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forherhopes · 3 months
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With My Girls In The Back
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more under the cut, minors and cishet men pls DNI
summary: after months of mutual silent pining and obvious flirting, you and Jimin finally push the line on your relationship
genre: smut 😅
warnings: nonidol!karina x fem!reader, dom!karina, reader is younger (no notable age gap), pet names, mommy kink, car sex so semi public(?) no one's around though
a/n: the title of this one is so corny to me but makes me giggle so i kept it, karina referred to as jimin throughout
You're in the car with your best friend, Jimin, on the way home from a club. Words are spilling out your mouth passionately as you detail how grossed out you were when a man tried to get you to have sex with him earlier on the dancefloor.
"He would not let up! To be fair, I was scared to let him down harshly cause he was obviously tipsy so I could've been better with boundary setting but still !! What a creep. The thought of his hands on my waist while I was dancing will forever haunt me," you dramatically rant to the older who was driving.
"Woah, woah, woah. Hands on your waist? He touched you?" she asked, her grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly. Her brows furrowed a little bit at the thought.
"Yeah! I think he was about to start grinding but I turned around too fast. I'm not used to people touching my waist so it scared me a little," you admit, grimacing as you remember the feeling of his hands on your hips.
"Maybe if it was you, though, I would have allowed it," you tease, always enjoying to mess around with her like this. Though you guys had never really explored it, you were very openly flirtatious with each other.
Her grip on the wheel loosens again at your words and she smirks. "Of course you would. You probably would have melted in my touch, letting me sway your hips any way I wanted," she responded with a painfully cocky tone of voice. She couldn't see since she was still watching the road but she was sure your face had turned red from embarrassment. She was satisfied just picturing it in her head, loving to see you all flustered.
And she was right to assume that as your cheeks and ears started to feel warm and you crossed one leg over the other. You had let your mind wander a little bit, picturing the two of you dancing while she had your waist in her hands and moved your body with hers. At that point you were so flustered that it took you a second to speak. She quickly glanced over at you, concerned, before looking back at the road.
"What's the matter, y/n? Feeling a little hot? I can turn on the AC, if you want," she says and, on the surface level, it seems to be a genuine expression of care, but you knew her and you knew that tone of voice very well. She was teasing you again but you were way too prideful to give in, opting to turn your head and look out the window.
"No, not really. I'm actually still a little cold from the walk to the car." You lie through your teeth but shudder when you feel her put her hand on your thigh. You hear another overconfident chuckle escape her mouth and it takes a lot out of you not to groan as she rubs up and down on your leg.
"I see, hope this warms you up a little bit," she responds, smirking. At some point the faux flirting starts to feel very, very real and you catch yourself looking at her as she drives. Her face is beautiful and her jawline is sharp. Her hair falls beautifully as well and the street lights illuminate her face as if she was sent from heaven. You put your left hand on her right as she continues to rub your thigh.
"I wish all of those perverts at the parties were as hot as my Jimin," you playfully remark, leaning back into your chair. This sudden boldness always came to you whenever the older played into your teasing a little more than usual, like she was right now. Sighing, you continue. "Even in the case that I give them a chance, they're never even all that good."
Jimin started to feel hot and bothered as the flirting continued. She has had a crush on you for months now and only refrained from moving past platonic affection for the sake of your friendship. Truth be told, she was barely better than the men and women that came up to you. She seethed every time she saw it, wishing it was her. That's why your words were spurring her on. After a long time of waiting, she was determined to see it through this time and see if there was a chance for her to finally get what she's been wanting.
Her grip on your leg tightened; the only part of her hand still moving being her thumb as it treaded scandalously close to your inner thigh. Your choice of words repeated through her head: 'my Jimin', 'my Jimin', 'my Jimin'.
"'My Jimin', huh? Is 'your Jimin' the standard? In that case, it's a shame that you'd give all of the others some of your time but not her, now isn't it?" she teased for the nth time that night, the cocky grin on her face getting larger and larger and her hand getting closer and closer to your inner thigh. Your breath hitched and you shifted uncomfortably in the passenger's seat. You couldn't tell if she was still flirting for the bit or if she was starting to get serious but, god, you hoped it was the latter.
"You say that as if I'd be opposed. I've tried flirting with her but it's as if she's just oblivious."
The speed at which Karina turned to look at you could break records but it didn't last long as she had to watch the road. You could see lust written in her eyes, though, and you shuddered as anticipation shot through you.
"Y/n," she said, with a sudden stern tone of voice, "tell me you're being serious and I will pull the car over right now."
"Ji-Jimin?" you stutter, face now burning with the heat of your blush. You don't even need to respond before the car slows down and she parks on the side of the road. She wanted to look at you and the act of driving was getting in the way too much for her to keep doing it. She turns the light on in the front seats and looks at your face, easily noticing the vibrant blush on your cheeks.
"My god, y/n... seems like I was worried for nothing. You're a blushing mess," she says with a huge smirk, her hand now slowly moving up and down your thigh again. "So what was that you were saying? You've been flirting with me? Tell me more," she demands, dragging her words out teasingly and playfully while looking you up and down.
Your heart races as the whole situation feels surreal. Just like her, you had been wanting Jimin for a long time. The flirting had started a few months ago, when the two of you started to have mutual feelings. Not that either of you knew that much, though, since you silently agreed to never press further. So now, with near palpable tension in the air, confined in the car with her hand rubbing up and down your thigh and a seductive grin on her face, you were feeling a lot of things. Mainly turned on, though.
"I told you, didn't I? I've been flirting with you for months but I haven't yet gotten what I want. It's been frustrating to say the least," you confess, still trying to make it sound playful. It didn't matter the tone, though, you said exactly what she had wanted you to. Cocking her head to the side slightly, she feigned an innocent expression as her hand finally made it to your inner thigh.
"And what is it that you want, y/n? Let me know and I'll see what I can do for you," she teased again, pleased to be getting her way after what felt like ages. She was obviously in her sensual energy as you looked at you with the most seductive look you had ever seen in your life. It was quiet for a few seconds and she could tell you were embarrassed, but you gave in again.
"Jimin, are you really gonna make me spell it out for you?" you start, moving her hand momentarily so you can unbuckle your seatbelt before putting it right back where it was. You look her in the eye with a serious yet seductive look as you whisper the rest of your response. "You're really gonna make me say that I want you to take me in the back of this car right now?"
Her eyebrows raise in shock. She was, honestly, not expecting you to come out and say it. She thought she was going to have to pressure it out of you a little more. It was definitely a welcome surprise though and she unlocked the doors. "Is that what you want, baby? I'm going, then, and I suggest you don't keep me waiting," she responds, dominant energy oozing out of her as she swiftly unbuckles her own seatbelt and re-enters the car through the back left door.
You enter from your side mere seconds later and as soon as you close your door, she reaches to grab her keys and lock the car in one swift motion. The light turns on in the back of the car as you press a button and Jimin moves closer to you, checking you out without a hint of shame before meeting your gaze. She leaned close to your face, so close that you could feel the heat of each other's breath. She wanted to kiss you so badly but didn't want to force it on you, opting to let you make the move instead.
You didn't even need to hear it out loud for her to know what was going on before putting your hands on both sides of her face and bringing it closer to yours, letting your lips crash as you began to passionately make out. Moans and other pleasured noises begin to spill from both of your mouths, ecstatic to finally get a taste of what you had been dreaming of for so long.
Jimin wastes no time and slips her cold hand up your shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps as you shudder under her touch. You can't help but let out a breathy moan and lean your head back and she smirks, taking a few moments to catch her breath before reattaching her lips to your now exposed neck, planting kisses down it.
"I see you weren't lying, you really did want me to take you in the back of this car, didn't you baby," she coos as her hands slip under your bra, slowly warming up as they grab hold of and fondle your breasts.
"This is better than what I was imagining, anyways," you respond, breathily, as your hands move to slowly rub her back. She was now basically hovering over you and letting her hands roam freely. Your lipgloss was on her lips and probably on your neck as well, mixed in with her own. Jimin smirks at your words, fueling her ever-growing ego and dominant demeanor.
"Aw, is it that good already? I've barely even touched you," she teased before plopping herself in your lap and looking you in the eye, "but don't worry, I'll make you feel even better in a few minutes, babygirl," she said with a heavily seductive look on her face that made you sigh out in anticipation.
She leans in close again and starts to kiss lightly up your neck, then up your jaw, then by your ear before slightly tugging on your shirt. "Will you take this off for me?" she coos and you're suddenly very aware of the heat between your legs before nodding, eyes attached to hers, and waiting for her to back up a little so you can remove your top.
Jimin sits back and watches lustfully as you start stripping, eyes especially focused on your boobs leading her to remind you to remove that "annoying bra" as well. Your flushed face let her know how much you liked that as you obeyed, removing it at a teasingly slow pace. She smirked once they were fully exposed and wasted no time in getting her hands on them once again.
You can't help a small gasp as her freezing cold hands meet your warm breasts again and your hands find her body again. One hand trailed under her shirt, rubbing up and down her back, while the other caressed her cheek lovingly.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this" you whisper, slightly embarrassed but wanting to let her know what you were thinking. You had an inkling that she would enjoy things like that. "I think you're the one that has no clue" she whispers back, smiling as she fondles your chest. The thought of her wanting you for as long as you've been wanting her makes your heart happy and you plant a soft kiss on her cheek, resulting in her blushing and leaning in to plant a gentle one on your lips.
The sexual nature of the interaction was momentarily replaced with romanticism as you kiss one more time, deeply, glad to finally be getting a little of what you've been yearning for. She pulls you in a little closer and smiles as you pull away before planting a little kiss on your forehead. "You're so damn adorable," she whispers.
"You're even cuter, trust me," you reply with a smile before leaning your head against hers.
"Oh yeah?" Jimin asks with a smirk, "Is it cute when I do this, too?" she teases, slowly dragging her hand down from your chest to your waistline and settling it right above the button of your bottoms.
A light moan leaves your mouth at the sensation of her slightly warm fingers slowly dragging against your skin and tugging at the fabric. She's more than satisfied with that reaction as she kisses you again but with lust laced on her lips. Her hand doesn't stop playing with the zipper of your bottoms the entire time your mouths explore the other's.
At some point feeling her shirt on your bare skin became annoying and you tugged at it to let her know you wanted it off. She obliged with a smile, mirroring your actions by stripping painfully slowly. The fabric of her shirt peeled away from her stomach and clearly hard-earned abs. You could feel something wet drip down between your thighs and you run your tongue over your lips that now feel dry.
"God, baby, you're stripping me with your eyes faster than I could strip myself," she jokes, tossing her top on the floor and redirecting her attention solely to you. You smile and shrug your shoulders before she pulls you close and lets her hand slip between your bottoms and your underwear, slightly rubbing the area with a cocky grin on her face.
Your breathing gets faster and faster and you don't hesitate to undo the button and zipper to grant her hands more freedom. She smiles at the gesture, loving how easily you melt into your needs and loving that it was her that made you this needy in the first place.
She picks up the pace a little and moves to cup your clothed sex, earning a lewd moan from your mouth and a gentle buck of your hips. Her fingers are soaked from how wet you are, more than ready for anything she could throw your way. Hell, if she stuck two fingers in right now you could probably take it without much pain or discomfort.
Your face reddened a little as she toyed around with your pussy through the fabric, feeling vulnerable and embarrassed. You couldn't help but close your eyes, and not solely from the pleasure.
"Keep your eyes open, baby. Isn't this what you've been wanting for so, so, so long?" she asks in a sadistic tone of voice, applying more pressure with every repeated word. "What is it you want me to do, hm? What did we do in your dreams, my love?"
All you could do was whimper, your usual boldness nowhere to be found as she toyed and teased you, smirking while expecting you to reveal all of your dirty fantasies. "Speak up, love, or I'll have to stop here" she coos and you shake your head, ready to fight through the blush.
"My... I was on your lap... with my back against your chest... one of your hands was around my neck... keeping my head tilted back so that we could make eye contact and the other was um.. FUCK JIMINNN your hand was between my legs, making noises spill from my mouth..." you moan out in a whisper, stopping every now and them to let out pleasured grunts as she finally slipped her hand beneath the fabric of your underwear and inched slowly closer to your pussy. You honestly have no clue how you got all of the words out to detail your dream.
"Is that what you want? You wanna sit on Mommy's lap and have her make you feel good? Yeah?" she teases again, smiling and enjoying your reaction when she calls herself Mommy; the way your face got warmer and your eyes opened slightly in shock and you trembled a little. You let put a load moan at her questions and she leans closer into your ear. "Cause I'm sure I can make all your dreams come true, baby."
"Yes, yes please" you plead desperately and she finally touches you right where you need her before immediately taking her hand away and slipping off of your lap, opting for you to sit on hers now. You whine at the sudden loss of contact but waste no time in slipping off the rest of your clothes and sitting on her lap.
"Good girl," she coos softly in your ear before snaking one arm around your neck and the other around your waist, just like you had just detailed to her.
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luvyunjinxo · 8 months
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airplane mode || karina x fem!reader
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CW: s3x on an airplane 😭, y/n receiving, perv reader (not that bad I promise..), fingerfucking, possessive karina, not proofread. lmk if I missed anything<3.
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You worked for an airline, to be specific you worked for the 5 star airline. It was hard to get into and had high beauty standards for the employees. Luckily you were accepted and worked with your crew, including this girl named Yu Jimin. She was the hottest amongst the group, and you couldn't lie she was mighty fine. During flights people would ask for her instagram, number, tiktok, you name it. and you couldn't lie about this either but you would get jealous even though it wasn't your place to be.
What made it worse was that you guys had short uniforms that didn't really go past your knees so you would see your colleagues shorts/sometimes only underwear. Karina would accidentally bend down every now and then which caused some travelers to look. That made you infuriated.
You guys were on your flight as usual except that it was a 14 hour flight. Always having to tell the passengers to buckle their seatbelts, or to quiet their kid down and you've had such a shitty flight you could use some karina omg.
It was now time to pass out the passengers food/dinner and you and karina were on the job. You just had to stay behind her while she would pass out the food just in case she needed help and lord .. it was a painful job.
She would have to grab food from the bottom of the food cart, which meant she had to always bend down. This time, her shorts were shorter. Almost exposing her underwear and crotch. You could clearly see she was wearing some lace underwear and it seemed like she didn't wanna hide it either.
Literally she has bent down at least 100+ times now and your princess parts were dying at this point. Your panties were drenched and soaked by the way Karina was making you feel. You were thinking about her long fingers pumping in and out of you, her bending you over, spanking your ass and calling you a good girl. Man, you needed that badly. You were getting lost in your thoughts until a calm voice spoke.
"Hey Y/n are you okay? I asked you to pass me the napkins for the passengers five times already."
"Sorry rina, I just don't feel well and getting lost in thoughts." You bowed, passed her the napkins and rushed to the back leaving her confused. No you weren't okay, your wetness spread to your thighs and your dumbass is in the back trying to clean yourself up where all your colleagues could walk in any moment.
Little did you know, the taller girl was almost about done passing out all the food and she was about to come in the back where you were. You were done cleaning yourself up, which you think you got most of the wetness off your thigh.. you think. Anyways you were bent over the small counter you guys had in the back head down, ass up, didn't care if anyone walked in now because you were so stressed and tired. You were about to fall asleep in that position I swear.
Karina on the other hand, had walked in at least 2 minutes ago but she didn't notice you till she was done cleaning the cart. She knew about all your little doings, seeing you stare, looking at her every move & you getting jealous. She knew what affect she had on you too. She obviously decided to tease you to your limits tonight knowing you guys had a 14 hour flight together.
Seeing you bent over like that.. sent an affect on her too. Something just snapped in her, and she felt like a full on beast wanting to ruin your pretty cunt completely.
She patted you gently, "Y/n .." and as soon as you looked up at her she had lust in her eyes, complete desire in her eyes and it was all just for you. You were still bent over and she had one hand trap you which meant her left hand was gripping on the small counter.
You were so confused and you felt your wetness dripping down your thighs AGAIN. lost in thought once again, you felt her slender fingers suddenly touch your clothed cunt slowly. With her ring and middle finger, she was rubbing your folds so slowly you swear you were just gonna start humping her fingers if she wouldn't do anything.
"r-rina? what are you doing?.." you asked as she kept rubbing painfully slow.
"making you beg and realize y/n. I know the way you look at me when I bend down. do I make you horny baby?"
you look up at her again seeing her seductive eyes and whimpered because she spanked your ass cause you wouldn't answer.
"answer, or else there will be consequences princess." she spanks you again.
"rina n-no were gonna get caught back h-here.." she rolled her eyes and gave you another spank, but this time to your clothed cunt.
you jumped and yelped to the sensation:(
she really didn't give a fuck so she pulled down your underwear to your knees and collecting your wetness with her fingers.
"was this why you went into the back? to get away from me hm?" she started to toy with your clit, rubbing and abusing it. you started to cry, you were really sensitive and you were bound to come just from that small foreplay.
enough with the toying around rina thought. she slammed her fingers into you roughly without saying a word to you and felt your fluids coming onto her fingers.
"if you wanted to fuck with me y/n why didn't you just say so? I would've bent you over myself and fuck your brains out."
she said while moving you right leg up to get more access to your cunt. shit, she hit your princess parts so well. with her left arm she started to undress your uniform top and groped at your titties while she continued to finger the fuck out of you.
she pinched your buds and played with it and all you could do is bend over like a good girl and take whatever she gave you:(.
"stand. I wanna taste you." you complied and stood against the counter as she ate you out, starving like you were her last meal.
"f-fuck! I-i can't anymore .." you moaned
"you can and you will. shut the fuck up you don't wanna get caught now right?" you were on edge about to cum from the ecstasy. you were moaning out all kinds of curse words at that point.
you gripped on her hair, making it all messy. before you came you looked down at her and you both made eye contact while she was sucking on your clit roughly. fuck that was such a pretty sight you thought.
"give yourself to me y/n, say your mine and say that cunt of yours is owned by me only." she mumbled while still giving you the best head ever.
"I-i cant! fuck .. i-im yours and you own me completely rina! shit just make me cum already!" you screamed while gripping her hair harder. she kept eating you out, more aggressively, and even using her fingers at the same time with the same pace.
you finally came and you screamed so loud, everyone knew someone was fucking in the back. you had your eyes rolled back and everything. you even collapsed on the floor from being so fucked out. she kissed you on the lips helped you get dressed again, and you even helped her fix her hair into a neat bun then headed out to work again.
all the passengers complained with a noise complaint, and gave both of you very weird looks knowing you two were the ones fucking back there. you both knew you guys would get scolded by your boss but it was so worth it.
whenever you guys needed to fuck again, you would just signal each other "airplane mode" from across the plane, and you would fuck all over again<3.
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back2bluesidex · 6 months
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Fool's Gold - JHS
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Pairing: Idol!Hoseok X Staff!Reader
Theme: Angst, Unrequited love au
Wordcount: 865
Summary: Falling for Jung Hoseok is.. Fool's Gold.
Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, loving somebody who can't be yours. That's all.
Minors are not allowed in this blog!!
A/N: I promise I had absolutely no plan of writing this one. But Hoseok came home and made me an emotional puddle. so I had to get things off of my chest.
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Your eyes find him readily across the room as if those were made to spot him in a room full of blood and flesh. 
He shines. 
Just as always, Jung Hoseok shines the brightest, dimming everyone’s aura completely. 
Your grip on the camera goes tight as he smiles fully at Namjoon, who seems to say something pleasant in his ears. 
He doesn't see you. He obviously does not. Why would he? 
While he is the main focus of everyone’s attention, everyone is proud of him for showing excellence in the military just as he did in Bangtan… You are nothing more than a lowly photo and videographer. You are someone who runs behind them to document their every possible move with a stupid inanimate device in your hands. 
Just as today. 
There are times when you hate your job, especially because it lacks the hierarchy and authority that you would like to have in order to shut some mouths. 
But on days like these… you love it. 
If it’s not for the nature of your job then you would not be allowed to enter this dining room of your company to capture Hoseok and his members having dinner with some of the most important people of Hybe.  
If it’s not for your job then you wouldn’t have the fortune of witnessing Hoseok being more beautiful than you can ever remember. His cheeks are fuller, lips plumper, shoulders broader, chest buffer but his eyes… His eyes carry the same kind gaze, same warmth, same twinkle that made you fall for him long ago. 
Your chest tightens when he looks away from Namjoon, attempting to reply something to Jimin, and his eyes fall on your figure, awkwardly standing at the door. 
Then he smiles at you. 
And your world seems to start dancing in the rhythm of destruction. You feel high and low at the same time. You feel happy and sad all at once. 
He still looks at you, he still smiles at you but not the way you want. And it will never be the way you want. 
“Hey, Y/N! How have you been?” he chimes in. his voice sounds like honey in your ears. You find yourself smiling automatically. 
“Just getting by. What about you?” You ask softly. I miss you, the forbidden words linger on the tip of your tongue but you know you can’t say it. You won’t dare to. 
“Doing better than I thought. Why-” Hoseok gets cut off as one the managers start speaking. 
“Okay everyone. Let’s sit straight for a moment so that Y/N can click a picture and leave. It’s getting late, she needs to wrap it up.” 
And that’s your cue to leave. No matter how sugarcoated the words are, those translate to “do your work and leave. It’s not the place you belong.” 
So you do as you are told. 
After clicking five pictures and checking if everything’s alright, you take one last look at Hoseok only to find him smiling kindly at you. 
You bow a little as you get ready to leave. You can’t even wave him goodbye without making yourself look like a desperate staff trying to throw herself at an idol. Sucking in a deep breath along with all the pain and heartbreak your unrequited love has brought forth, you leave. 
You are halfway through the corridor when you hear your name being called from behind. 
Fuck! It’s Hoseok. 
When you turn around, he is already quite close to your form. So much so that you have to take a step back to maintain a staff-idol distance. 
“Hoseok..” you mutter. 
He lifts up a box, which you assume to be full of macarons. 
Wiggling it in front of your face he says, “You love macarons, don’t you? I remember you gobbling these during our snack times.” he laughs a little and your heart fills with liquid emotions ready to spill out of your eyes. 
“I picked some up for everyone on my way here. Take it.” he takes hold of your free hand and transfers the box into your grasp. 
“Th-Thanks.” the words choke on your mouth. You feel like screaming at the top of your lungs and tell him that you love him, tell him that you have been missing him. But again, you can’t.
“No need. Enjoy the weekend.” he places his palm flat on your shoulder and sets your skin on fire, heart in erratic motion.     
“Yes, you too.” you manage to voice out.
And then within a blink he is gone. 
You see him running back in the room just where he belongs, as you stand there in the corridor, just where you belong.
As soon as his body disappears from your view, your eyes get blurry and tears run down your cheeks. You are, once again, aware of the difference that persists between you and Hoseok. Two of your worlds can never collide. He can never be yours even when you have been his, only his, for a long time. 
You knew it all but you still let yourself fall for him and you don’t regret it. 
Because falling for Jung Hoseok is.. Fool’s Gold.  
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euphoricfilter · 8 months
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i would like to share this smut fic idea that’s been rotting my brain for days now
(cw: smut, dom! jimin, sub! reader, both wearing skirts while they fuck and a little bit of spanking, use of a dildo. mild talks of body image)🕺
likely to be titled: ‘the feminine pact’
this is half a product of a tiktok i saw and half part of the conversation that was brought up last week… maybe two weeks ago about how femininity and dominance can coexist within the same sphere
and a mildly self indulgent fic to heal my weird mindset when it comes to clothes and how undeserving i feel of actual nice things or ways i present myself
☆ jimin and you who have been in a long term relationship, both know you’re each other’s lasts and neither have any plans to break it off as you are both very much obsessed with one another and hold too much love for the other to even think of someone else in more than a platonic sense
☆ i’m thinking maybe you stumbles across a pretty little dress or skirt, something super feminine and so far out of what you would normally wear. and maybe jimin notices you’ve been looking at it for a little longer than you usually would and asks why you don’t buy it
☆ you’d shake your head and tell him it wasn’t really for you (and jimin would pick up on the double meaning). you’ve both talked about self image and self depreciation before so he knows it’s more than just not thinking it’ll fit your body— you feels undeserving.
☆ and so, as the best boyfriend he is, jimin would obviously order it for you. but he wouldn’t stop there; he’d buy one for himself too!!
☆ and maybe you would cry, a little overwhelmed, scared, worried even. but so very much in love with jimin and how much of a sweetheart he is that you don’t know what else to do but cry and cling onto him with a blubbery thank you tumbling off your lips between hiccups
☆ jimin wouldn’t have been oblivious to talk of his own frowned upon femininity. not exactly the perfect man, too lithe and too pretty. probably having grown up in a household that held ‘typical’ masculinity above everything. and so, his own personal growth would play a part in the story too!! as he discovers that it’s okay to be a mid-point. that being a ‘good stereotypical’ man isn’t the be-all-end-all and that actually accepting femininity as a part of himself makes him feel more comfortable in his own skin
☆ and hence forth the femininity pact!
☆ you’d probably both talk about it again because communication is important for the both of you! how when you wears skirts or dresses you feel strange in her own skin. and jimin talking about his own little fantasies of just, not being restrained to what has been expected of him and exploring a part of him he hadn’t felt comfortable to explore before
☆ and then comes the conversation of how you’d even approach this. starting off small. glittery pink eye shadow and hours spent watching make up tutorials from youtube, streamed on the tv so you can really take in what is being said
☆ learning how to do eyeliner, with you sat on the counter in the bathroom as jimin leans closer to the mirror. and maybe he learns how to do it a little faster, less chunky, maybe even learning how to do it with eye shadow. and then each morning, he does his own and then yours
☆ once the dysmorphia becomes somewhat more bearable with the make up, still a new feeling for the both of you. then would come the clothes. probably one of the biggest challenges
☆ both of them starting with cute tops, an easy start but still a little daunting. jimin would make sure you’re always matching, always changing before you do and then helping you into your clothes. kissing each insecurity he knows you have before helping with your buttons or zipping up a skirt
☆ and of course, jimin would find you utterly beautiful. it’s not that he hadn’t seen you as anything but before. but this, this was something new.
☆ and so, he’d fuck you with the both of you wearing skirts.
☆ glittery eye shadow clinging to the pads of his fingers that leave a shimmery path of pretty love down your body as he pulls your shirt over your tits
☆ his eyeliner a little smudged— print of your lipstick painting his cheeks, maybe dark red, or a blush pink.
☆ maybe he’d fuck you on the bathroom counter, make up and skincare clattering to the floor as he thrusts up into you. silk pyjamas pulled over your thighs and jimin’s pooling at his ankles, calling you pretty and perfect and so utterly his— he wants to stuff you full of his cum until it’s dripping down your thighs and you’re a total mess with zero thoughts except him.
☆ and maybe the days you needed that little push, swallowed by your own self deprecating thoughts and ugly emotions that made you feel shitty. jimin wouldn’t have it. tugging a skirt up your hips and then laying you over his thighs, deft fingers coming down to slap your ass until tears cling to your waterline and slick soaked the crotch of your frilly panties
☆ and maybe he gets a little carried away while the two of you are out. dragging you into the bathroom, kissing you until your lips are smudged and sticky with lipgloss that he re-applies after fingering you. your pretty glittery nails digging into his shoulders and raking down his back
☆ and being the little menace that he is. he’d buy you a glittery pink dildo. all cute and fun until he makes you bounce on it in front of him. his cock straining under the dress he’s wearing.
☆ and you’re not allowed his cock until you’ve made yourself all pretty and messy for him. pretty pussy a little puffy and used before he slides between your walls and claims you as his all over again. making sure you lick his cock clean of your juices and stuffing his fingers back into your cunt so his seed doesn’t spill out of you.
☆ just jimin fucking you in a skirt and the both of you being pretty people that learn to love yourselves and pretty things
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Was watching gcft for the nth time and again saw the credits which had me ctfu cause
Director: JK
Director of photography: JK
Editor: JK
Actor: JM
Lolol does jk know that he was supposed to focus on japan and not jm? Cause no way anyone is watching that gcf and is going to think "wow japan looks beautiful" but they surely gonna be like "This guy in the video is scrumptious and delicious and the one recording him is in love with him" 🤭
Lmao!! I mean just go cry over some of the comments left under that video FOR REAL
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And that's not even all of them!! Lol My friend when I was introducing her to BTS, we watched 3 MVs/songs, and then I went and introduced her to them member by member. JK caught her eye first so I was telling her all about him first. I mentioned he liked video editing and filming and that he directed little travel vlogs and even one of their MVs, and showed her 2 GCFs, his first one GCFT and GCFH. Also showed her Life Goes On. When watching GCFT she went "oh wow, is the blonde his boyfriend? It's amazing that he is so out and open with it being from Korea and in such a famous band!! They look so happy together" She obviously didn't know or recognize Jimin yet as she didn't know any of the other members really. Lol I said no, that Jimin, another member. And she went "Oh! Are they dating?" Lol I said "we don't know." And she went "oh, sure. Okay" 🤣🤣🤣🤣 and then we moved onto his music and other things about him. GCFT is always so interesting to me in people's responses to it. They can all be so varied sometimes but Jikooks happiness is always so clear no matter what!
