#stares at krystal from afar

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

“Make fae deals now are we?” He teases

“Do not joke about that Passerotto, especially not tonight”

“Huh? Why?” Evan asks flabbergasted, taken by surprise by the unexpected strict words

“Visitors from afar are not the only ones who are approaching our city. The Fae kind are being drawn, and they take such statements as invitations to interact with you”

“How are you so sure they’re coming?” Neora asks, a different curiousity shining through “I haven’t heard of ways to spot fae activity beforehand”

“Oh trust me” Lucas says, staring up at the darkening sky above them “Reach my age, and you’ll feel the signs far, far faster than seeing it” he says mysteriously

"Also, I feel antsy." Krystal walks over eating a Snickers. "And oddly extra sociable."

[ehbeeseedih]

Lost a bet - positions

Prompt:

So you lost a bet and posted that you wanted to try out some sex positions and were looking for volunteers. As soon as you were allowed, you were going to go delete it, but then you looked at the replies. Who said they wanted to do each one with you?

How it works:

Go to “Random.org”.

Click on “Lists & More” and then “Lists Randomised”.

Enter the names of 18+ people/characters.

Use the first 10 to find out who volunteered for each one.

PS: This is my first time posting on tumblr so the sizes of things, font and all those kinda things might be a little wacky, but I’ll try to fix it afterwards. 

You can check out my other stories at AFF.  Now, enjoy reading 10 bad smuts to fulfill your daily bad smuts quota.  

Oh yeah nearly forgot, thanks to @existslikepristin​ for the tag.

Rosé - Missionary

“Everything I need is on the ground.” 

The music ends, the ending pose done, everyone claps. Today is the last day of practice before Rosé’s solo debut tomorrow afternoon. 

You went to the showers in the dance studio after debriefing. A cold shower does wonders for relieving body ache after intense practice sessions. 

As you prepared to leave the studio, you saw Rosé still practicing by herself, wearing the tight short skirt outfit she’s about to perform in tomorrow. 

Rosé bent forward as the music reached the chorus, her safety shorts failed to adequately cover up her butt cheeks as they came into your view. Your pants abruptly got tight at the sight. 

You desperately try to divert your attention as Rosé caught you staring at her. Instead of calling  you out about it, she began twerking harder, letting her plump butt freely bounce in front of you. 

“Like what you’re seeing?”

“Yes…..” You shyly replied

“Well I could use some releasing, haven’t had a cock for a while.” 

She lowered her skirt and panties in a single stroke, “How you like that?” 

“Huh?”

“I mean how would you like to fuck me?” 

“Missionary please, I’d like to see your face.” 

She lays down on the floor and spreads her legs wide, “Vanilla huh, I like it. I’m already on the ground, what are you waiting for?” 

You’ve finally realised the true meaning of “Everything I need is on the ground”. Let’s just hope that both of you won’t be too tired to perform tomorrow. 

Doggy - IU

Having a bubbly and needy girlfriend like Jieun can be both a blessing and a curse. 

The blessing, a very fulfilling sex life, anytime and anywhere. 

The curse, it’s hard to reject her when she wants them but you don’t. Her aegyos and delicate moans were like cheat codes that made you do whatever she told you to. 

In the present, you’re faced with two very major problems you had to deal with. On one hand, you had a report and 2 proposal you needed to turn in by tomorrow

On the other hand, you had a needy girlfriend who’s willing to do anything to get you to fuck her. 

Jieun had been doing everything she could to get you off work and pay attention to her. She started with strip tease, lap dance, progressing to slowly jerking you off and giving you a messy blowjob. 

You had nearly given up, a few moans escaped your mouth, but in the end you were still working, and Jieun was also still working. She released your cock from her mouth and went to the bed.

Immediately, you heard sounds of wet flesh and Jieun’s soft moans. 

“Ahhhh, why are you still working? You could be here balls deep in me. Ahhhhh, it would be better if it’s your giant cock inside me instead of my slim finger.” 

That nearly tempted you off. Your cock was growing hard again, your hand slowly stroking it along to the beat of Jieun’s moans. 

“Look at me!” She shouted. In hindsight, you shouldn’t have looked. The moment you turn your head, there is no going back.

Jieun was on all fours, her fingers in her pussy slowly pumping off. 

“Come fuck your little slut. Look at how wet I am for you.” 

Magnetized by her pussy, you gave up work and went over and grabbed her hips.

“You nasty little slut, distracting me from doing actual work. Now let me punish you.” 

“Oh yeah, punish your little slut. Fill her with your cum and send her to heaven.”

Suffice to say your bosses were not impressed when you said you had to take care of your pet yesterday and couldn’t finish your work.  

Cow girl - Jessica

Why are you in a 5 star hotel again? Oh yeah, you were at a family gathering with your wife Jessica. 

But why does she look so mad? Did you piss her off doing something stupid again? 

“Do you know why I’m mad right now?”

“No……” A ringing slap on your left cheek. 

“Please explain why were you fucking my sister during the family gathering?” 

Oh yeah, now you remember. Krystal was seducing you during dinner, which ended up with you getting caught by Jessica while cumming inside Krystal in their family house bathroom. 

“Well……. Krystal was seducing me, and you did say it’s ok to touch your sister right?” A ringing slap on your right cheek. 

“I said only when I’m not available. I was prepared to give you a surprise but you decided to be a bad boy.” 

Jessica took off her bathrobe and revealed the red lacy lingerie underneath it. 

Red - the ultimate colour of seduction. Jessica certainly knew how to get you fired up. Luckily for you, you too knew how to get her fired up. 

Hug her hips, hand on her butt, face in front of her pussy “I’m sorry mommy, I have been a bad boy, please forgive me.” 

“Ahhhh” Jessica moaned and pushed you down onto the bed hard. “You’ve been a really bad boy. Now let me ride you.” 

“Yes. Please mommy.” 

69 - Miyeon

“Hey Miyeon, look at me! I’m sliding down the slide upside down.” 

She ignored you. 

Miyeon had been acting all weird today. Like she was pretty weird normally but today even more so. 

She told you she wanted to do something fun today, and then she brought you out to a playground in the middle of nowhere. 

Was she going through nostalgia and wanted to relive her childhood? That doesn’t seem like it. She had been looking around scanning the area ever since you got here. What was she looking for, there’s nothing and no one in the vicinity. 

“Hey baby, what are you doing?” 

She approaches you with a smirk and grabs your crotch, gently rubbing it. 

“Baby, I told you I want to do something fun right. Let’s fuck right here. Nobody is watching.”

“What…….” Before you could speak, Miyeon had unzipped your pants and started sucking your already hard cock.

“Can you at least let me sit upright first?” 

“No, 69 is part of the fun. Now shut up and eat my pussy.” 

“You’re one kinky girl Miyeon.” 

Downward dog - Shuhua

You loved your job as a yoga instructor, and having your classes famous among idols is a huge reason for it.

It started out with Yerin and your extra sessions. Apparently she liked it so much that she introduced Joy to join your extra sessions too.

Since then, idols had been coming so frequently that you’ve had to space out the appointments as your body couldn’t keep up with the number of sessions. 

Last week it was Yves and Chuu and this week it will be Shuhua.

“Hi Shuhua, how are you feeling today?”

“Great, just a bit stiff. I’ll need some help with stretching later, maybe your pole can be handy.”

“Alright, do you want to start off slow or go straight to the extra sessions.” 

“Be fast please, I’m impatient.” 

“Alright then, let’s start off with the downward dog pose. Put your hand on the floor and raise your hips up.” 

“Good, looks like you have been following my advice and putting in extra work. Your thighs look very meaty.” 

“I’ve been doing a lot of leg work recently.” 

“I’ll message your butt and help you relax your muscles.” 

“It feels great, please don’t stop.” 

“What is this Shuhua, why is there a wet spot in between your thighs?” 

“Ahhh, don’t tease me please.” 

“Oh no, no panties. You’re a naughty student. Let me punish you.”

“Yes please, use your cock to help me stretch out my thigh pussy.” 

Side saddle - Yuju

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the tan, some for the sea breeze. But you’re here for the bikinis and tiddies. 

Sitting under your beach umbrella, you can usually see a whole beach of beauties enjoying themselves. But not today. 

The beach is desolate today, not much to see. Just the occasional family with nothing impressive, not the usual group of eye candies. 

The weather is beginning to turn and you prepare to abort. Just as you’re about to leave, you spot a lady sporting a red bikini slowly approaching from afar, heading towards your direction.

As she nears, you observe her fit body, her abs and her beautiful appearance. 

“Hey, why are you here at the beach?”

“I came here for a walk. But it seems like the weather today is not cooperative.” 

“That’s unfortunate, maybe we can do something together to create some memories and remedy that.”

She scans your body. Instinctively, you flex up your abs.

“Alright, but we do it my way.”

She sits on top of your crotch which starts pumping up with blood. You scan around for one more time to ensure no one is watching.

While you scout, Yuju is busy relieving your cock from your pants and inserting it through her bikini bottom. 

She begins bouncing on you slowly. The cold winds contrasted with the interior warmth of her pussy, heightening the experience. 

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the bikini and tiddies. But you’re here for the fuck. 

Throat Swab - Jiho

A rich heiress by the name of Jiho has recently come under your radar. Her mansion was outside of the town and she lives really lowkey. 

Made a rough survey of her mansion, it seems relatively lightly guarded given her wealth. No one except her servants went in and out of the mansion, not even Jiho herself had left the mansion throughout the few days. 

Clock struck 12, sneaked into the mansion from the back door without anyone noticing

Circling around the mansion, surprised by how empty it is inside given the luxurious exterior. The heiress living inside must be pretty lonely. 

Made your way to the master bedroom. Jiho sleeping elegantly in her princess themed bed. 

Tied her up on her bed with ropes

Ransacked her mansion, took away many valuables. Heard a loud scream from the master bedroom 

With lightning speed, headed to the source of the sound. Found Jiho struggling with her hands tied up

“What are you doing, let me go.” 

