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xmagicxshopx · 4 years

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💋 Often 💋

Genre: Slice of Life, Comedy Rating: M (smut) Warnings: strip club, oral (f receiving), protected penetrative sex Pairing: stripper!jungkook x reader Notes: AU fic. Not idol!jungkook. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: This is a project and collaboration by myself, @katebacks and @taevjim Mine is based on the song Often by The Weeknd

Summary: She asked me if i do this everyday, i said often. Asked how many times she rode the wave, not so often. Bitches down to do it either way, often. Baby i can make that pussy rain, often.

Routine.

You were all about the routine. It was what you knew and what you were comfortable with; the different and the unknown being your two biggest fears in life. You had a routine. A simple five-day, nine-to-five job that paid you well. A morning schedule of get ready for work, coffee and bagel for breakfast, feed the cat, and drive exactly 20 and a half minutes to get to work. Your evenings were no different as far as having a set schedule. Come home, feed the cat, pop dinner in the microwave, eat, chill, sleep.

All of your friends and family, even your coworkers, tried to gently and kindly nudge you into mixing your life up a bit. Add some spice to it. Broaden your horizon. But you were just fine with the way things were. You didn’t need any spice in your life and your horizon was as broad as you wanted it to be. Your belief? Don’t fix it if it’s not broken and your life wasn’t broken in the slightest. Everything was just peachy. You were happy and that’s what mattered most, right?

Or were you happy?

You scoffed at your reflection in your bathroom mirror as the self doubt started to creep into your brain like an ominous fog. Of course you were happy! Why wouldn’t you be??? Brushing off the sudden wave of doubt that managed to fill your very core, you continued getting ready for work before heading out the door. But of course not before feeding your cat at exactly ten minutes till eight.

Upon walking into the office, you noticed that it was just another day. Everyone already at their desks typing away in their little cubicles while papers could be heard shuffling around into neat, organized piles. The copier buzzing away as it performed the tasks asked of it. You liked this. This was your comfort zone. Routine was good. Everything was good. You had just put your purse away and went to sit down at your desk when one of your coworkers popped up over the top of your cubicle.

“So, girl friend! It’s a Friday and I’m taking you out whether you like it or not. Be ready by nine!”

Wait what???

“But---”

“Wear something slutty, too.”

Okay, yeah. Because that was totally your style. As your coworker went back to her own work, it was now your turn to carefully climb onto your desk on your knees so that you could look over the other cubicle. Scoffing softly, you tried your best to argue over why you couldn’t go out with her tonight.

“But Gigi, I don’t have anything like that and besides, I go to bed by nine. I need my beauty sleep.”

You knew your words were weak and sounded feeble even to your own ears. What kind of excuses were those??? Well, in your defense, you really didn’t have anything in your wardrobe that Gigi would consider ‘slutty’ and the both of you knew this. With a soft huff, your coworker simply rolled her eyes and said with a confident grin,

“Fine. I’ll lend you something to wear. We’re similar in size and body build so it’ll totally work. And tonight you’re skipping out on that beauty sleep. You’ll have plenty of time to recover over the weekend.”

Just as you were about to try and come up with yet another lame excuse, Gigi continued in addition,

“And today you’re not driving home. You’re driving to my place. I’ll give you the address and we’ll make a whole evening out of it. We’ll order take-out and stuff our faces so that the food can absorb the alcohol we’re gonna tank ourselves in tonight. It’s gonna be a blast!”

Somehow you highly doubted that. None of that sounded like a fun time to you. Well maybe the take-out part. Pouting in both defeat and confusion, you couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten into your coworker. You and Gigi weren’t official friends or anything so why was she doing this for you? Why put so much effort into someone who didn’t want it? With a soft huff, you muttered in defeat,

“Fine.”

It was all you could think about during the day while you tried to focus on work. Sure you knew there’d be a lot of time spent in the safety of your coworker’s home, but then where could she possibly be taking you that had to wait till after nine at night? Wait----She mentioned alcohol. Ugh. It was probably a club. Gross. Loud music, sweaty body odor every time you turn around, the stench of cheep beer. Ugh. That was not your idea of a fun night out. You didn’t even dance. You don’t even dance in front of your cat!

Before you knew it, it was five o’clock and time to pack up for the day and start the weekend. Normally, you’d be treating yourself to some drive thru food and just staying indoors till you had to leave for work the next Monday morning. However, thanks to Gigi, those plans had changed and you still weren’t all that excited about it. Pouting like a child who hadn’t gotten her way, you trudged yourself out of your cubicle to see a beaming Gigi by the elevator waiting for you.

“Don’t look so glum, we’re gonna have a great time!”

“Why are you doing all of this? You hardly know me.”

Just then, the elevator made a bell sound indicating that it had finally reached the floor you were on and the doors opened up for the both of you. As the two of you stepped inside, Gigi pressed the lobby button before clearing her throat a bit shyly and replied in a small, sheepish tone,

“I just hate to see you missing out on life, you know? I’m still new in town and I don’t have a lot of friends and you’re the only one who’s shown me any sort of kindness. I really appreciate that so I know you’re a good person and I just.....I dunno. This is going weird. Just go with it, okay?”

Never before had you seen your coworker so awkward. Gigi was always strutting her stuff with her body language screeching ‘confident’. To see her so shy and sheepish like this was new for you but somehow, you found yourself smiling and feeling touched. Suddenly feeling quite timid yourself, you cleared your throat and said softly,

“Well, I don’t know how good of a friend I’d make, but we can be friends if you want?”

You weren’t expecting the loud squeal of joy followed by the near tackle to the elevator floor as Gigi practically flung herself at you. It never dawned on you just how lonely your coworker must feel after moving to town. An area where she knew absolutely no one. No wonder she was overjoyed to hear your words. Awkwardly patting her back, you smiled up at the elevator ceiling before the doors finally opened again and brought the two of you out into the lobby.

“We’re gonna have so much fun, girly! I just know it! Dinner’s on me tonight, okay? You can pay for your drinks but dinner is definitely my treat. Come on, I’ll just meet you over at your place so you can leave your car and then we’ll drive together over to my place in my car.”

Everything was happening so fast and you definitely weren’t used to it. You preferred life in the slow lane but dang. Gigi was making that a thing of the past. Perhaps it was just her happiness of having made a new friend that caused her to be live like a wire and talking 90 miles a minute? Either way, before you could blink, you were giving her directions to your house and dropping your car off so that you could hop into hers.

During the ride to Gigi’s place, the two of you discussed what to have for dinner. Turns out she was indeed taking you to a club later tonight so alcohol was on the table as well. You could only imagine what a light weight you must be considering the fact that you really didn’t drink much. You were more of a celebratory drinker. Things like holidays and such. Otherwise, you never touched the stuff. You preferred your teas and coffee.

After deciding on Korean BBQ, the two of you placed your orders and had it delivered to Gigi’s place where the two of you eventually dug in; getting sauce all over your faces and laughing at each other over how messy the two of you looked. It was nice. This was nice. Something that you really didn’t think you’d feel based on your previous mindset. Perhaps getting out and socializing wasn’t so bad? This wasn’t so bad.

However, as the night hours passed, the hurdles only got more and more difficult to get over.

“Can’t I just go in what I’m wearing???”

“Girl----You’re wearing work clothes. No one goes to a club in their work clothes.”

The blush on your face was enough to zip your lips as you let your coworker now turned friend do her thing. Work her magic, you supposed. Would you even look right wearing something other than your usual conservative attire? Subconsciously nibbling your bottom lip in worry, you watched Gigi as she started pulling out pieces of clothing to inspect them, only to put them right back. You knew it. Nothing was going to look right on you. This just wasn’t your bag.

“Ha! Found it!”

Dang it.

Trying not to pout too loudly, you watched the girl whip out a dress that looked way too form fitting for your liking. It was drenched in sequins and jet black. Well....black went with everything, right? At least it was a color you were used to wearing as most of your work clothes were black. Perhaps that was what Gigi was going for? Something that she knew you’d at least be somewhat comfortable with due to the familiarity of it. If that was the case, then you were extremely grateful and liking this newfound friendship more and more.

“Okay so you’ll be wearing this and I have some stockings for you too. Once we’re dressed, we’ll put on some makeup.”

“Makeup?”

“Yes, makeup. We’re going to a club, girl! We gotta look pretty for those boys.”

“Boys?”

“You’ll see, girl friend.”

You simply whined and pouted with sagged shoulders as Gigi flashed you a cheeky smile and wink in return. This was too much. Yet at the same time......you were......curious? Yeah. That was it. Definitely not excited. Just curious. Still pouting, you went to work on unzipping the dress she handed you and started to carefully step into it. Gosh it really was form fitting, wasn’t it? Your cheeks flared up in embarrassment but went ahead and had Gigi zip you up.

No turning back now.

Once the both of you were dressed, it was time to put makeup on. You had quickly informed the girl that you didn’t know the first thing about makeup which didn’t come as a surprise to either of you. In fact, Gigi had full intentions of doing your makeup as well as her own. You weren’t sure if you should have felt insulted or comforted. In the moment, you were more relieved than anything because if you were in charge of doing your own......you’d just skip out on that step altogether.

“Okay, so I’ll have you watch me first and then I’ll do yours. Just in case you ever decide you want to try and do your own someday.”

The probability of you doing your own makeup one day was slim to none but it was still sweet of your coworker to say such things and offer such advice. With all the products Gigi had spread out on her bathroom counter, you figured this would take awhile. No wonder she was starting so early. You could only imagine how much all of those products cost her. It looked like a small fortune scattered all over the counter. But it wasn’t like you’d know.

However, you did as she asked and decided to watch and it wasn’t till it was over that you realized just how wrapped up you were in watching her. It was like watching a painter perform art with Gigi’s face being the blank canvas. You had no idea watching someone apply makeup could be so.....fascinating? Interesting? You weren’t quite sure of what word you were looking for but you found yourself blushing when she caught you being quite involved in paying attention.

“Okay! Your turn, girly!”

So there you stood with her applying all kinds of products to your face. You were pretty sure she put at least three different kinds of things on your lips. Something about a foundation layer and then eventually topping it all off with some gloss. Dunno. You got lost with how fast she was going through it all. Gigi knew what she was doing and that much was clear. Once she was done with your lips and you could talk freely, you couldn’t help but ask in a small and timid voice,

“So how did you get so good with makeup?”

“Oh I used to work in one of the malls and my sole job was to do people’s makeup while introducing them to the latest products. It was fun for the longest time but it didn’t pay enough. So I moved here when a job opening came up.”

Wow. You knew exactly what type of employee she was because you’d always eyeball the young girls getting their makeup done just for the fun of it while you roamed the racks for new work clothes. No wonder Gigi was so good at this. It had been her job for the longest time. You felt the need to at least give her some kind of tip but you knew right away that she’d never take it; insisting that she was no longer on the job anymore.

“There! We’re ready to par-tay!”

‘Yay.....’

Gigi said that it would be pointless to do either of your guys’ hair so you two just simply brushed it a bit and let it hang loose. Having only your bulky purse, Gigi kindly offered you a clutch purse that went with your dress perfectly; offering to keep the rest of your belongings at her place to keep them safe. But you had all the important stuff in the clutch and that was good enough for you.

The two of you would take an Uber so that the both of you could get trashed as Gigi so elegantly put it. You highly doubted you’d drink enough to get wasted but it was a smart idea. This way you could just go straight home in case you wanted to leave before your friend was ready. You had the feeling you’d be leaving way before she did.

Upon arriving at the club, you could feel your body going into some kind of panic mode. Eyes wide, face flushed with heat, and you’re pretty sure your heart is swimming in your stomach. Perhaps you shouldn’t have ate so much. The possibility that you could puke was high at the moment. Looking all around you, were strippers. The majority of them female but you could spot a few males and good lord. Your eyes. Your poor poor eyes. In a shouted whisper, you scolded the girl next to you.

“You brought us to a strip club!?!!?”

“Don’t act so mortified. Lots of people go. See?”

“I’m not one of those people, Gi!!!”

But all you got was a coo in response as your coworker-turned-friend squished your cheeks together at the cute nickname you had just subconsciously given her. Before you could further complain and even rush out the door, you were being dragged to the bar area. Good lord. There were naked and half naked people everywhere. How could anyone call this fun??? It was barbaric!! With cheeks still flushed in shock and now embarrassment, you simply let Gigi order the drinks for the two of you so that you could try to pull yourself together.

It was going to be a loooonnng night.

With a couple drinks in your system, you were definitely starting to feel it. A light weight. You knew you were a light weight but dang. Allowing the tipsy Gigi to guide you over to a table close to the stage, you didn’t find yourself whining at the idea of being so close up to someone who was going to strip right in front of you. Perhaps it was the alcohol messing with your brain and you just didn’t have the energy to care anymore. You were stuck here so might as well make the most of it, right?

And then he walked out.

If you weren’t so out of it thanks to the alcohol, you would have had better control over your bodily functions. Like trying to prevent from drooling all over yourself. He was absolutely gorgeous. And that was putting it lightly in your opinion.

His facial features reminded you of a rabbit but he was anything but cute right now. Those doe eyes of his were sharp yet hooded as he put on a show of pure seduction while on stage. Yes. This man was a stripper but you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now. Your embarrassment was traded in for fascination as you watched him saunter his way to the center of the stage.

Dark locks hung in front of his beautifully handsome face and the product used in it made it appear as if he had just gotten out of the shower and his hair was still wet. It wasn’t the only thing wet right now as you tried to press your thighs closer together. Good lord. What age were you? Sixteen? Subconsciously licking your dry lips, you watched as he began to unbutton the sleeves of his dress shirt.

Yes. He was fit for all purposes of the word. You could tell this guy went to the gym often because of the way his muscles bulged within the confines of his outfit. His dress shirt had some sort of sequins in it that made it sparkle under the harsh lighting of the stage. It was like he himself was sparkling in all his gorgeousness. You truly had never seen such a more handsome man before. Not even on magazine covers.

As he worked on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, you let your eyes wander further down his body. God his thigh muscles. How on earth did he even fit in those pants? They looked painted on! The next thing you knew, he was pulling the hem of his shirt from the confinements of those skin tight pants. If you weren’t certain he went to the gym before, you were absolutely positive now.

After watching him allow his dress shirt to fall on the stage floor, you were definitely drooling at this point. In fact, you were so wrapped up in watching this mysterious man perform that you didn’t even notice Gigi leaving you to your own devices. Had you been paying her any mind, you would have pouted at her smug expression of victory as she moved back to the bar for another drink.

With the man now shirtless, you took your good old time admiring his freshly exposed skin. He was perfect. You were pretty sure no other man could be as perfect and flawless as him. At least appearance wise. If this guy wasn’t proud of his body, then he should be. From the looks of things, perhaps he was a little too proud. You were a little drunk but you weren’t blind drunk. You could be blind and still be able to see the confidence that radiated off of him in waves.

What you didn’t expect, however, was for him to walk off the stage and into the crowd.

Walking right towards you.

Wait what????

Your eyes widened in shock as he strutted his way over to you. There was no mistaking that it was you he was after because there was no one else at the table you were sitting at. No. His eyes were all on you and the heat was spreading from your face, all the way down your neck and to the tips of your ears. Gosh this was so embarrassing! Where was Gigi!?!? Your heart pounded in your ears over the music as the man slowly held out his hand for you to take.

As if you still had no control over your own body, you found yourself placing your shaking, clammy hand in his own. Gosh his hands were big too. You felt so small at the realization as he gently gripped your hand in his. The next thing you knew, you were being swiftly pulled from your chair and twirled around only to land in a solid, hard lap. You were sobering up pretty quickly. Or at least it seemed like it.

Dear god this was so mortifying!!

“The name is Jungkook. I’m guessing from the frightened look on your face, you don’t come here often. Would I be guessing correctly, beautiful?”

God you needed to say something, anything, but you were just too shocked and embarrassed by your current situation that all you could do was part your lips but no sounds came out. Your eyes did all the talking as they stared into his own; yours full of helplessness and yes you were definitely scared. A shirtless stranger had you in his lap like it was no big deal. Handsome, sure, but still a complete stranger. He smiled and chuckled softly in endearment before carefully helping you off his lap and back to stand on your own two feet.

“I’ll take that as a yes. But worry not, beautiful, you’re safe with me. I won’t hurt you. Here, take this and once I’m done performing, hand this to the bartender and he’ll bring you right to me. I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

You stood there like a bump on a log as you watched him fish in his back pocket for something. How could he fit anything in those pants besides his hot ass and thighs? Seriously!? Those things weren’t painted on??? Blinking and feeling half numb by this point, you felt him press something into your palm and even helped close your fingers around it. As he walked away coolly back towards the stage to do his thing, you stared down at what was in your hand while fumbling to find your seat again. You definitely needed to sit down right now.

A key. This Jungkook guy had given you a key. It looked pretty antique and vintage, like something you’d see back in medieval times, but you weren’t going to question it. No. The real question was---were you really gonna take him up on this offer of his. Then again.....what exactly was he offering you? A private lap dance? That had to be what it was. Something that you wanted no part of.

Or did you?

Ugh. This was so troublesome. So annoying! Then again.....what did you really have to lose? But what if you couldn’t trust this guy? There was just so many things you didn’t know. Not to mention you were scared of looking like an even bigger idiot in front of him. He probably thought you were some spineless virgin. Granted the spineless part wasn’t far from the truth but at least you weren’t a virgin...

And before you knew it, the man was sauntering off stage back towards the curtains where he disappeared from sight. You almost choked when you realized he had stripped down to nothing but his boxer briefs. Was it a shame that you only caught his backside in that state? Wait----Of course not! You didn’t want to see what this guy was carrying around in his pants......

Or did you?

Trying to decide if you had too much to drink or not enough, you sat there for a few minutes longer weighing your options. On one hand, you could go in and see what he was proposing and if you didn’t like it, you could always back out. On the other hand, if you walk away now, you might be missing out on something that you didn’t realize you wanted. Heck, you never imagined you’d start the weekend off with a new friend. Perhaps you really did need to broaden your horizons.

Taking a deep breath, you stood from your chair and headed over to the bar where Jungkook, you’re pretty sure that was his name, had told you to hand the key over. The bartender seemed nice enough as he took the key and nodded his head with a soft ‘this way, my dear’. Oh boy. Here we go. No backing out now. It was now or never. You had half a mind to text Gigi what you were doing but something told you she didn’t miss the whole scene of you sitting in a stripper’s lap.

You were guided through a door that no doubt lead to a backstage type setting but you were totally not prepared for the scene you practically stumbled upon. Girls. So many girls. Some were half dressed while some walked around completely naked. Holy----Your eyes. Again, you weren’t a virgin but you might as well have been considering how warm your face had gotten. Some of them even giggled and flashed you cheeky winks. Oh boy. Apparently privacy wasn’t a thing around here. You could only hope there would be more privacy where you were headed.

Speaking of, after walking down two more hallways, the bartender finally reached a door and used that very same key to unlock a door before cracking it open just enough to let someone know you were here. Of course you could only presume it was Jungkook. Good lord. Hopefully there was no one else in the room. One stripper was all you could handle right now. And heck you couldn’t even handle that!

After the bartender politely bid you farewell, you found yourself gulping down a lump that had suddenly formed in your throat as you stared at the slightly cracked open door. This was it. Supposedly Jungkook was waiting on the other side. What if he was already naked??? Dear god maybe you should just politely decline and catch an Uber home. Yeah. That sounded like a good idea. Get a nice cup of black coffee and some headache pills so that you wouldn’t suffer a hango----

“You can come in, beautiful. It’s safe. I promise.”

Why did he have to sound so soothing and convincing for, huh?! Wishing you had a tall glass of ice water to jug down right about now, you did your best to brace yourself for what was on the other side of the door. Gosh your face already felt like it was on fire. How embarrassing! With a clammy and shaky hand, you put your weight on the door and eased it open further so that you could poke your head inside.

Oh.....

It looked so.....normal? Perhaps even.....casual and dare you say.......soothing?

It was pretty much set up like a master bedroom you’d find in any normal house. There was a mini bar set up with some expensive looking alcohol and drinking glasses already filled. Soft R&B music was playing in the background but the volume was so low that it indeed sounded like simple background noise. You could smell something. It was soothing but you could only guess it was coming from some kind of candle or maybe a diffuser.

“Hello there, sweetheart. I’m glad to see you took me up on my offer. I can assure you, I don’t bite. Unless of course you’re into that kind of thing.”

He was dressed so casually compared to the last time you saw him only moments ago. He was decked out for comfort despite what you believe his intentions were. Dark gray sweatpants and a matching hooded sweatshirt. They looked thin in material so it was probably just to help keep him modest while in your presence. His hair still had that wet look to it thanks to the mountain of products he probably had in it.

“Come sit with me and have a drink. Or would you prefer some water? You look quite flushed.”

“W-Water would be nice, thank you.”

Not realizing your legs had felt like jello, you managed to hobble your way over to the couch where you took a much needed seat. Your hands were still shaking a bit but perhaps it was just from the lingering nerves. The atmosphere really was soothing thanks to the dimmed lights that gave off a warm and soft glow; casting the perfect amount of shadow over everything. You were pretty sure you were smelling lavender and it was a comforting scent for sure.

“Here you go, love. Just try to relax. I’m not here to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. But you looked like you needed to loosen up. Maybe someone to talk to?”

Softly thanking him for the water, you tried not to chug it back but it was hard given how shook up you were. Not to mention your face still felt pretty warm. Perhaps you would have been better off to just splash yourself in the face with it instead. Managing to take a couple gulps without looking silly, you held the cup in your lap before looking over at him with guarded and curious eyes.

“So.....we just sit here and talk?”

“If that’s what you’re comfortable with? I’m at your service. Your wish is my command as the saying goes.”

His soft chuckles filled the room and you couldn’t help but find yourself smiling a little. Were all strippers this chill? Now that you thought about it, what made strippers different from anyone else? It wasn’t like they were some kind of exotic creature. They too were just normal, every day humans making a living. It wasn’t like they were a different kind of species.

Maybe this would be okay after all.

“So......you’re not here to give me a lap dance?”

“Oh my god! You’re so cute! I can’t!”

You watched in utter amazement as Jungkook, who had since been siting next to you on the couch, started to curl in on himself while he laughed; carefully holding his glass of whatever alcohol he was drinking in one hand while his other wrapped around his waist. Pouting and semi folding your arms due to the fact that you were still holding a glass of water, you mumbled in your own defense,

“What?! It’s a legit and reasonable question!”

Still pouting while watching and waiting for him to pull himself together, you decided to distract yourself with your glass of water. At least the blush in your face was letting up. Did that mean you were already getting comfortable with him? This guy.......He was like magic in that way. Knowing exactly what you needed to feel comfortable and relaxed. Then again.....he probably did this with everyone he brought back here. You suddenly felt the need to stand rather than sit on the couch.

“I swear, we’re only here to do whatever you want. So if you want a lap dance, I can do that. If you want to just sit here and chill, I can do that too.”

“But......why me? You had tons of other girls out there to pick from to bring back here. So why pick me? Clearly I’m an awkward turtle. Doesn’t exactly scream sexy.”

