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Day 1 ◑; l.mk

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summary; what its like to have mark lee as your college boyfriend for a whole month :3

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+Day 1, Monday, 6:00 AM

You let out a whine when you hear the alarm ring from Mark's phone. You hit his chest repeatedly, eyes still closed, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

"Switch it off~" you whine, cuddling closer to his chest, pulling his arm around you to cover your ears from the blaring sound.

Mark opened his eyes but soon squinted at the bright light. He rubbed his eyes harshly, leaning up a little to turn off the noisy sound.

He looked down at you, a lazy smile plastered on his lips. Quickly, Mark leaned down to press his lips against your forehead.

"I'll go shower first, I’ll wake you up when I’m done, okay?"

You didn't reply, instead, you turn around to continue sleeping, hugging the pillows this time. Mark couldn't help but laugh at how cute you were. Shaking his head, he removed the arm that you were holding and got up to get ready for the first day of the final year in college.

Almost an hour later, you were seated down on the chair, facing the mirror as you applied make up on your face.

Once Mark saw you place the mascara back in place, "done?"

You nodded at your boyfriend and grabbed your bag that was laying on the bed.

"Let's go," you mouthed, reaching out to hold Mark's hand.

You thanked god every day that college was only walking distance from your place. You didn't need to wake up too early and you won't be too late if you overslept.

+Day 2, Tuesday, 12:59 PM

You stared at your lecturer, your cheeks resting against your palm. You gave up on taking down notes– you had the whole lecture recorded anyways.

Finally, after 2 hours of non-stop accounting, the lecturer dismissed the class.

You fished out your phone after packing all your things quickly.

You: babe

You: are you done?

Usually, your boyfriend would reply to you instantly, but this time, he was taking some time. You pouted a little but continued to leave class.

Once you walked through the door, you saw Mark leaning against the locker, waiting for you. When he finally saw you, a grin spread across his lips.

"Mark!" you squealed, running up to your cute boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his torso, mark squeezed you against his chest.

"Hi, babe," he leaned down to press his lips on your cold cheeks. Mark reached to grab your hand in his, he was surprised at how cold your hand were. "Your hands are so cold!" he gasped, his hands rubbing over yours to warm yours up.

"I just got out of an air-conditioned room, dummy," you giggled. You tugged at his hand, "Lets goooo~" you whined, "I’m hungry."

Mark and you met a little more than a year ago through mutual friends. The first time both of you met, you barely noticed Mark. He was so quiet. Too quiet.

But Mark noticed you ever since you walked through the cafe's door. He was usually a noisy guy– someone who enjoyed laughing and smiling at everything. But once he saw you, he didn't want to embarrass himself and opted to be silent the whole night.

You were so pretty. So kind, and so carefree. He liked you. The next day, he forced Jaehyun to give him your number.

Ever since then, both of you instantly clicked and he finally asked you to be his girlfriend– something he's so thankful for. He wouldn't know what he would be doing without you.

Ever since, 5 months ago, Mark has never failed to always meet you before lunch. It wasn't always, though. The both of you were taking different courses, hence both your timetable are different. But there were times where both of you would have lunch at the same time.

Luckily, this year, both of you have 3 lunch breaks together out of 5 days.

"What do you feel like eating?" Mark asks you, scanning the noisy room.

It was 1 PM, so there weren't so many people in the canteen. It was usually only at noon then, both of you would have trouble trying to find seats.

You hummed, "Chinese?"

+Day 3, Wednesday, 5:08 PM

A grin formed on your lips when you saw Mark waiting for you after your last class.

Running up to him, “Hiiiii~ Mark,” you giggled.

Mark simply chuckled at you, his hands going up to your hair to pat your head softly.

“Did you wait long?” you asked as the both of you started walking home.

He shook his head no. “Ah right!” Mark exclaimed as you looked at him with raised eyebrows. He suddenly pulled a black hair tie from his wrist, “you forgot to take this from me after lunch,” he told you, passing you your hair tie.

“Oh,” you grabbed your hair tie from him, thanking him by pressing your lips on his cheek.

+Day 4, Thursday, 8:34 AM

"Mark, I swear to god, it's only 4 days in–" you stop in your tracks to shut the door before turning around to face your boyfriend, "and I’m late."

It was that day. The day where Mark started class late that day but you started at 8 but ended when his class started.

Mark would occasionally wake up early just to send you to class. It was the least he could do for his favourite person.

Mark chuckled at how you were struggling to carry your bag. He reached out to grab your bag from you, and swing it over his shoulders as you mumbled out an incoherent 'thank you'.

"Well, thank god, you have me," Mark joked, as he started walking, you following soon after. You laughed at his words, but soon choked on the bread you were munching on. Mark patted your back, "Jeez, eat slowly, girl."

You let out a loud cough then cleared your throat. "Fourth day in, and I almost died."

+Day 7, Friday, 3:07 PM

“IT’S FRIDAY, BABY!” you yelled out with all your might, eyes closed, both arms stretched out.

Mark laughed at you but quickly covered your mouth with his hand, still giggling at you. “Stop! You’re embarrassing the both of us!” he laughed, grabbing your hand to drag you from the annoyed stares people were giving you.

+Day 6, Saturday, 10:05 AM

You woke up at 10 am, no blaring sounds of the alarm clock. A small satisfied small formed on your lips. You turned in Mark's arms, hand going up to his warm cheek.

"Markkk~" you murmured. "wake up..."

Your boyfriend let out a soft whine, shifting with you in his arms. A huff left your lips when he squeezed you tighter in his arms and pulled you upon his chest.

"Ah, Mark! Come on, wake upppp you poopoo head~" you squeezed his cheek softly. "We can't waste the day!!"

Mark whined and pulled away from you, turning away from you to lie on the other side, facing the window. You huffed, getting up to a sitting position, squeezing mark’s squishy arm, tugging on it multiple times.

“Baaabe~ 5 more minutes, okay?” the cute boy mumbled into his pillow, pulling his arm away from your hold.

You squint your eyes at your boyfriend. Letting out a long exhale, you got out of bed to make breakfast for the both of you. “I’m making breakfast so meet me in the kitchen in 15, okay?” you told mark, who simply hummed at your words.

Honestly, you weren’t a very good cook, but for the sake of survival, you could make a simple toast and eggs. You quickly made toast and cook the eggs, then filling the table with Nutella, butter and strawberry jam.

20 minutes later, Mark came in the kitchen with tousled hair, round gold glasses perched on his nose, eyes barely open and his pants hanging low on his hips.

“Hi,” he mumbled, yawning quickly after.

Your right hand was holding a plate filled with toasts, while your left was holding a plate of scrambled eggs. You look up at your boyfriend, smiling at him, you quickly pressed your lips to his jaw before going to the small table to place your food.

“Come, Mark! Breakfast’s ready.”

+Day 7, Sunday, 9:58 PM

Mark and you could be different at times. Mark was the hardworking type. He would finish whatever homework his lecturer gave, he would go through his notes that he had written down during lecture and would usually spend his Sunday studying.

Meanwhile, you preferred not to do any homework because you think it was the biggest waste of time. It’s one day before the weekday, why would you study when you will be studying the following day anyway?

“Hey, Mark?” you called from the couch you were sitting on.

Mark hummed, however, his eyes were glued onto his messy notes.

“Will you follow me go get ice cream?” you asked your boyfriend, a glint of hope in your eyes because you could predict his answer whenever you ask a simple question.

“I’m busy, sweet,” you mouthed the exact time when he said those words. You rolled your eyes.

“But, Mark, I’m seriously craving for ice cream right now,” you whined with a pout.

When he didn’t reply, you got down from the couch to sit next to the boy, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your cheek on his shoulder.

“Please, Mark~~”

The reason you were so clingy was because Mark didn’t spare you a glance the whole day, which upsets you a little because you forgot how he was like every Sunday.

“we’ll go after I’m done with this, okay baby?” he whispered, pressing his lips near your ear, still not looking at you.

Let’s just say you’re not getting your ice cream today.

+Day 8, Monday, 7:15 AM

“I am going to fucking kill myself,” you mumbled to yourself as you put on mascara.

Mark could only chuckle at you from the bed.

+Day 9, Tuesday, 7:04 PM

Mark and you were lying on your shared bed, holding hands in the middle of the bed as Mark talked about his day. You laughed when he told a funny story that happened in class earlier

It was moments like this where you realise you loved Mark the most. Simply talking about things that happened throughout the day.

“What happened today, babe?” Mark asked after he finished telling you everything he wanted to tell you.

“Well, we have a project to do,” you sighed, “something I forgot we had in college,” you said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes.

“Group project?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, “I’m partnered with Jaemin. It’s a duo project.”

“I see.”

Silence suddenly filled the air. Comfortable silence. Both of you appreciating each other’s presence.

“Do you wanna know something?” he asked you, turning his head to look at you.

“What?”

“A girl confessed to me today.”

Your heartbeat started to pick up.

“Who?” you asked.

You had thoughts that Mark would leave you for someone else before. Maybe not Mark, but you leaving him for someone else and that scared you a lot. You loved Mark with your whole heart and you have never thought of him being with someone that isn’t you.

“You don’t know her,” he mumbled, “she’s from my class.”

You felt him squeeze your hand.

You pursed your lips, “What did she say?”

“She told me she liked me.”

You pulled your hand away from your boyfriend’s hold and turned to face him, “And what did you tell her?”

“I had a girlfriend and I wasn’t interested,” he explained with wide eyes.

+Day 10, Wednesday, 3:38 PM

You: hi b

You: I’m coming back late tody!

You: don’t wait for me

Mark Pee: okok

Mark Pee: where are you going?

You: jaemin’s place ): for project

Mark Pee: okk

Mark Pee: do you want me to fetch you from his place?

You: yes, please!

You: I’ll text you when I’m done! Love u

+Day 11, Thursday, 11:02 AM

“Ah, fuck!” you cursed, biting your lips in annoyance. You turned to look at your boyfriend, “Mark, I’m not getting lunch today.”

He raised his eyebrows in confusion at you. The both of you were already queuing up for food, and now you’re not eating?

“I forgot to bring my money today,” you explained with a pout.

When you got home from Jaemin’s place yesterday, you immediately passed out after taking a cold shower. You forgot to grab some cash from your piggy bank today, where you usually kept some cash.

Mark quickly fished out his wallet and pulled out a 5 dollar bill and handed it to you.

You pushed his hand away, “Mark, it’s fine.”

He shook his head, “its fine, you’re hungry, right?”

You tip-toed to press your lips against his cheek, “I owe you frozen yoghurt after school.”

+Day 12, Friday, 2:34 PM

Marker: where r u?

You: oh shit I forgot to tell you

You: I’m with jae again!!

You: for the project

Marker: oh

Marker: why didn’t you tell me earlier haha

You: sorry ):

You: were you waiting for me?

Marker: yeah haha but it’s okay, I’m going home now

You: oh, sorry Markie ): I’ll come back early to make it up to you okay?

Marker: I’ll wait for you (:

+Day 13, Saturday, 11:18 AM

Mark continued to ignore you, despite the way you were hanging around him, trying to hold his hand to stop him from moving around, but it didn’t work.

Yesterday when you had come home really late, despite the promise you made with Mark. When Jaemin and you finished the project yesterday, Jaemin had asked you to stay a little longer at his place to Mario Kart. Forgetting that you had promise Mark just a few hours ago, you stayed at his place until almost midnight and never told Mark.

He was furious when you came back home.

Once you walked through the door with a grin on your face, Mark quickly lashed out at you.

“What happened to coming home early, y/n?” Mark asked angrily, hands crossed against his chest.

Mark only called you by your name when he was being completely serious.

“It’s almost midnight and you’re only coming back home now?” he questioned you again with his hands placed on his hips this time. You could only keep quiet and keep your head down. “Do you know how dangerous it is for a girl to go home alone at this timing?”

You bit your lips, looking down at your feet, “I didn’t walk home alone… Jaemin sent me…”

Mark could feel his heart shatter when you spoke his name. It hurt him.

“Right,” he mumbled, turning around to go back to bed.

You followed your boyfriend to your shared room, putting your bag on the chair, quickly changing to his clothes then slipping next to Mark who had his back face you.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your front against his back. “Mark.” You kissed his bare shoulder, “Are you mad?”

You let out a sigh when he ignored you, “I love you.” You whispered, pressing a long kiss on his shoulder then another on his neck. “I really do.”

When you woke up this morning, you were shocked to see your boyfriend giving you the silent treatment.

You sent him a pout when he sat down on the couch without uttering a single word. You waddled up to your boyfriend, quickly sitting on what’s yours— his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you brought your face closer to his, noticing his flushed cheeks.

“Are you still angry at me?” you asked him, you leaned closer, nose touching, “hm?” this time you quickly pressed your lips on his, “are you?”

Mark parted his lips, hands going up to hold your hips, “don’t tease.”

+Day 14, Sunday, 8:07 AM

“Who’s that?” Mark groan at the non-stop vibrations of your phone.

You turned around in Mark’s arms, grabbing your phone to see who was texting you this morning.

“It’s Jaemin,” you replied, voice still hoarse. “He wants to meet me to finish up the project.”

“No,” Mark immediately replied, pulling you back into his chest, chin resting on the top of your head. “You can meet him tomorrow, I wanna spend time with my baby.”

You closed your eyes as you smile against Mark’s chest, “I like that.”

+Day 15, Monday, 7.39 AM

“Babe!” Mark whispered harshly, shaking you by your arm, “wake up!”

You turned around, pushing his hand away, “I don’t have class today.”

Mark raised his eyebrows, confused, “you don’t?”

You shook your head, opening your eyes a little, hands going up to hold Mark’s cheeks against your hand, “I don’t. My lecturer cancelled class today.”

He sent you a sweet smile, “Okay. Go back to sleep, babe.”

Mark leaned down to kiss your head quickly before standing up to leave, but you reached out to hold his wrist, stopping him from leaving you.

“What time do you end class today?”

“4 pm.”

***

When Mark walked down the steps, he was surprised to see you waiting for him outside of school, sitting on the bench with a pout on your lips, waiting for your boyfriend.

Mark speed up his pace to go to you.

“Babe!” he called, “what are you doing here?” a huge grin plastered on his face.

“You’re always waiting for me, so I decided to do the same!” you told your boyfriend.

Mark cooed at you, placing his water bottle under his armpits as he reached out to squish your cheeks between his fingers, “you’re so cute y/n.”

You let out a whine, pulling away from his harsh grip, “let’s go.”

Before you could walk away, Mark holds you back by gripping your hand. You raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend.

“I’m craving for ice cream,” he told you cheekily.

+Day 16, Tuesday, 4:35 PM

You dip your spoon into the mango flavoured ice-cream, bringing it into your mouth, savouring the sweet taste.

“Mark, it’s your third time we’ve eaten ice cream after class this week. Are you not tired of it?” you asked the boy who was sitting opposite of you.

“Nope,” he shook his head with a small smile as he looked up at you, “never with my favourite girl.”

Blushing, you scoop some ice cream into your spoon and forcefully pushed it between Mark’s lips as his eyes glistened with happiness.

+Day 17, Wednesday, 11:18 AM

Mark had his laptop perched on his lap, his round glasses sitting on his nose while his eyes were trained on the computer.

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the floor, laptop on your right while papers filled the coffee table. Your hair was tied into a messy bun—a very ugly messy bun. You scratched your hair in frustration and let out a long exhausted sigh.

Mark had his eyes on you for a while now, he noticed how frustrated you were. And there were times where things like this happen—where you get too stressed over school and would overthink.

“You okay there, babe?” Mark asked quietly, leaning a little towards you. He hesitated on placing his hand on your shoulder—he opted not to.

You turn around to look at your boyfriend, tears brimming your eyes, nose rosy. You quickly shook your head no.

“Oh, honey.”

Mark quickly put his laptop away and took a seat next to you, immediately pulling you into his arms. Once you snuggled against his neck, tears started pouring out of your eyes. Mark wasn’t very good at comforting and you knew that.

He simply patted your back softly, placing soft kisses on your hair repeatedly.

Once you pulled away from his neck with a sniffle, Mark smiled at you, “better?”

You nodded, rubbing your nose, you looked up at him with a teary gaze, “can you help me with this?”

Despite both of you learning different things in school, that didn’t stop both of you from helping each other.

“Of course, angel.”

And Mark explained to you what you didn’t understand. It took you some time to understand him, but Mark was always patient with you.

Once you finally got it, he pressed a kiss on your temple, “you’re so smart, babe.”

+Day 18, Thursday, 4:34 PM

You waited for Mark outside of school, excited to tell him about how well you did for your presentation earlier. But Mark hasn’t come out after an hour.

The both of you were supposed to end at the same time today, but why isn’t he coming?

You fished out your phone to send your boyfriend a text,

You: helo where are you ):

You: im waiting for you outside

Unfortunately for you, he didn’t reply. To make things worse, it started raining heavily from where you were. Luckily you were waiting for him under a shelter.

With a sigh, you decided to scroll through Instagram while waiting for your boyfriend. Your eyes widened in curiosity when you noticed Mark had posted something on his Insta Story. Curious, you clicked on his profile to see a video of a girl sitting in front of him in a café.

You were pissed. Mark could’ve told you that he would be out with someone else that day—but he didn’t.

You thought of replying to his story but you didn’t, wanting to be the mature one in the relationship.

Just as you were about to leave, you heard someone call your name. Turning around, your eyes widened and a smile appeared on your lips when you noticed Jaemin running towards you.

“What are you doing here?” Jaemin asked you, “do you have an umbrella?”

You shook your head while jutting your lips out.

“Come. I’ll send you home,” he told you with a sweet smile. You opened your mouth, ready to reject his offer, but before you could, Jaemin had already held your hand, pulling you under the umbrella with him.

On the way home, Jaemin and you couldn’t stop laughing at each other’s jokes. The both of you were so bright on a gloomy day. Jaemin suggested the both of you stayed indoors for a while, which you agreed to.

Both of you stayed in a café that Jaemin had suggested. Both of you spent hours in the café laughing at jokes and trying different cakes.

When you reached home with Jaemin, you were ready to put your key in the hole, the door was opened by Mark. An angry Mark.

“What are you doing here?” Mark asked Jaemin with a sharp glare, pulling you towards his side.

“Ah, Mark, Jaemin sent me home because it was raining,” you explained, looking up at Mark.

Mark turned to you angrily, “why didn’t you—”

“Anyways, Jaemin, thank you for sending me home. I owe you one,” you quickly hugged Jaemin.

Jaemin chuckled, “anything for you, y/n.”

+Day 19, Friday, 12:48 PM

“Are you really going to fucking act this way?” you asked Mark angrily, hands placed on your hips.

Mark rolled his eyes as he walked away from you, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You followed him, annoyed at how he was avoiding you, “stop walking around when I’m talking to you!”

He stopped in his tracks and faced you, frustration spread all across his face.

“Why are you acting this way, Mark?” you asked him again, “you act like this every time I hang out with Jaemin.”

