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imaginethe-dragons · 3 years
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Update:
So i feel bad about how long chapter 4 of boy with luv is taking, I have everything planned out I just can’t bring myself to write it. So, I’ve had some story ideas kept on the back burner but I am going to start writing them. If I finish them before chapter 4 I will post them. They are basically disney princess au’s and I have picked different classic disney movies for each member. Is this something you guys would like to see?
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imaginethe-dragons · 3 years
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Boy With Luv (3)
summary: while maintaining your corporate office job at kim publishing house, you also have to try and balance your professional life with your love life. Can you keep both separated or will they collide?
pairing: eventual jeon jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, eventual smut, coworkers to lovers
warnings: suggestive themes, small bit of angsty jk at the end; as always lmk if there are any missed!
word count: 2.7k
part: 3
pronouns: she/her
part 2 here
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"Y/n, it's seven," Joon said, standing behind you. At this point he was gonna push you out the door if he had to. You turned your head, but Namjoon was blocking your way back to your bedroom. So, you took a deep breath and moved to open the door.
        "Y/n, your purse!" Taehyung exclaimed, running up to you with the small red bag that held your phone and keys. You smiled as you took it from him.
        "Thanks, Tae. You're a life saver," you mumbled, kissing him on the cheek before pulling the door open to reveal Jungkook. He was dressed in what he would usually wear to work, a white dress shirt and black slacks. The only two differences was that he had a couple buttons of his shirt undone and his hair was slicked back There was a small curl that rested against his forehead. Long story short, he looked hot.
        "Noona! You look beautiful," he smiled, holding out a bouquet of pink roses. You smiled, knowing that they can mean an innocent love, perfect for early relationship stages.
        "Thank you, Kookie. Let me go put these in a vase. Come in," you smiled, opening the door so you could go to the kitchen, looking under the sink for your vase that your mom gave you. You couldn't find it in any cabinets.
        "Y/n, what are you looking for?" Namjoon asked, peeking his head in. You looked up at him with murder in your eyes.
        "I'm looking for my vase," you grumbled, standing on your tip toes to move some cereal boxes around. He visibly stiffened.
        "You took it to Hoseok's when you moved in with him and I never saw you unpack it here," he told you.
        "Okay, I'll call Hobi later. Can you take care of these for me until then?" You asked him and he was already reaching for scissors to trim the stems.
        "You ready?" Jungkook smiled at you and you nodded. You waved goodbye to Joon and hugged Taehyung before exiting your apartment.
        "Let me just text Hobi, and then we can get on with our evening," you smiled and Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he led you onto the elevator.
"Take your time," he smiled.
        "Think you can handle Jimin tonight or should I go tomorrow?" You asked Jungkook after getting a text back from Hobi.
        "We can go by on our way to my place," he smiled, holding your hand as he led the way to his car.
        "Who said we're going back to yours?" You giggled, just teasing him. You got into the passenger seat and buckled your seatbelt.
        "We're not going back to yours with Taehyung there," he laughed as he started the car.
        "Fair point." Jungkook rested his left hand on your knee as he began the drive to the nearby restaurant.
        "You really do look beautiful tonight," he smiled, helping you out of the car. The compliment had your face turning almost as red as your dress.
        "Thank you. You look handsome," you told him once you were sure you wouldn't stumble over your words. He rested his hand on the small of your back as he led you into the restaurant. The hostess perked up at the sight of Jungkook, but frowned when she saw you.
        "Table for two please," he asked politely. She picked up two menus and led you to a booth. You slid into your seat, thinking Jungkook would sit opposite, but he sat right next to you instead. The close proximity made you turn red again.
        "What can I get you started to drink?" The hostess asked, holding a pad of order tickets.
        "I'll have a Coca-Cola. What about you, y/n?" He asked, focusing on you instead of anything else. You swallowed before deciding what answer to give.
        "I'll be fine with water. Thank you," you smiled at the hostess but she just rolled her eyes. Jungkook pretended to stretch before his arm rested along the back of the booth, so close to resting on your shoulder that you could feel the warmth radiating from him.
        "What do you think you want to eat?" He asked you, leaning in close to look at your menu over your shoulder. You turned your head to look at him with a small smile on your face, but his sudden position was a shock.
        "I was thinking kimbap, what about you?" You asked, sliding the menu between the two of you so he could see more of it.
        "I'm not that hungry, why don't we split kimbap? Or we could split kimchi?" He asked, trying to come up with ways to remain close to you.
        "Sushi was your idea, so I think kimbap is the best option here," you nodded, closing the menu as a new waitress approached your table with two glasses.
        "A water and a Coke. Are you two ready to order or should I come back?" The girl asked with a peppy smile and tone of voice.
        "Just one order of kimbap with two sets of chopsticks please," Jungkook smiled as he ordered for the both of you. She nodded before walking away and Jungkook turned back to you.
        "So, what happened to the dress I picked out earlier?" He asked, toying with the hem of the dress. His touch was electric and made goose bumps spread around your skin.
        "It was a dress I bought for a party, not a date," you answered him simply enough.
        "Now that I think about it. I wouldn't want anyone else seeing you in it," he whispered, ducking down so he could say the words next to your ear.
        "Maybe some other time," you giggled quietly and he smiled wide.
        "So, tell me how you met Hobi hyung," he suddenly said, pulling you into his side.
        "You seriously want me to talk about my ex on our first date?" You asked, giving him a confused look.
        "Well, if he's still in your life I wanna know," he answered, leaning back against the seat.
         "I met him through Jimin. Hobi has been choreographing for him since a year after he debuted. Once I moved here for university I would spend my time doing homework in their studio until Jimin was finished with practice. Hobi asked for my number and then months later asked me on a date," you explained. Jungkook was watching you the whole time, tentatively listening to your every word.
        "I never knew he was Jimin's choreographer," he told you. You nodded in confirmation.
        "What other questions do you have, because I can tell you have more," you giggled at the way he was focused on the table now.
        "How did you meet Namjoon?"
        "I met Joon at BigHit who Jimin is signed under. He was there to pursue a career in producing. When I had told Jimin about it he put in a good word without having met him. So, Joon got the job as a result."
        "So, Jimin's done a lot for you, huh?"
        "Yeah, he likes to help wherever I let him," you chuckled. At this point, you see the waitress coming your way with food. The delicious aroma flooded your sense of smell as she set the plate in front of you and handing you each a set of chopsticks.
        "Thank you," you both say to her as you begin to eat. Jungkook waited patiently for you to take the first bite.
        "Now, how did you meet Jimin?" Jungkook asked.
        "Well me and Jimin are both from the same part of Busan. We went to the same schools. And, unfortunately, our moms are best friends," you sighed.
        "Why's that a bad thing?" JK
        "Our moms had this fantasy of getting pregnant at the same time and hoped that their children would fall in love and make them in laws like some cheesy romance movie," you explained, poking at your next bite of kimbap. Jungkook frowned at this explanation.
        "How does Jimin feel about that?" He carefully asked.
        "We dated one year in high school, but it only lasted like two weeks. We just wanted to see if things felt right, but it didn't work out so we went back to best friends," you explained, laughing at the memories of that time.
        "So you met Hobi and Joon through Jimin. How did you meet Jin?" He asked, knowing that you didn't end up at Kim Publishing House and got Chief Editor after only two years by accident.
        "I was Jin's intern my last year of university. I met him through my journalism professor who had done nothing but brag about how much promise I had shown in her class," you said. Jungkook smiled at how eager you were to answer all of his questions.
        "So, you're just well connected?" Jungkook chuckled, sipping from his drink. You nodded with a small smile on your face.
"I'm just glad that the job part was all on my own. Jin was giving me high praise when he read my articles from my uni's newspaper. I had a whole portfolio ready to go around to different newspaper and magazine companies but he offered me a job the day I graduated, just editing new authors and stuff like that. I was getting work done ten times faster than anyone else on our floor. The Chief Editor at the time was pushing towards retirement and had been giving me all of his work so Jin phased him out and gave me the job," you explained further, telling Jungkook about the year you had worked before he started at Kim Publishing.
"Where do you think you would've ended up if you didn't work at Kim Publishing?" He questioned.
"Probably Min Press. I had an interview the day before Jin offered me the job, but Yoongi was the one who interviewed me so I instantly turned it down when Jin called me," you told him. You went back to eating but Jungkook was frozen with rage.
"Well, I'm glad you took that job otherwise we'd never have met," he said, being completely sincere. Your heart fluttered and you turned away to hide the increasing blush on your face.
"Aw, don't hide your face, Princess," he cooed in your ear, making you giggle as you turned back to him.
        "Shut up," you smiled as you both went back to eating, sharing laughs here and there.
        You two sat for about an hour, just enjoying be in each other's presence. The last of the kimbap was forgotten on the table as Jungkook was currently telling you a story of him and his brother from when they were younger. It had you in a fit of laughter because of how vivid you could imagine it.
        "And our mom just walked in and we both froze like we had our hand in a cookie jar," he laughed as well.
        You both sat there for almost two hours, just telling each other anything and everything that has yet to be known in your relationship. You observed that Jungkook chooses to listen and observe more than he likes to offer his input. It was quite endearing. He asked many questions about your early childhood, trying to understand the Y/n you were before you had met. What he didn't expect though, is that you were a shy little girl who only ever talked to Jimin. He thought you to be outgoing all your life like the first time you had ever met. Over desert you discussed more of Jungkook's life before you met. It was nice to finally hear him gush about his life in Busan before meowing to Soul. His eyes were lit up like Christmas lights.
        As you both finished your shared food, Jungkook told the waitress that you were ready for the check. She nodded and walked away for two minutes before bringing the black book back. You went into your wallet to at least pay for half, but Jungkook held your hand as he already slid his card into the booklet and returned it to the waitress.
        "Kookie," you whined as she walked away.
        "Never thought I would have you whining this early, Princess," he whispered in your ear causing you to turn crimson.
        "Here is your card, sir. Have a nice evening," the waitress smiled at the both of you. Jungkook tucked the card back into his wallet as he stood from his seat, offering you his hand.
        "I be,I've we have a vase to go pick up," he smiled. You held his hand as he led you back to the car. Once again, he opened the door for you and you smiled. As he began to drive, he rested his hand on your thigh, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. The movement caused goosebumps to settle over the area.
        Jungkook parked near the BigHit building where Hobi's practice studio is and you could see his and Jimin's cars across the street. You began to get out and so did Jungkook.
        "You don't have to come in," you told him.
        "I know, but I want to," he shrugged, walking around the car to hold your hand. You led the way to the practice room and could hear some of Jimin's music playing from inside. You opened the door without knocking.
        "Y/n/n!" Jimin said excitedly as Hobi paused the music. He ran up to you and wrapped his arms around you.
        "Yah! Jiminie, you're all sweaty," you exclaimed, your face twisting with disgust. He pulled away and looked down at you.
        "And you look beautiful. Where'd you go?" He asked as he took a sip from his water bottle.
        "We went to dinner," you answered, gesturing between yourself and Jungkook. Jimin almost spat out his water when he registered what you said.
        "Hey, here's your vase," Hobi smiled, handing you the piece of pottery. You carefully held it as you gave him a peck on the cheek as a thank you.
        "Is that all you came here for?" Jimin asked, pouting in the process. You laughed at him which caused him to roll his eyes.
        "Kookie bought me flowers and this is my only vase, so I had to swing by to grab it on our way home," you explained.
        "Well, if the date is over, you wanna come listen to some new tracks I've been working on?"Jimin asked with a smile.
        "The date isn't over yet," Jungkook cut in, causing Jimin to look over at him instead.
        "Another day Jiminie okay? I'll take a look at your book Monday, maybe swing by the practice room?" You suggested, trying to appease your best friend.
"Yeah okay, that's fine," he huffed, turning to go back to his practice time.
"Party at my house Friday, you in?" Hobi asked as you both watched Jimin.
"Party at your house every Friday. Is it bring your own alcohol?" You asked, but he just chuckled before wrapping an arm around you instinctively.