It was a fair question. A question that you were eager to have an answer for. Watching him closely, you noticed he was rubbing his chin in thought as if he was trying to find the right words to explain his reasoning behind bringing you back here. With a soft hum of said thought, Jungkook took a sip from his glass before replying casually while meeting your eyes,

“I guess you just looked.....lonely? Lost? You looked like you needed this. Clearly you didn’t come to a strip club by choice or at least not entirely. I could feel your tension clear across the stage. I was going to offer you a massage but I don’t want to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

Okay well that was fair. You couldn’t help but notice how good he was at reading people. Or perhaps you were just simply an open book. Yeah. It was probably that. You had often been told by everyone in your family that you carry your heart on your sleeve and your emotions along with it. Just as you were mentally scoffing at said family, Jungkook’s voice once again broke through your thoughts.

“Tell me, cutie, if it’s not too personal or prying to ask, when’s the last time you got laid?”

Well so much for that fading blush of yours. Granted, you knew you didn’t owe him an answer. Your sex life was your business and no one else’s. However....there was just something about Jungkook that made him easy to talk to. He gave off this aura of comfort and made you feel like you could tell him anything. With your cheeks still rosy and your ears just as red, you timidly sipped from your water again before mumbling in shame,

“Too long ago.”

But rather than laugh at you again, he offered you a sympathetic, lopsided smile; his eyes full of understanding and a small nod to go with it. You were grateful that he had picked up on the topic being a sensitive one for you and therefore respecting your feelings and not wanting to hurt you by poking fun. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he set his glass down on the side table that was on his end of the couch.

“Well, to be frank, I’m more than willing to give you a lap dance if you think it’d help you relax and unwind. I personally think it’d be good for you. You’ve got too much pent up tension there and I think we’re both in agreement when I say everyone needs a good release every once in awhile.”

Was he inclining what you thought he was inclining???

“You mean you want to have sex with me?”

His soft snort of laughter made you pout once more while you subconsciously tried to fan your face. Sure the lighting was dim in the room but was it doing anything to hide your raging blush? With a soft and warm smile, Jungkook couldn’t help but shake his head at you in fond amusement. You really were the cutest. Dramatically raising his hands as in defense or surrender, he said casually,

“All I’m saying is, that I’m more than willing to make you cum, pretty girl. You really look like you need a good release. I have no doubt you’ll feel better afterwards. I’ve been told I have the golden touch.”

Despite your lingering embarrassment, you weren’t too far gone to roll your eyes at his overflowing humbleness. But now you had a decision to make. Clearly Jungkook was a safe guy to be around. He wasn’t some crazy trying to rape you or anything. Or at least you were pretty sure he was a decent guy with a straight head on his shoulders. Absentmindedly nibbling on your bottom lip, you took a moment longer to think about it.

“So......how exactly do you give me a lap dance? Do I sit in a chair or something?”

Gosh you were absolutely adorable. Precious, even. Jungkook swore that if you got any cuter, he was going to have to retire and ask you out on a date. Or at least ask for your number and maybe meet up for coffee. Did you like coffee? You probably did. You looked like a coffee drinker. He wondered what your favorite drink was. Mentally shaking his head and focusing on his job once more, he smiled with his eyes sparkling in warm amusement before saying casually,

“It all depends on what you’re comfortable with, really. I can also easily give you a little show on the bed. Actually, the bed would probably be more comfortable for you.”

He then added with a slightly more serious tone,

“But if you do decide this is something you want to do, just remember that you make the rules in this too. While I have my own set of guidelines, I’m only here to do what makes you comfortable.”

Nodding in full understanding, you bit your bottom lip once more as you decided if this was something you really wanted to go through with. Jungkook really was a handsome young man. You’d probably be stupid to turn him down. And it seemed like he was allowing you to call most of, if not all, the shots in this. He would only do what you asked of him. What you permitted him to do. That alone was comforting enough for you to say----

“So the bed?”

“The bed. Make yourself comfortable, baby girl. I’m gonna take good care of you. Promise.”

Your face flushed pink yet again with a small, shy pout as he flashed you a bright smile and cheeky wink. Good lord you were really going to do this. Okay. Okay. You could do this. You needed this. It wasn’t like you were entirely blind. Of course you needed a good release but you had just never been given the right push to get there. Not to mention it had never fit into your daily routine.

After all, you were all about the routine.

Perhaps Jungkook would become part of that daily set schedule of yours....

“It’s okay to keep your clothes on but you might find yourself more comfortable if you take them off. Just saying.”

He had a point. You were already warm thanks to your permanent blush. This was it. Time to throw all caution out the window and just go for it. You weren’t a teenager having her first time. No. You were a young woman with a body to be proud of. You deserved this. Steeling yourself up with that confident mindset, you nodded and started to undress till you were left in only your black bra, matching panties, and your stockings.

Seeing that you had started to warm up to the idea and was becoming more comfortable with things, Jungkook decided it was his cue to finally get into character while being mindful of your shy nature. He felt like a lion and you were his little lamb. So pure and yet easily frightened. There was just something about you that spoke out to him. He wanted to help you. And that urge confused even himself.

“Okay, beautiful, I’m going to start now.”

With his hands reaching back for his light sweatshirt, he couldn’t resist adding with a smile and a bit of a warm and playful glint in his eyes,

“You look absolutely gorgeous, by the way. Keep those stockings on too.”

While mumbling a soft and shy thanks, you watched him as he did that super hot thing guys do when taking off their shirt. That thing where they magically tug the piece of material over their head from the back. Why was it so hot, anyway?? Was that just something every woman came to accept? It must have worked on you because Jungkook’s soft chuckles filled the room once more. Looking up into his eyes, you noticed he was rather smug and pleased with himself.

“Like what you see, cutie?”

“Well----I mean----You have a nice body. So yeah. I guess I do.”

You hated how choppy your sentences sound but it was like this guy knew how to turn your brain into absolute mush. You were already like putty in his hands and he had only taken his shirt off with those sweatpants hanging perfectly from his hips. Perhaps you really did need to get laid....

Just then, you watched as he started to swivel those very hips in a way that had you involuntarily gulping and pressing your thighs together. The last thing you wanted to do was make a mess of this bed. But then again.....perhaps that was part of Jungkook’s plan for you. He said he wanted to make you cum, after all. You hadn’t realized your throat and lips were so dry till you sucked in a breath at a particularly sudden hip thrust. Oh wow. He was so good!!

You definitely made the right decision to go along with this.

“Touch yourself if you need to, baby girl. It’s okay to explore.”

“I-I’m good. Just ke-keep going-ing.”

You could get used to his warm chuckles of amusement. It felt good to know that he wasn’t really laughing at you in a sense of mocking you. It was more like.....maybe he found you endearing? Whatever it was, you were just glad he wasn’t mocking you or belittling you for your lack of experience in all of this. Despite being a stripper, that certainly didn’t make Jungkook a bad guy.

You could actually see yourself sitting down with him over a cup of coffee. You wondered if he even liked coffee? He seemed like the kind of guy that you might find in a cafe sipping on a nice iced Americano.

“Focus, baby. Try not to let your mind wander or you’ll miss all the fun.”

He must have realized you were really zoning out and getting lost in your thoughts because after blinking mental images of coffee shops away, you nearly choked when you saw that he had stripped away his sweatpants and was left standing in front of you with nothing but his boxer briefs on. Dang he was built! He had to be pure muscle. Had to be!

Unknowingly licking your dry lips and swallowing a new lump in your throat, you decided to make yourself more comfortable by scooting back further onto the bed where you could rest your back up against the pillows and headboard. Once you were in a good spot, you turned your attention back to Jungkook and found he had somewhat of a dangerous smirk on his face. Oh boy....

“You really do look beautiful, baby girl. I can’t wait to take care of you like you deserve. If you’ll have me, of course.”

Not able to find your voice, you simply nodded while subconsciously playing with your fingers in your lap; thighs still pressed tightly together. Grinning, the male made sure to move his hips just right as he approached the foot of the bed. You couldn’t help but wonder what his game plan was to take care of you. And that was when he tilted his head to the side in curiosity and asked in a light tone,

“May I join you, lovely?”

“Ye--Yeah.”

“Wonderful. Let me know if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, okay?”

Still not having much of a voice, you simply nodded and watched him approach you like a predator after his prey. That smirk was back as he slowly climbed onto the bed; the mattress dipping under his weight. You could hear your own heart pounding in your ears as the anticipation built. This was your last chance to back out but for some reason you remained silent. Perhaps you really did want this.

The next thing you knew, he was gently running his hand along your one leg while his lips were ghosting up the other. Goosebumps rose from your skin at his touch and yet your core was starting to get hotter and hotter. Perhaps Jungkook really did have the golden touch? You felt your breath catch when he finally started planting actual kisses to your leg; starting with your knee. He was being so gentle and slow. Something that you were extremely grateful for.

“Your skin is super soft, baby. You must take really good care of your body. I can appreciate that in a woman.”

“Th--Thanks. I try.”

Jungkook knew you were extremely nervous despite your agreement to go along with this so he wanted to take things slow and sort of ease you into the whole idea of what he had planned for you. As he finally reached up to your thighs, he couldn’t help but playfully nip at the delicious skin that greeted him. Your little yelp and jump was so cute. With his head nearly resting on your thigh, he couldn’t help but sneak a glance up at you.

Your face was so red and you knew it was. Hardly anything sexy to look at but to Jungkook you were so precious and endearing. He could just eat you right up. Lucky for you that was exactly his plan. Planting a soothing kiss over his little bite mark, he then moved up to where he was eye level with your cleavage but still looking up at you with eyes dark while full of excitement and curiosity. Licking his lips, he asked,

“May I?”

Upon seeing your timid nod of approval, he smiled more warmly before moving his eyes to his latest target. You had really nice breasts from what he could tell. Just the right size, too. Not being able to help himself any longer, he moved till he was more comfortable on his knees and gently took one of your soft mounds into his large hand. Oh yeah. You were soft. And just like that, a small moan fell from your lips. Like music to his ears.

“Don’t hold back, beautiful. I won’t know if I’m doing a good job if I can’t hear you.”

Knowing it was something you enjoyed, he decided to give your other breast his attention as well by using his free hand. With both palms now happily occupied as they slowly massaged your supple mounds, he couldn’t help but let his lips wander. Their next target? Your neck. He briefly wondered if it was a sensitive spot of yours because it would definitely seem your breasts were sensitive. He rolled his thumbs over your nipples and could feel them harden through the fabric of your bra.

“So beautiful. I bet your tits are absolutely divine. Would you let me see them, baby girl?”

You shivered and released a shaky moan as his lips lightly brushed up against the length of your neck. His hands were amazing and he had hardly touched you. There was a small voice in the back of your head that was screaming at you to say no. That this guy was still a complete stranger and had no business seeing your tits. However, this stranger was also making you feel things you didn’t realize you needed or wanted.

“Ye--Ye---Yeah. You can.”

Being careful as if not to frighten you away, he removed his hands from your bosom so that he could slowly and gently reach around you to unclasp your bra. While his deft fingers worked on the clasps, his lips found their way to your neck once more where he started planting soft, open mouthed kisses. Once he freed you from the confines of your bra, he slowly dragged the straps down your arms before taking the thing off completely.

Tossing the black bra somewhere behind him, he couldn’t peel his eyes away from the sight in front of him. You really were quite pretty and he wasn’t just talking about your tits. Although they were nice too. Absentmindedly licking his lips in eagerness, he couldn’t help but mumble,

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, my lovely. Do me a favor and lay down for me. I’m going to worship this body a little bit longer.”

Worship you? It just didn’t sound right to your ears. Then again, your self-esteem always did need a bit of work. Blushing to the point of lightly fanning your face once more, you nodded and timidly wiggled in between his legs so that you could comfortably rest your head on the pillows. Staring up at him with your eyes full of curiosity yet uncertainty, you asked shyly in a small tone,

“What are you gonna do?”

You poor thing. Had no one really ever treated you to something like this? And he wasn’t even going all out. For some reason, it really irked him at the thought that no man had ever truly took time to appreciate your body like this. However, not wanting you to think he was grumpy with you or having second thoughts, Jungkook wore a warm smile with softened eyes and spoke sincerely but with a hint of teasing in his voice,

“Well since you look positively delicious, I was thinking of eating you.”

Not giving you time to respond, he added slowly while his lips drew closer and closer to your bosom,

“First, I want to suck on these pretty tits of yours. Then.....”

You watched with a slightly heaving chest as he gracefully crawled down your body till his lips were just centimetres away from the waist line of your panties. His intense staring of your core was making you squirm and a soft whine slipped out before you could bite your tongue. His grin suddenly came back as his eyes flickered to make direct contact with your own.

“Then I’ll eat you out like you deserve. You’re a goddess and that’s how I intend to treat you.”

The next thing you knew, words were flying out of your mouth on your own accord.

“Can we just skip the tits and you eat me out now? I don’t think I can wait any longer. It’s killing me to wait.”

It really had been forever since you last did anything. Whether it be at the hands of someone else or yourself. You were quickly getting used to the permanent blush on your face and your embarrassment was quickly being replaced with impatience as you stared down at him where he was perched between your legs.

Yep. He was going to retire, quit stripping, and sweep you off your feet; carrying you out into the sunset to live happily ever after. You were just too freaking cute for words. He liked them shy and innocent because then he could completely ravish them till they were ruined and begging for more. You were totally his type. Grinning like a fox, he teasingly gripped the waist line of your panties between his teeth and tugged only to let them snap back against your skin before saying in a low tone,

“Well I did say your wish was my command.”

It wasn’t till he was lifting himself up to rest on his knees and thighs that you realized just how worked up you had gotten. The sexual frustration was starting to get the best of you; especially as you were sobering up pretty quickly. Not having realized that you had spread your legs for him at some point in the game, you simply spread them wider so that he’d have plenty of room to do whatever it was he had in store for you.

That fox-like grin still on his face, Jungkook couldn’t help but lean back down onto his elbows so that he could gently nuzzle your chest before planting soft kisses around your nipples. You were torn between whining and moaning as you both enjoyed the touch but also grew all the more impatient for where you really wanted him. After releasing a soft groan of pleasure, you couldn’t help but gently tug on his soft locks in warning while saying in a whining tone,

“Jungkoooook. Stoooop. You said you’d eat me out now!”

His rock hard body shook gently against your own as he chuckled at your adorable display of impatience. He was pleased to see you finally letting go and allowing yourself this moment. It had been a task and a half, but he finally got you here. Planting one last kiss to the underside of your breast, he slithered down your body like the seducing snake he could be and finally started planting kisses down your stomach to the waist line of your black panties.

“I’m sorry, love. But I can’t help myself. You’re just too beautiful not to admire.”

However, playtime was over. Gently tapping your thigh, he gave you the cue to lift your bum so that he could slip off your panties more easily. With a blink of an eye, you were left with nothing but your stockings which Jungkook had insisted you keep on because it made you look all the more sexy to him. You couldn’t tell if his compliments were sincere or not but you were so wound up that you didn’t really care at this point.

“God you look absolutely delicious. I can’t wait to taste you, baby girl.”

His words made your walls clench around nothing and it only caused more slick to pool between your thighs as Jungkook had since gotten himself more comfortable between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. Gosh he was so muscular. You could see his muscles bulge as he worked on positioning you right where he wanted you. You both licked your lips as eyed each other with equal amounts of hunger.

You watched him lower his head before feeling his tongue for the first time. Eyes instantly snapping shut, you felt your back arch off the bed and a moan fall from your lips. Yes. Jungkook not only had the magic touch, but he had the magic tongue. You were certain of it. The male gently dug his shortened nails into the meat of your thighs as he too let out a moan of his own. You tasted just as wonderful has he imagined you would.

“God, babe. You’re delicious. You’re spoiling me here. Where have you been all my life?”

“I-I d-d-du-dunno.”

Your thighs started to shake when you felt his tongue flick over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Maybe it was because someone else was touching you but not even your most expensive vibrator could make you feel this good. Needing something to ground you, your hands found their way into his mess of hair and you found yourself gently tugging on the soft locks that lay between your fingers. The action made Jungkook moan and you felt the vibrations with full force.

The male enjoyed having his hair pulled despite how dominate he naturally was. He considered hair pulling one of the many signs that he was doing a good job and that was something that had always been important to him. He enjoyed making others feel good. One of the few reasons he hadn’t quit his job as a stripper. But there was something about you.......He just couldn’t place it.

You really did taste amazing, though. His eagerness was more genuine than for show. Wanting to increase your pleasure, he pressed his face harder into your core, his nose buried in your scent while his tongue got to taste you to the fullest. You were so warm and wet. Jungkook could only imagine how you’d feel around his cock. Which had since grown hard within his boxer briefs. Gosh it was always the cute and shy ones that turned him on the most.

As he went back to teasing your clit and sucking it with hunger, he heard your moans coming to a halt as you half shouted in a desperate tone,

“Jungkook-----I want your cock! Please! I need you in me! Now!”

Well that escalated quickly.

However, he wanted to make absolutely sure this was something you wanted. Pulling his face away from your core, he looked up at you through his eyelashes with eyes that had grown dark with lust. Yours too were just as dark which was a huge contrast to the innocent shine they had shown only moments ago. You suddenly weren’t so shy and definitely not innocent.

You were a total wreck at this point. Your mind was a mess but you knew what you wanted. You had long sobered up from what few drinks you had and you knew this was something you wanted. Something you needed. It had truly been awhile since you last experienced an orgasm and you were long overdue for one. Jungkook, stranger or not, was your ticket to release and nothing was going to stand in your way.

Not even your routine.

“Please, Jungkook. Please.”

“Easy, baby girl. I’ve got you. I’ll take really good care of you.”

Releasing your legs and climbing off the bed for just a moment, he could feel your eyes on him as he fished out a condom from one of the side drawers. You were so wrecked and it was a beautiful sight. Your eyes hooded with your chest heaving. He had hardly touched you. Poor thing, you must be really sensitive.

Climbing back onto the bed, he made quick work of ripping the package and rolling the condom onto his rock hard length. You really did turn him on. Normally, he had to work himself to full mast but you being you.....it was no problem. Perhaps you yourself was magic too. Given his line of work, it wasn’t often he found a client who could turn him on as much as you did.

“You’re going to feel so good around my cock, baby girl. You sure you don’t want me to stre-----”

“No! Please! I’m good. I promise. Just hurry! Want you so bad!”

Jungkook had no doubt that you could have quite the dirty mouth on you if you were to let yourself go far enough. It was almost hard to believe that just mere moments ago, you were this shy young woman who wouldn’t dare do something so scandalous as having sex with a stripper. Yet here you were, desperate under his touch. He loved it. Thrived in it.

The lion had his little lamb right where he wanted her.

Not wanting to keep you waiting any longer, he made himself comfortable between your legs once more before aligning himself with your sopping entrance. You were so beautiful with your face all flushed and chest rising and falling at a slightly rapid pace. Your soft locks sprawled all over the pillow. So so pretty. And all for him. Trying to focus, he slowly eased himself forward till he could feel the tip of his length nudge your entrance. God you were so warm. He could only imagine how wonderful you’d feel once he was fully inside you.

“You’re so freaking tight, baby girl. It really has been awhile, huh?”

“God too long! Too long! Please! Ruin me, Jungkook!”

He knew it. You could be a dirty little girl if you’d just let yourself loose from your own leash. He certainly hoped this wouldn’t be the last time the two of you saw each other. You were a real treat in his book. A treat he wanted again and again. Someone he could easily become addicted to being around if you’d let him.

He could feel your velvety walls clenching around him as you were stuffed full for the first time in a long while. Not wanting you to go into some sort of shock, he gently rubbed your sides with his warm hands in soothing, repetitive motions. Leaning down, he gently planted kisses along your face. Just anything to take your mind off the slight sting he knew you’d feel.

“Deep breaths, baby. Deep breaths. You’re right here and I’m not going to let anything hurt you, okay?”

“Ss-s-so full.”

“I know, baby. I know. Bet you’ve never had cock this good, huh?”

“Ne-Never. Never ever. Ss-so good.”

You were already ruined and he hadn’t even moved. You poor poor thing. Depriving yourself for so long of something so good. Well he was going to make sure you didn’t miss out any longer. Feeling your body ease up from underneath him, he took that as a silent signal to start moving his hips. God you felt so good around him. His length involuntarily twitched what little it could while being buried inside your warm wet walls.

“You feel just as good, babe. So warm and tight. Just the way I like it. You were made for me, baby girl.”

Your moans filled the room along with his own as you found your arms wrapping around him to gently dig your nails into his muscular back. You needed something to hold onto despite his slow and easy pace. While you appreciated him taking things slow......you had long since grown impatient. Testing the waters since you really hadn’t done much yourself, you bucked your hips at just the right time so that they collided with his own.

Yeah. That felt good.

With a soft growl of pleasure, Jungkook found himself staring heavily into your eyes as he said in a low and slightly threatening tone,

“Ooohhh. So baby girl likes it rough, does she? Well two can play at this game. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Oh boy.....

And just like that, the male pulled out of you only for him to flip you over onto your hands and knees. All the sounds you could make were soft yelps of surprise before suddenly feeling him ram his hips into yours; successfully sheathing himself deep inside you once more. The action alone caused a loud moan to fall from your lips as you hung your head; body slightly shaking with overwhelming pleasure.

“Yes! Yes, Jungkook! Please! More!”

“Greedy little lamb! So eager for my cock. Gonna absolutely ruin you! Fuck you so good you’ll forget your own name and only remember mine!”

The room became filled with your moans along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as Jungkook pounded into you from behind; his hands gripping your hips till he left marks. You had never been with someone who was so strong. His movements were so powerful that he was making the bed shake as well as yourself. Your moans came out shaky from how he managed to move your body with his powerful thrusts. You then felt him drape himself over your back.

He reached around you so that one hand could massage your breast and play with your nipple while his other hand slithered down to where he found your clit. It had already been a challenge for you to stay on all fours when he started ramming his hips into yours; let alone when he started feeling up your weak spots. God you had no idea you were so sensitive till Jungkook came along. It was like he already knew your body like the back of his hand.

“Jj-Ju-Jungko-oo-ok. I’m cl-cl-close!!”

“Already, baby girl? Surly you can last a little longer till I get there, hmm? Can you wait for me, beautiful?”

Normally, he could care less when his clients came. Sometimes, the sooner the better. But with you? Jungkook was just having way too much fun and you really did feel amazing. However, there was also that little nagging voice in the back of his head whining about how he didn’t want to let you leave. There was so much he wanted to ask you. Hell, he wanted to get to know you. Which he still hadn’t figured out why. Maybe you were just an easily likable person?

Your moans were even cute as you let out all your pent up sexual frustration. However, his strength must have gotten the better of you because he watched your arms finally give out from under you. Acting quickly, he used his own arms to lift you up so that you were leaning back into him; the both of you now on your knees.

With his nose buried in the crook of your neck, he began to place sloppy kisses to your heated skin while an arm wrapped around your chest; massaging your breast while that other hand went back to work on rubbing figure eights into your clit. He could feel your thighs shaking and quivering as he slowly but surely brought you to your end. He could tell you were close from the way your walls clenched around his length repeatedly.

Then you surprised him by reaching back behind the both of you to try and grab at his ass. Well well well. We’re you getting a little brave? He couldn’t help but smile against the expanse of your neck before gently biting down on the skin and sucking it gently; leaving his mark for you to remember him by tomorrow.

“Jungkook!! Please!! Please let me cum!!”

“Go for it, baby girl. Cream all over my cock. Be a good little lamb and cum for me.”

Definitely not needing to be told twice, you could feel the knot in your lower belly finally snap and your release hitting you like a tidal wave. It was so easy and natural for you to scream out his name as your body arched and shook against his own. You were so lost in your bliss that you didn’t realize he had a protective hold on you while he too found his own end; releasing into the condom. Shame you couldn’t have felt him fill you up instead.

