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[sanayeon]

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[kerokerokook]

the rebound girl: chapter two

pairing: nerd pro-gamer jeongguk x reader

word count: 25.5k wtf

warnings for this chapter: oc just goes for it, jeongguk is hot as usual, lots of kissing, finally some smut, first time, virgin jk!, subby jk! with dom! reader at first but that changes, oral (m. receiving), oral fixation, fingering, jeongguk does the lower stomach trick from tiktok (iykyk), he's a little shit but it's okay.

other tags: lots of overthinking, oc goes back and forth a whole bunch (she's confused and hurt ok), jeongguk is a giant MF green flag (obvi), vmin and 2yeon being chaotically gay ofc, some brief physics mentioned, a bit of angst, oc has been hurt in her teen years.

a/n: sorry this took 9 million years but ya girl just got into her masters program!! hopefully, i can update this once/twice a month? maybe even more but, that's the plan!

enjoy :)

<3 mal

original post

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The first day of school hit you in the face like a speeding fourteen-wheel truck. 

Okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration because you’ve known the date since the beginning of summer break but time flew by so quickly that you couldn’t believe September was starting and another school year was too. 

Soon, you’ll graduate and get a job and move on from all of the shit you’ve gone through to become a whole adult. It’s terrifying yet exciting all at once. 

Fortunately, you picked out your outfit last night: baggy blue jeans, a white cropped tank top and an oversized black corduroy button up shirt. It’s simple and comfy which you always prefer for school outfits. Simple gold jewelry sits on your neck and in your ears and you keep your hair back with a clear claw clip. You keep your makeup light, being that you’ll be back home in a few hours where you’ll just slip back into your pajamas and do nothing for the rest of the day.

While packing your things, you make sure to tuck Jeongguk’s t-shirt that you’ve washed and his umbrella into your backpack, then give Snowball her last few pets for the day while checking her food and water bowl. 

“I’ll be back in a few hours cutie,” you coo, scratching underneath her chin. Her head tilts up, a content smile on her cute face, eyes shut while pushing into your touch.

Adopting Snowball sort of just happened. You were lonely last Winter break after a guy you met in your Economic Growth Seminar had moved on and your mom was talking about how your neighbor’s cat just had a litter of kittens. Thankfully, your landlord was okay with pets and boom, there was a little fluff ball making your day better little by little. After a long day, there was nothing you liked doing more than stroking her soft fur and listening to music or throwing a movie on while she purrs right next to you. She’s a great comfort to you and your friends love her too.

Tearfully, you rip yourself away from your little baby and step outside of your comfortable apartment. The hallway is empty at this time. Your building has mostly college students and a few bachelors and bachelorettes here and there so it’s surprising that no one else is walking out at the same time as you. But that’s fine. No polite greetings necessary. You put your headphones in, play some music and begin your trek to school. 

Living one subway ride away from university is a privilege. It never takes you that long to get to class and it’s easy to get back home. It’s the best thing about living here. 

Plus in the springtime, the blossoms decorate the streets with little pink petals and it’s a sight to see. 

On the way down the subway steps, you check your schedule once more just to be sure of your class load today. You have a 9am lecture, then an 11:30am lecture and then a discussion at 1:45 but those only start the second week of school every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you have classes from 8am-3pm which sounds like ass now that you think about it. 

Fuck, were you drunk when you selected these courses? 

You shake your head. Whatever, not like there’s much you can do now, right? At least you’ll be busy so less time to mess around. 

Your walk down the steps continues and you shove your phone into your jean pocket as you rush over to make the train before your first class, taking out your metro-card.

After dodging some lethargic businessmen and starstruck tourists, you manage to reach the train with a few seconds to spare. There’s a towards the back so you quickly walk over and grab the handle when there’s a vibration against your ass. 

Confused, you pull your phone out. It’s probably a tiktok sent to you by Jeongyeon of a cat with a funny filter on or something but the screen shows the message icon and you use FaceID to unlock your phone to see who the sender was.

It’s a text from Jeongguk. 

jeon jeongguk

hey

do you want to give me the stuff outside the engineering building?

maybe around 1? 

by stuff i mean my shirt and umbrella

You smile to yourself. The fact that he felt the need to explain what he meant by stuff is unbelievably adorable to you. 

me 

sure, i’ll be there :) 

You almost wonder what Jeongguk’s schedule is like but you stop yourself quickly. You tried to not to think too much about him on Sunday when you got back. It was enough that his sweet smelling shirt was on your body and you still had the lingering imprint of his hug on your skin but now that you know he  goes to the same school, you’ll become more interested and you can’t. Jeongguk isn’t going to be the next boy to occupy your mind. 

This year is going to be different. You won’t be the rebound girl anymore, you won’t sleep with guys from your school, and you won’t give in. 

