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legally binded - 4

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

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Chapter 4: Family Bonding, Festivals and Feelings?

Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.

Warnings/Tags: dual!pov, famous!reader, mentions of hard substances, intoxication, mature language, real people (do not read if any of these makes you uncomfortable)

(this is all fiction!)

Note: Things are gearing up 😮‍💨 (ik i said i was gonna take a break, but i couldn’t help myself, now ill take a break lol, happy readin!)

Word Count: 6k+

“No one’s going to get cancelled — it’ll be fun.” Colin Jost smiles curtly on your flat screen TV.

You sit on the bed with a spoon hanging from your lips, an eye on the bright screen having just finished watching a rerun of Jenna’s SNL episode. You made sure to buy it as soon as it was available; locking yourself away in your room.

Currently, you are watching this week’s episode of SNL and Colin and Che are giving their weekly news update.

“Las Vegas is opening up a pop-up vaccine site in a strip club and don’t worry the strippers say the vaccine comes with singer and actress Y/N L/N. This time she’ll be the designated driver – I heard she’s on a tight leash.”

Your smile instantly drops.

“Speaking of Y/N,” Colin bounces off, reading off the cue cards. “Did you see her last week sitting in the audience during Jenna Ortega’s episode… hey, I wonder if they’re a real thing.”

Colin and Che share a knowing glance, “Nah.” They say in unison then move on to their next bit.

Scowling, you turn the TV off, practically throwing your bowl of cereal on the side table.

You supposed you can’t be too mad – all too familiar with the snide jabs and harmless jokes from others in the industry. This is what you signed up for, right?

Whatever, you’re sure people are loving it.

It’s been a whole week since you left New York and you haven’t spoken to Jenna. It seems how you two acted back in the Big Apple was a success because it got your managers to back off, for now. You didn’t see a reason to contact the actress so you let the silence pass — you see when she posts on social media.

You don’t have time to think about it because Coachella weekend is coming up soon. For the first time since Vegas, you will be working and you have been itching – wanting nothing more than to dive head-first into work mode.

It’s what you do best.

You are invited to do a guest performance on a big producer’s set for the festival. It would be your first ever time performing at Coachella but you were privy to the culture of the festival, having gone as an audience member to support your musician friends.

“Hey, you got a minute?” Link pops his head in your door, holding a phone up.

–

“Please don’t do this.” Your pleas go underheard.

“I don’t know why you keep trying, the answer is the same Y/N.” Link rolled his eyes, pointing to a house.

“I think this is the one.”

You scan the two-story typical American home tucked away in the boroughs of suburbia up in the desert, otherwise known as Coachella Valley.

Or well, Jenna’s parent’s house at least.

After Link had dropped the most terrible news; you had to be seen with Jenna in Coachella. Liv and Jake had instructed your team to drive you to stay with Jenna as you prepare for the festival – it was convenient they said.

Convenient my ass.

“Relax... Marcus will be back to pick you up, he’s gonna drop off your bags at the rental house.”

“Why can’t I just go with you then?” You ask.

“Liv said to drive you to this address. Jenna gave explicit directions to drive you here.”

You frown pulling on a loose thread on your sweater.

What could Jenna possibly want that she’d want you here? She looked pretty upset at you, the last time you talked.

You really don’t have it in you to fight with her, again, especially after the long drive from L.A. up to the desert where you thought — you’d be staying in your villa for Coachella weekend.

“Now go see the girl, please.” Link reaches over to open the door.

When you step out, the car is already driving speedily down the street not even giving you a chance to change your mind. You hear a flurry of voices from the side of the house but it sounds far away. Toy cars and trollies litter the grass yard.

Slowly, you walked up her porch, your shoes scraped as you ascend the concrete steps. Hesitating for a brief moment, you realize: Jenna is inside. Well duh. But the thought of her on the other side of the door has your heart dropping out of nowhere. You see flashes in your memory of her frown as you explain why you have to leave New York so soon.

Unspoken words as she says ‘well I thought–’

What did she think?

You would probably never know.

The door opens with a creak breaking you out of your thoughts.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” Aliyah leans against the doorframe, smiling.

You laughed, “Yeah, we do.”

She doesn’t say anything else and just yells over her shoulder, “Jenna, she’s here.”

Then walked off.

“Hi…” Jenna appears, leaning on the doorframe with a hand.

She scans you for a brief moment; not having seen you since New York, a week ago. She had to make sure you’re still alive because she hasn’t heard from you since then.

You also practically ghosted her.

After feeling guilty about how she left things with you, Jenna sent you a text the next day, asking if you made it back to Los Angeles safely.

You liked her message with a thumbs up.

A thumbs up! Not responding would have been better, the actress bitterly thought.

“Hey.” You greet. “How are you?”

“Fine. You?” She answered quickly, smile sealed tight like an envelope.

“I’m… good. Yeah. Just working.” You answer honestly.

“Oh really?” Jenna asked.

“Yeah, something for Coachella actually.”

Jenna raised her brows in surprise. “Like what?”

You send a tight-lipped smile, “It’s a surprise. People don’t know I’m here yet.”

Jenna can’t fight her excitement; giddy about being in on a secret. But then she remembers that she’s supposed to be annoyed at you and not fascinated.

“Why haven’t you texted me?” Jenna sighed, her voice dropping to a lowly whisper, in case someone was walking by.

You raised your brows, surprised by her question. “Oh… um. I’ve been busy like I said, just working, trying to keep my head down and all that.”

“Are you sure that’s it?” She asked accusingly.

You missed her tone and shrugged, reassuring her, “Yeah. Of course.”

“But, I heard you were busy this week too, filming another movie with Barry Keoghan and The Weeknd?” You changed the subject, hoping to talk about something else. She takes the bait after scanning your eyes for a second.

“Yeah, it was just a short role. But it was a lot of fun. Abel actually talked about you.”

“That’s great, I’m happy for you Jen… and yeah he’s an old friend.”

“Sung your praises pretty high, I had to make sure he was talking about the right person.”

You chuckle, “Oh okay, I see how it is.”

Your laugh caused a sudden warmness to manifest in Jenna and she couldn't help but join along. “Come on, my family has been dying to see you again.”

“Really?” You asked, stepping inside her childhood home. “So you think I made a good impression?”

She turned to look back at you, surprised that you care. “Maybe… don’t let it get to your head, though.”

You laughed as you followed her through the house. “Is that jealousy I hear Ortega? Scared you won't be the only movie star around?”

She snorted, rolling her eyes. “Shut up. You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot that may have impressed your family?” You cocked your head and grinned wide.

“Yeah, yeah. Like, I said. Don’t let it get to your head. They could care less about celebrities and Hollywood. They’re pretty grounded.”

You shrugged, looking at the various family pictures hanging on the wall. “It’s fine. There’s only one Ortega I want to impress anyway.”

You’re not sure where that came from and it seemed Jenna shared the same thought because she raised her brows at you – but didn’t comment.

Jenna blocks you from walking when you reached the sliding glass door. “What?”

Jenna chewed her lip anxiously, “My family can be a lot. In numbers and in the other sense too. There’s a lot of us.”

“Oh… that’s okay.” You answered. A bit confused as to why she is telling you this. When you see her genuine concern your gaze softens. “Jenna, relax. I can handle the family… and I can charm anyone’s socks off.”

She relented, rolling her eyes at your joke. “Okay, okay.”

"Wait..."

Jenna turns around.

"Why am I here exactly? At your parents, that is. Link told me that you gave my driver instructions to bring me here."

Jenna bites her lip in contemplation. "Um—like I said my family wanted to see you again and I heard you were going to Coachella anyway so you know, two birds one stone."

You nod, accepting her answer.

Jenna opens the door for you two to step out.

–

Sounds of laughter rang around as you and Jenna sat in lawn chairs in her parent’s backyard.

“What are Timothee Chalamet and Zendaya like in real life?” Markus – Jenna’s brother leaned forward to ask.

“Markus!” Jenna scolded and threw her brother a glare.

The actress blushed as she sat beside you but all she felt was the vibrations of your laughter, indulging her brother’s question.

Jenna can’t help but wonder if you have other family members that spend time with you like this. You look so carefree and genuinely happy; comfortable around her family — after knowing you for a couple months now; she guesses it’s a no.

“They’re cool. Just like everyone else to be honest. Especially, Timothee, sweet guy but he’s a bit of a typical frat bro.” You joked, “And Zendaya, well. She’s just as amazing as everyone says she is. Great work ethic, it’s inspiring when you work with someone passionate like that – makes you want to be better and work harder.”

Jenna’s sisters are eating your story up. Secretly she knew they enjoyed the tales of celebrities and pop culture. It’s nearly impossible to live your life without seeing a public figure pop up on an ad on your phone or on the side of a bus stop on your drive home.

Jenna is barely home enough to be able to have moments like this where she can humour her sister's questions. But they all had their own lives to live. She's has been looking forward to this break for a while, knowing it was coming up after her long week in New York.

She still can’t describe New York.

Something seems to have shifted between you two by the end of the week. But she didn’t know if it was for the better. The two of you have this constant push and pull; where everything is fine one moment, then one of you says something and it turns tense and weird as you both stay silent or you just completely blow up on each other.

Jenna didn’t know if she had it in her to try to decipher what these restrained responses she gets from you could possibly mean.

You are an enigma; a defensive, hot-headed asshole that grinded every gear the actress had.

“Do you like Zendaya, buddy?” You bounced her niece in your lap, enjoying how the baby grabbed at your fingers.

But then Jenna turns around and you act like this. Sweet, protective, charming.

How are you the same person?

She can’t fight her smile as she watched the adorable sight.

Jenna didn’t know you were good with babies.

“I think Z would think you’re just the most adorable thing. Oh my god, Jen, can I send her a picture of us?” You turned to her, with a bright smile.

Jenna didn’t know when you started calling her by her nickname but she certainly won’t say how she enjoys how it sounds when you say it. “Uh–sure, if it’s okay with my sister.”

“Zendaya’s gonna have a picture of my baby on her phone? Uh yes!”

Jenna laughed, nodding. “I’ll take the picture.” She took your phone, opening the camera.

“What are you doing? Get in here with us." You asked with an adorable scrunch in the nose, surprising Jenna.

“Oh, I just thought— okay.” She swallows her growing grin, sliding in beside you.

Her sisters share knowing glances.

You happily scooted in, pressing your chest to her back.

Jenna is suddenly reminded of her you and her, alone in her dressing room.

She presses back into you.

“Say, cheese guys!” Jenna clears her throat.

With big bright smiles, you placed your head above her shoulder to get in the frame, repeating, “Cheese!”

Even her niece seemed to be enjoying the attention as she smiled brightly and toothless while standing on your lap with her chubby legs. Jenna snapped a couple for good measure, checking over the pictures. The three of you are squished together as she held it in portrait; you all looked cute Jenna can admit.

Like a little family.

What?

“Oh Jenna, send me that, please. I want to post it on my Instagram.” Her mom spoke up already reaching for her phone.

“Okay, okay.” Jenna rolled her eyes but sent herself the pictures first before airdropping them to – everyone – who begged for it.

“This is adorable, I think I’m gonna make this my lock screen.” You grinned, staring at the photo. She sees you typing a message, indeed sending it to the actress like you said you would. “Just for your niece.”

Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. “Are you saying you’re gonna crop me out the photo?”

“No… but now that’s a good idea, thanks.” You mocked with a smile.

“Mom, how did you already post that picture so fast?” Mia asked.

–

“Don’t be mad.” Jenna begged.

“Mad? Jenna. This isn’t what I signed up for.” You pinched the bridge of your nose.

The two of you were standing in her driveway, in a discord of course. Jenna just forced you into another situation that you wanted no part of.

“You just told Link to call off my driver and now you’re saying don’t be mad. Of course, I’m mad! Why did you say yes to your Mom, Jenna.” You sighed, dropping your hand limply.

“I didn’t know she’d insist.” She groaned walking closer, “She said that you shouldn’t stay in that big house by yourself for the weekend when there is room here, next thing I know she’s forcing me to ask you in front of everybody.”

"I'm sorry." She grabs your arm. “Link said you might be mad.”

You stare at her for a couple of moments. Their hearts are in the right place, you guessed. Eventually, you rolled your eyes and sighed. “Thank you I guess… I appreciate that the sentiment.”

Jenna smiled in relief, “Yeah, of course.” Then scrunched her nose in thought. “We actually really don’t have the room so I don’t know where she’ll put you.”

She should have known. This is so typical and cliche; sharing a bed trope? Please, can the universe be any more unoriginal?

“Mom, are you sure?” Jenna whispered as she peaked her head out the small awning of the door – making sure you can’t hear.

“Jen, go to sleep. We have a packed day tomorrow. Everyone’s coming over for the game.”

Tomorrow is sports night and her uncles, aunts, cousins and grandparents are set to come over. It was a weekly tradition for the extended family to host a gathering to watch the game every Friday; with Jenna’s busy schedule, she hasn’t been to one in months. She’s grateful this one is hosted at her house but then inwardly sighed because she should probably warn you about that too.

“Mom…” She pleaded in a whisper.

“Goodnight and be responsible. I trust you two.”

“Mom!”

Jenna dropped her head in defeat as she listened to her Mom’s footsteps dwindle further away.

“Hey, you should probably get in there before all the hot water runs out..”

She turns, seeing your freshly showered figure. For a moment, Jenna finds herself stuck. You’re rubbing a towel on your wet hair as grey sweats hung lowly on your hips and she was desperately trying to avert her eyes from the small patch of you skin exposed.

“I already showered.”

“Oh okay.” You shrugged walking over to grab your phone.

“Which side do you prefer?” You asked absentmindedly,

“What?” Jenna blinks away.

“Of the bed. Which side do you prefer?”

“Oh. The left.”

“Thank god. Every bed I’ve had to share I’ve had to fight for the right side. You’re perfect.”

Jenna watched as you jump into your preferred side, getting comfortable under her covers.

She doesn’t know why she feels a mismatched thump fall out of rhythm with her heartbeat at seeing you in her bed.

“Alright, are you gonna be weird about sharing a bed? ‘Cause I can just take the couch or call my driver to pick me up. I can get a hotel room or something.” You sighed sitting up.

Jenna furrowed her brows, “What no. Can you please stop jumping to conclusions?”

“I’m not.” You mumbled but don’t argue further. Jenna gets in beside you.

“You satisfied now?” She throws out but it sounds just shy of playful and maybe even flirtatious – definitely not how she meant for it to sound.

“Uh– sure.” You replied sliding the blanket up to your chin as you tried to get comfortable again.

There’s that weird tension again, Jenna thinks and she thinks it’s starting to annoy her.

“Okay, what’s your deal?” Jenna crossed her arms, turning to you.

You blinked, confused. “What?”

“Why are you being so weird?”

“I’m not.” You sat up to face the other actress.

Jenna frowned, “Yes you are. You have been since New York. Did I do something? Because you still haven’t told me why you just left town like that.”

“I told you. Jake wanted me back for Coachella. Why else would I have just left all of a sudden?” You explained.

“I just– I just feel like you’re not telling me something.” She admits, a bit insecure. “I, at least, thought we’re friends now and when I didn’t see you in the crowd or the dressing room after SNL I was a bit… disappointed? I don't know if it’s dumb but you really did calm me down before my monologue and I wanted to thank you over dinner. But, yeah–”

Jenna looks away, missing your guilty frown. “Jenna… it’s not dumb. God, I feel like an asshole.”

“Well, sometimes you can be.”

You laugh but it’s dry. “I’m so sorry. I–I should have been there.”

You grab her hands. “Look at me, please.” It gets her to look up, the light from the lamp is bouncing off your eyes making them look softer in the dim light. “I promise, I’ll always be there for the important moments from now on. Before, during and after – we are stuck together until the foreseeable future, so.”

Jenna snorts, looking down at your hands. You begin to rub lines with your fingers on her open palm making her shiver. “Yeah, I guess we are.” She whispers.

She doesn’t know when she makes the bold move to intertwine your fingers. But for the first time since SNL, you two hold hands and this time you don’t pull away. But she doesn’t miss the questioning glint in your eyes as you look down. Jenna ignores the attention and squeezes your hand to make you look at her again.

“You mean it though?”

Your eyes soften. “I mean it.”

–

“Where’s Y/N?” Mia asked over the breakfast table.

“Rehearsals,” Jenna mumbled sleepily shoving spoonfuls of food in her dry mouth – still trying to wake up.

When the actress had awakened, the sun was high above the horizon and the desert heat was already inching inside her cracked window. But she woke up, alone.

Differing from how she went to sleep the previous night with you barely pressed up beside her as you laid with your backs to each other. Jenna only found herself un-tensing after hearing your breathing fall into short even exhales.

When she turned over to grab her phone this morning, you had sent a text:

Sorry for not waking you up. You sleep like a rock but I had to go to rehearsals. I’ll be back by 3 :)

She couldn’t be too annoyed at the smiley face you leave with your occasional messages.

“She’s performing?” Mia asks shocked.

Jenna nods, too tired for words.

“The crowd is gonna lose their minds.” Aliyah laughs. “With who?”

“Won’t say.” Jenna muttered bitterly, thinking back to her incessant begging; you never caved.

“Okay… can we talk about it, now then?”

“Talk about what Mia,” Jenna sighs dropping her fork on her plate.

“You and Y/N.” She says like it’s obvious.

“There is no me and Y/N, it’s all for the cameras. Remember the NDA I had to beg you guys to sign?” The actress rolls her eyes.

“Then why were you so upset after New York?” She challenges; tired of her sister’s silence over this whole situation. There’s no way she’s just unaffected by this.

“Mia drop it.” Her mom says.

“No. I’m serious, she’s literally staying under our roof, sharing a room with Jenna. And no one is still saying anything? Am I the only one who thinks there’s something going on?”

“Yes.” Jenna says quickly.

Mia rolls her eyes, “You still haven’t answered my question, Jen.”

Jenna crosses her arms, sitting up. “Of course I was upset. She just left town without a warning, if we didn’t catch her in the lobby she was just gonna a send a text. A text! Anyone would be upset at that — but it doesn’t mean what you think it means.”

But her sister doesn’t buy it. She opens her mouth to refute but their Dad swoops in saving the day. “Leave your sister alone, Mia. I’m sure whatever is going on with Y/N and Jenna – they can figure it out themselves.”

Jenna groans, “Dad, not helping.”

He shrugs, sitting at the head of the table with his own plate of breakfast.

Eventually, her family scatters to their own corners of the house to get ready for the day. Her other family members would be arriving soon and the actress had to start getting ready. Crap, she forgot to warn you about game night because you left so early. Jenna decides she’ll send you a text after she gets out of the shower.

With the raucous of the day, Jenna forgets to send the text. Her cousins arrived much earlier than anticipated and she was already getting pulled out to living room to talk about her upcoming projects. She gets so lost catching up with her cousins that she doesn’t realize when you arrive.

"Jenna, your novia is here." One of her aunts shouts making her head snap up to you as the front door opens. "Oh wow, and she's brought the whole store!"

Jenna's jaw drops as you walk in, holding multiple large bouquets of different arrangements of flowers. "Y/N?"

"Hey!" You peek your head out from the large flowers. "These are for your family... but I may have overestimated how big these were and Link refused to help me."

"Oh god, these are beautiful Y/N." Jenna's mom gets up from her seat, grabbing as many flowers as she can. "You didn't have to..."

"Oh, it's nothing, really. You guys are letting me stay here, I just wanted to express a little gratitude." You duck your head, all timid now.

Jenna knows it's not nothing. Those flowers cost a fuck ton, she would know she gets gifted those whenever she has an event.

"Well, gratitude expressed. I don't even know where to put these. Mia, Aliyah help the girl, please!"

The two sisters grab all but one smaller bouquet from your hands, walking away with smug smiles.

"Jen, get up," Aliyah whispers in passing as all the women and Jenna's dad filter over to the kitchen to view the gorgeous flowers.

She still hasn't moved from the couch and briefly, she thinks she can feel her cousin's smirking at her reaction.

"You got my family flowers?" Jenna asks dumbly, walking over slowly; ignoring everyone's eyes on them.

"Uh—yeah. Sorry if it's a bit much. I wasn't sure what everyone liked so... I got them all." You scratch your head with a bouquet in hand, catching Jenna's eye.

"These are for you..." You smile, holding out a smaller albeit more personal? flower arrangement. It felt like Jenna, somehow.

“I picked it out myself.” Your smile turns shy.

Like, if she were to walk into a flower shop and see this bouquet, she would instantly grasp it and never let go.

We still talking flowers?

"Thanks..." Jenna mumbles, grabbing the flowers; your fingertips touching sends sparks down her arm.

"Um—you're back early..." Is all she manages to say.

“Yeah… they didn’t need me for a long time so I decided to come back.” You explained, glancing at the new faces in the room. “Uh– what’s all this?”

The actress sends you a sheepish smile, “Family game night, we watch the game every Friday and cook some barbeque, it’s a whole thing. I forgot to text you, I’m sorry. You can call your driver back if this is too much.”

You laugh, squeezing her shoulder. “And miss out on great food? No, thank you.”

Jenna scans your eyes for the truth, “Are you sure? I know this isn’t exactly your scene so I understand.”

“Jen.” Your hand slides down, softly grabbing her hand. “I can’t even remember how long it’s been since the last time I had a home-cooked meal. I’m so in.”

You squeeze her hand for good measure. “Guys close the door.” Someone shouts.

Jenna doesn’t let you drop your hands this time because she’s already gripping them, pulling you to sit with her cousins – introducing you.

She ignores the giddy feeling in her chest that you want to stay.

You don’t say anything even when you’re both sitting and she’s still holding your hand.

–

“Who are you performing with?” Jenna tugs on your arm.

You squint to see her through your sunglasses. The Californian sun was making its presence known today and there are crowds of people everywhere as you tried to find some shade. It’s just past 6 PM and people are already starting to get rowdy – before all the good sets are even on.

Fish nets, sparkles and bedazzles are all you see in the sea of people and you just know you’re at Coachella.

“I can’t say…” You fight the smile on your face, finding her begging adorable. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“But Aliyah knows! I heard you whisper it to her.” She glares back at her sister standing a fair distance away from you two – who was talking to Mia and her boyfriend.

“I didn’t tell her anything, Jen. We were just fucking with you.” You laugh, sliding your hand in hers.

An unspoken comfortableness has formed between you two. Light touches are a new development in this… situation Jenna had with you.

Whether it was knees touching under the dinner table, walking shoulder to shoulder on your daily walks around the neighbourhood (there wasn’t much to do as Coachella weekend approached) or leaning her head on your shoulder as she slept when you two watched TV before bed.

And now, it seems like things have escalated to a new level of comfort where you two willingly linked fingers whenever you walked anywhere. Neither of you make a peep when someone eventually reaches for the other’s hand.

“Rude…” She pinches your side making you flinch away from her.

Jenna’s immediately tugging you back closer.

“Hey… I can’t get an injury before my performance. I’m legally binded to a contract.” You state.

Jenna snorts, “I thought you were friends with the performer? Are you really not gonna tell me who it is?”

“Nope and sure we’re friends but, I’m still contractually obligated to the festival and all that.”

“Come on Y/N!” She groaned unconsciously stepping closer to you. “I’ve been so nice to you, I haven’t called you an idiot all day!”

You laugh, “Is that supposed to win me over?”

“You tell me? Is it working?” The laugh dies in your lips when she tits her head in question.

Jenna misses the gulp you take because she was leaning closer, trying to find your eyes behind the dark-tinted glasses you had on.

“No…” You replied with a vacant tone.

Jenna steps back when the sun blinds her eye. “You’re no fun.”

“I don’t know what to tell you… you’re gonna have to wait like everyone else.”

“Speaking of everyone else, I’m surprised we’re not surrounded by your groupies.” Jenna eyes the group of people hovering not too far away.

You snicker, “They are not my groupies. I barely know those people but it happens at every music event. They flock over like geese. I let Link handle them.”

Jenna frowns, “Doesn’t it bother you?”

“What?” You look down.

“That you can’t even enjoy yourself at a festival without someone hovering over your shoulder.”

Since Jenna’s started this PR relationship with you her fame’s only increased overnight. She hates to say it but Sarah was right, being associated with you has only made her more famous and well-known. She felt like a Kardashian or Tom Holland who couldn’t even step out of their own homes without a camera being shoved in their faces.

It’s getting so bad that Jenna has security with her everywhere she goes. She stopped driving herself to places. A headline even dropped that you two are official and serious now and that you have met her family; paparazzi tried to camp at her parent’s house until they called the police.

“Sometimes.” You answer honestly, shrugging. “But it’s part of the job.”

Jenna’s frown deepens, looking around. “This is not part of the job. At least not what I’ve seen.”

“Yeah, but we learn to deal with it, right?” You nudge her shoulder. Seemingly unbothered that made Jenna bothered for you.

“How?” Jenna couldn’t help her curiosity.

“Surround yourself with people that genuinely care about you. That still picks you even after all your fuck ups. Only got me about three of those, so I try to keep them close.” Then you let out a sad laugh, “I make it very hard for them sometimes, though.”

Jenna looks at Link as he holds a bored hand up when a girl tries to walk up to you. Then he’s shooing her away and whispering to both of your security guards.

She wants to fight the urge to say that you have a fourth person in your corner with her.

Instead, she says:

“I think you got a good one with him.” She nods to Link.

You follow her sight, “Yeah, I do... He’s usually right about most things too.”

“What do you mean?” She looks up in questioning.

