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Breaking Bonds | PJM | Chapter 1

Pair: Fae Jimin x Nymph reader

Summary: Stripped from your own birthright, you suffer at the hands of your people. But after all, you couldn’t blame them. Having enough, you left in the middle of the snowy days but things didn’t go as you planned. Jimin, pulled by an unspeakable force, ventures out into the blizzard to find a body face-first on the ground. Your love and connection is forbidden - looked down upon. But the both of you are willing to try. However, where there are dreams there are prices to pay. How will the both of you push through? Can the both of you do it?

Genre: Strangers to lovers, fantasy au, Jimin is the CROWN PRINCE (I mean-), angst, kidnapping, smut

WC: 2932

The history of the fae and nymphs - elements that used to live together harmoniously. Like the primary and secondary elements of life and magic, the love between faes and nymphs was sacred - so sacred that only royals had the right to arrange a marriage between their children.

But hundreds of centuries later, amongst the roots of enmity that were fueled by old grudges and misunderstandings, blew out of proportion and affected many citizens.

The dark history between them that started was marked by blood in the ledger books. The first is The Great Rift. The conflicts between faes and nymphs are often referred to in this phrase as the powerful fae kingdom taking lands that were traditionally inhabited by the nymphs. Territorial dispute ignited much hostility and opposition. This therefore caused the lack of resources. Both mystical beings relied on the same natural elements to thrive from the magical essence in their forests.

And within these battles of dominance grew something more than just territory but also magical supremacy. Each mystical being possesses its own unique and elemental powers. As the war grew to a larger scale, betrayals were not able to be prevented. A web of alliances and betrayals intermingle with the supernatural races while leading to mutual distrust.

The history was marred by not one, not two, but five different wars at different times. Both sides inflicted much suffering on the other. The wars led to untold loss with neither willing to yield. The main lasting repercussions come in, especially in the revised laws that were enacted to prevent any form of interaction or alliance between fae and nymph. Love between individuals of two races was seen as a dangerous threat to the stability of their respective societies.

The history was written in blood and the older generation of both races have a hard time letting go of their prejudices.

And here lies the snowstorm.

In the middle of the forest, where the snow blasts down like little chilling knives slicing through your skin and a good three feet of snow -

Your kind were the ice nymphs, once the royal family, now stripped of your title and an outcast amongst your kind. Where the fae folk thrived, you ventured - away from the place you once called home, now a barren room barely the size of a storage room. The scars of the Cold War between the nymphs still lingered, leaving the kingdom in the easy grip of the Lyrin fae.

You kind - the ice nymphs - were rare to come about, each one of your veins flows with the power of winter. In the lores, your kind was told to have a beauty that was like a fragile kind of enchantment, with hair as pale as frost, and skin as delicate as the first snowfall.

There were only a few times that you have looked in the mirror - countable with five fingers. After your family was stripped of their title, with you accordingly, life was never the same. Your people, with no place to go, lost trust and justice in you.

Desperation drove her journey as she yearned to escape the dark shadow of your people’s fall that hung over her head like a knife over the bed. Even with the ice in your veins, that winter night, when the biting frost finally embraced you and hunger gnawed at your core, your strength failed. You had pushed yourself as far as you could but as the sun dipped below the horizon, your body could no longer hold you up, giving in to your exhaustion and malnutrition.

Lying beneath the icy canopy, you were a fragile, half-dead being that is an easy hunt for food for predators living around the area. Your eyes swerved back, trying to calculate how far you might have to go back for shelter. But you didn’t know.

You had walked without a direction, lost in the depths of the Lyrin forest. Frostbites numbed your limbs and your brain was moving slower from the exhuation. But there it was, amidst the unforgiving cold and darkness, you sensed a presence stirring.

Your hazed hearing registered the crunch of footsteps in the snow as your blurry vision sent your brain to somebody standing next to you. Your eyes roll around until you have a clearer picture of who it is. A man with dark hair, brown eyes, and plush lips, dressed in regal attire with a crest of the fae kingdom. Lyrin was one of the biggest fae kingdoms and everybody knows their crests. After all, it was them who led the battles many years ago. It was them that inflicted the harm and loss on your people. It was them that had killed the ruling family back then.

Your family.

But he wasn’t the one who took the action. No, he was almost as old as you were and then, the both of you were barely kids.

Prince Jimin, they called him.

The golden sunlight.

The crown of Lyrin weighed heavily on his shoulders. He knew the crowning ceremony would be soon, and this winter, he wanted to let go and be just a man until he could no longer. Once he takes over the throne from his father, his duty to serve his country is solely on his shoulders. There was much to do and many things he would like to change, but even as king, these little ideas - as his father likes to call them - had to go through the council.

And Jimin knows that the old hags would never approve of it.

It went beyond the revised edition of the old laws.

To reconcile with the nymphs.

Jiminhad ventured into the forest today, going around with no direction, guided purely by an inexplicable force. The kingdom, although a realm of enchantment, was deeply tainted by the darkness of its past. If all was silent enough, one could still hear the shrieks and cries of the souls. The darkness had bred a strong sense of hatred and fear between faes and nymphs. Their mating was now an old tale of forbidden love - a story buried deep in history.

As he ventured further into the woods, he stumbled upon the nymph, your frail form half-buried in the snow. Your beauty, even in your weak state, took the breath right out of his lungs. He recognized you as a nymph with your small frame and pale, white hair. But it wasn’t completely white. It shone like the silvers of the moonlight when light reflected off it.

But it was when he moved to pick you up that he saw your family’s sigil, now faded from royal to common, that told him - you were no ordinary nymph. As his arms went under the ice, you stirred slightly at the movement. As you opened her eyes, he was completely taken aback by the sheer blue shade of your pupils.

Even with one foot into the Underworld, you looked ethereal to him. Jimin was snapped out of his daze when your frostbitten lips whispered a plea for help. In that moment, all history and hatred were forgotten. With fae swiftness, he scooped your fragile state - lighter than air - into his arms and covered you with his coat.

Determined to save her, he summoned a warm breeze that melted the frost from your body and sealed you in a cocoon of warmth. Jimin only dared to start running faster to his horse when colour slowly came back to your lips. Ensuring that you were safely tucked in his arms, Jimin ran back to the castle, fighting against death who wanted to take the girl in his arms.

As days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. The little nymph’s life continued to hang in the balance and Jimin was a mess. He made every doctor attend to you, pacing around the bedroom day and night. He had caused an uproar in the kingdom when they found out that their crown prince had brought back a nymph - even more than this one that was from the late royal family - and was nursing her back to health.

His father had threatened to strip him of his title if he did not abandon you. But he could not do it. So it started the feud between father and son, neither backing down. Jimin understood that his late grandfather and his father had a feud among the nymphs, had been the ones who executed them and had been the ones to fight at the front lines. They were the ones who brought Lyrin to what it is today - expanded. But as Jimin studied the history of both parties, he felt a certain connection to the nymphs.

He did not want to be a ruler where their mystical counterparts would be afraid of them. He did not want to be a ruler like his father - ruling by fear from an iron fist.

While doctors attended to you, Jimin watched them with sharp eyes, ensuring that none of the doctors would slip anything into your bloodstream. When nothing helped and your state was only getting worse, Jimin grew more and more anxious. He had sifted through books and hunted down the Old Scripts.

He learned that your name was L/N Y/N, the youngest of the last ruling family. Your father had been killed in the war, your mother led you and your siblings to safety but soon after passed due to the broken mate bond. Your siblings were either caught by his father’s cavalry or died of starvation, leaving only you. Your records were still in the kingdom, seemingly down till two days before he met you. That means that you were active in your own kingdom, at your people’s mercy until you left.

He looked back at where you lay still on the bed.

And if he didn’t find you, you would have probably been dead by now.

You woke up to the warmth and luxury of a place you had only dreamed of. Your body was still weak and you didn’t know what happened after passing out. Slowly rising to consciousness, you found yourself in a room of blue and white, drapes swinging in the wind. But you registered that the windows weren’t open and the room was cold like… ice?

Winter may be the season but no room was made to stay cold unless the elements of the magicians’ are meant to stay cold.

Like you.

You curled your fingertips, feeling the soft, silky sheets beneath them. Trying to view the room from your current position - lying flat on the bed with a head that feels as heavy as bricks - you were taken aback by the sheer language it screams.

Royalty.

From the materials beneath your body to the furniture displayed, the decorations and architecture of the room, they were all beyond your imagination. You had not stepped into such a room since the battle. As you looked around, you realised the room was not originally made to stay cold. The fireplace seemed to be covered in a layer of dust but the decorations on them were clean.

And although you knew that this was not your room, the calming temperature felt just like home. But you had not been in a room like this for a very long time. Distantly, you heard the opening and closing of a door. Your eyes immediately shot in the direction of the sound just to find a man already standing beside the bed.

You were immediately broken out of your thoughts when you realised who it was and where exactly you were. You did not need to open the windows to know - you were on enemy territory. The rulers who killed your family. The rulers who brought demise onto your people.

But looking at the man, clad in a loose tunic and pants, dark brown hair ruffled in all directions, you couldn’t find yourself to hate him. Even as you knew that he shared the purest blood with the murderer, you knew that he… was just like you.

A family’s misdoings do not mean a child’s downfall.

One’s choice does not equal the choice of another.

You sink deeper into the sheets, holding in your sigh as you close your eyes.

“Oh!” Your eyes shot open to see the man right in front of you. “Oh, you’re awake! Oh, finally! Wait - wait - let me call the physicians!”

Your brain couldn’t register his words fast enough before you saw his body move so fast it was just a blurry shade running down the stairs. Or maybe it was just your vision that was a little crusty. Rubbing your eyes as you yawned, you got up from the bed. You wouldn’t like to overstay your stay, especially not in a place where your head was on a bounty.

You had left your kingdom only to be stuck in another.

Sighing, you looked down to your feet -

Your arms shot to cover your already clothed body. Wait, wait, wait -

Your hands patted yourself down. You -

You were changed.

Your plan to secretly escape was a fail the moment your ears picked up the sound of multiple heavy footsteps coming towards the room. The large doors were banged open, revealing a line of physicians behind the prince.

“There! There! I told you, she is awake!”

Squinting at the all-to-cheerful sound that the prince makes, the palm of your hands pressed against your ears.

“Careful, Prince. The Lady just woke up, her senses will be sensitive. You must lower your volume, Prince.”

Sheepish eyes shot at you, a guilty smile lifting the corners of his lips. The physicians fussed you back to bed and ran a thorough check of you, reporting back to the prince whenever they found something. Whether it was something healing or something that needs healing. Over the next few weeks, you realise how persistent and petty the prince can get.

He would refuse you bites of food if you were to call him by his royal title. He would refuse to help you up from bed, just standing at the corner of the bedpost when you need the restroom, always claiming, “If you aren’t going to help yourself, you don’t get to do your business.”

But you also realise how much he has gone through. As the only child, he was meant to take the throne a couple of weeks before he found you. But he had caused a huge uprising and a big fight with his father. When you were sneaking out one of the nights, Jimin found you during his nightly duties of patrol and whisked you back to the room.

Although you had left with the intention of Jimin’s life getting back to normal, he has increased your security so that you won’t have much of a chance to run away again.

Keyword: much.

You still had your chances and when that came, you took it. You had everything packed and ready, but this time, you left with a note at the bedside table, paired together with a magic-infused healing charm for the man.

Safe to say, it was a bad idea.

You knew it was the moment you penned down your goodbyes and gave him the charm. But you didn’t have much on you to give him for thanks other than the occasional swirls of magic in his office.

Yes, it was a horrible idea - of course it was! You were caught - again.

This time, Jimin didn’t just leave you back in the room. He was silent the whole time after he found you. The ride back, up the stairs, and even after the both of you entered the room. You saw the note on the bed.

Jimin’s back was to you.

“Why - Why would you think that?”

You were taken aback by the tears that streamed down his plum cheeks that you had teasingly squished the past few weeks. Looking down at the note, you felt a pang of… sorrow.

A sorrow that wasn’t yours. It shouldn’t be. “Because it is against the laws.”

“I do not care what the laws claim!”

“I am nobody, Prince. You have a duty to serve your kingdom and its people. I am a princess, stripped of my title, belonging to the very kingdom your father and his father killed through. The very princess that they couldn’t care less before killing off my father on the battlefield.” He couldn’t be yours. He was a prince, deserving of one better than a bond that was looked down upon.

“My ancestors can go suck their dicks.”

You pulled a face at the crude language. You knew that he would be insisting - you found out that much about him - and you prepared yourself for a situation like this. But your resolve was already crumbling.

“Prince -”

“Stop, stop! I am yours! Please - I beg of you - stop calling me by my title.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “You are more than your titles. But you are also the light of your people. The only heir to the throne and you will not shove it away just because we are bonded. I refuse.”

“I will lay the world down on your feet for you, please. Do not leave me.” His cries hurt you more than knives and ropes splitting your skin raw.

“My world is not one you can provide.”

My world is you.

But you wouldn’t dare say that as you turned your back to him and walked out of the castle, following your original plan in mind.