After everything that went down with Wooshik, it’s just better for you to distance yourself from this stupid label of rebound girl. It’s done nothing but hurt you and worsen your relationship with the people in your department. First year you were hanging out and eating with them and now all you have are Nayeon and Jeongyeon. Not that you don’t like them but you just hate what being the rebound girl has done to your college life.

Your mother used to say your college years are your prime years to be young and stupid and learn about life. 

But college is nothing special to you. The classes are harder, people are smarter, meaner, better, and all you can do is push yourself to do the best that you can. Sometimes it’s enough, sometimes it isn’t. Your friends are great and you’ve made some good memories, but so far, college isn’t that coming-of-age life lesson that your mother always talked about. 

You’re not particularly upset about it. You just wished you could do more. Live your life without eyes all over you and whispers at every mistake. 

As the train lets you off at your spot, you make sure to triple check your schedule for the day so you know where you’re going after your first class. 

9am is your Macroeconomics lecture in the Economics building which is fine. Your professor is nice and the class seems interesting enough that you know you’ll do well. Mostly test based which won’t be a problem because economics is your thing. You’ve been studying it diligently for three years now so you can confidently say that. 

But 11:30 is your worst nightmare: physics. 

This is all your fault. Nayeon told you to get all of your general education requirements out of the way quickly your first and second year so that you wouldn’t have to worry about them later but you didn’t listen. 

Look, science is simply not your thing. High school courses were hell on earth thanks to your asshole of a Chemistry teacher. You managed to gaslight yourself into thinking math was easy enough as long as you studied like a mad person and got those requirements out of the way but science is hell on earth for you. Your university requires one life science and two physical sciences. Life science was an easy choice: zoology. You got to learn about cute animals and watch videos about them. First semester of your first year was easy. 

Then you decided to take Geology for physical science during your second semester. It sounded easy but memorizing all of those different rock formations was starting to wear you out from the inside. Somehow you managed a B. And after that, it was either meteorology, astronomy, or some form of physics since every other course required you to be enrolled in the Physical Sciences department or have some prerequisite that you didn’t want to take. None of the options sounded appealing to you so you put it off until now. Then, when the realization hit that you had only one more year after this to make up for all of those credits, you decided astronomy might be the best choice after reading some professor reviews. 

Only for you to sleep through registration and wake up in a frenzy to find the class completely full. 

Yeah, you almost started crying.

So physics it was and, how wonderful, the only class available was with an unlikeable teacher that has a horrible rating. Amazing. 

Panic floods your system as you walk into the large lecture hall. You aim for a seat in the middle, take out your supplies, and start diligently listening. Your professor is a stout, sad, little man who is trying to improve his professor score online so thankfully, he says he’s going to be more lenient when it comes to tests but demands that homework be turned in on time otherwise points will be deducted. Fair enough. You could do that. 

But then he starts going into course material. 

Energy; alright. 

Motion; cool. 

Thermodynamics; okay.

Optics; excuse me?

Electromagnetism; sound the alarms. 

This class is going to kill you. Even if it’s Physics 1 and your class is filled with mostly underclassmen, you know you won’t grasp the concepts easily with all of your other classes weighing down on your head. There’s so much to do and so little time to do it all. 

“.. previous students of mine have so graciously offered tutoring hours so if any of you are confused, I highly recommend meeting up with them and going over concepts. They have taken my tests before so they know what to expect. It is the best way to ensure you do well.”

Most of the students behind you have gone to sleep or started scrolling through their phones but you have a lightbulb moment. 

Perfect, okay. All you have to do is check the list of tutors online and schedule appointments with them. Shouldn’t be that bad.  Another thing to be strict about. 

This is just what you wanted: a tight enough schedule to keep you too busy to think about anything else.

Once class is over, you pack all of your things and check your phone once more. Jeongguk said he’d be outside the engineering building which is close to the physical sciences building. The time reads 12:50pm so you have some time to make your way outside. 

So far, the first day has ended and it’s gone pretty well. You’ll go back home, create a strict study table on your Notion, rent all of your books and then relax for the rest of the day. Then the rest of this week should be smooth sailing as you get into the groove with your new professors. Nayeon and Jeongyeon are going to meet you at your place for home-cooked dinner this Friday( a little first week back tradition) which you’re excited for.  You should look up some recipes and make sure Nayeon stays out of your kitchen so she won’t blow anything up. That girl is incapable of not making a disaster in the kitchen. 

You sigh through your nose, studying the sights you see on campus. Various students walking in small triplets or duos. The occasional lone wolf with headphones on to block out the world. Some clubs are putting up posters or setting up tables to grab first years as they explore campus. The path that is currently running outside the STEM buildings break off into various courtyards and cafes where students of all departments come to chill or cut through to go to their other classes. 

