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lixiesimp143 · 21 days

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Extra Credit 💦🔥

Paring: Chemistry teacher!Chan x Female student!Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, college au

Warnings: SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST, swearing, reader is 25, Chan is 30, aftercare, sex (DON'T DO IT!!!!), reader is a virgin, reader is failing her Chemistry class, reader has an hour glass body, reader has her/she pronouns, reader is referred to as Ashley or Ash (I will be using this name for all my fic's, but you can use your name if you want), reader then Chan then both of them cum, pussy eating, hand job, cream pie, p in v, Dom!Chan and Sub!reader, pet names (baby girl, kitten, baby, good girl), praise, reader has size kink and daddy kink, reader is a hot , sexy, nerd 😏, Evelyn is another name I will be using in my fics, Jeongin and Felix are mentioned too, MINERS DO NOT INTERACT ADULT CONTACT!!!! (let me know if I missed anything)

y/c/n= your college name

Summary: College has been going good, you would even say perfect, but ever since the Chemistry teacher left the new teacher has failed you, but the thing is you've turned everything in before everyone else so its pissing you off a lot, and he treats you horribly, his name is Bahng Chan, well you call him Professor Bahng, but that's not the point, the point is that he is annoyingly attractive and so are you, he looks at everything, your ass, your chest, etc, its like a spell he's under, he can't stop looking and you've noticed and it bothers you, but only a little, the other thing that bothers you is what's he thinking, you are able to read everyone, but not him and it's pissing you off.

A/N: Hi everyone, sry I had to delay this, but I've been hella busy lately so yeah also MINERS DO NOT READ 18+ ONLY LOTS OF ADULT CONTACT you miners should know better.

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The birds are alive and awake, singing their sweet morning song in the warm summer sun, you're in college and living in an apartment with your 3 best friends, Jeongin, Evelyn and Felix. You and your friend are all Sophomore's in College and are in your 2nd semester, thankfully you are all in the same classes, your alarm goes off and you wake up and go to the living area and see that everyone is still sleeping so you'll let them sleep for 15 more min, so you'll get dressed, brush your hair, do your skin care, eat breakfast, do your makeup and lastly but on deodorant and perfume.

The 15 min are up so now you're gonna wake them up one by one, first you go to Evelyn's room, you open the door and walk to her bed. "Evelyn... It's time to wake up, we've got classes today" you says. "mmmm 5 more min" she says. "Dude, it's 4:50 and I gave all of you an extra 15 min, now get up." "Aghhhh fine".

Then you go to Jeongin's room and walk to his bed and well you have different awakenings for all your friends, "WAKE UP IT'S 4:51 I GAVE YOU AN EXTRA 15 MIN!!!!!" and with that he's up within seconds.

Lastly you go to Felix's room and walk to his bed and say "Felix, my friend since 1st grade, it's time to wake up, it's 4:52 and I let you guys have 15 more min to sleep" "mmmm, mornin' Ash" "mornin' sunshine".

So now everyone is up and getting ready you sit on the couch and scroll through Instagram, when Felix said, "Hey Ash, did you do the Chem homework?" "Yeah, why?" "I fell asleep after doing Professors Cho's math assignment" "aghhhh" you roll your eyes, "better get it done before we leave" "oh don't worry I will" "yeah I doubt it".

And he proved you wrong, within 10 min Felix is done and you all get your bags and shoes on and walk to the bus stop, then after the bus drops you guys off and you walk half a mile to y/c/n.

You get to your first class which is Mathematics iv. You *as always* get the assignment that Professor Cho gives you done before everyone else.

Next, is Asian History iv with Professor Young, you love Professor Young, he does the lesson for the first 15-20 min of class and gives you the rest of the hour to do you work witch you always get done before everyone.

Third, is Creative Writing iv with Professor Yoon, then Business iv with Professor Kim, then Art History iv with Professor Chang, then Anthropology iv with Professor Lee, and lastly Chemistry with Professor Bahng, agh, you just wanna throw up just thinking about him, but you can't lie, he's hot, rlly, rlly hot.

Chemistry class starts and you can feel he's looking at you, it creeps you out a little. "Alright class, today's lesson is 'Atoms', and yes before you say anything we did this the begging of the semester, but I want to review because final exams are in 4 weeks". Man you are so ready for final exams. Professor Bahng gives everyone the assignment after he's done with the lesson, but you notice that everyone has the 'Define the Atom' packet and you have the 'Thermochemistry' packet so you raise your hand and he answers, "yes Ashley, how can I help you" he says in a low tone, "umm Professor, I have the 'Thermochemistry' packet and everyone else got the 'Define the Atom' packet", you say in a confused tone, "yes and?", ok what the fuck, "well Thermochemistry is next year, its a seiner class we can't physically do this", you say getting pissed, "yeah I know that, but I know you can do it, your a 'smart girl' right?", he says with a wink, so you do the paper and think to yourself, ~ok what the fuck is happening, he's fucking failing me, but he says your a "smart girl", like wtf I don't get it~.

Class is over can Chan says, "Ashley, please come to my office, now" he said in a low voice so you obey and you say bye to your friends, shit why are you so scared, "Ashley... do you know what your grade is?" "yes I do professor" you say quietly, he smiles then chuckles deeply, "poor baby, is she sad? is she confused that her grade is an F even tho shes the smartest in the class?" "yes" you say and he smirks, then he stands up from his chair and slowly walks towards you until you back hits the wall, shit, now he has you pinned against the wall and your hella wet, "do you wanna know how you can get your grade up" "yes please... daddy" "let me fuck you and I'll give you your actual grade", you open you mouth then close it, he smirks, "o-ok daddy... fuck i'm so wet" "I bet you are baby girl" he kneels down and looks under your skit and sees you wet spot on you panties, he licks is and you shudder, then he took your skit off then you panties then you tie then you button up and lastly your bra, he smirks, "I love your big juice boobs and your thick ass, makes me drool in my sleep... God baby I've had so many wet dreams of you, I jerk off and pretend its your tight virgin pussy", he says and you moan because his fingers are playing with your pussy, "Professor-" he cuts you off, "nah ah baby, call me daddy or you don't get my big juice dick", he says with lust, "fuck... daddy I need you so fucking bad" "I know baby, don't worry you'll get me soon, but you gotta strip me" "ok daddy, whatever you say" "good girl", you slowly take off his suit jacket and slowly and lustfully take off his tie and his button up shirt and you slowly kneel and you eye widen when you see his bludge, then 0.5 sec later you unbuckle his belt and take his pants and boxers off and once his cock is free is flings to his tummy and you look at it, fuck its so pretty and big, then you stand up and take off yous and Chan's shoes and socks off.

Chan immediately pins you to the wall and starts kissing you and you kiss him back.

You moan in the kiss and he smirks, then be pulls away and kneels down to eat your pussy, "fuck kitten your so wet" and then he dives in like a starved mad your a moaning mess, "fuck daddy, feels so good" he hums and it send vibrations through your body, "shit, m'gonna cum" "then cum baby girl" and with that your cumming on his face.

After you cum he says, "baby girl, can you jerk me off like a good girl" "yes daddy, I'll do anything for you" "that's my girl... now I'm gonna sit in my chair and I want you kneeling and jerk daddy off, ok" "ok Chan" you obey, "what a good, obedient and smart girl you are" you hum and he smirks.

You start giving him the hand job and Chan is loving every bit of it, your small hand is driving him crazy, you stroke him to where he's a moaning mess and you smirk and he noticed, "do you like seeing daddy a moaning mess when he gets jerked off?" "yes I do daddy, I love it so much" and with that he's cumming hard, "fuck baby girl, you made daddy cum so hard" he groaned "daddy... I need you so fucking bad, been a good girl" "yes baby ik I didn't forget about my beautiful, smart girl."

Now that he's eaten you out and you've gave him a hand job you and Chan can finally get to feel each other then he says, "do you want to go raw or do you want me to put on a condom, because I don't mind, its up to you baby girl" you pause for a sec, "I want is raw", he smirks, then he lays you down on the floor and you hiss at the cold tiles and he chuckles, then he opens your legs and sees how wet you are and groans. He coats his dick in your wet folds and you let out a loud moan and he finally lines up his cock to your entries and slowly goes in and stop every few seconds because he so big, finally after what felt like an eternity he's dick in all the way inside you and he's wait for you to say 'i'm ready, you can move' and after 2 ish min you nod your head and say, "ok i'm ready now", he starts moving slowly and he gradually gets faster and your a fucking mess, all you hear are moans, whimpers, groans and your squelching pussy, you are so happy Chan closed and locked the door be for you guys started.

You guys are passionately making out now, then he starts marking your chest and after he marks you he says, "kitten cum with me, I fucking promise it will feel so good" he groans, "fuck daddy you feel so good, ok I'll cum with you" you whimper.

He starts moving a little faster and you say, "shit... d-daddy, m'gonna c-cum", then Chan said, "fuck.. me too kitten", then he starts rubbing your clit and moves a little bit faster and then you both cum hard at the same time and fuck does it feel good. He's still inside you but not moving while you catch you breaths, after a few min he pulls out and you cry out at the sudden emptiness and he cleans you then himself, picked you up and sits down on his chair with you on his lap and you both are still naked.

He softly rubs your thighs with his big hands and says, "you did go good baby girl, you took me like a champ" you smile, then you make eye contact for about 5 min, then you look at his lips and kiss them, he deepens the kiss, then you pull away and he says "lets change that F to an A+" "yeah" you giggle. He opens his laptop and changes your grade, "Chan... did you feel something when we were kissing and fucking?" "yeah... I did" "I don't just want to just fuck Chan and pretend nothing happened, I wanna-" he cuts you off, "Ashley if you promise not to tell anyone, I'll do the same, we can date" "plz, I can't live without you", and you crush your lips on his, you pull away after 5 min, he smiles and so do you and he says, "baby you should probably put your close back on, and so will I" "yeah" "baby its late, do you want me to-" you cut him of, "Chan, I'll be fine, besides I do taekwondo" he smiles in response and you walk out of his office the class room door then you walk out the door to outside and start walking to you bus stop, the bus comes about 15 min after you get there, and on the bus you were thinking about Chan and how your life was gonna go, then the bus stops and you get off are start walking to you shared apartment, you finally get there after about an hour and walk in your apartment and see 3 upset friends. "Ummm, hi guys" you say while speed walking to your room, but Felix stops you and says, "where the hell have you been?" you reply "Professor Bahng talked to me about my grade in his class then I went to the library and studied" you say trying to keep your composer, then Evelyn says, "yeah we don't believe you, just tell us the truth, plz Ash" you sigh, "fine, Professor Bahng talked about my grade and he said 'i will change your grade to what it should be if you do something for me' and that something was that he ate me out then I gave him a hand job then we fucked" Evelyn, Jeongin and Felix's faces were wide eyes and mouth then you spoke, "guys, plz say something" then Felix said, 'its about time" "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" you say, "it means that you two finally confessed your feeling to each other, because we've seen how he looks at you and how you look at him" says Jeongin, "plz don't tell anyone" "we wont, we promise" said Felix and you smile, then get ready for bed and when your ling in your bed all you can think of is Chan.

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A/N: so, so sry this took forever I've been rlly busy with teaching and other stuff, but its finally finished that's all that matter rn. I hope you guys like it and I would love if you guys gave me feed back pl and ty, also this fanfic is for imaginary proposes only, this does not refer to Chan, Jeongin and Felix in real life, its just my imagination nothing more nor nothing less.

~Sunshine

#skz #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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Am I the asshole for siding with my Dad and actively shit talking/giving points about things his wife is wrong for?

Using 🎸🎶 as my emojis so I don't get lost.

For context, I (17F) and my sisters (14F and 12F) have lived with divorced parents for the past almost 13 years, nearly our entire lives. Our Dad (38M) and our Mom (38F) got divorced long ago, and since both have been remarried and divorced. My dad is currently married to his third wife (37F) and things have gone to shit. They grew up together and reconnected through Facebook a while back and began to talk. Since early July, they reconnected around late June, we have; drove 40 hours to Ohio to see and meet Wife and her 3 daughters (15, 7 and 5 F), moved them down over 80 hours of back and forth with both pets and kids, lived in a small trailer house until we closed our half million dollar one, and now we live in an old 1940s house where Wife never has to work unless she wants to. My Dad provides for her and her three kids easily on his own due to owning a fraction of the company he works for, but money has been a little tight due to a lack of houses to work on and her excessive spending.

This morning was when it bubbled over. She woke him up 30 mins before he needed to have his trailer, and hour away to pick it up, and be in another city still 30 mins from there, to pick up a free dresser we do not have room for. While getting ready he was informed her two youngest did the dishes to ask for something, a habit they all have. And to be clear, they ONLY do chores to go places and do things, so the house is often trashed. My Dad boiled over after both things adding onto all the stress of caring for 8 people and only seeing his 3 kids 4 days a month, and it started a scream fight that she encouraged. She loves to rile him up and then play victim, and this time was no different. Despite being angry, he asks if she still wants to go get the dresser, and she says she won't ride with him even to talk it out or get the fifth dresser for their room. So me and my middle sister (14F, we'll call her D.) Go with. We get the trailer, get into town, and he calls to confirm the address. Rather than tell him, she plays hard to get to piss him off, and we leave instead, not getting the dresser and taking the trailer back. The entire way Dad, D and I air our grievances about the behavior of Wife and her kids, discussing habits we don't like and clarifying we aren't doing it to be mean. It turns out, she was also bitching about the laundry and how she does everything when I've only ever seen her do theirs and no other chores. My Dad offers to solve it by having his own basket for his own laundry and even cooking his own meals if that's what's bothering her. Instead, she takes off her wedding ring rather than accepting the solutions. We talks, discussing how yes, they've been through a lot, but so have we, and that doesn't excuse her behavior.

We get home and the fighting starts again rather quickly, we don't catch much before it dies out but he tries to reason with her. I paint and everyone is calm for a bit. Well, I'm sitting on my bed and the fighting starts again. D and I share a room right over the garage, where the fight was, and D drops to the floor to listen. Our Dad uses many of the points we brought up in the car, and it hits hard and rings true really. At some point Wife complains that we never talk to her, and Dad points out that she picks fights when we're here and we know what divorce sounds like and refuse to get attached. She calls him our for being married and divorced twice, and Dad gets petty and tells her he didn't have kids outside marriage. And finally she complains that we don't do anything, and my Dad points out that we're self sufficient and do everything when we're here. The fight continues, he keeps making points we all discussed on the way to and from the trailer and failed dresser retrieval, and he keeps bringing up the ring since he doesn't want to divorce again.

Anyways, its causing a rift and I haven't told anyone but my Mom that I helped supply points, but I just feel bad because I feel like I somehow made the fighting worse by mentioning all the shit she does and talks about him and us.

TLDR; Dad and new wife were fighting all day and my sister and I gave points and talked shit about what's been bothering us in the car and our Dad brought up those points in the fight.

So Tumblr, am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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seonghwa-potatos · 10 months

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The bully’s a sub?

