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Second chapter up on ao3!! 😇 yay it's finally done! Hope y'all like it!

Favors in February (M)

Chaoter: ½ Fandom: X1 (Korea Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lee Hangyul/Reader Characters: Lee Hangyul, Kim Wooseok | Wooshin, Reader

Summary:

Your twin brother, Wooseok, asks you a keep an eye on his “sleepwalking” hot roommate until he gets back from Seungyoun’s party. A favor your brother asked, turns out to be a favor for you, quite expectedly. Twins get equal quits!

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Favors in February (M)

Chaoter: ½ Fandom: X1 (Korea Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lee Hangyul/Reader Characters: Lee Hangyul, Kim Wooseok | Wooshin, Reader

Summary:

Your twin brother, Wooseok, asks you a keep an eye on his “sleepwalking” hot roommate until he gets back from Seungyoun’s party. A favor your brother asked, turns out to be a favor for you, quite expectedly. Twins get equal quits!

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I hope we’re staring at the same sky tonight; seeing the moon as bright as your eyes, as whole as your heart, as beautiful as you are.

It’s full moon. Happy birthday, dear.

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Also Into You (M)

rating: H for hixtape thirst-quenching pairing: hoseok x reader/you word count: almost 7k ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11963322

A heartbreak and your internal confusion; just the perfect combination of a problem your best friend can fix.

"Hey Hoseok, bring your girl space friend home, she's too drunk."

You managed to hear from your friend you recognized as the host of tonight’s booze night when you were trying to stop yourself from dozing off. Not that much, but you drank to your heart's content, enough for you to forget something you have to forget, just like what your friends suggested. Hence now, your head was thrown at the couch's seat, butt's numb from the cold floor and your legs wrap a leg of a black faux marble table where bottles stood empty and white plates lie, decorated with crumbs. Your friends' suggestion was indeed effective. Until someone so stupid just has to bring up that memory blurred by alcohol. "Yeah? Has she forgotten about crying already?" Hoseok spoke as he went near your side, and then nudging you arm. "Hey." He was startled when you snapped at him. It was his fault anyway for bringing it up, and you actually wanted him to physically feel the pain you were feeling in your heart but you were too drunk to have the needed force of your hand to slap him. "Hey," speaking now with much concern, or was it your hallucination, he straightened your back. "Do you wanna go home?" "I'm not yet drunk. And you should drink, you party pooper." You poked his cheek, but felt nothing when you thought you did. Right, you are too drunk to see him doubling now. "Let's go home~ let's go home~" Jaein whined while tugging your shirt from the side. "Yah~ We didn't tell you to drown yourself in vodka! Look at you! Lifeless drunk!" "Says the woman who almost stripped in front of a dog!" "Seriously? At least I have sobered up now!" "I've sobered up as well, I'm just resti - " Gross as it is, you felt your insides twitching and as much as you don't want to make a mess, you tried to stand up and walked slowly to the toilet with Hoseok and Jaein as your support, yelling hold it as if their lives depended on it. You didn't notice yourself tearing up as you emptied your poor stomach. Was it the pain of your twitching stomach or the stinging of your throat? It was most definitely worse than that, but you tried so hard to make the alcohol still make its wonder to your mind. To make you forget your one month short relationship with the woman of your yesterday's dreams. To diss yourself for crying about a bitch who only looked for a good makeout and became a complete jerk after a huge disappointment from your performance which she did not even open up to you nor give you lessons and advice. You felt a splash of cold water directed onto your face as a hearty chuckle was then heard just by a close inch from you ears. "Here, let me wash you up." "It's okay, I can - " "Just - " he pushed your hand back down and continued washing you up and even gargling some water he scooped with his hands. You are slowly slightly sobering up, and by then you felt his soft caress on your back. "Here's the towel. And a glass of water. Is she okay now?" You heard Jaein's voice from faint to clear. "Yeah, at least she didn't pass out - " And as if on cue, you did, caused by fatigue. Hoseok was quick enough to catch you by then after a squeal of shock from Jaein. "We should really go now."

Hoseok hesitantly dropped off Jaein by her house even if he asked her to come with him to send you to your apartment. He was completely nervous thinking how is he going to take care of you, change your dirty clothes to something comfy, if you have not waken up upon getting back to your home, and what else, that stupid plan of Namjoon. Jaein just laughed it out before entering their gates, unbelieved of what she just heard and then teasing him if he now sees you differently. Hoseok did not argue any farther with that, and just went to his mission of sending you home safe and sound.