Maybe Jenna’s not so bad? Flashes in your memory but you don’t tell Jenna. “Nothing.”

Jenna squints her eyes. “Fine… keep your secrets.” Tone a playfully bitter.

Eventually, you, Jenna and her sisters walk around aimlessly from set to set, taking pictures and enjoying the atmosphere. Jenna would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying herself right now. Somehow you all managed to find an empty corner by the Artist section of the performances which meant you had loosened up a bit.

Jenna decided she liked it when you’re smiling, carefree and happy.

It suits you better than your permanent scowl.

You’ve been so stressed this last week, taking phone calls and Zoom meetings. She tried not to express her concern at seeing how you obsessively fretted over some project, consuming you some nights.

Jenna knows obsessive. She knows anxiety. This was different.

She finds herself with more questions than answers when it comes to you.

Why are you so closed off all the time? Is this how you work all the time? Where did this recent streak of bad behaviour start? Is there more to it than what you’re saying?

Are you okay?

But Jenna can’t find the right words to ask, so she doesn’t.

Only offering her warm pressure on top of you to hopefully lull you to sleep when you both drift off in her childhood bed.

Somewhere along the evening, she finds herself close to you.

You've loosened up as the days progressed and somehow, you and Jenna have found yourselves wrapped up in each other's arms as you danced.

Jenna had her back pressed firmly against your chest; her head tucked under your chin as your arms wrap around her waist from behind; hands linked as you jammed along to the music.

“The Met Gala’s coming up.” Jenna speaks up after a few moments of silence. “I’m invited.”

“Me too.” You reveal. She perks up, looking back at you.

“Yeah?” She smiles, pleased with your answer.

“Mhmm. I’m actually a co-chair this year.” You send an embarrassed smile.

She turns in your hold, jaw-dropping. “You are?”

“Yeah… why do you think I’ve been taking those calls all week? I was getting ready for the Met.”

“I thought that was for Coachella?” She snorts but can't help but ask, "Do you ever stop working?"

“Says you. Miss Scream Queen.” You tease making her roll her eyes.

“Be my date.” She says all of a sudden. “and walk the carpet with me this time.”

You raise your brows at her bluntness. This time?

You remember the last time she said those words and a tiny part of you prayed she meant it differently this time. But you can't fight your smile because you couldn't even say no if you wanted to — overwhelmed with the sudden want, to show off the girl in your arms. “I would love to be your date.”

Jenna's eyes sparkled with delight, beaming at you widely.

"Great! I'll talk to Enrique and Thom Browne about it."

"But I'm a Prada Ambassador?"

"I'll handle it." She nods with finality.

But before you can say anything, Link slides in with a whisper in your ear and a knowing smirk in Jenna’s direction.

“Hey, I have to go.” You whisper into her ear, pulling away but Jenna tightens her grip.

“Wait.” She steps forward – much closer than she means to.

“Yeah?” You asked softly and suddenly Jenna can’t hear the loud thumping of the bass anymore.

“Good luck and break a leg.” She says in a whisper.

Her hand reaches up to brush your neck still looking into your eyes. Jenna feels the same overwhelming pressure in her chest that she’s recently felt around you and gives into her sudden impulse; leaning in, parting her lips; meaning for them to connect to your cheek but instead swerve and slot in between your lips instead, in a moment’s haste.

She feels you tense for a moment before giving in, cupping her cheeks too. Kissing her back. Jenna loses it a bit, not expecting your lips to feel so soft and smooth and perfect against hers. Jenna can't help but tilt her head to the side, allowing your lips to press harder.

She feels the same electricity from your first meeting – when you shook her hand. The same electricity she tries to fight off every time she's near you. Except this time, it's by tenfold.

Jenna is so lost in you that she can’t even hear her heart beating loudly in her ears anymore — only feeling your thumb softly stroking her jaw.

The sound of coughing breaks you two apart.

“Sorry but Y/N we need to go.” Link sends a sheepish smile but he's trying to fight his grin at having a front-row seat to the show.

When Jenna pulls away she looks deeply into your eyes searching for some kind of indication of your feelings.

You smile shyly, squeezing her waist and rubbing her back. “I’ll find you after the show?”

“Yeah…” Jenna whispers, still staring into your eyes.

“I’ll find you!” You yell over her shoulder as Link drags you away.

“Holy shit, finally!” Mia slides in beside her.

Jenna doesn’t have the energy to shrug off the arm Aliyah throws over her shoulder as she brings her fingers up to her burning lips. “I don't know why I did that...”

“Oh my god, you’re an idiot. The both of you.” Mia rolls her eyes walking back to her boyfriend.

Jenna looks around, blinking, immediately catching the phones held in the air capturing her moment with you.

She walks off, following her sisters.

Unbeknownst to you and Jenna, a headline is about to drop:

New developments in Y/N L/N's Vegas case. Caught with cocaine! Las Vegas PD makes no official comments on possible charges or arrests. But is this the end for the bright star?

The strip club and vaccine bit with Colin and Che is from a real line in one of their segments LOL.

yall happy now?

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GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. WORD COUNT: 4.5k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc. adoptedkiddos! megumi & tsumiki. overprotective!oc.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend and satoru take megumi and tsumiki to get registered for school! AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was such a random piece that was sitting in my drafts, but i wanted to write more of guardian oc gojo girlfriend and satoru. oc gojo girlfriend will throw down with anyone who says shit about her kids or her man lol i think it's her scorpio sign. and y'all know she joined the pta because she's spiteful hahaha. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

"satoru, you have to take megumi and tsumiki shopping for school supplies and clothes after your morning jujutsu practice today." you called out to him while brushing your hair, "i can't go with you because i'm showing the first years around today... and then we need to take them to register for school tomorrow morning."

satoru stepped out of the steamy shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, eucalyptus body wash aroma filling the air. he made his way to your side to peck a kiss on your cheek. his wet hair dripping all over you, bright blue eyes gazing at you in adoration.

"sure thing sweetheart, but don't get mad at me if i choose something for the kids that you don't particularly like."

you held his cheek in the palm of your hand, glaring at him, "just make sure the kids' clothes match and don't waste their money. the kids don't need designer clothing."

satoru gave you a smirk and squeezed your shoulders as if he was saying ‘fine…’

“i gotta go. don't get into any trouble, okay?”

"me? trouble? never heard of it." satoru winked at you.

you glared at him as he grinned, kissing him quickly on the cheek before you attempted to leave his room.

"(y/n)?" satoru called out to you.

you turned around to see what your boyfriend wanted. "what is it, satoru?" you groaned, "i'm gonna be late."

"you gotta give me a proper goodbye kiss. none of that soft bullshit."

you reluctantly walked back over to him and giggled. "you are too much, satoru gojo."

how could you say no to a freshly showered satoru gojo enticing you with a kiss?

satoru pulled you into his lap as you straddled his waist. "now i'm definitely going to be late." you laughed.

the white haired sorcerer whispered in your ear, "just one kiss and i'll let you go."

later that day: satoru's pov

satoru, tsumiki and megumi walked around a local shopping mall in tokyo. there was a specific clothing boutique in ginza that you liked to buy clothes for the kids at.

the two fushiguros trailed behind their guardian. megumi sure missed your presence today. why did gojo-sensei have to take them back-to-school shopping instead of you? megumi always felt more comfortable whenever you were around, he always felt so small around gojo-sensei. your comforting presence always made him feel better.

tsumiki tugged at satoru's uniform, "sensei, how come (y/n) isn't coming shopping with us?"

"she's busy showing the first years around the school today," satoru smiled, "—so your cool and totally awesome sensei is going to take you guys shopping instead."

the trio entered the familiar children's boutique as an employee recognized satoru and waved. "good morning, satoru! no (y/n) today?"

"not today. she’s busy with student body president duties this year," satoru flashed a smile at the employee. he turned to his partner-in-crime, “—tsumiki, let's start with you first.”

satoru started browsing through the girl’s clothing for tsumiki. during his scan, he spotted a pink tutu. he thought that it was adorable, and tsumiki had to have it. he thought to himself, 'i'll probably get a lecture for this one, but it's too cute to pass up'.

tsumiki ended up choosing pink and neutral colored clothing. she was such a girly girl, and you had so much fun dressing her up and taking her to her dance and cheer lessons.

once satoru finished picking out some new pieces for tsumiki, he started to look at clothes for megumi. picking out clothes for boys was much easier since he knew nothing about girls' clothes. he rarely bought you clothes for that reason, especially since he knew that you were so picky.

satoru chuckled to himself when he thought of the time where he tried to buy you lingerie as a joke and almost got a high pressured water cannon shot to his face. luckily, he had his infinity on or you would've drowned him in the yokohama bay.

the white-haired guardian picked up two pairs of jeans in navy blue and black. he added shirts that megumi could layer, and new shoes into the shopping cart. he noticed that megumi was growing out of his clothes and shoes now. that kid was going to have a growth spurt soon. megumi brought over a couple of pieces of clothing he wanted and placed it in the cart innocently. satoru peered over at him.

"did you get everything you wanted, megumi?"

the child avoided eye contact with satoru, "yeah, i did."

he turned over to the older fushiguro. "—and what about you, tsumiki?"

she shot a bright smile at satoru, "yup!"

“alright, let’s head to the stationary shop.”

satoru and the children went towards the cashier to check out. he swiped his black credit card to pay for the clothes.

"sensei, that's not the bank card!" tsumiki gasped, wondering why satoru didn't use the card that was intended for tsumiki and megumi’s use.

satoru chuckled, "you're right, kiddo. this is from me and (y/n). consider it a back-to-school gift."

tsumiki's eyes sparkled, "whoa, thank you gojo-sensei!"

"thank you, sensei." megumi added to show his appreciation too, however he still avoided eye contact.

satoru smiled and ruffled megumi's hair, "you're both very welcome. make sure to give (y/n) a big ol’ hug when you see her tonight too, okay?"

the two fushiguros nodded obediently at him. of course they would give you a hug when they got home to show their appreciation. they loved you with all their hearts. you were the mother figure in their lives that they didn’t know they needed.

providing for tsumiki and megumi with your own money was something you and satoru talked about when you decided to take in the kids as your own. the plan was to set aside their financial aid money so that they would be set once they turned 18. since you and satoru came from wealthy clans, it was the least you two could do for them.

"next, we need to buy school supplies..." satoru announced as he held the shopping bags full of clothes in one hand and his shopping list that you wrote for him this morning in another, "—then we can go back to jujutsu high and have some dinner."

satoru felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. sure enough, it was you.

"hi babe." satoru greeted you over the phone with a smile.

"how's shopping with the kids?" you asked.

"i know you're going to yell at me when i get home, so i might as well tell you now—i bought tsumiki a tutu."

"satoru gojo... a tutu?!"

satoru corrected you, "excuse me, but it's 'sweetheart' or ‘babe’, to you."

"satoru..." you grumbled.

he corrected you again, "babe—"

satoru chuckled at your stubbornness, using his last name whenever you were trying to be serious with him did not scare him as much as it used to. he could tell when you were truly upset with him and when you weren’t—and this was not one of those times.

"fine then. babe, a tutu? really?" you asked in disbelief. you pinched your nose bridge in annoyance.

"it was too cute, i couldn't resist." satoru argued, "—plus, i used my own card. so don't chastise me."

you changed the subject, "is megumi doing okay without me?"

"he's just being himself... quiet." satoru cocked his head to the side to see what megumi was up to, "sounds like you're showing favorites, sweetheart. how come you never ask about tsumiki?"

"because i know that tsumiki already loves you, it's megumi i'm worried about. he's so shy around you." you explained, "—and i don't have favorites. i love them both equally."

satoru flirted with you, "what about me? am i not your favorite? do you even love me?"

"i definitely love them more than you." you teased him, "are you coming home soon?"

satoru ignored your comment about loving the kids more than him. he would make it his mission to make sure you loved him more than anything in this world.

"we'll be home soon. the kids are picking out their school supplies."

"principal yaga said that we're having a dinner to celebrate the new students. so make sure you’re back on time, please.”

satoru rolled his blue eyes so far back in his head he hoped they would get stuck. that meant that he'd have to see principal gakuganji, and he was definitely towards the bottom of his list of favorite people at jujutsu high.

“okay, babe. whatever you say.” satoru sighed.

you giggled over the receiver, “i love you, satoru gojo.”

“i love you too, sweetheart.”

satoru clamped his flip phone shut and placed it back into his front pocket. he called out to the kids, “what do you say we get some ice cream before we head back to jujutsu high? (y/n) says it's okay if we're a little late.”

the next morning

your alarm rang while satoru groaned in your chest, face buried against your sternum as you cradled his head with your arms.

"five more minutes..." satoru mumbled breathlessly into your chest.

you tried to sit up, satoru refusing to let go of you with his strong arms. you grabbed your pillow and hit him upside the head with it. you got a lucky strike, no infinity.

"wake up! we told principal kinomoto that we'd be early."

satoru took the pillow you threw at him and tossed it on the ground. he grabbed you by your waist to pull your body on top of his. you squealed as you tried to get out of his grasp.

you held his face in the palm of your hands. "wake up, babe."

satoru continued to groan. you peeled his arms off of you and stepped out of the bed. he watched you make your way into the bathroom. you were wearing one of his white uniform button ups and his briefs. your messy hair cascaded down your back. you were a sight to behold in the morning. satoru felt like he was hiding a national treasure in his room whenever you were with him.

satoru reached his arms under his pillow, stretching his long body. he called out to you, "did i ever mention that you look great in my clothes?"

you rolled your eyes at him before shooting back a half-grin. god, he loved that crooked smile of yours. he gave you a scoff in return. you ran the water so you could wash your face and brush your teeth.

after you and satoru spent the early morning sneaking kisses on each other and getting ready together, you both walked over to tsumiki and megumi's room to get them ready for the day. you took care of megumi as satoru took care of tsumiki. while you were buttoning up megumi's shirt, you watched as satoru brushed and tied tsumiki's hair into two perfect pigtails.

the 7 year old reached for her jar of butterfly clips and handed them to satoru. he picked out two pink ones to clip into her hair, making sure her bangs were out of her face.

you patted megumi's shoulders, smiling at the younger fushiguro, "there we go, megumi. you look so handsome in your new shirt."

megumi blushed, looking down at his tan-colored button-up. "gojo-sensei chose it for me."

"lookin' good there, kiddo." satoru smiled at him and then turned to you, "doesn't tsumiki look great too, sweetheart?"

you smiled back at satoru and tsumiki, "of course she does. she's my little girly girl."

tsumiki twirled around in her new pink dress. she was so darn cute. satoru bent down to tighten the straps on her shoes. he pat her head as she hugged his leg. the kids were so tiny compared to satoru. you really did look like little family when you were out in public together.

after getting ready, tsumiki and satoru led the way to the dining hall while you and megumi trailed behind them. the four of you grabbed breakfast before heading out into the city.

at the elementary school

you could hear the whispers about you and satoru through your spirit birds. the other mothers were asking each other if you and satoru were actually tsumiki and megumi's real parents, how old you two were, and many other unsolicited questions and thoughts.

you had all the registration paperwork for megumi and tsumiki in your backpack as you sat down at a pavilion table to fill out the remaining papers with satoru.

"babe—" you turned to satoru who was watching tsumiki and megumi play on the playground, "should i put you down as the primary emergency contact?"

satoru had a red lollipop in his mouth that he got from the front desk, his sunglasses were resting on his nose bridge. he took the lollipop out of his mouth to reply to you, "sure, sweetheart. but why not put yourself down?"

"well—" you bit your lip in hesitation, "i was thinking that since you can teleport, you could get here faster if anything happened to the kids." you rested your chin on your hand and leaned into him. he put his arm around you, pulling you closer.

"makes sense to me."

you and satoru watched the kids in adoration as tsumiki already made new friends on the playground. she was prancing around the field while megumi was hanging on the monkey bars.

two women approached you, startling you and satoru out of your focused adoration for the kids.

"excuse me. are you those children's mother?" the woman pointed at tsumiki and megumi. "—the one with the brown hair and the blue hair."

"we're their guardians." you introduced you and satoru, "i'm (y/n) and this is my boyfriend, satoru."

the second mother playfully hit the first mother on the shoulder, "see? i told you that they're too young to be their parents. she barely looks like she's in high school."

"why do you ask?" satoru asked defensively, furrowing his eyebrows.

you put your hand on satoru's arm, a motion to tell him to fall back and that you'd handle this. he always came to your defense when it came to you or the kids… but he knew that you were on a different level of overprotective when it came to tsumiki and megumi. satoru just sat back and continued to watch the show.

"well, this school is a very prestigious school for children. we know almost everyone and all the families who attend here... and we've never seen you two around or those two kids." the second mother sneered at the both of you.

the first mother feigned shock, "they don't have a mother or father... that's so sad."

you glared at the two women, "just because we aren't their biological parents doesn't mean that they aren't being properly cared for. satoru and i have given them everything they need and they are in a loving environment."

you weren’t sure how loving an environment like the tokyo jujutsu high dorms actually was… but you and satoru made it clear to tsumiki and megumi that you both loved and cared for them, and that if they ever needed or wanted anything, it was theirs. the world was their oyster with you and satoru by their sides.

"well then. that's good to hear." the first mother started to turn her back towards you, "it was a pleasure meeting you, miss (y/n)?"

"(l/n)." you corrected her. just because she was older than you didn't mean that she could call you by your first name.

"we hope to see you around at school events." the second mother interrupted, "we volunteer at the school quite a bit. parents... or shall i say... guardians that volunteer help their kids gain recognition within the school. i'm sure we'll see you around if you don't want your kids to fall behind."

the two women started to walk away, snickering between themselves. satoru waved them off and patted your thigh to try to calm you down.

"just ignore them, sweetheart. they’re just old women whose husbands don’t actually love them." he tried to comfort you, grabbing your hand to kiss your knuckles. “—and i love you, so you’ll never be like them.”

you motioned one of your spirit birds to fly forward, following the two women. satoru sighed in defeat, he knew you weren't going to just ignore them. he started to grin though, this was one of things that made you so attractive in his eyes. it was that fire in you. you never stepped down from a fight.

"that blue haired child looks like he's going to be trouble. look at him! he looks like a delinquent." "we need to make sure that our children don't get involved with them. we don't even know what their guardians do for a living." "how are they even paying for tuition?" "i doubt those two can even afford to pay for the tuition here. they’re just teenagers!"

you grit your teeth, jaw clenched in anger, lips pursed. satoru could feel your cursed energy waver. he nudged you one last time, "babe, come on. let’s just go back to filling out paperwork."

"you heard what they said about our kids."

you slammed your pen against the table. you got up and walked towards the two women. satoru signed and folded his arms to watch the remainder of the show. he wished he had popcorn for this. he was ready to hold you back if needed, but he actually liked seeing you get feisty like this. he knew you could hold your own against anyone, including him.

"excuse me!" you called out to the two women, "hey! you two!"

the two mothers turned around, looking back at you, appalled at your approach.

"say one more thing about megumi and tsumiki!" you pointed at them with your index finger. "let's see what happens!"

"don't you know where our families come from? ever heard of the (l/n) clan or the gojo clan? the audactiy of you two to question how we can afford to pay for tuition. their tuition was paid fully in cash. you can ask the cashier over there." you pointed towards the cashier's window.

the first mother stammered, she was shocked that you confronted them, "well, i—"

"just because i'm young doesn't mean that i can't be a good mother to megumi and tsumiki." you snapped at them, "those two 'delinquents' mean the world to me. i can provide them whatever they need or want in order for them to live a happy life. maybe you two should focus on your own children instead of mine."

"that's enough out of you!" the second mother snapped back at you, "who do you think you are? who taught you how to be so disrespectful towards your elders?"

"—can i ask what's going on here?" a man with gray hair and grey eyes approached the three of you, interrupting the cat fight. satoru jumped in his seat and started to whistle, pretending not to have been listening on the sidelines.

"oh! principal kinomoto!" the first woman ran to his side, "this rude child was just causing a scene!"

principal kinomoto recognized you, "(y/n) (l/n)?"

"hi principal kinomoto!" you waved.

the two mothers looked at you in shock. they were surprised that you and the principal were already acquainted, wondering how you knew him.

"what's all the commotion about?" the principal asked again.

"well, these two had some stuff to say about my kids." you reported back to the grey haired principal, pointing at the two women.

"i see… is this true?" the principal turned to the two, "you know we don't tolerate this type of behavior. the (l/n) clan donates heavily to all the schools in tokyo. let's not jeopardize their generous contributions to our school due to some unwarranted comments."

the two women's jaw dropped. they were speechless. they absolutely knew about the (l/n) clan. they just didn’t think you were from that (l/n) clan.

"(y/n), we have much to catch up on. i saw that you and satoru are enrolling two children here."

"what's up, principal!" satoru called out. satoru made his way to you and the principal. he put his arm around your waist and shook hands with principal kinomoto.

he introduced satoru again to the two women, "mrs. fujiwara, mrs. yoshida. this is satoru gojo. the gojo clan also donate tremendously to this school as well. as a matter of fact, they're the ones that paid for the new library last fall."

"you two may leave now, i have to speak with the principal." you said to the two women, "you should go find your children."

mrs. fujiwara and mrs. yoshida quickly turned around and called for their children from the playground. it looked like they wouldn't be bothering you or your kids any time soon.

"ignore those two. they’re known for their gossip. let's sit down and catch up." principal kinomoto ushered you and satoru back to the table you were sitting at. "(y/n), how is touya? i haven't seen him in so long!"

"he's great. he's working on becoming the head of the household."

"—and are you at jujutsu high with satoru?"

satoru ruffled your hair, "yep, she is! we're third years now. gonna graduate soon!"

"so tell me about these kids you're enrolling." the principal peered over at the playground.

"would you like to meet them?" you asked with a smile. “they’re just the best kids.”

satoru called out to the two fushiguros, "hey! megumi! tsumiki! can you guys come here real quick?"

megumi jumped down from the monkey bars, tsumiki slid down from the metal slide she was on. they both ran towards you and satoru. tsumiki jumped into satoru's arms while megumi attached himself to your side.

"principal kinomoto, meet megumi and tsumiki fushiguro." you introduced the two fushiguros to their future principal with a cheeky smile, "—they're mine and satoru's kids."

"kiddos, say hi to principal kinomoto." satoru said, "he's a good friend of ours."

principal kinomoto reached his hand out for a handshake, "nice to meet you two."

you and satoru watched as tsumiki and megumi nervously shook hands with their principal and said hi. they were so cute in the way they interacted with him.

after getting acquainted, you shoo'd them off, “you two can go back and play now.”

they quickly smiled and waved, running back to play on the playground with their new friends. once megumi was back on the monkey bars, you turned to the principal, "principal kinomoto, i do have some concerns."

"what's on your mind, (y/n)?"

"i'm not worried about tsumiki fitting in, but i am worried about megumi." you sighed, hoping that megumi would be okay in school without you.

satoru added, "—megumi might cause a little trouble for you, principal."

the grey haired principal laughed, "is he a troublemaker like you, satoru?"

"you have no idea." you scoffed.

"the kid's a zen'nin with the ten shadows technique." satoru mentioned.

principal kinomoto looked at you and satoru, "you don't say?" he adverted his attention to megumi on the playground, "what shikigami has he tamed have so far?"

"just the demon dogs. he's starting to see nue and gamma though. so don't be surprised if you see two puppies named shiro and kuro on school grounds." satoru chuckled.

principal kinomoto was actually a grade one jujutsu sorcerer and was in the same class as touya. after graduation, he left to work as a non-sorcerer because he didn't like the mental toll being a jujutsu sorcerer put on him. he ended up going into education because he loved kids. if he couldn't save children from curses, he would save them another way, through education. him and his wife, mrs. akita, ran the school that you were enrolling megumi and tsumiki at. it was satoru's idea to register the kids here knowing the ties they had with the jujutsu society.

“don't worry. tsumiki and megumi will be taken care of here.”

"thanks so much, principal." you let out a relieved sigh, "that's one less thing to worry about."

"being a parent is hard," the principal laughed, pointing at you and satoru, "—but you two... when did that become a thing?"

"she fell in love with me at first sight." satoru interjected with a cocky smirk.

"—absolutely not." you threw an ice shard at his infinity, "i can't get rid of him... it's been almost two years now? satoru broke my domain expansion from the outside when i was sparring with touya. that's how we first met." (read 'love at first fight' here)

principal kinomoto teased you both, "—so it was love at first sight?"

"more like first fight. satoru didn't even like me at first." you told the principal. he was enthralled with your love story.

satoru rolled his eyes, "—that's not true!"

"i'm actually surprised that your brother didn't kill satoru when he found out you two were dating." principal kinomoto shrugged.

"god, touya and satoru love each other. they're bestfriends now. sometimes i think touya loves satoru more than me."

"well, give your brother my regards," principal kinomoto got up from his seat, "i have to get back to the office. i'm sure i have plenty of parents waiting to meet with me."

"take care." you waved.

"yeah, take care. we'll send the check for the monthly donation this week." satoru called out to the principal. you and satoru were now in charge of the clans’ donations to the school since you'd be visiting the school often.

principal kinomoto waved and brushed you two off, "don't worry about it. take your time with the donations. akita and i are happy to have megumi and tsumiki starting at the school."

you and satoru watched as the principal walked away from the pavilion table. you both sighed in relief. you didn’t think that being ‘parents’ at such a young age was in the cards for you and satoru... but he just had to bring home two adorable children for you to raise.

"that was hot." satoru giggled. the corner of his eyes started to wrinkle as he tried holding back his boisterous laugh.