"When is it ever," he answered.
"Thanks for the vase Hobi, but we have to get going," you told him, patting the hand that was around you.
"Okay, I'll see you around," he said, walking back over to Jimin. You turned to leave but Jungkook wasn't anywhere to be found. You walked out the way you came in and found him leaning against his car.
"What are you doing out here, Koo?" You asked as you approached him.
"You looked pretty cozy with Hobi," he grumbled. You rolled your eyes at his words. Even when you were just friends, Hoseok had always showed his affection physically even before you were dating. Hugs, wrapping an arm around you, maybe even a snuggle here and there during a movie night. It was just natural for the two of you at this point.
"Koo, there's a reason we broke up. If I wanted him, I would still be with him," you explained to him. You gave him the truth but cut out the reason why it had ended with Hoseok.
"Do you mean that, Y/n?" He asked, looking at you with tears brimming his eyes. It made your heart ache to know that just seeing someone else's arm around you made him this upset.
"Of course I do. Why don't we go back to my place so I can put the flowers in the vase," you smiled, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.
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thank you guys so much for reading! i apologize for the short chapter but i haven’t felt up to adding more so i just decided to post this now. 💜
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Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 
is your room messy or clean?
what color are your eyes?
do you like your name? why?
what is your relationship status? 
describe your personality in 3 words or less
what color hair do you have?
what kind of car do you drive? color?
where do you shop?
how would you describe your style?
favorite social media account
what size bed do you have? 
any siblings?
if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?
favorite snapchat filter? 
favorite makeup brand(s)
how many times a week do you shower?
favorite tv show?
shoe size?
how tall are you?
sandals or sneakers? 
do you go to the gym? 
describe your dream date
how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?
what color socks are you wearing? 
how many pillows do you sleep with?
do you have a job? what do you do? 
how many friends do you have? 
whats the worst thing you have ever done? 
whats your favorite candle scent? 
3 favorite boy names
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favorite actor? 
favorite actress? 
who is your celebrity crush?
favorite movie? 
do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 
money or brains? 
do you have a nickname? what is it? 
how many times have you been to the hospital?
top 10 favorite songs
do you take any medications daily? 
what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)
what is your biggest fear? 
how many kids do you want? 
whats your go to hair style?
what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 
who is your role model? 
what was the last compliment you received?
what was the last text you sent?
how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?
what is your dream car? 
opinion on smoking?
do you go to college? 
what is your dream job? 
would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 
do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 
do you have freckles? 
do you smile for pictures?
how many pictures do you have on your phone? 
have you ever peed in the woods? 
do you still watch cartoons? 
do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?
Favorite dipping sauce? 
what do you wear to bed? 
have you ever won a spelling bee?
 what are your hobbies?
can you draw? 
do you play an instrument?
what was the last concert you saw? 
tea or coffee?
Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?
do you want to get married?
what is your crush’s first and last initial?
are you going to change your last name when you get married? 
what color looks best on you? 
do you miss anyone right now? 
do you sleep with your door open or closed?
do you believe in ghosts?
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last person you called`
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do you like it when people play with your hair?
do you like your neighbors? 
do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?
have you ever been high? 
have you ever been drunk? 
last thing you ate? 
favorite lyrics right now
summer or winter? 
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favorite month? 
what is your zodiac sign
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imaginethe-dragons · 3 years
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Boy With Luv (2)
summary: While maintaining your corporate office job at Kim Publishing House, you also have to try and balance your professional life with your love life. Can you keep both separated or will they collide?
pairing: eventual jeon jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, eventual smut, coworkers to lovers
warnings: this part gets a bit steamy, make out themes. nothing extreme, but lmk if I missed anything!
word count: 5.4k
part: 2
pronouns: she/her
part 1 here
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As soon as your alarm sounded, you tapped the off button so fast. It's the weekend, so you are not getting up at the ass crack of dawn. You shifted onto your other side, feeling the warmth of someone else.
Did Joon have a nightmare and sneak in? You thought to yourself. He had done it before so you wouldn't be shocked. Though, when you realized who it was, memories of last night immediately flooding your mind. It was your 'Work Husband', as Namjoon referred to him.
The alarm hadn't disturbed Jungkook, but you were wide awake now. His arms were still wrapped around you, but you carefully removed yourself from his hold in order to go to the kitchen. You reached for the Advil in the medicine cabinet and tapped two of the pills into your hand. You grabbed a bottled water and went back to your room. Jungkook was sitting up, looking around your room.
"Noona? How'd I get here?" He asked you, voice a little hoarse due to the alcohol he consumed. You laughed lightly, handing him the water and medicine, which he took gratefully.
"You called me from Hobi's party and then you crashed here," you told him. His eyes widen and he checked to see if he was still dressed. He leaned his head back, eyes fluttering shut, and released a sigh of what you concluded to be relief.
"H-how bad was I?" He asked you, his tone was letting you know he was nervous.
"You came on to me a few times, but then I told you if you didn't stop, you could sleep on the couch," you answered, walking to your closet.
"Like how?" He asked further. You could tell he was walking on eggshells because he had no idea if you were upset with him in any way because of his drunken actions.
"You told me I was pretty, grabbed my ass, grabbed my thigh, then tried to have sex once we got home," you answered him. He groaned in response. He lifted the comforter over his head to 'hide'. You giggled at his childish actions, making him peek at you.
"I'm sorry, I should have called someone else," he told you. You picked out a sweatshirt as the apartment had gotten colder since last night. You took off Namjoon's shirt and replaced it with the hoodie.
"It's alright, Koo. I told you that if you felt the same today, we could talk about it," you shrugged, walking to your dresser. You put your jewelry back on, opting to leave your rings off.
"This isn't how I wanted to tell you, I hope you know that," he said after a moment had passed. You nodded in understanding.
"I'm gonna go make breakfast, would you like to stay?" You asked.
"Is Namjoon going to mind?" He asked, still nervous.
"No, he was just worried last night because he was half asleep when I told him I had to pick you up," you answered, leaving the bedroom to the kitchen. Namjoon was up and making coffee.
"Good morning," he smiled when he noticed your presence next to him.
"Morning," you responded quietly. You opened the cabinet and pulled out the box of pancake mix before going to the fridge and grabbing some bacon.
"Did he leave yet?" Joon asked, handing you your own cup of coffee.
"No, he's staying for breakfast," you answered as you both moved around the kitchen in sync as you prepared breakfast.
"Good morning," Namjoon said and you looked behind you. Jungkook had emerged from your room. Namjoon placed his hand on the small of your back as he walked behind you to get plates.
"Good morning," Jungkook responded coldly.
"JK, there's milk or orange juice in the fridge, grab whatever you want," you told him as you flipped a pancake.
"Thanks, noona," he told you.
"So, what'd you do with the condom," Namjoon asked.
"Joon! What the hell," you hissed. He laughed at how defensive you got.
"So that translates to you put in in your nightstand and didn't have sex?" He asked, making you roll your eyes.
"He was drunk, I wasn't going to do anything," you explained. You both finished breakfast and brought a plate of pancakes and a plate of bacon to the kitchen table.
"This smells amazing," Jungkook said, smiling at you.
"We've had a lot of trial and error before we got a routine down," Namjoon laughed, remembering the many times the smoke alarms had gone off.
"Okay, I'm starving," you chuckled, putting three pancakes on your plate. You drowned them in syrup before you dug in. You hadn't had anything since you had gone out to eat with Jimin yesterday.
"I made an appointment to go to the shelter today," Namjoon told you.
"Oh, cool. Did you look at any of the other hybrids?" You asked.
"I looked on the website and they have so many dog hybrids. I thought they only had a few, but wow was I wrong," he told you.
"You're getting a hybrid?" Jungkook asked.
"I am, it's not something we're doing together," Namjoon told him. There was a sudden knock at the door and you got up to answer it. It was a man in a suit holding an envelope.
"Miss Y/l/n?" He asked.
"Yes?" You asked, very confused. He thrusted the envelope in your direction. You grabbed it and the man hurried off. You shut the door as you walked back in the kitchen, pulling a letter opener from the junk drawer.
"Who was it?" Namjoon asked you. You shrugged as you sliced the envelope open. It was the invitation to the annual fund raising gala that the Kim Publishing House holds every year on the last Friday of March.
"It's my invitation to the fundraising gala," you told them, examining the expensive looking paper.
"Who did you get paired with?" Jungkook asked. Each person who worked in your department got paired with an executive at your sister company, Min Press.
"Min Yoongi," you groaned. He was the son of the owner of Min Press and he was known as a fuck boy, a fact the media never lets anyone forget.
"Shit, if you've got it that bad, I'm dreading to see who I'm stuck with," Jungkook groaned as well.
"What about a date?" Joon asked. Jungkook chuckled at his naivety, but you shook your head. That was how Jungkook was able to tell that Namjoon was being serious.
"You can't take a date to this gala. We get paired up with someone from Min Press to keep them in business with us. All of our focus is on this one person. And y/n drew the short stick," Jungkook explained while you were cursing Seokjin at the moment. Your phone began ringing and you picked it up. It was Jin's caller ID. You opened the message. Your thumbs flew across the screen, responding to all of Jin's messages.
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Jungkook's blood began to boil. Min Yoongi was a slimy son of a bitch and he couldn't stand the thought of any one's hands on you except for his own. But he bit his tongue, not wanting to cause a scene.
"What's the theme, Noona?" he asked you, drawing your attention away from the invitation.
"Masquerade," you answered, putting the invitation on the fridge with a magnet. You put your plate and fork in the dishwasher and sat back down, resting your head on your hands.
"Depending on my partner, I can cut in whenever you need it," Jungkook suggested. You shook your head, knowing that could result in a write up.
"No, it's fine. I'll just have to put up with it," you told him.
"I have to get ready for the shelter, do you want to come with me?" Namjoon asked as he cleared his and Jungkook's plates from the table.
"I'll stay here and get the apartment cleaned up," you told him. He nodded and went to his room to get dressed.
"I guess that means I'll go then," Jungkook said, starting to get up.
"You can stay. We still have some things to talk about," you told him as you started to wash any dishes that were in the sink.
"Okay, I'm out. I'll text you when I'm on my way home," Namjoon said, completely dressed and ready to go.
"Be careful!" You called after him as the door shut.
"Noona, why do you live with him?" Jungkook asked once he was sure Namjoon had gone. You looked up from the dishes and leaned your head to the side in thought. You were searching for the right way to explain it.
"After Hoseok and I broke up, I couldn't live with him but I wasn't ready to live on my own. Jimin offered to let me stay at his place, but I didn't want to just stay for free. Joon agreed to go in 50/50 on an apartment with me," you explained as you began dusting all of the wall décor.
"Does he like me?" he asked you, making you turn to look at him.
"Namjoon? Koo, he calls you my work husband, he just doesn't show it to your face," you giggled, but you noticed the way Jungkook visibly relaxed at what you had told him.
"Your work husband, huh?" He asked, curiosity weaved in his words.
"Yeah," you hummed as you continued to do a deep clean of the house.
"What makes him say that?" Jungkook asked, suddenly behind you. He was wrapping his arms around your waist. You jumped at the sudden close proximity.
"He says it because whenever he comes into the office we're attached at the hip. He always says you followed me around like a lost puppy," you answered.
"That was because you're so addictive," he mumbled, drawing circles into your skin. You shivered at his touch.
"Koo, we shouldn't," you told him, trying to unwrap his arms from around your waist.
"If you want to stop say no. But please, let me do this," he whispered, pulling your hair over one of your shoulders as he kissed the newly exposed skin.
"At least take me to dinner first," you giggled at the way his hair tickled your neck. It had always been hypersensitive. He smiled against your skin.
"I can do that. Where do you want to go?" He asked. He was kissing his way up your neck now. You leaned your head away from him, exposing more of your skin to him.
"You choose, I'm up for anything," you answered him. He nipped at your ear, causing you to stiffen in his arms.