If he is to be the most honest human, he really feels awkward right now if he were to undress and re-dress you of something else. Not that he haven't seen you on your bra; you are too liberated for his sake, though he was so used to it when he comes over for hangouts and stuff. But the you of tonight was someone else. He is seeing a new you; so fragile, so pained, so sorrowful - a three-sixty degree of what he knew of you as you. He laid your flushed body on your bed, careful not to hurt a muscle on you. His slow panting was the only sound heard around, and he can't help but to look at the blush on your cheeks, messy hair, and your dead eyes. Somehow, he became conscious of his gender and yours that he never even once bothered reminding himself of when you two are on bed watching movies or when you two are too huddled up to each other when hangout spaces are so skimpy. "Jung Hoseok, what's your problem now? You don't want your friend to sleep like a corpse when she always took care of you at times like this!" He told himself as he searched your dresser for a decent nightwear but it seemed like you haven't done your laundry yet. He looked further and saw the nightie he once gifted you for Kris Kringle as something dirty, a week after your coming out. It was of royal blue silk, and a length he never saw you donned. He smiled at the thought of you not even discarding this when you obviously never even once tried it since it was given almost a year ago. "Do you seriously want me to change... into that?" He jolted at your voice suddenly breaking his thoughts. "Yes... I mean you should change before your slumber at least! I'll find you another if you aren't comfortable with this." "It's fine. I've never wore it anyway; for a change, maybe? I will." You extended your arm as if waiting for him to throw it to you. "Are you okay now?" He said, and with your nod he continued. "Go take a shower. You reek of alcohol and vomit." "Ugh, alright." With his little help, you managed to get out of bed and go straight to the shower. "Uhm, Hoseok..." Hoseok hummed, letting you know he listens behind your closed bathroom door. You looked at your reflection in the mirror: you were ruined. Your eyes are dark and bagged; face so bare that you can't even remember your what your makeup looks like when you went out with your group of friends to party and mostly just get drunk at Namjoon's. Are you really letting this heartbreak affect you like this? Sure, it was kind of experimental but you loved her. She was your best friend. And, ironically, you had yourself confused since the day she taught you to walk lady-like - so far from your tomboyish style - when the class nominated you as the muse for the annual sports fest which originally was a tease about you but was then approved by the admin. Since then you fought with every speedy heartbeats when she is so close, her thighs touching yours, or when she looks at you directly in the eyes when she is asking for favors. Until the cold winter nights bothered you, thinking about her more frequent than how you think of your daily routine, blushing when memories of her hugging you and holding your hand came to mind. By then, you were still confused, but definitely this particular girl attracted you more than any man before, and soon you found yourself confessing to your friends about your situation when you can’t seem to hold onto your pretense any longer. And after seeing your reflection now, you became even more confused of yourself - of your sexuality. “...Do you think you can spare the night?” “Do you want me to stay?” You fiddled with your fingers as tears again formed blurred your sight. “Well, I’m thinking… I need someone to talk to.” You waited for him to respond and you nervously continued when it became silent at the other side of the door, sensing he might want to go home right away for it is already early morning of yesterday’s tomorrow. “I-It’s just for the night! Maybe you can go after we talk. Or maybe we can talk some other time?” “Sure.” You sighed at his comforting voice. “We can talk all day about it if that’s how I can be of help.” Sometimes you actually wondered why does your bestfriend have no lover when he is this caring and sweet. Admirers, he had them - lots. But he never spoke of any name he might have found pretty or sexy or attractive, nor ask for some of your advice if you came to know this particular person. It once actually popped in your mind that he might be gay like you, or maybe asexual because he never once reacted when he saw you on your underwear once, but you respected him as much as he respected your coming out so you never said a word about your speculations on him. You went out of the shower wearing the silk nightwear and for once you felt aware. Never in your life you wore a dress in such length, straps so thin, and neckline outlining your breasts, and you reminded yourself not to look Hoseok in the eye yet, afraid that he might be looking at you in awe or perhaps disgusted at the sight. “Do you wanna take a shower?” You walked to your vanity table, eyes straight into the mirror as you made your way. You took out your hair dryer and told him that you only have in your dresser his once new dark grey sweatpants you borrowed from him before and never returned because you liked it for yourself - and he laughed at that confession, not even remembering that he had such pants. It was his reflection walking to the bathroom that made you start distracting your mind with the noise from the dryer. Self, are you okay? - You asked yourself, aware of your nervous breathing you don’t even know where it came from. Why am I suddenly so nervous? You increased the power of the dryer and let yourself be absorbed by the annoying noise as you slowed down the pace of your breaths. Hair still damp yet dry enough to not drip, you set aside the machine and propped into your bed not without taking out the sweatpants from your dresser, placing it on the floor by the bathroom so he can change to it without exposing his naked body on you. Not that you mind; you never did actually. You have seen him shirtless and you weren’t bothered by it, but it is not to be ignored that he has a built that can make girls drool, given that he is one of the best dancers in school. Your thoughts made you cover yourself up to head with your blanket. Ugh, what really am I? Soon, you heard your bathroom door creaking joined then by his hearty chuckle. “Are you sleeping on me now? Oh - ah this pants! So this was in here all along?” “Just wear it already.” “Alright...done.” He said as you heard a popping sound of the garters to his skin. Finally, you let yourself breath some nice air, releasing your head from your blanket cocoon. His weight created waves on your bed as he laid himself beside you, back resting on a pillow against the headboard. “So... let it all out.” You didn’t break your stare off the ceiling, starting your verbal novel with a sigh. From the very start of your confusion back then, to you confessing to her, to you asking your ex-girlfriend out, and to every details after, you mapped them in your mind and shared to him. He listened, careful not to miss a thing out when he is completely distracted by the smell of your soap on him, and your shampoo lingering at his side. It was a tough job but he did it as good as how he always does when you were around him. “...I thought… I thought maybe because I liked her, I could make her feel good. But when I tried, when we tried, I can’t seem to find it… enjoyable? Pleasing?” “Mhhm,” He hummed when you paused for a moment. “What have you felt then?” “I don’t know. Uh… Awkward? Yeah, I felt awkward while we do it and kind of... disgusted after that - I don’t know really! I felt like we don’t have a sexual connection or something” You covered your face with your both hands. “Part of me says I like her yet part of me says I didn’t want to do it.” For a while, there was a calming silence. A silence you have craved for your brain to feel at ease. “I think I know what your problem is.” You snapped your head to his direction, angling up a bit to look into his eyes that met yours when he looked down at you. “Maybe you are straight after all.” Your stomach curled at that, causing some ticklish feeling inside. Straight? Me? I don’t think so. “After I felt some attraction with a girl, I am straight?” “Well, that was one girl. Have you even felt that way to any girls? Most girls?” “Hmm, I’m kind of a loyal person.” “I don’t mean like that!” He was sitting straight by now, arms flexed as he tried to balance himself on the soft mattress. “I mean it’s possible to have a girl crush! You can’t just say you’re a lesbian if you’re attracted to your same sex. Ah I knew it since you came out.” “Know what?” “You came out when you were still confused, and all because you were confused. Didn’t we ask you that? That you might just be confused but you were so stubborn, but we still respected you.” “I don’t get it. Why did she even make me confused if I’m straight then?” “That could have happened because you two are always... together…?” “Then what about us? We are always together and - “ You stopped halfway on what you were saying as you even more became aware - of yourself, of him with his bare half just few inches away from you, his sweatpants touching your bare shoulders. The room fell silent yet again when both of you couldn’t think of what to say as defense on what you were saying. All the images of you being together then flashed in your mind; all your teasings, all your ticklings, all your phonecalls at night, all the times he slept on your shoulders or you on his lap, all the times he carried you on his back or you by his arm when he is drunk. You two have always been by each other’s side since middle school and became much closer in your first year of college, especially when you came out, wherein you two stayed at each others apartments sometimes when you feel like it not even caring on what the other looks like. You two were almost teased by your friends inside and outside of the group since then, but you being known as the pretty one who is always in tomboy style since elementary and him having a reputation of no girls til I turn 18, teases always die down before it even reached your ears. Both of you are always comfortable around each other to the extent of forgetting the fact that you are actually not in the same sex as him, nor him as you. You felt neutral whenever you are with him like how you see him and your friends, but it never crossed your mind how he actually felt when he saw you almost naked when he made a surprise visit or when your hands accidentally brush each other or when your cheeks are almost an inch away when studying together. You blinked multiple times as you looked down at your wriggling feet under your blanket gathering all your thoughts and reserved speeches for when awkward moments arise. Some tension is obviously just standing around the corner waiting to be lifted but none of you seemed strong enough to, until he tried to. “Actually…” he breathed out as heavy as the tension he is trying to lift and push away. “I want to ask you that…” You looked at his eyes, a decision you regretted the most as of now, seeing it as dark as his hair and as deep as his voice. “W-what?”