"what was hot?" you asked.

"the way you stood up to those two moms." satoru said, "i love when you get feisty."

you leered at him, a cheshire grin spreading across your face, "—oh you love when i get feisty?"

"—but not with me!" satoru quickly said with his palms up in defense.

you rolled your eyes at him and finished filling out megumi and tsumiki's registration paperwork while the sly sorcerer snuck tender kisses on your cheek.

you scribbled your signature on the last line. after a moment, you turned to satoru, “should i join the parent-teacher association?”

EXTRA:

“(y/n), can i get the 64 pack of crayons with the sharpener in the back?” megumi asked in hopes that you'd say yes. he had always wanted the 64 pack of crayons.

satoru looked at the younger fushiguro, “you only need 12 crayons to color. who do you think you are? picasso?”

you glared at satoru and turned to megumi, “yes, you can have the 64 pack, megumi. get one for tsumiki too. and your gojo-sensei will pay for it."

"wha—hey!" satoru called out as you, megumi, and tsumiki walked away from him to head to the next aisle.

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Just Take It | Part Three | Jungkook's Point of View

Summary: Jungkook is losing his grip and con't seem to get you out of his head, little does he know he's all you've been able to think about too. Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 3.5k~ (Damn this was supposed to be a short one lmao) Read Part 3 from oc's pov first! Warnings: Smuuuuttt, Explicit Language and a crap ton of pet names (Mirror of the dialogue from part 3) a/n: So I got this request and I figured it would be fun to write an alternate chapter in Jungkook's pov so send in asks if you would like to see more of these hehe Drabble requested by an anon 💜

After coming home from the gym I take my time getting into the shower, making sure I have something planned for dinner when she comes home.

"Shit" I mumble, all these fucking hormones have been driving me wild these days. What am I a teenager? Just the thought of her at this point drives me mad. The fact that she comes home to me night after night and fills my whole house with her scent.

I don't know how I've managed to hold myself back for this long. After checking things out down here I go upstairs and start the shower and let it run for a while, waiting for it to warm up.

Taking a good look in the mirror I take note of my dilated pupils. I close my eyes and take deep breaths, trying to ground myself but nothing seems to be working. If anything it's getting worse.

I clench my jaw as I feel myself start to get hard just by the thought of her tired little body coming home after a long day at work, so ready to rest and relax with me for the night.

Fuck I wish I could do something to help the both of us relax.

She was always a shy girl around me, so innocent and kind and beautiful and "Fuck" I curse at the feeling of my dick rubbing my against my boxers and I know I'm done for. Looking down I see the obvious tent that's slowly growing under my sweats and I know I'm gonna need to take care of it.

Stripping out of my clothes I walk into the shower and let the water run down my back, my hand pressed up against the wall as I look down at my dick that's begging to be touched.

'I really shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be thinking about her like this, but I can't control myself. I wrap my hand around it, pumping it back and forth at a lazy pace, coaxing myself to get harder.

"Shit" I groan as I run my thumb over the head, collecting the pre cum that's already started to leak out. I take my time playing with just the tip, teasing myself and making my hips stutter from the need of more friction.

"Y/n" I call out quietly, loving how her name tastes on my tongue while I'm doing something so forbidden. I rub my pre cum up and down my shaft, making obscene noises that make me close my eyes, helping me imagine that it's her that here doing this to me.

Bucking my hips into my fist I rest my forehead against the wall, steadying myself and letting my hips thrust as hard as they want, chasing that delicious high I'm begging to chase. "Fuck yes Bunny just like that. Shit y/n, fuck" I groan, lost in the moment and not giving a fuck if anyone were to hear me.

She won't be home until later so fuck it.

Squeezing harder leaves me grunting and my hips falter, my fist now running up and down my cock, giving me so my pleasure it's almost too much. I let out a breathy moan, thinking about the image of her on her knees, with those innocent doe eyes playing with me and leaning how to please me.

"Fuck, wish I could have you in here y/n. My pretty little Bunny" I let out, a little louder than I would've like but who gives a fuck. All I care about is fantasizing about my naïve little girl asking to suck me off, eyes watering but begging me to teach her so she can make me feel good.

"Darling want you so so bad. Come choke on this cock, there you go, just like that Bun" I say, a trail of curses following as I feel myself getting closer to the edge. Her, hair, her eyes, her smile, those lips, those gorgeous lips that taunted me with pleas for me to take it. Take her and be her first.

"Shit" I curse, my hand having a mind of it's own as it picks up the pace, bringing me higher and higher until I tip over. Her name attached to a string of curses, dying to be able to praise her for how good she is to me. How good she would be for me.

Turning the shower water to cold I quickly wash my hair and body and try to erase the memory of what I just did. I know that I don't have the time to do it again and from the way I fucking came so hard I don't think I would be able to live it down if I let that happen again just from the memory of her alone.

Getting out of the shower and checking the time I'm grateful to see that I don't have to worry about having been too loud since there's still an hour or so before she's due back.

Even if she did hear me I wouldn't give a fuck. I know she knows that I'm attracted to her and oh what a conversation starter that would be....

~~~~~

Things were weird when she came home and dinner was even weirder. As I watch her head upstairs after saying goodnight I go over our various conversations today.

When she came home she didn't have her bags with her like she always does. She brings her purse and her laptop bag in every single day so the sight of her walking in without them could only mean one thing.

She definitely heard me in the shower today. Fuck, I know I said that I wouldn't care if she heard me but now after seeing the way she was acting tonight I can't help but wonder if I messed up.

She's a fucking virgin and she walks in today, exhausted from work and the first thing she hears is a grown man moaning and fantasizing about her in the shower.

I should've been more careful. Fuck I shouldn't have done it at all.

After going round and round and cursing at myself for scaring her off I decide it's time to head to bed. There's no use staying up if I'm just gonna stress out about how I fucked up. Not like I can go back and change things now.

~~~~~~

Tossing and turning is added to the act of scolding myself, the act of having gone to bed not making things any better like I had thought. In fact it's made things worse.

Fuck if I had no sense of self respect I would do it all over again but I can't. I need to make things right by her. I need to apologize.

Against my best efforts I'm not able to drift of to sleep in the slightest so I decide to get a glass of water downstairs and take a breather to hopefully aide in making these doubts find their way out but right when I open my door I hear noises coming from her room.

I slowly walk towards it, thinking that she might've left the TV on or something I stop in my tracks, the roles definitely having been reversed now as I hear her breathy moans, unlike me trying her best to stay quiet.

I wish she would get louder. I wish I could have her screaming and moaning my name so loud that even the neighbors can hear it.

"Jungkook please" are the words I had only dreamed of hearing from her, her melodic voice dripping with need and I can tell she's so desperate to cum. She sounds adorable, but I bet she'll start to get frustrated soon. Upset that her fingers are too small to do the job.

"Fuck!" I hear fall from her lips, making me want to fall to my knees.

I never knew she would have such a dirty mouth. I fucking wish I could watch her as she comes undone and as her whines get louder I decide to place my hand on the door knob and twist it open. One little peek won't do any harm.

With the way I'm planning on fighting for her she'll be showing me a lot more than just a small glance like this soon enough.

"Jungkook please" she begs again as I crack the door open. 'Fuck it I can't handle this' I think to myself and take in sight the sight in front of me. Her silhouette alone making me dizzy. The way she pinches her erect nipples and whines as she no doubt plays with her clit making me want to worship the ground she walks on.

"Please what Bunny?" I chance, watching the guilt of me catching her, no doubt scaring her beyond belief but I press on nonetheless. "M-mr. Jeon?" she stutters, the scare making her go back to using formalities again.

She's so fucking pretty.

"Come on Darling, you know better than that. Now what were you saying? Jungkook please? Please what Bun?" I say, slowly walking towards her, going around the bed to sit on the side closest to her and she pulls the sheet up to cover herself, scared and unsure of what to do.

"What would you like me to do for you baby?" I say when I finally sit down, the bed dipping under my weight and watching as she scoots over, not to get away from me but to make room which pleases me greatly.

"Look at how cute you are. Confident enough to moan my name while I'm sleeping just a few doors down but now that you've been caught you can't even say a word. But you sounded so pretty Darling. Can you say it again for me?" I taunt, chancing a kiss under her ear and when I feel all of her muscles relax at my touch I know I've got her.

"Come on Bunny, I know you know how to use your words" I whisper, my mouth practically on her ear garnering a shiver from her in response.

"P-please Jungkook" she chokes out, almost as if she was scared of the sound of her own voice. "Please what Darling?" I say, ghosting my lips all along her neck, breathing in that intoxicating scent I know so well but drowning in the intensity of it coming directly from the source.

The things I would do to ruin her right here, right now. But I need to be patient, need to bide my time and work for her. We might be rushing things now but neither of us can stand another moment of this game we've been playing.

"Please let me cum" she whines and I could climax alone from the look she's giving me. Her pink cheeks and the way her eyes are glossing over, seconds from shedding those beautiful crystal tears has me so mesmerized by her.

"Would you like me to help you cum Princess?" I say, pushing a stray strand of hair off her face but I notice that her tears have started to fall more freely and I get worried that I've misread this situation.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I can walk right out of here and we can pretend that nothing ever happened" I say, reassuring her that this is all up to her. I'm here to take care of her, only if she'll let me.

"Please help me cum" she pleads, another tear falling on her cheek. If the words that just fell from her lips weren't as dirty as they were I would've wanted to hold her and tell her everything's gonna be okay. Instead I catch that glimmering tear that's fallen and caress her cheek, gauging her reactions before doing anything else.

"Lay down for me yeah?" I say, kissing her forehead and guiding her back down, wanting her to be as comfortable as possible. 'Fuck she's gorgeous' I say to myself as I study everything there is about her.

"Can I kiss you Bunny?" I ask her and she nods her head almost instantly, her enthusiasm beyond endearing to me. I lean down but stop just shy of her lips, reminding her what she needs to do for me to continue.

"Use your words Darling" I whisper, my lips just a breath away and when she tells me 'Yes' I can just feel the desperation hidden behind those words and I can't help but smile before kissing her, this time softly, as though if I were to do much more that she would break in my arms.

I fill it with longing, showing her how much I want this, want her.

Not long after I started kissing her does she start to squirm around, begging for more and I detach our lips, laughing against hers before kissing her again, taking away her chance to answer right away.

"Can I take this off?" I question, toying with the thin piece of fabric that's keeping me from her, already being able to see her hard nipples rubbing against the sheet. She nods and I get up just enough to pull it off completely, drinking in the sight of her laying bare for me.

As I take my time studying ever line and curve of her, committing it all the memory my eyes are brought to the sight of her pressing her thighs together and I can tell she's been aching to be touched like this for so long.

"You want me to touch you?" I ask, ghosting my fingers along her skin that's warm to the touch and I feel her shiver from the chill I no doubt caused her. She chokes out a 'Please' holding herself back from making too much noise and I can't help but smile at her efforts. I'm sure she knows though that that's the exact opposite of what I want from her but I let her be this time.

"Open your legs for me Princess" I say, gently guiding them apart with one hand while the other dances along her stomach, falling in love with her reaction from simple touches like this.

"Were you just using your fingers baby?" I ask, tracing along her torso and touching every inch of skin I dare to travel just yet. She nods and I can see how her chest is rising, breathing picking up no doubt from excitement and it takes everything in me to stifle back a smirk.

"Want me to use mine?" I tempt and she nods enthusiastically but I take my time. Tracing patterns on her inner thighs, I watch as she squirms until finally I run a finger through her damp folds, restraining myself from moaning at the feeling. She takes in a sharp breath at the sensation of my cold fingers playing with her and I smile at the reaction.

"Baby was all wet just thinking about me huh?" I taunt and she nods her head, being so honest with me, her eyes closed and getting lost in the feeling, a little shy though about admitting it.

"Can I ask you a question Darling?" I ask needing to know the answer, no matter how embarrassed she might be. She stutters out a 'Yes' when I start to circle my finger around her clit and I know I won't be able to get her voice out of my head.

"Did you hear me earlier today when I was in the shower?" I ask and her whole body stiffens for a second, her doe eyes wide with fright again and I let out a dry chuckle, getting all the information I need from that alone.

"I noticed that you didn't bring your bags in from your car like you normally do and when I was walking out of my room I saw that your door was open and your bags were already inside. Meaning that you were probably in the house before I first saw you. Isn't that right Princess?" I continue and when I push my fingers inside her her back arches and he moans out another 'Yes' lost in the feeling of being touched like this.

"Fuck, yes!" she moans out, louder than she has before and I know I've hit it just right. "You like that? You like it when I touch you like that?" I growl out. I can't stop myself, I need more of her so I quench my thirst by biting down on her collarbone, kissing and licking the skin making her arch up into me even more.

Trailing kisses down her chest I stop for a second, taking in the sight of her breast right in front of me and I glance up at her, asking for permission. "Yes Jungkook please" she groans and I push my fingers in further, dragging hard against her walls as I take one of her nipples into my mouth. Wanting to hear more from her and knowing just how to get it.

Her moans fall more freely and I can't helps but increase the pressure. "You make such pretty noises Darling" I praise, the sound of her voice a beautiful sinful melody. Switching over to the other nipple after I take my time savoring the first one, licking it one more time, smiling at the sight of leaving it puffy and wet, evidence of how much I've been dying to taste her.

I do the same with the other one as she clenches around my fingers, making me take note of another thing she likes.

"Does baby like getting praised? Do you like it when I tell you how pretty you look while you're under me?" I taunt and receive another clench in return, solidifying what I already knew and I can tell by the way her walls start to flutter around my fingers that she's already close.

She moans and mewls and babbles out the pretties sounds none of them making any more sense than the other. All I can focus on is the way she says my name over and over in the midst of the confusion and I can't wait for the day I have her screaming my name.

I watch as she loses herself, not even realizing that she's started to fuck herself on my fingers, riding them all on her own. I can't wait for her to ride me, fuck I know she would be so good at it.

As her face contorts in pleasure she begs to cum I can't help but smile, trying to figure out how the fuck I got so lucky.

"That's it Bunny, just like that" I praise, guiding her through it all and making sure she tips over that edge, writhing and moaning beneath me and as she's just about to cum undone she grabs the back of my neck and smashes her lips against mine, making me swallow her adorable little whines and and screams of pleasure.

Baby was so nervous of how loud she would be that she just decided to make me swallow all her cries. Next time though she won't be getting away with that. She'll be screaming and begging for me to make her cum and I'll watch her, watch her fall apart knowing I'm the only one that's given her this much pleasure.

I continue fucking my fingers inside of her over and over again helping her ride out her high and only stop once her cries of overstimulation start to fall from her lips.

"You did so well Princess" I say, brushing the tears off her cheek, enjoying the glazed over look in her eye. "You did so good for me" I praise again and take note of the freshly fucked state she's in as she hums happily, slowly drifting off to sleep.

I chuckle at the sight of her and stand up to get a warm damp towel to clean her up. Watching over her as she lets out cute little whimpers at the feeling.

I throw the towel in the laundry basket and leave to go open the door to the guest bedroom down the hall and turn down the blankets so I can place her right under them as soon as she hits the mattress.

I head back into her room and gently scoop her up in my arms, smiling as she cuddles into me even in her unconscious state before placing her down moments later on the cool clean sheets.

I watch as she moves around, turning on her side and snuggling into the blanket to get comfortable and my heart melts at the scene. "Goodnight Bunny" I say to her softly, placing a kiss on her forehead and leaving the room, closing the door silently behind me.

I look down at the state I'm in and take note of the full tent I have in my sweats and curse at the sight of it. I head back into my room and close the door behind me, stripping out of my clothes, knowing that I need to take a shower again.

This time cold. Very cold.

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POV: AUSTIN BUTLER IS IN LOVE

(AND DOESN’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT)

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enews Love is in the air! Austin Butler and his girlfriend shared the sweetest reunion outside the airport 😭 more photos at the link in bio

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- WANNA BE YOURS -

- Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)

-Warnings: Some swearing, kissing (making out again lmao), angsty Matt, I think that’s it?; NOT PROOFREAD

-About: Matt’s attitude has been getting worse around you. You, the triplets, and Madi go to a birthday party to celebrate a friend of a friend. At the party, you decide to talk to him about it there but it turns into a nerve-wracking love confession.

(Y/N’s POV):

“CHRIS!! CHRISSSS!!! CHRI-” Nick yelled until he was interrupted.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP NICK JESUS. Just go downstairs and get him.” Matt clapped back, annoyed.

We were all getting ready to go to a friend’s birthday party. I didn’t really know him all that well but Matt, Chris, and Nick were friends of friends.

“Is this fine?” I said, walked downstairs from Nick’s room.

“Girl you look so fine my goodness” Madi responded in awe.

“Yeah, you look great” Matt said with a quickness.

Matt had been acting weird around me for weeks now. Almost like he was annoyed with me all the time. I tried to talk to Nick about it, but he just said maybe Matt just needs space from his friends.

“Anyway, we need to get in the car and go.” Nick announced while dragging Chris up the stairs.

We got in the car, Matt and Chris up front, Madi and I in the middle row, and Nick in the way back.

“Hey Chris can you take my phone and take a picture of all of us for my Snapchat story?” I asked.

“Yeah of course-” Chris started but was cut off.

“I don’t wanna be in it” Matt mumbled.

“Oh… well can you just make sure to not get Matt in it then?” I responded, obviously a little worried.

Chris took the picture and handed my phone back as we pulled up in front of the house.

Matt quickly opened his door and started walking to the front door. This was unlike him. He always wanted someone by his side.

“Matt!” I yelled, hopping out of the car.

He turned around, didn’t say anything, and walked in.

“Is he acting strange to you guys?” I asked everyone.

“I mean. He only acts like this when you’re around, no offense, but maybe he’s upset with you. Why don’t you go talk to him?” Nick said, patting my back.

We walked into the party, went our separate ways, and I immediately started searching for Matt.

“Madi! Have you seen Matt anywhere??” I yelled over loud music across the kitchen.

“No, I thought you had found him. I can keep an eye out.” Madi said walking towards me.

“Okay. I’m just worried and I don’t know why he’s mad at me.” I said, almost tearing up.

“I don’t think he’s mad at you, I just think you guys might have been around each other too much.” Madi responded with a quickness.

I left Madi with her other friends to search the house for Matt. After not being able to find him for 30 minutes, I decided to take a breath of fresh air.

I opened up the sliding door to the back yard, and low and behold guess who was there, sitting in a chair playing Pokémon Go.

Matt.

I walked over and sat next to him in the matching outdoor chair.

“Matt.” I said firmly.

“Yes?” He responded, not taking an eye off his phone.

“Matt, put your phone away for two seconds.” I begged him.

He groaned, turned his phone off, and slid it into his back pocket.

“We need to address the elephant in the room.” I joked, trying to lighten the situation.

“Last time I checked, there were no animals here.” He said annoyed while getting up from his chair and making his way back into the house.

“Matt, please.” I responded, grabbing his jacket sleeve.

He pulled away and walked into the house.

“He’s never gonna open up is he?” I heard Chris say from behind me.

“Dude I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I did.” I said, tears filling my eyes.

“Hey, hey-” Chris spoke, grabbing my hands to hold. “I just think Matt has a lot of new feelings that he doesn’t know how to control.” He continued.

“What do you mean?” I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes before they ruined my makeup.

“Don’t you see the way he looks at you? The way he searches for you in a crowded room? The way your smile can bring a smile to his face too? Everything. It’s so obvious.” Chris giggled.

“What’s obvious?” I questioned.

“Oh my God, y/n. Matt likes you. He’s in love with you. It’s SO obvious.” Chris said, grabbing my shoulders and shaking them.

“What- no. He does all of that because we’re friends-” I started but was cut off by Chris.

“Y/n if you don’t get your ass in there and talk to him I’m gonna grab the microphone out of Larray’s hand and announce to everyone that you have a crushy crush on Matt.” He said firmly.

“How do you know????” I screeched.

“Know what- YOU DO LIKE MATT?? I was just joking but it’s true?!? Me and Nick placed a bet on this!” Chris joked excitedly.

“Jesus Chris I’ll be back.” I scoffed.

I walked back inside and found Matt, leaning up against a wall.

“Matt we need to talk. Really.” I said, grabbing his hand.

“Now?” He said in annoyance.

“Yes now.” I responded back.

I pulled him upstairs into a quiet room where no one else was. We stood by the foot of the bed as I continued.

“I don’t know why you are acting like this but you need to tell me now.” I said.

Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys started playing over the loud speaker down stairs. The music flooded through the house. “Oh no” I thought to myself.

“Y/n-” Matt started but I cut him off.

“Actually you know what. Let me go first. Matt. I like you. I love you actually. I have ever since we met. That’s why this is bothering me so incredibly much and I just want you to tell me what’s going on because I care about you and-” I started to tear up but was cut off by Matt’s lips against mine.

“I just wanna be yours” Matt pulled back.

“Matt this isn’t time to be singing a fucking song. I miss my best friend-” I said, shocked before I was cut off once again.

“Well you can miss your best friend some more because I don’t wanna be that anymore.” Matt started.

“What do you mean?” I said, oblivious.

“I mean, I want to be your boyfriend. I want to be yours. Just like Alex Turner is saying in this song-” he continued.

“You know Alex Turner…?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter-” he said before I interrupted.

“Wait- is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” I asked.

“Well if I couldn’t make it any more obvious.” He smirked, grabbing my waist and pulling me in.

His lips fit perfectly in mine like they were meant to stay that way forever.

He pushed me up against the door as he pulled back to catch his breath, but I ran my fingers through his hair and deepened the kiss.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, but was really about a minute long.

“So you aren’t mad at me?” I pulled back.

“Why would I be?” He said out of breath.

“Well I-” I spoke before being interrupted.

“I could never be upset with my beautiful girl.” He said, smiling into me eyes.

Butterflies swarmed my stomach as he pulled me back in for one more, soft kiss.

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A/n: I love this song. I hope you all enjoyed. Thank you so so much for 250 notes on my last Matt fic. I’m glad y’all liked it. Lmk what y’all wanna see next, I’m always open to ideas!

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daddyslilchickenfingers2 · 5 months

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Slutmas Day 8

Whiny Bitch (Matt)

Request: None but @sturnphilia wanted this reposted a few weeks ago

Warnings: Mommy kink, sub Matt, edging, lots of whining, degradation, begging

“Since you wanna be a whiny little whore, I’m gonna have to force you to shut up”

Matt’s Pov

Within the last few months, my girlfriend Y/n and I have been experimenting more in the bedroom, we tried different kinky things to figure out what we like and what we don’t. Something I was skeptical about trying was me being submissive, it was a suggestion brought up by Chris to try because his girlfriend dommed him and he said it was a crazy experience. Y/n and I had decided to try it and now it’s something we do quite often as we both really like it.

I never thought I’d like being a sub, but something about Y/n being on top and in charge is just so intriguing to me. She hasn’t really been too rough on me like I usually am to her, I really do want to experience being treated more aggressively though. Sure she’s roughly pulled my hair, called me names, praised me, and made me beg for her, but I want more. I want her to choke me, edge me, hit me, use toys, degrade me, tie me up, overstimulate me, you know just be more rough overall. I’m kind of scared to ask her though because what if she thinks I’m weird or isn’t into it, what am I supposed to do then?

The last few days I’ve been acting kind of bratty, in hopes of being punished. I’ve been mostly back-talking, not listening, being super clingy, and acting rude. I know Y/n is going to realize something is up because I don’t normally act like this, I just hope she punished me for being a brat. She’s clearly getting fed up with me since she’s been really snappy and short-tempered so hopefully, she’s going to crack soon.

Y/n’s Pov

I know all about Matt’s little plan to piss me off, and I’m going to make him pay. We had just gotten back from the mall and the whole time Matt was being so annoying and touchy. I walked up to my room pretending to be mad at him, making him follow me, not liking that I was angry. “Y/n/nnn, why are you so maddd” he whined, I quickly turned around and grabbed his wrists.

I slammed him against the wall, “Why am I so mad!? Maybe because you’ve been acting like a fucking brat all week!” I aggressively said in his face. Matt let out a small whimper to reinforce that he liked being pinned to the wall, “Lay on the bed, take off your clothes” I ordered him. He immediately started getting undressed and was about to take off his boxers when I stopped him, “Keep your boxers on for me baby” I told him as I pushed him back on the bed.

I started leaving teasing kisses up and down his neck and chest making him whine before I pulled away and stood up. I slowly and teasingly got undressed leaving my panties on and moved back onto the bed, straddling Matt’s lap. “C-Can I touch you?” he asked me sweetly but whined loudly when I told him no, “No, you’ve been a fucking brat all week” “B-But, please!? Wanna touch you so bad mommy!” he cried out. “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before acting like a fucking needy whore” I told him as I roughly pulled his hair to move his head back to start sucking hickies onto his neck.

Matt started writhing beneath me, trying to get some friction against his cock as he went to grab my hips. “Keep your hands to yourself, or else I’m gonna have to tie you up. Understood?” I gripped his jaw roughly as I spoke. “Yes mommy, I-I understand” he whined as he put his hands behind his back, “Good boy, stay just like that” I praised him. I got off of Matt’s lap and settled between his legs, kissing up his thighs and teasing his clothed cock by lightly running my fingers across it.

Matt was a whiny mess as I continued to tease him, never fully touching his cock but giving it enough attention to where it would leave him wanting more. His whining was getting louder and I knew that Chris and Nick would most likely hear him if they came upstairs. “Matt, shut the fuck up! Your brothers are going to hear you whining like a bitch!” I sternly told him, “C-Can’t! You’re teasing m-me, just need you to t-touch my cock!” he loudly whined again.