“Shut up you nasty bi*** “ Placed your palm on her face to quiet her.

Instead of resisting, Jiho surprisingly licked your palm in a circular motion, her eyes telling you of her desire

Stuck your fingers into her mouth and she dutifully sucked it with vigour.

“You’re a needy little slut I see. You’re being kidnapped and yet you’re sucking my fingers” 

“It has been a long time since I've seen a man. It’s natural to be needy.” 

Released her, knowing she won’t run away. Brought her to the edge of the bed with her head hanging from the bed. 

“I still need to keep you quiet, maybe I should stuff your mouth with my cock”

“Please fuck my mouth, please.” 

Pearly Gates - Arin

You’ve always thought Arin was the good girl type. The type that would be shy about sex. 

However, after a date started off with her sucking you off in the car, feet playing with your cock under the restaurant table, ass grinding on your crotch in an elevator and her hand guiding yours while touching her pussy in the cinema, you threw away all your dumb assumptions. 

After a libidinous date, you came home utterly exhausted and immediately fell into your bed. 

As you slowly dozed off to dreamland, Arin crashes on top of you, waking you up. 

Instinctively you moved your hand to embrace her whilst both of you gradually drifted into slumber. 

Your legs suddenly felt numb and a need to move them. Finding your legs trapped under Arin’s legs, the only way to move them was to spread out her legs.

Your legs slowly spreaded Arin’s legs out and you heard a barely audible moan from her. 

Arin turned around with a soft smile and raspy voice “You still got juice to try out a new position?” and began grinding her posterior on you to get you in the mood again.

You quickly moved to remove the bottoms for the both of you “What’s this new position you’re talking about?” 

“It’s called pearly gates, I learned it from reading a smut challenge.” 

She impaled herself on your cock from above as you felt her being more tight in this position 

The sex was great, and lucky for you Arin did not eat much for dinner.

Stand and Carry - Minju

“Ha, you suck at Mario Kart.” 

“Yeah, yeah, you won. What do you want?” 

“Carry me to the ice cream shop.” 

“Can’t you walk yourself? You’re heavy, you know.” Despite bickering, you willingly bent down and told Minju to get on your back. 

However, she refused and insisted on being carried on the front. 

Minju wrapped her legs around your waist and you felt her moist core pushed up against your crotch. 

“No panties?” 

“Shut up, just go.” 

You’re sure she already felt it but your cock was rock hard and bulging out after knowing your girlfriend’s kinky behavior. 

As you carried her towards the store, every little movement and vibration of a step caused your clothed bulge to rub against Minju’s bare pussy. 

Minju tried her best to hold back her moans but occasionally some slipped out which attracted the attention of people nearby. 

Not only do you have to deal with the weird glances from the passersby, but also your internal desire to fuck Minju then and there.  

At the last 100 meters, Minju’s soft moans suddenly became a deep groan, her whole body gripped on yours as she orgasms. A gush of fluid wettens your pants on the crotch area. 

Just as Minju recovered from her bliss, you spotted an empty alley and headed there. 

Making quick work of your pants with Minju still hanging on you, you swiftly inserted your cock into her drenched pussy. 

Guess she won’t have a clean skirt to go home with. 

Spooning - Taeyeon

*This one is a little long

After watching Aladdin at the cinema, you headed home alone. 

Windy, starry night, with roads empty due to the cold weather. You enjoyed this lonely feeling, it was what you’re used to after all. It brought peace to your mind, away from the loneliness in your shack, away from the judging eyes of society. 

All was good until a shady looking fella approached from the opposite direction. He was carrying a big gunny bag behind him, panting. It must’ve been heavy. 

At first glance, you would’ve assumed him to be a murderer, carrying a fresh corpse behind him. 

He approaches you and tells you hastily “Do you want a body pillow? It has a really beautiful lady on it.”

Totally weirded out. “No thanks, I have no use for it.”

“Just take it, bye.” He dumped the bag onto you, the weight of the bag bringing you down to the ground. He’s nowhere to be seen after you stood back up, disappeared into the wind. 

Not wanting to be fined for random disposal of garbage, you carried the gunny bag home. The road home was an ascend, filled with potholes and untamed bushes, fitting for the blighted part of town you live in. Those combined with your fat figure made you pant the whole way home. 

You carried the gunny bag home and opened the thing inside. Well at least he wasn’t lying when he said it had a beautiful lady on it at least. 

Beauty is relative, but the woman on the pillow was undoubtedly a good view for the eye, especially when compared to your face which only your mum could love.

The day was a long one for you. You were prepared to go to bed by then. Instead of throwing it away, you just hugged the body pillow and went to sleep. 

Sleeping naked, you wanted to rub the magic lamp before sleeping, but ultimately decided against it. Whilst falling asleep, you subconsciously rubbed the body pillow a few times, its material comfy enough to not become trash. 

Suddenly a weird smoke came out from the body pillow followed by a bright glow of light. 

You were temporarily blinded but when you regained vision you saw a fine lady in front of you. 

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m genie for you boy. Tell me your wish”

“Damn, I must’ve been way too absorbed in the movie to be dreaming like this.” You thought. 

“You’re not dreaming sir, I will fulfill 3 wishes of yours” 

Remembering how your life had been a family friendly film without any adult action scenes, more Spongebob than Fifty Shades of Grey, you’re not going to miss the dance to rectify that. 

“Well you do look quite hot, it won’t hurt to have a wet dream. I wish to fuck you while hugging you.” 

“Your wish is granted, Sir” 

Taeyeon slowly removed her clothes, her perky breasts bouncing out of her bra, her removal of panties unveiled her cleanly shaven pussy, all illuminated by moonlight shining on her fair skin. 

She snuck into your embrace, which wasn’t the most comfortable position due to your bloated size, but it still worked. Grabbing your adorably sized cock, she impaled herself onto your cock and started moving. 

Your sexual awakening felt incredible, Taeyeon’s pussy was tightly squeezing your cock. You couldn’t go very deep, and you felt sad about it. 

“I wish for you to praise me.” 

“Your wish is granted, Sir” 

Taeyeon’s moans went from soft squeaks to loud groans, her movement increasing in pace.

“Yes Sir, you fill me up so good.” Even though you knew she was just fulfilling your wish, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for the first time in your life. 

With the encouragement boost, you began to thrust your dormant hips into her, in unison with her thrusting down. 

“Sir, why are you growing bigger. Ahhh” 

You’re growing bigger, that’s good to know. Your banging grows in strength to the point of moving the bed with you. 

Your neighbours would look down on you even more but you didn’t care. For the first time in forever, you’re doing something you like and you won’t let others disturb you. 

“Hghhhh, I’m cumming Sir.”

“Me too. AHhhh, let’s cum together.” 

Together, something you weren’t particularly familiar with. The orgasm was great, the sex was great, but even better was doing it with someone who enjoyed and appreciated you. 

“One more round?” 

“Sorry but I’m too tired sir, you fucked me too good.”

“Thanks for saying that but you don’t need to flatter me.”

“No I mean it sir, you’re the best one I’ve had.” 

Warmth filled your insides, not only did your first sex didn’t go down the drain, she even praised you for being good. Your vision was becoming blurry, but you’re sure it was sweat flowing from your forehead. 

“Alright then, good night Taeyeon.”

“Good night Sir”

As you awaken the next morning, Taeyeon’s morning visuals stunned you. You haven’t had the chance to properly see how she looked but now that you did, she was gorgeous. 

At the same time, Taeyeon also woke up from her sleep. 

“Last night was incredible Sir. You were so good.” Her compliment made you replay the scene from yesterday. It had been a long time since anyone had said you’re good at anything. 

“That reminds me, you have one more wish Sir, please make the most out of it.”

“What will happen to you once I make my last wish? Will you just disappear? Will last night just be another sweet memory that I’ll forever replay in my mind?” Tears were beginning to form as you’re about to go back to the lonely dark self after experiencing how good things could’ve been. 

“Unfortunately. Yes Sir.” 

An idea suddenly struck you,  “What if I wish for you to stay with me forever?” 

“Your wish will always be fulfilled Sir.” 

“I wish for you to stay with me forever.” 

“Your wish is granted, Sir” 

With that, another burst of light blinded you and you’re left alone in your room again, back to square one. Why did you think that you could escape this lonely life destined for you?

One day as you’re going back home from another movie, you saw someone carrying a gunny bag.

The scene felt awfully familiar. You approached the person and realised it was a girl this time around.

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m from the Girls Generation Genie Team. We work to grant the wishes of all lonely kids in the area. Could you help me with this bag of supplies?” 

“Yes! Yes!” 

Maybe being a lonely kid wasn’t so bad afterall. 

A/N: Thanks for reading. Hope you’ve enjoyed it. Feel free to tell me anything wrong or where I still need to improve. 

[seokustic]

➝ three months into working for min&kim, coming across the forged company audit is the last thing you’d want in your plate. and min yoongi isn’t convinced that you’d keep your mouth shut.

➝ yandere!ceo!yoongi x secretary!reader

➝ 2 242 words

➝ warnings: dub-con, blackmail, coercion, unprotected sex, stockholm syndrome

➝ author’s note: read the warnings. don’t proceed if those elements make you uncomfortable.

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“please, i won’t tell anyone,” you can taste the fear on your tongue as you gaze into yoongi’s unbending eyes.

“i understand i’m not in any position to make demands but please let me go home and i’ll forget this ever happened,” words of desperation and submission leaves your lips faster than the ‘sorry’s you owe every possible colleague that works under you.

“self-aware. i like that,” he husks, tossing the sleek black blazer of his onto the couch as he begins to undo the buttons of the cuffs around his wrists, “no wonder namjoon’s eager to keep you to himself.”

at the mention of that name, a bleached blonde haired man with the kindest dimpled smile flashes at the back of your mind. you remember shooting up from your seat and bowing as he passed by you whilst words of “have a good evening, mr. kim,” leaves your pretty wine red coated lips.