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hole in one — chapter 130.
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⌕ synopsis: at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, where everyone is battling to be the center of attention, yu jimin is just a regular. people want her because of her beauty, but all she cares about is sharing her freaky stuff with her friends and passing her subjects. although there's one thing that might push her out of her comfort zone, revenge. when nakamura kazuha, one of the richest and most well-known students of NCU, starts to spread gossip about her for thousands of followers to see, jimin decides to get back by taking away the thing kazuha cares about the most: her perfect girlfriend, the young golf star, kwon haru.
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all the guests were already in their seats at the wedding venue, a garden at the top of a mountain.
although minhyuk had complained all the way to the top, the view was enchanting. everyone was arranged in spruce chairs, grouped in a single set in the center. on either side of the guests, two walkways with flowers along the edges that connected at the altar, through which both brides would enter. and the altar was the best part, a majestically tall archway made of oak trunks from which vines fell with grace. and behind it rose the magnificent view that the location offered from the top of the site, abundant with nature, trees, miles of green land, and in the distance the magical city of taipei.
despite having been sitting there for a while, the boy was still complaining about all the effort he had to make walking uphill, until he was finally interrupted by the music that signaled the entrance of the procession.
since there was no groom, the entrance did not start with him, but directly with the bridesmaids. from the beginning of the wedding aisles, two groups of them began to enter, one led by ningning, and the other, the one on the side where haru and her friends were, led by karina.
jimin knew how important this day was for yunjin and minjeong, and that she had to be careful not to ruin anything since she was part of the opening ceremony, but she couldn't contain her desire to turn to look at haru.
she had already met her with her gaze from where she stood before entering, and she was surprised that the golfer hadn't felt her intense gaze on the back of her neck like a laser beam. it was embarrassing, but she couldn't control it. after so long, her brain couldn't finally assimilate being in the same space-time as her. somehow, she kept thinking that if she touched her, maybe she would fall apart, or that she herself would wake up from a dream.
jimin made it to the altar without causing any inconvenience, but the moment she was in position, her head could no longer keep still and she was caught in a vicious circle of turning to look for the woman and returning to the event.
she had already seen haru on television, she knew what she currently looked like, but there was something different about seeing her in the flesh. maybe it was because the cameras didn't know how to capture people's essences, and that was the most beautiful part of haru. she shines among people, it's like being in the presence of a fairy. aside from her aura, her physical appearance was slightly different. her features a little more marked, her hair a little longer. jimin always found the athlete heartbreakingly attractive, but she had only become harder to take the eyes off of her.
in front, yizhuo had already noticed her attitude and began to beckon her to concentrate, but jimin only responded by pointing at haru and leaning her head to the side, denoting obviousness. trying to say that it was known by everyone that she would not be able to keep her full attention on the ceremony.
as the two exchanged hand signals and mouthed words to each other, seungkwan walked past them with the rings and positioned himself next to the center.
"your best friends are getting married." he reminded karina trying not to modulate with his lips so no one would understand what he was saying.
"the love of my life who i haven't seen in two years is sitting three feet away from me." she countered by speaking in the same way.
"friendship."
"two damn years."
"they're about to enter, be quiet." ningning warned, speaking normally without worrying about being overheard.
the wedding march began to play and yunjin and minjeong appeared from each end.
the wedding continued smoothly, although jimin wouldn't know what was going on around her because she couldn't look at anyone but the sports player. it wasn't that she was completely disconnected from the situation, she was clearly enjoying and honoring the union of love of two people so special to her, but kwon's presence disturbed her. the girl had already noticed it, and kept trying to avoid her gaze.
seungkwan went ahead to present the rings, and ningning and karina had to pass them on to their friends. but jimin was so engrossed in the existence of the girl she loved that she forgot for a moment about her task, delaying slightly, just a few seconds, in doing what she was supposed to, but it was enough for the guests to notice and some of them let out a short laugh at her confusion. she stretched out her hands with the ring towards minjeong and then returned to her place, noticing the golfer in the process, and that she too had a smile on her lips, which faded when she noticed that she had been caught.
haru didn't want to smile at anything the girl did. in fact, she was in a very bad mood at the idea of having to be in the same place as her, and her constant staring was starting to make her desperate because she didn't want, for any reason, to end up having to interact with her.
but there was something inside her that died of tenderness when it came to jimin. she couldn't suppress the urge to smile, to cherish her despite all the resentment she held. and something about that little mistake was so unapologetically her that it made her feel nostalgic.
finally, minjeong and yunjin closed their eternal pact with a kiss that ended the ritual, and all the guests began to move towards the reception hall, which was located down the hill.
minhyuk definitely complained again.
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"yunjin is about to throw her bouquet." announced ningning to seungkwan and karina who were the only ones left sitting at their table.
"you have to go." warned the disinterested boy as he brought more food to his mouth.
"but i don't want to get married." complained yizhuo.
"the person i want to marry has a girlfriend." surprisingly, that wasn't the first time jimin had said that phrase that day.
"you're the bridesmaids." he said obvious.
"you go." pointed out the youngest of the three.
"i already have a boyfriend." he indicated his finger to minhyuk who was across the room with a mouth full of cake. "go."
"you'll pay for it." threatened yizhuo getting up from her chair.
"not all men," jimin followed her friend. "but somehow always a man." she accused the boy with her index, but he just continued eating.
both girls joined the group of people waiting for yunjin to throw her bouquet so they could catch it.
"pretend to be excited." ordered the younger one, to which they both began to jump up and down and let out amused squeals.
the redhead turned and counted to three loudly and then catapulted the bouquet from her hands into the air. the crowd of people became chaotic as they began to chase after it, but eventually it landed
into karina's hands.
once her hands closed around it and all the others who had tried to get it stopped to watch her and chirp in celebration of the moment, she stopped to analyze it, a little confused as to how such a thing had happened. she smiled and pretended to be happy to keep the mood light, then spun on her heels ready to return to her table.
right behind, watching the whole event, apart from other guests, were haru and giselle. the former couple made eye contact for a moment, and karina felt the urge to gift her new acquisition to haru, but she quickly dismissed it and kept walking.
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they had already been at the reception for hours and nothing had happened.
well, minjeong and yunjin were completely drunk and all over each other, which was valid because it was their wedding. seungkwan and minhyuk were long gone, ningning and giselle had joined in their drunkenness and were happily talking to a group of strangers, of which karina was also a part, until she chose to step out to go outside to drink her glass of wine in silence, and also so she wouldn't have to see haru being kissed and pampered by eunseo the way she wanted to be doing it anymore.
but between haru and jimin nothing had happened.
jimin hadn't tried anything either. she was panicking. she had been thinking all night about going over and telling her how happy she was for her for winning the golf tournament, but she didn't dare. she was afraid of being rejected, denied by someone she loved so deeply. and every time she seemed to get up the courage, juyeon would show up.
it was strange how those two weren't on top of each other all the time, they had barely touched all night, but just talked and laughed as they always did. it wasn't until juyeon became noticeably drunk that she began to seek haru's affection, which made jimin's bitterness hit.
the girl finished the contents of her drink and set it down on a table that no one was occupying. she took a deep breath, preparing to re-enter the place where someone else was making out with the love of her life, and made her way inside.
she looked around, trying to locate her friends, but finding none, so she began to walk aimlessly searching. by casting a glance at the dance floor, through the crowd, she distinguished ningning, so she walked over to her, pushing and asking permission from the others who crowded the place to get to her friend.
"excuse me." she repeated to a boy so he would give her room for her to pass through where he was. "i'm so sorry!" exclaimed exalted as she bumped into someone and caused them to stagger slightly.
hearing no response, she thought the person hadn't heard her, so she assumed it was because she was facing the ground, so her voice was hard to hear. jimin raised her head, ready to apologize again, only to meet kwon haru's serious countenance.
"sorry for pushing you, there are a lot of people." she spoke without thinking about what she was saying. her eyes lost, almost hypnotized by the girl in front of her.
she felt like she was about to throw up.
"did you see juyeon?" the older girl asked without changing her bored expression. it was clear on her face that she was only talking to her because no one else had been able to help her find her girlfriend.
"what?" she was so shocked at the situation she was in that she didn't listen to her.
haru had just spoken to her for the first time in two years.
"if you saw juyeon."
"oh..." she looked around as if trying to find her. "no, sorry." she shook her head.
the golfer, still with her acrimonious expression, turned around ready to ignore her again and go on her way, but jimin, perhaps because she now did have enough alcohol in her blood to lose her fears and cross her boundaries, held her arm and kept her close to her.
"haru..."
"i have to look for juyeon." she cut her off quickly.
"wait, i just wanted to tell you that," she swallowed hard trying to relax. "i just wanted to congratulate you on winning the championship." she sketched a shy smile and once she finished speaking, she let go of her arm, free to leave.
"thank you." she nodded her head slightly.
jimin copied the gesture, looked down, and got ready to go, only for haru to be the one to stop her this time.
"did you really watch it?" the older woman asked curiously, slightly dropping her annoyed expression.
"what thing?"
"did you really watch the tournament?"
"i watched all your matches for the year." she admitted without thinking much before.
"what?" surprise took over her face. "you saw everything? really?"
"i know how much you love golf," she spoke loudly so haru could hear her over the music. "what kind of person would i be if i didn't watch your games?"
haru's eyebrows were raised in astonishment, the indifference and seriousness had left her face a moment ago.
the girl knew that jimin had found out when she won the championship, or so she assumed when she saw that one tweet. but she never imagined that she had actually watched the matches, let alone every match of the year.
why did she care so much? why did she still care? didn't she hate golf?
the older girl opened her mouth to say something, but just then the background song changed to a tune she knew perfectly well.
"exo!" she shouted euphorically, completely out of the context she was in, distracted by the first notes of her favorite song.
the girl's joy at hearing her favorite band was in complete contrast to the slow song that had just started. at that moment, karina realized that the woman was also a little drunk.
she herself was too a little dizzy from having been drinking continuously throughout the night, but it was nothing she couldn't manage.
the blackhaired couldn't suppress the smile that escaped her as she saw the other one happy and excited for the artist she loved most in the world. that was her haru, her favorite person, and she was finally in the same room as her.
exo's "don't go" flooded the room, and enveloped their ears. the song that had made them connect for the first time.
"i love this song." she assured once she calmed her excitement.
"i know." yu said as she looked at her with eyes laden with adoration. "do you want to dance?" she proposed during a rush of courage.
they both looked at each other without saying anything, the contentment pulling away from them because of the implications of that idea. jimin again felt the fear of haru's rejection, as the latter remembered why she didn't want the younger girl around.
but it was her favorite song, and as she looked around, she noticed that everyone was slow dancing to it. they were at a wedding, love was in the air, and alcohol was in her body.
maybe she'd regret it later, but for now, fuck it.
the golfer accepted by nodding her head with a bit of embarrassment, and karina's heart began to beat in such a way that she thought it was seconds before it would come to a full stop. she brought her now trembling hands to haru's shoulders and rested them there, while the older woman's gently positioned them on her waist. the two of them began to embrace the rhythm of the song.
there was no need for words. haru was enjoying the song she loved the most, jimin the person she loved the most. there was nothing to say. this moment was precious, perhaps unique.
kwon's attention was captured by the girl's hand moving to her chest, aiming to hold the necklace that decorated her collarbone.
the necklace they shared.
"hey, this is mine." she suddenly joked.
"it's been with me longest." defended with a thoughtful face.
she touched her own neck, reaching for her piece of the accessory and once she was holding both pendants, she pulled them closer together, causing the magnets to join.
"i still think it's cool that it has magnets."
"why do you keep wearing it?" the student questioned without minding what she said.
"because it's pretty." haru casually replied, her attitude serious, taking some distance, though without removing her hands from the girl's body, except one of them to separate both accessories.
"sorry." she said embarrassed seeing the defensive stance she had taken.
she got no response other than the straight look on her face and her beginning to avert her gaze.
"haru, i..." she thought before continuing. "i've missed you so much-"
"how's your relationship going?" she blurted out of the blue.
"wow, how do you know about that?" her eyes widened in unexpectedness.
"juyeon is incredibly nosy." she explained without making a big deal out of it.
"your girlfriend tells you about my relationship?"
"my girlfriend?" kept disoriented for a second. "and how do you know about that?"
"well, you were kissing just a moment ago." she shrugged in annoyance.
"right, you've been watching me all night." she recalled sarcastically.
"excuse me? we were just talking about how, curiously, you know what i've been doing with my life." she recaptured offended.
"we literally ended up in this situation because you told me you watched all my games for a year even though we didn't talk to each other." haru raised her eyebrow, judging her.
"don't pretend your eyes didn't sparkle when you heard me say it." karina frowned. "and yujin and i broke up."
"that's terrible, why?" she pryed with a high-pitched voice, like an inquisitive child.
"look at you all intrusive, do you care about me that much?" she returned flirtatiously.
"did you lie to her too and tell her you loved her?" she kept that annoyingly high voice.
"hey, our problems are about other things, that i love you is true." she angrily contradicted, not pondering her words.
"love, not loved?" she cocked her head to the side like a puppy dog.
"why would i watch all your golf games if it wasn't because i love you?" she blurted out sharply, her mind not being able to function at the same time as her mouth due to the alcohol and the irritation haru's comments and childish attitude were generating in her. "it's obvious that i love you, everyone at this wedding already noticed."
and again there was nothing to say, so nothing was said.
haru could imagine that jimin still had feelings for her, after all, she had been looking at her all night, and there was her history of strange tweets that always appeared on important days of kwon's life. but to hear jimin admit that she loved her even so long after, stunned her, she didn't know how to respond, and maybe, she didn't want to.
she remained quiet, lowering her confidence and starting to act more gently. jimin's words had made her have some sympathy for the girl.
karina felt a little embarrassed for having said such a thing so abruptly, but she had no regrets. at the end, it was the truth, and she hadn't been doing a good job at hiding it. she secured her grip on her crush's neck and moved a little closer, enough to hide herself in haru, so that the woman could not see her face without having to break away.
the song was coming to an end. that conversation had felt like hours, but it had really happened in the span of three minutes, or less. haru began to sing the last verse under her breath, and the younger girl was lost at the sound of her voice, loving that moment even though they had just argued.
"...i'll follow you even at the end of the world," karina knew the words so she began to accompany the older. "please don't escape from my vision," she was close enough to lay her head on kwon's shoulder just by moving a little, so she did. "don't disappear even when morning comes," she sang slightly louder, she wanted haru to hear that part. "your small hand movements, puts my heart in a whirl." they finished together.
the instrumental continued for a moment, and they swayed to it softly, until it inevitably ended. they held each other just a bit longer, even as the song that continued was incredibly hyped. the blackhaired brought her fingers to the older woman's cheek to caress it and detached her head from her body, but still in her arms. with the hand that still hung around her, she began to draw circles on the back of her neck, and her pupils fell to her lips. she started leaning forward, haru frozen in place, not going away, but not corresponding.
"haruru!" eunseo's loud voice was suddenly heard.
the interruption caused the older one to regain her sense of reality and quickly let go of jimin, recomposing her cold and distant facade.
the younger one, seeing who she claimed was the golfer's girlfriend, fled in horror, disappearing into the crowd.
"no! kristine!" exclaimed the newcomer, stretching her arm toward the place she had gone, as if that would stop her.
"karina." corrected haru.
"karina!" she exclaimed again without changing her position.
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"haruuuu!" called giselle extending the last letter until it captured the athlete's attention. "could you get my coat? i forgot it." she asked when the girl looked up at her.
haru nodded and reentered the room to head back to the table they were seated at. the girl hadn't passed by this one before she left, as eunseo had reached for her things.
so she was surprised when she noticed a bouquet on the chair she had been using.
she took aeri's coat, and then the flowers.
how had they gotten there?
her mind began to search for events of the night in which such an object had appeared, but she remembered nothing.
she wasn't drunk enough to forget things, was she? maybe she was just too distracted thinking about her encounter with karina to remember other things.
oh.
karina.
she dropped her gaze back to the bouquet she was holding.
it was the one that yunjin had thrown and jimin had caught at the beginning of the night.
it seemed no coincidence to her that this had just appeared on the seat she had been in. jimin had left it there for her.
she smiled at the detail.
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hey 😊, i wanted this for a while, a one shot of one of the members or one for each (whatever you want 😊). About they enlisting and oc (est. relationship) helping cutting the member's hair and then them crying in each others arms about it...or the member telling oc that he has to go for mandatory enlistment (please, whatever way you want🙏😊)
Hi!! So I don’t take requests unfortunately🥺 but here are some quick headcannons of them getting the haircut bc that’s all I can bring my brain to do after seeing that bangtan bomb🥲
Seokjin
he’d try to make jokes the whole time, though he’d grow teary eyed when you cut the first strands. You’d tell him that he’s still handsome, and he’d say obviously, before bursting out crying in your arms. When he’d calm down, you’d gently kiss him, and he’d hold you close until you both fall asleep.
Hoseok
he’d be weirdly silent, though smiling through the whole thing. After, he’d ask you to lay on top of him, with your head on his chest, and he’d tell you he loves you, and that he’ll miss you. You’d tell him that you’ll sleep in his clothes, and he’d make you promise to lend him a shirt so that he can bring it with him to remember you by every night.
Yoongi
he wouldn’t really care. You’d care more than him, and he’d say “it’s just hair, doll, don’t worry about it”. You’d end up making out, and he’d hold you closer than he usually does, the only indication that he might be a little more distressed than he’s trying to let show.
Namjoon
he’d tell you he likes his hair like this better anyway. He’d get emotional still, telling you he doesn’t know how he’ll make it without being able to see you for so long. You’d lay a hand on his chest, over his heart, and tell him that as long as his heart beats, you’ll be right there with him.
Jimin
he’d be devastated. You’d cry along with him, hands shaking as you slowly shave it all off. You’d tell him that he’s still beautiful, and that he’ll always be the most beautiful, and he’d tell you that he loves you. You’d hold him for a while, his face hidden in your chest, until his hands start roaming on your body, looking for salvation.
Taehyung
he’d make faces in the mirror the whole time, grinning wildly every time you laugh. After, you’d tell him that you’re weirdly attracted to his hair like that, and he’d tell you to take pictures so that you can look at him when you’re alone and touching yourself. You’d furiously blush red, punching his shoulder, and he’d laugh at your expanse.
Jungkook
he’d be fidgety. Almost dodging the razor every time it nears his head, and you’d scold him telling him to stay still. He’d pout, and you’d kiss the pout away, getting lost in his lips against yours, and then in the dance of your bodies together. When you’d be spent, you’d tell him “now we have to shave it off for real”. And though he’d shed a tear or two, Jungkook would tell you that he’s okay, because you’re the one shaving his hair for him.
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Took You Long Enough
Karina (Aespa) x M Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff (cause I'm a sucker for it)
WC: 4021
AN: This is my first non-Twice member smut so please be kind to it. Karina is a babe so why not.
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It's almost midnight when you finally decided to call it a day, you've put extra hours in your work. It is safe to say you're setting yourself up to make an impact, it's your first job after college and you want to be promoted as fast as possible. Besides, that extra overtime pay wouldn't hurt but ultimately that pay raise is your goal. You have fixed your stuffs and ready to go when your phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, it is impossible not to sigh. However, it's impossible to disregard the call either so you answered.
"Babe! Can you pick me up?" A girl who obviously had her fill of alcohol is on the other side of the video call. Voice loud, people busy in the background.
From the looks of it, she and her three girl friends are already outside the club and looking for means to go home. All of them are more than tipsy, their giggles gave it away.
"Do you know what time is it, Jimin?" You didn't try to mask the annoyance in your voice.
"I know it's late so please, can you pick me up?" She acts all cute and fluffy in response to your annoyed answer. She just knows what buttons to press to get what she wants.
Of course, you will fetch her. It's already been decided from the start. It's just always this way with her.
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"Thanks babe!" She is beaming widely.
She is now in your car, and you're driving her home.
"Stop calling me that Jimin." You said in a soft but firm manner. You have your reasons why you don't want to be called that pet name.
See, you and Jimin are just friends; very close friends. Even though most of the times you act more than that label, no one dared to talk about feelings. She is your muse, that is clear to see. Yet, you've kept your emotions in check. You two are polar opposites, that is the very big reason why you are afraid. She is this carefree spirit, who enjoys going out and spending time with friends. Most of the time she just indulges in life's pleasure, a complete turn off for you if it's not her.
On the other side of the spectrum, you and your over enthusiasm to accomplish your dreams in life. Evident in how you hustle every day, taking life seriously. You've come from slightly humble beginnings hence the mindset. As you have said earlier, exact opposites but that didn't stop you from being good friends.
"You should start calling me Karina, you know." She chose to disregard what you said.
Karina. There's a nice ring to it. It fits her so well, especially how she looks tonight. Her long neck, collarbone exposed in that black top. Her sharp features and the ponytail that framed her face. She is crazy beautiful and you even doubt beautiful is an enough of a word. You already know guys tried to hit on her in the club, you're thankful you are the one to take her home and not some random guy she met.
"Yeah, okay." It is your safe answer. Deep inside you prefer calling her Jimin rather than her new name. One, it feels more intimate. Two, you don't even understand the reason why she legally changed it.
"Can you please stop acting all mad? I don't like it.'"
"I'm not mad." You replied, trying to explain.
"Oh come on (YN), do you expect me to believe that? I know you."
In all honesty, you're not mad per se. You're frustrated that you could not tell her how you feel. How you're not able to take care for her, and worry for her without spilling all your feelings. You know to yourself you're tired of playing all pretend, but it's Jimin and you could not stand to be away from her so you're scared to take the risk.
"I'm sorry Ji- Karina, I just had a very long day at work." It's the best excuse you can give to rectify the situation without making things awkward.
"We need to talk (YN)." She is serious and almost business like.
You can feel her eyes looking intently towards you. It is a complete lie if you say you're not nervous when you hear her words. You did your best to avoid her gaze, thankfully you have the road to focus into. It is not the first time she invited you to "talk", you've done that way too many times as college classmates. The difference is you always have an idea of what it was about back then. Right now however, you do not or maybe you do; maybe you're just not ready enough to talk about it.
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She dragged you inside her apartment. She's living alone, perks of having a wealthy family. Maybe it is also the reason why she treats life less seriously than you. You have been here before but there is a different feeling to it this time, you could not help but to fidget around looking anxious.
"You need to relax." She hands you a glass of water which you immediately drink. It seems she noticed, it's just so obvious not to.
Karina takes her seat next to you. She is a total babe, a living doll. She is breathtaking, you are desperate for more water that you tip the glass towards your mouth only to feel nothing. It is already empty. You looked like a fool with it. She laughs at your expense but you could not blame her, it is a complete blooper from you. Although it warms your heart to see her like that, you always want to see her happy. In the first time since you were confined in the walls of her apartment, you relaxed your defenses. A bad choice, or a good one you don't know as you are beyond shocked to what is currently happening.
Karina's lips are on yours as she takes her chance to straddle. Dumbfounded, you do not know what to do. You're just frozen, all that is registering in your amazingly still processing brain is the feeling of her weight on your lap and the softness of her lips.
"It's high time we settle this." Her voice cuts your trance.
"What are you doing Karina?"
She places a finger on your lips as as she satisfactorily smiles.
"Let's do this first, then we'll talk okay?" There is that sultriness in her voice.
"But, but. I think you're just drunk."
"Maybe I am, but no buts." Her lip biting adds more tension to an already thick air.
She goes back to kissing you, the way her lips make contact with yours feels like a dream. For sure, you have always wanted to kiss her but there is that reluctant feeling inside you hindering you from fully responding. There is a puzzling sense lurking in the background, why does her kiss conveys so much emotions? Is this all true? Are you just imagining things? Questions, your mind is full of them.
"Stop overthinking." Her deep beautiful eyes look at you, sincere but quite reassuring.
"If this doesn't mean anything to you, then just think of it as fulfillment of lusts. I would like to assume you find me hot, am I not?" 
"Yes, but-" She interrupted your sentence again the same way she did earlier.
"I said no buts, remember?" She smiled coyly before going back to your lips. She is always alluring, confident in her own skin and why not. She has all the right to.
You resigned to go with it, this is your dream turned reality after all. There is no use overthinking and spoil all the fun. Besides, it's not like you forced yourself into her. It's Jimin or Karina, the name doesn't matter as of now. Obviously there are things to straighten after, it's just her kiss is slowly getting overwhelming by the minute. There is no wrong or right at the moment, only pleasure; a thing a man always choose. Of course it applies to you.
You somehow can feel her smirk in between the kiss; she is surely delighted you finally responds to her advances. Without you noticing, your hands travel down her back pulling her closer. It is not the first time that you're wrapped around each other's bodies, she has no qualms on casually hugging you before. It's the first however that your lips are locked, intentions clear.
Karina is in a state of high, her eyes heavy with the haze of lust and wanting. She picks up your hands and place them on top her chest. It is a green light for you to touch her and do what you want. She is smiling, she is proud of herself for doing it.
Your hands are shaking, there is nervousness still. The feel of her tits albeit still clothed sitting perfectly on your hands is more than enough for you to lose your mind. Of course, you have fantasized this moment; and who wouldn't for she is hot as hell. It is just surreal for it to finally happen. It's crazy enough just like this, what more to touch it bare. She was clearly enjoying the attention.
"Nothing's going to happen if you don't move your hands." She purposefully leans more towards you, squishing her mounds in the process. You take one big gulp of saliva.
"Karina." You racked your brains in search of a reply and that is all that you can manage.
"Stop talking and touch me." She put her hands on top of yours and urges you to caress her tits. "Let's get you out of this shall we?"
She starts to unbutton your shirt and peel it off successfully. Karina trace your skin with her finger from your lips, to your neck down to your chest, and finally landing on your nipple making circles around it. Masterful seduction for sure. The bulge under your pants could not be hidden anymore. Your dick wants to be free and be given attention. She knows it too of course so she slowly jerks her waist above your crotch.
"Fuck, it turns me on so much just looking at your reactions babe. You really want me, don't you?"
"Yes! I want you so much, Karina." Of course there's more to it than just lust.
"Really? Then why don't you pull down your pants for me."
Her words are rule of law that you do not dare to disobey, your pants are completely off almost instantly in one stroke; like your body was just waiting for the command to do it. Your dick fully erect and freed from clothes stands proudly, aching for more attention, and leaking precum at its head. Karina's jaw dropped at sight.
"I know you have a big dick but I did not know it was this big." Her hands already wrapped around your shaft, stroking its length. She is rubbing your tip as it continuously to pump out precum at the process, slathering it around making your dick slippery. 
All you could do was to grunt and moan at her amazing handjob. The strokes of her hand is an absolute masterpiece. She controls the pace perfectly on point, speeding it up for maximum pleasure then slowing it down to prolong the session. Her eyes completely fixed on you, watching every twist of your face. She clearly loves the idea of control, and she is using it to full advantage.
"Do you want me to suck your cock babe?" She whispers in your ear.
Once again you are completely malfunctioning. You didn't expect to hear these words coming from Karina's mouth, not to you at the very least. Here is this girl that you like and adore, a girl who you are afraid to fall into if you haven't yet already, asking you if you want her to suck your dick. You want to say no out of respect and adoration but it's your chance to fulfill a fantasy. You're in quite a dilemma.
"I promise it will be so good."
Karina stands up, it hurts to feel that separation. She once again bites her lips, then proceeds to take off her top. Her boobs make your mouth water, barely held by her strapless bra. She takes off her skirt next, lets it fall to the floor. You have seen her on a bikini once for a quick summer vacation, and that picture on your mind is still clear as day. But nothing compares to the view you have now. In her underwear, you can't help but fully lust for her. You cannot take your eyes off and she know she got your attention. Karina turn around for good measure, seductive in her twirl. The attention is feeding her ego, driving her libido more and more.
"Enjoying what you see?" She acts shy by biting her fingers and looking away. You know it's all just for show but it just makes you want her even more. You nod without thinking twice.