The only sounds filling the room were the soft music coming from Jungkook’s phone along with both of your heavy breathing. You could feel his heart pounding against your back as you had to lean against him for support; thankful that he was still holding you up. However, it wasn’t long till he gently pulled himself from you entirely before easing you down onto the mattress like a real gentleman.

“Let me go dispose of this and get a wash cloth to clean you up, okay baby?”

Still floating on your cloud bliss, you simply nodded your head against the pillows while hearing him chuckle once more. You felt like dead weight but it was a good kind of feeling. Whew. How much tension had you really held inside you for all this time? You had no idea how badly you needed this. Sex with a complete stranger. Who would have thought this was how you spiced up your life and broadened your horizon.

Just as your eyes were about to close completely, you heard him come back and ask casually,

“So are you a coffee drinker?”

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Map of the Soul, Drabble #1

Drabble #1 - The Legendary Virginity Incident

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 8K+

Warnings: NSFW 18+ cursing, fingering, hair pulling, hand job, oral sex (m/f giving & receiving), unprotected sex (please be safe), loss of virginity, consensual sex, biting, scratching, soulmate shenanigans, and just a healthy dose of derpyness from these two

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10 years may not seem like a long time from some perspectives, but when you're 15 and you've known your soulmate for more than a full decade, it's an epic feeling.

You and Kim "Elizabeth" Taehyung were attached at the hip ever since you met in kindergarten, and the two of you ran into a little trouble when his family had to move away the summer before you started high school. Luckily, you’d been able to convince both your parents and his that he should come visit for a week during the summer. A year may not sound like a long time, but it felt like a lifetime to you and Taehyung.

Once he arrived, you dragged him out of the house as soon as he dropped his bags on your bedroom floor. The week wasn’t going to last forever, and you had a lot of catching up to do. You were both walking around downtown looking for something to do and trying to make the best of this short time you had together.

"We should go to the beach," you exclaimed. "We haven’t gone in forever."

"Beach?" Taehyung replied. "Really? Sand and saltwater? That's how you want me to spend my time here?"

"I want fun in the sun, Tae-bear," you whined. "Let's go out and do something, yeah?"

Taehyung pondered your request and made a big show of propping up tilting his head and holding his chin up. Once his gaze landed on your pouty lips, he grinned and pulled you into his arms.

"Ugh, why are you so freaking adorable, babe?" Taehyung cooed. "I can't resist you when your lips get all pouty and your forehead creases up like that."

“Stop picking on me,” you pouted. “It’s summertime and there is no school. We can finally go and do stuff without worrying about any of our usual responsibilities.”

“Ok, ok,” Taehyung relented. “What can we do that doesn’t involve sand or saltwater?”

“Well, I want something outdoorsy,” you explained. “I want to become one with nature.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes at you and his smile settled into a sweet rectangular shape. Lately, you were obsessed with nature and animals and plants and flowers because you were reading Henry David Thoreau’s Walden and Taehyung just knew you were determined to follow Thoreau’s philosophical teachings of getting back to the simple pleasures of nature.

“Why don’t we go camping?” Taehyung offered. “There’s that awesome clearing near your house. We always said we were going to camp out there, but we never did.”

“Yeah, let’s do that!” you heartily agreed. “Want to go shopping for gear? I just got all that money for my birthday.”

“Absolutely!” Taehyung grinned. “Let’s go spend that bread, baby.”

Taehyung grabbed your hand and pulled you in the direction of the nearest sporting goods store and you started compiling a collection of camping gear for your upcoming adventure. Once you arrived home, your parents just blinked in confusion as you and Taehyung hauled several shopping bags and a large tent up the stairs to your room.

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Once you’d organized everything into a corner of your room, you collapsed onto the bed and Taehyung joined you. You turned your body toward his and he tucked you into his chest by wrapping his arm around you. You played with the frayed patches on his shirt as he hummed a random tune.

“It feels so nice to be in your room again, ttalgi” Taehyung admitted. “There’s just something comforting about it.”

“Oh yeah?” you giggled. “Do all my collectibles and books lull you into a safe space?”

“Something like that,” Taehyung sighed. “You know, I thought all girls’ rooms would be the same, but yours is something different and I love it.”

“Just how many girls’ rooms have you seen, Tae-bear?” you probed. “You certainly never mentioned anything like that to me. Are you hiding things from your soulmate?”

“What? No!” Taehyung blurted out defensively. “Not really.”

You pushed off of Taehyung’s chest and narrowed your eyes at him. He couldn’t look you directly in the eye and you knew something was up.

“Ok, Elizabeth,” you spat. “Out with it. Why were you in another girl’s room and why didn’t I know about this? I thought we told each other everything.”

“We do, it’s just…” Taehyung trailed off. “It’s just something that happened before I came to see you and I didn’t know how to tell you.”

You gawked at the flush of pink spreading across his cheeks and you sat up, crossing your legs and bracing yourself against the headboard.

“What is it, Tae?” you prompted. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Taehyung sat up and mirrored your sitting position. He fiddled with his thumbs for a moment before taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly.

“Do you remember our last phone conversation?” Taehyung began. “The one after your Spring Break?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I told you about that asshole Jason who tried to force himself on me at the beach bonfire and how I broke his nose. Why?”

“Well, I didn’t break anyone’s nose,” Taehyung continued. “But something happened.”

“With who?” you demanded. “Was it with the girl you were talking to? What’s her name again? Madelyn?”

“Sadly, no,” Taehyung groaned. “Madelyn is 100% pure lesbian and she made that blatantly clear at our End of the Year Band Banquet. But I was a little bummed when she turned me down and her friend Ayla tried to cheer me up.”

“Cheer you up how, exactly?” you inquired venomously. “What did she do, Elizabeth?”

“She snuck me into her bedroom,” Taehyung admitted sheepishly. “Her parents were having a party in the backyard, so no one noticed. I only stayed for an hour.”

“A lot can happen in an hour, Taehyung,” you shot back. “Did you have sex with her?!”

“No, I promise,” Taehyung exclaimed. “No sex, just some hand stuff. It was my first time doing anything like that, so I was afraid to go any further.”

You sank into a deeply troubled pout at his words. Taehyung reached for your hand, but you pulled your hand back into your lap. Taehyung looked up to see tears brimming in your eyes.

“Please don’t cry,” he pleaded. “It didn’t mean anything, babe-”

“It’s not that,” you interrupted. “As long as we’re sharing, I have something I haven’t told you either.”

Taehyung’s frown deepened and he allowed you to collect your thoughts. Each passing second, he prayed that your tears would recede. He hated making you cry.

“I wasn’t completely honest about the incident with Jason,” you blurted out. “I wanted him to touch me, but he wanted more than I was willing to give. I only broke his nose because he was getting too aggressive, but I did consent initially. It wasn’t a random attack.”

“He still deserved to get hit,” Taehyung grunted. “No means no. Everybody should know that.”

“I know, Tae,” you sniffled as the floodgates opened on your face. “I just feel like I lied to you. I know we promised to always be each other’s first for everything, but I couldn’t help it.”

“Hey, hey,” Taehyung cooed while pulling you into his lap. “It’s ok, babe. It doesn’t matter. I think we can both admit that making that promise in the 5th grade was kinda stupid. I mean, we’re teenagers and we’re half drunk on hormones. Shit happens, right?”

“So you don’t hate me?” you mumbled into his neck. “We’re ok?”

“Of course,” Taehyung chuckled. “We’re always ok, my beautiful soulmate, no matter what happens.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your forehead against his cheek. You had been worried about telling him the truth about Jason for months, but he seemed to take the whole thing pretty well. You could hear your mother calling the two of you down for dinner and you jumped off Taehyung’s lap to open the door to respond. Taehyung’s eyes were harboring hints of disappointment, but they quickly dissipated before you turned around to face him.

“Shall we head down?” you asked him. “I think she made Korean fried chicken.”

Taehyung stepped forward and offered his bent elbow to you.

“Well then, grab a wing,” he jested.

You rolled your eyes at his terrible joke, but still giggled as the two of you walked downstairs together.

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“Tae-bear,” you called from your backyard. “Are you coming or not? We’re losing daylight.”

Taehyung bounded out the back door with a large ice chest and your mother waved as he joined you.

“Be careful, you two,” she smiled. “We aren’t too far away if you need anything.”

After she disappeared back inside, you gave Taehyung a questioning look and gestured at the ice chest.

“What?” he grinned. “She wanted to make sure we had enough snacks.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the handle of the fully stocked wagon. Without a word, you turned toward the wooded area behind your house and started walking away from his smug expression.

Ugh, why are you like this, Mom?

Once the two of you reached the clearing, you both started setting up the tent and organizing all of your supplies. Taehyung set up the lanterns around the campsite and started up the small BBQ pit your father had pulled out of the garage. It wasn’t enough to BBQ anything bigger than hot dog wieners or hamburgers, but it would make a great firepit for the two of you.

As you were arranging your snacks on the folding table, you opened the ice chest and gaped at the homemade sandwiches, bowl of pasta salad, and veggie and fruit trays inside.

Seriously, Mom? You never do stuff like this for me!

You spent the rest of the day snacking, exploring the woods, and playing games. You relished the purity of the woods and took a moment to absorb the peace and quiet and magic of nature. Taehyung trailed behind you picking up stray feathers, pebbles, leaves, and pinecones.

When you returned to the campsite, Taehyung decorated the ring around the BBQ pit with his treasures, and you sighed at how amazing and artistic your soulmate could be. The boy was an artist through and through, and part of you wondered whether anyone would be able to appreciate how incredible he was.

“Ready for dinner, ttalgi,” Taehyung called out after placing one last pinecone in his creation. “I’m thinking we should start the fire, roast some hot dogs and maybe some marshmallows? I bought stuff for S’Mores.”

“That sounds good, Tae-bear,” you agreed. “I’ll start the fire since I’m the Girl Scout. You get the food ready for roasting.”

“Hey,” pouted Taehyung. “I wanted to be a Boy Scout. I just couldn’t fit it into my schedule.”

“I know, baby,” you cooed while pinching his cheek. “My Tae-bear was too busy with his art and music lessons to be a Boy Scout.”

You kissed his pouty lips until they morphed into a cute little rectangle shape, and he giggled when you refused to accept his surrender. You continued to assault him with your lips while he pretended that your kisses were fatal. You both crumpled into a heap near the tent and your playful kisses started progressing into a heated makeout session. Soon, you were straddling Taehyung’s lap and slowly grinding your hips back and forth.

“Mmmm, you’re such a tease, ttalgi,” Taehyung chuckled. “Are you always this eager?”

“Just for you, Tae,” you murmured against his lips. “Your kisses make me crazy.”

Taehyung cupped your cheeks and smiled sweetly at your words. He knew you meant them, but there was still something gnawing at the back of his mind that wouldn’t go away.

It won’t always be me. There will be others.

Before the stray negative thought could coalesce, Taehyung pressed one last kiss on your forehead and patted your butt.

“Come on, babe,” Taehyung purred. “Food first, play later.”

You flashed him your signature Cheshire Cat grin and got off his lap to help him off the ground. Once you were both vertical, you began preparing things for dinner. Several hot dogs and S’Mores later, you both settled into your folding chairs and watched the cooking fire burn out slowly.

With twilight enveloping the campsite, the two of you snuggled closer together and just watched the small fire flicker against the imposing darkness around you. Only one lantern was left on inside the tent, and the rest of the campsite was enveloped in the coolness of the night. The sky was clear and full of twinkling stars and you released an exhale of pure joy.

“Penny for your thoughts, Tae-bear,” you murmured cutely.

He snapped out of whatever thought had possessed him and gave you a tight smile.

“It’s nothing,” he replied. “Just thinking about our conversation yesterday.”

You sat up in your chair and bit your lip nervously. You and Taehyung shared many firsts since your first kiss, but there had always been a hope deep in your heart that he would be the one to whom you would give your virginity. You were both already giving in to your growing sexual desires and it was a natural thing given your age. The hormones were weighing heavily on your brain, and it was difficult to differentiate that from what your heart desired.

The more you thought about it, the more you realized that this whole fantasy loss of virginity thing was just a childish notion. Real life wasn’t like that, not even close. In real life, you were just a girl who was attracted to all kinds of people, including Taehyung. In real life, Taehyung was just a boy who sometimes let his dick do the thinking for him, and that wasn’t his fault.

You’d played out the fictional scenario in your mind over and over again and the elements of the fantasy were just unrealistic. There was no way you could afford a fancy hotel suite with a massive tub and flower petals and bubbles surrounding your naked bodies while you entwined your hearts and souls together.

Real life is never like that.

As much as you wanted to wait until that fantasy could become a reality, you had to face facts and so did Taehyung. It was time to move forward, consequences be damned.

“Tae, listen,” you began. “I know we said we would wait until we were both ready, but I don’t think that’s realistic anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Taehyung gasped. “You don’t think I can wait?”

“It’s not that,” you sighed while looking down at your clasped hands. “I know you can wait. I would never question that.”

“Then what is it?” Taehyung probed. “Do you not want to wait for me anymore?”

“No,” you admitted. “I don’t.”

Taehyung inhaled shakily and you could see the hurt blossoming in his eyes. Before the first tear could fall, you quickly got up and kneeled in front of your crumbling soulmate.

“Tae-bear,” you cooed while cupping his cheeks between your hands. “I don’t want to wait because I want to do this now...with you.”

Taehyung’s breath stopped and his glazed eyes raked over your own. He could see the resolve in your pupils as they dilated and he felt a twitch in his cargo pants.

No, not yet…

Taehyung pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. The torrent of desire building at his center was kept a bay as he confirmed your proposal.

“Ttalgi,” he murmured against your cheek. “Are you sure this is what you want? I don’t want you to do anything that you might regret later.”

“Why would I regret this?” you asked. “This is you and me we’re talking about. I know we’re still young, but I don’t want to wander through the rest of high school worrying about who might or might not get into our pants first. I know I talk a big game, Tae, but let’s be honest. I’m dumb as hell when I’m attracted to someone, and so are you. I just want to make sure that I remember this as something momentous and not regret that it happened. I want to remember it as special. Who’s more special than my soulmate?”

Damn. She played the soulmate card.

Taehyung sagged back against the backing of the chair and tried to rub the broiling lust out of his eyes. Unfortunately, you saw the motion and thought it was linked to rejection and you quickly got up from his lap.

“Look, Tae,” you pouted. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s fine. I just thought that maybe we could share this experience together, just like we do with everything else.”

Taehyung groaned at your pouty face and hopped up from the chair to pull you back into his arms. You tried to resist, but you were no match for the bear hug Taehyung pulled you into. You burrowed your reddened face into his soft chest and whimpered, which pulled at Taehyung’s last heartstring. He really tried to convince himself that this was too soon, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that you were right.

You always were.

There was no telling what could happen over the next few years, especially since you no longer lived in the same town or went to the same school. You were miles and miles apart from one another and that distance was affecting your relationship, whether you both wanted to admit it or not.

How can I say no to my soulmate?

Taehyung reached up and pulled the scrunchie out of your hair and hummed at the silken tresses that cascaded across your shoulders. He slid his fingers into the luscious waves and leaned in to kiss your forehead. The scent of green apples assaulted his nostrils and he moaned quietly at the intoxicating scent of your shampoo.

“Why do you always smell so good?” Taehyung breathed out. “I swear whenever I smell something fruity, I think of you, ttalgi.”

“It’s apple scented, not strawberry, Tae,” you giggled. “Remember, I’m the apple of my parents’ eyes? That’s why my middle name is Eris, the bearer of the golden apple and Greek goddess of chaos and discord.”

“Enough mythology, babe,” Taehyung chuckled. “If we’re really going to do this, let’s get more comfortable.”

Taehyung pulled you in the direction of the tent and you both removed your shoes before getting inside. The stacks of blankets and sleeping bags made for a comfortable bed, and Taehyung was thoughtful enough to bring extra pillows for added comfort. You reached over and turned down the lantern to a dim glow as Taehyung zipped the tent shut. He shuffled back next to you and you both cuddled up in the middle of your makeshift bed.

“Hello, beautiful,” Taehyung smiled brightly. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the grin spreading across your lips. You took in the boyish features on Taehyung’s face and your breath caught when you saw him lick his lips. Taehyung’s eyes locked with your own and the sexual tension inside the tent escalated quickly.

He may look like a boy, but he certainly doesn’t act like one.

Encouraged by the hungry look in his eyes, you decided to break the tension by pressing your lips against his. What started out as a simple touching of lips quickly transfigured into a messy tangle of lips and teeth. You each tried to devour the other, and within a few moments, you found yourself straddling Taehyung’s hips and grinding your clothed center along his growing erection.

“Fuck, babe, slow down,” Taehyung whimpered. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum in my pants.”

“Can’t stop,” you mewled desperately. “Feels too good.”

You increased the friction along your clit and Taehyung gripped your hips in an attempt to slow your ministrations. When he realized that you were on a mission, he did some quick thinking and rolled you over onto your back. Before you could protest the change in position, you felt his fingers dipping into your shorts in search of your throbbing core.

“Oh my gods, yes, Tae,” you moaned. “Please touch me.”

“Holy shit, babe,” Taehyung exclaimed. “You’re so fucking wet. Is this all for me?”

“Mmm hmm,” you hummed while bucking your hips against his exploring fingers. “All for you.”

“Then I better not let it go to waste,” Taehyung mused while shifting onto his knees. “Mind if I take these off?”

Taehyung’s other hand was tugging lightly on the band of your shorts and underwear, and you quickly lifted your hips so he could slide them down your legs. He tossed them into the corner of the tent and made space for himself between your legs. You tried to slow your labored breaths, but watching Taehyung hover over your glistening folds with a hungry look in his eyes was absolutely breathtaking.

“Babe, can I go down on you?” Taehyung asked sweetly. “I’ve never tried it before, and your scent is driving me crazy. I need to know what you taste like.”

You nearly lost all of the breath in your lungs at Taehyung’s words, and all you could do was nod dumbly and spread your legs even wider. The sight of your dripping center was unbelievably enticing and Taehyung carefully lowered himself closer to get a better look. After inhaling the musky scent, Taehyung growled softly and gave your clit a tentative kitten lick.

“Fuck,” you squeaked. “That feels so weird.”

“Good weird or bad weird?” Taehyung asked. “I can stop if you want.”

“Good weird,” you confirmed. “Definitely good weird. Please don’t stop.”

“Ok, because I really don’t want to,” Taehyung admitted. “You taste incredible. Like it’s sweet but also not. I can’t really explain it, but I know I want more of it.”

“Then what are you waiting for, Tae-bear?” you giggled. “Get to work.”

Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows at you and leaned in to kiss your nether lips. You gasped when you felt his tongue sneak forward and start lapping up the essence gathered around your center. You tried your best to writhe with each delicious pass of his tongue over your aching clit, but he was cleverly holding you in place with his upper body and giving you no room to escape.

“Ah, Tae,” you moaned. “That feels amazing.”

“Mmmmm,” Taehyung hummed against your clit, causing you to squeak. “Does it really, babe? Are you going to cum for me?”

“I don’t know,” you breathed out. “Keep doing that and I probably will.”

“Challenge accepted, babe,” Taehyung teased. “Don’t scream too loud though. Your parents might hear you.”

With renewed vigor, Taehyung dove into your center, licking and slurping and dipping his fingers into you with surprising precision and skill. Taehyung was always a fast learner and apparently that applied to everything in his life, including sex.

Taehyung’s fingers began curling as they reached new depths inside you and the sensation of them grazing against your vaginal walls caused you to clench with a mixture of discomfort and delight. Taehyung picked up on your body cues and began twisting his wrist slightly to create more friction as he pulled his fingers in and out. You felt a sharp twinge inside your vagina and a tightening in your clit and you gripped Taehyung’s wavy locks and pulled harshly. The pleasure was definitely overpowering the pain, so you decided to just go with it.

“Right there, Tae,” you whined. “Whatever you’re doing, keep doing that.”

Taehyung moaned out loudly against your clit as you continued to pull on his hair and the vibrating sensation pushed you over the edge. You bit down on your lip to keep your screams from escaping as the most intense orgasm you’d ever felt broke out across your skin. You’d masturbated before, but the outcome had never been this intense. You turned your face into a nearby pillow and cried out as Taehyung helped you ride out the waves of your climax.

When you stopped twitching and started pushing his fingers away, Taehyung finally relented. You released your ironclad grip on his hair and he shivered as you extracted your fingers from his scalp. He shook the sensation out of his roots and gaped at you.

“I’ve never had anyone pull my hair like that before,” he admitted. “I think I liked it. I almost came in my pants, babe.”

You both started giggling at his newfound discovery. He collapsed next to you and tried to cuddle you, but your mind was swimming with lust and you switched positions so you could now hover over his crotch. The outline of his hardened cock was twisted across his thigh uncomfortably, and not even his loose cargo pants could hide his impressive size.

Taehyung shifted his hips nervously as you continued to gawk at him, and he had a sneaking suspicion that you were trying to reciprocate out of some type of misplaced duty. He quickly decided that maybe he should let you off the hook before he embarrassed himself.

“Babe,” Taehyung began. “You don’t have to. It’s ok.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Elizabeth?” you retorted. “After what I just experienced, I have to know if I can do the same thing for you.”

Taehyung widened his eyes and snorted with laughter. He sat up to pull you into a sweet kiss and savored each brush of your lips across his own. You made little humming noises as he cupped your cheeks, but he chuckled and pulled away when you tried slipping your tongue into his mouth.

“If you really want to do this, babe, I won’t stop you,” Taehyung assured you. “Just go slow. I’ve never had anyone do this before, and I’m afraid that I won’t last very long.”

“Don’t worry, Tae-bear,” you sighed. “Just let me take care of you.”

You pushed at his chest until he laid back down against the sleeping bags. As you settled between his legs, you ran your fingers up his thighs and curled your fingers around the button holding his cargo pants together. You were gentle as you popped it open and pulled down the zipper. Taehyung’s bulging erection was poking at the top of his underwear waistband, and you nearly hiccupped at the sight of it.

Where the hell has he been hiding this monster?

Not being able to wait any longer, you leaned forward and started kissing and licking at his turgid length over his underwear. Taehyung hissed and pulled a pillow over his face to release a few shaky whines. You tugged his waistband down and wrapped your fingers around his stiffened shaft. The velvety texture and warmth felt wonderful as you squeezed it with your palm. The moan Taehyung released at your touch was music to your ears and you decided to test out a few things.

If he can learn on the job, then so can I.

After a few experimental strokes, you narrowed down the motion that brought the most delightful sounds out of Taehyung’s mouth. They were slightly muffled because of the pillow, but you could hear them nonetheless. You were about to try something else, but you noticed Taehyung clench uncomfortably and you realized that things were probably a little too dry for him.

He needs lubrication.

You licked your lips and smirked. You had all the lubrication he needed.

Brace yourself, Elizabeth.

You slowed your strokes and leaned in to sniff at the smears of precum spread across his bulbous head. The heady scent was certainly strange, but your curiosity got the better of you and you gave his slit a small lick.

“Oh, fuck,” Taehyung moaned loudly. “What are you doing, babe?”

Taehyung removed the pillow from his face and looked down between his legs to see your half naked form gripping his hard cock with your lips centimeters away from the tip. Your eyes met and he inhaled sharply when you winked at him. Before he could ask you anything, you pulled the head of his penis into your mouth and all sense of reality went out the metaphorical window.

