them.
itâs the evening after your shift and you barely make it up the top of the stairs before you sit down and cry into your hands. itâs so fucking embarrassing crying over a man, especially for one that you really like. majority of the time, he really does make you feel like youâre on top of the world, but then take you down to the pits of hell.
highest of highs, lowest of lows.
it fucking hurts, but you also donât want to be more alone than how you are.
you hear footsteps come closer and you immediately wipe away your tears and look to the other side of the railing. the person coming up doesnât stop and walks up past you.
you know them. you know itâs him. you can tell by his cologne and the black converse he fancies.
when you think heâs far enough and in his apartment, you let yourself cry some more.
little did you know, jungkook stands at the top of the stairs, contemplating on whether he should talk to you. he thinks youâre crying because of the blender. or maybe youâre crying because you have to go home to a shitty neighbor. feels bad and guilty. hates to see women cry or anyone cry for that matter âŚ
you hear footsteps from behind and sniffle into your hands.
âuh, 307?â
âwhat?â your tone is biting but thatâs understandable. youâve been under a lot of stress.
he sighs, sits down right next to you on one of the steps. his legs are long so his knees fan out a little to brush yours. you scoot away and look at him with your bloodshot eyes.
ah, shit. he feels even worse.
âi know iâve been a dick to you from the start.â he begins.
you scoff and look away.
âyou didnât make things easy either, okay?â he rolls his eyes, âbut if youâre crying about the blender âŚâ
âoh for fuckâs sake! no, this isnât about the blender, 305.â you huff.
âah.â he opens his mouth and closes it to think what to say next, âlemme guess ⌠boy trouble?â
âshut the fuck up.â
he does so this time for a few minutes until you start talking.
âlook, iâve been meaning to say this but iâm sorry for being an asshole to you. youâre new here and i gave you a bad impression of me. i donât want to continue making this a hostile living situation for the both of us.â you meant every word you said and whether jungkook accepts your apology, thatâs for him to decide. at least you were the bigger person to apologize and take accountability.
âthanks. iâm sorry for being rude too. clean slate?â he reaches his hand out for you to shake. you look at his tattooed hand and a part of you feels relieved at the prospect of a resolution. you shake his hand in agreement. his hand was warm, a little calloused, but the hold was firm and promising.
âyouâll stop with the blender now?â you muse.
âaw man, i was getting used to the daily fresh green smoothies ⌠but i think the blender is on its last leg. iâll spare you for now and buy premade smoothies,â he grins and winks jokingly. his smile was friendly, similar to the one he gave to nayeon that one date. speaking of which, youâll have to text her when you get home ⌠sheâll definitely want to hear this update. youâve been religiously in contact with her since the movie date and sheâs been your person when it came to complaining about jungkook.
you and jungkook stare out at the sunset and breathe in the autumn air. itâs nice and just what you needed.
âhey, 307?â jungkook breaks the silence after a while and you hum in response, âfor what itâs worth, he sounds like a dying gorilla when he fucks.â
it was the first time you laughed all day.
â
things have gone back to normal between you and dohwan surprisingly. he apologized to you the next day and said he acted out because work has been on him lately. you accepted his apology.
on top of that, you and jungkook are ⌠getting along? heâs actually not that bad. he greets you every morning and makes small talk with you about the weather when you are both at the mailroom.
oh, and the blender at 5 a.m. have stopped completely. he does complain that he misses his green smoothie, to which you reply that he can still make it ⌠just not when youâre still in deep sleep.
âno thanks, the prep is annoying.â he brushes it off.
so one morning after grocery shopping, you pick up a cup of green smoothie from your favorite shop and drop it off at his door before heâs back from his usual run.
âdrink up, 305. - your lovely, sweet, favorite neighbor 307 âĄâ
to which, he dropped off a matcha pastry to you the next day after you mentioned how youâve been craving it lately.
âpeace offering to the demon. ps. youâre my only neighbor LOL - 305â
needless to say, this started a ritual between you and him dropping off snacks and drinks to each other.
so yeah, things have been good.
tonight, dohwan is taking you out on a movie date to watch wicked. itâs not your first choice, but you love a classic so youâre open to see this modern-day remake. plus, heâs been extra sweet to you too.
youâre standing near the ticketing area waiting for dohwan to get snacks when you suddenly hear, â307?â
you turn your head and itâs jungkook with a girl youâve never met before. he waves and asks what youâre watching.
you point at a nearby wicked movie poster and he nods.
âweâre seeing the same movie too. sorry, forgot to introduce you both â this is jinah,â he gestures at the girl next to him and she nods at you in acknowledgment, âand this is my neighbor.â
âohhh the one that drilled for a week?â she marvels at you and you flush at her question.
âthree days,â he corrects, âbut felt like an eternity.â jungkook looks back at you like itâs an inside joke and you feel warm under his gaze.
âheâs exaggerating. eternity is waking up to a blender for almost a month.â you fire back casually and it earns a laugh from everyone.
âwell, youâre here with someone this time right?â he teases since he notices your makeup is done extra nice tonight and you have on a shorter beige skirt that cuts right at the top of your thighs. you looked beautiful whether or not this was for an actual date.
anyways, itâs all said in pure jest and he knows you take no offense in it when you laugh. knows he can joke around with you now â youâve both established a good rapport.
âmhm. you bought tickets right next to each other this time?â you retort and he snorts at your question.
jungkook stares off from a distance and his gaze changes. he takes hold of jinahâs hand in front of you.
âiâll catch you later, 307. enjoy the movie, âkay?â
âoh, okay,â you stare at jungkook in confusion, âit was nice meeting you, jinah. hope you both enjoy the movie.â
they both turn and head to the the concessions first and youâre back waiting alone again, but not for long.
a hand touches your lower back and you know it belonged to dohwan.
âready?â he hands over your drink and you both head to the screening auditorium.
thereâs an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach, but you push it away once youâve found your seats.
â
jungkook feels sick.
heâs seated behind you and dohwan. that was fine â wasnât the problem.
the issue was seeing him be overly affectionate to you once he took notice of jungkook outside the auditorium. he doesnât want to assume, but thatâs the energy he gets from dohwan. itâs too much. though perhaps thatâs how he usually was to you â he should be doting to you as someone youâre romantically involved with.
jungkook has a bad feeling about him.
jungkook has been on multiple dates this year, nothing ever leading to more because there wasnât a spark beyond physical attraction. he doesnât want to waste anyoneâs time or hurt someone in the process if he were to continue something he sees no future with. which brings him to wonder why you still entertain that man when he clearly comes and goes as he pleases.
the sex canât be that good ⌠based on what jungkook was forced to hear that one evening. plus, he made you cry. that man canât be good.
well, what does he know about relationships? heâs the âserial daterâ while youâve been with the same person. obviously jungkook is doing something wrong. maybe jungkook was just projecting.
he lets out a sigh when dohwan slips his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer.
âyou good?â jinah whispers.
âyeah, sorry. didnât realize how long the movie was. ass is starting to go numb,â he smiles apologetically.
she nods and refocuses back to the big screen. jinah was nice, but a little too uptight for his liking ⌠she would stare back blankly at him when he tells a joke and it makes him question his own humor. heâs sure heâs a funny guy â you always seemed to laugh at his remarks.
shit.
why was he thinking about his neighbor when heâs on a date with another person?
he shakes away those thoughts and zones in on the movie. just a couple more hours till he can go home and relax. a bitter part of him hopes he doesnât have to see you and dohwan enter your place together tonight.
â
you and jungkook have this thing where you go on walks and get your mail at the same time on fridays. thatâs the day you work from home and heâs off.
you never liked walks but jungkook called you out one day for walking extra stiff up the stairs. you canât help it ⌠sitting for long hours at a desk job wasnât ideal for your body, but it got the bills paid. by the end of your shifts, youâre too burnt out to do anything. youâre not like him who goes on routine runs at the ass crack of dawn. not everyone was fortunate to have a ⌠wait, youâre not sure what he really did for work.
â305.â you deadpan, trying to maintain your big steps to match his long strides.
âhm?â he takes notice of your walking form and slows down his pace so that you can catch up. his dimples are on full display when he looks at you and it nearly makes you forget what you were going to ask him.
âwhat do you do for work?â
âwhatâs it to you, 307?â his brows raise in question and he chuckles when you scowl.
âjust wondering. you seem to have a good work-life balance.â you shrug. he has to be making some form of income to afford the cost of living in this part of the city, so if itâs not an office job like yours, youâre curious what his line of work could be in.
âcurrently a tattoo apprentice, but i do art commissions on the side.â
âoh?â it makes sense. he had this artistic aura to him ⌠tattoo apprentice also made sense too with his sleeve of tattoos. you wonder how many of those he designed himself.
âthatâs very cool,â you mean it. you wish you could draw but your art skills could only rival a preschooler at best.
âyeah?â he scratches his behind his head, a habit youâve noticed he does when he gets a little shy or flustered. âparents were super against it up until they saw what i made on my first commission.â
âitâs always like that with parents, huh? if youâre not a doctor or lawyer, nothing is ever enough for them,â you shake your head. itâs a small revelation, but jungkook feels the weight of your words. he can relate.
âyou like what you do?â he tries to change the topic.
âitâs okay, gets the bills paid but honestly iâm developing a shrimp back from sitting at the desk all day.â you confess.
âgood thing weâre going on these walks, miss hunchback.â he quips and nudges your arm with his elbow.
you stick your tongue out at him and his smile widens. jungkook takes out his phone and shows you some of the tattoos heâs assisted with on some clients these past months. you zoom in and stare in awe â the line work and colors were beyond beautiful and clean.
âtheyâre amazing, jungkook.â
his nose crinkles when he smiles at your compliment and cheeks flush at the usage of his real name.
âwhenever youâre free, you can come over to check out my commissions.â he offers.
âyeah? you promise this isnât some secret invitation to get murdered?â you smile cheekily at him and he playfully rolls his eyes.
âno promises,â he says and grins when you dramatically stop in your tracks.
âcome on, 307. your lunch break is almost over and i gotta get my mail.â
â
you and jungkook return from the mailroom with stacks of envelopes and coupon advertising from random companies.
heâs behind you looking through his stack. among his many bad habits, one is not having the patience to open his mail in the comforts of his own home. typically by the time you both get to your respective doors, he already has the majority of his envelopes torn open.
men.
you stick your key into your door and hear jungkook gasp.
âshit!â he lets out a string of curses and you glance over where heâs at in front of his door ⌠absolutely decked out in glitter.
âwhat the hell is this?â heâs dusting himself off, but that only serves to worsen the damage.
all the lights in your head go off. fuck. you had forgotten about the glitter prank order you made during the time jungkook was being a little shit with his blender. you totally forgot to call the company to cancel it âŚ
you feel bad, but you canât help but let out a series of giggles.
âoh my ⌠jungkook, iâm so sorry,â you say in between your fits of laughter.
he looks at you in confusion but it doesnât take long for him to piece things together. he tips his head back and looks at you incredulously.
âyou did this? 307 ⌠this is too much. how the fuck am i gonna get rid of all this glitter?â he opens his arms out and it makes you laugh even more to see him in this state.
ââm sorry, i âŚâ you try to catch your breath, âforgot to cancel the request and you were being such a dickhead that time.â
âi fuckinâ look like edward cullen.â he groans, looking at you with a serious expression and that has you doubling over.
he eventually joins you in your laughter, hands clutching his stomach.
âh-here,â you say in between tears, âiâll help you.â
you dust off some flecks of glitter on his shoulders and reach up to smear it over his cheeks. this has got to be the highlight of your week.
jungkook pulls away and laughs at your antics.
âyou think this is funny, huh?â he opens his arms again and you nod while stifling away your giggles, but your demeanor changes when he smirks deviously.
his arms circle around you and presses your face into his hard chest. jungkook is cackling just as hard as you are. heâs rubbing his body on your frame and youâve accepted your fate cause youâre no match for his strength. youâre both even now. all glittered up, laughing, and having so much fun with this âmisfortune.â
you wonât admit youâre enjoying his embrace. you wonât admit you fancy his cologne and aftershave. you wonât admit how you feel so soft against the hard ridges of his torso.
you definitely wonât admit how starstruck you got when he finally lets up and stares at you cheekily, unknowing of his doings and how pretty the glitter flecks frame his cheekbones and nose bridge.
he really was perfection.
little did you know, jungkook was also completely enamored by the way your eyes sparkle despite the crazy amount of glitter now stuck on your face and body.
did time freeze? no one has said a word but you can hear and feel your hearts pounding against each other in this close proximity.
âwhat the fuck?â a voice pulls both you and jungkook out from that dream-like state.
you look and itâs dohwan. confusion and anger is etched and evident on his face. heâs holding a bag of takeout, for what you assume was going to be your lunch. he stalks over and grabs your wrist and yanks you away from jungkook.
âhey man, itâs not what it looks like.â jungkook says. jungkookâs expression is neutral with a hint of annoyance in his tone. dohwan pays no attention to him and looks at you instead.
âare you cheating on me?â
âthe hell, dohwan?â you stare back in shock at his accusation.
realizing how awkward this situation was, you start pulling dohwan towards your apartment. you quickly turn to jungkook where he was still standing, he looks concerned for you, âsorry, jungkook. uh, iâll catch you later.â
he nods and moves around you and dohwan to get to his apartment door.
when you and dohwan are finally in the privacy of your home, you turn and heâs setting down the takeout on your coffee table. you can tell heâs still upset because he makes no move to sit down â he leans against your wall with his arms crossed.
âwell?â
âwell, what? it really wasnât what it looked like, dohwan.â you roll your eyes, making your way to your sink to wash off the glitter on your skin. glitter was a bitch to get rid of, but youâll do just about anything to distract you of dohwanâs awful attitude. you have about 10 minutes till you have to get back to work and donât have the time to be arguing.
âdonât fucking lie. youâre always raving about how nice he is to you now. and iâve seen the way he looks at you. thatâs not some âfriendly neighborâ shit,â dohwan raises his voice in frustration.
you toss the kitchen rag onto your counter and turn, âwhatâs so wrong about me talking about how someone is nice to me?! at least you know about the people in my life, but i donât know jack-shit about yours. i donât know what youâre insinuating, but you need to check yourself.â
âdonât try to spin this on me. whatever is going on with you and your neighbor, needs to stop.â
âliterally nothing is happening between us??â you run your hand over your face, âi can pick and choose who stays in my life, dohwan. you canât control that.â you try to level your breathing. you hated feeling like your partner laid claim on you as if you were some sort of property and had ownership.
donât cry. donât cry. donât cry.
his eyes soften after realizing what he implied and he comes closer to you. he rubs your forearms and pulls you in for a hug. you let the tears fall now.
âiâm sorry. i didnât mean it like that. itâs just ⌠i was insecure.â he confesses.
you sniffle into his chest, âwhy?â
he chuckles, âmy girl hanging around a good looking dude? who wouldnât be insecure?â
his girl.
âwasnât aware i was your girlfriend.â you pull away from his warmth and regret seeing the glitter youâve transferred onto his clothing in the process.
âwell ⌠i mean, youâre technically not. who needs labels?â he brushes you off and sits on the couch now. youâre left standing there, another wave of uncertainty washes over you. 5 minutes till you need to start working ⌠do you really want to open the can of worms right now?
fuck it.
âi donât know. people who love each other?â
he snorts then rolls his eyes when he realizes youâre back in serious mode.
âhere we go again. weâve been through this plenty of timesââ
âdo you even like me?â
âyes, of course.â he answers quickly.
âdo you love me?â
heâs silent.
âthen what are we doing, dohwan?â the real question was ⌠what were you doing? itâs hitting year three of this situationship and nothing more has progressed.
âhey, hey ⌠i thought you enjoyed spending time with each other ⌠we agreed that it was just me and you,â he comes close to you again, but you hold a hand out to keep some distance.
âi need to get back to work. can you give me some space?â you mumble, âthanks for the food.â
â
the fallout between you and dohwan was anything but amicable.
you both boiled it all down to two things: you want more. he wants things to remain the same.
you requested for space and a break in the meantime while you figure things out. during that time, you felt yourself distancing from jungkook too. he tried to greet you like normally after dohwanâs confrontation, yet every time you see him, you make a beeline into your apartment.
guess old habits die hard.
you took this time to focus on you. you spoke to a therapist, got in contact with some girlfriends, visited your family, and busied yourself with work. self improvement, if one could call it. your therapist recommended to decentralize men in your life for a while so that you can focus on yourself. which meant no dohwan.
⌠and no jungkook.
youâve been keeping nayeon posted on your life and she calls you out for being inconsiderate to jungkook. funny, because she was on your side when he was being rude to you and immediately ghosted him after the movie date (you still havenât told jungkook youâve been in contact with nayeon because things have gotten a little crazy). you promised to her youâll talk to him soon though. he was just unfortunately caught in the crossfire of your messy relationship.
honestly? you missed your neighbor â your friend. but you needed to get your head sorted out and youâd be terrible company either way.
jungkook didnât deserve that.
the break between you and dohwan meant that you donât talk to each other till you figured things out.
breaks meant for a reset.
he kept texting you and telling you how much he missed you.
you had to keep reminding him of the boundaries.
he eventually obliged.
thinking you were finally ready to talk weeks later, you went over to his place after work, only to find him in shock, hair disheveled, red scratch marks all over his chest and shoulders.
âoh, um, iââ you panic, feel your heart drop to your stomach when the realization settles in after you hear another voice call out his name from behind.
dohwan took that break and fell into bed with another woman.
âw-wait, let me explain,â he follows you out his door and nearly topples over you when you turned abruptly to face him.
you feel betrayed â so much for âme and you.â the anger bubbling in your chest has a way of migrating through your body. you tremble, tears threaten to fall from your eyes, and your teeth dig hard on your bottom lip ⌠you can taste metallic.
âweâre on a break,â he says as if you werenât aware of the terms you originally initiated.
âokay? so that means you go and fuck someone else?â your voice is shaky but you push on, âyou cheated.â
âno! i mean, fuck, what did you expect me to do? we stopped talking and it was fucking lonely ⌠iâ you canât put all the blame on me,â he stammers.
so, it was your fault?
âi didnât make you sleep with someone else. a-allâ,â you choke on a sob, âall i asked was for some space and time. you couldnât even give me that.â
the thing is, dohwan hasnât given you anything beyond what he was willing to get from you. he liked your company, thought you were a sweet and funny girl, and god were you good in bed. he didnât feel ready to settle down in a relationship ⌠felt that being with someone officially took the spark out, but he also wasnât willing to let you go.
so he held out for as long as he could. as a result, you did too in hopes that he could find it in himself to change his feelings for you.
love is patient, love is kind.
youâve been patient, youâve been kind. if this is love, why does it break you down?
maybe this love wasnât for you; but rather, he isnât for you no matter how long you wait and the number of pennies youâve thrown into the wishing well.
âgoodbye, dohwan.â
â
jungkook hates overly loud sex.
itâs the reason why he takes the extra precaution to put socks on his bed frames to muffle any potential noises. if his partner was a huge moaner, heâd do what any sensible person would ⌠stuff his fingers into their mouth. what? the girl usually doesnât mind and it minimizes the noises. plus, it was hot.
win-win.
sex didnât have to be over the top to show that youâre passionate. jungkook knows that very well.
itâs also why he originally lost a lot of respect for you when he overheard you and dohwan having sex that one time. well, mainly dohwan.
fuckinâ gorilla.
jungkook has been worried for you ever since that awkward glitter situation. he wanted to apologize and even talk to dohwan if itâd make things less stressful on your end.
youâve ghosted him for weeks. no more walks, small talk, snack trades, or trips to the mailroom.
he has a feeling it has something to do with dohwan.
just like how he knows the sobs emitting through his walls tonight has something to do with him.
jungkook hates overly loud sex, but more than that, he hates the sounds of your cries.
â
âcheer up, 307. you deserve some sweetness in your day. ps. iâm gonna make you run if you keep missing our walks. also? stop avoiding me, itâs annoying - jkâ
you smile and sip the banana milk jungkook left outside your door.
he always had a way with cheering you up despite being a headache for some time in your life. your therapist recommended to decentralize men from your life for a while ⌠sure, jungkook fits in that category, but heâs also your friend.
you slowly let him back in.
heâs been good to you. though, you canât say the same for yourself. youâve been a shitty neighbor and a shitty friend.
yet jungkook shrugs it off and treats you normally.
youâve been mending a broken heart and jungkook has been a great company meanwhile.
âyou really need to work on your conflict avoidance, 307.â jungkook says one evening. heâs sprawled out on your couch with a bag of chips in his hands. itâs movie night â a tradition he forced upon you because youâve apparently never watched the movie trolls.
you peel your eyes from the screen and tilt your head, âwhat do you mean?â
âany time something gets tough, you run away. gotta stop that, say whatâs on your mind and work it out.â
âhm.â
âwhat?â he presses.
ânothing.â
âsee? youâre doing it again. just say what you wanna say,â jungkook rolls his eyes.
âfine,â you chew on your bottom lip, âi hate this movie.â
jungkook had picked trolls 2 and it was so much more awful in comparison to the first one you were forced to watch last weekend.
âfuckin knew it. youâve been spacing out all night,â he laughs, âsee, doesnât it feel good to be honest bout your feelings?â he reaches for your remote to switch to another movie. you watch him. really take him in and almost want to laugh at how horrible your first couple of months was with him and now heâs in your apartment watching awful movies with you to nurse your brokenheart.
you really had read jungkook wrong. he wasnât just some conventionally attractive man that used his pretty privilege to get his way. he was genuinely a good person.
which makes you think ⌠why the fuck is he hanging around someone like you on a friday night? he could be hanging out with some friends or going on a blind date with a pretty girl. better yet, why isnât he in a relationship with someone?
was he just like you?
his voice brings you out of your thoughts, âalright, spill it 307. you look like you have something else to say.â
you sigh.
âhow are you still single? just ⌠i know youâre always dating different people. it canât be that bad for you right? i mean, if youâre struggling ⌠i feel kind of hopeless for myself.â
jungkook looks at you, dimples on display as he contemplates on what he wants to say next. the thing about jungkook is that he looks like he belongs in your circle â fits perfectly, actually. has a way of making you feel safe and comfortable about asking hard questions. he may tease you, but heâll never judge you.
he ruffles your hair.
âjust havenât found the right one. it takes time and iâm in no rush. you shouldnât either.â you feel yourself soften from his remarks until, âor else youâll end up with a gorilla again.â
â
jungkook is treading in dangerous territories.
aside from trying to potty train his new doberman puppy, bam, heâs faced with another issue.
he may have developed a small crush on his neighbor. he canât pinpoint exactly when he started getting that fuzzy warm feeling around you. it was a telltale sign when heâd wake up and sleep to the thought of you.
you canât really blame all of this on him though. youâve been a little more open about hanging out with him since your breakup with dohwan. jungkook has gotten used to your presence as a result. some people would see it as using jungkook as a rebound, but he feels anything but that.
youâre a breath of fresh air to hang around after a long day of work. which is funny cause there was a period of time he considered hexing you. now? he longs to see you and fill in gaps of his day with you. when he doesnât see you, he thinks of you.
that just might be his demise.
even bam has taken a liking to you and often refuses to let you go back home when you are over.
like dog, like owner.
âaw bammie,â you kneel down, âiâll see you tomorrow.â
bam whines and follows you to the door.
âyou can stay if you like, the guys wonât mind.â jungkook reasons. heâs having a small get together with some of his friends and extended the invite to you. you declined, telling him you donât want to intrude and he should spend some quality time with them.
âjust say that you want to be with me 24/7 and go,â you joke. jungkook wonât admit to you he does.
ânah, just need someone to watch bam while i have some bro time.â he teases back.
âhire a dog nanny then,â your hands automatically reaches down to scratch behind bamâs ear. thereâs no need to hire one cause youâd willingly take care of bam for free. itâs all fun and jokes, jungkook knows this. he laughs and holds bam back from following you out the door.
âbe on your best behavior tonight for your daddy, âkay?â you talk to bam like youâre his mom and jungkookâs stomach does flips at the mention of âdaddyâ leaving your lips, âif it gets too much, you can sleep over at my place.â
bam has a sleeping mat at your place too. youâve gotten it for him when jungkook comes over to watch movies â insisted that the pup should have a comfortable space in your home.
jungkook feels like heâs sharing custody with you. everything feels more domestic and itâs fucking with jungkookâs head and heart. which is why he asked you to dog sit bam while he goes on a date next weekend with some clientâs friend he met at the tattoo parlor. thinks this date would be a good reset from you.
you wave goodbye to him, a playful grin adorning your lips, âhave fun tonight, 305. if it gets too much, you can also come to my place too.â
he hates when you tease like this. makes him feel like he holds a space in your life more than he already should. knows youâre joking, but can tell thereâs some truth in your statement. youâre attached to him just as much as he is to you.
âalso, try not to be too loud tonight.â
âno promises,â he laughs, âhobi-hyung will be over.â
you giggle, youâve met hoseok in the passing and also teased him too for causing a ruckus at the housewarming party. all his friends like you â itâs no surprise jungkook would eventually too.
so yeah, heâs treading in dangerous territories.
â
youâve really been focused on yourself and your friendships. on your hardest days where you yearn for intimacy, you force yourself to be okay with the idea and concept of being alone. thereâs a lot of bad days, but they get better.
itâs not always about being in isolation though.
itâs about not being dependent on someone to fill a void.
with dohwan, you realized you fell in the pattern of needing to be around him and when he wasnât there, the world crumbled beneath your feet. over time, you realized he wasnât good for you.
wrong person, wrong time.
because the right person will always make you feel safe and seen.
jungkook was right. itâll take time to find that person â thereâs no rush.
yet, you have this disquieting feeling when you see him rustling through his home to get ready for his date tonight. what do you do when you feel like the right person might be slipping away under your nose?
right person, wrong time, you suppose.
bam, his not so small puppy, lays his head on your lap and would occasionally lift it when jungkook walks close. if bam is doting with you, heâs completely devoted to jungkook.
doesnât realize that his dad is gonna leave you both until he puts on his shoes at the door.
âah-ah, bammie, stay,â you hold him and he whimpers for jungkook.
âwell? how do i look?â jungkook does a quick 360 and you wanna poke fun at him, but you can tell heâs on edge for whatever reason. he has no reason to be. heâs charming, handsome, and knows exactly what to say or do to make someoneâs heart skip a beat as heâs done so to you numerous times â youâd never admit it.
heâs your neighbor and most importantly, your friend. itâs a sacred relationship and boundary youâre hesitant to break. so you swallow down whatever youâre feeling and smile reassuringly to him, âyou look great, jungkook.â
he beams and extends his hands out for a high-five, âthanks, wish me luck.â
your hands make contact with his and it feels electrifying.
âno luck needed, mr. 305 worldwide.â he absolutely hates the new nickname youâve given him, doesnât argue back though, simply scoffs and looks at the time on his phone.
ânow go before youâre late and bam bolts out the door for you.â you shoo him out his own apartment.
he reaches down to pat bam on his head and give him some tender smooches.
âcall me if thereâs an emergency or if youâre bored.â he tells you with his hands shoved in his pockets and some of his bangs fall onto his forehead. thereâs something so boyish about his mannerisms ⌠you swallow thickly when you feel the knots tighten in your stomach. a part of you wonders if you tell him to bail on the date, would he? youâre not cruel enough to do that to him and his date. they could be soulmates for all you know.
âand what? youâll come entertain me?â your eyes squint, âgo enjoy your date, 305. weâll be here.â
before you know it, heâs out the door and youâre left wondering what if.
â
jungkook didnât realize how much of a disaster the date was going until his date seated across from him rolls her eyes.
âiâm sorry ⌠am i boring you with my story?â he was telling her how he had to help you break into your own apartment because you forgot to bring your keys in the middle of the night.
âit just seems like youâre wasting both our times.â she says and places her drink down. her red manicured fingers circle the rim of her cup.
heâs confused. jungkook has been doing his best to keep the date afloat by talking and asking questions. he thought itâs been going well, minus the couple of times he checked his phone to see if he got any emergency texts from you about bam.
âi mean, why are you here when you clearly like someone else?â
âi donât getâwait, what?â
âyour neighbor 007 or whatever.â she says. itâs the wrong number and she knows it, but wants to see if jungkook reacts, âyouâve been talking about her all night.â
has he? he was just making light conversation ⌠youâre a part of his life so slipping your name here and there feels natural.
âlook, you seem like a nice guy. youâre obviously good looking too. if youâre not looking for anything serious, we can go back to my apartment right now for some fun. but long term? it feels like you have someone waiting at home for you.â
and the mood goes sour. jungkook is used to this. used to his dates objectifying him as a quick and good fuck â granted, heâs played this to his advantage when he was younger. now? it feels meaningless. he isnât upset at that.
itâs the utter realization that he does have someone special to him and youâve been right under his nose all this time. heâs always telling you to be honest with your feelings, yet he canât even bring himself to uphold that advice for whatever reason.
jungkook apologizes to his date again, pays for the tab, and rushes home.
â
home can be a place, but for jungkook, itâs seeing you on his couch and greeting him with a sleepy smile.
bam jumps off your lap to nudge jungkookâs leg for attention.
âhas he been good?â jungkook asks while scratching bamâs head, though he stops momentarily at the sight of you stretching and your shirt lifts a little to reveal the curves of your hips.
âmhm, an angel. how was the date?â
he contemplates on lying, but knows better. needs to practice what he preaches.
âbad.â
âoh? wanna talk about it?â
âuh, i kinda fucked it up,â jungkook toes off his shoes and avoids your eye contact.
âclassic, first impressions have never been your strongest suit.â you put on your jacket and jungkook panics at the thought of you leaving early. he exhales a breath heâs been holding when you plop back down on his couch where he soon joins you.
âiâm not always that bad.â he mumbles.
âi know, iâm just teasing you.â you reach over to pinch his cheek.
when he doesnât reply, it gets you a little worried. you didnât mean to hurt his feelings.
âsorryââ
âi kept bringing you up during the date.â he cuts you off.
âoof, no girl wants to hear about another girl âŚâ technically, youâre hoping jungkook doesnât talk about this one ⌠let alone his previous dates or exes.
âi know,â he murmurs, leans his head back, and sighs, âshe ⌠called me out on it.â
âgood, as she should.â
jungkook hesitates with his next words, but pushes forward, âsaid itâs cause i liked you.â
you pause. you could hear a pin drop in the room, minus bamâs paws making contact with the hardwood floor.
âoh ⌠um,â youâre not dumb, you understand what heâs implying. you just donât know how youâre going to run away from this conversation.
âi know youâre already planning your escape, 307,â he chuckles. his laugh sounds a little melancholy and an instant flood of guilt rushes through you.
âwhat! no! i-i just donât know what to say,â you nibble on your lips. youâre fucking scared for whatâs to come.
âjust hear me out, okay?â
you nod, listen to him clear his throat and exhale a shaky breath.
âiâve really enjoyed spending time with you. maybe itâs cause iâm a creature of habit or whatever ⌠well no, i donât think itâs that. i like being around you and iâm thankful youâre in my life.â he looks and smiles at you fondly, as if he is preparing himself for the biggest rejection, âi like you ⌠a lot. you donât have to accept my feelings nor do anything with it. these feelings are mine and i just wanted to be honest with you. at the end of the day, iâd still like to remain friends as long as youâll allow me.â
you want to fucking cry. heâs always been better at words and expressing himself. you see it in how he treats his friends, his dog, his profession and art ⌠most importantly, you. you also want to be honest with him, but it already seems like heâs accepting the fate of nothing more.
you owe him the truth at least.
âjungkook ⌠iââ you begin, âi like you a lot too.â
jungkook lets out an exasperating grunt â he thinks youâre pitying him.
âplease donât feel the need to sugarcoat, 307. i just wanted to beââ
you press your lips to his. the kiss was too quick for anyone to process anything. youâll remember though. youâll remember his strawberry flavored chapstick, the cold lip piercing barrels, and the way he leans in slightly to chase after your lips when you pull away too soon. jungkookâs eyes widen at the realization that you just kissed him. all too short and he doesnât think he can stop thinking about you after this anymore even if he tried.
âyour feelings are yours,â you hold his hand, âbut these are mine too.â
he whispers your name lowly and you shake your head.
âiâm no good with words,â you confess, âi just know that i like you too. but ⌠iâm also a fucking mess, jungkook.â
âhuh? no, youâreââ
âyeah, i am. i just got out of something long term ⌠it wouldnât be good for me to jump into another relationship. i donât think itâs fair for you to deal with all my baggage when i havenât sorted myself out.â
he nods, a little dejected but he understands what you mean.
right person, wrong time.
âokay,â he finally says, ânothing will change. friends?â
âfriends,â you agree.
itâs a promise out of respect for you. will you regret this? possibly. though, everything feels normal when he walks you to your door later and wishes you a goodnight.
âdonât be fucking weird after tonight. if you avoid me, iâm making you run 10 laps every friday, 307.â
ârude,â you roll your eyes, âi should be saying that to you. donât be fucking weird or else youâre getting another glitter bomb in the mail.â
âthat shit was the worst to get off.â
âfunny as hell though.â
âyeah, for you.â
everything feels so natural and safe with jungkook. how he looks at you, laughs at your jokes, eyes twinkle when you do the same for him. you donât need the night sky when you got galaxies staring back at you.
â
âwith all due respect, youâre being stupid.â nayeon says through the speaker.
âhow? we both agreed that staying friends would be the best.â you reply a little louder over your sink. your kitchen was overdue for a cleaning and the weekends were the perfect time to catch up on chores.
youâre on the phone with nayeon and itâs a good distraction while you busy yourself with other things at the same time. though, youâre sort of regretting the call now with nayeon berating you for your decision to remain friends with jungkook a month ago.
âpeople can still date and work on themselves. itâs not a linear thing.â
âyeah, butââ
âyouâre just scared. i know you.â
ânayeon âŚâ
âjungkook and dohwan arenât the same. anyone can get hurt in a relationship, but you shouldnât deny yourself of something out of fear.â
âyes, but ⌠i donât think iâd be able to face jungkook if something bad does happen.â youâre serious. running away is your strong suit and youâd move out immediately if shit hits the fan.
âso youâd have no regrets staying like this?â
you donât reply and that was an answer in itself.
âwhy are you so hellbent on me and jungkook? i thought you hated him âŚâ itâs sort of funny to be talking to nayeon of all people about jungkook. hell, itâs thanks to jungkookâs mess up on their first tinder date that helped you land your friendship with nayeon.
everything happens for a reason.
âi only hated him cause you did. thatâs what friends do, silly. also, if youâre feeling awkward because he and i dated ⌠donât. there wasnât anything more. anyways, stop avoiding. you always do this.â sheâs right. youâre the queen of avoiding hard conversations.
âi donât want to lose a friend, nayeon.â
âyou wonât. but youâll lose your chance at experiencing something beautiful, sweetie,â she says, âyou owe it to yourself. but hey, i gotta go to my pilates class. iâll text you later, okay? i love you!â
âokay, love you too. iâm sorry for being difficult. donât pull a muscle in class!â
âif i do, will you give me a massage?â she laughs, âand no, youâre never difficult. just you being you.â
the call ends and youâre left alone once again with your thoughts. things havenât really changed between you and jungkook. heâs still his chipper self. you just yearn for more time with him these days. every subtle touch ⌠whether it be his hand on your lower back guiding you upstairs, his fingers brushing yours during the walks, or when he massages your feet upon request sends you into a place where you feel yourself succumbing to your deepest desires.
you want more.
you can tell jungkook does too. heâs unashamed in his affections towards you but heâll never pressure you or cross that boundary youâve set.
you realize it hurts to deny yourself of wanting someone who wants you just as equally.
â
youâre at jungkookâs place again one evening. bam is all tuckered out from his walk and jungkook is fixing a bowl of popcorn to snack on while you search through netflix for something to watch.
itâs your pick tonight and you wanted to watch a crime documentary. ghost and thrillers donât interest you, but crimes? yeah, full body chills because theyâre real.
you turn to see jungkook in a big white t-shirt with grey sweats â he looks so comfortable. heâs seasoning the popcorn and catches you staring at him. he shakes his head and smiles back down bashfully at his bowl.
he looks like home ⌠no, he feels like home.
fuck.
you really are torturing yourself.
when jungkook settles onto the couch and the documentary starts, you scoot closer to him. you donât know if youâre making a fool of yourself, but jungkook pays no mind. his arm circle around you effortlessly and you nestle your cheek into his chest.
so warm â he smells so nice. jungkook sports on a lax expression, yet you can feel and hear the rapid thumps of his heart.
âyou sure friends cuddle when they watch shit together?â he mumbles, eyes trained on the television.
âno,â you look up at him, âdo you not want to?â you start to move away, but jungkook holds you in place.
he feels your smile through his shirt. yeah, youâre torturing him and heâs enjoying it.
as the documentary plays, jungkook gets immersed in the story. he looks a little silly with his big eyes and mouth slightly ajar as he soaks in all the crime details and backstory. his hand involuntarily moves to massage your scalp and you feel yourself lulled to sleep under his touch.
after a while, he calls your name and gently shakes you awake.
âhey sleepyhead. had a good nap?â he muses.
âmhm, sorry ⌠was so tired from work. did i miss a lot?â you look at the dark television screen and feel guilty.
âjust the entire documentary,â he teases, âitâs alright, you wouldnât be traumatized like me now. i know iâm going to be having nightmares.â
ââm sorry,â you snuggle closer to him and his breath hitches, âanything i can do to help?â
âhmm âŚâ he holds his thinking pose, âi donât know, maybe a kiss?â
âjust kidding, 307. itâs late, so letâs get you homââ
âyeah? think a kiss will make you feel better?â you press on.
you knew he was joking, but thereâs a surge of confidence coursing in you when you push up on him and he swallows hard. he says your name in warning but he makes no effort to move or push you away. he wants this badly too. been thinking about you and your lips since you last kissed him â never stopped.
âdonât do something youâll regret.â his hand cradles your cheek.
âiâm not,â your nose brush against his, âi wanna kiss you. please, will you let me?â you ask with pleading eyes and jungkook lets out a shuddering breath and nods.
you look down at his parted lips and back at his hooded eyes. youâre not sure who moved first â it doesnât matter.
when your lips meet, itâs like heaven and hell collided and made earth â waves crashing onto land, blue horizons, and the smell of pinewood after rain. you donât think you can let go of this feeling any time soon and when you finally do give into your longings, life feels a little more salvageable ⌠freeing.
jungkook slots his lips between yours, pulling you up to straddle his lap. he moans when your hands tangle in his hair and pulls you in closer if that was even possible.
you lick into his parting mouth when he pants, indulge in the way he sounds as heâs kissing you back. the kiss is hard and passionate â so much more different than the first one you had. thereâs a sense of urgency here ⌠like thereâs a time constraint or limitation to your affections. you wish you could reassure him; though the best you can do at this moment is to drink him in as much as he allows you to. his hands roam all over your body and you shiver in pleasure when one of his hand travels to the front of your throat possessively. thereâs no pressure in his hold, but itâs telling you that you belong here with him.
when you finally do pull away, you plant dainty kisses on the corner of his lips and jaw. he giggles at the tickling feeling and brings your face back to his to give you a much gentler kiss. though you are no longer kissing, your foreheads stay connected in place.
âthere, much better, right?â you say breathlessly.
âmhm,â he replies, âshouldâve used the trauma card earlier if i knew iâd be getting free kisses.â
your brain is going a mile a second, but youâre sure of this.
âyou donât need to,â you say a little uncertain. jungkook straightens himself in his seated position when he realizes youâre about to say something serious.