There was a lump in his throat but he fought with it with all his might. “Don’t you feel anything when you’re with me?” A gasped managed to escape silently as your eyes seemed to bulge out of your head just like how your heart seemed to love the idea of escaping out of your chest. Much more when he dipped his head closer to yours when you didn’t say anything, his hands on both sides of your head, and then getting the chance of pressing his lips on yours. It was so sudden, though you somehow felt it was coming. It was a pure and chaste kiss - a peck actually - that lasted for about a millisecond but it didn’t fail to make your heart to skip a beat. “How about now?” he stayed in that position, eyes glued on yours and a hand travelling from your forehead to your cheek. His lips slowly formed a soft smile when he noticed the slight blush tinting your cheeks. You cursed the novel feeling inside your heart. What is this? I shouldn’t be feeling this! And newsflash, he is your bestfriend, much like what your ex-girlfriend was. You tried your hardest to fight the urge to feel his lips on yours once again, thinking a lesbian should find it nonchalant to kiss a boy, but you find it to be something else. You wanted it again, and this time longer and deeper. His face tells you he is getting worried upon your unresponsive attitude that you might just kick him out of the house for kissing you but it all faded when you rose from lying, discarding the heavy sheet resting on your body and then holding his neck. You looked into his eyes now darker as ever as you both exchanged breaths. “I don’t know what this is, but it is what I feel right now.” And without waiting any reaction from him, you took his lips for yourself and kissed him as it was your favorite thing to do. The kiss was not as pure as the first, just perfect how you wanted it to be. It was of plain desire - as bad as if it was forbidden. You kissed him thirstily and he kissed you back hungrily, eating your mouth as if he was a predator and you were the only prey left. His hands, which you did not even notice taking a hold on you, travelled from your hips to your waist pulling you closer to him as you continue the thing with your tongue to his that makes him moan - a sound you love hearing and a feeling in your mouth you can’t seem to get sick of. None of you even has an idea of breaking the kiss for a breath of oxygen; only but an idea of having it better. You wasted no time putting your weight on him, straddling him with your legs and let him rest his back comfortably against the headboard; by then, a moan you two can’t help but let out made you break the kiss when you felt his hard rock under you and him feeling your heat on his clothed erection. How difficult was it for him to restrict himself not to tear both your clothes off right then and there but he is letting you take your time as if helping you on knowing and discovering yourself better. You rested your forehead against his as your instincts whispers you an idea of rocking your hips against his with a devilish smirk he can even see through his eyes shut hard, and so you did with a bite of your lower lip. He let out a guttural moan, showing you his neck upon throwing his head back, allowing you to lean comfortably to his shoulder as you continued to work him up. His grip on your waist tightened, controlling your pace and increasing your weight on him. Everything was new to you, and you were moving like you are being manipulated by a hedonistic parasite in your brain. You were… enjoying it somehow, feeling the pool of heat already soaking, almost dripping out of, your underwear as your breath hitches when he did too. Him moaning your name was something you’ve never thought of, not like you were actually thinking of fucking him. You never did, you never found him sensually attractive. There was one time though, but that was that, just once. It was when you were both drunk once, and he was being the guy who was a total opposite of him, speaking the language of debauchery mixed with humour. It was the alcohol probably that time. But this time, it is just you finding him so erotic. “H-Hoseok… I…” “Are you close, babe?” His groan-filled voice, even calling you babe, furthermore increased the turning of your stomach. You nodded fast, not even caring if you looked like the virgin of all virgins for cumming just by grinding. “Let loose, baby. Come for me.” It wasn’t him to talk this way, but you are sure he didn’t drink enough last night to be drunk like last time. And with that thought, you almost screamed his name but you chose to bite your lips with only a whimper loud enough for only Hoseok to hear, embarrassed. You panted your hot breaths onto his neck as you rode your high, but you were completely astounded as to why he is still rock hard. Even though you feel a little shy, you tried to look at him and he was actually waiting for you to do so. With a smile yet still hooded eyes, he cupped your cheeks with him still breathing hard, legs writhing as he tries to stop himself from cumming. He need no words from you to tell him you wanted more of him, so he plunged his lips to yours once again, this time flipping you over to your back as he hovered over you. He was as careful as how he laid you on this bed earlier when you were in slumber, controlling his strength not to hurt a single muscle. For a while of tongue-wrestling - so deep and sounds oh so wet - you broke off from the kiss as you gasped for air as lying down does not really help your lungs in creating more oxygen when he takes all of it from you. With your hands on his chest, you looked up at his dark orbs that reflected your own desire. “I want you.” “I do too.” He knew it, he was just waiting for you to say it. “I’ve always did.” That was his signal to devour your mouth in his, discarding your nightwear, sliding it up like it was butter on your skin. He wasted zero seconds in kissing you down to your jaws, then neck, trying to find that spot; which he knew he succeeded when you moaned out his name, all the while massaging your clothed breast. Oh how he hated your bra having three locks, he almost lost his patience - almost biting your collarbone skin off - when at last he did and conquered your nipples standing erect with his hot, dirty little mouth. You let out a gasp as your back arched, wanting him to have all of you in his mouth. His soft hair entangles with your fingers as you take hold of him, unconsciously pulling his hair when he did some magic in pleasing the heck out of you with his sucks and playful tongue. He then went on to the other mount, pleasing it equally as how he did to the other. It was no news that you are dripping again, like a goddamn full dam having to let out volumes of water. He went on kissing, licking, and sucking your skin down to your abdomen and further down to where attention is most needed. Your toes curl at the contact of his hot breath to your clothed sex, and soon you felt him cupping your mound with his mouth. “A-Ahhh… Ju-Jung... H-Hoseok…” You don’t even care on your crumpled sheets now, now that you feel the utmost pleasure you’ve never felt in your nineteen years of living. At the sound of his name coming from the loudest moan you’ve ever let out the entire time, he groaned through your heat, wondering how much sweeter would it sound when he eats you out, even more when he fucks you deep. “I’ve been wanting to hear that from you.” He teasingly pulls off your panty slowly caressing your legs as he did. “These legs are perfect. I felt so lucky I might be the first one to see them.” You chuckled at his sudden compliment. How can he be so evil yet an angel at the same time? “Wow baby, you’re glistening,” he whispers of lustful breath onto your damp mound. “Look at me. Look at me as I taste and eat you out baby.” Even though you can’t bear to even open your eyes, you did as told when it was just his excuse to see your face scrunching because of his mouth. With just the softest touch of his tongue you were already sending your eyes back to roll inside, but he was quick to grab your hand to remind you of what he said, eventually interlacing fingers with yours. You looked at his eyes directly and you swore you can’t see your bestfriend’s soul in this sex god of a creature lapping your juices. He was looking back at you, dead eyes, not even blinking, and his moans all the more bringing out your arousal. “Oh baby, you are so wet for me.” His tongue went to rubbing your clit, making you curse in all the language you have learned and not long enough he was rubbing your labia with his finger, eventually inserting it to your hot, dripping entrance. You almost choke, and you concluded you can’t handle looking at his evil eyes who never left yours anymore. Your head fell onto the bed, in sync with the arching of your back, letting out another loud moan, now sexier than the previous ones. His fingers tremble at that, but he wanted it unknown, making him torture your poor bud to make his suffering unnoticed. “You like it, babe?” You moaned a yes, “So, so much… you are so good Hoseok…” and as a reward for your compliment, he added another finger, ramming to you unstably, while trying so hard to keep himself from cumming - saving it to see you showered with loads of it. Faster - you said through bitten, already swollen lips to which he obeyed. He was sweating so hard, but he never let it get in the way of seeing your face contort in pleasure, even if some slide down to his face or his eyes. He himself can’t help but to pant, feeling his own cum on the verge of release, and it was your continuous moaning and hip thrusting on his hand that made him so close. “Ahh, I can’t hold it anymore,” he said almost inaudible with his guttural sounds, as he stood on the bed on his knees, releasing his sex to freedom from the restraints of the sweatpants. As much as you were disappointed at the sudden absence of his mouth when you were just as close as he is, you found it exciting seeing him pump himself right in front of you, his tip looking like the most delicious strawberry with a subtle pint of cream on top. “Baby, touch yourself for me…?” His voice almost air, and without further ado, you did the honors to yourself. Both of you were chasing breaths, as you look into each other’s eyes as you two worked yourselves up. There’s no point in denying that it was the second image of him that appealed erotic to you, next to him speaking of vulgarity. “I’m cumming…” you two chorused with moans as your background music. It took not much of a while, reaching the bridge part - the climax - and for the second time tonight, you had your release, now at the same time with his. You felt some warm liquid shooting to your navel, to your breasts, and some spurts right on your parted lips. Eyes still shut, you tasted him, running your tongue on your lips. “You are so fucking hot.” Words you’ve never heard directed to you just escaped his mouth. You smiled faintly at that, a bit sad that it just ended right there. Or that was what you thought, until you heard a sound of a cloth being thrown across the room. You jolted at the sudden contact of his tongue on your navel, tasting himself as he journeyed up towards your breasts and to your neck, again claiming your favorite spot, while his hand found yours to hold and interlace with. All these actions never seemed to cease making you hot and damp, and now much wetter. This time was a bit more passionate; he was kissing and licking you painfully slow as he goes back to your sucking your breasts, making you hiss when his teeth accidentally, or not, grazed on your flesh. “H-Hoseok… wait,” out of the blue, you told him. “I think you’ve done your job.” You pulled him up, reaching for his lips as you kiss it passionately. “It’s my turn.” He swore his lip skin may tore off after hearing how you became dominant, and was even more aroused when you strongly pushed him to the side, claiming the top. You started a heated kiss once again, tongue already fighting when it began, as you began working him up with your damp heat rubbing his shaft - skin to skin - feeling it twitch just underneath you. He was almost groping you like he never wanted to let you go any moment now, or maybe forever. You were doing so good in working him up and god his moans louder than yours are music to your ears. You don’t even care how he bites your lips so hard, as long as you feel him shiver because of you, it was enough. Obviously, he never had sex before as much as you do seeing him writhe and become so weak by the contact of your soft and hot labia on his growing erect, and his moans so muffled and all guttural, so deep yet loud. Your wet kisses travelled from his mouth, to his neck, to his toned abs, and while doing so, you didn’t miss the chance to slide your body against his shaft as you go down. You heard him hissed as your hand finally takes a hold of him. “Tighter,” he says, his hand over yours, adjusting it to his tightness and speed preference, and for future reference. You gasped at his size in your grip. He is unexpectedly this big and long? You haven’t imagined it for yourself, but one time - or was that twice - you had to see its shape when he was lying down in the dance studio after some tiring rehearsal, arms and legs sprawled away from his body. Just with the thought of him inside you had you moaning his name and you just had to hide it by licking his building precum on the tip. You had him even weaker as you continued sliding up and down with the help of some of your juices, and your mouth taking over. His legs tensed up, be he was still mindful enough not to press your head between his thighs. “You feel so good - mhhmhm.” “And you taste even better.” You were so wanting him. You were so hungry of him that you just sucked him off as fast as you can and as tight as your mouth can handle and it made him almost scream, nevertheless bucking his hips into your mouth. “How are you so good at this? Fuck…” His moans was definitely a sin, tempting you to pleasure yourself but he was quick to tell you he got other plans. A much better plan. “Let me take care of you, baby.” And as if he was in a hurry, he turned both of you over, him taking the top spot yet again. “Are you ready babe?” He pampered your skin with kisses, and from the vibration of your throat and your legs already wrapping his waist, he already knew your answer. “Uh-uh. Not without some protection.” He smirks at you as he gets something from under your pillow. “What the - ? Hey, I don’t buy condoms!” He chuckled at your cute reaction. “It’s mine. I slid it under earlier,” and wore the condom himself like he was an expert of it. “Did you plan all of this?” “Nope,” he whispers as lies on top of you, angling himself to your entrance. “Namjoon did.” That devilish smirk was enough for him to start his momentum of conquering your mouth with his, and your sex with his. As much as you wanted the kiss not to break, you were both betrayed by your gasps and moans. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” He wasn’t even halfway but your eyes are already shut, fingernails already digging crescent moons on his back while the other hand is pulling his hair. “Fuck, Hoseok…” and you didn’t even realized you were holding your breath when he finally have settled inside and you were both panting. “Oh my god… ahh…. oh dear… ahhhh.” “Babe, ugh. You… Fit me perfectly…” he kissed your lips as chaste as his first, cupping your cheeks. “How do you want it baby?” “I don’t know. Just… just do something.” You spoke as if your manners left you. “Just tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop, alright babe?” “No. Please. Wait until we cum. Don’t even stop if I tell you to.” “As you say so, love.” Was it the new nickname or was it him coming out slowly and rummaging fastly that sent you to bliss? You don’t even care thinking about it after a few seconds as he makes you feel good - feel best - with his strong thrusts as expected from a dancer with powerful thighs. It took you some time to adjust to his tempo and his force and now you were matching his rhythm as you buck your hips meeting his. He loved it, sure enough, told by his heavier moans, dirty language which he surprisingly can let out in a situation that takes most oxygen out of his lungs and voice stolen by his moans, and his endearing kiss that lasted not long enough for him to catch a huge breath. He just wanted for you to feel the utmost pleasure that Namjoon indeed told him about. The pleasure that might show you the real you - of what you truly are - so you can get rid of your heartbreak and confusion. And you. You wanted to feel more of him as if his strong, speedy thrusts aren’t enough yet so you clenched around him. “I-I’ll fucking stop if you do that again I’m not kidding.” He says, travelling down his mouth to your neck. Unending series of moans and the sticky smell of lust surrounded your room as he fastens his pace even more, almost making your bed creak. He can’t get enough of how good he feels in you, of how nice and warm you around him, but even more it was the friction that keeps his libido stronger than his own body and mind combined. You felt his hot breath increase in speed as well; his mouth became steady against your ears, obviously diverting all his focus on slapping of your fleshes. “Hoseok… uhhhh…. I’m…. I’m close…” Your moans almost ate your words as you felt your core tighten for the third time now. “Harder… please…” Obedient as he always is, he did so, matching every strong thrust with a loud moan. Surely, your neighbors might have been mad by now, or maybe they were enjoying as well, remembering they were your age. With that kinky thought of having heard, you spilled your hot mess with him still inside you, letting your neighbors know who made you feel good at four am in the morning. “God… Hoseok… that was… the amaz - “ “We’re not… done yet… I haven’t… cum…” The mood changed all of a sudden, when you thought you were just riding out your high, he too seemed to slowed down his pace, kissing you as passionate as he can. How can he fuck so good and the suddenly turn it into something so passionate, so sweet yet so pure. It seemed as if he was making love to you, and you reciprocated the feeling to him, which he truly deserves. “Shit, I don’t want this to end.” He said as he rested his forehead against yours, sweat blending in with yours. “I don’t want us to end after this.” Confused of his sudden change in tone, you looked at him, yours still meeting his pelvis with passion. “What do you mean?” The three words he’s been wanting to tell you since he doesn’t even remember when can’t just slip from his tongue even if people would mock his cowardice. “Well… unless you realize… that I am not just a friend who you had sex with and… think not of this as experimental - a one-night thing.” He moaned at the sudden flick of his pelvis. “You mean you want this to happen again?” You said with a chuckle. “Hmm… If you finally find out the answer you’ve been looking for, then...” You smiled at him, cupping his cheeks and placing another chaste kiss on his lips. “Well, what do you think?” You tried rolling your hips in circular way making his hand so weak in your hold. “I just came three times. Won’t that already tell you something?” “What something?” His pace was gradually increasing making you pause for a moment before continuing on what you were saying. “That maybe I’m also into guys.” You smiled as you lift up his hand you were holding, and placing it on the left side of your chest. “...that maybe I’m also into you.” He bit his lips at your words with a smile as wide as an upside down rainbow but what made him moan is the fact that your heart beats as fast as how his does. He surrendered all his might, slamming onto you as hard and fast as he can to make himself cum and later on just spend the night with you, showing instead of saying how much he really felt for you, hoping for the next day, the sun would shine as bright to give him a chance to tell you the three words he still keeps in his mind, not breaking the promise to himself of saying it to that only girl he truly dears with his whole heart You.