“Holy shit,” Taehyung gasped. “It’s s-s-so w-warm...and w--wet.”

You continued to dip further down onto his solid length, stretching your lips, keeping your teeth hidden, and hollowing your cheeks, listening to each whimper and whine, figuring out the right combination of movements to bring Taehyung the most amount of pleasure.

“B-babe, s-slow down,” Taehyung begged helplessly. “I-I’m so close.”

Taehyung was so wound up from everything that he couldn’t hold himself together for much longer. His thighs were trembling and his fingers were clutching the sleeping bag beneath him. He wasn’t going to last if you kept up your current pace.

I've got him right where I want him. Let's see what pushes him over the edge.

In the spirit of exploration, each time you bobbed your head, you tried swirling your tongue around Taehyung’s shaft. After a few of those motions, Taehyung was clutching at your hair, trying to pull you off of his dick.

“Babe, wait,” Taehyung pleaded. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna-”

You grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from your head. As soon as he was distracted by that, you took him in as deep as you could. Taehyung released a deep throaty moan and warm spurts erupted into your mouth. You sucked and swallowed on instinct because, let’s face it, no one likes a mess (especially in a tent). When he started whimpering from overstimulation, you pulled back and wiped your mouth with your shirt.

Taehyung was gasping for breath, his glassy eyes wildly scanning the tent and his fingers reaching out for you. You nuzzled into his side and sighed happily.

“I can’t believe you just did that, babe,” Taehyung huffed out. “Not only did you give me the orgasm of my life, but you swallowed everything I gave you. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Are you kidding me, Tae?” you scoffed. “You know how much I hate messes. It just made sense to swallow.”

You allowed the temperature in the tent to cool, but the smell of sex in the air was intoxicating, as was Taehyung’s gentle strokes along your side and the sweet nuzzles along your forehead. Entranced by his affection, you allowed your own fingers to wander freely across his chest until hardened pebbles were poking through his thin shirt. Your hand slipped lower and you felt Taehyung’s dick twitch against your wrist.

“You’re hard again, Tae-bear,” you teased. “Haven’t had enough of me yet?”

“Not even close, ttalgi,” Taehyung chuckled. “There is so much I want to do to you.”

“So what’s stopping you?” you boldly challenged. “Show me what you got, Elizabeth.”

“First of all, don’t call me Elizabeth when we’re like this,” Taehyung admonished you as he nipped at your ear. “It kinda kills the mood. Second, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“How would you hurt me, Tae?” you asked. “You trying to get rough with me?”

“Not intentionally,” Taehyung affirmed. "But after fingering you, I'm not sure you can take me. You're so tight."

You stopped caressing him abruptly and sat up. Before Taehyung could utter a word of protest, you stripped off your shirt and straddled his hips. You had just enough time to unhook your bra before Taehyung sat up and stopped you. With the bra trapped helplessly between your bodies, you met Taehyung's concerned face with fiery resolve.

"You don't get to tell me what I can or cannot do, Taehyung Elizabeth," you stated firmly. "You learned that lesson when we were kids, or have you forgotten about the seesaw?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes at your reminder about an incident from elementary school and he began stroking your bare back in an attempt to soothe your anger.

"Babe, I'm not trying to tell you what to do," Taehyung claimed. "I'm just worried about hurting you."

"My body, my choice, Tae," you retorted. "I decide what I can handle, not you."

Taehyung opened his mouth to offer a rebuttal, but you shut him up with a kiss, slowly working your tongue past his lips. His self control crumbled when you reached up and tugged at his messy locks.

"Oh, shit," Taehyung whined. "I gave you a fucking weapon, didn't I?"

"Damn right, you did," you smirked while grinding your messy center against his throbbing cock. "You like it rough, huh, Tae?"

"Mmmmm, yeah," Taehyung groaned. "I'm as surprised as you are."

Taehyung's fingers found their way back to your creamy folds, and you moaned lasciviously as he plunged one and then two fingers into your swollen cunt.

The sharp lick of pain from earlier reappeared, but it couldn't compete with the waves of pleasure crashing and spreading across your nerve endings. You pushed back at his intrusive fingers, and your impatience was growing exponentially.

You reached down and wrapped one hand around Taehyung's fat cock and smeared the accumulated precum over the head and down the shaft. He felt so solid in your hand and you couldn't stop wondering about what it would feel like inside you.

It's time.

Without warning, you lifted your hips and brought one knee up. Taehyung was so focused on his own fingers that he didn't realize what you were doing until it was too late. You quickly angled his dick toward your clit and gathered up as much slick as you could. You slipped the head of his penis into your soaking entrance and immediately regretted your hasty decision.

What the actual fuck?! Oh, the pain…

In a slight panic, you tried to retreat, but it was too late. The warmth and wetness registered in Taehyung's brain and he bucked another couple of centimeters into you. You couldn't form any words, so you released a pained squeak at the intrusion and leaned in to sink your teeth into his exposed neck. Taehyung preened at your unexpected bite, relishing the sweet pain you inflicted upon him.

"Fuuuuuuck," Taehyung moaned loudly. "Oh, baby, you feel incredible."

Mistaking your squeak for enjoyment, Taehyung lifted your hips a bit and then pushed back in even further than before. You blindly clawed at his back and Taehyung reached down and tried to pull his shirt off, thinking that you wanted him more naked. In his haste, his limbs became tangled in the shirt and he began thrashing slightly to untangle himself.

Unfortunately, that just added to the assault his cock was launching on your swollen cunt. The stinging between your legs spread across your abdomen, and you clenched, clawed, and contorted your body, desperately trying to extract yourself from his clutches, but his dick was inescapable.

Somehow, you overcorrected your position and tipped sideways, drawing his thick cock out of you and earning a reprieve from the sharp pain ebbing from your dripping slit. You noted that although the pain was slowly subsiding, you felt an overwhelming emptiness inside.

Taehyung was still struggling to get the shirt off of his torso and head, so you reached over to help him. Much to your dismay, he was sharing your thoughts and leaned in at the same time, your skulls colliding harshly and drawing yelps out of both of you.

You both fell back against the soft pile of bedding and groaned with displeasure, your heavy breathing filling the atmosphere of the tent. The impact of his forehead against your own was reverberating through your brain, adding to soreness growing at your center. The entire situation was so epically ridiculous that you couldn’t even fathom your initial thought process.

Why did I think this would be easy and painless?

You huffed out in exasperation and considered posing the question to your soulmate. However, when you shifted your gaze in his direction, you realized that your adorable dork was still trapped in his shirt/straight jacket and he’d surrendered to its cottony grip. His soft belly was exposed, his chest was heaving with exertion and his erection was deflated in the aftermath of the heavy head butt you’d accidentally delivered. The bite on his neck was red and very noticeable and your ego inflated at the thought of leaving your mark on his perfect skin.

“Tae,” you giggled. “Would you like some help?”

Taehyung made one last attempt to disentangle his arms from his shirt, but ultimately gave up the fight.

“Please?” he begged. “My elbows are stupid and they won’t come out of the sleeves.”

“Well, you keep buying these tighter shirts,” you admonished him while pulling on the soft fabric. “Maybe you should go for a baggier look, babe.”

Once you pulled his shirt over his head and got his “stupid” elbows sorted out, Taehyung pouted at the mess you two made of your first sexual encounter. It was going so well until his shirt decided to betray him.

“Sorry about that,” Taehyung sighed. “I guess I ruined everything, huh? You were totally getting into it and I just had to play Houdini with my shirt.”

“Ummm, you may want to rethink that assessment, Tae-bear,” you replied. “I wasn’t getting into anything. I was trying to get away from you. I was in some serious pain and your shenanigans weren’t helping.”

Taehyung gaped at your confession and his frustration was quickly replaced by concern. He reached over and coaxed you into his bare chest.

"I was hurting you, ttalgi?" Taehyung murmured into your hair. "I'm so sorry. That was the last thing I wanted to do."

"You're not completely to blame," you admitted. "I thought I could take it, but obviously, I was wrong."

"Are you ok?" Taehyung asked sweetly. "Want me to check for any permanent damage?"

You giggled and slapped his chest playfully, and Taehyung only snuggled into your body even more.

"There's no permanent damage, you dork," you retorted. "I'm just sore. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."

Taehyung sighed with relief and proceeded to trace little swirls onto your exposed skin. He began humming some unknown tune and the soothing baritone notes soon lulled you into a light slumber. You cracked an eyelid when Taehyung pulled away from you, but he was just gathering the fluffy comforter over your bodies to brace against the chill of the evening.

You sat up and turned out the dim lantern. When you rejoined Taehyung underneath the comforter, you both entwined your naked bodies together without hesitation.

Why does this feel so right?

The natural sounds of the forest and Taehyung's gentle snores coerced you to sleep, and visions of Taehyung's face contorted with pleasure wracked your dreams. You could almost hear the melodic moans and whimpers he'd released earlier, and you could almost feel his stiff rod probing against your sopping entrance.

Tae…

You gasped as you felt a hand at your breast, gently kneading and searching out your hardened nipple. You arched your back in response and a small moan escaped from your lips.

Such a good sex dream…

Or is it?!

The thought possessed your mind completely, and you tried to shake the slumber out of your mind in order to wake up.

Upon your exit from Dreamland, you found that Taehyung's hand was in fact on your breast, but he wasn't groping you. In fact, you could still hear the steady breaths behind you as the big spoon called Taehyung curled his smooth body around you. Your ass was sitting against his crotch and you could feel the heat and throb of a partial erection against you.

Still floating in an ocean of dream-induced lust, you unconsciously pressed your ass back into his crotch, grinding your growing wetness along his hardening shaft.

Fuck, that feels good. I'm still a little sore, but I seriously want his dick inside me again. Should I wake him up? Maybe we can try again? Maybe it won't hurt this time?

You tried rationalizing every possible scenario that would lead his penis into your vagina, but they all felt wrong. How could you even consider doing something while Taehyung was asleep and couldn't consent?

I can't.

You steeled your resolve and started to pull away from Taehyung, but the grip on your breast tightened and then pulled you back in. Taehyung's breath had increased in pace and it was husky and deep as he whispered into your ear.

"Why'd you stop, baby?" Taehyung grunted. "I was just about to get to the good part."

You released a throaty gasp as Taehyung's fingers slipped lower to circle your clit. The slick deluge he found only had his hips rutting against you with more enthusiasm.

"I can't stop thinking about your perfect little pussy, ttalgi," Taehyung hissed. "So perfect. So wet. So mine."

Two fingers found their way into your slippery folds and Taehyung was soon dipping both of them into your dripping cavern.

"Fuck, Tae," you whined. "That feels so good, don't stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it, babe," he chuckled. "Are you ready to try again? I'll be as gentle as I can, and this time, no failed magic tricks."

Taehyung moved his arm behind you so he could plunge his fingers back into you from behind. He drove them deeper and deeper, drawing out moan after delicious moan from your throat. The soreness was a distant memory now, and all you could think about was getting that fat dick back inside of you.

"Tae, please," you shamelessly begged. "I need you inside me."

"Ok, babe," Taehyung assented. "But you have to let me know if I'm hurting you, ok? I promise to stop and wait for you to be ready. There's no need to rush."

You looked back at his dilated pupils and pulled him into a smoldering kiss. After a few moments of stealing each other's breath away, you lifted your leg and gave him full access to the swollen sight between your legs.

"Ok, baby," Taehyung muttered while maneuvering his stiff cock to your entrance. "Here I go."

The head of his penis slipped in and you waited for the sharp twinge to return. There was a definite increase in pressure, but no overwhelming pain. Taehyung grunted against your shoulder and released a soft whine. You rolled your hips back against him and he slipped in a little further with an even louder whine.

"Fuck, babe," Taehyung whimpered. "You can't even begin to comprehend how amazing you feel. So tight and so warm and so fucking wet. I could do this all day every day and die a happy man."

"You're so big, Tae," you replied. "Give me a moment to adjust."

Taehyung nodded against your shoulder and waited. You pushed back against his hips and he slipped in a little more. After a few experimental attempts, you were getting restless. Taehyung's large slender fingers began circling your clit once more, enticing more arousal to seep forth and provide the necessary lubrication. You writhed in his grasp, and slowly but surely, Taehyung slid his dick in all the way to the hilt.

"That's it, baby," Taehyung coaxed. "Now, you're full of my cock. How does it feel?"

That was a damn good question.

How does it feel? I feel full and hot, but something's missing. What else could there be?

You leaned forward, pulling off of his lap slightly, and then ground your hips back against his. The tingle of pleasure that licked up your spine was all the answer you needed. Taehyung's throaty groan at your movement was so encouraging that you reached back and pulled at his hips.

"I think I'm ready, Tae," you cooed. "Go ahead and try moving. It doesn't hurt, I promise."

Taehyung pulled your chin over and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. You melted against his lips, but yelped when he pulled his hips back and thrust forward unexpectedly. The sensation was raw and unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. You both moaned out together and stilled your movements.

"Oh shit," you gasped. "I wasn't expecting that."

"Neither was I," admitted Taehyung. "I didn't think this could feel any better, but it does. I just want to keep doing this over and over again."

"Keep going, Tae," you pleaded. "Let's finish what we started."

The two of you proceeded to test out the waters of your sexual appetite. Taehyung discovered a fountain of stamina, you discovered new ways to bend your body, and you took turns exerting dominance over one another.

In the end, entwined in a sweaty heap of satisfaction, you and Taehyung sought out each other's lips, bringing the whole messy ordeal to a close.

"Well, we had a rough start," you giggled against his lips. "But I think we worked out the kinks."

"Speak for yourself," Taehyung grumbled. "I know there's more to me than hair pulling."

"Of course there is, Tae-bear," you confirmed. "You also liked it when I scratched your back and bit your neck."

"I guess I'm just a pain slut," he chuckled. "I can live with that."

You both settled into a comfortable position and pulled the comforter back over your bodies. The chilly night air was causing your glistening skin to erupt into goosebumps, so you snuggled together and drifted off to Dreamland with your arms wrapped around each other.

Perfect. -------------- "Babe, have you seen my laptop?" Taehyung yelled from downstairs. "I can't find it."

You unplugged the laptop and gathered all of Taehyung's accessories from the floor. Once you'd returned from your camping trip, you'd hunkered down in your room to chill and enjoy the last few days you had with Taehyung. You read your books, Taehyung drew on his laptop, and random episodes of your favorite anime shows played on your TV. It was absolute bliss.

Speaking of bliss, both you and Taehyung had a serious talk about your camping shenanigans before you made your way home. You agreed that although the whole experience was beyond amazing, certain rules needed to be set.

You both agreed that you were reckless by not worrying about protection. Sure, you were both virgins with almost no experience, but there were still precautions that should be taken. You decided not to engage in intercourse again until you had condoms and you were able to secure some type of birth control.

Teenagers can be so irresponsible.

That didn't mean you weren't engaging in other sexual activities behind closed doors. You both learned the value of pillows as a method of muffling moans and groans. You'd both experimented in your bed, and your parents were none the wiser. Things never escalated into the realms of intercourse, but neither of you cared. Pleasure was bountiful in other areas besides intercourse.

You also agreed that you needed to be completely honest with one another from now on. There would be no ill will if he or you decided to explore your desires elsewhere. There just needed to be open communication and no jealousy.

I am my own person and so are you.

The only other agreement you made was to continue your intimate relationship until one of you entered into some type of relationship. In the event of a relationship forming, all sexual shenanigans would immediately halt.

Soulmates just want each other to be happy. It's that simple.

You placed all of Taehyung's drafting tools and laptop back into his backpack and carried it downstairs. Your mom was lavishing Taehyung with homemade cookies fresh from the oven and a large glass of milk.

Ugh, spoiled brat.

You handed over the bag and he leaned over to place a small peck on your forehead. Your mother gushed at the small display of affection and made heart eyes at you when Taehyung walked away to place his backpack among his other belongings. You just rolled your eyes and grabbed a cookie from the plate.

Taehyung was going home today, but a part of him would never leave you. You became soulmates at the age of 5, but your actions at the age of 15 solidified your universal connection for eternity.

Whatever the Universe throws at me, at least I know I'll have my eternal connection to Taehyung to help me see it through.

#soulmates4life

Author’s Note: I really missed these characters. MOTS’ Kim Elizabeth Taehyung is one of my favorite self-created characters. I just adore him. I hope everyone enjoyed this as much as I did. Thank you to @xxxille-girlxxx, my lovely Goguma, for Beta reading this for me. Borahae, soulmate!

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zoessecretjournal · 3 years

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Monday, April 19th, 2021

Today was a great day! I didn’t sleep so well despite the full on beach day we had the day before. It was Taylor’s last day here, unfortunately we really only got to say goodbye today as I was leaving at 11am this morning to meet up with Ryan. I let her sleep in my bed and she gave a groggy goodbye as my Lyft approached the apt. On the way to Ryan’s I listened to Shygirl and started out the window, trying to stay cool. It was the first time I would see him since all of our serious talks, and he had been spending the weekend trying to help Kathleen get to LAX (she mixed up the dates apparently) so I expected him to be tired. I got there around 11:30 am, dressed in my chartreuse green baby doll dress with a white soft tee underneath. My gold earrings, white tennis shoes and gold lobster broach as accessories, and a natural style face. When he came to collect me from outside he certainly looked tired, but happy to see me. When inside, he complimented the color of my dress and drew in to kiss me, and then he held me for a long while. He genuinely gives really good and meaningful hugs.

As soon as I sit down on the couch he plops his head on my lap, wanting me to scratch his head. I tell him he’s just like a cat and he gives me a look to suggest “so?” in a cute way. Whenever I scratch his head, he always ends up doing it to me at the same time, as well as using his other free hand to hold mine or touch me in some way. We stay this way, catching long gazes at each other intermittently, for about half an hour. He asks me about my Hinge profile and how I must have a line of suitors. I tell him about my date with Daniel and how cringe it was, but not before he asked if I kissed him!!! I lie and say no, because I never wanted to really kiss Daniel in the first place. We have fun reveling in how basic Daniel is, and then Ryan proceeds to tell me about his coffee date with someone this week with someone from Hinge. Apparently she is also “ethically non-monogamous” and only wants to make friends. Whatever.

Then we decide to walk to his car to head off to the LACMA. Ryan shows me how they just laid out new tar on his street and someone had ruined it by driving on it, he really isn’t happy about it apparently. I honestly don’t really understand the big idea, but maybe I would care if I drove. On the way to his car he is of course quiet and a really slow walker, I feel like I fumble all the time trying to keep his pace while traversing the uprooted side walks of East Hollywood. Ryan thought he got a ticket as we were walking to his car and my stomach dropped, knowing how much that has effected other people I’ve dated in the past. Thankfully it ended up just being a “thank you” note from someone he helped get a spot behind his car. I could breath a sigh of relief, honestly. On the way there he held my hand, put his hand on my though, squeezed my fingers while catching my glance a few times. He doesn’t talk much in the car and I’m learning he really shows that he cares in a lot of non-verbal cues, which is so different from the Ryan I knew as a friend.

At the muesuem, Ryan gets a iced espresso before we get in. The place was pretty empty and we weren’t in a rush, it was a nice change of pace to be outside with him somewhere in the day time. Ryan took a second picture of me (The first was while i was sitting on his couch) in front of the dome next to the LACMA. Both were prompted by him, which made me feel pretty good. During the Nara exhibit, I found that I was much more talkative, I actually expected him to make jokes about more of the art but there were none! He didn’t even laugh at some of the funny ones! I respected his approach though, very contemplative. There were some really beautiful pieces, and I take a long while to stop and stare at everything. I really appreciated his patience and how he kept pace with me, he was interested in seeing it all with me. The big paintings of Nara’s work were pretty amazing to see up close. I’ve seen a lot of this work in art books, but those photographs and scans can never capture the way the skin of the character’s look in person. They literally look alive, you see all the blue, pink and yellow hues that make a breathing person, but with this simple illustrated, petulant face. The eyes were also a kaleidoscope of colors, his techniques I've tried to commit to memory. especially the white dot technique.

After the exhibition Ryan thanks me for inviting him, saying no one ever invites him to things like this or things in the day time. I ask why he thought that was? He replied “I don’t know, covid?” and then he sings “or maybe I’m secretly cancelled!”. I wish I would of said this at the time, but I suspect it’s because he’s sober, and I hope that doesn't happen to me. He asks if I am hungry, and I say that I am, he suggests Korean BBQ by his place, to which I agree. We drove down 6th st which apparently he had never gone down and he remarked on how beautiful it was, it certainly was, I had missed it. We still hold hands, and even tighter this time as we make our way to K-Town. We both order the Bulgogi and while we wait for our take-out order Ryan discusses with me his thoughts on the exhibit. He spoke about how long Nara had been an artist and expected to do the same style over and over because it’s what sells and rarely to those artists get to do other stuff. He then started relaying it to his own work and how dispensable art is and how we just eat content like McDonald’s. I agree with him, I explained how I felt disenfranchised for those reasons as well. We get our food eventually and head back to his apt. On the way back from the car, Ryan makes a few stories on people leaving bagged dog shit in random places in his neighborhood. He doesn’t have a lot of shame when it comes to his musings in comedy. A quality I both admire and am fearful of. When we get inside I take off my shoes and spruce up a little. We eat in his kitchen next to his two open windows with the honey suckle veranda directly outside. We both had a non-alcoholic beer with our meal which was surprisingly good. I can’t remember much about what we talked about, I think we just were eating and played footsie a little bit.

He invited me to lay down with him in his room after we were done, so I followed him there. We laid down for some moments, very close and comfortable.I was caressing him all over, I genuinely like to do that with my partners, but specifically Ryan, hes very receptive to touch. We end up kissing and he stops and asks me if I really want to do “this” and I tell him I do. We end up having sex twice, both times Ryan tries hard to focus on me cumming. I don’t but I think he thinks I did the 2nd time. For some reason I’m having a hard time with that, and also getting wet, but I still had a great time (I was really close though) . We felt closer some how, less stress involved. I even fell asleep with his head in my chest. When he woke up, he woke me up. He caressed my neck and grabbed my face to look at it, my eyes still half-way closed. He gets up to go take a bath and I slowly come to and retrieve my phone and go sit in the kitchen next to the open window. I respond to everyone I can, Matt (from Hinge, who I met yesterday at the bonfire) had messaged me to tell me he was free all week, and he was making carbonara if I wanted to stop by. I think I’m going to see him tomorrow.

When Ryan gets out of the Bath and dressed (in a matching green playstation shirt might I add) he puts on a podcast, gets a sparkling water and lays down on the couch. I assume, no room for me, so he wanted to be alone. He was quite quiet as well again. So I decide to purchase somethings from amazon (sewing machine, humidifier, etc) and when I finally put my phone down I look over at Ryan and he was looking at me. He immediately puts his arms up to say “Come here”. As I approach he says that I can lay on him any way I like, face up, down etc, and so I lay down on him stomach down so I can still see him, and he starts to massage my shoulders. We listen to this podcast for awhile like that, and talk about random things relating to it. at some point they get onto the topic of Randonautica, in which I explain to Ryan, who had never heard of it, what it was all about. As I’m explaining it, he downloads the app! I had dared him to do it, but he actually was really interested. Funnily enough, the pin it dropped was right in between his ex-gf’s apt (Dani) and his good friend Shawn’s apt (Who they both date apparently) which really freaked him out. But just as he got the pin, his friend Shawn messaged him on facebook! He looks at me bewildered and asks if I want to meet his friend Shawn and go check out the pin and I agree. I had expected to sleep over but felt instantly rejected, but realized we had spent a lot of close time together so I should just deal with my feelings right then and there. Ryan gets my attention and re-assures me it’s just because he hasn’t had much space the past few days and he had a really lovely day with me. His serious tone made me feel better and I assured him that I was ok.