It’s about to be a great scenic walk just until you run into Wooshik and his buddies as they’re exiting a café with drinks in their hands. 

Kill me now. 

You pause like a deer in headlights when you make eye contact with him, stopping midway so your lips can part as your entire body goes stuff. 

Now, more than anything, you really wish you were walking with someone. 

“Hey,” Wooshik forces out, crossing his arms over his chest. His polo shirt is open enough to show a random cluster of dark hickeys from the middle of his throat to the beginning of his chest. Real subtle. 

Before seeing that, you were thinking about apologizing but now, not so much. 

“Hi,” your tone is short. You can feel eyes dance over your body, the swell of your breasts and the sliver of skin revealed between your crop top and pants from one of his creepy pals behind him and you have half a mind to kick him in the balls. 

Wooshik’s eyes bounce back and he juts his face forward like he’s waiting for you to say something to him but you keep your lips perfectly sealed. If he wants an apology, he can wait until he’s dead. His other friends exchange weird looks at the lack of conversation going on between you two, probably wondering if this standoff is going to linger forever. 

It makes you wonder what Wooshik told them. 

Guys love having their ego fluffed. If they get rejected by a girl, they’ll tell their best friends that she was an ugly slut or they’ll flip the story to say that they rejected her to save face. The last thing they want their friends to know is that a girl rejected them. It dims their coolness. However, you really don’t give a fuck about Wooshik looking cool in front of his boys. If anything, you revel in the cutting deflation he’ll feel when you tell them the truth. 

“Did you get the wine out of your shirt?” You ask innocently. “I should’ve aimed it more towards your face and less towards your clothes.” Shrugging, a satisfied smile grows on your lips. 

Wooshik’s ears turn red. “I–” he cuts eye contact as his friends snicker behind him. You watch in satisfaction as his expression changes from surprised to annoyed to angry. “You know what, fuck you. You ruined my shirt. I had to take that hot waitress back to my place instead of a hotel so I didn’t reek of wine.”  

You scoff immediately. “Damn and I was trying to do her a favor. But congrats, looks like you got your tiny dick wet for two minutes.” You start to clap. One of his friends chokes back a splutter of laughter at the jab. 

Wooshik wasn’t anything amazing but you sort of expected that. Most of your hookups are satisfactory. They get the job done and they give up. As stupid as it sounds, you’ve always gone above and beyond to pleasure someone. There’s something amazing about making your partner feel good but most men see sex in a selfish lens. 

For most guys, sex means sticking their dick in and sloshing it around a few times until they feel good. Boom, sex over. 

Now, if they want to make you feel good, it still won’t be about you. Orgasms are like points. They don’t get off on your pleasure but more on the fact that they’re so amazing at sex that you experienced pleasure. Another way to fluff their egos. 

For once, you’d wish for a guy to actually care about you and your pleasure in an unselfish way, the same way you do for them. 

Wooshik stumbles for a moment but he jumps back quickly to get you too. Especially with all of his boys watching. 

“You didn’t seem to complain about it at first. What, changed your mind because I didn’t want you anymore?” 

Oh, please. A plastic vibrator has done more for you than he ever will. 

You laugh sardonically. “No, I just felt bad for you.” You say it wholeheartedly and it's the most truthful you’ve ever been with him. 

His friends then burst into giggles and snickers, shoving him around when he fails to retort, left dumbfounded by the sheer audacity of you but you don’t care. You don’t get to see the look on Wooshik’s face but you don’t care. The laughter is your cue to leave him. 

 That chapter of your life is over now and you won’t ever have to deal with him again. The last man you’ll let trample all over you the minute you show them some sympathy. 

All you can hope is that the pesky nickname that’s been poisoning you since your first year college can fade away into obscurity forever and ever. 

Then, you can just be you. No label, no nickname, no reputation. Just a regular college senior. 

The walk to the engineering building is lighter now. You feel like one of the falling petals gently flying through the sky from the branch down to the ground. A new journey begins and you can’t wait for it. 

After another minute of walking, you reach the engineering building. Painted a soft brown with tons of posters and clubs waiting to talk to students. You dodge all of them to head inside where Jeongguk is waiting by a random classroom. You navigate through the crowd until you finally locate a  mop of gorgeous dark hair and bright clear eyes. 

He’s facing his phone screen, one leg crossed over the other, but you’re still mesmerized by him. Beauty is in simplicity but with a face like that, Jeongguk could wear a burlap sack and make it work. But currently, he’s dressed in baggy gray cargos and a dark blue long-sleeve shirt with some brand name logo on it. The urge to sigh like a satisfied cartoon character is intense. 