"Sorry, do you not like that?" He asked you, concern making its way into his expression.
"Just sensitive," you answered him. He continued pressing light kisses here and there. You relaxed in his arms once again.
"There's a new sushi restaurant that opened up, let's go there," he suggested, pulling you closer to him.
"Okay, sounds good," you agreed, beginning to rock back and forth in his arms.
"Let's go tonight," he continued, moving with you.
"I don't have anything to wear," you said, knowing you had plenty of date night outfits, but most of them were from your relationship with Hoseok.
"What about that red dress you wore for Valentine's day?" He asked. You had bought the dress with Hoseok and wore it to one of his parties.
"No, I don't want to wear something that he touched," you whispered. Jungkook didn't even need you to say your ex's name to know what you meant.
"Come on," he said, grabbing your hand and leading you to your bedroom. He gestured for you to sit on the bed and you did so as he walked over to your closet, opening the door. He found your section of date night clothes.
"What are you doing?" You asked him. He just went through all the different dresses you had. His hands seemed to stop on any dress that stuck out to him.
"Which one of these have not seen out of this apartment?" He asked, holding up three dresses. One was a black dress you had worn clubbing with Jimin a couple times. The second was a red dress that you had bought for a party that Jungkook threw a month or two ago, but you had the flu so you ended up staying in. The third was a white dress from when you graduated from university.
"Black one I went clubbing in, second one never got worn, third one is from graduation," you told him.
"Who went clubbing?" He asked. If it was just your girlfriends, then he was willing to let it go.
"Jimin," you responded and he immediately hung the dress up as if it was burning him to the touch.
"Definitely not that," he laughed.
"I knew you would say that," you smiled. He held up the red dress.
"What was this one supposed to be for?" He asked, silently wishing that it hadn't been for someone else.
"I bought it for that party you threw, but I got sick and had to stay in," you answered him and he let out a low whistle.
"Were you trying to kill me?" He laughed as he laid it down on the bed. Your face was on fire as blood rushed to your cheeks at how quickly he was able to figure you out.
"No, I had just broken up with Hobi and I wanted to look good," you explained, not giving him the whole truth.
"For who?" He questioned you further. You didn't want to admit that he was right, so you tried to come up with something to satisfy his questions.
"Myself," you sassed him. Your phone beeped and you looked at it.
"Hey, pay attention to me, Princess," Jungkook told you. You snapped your head to look at him with the sudden use of a pet name. He smirked at how you had reacted. You managed to text Joon back before turning your attention back to Jungkook.
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"Namjoon is on his way home, I have to get dressed and straighten up everything," you told him, scrambling off of the bed.
"I'll take care of the cleaning, you get ready," he told you. You both sprung into action. You traded your sleep shorts for some ripped mom jeans, and your sweatshirt was traded for a more cheerful sweater. You hurried to make your hair decent and brushed your teeth.
"How's it going?" You called as you made your bed.
"I was able to vacuum and dust!" He responded. Wow he worked fast, you thought.
"Can you make Namjoon's bed and put his laundry basket in the laundry closet?" You asked him. You put on your rings and some fluffy socks to protect your feet against the hardwood floor.
"Y/n, we're home!" You heard Namjoon call. You walked out into the living room, and before you knew it, you were tackled by an unfamiliar figure.
"Taehyung," Namjoon exclaimed. The boy scrambled to get off of you. The hybrid wrapped his tail around his legs, his eyes glued to the floor.
"I'm sorry, you just smell so sweet and I couldn't help myself!" He whimpered.
"It's okay, let's just not make it a habit," you told the hybrid. He had golden ears that flopped over his brown hair and a long shaggy tail.
"Noona, all done," Jungkook said, out of breath.
"I thought you said you lived with just her," Taehyung said to Namjoon.
"That's her..." Namjoon started to say, looking at you.
"Complicated. He's my complicated," you answered. Jungkook nodded in agreement, knowing that it was too soon for labels.
"Well, Y/n, this is Taehyung. He is a golden retriever hybrid," Namjoon told you, as if you hadn't read that on the website the night before.
"It's nice to meet you," you smiled.
"Likewise," he smiled, his tail starting to wag.
"Tae, why don't you do a little exploring," Joon told the younger boy. He walked in the direction of his and Namjoon's room, leaving the three of you alone. "Since when was this complicated?"
"When you left, we started talking. We're going out tonight," you told him. His focus sapped to Jungkook.
"If you don't treat her right, I swear you'll be a eunuch," Namjoon growled. Jungkook began rapidly nodding, moving to hide behind you.
"You should go now," you told Jungkook. He nodded in agreement.
"I'll come pick you up at seven, and I'll bring Namjoon's clothes back washed," he told you, hurrying out of the door once he had everything.
"He's gone?" Taehyung asked, emerging from the bedroom.
"Yes, he is," Namjoon sighed in relief.
"I'm sorry for tackling you," Taehyung said again.
"It's fine. You said something about my scent. What does it smell like?" You asked him. He sat on the couch and thought, taking deep breaths every now and again. You sat next to him to make him feel comfortable.
"Like orchids, irises, and honey," he answered you.
"Orchids mean love, fertility, and elegance. Irises mean wisdom, hope, trust and valor. Honey means sweetness and prosperity," you said, recalling many flower dictionaries and online resources you had read.
"They all smell so pretty when mixed together," he told you.
"Thank you, Tae," you smiled.
"How about we go get the room set up," Namjoon offered and Taehyung jumped up to follow him. You went back to your room and stared at the dress on your bed. You chewed on your fingernail, thinking about if this was the right thing to do. It felt wrong, but things came so easily with Jungkook. You just had to keep your love life separated from your wok life.
"Church and state," you whispered, quoting an episode of Grey's Anatomy you had seen. Essentially, keeping the love life at home and the work life at work. You hung the dress up before moving to sit on the middle of your bed.
"Hey," Namjoon said, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned your head to look at him. He was leaning against your doorframe with a small smile on his face.
"Hi. How's Tae settling in?" You asked.
"He's doing good. He's taking a shower, so I figured I'd come see how you're doing," he told you, sitting on the edge of your bed. You looked at him questioningly.
"I'm fine, why are you checking on me?" You asked, twisting your ring that was on your right hand. He raised his eyebrows at the action, making you roll your eyes.
"This is your first first date since Hoseok and I can tell that your mind is going a mile a minute," he answered, shrugging his shoulders. You huffed, but pat the spot next to you and he moved closer.
"I'm nervous. I just don't want this to end badly and then not have Jungkook in my life at all. He's been such a good friend at the office, I don't know what I would do without him there," you admitted. Namjoon knew that you weren't seeking his comfort, so he allowed your words to hang in the air.
"If you think about it, your relationship won't change that much. The only new thing will be intimacy," Joon said after a few minutes.
"It's still scary," you mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder. He chuckled at you, making you smile in return.
"That's what you said about Hoseok. You'll be fine, Y/n. Jungkook likes you a lot. He would be an idiot if he let you slip through his fingers," Joon said in earnest. Your ears turned red at his words.
"That's what you said about Hobi," you laughed, remembering having this same conversation roughly a year ago.
"No, I said he'd be stupid if he fucked up your relationship," Joon laughed, making you smile.
The conversation had happened before you moved out of your apartment from college. You were sitting with your legs crossed on your bed while Joon occupied your desk chair. You had been freaking out about the date all day and Namjoon took it upon himself to calm you down since your roommate didn't seem to be bothered. He talked you down for two hours before you successfully took a deep breath and began to get ready.
He soothed all of your anxieties up until the moment Hoseok had knocked on your door. He was the one who made you answer the door and the one who put the calla lilies Hoseok bought you in a vase. You vividly remember the two thumbs up he gave you as he shoved you out of the apartment, stumbling into Hobi because of your high heels. That was something that the two had teased you about for weeks.
"It'll be fine. It's not gonna be much different," you repeated Namjoon's words back to yourself. He gave you a nod of encouragement. You took a deep breath, letting the words sink in.
"It will," he assured you. Footsteps sounded throughout the hallway and before you knew it Taehyung opened the door slightly.
"Are you okay? Your scent changed," he asked you with big doe eyes.
"I'm fine now, Tae. Thank you for your concern," you smiled at him. A boxy smile took over his features and his tail began to wag.
"Can we do something fun tonight? Like to get to know each other?" Taehyung asked the both of you. You felt bad that you agreed to go out with Jungkook on the same day Namjoon brought Tae home, but it wouldn't be fair to Jungkook.
"I have a date tonight, but I promise we can go do something tomorrow, just you and me," you told him. He looked at Joon, searching for approval.
"If you want to go, I'm okay with it," he chuckled and Taehyung jumped onto the bed to hug you both. Everyone erupted into laughter. This was such a simple moment with you and the boys, but whatever you were feeling right this instance, you knew you never want to let go of it.
"Do you guys want to help me pick out a dress? I'm not wearing the one he picked out," you asked, knowing that it was a party dress and not a date dress.
"Can we hyung? Please, please, please?" Tae begged so hard, he might as well have been down on his knees.
"Let's go," he agreed and the three of you hurried to put shoes on. You made sure to grab your wallet and keys before walking out of the apartment door.
"Who's driving?" Tae asked as you approached your car. You laughed but Namjoon just rolled his eyes.
"I always drive because Joon doesn't have his license," you answered Taehyung. He smiled and giggled at what you told him.
"Whatever, let's just get going," Joon huffed as he sat down and buckled his seatbelt. You drove to the mall closest to you and Joon's apartment and parked right outside a fancy department store.
"Does Tae have a collar?" You asked Namjoon quietly, knowing that Tae could still hear you. Right on cue, he whimpered at the word.
"Tae, it's only while we're in the store. Laws are extremely strict regarding hybrids in public. I'm not asking you to do it at home. It's honestly for your safety," you assured him, looking at him through the rearview mirror.
"We got one, I let him pick everything out," Namjoon answered you, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the silver chain with a small oval tag on it. It looked more like military dog tags than a hybrid's collar.
"It's subtle. Great taste, Tae," you smiled as he put it around his neck. When he was done the three of you got out of the car and went into the store. Taehyung kept extremely close to you. Something about how your scent was calming to him.
"Miss Y/n, so good to see you again. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Hana, the store's manager, greeted you. You frequented this store every time you had an event to go to and you needed an outfit.
"I'm going on a date tonight to that new sushi place that opened up and I don't have any fresh date clothes," you answered her. She nodded in understanding.
"Well, we just got our spring collection in, come take a look," she smiled, pulling you to the racks nearby. Taehyung eagerly followed you while Joon kept a little bit of distance, watching you.
"What color scheme are we going for?" Hana asked as she pointed out some of her personal favorites.
"He likes me in red," you answered and she smirked because who doesn't like you in red. It was the color that has always made you confident in your own skin.
"Okay, well here we have a nice dinner party styled dress. It's not too flirty but not too innocent either," she told you, pulling a dress off of the rack and handing it to you. You came in here so often that she knows your sizes like the back of her own hand.
"This is going in the maybe pile," you smiled. Hana nodded and handed you a few other dresses from every color possible.
"Y/n please let me hold something," Taehyung whined as your arms became full. You giggled but handed him a few dresses which he took happily.
"Hana, thank you for your help once again. I'll come find you when I decide," you smiled and she nodded. She went back to fixing displays as you led the boys to the fitting rooms.
"Okay, you two wait right here. I'll come out and show you when I get one on," you told the two as the sat on a vacant bench, a few feet away from where another guy was surrounded by shopping bags. You took the dresses from Taehyung and hung them up in the small space and shut the door.
"She makes you come with her too?" You heard the other guy laugh.
"No, we wanted to come," Namjoon answered, clearing his throat. You could sense the tension as you slipped on the first dress. It was a white dress, but you knew it would end up some other color after dinner. You were always the one to spill something on your dress.
"Joon, can one of you zip me up?" You asked, opening the door just a bit. Namjoon shot up and opened the door so he could come in.