Before we head out I ask if we can take a Polaroid together, unfortunately both times they are incredibly blown out. He lets me borrow a jacket of his, even though I just gave him back his sweater and we head off. I tell him that I have a bunch of mushrooms I’ve been waiting to take and ask him if the next time we hang out if we could do them/he could babysit me and he enthusiastically agrees. Even though I tell him I am quite the handful on them in large doses, he had a look of reassurance that he can handle it. We’ll see.

We arrive in the area and walk to the pin, Ryan points out where Dani lives as we pass by. The pin was behind a residential gate with an old mustang stored in it, with both its hood and trunk open and a shovel up against it. Ryan tells me his “intention” he set for it was for us to see a UFO, which there was none. But we did see a cardboard cutout of Vegeta from Dragon Ball Z, so I guess him being an alien is close enough. We walk to his friend’s house, which Ryan had the access code memorized, they must be very close. Shaun and his friend seemed to be working on something music oriented for a game as we walked in, Shaun was very nice and welcoming. We end up talking for awhile and he offered me a Kombucha, Ryan seemed to really enjoy himself and liked that I got along so well. We hung out probably for about half an hour and then decided to head out so Ryan could take me home. He asks me how I’m doing and I say that I am having a really nice time, and he looked really happy about that and confirmed he was too.

On the ride back he had his hand on my thigh and I had my hands on his hand and the back of his neck, giving him a light massage while we listened to the tail end of that podcast. When we get to my place he tells me I should borrow his jacket again, that it looks nice. I tell him that I’m going to be busy all week but we will see each other soon, he tells me he is also going to be pretty busy. He reiterates what a great time he had that day and gives me a deep kiss and a long hug. We part ways and I arrive back home to tell Johnny some of the snippets of today while I respond to all my messages on my phone. I ate sushi and got ready for bed. Ryan texts me a bit in the evening, telling me again! how nice today was and what he was up to. It felt really easy and nice.

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atinydise · 5 years

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One more chance

Hellooow hellooow! Here’s the 12nd writing! Enjoy it! Thank you for your support! Masterlist / 31 days Prompts List

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DAY 12 - One more chance - San

When you got in your apartment, the atmosphere was different from this morning. You noticed a weak light in your bedroom. Maybe you forgot to turn off the light on your nightstand. As you entered your room, ready to jump on your bed and sleep till noon. You saw San near your bed, holding a birthday cake. “SURPRISEEE!” Yelled San. “What are you doing here?” was the first question you wanted to ask but no words came out of your mouth. You stared at him, confused. The smile on his face was disturbing you. He was definitively acting like nothing happened.

San, noticing that you didn’t move or say anything since you get in, asked, “Y/N? Come & blow your candles!” You walked up toward your wardrobe, passing right by him. “Y/N?” he asked, not understanding why you are not paying attention to him. “My birthday was the last week, San.” You said hanging out your coat in the wardrobe. He sighed, feeling guilty to forget your birthday. “I’m sorry... I was busy the whole week because of the promotions and I forgot about it.” He explained. “Yes sure.” You bumped accidentally into his shoulder as you tried to go in the bathroom. “Listen Y/N, I really tried to come and celebrate it with you but-“ “No, you are not trying to.” You faced him. “You could just call me or text me for my birthday, but you didn’t.” “I wanted to.“ “No, you just don’t care about me San.” “How can you say that?” he said, putting down the cake on the desk, next to him. “You barely talk to me. I stopped to invite you on a date in the past 3 weeks and you didn’t even notice it.” “That’s not true Y/N.” “Then prove it. When was the last time we hang out?” He took some time to answer, searching the exact day of your last date. “See, I can bet that you don’t remember what we did.” “We ate a Korean BBQ.” You scoffed, “No. You went to the park, but you ended by signing your fans personal stuff.” “But that’s my job.” He always uses this excuse, “his job”. You were tired of it, at first it was easy to deal with but now you just wanted to insult him every time he’s talking about his career. “I know that your idol job is your priority. But it’s not mine. I know it’s selfish, but I would like to go on a date with you without your fans behind around. Or just a text from you for my birthday.” “It’s not my fault Y/N, I can’t tell my fans to back off because I’m with my girlfriend.” You were getting mad; he wasn’t trying at all to understand how you felt. “And what about all your world tour. Your company announced it 2 weeks ago and you didn’t even text or call me. I always need to learn things from social media and not from my boyfriend WHO’S IN THE GROUP.” San approached you, “Because I’m busy!” “You can even send a text? It will take like 30 seconds of your precious time.” “I’ve told you every time we had a comeback!” Your boyfriend tried as he could to make up to you. “No, you never told me. I saw the teasers first.” You rolled your eyes. He didn’t reply, searching for another proof. “Oh! For the MAMA 2019! You were the first person I called after we won the award!” You scoffed, “you barely talked to me before the MAMA. I sent you a text to congratulate you and the group. I’m still waiting an answer by the way.” He bit his lip. It’s true that he didn’t talk with you these days. Even when he was not busy, you would be the last person on his mind. “See,” you sighed. “So please take back your cake and leave.” You turned back to your bathroom. But, you added, “It’s not like you care about me anyway.” He grabbed your wrist, “wait.” “What?” You said, annoyed. “Give me another chance, I will make up to you! I promise!” It was the 5th time he promised that he will change and treat you better. You knew that like the 4th last promises, he wouldn’t do it. “I don’t trust you anymore San.” “I know but I realized how much I fucked up our relationship. I will treat you better. He rushed to your nightstand to hold the cake. “See! I will change today! Blow your candles Y/N.” You looked at him, trying to find anything in his eyes that could change your opinion about him. You gave him enough chances to change his behavior toward you, but the next day he started to act like a jerk again. San didn’t know how much it hurts you. He didn’t know how many times you cried because of him. And how you felt invisible, useless and alone. You wanted to be a supportive girlfriend, to cheer him, to help him every time he’s going through hard times. But he never informed you about his schedule, accomplishments, meetings, difficulties he had. “You should go.” You said coldly. His face dropped, disappointed. “Give me one last chance Y/N. I beg you.” He put down the cake on your bed and kneeled in front of you. “Please Y/N.” Seeing him this way made you sad. But you knew that giving him another chance would be a big mistake. He needs to be more mature. “San... stand up.” You ordered. “I won’t move until you gave me another chance.” “Just stand up.” You repeated. “I know what I did to you was bad and I’m sorry for not noticing it. My job is my dream. But you are my entire life.” He confessed, looking at the floor. You never saw him this way, he seemed devastated by a potential break up. “I will treat you better. I will make you feel loved. I don’t want you to cry because of him ever again. I want to be there for all of your birthdays.” He enumerated. You didn’t reply, ignoring what to do about this unexpected situation. “Please Y/N, let me be the perfect boyfriend for you.” He begged, looking at you. One side of you wanted to hug him right here, right there on the cold floor and to confess how much you love him. The other half was done with San. All his excuses were a “déjà-vu”, he would promise you a better relationship but would forget his promise the next day. “I…I need time to think about it.” You finally said. He nodded, sadly, “Sure. Take all the time you need.” “Can you leave now? I want to stay alone.” He stood up and grabbed your tiny hand in his. “Please, don’t forget that I love you.” He kissed your soft hands and left your apartment. Leaving you alone, with all these thoughts and this dilemma. You were looking at the candles melting on the cake. Was your relationship like this birthday cake? If you stop the fire, you can still eat it. But if you let it melt completely, you can’t eat it anymore and it will be over.

#ateez reactions #ateez #ateez san #ateez sad #ateez angst #ateez choi san #ateez prompt #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez x you #ateez x atiny

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janellion · 4 years

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1,2,10 and 13 for the self-ship thingie!!! hehe

HI EM BB ILY HOW ARE YOU??? tysm for sending this in!!! I’M SORRY IT’S COMING LIKE A WEEK LATE KJHSDG ya girl has been stressed and managing time poorly ajkdf but HERE IT IS!!

1. where was your first date?

i’m going to answer for canon since i don’t think i’ve done that yet! bo as himself (ofc) and me as nekoma’s manager! bokay’s first date was not so much a date date so much as going out with the nekoma and fukurodani teams after a practice match one day where both of the teams were trying to get us together by pulling the most OBVIOUS STUFF and we were both too flustered and embarrassed and IN DENIAL to notice

kuroo saying that everyone has to sit at one table except us? because “there’s not enough room for you two to sit here, you can sit over at that table” as he points over to a tiny table tucked in the corner of the restaurant

me: “but kuroo there’s two more seats at that table?”

lev, stretching out like the giant lanky boi he is to take up 4 chairs instead of one as konoha throws his body across the table: “no there’s not enough room sorry”

yaku silently rolling his eyes at the antics but also giving me a gentle push toward the table like, “PLEASE, you’re going to have a better time over there anyways”

akaashi just gives bo a look like: “they’re not going to stop unless you do it” as he gives him a light nudge on the shoulder toward the table

SO THEN we are at this tiny table and awkwardly not making eye contact as kuroo sends over one drink with two straws and we have 20 eyes trained on us like: 👀😏

anyways, we end up finishing the free drink (THANKS KUROO) and booking it out of the restaurant, laughing as the teams splutter and protest, and wandering around town for the rest of the afternoon, finally relaxing now that we’re not around everyone

we spend a lot of the time talking about how silly the teams are and pretending not to realize what they were getting up to at the restaurant, but also just enjoying each other’s company

we don’t realize how much time has passed until the sun is starting to set and we sort of just look at each other in surprise? but there’s another practice match coming up the next week so we make plans to ditch the teams afterwards and have an actual afternoon that we spend together

we never call it a “date” BUT when we meet back up with the teams we DEFINITELY BOTH SCREAM about how I HAVE A DATE WITH THEM!!!! FINALLY!!!

and if bo plays extra well the next week? and if i maybe try and look a little nicer? the teams try and bite their tongues and not tease us about it bc they rly want it to work out and not embarrass us (they’ve been SO FRUSTRATED FOR AGES ABT US NOT DOING ANYTHING so they’re so ready for it to finally come to an end)

(oml that got so LONG I’M SO SORRY)

2. who normally plans the dates?

tbh we don’t really plan dates so much!! they sort of just happen? one day we’re sitting at home and we look at each other like, “you know what sounds good? KOREAN BBQ” and then 10 minutes later we’re on our way to KBBQ, with me calling to see if they’re open and have any availability, and bo driving and smiling, talking about how hungry he is and how excited he is to go, one hand trying to hold mine as he drives while i’m like “BO BABE I’M ON THE PHONE” but smiling at him regardless

for big events like anniversaries, bo will plan dates!! we sort of take turns planning, so i’ll plan his birthday and he’ll plan my birthday, and then we alternate anniversaries! but he also likes to try and surprise me, so he’ll call akaashi and talk to him about ideas and then one day i’ll come home to him naked and covered in flower petals HAHAHA JK,,,, but not really 👀 in a suit with a huge smile on his face like “WE’RE GOING OUT!! GET CHANGED!!” and i’m standing there bbq sauce on my tiddies tired from work but honestly the smile on his face is all it takes for me to feel ready to stay up all night which we usually end up doing before bo passes out akdfha

10. what do you think their first impression of you would be?

SHORT

that’s it probably. he would rly notice how short i am bc ya girl is SHORT

i don’t wanna say a bunch of nice things abt myself bc it makes me uncomfy but i think he would think i have a really nice smile and that i’m cute and am a rly kind person

13. who initiates physical affection more?

BO BABY

he initiates most of the physical affection!! not bc i don’t want it, but it’s rly not my style to be physically affectionate outside of my so and my family so it would take me some time to get used to it!! he likes to grab my hand and play with my hair and give me hugs from behind where he rests his head on the top of mine. he’s a big thigh grabber and waist grabber and i am HERE FOR IT, i just don’t know how to initiate it as much

getting more comfortable with it, i’ll initiate things more by holding his hand or playing w his hair ALSO GRABBING THAT ASS but generally bo is the one that initiates physical affection more

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I’M SO SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG AHHH but thank you for sending it in!! i’m gonna be answering the rest of them tonight before i go to bed hopefully!!

also: EM I LOVE YOUUU

🌻 bokay taglist (also my faves): @deadontheinsidebut @stcrryskies @sstardusty @zoni @kuronekomama @anianimol @the-kool-aid-man-is-real @nekoma-hoe @sugacookiies @churochuu @shoyosun @achoohq @miel-meraki

#✨bokay thursday✨#bokay 🌻#bokuto 🌻 kayla #em bb!!#moots 💗#i know it isnt bokay thursday but im posting this anyways #SORRY YALL

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sheeple · 4 years

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The intern | 10: Birthday parties part II

GIFS NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): intern!au / fluff / mild angst Group(s): NCT / Red Velvet Pairing(s): Moon Taeil x fem!reader Summary: The new Elysion Publishings intern is the youngest they ever had. It’s not a problem until she grabs the attention of the IT guy. Warning(s): Age-gap of five years [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist]

My phone rings as we ─ Johnny, Taeyong, Wendy, Taeil, and I ─ walk out of the office and I see it’s Mark. A smile spreads on my face as I answer my phone.

“Hey hey”, I say, my voice cheerful. The others look at me surprised at my sudden switch to English I always do with Mark.

“Yo. How’s you’re birthday going?”, he questions, a smile obvious in his voice.

“Meh”, I shrug, “it was okay. Got a lot of ‘happy birthday’-s.”

Johnny and Wendy look at me with weirdly and I mouth ‘Mark’. Wendy frowns and shakes her head, her eyes telling me to hang up.

“Do you wanna hang-out tonight? Eat pizza, play some videogames or watch a movie? Since it’s your birthday, you know”

I pout. “I’m sorry, my dude. I’m already going out with my friends and sing some karaoke.” I run a hand through my hair with a sigh.

Mark whines loudly. “But I wanted to hang out!” He shuffles around. I can only imagine him wildly throwing around his limps, just throwing a hissy fit in general.

“What if... you’re coming with us?”

“No!”, yells Wendy in protest. Oh right, I forgot they’re cousins.

Mark chuckles at the protest of his older cousin. “Sounds fun. Where y’all meeting up?”

I look at Johnny and he signs me to give my phone.”We’re going to Suyi’s Karaoke Bar before eating somewhere.” He hums and nods a couple of times before giving me back my phone.

“So I’ll see you there.” Mark’s voice sounds cheerful.

I say goodbye to him and end the call. As I pocket my phone, Wendy looks at me sourly.

“I can’t believe you invited him! I already see him like every other week.”

I roll my eyes. “If things worked out between him and me, you wouldn’t see him ‘like every other week’.” I make air-quotations as I say the last part.

“Wait, what?”, butts Taeil in with wide eyes. He pushes Taeyong away to rush next to me.

“Well...”, I trail off.

“She and Wendy’s cousin, Mark, went on a date a month or two ago”, interrupts Taeyong with a glare towards the eldest.

“Yeah!”, smirks Johnny. “Isn’t he the same age as you? Born in ‘99?”

I glare at the two boys, seeing right through their attempts to make Taeil jealous. And from the look of it; it’s kinda working. Taeil chews angrily on his bottom lip and he balls his hands in firsts.

I frown. He has nothing to be jealous of. Mark and I are just friends. It weirds me out thinking about being more than friends with him. My choice of ignoring the whole thing is the best choice I made. The conversation picks up again with Johnny and Wendy being idiots.

We soon arrive at the karaoke band and we see Mark leaning against his bike. I yell his name and rush towards Mark. He looks up from his phone and hugs me once I reach him. He spins me around and I laugh loudly.

“Look at you being an adult now.” He wipes away a fake, non-existing tear and I punch his shoulder.

“Don’t act as if you’re not two months older than her.” Wendy laughs in a teasing way with a grin.

We go into the karaoke bar and Taeyong walks up to the desk. He says that he has a reservation on the name of ‘Lee’ and the guy behind the desk nods as he types away.

He leads us towards some privet room and explains how everything works to us. From choosing the songs to calling assistance.

I hang up my coat on one of the hooks and let myself fall on the couch. Wendy drapes herself next to me and says her arm over my shoulder.

“You’re going to duet with me, no matter what”, she whispers in my ear and I nod with a giggle.

“Of course! With who else am I going to sing Truth Hurst?”

After singing our hearts out and duetting with almost everyone, we walk laughing out of the bar.

“So, what’s next?”, questions Mark as he puts his hands in his pockets.

“Well, we were going to eat somewhere...” I throw Wendy a pleasing look, Mark joining me.

“Fine! He can come. But I want no whining, no screaming, and definitely no flirting”, she says as if she’s talking to a toddler.

Mark just smirks and throws an arm over her shoulder. “When did I ever do that, dear cousin?”

“Well...”, trails Wendy off and starts to list the times he was basically a child during past family gatherings.

As we walk, I see Taeil walking far in the back. “Are you okay?”, I question and start to walk next to him.

“Hm? Oh, yes.” He smiles at me, but I’m not convinced.

I grab his hand and pull him with me, so we’re closer to the group. “No sulking on my birthday, mister.” I swing our linked hands back and forth between us and hum some song that we sang earlier.

“Can I... can I ask a question?” Taeil licks his lips and looks at me.

I nod with a slight smile. We start to walk a little slower so we’re out of hearing distance of the group.

“Do you like Mark?”, he asks bluntly with his face beet red.

I chuckle softly under my breath. “Oh yeah! He is such a great friend. We connect really well since we’re only a couple months apart and we both speak English.”

“Not like that. Do you like-like him.”

I stop and look Taeil in his eyes. “Are you asking me if I have romantic feelings for him?”

He nods and I scrunch my nose in disgust. “Ew gross! He’s more like a brother than anything else. Oh my god.” I shiver thinking about it.

A sigh of relief leaves Taeil’s lips and he squeezes my hand lightly. We pick our pace back up so nobody noticed we were gone for just a smidge.

“Ready to fill our stomachs!”, cheers Taeyong as he pushes the door open of the Korean BBQ place. We take a seat around a table fit for five people.

A waiter comes and takes our orders. We order all different kinds of meats and side dishes. And of course, Soju.

I am placed between Johny and Taeil, with Taeyong seated between de cousins in front of me.

“Wait, so, don’t tell me this is your first time eating k-bbq”, asks Wendy while throwing a shot of Soju behind.

I shrug. “I never had the chance. Eating alone is never fun, so why would I go without anyone?”

“Except those three am ramen trips.” Mark gives me a knowing look and we giggle.

“Okay, something is going on with the both of you and you guys have to spill it”, muses Johnny with folded arms.

“It’s nothing, really. We just hung out a lot the past couple of weeks. (Y/n) is a very bad sleeper and I game until late, so we planned these late-night trips to the grocery store and ate ramen so neither of us has to go alone”, says Mark with a smile.

I giggle. “Yeah. We live in the same neighbourhood and the closed grocery store is only a five-minute walk. Two if you run.”

“Wait. Do you live in that new-build block? Four streets behind his?”, asks Wendy as she leans backwards, almost falling off her chair if it wasn’t for Taeyong.

“Yup. The apartments are surprisingly spacious for what the rent is. I think that’s why Mr. Kim placed me there.”

The group stops. “THE BOSS PAYS FOR YOUR HOUSING?!”

I flinch a bit. “I mean... yeah? I get paid less than the other interns because of that.”

“Now I really want to see your place”, hums Taeyong and the others agree.

“I mean, we can stop by a grocery store after we’ve eaten and buy some food and drinks and hang out at my place.”

The group agrees as we stuff our faces with delicious food. I bite my lip. I just hope I cleaned my apartment enough.

With our arms filled with snacks and booze, we enter the lobby of my apartment complex.

“Good evening, Mrs Choi”, I greet the old lady that lives on the ground floor next to the staircase.

“Good evening, child. I see that you brought some friends”, she notes and I smile.

“Yeah, we’re celebrating my birthday today. Sorry in advance if we’re making too much noise.” I bow slightly with a small smile.

Mrs Choi chuckles. “Go and be young, child.” She waves us off before entering her apartment.

“Such a cute little lady”, says Johnny with a smile as we walk up the stairs.

“She’s the sweetest. She helped me settle in and makes wonderful kimchi.” I fetch my keys out of my pocket and unlock the door.

“I don’t think I have enough slippers for all of us...”, I mumble, removing my shoes. I lead them into my apartment and place the food and drinks in my kitchen.

“Just... seek a place around the living room. I’ll grab bowls and glasses for us.”

“I’ll help you!”, chirps Wendy as he follows me in the kitchen. She opens the fridge and a gasp leaves her lips. “Are you serious?! There’s only one thing in your fridge!” She grabs one of the ice tea packs from my fridge and I chuckle awkwardly as I scratch the back of my head.

“I told my mom that I missed my favourite brand of ice tea so she sent like twelve litres of it. She also sent my favourite type of candy.” I open up up a cabinet above me and shove the stacks and stacks of candy.

Wendy laughs loudly. “You’re a child.”

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gqmf-bangtanmama · 5 years

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Kim Taehyung x Female Reader (Platonic)

Disclaimer: *Some of my fanfic will be “??? x Female Reader” others will be “??? x Male Reader.” As I hope to continue to write different scenarios, I will switch up the member x reader pairings. *None of the gifs are mine. Scenario: You defend/save them from problematic or sasaeng fans

TW: Both y/n and the problematic fan will use harsh language and swear words.The fan/s will make a male rape joke. The reader will be bullied by fan (body shaming/ageism). After their encounter reader will be approached by a BTS management team member and because of their hypersensitivity to the situation and a language barrier a miscommunication will occur and reader will address manger harshly and swear.

You had always been self-conscious wearing your BTS gear in public. You were at least 10 years older than the eldest in the group and thought people might be judging you for being ARMY. Fortunately, you had made friends with other ARMYs that were over 30 (and still you were the oldest) and had decided to make a trip together to see your favorite boys in concert. The deal was that for the whole trip you had all promised to wear BTS stuff everyday so that no one would feel awkward about it; after all this was a BTS trip.

It was the night before Day 1 concert and you and your friends went to the local K-town for some BBQ. It was your first time with this food experience and you were excited because it was new. Your friends all settled on trying soju but you’re typically a beer drinker and so you’d ordered a beer. You guys were having a great time.

The table next to you were two teenagers or young adults and you heard one say, “I thought that fansite said BTS eats here when they come to town?”

The other chimed in, “Yeah, we’ve eaten here for 3 nights with no sign of them, we should ask for all our money back” and they laughed.

“Imagine if V walks in and finally sees me. I’m finally old enough for us to fuck. As of last month, I am of age.” You scoffed and the girls turned to you briefly, rolled their eyes and continued their conversation.

“Do we take turns or what?” the girls were now giggling like mad.

“Sure. If he’s drunk or drugged it won’t really matter. He won’t know the difference”

“Inappropriate.” You didn’t even realize that you’d said it out loud until the girls turned to glare at you.

“Excuse me?” one said.

You weren’t a person to be easily intimidated, so now that you had made the comment and they had engaged you in conversation, you decided to make your point clear and have this be a learning moment.

“You outlined a rape scenario about a stranger and I said that was inappropriate.”

