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women on youtube will post one video and then never again and that video? brother that video was so good its making the earth spin sideways

#.text #anna who posted muffled rap music playing in the distance 7 years ago you will always be famous #men literally making careers out of mediocrity the world is so sad

[t-ki]

[muffled rap music playing in the distance]

#my art #metalocalypse #dick knubbler #magnus hammersmith #metal masked assassin #no spoons for real art but at least im funny

[moochi-daisies]

2012. 06.

- 18+, minors DNI

- Content includes: swearing, alcohol, smoking, tension, sexy dancing and a kiss or two

- Length: 5.56k

- Side Notes: jk isn't the bad guy!! jin makes a dad joke, namjoon's rapping skills make their debut. yoongi is devastating. thank you for giving this a read if you do. i hope you enjoy <3

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Namjoon waved us over to the booth, Jin propped up next to him with a glass of water. Looking more alert than he had outside, he flashed a peace sign and a tiny smile. Jungkook was still perched on the back of the seat, lifting his glass and scrunching his nose as his lips curled into a grin. Tae was trying to get Namjoon's attention and hadn't noticed us yet, he had balanced the pink umbrella from his drink on the palm of his hand. The sounds of his yells muffled by the music but still loud enough to be heard from a distance.

The sight of them washed away the stress that had been building. Their dimples, pretty smiles and friendly bantering elicited feelings akin to a comforting sitcom. But instead of being characters, they were here in front of me. Caring for me. Laughing with and not at me.

I repeated a variation of a gratitude mantra as Hobi, Jimin and I closed the rest of the distance between us. In the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Lacey staring out in our direction from the bar.

Before I could blink, Hobi angled himself to block her out of my view. I tilted my head on his shoulder as a thanks and he pressed a kiss to the top of my head with an exaggerated "muah".

Once we were near the booth, Jungkook pushed himself onto the ground and stood in front of us. There was a worried look in his eye while he alternated between chewing on his bottom lip and flicking his lip rings with his tongue. Hobi and Jimin lifted their arms from around my shoulders, Jimin supportively cheering on Tae's umbrella trick and Hobi squeezing one of Jungkook's muscular shoulders.

With a knowing look at Jungkook and a gentle nod in my direction, Hobi pushed Jungkook towards me before sliding himself into the booth next to Jin.

Jungkook's eyes were chocolate marbles as he looked at me and I felt my heart dissolve into a puddle. Some thin silver chains glinted under the pulsing of the rave lights, dipping down into his oversized flannel. His physique was insane, I wasn't blind. But it was perfection to a degree that didn't make any sense.

The moments he had touched me played through my mind and I tried to understand how I hadn't been affected the way I was with Yoongi.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Lacey, I thought you knew" he blurted loudly and snapped me out of my head, back into the moment.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his baggy jeans and hiked up his shoulders before continuing, "Kinda fucked up he didn't tell you in my opinion. I feel bad saying that and all but if a girl came all the way here for me? I dunno, I'm just saying.". Looking anywhere but at me and frowning, his voice trailed off at the end barely audible over the music.

Without thinking, I stepped towards him and reached my arms around his neck.

Turning my head to rest on his chest I pulled him into a hug as tightly as I could manage. Thick arms wrapped around my waist and he grabbed a wrist with one hand, locking me in place.

Secure.

The muscle definition of his upper body made him feel so solid. The warmth radiating from him enveloping me, holding me.

I could hear the beating of his heart stutter once before picking up. Wiggling my feet to press my body closer to his, I turned a wrist to stroke his hair.

Tucking his face down to speak into my ear, "What about Yoongi?" he asked quietly.

Not wanting to end the hug, I stayed pressed against his chest and slid one hand down from his neck to hold his face. Fingertips resting on cheekbones.

Turning towards him, "I'm allowed to hug my friend." I replied. I didn't know where the confidence had come from but it was a welcomed change of pace.

I could feel him smiling into my hair and his palms flattened out to hold me tighter. One wrapping around my lower back, touching near my hip. The other stretching up the middle of my back, fingers fanning over my ribs.

"So, we can dance?" the happiness in his voice made me giggle. I nodded against him as he lifted his head back up. Dropping his chin and nestling it in my hair. He started to turn our bodies, swaying us gently side to side.

We stayed like that until the song that had been playing ended.

Breaking away from me and sliding a hand to grab one of my own he lifted an eyebrow.

"So what kinda moves ya got?" he said teasingly and I laughed back at him.

Keeping our hands held, I turned and lifted his arm up, pulling it over my shoulder as I backed up against him. Slowly, I began rolling my hips. Small motions at first, getting bigger as I felt him moving with me. The hand not holding mine slid around me, suddenly pushing my stomach, pressing the length of my body closer to his. Leaning his head down he nipped at the top of my ear.

Spinning away from him I turned back with a frown, only to see him staring flabbergasted, mouth hung open and his round cheeks shining red.

Oh no, he's adorable.

The music pulsed out a steady rhythm, drowning out voices. So instead of leaning in close, I stuck my tongue out at him. Biting it and pressing my eyes shut. He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, turning to look down at the floor. Pulling his arm, I guided him to the booth with the others who thankfully had not been paying attention.

"You guys never believe me!" Tae was blubbering without the tears.

Jimin shook his head and Namjoon held one finger to his ear before half singing, half rapping his retort, "That's becaaauusee you drama king / You liiiieeee about such silly things". He wiggled in his seat and continued, "Tae Tae Tae, you do yo thang / Better cut it out quick / And go out with a...BANG!".

Hobi was doing a back up dance for Namjoon's impromptu song, dropping in supportive ad-libs and beatboxing.

"You guys are gonna make him cry for real" Jimin groaned, glancing at Tae's shaky bottom lip.

Namjoon held out a fake microphone for Tae to continue the song and a look of elation bloomed across his face. Bouncing in his seat he turned to Jimin after pretending to take the mic from Namjoon.

"You have to harmonize with me ok? I was thinking we could do a song about beach umbrella's, you know, the really big ones?" He was animated as he spoke, the pink umbrella toothpick now tucked behind one ear.

Jimin nodded, then glanced towards Jungkook and I. "He's not allowed to get these goddamn umbrella things in the future that's for sure" he snipped while rolling his eyes, getting a sympathetic laugh out of the both of us.

"JK, get me a drink for the love of god. Please and thank you" Jimin pursed his lips towards the bar, "You know what I like. No. Motherfuckin. Umbrella's." he finished. Death glaring up at Jungkook.

Jungkook chuckled before heading towards the bar and Jimin patted the seat next to him, gesturing for me to sit down. While Tae was engrossed in doodling performance notes on a napkin on his other side, Jimin lifted his eyebrows at me. His expression seeming to ask if everything was okay.

I gave him an exaggerated wink and thumbs up as a response and he laughed, pushing my shoulder gently. Namjoon and Hobi were both dancing now and stood up to move towards the dance floor. Hobi's lanky limbs were hitting each beat while Namjoon found his groove, moving his feet slowly and doing most of the work with his arms.

I smiled fondly at them before glancing at Jin. His broad shoulders took up most of the booth, how they ever managed to fit themselves in a singular space was like some sort of magic trick. Sweetly tilting his head to the beat, he clutched his cup of water and took his eyes away from Tae to meet mine.

"I'm too fuckin' old to hang with these guys" he joked and pouted out his lips. Good lord, his lips were as fluffy as cotton candy.

"You're not old" I yelled across the booth, "you're just a lightweight!" the teasing caught him by surprise before he snorted a laugh.

Leaning across the table he beckoned me to come closer, "What does a baby soybean call its mother?" he asked.

My eyebrows pulled together in confusion and I looked at him questioningly.

"Eda-MOM-e" he shot back before bursting into laughter and smacking the table.

The sound of his laughter and ridiculousness of the joke got to me. As soon as we started to calm down, a glance at each other set both of us off again. My stomach ached by the time Jungkook came back with drinks for everyone. Jimin raised an eyebrow at him, "These all for me?" he asked.

Jungkook shook his head before settling next to Jin and dispersing drinks around the table.

Looking down he finally gave his response, "Lacey gave us all another round on the house. She said she hopes we're all having a good time" his tone was even and emotionless.

Jimin gave a small "ah", snatching the umbrella out of Tae's new drink before he noticed it was there.

"Relationships are gonna be complicated right? Don't let it get to you too much and just enjoy yourself. Yoongi's gonna regret not trying with you so just, keep trying because YOU want to try. Not to get him to try ok?" Jin's tone was big brotherly. I didn't know what the latter part meant but I nodded at him with a smile.

Jungkook looked off into the distance, not saying anything. A hand wrapped tightly around his drink.

The lights in the venue went dark again before a voice boomed through the space, "You've come all the way here to see him, you'll keep comin' back to see him again and again- please welcome to the stage, Agusssstt D!". The crowd erupted into cheers and the music started, Yoongi hyping up the audience as the momentum started to build.

Most of the people in the venue were now on the dance floor. In unison they jumped up and down, head banging and shaking the floorboards.

Jungkook grabbed my hand and excitedly started to pull me into the mass of people. Keeping a tight hold he navigated us through with expertise, people moving to give us room almost too easily until we were in the center of the dance floor. We glanced at each other with wide grins before whooping supportive cheers out for Yoongi, a ripple of cheers echoing after us.

People's arms began to lift and hips began swaying. Eyes closed around us as the crowd began falling into the rhythm of the music.

It was too easy to slip into. To get lost in. I didn't realize I had been staring at Yoongi, unmoving until Jungkook's hand lifted mine to his shoulder. Jumping a bit, I remembered where I was and locked eyes with him. Trying to forget the churning in my stomach that came from watching Yoongi on stage.

He looked beautiful up there. Like he was channeling the music through his body, like what he had created was more than just artistic self expression. There was a bigger picture to it all.

Jungkook's body rolled against mine, sending shivers and the pulling of a string down my spine and below my stomach. Facing him, we started moving to the beat. Both my hands on his shoulders, his on my hips - pushing them lightly to control the movement.

It quickly began to escalate.

Turning me around, he pulled me roughly back against him. One hand staying around my hip while the other lightly took hold around the base of my throat. My hands flew to grab the waistband of his jeans, pulling so there was no space between us. My back slightly arched to press my ass further into his solid frame, our hips began to roll together.

Gyrating against him, I started to feel him harden. The thin material of my dress not doing much to soften the sensation. The fingers he had wrapped around my neck started to strengthen their hold, the back of my head meeting the muscles of his chest. His head dipped down towards my ear, the sound of ragged breathing tingling down my legs.

The hand on my hip pushed forward across my stomach, palm flat with fingers finding the waistband of the tights underneath my dress. He pinched it between his index and thumb before dragging his fingers and bunching my dress in his grip.

We continued to roll our bodies together. The fluidity of the movement making it difficult to register the presence of anyone else around us.

"Oh fuck" Jungkook shakily breathed into my ear and my eyes fluttered open. Not remembering when they closed.

A small circle of space had been made around us. The people closest to us weren't making judgmental expressions, but wolf whistling and "woo"-ing in support. The fever dream feeling was back.

With the start of the next song by Yoongi, Jungkook had turned me around. His thigh pressing between my legs, one hand holding the back of my neck with the other wrapped around my waist.

His eyes were closed, his breathing heavy. My arms had found their way around his torso, feeling muscles flex along his back as he led the directions of our steps.

Moving a foot forward, the muscles of his thigh rippled between my legs. My inner thighs clenched around him and he brought his forehead down to press into mine.

Drumming his fingers against my waist, I watched him bite his lip while the hold on the back of my neck tightened almost painfully.

By the time the next song began to play, Jungkook's face had twisted up. Not in pain but with the building frustration of maintaining self-restraint.

He looked so cute.

I wondered if Yoongi kept testing my self-control just to see a similar expression on my face.

Kissing Jungkook's cheek I stopped moving, whispering the word "breathe" into his ear before smiling and lightening the movements. Moving back to keep some space between our bodies, he grimaced at first before flashing a grateful smile at me.

We turned towards the stage, bouncing up and down and bopping our heads. Jungkook shouting some lyrics that I didn't know yet.

We stayed like this for a few songs as we both tried to get control over ourselves. Losing ourselves in the music instead, joining the atmosphere curated by the rest of the crowd.