- soobin gif -

summary: What happens after a fight with your bully ends up leading you to have dinner with his parent.Your left alone with Soobin to get your guys’s act together , expecting to end up fighting once more you find something quite odd in his room, changing your opinion on him.

pairings: bully!sub!soobin x rough!dom!reader

warnings: anal play, creampie

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Walking into class you prepared yourself for whatever was going to happen.Sitting down in your seat you begin to read a book, but then none other than Soobin takes it.”Y/N so what ya reading”he says holding it and laughing.”well it's not important” he says tossing it on the floor and putting his foot onto it.You get up “Soobin What the fuck is wrong with you”You ay feeling defeated.”Every damn day I have to deal with your bullshit and Im fucking tired of it.” you say clenching your fist. “So what?” he chuckles looking at his friends. You take the chance swinging your fist at him but you miss.He then grabs your arm “If your gonna try to fight me, number one tip is to swing straight…even my little brother knows that.” he smiles sarcastically

The only emotion you could feel was anger, as he tosses your arm down you grab your book on the floor.Tossing it at him as hard as you can at the back of his head.The class went silent.You take a step back, he turns running towards you, you never seen him this angry.He lunges at you and you both fall onto one another, but you flipped yourself on top, making sure you pinned his arms down with your thighs.”IM TIRED OF YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT”you say tears running down your face and he just looks up at you stopping his fighting to get you off of him.”pouring water onto me was so damn funny to you guys wasnt it” opening your eyes he looks at you as if he feels sorry, but you could care less.”Remeber I was gone for a week from school, It was because your bitch ass got me sick”you say hitting his chest.However you didnt realize that your pin on him, you were losing it. He flips you over “Stop being a bitch, crying over this, really?Are you really crying over something as little as this?” he says laughing.He looked crazy laughing like this was the funniest thing to him ever.

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING, GET UP… NOW” the Teacher says storming in.Soobin gets off of you and you swing your fist, punch him in the face as hard as you can.He just shoves you away from him.Wiping the blood off his lip.”OFFICE NOW” the teacher yells walking you both down.

Sitting in the office you both say nothing waiting for your parents to come get you.

30 mins later.

“Mom, you know I've told you for months about how he kept messing with me.” you say

“Y/N fighting won't solve any problems, I raised you better than this…but thats why were gonna fix this today” she says you questionly raise your eyebrows “Today?, How” you say

“We're having dinner with his family later,” she says, hopping into the car.

“Dinner?” you say concerningly.”No , mom he’s literally the devil's child…Dinner? You can't be serious” you say, looking at her as if she's crazy.

“Well you're gonna get dressed, we have to leave by 4:30”she says.Arriving home, You just wish you could lay in your bed and do nothing for the rest of the day.Eventually you went to sleep hoping your mom would just cancel.

“Wake up Y/N and get dressed.” she says as you're half awake and half asleep.”Huh?”

You say then you remember you have to have dinner with Soobin.”Mom please I really don't wanna go.''You say doing those bubbly crying eyes at her.”No you're going Y/N be dressed in 10 mins were leaving then”, she says closing the door.

Dragging yourself out of your room you plead with your mom one final time, but she says this is for the best as you both head out the door.

15 mins later you guys arrive at his house.Walking in you see Soobin with his bruised lip and laugh under your breath.He glares at you knowing he heard you. Once the table is set up you sit across from one another as well as the parents.As you guys eat Soobin’s dad says “We want you guys to stop this childish act,So me and Mrs Lyn (Your mom)will be leaving while you guys solve your guy’s problems” he says as if this was the solution. “Dad, are you really gonna leave me with her?”he says like a whining.you roll your eyes wanting to leave the room in an instant.”You guys are gonna act like your age,If come back and everythings a mess with you two, you won't have your phone,xbox,or television for a month.”(18) his dad says expressing how he wasn't lying.”Same goes for you Y/N “ your mom says as they both hid to the door.” Yall stay on your best behavior while we're gone.” your mom says closing the door behind them.

“Don't touch any of my shit, and stay out of my room” he says going to the bathroom.You wanted to put him in his place so you go upstairs and find his room,You just lay on his bed admiring his room.”He really thinks ima listen to him now” you chuckle to yourself getting up you look around and see his walk in closet.”Hmm he got some nice clothes i'll admit that.” you say looking around and then you see this purple looking thing hiding behind shoes.You grab it and it's a dildo.You hold in in shock.He likes to be fucked in the ass. Ima definitely use this against him you were thinking.You lay on the bed wondering how he got this big ass dildo up his ass.”I told you not to go in my room” he says yelling opening his door.His face goes pale and his face drops.”W-what are you doing touching my stuff”He says as if he’s embarrassed.He runs after you trying to grab it, but you wore heels your about his height so you stand up and he tries jumping and reaching but to no surprise he can't. “Please just give it to me.” he says with bright red cheeks and ears looking down. “Now why would I do that?” you laugh at him in his face.You put your finger onto his chest pushing him down onto the bed. “Y/N, i'm sorry for bullying you, I- I never meant to take it that far” he says you can tell he’s embarrassed but so what.”Strip” you say smiling, doing that sarcastic smile he does.”S-strip” he says panicking.”Why would I do that” he says looking everywhere but your eyes.”Well, you wouldn't want anyone to find out would you?” you say finally knowing you have something to black mail him with.He begins to strip only to his underwear he covers himself in his underwear.You sit in a chair facing him “That too”you say pointing. “Do you not understand the meaning of stripping?” you say almost getting out of your chair.He then removes his underwear. “Let me see,” you say teasingly, laughing.”S-see what” he says flustered more than ever. You move the chair forward, moving his hands out of the way.”This” you say as you laugh a little.”Wow it is pretty big” you say using the whipping stick out of your bag holding it up as if you were observing it. “Now can I get dressed?” he says, stepping back and covering himself once more.You look at him crossing your legs “I'm not done” you say looking him in his eyes.”What do you want from me?” he says with a bit of sass in his tone.

“Don't get sassy with me…Now you're gonna take this dildo and shove it up your ass in front of me” you say throwing the dildo at him.

“R-really are you serious” he says worrisomely.

“Do you want your friends to know what you do on your own time?”you say seriously without laughing.

He grabs puts a finger in his ass and tries preparing himself, but he cant reach so far it seems like. “C-can I grab m-my lube out of the closet.” he says

“Where is it” you say looking at how flustered he is.

“Top shelf to the side of the box right when you walk in.” he says looking away.

Grabbing the lube you come out and put some onto your finger.

“Y-you don't have t-too do it” he says talking fastly

“Shutup” you say, pushing him down and making his back arch.

You put one finger in and he groans trying to hold himself from moaning. “Let those sounds out for me” you say into his ear while putting two fingers in.

He lets out a soft moan he tried to keep from coming out.”So what other toys do you have in there” you say wondering how kinky this motherfucker is.He doesn't say anything except his muffled moans into the bed.You grip his hair moving his head up. “Answer me Soobin?”

You say sternly.He moans each word out saying ” C-cuffs, ot-ther dildos, an edging t-toy”he says.”Where are those toys?” you say putting 3 fingers in. His moans get louder “I-im not telling y-you”he says I then shove my fingers in and out at a paste. Leaning over him I take my shirt off, pressing my boobs onto his back.leaning towards his ears.You whisper “you really think you're gonna make demands” you chuckle.”You don't have options” you say grabbing his dildo and waving it in his face.Moving it to the back of him you put it in him and his moans come out full.You hear them as clear as day.”Im glad your my bitch now” you say pushing it further in as his back arches farther.”Y/N t-the toys are in t-that box” he says.He looks as if he can't hold no more. “You cum when I say you can come”You say looking into his eyes getting up from the bed and grabbing the material.You then place the cuffs on him moving his arms to be behind him.You then begin to take your pants off and underwear off slowly looking at him smirking.His dick starts to twitch.”I- I can't hold n-no more Y/N” he says moaning out.”Your gonna hold because I said so” you say sitting him up looking into his eyes.You put yourself on top of him pressing your folds along his cock.You feel his twitch bit by bit and you tease him more and more rubbing down his chest.”you want it” she says “Y-yes I want it, please”He says whines for it.You then pull yourself up and positioning yourself facing him going down onto his cock.He groans moaning your name, his moans begin to sound like pants.You then grab his head pushing the sweat off his hair.His adams apple bulges out as his head cocks backwards as his moans wont stop.”Soobin your such a naughty boy” you say pushing him onto the bed and going up and down faster.He lets out a moan as if he cant take it anymore “cum in me “ you say and you feel his cum ejaculate all inside you eventually making you both sticky as you keep going.you push your boobs into his face and suffocating him with the smell of you as well. “ You're such a good boy Soobin, now if you could act like this from now on we won't have any problems will we?” you say whispering into his ear.”No, ma’am” he says heavily out of breath.

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omniwhore · 1 year

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Ways to trick yourself to Go Outside

@thelostones-world asked about some ways to battle the AuDHD urge to stay in cave tm nd get the delicious outdoor stimulation

I decided to do a full blown post in hopes that it might help others, so here’s a few suggestions for

when you don’t wanna go out but know it would make you feel better

- ✨splish splosh water on face✨

In effort to feel less dissociated nd foggy and more in touch with your body and needs, I recommend something that helps me come back into my body - go to the bathroom and splash your face with cold/room temperature water.

Additionally you can put on a skin cream or moisturizer to further ground yourself nd reconnect with feeling physically present in your body.

This should help you feel more ready to spring into action!

- 🌤️open window sniff the air🌤️

One way to trick myself into being excited abt leaving the apartment nd going outside is to open a window and just,,, stare outside, feel the sunshine or the wind on your skin, smell the fresh air, listen to the hum nd sounds that are suddenly that much closer....

It helps me remember the good feeling of being outside and feeling so happy and stimulated and grounded. Then I just remind myself that more of this is only a couple steps away!

- 👚prepare an outfit in advance👚

Another way to trick yourself into being more amenable to leaving the house is to take time the day prior to prepare the outfit you’ll wear.

Aim for whatever you’d like to prioritize - comfort/safety, your favorite style that you want to show off, something you've been waiting for an excuse to wear, or something that reminds you of the location you want to visit.

(ie. goblincore outfit for a walk in the park, cottagecore outfit for a farmer's market, academia outfit for a library visit or a café study/art/reading session etc.)

Having an outfit already put together that you can just slip into gives your brain less opportunities to chicken out - and can help you get hyped up for whatever you're about to go do!

- 🌸gamify your outings🌸

Give yourself a mission (instead of writing down "go for a walk" in your planner, write "go on foot to {location} and back" or "walk outside for {n} minutes" or "collect 5 fallen leaves").

Boom! Now your brain won't get overwhelmed by ohmygod there’s so many things I could be doing what about we just abandon it altogether???

You have a mission to focus on. And when you're done, it's up to you whether you wanna keep going or whether you wanna head back home. For me, even a 10 or 15 min walk can make a big difference if I haven't been out for days.

- 📒plan things ahead of time📒

I always found meticulous planning vry comforting for my autistic side. It makes it significantly easier to psych myself up for something involving leaving the house if I let myself know that it's happening at least three days in advance.

Think about sitting down with a planner or a plain notebook, or your phone calendar (so handy! can include pings, map routes, and any additional info u might need to complete the mission!) and brainstorming some activities you'd like to do outdoors!

- 💚make plans with others💚

Hanging out with your friends in person if you can is a great way to make yourself show up, and is generally super good for your brain!

Idk about you, but if I told a friend I’m gonna be there at 5, I am gonna be there at god damned 5!!!

- 🎟️purchase tickets for events🎟️

Check facebook, reddit or whatever neighborhood (online) space you can come by for free or affordable events in your area!

Whether the goal is to be around people nd feel less anxious/alienated, or to just feed your brain some delicious stimulation at the museum or a pop up market, purchasing a ticket for an event can hold you more accountable to show up!

(Again recommend sitting down and planning at least 3 days ahead as to not have a meltdown abt the stress of figuring out the logistics)

#adhd #adhd on meds #autism #autismhd #audhd #actually audhd #actually neurodivergent #actually adhd #neurodivergent #comorbidities #comorbid conditions #self care #selfcare #self care masterpost #self care hacks #self care tips #might do more of theese eventually #mental health

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ablupen · 1 year

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I Completed Lessons 1-10. Here's what happened, and the ending I got.

Alright! After about 15 hr 23 min total of F2P playing, I've completed all 10 lessons with all main stories/episodes watched. Granted, anything past lesson 4 isn't full S completed anymore, and I am very broke, but eh.

Anyways, here's some pictures of how it's going:

And now some more thoughts and summaries, including stuff I didn't say in my last post.

The boss levels are basically beating up the boys... Well, uh, if you're mad at one of the seven, go play their boss level, ig?

Solomon's cooking is so bad it caused Henry 1.0 to rapidly polymorph temporarily into random things

Henry 1.0 was originally huge. Levi befriended the snake when both of them were hiding from Satan

Henry 1.0 became regular snake sized bc Sol shrank him 😐 This means the shrink spell wore off, apparently.

The building that you and Sol share is called Cocytus Hall. I wonder where this building would be present day..? Did it get recycled?

Newly-demon brothers are being discriminated

Cerberus was obtained bc of a rumor that anyone who tames it becomes Ruler of the Underworld.

Mammon rallies everyone behind Luci's back to find and tame Cerberus

On the way there, we discover that we can still summon the brothers (We summon Beel to eat a magically growing pile of apples)

Apprehension attempt on Cerberus did not succeed. Luci saves everyone and tames Cerberus. Someone leaks these news and this is how the seven brothers become the seven rulers.

We become one of the three core founding members of RAD lmao

Somehow we get caught in a dream(?) with Levi in the TSL world. Levi does not know TSL at this point in time. Anyways, he summons Lotan at the end of it, who apparently actually appeared in real life, flooded the room, and then left.

Fuck i forgot when this happened so I'll just leave it here, but: Satan turned everyone except you and Lucifer into Chihuahuas. Including himself. Thankfully, the spell had a limit so it didn't last long

Angels enter the scene! For RAD consultation.

Apparently at some point the bottom of Asmo's bathtub becomes a portal.

Solomon is a fucking bastard and pushes everyone into the bathtub. You choose if you go in by your own will or if he also pushes you.

It leads to the Celestial Realm??? No lol jk, it's actually inside a very familiar looking labyrinth and y'all are being chased by a giant spider, fuck.

Solomon remakes pact with Asmo to distract spider.

Solomon then summons Barbatos

Unfortunately at some point he pissed Barbs off so he's ticked off by this summon. Barbs teleports the spider away and Sol uses his pact to force him to make a portal back home, but Barbs gets mad and later TELEPORTS HIM TO A DRAGON'S DEN LMAO

dw he's alright! He returns next lesson with a dragon egg.

Bad news! Diavolo and Barbatos realize you're human and not a demon after... What/when is this? 6-7 lessons? Yeah. Anyways, Dia tells you that you should pack up bc he's sending you back to the human world. You're another distraction, so to eliminate some stress, you're being deported, sorry. This is not a good thing.

Mammon and crew - except Luci obviously take on a ghost hunting job at the tome place idk I forgot the spelling

Mammon gets fucking possessed by a human ghost named Adam after you read his name off of a tomestone bc it was written in a human language.

Adam says that a demon killed him with consent many years ago bc Adam was trying to look for his lover but their dead

In case it wasn't obvious, that you.

Also, the demon knew you'd have the Ring of Light on you still. Anyways, Adam tells you that the demon's name/alias was Nightbringer. Guys, it's a fucking name drop!!!

You manage to open the gates for Adam by slurping up some of the brothers' powers and by the powers of the ring

Next day, you get a letter telling you to meet Dia concerning your expulsion, which Sol comes with you to try and change Dia's mind.