“I don’t appreciate being kink shamed.”

“Oh, I'm not kink shaming. Rape fantasy and roleplay between consenting adult partners is one thing but unless you have a previous relationship with V, publicly expressing a rape fantasy staring him is not okay.”

“We were just joking.”

“That doesn’t make it any better.” You said. “You shouldn’t make rape jokes ever.”

In a move that was surely meant to embarrass you, one of the girl’s says loudly for other patrons to hear., “You’re just mad that you are an old, fat bitch and that no one in BTS would fuck you.”

The neighboring tables and all the people at the hostess station fell quiet instantly while you maintained eye contact with the young woman. She had a smile on her face maybe hoping you’d cry or something but instead you pitched your voice low and said, “First of all, you are not a true fan of BTS because you only value them as sexual objects evident by the fact that the only reason you think an ‘old, fat bitch’ like myself would like them is because I want to fuck them. It doesn’t even occur to you that anyone could like them for their talent, their personalities, their dedication, their creativity, their artistry. You disrespect them by dismissing all of that and reduce Taehyung, your favorite, to a sex toy.

Second of all, you attack me for being fat and old because being young and thin is the greatest thing you see in yourself which is so superficial that it’s sad. If the only thing I valued about myself was my looks I might have been upset by your insults but I am a greater person than just my age and weight. I am a complete person who takes the message on BTS’s music to heart and so I love myself, my whole self.

Third of all . . .you’re a cunt.”

With that I turned back to my plate and continue my meal. Slowly the other tables got over their shock and also continued their meals while the two girls stayed quiet, eyes shaking as they tried to process what was just said.

As one young lady took a breathe ready to let loose a response, the hostess came over and said to the pair, “Excuse me, here is your check. We are going to have to ask you to leave. We received some complaints from other guests.”

“But she, -”

“You have to go … now.”

A few minutes after the girls left, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Even though you had seemed composed you were a bit shaken up by the whole confrontation. As you waited outside the door two tall men approached you. You moved aside thinking they were going to go past you. Instead they stopped in front of you. One had long bangs covering his eyes and a face mask covering his nose, mouth and jaw. The other was about the same age as you has an aura of seriousness.

“We heard you defend Kim Taehyung and though maybe you wanted an award?”

“Are you fucking serious? I don’t need anymore shit tonight.”

The other man began speaking in Korean to his companion and they went back and forth a few times while you stood there waiting for an explanation or something.

Finally the man said, “I used the wrong word. Mr. Kim would like to say thank you with a reward, maybe we can pay for you and your companions meals?”

“That’s not necessary.”

“Mr. Kim insists.” You assume the man in the mask is Mr. Kim. Your eyes narrow because you couldn’t see enough of his face to be sure.

“Are you Kim Taehyung?” you whisper.

The man lowered his mask and you could see his face clearly for the first time. You gasp. It was Kim Taehyung!

In halting English Tae says, “I want to say thank you for defending me and saying all the things you enjoy about me and my brothers.”

“Oh, wow. Umm...thanks.”

The two men bowed towards you and you returned the gesture without thinking. The men turned and left and you returned to your table.

NAMJOON / JIN / SUGA / J-HOPE / JIMIN / V / JUNGKOOK

MASTERLIST

#armysource #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts v #kim taehyung

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timelordthirteen · 5 years

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Killing Time 16/?

Detective Weaver/Belle French, Explicit

Summary: A Woven Beauty Law & Order-ish AU. Written for Writer’s Month 2019.

Chapter Summary: Weaver and Belle attempt to get a start on the case, but feel like they're getting nowhere fast in a lot of ways.

Notes: This was supposed to be posted on Friday the 30th, but alas that didn't happen. Work sucked and I seem to have gotten my daughter's cold. Palmi's is a Korean BBQ place in Seattle (and other areas) in case anyone was wondering. This is where my random food cravings show up in fic. For the Writer's Month prompt #30: pining.

Warnings: Please see AO3 for complete warnings and tags.The only updated tags are for the smut.

[AO3] Previous: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15]

It was two in the afternoon when Belle and Weaver left the station.

They had collected the current case file, such as it was, and decided to head over to Belle’s office. Frustration was best handled by doing what they could to solve the case, or at least get it started. So far the whiteboard consisted of a picture of Eloise and a timeline that had more question marks than anything else. As far as anyone could tell, Eloise Gardner had managed to fly under the radar for her entire existence.

Belle glanced over at Weaver where he was sitting on the sofa, flipping through the brief preliminary report from the medical examiner. He was slouched down with the folder open and sitting on his legs, and she bit her lip. Just a short time ago, they’d fucked on that couch, right where he was sitting. She bit her lip and breathed slowly, trying not to think about how good it felt to have him inside her, and how it would have happened again if Rogers hadn’t called them when he did.

“What?”

She blinked and saw Weaver looking at her, one eyebrow raised. “Nothing,” she said, shrugging. “Just...we basically have nothing.”

“Less than.” He sighed and sat forward, closing the folder and dropping it on the coffee table. “This prelim report is everything we already know; she’s been dead at least six months or probably more, no obvious signs of trauma, gun shot or stab wounds.”

“And we don’t have any idea who Eloise even is.” He ran a hand over his face, rubbing at his chin which had gotten scruffy with stubble from the last two days. “How does someone have no paper trail in this day and age?”

Belle shook her head, clicking the cap of the dry erase marker she was holding on and off. “Maybe she’s not from here. Maybe we need to expand our search. Oregon, California, Idaho? Check Social Security and IRS records, whatever we have to.”

“She might not even be from the states,” he added absently. “Canada?”

“True,” Belle said, frowning at the board. They’d been making assumptions, and it was possible that had painted them into a corner. “I could call Anna. She still works for that firm in Vancouver, and she might be able to search a few databases for us. Rogers could call his friend in the RCMP.”

He let out another heavy sigh. “Yeah.”

She pushed the cap back on the marker and set it in the tray under the board before crossing the room. “You okay?”

Weaver looked up as Belle dropped down on the sofa beside him. He nodded and gave her a small smile. “Yeah, just realized that I didn’t know what day it was for a second there.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Saturday, right?”

He nodded again, his lips curving slightly. “Be honest, you had to look at your phone to be sure.”

“Lately, yeah,” she admitted, running her hand through her hair. “S’all bleeding together.”

“Are you okay?”

She turned her head and looked at him. “Yeah, why?” He shrugged, his eyes meeting hers, and she swallowed. “I’m better now that we have something to figure out.”

“Something to focus on that’s not...”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Belle nodded, her lips pressed together in a tight smile. “I’m sorry, by the way.”

Weaver frowned. “For what?”

“For all the stuff that’s happened.” She sighed and picked at a fingernail with her thumb. “Between us.”

“Hey,” he said, softly, reaching over to take her hand. “Don’t -”

She shook her head again. “No. No, Ian, I meant it. I shouldn’t have -” She squeezed his hand and let it rest on her knee, but her eyes were fixed on the file folder on the table, and on the edge of the case label that was just a little bit crooked. “I didn’t mean for things to get so messy. Or to push you away - after. You were right that - that I keep doing that, that I have done that.”

“Belle...”

She sniffed and wiped her free hand over her cheek, surprised when it came away wet, and then rubbed it on her jeans. “I, um, I thought - I thought I was protecting myself.”

“You were,” he insisted. “You -”

“No.” She gave him a quick glance, her chest tightening when she saw the pain and concern in his features. “No, I was - I was hurting you. On purpose, maybe, I don’t know, but it was wrong. I was wrong to take advantage of you.”

“Hey.” He pulled his hand away from hers and raised his arm to put it around her shoulders. “It’s okay. You weren’t taking advantage of anyone.”

“I’m sorry,” she managed, her tears falling faster. “I was - I was going to text you that night. Thursday, I mean.”

That was the night Jack attacked her.

Weaver swallowed hard, and then blew out a breath. “Palmi’s?” She lifted her head and blinked at him. “Split a beef combo?”

“With kimchi stew?” Her eyebrows lifted and she started to smile. Her skin felt tight where tears had dried on her skin, and she rubbed at her eye. “You can have all the short ribs.”

His eyes narrowed for a second. “Deal.”

She giggled and sat up, stretching her arms. “I’m going to need to do some wash, or grab more clothes.”

Weaver pushed to his feet. “We can call in our order, swing by your place, and then pick it up before we head home?”

Belle bit her lip and nodded. He’d called his apartment home, which made sense for him. The funny thing was that was the first place that popped into her head at the mention of that word, home. It was an exposed brick wall and dark kitchen cabinets, a hundred year old wood floor and a zig zag of pipes on the ceiling.

She wasn’t sure that had anything to do with what had happened on Thursday.

After dinner, they settled on the sofa.

Belle sighed as she felt her body sink into the soft leather, and pulled up the throw blanket that lay at one end. They kept the conversation light after they left her office, both of them needing to disengage from the case and the events of the last few days.

“So, Tiana’s engaged?” Weaver said as he came around the end of the sofa with a beer bottle in his hand.

She let out a short laugh. “Yeah, to Drew.”

His eyes widened and he leaned forward to set the bottle down on the coffee table. “Drew the chef? I thought she dumped him ages ago?”

“The wannabe chef,” she corrected with a smirk. “I don’t know. They were off and on for the longest time, and then they were off-off.” She rolled her eyes and reached over, stealing a sip from his beer.

“Oi!” He snatched the bottle from her with a half-hearted glare. “Thief.”

She smiled at him. “Arrest me.”

The look he gave her was heated, and she felt a flush wash over her body. “Anyway,” she continued, fiddling with the fringe on the blanket as he turned on the TV. “They met at a restaurant opening a few months back, and now...”

Weaver shook his head. “She can do so much better.”

“She said that about you, you know.” Belle glanced sideways at him, her lips twitching.

“Yeah, well,” he replied, flipping through two more channels before pausing on a recap of the days football matches. “She was right.”

Belle’s foot nudged at his thigh, and he looked down at it before flicking his gaze up to meet her eyes. “Shut up,” she admonished, poking him with her toes a second time.

He tsked and shook his head slowly. “Theft and now assaulting a police officer. Racking up quite a rap sheet there, Ms. French.”

She giggled and shifted the way she was sitting, moving her feet to the other side so she could sit closer to him. He flipped a few more channels before stopping on a movie they’d both seen more times than they could count. It was already twenty minutes in, but it was safe, and she thought they both probably needed safe right now. The news was, well, the news. They lived with most of the nightly local headlines, and the national and global stuff had become too depressing.

Towards the end of the movie, Belle found her body leaning, drifting and heavy with fatigue, until her head was resting on Weaver’s shoulder. He braced for a second, and then relaxed, bringing his arm up around her to pull her against his side.

The more she kept saying she wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t keep taking advantage of him, the more she seemed to keep doing it.

“Is this okay?” she asked, her eyes fixed on the television.

“Yeah.”

His reply was soft, and then she felt the light pressure of his lips on the top of her head. She exhaled, resisting the urge to curl against him and watched as the movie came to its end, the camera pulling back on a view of the city as the credits began to scroll up the screen.

“I can’t keep staying here.”

Weaver shifted slightly. “Why not?”

She sighed and smiled sadly. “You know why...”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Where will you go then? Back to your apartment?”

She swallowed and sniffed. “I don’t think I can. I know Leroy will do a good job, but...”

“No one would blame you.” His arm tightened around her, squeezing her against him.

She pushed herself up, and his hand slipped down her shoulder. “My lease is up at the end of the year. I was thinking about looking for another place anyway.”

“You can stay here as long as you like,” he said, pulling back and twisting to sit sideways with his arm on the back of the sofa. “I can fix up the other room again, and sleep in there.”

Belle looked down at the blanket for a moment. The room would need a bit of work, and some furniture. The guest bed had been taken out as a start to the process of turning the room into a nursery. She wondered if he’d ever done anything with the paint they bought, a light, springy green called Sweet Honeydew. It would have worked for a boy or girl, she thought.

“Yeah.” She pulled the blanket off her lap before she stood up. “I’m, uh, I’m gonna go shower.”

“Okay...” came Weaver’s voice as she crossed the room. It sounded like he wanted to say something else, but she closed the bathroom door behind her before he could.

She turned on the water, pushing the dial halfway over to hot until steam started to fill the space, fogging up the glass. The heat felt good, almost blissful, and she let her head drop as the water pelted her neck and shoulders. A few tears fell, as they always did, and she wiped at her eyes before turning her face into the water. It was easier to let things out when she was shut away from the world. And from Ian.

He had been wonderful the past couple of days, but she still felt the pressure of expectations, of their history just as she had for all the weeks before. She couldn’t keep staying here, not much longer, not with Ian being so accommodating and...helpful. Her only option was nowhere, it seemed. She yawned as she turned to wash the shampoo out of her hair, working out the suds with her hands. It was going to be another early night for her, though she wondered if she’d be able to sleep all that well without Ian. At some point she would need to, anyway.

Belle finished up in the shower and slipped out in a towel, flashing Weaver an awkward smile as she hurried into the bedroom to retrieve something to wear to bed. After she changed, she came out of the room, squeezing her hair with the towel. Weaver was standing in the kitchen, and the television was turned back to the football recap. She glanced from the screen to him, and gave him a small smile when he shrugged.

“Tea?” he asked as he poured hot water into a mug.

“So late?” She lowered the towel.

He lowered the teabag, his mouth curved in a half smile. “It started raining and I just felt like something warm.”

She shook her head, her damp hair swinging and flicking little drops of water over the floor. “Thanks, but I think I’m just gonna go to bed.”

He picked up the mug and came around the island, cupping the warm ceramic in his palm. “You going to be okay?”

She wiped a drip of water off her forehead and shrugged. “At some point I’m going to have to be, right?”

She took the towel into the bathroom, dropping it in the hamper, and when she came out, Weaver was back on the sofa, his socked feet propped on the coffee table, sipping his tea. She bit her lip at the cozy picture he made, wanting so badly to just plop down beside him again until they both fell asleep. Instead, she pushed her hair back and moved to the bedroom door.

“Night.”

He looked up from his mug and gave her a soft, crooked smile. “Goodnight, Belle.”

An hour later, Weaver gave up and turned off the television.

He knew Belle was holding back, putting on a brave face so he wouldn’t worry about her so much. At least they had something to work on now, something to distract them from everything else that had happened. He wasn’t sure that was a good thing yet. They’d proven they could work well together, for the most part, but in the long run what he wanted and what Belle wanted could still be two different things.

Sighing, he pushed up off the sofa and took the remains of his tea, now long cold, into the kitchen before heading to the bathroom to shower. After, he put on clean underwear and a shirt, and spread the throw blanket out over the cushions. He straightened and dropped a pillow down at one end, his gaze drifting to the bedroom door. It wasn’t completely shut, just close enough to block out the light from the living room.

He eased the door open and looked inside. Belle was on her side, facing the nightstand. She looked to be sleeping soundly, but just in case he left the door open a little further. If she had another nightmare, he’d be able to hear her easier. He took a step, and she called out to him in a quiet voice.

“You can stay,” she said, rolling over. “If - if you want.”

His smile was flat. “I don’t think it’s up to me.”

“Yeah.” She tucked her hands under her chin, holding the sheet and blanket. “Sorry.”

“Belle...” He sighed, watching as she rubbed at her face with her covered hands, then shook his head as he turned to leave. “Night.”

“Please?”

He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, waiting until she said his name, and then eased the door closed all the way. He went around to his side of the bed and climbed in, settling back against the pillow. A moment later, Belle inched closer, reaching for him and laying her arm over his chest.

“This okay?”

He breathed out and closed his eyes. It was always okay, no matter how much it hurt, or how confused everything got. “Yeah.”

Their breathing evened out, her chest pushing against his side at the same time he inhaled. The rain pattered lightly against the window, a soothing white noise as sleep overcame them.

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Will the Bell Ring? Pt. 5

[Erik Killmonger x Black OC]

Word Count 5.3k

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The speed in which Kimara peeled out of the parking lot of the Korean BBQ place gave any witness whiplash as she channeled her anger through the accelerator. Kimara cursed out the air and any driver in her way as she rode around the streets of midtown. It’s a damn miracle no cops were around to pull her over or they would’ve caught some serious heat from her their damn self. Not long after running her fifth yellow light turning red, Kimara began to feel her tears well over profusely. Her whole body shook as the sobs came more powerfully and she couldn’t control the car properly anymore.

Pulling over, Kimara puts her car in park as she lays onto the wheel causing it to honk one time before she unloads her emotions completely. This isn’t what she expected, which is an outcome that is actually more common throughout this fertility process than she’d care to look back on. She’s exhausted with all the waiting and trying and disappointment, Kimara just wants an answer or some quick fix that’ll give her what she needs.

*knock knock*

Kimara jumps at the sharp sound on her passenger side window, breathing out with relief once she recognizes the kind face.

“T’Challa! What are you doing here?” She sniffles as he opens the door to sit inside looking at her with pity.

“It’s not so taboo to be here shopping around as it is to sit in a car and cry.” He quips.

Kimara chuckles gruffly before getting caught with a hiccup from her weeping. “I don’t do this all the time, I swear.”

T’Challa studies your face appearing suspicious. “Are you…”

She stares at him trying to catch on until she rolls her eyes. “Not every emotional moment with a woman is attributable to hormones man, damn! I’m not pregnant, not on my period. I’m just dealing with fuckboy bullshit.”

T’Challa melts in his seat with embarrassment. Just two minutes with her and he’s already regretting making his presence known. “How are things with Erik?”

“Terrible.” Kimara mutters.

“Elaborate.”

She wipes her face, crossing her arms. “You know he can be such a damn idiot sometimes.”

“Specifically?” T’Challa draws out.

Kimara tuts at him, throwing up her hands. “I thought you didn’t want details on our shit. TMI and whatever.”

“I want details on what is going on with you. Good or bad.” T’Challa says softly, waiting patiently for her response.

Kimara drops her attitude, playing with her nails anxiously. “I had a doctor’s appointment today with Erik. Nothing’s wrong with him.”

“That is good, right?”

She lays back on the headrest, looking out the window. “It is, health is always good. Just...what else could it be now? I thought that would give me my answer.”

“Does Erik know you are here?”

Kimara shakes her head. “I left him at a Korean spot. He was picking up his car anyway but I was tired of him too.”

“Did you like that place?” T’Challa voice rises an octave in anticipation.

She nods, smirking. “It was very nice. Erik told me you picked it.” Kimara looks over at T’Challa. “Thank you for having good taste.”

T’Challa smiles softly. “It is not something one can learn, I told you.”

Kimara tuts at him before looking away wordlessly.

“But why are you crying alone from your husband?”

“I don’t know. I’m regretting what I said, or at least how I said it. But Erik started off blaming the doctor and not taking the positive notes she gave us. The whole appointment it was like he was stewing, ready for a fight or something. I don’t know what came over him then but he flipped out.”

“That may be his way of accepting the news himself. He is probably just as over the process as you are.” T’Challa says.

“I know, I know. But it’s like...what does he know? How can he come in here blaming anybody for this when he’s barely wanted to follow instructions on how to better our chances. He flip flops so much, then there’s work. I’ve seen him act like this before. When he wants something, he goes for it. But this? He’s in a whole other world. And I’m this close to done, I cant take his childish behavior anymore.”

“Have you told him?”

“No, this just happened.”

“I mean from before. Your shame: did you tell him?”

Kimara goes quiet. That said everything.

“Kimara-”

“I know! I should. But this isn’t the time. Not when we’re rocky like this.”

T’Challa grows impatient with her. “It has to be now! You are not over that time in life and if he does not know you are harboring, your emotional duress appears out of the blue. He will feel attacked.”

“Well he should! I gave up a huge part of me for him and I don’t know if he could do the same. He hasn’t proven that yet!”

T’Challa grabs Kimara’s hand. “Give him a little credit for what he’s been through. Look. Until you talk with him this is all speculative.”

“Well I have a right.”

“Do not be stubborn. Remember this situation before? I knew where Erik was, but you were not ready to let go of your anger to let clarity come through. You must seek him out on this, be truthful. If you do not, I cannot see this ending well, Bast forbid.”

Kimara holds his hand tightly before resting in his shoulder. “I remember...I get that. I don’t wanna leave him like that. He doesn’t deserve that if he doesn’t know. I’ll...trust the process.”

T’challa nods. “That sounds familiar. So you were listening to me. You are a special woman, I just hate to see you go through this without all of the facts being known on his side. The only way I can comfort you is because I know everything. Whether I like it or not.”

They chuckle a moment as they held it together quietly, grazing their knuckles in small circles with their thumbs. Kimara remember a lot about those times when Erik recovered from his combat brainwashing, how much coaxing it took T’Challa to see him through a new lens. T’Challa never let Kimara down. His word is always his truth and she appreciated that. She didn’t give it a serious thought until just now.

T’Challa kisses the top of her head with a small peck, making her look up at him with a faint smile. His eyes draw her into the features of his face, different from Erik’s but just as handsome. She felt a dip in the pit of her stomach as her eyes fell over the bow of his top lip-

*brrrring! brrrrring!*

Kimara’s phone breaks the trance as she nearly hops out of herself to stop the maddening noise.

“Hey Erik? Yeah, I’m just over by the shops on 48th? I needed some...I know…..It’s ok, really. We’ll talk when I get home, don’t worry. I’ll be there soon. Love you too.”

She hangs up, growing timid. “Sooo if you’re good I’m gonna head home. Talk to this boy about stuff.”

T’Challa has his elbow on the passenger window, balling his fist up but with a calm expression. His face reads a multitude of words just hanging from the cliff of his mind but his jaw is too tight to speak them.

“T’Challa?”

He nods, snapping out of his mind to give a tight smile. “Of course. Drive safely.”

Erik’s been working with his team at Boeing for a few weeks now trying to get some ideas off the ground. He prides himself on being a superstar of the company, earning them easily millions and it’s all lightwork for his IQ. But they were turning more commercial driven, and that doesn’t vibe with him. And now that he works with Bryan, being the son of his boss, his wings are nubs at this point.

“Listen. We have competition out there that are able to carry more passengers on longer flights. We gotta keep up or we will be left in the dust!” Edward exclaims.

Erik rubs his eyes as he leans back in the conference room chair. “I’m not going rounds with you over this. That’s the last thing we need to be focusing on right now.”

“Profits? Profitability is never last Erik, it scares me how often I have to remind you of that.”

“Hey guys?” Bryan says.

Erik tunes him out. “When profit hunting cuts into innovation, TRUE innovation, that betters the product in the long run and sets an example for others in the industry, we fail! And in your case we already are! The Russians landed on the moon first bruh!”

“Guys!” Bryan interjects.

Edward holds up a finger. “One second son. Listen here, I’ve been in this business for 30 years now, you think-”

“I think your father shoulda taught you better than this, yeah.” Erik quips.

“GUYS! I have a fucking idea, can you stop to hear it?”

Erik and Edward fume, looking at one another before going back to their respective corners.

“Sure son, and please speak with common sense.” Edward says rolling his eyes as he sips some bourbon.

“How about we just knock out on engine on each side of the aircraft, so that gives room for the extra passenger space to be added?”

Erik’s face screws up “BOY THAT’S THE DUMBEST-”

Edward stops Erik. “Hang on. There are no wrong answers here. Keep talking, what do you mean by that?”

Erik is incredulous. “There are literally very wrong answers that can be given when discussing the composition of an aircraft!”

