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easyobsession · 4 years

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Somewhere Only We Know

“You’re gonna get pissed.” He warns.

“Seriously, Justin, just tell me what’s going on.”

“Fine,” He pauses again, this time so long Kat is about to lose it, when he finally blurts, “We could get married.”

A Spinning Out fic.

A/N: A few things to get straight: what little knowledge I have about the Olympics, the Village, and ice skating in general is very limited and based solely on what I can find online. Please go easy on me; I’m new to this world. Most of my research for Beijing’s Games is speculation based on past Winter Olympics combined with me also making some of it up.

Also, as we know, we only got one season of this amazing show. While I have done my fair share of research (aka watched every Katstin scene an embarrassing amount of times), if you don’t remember some of the smaller details I mention it’s quite possibly because I made them up. Bare with me and go with it. I’m doing my best.

She’s been staring at the ceiling for nearly two hours. She knows this because in those two hours, Kat Baker has looked at the clock more times than she can count. But she’s done her best to stay still and focus on sleep, because if ever a good reason to need a solid night’s rest, this is it. Plus, she isn’t alone.

But it’s been nearly two hours. And after feeling her bedmate shift for the third time in less than ten minutes, she can’t help herself.

“Are you awake?” she speaks softly in case she’s wrong.

“Yes.” Justin’s voice comes so instantaneously it’s obvious he has been for a while. He rolls over onto his side to face her, clearly fed up with the charade. “I know we’re supposed to be too excited to sleep or whatever, but I figured jet lag and exhaustion would kick in eventually.”

Kat sighs. “I don’t think I can lay here anymore.”

“Screw it. Let’s go walk around or something. Get some food. I don’t know,” He shrugs, “Everything is open 24/7 here. Might as well take advantage of it.”

Kat bites at her lip. They have practice tomorrow at 9am sharp and Dasha will kill them if they’re stumbling around exhausted, but she’s so stir crazy right now she can’t bring herself to care.

“Alright, let’s go.”

They both dress quickly and head for the door, remembering to grab their ID badges from the nightstand and doing their best to remain silent as they slip through the common room. Their hands find each other in the elevator as they depart from the ninth floor, and they both give a courteous nod to security as they exit the dorm.

February in Beijing is beautiful, and despite being nothing more than a glorified college campus, the Olympic Village somehow still manages to blow both Kat and Justin’s minds. With a large handful of sky-high dormitories divided up by country, the Village is filled with basic amenities like a post office, bank, laundry facility, a convenience store, several gyms, and a huge cafeteria containing cuisine from around the world at every hour of the day.

Kat and Justin have been here for eight days so far. The first two days were spent getting settled with the other Team USA skaters and personnel, the third day they participated in the Opening Ceremony, and the remaining time has been spent using their allotted practice sessions, hitting the gym for light workouts, and enjoying the experience. They’ve also seen a few events, which is a highlight, and done a couple interviews (Dasha promises there are more to come- super) and some press work.

Mostly though, they’ve been staying close and trying to remain in a good headspace. Their competition begins in three days and their families arrive tomorrow, so for the most part they’re taking Dasha’s advice and focusing on each other.

“This is yours to lose,” she’d said. “Don’t over-think anything. Just stick together and enjoy it.”

This probably isn’t what she meant, but whatever.

After leaving the dorms behind, the duo makes the short walk into the heart of the Village, the nightlife scene far more alive than some might expect. The Village is open 24 hours a day for a reason. Some athletes prefer to train in the later hours, jetlag affecting a large amount, and some seem to need an escape to rid themselves of the jitters. One thing is clear though: everyone is tense. It’s like a university during finals- the pressure is on and everyone is feeling it.

“We should probably skip the caffeine, but how ‘bout hot chocolate?” Justin proposes, their linked hands swaying between them as they approach the commissary.

Kat nods. As much as a huge cup of coffee sounds appealing right now, he’s right. With any luck they’ll hopefully be able to manage at least a few hours of shuteye after this little excursion and a latte screams bad call.

After getting two steaming cups of cocoa (caramel in hers- she’d agreed to forgo the caffeine, not the sugar) they find an empty bench just far enough off the main pathway for a bit of privacy. So far it’s been a blast meeting and getting to know the other athletes from around the world, including several of Kat and Justin’s personal idols, but two AM just isn’t the hour preferred for socializing.

For a while they sit in silence, enjoying the peace and tranquility and the rare chance to people-watch the night owls between sips from their respective biodegradable cups.

“Feeling any sleepier?” Justin questions finally, causing the brunette under his arm to sigh.

“Will you judge me if I say that I’m even more awake than before?”

Justin lets out a curse. “I was hoping it was just me.”

“Gotta love Olympic life,” she ruses, “Well, I’m not going to the gym.”

“Fuck that,” he agrees. They’ve been practicing nonstop as it is. Neither of them is in the mood to ruin what little free time they do have, especially since Dasha never shuts up about the importance of not overdoing it.

“I don’t know. Nothing sounds appealing.” Kat continues, “But I don’t want to just sit here all night.”

For a moment silence falls again until Justin begins to fidget, shifting in his seat and catching her attention.

“What?” she demands, the look in his eye giving him away just like always.

“Nothing.” He quickly dismisses, shaking his head. “Never mind. I’m an idiot. Forget it.”

Kat rolls her eyes. “I know you’re an idiot,” she teases, “You’re my idiot though, which means I’m privy to all of your idiocy.”

“Seriously Kat, drop it. It was a dumbass thought. Let it go.”

“Hey,” the change of tone in his voice causes her to pull back, finding his eyes. Clearly he’s getting upset about something. “Talk to me.”

Justin stares at her for a minute. “You’re gonna get pissed.” He warns.

“Seriously, Justin, just tell me what’s going on.”

“Fine,” He pauses again, this time so long Kat is about to lose it, when he finally blurts, “We could get married.”

Silence.

“What?” It takes all of Kat’s strength not to screech the word. “Are you- what?”

“I said it was dumb!”

“It’s the middle of the night.” she sputters. “Our families aren’t here. We’ve only been together-”

“What feels like forever sometimes,”

Kat gives him a dirty look. “Really? You’re choosing now to fuck around?”

He raises his hands in defense.

“Look, it was just something that popped in my head.”

“Of all the possibilities, this was the random thought you had?”

Justin glances toward the ground, causing her eyes to go wide.