Suddenly, Belphegor basically kicks open the doors to demand that Beel be released. Apparently, he's been jailed. Shit, isn't that a parallel or what, huh?

Apparently, he suddenly got out of control and rampaged. Dia manages to pin him down and get him into a cell with sheer strength alone, but later escapes in the next lesson after you confront Luci and Belphegor who had a spat.

You, Luci, and Belphie get blamed for causing all of this 🥴 Especially by Barbs. Anyways, using your magic siphoning ability from your future pacts and the Ring of Light, you knock Beel out. Lesson 10 ends with you revealing that you're human and Dia and everyone wondering who tf you are to have this kind of power.

That was a lie. The very last scene was actually Satan and Simeon watching a cat that you introduced to Satan before you left with Luci and Belphie and discover the rampaging Beel. "Do you think MC will come back before the cat wakes up?" "I hope so."

Context for the quotes on the Nightbringer site:

Lucifer; "My pride hurt my brothers": I actually don't remember this one. I don't even know if my choices led up to this one. Will maybe revisit everything tomorrow or sum

Mammon; "We chose to follow Lucifer here. We all had reasons for doin' what we did.": This is from when Mammon is trying to convince the other brothers to join him in his search for Cerberus. He's tired of being discriminated, and doesn't regret his choice.

Leviathan; "I never wanted to come to this awful place, to begin with!": When Diavolo meets with the brothers concerning plans for RAD and about possibly making an announcement to show the brothers'presence, Levi is against this. He doesn't want the attention.

Satan; "I can barely stand being around them. It's torture.": Obviously, "them" are his "brothers". I can assume when he says this, but I think I can guess when it is. It was probably after he stormed off once the others discuss what the Celestial Realm was like. He's never seen that place, and he can't relate to the other brothers.

Asmodeus; "I want to return to the Celestial Realm...! I want to be an angel again! The way I used to be... White wings and all!": This is during the weird portal in the bathtub scene. He had tried to move on from the fall, but Simeon's appearance reminds him of what he lost again. He's scared of the fact that he's getting used to his demon self and that he's forgetting what it was like to be an angel.

Beelzebub; "I have a big secret that I've never been able to tell... Not even to Belphie.": I've actually never encountered this one bc I didn't get close to Beel. Has anyone seen this one?

Belphegor; "Who deserves to be punished the most?": After Lucifer temporarily admits defeat and doesn't stand up to Diavolo to let Beel go, Belphegor gets angry. He's scared that he'll lose another sibling. After telling you about Lilith and how stubborn she was, he admits that he doesn't know who to blame: Lilith for breaking the rules, the angels for directly killing her (or was this second one the other brothers for not doing more? I forgot damn), or himself for not protecting Lilith.

Anyways, that's all I can think of rn. Do note though that in Nightbringer, choices apparently actually matter so you may have gotten different results!

#obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me main character #obey me side characters #obey me swd

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hils79 · 7 months

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Hils Watches Mysterious Lotus Casebook - Ep 39

The strong urge to just stop with the OT3 ending of the last episode is strong, but I shall continue

I happened to pause here to answer a text but god look at them

HE CALLED HIM A-FEI! I was just thinking last night that I hoped we'd get at least one more now that Di Feisheng has his memories back. I'm so delighted. They are so married.

This looks like the cover of a video game

This is a really awesome fight scene but it's very disconcerting that sometimes Li Lianhua can barely move without fainting and now he's in the middle of the most badass fight of this entire drama and he's not even sweating. Is this because Di Feisheng gave him some of his internal power?

Ah, now his poison is flaring up. Sorry, my bad. I shouldn't have mentioned it.

Okay, I definitely did not see THAT coming.

Di Feisheng has just found out that his new boyfriend isn't royalty, but the husband he just re-married is

Okay, cool. And you couldn't do this before now because...?

I was not expecting him to explode, and I don't think anyone else was either. This all feels very final episode but there's still another one to come after this

Aww they both love their Xiaobao

I'm scared to think about what's next tbh

I'd be happy if there wasn't another 15 mins left on this episode and another whole episode after this one. It's not going to be that simple, is it

Wait, no, is he leaving? I thought they were all going to live together!

Aww I'd forgotten about the voice throwing thing. Look at Li Lianhua sneakily helping Fang Duobing

Fang Duobing has permission from the Emperor to go off and be a gay little dude with his boyfriend and his boyfriend's husband

Aww her face

I know the emperor said we could discuss our engagement at some point in the future but I am just a gay little dude

Aww I do like her. I hope she finds a nice handsome heroic man who is not a gay little dude and will treat her like a queen as she deserves

Hmm...what is left?

#hils watches #hils watches mysterious lotus casebook #hils watches cdramas #mysterious lotus casebook #cdrama

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rmd-writes · 1 year

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I’d love to see a #Tarlos kiss in anger! #45 on the list please! 🥰

I’ve assigned each kiss prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep these to around 200 words and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!

(I think it's time to give up on the 200 word limit, you guys are getting whatever I churn out in the 15-20 min I give myself to write these, without me spending the same amount of time again to edit them 😅)

Thanks for this prompt! It took me a minute to figure out what to do, because I don't really write them fighting except for that one breakup era fic

a kiss in anger

TK knows he’s overreacting. He shouldn’t be mad about this but he is.

He slams the bathroom drawer shut and closes his eyes. Carlos shouldn’t have said those things either.

He forces himself to take a steadying breath. In for four, out for four. Annoyance is still simmering under his skin. Fuck it. He’ll go to work early. Maybe he can work out or something to take the edge off.

When he walks out of the bedroom, backpack slung over his shoulder, Carlos looks up from the kitchen where he’s preparing food.

“Your shift isn’t for another hour,” Carlos says flatly.

“Going in early.”

“You haven’t eaten yet.”

“I can take care of myself, Carlos,” TK snaps.

Carlos sighs.

“I’ll see you back here,” TK mumbles before moving to the door.

“Hey,” Carlos calls out, wiping his hands on a tea towel and walking towards him. “Be safe, I love you.”

The knot in TK’s chest loosens, just a little. They’ve been through so much and never leave each other without saying those words. No matter how they’re feeling. Just in case.

“You too. I love you,” he says to his husband, who’s standing right in front of him now. “I’m still mad at you.”

Carlos looks at him pointedly. “You think I’m not? We will be talking later. But I’m not letting you go out there without this, we have a deal.”

He leans in and pauses, an unspoken question.

TK rolls his eyes, still annoyed but he closes the distance between them anyway, pressing his lips to Carlos’ and lingers, parting them slightly to feel the cut of Carlos’ teeth against them when he draws back.

“Now you can go,” Carlos murmurs.

“You be safe too,” TK says before he walks out the door, sliding it closed behind him.

He pauses on the other side of the door, the anger dissipating just a little more at the knowledge that Carlos won’t let him leave without these words, without a kiss, no matter what.

(Find all of my kiss prompt ficlets here or read them on ao3)

#so kiss me #tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #rmd writes #thanks for the prompt!#words flowing everywhere except in the wip doc #rmd writes: ls snippet

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rowretro · 4 months

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✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

WARNINGS: violent description

✧taglist✧: @heeseung-min @jaeneohee @lovingvoidgoatee @neruishoon (anyone I may have missed)

✧CHAPTER 10✧

5 months into her pregnancy. That's how long it's been. She spent the whole of last night crying and sobbing over the ending of Men In Black 3. "Sweetheart, Do you want to go on a little walk in the park? y-yknow so you and the babies can get some fresh air?" Sunghoon asked as y/n blinked.

God she needed fresh air so bad, the greenery, a nice ice cream cone, surrounded by laughing children, hand in hand with her lover, What more could she possibly want right now?... "Actually no sweetie, I can always get fresh air in the garden-" She smiled. She definitely could not take him out to a peaceful place like that. Last time he took her out on a walk, he gauged out a man's eyes out purely because the man checked her out. "Are you sure darling?" he asked "Very sure, definitely I'm fine in here-" the girl smiled.

"What are you doing?!" Sunghoon asked as he pulled the teabag away from you "making green tea?" the girl simply said as Sunghoon gasped "Sweet heart did you forget what the doctor said?! you can't have too much caffeine!" The man pointed out "Its decaf-" "Y/n it's a tea, you aren't having it." Sunghoon sternly said, glaring at her as she frowned, pouting.

Y/n spent some time doing research on the laptop about demon babies, or well half demon babies "demon babies can spend as long as they want in the womb?... even up to 3 years?!" y/n read out loud as she pat her womb "sweeties, there's a better world out here of high heels and lip gloss you cant spend life inside me-" she said to her womb "I hope those aren't the only things you'll introduce our kids to-" Sunghoon said with a smile.

After a little while of researching, Sunghoon had to visit his office for something, too scared to leave her home alone when the little babies may pop out any time. Y/n say outside the meeting office, smiling as some workers walked by, greeting her respectfully. The girl gently caressed her little baby bump, as she was sort of talking to the baby.

Someone had been watching her from not too far away. Another demon... "Choi Yeonjun." Sunghoon simply called as the man smirked, turning to him "What brings you here?!" He coldly asked as Yeonjun smirked "Just seeing how my darling step brother's doin on earth... 15 years hmm? how do you not miss me?" Yeonjun tauntingly asked as Sunghoon glared holes into him, his eyes glowing red.

"Babe we're hungry" a voice called as Sunghoon felt a tug on his coat. "Oh- you're with a client- sorry-" Y/n apologized as she bowed, Yeonjun's smirk grew as he checked her out "Oh no pretty girl, I'm actually Sunghoon's brother" Yeonjun said as y/n smiled "Step brother." Sunghoon corrected "Babe you said you were hungry? lets go." He said dragging y/n along.

"You have a brother?" y/n asked as she ate a spoonful of her ice cream "Yes y/n I have a brother in the demon world, and a mom and a dad... and sadly a step brother that is for some reason on earth..." Sunghoon coldly mumbled as y/n pouted. "When will I get to meet your family?... we're having babies Hoon don't u think they at least deserve to know?" y/n asked as Sunghoon slammed the desk making her flinch "Enough about my family fucksake. You and the babies are all I need and I am all you fucking need so shut the fuck up and eat your ice cream." he sternly told her, as she silently did as told.

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

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hoonieeverse · 1 year

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Enhypen Imagines.

When you're caught making out💟

Hyung line headcanons.

Heeseung:

You were currently in your office working when heeseung decided to surprise you,

You were in your cabin with him sitting on your chair imitating you, how you work and order people around. He looked so fine sitting there with a white shirt, unbuttoned, exposing his collarbones and a little chest area, you were literally drooling at the sight.

He called you out seeing you stare at him like that when you went to him and kissed him square on his mouth, he pulled you closer and kissed you back, it soon turned into a makeout session.

None of you realised that the door wasn't locked until your parents walked in, greeting you excitedly only to shut up halfway at the scene in front of them, You got off heeseung and straightened your hair looking at your parents in shock when your mom mouthed a sorry and walked back out, you were about to say something when your dad cut you off,

“Uh oh i- i forgot your mom outside Imma go g-get her, y'all continue”, is all he said before running out leaving you and heeseung embarrassed.

Jay:

Your parents had invited you and your boyfriend for dinner. You were in the kitchen with Jay helping you serve the dessert, seeing you serve ice cream with such concentration, soft strands of hair on your face not letting you focus made him cocky.

“Y/n”, he called out, you looked up at him and hummed when he suddenly picked you up and placed you on the kitchen counter right next to the ice cream box, and before you could process everything, his lips were on yours,

When you finally caught on, you pushed him a little to stop him as your parents were sitting right outside in the living room watching television, but he didn't let you,he pulled you even closer and kissed you back,

“5 minutes please, I need to recharge, you're too cute I can't focus”

With that, here y'all were, making out in the kitchen, the ice cream beside you melted long ago. It had been about 15 mins since y'all were in the kitchen and your mom decided to check on what ruckus you have been creating for so long just to find y’all making out, giggling. She blushed seeing you guys like that and decided to just walk out when your dad entered behind her surprising her to which she screamt a little too loudly with your dad following her,

y'all pulled away at the sudden screams wondering what happened, just to see your parents watching you guys. You were surprised yet again with the big baby in front of you screaming along with them completely shocked. This literally had you crying.

Jake:

You were sitting in the living room talking with your mom, your mom was sitting right across from you and you were sitting on the couch next to the entrance.

Jake had just returned from work, he was too tired and exhausted. He walked in and saw you sitting pretty on the couch, and jumped right onto you and started kissing you, you were freaked out, the first reason being, someone jumping onto you out of nowhere and the second being your mom sitting right in front of you.

You pushed him a little to see what was happening and saw him looking at you adorably, you were about to tell him to get off and that your mom was right behind him, but before you could, he kissed you again, this time not letting you move.

Your mom giggled seeing y’all like this and your most adorable puppy like boyfriend being so whipped for you, she teared up at the cute scene unfolding. Your dad almost choked on his drink as he walked in with your brother when you pushed Jake off of you right onto the floor which had your brother laughing into fits.

Sunghoon:

Y’all decided for a movie marathon. He suddenly got so clingy and started peppering you with cute pecks all over your face, things escalated and y’all were now making out on the couch.

Your parents had another key and entered the house thinking you guys were asleep as the house was quiet, they walked in on such a scene right in front of them, luckily it was a cute makeout session and not a gross one. Your mom was frozen at the scene and your dad accidentally dropped the crockery set in his hands.

Y'all stopped and pulled away at the sudden loud noise, It was just the four of you staring at each other in pure shock. When y’all turned to look at each other, Sunghoon pushed you off his lap right onto the floor.

EMBARRASSMENT is all you felt.

💗💗💗💗💗

It's been a while since I last posted, I've been a little busy with studies😩

Thank you for reading, Hope you like it!

navi.

Have a great day/night ahead💕

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viluvr-archived · 2 years

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Hi, this is my first message/request on Tumbler. Please tell me if I’m doing something wrong, but I’d like to request TWST headcannons for Trey, Vil, Cater, and Jade with a S/O with glasses. If this is too many characters, you can pick your favorites. Please and thank you!

S/O WITH GLASSES ^^

Trey , Vil , Cater , Jade .

Gn!reader, Jade is a warning. /j

( A/n — hello anon! Sorry this took so long ^^ I hope you enjoy it, @jupeater tell me if the paragraphs r good 😒‼️ )

TREY !

See, he understands the struggles of having to wear glasses, but then again he hasn't really seen a lot of people in NRC wearing glasses except him and Azul, and he can't play around with Azul can he?

"Y/n, dear? You there?" Trey saw his dear, partner's glasses and maybe he thought of some harmless mischief. So what if he hid it for a while.

"Trey? Treeeeeey, have you seen my glasses babe" Trey was baking something, he has your glasses in the pocket of his apron.

"Not really, where'd you left it, love?" He was trying hard not to grin, yet a small smile tugs on his lips, he knows you can't see well without glasses while he can see better, not that it isn't blurry he just can see better.

"Ugh! If I lost that 'm gonna have to buy a new one, or maybe Grim took it again! Oh, that little!.." Trey cuts you off with a soft chuckle, then you see Trey holding your glasses while waving them softly.

"Oh my... You took it?! Treyyyy, y'know my eyesight is worse than yours" you were currently pouting while Trey coos at you.