I gave his cock a hard squeeze making him moan before I slid my panties off, “Since you wanna be a whiny little whore, I’m gonna have to force you to shut up” I told him as I grabbed his jaw. Matt whimpered loudly as I fully sat on his lap again and gripped his jaw tighter, “Open” I instructed him. Not wanting to get in any more trouble Matt complied, immediately opening his mouth. Taking him by surprise, I shoved my balled up panties into his mouth causing muffled whimpering to fall out of his mouth.

I felt his cock twitch and his hips buck up and he tightly squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on my panties. I got off of his lap to go back to teasing him and I was shocked to see a large wet patch on his grey boxers. Matt nearly busted an entire load when I shoved my panties into his mouth but had managed to stop himself. I pressed down on the wet patch as his tip was beneath it causing his eyes to shoot open and his hips to buck up. Matt started shaking his head no when I did so, due to him being sensitive and he knew I’d get mad if he were to cum right now.

“Awe, did you really almost cum in your pants like a horny preteen?” I mocked him causing his cheeks to turn a deep shade of pink as he closed his eyes again. “Open your fucking eyes Matthew!” I raised my voice at him a bit, not liking that he kept closing his eyes. A muffled, displeased whine could be heard from him as he didn’t like when I called him by his full name while domming him. I saw some tears well up in his eyes from both desperation and him being upset, thinking I was genuinely mad at him.

I moved some hair out of his eyes before slightly stroking his jaw, loving the little beard he had going on. “You wanna be a good boy for me Matty?” I asked him sweetly, not wanting him to cry or actually be upset. Matt erratically shook his head yes, wanting to be a good boy and get praised. “Yeah? You wanna be mommy’s good boy, huh? Well, you’re gonna let me suck you off and you’re not gonna cum. If you cum, you’re gonna make this a whole lot worse, okay?” I told causing him to let out another muffled whine.

I moved so I was in between his legs again and slowly pulled down his boxers before discarding them somewhere in my room. I groaned at the sight of Matt’s cock, it was so hard with a very prominent vein protruding on the underside, the head an angry red and had a little bit of cum smeared across it from earlier. His cock now laid flat against his stomach dripping precum, Matt wriggled uncomfortably as I gazed at his throbbed cock. “Look at you Matty, I haven’t even really touched you yet and you’re already such a mess” I fake pouted at him, he then moved one hand from behind his back to point at my panties in his mouth.

I got the hint that he wanted to speak so I pulled them out for a second, “What is it baby?” I asked a bit confused. Matt swallowed hard, scared I’d be mad at him for wanting to speak, “P-Please touch me m-mommy, it hurts! Need you to t-touch me so b-bad!” he stuttered out in a raspy, whiny voice. I just simply nodded before shoving the panties back into his mouth, making his cock twitch. Moving back to my previous position, I slowly took his cock in my hand, teasingly jerking him off at a slow pace.

Matt unintentionally thrusted his hips up for more friction and his eyes yet again went wide and were full of tears threatening to spill. “It’s okay baby, I know you didn’t mean to do that, you’re just really sensitive. Still being my good boy though” I told him softly knowing this was something new to him, not being able to speak or cum. He blinked away the tears and started breathing heavily when I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock, moaning as I tasted the small amount of cum on it. I dipped my tongue into his slit before fully deep throating him, sliding my tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock on my way up.

I did that a few more times, immediately pulling off when I heard his breathing get heavier and felt his cock twitch. Matt looked at me confused, “I told no cumming, remember?” I reminded him, “At least not until I say so” I quickly added so he knew there would be a reward for being a good boy. I started placing kisses across his thighs before moving up to his stomach, then his chest. I decided to try something else that was new and moved my mouth towards his nipple.

Matt’s Pov

This is exactly what I wanted, for Y/n to be more dominant and demanding, I just wish she would be a bit more aggressive. Just when I was about to cum she pulled off, leaving my cock hard and aching for more. She started kissing my thighs as I was catching my breath before moving up towards my stomach. I was taken by such when I felt her mouth make contact with my left nipple, this was definitely something new, I swear I could’ve cum on the spot when she started sucking on it, lightly flicking her tongue across my nipple as it hardened.

I so badly wanted to just tangle my fingers in her hair, yearning for some kind of stability but I held myself back. Y/n/n switched nipples, giving my right one the same amount of attention before pulling back and smiling. I knew the smile was from my muffled whimpers, whines, and moans as well as me moving below her. She kissed back down my body until she got to my cock, immediately deep throating me once again and let me just say, it felt amazing.

I felt myself getting close to the edge again and I know that Y/n knew that but she kept sucking. She tightened her lip around me and harshly sucked before pulling off with a pop. When she pulled off, I felt a lot of precum drip out of me and almost came. I didn’t even realize I was crying from being denied of my orgasm twice already until Y/n’s hands came up to cup my face and wipe my tears away. She gently stroked one of my cheeks while using the other hand to move my hair out of my face while she sat on my thigh. She moaned when I moved my leg a bit, causing my cock to twitch as I also felt her wetness drip onto my thigh. I was loving the way I could make mommy feel good without even trying.

Y/n’s Pov

After denying Matt of his orgasm for a second time, I looked up to see him crying in frustration. I instantly straddled his right thigh and wiped away the tears, I was about to say something when he moved his leg, causing me to let out a quiet moan. Matt’s eyes immediately met mine, his pupils were blown out in admiration and lust, but I could still see the pretty blue that surrounded them. Biting my lip, I experimentally rolled my hips forward on his thigh, lightly moaning at the feeling. I started grinding myself onto his thigh as the pressure felt amazing on my clit, biting back the moans threatening to spill out of my mouth.

Before I knew it I was cumming all over Matt’s thigh, biting down on his shoulder to stifle my moans. When I came down from my high I pulled back to look at Matt, who was already looking at me with widened eyes. I gave him a sheepish smile before kissing his cheek, “Look at that baby, you made mommy cum by just sitting here being a good boy. How does that make you feel, being used as mommy’s little toy?” I stated as he blushed heavily. I yet again went to suck his cock, this time I scooped up my cum off his thigh and used it as lube to jerk him off a bit.

Matt kept unintentionally pushing his hips up due to him being sensitive from being teased and denied of two orgasms. He was looking down at me with wide eyes, almost as if he was pleading with me to do something more to punish him for moving his hips. After jerking him off for a few minutes I started sucking on his cock again, but not fully taking in all the way in. Matt thrusted his hip up purposely this time causing me to gag on his cock, I slapped his thigh harshly and pulled off for a second. I sent him a warning look “Don’t do that Matt, you’ll regret it!” I scolded him, causing a loud, yet muffled groan to be pulled from the back of his throat.

I went back down to suck him off, going at an excruciatingly slow, teasing pace. I knew he was already close again after being edged twice and just as I was about to pull off to tell him it was okay to cum, his hands moved from behind his back to thread through my hair. He started slowly moving my head before I ripped his hands out of my hair and sat up, straddling his right thigh again. I had both of his wrists in my hand, pinned to his chest, as he closed his eyes tightly. “What did I tell you Matthew!? Keep your hands to your fucking self!” I yelled at him, not caring about the tears slipping past his closed eyelids.

Matt let out a muffled and choked sob, resulting in me pulling the panties from his mouth and throwing them somewhere behind me. I instantly replaced the panties with two of my fingers, not wanting to hear his pathetic apology. I knew Matt wanted me to be rougher with him so I knew that he wasn’t actually upset about what was happening, he was only crying because he was scared I wasn’t going to let him cum. I aggressively let go of his wrists and they just limply fell to his sides. “You know, I was about to tell you that you could cum before you did that but now I think I’m just gonna leave you here and get myself off while you watch” I said, causing another choked son to be let out around my fingers.

The tears were streaming down his face but he still had his eyes closed, not daring to look at me. “Open your eyes” I instructed him, he slowly complied but immediately looked anywhere but at me. “Look at me Matt” I told him but he completely ignored me and started sucking on my fingers instead. I decided to try one more new thing tonight, I pulled my fingers out of his mouth with a pop before wrapping my hand around his throat, “I said to look at me Matthew” I aggressively said at the same time. Matt let out a loud moan, neither of us caring if Nick or Chris heard it, and made eye contact with me.

Matt cried out in a shakey yet raspy voice, “N-No more Matthew! Just w-wanna be Matty! Wanna be your g-good boy-y, ‘m s-sorry mommy!” I did feel a bit bad, but he deserved it for not listening. I let out a sigh and stopped choking him to wipe away his tears once again, “Are you gonna be a good boy and listen now baby?” I asked in a softer tone. Matt let out a little sniffle before nodding his head, “Y-Yes mommy. Wanna be a g-good boy ‘m gonna listen and ‘m sorry. C-Can I make it u-up to you? I’ll eat you out f-for as long as you want” he said shyly. I giggled at his cuteness before playing a sweet kiss onto his lips, lightly tugging his hair in the process, making him moan into the kiss.

I pulled away and moved to straddle his lap instead of just one thigh, “I appreciate the offer Matty but all I really want right now is for you to be inside of me” I said with a smirk. Matt eagerly nodded his head in agreement before putting his hands behind his back again. “Don’t cum without my permission, wait until I tell you to, okay?” I stated, “Okay mommy” he agreed. I started to slowly grind on his cock, spreading my wetness across it, “Oh m-mommy, you’re so wet!” Matt whined out. I lined up his cock with my whole before slowly sinking all the down onto his cock.

Matt let out a loud moan, resulting in me choking him again as I started to bounce up and down on his cock. “Shhh Matty, we don’t want to get caught” I said to him, Matt just whined and looked at me with a fucked out expression. His eyes kept trailing down to look at my boobs but would quickly move his focus back to my face, “You wanna touch ‘em Matty?” I asked him in a teasing tone. He let out a high pitch whine and started nodding his head, “P-Please! C-Can I?” he begged me but was disappointed when I said no. Matt was squirming beneath me and got upset when I started playing with my own nipples while riding him a bit faster.

“If you were a good boy, these could be your hands Matty” I teased, arching my back a bit so my boobs were closer to his face. “No! No, I am your good boy! Promise I am! I-I didn’t mean to be a bad boy! Really didn’t mean it ‘m sorry mommy!” he said loudly in an extremely whiny voice. I took my hands off my boobs, pulling his hair with one and choking him with the other. I got closer to his face as he whispered “Shhh baby, you need to be quiet” I said softly before kissing him. Matt moaned into the kiss as he had been craving the feeling the feeling of my lips on his again.

I removed my hands from around his throat and hair, placing them onto his shoulders and speeding up my movements. “M-Mommy! Can I cum? P-Please, can’t hold it much longer! Gonna h-haaave an a-accident!” Matt cried, trying his best not to cum deep inside me. “Not yet baby, soon though. I’m so close Matty, just a little bit longer. I know you can hold it for me” I told him, now dropping the aggressive and demanding tone. Matt was letting out very loud moans at this point so there was absolutely no way Chris and Nick didn’t know what we were doing. “I’ll try” he moaned while wriggling beneath me, accidentally bucking his hips up and hitting my g-spot, helping me get closer to my high.

“F-Fingers” I heard Matt mumbled making me confused, “What?” I asked back. “F-Fingers. Want your fingers in my mouth, please” this time it was my turn to whine as that sentence went straight to my core. I put two fingers into Matt’s mouth and watch him eagerly suck on them like his life depended on it. He held eye contact with me as he did so and kept whining around my fingers. I felt his cock twitch, resulting in him looking at me with pleading eyes as he was about to cum. His hips started to thrust up to meet mine and after he few more seconds I pulled my fingers out of his mouth.

I brought one of my hands up to his hair, pulling his head back a little, while the other one gripped onto his shoulder. “Oh Fuck Matty, ‘m gonna cum! You’re been such a good b- fuck- boy for me! O-Open your mouth” I moaned. I spit into his mouth before I started cumming around his cock, Matt let out a high pitched whine as my walls started to squeeze him. “Be a good boy and cum for me Matty” I whispered into his ear as I did my best to keep fucking him through my own orgasms. Matt let out loud moans and cries as he started to cum, unable to control his own body at this point. His hands moved from behind his back to tightly grip my hips, causing me to whimper at the slight discomfort from his nails digging into my skin.

“OH FUCK! MHM SHIT- MOMMY! THANK YOU MOMMY! THANK YOU! FUCK SO GOOD MOMMY!” Matt basically screamed out as he came. Almost immediately I was filled up with his cum and it started spilling out onto his balls and thighs. He stopped my movements when he started to get overstimulated, thighs shaking below me from his intense orgasm. I looked down at Matt while we both slowed down our breathing and let me just say, he looked so pretty like this. His hair was a mess, a few tears that came out of his closed eyes adorned his blotchy pink cheeks, lips swollen and red from biting on them, he looked perfect.

I caught my breath before Matt did so I started playing with his hair for a bit until he too caught his breath. He opened his eyes and started looking at me, I wiped away his tears and gave him a small smile. “You okay baby?” I asked, wanting to make sure I didn’t go too hard on him. Matt nodded, “Mmm, tired” he mumbled before puckering up his lips, I leaned in to give him a sweet kiss. “We gotta get cleaned up handsome, I’m gonna have to pull off now” I spoke softly and I started to get off his cock, more cum dripping out onto his now softened cock and thighs. Matt whimpered as the cold air hit his spent cock while I stood up. I went to go help Matt up so we could go take a shower but he pulled his hands back, “Shower in the morning, too tired” he complained. I let out a sigh but agreed anyways, walking into my bathroom to clean myself up before returning with a warm washcloth to clean up Matt.

I started wiping the cum off his thighs before moving onto his cock and balls, causing him to whimper from the sensitivity. “I know, I’m sorry baby” I soothed him before throwing the washcloth into the hamper, I then got myself dressed in a pajama shirt and shorts. I went over to a drawer full of clothes I’ve stolen from Matt and grabbed a pair of boxers and a shirt, helping him stand up and get dressed. “Sorry I got your sheets dirty mommy” he pouted, making me smile due to how cute he always his after being dommed. Matt usually doesn’t stay in a subspace for long after we’re done having sex but I had a feeling tonight he was going to be in one until we fell asleep. “It’s okay my love. C’mon let’s go sleep in your room” I said while grabbing his hand. We made our way downstairs and Matt immediately made a displeased noise and started blushing.

“Oh mommyyyyy, I’m your good boy!” “Fuck mommy! Thank you mommy!” both Chris and Nick mocked him simultaneously. “Oh shut up, leave him alone. Don’t act like you sound any less pathetic in bed with your girlfriend Chris!” I yelled at the other two brothers. Flipping them off, I walked us both to the kitchen to get some water before heading into Matt’s room. We sat down on his bed and he started pouting again, “They’re mean” he whined, making me laugh a bit. “I know baby, they’re just jealous that you’re the most handsome triplet” I said, making him blush and pull me closer for a hug.

“Am I really?” “Of course you are Matty, you’re the sweetest, most caring, and the most handsome boy on this planet” I replied before placing a kiss on his lips. “And a good boy too, right?” he asked in a small voice, making me smile. “Yes Matty, a very good boy. I love you, baby” I told him, “I love you too, can we sleep now ‘m so tired” he mumbled into my neck. “Yes we can, goodnight baby” I kissed his head and turned the LEDs off, “G’night mommy” he replied. Within a few minutes, I heard Matt softly snoring making me smile before drifting off to sleep as well. All I could think about was how lucky I was to have Matt in my life, he honestly really is the love of my life.

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colour me in: letters from the heart | jjk

Summary: You’re a maze without an exit – there’s not a single way out of you, no end to the madness you inflict on his fragile heart. You keep going on, and on, and on.

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: fwb/f2l, fake dating; suggestive, angst, fluff ➳ warnings: heartbreak, coping, flashbacks, full jk pov!, good friends, tae is amazing, confessions, bottled up feelings, tears, fears, past secrets, mood changes, jk kinda a dumbass, pining, yearning, Art ✨, a birthday; kissing/making out, mentions of sex, brief sex, groping, oc is cute and i love her. the ENDING!! ➳ word count: 17k rip ➳ a/n: here gooooes. not sure when the next update is gonna be, since school started, so please indulge in this for now and definitely lemme know what you think! this one was a challenge, so i hope you like it :’) parts beta’d by my wonderful kitten @missgeniality <33 ➳ a/n2: the chapter begins with the night of their confession, as narrated in cmi6/silhouettes! the first few scenes are flashbacks, but from his pov. ➳ listen to: angels like you by miley cyrus | full (collaborative) playlist 🤍

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The sudden rain wasn’t part of the plan, but Jungkook certainly doesn’t mind its presence.

When the summer drizzle turns into a downpour, people around him bolt into various directions, seeking the first best shelter.

Not Jungkook.

He’s still trapped in place, eyes glued on something entirely different. The shower raining down onto his shoulders, seeping through his shirt doesn’t bother him. The discomfort is quiet compared to the ecstasy that girds his mind.

Soft hands are clutching his shirt. A vibrant smile that cures his fragile heart, big eyes gaping into his. Anticipating, gentle. The emotions swimming in those innocent pupils are pure, unbridled.

And the words previously exchanged came from deep within, uttered quietly. Their authenticity enhances with each of his chuckles; it feels like the bubble of joy is widening and drenching the world in its effect.

Everything, the people, the air, the moon, look and feel happy.

Jungkook’s hands grab the warm face he’s gotten used to holding; lips that he’s been craving for far too long are now suddenly touching his.

They feel sweet and delicate, as if they’re fearing he might walk away again. So he tightens his grip, leans back, and whispers, “I think it’s time to go home.”

The not-so-hidden insinuation in his words isn’t as subtle as he might think. The understanding is perfectly clear.

Because his heart levitates, ready to bleed through every sacrifice for you, when your achingly honeyed voice emphasises, “Home.”

You feel like an enchanted maze sometimes.

Magical, not just because it’s easy to lose one’s way in you, but rather because there’s no way out of you.

The littles giggles, never unpleasant, never too shrill, are captivating. The breath fanning against his bare chest, fingers running up and down his sides — hypnotising.

Everytime the feathery touch of your fingertips nears his armpit, he snickers; like a child. Thinking about it, he does feel younger with you; not that either of you is old.

But the rosy feeling beneath his chest is oddly reminiscent of how a first crush feels.

Both your bodies are still hot. The summer has nothing to do with the heat of your skins, but anything that occurred merely ten minutes prior does.

How your lips felt, and how your body felt. How you winded and sighed under him, pulling him in, kissing him deeply; absorbing everything he has, giving everything you’ve got.

There must be a limit to beauty, but he doesn’t think you know it.

Mouth agape, hands on his back, roaming his muscles until you moaned out his name. You let him split your body and soul; but that very daze he saw in your eyes is gone now.

It was still there when you looked at him with half his weight collapsed over you, heavily breathing. When you whispered tiny, incoherent things to him; unlike how you’re talking to him now.

There are a dozen facets of you, and all of them occupy a different spot in his mind.

Yet, no matter what expression you choose to sport, no matter what it hides and reveals… There’s one fact Jungkook will always be sure of.

Never, never doubt.

No one is ever going to look at him the way you do.

His exhale is shaky as his fingers sneak to the back of your neck, pressing in until you look up at him. The furrow of your eyebrows unveils your ignorance; you have no damn clue how you’re squeezing and twisting the heart beating behind his ribs.

“Ow, the hell are you doing?” you blurt, reaching behind you.

“Huh?”

His eyes expand, unaware of his minor mistake until he sees you pulling out your hair with a groan. It was stuck under your body, and his hand at the nape of your neck most likely ripped out a strand or two.

“That hurt a little,” you tell him. The crease between your eyebrows relax when you see his face, all innocent and apologetic.

“Fuck, I’m… sorry.”

He lets you lift your body a little more, helping you with your mane, and lets a wholehearted laughter slip when you scold, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

The grip that fell returns around your torso and draws you in.

An intentional mouth inches close to yours, and repeats, “I’m sorry.” And when you draw a breath, ready for another snide remark, he shakes it off as if to warn you to shut up, and emphasises, “I said I’m sorry.”

And then, your lips reconnect.

Your shoulders rise, air pulled in through your nose. Even after the abundant kisses you’ve shared today, you don’t seem used to the gesture just yet.

No surprise to Jungkook — he isn’t faring particularly better.

The tiny tilt of your head, the slow movements of your lips, fitting perfectly between his; it’s new to him, too. Catches his breath, renders his mind spinning, his body wanting.

What should he focus on the most?

How your leg wraps around him or how your waist feels under his touch? The curve of your ass or how you sneak closer without a single word of him?

Or perhaps how you cradle his face, cherishing his warmth, kissing him tenderly? The tongue that intertwines with his, soaking in the heat.

Jungkook’s heart beats in his throat, bursting into flames.

There’s an obsession you call forth. Like a drug in your breath, surrounding your being — an addiction no rehab could ever fix.

As his nails bury into your flesh, you let out soft, little sounds. They proceed, just a bit louder when he descends to your neck.

He can’t quite think when you tug at his hair, grinding into him, and he wonders why you got dressed at all when you returned from the bathroom.

The wet trail along your neck and the hand under your jaw pull one little moan out of you; a recipe to madness.

But the insanity doesn’t linger.

In fact, both of you flinch when rhythmic knocking sounds from the entrance hall, and you separate from him suddenly, a question in your eyes.

“Were you expecting someone?” you ask.

Jungkook shakes his head; his hand drops from your jaw to his sides, and he answers, “Not at all. Definitely not today.”

He leaves the bed in a hurry, quickly covering himself up and wiping the hair out of his face. You follow when he steps to the door, still adjusting his tresses.

The glimpse through the spyhole reveals close to nothing. The man waiting on the other side doesn’t possess a familiar face; but he looks fancy, prestigious, belonging to your level if anything.

He turns, shrugs his shoulders and you offer, “Lemme.”

You near the spyhole confidently. Not that you could possibly know anyone who finds their way to Jungkook’s place.

But this time, you apparently do.

And everything that happens from this point on, passes in cut sequences.

Like a picture story; details between said pictures blurred.

Perhaps it’d be better if he could erase everything entirely, though.

Like the bit where you talk to the man, revealed as your father’s driver. Or how the guy says what he needs to, babbling about more articles, freezing Jungkook’s blood and motions, tensing his muscles.

How you, dejected, with a lowered head, walk downstairs, gone for several minutes that, in truth, must be hours.

Another thing he remembers vividly, tangibly, is his heart falling. Into the deepest pits, wondering what to do, rewinding to find out how he and you got here.

And now, somehow, he’s on his couch; every passing minute fills him with unexplained dread. He could rationally convince himself that his fear is unwanted — but his heart won’t quite listen to rationals.

Everything about this is odd.

Wrong.

And when you come back and promise him that things are alright, your expressions reveal that you’re lying, and that his feeling was right.

So he doesn’t believe your reassurances anymore.

When he tells you you should leave, listening to your arguments, the hope from yesterday doesn’t emerge anymore.

And when you start crying, laying your heart in your palm, begging to let you stay, he can’t push the pain back anymore.

Your chin quivers, your eyes unbelieving. You don’t grant the tears on your cheeks any attention; your body looks defeated. And your sobs slice his lungs open.

Breathing becomes hard.

What about last night, you ask.

What about the things he said?

Wasn’t he ready to fight through it all?

Jungkook wipes the stray tear off his face, sniffling; the entirety of his insides is breaking, as though made of glass.

But you’re glass, too, and pieces of you started breaking the moment you came into his dorm. Offered the deal. Made him go along with you, made him destroy you whenever you so courageously stepped out with him.

Whenever you allowed those journalists a glimpse into your life. Whenever you lost yourself in his presence, and never acknowledged how it was him who brought the pain — who widened the gap between your parents and you.

But it’s crystal clear now, right?

It must be, even to you.

So the next bit is necessary… Isn’t it?

The silence is torture, absolute misery when his voice allows one last, gut-wrenching demand, acting as a suggestion.

“I think you should go.”

You whisper, plead, “Please, Kook…”

With a thin string still holding him together, he mutters with glassy eyes, ”Please.”

And that’s it.

Accepting defeat, you walk into his bedroom. You’re silent over there; nothing but the busy sounds of packing your things reach him. He’s dizzy, moreso when he shuts his eyelids; leans forward, his head hanging low.

A fresh sting injures all of him, worsening when you leave without a single word.

His arms wrap around his tummy to keep the pain inside — but to no avail.

Because that’s when the string finally breaks.

The emptiness arrives soon after.

In fact, the moment you walk over his threshold and out of his apartment, the ache settles in his stomach immediately.

Five days later, and nothing seems to ease. Heartbreak really lingers for so long? He can barely remember from the last time.

But this evening feels a little different. He’s not crying the way he did the past few days.

Right now, the anxious, rapid beating of his heart overweighs. Tears can’t escape when he’s trying to calm his breathing, right?

But…

The lack of said tears and the presence of this strange, uncomfortable fear doesn’t offer a better alternative to crying himself to sleep. The source of it is agonising.

Because—

His phone chimes again. Whenever your name appears on his screen, you chew away tiny pieces of him, bit by bit.

He doesn’t want to imagine you typing this. Doesn’t want to picture your expressions. Can’t see your messages anymore; all the pleading, the longing, the ellipses in your desperate sentences.

Because the truth is, that physically, you’re not here anymore. And mentally—

You [7:30PM]: Just once, please…

You never left. His heart, his mind, and his days are still filled with you.