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Come to think of it, the five senses might be human’s greatest power:  We can see colors of full spectrum; see varying shapes of this and that; look at someone’s eyes as close to us in less than a good inch or recognize that one body shape you’ve drawn almost a hundred times with your own line of sight;  We can hear the most quiet nights and even the loudest of days, your favorite song over and over again; the angry honking or the smooth train ride, innocent laughters and the harmony of nature; you can listen to that voice and even with cracks and stutters and different levels of pitches it still carries the best wave travelling to your ears;  We can smell morning cups of teas or coffee, or the sumptuous smell of our own dish which was far from being sumptuous at all but your nose did all the wonder; or your perfume lingering - almost tattooed - on your favorite shirt; the seasons, the weather, or as bad as pollution, your pet’s withdrawals, and even the scent of memories and years faded and well spent;  Our favorite menu from that good ‘ol restaurant, those nostalgic sweets you grew up with, the best pizza in the world, the neutrality of water and the creativity of every alcohol, the flavor of another’s mouth with a pint of your own - we can taste them all, every flavor is available;  To be able  feel and tell the time of the day or year; scratch that itchy patch on your back; activate your reflexes from the extremes, the refreshing run of water against your skin, and even singing the name of that person whose hands blindfold you for a surprise or just some childish acts for contact; all these are possible for we have touch.  It is through our five senses that we experience the world and its magnificence—  But it is not through the eyes that we recognize home or family or our most special friends. It is not through the ears that we understand ourselves and know who we truly are. It is not through the nose that we catch up on some relationships, or the environment, and even the society that have gone bad. It is not through the mouth that we taste the success we have been trying to cook and perfect. And most definitely it is not through the contact of another skin that we fall in love.  The five senses may be our greatest power but it takes a deeper, much greater power of a sense to fully grasp the world and appreciate life’s greatest gifts of all.