âyou can kiss me whenever you want ⌠if you want! i know i said we should stay friends, but i think i like you too much to just stay that way. i want to see where things go and iâm fucking scared. i mean, fuck, am i making any sense? please say something,â youâre rambling and jungkook can only smile as you unravel through your confession.
of course he wants more with you.
âjust say you want me and go, 307.â he laughs when you pull away cutely. he has no intentions of letting you go and you had no intentions of leaving. itâs too comfortable in his embrace.
âweâll take things slow, okay?â he kisses your nose in reassurance.
âokay.â
â
fast forward three months, you and jungkook have been dating each other â slow and steady as promised. no official title (yet) but you know heâs exclusively seeing you. youâre enjoying his company and thereâs no rush. when thereâs something special and secure, itâs all smooth sailing and calm tides. you never have to guess with him.
he feels the same with you.
this marks the 13th weekend date with you and heâs going to do it. jungkook is going to ask you to be his girlfriend. heâs fucking nervous ⌠has a whole date planned: dinner, movies, then back to his place where heâll officially ask you.
part of him wants to wait for the next weekend because the number 13 was bad luck, but heâs felt nothing but luck with you. luck in the chances of meeting you in this apartment complex, luck in your friendship, and now luck with the prospect of love.
so when your door swings open to reveal you in a short black satin dress, hair done prettily, and your skin dewey and sparkly from your makeup, he knew was going to make 13 lucky no matter what.
âyou look beautiful,â jungkook compliments and holds out his hand to walk you down the stairs.
âyou donât look half bad too,â you taunt, taking his warm hand. thereâs no malice cause jungkook knows how you feel about him. notices how your eyes rake over his form, has caught you checking him out plenty of times before, felt the way your lips moved on his skin to praise how hot he looked one evening despite him coming back looking like a sweaty hog thatâs been run over by a train.
if youâre curious ⌠aside from making out and heavy petting paired with some dry humping sessions here and there, no, they havenât had sex. probably for the better, itâs already hard enough to separate from each other after every hangout.
slow and steady. you are both fine with that.
âsooo, you gonna tell me where weâre going or is this where you murder me?â you check your lip gloss in the rear view mirror. jungkookâs right hand naturally find its way to your thighs while he drives.
âyouâll find out soon,â he gives you a little squeeze and it sends a little tingle to your core.
â
itâs going terribly.
traffic was absolutely ass for no reason, so they get to their first destination 45 minutes later than anticipated. the restaurant he had reservations for let him know that the kitchen caught on fire the moment he parked in the lot.
okay, fine. to the movies it is.
except, the movie stopped halfway through due to some technical difficulties. he was going to lose his mind, but you were a good sport through it all. jungkook still had one final trick up his sleeve for you.
when you both finally get back to his place with bags of takeout, jungkook lets out a wail of frustration.
âbam, no!â
all the balloons he blew up have been popped. you look past his shoulders to see a torn up sign with the words: wil u e my fren?
bam prances to you and jungkook with his wagging tail, unaware of jungkookâs inner anguish and turmoil. jungkook runs his hands over his face and freezes in place.
âaw baby,â you try comforting jungkook, âit was an accident. bam didnât know.â
âi know, i just ⌠fuck, gimme a minute.â jungkook stalks over to his bedroom and closes the door. you place the bags of food on the dining table and crouch down to pet bam.
âyou really upset your dad, bammie. he worked really hard on this,â you know bam doesnât understand a single word youâre saying, but youâre disappointed for jungkook too. jungkook really put in the effort and youâre touched by it all. he really wants you and you want nothing more than to be his.
you feed bam his dinner and set the takeout in the fridge, unsure of when you and jungkook will be ready to eat.
hesitantly, you knock on jungkookâs door. know you donât need his permission to come in â youâve slept over plenty of times, but still do it out of courtesy.
âcan i come in, kook?â
a moment of silence ensues before you hear a little, â⌠yeah.â
jungkook was on his bed, feet still on the floor with his arms sprawled out. poor boy.
you climb onto bed next to him and lay your head on his shoulder.
heâs visibly upset â not at you of course. he just wanted to make this special.
âthat was fucking cute. no one has ever done that for me before.â you say. the best you got from dohwan were a bouquet of roses sent to your workplace. jungkookâs efforts superseded your expectations.
âwhich part? no dinner, no movies, or the shit show of a sign?â
âall of it.â
âpff, donât lie.â he sulks.
you throw your leg over his torso to straddle his waist.
âiâm not! youâre so fucking sweet,â you move down to kiss his cheek when he doesnât look up at you.
âcome on, donât you want my answer?â you place his hands on your hips, wanting him to touch you somewhere.
he cocks his brow at you, a little smile playing at the corners of his lips.
âfine fine, iâll be your âfrenâ if thatâs what you want.â
he covers his face in embarrassment, âugh, that shit was so humiliating. bam isnât getting any treats for the next three days.â
âhey! donât punish my baby. it was an honest mistake.â you reassure him, âplus, i gave him an earful.â yeah, and his dinner right after. itâs no wonder bam likes you a lot more these days.
âokay, okay ⌠iâm still sorry about today. nothing went accordingly.â jungkook sighs and rubs soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs.
âyouâre not allowed to punish yourself either,â you say a matter of fact, âdid you mean it though?â you look at him through your lashes.
âhm?â
âwant me as your girlfriend?â when you finally say those words, it sets off a bundle of butterflies in your stomach.
jungkook quickly sits up, holding you securely so you donât topple over, âof course, i do. just wanted to make it special for you.â
you felt fucking special.
so fucking special in how you said yes, saw how he beamed at your answer, kisses you silly, tongue running down your neck, the little bites on your collarbone â youâre on cloud 9.
he involuntarily drags your hips over his clothed length and you whimper upon contact.
âyou hungry, baby? we didnât have dinner yet,â jungkook asks innocently through his heavy breaths, but youâre too busy trying to unbutton his dress shirt. how could he possibly think about food at a time like this? then again, you have to remember heâs the biggest foodie known to earth. heâs caring of your wellbeing so of course heâd worry if youâre hungry.
heâs also your boyfriend now.
you shake your head. you donât just want him â you need him.
you slide off of him and are on your knees in between his legs. he looks at you through his heavy lids when you clock your head to the side, waiting for the green light to take off his pants.
âyouâve been so good to me, planning this date ⌠lemme show you how thankful i am.â
jungkook loves being praised and rewarded. he especially loves it even more coming from you. he lets out a moan when you run your hand down his clothed bulge. yes, jungkook has had sex before â honestly, donât ask him about his body count ⌠heâs not sure either. what heâs sure is that he loses all senses when you touch him â like a virgin touched for the very first time.
his pants are down and kicked off to the side, shirt unbuttoned haphazardly, and head thrown back when you settle between his legs to give his hard length a squeeze.
heâs so fucking big in your hand and your mouth nearly waters at the sight of his precum leaking from the slit of his cock. fuck, you donât know how heâs going to fit in your mouth, but it doesnât matter. youâre going to make him come undone one way or another.
âbaby, iâm literally going to nut if you keep squeezing me like that.â
you laugh, âhow long are you going to last inside me then?â
âfuck, you canât say shit like that.â
âwhy not?â you press a small kiss on his hip bone and pump his cock with your hand. his eyes closes and mouth drops open at the change of movement.
âgonna nut even faster,â he chuckles.
jungkook hisses when you lick a long stripe underneath his shaft without warning. one of his hand reaches behind your head for support while the other one grips his bedsheets.
âoh god,â he lets out a small moan when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and begin to bob your head at a pace that has him seeing stars.
his cock was lathered with your spit and his precum. the sounds you made while you sucked him off were nearly pornographic. his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head when his cock hits the back of your throat.
âshit, oh f-fuck,â his fingers are caught in your hair and your moans vibrate against him when he gently pushes your head down while he fucks up into your mouth.
if you keep going like this, he wasnât going to last long and he really wants to ⌠canât bring himself to cum in your mouth just yet. he really wasnât kidding when he said he was going to nut quick, so he pulls you away when he nearly cums. you breathe heavily through your swollen lips. jungkook runs his thumb on your cheeks where some mascara has smeared as a result of your doing.
youâre still so fucking perfect.
he lifts you from your kneeled position back onto his lap and kisses you slow and tenderly. jungkook whines into your mouth as he tastes himself on your tongue. your dress has ridden up on your waist, the the thin straps are loose and off your shoulders.
âi somehow fucked up the entire night and you still decided to give me the best head? must really like me or something,â jungkook looks at you endearingly and takes notice of how youâre rutting yourself onto his length.
âyou know i do. my boyfriend deserves the best.â jungkookâs heart soars at hearing the word boyfriend leave your lips.
yes, heâs yours.
you shake in pleasure as you roll your hips deliciously slow on him. youâre practically soaked through your thin panties.
âdid you get this wet just by sucking me off, baby?â
you nod and trail kisses on his cheeks and jaw, âall for you, kook. you always make me this wet.â
he takes so much pride in how heâs able to get you all worked up like this.
jungkook wasnât expecting to have sex with you tonight, but itâs like you said ⌠itâs special. the rest of your clothing join his in a pile on the ground. he rolls you onto your back and drinks in your naked form. you shy away from his stares and kiss up at him.
your hand reach between you both while he continues to kiss you and you position his still-hard cock in between your folds for that additional friction. the wet clicks mixes in with both your pantings and synchronized moans. every time the head of his cock slides and catches onto your swollen clit, you shudder and arch your back in pleasure.
âwant you to fuck me,â you kiss his pouty lips and down his neck, âplease?â
jungkook leans back a little, sits on the heels of his feet, and pushes your thighs close to your chest. the angle lets him move and slide your hips up and down his length even more. you gasp and call out his name in wanton.
he drops your legs down and closes the distance between you both again. his bare chest brushes against yours and he lines his cock at your entrance.
âyouâre so perfect,â his breath fans over your face, âso lucky to have you.â jungkook swoops his arms under you in a tight embrace. you look at him through your glassy eyes and wrap your arms around his neck.
your heart swells at his words.
thereâs little to no resistance when jungkook finally enters you.
itâs a mixture of sweet, nasty, loving, and primal desire how jungkook fucks you into his sheets. he hates loud sex, but he wants to hear all of you. the way you mewl, whimper, cry, and breathe â all of it.
and when you wrap your legs around him and coax him into cumming inside you while your fingers trace the planes of his back, he knows heâs done for.
you giggle, nudge your forehead on his, hold his hand, and kiss all over his face. the afterglow on you both is stunning.
âyouâre right, you didnât last long at all.â you hum. jungkook raises one of his eyebrows and smiles mischievously. itâs a fucking lie since jungkook knows he made you cum at least twice in the span of fucking you, but who would you be if you didnât try challenging him a little?
he doesnât have to say anything before slipping down your body and burying his face in between your legs. he licks up your slit tentatively, watches your brows furrow and mouth part, and moans into your heat when your hand travels to his head to push him down as he did to you.
âdonât worry, iâm not going anywhere,â jungkook means it both literally and figuratively. doesnât understand how anyone could part from you. itâs their loss.
he continues lapping up your mixed essence, nipping at your inner thighs on occasion when your hips jerk away from the pleasure.
âkook, mmph- yes! just like that,â you encourage when he wraps his lips around your clit. he sucks, soothes, and makes out with your messy cunt. he wanted to draw out the night longer, toy and dangle your pleasure in front of you as a punishment for your teasing. knows heâs the reason youâre this wet, canât bring himself to edge you on a special night like this â maybe another time when heâs feeling more mean. he has all the time in the world with you; thereâs no rush.
tonight is all about you, his girlfriend â his.
âso close, baby,â you look down, hips stuttering under his hold as he doesnât let up with his ministrations on your clit. he trails his fingers at your entrance, coating them with your juices before entering you slowly.
âyeah? wonât you give me another one? come on, i know you can do it,â he says between bated breaths. you shake and arch your back, mouth parts open but no sound comes out as you let the waves of pleasure ride over. the squelching sounds increase as his fingers fuck into you faster.
âi-iâm fucking cumming,â you cry out and jungkook nods in acknowledgement, moaning with you to draw out your orgasm. when you come for the third time that night, he wants to paint the image in his memory and revisit it on a rainy day. no promises that he wonât sport a hard on every time. the sight of you quivering, hands squeezing your chest and rolling your nipples between your fingers to prolong the pleasure, has his head spinning. jungkook trails kisses down your pussy, takes his fingers out and licks them clean before spreading you wider to clean you up with his tongue. he only part ways with your cunt when you whine for him.
he comes back up your body slowly, presses his lips on your tummy and giggles when you squirm from the sensation. however, when he is finally face to face with you again, jungkook has on this determined look.
he canât seem to get enough of you and your body. addicted, he is.
âyouâre not done with me, arenât you?â you give him that pretty post-orgasmic smile.
never, he thinks.
jungkook was about to reply until the rumbles of your stomach cuts through the silence. it should be embarrassing but you feel close enough to jungkook that you both laugh at how unserious the situation is.
âcome on baby, letâs go eat our dinner.â he pulls you up and puts you in one of his oversized t-shirts.
you still believe your ideal neighbor should be mindful, quiet, and kind. jungkook was certainly not mindful, quiet, or kind with how he entered into your life.
though, he wasnât just someone whoâd be your neighbor by the law of attraction and the cosmic pull of the universe.
love is patient, love is kind.
you know youâve found your home â you just never expected it to be right next door.
fin.
â
a/n: tadaaaaaa. whatâd you think? đ
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the greatest heist
james potter x female!reader
summary: when james's girlfriend decides to fuck with you, your only other choice is to fuck with her.
warnings: eventual smut! 18+ heavy angst, cursing, wearing, jealousy
a/n: this story was an OLD draft and i kind of wanted to finish it so yeah. i hope you enjoy and as always, i apologize if you hate this!
part 1 | part 2
THE sun peeked through the curtains of your dorm room, casting a warm glow that made your bed feel like the most comfortable place in all of Hogwarts.
You groaned as you felt someone shaking your bed, a voice calling out urgently.
"Y/N!â They yelled again, the bed shaking more forcefully.
âFor fuckâs sake!" you mumbled, sitting up and squinting against the bright light. "What do you want?â
"Wake up!" Dorcas stood there, clearly annoyed. âWe have astronomy in two minutes!â
That definitely jolted you awake.
You practically leaped out of bed, catching sight of Dorcas rushing to button her shirt. âFuck!â you exclaimed, quickly slipping into your tights and skirt.
âWhy did nobody wake us up?â you asked, frustration bubbling as you glanced at your roommates. It was a mix of annoyance at them and yourself.
âBloody fucking twats,â Dorcas muttered. âIâm going to stick my wand so far up their arse once I get to that tower.â
âCount me in,â you replied, hurriedly putting on your shoesâstill not fully lacedâand adjusting your tie.
You grabbed your book bag. âCome on!â Dorcas urged, already heading for the door.
You both practically ran to the stairs, unready for the most strenuous workout of your life. You both huffed in frustration as the stairs moved.
You looked up at the seemingly endless flights of stairs, frustration boiling over. "These stairs are a fucking safety hazard," You hissed. "Do they not care if we die?"
Dorcas crossed her arms, panting slightly. âDumbledore is definitely getting my letter of complaints,â She ranted. âI mean, I understand weâre young wizards and witches, but Merlin, are these stairs really bloody necessary?â
You chuckled as the stairs set in place and you both rushed to the top quickly.
You both huffed, clearly out of breath as you both pressed on, each step feeling like a small victory.
With a force of urgency, you opened the door to your Astronomy class as the entire class turned their heads to you. You could hear several students snickering, specifically the Slytherins as you flipped them off.
Professor Adair turned to you both with a sigh. âNice to see you, ladies. May I gift one of you a watch for Christmas?â He asked sarcastically, prompting a few snickers from the class.
Desperately trying to catch your breath, you replied, âApologies, Professor. Iâm afraid my alarm didnât go off.â You quickly took your seat next to Sirius, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.
âMine too!" Dorcas argued, "And to be fair, I mean this class is pretty high.â She moved next to Dorcas.
Professor Adair rolled his eyes, continuing with the class with a mutter about the two of you.
âYou know,â Sirius leaned into you, âIf you need a proper alarm-â He slyly said, hand almost touching your thigh.
You stomped on his leg as he groaned, touching the injured limb.
âNote taken.â He hissed.
You smirked as you started writing down a note in your notebook which you made into a paper plane, flying it over to Lily.
She looked at you hesitantly, opening it.
Why did you not wake me or Dorcas up?
She looked at you, looking confused as the angry look on your face never faded. She began writing down her response which she sent to you.
Emma told us all that she would wake you both up and when she came to Astronomy, she said she did.
A fuse blew inside of you, of course Emma was behind this. It makes sense that she would be the one to do it considering how she treated your entire friend group.
For context, Emma was all of your supposed âbest friendâ which would be a fine label if she didnât sabotage anyone who she thought was a threat.
At first, she considered Lily a threat because of how much others loved her especially James Potter. So instead of asking Lily to put a good word in for her with the others and James, she started spreading horrid rumors about her.
And everyone being cruel teenagers believed her, berating her wherever she went.
It took the entire girl group and the Marauders to make people back off and debunk these rumors.
Although you and the rest of the girls knew that Emma had done this, she had gaslighted Lily into thinking that it was obviously some bitter Slytherin that were jealous instead of her and eventually, the situation turned boring and died down into nothing.
But that wasn't even the end.
Soon after, she considered Mary a threat due to how smart and confident she was and decided to get her absolutely hammered before OWL'S.
And it caused her to get a poor score which resulted in her not leaving her bed for weeks.
But again, Mary had blamed herself and told everyone that it was "her stupid decision" that led to this.
After that, it had been Marlene.
Then suddenly, it had been Dorcas.
And now you were clearly her new target for what reason? Merlin knows.
The only reason she didn't wake Dorcas up was because she knew she couldn't single you out. Emma knew you disliked her from the moment you met her and you weren't as nice about it.
Now, you may not know why she was targeting you at the present moment but the boy in front of you laughing with Remus could've been a huge clue.
James Potter.
Golden Boy, Heart-throbber, Fit, Kind, Funny, Brave, Determined, Bold.. I mean did you really have to go on?
The man that Emma had been in love with for years and had been dating for the present moment.
And not only was no girl allowed to approach James without dealing with Emma but she would pay hell for even making eyes at him.
Unfortunately for you, James had been struggling a bit for charms and enlisted your help in studying. At first, you had gave him a 'fuck no' before moving in order to not get his girlfriends wrath but when he pleaded and begged,
You forfeited.
You were hoping that he would keep it a secret but James being the dumbass he is mentioned how much of a good time it was to the entire group, Emma grew as red as a tomato.
You mentally cursed James, knowing that your life was already going to become a living hell.
Fortunately, you kept most stuff to yourself and never confided in Emma with anything.
There was nothing that Emma could do to incriminate you with but you just knew that she wouldn't back down and there was nothing you could do.
You did do your best to keep away from her but Lily couldn't stop hanging out with her which made the rest of your group completely vulnerable.
At the same time, you couldn't blame Lily for being so gullible and kind-hearted but it made her a pushover and Emma could guilt trip her way out of anything.
So if Emma was going to play this game, you were alone.
And you had to be the best player.
The bell chimed, bring you out of thought as you began packing up.
Emma came over to you, "Y/N! I'm so sorry that I didn't try harder to wake you and Dorcas." She hummed, "I thought you were fully up by time the time I left." She faked a sincere smile.
"Yeah Emma, I think it would be best if you never enlist yourself to such a task again, I'm afraid it requires a bit more of a brain hmm?" You sweetly said, leaving the conversation as she scowled towards you.
You rushed over to Remus, "Remus, please tell me you have the notes for this class." You pouted, grabbing ahold of his arm.
"Of course." He told you, beginning to grab his notebook out of his book-bag.
"Thank you so much," You gratefully said as you began walking with them.
"Wait, why didn't you ask me?" Sirius asked, pouting.
You let out a snort, "Have you seen your handwriting?" You derided as James and Peter laughed.
Sirius fake sniffled, "One day Y/N, you will appreciate my beauty and brains." Sirius dramatically hair flipped.
"You know there's nothing up there." James said, knocking on Sirius's head as Sirius swatted his hand.
You rolled your eyes as Remus handed over his notebook to which you thanked him with a kiss on his cheek.
"Hey! Wheres mine?" Peter asked, "I gave you the notes for potions."
You rolled your eyes again, giving Peter a peck on the cheek as well.
Your eyes locked onto Sirius, already knowing what he was gonna say, "Well, you just insulted me, I think you owe me one." Sirius said, tapping his cheek.
You clenched your jaw, pecking his cheek quickly as he grinned from ear to ear.
"Wait where's mine?" James asked as your eyes widened, "Don't wanna be left out," He fake sniffled.
"Your girlfriend will quite literally harvest my organs." You scarily said, putting the notebook in your bag.
"It's just a kiss on the cheek!" He argued as the whole group shook their head.
"Mate, I'm going to have to agree with her on this one," Sirius patted James on the back, "She will bloody kill Y/N and us for letting it happen." Sirius said.
There was a rumble of protest in his throat but a part of him knew that you both were right. He didn't want you to be faced with the fire on Emma based on his actions.
"Fine, guess you guys are right," He muttered as he dragged his feet.
You groaned, reaching over to James and pecking him on the cheek as he grinned.
âEveryone's been kissed now,â you sighed, your voice trailing off in frustration. âCan we justââ But before you could finish, a sharp voice sliced through the air.
âY/N!â Emma screeched, her anger prominent as the group recoiled, hissing in surprise. She stormed toward you, her face flushed with rage.
You were begging Merlin that she hadn't seen the peck you gave to James.
âDid you just kiss my boyfriend?â She laughed harshly, her grip tightening on James's arm as he shot you an apologetic look, guilt written all over his face.
âOh, maybe it was Sirius instead?â You quipped, trying to deflect with a joke, but Peterâs snort only deepened the tension.
âReal clever,â Emma shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she stepped closer, invading your space. âA good friend wouldnât do that, Y/N. I donât take betrayal lightly.â Her tone was sharp, a warning laced within it.
You matched her intensity, moving closer until your breaths mingled as you spoke, âAnd I donât take threats lightly.â
âOkay, letâs all just calm down!â Sirius intervened, wrapping an arm around your waist while James did the same to Emma, but the heat between you and Emma crackled like a campfire, neither of you backing down.
âIt was just a peck, sweetheart,â James cooed, wrapping an arm around Emma as you rolled your eyes, arms crossed in disbelief.
Emma pouted, âYou know how protective I get about you.â She nestled into his chest, and the sight made your stomach churn.
âI know, baby,â he said with a smile, holding her close, while the rest of the Marauders looked on, barely able to stomach the scene unfolding before them.
âAs entertaining as this little drama is, I need to get ready for the party tonight,â you announced, desperate for an escape.
"The party isn't until tonight!" Peter said, confused.
"Mentally prepare!" You joked.
âWait!â Emmaâs voice pierced through your thoughts just as you turned to leave, and you sighed, bracing yourself for her next act.
Her expression shifted, all sweetness now. âIâm sorry for misreading things with James,â She said, feigning concern. âI know youâve never had a boyfriend,â She added, her tone dripping with condescension. âBut, you can get a bit... jealous. But weâre friends, right? So I shouldnât act like that.â
You clicked your tongue, suppressing the urge to roll your eyes even harder.
âAnd as your friend,â She whispered, pulling you into a tight hug, âI just want to warn you. If you so much as talk to James at the Gryffindor party tonight, Iâll make your life a living hell.â
She released you, her smile wide and disingenuous, and before you could even muster a response, she skipped back to James, leaving you fuming.
Fury coursed through your veins as her words echoed in your mind, the unfairness of it all burning like a fire inside you.
Ever since Emma had walked into your life, she had fucked with everything around you.
Your friends, your reputations, your social life, hell even your sanity.
And if nobody else was gonna put a stop to her.
You guess it would have to be you.
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Are you really ready to wage war with her?â Dorcas chimed in from the closet, her tone skeptical.
âDorc,â You began, frustration creeping into your voice. âEmma has been terrorizing us since third year. Are you seriously going to tell me that taking her down doesnât sound appealing?â
She sighed, contemplating. âOkay, fine, youâve got a point. But how exactly are you planning to take her on?â
A sly smirk crept across your face as you revealed the outfit youâd picked: a black corset paired with the shortest black skirt you could find, topped off with fishnets. Dorcasâs jaw dropped sarcastically. âSo, youâre going to out-dress her?â She asked, incredulous.
âNo,â You replied, rolling your eyes. âIâm going to use her worst fear against her. Iâm going to seduce James.â
Dorcas nearly choked. âDo you have a death wish?â
âListen, I would never usually even consider looking at another girlâs boyfriend, but this is different. James is the one thing that will shatter her, and honestly, it sounds cruel, but so is she!â You shot back, your resolve hardening.
âAnd if she tells the whole school what youâre doing, youâll look like a homewrecker and be exiled,â Dorcas countered.
âWhich is why it has to look like itâs all Jamesâs idea,â You insisted, undeterred. âHeâs been my friend since childhood; itâll look innocent.â
âI donât think this idea is as foolproof as you think,â Dorcas muttered, slipping into her red dress with an exasperated sigh.
âDorc, trust me, she canât hurt me,â You reassured her, the fire in your belly fueling your confidence.
âWell, if everything goes south,â Dorcas said with a reluctant smile, âIâve got your back.â
You beamed at her. âWhat would I do without you?â
Just then, a loud bang echoed on your door. âHurry up before all the firewhiskey is gone!â Marlene called, her voice a mix of urgency and excitement.
You and Dorcas shared a laugh, gathering your belongings and heading down to the common room, adrenaline buzzing in the air as you prepared to face the chaos of the night ahead.
The lively atmosphere of the common room was a familiar backdrop for you all; it felt like there was always a party, whether an event warranted it or not. You, Marlene, and Dorcas scanned the room and spotted your usual crew gathered around the couch. With a burst of energy, you hopped right next to James.
His eyes widened in surprise as he took in your outfit, but before he could say anything, Sirius swooped in.
âY/N, have I ever told you how much Iâm attracted to you?â He drawled, causing you to snort.
âEyes off, Black,â You shot back playfully, just as Marlene whacked him with a pillow.
âWhy do I even try?â He lamented, sinking dramatically into his chair.
Marlene grinned mischievously. âYou know, Iâd sleep with you, Black.â
Siriusâs eyes went wide. âReally?â
âYeah, if you pay me and wear a cloak,â She teased, sending the group into fits of laughter.
Sirius scowled at Marlene while Lily pinched his cheeks, only for him to swat her hands away with a playful glare.
âYou do look good, Y/N,â James murmured, his voice sincere.
You turned to him, arching an eyebrow. âNow what did I do to deserve a compliment from James Potter?â
He chuckled softly. âWell, after what I put you through this morning, I think you deserve more than just a compliment.â
âSpeaking of this morning,â you leaned in closer, lowering your voice, âWhereâs your girlfriend?â
James shrugged, a hint of frustration flickering across his face. âWe got into a fight after you left. I tried to talk to her about her manners,â he said, his tone casual but the weight behind his words was clear.
âBut you guys were literally snuggling when I left,â You laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
âYeah, well, that was before I realized how messed up her behavior was. Jus'... embarrassing, you know?â He gulped down his drink, and you couldnât help but notice the guilt etched on his face.
It twisted your heart, seeing him upset. James was your best friend, and the thought of anyone hurting him made your stomach churn.
You hated seeing him like this, torn between loyalty and the flaws of the person he cared for. It felt like a heavy weight was pressing down on both of you, and all you wanted was to lift it.
"Well," You spoke as he looked at you, "If you want me to forgive you, I think a dance would do," You said, standing up and extending a hand to him.
A goofy smile plastered on his face, James said, "Anything for Mâladyâs forgiveness."
You scrunched your nose at his corniness as he took your hand and led you onto the dance floor. He twirled you around, making you giggle before pulling you back in to sway together.
"Youâre such a dork," You snickered.
"And how many years have I proven that to you?" He shot back, laughter in his voice as you rested your head on his shoulder.
His fingertips grazed your back while you swayed, and he whispered in your ear, "I miss us hanging out."
Outside of Charms tutoring and classes, you never got to see James and it always hurt you. You both knew why you couldnât and voicing it would only make it worse.
But it had been hard not having a proper hangout with just the both of you since third year.
You felt warmth spread through you, flustered. "I miss hanging out with you too."
Looking at him, you noticed how beautiful he lookedâhis messy hair and that infectious grin. There was always a gleam in his eye, and everything about him radiated warmth. It felt like summer when you were together, and butterflies filled your stomach.
You knew he was just your best friend, nothing more. And that would always be the truth, as long as you told yourself that.
Suddenly, James twirled you again, but this time you spun out of his grip and fell onto the suddenly slippery floor.
You fell with a hiss, "Shit!" you moaned, wincing in pain as James rushed over with the rest of the group, the crowd parting to give you space.
"What the fuck happened?" Sirius asked, concern etched on his face.
"I don't know!" James replied, kneeling beside you. "She just slipped!"
You hissed as you tried to stand on your sprained ankle.
"Let me see," James muttered, inspecting your foot as you groaned.
"Maybe it's her leg," Marlene added.
"Well duh," Sirius shot back, earning a playful hit from Marlene.
"Can we just get her to Pomfrey?" Lily huffed, and the boys nodded in agreement.
Sirius tried to rush over to you, but James waved him off. "I got her," he said, lifting you bridal-style.
You winced at the jolt to your ankle, nuzzling into his neck as you caught a glimpse of Emma in the back of the room, her expression burning with rage.
You knew then that the games were just beginning.
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two hands on me.
you had agreed to keep your relationship with itoshi rin a secret. but after an important win, he decides he doesn't want to keep you a secret any longer. f1!itoshi rin x reader â fluff, angst if you squint, w.c. 1.6k+ â content: kissing/making out
note. watched that one f1 wag edit of nicole scherzinger and the helmet kiss, and i had to write about this IMMEDIATELY. just with a twist cuz i didn't know how to make a helmet kiss romantic LMAO

itâs late, but the roar of the crowd is lively and deafening around you. it's echoing in your ears.
you stand there in the midst of it, hands clasped together, behind the divider that separates you from the track. but youâre ignoring the noise as you focus on itoshi rin, the man of the hour. thereâs tears of overwhelming joy and pride brimming in your eyes, and your heart is racing with excitement from the buzz of watching such a victory.
heâs just finished the race; heâs barely stepping out of his race car before heâs being bombarded by the people around him. youâre not surprised by this. this victory, itâs big. so big. one of the most important in his career, and the entire world is watching him, cheering for him. thereâs people who have traveled from all over the world, just to be able to watch him. their phones are pointed at him, immortalizing this moment, and other people are fighting for a sliver of his time.
he deserves every second of this.
youâd been a witness to his hard work; you were there every step of the way. from the long training periods, to the excruciating workout regiment he had to endure to make sure his body was ready for this circuit, and the long hours spent doubting if he could really do it all. you (and him) know better than anyone else that he was meant to win.
you want him to shine.Â
but the selfish part of you wants him to know that youâre also watching him, that youâre cheering for him too. that part of you that wants to run onto the track and join him, to hold his face in your hands and tell him how absolutely proud you are. to keep all his attention to yourself, to kiss him until neither of you can breathe. but you stay in your spotâ you know you canât.
all you can do is watch from afar.
your relationship is a secret, after all. a mutual, and carefully hidden truth between the two of you. it was agreed on, after a deep conversation, that it was probably within your best interest to keep it that way. he didnât want you to get bombarded by his fans. he knew better than anyone else how it felt like to have random people poke their noses into his business, and he didn't want that for you. and you didnât want to put a damper on his career, knowing that it could ultimately result in the loss of support for him. this is for the best, so you stay hidden.
(but, youâd be lying if you said it didnât suck to not be able to publicly support him the way he deserves.)
itâs a given that youâre not expecting him to look your wayâ not here, not now. not when heâs basking in the glory of his victory in a crowd of thousands. his crew was crowding him, equally as thrilled as the audience, and paparazzis were swarming around with flashing cameras all asking for his attention.
right now, you werenât itoshi rinâs girlfriend. you were just another fan in the crowd, standing there, heart filled with pride and joy.
youâre just about ready to leave, uninterested in going onto the track to watch the podium celebrations, ready to escape the crowd and go back to your shared home. youâve set your mind on the fact that youâre content on congratulating him when he gets back, surprising him with his favorite meal.
but you donât get far before the crowd erupts again, and this time, everyoneâs pushing past one another to get into your section. you donât even think about it. you just act on instinct, stepping closer to the barrier once again, curiosity getting the best of you.
and then you see him.
heâs breaking free from the chaos, his eyes scanning the crowd with an urgency youâve never seen before. and there, in the middle of it all, his eyes land on you. your gazes connect, and your breath gets stuck in your throat. he stumbles for a second, momentarily shoved back by the crowd. and then, the next secondâ thereâs no hesitation in his movements as he pushes past the people, ignoring the gasps of offense.
alarms go off in your head; heâs jogging straight towards you.
he still hasnât stripped himself of his driving kit, not caring enough about that in that moment. heâs still wearing his helmet, face covered and unreadable, and his hands are still wrapped in his gloves.
but then heâs ripping his gloves off, haphazardly throwing them on the ground behind him as he makes a beeline for you. heâs undoing the clasp of his helmet with clumsy hands, and he doesnât bother to push it fully off, awkwardly laying on top of his head. once his face is no longer blocked by the tinted plastic, you see that his eyes are staring straight at you. thereâs a look of set determination on his face, and you canât deny the feeling of nervousness that washes over you.
for once, it feels like you don't know what he's thinking of doing.
and then rinâs standing in front of you within seconds, and his breath is ragged and uneven from the jog. but he doesnât wait to catch his breath. not when all he can think of this one thing: his second win of the night. he doesnât wait for a word from youâ no, he doesnât have the patience. he doesnât ask for permission. heâs jumping over the barrier, and his hands are gripping at your hips in a heartbeat, pulling you to him.
"tell me," heâs giving you an out before he does something he canât take back. âtell me if you donât want me, this, right now.â
youâre not sure what he means, but you answer anyway. âi want this.â
then everything becomes a blur; it all happens so fast. your mind is still reeling from the shock. from how rinâs acting. and youâre overwhelmed by thoughts of the cameras, now all pointed towards you, and rin standing right in front of you. real, and very much not a hallucination. youâre barely able to register anything before one of his hands is traveling up, pushing at the back of your head to pull you into a kiss.
you freeze, unsure of what to do.
you can't help but make a noise of surprise when you make contact with him. itâs soft at first. his lips are moving with yours in a shallow, but hungry, kiss. as if the words he couldn't say were being poured into it, into you. and then his hand is traveling to the nape of your neck, pressing gently against it, and heâs tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
one of your hands instinctively fly up to cradle his jaw, palm cupping his cheeks, gently. the other hand clings onto the collar of his tracksuit, knuckles turning white from your grip.
his hold on you is firm, grounding you, constantly pulling and clutching at you to keep you close to his body. you can feel the desperation, the way his lips stay locked on yours even as you both run out of breath. even when your mind starts to grow fuzzy, and your brain starts to signal for air. as if, in his mind, you would run away from this.
but you donât. you would never.
in that moment, the world falls into silence around you. the noise from the crowd fades into the background, and it's just you and him. no cameras, no flashing lights. even the plastic of his helmet, digging into the skin of your head, doesnât bother you. you know nothing but the feeling of his lips against yours, his two hands on you, and the way his heart is beating in sync with yours.
ârinââ you gasp, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. you're coming to your senses, and your palms are weakly pushing at his chest to pull away from him momentarily. but his hands keep you in place, not wanting to let go. âhold onâ i thought we were keeping this a secret? so many people are watching us right now.â
you hate this feeling of being pulled back into the present. the fact that you can feel the overbearing presence of the cameras, and how you can practically feel the stares burning holes into the back of your head. but heâs quick to pull your attention back on him, one hand squeezing at your hip reassuringly, the other tilting your chin to face him. his face softens at your words, almost looking guilty, and his eyes filled with tenderness and vulnerability.
focus on me, you can almost hear him say. it's just me.
you're looking at him expectantly, and he can see the worry in your eyes. this is sudden, he's aware, and he knows you both made an agreement. but rinâs never cared much for the approval of the mediaâ he'd only ever cared about you. itâs his, and your, life and no one elseâs business.
he'd made up his mind already. he's willing to fight anyone who insults you, and he doesn't care if he loses the support of some fans. (he knows he'll gain more anyway.) he wants to show everyone whoâs been truly supporting him.
his number one fan. the one who's behind all his successes.
rin doesnât want to hide you any longerâ he doesnât want you to hide any longer. he wants the world to know whatâs his.
âi donât care if they're watching,â he breathes against your lips, forehead resting against yours. your breaths are still shallow, chests heaving against each others, but heâs leaning in again for another. âi want to show off my biggest win.â
and his lips are on yours once again.

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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 15: Bonnie
Summary: Your heat is over and your pack has moved on with their lives, settling back into the familiar routine. Except, some things have begun to change, and you're not entirely sure if its for the better.
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Word Count: 7456 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, oral, handjobs, overstimulation, P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampie, hair pulling, switch Johnny, Johnny's lingerie kink, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, language, mention of nightmares, brief talk about killing and violence, insomnia, fluff, and of course a bit of angst
A/N: This chapter was an absolute bitch to write. I'm not kidding this was a nightmare. I'm happy with the changes I've made though, and how things are progressing. We've made a little bit of a time jump here, but not much. I think I'm getting sick so, posting the chapter before I inevitably pass out again. Oh, and Happy Easter everyone that celebrates.
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Your eyes fly open as the alarm blares. They burn as you squint against the bright phone light. An arm reaches over you, the warm skin sliding against your back as he fumbles to turn off the offending noise.Â
You let out a quiet groan as you catch the numbers dictating the time on the screen before the phone is placed back on the nightstand. ââS too early.â You grumble, rubbing at your crusty eyes.Â
âGo back to sleep.â John murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before he shifts, climbing over you to get out of the bed. He tucks the blankets back around you before slipping into the bathroom.Â
You won't go back to sleep. The last time you'd glanced at the time on your phone had been two hours ago, at 2 A.M. Youâve been awake most of the night, as you have been the last couple nights. You haven't been sleeping well. It was like your heat opened a floodgate and now every time you close your eyes, you're transported back into the past, back when you were a child. Back when things weren't fine.Â
You've started trying to avoid sleep, waking constantly during the night from nightmares or from your brainâs own fear of them starting back up. Itâs only been a week since your heat ended, and yet you feel no more rested than you did coming out of it. Nothing youâve tried has worked, not even staying awake until you inevitably pass out prevents your subconscious mind from pulling up the horrible memories of your past.Â
Even sleeping next to your alpha hasnât provided any comfort for your mind. His presence isnât enough to quell the fear in your mind that the nightmares might come back, that the memories might surface.Â
Even he canât protect you from this.Â
You close your eyes as the bathroom door opens again, pretending to sleep as John dresses for his morning workout. Heâs quiet, near silent as he moves about the room. Itâs almost terrifying how quiet they can be. Though, you suppose, if your survival depends on it, itâs a skill youâd spend plenty of time honing.Â
John grabs his phone from the nightstand, running a gentle hand over your head before he leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind him. You lay there for a few minutes, trying not to let the guilt eat you alive. You should tell them youâre struggling to sleep, that your mind is plaguing you with memories from your past, but youâre afraid of what they might think of you. Youâre not the perfect omega, youâre not as whole as you might seem.Â
Youâre held together with duct tape on the inside. They already have enough to worry about now, they donât need the weight of your misery thrown on top of the loads they all carry.Â
You let out a long breath, turning over in Johnâs bed. You press your face into the pillow, inhaling the imprint of his scent on the fabric. Itâs still warm where he was laying, and you shuffle over into that spot, letting your body go lax as you imagine him still there with you, arms still wrapped around your body. You want to bury yourself in his arms, press against his chest until you sink into him and become one.Â
Only then, perhaps you can feel safe enough to sleep.Â
You press your face further into the pillow, every inhale filled with Johnâs scent. It lulls you into a daze, the hypnagogic stage between sleep and wakefulness.Â
You jolt as a hand touches your arm, calluses smoothing over the bare skin. You blink your eyes open, letting out a quiet groan. Itâs light outside now, the room bathed in white light instead of the yellow tinge of the nightlight John had bought for his room for you.