That is, until I saw Lacey coming up to the side of the stage. Handing Yoongi a drink and traipsing her fingers up to the collar of his shirt. Giggling and flirtatiously smacking his shoulder.

I don't know what came over me next.

Jungkook and I turned to face each other simultaneously, rolling our bodies once again. My hips floated around in circles, Jungkook matching the motion of my body with his own.

The crowd around us pulled back, giving us room and whooping as we danced.

I turned my back against Jungkook, pressing my ass against his pelvis and leaning forward. Pulling his hands to grab my hip and the nape of my neck, we began to move. Grinding against him, I felt him responding. Matching my intensity and giving in to his own desire.

Suddenly, he was pulling me up against him. Turning my head and leaning his face towards mine.

His lips pressed against my own with a soft moan. I opened my mouth slightly to flick my tongue against his lip ring, gently biting his bottom lip before deepening the kiss.

My arms stretched around his neck, fingers gripping his hair as he turned me towards him. The fronts of our bodies earnestly pressing together. He shifted slightly, holding me in place with one hand, grabbing my ass with the other.

Briefly pausing the kiss, he pulled away to look at me. The serious look on his face out of character from the Jungkook I had seen so far.

"I don't care if you're just mad at Yoongi" the directness of his words caught me off guard, his eyes darkening. "I've wanted to kiss you since we picked you up at the bus stop.".

Not giving me time to respond, his eyes lowered and he leaned back in to kiss me. Pushing his tongue gently to swirl around my own, he sighed. The softness fleeting as he gave into the moment, pulling me with him.

    

     It didn't take long before his hips started to press against me in a way that could no longer be considered dancing.

     "Ah" he whimpered against my mouth, "wait- wait.". His fingers were pressing hard into my waist, clinging to me with hands trembling.

     I wanted to stay lost.

     I didn't want to wait.

     His lips were soft but firm as the kisses turned desperate.

     The feeling of his body against mine felt like the only thing keeping me grounded. One arm slipped from around his neck, fingers crawling under his flannel to press into warm skin.

     "What if I say no." It came out as a moan and he broke away from me. Burrowing his head into my neck and pressing kisses into the nape.

     Without saying anything, he turned me back around. Our left hands held over my shoulder, the other holding onto his forearm as he wrapped his arm back around my stomach.

     Keeping our bodies pressed against each other he started moving us gently. Holding his pelvis away from me as I tried rolling my hips back to feel him.

     Turning my head towards him, a sheen of sweat glistened on his neck. It looked so strong, like if I reached my arms around it and jumped he would catch me.

     Trying not to remember the view of Lacey flirting with Yoongi, an urge to lick the sweat off of him came over me.

     It's what a friend would do right?

     I couldn't just leave it as it was, what if it was uncomfortable for him?

     Craning my head and tilting my chin up slightly, I dragged my tongue along his neck. Kissing and biting the base of it without thinking anymore about it.

     Jungkook gasped, slamming his lower body against mine and I turned back to look ahead of me, smirking at his reaction. Pleased with myself.

     Pressing his lips against my ear he rasped out, "No more" and I inhaled deeply. Yoongi back in my line of sight, an unsettling feeling wormed its way back into my chest.

     Leaning my head against Jungkook's arm, we stayed as we were. Slowly swaying together, hips in sync but without the passion that had taken over us both. A silent understanding passing between us.

     We stayed that way until the show was over, breaking apart to applaud for Yoongi. He was as good as everyone had been telling me, a pulsing in my eardrums leftover from the resounding sound.

     I wanted to ask him what inspired it all. I wanted to be there while he was creating more. I wanted to write stories about what led him to making music.

     I wanted to be his muse and I wanted him to be mine.

     My entire body felt like a heartbeat as the crowd started to disperse. Jungkook next to me was still shaking, pushing his hair back and staring at the stage.

     Lacey was waiting there, along with the rest of the guys.

     All of the spit in my mouth turned into a dry paste. Walking over there was unavoidable.

     Jungkook shook out his shoulders, nodding to himself and grabbed my hand, marching towards the group. My legs wobbling as I followed.

     Lacey greeted us with a big smile, a stark contradiction to the look on the boys faces behind her.

     "Wasn't he amazing?" she asked me and I nodded, feeling mute.

     "I'll call y'all a cab and make sure your car doesn't get towed over night. I'll drive Yoongi home, so don't you worry about him" she continued on, speaking generally to the group. The second part caused a visceral reaction, stinging me, and I flinched.

     I couldn't look at Yoongi.

     Anger was bubbling up in an attempt to cover confusion.

     Jungkook hadn't let go of my hand and he squeezed it. I could feel him looking down at me, but I kept my eyes on the ground.

     Hobi piped up, throwing an arm around Yoongi. "Helluva show man! Killed it, as usual" he lowered his head to find my eyes.

     I lifted my head up, finally looking at Yoongi.

     "Yeah, you're really incredible" I said softly and a pained look flashed behind his eyes, before he nodded.

     "I'll see you all at home real soon okay?" he didn't look at me while he said it but it felt like an attempt to comfort me.

     The guys and I turned to leave, Jungkook attached to my side. Yoongi's eyes followed after me as we walked away, every time I glanced back he was still staring. The expression on his face making me wish I had said something to get him to come with us.

     Once we were in the cab, Tae and Jimin began drunkenly professing their love for each other.

     "No man, you mean so much to ME" Tae's voice cracked at the last word.

     Jimin sniffled back, "No man, you mean EVERYTHING to me". They held each other closely, pointing fingers as they made increasingly dramatic declarations of love.

     Namjoon and Hobi were still bobbing their heads, dancing with their hands and singing different choruses from Yoongi's songs. Both taking turns to serenade me before turning towards each other and making instrumental sound effects.

     Jungkook said nothing, keeping my hand held in his lap. And Jin looked back at us from the passenger seat, a kind smile on his face before turning and resting his head against the cool window.

     Everybody stumbled out of the taxi when we arrived at the house, loudly thanking the driver and waving him off as he drove away.

     My feet felt heavy as I walked up the steps.

     Nothing about this trip had gone how I imagined.

     Jungkook and I stayed outside to smoke while the others filed in.

     "So, um, maybe we don't tell Yoongi about what happened" Jungkook spoke up first. We were sitting together on the couch, my head leaned against his chest with one of his arms wrapped around my shoulders.

     "Do you think he'd be mad?" I asked, wondering out loud.

     "I don't really care about that" his tone sharpened, and he paused to exhale.

     "I mean, I won't be able to lie and say that it meant nothing to me." he continued, "I'd fight for you if it came down to it, and Yoongi would let me take you.". This surprised me.

     Staying quiet for a moment, words ran through my mind before settling on, "What happened didn't mean nothing to me either Jungkook. I don't know what to call it, what happened back there and I'm not saying that I don't like Yoongi. It's just, different with you.". The words fell between us. Leaving us in a peaceful silence.

     After we had walked back inside, I couldn't convince myself to lay down in Yoongi's bed without him. So I joined Jungkook on the couch.

     He blew out a groan before flopping onto my lap, turning on the TV and bringing his legs up to curl onto the cushions.

     Absentmindedly, I began running my fingers through his hair. Poking my fingers through his silver hoop earrings and tracing up and down the length of his neck with my nails.

     One of his arms reached out to hold my thighs and he buried his face into his arm. Murmuring a sound of relief as he did.

     Hobi came out of the hallway, brushing his teeth and wearing a fuzzy headband that pulled his hair back from his forehead. He looked shiny and clean, a giant t-shirt falling to his knees over plaid pajama pants. Two froggy faced slippers smiling up at us, covering his feet.

     "Namjoon and Jin went straight to bed" he explained, mouth full of toothpaste. "Ish probably not gonna be long before Yoongi gesh home. You ok?" He ended with a raise of his eyebrows.

     I nodded, feeling Jungkook's head wiggle on my lap.

     Hobi paused, never stopping his brushing while he looked at us.

     "You two behave?" He questioned and Jungkook's hand grabbed at my thigh. Turning my face down to hide my blush I nodded again.

     "Yeah, we danced. We'll be good though don't worry" Jungkook's voice muffled out from behind his arm.

     Hobi didn't move for a moment, narrowing his eyes at us. He moved as if to say something before holding himself back, nodding his head and turning to retreat towards the bathroom.

     "I wouldn't be mad if you didn't" his voice echoed out from the hall. And at that, Jungkook and I collectively sighed. Laughing to ourselves at the relief that came from Hobi's statement.

     A loud clanging came from the kitchen, Tae and Jimin's voices griping out curse words that followed a loud "thunk.".

     Jungkook lifted himself off my lap and we both got up to walk to the kitchen. Laughing at the sight before us.

     Tae had curled up in a ball on the kitchen floor, apparently defeated by his fall. Jimin was big spooning him, holding a pan stretched above them in one hand, several others scattered on the ground.

     "I just wanted to make some foooood" Jimin groaned, tucking his chin against Tae's shoulder.

     Tae patted the hand Jimin had wrapped around him weakly, "My brother, the kitchen has won this time" his voice husky with remorse. A few moments later, soft snores from both of them carried throughout the kitchen.

     Jungkook and I tried our best to snicker quietly before turning the lights off and returning to the living room.

     I grabbed a blanket from the couch before covering them up. Shaking my head and giggling as I walked back before I saw the look Jungkook had on his face.

     "Everyone's asleep or in their rooms now" his voice was low. Some of his hair was sticking up messily while he turned to looked down at his hands.

     My stomach lurched.

     The feeling of our kiss earlier washed over my body and I crossed my legs. Squeezing my thighs together and trying to remain levelheaded.

     Thinking of what Lacey and Yoongi were doing brought a wave of impulsivity.

     But that wasn't fair to Jungkook.

     I didn't want to kiss him to get back at someone else.

     He deserved better than that.

     Gingerly sitting next to him, my arms wrapped around my knees. Peering at him, I nudged his shoulder with my own.

     "Do you want to kiss me?" the question came out softly.

     Round eyes found mine, he was chewing on his bottom lip again. Ringing his hands together, muscles tensed.

     I knew the answer. But I asked it so I could let him know, "I want to kiss you too Jungkook. But we have to stop there. I'm sorry that- I wish I hadn't- maybe it'd be better if-" swiftly reaching out he held my face and pulled me to him.

     Cutting off the stuttering words.

     Giving into the feelings that we both didn't know how to respond to.

     I could float away with Jungkook and still feel safe.

     Whereas my feelings for Yoongi body slammed me to the ground. Trapping me in my body, giving no room for escape.

     The kiss was sweeter than it had been in the venue. One of my hands drifted to the hem of his shirt, grasping it as it tightened into a fist. Trying to refrain from reaching for his skin. His large hands cupped my face gently, a thumb stroking along the top of one of my cheeks.

     Pressing our lips together a few more times, we lingered on the last. Mouths slightly opening for tongues to flick against each other.

     He pulled back abruptly. Turning towards the TV and sniffing.

     An ache filled me up.

     I wanted to take care of him.

     I wanted to take away any hurt he was feeling.

     I wanted some reason to give him for liking Yoongi so much. I wanted to pretend that I didn't, to see his puppy energy return and laugh with him.

     "I'm okay." he chuckled softly, briefly glancing at me. "Thank you for that.".

     And with that we leaned back against the couch. His arm going back over my shoulder, my head slightly turning to rest against his chest.

     I couldn't pay attention to what was on the TV and zoned out until the sound of footsteps lurched me upright. Jungkook switched the TV settings to turn his game on and Yoongi walked in through the front door.

     "You waited up for me" surprise was in his voice as he faced us. I nodded my response, unsure of what would happen next.

     Jungkook said nothing, focusing on his game and ignoring Yoongi who eyed him up and down before turning to me, "Let's go to bed then?" he said simply. Walking off down the hall to his room.

     I stood up to follow, squeezing Jungkook's bicep as I did. A hand reached out to grab my leg, stopping me from walking away and I turned to look down at him. Instead of looking up at me, he nuzzled his head against my thigh. Wrapping his arm around it.

     A pang shot through my core and I reached out to stroke his hair, combing out the messiness with my fingers.

     He tightened his hold for a moment before releasing me, going back to his game and pressing his lips together.

      The walk to Yoongi's bedroom felt a mile long. He had one lamp clicked on when I entered. The nervousness on his face made me assume the worst.

     That he was going to tell me about Lacey actually being his girlfriend.

     That he regretted inviting me.