“This isn’t the first time?” Kat pauses, her voice finally falling back down to its regular decibel. “You’ve thought about this before?”

“Have I thought about marrying you?” Justin snorts, giving up on his hesitance as the insanity of the situation triggers brutal honesty. “I’m 25, Kat, and I’ve been in love with you longer than the two years we’ve been together. Yes, I’ve thought about it.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He says quickly. “I don’t have a binder filled with details or anything. It’s just something I’ve thought about, that’s all.”

This seems to catch her attention.

“Like what?”

“Like… I don’t know.” He shrugs. “You probably don’t want something too big or flashy. Which is awesome, because while my dad will lose his shit and it’ll drive Mandy nuts, I’m actually on board with small and simple. And I know you’ll kill me if I spend too much on the ring, which is the one thing I already have covered-”

“You have it covered?” she interrupts. “Like what, you’ve already bought it?”

He pauses for a minute, staring at her before letting out a sigh.

“I don’t want to freak you out.”

“Justin, seriously, I swear to fucking god-”

“Fine!” he holds up his hands in surrender. “Just give me ten minutes. Stay here.”

“Stay here? Where are you going?” she wants to hit him when he rises from the bench. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“Stay here!” He repeats.

“Fuck off!” she cries, yet for some reason her ass remains glued to her seat.

The following ten minutes pass in a slow blur, because what the actual fuck? Ironically it isn’t their relationship, but the fact that they’re skating for Olympic medals in three days that assures her he wouldn’t just leave her sitting in the middle of the Village like a moron, when Justin returns with his hands in his pockets, looking even more nervous than when he left. (Which is understandable, because there’s at least a 50% chance this could lead to his death.)

He lets out a breath as he sits back down next to her, finally revealing his hands and holding up a respectably sized (but not too gaudy) ruby in a band of gold. He places the ring in the palm of her hand, giving a small shrug.

“It was my mom’s.” he explains quietly. “I’ve had it since she died. Dad said she planned on giving it to me eventually.”

“Justin-”

“Look, it was a dumb idea. And I didn’t mean to freak you out, especially when literally the biggest event of our lives is in three days, but… I don’t know.” He shrugs again. “I just started talking and you didn’t stop me. So here we are.”

“So what, you just carry this with you everywhere you go?”

“Fuck you. It’s called being prepared, Baker.”

Kat goes quiet for a minute, her eyes falling from his understandably stressed face to the ring still perched in her palm. This is quite literally the last thing she ever would’ve expected, and yet for some reason the idea of turning him down isn’t her gut reaction. It’s crazy, yeah, but she does love him and they’ve been together for a while. Hell, practically everyone and their brother has brought it up, so it’s not like she hasn’t thought about it, and at the end of the day she could think of a lot worse ways to live her life than spending it with Justin.

“Your mom must’ve had small hands too. Although… I guess we won’t really know if it fits unless you put it on me.” She murmurs finally, causing his head to snap up.

“What?”

“I mean, I won’t be able to wear it on the ice, obviously,” she continues, “And we should probably wait until after the Games to tell anyone, because it’ll only be more pressure if we’re labeled the American Newlywed team. Plus, our families are no question going to kill us- Dasha at the front of the line. We’ll probably have to have some sort of party to make it up to them. Especially Mandy.”

“Are you saying yes?” he asks breathlessly, still unsure if he’s in a daze or acquired brain damage from the cold.

A small grin breaks out on Kat’s face. “I must be crazier than we thought.”

“You’re saying yes!” he surges forward to kiss her, hoping all of his joy can be transmitted through the pressure of his lips. “Holy shit.”

“Does it count if you never put the ring on me?” she questions through a giggle, causing him to let out a laugh of his own as he takes the ring and slides it onto her finger with shaking hands.

“Perfect fit.” He observes, part of him not even surprised because fate is just on their side tonight apparently, before leaning in to kiss her again. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She grins. “Mr. Baker,”

Justin laughs. “You joke, but I really could not care less.” He pauses for a second. “Hey, look, I’m sorry this isn’t something better. I mean, I wasn’t planning on renting out the Eiffel Tower or anything, but I wanted to at least make a speech or something. Most of all I know it’s something I planned to talk to you about beforehand.”

Kat shrugs. “Might as well have this be just as weird and dysfunctional as everything else about our lives, right?” She says with a dry laugh. “Besides, you can save the speech for your vows.”

Justin stares at her for a second. “You seriously want to get married at 3AM in a foreign country, in secret, three days before the biggest competition of our careers?”

“Are you getting cold feet already?”

He laughs. “I’m just making sure I’m not dreaming.” He says honestly.

“Oh, you’re awake. And it’s too late to back out now, Davis.” She holds up her left hand where the ring sparkles, looking, Justin can’t help but notice, like it’s always belonged there. “I’ve already got the hardware.”

Justin grins. “Guess I’m stuck then.”

“Looks like it.”

“Huh.” He stands up from the bench and offers her his hand. “Then let’s go get married.”

Part 2 Coming Soon. ;)

#spinning out #kat baker #justin davis #katstin #kat x justin #sowk fic

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jasntodds · 5 years

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The Wild Hunt [t.h.]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (supernatural *not the TV show* AU)

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of blood, some panic, lots of fear, and some good ole angst

Words: 4,073

Summary: The Wild Hunt is said to be of ghost riders and hellhounds riding the storm to steal souls of the living for all of eternity

A/N: Y’all know what I love? In case you missed it? Teen Wolf. Despite popular opinion, season 6 was amazing and that was the season of the ghost riders so it’s only fair I take that and write about Tom, right? Also, this is for @keepingupwiththeparkers ‘s writing challenge that was forever go!

Masterlist

To be in love is almost something magical. You have someone who's not just your best friend but your person. They're your other half, a kind of soulmate even. Hearts beat as one, butterflies come to life at the same time, and flowers bloom together. It's good anxiety, the kind that's almost like a drug and it's waking up with them and still falling endlessly for them, pool of drool around their mouth and hair like a birds’ a best. But the absolute best part about being in love is having that person be in love, too. And Tom, he is hopelessly and endlessly in love with you.

Tom’s arm is wrapped snugly around your waist, his head just above yours as you’re both laying on the couch having a Mission Impossible marathon and a fluffy grey blanket covers both of your bodies. His lips graze the top of your head, a gentle and sweet kiss placed atop before he starts leaving quick pecks across your cheek, making you giggle and push your back against him. Tom’s laugh bounces around the room and through your ears, butterflies sputtering through both of your stomachs.