Pillow thoughts at 12:31AM which I wish I’d share with him

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That day-- First day, A time I celebrate First time I strayed;   To a new town I came Invited by them since then Alone, walking yonder;   One step, our stares shared By the gate less entered I see you-- But do you, too?   Your eyes are of his Your hair, almost-- And the old wind blew I see him and rue.   Perhaps it is The reason I looked The reason I stayed In this new town Again believing At love at first sight;   At sunrise once more I fell for my first love Seeing history in dilated pupils I hope you see not Only but this town Full of gazes meeting yours New hands craving yours.

170309 TO:YG

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If I were to describe happiness, I would say:   It is, in colors and hues, A blue with streaks of white Brightened up by yellow nigh;   It is, in words of speak, Full of laughters that break sentences that one make;   It is, in algebra, a perfect parabola in geometry and trigonometry, the solution in calculus, simply the absolute maximum;   It is, in science, the rise of the sea when moon shines— defying one’s gravity in the presence of another’s.   In language unmetaphored, Happiness is no abstract; Not an emotion but an option—   it is to coexist with melancholy yet choosing to laugh, love, live;   to be aware of frowns and preferring them upside down;   to fill up every empty box with hope not wanting to be found only at windup.   Happiness is the only word I’d sing Non-stop; repeatedly repeating, With words next to it I forever plight: “Happiness is you defined.

170218 TO:JH

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writing prompts // Hoseok

warning: mention of sex and suicide

artist!hoseok coincidently saving your ass during art class presentation by slipping one of his masterpieces and most special creation in your bag which is a portrait of yours complete with a note in the back “whenever could be the perfect time so i wont waste any second”, which was supposed to be his confession. it was the perfect time for him actually

you still can’t get over your ex who broke up with you just because you werent good as good in bed as he expected (what a butthole) and bestfriend!hoseok helps you clear everything from your mind to your phone to your laptop and accidentally coming across your darkest video which he silently watches as you sulk and rant and then later on compliments you that you are not that bad :-----)

both of you were suicidal and the day you plan your last day is when you meet him, both of you unknowingly saving each other’s lives by stalling time while arguing who should go first (im currently working on this)

ex-boyfriend!hoseok comes back to your life--with a child. you still love him, and regretted everything you pushed away including him when you were at the deepest crisis of your life. it was her wish, he told you, i granted without knowing it will be her final.

boyfriend!hoseok in denial that he wants it when you were drunk-teasing him because he was busy finishing touches to the new song he had a privilege to write as the title track which was due soon and the whole bangtan members themselves are the hardest to please. “bro, if you fail this, i might be as well the main dancer from now on” “and i’d be the substitute rapper” 95line fuels to the pressure