‘will i be able to meet him again?’

the thought chills you to your bones.

‘why wouldn’t i meet namjoon again?’ you internally laugh. if it was an audible one, it would have sounded pathetic yet hopeful.

to think you’re worrying about the future when your present is shriveled with uncertainty.

you watch as the man he calls his brother and partner amble towards you with leisure but dominating steps. like a hunter sizing up his prey.

if yoongi was black leopard, you’d be a white little bunny who’s trapped between the recliner and the glass desk, unable to move even though you’d spot him in your line of sight.

“i-is it money you want?” the words slip past your lips before you can even register them.

when you’re mentally hitting yourself for asking the co-owner of the firm you’re working at if he wants what little savings you have in your account, yoongi is already chuckling. it sounds melodic for someone who looks like he’s about to eat you alive.

“you and i both know i’ve got more money on my wrist than you do in your account.” he stops in front of you, feet wedged between your heeled ones.

as if on cue, the rolex on his wrist glints. as if mocking you as he pulls open the top most drawer, pulling out a miniature tripod with a phone readily attached to it. all you can do is continue to watch as he unlocks the screen.

the sound of you sucking in a sharp breath is the only thing that fills the silence when you see yourself reflected in the square frame. the time played over your wide-eyed gaze begins at 00:00:01.

“oh, that? don’t mind that. i like to look back at the time we’re about to spend together and... reminisce.” he wears a smirk on his face and pushes the hem of your dress up with his hand.

yet the billion dollar smirk you’d be dying to see and would fawn over with krystal from afar now makes your stomach knot with disgust. your heart’s palpitating but the sweat trickling down the side of your face is cold.

“please,” your head shakes, as if that little gesture could touch his heart and make him stop what he’s doing.

the metallic sound of his belt clicking as he undoes it drums it your ears, “get on the desk, sweetheart.”

when silence and your disbelieving stare is all he gets as a response, yoongi’s voice rises higher than the usual smooth, husked tone you’re used as he passed you and bade you good morning these past three months since you started working and min&kim.

“fucking do it!”

you scamper to hoist yourself over the flat surface of the table. both your ass and palms feel ice cold against the glass material.

“spread your legs.”

the tip of your heels teeter on the edge of the desk as you force your legs apart, gaze thrown to the pen holder on the opposite side of where the camera phone is set to capture every angle of your disgraceful position.

a whimper escapes your mouth when you feel something touch you through your panties.

“i must say, i didn’t peg you for a lace girl, ___.” gone is the rage in his voice once you did what he asked and in its place, a deep, appreciative purr. as if it’s supposed to be a compliment.

“won’t you even look at me?” he sounds almost devastated, as if your silence and refusal physically hurts him.

“look at me!” he roars a second later, giving you no time to ponder nor prepare yourself for it.

you meet his gaze with furrowed brows and bitten lip, trying hard not to show how much they’re trembling.

“pretty,” he holds you by your jaw, turning your face to the left and then right, as if conducting some kind of observation, “if only i didn’t take rose as my secretary... we would’ve had so much fun, you and i.”

“i can ask to be transferred here! i’ll keep your secret. just please... don’t do this.” gaze boring into his with sheer disgust while you beg with desperation while the cold nips on your exposed legs.

at your words, his hand seems to stop just millimeters from your clit. as if he’s truly considering the offer. the heart that blooms with hope gets crushed in that same instant as a smile stretches across his face.

“you really think you’re in a position to be negotiating?”

nimble fingers pulls your panties to the side before you feel his digit teases you, “sweetheart, you’re dripping wet.”

as if only realizing the juices leaking down your ass and the full view he has, your legs start to close, only to be tightly gripped by his free hand. you wince. that’s going to leave a bruise.

but before you can think of what excuses you’d use to wear skirts longer than your usual mid-thigh ones, the sound of the zipper grazing as it gets pulled down - brushes your eardrums.

“no, please! i promise i’ll do anything! everything you want! just please! don’t!” s series of pleas pour out of your lips like a broken tap. you don’t realize you’re crying until yoongi’s tall, lean figure becomes blurred from the tears.

“shhh,” he coos, sweet as honey but pushes himself in to the hilt.

the sigh the leaves yoongi’s lips makes your stomach twist.

‘how can he enjoy this?’

your palms clasp over your face and eyes as tears wet your skin. your back is cold as you lose all energy to hold yourself up. your body shifts upwards with every thrust.

but it’s the way he slides right into you that burns you with self-loathe. the way the discomfort you felt in the beginning gradually morphs into flames of wonton as you taste blood in your mouth, biting on your lower lip as hard as you can to not make a sound.

because you’re not sure if it’s a plea for him to stop or a plea for him to fuck you harder that will come out.

and you silently sniffle as yoongi turns you on your side, bent over to hold your body that’s wrecked with sobs and pleasure. the groans that brush your ear sickens you to your stomach but makes you clench around him harder as you near your climax.

“don’t be shy, moan for me, sweetheart,” he says grunts, tugging on your wrist as if trying to get you to stop covering your face.

as if he wants to see you break. see the tears cascading down your cheeks. see the shamelessly pleasured face you’re making as your heart beat to the staccato of his thrusts.

“stop...” you whimper, “stop, please, don’t- stop- ah! oh!”

“what’s that? don’t stop?” he laughs, “i’m not wearing a condom though. you sure you want me to but a baby inside you?”

“fuck, just like that. yeah- yoongi-ah right there- oh!”

you should’ve kept your mouth shut. because once the moans pour out of your lips like an open floodgate, there’s no stopping the salacious sounds from filling the room.

you don’t even realize yoongi pushed you to lay on your back again. don’t even realize how your legs clench around his waist whilst your ankles lock together on his lower back as he fucks you raw like he’s never fucked a woman in a long time.

you don’t even realize your lipstick smudging that area on his shoulder as you bite into his flesh, unable to take the surge of ecstasy coursing through your veins before a scream scratches your throat, your back arching as you see stars behind your eyes.

the warmth of his cum spreads through your lower belly as you lay limply on the desk, muscles still twitching from the sparks of electricity of your after orgasm. your legs dangle off the edge of the desk, still parted and in full view of the cum that pours out of you and onto the carpeted floor.

it takes you what feels like hours to push yourself up. gather your broken pieces, put your panties back on and pat down your skirt, feeling the warm, sticky cum drip down your legs and soils your skirt.

the heat of yoongi’s gaze digs into your pores. even when you’re all dressed up like the way you first walked in and saw the open email of the files of the unaudited expenditure of the firm’s income and the forged one. underneath the email, signed victoria song, the head accountant.

“come on, i’ll drop you home.” he says, the blazer he tossed now draped over his arm.

it’s as if he didn’t just smirk as he rewatched the first few seconds of the video. the sound of your desperate pleading commanding the silence while you laid like a lifeless corpse on the desk, trying to make sense of what just happened.

he’s acting as if nothing happened.

“i’ll take catch a cab,” you send your thanks to the gods for venom in your voice and the glare in your gaze.

“i said,” his husks, ever so gently with a threat that he will have no problems executing, “i’ll take you home.”

the whole ride is silent save for the sound of your sniffles yoongi pretends not to hear.

how gentleman-ly of him.

when the car rolls to a stop in front of your apartment building, you meet his gaze with round, terrified eyes. heart palpitating uncontrollably as he smiles like he’s dropping off his girlfriend after a date.

“how do you know where i live?”

you were too busy wiping away stray tears and gazing out the window to worry about giving him directions.

supposed he doesn’t need it after all.

yoongi doesn’t answer. he dodges it as smoothly as he dives in for a kiss. you recoil, pushing yourself up against the door and as far away from him before realization hits you like a pang of ice cold water in winter.

the glint in yoongi’s eyes is telling enough that he isn’t pleased with the trick you just pulled.

even if it was no trick at all. even if you truly only want to leave.

but there’s a video of you in a phone stored inside his desk 20 minutes from here. and you’d be a fool to think he didn’t airdrop it to his personal phone when he was rewatching the video after that.

who knows how long it’ll take for it to hit the internet if you so much as piss him off more than you do now.

the answer is a no brainer.

in a matter of seconds, min yoongi could ruin your life and rebrand you as a licentious woman who sleeps her way to the top.

those pleas for him to stop?

easily overridden by the way you clung onto him like you don’t want to let go.

“sorry, i was just... surprised,” you blink back the tears, lips curling into one of your professional smiles, heart thumping at the way his expression lightens into a pleased one at your own change of expression.

with a trembling hand, you touch his cheek. it feels soft under your fingertip. you wonder how it’ll look if you’d graze it with your fingernails.

your lips brush his and your stomach knots in discomfort. he deepens the kiss, pulling you by your hair, tongue slipping past your lips, tasting the fear that lingers like an unspoken truth on your tongue.

but it’s the way your arms involuntarily wrap around yoongi’s shoulders, kissing him back without even a word of command - that’s what makes you want to hurl your insides out.

it’s the moan that slips past your lips that makes you push him away. eyes wide. you look at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“i-i’ll see you tomorrow.” it’s almost as if waiting for his reaction has become an instinct to you too fast and too soon.

“yeah, see you tomorrow,” when yoongi reaches out his hand and wipes away the corner of your mouth that might’ve been lipstick that got smudged from the kiss, you grope for the door handle.

and you slip out of the car and walk to the entrance of your apartment building, not looking up even when you hear the amicable “good evening, miss ___, working late, are we?” from the security.

you keep walking until you’re inside the elevator.

and only then do you let out a breath you didn’t know you’ve been holding. then the sob wrecks through your cold body.

funny how being trapped inside a metal box gives you more security than any human could provide.

[unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix]

Truth And Awakenings Ch. 2

Summary: A Jemily rewrite of certain scenes in 14x15-15x02, with a few additional scenes :)

Chapter summary: JJ is in love with Emily, but everything is too late (or so she thinks).