You hate and love it at the same time. How on earth can he look so boyfriend without trying? 

“Hey, Jeongguk,” you call softly, taking short strides towards him, hoping that your hair looks good and not like a frizzy mess from the wind. 

His head pops up, glimmering eyes like two black pools of water gazing back at you. Then a soft grin forms on his lips, skin creasing, dimpling, and cute. 

“Hey.” Jeongguk tucks his phone into his pants pocket. His perfume wafts over to you the moment he moves, welcoming you like a warm hug after a long day. 

You want to bury your nose in it and never forget the smell. 

“Sorry, I got caught up with something on the way here. Were you waiting for a while?”

“Nah, I’ve been here for like two minutes. Did you bring it?” He adjusts his bag for a moment. 

“Yep.” You hand him the shirt, neatly folded and smelling of your fabric softener, along with the umbrella tied. “All clean.” A cute smile grows on his face as he gently takes the items and puts it in his bag, humming excitedly under his breath which makes your entire body warm. “Listen, are you off for the rest of the day?” 

“Yeah, I have all morning classes on Mondays and Wednesdays. You?”  

“Same and it just so happens that I needed a walking buddy to the subway station.”  You take the first step towards the exit when he agrees with a short chuckle and a nod. Your apartment building is one stop away while Jeongguk is about four stops away so you won’t get to talk much but the sentiment is what matters. 

Plus, all you really want is to be close to him and his family again. There was a real bond going on when you were young and now you’ve been handed a golden chance to reignite that spark. 

Fresh air fills your lungs while your ears pick up on the sounds of fading conversations, the smell of food and new school supplies greets your nose. You have yet to reach the economics building, where more people know you, so people here aren’t staring just yet. They’re preoccupied with their own lives and you want to appreciate it for a little longer. 

“By the way, thanks for Saturday. I’m sure dealing with five drunk weirdos must’ve been annoying,” you add. 

You barely remember the words coming out of your mouth. It was a slew of garbled song lyrics, high thoughts and giggles and that’s the best you can do. There’s no way Jeongguk was walking out of the night sane.  

He huffs out a laugh and then shakes his hair out of his eyes in a very attractive manner. “It was… well, it was something, I’ll tell you that much. But you don’t have to apologize. I don’t mind.” Then Jeongguk looks at you with his chin tilted down, lids low, almost glazed over like he’s checking you out but his gaze just dances over the features of your face. 

You get incredibly shy with him staring at you like that. 

Let’s hope you aren’t turning tomato red right now. 

“Jimin and Tae go out a lot so I’m used to making sure they don’t, like, die.” 

Jeongguk is like Jeongyeon in that sense. Always taking care of people and making sure they are safe in bed before worrying about themselves. Sometimes, she forgets that she’s allowed to have fun and let loose too and you don’t want Jeongguk to fall into the same mindset. Being the caretaker all the time can be draining. 

“I mean, it’s your birthday and the rest of us were getting fucked up. Usually, it’s the other way around.” 

Your 20th was nothing short of a hot mess. Nayeon snuck in bottles she got her older brother to buy and you tried to take a shot from every single type he brought. Whiskey, vodka, soju, sake, and beer. Safe to say, that was a rookie mistake that ended up hunched over a toilet bowl  for almost an hour. Nayeon held your hair while Jeongyeon ordered just enough carbs and hangover soup to make it all better. 

But it was a memory you hold dear to you because it was one of the last moments you felt like it was okay for you to be a stupid teenager and make a mistake.

Jeongguk didn’t get that moment and you want him to because that sloppy behavior won’t be cute when he’s in his late 20s or early 30s. 

“I didn’t want to,” he shrugs simply. “Drinking is sorta fun but I don’t love it and I never let myself get super drunk.” You want to ask why but Jeongguk continues speaking. “But we had cake and barbecue before coming to the club and my parents sent a care package, so it was a good birthday. Taking care of you guys didn’t ruin everything.” 

You relent a little. Perceptions of fun are different after all and maybe, for Jeongguk, he got exactly what he wanted so he isn’t complaining. The residual guilt fades slowly inside of you.

“As long as you enjoyed your birthday,” you sigh, a wave of something sentimental coming over you causes your heels to raise up so you can be tall enough to ruffle his fluffy perfect hair. The same boy who only dressed in Pokémon shirts is now legal, old enough to do whatever he wants, and you’re starting to feel a little soft about it. “Can’t believe you’re twenty!” You squeal. “You’re all grown up!” 

Jeongguk cringes, turning away from your constant pinches and prods and whining as a few eyes drift towards the two of you. His ears get the tiniest bit red but he doesn’t scold you so you continue teasing him. 

“Remember when you used to hand draw all of my birthday cards with little cartoons and you and Eunchae would come with my mom and I to look at all of the cakes at the store?”