On her way down, she leaves a trail of kisses on your chest, then on your navel and on your thighs. The close proximity of her head to your member is making you anticipate even more. Thankfully she did not keep you waiting. Karina takes hold or your hard dick and smile on the idea of you throbbing to her touch. She uses her tongue to start her feast, slathering your tip with her saliva. You gasp at the sensation; it is too good to be true. From the base of your cock, she starts to lick towards your head before fully putting it whole to her warm and wet mouth. 
"Fuck Karina, where did you learn to do that?" You hold her head to anchor yourself from the overwhelming pleasure.
She responded in all muffled words for she did not let up with her sucking. Her mouth is quite occupied at the moment. You are quite thankful that is the case, you don't want to know to be honest. Watching her devour your cock is such an erotic sight, you know it will trigger your orgasm sooner than you want it so you decide against doing it. However even looking away, you can still hear the sloppiness of her wet mouth having her fill of your dick and her mumbled moans.
"I'm going to cum soon if you don't stop Karina." You are already struggling to hold it all.
Fortunately, she stops with her blowjob allowing your dick to rest for a bit. Karina is licking the corners of her lips, still continuing to seduce you. She is so good at it.
"I know you will like this." She raised her bra a bit enough to reveal a crease in her underboob. Taking your slick hard dick and putting it in between her pushed up tits. You already what's coming but you could not prepare enough for the sensation of her big boobs choking your cock. You moan loud as a result.
Having that confidence that you love the act, Karina moves her boobs up and down. A full blown titfuck just like you imagine, maybe even better. She is acting like a complete slut, and you're so into it as well. Your orgasm is catching up with you fast and you don't know if you can last any longer.
"I'm going to cum, Karina. Fuck!"
"Cum between my tits, please babe."
That you did, bursting between her mounds painting it white. Her tits are now dripping with all your slick liquids.
"Look at the mess you've made. Enjoyed it much?" Karina is playing with your cum with her fingers and take a quick lick of it. "You taste so good, babe."
You just lay in the couch catching your breath, still shocked to what just happened. Karina moves to kiss your lips.
"We're not done yet. I'll just grab some tissue to clean up your mess." She winks at you as she goes to fetch the tissues. When she came back, she's rubbed clean of all your mess. Karina looks at your still hard dick and licks her lips again. "Hard again for me huh?"
"I want to fuck you Karina!" You are surprised by the words that you blurted out. You notice Karina felt the same. She laughs, amused at your choice of words.
"You will! But not yet." She pushes you again to lay back on the couch. She straddles on your lap again resuming to make out.
This time it is more lustful as you return her kisses with fervor, gone is the holding back and reservations. You are more than determined to fuck her, to be inside her pussy, to fulfill your fantasy. Your hands now freely travel throughout her whole body, but you linger in her breasts. You have always been a big fan of her boobs. The touch stokes her fire as Karina responds with even more intense kissing.
"Fuck babe, I'm getting so horny by your touch." She reaches out to her back to unclasp her bra, letting her perfect breasts to fall into your hands. You have been aching for the chance to touch it bare, caress it and your wish is granted finally. Her boobs are so soft and smooth to the touch, you just want to bury your head and drown yourself happily.
"They're so big and soft Karina. I want them every day." You're not holding your words now.
"You can touch these tits whenever you want babe." She arches her back to give you better access to her boobs and you happily obliged by sucking her nipples while your free hand grabs the other. Meanwhile Karina starts to rub her clit against your cock. Her wetness already leaking in her panty. It is a big tease of what's to come but you're contented for now. You'll let your muse tease herself until she could not take it anymore.
It was not long until she grows tired of the fabric of her underwear getting in the way, so she drags her panty to the side to expose her wet pussy. Karina did not waste any time to continue what she was doing. She resumes jerking her hips, finally rubbing genitals flesh into flesh. The underside of your dick is now covered in her juices as her clit traces your length. Her moans steadily increasing in each of her hips' movement.
You rip her underwear like its paper. You too think it’s getting in the way. "Oops! I hope this is not expensive." You take a sniff of her torn underwear bringing it to your nose. It smells heavenly of course.
"Pervert!"
"Says the one who's grinding on top of a dick, moaning loudly as well."
"Fair enough, ahhh!" She is smiling while she moans. She is so damn sexy and you want her right now. You stand up making sure that she'll not fall, then turn around and place Karina under you. With her back on the couch, you spread her legs to take position in between. Her fat pussy on display waiting to be fucked, ready to be used.
You didn't wait for anything as you take a plunge. There is that sense of completeness when you finally speared her to your hilt. You've been dreaming for this day to come, and the sensation is way better than your expectation.
"Your dick is so big babe, it feels so good inside me."
Karina gorgeous body rocks every time you thrust. You start slow, enjoying the process of sliding in and out her wet clit.
"Feel so good to finally fuck your pussy Karina."
"I guess you waited-ugh for so long-ahh to fuck me. How does it hmmm-feel to finally be inside me?"
"I love it, I love you Karina."
Your eyes tell her what you wanted to say. It's more than just sex. It's beyond that. She smiles in acknowledgment. You're both too horny to think of something else.
"Then please-ahhh, make love to me harder."
That is all you need to hear from her. You are now on top of Karina with your bodies pressed against each other. You are feeding off each other's heat. You increase your pace, for actions speak louder than words. Curses and wordless moans should be heard but muffled grunts are the ones that accompanied the horny scene. You silence each other by kissing with your tongues intertwined.
"Ahh fuck me from behind, oh my-ahh please babe."
You didn't need to be told twice, both taking your positions in a flash. You take your time to appreciate just how sexy Karina is. She is criminally unfair. Although you did not linger long, her pussy is so precious to be kept waiting. Besides, your dick is aching to be sheathed again
Slipping inside her once more, you feel at home in her walls. Karina is perfectly positioned, on her knees and pussy spread for your access. The slapping sounds of sex and profanities highlights each short and fast jerks. The sight of her jiggling booty adds to the overwhelming visuals. You grab her ponytail ever so gently to lift her head up while you take her from behind.
"Ugh-ahhh just like that babe. Ahhh-fuck me ahh-just like that. Don't you fuck-ahhh dare stop."
You obey her, you will not let up not until you fucked her brains out. Reaching out to her bouncing tits to grab a hold of them, you continue to use her until you feel her walls closing upon you.
"Shit babe! I'm cumming-ahhh. I am- ahhhhh!" Her hips bucks as Karina's pussy squirts her orgasm. You feel that your dick is going to be pushed out of how intense the flow is. But as all liquid is designed, it will leak in the tiniest of spaces; her juices drips on her legs, some to the sofa while others on the floor. You wait for her to relax and let her enjoy her release.
"I can't leave you hanging, can I?" She grinds her hips to stimulate your still buried cock.
"Hell no." You hold her hips to pull her closer to your thrusts. Almost immediately, you found the pace that works for you, ready to chase again your pinnacle.
"Cum inside me, babe! You've been such a good fuck." Her back against you, head tips upward to you locked into a kiss. Hands now playing with her tits. It's the perfect position to let it all go. In what seems like the end of time, you sink your dick deep and orgasmed. Ropes of your seed shoots out inside her, mixing with her own. You sink to the couch with her. Her used pussy leaks out of the mixed juices when you pulled out.
"You're mine Karina." You move to kiss her shoulders. She seems to glow, beautiful than ever. Basking in the afterglow of sex.
"Took you long enough." You can clearly hear her smile. She turns around to face you.
"I wished I let you know sooner. We could have been together for years now. I'd love to track down every guy that laid a finger on you." There is a tiny hint of hurting in your voice.
"It's your fault you know, I thought you weren't even interested on me."
"I thought I was really obvious. And besides I'm afraid we will not work out. We're polar opposites remember?" You guess it's the right time to lay it all out.
"Well it doesn't matter now. You better play catch up then. Make up for lost time." You know her too much that you know her statement has a double meaning.
"I guess I have to do that."
"I love you (YN)!" Your heart melted. You've been craving for those words.
"I love you too Karina. You're the number one reason why I want to succeed in life."
After a long and passionate kiss, you see that naughty smile of hers.
"Round 2?" She's even more seductive.
"Let's!"
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The most romantic thing...
... YOU WILL SEE TODAY
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https://twitter.com/explainkm/status/1639670340761559044?s=20
Well well.... Who would have thought? 🤣
As my friend Nuri says, Jimin is so smart!
In case there was any doubt about his love letter... he has cleared it up for us, writing in his album who it is addressed to...
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Of course, to a certain improvised guitar player... 😎
Everyone knows that JK plays all the songs of his hyungs on his guitar, which he always has at hand 😂
Also, this morning K-kookminers pointed out that the parts where Jungkook is singing the lyrics are written in banmal, speech style only used between friends or someone YOUNGER than you.
https://twitter.com/Jimin95themoon1/status/1639312514092613654?s=20
Informal speech goes from the “baby” to the “never forget we are together” (thanks Sana ;))
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I think all of us who supported jikook understood the song Letter pretty well... i.e. how it was hidden (like them); the powerful message it contains - the most beautiful one on the album -; how important it is to sing it with JK (when Jimin said that his first album was a reflection on him, and that he didn't feel right having someone else).
Obviously JK is not someone else. It's his beloved dangsin, who always protects him. How many times Jimin told us!
He's his love.
...and viceversa...
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Army will have to assume this time that Jimin hasn't dedicated a love letter to us, even if it seems so because of some little codes that, on the other hand, are necessary (a cover) for them.
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Tell me everything.
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↳ Best friends are supposed to tell each other everything, but Donghyuck isn't all that sure if he can tell you about his feelings. (He obviously also doesn't know that you have a big fat crush on him too)
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pairing: best friend!hyuck x reader
genre: fluff, crack, slight angst, best friends to lovers!AU
warnings: um parties, mentions of alcohol, reader and hyuck are so fucking oblivious, bro idk i dont rmember writing this fic im so sorry
word count: 8.8k words
a/n: oh my fucking god the rollercoaster this fic has been to me. i swear to god i have never ever been so blocked EVER im sos ososososoooo sorry this is SO overdue man i feel so guilty and at the same time i feel so disappointed in this fic but its ok ^^ i'll just grow out of it in the future and look back and laugh (with tears &lt;/3)
anw BIG HUGE thank you to the godess of editing herself, @jenotapes ! thank you so so sooo much aisha for the beautiful header, i cannot express how much i love it and how thankful i am, it's so gorgeous it's liek theonly good thing about this whole thing HAHA
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i. 
The first real friend you've ever had, you have to say, is your mother, but really that's another situation.
Other than her, you'd have to say it would be Hung Renjun, someone you've known since middle school. You were inseparable during middle school, and sure you had a few crushes on him, but it's a lot different now.
You grew apart, but it doesn't seem like any of you minded it that much. 
Your best friend after that, would be Lee Donghyuck. Someone you met through Renjun. 
It was during Renjun's cousin's wedding where you met him. (You were only invited because this certain cousin used to be like a sister to you when you were younger. You like to remember all the tea parties you had together.)
But man, would you like to thank, and scold, both Renjun and his cousin for inviting you. Because of them, you found Donghyuck.
It was quite a unique way to find your best friend.
"You've got some moves!" 
You turn around at the unexpected, and unfamiliar voice, alarmed at a (very cute) stranger with a light smile on his lips. Your lips go from a gape of surprise, to a bright smile that slips a laugh, "Thank you!"
"Do you have a phone number too?"
Yes, he had tried asking you out. Not only did you end up giving up your number, but you did go hang out a while after that. 
You most certainly did (and still do) have the biggest crush on him, finding him so very charming and cute and, well, your type.
But for some apparent reason, he never asked if you wanted to actually date. You're not sure if he forgot, or he thinks you weren't interested or something, but he just didn't. You suspect he didn't have any more interest anymore. Not that you minded, (now. You minded a lot back then.) but it's getting a lot harder to keep in with every day that you get closer to Donghyuck.
It's gotten to the point where you don't even want to think of him, fearing that it would show and your whole friendship would be ruined.
Instead, you bake, as you always did when you had something particular on your mind.
Chocolate chip cookies, you had decided about 20 minutes ago, the soft and chewy ones that Donghyuck like—
"Holy shit," you whisper to yourself, voice hushed with realization. "did I just make Lee Donghyuck's favorite fucking snack without realizing?!" 
Yeah, your crush on him has gotten a lot worse. You suspect this happened when he took you out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner when he noticed your dull state last week. He even paid for all the food! 
You decide to let all your thoughts go as you close the oven with your fist batch of cookies, the rustiness of the screws more than enough to distract you. Gosh, nobody in your dorm building takes care of the poor thing. You remember when Yoo Jimin and Kim Minjeong attempted to roast a whole turkey but it came out way undercooked because the oven broke down within 30 minutes.
Just as you thought your mind was Lee Donghyuck-free, the door to the kitchen opens, and in comes all your thoughts once again, as your best friend enters.
"Hey there," he greets.
"Hi,"
"What are you doing?"
You shrug, turning around as you continue mixing the cookie dough. "I don't know, what does it seem like I'm doing?"
A chuckle slips from Donghyuck's lips as he approaches you, choosing to take a seat on the counter, next to the cooling rack. "Cookies?"
You only him in approval, placing the bowl back down on the counter.
To Donghyuck, your baking is one of the best he knows. First, would be his mother, of course, but you’re close to beating her, especially with the cake you baked for Renjun’s birthday a few months ago. He particularly likes your baking when you two are awake at midnight, and instead of using the oven, you choose to use the microwave, to make simple 2 minute microwave cookies or brownies. They’re the best for midnight snacks to have while writing an essay, or having an existential crisis together.
A moment later, Donghyuck finds you rummaging through the many drawers to find something. Once you finally find it, you go straight back to the dough, before you stick the object in, and scoop it back out.
In front of Donghyuck, is a teaspoon, scooped with your cookie dough. He mumbles a few words of gratitude, before taking the spoon from you and shoving it in his mouth. 
While Jaemin and Jeno are your favorite taste testers, (due to their immaculate opinions of how much salt and/or sugar you put into your recipes) Donghyuck always somehow finds his way to become number one. Maybe it’s because you like to hear the compliments from him. (or your big fat crush on him. Both, most likely.)
"Oh, yum! This is really good," Donghyuck smacks his lips, savouring each second of the taste melting on his tongue, and gets a small sense of... nostalgia.
"Hey, did you put some—"
"—cinnamon? Yes I did, I remember you telling me how your mom would do it, so I decided to try it myself too. Good to know you like it,"
It was a simple mention during a debate of if cupcakes or cookies were better, but the very random fact stuck to the back of your mind whenever you thought of baking. You’ve been meaning to make some, but never had the time to until now. (Though, you do have a few assignments begging to be finished as you bake.)
While Donghyuck is so very thankful, and delighted, he's a tiny bit worried. He knows you only bake when you have a mind full of things you don't want it to be filled with. This happened when you flunked that one assignment and you baked a whole birthday cake to get your mind off it.
"Are you okay?"
You're surprised at Donghyuck's words, instantly halting your actions to turn to him with shock written in every part of your face. "Huh?"
"I mean," Donghyuck passes you the spoon back, wiping your hand when he sees its got some flour stuck to it, "you're baking. Cookies. A lot of them. You only bake when you're thinking a lot, what's up? I'm your best friend, tell me everything!"
And that is exactly what you've been thinking about. How attentive he is, how caring and kind he is. Gosh he almost makes you go crazy just by doing things like this to you, you might just tell him what's wrong to have him stop completely.
"Nothing," you breathe out, going back to check on the cookies in the oven, "just bored, I guess."
Donghyuck doesn't buy a single bit of it, and you know he doesn't. So instead, you decide to lie a little, hoping he wouldn't catch it.
"I was so busy yesterday, I guess I just wanted to relax. Decided to make some cookies for you."
At this, Donghyuck can't help but chuckle. Cookies? For him? "Just for me?" 
Oh shit, did you say that? Silently, you panic, unconsciously shifting away from Donghyuck to hide your growing nose scrunch of embarrassment. "Uhh, f-for us...?" You hope he lets it go, you hope with your entire soul that he lets it go and accepts your stupid and poorly made excused for once. 
Alas, he is Lee Donghyuck, your best friend who will never let you live down a single thing if you make a mistake. (You always question why you even like him.) There was a time you accidentally switched the names of two of your upperclassmen. The most embarrassing 2 weeks of your life when he would remind you every other day.
Donghyuck's head throws back with laughter, gripping the edge of the counter for balance. He's always looked so cute while laughing, and you don't miss the way your heart stutters. And neither does Donghyuck. His own heart feels like it's soaring, jumping all around his body, swirling and spinning all because of you. "Oh my god, you're so cute!"
Oh my god, he's driving you crazy.
To shut him up, you grab a cookie from the cooling rack, before shoving it in his mouth, flicking at his forehead. "Shut up or these cookies are going to Chenle." 
Donghyuck nods, though laughing and chewing, winking and blowing a kiss at you. Once again, he feels his heart somersault when you reach over to wipe the few crumbs at the corner of his lips.
ii. 
Lee Donghyuck never liked business management. Sure, it’s where he realized that the person he hit on at Renjun’s cousin’s party sat 2 rows in front of him, and yeah, Professor Lee is his favorite teacher, and sure, he sometimes likes the lessons–okay, maybe he just hates it today. 
Or maybe today is complete shit to him. Yes, he hates today. None of your nagging during breakfast, or even lunch, due to your sudden cold you got overnight. He’s had to go through classes without you, only get one cup of coffee, and he didn’t even get one text from you. What’s up with that?
He feels completely relieved to be going back to his beloved room, expecting to do nothing but sleep for the rest of the day, and maybe watch some of his favorite reality shows. He just… he really needs to rest. 
You know what he would kill for right now? Your cookies. The ones you made the other day for him, the ones you added cinnamon to and made him feel all warm inside. In his opinion, those are the best cookies he’s ever eaten. But he won’t tell his mom. 
Yeah, one of those would not be bad for this shitty, shitty day. Or maybe you yourself, there to accompany him and cheer him up, but you’ve got a sickness, and need to rest. Him feeling down in the dumps is a lot less important than your health. 
But apparently, that’s not exactly your own priorities. 
Donghyuck doesn’t expect to see you here, when he swings open his dorm door, but there you are, with a mask on and a duster in hand. You seem to be cleaning out the bookshelf by the window, the one Donghyuck installed with you just for the aesthetics. 
Why are you dusting it? Heck, why are you even here?!
“Y/n? What the fuck are you doing here? You need to rest right this second!”
You were just about to say something, to explain why you’re in his room in the first place, but your best friend beats you to it, rushing up to you, before he grabs gently at your arms. You drop the duster in your hand at this, gaping at the way Donghyuck tugs you to his bed.
It’s like every time you’re about to say something, anything, Donghyuck interrupts you with an action, pressing his hand to your forehead. “God, you’re still burning up. Have you taken your meds yet?”
FInally, you’re able to speak, as Donghyuck shuts up to hear you. Instead of words, a light laugh slips through your lips, as you shake your head in disbelief. “No, yeah, I took them right before coming here.” Donghyuck doesn’t say anything, but you can already practically feel the curiosity radiating off him, the frustration he’s about to spew out into words. 
“I came here to clean your room,” You say, brushing Donghyuck’s hands off your arms, only to take them in yours softly. Instantly, his thumbs run over your knuckles carefully. You can’t deny the way your heart swirls with love. “since my dusty ass room is what gave me my morning cold.” Suddenly, you grow a bit conscious of how ridiculous you might seem to him, getting up to clean up your best friend’s room. 
“Didn’t want you to get one, or something.” You can’t look Donghyuck in the eye, afraid that it would be the last thing to set you off into a hot, shy mess. 
But unbeknownst to you, Donghyuck looks at you so gently, so lovingly and softly. He’s so very thankful for you, in so many ways. Just being in your presence has him instantly calming down, and forgetting about every single bad thing he’s had come across him today. Just the thought of you caring so much for him has him forgiving every single thing that’s ever hurt him in his life. 
As if looking Donghyuck in the eye wasn’t enough to make you go crazy, Donghyuck’s hands suddenly slide up your arms, his fingertips brushing against your skin, before he wraps his arms around your shoulders, securing you tightly to him. 
You feel, and practically memorize every time Donghyuck’s skin comes in contact with yours, touching, brushing, leaving trails of goosebumps. The best kind. 
You feel so many things when Donghyuck hugs you. You feel shocked, and surprised, and at the same time so flustered. But those aren’t the strangers feelings in you. Others being worry, and dread. 
This hug isn’t the typical ones that Donghyuck usually gives you. It’s tighter, tenser, he’s not giggling, and neither are you. Another thing that makes you feel awfully concerned about this hug, is the fact that Donghyuck has stuffed his head in your neck, and is breathing awfully heavily. It takes you one moment, then two, before you feel the tears and hear the sobs. 
Instantly, your arms wrap around him instantly, tucking him closer to you, before you feel tears spring to your eyes as well. You don’t say anything, despite having so many questions, and Donghyuck is so very thankful for that. Sometimes asking for a reason and wanting to understand someone fully isn’t the best, in his opinion, but you don’t even have to ask to understand him. You’ve never had to. Just with an expression on his face, you can tell instantly what he’s feeling. 
“One day without me and you’re already struggling, what would you do without me?”
Oh, how Donghyuck feels so safe around you. He pulls away from your shoulder, slightly grimacing at the sight of a damp spt, before a laugh chokes through his sniffling. “Nothing, so you better stick to me for the rest of our lives, alright?”
You do nothing but nod, and chuckle, before you start to wipe away Donghyuck’s tears with the sleeves of your sweater. Not the best choice for wiping someone’s eyes, but that doesn’t really matter right now. Donghyuck needs you, and you’ll be there for him.
“You wanna talk about it?” You mumble softly, brushing his hair from his face. Your best friend finds his heart swelling and thumping erratically with so much love at the look on your face. He’s always liked it when you take care of him. You don’t judge him, not at all. His needs are what you focus on, and it feels good to finally be loved for once. 
“Can I?” He whispers in reply, falling into the warmth of your hands. His own grip at your wrists, holding them up to his face.
You smile, and it tells him everything. You’re not going anywhere until he feels better, no matter how long, or how hard the task will be. “Tell me everything.”
And that’s exactly what Donghyuck does. He tells you of how his morning was thoroughly mundane and how he seemed to have struggled to stay awake during class, and how Professor  Lee even told him off for dozing off. He tells you each detail, every word and action, and you practically feel like you’re in the scene with how he describes it. 
One thing he leaves out, however, is every feeling he’s felt. How could he? He’s sure to blurt out how incredibly safe he feels with you, how worried he was because of your cold, how all he could think about today was just you. Not to mention, how he really believes he cares for you, way more than a best friend should. 
Just your presence, the sight of you, it makes him feel somehow inside. Like having a warm picnic late in the afternoon, the warm rays of the sunshine feeling oh so relaxing. 
Like watching one of your favorite chick flicks or romantic movies with you after his breakdown, but not even paying attention to the movie because of the way you look so immersed and mesmerized with it has him himself in a daze. That one spark in your eye you always have when you’re so interested, the smile on your lips when you sigh with delight, the way your hands curl around Donghyuck’s wrist to bring you closer. 
Donghyuck loves these moments. Donghyuck loves you. 
iii.
Alright, Donghyuck does not love you. At least, he doesn’t think he does.
Not in these moments, when you bug him constantly when you very much know he needs to be focusing and finishing his essay. 
But hey, in your defence, he’s got 2 weeks to finish it, and it’s not like he doesn’t have everything planned out for it. He’s been ready, much to your surprise. And as much as you are proud of him, you’re not so proud when he’s chosen to use the time where you two usually go to the grocery store near campus to do some assignment. 
And it’s not like he doesn’t bug you every time you’re doing literally anything other than hanging out with him. There was a time you had to tutor Jung Sungchan (who will always remain your favorite student) but Donghyuck was around the corner, whispering (not so) quietly at you about how you should totally ditch math and accompany him wherever.
“Please, Y/n,” Donghyuck finally says after attempting to ignore you for 20 straight minutes. His hands are holding at yours, shaking them with the most desperate expression you’ve ever seen on Lee Donghyuck. “I’m begging you to just let me work. 30 minutes. Then we can go get frozen yoghurt from the dining hall, how’s that?”
You really can’t help but snort, and he can’t help but feel all his frustration flutter away just at the sight of your smile. Strange, he’s been feeling things. “What happened to the Donghyuck I knew last week? When I was sick? That made me swear not to leave each other because you couldn’t even last a day without me?”
“My god, Y/n!” Donghyuck exclaims, and at that moment, his fingers intertwine with yours. Great, let’s play a round of ‘how many times can your best friend make you feel things a best friend shouldn’t’ shall we?
“Yes, my love,” There goes one. God do you hate (read: love) when Donghyuck calls you that.
Donghyuck breathes out, trying to suppress a laugh. (it fails.) “I know I said that, and I still don’t take it back! I really mean it, I really do,” That’s two!
“But please, just let me finish this, and then we can go grab a snack, yeah?” Okay, that wasn’t that bad.
“My treat.” And that’s three.
This comment has you shutting up with a small smile, a swirling sensation of excitement stirring in you. This is the only indication your best friend needs to know you’ve agreed to his terms.
And finally, some peace and quiet. At least, that’s what Donghyuck thought.
“What’s your favorite color?” Donghyuck sighs when you start up after promising him you wouldn’t. He glances at you only momentarily, across from him with your arms tightly wrapped around the pillow Jeong Jaehyun left accidentally when he moved out. You have a small, almost mischievous smirk on your lips, as you lightly nudge at your best friend’s knee with your foot. 
“I dunno,” he mumbles out, going back to his work, “never thought of it.”
And then he’s back to typing and ignoring you. Oh, how boring this was. It’s not all that fair, in your opinion, how Donghyuck is ignoring you when every time you’ve wanted to work he’s coming over with Chenle’s dog and a bunch of your favorite movies. 
“Okay then, what’s your favorite thing to do?” 
“Right now?” Donghyuck murmurs, and can’t help the jumping of his heart or curl at his lips when you crawl closer to him to bump your head against his side. “It would be working on this essay.” 
“You’re so boring!” 
Donghyuck simply dismisses your words, though you can see the slight smirk at the corner of his lips. He’s amused, and though he claims he wants to finish his essay, you know he very much does not mind your presence with him. 
“Fine,” You huff out, “I guess I’ll just go and bother Jaemin or something.”
At this, Donghyuck perks up, eyes wide as he watches you roll off the couch next to him. His hand instinctively reaches out to grab at your wrist before you could leave, tugging you back to stumble back next to him on the couch. 
Just as you expected.
“Oh? What’s this? The person who has been completely ignoring me is suddenly giving me so much attention?”
“Uh–” Donghyuck stumbles over his words, racking his brain to find a witty enough response to keep you here with him. Alas, as much as he tries, as hard as he searches, his mind becomes completely blank. It’s been happening lately, actually. Whenever he stares into your eyes, he’s struggling to find all the stupid witty comments, his heart feels like it’s being tugged at, it’s so strange. 
“God, okay fine! Yeah, I want you here, but please, just don’t ask me stupid shit, okay?” Donghyuck proceeds to pat the space next to him, his gaze turning shy as he looks away bashfully. “Just–just accompany me, please.”
And surprisingly, you comply, for here you are, next to him, staring at his screen. Your head rests on his shoulder, hands playing with the pillows in your arms. You’re bored, but you can suck it up, just for Donghyuck, you suppose.
A sudden thought pops up in your mind, amd before you can stop yourself, you’re blurting it out.
“What do you want for your birthday?”
You notice how Donghyuck’s fingers completely stop typing, his work put on hold. “What?”
“I mean,” You start, your voice growing quieter, “your birthday’s coming up soon, right?”
All the other years you’ve celebrated it, it was always you throwing a big surprise party for him. It was always your gift for him. But since this year Jeno and Jaemin promised they would do it for him this year, it would mean you’re gonna have to get him a present too. 
Donghyuck’s never heard this question, and strangely, he doesn’t really like it coming from you. He doesn’t want to demand things like he does with his other friends (read: Rich kid Chenle). He knows that whatever it is, he’s gonna love it. 
“Your love?” 
Your breath hitches in your throat at the response you receive, before you fly away from his shoulder to throw him a confused look. 
Donghyuck’s face is… incredibly cute. He has a teasing smile, cheeks pulled up with his eyes bright. His chuckles are soft, though they resonate repetitively in your ears, and you can’t help but start chuckling as well. 
“Oh really?” 
When Donghyuck shrugs with a nod, you can finally come up with an equally witty response. “You better not complain if my gift is a kiss.”
To be honest, Donghyuck doesn’t mind. In fact, he kind of–holy shit Lee Donghyuck wants to kiss you!
iv. 