(Huge thanks to @bridget19 for beta-reading the first two!!)

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The next day came and it was Rossi’s special day to remarry his ex-wife, Krystall. From the bar, JJ saw Emily arrive with a gift for the couple and stared at her. She was wearing a blue-grey dress with her shoulders showing, hugging her curves in all the right places. She had her grey hair curled and tied in a bun, showing all of her features. It was something that was very much different from her work attire, and JJ thought she looked absolutely stunning. But you can’t have her. Everything’s too late. She turned her attention back to Penelope speaking to a few of their colleagues.

“...It’s a little sweet with just the right amount of bite,” Penelope finished. She was behind the bar counter, creating a drink for her friends, apparently called “The Rossi”, in honor of the man getting married.

“Will it get me totally drunk?” Tara asked.

“Totally.”

“I will take a double,” Tara decided.

“Done.”

“Ooh, make that two,” JJ said and tapped a hand on the counter.

“Alright. You got it. Two glasses coming right up! One for my favorite doctor, no offense, Reid, and one for my beautiful blonde badass,” Penelope fetched them two glasses and poured the mixture inside. “Oh,” she turned to Spencer. “And, um, I came to this wedding by myself, but I will not be dancing by myself. Do you understand me, Dr. Reid?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Ok,” Penelope smiled.

Afterwards, they all gathered around to witness Krystall and Dave officially tying the knot. JJ glanced at Emily during the wedding vows before looking away as to not get caught. A second later, Emily looked at her and bit her lip then focused her attention back on the now re-newlyweds.

“When Dave got engaged, he pulled out all the stops,” Emily started. “Some of you might not know this, but he proposed to Krystall in our elevator at the FBI, which was perfect. If she said no, he could just go back to work and she had a built-in escape. But she said yes, and here we are. Of course, our good friend David Rossi has been here before. This isn’t his first rodeo, as they say. Strangely enough, though, he has never been to an actual rodeo. But I digress. Penelope says that this was fate, that their marriage was in the stars. Dave and Krystall are twin flames.”

Emily’s eyes quickly glanced over to JJ as she said her next words, “Two souls that are always meant to be together. Sometimes it takes time, sometimes it takes a parallel universe or something, but the thing about twin flames… is that nothing can keep them apart. They are a magic unto themselves. And together, they light the way for all of us.”

Little did she know, JJ paid a lot more attention to her once she heard, “Sometimes it takes time, sometimes it takes a parallel universe or something, but the thing about twin flames is that nothing can keep them apart.” She furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to find some meaning behind that statement.

Spencer quickly looked over at JJ and saw her frowning at the ground in thought. His eyes went to Emily, who was glancing at JJ for a few seconds. Did she love her, too? he thought.

“To David and Krystall,” Emily raised her glass, prompting everyone to follow.

“To David and Krystall!” They clinked each other’s glasses in celebration.

After a few more wedding toasts and guests dancing, Spencer walked over to the bar. “Can I have a water?” he asked. The bartender nodded and retrieved his order. He saw JJ approaching and giving him a smile.

“Hey,” she greeted. “So I didn’t get a chance to say it back there, but thank you for saving my life.”

“You’re welcome,” he nodded. “You ok?”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “But Luke was right, though. Two guns, huh?” she chuckled, giving a pat on the arm and feeling proud of her friend. “How long have you been wearing an ankle holster?”

“Around the time I got out of prison,” he answered shortly.

JJ nodded, “Right.” Her eyes darted around for a few seconds before breaking the silence, scratching her head. “Look, so, um, what I said back there-”

“Jennifer,” he cut her off, surprising her. JJ’s eyes widened and panic arose. She may have told Spencer her secret, but a part of her wanted to take it back, for fear of embarrassment. “Truth or dare?”

Shrugging, she quietly answered, “Truth.”

“Did you tell her?”

JJ slowly rubbed her fingers under her jaw as she slightly turned her head to look at Emily from across the room. Emily looked so beautiful. All JJ wanted to do was to hold her in her arms and kiss her, but she’s already taken.

Sensing his friend’s demeanor, Spencer said in a soft tone, "I think it might be best to tell Emily how you feel.”

She sighed and waved a dismissive hand. "I can't. Emily deserves to be happy, I can't ruin that for her.”

He gave a sympathetic nod, “It’s ok.” Spencer knows JJ wouldn’t purposely try to hurt someone, which may be the reason why she divorced Will in the first place. Her guilt might’ve been getting to her, so she made that decision when she felt completely sure of her feelings. He now realized how hopelessly in love JJ is with Emily, even if their grey-haired unit chief didn’t know that.

“Thanks, Spence,” she smiled, thankful that he was understanding about her secret.

Meanwhile, Emily was looking at JJ from afar with so much adoration in her eyes. She’s so beautiful. Rossi came up next to her and quietly asked with an almost proud smile. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

Emily snapped out of her trance, eyes widening. “I- uh… I-”

The older man shook his head and laughed. “It doesn’t have to take a profiler to see it, Emily. I know what that looks like. And as a result, we are at my wedding.” In the years he’s known Emily, he’s noticed the longing looks she had given JJ when she thinks nobody, including the blonde, is looking.

Emily snorted, “Yeah. For, what, the fourth time? And to one of your ex-wives?”

Rossi just shook his head and let out a deep chuckle. “So, you and Andrew broke up?” Emily and Mendoza had broken up due to super hectic schedules and Emily thinking he wasn’t the right person for her. Rossi was the only one who knew about the break-up and found that oddly suspicious.

“Ah,” Emily held up a warning finger. “Don’t get any ideas, Dave. Just because we broke up, doesn’t mean I should intervene in JJ's marriage.” Her eyes drifted towards the blonde in question, tapping her finger against her champagne glass. “She has her life now, right? I don’t wanna destroy that for her.”

The rest of the wedding to JJ and Emily became time spent stealing glances when the other person wasn’t looking. Dave and Spencer were the only ones who knew about their single lives and were waiting for one of them to make a move.

[pynkhues]

What’s you top 5 unpopular good girls ships?

I am eternally blessed, anon, because all my ships for Good Girls are pretty popular, haha. I’m all about Beth x Rio, Ruby x Stan, Dean x Suffering, Boomer x Grievous Bodily Harm! Even my non-canon ships like Annie x Nancy or Annie x JT are pretty popular! 

So instead, I’m offering you five crack ships and I’ve written the scenarios where I think they could work, because I am a glutton for punishment, haha. One of them I actually want to write, but I’m not going to say which, because I don’t want anyone to peer pressure me into writing it, hahaha. (I have way too many WIPs!)

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1. Krystal x Lucy

Okay, SO, I accidentally wrote them into the pornstar au, and ever since the thought came to me, it’s latched on like a parasite! I love the thought of them both having someone in their corner in the way that we sort of know they don’t? Lucy really needed somebody who could fight for her and was more clued into the world than either herself or Max, and Krystal pretty clearly needs someone who’s kind to her. Plus Krystal would edge out some of Lucy’s cutesyness, while Lucy would ground Krystal, and idk! I just think they’d be cute!

Okay, scenario though – I’m thinking the Hill’s have a Christmas party. Lucy and Max have recently broken up and Beth feels bad for her, so invites her to be her plus-one (or, well, plus seventh after Rio and the kids), and the gesture’s a nice one, but Beth is instantly distracted by helping Ruby get the food out or with Jane and Marcus inevitably causing havoc, and so Lucy ends up wallflowering, watching everyone else just - - know each other, right? 

And maybe Krystal sees her and maybe she’s a few drinks in already, so it’s not like it takes much to grab another cup of spiked eggnog and tumble against the wall beside Lucy. And maybe it’s awkward at first, because Lucy’s sort of weird, but maybe Krystal kind of likes that, and maybe Lucy compliments Krystal’s ugly snowman earrings, and Krystal really does think Lucy’s reindeer sweater is cute, and maybe Lucy falls a little in love when Krystal sings bawdy Christmas songs, her arm slung over Ruby’s shoulder, and Krystal falls a little in love when Lucy is unfairly good at drunk pictionary, and maybe it feels like they’ve known each other a lot longer than a night (and maybe they want to make sure they will). 

2. Mick x Mary Pat. 

Okay, okay, okay. Hear me out. 

So it finally happens. Rio finds out who Mary Pat is, what she’s done – that she’s Beth’s rotten egg – and y’know, Rio isn’t playing around anymore. He wants to send Beth a message, and what better way to do that than to handle the third person she couldn’t after Turner and Boomer? So he sends Mick off with an order.

And so Mick watches for a few days – keeps an eye on her schedule, her routine, carving out a plan to handle her as smoothly as possible (he’s not Rio after all, he doesn’t hand guns to women he’s just kidnapped, y’know?) – and starts to get a sense of her. Sure, maybe he feels a little bad. She has a lot of kids, y’know? And always seems pretty frazzled, at the end of her rope, but sort of sweet. She goes to church, sings in a choir, makes pancakes from a box, sure, but she adds both choc chips and blueberries which is a pretty good combo, and maybe it’s hard to believe she’s swept up in all of this, but then it was hard to believe Mrs Boland and that sweet girl from Paper Porcupine had been too. 

Still, Mick knows what he’s doing, y’know? 

He’s not Rio. He’ll finish the job.

So he steals into her house late at night, moving down to her bedroom, intending to take her outside, handle her away from the kids at least, when suddenly a wild Mary Pat appears! Brandishing a huge knife. 

Mick staggers back! Alarmed, and Mary Pat thrusts it at him, knowing exactly how long he’s been watching her and what does he think she is??? NEW to this??? She worked with the FBI! Okay, not --  not worked with them, but y’know, an agent was on her case for a while, and Mary Pat is not as stupid as her Uncle Larry told her that one time, and okay, Mick thinks, staggering back into his seat, eyes fixed on the knife Mary Pat is waving around at him. 

You wanna talk this out? 