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lonestardust · 2 years

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FOXTV via IG stories | October 18 2022

#THE TARLOFT!!!!!!#the mini kitchen tour stoppppp #i can't believe taking a proper gander at the some utensils and food on a counter would turns me soft from the inside sjsks #YES TO KITCHEN CONTENT #a kitchen in a strand reyes household is where love is — FOOD IS THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE #man i love the tarloft set so much. its my fave place where all my fave stuff happens #911 lone star #tk strand #ronen rubinstein #carlos reyes #tarlos #tarloft #rafael silva #911 ls #911 ls bts

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goldennika · 4 months

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watching seventeen in the soop for the first time and getting biaswrecked by mingyu building and cooking in a brick oven 😔

#the way jin and yoongi had my heart in bts in the soop for the same reasons #it's the ✨competency✨ for me #just a girl with acts of service as her love language trying not to swoon and failing miserably #and the food looked so good too!!#jun bringing his entire hot pot set for svt makes my heart so 🥹#mingyu #jun #seventeen in the soop #seventeen

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sinnerista · 2 months

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As an italian imo the craziest thing of having jannik ruling the tennis world rn is that I see people on sm from everywhere in the world trying to learn italian to understand janniks italian interviews and it’s so endearing to me cuz all of a sudden English natives are going through the agonising process of not understanding shit of what’s being said and having to step up their game to be included in the conversation. And that’s the beauty of sport too. Sometimes you win sometimes you lose. Now Italy is surprisingly winning and in such a delicate and respectful way even I struggle to believe it’s true. All thanks to this golden boy 🥹 🧡

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bloody-bee-tea · 7 months

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BeeTober 2023 Day 15 - Hibiscus

“Yo, Satoru, come on, let’s go!” Suguru calls out to him but Satoru waves him off, concentrating on the bush in front of him. “I’m going to leave you behind if you don’t get your ass going!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Satoru distractedly gives back, damn well knowing that Suguru will do no such thing.

He squatted down when he saw a little pink bud peek out from the green leaves and it didn’t take long to find a fully bloomed flower. Satoru is certain he knows this flower but the knowledge escapes him for the moment and it bugs him.

“What, you wanna stay behind with all that carnage around you?” Suguru asks, his voice getting louder by the second so clearly he must be coming back for Satoru.

Satoru allows himself a quick grin, because he just knew that Suguru wouldn’t leave without him.

“You know this flower?” Satoru asks and points at the bush and he decidedly doesn’t shudder when Suguru leans over his shoulder to get a better look at it.

“Nope. Is this one of your weird obsession things?” he wants to know and Satoru taps his chin in thought.

It might be, actually. He gets obsessed with the strangest things, reading everything he can get his hands on in the span of a day and then he moves on. He did have a flower phase a few weeks back, so maybe this is where he recognises this one from?

Satoru tilts his head left and right in thought and flinches when Suguru flicks his temple.

“Careful,” he quietly says and it’s only then that Satoru realizes that Suguru is still leaning over him and he nearly smacked their heads together.

He very much tries not to think about how close Suguru is, and when a spark of recognition finally goes off in his head it’s really not that hard.

“Oh, I remember now!” he exclaims and doesn’t hesitate to pick one of the fully bloomed flowers. “It’s a hibiscus!”

“And what does that mean?” Suguru asks, rolling his eyes at Satoru’s excitement over a flower and all kinds of information flood back into Satoru’s brain, though he gets stuck on a very specific thing.

He read something about flower language at one point, and a pink hibiscus represents friendship if he remembers correctly. And isn’t that very fitting, Satoru wistfully thinks before he takes the flower and turns towards Suguru.

“Come here,” he demands, not even waiting for Suguru’s answer before he leans in close to tuck the flower behind Suguru’s ear.

It has an innocent meaning and it’s not as if Suguru is going to know what it means anyway, so Satoru almost doesn’t feel bad about it at all, even though it also can stand for all different kinds of love.

“What are you doing?” Suguru asks belatedly, his hand rising to gently touch the flower now adorning his hair and Satoru tries to not let it get to his head when he doesn’t immediately pull it out.

“Making your ugly mug prettier,” Satoru rushes out before he springs up and out of reach of Suguru’s shove, laughing loudly because Suguru’s reaction was so very predictable.

“Should have kept the flower for yourself then,” Suguru shoots back but Satoru notes that he still doesn’t take the flower out of his hair.

“Nah, pink doesn’t suit me.” Satoru shrugs and wonders if he’ll be brave enough to tuck a red flower behind Suguru’s ear should they ever come across that.

Probably not, if he’s being honest because what if Suguru does somehow know about flower language?

“You’re a menace,” Suguru sighs out and pushes slightly against Satoru’s shoulder. “Let’s go home, yeah? I’m beat.”

“Yeah,” Satoru easily agrees as he looks around them. There are no curses left because Suguru absorbed them all, but there’s damage all around and even some fluids covering the ground; Satoru decides not to think too much on it. Someone else will handle the clean-up anyway.

“You hurt?” Suguru asks as they make their way back to Jujutsu High and Satoru snorts.

“Hilarious,” he drily gives back because it’s not as if anything can really touch him with his Limitless active at all times.

Well, except Suguru.

“Are you?” he then asks because he remembers how Suguru was thrown into a tree earlier but Suguru snorts out the same unamused huff Satoru had earlier.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

His voice suggests he’s annoyed with Satoru but they’ve known each other for long enough now that Satoru can spot how pleased Suguru is by Satoru’s question. It’s in the way the corner of his eyes soften, Satoru thinks, though he can’t pinpoint it exactly.

“What are you looking at?” Suguru asks after a moment and Satoru does not flinch at his question.

“You, pretty boy,” he says with a shit-eating grin and laughs out loud when Suguru reaches out to knock his knuckles against his head.

“Shut up,” Suguru grumbles, though there is no real heat behind it and still, he doesn’t take the flower out.

Satoru tries to not read too much into that and fails spectacularly.

~*~*~

The next time they are out on a mission they come across more hibiscus because of course they do. It wouldn’t be Satoru’s luck if they didn’t.

The flowers are yellow and red this time and Satoru imagines tucking the red one behind Suguru’s ear. Just the thought makes him flustered but somehow it doesn’t feel right.

He knows he’s kind of obvious about his feelings—Shoko has told him multiple times just how fucking obvious he is—and picking the red one would feel cheap. He knows he’s in love with Suguru. Suguru probably knows it too and is just too polite to mention it, just so he can spare Satoru’s feelings. Shoko definitely knows he’s in love with Suguru and the look she gave him when Suguru came back with the pink flower still safely in his hair—she’ll probably kill him if he puts the red one there and doesn’t even tell Suguru.

That leaves the yellow flower though and Satoru remembers its meaning just as well as the one for the red one; red means love and passion obviously, but the yellow one is associated with happiness, sunshine and good luck.

And all of that is not wrong, Satoru realises. He is happy when he sees Suguru and it does feel like his day lights up when Suguru is there and every day he gets to spend besides Suguru is a lucky one.

Satoru fights the blush that wants to creep up on his cheeks just from thinking all of that but he still determinedly leans down to pick a yellow hibiscus.

“Hey, Suguru,” he calls out and jogs up to him, catching him just as unaware with the flower as the first time.

It’s tucked into his hair before Suguru can even fully turn around.

“Whatever it is, it’s not going to hold with my hair like this,” Suguru sighs out and Satoru blinks when he realises that Suguru has his hair down at the moment.

“Oh, right,” he mutters out, because he does remember the moment his hair tie broke during the fight.

“Right,” Suguru repeats and he sounds about as unhappy as he looks.

He hates having his hair open like that when they are out, and especially during fights. Not that he’d ever verbally say that but Satoru knows him well enough to know that.

“Wait,” Satoru rushes out and starts patting his pants down.

He’s pretty sure he shoved a spare hair tie into his pocket before they left for the mission—or maybe he didn’t take the last one out?—so there should definitely be one there.

“What are you doing?” Suguru warily asks as he eyes the crazy dance Satoru makes.

“Just—I know it should be—aha,” he triumphantly yells and presents the hair tie to Suguru. “There you go.”

Suguru blinks at him.

“You carry a hair tie with you,” he states, his voice horribly flat and Satoru frowns.

“Yes?”

“You don’t need one.” Still, that same flat tone.

“But you do?” Satoru gives back and pushes the hair tie into Suguru’s hand. “I know how you hate not having your hair tied back, so here.”

“You carry a spare hair tie for me around,” Suguru whispers, his fingers slowly curling around the object in question.

“Should I not?” Satoru asks even as he feels himself go hot.

Maybe this is not something a friend would do, he desperately thinks. Maybe he overstepped somehow.

“No, this is—fine,” Suguru says, and it sounds like it’s not fine at all. Still, he finally moves to put his hair back into its usual tight bun and in the process the flower falls down to the ground.

“Hey, careful,” Satoru complaints, as if there are not ten more blooming flowers right next to them and he bends down to pick it up. “You done yet, so I can put it back?” he wants to know but he freezes when he spots Suguru’s face.

He can’t quite pin the emotion on there, but he knows that it’s not a happy one.

“Is that—” Suguru starts to say but then cuts himself off.

“A hibiscus?” Satoru carefully ventures. “Just like the last one, yes.”

“Right,” Suguru mutters, his eyes on the flowers next to the path they are on. “Why yellow?” he then asks, his shoulders suddenly straightened up and Suguru only ever looks like that right before a fight.

“You—don’t like that colour?” Satoru carefully asks because something here is wrong and he doesn’t think his usual cheer is going to help. Suguru seems ready to snap at him as it is, and contrary to popular believe Satoru doesn’t like being snapped at.

Especially not by Suguru.

“No, it’s—fine,” Suguru sighs out and angles his head in a way that allows Satoru to put the flower into his hair again.

It sits much more secure now that his hair is tied up again and Satoru smiles when he thinks about how Suguru will probably walk around with it until it’s time for bed.

“There you go,” Satoru says once he’s done and he can’t actually stand the soft smile on Suguru’s face.

“Thank you.”

“Whatever,” Satoru waves him off, hoping that it doesn’t show just how flustered he is.

There’s a glint in Suguru’s eyes that tells him his hope is misplaced, though.

“You ready to go home yet?” he asks to distract both of them and Suguru smirks at him.

“You keep stalling us, so you tell me,” he gives back and just like that, things are back to normal.

“I want cake,” Satoru decides on a whim, because this mission—and the situation just now—left him starving.

“You always want cake,” Suguru gives back and Satoru can’t even say anything to that because it’s true.

“You up for it?”

“I mean, I guess,” Suguru says and briefly sticks his tongue out at Satoru.

Satoru remembers that he swallowed more curses than he usually does during a mission, so the taste must be especially bad and some cake would probably help with that.

“Let’s go then!”

Satoru starts to walk, trusting that Suguru will follow right behind him, but he doesn’t hear the tell-tale sound of his steps next to him.

“Suguru?” he asks and just as he’s turning to look for him, something is being put in his hair.

“It’s only fair,” Suguru whispers, much too close to Satoru’s ear and Satoru jerks back as if he had been burned.

“What are you doing?” he wheezes out, his heart beating almost out of his chest.

“Returning the favour,” Suguru simply says with a shrug and Satoru nearly ruins his eyes, trying to spot what Suguru put into his hair.

“Stop that, you’ll give yourself a headache,” Suguru chides him. “It’s a hibiscus. It’s not fair that I’m always the only one running around with a flower in my hair, after all.”

“Oh,” Satoru breathes out. He hesitates for a moment before he asks “What colour?”

“Red,” Suguru easily replies as if it doesn’t make Satoru’s knees go weak. “Why? Does it mean something special?”

There’s a certain glint in his eyes, one that tells Satoru that Suguru is hurt and it only serves to confuse him.

“I—why are you upset?”

“I don’t know, why am I?” Suguru snaps back. His gaze shifts to the flower in Satoru’s hair and there’s something wistful on his face. “It’s not as if it means anything, right?” he then whispers, barely audible and Satoru goes cold with sudden understanding.

Suguru knows exactly what it means. He probably read up on flower language right after the pink flower and he damn well knows exactly what the red one means.

He clearly doesn’t know what yellow means though.

“Yellow means happiness,” Satoru blurts out and a distant part of himself wonders if he’s going to confess right here, in the middle of a street, both of them wearing flowers. The answer is a resounding yes when Suguru’s eyes go wide. “It means you’re my happiness. It also means sunshine, and it’s fitting with how your mere presence lights up my day. And every day I get to see you is a lucky day, so good luck also fits.”

Suguru blinks at him a few times before he hides his face behind his hands.

“When did you get so goddamn cheesy?” he wants to know, and it would sting, if Satoru didn’t spot his red ears.

“Since when do you get flustered so easily?” Satoru shoots back and Suguru glares at him from between his fingers.

“Why didn’t you pick the red one?” he asks instead of answering Satoru’s question and Satoru laughs.

“Because according to Shoko that one is way too obvious.”

“To her, maybe,” Suguru grumbles under his breath but Satoru hears it, because he always listens to Suguru and he doesn’t hesitate to lean down and pick a red flower.

“Come here, then,” he easily says, suddenly not at all nervous anymore, not with his own red flower already securely in his hair.

Suguru pouts at him for a moment but then offers him the side that is as of yet without a flower. Not that it stays that for long and Satoru has to admit that the red one suits him way better.

“You should have chosen that one from the start, yellow is way too obscure,” Suguru complaints even as he carefully touches the tips of his fingers to the flower.

“I’m not as brave as you,” Satoru immediately says and touches his own flower. “Never have been.”

“No, you’re just reckless,” Suguru agrees without hesitation and Satoru gasps.

“And you’re rude,” he shoots back, falling into step next to Suguru when he starts walking.

Their banter is the same as always, comfortable and familiar, but the way their fingers tangle together, that is new and exciting.