"You know this dress will end up trashed by the time you come home," he chuckled as you pulled your hair out of the way. His hand ghosted over the zipper for a second, but before you could ask what he was doing, he pulled it up.
"I know, but I have to try on everything Hana hands me. It's an unspoken rule," you told him. You opened the door to walk out to the bigger mirror outside of the rooms.
"Y/n! You look so pretty in white," Taehyung smiled. It was a boxy smile and that made you smile. Namjoon took his seat once again as they both watched you in the mirror.
"Thanks, Tae. But white and I do not mix," you laughed, ruffling his hair as you walked back into your room. As you shut the door, both boys were engrossed in their phones and you just smiled. Little do you know what they were doing.
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"How about this one?" You asked, opening the door to reveal you in the red dress Hana had first handed to you. Both Namjoon and Taehyung had their eyes fixed on you, jaws practically on the floor.
"I don't think you need to try on any others," Taehyung answered you, regaining his composure much quicker than Joon. Taehyung elbowed Namjoon, who fake coughed in response.
"Yeah, you look stunning," he answered. You smiled before admiring yourself in the mirror.
"Thank you, boys. I agree," you nodded, turning to go back into the room, changing back into your clothes. You hung the red dress back on its hanger before putting the rest on the rack for the clothes meant to be put back.
"Can we go get something to eat?" Taehyung asked but Joon just laughed at him.
"You have so much to learn. Starting with the fact that Y/n doesn't go to just one store. Especially before a date," Joon answered, patting Taehyung on the shoulder.
You dragged those poor boys all around the mall. From Sephora to Pandora to a small shoe store. You only had a bag from each store, but Taehyung was stressing that you were carrying too much so you gave him one to make him satisfied. You picked up a new red lipstick to match with the dress, you bought two rings that you had been looking at for a while now, and you picked up some red sandals for tonight.
"Okay, are we done?" Namjoon asked, leaning against Taehyung as you walk towards them from Barnes & Noble with two bags in hand.
"Please let me carry some more," Taehyung whined once again and you handed him the bag from Sephora. You smiled at the dissatisfied look he gave you.
"We're done, I wanted to pick up a couple of books I edited for the bookshelf," you told the two as you both went to the car.
"Anything I'll enjoy?" Joon asked as he opened the passenger door, but Taehyung hopped in before Joon had a chance.
"Compiled short stories and rewrites of Grimm Brothers' fairytales," you answered him, putting your bags in the backseat. You had spent a couple hours in the mall, and it had shocked you when the time on your phone read 6:15.
"Shit, we gotta go now," you exclaimed, hurriedly turning the engine over and driving hurriedly back to your apartment. You grabbed as many bags as you could before Taehyung started begging to help. You led the way to the elevator, which thankfully was quicker than you had anticipated.
"He's picking you up at 7?" Namjoon asked as he unlocked the door. You all stumbled through the doorway, Tae following you to your room with his three bags.
"Yeah, and it's already 6:30!" You exclaimed, stripping until you were in the shower, hurrying to wash your hair, face, and everywhere else.
"Here's the dress, undies, and a bra. Everything is seamless, don't worry. Get dressed and I'll blow dry your hair while you do your make up," Namjoon told you. He had walked into the bathroom as soon as he heard the water shut off.
He had learned how to do your hair the weekend you were sick and supposed to go to Jungkook's party. The reason being is that you had been complaining that you felt gross, but barely had the strength to take a shower. Namjoon had ran you a bubble bath, washed your hair, and then offered to blow dry it as you talked him through it.
"Thank you, Joon. You're a life saver," you smiled, quickly getting dressed as he turned around.
"Finished?" He asked when he heard you digging in your make up bag.
"Yeah, hair dryer is already plugged in," you told him. He began to gently brush your hair as you started to apply some light make up. Nothing too dramatic, given that it's a first date. Namjoon was drying your hair in bigger sections than he usually would, given that Jungkook's supposed to be here in ten minutes.
That's when you heard it. The loud knocks that could be heard over the hair dryer. Taehyung busted into the bathroom as Namjoon worked harder with the dryer. He looked between the two of you, obviously in distress of some sort.
"He's hear, do I let him in?" Taehyung asked the both of you. Jungkook was early, so he could wait until 7 like he had promised. Namjoon was close to done.
"No, he can wait. I'm not ready yet. Thank you Tae," you added, spraying some sweet perfume on your wrists, rubbing some on your neck.
"Okay, you're good to go," Joon smiled, turning off the dryer. You turned around and smiled at him.
"You're such a life saver, you know that?" You told him and Namjoon didn't even tried to hide the blush on his face, but nodded. You leaned onto your tip toes before pecking his cheek in thanks, walking into the foyer. Suddenly frozen in place.
        Ding Dong.
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Boy With Luv Update:
I’m working on chapter two today and I am about 1.5k words away from my word count goal! If you want to be on the tag list for Boy With Luv please feel free to message me or send me an ask!
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Boy With Luv (1)
summary: While maintaining your corporate office job at Kim Publishing House, you also have to try and balance your professional life with your love life. Can you keep both separate or will they collide?
pairing: eventual jeon jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, eventual smut, coworkers to lovers
warnings: drunk!jungkook, lmk if there’s anything that I missed
word count: 4.5k
part: 1
pronouns: she/her
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"Y/n, this is your next project, don't let me down," Kim Seokjin said, dropping a large folder onto your desk with a loud thud. Seokjin was your boss at Kim Publishing House.
"Yes sir," you responded, picking up the next editing assignment you would do for the next high profile job for the company.
Pulling the manuscript out of the folder, you thumbed through the pages. It was the book your dear friend, Jimin, wrote. He had worked himself like a dog in school since you were both kids, and now he is the most successful idol in Seoul. He wrote a book about how he was able to accomplish everything, and now you get to edit it!
"Hey, what did you get?" Jungkook, your desk neighbor and best work friend, asked. His voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You slightly jumped at the intrusion of the previous silence.
"I got Jimin's autobiography," you smiled, waving the papers like a fan. He frowned in response, but you just giggled.
"Lucky! I got a sequel of another young adult dystopian novel," he groaned, dropping his head to his desk.
"I am definitely not switching," you giggled, putting the book in your bag. You stood up and made your way to the lounge to hopefully get some coffee. When you walked in, a bunch of the guys from the IT department were already there. You walked past them and poured yourself a cup.
"Noona! Mr. Park is here, and he wants to see you!" Jungkook exclaimed, coming to a screeching halt in front of you.
"Jimin's here?" You asked, stirring some sugar into your drink.
"Yeah, Jin led him to your desk but you were in here and I came to get you," he explained more.
"Thank you, JK," you smiled, hurrying back to your desk. "Jiminie, what are you doing here?" You asked him, giving him a hug.
"I heard you're the one editing my book," he smiled, rocking on the balls of his feet.
"That may or may not be true," you laughed, turning to your computer to iron out some small details.
"I was also wondering if you want to go get something to eat," he asked you.
"Namjoon and I were gonna do something, let me text him first," you agreed, pulling out your phone. Once you got the okay from your roommate to postpone movie night, you signed out of your computer and collected your belongings.
"Ready?" Jimin asked and you nodded, following him out.
"How did you find out I was editing your book?" You asked him and he rolled his eyes playfully. He knew that that question was coming.
"I requested that you do it. Jin had his objections at first, due to a possible conflict of interest," he answered you.
"Jiminie, you can't request that I get this assignment, people are gonna think!" You exclaimed as you both walked on the elevator.
"Going to think what, Y/n/n?" He asked with a smirk on his face.
"I-I... Oh I hate it when you do that," you frowned, pressing the button for the ground floor. Jimin's smirk easily turned into a smile of victory.
"I know you do," he responded as the elevator door opened. He offered you his arm, and you linked arms.
"Why are we going to lunch?" You asked curiously. You knew that Jimin was very busy, and you didn't get to see him often.
"I have the day off and wanted to spend some overdue time with you," he answered you. He led the way to a nearby chain restaurant that had been a favorite of yours back home.
"Oh my gosh the famous idol, Park Jimin, wants to spend his day with me! Am I in heaven!" You jokingly fangirled. Jimin rolled his eyes but smiled at your antics.
"We're eating lunch and then going back to your place," he corrected you.
"Why my place?" You chuckled, not thinking he was serious. You were both seated by the hostess.
"You said the next time we both have time, that you'll show me your apartment," he reminded you. Now that he brought that up, you remember agreeing to that.
"I haven't cleaned up at all, and Namjoon will be caught really off guard. I meant a time I would have time to prepare, not just a surprise visit," you said.
"Oh, come on. Knowing you, it's clean enough that if your mom came over, she wouldn't say anything," Jimin argued. You sighed in defeat.
"I don't know why you're insisting on coming over, but fine," you told him, and he did a little victory dance in his seat. He ordered for the both of you, knowing your go to after many days spent in one of these restaurants at home.
"Have you read any of my book yet?" He asked once the waiter had walked away.
"No, I was handed the folder and it went straight into my bag until I finish my current project," you answered, knowing that would drive him crazy.
"Y/n/n, why?" He whined. You giggled at him, having known this was coming.
"Oh, food's here," you told him, sitting straight as the meal was placed in front of you. You thanked the waiter and began to eat.
"This is so good," Jimin hummed, and you agreed. It had been a long time since either of you had eaten here. The rest of the meal passed in a comfortable silence, both of you focusing on eating.
"I'm full," you groaned, leaning back in your seat.
"I'm almost done," Jimin laughed, knowing you were ready to go. When he was also finished, he gestured to get the waiter's attention.
"Can I get you two anything else?" he asked, his attention only on you. Jimin could tell the guy was trying to flirt with you.
"Jagi, do you want anything else?" Jimin asked, pulling the guy's attention off of you.
"No, but thank you though," you smiled. It was normal for Jimin to do things like that if anyone was making you uncomfortable, and he has asked if you're okay with it. Of course, it was, because then you didn't have to respond to any unwanted advances.
"Just the check, please," Jimin said, staring the waiter down. He nodded curtly and walked away.
"Thanks," you told him before the waiter returned. When he did, he handed the bill to Jimin.
"I'm covering it today, no arguments," he told you, putting his card into the book.
"Fine by me," you chuckled. You waited patiently until the waiter came to get the check and then brought it back.
"Alright, let's go," Jimin smiled. You both got up and walked out of the building and into the sunlight.
"Follow me," you smiled as you started to walk in the direction of your apartment.
"What's the vibe your apartment gives off?" Jimin asked you.
"We both decided minimalism in the common areas, and then we went for whatever vibe in our own spaces," you explained. You saw your building come into view, and you grabbed Jimin's hand to hurry him along.
"Sheesh, what's the hurry?" Jimin asked as you pulled him into the building.
"Home," you groaned as you both got on the elevator. You pushed the button for the ninth floor and the elevator started moving.
"The building's really nice," Jimin complimented. You nodded in agreement. You led him down the hall to the door of your apartment and unlocked the front door.
"Joon, I'm home," you called out. You got no response.
"Is he not here?" Jimin asked, shutting the door.
"He's probably working, I'll go get him," you told him. You walked to Namjoon's half of the apartment and knocked on his door. He didn't answer so you opened it and to no one’s surprise, he was at his computer with his headset on working on new music. You gently tapped his shoulder, but he still jumped.
"Y/n! You can't do that!" He exclaimed, causing you to laugh.
"Jimin's here and he wants to meet you, Oppa," you told him. Namjoon was three years older than you, but you only pulled out the Oppa card every now and again.
"Park Jimin? Like the idol?" He asked, nervously swallowing.
"I don't know any idols by that name. But I do know my childhood best friend, Park Jimin," you joked. He glared at you.
"Ha ha," he said sarcastically. He got up and you walked into the living room where Jimin was waiting.
"When were all of these pictures taken," Jimin asked, pointing to ones of you and Namjoon.
"They're from university," Joon responded.
"Oh, you must be Kim Namjoon! I've heard a lot about you," Jimin smiled, extending his hand for Namjoon to shake.