You twist in his arms, facing him and capturing his lips with yours, silencing his laughing. You can feel him smile against your lips and you can taste the leftover Carmex from earlier, a taste that bothers most people but not you, not when it comes to Tom.

“What’re you doing?” You ask and you pull away.

“Can’t kiss you for no reason?” Tom asks, eyes big and innocent.

You quirk a brow, not buying it. “No.” You laugh, shaking your head into his shoulder.

“‘M hungry.” Tom admits, his voice light and on the cusp of a chuckle.

“Mhm, thought so.” You mumble into his shirt, the scent of his cologne you never grow tired of wearing off from the day.

“Want some popcorn?” Tom asks, his breath brushing against your ear.

“Sure.” You pick your head up and offer him a gentle smile before pecking his lips.

Tom beams, kissing your forehead before he starts to get up, successfully yanking the blanket with him and tripping to the floor. You burst into a fit of laughter, trying to ask if he’s okay but the laughter coming from him and the movement of his shoulders tell you he’s perfectly fine. He rolls over onto his back, clearly defeated but his chest is rising quickly with the subsiding laugh.

“For someone as athletic as you, you’re clumsy.” You mock, leaning over the couch.

“Love me anyway.” Tom picks his head up, winking at you.

“On occasion.” You quip, a smile spread across your face.

Tom gasps, hitting his chest over his heart. “But I love you.” Tom whines, sticking out his bottom lip and all you can do is lean back, laughing.

“Yeah, I love you, too.” You mutter.

Tom gains a triumphant smile as he gets to his feet. “‘S what I thought.”

You roll your eyes and choose not to respond. Tom made his way to the kitchen, opening and closing the cabinet for a bag of microwave popcorn and you pulled out your phone, checking messages and social media. There was a new picture of you and Tom posted to Instagram, Harry had posted it not long before. A happy smile started to pull at the corner of your lips, your thumb just brushing over the image.

You’d all gone a pub for a night out, just you, Tom, Harry, and Harrison but as Harry is who he is, he couldn’t leave the picture taking for another time. So, of course, he snapped one of you and Tom leaning against the wall outside as you waited for a ride home. Tom’s arms wrapped around you as your back is pressed against his chest and you’re looking up to him smiling and laughing, eyes crinkling at the edges. Tom looks about as happy as he’s ever been, intoxicated, but blissfully in love with you and about to kiss your temple. Just the picture alone is enough to send shivers of electricity through your heart.

“Tom,” You sit up, twisting to your knees and resting your forearms on the back of the couch so you can see Tom. “Have you seen the picture Harry posted about an hour ago?” You ask, waving your phone at him.

He shakes his head and walks over, taking your phone from your hands and his entire face softens with the sight of it. His lips are pulled into a fragile smile, the corners of his eyes just barely crinkling, and the reflection of the phone is bouncing from his eyes. He doesn’t have to say anything because it’s all right there, Harry did well getting the picture. But, before you could ask what he thought, just to be sure, Tom was sliding your phone back in your hands while bringing your lips to his in a deep kiss. You sigh against him before he pulls away.

“What was that for this time?”

“Just love you is all.” Tom whispers, bringing his lips to yours once more only for you both to be interrupted by the microwave and Tom’s phone ringing.

He gives you a quick smirk before digging in his pocket and pulling out his phone, turning his back to you as he goes to the microwave. Tom puts the phone to his ear and greets the caller, not bothering to have checked the caller ID.

“Sam’s gone!” The panicked voice of Harry rings through Tom’s ears.

“What?” Tom asks, pulling the phone from his head to see it’s still reading his brother’s name.

“Sam’s. Gone!” Harry says, this time clearer. “He-he was here and then...then these-I don’t know! These guys or somethin’ show up and, Tom, he’s just gone! And we gotta-”

“Slow down,” Tom sighs, opening the microwave, clouding his nose with the scent of fresh popcorn and putting the phone between his ear and shoulder as he grabs the steaming bag. “Who’s Sam?”

Tom knows he has a few friends by the name but none of who should be causing Harry this much worry. But, Harry is someone who likes to prank Tom. They’ve been doing it as long as either of them can remember. Cling wrap in the door frame, cooking oil on the kitchen floor, salt in the sugar, it’s what they do so Tom can’t help but think this is just some weird prank Harry is trying to pull.

“What the fuck do you mean--your brother!” Harry screams so loud you can hear him from your seat on the couch. Tom pulls the phone away from his ear and swaps sides, walking over to you. “My twin! He is gone!”

Tom’s brows are furrowed, entire forehead wrinkled in confusion as he hands you the bag of popcorn. “What’re you on?” Tom asks. “We don’t have a brother called Sam.”

You take a few pieces of popcorn, popping them into your mouth while matching Tom’s expression, wondering what could possibly be going on.

“God!” Harry yells in frustration. “Yes, we do! These weird guys or something came in and they fuckin’...shot him or something.”

“Is there blood?” Tom asks, no concern in his voice.

“No…” Harry says. “But--”

“If someone’s shot, there’d be blood. You were probably dreaming.” Tom says, taking a handful of popcorn for himself.

Harry groans on the other end. “I wasn’t dreaming! This is serious! He was just here. He’s our brother! Why’re you actin’ like you don’t fuckin’ care?”

“Harry,” Tom says. “Would you calm down? We’ve only got Paddy, ‘s it. No Sam. Tellin’ you, you were probably--”

“You’re fuckin’ useless, you know that?” Harry’s voice breaks with his voice, making Tom fall concerned.

“Where’s mum and dad? Maybe you should talk to them.” Tom offers. “You don’t sound alright.”

“Fine.” Harry mutters. “They’ll believe me.” Before Tom can respond, the line does dead.

Tom pulls the phone from his head, looking at the now black screen. He shakes his head, eyes going to you before he climbs over the back of the couch and takes a seat beside you. You watch him with a raised brow, waiting for him to explain but he just sits in silence for a minute.

He’s never heard Harry that upset. It doesn’t matter the prank, doesn’t matter the joke, Harry wouldn’t take it that far to cause Tom major concern. He sounded genuinely terrified and hurt, like he really had just watched someone be taken or shot. It’s a little unsettling and it even has Tom questioning about his other brother. Maybe Harry mistook the name? But that wouldn’t quite make sense and Tom wouldn’t just forget he had a third brother, right?