Hyuck 🐻: Hey [22:10] Hey [22:10] Hey [22:11]
You: What [22:11]
Hyuck 🐻: Can we call [22:12]
You: Why [22:12]
Hyuck 🐻:  Need help with an assignment [22:12]
You: Okay fine yeah sure [22:13]
Only you did anything but an assignment Donghyuck was struggling on. You went on a video call, he showed you a bit of the equations, and then you don't remember anything about any assignment after that.
The only thing you can recall talking about is literally anything other than it. Like Donghyuck's story of how his pinkie apparently stopped growing. (He's told you about 6 times already, but it's got to be your favorite story to hear.) 
Nonetheless, you can't say you mind it. Donghyuck has been a bit distant lately, you're not sure why, but it's great to hear from him again.
Unbeknownst to you, Donghyuck is avoiding you just a little bit. Ever since the time on the couch where he quite wanted you to kiss him, he's not sure where his heart lies. In your palms, probably.
And he definitely feels like it is, especially when you start laughing at one of his stupid jokes through the screen. It's a tiny bit lagged, with your smile coming only a few seconds after your laughs, but it still shakes Donghyuck's heart. He can't even remember the joke. 
He can't remember anything when he's with you, all he wants to remember is the curl of your lips, the sound of your laughter, the warmth you emit. Well, the warmth his laptop emits. 
"Hey," Donghyuck starts. He picks on the bracelet you gave him last year, after you got it from some kiosk you found when you went on vacation with your family. It was the first real gift from you, and he cherishes it with all his heart.
"Didn't get to ask how your week was, how was it?"
Right, because he's been quite clearly ignoring you all week.
You visibly shift in Donghyuck's screen, going unseen for a moment, before you adjust your laptop on your lap. "It's been okay, got extra free time since Sungchan couldn't come to this week's meeting. Been sleeping a lot more."
"That's good," Donghyuck replies to your summary. It really is, because God knows how little sleep you get. Sometimes it's because of studying, or watching some movie just because you felt like it, or someone (read: Donghyuck) is occupying your time. 
Your smile flashes on the screen, and it causes Donghyuck to smile himself, tugging his blankets closer to him.
"How about your week? What have you been doing to not call me every other hour?"
Let's see, thinking of you, staring at your contact photo for some reason, contemplating whether to call you or not, and, well, sleeping. And babbling about you to Lee Jeno. 
"Not much, really."
His answer is definitely not what you expected, nor was it really what you wanted. You expected a whole rant, story time until the most ungodly hour of the morning, heck, even a witty little comment like how he's been thinking of you would be okay. (He would totally, but just scared if he would sound too serious because it's literally what he's been doing.)
And this clearly shows through your facial expressions, as your nose scrunches in dissatisfaction. "Really? Why didn't you call me then?"
Your words set a zoo that even Donghyuck has no idea of running around his body, sensations of happiness and giddiness ripple through his whole soul, and he has to physically hold back a grin. 
"Why didn't you call me? Why does it always have to be me calling you?"
Donghyuck is lucky enough to come up with a natural and witty comment, a pout playing at his lips. They dangerously threaten to curl when you click your tongue, leaning in closer to your camera. "Fine," you mumble, "I'll call you next time."
Geez, and Donghyuck thought the zoo was enough for him. Now he has his heart shaking, bearing and clenching and buzzing with adoration for you. Holy shit... what was this feeling?
"Oh, by the way," these words once again capture all of your best friend's attention, it has him humming intently, unconsciously bringing his laptop closer to him. 
"had this conversation with Chenle the other day," you explain the context, though you clearly know this was a lie. There was no conversation with Zhong Chenle, it was just a scheme. 
"What's a random thing you have never had?" 
Yes, a scheme to find him a birthday present.
"For example, I never had a gemstone before. Pebbles, rocks, sure. But like rubies and all that jazz? Never."
At first, Donghyuck was a little bit suspicious of your actions and words, but the moment you mention the gemstone and have you've never had it, his mind drifts off from the suspiciousness, instead racking his brain to find a thing.
It takes him a solid minute, one minute of a cute little thoughtful pout, one moment of his low focused humming, one minute of staring at his cute habits. God, perhaps you have it bad for Lee Donghyuck. 
As you stare at him, you can't help but wonder what this certain object might be. Donghyuck's been gifted very random things by lots of people. There was a time he got a whole pack of chopsticks for Christmas. It was the craziest shit ever.
"Snowglobe."
You barely get to process his words, before you burst out laughing, very amused by his words. Though Donghyuck is confused, and shocked, he can't help but laugh along with you. He always found your laughter very contagious and enlightening. 
"What?" He asks softly between chuckles, eyes glued to the screen, where you attempt to stop your laughter, but fail miserably.
"N-nothing," you snort, "that was just the last thing I expected."
And honestly, Donghyuck gets it. He gets it completely. Snowglobe, of all things, but it’s the truth, it really is. 
Donghyuck leans in closer to his screen, if that is even possible, smiling fondly as you quiet down from your laughing fit. You have your face stuffed into a pillow, eyes shut as you try to regain and steady your breath. “It is pretty random, isn’t it?” 
Your best friend can’t help but think you look… so precious. How many people in the world get to make you smile this much, how many people can get you to laugh as hard? For some reason, he can’t help but feel almost so special to get to have you in his life. To have you listen to his god awful jokes and to have you accompany him in a call. God, how did he even manage to get you to bake his favorite cookies?
And suddenly, when he glances at you, closing the window to his (finished and submitted) essay, you look way too good for a best friend. Grinning down at your laptop as your favorite part of your comfort movie plays, when have you ever looked so good before?
Considering the fact that Donghyuck was okay with you kissing you just a few days ago, and how you seem absolutely ethereal to him, he’s pretty concerned. What is going on? Why is he feeling this way towards you, after months of being so close, why has he only noticed now?
When Donghyuck softly smiles at the sight of you already mouthing along to your favorite dialogue of the whole movie, he realized that not only is he okay with you kissing him, he wants you to kiss him.
v. 
It’s been weeks since you’ve actually hung out properly with Lee Donghyuck, and after all this time spent without him, you realize how painfully boring life could be without him and how incredibly boring Lee Jeno is. 
You spent a couple of days with him, and you agree with everyone when they say Na Jaemin truly might be his soulmate, because you don’t know how he can deal with such boringness. (Oh my god has Lee Donghyuck been influencing you too much?!)
Strangely, Jeno and Jaemin have been avoiding you too, but you know why. Even if they didn’t tell you, you know it’s because they would accidentally slip up and tell you their plans for Donghyuck’s birthday party and you would go scurrying off and telling him.
False, they are, because Donghyuck doesn’t…. want to talk to you. At least, that’s what you think, and that’s what you fear. What have you done wrong? What went wrong? The last time you spoke was… about 2 and a half weeks ago, when you had gone over to drop off one of his sweaters he left in your dorm.
He was quite awkward, to say the least. Fidgeting, nervous mumbling, he didn’t even hug you once, he was surely fishy. Ever since then, it’s only been texts, no meet ups or calls. Just texts. And you were initiating and continuing them all by yourself.
A pit of fear lies within you at the thought of you doing something to have Donghyuck stray away from you. Anxiety courses through your veins at the thought of him telling you that you should stop talking or something.
Nobody knows how you feel about him. Fear and love, or whatever you feel for him, nobody knows. 
Nobody but Mark Lee. That guy’s great at getting you to spill your beans. Just an ‘Are you sure?’ and you’re going on and on about how confused you feel, how scared and how much you adore Donghyuck. 
Thankfully, unlike Jisung or Chenle (or both together), he doesn’t have certain days where he’s making fun or not, he’s always 100% considerate. You’re surprised he doesn’t have a significant other yet, he really deserves one. 
And here you are, once again, in front of him, but instead of the library, or his dormitory lounge room, you find yourselves in front of a lake Mark had found recently. You might bring Donghyuck here someday.
“Damn, really? I thought this was gonna be our spot, but I guess you always have to show Donghyuck everything.”
���Well sorry, Mark,” You murmur, as you attempt to skip a rock. It bounces 4 times. “I’m sorry I have a big fat huge crush on my own best friend.”
Mark whistles at your 4 skips, nudging your arm with an impressed smirk. “You say he’s ignoring you?”
“Yeah.” You don’t want to be reminded of the fact. Mark can tell, but you do have to face it either way.
“I know these words might be said like, a thousand times to a thousand people, but it’s really what you should do. Give him some time, maybe he’s going through something–”
“–Mark if he’s going through something he would tell me, he always does! He calls me, usually right before he’s going to sleep, and when I hear his sigh I know. I would know instantly. And I’d be over at his in less than 6 minutes, and he would scold me for wasting my breath for him, and I would always counter how he would do the same thing, because he would!”
Mark isn’t exactly surprised to see you’ve finally cracked. Neither did he expect it, but he knew it would be possible. He lets you rant, he wants you to rant. Get all of it out, until it’s all gone.
“And the thing is, I don’t even fucking know if he would at this point.” You groan and grimace at the tears starting to bead at the corner of your eyes, throwing another rock at the lake. “Did I do something?”
“Y/n,” Mark calls out softly. You almost forget you have company, but with Mark’s hand on your shoulder, moving you in front of him, you know you can trust this company. “even if Hyuck did feel that way, he wouldn’t lead you on, you know he wouldn’t.”
He was right, Donghyuck always called out the bad people in his life and didn’t even hesitate to turn them away. It’s a trait you love about him, he warned you about one of your exes, and instead of scolding you, like he usually does, he went to have a full on conversation with him and full on punched him. 
“But if he was leading you on, you’d be okay. He might mean a lot to you now, and in the near future, but there will be people there for you.” Mark has now wrapped you in his arms, patting comfortingly. He mumbles softly, as if he knew the perfect tone to make someone calm down. He does have the perfect tone to calm someone down.
“That’s not gonna happen, though. He loves you way too much to do that.”
Mark Lee is crazy good at comforting, he should probably do it as a job, or something. 
“Yeah,” You laugh (with a quiet sniffle that follows), burying yourself in his embrace. You wipe at the small tears on your cheeks, laughing embarrassingly, but Mark assures there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. “God, you’re a really good listener,”
“I know.”
“And advice giver.”
“I know that too,”
You pick up one more rock, turn to the lake, before you toss it. “I think I’m gonna confess. I don’t want this to fester into something really bad.”
Mark nods, joining you in rock skipping. His rock bounces 5 times. “Alright, but if he says anything bad I’m beating the shit out of him.”
You laugh at his comment. Mark Lee is like the brother you always wanted. 
vi.
It’s June sixth, Donghyuck’s birthday. 
You had texted him a quick birthday text this morning, strike at midnight, like you promised. You haven’t texted him since then, only staring at the ‘thanks y/n <3’ he had sent you about 20 minutes after you sent the text. 
At first, you were pretty surprised to see that he was up that late, and then the worry came and started getting you just a little anxious, before you brushed it off, concluding that he was only just playing some more video games with Lee Jeno on his birthday. 
And then after that, nothing. No texts, no calls, no nothing. It makes you a little sad, but you’re way too scared to do anything about it. You plan to confess to Donghyuck. Today, at his birthday party Jaemin and Jeno are hosting.
It’s only about an hour and a half away, but you have no plans on getting ready for it. Not at all. For now, you have his wrapped gift in your hands as you stare at your ceiling and practice your confession in your head. 
You were always good at memorizing things, speeches, formulas, anything. It was a little thing you enjoyed. 
But now, trying to clear your head and recite the confession you plan to tell him, you can’t recall a single word. Just the thought of it going to your best friend, who has been ignoring you for god knows how long, it’s got your heart hammering in your chest and your hands shaking, your nervousness spiking. 
You check the clock. 40 minutes until the party.
You’ve got to get your shit together. 
Before you know it, you’ve found yourself at the party, Jeno and Jaemin both embracing you at the same time. 
“A little late, but nothing too bad! Good to see you again, Y/n!” Jaemin mumbles, before planting a playful kiss on your cheek. You fake a grimace, wiping it off your skin. Jeno only giggles at the situation, before ruffling your hair and nudging his head inside. “You’ll be able to find Hyuck somewhere in there. Can’t be that hard, he’s the birthday boy!”
His words are meant to mean well, nothing with generous intent, but it makes you nervous. Just in a matter of time, you’re about to spill all the beans about all your feelings towards your best friend who probably doesn’t even want to be your best friend anymore. (He wants to be so much more, but you don’t know that.)
The party is busy, busier than you thought, with many people from your classes and some other people they brought, probably for free food and a chance of finding love. Or maybe Jaemin and Jeno are just immensely popular. 
All these people, and yet no sign of Donghyuck yet. 
His gift is tight in your grip, your fingers bouncing and tapping against it quickly. 
The first few people you bump into are your close friends, Huang Renjun and Mark Lee, and you don’t miss the hopeful glint in Mark’s eyes. You shake your head quickly with a slight frown, which tells him everything he needs to know. 
Next, are Chene and Jisung, who seem… strange. They’re giggling, which is normal, but they keep nudging at each other and they had started… poking and screeching at you when you asked where Donghyuck was. You had no choice but to check if they were tipsy, or something, only to find their drinks were just mixtures of a bunch of sodas. Gross.
About 25 minutes have passed, no sign of Donghyuck. How are you supposed to give him your gift? (read: how are you supposed to tell him you’re head over heels in love with him?) Is he seriously ignoring you in his own birthday party too?
You’re getting agitated, almost anxious as the time passes. 
You run up to Jeno, when you spot him near you. “Hey, have you seen Hyuck around?” You yell over the loud music. 
His face twists, and the smile on his face is wiped off and replaced with a slight frown. “You haven’t seen him at all tonight?”
You shake your head. 
“That’s weird, he would have been the most excited to see you,”
You excuse yourself, the moment you feel a stir in your stomach. You had a slice of cake, and some apple juice, and you don’t think your stomach is agreeing to the combination. Or the thought of Donghyuck completely ignoring you. 
It’s not too long of a walk to the bathroom, after all you could make your way through Donghyuck’s place with your eyes closed. Not a good idea right now, you could bump into that guy with 5 plates of birthday cake. 
You finally make your way into the bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind you. Instantly, the music is blurred out, and you close your eyes with a sigh when you feel your nerves calm down just a little bit.
Just a little bit. 
They double in amount, however, when you realize that none other than Donghyuck is in the bathroom himself, sitting at the corner by the corner.
You both stare at each other, wide eyes of surprise, clearly unsuspecting of finding one another in the bathroom. 
“Hyuck? What the fuck are you doing in the bathroom?” 
“Uhhh,” Donghyuck desperately racks his head back and forth for a reason, any kind of reason. “Taking a shit?”
No, he was not taking a shit. Obviously.
You feel a whole whirlwind of emotions hit you suddenly, it strikes at your chest, your heart, before it tingles and moves to your fingers, where you squeeze Donghyucl's birthday present, before it moves onto your feet, as you take one step. 
That's as far as it goes, however, and you stop very awkwardly in the middle of the bathroom. There's no point in stopping now, he's right here, you both have nowhere to go, and really it's now or never. 
You take another step, and another, and before you know it, you're kneeling and plopping down next to Donghyuck. 
It's awkward, at least you think it is. You don't dare look at your best friend, afraid that the moment you do, you'djust blurt out how much you love him. 
Donghyuck, however, feels nothing but longing towards you. He longs for you, after weeks of ignoring you. But he doesn't let himself, it's his fault, he should deal with the consequences himself. 
"Um—happy birthday!" You blurt out, and stick out your hand with the birthday present in it. It alarms Donghyuck, only for a moment, before he reaches out to it with a grin. You missed his smile. 
Instantly, Donghyuck has an urge to unwrap it, to see what it is and treasure it with his whole being, to thank you and hug you and finally just be normal with you once again. 
And so he rips open the wrapping paper, finding a snow globe sitting in his palm now. Donghyuck's heart follows each and every artificial snowflake floating about in the glass, swelling and swirling at the gift. 
You're nervous for Donghyuck's reaction, seeing him gape at the globe with such wide eyes. Did he not like it? Was it too much? Maybe he wanted to get a snow globe himself. 
But, it's nothing short of perfect to him. It's got a polar bear in it, with a santa hat and a christmas tree only half its size, there's nothing in it he could ever point out as a flaw. 
"Thank you," Donghyuck finallu breathes out, "fuck, this is perfect—thank you so much, Y/n, really." 
"I, uh, wanted to put a picture of us, but I didn't know how to do it so I bought a normal one instead" For the second time that night, Donghyuck's heart goes into a frenzy, just at the sight of your smile of pure happiness and eyes of relief. It pains him to think you could doubt yourself over something as silly as a present. You shouldn't ever worry about what you do to him, he's going to love you no matter what. 
The atmosphere lifts a little but after that, as you both shyly smile at the situation. 
However, it's not a clear sky just yet. There are grey clouds in the way, grey clouds you can't simply ignore. 
And at those clouds, you ought to curse at. You haven't brought an umbrella, or a raincoat, even if you knew it was gonna rain. Here you are, sitting in the shade, knowing that if you step out, it'll start pouring. 
But at that, you say fuck it! May it be a drizzle worth of rain, a hailstorm, heck a blizzard couldn't stop you. 
"Hey, Hyuck?" You take a step out of the shade. 
He simply hums back, gaze never leaving the snow globe. 
You take a deep breathe, feeling the first droplet of rain on your skin. "Did… did I do anything?"
And when Donghyuck whips around at you with a shocked expression, you feel the winds of confusion kicking in, growing stronger as he rapidly shakes his head and denies it quickly. "What? No, it's just a snow globe,"
"No, no," You can't help but chuckle at his panicked tone, leaning your hand on your palm. "Not that. Just in general, you know?"
In comes heavier rain, feeling so weighted against your skin. It's cold, harsh, and wet, but you know it's going to be worse. 
"If I'm doi g anything wrong, please don't keep it in, please tell me," Your words do more than just surprise Donghyuck, a stinging guilt pains him. Is this what you've been thinking about the whole time he's been gone? 
"If I'm making you uncomfortable in any way, tell me. If I did something, tell me my mistake." Your voice is laced with more than hurt, or guilt, it has fear, desperation, and Donghyuck wants to punch himself because of all this.
You can't bring yourself to look at Donghyuck, just merely talking to  him about the things you've been worried about is already a whole hurricane for you ti deal with, to fight. "If I'm lacking in any way, tell me what I'm lacking. Just please, tell me, Hyuck. You're one of the most important people in my life and I don't want to hurt you or make you feel bad in any way—" 
“—Shut up and look at me!"
You hadn't even noticed Donghyuck calling out to you, not until he's grasped your hands in his, inteetwinign your fingers together. 
"God, Y/n, I'm sorry. I made you think the exact opposite. I…" Donghyuck's sentence trails off, and before he knows it, he feels himself choking up once again. Just at the sight of you, so desperate, sorry for nothing, feeling bad, he can't get himself to say anything.
Despite that, he tries, shifting on the floor to face you, "Remember when we met? Two years ago, at Renjun's birthday party? Remember what I first said to you?"
It takes you a moment, but you do remember, how could you ever forget?
'You got some moves! Do you have a phone number too?'
Just by the look on your face, Donghyuck knows you remember. "I still stand by my words."
"...I got good dance moves?"
"Wha—No! After that,"
"...I have a phone number?"
"Oh my fucking god, no. I mean what I meant in general. Like—I was hitting on you," Realization rushed in you, and it hits you like a truck once the words roll off Donghyuck's tongue and register in your brain. Lee Donghyuck was hitting on you. 
Donghyuck's heartbeat beats in his ears, terrifyingly loud, and his insides twist in fear and anticipation as he mumbles, "I... I fucking love you, Y/n. I love you so much it hurts, and it terrifies me."
"At first, I just thought friends would be enough. But then we became best friends, which I thought would be better, but god was I wrong. Realizing your feelings for your best friend is crazy, because you're scared of every little thing they do! When you asked me what I wanted for my birthday, you... I just really wanted to kiss you right then and there. When you gave me a hug when I had a bad day, I was so afraid that I would accidentally blurt out the words 'I love you', and when you started looking at me differently, longingly, I realized that I had been ignoring you without realizing. And I feel like an absolute bitch about it. I'm so sorry, for everything. For making you feel terrible just because I was being a fool, for neglecting you, and being an asshole and... and for my feelings. I understand if you feel weirded out, or disgusted, or anything, really. I'm just sorry." 
The storm you once thought you'd try fighting away is now drying away, replaced by nothing but the sun after the storm, absolute gid and relief waving over you at his words. 
Donghyuck looks so fucking ethereal right now, blushing shyly as he stares at the snow globe you gifted him, and as much as he feels embarassed, there's nothing in him telling him to stop holding your hands. He's holding them so dearly, running the pads of his thumb over your skin, his touch warm and comforting. 
"Hyuck," You mumble softly. He doesn't look up. "I think I love you too, Hyuck." 
In an instant, Donghyuck's head whips up to stare at you, blinking repeatedly and mouth gaping continuously at you. 
"Wait—fuck, wait really?!"
You laugh at Donghyuck's shocked expression, leaning forward to bump your forehead against his shoulder. 
"Wait—no—Y/n don't play with me. You love me?!"
"Yes, Donghyuck!"
"Fuck, wait, you said you think you love me. Do you love me or not?"
"Oh my god, I love you! I love you, okay? I don't think your feelings are weird, I think it's dope,"
Donghyuck still continues to gape at you, with what seems like the whole galaxy in his eyes, staring at you as if you were his sun and moon and stars and every beautiful thing out there.  
Donghyuck gently shurgs you off his shoulder, before he automatically finds his hands on your skin, caressing your face ever so dearly. The look in his eyes do not change, nor do they falter, desperately staring into yours. 
"Are you sure you love me?" 
You lean forward to bump your forehead against his, "One hundred percent. You sure you love me?"
Donghyuck shifts to brush your noses together, and you can practically feel his grin against yours. "One hundred percent,"
With that, Donghyuck's lips lock with yours, so softly you feel almost lightheaded. His hands on your face still trace their ways through each inch to your jaw and neck, memorizing each part of you. Donghyuck's lips feel soft, taste of birthday cake you can only assume is from when he blew the candle earlier. 
Each peck, each push and pull of your lips feel almost like a dream, but the small smiles and occasional laughs bring you back to reality. 
When you pull away, Donghyuck instantly brings you into his arms, planting kisses on every free spot he can find on your cheeks 
"When did you realize you love me?"
You hum at the question, "Few months ago."
"All those weeks I've wasted… pining over something I already had?!"
"I quite like it, it adds to the yearning, don't you think?"
Donghyuck only huffs, bringing you closer to him. 
"Oh right, speaking of all those weeks we've wasted, care to fill me in on those weeks?"
"What should I tell you?" Donghyuck mumbles, pulling your fingers between his. He reaches down to press a kiss to each of your knuckles. 
"Tell me everything?"
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ALPHA! 0T7 (YOONMIN CENTRIC) X OMEGA!CHUBBY! READER A/B/O - SUGAR DADDY AU
CHAPTER 11 (5.5k words)
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“Give us the most popular donuts you have please, a box of six”.
I stand awkwardly behind Jimin and Jungkook as they observe with excitement the delicacies that get chosen one after one, head bent down to hide from all the eyes settled on our group.
I should’ve known that this would happen, only blind people wouldn’t give a shit about our unconventional trio, it’s enough to have all my newly acquired confidence fade away with every unblinking eyes on my form.
It’s like I did one step forward only to go three steps backwards next, I feel incredibly out of place by their side in this public space where Instagram models come to take pretty pictures before eating three bites of something they’re going to put in the trash to avoid putting on too much weight.
Jungkook turns back to gaze at me when I remain silent for too long and smiles at me, a smile I mimic to the best of my abilities, sweaty hands hidden within the large pockets of the jeans I’m wearing. I’ve got to hand it to Jimin, he’s a hero for not giving us the uselessly small or fake ones.
After trying on all the clothes the alpha had put in the changing room for me, clothes that they both insisted I keep at all cost because they apparently looked like they were made for me - I believe my heart swelled twice its size with pride under their compliments - they then proceeded with selecting one particular outfit from the lot that they wanted me to wear for what was to be a date for the three of us.
I thought that would be it, but they continued with styling my hair after asking me for permission while Maggie would put some makeup on my face, just something delicate so that I would feel up for the outing.
She looked like she could see my fragility with her eyes closed and hence was very gentle with me, her voice assuring me that I looked beautiful many times, as if she knew that I was completely out of my comfort zone.
I nearly cried out of disbelief many times at her sweet words but willed the tears away with desperation, though she could see it all, obviously. She looked heartbroken upon seeing the impact her words had on me and so, she couldn’t help herself when she gave me a big hug when it was time to part ways and even made me promise to come see her again soon, it made Jimin very happy.
I would be lying if I said that my heart didn’t hurt from how good she was to me. From one woman to another, there’s a type of healing that I couldn’t get from any other source, her sincerity truly touched my soul.
But despite all this, I can still feel myself on edge from the meltdown I had at work and to be confronted to this staring from others so soon, I can’t say that I’m fully at ease because I’m used to the insults that always follow up, to the sneers, I’m used to people looking down on me and this doesn’t seem any different from what I’m usually forced to endure nearly every day.
I honestly don’t want to put up a wall, I don’t want to have to lock my emotions away to avoid getting hurt, not during what is supposed to be a fun afternoon. Maybe this is just me being paranoid, but I feel like I can guess what these strangers are thinking about just by glancing at them - they all think that I don’t belong with Jimin and Jungkook.
Will I one day manage to make it out of that endless circle of weak self-confidence? It feels like a futile wish out of my reach, pretty clothes don’t change the soul so how do I learn to love myself in my most vulnerable state in a genuine way? Is it even possible?
“Are you okay?” I hear Jungkook ask me all of a sudden in a whisper and I raise my eyes to meet his own before nodding my head, they were so excited about this so I don’t want to ruin the mood. “Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry”.
Unconvinced, he nods nonetheless and thanks the worker once all the donuts in a box, but instead of making a move to get us to a table, he makes us reach an empty corner of the shop to free up the counter and then shares a look with Jimin in what appears to be a silent conversation that makes me tense up because I’m not part of it, I don’t know what’s going through their mind right now and it’s nerve-wrecking.
My eyes flicker between the two of them, uncertainty clashing with my growing discomfort, because what’s going on? Is there something wrong that I’m not aware of? Would they have had a better time without me? Can they already tell? Are they regretting this outing now that we’re here?
It’s so easy to jump to the worst conclusions, it’s especially bad when I’m feeling so vulnerable but it’s impossible to stop, my brain creates these scenarios so quickly that I can only endure them with my feet glued to the ground, it would be so easy to run away and avoid facing the truth that might not even be as bad as I’m imagining it to be.
My soul is a battleground in which I feel like I’m losing all the time and I don’t know how to change that reality of mine.
A hand presses over the middle of my back and I startle before looking up at Jimin who smiles at me with his usual gentle eyes, there’s much more understanding in his orbs than I would like to see. I don’t like being so obvious, I don’t like that they can read through my insecurities so easily.
“How about we go eat these somewhere where there will be less noise and people? The weather is great today so we should make the most out of it. We could find a spot by the river nearby, what do you think?” he asks with a hopeful voice, and while I know why he offered that option, it still sounds much lovelier to me than the thought of staying here.
“That sounds great to me, Jimin, the smell of sugar is intense here and it’s numbing my sense of smell, I would definitely prefer leaving this place if possible” I answer softly and upon hearing that additional information that they had no way of knowing, it seems to secure the new plan, we will not stay here.
With Jimin’s hand still on my back, he starts guiding me towards the exit door and it doesn’t escape my attention that Jungkook is once more acting as a wall between myself and the sea of people sat in the donut shop, is it his role of the day?
Jungkook the Wall 2.0, incredibly loyal and equipped with a growl to scare off any potential dangers. There’s only one like him in this world and he’s right by my side.
We make it outside of the busy shop and after one glance at the sky, the younger alpha’s excited smile returns to his face as we start making our way to his car, his eyes back on me with a glint sparkling in them.
“Y/N? Could I possibly take some pictures of you once we’re at the river? You just look so beautiful and I know the result would be absolutely perfect, I can already imagine you standing all pretty in front of the water and- gosh it’s giving me shivers. I could send one to the pack and I could show you pictures of them too, maybe we could even tell you a little about them!” he chirps out with literal stars shooting out of his orbs, like he’s got the whole scene played out in his head like a movie.
But he hasn’t even finished talking that an overwhelming fear rushes in from my feet up to the top of my head and I freeze where I am, Jimin’s hand leaving my back as he keeps walking causing him to turn around with confusion when he realizes that I’ve stopped, but it soon gives place to alertness when he catches my scent going from slightly watery to full on rotten.