The filmstrip of memories is painfully nostalgic. That one nice cake store a few streets away from your apartment building that made the best cakes. If you close your eyes, you can smell the sugary air as you walk in, a tinkling bell on the door to let the owners know someone was there, and the various cakes put in the display case. You always got the fudgiest chocolate cake with bright red strawberries on top. Your mom could only afford the small size but that was fine. You just wanted a cake. 

Jeongguk would come with you and press his face to the glass in complete awe. Sometimes, the three of you would pretend like you were rich people who got to buy big cakes whenever they pleased and you’d pick the biggest sizes of your favorite flavors. 

You always got chocolate, Jeongguk got some sort of fruit while Eunchae would get red velvet and you would dream of the day when you had enough money to indulge yourself on a whim. . 

Then, when Jeongguk’s mom opened up her bakery, she began making your birthday cakes so the three of you sort of got your wish but those were free. Made with love and compassion until you moved too far to feel it. 

“You still remember all of that?” He asks. The stone pathway turns. A signal that the economics building is getting closer by the second. 

Trying not to think about it, you answer him. “Of course, why wouldn’t I?” You’ve always had impeccable memory but you treasured every second of your childhood. 

Because your later teens, in Seoul and away from all that you knew, were terrible. 

“I barely remembered what I ate yesterday,” Jeongguk laughs, staring over at you. “That’s pretty impressive.” 

“You think so?” You turn to look at him when you feel his eyes linger for longer than usual. His stare isn’t piercing but it leaves a viable imprint on your skin like a thick layer of lotion. “What?” You get self-conscious. Is there something in your hair? Did a bird shit on you without you noticing? 

“I like your hair,” Jeongguk says after a moment, pointing to the clear clip holding all of your hair up. 

A few of the shorter strands come out from the tight hold with time, framing your face, while the rest remain bunched up with a large claw clip. It’s such an effortless look. This morning you were too lazy to fully style your hair with a hair dryer and a brush after spending too much time on it for your sham date with Wooshik. It’s starting to get a little greasy so you plan to wash it tomorrow but this is your go-to dirty hair look. 

“Oh, thanks.” A goofy grin nearly breaks out onto your face but you stop it halfway. “I like your earrings.” You want to return Jeongguk’s compliment with one of your own. Your pointer finger runs through the three thick hoops like a wind chime, causing Jeongguk’s shoulder to rise up thanks to the ticklish sensation, getting shy. “How on earth did your mom allow all of these piercings?” 

Mrs. Jeon lost her shit when a 14-year-old you greeted her with a second hole in your ears when she was coming home from the grocery store.  An upperclassman offered to pierce everyone’s ears using the nurses supplies in exchange for cigarettes or candy from a nearby convenience store. Since she was your guardian for the day while your mom was out for a certification exam, she felt irresponsible but you assured her that your mom was okay with it. 

Well, she had no idea at the time but you knew she’d get over it at some point. It was a second ear piercing, not like you got a tattoo on your forehead. 

“These were all presents, actually.” Your fingers brush the back of his palm as you get closer to the economics building at the end of the road, a little before the sidewalk down the main road begins, as your dread multiplies. “I learned that from you. Convinced mom and dad that my good grades warranted some award and they had no choice but to say yes.”

A dangerously familiar feeling mixed with pride courses through your veins like the newest drug. Jeongguk says he doesn’t remember much but he manages to reach in and pull out a sickly sweet memory from your childhood that has your insides turning into mush. You almost want to wrap your arms around your stomach to get it to stop flipping so much. 

You didn’t ask for much as a kid. Growing up you knew that money was tight so expensive things like the best console or brand name clothes were simply out of the question. But you liked to barter with your mom for more simple things. A good grade for ice cream or a day at the beach or a trip to the bookstore to buy a manga edition you’ve been waiting to read. 

It wasn’t all the time but when you felt like you wanted to celebrate yourself. You earned it after all. 

Then you got a little older and you wanted to become like the cool older girls you went to school with. So you dropped ice cream for piercings, nail polish, and CDs from all of the new idol groups that were popular at the time. Your mom was frugal of course, most of your stuff was cheap from the local dollar store or second hand markets, but she loved to treat you. She wished she could spoil you one day, buy you everything you could lay your eyes on, however the universe didn’t allow her to do that. 

She still can’t but that’s okay. You’re glad you didn’t grow up a spoiled brat. That you learned humility and patience and empathy because it’s those traits that set you apart from most of your classmates. 

“I taught you well.” Fingers itching to flick his chin, you hold back. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable with all of the touching. 

Jeongguk hums. “Got these and these,” he turns his head to the other side to show you almost five studs in his ear, “after my class rank and CSAT score came out.”  