     That he was sorry for saying yes at all.

     Instead, he lifted both arms and wrapped them around me. Hugging me tightly. I wrapped my own around his waist, blinking manually and trying to calibrate what thoughts were running through his mind.

     One hand stroked the back of my head, our faces tucking into each others necks.

     Butterflies danced along my skin, bursting out from within me.

     "Thank you so much for being here, I wanted to play that show for you" he murmured into my hair. My vocal chords disconnected from my brain, all of my attention absorbing how he felt, how he smelled, how his voice trickled into my ear.

     Pulling back we smiled nervously at each other. "I'm gonna go wash up" he said, turning his back to leave.

     What happened with Lacey?

     What did he mean, he wanted to play that show for me?

     What happened with Lacey?

     What happened with Lacey?

     WHAT happened with Lacey?

     The artwork lining the walls of his sanctuary spun in circles around me. When he came back from the bathroom, I left without saying a word.

     Feeling dumbfounded, rattled.

     Shaken.

     I washed up in a stupor, not recognizing my reflection as a person. The features of my face swimming in front of me, turning me into some kind of fucked up Picasso painting.

    Trudging back to his room, I found Yoongi already in bed. The weight of my body felt yanked in to the Earth by some sort of super-gravity. Each step taking all of the effort I could muster.

     Stepping as far away from him as possible, I lowered myself down onto the mattress. Laying flat on my back and staring at the moonlight shining through the window. Yoongi was laying flat on his back next to me.

     The movement of the air between us felt like it was dancing. The beat of my heart pounded through my ears loudly enough that I was sure he could hear it. We both tried breathing quietly. Arms straight by our sides, laying stiff like wooden boards.

     My eyelids started to feel heavy until I felt a brush against my pinky. Yoongi sliding his fingers through mine to hold my hand.

     Our fingers closed around each other, his thumb slightly drifting up and down along the space between my thumb and index finger.

     We stayed like this for a while until I felt his head shift to look towards me. Even in the dark, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

     "I like you, you know that right?" he whispered. There was a pleading urgency in his voice that made a tangled knot form in the back of my throat.

I squeezed his hand once, both of us drifting off to sleep.

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mermaid’s kiss | e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

warning(s): 18+ just because, actually like really tame lmao, kissing, meddlesome friends, didn’t actually go the direction i had in mind, mentions of drinking and allusions to smut, no proofreading or editing

word count: 905

kinktober series

in which eddie dresses as a pirate, and you, a mermaid

prompt: costumes

masterlist

Your eyes trailed over Eddie’s bared chest. When you’d met up to attend the party Steve was throwing for Halloween, it took everything in you not to convince him to pull over and forget your friends. Instead, you’d taken up to eyeing him every few minutes, his scars on display in the billowy shirt tucked into brown high waisted pants.

Eddie’s thumbs tapped against his red solo cup, eyes not leaving your form. You were dressed up in draped blue fabric, the scales drawn on your skin carefully and perfectly done. Steve was beside him, watching him watch you as if it might urge him to actually do something about the clear feeling on his face.

“Are you gonna do this all night? Jesus.” Eddie jumped at Steve’s irritated tone. Robin was leading you over to the two, and he sent Steve a panicked look. He grinned in response, clapping him on the back before taking a long sip of whatever was in his cup.

“Do you have anything that isn’t just straight, cheap-ass alcohol?” You complained, setting your cup down on the counter and pressing your side to Eddie’s. He nudged your side playfully, a giggle leaving your lips as his fingers brushed against bare skin. Halloween music was blaring from Steve’s living room, and you hummed as the sounds reverberated through the entire house.

Though the two of you didn’t see it, far too wrapped up in each other, Robin and Steve shared an exasperated expression before Robin decided she’d had enough. Steve cocked his head to the side as she plastered a smile onto her face.

“Hey, can you guys help look for my bag with me? I don’t remember where I put it and I need to give Vicky something.” You sighed and Eddie groaned before tilting his head back and finishing what was left of his drink. You watched his throat bob and shook your head, turning back to your friend. She was watching you with knowing eyes and you looked away, face hot.

“Of course.”

The four of you all set out to find Robin’s bag, starting downstairs and slowly making your way upstairs. Eddie joined you halfway through, an easy grin on his face as he stepped closer to you. You were in Steve’s room, Robin’s stuff tossed everywhere. Though you knew they weren’t dating, you could definitely see why there were so many rumors that they were.

“I wonder-” The door slammed shut and you gasped, whirling around. Eddie crossed the room quickly, tugging on the door before sighing, jaw clenched. You raised a brow. He shrugged before turning his attention back to the closed opening.

“Hey, this isn’t funny. Open the door.” He rapped on the wood for good measure. Though her voice was a bit muffled, Robin started speaking. You shook your head, of course she would do something like this.

“Not until you guys finally admit you’re in love with each other!” You ran your tongue over the roof of your mouth, rolling your eyes and settling onto Steve’s bed.

Eddie joined you, though he kept his distance. It was clear to see he looked uncomfortable, shoulders tense and eyes focused on anything but you.

“Hey,” You reached over, placing your hand over his. His eyes shot to yours. You smiled softly, running a gentle thumb over his knuckles.

“It’s okay. They’re just being stupid, yeah?” He nodded, clearing his throat as if he wanted to say something. You looked at him expectantly.

“I mean, they’re not…” He chuckled nervously. “They’re not wrong.” The room seemed to pause as you blinked at him, his words washing over you. For months, you’d been trying to get Eddie’s attention. You stayed with him as he recovered from the demobats attack, visited him after your shifts at work, spent almost all of your free time with him. After a while, you’d all but given up on him returning your feelings.

He shifted, anxiety seeping from his form. You drew in a sharp breath and leaned towards him. He froze, eyes snapping from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes. You smiled.

“You never said anything, how was I supposed to know?” He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks beginning to flush. You laughed, shuffling closer to him and cupping his face.

“I feel the same way, ya know?” His eyes went wide and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Your plan was to draw back but Eddie slid his free hand to the back of your neck, keeping you in place as he deepened the kiss. You hummed, parting your lips to swipe a tongue over his top lip, a soft moan escaping him as your tongue explored the inside of his mouth. You removed your hand from his, using it to travel every inch of skin you could reach. He gasped as you grazed over his upper thigh and you pulled away, grinning.

He shook his head, running a light finger over the makeup you’d done all over your body.

“I don’t wanna ruin it, you spent so long on it.” Your smile turned wicked, eyes flashing as you moved to straddle him. His hands came to grip your hips, squeezing at the soft flesh. You settled into his lap, brushing your nose against his as you felt his dick twitch underneath you.

“What if I want you too?”

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things volume 2 #eddie munson x reader #stranger things vol 1 #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff

[v0dkathroat]

[ muffled rap music playing in the distance ]

#narancia #narancia ghirga #vento aureo #jojo's bizarre adventure vento auero #jojos bizzare adventure #araki hirohiko #orange #so orange #sketch #doodle #traditional art #hehe #art #jjba #traditional

[nerdepic]

i do love that a reaction to breaking bad is to be goofy abt it like. when it was airing it was sharing out of context screenshots that just said [muffled rap music playing in the distance] and that image of walter arguing with a cop with the caption "mama mia this one a spicy meatball" and making bff necklaces with walt and jesses face on and making flower crown edits of that pink outfit and now its remixing the better call saul intro and making edits to wap and bimbo doll and making posts where walt and jesse argue about going to the aquarium. i love that no matter what year ppl watch it ppl just make memes that r silly and fun. abt a show where he cooks meth and is a shit dad hahaha

#txt

[leaderintitleonly]

Anonymous asked:

if you and jim had kids (bear with me) would they be crickets or dwarvs discuss

Why... why?! Why is this even a thought?! He collapses into his chair and... he’s actually thinking about this.

“Fella... M’close to fae-ish kin. An’ I ain’t the magic kind. Well... I coul’ be if I studied, m’sure. Coul’ probably harness it usin’ gems an’ earth, but...” He ponders a bit more. Record scratch. Glass breaking. The sounds of cats, foxes, and owls making a ruckus in the distance. Is that muffled rap music? No, that’s a muffled rendition of a Patsy Cline song. Which song? Not sure, but it’s Patsy Cline.

“I ain’t sure how the logistics work ‘bout tha’ an’ sides? M’real long in the roof- uh, tooth. I was an older fella when I had my girl. I ain’t really a spring chicken. More like a rooster ready for uh, what’s the dish fer ol’ roosters past their prime?”

#doc speaks #anon what are you doing because i am afraid

[best-youtube-video-battle]

here are my submissions:

The Shooting AKA Dear Sister

Kitchen Gun

I Took A Bath in front of 10,000 People for Charity

[muffled rap music playing in the distance]

iconic ace attorney dub outtakes moments

In!

#Submission

[furby-organist]

[MUFFLED RAP MUSIC PLAYING IN THE DISTANCE]

Local Alastor’s look from Ruddy’s party deserves a drawing of its own, yeah?

#// Alexa wore the long hair to clown on Ruddy & the allegations that his usual haircut is a lesbian haircut. #As he's pulled up to the party with a hairstyle that straight girls also have. See. #(It was brought to my attention that this is the most lesbian look he's ever sported. Task failed successfully.) #Anyway. He's being chatty and charismatic. Who is he chatting with? You decide! #I couldn't be arsed to do more of a background. #muffled rap music playing in the distance (not canon) #Anyway that's an incredibly alexacore lyric (like. it's said not seriously) so there that's the closed captioning on his ass! #circling this empty room (my art) #ok for like anyone 2 reblog! #I'll probably reblog for the Not Up At Asscrack Of Dawn Oclock crowd tomorrow idk

[heauxchefantgreystone]

Dumb bitch squad back in action!!!

#i feel like i absolutely dated myself by attempting to replicate the muffled rap music in the distance meme #ffxiv #dragonsong war spoileds #apoilers #final fantasy fourteen #yda hext #i meeeaAan #wol #warrior of light #au ra wol #au ra raen #heavensward patch spoilers #3.4 spoilers #final fantasy gpose #gpose #ffxiv gpose #i hate the vast difference in color schemes tonari looks photoshopped in RIP

[askthetraveller]

Bonus dooble. @sometimes-giratina

#sometimes giratina #muffled rap music playing in the distance #shadow giratina #giratina

[datapadz]

#★──[muffled rap music plays in the distance] ■ SHITPOST #i am WEEPING jesus chrsitstjsaktjakt #this is peak comedy to me ok #if you don't love THE CHEESECAKE FACTORY just fucking block me now we will never be friends

[magical-mikuri]

Lon Chaney in Where East is East (1929)

#*muffled rap music plays in the distance* #where east is east #Lon Chaney #silent film #1920s #tod browning

[timextoxhajima]

Nevertheless: Wishful Thinking [1]

[completed] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

synopsis: why would the college flirt want anything to do with the innocent heartbreaker? a [somewhat] nevertheless au featuring tbz's eric son young jae

genre [per chapter]: suggestive material, mentions of alcohol, SMUT *this series is a smut series so* please don't read if you're uncomfy. if you're underaged and you still wanna read, i'm not stopping you. i don't care because that's your responsibility to know what's fiction and what's not.

word count: 2.8k, half of which is probably filth

taglist: @from-xero

{this is a work of fiction}

"i'm sorry, i just... i just don't see you that way."

the boy tries his hardest not to choke (or sob) as he lowers his head, the bouquet of flowers in his hands crinkling when he brings it down to his side.

he huffs, using his tongue to poke the inner sides of his cheeks as his grimace pulls out into a smirk.

you look at him with utmost guilt, fingers awkwardly intertwined with one another as you scan the distraught on his face.

"so..." he slowly nods, looking up from the floor. "not even the most popular person on campus can win you over, huh?"

the label strikes a chord in you.

honestly, you were just waiting for him to say those words. you hadn't expected the campus star boy to confess to you tonight, much less at his own graduation party.

he was two years your senior and frankly way out of your league - leaving you with absolutely no clue how he came about to develop feelings for you.

you had wondered if he was merely capitalising on your growing reputation as the 'innocent heartbreaker'.

the pretty, new, freshman who just couldn't seem to stop heads from turning.

one of those heads was his.

wooseok scoffs, obviously unhappy and dissatisfied with your response.

how dare the pretty freshman reject the hottest boy on campus?