The loneliness inflicts a deep wound, a cut reaching to his bones. And there’s no remedy in sight.

You [10:51AM]: Ok… I'm so sorry, kook. I didn’t want to hurt you

No.

And he didn’t want to wound you either.

The guilt gnawing at his heart screeches at all times. Yells for him to text you back, to at least let you know that you’re not at fault; that you never have been.

Caught amidst a vile crowd, you’re still the most apparent innocence; personified and obvious.

And you deserve to know. You really do.

Perhaps that’s why he’s here at all, even though it’s not quite right, is it?

He hinted at you to respect his decision; he was the one to throw you out with distant promises and hopes for a later. Maybe he shouldn’t foster those hopes by coming here.

Faltering will backfire; so what exactly are his feet doing?

The smartest option would be to turn around, meet Namjoon midway, and relax near a tranquil lake. Maybe whip out his brushes and a small, packable canvas, the size of a notebook; maybe he should put a sunset or duck or tree on there.

Or.

He could proceed working on what he’s planned for the exhibition.

Anything but being here.

And yet…

The glass building doesn’t feel as radiant and modern anymore. It’s opulent, but not worth admiring when it evokes the feelings it does now.

Today, it appears more like a wasteland, despite all the fancy people walking around. White collar left and right, he feels out of place — as he often would.

Jungkook looks around.

There’s no trace of you, but then again, he didn’t expect you to stroll towards him the moment he stepped in. Though it wouldn’t surprise him, he thinks — the fact that you’re a familiar existence to him came from fate or something alike, too, after all.

He recalls you usually waiting on one of the chairs lined up at the wall. In his memories, you’d be looking through the boring contents of your phone. He knows they were boring, because you told him every time.

Other times, you’d skim through files or stare holes into the air, legs crossed. Sometimes hazy, sometimes almost sliding down the chair with falling eyes.

Today, you’re somewhere else, and he doesn’t get to know until he cranes his neck.

Even now, you make his heart stop.

Your curves and edges, every detail so distinct, make him recognise you in a heartbeat. This is the body he has memorised; if someone offered him a silhouette of you, Jungkook would know, too.

For a moment, he imagines you’re smiling. Maybe you’re discussing something important, like your goals or your successes; maybe you’re thriving as you should, ready to approach a better future.

In his imagination, he likes to think you’re happy, just like that.

But another part of his mind conjures another alternative scenario of happiness, one that’s far more painful.

A what-if-scene — one in which you throw your files in your bag, offering a tiny wave to your co-workers before you leave the room with a flip of your hair.

In this scenario, he’s looking up to the glass room in anticipation, wondering how you’re okay with the lack of privacy, but glad to see you safe and sound. He waits for you to step out of an elevator, or to rush down the escalator.

Walking to meet you halfway, he pictures shaking his head, telling you to be careful in those damn stilettos — he knows you hate them, so you combat their existence by acting reckless. A logic-free fight, but one that never failed to endear him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and greet him with a smile; and he reminds you of the professional setting, no matter how less you care.

Dinner next, a cosy night after. Your scent wafting through the rooms, still lingering when he wakes up.

But that’s not what happens. And it’s nothing what will happen.

Instead, he just observes whatever he can see of your side profile and your back. You’re somewhat far away, but he doesn’t think you’re smiling.

You’re quiet.

It looks scary how you’re leaning against the glass wall. Your arms are folded, perhaps around something — he can’t see.

And for a few moments, he hopes for you to see him, too.

Just for a second, selfishness overweighs.

But then, Zara, your friend and mentor looks down — and the moment her gaze falls on him, his eyes meet hers. Or at least, he thinks she’s looking at him; he can see even less of her: just a head and a neck, honestly.

Would she recognise him in a crowd?

No idea. But she’s squinting her eyes.

You’re thinking about something. Because you don’t turn around, don’t follow her gaze.

Only help her snap out of it once you finally speak, angling your head.

And that’s when Jungkook finally turns around.

Whatever he intended to do, whatever force you emanate that pulled him here, it was a mistake. It goes entirely against what he wants for you; and he knows that if you see him, your forbearance will waver just as badly as his.

So he leaves as quickly as he came.

When Taehyung calls Jungkook the next afternoon, he doesn’t expect his pal to drag him to the hospital.

Where their best friend lays no less, a victim of traffic and his own blinded motions.

It’s ridiculous, really.

And Jungkook, as well as Taehyung, is fully prepared to laugh at his injured friend; scolding isn’t something he does. And given the circumstances, he needs to take a mental picture of today’s occurrences, because… out of all the reasons he could’ve wounded himself…

A bicycle.

Ridiculous — a monumental moment of the decade.

And the teasing comments already rest on Jungkook’s tongue; but entering the room inhabiting Min Yoongi comes with a lot more surprises than he expected.

Namely with one — because he didn’t expect any. But that singular one hits harshly enough to nearly knock all air out of Jungkook’s lungs.

The first thing he notices as he and Taehyung arrive isn’t Yoongi, flashing a gummy smile as if he isn’t exhibiting a freshly broken bone.

And it’s not the fact that his room is a little colder than the hallways either, though it’s usually the quite opposite.

No.

It’s the girl sitting under the window, bent over to inspect Yoongi’s cast. Or… no. Inspecting might be the wrong term.

You’re absent-mindedly doodling on that thing, the way he remembers from not too long ago.

The urge to stare down to his tattoos defeated, he looks at you instead. And you notice him at about the same time as he does.

Your expressions alter without a moment of hesitation — the change hurts. The fact that he wants to run away but can’t is torment.

You’re still so strikingly beautiful, still in pain, gorgeous eyes drowning in melancholy — and it hurts.

The both of you hold your gazes; he attempts to look unaffected. But the pain is sharp and your fallen expression torture. You’re not hiding anything.

So he looks away. Engages in small talk with the rest of his friends.

Eun and Jimin are, probably for your sake, ignoring him diligently; and that’s okay.

It doesn’t ache as much as the fact that neither of you two have uttered a greeting so far. Like you’re acquaintances, or only accompanied your other pals to a place where he was bound to see you again.

It’s odd that the thought didn’t occur to him before.

Just two weeks ago, you’d meet him with a hug. He’d stroke your hair, plant a kiss on it. Whisper little nicknames to you, tell you that he thought of you way too much today.

And you’d cuddle into his chest, eyes closed, a smile forming against his torso.

Sometimes, you’d remain just there, and he’d eventually ask, “What happened to you all of a sudden?”

And today, you put on the act of strangers.

The familiarity is palpable yet gone, rather giving way to a strange distance.

He wants to round the bed again. He doesn’t want to listen to irrelevant conversations. He wants to make fun of Yoongi with you, draw something on his fresh cast, praise you for your tiny drawings.

If he could, he’d watch you take in Yoongi’s affection and paint whatever you desire, slinging an arm around you before he’d take you home with him. To complain about Yoongi’s carelessness; to laugh about your friends’ madness; to point out the gratitude towards you.

Would tell you to be careful, day in, day out.

In a perfect world, you’re both doing just that. Wrapped in each other, falling deep, whispering more confessions; and he’s wiping the same tears that he did the night it rained.

Alternative worlds can’t ever be his, though. He knows now.

So he stands and waits in silence. Waits until the moment is over and his mind isn’t hatching new movies anymore. When the damn suffering finally vanishes; or not.

When you’re gone or he’s gone, and the pain, fresh again, hits him again.

But instead of fading from each other’s views and resurrecting the distance, something else happens.

And suddenly, everything’s passing like moving pictures again. Moments blurred, blacked out.

Eun’s hand on your shoulder, a suggestion falling off her lips that must be on purpose. Of your two friends, she’s always been the sweeter one; he didn’t expect Jimin to act this madness out, but Eun is an open book.

He should’ve known.

Are you really coming to the movies with him? Are you erasing the space he so carefully tried to maintain?

The thoughts he kept at bay, twitching fingers that resisted shooting you a message; will everything he practised control over return?

And you…

He can’t imagine any of this will help you.

He knows about your spirals. Knows your overthinking mind. The affection that flowed through your veins, pumping a thousand sentiments to your heart — he’s sure it’s still there.

And his presence won’t lessen it.

That’s not what he wanted for the two of you.

So the dispute with Taehyung doesn’t come as a surprise.

Taehyung’s eyes don’t leave the traffic. Both hands clutch the steering wheel, a rumble in his chest. Jungkook’s rant is pointless — it’s not like Taehyung can do much about the situation.

Yet, he listens; keeps arguing.

“Did you tell Eun to do this?”

Taehyung endures; less to avoid drama, more because Jungkook needs to ramble it off his chest. Because the vent isn’t quite as annoying as it could be; not provoking, not laced with venom or other deadly substances.

No.

He sounds broken.

Doesn’t know where all this is leading. Fears heartache and escalations; still falling, and still troubled.

So Taehyung remains calm, and admits, “No. She has her own mind, you know that.”

“Do I?”

“Is it really so bad? Maybe it’ll be fine, Kook.”

The younger man ruffles his hair, puffing out a long breath. His gaze shifts to his blurry surroundings, pupils shaking. “It’s bad in a sense that whatever’s happening is exactly what I didn’t want to happen.”

Taehyung understands his friend’s inner turmoil; but he doesn’t understand his reasoning. So he digs deeper, “Why? You haven’t been this close to anyone since Nara.”

Might not be the right time for this. Or perhaps, there’s no better time for this.

Taehyung doesn’t know. He can’t conclude much from the silence Jungkook falls into; can barely see his face with the way he’s turned away from Taehyung, staring out obstinately.

At least that’s what he assumes. In truth, not an ounce of Jungkook seeks to be pig-headed right now; Taehyung’s words are swirling through his head, and he needs to think.

Which Taehyung doesn’t allow when he continues, “And even with Nara, you didn’t behave like this.”

Jungkook props his head on his hand, words nearly unclear as he murmurs, “Like what?”

“Like…” Taehyung hesitates. A thumb taps against the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the traffic light. “Like you want to go back to how it was.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. No matter what his attitude suggests, and no matter how dangerous he deems the closing distance between him and you… This is nothing he can deny.

“You didn’t want Nara back, though,” Taehyung adds.

“What makes you think it’s different this time?”

Taehyung scoffs. Jungkook doesn’t grant him attention as he shakes his head, eyes only shifting up again when the light’s orange already.

Jungkook understands his friend’s vexation; if their roles were reversed, he’d grit his teeth and shift the emotion in his voice, too. But…

He needs some confirmation. Needs to hear out loud what he can’t quite admit to himself.

So his ears perk up, yet disappointed when Taehyung doesn’t give into his subtle demands. Instead, he attacks, “I’d be stupid to think otherwise, man. Stop asking dumb questions.”

Jungkook’s arm falls from his head to his lip, a palm nervously rubbing his tensed thigh. He sighs, wondering how much longer they’ll be driving; thoroughly impatient as he asks, “What do you want me to tell you?”

He shifts, dragging up his body until his torso’s flat against the back of his seat. A fist forms above his leg; the other hand brushes the long tresses out of his eyes.

“I don’t know how to navigate this. The goddamn break up with Nara happened not even one and a half years ago, but I’m still clueless. So,” Jungkook gulps, smacking his lips, “tell me what you want me to say.”

Taehyung, composed and staring ahead, lifts a shoulder. His deep voice drops an octave, an inkling of capitulation in his words.

“Nothing. You don’t have to say anything.” Full lips press together; he scratches behind his ear for a distraction. And then adds quieter, “Just try at least.”

“I did. But… All that I’m made of, and all that I am ended up hurting her.”

Which, Taehyung refuses to accept, apparently, because he exhales an exhausted breath, flashing a lecturing glance.

“Are you sure it was you? And not the circumstances?”

“She’d been feeling that way since I started being in her life more than bef—”

“Let me ask you something,” Taehyung interrupts. Long fingers run along his lower lip; he suddenly sounds a lot more different than the goofy, careless friend. “You’ve been feeling that way since she came into your life, too, yeah? Do you think it’s her hurting you?”

Damn it.

Jungkook understands. Of course he does — and he should’ve expected it.

Nothing more emerges out of his mouth other than, “It’s not the exact same.”

“Yeah? How so?”

“I was scared even before she came to me with that stupid deal,” Jungkook argues.

The vulnerability shakes up his voice. In truth, he was never as terrified of falling for you as he was of admitting his pain to you. No matter what it consisted of.

Maybe he could’ve saved whatever blossomed between you, if he’d revealed his demons to you; but instead, he locked his soul in a box.

Gave you affection; showcased the silly, blithe sides of himself that are undeniably his but never the only parts of his personality.

You were the only one who unveiled his frail self; who saw his tears and didn’t make him feel guilty about them.

He’s experienced the opposite before. But not with you.

Yet… it was never enough.

Laying his entire heart open wasn’t so easy after all; not even with you.

“I was scared even… before that stupid frat party last summer,” Jungkook explains, “I’ve been scared.”

“You don’t try to heal. That might be why.”

It’s easy for Taehyung to say. And Jungkook doesn’t blame him.

And he doesn’t think anyone knows the full story anyway; one person alone received glimpses of it, but that’s it.

Another proof that uncovering his mind to others is a damn chore.

“I did,” Jungkook defends. “And I thought I could. But I haven’t.”

“Maybe… You should tell her about it.”

“I can’t. Not now. She doesn’t need another burden.”

Taehyung, visibly close to the end of his endurance, exclaims, “You told Nara, too!”

Voices mingle when Jungkook raises his, worn out as he explains, “Because she was there. A fucking witness.”

Another moment of silence. Taehyung blows air out of his nose. His forehead wrinkles in worry, the car pulling into the garage. He opens his mouth, then closes it again, and eventually asks, “So what now?”

Well… what now?

They’re here. No way to escape, unless Jungkook rushes to the first bus he finds and rides back home.

“I don’t know,” is what he settles on.

The first thing he sees upon entering the big hallway is Jung Hoseok.

An old friend — or perhaps, more an acquaintance than anything.

Spoke to Jungkook just a few months back, gathered around friends in some coffee shop near the campus. If Jungkook recalls correctly, Hoseok was narrating his relationship to some nameless girl; the story ended with an amicable break up.

Hoseok told the people gathered in that tiny coffee shop that he was still battling his feelings for someone else, and that now, relationships and shenanigans alike just don’t work for me.

Jungkook barely remembers how that topic started, but he does still remember Hoseok’s dejected expression. The weak smile; the wave of a mental white flag.

Yet, he’s standing behind the counter. Dressed in the cinema’s uniform, printing tickets… Whipping out subtle flirting skills for someone so blatantly.

No, not someone.

For you.

The radiant sunshine personality is nothing new, but the glint in his eyes and the genuinity in his smile are still worrisome.

Because he sees Jungkook enter the hall. Must have figured that he’s part of the trio standing at the counter.

The tiny nod when his eyes meet Jungkook’s suggest at least this much before they’re back on you.

Does he know about the news? About how Jungkook and you dated, subject to torture regularly?

Or does he live secluded from the world of entertainment, fixating on a mundane life rather than on money or media, like Jimin does?

Considering his parents’ monetary income and the fact that Hoseok’s still spending his time behind a movie theatre ticket counter, Jungkook can only assume his disinterest in rumours and alike.

Maybe it’s better that way. Why care about a stranger’s life anyway?

And the man Jungkook remembers wouldn’t shoot his shot if he seriously assumed someone in a relationship. So maybe, he’s as oblivious as he looks.

Then again… should it matter?

You don’t seem interested; you vaguely accept his lunch invitation, but still shy away immediately. And even if you were enthusiastic about it… your life’s your life.

Jungkook isn’t part of it anymore…

Yet, when you indulge in hushed conversations that Eun starts, the worry, though unreasonable, is too present to ignore. Even more so when he suddenly finds seated himself next to you, too close, too nervous.

Ruffled when Eun mentions, “Hoseok really had his eyes set on you.”

And even more bewildered when his heart does this strange thing… that filling with the colour green thing.

He keeps himself composed as his head darts to you — you look calm, though the slight confusion does suggest that this wasn’t the topic on your mind.

But something about it cracks his armour.

It must be the first time today he’s speaking to you.

He feels pathetic when he voices, “Hoseok?”

Nothing else could’ve built the start to such a ridiculously awkward conversation. Because his voice catches you off guard, eyes wide, but your body unmoving.

A round of rapid-fire questions follows your disoriented hum. The inquiries Jungkook shoots allow faint insights into your past, and he can imagine just enough when Eun hints at your seemingly long forgotten closeness to Hoseok.

You don’t unveil much of it, sinking further into your seat. More so when Eun excuses herself to the bathroom, leaving the two of you shaking and fumbling.

So strange. He could swear you didn’t know Hoseok much.

Though he does remember you mentioning a man at the frat party long ago; were you talking about him?

No idea.

Fuck, that’s an unpleasant emotion. He needs it to go away.

So annoying. So annoying.

And he has no right to feel it.

For a moment, it’s quiet again, until Jungkook falters and mentions Hoseok again — but you won’t budge.

“There’s nothing. Really,” you assure.

Perhaps it’s a stupid move, anyway. Perhaps it’s not the right time to discuss such an irrelevant matter when you parted in such an inconvenient way not long ago.

But maybe it’s easier to hold onto something as trivial as jealousy instead of spiralling in your presence again. There are worse feelings he could connect with you.

This is the most harmless one. For now, at least…

But you don’t grant him such relief — instead, you declare the topic closed. Which is okay. He’s always respected your boundaries.

He could dive into smalltalk instead. That’s alright; so he does.

Asks how you’re doing; nods along when you tell him you’ve been okay. Your words sound somewhat firm… Maybe you’re not as miserable as him.

And that’s good, isn’t it?

In this unspectacular conversation, he names Namjoon; mentions the studio; accidentally brings back the ease between him and you that he once knew.

The one connected to hundreds of memories. Carrying your scent and your warmth; now gone, but reemerging when he asks you what snack you chose and you answer, “The usual. Popcorn with extra butter.”

It’s cruel when he says, “Thought so.”

And worse when your expression contorts, suddenly conflicted and sad; the one syllable a mere breath when you ask, “What?”

You’re taken aback. Of course you are.

After endless days of reaching to the cold side of the bed, the familiarity hurts. Because it’s not the same; there’s a deadline to it.

And once Jungkook has realised his mistake, he blinks at you, gulping and clearing his throat, shaking his head until the hair falls back into his eyes.

Stupid. Should be more careful.

Remember to hold back, he tells himself.

Remember that she’s not yours anymore.

Fucking hell.

He registers your small movements; the fingers that brush over your bag, down to your thigh. He’s still, unmoving like a stone; acts as though he doesn’t notice how your hand drifts closer to his.

For a second, he lets you do. Waits with a bated breath.

Curses his and your friends and the entire world when they return from the bathroom, interrupting your quiet, “Jungko—”

What did you want to say? Why did you call his name like that?

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t fucking know.

But he wishes to know; yet won’t get what he wants.

And the tension won’t ease.

Not when said friends’ agenda continues and you land right next to him, brushing his shoulder in the dark movie hall.

Neither when you offer him your food in this damned sweet voice, enhancing his wretched state of mind.

God, it’s so hard to ignore you. To not speak about the stupid dialogues and plot holes, to not look at you and laugh about the miserable pace of the movie.

Because if he does, he’ll break — he’s sure of it.

Maybe your conversation shouldn’t have ended. Perhaps you should’ve continued to speak about daily life topics, carrying them inside the movie theatre to avoid this intolerable feeling in his guts.

Because the end of your discussion brought in the beginning of another silence. The movie changes nothing about that.

And silence drives him crazy. Rams a million questions into his head.

Like.

Does it affect you just as much?

Are you thinking of reaching out; throwing subtle glances towards his hands, towards his body? Wondering what to say or what to do to lift the weight off your heart?

Or, maybe, just maybe… Are you just as brittle as him? As nervous as him? Despising the changes but living with them, because that’s what you need to do to move on.

Maybe.

Because about an hour later, you stand and step out.

The movie’s dialogues and sound effects are an attack to his eardrums; yet, everything feels quieter.

Voices faded out, Jungkook looks to the side. The scene becomes background noise; his thoughts are louder.

Would it be odd to follow you? Would you be okay; not doing anything drastic? Why did you leave at all… Does it have to do with him? Or do you just need to catch some fresh air?

Because you’ve been gone for too long now.

Or haven’t you been? Maybe it just feels that way.

Fuck. He can’t focus on shit.

The gaping hole next to him is too obvious; one side of him feels cold. No clue what’s happening between those characters… His mind keeps wandering out of the hall and wherever you might be.

Wherever you might be. Where is that?

No. That won’t do.

He gets to his feet, uttering some inaudible excuse. The group around him glances up to him, nods a tiny little bit; if they didn’t know where this might be leading, they might not pay any attention to him at all.

With hurried steps, Jungkook reaches the ticket counter — Hoseok is standing right there, granting a little salute. Though his smile drops when he sees the distress in the younger man’s countenance, eyebrows raising, mouth opening.

But Jungkook beats him to whatever question Hoseok had, “Did she go to the bathroom?”

He points to its direction, chest heaving. But Hoseok shakes his head; a good sign. So Jungkook won’t have to wait for you to come out.

“Nah, she didn’t.”

“Was she okay?” Jungkook continues.

“Yeah. Just a bit out of it. She just went out,” Hoseok responds, nodding towards the exit. He scans Jungkook from head to toe, leaning forward on the counter as he wonders, “Are y’all okay?”

An accidental scoff escapes Jungkook. Not because he’s irritated — despite the prior advances towards you, it’s hard to dislike any side of Jung Hoseok.

More because it’s not quite a bad question.

“I don’t know.” Jungkook laughs his frustration off, a hand pushing back his bangs before it lands on his forehead. “I just. I’ll find her and then tell you if we are.”

One more nod suggests the end of the conversation, and Jungkook, hasty and worried, steps into the night air.

You’re nowhere.

Just cars and passersby.

There are just endless streets on the left; if you disappeared into that direction and took a turn somewhere, he won’t possibly be able to find you. So he rushes to his right.

Keeps walking, fishes his phone out of his pocket. A thumb presses against the dark screen, eyes flashing around, scanning his surroundings.

The busy place doesn’t allow much insight until he passes a dark, narrow alley. And that’s when he registers a movement from the side of his eye.

His head turns to the silhouette; it takes a mere moment for him to figure out who it is.

The gentle lift of your arm; the body pushing itself against the wall. If it’s not you, he might risk a restraining order, but he can’t be wrong.

When he approaches you, his theory proves right — and once you see him, he doesn’t know how to proceed.

Yet, whatever he expected, wasn’t this.

A fiery exchange later, he finds himself facing you with an ocean deep rift on the ground.

Different from whatever occurred before the movie, the moment now is filled with anger. Raw grief, expressed in harsh words.

But your outburst is justified.

The fires in your eyes are, too.

And the tears you shed… excruciating but unambiguous.

You have every right to push him away. To curse him out. To walk away.

Why is it still so hard to let you leave, then?

”Let go,” you beg, but his fingers don’t vanish from where they wrap around your arm.

“What?” he snaps. You flinch; immediate regret washes over him. He closes the distance between you, a hand on your cheek, softer when he asks, “What do I not understand?”

You gulp.

“H-how— how much it hurts to see you toss it all away. You were kissing me. You have me on your fucking skin, I’m,” you sniff as you free yourself from his grip, fingers shooting to his tattoo. You press against it, and your touch feels like a needle against the blue colour. “I’m on there. Fucking here.”

Every fucking second of every fucking day, you’re on here.

Of course he knows.

The memory of your eyes focused on his arm, drawing the afternoon away in silence, is engraved in his mind. Every waking moment of the day, he thinks back to it.

Closes his eyes when he showers.

Covers his arm in full sleeve shirts, even in this heat.

Averts his gaze whenever it lands on the forget-me-not reflexively — but there’s just so much he can do to blend it out.

You’re symbolised on his skin just right. Whatever he does, there’s no way to forget about you.

And God, does it shatter him when your voice keeps breaking, gut-wrenching when you add, “You were with me. And now, today, all fucking night, you didn’t even look at me once, I—”

He traps you between his arms. You stop mid-sentence, taken off guard, lower lip quivering when he admits, “Because if I do, I’ll break.” His head drops before he looks at you again. His throat is dry. His heart is empty yet filled with chaos. “Okay? I will break.”

But you’re…

You’re already split in half. Your soul is cracked. He sees it in your eyes, hears it in your desperate words. You’ve long abandoned your patience, and now you’re testing his, too.

The hands on his shirt are already too much; he feels your touch through the fabric, against his torso. Your voice is fragile when you whisper, “Do it…”

No. No.

It’s fucking hard to breathe.

“Please break. Just once.”

“No, I—”

He what?

What’s the excuse? The break up?

It should be. It should be an excuse, right?

What definitely shouldn’t happen is his stare dropping to your lips. They’re parted; still as inviting as ever. They spell his name, spell devotion. Another maze you harbour, too powerful to fight.

One of his hands has long turned into a tight fist; maybe he should slam it against the concrete wall to fall back into reality. But your breath is intoxicating.

And your scent…

God, your eyes.

The sparks you ignite are everlingering; even in your absence, they don’t allow the affection to waver.

And he’s never felt as much of it as now. Will never feel less of it in the near or distant future.

He begs, “Please… tell me to stop.”

He already knows that his plea won’t hold back either of you. You’ve already put your heart right into his hands; you can’t form a coherent thought, much like him.

And despite his fear, the urge to pull you in takes over. The wish to make your nightmares go away as he used to. To provide you with peace, to have your worries fade.