“You okay, Tom?” You ask, resituating to face him.

“Uh,” Tom shakes his head, still looking forward. “Yeah, I think.” He says quietly before looking to you. “Harry said he saw our brother get taken or shot but not Paddy, Sam?”

“You don’t have a brother named Sam?” You question, making sure that Tom hasn’t been hiding a secret brother in the year you’ve been dating.

Tom shakes his head quickly. “No, no, we don’t. Just the three of us.”

“What’s wrong then?”

Tom shrugs a shoulder. “He sounded...serious, maybe.” Tom says. “I dunno. It was just weird but he’s ringing our parents. It was probably a night terror or nightmare, somethin’.”

“Do you wanna stop tomorrow to check on him?” You offer, seeing the distress across Tom’s face.

“Yeah, I’ll go.” Tom says, taking the bag of popcorn from you.

“I can go with you if you want.” You offer with a reassuring smile.

“Nah,” Tom starts, putting his arm around your shoulders to pull you into him. “I’ll go and meet you back here after work, ya?”

“Alright,” You sigh. “Just lemme know if you change your mind.”

“Thanks, love.” Tom mutters as he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “We should get back to the movie.” Tom nods towards the screen, offering you the top of the bag of popcorn.

You nod, kissing his cheek and within twenty minutes, you’re both back to how you were before Harry had called.

By the time the next morning rolls around, it’s like the night before didn’t happen. Tom had brushed off his phone call with Harry, saying he was gonna stop by later in the day. And your morning routine went as it normally does, each taking turns showering and moving around the bathroom is perfect harmony only to meet back in the kitchen where the two of you would make breakfast and eat together. And that leads the two of you to now, where you’re both in the kitchen just after breakfast. Tom is at the sink while you’re sat on the corner, finishing off an apple before you’re set to leave for work.

“You’re gonna be late if you don’t go soon.” Tom wipes his hands on the towel as you pull out your phone, checking the time.

“Yeah, don’t wanna go.” You scrunch your face, looking back to Tom.

Tom moves over to you, slightly spreading your legs so he can't stand between them. “But when you get home, I’ll be here.” He smirks leaning in and connecting his lips to yours.

“This isn’t making me wanna go anymore.” You close your eyes as his kisses trail down your jaw.

“Just giving you something to look forward to when you come home.” Tom smirks against your neck, nipping but careful not to leave marks.

You whine, tilting your head back to give him more access. “I think you just like to tease me.”

Tom chuckles, kissing back up your cheek before cupping your face in his hands. “Is quite fun, ya.”

“I shouldn’t go then.” Your eyes widen, teasing him.

Tom scrunches his nose, reaching for your phone and checking the time only to be met with the picture Harry had taken. “You should and you’ve changed your background?” Tom flashes the screen to you.

“Mhm.” You hum, plucking the phone from his hand. “You look cute.”

“Not as cute as you, darlin’.” Tom gives you a wide grin.

“Stop.” You roll your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder.

“‘S true.” Tom assures, kissing the side of your head.

“I love you, ya know?” You look back to him, arms coming around his shoulders.

“I know.” Tom smiles, pecking your lips. “And I love you, don’t forget that, ya?”

“How could I ever?” You quip, pulling him in for a deep kiss, your tongue tracing his bottom lip.

How could you possibly forget that Tom loves you? That’s the real question. A love as strong as yours should be unbreakable. It should be stronger than any force of nature. Stronger than anything to exist. He reminds you day in and day out that he is in love with you and he has been since day one and you do the exact thing. It’s not always in the words of “i love you” but in the words like “be careful”,”buckle your seatbelt”, “text me when you get there”, and “this made me think of you”. It’s in the actions when either of you show up with the other’s favorite lunch or dinner, just because you thought of each other. It’s how you move around the kitchen in a perfect dance only the two of you know. You maneuver around the bathroom with ease, brushing teeth and hair, never once bumping into each other. It’s in the small glances at sunset and sleepy smiles in the morning when the sun’s woken the two of you up. Everything you two do, it’s there. It’s love. A love one could not simply forget.

Well, that’s how it should be at least.

You’ve been home from work just long enough to have changed into a pair of pajamas when you hear the door slam shut. You jump at the sound, your heart immediately starting to race as you make your way down the hallway. Tom is standing against the door, palms against it as and his chest is rising and falling as if he’s just gotten done running from someone, from something. His hair is sticking to his forehead and you can hear him gasping for air. Complete worry washes over you as you step closer to him.

“Tom?”

“Y/n!” He yells, pushing away from the door. “Thank God.” He sighs of relief but his expression doesn’t show it, it’s still written with fear. “C’mon.” He grabs your arms and pulls you down the hall to your bedroom, quickly shutting the door and locking it.

“Tom what’s--” You try to ask but he’s quick to cut you off by cupping your face.

“I’m gonna sound fuckin’ nuts but you’ve to listen to me, alright?” Tom’s eyes are wide and glossy, looking like he’s about to cry.

“You’re scaring me, what’s wrong?” Your eyes search his face for any sign of what's going on.

“I went to Harry’s and--”

“Who’s Harry?” You cut him off before he could finish.

Tom's expression drops. Pure and utter devastation wash across his face and his heart stops right in his chest. “You….you don’t….” Tom stares you, jaw going a bit slack as the color drains from his face.

He went to Harry’s, he did and it didn't go how he expected. Harry was uneasy but he didn’t remember calling Tom the night before about Sam. He didn’t know who Sam was. It was just like Tom had said, maybe a bad dream or a night terror. But then, something horrible and completely crazy happened. Something that can’t be fully explained.

“I-I...I don’t…” Tom just stares at you, expression full of sorrow as a tear falls down his face. “Someone.” Tom says, choosing not to spend time explaining who Harry is. He thinks he’s next, he knows he’s next and he doesn’t have time to sit down and explain who people are. “I was with him and he started hearing these...horses and dogs, I didn’t see ‘em, not at first but then I did and they shot him.”

“What?” You yell, trying to follow Tom’s words but he just sounds like he’s telling you a wild story.

“Yeah, I know.” Tom nods. “But...he just...disappeared. Into smoke.”