Satoru can’t wait for that to become comfortable and familiar as well and he threads their fingers together more firmly at that thought. He spots a small smile on Suguru’s face at that and Satoru can’t help his own smile.

Though Suguru’s certainly is prettier, especially with the two flowers adorning his head and Satoru thinks everything is just as it’s supposed to be.

#bt writes #beetober23 #jjk #satosugu #stsg #geto suguru #gojo satoru #flower language #love confessions #getting together #fluff

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❄️Snowed In❄️

❄️ pairing: non-idol! neighbor jungkook x ofc

❄️ genre/au: angst, smut, annoying neighbor au

❄️ rating: M

❄️ wordcount: 10694

❄️ summary - Gabriella has always worked hard, rigorously devoting herself to studying, building her own company from the ground up, and finally building the first house of many on a private, wooded cul-de-sac. She was comfortable with the neighbors she’d grown relationships with over the last few years, life was still, peaceful, as she’d always dreamt it would be – that is, until he moved in next door. What happens when two annoying neighbors end up trapped together with nowhere to run?

⚠︎ chapter warnings: profanity, graphic seggsual content, alcohol consumption, drunk seggs, ONS, possible regret

S/N: This story was written as part of the A Love Like War Writing Event hosted by Sammi of @bangtanwritershq

I'd like to give a special thanks to @downbad4yoongi for lending me her beta skills and helping me to perfect this story!!! A very special thanks to @bangtanwritershq fellow execs for being my rock and keeping me motivated through all of my trying times!! Yall the real G.O.A.T.'s!!!!!

“Why the silent treatment for over a week? I thought–” Gabriella is abruptly cut off.

“You thought what? We had something special?” The sarcasm rolls easily off of his tongue. “It was nice…no, it was fucking great, but it really doesn’t change anything, does it? You’d been at my throat constantly, one night of passion doesn’t change much.”

“Jungkook, we cleared the air, agreed to let bygones be bygones…are you saying we didn’t?” Irritation radiates in her tone, but Gabriella remains as calm as reasonably possible.

“We were drinking, we were basically trapped together, things happened, but when I woke up the next morning…” Jungkook sighs deeply, “I mean, what do you want me to say? Should we just call it a mistake?.”

“A mistake? Transposing numbers in your address, that’s a mistake. Forgetting to add an ingredient to a recipe, that’s a mistake. Fucking someone the way you fucked me?! That’s not a mistake!”

“Was it that good?” Jungkook teases.

“Was it…Fuck you, Kook! Fuck you! Is everything a damn joke to you? I thought you were different, but I guess I was wrong!” Anger flows through her blood.

“I don’t understand why you’re getting mad! Did we decide that we’re now obligated to speak to each other because we fucked? No! You’ve been rude to me since I moved in, but now you think we’re besties? It happened, it was phenomenal, but I don’t get why you’re so angry.” Jungkooks usual bright doe eyes become dim.

“I’m mad because…” She’s unable to find the words, unable to express how she really feels deep inside, not anger but hurt. “I opened my doors to you, even though you annoyed the shit out of me, I opened myself to you and now I feel trampled on.”

He sees the tears welling in her eyes, moving his gaze from her to the quiet street, “I’m sorry,” He replies as he stands and walks toward the door, “but that wasn't my intention.”

“Then what was your intention?” Her voice breaks, the emotions building within her on the brink of eruption.

With his back turned to her, hand on the storm door handle, he mumbles nearly incoherently, “I don’t know.” He walks into the house, closing the door in her face.

“MOTHERFUCKER!!!!”

The bright sun slowly creeps above the large trees surrounding the eastern end of the cul-de-sac. The sound of birds chirping, insects chittering, wind blowing through the leaves of the thick forest create a peaceful ambience – which is abruptly interrupted by the sound of a large vehicle.

Gabriella peers through her large picture window, watching the large moving truck travel down the road and into the driveway of the recently sold home next door. She was sad to see her long-time neighbors and friends leave – but she’s now more interested in who’s moving into their home.

She watches closely as three men exit the front of the moving truck, “When’s the new owner gonna arrive?” She mumbles to herself while admiring the driver.

The men are wearing coveralls, but the driver has the top half down and the arms tied around his snatched waist. He bears a form fitting gray tank top, his chest nearly bursting through the ribbed material, his biceps bulge as he opens the back of the moving van, but the sleeve of tattoos decorating his arm is what catches her eye.

Sipping coffee from her steaming mug, she enjoys the view, as the three men haul furniture and boxes into the once empty home. Dawn becomes high noon, Gabriella finishes a virtual meeting with an overseas client and returns to her chaise lounge nestled in front of her large picture window.

The men appear to be on a lunch break, sitting in the driveway against the garage door, shielding themselves from the sun. Her eyes naturally drawn back to Mr. Tattoo, his hair becoming wavy from his sweat. The cool, mid-March air contrasts with the heat from his body, made apparent by the steam rising from his head. After gulping down the rest of his water, the three men get back to work moving more items from the large truck.

High noon fades as dusk begins to creep in and the men finally carry the last few boxes into the home. Before sitting down to eat dinner, she makes her way to the living room window to draw the curtains closed and that’s when she notices something interesting – only two men leave in the moving van and the tattooed man stands in the driveway waving goodbye.

That’s odd she thinks to herself before walking back to the table to enjoy her meal in peaceful solitude. As she eats she comes to the decision that, per her usual neighborly welcoming duties, she’ll whip up a ready-baked casserole in the morning and bring it to the home as a kind gesture – and to determine if the moving man is still in the home.

Before the sun rises, Gabriella’s in the kitchen putting together her neighborhood block party favorite, no peek chicken, along with instructions on how to cook it. She scours her closet for an outfit, opting for her favorite pinstripe navy slim ankle trousers, white tank top, cropped navy cashmere sweater and a pair of navy block heels. She pins half of her hair up in a neat messy bun and curls the bottom half into loose spirals. She quickly applies the basic makeup – powder, eyeliner, lipstick and lightly dusts her cheekbones with blush. Before heading over she grabs her Versace Bright Crystal perfume, bursting two pumps in the air and walking through to apply it as sparingly as possible.

She grabs the casserole dish from the refrigerator and walks to the window to peek through her curtains, which to her surprise, there’s still not a vehicle in the driveway. Rather than assume things, she opts to believe the new homeowner parked their vehicle in the garage.

She walks out the front door and makes her way to the neighbors house, the butterflies in her stomach dissipate as she approaches the front porch. Before she’s able to knock, the door swings open, revealing a man stretching on the other side of the glass storm door wearing nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

She attempts to set her eyes on anything other than him, however, the familiar tattooed arm captures her attention. Her gaze trails down his arm extended above his head to his perfectly sculpted torso. Just as she’s giving in to the temptation to continue down to the waistband emblazoned with the familiar CK logo, the man clears his throat, averting her attention to his face.

“Can I help you?” He asks running his fingers through his chin length, wavy hair to pull it away from his face.

The brisk air doesn’t stop the sweat from beading above her lip, her knees begin to feel weak and she can’t find the words.

“I’m…Umm, I’m your neighbor, Gabriella. I live next door and wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. I would’ve stopped by yesterday, but I wasn’t sure if you lived here. Do you live here? Of course you do! What a dumb question! You just opened the door, in your underwear, so this has to be your home. Anyway, I made a ready-bake no peek chicken casserole for you. I wrote the instructions for it, I just figured it would be easier to just throw this in the oven rather than go grocery shopping the day after you move in and I’m so sorry, I’m just rambling away, what’s your name?” She laughs nervously, deep down inside she wants to quickly set down the Pyrex dish and sprint back to her house.

He opens the door, giving her a clearer view of him, “Jungkook, my name’s Jungkook. Nice to meet you, Ella. It’s okay if I call you Ella, right?” She smiles and nods her head. “Thank you for the food. I planned on ordering delivery, but I can tell this’ll taste much better.” He reaches for the dish and shoots her a smile that nearly melts her – a sharp jaw and manly dimples, pearly white teeth, always the first features she notices about a man and he has them. He stares at her with his large doe eyes, still holding the door open, shivering and his teeth chattering.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! It’s cold and I’m holding you up! You’re welcome, and again, welcome to the neighborhood! I look forward to getting to know you!” Without waiting for a response, she quickly turns and leaves his porch making a hasty retreat back to her house.

Once she’s back inside her warm home, warm blood tints her cheeks and she cups her face in her hands. She’s well aware that it’s not from the warmth of the heat flowing through the house, it’s a feeling she hasn’t enjoyed in quite a while – desire.

She can picture his tattooed arm wrapping around her body, pulling her to him as he gazes into her eyes and kisses her aggressively. The way his muscular body would feel on top of hers, skin to skin, as he ravages her sense of reality with his manhood.

Letting out a deep sigh, she laughs to herself, because she knows very well that she has no time to get involved with anyone. Running her company occupies more of her time than she prefers, yet the long-term benefits outweigh a lack of social life. On the other hand, a couple of hours on a night or two getting hot and heavy with her new hot neighbor would be a convenient opportunity to satisfy her needs.

She pushes the thought to the back of her mind, keeping it there for future reference, if the opportunity happens to arise. Gabriella changes into something a little more comfortable, trading the ankle trousers for satin wide-leg pajama bottoms, hanging the cropped sweater back in her closet, and replacing her heels with her favorite pair of Pink slippers.

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After a long day of cleaning, she retreats to her backyard oasis, kindling a small fire in the stone pit and pouring a glass of wine. The wind whispering through the trees in the forest, owls hooting to one another, insects buzzing in the distance are what compose a relaxing atmosphere for her. She can escape the hustle and bustle of a lengthy commute, overlapping chatter at a restaurant and the constant ringing and dinging of her phone when she withdraws to her sanctuary.

She rests her head back against the patterned cushion of the patio furniture and closes her eyes, taking in the melodic singing of nature – until her serenity is interrupted by the loudest bass drop she’s heard outside of a concert.

“What the fuck is that?” She grumbles to herself. Following the sound, she’s led to the side of her yard where Jungkook just moved in. As she nears the fence, she can hear people laughing and talking louder than necessary.

Although it’s rather irritating to have her quiet night interrupted by his party, she decides to not piss and moan, he did just move in and she understands he’s deserving of a housewarming party. Walking back toward the patio, she grabs her wine and heads inside.

“He could’ve invited me.” She pouts on her way into her room. Rather than dwell on the fact that he completely disregarded her kind gesture and left her out, she plays her favorite sleeping playlist and quickly falls into a deep slumber.

Gabriella’s business has been extremely busy, so she’s had to bring boatloads of work home, however finishing her tasks the last few weeks has not been easy thanks to her gradual irritation with her new annoying neighbor, Jungkook.

Every weekend since he’s moved in he’s thrown a huge party, ten to fifteen cars parked around the cul-de-sac every Friday or Saturday, music blasting until just before dawn. This morning was almost the final straw for her when she found a drunken party-goer peeing in between their houses, luckily for the idiot and Jungkook, he came outside and scolded the man for being a pig.

Nevertheless, her patience was wearing thin, but she figures she can give it the old college try and invite him to her holiday barbecue she’s having next weekend. While she assumes he’s still sleeping, she walks over to leave the invite at his front door.

Carefully opening the storm door, she drops the invite in and gently shuts it and attempts to make a quick retreat. Her escape is unexpectedly spoiled by a familiar voice.

“What’s this?” His hoarse voice barely heard through the storm door.

“It’s an invite, I’m having a barbecue next weekend and figured I should extend an invitation to my new neighbor. Just a friendly gesture from me to you.” Her smug tone isn’t as subtle as she thinks it is.

“Oh, thanks. I’ll try to make it, but I don’t usually plan my weekend in advance, I’m more of a go with the flow type of person.”

She can’t help but find her disdain for this man dissipating as she once again ogles over his half naked body. Unlike the first time they met, he’s wearing sweatpants and it’s evident he has nothing on underneath them. Hanging on his hips, her eyes trail from the waistband to the hanging strings, noticing what appears to be the outline of his generously sized member.

Biting her bottom lip, she lets out a sigh, “Well, I hope you can make it. Spring is the perfect time to enjoy the outdoors around here, our summers are short, hot and humid, so it’s difficult to enjoy the outside during those months…think about it and let me know what you like to drink, that is, if you decide to come.”

“Of course…and I want to apologize about the parties. If you ever have a problem, feel free to come over and let me know.” He shoots her that smile and she melts.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all.” She lies through her teeth and smiles, nodding her head before walking away.

Back at home, she can’t help but laugh at herself, “What the fuck is wrong with you ‘Oh, it’s no problem at all’ my ass!!! If that man wasn’t so damn attractive I’d give him a piece of my mind!”

Once again, rather than dwell on her obvious desperation to get laid, she gets busy focusing on the last few documents she has to prepare for her meeting with the board of directors Monday morning.

Before the afternoon begins to fade into dusk, Gabriella finishes completing her preparations for Monday morning and settles in her backyard oasis once again. Replacing the wine with tea, she relaxes while listening to the tranquil evening song of the night wind.

Just as she’s about to retreat inside, a familiar voice calls to her, “Ella.” Jungkook’s voice is surprising, almost harmonious with the peaceful night sounds.

“Jungkook, you startled me! I’m surprised to see you in my yard, since there’s not a huge party or anything.” She feels liberated using such a sarcastic tone.

Jungkook giggles, acknowledging he understands her mockery, “I was on my balcony and noticed you sitting out back by yourself. Just coming to say hi as my neighborly duty.”

“Well, if you’d watched a little longer, you would’ve noticed I was heading back inside.”