Only now, your worry is him.

An incredibly distressing one that you still seek out, swimming in misery yet tugging him close.

Those shimmery eyes affect him; you lure him in, break him once and for all. Lungs fail him.

“I can’t,” you say.

“Fuck, I…”

“Please. Just once… kiss me just once, Jungkook.”

That’s it. No more fights.

Maybe–– maybe it was a mistake to let you go… maybe he could live with the pain the world inflicts on him if he can keep hearing your voice like that.

Maybe it doesn’t need to be just this once, right?

Shit. Shit…

Broken, inside and out, he repeats, “Fuck, angel.”

And when you murmur how much you missed him like a damaged tape, his self-control vanishes; lips fall back home.

What’s worse than being so weak for you is how weak you are for him.

Because when you reciprocate the kiss and your tears wet his cheek, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to let you go if you keep luring him back.

The want to protect you from the world, from its demons and your own, overwhelms his entire being. Wiping your tears away isn’t enough.

So he does whatever the moment allows. Tilts his head and deepens the kiss; lets your tongues meet until he can hear his heart jackhammer against his eardrums.

How you taste. How you feel. How you breathe.

All of it intoxicates him.

Your skin is burning up; he wants you closer. Wants you melting into him.

If he could, he’d remain in this moment forever. Would wait for a deity to freeze time, empty his lungs with his mouth against yours. Pushing into you, caring for you, crazy over you…

You’re so…

So.

Easy to fall for.

And it scares him to death.

He parts from you; changes sides and returns; leans back again when you sob. His head shakes no, keeping you from crying anymore. Pushes all regrets and apologies to the forefront of his eyes and hopes you see them before his lips are back on yours.

And for a second, he doubts his decisions again.

When he kisses your cheek, your jaw, your neck; when his hands push up your skirt, digging into your leg, then your ass. When he drinks up your gasps, reacts to your grip around his hair, releasing gentle sounds that stir chaos in him.

For a while, he wants to stay. To bring you back into his grey life.

But then, you whisper his name. Beg for something unknown. Keep telling him you miss him…

And suddenly, he realises again that—

This isn’t what was supposed to happen.

He curses under his breath. How could he let his guard down like this?

After all the many times that you breathed his name like this, disaster followed. How was he so deep in his own feelings that he didn’t realise the severity of the situation until your voice reminded him?

He thought he could be your shield.

But…

It’s not just the world he needs to protect you from. But it’s him, too.

When he parts from you, electrocuted by the heat of your tongue, his head is spinning. Not as he’s used to when you touched him.

It’s more an endlessly rotating gyre; a flood of regret; the realisation that he can’t undo any of this. That he’s provided you with hope, and that he’s about to hurt you anew.

You’ll hate him. Once and for all, you’ll hate him for sure.

Fuck, he’s so incredibly stupid.

The wild confusion in your eyes is excruciating. The way you pant his name stings like a needle to his heart.

He shouldn’t have. Shouldn’t have at all.

He’s restless as he fiddles with his hair, pushing it back repeatedly. The first thing that materialises in his mind is an apology, so he’s quick to mutter, “I’m sorry, I… I’m just. I’m such an asshole.”

Which, to his horror, enhances your perplexion.

You voice, “What?”

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

Your expressions change; a slight contortion, a bullet to your chest.

“I don’t know why I did.”

A shrill alarm goes off in his head. Your fright mirrors his, and he doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to fix this, doesn’t fucking know how to make you hate him less, because… because—

“You… don’t know why you did it? You don’t know why you kissed me,” you say; your pupils are suddenly empty now.

Like his chest. Lost in your maze.

He knows why he kissed you; there’s no way of not knowing.

The intoxication you bring, the craze of your lips. The madness of your touch, and the sweetness of your sounds… Whatever you evoke in him, the fierce beat of his heart.

You enable the spinning of his godforsaken world. Tend to the garden in his heart, colourful and vibrant. Make him crumble to pieces; his mind and body yearn for you.

And you thaw his frigid self, inside and out — of course he knows why he kissed you.

But.

It still doesn’t excuse the mishap; the fact that you were supposed to move on.

So he repeats, “I shouldn’t have done that.” His voice is calmer now, panic evaporating, coherent thoughts returning. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this to you.”

“Do what to me?” You sound tired. Energy drained, you speak cautiously; the anger from before has given way to a much scarier feeling. “Allow yourself to fall in love, right?”

Allow himself?

There’s no allowing, is there?

It’s a natural occurrence, like leaves changing colour or a volcano erupting — it just happens. But the world still turns, doesn’t stop doing whatever it wants.

So he’ll let it happen, but won’t act upon it anymore.

If he was to find a carefree way to connect your hearts right now, to indulge in the most freeing, most rewarding of all human feelings without dreading future disaster, he would.

For the last few weeks and months, since you came up to dorm room 7 and offered your doomed deal, he did give into it. Slowly and quietly free-falling, for ages, hoping the two of you would come out of this safe and sound.

But you didn’t.

And now, the emotion you speak of feels menacing; like a concept that will drag you down, possibly more than him.

His stubborn act returns; with the panic gone, he utters whatever repeated in his mind in a blur. Automatically rambles it off his chest; from how he needed to stay away for a reason to how your world differs so incredibly from his.

You ask why. You compare yourself to Nara.

Certain that he’s shoving you into the same drawer as her, parting to forget you like he did with her.

But that’s not it. How does he tell you that that isn’t it?

That you’ve never been in the same thought as Nara; or as anyone. That you occupy a large chunk of his thoughts, all alone, wandering the desert and not leaving, no matter how hard he tries.

You’re not Nara. And you’re not just someone he mingled with, either; not the summer fling you’re naming yourself.

You’re you, and in the excruciating process of moving on from you, that’s worse.

Grief overtakes the entirety of his visage, mixing with the creeping anger that balls his hands into fists. One more comment and he might slam his knuckles bloody; perhaps you’d understand then that he didn’t merely pass his time with you.

“Fucking stop,” he growls, “I— I would’ve done anything for you.”

Or almost.

Because regardless of your current begging, he can’t surrender. Even though he wants to — so fucking bad.

Maybe he should.

Stop.

No.

Perhaps you’re starting to realise, too, that he shouldn’t. Because your demeanour is changing; your tears are interrupted.

There’s a minimal chance that he’s reading you wrong; but he doesn’t think he’s imagining the slowly growing flames in your eyes.

It accompanies the statements you throw out; harsh and relentless, sharp to the core. And it only dims a little when you ask, “Does it help you? Staying away?”

What is he supposed to tell you?

That yes, but it doesn’t distract him from the pain that your absence brings?

That he feels miserable without you? That he misses your skin, your eyes, your touch. How inebriating your lips felt a moment ago; how he needs more of them. How he needs to give them up nevertheless.

If he cut his heart open now and showed you yourself, inhabiting all its chambers, you’d circle back to hope, right?

The hope still keeping him here, too; the one that first disappeared when he saw those douchebags painting the both of you in the light they maintained.

He could take the risk and yield. Walk into the sunset hand in hand with you. He knows he’ll regret it if he doesn’t.

But what if that exact drama starts anew?

Newspapers are quiet now. When the guy told you that morning that he was just there for your relationship, he meant it. Because Jungkook’s name is out of every article; and so is yours.

So maybe, maybe it’s easier to lie and tell you he can’t fall for you the way you fell for him.

But he’s never lied to you, right? Honesty was the foundation of your relationship; he might just despise him more if he didn’t adhere to it.

The truth, however? What’s he supposed to say?

That he’s terrified of stranger forces invading his life? How frightening he finds the thought that they followed his family, or someone as oblivious as Ria, back to his hometown.

How he’d open the curtains of his apartment every day, wondering if anyone was lurking on the streets, trying to get to him, or to hurt you whenever you spent your nights in his bed.

Or how he regretted mentioning the party, the morning after your fight with your mother.

Who knows what could’ve happened?

But.

There’s an option to just stop caring, right?

Your life he’s gotten to know brings such things. That’s what happens when being with someone like you. If he wants you, wants you thoroughly, he should perhaps stop caring and focus on nothing but you.

There must be a time when they get bored.

Maybe once you’ve freed yourself from the life you live. Or detached from the responsibilities you face. But he can’t make that choice for you.

So he’ll endure.

He doesn’t know whether you’ll clash again — maybe you’ll move on with someone who fits your lifestyle, keeping Jungkook as a memory of true feelings but no future.

Or maybe, a miracle will occur and you’ll waft back to each other.

But right now… He’s scared.

Of hurting you. Of saying the wrong thing. Of opening up and pulling you into a much deeper mess.

He’ll endure.

So he looks to his feet, his body suddenly heavy, his throat dry when he admits, “Yeah. It… it helps that journalists aren’t lurking anymore. Neither around my family’s or my place.”

Not a lie. But not the entire truth.

Falling in love might be terrifying; might have made him close himself off way before you. But with you, resisting was a foreign concept; because he’d keep coming back to you. Would give this a chance, faltering and never regretting that he faltered.

You gave him a chance to rediscover affection, and how it’s not always about pain. And that whatever fears his past inflicted on him, they don’t always linger.

That is, until circumstances reminded him of all the tears you’ve shed in the last weeks.

How does he tell you all that?

Especially now that your eyes are changing. Emptiness in them. The anguish suddenly gone, replaced by…

He doesn’t know.

He’s never seen you like this.

It makes him want to hold you; makes him want to wipe the sadness off your heart as he did with your tears. You’ve no idea that he’s long handed his all to you; and that he won’t get any of it back anymore, no matter whether you part or not.

Maybe the numb gaze would vanish if you knew.

But.

Your expression stays shattering. Knocks him out of breath when you whisper a final, “Okay.”

Twice.

And that’s it.

When you walk away, a sudden current rushes through his veins. Senses on full alert and breathing accelerated, he instinctively reaches out to you.

All of a sudden, filled with guilt and remorse.

The change in his mood is sudden. Why the fuck do his thoughts fluctuate like that?

He doesn’t know what he’s attempting; his fingers wrap around your arm like a reflex. An idiotic gesture — does he really think you’ll let him after everything?

So this time, though the pain is tearing him apart, he lets you go. Watches you walk away with absolute terror in his guts.

The constant switches of his mood give him whiplash; it’s easy to present his wack arguments to you. But it’s hard to see you hating him.

In the darkness, once you’re out of sight, his mind spins behind his eyes.

The neon emergency exit sign appears in a mist, and he takes three deep breaths to enable moving without collapsing. And when he can, he eventually dashes back to the theatre — suddenly witness to whatever's unfolding in slow motion.

You’re standing in the middle of the hall, facing a frowning Eun. For a moment, she talks. Then, you walk back to the movie hall.

Jungkook’s fingers curl and uncurl; trembling a little. He attempts to relax the muscles of his face, but he knows the agony won’t leave his eyes just yet.

It’s the opposite of how you look at him as you pass him by. No sparkle in your pupils; your face pale; your expression dead. Your movements are automatic.

While he’s burning in the pain that he caused.

What has he done?

Jungkook’s hand almost slips when he hears a firm knock against the door of the studio.

A drop of the blue watercolour runs down the canvas, and his hand flits to a cloth to dab at the mistake before he realises that… It might even look better like that.

It contradicts reality and gives the painting some absurdity, even if just a little. Perhaps it’s alright to disconnect himself from real life for a while — especially with the man approaching his spot, he needs the distraction.

“You knew that I was here?” Jungkook asks, wiping his hands on the cloth.

Taehyung couldn’t have known — Jungkook’s not even working, and Namjoon’s long gone. Entrusted him with the place, lets him work.

Taehyung pulls a chair close to the canvas. He looks relieved — probably because Jungkook isn’t pushing him away anymore. And anyways. After the amount of times Taehyung’s already bugged him, he’s gotten well used to his presence.

Bent forward, Taehyung takes a seat with a groan, legs spread and lower arms planted on his thighs.

With a confirming nod, he explains, “Yoongi told me. But let’s be real.” He shrugs his shoulders, flashing a hint of a smile. “There’s no other place you could’ve been.”

“Rude,” Jungkook remarks, but his lips tug to a light smirk. “For all you knew, I could’ve been at a gathering or in a museum. Or on a trip.”

“Sure, sure.”

Taehyung’s gape is questioning, somewhat knowing. Jungkook is well aware that he didn’t come without a purpose; this is not just a visit. Hasn’t been in weeks.

But whatever his friend’s intentions might be, Jungkook isn’t sure he’s ready to hear his words just yet.

So he digresses, rubbing his palms as he shoots the first question that comes to mind, “Any plans for the weekend before school starts?”

“Ah. Nah. I think I’ve done enough this summer… I’ll just chill,” Taehyung answers. His voice drops lower when he laughs, “Gonna try and actually cook something this weekend.”

Jungkook knows what his next inquiry evokes in the depths of his heart; the name is still connected to memories, to a person. But internal struggles aside, he still utters it; he won’t scour his mind for a topic for too long.

His hesitation might reveal his downward spiral.

And he doesn’t want Taehyung to shift to the question he’s been dying to let out.

“And your newfound love for cooking has nothing to do with Eun, right?”

Taehyung snickers again. He leans back, still calm and collected, another shrug accompanying the nervous yet affectionate glint in his eyes.

For now, he’s on a different path, as Jungkook anticipated. And in all honesty, there’s something endearing about Taehyung’s fondness for her.

“It might.”

“Good for you, then.”

Tapping his foot against the floor, Taehyung lowers his timid gaze. A smile plastered to his face, he nods in tiny movements, and Jungkook, reaching to his brush anew, asks, “Is Yoongi feeling better?”

“Fractured bones aren’t his thing. He likes to be productive.” Taehyung watches the movements across the linen; his words slow down before he averts his gaze and sighs. “But you know. He gets to cut work, so he’s not too bummed about it.”

“Weird ass guy.”

“As we all are. Actually,” the back of Taehyung’s hand touches Jungkook’s elbow lightly, an eyebrow raised as if to scold, “he was gonna come, but he hates crutches. So maybe you should check up on him instead?”

Agreeing with a quiet hum, Jungkook informs, “Ah yeah, I was going to. After I’m done here today.”

“‘Kay. Cool.”

Taehyung’s tone isn’t quite as casual as it could be. The words, though short and clipped, carry a strange emphasis; as though he’s trying to make Jungkook look at him. To look at him properly.

So when he speaks, Jungkook knows he’s trying again, and this time, he lets his armour fall.

It’s hard not to when Taehyung, pointing to the canvas, curious and conversing, says, “That’s pretty.”

Jungkook lets his tattooed hand glide swiftly over the picture. He’s back to pouting in concentration, though he’s sure Taehyung sees the sneaking nervousness in his movements; in how his chest rises and falls.

He gulps, and explains the painting in greater detail; throws out a term or two for the objects under his brush, elaborates on his techniques. Never quite on the painting’s concept.

When Namjoon first hinted at the exhibition, the idea was still a draft, and it looked entirely different. With today’s crucial details missing, the painting symbolised joy and spring back then.

The changes he’s made are a little harsher now, but looking at it, Jungkook doesn’t expect anyone to interpret his work as a sign of raw melancholy. But once granted a glimpse into his mind, they might see it clearer.

But he’ll withhold his explanation for the actual exhibition.

For now, his reluctance to say anything more either stems from inherent habit or sheer pain. He thinks that with strangers and a bustling crowd around, everything might hurt less.

And Taehyung doesn’t prod. Instead, he leans further forward, asking, “What inspired it?”

“It’s…” Jungkook begins.

He brushes the dark locks out of his face, eyelids shutting halfway as if he hasn’t slept in days. He nibbles at his lower lip, gaze falling to his inked hands.

No words come out.

Only silence when Taehyung says, “She did, yeah?” Nothing. Just a gulp. So he continues, “You got a lot of the details down, didn’t you?”

Jungkook exhales an airy, brief laugh, shrugging as he tells him, “Had a few opportunities to memorise.”

Taehyung must be hearing the way his heart drops. It’s so audible, the fall so hard; there’s no way he didn’t.

The chair scraps against the floor when pulled in, and when Taehyung’s close enough to lay a big palm onto his friend’s shoulder, he remarks in his gentlest voice, “We’re worried about you.”

There it is…

Another knot appears in Jungkook’s throat.

Try not to break.

“We?”

“Yoongi. Me. Even Eun,” Taehyung admits.

“Eun?”

Eun? She doesn’t hate him yet?

But then again, everyone’s an adult — even his overthinking mind won’t convince him that she wishes him hell. Yet, Taehyung’s confession hits a spot.

Because.

Why do your best friend’s worries relieve him?

Jungkook shifts in his chair, blinks a couple of times, and then assures, “There’s no need to—”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung cuts in, angling his head, “Yoongi said that most of the time you just go home to sleep. You spend all your time here, don’t you? As a part-timer?”

Jungkook sighs in frustration, staring out the window and then back to Taehyung before he defends, “Joon’s okay with it. I just work on my stuff, and we chill here. You’re allowed to join anytime.”

“You’ve never overworked yourself like that. No, listen,” Taehyung lifts a hand when Jungkook’s eyes widen, mouth open, “the both of you need to get yourself back on track.”

Jungkook’s chest deflates. His starry gaze glimmers, worries lacing every inch of it.

“What?”

“You need an update on her? I know I’d want one.”

Conflict. That’s the first emotion that arises in Jungkook’s heart.

Yes, he does. No, he shouldn’t.

It’s your life, and he has no right to ask about it; not without your permission, not like that.

But Taehyung seems to read his mind, tightens his grip around Jungkook’s shoulder for a second before his hand falls back to his thigh. He says, “I won’t say much. But it’s hard to stay silent and see you guys ruin yourself like that.”

“She’s…?”

He was so sure you’d truck through your grief and approach life with a greater strength than before.

Affection changes people, alters their actions — but you can’t possibly be doing what Taehyung’s suggesting, right? You always approach things with a clear mind.

Or not?

Guilt floods him harder.

“She thinks she’s doing just fine,” Taehyung says, “which is bullshit, I think. Has stopped crying. Doesn’t talk much anymore. Hasn’t mentioned you once.”

Hasn’t mentioned him once.

Jungkook keeps blinking. His hands fall between his legs; a drop of paint falls to the ground.

Absent-mindedly, he places the brush on the palette. Slowly, his fingers rise to the cloth, and he sniffs just once, eyes too dry to tear up. He wipes at the colour beneath him, functioning on autopilot.

And only lets the first question slip once Taehyung’s words stop echoing in his mind, “What do you mean she doesn’t talk anymore?”

“It means,” Taehyung stresses, “she won’t talk to any of us. Properly.”

“Why?”

It’s probably a stupid question, because Taehyung looks dumbfounded.

“Why? Because she’s trying. But in the wrong way. You keep thinking you’ve saved her from whatever disaster the two of you would’ve been, but—”

A shrug finishes Taehyung’s sentence, but Jungkook isn’t quite done yet. The update is too much of an enigma, and he doesn’t know what to make of it.

So he asks, “What has she been doing then?”

“Don’t know. Work, home, repeat? Probably not much to feel better. Eun won’t tell me more than she’s allowed to… Though she doesn’t have a lot more info, either.”

“Right.”

“But… I came here for you. And you’re different, right?” Taehyung leans forward; pats Jungkook’s thigh powerfully. What an opportunity he chose to finally breach the topic. “Maybe not in how you handle all that, but. You’ll talk to your friends.”

Silence.

“Won’t you?”

Jungkook chooses to play mute for a while longer.

Since his friend has arrived, he’s attempted to nip the idea of laying his heart open in the bud. But now… he knows Taehyung won’t falter.

And maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe it’s time for Jungkook to speak up.

To ask for another opinion on the thoughts floating through his mind, ever since he saw you walk out of the alley; out of the movie theatre.

To allow Taehyung his moment as a therapist; to stare into the void and ramble it off his chest.

As he did just yesterday.

“You gave her hope,” his mother told him. “That’s why she kept fighting. Don’t play with emotions… You’ll end up hurting her and then, she’ll stop caring.”

Or maybe it was too late already.

“I’m not. Not on purpose,” he argued. “She… I’ve always put her on a pedestal. I wish I could tell you how much I respect her.” Fingers fumbled with the tablecloth, eyes firmly on the empty plate. “And… that's the reason I made her leave.”

“Of course you’d feel that way, given the circumstances.”

“...What are they?”

“They are that—” she shrugged. Looking back at the reflection in her glass, she lectured, “The two of you grew up differently. You’re not used to her world yet, but that doesn’t mean you can’t find a middle ground.”

Arms folded over her table; the ticking of the clock mingled with her sigh.

“You’re both human beings first, and it’s okay to hurt. It’s also okay to fight for happiness.” She cocked an eyebrow, and hummed for a moment. “Besides, I thought it’s alright for celebrities to date people no one knows?”

“I know. It is…”

“See, despite those circumstances and the entire,” she gestured towards something unspecific, eyes questioning but gentle, “thing with the media, you still didn’t let them stop you from falling for each other. I don’t know why you are now.”

It was hard to respond. Harder to think when she added, “Don’t you think it’s too late to stop everything you’ve grown to feel?”

His voice was a whisper. The entire opposite of the bustling noises sounding from the street and through the open window. He couldn’t quite match his mood with the end of the summer; more with the fall that was slowly but surely approaching.

“I might mess up.”

“Don’t know. Find out. No use in forcing yourself to stay away if neither of you want to, though. You clearly gravitate towards each other.”

“I guess.”

“You say you respect her? That’s why you let go?” Jungkook nodded to her questions, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Then tell her that, not me.”

“She knows.”

“Probably. Do it again. See how she reacts. Maybe you’re doing something that you think is right… but it might just be harmful for the both of you. Get her consent on this distance, Jungkook.”

Consent.

The memory dissolves like a cloud.

That’s the word he hasn’t been able to shake off since yesterday.

The one that pulled him out of his stubborn thinking. The term that cleared his confusion about his guilt. Why, despite doing all he did, he always felt like something was missing.

Break ups happen — he’s aware. And sometimes, they’re not a mutual decision.

But this time, in your case, a rare, selfish part of him chose a path that stemmed from his own overthinking.

He’s always let you finish your thoughts; always remained thoughtful, even when he disagreed with you. Then, why did he not properly hear you out this time?

He should’ve.

Just did whatever he wanted, or thought the both of you needed, instead.

He can imagine what your arguments might be — and his mother’s words still echo in his mind.

His protective half still convinces him that you’re better off without him. That, if you wait long enough, the sadness will fade, and that you’ll move on eventually.

That his existence around you caused the issues you waded through, not the journalists or your parents.

But somewhere deep down, he thinks he knows the root of the problem lies elsewhere. And he should finally allow you to offer at least one plausible solution that might either give him hope or confirm that he has to forget about you.

Because like this, with how things ended the last time, in the darkness with damp cheeks… that’s not how he’ll be able to find peace within himself.

“I don’t know where to begin,” Jungkook confesses.

Taehyung’s joy nearly makes him jump in his seat; Jungkook’s insecurity and confusion are one thing. But at least he’s willing to talk, isn’t he? Maybe that’s one step forward…

So he urges, “Just talk to me. It’ll help you more than isolating yourself. Like.” He shifts, rubs his thigh in thought. “Start with how you feel.”

“How I feel? How I feel…”

The question repeats in his head like a mantra. And once internalised, Jungkook scoffs. His eyes roll, away from Taehyung and to the clouds.

To his chagrin, the sky isn’t as blue anymore as it was a few weeks ago. The grey is bleak — it might rain soon.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung mutters.

Jungkook’s gaze immediately flashes back, expressions relaxing. “Hm?”

“You look annoyed as shit.”

Right… the scoff.

But there’s no malevolence in his heart; no hostility towards his friend. Rather, he feels defeated. Tired. He questions his feelings on the daily; it’s not Taehyung that irritates him, but his own confusion.

“I’m not annoyed,” he clarifies. Taehyung leans back and waits. Jungkook grinds his teeth, breathes through them; and then says, “Do you think I made a mistake?”

“Yes.”

The answer follows immediately. The lack of hesitation makes Jungkook laugh; the first rays of sunshine since forever appear on his lips, but don’t stay long enough to become vibrant.

Taehyung halts for a second, surprised by the sound, and then joins the rare snicker. Slow blinks and a nod calm the chuckles; he comes to a stand, trudges to the window, pulls it open.

A gentle breeze blows into the room. It smells like rain, feels like quietude.

When it plays around Jungkook’s mane, it doesn’t feel too bad. Like a good alternative to the suffocating humidity in the studio.

“But I’m serious,” Taehyung begins. “It was a rash decision. None of us like it, but we respect it, because we respect you.” He turns, pressing the small of his back against the windowsill. “We just don’t respect how miserable it makes you guys feel. Doesn’t have to be that way, you know?”

Jungkook nods.

“Yeah. I do feel like a pile of shit.”

“Which is why I want you to talk to me.”

“I…” But that’s all there is. If he was to elaborate on his feelings, he’d come back to this very statement. So he confesses something else instead, “I need to talk to her.”

“You’ve some brain left. Yes, you do.”

Taehyung reaches for a brush on the table next to him, standing in some glass with a dozen other brushes. His fingertips close around its bristles, and he grimaces when he realises that it’s still wet, covered in a light green.

He rubs the colour between his thumb and forefinger, and says, “It’s a sudden change in mind, though.”

“Is it? I think it’s more like… a consequence.”

“To what?”

“To what happened at the movies.”

Taehyung kisses his teeth. Wipes his fingers with a nearby cloth. “And now you want her back again?”