Mark took a deep breath, looking at anything but you, “maybe I don’t like you hanging out with Jaemin.”

You scoffed at your boyfriend’s words, “you know, yesterday wouldn’t have happened if you told me you were going out with someone.”

He kept quiet this time, he wasn’t sure what to say. Mark looked at you before walking away from you again.

“Fine! Just leave like at times like this! Just like you always do!” you yelled out at him, “so childish,” you mumbled under your breath.

+Day 20, Saturday, 8:56 PM

“Fucking Mark Lee,” you cursed, “always being childish over something small,” you rambled on, throwing the pan in the sink loudly, “why is he even my fucking boyfriend? Why did I even accept him?”

When you woke up today, Mark was gone. You didn’t think much about it, but when Mark wasn’t home after 3 pm, you started getting annoyed. You woke up at 8 am today, meaning he had left even before you had woken up.

The moment you checked his Insta Story, he had left to hang out with the same girl 2 days ago.

“Did he think I would get jealous over that dumb girl?” you scoffed, scrubbing the dishes roughly, “he thought wrong.”

At first, you didn’t think much about it, but after a few hours, you started stalking the girl’s account and constantly checked if Mark had uploaded anything on his Insta Story.

“I hate Mark. He’s so good at making me feel like shit.”

Just as you said that, you heard the front door slam. You took a deep breath before approaching Mark.

You went up to him, stopping him with your small figure, “Where were you?” you asked.

“What are you? My mom?” he rolled his eyes. “I was with someone.”

Mark walked past you but you stopped him again as he let out an annoyed sigh.

“Who?”

He turned around in exasperation, “Naeun.”

You crossed your arms, “since when did you both get close, huh?” you asked.

“Since she told me she liked me.”

+Day 21, Sunday, 10:09 PM

Today, Mark didn’t go out. You didn’t either.

You couldn’t stop thinking about what Mark had said yesterday. So mark went out with someone who had feelings for him.

Does she know Mark has a girlfriend? Will Mark like her back? Will Mark leave you? Has Mark fallen out of love?

You broke out of a daze when you felt something nudge your hand. You looked up at Mark who was looking down at you.

“Huh?” you asked, stunned.

He nodded his chin towards the bowl he was holding, “Eat,” he told you. You raised your eyebrows at him. He looked away, clearing his throat, “you haven’t eaten anything the whole day.”

You looked down at the bowl. Mark had made fried rice with a messy egg laid on top. A small smile spread across your lips.

He still cares.

You gripped the bowl in your hand, “thank you.”

+Day 22, Monday, 7:37 PM

“Hey,” Mark nudged your shoulder, “do you want anything?”

“What are you getting?” you asked, however, your eyes were fixed on your laptop as your lips bit on the string of your—Mark’s hoodie.

“Western.”

You frown, shaking your head, “No, I’m good.”

“Kay.”

***

The smell of fish & chips hit your nose, as you immediately looked up to see where the smell was coming from. Your eyes landed on Mark who had his plate of food sited on his lap.

You lick your lips at the sight and smell of the delicious food. Mark squint his eyes mischievously at you.

“Mark,” you called, “can I have some?” you asked, looking up at your boyfriend with a glint of hope in your eyes.

Your boyfriend didn’t hesitate to cut up a piece and dip it in the sauce and feed you. You looked up at your boyfriend with a cute smile while munching on the delicious food as you went back to focus on your work.

20 minutes later, instead of Mark eating, he was feeding you instead.

“I thought you didn’t want any,” Mark grumbled while placing the fork between your lips.

You looked up at Mark playfully, sending him a cheeky smile, “it’s really good.”

“Really?” Mark feigned confusion, “I never tried it,” he said plainly with a straight face.

You pursed your lips and grabbed the cutleries from his hold, cutting a piece of the fish and bringing up to his lips. Mark's hands went up to your wrist to help you feed him as he ate with gusto.

“Good?”

+Day 23, Tuesday, 5:17 PM

“Babe, I’m gonna meet Naeun, are you going to be okay?” Mark asked you, taking off his top, searching for a clean shirt.

You bit your lip. Naeun was the reason both of you had a big fight the other day. Why is Mark still going out with her? Furthermore, she had a crush on your boyfriend, you were afraid if she would steal your man away from you.

Mark jumped on the bed as he leaned towards you, “you okay?”

You looked down at him and sent him a fake smile. “I’m fine. What time are you coming back?” you asked softly, looking at away from Mark and directing your attention to your phone.

Mark suddenly grabbed your hands, pressing a kiss against it, as you looked at him in shock. “Baby,” he said, “if you don’t like me hanging out with Naeun, you can tell me,” he told you.

You kept quiet.

“Do you like me going out with Naeun?” he asked once more.

Both of you have never gotten jealous before, and you didn’t want to break that.

You shook your head, “you can go out with her,” you told him with a nod, your attention going back to your phone.

Whatever you said was the opposite of what you were feeling. You didn’t want Mark to go out with her at all. You didn’t like the idea of someone else going out with your person.

Mark sighed, “Don’t lie to me.”

You finally put your phone down and faced your boyfriend, “fine.” You sighed, “I don’t like the both of you going out together.”

“Why not?” he questioned, holding back a smile.

You wanted to roll your eyes. He was doing this on purpose.

“I…I don’t want you to fall out of love with me,” you whispered, “I don’t want to see you leave me and love someone else.”

Mark sent you a sweet smile, “you don’t have to worry because that will never happen.”

+Day 24, Wednesday, 1:55 PM

“Done?” Mark questions, you nodded. “Let’s go.”

He passed you your bag, while he grabs his own. “I’ll send you to class.”

You raised your eyebrows at his words, “isn’t your class at the other end of the building?”

Both of you shared your timetable with each other at the start of the year, and you knew where his class were at.

“It’s okay,” he sent you a sweet smile, “I’ll make it in time.”

+Day 25, Thursday, 11:08 AM

“Hi, Mark,” Naeun waved at Mark sending him a flirty smile while tucking her hair behind her ear. “Who is this?” she asked, looking at you.

You wanted to roll your eyes at the glare she was sending you.

“She’s my girlfriend. I told you about her,” Mark stated, his arms wrapping around your waist protectively.

“Ah,” Naeun gasped softly. “well, um, I was thinking if you want to go out today? I got an extra ticket for—”

Mark frowned, “I can’t, I’m hanging out with my girl today. Sorry, Naeun!”

Right after saying that, both you and Mark walked away, with you giggling next to him.

+Day 26, Friday, 10:00 AM

You: Markie!!!!!

Markie Pooh: what do you want bitch ass

You: rude!!

You: I need to borrow your sweater ;;

Markie Pooh: ): why

Markie Pooh: it’s my fav sweater babey ):

You: its so cold in this room ):

You: I’m literally freezing rn

Markie Pooh: argh fine

Markie Pooh: you’re so spoiled wtf

Markie Pooh: what room r u in bby

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loudsuitlover · 4 years

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Doctor Harry XIX. Cuarto movimiento: La realidad

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

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“You take off your clothes.” He whispers. “If you’re brave enough to wear that around me, you should be brave enough to undress yourself in front of me.” He smirks.

My eyebrows raise on my forehead and I give him a little smirk. He chuckles.

“D’you want a show?”

He grins as he nods, resting his back on the couch.

“And what do I get in return?”

“Oh, you’ll find out after the show.”

BLUE’S POV

Coco and I are late. When we enter the café, I tell the waitress Olivia’s name and she leads us to our table. The three of them are already sitting on the table and Ollie smiles relieved at our presence. She might be really hungry or maybe she just doesn’t know what to do about Marie and Jason.

They had a fight the other day. Apparently, it had to do with David Dick. Marie said something bad about it, also known as the truth, but Jason said she shouldn’t be talking about him to people who didn’t even known them. I have stayed out of this. No one has asked for my opinion either, thank God, so I’m just on backstage, waiting for them to make up.

The second Coco and I sit down, Ollie waves the waitress. She tells us we can think what we want while they order but I already know what I want anyway. A strawberry milkshake and the Nutella croissant. Coco orders a waffle and a vanilla milkshake and Marie gets surprised at our quickness. I just smile at her.

I tell them about the wedding while we eat and they keep swooning and making comments that make me blush. I show them the hundreds of pictures we got, for his mum and his cousin Laura had been stealing shots at us and also the photographer of the wedding thought it important to get pictures of the bride’s brother.

“Jesus Christ, he looked good.” Ollie says.

I laugh and she gives me a naughty smile.

“So do you, of course.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“No, seriously, Blue” Coco insists “you looked like a movie star.”

I don’t know how many times Coco’s seen the photos but she’s always been the supportive sister and ever since she’s in love, it’s just been something else. She’s so happy she has enough bliss to give the rest of us.

“Can you believe” Ollie says when she comes back from the loo “that I’ve forgotten to put on knickers?”

“What do you mean you’ve forgotten?” Coco laughs.

“I’m just not wearing any.” She shrugs.

“And you realize now?”

“When I went to the loo.”

Marie shakes her head with a smile and I chuckle at my friend’s careless being.

“Yeah and she would have been terribly late if I hadn’t called her.” Marie says. “It looks like she had a busy night with Mario.”

Olivia smiles.

“Right, because Adam and you were surely asleep at 9 pm.”

Jason laughs out loud.

“So Indie, what time did you go to bed last night?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Actually, pretty early. I think it was like 10 pm and I slept alone. In my own bed.”

“Oh, did Harry have work?”

“No” I chuckle “he was home, I guess. We don’t spend every minute together, you know?”

JJ shrugs.

“If I were with a man who could pull off a white fucking suit like Harry, I know I would be with him every minute.”

Then it’s me who shakes my head and laughs.

We haven’t been out all together since last week when we went shopping and even then, Jason wasn’t there so it feels like ages that we don’t just chat around and have something sweet together.

Marie tells us about her grandparent’s golden wedding too and we all drool over the pictures because they look so adorable.

“¡Madre mía, Marie!” My sister says. “You look so good too! Look at that red dress! Where was the red carpet, madam?”

Marie blushes and giggles and Jason smiles tenderly at my sister. I see the way Olivia’s looking at her, with her teasing smile, and I know Coco’s in for some Olivia jokes.

“Guido must be good.”

Coco’s confused eyes drift to Olivia’s.

“Or have a huge dick.”

My sister clicks her tongue and shakes her head giving our crazy friend a look but she just smiles.

“If it has anything to do with genetics” she starts “that should be the case.”

We all laugh and my sister’s cheeks tinge pink.

“Oh my God, it is!” Jason celebrates.

He seems so happy. He’s been laughing and joking around and even though sometimes he still gets a little into his own head, I reckon he’s gotta have to deal with a lot of thinking these next months. I remember when Javier and I broke up, it was like that for me too. Yet that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

I wish him and Marie would make up. They are good for one another. They complement each other like sweet and sour and I know Marie’s sorry. I can tell by the way she looks at him.

After breakfast, the five of us go shopping. I’m not a big fan of shopping, to be honest, I get headaches and hate trying clothes on but these guys love it so that’s what we’ll do. Coco and Ollie are a very dangerous duo. If it wasn’t for the rest of us, they’d be in debt by now.

They make Jason walk into Agent Provocateur even though he tries to remind us that he’s actually bisexual and can’t really give his opinion on this without getting killed.

“You can keep saying you’re bisexual, you know? But you’re gay, pal.” Olivia says.

“Again, the fact that I am not sexually attracted to you does not make me gay.” Jason smirks.

“No, I know, it’s the fact that you always look at guys.”

“I look at girls too. I just don’t tell you about it.”

“And who exactly would kill you?” I tease him, changing Olivia’s crusade on making him gay. “Mario and Adam are teddy bears, Guido’s shorter than you and Harry’s not jealous.”

He laughs.

“D’you think Harry wouldn’t mind if I saw you in lingerie?”

“I don’t think so, no.”

Jason smirks. I know it might be hard for him to understand but he is a jealous guy. He knows that, we all do. But Harry isn’t or if he is he handles it like a master and I think that’s the most beautiful thing he could do for me. I never understood why my friends in high school thought when their boyfriends acted like cavemen was something to be happy about. I mean I never really understood that well-trodden thought “he’s jealous because he loves me.” No. “He deals with his own jealousy and lets me be free because he loves me.” That’s how I see it.

“Should we get the same set?” Ollie asks Coco. “You know, in order to surprise the Matteoti brothers.”

My sister blushes and giggles and Olivia grins.

“I hope to God they don’t talk about that to each other.”

Olivia giggles.

“I used to think every man did but I actually think Mario doesn’t.”

“And you’re offended by that?” I offer.

Jason walks towards us swaying his hips like Beyoncé placing a bra over his sweater and the knickers over his jeans and Coco laughs and rushes to his side to stop him. The two of them go to the “funny section” where the crazy lingerie sets are.

I see my sister laughing at whatever it is that crazy Jason is telling her about the outfits.

“No, I just don’t know how he’s still with me.” Ollie says.

I frown as I turn to look at her.

“Hey, guys, do you like these ones?” Marie shows us a red lace crazy knickers with holes where fabric should be.

“I have no idea how you put those on.” Ollie shrugs.

“What do you mean?” I interrupt her.

“I genuinely don’t know with these many holes, it’s-”

“No, I mean about Mario.”

“What about him?” Marie asks.

“She just said she doesn’t know why he’s still with her.”

“What?” Marie frowns.

We both look at Ollie, whose blue-grey eyes are busy with the underwear she’s holding.

“I just don’t know how someone that’s… such a saint can be with me.”

I look at Marie but she just shrugs and gives me her best pursed lips.

“I mean… You guys are very different but that doesn’t mean anything.”

“I like him.” Olivia confesses. “I really do, what I don’t like is to constantly feel like I’m waiting for the moment he realizes he doesn’t want to be with me.”

“Why do you say that?” Marie frowns. “I think it’s rather obvious that he’s crazy about you.”

“Yeah,” Ollie tilts her neck “now.”

“You are wonderful and it might not work out but that’s that. Every single relationship might not work out but that’s when you show you’re brave. If you get hurt, well, here we are for chocolate ice-cream or popcorn and movies.”

“Thank you,” she chuckles “but that’s not even what I meant. You guys know I’ve… Fucked around.”

“So?”

“Guys don’t like to thrust their dicks in a public hole.”

Her words freeze my blood. I hate that she thinks so low of herself and I hate society for putting that idea on her mind. I can’t pretend I understand her and I don’t know what I would think if I were her so as much as I want to tell her that’s silly, it might not be. I mean it certainly isn’t if it’s something she really thinks but also, I feel bad and I feel bad because I have been a part of that thought, unconsciously but I have.

I told Harry I didn’t want to be another notch on his belt. Isn’t that the same thing? Only, with men. But didn’t I somehow make him less worth it just because he had been with a lot of girls?

“Don’t you ever speak that way about yourself again.” Marie threatens her.

I am taken aback by her reaction but I let protective Marie take the lead her. I am foolishly speechless.

“I won’t even comment on how degrading and sexist the “public hole” thing is because what’s important here is that you are not a hole, Ollie, for goodness’ sake. Do you really think Mario sees you like that?”

“This is not about Mario.” Olivia defends him.

“Still, don’t insult him by thinking so little of him.”

“And don’t think so little of yourself either, Ollie.” I add. “Fighting sexism starts with oneself, don’t be sexist to yourself, let yourself be free, yeah? And just for the record, if Mario ever left you, it’s clearly his lost.”

“So clearly.” Marie adds.

Olivia just chuckles and wraps her arms around both our shoulders, pulling us into a hug in the middle of the underwear store.

I want to tell her to talk to Mario, to let him in and let him hear how she feels and what she thinks so he can have a chance at telling her the same things about himself but I couldn’t bring myself to be such a hypocrite. How could I tell my friends to talk to their boyfriends when I never do that with Harry?

I mean, we’re getting better or at least I think we are but there are still so many things to work on. I don’t want to hurt him and that means I don’t ever want to talk to him like I usually do. I’ve been thinking so hard about it, since that day he insulted me when we were having dinner at Bellamond. It sounded so terrible and it made me feel so little and unwanted and stupid so to think that’s how he’s felt every time I’ve done it makes me very angry with myself.

I’ve already seen how easy it really is to talk to him. I did at Marie’s house after I said those terrible things to him and he hasn’t made a big deal of it. So then I don’t understand why it is so hard for me to talk to him about what I think, how I feel and what I want… Because the truth is- I want him. He already knows that, I think, but I don’t think he knows how I really feel about him.

I would like to maybe text him right now and tell him I miss him, because it’s true, I do. I’ve barely seen him this week because he went on a congress from Monday to Wednesday and after that we’ve both been busy but I don’t know what’s holding me back. Am I really that scared of rejection?

I can’t get our fight on Marie’s house of my head. I think he let me know that night that he was addicted to me but he didn’t mean it like a good thing. He was sad that I was. I keep thinking lately… Did Javier really break that much?

What if that relationship has turned me into an abuser? I can’t believe I called Harry a junkie. I just… And then what? Then I cried so he would forgive me? I mean that’s what they do. Am I toxic to him?

I know ever since Dylan died I haven’t really been myself. I don’t even like the person that he left behind. I have felt… Empty and cold and heartless, I really have but… That has changed now. It has changed. But what if it has turned me into some sort of monster? What if I’m not capable of loving?

Out of all the people in the world who doesn’t deserve that, Harry’s the one who least deserves any of that.

“You can tell me.” Jason says.

We’re both sitting down on two velvety armchairs as the girls try things on. I give him a look.

“Whatever is troubling you, you can tell me.”

I sigh.

“Do you think I’m cold?” My eyes investigate his so he can’t lie.

“How do you mean?” His eyes narrow.

“I mean… Do you think… Do I remind you of David?”

“Of David?” He almost stands up from his chair as he frowns and turns to look at me. “You? Of course not! You’re nothing like David!”

“Well, you don’t know the way I treat Harry…”

Jason straightens his back before he sighs.

“Well, why don’t you tell me what you did so I can decide?”

“Because I’m embarrassed.” I shrug.

“You’re sorry, that’s what you are, which means you’re nothing like David.”

“What if I am? It’s not enough with being sorry, is it? The thing is never doing it again and I keep hurting him.”

“How?”

“I… I speak very harshly to him sometimes and I tell him terrible things… I… I don’t want to hurt him, you know? He’s become someone important to me, someone I care about. I would never hurt him and yet I keep doing just that and I don’t even know why.”

I look away from him and Jason sighs again.

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”

I tilt my neck to look back at him the moment he quotes The Perks of Being a Wallflower. He’s stern and understanding. I frown, I don’t know what the fuck does that have to do with anything of this but I listen because I love this guy more than I love most people.

“Indie” He reaches for my hand “is it possible that you do that when you feel like he’s getting too close?”

I look away. I don’t think it matters why I do it. I don’t think it would have hurt less that I had known the reason why Javier had me tied up on the bed. And what if the reason doesn’t have a solution? I mean what if the reason is my subconscious is trying to put him away from Dylan’s place? What do I do about that?