âSorry, didnât mean to startle you.â John says, gently squeezing your arm. Heâs already dressed for the day, hair still damp from the shower. You hadnât even noticed heâd returned.Â
You roll over, rubbing your eyes. ââS fine. Didnât even know I was asleep. Breakfast time?âÂ
John hums, leaning over you. âAlmost. Youâve got time to get ready.âÂ
You blink up at him blearily, your mind still trying to wake up completely after your short nap. You stare up into his eyes, getting lost in their blue depths. You feel like you could swim in them, his deep earthy scent drawing forward memories of camping and swimming in the lake. Memories you could pretend were happy, memories not tainted by fear and grief.Â
âChrist,â He breathes, pressing his lips to yours. âSo fucking beautiful.âÂ
Your cheeks warm at his words, your lips moving against his as you kiss. You trail a hand up his arm, sliding it to his back. His shirt is soft, thin enough that you can feel the muscles in his back as you smooth your hand across his shoulder blades.Â
âWish I could stay here all day.â He murmurs, his face pressing into your throat. You tilt your head for him, a quiet groan rumbling through his chest at your sign of submission. He sighs, pressing his nose against your scent gland for a moment before he straightens back up. âGot a job to do.âÂ
You let out a groan as you stretch, arching your back. âFuck your job.âÂ
âIâd much rather be fucking you.â He says, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip before he stands up, grabbing the shirt youâd worn to slip into his room last night off the floor. Itâs one of his, one youâd stolen from his laundry hamper while he was in the shower. âDonât let anyone hear you say that.âÂ
You grin, pushing the sheets down before sitting up on the edge of the bed. You rub your eyes tiredly, stretching again before pulling on his shirt, slipping your slippers on. You pad back to your room, changing into more appropriate clothes for breakfast. Youâll be left to your own devices again afterward as the guys return to their normal training schedule. You wonât be napping this time, though, you fear. Instead youâll be looking for ways to keep yourself awake.Â
You and John walk hand in hand to the mess. Itâs been a while since youâve been inside of it, and you find youâve grown to miss it a bit. You donât miss the stares, the looks that pass over you and your entwined hands as John leads you to the line to get food. Itâs like they know, like they all somehow witnessed what had transpired over the last couple weeks, like they had all been spectators to it.Â
John makes your tray for you again, carrying it to the table where the others are already seated. You take your normal spot next to Kyle, both him and John sitting closer to you than before. Perhaps they were picking up on your nervous energy, but even Johnny and Ghost seemed to be sitting closer. You cast a glance between them before digging into your tray. Something had transpired, but youâre not quite sure what.Â
You might never get to know.Â
Itâs quiet as you eat, the coffee bitter and watery, but you donât care. Youâll suffer anything that might give you a boost of energy to make it to lunch without falling asleep.Â
Johnny walks you back to the barracks after breakfast is over, his arm around your waist as you take your time crossing the courtyard. Heâs oddly quiet compared to how energetic he usually is this early in the morning. Something must have happened to make him silent.Â
âJohnny?â You ask after a group of soldiers jog past behind you.Â
He hums, looking down at you. His eyes are still bright, but his brows are slightly furrowed.Â
âIs everything alright?â You ask carefully, not wanting to risk pushing any buttons.Â
âAye.â He answers after letting out a sigh. âJusâ an incident in the gym this morninâ. Nothing ye need tae worry about.âÂ
You raise your brows at him, silently conveying your desire for more information, if he can give you any.Â
âJust some alphas talkinâ shite, like they do. Callinâ ye the 141âs whore. Askinâ if we all take turns or if ye let us all go at once.â He says, his tone practically seething as he leads you into the barracks. âSimon reminded them of their place.âÂ
You can only imagine how that went.Â
Despite their obvious tension at the jabs made at you by the other alphas, you don't feel as angry as you probably should. Being called a whore was a bit demeaning, but part of what was said wasn't entirely wrong. Perhaps it's just some leftover hormones surging from your heat, or maybe being claimed has shifted your feelings towards your packmates, but the idea of being shared by them has warmth spreading through you. The mental images piecing together in your mind of taking them all at once would probably make the alphas that made that jab at you blush furiously.Â
âJohnny?â You ask, turning to him when you reach your door.Â
âAye?â He stares down at you, his blue eyes soft as they gaze down into your own.Â
âI, uh, I wouldnât mind if at least part of what they said was true...â You sink your teeth into your lip. âYou...uh...youâve been waiting for a while...for your turn.âÂ
He gulps, shifting slightly on his feet. You canât tell if heâs nervous or excited or something in between.Â
âWell, Iâve been officially cleared to partake in more...strenuous activities..âÂ
âChrist.â He breathes, crowding you against the door. For a moment youâre worried he might just do it right here, right now, but instead he leans in, close enough you can smell the coffee he had with his breakfast. âIâd love that, kitten.â He bites his own lip as he stares down at yours. âLet me know, and Iâll be ready for you.â He leans down, closing the short distance between you as he kisses you.Â
You lean into him, kissing him back. It feels like the first time you kissed him, except you can feel the hunger, the restraint behind this kiss. You can feel how much heâs been holding back, how long heâs waited to finally have this moment. To think of anyone desiring you in such a way makes your head spin. He wants you for you, not what you can do for him, not what you can give to him. Not even just for whatâs between your legs, even if thatâs what youâre going to do.Â
He wants to be with you because youâre you. He doesnât have to, he could choose not to, but he does.Â
He pulls away, staring down at you. His eyes are darker now, speaking promises of whatâs to come. âWhen youâre ready, Iâll be waiting.âÂ

âYou're tired.âÂ
You blink, your gaze snapping to his face. You had been drifting thoughtlessly, quite enamored with a single spot on the floor. You're not sure how long he let you stand there, empty-headed and practically dozing upright.Â
You rub your eyes, trying to force your brain back to awareness. âIt's early.â You give the excuse, toeing off your shoes. âBeen a while since we've done this.â
âYou're going to have to work extra hard to gain it all back.â Ghost says, pulling off his sweatshirt.Â
Your eyes are immediately drawn to his arms, the strength in them, the tattoos on his skin. You bite back the desire to move closer, to get just a glimpse at one close up. You want to sit and trace them, hear the story of every single one. You want to push his sleeve up, watch the way his muscles bulge and flex, see how far his tattoo goes up his arm.Â
You snap yourself out of your thoughts, moving onto the mat before you do something embarrassing like starting to drool. You watch him as he stands at the edge of the mat, brown eyes taking you in as you stand there. Something tickles in the back of your mind, a hint of fear, the sense of sudden danger prevalent. What would you do if he suddenly ran at you? Try to dodge and make it to the door? Where would you go? The med center again?Â
âEasy.â He grumbles, sensing your obvious tension.
Your gaze snaps back to him, his posture relaxed as he stays still. âI'm putting a lot of trust in you.â
âI know.â He says, standing almost as still as a statue. You wonder how he can possibly be so still, but you suppose it's something he learned to do. âI should never have broken that trust in the first place.â
Your eyes widen, brows lifting as you stare at him. You didn't expect such a straightforward apology from him. You haven't really gotten one, until now. You hesitate as you stand there in silence, Ghost obviously waiting for your response.Â
âI don't know if I can forgive you.â You finally say.Â
âYou shouldn't.â He shrugs, his gaze shifting to the wall behind you. âEven if you weren't really in danger, it was still a dick move.â
Your eyebrows raise even higher. âAn apology and admitting you were a dick? Should I be worried?â
He huffs out a breath, shaking his head. âConsider it an offering of amicability, for Johnny. I know you two are getting close, so inevitably we're going to find ourselves around each other more often than we have previously.â
âWell, I suppose I could accept that.â You say, shifting on your feet. âI don't think you could convince Johnny otherwise.â
âHardly. He wouldn't listen anyway.â He finally moves, shifting on his feet. âYou gonna put your hackles down so I can approach?â
You take a deep breath, relaxing the tension in your body. You don't really have a reason to fear him, despite what he did. He hasn't given you a reason to fear him since then, and he's even gone so far as to apologize in his own way. John wouldn't have allowed this to start again if he didn't trust Ghost not to do something that might put you in danger.Â
John trusts him, so you should be able to as well.Â
Ghost slowly approaches, your eyes watching him carefully until he's directly in front of you. You stare up at him, holding his gaze. You wish you could see the rest of his face on the off chance it might give you a hint at what he's thinking and feeling. You wonder if that's partially why he wears the mask.Â
Ghost holds out his hand and you place your own in his. It's so much bigger than yours, his long fingers engulfing your wrist as he wraps your hand. You could probably do it yourself by this point, but you like making him do it. You like the way his hands hold yours, the roughness of his skin against your own.Â
He starts out reviewing things you already know. Punches, kicks, dodging. It doesn't take long for you to get back into the groove of things, moving like it hasn't been nearly a month since your last training session. You notice the fatigue faster than you had during your last session, but you expected that after almost a month, paired with your heat two weeks ago.Â
âNow, punching and kicking will only get you so far in a fight.â He says, giving you a moment to breathe. âAlmost all fights are going to end up on the ground. Even if your goal is disarming enough to escape, the chances of you and your opponent ending up on the ground is highly likely.âÂ
He swipes your feet out from under you before you can even blink, nearly knocking the wind from you as you land on the mat on your back. Heâs on you quickly, dropping to his hands and knees over you. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at him above you, his hulking form seeming even larger from this angle. Your mind begins to run wild, imagining all the things that could happen in this position.Â
âFocus.â He grumbles, arms flexing as he presses his hands into the mat where they rest on either side of your head. âYou donât want to be in this position in a fight. Youâre too vulnerable.âÂ
A shiver runs down your spine at his words. You are vulnerable like this. Even with him, someone who doesnât want to hurt you, it would be so easy. Your head begins to turn, your gaze leaving his as instinct begins to take over.Â
âNo.â He snaps, gripping your chin to turn your head back so heâs looking in your eyes. âYou do that in a fight, youâre not going to see the other side.âÂ
You gulp, trying to ignore the warmth of his fingers on your face, the firmness of his grip as he keeps you from showing submission to him. Thatâs not why youâre here. Heâs right. If you do that in a fight, itâll be over before you even have a chance to run.Â
âYour legs are far stronger than your arms. Use them to your advantage.â He says, showing you how to get him into the right position to flip him.Â
You know heâs helping you as you flip him onto his back. If he really was fighting you, youâre not sure you could have done it, even if you managed to land enough of a hit to disarm him. You wind up on top of him, sitting on his stomach. The position doesnât help your racing thoughts, and you pray you can keep enough control over yourself so you donât make it obvious.Â
âUse your legs to pin my hands.â He directs you. You shift your knees slightly, trapping his hands against the mat. âGood.â He says, laying still under you. âYou canât hold a bigger opponent down here for long, but thatâs not the point. This gives you a moment of opportunity to go for the face or the neck. Stun them and that gives you a headstart. If you have a weapon available, then you have one less person to worry about chasing you.âÂ
You gulp at his words. It hadnât even crossed your mind during your training. He had said it so simply, so easily. You suppose it is to him, after years of doing it, after countless moments where itâs his life or theirs. Is that what he tells himself? Is that how he rationalizes it? Is there so much blood on his hands now that killing is as easy as breathing?Â
You wonder how they all rationalize it. They all have blood on their hands, they all have killed, and will kill again. Every time they leave and come back, itâs with more blood, more nameless faces on the list of lives they've taken, all in the name of the greater good.Â
Is violence and death really the path to the greater good?Â
âWhat?â He asks, sensing your inner turmoil.Â
You sit back on his stomach, your body rising and falling with his even breaths. âI donât know if I could do it.âÂ
He tugs his hands from beneath your knees easily, resting them on the mat next to your legs. You can feel his fingers twitch as the blood rushes back into them. âYou might not have much of a choice.â He says, holding your gaze. Thereâs a softness in his gaze you have never seen before. âSometimes itâs the only choice. If theyâre attacking you, theyâre better off dead. Even if their goal is to take you alive, the things theyâll do to you.â He shakes his head.Â
Heâs speaking from experience. You know heâs seen things, witnessed the brutality omegas are subjected to at the hands of the worst kinds of alphas and betas. Heâs watched omegas die in front of him while heâs sat helpless.
His hand lifts, cupping the back of your head to pull you down closer to his face. You catch yourself with your hands on either side of his head, fighting the urge to tense your shoulders. His hand doesnât move from the back of your head, his fingers not even twitching as he holds you steady.Â
âIf theyâre willing to do it to you, how many others have been on the receiving end? If youâre not willing to be the last, how many others will come after you?â He says, his gaze intense as he stares at you. âI hope you never have to, but you always have to prepare for the worst.âÂ
He holds you there for a breath, staring up into your eyes before he releases you, flipping you off of him and onto your back on the mat. He pushes himself up to stand, staring down at you as you lay there, catching your breath and thinking over the last few moments that transpired.Â
âCome on. Itâs almost time for breakfast.âÂ

Itâs quiet in the rec room. The TV is off for once, only the hum of electricity and the occasional turning of a page the only sound breaking the silence. You and Ghost are the only two in the rec room, both of you relaxing silently as you read. Heâs in the chair as usual, and youâre stretched out on the couch.Â
Youâre only halfway paying attention to your book, still thinking over your conversation with Johnny earlier, and what transpired in the gym during your training session yesterday. You know how much Johnny wants to be with you, and you're more than willing to go that far with him. You like Johnny, more than just as a packmate. It's hard not to fall for him with his confidence and his playful demeanor. You know he's been desperate to take things to the next level too.Â
All he's waiting on is you saying the word.Â
He will never force you into it. He'll impatiently wait for you to go to him, to tell him that you want it. All jokes and teasing aside, you know he'd never make you feel like you were being forced into something.Â
The thought makes you want to cry.Â
âPull his hair.â Ghostâs voice cuts through the silence, nearly making you jump.Â
You lower your book so you can see him, eyebrows raising in surprise at his words. âWhat?âÂ
âWhen you finally fuck Johnny, grab him by the mohawk. He likes it.â Ghost says, not even looking up from his own book.Â
You stare at him wide-eyed, wondering for a moment if he can read minds, or if youâre just not quite as subtle as you think youâre being.Â
âI'll, uh, keep that in mind.â You say, lifting your book again to hide your blushing face.Â
The room descends into silence once more, the two of you continuing to read as if nothing had happened, as if that conversation hadnât transpired. You wish it felt that way in your mind, though. The mental images Ghostâs words have drawn up drowning out the words on the pages that youâre trying to read. Youâre trying not to get worked up further, but you canât help it. After your training session and the thoughts that had come to mind with Ghost, and now these new images of Johnny, youâre sure your scent has begun to sweeten with arousal.Â
You need to rectify this, and fast.Â

You knock on the door, shifting nervously on your feet. Your hands have disappeared in your sleeves, the weight of your phone in your pocket the only thing keeping you from floating to the ceiling and dissipating into the air from the anxiety.Â
Your stomach nearly drops from your body as the door swings open, Gaz standing there in his full glory.Â
âEverything alright?â He asks, staring down at you with those big brown eyes. âYou look nervous.â
You swallow the nerves, nodding in response. âYeah, I just...wanted to talk to you for a minute.âÂ
He steps away from the door, brows still pinched in worry and confusion as he motions for you to enter. You brush past him as you step into his room, taking a look around. You haven't been in his room before. It's slightly smaller than yours and John's, and it doesn't have a private bathroom. There's artwork up on the walls, and a couple of plants on his desk, along with a few personal belongings. It's neat and tidy, not that you expected anything less.Â
âWhat did you want to talk about?â He asks, turning to face you after closing the door.Â
You take a deep breath, calming the nervous twist in your stomach. You shouldnât be nervous. Itâs a natural thing to bring up to packmates. You blame it on the fatigue from your lack of sleep putting you on edge.
âI wanted to ask you something.â You start, staring into his big brown eyes. Theyâre so beautiful, so expressive as they stare down at you. âJohnny and I...weâre going to...sleep together soon and...I just wanted to make sure that was okay? In case maybe you wanted to go first?âÂ
Kyleâs lips slowly lift up into a smile as you stare at him nervously, his eyes sparkling with amusement. âHeâs been an absolute tosser since before your heat, and heâd only become utterly unbearable if he didnât get to go first.â He steps up closer to you, grinning down at you. âFor the sake of everyoneâs sanity, I donât mind being patient. Besides,â He leans down, his breath fanning your ear. âI at least know what you look like naked, so I can occupy myself while I wait.âÂ
Your face burns with warmth at his words, a shiver running down your spine. Heâs not wrong. Heâs seen you at your most vulnerable, lost to your heat, naked and stuffed with Johnâs knot. Your brain flashes back to the start of your heat, the feel of his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your pajama pants. You swallow thickly, meeting his gaze as he pulls back.Â
âEnjoy your time with Johnny, love.â He slips his hand into yours, lifting it to his lips. He presses a soft kiss to your knuckles, lips brushing your skin as he speaks. âIâll be here waiting for you when youâre ready.âÂ
You feel a bit out of breath as you leave Kyleâs room, and youâre sure your scent has sweetened with arousal and excitement. You might have been tempted to just jump Kyleâs bones right now, had it not been for your desire for Johnny, and your commitment to letting him be first again. You know Kyleâs right. Youâd never hear the end of it if Johnny didnât get the chance to be next in line.Â
Now you just have to find him and tell him the good news.Â

âYe look nervous. Are ye nervous?âÂ
âI mean, this is a big step...â You say, wrapping your arms around Johnnyâs neck as he shifts you into his lap. You try not to think about how strong he is, how easily he moves you.Â
âYe donât have tae do this, if ye donâ want to.â He says, looking down into your eyes.Â
âItâs not that...â You say, shifting in his lap. âItâs more...thereâs no going back after this.âÂ
He wraps his arms tighter around you. âIf I didnae want it, I wouldnae offer. Yer a fucking stunninâ omega, kitten. Would be crazy not tae want ye.âÂ
Your cheeks warm at his words, your gaze dropping from the intensity of his own. His stubble tickles your fingers as you trace the line of his jaw, working your way towards his lips. His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip as your fingers trace the jagged scar on his chin.Â
âJust...go easy on me? At least this first time?â You say, tracing his lips with your fingers.Â
ââCourse, kitten.â He says, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. âWouldnae want to scare ye away.âÂ
Your eyes widen slightly at the implications of his words, your stomach fluttering with excitement and a hint of fear at what he could possibly be alluding to. His hand lifts, gently grasping your chin, tilting your face slightly. He closes the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours.Â
âDonâ worry.â He murmurs against your lips. âTake good care of ye.âÂ
You hum against his lips, tasting the chocolate heâd been snacking on when you sought him out as his tongue slips into your mouth. His hand leaves your chin, sliding down your throat to rest right at the base of your throat, fingers splayed across your clavicle. His thumb rests right on the edge of your mating mark, the pressure making you shiver.Â
Johnny pulls you tighter against his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck. He moans against your lips as you shift against him, the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass. Itâs not the first time youâve felt it, but this time itâs different. This time youâre going to do something about it.Â
âFucking christ, take ye right here on this couch, if Iâm not careful.â Johnny groans, nipping at your bottom lip.Â
âThen best take me to bed, Sergeant.â You say, pulling back slightly to give him what you hope is a sultry look.Â
The groan thatâs pulled from his lips is downright salacious, something flashing in his eyes as you call him by his rank. He curses, tightening his hold around you before he stands, maneuvering you so youâre tossed over his shoulder. You let out a squeak of surprise thatâs quickly replaced by giggles as he packs you down the hall to his room.Â
He sets you on your feet once you're inside, closing the door. You look around his room, surprised to see it full of art supplies with drawings and paintings all over the walls. You stare open mouthed, taking it all in. It's messier than John and Kyle's rooms, though there's still a sense of order to it. A chaotic order, but you suppose that explains Johnny perfectly.Â
âYou draw?â You say, studying the art on the walls.
âAye,â Johnny says, coming up behind you. âIn my free time.â
âI didn't know that.â A small smile tugs at your lips. âThey're beautiful.â Â
âThank ye, kitten.â He wraps his arms around you from behind, reminding you of why you came in here in the first place. âNot quite as beautiful as you.â
Your face warms at his compliment and you tilt your head back, staring up at him. âYou're such a charmer.âÂ
âTry my best.â He grins, leaning down and kissing your forehead. âPromise I'll show ye my drawings later.â
You turn in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. âI know. You're desperate.â
âBeen waitinâ weeks for this, kitten.â He groans, grinding against you.Â
He leans down, pressing his lips to yours. You tighten your grip around his neck, jumping into his arms. He manages to catch you, stumbling half a step back as his hands grip your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist, lifting yourself so youâre face to face with him.Â
âChrist.â He groans against your lips, walking forward until he reaches his bed.
He drops you on your back, your body bouncing on the mattress as he settles on his knees over you. His eyes have darkened as he stares down at you, your stomach twisting in excitement. Warmth has started to pool between your legs, your scent sweetening with arousal.Â
Johnnyâs hands are rough as they slip under your shirt, tugging it up over your head. He groans, eyes fluttering as he realizes youâre without a bra underneath. He curses quietly, something you canât quite understand as his hands immediately close around your breasts. Your lips part as he squeezes the flesh in his hands, leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth. You gasp at the sensation as his lips close around the sensitive bud, suckling at it like heâs a man starved.Â
Well, you suppose he is.Â
He has been waiting for quite a while for this opportunity. Something about it makes your brain tingle, arousal pooling in your stomach at the thought of someone desiring you that much.Â
Itâs not just him, though. Three of the four members of your pack have expressed their desire for you in such a way. The thought makes your head spin. Youâre just a simple omega, and yet, here they are going half crazy over you.Â
Johnny releases your nipple with a pop, shifting so he can give the same attention to the other one. Arousal continues to pool between your legs, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You drag your fingernails across the back of his neck, a shiver wracking through his body, his hips grinding down against your thigh.Â
âFuck,â He gasps, releasing your nipple to stare up at you.
You repeat the motion, dragging your fingers slower. His eyes roll back, hips grinding harder against your thigh. Heâs so sensitive, you think, pushing your thigh up against him. He lets out what can only be described as almost a whine, rutting his hips against your leg.Â
âFuck,â He curses again, pushing himself back up onto his knees. âTonight is about you, kitten.â He takes a deep breath before slipping his fingers under the waistband of your pants, tugging them down quickly and tossing them on the floor next to your shirt.Â
He sinks his teeth into his lip as he stares down at your panties, one of the pairs he got you on your shopping trip before your date with John. You had changed into them specifically for Johnny, remembering how excited heâd looked when he bought you five pairs of the lacy garments. He groans quietly as he runs his fingers over your lace covered skin, slowly lowering his fingers between your thighs. He glances up at you, meeting his gaze and you give him a nod before his fingers dip lower, trailing the wet spot on the lacy fabric.Â
You part your legs more for him as he rubs you through your panties, quiet moans leaving your lips at the feeling of the friction from the fabric. His eyes are still on you, glued to your face as the pleasure begins to build just from his touch. You buck your hips against his hand, searching out more. More pleasure, more of his touch, more of him.Â
âLook at ye, needy little thing.â He groans, his thumb dragging up your slit until he finds your clit, slowly circling it through the fabric. âBarely touched ye anâ yer cuntâs already soakinâ yer skids. Fucking sweet little thing, so needy for me, arenât ye?âÂ
You push yourself up onto your elbows, staring down at him. âAre you going to sit there and run your mouth all night, or are you going to fuck me?âÂ
He grins wickedly at you. âIâm just gettinâ started, kitten.âÂ
He leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee before trailing kisses up your inner thigh. His thumb continues to stroke you through your panties, applying more and more pressure as he gets closer and closer to your center. He whispers out a curse as he shoves your panties to the side, revealing your glistening folds to him. He leans forward, warm breath fanning your slit before he closes his mouth around you.Â
You gasp at the sensation, dropping back onto your back on the bed as he drags his tongue through your folds, flicking it across your clit before he closes his lips around the sensitive bud, suckling at it like he did your nipples earlier. Pleasure shoots through you as he eats you like a man starved, slurping away at your pussy obscenely.Â
âFuck, Johnny!â You gasp, legs trying to close around his head, but he holds your inner thighs, keeping them spread.Â
Youâre not going to last very long, not with him alternating between sucking at your clit and swirling his tongue around it like that. Heâs done this before, and you canât help the momentary spike of jealousy at the thought of him between any other omegaâs thighs now that he has you.Â
âGonna cum!â You whine, hips bucking against his face.Â
âYeah? Gonna make a mess all over my face?â He groans.Â
You curse, your back arching as he continues to work you up, hands fisting his sheets.Â
âThatâs it.â He groans against your clit, dragging his teeth over the sensitive bud. âBe a good omega for me.âÂ
You cum with a cry, soaking his chin as he continues to tease you. He laps at your juices, not slowing any as he works you through your orgasm, even as you begin to shake with overstimulation.Â
âI-I canât.â You gasp, the burning feeling starting to pulse through you as he continues to suck at your clit. Itâs quickly becoming too much, the feeling overwhelming you.Â
Ghostâs words flash through your mind at that moment, his suggestion yesterday while you both spent time in the rec room reading. You reach down, sinking your fingers into Johnnyâs mohawk, gripping the short strands. He lets out a groan as you tug, pulling his face from your pussy finally. His chin is glistening with your release, his tongue darting out to lick your juices from his lips.Â
He follows as you tug upwards, drawing him away from your pussy. He crawls up your body until youâre almost face to face, your fingers still tangled in his hair.Â
âI said thatâs enough.â You say, slightly breathless from your orgasm, but you put as much authority in your tone as you can manage.Â
âYes maâam.â He practically whines, the muscles in his arms flexing as he sinks his own fingers into the sheets around you.Â
The sudden shift in control has something buzzing in your brain, the back of your neck tingling. Youâre an omega. Youâre not supposed to be in control, and yet, here Johnny is, practically folding in front of you. A thrill shoots through your veins at the thought of what you could make him do, what lengths heâd go to for you simply because you have him in this position.Â
âTake your clothes off.â You say, releasing his mohawk.Â
He sits back without complaint, tugging his shirt over his head. You take him in, the hard lines of his muscles, the dark hair on his chest, the line disappearing under the waistband of his pants. You lick your lips as he undoes the button on his pants, undoing the zipper before tugging them down with his boxers.Â
His cock is hard and practically standing at attention as he kicks his pants off. Heâs slightly smaller than John, but not by much. Your pussy clenches at the thought of him inside you, but youâre not ready for that quite yet. You guide Johnny back up to your face, pressing your lips against his. You can taste yourself on him, making him groan as you lick into his mouth.Â
You guide him onto his back, trading places with him. He settles beneath you, his hands lifting to your hips, but you push them back as you pull away. You smirk down at him for a moment before you move, changing your position so youâre facing away from him. You trap his hands against the bed with your legs like Ghost showed you, sitting yourself on his taut stomach. He has a clear view of your ass still sporting your lacy panties, your wet folds pressed against his skin.Â
âSimon show ye that one?â He asks, flexing his hands under you. He could easily overpower you and free himself, but he doesnât.
âUh huh.â You say, wrapping your hand around his cock.Â
âHells bells, what are you two gettinâ into during traininâ?â He groans, obviously starting to picture the lewd things you and Ghost might be doing. You wonder how heâd react to seeing you on top of Ghost like you were yesterday.Â
âHeâs just teaching me how to defend myself.â You say, slowly pumping his cock. âIâm finding thereâs not much of a difference between fucking and fighting.âÂ
Johnny lets out another groan, but youâre not sure if itâs because of your words, or your hand on his cock. You continue to pump his length, feeling the softness of him in your hand, squeezing gently to feel the vein running along the bottom side. Johnny lets out a choked groan, hands twitching again under your legs.Â
âFuck, I cannae last much longer.â He gasps desperately, his length twitching in your hand.Â
Pearly white beads of precum have begun to slip from his tip, and you canât help but lean down and drag your tongue across his head, gathering some in your mouth. He lets out a whine that rivals ones of your own, his hips bucking as he gets closer and closer to his own orgasm.Â
âPlease, kitten, let me cum inside ye.â He begs, pulling his hands free from underneath you so he can grip your hips.Â
You pull away from his cock, sitting up on his stomach. Heâs panting, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. You shift yourself again, turning back around to face him. His eyes are hooded as he stares at you, pupils blown with lust. His lips are parted as he pants, sweat beading on his forehead from the strain of holding himself back. You push yourself back until youâre hovering over his cock, pulling your panties to the side with one hand, grabbing his length with the other.Â
You groan as you sink down onto him, bracing yourself with a hand on his stomach as he stretches you open. His hands settle on your waist, squeezing your hips as you work yourself down his length.Â
âFuck,â You breathe, pressing your hands against his abs as you sink down completely onto his cock, your hips flush with his.Â
âSo fucking tight and warm,â He groans, his grip near bruising around your hips. âFucking feel fantastic, kitten.âÂ
You slowly begin rocking your hips, using your hands on his stomach for leverage. Your toes are curling already from this angle, the tip of his cock brushing that spot deep inside you with every rock of your hips. Small whines and whimpers leave your lips as you fuck yourself on his cock, squeezing your legs around his hips. Theyâre shaking already, and you know you wonât last long in this position.Â
Johnny seems to notice that as well, his grip on your hips tightening as he starts to guide your movements. Youâre starting to sweat from the effort, your thighs burning, but it feels too good to stop. Youâre getting close again, the stretch of him inside you paired with the high of having such control over him just a few moments ago driving you closer and closer to the edge.Â
Johnny pushes himself up as your movements begin to slow, wrapping his arms around you to shift you in his lap, laying you down on the bed facing the footboard as he slots himself over you. He takes over, thrusting into you, setting a frantic pace. Your head falls back as he pounds into you, your back arching as he folds his body over yours, pressing his face into your neck.Â
âGonna cum for me? Need tae feel ye squeezing âround my cock.â He grunts, nipping at the skin of your throat.Â
You let out a whimper, nails digging into his shoulders. âJust like that.â You pant, squeezing your legs around his hips. âDonât stop!âÂ
âYes, maâam.â He groans, continuing to rut into you like your pussy is the only thing that can save his life.Â
You practically see stars as you cum, squeezing around his cock as pleasure jolts through your body like electricity. Your hips buck against his, grinding together like some sort of forbidden dance as heâs forced into his own orgasm by your walls squeezing around him. His hips stutter before he stills, warmth spurting into you as he cums. You hold him there, his body trembling with yours as he groans into your throat.Â
âFucking hell.â He moans, starting to shallowly thrust into you. Heâs still hard, his cock dragging through your sensitive walls as he continues to fuck you despite having just orgasmed. âNever gonnae tire of this sweet cunt.âÂ
He probably wonât, you think as he continues to slowly thrust into you again.Â
Youâre in for a long night.Â
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ŕ¨ŕ§ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri (click here for part two) ŕ¨ŕ§ : synopsis (requested by @holycastles) : meeting your friends who they seemingly get along with...kinda...not...really?
ŕ¨ŕ§ : genre : comedy (angst if u squint) / slight beef ŕ¨ŕ§ : word count : 3008
ŕ¨ŕ§ masterlist ŕ¨ŕ§ 10k event | masterlist ŕ¨ŕ§
ᥣđŠ a/n : this was so fun and unhinged i loved being able to create different personalities for the friends and everything LMFAO // oscar's was my favorite one to write i love it...
Ęăťmax verstappen
youâd warned them ahead of time.
âheâs not rude, heâs just⌠quiet. and blunt. but like, in a sweet way. sometimes.â
that did not stop your friends from collectively side-eyeing you like youâd announced your boyfriend was a literal dragon.
âmax verstappen? that max?â
âi just feel like heâd roast me for my driving.â
âdo you think he even knows how to have small talk?â
you rolled your eyes. âheâs literally so normal. youâll see.â
they didnât believe you until thirty minutes into girlsâ night, when max wandered in after his workout, sweat-tousled and comfy in joggers, and waved like he didnât just walk into a room full of skeptical women.
âhi.â he looked between all of them. âyouâre the ones who always send her those weird memes, right?â
cami gasped. âwait⌠you read our group chat?!â
you groaned. âmax!â
âi didnât scroll,â he said, completely unbothered. âi just saw the one where someone said âhe probably dreams in dutch and drs.â that was funny.â
syd choked on her drink. ââŚthat was me.â
max turned to her, expression dead serious. âyouâre not wrong.â
you covered your face. âthis is going horribly.â
âno itâs not,â he said, crossing the room to kiss your forehead like it was nothing. âyour friends are funny. i like them.â
that was the turning point.
thirty minutes later, max was sat between cami and val on the couch, holding one of their iced coffees like it was a fine wine, eyebrows furrowed.
âso youâre telling me,â he said, gesturing at sydâs phone, âthis guy left you on read for four days, but still viewed your story?â
syd nodded. âyup.â
max shook his head. âheâs done. block him.â
âoh my god, you do get it!â she laughed.
âiâm not heartless,â he mumbled, cheeks slightly pink. âpeople just need to stop wasting her time.â
you leaned in from the kitchen. âshould i be worried youâre starting a girl gang without me?â
he grinned. âweâre gonna get jackets made.â
later, as you walked him out so he could head back to the hotel, max laced his fingers through yours and said, âyour friends are cool. i thought theyâd hate me.â
you smiled up at him. âthey thought youâd hate them.â
âthatâs stupid.â
âthey also thought youâd be scary.â
he stopped, leaned in close. âdo i scare you?â
you laughed. âonly when youâre behind me on track in karting.â
he smirked, kissed the tip of your nose, and said, âtell them iâm free next friday. iâll bring snacks.â
Ęăťlewis hamilton
âiâm warning you now,â you said as you opened the front door. âdonât act weird.â
âyouâre dating lewis hamilton,â mariah whispered like youâd just casually admitted to dating royalty.
jess widened her eyes. âdo we call him sir lewis? likeâis that a thing?â
you didnât have time to respond, because lewis walked in holding a box of vegan pastries and a bottle of wine, dressed in cozy neutrals and smelling expensive.
âhi, beautiful,â he said, kissing your cheek like nothing else in the room mattered. then he turned to your friends with a megawatt smile. âyou must be the infamous trio. iâve heard so many stories.â
nina blinked. âfrom her?â
he nodded, handing her the wine. âand i remembered all your names. donât quiz me though. itâs been a long day.â
mariah snorted. âokay, i like him already.â
fifteen minutes in and they were obsessed. not just because he was lewis hamilton, but because he was soft-spoken, asked thoughtful questions, and had the kind of eye contact that made people feel seen.
jess: âso⌠do you ever get nervous before a race?â
lewis: ânot as much now. i get more nervous when sheâs watching.â
mariah: âwhy?â
lewis: smiles âbecause i care what she thinks.â
meanwhile, his hand never left yours. fingers brushing yours under the table. knuckles against your thigh. every now and then heâd look over at you with this quiet little smile, like you were some kind of calming center.
when you got up to grab more ice, you heard nina whisper:
âdude. he hasnât stopped looking at her all night.â
jess added, âhe gave her the softest little smile when she laughed at that dumb joke. i almost cried.â
mariah leaned in. âokay, no, but that man is in love. like, core memory level in love.â
you froze in the kitchen doorway. âheâs right there.â
âwe know.â jess whisper-yelled. âand he doesnât care. heâs a certified loverboy.â
when he finally left, he gave them all warm hugs and said, âthank you for loving her. it means the world.â
and before heading out, he turned to you, cupped your face gently, and murmured, âtext me when youâre home, okay? sleepâs always better when i hear from you.â
when the door clicked shut, mariah flopped on the couch like sheâd run a marathon. âgirl. i canât even be fake salty. heâs so in love with you itâs romantic comedy level ridiculous.â
Ęăťgeorge russell
you knew george was a bit territorial.
not in a scary way â more like the gentleman version of a cat that rubs his head on you to claim ownership. heâd do things like put his hand on your back when someone complimented you. or slide closer when you talked to strangers in the paddock. but this? this was new.
âwait⌠whoâs micah?â george asked as you grabbed your bag.
you blinked. âmicah? my best friend?â
his brow furrowed. âyou said you were going out with friends tonight, not⌠guys.â
you laughed. âbabe, literally every friend iâm seeing tonight is a guy.â
his jaw did a subtle tighten. âright.â
when you got to the rooftop bar, george was civil. polite. british, even.
but the grip on your waist tightened just a bit when luca hugged you. and he didnât laugh when micah said, âgod, youâre so hot when you parallel park.â
george just said, âsheâs hot doing anything,â with the fakest smile youâd ever seen.
you tried not to laugh.
halfway through the night, you leaned over and whispered, âyou good?â
he smiled. âof course. why wouldnât i be?â
you gave him a look.
he exhaled. âyou didnât tell me all your friends were dudes. iâm just trying to⌠assess.â
âassess what?â
âif i need to fight anyone.â
you snorted into your drink.
the turning point came when micah and luca started arguing over whether george clooney or paul mescal was the superior white boy crush.
micah went, âlisten, iâd let paul ruin my life but george is my tax bracket soulmate.â
and luca added, âyouâre forgetting dev patel exists, which is crazy because i would risk it all.â
george blinked.
then turned to you, slowly. âiâm sorry. are they allââ
âgay?â you said, trying not to wheeze. âyes. every single one of them.â
âoh.â he sat back in his chair. âoh.â
you leaned in, grinning. âwere you feeling threatened?â
he cleared his throat. âi was⌠aware.â
âthey all follow you on instagram, george. they send your shirtless pics in the group chat with heart emojis.â
micah shouted across the table, âheâs on my lockscreen!â
george turned red. âiâreally?â
âdonât flatter yourself,â luca deadpanned. âit was a joke. you were standing next to lewis.â
later, on the uber ride home, george had his arm slung around you, looking appropriately sheepish.
âi really thought luca was into you.â
you laughed. âhe literally helped me pick your birthday gift and called you âdelicious.ââ
âi wasnât listening. i was too busy panicking.â
you kissed his cheek. âyouâre lucky youâre pretty.â
he kissed the top of your head. âiâm also lucky your friends are hot and unavailable.â
âmicahâs still flirting with you.â
george shrugged, smug now. âhe has taste.â
Ęăťcarlos sainz
when you told your friends you were bringing carlos to the group dinner, the reaction was immediate.
âwaitâlike carlos sainz?â
âthe spanish one?â
âthe one with the hair?â
âbro. heâs hot but does he talk?â
you laughed. âheâs so normal, guys. youâll see.â
carlos showed up exactly two minutes early with a bottle of wine and a handmade bouquet heâd âaccidentallyâ picked up on the way because he âthought it looked like something you'd like.â
immediate chaos.