Having Jungkook mention taking pictures of me feels like molten lava poured right over my head and I stare at the ground with trembling legs while my heart spreads angry thunder through my whole body, shockwaves that bounce and follow along my nerves with each thud against my ribcage.
I hate seeing myself in pictures with a vigor that few could understand and it doesn’t take a genius to see it on my face, my own scent is like a betrayer as it reveals just how bad his idea makes me feel, by the same occasion worsening my emotional state because of its disgusting spoiled odour.
“I… erm, I uh- I could take pictures of you if you want but I’m not sure if I could- it’s just that- shit, I’m not- you don’t- damn it, why can’t I just get it out?” I get angry at myself when I fail to explain to him that I don’t want anything to do with being in a picture, my thoughts are all a mess and I shake my head in annoyance while they both hurry back to my side.
Jimin and Jungkook’s scents of cedarwood and hazelnuts push out immediately in response to my panic and it doesn’t take long before the older alpha bends down to my height, his eyes searching mine intently before he nods softly, his hand reaching over my arm and squeezing lightly to ground me before he tries to reassure me with his soothing voice.
“It’s okay sweetheart, you don’t have to explain yourself, we won’t take pictures if you don’t want to, no pictures, I promise. We’ll sit by the river, we’ll relax and we can tell you about the others if it’s something you want, and if it’s too soon, we’ll find something else to talk about, or we don’t talk at all, we can do that too, you’re fine” he shushes me gently while Jungkook stands jittery at the side, regret all over his face, he wasn’t expecting that reaction at all.
I find the strength to nod back at him, relief that this didn’t have to be complicated filling me in even waves. “Y-yeah, okay, no pictures” I repeat in a murmur before inhaling deeply to calm my wild heartbeat, Jimin’s scent just as soothing as home has become while Jungkook’s helps ground me into safety.
Can I give them at least one single day where I don’t have to be such a big mess? Am I like this because my closing off from others for two long years led me to actually hide from myself as well? I protected myself the only way I could, but did that keep me from healing properly?
I’m starting to rethink everything I thought I knew, the three alphas I’ve met so far have shown me that my hiding was not beneficial for me at all and I don’t know how to feel about this realization.
“Come, let’s reach the car first” Jimin says softly and when his hand makes it to my back again to spur me into movement, I don’t resist the push, eyes falling on every little rocks at my feet with each step I make to avoid meeting their gaze.
I link and squeeze my fingers together, do I feel shame? Guilt? It should be easy to accept being taken in picture, most people would love Jungkook’s attention, but that concept only brings back all those memories when I gradually started hating seeing myself more and more and it has not gotten better with time, that much I can see.
I haven’t taken a picture of myself in many years now, I don’t need to see what it is that others see when they look at me from another source than a mirror, that one does enough damage as it is.
I stop myself from rubbing my face at the last second when I remember the makeup that Maggie was sweet enough to put on me and instead clench my hands into fists before standing by the back door of the car, I don’t want to sit at the front this time.
Am I overreacting? I’m sure I look pitiful right now but I can’t ignore the way I’m feeling, no matter how much I want to. I truly felt threatened when I heard that a picture could be taken of me, someone could’ve put a knife against my throat and I wouldn’t have panicked as much as I did for something so banal.
“You want to sit at the back?” Jimin asks softly, the answer is obvious but he still wants to make sure and when I nod my head in response, he makes a small noise from the back of his throat before opening the door for me. He waits until I’m in before closing it and I frown at my lap in deep confusion as he sits in front of me while Jungkook takes the driver’s seat.
They’re not complaining, they’re not making me feel bad for the reaction I had, they’re not trying to convince me, they’re not making me feel as if my feelings are not valid and it’s taking me aback.
“... aren’t you disappointed with me?” I can’t help but ask in the heavy silence of the vehicle, eyes unable to look up from my hands, inhales of their scents confirming that they in fact aren’t, it doesn’t feel normal to me.
“What? Why would we be? You informed us of a limit that you have and we respect that. If your well-being is affected by you being in a picture, then your saying no to that only means that you’re looking out for yourself, there’s nothing wrong with that. Anyone that acts disappointed because you’re stating your boundaries only care about themselves, that’s not how we are” Jungkook answers simply while starting the engine, it takes me a moment to fully process his words.
“Jungkook is right, darling. You should never be afraid of saying no, and do not ever feel like you have to say why unless you really want to. If anything, I’m feeling proud of you for letting us know that it was not okay with you, it must not have been easy. You respected yourself enough to speak up and that’s all that matters to us” Jimin adds confidently, like this should be basic knowledge.
They both wait for a moment to see if I’ll say anything else but when I remain silent, the rumbling of Jungkook’s moving car fills the air instead to take us to the river that will hopefully make this afternoon better.
It’s all too much to take in for me in such a short amount of time, such respect of my desires so unknown to me that I don’t know what to say.
How do you reply to that? With a thank you? It could work, but it doesn’t feel enough, are they even aware of what they’re offering me? I feel like they don’t quite understand the extent of it, they’re allowing me a liberty of expression that I was denied for most of my life without making a big deal out of it.
The ride happens in silence while I breathe in warm cedarwood and nutty hazelnuts along with the sugary treats, eyes on the window that offers a glimpse here and there of the river as we get closer, and I have to admit it, nature will surely do me the greatest good.
I’m always inside, either at work or locking myself at home like it’s a self-made prison, so this large space, this freedom, it removes a pressure from over my chest, and maybe it’s all in my head, but even breathing feels like it’s becoming easier.
Why have I denied myself so much for so long? Because I felt like I didn’t deserve it?
“We’ve arrived, look how pretty it is outside, Y/N” Jimin muses as he points forward as we near the parking area where begins a series of trails that cut through the park following the river.
There appears to be many people here already, many of them sat in groups on blankets on the grass to have picnics or to relax with their partner and partners or even to spend some alone time, but since the open blue sky is spreading over our heads, it’s not suffocating.
I open my window to have access to the fresh air while Jungkook finds a free spot for his car and it’s a wave of pure oxygen that floods my lungs instantly while the songs of birds echo in the trees, like they’re making it their personal mission to offer a nice ambiance to the people visiting their home.
“I’ve never been here before, it looks beautiful” I murmur once the car’s engine turned off, belt taken off so I can step out of the vehicle while they do too, Jimin faster than I am when he joins me at the back to welcome me with a smile before he closes the door for me.
“There’s a first time to everything, I’m sure you’ll love it here. There might be a lot of people at times but it’s very calming and peaceful, no one’s loud or bothering others on purpose, that’s why we like to come here when we have some free time” he explains while we wait for Jungkook to join us with the box of donuts in hands, a wide smile on his face, the outside air will be good for all of us.
I hum at his words and observe as Jungkook reaches us with a small jump to his steps, it’s like this morning never happened at all when I see him like this and I like it, it’s nice to not be reminded of it whenever he stares at me.
“But there are singers and musicians sometimes, maybe we’ll stumble upon good ones today! The last time we came here with the whole pack, Hoseok couldn’t stop laughing because the singer’s voice would break all the time, the group didn’t stay for long because of him and he felt terrible but he couldn’t help it at all” Jungkook adds with a grin and I purse my lips to avoid snorting, it shouldn’t be funny… but it kind of is.
“Maybe the singer had a bad day? I’m sure overworking your voice can’t be too good, maybe we’ll see them today?” I let out as I glance around us to see if I could find anyone that looks like a band, they both chuckle with a nod of the head, the optimism in my voice and slowly taking place on my face letting them know that coming here was indeed a good choice.
“Maybe, who knows? I guess we’ll find out if they’re here whether it really was a bad day or if it’s their natural voice” the young alpha chirps before freeing up one hand to hook one arm with mine, and when Jimin does the same with my other one, I feel a giggle bubble out of my lips as we start walking slowly towards the start of the path leading to the different sections of the grassy land.
As we walk, I look around me with intrigued eyes, curious of what surrounds us, of what the people are doing, what food they’re eating, what books they’re reading, my first thought isn’t even that people could be staring at me and I wonder if it has to do with how open this place is.
Here, it doesn’t feel like we catch anyone’s attention and it’s a welcomed feeling. They’re already busy with the people they love, they occupy themselves with hobbies, they close their eyes to rest, there’s no need to impress, no need to judge, everyone came here to have a good time and they couldn’t care less about others.
I take in a deep breath to fill my lungs, and all I can smell are the two alphas proudly standing by my sides with a bright smile on their face, the grass and the water. This is the kind of atmosphere that I didn’t know I needed, the kind of comfort I didn’t know I craved.
Children come running our way with happy laughter as they play together and Jimin pulls Jungkook and I aside with his arm still around mine to avoid an accident when he notices that they show no sign of slowing down or even simply looking in front of them, the four of them completely lost in their little world.
But from the unexpected movement, both for the tall alpha and myself, I end up tripping on my foot with a yelp and I close my eyes tightly, my mind convinced of my verdict when it tells me that this is it, I will die, especially when Jungkook’s feet bump against mine only to make him lose his balance behind me as well.
Jimin tries to catch us but miserably fails when his heel steps on a spot of slippery mud and we fall down like dominoes, one piece after the other until we’re all grunting on the ground, the impact of our bodies hitting the grass not a painful one, thankfully, it was simply unexpected.
And then I hear it, the gasp of a broken heart.
“No! The donuts!”.
I raise my head to have a look at the opened box that’s resting on the ground and find there, right on the rocky trail that now feels so far away, three of the six donuts the alpha had bought.
It’s only too reminiscent of my last Friday when I too had dropped my two plates only to end up crying on the sidewalk, a culmination of disappointment and tiredness that had made me reach my limit, but right at this moment, in this happy environment, I can’t resist the laughter that slips past my lips, loud and unrestrained as it grows with every passing seconds.
Jimin and Jungkook both stare at me with wide surprised eyes, this is the first time they hear me laugh like this and their hearts and souls are already bursting with joy to see me in this state, and while the loss of three donuts is a very sad thing to the younger alpha because he really wanted to eat two pastries, this is a much better compensation than he could have ever dreamed of.
I can’t find the strength to stop now that I’ve started and when tears gather at my eyes before falling down my cheeks only to be followed by me snorting like a pig, my amusement doubles up and I cry out with my arms hugging my hurting stomach, which causes Jimin’s giggles to transform into louder cackles, his body dropping back to the ground besides me after failing to sit up while Jungkook stares at us with delight all over his face.
“You’re laughing! You’re laughing over the death of three donuts!” he exclaims just to admire the result when I slap my thigh with another cry, I can’t feel anything else but my painful jaw muscles and abs, it really hurts, yet I’ve never felt more alive at the same time and it’s a liberating thing, every giggles rocking through my body covering years of pain, could the inner bruises slowly taking place cover some old pain for a while?
I barely hear the voices of children apologizing awkwardly before Jungkook forgives them and sends them off after telling them to be more careful, all I know is that Jungkook complains once more with a swear and I roll to my side with roaring laughter that sends Jimin to the ground a second time.
When my laughing spree finally starts fading into soft giggles, I wipe my eyes with my hands, unsure of what the makeup must look like right now but not caring enough to find out and stare at the wide blue sky gracing my sight instead, it sure is pretty, I never really took the time to pay attention before.
Jimin eventually manages to calm down too and together, we gaze at the sky in content silence while Jungkook cleans up the lost donuts with a smile on his lips.
Three have survived, he can’t have everything all the time and that was apparently the price to pay to have this session of laughter happen. He would do it all over again without any regrets if he had the choice, he already misses the sound of my laugh.
We hear a grunt after a minute and I turn my head to find Jungkook lying down with us in the grass, his creased eyes meeting mine before we both look up when Jimin sighs happily. “Oh man, my body really hurts, I don’t think I’ll be able to stand up again after that”.
I hum and nod my head, a hand over my stomach to feel it sore as well, when was the last time I laughed like this? I can’t even remember. “I know, I’ll probably have to spend the night here, I’m doomed”.
Jungkook huffs and turns on his side to glance at the two of us. “You’re so dramatic, you’ll be fine. We should find a better spot to spend the afternoon now before they all get taken so get up you two, I can give you a push if you want, Y/N, but Jimin will have to do it himself because he’s freaking heavy and I care about my back”.
I quirk an eyebrow at the man who just spoke while Jimin groans in denial, a sound that would make me laugh again if I wasn’t so disconcerted by his comment. If he thinks Jimin would hurt his back, then what about me?
“Jungkook, I’m sure you’d have less trouble helping Jimin, just look at us, it’s not hard to see” I mumble out, I’m obviously referring to our different size, he can’t miss what I’m trying to say but he seems intent on insisting when he shakes his head with his chin pointing at the pouting man who struggles sitting up by himself.
“You consider yourself pretty strong, right? Try to help him, pup, see for yourself”.
Jimin shoots me hopeful eyes and I frown before agreeing with a shrug. I do consider myself pretty strong, I have carried and lifted up rather heavy furniture and items over the past years so if he won’t do it, then I will, the poor alpha looks like he really needs the help.
I scoot over awkwardly before settling both hands under his back to give him a boost and when I push- “Holy… shit, Jimin!” I breathe out in disbelief when it suddenly feels like I got three bodies’ weight leaning over me, what the fuck!
My arms start to shake in mere seconds and Jungkook giggles at the sight before rising from the ground to pull Jimin by the hands, and to see even the strong alpha struggle until they’re both standing, it leaves me feeling completely lost, is he saying that every alphas are this heavy?
Is that why In-yeop would always insist I never try to catch him if he ever falls when he takes the ladder? I thought it was just to save his ego but he could actually kill me!
Jungkook huffs out a short breath to recover from the exercise and then stares down at me with a smirk. “Give me your hands, I’ll help you” he muses with the voice of someone who has won an argument but I quickly shake my head before trying by myself, a miserable attempt that doesn’t work when I remain on my back with a groan.
“Come on, sweet pup, don’t make me do it against your consent because I will if that’s what it takes to get you off the grass. Give me your hands” he says again with a warning this time and I pinch my lips in a sign of resistance, if he struggled with Jimin, then what is it going to be with me? I don’t want to find out!
Jungkook tilts his head back with a sigh and when my eyes fall on Jimin who stands at the side with an amused look over his face, his arms crossed over his chest to show that he is not going to take my side, the alpha uses that moment of inattention to grab my hands and in a matter of seconds, I go from on the ground to standing on my two feet like I weighted nothing.
Briefly disoriented, I gape at the man who dusts his pants completely unbothered, like this caused him no struggle at all and I am left even more lost, because again, what the fuck?
“Omegas are lighter than alphas so it doesn’t matter what size you are, darling, an alpha will always be able to lift you up” Jimin explains when I show no sign of recovering from my shock, that’s something I had never heard prior to now, how the hell does that work? It doesn’t make any sense!
My ex could never lift me up, he always sounded like he was dying when he would try in front of our friends to show off and he eventually stopped because of course, my gaining weight was not going to go in his favor. I thought betas were similar to alphas before but I can see such a huge gap between them now.
“And now that you know, you’d better not refuse my help again, alright? Our pack can handle you, no matter what it is about, we’re up for it” Jungkook muses proudly and… I’m starting to believe him now.
“And all this exercise made me hungry, let’s go find a free spot somewhere closer to the water so we can enjoy our donuts! And before another incident happens, I will cry if we lose our survivors” he adds before going off in one direction and I scratch the back of my neck before glancing at Jimin who offers me a smile and a hand.
“Shall we go? He’s going to grow impatient if we take too much time following him” he says softly and I find myself smiling back before giving him my hand without any hesitation, heart melting when he gently interlocks our fingers with a pretty light pink over his cheeks, which I’m sure is reflective of my own.
What Jungkook said, about us being second chance mates… I think I’m starting to feel it, deep within myself. There is no way I could trust someone that I just met to this extent, especially not with how much I have tried to resist them, yet I do.
The more I spend time with them, the more I can feel my trust, my hope, grow, and it feels right, like they deserve it. Is this the Moon Goddess’ way of telling me to accept them into my life? Is she trying to use my wolf against me to influence me faster?
I wish she could tell me why she couldn’t send me Jimin first, why did I have to be with my ex mate at all? Couldn’t she give me good mates right from the beginning? Maybe I wouldn’t have suffered so much then.
Oh well. They’re here now, I guess that’s all that matters. She was kind enough to let them become my second chance mates, I shouldn’t have such greedy thoughts. Maybe there was always a goal for all this suffering and I’m just following the plan that she prepared for me.
“Oh right, Jimin, does my makeup look weird? I’m not used to it so I rubbed my face earlier and I don’t know if I ruined the look by doing so”.
“It’s still fine, don’t worry. Maggie only uses waterproof makeup because she always cries on the job when she watches k-dramas, she doesn’t know that I know though so don’t tell her, it’s supposed to be her secret”.
We chuckle lightly before walking a little faster when Jungkook impatiently motions us over because we’re not fast enough, an eager finger pointing at the box of donuts he’s holding, he’s going to eat all three of them at this pace.
I sigh softly to myself, soul content with all that is happening right now. I think I could get used to this after all, spending time with them like this, laughing together and then holding hands, not oppressive but instead comforting, warm.
One small memory at a time doesn’t sound so bad anymore.
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kanmom51 · 10 months
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Thanks for all your work this past week! I was thinking that Letter really is the song that Jimin said he would want to sing to his love when he answered the question back in 2016. We've always thought of Serendipity and that's certainly a good one, but Letter is so real and personal, I think Serendipity is now the preface and Letter is the forever.
On that note, I've been wondering if the Jimin we see today - confident and so sexy - would have existed if the relationship with JK didn't happen. JK always told/tells him how beautiful, cute, handsome he is, and has beautiful eyes etc. Plus the confidence a great physical relationship can give someone doesn't hurt lol.
One other side note, do you remember that concert when JK said he didn't sleep the night before because he was nervous about something he was going to do? I can't find it but it felt like something really big, like a proposal? Sorry if I missed the answer somewhere.
Thanks again and I love your page, it's my encyclopedia.
Took me a while but I got to you @ftmom1060, lol.
Will start from the end. I think you mean JK said he was nervous so he didn't sleep, not that he was nervous about something he was going to do? What I do remember are these:
I love your take on Letter, as in:
"Serendipity is now the preface and Letter is the forever."
Love this!!
As for your thoughts about JM and who he is today. I think it's easy to assume that JM without being part of BTS since 2012 (pre-debut), and most definitely without having JK by his side ever since, would not have turned out the same as the JM we know today.
It's a given. The people in our lives as we are growing up and maturing have a profound impact on who we become, to go or to bad. And besides JK we also had other people around him with influence that impacted who JM is today.
As for JK, we have his early years at times hurtful teasing (not only JK's for that matter), and we have JK since 2015 doing everything he can to erase all the damage and uplift JM with compliments and kind words and support and defending him and speaking up for him with the others as well.
I am positive that JK's love, adoration, has a lot to do with JM's confidence today, but we do need to remember that our self image comes from within, and even when our loved ones flood us with compliments, if we don't believe this on the inside, it helps, but it's not enough to repair our own self image. So, yes, it obviously helped, I mean, who of us wouldn't want to be complimented constantly, in front of the whole world. Of course it had an effect on him. All I'm saying is that it had to be an internal process as well.
And of course, finding happiness, finding someone you love to bits and adores you right back, being loved by someone like that, it also gives you a sense of confidence.
It definitely helps to know you are loved. It definitley helps to be showered with constant compliments. It helps you build up your confidence, but the initial work has to come from within.
We heard from JM how he struggled through the pandemic. JK was by his side to love him and support him. But at the end of the day it's an internal process he had to go through to get out of the place he was in. I like to look at the lyrics of Like crazy:
This will break me This is gonna break me (Break me) No, don’t you wake me (Wake me) I wanna stay in this dream, don't save me Don't you try to save me (Save me) I need a way we (Way we) I need a way we can dream on (On, on, on)
That part there. It says it all. It's about being lost but not wanting the help offered by others to be found, not when you are not yet ready for it yourself. Once you are ready for it, that is when you will accept that help and help yourself as well.
So yes, JM most likely wouldn't be who he is today if not JK and what they are and mean to each other. But in saying that, let's not underestimate the work that JM has done on himself, how far he has come to be the confident mature young man that he is today.
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Karina x reader; reader is one of the other aespa leaders sister and is strictly off limits to the other members but Karina can’t help herself from having feelings for reader and reader feels the same way so they secretly start dating and readers sister finds out and she forbids them from seeing each other but she soon accepts it after noticing that both Karina and reader are sad and depressed
sorry if it’s too long bestie 😭
Hey bestie, sorry for making you wait, but the title "master of procrastinating" is something I'm proud of lol. Also, I want a secret love with Karina too🤭
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Karina X Fem!Reader
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Jimin knows well what it means to be the youngest and the oldest in a group of people: she's the youngest daughter in her family and the oldest member in Aespa. However, the sense of protection towards a younger sister is an unknown feeling for her; on the contrary Gigi knew it so well at that point. It was not a case the fact that the two of them had a huge fight over you...
But let's take a step back. Who are the characters of our story? Aespa members obviously, and also you, Giselle's younger sister. As her sibling, meeting the other girls, becoming their friends and spending time with them alone was only natural. But maybe having feeling for one of them was not in the plans.
Karina was fast in entering in your heart. Maybe It was because Gigi talked about you to her, but Rina seemed to know you perfectly since the first moment. She was not just an incredibly beautiful girl, she was also a splendid person inside. Always ready to cheer you up and making you have the time of your life.
On the other hand, you completely took over Jimin' mind. The fact that you were so kind, fun and supportive in such a natural way made Karina think about you 24/7. But thinking was not enough for her, so you two started to hang out more and soon the hangouts became dates.
Now, all of this sounds awesome, right? Yes and not. Even if Karina was just following her heart, her mind was telling her that it was wrong. Aeri clearly told them that you were off-limits for them. For her you were still a child, and one of her best friend dating HER child was just unacceptable.
Rina tried to interrupt the dates, but you two were too whipped to each other to really do something about it, so you just chose the worst option: dating secretly. You and Jimin really tried her best to be sneaky on it and it was kinda working for a period of time, but sometimes just a breath of wild is enough to destroy a Castle of cards.
In fact one day you and Rina were in her room, just cuddling and having a nice time, when out of nowhere you simply started to make out. The problem is that you were not alone at their dorm..."Hey Jimin, did you see the last episode of...WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?", Gigi shout so loudly making you two shake in fear.
"Go out, NOW!", she ordered to you, making you basically run away from their dorm. "And you, Jimin, you are a Snake. Using my sister in that way...you make me sick! Don't talk to her ever again!", she was furious with Karina, her screams could be heard in all the building.
The next weeks were...so tense and sad. Both you and Rina tried to explain the situation to Aeri, telling her that you two really loved each other, but she didn't want to listen to any reason, making you so upset and the leader so sad. You then decided to not speak to your sister and Karina left to Ning the lead of the group until she was able to do it again.
However over time, doubts started creeping in Giselle's mind, wondering if maybe she had been too quick in judgement. And soon the doubt become the truth, knowing the both you and Rina cried every night about that story. She had to do something about it.
You were talking on the phone with one of your best friend, Somi, when you heard knocking on the door of your room, before seeing your sister came in. "Hey, sis, what are you doing?", she said, trying to sound casual about it. "I'm talking with Somi, did you want to ban me to talk to her too?", you rudely answered her. Oh boy, you were still so angry. "No, sis, listen, I just want to talk to you...I have something to say", she softly spoke, coming to see on your bed next to you.
Gigi hardly remembers you hugging her so tightly like when she gave you the permission to date Karina again. And also, it was a first time seeing Jimin so affectionate like when she met you again after all that time. Karina was holding you like you were the important thing in her life...and probably you were.
Seeing you two hug look at each other made Aeri fell only more guilty. Maybe it was time to apologize. "Sis, I'm sorry...you are old enough to decide who date", she said, on the verge of crying. "And Jimin, I'm sorry for the horrible things I said to you...just...treat her nicely and give her a lot of love, she's still my baby sister after all", she added, starting to sob.
You two ran to hug her and stayed in that position for a while, making her calm down. It was just a nice and wholesome moment of reconciliation. Soon the sad period became something to joke about, a fun memory, because now all was in the perfect place.
You and Jimin were openly dating, well, maybe not open to Dispatch and the media, but at least you didn't have to hide from your own sis. It was nice for Karina to finally hold you in the dorm without the fear of Gigi, even if she still insisted in not wanting to see you two kiss. And talking about Gigi...how funny that soon she started to date Somi.
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Finally it's done, bestie. I hope you like it, maybe it's more angst than fluff, but at least we have a good ending, right?🙈❤️
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Ara Ara
I’m just popping in to “clear” a debate, as i said before it’s exhausting to write long posts but my hands itch to write something anytime i see stuff going on. One of the reasons why it’s always better to be in the “not sure” zone instead of completely denying something that one may not even have knowledge about. Let’s get started shall we? 
So Jimin, precious Mimi, beautiful Jimim, my beloved child (he’s older than me but shush) came live yesterday to share his emotions with us about his amazing achievement, his well deserved achievement, the slap on the face of haters who instead of working on making their favs rise to some level they decided to invest time and energy into trying to make other people win just to not only fail but let down their own favs 🤦🏻‍♀️ Well Jimin said “Fuck all your opps” anyways so
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Now i don’t want to focus on the part where you can oh so very clearly hear a “ 빨리가“ at the very beginning (Surprisingly enough this girl actually understands some Korean don’t underestimate her) i wanna be realistic here, while i’ve seen some people wondering if they’ve heard a ppo-ppo sound i honestly don’t think so at all, i’m sticking with the the first one and the lights situation going on too but even that i’m not gonna focus too much on it, and for reference : 
Moving on to our main subject which is the gaming chair, or chairs in that case
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And as my bestie said and i quote “It doesn’t mean anything yet Jimin grabbed the phone like a hot potato“ i mean chile why would he panic, it’s just a chair right? WRONG! 
Just to clarify, for people who may have thought that was JK’s chair from the studio, Jimin’s chair is an Arena and JK’s chair is an Akracing.. With an Arena cushion 👀
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Well the point is no it’s not the chair from the studio but does that change the fact that Jimin has a second GAMING chair? No. Well, yes and no, lemme explain. 
“It’s just a second chair he could be having one for if friends come over” key word here: IF. You may or may not know that there’s this unspoken rule where, despite having a spare chair or even 10 spare chairs, they don’t go with the setup, they go to a storage room or the garage or wherever you can put it away and take it out when needed, because why tf would there be a second or third chair chilling out there when the possibility of having gamer friends coming over is always questionable. 
Speaking of gamer friends, have y’all seen a gamer in real life? they don’t even need to be in the same place everybody plays from home and they chat through their headsets. No matter how rich you are or how much you can afford expensive gaming chairs, a gaming set up is precious to its owner, one just doesn’t mess up with their set up, if you’re alone, you game alone, you put ONE chair. If you do happen to have a spare chair and a gamer friend decides to visit you THEN whip out the chair from where it was stored if you don’t have a spare one, the friend can literally sit anywhere, on the floor for all i know who tf cares. 
Now i’ll be sharing this link with y’all so you can check it out yourself, just not to say that i picked out what i wanted or what fit the narrative and left out the rest : 
See how gorgeous the set ups are? See how very expensive looking they are? (Well as a matter of fact they ARE expensive) See how neat they are? Notice something? Well actually you’ll notice two things :
1- Almost all of the setups have one chair like this one : 
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And where you can’t see the chair are tinier desks that can so very obviously fit one chair 
2- The three setups that are designed for a “pair” are the following ones : 
“Side-by-Side Couple PC Setup“
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“His and Hers Wall-Mounted PC Setup“
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“Father-Son Star Wars Gaming Room”
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Notice something in common there? Basically all the “pair” setups are meant for two or more people who game and are living under the same roof, a couple, siblings, or parents-kids. Mind you even if you do have a partner but they don’t game, your setup will NOT be a “pair” setup, as i said above, those are precious, they’re almost sacred lol there’s an aesthetic to them, there’s a whole architecture going on there, so we’re not messing that up by adding a random second chair for a friend or friends who are barely there. 
Do whatever the fuck you want with this information, but i hope that with this added “knowledge” people would stop with their “that’s not a big deal” bullshit, i see you, that one person who posted that lame ass excuse on Twitter. With that being said.. STREAM FACE!!! 
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foxymoxynoona · 1 year
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Tell Me What Changed Part 10 A
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Banner and lines by the talented @awrkive
Summary: Alex and Jungkook have been best friends since childhood –actual best friends. She is NOT in love with him, for real, and wishes people would stop assuming that. Why does no one question if he’s in love with her? Huh? But it might have to do with his successful fuckboy status, while Alex is very much… not that. Which is fine and doesn’t matter! Until Jimin’s impending wedding leaves her eager for a date and willing to put herself out there, and Jungkook can’t believe what happens next.