“Indie, I can’t pretend I understand what it’s like to lose somebody you love as much as you loved Dylan-”

“I love Dylan.” I correct him.

“You love Dylan, sorry. But… Dylan… I mean… D’you think he would want you to be lonely?”

I don’t answer him nor do I look into his eyes that investigate me.

“Put on his shoes.” He whispers. “Imagine the story the other way, imagine you were him and he was yourself. What would you want for him?”

I let his words take me to that parallel world sometimes I wished it was the real one. If I had died that night, then Dylan would be here and if angels existed then I would be the one for him and I would look after him and protect him from whatever cloud angels get on the sky. But what if I saw him with another woman? What if I heard the same things he said to me said to her? What if he loved her more than he loved me? What would I be then?

I remember my therapist trying to sow that idea in my head- that we have to let go, that no person can live in the past forever, and that letting go doesn’t mean disrespecting. I wonder where’s the balance, I wonder if someday I’ll be able to find a way to feel good without feeling like I’ve forgotten all about him. But I know what I would want if I had been the one dead that night.

“I would want him to be loved.”

I feel tears on my lacrimal and Jason’s hand wraps around my arm and gently squeezes me.

“I know that’s what he would want to.” He whispers.

“I haven’t been able to go to his grave once.” I whisper. “I think if I could… Talk to him… Maybe let him now, I love him and I always will but… I think I love someone else.”

I hear Jason taking a deep breath and only then I realize what I just said. I tilt my neck so I can see his face. I don’t know what I’m expecting neither do I know why I’m expecting him to judge me. But he just smiles.

“I already knew that. Your face lightens up when he’s around or when someone talks about him. I saw that on Marie’s house the other weekend.”

I take a deep breath and give up. He’s right.

“Don’t worry, it’s the same for him. He treated you like a queen and was always looking after you and I think you guys understand each other pretty well.”

“We understand each other? We fight like cat and dog.”

“The way I see it, you’ve had your misunderstandings but you’ve always figured it out. D’you think any other person would have stick around long enough for you to figure each other out? And I’m not talking just about him, I mean, he’s got some issues too.” He frowns.

I finally chuckle. He does have some issues but they don’t come close to all the other good things he has.

“You know, I’m happy you got him. It makes it easier for me to finally do what I’ve always wanted.” He smiles.

“What is that?”

“The States.”

My mouth shuts. My lips pursed and I want to cry.

“The States? You’re leaving too?”

First Ollie and now him. No, no, no, there’s no way Marie and I are going to overcome this. They can’t leave; he can’t leave. I need him. My pulse accelerates. I never thought I was going to be losing my best friends so fast. He smirks and nods his head.

“I need it, Indie. I didn’t go because of David and he… He treated me like shit throughout the entire relationship and I didn’t lose you guys because you are fucking angels from another planet but I think I just need to go away for some time, figure myself out, do what I want for a change.”

I take a deep breath. I really need to stop being so selfish. I don’t even know how long for he’s planning on leaving but the least thing I can do as a decent friend is to support him not matter what. I’ll miss him, sure, but I won’t lose him just because he goes to another continent. He’d have to change his name and go to a secret location for me to lose him.

“If that’s what you want and what you think you need, I’m all in.” I smile. “I’m gonna fucking miss you but I’m happy that you’re doing your thing. I hope you know, even when you were with David, you never changed the person you really are and I think that says a lot about you. What happened to you was not your fault, it was his, and it could have happened to anyone. God knows we both know how they find the way to get into your mind. but you’ve always been more than what happened to you.”

He frowns despite his smile and I can tell that’s his way to try and hold back the tears. He wipes the ones that scape out before he holds my hand.

“I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.”

“And you call me dramatic but look at what speech you gave for three months that I’m leaving.”

“You’re leaving for three months?” I frown and he laughs. “Then why would you say it like that? I thought you were leaving for good.”

He laughs.

“And miss your wedding and your pregnancy with Harry’s babies? Never.”

“Hey, hop off the horse!” We both chuckle.

“Just be honest with him, Indie.” He tilts his neck. “You’ve got him here” he flexes his fingers to gesture a handful and taps a finger on it “and here” he taps a finger on his chest where his heart is and I smile. “Now, why don’t you get some sexy ass lingerie for him?” He wriggles his eyebrows. “The straight guy in me can help you decide.”

“You’re on.” I smile.

I try on about five of them. The girls are the judges but they all know I’ll end up choosing whatever I like. I never listen to advices when it comes about clothes. I know what I like and what I don’t and that’s that.

I do have a thing for underwear. It’s the only thing I actually enjoy buying so most of my underwear is cute and lace or silk or nice soft cotton but I do get excited at the idea of surprising Harry with something sexier than usual.

Maybe high stockings would do, I could wear a skirt and underneath it some high stockings hooked up to the waist of a lace bodysuit or something like that. I find a black lace one almost see through except from some parts strategically covered with the black flowery pattern, the cut between my legs and my nipples. The straps are silk and from the one around my waist, the two clasps for the stockings fall on my thighs. I love it.

After getting our underwear and going go with JJ to the male section of Gucci and Yves Saint Laurent, we finally sit down on a terrace surrounded by bags and have a drink. I order a Martini because I guess I’m feeling fancy after all and my friends order a sort of fancy cocktail each, except from Coco that goes with a beer. Her and Ollie are the ones who look fancier by far, Marie does too but in a way that lets you know she’s the good girl in the family, whereas Ollie looks like the one who’s always late to family meetings and Coco looks straight out of a magazine and yet there she is with a beer on her hand not caring about the contrast one bit.

In front of the terrace, there’s an Italian restaurant where there are two guys at the door, opening them for the clients. I have caught them staring at me more than once but every time I look the look away. I’m afraid I even have a boob out with all the staring but when I look down I realize I don’t. Jason’s sitting next to me and I wonder whether he’s noticed too or I’m just being paranoid. I look up at them and one of them look to the floor. Jason laughs.

“Geez, they could get a photo.” Jason says.

Alright, I’m not crazy.

“You’ve noticed too?”

“They haven’t taken their eyes off you since you sat down.” He chuckles. “And I’m sitting right here, I could be your boyfriend for all they know.”

Olivia tilts her neck and turns her head around being the blatant bitch she is before she gives me a smile.

“Well, they can keep trying, they’re trying to get in the place of an Armani underwear model.”

I roll my eyes and so does Marie. My eyes drift to her.

“You’re so exaggerated.”

“He could be one.” I defend him.

My friends and sister giggle and I blush but join in. It’s true, he could really be one and I miss him and want to see him.

Ollie’s call coincides with the moment Jason gets up from our table to go to the toilet and Marie gives my sister a smile.

“Coco, how are things with Guido? Are you happy?”

“Oh, I’m very happy.” She smiles. “I’ve never had this before, you know? Knowing my feelings are reciprocated. It just feels great.”

“Oh, I’m happy to hear that. You deserve someone like that.”

“So do you.” I tell Marie. “How’s everything with Adam?”

“He’s a dream.” Marie shakes her head. “I do worry that everything is too good.”

“Why?”

“Well, he’s so gentle and loving and caring… I keep thinking when it is going to end.”

“Why would it end? I mean, obviously there’s always like the first few months where everything is just perfect and all that and after that there’s more comfort and less romanticism but… Don’t worry about that. It’ll come naturally.”

“See? But that’s what I don’t want! I don’t want him to walk in the bathroom while I’m peeing or for him to see me with my hair on a towel and a face mask on.”

Coco giggles.

“Well, maybe not now, but it’ll eventually happen if you guys stay together for long enough.”

She looks away from us and takes a deep breath before she speaks.

“The other day he told me to leave some things at his place.” She all but whispers as if it was some sort of secret. “Well, he got micellar water even though he didn’t know what that was because I told him once that I couldn’t stay over at his house because I didn’t have my micellar water to wash my face.”

“Aw.” Coco rests a hand on her chest and Marie’s lips pursed.

I giggle.

“And why is that a bad thing?”

“It’s not a bad thing.” She shakes her head. “It’s just… Are we not moving too fast?”

“I mean he asked you to leave stuff at his house because you need stuff. It’s not like he asked you to move in. I stay over at Harry’s all the time.”

“Don’t you think I’ll freak him out when he realizes I’m a high maintenance girl?”

“I mean, Marie” Coco’s sweet tone makes my friend look at her “I think he might have an idea already?”

“I mean” I giggle “he’s been to your house.”

“Yeah, but my skincare is all carefully kept in the bathroom cabinet.”

“Well” I smile “I don’t think that’ll be a deal breaker.”

She sighs.

“Maybe some day you can let him in the bathroom while you do your skincare routine. I do not think he’s gonna be faced by that.”

Her brown, good-girl’s eyes investigate mine whilst she considers my idea. I can’t believe she actually think that would be a problem. Adam is crazy about him. I don’t think there’s anything she can say that would make him not want her.

Jason comes back before Ollie does but it doesn’t take her long to stand next to our table.

“Guys, this was a very lovely day” she starts “but I won’t lie to you. Mario just called me, he said he had a hard day at the hospital today and I want to cheer him up with incredible sex and cuddles so-”

“We did not need to know about the incredible sex.” Marie tells her but Ollie just smiles.

“And of course you can leave to be with your lover, Ollie, no need to explain anything to us.”

“Right.” She smiles. “Then see you, guys.”

With that she picks up her uncountable bags and leaves and Marie bites her bottom lip.

“I think I’m gonna leave too, guys. I have a skincare routine to share with someone special.” She smiles at Coco and me and we both laugh.

“What?” Jason chuckles looking at both Coco and me. “I’m kind of tired too, girls. Your shopping gave me a headache.”

“I’m pretty sure you bought more stuff than me.” I reprimand him but he just rolls his eyes.

“Anyway, I love you all. See you.”

Coco and I walk together to her car and on the way there we both chat about how the group has changed in just a few months. It’s like we’ve grown up more in this year than we have in the last five. Jason went out of a terrible relationship and came out being stronger and more confident than ever and he’s going to the States for that internship he wanted; Ollie’s finally moved on from Jack and her inner crisis and seems to be done with being insecure and afraid of love; lovely Marie found her knight in shinning armour and is living the dream; and even Coco and me left the past behind and meet someone great.

I might miss the way things used to be because they’ve been like that for a long time but… I think they’re only getting better.

I dare to do it, if Marie’s going to show her skincare routine to Adam and Mario called Olivia because he had a hard day and needed comfort, I can tell him.

Indie: Miss you x

I rest my phone on my thigh and look out the window trying not to torture myself if he doesn’t answer straight away. He might be busy, he might be asleep even or he might be with his family.

Harry: Fuck, I miss you too

I grin like a kid on Christmas morning. Harry’s typing…

Harry: Are you done with your friends?

Indie: Yes :)

Harry: Can I see you?

Indie: Yes :)

Harry: Bien

I giggle like a teenager and Coco tilts her neck to give me an amused look. She’s not used to it.

“Do I drive you home or directly to Harry’s?”

“Do you have plans?”

“I wanna go home to shower but I’m going out with Guido afterwards.”

“Are you taking the car?”

“Yes.”

“Do you mind dropping me at Harry’s then? So I can shower and stuff before too.”

“Sure, no problem.”

“Awesome. Thank you.”

Harry: Did you have dinner?

Indie: Yes.

Indie: Are you at home?

Harry: Yes, I am. Are you coming?

Indie: Are you inviting me?

Harry: You’re always invited, love.

Indie: Then how about I visit you in an hour?

Harry: Can’t wait xxx

After the shower, I butter my body with my strawberry and vanilla body lotion and put on my new lingerie set before I put on some lip balm and mascara. I put on a terracotta colour soft woollen sweater and a high waist black denim mini skirt that covers my stocking so they look like normal tights.

I’m excited to see Harry but on the way to his apartment while Coco drives and tells me about some of Guido’s jokes that had her laughing last time they saw each other, the excitement turns into nervousness.

Will he think this is too much? Will he find it funny? Because I would be mortified if he does and after all, this is not a special occasion. It’s just a random Friday night. Oh, God, he might think I’m crazy.

As I stand on the lift to his apartment, my sister’s compliment on my outfit gives me some nerve. I mean it’s just Harry. If he finds it funny or thinks it’s too much, I can always play it cool and pretend it was a joke all along.

He’s waiting by the door with a big smile when the lift doors opened and I make my way towards him keeping both hands on my brown jacket. He takes it and places it on the couch before we make our way towards his living room.

“Would you like anything to drink?” He offers.

“Um, maybe a cup of tea?”

He smiles amused.

“I was thinking you were going to say something alcoholic because it’s a Friday after all but you always surprise me, Blue.”

I chuckle.

“How was your day?”

“Good.” He nods his head as he turns the kettle on and takes two cups from the cupboard. “I had lunch with my mum. She asked me about you.” He gives me a smile that melts me. “How was yours?”

“Good too. We had coffee and then went shopping until we were hungry so we had a dinner and then a drink.”

“Sounds like torture to me.”

I laugh at his comment.

“That is not true. I’ve seen your closet, you’re into fashion.”

He smiles dimply because he knows I’ve caught him. God, I have seen him smile countless times in the last five months but still it makes my heart skips a beat. I approach him when he’s giving me his back checking on the water in the kettle and when he turns his head for he noticed my presence, I’m inches away from him. He wraps his arms around me and understands what I want so he leans down and kisses me. I let my tongue tell him how much I missed him and he hums as it pushes between his lips and caresses his. His hands find my ass and I moan against his mouth but the kiss is sweet and tender and we only pull apart when the kettle whistles.

We sit down on the couch and have our cups of tea as he tells me more about his lunch with his mum and I tell him more about my day. He also tells me about his congress and about an interesting case he had this week and I realize then how easy it is to talk to him. I didn’t realize there were these many things I wanted to tell him until I had him in front of me.

He’s been very handsy too and I’m sure so have I even if I don’t notice, but his hands have never left my legs and I’ve been a little nervous that he might move them a little higher and realize what I’m wearing but so far, he’s just been respectfully caressing my knee or calves.

“How is Jason doing?” He asks.

I find it so sweet that he asks about my friends.

“He’s better. Yeah, I think he’s doing good. He’s going to the States though.” My hand finds its bicep as I try to catch his undivided attention even though I already have it.

“What do you mean he’s going to the States?”

“Well, it’s only for three months.” I turn the drama off a little. “It’s this internship he got while he was with David Dick, he said no because David wanted him to stay but apparently he’s gotten a second chance and he said yes this time.”

“Wow, that’s great. Your friends are as nerdy as you.” He giggles.

“I’m not going anywhere though.”

“Yeah, thank God.”

He grins and his hands find my hips before he pulls me closer until I’m straddling him. He captures my lips with his in a long peck. Still, somehow, he hasn’t seen my stockings. I peck his lips again.

“Nah, I’m kidding, I would be very happy for you if you were going abroad for an internship or something too. You know that, right?”

I nod my head.

“I would miss you a lot though.” I confess and he grins.

“I would miss you too.”

I kiss him again and he kisses me back in a long, loving kiss until I pull away.

“I haven’t asked you: what did you get today?”

I lick my lips and feel my cheeks heating up. I’m sure when women wear these things, they don’t feel so shy. Plus, I have no reasons to feel shy when all Harry’s done is worship my body. I don’t know why I’m even doubting myself. He’s going to love it.

“I can show you.” I whisper.

I can feel his heartbeat accelerating under my hand and smile. Every doubt I’ve ever had flees my mind as I grab a handful of my sweater over my belly and pull from it so as to get it out of the hem of my skirt. His green eyes drop to my hand and his hands adjust to my hips over him. He swallows.

When my sweater springs free from my skirt, I just pull it up so he can see my lingerie bodysuit over my belly and his fingers sink of my hips as his lips part.

“Fuck me.” He whispers.

My lips curl up into a grin as his eyes search mine.

“You perfectly know what you do to me.”

His hand squeezes my hip once and I almost moan but then he takes his hands off me and rests them on the couch next to his hips.

“Well, do you want to see it or not?” I whisper.

He nods his head but doesn’t say a word. His eyes challenge me.

“You take off your clothes.” He whispers. “If you’re brave enough to wear that around me, you should be brave enough to undress yourself in front of me.” He smirks.

My eyebrows raise on my forehead and I give him a little smirk. He chuckles.

“D’you want a show?”

He grins as he nods, resting his back on the couch.

“And what do I get in return?”

“Oh, you’ll find out after the show.”

His green eyes, playful and filled on lust, narrow and this time it’s my pulse that accelerates. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I rest my weight on him as I get up from his lap and find my phone still on my purse. I go on Spotify and play Love Is A Bitch by Two Feet and hand him the phone so he can hear the song better. His grin turns nervous.

I have never done this before and I have no idea of how to dance for an striptease but here goes nothing. I sway my hips slowly much like I do when I’m fucking him because I already know he likes it from the times we have danced together. His eyes are set on me but instead of feeling nervous, I feel sexy and hot and lucky that he’s looking at me like that.

I turn around and give him my back before I bend over sticking my ass in the air to get my shoes off. Barefoot, I turn around and unbutton and unzip my skirt pushing it down my legs and letting him see my mid-thigh stockings. The corners of his lips curl up and he silently mouths fuck me.

Funny, I’m thinking the same thing. I caress myself like I’d like him to do, starting with the sides of my thighs and my hips and then my belly and my flanks, pulling my sweater up. I cup my own breasts under the sweater and don’t miss the way his Adam’s apple bops as he swallows. Still swaying slowly to the music, I grab the hem of my sweater and take it off dropping it on the floor.

I stand before him on my lingerie and feel fire burning inside me as his eyes roam my body up and down. He’s shifted his position on the couch but I can intuit the bulge between his legs.

“Do you want me to go on?” I whisper.

He shakes his head.

“Come here.”

I do as I’m told and his touch cuts my breathing halfway. His hand sticks to the exposed skin on my thigh and lustfully moves up to my hip where he squeezes.

“You must be fake.” He almost chuckles and I do.

“I’m real” I rest one knee on the couch next to his thigh and resting my hands on his shoulders, I straddle him “and yours.”

“Fuck.”

His fingertips press on the back of my neck and our mouths find each other with greed. The way he’s looked at me and the way he’s touched me and how hard I can now feel him against the inner side of my thigh drives me crazy and I push my tongue inside his mouth hungrily. My eagerness takes him by surprise but he’s just as eager as I am judging by the strength of his tongue against mine and the squeezes of his hands on my flesh. He pulls away but my mouth follows his blindly.

“Calm down, love” he chuckles against my lips “we’ve got all night. Let me enjoy you.”

I pout but instead of getting another kiss, he grins. I can’t say I’m disappointed with the outcome of my pouting. I love that he still looks like a child when he grins even when he’s acting so much like a man, full of lust and need.

“How did I do?”

Grinning, he takes my hand and lets me feel his hard on. It excites me to the point that my walls clench. He’s so hard and so hot… I want him inside me now. No, I don’t want him, I need him.