"okay," wooseok nods, still holding out the flowers to you. "at least take the flowers, would you?"

grimly picking the golden-wrapped roses from him, you scan his eyes, glossed with a layer of tears as his nose sours.

"wooseok-"

"no, don't," he interrupts you, sucking in a deep breath as he puffs out his chest. the yelling from outside his bedroom door calls the both of your attention.

"the party's still going on until morning, are you staying?"

with a light shake of your head, you hug the flowers close to your chest. your heart slows down, calming from the fact that he had brought you in here just to confess and not something else you were afraid of.

the guilt sinks in when you realise you didn't trust wooseok all that much.

"okay, well..." he clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. the silver shine off the school's logo on the varsity jacket glimmers under the room's ceiling light. "at least stay until we finish the first bottle of vodka? we have games later."

"oh, wooseok, i can't-"

"come on," he reaches forward and grabs your hands, his hands hot and warm. probably from the adrenaline he had to give himself to make this feat. "the first bottle."

you look up from his fingers and at his face, his fringe covering his eyes and casting sharp-angled shadows all over his lids.

your lips part, but before you can even utter a sound, he hops right in and exclaims with a grin on his face. "great! i'll see you around and come find me when you're leaving, okay?"

the smile lines extend from the sides of his nose and down to his lips, the shadow lines on his cheeks shifting as he turns on his heels, hands sliding off yours.

"i'll-" he points to his door, already reaching for the handle. "yeah. bye."

wooseok pulls the door open for him to exit, and right before he can shut the door behind him, his eyes come between the gap to take one last look at you.

the door clicks shut after he moves off first, and you're left with the roses in your arms, standing in the middle of his room, having just rejected the most sought-after bachelor in the school.

looking down at the roses once more, your finger-pads rub against the velvet petals, heart aching for him.

the neon lights in his room were casting a bright blue hue all over the walls and the carpeted ground, trophies for baseball and customised bats decorating almost every corner.

you turn to his bed, thinking of leaving the flowers on the cushion and leaving quietly through his window.

but your train of thought violently snapped into two when the party outside yells, followed by the loud thunking of the bass throughout the house.

the flowers are a reminder of how shit of a person you are.

you didn't ask to be a heartbreaker.

people tend to think you find joy in rejecting the brave ones who get their feelings across but you don't. not at all.

carefully laying the bouquet of flowers back onto his bed, you pull the door of his room open and step out into the hallway, the music blasting like everyone was deaf and hard of hearing.

the crowd in the living room comes into view when you start walking down the stairs - everybody jumping on beat to the likes of superbass and people yelling the all-time classic rap.

your knuckles whiten from gripping onto the wooden railings, unable to return yourself to the party when you've done broken the heart of the host himself.

so you turn on your heels, deciding to return to his room and crawl out through his window - only to be met by someone else.

"party's downstairs."

if you were the innocent heartbreaker...

then eric son was the vicious one - the male, sluttier equivalent of you.

"oh, well... party's not for me," you offer a tiny smile, slightly embarrassed to be caught making a u-turn.

eric tilts his head to the side, holding out an arm and resting it on the wooden railings. you lower your head, taking a step to your left in a bid to walk past him.

but you're stopped yet again by his arm reaching out, palm pressing flat into the concrete as he looks down at you.

you don't realise your fists are clenched (and sweating) until you rub them onto your dress.

"look, eric- i- i had a bad day and i just-"

"so walk out the front door," he raises a single brow, taking a step down and removing his hand off the wooden railing.

your feet fumble around each other in a bid not to topple down the stairs. turning to face you, he forces you to step back to maintain the safe distance between you.

"i don't want to make a scene-" the bad habit of picking your nails returns when your back hits the wall, and eric's standing an uncomfortable distance from you now.

"oh," he lifts his free hand and mirrors the other, keeping your neck between his forearms. but you are the scene. you can't just... leave."

a flustered chuckle runs through your throat as you lean your head back against the wall. "i don't have the time for this."

"make time for me," eric cocks his head to the side and glances down near the bottom of your face. "you can tell me about your bad day."

"i think i'll be fine on my own, thank you," carefully squatting and trying to shrink out from the wall-eric sandwich, your brows furrow as you shift.

but eric son buckles his arm and halves the distance he has between your faces, the sudden surge forcing you back upright.

now his breath is hot on your jaw and you turn away from him, lips pursed into a thin, tight line.

"the 'innocent heartbreaker'," he gently hums, fingers reaching up to play with the curled locks fallen around your upper arms. the fleeting brushes of his skin across yours draw out chills, and a harsh inhale twitches your facial expressions to his liking. "i can see why boys would fall for this."

with your eyes still glued to the party downstairs, you part your lips, wanting to explain yourself.

then eric, with the weight of feathers, reaches up to your chin and tilts it towards him.

his lips are parted as he slides his tongue across his teeth. he sighs softly, eyes travelling from yours to your lips and back up.

by now, you can feel his breath on your philtrum.

"you're pretty," he whispers, almost against your lips.

and your stomach plummets when he pulls away completely, the cool air rushing in to replace the bodily heat.

without breaking eye contact, even for a single second, eric pushes himself off the wall. lips drawn out into a wide smile, he adjusts his jacket and runs his hand through his hair.

"but not that pretty."

you don't realise your heart's racing until you feel your chest heaving, unknowingly panting from the unruly interaction the vicious heartbreaker has just provided you.

the world finally seeps back into view and into complete perfect audio, the music finally rumbling through you again when your eyes trail after eric, walking into the crowd jumping in the living room.

the taste of iron seeps out from the inside of your lips, and you dart your tongue across the mark that your teeth have left on your flesh.

clearing your throat and shaking the thought of eric out of your head, you turn back up the steps and head back into wooseok's bedroom.

the blue hues of the room start to sink into your consciousness again, the yellow shade of the bouquet wrap looking more like green under the lighting.

you take a moment to fester - over wooseok, over your reputation, over eric.

college just started and here you were, feeling guilty over something that wasn't even your fault.

the final decision comes to rest on your fingers in the form of pulling wooseok's window open, carefully lifting your feet and crawling under the glass.

now, troublemaker was playing, muffled but definitely loud enough to be heard at least 3 houses down the road. you climb onto the roof of his garage, eyes scanning to cars parked outside and along the road.

you stride to the side where you know wooseok had a wooden plating attached to one of the walls, fake vines intertwined between the planks.

it's a relief when your feet meet the concrete ground, and nobody was in sight - until you back up into someone's chest and you turn to find eric, again.

"what in the world-"

he cuts you off by grabbing your waist, slotting his lips between yours and holding your chin to align your faces.

you were nearly bought into it, but the consciousness seeps back into you and you rip your face off his, palms one his chest with his hands still on your waist.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"i could ask you the same thing."

"you already know I'm leaving."

"you can't leave just yet."

"why the hell not?"

"because I'm not done with you."

with a low huff, he hoists you up onto his hips, lips crashing onto yours as he walks you backwards, your shoulder blades hitting the wall where you had climbed down from.

there's a gentle rattle when he keeps you up against the wooden planks, his palms riding the skirt of your dress up and over your hips.

his fingers slide under the material of your underwear hugging your pelvis, hot skin gripping onto the flesh of your rear.

then you hear a tear amongst the mess he's making on your lips, and the material of your underwear loosens.

"what the-"

"shh," he smirks, now turning his head into your neck to nip on your jaw. your chest heaves from the sensitivity, the fluttering sensation of his lips on your neck drilling chills all through you. "make a sound and everyone will know you couldn't say no to me."

conscience returns to you for a split second.

"eric- we can't-"

before you can finish your sentence, eric drags the thin material out from under you and dangles it before you, his eyes clouded and dark.

the darkened patch of material on your underwear washes your face in pink and heat.

"you were saying?"

your stomach plummets, and you now register the coolness on your core. eric smiles, rolling up the material to shove it into his pocket.

"eric-" your fingers dig into his left forearm as they return to the wall by your head, his right carefully undoing his belt.

the clink of the metal followed by the zipper coming undone forms a knot in your stomach already, then his fingers coming to spread your neediness all over you forces a sharp whimper up your lungs.

"I've done nothing..." he shakes his head, sliding a single finger up and down your core. "and you are so wet."

he lifts his finger from under your skirt, his fingers glistening under the sharp, fluorescent lighting.

your hooded lids are just about tearing with the overwhelming ache that's throbbing through you, and he makes it worse by running his tongue all over his finger.

eric's pride swells when a whine escapes your throat, and he presses himself into you, chest against yours with his hands digging into your thighs. your arms circle around his shoulders, pulling him closer for a deep, slow kiss.

he prods against you, the throbbing ache spiking when his manhood rubs against your core. groaning into the kiss, your entire being squirms between him and the wall with the muffled music still blasting from the living room.

he doesn't bother to wait for you before he finds his manhood and aligns it with your entrance, gently prodding before sliding himself in like it was meant to be.

he buries himself inside you by holding your thighs around his hips even tighter, drawing a low and prolonged moan from your lips.

eric pulls away, pressing his forehead into yours to let you breathe. but he finds some kind of sadistic pleasure when he pulls his hips away, only to slam right back in, earning a sharp yelp from you.

"go any louder, princess, and i won't be the only one enjoying this."

he grins to himself, licking his lips before diving into your neck and picking at all the right spots. every kiss and nibble earned him a moan or a mewl and it ruins your pride over and over to know that you had just broken someone's heart tonight.

yet you were outside that someone's house, letting eric rail you like he owned you.

your fingers claw and grip at his shirt as you feel your back jerk and rock against the wooden plank. with every thrust he offers you, he sounds like he's laughing and panting at the same time, the hot breath on your neck making you writhe in a guilty pleasure.

he offers a few slower thrusts before grabbing your chin to look at him, eyes slightly fucked out and your thighs tired from keeping your body locked to his.

slowly pulling out and sliding back in, he takes the time to revel in the way your brows furrow and your lips fall apart, your curled hair now a mess around your chest and shoulders.

"that's it, princess," he leans into your ear and coos. "tell me how good that feels."

unable to form a coherent word in your head, you whine in response, pulling his face to yours and planting your lips onto his with every ounce of energy left in you.

his hands fumble under your skirt and find your sensitivity, pressing his thumb flat onto you. the pressure jerks you upwards and he takes the opportunity to reposition himself, changing the angle ever so slightly.

by some miracle, the tip of him buried inside you finds the magic spot, and when he picks up his pace, the knot starts to find you in eternal bliss.

eric pulls away again, huffing as he thrusts himself into you, fingers flicking and abusing you as if your legs weren't already shaking and convulsing around his hips.

"good girl," his breath is heavy on your jaw as he plants a few wet kisses there, his pants bringing you to some newer heights. your vision starts to fade into white with a few more thrusts and his fingers dig into your thighs when your lower body starts to spasm.

muscles flexing, your entire body squirms and trembles as you meet your high.

then eric hurriedly pulls out, the hot fluid dribbling all over the ground under you.

while you come down from your high, eric's strained grunts rumble through his torso under your arms. the vein that popped out on his neck was still there, and your senses only allow enough for you to focus on eric now.

he bites on his bottom lip and pushes his hair back with a deep inhale. he turns to you, eyes wide open and clear.

"not such an innocent princess now, are you?"

#nevertheless: wishful thinking #the boyz smut #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #eric smut #eric scenarios #eric imagines #tbz smut #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #eric sohn scenarios #eric sohn smut #eric sohn imagines #eric x reader smut #eric x reader #tbz x reader #the boyz x reader

[kim-monsterlings]

Edel - M Nokken x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board, with a thank you to @handy-dandy-monster-candy​ for helping edit the photos! Do not repost my work anywhere.

Content: NSFW/Lemon; mentions of moving home, selkie friend, light flirting, gifted flowers, bakery treats, slight angst, flirting with fae, kissing, receiving oral, penetrative sex (+ mention of protection), with a fluffy ending

Wordcount: 4302

Faebruary Summary: of your new neighbour and struggling to befriend him

Masterlist // Faebruary Masterlist

No more than twice before moving in had you met your soon-to-be neighbour. On both occasions – the first a tour of the cosy, ground floor apartment, and the second on the day of finalising the lease - he greeted you with the gentlest of handshakes, warmed by a tenderness born of restrained strength. He owned the building and lived in the flat across from yours, apparently for years now.