âoh, heâs dangerous,â said tiff, already hiding behind her wine glass.
your bestie eli raised an eyebrow. âheâs not allowed to make eye contact with me. iâm weak.â
but then he spoke.
âso,â carlos started, standing there with his hands awkwardly folded in front of him, âwho is in charge of⌠uh⌠the vibes?â
there was a beat of silence. then eruptive laughter.
âyou mean like the playlist?â
âno, i think he meant the vibes.â
âoh my god heâs an actual golden retriever.â
âno, heâs like a very polite tourist.â
you couldnât stop laughing. âcarlos, baby, just sit down.â
to be fair, he tried.
he listened to the conversations, nodded thoughtfully, smiled politely.
but then he pointed to amaraâs glass and said, âyou drink that very fast. is that normal?â
she blinked. ââŚitâs a margarita, carlos.â
âoh. i like tequila. but not margaritas. theyâre⌠too horizontal.â
everyone paused.
âtoo⌠horizontal?â eli echoed.
carlos nodded. âtoo flat. i like drinks that have⌠structure.â
you whispered, âi have no idea what heâs talking about.â
âheâs handsome. let him be strange,â tiff murmured.
but then he helped clean up the dishes without being asked. offered his jacket to eli when they stepped outside. complimented. tiffâs nail color in a way that wasnât creepy, just genuinely curious. when amara made a joke, he laughed even though he clearly didnât get it â just because everyone else was laughing.
by the end of the night, your friends were perched on the couch, dissecting him like an art exhibit.
âheâs awkward. but like⌠warm awkward.â
âlike golden retriever professor awkward.â
âlike if a sexy man had the brain of someone who collects model trains.â
you threw a pillow at them. âheâs just spanish!â
carlos poked his head in from the kitchen. âwho is spanish?â
eli grinned. âyou are.â
carlos blinked. ââŚyes. i know this.â
in the car on the way home, he leaned into you, a little sheepish.
âthey laughed a lot.â
âwith you,â you said quickly. ânot at you.â
ââŚi was strange, wasnât i?â
you kissed his cheek. âyou were perfect.â
Ęăťcharles leclerc
âokay. i need you all to be normal.â
you stood at the kitchen island while your three closest friends â maya, bri, and jade â collectively ignored you in favor of speculating about your boyfriend.
âi just feel like heâs intense,â bri said, sipping her wine.
âheâs monegasque,â jade replied like it explained everything.
maya added, âi bet heâs one of those guys who listens too closely and then says something super personal and makes you cry. in a good way.â
you groaned. âyou guys are insane. heâs literally just charles.â
and then he walked in, hair a little windswept, cheeks pink from the cold, carrying pastries and wine with the proudest smile.
âhello,â he said. âi brought snacks. and the red wine that she said tastes like⌠uh⌠the floor?â
you winced. âi said it tasted earthy.â
he kissed your cheek. âsame thing.â
to your surprise â and theirs â he fit in immediately.
and not just like, polite boyfriend sitting quietly kind of fit in.
like, full-on engaging, bantering, storytelling with hand gestures and wild facial expressions kind of fit in.
âand then,â charles said, wide-eyed, âi realized the bike i had taken was not my bike. it wasâhow do you sayâlocked to someone else's bike. so i am dragging two bikes across monaco like a thief.â
jade was crying. âdid no one stop you?!â
âthey stared! i waved and said, âitâs okay, i am very sorry!â which is not helpful if you look like a criminal.â
bri gasped between laughs. âyouâre unhinged.â
charles shrugged. âit is not my fault all bikes look the same.â
but what really got them wasnât just the stories â it was how he looked at you.
when you got up to get more drinks, his eyes followed you automatically. when you sat back down, he rested a hand on your knee like it grounded him. when you laughed, he smiled like it was the only sound that mattered.
at one point, when you reached for the wine, he gently pulled it back. âdrink water first,â he said softly, like it was second nature. âyou get headaches.â
later that night, when he went to take a call from his brother, your friends immediately rounded on you.
âokay. i get it now,â maya whispered.
âheâs funny,â jade added, stunned. âlike. actually funny. and kind of chaotic?â
âand so in love with you,â bri finished. âlike, if you asked him to move to the moon with you tonight, heâd be like, âyes, let me pack my helmet.ââ
you tried not to blush. âhe is a little awkward sometimes.â
âhe is, but in a hot way,â maya said. âlike⌠emotionally available french cartoon character energy.â
you nearly choked.
Ęăťlando norris
âare you sure heâs ready for this?â you asked as you poured drinks.
your best friend zara smirked. âis he ready, or are you scared weâll like him more than you?â
âboth,â added amina, already plotting.
and then, of course, lando showed up five minutes early with takeout, a mischievous smile, and a hat too big for his own head.
he looked around the room. âso. youâre the ones she keeps texting during our dates.â
âdepends,â zara said. âare you gonna give us something to talk about?â
lando blinked. âthat sounds threatening.â
âgood. youâre learning.â
they clicked immediately.
amina asked about his sim setup. zara grilled him about his spotify playlists. jules challenged him to mario kart and then screamed when he barely won.
and the whole time, lando kept up effortlessly â tossing jokes, throwing fake shade, and flashing you the smuggest grin every time he got a laugh.
âoh, so you think youâre funny now?â you teased.
âi know iâm funny. ask your friends,â he said, sliding closer.
zara leaned in. âhe is. unfortunately.â
at one point, the conversation somehow devolved into an argument about cereal rankings.
âfrosted flakes are top tier,â jules said.
lando gasped. âthatâs so vanilla of you.â
âsorry, mr. i-buy-fancy-cereal-in-monaco,â jules shot back.
amina whispered to you, âi get it now. heâs just one of us in a more expensive hoodie.â
you smiled. âi told you.â
but it wasnât just jokes.
it was the way lando would pause mid-story to rub your back. or how he leaned over to top off your drink without asking. or the moment you yawned and he whispered, âwant me to wrap it up?â against your shoulder.
zara caught it and mouthed heâs obsessed with you across the room.
when he left that night, jules dabbed him up like theyâd been boys for years.
âyouâre alright, norris. for a mclaren driver.â
âiâll pretend that didnât hurt,â lando said dramatically.
zara hugged you and whispered, âhe can stay.â
amina added, âbut only because he beat me at uno.â
later that night, you were scrolling through your phone when lando texted: your friends are chaos and i love them. also, zaraâs playing it cool but sheâs totally a fan. i saw the twinkle. also also. you looked stupid pretty tonight. thanks for sharing your people with me <3
Ęăťoscar piastri
youâd prepped him on the way there.
âtheyâre loud. youâre not. please donât shut down.â
oscar glanced at you from the driverâs seat. âi donât shut down. i just⌠conserve energy.â
you laughed. âwhatever you call it, try not to look like you want to leave the whole time.â
he rolled his eyes, but you caught the faint smile.
the moment you walked in, your best friend dani narrowed her eyes.
âthatâs him?â she mouthed.
you nodded, and she replied with a very slow, hmm.
you sighed.
oscar stood next to you like a polite guest at a wedding, smiling faintly, hands in his pockets.
âyou alright?â you asked, low.
he nodded once. âi just feel like iâm being judged.â
you smiled. âbecause you are.â
to his credit, he tried.
made small talk. laughed (softly) at jokes. asked how everyone knew you. but dani wasnât biting. she stayed suspicious, arms crossed, watching him like she was waiting for a slip-up.
meanwhile, your friend luke â loud, dramatic, and a certified flirt â came up behind you and slung an arm over your shoulder.
âhey, sunshine. you look hot.â
oscarâs eyes did a slow blink.
you didnât catch it â but dani did.
later, while you were grabbing drinks, dani cornered oscar in the hallway.
âso. whatâs your deal?â
he blinked. âmy⌠deal?â
âyou like her?â
oscarâs brows lifted slightly. âvery much.â
âthen why do you keep glaring at luke like you want to run him over with a scooter?â
oscar blinked again. âbecause i do.â
dani paused.
ââŚokay,â she muttered, then turned and walked off â almost smiling.
back in the kitchen, luke was showing you something on his phone when oscar came up behind you and casually slid his hand around your waist.
you leaned into him instinctively.
âhaving fun?â you asked.
he pressed a quick kiss to your temple. âloads.â
luke looked between you two. âoh. so you do like her.â
oscar blinked. âwhy does everyone keep asking me that?â
later that night, when you were saying your goodbyes, dani pulled you aside.
âi still think heâs too quiet,â she said, eyes narrowed. âbut. he passed.â
you grinned. âhe grew on you?â
she shrugged. âhe has some personality. i just think heâs got trust issues.â
you blinked. âbased on what?â
she looked over at oscar â who was very subtly glaring at luke again. ââŚgirl. heâs five seconds from growling.â
in the car, you nudged him.
âhey. be honest. you hate luke, donât you?â
oscar didnât look away from the road. âheâs too friendly.â
you tried not to smile. âyou mean he called me hot.â
âhe also winked.â
âheâs gay, oscar.â
oscar blinked. ââŚis he?â
you burst out laughing. âyou are so bad at this.â
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⥠pairing á¸á¸ gym trainer!changbin x afab!reader genre á¸á¸ angst, fluff, smut á¸á¸ cw á¸á¸Â vanilla , praise kink (if u really really squint), oral (f. rec) , shower sex , there's also a link hidden in the fic c; ⥠synopsis á¸á¸ literally no plot just smut a/n ŕš here's a lil bini fic since someone requested this ! [ 3.2k words ] ⥠masterlist
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another day, another gym session.
except this wasnât just any gym sessionâit was with changbin, your personal trainer, and quite possibly the most attractive man youâd ever met. you first crossed paths a few months ago when you decided it was time to pull yourself out of the post-breakup slump and hit the gym again. changbin had been scanning for potential clients when he noticed you, and from that moment, your fitness journey took an unexpected turn.
from the start, you found him absolutely captivating. his physique was the stuff of admirationâa flawlessly sculpted body that practically exuded strength and confidence. but it wasnât just his physique; his face was just as alluring. full lips, a radiant smile that seemed to light up the roomâit all worked together to make your heart skip a beat.
still, it was more than just his looks that drew you in. changbinâs kindness and patience stood out. he truly understood the challenges you faced, encouraging you every step of the way with unwavering support. and given your single status and lack of intimate company for months, he was the only person who had come to know your body as well as you didâalbeit in a very different way.
but lately, things had begun to shift. each training session seemed to carry a weight that went beyond fitness. the tension between you had been growing steadily, layer by layer. subtle touches lingered a second too long. his warm, tender smiles felt more personal. and the complimentsâsweet, sincere, and unexpectedly intimateâhung in the air like a charged whisper, leaving you wondering where this might lead.
you had just wrapped up a grueling workout and were now easing into your stretches with changbin by your side. todayâs session had been particularly intense, focusing heavily on lifting, and youâd pushed yourself harder than ever. the ache in your muscles was proof of your effort, and you couldnât help but feel a sense of pride. clearly, changbin was proud of you too.
âyou did great today,â he praised, his voice warm and encouraging.
he knelt beside you, helping guide your leg toward your abdomen as you stretched. his touch was firm but careful, his movements precise, yet you could sense the restraint in him. his eyes flicked to your form briefly, but he quickly refocused, clearly trying to remain professional. it wasnât easy, though, considering the snug spandex leggings that clung to every curve of your lower half and the sports bra that, while functional, accentuated your breasts, which were pressed against the fabric with every deep inhale you took.
âthanks,â you replied breathlessly, switching to your other leg. changbin shifted to adjust his position, his pelvis hovering just above your ass as you lay flat on the mat. the closeness of his body, combined with the strength in his arms as he pressed your leg toward your torso, sent a wave of heat surging through you.
it settled deep in your core, and you fought to push the feeling away. determined not to let your thoughts spiral, you turned your head and focused your gaze anywhere but on him, desperately trying to ignore the way his touch and attention was making you feel.
as changbin adjusted his position, his touch lingered just a little longer than necessary. his hands were warm and strong, holding your leg securely as he leaned in to guide your stretch. you could feel the tension in the air thickening, subtle but undeniable. the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the musk of your workout, making your senses hyperaware of his proximity.
ârelax into it,â changbin murmured, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. his breath brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine despite the heat coursing through you.
you exhaled slowly, trying to follow his instruction, but the pressure of his hands and the way his body was aligned with yours made it difficult to focus. as your muscles stretched and lengthened under his guidance, your thoughts began to wander to places they shouldnât.
his hands moved slightly, adjusting the angle of your leg. the contact was innocent enough, yet it sent a spark straight to your core. his thumbs pressed gently into your thigh, massaging the tension there, and you couldnât suppress the faint hum that escaped your lips.
âyou okay?â he asked, his tone low and careful, though there was a hint of something else in itâa slight rasp that betrayed his own composure.
ây-yeah,â you managed to reply, your voice unsteady.
but changbin didnât move away. instead, his gaze flickered down to you, his dark eyes studying your face. âyouâre holding tension here,â he said, his hands sliding down slightly to work at the tight muscles in your hips. the motion was slow, deliberate, and his fingers pressed firmly yet gently, igniting a slow burn deep within you.
your breath hitched, and you couldnât help but glance up at him. his face was so close now, his lips parted slightly as though he was about to say something more. but no words came. instead, the moment seemed to stretch endlessly between you, the space between your bodies almost nonexistent.
you could feel the heat radiating from him, the firmness of his hands, the way his body hovered just above yours. and then, as though caught in some invisible pull, your eyes locked. the air crackled with unspoken desire, and suddenly, all the restraint from earlier seemed to crumble.
changbinâs hands stilled against your body, and you felt his grip tighten slightly, as if grounding himself. his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, and he glanced away for a moment, exhaling deeply. âi-i donât⌠we shouldnâtâŚâ he began, his voice low and uneven, though it lacked conviction.
you reached out instinctively, your fingers brushing lightly against his arm. âitâs okay,â you whispered, your voice soft but steady. you leaned up slightly, your body arching toward him, driven by a pull you could no longer resist. âi donât mind, if you donât.â
and in an instant, you two were in the back of the gym, messily making out inside the employee showers. you had the curtain covering you both as you kissed each other, as well as the water running so nobody could hear the sinful noises of you two claiming each other.
the water was cascading down both of your bodies, getting your workout attire drenched. changbin let out a moan as he pressed you against the tile wall, grinding his length against your thigh.
you eagerly tugged his shirt off, wanting to see more of him.
in the haze of passion, your hands trembled slightly as you pulled changbinâs drenched shirt over his head, tossing it onto the wet floor without a second thought. the sight of his bare torso under the dim, steamy light took your breath awayâevery muscle, every defined line glistening under the cascade of water.
your hands roamed his chest, fingers tracing his abdomen before sliding up to his broad shoulders. his skin was warm beneath your touch, and he shuddered as your nails lightly grazed him.
âgod, youâre so beautiful,â you murmured, your voice breathy and full of awe.
changbinâs lips found yours again, this time more urgent, more fervent. his hands gripped your waist firmly, pulling your soaked body flush against his. you gasped into his mouth as the rough texture of the tile wall contrasted with the heat of his touch. his hips pressed into you, and the friction sent waves of pleasure coursing through your core.
he broke the kiss momentarily, his forehead resting against yours as his hands slid up, fingers brushing over the fabric of your sports bra. âare you sure about this?â he asked, his voice husky but tinged with care.
you cupped his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. âiâve never been more sure,â you whispered, pulling him back into a searing kiss.
his hands moved with purpose, tugging at the hem of your sports bra. you raised your arms, helping him remove it, and the cool air of the shower hit your exposed skin before the warmth of his hands replaced it. his palms cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened peaks, drawing a gasp from your lips.
the steam swirled around you both, cloaking the scene in a veil of intimacy as changbinâs lips left a trail of kisses down your neck and collarbone. the sound of water hitting the tiles mingled with your quiet moans and his deep groans, creating a symphony of passion that seemed to echo in the small space.
your fingers fumbled with the waistband of his shorts, eager to feel more of him. he let out a shaky breath as you pushed them down, your touch exploring the contours of his hips and thighs. you could see the outline of his thick, hard cock through his briefs, and your core ached so intensely you could feel a heartbeat between your legs.
the tension that had built between you for weeks was now unraveling, every kiss, every touch, bringing you closer to a point of no return.
changbinâs hands slid down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he pressed against you. his breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, âyou have no idea how long iâve wanted this.â
you smiled against his lips, your fingers threading through his damp hair. âthen show me,â you whispered, and with that, he captured your mouth again, his fingers curling under your leggings and yanking them down as well as your panties without hesitation.
you blushed, feeling bare and exposed in front of him. it had been a long time since you had been bare before a man, and changbin could sense your anxiety. âyou look fucking gorgeous,â he growled, yanking them off your legs fully before kneeling in front of you and lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. you responded with a tiny gasp, realizing what he was preparing to do. changbin's dark eyes locked with yours as he knelt before you, the water cascading over his sculpted frame. his hands slid up your thighs, strong yet gentle, as if reassuring you of how much he wanted thisâwanted you. the heat of his breath contrasted with the cool tile against your back, and the intensity of his gaze sent shivers down your spine.
âyou donât have to be nervous,â he murmured, his voice low and soothing but laced with hunger. âlet me take care of you.â
before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. the sensation was electric, a mix of tenderness and desire that left you trembling. his lips moved slowly, trailing upward, each kiss stoking the fire coursing through your body.
when his mouth finally reached your core, your breath hitched. his tongue was warm and deliberate, exploring you with a confidence that left no doubt he knew exactly how to drive you wild. your hand flew to his hair, gripping the wet strands as your head fell back against the wall, a soft moan escaping your lips.
he moaned against your cunt, his tongue swirling and flicking over your sensitive flesh with relentless determination. the wet sounds of his mouth on your skin were just barely audible, driving you to new heights of pleasure. he savored every inch of you, the scent and taste that he had craved for so long.
a sharp cry escaped your lips as he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling and lapping at it with fervent desire. his face was buried between your thighs, his breath hot against your skin as he devoured you without restraint. your body arched and quivered under his skilled touch, each wave of pleasure building higher and higher until it consumed you completely.
âbinâŚâ you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.
he growled in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. his grip on your leg tightened as he pulled you closer, his mouth working you with an intensity that made your toes curl. the sensations were overwhelming, the combination of his touch, the warmth of the water, and the way his tongue moved against you unraveling you completely.
your free hand pressed against the tile, trying to steady yourself, but it was no use. the tension building in your core was too much, too fast. âoh my god,â you gasped, your voice breaking as his name tumbled from your lips like a prayer.
changbin glanced up at you briefly, his eyes smoldering with desire as he watched you come undone above him. his lips curved into a small, cocky smile before he doubled down, his tongue and lips moving with a precision that left you breathless.
your body arched involuntarily, the sensations overwhelming as the pleasure built to a crescendo. your grip on his hair tightened, and with one final, broken cry of his name, the tension snapped, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. your legs trembled, and the one leg you were using to keep yourself standing in the shower was barely holding you upright.
as you came down from the high, your chest heaved, and your legs trembled. changbin stood slowly, his hands steadying you as he cupped your face and kissed you deeply, letting you taste the passion youâd just shared.
âyou taste so fucking good,â he whispered against your lips, his voice rough and breathless, as if heâd been just as affected by the moment as you were. you two made out again, lost in the shared taste of each other, until you broke it. âfuck me,â you panted, your voice soft and breathy.
âplease, fuck me.â
changbinâs breath hitched at your words, his hands gripping your hips tighter as if grounding himself. he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes burning with desire yet softened by a hint of hesitation. âyou want it?â he murmured, his voice low and rough, barely audible over the water.
you nodded, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, âplease, changbin.â
something in him shifted, the tension and restraint heâd been holding onto dissolving. his lips captured yours again, this time with a hunger that left no room for doubt. his kiss was fervent, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands roamed your body, every touch igniting a new wave of heat.
with a slow, deliberate motion, he freed his thick, pulsating cock from its confines. it was girthy and heavy, throbbing with an almost painful urgency that sent shivers down your spine. just looking at it made you nervous for what was to come, but also filled you with a primal desire you couldn't deny. the veins along its length were prominent and promising. you could feel the heat radiating off of it, making your own body flush with anticipation.
with a fluid motion, he lifted you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he pressed you against the tiled wall. the water cascaded over both of you, amplifying the intensity of every sensation. you could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against your core, and the anticipation made you gasp.
his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a heated path of kisses as his hands gripped your thighs to steady you. âyouâre so beautiful,â he murmured against your skin, his voice dripping with reverence and need.
âbinâŚâ you whispered, your fingers threading through his wet hair, tugging lightly as your hips rolled against him, seeking more.
he groaned at the friction of his cock grinding between your slick lips, the sound deep and guttural, as he adjusted his position.
one hand slipped between you, and you shivered as his fingers teased your entrance, his touch deliberate and confident. âi need to feel you,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
âthen do it,â you urged, your voice trembling with need. âiâm yours.â
his gaze locked with yours for a fleeting moment, the intensity in his eyes sending a fresh wave of heat through your body. slowly, he entered you, the stretch and fullness drawing a gasp from your lips as your nails dug into his shoulders.
his thick length filled every inch of you as he pushed deeper and deeper. the weight of him pressed against your skin, the sensation almost overwhelming but also intoxicating. his fat cock stretched you to your limits, each movement sending electrifying sensations coursing through your body. you could feel every ridge and vein as he plunged into you, claiming you completely.
âfuck,â he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours as he stilled, giving you a moment to adjust.âyou feel incredible.â he moaned breathlessly, his brows knitted together as he fought the urge to cum right away.
âso do you,â you breathed, pressing a kiss to his lips before rolling your hips against him. the movement sent a shiver through him, and he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, building in intensity.
lost in the moment and completely overtaken by his desire, changbin's grip on your hips tightened as he began to lift you effortlessly, moving your body up and down on his cock with a strength that made you feel weightless. his motions were powerful and unrelenting, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body as if he was claiming every inch of you.
the sounds echoing in the steamy shower were shamelessly eroticâyour bodies colliding with wet, rhythmic slaps, punctuated by the increasingly loud moans spilling from your lips. it was such a stark contrast to the tentative quiet youâd both maintained when you first slipped into the shower, and yet now, the tension between you had unraveled into something raw and untamed.
you couldnât help but glance down at him, the sight alone making your head spin. the way his strong arms supported you, his muscles flexing with each movement, and the determined, almost primal look on his face as he drove into youâit was intoxicating. the intensity of it all made your walls flutter around him involuntarily, earning a deep groan from his lips that only fueled your desire further.
your back arched against the tiles, the sensation overwhelming as waves of pleasure coursed through you.
your body tensed as his cock repeatedly hit your g-spot with relentless force, causing a deep pit to form in your stomach and your clit to pulse uncontrollably. the pleasure was overwhelming, almost bordering on pain, but you couldnât help but crave more of his intense thrusts. after a few more thrusts, you were trembling, your core fluttering with impending release.
âchangbin⌠iâm so close,â you gasped, your voice breaking as the tension in your body built to its peak.
âme too,â he rasped, his lips brushing against yours as his movements grew faster, more erratic.
with one final thrust, the tension snapped, and you cried out his name as the pleasure consumed you, your body trembling in his arms. he followed moments later, his groan vibrating against your neck as he held you tightly, riding the waves of ecstasy together.
the water continued to cascade over you both as you clung to each other, your breaths mingling in the steamy air. changbin pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his voice warm and tender as he whispered, âiâve waited so long for this,â
you smiled, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw as you replied, âso have i.â and as the water continued to fall around you, you knew this was for sure the start of something between you two.

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not what you think

barça x reader what are actually symptoms of a migraine and developing illness are mistaken for a hangover, unfortunately for r. alexia is not happy, and r is too out of it to argue with her punishment. fluff + angst ensue :) cw: mentions of illness, throwing up, etc.
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You felt awful. Sicker than youâd ever felt in your entire life. When your alarm went off, you wanted to unplug your phone from the charger and throw it across the room. There was a match this weekend, though. An important one. With a slew of injuries hitting the team, they needed you more than ever. And you were not about to let them down.Â
This team meant more to you than you could express. They were the first people in your life to show you love, and care. Barça was the first place you felt like you belonged. And, for the first time in your life, you were really truly happy. You hadnât realized, before, that you werenât happy. You thought everyone felt the way you did. And then you arrived in Barcelona, and your entire world was turned upside down simply because, all of a sudden, people cared about you. It was amazing how much that could change in a personâs life.Â
So, no. You werenât going to call out of training because of a little migraine. Even though your migraines always preceded you getting sick, and trying to push through only made them worse. You werenât going to let anyone down.Â
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To anyone looking in on the situation, anyone that didnât know you very well, it would seem obvious that you were hungover. The team had a big win the other day, and a lot of your teammates had gone out to celebrate last night. You didnât join them, of course, being only 17. You knew the rules; you werenât to drink. You were lucky enough they let you live alone, and you werenât willing to risk that privilege.Â
When you walked into the locker room, sunglasses over your eyes, shoulders slumped, face pale, it was almost a deja vu moment. Pina, Cata, Patri, Jana, and a couple others had walked in similarly a few minutes earlier. Your older teammates took one look at you, and instantly came to the conclusion that you were, in fact, hungover.Â
There seemed to be some unspoken communication between your captains, who fixed their glares on you instantly. Not that you noticed. You were too busy trying to drink water, hoping the throbbing pain in your head would lessen before you had to start recovery.Â
That was the thing. It was supposed to be a chill day, just a quick workout to get the blood flowing, and then a lot of stretching. Alexia and Irene had decided, though, that the girls who had come in obviously hungover were to be punished. They knew what they were risking when they went out, and they did it anyway. So, they were sentenced to the regular laps. The girls were already outside getting started when youâd made it to the locker room, so you werenât aware at all that it was occurring.Â
You were confused, then, when Alexia approached you, a hard look on her face. It wasnât how Alexia normally regarded you; it was known your captain had quite a soft spot for you, but the thought that youâd been out drinking was infuriating her, and she wasnât in the mood to be kind.Â
Once you looked up at her, she pulled the sunglasses off your face, throwing them into the cubby behind you with a scoff.Â
âUp. Outside. Laps. You are already behind.â Alexia demanded, rolling her eyes when you squinted up at her in confusion.Â
âWhy?â You asked, voice raspy, which didnât help your case at all.Â
âDo not play dumb. Go.â Alexia said roughly. You stood shakily, and walked out the door without another word.Â
You thought Alexia was angry that you were sick. You hadnât thought it would be like this, at Barça, when you got sick, like it had been at your old club. Where you were expected to train through everything, and if you showed any weakness, you were pushed harder and harder. It appeared that Barça was just as youâd feared; too good to be true.Â
You still didnât want to make anyone angry, so you fell into step with your teammates, who all looked to be in varying states of misery, ignoring the confused looks they sent your way. They at least knew that you hadnât gone out with them the night before. They werenât sure why you looked so ill, or why you were running laps, but their own feelings of sickness were rather distracting, and they continued on without asking any questions.
You didnât know how long you ran for. Alexia had said laps, and she hadnât specified how many, so you supposed you were supposed to run until she said you could stop. The other girls eventually finished their laps, slowly making their way inside to join the rest of the team. You stayed out there, going around and around the field, practically a zombie on your feet. You felt so sick, so bad. You were surprised you hadnât fainted, or thrown up.Â
âNena, enough. You can come in.â A voice called from the doors. You slowed down, practically falling to your knees, before you forced yourself back up. Your whole body was sticky with sweat, and your vision was weird. There was a blinding pain in your head, now, and you just wanted to lay down. You couldnât show weakness, though. If anything, the state you were in only reinforced that message.Â
You stumbled over to Alexia, accepting the arm she wrapped around your shoulders gratefully. She was still angry, though, still stiff against you.Â
âIdiota,â she mumbled. You blinked a few tears away, knowing that crying wouldnât help you at all. You tried not to be surprised that Alexia was acting in this way. It wouldnât help to expect to be treated differently. You didnât deserve it, and you shouldnât have gotten used to it.
 âAre you going to be sick?â She asked after a minute, her voice still all stern and gruff.Â
You took a deep breath. Strong. You had to be strong. âNo.â You said firmly.Â
âGood. Get in the gym, stretch, and catch up.âÂ
Alexia handed you a water bottle and gave you a gentle nudge towards the stretching area. You ignored the eyes of the team on you as you headed there, acting much more steady than you felt. Your hands were shaking, and the bright lights were somehow almost worse than the sun beating down on you had been. You were sweating, but freezing, as you began your stretching, the mumbling voices around you not meeting your ears.Â
It was Jana that came to your rescue, approaching where Alexia was working on arms with Mapi, Irene, Marta, and Frido. It was brave of Jana, considering how angry her captain was with her for the previous night's activities.Â
âAle?â She asked tentatively, wincing when the icy glares of four of her teammates met her. Mapi was smiling of course, a sympathetic look in her eyes.Â
âWhat?â Alexia asked, crossing her arms and raising an intimidating eyebrow at the younger girl.Â
âWhy is nena being punished?âÂ
Alexia looked at Jana like she was crazy. âBecause she went out with you all and is hungover. Which weâll be talking about later. Itâs one thing to be idiots yourselves, but to drag a 17 year old down with you? I am disappointed, Jana.âÂ
Normally, those words would have made the brunetteâs stomach drop. Instead, she was just more confused.Â
âNena didnât go out with us. Weâd never do that, sheâs practically an infant. Sheâs not hungover, I think sheâs sick or something.âÂ
It was almost poetic, how quickly you rushed out of the room after that. Realization was dawning across Alexiaâs face, quickly followed by guilt, and the little group surrounding her was turning towards you just in time to see you bolt out the gym door.Â
âFuck,â Alexia muttered, moving to follow you out the door. She was stopped, though, by Ingrid pulling her back and shaking her head.Â
âAle, she thinks you're mad at her for being sick. Hang back for a bit, Mario and I will go.âÂ
The blonde looked like she wanted to do anything but hang back for a sec. Still, she trusted Ingrid, and what she was saying made sense, so she nodded her head and watched as the Norwegian walked out the gym door, quickly followed by Mariona. Â
They found you in the bathroom, practically collapsed leaning over the toilet, dry heaving as there was simply nothing in your stomach to come up.Â
Ingrid took charge of the situation, turning to Mario. âGet some water, and a couple ice packs. And tell the girls to stay out.Â
Mariona saluted dramatically. âYes maâam.â Ingrid rolled her eyes, walking over to your crumpled form.Â
âHey, nena,â she said softly, stopping in her tracks when you reached a hand back, gesturing for her to not come any closer.Â
âIâm okay, just need a sec,â you mumbled, before you tilted sideways, almost going headfirst into the wall. Ingrid moved fast, though, grabbing your shoulders and sitting down next to you.Â
âEasy, honey,â Ingrid soothed, leaning you up against the wall and taking a closer look at your face. âWhat are your symptoms?âÂ
âNo, Iâm okay. Just help me up, I can finish training.â You insisted, although you made no move to stand up.Â
Ingrid rolled her eyes. âNo, tell me what youâre feeling please.âÂ
You sniffed pitifully. âMigraine.âÂ
The Norwegian sighed roughly. âLetâs get you home, yes?â
You pulled away from her, then, stumbling to your feet. âNo, I can finish training. Ale is already mad at me for being sick, I donât want to make it worse, let me finish training please.â
âNo-â Ingrid began, before she was cut off by the frantic sound of the door opening. Mario had returned with some water for you, and Alexia had clearly lost her patience waiting, and followed her in.Â
âPequeĂąa, I am not mad that you are sick, I am so sorry. I thought you went out with the girls and were hungover,âÂ
You were swaying unsteadily on your feet, all three girls watching you very carefully. âYou arenât mad Iâm sick?âÂ
âNo, of course not, nena,â Alexia replied, watching as your expression transformed from guarded and determined, to one that was terribly upset and tearful. You leaned, just barely, in Alexiaâs direction, and she took her opportunity to wrap you up in a tight hug. It didnât take long for her to realize you were crying into her shirt and she was sure sheâd never felt more guilty in her whole life.Â
âI donât feel good,â you murmured pathetically.Â
âI know, nena, I know.â Alexia whispered, frowning at the fever that was very clearly radiating off of you. âCome on, Iâm taking you home.â She nodded meaningfully at Mario and Ingrid, who left the bathroom to grab your bag from the locker room.Â
Alexia really only realized just how sick you felt when you nodded, resigned, and put up no fight when the older woman picked you up.Â
You were practically limp in her arms as she carried you out of the room, eyes falling shut as you rested your head against her chest. You were clearly quite uncomfortable, eyebrows furrowed with pain, and Alexia decided to just take you right to her car; sheâd worry about both of your bags later.
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You were pretty out of it all the way home. So out of it, in fact,that you didnât realize you werenât being taken to your home until Alexia was carrying through the front door of her house.Â
âOlgui, ven aquĂ,â she called. The blondeâs girlfriend appeared, the smile on her face disappearing at the sight of you. Alexia very carefully laid you down, allowing you to flop onto the couch. You were a little more aware now, aware enough to squirm uncomfortably when you realized you werenât at home.Â
âAle,â you complained, the room being much too bright for you. You rolled into the cushions of the couch, hiding your face under a pillow.Â
âWhat did you do to pequeĂąa?â Olga wondered, moving closer when Alexia looked at her rather helplessly.Â
âI made her run laps and sheâs sick,â Alexia admitted. Olga smacked Alexiaâs arm lightly, and the blonde rubbed it even though it hadnât hurt. âI thought she was hungover!âÂ
âItâs hot out, Ale,â Olga scolded. âWhatâs wrong with her?âÂ
âShe said itâs a migraine,â Alexia murmured, avoiding her girlfriendâs eyes as Olga glared at her. It was obvious that Alexia hadnât really thought through bringing you home. She wasnât good at taking care of sick people, and she knew it. Her worry had been in overdrive, though, and all she could think about was getting you somewhere safe and comfortable. Thank god for her girlfriend, who took charge right away, crouching down next to you and carefully pulling the pillow away from your face. You groaned in complaint, and Olga smiled sympathetically.Â
âHey, nena, can I feel your forehead?âÂ
âOkay.â You replied, sighing slightly at the feeling of the brunetteâs cool hand on your warm skin.Â
Olgaâs eyebrows pinched with concern. âYouâre really warm, did you take anything this morning?âÂ
âNo.â You mumbled, pulling the pillow back over your face when Olga retracted her hand. At this, the brunette turned to her increasingly panicked girlfriend, listing off a series of instructions and things to bring to you. When she was done talking, Alexia ran off to the medicine cabinet, and Olga pulled you into a sitting position, insistently handing you water.Â
You let the two women hover over you, making you take a fever reducer, put a cool washcloth on your head, and drink an obscene amount of water. When they were satisfied with that, and you seemed to be on the verge of smacking the next hand that came towards your face, Alexia decided to bring you into the extra bedroom, and let you rest.Â
You flopped right out of her arms onto the bed, and Alexia softly reminded you to shout if you needed anything, before leaving the room. You almost instantly drifted off to sleep, not sure what time it was, but relatively comforted by the knowledge that Alexia would probably come check on you soon.Â
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You slept right through dinner, and though Alexia wanted to wake you up to eat something, Olga advised her to let you sleep the migraine off. So at 10, when you still hadnât woken, she refilled your water, left a snack on the nightstand, and headed to bed herself.Â
The blonde had been sitting in bed, staring off into the distance for at least 45 minutes, before Olga got tired of waiting for her girlfriend to talk about whatever was clearly bothering her.
Olga put her phone down, and turned to Alexia, getting her attention. âAmor, what are you thinking?â Olga asked quietly, bringing a hand up to the nape of her girlfriendâs neck and scratching lightly. Alexia was deep in thought, though she relaxed a bit when Olga spoke.Â
âThank you for helping her.â Alexia murmured.Â
âOf course.â Olga said easily. She paused for a moment, studying the blonde next to her that looked, shockingly and inexplicably, close to tears. âWhatâs bothering you?âÂ
Alexia just shrugged, but gave in when Olga gave her a familiar look, one that told her to start talking.Â
âYou⌠you will be a good mother one day.â Alexia mumbled, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.Â
âThank you?â Olga said, blinking at her girlfriend, rather confused.Â
âI do not think that I will be.â The blonde admitted.Â
Olga softened, leaning closer into her girlfriend. âWhy do you think that, amor?âÂ
âI was completely useless earlier. I hurt her feelings, and then I didnât know how to make her feel better. Sheâs 17, and I couldnât do it. What would I do with a baby? Iâd just mess it all up.â Alexia cried miserably, bringing a hand to her face to wipe harshly at her eyes.
Olgaâs hand caught hers, the brunette using her sleeve to wipe the blondeâs face much more gently. âThatâs what youâre upset about? That you didnât know how to help pequeĂąa?âÂ
âWhen I used to get sick, Mami always knew what to do and how to help. It came so naturally to her, and it comes s0 naturally to you. It is not like that for me.âÂ
Before Olga could respond, your voice called out from the extra bedroom.Â
âAle?â you yelled hoarsely, and it was obvious that you were crying.Â
Alexia was out of bed like a bullet, sprinting down the hall into the guest room where you were.Â
âNena? What is it?â She asked, hovering over you uncertainty. You were laying on your back, eyes squeezed shut, tears running down your cheeks.Â
âIt really hurts,â you sobbed.
 Alexia sighed shakily, sitting on the edge of the bed. âYour head?â
 âYeah.â You replied.
âI am so sorry, pequeĂąa. What can I do?âÂ
âI donât know.â You whimpered, in too much pain to really be embarrassed about how pathetic you were acting. You were desperate for something, anything to make it stop hurting. Alexia could tell you were beginning to panic, the pain in your head becoming overwhelming.Â
âNena, look at me.â She instructed. You blinked your eyes open, doing as she asked. âDo you need to go to the hospital?âÂ
âNo, this is how my migraines always feel,â you told her. Alexia nodded, filing this information away for later.Â
âOkay. Take a few deep breaths for me, yes?âÂ
Again, you blindly followed her instructions, breathing in through your nose, and out through your mouth. After a few breaths, you opened your eyes again, and looked to your captain for further guidance.Â
âHow long do your migraines normally last?âÂ
You thought for a moment. âNot longer than a day.âÂ
âI think if you go back to sleep, youâll feel better when you wake up then, right?â She clarified, trying to look at this logically when she knew you could not.Â
âYeah, probably.â You mumbled back, trying to relax yourself back into the bed.Â
âGood. How can I make you more comfortable?â Alexia asked softly, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.Â
You were quiet for a moment, looking cautiously at Alexia before you shook your head minutely. âI donât know.âÂ
The blonde studied you for a moment. âYes you do. Tell me.âÂ
âItâs stupid.â You argued back, refusing to make eye contact with her.Â
âTell. Me.â Alexia insisted, poking you twice in the stomach. You jerked away, giving her a dirty look.Â
âCan you stay in here with me until I fall asleep?â You asked finally, because the thought of being alone right now was overwhelmingly horrible.Â
Alexia softened. âOf course, nena. Thatâs not stupid.â She slid into the bed with you, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulder, encouraging you to snuggle up to her.Â
âIt is stupid, Iâm not a child, I'm an adult.â You grumbled, but you went practically limp against Alexia when she began to rub your back soothingly.Â
âYou might not be a child, but youâre still a kid. And needing someone to take care of you isnât stupid.â Alexia insisted.Â
âOkay.â You muttered, already half asleep. Alexia smiled to herself, glad that she could do one thing right, at least. It was only a few more minutes before you were properly passed out on top of your captain. Alexia settled in too, her eyes just beginning to slide shut when Olga gently pushed the door open, a completely adoring expression on her face at the sight in front of her.Â
âNo maternal instincts, huh?â She teased, moving to the other side of the bed to kiss her girlfriend goodnight.Â
âShut up.â Alexia replied gruffly, though it was impossible to miss the protective look on her face when she pulled you in closer, or the shy blush that lit up her cheeks when she looked back at Olga.Â
âGoodnight, mi amor.â Olga whispered. Alexia returned the sentiment, watching Olga leave the room, her thoughts completely overrun with images of her and Olga, and their future.Â
What was another kid to the one they already apparently had?