“I had never done that before.” I confess.

“Are you serious?”

I nod timidly and he sighs.

“You’re a natural then. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen and this thing…” His fingers caress my bodysuit “fucking hell, Blue, I’m gonna be dreaming about this.”

I laugh.

“Now you have to show me what I get for it.”

He grins and licks his lips as he tilts his neck.

“Well, when did the show end? You did ask me if I wanted you to go on.”

“And you said no.” I frown.

“Because I don’t want you to take this off just yet.” His tongue licks my lips like a cat. “But… If you want, I would love to watch you first.”

“Watch me?” I frown. “Doing what?”

He grins. He takes my hand in his and brings them both to my sex making me cup my dripping lips myself. I breathe in through my nose. He’s so close to me and he’s smiling in the way that turns my insides into jelly and I’m so wet and so needy… I need some relief now.

“I want you to touch yourself for me, baby.”

“You mean… Right here on top of you?”

He nods slowly but his fingers move over mine and make me caress myself. He does that a few more times before he removes his hand and lets me work alone. I keep doing what he was doing before and press circles on my clit as my eyes set on him. His hands hold my hips to give me more balance and I slip my fingers underneath the soaked fabric. His eyes move from the place I’m touching to my eyes and stop at my breasts.

“Fuck…” He whispers. “How does it feel, baby?”

I slip a single finger inside before I get another one.

“It feels better when you do it.” I confess.

He squeezes my hips and pecks my lips.

“I can show you how I do it.” His lips press on the exposed skin over my bra and I feel a current of electricity on my body. “D’you want me to?”

I keep touching myself with lips part, enjoying his kisses and his whispers. I love how his voice turns deeper and raspier when we’re having sex. It drives me crazy.

“Why do you want me to touch myself instead of you?” I whisper.

“Because having you pleasuring yourself on top of me… Fuck, baby… You don’t know how sexy you are.”

I bite on my bottom lip but his thumb pulls from it liberating it. I look into his eyes.

“If you do that, I’m gonna burst.” He smirks. “Do you not touch yourself?”

“Yes, I do.” I move my fingers slowly against my clit because I’d cum already if the rhythm was any faster. “I guess it’s just… I’m nervous.”

“Why? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that.” I gasp. “I do, I just… I want you.”

He grins and cups my breast on one hand making me moan.

“I’m right here, love. I just want you to cum like this first and then we can do whatever you want. Only if you want though.”

“I do want.” I stop him. “Just show me how you do it.”

He slips his own fingers the fabric of my bodysuit and guides mine.

“You have to start here” he covers the upper side to my clit, the part closer to my belly and presses slow circles “slowly, yeah, like that and don’t be nervous, baby. If you don’t cum on your own, I’ll help you.”

I half laugh half moan and he chuckles. I keep moving my fingers like he told me to do until I find a spot that sends electricity through my body. I start rubbing faster and the feeling is so good I almost don’t notice he removed his fingers.

“That’s right, baby, faster, faster.”

I feel the lower part of my belly tensing up and my nipples hardening and I moan as I relax my neck and throw my head back.

“Now stop.” Harry’s hand covers mine and stops my movement and I frown and give him a death glare that only makes him laugh. “And do it slowly again.”

I let him guide me and move my fingers against my clit watching him watch me. His eyes are fixed on my hand and my pussy and he’s biting his lip. God, this is so hot. I’m horny as hell.

One of his hands move from my hips to my inner thigh and he slips his fingers under the fabric again, slipping two fingers inside me and making me moan out loud.

“Fuck, I just wanted to see how wet you are.”

He moves his fingers slowly in and out of me and between that and my own stimulation on my clit I am afraid I might faint. I bite on my bottom lip again and he pulls from it with his thumb.

“What did I say?” He whispers as his fingers keep moving in and out of me so I bit my lip again so as not to scream. “You’re not really as good of a student as I thought.” He chuckles.

He gets his fingers out of me and I whimper making him chuckle again.

“You do it, baby.”

I curl two fingers inside of me and move them with the rhythm he was using and one of Harry’s hands squeeze my hip. I shut my eyes and gasp.

“Imagine it’s me, love.”

“Oh, God.”

When I open my eyes, I see he’s stroking himself over his jeans and my eyes drop to his bulge.

“You don’t know how much you’re turning me on, baby.”

No, he has no idea how much this is turning me on. I thought this was something only done in porn but this is fucking hot. Having him right here as I pleasure myself, hearing his voice thick with lust and knowing how much watching me is turning him on drives me crazy.

“You’re always so good with me.” He captures my earlobe between his teeth and pulls from it and I moan.

“Touch yourself, H.”

“D’you want me to?” His voice comes out strangled then and I feel the power he gives me burning my skin.

“Yes, like I’m doing.”

I hear his zipper going down and feel him lifting his hips from the couch to take his pants off. My eyes set on his hard length, already leaking precum, shinning and tight, and his fingers wrap around himself.

I try to take this time to focus on what he does to himself so I know how to touch him better next time so I slow the rhythm of my fingers for otherwise I’d finish already. Harry’s mouth attacks the side of my neck so I can no longer see him because my neck tilts back without my consent to grant him better access and he keeps kissing my skin.

“I’m not going to last long watching you, baby.” He whispers.

“Oh, God, I’m very close already, Harry… I fucking… This is so exciting.” I moan.

“Fuck me, keep talking.”

“Oh, Harry… I want you to cum so I can cum too but…” I can tell his pumping accelerates and so do my fingers. “It’s such a shame you’re not on my mouth like last time… You taste so good.”

A guttural sound cuts his breathing halfway and I feel a hot liquid spurt on my thigh. That sends me into overdrive and I moan until my throat stings. Harry’s hands hold my hips as I sigh and try to catch my breath and then I smile at him.

“Stop that or I won’t be able to stop fucking you.”

I laugh softly.

“Then don’t stop.”

He smiles mischievously at me and I know he was hoping to hear that.

“I can’t decide whether I want this off or not.”

He says staring down at my bodysuit and I laugh.

“I’m glad you like it.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead he just smiles before he leans in to capture my lips with his. We kiss intimately for a while and then his hands pull my hips down and he penetrates me slowly. He swallows my moans as he keeps kissing me lustfully but slowly, almost calmly.

His hands hold my ass and he lifts me and sinks me back down so he’s fully controlling the rhythm, a very slow, torturous one that lets me feel every inch of him as he stretches me on his way inside. I feel him so deep too, I don’t think he’s every filled me like this but I love it and I let him known, with moans and bites on his bottom lip.

“You like it slow, baby?”

I hum and nod my head and we kiss each other as if we were the only people in the world. Right now, he is to me.

“Spread your hips wider apart.” He whispers.

I do as I’m told and replace my knees further away from him. His hands hold me in place as he slowly pushes back in and I feel him paving his way through my channel inch by inch until our pubic bones touch and we both gasp.

“Oh, God.”

And we repeat again. He pulls out almost entirely and then sinks in again. He kisses me passionately and I press my body against his as if we could get closer. He captures my bottom lip with his teeth and pulls from it like I normally do with his and when my lip sets free from his prison, we both smile at each other. He fills me again and, in this kiss,, it’s me who pulls from his bottom lip. I have never felt more filled of him and of feelings for him, lust and love bubble and mix together inside my belly and burst in every kiss.

“Fuck, Harry, you’re amazing.”

I hear him giggling.

“Don’t laugh.”

He slaps my ass cheek and I jump a little.

“I’ll laugh if I want to.” He grins.

I smile too.

“You’re right. Don’t stop laughing. I love it when you do” I gasp as he fills me again, he rolls out “And I love your smile, you’re so handsome when you smile” when he fills me again, I tangle my fingers on his hair and pull from it “and your hair, I love your hair and your eyes, when you look at me…”

He shuts me up with a passionate kiss and I hope he understands how I feel about him through this intimate encounter.

“Blue…”

I wait for him to speak but he doesn’t say anything even though his hips don’t stop moving against mine.

“What?” I press him.

“Nothing.”

I would have insisted but his hips attack mine hard and it cuts my breath halfway. I cling onto his shoulders and he keeps thrusting inside me hard and fast. I pull from his hair and listen to our skins clapping together and the wet sounds of our intimate encounter. His hand cups and squeezes my breast and I arch my back and tense up as I cum again.

His thrusts become faster and sloppier until he cums himself and before I have time to react, he’s standing up and carrying me on his hips to his bed. He lies me on my back and smiles as he stares at me.

He spreads my legs opened and gets on his knees between them and his hands hold my ankle and place it on his shoulder before he unclasps my stockings and put them down my leg. He does the exact same thing with my other leg and caresses my entire body before he takes off my bodysuit.

He then hovers me and pecks my lips a few times before he pecks my nose and my cheeks and then my neck and my collarbones and he leaves kisses in every inch of my skin. I almost giggle when he kisses the spots that tickle and I feel a different type of excitement on my belly at his attention for these kisses aren’t even lustful, even though we’re both now naked. I feel adored and I feel cared for and wanted and I feel my heart about to explode with love for him.

He kisses my legs and from the inner side of my thighs he moves back to my belly, kissing my skin there again before he smiles at me.

“What do you want from me, Harry?”

“Everything.” He smiles as his face reaches the level of mine and he pecks my lips again. “I want everything from you.”

My breath catches on my throat. I want him, no, more, I love him. I love him. I swallow and play with his hair as I stare into his eyes.

“Careful what you wish for” I whisper “If you play with fire, you’ll end up burned.”

“I’m already burned.” He smirks. “And here I am.”

I smile but the smiles turns into an o as he thrusts inside me again. God, this man is insatiable, but I can’t get enough either. He fucks me slowly again and he keeps biting my lips and squeezing my flesh as we both gasp and moan.

I sink my nails on his back as he licks and sucks on my nipples and I moan his name once and again whilst his hips keep drilling me to his bed. I wish we could stay like this forever. When the delicious torture on my breasts is done, he grants me again with the heavenly image of his face and that’s all I can see as he rests his forehead against mine and keeps on moving in and out of me. I feel his breath on my face and swallow his grunts and moans.

I am not sure he feels the same way I do. I don’t know if he loves me but I don’t think I could feel any of this if he didn’t. I don’t think he would make love to me like this if he didn’t love me. I think he wouldn’t touch me like he does, I think he wouldn’t squeeze my flesh so gently if he didn’t. I think his kisses wouldn’t feel like this if he didn’t love me too.

“You feel so good, baby.”

I feel my pulse on my skin and I feel the knot on my belly about to untie and with another push of his, I lose track of space and time and my head sinks of the pillow. I can’t even breathe for some seconds until I moan out loud and feel my throat raspy and becoming inflamed. He lets go too, groaning in my ear and shivering on my arms.

It takes him a few seconds to roll out of me, but he stays laying on top of me and I hug him to my chest as we both fight to catch our breaths. I don’t know what any of this was but he filled me in every level and I still feel my heart pumping proudly at the newly found sentiment.

Harry’s breathing pattern changes and becomes calm and deep. Carefully, I pull back just enough to look into his eyes but they’re close and his expression is peaceful. I kiss his forehead.

“You’re falling asleep on me.” I whisper.

“No…” He frowns but his eyes are still closed.

I smile and try my best to pull from the duvet so I can cover us both but I’m not strong enough.

“I just need help to cover us up.”

“I’ll warm you up.” He mumbles.

“You’ll freeze too, come on.”

With one hand he lifts my back from the bed and with the other he pulls from the duvet and rolls us both under the duvet before he hugs me again. This time he rests his back against the mattress and pulls me to him so I’m the one resting my head on his chest. I trace senseless figures with my fingertips on his bare chest.

“Blue”

“Yes?”

“Give me a goodnight kiss.”

I chuckle before I lift my head and peck his lips. His eyes are still closed but he frowns.

“Kiss me well.” He complains.

I press my lips against his again, not quite knowing what he wants, and lick my way inside his mouth, getting a lazy response from his tongue. When I think I did well, I pull apart and peck his lips as closure but he opens his eyes and the intense green in them paralyzes me.

“I want one of your kisses.”

Still impressed by his gaze, I press my lips against his again and I put all the affection I have for him on the kiss until my belly erupts in a fist of butterflies and my chest feels funny and warm. We kiss one another with love, it can only be love, and when I feel like my pulse has reached my brain, I pull away and Harry skims my nose with his.

I rest my cheek against his chest before he opens his eyes and realizes I’m blushing and I hear his heartbeat against my temple. His breathing slows down just like the movement of his fingertips on the low of my back and he sighs.

“Blue…”

I hum.

“I love you.”

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Peter Parker - No more fondue on my watch

This got a little out of hand... Hope you like it @peterwandaparker!

Plot: Peter and you have been together for a while now, but nothing can go past Captain America eagle’s eyes.

Warnings (or notes): SMUT or nearly smut, but there is a dick. And this is Peter Parker x Rogers!reader. Let’s be honest, there is a bit of Stony

You bit your lip, uncrossing your legs and doing it again just by pure nervousness. Or boredom, that worked too. There was a ray of sun that had moved since you had arrived the length of the table. If you fixed your eyes there for a long time, just like you had been doing, you could see it moving; and it was the most entertaining thing you had done since you had woken up. And you had woken up really, really early.

But that’s what you got when you lived in another district, you wanted to look presentable for him, and your father was Captain America, who could have a heart attack if you were late once more. Who wasn’t as punctual as your father was Tony, the engineer who still was in his lab for sure.

You weren’t uncomfortable in the tower, but you had places to be instead of the living room. Like, your boyfriend’s room.

“Hey dad” you tried.

Steve was wearing what you called ‘I’m gonna meet my crush’ attire. Tight grey shirt, black jeans and a fairly big amount of hair gel. He was reading a book of his list of ‘things I missed under ice’, which in your opinion was too long and boring. But he insisted in completing it, maybe just for the sake of Tony, who wrote it.

He raised a brow at you, his eyes not leaving the book but letting you know that he was aware. You coughed to make you sound as casual as possible, because sneaking out on Captain America wasn’t easy.

“How… much longer?”

“I don’t know” he gave you the same answer for the fifth time. “Whenever Tony finishes what he’s doing. It’s not like you have anything better to do, Y/N”

You bit your remark about your plans; any plan, actually, was better than waiting in the compound in silence since seven in the morning.

“But I’m hungry�� you said, and Steve raised his head finally. You contained the proud smirk.

“Didn’t you have breakfast at your mother’s?”

Steve Rogers was a man of a diet. He didn’t have chocolate, sweets, fried stuff or anything that could be bad for health, and he forced anyone who lived with him to have 5 meals per day. The thing was that you were still a minor, and you didn’t always live with him.

Your mother and Steve didn’t have the perfect relationship, you could say. They were both wonderful people, but too stubborn to get along. So it pained you to lie about her, but that was the only way to get around your dad.

“Not really, since you woke me up at five” you almost barked, still hurt that he had blasted your phone away. “But mom wasn’t awake and there was no milk”

“I can’t believe that’s how she raise a child” Steve tightened his jaw. “What’s next? Telling me you had pizza for dinner?”

With extra cheese, actually

“No, dad” you lied again, salivating at the thought of pizza. “Can I eat something or should I starve to death?”

Steve was quiet for a while. He was against every type of snack; and if he ever pardoned one, was that tasteless rice pancake without fats, sugar or salt. It felt like eating cotton. He looked at the clock of his wrist, and sighed, going back to reading the book.

“Try not to raze Tony’s pantry, please” he gave up. “And don’t eat anything that has … just try to avoid eating Nutella from the jar”

You chuckled and hoped off the sofa, speeding to the kitchen. Closing the door behind you, you marvelled at the huge space in front of you. It was probably bigger than your father’s and mother’s apartment. Without wasting another beat, you walked to the fridge and enjoyed the opportunity of the free card of food.

The fridge was full of things that you couldn’t even name, but you were more than aware that that’s who Tony was. You contented yourself with a ham and turkey sandwich. Knowing you weren’t going to go back to your father, you made another one and reached for the bag of chips in the top counter.

You were just putting everything in the tray along with two juices when your phone sounded.

Petey-pie [9:39]: i’m getting up early 4 u

Petey-pie [9:39]: hurt not to wake up by u smashing a pillow on my head

Petey-pie [9:39]: where are u

You sent a quick reply, telling him to stop being so needy and that you would be there in a minute. His room was on the other side of the compound, so you weren’t worried about running into your father; besides, luck seemed to smile at you, because you heard Tony’s voice from the living room greeting him.

And you knew that Tony was enough to keep your father busy for a few hours; after all, he didn’t put the ‘I’m gonna meet my crush’ attire for nothing.

You picked up the tray and tiptoed toward the other end of the kitchen, where the door for the main hallway was. You ran past your ‘room’, the one you used when Steve went on a mission with the Avengers and didn’t want you to stay alone, or with your mother. That he wasn’t living there anymore didn’t mean he wasn’t a part of the team, much to your mother dislike.

There weren’t many things there, but you quickly changed from your boots to soft padded socks with small cute bears decorating. Once you were comfortable enough to spend the whole morning there, you closed the door of your room and skipped to his.

Peter wasn’t facing you when you opened the door, but rather looking out of the window daydreaming. He turned around once you were in, and gave you the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. He still had his eyes swollen by sleep, and his pyjamas were on. But he seemed awake enough to pick up the tray from your hands and set it aside, cornering you in the bathroom’s door and locking your lips.

You smiled into the kiss and raised your hand behind his neck. Peter’s room smelt a lot like Axe, a bad habit in your opinion that he had gotten from his dad mentor. The window was half open and his bed was still undone, which gave you a sense of home that you hadn’t felt in a while.

Peter’s lips against yours weren’t nice, but demanding. He pressed himself against your body and cradled your head with his hand, tilting it so that he had better access. When you ran out of air, he teared away and looked at you with a lovestruck gaze.

“Hi” you managed to say, out of breath. It came out a little high-pitched.

“I missed you” he whined, and pouted like a puppy. Your heard literally broke with his look, so you leaned forward and kissed him again.

The spring break was hard for everyone. There was no highschool, and even if it was good news for every teenager, for you wasn’t. It meant you couldn’t see Peter every day, that you lived with your mother during the week, and that you could only sneak around your father some weekends. Peter was probably who felt it the worse, since he was a rather clingy boy, and had made it known in the three months you had been together.

Peter broke away to keep pressing kissing on your cheek, nose and forehead. They were light kisses, so fast that you ended up giggling and tossing between his arms. When he felt like he could let you go, he gave you a final peck and stepped back.

“Breakfast in bed” he said, giving a side glance to the trail of food. “Is it any special service?”

“Only for the best” you chuckled, and walked to the bed.

Peter’s bed was probably the softest one. When him and May had moved over, Tony had made sure he spoiled Peter rotten. With May’s help, they bought him the comfiest cushion, the nerdiest stuff and the best computer. He didn’t accept half of it, but the bed was different. You let yourself be drowned in it, pale blue sheets surrounding you and making you feel like in a cloud. You closed your eyes and rested your head on his pillow, that smelt like him and made it ten times better.