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Hatched in the unfamiliar Wandering, wondering—I, a caterpillar; With green surrounds rooted from the ground I crawl, crawl; I hear a growl.   Hungry—very much I was; I see holed leaves by bigger ones That look like me—of size triple Ah! I’d do like them twice ample.   Feeding from one stem; cautious, frightened, I hear them fight for different leaves and height; They grow bolder, I stay a toddler Along with few, they even more outgrew.   Sad, worried—very much I feel All but me I find them growing, hiding In their independence with courage to change; Others already winged of colors of beauty and chaste.   For days I looked at puddles to see me And dream of also kissing the wind. Eyes closed, I breathe, “I have to grow up to be”   I eat and crawl out of that same stem, Met several, singing songs seeding my soul; Now bigger, stronger, I crawled farther.   Yes, I was from that place, Thick mold of passion now concealed my old face; Soul, mind, heart and being—ready for shape. And after while I will be floating Kissing the wind, dancing with my vibrant wings.

MC Life, My College Life

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A string unseen stretched from you to me of love unfamiliar; Oh–a love from afar!   A string unfelt bruised yet belted my wrist and yours when one falls– out of sight; out of might.   A string yonder beyond, I wonder: can you tell the other end?   I thought: the heart’s truth will be a mind’s lie; And what I say is from the core of my brain:   That string I finally see, with a colour faded pink That string connects me, passion; you, innocence.

161230 TO:TT

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goodgirlazp replied to your quote “How does it feel to Pluck a feather out of you And place it onto...”

This is pretty

Glad you think so ^^ thank you so much for the appreciation :’)

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How does it feel to Pluck a feather out of you And place it onto another’s wings For him to freely fling? How does it feel to Let others shine Dimming your own light And look at them, still smiling bright?   You are a man of true heart With dreams for not himself Rather for someone else you love hard;   You are a man of true being Of kindness and purity Of talent and physique;   I adore you A man of one's dreams I hope to be you —If not to be with you;   I love you like how others do I pray for oceans to hollow And earth to stick together To bring me close to you   You smile to become happy Couldn't it be more genuine? Whatever they do not see Is what I treasure of you truly.

161204 TO:JIN

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To love unrequited is a phenomenon; A feeling of gush and hush A theory to frowns and downs An act of innocence or preference—   It is to lend money to a friend; An assurance of whenever With patience controlled.   To swing on swings; Alone, sole force to contentment —ingenuine contentment that is.   To dive onto seas; Of uncertain waves and floor Without a vest; numb from the cold   To run on highways Lights flickering; horns beeping Wind impelling—all against me   It is to ask Him of you; With deep hopes and endless prayers Of wishing to be just even laid eyes upon   It is to talk to you; Through letters sealed with a kiss Of uncertainty of forever anonymity   It is to love you; Not giving up painting the void It is to love you— To love unrequited.

161013 TO:JM

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yoongi loves silence most of the time when he is with you thinking its more romantic than all talks and sweet nothings but loves talking and whispering (right into your ears, mostly dirty) on bed because he knows how his voice can already fuck you up and he is too lazy to grind/thrust faster

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PERSONAL EVALUATION

rating:  w for wink wink trying to do smut pairing: yoongi x reader word count: 2278

He doesn’t care about formality. Oppa is fine or better yet, his name.

“Fierce and sexy concept.”

Your fingers fiddled under the table, eyes explored nothing but the air. Those four words seemed to capture all the heat around and now you were frozen.

"Isn’t that too early for them?” Thankfully, your assigned manager seemed to have read your thoughts. “Their leader here. She is only like, what, 19?”

“Isn’t 19 the age?” The young president’s thrifty rebuttal echoed in your ears.

It suits me?

“Don’t worry. The concept is not the slutty kinda sexy. You’ll be more on the fierce yet sultry side; inspiring women to be confident about themselves.” He mumbled through his lazy voice.

“But…”

“No buts,” cutting your manager’s words, “songs were already made. All the group needs to do is to debut on stage and carve a strong image on people’s mind,” he looks at you with a light smile. “Right, Ms. Leader?”

You cleared your throat, “Y-Yes, S-Sajangnim.”

Rehearsals were never easy. You have been a trainee for five years and your grooves prove it, but even though you are used to dancing almost everyday, these days are no joke. Debut's nearing; everyone's cramming. Your mates are exhausted yet excited each day like your debut will be tomorrow. But you, you felt the most burdened. Not just because you are the leader, but also because sexy was never in you.

Yes you got the grooves, the rhythm, and the flow like you drink music like coffee every morning but the dance teacher and even the young president are not satisfied with your “character”. Last week you had your first monthly evaluation and out of four you were the only one who got this kind of comment.

Is it my fault that my hormones are not that active?

It was the quietest time where night meets day when you decided to stay in the practice room with your sweaty self, feeding your momentum, going through every mistakes and developing a new type of grace in moving as you do. Your three other group mates were already probably in bed sleeping soundly because you insisted them to not wait for you anymore.

“You’re still here?” that very groany, lazy voice filled the dimly lit room. You turned around and bowed at him with a greeting, now conscious of how you look like and you just realized that wearing a white shirt for practice is a bad idea. You subtly rolled down your spandex shorts as you answered his question.

“Hmm...Is it because of what we said during evaluation?” Somehow, you felt a bit uncomfortable hearing the tick from the lock when he closed the door.

“Yes, Sajangnim.”

You heard an annoyed sound from him.

“Quit calling me that. I’m just the son, not the president. Well… yet.”

“Yes, uhm... S--s--sir.”

He walk finding his place in the room, settling right in front of you. “Oppa can do,” his voice that sounded somehow like a moan and his fingers in contact with your chin sent shivers to your spine and stomach. “How about show me how you have improved? It would be a pleasure to give you a personal evaluation right now.”

You can’t even look at his dark eyes, but you nodded and agreed to prove him your worth as a leader even if you find it awkward to dance alone with him watching. Ahh, the things you do for your dreams and living.

Music started to hype your body as it ran through your bloodstream. You let the music morph you into someone you're not even familiar with. It was the first time you actually felt hot. Hot in a way not the alluring or seductive one but a feeling in between your legs. You touch yourself while you dance, making sure you don’t meet his eyes while doing so but you failed several times. He kept looking at you, almost stripping every clothing you have with his sharp eyes and when you see him do that, you feel conscious making your sexy hype tone down.

When the song proceeds to a halt, “you’ve actually improved,” he said walking towards you; turning you around to face the mirror again, “but still quite lacking.”

“I don’t understand,” you blurted, not taking it anymore. “where am I lacking? Was that not satisfying enough?” Your pitch was high, and you immediately apologized for it.