"Told ya, I kept on reminding you not to leave your glasses just like that, especially in random places, next time if I see it hangin' around like that and not in its place, 'm not gonna tell you I have it." You're lucky Trey doesn't find it so hard for you to find it nor make it longer for you to find it.

VIL !

Vil doesn't like playing around but maybe if it's you, he doesn't mind having a little fun.

"What's this..?" He deeply sighs realizing it's your glasses, he knew it immediately, he simply had your name imprinted on your things so they wouldn't get lost.

"Dear? Are you there? I've come to give you this, your glasses." Vil saw you finding your glasses aggressively, even getting Grim to help you!

"Vil? My glasses? Oh, my glasses! Thank you, thank you!" You've cried out of joy since you've been trying to find your glasses, even pointing hands to Ace and Grim, even Cater!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, next time you wouldn't be so lucky if another person picked up your glasses. You're lucky it was me darling." He boops your nose as he reminds you of coming to his dorm so he could try some makeup on the both of you.

Vil has a set of glasses just for you, with your name imprinted on it. He suggests for you to use contact lenses, he sees you struggling with your glasses at times. And no worries if you're afraid, Vil would always take it slow with you.

CATER !

The amount of teasing you get, It's just playful teasing, and it's harmless! Cater's tall, well he has a decent height. Well, he uses it to take your glasses away from you randomly!

"Heyyy, Y/nnnn, are you done there yet? I wanna bring you to this cute coffee shop I found online!" Now you have to take care of a pouting Cater, it's been 30 minutes since he was waiting for you to finish with your homework.

"Hmm, not yet Cater, give me 15 more mins..." Then suddenly Cater had an idea.

"I know now! Why don't we just have a study date? It can be fun! It would be a #studybuddy, isn't that so cute?!" It may be cute and nice but you know how he can distract you.

"Thank you Cater but you know that I..." Cater was not having it, so he quickly took your glasses, and raised his arm high while he's now standing up

"I don't think so! If ya want your glasses back, it's either no glasses or study date with me!" How sly he is! He certainly does have his ways.

"Fine then, but! But, if you distract me, we're leaving immediately, got it?" "Mhm! 'Kay, but don't work yourself up too much! Or else Cay-Cay would have to take care of ya!"

JADE !

Oh? Someone with glasses like Azul? He asks a lot of questions, considering he can't really ask Azul that much because he's busy.

Does the thing like Cater where he randomly takes your glasses and raises them up very high, well if you wanna get it, ya better say please.

"My, my, seems that you can't reach your glasses? Struggling now aren't you, I'll give it to you on one condition." Anyone guess the condition.

"Ugh, Jade! Give it back my feet are hurting from jumping!" Too bad that he seems to be having fun, c'mon indulge him won't ya, it's not every day Jade Leech gets to have some fun.

"Kiss, give me a kiss on the cheek then I'd give you your glasses." Hilarious and cute, everything should come with a condition or a price, no? The difference is just there's no contract

"So what do you say?" "Fine maybe a kiss isn't that bad.." there it is, he was smirking again, his infamous smirk.

"Thought so." Oh how he acted so smug, tho when you were about to give him a kiss, when you got closer to his cheek it seems that his head turned and made you kiss his lips,

"Thank you, prefect! I'm no liar, have your glasses back. Come to me when you're in need of help again, I'm always at the Mostro lounge!"

Seems like he escaped again, such a sly eel.

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namboobieslover · 1 year

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Kintsugi: the beauty of broken things || MYG

Summary: Yoongi and Minnie have been friends for quite some time now, almost... 15 years? 15 years since they ran into each other in that music classroom by an unlucky (or not) mistake. They've grown close, but both of them have strong characters and insecurities that will have to be put aside when Minnie falls into her own lie, risking her job in the process. They have 3 days to feel comfortable and make everyone believe their role as the young engaged couple or she is fucked :[

Pairing: musical producer! Yoongi x lab tech/science nerdy! f reader au; non-idol! BTS members make a brief appearance

Genre: fluff, angst, kinda slow burn (?), best friends to fake couple au, constant unresolved sexual tension, two idiots too proud to openly speak but pinning each other

Word count: so far, almost 25k but still unfinished

Warnings: use of bad language, mentions of insecurities/low self-esteem, anxiety, trauma; light use of weed, little smut if you scrutinize, SFW

Masterlist: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // ...

A/N: hi there! this one it's my first story to be uploaded, a way for me to de-stress from uni exams. I'm not a native English speaker, so please forgive any grammatical mistakes :/

As Yoongi said, you have to put your work out there to learn about it, so... feel free to give some feedback (as positive as you can, please). The story is halfway done, but as I have to proofread most of it and apply the holy Grammarly, uploading will have a normal pace

I'm not fully confident of my writing abilities or English use, but it is what it is, I guess

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CHAPTER 1: Surprises and planning

Word count: 7'1K

-Sup, loser.

-Hi

I roll my eyes while I flop into the sofa.

-I mean... I'm not asking for big parties but, you know, a little more enthusiasm when seeing your bestie wouldn’t hurt. Don’t you think?

The only answer I get is a loud exhale of air.

-Someone is susceptible today…

Min Yoongi.

We’ve been friends for maybe… 15 years? And what a ride.

We first met in high school, at the sweet age of 12/13. With all the hormonal stuff and changes going around… such a happy stage of life to remember, yikes.

We didn't have anything in common; he was an artistic soul while I considered, or I would like to consider myself, as a science girl. But little me saw too many talent shows with great singers and decided to give it a shot.

-Hi! It’s here where the choir practices?

-Yeah, here is where all the magic happens -I would’ve never expected such an ironic answer from such a cute-looking girl- Are you new or lost on your way to another place?

-New or that’s what I intend to be. I signed the paper in the hall and someone emailed me the instructions. Told me to come to Mrs Lars's classroom.

-Oh, then you are in the right place. She is in the storage room looking for the materials we’ll be needing today.

-Okay class -a sweet voice fills the room interrupting our conversation- please take a seat.

I signal the seat next to the girl asking nonverbally if it’s taken, and she answers that it's not occupied.

-So… today we have lots of new faces. Instead of having personal interviews with each of you, I thought that maybe it would be better and easier to have you join us for today’s lesson. That way you’ll see how we work, a light version of course. After I dismiss the class, as I told you in the email, please stay a little longer and perform a song of your liking. Any questions?

A boy asks if they have to stay at the auditions if they aren't new.

-If you want to, you can stay but if you prefer to leave, that's okay too. That reminds me: for the ones that aren’t new, welcome back; I'm happy to see you again. To y'all my pupils, I wish for a good and healthy year. Any other doubts?

Silence is the answer.

-Then, we’ll start.

The 60 minutes pass fast. The teacher is really fun and makes all the music technicalities more approachable to everyone in the room. We play some games to get to know each other's names while learning a little bit about music structure.

-Well done. That’s all for today. See you next day.

A lot of students start picking up their books and bags, and I bid goodbye to Nelly, the one with a loving face and a smart mouth. She is… interesting to say the least, but also nicer than expected.

And friendly enough to ask my dubitative ass to exchange numbers…

Now, the moment of truth: the audition. Not gonna lie, nobody here will be the next Céline Dion but they are okay. That makes me even more nervous, and it shows when my turn comes. Luckily (ironically) I'm the last one. My voice is shaky and even if I am doing terribly, they all keep a smile on their face, which I thank deeply.

Like everyone else, I don't receive any type of feedback from Mrs Lars. She just tells us the following.

-Thanks to any single one of you for showing interest in my subject. Everyone will be accepted in this class; the “audition” was just a formality to classify you in the range that fits you the best. Music is a language that unifies all humans, and even if most of them haven’t been gifted with an incredible voice or the ability to play an instrument, I won't deny the chance to learn it anyways. There’s always a role that fits you the best and I’m sure that while communication runs in both directions, we’ll have a good year. Today you saw how my class works; if you still want to join me and your classmates, the only thing needed is to send me an email by the end of the weekday to confirm it. I will reply with indications, information and advice to improve your natural talent and I want you to practise for a couple of weeks to get used to that routine and the work method. Then, you’ll be divided into groups with people who share your characteristics to work together with the things in common and have healthy feedback. Also, you can ask me when needed or use the music studios to train. I’m sure your parents will thank me -she laughs- Does that sound good?

-Yes Mrs Lars -we answer in unison.

-Ah, and also, if you don't think this is your thing and want to choose another activity, that’s okay. Not receiving the mail of confirmation I previously had talked about, will be understood as the desire to not continue. Feel free to do it if you want to; no hard feelings. This will take a lot of energy and free time, so… make sure that all the effort goes to something you like or you’ll end up despising me and music itself. Any questions or doubts?

As nobody speaks, she dismisses the class.

It took me a couple of days to decide whether I should join music or look for another option, but animated by my parents and the possibility of this helping me with my scenic fear, I choose to keep going with the idea.

Apparently, my vocal range is mezzo-soprano-contralto, which is why I have a difficult time in a higher register. Once I knew that, everything changed for me. Singing was easier and less damaging; just better. I wasn’t that good but for once I felt like my efforts were taking me somewhere.

I still needed a lot of practice, so I would usually spend some time during lunchtime (with the teacher’s permission) doing so in the rehearsal room. Unluckily, one day when I went to my usual spot, the class was already occupied by another person, so I met with my teacher to know what had happened.

-I’m sorry sweetheart, it’s my fault. I have such a big cold that the headache is making my head pound and I can’t even think straight. Would it be inopportune if I reserve the room after class so you don’t have to skip today’s practice?

-That sounds good too.

-Okay, then I will write your name in the folder -she says reaching for it hung on the wall. She seems a little confused when looking at today’s schedule

-Isn’t it possible? -I ask her.

-Oh no, everything is fine. Seems like I’ve already written the reservation in your name earlier. Must’ve forgotten to tell you when I did that, I guess that just in case, to offer you a resolution to this problem.

-Then, I’m noted to the main classroom after class?

-Yeah, you are good to go.

-Thank you.

As told, I went to the said place and started my warming exercises. After some scales, I tried “Million Reasons” by Lady Gaga, struggling with the highness of the bridge. I was stuck with that part for some days by then, and my frustration was almost visible in the form of smoke outing my ears.

I was on my…¿20th try? When an unknown voice scared me when the song finished.

-Well… that was…interesting.

-Fucking hell, you scared me.

-Not more than you did to me with your vocals.

-Excuse me?

-Apologies accepted.

Is a boy around my age and size. He wears rectangular glasses and a mostly black outfit, which contrasts with his pale skin perfectly. His eyes are quite small but ooze tons of coldness. He impassively walks to the piano in the corner and starts to get things out of his backpack.

-Mmm… What are you doing?

His dark orbs peer at me with a pensive aura, but he dismisses those thoughts and gives me rolling eyes.

-Practising.

-Yeah, I could have guessed that.

-I am not the one asking the stupid questions here.

-What I meant -he interrupts me by playing some notes- As I was saying -he does it again.

I approach the instrument he is in and put down the keyboard cover, giving him enough time to retract his hands. Ups his sight and boy, is a furious one.

-Are you crazy? -he shouts- You could have harmed me!

-Chst, nobody with two functional cells doing synapsis would have that bad reflexes so please, stop crying, you little baby.

-Excuse me?

-Apologies accepted -I deliver the sentence the same way he did to me, with a pompous smile on my face while I sit proudly in a nearby chair- Also, you deserve it. That’s what you get when trying to mess with me.

-Oh, was I disturbing you? Sorry, I didn't want to. I’m so distracted -what he says in a pitying tone doesn’t match the challenging look in his eyes and the smirk he isn’t even trying to hide.

-I can tell -I bark back the same way- Anyway, as I was saying before you decided to be a cretin, what are you doing here?

-Judging based on your singing skills maybe…you aren't aware that this is a music classroom? You know, where musicians do their thing -speaks ironically

-Of course I know where I am. My doubt is what are YOU doing here at this time. I made a reservation with Mrs Lars.

-Me too.

-That’s impossible.

-No, it’s not. Since I did. You must be wrong.

-No, you are -I fight a little offended.

He rolls his eyes.

-Okay. Let’s search the classroom schedule Mrs Lars keeps in her office and you’ll see your mistake -decides while clapping his hands together and getting up.

-You must mean YOUR mistake -I clarify while imitating his gestures.

I follow him to said office, where he signals to a folder hanging on the wall. He goes through it while searching for today’s schedule and once he finds it, aggressively puts his finger in the initials “M.Y”

-As I was saying, you are the one wrong -he says proudly.

-What? Those are my initials!

-No, they are not. They are M.Y. as in Min Yoongi.

-No, they are M.Y as Min Young Mi.

We look at each other kinda confused.

-I guess Mrs Lars must have committed a mistake while writing our names because of the similarities -he thinks out loud.

-You think so? -I reply as ironically as I can. He rolls his eyes.

That evening was the beginning of what we like to call “The Valerian War”. As stubborn as we were, any of us was willing to give in to the other. None offered to leave or neither changed the reservation for the evenings that followed, so we played mental resistance war, and it got so bad that we needed some valerian infusion to support the evils that we did to each other so that the other would surrender.

Some favourites were him cutting my microphone wires or playing a recording of my voice on the school’s radio for everyone to listen to. I gave back by making good use of a 2x3 glue thrift offer. I was almost sent to the other world when he had to walk back home with the piano’s bench cushion glued to his butt or with music sheets united to his hand.

Eventually, with little acts of kindness by both sides, we started to open up and help each other (he assisted me in musical stuff while I improved his anger management) and we reached the point where we were looking all day to that moment of the evening. It took almost a year and a lot of Nelly’s talks to finally admit that we enjoyed spending time together. Slowly but surely, we started meeting out of school till becoming besties. We had a lot more in common than we thought.

-Call me stupid but-

-Stupid -he interrupts me without hesitance.

-Min Yoongi, be careful with your words, I have your mom on quick dial.

-So childish that is almost sad.

-Would she think as childish that you signed a big contract with an important company and didn’t say a word to your family? I guess I can just ask her -my tone is a mockery one.

The keyboard typing stops followed by a dry laugh.

-You dirty bitch. Must be desperate to threaten me with that.

-It’s just that… I’m frustrated.

-Sexually?

-No. Well… That too. But no.

He quietly laughs.

-Maybe I can lend you a hand.

-Yeah, in my neck to cut the flow of air? -I ask acidly but then my black humour needs to make an appearance- Actually, that’s not that much of a bad idea. One lifetime occasion where I would let you commit the desire of killing me without getting angry about it; I promise.

-Mmm, kinky. If that’s what you want… -he spouts with a teasing tone and a smirk.

-What?

I’m no stranger to letting my intrusive thoughts win over me and make it aaaall the way to my mouth without realising it, so when he answers I have to replay the last section of our conversation to understand what he means.

-Ugh, you are disgusting.

-Yeah. I think how disgusting it is that I know you so well, that I am genuinely not surprised about you having a choking kink.

-I… I don’t have a choking kink -I defend myself by putting a brave face on when I actually kind of like that stuff.

-Yeah, right -he answers in a disinterested way, turning back to his computer- Just so you know…next time you try to lie as much as you are doing, tell your red cheeks to not make an appearance. It gives it away.

I take advantage of him not looking at me to raise my hands and check if they are matter-of-factly red, which are. I clear my throat in the need of changing the subject.

-Till now all you said has been really helpful, you know? -I say rolling my eyes

-Till now you still haven’t said a word about your problem, apart from your need to get laid, of course.