He followed you close, and you felt the bed dipping under his weight. Slowly, he crawled until his head was resting in the space between your neck and shoulder, and you could caress his hair. His body was covering yours, and when Peter threw the covers over the both if you, it felt like you were in your own perfect little world.

The tray laid forgotten on the desk as Peter curled into a ball by your side, hugging your body as if it was his personal pillow. He tangled your legs together and intertwined his fingers with yours. When he was comfortable enough, he talked, and his hot breath hit the side of your face.

“I missed you” he repeated.

“I missed you too” you answered, turning your head so that your noses were touching.

“You know what I missed the most?” Peter asked, and by the smirk on his face, you knew that shy-Peter wasn’t making an appearance. “This”

Peter’s hand rested on your bare belly, and from there he kept going down. He was met with the hem of your trousers, a baggy sweaters that you had snitched from your mom before leaving that morning. Peter’s skilled fingers started undoing the knot of the front, and his body rocked against yours slowly.

“I hope you know what you’re doing” you teased.

By any answer, Peter shifted so that he was hovering over you, his hand still placed between your bodies and his eyes boring into you with burning love. He gave you a lazy, lopsided smirk and finished with the knot of your trousers.

He didn’t bother in tugging them down, but sneaked his hand down and his thumb touched the lace of your panties. He didn’t have to look to know they were the purple one, because he knew your wardrobe by heart; and because with the spider bite, came a constant flood of teenager’s hormones.

Your skin was soft and warm against his finger’s pad, and he gifted you with a soft grunt that made you clench your thighs and trap his hand in between. Peter chuckled.

“I don’t think I can stand another two weeks without seeing you” Peter said.

“Let’s just enjoy the moment”

And that’s exactly what you did.

Peter kicked off the covers and let his lips be lost against your neck. They nipped, kissed, licked and bit your whole neck, never leaving any mark but testing your limits. He knew where to touch you to make those noise, and he spent his time there. His hot breath hoovering over you was enough to make you come on your panties.

But he didn’t have enough, so he ended up tugging your pants down and off the bed and letting his hand be lost in your pussy. He ran one lazy finger up and down your lips, parting them and creating a delicious friction against your clit.

“Peter – Peter, oh – wait – stop, Peter!” you cried out an pushed his hand away.

Peter’s eyes almost got out of their socket and you saw panic filling his features. He was off you in a second, and what a sight. His hair was messy from tugging too much, t-shirt gone and pyjamas pants holding a tent of its own. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes, begging to yourself to last a big longer.

“Get inside” you moaned, opening your legs again. “Please – please, I need – I need –“

You hadn’t seen Peter move so fast in his life. He was standing in front of you when you blinked, fighting with his pants and boxers at the same time. His erection bobbed up and down until it almost touched his stomach, and you were sure he was as turned on as you.

You were about to take off your t-shirt and mount him yourself when the door was kicked open and both Peter and you screamed.

“Y/N!”

“Peter!”

“Dad!”

“Mr. Stark!”

You didn’t think the mood after not seeing your boyfriend for two weeks could go down so fast, but it did when a very flushed Tony Stark and a totally mortified Steve Rogers opened the door of Peter’s room. You covered yourself the best that you could with Peter’s sheets, and he took the pillow to hide his dick.

“What the hell were you doing?!” Steve screamed, and you had to remind yourself that it wasn’t a good moment to say ‘language’. “What – why are you – Y/N Rogers, you’re so grounded!”

Your father’s face was as red as his shield, only discerning from an apple by the blue and white of his eyes. Tony’s shock seemed to be wearing off, and he was simply leaning against a the wall with a hand covering his evident smile.

“Haven’t you heard of knocking, dad?” you asked, your voice still too high for your liking. “You can’t just burst into someone’s room”

“I can’t – I can’t?!” wrong answer, you guessed. “You can’t do… that! And with him!”

“Mr. Rogers, I – “ Peter tried to talk.

“Shut up” Steve growled, and Peter’s Adam apple bobbed up and down. “Listen to me, you end this right now. And don’t ever expect to see him again.”

“What?!” you let the sheets fall to your lap, exposing your thankfully still covered front. “You can’t do that!”

“You don’t get to say what I can and can’t do!”

“Steve –“ Tony tried.

“I can! You only see me on weekends, I live with mom! You can’t say who I can and I can’t see!”

“Then maybe you will come and live with me” Steve said, and your jaw dropped. “Get dressed. I’ll – “

“Just because mom and you don’t love each other anymore doesn’t mean I can’t love someone!” you screamed out.

The room got silent, and Steve actually paled. The thing about him was that he wasn’t a bad father at all. Your mother had thrown you at him when you were younger, and even if she loved you, you knew that most of the arguments came because she loved to make his life impossible. Steve was patient, loving, funny and cared for you like no one.

But he was also afraid. Afraid of you going to parties, afraid of you getting a sleepover, and afraid of you having a boyfriend. The man had lost so much, that it terrified him that he could lose you too.

For the first time since he had heard the noises in Peter’s room, he got to finally look at you. You had tears in your eyes, your cheeks red and your lips pursed as if when you were going to cry. He knew what a bratty teenager was, and what he saw in your eyes wasn’t the tantrum you throw sometimes when he didn’t let you go somewhere.

He looked at Peter, then. The boy looked even more devastated than you. With just a pillow covering his lower half, Peter was chewing on his lip and looking at Steve lacking all the respect he always had. There was only desperation, and Steve felt bad.

“It’s not about that” Steve whispered, and sighed. Even if he didn’t age like normal people, he felt like greys hair coming out. “How… for how long, you know? This?”

“Three months” you whispered back, and a tear rolled down your cheek. You quickly caught it with your finger, and rubbed a furious fist against your eye.

Steve slumped against the wall, and closed his eyes tightly. There was a headache coming his way, and at full speed. His daughter with Tony’s son protegee, his daughter doing… that with Peter, and his daughter growing up and him being left behind.

“Just – just be careful” Steve made a small grimace and coughed it away. “Say goodbye, we’re leaving. And please… next time lock the door, Parker”

You knew you had to talk about it with your father, that he wasn’t done, but for the moment, he muttered a quick goodbye and left the room. You felt like your heart was beating again. Tony had a smug smile on his face, and rose up from his leaning position too.

“And here I thought you didn’t bring girls home because you were a shy boy” Tony teased, and Peter felt like dying. “We’re talking about this later too, Pete”

With that, Tony left and the door was left ajar behind him. It was silent for a while, until Peter’s knees gave away and he sat beside you in the bed. The pillow fell to the ground and he put his elbows on his knees, covering his face with his hands. The decision of not saying anything was for the sake of your father, because you wanted to wait until he had everything figured with his feelings for Tony in case he felt obligated to stay away for you.

You raised a hand and placed it on Peter’s shoulder, and you swore he gave a small relief sob. Your suspicious were proven when he finally said something.

“I can’t believe that just happened” he whispered. “I thought I was gonna die”

“We’re not off the hook yet” you joked, and kneeling in bed, pressed a small kiss to his neck. “But for now we’re okay”

“Yeah”

Peter gripped your hand on his shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He looked at you sideways, and attempted to smile. It was shaky and hesitant, but it was enough for you. Even if you hadn’t been dating for long, you had known the boy for your whole life, and you didn’t want to think what to do without him.

“I should get going” you muttered, and crawled out of bed. “I don’t want him any angrier”

Peter stood up too, and even if the mood had been killed and felt more like throwing himself off a window, he pressed his lips against yours one last time. Not a second after you had moved your hand to cradle his cheek, a barking voice came from the hallway.

“No more fondue when I’m around!”

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intrepidreamer · 3 years

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A modern day love letter*

I don’t love you anymore but I’m sure that one day I will. One day I’m sure that I will.

I think about us and what we could have been. What would we be doing these days? Would we have a house with a puppy running around? Maybe a little boy or girl as well? Or maybe our paths were never meant to cross, maybe we were meant to leave each other’s lives and never meet again...but maybe we were.

I often wonder how you are and hope that everything is making you happy. You deserve to be happy. You deserve the world and I was never around to give it to you. I knew that at the time but was too young and naive to ever believe it. I thought you would always be there for me. Always there to make potato waffles or homemade cookies. Or always be there to let me eat Nutella and marshmallow fluff.

Again, young and naive and I know that now.

I’d love to say that I had plans for us, plans for us to be together forever. To travel the world and take pictures like the ones that fill my Tumblr feed. Where you’re strewn out across an unmade bed with a glass of wine and views of the Eiffel Tower or unimaginable views of the Northern Lights while wrapped up warm with a hot chocolate in hand.

Unfortunately, it’s only now that I have those plans. What’s even more unfortunate is that the more I think about it, the less I can imagine those plans with anyone but you.

I know that times were hard for you. So extremely hard that I can’t ever begin to imagine what you went through. I was meant to be there for you but I couldn’t even be there for myself. You had such a big heart. Big enough that you thought there was room for the 2 of us but sadly there wasn’t. You had to look out for yourself and I never could understand why. I cared more about myself and my ‘social life’ than I ever did about your mental health, or even your physical health. That was the worst decision I ever could have made.

My family loved you and for mum, you never could do anything wrong. After you broke up with me I was broken. I went to a dark place and hated you so much because for me that was the hardest time of my life. Home was horrible and college was even worse. I was smoking every day and drinking every other just to mask the hurt I was feeling. To me though, it felt normal.

Enough about that though, I’m happy now. The smoking has stopped. I’m making something of myself. I have a job. Not just a job though, a career path and I’m so happy that you have too. Speaking to your mum the other day in the vets made me so proud to hear the decisions that you’ve made.

Your Instagram tells me that things are going well with your boyfriend but pictures can never tell the full story. Your smile looks so real and so I hope everything’s good. You deserve to be happy and I’m sure he’s treating you like the queen that you are.

For me, Charlie broke up with me last year and then quickly found someone else. Within six months they were living together and things seem to be going well with them. Although it hurt when we broke up, I knew she was never the one. I’ve been dating on and off but never really been committed to anything. I’m happy with that. I wouldn’t want to just jump into something for the sake of it.

I hope you see this one day and get it touch. Even if you just let me know that things are going well with you, that will make me really happy. I’m sure that one day our paths will cross again but until then, I leave you with this quote from your most favourite film ever...(at least it was your favourite, it might not be anymore lol)

“It was real, wasn’t it? You and me. Such a long time ago, we were just a couple of kids. But we really loved each other, didn’t we?”

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luli-luz · 6 years

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Me from A-Z

Tagged By: @wordsfly-writes-ff @sempr-gumby and I'm only like three weeks late 😅

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better

A - Age: 26

B - Birthplace: Buenos Aires, Argentina

C - Current Time: 11pm

D - Drink You Last Had: Water

E - Easiest Person To Talk To: That's a tie between my boyfriend and my cousin (she's one of my best friends). They're both funny and awesome, and I can talk about anything with them, whether serious or ridiculous. And when they're together it's ❤️💕

F - Favorite Song: This is really random, but it's either The Way by Fastball or Hotel California by The Eagles. (I love songs that tell stories 😊)

G - Grossest Memory: When my brother came back from a trip to Brazil, he realized he had some type of tiny worm / parasite in his feet, and I had to help him pull them out.

H - Horror Yes or Horror No: Yeeees! But, no gore just for the sake of it. Suspense and ambiance👌

I - In Love: Very much 😊

J - Jealous Of People: I think not. The closest I can think of is admiration for single-minded people, because I tend to be all over the place and take so long to do anything.

L - Love At First Sight or Should I Walk By Again: Nah, I don't think you can love someone without knowing them.

M - Middle Name: Luz

N - Number of Siblings: Two brothers and one sister, and we all get together constantly. Can't fight the Italian genes.

O - One Wish: I was going down a rabbit hole of profound humanity-saving wishes until I realized this is a silly game, so: a jar of Nutella.

P - Person You Called Last: My boyfriend (I bet you're thinking "Alright, enough with that dude!" 😂)

Q - Question You’re Always Asked: I feel like it's "how were your exams?" but I think that's only in my head.

R - Reason To Smile: Dogs! Family. Food.

S - Song You Sang Last: Since I read the title of this game, From chimpan-A to chimpan-Z from the Simpson's Planet of the Apes musical 😂

T - Time You Woke Up: Around 8am

U - Underwear Color: Black

V - Vacation Destination: I hope Italy someday

W - Worst Habit: biting my nails when I'm stressed.

X - XRays: Last week, dental

Y - Your Favorite Food: Pasta (which is totally cheating because I'm covering anything from spaghetti to gnocchi to ravioli to lasagna + sauces)

Z - Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Tagging: I took so long to do this (and haven't been on tumblr) that I don't know who has done it already 🙁 but I'd love to know everybody's answers.

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jkfortunekookies · 7 years

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The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Genre : Fluff, romance,comedy,implicit language & sexual innuendos Pairing:Jungkook x reader Length: 13002 words Summary : This is a series based on all of your first times with jungkook, from your childhood till adulthood

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

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THE FIRST TIME YOU WERE SENIORS IN HIGH SCHOOL

“Jungkookie” you raised a seductive brow as you slowly pulled onto his uniform’s tie

“What’s up?” his back was pressed against the wall, questioning your little acts

“Isn’t this uniform a little too stuffy?” you commented “This tie seems to be suffocating you”

“I don’t know…” he pulls your waist closer as he eyed your lips hungrily “Maybe it is?”

“What should we do about this, then?” you lift your head to lock eyes with him

“I don’t know, you tell me” Jungkook trails his fingers dangerously close to your skirt

Jungkook groaned as the vibrations of his phone were continuously heard on his night table. The so-called lazy boy wasn’t catching a single break since senior year began. His obligations and future goals were continuously roaming inside his victimized brain. So many things piling up, waiting for him to achieve them, yet the boy was taking his sweet time, sleeping under the soft blankets of love and pulling them closer against his sturdy body.

“Three more minutes mom” He muttered in his sleep

The phone wasn’t vibrating this time but it started ringing which meant that he had an oncoming call. The boy sat up and kicked his blanket in a fury as he hated being interrupted in his sleeping activities. He was having the best dream in a while yet someone had to interrupt his perfect fictional fantasy of getting it on with his long time crush.

He growls before burying his face back onto his pillow as his long fingers reached the electronical device to answer the call. It didn’t take long before he gave a reply that made the recipient’s heart drop and soul’s leave from their body. In fact, Kim Taehyung was always bound to get tangled in a mess when it came to his best friend Jungkook.

“KIM TAEHYUNG, YOU SON OF A DUMB FUCKIDY FUCKIDIDOO, WHAT’S UP?” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in frustration

“Well damn, seems like someone is not in the mood to talk to me” Taehyung felt taken aback “and what was it? Fuckidy-doo? The fuck is that? You may think you’re being swag right now, but fuckididoo is not happening, just like fetch never happened”

“Look here, you stylish looking brat” Jungkook growled on the other side before clenching his fist “You just ruined the most amazing dream I ever had in my entire life” Jungkook faked a sob

“Did you just call me a brat? I was born before your ass even got out of the oven” Taehyung argued back “What was your dream?! Was it spicy~~~~” Taehyung squealed on the other line

“There’s no way I’m telling you. I’m keeping it to myself so that it actually becomes real” Jungkook rolled his eyes before adding “Sorry to break it out to you but you’re a jinx, Kim Taehyung”

“I’m a jinx? Yeah, you definitely had some sort of kinky dream” Taehyung chuckled “Who was the chick this time? Selena Gomez? Oh!!! Was it Ariana Grande? You have a thing for brunette girls these days”

“I don’t have a thing for brunette girls, what are you saying? When did I ever say that…” he sighed before ruffling his hair

Jungkook had a type for the past few months and it always changed a few weeks in and out. He was smitten over blonde girls with slim bodies barely three months ago and now he found his new obsession with curvy brunettes. They apparently seemed like the kind of girls who’d teach him a thing or two. All of this was a misconception and even if Jungkook did had a preference for certain hair colors, he never had the guts to ever approach a girl or to stutter a single word if that girl in question wasn’t you.

Truth had it that Jeon Jungkook was only comfortable around you. He was used to your presence, your scent, your hair color, your clinginess and your comments. Having a type was a thing, but Jungkook tried getting his mind off of you for the past two years, which is why he fell into an ideal type abyss. He didn’t even had an ideal type to begin with , he just wanted to have reason as to why he wouldn’t have to ever develop deeper feelings for you.

“Ayyy…you thought I’d fall for that?” Taehyung shot on the other line “It was definitely a steamy dream. Spill the bean and share the goods with me”

“I dreamt of cows and sheeps running in a field! Happy now?” Jungkook replied

“The fuck? Isn’t that a conception dream? “Taehyung half shouted “Bro, who the fuck have you knocked up? DID YOU MAKE SOMEONE PREGNANT?!”

“Can you not shout in my ears for fuck’s sake? I’m about to become deaf because of you” Jungkook chose to put his phone on speaker “Who am I even, to be making anyone pregnant? You should know the answer more than I do, Einstein”

“Accidents always happen earlier than you’d think, so I suggest you use your condoms wisely” Taehyung added

“Kim Taehyung” Jungkook clenched his fist in frustration “We all know that I’m as virgin as you, so you can stop this whole pregnancy talk”

“Why do you bring my virginity into this?” Taehyung blushed on the other line

“You’re the one with a girlfriend. You should take care of your goddamn protection. I don’t have anyone to fuck so I’m all good. Thank you very much”

“My girlfriend is an innocent small waffle! How dare you!” Taehyung half shouted

“Waffle?” Jungkook chuckled “You call your girlfriend a Waffle? What kind of relationship do y’all share? Food-relationship? I’m very concerned”

“She’s my waffle and I’m her Nutella~”

“Ew, I’m about to puke now” Jungkook groaned “That’s the most concerning thing I heard in a while. I always knew you were weird since kindergarten when you liked sparkling hair ties, but now it’s a whole new level of weird that I’m witnessing”

“I still love them though” Taehyung added

“That’s what I’m saying… fucking weird” Jungkook sighed

“You definitely had a kinky dream” Taehyung’s smirk could be felt form the other line “Don’t try switching up topics. I am not buying the whole cow and sheep concept!”

“It wasn’t “Jungkook growled on the other line “More importantly, why in the world are you calling at 7AM on a Sunday?!”

“Bro, I go to church religiously every Sunday morning and I suggest you do the same to repent for all of your sins”

“I’m not religious Taehyung” Jungkook closed his eyes in attempt to sleep again “I’m not going to pray Jesus, my life itself is already a mother freaking sin.”

“Yeah sure it is”

“Just cut to the chase will you? What are the news you’re about to give birth to?” Jungkook muffled his face on his pillow

“I called you because of the party that is happening at Jennie’s place. Remember it’s her birthday? You didn’t forget about it, did you?” Taehyung suddenly announced

“Yeah sure, happy birthday to Jennie, but what the hell does this have to do with my sleep?” Jungkook whined on the other line “I barely even talk to that girl. The last time I talked to her, she threatened to drop a scorpion in my pants if I got near Y/N ever again!”