Fuckboy Best Friend JK x OC
CW and tags: fuckboy behavior, jealousy, pining, heartbreak, angst, bad language, explicit sex, sexy photos, alcohol, f2l, who knows what else
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Jungkook had seen the venue that morning. He was wearing a tux. He’d been along for the ride emotionally for the whole planning over the last year. It wasn’t like he didn’t know going into it that this wedding was the fanciest thing he would ever be at. But still, there was something overpowering about the event when it was finally time. 
Or maybe he was nervous about other things.
No. No, it was the wedding, that was all.
He fidgeted with the cuffs of his shirt in his jacket sleeves as he, Jimin, and the other groomsmen waited in a lavishly decorated hallway for In’am to descend so Jimin could walk her into the ceremony, one of the customs In’am had wanted to preserve of Egyptian weddings.  
They had already taken pictures a couple of hours ago, already caught on film when Jimin had seen In’am in her wedding dress for the first time looking like a goddamn princess, that was the truth. The white and gold, the diamonds, the elegant fit, the graceful way In’am always had of moving, it left Jungkook wondering not for the first time if he’d been casually chilling with a true princess all this time. Jimin cried. Jungkook almost cried because his friend was crying. In’am glowed. It was nice to see your friends so happy.
Because of that, Jungkook had expected her appearance this time to be unremarkable. It was not. Jimin teared up again. He accused In’am of getting more beautiful in the last hour. In’am smiled and tenderly touched his face.
Jungkook cleared his throat and looked away at the intimate gesture. His whole body felt like a bag of bees. Nerves. He better not fuck up the wedding. That was all he was worried about. Seriously. Nothing else. That’s why it felt like he was moving through water with every wedding thing they did today, the ticking echo of a countdown clock in the background making the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. He just didn’t want to fuck up their wedding. Honest to god truth.
There was nothing else to be nervous about.
The wedding event had control of two giant ballrooms, one for the ceremony and one for the reception. Jungkook offered his arm to Ina’m’s younger sister –whom he had not slept with, just to be crystal clear– and followed along behind Jimin’s brother and In’am’s older sister down the central aisle. The sea of quiet chatter disappeared as a string quartet played something Jungkook couldn’t recognize now. He was focused on not stepping on his partner’s dress, but also he was scanning the faces.
She was here. She’d been at In’am’s henna night. He’d checked her instagram feed earlier because she was posting again but it was still just random cats and a fat squirrel terrorizing her dad’s bird feeder –which he sympathized with Baba more about now that he and Namjoon had their own squirrel problem. Nothing had been more gratifying than when he’d greased the pole and they’d watched through the window as the fuckers slid helplessly back down to the ground.
Greased the pole as in he put crisco on the bird feeder hanger, not… not that pole… that had nothing to do with squirrels obviously…
His thoughts were scrambled. He wasn’t seeing her but there were so many people. Hundreds of people. And it was hard to see everyone because the lighting was all fancy, shining a spotlight on the wedding party as they paraded down the aisle between the birch branches strung with fairy lights. Yes, he knew they were birch branches because there had been a whole thing about it. There had been a whole thing about every single detail of this wedding. If he ever got married, he did not want it to be this way.
But Jimin and In’am seemed happy despite all the battles with their family and that’s what mattered. It was easy to smile at them as they took their positions in front of the officiant. His work was done for now except to stand there and look handsome and happy for them, so he went back to scanning the elaborately decorated room for a single face while trying not to look like he was doing exactly that. 
She was here. She had to be here. 
He saw May first actually, next to Minxi who had brought her as her +1, and Rebekah, and then Alex! Wedged in between Rebekah and Sabina, a dip between her two taller friends. She was having to lean this way and that to see in front of the taller people in front of her. She was short! She should have sat close to the front, or on the aisle! He almost didn’t recognize her at first because she had a haircut. Bangs. Other than that, he couldn’t make out much about her from this distance but she was here and relief settled around him. 
Now he could relax and enjoy the wedding. The wedding was going on, and Alex was here, so everything was fine. He just hadn’t seen her in so long! Not since the arcade, except when he had waved as she she drove away for Thanksgiving with Hoseok’s family. 
Where, rumor had it, she had broken up with her boyfriend.
A whole ass two and a half weeks ago during which Jungkook hadn’t heard from her, and had been too chicken to ask anyone else to confirm what he thought May’s texts meant. No one else had said anything, but maybe no one else knew anything yet? Or they just weren’t telling him? It was fucked up, people should tell him that kind of thing without him having to embarrass himself by asking!
It wasn’t like Jungkook was just sitting around waiting for gossip though, he really had been busy, thank fuck. It kept him from being able to just sit around waiting for her call –not that he would have! Obviously! Just for her to say what? If he had anything to do with the breakup? Or if the end of that relationship at least meant they could be friends again, even if the breakup had been nothing to do with him, even if she just didn’t return his feelings? He felt like being humble about the possibility rather than admitting his hopes might make it more likely to be true. If he was humble about it, maybe that would make the better thing true.
She hadn’t dumped another guy for him, had she?
Had she?!
Was he just her go-to excuse for getting out of tough situations? She’d used the her grandma dying and her dog dying too many times, so ‘My friend is in love with me’ was her backup?
So no, no he had not just been sitting around waiting for her, even if his brain had found plenty of time to wonder and worry and panic in between.
Work had been busy for the holiday shopping season. He and Namjoon had tried to do some late fall house things instead of paying someone else to do it, like cleaning the gutters. There had been lots of last minute wedding things to do, and emotional support to lend Jimin and In’am, and a bachelor party last weekend that had taken two days to recover from. Plus he was an uncle now! Jinhyung’s baby was small and kinda weird looking but cute too, and he’d gone by a few times to visit or drop things off because his mom asked him to. 
See! So much going on! He had not just sat around thinking about Alex and if she was okay, and if the breakup had been really upsetting, and who was buying her ice cream, and whether he had anything to do with it. May wouldn’t tell him shit except for her cryptic out of the blue text: bye hoseok barely knew ye
Jimin and In’am shuffled around to sing the contract –a sweet one they had written together and read out now like personal vows, meshing wedding traditions in a way that Jungkook admired partly because they did it despite their families. Families shouldn’t have a final say.
Although maybe sometimes families should step the fuck up and say something if they noticed their son was in love with his friend; they could like, give him a nudge or something and help him figure it out sooner–
Whatever. His smile was sincere as he watched two people he loved take a moment to celebrate this official, legal, spiritual, and familial merging of their lives in front of hundreds of people, many of whom they barely knew. But they were happy. Different people liked different things. Different people took different paths in life.
His gaze drifted out to the audience again. Would Alex cry at something like this? She hadn’t cried at Namjoon’s wedding but that was a long time ago and she hadn’t liked the bride. He didn’t think she looked like she was crying. He couldn’t tell from the distance. Was she looking at him?! Or the couple getting married in front of him? He straightened his shoulders and stretched his neck and smoldered, just in case.
His attention returned to Jimin and In’am as they exchanged the rings, simple gold bands, their eyes shining brighter than any diamonds. In’am glowed when she looked at Jimin. He couldn’t see Jimin’s face but he could feel the same glow emanating from his posture. They loved each other deeply, exactly the kind of love you hoped for your friend. Jimin deserved that, and so did In’am. They were two of the best people he’d ever met.
Oh fuck he was crying! So much for looking cool. In’am noticed and smiled, which made him laugh awkwardly and lift a hand to wipe a tear, at which point he heard a sob from Taehyung in front of him.
“Are they crying?” Jimin asked and looked over his shoulder and laughed through his own tears. The bridesmaids were fine, but the groomsmen were crumbling as In’am’s brother took a deep gasping breath amid a stream of tears. In’am’s father, a big burly man with a stern face at all times, coughed and then loudly blew his nose. It earned a laugh at least in the near vicinity. 
“Why aren’t you crying yet?” Jimin jokingly asked his brother.
“I’m in shock she married you,” JImin’s brother answered and In’am laughed, Jimin laughed. Jungkook thought the laughter in the ceremony was one of the most important parts. The joy made the ceremony even more personal. Who cared that there were hundreds of semi-strangers watching you, if you could embrace laughter even in the height of an emotional moment like this? That’s the only way he’d ever make it through something formal like this. Only with someone he could laugh with.
Ahem.
The ceremony continued despite the brief pause. It felt simultaneously an eternity and too short. 
Jimin and In’am walked back down the aisle to cheers. Jungkook escorted In’am’s sister back, trying not to make it obvious he was looking at Alex when he passed but May had a shit-eating smile anyway. 
Jungkook was glad now that they’d already taken the wedding party photos and he didn’t have to roll right into that, but Jimin and In’am had some to take with their parents and immediately family so there was still a break before they’d do their grand entrance to the wedding party. 
“Want to go sneak and say hello?” Taehyung asked with an elbow in his ribs. 
“Double entrance?”
“You got something against DP?”
Jungkook snorted. How strange to not be in the gutter with Taehyung right now! The event organizer shouted after them not to wander off but Taehyung just kep walking; Jungkook promised her they were just going to get drinks and would be back before Jimin and In’am. She ran this thing with an iron fist and he was afraid of landing on the wrong side of her.
Jungkook would not have known where to go in the mob of guests moving from ceremony ballroom to the bigger reception room, but Taehyung seemed to know exactly where he was going. So Jungkook stuck close as they wound their way through the crowd, around the gloved waiters circling with hors d'oeuvres on silver platters, past the open bars opening under the judgmental glares of the contingent of In’am’s family who had lost the bid for a dry wedding. Jimin and In’am were pretending to pay for it so as not to start a war between the families but secretly it was Jimin’s parents who had insisted wines, beers, and champagnes must be available or it wasn’t a proper celebration.
Their group had curled around a standing table in the “mingling” area of the ballroom, packed in among big vases of more birch trees so that it was a bit dangerous to get anywhere without running face-first into a sharp stick.
Alex had her back to him, the table awkwardly high in front of her, which May seemed to be mocking her about. They all had drinks; Jungkook didn’t understand how they had escaped the ceremony hall so fast but his sense of time was all fucked up today. She had something in a martini glass and lifted it delicately from the too-high table but he couldn’t see her sip it. Even if she’d been facing him, he might have been too distracted by the way her burgundy dress clung to her body. Was that fucking velvet?! Her hair was down but curled, an unusual look for her; she always complained it didn’t hold curl and he wondered if she’d had it professionally done. She’d clearly dressed up. Damn, the dress was so fitted to her body–
On second thought, he grabbed Taehyung’s arm and said, “Hey, I’m going to get a drink, want anything?”
“Nah, line is too long.”
Jungkook didn’t care. Velvet, was she really wearing velvet? Had he seen that right? Did he care about velvet? Apparently he did. 
He turned tail and ran towards the bar in the far corner, but Taehyung was right that the lines were too long and now he didn’t want to actually be gone that long. So when a waiter walked by with white wine on a tray, he took one of those and doubled back and this time made himself continue forward towards the cluster of his friends even as he felt his heart start to race.
Maybe joining the table next to Alex was a stupid move, but it was the natural entrypoint to the group, so he tried to keep his attention instead on May and Minxi. They looked fine, casual, but not really close so if you didn’t know they were girlfriends you might not guess it. Was that on purpose or were they just not big on PDA? This was the first time Minxi had brought May to something; he hadn’t been around to hear her introduce May as her girlfriend. He wondered what had been more surprising, the girlfriend or that the girlfriend was Alex’s sister–
Yeah, who cared about them. Alex looked up at him with a little squeak, because of course she did, he was suddenly right beside her, and when he looked down at her he did first notice that she was wearing makeup and looked really pretty nice, he noticed that first. Her eyelashes looked really big. But something else also big caught his eyes, right down the low v of her cleavage; she even had a gold necklace with lots of little dangly things to make sure your eye went right down the front of her dress. As if you wouldn’t notice it on your own. 
“You look like plum wine,” he blurted out in an attempt to not say something worse. “Your eyelashes are nice.”
Alex stared for an eternity (one second) and then snorted right into a laugh. An Alex laugh. The most familiar laugh to him in the whole world and something inside of him healed just a smidge. She was laughing at him. Fuck, he’d missed her laughing at him. Endeared by the idiot she knew he was. Accepting of it. 
Was he reading too much into a laugh? Maybe.
“Hey, babe, your eyelashes look great too,” May said to Minxi. “Best eyelashes in the room.”
“Yours are ok,” Minxi returned, to May’s gasp, and Alex explaining to Jungkook, “The best part of this whole coming out thing is watching someone finally give May the shit she deserves. Boys were always too afraid of her, it was boring.” She sounded so casual that for a second Jungkook could believe the last six months hadn’t ever happened. It was just Alex, the same Alex as before except really fucking fancy right now. Fancy Alex. He wanted to pet her. Old Jungkook would definitely have pet her like a dog and she’d have pushed him away probably and he’d have teased her because why did she wear a dress like that if she didn’t want people stroking her–
Damn, it was going to be really hard not to touch that dress. It was begging to be touched. Right down her back, right over her ass– 
Alex caught his stair and grinned, “You like the sleeves?” She raised an arm and flapped it, showing how the fabric fluttered.
“Um… yeah, it’s nice.”
That seemed to have been the wrong answer; she glanced at him and looked a little sad, he thought? He couldn’t fucking tell. He couldn’t pretend to tell. Never in his life had he felt both so eager to understand what she was thinking and so hopelessly disconnected from her. Looks, gestures, words might all mean different things now than they used to. Or maybe they’d always meant different things than he’d understood because he’d always just been stupid and wrong and believed it was true when she would say for the hundredth time that obviously she was not in love with him.
  A tray of food appeared briefly in front of them and Jungkook grabbed whatever it was without looking and popped it in his mouth. Chewing gave him an obvious excuse to not say something; now he worried he looked weird to be in a conversation with just these three instead of the whole table, like he’d specifically come here for Alex’s attention. He hadn’t! (He had.) 
“For our wedding, I think we’ll give some people a Minus One,” Taehyung said, gesturing to Sabina, to whom he had proposed a week ago. “So like five people get to choose someone to disinvite from the wedding.”
Sabina covered her face and sighed, “You stole that joke from Twitter, babe…”
“What?! I would never!”
The awkwardness of it made everyone laugh but Taehyung didn’t look bothered at getting caught, just sipped the champagne Sabina must have already snagged for him. Namjoon booed Taehyung and then looked at something on Rebekah’s phone, and then nudged Yoongi’s shoulder to get him to look as well. 
So Alex had been hanging out with Yoongi at the table. Maybe they’d even been sitting near each other at the ceremony. Jungkook hadn’t bothered to look for anyone but her. He glanced at her, curious how that had gone, if she was as bothered as she had expected to be to attend without a date… as she seemed to be missing… He scanned the room just in case Hoseok actually was here, just getting Alex a drink or something. But she already had a drink, which she lifted and sipped again. And spilled a little on her chest. Jungkook pretended not to notice as she dabbed at it with a cocktail napkin. He’d do it for free….
“Um, how’s work?” she asked. It took him a second to realize she was talking to him, but she had to be because Minxi and May were suddenly whispering about something else and then May dragged Minxi off towards something and it was just the two of them standing there now on this side of the table. 
“Yeah. Uh, yeah, it’s good, it’s busy. Holiday season. How’s your um, phone plan working for you?”
She snickered, “It’s, you know, a little more expensive than I was paying before.” He smiled too and looked away. 
“Yeah, well… it’s uh… sixteen full price frappuccinos a month?”
“Please tell me you aren’t drinking sixteen frappuccinos a month–”
“Without a discount? Are you insane?”
They shared a smile. Uncomfortable but trying. Namjoon and Taehyung laughed loudly at something and they both glanced over but Jungkook hadn’t heard what it was and didn’t really care.
“My brother had his baby,” Jungkook contributed, worried that because she had turned, Alex would say something to pull herself into that other conversation and free herself from him.
“Yeah, I know! He’s so little!”
“Oh, you knew?”
“I haven’t gone to see him yet but mom did and took a lot of pictures.”
“Yeah he’s really little… I mean, he doesn’t do much yet.”
“He’s like two weeks old,” Alex pointed out.
“Yeah, I know! But you said you hadn’t met him yet, so I just thought I’d uh, tell you.”
Alex was grinning and he felt like she might be laughing at him. Her question felt too polite, “Do you like being an uncle?”
“No, that’s what I’m saying, he doesn’t know I’m cool yet. He kind of just thinks I’m another person to puke on.”
“I was going to say you have to wait twenty-one years before you can be the cool uncle and puke together but you’ll be like fifty so maybe that’s not really the cool uncle anymore–”
“I won’t be fifty. I’ll be forty-seven, thanks,” he corrected. “Don’t age me up, old lady.”
“Listen here, when I was your age I was…” Her eyes rolled to the high ceiling as she pondered. “I don’t know, eating ice cream and ragging on my sister for dating my friend without telling me?” She always did that when he called her old, say whatever she’d been doing ‘when she was his age’ two weeks ago. Some things never changed apparently.
It gave him a dose of hope.
“Oh yeah. Yeah.”
“Heard you knew about that before me,” she prodded.
“Yeah but um… we weren’t talking and anyway I think that’s the kind of secret you keep… I’m actually really good at keeping secrets.”
“Yeah even from yourself I guess?”
“I… guess… yeah…” Was she jokingly referencing his feelings? Right here? Before they’d even drank alcohol?!
But he couldn’t be sure, because instead she asked, “How did you find out? She wouldn’t tell me.”
“Oh, I ran into her in a gay club.”
“Oh, you frequent gay clubs now?”
“Uh, not for me,” he quickly assured her. She looked like she wanted to ask more, but Taehyung leaned across the table and said, “Jimin called me, we gotta go back.” Which annoyed Jungkook because he was kinda in the middle of something– but obviously he had to go. Obviously his friend’s wedding was more important than him slowly thawing the ice between him and Alex. Obviously.
Maybe it was better. He didn’t feel on his game. He was flustered in a way he hadn’t expected, even though she was laughing at his jokes, but he wasn’t sure he really trusted it. Maybe she was just being polite. Or if she thought he was funny but just in the haha you’re my dopey friend way. Which he would accept, if that was it! If she just was going to ease back to being his friend again, all right! That was better than nothing! Maybe it had to be that because despite seducing a hundred women (ok it was nowhere near a hundred but a guy had a reputation to uphold), he didn’t have any real idea about how to seduce Alex.
Not that he was trying to seduce her! Or, well, sorta. If she was single. And into that. Into him. If she wanted to be seduced. By him. 
Fuck, he felt so awkward because she just looked at him like she was waiting for him to say something –or, worse, waiting for him to fuck off! He couldn’t tell! Was he interfering–
Oh shit, was Alex here cruising to pick someone up?! A not him someone? That could explain the dress! She never wore something that long and form-hugging and tit-attention-grabbing! Ever!
But even if she’d been wearing a grocery bag, he’d probably be this nervous because A.) a grocery bag could rip and then she’d just be naked right in front of him and more honestly B.) for the first time in their lives she knew he was into her at the same time she might be single.
A cold ball of dread rotated in his gut as he followed Taehyung back to join the rest of the wedding party in front of the ceremony room again. 
He didn’t appreciate it when Taehyung nudged him, “Eh?”
“Eh what?”
“You two looked like dweeby college kids checking each other out at a party.”
“Shut up,” Jungkook scoffed and shoved his shoulder but it just made Taehyung laugh and Jungkook wished Taehyung knew something he didn’t. Like his friend was comfortable teasing him because he already knew things would work out ok. Jungkook didn’t know that. He didn’t know fucking anything right now except that Alex looked really pretty and he wanted to pet her dress.
On second thought, he asked, “She broke up with Hoseok, right?”
“I don’t know, I wasn’t there, you should ask her.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes at Taehyung’s smug grin. But still, it made him a little hopeful, because yeah, he didn’t think Taehyung would be teasing about that if he knew for sure Jungkook had no chance. Though why Taehyung would know if Jungkook had a chance escaped him, so probably Taehyung was just being a smug shit because his love life was already settled. Lucky him.
“Why did you call us back so soon?” Jungkook asked as they reached Jimin and In’am.
“She wants some more pictures,” Jimin tattled.
“He wants some more pictures,” In’am corrected and Jimin’s shit-eating grin made that clearly the truth.
Taehyung joked, “Yeah you pulled us away just as Jungkook was starting to twirl his hair and flutter his eyelashes at–”
“Fuck off, I was not.”
“Language,” In’am scolded, tossing her head towards her younger sister, who rolled her eyes nearly out of her skull.
“I know how to say ‘fuck’, In’am.”
“You better not!”
Jimin just backhanded Jungkook playfully in the stomach and suggested, “Hey maybe don’t wait so long this time? Someone might move in.”
“Yeah, I know, she looks really nice tonight.”
“So tell her that–”
“Hey I don’t need anyone’s help seducing anyone,” he lied. “I don’t need the advice of anyone here–”
“Ah, I didn’t realize you were just going for quick seduction. I thought you were wanting more longterm, like uh…” Jimin playfully gestured between himself and Taehyung, and Jungkook got the message. The married guy. The engaged guy.
He just scoffed, “Focus on your own wedding, my man, you haven’t even made it through the dinner yet.”
“OK but we are legally married so we could just run away if we want to,” In’am suggested, which made Jimin laugh and wrap his arms around her.
“We’re not running away.” At her frown, he grew a little more serious and said, “Well, if you need to, signal to me and we’ll go.”
“Yeah?”
“Promise.”
It was kinda fucking romantic and Jungkook felt like maybe he should be taking notes…
The music started down the hall and even though he knew it was coming, it startled Jungkook out of his fluster about Alex. Various drums and a horn started first, and he could see the saxophonist though not hear it over the pounding of the drums. He wondered if hotel guests could hear this all the way into the main reception area and would wonder what was going on, though it felt obvious to him something joyous was happening.
A woman’s voice ululated, the distinct sound instantly capturing Jungkook’s attention as she beckoned them all to follow her down the center of the musicians towards the reception hall as four belly dancers took up place ahead of her to lead the way. Their costumes were sparse and shiny and tasseled and the way they moved their bodies was mesmerizing. They were working, probably off limits to a scoundrel like him, but maybe in another timeline Jungkook would have tried his luck with one of them. Probably one of the younger ones but hey, the two older ones might be cool too.
But tonight Jungkook’s thoughts were held by one woman in particular, and the suggestion of the same softer, fonder, longer-lasting thing that glowed in Jimin’s and In’am’s faces. She looked like a queen again as she began to slow dance forward, swaying, moving her arms, flower bouquet raised like a beacon. Beside her, Jimin looked like a fucker in love, eyes all sparkly, what you could see of them above his wide, besotted grin as he held In’am’s other hand and danced with her along the procession. It helped that Jimin had always been a good dancer with a natural grace. He looked right at home with In’am in this procession, surrounded by voices singing in a language Jungkook couldn’t understand. 
Taehyung shrugged and grinned at Jungkook as they doubled up with the bridesmaids again to follow, but the movement was slow, and there was nothing so formal as holding hands or dancing in doubles. Everyone roamed this way and that along the slow progress, joining the singing or shouting at times. The music moved through his arms and legs, so Jungkook felt pretty in tune with it –only for a moment did he feel self conscious when they entered the reception hall with all the music and shouting and dancing and he immediately spotted Alex, right where he’d left her, watching the whole thing. 
She turned away when she saw him, but it was just to take Rebekah’s hand and dance with her, like most of the guests were doing. In a way it made him feel like they were dancing together. At least they were in the same party, the same celebration. Did she think this was cool? Would she want this much noise and attention made about–
OK, he was not going to think about Alex and weddings before he’d even gotten to really talk to her! Besides, he didn’t think she would want that much attention. But maybe she did? Turned out there were a lot of things he didn’t know.
Well, he’d know long before they got to that point. If they got to that point! Oh god, marriage?! He just wanted to rub her velvet ass!
Ok, no, he wanted more than that. A lot more than that. Inclusive of that.
Thank god the drums were loud enough to drown out his panic again. He had an image to uphold. Just because he was nervous seeing Alex again for the first time in so long didn’t mean he needed to get ahead of himself. Step one was just to convince her to let him back into her life. That was the goal for this evening. Be Alex and JK: Friends Forever again. 
*
Alex had prepared to feel bad for Jungkook and Taehyung that they’d be stuck sitting up at tables near the front, but then it turned out they were at the same table as her after all. Not next to her though; her seat had her between Namjoon and Sabina. She wondered if that was reflective of when she and Jungkook had not been talking. They’d separated them. And sure they could have just ignored the seating chart but for some reason no one did. They sat at their assigned seats at their round table and fidgeted with the water glasses and silverware and little cardstock nametags. They caused a ruckus at their table as they got situated with their drinks and appetizers, fighting over whose knife was whose, and damn it felt good to be back among her friends, even if her dumb sister was there too. They cheered the loudest at Taehyung’s best man speech, and the additions Jungkook made when he crashed it, that set both of them and Jimin off crying just like they had in the ceremony.
Jungkook looked so cute when he cried. His nose and eyes got so red and his pout gained strength. The contrast of it was just so funny because he obviously looked handsome as shit in his tuxedo but then his little baby eyes were flooding his pout like he hadn’t got the color milk cup he wanted. 
Damn he cleaned up well. So well. So well he looked like he belonged in this kind of high-dollar, elegant, sophisticated world that Jimin and In’am had invited them into for their wedding. Alex had known In’am came from money but she did not realize Jimin did as well, and honestly the whole wedding was fucking bonkers. Alex had felt overdressed until she got here and now worried she was underdressed. Her dress was simple, floor-length, a-line, faux-wrap, flutter sleeves, honestly the fanciest fucking thing she’d ever worn, but not elaborate the way so many of the other women were dressed with their bright colors and sparkling jewels. There was so much gold in this room right now but her only gold was the little necklace her mom had given her for her birthday a few years ago and earrings she had borrowed from May. Her dress wasn’t actually an expensive one. She’d taken a chance on one of those online websites that seemed too good to be true, but the thing had fucking delivered. She felt pretty. 
Pretty enough to get noticed? Maybe so…
Maybe it was just the glow carrying over from In’am’s henna night, which she had danced her face off at, and stayed up all night talking with more of In’am’s friends and sisters and cousins than she had met before, and just basked in the joy and love and cultural tradition. It made her a little sad her own family wasn’t more traditional. She’d said as much to her mom, who had threatened to whack her with the newspaper after apparently complaining a little too much growing up about the ways in which they were. But Egyptian traditions were so cool! Her mom had whacked her on the arm.
She just found the wedding magical and overwhelming, way more than she had expected to, since her visibility into the planning of it had been all the stress and drama. She hadn’t understood the true scale of it, even after the engagement party. The one where she had asked Jungkook to come as her date and he’d so emphatically turned her down.
And here he was, dateless, just like he had wanted.
And here she was dateless too, but actually it wasn’t so bad. It left her free to snicker into her napkin every time Namjoon made a quiet, bitter comment under his breath during the speeches that accompanied dinner. He wasn’t serious; clearly he was doing it for laughs, and it was working, earning him lots of laughs from her and Rebekah on his other side and Yoongi on the other side of her. Yoongi who was oddly here without his fiance.
Ok, maybe Alex was exaggerating her laughter a little. Because Jungkook kept glancing over when she laughed, and also she just wanted to be clear to everyone that she didn’t have a date because of her own choice. She’d had a wonderful boyfriend who had been fully prepared to escort her to this wedding.
And then she’d dumped him in the airport. Not her best moment. But so it happened, and now she was single at this wedding.
And here was Jungkook too, without a date, not yet latched onto anyone else.
She didn’t want to seem as pathetically eager for his attention as she was. She leaned on her friends for strength. It led her to do other stupid things besides laughing too loud and drinking too much champaign too early in the evening and accidentally, in a moment of messing around with Namjoon, flinging a spoonful of rice onto the floor. Not her fault! Namjoon’s! He seemed unusually playful too. It was his fault.
She worried she was being too loud and annoying.
She needed to do something less obvious. Less desperate-seeming. Less Jungkook-attention-seeking.
So in a fit of bold stupidity, after a truly fascinating performance by the quartet of bellydancers who had led the procession in, when they ran through the tables passing out jingly scarves to encourage guests to come dance with them and Sabina grabbed Alex’s arm, she went. Why not? Get away from the table, away from trying not to make eye contact with Jungkook, look bold and brave and single ready to mingle just in case, you know, anyone was watching or something. 
Alex tied a jingly scarf around her hips and attempted to bellydance in the middle of the dance floor.