"All good things I hope," he answered, shaking Jimin's hand.
"Joon, this is Jimin," you introduced him.
"Y/n-ah, let me see your room," Jimin said.
"I'll let you get back to your stuff," you told Namjoon. He nodded and returned to his room.
"Is he always stiff like that?" Jimin asked. You shrugged, not really knowing why Namjoon acted like that.
"So, this is my hallway, mostly childhood pictures my mom let me bring with me, pictures of friends from university, concert memories, stuff like that," you smiled, looking at everything. You hoped Jimin wouldn't catch a glimpse of the shadow box of tickets to a concert of his.
"Y/n-ah! You went to one of my concerts and you didn't tell me?" Jimin asked in pure shock.
"You were busy, and I wanted to support you," you explained. He pushed past you and into your room. You followed him and he was looking at your bookcase that you use for books, music, and little trinkets.
"All of my albums? Why did you buy them? I would have just given them to you," Jimin asked.
"Jiminie, I don't ask for things like concert tickets or your albums because I don't want to be idol Park Jimin's friend. I want my best friend from Busan, Park Jimin," you told him.
"You loser, you could've asked for tickets because then we could've hung out before and after a show," he laughed, plucking your forehead.
"Let me live my life," you laughed too, plucking him back.
"What next? Am I going to find a shrine in your closet?" He asked with a laugh.
"No, you're not," you laughed as well. His phone started ringing and he answered it. When he hung up, he looked really annoyed.
"I have to go into the studio today," he told you, putting a damper on the mood.
"Aw, I'm sorry Jiminie. I'll keep in touch about your book and see if we can meet for coffee or something soon," you told him, giving him a hug.
"Okay, I'll see you soon then. I'm just gonna let myself out," he told you. You nodded and followed him to the end of the hallway.
"Is he gone?" Namjoon called as the door slammed shut.
"Yeah, do you still wanna do a movie night?" You asked him, falling onto the couch.
"I wanted to talk to you about something, actually," he said, sitting down on the floor, leaning against the couch.
"What is it?" You asked, turning your head to look at him.
"Would you be okay with me adopting a hybrid?" He asked you. The question shocked you, only because you didn't expect it.
"I mean if you want to, don't hybrids need their own room now?" You asked Joon.
"I looked at the living space requirements and it says nothing about their own room. It as long as they have a separate bed and a place to put their own belongings, they're good to go," he told you. You thought about it for a second.
"Joon, if you want to get a hybrid, I'm okay with it," you told him, and he smiled.
"Thank you, y/n-ah," he said.
"We can start doing some more research tonight and put something on in the background," you told him, getting up. You went to get your laptop and favorite blanket. When you returned, Namjoon had gotten his blanket and put Friends on.
"Are you good with this?" he asked, and you nodded, sitting close to him so you both could see the screen.
"What type of hybrid were you wanting to get?" You asked him.
"Definitely a dog hybrid," he answered, and you agreed.
"Okay, let's look at the more hyperactive breeds then," you suggested. You went on the site of a nearby shelter and went to the Adopt Me tab.
"I was thinking a bigger breed, like a golden retriever, or a lab of some sort," he told you. You scrolled down and found a golden retriever hybrid named Taehyung.
"He looks nice, and his dog form is adorable," Namjoon said as you scrolled through pictures the shelter put up. Some of them were the hybrid in his human form, others were in his dog form.
"It says that he is a more laid-back hybrid, but he still likes to play, especially with tennis balls," you read. You opened a new tab and typed in 'golden retriever hybrids'. A bunch of resources came up, but you clicked on the most credible one.
"What does it say?" He asked, leaning over your shoulder.
"It says that a golden retriever hybrid, much similar to the dog breed, needs at least an hour and a half of exercise a day, but a big yard is not required. They like when their owners are able to stay home as much as possible. It says that they need a high protein diet. When they're not in human form, they like large dog beds and a blanket to nest in," you told him as you scanned the article.
"That sounds like he'd make a great fit, don't you think?" Joon asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
"It does. We can go meet the hybrids tomorrow, but I'll keep doing research," you told him. Namjoon rested his head on your shoulder as he watched you read. If either of your mothers had walked in on this, both would insist that the two of you are the picture of true love. But you and Namjoon were far from being in love. Yes, you do love each other, but it's one hundred percent platonic on both sides. As the nigh went on, you fell deeper into a rabbit hole, no pun intended.
Unintentionally, you had stumbled upon a blog about the dark side of the hybrid market. It was about hybrid trafficking, something that didn't sit right with you at all. It was so sick that there were people out there that do this just to make a quick buck. You read the article that an anonymous author wrote, exposing a certain ring. You read the whole thing twice until your phone rang.
"This is y/n speaking, may I ask who's calling?" You asked, since you hadn't thought to look at the caller ID.
"Noona~! It's Jungkook," you heard your coworker. He was slurring so bad that you could tell he was drunk.
"Koo, are you drunk?" You asked, just to make sure.
"Maybe just a little. Hobi-hyung had a party and I went, and I've had a few drinks," he told you honestly. You glanced at Namjoon, who had now fallen asleep on your shoulder.
"Is Hobi there?" You asked, hoping that your ex was somewhat sober. You heard Jungkook talking, probably looking for him.
"Hello?" You heard Hobi ask, sounding completely sober.
"Hoseok, why is Jeon Jungkook calling me from your party, absolutely hammered?" You quietly scolded him.
"I told him he wasn't allowed to drive himself home, so I'm guessing he called you," Hobi responded.
"Okay, tell him I'm on my way and don't let him drink anything else," you sighed, shutting your laptop.
"Deal," Hobi told you. You hung up and looked at Namjoon.
"Joon, hey! Wake up," you whispered, shaking his shoulder.
"What is it?" He grumbled, leaning forward until he was laying on top of you.
"Joon, I have to go pick up Jungkook," you told him, trying to escape his grasp.
"Let him pass out in Hobi's yard, it's a right of passage," he yawned.
"He's already passed out in Hobi's yard at the last five parties, I gotta go get him this time," you told him. He sighed and got up, skulking to his bedroom. You grabbed a thin jacket and your keys before hurrying to your car. The elevator felt like it was taking an eternity before it finally opened. You tapped your foot until the doors slid open again.
"Jungkook, I'm going to kick your ass," you groaned as you pulled out of your parking spot. You were lucky and caught green lights all the way to Hoseok's house. You called Jungkook's phone, but he didn't answer, so you tried Hoseok. He didn't answer either.
"Shit," you sighed, not dressed at all for a party environment. You were wearing one of Namjoon's t-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts that clung to your ass. You dropped your head on the steering wheel, taking a deep breath. You were ready to brave the house. Walking in, you felt the bass of the music with each step you took. You saw Jin dancing with a girl, which shocked you. You never thought you'd see him in such a casual setting.
"Y/n! There you are!" You heard Hobi's voice over the music. He grabbed your hand, leading you to his room.
"I called you, but you didn't answer," you told him once he shut the door.
"I gave my phone to Jungkook so he wouldn't wander off, he's been playing subway surfers since we hung up," he explained, gesturing to your coworker who was laying on the bed, playing with Hoseok's phone.
"Hobi, I owe you one, thank you for not letting him wander around," you told him. Even though you two had broken up, it was on good terms. Both of you had gotten so busy there was no time for your relationship, so you agreed to be just friends before someone got hurt.
"Yeah, whatever, Jagi," he rolled his eyes.
"Nope. Not calling me that anymore," you told him, approaching Jungkook.
"Right, sorry, y/n/n," Hobi told you.
"Kookie, let's get you home," you told him, sweetly.
"Noona! You're here," he smiled, discarding Hobi's phone to the side, drawing you into his arms.
"Alright, come on," you told him, helping him off the bed. He stumbled a little bit at first, but his steps became more stable.
"You look so pretty, noona," Jungkook whispered in your ear. You knew this was the alcohol talking, so you just ignored it. He slipped his hand down to grab at your ass, causing you to jump.
"Jungkook, stop it. If you feel this way when you are sober, we'll talk," you chided him as you reached your car. He was able to get into the passenger's seat on his own and you helped him buckle his seatbelt. Your phone began ringing again, but Jungkook picked it up. You groaned, hoping it wasn't your mom.
"It's Jimin hyung," Jungkook cheered. You reached for the phone.
"Hand it here, please," you asked nicely.
"Gimme a kiss first," he smiled. You rubbed your temples but decided to give in somewhat. You pecked his cheek, before grabbing your phone.
"Sorry, Jimin. What's up?" You asked your best friend.
"Gimme a kiss first," he said, teasing you about Jungkook.
"He's drunk, and apparently a flirty one at that," you explained.
"I was gonna ask if you wanted to go to Hoseok's party with me," he told you.
"That's actually where I just picked up Jungkook from. Sorry, Jiminie. I don't know when I'll be able to hang out because this weekend Namjoon is going to get a hybrid, and then next week is going to be busy at the office," you admitted as you began to drive.
"Okay, let me know when you're free then," he told you. You agreed and hung up.
"Noona, I don't have my keys," Jungkook said out of nowhere.
"Like, you left them at Hobi's house, or you didn't bring them at all?" You asked him.
"I knew I'd be going to Hobi's party, so I convinced my roommate to be my designated driver but he left already," he told you.
"You can just crash at my place then," you told him, changing course in direction.
"What about Joon hyung?" he asked you.
"He went to bed already," you answered him. The silence slowly washed over you as your favorite song played on the radio. You hummed along but then felt a warmth on your thigh. You looked down, and Jungkook had rested his hand there. He gently drew circles into your skin. You gently grabbed his hand and dropped it in his lap.
"Noona, please," he whined. You were only a day older than Jungkook, so you had no idea on why he insisted on calling you noona. You learned early on to just let him do it.
"No, you're drunk," you told him. You were so thankful that today had been a Friday so you wouldn't have to go into the office and deal with the awkwardness tomorrow. You eventually saw your building come into sight and you parked your car.
"C'mon," you told him as you grabbed your phone. Namjoon had called you a couple times. Jungkook followed you, seeming a little sobered up.
"Thank you for coming to get me," he hiccupped as you got on the elevator.
"You're welcome," you answered him. He wrapped an arm around you. This time it was innocent.
"Noona, I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable tonight," he whispered. Before you could respond the elevator opened.
"Follow me," you told him as you walked to your apartment door. Before you could unlock it, Namjoon had swung it opened.
"Where did you go?" He hissed, but then he looked pissed when he saw Jungkook behind you.
"I told you I had to pick him up from Hoseok's house, that's why you went to your room," you explained, walking in. Jungkook followed you, but Namjoon stopped him.
"Where do you think you're going?" Joon asked.
"Y/n said I could crash here," Jungkook hiccupped, again.
"Joon, let him in," you told the older one. He moved aside and Jungkook followed you to your room.
"Thank you," Jungkook said for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.
"Are you okay to sleep on the couch?" You asked him.
"I want cuddles," he grumbled.
"Okay, you take a shower. Towels are under the sink and rags are in the drawer. I'll go get some clothes from Joon," you told him. He nodded and walked into your bathroom. You crossed the apartment, hoping that Joon had had time to calm himself down. You gently knocked on the door and Namjoon opened it.
"What?" He asked sharply.
"Can JK borrow some clothes to sleep in?" You asked him. He walked further into his room to his dresser and pulled out underwear, sweatpants, and a t-shirt.
"Here, these might be a little big on him, but it's just one night," Namjoon told you. 
"I'm sorry," you told him. He looked at you questioningly.
"About what?" He asked you.
"Today's been so messy, we barely had any time to just hangout. I didn't intend to blow you off like that, Joon," you told him, genuinely.
"Y/n, it's okay. After all, I get to spend time with you every day, they don't. And remember, wrap it before you tap it," Namjoon said, pushing a condom into your arms before he pushed you out of the room to shut his door.
"I wasn't planning on doing any tapping," you grumbled, going back to your room. Jungkook was waiting for you on your bed with a towel wrapped around his waist.