“She’s Hoseok’s Girlfriend, man! If he heard this you’d be dead in his palms” Taehyung replied

“What?” Jungkook opened one eye slightly shocked as he heard these two names combined together “Girlfriend? Whose girlfriend?” he asked again “Who’s going out with who?”

“Hoseok is Jennie’s boyfriend”

“They’re dating?” Jungkook nodded with a stupid smile before it turned into a scowl “You little fuckers didn’t even give me a single detail” Jungkook shouted on the other line “When did they even get together? What else have I missed on?” he sighed

“Maybe if you stopped skipping classes you would know” Taehyung replied

“Did they got to second base and kept it private?! I feel betrayed now. I thought we were going to graduate as virgins together, I’m kind of very disappointed” Jungkook groaned

“Hoseok was always faster than us, I’m pretty sure they made out a few times, but damn it took them a while before realizing their stupid feelings for each other. This shit has been going on since freshman year remember?” Taehyung added

“Ugh. How come Y/N didn’t tell me about this” Jungkook ruffled his hair “I didn’t even got to congratulate these idiots yet. How did they even ask each other out? I thought Hoseok was always all over the place around her…?”

“Yeah, these idiots realized they liked each other after Jackson blurted out some random shit about wanting to bring Jennie at his grandparents’ farm because she likes sheep, and that’s when Hoseok fueled up.” Taehyung added “I mean, you know that his temperament is scary when he’s jealous, right?”

“I still wonder how she even got with him when all he did in middle school was to write her name in his textbooks while drawings hearts, like a pervert” jungkook shook his head

“He still got to ask her out, isn’t that fascinating?”

“He was f*cking crazy and she was out of her mind for going out with him. Period” Jungkook plopped himself back on his bed in a sleeping position “I ship it though.” He nodded

“Yeah, they’re crazy, but you’re crazier for calling them crazy and shipping them afterwards”

“Hush Tae, It’s my way of showing affection towards my best buddies”

“I’ll text you the address! And wake up!” Taehyung shouted on the other line

“I want to sleep” he faked a sob “The party is at night, I’ll show up later. Don’t call me when the birds are still asleep! BYE” he turned off his phone

Just as he closed his eyes and pulled the blankets against his body to feel the warmth invade him again, he heard a thud and the door squeaked a sound as it slightly opened. He could feel that grumpiness invading his body once again. One thing that Jungkook disliked was getting his sleep interrupted. All he asked for was a day full of rest on a Sunday morning, yet life wasn’t cooperating and letting him have his fantasy come true.

Jungkook pulled the bed sheets above his head and hid the rest of his body under the blankets as he disappeared under them. It suddenly became silent and Jungkook’s body finally started to relax. The tension was almost gone as he felt his eyelids getting heavy again. Just as he was about to hit dreamland he suddenly felt a weight pressed onto his body.

What the hell is this? , jungkook’s eyes shot open under the bed sheets and it wasn’t long before he found the answer to his question

Oh, maybe it’s jelly~ Did she wake up as well?

His initial reaction was to pull the bed sheets away and uncover his face to analyze the situation. He slowly peeked his head out of the bed sheets fort he built a few seconds earlier. It wasn’t long before he got the fright of his life.

“Jelly~ Baby girl, you woke up to see daddy—OH MY F*CKKKKK” he pulled the bed sheets against his chest as he noticed it was you

The boy stepped back as he was startled because of your presence. Never had he expected finding your head laying on his chest. Never had he thought you’d be that weight pressing onto his chest a few minutes earlier. You came in without letting your presence known, yet you felt the need to lay on jungkook’s chest while he was hiding under his bed sheets. Jungkook’s bed may have been comfortable but something about your friend’s body always made you want to use him as your pillow. He had a comforting scent that you liked so much.

“What?” you raised a brow “Daddy?” you leaned closer to him “I didn’t knew you were into those kind of things” you half smirked before stepping back from his chest and sitting comfortably on his bed

Jungkook blinked frantically as he covered his half naked torso with his blanket. You were quite blessed to witness such a sight first thing in morning. Your childhood friend, half naked with the cutest bed hair you’ve ever seen in history. His cute startled face that contrasted perfectly with his toned upper body, only added to his charming presence. Those Taekwondo lessons did pay off and he had quite the charm of a sports boy.

“W-W-Who allowed you to break in here!!” Jungkook felt heat invade his body “I feel violated. Why did you j-j-jump onto my bed so suddenly like this!”

“I didn’t jump for your information. Stop being a diva Jeon Jungkook. I just came here in attempt to wake up your lazy ass” you chuckled as you made yourself comfortable on his bed

“Yeah, what kind of girl makes herself c-comfortable on a guy’s bed like this? Whoah… I’m speechless now. Don’t you have any fear, woman!” he pointed at you as he slowly stepped back

“Relax. I’m the girl here, I won’t attack you” you almost laughed

“Well, you never know! People like you….” he furrows his brows “Stole my FIRST KISS”

“Oh lordy” you rolled your eyes “You’re still not over that” you chuckled “It was just an innocent peck, Jungkook” you commented “Don’t tell me you’re still phased by something that happened when we were still kids?”

“Yeah, we were still kids, but it happened barely two years ago” he blinked

“It wasn’t a real kiss. No tongue was involved. You can cancel that kiss if you want. ” you stuck out your tongue

“ I hate myself” Jungkook sighed “ and I hate you too” he stood up before grabbing your arm while struggling to cover his chest with his blankets .He slowly tried pushing you out of his room “Now get out of my room!”

“Why are you so tense” you turn around as you poke his bicep “Do I make you nervous” you wiggle your eyebrows

Jungkook groaned in the most annoyed tone you’ve ever heard in a while. He was a little or should we say, VERY fed up with this ugly morning.

“You used to be so cute, what happened to you?!” Jungkook made his infamous meme face “ I cannot comprehend what could have had happened in the time span of two years , for you to turn from a pretty girl , to some…some… savage individual who jumps on people first thing in the morning!” he covers his chest again

“I became sexy~ that’s what happened” you flipped your hair

“No, I became sexy” Jungkook retorted as he copied your hair flip motion “Do you see this jaw? It’s the epitome of sex appeal.”

“Oh lord, what is he saying now” you scoffed “Do you need more sleep, honey?”

“YES. I WANT TO SLEEP” he banged his head on the nearest wall

“Sorry to disappoint but you can’t” you stepped in front of him

“And this is also why I despise seeing your squishy face , first thing in the morning” he cupped your cheeks with one of his hand, squishing your cheeks together making you look like a fish “ Is this about Jennie from the block again? I hate that woman” he groaned

You laughed at the Jennie from the block reference.

“Yeah, well, Jennie from the block is turning 18 today” you commented

“I know, I got the memo over a thousand times. Kim Tae even bothered to hit me up at 7 in the morning to remind me. Why can’t you people go to church and stop bothering me” Jungkook faked a sob “Go pray with Taehyung or go sleep over at Lisa’s place. Let me sleep in peace” he poked your arm

“Why are you so grumpy?” you punched his arm

“BECAUSE!” he groaned before holding back “I just need sleep okay?”

“B-but—“

“No buts!” he puts his index over your lips “Let me get my sleep. If you disagree I’m going to make you sleep with me!”

OH well f*ck, was that my subconscious that talked through me?!

“Sleep with you?” you raised a brow “I didn’t knew that things would escalate that far. It’s still only 7:10 in the morning and you want me to sleep with you? Jungkook, senior year must have been very stressful for you” you patted his shoulder “Poor child.”

“Not in that meaning of the word. Sleep as in actual sleep, not that kind of sleep you’re thinking of” He flicked your forehead lightly “Damn, why am I even bothering to talk with you? Ugh, you know what?! Go pray Y/N. We all need to pray for finals anyways” he slowly pushed you near the door

“Okay, I’ll take Jelly for a walk then” you were about to leave as Jungkook grabbed your wrist

Jelly was Jung kook’s new pet and most cherished one as well. The little Pomeranian was still so small and harmless, he had to protect her as if she was his child.

“Don’t touch my baby girl!” Jungkook glared at you “She’s barely 2 months old, leave my child alone”

“Damn, relax Father. I’m not going to eat her! I’ll just pet her, then” you pushed his arm off

“I wonder how scary you’ll become once you actually have a daughter.” You shivered “Ugh, just thinking about it makes me shiver. Thank god I wasn’t born to be your child”

“I just want to protect my loved ones, woman” you crossed his arms over his chest “I wouldn’t want a mother as crazy as you either”

“So immature” you rolled your eyes “I’d make an amazing mother, for your information!” you glared at him “I know how to cook and I actually know how to change diapers, unlike someone”

“DON’T BRING UP THE DIAPERS TALK. Changing Diapers scares me! Remember the last time we were babysitting Mrs. Stewart’s child and he pooped all over the place. I was going to vomit! I swear on my manlyhood. I’m not cut for babysitting.”

“Manly my butt, you’re backing off from a diaper” you chuckled

“But it stinks! And I’m sensitives to odors!” he pouted

“Cocky diva kook” you shook your head “I feel sorry for whoever gets you be your future wife.”

“Make sure you attend my wedding and don’t cry too much after letting such a golden guy slipping through your fingers”

“As if it’s ever going to happen “you rolled your eyes “I’ll make sure to get married before you do” you cross your arms over your chest

“ Yeah, good luck finding a boyfriend Y/N” he replied sarcastically before his thumb reached the side corner of your mouth as he wiped off something “ You ate chocolate before coming here” he licked his finger ‘

“Gross” you furrowed your brows “Was this supposed to make me flustered” you cringed your face

“Nah, why would I make an effort to seduce a savage like you” he smile sarcastically

“Because you love me”

“I’d rather date Jennie and Hoseok, and call it a poly relationship”

“That hurts” you put your hand over your chest “You would pick your worst enemy and your most annoying friend against me?”

“Yeah” he nodded his head “Friends are meant to stay in the friend zone, right? Don’t cross the line, you female version of Tarzan” he pushed your forehead

“What happened to that guy in kindergarten that used to act like a gentlemen? Whoah… you really can’t judge a book by its cover. All I conclude from this, is that you get brattier as the years go by”

“It’s called having sass, sweetheart” he winked at you “You might think you’re all that, but my jaw is superior” he made a sassy pose

You chuckled before making your next comment

“Jungkook baby, do you see this?” you point at your thigh “This is what you call a thigh and it apparently drives some guys insane, but it doesn’t mean that all men will fall for it. Just like your jaw. Your jaw is a nice decoration to grit my cheese on. Why that is jaw so useless? ”

“I hate thighs unless they’re related to chicken” Jungkook blinked before pushing you out of his room and locking his door

“Jeon Jungkook!!!” you knocked on his door

…

You knocked a few times on his door before sighing. You had an entire day planned out with him for Jennie’s birthday, yet he already kicked you out of his room. You had to bring him out of there for the sake of your friend’s birthday. Not that Jennie wanted him at her birthday, but it was the perfect opportunity for you to spend time with your best friend. The boy recently stopped going out because of school. He would lock himself up in his room for hours as he studied for your upcoming finals. The funny part about this was that he wasn’t even one of the top students, but Jungkook knew better than to play around like an idiot when finals were coming soon. He became ambitious and had plans for the future and telling by the look on his father’s face when you came in a few minutes earlier, the older man didn’t seemed pleased to see you.

“Whatever Kook, I’m going to wait for you downstairs” you knocked a last time before going downstairs

As you went downstairs, you could immediately see from your vision perimeter that Jungkook’s mother was cooking breakfast while watching a cooking broadcasting show. Jungkook’s father was sitting on the couch, sipping on coffee while reading his newspaper. In a family of such diplomatic people, Jungkook was still daydreaming and sleeping upstairs. You could say he was the cheerful and entertaining kid in the family, but his dad disliked watching his son being frivolous and going out at insane hours of the day. Especially when it involved you. The man always thought you were a nuisance for his son, but never said anything about it. You were a bad influence on him from the father’s point of view.

“H-hi, Mrs. Jeon” you stuttered as you made your way onto the kitchen

“Y/N” his mother smiled at you “Did you wake up that big lazy child upstairs?”

“Well, I tried” you commented “He kicked me out of his room” you whispered in her ear

“That little!” she sighed “Don’t mind him, He stayed up last night to study for his math final, but played overwatch instead. He’s probably grumpy because he got carried away by his games”

“Typically a Jungkook thing to do, huh” you smiled

“He should be downstairs in a few minutes” she nudged you “That kid sets his alarm at 7:30 AM, so he won’t be sleeping for long”

“Then why did he made a fuss about waking him up at 7AM?” you blinked

“Jungkook doesn’t like getting his sleep interrupted. Especially when he’s having a good dream” his mother giggled “Who knows what he was dreaming about.”

“I really wonder what he was dreaming about” you replied

“Do you want to help me make a cake for Jennie?”

“Mrs. Jeon, you know about Jennie’s birthday?”

“Of course I do! I know everything about my little Kookie crumb. He has so many friends.” She added

“But they’re not that close…” you muttered under your breath

“What?” she asked you

“Oh, no, nothing!”

“So you guys are hanging out later?” she asked you

“Yeah, Jennie is throwing a little party at her place tonight” you smiled

“Whoah! Sounds like lots of fun!” Jungkook’s mom chuckled “Make sure you have lots of fun and forbid Jungkook from coming back home” she winked at you

“M-Mrs. Jeon” you flushed

“What? He needs to enjoy life and not lock himself up in his room like Rapunzel! I don’t want to see my son turning into a princess who can’t get out of her room”

“Jungkook needs time to study in order to take over our business” Jungkook’s father shot stiffly

The smile on your face suddenly faded away

“And he also needs to enjoy his youth, honey” Jungkook’s mother added

“Who needs to enjoy youth?” Jungkook slowly walked down the stairs, one eye half opened, and hair sticking out in every direction, toothbrush in his mouth, and still struggling to put on his white shirt “Me?” he sighed

You suddenly avert your eyes from his bare torso as your cheeks are suddenly tinted red

“He’s a mess isn’t he?” his mom whispered to you before adding a comment to her son “Baby bun, go take a shower first”

“She called me downstairs” Jungkook pointed at you “and now I have to go upstairs again?” he scowled “Why are women so complicated?” he muttered to himself, ruffling his hair as he slowly walked upstairs with heavy sleepy steps

“Yeah, he definitely got his dream interrupted” his mom giggled at you

…

You sat at the dinner table as you grabbed some jam to spread onto your toasts. Just as you were about to grab the peanut butter, a hand firmly held onto it. You lift your head up to lock eyes with the grumpy kookie crumb you tried waking up a few minutes ago.

“Get your hands off of my food” you furrowed your brows

“This is my place” he smiled at you sarcastically “My place, MY food, my rules”

It wasn’t long before Jungkook’s mom pinched him arm and urged him to sit back down.

“Owwww!!! Mom!!” Jungkook scowled

“This isn’t the proper way to treat a lady, Jeon Jungkook” his mother scolded him “I taught you how it was done, why are you not listening to me?”

“Mother, this girl isn’t a lady!” he pointed at you “and why are you assuming things on your own?!” he sighed “I wasn’t taking away the food from her! I was just going to make a sandwich for her” he pouted “Because Jam goes with peanut butter!”

“As if anything you ever said was even legit” you whispered at him

“You woke me up, live with it” he whispered back

“Give me back my peanut butter” you ask him

“I said I was making you a sandwich!” he sat next to you

“Now that’s my boy” his mom ruffled his hair

“And this peanut butter is mine. You’re in my house remember?” he whispered in your ear

“I heard you were going to attend some birthday party today?” his mom stared at him

“Oh? You mean Jennie the witch from the block?” Jungkook chewed on a strawberry “Yeah she’s turning 18 today”

“Jungkook” his mother glared at him

“Don’t mind him Mrs. Jeon. Him and Jennie share a very close relationship” you smiled awkwardly

“Yeah, so close, that she always threatens me—“he was about to blabber but your palm was clasped onto his chattering mouth

“They share a SPECIAL bond. Right kook?” you raise a threatening brow

“Very special. I might as well be her maid of honor once she ties the knot with Hoseok” Jungkook rolled his eyes before spreading butter onto his toasts “Her smile doesn’t ruin my heart like it does to Hoseok but it cuts my wellbeing in half… ” he shivered

“She isn’t that scary” you chuckled “She’s so small and cute! She wouldn’t hurt a bug! You’re just exaggerating”

You’re a thousand times cuter.

“Look Y/N, the day you become a man, you’ll understand that Jendeukie is anything but sweet. “He commented

“Yeah and you still call her by her pet name” you laughed

I wish I could give you a pet name….

“Exactly, her pet name contrasts with her witch-like personality!” Jungkook grabbed the toast on which you spread the jam earlier, and stuck them with his peanut butter toasts “A match made in heaven” he stared at his toasts “and I’m going to eat both of them”

“Not so fast! The jam toasts were mine!” you scowled before grabbing one

“Then ask me politely like a lady does it. Maybe I’ll consider treating you like one” he shook his head

“In your wildest dreams” you smirked before biting onto one of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich

She just took a bite from my food again, doesn’t that mean that...Another indirect kiss? Spare me, Jesus. This morning has been too much to handle for me.

You might have been oblivious about it, but Jungkook noticed your new habit to eat his food even if he already ate some of it. It didn’t matter which kind of food it was, whether it was a sandwich, a drink, a chocolate bar or even a lollipop, you didn’t hesitate to taste it, being completely aware of the fact that Jungkook’s lips and tongue were on that food before you did.

“Too Wild and savage. Definitely not my type” he shook his head in disbelief

I’m craving for a girl as exciting as her…

“Who wants to be your type” you rolled your eyes

She got a point. Who am I to be saying such things? And why am I acting like a brat when she’s obviously above any ideal type that exists….? Oh yeah, better keep her in the friend zone instead of burdening her with my stupid feelings.

It wasn’t long before Mr. Jeon’s voice was heard through his thoughts. The older man wasn’t pleased to see you biting onto his son’s food.

“Remember your Curfew, young man” his father cleared his throat “You still have a few things to take care of before summer comes up”

“Yeah dad” Jungkook’s smile suddenly faded away from his face

“Let him have a little bit of fun, honey!” his mother urged her husband

“Kids at his age are most likely to cause trouble and I’m not allowing this to happen in my family” the dad replied stiffly “You will be back at home before 9pm.”