“Didn’t that hurt?” 

You do your best to keep your eyes either on the ground or on Jeongguk as the almighty building comes into view. Despite the heavy beating in your chest, your inner turmoil shouldn’t be obvious. 

Jeongguk doesn’t need to know about your problems. Those are yours and yours alone. 

“Yeah but it wasn’t unbearable. I swear, Eunchae almost passed out when she got her doubles. She hates needles.” 

You laugh. “I remember. Your sister was freaking out when we were all getting our vaccines because she literally slithered down onto the floor the moment she saw the thing.” 

Jeongguk hums. There’s a small break in the conversation as the two of you pass by a huge yet short wave crowd of people who are either rushing to the cafeteria or to their next class but even through all of that, you can feel eyes all over the two of your backs. Especially yours. 

Your department members linger by the vending machines and smoking areas in little judgmental pods,  whispering about you amongst themselves. 

You can predict what they’re saying. 

There she goes again, latching onto another guy after Wooshik dumped her poor pathetic ass. 

Will she ever learn? 

Poor thing. He probably doesn’t know that he’s dealing with the campus whore. 

That word. That one word, repeats in your mind. Whore, whore, whore. That’s all you’ll ever be to them. 

Fear sets in. What will they say about Jeongguk? Will he get teased? Will he find out about your reputation and want nothing to do with you afterwards? No, the last thing you want is for him to get tangled in all of this. He shouldn’t have to deal with all of this. Know about all of the things people whisper about you when they think you aren’t listening.

At some point, he’ll find out. No matter how hard you try to hide it, push it down, pretend everything is okay, Jeongguk will come to know what everyone thinks of you and all of the nasty vitriol they throw your way. 

And when he does, you’re going to have to learn to let go of whatever you two have right now and whatever builds in your heart until all you have left to cling to Jeongguk are the sweet memories of your life in Busan. 

Because that’s how it goes for you. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Jeongguk stumbles into his apartment and throws his backpack onto his gaming chair, quickly calculating the amount of free time he has right now. 

 He has a group match in about two hours for League of Legends and he plans on canceling on them since he had to wake up early today. Jeongguk’s sleep schedule was fucked up all summer and suddenly, waking up at 6am instead of going to bed around then was quite literally torture. 

There’s no guilt when Jeongguk texts them. He doesn’t owe his teammates anything, not like he’s joined a real league anyways. He has other priorities. 

Now that he’s a student again, his sleep schedule sort of matters. His mother would cry learning about the absolute buffoonery he was committing over summer session with his new league he met online. Playing various games until the sun was peeking through his blinds and then ordering breakfast from McDonald’s while entering another battle. Usually that would entice him but all he feels is exhaustion. 

Most of it is from lugging his heavy ass backpack around all day in the sun. Some of it is still from this weekend. There’s a reason Jeongguk isn’t an avid partier. 

Quickly, he throws whatever pre-packaged dish he bought into the microwave and changes out of his school clothes into some sweatpants and a different shirt. All part of his usual after school routine. Then he carefully takes the steaming plate out once it’s done and sets it on the counter to cool before going to the bathroom to wash his hands. 

As he walks through his hall, something presses into the soles of his feet. It’s soft but flexible and round with a hard plastic bit strung onto it that digs into his skin.

“Ouch!” He stops midway, moving his foot and staring at the mystery item. Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow at first. 

It looks like one of Taehyung’s many charm bracelets that he buys from those street vendors in Hongdae with the cute little charms around colored string. Jeongguk has one from him ( a black string with a baby pink bunny charm that he wears every now and then). The idiot probably dropped it while singing karaoke or doing his Scarface impersonation to make Jimin laugh. Jeongguk takes his phone out to text the guy but he realizes that Taehyung hasn’t been to his apartment in a few days. 

The only other person that has been here was… you. 

He bends down to look at the bracelet. Were you wearing one that night? Your bracelets didn't look like this. They were metal, not string. Jeongguk bends at the knees and picks it up. The string is elastic and stretchy but loose enough to fit around his wrist if needed. 

Oh, it’s a hair tie. 

You must’ve dropped it when you slept over. Jeongguk turns the thing around to see the charm. The elastic itself is plain black but the charm seems to be some Sanrio character that he recognizes but cannot remember the name of.

Hello Kitty? No, he knows her and she doesn’t look like this. 

Cinnamoroll? No, that’s a puppy. This is some weird purple looking thing. 

My Melody? Maybe. 

Fuck, he doesn’t have time to worry about this. Jeongguk shoves the damn thing in his pocket, makes a mental reminder to text you about it after eating lunch, and goes to quickly wash his hands. His fingers push the door open to his bathroom. Clean white tiles, the scent diffuser smelling of white musk, and his TMNT towel drying on the rack. 