-The thing is that I messed badly with my boss -I purposely ignore the last sentence and he lets out a little laugh because of it.

-What makes you think that?

-It’s not something she said or did. Actually… It's my fault.

-I doubt it… but would you mind explaining? -he still has his back facing me while clicking the unwired mouse, something that will make the next thing I have to say a lot easier.

-Do you remember when you got appendicitis and had to stay at the hospital? And then when you needed help when sent home?

-How would I not remember?

-Well… The thing is that to convince my boss, which I already told you, is a hard one… I had to lie. A lot.

That seems to catch his attention because finally turns to face me.

-When you mean a lot, how much are we talking about? You said everything was okay with you taking those days off.

-I think we have already established the point that I am a ‘liar, liar, pants on fire’.

-So… What did you tell her?

-Mmmm… I knew some of my coworkers asked her for some days off because of a friend or a relative being sick, and she always rejected them except when they talked about fiancés, husbands or sons; that kind of stuff. So to make her accept my petition, I made her believe it was about my fiancé.

-You said what?

-I basically said all the truth but omitted that you are only my friend. I completely made up a story about my hardworking fiancé, who fell sick, and has no other family around than me to take care of him… It was a little white lie, but when I was back to work everyone was nice to me, even my boss.

-Why don’t you tell them that you broke up?

-That was my plan, I swear. Buuuut, I started to talk a little bit here and there about him being an asshole, like getting ready to break the news, you know? Buuuuut that made them even nicer to me! Never knew criticising a partner would unite us that much.

-My surgery was last year…have you been lying to them for that long?

-Yeah…

-And didn’t they suspect anything when a year passed and still no wedding was in sight?

-Yes, but I explained how as we were both busy with our respective jobs, trying to save money for it, and having some trouble in our relationship… had decided to take it easy.

He seems lost in thought, with the elbows resting on the armrests of his chair and fingers brushing his chin. Then laughs, crossing his arms over his chest.

-Well, well, well. When I think that you cannot surprise me anymore, here you come.

-Yeah, really funny how this will end with me getting fired.

-Don’t be silly. They’ll never know.

-That’s what I thought till my company decided to celebrate a ball to raise funds for their project about breast cancer. And everyone expects me to bring my said fiancé to meet them.

-OMG you are such a loser.

-I don’t know why I came here expecting some support. Seems like today is not the day you want to deal with my stuff -I get a little angry because he doesn't understand how bad this is and how much I’ve been stressing the last few weeks trying to find a solution.

-Minnie, you know that’s not it -he quickly answers.

-Don’t worry. It’s my fault. By now I must have put in my mind that while you are working don’t wanna be bothered by others' banal stuff -I recollect my bag and start my way to the door.

I feel his hand wrapping around my wrist, trying to stop me.

-Stop it. I don’t wanna bother you.

He sighs and uses that hitch as a way to put me closer to him and after that, sit me again on the couch.

-Yeah, you are a pain in the ass, but even like that… you’ll never bother me when it’s about struggling with something, so… don’t say that.

-That’s how you made me feel.

-And I’m sorry about it. When it comes to words, we both know that I’m not the best to be sensitive.

-Except with your lyrics -I half-joke to reassure him.

I feel bad to react this way because he has a life too and here I am burdening him with my problems; all because I am so weak that I drown in a cup of water.

-Yeah, except for my lyrics -says way softer.

-Ugh, I’m so messed up -I groan while hiding my face between my hands and laying back.

-Yeah, a little bit but, what are you going to do?

-What do you mean?

-I know you, so I expect you to have something in mind already -he says palming one of my knees while still sitting in his chair.

I drop my arms to my sides, tired.

-No. Well, technically yes, but not anymore.

-What?

-I had a plan but not anymore because things didn’t go the way I expected.

-How is that?

-Don’t wanna hear you say anything about “I warned you”.

-This is going to be good -he whispers loud enough for me to hear it, but after giving him a death stare, motions his mouth getting zipped and throws the key away.

-The obvious solution is to have someone pretending to be my fianceé. After wondering who would be the best option I asked Jim to fill that role because, you know, we were kinda hooking up.

-What did he say?

-Like cartoons. I was almost able to see smoke in his dashing foot.

-Told you so -whispers again with a smirk.

I want to save energy, so my only answer is to roll my eyes. It's not like I could deny it because he, in effect, told me that.

When I started to meet Jim, equally scared of commitment as me, Yoongi warned me about how he would never be the one for me. How under the sweet gestures and amazing chemistry, we were only two people wasting time. How he could, maybe, let me down when I truly needed him. He wasn’t wrong. While explaining this whole issue to Jim, he was losing all the colour on his face because I told him that he would have to pretend to be in love. Pretend. I didn’t love him either but I was expecting the both of us to put on a little show of it.

But Yoongi knows that behind the façade I put saying that I don't want serious business, the reality is that I'm just searching for the right person to let my defences down. But to find it and as a scientist, I must do trial and error. Right?

-Then I contacted everyone in our group but all of them are occupied with close notice, and since my family is away, I can’t ask a cousin or something. Not to mention how weird it would have been -I shake my shoulders trying to shake the disgusting image of my mind.

-What about a random person or a gigolo?

-I don’t have enough time to teach somebody the full ass history of how we fell in love or the money to pay for it. Also, I'm trying to avoid paying for another human till I'm 70 and alone, with the only company of my 5 cats. Thanks.

-That’s all?

-I started to pretend that I’m falling sick to have an excuse, but everyone seems suspicious of me. If that doesn’t work, I’m fucked up. For real. That’s my last chance.

-As I see it, that’s not your last chance. You forgot about something.

-I did?

To say that I am confused is an understatement.

-Yeah you fool -he smiles widely and reclines in his chair with crossed arms.

-I…don’t…follow you.

-Me.

-You what? -My confusion is at the ceiling level.

-Me -He repeats with open arms- You forgot me.

Is this what I think it is?

-Stop frowning -and I do at his call- I can't believe you didn’t try to ask me.

-You are joking, aren’t you?

-No -he turns to the computer shrugging.

-Wait, wait, wait -I turn him to face me by the armrest- You, Min Yoongi, THE Min Yoongi, are offering to be my ‘date’ for an event at my workplace?

-God, don’t put it like that. But yeah, the answer is yes. I don’t know why it seems so unbelievable to you.

-I didn't ask you because: 1) I was ashamed, 2) you and I aren't precisely the most comfortable with touching or sweet words, and 3) and the main: aren’t you visiting your hometown this weekend? I know how much you’ve been looking forward to it.

-Yes, I was. But you are crazy if you think that I would let you lose your job for it.

-But you’ve worked so hard… you deserve that break.

-Listen and stop being stubborn. I know that your job is as important to you as mine is to me, not to mention that if you are in this position it is because of me. So… the fair thing is to be the one helping you out of this situation.

-You realise that we will have to pretend that we are in love, right? -I say carefully.

-I pretend that I like you every day so, I don’t think it will be that hard.

I know he says it to make me laugh and take the iron off the matter, but I can’t help smacking his thigh while giggling.

-What preoccupies me is you; would you be able not to fall in love with me?

We both laugh, knowing that it’s impossible.

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I’m completing my look with sparkling earrings and I look at myself in the mirror. Not bad.

I’m wearing what I consider my slutiest outfit: a baggy long-sleeve dress with a deep v-neck and which long is mid-thigh. The cloth resembles black silk but falls beautifully around my curved body, adjusting in the places it should to remark my features. I added all the sparkly accessories because they contrast greatly with my tanned skin and the dress itself, but I guess all seems blurred compared to my boobs. Those girls are looking great tonight.

My hairstyle and makeup are a little basic, but enough to make me feel pretty.

While applying perfume someone rings the doorbell. I’m ready on time, so taking all my stuff and a false pink fur coat, I open the door.

I have to admit it, he looks stunning. Yoongi is wearing black skinny jeans with a white t-shirt tucked in, black combat boots and a green bomber jacket. All prettily completed with silver accessories and his long ginger hair slightly gelled back on the sides. My favourite look on him.

-Why aren’t you wearing high heels?

That comment is enough to get me out of my trance, but I understand it; that’s the only part of my outfit on display.

-Is bad enough to be wearing ones for the ball, so yes, thank you, I won’t be torturing myself tonight -I explain as I close my house with the key.

-You were the one who had the idea of dressing in the clothes the other likes most.

-I’m wearing everything you asked for except for the heels. Relax.

-Let me see.

-Hell no, it is freezing here. You’ll see once we get to the discotheque. C’mon.

-I don’t trust you. At all -he whispers but follows me to the taxi stop.

This is part of the amazing plan we made together on Tuesday night. Not the best idea but…it will have to do the work.

The ball is on Friday so we have a couple of days to make us believable as a couple. Tonight, Wednesday, part one is in development. We’ll go to drink (a lot) and dance in a public place and act as partners in love. Is like practice for the real situation and luckily, as I suggested, dressing in a way the other likes will make it easier to dissociate the image of best friend that we find disgusting to act in love with.

We have two days to be comfortable with holding hands, him holding me for the small of my back, me hanging into his arm, hugging and… kissing. Not fully making out, like little pecks. Or at least that’s the order both of us come together to decide as necessary to give the ‘’living in the honeymoon stage of relationship’’ vibes.

Tomorrow we will work on our love story, pet names and all that stuff. Maybe we’ll have to buy some alcohol for it too.

-Should we…maybe…start? -he asks, looking the other way.

-I think I need a couple of quick shots before.

-Thank God, me too -laughs.

I signal to a bar near us that won’t make us change our direction fully, and he agrees.

-Please, four shots of tequila -Yoongi orders to the bartender, and I am grateful for that amount.

Since I am the one using his help, I want to invite him. He gives me bored eyes and tries to take my money away from the counter, but I push him a little bit and open my coat to let my neckline on the view of the young bartender.

-Please, accept my money. You can keep the change as a tip -my voice is as sweet as I physically can and I bat my eyelashes. It works because he takes my money a little bit flustered and his only answer is a nod. I laugh to myself and close the coat again, turning to my friend, who is downing his first little vase.

I take one making cheers in the air before ingesting the hot liquor.

-You know… what you did is not fair.

-What do you mean? -I play dumb.

-You know what I mean -he says before drinking his other drink- That poor boy… I would be surprised if he doesn't end up hard as wood.

-Why is that bad? Dozens of men look at my ass or boobs without any intention on my side or dressing to “provoke” them. It’s not my fault that in this patriarchal society, women are so fucking sexualized that men think it’s okay to do it. He would have looked at them anyway if I weren’t wearing the coat so excuse me for using that in my favour instead of against me - I drink my last shot.

He looks at me kind of speechless, but after clearing his throat he says “When you are right, you are right”.

The cold air receives us in the street, but the burning sensation in our stomachs is a great contrast. We decide to go walking to the discotheque since it isn’t that far and after ten minutes of comfortable silence, I start to feel the alcohol quicking in in the form of an unexpected laugh.

-What happens? -Yoongi seems confused but laughs too.

-This situation… is ridiculous.

-I know.

-But again, thank you. You are saving me from a good one. I owe you.

-Don’t be stupid, we are best friends. You take care of me and I take care of you. That is how we have always worked and how it will always work.

-Wow, alcohol is getting into you too? You are speaking mindlessly.

-A bit. A long time has passed since I last drank something; work has been… crazy.

-Same for me. Maybe it is a good moment for…you know.

-First step?

-Yeah, first step. Are you okay with that?

-Of course.

We look at each other's hands and making a brave move, I'm the one initiating the motion. His are colder and slightly bigger but feels surprisingly comfortable to intertwine fingers and sense his even colder rings brushing with mine. That heat difference sends a shiver through my body.

It’s not like we have never held hands in other contexts. We do, for example, while walking in a street full of people or in a comforting situation and stuff like that, but it is our first time to do it without a physical or emotional need.

-How do you feel? -I ask cautiously.

-Weird, not gonna lie.

-Me too.

-But it’s not the first time we held hands and I have to say that luckily you feel warm.

-Yeah, you are freezing man -the tension weakens and we start to walk again, still hand in hand.

-I forgot my coat and when I realised I was already too far. I expected to be in a taxi and drunk so I didn’t take it so seriously. Now I’m regretting my choices.

I can’t stop a laugh and he does the same, showing a gummy smile.

-I can work with that. Grieving for my frozen-to-death fiancé is a good excuse to go to the bloody fundraiser alone.

-Then, who would listen to your nonsense anxious babbling?

-You aren’t my only friend, you know that right?

-They simply can’t compare. Even Nelly.

-Yeah, they can’t compare because nobody reaches your level of pettiness.

-That’s what we have in common you and I, my friend.

Our bickering continues till we reach our destination, where it is time to start the practice. Reading my mind he offers his arm for me to cling to it while still holding hands; a typical pose of couples who’ve been together for some years.

-IDs? -the bouncer asks us.

Once he checks that we are above 23 (a way to only let in adults) the heat receives us when we cross the door. The decoration is beautiful and serious, way different from what we are used to.

-Everyone here seems a little off, don’t you think? -Yoongi asks me.

-Yeah, I guess the age requirement takes away the younger spirit. You know this place is for people who want to have a good night but not that “wild”.

-If this is what awaits me once I establish a serious relationship, I’m definitely staying single.

-Bold of you to assume that you’ll find someone who can keep up with your antics. It’s not like you are turning love proposals all day.

His elbow pinches at my ribs for making fun of him and I laugh.

-You are one to talk… Also, I have some game so… your words don’t offend me miss “Please help me because my ashole of a hookup can’t even pretend to be in love with me”.

-Yeah, that was because he knew that once he started pretending, it wouldn’t be pretending anymore and I’m too much of a woman for him.

-Sure -his eyes are mocking me.

-Let’s grab some drinks, stupid.

He straightly asks for a whiskey, his favourite drink, but I order a rum with coke. He offers me to taste it and I’m dumb enough to do it, gagging at the flavour.

-You have an easy gag reflex, maybe now I understand why Jim dumped your ass so easily.

-Don’t worry hun, it’s only related to alcoholic drinks and he surely dumped me but my ass felt a great loss to him -I cheer my drink with his.

He gives me an unreadable stare while swallowing the odd savoury liquor.

I hate to admit it, but he looks smoking hot tonight. I can’t put my finger exactly on what it is, but something of him making dark humour about Jim while staring at me in that mockery way and gulping whiskey like water… is entrancing. Am I that sex deprived or what?

He frowns one eyebrow trying to guess what's on my mind and just the possibility of him being able to decipher my thoughts has me blushing.

-Is hot here. I’m going to the wardrobe to leave my coat - I excuse myself while getting up from the stool.

-Want me to accompany you?

-Oh, no. Don’t worry. I don’t think it will take me that long.

I join the wardrobe queue a little anxious. Just thinking of what awaits me these days stresses me; it’s really out of my comfort zone. I take the coat for the smiley girl behind the counter to take it.

-Wow girl, you are stunning.

-Thank you, I hope my… boyfriend thinks the same -the b-word gets a little stuck in my throat.

-If he doesn’t… take him to the doctor. That would mean he has his sight damaged. Or better, come back and I’ll make sure you have a good time -she says winking and giving me a little key with a number.

-I’ll keep that in mind -I answer a little flustered and return to where Yoongi is waiting.

He is turned to face me, elbow resting on the bar and cup playing in his hand in circular motions. He eyes me up and down and licks his lips, and I have to put all the effort in me to keep walking like nothing and not choke on my air.