“I don’t know if it’s just that.” Jungkook’s eyes unfocus; he feels exhausted all of a sudden, craving proper sleep. “If there’s a way, then… then yeah. But… the first thing I need to do is apologise.”

“For what happened at the movies.”

“Yeah. Everything, really.”

Sad eyes, widened in shock, are a constant image in his mind. The vanishing colour, the perishing glimmer. When you looked at him under the neon green exit board, something died inside him.

He doesn’t think he’ll be able to revive that part with this memory right there, at the very front of his mind.

The painting becomes clearer again when he blinks; he rolls his chair back, fists firm, a sudden curse interrupting the brief serenity.

“I can’t fucking think of it anymore.”

Taehyung flinches at the volume of his voice, thick eyebrows raised and questions, half annoyed, half curious, “...What?”

“The way she looked at me. God, you should’ve seen how she loo—” Jungkook groans in frustration; the hand that rubs against his cheek smears some blue near his lips. “Part of me wants to forget about it all.”

He bites his dry lips; Taehyung listens, watches him shake his head, eyes suddenly watery.

“Part of me wants to forget about her, and just… drown in work, like she is. But I can only work so much, because my hands cramp up, and you know, right now they’re hurting, too, and this… this whole room reminds me of her anyway.”

Not a single tear escapes his eyes, but the sniff is still telling enough.

“And she didn’t even come by that much.”

But.

There’s this couch where you sat, distributing food, offering vegan and non-veg options to Namjoon and him. There’s the door you came through at times, waving sweetly once you grew comfortable around his mentor.

The area around the sink is never empty; he always sees your ghost lingering around, washing your hands and gasping when you detect the tools in the middle of it. Frightened, asking, “Were you guys still gonna use this?”

Everywhere…

On the street, in his phone, right beside him when he falls asleep — you’re omnipresent.

And so is your broken stare. Your broken heart.

It takes a moment longer until his voice is trembling; his heartbeat runs wild as he continues, “But then again… I can’t just—” He gulps. “She said I gave her comfort. I don’t want to be the reason for her sadness.”

He keeps taking breaks from his fatigued ramble, and Taehyung lets him. Waits until he’s gotten it all out.

So Jungkook speaks on, looking through the room, “She helped me a lot when I was trying to get here, you know? Cheered me on, read through my résumés and all. And like, sometimes, when I was stressed, she’d not say anything but just smile, because she knew that was enough.”

The rope around his heart tightens; his chest rises heavily. The gust doesn’t suffice anymore to keep his lungs intact.

“She knew I loved her smile, and she knew it calmed me down. So fucked up.”

“It’s not fucked up,” Taehyung assures, gentle and quiet.

“No, it just. It fucks me up that I can’t stop thinking of all that.”

Because the smile he erased is missing; the tears he conjured are burned into his brain. If he can’t have you back, he at least wants to part with you peacefully.

But he doesn’t know whether you’ll let him, and it hurts.

And he’s derailing, fearful. Only a little calmer when Taehyung steps close and places a hand on his back.

“She knew you liked her smile, then?”

Jungkook doesn’t blink. He knows that if he does, the stray tear will fall. So he only nods, managing to answer, “I’ve told her like, a hundred times that it’s lovely. But she was pretty when she cried, too, you know?”

Taehyung pats his back lightly, listens carefully.

He sports a weak smile when Jungkook pauses to laugh and tells him, “She’s so fucking weird, though. When I told her how beautiful she was when she cried, she asked,” he raises his head, leans back, “if she was supposed to cry more for me.”

“That’s fucking weird, true.”

“Right?” He squints when he looks back to the clouds. There are more of them now; the sun is setting behind the horizon. “But it was fun. Witnessing her insanity.”

To think that you’ve abandoned this side, and freed the path to numb indifference…

The pain is agonising.

“I need to see her again,” Jungkook eventually repeats.

Taehyung, quiet up until now, draws a deep breath. Jungkook doesn’t want to look at him yet; can’t risk the look of pity upon raising glassy doe eyes to him.

The older man’s hand journeys up to Jungkook’s shoulder again; the consoling touch always stays. And then he suggests, “Invite her to the exhibition.”

“That’s what I was thinking… But she won’t answer me.”

Taehyung hums. “How so? Did you text her?”

“Right after movie night, but… she didn’t answer.”

“I’m sorry, man.”

“Yeah.”

Another deep hum vibrates through Taehyung’s chest; moments pass, and Jungkook’s eyes return to their normal state. He glances up to his friend, and it takes just another second to figure out that he’s hatching a plan.

Which he voices a moment later.

“If you want to… I can invite her. Or do it through Eun.”

“Would you? Does she… answer Eun?”

“Does she have to? She just needs to see the message, so I’ll have Eun send one to her,” he hesitates, clicking his tongue, “which, well. You could do, too. But it’s more likely for her to ignore you than Eun.”

The thought of you disregarding his messages is deeply uncomfortable; but if it’s true, it’s understandable, too. He doesn’t address the ache; just nods.

“So, fuck giving her some space? You want to make things right instead, yes?” Taehyung double-checks.

Jungkook blows out some air. God, he needs to sleep.

“I didn’t want to part like this. And I don’t want her to hate me. I just need to… apologise and see how it goes…”

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“Still. We’ve always understood each other, and never caused each other pain on purpose, you know? I want her to know that this time, it wasn’t my intention, either.”

Two parts of one soul, floating towards each other, communicating without words. The days feel far away, endless falling replaced by whatever this is now.

He still can’t wrap his head around it.

Even though he brought it upon himself…

It’s hard to shake the thoughts of when you were still each other’s joy, inseparable. Never expecting such a turn of events. Because the two of you clicked; the natural harmony was palpable around the clock.

And you…

You felt eternal. Like he’d never fall out of you. Or reach a point where he’d communicate with you through a third party. Begging for attention, writing mental apologies.

The closeness gave way to distance, and it’s what keeps him awake the most.

“Friday night can’t be the last bit,” he concludes, “and I want her to know that neither of us is at fault for the hurdles we endured.”

The thought process ends. For half a minute, none of them says a single word.

And then, Taehyung rounds Jungkook’s body, a hand in his pocket as he looks down to his friend and says, “Then. I’ll make sure she gets the message.”

“Thank you.”

Jungkook didn’t move; but something about the vent still left him breathless. He inhales through his nose, observing Taehyung’s movements. His mind wanders off for just a moment before he sees Taehyung pout, glancing at his hand in vexation.

“Look at this,” he spreads his palm, and it takes Jungkook a while to detect the green colour on his thumb and forefinger. “It won’t come off. Don’t know how you do it all day.”

Jungkook smirks. His focus falls back on his painting; his eyes trace the outlines and the shadows.

He nods just once. Timidly and hushed, he says, “Some colours stay for a time.”

The amount of visitors is constant but never overwhelming.

In fact, the duos and trios that regularly float in exude a pleasant, warm aura. Most of them are students; diving into arts specifically. They throw around terms Jungkook has long internalised, analysing and interpreting each piece they pass.

Enthusiastic fingers point to details; even tourists and older couples with an eye for art discuss their surroundings thoroughly.

So Jungkook doesn’t mind that there are less people than he anticipated, dreamed of for his first exhibition — the room might not be filled, but it’s never empty either.

Considering the nature of the exhibition and its small volume, courtesy of Kim Namjoon, not too many people might know of it. And the weekday is probably to blame too; Jungkook wonders whether the weekend will allow a more effective surge of visitors.

He’s sure the theme itself is interesting enough to cajole a crowd into entering this building — Map of the Soul. What’s there not to like?

Encouraging especially young people to explore something deep within them, it should resonate with any growing or already wise adult, right?

And the best part about the theme is how human it feels. As long as there’s space to discuss the underlying meaning behind each work, there’ll be no restriction to who enjoys their time around here.

Jungkook, personally, can barely hide his admiration for the moment.

And just for a day, for those few hours, the spark in his pupils returns.

Perhaps he’s biased. Perhaps it’s Namjoon’s smile, wandering around, dimples deep, that keep Jungkook optimistic for now.

But he doesn’t care.

Joy is rare, so he holds onto it; doesn’t think much of the fact that it might have to do with his invitation to you, too.

Two of his paintings are showcased behind him. One older and smaller, retouched and altered, a work in progress from two years ago. Back when his inspiration still derived from other things.

It differs vastly from the piece of soul next to it, fresh and new, and the latter’s what captures most people’s interest more.

He understands why.

The crowd tenses as the afternoon progresses. It makes the already fascinating museum an even livelier place.

Various genuine questions lift Jungkook’s spirit, though the hidden emotions still sometimes drift to the surface when inquiries run too deep, too emotional.

But there’s some solace in those strangers’ eyes.

How they look at him when he elaborates. Of course they know about the personal aspects; the entire exhibition discusses the artists’ hearts. Feeling with him was bound to happen.

So he lets them console him, even without a touch, without a word.

The feelings in their expressions don’t resemble pity, but empathy. And it’s nice.

And with how intensely they look at him, it’s nearly impossible to not feel a sliver of pride and hope. The nervousness won’t quite vanish, not when it’s his first showcase.

But.

He didn’t think he’d end up here so fast. Didn’t consider such a beautiful thing to be his first real success. The gratification is hard to deny.

Yet, whereas the day serves as a distraction, there’s always something lurking in the back of his mind.

Hope for a turn of events. Hope to make things right.

Especially today. Especially now.

Because—

His head moves to his painting; eyes flit from the blue to the green. To the progression of colours, and then back to the faded blue.

And he whispers, “A good 25th to me.”

“Indeed!”

A familiar voice makes him flinch, a powerful hand tapping against his back. When he looks at the culprit, it’s once again the most familiar face of these days.

He hears Taehyung exclaim, “Happy Birthday.”

Jungkook dodges Taehyung’s further mischief, allowing himself a gentle smile until — he spots the presence right next to him.

Her smile is weak, but it’s there. She doesn’t look particularly delighted to cross paths with him again, but there must be some purpose in her being here — because people don’t enter this place accidentally.

“Happy Birthday.” Eun tucks back her hair, the corner of her lips rising, and promises, “Don’t worry. I’m not here to shit on you.”

A well-spoken greeting if he’s ever heard one.

So he matches the tone, leaving out a brief sigh of relief and answers, “Well. That’s great to hear.”

“I mean, I like to appreciate art sometimes, too, you know? And…” She looks at him with something akin to sympathy; he’s not quite sure. But it’s not fear-inducing, at least. “Despite everything, I know this means a lot to you.”

Surprising.

It’s the last admission, from the very last person, that he expected.

Maybe he’s seen too many 2000s rom coms. The high school hostility and hate towards best friends’ exes isn’t always a real thing; and Eun is an adult as much as him. So, in hindsight, he could have expected her thoughtfulness.

And…

He hopes that you consider just that, too.

Did you get his message at all? Do you remember what day it is?

Because you’re not here.

Whatever.

Concentration. For now, he needs to appreciate your friend’s words.

But before he can utter his gratitude, Taehyung shows off, “I saw him paint it.” He gestures towards the bigger, newer painting. “If he ever gets famous for it, I’ll tell everyone just that. But it looks even cooler now.”

Jungkook’s gaze sinks; humility courses through his veins.

“Thanks, guys.”

A hand lifts to his head to shuffle his hair before he remembers that he slicked it back. His smile is shy, careful, matching Eun’s whenever he meets her stare.

As the faint hints of awkward silence prolong, he doesn’t realise when Taehyung breaks off the trio and wanders on until he speaks again. With a profound love for modern arts, he hums at the painting’s description, reads through Jungkook’s words.

And then mumbles, “Really does represent your soul, huh?” before he eventually moves to the subsequent artwork.

Eun remains.

Jungkook’s thumb fleetingly gestures towards his main painting, and as his fingers fold, he asks, “What do you think then, Eun?”

She purses her lips, imitates the entwined digits, and then steps closer to his piece with a craned neck. A small nod of affirmation later, she admits, “It’s… something I would’ve expected from you.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook voices.

It’s surprising.

Most of what Eun knows of him is second hand knowledge — but the fact that she needs neither you nor Taehyung to glance into his heart reveals just how transparent his feelings must be.

But he doesn’t question it. Not yet.

“Is that a good thing?” he wonders instead.

“‘Course.” Eun side-eyes him with a mellow snicker, an elbow bumping against his arm featherlightly. “It’s beautiful. I like that detail,” she paints a pattern in the air; encircles the left side of the canvas. “It’s different.”

Jungkook agrees, “Yeah. Things are different now, so. Figured that’d fit.”

“Mhm. Tae’s right. Definitely something from and for the soul.”

The duo steps aside when further visitors close in, soft smiles exchanged before everyone dives back into their own thoughts.

Jungkook watches one of the girls squint her eyes as she leans in. She inspects each detail of each stroke; her gaze floats up and down, left and right. If the museum’s regulations didn’t demand otherwise, he’d probably let her touch the canvas.

He knows she wants to.

But instead, the moment flies by, and her lips move as she reads the description; inhaling each word that he, as a non-writer, came up with.

He fills his chest with new air. Lets his gape descend to his shoes.

And then turns to an observing Eun to say, “I didn’t write a word, save this one, short description.” He nods to it, nibbles at his lips. “All I did was paint this. In such a hurry, too.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed. It’s pretty good, considering that you rushed it.”

Jungkook smirks, bobs his head in appreciation. “But despite that, this still feels more like a letter. From… dunno, my heart? Since, you know, every art form is just that. Kind of. A letter, because it tells a story.”

“Does it have to be a letter to tell a story?”

“Guess not. But didn’t you still write out an entire tale, looking at it? There are words in art.”

Eun laughs, eyebrows raised as she drafts up a remark; and after a moment, she finally says, “I didn’t think of it this way. But yeah.” She folds her arms; today’s brochure dangles between her fingers that he didn’t see before. “What’s the story behind this, then?”

Jungkook puffs out a breath, burying a hand in the pocket of his slacks before he registers that it might look unprofessional. So he flattens his button up instead, and asks, “What do you think?”

“I think… I know exactly what it is.”

“I bet.”

Silence surrounds them both.

They hum and gulp, shifting their balance to the other leg, greeting and smiling at people whenever they whoosh by. Some don’t grant his pieces much attention; others exclaim sounds of acclaim.

But Eun still lingers around.

It takes a moment for Jungkook to realise that she hasn’t moved much since she arrived here; Taehyung is long gone, out of sight, probably lost in his very own world.

And it takes one more second for Jungkook to finally come up with a theory — why she still might be standing here, waiting for something, not quite satisfied with their conversation yet.

Which is easy to assume, because, thinking about it, he reciprocates that curiosity just as much.

So he lets his inhibitions drop when he notices her empty gaze, withholding the urge to shake her awake as he calms his accelerating heartbeat.

His tongue darts out to lick a stripe along his lower lip; a wild emotion shakes up his heart. And when he can’t hold back anymore after all, he finally spits, “Hey, uh. Did you— uhm.”

But Eun understands. Of course she does.

He knew she’d been waiting for it.

Calm eyes meet his, and she nods with a deep apology swimming in them, “Yeah. I told her, so she knows for sure.”

Half his heart fills with hope; but the other half braces itself for disappointment.

Because you know. But you’re not here. But you might be… but not yet, at least.

The uncertainty fogs his brain.

“She remembers the day?” he asks.

“I know that she does.”

“Is she… coming, then?”

He recalls the bullet point list he stored in his brain; every single word he wrote for you resides there in keywords. But imagining you stepping towards him, all of it fades.

Because the searing fear in the middle of his chest surrounds his heart like a burning cloth. It erases his thoughts, fills his mind with your face; all apologies he’s scripted vanish when he so much as fantasises about your presence within his reach.

So what would he say, even if you came?

Would he say anything at all? Maybe it’d be enough to see you…

But… maybe his wishes are in vain.

Because Eun, as clueless as him, immediately states, “I don’t know, Jungkook. She didn’t want to leave with me, so I really can’t say what she’s planning.”

“You didn’t ask?” he wants to know… but then he remembers.

“She didn’t give me an answer.”

That you won’t talk.

“Okay.”

Crickets chirp between them. For a second. Jungkook reckons that the conversation’s finally over; that Eun has uttered whatever she’d prepared in advance.

But of course it’s not enough.

“Hey, if it helps you,” she voices, shuffling her feet on the ground. “I don’t think this whole thing is over yet.”

She’s right. There are several hours left. Perhaps you’ll still show up…

Jungkook waves off his worries, nods quickly, “Oh yeah, I just. I thought I’d ask, but I’ll be here until the late evening, and—”

“No, I mean… the two of you? No matter what she does or how much she retreats… She’s not done with this yet. And I know you aren’t either.”

Jungkook swallows. “But Tae said she—”

“You’ll see. I don’t care who she sees or how much she denies, but she’ll break eventually.”

Part of the sentence catches his attention, carving a crease between his brows, and he mutters, “Who she sees?”

Eun’s eyes lift from the ground; she looks alarmed all of a sudden, but calms down soon. As though she let something slip accidentally. But as though it’s not necessarily a secret, open for him to know.

Which is why she rethinks her words, yet confesses, “She’s been doing… things. But I know they mean nothing.”

Jungkook’s chuckle falls off his throat suddenly, and dies in the very next moment. His voice could carry a mocking undertone, but instead, it’s broken, shaky and… hurt.

“Hoseok, isn’t it?”

Eun doesn’t answer. Perhaps that tells him enough.

The gaze he shot at you at the movies was telling; Jungkook should’ve known. But if Eun’s right, and you’ve entered a lasting state of numbness… are you operating without logic?

Are you wanting any of this?

How are you feeling? Are you thinking of him? Comparing Hoseok to him?

What does your emotional shift look like? Does he inhabit your world enough to stop by, utter one single Happy Birthday, update him on your life, just because you still care?

Or are you… decisively moving on, finding something better, something easier?

Fuck.

The intensity of these thoughts… the heartbreak they spell. He brought all of this upon himself.

“You’ll see,” Eun, however, still repeats, motivation in her voice, “just looking at this,” she stares back at the painting, nods a little, “I think you guys are far from over.”

His heart skips a beat. The sting is still permanently present; but the hope her words spark in him are undeniable.

Despite the fact that it was him initiating the distance, the thought of making things right is excitingly tempting. The thought of holding you again, kissing you again.

Just one more embrace, even if it’s a goodbye; one more smile. Deep melancholy aside, such a moment appears a thousandfold happier to him than whatever he’s trapped in now.

And even if…

Even if you won’t allow a touch. Maybe it’s easier to part on a friendly note. And he wants it… wants it so bad.

Doesn’t want you sad. Doesn’t want you numb.

“Just keep hoping. Can’t promise anything, but she might show up. Okay?”

Eun’s voice is soft, encouraging. She seems so sure about what she says. Like she’s gained the power of sight, but isn’t allowed to say much.

And it does something to him.

Despite Hoseok’s looming presence over you, he needs to hold onto that miniscule sliver of longing — if he gave into the envy, to the pain your current state inflicts on him…

He’d accept defeat, wouldn’t he?

Eun pats Jungkook’s shoulder before she finally steps away. Her heels sound through the big, light room until the noise is a mere echo; they’re accompanied by the words she spoke, repeating in his head.

Unfocused, he rearranges and interprets what she said, thinking it over and over again until it barely means anything anymore.

You’re far from over.

She might show up.

You’ll see.

So the two of you really aren’t over yet, right? What’s still left?

A conversation? A fight?

Or a lifetime with you?

The wait for you and the impatience that follows along suddenly overweigh again; you grow to an incredible size in his head, distracting him from his surroundings when it was the exact opposite just ten minutes ago.

That is, until the next person approaches him again; wearing a tie, fancy-looking, visibly interested in his artwork. And the questions begin again.

A glance at his watch lets his heart fall to his guts.

There are a lot less people now. Of course there are — no one is allowed to enter anymore. The museum’s opening hours are ending soon.

The last figures stroll by casually. Maybe they’re tired, too.

Jungkook can’t see the sky outside; he doesn’t know how light or dark it still is, how tense the clouds are, whether the sun’s still going down or whether it’s raining.

But he feels tired. His feet are starting to hurt. The white walls are suddenly too bright, the people too quiet by now.

The optimism is dwindling.

And you… nowhere to be seen.

And when Namjoon eventually visits the few rooms that showcase his exhibition, still dimpled and hyped, and delivers a cheerful applause, Jungkook knows it’s over.

He should be happy. It was an eventful day.

Yet, an invisible knife is still gutting him open. The beginnings of a familiar sickness emerge in him; he needs a shower. Needs his bed. Needs to sleep, so he can stop thinking.

But the night keeps stretching; time doesn’t pass faster for him. And you stay absent; not a trace of you around. Your smile or your voice — you refuse to grant him any of it.

He guesses he deserves it.

So he doesn’t blame you but him as he wraps up the night. Doesn’t let disappointment replace his despise towards himself when he bids his goodbyes to the other people; tells Namjoon he’ll be there the entire week when he doesn’t even need to be.

It’s okay, he tells himself, because why would you come?

Why does it matter what you were to him, or what fucking day it is? He ruined it… fucking ruined it. So it’s justified. It’s okay.

His knuckles pale when he wraps his fingers around the straps of his bag. In the pocket of his thin jacket, the other fist presses down, scared of ripping the fabric.

He declined Namjoon’s offer to take him home, and part of him regrets it — maybe he could’ve used that time as further distraction. Maybe it would’ve minimised the pain, brought him to his bedroom faster. Detached from reality, straight into a sleepless dream.

Instead, his thoughts whir, and for a second he can’t help but ask himself—

What are you doing right now? Are you thinking of him?

He whips out his phone.

He wonders. If you’d come, what would you’ve said? What would you’ve done?

Smiled at him? Perhaps complimented his work. Told him the last of what rests in your mind, delivered a well-spoken goodbye that would’ve ripped him apart the way he’s shattered you before.

But you’re patient. You choose your words carefully.

So maybe, you would’ve let him down slowly.

He unlocks his screen, opens your chat. You’re offline, and your profile picture still smiles at him. A remedy for the soul; a sword to his heart.

Maybe he should type his thoughts out; maybe he should send you one last letter from his heart. Maybe it could change something, anything.

What if the two of you weren’t in this situation?

If you’d come today, still basking in his affection, still the same as you were three weeks ago. When he held you, when he looked at you. When he brushed the hair out of your face, watched you make breakfast and then cooked lunch for you.

Perhaps you would’ve snuck up to him, and then commented on his attire. Would’ve exclaimed a tender Wooow, and asked him when he’d done all that.

You would’ve displayed genuine interest, genuine admiration. Would’ve sported the proudest smile on your angled head, fingers intertwined behind your back. A small kiss on his cheek, the willingness to stay until he’s done here.

You’re sweet like that.

Or… you were, until he altered your demeanour.

The words in his letter, anything he wanted to say, evaporate into thin air, one by one. Instead, he comes to a stand, hurries over the keyboard and presses send twice without a second thought.

Jungkook [7:43PM]: I’m sorry. I’ll always care about you… and i never wanted to cause you any pain Jungkook [7:43PM]: just wanted to protect you from it

The hand clutching the device falls to his side.

No matter what pictures he paints in his mind, his creativity won’t be enough this time.

Reality isn’t a canvas; not without you. It’s an abyss.

And when it pulls him deep down, the first tear rolls. Along his cheek, past the corner of his lips. To his chin, and remains there until others follow.

He presses his lips together and darts his head to the side when another passenger walks by; he sniffs, his head falling. The ache is killing him.

If you were here, you’d raise his head and pull him to your chest. You’d tell him some stupid joke, hold onto him tight. Your smile would be reassuring, tender, real.

But you’re not here.

And no one is ever going to look at him like you did, ever again.

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Eastside 6

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16 P17

pairing: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: growing up in the outskirts of Boston wasn't really pretty. Life wasn't that great for most people, most people. You had Matt and no one fucked with you when Matt was standing by your side. The chief's daughter and the bad boy deliquent. A perfect love story?

warnings: smuttty smuttt, angst, cursing, mentions of guns, mentions of drugs

matt pov

“You’re not mad?”

She shook her head and looked up at me with an unreadable expression. I swallowed and stared down at her. She just stared up at me.

I was waiting for the yelling. The screaming. The guilt trip that turned into rough makeup sex for how I left her the other night, but she just blinked up at me. Not an angry demeanor on her face, nor a smile.

“Don’t do this. I can’t read your mind as much as I want too. Just tell me you’re mad at me” I pleaded with my girlfriend. She shrugged. “You don’t have to read my mind, I’m telling you how I feel. I’m not angry with you” She said shaking her head, raising her eyebrows.

I blinked at her. I clenched my jaw and tapped my foot closing my eyes. “I don’t understand. You have to be mad. Yell, scream at me. Please just do something” I shook my head. She rolled her eyes.

“Is that what you want? You want me to yell at you?” She asked sighed and running her hands through her hair. I blinked at her flat demeanor.

“It’s better than whatever you’re doing right now” I said shaking my head. She looked off to the side. I bit my lip as I looked down at her. She’d been giving me the silent treatment all day long and her texts have been vague to say the least.

“Baby” I whispered as I pulled her waist. She shook me off and stepped back looking up at me. I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes.

“What?” I groaned clueless at what was going through her mind. She sighed and shook her head. “I’m late for class” She mumbled looking at me. My mouth dropped.

“No you’re not you still have 5 minutes” I said looking at her. She looked down at her feet. “Yeah well, I’m late” She said looking away from me. I just scanned her face.