“Did you fall asleep in the car?” You ask, your voice breaking finding Tom’s state more than worrisome. If you didn't know any better, if he even smelled of a hint of alcohol rather than his favorite cologne, you'd think he was wasted beyond repair.

Tom shakes his head frantically. “No, no, no, I didn’t and I think--” Tom moves his stare from you and to the door. His eyes widen and his heart sinks.

He’s right. He’s next.

“Do you hear that?” He asks.

“Hear what?” You listen carefully, hoping that Tom hasn’t completely lost his sanity.

Tom closes his eyes and swallows a lump that’s started to form. “You don’t remember Harry?”

This is how Harry felt the night before. Tom didn’t believe him, that their own brother had simply disappeared but how can he be expected to believe something he doesn’t remember? And now it’s happened to Harry and Tom doesn't have the time to dwell on it. He doesn't have time to think about how he let his brother down not believing him or at least going over when he called. He doesn’t have time to explain it all to you because the sounds of the horses and dogs are getting closer and he’s going to be next. He doesn’t have time to tell you because you’re going to forget him and he needs to tell you so much more instead.

“You need to know I love you, okay?” Tom mutters, his voice breaking as a few tears slip over his cheeks.

“I know.” You whisper, your hands coming up to cup his. “I love you, too but--”

“No.” Tom cuts you off. “I have been in love with you forever and I’m gonna be in love with you forever but I don’t think you’re gonna remember that. I-I-I hope you do but I dunno if you will. I need you to try, though, okay? Don’t let my mum forget me. Or Harrison or my dad or Paddy. Don’t let them forget me. Try, please.” Tom pleads, tears slipping beyond his control.

“I could never forget you.” You assure him but there’s still confusion in your voice, something not comforting to Tom at all. “I love you, I do. How could I forget--”

Before you could finish, the door opens and you see nothing besides Tom moving to stand in front of you. Even when you peek around him though, you see nothing besides the white door wide open. You don’t hear anything unusual, it’s just open but Tom is shaking in front of you, almost like he’s guarding you from someone, from something.

But, Tom? Tom sees them. There’s three men with charcoal black scarecrow faces, dressed in cowboy hats and long coats on black horses with large black dogs. The dogs snarl and bark at Tom, paying no attention to you. It’s Tom they want. Tom just watches in horror, almost paralyzed as one of the riders pulls out a pistol. It’s aimed at Tom’s head and he turns his head, just barely enough to get a glance of you.

“I love you.” He whispers and with a bang unheard by you, a green puff of smoke is in front of you and you’re alone.

The smoke evaporates and it’s just you. Your heart is like rapid thunder in your ears. What just happened? Tom was there one second and gone the next. People don’t disappear. That’s impossible. People don’t just hear and see things that other people don’t and disappear because of it. But it happened. It just happened and now your mind is going a mile-a-minute because was that what Tom was trying to tell you? That this Harry person was taken by these people and that’s how he knew? That’s why he was scared? But what’s bothering you the most is that Tom really thinks--thought that you could forget him. How could you ever?

So, that’s when you decide it’s a dream. It has to be a dream because people don’t disappear into green smoke. People don’t just disappear and Tom knows you could never forget him even if you tried, even if you wanted to try. It has to be a dream. A vivid dream that keeps you tossing and turning all night.

You repeat his name over and over again, each time becoming a little stale in your thoughts. Like it’s been expired for years. You close your eyes and you picture him, brown eyes, curling brown hair, eyebrow with a cowlick you can’t help but find adorable. He’s there, in your memories while you’re awake. But, then you fall asleep.

The next day comes around and you wake up as you normally do but you don’t feel right. Something feels off. You reach for your phone, clicking the screen and being met with a picture of you in front of a brick wall looking over your shoulder, smiling and laughing. A twist to your stomach makes you furrow your brows. You remember changing the background but you don’t remember why. It’s like a void is taking up that part of your memory. The picture is cute, you look amazing, but it’s not like you set your lock screen to a picture of yourself. But, you brush it off because maybe you were just drunk when you did it or maybe you’re remembering wrong and Harrison did it as a joke and you hadn’t bothered to change it back. Either way, you get out of bed and proceed with your routine.

Your routine follows as it would normally, you take your shower, brush your teeth and hair, get dressed. You eat your breakfast and check your social media. It’s all normal but it feels off. It’s almost an empty feeling but not quite. Kind of like you’ve misplaced something but the harder you think about it, the further the memory gets. It’s almost as if someone is inside your mind just shredding your memories of whatever you’re supposed to be remembering. It’s quite unsettling.

A knock on your door pulls your attention from your phone. When you open the door, Harrison is standing there, allowing himself in with a cheery smile.

“You alright?” He asks, raised brow on display. “You look a bit lost.” He chuckles.

“Oh, yeah.” You nod. “We still going to find something for your mom’s birthday?” You ask, remembering Harrison asking a few days prior if you could come help him pick something out for his mom since he wanted to make sure he got just the right set of earrings this year.

“Yep.” Harrison chimes, watching you move across the kitchen, your expression still a but contorted in confusion. “Really, you alright?” Harrison drops the cheeriness as he watches you.

“I just,” You face him, biting the inside of your cheek. “Feel like I’m forgetting something.”

“Like what?” Harrison asks. “Can help you find it.”

You shake your head. “Nah, like, you know in Harry Potter where Neville doesn’t remember his robes so his Remembrall consumes in red smoke but he doesn't remember what he’s forgotten?” Harrison nods along with your reference. “It’s like that. I feel like I’m missing something but how can I be missing something I don’t even remember?”

Harrison rolls his shoulders. “I dunno.” He answers. “I’ve gotten the feeling before though, probably just woke up funny, ya?”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah, maybe.” You shake your head and decide to try and ignore the gnawing of your stomach. “Lemme just put my shoes on and we can go.” You give Harrison a quick smile.

“Cool.” Harrison’s cheeriness returns.

How can someone forget something they don’t remember? How can someone forget someone they love? The only answer remains with riders of the storm, the Wild Hunt.

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What Am I To You? (Jungkook Smut) (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut Length: Long

*Warning- Extreme Sexual Content*

Summary- It’s been half a year since you and Jungkook started dating, and while many people may say that it’s a dream come true to date an idol, it’s actually been hard on the both of you. But you know Jungkook, and you know that whenever things get too hard, he’s always quick to make it all better.