It’s the wrong thing to say, because no, she doesn’t especially, and they just sort of stare at each other for a minute, trying to figure out what happens next when Billy wakes up and trots down the hallway, and he’s had a bad dream about the bad man, and for a minute, Mick thinks he’s talking about him, but then Mary Pat says something about how Boomer won’t ever step foot in this house again, and with the way she’s holding that knife, Mick is inclined to believe her. 

And then, well, Billy asks for pancakes. 

So that’s how Mick ends up eating pancakes with Mary Pat and three of her four kids at 2 in the morning, and y’know, he’s not a total asshole. He’s going to stay and help her clean up afterwards, and maybe it’s sort of nice, now that she’s put the knife down (although it is still in reaching distance, and honestly, he respects that), now that his gun’s back in his pants. 

And well, he can’t exactly kill a woman who just made him pancakes, so he figures next time, only next time, Mary Pat’s already cooking, and then the time after that, she’s already set him a plate, and maybe the time after that, she kisses him, and maybe the time after that, he kisses her first, and at least when Rio asks, Mick can just give him a look, because it isn’t like he doesn’t have his own batshit crazy mother of four he can’t kill. 

3. Rhea x Phoebe. 

So, y’know. Phoebe’s good at her job. 

Phoebe knows how to do a stakeout, to keep tabs, to collect intel. She revels in every part of the chase, every part of the puzzle, every part of the game of it all, because she knows that what she’s doing is right, she’s cleaning up the streets! Making the world a better place! But - - okay, she’ll be the first to admit that she already finds her marks exhausting.

Not so much Hill and Marks. They’re sort of fun to keep tabs on (and lowkey, Phoebe really does maybe daydream sometimes about what it might be like to sit on the couch and watch bad reality shows with them, drinking cheap wine and creamy, herb crusted cheeses). Even Boland is kind of awesome when she’s not with him. 

Because the thing is, as soon as Boland and the Big Kahuna are together, everything just gets a little - - hm. What’s the word for it? 

(”Nothing like watching a crime lord pull pigtails,” Henry had said on one stakeout, headphones on as they’d watched from afar as Big Kahuna had swung in close to Boland, said something that made her flush red and try to stamp on his foot. “Can’t wait until they graduate to passing notes. At least then there might be something we can use.”) 

And, well. It’s not like he’s wrong.

So maybe she starts to get bored of watching the highschool antics of them (as has everyone else, she thinks, if the looks on their faces is anything to go by - including the hitman clearly trying to take one, or both of them out [and please, a little part of Phoebe thinks, watching as Big Kahuna drags a finger across the back of Boland’s knuckles, and Boland wait until he’s gone to order the most expensive liquor in the bar to Big Kahuna’s tab]). Maybe that makes her dig a little deeper. 

Maybe that’s how she finds herself watching an under-9′s soccer game in a fold-out chair beside Big Kahuna’s baby mama. (She tells her she’s researching, so it’s not technically a lie, even if the cover of starting to coach a team of her own in the fall is a thin one).

And okay, maybe they hit it off. Which is kind of cool, Phoebe thinks, because it turns out Rhea is kind of cool (how she put up with Big Kahuna is a total mystery to her), and y’know, she’s actually pretty? LIke, pretty pretty. And nice, and totally normal, and maybe they get a coffee after the game, and catch a movie on the weekend, and maybe sometimes Phoebe forgets to fish about Big Kahuna at all, but that’s an easy mistake to make, and maybe Henry gives her a Look when he hears about it, but it’s nothing, Phoebe thinks.

She’s just doing her due diligence. 

Being thorough, y’know? 

I mean, who even knows when information could come out, and Phoebe’s just laying the groundwork anyway, she thinks, watching the line of Rhea’s neck, the purse of her lips, blinking rapidly when Rhea leans across the table, the curve of her breast visible beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, and says: “I know you’re a fed.” 

And Phoebe splutters as Rhea keeps leaning forwards. 

“I’m not going to tell you anything about him.” 

And what can Phoebe say except okay, something in her chest tightening at - - at what, Phoebe has no idea. Just knows that Rhea’s so close she can feel the other woman’s breath on her cheek.  

“I just want to be clear about that,” she tells her. “If we’re going to do this.” 

And Phoebe blinks, owlish at Rhea, pulse rapid and mouth dry as she asks: “Do what?” 

And well, it turns out Phoebe likes Rhea even more when she’s kissing her.

4. Greg x Dr. Josh.

Okay, so maybe two things happen. 

Maybe it’s a party of something when Annie finally turns around and tells Greg about kissing her therapist, and honestly, Greg shouldn’t be surprised. This is what Annie does, after all, and telling her off never really gets him anywhere, so he pours them both another drink, and - - sure, maybe another. 

Then maybe a few more. 

Because it’s just like they’re in this loop, y’know? Him and her. Like she fucks up and it’s not like she expects him to clean up after her (he’s not Beth), but it’s like there’s something in Annie where she needs him to know about it, and that just really gets to him sometimes, because like, Annie’s not his responsibility just because they have a kid together. Besides, he has Nancy now, so it’s not like he needs Annie, and even thinking about Nancy sort of makes him want to go and find her, so then he’s drunkenly stumbling around this party, looking for that cape of perfect blonde hair, and okay, maybe that’s when the second thing happens.

Annie. Nancy. Closet. Necking. Maybe a shirt’s off? There’s a lot of like - - like mouths and hand stuff and Greg slams the door shut and maybe goes and lies on the grass outside for a while. 

And okay, maybe it’s not a surprise either. Maybe this is also what Annie does too, but still, he stews on it, and then stews on it some more, and so what if he interrogates Ben for this therapist’s address, because like - - hadn’t Annie been going to him for months? How could this guy make everything worse. 

And sure, maybe storming into the guy’s office, drunk on anger this time instead of beer, isn’t the best idea, but he’s just - - pissed, y’know? And maybe he yells at the guy about where he gets off, kissing patients. Making his patients kiss his wife, and okay, the guy’s pale at first, but then is sort of nice, and they sit on the beanbags and talk for a bit about Hurricane Annie, and actually, he’s finished work for the day, so maybe they should go get a beer or whatever? 

And maybe later, when Josh drops a nervous hand to his knee and awkwardly closes the distance between them, when Greg’s kissing back, he does sort of wonder if he and Annie won’t always be pulling from the same pool. 

5. Turner x Noah. 

Come on. We all saw s2. There’s no way Turner didn’t offer a, ahem, hand to help Noah get over Annie. 

[kingyeoly]

Privilege : Chapter 3

Synopsis: Kyungsoo lands halfway across the world in Seoul after his mother’s death. Cue the rich long-lost CEO father and a spot at one of the most prestigious boarding schools in The Republic of Korea. It doesn’t take long for Kyungsoo to get mixed in with a troublesome group of elite boys. Or, Where Kyungsoo finds out he’s actually the Korean Cinderella. Suho, the untouchable semi-evil stepbrother who rules the school with an iron fist. Sehun, the adorable little (big) brother who defends Kyungsoo at all costs. Jongin, the heir to a hotel empire and a LITERAL model (possible prince charming?) and Chanyeol, the best friend/volleyball star who challenges Jongin in winning over Kyungsoo’s heart. Who will win? Rated: R

Warnings: Fluff, Slow burn, Boy X Boy, Smut, Love triangles

Pairings: D.O & Kai, D.O & Chanyeol, Sehun & Chanyeol, Suho & Lay

Chapter 2

Masterpost

Chapter 4

You all packed up?” Sehun asked as he plopped himself on Kyungsoo’s neatly made bed.

Kyungsoo zipped up his final suitcase, a little annoyed he had unpacked all of his belongings just to pack them up again.

“That’s the last of it, what about you?”

“Finished last night,” Sehun wiggled his eyebrows cutely as he broke into a little smile, “We’re leaving in a few, I’ll go down and tell Mr. Kim your bags are ready to go!” With that, the tall boy quickly jumped from the bed, turned on his heels and headed to complete his task.

“Gotcha, thANKS!” Kyungsoo surprisingly yelped as his ringtone startled him.

“Chanyeol,” he read the id of the incoming call and quickly swiped to answer.

“Hello? Kyungsoo?”

“Yeol!” He couldn’t hold back his smile, “How have you been? It’s been a while, right? School started for you, yeah? How is it? Volleyball? Tell me all about it!”

Chanyeol let out a hearty laugh, a sound that Kyungsoo missed so much.

“Well, you seem pretty happy. Everything going alright with the family then? The evil step-brother?”

“Hey,” Kyungsoo nagged, “I asked you first.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Chanyeol groaned as he laid in bed, “Doing well, Kyungsoo. School did start and volleyball is fun, wish you were still here though. Miss going to stress eat and study with you after practice,” he chuckled, “Our first game is coming up, cheer for me from Seoul?”

Kyungsoo grinned, “Yeah, of course, Chanyeol. You guys are going to win, no doubt about it.”

He sighed, “Yeah, I hope we do. Kind of stressful being the captain but we have a good line-up. I’m feeling confident.”

“Good.” Kyungsoo proudly stated.

“Now what about you? What are you up to today?”

“Well, I’m going to a boarding school, Sehun and Suho too.” he paused, “Kind of nervous about it? Not quite sure if I’ll like it or if I’ll even fit in, you know?”

Chanyeol’s line was filled with rustling and ruffling, “Oh yeah? What’s the school called?”

“Uh, Seoul National Academy I think?” The small teen sighed, “I was just thinking about how funny it was that just a few weeks ago I was unpacking only to repack all my stuff.” He laughed as he played with a piece of his hair, “So annoying, don’t you think?”

Kyungsoo waited for a response only to hear silence.

“Chanyeol?”

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, I-I agree, yes.”

“Did you even hear what I ev-”

“You’re packing up your stuff again after you just moved in with your dad and unpacked all your crap just a couple of weeks ago.” He snickered under his breath.

“I’m glad you’ve maintained your wonderful sense of humor, Yeol.” He rolled his eyes, secretly loving it, of course.