“As if I had anyone to cause trouble with” Jungkook muttered under his breath as he rolled his eyes “B-but…Dad, what if I want to stay a little later? Please, just for one night! I promise I won’t cause any trouble…” Jungkook stuttered

“On what grounds am I supposed to trust you, when you hang out with these kind of kids?” he asked his son as he stared at you “You can expect me to take away your phone and your games from you” his dad replied to him

You gulped on your saliva as you understood that the comment was meant for you. Jungkook’s father never really liked you nor did he enjoyed watching you getting near his son. You didn’t need to think twice before understanding that the old man only considered you as a nuisance for his son’s bright future. You were what held him back from going on business trips with his parents every year, because he feared growing apart from you. He had to learn the ropes in order to manage his parents’ company and make it successful, yet he was still reluctant about it. Staying over during the summer was another excuse for him to keep his future away from getting near him. Maybe he didn’t want to inherit the company? That, no one knows, but the boy was fed up his father’s mania to control his life.

You chose to leave the kitchen and wait for him outside, as his mother showed you the way out. You didn’t had to be there to know that Jungkook was going to fight with his dad.

“Excuse me?” Jungkook furrowed his brows

“You heard me right, Jeon Jungkook. You will be taking over the company and until you turn 21, you aren’t allowed to date anyone that I’m not approving of”

“Who even brought up the dating issue? I just want to celebrate my friend’s birthday” Jungkook ruffled his hair “Y/N is my childhood friend, the least you could do as an adult is to acknowledge her presence like anyone with a heart would.”

“I’m saying this because she has a bad influence on you! All you’ve been doing is playing around because of her. She’s a nuisance for your future and I’m never coming back on my words. A boy like you should search someone who’s worthy of him--”

“I’m not even dating her!” Jungkook scowled “So stop calling her that way. She’s the precious child of another family as well. Doesn’t it occur to you that I might not be as amazing as you think I am? I’m just like any other boy. Stop belittling other’s children to make me seem higher than what I actually am. ”

“You are leaving this summer Jeon Jungkook, the least I expect from you is to wrap up this mess and cut ties with that girl before it gets messier.”

“I refuse to cut ties with her” Jungkook glared at his father

“You might think you’re all that but you’re barely 17 years old. The world isn’t what you think! It is way more difficult than what you think!”

“It doesn’t matter how old I am or how mature I get, Y/N will always have a place in my heart and you won’t be able to change this mindset” Jungkook firmly stated his point before grabbing his jacket and deserting his place.

…

You kicked the ground with your sneakers as you suddenly heard the door opening up. Jungkook didn’t seem in the mood of going to any party. His dad ruined his morning and the boy was at a sensitive age where everything seemed like the end of the world. Only following his hearts orders, he grabbed your wrist in an unexpected way.

“You know that I hate you, right?” he sighed before swiftly pulling your frail body on his embrace, as a way to reassure himself.

“You know that the feeling is mutual right?” you wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, grasping onto his jacket as firmly as you could

“I hate my life” he pressed his cheek on your neck as his body was slowly relaxing against yours “Why are you so short.” he sighed

Why were you so perfectly made to fit into my arms…?

“Why are you so tall?” you added

“Why am I already a senior in high school?” he ran his fingers through your soft hair

“I actually question that as well” you comment “How did you even got there with that kind of brain?” you tugged lightly on his soft hair

“Then why are you friends with me?” he felt a tear escape his eyes

So many questions, but so many unanswered ones.

Why am I falling for my best friend?

“Jeon Jungkook, why are you like this?” you slowly pulled away from his hug and gasped as you witnessed tears on his face for the first time. You cupped his cheek with your delicate hand as you wiped off his tears with your thumb “Jeon, what’s wrong?” You grabbed his face on both of your hands as you felt tears on the crease of your eyes as well “If you start crying, then what am I supposed to do?” you felt a knot in your throat

You grabbed his hand as you walked a little further away from his place to the nearby park. You both sat on a bench as Jungkook was wiping off his tears. The boy felt like he lost to you. He even showed you the tears, he never showed to anyone else. He always believed that crying in front of you would be the same as losing his dignity. He promised to protect you from crying when you were kids, yet this time he was the one with waterfalls threatening to fall from his eyes.

“Jungkook, look at me” you cupped his cheeks once again “I don’t know what happened to you, but I want you to know that I’m always on your side okay?”

You don’t even know…

You pulled him into your arms, head laying against your collarbone, tears wetting your brand new shirt, arms tightly wrapped around your sensitive waist. Jungkook was gripping into you like he never did before. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, slowly running your fingers through his apple scented hair once again. It always went the other way around, but this time it was his turn to trust and to lean on you. He protected you for all of these years and it was his turn to show you some vulnerability and be your damsel in distress.

You could tell he calmed down after a few minutes. His breathing slowed down as he slowly pulled his face away from your collarbone/chest area. He got carried away and was repenting for his embarrassing acts. How was he going to face you?

“I’m just an idiot, don’t pay attention to me” his deep voice commented

“No you’re not! Don’t say that!” you furrow your brows “Ok yes, you’re an idiot sometimes for being a tease, but it’s also my fault for annoying you at times, but like—“

He chuckled through his tears, at your response

“Oh! You smiled” you held onto your heart in relief “ Honey” you sat next to him before leaning your head on his shoulder

“Don’t honey me, you female version of Tarzan” he laughed through his tears

“I know it may sound of place and not suited for this situation, but your skin is so soft” your fingers hovered over his cheeks

“S-Stop” his fingers clasped around your wrist

“Why?” you pushed his hand away “I need some tips from you to make my skin as glowing as yours” you hover your face next to his cheek “Something’s missing” you comment as you hovered your thumb over his soft cheek

“What?”

“A healing kiss” you pressed your lips on his wet cheek as he stiffened against the moist soft lips on his cheek

Crying gets me kisses, now?! , he thought completely flabbergasted by the fact that you were both on each other’s tails a few seconds ago and now you were casually pressing your lips on him.

“Are we all good now? “You pulled away “Come on! Stop looking all shook and smile!” you pinched his cheek

“D-Do you always do this to people who cry?” he stuttered as he flushed red

“Oh well, I used to do this when my dad was mourning over my aunt’s death, and it always made him smile” you commented “I was about seven or eight years old back then?” you paused before adding “but what happened to you?” you grabbed his large hand as you played with his long fingers

“Nothing” he finally muttered

“Then why? Why were you tearing up?” you blinked

“Oh please, don’t bring that up” he cringed his face “Can we forget about that. I’m already embarrassed. I don’t even want to talk about it” he wiped off the remaining tears “I was just overwhelmed”

“Overwhelmed because of what?”

“Stop asking so many questions.” He ruffled your hair rather aggressively, to the point where your hairdo was ruined

“I will officially murder your ass after prom” you glared at him

….

A few hours later

You made your way onto Jennie’s Birthday Party. You could tell by the look of Jungkook’s face that he was green with envy as he watched the blue Ferrari parked in front of Jennie’s house. The huge bow sticking onto the car only indicated that it was Jennie’s Birthday Gift.

“Why is it that she gets a car and I only get books for my birthday?!” Jungkook scowled “My dad only got me some administration and management books last year. I want to burn all of them” he rolled his eyes as he approached the car “This beauty is going to belong to Jennie the witch from the block” Jungkook sighed before patting the car “ Baby, break a leg and don’t let her push on your pedals too much, okay?”

“Weirdo, why am I friends with this weirdo” you slowly walked away from him as you adjusted your white dress

“You’re weirder for picking a white dress!! We’re not getting married, why are you wearing white and why am I wearing a black suit?!”

“Because the theme is black and white, idiot” you commented

“Jennie the witch doesn’t know that White and Black aren’t even colors to begin with”

“Jungkook just shut it, will you?” you smacked his arm “Did you get the cake?”

“Yeah, the witch better be happy that my beloved mother woke up early on a Sunday morning to cook her a cake”

“You didn’t poison it, did you?” you gave him a suspicious look

“I should’ve done that” Jungkook face palmed “Damn it! You always have brilliant ideas Y/N. I will definitely poison her cake next year” he chuckled

“Hey, stop it before she poisons you first” you nudged him

You recognized a gentlemen figure walking towards you. Jimin was there in all of his glory, wearing a simple white button up shirt, some black pants, and a gorgeous black bowtie. He looked so stylish, you could bet on your pinky that at least half of the girls that were going to show up at this party were going to throw themselves on him.

“What are you lovebirds up to?” Jimin tucked his hands in his pockets.

“Shut up” Jungkook gritted his teeth at the mention of lovebirds

“Damn Jimin, you’re looking great” your jaw dropped “I love that bowtie!” you jumped on the occasion to pull on the sides of the bow “You look so cute~”

“Thank you, sweetie” he winked at you as Jungkook was slowly fuming in envy

Why doesn’t she pull on my tie instead? I hate this family.

“But damn kook, you went all the way out? Isn’t that a suit that you’re wearing?” Jimin’s eyes rounded “You look like a full course meal. Ready for prom? Or should I say…ready for your wedding?” he eyed you before winking at Jungkook

“Who are you kidding? I’m planning on remaining single for a while” Jungkook replied with a smug on his face “If I don’t remain single, then how sad would that be for other girls who want a piece of this?”

“Whoa, Jungkook is bragging again” Taehyung chuckled “What an amazing way to start my night, right?” he stared at the girl in his arms

“Why does he have a girlfriend and why am I still single? That’s the real question” Jungkook shook his head in disbelief “and you!” he pointed at Taehyung “Who the f*ck allowed you to call me at 7AM on a Sunday!?”

“My instincts told me it was the right thing to do” Taehyung nodded nonchalantly

“You little @$%@^@” Jungkook glared at Taehyung” You ruined everything ugh” he muttered under his breath

“Taehyung liked Lisa for a while and Taehyung courted her in the cutest way ever” you nudged your friend

“Can we not talk about this?” Lisa blushed a few shades of red

“Tell me about it, Kim Tae was all gaga over her” Jimin chuckled “I witnessed the worst lovesick fools during freshman year. You’re lucky Y/N. You didn’t had to witness these three idiots in their love conflicts, it was actually so annoying yet entertaining at times”

“Three idiots?” you blinked “So… Hoseok and Taehyung? But who’s the third lovesick idiot?”

“He might be closer than you think, right Jungkook?” Jimin smirked

OH WELL F*CK YOU TOO PARK JIMIN

It wasn’t long before Jungkook’s savior made his way into the party to save him from being exposed.

“It was me” Yoongi suddenly wrapped his arm around Jimin and Jungkook “The third lovesick fool was me” he smiled nonchalantly “I had this unconditional love for hip hop but my mom forced piano lessons onto me”

“Yeah, it makes sense” you nodded “I thought you were talking about Jeon for a few seconds” you smiled awkwardly

“About kook?” Jimin eyes rounded “Do you perhaps know something that we don’t?”

“Well, Hoseok told me during freshman year that Jungkook had this huge crush on a girl? Or maybe it was made up? I don’t even remember, all I know is that it was very fishy”

“I-I didn’t even really had a crush on her!” Jungkook stuttered

“But who was she? That’s what you always avoided telling me” you commented

“Can’t we just call her an imaginary crush and get over it? Jungkook is now a grown man, he doesn’t need to remember crushes like these.” Taehyung replied awkwardly

“Then how about your crush on me?” Lisa frowned “You crushed on me since freshman year? What happened to that? It’s not worth remembering?” she crossed her arms over her chest” I’m kind of very disappointed now”

“Lisa… that’s not what I meant” Taehyung grabbed her arm

“Congrats Kim Tae, you f*cked up again” jimin whispered from the side

“Ugh... What a bunch of brainless idiots” you shook your head before grabbing Lisa’s arm “Let’s spend some girl time together and leave these idiots to socialize in their natural habitat”

“Did she include me in the circle of brainless idiots?” Yoongi blinked

“Probably” Jungkook nodded

“Why?” Yoongi’s jaw dropped three floors lower

“Anyways boys” jimin slung his arms around Jungkook and taehyung “Prepare your vomit bags in advance because you’re going to witness the most embarrassing and cheesy moments in history in a few minutes”

“Why? What IS GOING TO HAPPEN?!” Yoongi blinked frantically

“I think he’s talking about Jendeukie and Hoseok” Taehyung tapped onto his chest “They’re all over each other these days”

“You know what? I’ll see you guys tomorrow” Yoongi slowly made his way out of party venue.

It wasn’t long before Jungkook and Jimin both grabbed the boy by the back of his collar. Yoongi was struggling against their grip on him and Taehyung attempted to clasp his hand over Yoongi’s mouth, which only resulted in a disaster.

“I refuse to get inside. F*ck off. I’m calling my driver. THIS IS ILEGAL. THEY’RE KIDNAPPING ME!!! I’M FATHER LOUIS WILLIAMS SUGA ADAMS THE THIRD. YOU BETTER FREE ME OR ELSE YOU’LL BE GOING TO HELL. IT’S A SUNDAY. Can’t we go pray Jesus instead of witnessing this shit so early in the evening?! GUYS. COME ON!!!”

…

The boys’ worst nightmare has yet to come to reality. Hoseok and Jennie weren’t going to put their cheesiness aside for this night.

“Angel, come here” Hoseok pulled his girlfriend in his arms before kissing her cheek “You look so beautiful today. What did my baby eat to become so sexy?”

“Oh no, here you we go again” Jimin rolled his eyes as he muttered under his breath “She obviously ate food like every other human on earth, for f*ck’s sake” he face palmed

“What? What is going on?” Jungkook blinked being completely oblivious

“Prepare yourself to gag, Jungkook” Taehyung whispered

“Why?” the boy asked

“Shut it, Tae” Lisa pinched Taehyung’s forearm

Jennie stared at her lovesick boyfriend, stars shining through her eyes as she laced their fingers together. Hoseok couldn’t leave his eyes from her and followed every one of her movements as if they were as important as the next presidential elections.

“Sunshine, stop it you’re making me embarrassed” Jennie stared at her shoes shyly as she noticed Hoseok’s eyes on her “D-don’t look at me like that”

“What? There’s nothing to be embarrassed of, you shine the brightest in the galaxy. I can’t keep my eyes off you even if I wanted to” Hoseok would tap her nose “I could look at you day and night without ever getting tired. I still can’t believe you’re my girl. My little star.” he kissed her temple

The little couple were in their own world, while the other friends were torn in between adoration and cringing.

“Oh no, HE DID NOT” Jungkook let out of a growl in disgust “Am I allowed to cry now?”

“Maybe I should make you cry, so that you stop ruining such a perfect moment” You grabbed Jungkook as you put him in a head lock

“Perfect? Y/N. Do you really like this corny stuff?” Jungkook cringed his face

“Hoseok is being super sweet and you’re just salty” you rolled your eyes

“I still don’t get how come this cringe worthy bastard got a himself a girl and I’m still here getting no action” Jungkook shook his head in disbelief

“Jungkook, maybe if you actually tried approaching a girl, it’d be a good start” you commented

“I don’t do females, sorry to disappoint you”

“Then what do you do?” you raised a brow

“Video games” Jungkook nodded to himself being extremely satisfied of his reply

“Oh no” you face palmed “Jungkook please tell me this is a joke. Do I have to start buying you cats from now onwards?”

“Does it look like a joke?” He stared at you “I’m serious and I’m at level 34 of Piano tiles as well. My highest score was 9789. My fingers are skilled” he gave you a cocky smirk as he wrapped his muscular arm around your neck to head lock you this time “So baby girl, the only cats I’m getting are the ones dripping wet for me”

“Yeah I’m definitely buying some cats for you” you shook your head in disbelief “Jungkook, Cats don’t like water. So I’m sorry for you, but if you’re going to mistreat the cats I’m buying for you, then you better prepare yourself to live the rest of your life with no cats.”

“Are they talking about the same cats?” Taehyung whispered to Jimin

“Probably not” Jimin smirked “Y/N’s cats are probably the pure ones, while jungkook’s cats are the ones from hell”

“What do you think Lisa?” Taehyung would lean his head on the girl’s shoulder

“I don’t know” she puffed her cheeks “They always argue about weird stuff” The innocent girl replied

“I still can’t get over how cute your accent is” Taehyung squeaked

“Why?” Lisa giggled “I don’t even have an accent”

“The Thai accent is adorable” Taehyung poked her cheek “Lalisa~~~~” he’d play gently with her blonde hair

“Hey!! I’d like to hear you trying Thai before talking about my accent” she pulled on his cheeks

“And I’d like to get a hug first” Taehyung would open up the zipper of his jumper for the girl to get in his arms “I promise you, it’s warm just how you like it!” Taehyung coughed

“Is that an invitation?” Lisa blushed before she wrapped her around the boy’s waist and got inside his Jumper

Taehyung instinctively zipped up his jumper after she was in his arms, attempting to trap her inside his jumper.

“What are you doing, Taehyung-ah?” She chuckled

“We’re a sandwich now” Taehyung giggled as we wrapped his arms around her waist

“A Korean and Thai flavored sandwich?” Lisa laughed

“Yeah, a yummy match made in heaven” Taehyung added

“Tae please get yourself a room and stop corrupting my innocent kid” Yoongi commented as he stared at Lisa “That child who refers love making as Unicorn making “

“Lisa is not that innocent” Jimin commented “She has her own ways to express naughtiness through innocence” he smirked “That Unicorn we’re talking about is a Dick, right Lisa?”

“What are you saying now?” Taehyung covered Lisa’s ears “Stop saying weird stuff to my girl!”

“ A unicorn that makes magic…” you nodded “ That’s what she used to say back in the day” you blinked as you stared at Jungkook “ I’ll go get some juice” you suddenly left

The discussion went on as you were absent.

“Lisa, I had faith in you” Jungkook sighed as he stared at the blonde haired girl “How could you betray me like this”

“Unicorns are amazing, that’s why and I was curious. I mean… we were still kids so I said a few crazy things.” Lisa smiled at Jungkook “In case you start jumping to conclusions, I’m the only one who brought up this topic. Y/N never really got into it. So don’t worry, Koko, the record is still clean” she winked at Jungkook

“And why should that matter?” jimin raised a brow

“Jungkook didn’t want Y/N to get corrupted like other girls in our grade did, so he trusted Lisa to keep her cute and innocent” Taehyung whispered in jimin’s ears

“And that was the biggest mistake I ever made” Jungkook ruffled his hair “Entrusting something to Lisa is like asking for a natural disaster to happen in a mid-life crisis” he groaned

“Oh” Lisa pouted “Koko isn’t happy, but what to do? As much as I want to keep her innocent, she will learn to be naughty on her own sooner or later, Koko. And when that happens, only you, can figure out what to do”

“Stop SAYING THESE WORDS” Jungkook blinked frantically

“Koko, you have an amazing body, take it as your advantage” she winked

“KIM TAE!!! Keep your girl, under control!” Jungkook hid his chest with his arms as he stared at Taehyung

“Uhm you know, Lisa is just very..uhm… enthusiastic” Taehyung blinked as Lisa suddenly pulled on his tie

“I control my boy, better luck next time Koko” Lisa smiled at him sweetly

“Yeah, even Jendeukie controls Hoseok. Do these girls cast a spell on men or something?” Yoongi chuckled

“Women’s pheromones are amazing” Jimin nodded

“What is he saying” jungkook rolled his eyes

“I got a drink!” you poked jungkook’s shoulder

“Damn, that was fast” jungkook smiled before he grabbed your drink

“Wait, that’s my drink!”