You can't deny that he has a handsome face, and a built body. The first time you had ever saw Jungkook shirtless, you blushed so hard, and everyone laughed at you for it. Except him, who had been absolutely oblivious. The water dripping down onto his shoulders from his hair had caught your eye. So much so you hadn't noticed the smirk that formed on his face.
"A picture lasts longer, noona," Jungkook said, his voice bringing you back to reality.
"H-here you go," you mumbled, dropping the clothes next to him on the bed. You took off your jacket and hung it up. You felt like he was staring at you, but you just ignored him. You moved to your dresser and took off your jewelry. A pair of earrings your parents gave you when you graduated high school, a necklace Hoseok had given you for Valentine's day, and a couple rings from different people.
When you turned around, Jungkook was staring at the clothes. Or more so at what was sitting on top of the clothes. You quickly reached for the foiled packet, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist.
"Why did you bring a condom?" He asked, a small smile on his face.
"Joon put it on the pile before he pushed me out of his room. I'm sorry, Kookie," you explained, grabbing the packet. You walked to your nightstand and put the condom in the box that you had. He began to get dressed when you walked into the bathroom to wash your face.
When you were done, you returned to the bedroom, Jungkook already dressed and under the covers. His face lit up when he saw you. You walked to the side of the bed he currently wasn't inhabiting. He pulled the covers open for you and you slid into the bed. His arms reached for your waist as he pulled you into him.
"Do you watch tv while you go to sleep?" You asked him. He nodded against your head and you reached for the remote, causing you to slightly pull away. Jungkook whined at the loss of contact with you. You turned on the tv and put Nickelodeon on.
"You really did look so pretty tonight," Jungkook whispered to you, making you shiver.
"Jungkook, stop," you told him.
"Even Hobi hyung couldn't stop staring at your butt," he continued, nuzzling his nose against your ear. You turned around in his arms to face him.
"Listen, you're still drunk. Let's just talk about this in the morning," you whispered back.
"Why wait when there's already a condom in your nightstand," he questioned.
"Jungkook, if you don't shut up and go to sleep, you can go sleep on the couch," you threatened. He looked at you wide eyed with his mouth clamped shut. You turned back around as he cautiously pulled you closer.
Eventually the train to dreamland took off, lulling you into a deep sleep. If you were being honest, you hadn't been sleeping so good as of late. Constantly tossing and turning in your bed. But now that Jungkook had his arms around you, you didn't feel the need to. His arms were strong and you felt untouchable by any negative thing in your life.
"Goodnight, noona," he whispered in your ear. That was the last thing you remembered before you passed out.
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Thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to leave feedback either in the comments or in my ask box! Stay tuned for part two! What was your favorite part? Let me know!
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hey guys long time no see, so here’s what’s going on. I am canceling Graffiti because i am no longer interested in Sam and Colby the way I used to be. I have edited my list of people i will write for, and feel free to send in requests :)
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Random mansion generator
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The Procgen Mansion Generator produces large three-dee dwellings to toy with your imagination, offering various architectural styles and other options. Each mansion even comes with floorplans:
https://boingboing.net/2019/07/12/random-mansion-generator.html
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Um so like Graffiti is being seriously delayed because I go through phases of being hyperfixate don stuff and Colby is not my hyperfixation rn. I am taking requests for my current hyperfixation, Outer Banks! Please send in requests if you have them!
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This is the best explanation I could come up with for why it takes me so long to do updates sometimes when, at other times, I’m typing them up like clockwork.
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Reblog if you are a fic writer who welcomes moodboards, playlists, remixes, art and any other type of gift based on your stories.
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I’ve started the tag list already, but not many people are on it. Chapter three is going to be posted soon, so if you wanna be tagged, hmu!
I’m thinking about doing a tag list for Graffiti, so if you wanna be tagged in all future chapters, send me a message or an ask
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Graffiti: Chapter Two (discontinued)
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Summary: While visiting family in Kansas, you run into someone. The only thing the both of you have in common is your fascination of abandoned places. Also the fact that you are from the same city and live in the same city.
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People were milling around, squished together. You tried wading through people to get to Colby, but it seemed every step you took, he took another. You decided to just go into the kitchen and get some water, so you did. There was a group of a few guys just talking. You realized they were Felicity’s theatre friends,
“Excuse me, but we’ve noticed your shirt and are wondering if you actually listen to Nirvana and you’re not just trying to fit in,” the red-head asked you. You scoffed as you got a water bottle from one of the various coolers. You noticed he was wearing a t-shirt that had Harry Potter on it. It was from the first movie and you immediately thought of a comeback.
“I noticed yours too. Have you actually watched or read Harry Potter?” You smirked. He was flabbergasted by your response.
“Yeah, read and watched,” the other two answered for him.
“Then yeah, I do listen to Nirvana. This shirt is from a concert my dad went to in 1992,” you explained.
“Hey, there you are!” You heard someone squeal. It was Jordyn.
“Hey,” you said awkwardly.
“I heard you met a cutie,” she giggled, already drunk.
“Keep your voice down,” you laughed. She laughed again, then left to go somewhere else. You walked along the wall, finding a corner that wasn’t very crowded in the open living room. You leaned against the wall, sipping your water.
“What are you doing?” A voice asked, standing next to you. You looked up to examine the person and there before you was Colby. Wearing the same t-shirt as you.
“People watching. Nice shirt,” you responded. He looked confused, but he drifted his eyes down. He smiled when he noticed the exact same logo on yours.
“Do you people watch often?” He asked, sliding to the floor with his knees to his chest.
“Only in busy places. It’s really fascinating to watch people be in their own little worlds,” you answered.
“So, how was the rest of your day?” Colby asked, sipping from the red solo cup.
“Boring,” you said. You were still anxious about talking to him after you talked to Brennen, but Colby noticed that.
“You seem anxious,” he told you. You looked down at the thread you were playing with.
“That’s because I am,” you laughed dryly.
“Why,” Colby asked, looking up at you. You slid down the wall to sit like he had been.
“There’s this guy who I think I’m starting to like,” you said softly, picking at your chipping nail polish.
“Okay, keep going,” Colby said. You could tell he sounded a little upset.
“And according to one of my friends, he likes me too. I just met him though so I don’t really know what to do,” you half-smiled.
“How long ago did you meet?” Colby questioned again.
“Yesterday,” you answered, hoping he would catch on soon.
“Sounds like you know what you’re doing,” Colby grumbled, standing up.
“Where’re you going?” You laughed.
“Out back, wanna come?” He offered, extending his hand to help you up. You took it, expecting him to let go. He still held onto it, weaving throughout the sea of people.
The back yard was quiet, the music muffled. The bass was still going strong and shaking the ground beneath you. Colby sat on the grass, pulling you down next to him. He was admiring the stars, but you were too busy admiring how the moon lit up his face. Your hand that he still held was sitting on his lap.
“If you like this guy, I think you shouldn’t wait around for him to make a move. Do it first. Some guys find that hot,” Colby suddenly said, playing with one of the rings on your finger.
“Do you?” You asked quietly, fiddling with one of your necklaces with your other hand.
“Depends on the girl,” he shrugged. You leaned your head onto his shoulder and heard him suck in a breath.
“Hey, lovebirds!” You heard someone slur. When you turned your head, it was Brennen.
“What?” You asked him.
“Did you tell her yet?” Brennen asked, gesturing to Colby.
“We were actually talking about something pretty serious Brennen. Why don’t you go back inside?” You suggested, getting annoyed at him. He made a face, but sauntered back inside.
“As you were saying,” Colby chuckled as you returned your head to his shoulder.
“Colby, I don’t know if I’ve met anyone denser than you,” you told him, laughing after your comment.
“I don’t follow,” he whispered, laying his head on yours.
“The guy I’m talking about is you,” you blurted out. You said it like you were ripping off a bandage.
“Me? Why?” He asked. You could tell he was taken aback by your words.
“My heart was like ‘ah yes, he’s cute and nice and has a similar sense of humor. Perfect!’ Honestly, I haven’t really been interested in boys until now,” you explained.
“What next? Because I really like you too,” he gushed, making your cheeks grow pink.
“I think that we should go out on a date. Spend that time getting to know each other better. The only things I know about you are what I’ve learned in the past twenty-four hours or what Brennen’s told me,” you suggested.
“That is a brilliant idea,” he beamed, rubbing his thumb over yours. The music in the house slowed to a soft song meant for slow dancing. You hummed along, knowing the song. “C’mon,” Colby exclaimed, pulling you up and towards the house.
“Why? I was comfortable,” you whined. Colby didn’t let go of your hand until you were in the middle of the room, surrounded by a few other couples. Everyone else watched from the sidelines.
“May I have this dance?” Colby smiled, holding both of your hands. You hesitantly nodded. “What’s wrong?” He immediately asked.
“I don’t know how to slow dance,” you admitted to him. He chuckled at your childish voice.
“Just follow my lead,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist. You moved yours to his neck, playing with the brown tufts of his hair. He swayed slightly, back and forth. You followed his movements.
“I feel awkward,” you laughed. He gave you a grin.
“I think you’re a natural,” he told you. You both kept slow dancing, no matter what upbeat song was playing.
“{y/n}! I’m going to Uber home! You keep up the fun!” Brennen yelled over the music, that was deafening. You gave him a thumbs up and you didn’t see him again. You were comfortable as you were dancing, discovering a rhythm with Colby.
“There’s a girl over in the corner who’s been glaring at us since we started dancing,” you whispered into Colby’s ear. He swayed around until he was facing the direction you were previously facing.
“That would be a girl who’s been trying to get with me, but won’t accept the fact that I don’t want her,” Colby laughed. You nodded as you both kept dancing around, getting to know each other.
“And then, Xavier just walked in. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be home, I was sitting on the counter, goldfish stuffed in my mouth. I literally looked like a deer caught in the headlights,” you told him. Now, you had both managed to climb onto the roof and were swapping funny memories.
“What did you say?” Colby laughed.
“I told him I was having a midlife crisis,” you laughed even harder, tears brimming your eyes.
“Ah, yes. A midlife crisis at the ripe age of nineteen,” he chuckled. You leaned farther into his chest as you were sat between his legs.
“He just walked right back out the front door to go do whatever he does,” you added.
“I think your story wins,” he smiled, kissing your hair.
“I think I need to get going,” you said, glancing at your phone. It was approaching one o’clock in the morning. The party was still in full swing, though you didn’t like being out of the house for too long.
“I do too, though I need to figure out a ride,” Colby agreed as you both carefully climbed down, feet hitting the grass.
“I can drive. I was Brennen’s designated driver,” you offered, jingling your keys. You led him to your car and he gave you directions to his apartment. When you parked in the parking garage, he walked around to your side of the car. You rolled down the window.
“Do you wanna spend the night here? You can borrow some of my clothes and toss yours in the wash,” Colby offered. You glanced at your phone.
“I’m gonna let Brennen know,” you told him, picking up your phone. You called Brennen, knowing he was more likely to answer that than a text message.
“Hello?” He asked, still wide awake.
“I’ll be home in the morning,” you quickly told him.
“Where are you? Are you with Genna and Felicity? Oh! I know where you are, you’re with Colby!” He exclaimed, smug with himself that he figured you out.
“Ha, you caught me,” you said sarcastically.
“Just make sure you use protection!” Brennen shouted.
“It’s not like that. It’s late and I’m too tired to drive home right now,” you yawned.
“Mhm, alright. But, if it does turn into that, just remember that I do not want a baby Colby walking around,” Brennen barked out before the line clicked. You huffed and turned off your car and getting out.
“Did he just say that?” Colby laughed.
“Unfortunately,” You grumbled. Colby led you to his apartment and unlocked the door. He swung it open, but let you inside first.
“Are you thirsty or hungry?” He asked, opening his fridge. Right on cue, your stomach growled loud enough for him to hear.
“I guess I am,” you laughed.