“Neat school, sorry, I was looking it up, but you know I always pay attention to you Soo-ya.”

“Yeah, yea-”

“Kyungsoo!” Sehun stood at the door with Mr. Kim by his side, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, just one minute, ok?” Kyungsoo smiled as Sehun stepped to the side allowing Mr. Kim to handle Kyungsoo’s bags.

“What’s going on?” Chanyeol asked, his voice sounding as if he were busy or concentrating on something else.

“Time to go I’m afraid.” He paused, “Uh, can I call you when I get to the school, Yeol?”

“Of course, take care alright?”

“Yeah,” Kyungsoo cooed, “You too, okay? Good luck with your game!”

“Thanks, right back at cha’! See you soon Kyungsoo, goodnight.”

Kyungsoo bit his lip thinking of Chanyeol’s last words.

“You ready?” Sehun happily interrupted as he extended his hand to his brother.

Kyungsoo quickly sprang up from his bed, taking Sehun’s larger hand into his own, unsure and totally unaware of what this boarding school had in store for him.

The Seoul National Academy was like something out of a fairytale. Lush greenery, gardens, and tall pine trees coated the institution. The car passed a set of tall polished gates driving on brick pavement that leads the way to the immaculate buildings that were incredibly castle-like with a with some modern, cutting-edge high-rise towers.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Sehun interrupted Kyungsoo as he stared in utter disbelief.

“This is our school?” Kyungsoo asked in an emotionless tone.

“Ehh, more like our home. At least for the year anyway!” Sehun cheerfully replied as he moved his head closer to Kyungsoo’s, gazing out the window with his older brother to see three magnificent fountains placed at the center of the main building of the academy.

The queue was filled with lines of luxurious black cars and helpers assisting the prospecting students with their name brand, high dollar luggage, and suitcases’.

“Well, this is it, boys.” Mr. Kim’s prideful voice filled the car as if he were about to drop off his own children at their first day of kindergarten.

Suho jumped out of the car the minute it stopped, slamming the door which Sehun annoyingly grimaced at.

“Hey! That punk…” Sehun rolled his eyes as he reached over Kyungsoo opening the door, “Let’s go lil’ big hyung.” Kyungsoo glared at Sehun which made the younger brother giggle with playfulness.

The boys stepped out of the car as Mr. Kim and another assistant quickly got to work sorting out all the luggage and baggage the boys had packed.

“Suho, over here!” An unfamiliar voice shouted in their direction.

The pair turned to see the face to the voice only to gaze upon, not one, but, three boys decked out in the entire school ensemble. The navy-blue school blazer with vibrant red piping, logo'd with the academy emblem on the left pocket, a vibrant red tie with navy blue accents, fitted black dress pants, and elegant shiny black leather loafers to top it off.

“Baekhyun, Minseok, Jongdae how did the summer treat you three?”

“Ahh, pretty good. Stayed in New York with my mom; the company is booming. Did some modeling here and there, the usual.” The guy with perfect dewy skin and big welcoming eyes answered who seemed to be named Baekhyun.

Suho patted Baekhyun’s shoulder and shot him a dapper smile, “What about you, Minseok?”

“Just shadowed my dad the whole summer, super boring CEO stuff, but, got to tag along on that Dubai trip with you and Kai so that was pretty sweet.”

“Of course, buddy,” Suho replied with such charm, “And you, Jongdae?”

“Partied in LA for a good while, jumped to NYC to hang with Baekhyun for a bit and somehow ended up in Canada drunk and confused.” The four boys broke out into laughter as Sehun and Kyungsoo watched from afar.

“Who are they?” Kyungsoo asked Sehun in a curious manner.

He had never seen Suho so incredibly smooth and charismatic. It was such a strange experience, maybe he wasn’t all bad after all?

“Them?” Sehun asked with raised brows and a quick sigh, “Those four, well, five, basically run the school; Minseok is the student body president and plays almost every possible instrument you can think of, Chen is the captain of the football team and is basically slated to join the Olympic team in the next games, Baekhyun is a part-time model and is also on the swim team which leads us to Suho who is the notorious ringleader that ties the group together and basically runs the school.”

Kyungsoo turned to look at his little brother, “And you’re the fifth?” He asked curiously.

“Me?” Sehun chuckled, “No way, I’m too sweet.”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes playfully, “Then who’s the fift-”

“Kai!!” A loud voice boomed which immediately cut off Kyungsoo mid-sentence. His attention was now on a tall figure with broad shoulders and beautiful tanned skin; wearing the same tailor-made uniform the other three boys were sporting as well.

Somehow, he looked one hundred times better, Kyungsoo thought.

The four boys greeted Jongin with open arms and handshakes keeping up with formalities and what not.

“Him.” Sehun bleated, “Kim Jongin aka Kai for short.”

“What’s with the double name?” Kyungsoo wondered.

“Well, he’s a model so his agency gave him the nickname Kai since it’s a little chicer and universally friendly.

Anyways, he’s mega-rich, but, who isn’t at this school? Captain of the volleyball team and dating the most sought-after girl in the school, Krystal Jung.”

Kyungsoo nodded in silence, his gaze totally fixated on Jongin; incredibly captured by his obvious good looks but also thinking of their short interactions which activated that deep gut feeling he couldn’t explain last time.

Kyungsoo immediately shook that off those thoughts when in the midst of his ogling their eyes met and locked. Jongin’s stare was soft yet fixated on the smaller teenager from across the fountains.

Jongin smugly grinned forcing Kyungsoo to break eye contact indefinitely.

“You good?” Sehun asked as he draped his long arm over Kyungsoo’s shoulder.

He nodded as Sehun lead the way towards the group of boys he had just introduced to Kyungsoo.

“Sehunie!!” Baekhyun exclaimed, “Hey, did you get taller?? You look good!” The other boys seemingly agreed nodded and praising Sehun for his good looks and glowing skin.

“Hey, who’s your friend, Sehun?” Minseok asked the attention focusing on a very anxious Kyungsoo.

“Well, I’m assuming Suho didn’t tell you guys but...this is our long-lost brother-"

“Step”

“HALF.” Suho managed to make a side comment in which Sehun was having none of it, reclaiming his time and ignoring his bitter older brother.

“My half-brother, but, our brother regardless. He just moved in with us a few weeks ago. His name is Do Kyungsoo and he’s from the states.” Sehun proudly smiled as he introduced his new-found brother to the group. Formalities and brief introductions were quickly exchanged.

“Ahh, so he’s a Do, is he?” Chen chimed in with subtle surprise in his tone.

“I’m sure the story is rather interesting, maybe tell us over dinner sometime during a less hectic time, Kyungsoo?” Minseok politely suggested, his features warm and welcoming.

Kyungsoo quietly nodded.

“He’d love to,” Sehun replied, “He’s a little shy at first but he warms up quick!” Sehun joked, patting his brother's back in support.

“So, would we be expecting to see you tonight at Privilege House then?”

“No.” Suho bluntly stated cutting of Minseok’s question.

“Why’s that?” Baekhyun asked.

“He’s a Legacy, after all, he deserves to be in Privilege House,” Minseok stated with a no-nonsense tone.

“No room, we filled up Privilege House this year,” Suho said emotionlessly.

Sehun grimaced with confusion, “That’s funny, I remember you saying we had some vacant spots this year considering the graduates that left last year?” His question was covered in a no bullshit tone which annoyed the hell out of Suho.

“Lucky enough I was able to find some incoming Legacies to fill in the vacant spots, really last-minute stuff and all you understand Sehunie,” Suho replied in a condescending tone. The air around the group turning tense and awkward.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it, Sehun.” He nudged his tall brother with a convincing smile, “It’ll be fine, yeah?” Sehun annoyingly grumbled under his breath; totally furious with Suho.

“Well, maybe next semester we can get Kyungsoo in with us? That’s where he belongs anyhow.” Minseok stated offering Kyungsoo a supportive and genuine smile.

An announcement filled the air informing incoming students of rooming situations and where to find out their dormitory placements.

“Well, we should get going,” Sehun said in an awkward tone, “We’ll catch up with you guys later.” As Sehun excused Kyungsoo and himself goodbyes were exchanged.

Kyungsoo briefly locked eyes with an emotionless Jongin one last time before being escorted by Sehun to the gymnasium where he would find out where he would be living for the entire year at Seoul National Academy.

“330...331...332!” Sehun exclaimed, “Here we are!”

Kyungsoo made his way to the front door placing his room card onto the sensor which immediately made a small bell sound granting them access.

“Home sweet…home…” Sehun’s tone quickly went from excitement to utter disappointment.

“Well, this isn’t right...” He said dully.

Kyungsoo looked around the room, which, wasn’t at all horrible, it was a dorm. Sure, it was pretty plain and simple but in no way, was it shabby or ill-kept. It reminded Kyungsoo of a fond memory of his mother. The two went on vacation to the Grand Canyon. 

His mother had been saving up for such a long time, her hard work paid off when they were able to afford a Hilton Hotel for their entire trip. The design of the high-end hotel reminded him a lot of the dorm he stood staring at now. He smiled at the thought.

“You’re smiling?” Suhun asked in a somewhat surprised tone.

“Hmm?” Kyungsoo snapped out of his thoughts, “I am? Well, I mean, uh...It’s not bad, Sehun.” He defended the room earnestly.

Sehun groaned, “Can I address the elephant in the room?” He sounded like such a little kid whining, Kyungsoo chuckled at how cute Sehun was being despite his chic outer appearance and tall modelesque stature.

“Please.” He replied in an amused tone.

“You belong at Privilege House. Period.” His tone was serious, matched with furrowed brows and a little pout.

Kyungsoo grimaced in confusion, “You know, I’ve heard ‘Privilege House’ and ‘Legacy’ thrown around a lot today and I have no idea what that even means.”

He placed his hands on his hips, “Care to explain?”