“Too late” he took a sip before he blinked frantically at the unusual taste “Is it grape juice? Because it tastes weird as f*ck”

“Well… I think so” you replied “Now give me back my drink” you grabbed the drink form him

“Wait a second, children” Yoongi grabbed the cup away from you before he took a sip

“Why are you guys drinking from MY CUP? Go get yourself a drink! This one was mine” you pouted

“Jimin-ah, this kind of taste…Isn’t it familiar?” Yoongi gave the cup to Jimin who took a sip as well

“Hmm, grape wine? Yeah, definitely grape wine” Jimin whispered in Yoongi’s ear

“What are you guys whispering to each other?” you raised a suspicious brow

“Nothing very important” Yoongi chuckled

“Be on your guards, Jennie’s parents apparently allowed wine in the house for tonight” Jimin whispered in jungkook’s ears “ That drink you’re holding” he pointed at the cup “ it’s not grape juice”

“Wine?!” Jungkook’s eyes rounded “Oh well f*ck, I wasn’t supposed to drink”

“Why am I always excluded? Share the good stuff with me and give me back my drink” you scowled

“Children like you should’ve stayed home” Jungkook pinched your cheek

“Get your paws off of my face” you slapped his hand away

….

You grabbed Lisa as you both made your way to the birthday Girl. Jennie seemed more than excited about turning eighteen. You finally had your chance to chat with your girls with no interruptions.

“What happened between you and Jung Hoseok? I swear to god, when did you guys became so lovey dovey” you nudged her

“Well, it just kind of happened” Jennie giggled “He’s just so sweet and he smells so good I uhm… well… I don’t know” she blushed

“I predicted this, years in advance yet you always kicked me off my desk and said I was delusional” Lisa shook her head in disbelief “What happened to the ice queen? Has Hoseok melted you or something? You should be pulling on my hair and scolding me by now” Lisa commented

“W-Well we were still young back then! I was genuinely not interested okay!” Jennie replied awkwardly

“But he was” Lisa smirked

“You guys are so cute” you chuckled “I can’t believe both of you already found boyfriends and I’m here procrastinating instead of studying for my next exam”

“Oh baby, let me tell you a thing or two. We might all be in the honeymoon phase, but my sister said it wouldn’t last longer than a few months” Lisa pouted before adding “Didn’t you had a fling with Koko? I thought you guys had something going on since freshman year?”

“Yeah the closet pervert” Jennie nodded “I thought you had this awkward and tense relationship back then? He was such an awkward teen “she chuckled

“All of us were awkward to be honest” you sighed

“I mean, you had to steal his first kiss from him, how manlier can he get?” Jennie laughed “I’m honestly so confused about him. He’s not like the other kids and I don’t like that”

“He’s just shy, give him a break” you commented

“Shyness is another word for Danger! I bet he’s the kind of guy who’d turn things upside down when you don’t expect it. Ugh, just thinking about it makes me shiver” Jennie commented

“Oh my god! That sounds exciting!” Lisa clapped her hands

“You already have a boyfriend blondie, relax” Jennie patted Lisa’s head

“I mean it’s still exciting for Y/N!” Lisa nudged Jennie “They’ll have an exciting time together” she winked

“Very funny, girls” you smiled sarcastically “That guy is too weird to function. I’m never getting involved romantically with him”

“Then why did you stole his first kiss?” Lisa asked you

“Because I felt like it” you replied

“That’s not the answer we wanted to hear “Lisa sighed

“Just enjoy the Party and stop digging into their business, nosy Lisa” Jennie pinched the girl

“Happy Birthday Jendeukie” you smiled at her

“Thank you~” she smiled back

“So what’s your wish, birthday girl?” you nudged Jennie with a sneaky smile

“I’m not telling” Jennie smiled

….

Later during the night…

“When was the last time you kissed someone?” you nudged jimin

“Like a thousand years ago” Jimin sighed “I’m not searching for a girlfriend or anything right now, but I wish to have an exciting campus life next year”

“This guy’s first kiss was our class president Jung Eunbi” Taehyung shook his head in disbelief “Do you realize that he managed to get a kiss from the most uptight girl in our grade?”

“She was cute and smart” Jimin leaned his back on the wall “Just how I like them”

“Why do I have a feeling that Jimin will end up with a girl who’s not good at school” you chuckled

“You’re so cute Y/N.” jimin ruffled your hair “I dislike stupid girls” he commented “I want to be able to hold deep conversations with a girl. If she’s dumb …then how am I supposed to make it happen?”

“Ouch, my heart just sunk for the millions of girls who actually crushed on you” you held on your chest

“Brains don’t define you” Taehyung commented “There’s more to life than grades, Jimin-ah”

“What about you?” you stared at Yoongi “Who was your first kiss?”

“It was my dad” Yoongi sighed

“I feel you, man” Taehyung puts his palm over Yoongi’s shoulder

“What about you Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin swirled his cup in his hands

“Yeah, well my mom had a blast kissing my cheeks and pulling on them when I was a toddler” Jungkook commented awkwardly

“I’m talking about the first time you locked lips with a girl. When did that ever happened?” Jimin smirked

“It never happened” Jungkook kicked the floor with his shoes shyly

“But we—“you furrowed your brows

“Stay silent will you” Jungkook clasped a hand over your lips before whispering in your ears “I thought we agreed to keep it a secret?”

He grabbed your arm as he pulled you in a corner of the room, far away from his friends.

“Whatever” you frowned as you pushed his hands away from you

“Why? Are you disappointed” he blinked

“Not disappointed, just very disappointed?” you tilted your head

“Then…do you want to test it out again, tonight?” he slid his hands along your arms to hold your hands as he raised a seductive brow

“What is he saying now?” you rolled your eyes

“Don’t play the innocence game Y/N” Jungkook stared at the ceiling “We’re turning 18 in a few months.”

“Innocence game?” you tilt your head “I don’t see where you’re going”

“Oh, who knows where I’m going?” Jungkook shrugged “I don’t know where I’m going either”

“You know exactly where you’re going” you chuckled “I’m not your dumb innocent home girl who believes into pretty lies.”

“Depends if you want me to make it censored or rated?” Jungkook sipped on his grape juice

“You can go as explicit as you need Jungkook” you licked on your lollipop

Jungkook suddenly choked on his drink as he coughed violently when these words left your lips.

“What are you?” Jungkook turned to look at you

“Uhm… your best friend?” you replied

“Yeah, best friends don’t usually act like this” the boy tensed up “I-I was just teasing you”

“Jungkook, its’ okay. You have nothing to hide from me. I understand how males function.” You put your palm over his shoulder

“How do we function?” Jungkook quirks up a brow

“Boys are easily stimulated by images” you commented as you stared your lollipop before giving it a lick “Am I not right?”

Jungkook’s adam’s apple bobbed down as he say your tongue playing with that candy

Stop licking that goddamn candy

“Y/N, you’re a f*cking pervert” Jungkook scoffed “What in the world are you imagining?” he chuckled as cold sweats were forming on his neck

“Oh, Maybe I was wrong after all” you sighed “Dang it”

“Is that how you planned on seducing Seokjin Hyung?” Jungkook added, slightly salty

“Jin?” you blinked “You mean, my neighbor Seokjin?”

“Yeah, the tall one, who’s intelligent and too beautiful you almost lost your shit when he moved into your neighborhood” Jungkook rolled his eyes

“Not to lie, but he’s really hot” you bite on your bottom lip as you eyed your lollipop “Seokjin has those pink lips” you squeal to yourself “It makes me wonder how they’d feel like”

“Y/N, you’re such a pervert” Jungkook eyed you “I promise you, his lips don’t feel that great”

“Have you felt them before?” you laughed

“College boys are not that amazing” He stares at you “He’s a 23 years old geezer. His lips won’t even feel that good”

“Oh My lord, Jungkook” you elbowed him in the stomach “Twenty three is not even old! You’re just jealous because you wished you were as mature as Jin is.”

“I doubt you’d want to waste your real first kiss on him” he rolled his eyes

“Kissing Seokjin, would never be a waste!” you added “He’s experienced and smart, and that’s what attracts me”

“The idea is obviously blinding you Y/N! You’re only 17 and he’s 23! You can’t be with him even if you wanted to” he said “You’re an underage child and he’s a grown man.”

“Well, he wouldn’t back up from kissing me, unlike someone” you stare at him

“I thought we were over that” Jungkook growled

“I’m never going to forget it. You actually backed off and I had to steal the first kiss from you” you smirked

“It didn’t count okay! It wasn’t a real kiss!” Jungkook rolled his eyes

“What already happened will always remain engraved in history. It’s too late to try making up for it Jungkook. You’re a guy who backed off from his first kiss”

“Do I have to actually kiss you so that you shut up about that thing that happened 2 years ago?” he cornered you, pressing his palm against your wall

“S-Says the high schooler who only knows how to play games on his phone” you blinked as you avoided his gaze

“Y/N, This is the truth! You just have a misconception of high school boys because you see them every day, but we’re all getting into college, and believe or not but all of the high schoolers will be college boys someday as well. “He titled your chin with his fingers to lock eyes with you

“College boys are more mature that’s why” you sighed as you slapped his hand away

“You’re so annoying” Jungkook sighed

“It’s not just about the college factor. It’s also the fact that Jin is different” you commented “unlike someone”

“Oh, so the problem here isn’t the fact that I’m less cool because I’m still a senior in high school?” he raised a brow “You’re straight out saying that you’d pick Jin over me, right?” he grabbed the lollipop away from your hold

“Yeah” you nodded “Hey give me back my lolli—“

“Don’t you dare get your panties twisted in a knot over me the day we get into college then” he popped the lollipop in his mouth

“O-Oh don’t worry, it’s never going to happen” you smiled sarcastically “My candy though” you pointed at him “Give it back” you showed your palm to him

“Nah” he ruffled your hair “See you later”

“I will step on your dick someday and you will cry for mercy” you clenched your fistas he left

“I heard you” Jungkook commented as he kept on walking away

…

As the evening went by, you chose to find a cozy spot in the huge living room where you sat comfortably sipping on your grape juice. You were slowly feeling tired and dizzy for some weird reason. You were never into parties, but something about your drink and the atmosphere made you feel warm. You left the girls to spend some quality time with your phone, because yes, you were that kind of person. You tried binge watching the latest episode of Strong Woman Do Bong Soon. It wasn’t long before you felt a weight shift on the other side of the couch, and slowly shifting towards you. You suddenly felt a head leaning onto your shoulder. You recognized him by his apple scented hair

“What is wrong now?” you ask nonchalantly

“Tae and Jimin said that I was a nuisance to them” he pouted

“Why?” you ruffled his hair “You got on their nerves again? What have you done with time?”

“Well I kind of… interrupted Jimin when he was talking to some girl”

“What was your reason?”

“I wanted to show him that new app I have on my phone”

“What about Tae, then? He’s usually forgiving to people… ”

“I interrupted his kiss with Lisa by accident” Jungkook played with his fingers “It was really an accident! I just felt kind of dizzy and dropped my drink on Lisa’s white dress…by accident”

“You said accident three times”

“Because it really was an accident” he sighed cutely

“Jungkook, what is wrong with you?” you pulled on his cheek

“I want some attention. Can’t someone love me please? ” He hugs your arm “I know it’s Jennie’s Birthday, but like… I feel kind of weird and warm, and I want some love?”

“Are you drunk?” you chuckled

“Am I?”

“There’s no way you can be drunk. I thought alcohol wasn’t allowed in this party.”

“Let’s do something crazy” his warm fingers hovered over your bare arm

“L-Like what?” you stuttered

“Let’s hug” he smiled cutely before pulling you into his embrace

“Jungkook, are you sure you’re not taking any drugs I’m not aware of?” you raised a suspicious brow as his hold around your waist was getting tighter

“No, I just love you so so so much” he pressed his cheek on your shoulder

“Yeah, definitely on drugs” you nodded

“You’re like a drug to me” he buried his nose in the crook of your neck

“Oh sweet baby Jesus, Are you quoting Twilight now?” you sighed

“Jungkook just wants some love, is that too much to ask?” his hold around your waist suddenly got tighter than earlier

“Jungkook? Are you being Serious?” you tugged on his hair

“Jungkook doesn’t like being alone. Jungkook likes you the most” he pressed his lips on your shoulder as you gasped in response

“W-What’s with all of this Jungkook wants this, Jungkook wants that?” you felt your cheeks heat up “G-Get off!” you tried pushing him off

“You don’t like Jungkook, huh?” his hold on you suddenly became loose “That’s sad though” he slowly backed off “Jungkook likes you a LOOOOTTTT” he pointed at you

“Is Jungkook in his right mind as well?” you raised a brow

Who would be in their right minds if they were in love with you?

“Nah… hehehehe” he giggled before falling asleep on your lap,

“What a f*cking idiot” you smiled as you ran your fingers through his hair “What can I even expect from this kid?” you sighed

Little did you knew that these moments were probably the last ones you’d have with him for a while

…

A few months later

Prom was right around the corner and you went shopping for your dress with your friends and Jungkook. You wanted Jungkook to match his tie color with your dress, to celebrate your friendship, but the boy was disagreeing.

“Only couples do that weird stuff” he leaned against the wall “We will look stupid” he sighed

“Come on! You haven’t even picked your suit! Let’s do it to celebrate our 13 years friendship anniversary”

“Are we getting married or something? This is just prom Y/N. Take it easy” Jungkook stared at you

“Just PROM?!Jungkook, do you realize that prom is like an equivalent of your wedding day when you’re a teen?” you shouted in a sarcastic tone

“Oh lord, she’s being crazy again” he rolled his eyes

“I was just kidding” you chuckled “but Prom is still important. Come on” you pulled on his sleeve “Do it for me”

“Why should I do such a thing?” he whined

Why would I do such a thing, when I’m probably not even showing up to prom *sighs*

“Because you’re my best friend” you lean your face on his chest before tip-toeing and biting his bare shoulder

“OUCH?!!!” he half-shouted

“Come on, get your ass going before I bite something else” you smiled sarcastically

“What do you want to bite?!” he covered his chest with his arms “this savage woman” he scoffed

“Let’s go~” you pulled him with you Inside the shop

I really need to tell her the truth before it’s too late…

…

You’ve walked around the city as you searched for the perfect tie and dress shirt that’d match with your shirt. Jungkook’s steps were getting heavier as he felt the pressure of keeping a smile on his face for your sake. Being friends for over 13 years only meant that you knew his feelings better than anyone else did. You didn’t need a PHD in psychology to understand that your best friend was hiding something from you, and for a very long time now.

“I know you have something to tell me” you commented as you both walked your way back home

“Me? N-Not at all” he blinked

“Stop stuttering and tell me the truth” you grabbed his hand “I already know, Jungkook” whipped your head up to lock eyes with his round doe ones

She knows?

“You’re leaving this time, right?” you muttered “and for a very long time…”

“Who told you about this?” he grabbed your hands

“ I heard your parents are planning on moving to Germany this summer” you kick the ground with your shoes “ and you will probably leave again, just like every summer” you sighed “ Jungkook, I don’t want to hold onto something when I already it’s leaving me forever”

Germany? Who said it was in Germany?! The last time I recalled, my flight was scheduled for L.A

“Who’s leaving to Germany?!” he blinked “Me?” he gave you that shook face

You simply nodded

“Who gave you this kind of information? Is it my pops?” Jungkook clenched his fist

“It doesn’t matter Jungkook, someday it will happen and it’s not like we’ll be able to stay together forever” you sighed

“What do you mean by that?” He furrowed his brows “We can still talk over the phone and facetime! It’ll be just like when we were kids”

“We’ll be in college, Jungkook. We won’t have time for that” you added

“Then we can just make time for each other!” he tried lacing your hands with his as you gently rejected his touch

“You leave every summer and comeback with amazing memories to share with us, but someday you’ll have to follow in your parent’s footsteps and do just like them. When that happens, what will happen to us?” you felt tears forming on the crease of your eyes “People grow and change Jungkook. What tells you that you’ll still be holding onto our friendship after leaving for a few months? These months will soon turn into years and these years will turn into forever.”

“Oh, so you reject me because you can’t bear with the idea of me being overseas?” Jungkook chuckled heartlessly “What a joke. I heard funny statements in the past, but you’re really something else.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You’re willing to give up on our relationship just because we might be away from each other for a few months?” Jungkook commented “You’re telling this to a guy who did his best to call you every day despite being on the other side of Earth? The least you could do is wait for me…but I guess I can’t even expect this from you”

“You won’t understand Jungkook, even if I try to explain the situation, you won’t get it, because you can pretend to be okay even in the hardest times” you grab his arm “but I can’t pretend to be okay when you’re not”

“I’m fine! I’m more concerned about you” he grabs your wrist as he pulls you in his arms “I’m always fine. I will never not be fine.”

“That’s what I’m saying” you melted in his arms “It’s okay to not be okay, Jungkook”

“But I’m really okay” he felt a knot in his throat

“No you’re not” your tears escaped your eyes “You’re not okay at all! So stop smiling at me”

“Then what? You expected me to leave in tears?” he gulped on his saliva as his voice got lower “You expected me to leave you behind, with an image of me, being depressed over this trip?” he hugged you tighter “That would hurt you, and it’d hurt me a hundred times more to see you hurting because of me” he paused

“You dumb idiot”

“Yes, I’m scared we might grow apart and fade away. You could always find a nice boyfriend and forget about your silly childhood friend…these thoughts haunt me all the time, but can I even do? I’m just a friend”

“I’d never leave you after finding a boyfriend, who gave you those dumb ideas?” your arms tightened around his waist

“My brain, I guess” he chuckled in a heartbroken tone “It still doesn’t change the fact that I’m leaving though”

“Who said I was going to let this happen?” you buried your face in his chest

“Y-You don’t want me to leave?” he stuttered

“You should leave” you punched his chest with your fist

“What? Stop playing with my heart” he whined

“You should leave and come back, so that I can proudly tell the world that my best friend is a successful little bastard” you wiped your tears

“D-Don’t say that” he ruffled his hair “I might miss you even more because of what you just said” he pulled you in his arms again “As much as I hate asking for favors, I want you to do something for me”

“Anything” you sniffled

“The day I come back. I’d like to hear you tell me how handsome I became”

“Ah, seriously” you chuckled in disbelief

“Tell me that you still eat snacks while slacking off instead of studying. Tell me that you haven’t had a single hook up because Jimin has been cock blocking you” he grabbed your hand

“Why would Jimin ever cock block—“you raised a brow

“Tell me that you have been waiting for me” he laced your hands together before locking eyes with you “Tell me that you felt lonely when I wasn’t there”

“What about you then?!” you smacked his arm “You better miss me every single minute of your day”

“You don’t even have to worry, I will probably long for you every second of my time in L.A” he pressed his lips against your forehead

“I hate you” you hugged him one last time

“I hate you more” he hugged you tighter

…

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