“You’re not mad?” I asked again. She glared up at me. “No Matthew, I am not mad” she said through gritted teeth. Matthew? Oh god. I put my hands against my face, letting out a breath.

“I want to understand please help me understand” I said pressing my hands against her face. She pushed me off of her and sighed.

“I’ll see you later” She mumbled before walking off. I just turned and watched as she walked down the hallway.

“What?” I whispered to myself.

“I see you’ve resorted to talking to yourself now huh?”

I turned and saw Chris leaned up against the lockers. I glared at him pointing my finger into his chest. “You” I stated. He smiled stepping back holding his hands up.

“You can’t blame me for this one you’re the one who stuck your dick into her and didn’t make her finish” He chuckled. I pushed him back violently.

“That’s not what happened” I said through gritted teeth. He rolled his eyes. “Then what did happen?” He asked raising his eyebrows smirking at me. I glared at him shaking my head.

“You, we’re the most ultimate cock blocker of all time last night” I corrected him. He shook his head scoffing. “What would have happened if I didn’t call you?” He asked shrugging his backpack back onto his shoulder.

I just looked at him. “The package wouldn’t have come on time, Slim would have had your ass and she would have payed the price” He said pointing behind me. I sighed looking down, knowing he was right.

“I just wish she knew that” I mumbled looking down at my feet. “Yeah, well she doesn’t. So for now you’re protecting her without her knowing you’re protecting her” Chris stated. I looked up at him.

“And you’re gonna keep it that way. It’s better if she doesn’t know. Actually—it’s essential that she doesn’t know because that would complicate things” Chris sighed.

“She’s pissed. But she won’t tell me she’s pissed” I sighed looking at him. “She keeps saying she’s not mad, but she won’t text me. She won’t let me touch her and she’s storming off—“ I said shaking my head.

He raised his eyebrows. “I wish she would just yell at me, get it off her chest. But she won’t” I groaned placing my hand against my forehead. She’s never done this before, I didn’t know what to do. But I’ve also never done what I’ve did last night either.

“God bro, you’re giving me a headache with your relationship problems. I feel like I’m in a teen rom-com” He said shaking his head. I glared at him.

“Stop shitting on me and tell me what the fuck to do” I yelled at him. He sighed looking off and then looking back at me.

“I don’t know? Just fuck her” He shrugged. I let out a slow hard breath. Why I ever came to my brother for relationship advice, I will never know. But I was completely and utterly lost.

“That’s not the solution to everything, you absolutely shit bag” I said stepping towards him. He rolled his eyes. “I’m this close to losing my girlfriend over something you did. So give me some real advice but I tell Slim it’s your dream to do Coke with him” I mumbled looking at him.

He clenched his jaw before letting out a breath.

“Is she still wearing the necklace?” He sighed looking up at me. I furrowed my eyebrows. “What?” I asked blinking at him. He sighed and shook his head.

“Is she still wearing the necklace?” He said again shaking his head at me. “Yeah?” I said shrugging. He nodded. “So” He said placing his hand on my shoulder. “You’re not about to lose your girlfriend if your name is still around her neck, you idiot” he smiled shaking his head.

I let out a breath, nodding. Maybe he was right.

“Don’t you get it when a girl says yes she means yes, and when she says no she means no and sometimes when she says no she means yes and when she says yes she means no. It’s all in the body language and the girl and how they are acting. You have to understand what she means when she says it so you know which yes she means and which no she means” He said quickly.

I blinked at him.

“What?” I said softly. He groaned and rolled his eyes. “Is she acting mad?” He asked throwing his hands up. I nodded. He pursed his lips and pushed my shoulder.

“Then I hate to break it you bud, her no means yes” He smiled. I shook my head. “What?” I asked again shaking my head. “She’s mad at you!” He yelled at me. I sighed and looked away.

Fuck, she is mad at me.

“What do I do?” I asked looking back at him. He rolled his eyes. “Matt, I don’t know? You know your girlfriend better than me. Normally when a girl gets mad at me I just move on to the next” He shrugged. I just shook my head at him.

“Now” he said glancing around. “I need you to make that delivery again tonight” he said looking at me. I shook my head and stepped back. “No. I did it last time it’s your turn” I shook my head. He sighed.

“Slim asked for you specifically. I’m not showing up and having him force me to the do Coke” Chris shook his head. I bit my lip. Oh how Chris was such and asshole, but I loved him I wasn’t going to put my brother into that kind of position if it was avoidable.

“So what? I’m the designated delivery boy?” I said narrowing my eyes at him. He shrugged. “For Slim, I guess” He sighed. I groaned stepping back.

The last thing I needed was to come in contact with that man again. The bell rang above us. I looked back at him.

“Do not be late”

“Hello, my beautiful girlfriend who I love so much and is the light of my existence” I breathed quickly pecking her cheek and wrapping my arms around her from behind. She smiled and shook her head, making me smile.

She was smiling. Maybe she wasn’t that mad.

She still pushed me off of her, making me look down. “Y/n, please don’t do this. Just tell me what I can do to make you forgive me. I am so sorry” I said grabbing her arm and moving in front of her. She looked away from me.

“I told you I wasn’t angry with you” she stated again looking up at me. I shook my head. “You don’t mean that your no means yes” I shook my head down at her. Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Have you been getting advice from Chris again?” She asked raising her eyebrows. I just smiled and looked down at her. She shook her head chuckling.

“Do me a favor and never go to Chris with your problems” She said looking to the side and seeing my brother leaning against his car lighting up a cigarette slightly burning his finger and dropping it by his feet.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. God, he was an idiot. She just looked back up at me.

“He also told me to just fuck you I could have taken that approach” I sighed making her smile and shake her head. “He does know that’s not the solution to everything right?” She asked tilting her head at me. I smiled.

“That’s what I said” I stated. She just sighed and looked up at me. I just looked down at her, my eyes pleading with her.

“I know a way you can make it up to me” She stated slowly. I just looked down at her waiting for her to speak. She smiled slightly.

“My dad asked me to invite you over for dinner” She said stepping forward and looking up at me. I smiled and looked down at her. “He said if he can’t keep us apart that he’d like to get to know you better” She said quietly. I nodded hesitantly.

“And I know how uncomfortable my dad makes you and that parents aren’t your thing” She laughed making me roll my eyes. “But it would mean a lot to me if you did, come” She smiled up at me, as she laced her fingers with mine.

I swallowed the anxiety in my chest. A whole dinner? With a drug dealer and the chief of police? Kill me now. He already hates me I doubt he was going to change his mind over one dinner. But if it made her happy.

I nodded. “Okay” I breathed looking down at her. She smiled. “Okay? Like, you’ll go?” She asked smiling brightly up at me. I hesitated before nodding down at her. She smiled before leaning up and kissing my cheek.

“Okay consider me not mad anymore” She cheered making me roll my eyes at her. “Just be at my house by 7:30 tonight” She smiled up at me. My heart dropped along with my smile.

“Tonight?” I asked my face dropping. Her smile dropped at she looked at me and read it all over my face. She clenched her jaw stepping back and pushing my hands away and turning. Fuck.

I stepped forward grabbing her arm and pulling her back towards me. “Tonight is great. Tonight is perfect. I’ll be there. I promise” I said pressing my lips against the side of her face. She looked up at me.

“You promise?” She asked looking up at me. I nodded. I was going to be there. She smiled leaning up and pecking my lips quickly. I leaned down chasing her kiss but she stepped back.

“I’ll see you tonight Matthew” She said smirking at me before turning and walking away. I smiled as I watched her walk.

You know that saying ‘I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her walk away’? Yeah.

“You’re so pussy whipped it’s disgusting” Nick mumbled grabbing my arm as he walked by me and pulled me with him towards the car.

I shifted on my feet as I stood in front of her door. It felt like I was 15 again and asking her out for the first time, but that wasn't the case. I was on a major time crunch trying to make this up to my girlfriend. So I was going to look her dad in the eye and pretend I was the best thing in the world for his daughter, but I wasn't.

I try to be, but i'm not.

I swallowed as I lifted my hand to the door and knocked on it slightly and the stepped back. I don't think I had ever knocked on her door before this was a weird feeling. A few seconds later I heard the door open slightly before being pulled open revealing my girlfriend.

I smiled and let go of a little anxiety when I saw her smiling at me. "Come in" She smiled pulling my arm and pulling me into the house. She closed the door behind me. She turned and looked at me before looking towards the flowers I was gripping in my hand.

"These are for you" I smiled holding them out. She smiled and took them before bringing them up to her nose. She smiled looking up at me before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my lips down to hers. I smiled, pushing her hair back as she kissed me. She pulled back but didn't move from my face.

"Thank you" She smiled. I wrapped my arms around her waist and shook my head. "Don't thank me" I whispered. I heard someone clear their throat from down the hall. We both turned and saw her dad standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.

Y/n stepped back from me and I just looked at him. "Think you can give my daughter a bit of breathing room sturniolo?" He asked raising his eyebrows. I just bit my lip and looked at him. He wasn't in uniform. I don't think i've ever seen him not in uniform.

"Look, he got me flowers" Y/n stated next to me, holding up the bouquet. He glanced from the flowers and then back to me, an unimpressed look plastered all over his face. I smiled at him and he shook his head before walking back into the kitchen.

Y/n sighed and looked back over to me. I smiled down at her. "I think he loves me" I sighed placing my hand on her cheek. She sighed and turned her head towards the kitchen. "Come on" She said grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the kitchen.

"This is really good"

I felt daggers from across the table the minute I sat down. I swallowed. To be fair I wasn't scared of the 'chief of police' I was scared that this dinner could make him take his daughter away from me forever. So I was willing to do as much fake ass kissing as it took for him to be okay with me walking through his front door instead of his daughters bedroom window. Not that it didn't make me hard at the thought of her sneaking me foregoing her father's wishes, but it'd be nice to not feel like a criminal in every aspect of my life.

"Didn't know you were so fond of duck Sturniolo" He said looking up at me. My fork froze as I look up at him. "He's kidding" Y/n said leaning into me, making me take a breath. Her dad smirked and shook his head.

"How are your brothers?" He asked looking up at me. I sighed and looked down. "Living and breathing unfortunately" I stated making Y/n look over at me. He raised his eyebrows. "You guys don't get along?" He asked. I shrugged. "We're triplets, of course we do but sometimes I feel like we're so different" I stated honestly.

I loved my brothers, we are blood and they are all I have. Of course I loved them. I just wish sometimes they understood when it came to Y/n, but they never did which sometimes caused a divide.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Funny you should say that because they don't have half the record you do" He said sharply, making me glare up at him. "Dad" Y/n said through gritted teeth. I sighed. I should have prepared myself that sitting across from the chief of police for one dinner, he would bring up some kind of 'oh you're still a criminal dating my daughter' type of thing.

He looked over at her and then back at me. "Sorry" He stated looking at me, but no sense of remorse was across his face. I shook my head. "No I get it I have a record that you have undying access too" I said staring at him.

"But I haven't gotten a charge since I started dating your daughter" I smiled, he didn't. Y/n smiled next to me, placing her hand on my leg soothingly. He looked over at her. "You guys been dating a while now, huh?" He asked looking down at his plate.

"Almost 8 months Dad" She stated looking at him. I smiled down at my plate. It should have been longer than that If I didn't just man up and admit my feelings. We probably would have been together since middle school.

He hummed and then looked up at me. "You a virgin?" He asked pointing his fork at me. My eyes went wide as I stared at him. "Dad" Y/n said again her eyes wide as well. He looked over at her and then back toward me, clearly waiting for an answer.

I looked over at y/n. Did she want me to lie?

"Yes" I said narrowing my eyes at him. He just stared at me, pursing his lips. He didn't believe me, he shouldn't.

"So Dad, how was work?" Y/n intruptted our staring contest. I looked over at her, her face slightly red. I bit back a smiled and looked down.

"It was great. What do your grades look like?" He asked staring back at me. I looked up at him as he stared at me. I let out a slight laugh and bit my lip.

"They are okay" I breathed slightly. He hummed and looked back down. "Tell me more about this summer job you had" He stated making my face dropped. Y/n looked over at me. "What summer job?" She asked looking at me. I looked from her to her dad.

"Um, yeah" I sighed shaking my head. Shit. "It was just moving boxes and stuff for the company. It was hard but easy money" I nodded looking up at him. I felt y/n's eyes on me.

He hummed. "What company?" He asked. I felt y/n's hand move over my leg again, in attempt to sooth me, but it was doing the exact oppoiste. At the worst time possible. I shook my head.

"The company my dad used to work for before he moved" I stated looking at him. He nodded. I looked over at y/n who just narrowed her eyes at my reaction to her.

"What are your hobbies?" He asked looking down at his plate. I put my hand on y/n's stilling her movements. She looked over at me in confusion and then smiled looking down.

"What?" I asked looking back over at him. He glanced up at me. "Your hobbies? What do you do?" He shrugged. I glanced over to y/n who smiled at me before moving her hand on the inside of my thigh. Fuck.

"You know like--" I swallowed as her fingertips grazed the now bulge in my pants. "Working out" I swallowed. He looked up at me before scanning my chest. "Working out?" He asked raising his eyebrows. I nodded. "I do a lot of running" I stated as her hand went fully over me and pressed down.

I closed my eyes and looked down to hide my face.

"I can see that" He stated shaking his head, possibly making a dig at me, but I wasn't focused on his rude remarks I was more focused on his daughters hand basically palming me through my pants.

I just looked at her as she looked back down at her plate. I swallowed moving my fork around.

He went on about his day, asking me a few more questions like I was in an interogation room and y/n's hand finally retreated and we were finally done eating.

"Are you done? I'm done. You look done. Dad?" Y/n said quickly grabbing my plate from under me. I looked up at her as she stared down at me. What was she doing? Her dad looked up at her as she took his plate.

He stood up walking over to the sink as y/n walked up to me. "What the hell--" I whispered. "Wasn't fun getting teased was it?" She smiled. I clenched my jaw down at her as she smiled at me. I let out a breath.

"I want to show you something" Her dad said walking up to us, clueless at the conversation that was just occuring. I looked up at him and then down at my phone looking at the time.

"You got somewhere to be?" He asked looking down at me and crossing his arm over his chest. I swallowed before looking up at him. "No" I lied looking at him. He smiled. "Perfect" He stated walking past me. "Follow me" He mumbled. I looked down at Y/n and she shurgged, clearly having no idea what he was on about.

I sighed shaking my head before turning and following him. He led me out to the garage. I stepped down the steps seeing him opening a cabinet. I just walked towards him. He glanced at me before opening the cabinet, showing tons of guns displayed. I just looked up at him.

"You know a fair bit about guns don't you?" He asked as he pulled one out. I just stared at him. He glanced over at me. He raised his eyebrows. I looked to the side. I knew he was mentioning my possestion of a weapon charge.

"Y/n doesn't know too much about them" He stated. I nodded. "She doesn't" I agreed with him. He looked over at me before stepping over to me. "What are you doing?" He asked looking down at me. I stood my ground as I stared up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked as I looked up at him.

"I mean, why are you doing all of this? Why do you care so much about my daughter? You don't strike me as the guy to really care about anything" He shook his head. I sighed and looked down.

"I love her" I stated. He just looked at me. "She so much different than me, she's kind and sweet and--" I paused looking up at him as he stared down at me. "As much as you don't want to hear it--" I breathed closing my eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere" I shook my head as I looked at him. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Not unless she pushes me away" I said honestly looking at him. He sighed as he moved away from me.

"I know you hate me, but I love her and she loves me" I said shaking my head. He sighed and pulled out a gun, running his hand over it. I just watched him. "You don't have to trust me, but you have to trust when I say that I would never let anything happen to y/n" I shook my head.

It was true. No matter what I did on the outside of our relationship was shady and I get that. But if y/n was involved nothing was going to touch her.

"So you're telling me not to trust you, but to trust you with my daughter?” He said raising his eyebrow. I sighed and then nodded. He pursed his lip and looked down. "She's all I have" He stated not looking at me.

"I get my role as a chief, but this is my only daughter" He shook his head. I sighed closing my eyes. "I don't like you two together, but I hate fighting with her" He shook his head.

"I won't hurt her" I stated making him turn to me. "I'll kill you if you do" He stated glaring at me. I rolled my eyes and looked at him. "I'll be civil if you do" I stated looking at him. He pursed his lips and looked at me.

“Fine” he stated as he shook my hand. I smiled and turned. He put his gun back into place and I looked over.

“That’s a good caliber” I pointed. He turned glaring at me. “Quit while you’re ahead kid” he said staring at me. I nodded and looked down and then turned to back into the house.

I walked in and saw y/n cleaning the dishes in the sink. She looked up at me and smiled when her eyes landed on me. She put the dishes down before walking up to me. I smiled down at her.

“Everything okay?” She asked looking up at me. I nodded pushing hair behind her shoulder. She sighed and wrapped her arms around me pulling me into a hug.

"Time's up" Her dad stated as he walked back into the room. Y/n sighed and pulled away from me. I looked down at her as she grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the door. She pushed me out of the house and looked up at me.

"Meet at my window?" She whispered as she leaned against the door. I let out a breath and looked down at my phone. Fuck I was cutting it close. "Matt" She said catching my attention. I looked to the side, a million thoughts going through my head. I can't be late.

"Yeah okay" I nodded looking down at her. She smiled leaning up and pecking my lips and closing the door in my face.

As soon as I climbed through the window, she grabbed my shirt and pulled her lips to mine kissing me desperately catching me by surprise. She wrapped her arms around my neck before pulling me towards her bed and straddling my waist, pushing her hands through my hair.

"What's gotten into you?" I smiled pulling apart briefly to look at her dark eyes. She smiled and scanned my face. "You hopefully" She whispered before connecting our lips again. I smiled against her lips, I'd never seen her this desperate before. I gripped her hips as her legs sat on either side of me.

She gripped my face slightly as her lips trailed down my neck, leaving slow harsh bites. I let out an unsteady breath as she marked me. "Y/n" I sighed pulling her against me, trying to relive some tension between us.

He peered up at me. "What?" She said quickly connecting our lips again. I pulled back. She sighed and looked at me. "Look" she started. "Maybe you haven't been the best boyfriend in the world, but I haven't been the best girlfriend either" She said looking down at me. My eyebrows furrowed.

"I get it you have shit going on that you can't tell me and I've thought about it a lot and I know that if you think I needed to know you would tell me" She sighed. I just looked at her in disbelief. "I love you and I just wanted to say i'm sorry for being such a bitch" She whispered. I blinked at her. Was this really happening? Was I dreaming?

I shook my head. "y/n, You are not a bitch" I shook my head making her smile. She sighed and looked down at me. "I'm the one who needs to be apologizing" I stated shaking my head. She licked her lips as she peered down at me.

"It just means so much to me that you came tonight and I know that this isn't really your thing and it makes you uncomfortable" She stated, making me smile and shake my head. "And If I'm being honestly you talking to my dad being all nice, just for me--" She said trailing her hands up my chest. I looked down at her hands.

"It really turned me on" She whispered kissing the side of my face. I raised my eyebrows as she smiled at me. "So be a good boy and let me ride you" She said staring into my eyes before pressing her lips against mine, pushing me down against the bed.

I could have moan at that sentence alone if she would have given me a second to react. I never let her be dominate. This was my territory. But like I have mentioned many times before, I'd do anything just to make her happy, and with the fire in her eyes and the dirty things she was currently whispering in my ear, I'd be in idiot if I stopped her.

She pushed my shirt up before looking up at me. I reached down pulling it over my head and throwing it onto the floor. She smiled at me before undoing my belt and unbuttoning my pants.

God, I felt like a teenage boy who discovered what jacking off was for the first time I was so worked up. She pushed my pants down slowly leaving me in my underwear beneath her. Her hand ran down my clothed length.

I sighed lifting my hips up into her hand. "Y/n, please" I whispered. "Don't worry, I'm not mean like you. I'll let you finish" She said looking up at me. I felt her pull my boxers down and my dick sprung free. She smiled leaning up to me.

"You have the biggest dick i've ever seen" She whispered. I rolled my eyes. "It's the only dick you've ever seen" I mumbled looking down at her. She gripped it in her hand, wiping her thumb over the tip making me squirm.

"And the only one I ever will" She whispered making me moan sligthly. She smirked before wrapping her mouth around me and swirling her tounge around the tip. I lifted into her mouth, making her chuckle against me. The vibrations made me reach down and grip her hand in her hair, pulling on it.

"Y/n" I said begging her to take more. She hummed before lifting off me. "I've been thinking about this all day" She whispered as she dragged her tounge down my length. My dick was throbbing at this point. I squeezed my eyes shut. "Then take it" I stated pushing her head back down against me. I one swift motion she took all of me into her mouth.

I held back moaned as she moved against me. I guided her with my grip on her, thrusting into her mouth. I looked down as I saw her eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down her face from the impact. And absolute mess underneath me just to please me. She normally couldn't take all of me but she forced herself to, all for me.

I felt my dick twitch inside her mouth and I pulled her off. She looked up at me, wiping the drool off her mouth blinking. "You were about to--" She stated. "I thought you said you wanted to ride?" I smiled down at her. She smiled leaning up and wiping her face, tearing off her shorts and underwear before climbing back over at me.

"I'm not use to this" Her confidence suddently altering as she looked down at me. I shook my head and pushed her hair back. "You will do fine baby, i'll help you" I whispered. She swallowed. "I just want to make you feel good" She whispered back. My heart was beating out of my chest from the sweet innocent girl who was almost tearing up at the thought of not pleasing someone like me.

"You already have" I whispered. She smiled and I leaned up pecking her lips. She looked down between us before lining herself up with me. "You don't have to take all of it" I stated. She looked up at me before looking back down. She let out a breath as she sank down on me, making my lean my head back. I gripped her hips as she laid her head against my shoulder.

"Fuck" She whispered from the new feeling of her on top. I swallowed as she sank all the way down against me. Fuck, this felt too good. She started to lift off of me slightly before sinking again back and forth, again and again.

"Oh my--" I started to moan but her hand covered my mouth. I looked up at her. "Shut up" She grunted. Wow this was a switch. I sighed as I gripped her hips hard, following her motions drawing my hips back and pushing against her.

I felt as she grinded against me, pushing herself against me biting her lip so hard just to keep her moans in. "Move faster" I mumbled. She moaned against my neck as she moved faster against me.

This was when I realized what was happening. I left her to fend for herself last night. She was begging for me and I left her unsatified and now she was doing all of the work just to finish from me. She may like to be dominate, but I needed to be. This was fun and all, but I had some unfinished buisness.

I flipped us over quickly making her eyes snap open as I pounded into her and covered her mouth, knowing the moan that was going to leave her lips.

"You did your apologizing. But now it's my turn. I'm making you finish, and I'm making you finish hard" I said looking down at her. She nodded quickly as she pushed her hips against mine with every thrust.

"Matt oh my-" She muttered as she gripped my arm so hard, she drew blood. I looked down at the necklace laid across the colarbone, smiling to myself. I pushed her legs up hitting her from a new angle, fucking her the way I promised to the other night.

I turned her head, biting her lip so hard to muffle her sounds. I kissed down her neck. "Mine" I whispered. "Only mine" I whispered as I looked at her face. She was close. Really close.

"Tell me you like it" I whispered. She moaned nodding. "I said tell me" I said again gripping her face. "I love it" She cried before I felt her clench against me, making me twitch inside of her. I held it because there was no way I was finishing before her. I reached down rubbing harsh circles over her clit.

"Come" I ordered as she felt limp beneath me feeling her let go all over me and all over the sheets beneath me. I sighed as I thrusted into her a few more times. She pulled me against her. "You fuck me so good Matt" She whispered against my ear and that was all I needed before I released into her.

I sighed as I laid against her, us both breathing heavily. She ran her hands up my back. I looked up at her. She smiled down at me. "That's the only time I'll ever let you be dominate so I hope you enjoyed it" I said smiling softly. She rolled her eyes. "I'm surprised you let me do it for as long as you did pretty boy" She chuckled.

Pretty boy.

Fuck.

Slim.

My eyes went wide as I jumped up and out of her making her whine from the sudden loss. I scrambled for my phone seeing a text from Chris.

Chris

you have to be there in 20 minutes I hope you've left. Or your ass is Y/n's ass.

My eyes went wide as Y/n sat up. "What? What's wrong?" She asked looking at me. "I have to--" I started to say and she looked down. "Go" I whispered. She just nodded as she leaned over and reached for her shorts pulling them back on. "Y/n" I sighed reaching for her. She looked over at me.

"I know, It's okay" She said nodding her head slightly frowning. I swallowed as I pulled my boxers and pants back up. She looked away from me as she stood up.

I felt like this was just a hook up, like I was running right after fucking someone like a damn one-night stand. "I'm sorry" I stated as I stood. She nodded looking down.

"Thanks for coming" She whispered half smiling at me. My heart turned. My chest hurt. I sighed and shook my head. "I'm really sorry" I whispered. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Just go" She said smiling and motioning towards the window. I smiled sadly before walking over to her and grabbing her kissing her passionatly.

She laughed against me trying to push me off, as I kissed all over her face. "Get out" She laughed turning away. I smiled up at her. "I'm gonna marry you one day" I whispered making her smile and her face flush red.

"After fucking me like that, I'll be expecting a ring in the next few days please" She smiled holding out her hand. I rolled my eyes picking her hand up and kissing it. "Give me a few years, I love you" I smiled before turning and running out of the window.

I was gonna add another part but I wanted to get this out to you as fast as possible and If i want to update bfb or anything else I have to put this out so i love you guys missed you.

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