“Well, I see that now, maybe next time.” He begins to head back toward the open gate.

“Jungkook…” She waits until he turns back toward her, “would you care for a cup of tea?”

“Sure.” He replies nonchalantly and strolls over to her patio.

“Okay, I’ll only be a minute.” She disappears into the house, returning about five minutes later. She hands him his tea and sits on the patio chair across from him, blowing into her mug before taking a sip. “You didn’t have any plans for tonight?”

“I told you earlier, I don’t like to make plans. Today was one of those days I felt like relaxing, so here I am.” He sips his tea, lolling his head back to take in the view of the clear sky as the distant rays from the sun tint the sky with warm orange and soft pink tones . “It’s really peaceful out here. I’m used to living in the city, the hustle and bustle of feet shuffling along the sidewalk, noisy traffic, loud music…but here I’m able to attain serenity.”

“That’s why I chose this cul-de-sac.” Gabriella adds. “It’s…private, quiet and surrounded by nature. Aside from the fact there are only five houses and outside of it, there’s not another property for at least two miles.”

“Five houses?” Jungkook asks in confusion.

“There’s a house on the other side of mine, but you wouldn’t notice it if you don’t pay attention. It’s nestled deep in the woods with a gravel driveway, but it’s covered in leaves. It’s actually a beautiful house, it’s unfortunate it wasn’t for sale when I looked here, because I would’ve bought it.” She sighs and sips her tea.

“I never noticed it. It’s probably so peaceful, I’m sure the trees create a sound barrier.” Jungkook gazes off into the direction of the hidden home as he finishes his tea. “Well, I suppose I should get going. Thank you for the tea, Ella.”

“It was my pleasure,” she replies. “We should do this again, that is, if you feel the need for peace and serenity again.”

“Maybe.” His voice deep and seductive, Gabriella's body responds with a buzz of electricity that raises prickly goosebumps on her arms.

“Don’t be a stranger, we are neighbors after all.”

“I won’t,” he responds before heading back to his house.

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The week passes by in a flash, full of meetings and business dinners, making Gabriella that much more excited for the weekend to finally arrive. She loves holiday weekends and gathering with friends and family, she doesn’t feel so alone – but inside she’s secretly hoping Jungkook will attend.

Gabriella finishes setting up her outdoor oasis to accommodate her guests, gives her home a “once-over”, and prepares to welcome her guests as they arrive.

Car by car, her friends and family arrive, filling the backyard with cheerful banter. Everything seems to be perfect, except for one factor – Jungkook still has yet to show up. Gabriella continuously checks her watch, peeks toward the side of the house and even goes as far as to check out the living room window, all to no avail.

She returns to her guests, pushing back the nagging irritation that began to settle in, that is, until the powerful bass drops from the other side of the fence. Her guests attempt to talk loudly over the music, but she insists they move the party into the house. Once everyone’s inside, she makes her move, slipping away on the side of the house, her adrenaline rushing as she approaches his front door.

She can see him through the storm window, entertaining a woman who clearly came for the attention with her barely there, strapless mini dress. He laughs at whatever the woman is saying, fueling her rage even more and she pounds on the tempered glass.

He excuses himself and begins walking toward the door, flashing that smile that can usually make her melt, but not tonight.

“Oh hey, Ella,” he greets her as he steps out onto the porch. “Did you need something?”

She can’t believe the audacity of this man, not only did he completely ignore her invitation, but he also decided to throw another huge party on the same night as her get-together.

“Oh hey?” She snarls, her blood boiling with each passing second. “It’s one thing if you didn’t want to attend my barbecue, but to throw another fucking party on the same night is pretentious!”

Jungkook smacks his forehead, “Oh fuck! I forgot about it, I swear! A few of my friends from college messaged me the day after I received your invite and let me know they’d be in town. I wanted to come, but I haven’t seen them in a couple of years. I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry? Sorry?!” She yells heatedly. “I was okay letting you slide with the first eighteen billion parties you had every damn weekend since you’ve moved in, but this right here crosses the line! I work hard every day of the week! Seven days a week! I rarely get the opportunity to unwind with friends and family, this is one of two events I cater at my home every year, and you ruined it!”

“I ruined it?” Jungkook chuckles, “I didn’t ruin shit, you came over here of your own volition, am I right? You left your party to come over here! You ruined your own fucking party! As a matter of fact, I’ll get back to my party where we’re actually having fun, you can go enjoy your stiff ass guests.”

He turns and walks back in the house, making sure to slam the door behind him – now she’s furious.

“Game on, you annoying prick,” she sneers before returning to her home. She goes inside and puts on her game face, continuing to entertain her guests, plotting her next move in her subconscious.

A couple of weeks after her interrupted party, Gabriella sits in the backyard with her college friend, Taeyhung.

“So, how are things with the neighbor after your party duel?” Taehyung jokingly asks.

“It wasn’t a duel,” she scoffs, “I even invited him to the party, but he instead threw a party of his own. He’s so damn annoying, but that’s not what you’re here to talk about.”

Taehyung chuckles, “You’re right, back to business. Did you have a vision for the pool design, or do you trust my artistic instincts?”

“Tae, I know you,” she chuckles softly, “I don’t want anything extravagant. Simple. Elegant. Like me. A basic lap pool, with a seven, no, eight foot splash pad at the top for lounging and a mid-sized hot tub on the opposite end. Simple.”

Taehyung stands, taking a sip of his tea as he looks over her yard. Making a square with his thumbs and forefingers, he searches the yard for the best placement. She loves watching her friend when he transforms into designer mode, his eyes twinkle with excitement and he turns to her with that perfect boxy smile.

“There,” he points to an area of her large yard, “I think that spot would be perfect. There’s no slope, it leaves enough green space to gather outside of the pool and I can envision the beautiful simplicity of the pool.”

“Let’s do it! How soon can you start?” Gabriella shrieks in excitement.

“I’ll get the approval to dig within the next couple of days, this has to start sooner than later, so you can enjoy your pool before the temperature drops. With only eight weeks of Summer here, the pool will be ready for use just a couple of weeks before fall begins.”

“Tae, if it can’t happen until the spring, I’m okay with that. No need to put that much pressure on yourself.”

“It’s no pressure at all. I know you’ve been under a lot of stress, I’m even going to add a few upgrades for free.” He winks at her before finishing, “I’m going to make sure it’s heated so the water is always a pleasant temperature, an automatic pool cover and color changing pool lights. You’re my friend and if you hadn’t supported me in the beginning, I don’t know if my business would be this successful.”

“Tae, you really don’t–”

“I do. I’ll add a slide coming from your balcony if you’d like!”

They both laugh and make their way back over to the patio and continue into the night reminiscing on the carefree days of college. As the evening sky begins to fill with stars, they finally decide to call it a night.

“I’ll call you when I get the approval to dig and begin working on your pool immediately, until then, Goodnight Gabriella.”

“Goodnight Tae.”

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With a few weeks left until summer, the digging for her pool and settling of the dirt is ready for concrete to be laid. Gabriella strolls around her future pool, imagining the parties she will have, even able to cater to her family and friends' children, her children one day, she’s enlightened at the thought.

Making her way back to the house, she hears loud machine noises coming from Jungkook's side of the fence. Her curious nature gets the best of her and she heads to the fence, peering through the small gaps in the wood. She can see a small excavator digging in the yard, but what she sees next bothers her the most – Taehyung and Jungkook looking over blueprints.

“What the fuck?” She curses under her breath. “Is he having a pool installed too? Whatever, it’s his property, he can do what he wants.”

Rather than make a fuss, she’s happy Taehyung is getting business and making money, supporting her friend is much more important than her own personal grievances.

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Three weeks into summer and her pool is finally ready for use. She invites her siblings and their children to enjoy the pool. They come nearly everyday for a week, even while she’s at work and nothing could bring her more joy.

She invites some of her closest friends for a swim on the weekend and she’s ready to let loose. After a short dip in the pool they relax on lounge chairs in the splash pad and she gives them the latest update on her annoying neighbor.

“Then this douchebag installs a pool with waterpark amenities! He even has a slide that comes off of his balcony into the pool! If I didn’t know any better, I’d believe he was trying to upstage me every chance he gets, just fucking annoying!” Gabriella rolls her eyes and slams the remaining wine in her glass.

“Listen, Gabs, don’t fret yourself with the likes of that man! He’s clearly trying to overcompensate for his shortcomings, if you know what I mean.” Her best friend, Jisoo, laughs hysterically at her own joke.

“Ji, I don’t think he has any shortcomings in that department, more of just an immature outlook on life…one that irks my very being, but I’ll just continue to brush him and his childlike ways off.”

Their conversation is cut short by the sudden loud music coming from Jungkook’s yard, “So this is what you’re talking about,” Jisoo scoffs. “How the fuck are we supposed to relax poolside with–” Her eyes widen as she stares over the fence.

Gabriella follows her gaze and sees her neighbor, completely naked – and clearly well endowed – at the top of his slide. She can’t tear her eyes away from his body as the setting sun tints his sun-kissed skin with a pink glow, but as much as she’s enjoying this view she’s also filled with rage.

“That’s fucking it!” She immediately rises from her chair and runs to her neighbors to really give him a piece of her mind.

She bypasses the front door and heads to the other side of his house, opening his gate and running to the backyard just as he launches from the slide into the pool. To her surprise, he’s alone, but that’s not what’s important.

“Jungkook!” She screams his name as he emerges from the water, startling him and he just smiles.

He swims to the shallow end of the pool and gets out, quickly grabbing his towel and loosely wrapping it around his waist.

“Ella! I can turn the music down, I didn’t even realize you were in your pool.” He smiles as he gives her exposed body a once over. She feels naked having chosen the skimpiest thong bikini she has, clearly not expecting to meet him like this.

“I don’t give a shit about the music, I’ve become immune to it.” She snarls, “What I’m concerned about is the fact that you decided to come out onto your balcony in your birthday suit.”

“Did it make you uncomfortable or maybe it made you hot and bothered?” He jokes.

“I…ugh, fuck no! What if my nieces and nephews were over again to swim? Did you think about that? There are families in this neighborhood and your balcony is viewable from both backyards on either side of your house! You really need to grow the fuck up!”

She storms off without another word and returns to her friends. They don’t say a word, but they’ve heard everything she’s said. They suggest moving the party into the house and to put this incident behind her in hopes that he’s learned his lesson and it won’t happen again.

Gabriella has spent most of the summer enjoying her pool and fall is beginning to settle in, luckily Taehyung installed a pool heater. It’s quite refreshing to leave the cool night air and blanket herself in the security of the warm water. Stepping out of the pool and back into the cool air is exhilarating.

Hurrying back into the house, she changes into warm, dry clothes and relaxes in her chaise lounge after her tea finishes steeping. While looking out at her front yard, she realizes it’s in desperate need of landscaping.

She contacts a well-known landscaping company and schedules an overhaul of her yard – removal of all dead and dying plants, shrubbery upgrade from the dried up sprinter boxwood to Korean Spice Viburnum, petunias planted under the large weeping willow and a Tiered Versailles Fountain surrounded by winter boxwoods.

She excitedly hangs up the phone and begins picturing how lavish, yet classic and simple her yard will be. It’s been a few years since she last had the landscaping done, so it’s time for a change anyway

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After a week of waiting, her new landscaping was underway. They’d installed the fountain first, as it was the most difficult portion of the design, and now they’re beginning the removal process of the old shrubbery and plants.

Once the yard work is finished, she thanks the workers and takes pictures to send to her best friend. In five years, she’s gone from a small business owner to one of the largest conglomerates in the Northern United States.

Gabriella is proud of herself, proud of the woman she’s become – independent and carefree. Yet, the loneliness she’s begun to feel over the last year is almost too much to bear.

“Maybe that’s why I tolerate the gorgeous, annoying fucker next door,” she grumbles to herself.

The last relationship she was in ended abruptly and she promised herself that the next man would be the type to appreciate a successful woman. However, she wasn’t so sure that Jungkook was that type of man either.

Why is he so competitive? She ponders. Whatever his reason, he’s still a douchebag.

She pushes her inquisitive thoughts to the back of her mind and returns inside to her home office to finalize a proposal. Oftentimes she feels as if her work never ends, that she’s drowning without water, nevertheless, in the end it’s all worth it. She always emerges above water and becomes stronger.

She’s exhausted from everything and goes straight to bed, allowing her pillow to absorb all of her worries.

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The next morning she stands at her kitchen island, sipping her coffee and checking her emails. There's a commotion outside and her first thought is that Jungkook is up to something.

She heads to the picture window and can’t believe what she’s seeing, “This motherfucker!” She rushes out the front door wearing only a satin robe and a short slip underneath.

Jungkook stands with his back facing her in his driveway, directing the landscaping company, “Move it that way about four feet and away from the house another two to three feet!”

“Jungkook!” Gabriella screams, startling him a bit.

He whips around, “Ella! You scared me! What brings you out here…dressed like that?” Once again he looks her up and down, admiring her curves as she realizes what she’s wearing and pulls the satin robe tightly around her body.

“It’s one thing to upgrade your landscape, but to go so far as to put that over-the-top marble statue fountain is a little much. I’m not saying you can’t have a fountain, but this is excessive?”

Jungkook laughs heartily, “I wasn’t aware that there was a limit to the type or size of fountain I could have installed in my yard. I didn’t see that in the neighborhood handbook?”

“My friends were right…” She snarls, “You must be overcompensating for your shortcomings.”

“Wouldn’t you like to find out,” Jungkook snaps back, his cocky tone infuriates Gabriella.