“Sadly, yes.” You’re lying if you’ll tell yourself that him moaning the words on your hair didn’t make you wet.

“U-uhm, Sajangnim. Thanks for the evaluation,” and you bowed with full formality and great emphasis, denoting you are not interested with what he is trying to start.

“Who told you my evaluation is done?” his annoyed voice was a ding to your survival reflex but before you can even open the door, he gripped your wrist and pinned your body against the door with his arms and your head with a kiss on your lips. He was unbelievably strong, in contrast to his pale skin and lips and tiny frame that you have actually thought he was ill when you first saw him when the president (his father) introduced him to everyone, and your struggling can't even be called struggling because your body is too weak to move.

He pulls away, biting your lower lip.

“What did I tell you about that president thing huh? Are you trying to provoke me?” His cold hand cupped your cheeks and went back biting and sucking your lips while kissing. The pain makes you moan, but you try to hide it thinking he might see it as you having a pleasure. His painful bites found its way to your jaw and neck and a sensitive spot near your ears.

“Call me oppa,” you heard him mumble between bites and licks, in which you obeyed. He met your lips again with his. “Much better.”

And his kisses got much better as well. You were responding to it now, actually even fighting with it for dominance. Moans from you are now freely let out, and you can hear his as well. His warm tongue invites itself into your mouth and his cold hands that were once on your side are now on your shoulders trying to rip your shirt off. The fabric was as thin as the thinnest fabric material but it being soaked with your sweat made it hard for him to tear it.

“You are making it hard for me you know.”

It was quite obvious that what he just said has double meanings, especially when he leaned his hips on yours. You gasped at the contact, opening your mouth and breaking the kiss that he once again started.

“Moan for me,” he breathes into your ear and to your collarbones, inhaling the scent of success from removing your shirt and bra, hands travelling from your waist to your breast. A louder moan escaped from you, leaning your head on the wall. The way groped your boobs is worth a dig of your nails on his back and a tug on his hair. “I wonder how loud you’ll be at climax,” and a smirk followed suit.

His hands did wonders on your breasts without you realizing how your moans actually give away what you were trying to hide. “So needy for your first time?”

I swear to God I’m gonna bite those lips off if he don’t stop smirki-

“Ahhrmmphh…” You bit your lip trying to make the moan not to sound too needy-which is hard when he is now cupping and rubbing your warm, clothed vulva.

“I can already feel how much you want me,” preferably referring to your now overly soaked undies that even seeped through your shorts.

“Come here,” inviting you to the couch, that was still not removed from last week’s evaluation, after kissing you. His hands were so fast and so light you didn’t feel how it pulled your panty and shorts halfway down your legs when you have just rested your body on the cushion. He then throws them to neverland and leans into into your warmth but you tugged his shirt making him pause, feeling the injustice as you are bare-naked and he is fully clothed.

He did as your eyes told-beg, rather-him, although, he left his pants on him. His lustrous eyes looked straight into your soul and his wet lips tasted every inch of one of your thighs, the other being pleased by his stroking hand. The more he inch near your hungry opening, the faster your chest go up and down and your toes curl.

A dissatisfied growl hissed from your tongue as he teased you by pausing from what he is doing. You craved for him even more when his breath tickled your already dripping pussy.

“I wanna hear you call me oppa again,” his voice alone can fuck you up. You groaned a very lusty sound that came with oppa and as if on cue, his tongue ran through your slit with his nose teasing your clit, torturing your vulvae continuously with so much delight. The sensation was enough to already numb your senses that you didn’t expect meeting his lips all of a sudden and his tongue was replaced by his fingers.

“Your wetness and tightness give me shivers,” he mumbled on your neck.

Your moans almost harmonized with his, matching the rhythm of your thrusts that are in sync with his fingers. His tongue played with your hardened nipple; his fingers found the spot and made your opening feel sore, and with all these sensation happening at a single moment caused a knot under your stomach and several moans to be out at once and he just knows what’s gonna happen next.

“No cumming yet,” as he pulled his fingers from your now throbbing vulva, ignoring your frustrated face. “Now lie on your back. We’ll be in heaven for quite some time.”

His voice dictates superiority and you know not submitting into it might just harm you so you went on and obeyed his command. His wealthy length sprang up as he fully unclothes himself and the sight of it tints a blush on your cheek.

You actually aroused somebody.

“You see, he is in deep need of a warm home. Do you mind letting him in?” And he even has the time to crack a joke.

Oh please just fuck me.

“What’s that?” he came towards you with a smirk.

Oh shit, was I mumbling out loud?

“I heard it. Say it.”

“I thought you heard it?”

“Say it,” you bit your lips as he teased your slit with his really hard dick, “or I won’t give it.”

“Gaahh Min Yoongi just fuck me up!” You groaned.

He stared at you for a while, amused. “Again.”

“Min Yoongi-!” And you let out the loudest moan so far tonight. He rammed himself inside you and thrusted faster without even orienting your vagina to slowly familiarize with his size, and not even asking if it hurts but you saying it out loud anyways. Inaudible curses swirled from his tongue behind his gritting teeth. He filled you in perfectly and you heard him moan the words you are so tight and i love it. Chest to chest, lips to lips, sweat on sweat. The empty room seemed to be filled with so much people, with noises from your moans racing from each other, his skin slapping hard and fast onto yours, and the sticky wet sound of sex and kisses.

So many times you called him by name and him calling you his. "Ahh my babe is so hot." And again you felt that knot in the pit of your stomach and now you're sure you can't stop it from coming out.

“I’m coming,” you both said at the same time.

Soon enough, you felt being emptied inside of juices and of his length but heavy on the outside as he rested his body on yours. Heavy gasps escape from both of your lips and the smell of lust was all around you. He cooed your name and looked at you, freeing your sweaty face from the sticking hairs.

“I could get used to you calling me oppa,” a kiss planted on your ears quite relieved your throbbing womanhood. “But, I’d much more prefer you calling my name, especially when you’re mixing it with your moans.”

“We’re not gonna do this again, are we?”

He smirked at you as he stood. “Well you owe me a favor since I did you one to help you build up your sexy character for the concept.”

“How does having sex even help me with that?”

“Well you can just think of me doing things with you while dancing. You looked so hot squirming and all.” He chuckled, earning you a blush. “I’ll send you to your dorm. And tell the other girls you go have a free day tomorrow.”

Your eyes shot opened wide, “Wow, really? But why all of a sudden?”

“Because of that.” he said as you fell on his arms when you tried to stand. He carried you on his back to his car and settled you beside him. Your whole body is even more sore and you just closed your eyes as soon as you put on your seat belt.

“Oh?" he puts on his thinking face that you have catch a glimpse of from the littlest light from his headlights outside. "Sending you home and having a free day tomorrow...those are two other favors from me. Now you owe me three.” His eyes searched for yours in the dark. “How about you do me one now?”