“I have a whole lot of nothing here, but I can order a pizza,” he said, shutting the fridge and picking up his phone. You took a seat on the couch, picking up the remote that was next to you. Channel after channel, yet there was nothing decent to watch. That was until you hit HBO. You squealed in happiness as you clicked the enter button to let the movie play.
“What’s gotten you so excited?” Colby asked as he sat down next to you.
“Iron-Man is on,” you said excitedly.
“Do you wanna change first?” He asked, pausing the movie.
“That’s a good idea,” you agreed. He stood up and walked into his room, returning with a pair of sweatpants and an XPLR tee.
“The bathroom’s just down the hall,” Colby smiled, handing you the clothes.
“Thanks,” you smiled, ruffling his hair. You quickly changed in the bathroom and folded up your clothes neatly, setting them on the kitchen counter when you walked out.
“Pizza’s here,” Colby said, his voice muffled by the pizza already stuffed in his mouth.
“Cool beans,” you cheered, sitting next to him and getting a slice for yourself. Colby pressed play and you continued to watch the original Iron-Man.
By the time the movie was over, the both of you had eaten the whole pizza. You were laid at one end of the couch, Colby at the other. Your legs were intertwined and you didn’t turn off the movie until the post credit scene had played. You could have fallen asleep then and there, but Colby hopped up. He held his hand out for you to take, and you did. He pulled you towards his room and pulled back his covers.
“Which side do you want?” Colby asked, resting his hands on the sheets.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” You laughed.
“Well, I don’t really have a particular side,” he answered. You flopped down on the side you were standing by and he slid on next to you, having already changed into his pajamas as well. He pulled the covers over the both of you, wrapping his arm around your waist.
You tried sleeping, you really did. It just wasn’t working out. You may ask yourself why, and the answer to that question is, Colby snores super loudly! His head was resting on your chest, the snores right in your face. You’ve tried moving out of his grip, but it always returns. At this point, it was well after half past three, and you were fed up.
“Colby,” you whispered, softly running your fingers through his hair. He hummed, probably half asleep.
“What,” he whispered back.
“You need to turn around, you’re snoring in my face,” you told him. He groaned as he flipped over onto his other side. You were surprised it worked, but turned onto your stomach to go to sleep.
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“{y/n/n}! Get up! Brennen already called my phone three times,” Colby exclaimed, his voice raspy.
“Why?” You asked, turning to face him.
“Because it’s half past one,” Colby responded, showing you his phone. You raised your eyebrows as you hurriedly got up to call him back.
“{y/n}, where have you been?” Brennen shrieked.
“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to sleep this late. I never sleep this late! I am so sorry,” you apologized, hoping it would appease him.
“It’s alright. I smoothed it over with Genna and she isn’t upset,” Brennen told you.
“Thank you. That means a lot,” you told him, sighing in relief. You hung up your phone and sat back down on Colby’s bed,
“What was that all about?” Colby asked, laying his head in your lap.
“I was supposed to go apartment shopping with Genna today and I slept extremely late,” you answered, running your fingers through his hair.
“Are you moving?” He asked, eyebrows knitted in confusion.
“No, Genna is. The lease on their house ends in a month and she wants to have an apartment ready. Though, I’m thinking about moving,” you responded.
“You said you go to UCLA, right?” Colby asked.
“Yup, this is my last year,” you told him. You had skipped the third grade because you were advanced in reading, though nothing else. Your chosen major being graphic design.
“What’re you studying?” He asked, reaching out to play with a strand of your hair.
“Graphic design,” you told him. He nodded as your conversation slowed, but the silence that settled over you was comfortable.
“Colby are you here?” You heard someone yell.
“I’m in my room,” he responded. The door swung open and there was a blonde boy.
“Who’s that?” The guy asked, smirking at Colby.
“{y/n}, that is Jake. Jake this is {y/n},” Colby introduced you.
“Nice to meet you,” you smiled. The guy smiled back.
“Colby, I need you to come help me film something,” Jake said.
“I’m gonna head out,” you told Colby, kissing his forehead. You grabbed your keys and phone and walked out of Colby’s room.
“Who’s that?” Another guy asked.
“That’s Colby’s girlfriend,” Sam teased from the sofa.
“Not yet,” you corrected Sam.
“That’s Corey, by the way. You’ll be seeing a lot of him,” Sam introduced.
“I��m {y/n},” you responded, grabbing your clothes from last night and stuffing your shoes on. You hurried out the door and back to your car. Once you were safely inside you drove straight home.
“Where have you been?!” Genna shrieked as soon as you opened the door to your apartment.
“I slept over at Colby’s place,” you answered, making a b line for your room. You changed into everyday clothes as Genna barged in.
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imaginethe-dragons · 5 years
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Graffiti: Chapter One (discontinued)
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Summary: While visiting family in Kansas, you run into someone. The only thing the both of you have in common is your fascination of abandoned places. Also the fact that you are from the same city and live in the same city.
Word Count: 3.9k
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“{y/n}, this is going to be fun. Besides you’re going back to California tomorrow. This will be our last adventure until who knows when,” your best friend, Georgia, exclaimed, trying to convince you to go to an abandoned building her and your other best friend, Zach, found while you had been in Cali.
“This looks really sketchy, Georgia. What if we get kidnapped?” you asked her, looking at pictures she showed you. Zach laughed at you, swinging an arm around you.
“{y/n/n}, we’ll be fine. We went to it and looked around. It’s really fun and there’s awesome graffiti. We can take spray paint out there and you can put something up. I know your sketchbook is full of ideas by now,” Zach told you, practically on his knees in attempt to get you to agree.
“Okay, we can go! We’ll explore for a few hours and then I have to come back and pack up,” You agreed. The two squealed in excitement as you threw certain spray paint colors in your bag as well as masks so you don’t inhale it.
“I’ll drive!” Georgia yelled, grabbing her keys. You quickly remembered your sketchbook and then made it to the car. You hopped in the passenger’s seat and started flipping through your sketchbook to decide on what you wanted to do.
“I think I’m going to do this,” you said, showing Zach the page.
“What is it?” Georgia asked the two of you.
“It’s an eye and above it is the Audrey Hepburn quote that says ‘The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.’” Zach described to her.
Soon, Georgia pulled into a run down and secluded parking lot. The only other car there was a red Toyota Corolla. You grabbed your bag and walked towards the building.
“There’s a whole empty wall along the back,” Zach told you, leading the way into the building. You looked and saw the blank wall, mind running with the possibilities of what to do. Zach and Georgia set up the folding chairs they had brought while they watched you. Amused smiles sat on their faces as you went through the colors of paint you brought. You decided on one and put on a mask before you began your work.
You spent several hours working on various pieces, but the larger of the nine was a Frida Kahlo mural that took up a large portion of the wall. You smiled, taking individual pictures of the pieces. You turned your head to look at Zach and Georgia and how they would react but they weren’t there.
“Guys?” You called out. Your voice echoed around the building. Quickly, you put everything back in your bag. “Zach? Georgia? Come on guys this isn’t funny!” You said loudly.
“Shh, do you hear that?” You heard a voice ask.
“Zach? Is that you?” You asked, getting rather annoyed. Your phone rang loudly, causing you to jump from the sudden fright.
“Hey, my mom texted me and said she needed me at home. Georgia brought me,” Zach quickly explained.
“You didn’t think that you should have told me? Zach, how am I going to get home? We drove for miles!” You yelled into the phone.
“I’m sorry, {y/n}! Like really sorry!” Zach exclaimed.
“It’s okay, I’ll try and figure out how I’m going to get home,” you said angrily, hanging up before he could respond. You managed your way back to where you were earlier, among your art.
“Seriously, Sam. I think someone’s hear. I heard a voice yelling, how could you not?” A male voice asked. You whipped around to see who it was, but before you could see anything, you were knocked to the ground.
“Huh, looks like you were right,” another guy said, shining a light on you.
“Who’re you guys?” You asked in an aggressive voice. The one with the light flicked it off. “Wait. Sam? Colby?” You asked, recognizing two boys who your roommate was best friends with.
“Do we know you?” Colby asked you. You have never officially been introduced, but you saw them once or twice at parties.
“I’m Brennen’s roommate, {y/n},” you answered, standing up.
“How come we haven’t met you?” Sam asked.
“Because I’m usually out of the apartment when you guys are over. You can call Brennen and ask him if you want,” you told them, dusting off your pants. They looked at each other and Sam walked away with his phone in hand.
“This graffiti is amazing isn’t it,” Colby asked you, examining the wall you had poured over for hours.
“It’s nice to know my work is appreciated,” you smirked, looking over each and every piece. Colby looked down at you, mouth wide open.
“No way, you did this?” He asked, a smile making its way onto his face. You nodded, a prideful gleam in your eyes.
“{y/n/n}! Don’t you have to be packing right about now!” You heard Brennen exclaim. He was on FaceTime with Sam.
“Yeah, well my friends kinda ditched me,” you answered.
“We can give you a lift,” Colby offered.
“I’ll see you tomorrow! I’ll pick you up from LAX,” Brennen exclaimed to you from the phone.
“K, I’ll text you when I land,” you smiled at the phone.
“You’re leaving tomorrow?” Sam asked and you nodded.
“Have to be at the airport at four in the morning,” you grumbled as you all made your way back to Colby’s car. It turns out he was the owner of the Corolla you had seen earlier.
“So do we,” Colby said, opening the passenger seat up for you. You muttered a thank you as you got in. He shut the door and walked around the car to get into his seat. You went on your phone and made the pictures of your art into a collage to post on your Instagram.
“So, where exactly am I taking you?” Colby asked, getting onto the interstate.
“Her parents live in my neighborhood,” Sam answered. You looked at him, a brow raised. “Brennen told us where you’re from and he mentioned the neighborhood name,” he explained quickly, trying not to freak you out. You nodded slowly, and faced forward in your seat.
As the time passed, you simply watched the greenery fly by. Once you were in your neighborhood, you started giving Colby directions to your house. He pulled into the driveway and you got out of the car.
“Thank you so much for the ride, hopefully I’ll see you guys soon,” you said, shutting the door. You immediately walked inside where your family was waiting for you.
“{y/n}, honey! Where have you been?” Your mom asked, looking you over, making sure you weren’t hurt.
“Zach, Georgia, and I went to this abandoned warehouse and they left me, but thankfully friends of a friend were there and gave me a lift,” you answered, pushing past her and into your room. Your black suitcase decorated with spray paint sat in the corner, but you heaved it up onto your bed.
“When are you gonna visit again, Sissy?” Your younger brother, Alex, asked. Alex was seventeen, a senior in high school. He wanted to go to UCLA with you, but your parents convinced him to play baseball at some college in Florida. He flopped onto the bed, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know, Bub. May not be for a while, because I’ve been saving for this trip since I moved,” you explained to him. He frowned as you threw clothes into your suitcase neatly.
“Can you just move back to Kansas?” He whined. You smiled sadly at him.
“I’m out there living my dream, Bub. I’m going for my Master’s degree ing graphic design. I’ll be home for Christmas,” you told him, reaching out to ruffle his hair.
“Hey, sis! Mom needs you in the kitchen!” Your older brother, Xavier, shouted, even though he was already in your room. Xavier was twenty-two and was playing football for Penn State. He was in a doctorate program for a psychology degree.
“Keep your voice down!” Alex shouted back.
“Both of you shut up!” You laughed, though you used a proper inside voice. You walked to the kitchen and your mom wasn’t there. You walked back to your room and saw your brothers and your mom packing your suitcase for you.
“Mom wanted me in the kitchen, huh?” You chuckled.
“I wanted you to be able to rest because you’re going to be a little jet lagged when you go back,” your mom said, rubbing your arm.
“It’s getting late, {y/m/n},” your dad said, yawning from your doorway.
“I’m coming, honey,” she said, kissing your hair. She left you with your brothers.
“Are you actually going to rest?” Alex asked and you laughed, setting your packed suitcase by your door.
“No, so how much chaos are we gonna cause?” You smirked.