Bryan clears his throat. “Well, of course we have to map out the logistics of it all. But that’s the difference between us and our competitors. They have constructed their aircrafts to be able to accommodate the extra passenger space by having the bodymore elevated from the ground. The only thing blocking ours is the extra engines.”

“There are so many things wrong with what you just said, it’s hilarious honestly. But you have a good time figuring it out.” Erik gets up to leave.

“Oh actually, if you have space in your schedule, we need you to help with this one. I really wanna get the ball rolling on this so we can be prepared to roll out by next spring at the latest.”

“Why the fuck would I work on something that ain’t my damn idea? Your boy said it, let him handle it. I don’t need no credit for this.”

Edward scoffs. “That’s fine. You can do the work and get none of the credit. How’s that?”

“What?”

He pats Erik’s shoulder. “We have a father son golf tournament we wanna get some practice in for anyhow. Erik, I trust you. You’re my most senior person in this department, and at your age, that is incredible. I’d love to see you running this place one day, but to do that, you have-”

“I don’t like sports, I don’t do teams, and the only player I am has nothing to do with this company.”

Edward smiles amused at Erik’s tenacity. “That is good! I love that enthusiasm. So I need something, anything crossing my office floor by month’s end or you know, we’ll talk.”

“That’s some bullshit, you know it.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I did get you some help to soften the blow. They should be waiting in your office.”

Erik rolls his eyes. If he has to see one more white person giving him orders, he was gonna make the 5 o’clock news in no time. He makes his way down the hall and around the corner to trudge his way to his office, checking his pockets for his phone. He sees a text from Kimara and starts to open it as he walks in.

“Well how you, handsome?”

Erik’s feet make tracks on the tiles as he screeches to a halt. Looking up he starts to turn warm, eyes widening as he catches a glimpse of a familiar figure.

“My, my. I guess you do recognize me. I’m a lot different outside my work clothes.” She says, rubbing the back of her neck as she clutches her leather satchel. She does look a lot different than their first encounter, but the curves can’t hide under her tailor navy blazer with gold piping along the collar and sides, with matching pencil skirt to boot. The only thing that didn’t change is the heels, that had to be flirting with workplace dress code etiquette for height.

Erik tucks his phone in his pocket. “Uh, you, uh…Chanel, right?”

She rolls her eyes, fighting an embarrassed smile. “Whatever I told you that night was a lie. I never tell dudes I barely know my real name. It’s Alaina.”

Erik walks across the way offering a hand. “You didn’t seem too bothered with me being a stranger though.”

She shakes his hand firmly, still smiling slyly. “Well, that was then. And I was off the clock. I can’t be held responsible for what happens after hours.”

“Mhm, if I wasn’t with my boy, you would’ve given me some trouble. That wasn’t a meat market ma’am, I wasn’t lookin to cut either.”

She raises her hands. “Hey, I get it. Especially now. You have my word I will behave myself. God blockedt it!”

Erik takes a seat behind his desk as Alaina sits in the chair across from him. “So you are the secret weapon to getting this bullshit idea off the ground, huh?”

Alaina shrugs. “I’m here to get a paycheck and possibly a promotion. I’m here on contract, I gotta make my moves while I can.”

“Ok, that’s cool. It’s funny how he got all the Black folks working this together for him, but I won’t get into that today.”

She rubs her forehead. “Please, refrain. I don’t need a lecture on corporate politics from Brother Erik today.”

Erik chuckles, impressed with her wittiness. Chanel, or Alaina, was more than just a fat ass in some FashionNova, but a brain on top to boot.

“You right Listen, Edward got you here close to my clock out time, so I was gonna go to my bar spot up the street, let off some steam.”

“The Magnolia? Ooh, I love their martinis at happy hour!”

“And it just started too.” Erik pulls out his keys and gets up to leave. “So that’s where I’m headed. We can pick this up tomorrow, if you not up for martinis.”

“When am I not up for a martini, is the real question. One drink can’t hurt, I’ll treat you. And don’t worry about what I said earlier. I’ll be on my best behavior after hours too.”

Kimara comes home to the house dark and empty yet again. Erik has been taking a lot of time to work after hours and it’s been killing her vibe lately. When she comes home from the studio, she’d love to see her man welcome her home, but he hasn’t been available.

Phone calls from the fertility specialist urging her to start considering IVF as an option is stressing her out. Erik isn’t getting the calls, nor is he there when they come. The most he can give is a hurried, ‘oh what’d they say? What you wanna do then? Look I gotta go!’

Kimara was not keen on even thinking about trying to get fertility treatments yet. One day she invited Lia over, a friend she’s gained from her recent sessions at the studio.

Over a bottle of wine and junk food, Kimara opened up about her situation as of lately. It’s hard to avoid as a topic since it’s been consuming her all this time.

“Sheesh, it’s been that long?” She exclaims taking a strong sip of her glass.

Kimara nods emphatically. “I wish I was lying but yeah. We are closing in on a year pretty soon, and I’m not getting any younger, so I may have to look into this pretty soon. It’s not like we are having a whole lot of sex these days anyway. He’s at work constantly.”

“Girl, fix that ASAP! Nothing makes me more jaded than not busting one every so often.”

“No one said I wasn’t busting, I would like to have my man in on it too, every once in a while. I need a new charge cord for my shit now!”

Lia guffaws. “So who’s ignoring who though in this situation? I know he can’t resist our fine ass.”

Kimara scratches her head. “Well…”

“Oh! Now we don’t have much to say!”

“I mean! He comes in late as hell. I’m in my bonnet, got on my mask, knee deep in Blue Bell watching my shows when he comes in. By the time I’m in bed and he takes a shower, he tries to get handsy. But I don’t wanna just be devoured and tossed aside, I want some damn communication!”

“Well at least you know he wants it still.”

“Yeah yeah, but when I call him on the bullshit he turns his ass back over real quick. He won’t talk to me and I’m getting so damn tired of trying.”

Lia looks at her phone. “Shit, I gotta go girl. The sitter won’t hesitate to charge me extra for being late. But girl, just take some deep breaths.”

Kimara does. “Will air give me a baby and my hot and horny relationship back?”

“No but it’ll give some blood flow to that crowded ass brain of yours so you don't get to talking foolish.”

Kimara hugs her and walks her out the door when she sees some headlights pull into the driveway. Lia looks back.

“Be nice, but stand your ground.” She winks before walking on, waving wildly at Erik’s car. He waves back nonchalantly as he walks in after you.

“Who was that?” Erik asks.

“A friend from the studio. Just keeping me company.” You say, discarding you glasses.

Erik tosses his keys on the counter, taking his shoes off.

“You want something to eat?” You ask at the kitchen sink.

“Nah, you good. I already ate.”

“This late? So work came with dinner today?”

“You could say that.” Erik sas in a monotone as he takes his jacket off.

Kimara stans there tapping her foot impatiently. “Well, what do you say?”

“...you forgot to clean the dishes again?”

“Erik!”

He laughs. “I’m just kidding! Damn, how’s your day? Love you. Thanks for everything. I’m takin a shower.”He kisses a fuming Kimara quickly sensing his job being done.

Erik heads upstairs to the master bathroom as she loads the dishwasher, which has become like a part time job for her. Erik used to try and pull doing the ‘traditional’ household tasks mess on her. But Kimara snapped him up quick with some facts, ultimatums, and peppered threats to get her point across that that was not how things would go down. But he’s fallen off the wagon this month. Kimara sets the washer on and rinses her hands with fury before bounding up stairs. She hears the water running and open the door. Erik’s silhouette is frosted and murky behind the foggy glass of the shower door. The scent of his body wash fills her nostrils, lighting up her senses. Kimara loves the soap he uses and can’t resist when he’s cleaned up to get him dirty all over again. But like she told Lia, she hasn’t been in the mood as of late he didn’t earn that ass yet.

Kimara sits on the toilet lid. “Erik, what’s been going on?”

Erik opens the door a crack and peeks his head out, sudsy bubbles speckle his skin as he grins. “Yo, what’s it look like I’m doin? You tryna join me?”

She shakes her head. “I wanna know where my husband has been spending his time.”

Erik’s smile fades as he closes the door again talking over the water. “I haven’t done nothing but work. And trust me, I don’t like it no more than you.”

Kimara makes face of frustration. “So what changed? This isn’t normal for you still.”

“I mean...there’s nothing to talk about now, but I got this project on my head that had a strict deadline and me and this partner have just been…..you know, hammering it out.”

Kimara sighs. “It’s not the same not having you here. I don’t like it, it’s not fair to me.”

Erik shuts off the shower, getting out with his body glistening wet and clean, grabbing a towel across the way to dry off. “I ain’t no fan either, but I’m tryna do some big things here that will hopefully make some history and that takes a lotta time and energy.”

“So does a relationship! I been having dinner by myself, sleeping by myself. I get calls from the doctor asking for us when there is no US to consider.”

Erik peaks from behind the towel on his face. “Hey hey! We still us, don’t trip! Like I said, I-”

“BUSY! Sure Erik, whatever fits your conscience. This project better have a break time, cuz WE have things to do too, remember? So you and your boy, whoever your project partner is are gonna have to work something out.”

Erik wraps his towel around his waist before kneeling in front of Kimara. “I know you think I forgot but I haven’t.”

Kimara’s eyes shift from him. “What?”

Erik smirks. “Now you gonna hurt my feelings if you forgot. Tomorrow…..our anniversary?”

Kimara tears well up instantly. Of course she thought he had forgotten. He hasn’t said a damn thing leading up to today, what else would she think.

“I don’t want you crying on the happiest day of my life, you hear me? We in that year three, third times the charm right?”

Kimara really starts to ugly cry now. “Why you makin me cry if you don’t want me too?”

Erik kisses her hands. “You are my life. My one, my baby. One thing we learned together no matter how far I go, we come back together as one, you know?”

Kimara sniffles, leaning her forehead against Erik’s thinking over their years together. That statement didn’t always ring true to her, but in a small way he has been right.

“No decision I make goes without thinking of you, our family. I got us reservations tomorrow, and tickets to that comic you love on the Boulevard. We got the whole day to do what we wanna do, don’t trip.”

“Don’t scare me like this.” Kimara says with an exhausted tone. “Even for surprises, don’t.”

Erik’s eyes met hers. “Nothing is keeping me from you. Tomorrow let’s make that appointment with the doctor too. I’m feeling pretty lucky right now, we are gonna get our shot.”

“You feelin lucky to get lucky?” Kimara says stifling a laugh.

Erik pulls her closer to him by her hips. “No lottery better in the world.”

They kissed sweetly at first, feeling a familiar urge that makes her legs tighten up. Kimara pulls away first. “I thought about something you said though before, about a different doctor. My friend knows a fertility specialist that may be worth looking into, maybe we can them next.”

Erik nods, looking lost in her face, running his thumb along her cheek. “Sure, I’m up for whatever.”

“Also, while you been busy, I’ve been looking at spots for a vacation. I’m; narrowing it down to the DR, PR, Turks and Caicos, or Belize.”

Erik buries his face in her chest, kissing the softness of her skin. “I trust your judgement.”

Kimara defends herself against his ticklish lips. “But I want your opinion too! And since things been going good with T’Challa and his lady, they should join us officially. We can have dinner with them next week to get acquainted and start talking about it.”

“Ok! You gonna help me cook?”

Erik scoffs. “Who said that? We cookin now? Why don’t we do like them damn Koreans and just say bring your meat and here’s the stove. Ge to it!”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m am so sick and damn tired of that smart mouth of yours.”

He cocks an eyebrow, giving your thighs a squeeze. “It knows what to do when you need it to.”

“Oh?”

They smile into each others mouth as their lips come together in an embrace. Kimara’s hands play in Erik’s locs, carefully rubbing his scalp as he moans under the sensation. Her knees rub around him causing his towel to fall.

Erik picks her up, kissing at her neck with neediness. “I know you not tryna fuck on this toilet?”

Kimara sighs erotically rolling her head back to take in his mouth. “Like I give a shit where I get it right now…”

Eight Years Ago

Kimara sits in the studio after hours, playing around with the keys on a keyboard. The day was done but she had plans to meet with someone so she was just biding her time. In the distance she could hear the bells jingle on the front door of the studio as someone walks in. She checks her phone for an ‘on the way’ text but there is none, and curses herself for forgetting to lock the door.

She slowly comes out from the back room. “Uh, sorry but we’re clo-”

The jean jacket he loves, little locs bound atop his head, and a pair of broad shoulders hunched looking through framed photos of musicians spanning decades in a display case told Kimara all she needed to know for identification. Her heart lurches into her throat, cutting off her breath to produce sound as Erik slowly turns to look at her.

“Wassup?” He says with a casual grin.

“H-hey. How did you-”

“Find you?” She shakes his head looking back at the photos. “It ain’t that hard to figure out. Not as hard as getting to Wakanda to see me I guess.”

Kimara folds her arms walking slowly towards him. “Erik, I couldn’t go all the way over there. For what? Your cousin told me you were safe, and frankly that’s all I was worried about.”

He nods, turning to face you with his hands in his pockets. You take a deep breath looking him over. Still as big as ever, and looking good to have gone through and done all T’Challa told her happened in Wakanda. And in a small way his eyes seemed different and familiar, not like the night he left. But like the friend she once knew.

“I’m glad he filled you in on that. Yeah, it took a lotta counselling with my demons, but...I figured out what I needed to let go and change for the better.”

“Good. I’m glad, really.” Silence comes between the both of them. Him just standing there looking at Kimara made her feel shy all of a sudden. She thought about this day often: what she would say or do if she caught him out here after all he put her through on her own. But now that spirit just isn’t in her. She felt stagnate, like her whole system shut down and is preparing for a reboot.

“How have you been?” He asks, scratching his beard humbly as his eyes drop a second from her face. “You look nice by the way.”

Kimara shrugs. “I haven’t been up to much recently. I teach music to school kids and...since you found me here maybe you heard I do backup for artists sometimes.”

Erik shakes his head. “Nah, I hadn’t heard that actually. Congratulations! You deserve that, your talent is outta this world, Mara.”

She gives him a weak smile. “And we’re closed now,so I mean if you want to meet up another time, I gotta-”

“Did you miss me?” Erik asks.

Kimara stammers. “Uh…”

Erik leans on the case hanging his head low. “I know I shouldn’t have come by your place that night. I don’t know what has gotten into me but I promise you I hadn’t planned for any of it.”

“I know that now. You came to me confused and left me just as such. I thought you were staying with me.”

“I know, and I was. I just wasn’t ready-”

“To be a man? To be grown enough to take responsibility head on?”

Erik shrugs looking slightly bewildered. “Possibly, I don’t know! I didn’t want to hurt you and leave you without me seeing you one more time but that night made it even harder for me to want to go.”

“Then why did you? Why did my body become your test of ‘should I stay or should I go?’ You were planning to leave regardless, you just said! So why weren’t you upfront with me?!”

“Because I love you and didn’t want you to get hurt!”

“But you hurt me Erik! You did! You came over feeling big and bold, I softened you up but a minute before you peaced out on me. Like that shit didn’t matter? Like that’s even something we did before.”

Erik’s eye hang low. “I didn’t mean for the first to be the last.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the sex Erik. I was just another in a line of females you wouldn’t look twice at. You ain’t my first to do that, I don’t give a shit. But if you weren’t interested in being my man, you could’ve at least been my friend and thought for one second how leaving to do a homicide suicide mission with who knows and where and leaving me high and dry! I was a MESS! I was inconsolable, Erik we practically grew up together and you just that easily forgot what all that shit meant?”

Erik shakes his head emphatically, walking slowly over to her with outstretched hands. “Mara I’m sorry.”

Kimara gulps for air between sobs, feeling herself go weak. “No! Don’t do that. I’m sick of you.”

Erik wipes his face eyes turning red, looking sorrowful. “I been sick of my damn self.”

Kimara grabs Erik by the collar of his jacket. “I’m so sick of you bringing this tye of shit outta me. I was over you, I swear I was.”

Erik’s arms wrap around Kimara tightly as she burrows her face into his chest. They shake with emotion together, swaying side to side and letting go on one another. Kimara hugs Erik as tightly as she can, feeling rubbing his back, caressing his head to make sure he isn’t a dream. But it’s real. Erik’s hads travel the length of your back before finding either side of your face to pull your gaze to his.

“I won’t put that pressure on you again. I’m not leaving your side either. I don’t even care if you got a nigga, I got your back when he fuck up.”

Kimara makes a noise that’s a combo of a sob and a laugh while holding the back of his hands in his. “You still a damn fool.”

When Erik’s eyes meet Kimara’s, there’s an energy that kept accelerating, building between the two of them. It was tortuous, almost irritating how lonely her lips felt when she looked at his, and Erik definitely felt the same.

God’s hand seemed to keep twirling around their heads, bringing them closer bit by bit until their mouths met. Kimara’s body felt like a whole piece again once connected with his. She had found a peaceful existence without him but she had no clue she missed him so much until he was right in front of him.

When they parted for air Kimara rested her forehead on his chin. “Erik, I can’t just jump into this. I’m still not there.”

Erik pats her head gently. “Mara, I ain’t worried bout that. You here, I’m here. I don’t need nothing else. Imma work on my situation, get myself stable. And you just live your life like you was. Just this time you can call me. For whatever.”

Kimara hugs Erik tightly, breathing him in when she feels a vibration in her back pocket.

“Sorry, hang on.” Kimara reaches for it, looking to see T’Challa’s name flashing as an incoming call. She declines it, texting him back to cancel their night together.

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chickaannnwrites · 4 years

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The flower that blooms in my heart

Chapter 2

Hello luvs! sorry this took too long. This is quite long so enjoy! Cheers!

October 26. Kuroo was excited to start this day. It was his first day being a flower shop owner. He recently moved to an apartment next door prior to his first day. He was a free 27 year old man ready to mingle. He had the most awesome hairstyle and the thickest black hair in the street. He was tall, quite handsome, and had a dominant demeanor before him. He was always misjudged because of his looks but he just let out a gentle smile and giggled when he found himself in that situation.

7 days before, he met Nekomata-sensei, his past Botany Teacher, in his shop. Kuroo was checking the shop before Nekomata could hand it over to him. Kuroo found the place perfect. It was a simple glass shop in the middle of a busy city. The rose among the thornsThe door was glass to and the place had white and brown paints. Nekomata-sensei could not believe that his brightest former student was ready to buy his shop. Kuroo majored in Botany in College and was the valedictorian of their class.

Nekomata-sensei: So Kuroo, what made you quit your job as a researcher in our university?

Kuroo: Well sensei, I originally wanted to be a florist since I was a kid.

Nekomata questioned seriously.

He let out a smile to Nekomata.

Kuroo was a plant nerd since he was a kid. He was different from the other kids his age but was never bullied because of his stature. He originally wanted to study plants in college so he took botany. He was offered a job at the university he was in as a researcher and a professor but eventually he quit because he was bored and tired of the job.

Kuroo: I want a simple life you know? I want to sell plants with a smile on my face that make people happy whatever the occasion is.

Kuroo looked at the plants.

Nekomata-sensei: Wow you’re really on another level, my child. Well here is the lease for the building. It may take about 6 days to process so you can start working here on the 26th. Flower and plant delivery takes place at 6 am everyday. Be sure to open up before that time. There are a lot of regulars at 6:30 am so be sure to cater them.

Nekomata wrote the reminders down at a piece of paper.

Kuroo: Aye aye sensei!

Kuroo saluted. Nekomata laughed at him.

Nekomata-sensei: Where is the rest of the squad by the way?

Kuroo had 3 smart friends that Nekomata also liked when they were at the university. Bokuto, Akaashi, and Tsukishima.

Kuroo: Oh Bokuto works at a university on the other side of the town. Akaashi is working at a hospital. Tsukishima works for a Publishing Company that helps publish research and science stuff. Oh and Bokuto and Akaashi finally tied the knot so that’s maybe new for you.

Kuroo scratched the back of his head

Nekomata: Well they were always together the most on campus so I’m not shocked.

Sensei giggled and smiled.

Kuroo: Yeah they were. I’ll be here on the 26th to start my first day. I won’t disappoint you sensei!

Kuroo determined and confident

Sensei: I’m sure you will, my child.

Sensei let out a big smile and waved his hands goodbye to Kuroo as he went out.

Kuroo went out of the shop at 8:16 am. He was starstruck as he passed a man in his 20s with a corporate attire look. Kuroo’s eyes were shining from amusement. The man had a suitcase. He had a small face and looked soft. His hair was one of the most dazzling things he had ever seen. A long black hair tied in the back with yellow strands. He was amused for a second, his face went pink and felt his pulse faster. His heart was beating so fast. He had never felt this way before. Before he could turn around, the man already disappeared into the flower shop and chatted with Nekomata. Kuroo was sure he was a regular there. He was motivated to move already. He went back to reality and smiled. “Time to look for an apartment”, Kuroo told himself.

Kuroo saw an apartment complex next to the shop. The price was convenient and it was beside his future shop so he took it. He asked for a room and they said a room was available on the second floor. He took it and signed a lease. He was to move on the 25th. He texted the squad.

[9:17 am] Kuroo: Hey, I just rented an apartment and bought the flower shop of Nekomata-sensei.

[9:18 am] Tsukishima: Wow you are rich. Are we invited for the housewarming party?

[9:18 am] Bokuto: NICE Kuroo! You finally got a hold of your dreams

[9:19 am] Akaashi: That’s nice Kuroo! Where is it located?

[9:20 am] Kuroo: It’s beside sensei’s flower shop, Akaashi. You guys should come to my housewarming party at 7 pm on the 25th. I’ll be at room 204 waiting with dinner and snacks. I’ll be expecting you guys!

[9:20 am] Akaashi: Yes Sir. Bokuto and I will be there. We’ll bring some gifts.

[9:21 am] Tsukishima: Expect me to be there too! I’ll eat your food.

[9:21 am] Bokuto: I won’t lose to you Tsukki!

[9:21 am] Tsukishima: Bring it on!

[9:22 am] Kuroo: Looks like I’m gonna need a lot of food to buy.

The 25th came and Kuroo was ready to move. He had rented a moving truck to put his things on. He will definitely miss his apartment. He had been living there since the 1st year of his college. It was near the university he went to and worked at. It left memories of the squad but Kuroo was grateful and not emotional. He made a bow and left.

He was very excited to move. It was a new chapter of his life. They safely arrived at the apartment and moved his things to the second floor. He was riding his car with the moving truck behind him. It was a very long process and it was tiring. They eventually finished at 4 pm. They started moving at 2 pm. Kuroo did his best to arrange the living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom.

He had less than 3 hours to clean and arrange before the squad arrived when a knock flinched and surprised Kuroo. Kuroo went to the door and opened it. It was a neighbor. The neighbor had grey hair and shiny hazel eyes. He was holding a small cake that spelled “Welcome”.

Sugawara: Hello neighbor! Seems like you’re new. I’m Sugawara Koshi from the 5th floor. I saw you moving things earlier and wanted to welcome you by baking a cake.

Suga let out a shiny big smile to Kuroo.

Kuroo was shocked.

Kuroo: Hello Sugawara-san! I’m Kuroo Tetsurou! Thanks for the cake! I’m so happy to be your neighbor. You can call me Kuroo.

Kuroo’s voice was soft and welcoming.

Suga: Stop with the honorifics. Suga is fine. Here take this. If you ever need to borrow some things, don’t be afraid to stop by at 402.

Suga was smiling even more.

Kuroo: Oh thank you so much Suga. Will visit you then. Thank you again!