“Call me Edel. It’s my pleasure,” he’d said the first morning, with a tilted smile and a soft, almost musical accent. His voice distracted you the entirety of the tour so much so that the flat itself barely made an impression. Instead, you remembered Edel and the soft waves of long, dark hair, how the sunlight caught his cheekbones when passing large, bay windows. “You’ll love it here. I promise.”

Had you moved in for the neighbour with a crooked smile and his unimposing nature, a month from dragging indoors the last of your belongings, you would have been sorely disappointed. Even your first meeting left you wanting more; whether that came in a passing smile when crossing in the hall or more, you weren’t yet sure. With less than a couple of feet from his home to yours, you still couldn’t find it in you to initiate that new relationship, and now it felt like you had waited too long.

You didn’t need to wait any longer.

Moving entwined with an independence you had lacked. Now closer to work, closer to friends and with enough distance from home you really felt free, settling into a new routine preoccupied you for a month. That, and decorating with warmer shades of paint and softer cushions, so that now, curled beneath small window lights, you saw him.

The farthest end of your shared garden faded into outgrown woods, sheltering a lake so far only seen in the advertised photos of the property. Not a cloud marred the pale light cast over Edel’s bare back, shadowed by the hair loose against his shoulder blades. He left the back entrance of the building barefoot, never looking from the tree line before fading into it.

He hadn’t returned when you retreated to bed, no matter how slow you walked, peeking back and hoping for another glimpse. With a fresh coffee in hand the next morning, a blur drifted by, the slender form of your neighbour emerging from the woods. In this light, warmer and clearer for your prying, a slight sheen glistened over his bare body, curls where his hair before rested straighter. Steam no longer rose from your mug when you finally looked away, but it was harder to force Edel from your mind.

Retaining the picture of the slight hue beneath falling water led you into your favourite bakery hours later. Favourite not only because your best friend owned it, but now for its proximity to your home, too. This infatuation thrived in the space of a month alone, then being for the soft touch of his palm to yours a, his quiet laugh at your persistent questioning the flat before he answered each with enduring patience. It was more than that, now, and when your close friend found you in her doorway, the dappled pelt draped around her shoulders reconciled with your neighbour’s night passed in a lake, and his melodic way of speaking.

Isla’s loose braids of pepper hair rested along her coat, flyaway strands wisping around her dimpled cheeks when she grinned. Since your moving, where before you would only see one another on occasion, you would pass with a wave, either beckoned by her or entering with some time for catching up, just to make up for the distance no longer between you.

Though, not today, and without a word of pleasantry you said, “I think my neighbour is fae.”

“You mean Edel?” With Isla so close and her recommendation an incentive to renting the flat, her knowledge of the area was invaluable, even in muffling a laugh behind a cough. Her lips still curled when she continued, “he’s a nokken. Didn’t you know?”

She asked like your drawn eyebrows and frown hadn’t been answer enough. “Like fae? Water fae?”

“Distantly fae.” As Isla reached for your favourite treats, the light caught her pelt. “You seem to attract us.”

Her teasing warmed through you as she handed you the warmed bag. She refused payment, though didn’t turn you from the tip jar on the promise of seeing her tomorrow. 

This hadn’t changed anything. You loved your home and living with a nokken hadn’t – wouldn’t, change that.

Knowing what he was, tonight you crept nearer the windows at the faint creaking of doors opening in the hall. The same silhouette left and without the marring confusion or worry for him leaving so late, you tiptoed closer. On a darker night, the moonlight illuminated his muscles tensing with each step further from where a human would choose to rest.

Halfway gone, he faltered, a misstep bringing pale light to cast from his chest to his low hips. Hair darker than the shadows clinging to him tangled about his slender frame when his head tilted. With the slight wind fluttering his hair, it would frame his sharp features beautifully tied back, but then his eyes reflecting white light pinned you. Only then had you the sense to duck.

That shame clung to you long after retreating from your lounge. Maybe he hadn’t seen you, rather only the curtain swaying as you fled, but he had sensed you all the same, turned right to where the the netting tucked back for you to follow him down to the trees. If not for the signed lease, the mortification nearly had you packing your things.

Even as temptation tickled you with a shadow passing your window, you smothered it. Where you curled into the counter, kettle boiling, was far from view had he ever been able to see into your home; he couldn't through net curtains, but reminding yourself came with the sting of shame from last night.

Hiding from him worked until gentle raps came at your door. If he had come now to question your staring, to challenge your urge to watch him walk deeper like he belonged in the night, no defence would rise to your lips.

Edel braced himself on your doorframe. He'd just returned from the lake: hair curling now, the loose trousers cloying to his thighs. That little defence you had ready - an apology, really, drowned beneath the breath fleeing you at his fingers brushing your cheek.

“Come with me."

What little knowledge of fae you now cherished alarmed you, but not so much you didn't move from him. "To the water?"

"Wouldn't you like to?" Lake water followed the muscle of his chest, ending at the darker hairs of his abdomen. Edel's smile burned when you found him looking down to you. "Is that not why you watch me?"

"Call it curiosity," you said, though your breath trembled. He had seen you.

His warm hand fell from your cheek. "Tomorrow, then?"

With a noncommittal, "maybe," and a shared smile, Edel left you to collapse back against your closed door.

No invitation called you to the lake, but a water lily laid outside your door reminded you of the nokken across the hall. The cheaper rent - now, you knew, from fear of living with a creature like him, one related to fae - blessed you not only with a blossoming friendship, but fresh flowers brightening your home with his returns.

Each night on his path to the woods, Edel would pause. Sometimes that was all, just a second's hesitation, but other nights, he would turn and find you half-hidden. Those nights you treasured for the slight tipping of his head to the trees in an extended invite.

You never accepted, and he never stopped offering.

It wasn't so much the fear of entering unfamiliar waters with a nokken hindering you but that you would embarrass yourself. The bright lilies started your day warm, and to follow him would cross a line you weren't ready for; but one you so badly wanted to cross.

The soon familiar routine and its floral scent hadn’t seemed anything more than pleasantries, until a night you replaced the water for the flowers after waving Edel down the garden. Out of love for Isla when she waived a cost, you returned a tip, but you hadn’t offered anything for the flowers nor the smiles from your neighbour. Your friend would never claim a debt against you and while, you doubted Edel would, hoped he wouldn’t, the accumulation following weeks living on his property could amount to any kind of debt, if he chose to claim it.

What better way to appease fae, than with gifts in return?

"Fae like sweet things," Isla told you that afternoon. Sugar coated her fingertips from a long day, a slight dusting along her coat tucked at the back counter, never far from her. She gestured back to the shelves of recipes lining the old bakery.

That wasn’t all that you wanted, though. Isla waited while you fidgeted, seeking the right words. Of course fae liked sweet things, but you wanted Edel to like them, too. Not solely for their purpose in repaying a debt but for who gifted them.

“Like?”

"Bake him something sweet and the effort is gift enough. Try this."

Your friend scowled at the note tucked into her tip jar on handing over a recipe, but waved you out with a smile. The honey-sweetened scent lingered in your home with the flowers after meticulous effort, wafting with you into the hall.

Edel’s breath formed your name, your bodies brushing from his step taken out of his door. On time, too, and the flowery perfume rose from him, stronger and somehow sweeter. His gentle hands rose to your arms, thumbs rubbing slow circles. He was all that stopped you from trembling.

Through a warm accent, he asked, "have you come to join me?"

"Another night, maybe."

"Maybe," he echoed. His eyes fell to where you lifted a warm box. "Those smell lovely."

"They're for you. For the flowers."

"For the flowers," he whispered. The gentle embrace broke like he planned to accept your gift, but instead he brought a foot of distance between you. "You do not owe me anything. If the flowers created such an impression, I am sorry."

The forced tilt to his lips came and went before you could explain, and you stood in the hall long after the backdoor swung open and shut again.

He hadn't returned the next morning. No flower graced your doorstep but when you were just stepping indoors from work, the blur passed your window earlier than each night before, and your stomach dropped.

The tentative friendship fractured further come morning, at a time your absence was known. No flowers came when you left, but the backdoor closed as you turned down the hall. Your distraction allowed him time to leave without your seeing.

So when you finished a painfully long week of waiting and hoping to cross paths, you waited some more. You would go to the water as he had always hoped but going at a time when he was there hadn't been harder. He went to avoid you and by chance after waking late in the night unsettled, finding a glimmer of moonlight disturbed by your neighbour fading banished all remnants of sleep.

In all your nights of peeking through curtains, Edel had never shivered. It was cold. It was windy and dark and you had never been so far down the garden, spurred into the trees by the persisting ache in your chest. It eased when you neared the lake, but replaced with dread as you knelt on a small, wooden platform jutting over the bank.

The water was unforgivingly dark. An unholy screech tore from you when something skimmed your hand hovering against the surface. Edel rose faster from the water to steady you than you could comprehend, cold hands gripping you by your ribs before you toppled forward.

His thumbs stroked in slow circles as you forced yourself to calm down. "You deserved that."

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your heart a weight in your throat. "I miss the flowers."

"Oh?" His head tilted, bringing long hair to cling to his chest in slight waves. "The flowers and their debt?"

Each word hit like a crack to your ribs. "I'm sorry."

When his hold left, it felt like more of a rejection than his avoidance, until he sighed. "It's late."

"It wasn't just repayment. It was a gift, too." He hadn't looked up again. "I promise I've not be waiting, either."

Edel breathed a laugh. "How did you know to come now?"

"I saw you leaving."

His lips rose as you seemed to lie, but before you could remedy it, his palms flattened to the deck. He rose on the strength of his arms alone until water lapped at his hips. It was when he continued to lift himself that the absence of any clothing had you staggering back.

Old wood groaned beneath you but it was quieter than when you said, "I can walk back alone."

At first unsure, his fingertips brushed yours. You hadn't looked back - he was standing, dripping, bare, but curled your hand with his until you muffled your surprise at the touch of webbed skin, as timid a touch as his following whisper.

"You don't have to."

The walk would have been silent, had you not asked to suppress the rising fluttering in your chest, "why aren’t you cold?"

"Are you cold?"

"Freezing."

Edel squeezed his hand to yours. "Then dress warmer tomorrow. Goodnight."

Tomorrow came so soon, with a soft tap to your door all it took before you were smiling up to find him leaning close. No lily, but he reached out to take your hand again.

"Before we go," he murmured, and you rested against the closed door, angled back below him. "Do you know how long this apartment was left empty? Before you?"

His face fell when you shook your head. "I knew it was empty for some time, but…"

"Two years. Over twenty-six months." His touch softened when he released your hand, revealing the thin webbing tickling you. Edel's lips twitched when you traced along it with your fingertip. "Do you know why?"

You hadn't the heart to say it, only nodding.

"Those lilies were gifts," he began and stared at your hands sliding together. "I may be folk, but I have no malicious intent in luring you to the lake. I only ever sing in the shower or beneath the water. If I ever-"

"Never," you said. Irrespective of whatever threat he thought of he posed, you didn't care.

"I'd love your company."

When you tugged on his hand, he fell in step. "I'd love yours, too." 

Late in the evening, Edel would meet you in the hall. Until you shivered or tired, you would spend the time on the deck while he floated in the water. The lilies returned after he ventured back to the lake, but without fail, he walked you back the short way to your door. His touch would pull on your hand until falling with a smile always soft on parting.

What little progress made found its way back to Isla when she urged you in, with instructions to offer him the same treats he before refused; not as a gift like they had been, but something you wanted to give him. You promised to meet him later, after you had warmed the honeyed puddings, even holding your ground when his frown tugged at your heart before leaving. Carrying them down to him was worth it, if only for the rising nerves in your chest - the good kind.

The scent teased him from the water. Edel extended a hand to draw you closer before his bright eyes widened. "Not in trade?" 

"Not in trade,” you nodded. “I promise."

"While I do believe you," he murmured, and your throat tightened as he lifted himself to your height. "If this is not in trade, give me something more."

His breath fluttered against your face. Your fingers curled against the edge of the platform. "Like?"

"One kiss." Edel's hand stroked from your crossed leg up, rising to your waist. "If you would like to. As a gift."

The wood might have splintered beneath your hands when you lifted your chin. Water dripped from his hair, cold to your face but the heat of him, his hand tight against your hip, lit a fire in your stomach.