Oh no not again.

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He doesn’t care about formality. Oppa is fine or better yet, his name.

title: (none yet) pairing: Yoongi x reader rating: w for wink wink trying to do smut prompt: au where yoongi is the young president of the agency you’re under and he suggests a sexy concept for debut edp: October 30, Friday, or earlier

A/N: Still in progress! I don’t know but I’m feeling this will be a bit longer than my two previous works. :D and note, “trying to do smut”. I’ve never really written one but I’ve read -ehem- a lot so let’s see how I’ll do it. Please do anticipate!

If you have any BANGTAN request/prompt, it’s my pleasure to help you even with the wildest of imaginations! Drop me a message or submit it to me :)

<3R.

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“WERE YOU STALKING ME?”

rating: t for that eyebrow twitch kook does kills me pairing: jungkook x reader word count: 1291

You kept on running into him at the supermarket today. And finally meeting him.

Sunday.

That day in a week you always love. That day in a week you have never became down. That day in a week you've never failed to anticipate for. Today is that day, and at last you'll be resting yourself away from your books and pen's sight. And even have the chance to see that cute guy in the supermarket again.

Oh what a good motivation for Monday.

Although your Sunday morning is comprised of just your weekly routine, you've actually enjoyed every Sunday since the first time you saw him. Waking up at 7; jogging on your way to the supermarket while letting the sun shine be absorbed by your skin; walking through the aisles with your shopping cart; and catching a glimpse of that guy who loves wearing basic XL shirts who also happen to shop by himself at almost the same time and day as yours.

Mysterious he had always been like how that tiny face of his matches with that type of glory that are his arms, thighs and broad shoulders. He always had his earphones on, and sometimes lip syncing, bobbing his head to the songs he is listening to. You've never seen him stop at free tasting sections nor calculate the items he had put on his cart to check whether he exceeded on his budget or not. He doesn't talk with or just plainly greet the cashier, nor the guards, nor the people in the meat section, nor the shelf filler and ask if the thing that he always buys had anymore stock-which actually happened just now.

Not that you're stalking him, it's just that you kept on running into him from time to time every Sunday and you kinda have almost memorized what he buys weekly. You think he might actually know you now by face, but he never smiled at you or anything.

"Uhm, excuse me?" You called the shelf filler's attention and asked where the instant espresso powder you once got here from this same lane is. Well, you have got to ask. Not for the cute guy though. You are planning to bake your friend's favorite cookies for her birthday and you needed it.

Funny because the guy, who is wearing a plain white XL shirt and black basketball shorts today, paused, went back a few steps and kept on checking other brands of coffee. He is obviously waiting for the shelf filler's response.

"It's on the other side, ma'am. It's on the special sale section." The shelf filler smiled making you do the same thing. You looked at the guy and he has a confused face on, trying to use his peripheral vision not hinting that he was actually listening. He might not heard it clearly as an announcement suddenly went on the speakers.

It was kinda cute.

You continued walking through aisles and lanes, checking things on your list: snacks, toiletries, cereals for late waking hours; with your lips that never ceased to rest from smiling. Everywhere you go he was near. Your hands even brushed when getting that different sodas that were right next to each other. He picked up that tissue roll you have accidentally dropped. You bumped into him when you were stepping back, checking the whole shelf full of detergent for a new scent to try.

Ahhh grocery shopping has never been this awesome, you thought.

All items are now in and your basket is almost filled with everything on the list except for one. You saw the special sale section across but a cart pushed by a mischievous kid suddenly rolled in front of you, and a cart from behind hit your butt when you stopped all of a sudden.

“I-I’m s-sorry!” Your meeting eyebrows parted at the sight of him. “A-are you hurt?” He was still stuttering.

Your smile automatically appeared while shaking your head. “No, I’m fine.”

“Uhh… yeah. Well… uhm… good to know. Uhhh…” His eyes have met everything except yours.

"Yes?” You asked, knowing there’s something he wants to say. Or maybe ask.

A tint of rose blossomed on his cheeks while finding ways to look back at your eyes that were staring at his and form words to actually speak of. “Were you following me?”

Your smirk even more tinted his blushing cheeks.

“T-That’s not it.” He then groaned. “I’m not usually like this, believe me.” He mumbled on his hands that covered his face trying to hide and if possible subside the heat. 

He let out a mouthful of carbon dioxide. “Okay. T-that’s…” pausing to clear his throat, “...not it. I mean what you’re thinking is not really what it is. But… yeah I was following you but not in a stalking way! I was…”

“The coffee…?”

His big eyes shot a direct look at you, sweat forming on his forehead. “What? Coffee....?”

“Yeah. That instant espresso you always buy. I was also looking for it but it was not there at its usual shelf.”

The way he chuckled with just his breath was music to your ears. It was so soft yet ironically deep.

“I guess you are the one stalking me, then.” He said. his voice now telling you how he perhaps usually is.

You scoffed at his smirk. “What… wait. No, I’m just…” You didn’t even realize how your cheeks became so hot that fast.

“My name’s Jungkook.” His eyebrow twitched upward together with that half-smile-half-smirk of his. It was quite painful to see such sight but you tried to calm your every system. “I see you almost every week.”

So he does notice me.

You shook his hand, telling him your name. “I do too. Yeah, that’s why I have come to familiarize with your usual groceries.”

“Uh-huh.” He suddenly fixes his groceries in his cart and somehow managed to create a space. “Let me help you with that.”

“No, It’s okay. I’m about to-”

Too late he has snatched your basket away and put it on his cart. “Let’s go get us that coffee. Where is it anyways? I didn’t hear what the shelf filler when you asked him.”

“There!” You pointed at the special corner section. 

You walked with him side by side, him looking at you while you acting like you don’t feel him staring; both sharing anything you could share about yourselves. once you got your pack of coffee-him getting two saying two of his roommates breathe coffee but he doesn’t really drink coffee but since you suggested for him to try it he will (which made you want to escape from this supermarket as fast as you can so you can run to a bridge and shout how crazy the butterflies in your stomach are)-you went straight to the cashier and paid for your groceries still talking about anything that comes out of both mouths you don’t even know how they transitioned to one another like school, IU, food, IU, art, IU, music, and still IU. He loves IU so much he can actually connect her to any of our topic and he kept on apologizing because you might find it annoying. Yes it was to be really honest, but it was more cute than annoying.

“How about we do this weekly?” His eyes that met yours were sparkling you don’t know if it’s because of the sun that you two had just an exposure of after going out of the supermarket or just your bokeh imaginations you keep on having every time he smiles.

“Hmm…” Your bus halts at the bus stop. “Sure. Thanks, I gotta go.”

The two of you exchanged smiles, farewells and see you agains, and parted ways.

“Shopping buddies?” He mouthed from the outside and you did too and assured him with a nod right before the bus moves.

“Shopping buddies.”