“I wouldn’t fuck you with a pocket pussy!” A downright lie was the only comeback she could gather in that moment.

“Yeah, okay. Well…” He pauses and smiles at her with confidence, because he knows as well as her that he’s won this argument, “if you don’t have anything else, I’m fairly busy right now, doing what I want on my property. Have a great day.”

“Rrgh,” she growls in defeat as she watches him walk away. Deep down, she wishes they could just get along – but is he really the problem?

Two months have passed, aside from the occasional eyerolls or flipping each other off, neither of them have spoken a word to one another. Gabriella could care less, winter is settling in swiftly, the sub-freezing temperatures have chilled her, literally.

Winter there can be brutal, the numbing cold is only a small portion of the savage climate – it’s the unpredictable blizzards that create the utmost danger.

Fortunately, Ella has lived in this private cul-de-sac for three years and she experienced a monstrous blizzard the first year she lived here. After being stuck in her house for nearly two days without electricity, she made the logical decision to have a state-of-the-art generator installed for emergency purposes.

As she waits for the generator technician to finish the yearly maintenance and test run on her generator, a thought crosses her mind – Jungkook's house doesn’t have a generator.

She laughs at her naivety, because he could probably care less about her well-being, so why should she give two fucks about his. Just then, the tech knocks at her patio door, letting her know he’s finished everything.

“You’re good to go. This generator will last you at least 30 more years, having the shed built to keep it safe from all weather conditions was a smart move. Honestly, more homeowners should do that.”

“I definitely did my research before purchasing this model, so I figured that would be the easiest way to keep it intact. Well, thank you so much! Have a great day and keep warm, it’s getting cold out here!”

Gabriella bundles up with blankets on the sofa, enjoying a mug of hot cocoa and browsing through the television channels. Across the bottom of all local channels is the same message – Blizzard Season.

Last year was the same, although it wasn’t as bad as the first and second year, she still gets nervous at the thought. After much consideration, she’d made the executive decision to have all employees work from home for the next three weeks. She isn’t willing to risk anyone having an accident or being stranded at the office, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Over the next week, other than below zero wind chill, there hasn’t been a snowflake in sight. However, that soon changes as the forecaster predicts a snow storm with expectations of twelve or more inches, beginning tonight around 10:00 PM.

She prepares herself for the worst, immediately heading to the store and stocking up on hand warmers, bottled water, candles, flashlight batteries, thick socks and gloves and gas for her snowblower.

As she arrives back to her house, the flurries have begun and she knows this is the “calm” before the storm. As she waits for her garage door to open, she glances over at Jungkook’s house, wondering if he’s prepared for the storm. For a moment, she thinks about being the bigger person and letting him know if his situation goes south he can come to her house. She knows the previous owners didn’t bother having a generator installed, since it was just a summer home for them it wasn’t necessary. Just as quickly as the thought crosses her mind, she dismisses it and pulls into the garage.

“If he needs my help, he can come and ask for it since he’s such a big man.” Instantly, all of the agitated feelings she had before rush back. Once inside the house she takes a couple shots of warmed brandy to ease the tension and soothe her chilled bones.

A couple of hours pass and the severity of the storm intensifies. As she peers out the picture window, the snow is a thick blanket on the ground, drifting snow has gathered down the dark road leading out of the cul-de-sac in mounds nearly four to five feet high and visibility is limited through the falling flakes.

She glances over at Jungkook’s house and notices his lights are still on, not that she cares, but she does feel a bit of relief. Even though she loathes the man, she doesn’t want him freezing to death, because they can’t get along. Going against her own best judgment, she decides that, in the event he loses power, she’ll extend the olive branch and invite him to her house.

Just as she’s about to settle on the sofa and check the news the wind and snow pick up, the eye of the storm has arrived and it’s only going to get worse from here. Rather than worry herself, she turns on her relaxation playlist and slowly drifts to sleep.

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A few hours pass and she wakes up to a frightening scene outside of her window – the street lights are either off or the snow’s so thick she can’t see them. She checks her generator on the interior monitor and sees that the autostart has engaged. Quickly running to her window she strains to see Jungkook’s house, from her view it seems to be pitch black, until she notices a faint light passing by a window.

“Fuck,” she mumbles under her breath. On one hand, she can’t stand the fucker and doesn’t want to travel through the deep snow to offer her help. On the other hand, her humanity is telling her she has to at least attempt to help him. “If he says no, I’m not going to beg him.”

She quickly throws on a pair of thick socks, her snow pants and boots, winter coat and gloves, grabbing a flashlight and hand warmers before walking out of her front door and making the treacherous trek to his house. Her cheeks burn from the frosty wind and she immediately regrets leaving the house without her scarf.

After what felt like an eternity she’s at his front door, banging loudly, not out of worry, but because she wants to get shelter from the wind. She sees a candle through the window and then the door opens. Jungkook lets her in, wearing jogging pants and a sweater with a throw blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“What the hell are you doing? It’s deadly out there!” Jungkook scolds her.

“What am I doing? What are you doing? It’s freezing in here, I take it you lost power?” She asks sincerely.

“Obviously, otherwise I wouldn’t be standing here with a candle and you definitely wouldn’t have come to check on me.” He laughs heartily.

“How can you joke at a time like this?” Her frustration builds up, “People die in these types of situations!” She’s shaking with anger.

“Calm down, I was just joking,” his tone comes off timid, very unlike his usual cocky persona.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t come to start an argument, I came to tell you that if you wanted to, you’re more than welcome to take shelter at my house until it’s safe to return to your house.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose, but I also don’t want to freeze to death.” His doe eyes pout at her, “But how do you still have power?”

“I’ll explain when we get to my house, now go and pack some dry clothes and pajamas, bring enough clothes for at least a couple days. Only because it could take them a day or two to get the electricity back up and running. There’s no need to run back and forth until then.” She nods for him to hurry. Jungkook scurries off into the darkness and comes back a bit later with a duffle bag following her out the front door and back to her house.

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JK changes into dry clothes and returns to the living room, still toweling his hair dry and drops onto the sofa on the opposite end from her. His long, wavy locks fluff up around his face, his biceps flexing with each scrub and she can’t help but stare.

“It’s crazy how different your house is from mine,” he says, his eyes gazing up at the vaulted ceiling, “My ceiling is high, but yours appears massive.”

“This isn’t an HOA, when the homeowners built their houses they were given free range to choose whatever style fit their taste. My house is nothing, the first house on the left is like a castle! There’s marble flooring throughout the entire place!” Her eyes sparkle as she talks about it, her small interior design business grew into one of the largest architecture firms solely based on her designs and visions.

“Your house is pretty awesome, I mean, mine is decent, but the interior in mine is a bit outdated?” His face reddens with embarrassment.

“Oh, believe me, I know,” she jokes. “I had to update a lot of this home when I purchased it! I felt like the 80’s smashed into the 90’s when I first viewed this home, but I could see it had potential.”

“I’ll definitely need to update mine once the weather warms up and I hear there’s a well-known interior designer in the neighborhood.” He grins at her softly and she begins to see a different side of him.

“Well, maybe she can find time in her tight schedule to go over some ideas and get a little inspiration from that homeowner.” She replies coyly.

“If you don’t mind, can I have a tour? Maybe I can get some design inspo from this beautifully designed home?” His tone is curious and flirty.

“Of course, where would you like to start?”

“I typically like to start from the bottom and work my way up.” Jungkook asserts provocatively.

Gabriella’s cheeks warm with bashfulness as she forces herself not to smile. Instead, she heads to the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine, “Care for a glass?”

A half-grin forms on his face and he nods his head in acceptance. She pours the wine and slides his glass across the island, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

She walks toward the basement entry and he follows in stride, unable to admire the architecture with her tiny waist and round ass in front of him. He’s only had tiny glimpses of her perfect frame considering most of their encounters end in arguments, but tonight he’s going for a different approach.

Jungkook can’t deny the fact that he was captivated by her the moment he first laid eyes on her, since then he’s realized his approach to get her attention wasn’t going to work. He could tell she saw him as a man, nevertheless, he deciphered his body wasn’t the key to get him any closer to her.

Everytime she was near him, he wanted to pull her body close to his, his large hand on the small of her back, their lips meeting, flesh to flesh, but the opportunity never arose. Even when she was angry and yelling at him, he found himself turned on, desiring her even more.

As she talked about the different areas in her basement, like her art studio, music studio and design room, all he could think about was laying her petite body on multiple surfaces.

“I know your house already has a media room in the basement, but there’s definitely room to expand it.” She turns to see Jungkook in a daze, obviously not hearing a word she’s said. “Your cheeks are a bit rosy, can’t handle the wine?” She teases.

“Huh?” His daze is broken, “Oh, no, I can handle my liquor, I was just thinking of different ideas for my…basement.”

“Well, I think expanding the home theater would be great, you’d definitely spend more time there…rather than outside.”

“About that,” his voice timid again, “Sorry about being so annoying. It’s just my first home and I wanted to enjoy the first year as much as possible, before life gets in the way.”

“I get it. When I first bought this house five years ago, I think I partied nearly everyday for the first few months! I mean, my parties weren’t as wild as yours and I made sure that after a certain time we moved into the house, but I understand. No explanation necessary.” She smiles and nods for him to follow her back upstairs, grabbing the wine from the kitchen they get comfortable on the floor in front of the fireplace.

A couple of bottles later, “While I attended Cornell University's Architecture program, I did interior design on the side. I had to pay for as much of the tuition after aid that I could, I didn’t want to finish college in debt. My network grew and by the time I finished college, I’d traveled to so many states doing interior design just from word of mouth. I was able to expand the small business I started from interior design to include architecture.”

“That’s pretty fucking awesome and an accomplishment worth bragging about. Cheers to Ella and her successful life she’s manifested!” They clink their glasses together and their eyes meet.

Never did the thought cross her mind that she’d be sitting on her living room floor, enjoying a conversation with Jungkook. The more she learns about him, the more intrigued she becomes by his mysteriousness.

“Enough about me, what about you? I know you own the largest moving company in the United States, how did you begin?” She finishes her wine and fills her glass, emptying the third bottle.

“I’ll grab another one,” he suggests, quickly heading to the kitchen and bringing back a bottle. After filling his glass again, he begins, “I came from a normal family, nothing glamorous or spectacular, just a blue collar working father and a part-time waitressing mother. As the youngest of four, I always felt forgotten about, which for most people leads to bad decisions. Instead, I focused on school and getting into college, I wanted to make my parents proud…I wanted them to notice me.” Tears well in her eyes as she listens to the raw, pure emotion in his voice.

“I maintained a 4.0 GPA throughout high school, senior year the offers were pouring in, but none of the colleges piqued my interest. I began applying to schools like Harvard, Yale, Columbia, major ivy league universities and a couple of them responded, but I realized the tuition was beyond my reach even with aid. I was about to give up, when I received an offer from Stanford University. A full-ride scholarship, but I had to write a full scale business plan in order for further consideration. While finishing high school, I switched one of my electives to an AP Business Class, where I quickly learned how to prepare a successful business plan.”

“What made you choose a moving company?” Gabriella questions, fully invested in his climb to success.

“I knew I wanted to run my own business and many ideas crossed my mind, but I also wanted it to be a business that benefited blue collar workers, like my dad. That’s when I decided on the moving company. We not only would provide pick-up and drop-off, we’d also provide storage for those that have sold their current home and were waiting to get into a new home or for it to be built. Before going to college, my parents had a going away party, since I didn’t get a graduation party. At the end of the night, after everyone left, they sat me in the living room and handed me a bank book. From the time I was born, until I left for college, they’d saved $100 a week, over $93,000, for me. I took a small portion of that money and bought a moving truck and started a small moving business, just to continue adding to the money. By the time I graduated college, my business had already expanded throughout the state of California, I had over twenty moving trucks and 80 employees. I guess you can say we both succeeded in the same fashion, from pure drive and motivation.”

“Fucking amazing!” She cups her mouth in embarrassment after she yelled out drunkenly.

Jungkook laughs, “Well, I think you’re pretty fucking amazing too.” Sincerity in his tone awakens something inside of her. She leans forward and kisses him on his soft lips, she quickly pulls away, but his arm wraps around and brings her face within centimeters of his. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this moment.” Desperation and desire explode as their mouths part and tongues meet, a warm explosion of want and need. Their hands touch and explore each other's warm bodies, yearning for more with each caress, but Gabriella breaks away from the kiss.

“Slow down, we’ve got time, neither of us is going anywhere anytime soon.” She points toward the window, where the since forgotten snow storm is still bearing down ruthlessly just beyond the glass. She stands up and reaches her hand out for him to grab, “Let me finish giving you the tour.”

He rushes to his feet and follows behind her, unable to keep his hands to himself, he gently backs her up against the wall halfway up the stairs. Lifting one of her legs, he lowers himself enough to grind against her warm core. His mouth is unable to stay in one place as his lips meet her neck, then her collarbone, until he gently nibbles at her erect nipple through her satin top.

The mix of pain and pleasure rushes from her nipple to her overstimulated cunt as his hard cock rubs against her clit through his pants. The sound of her moans hastens his needy instinct, his hips rotate in a frenzy until the crotch of his once light gray sweats are dark and wet with their juices.

She can’t hold back any longer, pulling the waist of his pants down and sliding the short satin shorts to the side, longing to feel him inside of her. Grabbing his thick cock with her tiny hand, she places it between her slick lips, “I need to feel you, become one with you, please,” she begs as her demand for pleasure intensifies.