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soft but confused alexia :,)
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deal - cl16 (39/?)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader
Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that itâs his apartment.
Chapter Summary: Addicted is the only word to describe Charles.
Warnings:Â 18+ (mentions of sex, male masturbation, cunniligus, breeding kink and choking (if you squint)), angst and fluff
Word Count: 3.8k
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A/N: tbh, I'd be on my knees for this Charles in a heartbeat. feedback is appreciated!
Your fingertips on Charles' naked thigh make his brain short-circuit.Â
Your unexpected, gentle touch shoots like lightning through his skin like lightning and then through his veins until the heat spreads throughout his body and his muscles are on fire. His heart is beating so hard that he fears it will break his bones and jump out of his chest. He can hear the blood pounding in his ears, goosebumps are spreading across his skin â but when he looks at you, he can no longer think clearly.
He never would have expected you to be so close again. He could never have dreamt of it.
After the night before yesterday, he no longer believed that he would be able to feel your touch again.
The memory of you fleeing from the bed is as deeply ingrained in his thoughts as your touch and your expression when you came on his thigh.Â
He had to hold back the whole evening the day before. To be honest, he had struggled with himself and forced himself to behave normally, even though all he could think about was you sitting on his lap and him rubbing you over his bulge until his damn phone rang. And even though he jerked off in the shower after his workout, it definitely wasn't enough to satisfy his craving for you. His hand is not you â and by God, he's addicted to your touch.
When you touched his hand in the car on the way to dinner with his family and played with his fingers as if it were the most natural thing in the world, it had taken him an incredible amount of strength and willpower to keep the car in the lane and not to pull over to the nearest lay-by or parking lot and rearrange your guts.Â
He is extremely embarrassed by how much like a horny teenager he acts as soon as you are around.Â
Since you first shared a bed and you unconsciously pressed against him in your sleep, he can no longer get the feeling of your body against his out of his head. The way you snuggled up against him, how your curves perfectly matched his. And you still had your pajamas on then.Â
He feels very ashamed of how good you felt when you lay in his arms and cried. How soft your skin was on his, how warm you were â how perfect. He would have liked to give himself a slap or two because your dilemma had been so profitable for him personally. That he could hold you and protect you. That he could feel you.Â
And your touch hasn't stopped since. Your fingertips on his bare shoulder, your palm on his stubbled cheek when he told you he was jealous of Lando and your friendship, even though that was never entirely true, of course. Your legs between his, your hand on his chest and your lips on his neck as you poured your hearts out at dawn and purple skies.Â
But even though he is addicted to your closeness and the feeling you evoke in him like a drug addict, it's not as if he actively or consciously sought your touch. Like two magnets, you hadn't been able to separate after the night, whether it was at breakfast or when you were in his embrace when he told you how good your touch felt and that you shouldn't stop.Â
And as if his prayers had been answered â you definitely hadn't stopped. You had intertwined your fingers, felt his heartbeat under your hand. And for a moment he had enjoyed it and let himself be carried away.Â
His hands on your hips, his palms on your cheeks and his nose on yours. None of his touches had been conscious, but the result of his desire, which he suppressed so as not to jeopardize your friendship. How can a simple touch make his cock so painfully hard that he has to arrange his erection in his pants so that it is not visible to everyone?
He can't even imagine what would have happened if Pierre and Kika hadn't entered your apartment without getting a raging boner.
It would definitely be smarter if he at least made a reasonable effort to stay away from you a little and not look for your touch every second. But even when you were sitting in the car with Kika and Pierre, he had longed for you. And it had taken about three turns in Pierre's SUV before he had reached out for you and wrapped his long fingers around a calf. Thank heavens you even held out your leg so that he could grab it better.Â
From that moment on, he became more shameless around you, even though he cringed inwardly every time. For example, when you were standing in front of the bed in the furniture store and he whispered to you that you should lie down on the bed so that he could see what you looked like in it before he bought it. And that he insists that you continue to share the bed. Of course, only under the pretext that you can sleep better if you fall asleep snuggled up together.
He didn't hesitate for a moment to lift you off the couch and onto Jori's terrace, only to lie down on it himself so that he could then pull you onto him with your full weight. He had seen the insecurity in your face, the way you shifted from one foot to the other, but he had also seen a sparkle in your eyes â desire perhaps? â and nothing in this world could have stopped him from feeling your weight on him.Â
You felt perfect on top of him when he wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against him so hard that there was a chance you might leave an imprint of your head on his chest if you ever got up again. His lips found their place on the crown of your head and his hand found your bare skin under your shirt as you snuggled up to him and giggled that he was very comfortable despite his muscles.Â
What went through his mind when he offered you that he could lie on top of you, he doesn't know himself. But something about being able to burn all the things that have caused him so much pain in the last few weeks had made him brave and maybe a little crazy. His hand in your hair, the other under your sweater on your spine. His lips on your nose and forehead.Â
Then let's stay here. On this couch. It's not as comfortable as our bed, but at least I'll have you lying on top of me.
Charles fears he is losing his mind.Â
He lost his mind when he asked you if you would snuggle with him and his heart skipped a beat when you assured him that friends can snuggle too. When he put your leg over his hip. When you pressed your face against his neck and inhaled his scent. He had to move your leg down onto his legs, otherwise you would have felt his hard-on. And all because you touched his neck.Â
He didn't even know how sensitive his muscular neck was until you brushed your lips over the soft skin there. And as if there was a switch in his body, blood shoots to his cock every time you come anywhere near his neck. As if his body were programmed to react to your gentle touch. Just as his heart reacts to your closeness.Â
He couldn't wait to introduce you to his family. The fact that his maman had already taken you into her heart had only encouraged him more to keep you close to him â in whatever way. Be it as a friend, as it was unspokenly agreed, or as more â as his family now saw you.Â
Another crucial point that made him more bold. Because if you didn't want to address the matter and clarify it, then surely you have no problem with him leaning far out of the window and demanding your closeness?Â
Are you a good girl, mon amour?Â
He is so happy that you get along so well with his family and that they have apparently adopted you outright. The way they have taken you into their midst â even if it meant that he had to sit on that damn stool all evening. But every time he looked at your beaming face, it was worth the back pain.Â
He would do anything to see you happy. And he definitely wasn't lying when he told his mom that you're âthe absolute best thing that could have happened to him.âÂ
He has never felt so good or so loved by anyone else, even if you only consider him your best friend. This is a fact that he tries to ignore, but it is repeatedly brought to his attention whether he likes it or not.Â
Every time he looks at you, he hears Joris voice in his head, whispering best friend to him, along with the question of whether he loves you, which he has left unanswered. He can't answer the question, he doesn't want to answer the question, because if he were to answer it in the affirmative, then â then âÂ
Your hands on his naked back, your ass on the back of his thighs, your palms on his chest.Â
If you only see him as your best friend, how come you looked so indescribably divine when you came on his leg? Why do you assure him that nothing changes when he touches you intimately, when his whole world is shaken by the way you cling to him and moan when he runs his tongue along your neck?
He would have liked to throw you on your back and rip your shirt open to get to your naked skin faster. He would have sucked, licked, bitten, if you had let him. He would have pushed his face between your thighs and tasted you on his tongue until you came for him several times, burying your hands in his dark hair and moaning his name.Â
But you weren't ready yet. And he definitely wasn't going to risk everything.Â
Look at me, mon amour. Look at me when you come for me.Â
Even if he suffered a severe concussion in the next race, he would never be able to forget the look on your face. What his hand looked like on your throat. How your ass felt in his hand.Â
How you left the bed because you felt uncomfortable because of him.Â
He doesn't know where it all went wrong. One moment you were moaning his name, his fingertips had felt the curve of your boobs and you had snuggled up to him â and then you were gone, unreachable and distant. He didn't buy the excuse that you weren't tired for a second. But why would you leave him?
Had he crossed a line? Did you feel pushed when he rocked you back and forth on his thigh to make you feel pleasure? What happened in the few minutes you were lying in bed cuddling that you found his closeness so unbearable that you had to flee the bed?
Was he too forward? Too â too non-platonic, that he frightened you with his behavior? Did you feel so uncomfortable about his touch, his comments, that you saw no other way out than to create an insurmountable physical distance that unconsciously shattered his heart?
He had sworn to himself that he would do everything to maintain this friendship. And if that meant giving you this space, not touching you anymore, not calling you mon amour, then he would do so without hesitation, even if it hurt him more than he would ever admit.Â
Calling you mon ami felt strange and forced. Your cheek burned on his palm as he touched you one last time. A selfish move he couldn't suppress, that he had to claim for himself before moving away from you so that you wouldn't give up on this friendship.Â
The night on the couch had been hell â and not just because the cushion was uncomfortable. Charles had barely been able to get any sleep because his thoughts revolved only around you, the look in your eyes and the tears that had rolled down your cheeks.
He would keep his distance, as little as possible and as much as necessary, so that you would continue to tolerate him around you. He would do anything to save this friendship, even if it meant swallowing his feelings.Â
He didn't know what was happening to him when you brought him breakfast the next morning. Apparently, the night on the couch had been the right direction, the first right step to keep you around, which is why he invited you to his boat as a makeshift solution â under the pretext of having to take photos for his Instagram profile â but had forwarded the tickets he had booked for the two of you to Pierre so that they would at least not expire.Â
There would be time to visit Paris during Christmas. Hopefully.Â
The day on the boat went much better than he had imagined. Although he held back and didn't touch you under any circumstances, you had been as close emotionally as friends could be, which was certainly due in part to the alcohol. Or maybe it was his honesty when he called to you over the roar of the ocean that he was afraid that things between you would never be the same again. That he would lose you.Â
And you looked so beautiful lying next to him on the sun bed. So carefree, as if nothing had ever happened between you. As if you had never been anything but friends. And when you assured him that you would like to work with him, he would have liked to kiss you until there was no air left in his lungs.Â
You would work with him. Spend time with him â voluntarily. You would travel the world with him, see the most beautiful places and get to know different cultures â with him. And maybe, just maybe, you would fall in love with him at some point during your journey together, give yourself to him, just like you did once before.
An imagination he clung to as he touched himself in the shower a short time later. How your lips would feel on his. Your mouth on his cock, your tongue on the soft underside of his dick.Â
He imagined you lying on the bed in front of him â his new bed â face down, ass up, while he slowly and deeply pushed into you, knocking you over the edge. How your skin would feel, naked and warm as he filled you up with his load, how it would run sticky and hot down your thighs, only for him to catch it with the tip of his tongue and lap it up and stuff it back inside you until you were crying with pleasure and overstimulation.Â
He sincerely hopes that the walls of the boat were thick enough.Â
What he had hoped for, but couldn't have imagined, was the moment when you smiled at him the next morning. After he had confessed to you, without thinking about what boundaries he would cross or what ocean he would cross, that he couldn't be without you anymore â and you had replied that you couldn't live without him either.Â
Another step in the right direction.Â
Another step when his mother told you that she had prepared your bed â singular â for you â and you didn't instinctively refuse to share the room with him. You could have gone home, you could have asked Charles to sleep on the couch or to get another room.Â
But even when he looked at you and promised you that he would do everything in his power to fix this friendship and to keep you from turning away from him completely, you didn't push him away. He had laid his heart open to you as much as he could without having to answer in the affirmative to that lingering question.Â
You are the first thing he thinks about in the morning. You are the person he looks forward to seeing most when he comes home.Â
And even when he revealed to you that he couldn't stop thinking about how you feel, you didn't back down. When he confessed to you that you may be his best friend, but you're also so much more and that he craves you.Â
You didn't leave.Â
Quite the opposite.Â
The thought that he carried around with him for a whole day, that you feel uncomfortable around him, that the distance between you is the right thing, is swept away with just one touch. Erased. Non-existent.Â
He wants to kiss you, feel your skin against his, claim you for himself. But all he can do is stare at your hand lying on his. He doesn't even feel the tears of joy rolling down his cheeks. All he feels is your hand on his.Â
He can't answer the question Joris asked him with words, without risking losing his heart to you forever, but the Monegasque can squeeze your hand. Twice.Â
Your fingertips on Charles' thigh make his brain short-circuit, as your hand squeezes his.Â
Twice.
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vivrant thing (jwy) | four.

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âSUMMARY: after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual.Â
âPAIRING:Â jung wooyoung x f. reader
âGENRE: (18+ - minors dni)Â bestfriendâs brother au | fluff, angst, smut
âWORD COUNT: 6.2k
âCHAPTER CONTENT / WARNINGS: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, angst angst angst, accusations are being thrown, jiwoo is mean, wooyoung is angry, hongjoong tryna play peacemaker, oc is sad, crying, its kinda a mess??, some insecurities coming to surface, mentions of past relationships and wooyoung's fuckboy history

One thing you also don't expect at Jiwoo's family lunch is how incredibly tense and awkward you and Wooyoung are. Maybe you need to wake up a little more and sit with your reality, but you surely hate the feeling it brings. It's almost obvious how you both freeze at the sight of each other, the both of you trying your hardest to keep it together but avoid eye contact.
Wooyoung's first mistake was keeping you [somewhat] at a distance after the party. Truthfully, he was scared as he sorted through his thoughtsâ not really sure how to make sense of any of it. Even though, he knew deep down that he did have newfound feelings for you and it wasn't something he could ignore. It wasn't like anything he's felt before, and he knew it'd only grow despite him trying to push it aside to buy him more time.
Wooyoung's second mistake was leaving you that morning without saying much afterwards. Leaving you and him in limbo. Though, this was the one core moment when he could honestly and truthfully say his feelings grew for you. He was locked in, and there was no going back. He should've told you right then and there instead of making you feel like one of them.
One of his hookups, his tap-n-dash's, his toot-it-n-boot-it's.Â
You were not that. He meant every word he said to you that night, and he should've fucking told you. Now, he's stuck with not knowing how to do it after some time has passed.
âFLASHBACK
Wooyoung's eyes flutter open to the sun beaming into your studio, causing him to squint and shift a bit in his position. He tries not move too much when he realizes your back is pressed against him, and he's got an arm around you. Luckily, the movements don't wake you and Wooyoung can't help but smile to himself at how tired you seem to be. He snuggles against you for a few more minutes, giving you tiny kisses on your shoulder, the back of your head. His hand gives your side a soft squeeze, and he finds that this is how he'd like to wake up every morning.
With you, in particular.
But as equally as the thought is exciting, it is also frightening. Because every moment seems to make this more and more real and he's not sure how to act. So, he freezes. Those 'few more minutes' are suddenly over, and he's slipping himself out of your bed gently. He needs time to figure out what to say and how to say it without sounding like an idiot. He slips into his clothes and finds a stack of post-its nearby, scribbling a quick note to leave on your nighstand to at least let you know he's thinking about you. He is, he truly is. He doesn't wanna rip himself off you, but he has to cause he needs timeâ
morning cute stuff! text me when you wake up. had to run off cause im shy and don't want you to see my morning face lol jk need to meet up with san for a workout. talk to you later! hope you slept well :)
Which, isn't entirely a lie. He does need to meet San for a workout, it's just hours later.
He darts out anyway, giving your door one last look before he heads to his car and begins his journey home. When you wake about 15 minutes after he leaves, your heart drops when you realize Wooyoung isn't behind you anymore. You were giving him the benefit of the doubt, thinking he might be locked away in the bathroom.
But, nothing.
His clothes are gone.
Wooyoung is gone.
And although the note leaves a small smile on your face, you can't ignore the way your chest tightens knowing he left in somewhat of a hurry; at least, before you could wake up. Was it because this was always how Wooyoung was? Did he really mean everything he said last night?
Or were you just like them?
The thoughts don't make it any easier on you, and you've swallowed the lump in your throat in an attempt to push the tears back. You can't help but feel hurt despite knowing how Wooyoung was. You weren't any different, and you shouldn't have relied on that. You shouldn't have gotten so comfortable, you shouldn't have opened up to him the way you did.
You were a favor to Wooyoung, nothing more, nothing less.
jiwoo: goodmorning to my baby!!!
jiwoo: sorry i didnt text you last night after dinner, we can catch up later!
jiwoo: come with me to my family lunch tomorrow? we can have a girls day after since i feel like its been so long
jiwoo: we can get our nails done and go shopping then just cry over our favorite movies!!
Then, the reality hits you even more. You're gonna have to tell Jiwoo what happened because even if you try to hide it, you're terrible at lying and Jiwoo will catch on eventually. She'll know something has changed, she'll know something has hurt you.
And you're not ready to tell her it's her own brother.
you: okay đ i'm down for lunch and a girls day tomorrow. i need it.
jiwoo: okay, yay! đ me too!! i'll pick you up around 11:30 tomorrow.
you: sounds good.
âEND
"The most important people have arrived! Sorry to worry you guys. It was kinda traffic." Jiwoo says, greeting her family and San.
"No one asked." Wooyoung glares at her before making a face while she hugs him tightly. "Get off." He whines when she doesn't pry her arms around her brother right away, making her giggle mischievously. When she finally lets go and moves onto San, Wooyoung shifts his attention to you.
"Hey Y/N." He says with a pursed smile, bringing you in for a one-armed hug that feels forced and too stiff.
"Hi." You softly respond, avoiding all eye contact. It sucks, it sucks, it sucks. You didn't end up texting him that morning. As much as you wanted to, you didn't wanna look sad and desperate even though you longed for Wooyoung's company. You spent time with your grandpa to get your mind off of it, but it was difficult. He didn't take the chance to text you either, so that told you more than you needed to know.
Sometimes silence can be the most deafening.
You scurry along to say hello to San before greeting their parents, back to hiding behind Jiwoo as you all wait to be seated.
"Where's Hongjoong?"
"Not here because it's a girls day after this." Jiwoo links her arm with yours as she follows her parents into the restaurant when they're called, Wooyoung and San following behind.
"Girls day? What are you ladies doing afterwards?" Their father asks as all of you settle at a round table. You fall in between Wooyoung and Jiwoo, of course, and you almost wanna tell his sister to switch just for your own sake.
But, you don't. You suck it up.Â
You sit. He sits.
It's quiet.
Wooyoung grabs chopsticks from the center container and passes them out to his parents, San, then you and Jiwoo. He doesn't really say anything else, he can't really look at you just like you can't with him.
And all of this is so awkward for no reason.
Well, there are reasons, but it doesn't have to be this way and Wooyoung is constantly calling himself dumb for creating this divide, this distance. For making you feel this way. All he wants to do is hug you, kiss you a few times, hold your hand. Be all cute with you.
He's an idiot.
"Gonna get our nails done and go shop."
"I'm surprised Yeosang didn't come." Wooyoung pauses as he's skimming through the dim sum menu, hoping you don't catch the way his jaw slightly clenches. How he almost rolls his eyes at the sound of his name. He doesn't have a reason to dislike Yeosang at all, but he finds himself getting irked knowing that Yeosang has feelings for you. He shouldn't, though. He can't claim you like that, especially if he's being dumb and not knowing how to be upfront about his feelings properly.
"Oh, no. That probably won't happen for awhile." Jiwoo says.
"Aw, why not? Is he just busy nowadays?"
"Busy sulking." Jiwoo mutters playfully. "Didn't snag the girl of his dreams." She teases you and you roll your eyes.
"Stop that."
"He'll live." Wooyoung adds nonchalantly while him and San check off items on the list, and Jiwoo doesn't even bat an eye at the comment.
"What happened?" San whispers to Wooyoung and he furrows his brows at him. "Did Yeosang ask Y/N out or something?" But before Wooyoung can respond, his mom cuts in with the same questionâ
"Aw, no! Did he ask you out?" At this point, the waitress brings water and a kettle full of hot barley tea.
"Yeah, but we just decided to stay friends." You look at her so innocently Wooyoung can't fucking take it. Jesus Christ. Kinda reminds him of the other night.
"We, more like you." Jiwoo teases and you glare at her.
"Well, she was honest and I'm sure he appreciated it." Their father chimes in. "You don't ever wanna force anything, that's the number one rule."Â
"If he truly values you and respects you as one of his good friends, he'll understand and won't treat you differently from before." Their mom adds.Â
"That'll be awkward for them." San says lowly to Wooyoung just as he hands the checklist off to the waitress in passing.
"He's a grown ass man, he'll get over it. You win some, you lose some." San furrows his brows at Wooyoung's reaction. He truly can't help but notice that his bestfriend has been on edge ever since you and Jiwoo came. He's not sure he's ever seen Wooyoung so awkward and.. weird. And he knows you're pretty shy, but you're also acting very weird and.. avoidant?
"I guess so." Is all San says.
"Is there someone else?" Wooyoung almost chokes on his water. The heat instantly rises to your cheeks and you feel somewhat suffocated from the question alone. "Jesus, Wooyoung. I told you to drink slowly." Their mom adds.Â
"Mother chismosa. All up in her business." Jiwoo laughs at Wooyoung's response.
"I'm just wondering! She's like my baby, too." She furrows her brows at her son before returning to you with a smile on her face.Â
"Oh, um. No. There's no one else." You pause, missing the way Wooyoung is looking at you through his peripherals. "Just thought we're better off that way."
"I see. Well, you know Y/N, the right person will come in time. Don't rush it."
"Sometimes, I wish Wooyoung could find a nice girl like you." His dad chimes in. "He is a pain in the ass, though."
"I'm sorry, I'm confused. Did we gather around over some dim sum just to get on my ass? Did I miss the agenda?" Jiwoo and San snicker.
"Stop it, you're making him embarrassed." Their mom shifts her attention back to you. "Y/N, anyway. How's Papa been?" Jiwoo pours you more tea to drink.
"He's been okay. I spent the day with him yesterday. He hasn't been feeling the greatest, though."
"Oh? Is he sick?" You shrug.
"He seemed to be fine yesterday. He just says he's more tired lately, been feeling this on-and-off dull pain in his lower back. I told him we should go to the hospital, but he doesn't think it's a big deal. He thinks he just needs to keep exercising and stretching properly."
"I see. Otherwise he's been okay?"
"Mhm." You give their parents a small, toothless smile, tugging your turtleneck sweater up when you feel everyone's eyes on you for a second. "He's the same." Underneath the material are the little marks Wooyoung left, and they've barely started to fade away.
"That's good to hear. Please bring him by soon, we'd love to see him again." You nod.
"Girl, aren't you hot wearing that turtleneck?" Jiwoo tugs on the material and you kinda shimmy away from her grip.
"No, I'm okay."
"Is it just me then? Am I getting hot flashes already?" Her mom clicks her teeth and tells her to stop being so dramatic. At this point, the food is rolled in and placed on the table like a game of tetris. Everyone automatically digs in, passing food along until everyone's satisfied with their first serving. Usually by now, Wooyoung has at least teased you one way or another, cracked a joke or poked fun at you. That's how he typically is with you. Today, you're seeing a very different side of him, and you're not sure what you did wrong.
When you finish your food, you try to reach over for another piece of dimsum but it's a little further out than expected. Suddenly, Wooyoung grabs a few pieces and places it on your plateâ still not making any eye contact with you.
He's so confusing.
You're not sure if you want it to be like this.
You quickly decide that you don't. You don't want to be this way with someone, you don't want someone to ever be unsure of you. You don't want someone to make you feel the slightest bit of doubt. Which, is crazy to think about. Because Yeosang could've been that person, but you were too busy wanting Wooyoung. You were too busy having feelings for Wooyoung, and even though you still feel guilty about the whole thing with Yeo, there was no way you could've forced yourself to feel a certain way.
Wishful thinking, perhaps?
At least, now you know, and you'll never allow yourself to do that shit ever again.
You continue to eat and engage in small conversation with Jiwoo and her parents, Wooyoung and San mostly in their own world together off to the side. He was seemed to be fine with San, and you don't know if you made it worse for you. You tried to push it to the back of your head, trying to tell yourself that you shouldn't feel this way. That you didn't need to be so hung up over Wooyoung. That you didn't do anything wrong.
Still hurts, though. You wonder if he'll ever talk to you again or bring it up.
When lunch is over, their parents pay for the bill and leave a hefty tip, passing out the little candies that were brought over with the receipt. Jiwoo quickly shuffles you away, thanking her parents for lunch before taking you down the street to a popular nail shop for your appointments.Â
The nail shop is as busy as it gets on a Sunday, but you don't wait long before you and Jiwoo are seated at the spa chairs for the pedicures. Jiwoo starts to tell you about how her and Hongjoong are going on a last minute trip to Japan and that you were welcome to come along if you wanted. You've gone on little trips with Jiwoo and Hongjoong before, and they've never made you feel like a third wheel. But, you wonder when you'd get to go on trips with your own special someone, your person.
Would this change things in the future? When Jiwoo and her family invite you on their trips?
Would this change everything?
It makes you feel like you really should've thought about your decisions before letting things escalate that night. Everything feels like a hard ass lesson, and you hate it. Everything is reminding you of your recklessness, of how you relied so much on the way Wooyoung treated you at the party. You can't say you regret it though, but it's starting to feel like a mistake.
When you politely decline and tell her to have fun with her boyfriend, another tech comes to work on your hands, beginning your gel manicure while the other tech continues with your pedicure.
"Has Yeosang texted you?" You shake your head.
"No." You sigh. "We probably won't be the same for a bit. He did say he needed time."
"I'm sorry." Jiwoo looks at you with a small pout. "He'll be okay, though. I know he cares about you regardless."
"And I care about him, too. I just want us to be okay."
"Are you sure you don't wanna come with us? Leave this place for a few days. Work won't care if we're both off last minute, we have enough team members to cover." You chuckle.
"I'm good. Promise."
"What do you wanna do after? Should we shop, then pick up some takeout so we can watch our movies?"
"Sure. I do need to buy some new clothes. I haven't spoiled myself in a bit." She gasps dramatically.
"Same."
"You went shopping when we bought our dresses."
"And that was awhile ago." She shrugs. "I'm on the lookout for this thick zip-up jacket. My brother has one and I keep taking it from him. He keeps getting mad." You don't respond. "I hate to say it, but Wooyoung has taste. Sometimes."
"Hm." You hum.
"Did you notice Wooyoung being all quiet today? It's not like him."
"I guess so."
"Well, he was quieter than usual. It's so unlike him."
"Why don't you ask?"
"Because my brother won't say a thing. I could tell him all my problems, but he won't tell me most of his. You know this. I dunno if it's some kinda façade or front to maintain this strong, older brother image. I know things bother him, but I also know a lot of things don't. It's difficult to read him." Ain't that so, you think. He is terribly hard to read.
"Do you think it's over a girl?" You awkwardly ask, looking to see what her reaction is.
"Wooyoung sulking over a girl? I doubt it. I haven't seen him do that since him and his exes broke up, and that was years ago. I'm convinced stuff like this isn't worth it to Wooyoung anymore. I haven't seen him be different around anyone."
"Oh."Â
"Yeah, well. Whatever. I'm sure he'll get over it."
"Yeah, I think so." You respond softly, which Jiwoo kinda catches on. She sees how quiet you've gotten and how you've managed to hide back in your shellâ you probably tried not to make it so obvious, but as your bestfriend, it's easy to pick up on your switches, too.
It is a little odd, but she won't bother. She just wants to have a good girls day with you.

After the nail appointment, the both of you make your way down to the biggest mall in town to shop, especially for her trip. You find a few new outfits, one you can't wait to wear out and flaunt. Wooyoung briefly comes to mind, but you shake it off and correct yourselfâ because no, you're excited to wear and flaunt the new outfits for yourself.Â
No one else.
You were genuinely happy for the first time today. You felt good about yourself.
Until tonight comes, and all of that goes out the window rather quickly.
When you get back to Jiwoo's apartment, the both of you are pretty exhausted from the long day being out and about. It's a little past 6pm when you drag yourselves in. You take a quick shower and wind down for the evening, changing into comfier clothes that you've packed in case you wanted to spend the night at Jiwoo's. You lay out the food on the living room coffee table while Jiwoo takes her shower. You've already decided on a lineup of movies tonight: Brown Sugar, The Wood, Love and Basketball. As you wait for Jiwoo to be finished, you scroll through your phone to see if there's been any new updates, new texts.
Nothing.
Though, you've noticed Wooyoung has posted on his Instagram story. You're not usually one to peep, but you are curious; you can't help yourself. For the most part, they're just random photos of the city, San. There are two photos that do catch your eye and you're not sure if Wooyoung meant to post this for a particular reason or just cause. The first photo that catches your eye is an old vintage poster of Spirited Away. It's alongside other vintage Studio Ghibli posters, but he posted this one in particular. The second photo is of the view. You remember that Wooyoung goes there to clear his mind. You wonder if San tagged along.
"What a day!" Jiwoo comes out of the bathroom, hair still damp. She rushes over and plops next to you on the floor in front of the coffee table and TV, sending Hongjoong a quick text. "Ready, babe?"
"Mhm." You nod, the both of you popping your lids to your bowls open as the movie begins. "Thank you for today."
"Of course, are you kidding?! I love a good girls day with my bestfriend." She smiles at you, digging into her food. You swallow the lump in your throat when the truth settles in the pit of your stomach, almost making you lose your appetite completely. She gives your arm a good squeeze. She's so happyâ you can't believe you're gonna be the reason why all of that changes. You needed to be honest with her, if not yourself.Â
Because what happened, happened. There was no going back to change it.
You give it a good hour or so, making sure the both of you have finished your food and are satisfied while you sit in your thoughts and determine it's probably a good time to talk to Jiwoo about everything. The night has settled, the climax of the movie has passed. You don't wanna wait too long, and you feel like you shouldn't; somehow hoping it'll lessen the damage, lessen the blow.
"Jiwoo." You poke her arm softly.
"Yeah?"
"Can we talk?"
"Sure, of course." She looks at you with concern, pausing the movie. "What's up, babe?"
"You know the other night, when I had dinner with Yeosang?"
"Mhm."
"There were other things I didn't get around to telling you."
"Did something else happen with him?" You look at her and you already feel the impending breakdown ready to take over in about 0.5 seconds.
"N-no. Not Yeosang." You physically shrink as you try to gain the courage to continue on.
"Huh?"Â Silence. "What is it, Y/N? What're you hiding from me?"
"I-Iâ" You feel tears welling up in your eyes. "Your brother. I meant to text you while I was drinking at the convenience store, but I accidentally texted your brother. He ended up swinging by and he walked me back home. A-andâ" You pause, tears now slowly streaming down your cheeks and they seem to keep coming even with you constantly wiping them away.
"And, what?" Quite frankly, she knows where this is going. Jiwoo just doesn't wanna believe it. But, she has no choice when you hit her with the:
"We hung out for awhile, and things went further."
"Further as in?" You start to cry a little more. "Further as in.. what, Y/N?"
"Things just escalated so quickly, I'mâ"
"Escalated? Did you sleep with my brother?" She's in utter disbelief and her tone says it all. She doesn't even need to hear a verbal response from you because your face completely gives it away.
"Jiwoo, I'm sorry. Things just happened andâ"
"My brother? Out of all people? Was that why you were so quiet today?" More silence. "Y/N, what were you thinking?! He's no good for you! All he's gonna do is hurt you like he does with every girl that gets tangled up with him. He doesn't care, he'sâ" She stands as she keeps going, but you aren't hanging onto one word she's saying. You just wanna get this over with, you just wanna get away. You don't wanna hear what you already know. It's your fault; she told you so. You should've known.
"Jiwoo." You plead with your eyes, hoping she stops. It doesn't make anything better, and you feel like a child getting scolded.
"What did he say to you?" She pauses. "What did he say to you? Did he say some sweet shit to get into your pants or what? Were you really that naive?"
"Jiwoo, enough. Please." You cry. "He didn't have to say anything to me, things just happened and it wasn't just Wooyoung. I played a part in this, too." You're not really sure why you're explaining it the way that you are, but you feel as if you have no choice at this point.
"Yeah." She says, almost mockingly. "So, what now? Has he even talked to you after that?" You shake your head pathetically and your tears fall even more. "Exactly, I thought so. Because that's who he is, Y/N. I thought you knew that! He's not gonna change. Now you're here crying over him like the rest of them usually do!" You cry harder, feeling like you're about to be shoved in a corner for timeout. "You can't tell me you actually have feelings for him." She scoffs.
"I'm sorry." Is all you say. What you're sorry for, you're not sure. For yourself? For how things quickly unfolded? For having feelings for her brother?
All of the above?
"Did he even tell you he had feelings for you? Did he tell you anything before he ran off and got what he wanted from you?" You shake your head. "Unbelievable." She grabs her keys and her purse. "You should go."
"I'm sorry. I thoughtâ"
"Please, Y/N. I need some time to process this."
"Where are you going?"
"To my brother's. Quite frankly, I can't look at the both of you right now, but I need to talk to him." You shake your head.
"It's not gonna change anything."
"It's not, but he also deserves to hear it since you're here crying in my living room about it." She furrows her brows in deep disappointment before giving you one last look. "Thought you knew better than that." She turns on her heel and leaves you in her living room. You cry, and you cry. You cry that you don't even know what you're crying over, what you're feeling hurt over.
You cry because one bestfriend is mad at you, and the other bestfriend needs his time away from you.
You cry because you have feelings for Wooyoung.
You cry because you feel so naive and stupid for admitting it, for going along with everything.
Were you wrong for feeling the way you do over him?
You quietly clean up and gather your things, sadly throwing the duffle bag over your shoulder as you lock her door from the inside and walk out. Your head hangs low when you start to walk to the nearest bus stop, taking the long way back home so that you can clear your mind and stop by Papa's apartment on the way over. Honestly, you don't blame Jiwoo for acting the way she did. You knew she was very protective of you, and you knew she was coming from a good place. You kinda just wish everything went down a little differently.
So, you continue quietly. Tears streaming down. Phone tucked away and on silent. Shutting down and ignoring the rest of the world like you always do when things go awry.
"Baby, don't you think you should just simmer down first before talking to your brother?" Hongjoong says over the bluetooth in her car.
"Simmer down for what? I can't believe he'd do that to her."
"Well, you don't really know if he actually had bad intentions. It does take two to tango. You ever think maybe, he's always had it for her and just never realized until he had to be her date? He probably needed the time. I don't think Wooyoung would mess around with Y/N like that."
"Kim Hongjoong. Aren't you supposed to be on my team right now?"
"I am, that's why I'm trying to tell you this is probably not a good idea."
"He was wrong, okay! She's naive, he knows that." She groans, causing Hongjoong to sigh.
"There were better ways to go about it, sure. I just don't think he's intentionally trying to hurt her like you think he is."
"I'll hang up in 5 seconds, Hongjoong." He clicks his teeth.
"Where is Y/N anyway? Thought you two were having a girls day."
"We were until she dropped all of this on me. She's probably on her way home."
"Why did you just leave her?"
"Because I'm angry and I can't deal right now."
"Then, go back home. You can yell at your brother any day, but you shouldn't leave her."
"I'll call you later. I'm at Wooyoung's."
"Jiwooâ" But before Hongjoong can say anything else, Jiwoo is ending the call and shutting off the car. She slams the driver's door and heads into the lobby, furiously pressing the elevator button to bring her up to the 6th floor. When she gets off and heads to his door, she repeatedly knocks until she hears shuffling on the other end.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Jiwoo storms into Wooyoung's apartment as soon as he swings the door open. He knew this would happen at some pointâ he just didn't think it'd be tonight, exactly.
"You really don't have to yellâ"
"My bestfriend!? Why would you sleep with her! She's not one of your fucking girls to toy around with, Wooyoung!" He's actually appalled at the way Jiwoo is coming at him right now. Most of the time, he can handle her. Today is just one of those days where he can't, and he feels himself losing it a lot quicker due to the sensitivity of the subject. He hates how Jiwoo looks at him this way, and he hates how she's so quick to badmouth him, especially when it comes to you.
What if he truly, truly cared about you?
"No one said she was!" Wooyoung matches her tone and San is awkwardly sitting off to the side, unsure of what to do. He didn't think he'd ever hear it this way, let alone didn't think Wooyoung would ever sleep with his sister's bestfriend. It wasn't a secret that Wooyoung thought you were cute, attractive. He just never crossed those lines because he didn't think he should, especially with the way he had tendencies to be a dick.
San is so unsure of how to take all of this.
Did Wooyoung just cave after the party? Did he plan for this to happen? How did he even get you to do all that with him?
"What else can I call it? Why would you take advantage of herâ"
"Slow your fucking roll, Jiwoo. I never said I was just using Y/N for anything, nor do you have the right to assume that." Wooyoung says seriously. It's true, and he finds himself hurt at the wild accusations Jiwoo is spewing out. He wasn't always good, but he wasn't entirely bad. He's made some terrible decisions and acted poorly in certain situations, but he never failed to learn from his mistakes and be the bigger person about it. He'd be honest, and in the end, he would never let his pride win just to get away with it.
"What am I supposed to think with your amazing track record?"
"I don't care if I made some mistakes or fucked around in the past, you don't get to say all that just because you're angry."
"All of a sudden you're good and pure when it comes to Y/N." She groans. "I swear to god, Wooyoung. The favor was supposed to be just a favor, not a window for you to add her to your rosterâ"
"Aye, stop while you're ahead." Wooyoung cuts her off. "You don't get to come into my space and yell at me for shit you know nothing about. Stop painting me like that, Jiwoo. I'm not this shitty person you like to think I am. For real. I don't appreciate it. You're spitting out all these crazy accusations when you have nothing but my past to refer to. I was never planning to 'put her on my roster' or treat her that way, I never meant to hurt her in any way. It's fucking wild you'd assume that."
"Then, why haven't you talked to her if you wanna claim this is different, Wooyoung?"
"Because I just need time to sort through my shit, okay! As much as I wanna talk to her, I don't know how and I'm trying to figure it out, that's all. Sorry. I'm not tryna mess this up more than I might've already done."
"You're unbelievable." Jiwoo glares at him. "Do you have feelings for her or not? It's a simple yes or no. Stop dragging it out so unnecessarilyâ"
"No. We're not doing this right now."
"Wooyoung!"
"I don't care! That's not for you to decide, so don't push it." He says sternly. "I'm not answering your question cause we're not talking about this right now, not when we're both angry. We're gonna go in circles like we always do and we're not gonna get anywhere. So no, I'm not saying anything to you, especially until you stop yelling and accusing me of things." He glares at her. "I sure as hell hope you didn't come at Y/N this way because she didn't do anything wrong. You don't get to talk to her like that either." He pauses. "Where is she?"
"I told her to go home."
"Oh, so you left her alone just to do this? The hell is wrong with you?"
"Can't I say the same shit about you? Leaving her that morning without saying a word." She scoffs while he bites his tongue, hoping she'd leave after getting this out of her system. "I thought so. You better fix this properly." Is all Jiwoo says before she turns on her heel and slams his door shut.
"And you should fix your attitude while you're at it!" Wooyoung yells. He groans loudly and plops onto the couch with a loud sigh. "Sorry." Is all he says to San, who is still dumbfounded over the argument that just went down.