He must have noticed my nervous state because this time, decides to directly ask.

-Oh, I was a little shocked -I answered because… well, that is true- The girl in the wardrobe made a move on me suggesting that if my partner doesn’t like me or something, she will take matters herself to give me a good time -that is also true.

-She did?

-Yeah, why is it so hard to believe? -I am a little offended and I chug down the rest of my drink.

-Not that is hard to believe, but… Do you like girls or something now? -he seems genuinely curious, trying to assure me that anything I say next, will be well received from him.

-No, this isn’t me coming out; sadly I’m still into men. Just… is nice to have someone complimenting me even if I’m not into girls -a change in his gaze is noticeable, and that’s what makes me realise that maybe he feels like I’m implying something else that I’m not- Anyways, I thought that she was nice and a funny anecdote. Do you want anything else to drink?

I can almost see him shaking his head to get rid of whatever was going on there and nods, chugging the remains of whiskey, which makes his Adam's apple move up and down. He has a nice side profile, I’ll admit that too.

Once we have refilled our vases, we start a little conversation about our works and how excited he is that his first mixtape is in the final steps to be published. Only the photos and the design of the cover are missing, which will be arranged on Friday morning, previous to the gala.

-I can’t believe that you didn’t let me listen to it.

-I want you to see the final product, to see the full concept like the rest.

-Still… I can’t believe that you are doing this to your very first fan. I guess from now I will have to fight with all your new fans for a little attention.

-Like you ever had it… -he smirks and I hit him in the arm.

-Maybe I should start stanning other rappers, Namjoon is doing great with his mixtape. At least he appreciates me a little bit.

-Yeah, he would appreciate having you under his sheets. Well, he and the rest of the boys of the studio.

-Don’t be silly, we are just friends.

-Yeah, because no friends in history have ever hooked up, right?

-Not me at least.

-Because you are good at friend-zoning without even noticing. It’s really fun to watch them all try to have a date with you. I will tell you more, we have a bet going on.

-What? Stop joking.

His gaze is devilish, but his face remains serious; that’s how I know that he is being honest. He funnily grins while drinking and I just blush.

-Seriously? I don’t know Yoongi, that seems fake.

-Kinda is, kinda not. At the start, when they first meet you, they, believe it or not, wanted you as something more than a friend. After some time trying and failing, they accepted that it was impossible. However, it is still a joke to make moves on you to see if you notice but I know that if you give them any signal, they would be moving their tails like the dogs they are.

-That's what the bet is about? For how long has it been going on?

.Around… I don’t know. Two years maybe?

To say that I'm speechless is an understatement.

-Who’s in that bet?

-All the group?

-Even… you?

-I guess… but I like to think of myself as a judge in all this. It wouldn’t be fair to them if I played at their level since I’m your best friend.

-Oh my god, you are so full of yourself.

-Why?

-You think you can win against the others with that dumpling-like skin and that skinny body of yours? You wouldn’t be able to handle me. Jungkook or Namjoon? Definitely.

-I would prove it to you, but once you get a taste… you can’t go anywhere else.

Scarlet cheeks are my only answer to that.

-And what’s the prize of that bet?

-Free pass with you if you want it too.

-Ugh, and you are part of that?

-Now you are the one full of herself. If I win maybe I’ll be able to trade that for some equipment my studio is missing.

-I’m not an object you can use to “trade”.

-Of course you aren’t. Of course.

He pats my head messily and I can see a glint of fun in his eyes, which in Yoongi’s language means that he feels a little tipsy. He’s not the touchy type at least he has some alcohol flowing through him.

Honestly, I know that I should be a little angry with this whole bet thing but I am not. Yes, is a little weird that all of them are in this but at the same time… I know they would never hurt me or take advantage of me in that way. Also, I have to admit that sometimes I do second checks of them because… holy cow, they seem like some greek marble-carved figurines that came to life. So.. am I the one to blame?

Not to mention how lovely and protective of me they all are; I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have had their support for whatever stupid thing I was trying or a warm hug if I needed it. I guess this thing is a friendly joke I wasn’t aware of but thanks to alcohol-induced honesty in Yoongi…I’m going to have MY fun with it.

-Now that you have told me this, who has won? You are destroying it.

-I suppose the first you flirt back to and I told you because… two years?? At this point, we all know that the bet was never going to end. Why? Now that you know, is your interest in any of those assholes?

-Maybe…

-Who? -I know this caught him by surprise.

-You will have to give me more drinks and a couple of dances to know that. Decide your strategy while my trip to the bathroom -I laugh at him and make my way to the service room.

I’m not interested in any of them, but as I said, it’s my turn to have some fun with it and poor Yoongi, he’s my first victim. We have some bond to do to look like a couple, right? Well, I will take this as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

->Chapter 2

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dribs-and-drabbles · 4 months

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15 people, 15 questions

Thanks for tagging me @colourme-feral, @wen-kexing-apologist and @thegalwhorants! I wrote this at night on Christmas Eve but then tumblr ate the post when I moved it from my drafts to my queue, so I had to write the whole thing again...

1. Are you named after anyone?

No. My parents had a difficult time deciding on a name and just eventually landed on the one they gave me.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Well that depends on what kind of crying... I teared up last Wednesday when my furniture and belongings arrived from being in storage for 17 months. Tears rolled down my cheeks and my breath hitched a few times when I watched ep 6 Last Twilight (damn you Aof!) nearly two weeks ago. But the last time I ugly sobbed was whilst watching a musical in June, but I was feeling especially emotional about my temporary living situation at the time.

3. Do you have kids?

No.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I don't play any now (but I do go to the gym) but when I was a kid I did gymnastics and then dance (although that's not a sport). I played different sports in school but only because I had to and they weren't any I really enjoyed.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sarcasm? Who, me?! Nooooooo never.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Probably their posture or body language.

7. What's your eye colour?

To be honest I'm not sure. There's grey and bits of blue and green and even brown but I wouldn't be able to call it a colour. I used to say hazel but then I realised hazel was more brown than my eyes are so I don't really know.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Oh happy endings for sure. I mean, I'm on (this) tumblr because of the qls I watch so it should be obvious.

9. Any talents?

I can hold a handstand for 30 secs (I've also managed 1 min in the past but that was a while ago now) but that feels more like a party trick than a talent. I guess I could say dancing. Oh, maybe guessing the time usually quite accurately.

10. Where were you born?

In the UK, specifically England.

11. What are your hobbies?

Apart from going to the gym, handstanding and watching ql series? I'm currently obsessed with the clothes from the shows 😅...but I also like to go for walks, sometimes I play boardgames, and I like to read (I've been mainly reading fan fic recently though). I also think about lego a lot (and now I have my own place I might get some sets - bonsai tree my beloved) and I used to write but it's been a few years since I last wrote anything.

12. Do you have any pets?

No. I've had cats in the past and I'd like another cat at some point but not for a while.

13. How tall are you?

I'm not 🤭

14. What was your favourite subject in school?

I can't remember now but probably geography...but more geology than countries...or creative writing. There was a point where I enjoyed maths...but didn't study it beyond 16.

15. What is your dream job?

I'd actually like to be able to not work, or to only work part time. I've been lucky to have actually had my dream job and I'm very grateful for the opportunity/experience.

So that's it! I guess I should tag 15 people since that's the title of this game, so here goes: @grapejuicegay @telomeke (I know you've been tagged a few times) @respectthepetty (I know you've done it already but I wanted to tag you anyway) @celestial-sapphicss @dimplesandfierceeyes @chickenstrangers @wen-kexing-apologist (I know you've already done it as well but leaving this tag here anyway) @waitmyturtles @lurkingshan @my-rose-tinted-glasses @slayerkitty @ranchthoughts @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @btwinlines @starryalpacasstuff No pressure obviously. (bonus tag for @absolutebl because I like it when you answer these kinds of things using only photos /gifs)

#the tag game #writing this on christmas morning instead #having a quiet day by myself #and probably unpacking more boxes #saving it in my queue so I hope it doesn't get eaten by tumblr again...#(edited pre-posting to add some tags/notes)

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kookstempo · 2 years

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i'll make this feel like home - myg

pairing: min yoongi x reader (tcad yoongi)

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 4.2K

summary: your fight with yoongi helps him figure out what he wants for the future.

warnings: a fight between our golden couple, some curse words here and there, oc ignoring yoongi for a while.

a/n: hello, my loves! this takes part between to catch a dream and three, so please make sure to read tcad before this one because there are a couple refererences. hope you enjoy!! and as always, thanks to my wonderful jo for being encouraging and loving to me.

masterlist.

You have never been stood up before.

Never as in… never, not even once. It had taken one hour for you to figure out Yoongi wasn’t coming. For dignity purposes, one would let only fifteen (or maybe twenty) minutes pass before assuming their partner wouldn’t show up and leave, but dating someone like Yoongi, 15 minutes was still a good enough amount for you to not give up.

After that twenty-minute mark, everything started to roll very, very slowly for you - or at least that’s how it had felt. The last two sips of wine eventually became four, telling the waiter you weren’t ready to order yet repeated two times, and you watched two couples ordering dessert. That was the moment you decided you had had enough and that Yoongi definitely wasn’t showing up.

Asking for the check, you pulled out your phone and checked for any notifications from him.

None.

With a sigh, you opened your chat with Hoseok and started typing.

you [19:50]: hey, would you happen to know where yoongi is?

you [19:51]: we were supposed to have dinner together and he never showed up.

Surprisingly fast, you received two notifications from Hoseok. And they left a sour taste in your mouth.

hobi [19:54]: hey! uh, i guess he didn’t really follow my advice in the end. he’s still in the studio.

hobi [19:54]: he told me he was gonna text you, now i assume he didn’t.

Well, his assumptions weren’t wrong. Sour taste becoming more prominent in your mouth, you tried your best to think about the most positive outcomes for this. Maybe he had fallen asleep and that’s why he hadn’t texted you, or he had run out of battery and he had left his charger at home.

No. That had been yesterday, and he now has a spare one in his studio for those emergencies.

Now the question was: should you drop it and go home? But how bad would it be if you went to the studio to check up on him? Maybe he would have the answer to your questions and everything would go back to normal after knowing why exactly he had decided to leave you stood up. Slamming the check on the table after signing it, you got up from your seat and thanked the waiter, hurriedly walking to the exit and looking for your car.

The engine roared loudly like your thoughts. You had told him in the morning you had a reservation for the two of you, right? Yeah, of course you had. And he had hummed in reply while taking a big bite out of his toast.

Not like you were there with him, but the phone had picked up the sound of the crunchy toast. Before your mind could spiral more, you put the studio’s address on the GPS and let it guide you to your destination.

The minute the system showed you your planned route for the night, a notification popped and disappeared swiftly, followed by a new one.

yoongi [20:04]: won’t be able to make it

yoongi [20:04]: sorry

Fast forward to the present, the cold air is the only thing keeping you company as you make your way inside the building. The receptionist is alarmed at first, not expecting visits this late - and it’s not even 10:00 p.m - but when she realizes it’s you, she becomes calm. That is until she realizes this is the first time you’re visiting the building at night, and now there is confusion painted on her face.

“Hey… Is it okay if I go to Yoongi’s studio?” You ask her in a rushed tone, taking another deep breath to not let your anxiety get the best of you.

“Yeah, sure. One would assume you don’t have to ask anymore since you two are dating.” She giggles, trying to lighten the mood.

When she notices you don’t giggle with her, she stops laughing.

“I mean, I’d say the same. But apparently that has changed since I was stood up today.”

In a certain way, her words reassure you. You two are dating, yes. But that also means that you can be stood up many more times other than just this one because there is nothing official between you two, nothing serious. And until then, work is always gonna come first. And you can’t blame him for it, but you can still feel hurt.

She clears her throat, filling the awkward silence.

“You can go up. Hope whatever happened between you two gets solved.”

The ride on the elevator is where you rehearse what you want to say to him, how you’re going to say it, and when. Knowing he’s still inside that room lets you know he is stressed, so you don’t want to be straightforward and create more heat than necessary. The ride gives you enough time to come to terms with yourself.

The ding of the elevator startles you slightly. Gulping, you get out of it and walk around the already familiar hallway, arriving at Yoongi’s door. You knock on it thrice and loudly so he is still able to hear it even with headphones on. You clutch your car keys hard, tapping your foot against the floor anxiously. Just as you’re about to knock on the door again, he opens it.

“Y/N? Hi, uhh…” He stammers, opening the door a little wider for you to get inside.

You are not going to have this conversation outside, obviously. The way the empty takeout boxes are the first thing that greets you makes the sour taste come back.

“How are you? Busy, I assume?” You murmur in the most controlled tone you can, you had decided you were going to let the conversation get there and not jump into it.

“Yeah… We had a meeting today and the due date was moved one week earlier than the original plan,” Yoongi explains, going back to his chair in front of the computer.

“But how come Hoseok already left the building?” You take a seat on the couch, gathering all the empty containers to throw them away and clean the area.

Yoongi turns around in his chair and raises an eyebrow. “How do you know he already left? You saw him?”

Playing with your bracelets, you let the words out slowly. “No, I know that because I texted him an hour and a half ago to ask him if he knew where you were.”

“I mean, where else could I be if not here?” He chuckles, turning to face the computer once more.

The sarcasm is enough to make you feel angry.

“At dinner with me, just like we talked today in the morning,” you spit.

He stands up and walks up to where you are seated, eyeing the piled up trash from his dinner. He knows what you are talking about, it’s clear by the look on his face that the memory of the talk you had is running through his mind right now. He takes the boxes from the table and drops them in the trash.

“Oh, that.”

“Yeah, Yoongi, that. I get that you were and still are busy, but it would only take a minute as a maximum to leave a short ‘won’t make it to dinner tonight, sorry’.” You mock the last part, deepening your voice as if to match Yoongi’s.

“I do not talk like that, for starters. And I didn’t just decide not to go–”

“Then what happened, huh? Because I was left alone in the restaurant for like an hour until I realized you were definitely not showing up,” you hotly interrupt him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“That is what I was going to explain before you interrupted me,” he takes a deep breath and sits down next to you. “I got too sucked into my work after that meeting and I lost track of time.”

“The minute you decided to order some dinner, didn’t you remember then?” You ask in disbelief.

There’s silence from him. He seems to be thinking about how to answer that.

After what seems like a century, he replies, “I meant to… It doesn’t matter if I did or did not remember, love. I honestly wouldn’t have been able to go because of that meeting.”

You still don’t know if he remembered or not in that exact moment - you cannot hold that against him yet. If he didn’t, it’s not that big of a deal, but if he did… He’d left you sitting by yourself for an hour, looking like a fool.

“If you did remember,” you start, looking at the ceiling. “The proper thing would have been letting me know at least at some point during the day… Not an hour later.” You mutter the last part, sighing.

“Are you implying I remembered, decided to be a douchebag, and left you there on purpose?” Yoongi scoffs, running a hand through his hair. He eyes his computer, and that is enough to set you off again.

“I am not implying shit, Yoongi! All I’m saying is, if you cared enough about me, about us–”

“There is no us, Y/N! Do you think that just because I let you in on what was bothering me, that night at the club, that’d make us a couple?”

Wow. What a low blow.