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Between us, waking up at two in the morning puts you in the worst mood. You usually spend your days sleeping past lunchtime and not going to bed well after the witching hour is over. Throughout high school your friends and your parents always told you that you should never take any classes earlier than two o’clock in the afternoon. Thankfully, all of your classes required were after two.
If you have to wake up this early, you need gallons of coffee to be able to be not a snippy lunatic. Your parents were happy to provide you three cups on the way to the airport.
“This is as far as we can go,” your mom said, eyes brimming with tears.
“If you start crying, I’m going to start crying,” you laughed, giving her a bone crushing hug. You clutched your backpack straps, having already checked your suitcase.
“Bye, sis,” Xavier said, hugging you tightly.
“Bye,” you said.
“Bye, Sissy,” Alex said, clutching your hoodie that was three times your size.
“Bye-bye, Bubs,” you responded, ruffling his hair. You bid your final farewells and went through security without a hitch. Quickly you found a Starbucks and got in line for a coffee.
“It’s too early for this crap,” you heard a familiar voice grumble. You turned your head slightly as to not be obvious and noticed Sam and Colby in line behind you.
“You got that right,” you responded. Both boys looked up at you and smiled immediately.
“What flight number are you?” Sam asked. You looked down at your ticket.
“Flight DL456, gate 13,” you answered, carefully putting it back in your hoodie pocket.
“Us too. I’ll go find our gate while you guys get coffee,” Sam said, quickly walking away from the two of you. Not that you were complaining though. Yeah you could see yourself as friends with Sam, you just thought that you and Colby would make better friends.
“He downed like ten Red Bulls on the way here,” Colby told you and you laughed.
“I can help the next guest!” The cashier exclaimed. You stepped up, not expecting Colby to be right behind you. When you took a step back to examine the menu, you ended up crashing into his chest.
“Are you okay?” He asked. He looked extremely concerned.
“Yeah, didn’t expect you to be right behind me,” you blushed. You told the girl, who was trying not to laugh, what you wanted. Colby added his coffee to the order and paid for it, ignoring your protests to let you pay half.
“Colby, I could have paid half,” you told him as you both ventured to find Sam.
“Yeah, well my dad taught me better than to not pay for a lady,” he responded.
“If we’re going to be friends you are going severely struggle with how stubborn I can be. Especially when it comes to paying for stuff,” you pouted.
“You weren’t very stubborn back there,” Colby muttered, sipping his coffee.
“Because you handed her the money before I had the chance to pull out my wallet,” you argued.
“Uh huh, yeah,” Colby responded, a boyish smile on his face as you both saw the back of Sam’s head.
“Hey, first class is boarding,” Sam told the both of you.
“Great. We were right on time,” you chuckled. You followed the boys onto the plane. You found your seat and sat down, immediately getting comfortable with your pillow. You faced the window, noticing someone else sit down.
“Wait, I thought we were sitting together,” Sam grumbled. You looked over, Colby sitting next to you.
“We can trade seats if you want,” you offered politely. Colby turned towards Sam so you couldn’t see him. Sam looked awkward.
“It’s okay, {y/n},” he smiled, walking towards another part of the plane. Colby turned to you but you were the first to speak.
“If you think we are going to be spending this flight talking to each other, you are absolutely out of your fricken’ mind. If you try to talk to me, I might bite your head off,” you growled, shocking Colby.
“Brennen was right, you are mean when you’re tired,” he laughed. You flicked him off, getting comfortable once again.
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Stepping onto actual land once again was something you are always eager to do when you’re stuck on a plane for no matter how long. Colby was the one who woke you up, making sure you had everything. You were extremely sluggish, caused by your lack of sleep and caffeine.
“Why’re you so tired?” Sam asked you, a laugh escaping his lips.
“Last night me and my brothers spent the whole night shifting furniture five inches to the left. Then we switched everything in the cabinets over one to confuse our parents,” you explained softly.
“That’s the nicest she’s been all morning,” Colby told Sam, causing you to slap his chest.
“{y/n/n}!” You heard three people scream. The three of you turned your heads. You saw Brennen, remembering Colby had said something about texting him that you guys had landed. The other two were your roommates from freshman year of college, Genna and Felicity.
“Guys!” You exclaimed. You gave them all a hug, telling each of them how much they were missed. Colby and Sam caught up with Brennen while you did the same with the girls.
“There’s your suitcase!” Felicity beamed. You grabbed it and returned to their sides.
“So, who’re the cuties?” Genna asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Sam and Colby. Sam has a girlfriend and Colby doesn’t,” you answered quickly and quietly.
“Dang, the single one isn’t my type,” Genna huffed.
“Yeah, but he’s {y/n}’s type,” Felicity smirked, causing you to go red.
“What made {y/n} go all tomato?” Brennen laughed.
“Nothing,” the three of you blurted. The boys looked at you suspiciously, but it went ignored by you.
“Girls, what do you guys say about a welcome home party for these three Kansasians?” Brennen asked, tossing an arm around you and Genna. You figured it was a rhetorical question and the party had already been planned.
“On it,” Genna smirked, playing along.
“We’re gonna steal {y/n} for the rest of the day if that’s the case,” Felicity smiled, looking at Brennen.
“I have to go back to our place to unpack and shower. I really need a shower,” you interjected.
“Fine, we’ll just make sure you are on house arrest. The party is at our house. Angie has no problem with it and Jordyn is the party girl of the house,” Genna rambled as you all walked outside.
“Jake is here to pick us up, so text us the address later,” Colby said, him and Sam bidding a farewell.
“We’ll meet you at our place,” you told Genna and Felicity, knowing the drove together. They nodded as you followed Brennen to his car.
“That graffiti you did was crazy awesome,” Brennen told you, throwing your suitcase in the trunk.
“Thanks,” you smiled, sitting in the passenger’s seat. You weren’t sure how long the drive was, because you fell asleep and woke up to Brennen blowing an air horn really close to your face.
“Gotchu!” Brennen laughed.
“What the hell?” You yelled. He was just laughing, but you got your bags and walked inside. You had to wait for Brennen, remembering you had left your keys in your nightstand before you left.
“Why are you waiting?” Brennen asked. He looked confused, but didn’t want to push to many of your buttons.
“I left my keys here,” you grumbled. He quickly unlocked the door and you pushed the door open, immediately flopping onto the couch,
“No, no, no. Nope. Alright, upsy daisy,” Brennen said, realizing you wanted to take a fat nap. He had you sitting up by the end of his statement. After five minutes, he handed you a cup of coffee and Genna and Felicity made their way inside.
“Time to get ready!” Felicity cheered.
“But the party doesn’t start until nine,” Brennen exclaimed from the kitchen.
“We take a long time to get her ready,” Genna laughed.
“Yeah, she’s the most impatient person I’ve ever met,” Felicity laughed. You just groaned, curled up on the couch. Your hands still clutching the coffee.
“C’mon, we’re going to your room,” Genna said, lifting the mug out of your hands. You whined, but did as she said. Once the door had been shut, you were handed back the mug.
“You just be tired over there while we pick out your outfit,” Felicity smiled, waving towards your bed. You sat down in the middle with your legs folded. You sipped the coffee every so often, slowly waking up.
“This will help wake her up,” Brennen exclaimed, setting a Red Bull on your desk. He could do so without looking into the room because your desk was directly to the right of the frame.
“Thanks,” you grumbled. You were handed the can and alternated what you took sips from.
Felicity and Genna were bickering about what you should wear. In the process they were making a mess of your closet and the chair that sat next to it. Once you were done with both of your beverages you seemed like your normal self.
“Here’s the plan. You are going to wear your dad’s old Nirvana t-shirt, from the concert he went to and your black ripped jeans. The layer will be a black cardigan. You are going to put on your Doc Martens and then we have full artistic responsibility for your hair and makeup,” Genna said, turning to you. All you did was shrug lazily as both girls whirled around the room like tornadoes. You internally laughed at the comparison, since you did grow up in tornado alley.
“Okay, go take a quick shower and then come back,” Felicity demanded and you did as she said.
After you returned to your room, the two turned around so you could get dressed. Once you were, Genna had you sitting on your stool so she could do your hair. Every so often you asked her what she was doing, wearing her patience thin.
“I’m done! Stop asking me stupid questions and just look in the mirror,” Genna exclaimed loudly. You just laughed at her reaction and turned. Genna has straightened your hair and then did loose curls.
“Lookin’ hot,” Felicity joked. You returned to the stool as Felicity preceded to do your makeup. It wasn’t anything heavy or outlandish. Just a casual look because everyone at this party are people you’ve met before.
“Are you guys done yet? It’s been hours,” You heard Brennen yell from somewhere else in the place.
“We’re working on jewelry right now!” Genna yelled back. By the time the girls were done playing dress up, you had several rings on both hands. Two necklaces were fastened around your neck, one shorter than the other. Both were charms that said ‘Sister’, one was in Alex’s handwriting. The other in Xavier’s. Your earrings were small hoops.
“Cute,” Felicity gushed.
“Now put on your shoes,” Genna told you. You did so and then looked in the mirror. It wasn’t something you would wear in your day to day life, but each article separately you would. You smiled, feeling a little more confident than usual.
“Finally, she’s not going to be holed up in her room! {y/n} {y/l/n} is actually going to a party!” Brennen hollered when you walked out of your bedroom.
“I like to party. And by party, I mean take naps,” you corrected him.
“You nap at like four in the afternoon,” Brennen laughed at you.
“Irrelevant,” you laughed.
“We’re going to go help Angie set up, but we’ll see you later,” Genna said to you.
“Okay, bye,” you nodded, waving as Felicity followed her out.
“I’m meeting Colby at Tender Greens, wanna come?” Brennen asked you. Usually, you would never get an invite because you had expressed to Brennen you were fine with your current friend group and you didn’t want your solar system to collide into Brennen’s. Though, it has once you fell on the floor in the abandoned warehouse.
“No thanks. I have to unpack and do my laundry,” you answered.
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Brennen had returned a few hours later to you having just finished all of your laundry. He was whistling loudly as he made a cup of coffee for himself. You sat on the couch, reading your favorite book.
“Haven’t you read that book already?” Brennen asked curiously, sitting next to you.
“Yeah, but I’m going to reread it every so often,” you answered.
When you first told your parents you were going to move in with a guy you had met through your roommates in freshman year, they were extremely uncomfortable with the idea. Brennen and you were pretty tight, and he would call or Skype your parents almost everyday, maybe even twice a day. All that just to make sure their worries were eased. Thankfully they were and they never complained. Your mom adored Brennen, your dad simply tolerated him.
���We had an interesting conversation,” Brennen told you, flicking through tv channels.
“What was it about?” You asked curiously. You were still reading, but kept an ear open.
“You,” he answered. You lifted your head to look at him and you rose an eyebrow.
“Yeah? What about me?” You questioned, hoping it wasn’t embarrassing.
“I didn’t say much. It was mainly him saying how cute you are, how pretty you are, a lot of ‘how come you never introduced us before’, a few ‘she’s totally may type. Oh and here’s the best one ‘I think I may have found someone who won’t break my heart,” Brennen said, imitating Colby when he quoted his friends words.
“You’re telling me this because?” You laughed.
“I know you like him too. He’s gonna be at the party tonight and I may or may not have influenced what Genna and Felicity chose your you to wear,” Brennen laughed. You turned beet red as he continued to tease you.
As nine o’clock grew closer, you grew more anxious by the second. Picking at your fingernails, playing with a loose thread on your cardigan, tugging at the hem of your shirt. That was how you tried to pry your mind away from the cute blue-haired boy. Throughout high school, you didn’t really pay attention to boys, choosing to focus closely on your studies to be able to get scholarships for UCLA, which you ended up doing. When you told your mom you were awarded a full ride, she just about cried.
“We’re here!” Brennen cheered, pulling up to the already crowded house. When you stepped out, the bass of the music shook your body. You already agreed to be the designated driver, letting Brennen be able to enjoy himself. You had lost him as soon as you step foot in the door, though you did catch sight of familiar blue hair.
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