"It's all good." Wooyoung is running a hand down his face before tossing his phone onto the table and resting his head back against the couch. As much as he loves to push his sister's buttons, he doesn't enjoy it when they fight. He doesn't like it when they're heated and angry at each other. He knows she can't help but protect you [rightfully so], but he hates the way she treats him like he has zero common sense. He wouldn't do that to you, especially out of all people.Â
You would never be just another girl to him.
"So, what happened exactly?" Wooyoung lets out a breath.
"It was the other night, after she had dinner with Yeosang. She meant to text Jiwoo while she was drinking at the convenience store, but she accidentally texted me. I swung by to make sure she was okay, and things just escalated that night."
"That's why you two were weird around each other today."
"Yeah, but that's mainly my fault. I ran off when I shouldn't have. I didn't talk to her the way I wanted to because I froze. I haven't really felt like this in a long time and it scared me. It's a dumb excuse."
"Woo, are you sure this isn't just a phase or something?"
"A phase?" San shrugs. "You're not serious, right?"
"I don't know. I just have to ask. I feel like you've had moments when you thought you liked someone, but it wasn't like that."
"San." Wooyoung almost looks hurt when he turns to him. His expression says all.
"Hm?" Wooyoung shakes his head.
"It's not like that at all. I-I genuinely have feelings for Y/N. I really, really like her."
"Oh." San looks at him, a mixture of confusion and concern plastered on his face. "Oh, okay. So it is like that."
"Fuck." Wooyoung groans. "I fucked up. I should've just told her. Fuck!" He repeats, now pacing around his living room. San doesn't even respond because he's not sure how to. He watches as his bestfriend runs his hand through his hair, quickly texting away before making a call.
Wooyoung's third mistake is letting this linger. Now, everyone, including you and his sister, are continuing to paint him as this bad guy; a bad guy that he has a tendency to be, had a past history of being. But, with you, he's different. He needs you to know that. He should've done this differently.
He just needs to be honest, and he knows he can't put this off any longer. It's time.
Wooyoung feels the inner panic when he tries to call you a few times, but you don't answer. He sends a few texts asking where you're at. If you're safe. If he can come see you so he can talk to you because he really needs to.
wooyoung:Â y/n. i know you probably don't wanna talk to me right now, but i really wanna explain.
wooyoung:Â i'm so sorry y/n, i fucked up. can i come see you so we can talk about this properly?
wooyoung:Â at least let me know if you're okay and safe if you don't wanna talk tonight.
And you see the missed calls and texts from Wooyoung. But, they're overshadowed by the missed call notifications from Papa. You barely get a chance to let it marinate, especially when you approach his apartment and all you're welcomed with is chaos.
Bright lights.Â
"Papa?" You walk closer to his apartment, seeing the paramedics coming out with your grandfather on a stretcher. "Papa!" You cry, pushing your way through them to get a good look at your grandpa. He's conscious, barely clinging onto it, though. He gives you a small smile as you hold his hand and climb into the truck, sitting right by his side. He called because he needed you, and you weren't there. You weren't there because you were too busy justifying your actions to Jiwoo, you weren't there because you were too busy trying to find out how to tell her you had feelings for her brother.
You weren't there, and he's here.
Wooyoung is the last thing on your mind right now.

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Unplanned Journeys: Part 1
SUMMARY: Youâve been feeling offâtired, anxious, and full of doubt. When the realization hits that you could be pregnant, your world shifts. As you struggle with the weight of the situation and avoid Jake, the truth becomes impossible to ignore. When you finally tell Jake, the conversation is filled with tension and fear.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to the Anon who sent the request for this in! I hope you enjoy it! Also, there will be AT LEAST two more parts to this coming. I haven't decided yet how long I want to make this story quite yet.
WARNINGS: Angst. Unplanned pregnancy.
WORD COUNT: 4.1K
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It started as something smallâjust a slight sluggishness that you chalked up to long hours and a busy schedule. After all, everyone had days where they felt off, right? You didnât think much of it at first. Maybe you hadnât been drinking enough water or were pushing yourself too hard at the gym with the new workout routine you had taken up. But the fatigue lingered, heavier than usual. The exhaustion hit you mid-morning, the kind that left you wanting to crawl back into bed despite a full nightâs sleep.
By day three, the headaches came. Sharp and persistent, not debilitating but enough to make focusing at work a struggle. You found yourself squinting at the screen, rubbing at your temples, wondering if your caffeine intake had anything to do with it. Coffee had always been your crutch, but suddenly it wasnât helping. That in itself seemed oddâcoffee usually gave you a little boost, but lately, it just left you feeling more nauseated than energized.
As you sat at your desk, half-listening to a Zoom meeting you were supposed to be engaged in, you absentmindedly reached for your phone. Flipping through your calendar, you skimmed the past couple of weeks, your thumb freezing as a realization crept in. You were late. Not by a lotâbut enough to notice.
You glanced at the calendar again, frowning. Surely, it couldnât be that. Your cycle was sometimes a day or two off. It wasnât something to worry about. But still⌠you couldnât shake the feeling, the quiet voice in the back of your mind that whispered that maybe this wasnât just an irregular month.
No. You shook your head slightly, trying to clear the thought. You were on birth control. You and Jake had been careful. This was just your mind overreacting, connecting dots that werenât there. But then a new thought slithered its way into your consciousness. A few weeks ago, youâd been sickâlaid out with that stubborn cold. Youâd gone to the doctor and gotten antibiotics.
AntibioticsâŚ
Your breath caught in your throat as you suddenly remembered the doctorâs warning. Something about your birth control being less effective. At the time, youâd been too focused on just wanting to feel better, not giving much thought to how the medication could affect anything else.
The nausea from your coffee earlier that morning felt more like a bad omen now.
You leaned back in your chair, your heart thudding a little harder in your chest. No. It couldnât be that. You were just being paranoid. But now, you couldnât stop thinking about it. The headaches. The exhaustion. The nausea from foods that had never made you nauseous before. Your pulse quickened as you stared at the calendar, connecting the dots. Could it really be? The thought hung there, weighty and terrifying. What if you were���?
The panic bubbled up, threatening to spill over, but you pushed it down. You needed answers, not speculation. You couldnât keep spiraling like this. There was only one way to know for sure.
Without a second thought as soon as you were clocked out at 5:01pm, you grabbed your keys and purse, practically bolting for the door. There was a CVS just a few blocks away. The sooner you took the test, the sooner you could put this fear to rest.
As you hurried toward your car, your thoughts raced alongside you, a thousand different scenarios flashing in your mind. What if itâs positive? What would Jake say? Would he leave?
The short drive back to your apartment felt like miles, the little white CVS bag clutched in your hand felt heavier than it should have been. Each minute only magnified the gnawing uncertainty in your chest.
The moment you stepped through your front door, the cool air of your small apartment hit you, but it did little to calm the heat of your rising anxiety. You shut the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment as if delaying what you knew you had to do would somehow make the looming possibility disappear.
Your heart raced as you walked to the bathroom, the test still tucked in its box as though keeping it sealed would keep the truth hidden a little longer. You set it on the counter, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You looked tired. Your skin was paler than usual, dark circles faintly visible under your eyes. Maybe you were just exhausted. You had been working on a project at work that had a pretty tight deadline. Maybe it was finally catching up to you. Maybe you were imagining all of this. Making up something that wasn't there.
With a shaky breath, you turned away from the mirror, reaching for the box. The sound of the packaging tearing open seemed too loud in the quiet apartment. You took one of the two pregnancy tests out and set it on the counter. Your hands trembled slightly as you read over the instructions, even though you didnât really need themâyou knew how this worked. Open the package. Pee on the stick. Wait. But reading them gave you a few more seconds before facing the truth.
You took a deep breath and finally did what needed to be done. Afterward, you placed the test down, careful not to look at it yet, and set the timer on your phone. You couldnât bear to watch the lines form, so you forced yourself to sit down on the edge of the bathtub, pressing the heels of your palms into your knees, grounding yourself while you waited. Three minutes felt like an eternity.
Your mind raced, jumping between panicked thoughts and desperate rationalizations. There was no way. You and Jake had been careful, hadnât you? Youâd been taking birth control for years with no issues. And yet⌠there had been that one night, the night you felt better after being sick. You remembered how he had pulled you close, his warmth intoxicating after those few days of feeling terrible, his touch erasing the last of your discomfort. It had been one of those spontaneous moments, the kind you didnât overthink. But now, it felt like maybe you should have.
The timer on your phone went off, snapping you out of your thoughts with a jarring sound. You inhaled sharply, your heart thudding hard against your chest as you reached for the test. With your hand trembling, you flipped it over, your breath catching in your throat.
Two pink lines stared back at you.
Your vision blurred as the world seemed to tilt for a moment. No. You blinked hard, clearing your eyes, then looked again.
Two pink lines.
You felt the floor drop out from under you, a heavy weight settling in your stomach. You set the test down, unable to keep looking at it, and hurriedly reached for the second test in the box. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe youâd done something wrong. Hands shaking even more now, you repeated the process, this time pacing the bathroom as the second timer ticked down.
But deep down, you already knew.
The timer buzzed again, and with a knot tightening in your throat, you picked up the second test.
Two pink lines stared back at you, a confirmation you werenât ready for.
You sat back down on the edge of the tub, the reality of it all sinking in, a cold rush of panic sweeping over you. This couldnât be happening. How could this be happening?Â
Your thoughts went to Jake. How would he react? Would he freak out? Would he be upset? Would he leave? End things with you? Your chest tightened at the idea of telling him. Youâd only been together a few months, and even though things were going well, you couldnât help but feel that this would be too much, too soon.
You pressed your hands to your face, trying to steady your breathing, but your mind wouldnât stop racing. Images of Jake flashed through your mindâhis charming smile, the way heâd pull you into his arms without a second thought, the lighthearted banter that had drawn you to him. Your relationship was going strong. But was that enough? Were you enough? Would it be enough to survive something as life-changing as this?
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you quickly wiped them away. Crying wouldnât help. You needed to think, to figure out what you were going to do next. But your thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear, uncertainty, andâoddly enoughâa tiny flicker of something else. Something you didnât want to admit. Hope.
You shook your head, trying to push the thought aside. This wasnât how things were supposed to happen. You werenât supposed to be feeling this lost, this scared, not when the rest of your life could be so drastically altered by a couple of pink lines.
But there was no denying it now. You were pregnant.
And you had no idea what to do next.
The next morning, the reality of what had happened still weighed heavily on you. It had settled in overnight, creeping into your mind every time you closed your eyes, so sleep was hardly an escape. You lay in bed longer than usual, staring at the ceiling, the events of yesterday playing on a loop. The two pink lines. Your pounding heart. The panic that had taken root in your chest, now a constant, gnawing ache.
But beyond the overwhelming fear of your situation was an even greater question: Jake. How were you going to tell him? Or⌠should you even tell him yet?
Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling you out of your thoughts. You didnât have to check to know who it was. Jake had sent a text earlier in the morningâa simple âGood morningâ with a smiley faceâand you had left it unanswered.
Now, a second message appeared, more direct this time:
Jake: You okay? Havenât heard from you.
You swallowed hard, staring at the screen. You didnât know what to say to him, didnât know how to talk to him without the weight of your secret making everything feel wrong. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard as your mind scrambled for somethingâanythingânormal to respond with.
You: Yeah, sorry. Been busy.
You stared at the message for a moment, guilt settling in your chest as you hit send. You hated how distant the response felt, hated how you couldnât bring yourself to say more. But what could you say?
The seconds stretched on before your phone buzzed again.
Jake: Busy? You trying to avoid me?? ;)
The words on the screen were playful, a light jab that mightâve made you smile any other day. But today, it only made you feel worse. He was catching on. Jake always had a knack for reading people, and now he was reading you, seeing right through your weak attempts to act normal.
You set your phone aside, deciding not to answer for now. Youâd figure out what to tell him later. But for now, you just needed space. Space to think. Space to process. Space to make sense of the storm that had taken over your mind.
The day dragged on, and you kept your distance. Every time your phone buzzed with a message from him, your anxiety spiked, but you still couldnât bring yourself to respond beyond brief, one-word replies. You were trapped in this bubble of avoidance, knowing full well that it wasnât sustainable but unable to break free of it just yet.
Later that evening the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over The Hard Deck as you stepped inside. The familiar sounds of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, but they felt distant, almost muffled, as you made your way to the bar.Â
Jake was already there, leaning against the counter, chatting with a few of the guys. His laughter rang out, and your heart sank a little. How could you keep this secret from him when he looked so carefree?
âHey, you made it!â Jake grinned, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement as he reached out to pull you closer. You forced a smile in return, feeling the weight of your secret settle heavily on your chest.
You settled onto a barstool beside him, ordering a Diet Coke, the bubbly drink a stark contrast to the cold beer he and the others were enjoying. As Penny placed your drink in front of you, Jakeâs gaze narrowed slightly.
âDiet Coke?â he asked, raising an eyebrow. âYou sure youâre not feeling under the weather? I thought youâd be grabbing a beer with me.â
âJust not in the mood for one tonight,â you replied, trying to sound casual.
âCome on, itâs Thursday night! You canât tell me you donât want to kick back with a cold one.â He leaned in closer, a playful grin on his face. âDonât tell me youâre going soft on me.â
You chuckled lightly, but it felt forced. âI just have a lot on my mind with that project deadline tomorrow I told you about.â
âJust thinking about work, huh?â he asked, his voice low, laced with concern.Â
You nodded, a little too quickly, hoping he wouldnât notice the tremor in your hand as you raised the glass to your lips.Â
Later that night after beating Rooster and Bob in games of pool Jake made his way back over to where you were still sitting on the bar stool.Â
âYouâve been awfully quiet tonight. You sure youâre okay?â He said as he put his hand on your back and began gently rubbing it.
âIâm fine,â you replied, a little too rehearsed, the words falling from your lips like an empty promise. âJust a lot on my mind with that deadline tomorrow.â
âRight.â He nodded, though the frown on his face told you he wasnât entirely convinced. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer, but instead of the warmth you usually felt, you tensed.
You could feel him studying you, as if he were searching for something just beneath the surface. His touch, usually comforting, felt heavy now. âYouâre not really laughing tonight,â he pointed out, the concern in his tone deepening. âI mean, that joke from Phoenix was hilarious, and you didnât even crack a smile.â
âSorry,â you mumbled. âJust a lot on my mind, thatâs all.â
Jake tilted his head, his brow furrowing. âYou sure thatâs all? Because it feels like something else is going on.â
You swallowed hard, the truth lingering just beneath your tongue. He deserved to know, but the thought of revealing your pregnancy sent waves of panic coursing through you. Instead, you looked down at your drink, tracing your finger over the rim of the glass. âReally, Jake. Iâm just... thinking about everything.â
âOkay, but you know Iâm here for you, right?â His voice softened, and you could see the worry etched across his features. âIf you need to talk, just say the word. I can take you home. We can go back to my place. Whatever you want.â
You nodded again, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. âI know. I appreciate it.â
The night wore on, and the laughter and camaraderie around you seemed to grow louder while you felt more isolated in your thoughts. As Jake tried to draw you back into the fold, the distance between you only seemed to widen. Each time he reached out, you instinctively pulled away, hiding the truth that threatened to spill from your lips.
You were trapped in a delicate dance, and with each passing moment, the weight of your secret pressed heavier against your chest. You took a deep breath, knowing that soon, youâd have to face him. But for now, all you could do was keep the facade intact, holding on to the last threads of normalcy before the storm would break.
When Jake asked you to meet him at The Hard Deck the following evening, your heart sank. He was trying, reaching out to spend time with you like always, but the idea of seeing him, pretending that everything was normal, felt impossible. Your chest tightened as you typed out your reply.
You: Canât tonight. Sorry.
You could almost imagine the confusion on his face as he read your message. Normally, you wouldâve jumped at the chance to meet up with him, to sit at the bar with him, sharing drinks and flirty comments. But not tonight. Not now.
You spent the evening in your apartment, pacing, thinking. The truth was suffocating you, and the longer you put off telling him, the worse it became. But fear gripped you every time you thought about saying the words out loud. What if this changed everything? What if Jake didnât want this? What if he⌠walked away?
The knot in your stomach twisted tighter at the thought. You tried to shake it off, tried to reassure yourself that you were overthinking things, but the fear wouldnât let go.
You didnât know Jakeâs thoughts on kids, on the future, on anything beyond the easy, carefree nature of your fairly new relationship. And now, this could upend everything.
When your phone buzzed again later that night, you ignored it. You couldnât deal with it. Couldn't deal with him. Not yet.
But avoiding Jake was harder than you expected.
The next evening, as you sat curled up on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, you heard a knock on your door. Your heart skipped a beat. For a moment, you froze, staring blankly at the door. Who would be at your door right now?
Another knock. Louder this time.
Your pulse quickened as you pushed yourself up from the couch and made your way toward the door. You peered through the peephole, and your stomach dropped.
It was Jake.
You hesitated, every muscle in your body suddenly tense. He had come to see you. Maybe he was worried. Or maybe he was just tired of your evasiveness. You couldnât tell. All you knew was that he was here, standing on the other side of your door, and you had to face him.
With a shaky breath, you unlocked the door and slowly opened it. There he was, standing in the hallway, his hands tucked in his jacket pockets, his usual easygoing smile playing on his lips. But there was something in his eyesâsomething you couldnât quite read.
âHey,â he said, looking up to meet your eyes.
He leaned in slightly as if to kiss you. Instinctively, you took a small step back, the distance between you immediately noticeable.
Jakeâs smile faltered.
âWhatâs going on?â he asked, his voice soft but laced with concern. He tilted his head, studying your face. âYouâve been avoiding me for days. Didnât even want to meet me at the Hard Deck tonight. Thatâs not like you.â
You swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze. âIâve just⌠been busy,â you muttered, knowing how weak it sounded.
âBusy. Right. Well, your deadline at work was up at 4:59, so what's your excuse now?â Jake repeated, his brows furrowing in confusion. âAre you avoiding me? Is something wrong?â
Your chest tightened as he pushed, his words cutting through your thin layer of avoidance. He wasnât letting this go. And you didnât know how to handle it.
âIâm fine,â you said quickly, avoiding eye contact. âItâs nothing.â
Jake stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied you. âYou sure about that?â His voice was firmer now, the playful edge gone. âBecause this isnât you. You've barely texted me all week. Then you acted like you were trying to avoid me like the plague last night at the bar. You blew me off tonight, and now⌠what? Youâre acting like you donât even want me here?â He paused and just looked at you, shaking his head. "Do you want me here? Do you want me to leave?"
The guilt hit you like a tidal wave, and you could feel your emotions starting to bubble to the surface. You tried to swallow it down, to push the panic aside, but it was too much. The pressure was too much.
âJake, Iââ You stopped, biting your lip as your vision blurred with tears you hadnât realized were forming. âI just⌠I donât know how toââ
He took a step forward, his voice softening again. âHey, hey. Itâs okay. It's just...you're scaring me, babe. You're making me think you're trying to hide something. Just talk to me. Whatever it is, we can figure it out. But donât shut me out like this. â
You blinked, fighting back the tears. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to tell him. But fear kept your throat tight, the words trapped inside.
He reached for your hand, his touch gentle, and grounding, but even that felt too much right now.
You pulled away, stepping back toward the living room.
âI⌠I donât know if I can do this right now,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Jake frowned, confused. âWhat do you mean? Canât do what?â
You knew you couldnât avoid the truth much longer.Â
âJake, Iâm pregnant.â you blurted out, your voice breaking. The words spilled out before you could stop them.
The room went completely still. For a moment, Jake didnât react, his expression frozen in surprise as if he hadnât quite processed what you had just said.
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your ears. âI⌠I took a test a few days ago. It was positive.â The words felt heavy, hanging in the air between you, and you could barely look at him. âI didnât know how to tell you⌠I didnât even know how to deal with it myself.â
The silence stretched on, thick and suffocating, as Jake stood there, his gaze locked on you. You could see the shock in his eyes, the way his mind seemed to be working through what you had just revealed. Your stomach twisted in knots, the fear bubbling up again. You had no idea how he was going to react. No idea what this meant for the two of you.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jake exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he stepped back, processing. His face was unreadable, and the silence between you became unbearable.
âI⌠I didnât see that coming,â he said finally, his voice low and rough around the edges.
You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look at him. âNeither did I,â you whispered, your throat tight. âIâve been freaking out, Jake. I didnât know how to handle this. I didnât know if I should tell you, or if you evenââ
He held up a hand, stopping you mid-sentence. âWait⌠did you think I wouldnât want to know? Were you thinking about not telling me?â
His tone wasnât angry, but it was laced with disbelief, and you realized what you had implied. Your heart clenched as you met his gaze, seeing the hurt in his eyes.
âI didnât know what to think,â you admitted, your voice shaking as tears started to form in your eyes. âI was scared, Jake. I still am. I donât know what this means for us, or for anything.â
Jake took a deep breath, his eyes softening as he stepped toward you. His hand reached out, gently taking yours, his touch warm and steady. âBaby, I get that this is⌠huge. Itâs not something either of us expected. But Iâm here. Iâm not going anywhere.â
His words sent a wave of relief washing over you, but the fear was still there, lingering at the edges. You had been so caught up in your panic that you hadnât allowed yourself to hope for thisâthat Jake wouldnât run, that he wouldnât leave you to handle this alone.
âAre you sure?â you whispered, your voice barely audible. âBecause I donât even know if Iâm ready for this.â
Jake squeezed your hand gently, his eyes never leaving yours. âI donât have all the answers. I donât know what the future holds, and yeah, this is scary as hell. But weâll figure it out. Together.â
The weight of his words hit you like a tidal wave, and for the first time in days, you felt a sliver of hope break through the fear. You werenât alone in this. Jake wasnât going to leave.
The tears that had welled up in your eyes finally broke free and started to roll down your cheeks as you looked at him, the emotion finally overwhelming you.
âI was so scared,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âI didnât know if youâd want this. If youâd want me.â
Jakeâs expression softened even further, and without a word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. You buried your face in his chest, your tears soaking into his shirt as the reality of everything finally hit you. But this time, it didnât feel as crushing. With Jakeâs arms around you, it felt just a little bit lighter.
âThis isn't your fault, baby. We both made this baby. Iâm not going anywhere,â he murmured into your hair, his voice steady. âWeâre in this together.â
You stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in his embrace, the fear still there but no longer as suffocating. With Jake by your side, you knew you could face whatever came next.
For the first time since seeing those two pink lines, you allowed yourself to believe that everything might just be okay.
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Aim for the Sky Part 3 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley starts building his daughter's playset with a little help from an unexpected visitor. He wants to finish all of his projects and take care of you and do as much as he can now that he's home. There's so much he wants to get done, it might be time to make a to-do list.
Warnings: Fluff, smut, swearing, oral, pregnancy, bit of angst
Length: 4000 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Bradley was up at the crack of dawn on Saturday. His afternoon nap the previous day turned into one that lasted into the evening when you got up with him and cooked him dinner before going back to bed. His plan was to come home and take care of everything so you didn't have to, but so far you made him homemade chicken fajitas and lulled him to sleep with your fingers in his hair, twice.Â
But today, he was determined to return the favor. He wanted to get started on building the jungle gym, and he wanted to get in a few reps on his own workout equipment in the garage. He'd clean up the kitchen and take Tramp for a walk later, too. If he got started now, he might be able to build the entire jungle gym frame for his daughter. His daughter. He ran his hands over his face as you snoozed right next to him in bed. Would he ever stop being on the verge of tears when he thought about it?
There was a list of names he liked in the Nugget notebook which was still tucked away in his duffle bag. He had a favorite, but he didn't want to try to convince you that it was perfect until he heard which ones you liked. But he knew it would be perfect.
"Roo?"
He was just about to slip out of bed when you rolled toward him, reaching for him groggily like you couldn't quite believe he was really home. "There's my Baby Girl," he whispered, letting his hand settle on your belly now that you were awake. "And my Nugget."
In an instant, you pushed him onto his back, kissing him as he cradled you with both hands. Your bump wasn't very big yet, but it was noticeable, and he didn't want to hurt you. God he missed waking up next to you, and it was obvious you'd missed him, too. You deepened the kiss, your tongue dipping between his parted lips until you were tasting his mouth. He could feel your nipples harden against his chest through a layer of cotton as you dragged your fingers through his hair before letting them trail down his body to the waistband of the shorts he fell asleep in.Â
"Okay," he grunted, already hard for you as you ran your index finger inside the elastic. "Take it easy, Sweetheart. Wanna make this last." He rolled you gently onto your back as you cupped him inside his shorts, your thumb stroking his length. You squeezed his balls gently, spreading your legs wide. He glanced down your body as you smirked at him. "If you're gonna show off that pretty pussy, I'll put my mouth all over it."
"Bradley," you moaned, turning your head to the side. How on earth that bashful smile could make him even wilder, he had no idea. But just when he ran his thumb along your wet slit and tickled your ear with his mustache, someone started pounding on the front door.
You squeaked and jolted beneath him, but not in the way he wanted. "What the fuck?" he growled, easing his body off of yours. Once he was standing, he tried to adjust himself in his shorts, but it was obvious he was hard. Then there was more pounding.
"It's your first weekend home. Did you seriously invite someone over here this early, Bradley?" you asked, squinting as you reached for your phone. "It's seven o'clock!"
"No," he grunted. "I didn't even talk to anyone! I just wanted to eat your pussy in peace."
He stormed out of the bedroom, adjusting himself as he went. Tramp was already pacing back and forth and whimpering at the front door when Bradley saw Jake's car parked in front of the house. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me." He wrenched the door open and found Jake standing there with some grocery bags and a box of donuts. "What do you want?" Bradley barked while Tramp started licking the unwanted visitor's leg.
Jake strolled inside like he wasn't interrupting Bradley's blissful weekend of giving his wife head and finding out his Nugget is a girl. "I brought all of the groceries and everything," Jake answered, heading for the kitchen, completely unfazed by Bradley in nothing but his compression shorts. "Welcome home, by the way. Looks like the perfect day to start on that playset."
Bradley didn't particularly want to jump down his throat, especially since Jake had been the one to promise to get the damn thing built for the baby if he didn't make it home in one piece. "Why are you here exactly?" he asked, and then he heard your voice from down the hallway.
"Is that Jake?"
"Yes," Bradley and Jake replied at the same time. And then you appeared wearing that old shirt and a pair of Bradley's gym shorts and your glasses, and he wanted to drag you back to bed and put his mouth everywhere.
"What the hell?" you asked, stomping right up to Jake, clearly annoyed that Bradley's face wasn't between your thighs. "You practically woke us up!"
"Well, that's not completely true," Bradley muttered with a smirk, earning a glare from you.Â
Jake checked the clock on the microwave. "It's 7:18. When you texted me last night and said Rooster was home, you told me to come over around seven."
"I meant seven in the evening!" you said, flailing your arms. "Like a normal person!"
Jake just shrugged and bit into a donut. "I brought the groceries you asked for."
Bradley watched you and saw the exact moment you caved. The annoyance on your face melted away as you grabbed a cream donut from the box. "Wait, why did you ask Jake to bring groceries over?"
You nibbled on the donut and snuggled up against Bradley, looking up at him as you said, "I wanted to make Reuben his cookies today, but I didn't want to leave you to go to the store."
He kissed some powdered sugar from your lips and whispered, "You're the sweetest thing."
You pressed your cheek to his chest and said, "Since he's here, you might as well get Jake to help you with the pallets on the driveway since I can't lift anything that heavy."
Bradley cringed just thinking about it. "You will not be lifting a fucking finger, Sweetheart. I'll take care of everything." He looked at Jake over your head and asked, "Feel like helping me get started on the playset?"
He had half of a second donut in his mouth as he mumbled, "I thought that's why I was here."
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Bradley didn't put any more clothing on, and that was a-okay with you. He just added his work boots to the mix. Those black compression shorts were working overtime as he and an equally shirtless Jake hauled everything from the driveway to the backyard. He already cleared out the area where the playset would go, framed it in with long wood planks and filled it with gravel, and today they would start assembling the frame.
Your plan to make five dozen cookies for Reuben kept getting derailed as you wandered over to the sliding glass door every five minutes or so. The yard wasn't very big, and now most of it would be taken up by the patio, shed and playset, but you'd let your husband build anything he wanted back there. He was so excited about the baby, it made you feel lightheaded.Â
You were pregnant with a girl. Maybe she'd have Bradley's wavy hair. Maybe she would look just like him. You leaned against the open door frame and watched the guys as they argued about a drill bit setting and smiled. When you caught Bradley's eye, he shouted out, "I love you," before continuing with his discussion. He loved you so well, you already knew he'd be just as devoted to his daughter.
The oven started beeping, letting you know it had preheated. You ran your hand down your body and whispered, "Your father is going to spoil you rotten." Then you put the first tray of chocolate chip cookie dough in the oven, and within minutes your entire house smelled amazing. You baked so many cookies for Reuben, you didn't see how he would even be able to eat all of them before they got stale, so you shaped the last batch into little heart cookies with your fingers before tossing them in the oven.
Then when you took a bite out of one of the cookies that was cooling on the counter, you felt her. It was that same light, fluttering sensation as last time when you tried to eat a piece of candy on Halloween. "Hi," you whispered, voice laced with excitement. "Do you have a sweet tooth?" There was more fluttering, and you grabbed at the edge of the counter as you laughed. "You do! Are you going to eat everything I bake just like your dad?"
You closed your eyes and chewed the cookie slowly, letting yourself linger in the kitchen over the feel of your daughter doing some kind of a wild somersault for you.Â
"It's getting hot out," came Bradley's voice through the open door. "Let's grab some drinks before we drill the brackets into place." Once he was inside with Jake, he started digging around in the refrigerator, retrieving two cans of beer and two water bottles. "You okay, Sweetheart?" he asked as he handed Jake a bottle and a can. He was eyeing you cautiously where you stood with your hand on your belly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," you whispered, and now both men were looking at you. "The Nugget was just doing some backflips."
"She was?" Bradley asked in excitement, leaving his forgotten drinks on the counter next to the refrigerator. In an instant, he was on his knees in front of you, yanking your shirt up and kissing your belly button while his big, warm hands settled against you. "Is she still?"
"She?" Jake asked with a smile, and you smiled back while Bradley shushed him.
"I think it's still too early for you to feel anything this way," you whispered, tugging your fingers through Bradley's sweaty hair as his stubbled cheek came to rest on your bump.
"Hey, little Nugget," he murmured while Jake took his drinks and slipped back outside. "Can you let Daddy feel like one little thump?" You could feel her squirming around while he talked, but she was probably still too small for him to get what he wanted. "Please?"
You didn't rush him. Bradley just knelt there with his eyes closed for a few minutes while you played with his hair. Now that Jake knew you were having a girl, you may as well just call your parents this week and tell all of your friends as well.
Bradley groaned and hopped to his feet as soon as Jake started up one of his power tools on the patio. He kissed you, his sun-warmed torso pressed against you as he said, "I need to make sure he doesn't break anything." You were still laughing as he rushed outside.
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The backyard was coming together nicely. After you fed Jake dinner and he finally left, Bradley undressed you and picked you up, setting you down on the edge of the counter where you could look out the window as the sky darkened. "You got a lot done today," you moaned while Bradley spread your legs and ate your pussy, picking up where he left off this morning. "Such a dedicated Daddy."
"Anything for the Nugget," he groaned before licking a long stripe up to your clit. His forehead bumped your growing belly which thrilled him as he slowly, meticulously brought you every bit of pleasure you should have had in bed earlier. His mind was swirling with all of the projects he had to do and the torn apart attic, and he was still exhausted from being away for so long. But he got lost in your taste and the sounds you were making as soon as he started sucking gently on your clit.
"You know what that fucking mustache does to me," you gasped while he tried not to grin. His fingers found your dainty tattoo, and he sucked on your clit a little harder until you were begging him to fuck you. He wanted to tell you no and draw your orgasm out of you on the kitchen counter, but then you demanded, "I want to come on your cock."
Carefully, so he didn't dare hurt you, he helped you slide off the counter and into his arms. "If this is uncomfortable for you, then you need to tell me, Baby Girl." But you were already spinning around and pressing your gorgeous ass back against him.
"Fuck me," you whined, and Bradley was more than happy to oblige.
He lined himself up with your slick entrance and pushed himself deep as he said, "I thought you told me you weren't as horny in the second trimester."
You were whimpering his name before you got control. "Well now that you're home, I guess I am."
"Music to my ears."Â
He went slowly, making sure you felt everything, and he cupped your belly and your fucking delicious breasts while you held onto the counter. Your body felt different to him, but in so many ways it was exactly the same. Your response never changed; you always welcomed him knowing he'd get you there no matter what. And you gripped him tight, rolling your hips back to meet him, stroke for stroke.Â
When he plucked at your nipples, you arched your back, and when he rolled your clit between his fingers, you started to come. He was right there, too, and you pushed him over the edge when you said, "Make a mess of my pussy, Roo."
"Damn it," he growled, lips pressed to your shoulder as he filled you up and kept himself thrust deep to enjoy the squeeze of your orgasm around him. When you straightened up but held him snug inside you, your head tipped back against his shoulder. "How was that, Sweetheart?" he crooned, and you moaned. Then your stomach growled loudly, and he chuckled.Â
"I'm so hungry. Didn't we just eat dinner?"
"My little Nugget is growing," he whispered, letting his chin rest on your shoulder so he could look at your tits. He brought his hands up so he could swipe his thumbs along your nipples. "I swear these fucking thing are getting bigger by the day," he mused while you reached for the plastic container of chocolate chip cookies. You held it up and let him take a bite before finishing the rest of it yourself. "Weren't these supposed to be for Reuben?" he asked.
You pointed to the island where several gallon sized bags were filled with cookies. "His are regular. The little heart shaped ones in this container are for you."
Bradley could have stood there forever with his hands all over the front of you and his softening cock still inside your pussy while you fed him heart shaped cookies and told him the baby was moving around again. "I want to feel her," he whispered.
Your head tipped back again as you said, "I know, Roo. Pretty soon she'll be kicking up a storm, excited about meeting her dad."Â
Then you started yawning and he finally took a reluctant step away from you. "It's time for bed," he said, patting your ass. "It was an early morning with Jake showing up and everything." He followed you to the bathroom and helped you clean up his cum from your legs, and then he waited until you were done washing your face and brushing your teeth to lead you to bed. He handed you a clean pair of his boxer briefs and watched you pull them up so the elastic sat just below your bump. He smiled, and before you could pull on his ancient UVA shirt, he pulled you closer.
"Can I help you with something?" you asked, giving him a coy look. "You ready to go for round two?"
He raised one eyebrow. "Are you ready to go for round two?" You were smiling but already stifling another yawn when he guided you toward the bed and tugged his shirt over your head. "You need to rest. I'll fuck you twice tomorrow."
You pulled the blanket up and whispered, "This is all Jake's fault."
Bradley snorted as he pulled the blanket back down, yanked up the shirt and leaned down to press his lips to your warm breasts. You whimpered as he kissed both nipples and ran his nose along your perfectly soft skin. "I can't get enough of these fucking things. My god, Sweetheart." He forced himself to pull the shirt back into place when you started to squirm, quickly kissing your bump first. After he removed your glasses and set them aside, he reached for the lamp on your nightstand.
"Aren't you getting in bed?"
He shook his head. "I'll clean the kitchen and let Tramp out first, and then I'll be in. I love you both."
"Love you, Roo," you curled up on your side, already falling asleep when you added, "You know what I'm hungry for?"
"What's that, Baby Girl?"
"Hot sauce."
He had to stifle his laughter as he whispered, "Finally. I'll take care of that tomorrow, too. I'll just add it to my list. Two rounds of sex, more playset building, and some hot sauce."
You were already sound asleep.
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When you got up on Sunday morning, Bradley and Tramp were nowhere to be found, but both Broncos were in the driveway. "Roo?" You were met with silence as you made yourself some coffee and filled a glass with water. He had covered the refrigerator in rows of ultrasound photos, and you couldn't help but laugh at the way he used up all of the magnets. You picked up one of the now stale donuts that Jake left, and that's when you found a note from your husband.
Walking Tramp to the beach. Back soon. I have my phone. Tell the Nugget I love her.
You smiled, looked down at your belly and said, "Your Daddy loves you." The way she immediately started to squirm and flutter around had you reaching for the counter. "Feels like you love him, too."Â
You moved his note to the side, and your fingers brushed a handwritten list, partially folded up and sitting on top of all of Bradley's unopened mail that you'd collected. The last time you went through his things, you ended up in a very dark place after you saw the results from the sperm test he took. You didn't want to do that again. You could just want until he got home. He wouldn't be long now.Â
But you stood there and read the first two things written which weren't hidden from your view. Contact lawyer. Send check to Nicole.
Who was Nicole? And why was Bradley contacting a lawyer without you? Your skin prickled as you reached for the piece of paper before pushing it further away. You considered going to get your phone from the bedroom to call him and tell him to come home, but instead you stood there and got frustrated. You did not want to do this to yourself again.
When he walked inside a few minutes later wearing snug gym shorts and a white tank, he was all smiles as Tramp ran for his water bowl. "Morning," he rasped, yanking his aviators down lower on his nose as he hung up the leash. "You look cute."
You didn't though. You hadn't showered, and you didn't even brush your teeth yet. "Can we talk about what's on this list?"
His brow furrowed and he froze. "What list?"
"This one," you said as calmly as you could. "The one where you wrote about contacting a lawyer and someone named Nicole."
He made his way over to you and asked, "How much did you read?" as he tossed his sunglasses on the counter.
You crossed your arms over your bump and frowned. "That's all I read."
"Good." He snatched it up, unfolded it and handed it to you. "It's my list of things I want to take care of today or tomorrow."
You read the list from top to bottom.
Contact lawyer
Send check to Nicole for permit
Order album for ultrasounds
Call Bradley Ross
Hot sauce reservation for my Baby Girl
Text Reuben
Offer to babysit Jeremiah
Order a new drill bit to replace the one Jake broke
Decide on Thanksgiving plans
"Oh," you said, meeting his eyes as you handed it back to him. "Who's Bradley Ross?"
He folded up the list again as he said, "The contractor who is going to re-do our attic however you want it."
"Oh." You pressed your lips together before you asked, "Are you going to tell me why you want to talk to a lawyer and who Nicole is?"
"Come here," he rasped, and you tucked yourself into his arms, your lips brushing his paper airplane tattoo. "I want a lawyer to add the Nugget to my will. And I think you should come with me to make sure literally everything is in order. for yourself, too." You nodded against him, and then he added, "And I really don't want to tell you who Nicole is, because it will ruin the surprise. But I've never even met her, and I have no idea who she actually is."
"That sounds weird."
"It's not, I promise, Sweetheart."
You looked up into his eyes, his gaze soft as he ran his hand slowly up and down your back. You already felt better just talking to him. "Fine. Keep your secrets. But the surprise had better be a good one."
He nodded. "It's something for our anniversary. You'll love it. Now why don't you bring your coffee outside and keep me company while I work on the playset?"
You were starting to melt. "I could do that."
"Then we can take a shower together?" he asked hopefully. "You can wash my hair?"
You melted a little bit more. "I would love that."
"And then I'll take you out to dinner."
You sat out on the patio in the sun for a while, not doing much to help Bradley other than occasionally catcall and make sure he drank enough water. Then you took a luxurious shower, complete with hair washing and sex against the wall. He was taking you up to the hot sauce restaurant in Del Mar where you had your first date, and you squeezed yourself into the red dress you wore that night.