Kuroo received the cake that Suga had given him. It was a perfect dessert for the party later.

Kuroo entered and closed the door. He continued on arranging. He eventually stopped and went for a grocery run. There was a supermarket nearby. He bought food and ingredients and drinks. He decided to have a korean bbq party and bought a lot of meat, soju and beer. His friends arrived and they had a great time grilling meat. Bokuto and Akaashi brought a bottle of wine and a moon lamp as gifts. Tsukishima brought a cat stuff toy and a tea set.

They had fun all night talking about their college, Tsukishima’s crush which is his Editor-in-Chief Yamaguchi, and Kuroo’s new shop. It was a fun night and they eventually said their goodbyes. Bokuto was drunk and full so Akaashi had a hard time bringing him to their car. Tsukishima didn't drink a lot. He took 1 shot and that’s it. He went home smoothly. Kuroo was left alone in his apartment again and had to clean up. He was very tired but he was excited for tomorrow.

After he cleaned, he went to take a shower. It was already 10 pm. He immediately got to bed and slept deeply.

The morning came and his alarm snoozed. It was 5:30 am. He had 30 minutes before the plants were delivered. He brewed some black tea from Tsukishima’s tea set and drank it. He also toasted some bread. He took a shower and dressed up to a nice friendly suit. He immediately went down and got to the shop. He opened it and smelled the earthy essence that was lingering the shop.

The delivery arrived and Kuroo was able to receive it. Some people arrived after the delivery and Kuroo was a little anxious but he was so cool. Nekomata was right, there were a lot of regulars in the morning. They asked who he was and exchanged names. Kuroo had met a lot of nice people in the morning. He was really happy.

At almost 9 am, there were a lot of people that went into the shop and bought some plants. The joy in his face was enough to ignore the fact that he was so tired from last night’s party. He was alone for a moment when he thought about the man he met last week. He blushed and sobered up again and told himself “This is not the time to think about him, Kuroo”.

As he said that, there was someone coming inside of the store. Kuroo was not mistaken. It was him. The long black hair tied in the back with yellow strands, the small and soft look of his face. It was him. Kuroo’s pulse was definitely becoming faster. His heart was beating like crazy. As the man looked around the shop, Kuroo muttered some words.

"Good Morning! What would you like to buy?", Kuroo said with a smile on his face hiding his blush.

The man was coming towards Kuroo. Kuroo felt his heart was going to explode. The man came to the counter and asked.

"Hello. Where is Nekomata-sensei?"

Kuroo immediately answered.

"Oh Nekomata-sensei sold the shop to me. I'm Kuroo Testsurou, the new shop owner. Nice to meet you!"

Kuroo thought he was so lame. With that, Kuroo didn’t know that his life was about to change.

#kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kenma #kozume kenma #kurooken #sugawara koushi #haikyuu sugawara

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taterztots · 5 years

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Y’all remember that pic of my agenda I posted a bit ago? Here’s an update.

Wednesday was my daughter’s first-ever school trip. They went to the Please Touch Museum, which is a Children’s Museum that, as the name suggests, encourages kids to touch and play with the exhibits. We’ve been a couple of times both as a family and in other past school trips with my son (their school goes every year), the place is huge and lots of fun, but also tiring. Lol. After the trip, once we got back to school and took a breather, we went to the barbershop because my son had an appointment to get his haircut. Then we got back home, took showers, changed and went to see Frozen II. It was good.

Thursday was Thanksgiving day so, yeah. Running around getting everything and everyone ready, going to my mom’s house to stuff our faces, then going to my husband’s sister’s house to stuff our faces some more. It was way past midnight when we got back home.

Today, Friday, we just kinda chilled for a bit. We all had the itis. But we already had plans so for dinner we went to a Korean hot pot and bbq place. Holy Shih Tzu, we ate so much good food. It’s safe to say those pounds I had lost are now back in my body.

And tomorrow, we will be going to my nephew’s house to meet the newest member of our family. A beautiful baby girl named Aurora that I'm just so excited to spoil the heck out of. And yes that makes me a great aunt now.

I don't know exactly what we’re doing afterward, but I want to start decorating for Christmas so probably that.

Sunday’s are for cleaning in a Hispanic household.

So yea. That’s been my week. Still, haven’t finished that one last prompt (what I'm working with right now it’s sad and I don’t want it to be sad so I’m still fighting it), and also, still trying to polish my Portuguese.

Hopefully, next week will be less chaotic and I can sit down and actually create something I'm happy with.

Isso é tudo, boa noite!

#update #bout me #Portuguese is fun #into the unknown has been stuck in my head all day

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svtmatokis · 6 years

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Mingyu OfficeAu! P2

So late..so so late....I am so sorry! I hit a writers block with this so this may be more of a filler chapter then anything but I swear the good stuff is coming in the next chapter ;) Thanks for your patience and support guys and for those who celebrate it, I hope you had a good Lunar New Year! ^_^

Plot: You’ve transferred to the Korean division of your company as a high ranking associate but no one but those you have previously worked with know how high you ranked since you’re a firm believer of working your way to the top. Focusing on your career, dating never crossed your mind. That is..until you meet Kim Mingyu, the tall dark and handsome associate who too has never dated but is fairly popular with the girls. Will the two of you end up together? Or will work get in the way again?

Part: 1 - 2

Genre: Fluff kindda boring?

Words: 3961

Pairing: Reader x Mingyu

You team had taken you to a restaurant within walking distance from the office and you got to know more about everyone and by the end of the day, you had a slight grasp on who was close with who and was curious to see how the dynamic would change now that you were here.

As promised, you and Jun were waiting for Minghao who was finishing a report for Jihoon and Kyulkyung who was currently closing up with her team.

“Gosh, I say 5pm and we’re the only ones on time.” Jun said looking at his watch with a roll of his eyes making you giggle.

“You know how Kyulkyung can be. Apparently a few of her teammates have been causing trouble and you know how she reacts to things like that.” you said as Jun gave you a sideways glare.

“The same way you do?” he asked and you gave him an innocent smile.

“Well, we are best friends for a reason…” you explained as you spotted Kyulkyung walking towards you with an annoyed look on her face which relaxed once she saw you and Jun. “And I assume alcohol will be involved tonight?”

“Of course.” Jun answered.

“Good cause I’m going to need it.” Kyulkyung said joining the conversation.

“Rough day?” you asked empathetically.

“”Interns.” she said with a roll of her eyes. “But, I am off work mode now and we are going to get some good food.” she looked around. “Where’s Hao?”

“Over there” Jun pointed in the direction Minghao was coming from with Mingyu and Wonwoo. “Dude, you’re the last one to arrive. That means you buy the first round.”

Minghao shrugged, “I’m fine with that.” he then turned to Mingyu and Wonwoo. “We’ll see you tomorrow.” he said and the two nodded their heads in unison.

“Have a good night Y/N, it was nice meeting you today.” Wonwoo said with a wave.

“You too” you responded with a smile, “Enjoy your evening.”

“ I hope you enjoyed your first day Y/N.” Mingyu said with a smile, “Let’s have lunch sometime. I’ll see you tomorrow.” with a wave, he went to catch up with Wonwoo who was waiting by the door.

Minghao and Jun just stared after Mingyu in slight shock.

“Well he was never great with words.” Minghao muttered.

“But he is also known to be quite straight forward.” Jun added and the two looked at each other.

“He’s screwed.” they said in unison.

You watched as the two boys exited the building as Kyulkyung scoffed next to you.

“Office Casanova right?” you asked and the three others chimed together.

“Bingo.”

“Just like Yanan, goooot it” you sang, “Let’s go, I’m so hungry, I could eat a horse.”

“You weren’t saying that on our way back from lunch.” Jun sang as you punched his arm making him laugh.

Behind you, three girls stood on the side as they witnessed the whole interaction.

“Who’s the new girl?” one of them asked.

“I heard from Chan that she’s a transfer from the China office. They fired that girl on Joshua’s team and they put in a transfer request.” the other said. “Probably someone the China office just wants to get rid of.”

“I don’t know Mina...she seems close with our Team lead…” the last girl said with uncertainty. “And she was with the other China office transfers…”

“They’re probably just taking her out as a courtesy or something. She is Junhuis team and I bet you by tomorrow, she’ll just be another employee.” the first girl said crossing her arms.

“Don’t worry Nayeon, I doubt she’d be a threat to you and Mingyu.” Mina said smirking at her friend.

“What threat?” Dahyun asked, “Since when was there a you and Mingyu? He flirts with like half the female population of the office.”

“He’s just playing hard to get” Nayeon said with a flick of her hair, “It’s only a matter of time till he asks me out.”

“Yah, if Kyulkyung doesn’t kill him first.” Dahyun muttered with a roll of her eyes.

Meanwhile, you, Jun, Minghao and Kyulkyung were at their favorite BBQ restaurant discussing your next steps.

“Wait, so you didn’t get the S.A (Senior associate) position that was posted a while back?” Jun asked in shock, “I was sure you were a shoe in for the position.”

You shrugged your shoulders and took a shot of Soju, “I guess management preferred Yanan. Plus, he deserved it with all the extra hours he put in towards the end. It’s fine though, I’m alot happier where I am now.” you said with a smile looking at your three friends.

“We’re happy to have the fourth musketeer here.” Minghao said with a nod pouring you another shot and rose his own glass, “To Y/N.”

“To Y/N” the other two chorused and the night ended with a few bottles of Soju and the four of you at your apartment discussing your next steps.

“Well, furniture shopping is a big thing..” you said looking around your empty home..

“That’s fine, I’m sure you already have an idea of what you want right?” Minghao asked and you nodded, “Why don’t we go shopping over the next few days and Jun and I can round up a few of the guys to help build it this weekend?”he suggested and you all looked at each other.

“It sounds like a solid plan.” Jun said with a nod, “Girls?”

You looked at Kyulkyung and she shrugged her shoulders, “We’ll barely have to do any heavy lifting and the guys on your floor are all good friends so I doubt it’d be hard to round some people up.”

You looked at the two boys, “Let’s do it. I’ll leave the organization outside of my apartment to you then Hao. Thanks.” you grinned.

“We weren’t as close back then but I hope that can change now.” he said with a nod and you agreed fully.

The next day Mingyu was in his usual spot in the breakroom surrounded by a group of girls. He was talking to Nayeon about a recent project when you walked into the room towards Joshua with Jun at your side. It was obvious that his attention was no longer on the conversation with Nayeon and was only half paying attention to what she was saying while most of his attention was now on your conversation with Joshua.

“Thank you so much for letting us use your car tonight Josh. I really appreciate it.” you said as you shook his hand. “I’m still trying to figure out the whole car thing so this is a really big help.”

“It’s all good. I gotta take care of my teammates you know.” he said shooting you a wink, “Plus my only condition was that I drive, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” you said with a smile, “The more the merrier.”

At the last statement Mingyu’s ears perked up and he abruptly ended his conversation with Nayeon and made his way over to your group.

“We’ll get what we can tonight and have the rest delivered for the weekend.” Jun said, “Kyulkyung said she can’t make it tonight and Minghao’s cars’ in the shop so we’re down a few drivers.”

That was Mingyu’s cue, “I can drive.” he said as all heads turned on him.

Jun raised his eyebrow, “You don’t even know what we’re doing.”

Mingyu shrugged his shoulders, “I’m free tonight and you just said you’re down a few drivers. I can drive for whatever it is.”

“Great you can drive Y/N and Jun and I can ride with Joshua.” Minghao said coming out of nowhere. “That way, we can fold the backseat and the passenger seat behind Joshua down.”

Mingyu sent a thankful look to Minghao as the latter winked at him.

Everyone looked at you as you shrugged your shoulders, “Sure, I don’t mind.”

“Plans set, now everyone get to work.” Joshua said clapping his hands shooing everyone off to their respective places.

At the end of the day, Mingyu was making his way to your desk as Nayeon cut him off with a tap of his shoulder.

“Hey Nayeon, what’s up?”

“Oh, umm..I was assigned this new project and I was hoping to get your insight on it. It looks like something that’s more down your alley so I was wondering if you’d like go for coffee or something to discuss..” she said nervously holding the folder in her hands while she looked down. It took a lot of courage for her to do this but frowned when Mingyu shook his head.

“Sorry, I have plans tonight but I’m sure Kyulkyung could give you a hand. She’s your team lead right?” he suggested before nodding his head, “Have a good night.” And at that, he continued to make his way over to where you were packing up your laptop.

“Hey Y/N,” he said causing you to look up at him with a smile that almost stopped his heart. “Are you almost ready to go? Joshua said something about finishing a report…”

“Hey Mingyu, just on time. Thank you so much for waiting.” you said gratefully. After lunch a client had sent in an urgent request which caused you to write a report which took you longer than you intended. Joshua, Jun and Minghao left earlier since they would hit rush hour traffic anyways and you agreed to call them when you arrived.

Joshua had relayed the message to Mingyu who was more than happy to wait since it allowed him time to finish his own reports.

“It’s no problem at all. I had some work to finish so the timing was perfect.” he responded instinctively grabbing your coat from behind your chair was you finish zipping up your purse.

“What a gentleman.” you said giggling sliding your arms into the sleeves. Grabbing your purse (Mingyu already had your laptop bag in his hands) the two of you made your way to the elevator.

Nayeon stood fuming from her spot as she Mingyu happily converse with you. She had waited a long time to get Mingyu’s attention and she was sure that things were going in the right direction. That was until you showed up the day before and suddenly you were the new apple of Mingyu’s eye. She was sure it was just a phase, Mingyu was just showing interest in the new girl because she was interesting but a plain jane like her couldn’t be all that interesting could she?

Throughout the drive, you found out that Mingyu wasn’t so bad. Not like you ever had that thought in the first place considering all the good things you’ve heard from your teammates. You also knew that he and Minghao were really close friends and Minghao wasn’t one to let just anyone in.

Furniture shopping went well and you were happy you didn’t have to do any heavy lifting and by within two hours, you were able to get everything you needed including a few decorative necessities. After packing things into the car, you all decided that shopping had worn you out and that it was time for dinner.

“No way! You were up for an S.A position but they gave it to Yanan instead?” Mingyu asked as the two of you approached the table everyone else was at. The two of you hit some traffic (more like Mingyu drove a little bit slower) so you arrived later than everyone else.

“He deserved it.” you responded, “One of the hardest working guys I know.”

“You told him about the almost promotion?” Minghao asked and you nodded.

“What almost promotion?” Joshua asked confused.

“Y/N here was up for an S.A position prior to her transfer.” Jun said and you shot him a look. “What? It’s not like a big secret now that Mingyu knows.”

“You were up for an S.A position?” Joshua asked as a look of realization dawned on his face, “That means…”

“The China office was nice enough to replace your Tier3 associate with a Tier 1 associate.” Jun confirmed with nod. “Aren’t we lucky?”

“That must be why Jihoon wants her to transfer to our team so badly.” Minghao said with a smirk. “I overheard him muttering to himself again.”

“Wait...you said you started around the same time Jun did before he transferred over. But he’s still a Tier 2…�� Joshua said confused. “How did you become a Tier 1 so quickly?”

“We did start at the same time but as it was expanding into other regions, they gave certain Tier 3 associates an opportunity to show what they had. We were given two options, we could either take a training program to work with the opening of the new offices and by the end of the course, be promoted to Tier 2 so we could mentor other Tier 2 associates in the new offices” you responded.

“Like, Jun and Minghao. “ Mingyu stated. He was enjoying the conversation and was glad that he wasnt wrong when his gut told him that you were an interesting person. Someone he wanted to get to know more.

“Yep” you nodded, “The other option was to take a training program that fast tracks us to Tier 1 associates. There were two openings and we had to fill in an application. Hardest six weeks of my life but at the end of the day, totally worth it.” you finished with a smile.

“The course got you a Tier 2 promotion so it wasn’t like those who applied lost anything but the Tier 1 promotion was the money spot. It wasn’t mandatory obviously but Y/N and I always had a work hard play later attitude.” Jun continued and gave you a nudge, “Pays off in the end doesnt it?”

“So you obviously got one of the two spots” Joshua said, “Who was the other?”

“Yanan” you, Jun and Minghao all said simultaneously.

“You two kind of pushed each other towards it if I recall…” Minghao stated, “You two are almost as close as you and Jun so it didn’t make sense when you said he had no idea of you transfer…” he shot you a look.

“The transfer literally happened yesterday Hao.” you said giggling. “It was sudden and then Yanan got promoted so we haven’t had the time to really touch base.”

“I heard from Cheol that there’s going to be a regional office meeting here in a few months time . Ask him if he’s attending and I’ll clear your schedule for a day to chill.” Joshua said with a smile.

“Thanks.” you said with a small smile.

By the time everyone dropped your furniture off at your place it was extremely late so goodbyes were quick and you couldn’t thank your coworkers enough.

As everyone dispersed, Jun and Mingyu were the only ones remaining.

“Thanks again guys, I owe you guys so many lunches.” you said bowing again.

“It was fun.’ Mingyu said with a chuckle before looking down at his watch and let out a sigh,”I’d stay longer but I have an early meeting and Jihoon hates it when we’re late.” leaning to kiss you on the cheek not only surprising you but also himself, he pulled away and with a wave was out your door leaving you blushing at your step.

“Don’t explode, I won’t clean up the mess” Jun said smirking as he walked out your door.

As the week went by, the kiss on the cheek from Mingyu ghosted your mind. You weren’t sure what it meant but the little tidbits from Kyulkyung and Jun defined Mingyu as someone who was and knew he was attractive but had no interest in dating but at the same time, was more of a distraction then anything.

You recalled a day where you were in the breakroom and Mingyu walked in followed by Nayeon, a girl you heard about from Kyulkyungs team and as he was making his coffee. She shot you a glare as she walked by but continued to smile at Mingyu asking him about his weekend plans among other things that you couldn’t remember. You observed him as the two conversed and you could see why people found him attractive. He was the full package of tall, dark and handsome. He had a charming attitude but a cute boyish smile to go with it and you had to admit that he was cute.

As the weekend approached, Minghao had called on a few people to help you set up your home and you were surprised by the turnout. Your team and Jihoon’s team had all shown up along with Chan and even Jeonghan and Seungcheol came to help.

While the boys did most of the heavy lifting and building, you and Kyulkyung worked on organizing things and putting up pictures and by the evening, everything was setup and built.

“Thank you so much guys! I really appreciate it!” you said waving from your door as almost everyone had left. You had ordered Jjajangmyeon for everyone and after a little small talk,the group had dispersed.

“No problem Y/N, what are teammates for?” Seungcheol asked, “Plus, you did a really nice job with this place.” he gave you a thumbs up, “It’s good to have you here, have a good rest of you weekend.” and with a wave, he was off and all that was left was Mingyu and Minghao.

Jun and Kyulkyung had wanted to stay longer but a project the two had crossed over on had an emergency and they were going to be spending the rest of their weekend at the office.

Looking between you and Mingyu, he saw this as his opportunity and shot his best friend a wink.

“I have to meet up with some old friends tonight so I’m going to head off” he said giving you a hug and Mingyu a fist bump, “Are you okay cleaning the rest up yourself?”

You nodded your head, “I’ll be fine. Thanks so much for organizing this again. It was a huge help.” you said with a grin.

“Hey, like I said, what are friends for?” Minghao asked, “I’ll see you guys on Monday.”

Once Minghao left, Mingyu turned to you and asked, “Do you need help cleaning up?” He knew what his best friend did for him but at the same time, he didn’t want to overstep his boundaries.

“Oh no it’s okay.” you said with a smile as you two stood awkwardly in your living room, “It’s Saturday night, I’m sure you have somewhere to be.” you had overheard a conversation in the breakroom a few days ago between Nayeon and another girl about having coffee with Mingyu so you assumed that was his plan after helping you out.

“No, I don’t have any plans tonight..” Mingyu said laughing awkwardly, “I kinda left the day free cause I didn’t know how long this was going to take. If you want me to leave I can-”

“Oh no you dont have to” you said suddenly catching both of you off guard and you had to clear your throat.

“If you have nowhere to be, you don’t have to leave.” you gave him a small smile as a blush crept up your cheeks. “It’d be nice to have some company that isn’t Jun.”

Your statement broke the ice as Mingyu let out a small laugh and the two of you spent the rest of your night organizing and talking that by the time Mingyu had left, it was past midnight.

“I’ll see you Monday.” he said and leaned down to kiss your cheek again like he did last time which made you look at him wide eyed.

Shooting you a wink he walked away after whispering, “Sweet dreams.”

As weeks went on, you were more settled in your new role and your friendship with Mingyu was taking an interesting turn. You had a feeling that you weren’t really liked at the office at the moment due to the fact that Mingyu was at your side almost as much as Jun was.

Minghao was happy for the progress and Jun was curious and after that day at your apartment, even Kyulkyung could see that Mingyu was changing the more he hung around you.

“He’s like a lost little puppy.” she said with a giggle one day as the two of you had coffee, “As much as I didn’t like him for distracting my teammates, it seems that he’s found his own distraction.”

“He is not distracted, if he got distracted Jihoon wouldn’t hesitate to hit him literally with a bat. You know that.” you said with a giggle, “I guess Mingyu’s cute…”

“Oh come Y/N, he’s totally into you.” Kyulkyung said leaning forward, “You’re the only girl he’s actually taken out to lunch you know that right?”

“What do you mean? He always has lunch with Nayoung and them.” you responded and Kyulkyung rolled her eyes.

“Yea, but that’s always in a group setting with other teammates, I’m talking about one on one Y/N. In all my years at this company, he has never taken a girl out and it’s not even against company policy either.” Kyulkyung retorted. “Trust me, he’s into you.”

You raised an eyebrow at her, “Weren’t you not his biggest fan say...three months ago?” you asked.

“As long has he isn’t distracting my team, I could really careless what he does.” she said with a flick of her hair, “But if he hurts you, he’s dead.”

Giggling you took your bestfriends hand, “I wouldn’t expect anything less. Plus he’s not into me, I heard that he’s supposed to have coffee with Nayeon anyways” looking down at your watch you gasped at the time, “Crap, I gotta go. I have a client appointment and it’s across the city.” packing up you stood up as the door chimed.

“Y/N?” a voice made you look up and you made eye contact with Mingyu. Looking to his left, you saw him with Nayeon and you turned to look at Kyulkyung with an ‘I told you so” look in which she only smirked.

“Mingyu, hey.” you greeted him with a smile, “Sorry, I really have to go or else I’m going to be late for a client meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow.’

“The Gangnam client?” Mingyu asked, remembering you had told him a few days prior that this was a big meeting. At your nod, he looked at his watch and confirmed that you were actually running late. “You’re never going to make it. Let me drive you.” he said as a throat cleared behind him.

“Mingyu, I thought we were going to go through the report…” Nayeon said, “There’s still certain things that need to be finished and I need-”

“I’m sure Kyulkyung can help you.” Mingyu said noticing Kyulkyung nod with wink, “She is your team leader so she should be your go to.” then he turned to look at you, “Let’s go, if we leave now, we might get there early.” and without waiting for a response, he grabbed your wrist and ran out the door with you trying to keep up with his long strides.

That left Nayeon and Kyulkyung at cafe and it was clear that Nayeon was seething.

Kyulkyung watched in interest, “Let’s go Nayeon, lets see what you’re having so much difficulty with that you have to ask Mingyu who isn’t even on our team for help.” her tone coming out almost sarcastic.

As she watched Mingyu open the door for you to get into his car, she smiled. He really wasn’t so bad afterall.

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