His lips kiss her softly and he gently inches into her, feeling the stretch of her untouched walls the deeper he ascends. Gripping him tight, he focuses on pleasing her, fighting the urge to paint her walls with his sticky nectar.

He lifts her other leg and she wraps around him, hugging him tightly as he grips her ass and begins to stroke methodically in and out of her. She nibbles at his lobe, before burying her face into his neck, leaving marks of passion. He begins to feel her walls pulsate and a rush of warmth as she reaches her peak, slowing his stroke until she’s finished.

Lowering her shaking legs, his hooded eyes dark and burning with a fiery passion, she begins to lead him up the stairs, but he isn’t quite done. He leans up against her backside, lowering her onto the stairs and position her ass in the air. He easily slides back into her slick opening, spreading her cheeks as he pounds into her relentlessly, her body trembling as she quickly reaches another high. He pulls his cock out, stroking it slowly to keep his momentum going, but she lays there spent and needing a moment.

Jungkook effortlessly rolls her over and scoops her petite body into his arms and carries her to the top of the stairs, “Which way to your room?” She points down the long corridor to double glass doors and he wastes no time taking her there.

He enters the large master suite, her bed lies in the center of the room, a king-sized canopy with sheer drapes hanging on all four sides. He moves one of the soft curtains aside and places her on the edge of the bed, lowering to his knees and spreading her legs, his warm, soft tongue flicks gently at her sensitive nub.

The jolt of pleasure brings life back to her nearly limp body and she reaches her hands to grip her fingers in his wavy hair. He pushes her hood back and his mouth engulfs her clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue. She rolls her hips, fucking herself with his mouth, creating a buzz of electricity as she cums on his chin.

She scoots back on her bed and motions for him to join her. He frantically lifts his shirt over his head and steps out of his jogging pants, crawling to her, kissing her body as he makes his way up, settling his hips between her thighs.

Gabriella has other plans in mind as she wraps her legs around him and rolls them over, positioning herself on top. He reaches up and cups her plump breasts, kneading her nipples as she lowers herself onto his stiff member.

She slowly slides up and down his shaft, his toes curling as he tries to fight his high. Her sliding shifts to bouncing, her own desperation to cum again takes over her entire being. Jungkook can see the neediness in her eyes, gripping her hips and holding her steady, he begins to thrust upward into her.

He penetrates her and stops, hurriedly rolling her onto her back and pushing her legs to her shoulders, hovering his face within an inch of hers before continuing the savage pounding. Their harmonious moans and the squelching of their mixed juices pushes them both over the edge. They never break eye contact as their peaks meet one another, like a volcano erupting he fills her with his warm cum, sweat dripping from his face, soaking the comforter beneath her.

He finally lowers himself on top of her, spent, his stamina needing a recharge. She pulls the throw blanket from the end of the bed and tosses it over them as Jungkook slides to her side, she rolls over and scoots her ass against him, pulling his arm over her as they drift to sleep.

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Gabriella wakes up with a slight headache, but the feeling of Jungkook’s warm, sleeping body next to hers is settling, relaxing enough to ease the pain just a bit. She attempts to get up and his arm tightens around her body, “Just a little longer, please.” His pouty voice almost wins her over.

“As much as I’d love to stay here like this, we need some coffee and I need to check the status of the electricity in the neighborhood.” He lets out a long sigh, before giving in, throwing the blanket from his naked body and stretching his limbs.

She gets up from the bed and admires all of the glory that is Jeon Jungkook, the man she once loathed, has now become the object of her affection…or desire. Whatever he may become, last night will be a memory she keeps nestled away for a long time.

She heats up the water and begins making the drip coffee, before checking her phone. Just as Jungkook makes his way into the kitchen, her phone rings.

“Hello?...Okay…Well that’s a good thing and very fast…I’ll go check on my neighbors since the street’s still inaccessible…Stay warm and have a good day…goodbye…”

She hangs up and pours their coffee, “The electricity is restored, so you’ll be able to go home, that is, whenever you’re ready.”

“I think I’ll stay for a bit, if that’s okay with you.” She smiles and they enjoy coffee and a small breakfast together. He leads her to the guest bathroom and they shower together, put on lounging clothes and lay together on the sofa until they fall asleep watching TV.”

Gabriella wakes up just as the sun’s setting, but Jungkook isn’t next to her. She gets up and looks out the window at his house and sees the lights are on, her heart begins to feel a little heavy, but she knows it was probably just a one time occurrence and won’t happen again.

She walks into the kitchen to get a glass of water and notices a piece of paper on the island under his coffee cup:

“Ella,

I’m not sure what to say, but I know I want to say ‘Thank You’.

I don’t know if I would’ve survived the night alone in my house, even after everything we’ve been through, you still offered me a safe haven, and I appreciate you for that.

Where we go from here, who knows, but let’s not make things awkward, we can go back to the way things used to be (minus the arguing) and start on a new foot, fresh, being normal neighbors.

I owe you for everything, and I mean everything.

Jungkook”

She’s not sure how to feel, she wants to scream and cry from shame. She wants to run over to his house and tell him how she feels, tell him that she doesn’t want to be normal neighbors, that she wants more.

However, she knows she’ll do neither, she’ll accept things as they are and continue living her life like she has been – accepting the loneliness.

It’s been over a week since that night and they haven’t argued, in fact, they haven’t spoken to each other either. Gabriella has returned back to her busy work schedule, so it’s been a little easier to ignore the nagging feeling in her gut.

Friday evening, as she returns from work, Jungkook is sitting on his front porch. She wonders if he’s waiting for her, so rather than pull in the garage, she parks in front of it. She hopes he’ll call out to her and she’ll run over there eagerly, but he doesn’t, he sits and stares at his phone, not even a glance in her direction.

Gabriella finally loses it, she can’t take the unknown, she needs to figure out what’s going on and why he hasn’t spoken to her in over a week. She silently storms over, determined to speak her mind and get things off of her chest.

“Why the silent treatment for over a week? I thought–” Gabriella is abruptly cut off.

“Jungkook, we cleared the air, agreed to let bygones be bygones…are you saying we didn’t?” Irritation radiates in her tone, but Gabriella remains as calm as reasonably possible.

“Was it that good?” Jungkook teases.

“Was it…Fuck you, Kook! Fuck you! Is everything a damn joke to you? I thought you were different, but I guess I was wrong!” Anger flows through her blood.

He sees the tears welling in her eyes, moving his gaze from her to the quiet street, “I’m sorry,” He replies as he stands and walks toward the door, “but that wasn't my intention.”

“Then what was your intention?” Her voice breaks, the emotions building within her on the brink of eruption.

With his back turned to her, hand on the storm door handle, he mumbles nearly incoherently, “I don’t know.” He walks into the house, closing the door in her face.

“MOTHERFUCKER!!!!” She screams inside, but her pride can’t let him know how weak he’s made her.

Gabriella is livid, she wants to smash his windows, take a sledgehammer to his fountain, but instead she trudges back to her house in pure defeat. He fooled her, he played the role he needed to that night to get in her pants, got what he wanted and now she’s just another notch on his belt.

She slams her door causing the entry table to rock and her treasured vase to fall and shatter to the floor. Her overwhelming emotions tip over the edge and the tears stream down her face. She feels used, stupid, unworthy and unwanted, all because of her annoying ass neighbor, Jungkook.

She’s about to grab the broom when there’s a knock at her door. She isn’t expecting any guests, but when she opens the door, she’s frozen with shock.

“Fuck! I don’t even know why I’m here!” Jungkook stands there winded and sweaty, wearing only a tank top, basketball shorts and slippers, “I just know that I’m sorry. I’m not sure how to do this relationship shit! You’re the first woman I’ve ever longed for, desired, the few others I’ve been with were nothing to me, just something to do, but you…you’re special.” The tears run down his rosy cheeks as he shivers from the cold.

Gabriella quickly opens the door, “Come inside. Why would you come here dressed like that?” She ushers him to the fireplace and wraps the throw blanket around his shoulders.

“I just don’t want to get left behind by you, you’re older, you’ve experienced more in life that I haven’t yet. I don’t want you to get bored with my curiosity, my interests, with all of the things you’ve already done that I have yet to tap into.” He sobs. “I don’t want to be the forgotten child again. Isn’t that how you view me? The immature, annoying guy from next door?”

Gabriella smiles, “From the day I met you, I viewed you as a man. Yes, you did shit that drove me insane, but at the same time, deep down, it made me want to get to know you even more. Now that I’ve gotten a glimpse into you, the real you, I want more. I would never get bored with you, you keep me on my toes, keep me striving for more out of life, more out of you.”

Jungkook sniffles and wipes his face with his shirt, “Then where do we go from here?” He looks up at her with his large, brown doe eyes.

“I don’t know where we go from here, but wherever we go, let’s go together.”

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insiemes · 2 years

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Nick Nelson being the softest human ever and gazing lovingly at his boyfriend will never not make me smile

#like look at this man #he is so obsessed #his entire body language just wants to be near Charlie #his fave is an open book that reads “I love you #nick nelson was so in love from day 1 #nick is so soft for charlie #nick x charlie #charlie x nick #Nick nelson #Charlie spring #Narlie #Heartstopper #heartstopper show #Heartstopper bts

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gaym3bo1 · 10 months

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every day namjoon wakes up grateful that his mother tongue is korean and he can talk about the words 사랑 and 사람 and their connection as much as he wants

#new namjoon interview dropped and i love him #also love that he's got trivia love on speed dial in his brain #bestie wants to shout 'PEOPLE ARE MADE OF LOVE' from the rooftops so bad #i wanna go namjooning #rambles #bts #namjoon #kim namjoon #rm #kpop #korean #languages

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namjoonkim-fanclub · 1 year

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One thing is similar 🙂✌️

#bts #kim namjun #namjoon #kim namjoo icons #namjin #bangtan #bangta boys #bts fanart #bts moodboard #bts icons #food #food mention #food adventures #food aesthetic #food as a love language

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kimtaegis · 2 years

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finished about 80% of a comp of this run bts special but you know what. no lol

#I’m so full of rage tonight I could really feel it build up over the last few hours #triggered by this – forgive my language – stupid ass fandom #the love I have for those boys is really being tested over and over again #and I don’t know how much longer it’ll hold against the absolute stupidity of a (way too) big part of this fandom #the utter bullshit I have to read makes me want to constantly bang my head against a wall #maybe then I’d be able to nod along and still have a good time #cause boy that has been tough #from hating on every other group over harassing people who dare to say one critical thing about bts to wanting #to ‘boycott’ sk because of the enlistment news #are you actually hearing yourself?#like who do you think you are?#this superiority complex mixed with that utter hate and negativity many armys spread makes me SICK #do you think bts would be proud of you for looking down and hating on everybody #for only supoorting their country and its industry #not because you genuinely like/ enjoy it but because you follow them like cult members that tell you what to do?#for turning them into these untouchable beings that are only allowed to like each other and everyone else is below their standard #and shouldn't even dare come near them. what a lonely life you wish these men istg #suddenly you're all spokespersons for grown adults you don't know shit about #or you're playing polticians who know excatly what's going on behind the scenes cause you read a tweet about it #I genuinely wonder how these people go through their life? are you defending your actual loved ones like that too?#are you capable of not throwing a fit when someone else has a different opinion than you or criticises you. actually YOU. not some band?#how can one abandon every bit of critical thinking like that? I just don't get it #what's wrong with just being sad about them leaving for a while #WITHOUT being the most ignorant arrogant hateful assholes #never in my life have I encountered this much spite and toxicity #just...chill. just listen to their music make cute edits watch their videos but please for the love of god. just shut up for once #I could go on and on but. also no #could already kick myself for even being this affected that I had to write it down #contributing to this senseless discourse and putting my own negativity out there #I feel at least a little bit lighter now

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peanutdream · 6 months

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Btw i genuinely think more songs should be multilangual. And with that i dont mean some non-english speaking artist sprinkling in some english words or sentences every now and then, but celebrations of multiple languages and the new and exciting ways in which you can connect and combine them.

#i AM talking about claude btw.#kpop is fine but i think it would be funnier if they used words from other languages more #though to be fair: i dont listen to only a handful of kpop artist #but i also think my universe by coldplay and bts was pretty cool for being in 2 languages. thats the kind of shit i want #just celebrations of differences through a common love for music!!!

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kithtaehyung · 2 years

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dw y’all i’ll come and blast proof, cd 3 from a boombox over my head at ur bedroom window

#new love language unlocked #playing you their cd only tracklist #bts #i’ll do it #proof

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baldgoddese · 5 months

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When we cross path

I do not know the heaviness behind a word you easily spur out

The heaviness behind a feeling that once weighed your acceptance of it down

The heaviness behind a phrase you couldn’t even pronounce

Yet here you are

Welcoming acceptance

Embracing the flow

Surrendering to the freedom of your tongue

Here you are

📖: letter to the bold

~ese~

#poetry #divine feminine #art #feminine energy #healing #women empowerment #poem #black women #love #music is healing #music #blue and grey bts #blue and grey #letter to the bold by ese #flow #universe #words #language #proud of you

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moonlight-yuyu · 1 year

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-Masterlist BTS-

Jin

nothing yet

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Yoongi

As A Boyfriend

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Hobi

As A Boyfriend

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Namjoon

nothing yet

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Jimin

As A Boyfriend

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Taehyung

As A Boyfriend

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Jungkook

As A Boyfriend

#BTS #masterlist #as a boyfriend #ideal type #love language

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mrsparkjimin18 · 1 year

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Story written for @cherrysoulth as part of the BangtanWHQ Valentine’s Event “Picture Perfect”

“Faster! Faster! I’m cumming!”