Sehun huffed as he plopped himself on Kyungsoo’s bed, “Privilege House is basically a super luxurious dorm…well, more like a mini-mansion, kind of? The dorm has a long history that is directly related to this Academy. Basically, a whole bunch of rich people funded this school because they wanted an institution that had a high standard for both learnings and for their boogie lifestyles. So, a handful of them put their money together and invested in the creation of what is now Seoul National Academy. And their children and their children’s children are called Legacies since our families basically built the school. Meaning, we have a lot of pull here and when we graduate and apply for universities we’ll basically get admitted with no issues because of our connection to this school. Many of Korea’s elites graduated from this very high school.”

Kyungsoo pursed his lips, not really expecting that kind of explanation. “Soo, that makes me a Legacy then?”

Sehun nodded with a small frown on his face, ‘Yes, and that’s where you belong, hyung.” He offered his hand to Kyungsoo taking his smaller hands into his, “You belong with us.”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes in defeat, “You know Suho would rather eat dirt than to see me in that place. He hates me.”

Sehun huffed, his arms now wrapped around Kyungsoo’s torso his face buried in his shirt, “Just give him some time, okay?” He said in a muffled tone which earned a giggle form Kyungsoo.

He patted his little brothers head, running his hands through his neatly styled hair.

“Don’t worry, I’m stronger than I look.” Kyungsoo said offering his little brother some reassurance.

Sehun pulled Kyungsoo down onto the bed where he coddled his smaller brother nuzzling his face into the crook of Kyungsoo’s neck taking deep breaths, letting out a low groan.

“The drive here is so boring and long, I usually take a cat nap right after.” His voice was getting groggy and Kyungsoo welcomed the contact from Sehun.

Kyungsoo let out a big yawn, totally unaware that he was pretty tuckered out himself. Before he knew it Sehun’s breathing became steady and he could see his chest rise and lower in equal time.

It was soothing in a way and Kyungsoo soon fell into the same state bundled up and content with his little big brother by his side.

“Rise and shine!” Sehun happily exclaimed patting Kyungsoo’s butt as the smaller teen was rolled up in the duvet covers like a little taco.

Kyungsoo groaned at the sight of the bright light shining through the elegant window. Through squinted eyes, Kyungsoo began to look around only to notice a completely shirtless Sehun.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” he asked dryly, smacking his lips desperately needing water down his dry mouth.

“Funny story, actually.” Sehun said in a joking tone to which Kyungsoo groaned closing his eyes and listening, “You, hyung, have a very hot body. It was literally like lying next to an oven.”

“Me?!” Kyungsoo exclaimed eyes still closed.

“Heck yeah,” he laughed, “I had to push you off of me so many times until I finally decided to take some layers on. I couldn’t handle the heat you were emitting.”

Kyungsoo shook his head, still half asleep of course.

“Lies.”

“I only tell the truth” Sehun retorted, “Hey,” his tone quickly changed, “I wonder where your roommate is? He should have gotten in yesterday.

“Hmm?” Kyungsoo moaned drifting in an out of consciousness to which Sehun slapped his brother’s butt again in hopes to wake him up.

“I said that you should have gotten your roommate yesterday. It’s kind of weird that he isn’t here.” Kyungsoo rolled around in the bed, untangling himself from the warm comfort he duvet provided.

“Well, maybe he’s just late?” Kyungsoo grumbled as he made his way to the bathroom to wash up for the day.

“Well, technically everyone was supposed to check in yesterday…Hey, do you think you’ll end up getting a single?!” Sehun’s tone quickly went from questioning to excitement. “Then anytime I wanted to come over I could! And we can hang out away from old man Suho.”

Kyungsoo laughed mid teeth-brushing as he turned to face his younger brother.

“You think? Does that even happen here?” He replied with a mouth full of toothpaste and hair a mess from sleep.

“It’s rare, but, I have heard of some cases where a double room turns into a single…But that’s usually due to one of the kids having some sort of mental breakdown or they get into trouble with drugs and stuff. And their parents ship them off to rehab.”

Kyungsoo flashed a concerned look of horror that Sehun saw in the mirror. The last thing Kyungsoo needed was some psycho roommate whose: A. trying to kill him, or, B. his room becoming some sort of drug dungeon.

Sehun quickly waved his hands in dismissal, “Oh, but that’s probably not the case!” He nervously laughed, “At least I hope not anyway…”

Kyungsoo finished off his morning routine, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes groggily before Sehun wrapped his long arms around his smaller brother resting his head on Kyungsoo’s shoulder.

“Hyung! I’m hungry…Can we go eat?” Sehun whined like a little kid. Kyungsoo somehow managed to hate that yet love it at the same time. It was incredibly cute and endearing.

“Mmm, good idea! Where should we go?” He asked calmly as Sehun perked up with joy.

“HQ!”

“What’s that?”

“Allow me to explain,” Sehun cleared his throat, “HQ, formally known as Hana Square,  is a place where students here go to eat, study, or just hang out. It’s called the HQ because it's just easier to pronounce I guess. Anyways, they have a lot of good food there! Casual to fancy eateries, cafes, a movie theatre, karaoke, some shops, arcades, heck we even have a Whole Foods.”

“Whole Foods?” Kyungsoo asked curiously.

“Yeah,” Sehun retorted in a chipper tone, “You guys have Whole Foods in America, right?”

Kyungsoo’s eyes darted left to right totally unaware of what a Whole Foods existence.

Sehun pursed his lips out of awkwardness, “Uhh, well that’s beside the point. What’s important here is that we can go there! Get dressed!”

The two eventually got changed, Sehun ended up having to borrow a shirt of Kyungsoo’s which was admiringly a little too small for the lanky Sehun.

But, somehow, the youngest brother made it work and after a few teasing words from Kyungsoo the two set off for a savory yet delicious meal.

The way Sehun described HQ was incredibly underwhelming and didn’t do the place justice at all. The establishment was incredibly impressive, to say the least. There were students everywhere from hanging out with their group of friends, to share a meal together, the place was lively and super busy. To put it simply, HQ was like a super decked out mini-mall with a food court and a hint of stores here and there.

“What do you think?” Sehun proudly asked as his arm was slung over Kyungsoo’s shoulders.

“I feel like we’re in a mall.” He replied in a matter of fact tone.

“Huh, I guess it kind of gives off that vibe, doesn’t it?” Kyungsoo began looking around trying to see potential places that could satisfy their cravings.

“Sehun!” A voice called out.

The two boys turned to see a smiling Minseok walking towards them; only this time his attire was more casual as opposed to yesterday.

“…and Kyungsoo! Yes, I remember,” he laughed earnestly, “It’s kind of important for me to at least be acquainted with everyone that attends this school considering I’m the President and all.”

“Yeah, but what will you do when you manage to become president of the Republic of Korea? You won’t be able to learn all of our names then.” Another voice added, only to be Baekhyun appearing from behind the brothers.

Sehun nodded in agreement, “Baek has a good point.”

“Yeah? I wish I could forget both of your names, you punks” Minseok teased before focusing his attention back on Kyungsoo. “So, was Sehun giving you a little tour today before school starts tomorrow?”

Kyungsoo nodded, “Yes, but also we’re pretty hungry so we came here to see what we could find.”

“Well, let’s eat together,” Baekhyun replied making his way around Minseok. Staring directly at Kyungsoo with a smug little smile and twinkling eyes.

Why are all the boys here so handsome, did I miss something? Kyungsoo thought.

“I was actually on my way to get some pizza, does that sound good to you guys?” Baekhyun added looking to Minseok for approval.

With the boys all in agreeance, the group made their way to quite possibly the fanciest Pizza Hut Kyungsoo had ever been to in his life. Minseok ordered for the table and as the group chowed down on their meal, questions concerning Kyungsoo began to roll.

“Soo how old are you?” Minseok started off.

“I’m Sixteen and I’m in year two.” He politely answered.

“Oh, so did you just turn then?” Baekhyun added.

“Yeah, my birthday is January twelfth.” He smiled as the two nodded.

“Okay, so then I’d be your hyung, that goes with Chen as well. We’re in year three.” Minseok stated, quickly getting formalities and what not out of the way, “And then Kai and Baekhyun would be your classmates; they’re in year two as well.”

“Which leaves me!” Sehun exclaimed almost as if he were a little kid, “I’m the baby of the group. Year one.” He jokingly wiggled his long index finger as if it were a little solo flag.

“Don’t you mean brat?” Baekhyun teased throwing a piece of his breadstick at the now offended Sehun.

“Ya! Don’t tease me like that, I’m actually quite sensitive.” Kyungsoo laughed at his brother’s stuffy facial expression before looking around the table, really taking in the moment.

So much had happened in the past forty-eight hours it was hard to believe just how crazy this all was. He was relieved though, he thought this would somehow be a disaster but Sehun’s friends were so funny and welcoming.

The fear of not being able to fit in was quickly being erased from his list of worries.

“Okay, okay, next question.” Baekhyun started, “Why are we only finding out about you now? You know, the presence of another Do at this school has stirred some rumors and controversy.”

Kyungsoo squinted, “What do you mean rumors?”

“Oh, Kyungsoo, everyone here talks. Between studying and student’s blowing their trust funds on stupid shit, they gossip. It’s a nasty thing, really, but, I’m afraid we’re all a slave to it.” Kyungsoo looked to Minseok, skeptical of Baekhyun’s words only to be met with a pitiful look and a blank stare.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Sehun said in support, “I’m sure people are just surprised because growing up it’s only been me and Suho. Now that after all this time has passed and you’re thrown into the mix It’s only natural that people are even a little curious as to how that happened.”

“Yeah,” Baekhyun’s voice was filled with jest, “I mean who dropped the ball there, right?”

That earned a jab from Minseok and an apologetic look from the now pained Baekhyun.

Kyungsoo shifted in his seat, quickly taking a drink of his water before explaining how his life went from literal rags to riches. He made sure to be a brief as possible, not wanting to overshare his story with strangers he wasn't sure he could totally trust.