Jeongguk looks up at himself in the mirror. His eyes are sunken in and a little swollen from the lack of sleep. His stomach rumbles as he lathers his hands in his fresh cotton hand soap. 

But all he can think about is you on that night. 

Saturday Night. 

The night felt never-ending. 

Jeongguk was doing his best to get everyone in a car ride home safely after song after song on the dance floor but he was getting a little overwhelmed with all that was thrown onto him in the span of a few short minutes when Nayeon decided she wanted to go home.

Laughing, tripping, complaining about vomiting, a smell coming from some random spot that’s making someone nauseous, Jeongguk felt like a parent trying to get their kids together. His phone was glued to his hands to call cabs and type in addresses while making sure the five of you didn’t wander off into the unknown without his supervision. 

Thankfully, one of your friends managed to usher the other into a cab and Jimin was able to shove a whiny Taehyung into the one Jeongguk had ordered so now all he had left was you. 

Drunk you was something else. Stuck onto him like a second layer, arms twined tightly around his waist, mumbling about something random while stumbling over every step. Jeongguk had half a mind to just pick you up and walk to where the guy had parked but he didn’t want to make your nausea even worse by swinging you around.  

“Wait! Jeongguk, I can’t find my phone, we have to go back,” you whined, tugging on his arm with one hand. “I-I can’t–hiccup–I can’t live without my-my phone!”

You were clutching your phone in your other hand. 

He sighed. “You’re holding it,” motioning to the device pressed into your fingers. “Come on, the cab is parked there.” The yellow thing looked like something descending from the heavens while the driver finished the last of his cigarette and belched loud enough for Jeongguk to hear. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Are you really sure?”

“Yes.” 

“Okay, I trust you.” You mumbles, hugging him close like he was a large pillow. 

The next few minutes passed by a bit quicker as you let Jeongguk help you into the car and started on your way back to his apartment since you and your friends were incapable of remembering your address. 

He leaned against the tough upholstery as the car began moving. Muscles tight and tired. Jeongguk felt the rivulets of sweat dripping down on his neck which he quickly wiped off and onto his pants, something he usually doesn't do but he’s at the state of not really giving a fuck about clothes he’s going to wash anyways. His body bobbles with a shaky turn and somehow, your limp body ends up pressed into his side, head leaning on his chest while a muffled groan leaves your painted lips.

“Ah s-sorry,” you slurred, attempting to sit up by placing a hand on Jeongguk’s mid-thigh. “I forgot to put on my belt.”  Your perfume flowed to him, a soft clean scent, maybe a bit sucrose when mixed with the scent of your shampoo. 

“Oh, the belt is finicky on that side, ma’am.” The driver informs. He meets both of your eyes in the rearview mirror. “It’s okay. Lean on your boyfriend for the rest of the drive. Should only take a few more minutes!” 

Jeongguk opens his mouth to correct but you interrupt him with a giggle. His head switches to you, mouth covered, skin dimpling. “Boyfriend.” You repeat. 

The driver plays along, most likely very confused, just like Jeongguk. “You two make a lovely couple.”

That next statement makes you giggle a little more. Jeongguk wants to know what is so funny about this cab driver assuming the two of you are dating. Do you find the hypothetical to be so insanely outrageous that it’s hilarious?  Should he even bother asking or should he let it go to save himself the pain from hearing your brazenly honest answer?

Jeongguk chooses to ignore it. He knows another turn is coming up so he raises his left arm and nudges you closer to rest on him comfortably. That same arm circles around your shoulders and the top of your head tickles the bottom of Jeongguk’s nose. You’re warm and comforting after a long night, bringing up a slew of feelings he’s been pushing down for years at this point. 

Still mumbling to yourself, you become distracted with the jewelry on Jeongguk’s hand so you don’t hear the questions that the cab driver throws your way. 

“How long have you two been dating?” He asks, turning down the late night radio station playing old hits. 

Jeongguk just goes along with it. “It’s-uh-very recent, sir.” A four hour relationship to be exact. “But I’ve known her since we were kids.” 

“How cute! My wife and I only dated for a few months before I proposed, you know,” he proclaims proudly, shoulders broadening. Jeongguk nods and fakes a grin in hopes that the conversation ends here. 

Jeongguk wants to laugh. Marriage? 

He’s never even been in a relationship before. He’s barely gone past kissing someone for longer than two minutes. With the way things are going, Jeongguk will probably live his life exactly like Steve Carell in the movie The 40-year-old Virgin only there’s no way he’ll get a happy ending. 

The cab driver laughs to himself when he sees the look on Jeongguk's face before turning the music back up. You’ve successfully knocked out on Jeongguk’s chest so you miss the faint redness creeping up his neck and to his ears but it’s not something he wants you to see either. His brain zeros in on his own pathetic state of affairs. 