You turn your head to the side and bury your face in the pillow, muffling the carnal roars of pleasure for the only man who can satisfy your sexual desires.

“Fuck! Me too!”

Yoongi slows his pace, stroking slowly, holding back his climax. Wriggling beneath him, trying to finish yourself you become frustrated. Decisively, you manage to flip him over onto his back, straddling his hips and sliding down his thick shaft.

“Aish! Why are you rushing?”

His hands grip your hips, a feeble attempt to keep you still, but your need for that high overpowers his ability to stop you. Rolling your hips back and forth, the friction between your thighs drawing you closer to your peak.

Bouncing desperately bringing yourself closer, he pulls your mouth to his. His tongue swirls around yours like a passionate tornado. Still gripping your hips he thrusts up into you until you both release and he holds you still to avoid overstimulating the sensitive nerves in his cock.

The thumping of the bass from the music outside the room reminds you both that there’s still a party going on. Gathering your clothes, Yoongi cracks the door open a bit to make sure the coast is clear. He gives the okay and you both hustle across the hall to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, you run your fingers through your hair attempting to fix it and refresh your makeup a little.

“Do you think anyone’s suspicious of our little rendezvous?”

You search his eyes, wondering if he ever gets that anxious feeling, but he just sighs deeply.

“Who gives a fuck?”

Shrugging his shoulders he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before exiting the bathroom and joining the rest of the party.

“Hey!”

Jimin’s voice startles you back to the present. Lately you’ve been reminiscing on the times when you and Yoongi would sneak off during parties for a quickie and didn’t care if anybody knew.

How things have changed – no quickies in any bathrooms – the rare occurrences of flirting and teasing has become few and far between. Life has become almost domesticated, in a sense that you’ve both gotten comfortable. The sex is still fabulous, but there’s just something missing now.

“Hey Jimin! When did you get here?”

“I got here about thirty minutes ago and couldn’t find you anywhere, but Yoongi told me you were out back by yourself. That seems to be your favorite pastime now – solitude.”

There’s something about him, but you just can’t quite put your finger on it. Ever since he introduced himself a year ago, it’s gotten harder and harder to be near him without your heart racing. It’s the way you felt and still feel about Yoongi whenever you’re near him and you’ve never felt this way about anyone outside of him – until you met Jimin.

You feel your cheeks burning as they redden, not from embarrassment, but from the thoughts running through your mind.

“Yeah, sometimes I have my moments and need time to myself to…think. Anyway, let’s go get some drinks and catch up, it’s been a while since we last saw each other!”

As you walk past Jimin, he gently grabs your wrist and leans down placing his mouth close enough to your ear that his soft lips brush against it. The tingling sensation that rushes over your body surprises you, your knees get weak and the only thing holding you up is his soft hand.

“When will we have ‘our moment’ love?”

The warmth of his breath against your lobe excites you, but you try to laugh off the feeling.

“Jimin! How much have you had to drink?”

You turn to face him, trying to create distance between your bodies. You can tell by his raised eyebrow and the way he bites into his lip, that he wants more than to just talk.

“I haven’t had anything to drink. I was actually waiting for you, but since we’re out here...”

He closes the distance you tried to create, he places his hand on the back of your neck and lowers his face to yours, you close your eyes in anticipation for his kiss.

Instead he whispers in your ear, “How about we go get those drinks and continue this conversation?"

Your heart is thumping so hard in your chest that it feels as if it’s going to explode. You quickly back away from him and compose yourself.

~~~~~’

A few hours later – and a few drinks too – everyone’s gathered in the backyard around the firepit. The scattered conversations around you are like distant banter as you're only focused on your current conversation with Jimin.

“So let me see if I’m understanding correctly…you two have lived together for the last three years, but you’ve been friends with benefits since your last year at University? You’ve also never put a ‘label’ on what you have, so doesn’t that leave you both free to see other people? Free to have other friends with benefits?”

As he says the last part, he points at himself and winks.

“I mean, yes and no. On one hand, we’re technically single, but on the other hand we’ve also been exclusive to each other for the last three years. It's complicated, to say the least, but it’s worked for us for this long.”

You shrug your shoulders as you glance over at Yoongi, who at this point is giving you the ‘I’m ready to go’ look. Rather than give him a sign you’re ready to leave, you instead look away swiftly and give your attention back to Jimin.

“Three years? Something isn’t adding up. You’ve lived together for three years, but I thought you started messing around in your last year at Uni, so wouldn’t that put you at four years?”

With his eyebrows still furrowed in confusion, he awaits your response.

“Well, that’s also complicated and definitely a story for another time.”

Just as you finish your sentence, you’re startled by Yoongi’s deep voice.

“What story? Clearly you have plenty of time tonight to share your life story. I’m ready to go, so maybe wrap this up so we can leave? No offense, Jimin, I’m just tired and ready to feel my mattress on my back.”

“I’m not quite ready to go home yet, but you don’t have to wait for me if you don’t want to.”

You can tell you’ve hit a nerve – the eye roll, deep sigh and shifting of his weight from one side to the other says it all.

“Fine. Whatever. I’ll see you at home later…or not.”

He leaves without giving you an opportunity to say goodbye, you badly want to chase him down, but you don’t understand why he’d be mad – you’re not exclusive.

“If you have to go, by all means, don’t let me be the reason you stay.”

Jimin’s cheeks are rosy from the alcohol making him even cuter than usual. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol, or the fact that you’ve never sat and talked to him for this long before, but the way he keeps running his fingers through his hair and shaking his head to let it fall naturally is kind of sexy.

“I don’t have to go and I’m not ready to either, so I’m staying.”

He bites his lip again as he smiles.

“Well I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not happy, but…I’m glad you decided to stay.”

You begin to feel a warmth deep inside. You’ve both created your own little bubble where no one else existed for the last couple hours and before you realize, everyone else has either left or went inside.

The fire has burned down to nothing more than glowing orange embers and ash leaving only the light from the patio door to illuminate the yard. The night air is cooler now and at some point you’ve moved closer to him.

His fingers play in your hair, gently brushing your neck every now and then, until he finally leans forward and his lips press against yours. The urge to pull back isn’t there, only the desire to indulge in this moment.

Your lips part and his tongue slips between them, your breathing becomes shallow before your heart begins to race. This is a moment you always imagined happening, but never thought it would actually manifest.

Just as you’re losing yourself in this kiss, you hear your phone notification chime from your pocket. It seems to break the trance you were both in and when you pull it out to check it you’re shocked – it’s Yoongi.

“Shit.”

“I’ll assume your ‘not your boyfriend’ is wondering when you’re coming home?”

You give Jimin a playful slap on the shoulder, your body insists you stay where you are, but your heart tugs at you.

“Yes, it’s my ‘not my boyfriend’ asking if and when I’m coming home. I don’t want to leave, but I can’t stay.”

After briefly staring at one another, for what felt like an eternity, you stand up and begin to walk toward the house. Just before reaching the door, Jimin catches up and gently grabs your wrist, turning you to face him. He gives your arm a gentle tug to pull you against him, before leaning down and kissing you goodbye.

“Please don’t let this be the first and last time,” he requests, his eyes searching and pleading for a response. “I’ve waited for this moment, my moment, but it ended abruptly. I want a fair chance with you.”

“I get it, I’ve fantasized about you many times, but I thought it would always only be that – a fantasy. I never expected us to end up being here – alone. The only thing I can promise is that tonight won’t be the only night, I’m just unsure when we’ll see each other again.”

Jimin releases his grip on your wrist and runs his fingers through his hair, a mixture of frustration and contemplation, then looks into your eyes with glimmering hope.

“I have your number, so if I were to ask you out for coffee, dinner – or just a casual encounter – how likely would you be to accept?”

Biting your bottom lip, you respond slyly, “Depends.”

“So you like to tease and play hard to get? Well, then I guess we’ll just have to see how this week goes.”

You share one more kiss, before pulling away and making your way home. In the taxi, you trace your lips with your fingers, the feel of his lips still linger in your mind.

Outside of your house, you stare at the front door, hoping Yoongi is asleep. Stepping inside the house, you quietly make your way to your bedroom and gently close the door. You bask in the memories of tonight for only a moment, until the guilt begins creeping in.

Why did I drink so much? If Yoongi finds out what happened, how will he feel? Shit! I fucked up! Your mind is racing with so many thoughts, how can you face him in the morning? Will you be able to pretend as if nothing happened after he left?

You struggle to ease your mind and the after effects of the alcohol make your eyes feel heavy. Finally succumbing to the soft feel of the sheets beneath your body, you drift off to sleep.

~~~~~

“I’ll meet you there,” you whisper softly into your phone. “But can you be a little more discreet? There’s no need to bring flowers every time we meet. I can’t bring them home.”

Jimin’s laughter from the other end makes you smile just as Yoongi walks out of the bathroom.

“What’s got you smiling so hard? Still thinking about last night?”

You quickly say goodbye and hang up the phone as Yoongi sits on the couch next to you, pulling you close.

“No, I mean last night was great, but my friend wants to meet for drinks tonight. I’ll probably stay at her house, because we’ll be out late.”

Yoongi nuzzles your neck with his nose before nibbling at your ear.

“Can’t you just stay home tonight? I can cook us dinner and you can choose the movie.”

He flashes his gummy smile at you, but you’re able to resist – tonight’s the night you and Jimin will finally have a chance to fully explore each other. You’ve spent the last couple of weeks meeting up with him – coffee and dinner dates, stolen kisses in his car around the corner, and the occasional movie at his apartment. However, he’s never tried to pressure you to stay – or sleep with him. He’s been a patient gentleman.

“I can’t do that, I’ve been postponing our ‘girls night’ for weeks now,” your heart beats rapidly as you lie to him. “I promise, next weekend I’m all yours.”

You kiss him on his forehead as he looks up at you, he lifts his eyebrows with a sly smirk on his face.

“All mine?” The words roll off of his tongue slowly and seductively and he cups your breast and nibbles at your nipple through your pajama top.

“All yours, promise.”

He presses his hand against the crotch of his pants, trying to push down his growing bulge. You want to give in and let him take you right there on the couch, but you resist the temptation.

Instead, you excuse yourself and shower. Without realizing, you spend more time than usual perfecting your hair and makeup. You want to mesmerize him, seduce him, and make him exclusively yours.

Is that really fair? Make him mine, but I’m not only his? You think to yourself as you pull your cutest cocktail dress over your head, but you can’t quite zip it all the way up.

“Yoongi, can you come help me?”

“Help you with what?” The bass of his deep voice from your doorway startles you.

“I just need you to zip this up.”

His fingers trace from the small of your back up to the zipper and he takes his time, letting his fingers run up your spine. You can see his reflection in the mirror, taking all of your curves in, licking his lips in approval.

“Looks like you plan to have a good night,” he teases. “But don’t have too much fun without me.”

After a playful smack on your bottom, he walks out of your room, leaving you to experience a rush of surprise and guilt take over. He hasn’t been this playful in quite some time and just as you start to think you should cancel, you get a text from Jimin – He’s around the corner waiting. Before leaving, you give Yoongi a quick peck and say your goodbyes.

Once outside you hastily make your way to meet Jimin. As soon as you turn the corner, he's leaning against the passenger door looking stunning – a partially buttoned Dior top tucked into black skinny jeans accentuating his perfect proportions – and he must feel the same about you from his reaction.

He approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly, before he steps back to take you in.

Words aren't needed as he kisses you passionately, you can sense his emotions and desires.

"Hey Jimin, didn’t expect to see you here," Yoongi taunts sarcastically.

Your heart drops to your stomach, you begin feeling queasy as you turn to see Yoongi standing behind you.

"Yoongi, I can explain. I mean, it’s not what you think, I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

"Great explanation,” Yoongi sneers. “How about you’re having a ‘girls night’, with no girls, but Jimin was invited and not me." You can see him struggle to hold back a rush of emotions, his eyes glistening in the streetlight.

“I truly didn’t want you to find out like this,” your voice cracks. “I’ve just been questioning everything lately, like the fact we’ve lived together for three years. The fact that we’ve been ‘friends with benefits’ for years, and never once did we talk about making ‘us’ official.”

“And never once did you ever bring it up. You were fine with moving in together, you never once complained about anything. I’m just confused as to where this is all coming from now.”

“Then we both have our answer – maybe neither of us wanted it to be serious. So why does it matter?”

“Why does it matter?” Yoongi scoffs. “Because I actually fucking care! Because I thought we were comfortable with things the way they were! I didn’t know not putting a ‘label’ on what we have…had…would cause this.”

“You care, but you did what you did, that’s why I just let things be as they were. You care now, but there was a time…you know what, I don’t want to argue. I’m caught, it is what it is. I’m sorry, but it was bound to happen.”

You regret saying what you did as soon as you finish your sentence, but you both know what he did and why things have been this way for so long. You don’t wait for him to respond.

You turn to Jimin and nod your head, so he quickly opens your door. You don’t look at Yoongi, you can’t. The whirlwind of emotions flowing through your entire body like a tornado are ripping your heart to pieces.

In the car Jimin can feel the tension in the air, it’s so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Love, maybe we should go back to my place for now, I’m sure you want to just relax. Or maybe you need to go home and talk to Yoongi? I don’t know him that well, but I could tell he was hurt.”

You don’t respond right away, instead you sit in silence for what seems like an eternity.