It lasted no more than a passing second before water rose back to his chest. Edel grinned from the lake, his lips fleeting against your knuckles still locked tight to hold yourself from following him in.

He no longer left bare down to the garden since your accompanying him, though the night you first saw him, he hadn’t been either. Whether he dressed anticipating your stare choked you, but freed you to turn once to your door. Edel stilled at the kiss his cheek and you were inside before he could fully utter your name aloud.

His cheek tasted of the sugar form your honey treats.

Another week, you would have celebrated the weekend, but nothing helped pass the time until it was late enough his door opened. Edel hadn't closed it again before you were there, breaths fast and smiling up.

"I'm coming."

"Good," he breathed, before lowering himself to steal a light kiss. His hand tugged on yours. "Now?"

Though this had been why you were restless all day, having him soften, both hands rising to your cheeks to lift you closer, nearly made you faint. He whispered your name and kissed you so gently, you tiptoed and sought him again.

This time, he lingered. With your foreheads together, he ran his hands along your arms. "I've never kissed someone into stupor before."

"Don't tease," you gasped. He was still sweet on your lips and he carried that same floral scent you loved, clouding your thoughts.

"Was I not clear?" He kissed you again but lifted himself so you could see the warmth to his pale cheeks. "It's you I want, not just company."

"Me?"

"You."

"You want me?" Edel hummed, his touch tracing up your arms again. "Prove it."

He gasped and as he stared after you, inching backwards over the threshold, it felt like too much of an overstep. Then it passed and he followed you, the door closed and locked behind him.

His lips rose crooked. "Go on, then."

The apartment mirrored yours in layout and later, by his side, you would marvel at the softer hues in his decorating, more greens and greys, but you were running beyond the lounge, past large windows to an open bedroom door.

His arms came around you and aided in slipping free your clothes, until his bare chest warmed your back. "I'm to prove I want you, yes?" The heat of his palm stroked down your stomach. "Is that right?"

"Yes," you gasped, trembling already at his hand slipping lower.

"Kneel on the bed for me," he whispered to your throat and you were helpless, only hesitating at the end. Edel circled the bed and when he turned, your stomach fluttered at him tying his long hair up. His chin tipped in an unmistakable invitation. "Come here, beautiful."

His hands on your thighs lifted you closer when you gasped, astride his chest and swallowing hard. He kissed your inner thigh, undeterred by your small whine.

"Wouldn't this be better if I laid down?"

His tongue ran over his lips. "Please."

"If you need to stop," you whispered, though the strain of withholding yourself from bringing his flushed lips to where you ached most nearly overcame you. “Edel?”

"If I need air, I will tap your thigh. I won't, though," he teased, and guided you to kneel around his head, so grateful his hair had already been knotted back. "Come here…"

You lowered yourself evidently not fast enough, as Edel let free a groan and drew in a slow breath. The headboard trembled with your clutching it tight, knuckles aching like last night on the lake's platform.

One, slight touch of his hot tongue to your slit had you gasping, forgoing any inhibitions and rolling down against him. Edel made as many sounds of contentment and circled his thumbs into your thighs, parting your folds for him to lift his face higher.

"Do you… do you need me to-"

"Closer."

Edel's groan came when his lips softened against your clit, gentle at first before he focused there, mindful of how you clenched and what made you whine, then what made you gasp. The flattening of his down dragged, coaxing your cries louder. He drew on the coil burning in your navel with each stroke of his hot tongue, down until he curled it against your aching centre and tasted you around him.

One hand fell low, tugging at his hair to keep him close. Every flick of the muscle prolonged the tingling running down your spine, down to your toes curled on the sheets.

Soft palms gripped your thighs in aiding you back once your moans eased to harsher breaths. Edel settled you over his lap, but your body already so sensitive against him made you tingle again. He faced you with a glistening smile, one tended to by his tongue before you chased after his moan.

"Is that proof enough?"

Your forehead rested to his, breathing deep. "Proof?"

"Proof of how much I want you." He laid kisses along your throat and when you thumbed the waist of his trousers, his eyelids fell low with a hummed moan. "Say no."

"No."

His cheeks were flushed, hair curling at his temples from your body around him, so unlike the weight to his dark stare. "I'd like to prove my want with you sitting like this-" he rolled his hips up against you, and both of you shared a moan. "Is that what you'd like?"

Edel relinquished himself to you. Only in trousers, you caught yourself moaning just from reaching to stroke his length. He stretched from the bed for protection as you inched closer again. The tint of blue to his body tempted you closer, wanting nothing more than to already have him.

Edel kissed the heat falling from your cheeks down to your throat as you undressed him. The tint to his body captivated you, down to the blue hue to his dark head. He stretched back from the bed for protection, though trembled with the pad of your thumb tracing up the veins running along his length.

That shared thought brought his hands to your hips, your body lifting above him. His cock pressed to you, slick and aching, and you clenched around him when taking him deep. That sensitivity hadn't faded and dizzied you, adjusting still when he kissed you.

"I was right. My pleasure," he said, before his body moved against you, his cock dragging along your fluttering walls.

My pleasure, he'd greeted you on your first meeting, but you disagreed. Every arch of his body brought him deeper, and every kiss enticed another whimper until you were trembling so soon around him again.

"So beautiful," he whispered. His hand cradled your face, thumb running along your parted lips as he peppered touches along the column of your throat. "Everything I've ever wished for."

"Edel-"

He gasped with you as you tightened your legs around his hips, clinging to him at the returning pressure in your abdomen. The lake could wait. You wanted to spend forever in his arms, letting your head fall back so his tongue could trace down to your collarbones.

Edel grunted from your hand unravelling his hair, only to draw his lips to yours as his thumb graced your flushed clit. One firm stroke and you cried loud, your rhythm faltering as your orgasm overcame you. He continued to rub your nerves, an arm banded tight around you until he moaned your name and stiffened.

Until your breaths eased, you clutched each other close. The gentleness in his care as you rested by his side was no different than any other time, tucking an arm beneath your crown as you lazed in his hold.

You woke alone.

The bedsheets were cold, tousled and bathed in the same moonlight he had left you for. No light came from his lounge as you left in his trousers and your shirt.

The night wasn't so cold, but quiet. Each step nearing the lake matched your racing heart, and it rose to a crescendo finding him waiting in the water, reaching out to hold you when you undressed. Even if the night hadn't been cold, the water was, so you curled tighter to his chest.

"You left."

He waded deeper, kissing your temple. "I'd have been by your side before you truly woke."

"I'm awake now."

Edel breathed quietly against your hair. "I wanted you to feel free to go."

"Is that what you want?" If not for the water strengthening his embrace, you would have turned away. "For me to leave?"

His lips curled down, though he looked beyond you. "I'd rather now than later."

"Was I not clear?" Edel's shoulders softened from beneath his jaw. "It's you I want, until you want me gone."

Where his lips had been hours before, he kissed your throat, soft against your flitting pulse. It was promise enough as he cradled you to him, holding you all the way back to his bed, and neither of you planned on leaving soon.

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[kireimarkeu]

retrouvailles; l.mk

THIS IS A REPOST!!!!

Summary: counting down the days until you finally see your long-distance boyfriend.

Mark is a jerk at one point. Also noticed how I put skype when they were calling through the phone and ft through laptop LOL

word count: 5.7k

Also lets pretend we can use spotify in korea ok

--Day 98

(10:33PM) Cutie: you idiot

(10:33PM) Cutie: answer my call!! You loserrrr

(10:34PM) You: omg give me a second

(10:35PM) You: ffs jshkdmj

(10:35PM) Cutie: omg what are you doing

(10:35PM) Cutie: why are you taking so long

(10:37PM) You: GIVE ME A SECOND 

(10:37PM) You: im taking food

You plop onto your bed, placing the  plate of grapes on the mattress, resulting in some to topple out of the bowl. You quickly pop one in your mouth before turning on your laptop. 

Before you could even call Mark, he was already requesting a facetime with you. You immediately answered. 

“Finally,” your boyfriend huffs when the call was finally connected. 

You hum, your hands searching for more grapes that has dropped on your bed sheets, popping them in your mouth. 

“What are you eating?” he asks. 

“Grapes,” your voice came out muffled from chewing, but Mark understands. 

“That’s what took you so long?” he frowns, “I can cut a watermelon in 5 seconds,”

“I didn’t ask,” you bite back. 

Your boyfriend automatically raises his hand to flash his middle finger while you did the same back at him. 

“What time is it there?” you ask him with raised eyebrows. 

You were studying in Korea but because of the virus, you had to go back to Canada. You didn’t know how long you would be staying, but Mark had promised you that he would make it work. 

“Um,” he looks at the clock that was a hanging next to him, “it’s 2:30PM here,” he answers, looking back at you, “It’s about 11 there, right?”

You nod.

“Don’t you have class tomorrow?” Mark asks. 

Lucky for you, your classes has changed to the local timing in Canada. Meaning, you don’t need to stay up at ungodly hours for your classes. 

“I think I can wake up tomorrow,”

“Do you want me to call you?”

“Please,” you pout.

Mark scowls jokingly at you, “the things I do for my girlfriend,”

You giggle innocently at your boyfriend, “I love you,” you make a heart with your hands, grinning at your laptop. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes. 

--Day 90

“Babe, look up,” you call. 

Mark looks up to see you holding your phone up, obviously filming him through the screen. 

“What?”

He could hear you grinning from behind your phone.

“Smile,” you instruct. 

He grins awkwardly while you let out a snort from behind the screen. You put your phone down, typing something before looking back up at your boyfriend. 

“What did you do?” 

You look up at him, biting back a smile— to which you failed, “go check Instagram,”

Mark immediately opens Instagram to see that you had posted something on your private Instagram. Only him and the members are following your private account since your relationship is still private. 

He clicks on the bubble to see a video of him that you had recorded. When he smiles, his face morphed into a horse from of the filter you were using. Mark couldn’t help but chuckle at the funny effect. 

“Okay, that’s kinda funny,” he admits. 

He looks back up at you to see you holding your phone in front of your face again, probably trying another filter on him again. 

“Is this another ugly filter, again?” whines your boyfriend. 

You laugh, your phone not covering your face anymore, “it’s not!”

“Don’t lie,”

Your giggles got louder, “it’s not! I swear!”

“Fine,” he huffs. He straightens his back and stares at the camera, waiting for you to finish recording. 

You put your phone down re-watching the video, chuckles leaving your lips. 

“What filter did you use?”

“It’s on my insta, baby,”

He looks down on his phone again to see that you have posted another story. He immediately clicks on it to see it was an NCT filter. 

‘Who is your NCT Bias?’  Was written on top of his head.

Mark waits for the filter to show the result. He grimaced when he got Jeno. He swipes up to reply to your story to send you a message. 

markleeee99 replied to your story: ewww

--Day 87

(1:18PM) mwark: hello baby

(1:20PM) you: wht im having class rn

(1:20PM) mwark: so

(1:25PM) you: i have class??? go away loser

(1:25PM) mwark: :( I just wanna talk to my girlfriend tho :/

(1:27PM) you: later

(1:27PM) mwark: nooo 

(1:33PM) you: omg youre an idol why are you so free

(1:34PM) you: go dance or rap or smth

(1:34PM) mwark: babyyyy

(1:35PM) you: im putting my phone on dnd

(1:35PM) mwark: nooo

(1:35PM) mwark: babe

(1:40PM) mwark: did you actually leave me D:

(1:40PM) mwark: ok whatev

(1:40PM) mwark: I was about to send you something but I guess I won’t now

(1:40PM) mwark: are you still ignoring me????

(1:41PM) mwark: omg babe I was jst joking I’ll send you some gifts

(1:41PM) mwark: booo u suck :(

--Day 81

This time, it was slightly different. Instead of your usual late-night calls through the computer, you had immediately skype him through your phone when you had received a package from Korea. 

“You got me something?” you ask loudly when your boyfriend answered your call. 

“Jeez, hello to you too, babe,” he rolls his eyes, “and yea, did it arrive?”

“What did you get me? And what type of shipping did you choose? It arrived so quickly,” 

The box was pretty heavy, so you had to put your phone down to place the huge box on the counter before bringing your phone back into view. 

“Express, I paid like extra,” Mark answers, eyeing you through the screen.

You click your tongue, opening the drawer to take out a knife, “stop wasting your money, you dumbass,”

Mark didn’t reply, instead he waits for you to open the package.