“How have you been adjusting since then? Minseok asked sincerely.

Kyungsoo bit his lip before confessing his thoughts, “Well, at first I was nervous. You guys’ world is so much different than the one I came from in the States.”

The three boys nodded in silence listening to Kyungsoo intently.

“However, you two seem very nice, and Sehun has been helping to make me feel pretty comfortable so my attitude about it all is changing. It doesn’t seem so dark and scary after all.” He offered a little smile, making sure the others know he’s fine despite the changes.

“I can’t possibly imagine how your situation feels, but, if you ever need something, anything at all…you can come to me, alright?” Minseok’s stare was stern yet true. Kyungsoo had good judgment of character and could sense Minseok’s sincerity. It resonated off of him so naturally.

“Forewarning though,” Baekhyun added with a slightly ominous tone, “There are people who attend this school who cannot wait to watch you fail or mess up. Although this school has a lot of bells and whistles there are many people who work in the shadows waiting for a scandal to gossip about.”

Kyungsoo grew tense at Baekhyun’s words, he looked to Sehun only to be met with a tight-lipped grimace that confirmed a new worry.

“Just be careful,” Minseok added, “Never trust anyone outside of Privilege house. One scandal could literally cost you your place at the school…or-.” Minseok stopped himself.

Sehun huffed awkwardly, taking Kyungsoo’s hands into his own, stealing his attention from a visibly upset Minseok.

“Kyungsoo, uh…just be careful. This school isn’t all what it seems to be, okay, hyung?”

The ominous air ended up dying down after Baekhyun choked on his drink that almost shot out of his nose.

The boys parted ways quickly after lunch had ended, Sehun managed to walk his older brother halfway back to his dorm before Kyungsoo shooed him off, not wanting to burden his little brother anymore.

After much fight, he conceded and listened to Kyungsoo, hugging his older brother before heading to Privilege House, annoyed greatly that Kyungsoo would not be following him in the dorm that he rightfully belonged to.

“What a day,” Kyungsoo huffed as he walked up the marble stairs, making it to the third floor and towards his new room.

As Kyungsoo walked down the hall, classical music could be heard. The soothing sounds only grew stronger and stronger until he realized the sounds were coming out of his exact dorm room.

He tilted his head, realizing this could be the roommate he was meant to have. Sehun would be crushed to know that his dreams of staying over here sometimes were but that; a dream.

Kyungsoo gripped the door handle after scanning his key card, awkwardly peering from behind the door.

“Hello?” Kyungsoo stated shyly.

The figure slowly turned around to meet eyes with Kyungsoo.

His roommate was about the same height, hair black and skin bright, clear as day.

His bone structure was unique and his eyes were dark and impossible to read, yet gentle.

“Hello,” his voice was velvety and light, “My name is Zhang Yixing…what’s yours?”

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Bite Me | A Park Jimin Fanfiction

Day 31 | Cute (Ch. 25)

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It's been one month since this whole thing started.

So much has happened since it started and it seems crazy that so much time has gone by. We are still at the farm as well. I am honestly surprised that we are still here in all actuality. I thought that this place would have been run over by now but I guess I was wrong.

Things have gotten better with Jimin. He doesn't avoid me like he was and is talking to me like normal again. I still wonder what he was going to tell me but I guess whenever he is ready to I will be here.

Taehyung on the other hand...well...I think I like him. God I am such an idiot to be falling for someone at this point in time but I won't bore you with sappy details and how every time he looks at me I melt because that is the exact opposite of what I do.

Instead, I run away. Yeah that's right. Now that I know my feelings, if he even glances at me, I go into hiding like being chased by a monster. He probably thinks I am weird but I couldn't care less. I just don't want to act on these feelings. I have decided to just like him from afar, and instead be friends. It makes my life and his a billion times easier that way so that is that.

Krystal's bump is growing little by little. I think she has finally decided that no matter what happens she is going to do her all protecting the baby, as it is the last thing she has left of Kai. She still cries every now and then but it has gotten a lot better compared to when he first turned. I think she just now focuses on working with the farm with the rest of us.

Lisa and Namjoon are still bickering like crazy. It's less intense then when it was when we first met them though. Maybe they are finally warming up to each other? Who knows.

Jae is still hitting on anything that moves, despite being bedridden all the time. I would usually bring food up to him and he would flirt and crack some pick-up lines and I would just roll my eyes. I think he just honestly likes being the life of the party more than anything.

My father and Jimin's parents are working on building a fence along the farm, wanting to keep it safe. They are out all day, building it to protect us. It's at least 7 feet tall all around, allowing the zombies to not see us if they are close and to distance ourselves from them.

Bomi and Jung-Yoon are always helping with the animals, probably happy to be able to do something. I never got to talk to Bomi after everything that happened that day. I think she preferred that I didn't talk about it so I did just that. I pretended like it never happened.

They said they would be back but we haven't seen a single thing from them yet. It terrified me, thinking that they could bring tons of people and overrun the farm, but I tried to put it in the back of my mind as much as possible.

Yijong always made us food, and brings such a lively atmosphere to the place. I am really happy we were able to find this place. It is safe, for now at least, and we have met some pretty amazing people.

Hyuk and Irene have also started hanging out more often. Everywhere I go, I see the two of them together, laughing or talking. Sometimes I catch Hyuk's eye and give him a thumbs up to cheer him on making him laugh. They are adorable together so I ship them hard. Even if I can't find love in this hellhole, maybe at least those two can.

I on the other hand have been learning how to shoot whenever I have time. Everyone else seems to be better with guns than me and so I need to catch up. There is an area in the back of the fields that has a lot of empty space, allowing me to practice. I put a silencer on the gun I am holding, to keep it from attracting any nearby zombies.

I placed empty cans on the end of an old broken-down tractor that they don't use anymore. I carefully lifted the gun, closed one eye, picked my target, and took a shot. The bullet went flying past the can and instead hit the front of the tractor. I winced at how bad I was.

Being careful again, I lifted once more and did the one thing I remember Kai telling me to do. I closed my eyes for a split second before opening them again. Holding the gun in both hands, I focused in on my target and took a breath in. As I breathed out, my finger hit the trigger, hitting the can right on. Shocked, I did a little happy dance, finally happy to hit one. I turned around in a circle to stop when seeing Taehyung behind me. I immediately stopped, embarrassed.

"Uh, tell me you didn't just see that," I asked, giving him an awkward smile as he laughed. He slowly walked over to me, holding his stomach.

"Nope sorry. I saw everything." Oh god, I am such a dweeb, I thought to myself. He just saw me doing my weird dance. Heavens save my soul. "It was cute though, so don't feel too embarrassed," He stated, leaving me in shock. He just called me cute. Called me. Cute. I quickly shook my head, wanting these thoughts to disapper. No. Don't get your hopes up Av. "How did you get it that second time?" He wondered, probably seeing how badly I missed that first shot.

"It was something Kai taught me back when we were in the cabin. He told me that if you breath out will focusing on what you are aiming at, it helps you get the shot," I explained. "So I did just that and I hit it, thank heavens. I mean I am a horrible shot so every little bit helps," I said, rubbing the back of my head out of nervousness. God, stop talking Av.

"Really? Can I try?" He asked, sticking his hand out. I nodded and handed him the gun, standing behind him as he held the gun up. He took a deep breath in and as soon as he let it out, he took the shot, hitting the next can down. "Daebak, it does work!" He said, ecstatic at this new found thing. He then ran over and gave me a hug, making me freeze. He lifted me up and spun me around out of happiness and then set me back down. I didn't know what to say or do so I stayed still.

What I didn't realize however was that he was staring at me, looking over each one of my features on my face. His face suddenly turned serious as he stared, making my cheeks start to burn. I quickly felt like I had to do something. To get away.

I escaped from his arms and backed up a bit, wanting to keep a distance. Instead I did what I can only do best in situations like this - ramble like an idiot.

"Heh, wow you did awesome! You are a good shot, much better than me, I mean I can barely even hit a can and a can doesn't even move, can you imagine me hitting a walker like wow would I suck I bet you that it would get me before I could even shoot at it and then I would be gone for sure it would totally eat my brains and-" Stopping me mid sentence Taehyung shut me up with the last thing I expected.

He pressed his lips against mine, holding my face up with his two hands. I was shocked beyond belief, not even able to kiss him back. He then stopped all of a sudden, the warmth of his lips still lingering on mine. My face turned beet red as he smiled at me.

"You really are too cute." He said, and I was pretty sure my heart just leaped out of my chest and exploded.

"W-Wait, what- I am so- Wait..." I stuttered, unable to process what just happened.

"Shh, just be quiet," He whispered, leaving me speechless. And then he leaned in once more, his lips gently touching mine. I wasn't as shocked this time as he kissed me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer as he deepened the kiss. I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck as I started to kiss him back, not believing that this was actually happening. What did it mean? I don't know, but I only thought one thing.

Screw Rule Number 9.

[reattachmcnts]

She wasn’t someone who particularly liked getting dolled up and pampered. These days Beth only made the effort for her boyfriend, whose interest seemed to have an inverse relation to how hard she tried. But that wasn’t relevant right now, Beth reminded herself as she got a look inside the nail salon from her spot at the curb. With sunglasses covering most of her face she felt safe in staring. MK had given her a name and work address with a suggestion that Beth investigate. And so she was, from afar. Beth swore she could smell the acetone even from where she was.

And then she caught sight of this Krystal Goderitch, and a rare smile came to her. She was so used to dealing with MK and Alison and Cosima and well, dealing with business. Research. Investigation. To see someone with her face (but not her hair, holy hell) look so glamorous and chatty and carefree even from afar was something. She made the impulsive decision to turn the investigation into full-on contact. Curiosity wouldn’t let her just observe. She kept her glasses on as she entered, playing it as casually as she could at the front reception. “So if I’ve had a rough day... work and all... think you guys could squeeze in a walk-in?” // @healerclone