Hours turned to days. Days into weeks. Weeks into months. Jungkook has been your boyfriend for an ongoing six months and you feel like you’ve been given the world every time you looked into his eyes. He’s everything you ever wanted. The never-ending love was something only you two can share, and didn’t want anyone else to see.

But as you sat in your dorm, working on an essay that is not due until next semester, you realized just how lonely you are. BTS had been working on their album for months and when they finally released it, they had been performing and doing interviews and going back and forth between Korea and Japan.

You rarely saw Jungkook, in fact, you never saw Jungkook. The only source you had to see your boyfriend was on TV or on social media. You typically weren’t one to keep up with social media, but Taehyung told you that to keep up with them, you at least needed a Twitter account, so that’s what you did.

You would’ve felt more alone when it comes to Taehyung being gone, but he at least sent a text message or sent a SNOW message every time he could, whether it be him eating with the other members or him getting his makeup done. Other than that, that was all you got to keep you from sitting in the dark listening to a depressing playlist, as dramatic as that sounded.

Although BTS had been on your mind for days, you needed to finish this essay. You’re known by professors for finishing your assignments months early and if you finish this essay now, you’ll be able to go on an earlier vacation than the other students.

You typed quickly on your laptop, your books for research already opened to the right pages to keep you resourced. You were writing an essay on the possible happenings if the world were to get rid of their individual governments which was a topic that you chose since it would be so easy.

You were flipping through chapters when you heard your phone ringing. You looked over, expecting it to be your mother and you grabbed it and quickly put it to your ear, not bothering to look at the caller ID. “Hey mom, I’m working on an essay but I should be done in another hour so can I call you back?” You heard a low hum and you were taken by surprise to hear a male’s voice reply to you. “I see that you didn’t look at your caller ID cause I’m far from being your mother.”

“Jungkook?” You said his name louder than you realized and pulled your phone away from you to see his name in big letters on your screen. “Hey baby, I’ve missed you.” You almost melted at his words, but you were too upset with him. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for a month to hear from you but I’ve gotten nothing. Taehyung can send me text messages and cute videos but you can’t even send me a message saying anything? I’ve been so lonely and so sad, you have no idea.” You didn’t mean to complain and whine but it’s honestly how you felt. You miss Jungkook like crazy, and it felt like he didn’t even understand that.

“I know, and I’m sorry Princess. We’ve just been so busy, and Taehyung is just a lot better at keeping up with everyone. I’m always on my toes doing something and I’ll forget to message. Forgive me?” You could hear his sincerity through the phone and you hummed as if you were thinking but in reality, you forgave him as soon as he spoke the first time. “I forgive you.” You smiled, leaning back in your chair.

“That’s good. I was just calling to tell you that we’re finally done with all our performances so we’ll have a good month to relax until we start planning our world tour.” You perked up. “Y-You’re coming back? When?” You looked at your calendar and started planning on the bus fee to get to the airport. “We’ll be back in Korea tomorrow morning.”

You were luckily gonna be finishing this essay tonight so you were pretty much free for a good while. “Tomorrow morning...sounds great. Should I meet you guys at the airport?” You waited for Jungkook’s response but it took longer than you thought. “Don’t do that, we’ll come get you from your dorm.”

“What do you mean? I can’t come to the airport?” You were confused. Getting to see your boyfriend and your best friends when they get off their plane was all you thought about since they’ve been gone. “No, you can’t. Fans pack up the airport and things get really hectic trying to get out. You know what, it’ll be better if you’re already at our dorms so no possible fans following us can see you. I don’t need drama on Twitter.”

You understood what Jungkook meant, and you completely understood that this was most likely something all of them thought about and wanted you to do. “Okay...I understand.” You heard Jungkook sigh before humming again. “Well I gotta go, I’ll see you tomorrow?” His question made you chuckle, as if there was a slight possibility you wouldn’t be there. “Of course you’ll see me.” You heard his low chuckle and you instantly felt warm as if he was already in your embrace. “Well, goodnight Princess.”

“Goodnight, I love you.”

Your eyes widened as the words quickly left your lips and you instantly shut your mouth, your teeth slapping together. Jungkook was silent as well, as if the call had already ended but you looked at your phone to see that it was still ongoing. You panicked, quickly ending the call and tossing your phone onto your bed. You told Jungkook you loved him. Although this may not seem like a big deal to others, this was big for you two, because you never told each other that you loved them.

You were waiting for the right time to tell him that you loved him or even for him to tell you but your waiting has been ruined by the slip of your tongue. You sighed, running your hands through your hair before looking at your laptop that was glowing in front of you, the cursor floating over a sentence that you didn’t finish. You needed to clear your mind, so this essay was all you had.

The walk towards the BTS dorms always made you happy. Knowing you would be seeing them left your heart pounding and your walk was quick and jumpy, the white flowy sundress you decided to wear, blowing in the wind as you walked. You prepared yourself as if you were seeing them for the first time, your hair was curled perfectly and your makeup had no mistakes, which meant you had to get up early but that wasn’t a problem for you.

Walking past the familiar business buildings and restaurants, your eyes scanned all over for any signs of their return, but all you were able to see was some advertisements that had Jimin’s face on it for a skin cream. As you searched, you walked past you and Taehyung’s favorite bakery. You stopped, looking inside as the sweet smells of pastries and breads filled your nose. “Wouldn’t hurt to get them something..”

You squeezed your way in through the back door of the dorm, your hands full with a bag of breads and flavored pastries and drinks for the members. You got to the kitchen, setting them on the table. The clock that was facing you read 8:25am and you yawned, the need for a little rest catching up to you. You had no idea when BTS was going to come back and so far Twitter wasn’t telling you much if they had even landed at the airport yet, so you decided to just go ahead and take a nap.

You walked up the stairs, making your way into Jungkook, Jhope, and Jimin’s room. You walked over to Jungkook’s bed, squeezing your way past his many instruments and studio sets. His bed was soft, his sheets clean and inviting. You laid down, his pillow smelled of him and it brought you comfort as your eyes closed and you fell asleep peacefully.

Lips.

Why that word came to your mind in your dream, you were trying to figure out. You slept, but it felt like something was touching you.Your lips. Your lips were being touched...by someone else’s lips, and you knew exactly who’s they were.