Bradley was acting like his brain was short circuiting, and maybe it was. "Holy fucking hell," he groaned, gripping the edge of the dresser when he came to check to see if you were ready to go. He was staring at you like he was in agony as he bit down on his knuckle. He let out a soft wheezing sound before he said, "You're pregnant. In your red dress."
You looked down at yourself; you didn't think it looked that bad. "Yes?"
He rushed forward and grabbed your hand. "That's so fucking sexy. We've gotta go. Now. Or else we'll never leave the house."
"Roo!" you laughed as he pulled you along. "I don't even have shoes on."
He threatened to carry you everywhere before you successfully put on a cute pair of shoes. Then you and he dropped the cookies off at Reuben's place, and you gave the other aviator a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for looking after Bradley. And then the two of you were back in the blue Bronco, winding up the coastal highway as the sun set over the ocean. It was nearly Thanksgiving. It was almost your first wedding anniversary. The Nugget was back to doing somersaults. And finally, you were craving hot sauce again.
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This man already loves his kiddo. BG is about to have a do over for the steak dinner that got ruined when she was in Annapolis. I still don't know what they are doing for Thanksgiving (good thing it's on his to-do list), but they will definitely be celebrating their first anniversary very soon! Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls
PART 4
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what was i made for?



summary: everybody hates you, but luke could never see you that way; luke hates himself, but heâs always going to be the center of your galaxy.
word count: 2.3k
featuring: angst, reader and luke share a vape (sue međ), but also friend dynamics, and official godly parent reveal đ, reader and luke are basically together (without the labels). Â
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âi hate it here,â you announce, taking a seat at the hermes table for breakfast.Â
chris, luke, and katrina all exchange glances. you can sense their nerves from a mile away, and their unease only seems to heighten when you slam your plate and goblet on the table. chris opens his mouth, ready to comment on your behavior, but he decides not to when you throw a nasty glare his way.Â
âwow, youâre heraâs daughter,â katrina teases, nudging your shin with her own from across the table.Â
âno shit, really?â you reply, stabbing a lone strawberry on your plate.
âno seriously, your glare is exactly like hers. i can see her staring at me in disapproval and everything,â katrina continues with a wide smile on her face.
you flash a tight-lipped smile in response, but donât take the bait thatâs dangling in front of you. over the past few months, youâve established quite the reputation at camp half-blood. aside from being something akin to a forbidden child -- because it was always assumed that hera would never have children -- your nasty temper, smart mouth, and enormous ego have led to a number of fights. all of them were petty, with campers making claims about you that were so far into leftfield you were surprised they even caught on.Â
âwhat happened this time?â luke asks, his shoulder brushing against yours when he leans forward to rest his elbows on the table.Â
âthat stupid fucking lava wall,â you grumble, taking a bite of your pancakes.Â
âokayâŚâ katrina prompts, waving her hand in a continue motion.Â
you swallow your food before answering, âi love the lava wall, itâs such a good workout, but i hate that my time slot is the same as the ares kids.âÂ
ânothing new, but whatâd they do now?â katrina asks.Â
âannoy me,â you answer.
luke says your name in the same tone he uses when travis and connor get caught pulling some master prank. you can hear the disappointment in his tone, and that elicits an eye roll from you. he doesnât even know the full story, and heâs already picking a side other than yours, typical.Â
âsorry, that we canât all be the golden child like you,â you sneer, getting up from the table to throw the rest of your food in the burning fire pit.
everybody knows you prayed to your mother when the flames flash a deep purple before flickering back to their normal orange.Â
âiâll talk to her,â katrina says, standing up from her seat.Â
luke lifts up his hand, shakes his head no, and replies, âi got it.âÂ
he follows you out of the dining pavilion and into the woods. you know heâs there because you can hear the cracks of twigs and rustling of bushes as he matches your step. only two people are crazy enough to follow you, but only one of them knows when to walk in silence.
âgo back to camp luke,â you demand, pushing a branch out of the way.Â
ânot until you tell me what the fuck happened at the lava wall,â he answers, dodging the branch before it makes contact with his nose.Â
you stop short, looking at long island sound through a small gap in the trees. luke knows the spot; you two come here frequently. he waits for a moment, admiring your straight back. even when youâre feeling your worst, you still muster up the courage to walk with the confidence of a princess.Â
âthe same old shit. you know the story,â you mumble, eyes squinting from the glare of the sun.Â
luke sighs. he doesnât understand why you put up this mask with him. why do you feel the need to continue being the strong, confident, arrogant, and put-together, daughter of hera when itâs just the two of you? he steps closer to you, standing directly behind you so his arms can wrap around your waist. you lean back into his chest, shoulders sagging in defeat.Â
âi never used to care what people thought of me, now itâs all i can think about. this was supposed to be different, luke,â you whisper.Â
luke doesnât say anything in return. he drops his forehead against the back of your head, and squeezes your hips just a bit tighter. camp was supposed to be different. you were meant to feel wanted and seen; he was meant to become a hero with ultimate glory. from the looks of it, neither of you are anywhere close to getting what you deserve.Â
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some days were harder than others, luke knew this. yet, it didnât make it any easier when one of those hard days came around. each and every time he feels utterly dead to the world, wanting nothing more than to rot away in the comfort of his bottom bunk in the hermes cabin. being head counselor doesnât afford that luxury. so, he takes a deep breath, musters up every ounce of courage his body could possibly possess, and walks out the door.Â
usually, the training arena is quiet in the mornings. nobody, not even the most dedicated warriors, is willing to get up earlier than they need to. sleep is a hot commodity at camp half-blood. and so is privacy. so, luke relishes in the quiet mornings where heâs surrounded by the soft tweets of birds, the slash of his sword, and his heavy breathing. he trains and trains, searching for a way to be good enough again. he used to pray, but after years of going unheard and unanswered, he gave up on connecting with his father.
he thinks of his mother, alone in their house in suburban connecticut. she never doubted hermes, even when he left them for worse; her faith kept her loyal. luke wishes that he had her loyalty, but he doesnât. instead, all he feels is anger and resentment towards his father. he swings his sword again, cutting through the outer layer of the dummy, and watches as the stuffing falls gracefully to the ground. Â
âthatâs a lot of slashes,â you comment, and your voice draws him out of his own head.
he ignores you, continuing on with his practice session.Â
âyou know you can take a break, right?â you ask, coming to stand behind him.Â
lukeâs arm falls to his side, his sword resting against his thigh. his head falls forehead, and he takes in a deep breath, letting the clean air fill his lungs. your hand sneaks between the strap of his bronze breastplate and his bright orange t-shirt. he takes another breath, and your chin digs into his shoulder before you drop a kiss on the exposed skin by the collar of his shirt.Â
you donât say anything, and luke appreciates that about you. ever since your arrival at camp, heâs tried to pinpoint what exactly draws him to you. every time he comes up empty handed, but at this moment he knows itâs your willingness to just let him be. you never force him to be happy or content with the godsâ and their behavior. you embrace the darkness slowly rising inside of him, even when he tries to suppress it.Â
âi just want to be good enough,â luke whispers, finally allowing himself to be vulnerable.Â
your arms tighten around him, and you reply, âyou are good enough.âÂ
ânot for him,â he mumbles.Â
âheâs not good enough for you,â you say assertively.Â
luke doesnât comment on your words. the conviction in your voice is enough to inform him that thereâs no changing your mind. he wishes he believed you, but he doesnât.Â
âyouâre not the one who failed their quest,â luke mumbles.Â
you openly scoff at his words, letting go of him. he waits patiently for your next move and stumbles when you pull him towards your face by the strap of his armor. your eyes met, and luke swear heâs never seen such fury brewing in them.
âdonât ever use that as a determinant of your worth. that quest was impossible luke, and he knew that,â you seethe.Â
luke blinks, letting your words sink in. he canât believe them; he doesnât believe them.Â
âit was my chance, my one chance to show him that iâm worthy,â luke whispers, leaning his forehead against yours.Â
you let out a shaky breath and luke can feel the anger and frustration radiating off you in waves. he knows that if he wasnât holding you in his arms, olympus would fall. he blinks, and youâre standing there, in the middle of crumbled temples and the debris of ancient ruins with the fiercest look in your eyes. youâre heraâs daughter, and youâre loyal to a fault, he thinks.
âi just donât know how much longer i can do this,â he confesses, kissing your earlobe.Â
âme too,â you answer, squeezing him tighter.Â
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the two of you are sitting on the dock, feet dangling over the edge as your toes barely graze the surface of the water. you always meet here after all the campers in the hermes cabin settled into bed. when he was able to sneak out and away from their curious eyes.
âi hate it here,â you whisper, leaning further back into lukeâs chest.
âyou donât hate it here,â he mumbles, fumbling around in the pocket of his cargo pants.Â
âi do,â you answer with certainty. âeverybody here hates me. except maybe you and katrina,â you continue.Â
luke doesnât accept or deny your statement. instead, he just hands you the orange stick. you scoff at him, but take the vape from his hands anyways. one thing about luke, he feeds your addictions; every single one of them. instead of thanking him, like you normally would, you bring the vape to your mouth, inhaling deeply. you wait a second, letting the toxins fill your lungs, and then release the smoke in one puff. thereâs nothing sexy or hot about the action, but luke squeezes your side, pulling you a bit closer.Â
âi canât believe my plug is my boyfriend,â you joke, but thereâs no happiness in your tone.Â
luke pokes your side. you switch the vape to your left hand, holding it out to him. you wait patiently for him to take it, but he doesnât. that confuses you. you turn to face him, forehead bumping against his chin. it hurts, but you just grit your teeth instead of saying anything. luke grimaces, leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead.Â
âthere are other people here who like you,â luke says.
âname them,â you demand, taking another hit.Â
luke takes the item from you, uses it, and then answers, âchris.âÂ
âis your friend not mine,â you reply.Â
luke rolls his eyes. âconnor and travis,â he continues.Â
âenjoy torturing me, not my company. besides, theyâre like ten,â you say.Â
âokay then, what about clarisse?â luke asks.
now itâs your turn to roll your eyes, âclarisse tolerates me.âÂ
âthatâs more than i can say,â luke answers, and you snort at his response.Â
luke smiles softly at you, and you feel your cheeks heat up. you hate when he does that. when he looks at you like youâre the only person he could possibly dream about. there are days where there's such deep admiration for you in his eyes, you wonder if he leaves burnt offerings in your name instead of the gods.
you turn his face in the opposite direction and whisper, âdonât do that.âÂ
âdo what?â he asks nonchalantly. Â
âyou know what,â you answer, shooting him a pointed look.Â
luke grins. itâs proud and cocky, telling you that he knows exactly what heâs doing. his brown eyes crinkle at the corners, and his scar bunches up with the upturn of his lips. you think he looks the prettiest in this moment; in the dark of the night, with messy curls, grimy skin, and a vibrant smile. you turn again, so that your legs are draped across his lap, and wrap your left arm around the back of his neck. lukeâs left hand, the one previously resting against your side, lands on your right thigh, and he squeezes the flesh there as he kisses your temple.Â
âdo you think we moved too fast?â you ask, taking the vape from his right hand.Â
luke waits, expecting you to take a hit, but you just look at him with eager eyes.
âi think weâre doing everything right,â he explains.Â
his words hold a deeper meaning that you refuse to acknowledge at the moment. you know whatâs going on, but you donât want to think about it. what would mother say?, you wonder. you lean your head against lukeâs shoulder, nose brushing against the crook of his neck, and close your eyes.
âdo you think icarus knew he was falling to his death?â luke asks, breaking the silence.
it takes you a moment, but you respond, âmaybe. iâm not sure.â
âi mean he was flying the whole time, and then suddenly, heâs plummeting into the mediterranean,â luke continues, taking the vape from your hand. Â
âmaybe he wanted to die,â you reply, tilting your head to meet his brown eyes.Â
a confused expression overcomes lukeâs face, propelling you to continue on: âhe must have known that the sun would melt the wax, and then his wings would break. i think icarus meant to die, trying to send a message to daedalus or even maybe the gods.â
luke ponders your words for a minute. the gears in his head turning as he contemplates the truth behind your theory. is that what weâre doing?, he wonders. the brewing plans between the two of you linger over his head like a dark cloud, but he canât bring himself to regret anything.
âso icarus had a greater purposeâŚlike us,â luke observes, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
âexactly,â you answer, leaning into his side.Â
luke hands the vape back to you, and you pocket it for good this time. he exhales deeply, engulfing you in a cloud of mango-scented smoke. it burns your lungs, but at least you feel something, which is more than you can say as of lately.Â
âi just want to be happy,â luke announces.Â
âhappy and free,â you decide, kissing his cheek delicately.
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Changbin's Confession
Genre: SMUT, NSFW, 18+ MDNI
Warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Fluff, Flirting, Smut, Light Choking, Rough Sex, Hair pulling, Multiple Orgasms, Pet Names, marking, creampie, aftercare
WC: 4437
You have been friends with the boys for a couple months now, hanging out regularly as they just got back from tour and have some down time. Only knowing them for a few months, you all spend a lot of time getting to know each other. You have a good relationship with all of them, but probably closest with Han and Chan. You three are always joking and fooling around.Â
You join Changbin at the gym occasionally to hang out outside of the group. Felix and Hyunjin usually chill at the dorms with you and watch k-dramas or videos. Minho and you are always eating out, him usually covering for you. Seungmin and Innie are always down to hang out around town shopping and getting boba.Â
Currently, you are hanging out at JYP Entertainment with the boys watching their rehearsal. You loved to just come sit and watch, picking up a few steps here and there as they learn a new dance. Sometimes when they took a break, Hyunjin and Han would go over the steps with you, helping you with the parts you couldnât get at first. The rest of the group just watched the show as you were taught, clapping when you nailed the section.Â
âWho needs the gym, when I have this choreo to keep me in shape.â You huffed, plopping down on the floor in front of them as they leaned against the wall mirror. Innie handed you a water which you chugged half of as Han and Hyunjin sat next to you.Â
âYou donât even need the gym, y/n. You look great.â Han commented, winking at you. You just rolled your eyes, used to all his flirting.
âYeah. You need it though.â Minho jabbed at Han.
Han glared at him, kicking Minho's feet away from him.Â
âYou can always come with me.â Changbin suggested to Han.Â
âNah, Iâm good. Your workouts scare me.â Han shook his head.Â
âHow are they scary?â You asked. âI do themâ
âAnd I donât know how you havenât injured yourself.âÂ
âHe spots me. Helps me do the moves right.â You shrug.Â
âIâll help you with your moves anytime. Just ask.â Han commented, smiling smugly at you.Â
You blush while the boys groan at his cheesy lines. You look up at him and he winks at you. You just shake your head, looking away but smiling.Â
âShould we finish the practice?â Changbin suggested, standing.
âYeah letâs do it.â Chan said, standing up.Â
The boys followed him.
âKeep your eyes on me, y/nâ Han said, resting his hand on your shoulder for a second.Â
âYeah of course. Just you.â You nodded, squinting your eyes and giving into him.Â
You saw Hyunjin just shake his head at you two as they got in formation. You turned around to rest against the mirror and watch. They had you start the song, so once everyone was ready, you counted down and started. They did the choreography all the way through, only stopping once to correct a section. You clapped for them, not surprised that they learned the whole song in mere hours.Â
âWeâll clean it up tomorrow but itâs fine for today.â Chan said.Â
âWhat do you think, y/n? Like it.â Han asked.Â
âWhy are you so obsessed with her?â Minho asked jokingly.Â
âUmmm sheâs funny, gorgeous, and our best friend. Why aren't you obsessed?â Han stated as if it was obvious.Â
You hid your face in your hands, not being able to deal with him.Â
âJi, stopâ you whined.Â
âSorry baby. Iâll stop.â Han sat down next to you.Â
You roll your eyes, smiling at him with your tongue at the corner of your mouth.Â
âWhat do you think of the choreo? HonestlyâŚâ Han asked.Â
âOh I loved it, babe. You guys are great.â You grabbed Hanâs hand as you spoke knowing it would fluster him and get him to chill out with the flirting for a minute.Â
As expected, Han was speechless. His eyes were wide and he couldnât say anything as he looked down at your hand. He didnât pull his hand away even though he knew you were just messing with him. The boys ooooed at him, making him go red and finally let go. You giggled.Â
âAlright boys, letâs get out of here.â Seungmin suggested.Â
They all grabbed their stuff, chatting as they headed out the door. You noticed Changbin moving slower than normal.Â
âYou okay?â You asked him.Â
He looked up, as if surprised you noticed.Â
âYeah.â He said, pursing his lips together.Â
âYou looked great. With the dance, I mean. So donât stress about it.âÂ
Changbin looked at you emotionlessly.Â
You were unsure as to why he was just watching you. Realizing, the rest of the boys already left, you decided to turn and catch up to them.Â
You only got two steps before he spoke.Â
âWhy do you do it?â He asked.Â
âDo what?â You asked, turning around.Â
He wasnât looking at you, but at the floor. One of his hands balled into a fist.Â
âEntertain him. Do you like him?âÂ
âWho? Ji?âÂ
âYes.â He finally locked eyes with you. âDo you like him?â
âAs a friend, yes.âÂ
It was true. You did like him in just a friend way. But you canât say you donât enjoy the flirting. If he asked you out, you would probably give him a chance. But he hasnât actually asked you out. All the flirting these past couple months, you lowkey wonder why he hasnât but you never dwell on it. It was just the banter between you two.
You did however have a major crush on Changbin but played it cool and just built the friendship. You loved your gym hangouts so you could spend time with him in his element. Watch him focusing on the thing he loved. Plus the view of the squats and bench presses werenât hard to look at either. You would be lying if you said him spotting you doesnât give you fanny flutters as his hands rest on your body.Â
âThen why flirt back?â What is that face? Was heâŚhurt?
âI donât know. ItâsâŚ.fun?â You shrug. Â
âWell stop.âÂ
âBin, I-âÂ
âI canât stand seeing you two go at it when I wish it was me you were flirting with. Me whose hand youâre holding. Me who gets toâŚ.â He looked away, unable to finish the sentence as he clenched his jaw.Â
You were silent, processing his words. HeâŚlikes you? He likes you. He wants you to hold his hand. He wants you to flirt with him.
You took a hesitant step forward before the door burst open.Â
âThereâs my girl. I was worried you got lost. Câmon.â Han said, grabbing your hand and dragging you out the practice room.Â
You looked back at Changbin who was biting his lip in anger, looking to the side. Before you could free your arm, you were through the door. You wanted to run back but you also didnât even know what to say. The man you had been daydreaming about since becoming a Stay finally admitting his feelings. And here you had been, flirting with his band mate and best friend the whole time, even despite your feelings. Even though it was innocent banter, it may not have seemed like that to him.Â
You heard the door open again and Changbin joined you all, avoiding eye contact with you. His hat was pulled low over his eyes so you couldnât make out his facial expression. You pulled your arm from Han as you all exited the building and climbed into their cars.Â
Changbin was driving his black Mercedes, Chan in the passenger seat and you and Han in the backseat. Han was rambling on about something as you were twiddling your fingers in your lap.Â
You looked up at Changbin through the rear view mirror, locking eyes. He was the first to look away, focusing back on the road. You looked out the window, Minho driving the others in his black Range Rover next to them.Â
âY/n, will you come with me tomorrow?â Han tapped your arm.
âHuh? Where?âÂ
âTold you she wasnât listening.â Chan commented.Â
âSorry. Iâm listening.â You said.
âWill you come with me shopping? You can tell me what looks good on me.â
âOh. Um sure.â
Han studied you for a moment, causing you to look out the window again.
Your phone buzzed in your hand and you looked down to see a message from Han.Â
Everything okay? Youâve been kinda quietâŚ
You nodded at him before responding.
Yeah. Just tired.
You looked back up to see Changbin watching you again. You gave him a half smile but he just looked back at the road. Han and Chan went back to talking but you drowned them out. Your brain was trying to find any times Changbin hinted at being into you. You couldnât think of anything, confused at how you didnât notice he liked you back.
Then your brain replays all the times you and Han flirted away right in front of him. He never seemed bothered beforeâŚ. But maybe you were just having too much fun to notice. The guilt ate at you the rest of the drive and before long, you were back at their dorm. You all went inside, the boys kicking off their shoes by the door and taking their stuff to their rooms.
Han was the first to come out, seeing you sitting on the couch scrolling your phone.Â
âHey. You wanna wash up first?â
âNah. Iâm just gonna go home and wash up at my place. But Iâll see you tomorrow for shopping.â
âOh okay. You sure?â
âYeah. Iâm good.â
âOkay. Text me when you get home.â
âI will. Tell the boys Iâll see them tomorrow.â
You hugged Han goodbye and headed down to your car. You hopped inside and drove home, reaching in 15 mins. You texted Han as promised and headed into the shower.Â
After your shower, you put on some pajamas and looked at your phone. Only Han texted you, saying he was about to crash. You should text ChangbinâŚÂ
Back at the dorms, Changbin showered and got into some comfy clothes before coming into the living room. Hyunjin and Chan were on the couch talking, Han in the kitchen grabbing a water bottle.Â
He didnât see you and wondered if you were showering in Hanâs room like you usually did. He already washed up, hair still damp as he chugged the water.Â
âWhereâs y/n?â Changbin asked, trying to sound nonchalant.Â
âShe went home. She was tired.â Han answered, walking towards his bedroom.Â
Changbin tried not to show his disappointment. He basically confessed his feelings for you and you didnât get to finish the conversation.Â
He grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge and headed back to his room to text you.Â
He picked up his phone and started typing.Â
   Hey. Was hoping we could finish our conver-
Changbin cleared the message, deciding to go in a different direction.Â
  Hey. Hope you got home okay. Talk tomorrow?
He cleared the message. Not wanting to say that either.Â
He ran his fingers through his hair, thinking. You had texted each other countless times. Why was it so hard to text normally now.
Buzz.Â
Changbin quickly glanced at his phone. It was a text from you.Â
  Can you come over? We should talk.
Changbin looked up from his screen, thinking it over. This talk could go one of two ways and he was nervous it wouldnât go the way he wanted. Better to get it over with. He began to type his reply.
Sure. On my way.
Changbin grabbed his keys, wallet and a jacket, heading out. Seungmin was in the kitchen, his back to Changbin, so he quickly snuck past to the front door. He didn't really have to sneak, but he didnât want to be interrogated about where he was going and have to lie. Or have to tell the truth and they get ideas in their heads.Â
He was at your apartment in 15 mins, standing at the door trying to find the courage to knock. Who knows how this will turn out. Things will be changed one way or another after he steps foot inside.Â
With a heavy sigh, he knocked on the door.Â
You were sitting on the couch scrolling mindlessly through instagram waiting for Changbin to show. You were nervous about where this conversation was going to go. You didnât want to ruin the friendship you had but you would be lying if you said you hadnât wished for this to happen. Now would be your chance to confess your feelings.Â
Knock knock.
You jumped at the sound. He was here.Â
You put your phone on the coffee table and walked over to the door, letting out a quick breath before opening it.Â
âHey.â Your voice just above a whisper.Â
âHey.â
You stepped to the side to let him come in. He walked by you and shrugged his jacket off. He was just wearing grey joggers and a black t-shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly.Â
You made your way over to the couch, him joining you. He was maybe an arms width away as you decided how to start the conversation.Â
âIâm sorry I blew up at you at practice.â Changbin said, not looking at you.Â
âItâs fine.â You watched him look around your apartment. âI was hoping we could finish the conversation.â
Changbin looks up at you then.Â
âIf it bothered you so muchâŚ. Why didnât you tell me?â
He sighed.Â
âIf I told you, then I would have had to admitâŚadmit my feelings.â Changbin looked down, afraid to meet your eyes.Â
âFeelings huh? Interesting. What kind of feelings?â You spoke playfully.Â
He looked up at you, smirking when he saw you smiling at him. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. Meaning you succeeded in lightening the mood.Â
âYou know, the crush kind.â He said, acting nonchalant as he squinted one eye and straightened his posture before smiling at you.Â
âThatâs interesting. I have those feelings too.â
He looked surprised then. âYou do?â
âYep. This really attractive guy I see at the gym often.â
âInteresting.â He nodded before you both started laughing.Â
âI should have asked you out sooner.â Changbin said after you both stopped the giggle fit. âI would have if Iâd known you would have said yes.â
âWell you should have asked anyway.âÂ
Changbin looked at you then and you noticed his eyes drop to your lips. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, before meeting your eyes again.Â
You donât know what came over you, but you moved to close the gap between you two. You swung your leg over to straddle him, relaxing on his thighs as a look of shock took over his face.Â
His hands instinctively went to your waist.Â
âLast chance to back out.â You whispered.Â
Changbin crashed his lips onto yours as his grip on your hips got harder. His tongue swiped across your lips and you parted, allowing his tongue to tangle with yours. You rocked your hips as you deepened the kiss, Changbin letting out a groan.Â
You paused to catch your breaths, smiling at the growing bulge in his pants.Â
âYou have no idea how long I wanted to do that.â Changbin panted.Â
âIâm sure Iâve wanted it longer.â
âYour time as a Stay doesnât count.âÂ
âThatâs not fair.â You pouted. âPlus Iâm still a Stay.â
âYouâre cute when you pout.âÂ
âAnd youâre hot when youâre jealous.â
Changbinâs cheeks flushed red. He pushed you down onto the couch, hovering over you.
âI just want you to be mine.â Changbin breathed, kissing your neck.
You let out a moan at the contact.
âMake that sound again, and Iâm not going to be able to control myself.â He whispered.
You smiled, wrapping your legs around his waist. He smirked, kissing you again as he flushed his hips against yours. You moaned again and he groaned, kissing down your neck. He slipped his hands under your shirt and pulled it off. You sat up and he took the chance to unclip your bra.
You laid back down and Changbin was quick to attach his lips to your nipple. He sucked hard, teasing with his tongue.
âChangbinâ you whispered, melting into his touch. It was so forceful but soft.
âI love when you moan my name.â He said, switching his attention to your other nipple.
Your hands trailed down his sides to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He pulled it over his head and you admired his toned chest, arms, and abs as he panted.
âIâm not fucking you on a couch. Câmon.â He said, scooping you up and carrying you into your room.
He laid you down on the bed and pulled off your shorts and underwear in one go. He kissed the bottom of your foot and you flinched, giggling.
âTicklish?â He asked, eyes twinkling with mischief.
Before you could answer, he tickled the bottom of your foot.
âBinnie, stopâ you whined through giggles.
You tried to pull your foot away but he was stronger.
âBinnie.â
âYes, angel?â He asked, kissing your ankle and up your leg.
You could feel his warm breath at your core, before his tongue swiped your folds.
âSo wet for me.â He spoke.
âMmmâ was all you could say as he brought his tongue to your clit and circled around it.
His hands ran down your inner thighs and pushed them open. He licked through before pushing his tongue inside you. You were a moaning mess as he switched between kitten licks and plunging his tongue into your clenching hole. You wanted to feel him all the way inside you.
One hand left your thigh and grazed your folds before pushing two fingers inside. Your stomach began tightening as he pumped his fingers. His tongue still danced around your clit and you felt yourself about to come undone. You were clenched around his fingers waiting for release.
âThatâs it, princess. Cum for me.â Changbin whispered.
He curled his fingers and hit the sweet spot just right. You back arched off the bed as you gripped the sheets. Your high washed over you as a loud moan escaped your lips.
He helped you through your high before pulling his fingers out and sucking your juices off.
âFuck, you taste amazing.â He said, crawling up over you and connecting your lips.
You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer.
âSo needy.â He groaned, smirking as he ran his fingers down the side of your face.
They dragged down your neck, stopping at your collarbone before he wrapped them lightly around your neck. Your lips parted in response and he took the chance to lick your bottom lip then mingle your tongues together. This kiss was slow and hot, neither one of you wanting to pull away.
The need for oxygen took over and you separated, foreheads still touching.
âBinnie.â You whispered. âI need you.â
âYeah? Show me how much.â
You pushed him up and off you, kneeling in front of him. You looked up at him and he almost broke seeing you like this. Instead, he just nodded at you and you pulled down his pants and underwear at once.
His hard, thick dick popped out and you felt a pang of nervousness about him filling you up. He was definitely the biggest youâve seen.
Swiping your thumb over the bead of precum on his tip, you began stroking him. He groaned, feeling your hands on him, working their magic. You did this a few times before taking him into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his tip as your hand strokes what wouldnât fit in your mouth.
He hissed and groaned as you bobbed your head, pausing here and there to run your tongue or thumb over his slit. After a few moments, he gripped your hair in his hand, forcing you to take all of him in your mouth.
You felt him hit the back of your throat a couple times, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you fought the urge to gag. He finally pulled out and you stroked him as you caught your breath.
âFuck, I almost came.â He says, lifting you up and pushing you back on the bed.
He pressed his lips to yours as his legs pushed yours open. You felt him rub his dick through your folds and a moan left your lips. He groaned in satisfaction at how he made you so vocal.
âReady?â He asked.
You nodded.
âWords, angel. Use your words.â He kissed your neck and nibbled your ear.
âYes.â You breathed. âIâm ready.â
âIâll go slow.â He leaned up.
Lining himself up, he began to slowly sink inside of you. You gasped as he slowly stretched you out.
âFuck.â You hissed.
âGood girl. Youâre taking me so well.â He cooed, hands rubbing your inner thighs.
He finally bottomed out, leaning over you once more. He didnât move as he let you adjust. He kissed your cheeks, your neck, and your lips before looking into your eyes. He slowly pulled out up to his tip before pushing back into you.
âYouâre so tight, baby. Fuck.â He whispered in your ear as he pulled out again.
You swallowed, adjusting to his size. He was undoubtedly the biggest you had. He pushed back in and you moaned.Â
âOkay.â You said, letting him know he can pick up the pace.
He begins thrusting at a faster tempo and you feel yourself already building. The knot in your stomach getting tighter as he kept the pace. This went on for several minutes before you clenched around him, making him groan.
âIâm cl-close.â You breathed.
âLet go baby.â He encouraged.
At his words, you reached your high and a loud moan left your lips. Loud enough the neighbors probably heard but you didnât care. He helped you ride your high as your nails dragged down his back and you screamed his name.
Once you came down, he pulled out and you whimpered at the loss.
âFlip over, baby.â
You got up on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed and he came behind you. One hand on your hip and the other guiding him as he pushed into you all the way.
You moaned, him impossibly deeper this way as he pounded into you. You cried out as felt so good gliding against your soft walls. You took every inch he mercilessly gave.
He collected your hair in one hand, using it to pull you up so your back was pressed against his chest, his speed never slowing. His free hand groped your boob, tweaking your nipple.
Groaning in your ear, he tweaked the other and you felt like you were seeing stars. Your high was fast approaching with him entering you at this angle.
âBe a good girl and cum for me again.â He kissed your neck and you felt your orgasm wash over you.Â
Your hands gripped his arm as he held you against him. As you came down for the third time that evening, you were on cloud nine. He kissed your neck before releasing your boobs and pulling out. He laid down next to you, pulling you over him so you were straddling him.
You lined him up and sank down on him, moaning as he smacked your ass and leaned up to connect your lips. You rolled your hips, grinding down on him as you were lost in each otherâs mouths. He groaned as you made circles with your hips and you tilted your head back at the sound.
He sucked on your neck, leaving a mark, before laying back down and grabbing your hips. He put his heels into the mattress and began thrusting up into you. Your hands immediately rested on his chest, steadying yourself as he picked up the pace. It was fast and you cried out in pleasure.Â
âBinnie I-⌠Ahâ you tried to speak but you couldnât form a sentence as you squeezed your eyes shut.
âOpen your eyes, angel. Look at me.â He said and you did.Â
His eyes were dark and filled with lust as he drilled into you.
âCum with me, baby.â He said, biting his lip.
You didnât think you had another one in you, but there was the familiar knot in your stomach again, building even as he slowed into long, deep strokes. You knew you were going to feel this in the morning.
You clenched, feeling yourself at the edge of your orgasm.Â
âFuck.â He hissed and you felt his hot liquid squirting inside you.
The feeling of him and his groans were enough to push you over the edge. You gripped his arms, clenching around him as you came, hard. Your toes curled as another moan left your lips.
âFuckâ you breathed, coming down.
âGood job, baby.â He panted. âThatâs my girl.â
You relaxed, laying on his chest as he rubbed your back. You both were breathing heavily as you came down from your highs. Moments of silence passed as you enjoyed the moment together.
âWhy didnât we do that sooner?â You broke the silence.
He laughed.
âI donât know. I should have snapped at you sooner.â He responded.
You sat up, looking down at him.
âWhat?â He asked.
âWhat are we going to tell everyone?â
âGood question.â He sat up. âHow aboutâŚ. youâre my girlfriend?â
âAm I now?âÂ
âOnly if you want to be.â
âIâll think about it.â You shrugged like it was no big deal.
He scoffed at you and you kissed him lightly on the lips before moving off of him, laying down on the bed. He got up, disappearing into your bathroom before returning with a washcloth to clean you up. You flinched, still sensitive and he gave a light kiss to your stomach before going back to your bathroom.
When he returned, you were under the covers smiling at him. He climbed in behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist.
âWonât the boys wonder where you are?â
âLet them. Iâm staying here tonight.â He kissed your cheek.
You turned around and kissed him. He smiled at you and you turned back, snuggling into him. Exhaustion taking over your body after the night you just had.
âOh, one more thing.â He said.
âWhat?â
âNo more flirting with Jisung.â
âUgh, fine. Ruin all my fun.â You heard him chuckle before kissing your shoulder. Smiling, you settled into bed and let sleep take you over.
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Pairing: Idol!Lee Know x afab Ninth Member!reader Request: Yes Theme: Friends to Lovers Contains: Anxiety, Hurt/comfort, jealousy, teeny angst if you squint. There is no smut in this part, its all buildup lmao sorry but there will be smut in the next part. Word Count: 10k+ Note: This is a work of fiction and does not portray any of the members irl. I decided to go with a friends to lovers slow burn since you wanted a longer fic anon and I figured I could do a bit more like this, and I was correct, I started writing and just like never stopped? This has become a behemoth of a story and I'll be releasing it in two parts because damn. I know you requested this like a year ago but life happened hard, hopefully you still get to read it.

Author's Personal Note: This week has been awful. I can't describe how tired and scared I have been since Tuesday morning. I haven't written in almost a year because my motivation just was not there and I don't know if it was the existential dread or the overwhelming urge to just be in control of some narrative that drove me to start writing this absolute beast of a story but here we are. Enjoy it, don't, I don't really care either way.
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Snow blankets the surrounding hills as you burrow yourself further into your winter puffer. The boys are all running around the field, throwing snowballs at each other and cackling wildly. You chuckle to yourself seeing their childlike display. You have all gathered to film SKZCode "Winter is Coming" (you and the boys had been binge watching Game of Thrones in your free time and decided to take a little inspiration from it for the title) You let out a laugh when you see Changbin nail Hyunjin in the back of the head with a snowball and in true Jinnie fashion Hyunjin dramatically flails on the ground until Changbin comes over to comfort him.
You had been through so much with these eight boys, late nights in the studio recording your parts until they were perfect, early mornings in the dance studio drilling choreography until it was perfect, you loved it all, but moments like these when you could all let loose and have some fun? Those were your favorites.
Being the only woman in the group was a bit of a challenge in some ways, but it was nice having eight guys to look out for you in every aspect of life. You had formed a bond with these guys over the years, each friendship blossoming and holding something unique.
If you ever needed a shoulder to cry on, you knew you could turn to your leader Bang Chan and he wouldn't just comfort you, he would help you figure out what to do. Only one year your senior and yet his wisdom was that of an 85 year old war vet. Chan was your rock.
Need workout tips or someone to belt girl group songs with? Changbin was your man. He was always willing to help you stay healthy, whether that be helping you with your fitness routine, or working on your mental health. Changbin was there for you when antis said you looked too fat and cheered you up all night. He was the ultimate hype man.
Felix was often in your dorm baking with you when you were stressed (stress baking is both a blessing and a curse). He would massage your shoulders when you got too tense. He really was the sunshine in your life.
Whenever you wanted to try something newâa restaurant, an online game, anything at allâSeungmin would join you. He would say he had been meaning to go there or try that anyway, and this just gave him an excuse, but you knew he did it, so you didn't ever feel lonely. He was like the little brother you never had.
You and Hyunjin bonded over your love for art. The two of you had done all the cheesy trends where you paint for ten minutes then swap paintings until they are both finished (it ended up with an abomination with a cat head and a wolf body, you named it Lee Bang after Felix, Bang Chan, and Lee Know, you both laughed so hard you were in tears) you also would often sketch one another to get better at portraits. Time spent with Hyunjin was always amazing.
Anytime you had a fashion emergency you knew you could count on Innie. He would roast your outfits when they were too "millennial sheik" as he would say, but then immediately assist. He was also great to couch rot and watch movies with on your off days. He was basically your bestie.
Anytime you were feeling down and you just really needed a good laugh you knew that you could turn to Jisung. You and Jisung had bonded very hard very early on because you both suffer from anxiety and panic attacks. The two of you had helped each other through so many at this point it was basically second nature. When you ugly sob in front of someone and they trust you enough to do it in return you know it's a friendship built to last. You and Jisung were basically soulmates.
Finally there was Minho. Your relationship with Minho was⌠interesting, to say the least. You grew close with him simply because he was your soulmate's soulmate. Anywhere Minho went, Jisung went, and anywhere Jisung went, you went. So the three of you grew very close very fast. Minho's sense of humor perfectly matched yours and the two of you would often bicker back and forth simply because it was fun and it often drove the other members crazy. The bickering started innocently enough, however, a few months ago something changed. The bickering you loved became⌠borderline flirty? The other members often referred to you both as a married couple and would call Jisung your son. It was all in good fun and it really didn't bother you, but every time someone outside the group made the same jokes, Minho would get this look on his face. You couldn't quite place the emotion behind it, but you recently found yourself thinking about it for much too long.
You are brought back to the present from your ruminating when something wet and cold hits the back of your head followed by maniacal laughter.
"Minnie, that was evil!" You try to sound mad but you can't hide the giggles that escape you at the younger boys' antics. He just sticks his tongue out as you and laughs while running away.
You are fully laughing now, trying to shake the snow out of your hair when you feel warm arms wrap around you from behind.
"You're shivering little moon bear" Minho's breathy chuckle ruffles your hair and you laugh.
Shuffling in his arms to face him you look up and pout. "It's cold out! Of course I'm shivering Min. And why do you insist on referring to me by my SKZOO?"
"Because I find the little pout you do every time I do adorable." He smirks down at you and you think the flush adorning your ears is no longer just from the cold.
"YOH LOVEBIRDS GET OVER HERE IT'S TIME TO FILM!" Changbin's voice rings out over the set and you flinch a little which causes Minho to hold you just a bit tighter.
"Come on moon bear, time to film." He gently whispers to you while tucking you under his arm and leading you toward the group.
~â¨~
Filming was going great! Sledding with a pitcher of water was pretty hard but you had loads of fun and managed not to come in last. When it came to the balloon popping portion Minho decided to come behind you like he had before filming and wrap his arms around you.
He leaned in to whisper in your ear "You looked cold again little moon bear." You chuckled when he began swaying you both side to side.
"You're going to start a dating rumor if you keep this up Min." You whispered back.
"Let people talk, how can I just stand by while my favorite girl freezes?" Your breath hitched a little at the comment, whispered so close to your ear you could almost feel his lips on your skin.
"Fair, but you have to deal with the staff if it becomes a problem." You sighed out, settling into his warm arms.
He was glued to you for the rest of the shoot.