You let out a sigh, “what did you get me this time?”

You open the cardboard box, a navy-blue hoodie covering the top of it. You pull it out, looking at Mark who has a smile plastered on his face. 

“Is this your hoodie?!” you squeal, putting it on yourself. 

Your heart melt when the familiar scent fills your nostrils. It smells just like Mark. 

“Canada is getting cold isn’t it? Keep yourself warm, baby,”

You lean over to take everything out from the box. Mark had given you his half-used cologne that he uses on a daily.

“I bought a new one just so I could give you mine,” he tells you, a playful smirk on his lips. 

He had also packed some of your favourite Korean snacks, and some that you haven’t tried before. Along with some matching phone cases for the both of you. 

“Now I feel bad I didn’t get anything for you,” you frown., pulling the hoodie over your head.

“Don’t be,” he reassures you, “being able to see you is already enough,”

You scrunch your nose in disgust, “cringey, Mark-ie,”

“Fuck you,” he chuckles, flashing his middle finger at you. 

Your eyes widen when he cursed, “my mom’s home, you idiot!”

You laugh loudly when Mark’s eyes widen in surprise, both his hands covering his mouth. 

“Y/N?” you hear your mom call from the living room, “who are you talking to?”

Before you could even reply, your mother was walking towards you. 

“It’s Mark,” you answer as your mother got into frame to see Mark. 

“Mark! It has been a while, how’s Korea?”

Your boyfriend greeted your mom politely, a grin plastered on his face. Your mom was about to reach for your phone to talk to Mark, but you frown and pull away. 

“Noo, I wanna talk to Mark,”

You gathered the gifts Mark had given you in your arms before skipping up the stairs to your room, to spend the whole day (night for him) with him.

--Day 80

“Yo, Mark, there’s some food left outside, do you want it?” you heard Johnny ask from through the screen. 

Mark turns to look at the intruder, “knock next time, dude,” groans Mark. 

“Is that y/n?” 

Johnny suddenly enters the frame with a gummy grin, waving enthusiastically at you.

“Hi Johnny, how are you?” you smile, waving back at the older boy. 

Just when Johnny was about to get comfortable on Mark’s bed, your boyfriend let out string of whines, moving his phone until you could only see his cheeks. 

“Ah, that’s enough,” your boyfriend says in annoyance, “y/n is tired, goodnight, baby.”

You  couldn’t even reply because Mark had already ended the skype call. 

You pout, opening your messenger to send a text to your boyfriend. 

(7:35PM) You: heyyy why’d you end the call? ):

(7:36PM) Bubba: sorry

(7:36PM) Bubba: johnny was being annoying

(7:36PM) You: he wasn’t tho ):

(7:36PM) You: can we call again?

(7:38PM) Bubba: sorry angel

(7:38PM) Bubba: johnny wants me to go make music

(7:38PM) Bubba: later tonight?

(7:38PM) You: oky

(7:42PM) You: love u!

(7:42PM) Bubba: love u too 

(7:42PM) Bubba: <3

--Day 76

You were in the middle of facetiming mark when your phone vibrates from a text. You raise your eyebrows, thinking it was Mark. 

(12:11AM) Johnny: hey

(12:11AM) Johnny: I need to ask you something

(12:13AM) You: yeah?

(12:13AM) Johnny: is mark okay lately?

(12:13AM) You: he seems fine to me, why? Did something happen?

(12:14AM) Johnny: I don’t know if I should tell you about this

(12:14AM) Johnny: but

(12:14AM) Johnny: youre the only one who can probably help him

(12:14AM) You: help him with what?

You look up at your laptop to see that Mark’s eyes was still glued on his phone. Probably playing some games. 

(12:17AM) Johnny: he hasn’t been eating lately

(12:19AM) Johnny: he doesn’t really tell us stuff anymore so I was wondering you would’ve known something?

(12:22AM) You: oh

(12:22AM) You: he hasn’t told me anything

(12:23AM) You: I’ll talk to him about it

(12:25AM) You: thanks johnny :)

“Hey,” you jump at your boyfriend’s voice. You snap your head to look at your boyfriend who was already staring at you with curious eyes. “What are you so busy with?”

You clear your throat, shaking your head, tossing your phone to the side. 

“I wanna ask you something,” you say.

“Whats up?”

You scratch your head, unsure of how to put it into words without offending your boyfriend. You knew he hated being babied but you still want to care for him. He was your other half, after all. 

“Have you been eating well lately?”

You could sense Mark was stunned by the random question. He looks away from your wary eyes. 

“Who told you?”

“Mark—”

“It was Johnny wasn’t it?” he cuts you off in anger. “God damn it, this is why I don’t want you talking to my friends,”

Why was he making this such a big deal?

“Mark I was just asking a simple question, why are you acting this way?” you argued back. 

He shakes his head, threading his fingers through his black hair stressfully. 

“I need to go Y/N,” sighs your boyfriend, “Goodnight,”

“Mark—” you were too late. Mark had already ended the call. 

A heavy sigh left your lips as you lied down on your bed. 

You weren’t sure if you should text him or give him space. Should you apologize? Was it your fault for bringing it up?

After thinking for a while, you decided to send him a text. 

(8:33PM) You: hi baby. I was just asking because I was worried about you. I know you hate it when I baby you, but I’m just looking out for you. I didn’t mean to bother you

(8:33PM) You: please don’t blame your friends for this. 

(8:36PM) You: I’m sorry, okay?

(8:40PM) You: I just want you to eat healthily. I’m not there to take care of you and I just want you to be healthy.

(8:47PM) You: just text me whenever so we can talk this out

(8:57PM) You: goodnight, mark

--Day 75

(12:03PM) Lovey: hey

(12:03PM) Lovey: I was thinking and realised how selfish I acted towards you

(12:05PM) Lovey: I know you were just looking out for me and I was just wasn’t in the mood because of how stressful it has been

(12:05PM) Lovey: please don’t apologize. Its my fault

(12:15PM) You: why haven’t you been eating?

(12:15PM) Lovey: comeback

(12:15PM) Lovey: I’m trying to lose some cheeks for this comeback

(12:30PM) Lovey: sorry for worrying you

(12:31PM) You: whaa…

(12:33PM) You: but you know my favourite part of your face is your cheeks D:

(12:33PM) Lovey: :(

(12:33PM) You: will you start eating again?

(12:35PM) You: im not going to force you, mark. It’s really up to you. 

(12:35PM) Lovey: im eating right now

(12:35PM) You: what are you eating

(12:38PM) Lovey: cereal

(12:38PM) Lovey: and um some left over sushi from yesterday

(12:38PM) You: ohhh sounds delicious

(12:40PM) You: okay I wont disturb you anymore, have fun eating bby

As you were about to put your phone away but there was an incoming videocall from your boyfriend. A small chuckle left your lips as you answered the call.

­--Day 73

“Yo, did you see it?!” was the first thing Mark had asked you when you answered his call. 

You raise your eyebrows in confusion, sitting up from your laying position, “see what?”

“We just posted a new dance practice; did you not see it?” his eyes widen dismay. 

You shook your head, grabbing your laptop from the table, placing it on your lap, “nope, my phone was on dnd,”

“How did you answer my call, then?”

“You’re in my favourites dumbass,” 

You type in your password before searching YouTube and clicking on the video that your boyfriend was talking about. 

While watching the video, you placed your phone resting on the laptop so Mark could see your face. Throughout the whole video, you were singing softly to the song. 

“Did you see that?! Did you see it?” Mark suddenly yells through the screen during the dance break part. 

You jump a little, “what? What? What did I miss?”

He groans at you, “the bracelet! Johnny dropped it!”

“Huh?” you press the arrow to repeat it again and you noticed how Johnny’s bracelet fell while he was dancing. 

“Wait a little more, I picked it up! Like a professional!”

You waited a little longer and your boyfriend was right. While he was getting into position, your boyfriend had swept the bracelet in his hands. 

You grin, “proud of you, babe,”

You wanted to continue watching but your laptop started lagging from the terrible wi-fi. You groan in annoyance, pressing pause, hoping it would reload but it only hangs even more. 

“God damnit, this fucking wi-fi,”

“Should I buy you a router? Or a new laptop?” he jokes. 

--Day 71

(9:02PM) You: hey wanna call?

(9:02PM) You: today was so stressful I just wanna talk to you

(10:12PM) You: ahh you must be busy with comeback

(9:32PM) You: sorry babe! We’ll jst call tmr? :)

(9:33PM) You: love u! make sureee u drink lots of water <3

-Day 67

Mark lets out an aspirated sigh as he answers your facetime call. “What, Y/N?”

You frown at the way he greets you. He was moody probably because he just finished practicing. 

You could tell from how he was laying on his bed without a shirt on, or how he would repeatedly thread his fingers through his black locks. 

“I just wanted to talk to you,” you mumble out softly, your eyes softening, feeling guilty that you were disturbing him. 

You bit your lip anxiously when Mark simply sighs, rolling his eyes slightly, “should we just call another time?” 

He sighs once more, moving around until he lays on his side, “no, no, what’s up?”

You felt a little hesitant, unsure if he was being sarcastic or not. Mark wasn’t the type to approach something if he doesn’t like it, he would just go with the flow. 

You shook your head, laying back down onto your bed, “No, you’re tired and I shouldn’t be disturbing you right now.”

Mark opens his mouth but you cut him off, “Sorry, Mark. Goodnight.”

You quickly end the call with a heavy heart, throwing your phone next to you. You knew you shouldn’t be expecting an incoming call from your boyfriend, but you shamelessly waited for his specific ringtone. 

It did break your heart a little when you didn’t get any response from your boyfriend. 

That night, you had spent your time watching Netflix with tears rolling down your cheeks. 

-Day 62

“Y/N?”

A choked sob left your throat, your hands wiping the tears running down your cheeks. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Johnny’s voice filled your ears. 

You gulp as your heart clench painfully when you hear Mark’s laughter in the background. 

“Y/N, d-do you want me to pass the phone to Mark?”

“N-no,” you quickly say out, pausing a little. Hiccups leaving your lips, “d-don’t… please,”

“Okay?” Johnny replies in uncertainty, “Are you… okay? Should I beat Mark up?” he jokes. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to smile. “How is he doing?” you whisper, but Johnny could hear very clearly. 

You assumed that he had moved somewhere else since you can’t hear the boys screaming in the background. 

“Did something happen?” Johnny asks, “I’m not with them right now, so you can tell me.”

You remember the last time you had last talked to Mark.

It has been exactly 5 days since the both of you last texted— or even called. You weren’t sure why or how it happened. 

It had taken a big toll on you— you couldn’t focus during lessons and you had spent most of the nights wide awake, thinking what had gone wrong. You had contemplated multiple times whether you should send him a text, but every time you push yourself to say something, you would always remember how busy he is. 

“We haven’t been talking for a while,” you answer painfully, “but he’s doing fine, right?”

You hope he’s doing fine.

You hear Johnny lets out an agitated sigh, “Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll go talk to him, okay?”

“Just… don’t stress him out even more.”

“I won’t. Just… stop crying over him, okay?” he says, “Mark is an idiot, he’s not worth crying over.”

A small giggle leaves your lips, “you sound like a girl right now,”

-Day 61

(12:12AM) Mark: hey babe

(12:12AM) Mark: johnny just talked to me about what happened

(12:13AM) Mark: can we talk?

(12:45AM) You: okay

(12:45AM) Mark: great, I’ll call you

(12:45AM) You: no

(12:46AM) You: we’ll text

(12:46AM) You: here

You just know that you would be a sobbing mess once you hear Mark’s voice. 

(12:46AM) Mark: oh

(12:46AM) Mark: okay

(12:46AM) Mark: youre okay tho

(12:47AM) Mark: right

(12:52AM) You: mhm

(12:52AM) Mark: that’s great um

(12:52AM) Mark: i didn’t know you were feeling that way

(12:53AM) Mark: i’ve been so busy lately i forgot to text or call you

(12:53AM) Mark: and that is not your fault at all

(12:53AM) Mark: i shouldn’t be acting like that in the first place

(12:54AM) Mark: its just really hard with timezones and everything

(12:54AM) Mark: especially with the comeback and all

(12:54AM) You: what are you saying mark?

(12:55AM) Mark: what?

(12:58AM) You: are you breaking up with me?

(12:58AM) Mark: wat? no. what.