“I never said that, it’s not what this conversation is about, I just—“

“You just what? Thought you’d come here and play super girlfriend for me for one night I’m stressed? Let me break it to you, it’s not the first time I've been like this. I’m sure as hell it won’t be the last time. And I’m not gonna interrupt a choking deadline for some dinner.”

He is the one mocking now. He said more than five words and all you were able to pick up from it was ‘I did remember and you are not going to take me away from my job’.

“I was not trying to play super girlfriend, as you’d call it. I just came here to see why you hadn’t come to the restaurant…”

“Well I think I just told you - I had a meeting, have a very important deadline, and no time for a dinner that is going to keep me away from my job.”

Yep. Looks like your conclusion wasn’t that far away from the truth.

You open your mouth to say something, anything at all, yet no words come out of you. As you grab your purse and car keys, Yoongi gets up and sits down in front of his desk again - basically letting you know the discussion is over.

You shake your head at yourself when you feel the tears wetting your eyes. You are not going to cry here. Grabbing the door’s handle, you look at him one last time before leaving the room and the building.

He remembers the moment after you left - he had returned to his work like nothing had happened. Something felt off, though. Like somewhere along that talk, he had committed a mistake, and couldn’t point the finger to where. Shaking it off, he put on his headphones again and continued with his work until he felt barely capable of keeping his eyes open, and decided to take a nap at the studio, that way he could recharge and drive home safely.

When he woke up the second time, around 8:30 a.m, he grabbed his phone and noticed there was no text message from you to wish him good morning. None at all. ‘Huh, that’s weird’, he thought to himself; you usually text him around this time even if he hasn’t woken up. Perhaps you’d slept in late, there was nothing to worry about.

8:30 becomes 13:50 in the blink of an eye, still no messages from you. You’d probably gone out and forgotten your phone!

No, that has never happened before… Fuck.

He sits down with a thud on the same couch you had been sitting on last night before you went radio silent on him. Considering the fact that he is supposed to be having lunch right now, he can have some me time and think through every second of that discussion.

In a certain way, he knows that what he did was wrong - he had been looking forward to meeting you for dinner almost all day, getting some relief from his hectic schedule, even if he’d have to go back to work after that; right when that meeting ended, you were the first thing that crossed his mind. The fact that he wasn’t gonna be able to see you that night killed him, but he had to go straight to work on the album or someone else was going to kill him if he didn’t get the job done.

Which reminds him of the fact that the clock is ticking, and he needs to get his shit together.

Yoongi tries to call you after the third day of silence from you. He is greeted by the picture of the two of you he has on his wallpaper when you let the call go to voicemail. He stares at it in disbelief and confusion - you have been ignoring his messages, now his calls.

Yoongi doesn’t know how to make things better. Starting with the fact that three days have passed and he hasn’t figured out what went wrong during the conversation.

He spent the night at the studio yesterday. Somewhere during the day, he had hoped he would hear from you after seeing the many texts and couple calls from his end. Continuing receiving nothing from you, he opted for staying in the studio, not wanting to bear the silence from his apartment, too, knowing you weren’t going to be there.

You weren’t going to be there just like you aren’t present now. It’s killing him.

Throwing his head back against the chair, he rubs his eyes and taps his foot against the floor. He is stuck, does not know how to move forward with you and with the beat he is currently working on. The food on the coffee table has gone cold by now, Namjoon had dropped it off almost two hours ago; he had brushed him off with a quick “thanks” when his band member had scolded him about not forgetting to eat.

That had sounded just like something you’d say, coming from a way deeper voice than yours. He ponders the question of when had he allowed work to consume him in such a deep way, if he had lost his touch with music and that was the reason why the melody wasn’t flowing naturally for him.

He loves his job, of course. Yet, the memory of the last time something like this had happened… he doesn’t want to go down that road again - neglecting hours of sleep, food, figuratively tying the rope around his neck so tightly, something he loved had become exhausting for him.

The other day, when he was giving himself shit about not writing and being behind in his work, you had been there. Your pretty smile, your eyes full of genuine concern for him, to lend him a hand in the best way you could.

Something in you had told Yoongi you were trustworthy. You weren’t going to quit when times got rough because you were a warrior, and someone loyal to the people you cared about. And you had managed to prove him just that every single day after that, even if it hadn’t been intentional.

However, now? Now, things had gotten rough and you had gone silent. Yoongi is not disappointed in you, he realizes finally after days of thinking about it. The movie runs in his mind again, he pauses it on a crucial minute.

A grimace takes over his features when he remembers how he had told you there was no “you and him”, how he had practically broken what you two had and let you know work would always come before you.

It may be too early for him to make that call, it may not. No one knows what the right timing would be in this situation, but he can see a future with you. He isn’t opposed to the idea of a future with you.

And for that to happen, he has to, needs to start making some time for you if he wants this relationship to work.

There is something about you - more than one thing, if being honest with himself - and that something has him head over heels for you. He had noticed that night at the bar that he had let you in on what was troubling him very easily, and that surely wasn’t him deciding to go all in, it had been you and your charisma.

And Yoongi wants that, he wants to be with you.

He expresses his regret and disgust with a shake of his head, puffing out a breath. At least one part of what he is stuck on is starting to roll forward. Gathering his thoughts and coming to the conclusion that he needs to take matters into his own hands, he gets up and walks to Hoseok’s studio, knocking on the door.

Said man opens the door, takeout box in his hand.

“Yoongi? What’s up?

“I need your help with something.”

You don’t expect the text that comes at seven in the morning, especially who sends it. As you make sure your boss is not paying attention to you, you open the thread.

hobi [07:00]: hey, do you think you could swing by my studio later after you’re done with work? i wanted to see if i could borrow your vocals for this new track.

Hoseok. Jung Hoseok, wanting to borrow your vocals for a track. Pff, you were definitely dreaming.

you [07:02]: lol but why me, don’t you have someone else for that?

The silence on his behalf meant two things: you had either busted him or he was busy as fuck. Your meeting was over. You were back on your desk, busying yourself with the huge pile of paperwork.

hobi [08:30]: this is for the demo version, pls pls pls. it’ll only be like an hour :(

He’s asking for a favor; you had talked about doing vocals for them once - drunk as fuck, both of you - and it looks like it has been taken into consideration now, though. Deciding not to give it much thought, you sent out a short “yes, i’ll be there”, proceeding to pay attention to the task at hand.

“Ah, Y/N! Hoseok told me you’d be coming tonight, here is the password to his studio since he didn’t know at what time you were going to arrive. You know where it is, right?” The receptionist asks you while you shake the rain off of your umbrella.

Yes, you do. His studio is right in front of Yoongi’s.

“Yup, I do. Thank you.” You grin at her and grab the piece of paper with the password scribbled on it, making your way to the elevator after that.

The last time you rode the elevator, you weren’t expecting the night to end the way it had. Hell, you weren’t even expecting to pick a fight with Yoongi.

Sure, the way the topic had come on was… not the best. But having whatever you guys were broken up out of the blue had left you in pain. wishing you had minded your own business and just texted him to know if he was okay, perhaps even having the conversation some other day where you wouldn’t find him so stressed.

Bracing yourself for the walk up to Hoseok’s studio, you get off the elevator and turn on the corner of the hallway, keeping an eye out for the famous doormat with the cat holding its middle finger up, so you’d know you’re in front of the correct door.

What you don’t expect, though, is for Yoongi’s door to be wide open and the lights inside Hoseok’s studio turned off.

‘Just ask him’, you tell yourself. As you pop your head inside the room to ask Yoongi if he knows where Hoseok is - and three nights ago you were asking Hoseok if he knew where Yoongi was, huh - you are greeted with the sight of a beautiful sunflower bouquet on one side of the table, and on the other some to-go containers from the restaurant of the old dinner reservation… the one where Yoongi never showed up.

“We were both thinking the food was gonna get cold before you showed up.” A deep voice behind you says, letting their hand slowly hold your waist and leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek.

Yoongi. You know it’s him because his hold feels familiar, and you’d recognize his scent from a mile away.

“W-where is Hoseok? He wanted me to meet him–”

“I had him lie to you to get you here,” he confesses, softly pushing you inside the room so he can close the door.

“You did what? Yoongi, that is not fair. I don’t want to talk to you and I think I made that pretty clear.” You pull out your phone and point at it, scoffing.

Who does he think he is? Baiting you to get you here, buying a bouquet of sunflowers because you once told him roses were boring to you, and getting food from a restaurant the two of you love?

Well, you’re screwed. He is trying, and it’s getting to you.

“Y/N, I know this is not the most favorable situation for us to talk, but I couldn’t sit around knowing that the woman I love is out there pissed at me, not answering my texts or phone calls, blatantly ignoring me.” He blurts out of nowhere, words leaving his mouth as if he is desperate.

Love.

Love?!

So. Min Yoongi tells you there is no “us” three nights ago, and now he is dropping the L-bomb? Could this night get any weirder?

“What– Yoongi, don’t joke with shit like that.”

“I am not fucking joking, Y/N! I love you, and I am sorry for ever treating you like shit and making you feel like you came in second place,” he takes a deep breath and walks up to you, holding your hands in his trembling ones. “It is hard for me to set boundaries between my shit and work, you know it. But you, darling, you make all the hard work so worth it.”

You sniff quietly, looking at him the best you can through the tears. The words hit you, but the person they’re coming from makes the moment even more special.

“I promise to make of this a new place for us. To erase that ugly memory you have of what I said to you with the certainty that I will fight to make some time for you and I, because I’m in this, Y/N. I’m sorry for ever making it seem like I wasn’t, because that was far from what I wanted to express.” Yoongi squeezes your hands twice, pulling you closer to his body.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I don’t want to be told off again when you feel stressed, you know? It sucked.” You giggle between the tears, letting yourself go and hugging him tightly.

You receive a dry chuckle in response and his arms loop around your shoulders. He takes a deep breath and slowly walks you two to the coffee table. You notice there are some cushions thrown on the floor and two empty glasses.

“That was a very shitty move from me, I know. But I am in this, I just hope you are, too, even after what happened. I may not be able to leave this hell and go have dinner with you, but I will make sure I communicate and figure out a way to make it up to you.”

“You also said something between your apologies… Did you mean that?” You question him shyly, taking a seat on one of the cushions and eyeing the sunflower bouquet.

“Are you asking me if I meant what I said? I love you, Y/N. It doesn’t matter if you’re not ready to say it back, because again,” he emphasizes the word, rolling his eyes playfully. “The timing is bad, but I mean it.”

The words are stuck on your throat. You know you’re there, but you’re so caught off-guard, you barely manage to spit out a reply.

“I’m in this, Yoongi. We are in this together and we will make it work.”

You pull him to your body, making space for him to sit next to you and enjoy some minutes of peace and calm.

Literally, minutes.

“Would you be pissed if I told you I have to get back to work as soon as you’re finished eating?” He discloses, cleaning the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

The old you would reply with a snarky comment, but the new you swallows it.

“A little, but if you let me stick around… maybe not.”

You receive no verbal reply after that. It’s when Yoongi sits back down in front of his computer and pats his lap that you get the gesture and timidly make your way to him, getting comfortable there.

“Yup, this is way better than radio silence from you.”

#yoongi x reader #yoongi drabble #yoongi fic #yoongi #min yoongi x oc #min yoongi one shot #fic: three #fic: to catch a dream

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08 | that’s not my hoodie

series m.list

taglist: @kakixaku @boraength @4ksj @pamzn @jinsearth @fancycollectormoon @weasleyswizarding-wheezes @cramseys

warnings: w33d, bl0wj0b, cümming, light gaslighting ? jealousy jealousy

an: fcking finally ! thank u so much for waiting for this update (ToT)” i was trying so hard to post but soooo many things happened. pls lmk what u guys think of the story so far ! i hope u’re enjoying <3 mwahhhh

Once all the tents are set up, dinner is eaten, and Hoseok’s speaker plays soft summertime music; everyone gathers around the fire.

Immediately, you wish Yoongi was here.

You haven’t really spent much time with Taehyung or Jimin since they’re more of Jin’s friends, but you’ve seen them around here and there. If Yoongi were here, for a split second, life would feel complete.

Even so, life goes on and it’s so fucking beautiful right now.

The cotton candy sunset and the scent of roasting marshmallows fills the air radiates so much nostalgia. The people around you, though none are your family, make you feel so at ease.

Especially the one sitting next to you.

Everyone is making childish smores and you’re sitting next to Jungkook, laughing about how disgusting his smores look. It’s overflowing in every aspect. The marshmallow is melting onto his fingers and he reaches them out for you to lick. You do so, not thinking twice about it. Jin catches this and feels a little weirded out by the sight.

Nam Joon, who is sitting beside Hoseok and Jin, notices. It makes him think a thought or two but ultimately brushes it off once Taehyung and Jimin announce that they forgot their blunts in the car and plan to smoke their weed there.

“Jungkook, wanna join us?” Jimin suggests, nodding towards the car.

He looks at you.

Both Jin and Jungkook do.

You take a bite from Jungkook’s smores. With your mouthful, you manage to utter, “I’m not your mom.”

Jungkook shrugs back at you, “but you don’t like it when I ditch you to smoke.”

It’s true.

“It’s just weed,” Taehyung groans. “What’s the big deal? I’m sure Jungkook has done worse.”

He has.

The thing is, weed is just weed. No one needs to convince you that it’s okay because it is! It’s none of your business what others do anyway.. But when it comes to Jungkook, you prefer him sober.

You feel safer—like you know him better. Is that selfish?

Maybe a part of you feels resentment towards this kind of shit because it’s what made you two drift from one another. He had a habit of choosing vices over you. More than often, you found yourself fighting the urge to beg him to pick you.

You hate yourself for it.

He’s a grown man! He can make choices for himself.. Besides, how will he ever find balance if you’re always making the decisions for him?

“It’s just weed,” Jungkook shrugs.

Pick me. Stay.

“Then it’s just weed,” you repeat. “Do what you want, bhie.”

“Will you be okay here?”

Hoseok scoffs, “you need to chill. Definitely smoke some weed. Get out of here!”

Jungkook gives you a meaningful look. You smile, reassuring him it’s okay even though you wish he’d stay. He doesn’t see it though. He doesn’t see through you.

He gives you his smores.

“I’ll be back in like 15 mins tops.”

“I don’t care,” you laugh, softly pushing him. “Go have fun. Whatever!”

He flicks your forehead before you’re out of reach. Leaning in, he squints his eyes at you, “miss you one.”

“Miss you two,” you mumble back, ignoring the lump in your throat.

With that, he happily leaves and catches up with Jimin and Taehyung. With a heavy heart, you watch him walk away and all you can think to yourself is; fuck.

Old habits die hard.

When you finish your smores, your eyes widen at the realization that you’re left with such nosy people.. All alone.

Jungkook isn’t here to defend you or divert unwanted conversation. You have Jin… But Jin is literally the hot topic. Hoseok and Nam Joon’s constant glancing and confused facial expressions throughout the day only indicates one thing: they know.

Before you can spiral, Jin scoots over and Nam Joon is sure not to miss this. “You okay?”

“Mhmm,” you answer him, rather unconvincing.

“Nervous?” he whispers slowly. “Relax. Can’t do shit with these two here.” Without much thought, Jin wipes a string of marshmallow and chocolate off from the corner of your lips. Your eyes fall to his lips before they catch Hoseok’s glare.. A look? It’s definitely worth making your heart stop.

You can’t believe it.