“No,” you finally utter. “I don’t want to sit in the house, I don’t want to go home either, let’s go have some drinks, I need to let loose.”

Jimin smiles, before taking your hand in his. His soft thumb rubs against your hand, soothing you in a way.

“Then we’ll stick to the plans we had and enjoy this weekend together, okay?”

You gently squeeze his hand and smile, but deep inside your heart is aching. On one hand you don’t want to hurt Yoongi, but on the other Jimin has grown on you over the last few weeks.

~~~~~

(Yoongi POV)

Watching the car pull away, Yoongi is left standing there – alone.

What just happened? He thinks to himself. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walks back to the house, without you.

His mind is racing, he wonders if he should try to call you, but he knows you won’t pick up. Instead he calls a few people to see if anyone’s getting out tonight, because he needs to blow off some steam.

Luckily a couple of his friends are meeting at a bar you all go to occasionally, so he showers and gets ready for a night with the guys.

What he wasn’t expecting when he arrived at the bar was to see you and Jimin drinking in a corner booth. He wants to cause a scene, scream at you, hell he’d get on his knees and beg you to leave with him, but he can’t – no, he won’t.

It hurts him to see you happy with someone other than him and all he can do is sip on his whiskey, brooding in his sadness.

Another hour passes and he still can’t speak to you – or even acknowledge your presence – so he finishes off his second glass of whiskey and heads home. His mind is everywhere and nowhere all at once, but he’s going to give you time.

She’ll be home tomorrow – he thinks to himself – and then we can have a candid, uninterrupted conversation.

~~~~~

The last hour your nerves were on edge, waiting for the moment Yoongi would come over and make a scene, but he didn’t.

“Hey, you seem a little distracted. Is everything good?”

Jimins sudden question makes you realize that you’re here to enjoy yourself, not loathe in self pity.

“Yeah, I’m fine, but my glass is empty. Another drink would be perfect!” You joke and laugh, but inside you’re still crying. Your mind is consumed with thoughts of dealing with Yoongi, but you don’t want to create a cloud of sorrow over what’s supposed to be your first full weekend with Jimin.

“This is what, your third drink? I personally think you’ve had enough, are you sure you can handle another?”

“I’m a grown woman, I can definitely handle my liquor.”

Jimin winks as he gets up and heads to the bar.

Fuck, I usually stop at three drinks, but what’s one more? That’s the last clear thought you remember as you down a fourth, fifth, then sixth drink.

~~~~~

“Let me help you,” Jimin laughs. “I told you that your third drink was enough, but you kept going.”

You stumble through the apartment door, Jimins arm around your waist to keep you steady as he locks the door. You’ve been to his apartment to watch movies over the last few weeks, but never in his room.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

He helps you down the hall and into his room, leading you to his bed, before he walks out. When he returns, it’s with a cup of warm honey water.

“Drink this.”

In your inebriated state, his sharp features are nothing more than a blur, but his luscious pink lips still call to you, they want to be kissed. You rise to your feet and grab his face, kissing him desperately. Your body craves him at this very moment.

He reciprocates, his arms wrapping around your body, steadying you, but he suddenly pulls away.

“Not like this,” he whispers softly. “I want our first time to be memorable, and I know you won’t remember tonight.”

Stubbornly you attempt to kiss him again, but he easily sits you on the edge of his bed. He picks up the water and hands it to you.

“Drink this and let’s get some sleep,” his stern yet soft tone is convincing. “We have all weekend.”

He undresses you, pulling one of his t-shirts over your head. Slipping under the blanket, you feel his warm body press against yours as you drift off to sleep. Your mind empties all of the drama from earlier today and you sleep peacefully with his arm wrapped around you.

~~~~~

The bright morning sunlight shines through the partially open curtains, stirring you from a forgotten dream. As your eyes begin to focus, you remember exactly where you are, the warmth of his body radiating against your back.

You scoot back to be closer to him, he pushes up against you and you feel his erection pressing against your ass. You roll over to face him and see that he’s awake, his puffy face obscures his sharp jaw and makes him appear tender.

You inch closer to him, hitching your leg over his hip and positioning his cock at your entrance. He reaches down, rubbing your clit before sticking his fingers in your warm core and readying you for him.

He lifts your shirt, suckling at one of your nipples, gently sliding his cock inside you. You feel your walls stretch as he’s inching his way into your core. He pulls back and pushes into you again slowly a few times until his cock is coated with your juices.

He rolls you over onto your back, gently pushing your legs to your chest and diving deeper into you. The initial pain becomes pleasure as he strokes rhythmically in and out, his eyes studying you, like an AI learning a new program.

He leans forward, cupping a breast in his hand as he flicks your nipple with his tongue. You let out a moan that sends him into a frenzy, his stroke becomes erratic and rushed. Spreading your legs wide, he pounds into you till the moment you both reach your climax.

His body collapses on top of yours, he nuzzles his face between your breasts and you both drift back to sleep.

~~~~~

You’re awakened by Jimin gently brushing your hair from your face.

“Finally, you’re awake.”

His smile is bright enough to illuminate the darkest room.

“What time is it?”

“Almost three o’clock,” he laughs. “I ran a bath for you, then you can come eat.”

“I’m sorry,” you pout. “I slept half of the day away, now our plans are ruined.”

“No, no, it’s okay. We can spend the rest of the day in. After this morning, I don’t have much energy left.”

He kisses your forehead and leaves the room. Heading into his en suite bathroom, the scent of lavender and vanilla consumes your senses. Stepping into the bathtub, the water is the perfect temperature – not too hot, but not cold at all.

Just as you began to think life was simple, the drama from yesterday replays in your mind. The hurt in Yoongi’s eyes ingrained into your subconscious and you feel the urge to cry. Instead you submerge yourself under the water until you can’t hold your breath anymore.

Maybe I should call him – you think to yourself – No. It’s best to give him space.

You finish bathing and dry off, putting on the robe Jimin left in the bathroom for you. You walk down the hallway to find the dining room table filled with food.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I ordered fried chicken, pizza and made jjajangmyeon myself.”

He’s even cuter when he feels proud and he did do a great job – he chose all of the foods you love!

“How did you know the foods I love? It’s like you can read my mind!”

“Well, after being around you the last year, I noticed that at parties with ‘fancy food’ you tend to only enjoy the appetizers and drinks. However, when you’re at a casual get together with pizza or chicken and beer, you really dig in.”

You giggle before filling your plate with a little bit of everything on the table. You like this, it feels nice – right — but you know this weekend will come to an end and you’ll have to go home. So you’ll enjoy this peace, because you don’t know how things will be tomorrow.

~~~~~

Sunday evening Jimin drives you home and again the silence in the car lingers, it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. He promises to text you when he makes it back home and you head in.

In the living room you see Yoongi sitting on the sofa, muting the television when you enter.

“Why are you here?” His anger blazing like a fire that’s been intensifying over the last couple of days.

Taking a few steps forward, you attempt to close the distance between the two of you, but he puts a hand up for you to stop.

“Yoongi, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for things to happen like this, but you don’t own-”

“I know! I don’t own you! We were never exclusive! You made that clear already, but what about my feelings? I told you how I felt and you still left with him?”

“So it’s my fault that you waited this long to tell me how you feel? You never made it clear that we weren’t allowed to meet other people, to sleep with other people – or to fall for them.”

“Fall for them? Are you saying you have feelings for Jimin?”

“I’m saying I have feelings for both of you! With you it’s a familiarity, it’s comfortable. With him it’s new and different. I’m sorry.”

You don’t know what else to say, you don’t know if and how you can ever make this right – honestly, you don’t know what you want right now.

“Stop saying sorry, it’s pathetic. You left me standing on the street to watch you drive away with Jimin and it hurt. But you know what hurts more? You said absolutely nothing to me at the bar Friday, haven’t called or texted to see how I was, and on top of that have the audacity to walk in here two days later like saying sorry was going to magically fix everything. In case you didn’t get the memo…it won’t.”

His words cut deep and your heart feels like a dagger has pierced it.

“Well, I don’t know what else to say. No, I didn’t speak to you at the bar, my emotions were everywhere. No, I didn’t call or text, but it’s for this exact reason right here. I don’t want to go back and forth. Either we can talk about where we go from here or there’s really not much to talk about.”

“Tch,” Yoongi scoffs. “The real question is, did you enjoy yourself…or rather, did you enjoy him?”

“I-” A lump forms in your throat and tears begin welling in your eyes, because you’ve lied enough and know he needs the truth. “Yes.”

“That answers my question,” he spits sarcastically. “You know what, I think it would be in the best interest of us both if one of us leaves.”

“Fine,” You succumb to defeat. “I’ll go. I don’t want to argue, I don’t want to continue to point a finger at each other over who’s wrong or right.”

He doesn’t respond, let alone look at you, so you go to your room and pack a suitcase while texting Jimin to come back and pick you up. With tears in your eyes, you look at him one more time before you leave, but don’t say a word – and neither does he.

Once in the car with Jimin, again, you ride in silence. You can’t get his words out of your head, until you're brought back to reality by the buzzing of your phone – it’s a text from Yoongi.

I can’t believe you left so easily, as if these years meant nothing. Fuck it, do as you please and forget everything about us

His words are harsh, but hold so much truth. You didn’t put up a fight when he told you to get out and you left without even a simple goodbye.

~~~~~

Over the next few weeks, you and Jimin grow closer, going on dates, enjoying nights in and of course exploring each other intensely in the bedroom.

You haven’t heard from Yoongi since that day and it still troubles you. Jimin pretends he doesn’t notice, but he does. Although it bothers him, he never brings it up to you – that is until you’re both invited to a mutual friends party.

On the way Jimin fidgets in the back seat of the taxi and you finally ask him.

“What’s going on? Is something bothering you?”

“I know you’re probably nervous, because it’s likely we’ll see him at this party. I just want to make sure you’re okay with it.”

You grab his hand and squeeze it gently.

“I’ll be okay, I’m just not sure how he’s going to react seeing us together.”

“I didn’t even think about it that way,” Jimin sighs.

When you walk into the party, the first person you see is him. He doesn’t smile, wave or even acknowledge your presence. He just gulps down his drink and makes another one, finishing that in a few swigs.

You start to walk towards him but Jimin grabs your arm.

“I don’t think now is a good time to try and talk with him, he’s drinking and definitely bothered by your presence.”

You nod in agreement, but can’t shake the feeling that maybe it was a bad idea to come.

As the night progresses, you feel a little more at ease, you and Jimin mingle with your friends. You even noticed Yoongi getting close with a female friend at the party. His intention is probably to make you jealous, but it doesn’t. You don’t want him to be sad, you want him to enjoy life as well – but there is a voice telling you that you should be part of that enjoyment.

Just as you think the night is turning out nicely, you feel a hand on your arm pulling you away from Jimin.

Jimin gently grabs your hand and you turn to him and nod. He lets go, realizing it’s not his place to get involved.

“Jimin, let me handle this. Yoongi, let’s go talk outside.”

You pull Yoongi by his arm and drag him out the back door into the quiet yard.

“What’s your deal? You tell me to get out, then you get mad because I didn’t stay. You see me with someone else and get the liquid courage to interrupt our night? Why don’t you take your own advice and ‘pretend like we never happened.”

“How can you be so brazen?” He shouts. “ How can you pretend we never happened?”

“Me?! You’re the one who told me to forget everything about us!”

You’re seething with anger, you want to scream and punch him, tell him you hate that everything turned out this way.

“Do you think I meant it?” His voice softened, a sadness loomed behind the words. “You’ve been all I’ve known for the last four years!”

“Really? Have I? Well let me refresh your memory, because as I recall it’s only been three of the last four years. You act as if you’ve never felt so strongly about someone else that you needed to see where it could lead – and I let you. I even pretended like we never had anything when you were with her, but when she found out you’d lied about us she couldn’t handle it. So you came back to me and we picked up where we left off, but you never gave us that title, never asked me to officially date you. In my eyes, I would always be dispensable to you. Like a fucking recyclable that you can use over and over again until you don’t need it, shelf it, and when you need it again, reuse it.”

He couldn’t even look you in the eyes, his head held low, he stared at the grass.

“So what are you saying? Are you saying we’re done for good? You always acted as if you didn’t want a relationship, even before her, you acted as if you were fine with what we had. I’m not a psychic, just like you aren’t. We can’t read each other's minds and neither of us ever confessed how we truly felt, and for that, I’m truly sorry. How can we fix this?”

“Yoongi, we can’t fix what we once had, but we can move forward. I don’t want to lose our friendship, I know it’ll be hard to just move past everything, but if taking things one day at a time can mend our feelings…we can get through this.”

Yoongi runs his fingers through his hair, takes a deep breath and looks at you with sorrow in his eyes.

“Give me time, it’s going to take time, but if you’re truly happy with Jimin then it is what it is. I can’t force you to be with me, but I’m not willing to throw away four years either. Just give me time, okay?”

You nod and he pulls you in an embrace as if it’s the last time he’ll see you, before he walks back into the house. You stay outside for a bit, enjoying the fresh air and are startled by arms wrapping around you from behind.

“Are you okay babe?” Jimin asks. “Yoongi just left, but he stopped and apologized to me. He said he hopes we’re happy, because that’s all he wants for you.”

“I’ll be okay and I think he will too. We had a good run while it lasted, but I think we became too comfortable. We didn’t talk about things that should've been talked about, we didn’t heal old wounds, but it’s okay…because if things had gone differently between him and I, you and I wouldn’t be able to see where this ride is going to take us.”

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