(12:58AM) You: wait so we’re not breaking up?

(12:58AM) Mark: what

(12:58AM) Mark: no of course not what are you saying?

(12:59AM) You: I DON’T KNOW 

(12:59AM) You: i thought you wanted to break up

(12:59AM) Mark: no I don’t want to what the fuck

(12:59AM) You: so we’re good now right?

-Day 51

 Soft melodies were playing in the background while the both of you were doing different things. 

You were sitting on your chair, your elbows pressing painfully against your desk, working on your homework diligently. Your phone was perched on your lamp, making sure Mark could see your face.

Your boyfriend was laying on his bed with a notebook laying in front of him, a pen in his hand while he thought of lyrics. He had his legs swinging back and forth behind him cutely. 

You exhale loudly as you re-read the same question over and over again. 

Mark immediately looks up, “you okay?”

You hum without even looking at him before you continued doing your work. 

Mark decides to leave you alone as to not distract you. He rests his cheek against his arm as he tries to think of another sentence to finish the song he was working on. 

His eyes slowly dart towards you who had their eyebrows furrowed cutely, a pout plastered on your lips, baby hairs littering against your forehead and cheeks. 

Without even realising, a small smile spreads across Mark’s lips. His breath slows down as he relaxed and stares at your figure. 

Multiple sentences that could be used as lyrics flooded through his head. He quickly sits up to write the flood of inspiration that was bursting through his veins. 

-Day 43

(2:53AM) boyfie: duuudee!!

(2:53AM) boyfie: vlive!!

(2:53AM) boyfie: quick!!!!!

(3:15AM) You: omg ok give me a sec

(3:15AM) You: I just woke up

With a yawn, you open the vlive app and click on the NCT127 page to enter the live your boyfriend was doing. 

‘Hi’ you type in the comment section. You stare at your boyfriend, scanning his facial expression to notice your comment. 

Exactly 5 seconds later, a huge grin spreads across his lips as he looks up at the camera to wave. 

It eased you to know that he was waving at you, for you. Maybe you were being selfish, but you were glad that Mark was yours. Although it does get on your nerves when you see your friends post about how much he loves your boyfriend. 

‘mark is so handsome’ you typed. 

Unfortunately, Mark didn’t notice your comment, but Donghyuck did. Donghyuck nudges your boyfriend, who immediately responded, turning to look at him. 

His friend showed him your comment, which your boyfriend immediately smiles to. 

‘I love mark lee so much!!!’

A few seconds later Mark creates a small heart at the camera before looking away with crimson red cheeks. 

-Day 38

“So you and Mina, huh?” you say bitterly, rolling your eyes. 

You were referring to the interaction between the two when Mina was leaving music bank. You might’ve been slightly jealous of the chemistry between the two, especially when all the fans would ship the both of them.

Mark can only watch you in amusement, a small smile playing along his lips. 

“Is she better than me?” you say sarcastically, clicking your tongue, 

You envied their friendship. Someone who was merely a friend was able to see your boyfriend so easily. 

His face softens, “you know she’s not like that, baby,” his tone was soft, easy to persuade you. 

Baby. You wanted to scoff at that. He only used that term when he was trying to win your heart. 

You huff, crossing your arms violently. “You’re always with her!”

He chuckles, looking down at his phone before looking back up at you quickly.

You pout at the boy through the screen, “you love me more, right Mark?”

He sarcastically rolls his at your question. What kind of question was that?

His face scrunches in disgust, “Firstly, I don’t even love Mina that way, babe,” he tells you, “and secondly, the only person I love you, alright? So stop being jealous you wimp.”

“Wimp?” you scoff, “and you’re my boyfriend?”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Just as you were about to respond to him, your phone vibrated with a notification. You look down and gaped. 

_happiness_o wants to send you a message.

“Mark…”

You unlocked your phone to see the message that Mina was trying to send you.

“You told her?!” you exclaimed, looking up at your boyfriend who was stifling  his laughter. “Mark! Why would you do that?!” you whine, throwing your phone next to you. 

“In my defence, I didn’t tell her to send you a text,” he says, “I was just talking about how cute you were being!”

-Day 22

You were laying on your side, deep in a slumber while Mark stares at you lovingly. 

Your cheek pressed cutely against your pillow which made your lips pout cutely. The little pieces of hair adorning your temples and cheeks only made Mark want to push it back against your ear. Something he would do every time you were sleeping with him. 

He suddenly got an idea and fishes out his phone, searching a filter that he had saved for this particular moment.

He clicks on the filter, waiting for it to load for a moment, before adjusting the angle so the filter could scan his face properly. Once he was sure it won’t budge, he presses record. 

‘your soulmate is sleeping right now’

A sad smile adorns his lips, looking at you through the screen. He flips the camera, zooming into your sleeping form then ending the video. 

Mark was quite hesitant to post it since he was never the type to post about his relationship with you. But these past few days has been hitting him differently. 

He missed you so much, he swore he could go crazy. He had spent another unreasonable amount on you again. He couldn’t even sleep because you were always stuck on his mind.

He bit his lip anxiously before posting the video on his Instagram story. He noticed how your phone vibrated right when it was uploaded— you had his notifications on.

-Day 15

“So it’s gonna be forever~” you sing loudly, pointing your hairbrush to Mark who was laughing loudly through the screen. 

“Or it’s gonna go down in flames…” he sings off tune. 

While you were busy singing and dancing from all Taylor Swift’s song, Mark had stealthily recorded you with his phone to upload them on his private Instagram. 

‘idiot. But my idiot’ he captioned before tagging you and posting it on his page. 

“Sing with me, Mark!” you shout, looking at your boyfriend. “Cherry lips, crystal skies, I could show you incredible things,” you sang, pointing at Mark. 

Your boyfriend blushes when he realizes you were singing to him. 

You cough loudly before clearing your throat after blaring out lyrics to Taylor swift. You reach for your cup of water before gulping it down. 

“What song should we sing to next?” you ask, scrolling down through you and Mark’s playlist. The both of you had shared one account ever since he found out the both of you shared the same music taste. 

“Should we do a rap?” he suggests. 

You smirk up at him, “oooh, because you’re a rapper, huh? Okay, okay.”

You thumb press on ‘Beauty and a Beat’ by Justin Bieber and Nicki Minaj. 

“I’m a better rapper than you, Mark Lee,” you shout at your boyfriend before rapping to Nicki Minaj’s part. 

It was so adorable at how you stumbled over some words, or when you had your eyebrows furrowed trying to rap to the lyrics.

At this moment, Mark thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. You had your hair tied up in the ugliest bun he has ever seen, but you looked so adorable, especially in the huge t-shirt you were wearing. But most importantly, the huge grin plastered on your lips and tint of red adorning your cheeks, puts a smile on Mark’s face.

Right when the song has ended, you let out a tired sigh, lying against your bed. 

“Am I better than you, Markie?”

He bit back a smile and nodded, “you should replace me in NCT, babe,”

You pretend to think, “I should, shouldn’t I?”

-Day 7

You were talking about Mark about your friend who had pissed you off earlier today.

He shrugs, “honestly, I saw that coming. I never liked her,”

You groan, throwing your head back, “I know right,” you stress, “I should’ve listened to you,”

Mark rests his cheek against his palm, “so what are you going to do?”

You pout, “I don’t know. What should I do, Mark?”

Your boyfriend hums, thinking for a while, “I think it’s best if you cut her off. She doesn’t deserve you, babe.”

You let out an aspirated sigh, frowning. “she was just a close friend…” you trailed off sadly. 

“I know, baby,” he coos, “but your mental health is important too.”

Your eyes widen cutely, “I love you,”

That caught your boyfriend off-guard, his eyes widen in awe. “w-what, don’t be weird!” he sputters out.

“You’re weird!” you bite back. 

-Day 3

“Mark,” you call out, your boyfriend immediately humming. “I learnt a new tiktok dance,”

He raises his eyebrows. He has never downloaded Tiktok but he knows how much you love the app. Most of the time the both of you were calling, you would be scrolling through the app, sending him links of videos that you found funny. 

It was a secret: Mark never actually watches the video. But you do not need to know that. 

“Show me, baby,”

You stood up, adjusting your laptop in a decent position. You reach for your phone to play the music before you started dancing. 

Mark recognized the song as Savage. It was a song that Taeyong would constantly play. 

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen in bewilderment, amazed at how good you were at dancing.

“Woah, woah,” he gapes when you started throwing back. 

When the song ended, you ambled towards your laptop, “how was it? Was I good? Was I as good as Taeyong and Johnny?”

He rolls his eyes at that, “do you do it to other people?”

“What?”

“The throwing back thing,”

Ah. He was jealous. 

You shrug, looking away from his intense gaze, “I don’t know. I was planning to ask some of my friends about their opinion.”

“Y/N,” he says sternly.

“I was joking! Jeez. You’re such a party pooper.” 

-Day 2

You laid on your side, your arm supporting your head. A movie was playing on your laptop screen but you could only stare at Mark’s face. 

He was busy laughing at one of the scenes but you couldn’t focus from his handsome face. 

He was wearing the ugly black glasses that he chose a few weeks ago, but he still looked so good in your eyes. His black hair was styled messily from laying around.

“Babe, are you watching?” his eyes widen cutely after sensing how quiet you were being. 

“I am,” you mumble out, but your eyes never leaved your boyfriend’s screen.

“Okay,” he whispers, resting his body as he continued watching the movie that was played on the screen. 

At this moment in time, you wanted to tell Mark how much you love him. You wanted to smother him in kisses.

“Mark,” you called. You realise how he had paused the movie that was playing to listen to you. “I love you,” you tell him. 

Mark was frozen for a second, confused yet flustered by your sudden confusion. He smirks, playing the movie, “weirdo. I love you too, you cutie.”

-Day 1

(11:01PM) bub: babyyyy hiiiii

(11:01PM) bub: wanna call ;)

(11:05PM) bub: hello why r u not replying

(11:05PM) bub: it’s only 11 there

(11:10PM) bub: I know youre not asleep babe

(11:10PM) bub: arghhh

(11:10PM) bub: are you asleep????

(11:10PM) bub: :(

(11:10PM) bub: well ok gn bb I’ll talk to you tmr

(11:10PM) bub: love youuuu

D-DAY

You were laying on Mark’s bed restlessly, waiting for your boyfriend to reach his dorm. When you heard the door unlock, a grin spread across your lips when you saw your boyfriend walk in. 

“Hi Mark,” you greet, waving at your boyfriend.

Mark looks up at you and nods, “hi y/n,” he says back before turning the other way to go to the bathroom.

You bit back a smile quietly, giving him a minute to realise. You quietly stood up by the bed to amble towards your boyfriend.

“Wait,” he pauses, turning around slowly, his eyes widening at the sight of you walking up to him, “w-what? Is this real? y/n?”

You smile at him, spreading your arms, waiting for him to tackle you in a hug. “I’m here, baby.”

“Oh my god,” he breathes out before rushing towards you to pull you against his chest. “You’re here, oh my god,”

You rest your head on his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. You’ve missed the moment for so long. For more than 3 months, you had to live without Mark’s presence.

He pulls you away, his hand gripping your shoulder tightly. “How— what are you doing here?!” he exclaims. 

Your cheeks were hurting from smiling so much, “to see you, of course!”

“You surprised me!” he exclaims, pulling you in for another hug, “oh my god, you scared me so much, I love you so much. When did you get here? You didn’t answer my texts yesterday!”

“I love you too and I was in the plane, I couldn’t text you back,” you reply, however your voice was muffled by the black cotton shirt he was wearing. You pull away, looking up at him, “are you not going to kiss me?” you asked abruptly.

He looks down at you with wide eyes, “w-what. That is so sudden, don’t say that!” he stutters out, looking away from you. 

You pout at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “what? I came all the way here, didn’t get enough sleep just to see my boyfriend but he won’t kiss me?”

He scowls at you, his arm dropping to rest around your waist. He leans down to connect both your lips. You felt your heart spark when you felt his lips graze against yours. 

You didn’t even realise you were pulling him down even more to kiss him deeper. Mark’s grip on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer. 

“Ah, the kids have finally met,” you heard someone say from behind you two. 

Mark and you pull away breathlessly, his lips tinted a bright shiny red. The both of you turn around to see Taeil standing at the door. 

Your boyfriend whines, “Go away, Hyung,”

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