Even in the midst of others, Jin is too shameless.. And right. You are nervous. How could you not be when—

“___, truth or dare?” Hoseok asks, causing you and Jin to break away. He’s pointing his marshmallow stick at you with a mischievous grin on his face.

“All of the sudden?”

“Mhmm! I’m spontaneous. Like, ugh, I know! So super duper sexy of me.. Anyways, truth or dare?” he waves the stick around you once more, even more annoyingly than the first.

You huff, moving the stick away from your face. “There’s nothing for you to know and nothing for me to do.” You got him there. “But I’ll play, sure! As long as I’m not your first target.”

“But it’s my game,” Hoseok whines. “You are literally no fun.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone’s said that to me today,” you sigh, recalling Jin’s comment from earlier. “I think you should get in line.”

Chuckling at your passiveness, Nam Joon points his marshmallow stick at Hoseok and waves it around. “Listen to her,” he insists. “I don’t trust you either.. I’ll do it. I’ll ask first.”

“Sure!” Hoseok smiles, relieved his game gets to be played regardless. “Ask ____—”

“Hobi,” Nam Joon grins, “truth or dare?”

Hoseok huffs before groaning, “dare.”

“You sure?”

“Bruh, just tell me my dare!” Hoseok exclaims, more than ready to play. He sounds childish; too excited for his own good. “Ohhh, it better be good—”

“Skinny dip tomorrow morning. We all watch.. Yay!” Nam Joon laughs, making you and Jin do the same. Hoseok’s mouth hangs open. He gulps, shaking his head.

Tomorrow morning will truly be a good morning.

“Hilarious,” he claps his hands slowly before sticking his middle finger out. “Fuck you! I know you just want to see my hope monster—“

“Your hope what?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. “I’ll do it... Anyways… Let’s move on to.. Oh, I don’t know…” his eyes land on you. For a split moment, you feel yourself worried.

What the hell could he ask you?

Everything.

Yoongi, Jungkook, or Jin.

Fuck.

You’re so fucked—

“Jin!”

You feel relief.

“I’m not playing..” Jin sighs, leaning back. You get shivers down your back the moment you feel his fingers plucking at your bra straps. It’s lowkey, but definitely has potential of exposing you two.

“Truth or dare?” Hoseok sings, wiggling his eyebrows. After a moment of silence, Jin groans as he gives in. “Come on, Jin!”

“Dare,” Jin says easily. “If I choose truth, there’s nothing interesting for you to know about me so—”

“I dare you to join me skinny dipping tomorrow.”

“Sure,” Jin agrees, “but all dares go first.”

Hoseok glares at him, huffing as he slumps over. “Your turn,” Hoseok mumbles at Jin. Jin smirks, turning to you. You do your best to hide your nervousness. What the hell could he ask you? Now that you think of it, were you and Jin even close enough to fool around like this? For a guy who agreed to keep things on the low, he sure has been acting up today.

“___, truth or dare?” Jin asks you.

“... Truth—”

“Lame!” Hobi interrupts, waving his marshmallow stick at you again.

Nam Joon shakes his head, utterly disappointed. “God, let them play—”

“What are we playing?” Taehyung stumbles in between Hobi and Nam Joon. Jimin follows, and Jungkook, without hesitation, squeezes himself between you and Jin. He leans his body against yours, obviously feeling more relaxed. His weight against you makes you laugh.

“Lit already?” Nam Joon asks, observing them.

Jimin nods happily, “Jungkook can fucking smoke. 5 minutes in and this guy was halfway through.”

His statement doesn’t surprise anyone but it does make Jungkook feel a little uncomfortable. You can tell by the slight panic that grows in Jungkook’s eyes. You motion for him to sit next to you. Immediately, he does so.

Immediately, Jin hates the way Jungkook is cuddled up to you.

“You okay, Jungkook?” Jin asks.

“More than,” he replies, digging himself more into your embrace. “Anyways, go on..”

“Truth or dare. Jin asked ___ and she said truth before you stoners so rudely interrupted,” Hoseok explains to them. “I’m trying to get juicy shit and you guys just—”

“Peaches or oranges?” Jin peaks his head over Jungkook’s, eyes soft when they catch yours.

Your mouth drops.

“Peaches,” your lips curve into a shy smile.

Jimin gasps, eyes blood shot. “Jin! Don’t you like peaches?”

“Love them,” Jin replies.

Jungkook turns his head to ask Jin why the fuck he would ask such a stupid question and instead finds himself more confused than ever. Sure, he felt a little fuzzy from his blunt, but he swears he’s probably hallucinating when he notices Jin’s ears go rosy pink from your answer.

“Hobi, seriously.. I’m so tired. Why do you have so many games you want us to play?” Nam Joon cries, rubbing his eyes. He’s sunk into his camper chair and well on the brisk of death. “It’s almost 2AM. I want to sleep and you and Jin have to skinny dip tomorrow. I need to be awake for that shit!”

“Sleep in tomorrow! Let’s play hide and seek! It’s fun since it’s dark!” Hoseok has always been the life of the party. It’s almost insulting that everyone thinks it’s okay to sleep so early. A little offended, it only motivates him to do more.

“3 rounds, I’ll be it for the first one. Everyone can hide.. Mhmm, no partners? It’s spookier this way.. I’ll give you guys 5 minutes before I start to seek. Boarders… No one inside tents. The dock is okay. Washrooms are no… No cars too… I think that should be it.. Bring your phones in case!”

Everyone nods, following what he has to say.

“Wanna hide with me?” Jungkook giggles, pulling you to him, tugging you towards the woods. You resists and takes the opportunity to wrap himself around you. Sniffing your scent in, he can’t help but sneak in a kiss or two on the top of your head.

God, when he’s high, he is a lot more affectionate. You chuckle, unwrapping yourself from him.

“No partners, remember? Plus, I want to win. You’re terrible at hide and seek.”

Jungkook gasps, “will you ever let that go? We lost to my brother and his friends once and you will—”

“We were 9, Jungkook! We were more than capable of winning but you—”

“Okay, can’t hear you!” Jungkook covers his ears with his hands. He starts to back away from you and yells, “I need to hide and win! I’m gonna beat you!”

“Okay, go do that,” you laugh as he stumbles away. Then, when you realize that everyone has already begun to look for their hiding spots, you groan.

He was stalling you! That piece of shit.

All alone, you eye Hoseok typing away on his phone. Thinking he can’t see you, you might as well make your run for it.. But where? If Jungkook went into the woods, where did—

“___, get fucking going or else I’m going to call Yoongi and tell him you’re terrible at hide and seek.” Hoseok threatens.

“I’m amazing at hide and seek!” you cry, playing along. “Don’t be a liar!”

Oh fuck it.

To the docks you go.

“This is my hiding spot, get your own.”

His voice sends shivers down your spine.

“Jin?” you whisper.

Soon enough, you feel your arm being tugged. He then guides you to behind the a boat. You two lean against it, trying hard not to laugh.

“I feel like I’m 8 years old again, trying so hard not to pee my pants right now.” You can’t see it, but you know he’s smiling like a child. It makes your heart glow. You feel like he’s been going through so many moods today.. He must be tired now.

“Oh my god, do you have to pee?”

“No, but I want to come.”

“Jin!”

He laughs.

God, how you’ve missed hearing his laugh this close and personal. Your heart flutters at the thought of being the reason why he laughs so angelic right now.

“Finally have you alone,” he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. “What should we do?”

You gulp.

“Hobi is probably gonna find us any second now and—”

“I promised you the stars, ___.” Jin hums, tugging you towards him. You let him do so as your hands find their way to his hair.

It’s always been like this.

Moments of sexual tension finally being acted upon—it happens so fast.

His lips crash into yours, melting and syncing into the perfect kind of a sinking kiss. His lips have always been your favorite thing about him. So plump and full, so fucking perfect against yours. You gasp when you feel him slide his hand into your underwear. He runs his thumb against your fold and you squeal.

“Oh my god,” you giggle, “can’t you be a little more patient? I just wanna kiss.”

“No,” he groans. “Want you now.”

“Kiss me first,” you whine. “Kiss me only.”

He bites his lip, stunned and flattered at the desperation in your voice.

“Give me your panties,” he compromises.

“Deal.”

You pull away and strip. Taking your pants off, then your underwear, Jin can’t help but drool. You’re a sight—the prettiest he has ever seen. Once your underwear hits your ankles, you take them off and shove them to his chest. He takes them with a silly grin, watching your pull your leggings up again.

“Kiss,” you pout. “And no funny business.”

Jin shrugs, smiling down at you. “My hands are full anyway.” He crunches your panties in his hands, waving them to you. You laugh, pushing his hands away as you wrap yours around his neck. There, you place yourself in between his legs, platting kisses up his neck. He moans from your tender touch and can’t help but want to wrap his arms around you. Shoving your panties in his pants pocket, he places his hands on your waist.

“No funny business,” you smile into the kiss. “We made a deal.”

Fuck.

He loves it when you do that.

“Don’t you want to be fucked under the stars though?” Jin asks, fully curious.

You shrug. “Isn’t that too romantic?”

It is.

“It’s whatever,” Jin reassures you. “But if you want me to, I will.”

You blush, instantly bowing your head to his chest. You hide your smile. Shaking your head, you give yourself a moment to collect yourself. It would inflate his ego if he saw you this red.

“I do want you to,” you confess. “I want you to fuck me right now so bad. This is the prettiest night sky I’ve seen in so long.. It feels wasteful to not.. Do anything.”

“See,” Jin could see right through you. “Fuck kissing. You don’t need to act all innocent for me, bum.”

“I just don’t want to get caught!”

“Why not?” he asks, wanting to be amused. “We’re all adults here. Sex is sex.”

“Yeah? Is that what you’ll tell Jungkook when he sees you balls deep inside me?” you chuckle, fixing the strands of hair that stick to his forehead. He pushes your hands away, instantly upset at the mention of his name. Your smile drops, feeling a little uneasy already.

“Is he really all you care about?”

Your heart drops.

It’s not often that Jin makes comments about Jungkook.. But when he does, it usually does sound like this. Like petty competition and butthurt energy.. You wish it didn’t.

“No,” you tell him, “I care about other stuff too.”

“Like?”

You hum, gripping his collar and tugging him close.

“Wanna take a guess?” you laugh, pressing a kiss on his lips. He doesn’t kiss you back, but against him, you can feel a bulge that begs to differ. “Oh, I think you know.”

You lean in, kissing him again. When he kisses you back, you can’t help but smile into it like it’s the first time you two have ever kissed. Instantly, he can’t take it. He isn’t strong enough to control his need for you... And to think, all it took was smiling into the kiss to set him off.

“Shut up,” he hisses before he places his hands on your shoulders, shoving you down to your knees.

On your knees, you watch him pull his pants down. You know where this is going. Jin takes himself out and jerks himself off a few times. They’re sloppy, but he just wants this done here and now.

“Thought you were gonna fuck me under the stars?” you tease, taking his length into your hands. Stroking it, you place chant kisses on the tip.

“You wanted to kiss,” he groans. “You got that. Now it’s my turn. See? It’s a win-win.”

“You have my panties and now you’re getting your dick sucked. I only got a few kisses. This seems unfair,” you bat your eyelashes before you pretend to get up. Jin catches you in the act, cupping your face with his big hands.

“Give me this blow and I swear to god I will fucking get you the moon and stars myself.” Jin promises. He runs his thumbs across your bottom lip before pushing your lips open with it. You suck on it, letting him take it out with a small popping sound.

A string of saliva follows and all you do is smile cutely.

This is all Jin needs.

Before you know it, he guides your mouth to his length. Your mouth parts by his cock. You take him in like a true champion. He knows it too. Jin lets out a loud breathy moan as you begin to bob your head, sucking him like it’s all you’re good for. He doesn’t hold himself back as he grips the back of your head, taking a fist full of your hair, and takes over. Roughly, he moves your head to his liking. He pulls you off and lets you take a breath. After a moment, he shoves himself back into your pretty little mouth.

He thrusts himself into you. You choke a bit and it only pleases him more. You hands grip his waist, needing to do so for balance. You look up at him with teary eyes, thankful for such a time. He wipes away a fallen tear with his thumb before caressing your cheek that is full of him.

It goes on for a while. Your mouth gets tired and your knees feel like giving in after what feels like forever. Finally, his thrust stops mid way and his voice hitches when he says, “fuck, I’m close.”

Then, he spills himself into you. His cum overflows from your mouth, you gag. You swallow as much as you can, but a good amount of it drips onto your shirt.

You sigh as he helps you up, wiping your mouth.

“Here,” he takes off his hoodie and offers it to you. Thanking him, you take his hoodie and put it on. Jin puts on his pants and takes a deep breath. “Think we should head back? It’s been like 30 minutes and no one’s come to find us.”

“Sure,” you agree, brushing the sand off your knees. “I think we won.”

“I think we should’ve hid inside my car,” he comments. “Definitely would’ve fucked you there.”

“Idiot,” you face palm. “You act like we don’t fuck every week.”

“I’m keeping these, by the way.” Jin smirks, showing you your underwear before shoving it back into his pockets. “Thanks for the weekly peaches. These ones especially.. I’ll give you the moon and stars someday.”

“Just the moon is okay.”

“Just the moon it is.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“Hey, no one freaking found us!” you squeal, running to Jungkook and linking arms with him. Jungkook looks over you, noticing Jin trailing behind. When he sees Jin shoving his hands into his sweat pants pockets, he realizes how cold Jin looks. Then, Jungkook’s focus falls on you. As you tug on his arm, yapping away about how you’ve won, he can’t help but wonder why the fuck you have Jin’s hoodie on.

“I thought the game was no partners? Why were you with Jin?” Jungkook asks, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Why are you wearing his hoodie? That’s not my hoodie.”

“She was cold,” Jin chimes in. “You would have killed me if I let her freeze to death.”

He has a point.

“Wait,” you connect, “where’s Nam Joon? Taehyung—”

“Asleep. We finished the game like 20 minutes ago,” Hoseok explains. “We’re gonna continue it tomorrow night since they’re all too high or too sleepy to play. I found Nam Joon asleep by the washrooms and Jimin and Taehyung attempting to do cartwheels near the fire.”

Jin rolls his eyes, unsure if he should be amused or concerned for his two friends. Jungkook, who can’t seem to connect the dots, is still frustrated at how you didn’t want to hide with him but hid with Jin. You feel blissful. Even though you didn’t come tonight, you felt some sort of clarity between you and Jin.

“If the game finished ages ago, how come no one bothered to—”

“What do you mean?” Jimin giggles, poking his head into the conversation. “Hoseok found you guys first.”

“What—”

“Yeah!” Jimin says sluggishly, “and you know what? It’s a good thing he found you two first! Serves you two right for not playing fair.. Teaming up when we said no partners? Rude.”

Your eyes immediately go to Jin. God, everything inside you feels like you could lose it right now. Kind of like you’re walking on thin ice. Your eyebrows furrow at the sight of Jin when you realize he doesn't look worried at anxious at all. Instead, he looks content.

He looks relieved.

Your heart races. You send him a question look and he sends you one back. Jungkook doesn’t miss this exchange and neither does Hoseok.

“Liars,” Hoseok sighs, approaching Jin. He puts his arm around Jin’s shoulders, leans forwards and glares at you. “I fucking hate them.”

#jinkook x oc #jin x oc #jin smut #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #bts f2l #bts bf2l #jungkook bf2l #jin fwb

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