~â¨~
After getting home from the very fun, very cold, shoot, you decided to take a nice long hot shower and then maybe order some delivery when you got out.
You took your time in the shower until you were basically out of hot water then wrapped yourself in your fluffiest towel and went to the kitchen for some water. Your heart almost fell out of your ass and you let out a shriek when you walked by your living room and saw two people sitting on your couch.
"Y/NNIE My eardrums! Why did you have to scream so loud?" Jisung wailed from his spot on the couch.
"Yeah you baby it's just us damn." Minho scoffed. They both froze when they turned and saw you in just a towel, Minho's ears turning a fiery red and Jisung's eyes going wide. They both quickly looked away and started stammering out apologies, not realizing your state of dress. You let out a giggle at their reactions.
"Chill guys, you act like you've never seen a girl in a towel before, you just scared the shit out of me because I didn't know you were coming." They both let out a little laugh at that and relaxed a bit into the couch, still looking anywhere other than at your towel-clad form.
"Sorry, we wanted to surprise you with Kimchi Jjigae since you were so cold today and maybe watch some movies?" Jisung said quietly.
"You brought food? Ignore my previous complaints, Ji, Min, you are both angels who could do no wrong and I love you with all my heart! Let me put some clothes on then we can watch whatever you want yeah?"
"Yeah" "Sounds good" The boys yelled back as you went to your room to change.
You all spent the rest of the night tangled up on the couch watching shitty rom-coms
~â¨~
The next morning after dance practice you get home and shower then realize that you're finally going to have a morning free the next day. Scrolling through your phone looking for things to do you come across a poster for the newest horror flick that's showing tonight. You screenshot it and drop it into the group chat titled "SoulBros" Jisung's idea.
SoulBros:
JiJiđđĽ°đ: Oh hell no! That movie looks way too scary! Sorry love ur on ur own.
Minđđđ: Sorry I promised Lix I would help him with the new choreo.
đBear: You both suck :/ Guess I'll go alone.
JiJiđđĽ°đ: Noona ur so old just use emojis đ
You laugh at Ji's dig; it is accurate. You guess it's time to pull out the big guns. You dial the number on your phone, and on the third ring, it picks up.
"Yes old lady?" You scoff at his (fake) disrespect.
"Minnie, I want to go see the new horror movie tonight because we have a free morning tomorrow but Ji is too scared to come and Minho is busy. Should I go alone?" You bite back your smile knowing what he is going to say.
Seungmin's voice cracks a bit over the phone call and you hear sheets rustling. "That new one about the witch in the woods? I've actually been wanting to see that too but everyone's too scared to come with me. I could go with you if you want?" You smile to yourself, you knew he wouldn't let you go to the movies alone, let alone to a horror film.
~â¨~
"That was INSANE! I had no idea he had a brother the whole time!" You are bouncing up and down, filled with adrenaline from the movie.
"Yeah, that was a twist I actually didn't see coming. Pretty crazy." Seungmin is acting all calm but you know he enjoyed the movie as well.
"Hey Minnie, thanks for coming with me. I had a really fun time!" You say while ruffling his hair.
"Yeah yeah, like I said, I wanted to see it too."
"Hey wanna go grab some food before we go home? There's this hot pot spot nearby I've been dying to try!" You look at him with puppy-dog eyes and he lets out a sigh.
"Yeah I'm pretty hungry, and hot pot does sound amazing right about now."
~â¨~
After stuffing your faces at the new hot pot place you finally made your way back home. Walking in you let out a long satisfied sigh and take off your shoes.
"Someone's home late." You nearly jump out of your skin at the grumbly voice coming from your living room.
"Jesus Fuck Min one of these days you're gonna give me a heart attack!" You yell out while grabbing a blanket from your armchair and bringing it to the couch where you unceremoniously plop down next to Minho who acts annoyed at your proximity but is quick to wrap an arm around you.
"Where were you? I've been here for like thirty minutes." He almost sounds⌠worried? Angry? You can't place it.
"Oh I just went to see that movie I texted you and Ji about then went and got some hot pot."
"Alone?"
"Oh no, Minnie came with me. Said he had been wanting to see the movie too but you know that kid, he just doesn't like me doing things alone." Minho grumbles something that you can't quite make out but then squeezes you to his side and turns on the TV.
"What was that Min?"
"I would've gone with you." He looks you dead in the eyes when he says it. You can't figure it out but it almost seems like he's mad at you?
"Well sorry Min, you said you were busy and I didn't know you wanted to see the movie too, I'd see it again if you wanted to go see it?" You try smiling at him to quell whatever was going on with him and it seems to work because he cracks a tiny smile and just pulls you closer to him while putting on the first shitty rom-com he sees.
~â¨~
It was finally time for the next SKZCode! The staff didn't tell anyone what these episodes would be about but said you would all have fun.
You walked into the studio and saw a giant game board and war flashbacks of the last time you all played monopoly flashed through your mind. Images of Hyunjin screaming at Seungmin for putting a hotel on the most expensive rent on the board and Seungmin's shit-eating grin flashed through your mind.
The staff quickly explained the game and everyone got super excited. SoulRACHA was glued together any chance you got as per usual and everything was going great⌠until they announced the heart fluttering game.
Now, you wouldn't say your heart fluttered easily, if Felix had tried to get your heart racing you're sure you would be fine. Changbin? Piece of cake. Of course, you've never been very lucky.
You get paired with Minho. The expert at getting you worked up. (When you bicker! Get your mind out of the gutter.)
"Will you be able to hear what we say?" Minho tries to look innocent as he asks the question, but you can already feel the heat rising to your cheeks.
"Only if you speak loudly, we decided it would be more fun if STAY can't hear what you whisper to each other." One of the staff quickly explains.
Minho's grin turns sinister and a single thought crosses your mind.
I am so fucked.
Minho stalks toward you once the camera starts rolling and comes around behind you to wrap his arms around you like always. You can handle this, this is normal for you two. Your heart rate stays the same.
You feel him lean in until his lips are almost touching your ear.
"Hey there, little moon bear. This skirt you wore today is very pretty, did you wear it for STAY or for me?" He whispers so only you can hear. He is so close to you that you feel his breath tickling your ear.
The ears wiggle a little bit then settle. You can do this Y/N, Pull it together.
Minho notices and chuckles, pulling you tighter against him.
"I'm sure your pretty skirt would look even better with someone's hands underneath it."
You let out a gasp and the guys go wild. You know STAY's are going to have a field day with this footage. You are now squirming in Minho's tight grip, trying to escape his now searing hands, a burning flush spreading across your face.
Minho almost sounds surprised when he breathes out "Shit."
You think about his words and his arms wrapped around you all night.
~â¨~
MinBear has become your official ship name from STAY's, after Minho's stunt during the last SKZCode STAY have been posting online about the possibility of you two dating.
You, Minho, and Jisung just laugh about it whenever it gets brought up and everything seems to go back to normal between you and Minho.
If you dream about him whispering those words in your ear at night, well that's just nobody's business.
~â¨~
During the next SKZCode the staff decides to play into STAY's delusions and make you and Minho play husband and wife. The catch? Minho is the wife.
~â¨~
"HAHAHA HYUNG, NOONA, WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!" Innie's voice carries across the room when you and Minho walk into the room. Minho is in the brown wig from SKZ Family, a gaudy pink dress with far too many ruffles, and ballet flats with little pink bows on them while you are wearing a wig with a receding hairline (bye bye idol image), a flannel shirt, and blue jeans. The boys all burst out laughing when you two strike a pose and show off your "wedding rings" (they are blue raspberry ring pops).
"Hello everyone! I am Joe and this is my second wife Mindy!" You smile at the group and they all start howling with laughter one again.
You both decided to play into the roles WAY too much to hopefully show STAY that you two really are just best friends. You don't need the dating rumors to turn into a full blown scandal.
"Oh baby, dear, my loveliest little sunflower, who do you think is the killer?" You turn to Minho and try to hold back your laughter at seeing him wrestle with the ruffles that keep coming up from the collar and tickling his nose.
"Oh my handsome, manly, bravest lionheart, I think it was that barista for sure!" He looks up and bats his eyelashes at you for dramatic effect.
And for some reason, instead of spewing back some heinously cheesy line, you are struck with a totally unwelcome thought.
Minho is so Pretty.
What the fuck?
~â¨~
The rest of the shoot goes by fairly quickly. It devolves into chaos, as things normally do with the nine of you. But the rest of the time you are a little more fidgety than usual. The unwelcome thought about your best friend Minho burrowing into your brain until it fully settles and the shoot is over and you are left with the realization that your best friend is pretty.
You'd rather not unpack that.
~â¨~
A few weeks pass by and you successfully manage to bury your realization about Minho deep in your subconscious to the point where you haven't thought about it in two whole days! (That's impressive! Really! You initially thought about it at least five times a day⌠okay like five times an hour)
Finally the group had a whole weekend off! No SKZCode, no crazy schedules, just you, your two best friends, a mountain of takeout and snacks, and a movie marathon.
"Pass the popcorn Ji!" You made grabby hands at Jisung and he just laughed and passed over the bowl.
"Oi! Ya big babies scooch and make some room I wanna be in the middle." Minho yelled out, passing you both a soju bottle.
"Oooohh hyung you know me so well! I love the Strawberry soju!" Jisung grabbed his bottle, smiling up at Minho.
"And you got me yogurt flavored? You must really love us Min!" You smiled up at Minho.
Minho looked down at Jisung then over to you where his eyes lingered a beat too long. You held eye contact until it was a bit too much for you and you looked away. You heard Minho let out a small chuckle as he sat between you and Jisung.
"A toast! To my two best friends, Soulmates, and other cheesy shit!" Minho laughed while raising his own soju.
"To other cheesy shit!" You and Ji said in unison, toasting and gulping down some soju.
You three continued drinking and laughing and having a blast while the movies played in the background. At some point Minho had put his arms around you and Ji and the two of you were snuggling into him watching the movie. You were pulled out of your focus when you started to hear soft snoring coming from Minho's lap where Jisung's head was resting. You smiled and reached over to softly comb your fingers through his hair. You felt Minho softly chuckle under you and you lifted your head to meet his eyes where he was smiling down fondly at you and Ji.
"You two are so adorable, " he said softly, trying not to wake Jisung. You smiled, and your hazy mind decided that was the moment to open the box you had sealed shut weeks ago.
"You're so pretty Min." You all but whispered the words, but Minho heard you loud and clear. His breath lightly hitched and he raised his hand to stroke your cheek.
"You are so beautiful my little moon bear."
~â¨~
Weeks passed and the movie night incident was never spoken of. The shared moment between you and Minho had been something so soft and intimate you were afraid of what you would say if he ever brought it up. But thankfully he never did. So you just went on with your life. Your schedule was about to get busy again anyway so there was plenty to keep it out of your mind⌠right?
~â¨~
You can't get it out of your head. No matter what you do it is all you can think about and it is stressing you out. So you do what you do every time you get stressed.
You bake.
After gathering all the ingredients you snap a picture and send it off to Felix.
Y/nnieđ¤Šđ§: [Photo Attached]
Lixxieđ°đŤ: I'm on my way.
Felix knew you really only baked when you were stressed out since you never really had the time but the act made you calm down a bit so when he got the picture of all the baking supplies he must have known that you needed a friend because not even twenty minutes later there you were in your kitchen baking enough brownies to feed a small town.
"Soooo, you gonna tell me what brought this stress baking spree on?" He asked softly like he was coaxing a cat out from under the bed. You almost wanted to laugh.
"What gave me away?" You laughed.
"Well when you are baking just to bake you usually only make enough for the nine of us, this is enough to feed the whole company Y/nnie, so tell me what's going on?" You let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding and put down your baking tools.
"Lix I don't even know what's going on to be honest. Things with one of my good friends have recently gotten a littleâŚtense? Weird? I don't know. And I don't know if it's just me or if they are feeling it too you know?" Felix is looking at you like he knows exactly what you're talking about and you briefly panic wondering if he can read minds. Then he lets out a sigh and pulls you in for a hug. You melt into his familiar embrace and allow him to hold you while he slowly speaks.
"Things being weird between friends is never fun. In my experience the best way to fix things is through open communication. Just tell this person what you feel and see if they feel the same then go from there." He says while slowly stroking your hair.
"That's the issue Lix, I don't know what I am feeling."
"Ah, well that seems like a good place to start then yeah?"
~â¨~
You haven't had time to think about what you and Lix had talked about. Between recording and practicing choreography you barely had time to eat let alone think. So you focused on work. For now.
The next scheduled SKZCode was going to be a haunted house.
Now here's the thing. Haunted houses are objectively not scary. HOWEVER, if someone with you jumps, you tend to jump as well. If someone screams, so do you. So if you are paired with a scaredy cat, you will get scared. And the staff love to make you seem extra cutesy since you are the only girl so of course you get paired with Minho and Jisung.
Jisung is going to get scared. You know in your heart that he is going to scream and he might even cry. Minho on the other hand is going to try and scare you and Ji, and it is going to work. You know this because the three of you have gone to haunted houses together before and that is exactly what happened.
So you resigned yourself to your fate.
~â¨~
"Noona, hyung, I am so scared, what if a real monster snuck on set and is hiding with the staff members and it sees us and eats us?" Ji whimpered as he clung onto one of Minho's arms.
"Sungie that's silly, a monster wouldn't eat us here on camera, it would follow us home and eat us there so there was no proof!" Minho snickers as you whack his side.
"Don't scare our poor Ji any more than he already is Min! His poor little heart can't take it!" you hiss at him under your breath. Your slightly shaky voice gives away the fact that you too were getting scared.
"Oh relax y/nnie, Sungie and you are gonna be just fine with me here to protect you." Minho said softly while squeezing you a little more into his side.
Well that was new. He'd usually make fun of you for getting scared and try to rile you up even more. But his tone⌠it was the same one he had used during the movie night.
That was definitely something you didn't want to think about right now while you were on camera.
You continued through the haunted house, nothing really getting to you, until you opened one room and walked into complete darkness.
Your breath hitched and you clung to Minho a bit tighter. He responded by rubbing soothing circles onto your arm and pulling you a bit closer into his side.
The lights came on and a staff in a costume jumped out and scared you. You and Jisung started screaming and Minho flung himself in front of you. Your eyes widened at the gesture and you looked over to Jisung only to see him looking between you and Minho with a questioning look on his face. This was definitely going to cause a dating scandal if you didn't do something quick, so without skipping a beat you grabbed Jisung and dramatically clung to him. He seemed to get the message and reciprocated. The both of you clinging onto one another while yelling. The whole scene was honestly quite hilarious and adorable.
Minho seemed to come out of it and turned around to see his two best friends clinging onto one another dramatically and cracked a smile before full blown laughing at you two. You and Jisung slowly looked at one another and slowly detangled your limbs, then burst out laughing.
With the tension dissipated you all went through the rest of the haunted house without any further incidents.
Yet Minho's tone rang in your ears, reminding you of what he said last time
"You are so beautiful my little moon bear."
~â¨~
The next SKZCode was coming up and the group had been gushing about it the whole time. A camping trip! You would get to play games with the guys, eat delicious food, and even go fishing! The catch? You would all be sleeping on the floor in the same room. Normally this would be no problem. You would cuddle up with Jisung and Minho and all would be good. Now though?
You decided to finally listen to Felix and figure out what you were feeling by laying out some facts.
Fact one: You think Minho is pretty, like unfairly pretty, but then again so does everyone else. So that could mean anything really.
Fact two: Minho acted really weird when you went to the movies with Seungmin, something you do very frequently. You have no clue what that was.
Fact three: When Minho whispered something dirty in your ear it caused something to flutter in you. He was just joking and trying to get your heart racing for the game so surely it meant nothing right?
Fact four: You called Minho pretty and he called you beautiful. You had said things like that before but never whispered and inches from each other's faces⌠That one⌠you don't know what to do with.
Fact five: You are clueless as to what all this means.
Cool. Well that was a waste of time.
~â¨~
You and the boys piled out of the cars and started to get everything ready for the night. You split off into groups, people needed to go shopping, people needed to cook, people decided to do each other's hair? Not really sure what that has to do with camping but you, Minho, and Jisung gave each other silly little hairdos and everything was great. The day absolutely flew by and you were doing so great not thinking about the way Minho makes you feel.
Finally you were all seated around the campfire. Jisung got saddled with cooking everyone breakfast in the morning and even though he is your best friend you do not want to wake up early so you start to devise a plan to get out of it.
Chan peels Jisung a sweet potato to appeal to him. Damn that's hard to top. You are scrambling to come up with something to top that and miss what is being said until you hear Minho's voice.
"I won't be fake either. I love you."
Everyone burst out laughing at Minho's proclamation to Jisung but you feel⌠weird. You are looking between Jisung and Minho and there's this pit in your stomach, almost likeâŚ
No
No fucking way.
No way are you jealous right now.
Jisung and Minho are best friends just like you and Minho and you and Ji are⌠and yetâŚ
Shit.
Everything starts to make sense, the bickering, the playful flirting, the butterflies in your stomach.
You have a huge fucking crush on Lee Minho.
As you come to this realization, you lock eyes with him from across the campfire. His smirk softens, and he gently smiles at you.
Oh fuck, what are you going to do?
~â¨~
You all lay down for the night and as usual you are sandwiched between your two boys, not so usual, you are clinging to Ji like your life depends on it and are slowly scooting further from Minho's touch.
He giggles probably thinking you are messing with him and grabs your waist to pull you flush to him.
"Where do you think you're going, little moon bear?" He whispers into your ear.
You almost whimper. Almost. You manage to pull your shit together because you are all still on camera and make a show of grabbing for Jisung in front of you.
"I'm cold! I need Ji's heat or else I'll die in the night!" You say dramatically, trying to play it off. Minho must buy it because he remains silent behind you and the three of you get cozy before eventually falling asleep.
~â¨~
You wake up in the morning With Minho's entire body wrapped around you. Jisung is trying to get up so he can go to the store with Chan.
"Noona, I've got to go so I can make you breakfast, promise I'll be back soon." Jisung laughs as you pout at him leaving you and you sigh and grumble. You are still a bit cold so you shimmy around so you are now facing Minho.
He is still asleep, so you allow yourself to look at him. You take in his cute little bunny teeth, the little mole on his nose, and his eyelashes fluttering. Oh, his eyes are open, and he caught you staring.
Well that's fucking embarrassing.
He just smiles and pulls you in a little tighter, looking back at you. His eyes pass from your eyes, to your nose, and down to your lips where he lingers for a moment too long. Then he looks back into your eyes.
"Good morning moon bear." He softly whispers. You feel his breath fan against your face and you try not to let your eyelashes flutter at the action.
"Good morning Min." You whisper back. His eyelashes do flutter and you have to hold yourself back from jumping to any conclusions. For a few moments you just gaze into each other's eyes in silence. Finally he reaches a hand up and brushes your cheek.
"Beautiful." It's the smallest whisper but you are barely an inch from his face so you catch it. Minho adjusts his hand so he is now cupping your cheek and your heart starts to hammer in your chest.
Is he about to kiss you?
"Min." It's a breathless whisper, you're so close to him now you're sure he felt it more than heard it.
"WHO WANTS RAMYEON?!" Jisung's voice wakes everyone up and the moment passes. Minho's eyes close and he seems to be frustrated.
You are dying inside.
Was he about to kiss you?
~â¨~
The day passes too quickly. You all eat and play games and everything is totally normal on the surface. You have to be normal because you are being filmed. Minho doesn't act any differently, he certainly doesn't bring up the almost-maybe kiss. You decide that if he wants to talk about it then he will talk to you. So you do what you do best.
You perform for the camera and ignore your stupid feelings.
~â¨~
You're full on spiraling at this point. Every time you close your eyes you see Minho gazing into your eyes, about to pull you in.
You shake your head. No, this isn't real. Your silly little crush is making you delusional. Minho wasn't going to kiss you, he just called you beautiful and held your face because⌠because⌠well you can't think of another explanation, but there must be one because it has been days and Minho hasn't brought it up and if he wanted to kiss you then surely he would have brought it up⌠right?
Fuck this.
The next SKZCode is coming up and you can just focus on that and not Minho's sparkling eyes, his plush lips, his little nose mole⌠Fuck. You are officially down bad.
Well you know what that means.
It's time to do something stupid.
~â¨~
"Innie! I need your help!" You shout as you walk into the boys dorm. The brunette pops his head out of his door and looks you up and down.
"Yeah I'd say you definitely do." He says distastefully.
"Damn child who raised you?"
"Definitely not you Noona or I'd be dressing like a Target commercial."
You both burst out laughing at that.
"Fair point, but seriously, I need your opinion on what to wear for the next SKZCode."
"Oooh a fashion emergency? Of course you would come to me! Well come right in Noona, we will fix that god awful outfit you've got on in no time!"
He grabbed your hand and dragged you into the room.
"So are we going for Kawaii like usual or did you want to look like one of the guys? I know this is acrobatics so we are looking more toward athleisure type outfits." I.N. says all of this while digging through his closet looking for the stash of your clothes he hid in there.
"Well I was actually thinking I wanted to look⌠sexy?âŚ" I.N. froze in his closet when you spoke. "I mean obviously not like crazy sexy or anything I just want to look really good you know? Not like a cute little girl and not boyish either. Does that make sense?" I.N. stood up and slowly turned to look at you with a Cheshire grin on his face.
"Noona. I have been waiting my whole life to hear you say those words."
~â¨~
You look hot. Holy fuck you have never looked this good in front of the guys. Even at premieres and shows you've always been kawaii or dudebro to match the guys but this? The crop top Innie puts you in fits you in all the best ways, it's low cut enough to be provocative but not enough to be slutty. The back is cut out and it is the perfect shade for your skin tone. But the pants. My god your ass has never looked more smackable. It's like I.N. knew exactly who your target audience was. Your hair is done up in a cute ponytail with the little strands hanging out the front.
You look like sex on legs.
"Jesus Innie you're a god at this."
"I know, I take payment in food and coffee."
"Innie I'd buy you a five course meal for this shit god damn."
You both started laughing and he reached behind him to grab something.
"The final touch."
~â¨~
You walked into the studio and it suddenly got very quiet. All the boys were looking at you with varying expressions.
"So? What do you all think? Didn't I do an amazing job?" I.N. grinned at the rest of the guys who were ranging from outright ogling you to shyly avoiding your gaze.
"Yeah Innie you did great." Chan was the first to speak and after that the compliments kept flowing from everyone except the one person you wanted.
Oh well. Onto phase two.
~â¨~
You made sure to get a spot right in front of Minho so he could see the full extent of Innie's 'final touch'. A bow in your hair long enough to basically make a runway to the swell of your ass.
The episode went by pretty fast, you were actually having a lot of fun doing all the poses. You noticed when you did the mermaid pose Minho made a noise, a grunt? Maybe a gasp? Whatever it was you were certain your plan was working. Now all you had to do was actually talk to him about what you felt like Felix had recommended.
Once the episode was over you headed over to Minho.
"Hey, Min, you got a sec?" You put your hands behind your back to maximize the silhouette's effect.
"Actually no, sorry, I've got to get home, lots of stuff to get done. I'll text you later okay?" Minho was avoiding your eyes and shuffling from one foot to the other.
"Oh, okay⌠I guess I'll talk to you later?" You leaned your head down to catch his eye and when he finally locked eyes with you his gaze was searing and sent a chill down your spine.
"Yeah."
~â¨~
Well that was fucking weird and definitely not the reaction you had been hoping for. Mr. Self proclaimed butt hunter didn't even attempt to slap your ass in these phenomenal leggings you wore just for him. You groaned into your pillow and allowed yourself to feel frustrated. Any time you had big feelings like this there was always one thing that helped.
You shot Hyunjin a text and after receiving a confirmation you headed to the art studio.
~â¨~
Lo-fi music playing on the speaker, a nice hot cup of coffee sitting next to you, and a medium blank canvas sat in front of you, what more could you want? You let the atmosphere wash over you as you tried to use your frustration to create a work of art.
You have no idea how much time has passed, you never do when you're painting with Hyunjin. You could occasionally hear his soft humming and brush-strokes glide across his canvas.
Time with Hyunjin always seemed to calm you down. Maybe it was the chill playlist he favored for the occasion, maybe it was the smell of coffee in the air, or maybe it was the way he simply existed with you in the moment, not requiring you to engage.
You added the final touches on the canvas and nodded to yourself.
"Hyune?" Hyunjin hummed in response.
"What do you think of this one?" You gestured to the finished piece in front of you. Hyunjin stood up and stretched before coming over to admire your work.
"It feels⌠lonely. Like you are reaching for something in the distance but it's too far away for you to grasp." You simply hummed in response and Hyunjin laid his head on your shoulder.
"I like it Y/N, it'sâŚ" He went silent for a moment before sighing and wrapping his arms around you.
"It's beautiful."
~â¨~
Weeks had passed since the failed seduction attempt on your part and Minho had been annoyingly 'busy' so you hadn't really seen him outside of your work schedule. The distance was getting to you and you started to wonder if you had done something wrong. Minho had never gone this long without reaching out to hang out or simply showing up at your apartment in years. You couldn't shake the feeling that he was avoiding you and it hurt. A lot. That hurt turned to borderline anger when you saw on Ji's story that he and Minho were having a movie night.
Without you.
You checked the group chat to see if you had missed an invite but there hadn't been a message in over a week since Ji had sent you both a cat meme. Maybe Minho noticed your attempt at flirting and decided that ghosting you was better than outright rejection? Even if that was the case the two of you were both close with Ji and not to mention your co-workers, so how could he just cut you out like that? Jisung hadn't even mentioned the movie night and that hurt you too.
Were you losing both your best friends because you had some stupid feelings?
You felt yourself starting to spiral but before you hit the point of no return you took some calming breaths and closed your eyes. You could not break, not now, you had a busy schedule coming up so you focused on that instead.
Thankfully, it was time to film the next SKZCode so at least you got to do something fun. You prepared yourself to get into the Christmas spirit.
~â¨~
The staff welcomed you all in and explained the premise of the episode. You were all going to play games and try and win someone over to end up partnered by the end. You immediately thought of MinBear and how much STAY would love to see the two of you end up together before remembering that you and Minho were currently fighting.
Okay maybe not fighting but it's not like you are exactly on speaking terms. The only communication you'd had in weeks was him correcting you in dance practice.
You couldn't go to Ji either, You were mad at him too. Okay mad is maybe an overstatement but you were definitely not happy.
That left the obvious choice.
You decided to set your sights on Felix. You figured the kawaii image you were presenting mixed with his sunshine would be adorable for STAY. To your credit it works pretty well⌠for about five minutes. You're not sure what exactly happened but one minute you were fake-flirting with Lix, trying to match up with him, the next he is shyly moving away from you and talking to Hyunjin.
You're confused to say the least, that is until you feel soft breaths on your neck.
"Awh are you eating all alone little moon bear? Don't worry, I'll sit with you." You fight the shudders that threaten to run down your spine hearing Minho's voice so close to you after him being so distant for so long.
"Oh, so you're talking to me now huh Min?" You mean to sound angry but it barely masks the hurt in your softly spoken words. You look down at your lap to hide the tears welling up in your eyes.
Minho goes quiet for a moment then gently pulls your face up, angled away from the camera so STAY couldn't see your tear-laden eyes. A small gasp comes from his mouth.
"JagiâŚ" He softly whispers before hugging you tight to his chest. "Y/N, sweetheart, why are you crying?" He whispers in your hair to shield his lips from the camera.
"It's nothing Min, I'm okay. Let's just keep eating or STAY will worry about us."
"I don't care if STAY worries, my favorite girl is crying and I'm going to comfort her." You pull away a bit at his words to look into his eyes.
"I'm still your favorite girl?" You whisper the question and you hear Minho's small sound of disbelief at your question.
"Of course jagiya, you've always been my favorite girl. Let's talk more after the skit yeah?"
"Okay."
~â¨~
Minho makes sure to stick by your side the rest of the shoot. The two of you end up a pair at the end and as you walk out of the room, prepared to head to the recording studio you are surprised when Minho leads you out the door instead.
"Min, where are we going? Channie oppa told us to go to the recording booth after the shoot."
"I texted him and told him that you needed the afternoon off because you weren't feeling well and that I was going to come take care of you. He said it was okay, so I'm taking you home."
"Oh, okay then."
You both remain silent as you approach the company car and Minho opens the door for you and you both slide in. The ride is unusually quiet for the two of you and you are worried that Minho might be mad at you for something and the longer the silence continues, the higher your anxiety spikes.
By the time you reach your apartment you have over-analyzed every interaction the two of you have had over the past few weeks and you have convinced yourself that Minho actually just hates you and is taking you home to break the news in private so none of the cameras catch you crying again.
You are panicking. You can't lose him because of some stupid attraction you may feel. He is one of your best friends and losing him would be devastating.
Once you reach the door of your apartment you are so close to having a panic attack that your hands start shaking as you try to insert your key into the lock. Minho stands and waits while you shakily unlock and open the door. Once you are inside you are frozen in place waiting for the worst.
Then Minho gathers you in his arms and holds you tight.
"It's okay jagi, you're safe here." He whispers as he starts rubbing soothing circles on your back. You don't even realize you are crying again until he lifts your head by your chin and wipes your tears away. You smile softly and Minho returns it.
You are okay. He is not mad at you. Everything is alright.
"Come on sweetheart, let's go cuddle on the couch and watch a shitty rom-com."
You silently nod and he leads you both to the couch. You sit, his arms still wrapped around you as he guides you to rest your head on his chest. You both stay like that as he starts up one of your favorite movies.
You both watch the movie, Minho rubbing soothing circles on your skin while you nuzzle into his warmth. It is quiet for some time until Minho lets out a deep sigh.
"I'm sorry I made you worry Y/N, I really was busy and some things came up and I just needed a guys night with Ji, I hope you understand I am not mad at you and you are still my favorite girl." Minho's words made you smile and you sunk further into his embrace.
"It's okay Min, I guess I just felt left out and it messed with me for a minute but I get it. We are good." You looked up into his eyes and in a whisper added:
"Promise."
~â¨~
There was an electric feeling in the air. You and the boys were beyond excited for your second world tour. This time you were going to go back to Chan and Felix's home country. The two aussies had spent entirely too much time teaching you and the boys all the important aussie slang you would need and helping you all with your English.
The Maniac tour was set to be your biggest endeavor as a group yet. Minho was drilling the choreo into everyone relentlessly and often spent his free time one-on-one helping each member who asked. Ji was always in the studio with his fellow 3Racha members to ensure everything was perfect. And you? You were spending every free moment you could with Felix trying to perfect your English so you could communicate with the international STAYs.
It was overwhelming but you all pushed yourselves to the limit because you wanted to be amazing for STAY.
Finally the day came and it was time for your first concert.
The lights were blinding and the stadium was so loud you could barely hear yourself think.
It was exhilarating.
The concert went by so fast and you had such a great time with your fellow members.
You were still in Seoul but it all felt new, you couldn't believe you and your boys had made it this far.
The next two shows flew by and your time in Japan was short. You and the boys tried your best to keep filming your logs for the STAYs who couldn't make it to the shows. Everything was amazing.
Finally it was time to head overseas to America. U.S. STAYs were much louder than your STAYs back home. The atmosphere was incredible and you all had the time of your lives performing in the U.S. again. You and the boys tried to speak as much English as you could but it is a hard language for you all so you relied heavily on the aussies for translation help.
In between shows you, Ji, and Min would hole up in one of your hotel rooms and gush about how much fun this all was and how excited you all were to finally go to Australia. You would watch bits of movies before ultimately passing out in a cuddle pile on someone's bed, only to wake up and repeat the next day.
The days flew by and before you knew it it was time to hop on a plane headed to Chan and Felix's home. You all made sure you had time planned to meet their families and have a good time while in the land down under.
When you arrived at the hotel to check in, the staff found out that there was a mistake and only seven rooms had been booked. Someone must have thought Chan and Felix were staying with their families but they simply lived too far from the concert venues. After a very long flight and eager to sleep off your jet lag, everyone was too tired to argue about who would be sharing rooms until Minho spoke up.
"Y/N, Ji, and I have kinda been sharing this whole tour anyway, we may as well just share a room from the get-go if that is okay with everyone else?"
The staff looked bewildered at Minho's suggestion. A girl sharing a room with two boys? That's quite unusual. But the other members were used to you three having slumber parties all the time back home and just shrugged it off insisting that if you were fine with it so were they.
So, you three headed up to your shared room.
~â¨~
"Ugh, I could sleep for like a week at this point." Jisung groaned out before promptly falling face-first onto the nearest bed to him.
"Yah! Hannie, you know I like sleeping further from the door, give Y/N that bed and you and I can share the other." Minho glared at the younger boy already getting comfortable in the bed.
"Hyuuuunnnggg I'm already in this one though." Jisung whined out and sank further under the covers.
"Min it's okay, Ji can have that bed and you and I can just share the other. I prefer being close to the window anyway." You said sleepily before heading over to the far bed and setting up your stuff on the nightstand.
"Are you sure Y/nnie? I can kick the lazy quokka out if you'd prefer a bed to yourself."
"I'm sure Min, we all have been sleeping on one bed almost every night of the tour anyway, I'm kind of used to having someone next to me anyway." You shrugged and gathered your sleep clothes.
"I'm gonna go shower real quick, airplanes always make me feel greasy, either of you need to use the bathroom before I go?" You asked the two. Jisung had already passed out and you and Minho just laughed at the sleepy boy before Minho looked up at you.
"No, you're all good. I'll shower after you too so our bed doesn't get gross like Sungie's." You both started laughing and you went to the bathroom and hopped in the shower.
While in the shower you let your thoughts roam. You had been so busy with the tour and Jisung had been stuck with you and Minho the whole time as well so you hadn't had time to think about your maybe-feelings for Minho. Now you were confronted with the fact that while you all were here there would be no escaping to your own room if things got too weird for you.
Not just that but you were sharing a bed with him.
You and Minho had slept in the same bed many times but you were almost always accompanied by Jisung as well. Now it would just be the two of youâŚ
It won't be weird if you don't make it weird.
Right?
~â¨~
You finally got out of the shower and changed into your pajamas. After doing your skincare you came out of the bathroom and stopped in place when you looked up and saw a shirtless Minho standing in the middle of the room. His back was facing you and you took a second to admire his strong shoulder muscles down to the dip in his back, just above the hem of his shorts. You could've stood there staring forever but when Minho started to pull down his shorts you made a small noise, something between a whimper and a groan. Minho stiffened and dramatically turned toward you with a hand over his pecs.
"Y/N! Sorry! I didn't hear you come out. I was going to change into my robe before going in after you. Sorry about that. I'll just⌠bring it with me." The tips of his ears were a fiery red and you're sure you were no better. You could feel yourself flushing and you quickly looked down and nodded as he passed by you and quickly went into the bathroom to shower.
Well that didn't help your situation.
You crawled into bed and tried to calm yourself down but every time you closed your eyes you just saw a shirtless Minho again. You lightly groaned and turned your body away from the bathroom and tried to will yourself to fall asleep before Minho came back so you didn't have to face him.
Of course that didn't work. You had been so tired when you got here but now you were like a live wire and you knew that sleep would not come easily.
When Minho returned from his shower he said nothing as he slowly climbed into the bed next to you. It was quiet for a moment before he broke the silence.
"Sooo⌠do you want to cuddle?" He said it slowly and quietly and you internally screamed. There is no way you would fall asleep if Minho was touching you⌠and yet.
"Yeah, that sounds nice." You quietly answered.
Minho scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you tightly.
"Is this good?" He whispered. You could feel how close he was when he spoke, his breath tickling your ear.
"Yeah, it's perfect."
You were so fucked.
~â¨~
Just as you thought, it took you forever to fall asleep. However, when you woke up you felt completely relaxed, you had somehow gotten the best night's sleep you had had in a very long time. You slowly came to consciousness and the first thing you noticed was a hair on your face tickling your nose. You realized there was some sort of breeze on your face, cracking an eye open and you bit back a squeak at the sight before you.
You had shifted in the night and were now, yet again, face-to-face with a sleeping Minho. His arms were wrapped tightly around you and your legs were tangled. He was beautiful like this. Soft breaths coming out from him as he peacefully slept. You stared at him in wonder and decided that a few more moments of this wouldn't hurt.
After some time passed Minho eventually began to stir. He groaned and hugged you a bit tighter before opening his eyes. You were both quiet, allowing the peaceful moment in an otherwise chaotic few months. You softly smiled and he returned it.
"G'morning jagi." He whispered, trying not to break the peaceful atmosphere the two of you were caught in.
"Good morning sleepyhead." You softly chuckled and he giggled in return, nuzzling slightly closer to you.
"I could get used to this, you know?" He whispered, now inches from your face. You breath hitched at his comment and before you could respond there was a loud banging on your door.
"YAH WAKE UP LAZY BUMS IT'S TIME TO GET READY!" Chan's voice rang out and Minho groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. You heard Jisung yelp from the other bed at Chan's command.
"Time to go." Minho groaned.
~â¨~
The next few days were a blur. The Aussie STAYs were crazy. The concerts were so much fun but you were all so exhausted that by the time you got back to the hotel it took all of your energy to shower before crawling back into bed.
You and Minho slept in each other's arms every night.
Once the concerts were over you were all invited to the Bang residence for dinner. All nine of you laughed and ate and bonded with Chan's family. It was amazing and you never wanted it to end, but eventually it was time to go. You and Hannah exchanged numbers, her saying you needed a girl friend being surrounded by the eight loud boys all the time. You laughed and agreed, saving her number immediately.
You would cherish the time you got to spend in Australia forever.
~â¨~
The rest of the tour flew by, the nine of you really giving it your all and after months it was finally time to come back home. You were so excited to sleep in your own bed again and get back into your normal crazy schedule.
The first few nights back home were odd. You couldn't fall asleep no matter how tired you were. You assumed it was just the jet lag but after days of bad sleep you were ready to snap.
It was a normal day filled with dance practice and small photoshoots but you were so exhausted you felt like you were going to fall over at any minute. You noticed Minho looked dead tired as well. You wondered if he was having trouble adjusting as well.
After your schedule was done for the day you decided to take a nice walk to try and calm your mind. After walking up and down the Han rivers shore a few times you decided it was time to head home.
You entered your apartment to the sound of the TV on and smiled.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" you jokingly asked the boy on your couch.
"I've been sleeping like shit and decided to see if it's my bed or just me so I came to stay here if that's cool with you?" Minho didn't look away from the TV as he spoke.
"You're always welcome here Min you know that. Wanna order takeout?" You plopped next to him on the couch and leaned on his shoulder.
"Already got your favorite from that one place with the noodles you like." He wrapped an arm around you and turned on yet another shitty rom-com for you two to watch. You let out a hum of approval and sank into his embrace before answering.
"Thanks Min, you're the best."
"Anything for my favorite girl."
You and Minho sat in content silence until the food came. You both ate as much as you could handle before settling back to finish your movie. Once it was over you stretched and yawned, feeling more exhausted than you had in a long time. Minho smiled at you and reached out for your hand.
"You look exhausted, let's head to bed."
You sleepily nodded and took his hand. He led you to your room where you both climbed into bed and he gathered you into his arms just like he had back in Sydney. You both let out a content sigh at the contact and before you knew it you were out.
You slept like the dead. You didn't realize how much you missed Minho's presence until you had it once again. After that there was an unspoken agreement between the two of you to share a bed until further notice. You loved the contact but the longer it continued the more your feelings grew.
You think you might be falling in love with your best friend and for the first time you think you might be okay with that.
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