“I can’t move my hips like this,” Alex giggled to Sabina, clutching her arm as the bellydancers tried to lead them.
“You can,” Sabina insisted, taking her arms so they danced facing each other, which helped Alex drown out the knowledge she was bellydancing in the middle of a wedding where most people were not. Granted, it was a crowd on the dancefloor doing this, and others were dancing at their tables, and she didn’t feel like there was really anyone paying attention to her but still. “Wiggle like you are getting fucked!”
The laughter from Alex was nearly a shout as she gave Sabina a playful shove, “That’s not right! That’s what you look like?” Despite Sabina’s elegance and beauty, these movements didn’t come natural to her either; she was sort of cute and stiff with her gyrations. Alex watched one of the bellydancers –who was actually very close to her own body type! That was cool!-- and tried to move her hips and shoulders the way the professionals did. All sizes could look good belly dancing. Theoretically.
She was sure it wasn’t working. But actually it was really fun and playful to try, and the jingle of the scarf did make her feel a little sexy about her attempts. And even if she looked silly, all right, who fucking cared? She didn’t have to dance to the beat or impress anyone, it wasn’t about that. This was new Alex, Alex 3.0, Alex who did what she wanted and enjoyed herself and celebrated the love of her friends unabashedly and tried new things with limited fear and didn’t give a shit what other people thought about her and what she wanted, Alex who went after the things she wanted in life. Alex who surrounded herself with people and things and goals that let her feel like enough. 
Alex who was actually kind of digging this belly dancing thing. Maybe she should take a class or something? She was kind of feeling this! When the dancers moved through all of them and she found herself surrounded by happy, joyful, beautiful women, she felt that same tidal wave lifting her as she had at the henna night. 
Yeah. This was going to be a good night. She could feel it through the drumbeat echoing in her bones. 
Catch me if you can, she thought in Jungkook’s direction, trying not to look over at him. But also she wouldn’t make it hard. But also she wanted to feel the effort.
“I’m going to tie this on Namjoon,” Alex said to Sabina. “Let’s get everyone up now?”
“I refuse to give this to Tae, he will keep it!”
Alex wished she felt confident yet to go up to Jungkook and tie the scarf around him. Soon, she thought. I hope. She glanced at her phone as they sauntered back to the table. Barely 6pm. But not yet, she grinned, because the night was just beginning, and Alex had come dressed to party, so party she would.
“Namjoon! Dance!”
“Whaa? No… I’m finishing my food.”
“Get up, you oaf, your turn to shake your hips. It’s your friend’s wedding, don’t be a spoilsport.”
He sighed and stood up as if he didn’t have a choice. Most people were done eating now. The dinner music was still going as people finished their meals, but the belly dancing seemed to signal a transition to the dancing part of the evening.
“Hey, when’s the cake?” Taehyung asked. “I want to make Jimin laugh when he cuts it with the sword.”
Rebekah gave him a look and prodded, “Shouldn’t you know? Aren’t you one of the groomsmen running this thing?”
“Oh shit, no, they don’t tell us anything,” Taehyung laughed. “They just tell us to stand places, look pretty, and make sure Jimin doesn’t break his nose again.”
“It looks good, though, right? It healed nicely,” Jungkook quickly insisted. 
“He feels guilty, it was his fault,” Yoongi explained to all with a snicker.
“It was not!”
Taehyung wrestled the scarf out of Sabina’s hands despite her protests and insisted as he shoved it against Jungkook’s scarf, “It was. Now dance your penance. Let’s see how many fish you catch.”
“Nah, man, I’m not fishing tonight,” Jungkook said with the air of a designated driver. Alex’s head tilted. What… did that mean? Was that good or bad? Related to her or not? Was he thinking of a +1 he didn’t get to bring or… had he sworn off sex or something?! This might complicate things…
May leaned around and stole the scarf and turned to Minxi with a gleam in her eyes, despite Minxi’s adamant shake of her head and announcement, “I don’t dance.”
“For me?”
“Privately.”
“Yeah, me too, I only dance privately these days,” Jungkook agreed as if their conversations were connected.
“Oh yeah? For who?” Taehyung demanded.
“You snails are too slow, I’m going to dance, goodbye!” Alex shouted, and grabbed Rebekah’s hand, and fled to the crowd of the dance floor to escape. Even though she’d eaten so much at dinner she felt like puking. Better not to do that right in front of Jungkook, yeah?
*
Jungkook had lost sight of Alex. Easy to do since she was so short. He ought to have tied a balloon to her wrist –a joke he had made many times over the years, at concerts and amusement parks. She had reacted about as you’d expected: offended but also demanding he buy her a balloon.
He sighed. After she’d run off to dance with Rebekah earlier, he’d had a hard time engineering their paths crossing. He’d try to dance near her and then she’d be gone for cake. He’d try to meet up with her for cake but she’d be getting a new drink. He’d try to grab wine from a tray to save her the line but then she’d be back on the dance floor. And then just as he’d get close to her, the damn event planner would be flagging him down for some other groomsman duty: joining a traditional dance, carting the gifts out to In’am’s brother’s car so he could take them home before anything got lost, helping Jimin’s grandmother out to her ride because she was ready to go home very early.
He was frustrated. The evening was rushing by and he wasn’t getting any time in Alex’s orbit. Everything was in the way. Everything was fucking interfering–
A hand touched his arm and then quickly pulled back; he stepped to the side, assuming someone was trying to squeeze past him to the dance floor he’d been surveying for any sight of her.
But it was Alex who looked up at him now from beneath the fringe of her hair.
“Hey,” he greeted, realizing he sounded more surprised than cool. He sounded like he’d been looking for her. He didn’t want to be that obvious.
“Hey, um… do you… want to dance? With me?” She blink at him, owlish in her ask. She shouldn’t be owlish. His heart thudded heavily in his chest at the question. No lead up. No prep. She’d just asked him outright. So straightforward. He would have fumbled for a while probably.
“Oh. Uh yeah, sure.”
“I still suck, just to be clear.”
“Ok–”
“I don’t want to mess up your game or anything–” She broke off when he touched her shoulder, nudging her to the dance floor. Her whole posture went rigid, like she was being marched to the principal’s office. Jungkook would have liked to reassure her but was too busy holding himself back from touching her more; he let his hand fall away from her shoulder in an attempt not to just wrap his arms around her and confess: whatever you want, yes, all you have to do is ask, I’ve been looking for you all night, don’t wander off again.
The anticipation of touching her again made him jumpy. When she suddenly turned and stopped, he plowed into her and grabbed her shoulders to keep them both from falling, which pulled them close together. Just as quickly they sprang apart. 
He wasn’t prepared for her laugh, “You aren’t nearly as smooth as I always thought.”
“Shut up,” he grumbled. “I’m just nervous.”
“Bout what?” Her eyebrows lifted up behind her bangs. Teasing him. Taunting him. Fuck he had missed this.
“It looks like you don’t have eyebrows anymore.”
She huffed and swiped at them, brushing them to a slant so he could see a little more forehead and one eyebrow. 
“There, better?” She lifted her hands to his shoulders, reaching high, but it felt too middleschool to him, even though he liked that it pulled her close. But shit in looking down at her face it was impossible not to be drawn deep into the line of her cleavage just beneath her chin, like the view was just perfect and he didn’t want that to show on his face, so he tugged her hand into his for a more proper dance position. He admired more than her tits, they were just so there tonight! Taunting him too! Everything about her taunted him tonight. Why had she worn this dress, damn! 
The music was faster but they just swayed at their own pace, shuffling a little with each step. Jungkook focused at first on making sure he didn’t step on her toes or the hem of her dress or bump her into anyone else –anything to try and distract him from the reality he was dancing this close with Alex, that her body was very close to pressing against his and her hand was in his, until he could handle that knowledge. Her hand was sweaty but so was his so maybe she couldn’t tell about him. 
“So…” Her lips pursed into a duck pout. He wanted to kiss her.
“Can’t believe you got bangs,” he teased. There. Easy. Simple. She’d always said bangs would make her look like a fifth grader. 
Her smile was immediate, a little bashful as she admitted, “Yeah, it wasn’t a great decision but–”
“--I think they look nice–”
“Bangs are like the thing you do after a break up, I guess? It’s a rule. It’s in the handbook. I finally got my copy..”
“Ah.” Break up. Break up. She mentioned they broke up. She just put it out there. She just said it. “Um, I’m sorry to hear you uh–”
“Are you?”
“No,” he admitted. He was relieved she laughed too. Was it like Yoongi? He wanted to ask but didn’t. Just used his fingers on her back to pull her a little closer. “Sorry I wasn’t there to buy you ice cream this time.”
“It’s ok. Raincheck.”
“For… after your next breakup?”
“I hope not.”
His skin was tingling. He felt like she might be having a different conversation or he might be misunderstanding and reading too much into the things she said so he shut his mouth for a moment and just enjoyed swaying with her. He looked around at the other couples and groups dancing. It felt like they were in a different place, dancing to different music. There were loud groups of people still clustered around tables, some drinking, some just loudly talking. The dimmed overheads and fairy lights actually made everything feel a little like prom. And he was just here, drifting in the middle of it all. With Alex. Perfectly, finally at peace. 
He realized his fingers were stroking the fabric at her shoulder and, to hide this gaf, said, “Your dress is really nice. Really soft.”
“You like it? I worried it was a little low cut but–”
“Nah, it’s perfect–”
“Might seem too aggressive.”
“Aggressive?”
“You know, like… too obvious.”
“Too obviously… hot?”
“Is that what you think it is?” she asked him, looking up, bangs hiding her brows again. They did make her look younger but it wasn’t a bad thing either way. 
“Yeah, it’s hot as fuck.” Shit, maybe he shouldn’t have said that. “I mean, you look really pretty,” he hurried to add, even though that felt nauseatingly vulnerable for some reason. What, he couldn’t tell Alex she looked pretty? Yeah, he couldn’t. He always felt like a compliment like that to her would say too much. Show too much genuine interest. Or she wouldn’t believe him. Or she wouldn’t want that kind of attention from him.
“You clean up pretty nice,” she countered. “I liked your speech.”
“I liked your belly dancing–”
“Hey, be nice.”
“I’m serious!”
“You know I can’t dance.”
“I really liked it.”
“Are you being gross?” she demanded, a spark of their old relationship, and he felt great joy in admitting, “Yes.” But then worried it was too much, too quick, they hadn’t been comfortable in so long and corrected, “No, but I mean–”
“Uh huh.”
“Ah, Alex…” he sighed and didn’t know what else to say, just looked away and was grateful she was short so it was easy not to look in her face. He wondered if she’d know if he wiped his sweaty hand off on her dress. He was really sweating. It was going to soak through his shirt. 
“I guess your– Anita hasn’t been keeping up with you?” 
It was the most awkward and blatant fishing attempt he’d ever seen. Alex didn’t have grace for that kind of game, a thing he loved about her. 
“Well, funny story–”
“That starts with a threesome?”
“What?”
“Ooh, are you starting to squirm?” she giggled, looking actually gleeful. “You’ll look like an asshole if you run away and leave me mid-song.” It was the second song but he didn’t point that out because obviously he wasn’t going anywhere.
“I’m not running away, I just– what are you–” His eyes narrowed. “Who’s been telling you what?”
“Just a little bird–”
“Aleeeeex,” he leaned a little closer to sound serious and insisted, “Just ask me what you want to know.”
“You aren’t dating Anita, right?”
He snorted, “No, I’m not dating Anita.” Her eyes looked so dark and sparkly when she looked up at him from this angle, and he thought she might be a little serious right now too. “I’m not dating anyone, if anyone wants to know.”
“Right, you don’t date.”
“I–”
“You don’t go to a party or a wedding with someone, but you always leave with one. Or two, if it’s your birthday!”
“Ok, that’s not quite what you think.”
“What do I think?” she asked, and duck-lip pouted again, and looked up at him with challenge. He started to feel nervous for other reasons now, like this was rocky and whatever this was might be about to break apart. He couldn’t tell if she was seriously amused or not because all these years he’d always thought she was amused but maybe she hadn’t been if she had secret romantic feelings for him. Actually maybe Alex was really good at hiding things from him.
“Are you mad?”
“No, you’re a free man to do whatever you want.”
“Our birthday party… ah,” he sighed, and looked away again and shuffled her to the side so they could move further from the speakers and hear each other better without having to talk so loudly anyone else could overhear. “I was really sad and got too drunk because you weren’t there. Maybe I did um… ask Anita and Seychelle to go home with me… I was drunk enough to shoot my shot.” He grimaced. “They took me home and put my drunkass right to bed and then fucked on our couch.”
“What?!” Alex gasped and pulled away and let out a cackle of a laugh. “No!” 
“Yeah…. I guess I cried and then fell asleep in the car or something…” He hated admitting the pathetic truth but felt like maybe it was better that she understood ok, maybe he had tried to have a threesome on his birthday, but it was because he’d wanted something wild to soothe his broken heart, not because his feelings about her weren’t true.
“No, we said no sex on the couch!” she laughed and hit him on the arm as if he’d done the deed.
“Well I didn’t have sex on the couch! They did it without me!”
They were too loud and people looked over at them but her laughter was a relief. 
“Oh my god that is so embarrassing for you… I was going to tease you about finally getting the threesome of your dreams but this is way better! I mean, not the part about you drunk crying, but…”
“Yeah yeah… as long as you’re happy about it…” he grumbled.
“But damn, Seashell’s really moving through our group, huh? What do you think, would she like me in this dress? She didn’t seem interested in me when I–” 
She held her arms up in dance position again, a childish wordless request to resume dancing, and he nearly tripped in his haste, sliding into her space again. 
“Don’t talk to Seashell,” he interrupted. 
“Ahhh, are you jealous because she outfucked you?”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know, are you feeling competitive? She’s getting more sex than you from your own friends–”
“I don’t want sex with my friends,” he snorted. “Uh… most of them…” Shit, was it better to say that or not say that?
“I knew you and Taehyung were a little too close–”
“Alex,” he whined and laughed and pinched her shoulder. “Don’t spread rumors about me.”
“Yeah, I know, you hate attention, huh?” He scowled. She returned his stare. He loved her so deeply it made him want to laugh and slap his own face. How had he not understood what this feeling was in moments like this? Because these moments weren’t new. 
She was the one to continue, “Well, I suspected you weren’t dating Anita, but I did think you got your threesome. I’m both relieved and sad for you.”
“Relieved, huh? Why, jealous? You were getting railed plenty–”
“Ok, let’s not quite say it like that,” she rolled her eyes. 
“But would you be? Jealous?” he pressed, desperate for her to say yes.
She shrugged, “I don’t know. I had just turned you down.”
“Yeah. Broke my heart,” he joked though it wasn’t a joke.
She retaliated, “Besides, if I let myself get jealous every time you fucked a girl…”
“But did you? Feel that way every time?” The question was too serious. Oops. It had rolled off his tongue without him thinking it through. Before she could answer, he teased, “Whatever, I had a bunch of swings and misses in a row. And yet here you are, alone at the wedding you wanted a date for.”
Her voice had the same wistful, teasing tone to it when she added, “Dancing badly with you in front of everyone even though you wanted to be left alone so you could find a bridesmaid to fuck.”
“Ah, shit, you really know how to punch a guy in the nuts.”
“I just said the truth!”
“No,” he insisted. “The truth is I’m right where I want to be right now.”
“That’s not what you said back then,” she sang. She was still trying to keep it light. He appreciated that. He could also appreciate there was some fair muscle behind these jabs as they circled each other and tried to suss out the updates, the truths, the right nows.
“Yeah, but I was an asshole back then,” he said. “I’m a changed man now.”
“Mm-hm.”
“Turns out I don’t like you leaving me alone.”
“Yeah,” she snorted. He wasn’t actually sure what she meant by that, but she was still in his arms and didn’t actually seem mad so he’d take it. Actually, what he didn’t want to say was that he was thrilled other people were seeing them dance together for going on a third song now. He was psyched that people passed them or glanced over at them and in their minds saw a more permanent connection between him and Alex, the kind that didn’t end with after a single song. Maybe they were thinking oh, they’re together, that’s cute. Maybe they were thinking damn that’s an attractive couple.
“Jungkook.”
“Yes,” he responded to the summons from his drifting thoughts. Her bangs had fallen down again and without thinking about it, he brushed them back to the side. She caught his hand and twisted the other so she had both hands in her grasp, commanding his attention.
“I broke up with my boyfriend two and a half weeks ago and I still feel kind of shitty about it.”
“Oh.”
“We don’t have to talk about it. It just sucks to know I wasn’t my best self and I was kind of selfish and shitty in the end and… it’s really embarrassing when someone sees the bad parts of you, you know?”
“Yeah. I know.”
“I mean, he was a great boyfriend. He did everything right and he was kind and thoughtful and–”
“Ok, I know. He was the best guy to ever walk the earth. I got it. I saw it–”
“Yeah and I keep breaking up with these great guys and just for…”
For me. Say for me, he pleaded in his mind. But the new song was louder and people started jumping behind her. He tugged her close and spun so she was on the outside of the dance floor, safe from being bumped or nudged. It was harder to hear though over the louder music. He leaned down to hear whatever she might say next but he must have leaned too close because she blinked at him in surprise.
And then she lifted onto her toes and took hold of his shoulders and kissed him. Rushed and clumsy, full of uncertainty, and obvious impulse . Her lips just pressed to his, hurried, without any plan. 
It was the best kind of kiss Jungkook hadn’t even hoped for. 
A kiss!
She kissed him!
He slid his arms quickly around her to keep her steady as she teetered, maybe trying to pull away too quickly.
Impulse kiss? He wouldn’t leave her wondering if it was welcome.
“Get back here,” he murmured and chased her mouth, the only action his brain could handle right now as bright lights and warmth flooded his consciousness. Soft, full, sweet-tasting glossy lips against his and he’d never felt so inexperienced in his life. Her hands pressed to either side of his neck, little electric shocks at every point of contact between their bodies, at the touch of her fingers, of her lips, of her nose squashed against his. 
She pulled away and he couldn’t have said for his life how long the kiss lasted. An hour? A second? Someone jostled against his back but Alex was staring at his face as if searching for something so he remained rooted to the spot in case she was going to kiss him again. 
No, she was really studying him, and it made him nervous now.
“What?” he asked, eyes narrowing to hide how naked that stare made him feel.
“No regrets? No puking? Did that feel like kissing your sister?”
He was shocked by her bluntness. God, he loved Alex’s bluntness. After so many months of the confusion and disappointment and feeling like a fucking idiot to have realized his own feelings too late and worrying he’d been hurting her all along if she had allegedly loved him for so long, the way she poked at the painful parts just felt so comforting and familiar. It brought the important things right into focus. They joked about things. They could joke. And he knew her well enough to see the serious part of the joke. Because they did know each other, they shared a language and an understanding that went way back, that was true even if they were still learning new things about each other and themselves.
“I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking about that, let me see again,” he said, and leaned in. There was a laugh in the kiss this time though; he swallowed her giggles as her fingers brushed his cheek, and she sort of curled away but not really. It was like the kiss tickled her but she didn’t actually want to escape, that’s what it was like. Her lips were slower this time, more comfortable against his, he thought. He kept his face near hers even though he had to hunch and admitted lowly, “I don’t have a sister but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t kiss one like this.”
“No? It seems to work in Game of Thrones–”
“Have you even watched that show?”
“No! I’m not paying for HBO!”
Jungkook started laughing and couldn’t stop. It was embarrassing but joy and relief just suddenly bubbled over and he couldn’t stop it. Kissing her left him giddy. High. He had no choice but to drag her in for a hug, or maybe she stepped closer on her own, and he just molded around her, tucking her into his body. So many months of brokenness and the absence of her and uncertainty about whether he’d ever even get to laugh with her again healed as she stepped right back into the Alex-shaped hole in his heart. He closed his eyes and let the wedding fade even further into the background and just existed in this moment with his cheek pressed to the top of her head.
“I really missed you,” he thought she said against his chest.
He let out a long, slow breath, and then, “I know.”
She laughed and punched him in the back, “‘I know?’ Ok Han Solo! That’s not what you say!”
“No, I did too! I mean I know because I did too!”
“Uh huh.”
He squeezed her so tight and breathed in the scent of her shampoo even though it was different than the one she used before and he wondered if that was permanent or temporary. He didn’t know. He still didn’t really know anything except that kissing her was a Good Thing.  
Sometimes it was fun to joke but sometimes they needed to be serious, he was learning that, so he pulled away enough to cradle her face and kiss her forehead through her messy bangs and breathed, “I really missed you, Alex.” 
Her hands circled his wrists and he felt the pressure of her leaning into the kiss. Another Good Thing. 
Then she quickly leaned away and laughed, “Ok, well good, I’m glad you didn’t forget me.” All jokes again, her whole demeanor as though they hadn’t just shared the kind of kisses that changed everything about a day, a relationship, a life trajectory. Ah, fuck, he wanted to just brush the bangs back from her face and kiss her again and tickle her so she’d kick him and he could twist her around to protect himself and wrap her up tighter in his arms and whisper things at her ear to make her yell at him–
“Uh, I think we should go– to our friends over– um–” She grabbed his wrist and took off, weaving through the crowd of dancers. He didn’t even understand where they were going, still too flustered by his own thoughts, by the briefest glimpse of that roaring want for Alex that had cracked open now because she’d kissed him. On purpose. She had initiated all of that!
Did she regret it now? Was she trying to escape? But she was holding his wrist, dragging him along with her. If she was escaping, she was taking him too. That was cute. 
Somehow despite the limits of her height, she found her way to the group of their friends dancing on the far side of the dance floor. They didn’t seem to think anything was off but Jungkook could feel Alex’s energy even from behind; she squeezed his wrist and released him, walked straight through their group, and made a beeline for the open bar.
Halfway there she stopped and turned and caught his eye –easily because he’d been watching her still, trying to decide if she was fleeing a mistake or just feeling as overwhelmed as he was right now. She pointed at the bar and at him, a question on her face. He nodded and shrugged to answer that he knew she’d think next what do you want? Should he go with her? Probably, right? Or he should offer to get the drinks?
But she wanted a breath, he felt like that was true. She’d fled, but not completely, just for a moment. 
Ah, had he kissed her really good? He grinned at the possibility that he was better at it than she’d expected. Wait, had she doubted him?! That hadn’t even been his best. He would kiss her breathless next time, until he felt her wobbling in his arms. He’d kiss her until she gasped or moaned or whimpered –which kind of noise would she make? He’d find out!
Though in fairness, she was way way way better at kissing than he had expected. Way better. Wow. Damn. He hadn’t expected Alex to give the kind of kisses that lingered on your lips for this long; he could still feel the tingles. It all felt a little fake with her gone and it wasn’t like he understood all that had just happened but at least it seemed like Alex was back in his life and he was along for whatever that ride was. Apparently it would involve kisses.
Single. Single Alex. Only a couple weeks single so maybe she wasn’t wanting to jump right into something. Ok. Ok, but she had kissed him so… he was on her mind. That was a good place to be. Hands on her body was good. Lips on hers was good–
Fuck, he was grinning too big and his friends were looking at him suspiciously. He knew that look, like they thought he’d wandered off and fucked someone in a closet. This was better!
His dance moves weren’t cool, they were mindless and distracted. He couldn’t help it. He let the joy run through his body, braided with nerves, anticipation of whatever was to come with Alex. He had no fucking clue! But maybe something! Maybe? Unless he’d scared her off?
She came back with drinks –plum wine for them each. He felt his ego swell when she handed him his glass. She was going to taste so good to kiss again– he choked on a too-big gulp of his wine as she slid past him, her own wine glass in hand, and leapt into the center of their friends with a shout. All bright, happy, fun Alex. Alex letting loose. Alex who caught his gaze again because he didn’t want to look anywhere but her and then covered her face and turned shyly away.
Shit he loved her a lot, and it didn’t feel painful anymore. Just warm and eager and hopeful. Was he making her shy? Should he flirt with her and see if he could make her really shy?
He knocked back the rest of his wine, too fast, so he’d have his hands free as he rejoined the circle of his friends to show off his own moves. If their friends noticed anything different about either one of them… so what?
***
Well shit. Shit shit shit. Shit fucking shit.
Alex’s plans were derailed almost as soon as she’d set them into motion.
Because what the fuck was up with that forehead kiss? And the way he’d pulled her into his arms and just held her?
Fuck!
And the way he’d kissed her, all soft lips and gentle hands and this little rushed warm breath that she’d felt more than heard because of the loud music.
Why was he so earnest suddenly? So different? It was terrifying! What if Jungkook was actually a very sweet, loving, sincere boyfriend?! Obviously that didn’t come from experience, what if that was just who he was when it came down to it? Would she actually be surprised? But he’d just been such a fuckboy for so long…
She just hadn’t expected the warmth. She hadn’t expected him to be so serious. She hadn’t expected to get so instantly wrapped up in him and so yeah, she needed some air, and some wine, and then some more air, and then some running around with just Rebekah, avoiding her sister who would probably say something just to set her off, and Jungkook off at a safe distance. 
She was afraid Jungkook would kiss her again. She was afraid he’d ask her a blunt question she wasn’t ready to answer yet. She was afraid he wouldn’t ask her anything at all and she’d be disappointed. 
She just needed to figure out a few things first. She’d had a couple weeks now both to process the sadness about ending her relationship with Hoseok and think honestly about what she needed before attempting anything more with Jungkook: She needed some answers she could be sure weren’t lies. She needed to see if the feelings were there and authentic –not just companionship and comfort and familiarity, but romance, desire. Lust. 
She just wanted to be lusted after, ok? Specifically by Jungkook.
She wanted a sense of how hard she’d have to work to shape her previous friendship with Jungkook into something that more resembled the kind of relationship she wanted with a romantic partner.
And yeah she had not expected kisses like that, just right there in front of everyone! Her kiss had been impulsive but he’d pushed it further! Good luck fucking a bridesmaid now! (hehe) And she had not expected him to just hold her like that. Or sweetly kiss her forehead. 
Fuck, she was melting and they hadn’t even talked about whether there was the possibility of something between them. Her plans were wavering –because yes, she’d come with plans. She’d dressed for plans. She had really uncomfortable underwear on for plans!
“Ah, my handsome sexy man,” Sabina cooed, spotting Taehyung across the ballroom. It was getting late, though the party was still going in full swing. Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin had their hands on each other's shoulders, dancing in a little circle, kicking their feet. After a moment, she realized Jimin wasn’t actually on the ground; Taehyung and Jungkook were holding him up. It was ridiculous. They were so ridiculous. But hearing Sabina so affectionately claim Taehyung, Alex felt that tug in her chest towards Jungkook. My handsome sexy man?
No. That couldn’t be right. It sounded impossible that she could ever claim Jungkook as hers. Well, in a way she’d always claimed him as hers, while also knowing that possessiveness she felt about him wasn’t an actual romantic claim. She’d never been an option. When all eyes in the room noticed him, his scanned for the hottest woman around and off he went with her, and that woman was never Alex.
“Let’s go dance again,” Sabina suggested, grabbing Alex’s arm. The woman had eternal stamina. Alex’s own was flagging, and she cast about for Rebekah to hold her back, but her traitor friend had wandered off somewhere else. The roadbump of her own sulky thoughts prickled her skin as she and Sabina drew closer –as she saw a woman lean in close to ask Jungkook something and he laughed and waved her off. Had it been a proposition?! Just out of the blue! Probably, right? Jungkook was that kind of hot…
See, the jealousy was going to be a problem. If Alex didn’t have confidence, if she didn’t feel like she could trust Jungkook’s attention was sincere, it wasn’t going to work, and that was part of the test. She was tired of being jealous. 
He yawned, and then saw her and covered his mouth, nodding his head as he tried to laugh at himself. She had to yell to be heard over the music as she got close,
“Long day?”
“I’m rallying,” he said, sliding his hand around to her back. It felt… assertive? Possessive? Predatory? But in a good way, attentive, like–
Like he was putting on moves and she was the target.
She leaned into that same energy, or tried to, and slid her hand up to his chest as she asked, “Care for another dance?”
“You like dancing with me, huh?” he grinned. She must have seemed as cool as she didn’t feel on the inside. She nodded. He didn’t even look back at their friends as he tugged her a few steps away and against him, sliding his fingers up her arm to take her hand in his. It was so casually, familiarly done, as if they’d been dancing together like this for years. He just seemed so cool about it all, much cooler than earlier.
“Are you drunk?” she guessed.
“Me? No. Are you?”
“Nope.”
He began to lead her in steps, just small, easy, totally off beat at first but a slower song started and it was easier to move at that pace. She kept looking up at him and then away, embarrassed to make eye contact, afraid he’d read her plan too easily.