Your eyes flew open quickly, Jungkook’s face pulling away and your lips instantly felt cold after being deserted. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” He smirked. “Jungkook!” You grabbed him, pulling him down to you quickly and he followed,landing on top of you. “I missed you too, Princess.” He chuckled. As you held him, your mind started to wander as it always did to what you told him last night. You questioned whether or not you should bring it up but you quickly declined, not wanting to talk about it so quickly since Jungkook just got here.

He pulled away slightly, his arms wrapping around you and he looked at you, studying your face. “You’re beautiful...” He leaned in slowly, his lips making contact with yours and you were quick to kiss him back, your kisses were loving and passionate but there was a hidden hunger and desire behind it. It was true that you missed Jungkook, more than anything. You also missed the way he touched you, and the way he kissed all over your body, and the way he fucked you. But that wasn’t something that you were going to tell him.

Jungkook’s hands traveled all over your body, his hands traveling around your back and then to your stomach and upwards until his hand cupped your breast. A small moan left you as you kissed him but you were quick to whine when he pulled away. “Not right now...” He whispered and you pouted. “Later tonight, the members are going out for drinks. That’ll be the time when I can finally taste you.”

A shiver ran down your spine at Jungkook’s words and you watched as he pulled away from you, his hands grabbing yours to pull you up as well. You stood in front of him, your hands moving down to fix your sundress a little. Jungkook only stared, his eyes burning into your skin. “You’re staring, Jungkook.” You moved closer to him, your body pressing against his. His eyes flickered up to yours. “I like what I see.” His voice was deep. Deep so his words only be heard by the two of you. You quickly pressed your lips against him, your arms wrapping around his neck and his arms slowly wrapped around your waist.

You heard someone clear their throat and you were quick to pull away, looking over to see Taehyung leaning against the door frame with a piece of bread in his hands. “I knew I’d find you two up here.” He shoved the last piece of bread into his mouth, his arms open wide. “Come and give me a hug!” You smiled wide, quickly running over and hugging Taehyung, his arms engulfing you. You giggled as he spun you around and then set you back on your feet.

“Taehyung...I missed you.” You buried your face in his neck, his scent filling your nose. His familiar smell of vanilla relaxed you, as if all your inner worries didn’t exist. “I missed you too, weirdo.” He teased you. “Why are you looking all pretty? For me?” He flashed you a wide smile and you snorted, playfully slapping his arm. “Of course...not! Idiot.” You giggled as he huffed. “Still can’t respect your hyung? Do i have to leave for another month?” Taehyung’s arms folded over his chest as he pouted before quickly reaching to ruffle your hair before running off.

“K-Kim Taehyung! Do you know how long it took me to do my hair?” You yelled after him, chasing him down the stairs and into the kitchen to see the other members sitting around the table and eating the pastries you brought. “(Y/N!) Jimin wrapped his arms quickly around you, his arms hugging you tight. You pulled away from him, smiling at him before looking at all the other members.

“Do you like the food I brought?” You looked at Jin who was stuffing his face. He nodded, his mouth full of strawberry bread. “You didn’t have to bring us this.” Yoongi gave you a quick hug, his hand carrying his favorite coffee that you brought him. “If I didn’t then who else will?” You flashed a warm smile and all the members smiled back. At that moment as you stood in front of them, you really felt complete again.

As your thoughts wandered, a pair of arms wrapped around your torso. “Taehyung...you took my girl from me.” Jungkook’s voice was playfully full of mischief and Taehyung was quick to stick out his tongue. “Jungkookie, don’t forget that I’m your hyung!” He pinched Jungkook’s arm and before you knew it, Jungkook’s arm flew out and punched Taehyung in the arm. “Hyung, when has that ever stopped me?”

“Don’t mess with Jungkook, he’s been working out every day lately, he’s gonna eat us alive.” Namjoon teased as Taehyung winced at the hit. “We should call him Muscle-kook now, he looks like the muscular men from the sports magazines.” Jimin popped a piece of chocolate topped pastry into his mouth. “Not even, he looks like he could be a body builder. He should be advertising for protein shakes and not chapstick.”

You chuckled as they teased Jungkook, his goofy smile showing. “Whatever, whatever. Jimin is just jealous because my chocolate abs are better than his.” Jimin laughed out loud. “My chocolate abs are iconic, Jungkookie, you have catching up to do.” Jungkook chuckled at that, his voice almost like velvet to your ears and making you melt. His arms wrapped back around you and pulled you closer to him.

Jungkook has been glued to you since he’d seen you, not that you had a problem. You’ve been pretty much melting into his touch every time he had you close to him. Since the members came back, you’ve watched movies, played games, and watched from behind the camera when some of the members went on Vlive. It was entertaining, watching them interact with each other and also their fans. Now you were in the kitchen, eating grapes while Jungkook was wrapped around you, his head resting on top of yours.

“Alright lovebirds, we’re going out for drinks, wanna come with?” Namjoon grabbed his hat as he looked at the two of you. “No, we’ll stay here, hyung.” Jungkook spoke before you could, not that you were going to. You knew exactly what was about to happen once all the members were out that door and you were more excited that you’ve ever been before.

“Alright well, be good.” Jin looked at the two of you and you blushed. They knew exactly what was going to happen and it embarrassed you how easily you and Jungkook were to read. As the members left, Taehyung looked at you. “Use protection.” He teased before closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with Jungkook.

“Race to the bedroom?” Jungkook’s voice was dark and playful and you smirked, looking at him. You bit your lip, looking up at him. He looked down at you, his hand reaching up to pull your lip from between your teeth. “Only I can bite that lip, baby girl.” You held back a moan from his words, not giving him the satisfaction to get a reaction out of you this early. You leaned in, watching as he leaned in as well, expecting a kiss.

“Loser does whatever winner says!” You ran quickly out of Jungkook’s embrace, quickly running up the stairs. You heard his feet running after you, his steps getting closer and closer. You ran quickly into Jungkook’s room, panting as he grabbed you, turning you around to face him. “Well winner, what do you want me to do?” He raised an eyebrow at you and you smirked, biting your lip again.

“Kiss me.”

Jungkook’s lips instantly landed on yours, his kisses were hungry and demanding, and a moan left you as his tongue slipped into your mouth, immediately taking dominance. His hands went down to grab your ass, his hands squeezing tightly as he leaned down to lift you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands under you to hold you up.