Alex was going to see if he’d take her home and have sex with her.
Because she’d know right away this last part that she wasn’t so sure about: can he desire me? Or am I just a challenge, a novelty, and he’ll be done with me once he’s gotten what he wants?
Right now, he was single and hot and in a position of visibility at this wedding. There were tons of gorgeous women here. If he didn’t want to take her home from a public place where hot women would see them leave together, well that was that then. And she’d be taking a piece of advice from Jungkook’s own book, right? Have sex early, see if he means it. 
Was it good advice? Bad? Honestly, that didn’t matter. Maybe it was a stupid idea. Could Jungkook be with her even when she did dumb things? Could she be embarrassingly herself with him? Could she feel comfortable admitting this insecurity to him and feel genuinely reassured, if he wanted her to be? 
But also.
But also: Could Alex be the woman Jungkook Jeon chose to take him with him? Could he want to fuck her?
He was smiling about something, she noticed. She didn’t ask but he leaned down closer to her ear and mused,
“You’re thinking really hard about something.”
“Maybe.”
“What’s up? What are you so serious about? It doesn’t matter if we get off beat–”
“No, not that.”
“Ok.”
She hesitated. No, it was pathetic. The rejection would be brutal. She shouldn’t say anything, she should just enjoy whatever dances she could have with him. Maybe she could steal another kiss later. That was still progress. That was still incredible. This wedding was magical and over the top and exhausting and she could carry away those precious moments they had together earlier as her souvenir and figure out the rest another day. Or maybe he’d ask her later to go home with him? That’s what she really would have preferred… but what if he didn’t? She did realize he might not, just out of kindness or respect, even if he wanted to. He might be trying to keep giving her the space she had asked him for months ago, even though he knew she was single now, even though she’d kissed him. 
“Alex, what is it?” he asked, and this time brushed her hair back over her shoulder. The feathery touch and the soft gesture made her shudder. 
Ok but… couldn’t she be the girl who got railed after a wedding for once? Couldn’t the hottest guy here take her home? This hot guy? Who kept looking at her so closely and smelled so nice and had his hands firm against her back and around her fingers?
Fuck, he was so beautiful to look at. She’d kissed him now and she wanted more. She wanted him. She wanted him to want her. She wanted so badly for this specific dream to come true, tonight, and worried she had only set herself up for failure. The want left her breathless. It seemed impossible they’d already kissed, and even more impossible they’d ever kiss again.
Could he ever feel this way when he looked at her?
In a poor attempt at self restraint, she avoided blurting out will you take me home and fuck me, substituted instead for the almost worse request,
“Will you kiss me here?” Followed by her hand lifting off his arm and tapping the side of her neck.
Fucking hell, what had gotten into her?!
And worst/best/worst of all, he did it. He didn’t even ask what the fuck she was on about. Without any hesitation, he leaned all the way down to press his warm mouth against the skin she had tapped. His lips lingered. In all seriousness, Alex felt like she nearly orgasmed alongside the full body shudder that such a blatantly intimate gesture caused. Thank fuck the music was too loud for him to hear the noise that stuck in her throat. She shivered and shirked her shoulders, squirming at the pure overload of pleasure, too much, too too much, it was so ticklish she’d scream, but the kind of too much you kind of wanted more of. 
Instead of pulling away when she scrunched her shoulders, his arms just wrapped tightly around her and he chuckled against that sensitive skin and murmured criminally close to her ear, “Yeah, I thought that would be too much, you’re so ticklish.”
Damn he knew her so well. 
And since his face was right there anyway, she turned hers, seeking his mouth. He seemed to realize immediately what she wanted because she didn’t have to ask. He brushed her hair back again, wringing another shiver from her that she tried to hide behind running her hands up his chest.
But shit, they were in public! The kiss had only just started but Alex suddenly felt like they were getting wildly out of control and pulled away. Jungkook looked confused and it embarrassed her, the way she ached. So quickly! Tonight was the first night she’d seen him in so long, since the arcade really –but memories of that night at the arcade fed the ache, they didn’t soothe it even a little.  
“You’re not drunk?” he asked, brushing his hands against her face like he was checking for a fever.
“I’m not,” she huffed and brushed his hand defensively away. “I just…” She stared at him. He stared at her. Celebratory shouts somewhere else startled her and his small smile couldn’t be anything but endeared.
But suddenly his face took a serious look again and he leaned close, hand firm but careful on her arm as he insisted, “There’s nothing to be worried about with me, ok? I know you uh… you know how I feel about you. And I don’t know if you um– but I know you just broke up with your boyfriend and maybe you need time before you can think about what you want with me– if you even want anything! And that’s ok too, so don’t worry, I’m not going to pressure you for answers or–”
“I want to go home with you.”
“Huh?” His lips didn’t even part for the noise of surprise but his eyebrows went up and his eyes got wide.
Well shit that didn’t sound cool.
“I want…” God, it wasn’t even a test at this point. She saw what she wanted clearly. “I want to be the girl you take home from the wedding.”
“I’m not taking anyone home–”
“I want you to choose me,” she said. “I want you to take me home with you tonight.”
“Take you home with me and…” She couldn’t tell if he was in disbelief, or horrified, or genuinely not following what she was asking for. 
“Take me home and fuck me, Jungkook, that’s what I mean–”
“Jesus, Alex–”
The sharp pain she felt in that moment stole her breath. She was so proud of herself for being bold and direct about what she wanted but his response felt like a rejection and she knew she sounded far less cool as she admitted,
“I thought you said you want that with me–”
“Oh, I do,” he said with an unexpected chuckle. “I do want to do that but I want more than that with you, Alex, and I don’t want to ruin the chance of more just because I got horny and impatient–”
“No, but I asked you to.”
“I know but–”
“Ok,” she said, and made to step back because this was mortifying. He caught hold of her quickly, pulling her close and saying near her ear,
“Please don’t look like that, it’s not that I don’t–”
“It’s ok if you don’t want–”
“Alex I can’t say the things I want to do to you because it’ll freak you out and I won’t risk my chance with you when I’m not even sure yet that you’re giving me a chance and we’re at this nice wedding and people will overhear and I’ll get kicked out and Jimin will never forgive me.” She could feel his lips brushing the edge of her ear as he spoke, his warm breath ghosting across the shell of her ear and the side of her neck. She felt completely consumed by him for just a moment, just like she wanted. His hands tightened on her body. She felt the intensity in his words. “Trust me, the way you look tonight is driving me fucking crazy and if you weren’t you I’d already have you over– but not because I don’t want you like that–” Obvious panic broke through the sexual heat of what he was saying as he overthought his own words. Alex hadn’t even been thinking he meant that. She was having a hard time breathing as all the blood rushed down her body and her heartbeat pounded painfully between her legs.
She kissed him, afraid she’d say something pathetic. She just wanted him to touch her right now. She’d take the closet or the backseat of the car or whatever, no wonder Jungkook got any woman he wanted saying things like this in that way, his gaze so dark and sparkly like that. She felt wild with want. And he was looking at her like that, which felt wild too. She felt like they were practically fucking on the dance floor, just right in front of everyone, standing so still and wrapped around and whispering to each other like this, lost in each other. Someone was going to complain about public indecency and kick them out.
“You’d already have me what? What would you do if I wasn’t me?” she prodded, keeping her face hidden by his shoulder so she could try and catch his breath. What had she been thinking, asking a question like that to try and catch her breath to?
“I want more than that with you.”
“More than what?”
“More than…” She felt him lick his lips. “More than finding some coat closet and dragging that dress of yours up and– don’t ask me these questions, it’s mean.”
“Why is it mean?!”
“Yah, you’re driving me crazy. We’re at a wedding, in front of everyone, our friends are looking for us–”
“Oh, you’re feeling shy?” she teased.
Instead of laughing, he paused before pulling away to look into her face as he admitted, “I want more than a wedding night one night stand with you but is that all you want from me?”
Fuck. What a tragic question. She saw it all written there on his face. He might as well have thrown a bucket of ice water over her head.
“I want both,” she answered as honestly as she could. “I want you to want to take me home for the night and do all those crazy things to me that have the instagram girls lining up to suck your dick and I want to wake up in your shirt the next morning and kick you in the butt until you make me breakfast and–”
“I want that too,” he said and took hold of her arms. “I want all of that too, Alex. I want all of that with you too. Everything we had before but also with the fucking and sucking and–”
“Seriously with your mouth?” she started to laugh. Because Jesus he was such a fuckboy with that mouth of his! He started laughing too and they curled together and she could still feel her heart pounding in various places throughout her body but she could breathe through it now, relieved that he was not actually rejecting her yet. The deepest sigh of relief rushed out but she wasn’t actually sure if it came from her body or his.
He was trying to be sweet. And thoughtful. And careful.
And now this confession was out in the open, in the very small space between their bodies.
In that moment, it was impossible not to look at his behavior, how he had been in the last few months, and not see how clearly different he had always treated her compared to other women as a good thing. This wasn’t the thought or effort or emotion he put into those women. This wasn’t a desperate grab for controlling a co-dependent friend’s time. This was a side of Jungkook he was showing only to her, that she had always seen some element of. Alex was special to him. She felt special to him. 
Test passed. Even without the fucking.
“Ok,” she said. “I won’t sexually harass you anymore–”
“Wait no!”
“I mean I won’t pressure you into taking me home, just because it was my fantasy–”
“Wait no,” he said again, grinning at her giggles as he took her hands. “What do you mean it was your fantasy?”
“Sorry, I can’t hear you over the music!”
“Alex!”
She began to walk away and he, as she had predicted, dove after her, and wrapped his arms around her in a burst of old playful closeness. He laughed at her shoulder, forearms digging into her stomach, and while she noticed the softness, she didn’t feel self conscious about it at all. 
Jungkook wanted to fuck her in a coat closet. Her. That was cool. He wasn’t doing it but he said he wanted to, and instead he was wrestling with her on the dance floor in the middle of a very expensive wedding, so that still counted for something.
“Ok ok ok you two,” Namjoon said, clapping his hands. “You’re making the grandmas clutch their pearls.”
Alex escaped from Jungkook’s grasp with a victory shout and spun a circle around Namjoon. As if he’d actually read her mind, Jungkook caged Namjoon in on the other side and they both started to grind and booty-bump their much taller friend.
“Hey. Guys. Guys! Ok, very funny!” He looked like he was going to flee this embarrassing display, but suddenly In’am and Jimin ran up to join and it wasn’t like Namjoon could flee them, they were the guests of honor!
Alex just felt so happy and free. When she caught Jungkook’s eye as he danced and laughed and rough-housed with his friends, she felt like a connection she had always depended on too much was in fact now real and safe and recognized. It wasn’t like they were even a thing yet but they were going to be, right? That’s what all this meant? That had just been a confession, right? They both wanted each other and short of giving it a try and realizing they were very wrong or very incompatible or something right away–
He wouldn’t let her down. Probably they’d both fuck up a lot but yeah, that’s how it went, right? If he kept crinkling his nose at her like that though she could forgive a lot of fuck ups.
Rebekah nudged her arm and wiggled her eyebrows. Just that was enough to make Alex cover her face, overwhelmed and embarrassing and giddy. She shirked her shoulders and held her hands out and grimaced.
“Good for you,” Rebekah smiled and flung her arm around Alex’s shoulder. “He better treat you right.”
“What!”
“You heard me. I may not seem like much but I can fight–”
“Rebekahhhh, are you drunk?” Alex giggled.
“A little bit.”
“Thanks for telling me things even if you weren’t sure if I’d want to hear them. I appreciate your honesty.”
“Oh yes, uh huh. I’m a pretty good friend.”
“And thanks for not trying to fuck my best friend.”
“Well, to be fair, he wouldn’t have gone for it anyway,” Rebekah admitted.
“No, that’s not true! You’re a vixen! The only thing that kept him safe was your loyalty to me, I know that–”
“Yes, that’s it! I barely even noticed he was hot.”
“I think you’re hanging out with May and Minxi too much, you get sassy when you drink now,” Alex laughed, swinging her around. Actually, the past six months had given her the chance to get closer with Rebekah too. There were lots of good things happening in her life. She was very loving and grateful for everything right now. 
“Thanks for reminding me I’m still single.”
“Hey, I am too!”
“For like fifteen more minutes.”
Alex just laughed because she didn’t know what else to say. No, that wasn’t it. They weren’t talking about that! Yet! Damn, she felt drunk, but the only thing she knew to do to comfort Rebekah was dance until her friend was laughing again. Did she know anyone she could introduce Rebekah to? No, she’d be a terrible matchmaker. Wait, but Jungkook knew so many people. Ok. A nice little project for them to do together…
Alex glanced over and happened to notice Yoongi sitting at the table by himself, gaze trained on his phone. This was notable for several reasons. The first of course being that Alex had initially been so worried about showing up dateless to a wedding Yoongi would be at and now instead she didn’t care at all, but Yoongi had also shown up dateless and allegedly fiance-less now. The second being, if he was so bored, why was he still here?
She needed a break from the dancing and the noise and the whirlwind of emotions that wrapped her and Jungkook up everytime they were on the dance floor, so she wove her way through the chairs and collapsed in the seat beside Yoongi.
“Hey.”
“Oh, hey,” he greeted and lowered his phone. Then jerked his head towards the dancefloor and joked, “Good to see some progress after… how many years has it been?”
“Aish, come on,” she laughed.
“Never knew you could be so handsy but I guess it just had to be with the right guy,” he added. There was nothing mean or hurt in his voice though, more just relaxed. Teasing. Casual. 
She nodded and shrugged, “Maybe. Maybe I’m just affected by the wedding. What’s gong on with you lately? Heard you’re around a lot more these days.”
“That a problem?”
“For me? No, of course not. We’re cool. I mean, you’re the one who might still be pining over me–”
“Nah, I’m over it.”
“Ok you could act a little more nostalgic for me,” she laughed.
“Sorry. Guess I’m a little…” He just waved his hand, a meaningless gesture.
Her sympathy was sincere as she offered, “Yeah, I heard you went through a recent breakup too but… bigger magnitude. Engaged.”
“Yeah, I’m aware.”
“Sorry,” she grimaced. Maybe she shouldn’t have repeated what Sabina told her. 
“Eh. It was mutual, I guess. You know… sometimes other people can put a name on your feelings before you can do it yourself, you know?”
Her eyes narrowed as she said slowly, “.... Yes…” She followed his line of sight, easy to trace: to Namjoon. “Oh my god,” she gasped and grabbed his arm. “Are you in love with Namjoon?! Does he know?!”
“Raquel sure thought so.”
“And was she wrong?”
“You and Jungkook boyfriend-girlfriend now?”
“Hey now.”
Yoongi snickered, “Yeah, maybe we’ll trade answers someday.”
“Maybe tomorrow morning? See you at breakfast?” Alex giggled. She wasn’t even embarrassed by her bawdry joke; she laughed at Yoongi’s surprised face. “Come on, that was objectively funny.”
“Eh.” 
“It was! Me? With that kind of an ego? Us, exes, winding up with roommates? Oooh that would be so good, you’re such a good cook, just like Seokjin was–”
“Goodbye, Alex,” he said bluntly, but he was laughing at his phone as she stood up and looked around, feeling all her energy restored. Ready for another round of wedding. She could go all night at this rate. This was fun! Even unexpected closure and friendliness with Yoongi? What a great fucking night!
*
Where was Alex? Refrain of his night. If she wasn’t right against him, Jungkook was looking for her. He wanted to know where she was. He wanted to be able to reach her at any moment. Every kiss, every dance, every touch left him desperate for more. 
The relief that came from being able to ground himself with her again was shockingly normal. He’d expected to feel awkward with her longer. A little nervous still, sure. But for all the anticipation he’d felt in the last few months at the thought of interacting with the girl he had a crush on, that girl was still Alex. Who made inappropriate jokes and kicked him when he teased her and scrunched her shoulders up exactly like he’d expected to when he kissed her neck after she’d asked him to. Alex who he could communicate with in a glance, and who made him laugh with a look, and swung between being the life of the party and then sneaking off for some alone time because it was too much.
Alex who had fucking shocked him to the core asking to go home with him.
And he’d said no!?!??
What the fuck was wrong with him?!
He was just in shock. He had hoped just to be near her tonight and instead they’d kissed and danced together and kissed more and then she brought up that and it just seemed like asking for too much. It made the evening veer into the unrealistic; this had to just be a dream, right? 
Fuck, her little gasp when he’d kissed her neck. What had compelled her to ask for that? Of course he’d done it. God he wanted to hold her down and do it again, really make her gasp and squirm and cry out and cum–
Ok, he had not expected her to be so open and straightforward and just break his brain like this tonight. He was barely handling the dress! Be nicer to me, Alex. When did you get so mean?!
He ought to step back. He kept trying to put space so he could think rationally about the right thing to do. No short term thinking with Alex. He wanted the whole thing, the long term, the big picture with her. No just giving in to what he wanted to do when he had her in his grasp right now. He wanted to show he was mature and serious and respectful. She’d just had a breakup. He didn’t want to be a rebound.
Was she just on the prowl? Was that why she’d dressed so good and had so much confidence? She danced without abandon. She joined anything she was called to. She was clearly having a fantastic night and she had admitted she wanted to get taken home by someone and–
No, but she hadn’t said someone, she’d asked him to take her home and…
And, you know, fuck her. Alex. His best friend. Who he’d been longing to do just that to for months now. 
Who even needed alcohol when a sexy woman in a velvet dress had you by the balls and you were standing there trying to decide whether to just let her or resist for some higher thinking…
Both? Could they really have both? She said she wanted both… 
Fuck, this woman was driving him crazy! 
Jimin’s brother and Taehyung had snagged him to get all the bags of eco-friendly confetti ready for people to chuck at Jimin and Ina’m to cap off the night. It was after two in the morning, and Jungkook was shocked at how many of the guests were still here. Even older guests! He overheard talk about moving the party somewhere else. Party to sunrise, apparently! Jungkook was exhausted after the work and emotions and and just everything of the day.
But as he shepherded guests past the table to grab the baggies and out to the circle drive where the limousine waited for In’am and Jimin’s ceremonial departure (they were staying at this hotel and would circle back after a drive around the city), Jungkook realized the night was coming to an end. Soon the wedding would be wrapped and he’d be free of groomsmen duties, free to go home, time to say goodbye to Alex and what, just hope all this stuck? That the next time they saw each other, she still wanted to kiss him? Was this his one opportunity and if he didn’t seize it, she’d be onto someone new tomorrow? It didn’t sound like Alex but neither did kissing him in the middle of the dance floor, neither did asking him to take her home and fuck her, neither did– this was just uncharted territory here. He didn’t know. He didn’t know what he was doing here! He just knew he couldn’t let her leave without some assurance that this had not all been a dream. He didn’t want the night to end ever.
“Everyone’s ready!” Taehyung called up the line from the circle drive to Jungkook, standing in the center of the path. Jungkook waved a thumb’s up to the hotel entrance to pass along to the newlyweds. He’d been looking for Alex to stand next to but couldn’t find her. 
The shouting started and people began to throw the heart-shaped white confetti and shout and music played as In’am and Jimin came out of the hotel, hand in hand. Jungkook had to wedge himself in at the end of the sidewalk. He ripped his own cone of confetti open to toss, and in doing so, glanced directly across the path, where Alex stood with Sabina and Rebekah and Namjoon and Yoongi and maybe more of their friends, all shouting and throwing confetti but Jungkook really only saw Alex. It was like magic, seeing her big smile as confetti floated down between them and camera flashes went off and people shouted. He really thought time slowed down.
Yeah, there was no way he was going to remember Jimin’s wedding as the night he didn’t take Alex home. They didn’t have to have sex! They could eat junk food and play video games until the sun came up. They could pass out the second they got to his bedroom. He could sleep on the couch if she changed her mind. But he was going to drag tonight out for every second he could.
Alex had a fantasy of being the woman he took home? He’d be a fucking idiot not to make that come true.
So as soon as Jimin and In’am were in the limo, Jungkook darted across the path and grabbed her hand and dragged her back from the line of partygoers.
“It’s all in my hair!” she laughed, shaking her head, brushing it off her shoulders. 
Jungkook brushed it out of her bangs and asked as casually and no-pressure as he could, “Hey, want to come home with me?” 
Her eyebrows raised and he felt a moment of panic. Hadn’t she said that’s what she wanted earlier?! Shit! Shit shit shit!
“Really?” she asked, and crossed her arms –under her tits. “That’s how Jungkook Jeon gets women to go home with him? That’s your game? You sound so–”
“Huh? Wha– well but– yeah but I’m not putting moves on you,” he defended. 
“Um, ouch.”
“You want me to put moves on you– but– but I already told you that you’re more than that–”
“Damn. How did you ever get laid?”
“I’m just trying to tell you that there’s no pressure to have sex or anything, you can just come over and we can get fries on the way home or something– stop making that face!” he laughed and covered his. 
She shook her head and admitted, “My whole world is changing right now. Your instagram is nothing but lies!  This is what your game was like in high school! I thought you turned into some superstar fuckboy since then–”
“Fine!” he huffed and turned away from her. His friends were making a point of not noticing them, he could tell. Other people were heading back into the venue to get their things, or going straight out to their cars. 
He turned back, ready to say something good he’d think of on the spot.
Alex was gone. She had misunderstood! FUCK. She’d started to walk back inside. He ran after her, already laughing at his own stupidity. She must have expected he’d follow though because it was easy once he caught her hand to get her to stop walking, and easy to back her up against one of the columns lining the hotel walkway. She was so short, it was easy to rest his elbow above her head and lean in close and trace his fingers down the side of her face to tilt her jaw up.
“Oh,” she said. 
“It’s time to go, babe,” he said. Her lips twitched. She was trying not to laugh. But that felt ok because she admitted,
“Damn, that’s pretty good…” And something about the way she swallowed made it seem more like she was nervous than that she thought he was ridiculous.
But then he started to laugh as he realized, “So uh, you got wheels we can use, babe?” The laughter erupted from her. She doubled forward, hands to his chest; he dropped his hands to her arms.
“You don’t have your car!”
“Jimin picked me up this morning!”
“So we can ride back with Namjoon!’
“He’ll get pissy if I’m fingering you in the back of his– shit, too much?”
“Oh.” Her eyes went very big. 
“Uh… sorry, I don’t know what’s too much or what you think is funny–”
“I don’t either,” she admitted and he was so fucking endeared by her in the moment. He loved the glimpse of her honesty and uncertainty. It made him feel better about his own. “Just… as long as you aren’t like making fun of me–”
“No no, I’m not. Shit, I fucked it up–”
“No,” she said, grabbing his arm. “It’s good then. Um… treat me like one of your insta girls–”
“Absolutely not, I actually care about seeing you again,” he laughed. “But I will take you home with me and we can just see what uh, what happens.”
“I don’t have my car either though. I was planning to go home with someone.”
“Who?” he asked, obviously thinking she meant like Rebekah or something. She just raised her eyebrows. “Wha? Who? You better mean me…”
“Hm…”
“Alex…” He slid his arms around her and tried to drop his mouth to her neck but she was too quick lifting her shoulders with a squeal.
“Say it was me,” he demanded.
“Actually I was hoping Seychelle would be here–”
“Absolutely not.” He couldn’t suppress his laughter, “Can’t risk her converting you.”
“Exactly. I’m ready and willing–”
“Don’t say that in public,” he interrupted. “Wait until we’re home.” He winked at her, meaning it playful. But he saw the flicker across her face, where she wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. 
Goddamnit. If Alex really wanted that, was he really going to tell her no? Especially when she’d just admitted she basically planned this. This wasn’t a drunk spur of the moment mistake. She’d come here so hopeful of him– really? This was really all on purpose? So then had she really dumped Hoseok for him? She left her car at home for him? Obviously she wouldn’t have been stranded completely if things hadn’t gone well but… but her hope in him made him bolder.
“So… you wore this dress for me too?” he asked, reaching out to finger the sleeve.
She made a face, “Um, I wore this dress because I look amazing in it.”
“Yeah, you do.”
“But maybe I was hoping someone would notice me in it.”
“Just anybody, huh?”
“Yeah, just anybody,” she grinned and giggled. It was the girliest he’d ever heard Alex giggle. If he’d been watching her act like this with anyone else, he’d known instantly she had a crush, it was so obvious. Her flirting was just so cute. “You know, going to a wedding alone, you never know who might be there, maybe you want to celebrate with someone afterwards.”
“Well then you’re lucky I noticed you before some other guy who uh, doesn’t know how to make eggs in the morning… or something… god, why do you keep laughing at me?!”
“I’m just nervous!” she laughed and hit his arm. “I’m not used to being on the receiving end of your game when you’re being serious about it! Well, I mean, you used to try to pull this kind of shit when you wanted something from me but… but it didn’t make me feel like this before!”
“Oh yeah? What do you think changed then?” He let go of her sleeve but realized she must be cold now, still standing outside without her coat.
“I don’t know! I guess… just… because it could go somewhere um different this time… I mean different than you just crying because I beat you in Smash again–”
“Don’t get too excited, I have been playing a lot of video games lately,” he warned. And slid his arm around her to pull her into his jacket and herded her towards the door. 
“Yeah but I’m just innately better at it than you.”
“Uh huh. We’ll see… hey. You know even before all of this,” he mused, “you were always my favorite woman to leave with.”
“Wow.”
“What?”
“I don’t know, it’s kind of weird to hear you call me a woman instead of just girl or shrimp. Oh my god, does that mean you really have realized I’m a woman after all these years?!” She was teasing him, the teasing felt so good, he felt giddy all over again. And apparently when he got giddy he wanted to say raunchy things to get a rise out of her.
So he assured her quietly, “Oh I know you’re a woman, and whether it’s tonight or another night, I will be more than happy to wring every single orgasm from your little shrimp body–”
“There’s no way this is how you seduce women.”
“Yeah but it’s working with you, huh?” 
She glared. He was too giddy to even take the kiss he wanted, just tapped her nose because she’d hate it and ordered, “Go get your coat, babygirl, I’ll get my things and– wait, how are we getting home again? Hey, Namjoon!”
He had to walk away quickly because calling Alex babygirl didn’t feel jokey, it felt new and exciting and yes still jokey but also heavy and intentional and now there was no reason he couldn’t call her baby anymore and he was just really excited and ready to get her home. If Namjoon wouldn’t stop for fries, maybe he could doordash some on the way…
Guess what this chapter is too long to fit in a single post so go here for Part B!
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bts as pokémon trainers
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rewatching the anime so naturally i have some Thoughts. this is going off the gym leader style, where they specialize in one type, but free to share your own!
seokjin — normal trainer. no one has more ditto energy than him. they may not be the strongest, but this is a trainer that’s just vibing with his friends. lives in a port town, definitely owns a boat. would be a water trainer but feels bad catching the fish and not putting them back. team: snorlax, porygon, eevee, aipom, teddiursa, chansey. secondary type: water.
yoongi — ghost trainer. i think out of everyone he’d appreciate the beauty of the pokémon tower the most. he’s elusive himself, but also really gentle, and i think ghost types would be drawn to that kind of energy. team: haunter, mimikyu, misdreavus, sableye, (alolan) marowak, greavard. secondary type: steel.
hobi — fairy trainer. everyone thinks they’re just cute, but fairy types are also really powerful, and if that doesn’t describe hobi idk what does. like jin, not out to be a pokémon master. probably runs the daycare. team: togepi, swirlix, sylveon, jigglypuff, gardevoir, snubbull. secondary type: ground.
namjoon — grass trainer. easy. definitely more of a professor/researcher and less of a battle trainer. thinks battling is too violent, just wants to spend all day under a tree with his buddies. team: bellossom, ivysaur, vileplume, deerling, treecko, exeggutor. secondary type: bug.
jimin — electric trainer. i always say jimin and i are a lot alike, so it’s with affection that i say: short fuse. definitely a battle trainer and probably a gym leader, but within the first few towns. would probably love to mentor all the kids who just got their trainer licenses. team: jolteon, ampharos, luxio, elekid, rotom, electrode. secondary type: fire.
taehyung — ice trainer. the winter bear himself. seems cold and unattainable (even though we know better) so he’s definitely an elite four member. obviously from lumiose city. only the best for him. team: glaceon, articuno, lapras, arceus, cubchoo, cloyster. secondary type: psychic.
jungkook — dragon trainer. the main character, the ash ketchum of this journey. a little cocky at first but has a big heart and is always willing to learn. he’s going to be the pokémon master and no one’s going to stop him, even if it takes 25 seasons. team: dragonite, rayquaza, garchomp, koraidon, zygarde, latios. secondary type: fighting.
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