You pulled away, looking into his hungry, dark eyes. “What now, baby girl?” He purred, leaning in to press kisses against your neck. “Take me to the bed.” Jungkook followed your words as if they were all he could hear, his feet quickly taking you to the bed and he placed you down before quickly hovering over you, his lips still attacking your neck.

“J-Jungkook...” You moaned, his lips and teeth on your soft spot and you looked down at him as he kissed down your neck and to your exposed collarbone. “Let’s take this off, hm?” He looked up at you as he pulled down your straps to your dress from your shoulders. “I thought I was supposed to be ordering you?” You ran your hands through his brown hair. “Hm...you know you like it when i”m in charge.” He pulled down your dress, the soft material slipping off of you easily. “No bra?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he stared at your exposed breasts. “I didn’t see a point in wearing one.” You bit your lip again, your body heating up under his touch as he traced his finger around your nipple. “Me neither.” He bent down to wrap his lips around your nipple, his teeth grazing against it as he flicked and rubbed at your other nipple. Your moans spilled out like honey to his ears and he kissed down your body to your clothed heat.

“Do you want me to pleasure you?” He asked, his finger hooking around your laced panties. “Do you even have to ask?” You looked down at him, your breasts moving up and down as you breathed heavily in desire. “By the look on your face, not at all.” He smirked at you. He put his lips to your pussy, the lace covering you beginning to get soaked with your juices. Jungkook pulled your underwear off, the material falling to the floor. “So wet for me...it turns me on.” Jungkook groaned as he put his finger on your wet folds and his tongue poked out to lick between them. A sweet moan spilled from your lips as you looked down at Jungkook, not wanting to close your eyes.

It turned you on to watch Jungkook pleasure you, and it turned you on even more when he looked back up at you. His lips wrapped around your clit and it was as if your body was floating on warm clouds. The pleasure running through your body as Jungkook licked and sucked at your clitoris was making your body jolt and shake in ecstasy. “F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You moaned, your hands pulling at Jungkook’s hair and you felt your climax come closer and closer before looking up at Jungkook with wide eyes when he pulled away.

“You’re not coming yet. Not till I’m inside of you.” He purred, hovering over you once more. “Well, then let me suck your dick.” You reached down to grab at his cock through his joggers. “No.” He smacked your hand away lightly. “Why not? I’m the one in charge here.” You watched as he took off his shirt, your mouth gaped open at his toned muscles. He leaned back to take off his joggers, his cock completely hard under his boxers. He wasn’t lying when he said that he was turned on.

“Because I want your pussy to be the only thing I feel around my cock.” He pulled his boxers down, his cock popping out like a spring. “You’re so hard.” You bit your lip as he reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a condom. “Only for you, Princess.” He put the condom between his teeth and ripped off the wrapper, pulling the rubber out before blowing away the wrapper. He reached down to put the condom on. “What position do you want, baby girl?” He looked up at you.

“It’s whatever you want.” You looked at up him to see him looking at you with an amused expression. “You’re the one in charge. What feels good to you?” He leaned forwards, kissing your neck. “Um...I don’t know...um...” You thought to yourself but you didn’t know what to say. Every position felt amazing to you. “Here, let’s try something new.” He lifted your legs so they were on his shoulders and he leaned down so your knees were at your breasts.

“What are you doing?” You looked up at him questionably. “You’ll like this, I promise.” He put his finger to your lips, quieting you before positioning his tip at your entrance. You took a deep breathe as he entered you, the lack of sex over the past month made it a little painful from the stretch. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, his hands gripping the sheets above your head. He hesitated, waiting for you to relax before slowly moving inside of you. You groaned, the slight pain being replaced by pleasure. “Jungkook...fuck me.” You moaned and you heard Jungkook’s familiar chuckle as he started to move faster inside you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing throughout the room.

This new feeling was amazing, the feeling of him pounding directly into your spot as well as him rubbing against your clitoris left you a moaning mess. You felt the feeling of your climax returning and you reached up to grab Jungkook’s wrists. “I’m gonna fucking cum..” You moaned before your back arched slightly, you body shaking as your climax washed over you. “Yeah, fucking cum on my cock.” He growled, pounding into you as you came. You panted as he continued to thrust into you, your oversensitive clit was throbbing in pleasure.

“Time to change.” He pulled out quickly, your pussy feeling empty. “Get on your hands and knees.” He said the words you loved so much and you quickly turned around, sticking your ass up at him and arching your back. “You like this, don’t you?” He quickly shoved his cock back inside you and you moaned, his cock deep inside you. “Fucking take my cock.” He grabbed your hips, pounding into you. You gritted your teeth, your hands grabbing the bed sheets tighter than you’ve ever had them. You buried your head into the sheets, Jungkook’s cock slamming into you at an unbearable fast and rough speed. He reached down to grab your hair, pulling your head back up. “Moan for me, baby.” He smacked your ass, that pleasurable stinging sensation making you moan sinfully.

“You like that? You like when I spank you?” He smacked your ass two more times, your ass turning a shade of rose pink. “F-Fuck y-yes.” You moaned. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good, I’m gonna cum.” Jungkook groaned loud, his body pressing against yours as he continued to fuck you deep and he moaned, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he came. You moaned out loud at the feeling of him biting you along with him riding out his orgasm.

A deep growl left him as he pulled out of you and you fell onto the bed, your head against one of his pillows. You heard him take the condom off before tossing it into the trash and he was back with you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. His body was sweaty but so was yours, so you didn’t mind. “That was amazing...I missed that.” You turned so you could face him, his eyes searching yours. His face looked serious. “Jungkook? What’s wrong?”

“I love you too.” His words didn’t make sense to you at first and you stared at him, confused. “What?” He sighed, his hands cupping your face and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away, looking at you with a small smile. “You said you loved me yesterday, did you mean it?” He almost looked scared to ask that question. Did you mean it? “Of course I meant it.” You mouth moved faster than your thoughts, but you knew that you weren’t wrong. You love him.

“Good. I love you, (Y/N).” He ran his hands through your hair and you hummed back. “I love you too, Jeon Jungkook.”

Author’s Note

Hey! Sorry that it took me this whole break to do this but I honestly had the worst writer’s block imaginable. But I’m finally finished! I hope you guys like it!

I’m sorry if there are typos, it’s late at night and I’m extremely tired so I’ll fix all the typos as soon as I wake up in the morning tomorrow!

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