He’s always prided himself on his emotional maturity for someone so young but romantically? Horrendous. 

Jeongguk has always stood behind the belief that he simply isn’t meant to be in a relationship with anyone. Sometimes he can be too shy, too closed off, and people don’t gravitate towards people like that. They want someone who can be openly affectionate after a few conversations and Jeongguk simply isn’t the type. The only reason why he has friends like Taehyung and Jimin is because they made an effort to get to know him at his pace. It’s the same with you, who was older and a girl but you still made the effort to invite Jeongguk to watch Barbie movies or search for coins to get the cheapest candy at the convenience store. People usually don’t care after he brushes them off a few times but you did, Taehyung and Jimin did, and Jeongguk gets all fuzzy inside. 

Would he ever find someone like you three again? Would he ever be so lucky? Probably not. 

He looks over at your face smushed against his chest, playing with the zipper of his jacket. You’re so pretty, always have been, always will be, like a rare flower. Even after all of this time, he’s so taken aback by how effortlessly beautiful you are; on the outside and the inside. The way your hair falls delicately over your face, cheeks puffed, lips puckered; the way your shirt gives you an angelic look and your necklace lies perfectly in the middle of your collarbones. 

It’s enticing. Jeongguk can’t take his eyes off of you. He never could. 

Fuck, this random reunion might do more harm than good if Jeongguk doesn’t learn to control himself. This isn’t the time to reawaken old feelings that he pushed down for a good reason. 

Once the cab stops in front of his apartment building, Jeongguk pays him and then helps you out of the car. Body limp and slippery like slinky. 

“No, I forgot how to walk,” you mumbled, leaning against one of the pillars outside the building to keep yourself up straight. “Can’t I just sleep here? It’s comfortable.”

“That’s a concrete pillar.” Jeongguk runs a hand through his slightly dampened hair. “Come on, there’s an elevator and I don’t live too high up. You’ll sleep better on my bed.” 

A pout grows stronger on your face, a few streaks of something black collecting in the corner of your eyes and your lipstick is smeared a little but Jeongguk still finds you so put together and exquisite. Still like that rare flower on top of a mountain peak; beautiful yet impossible to reach. 

“Fine.” You peel yourself off the pillar. “But if you’re lying to me, I’m gonna pinch those cute little cheeks right off your face.” Squishing his flesh momentarily before dropping your hands, Jeongguk blinks a few times in shock. 

Focus, Jeon. She needs to rest. 

Getting you inside is easier than he thought. The promise of the elevator and a warm bed with some water turned you much more docile. But you’re still enamored by his rings which you slip on and off his fingers as the elevator beeps. Then, Jeongguk slips off your shoes and tells you to wait by the kitchen counter while he rifles through his things, handing you a shirt and directing you to the bathroom.

A loud sigh escapes his lips once he’s all alone. Jeongguk has about ten seconds to change himself. He’s been in these tight jeans that squeeze his legs like anything. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone so hard in the gym over the summer. Now most of his old clothes don’t fit him as well as they used to. 

Quickly, he throws on his pajamas just as you emerge from the bathroom and hum a random song from tonight. 

Then, he helps you into bed, groaning out at the soreness in his muscles from all of the lifting he’s been doing today.  You don’t fight back too much, clearly worn out, so you sink into the soft padding easily like a little kitten. He throws the blankets over you, does a quick check to see if you’re okay, and then gets into his own makeshift bed made out of a thin mattress and a set of sheets. 

It’s not nearly as comfortable as his own bed and his back might be mad at him tomorrow but it’ll do for now. 

Just as Jeongguk is beginning to fall into deep sleep, he hears you rusting around, mumbling under your breath about something. Your hands push yourself up on your elbows. For a second, he thinks you’re going to throw up so he gets up quickly and makes his way to his kitchen to grab a plastic bag. 

But you start speaking louder. 

“I can’t believe you, Seojoon.” Your hair sticks out from every corner as you flop back down, lips bloated and pouty, slapping around the comforter and pointing to no one. “I hate you.” Jeongguk’s eyebrow raises, pausing in the middle of his kitchen to decipher what on earth you are talking about.

Clearly, you’re having a nightmare. Jeongguk takes quiet steps back to his spot on the floor in order to avoid that one squeaky 

“You cheated on me with Somin, didn’t you? You bastard. You told me you loved me,” whining, your body twists around. “Why else would I let you fuck me?” 

Jeongguk reels his brain back to stop the curious sympathy right there. He doesn’t want to prod further into this bad dream involving a fight with an ex of some sort. It’s none of his business and clearly this wasn’t meant for him to hear. All he does care about is if you’re going to vomit or not. 

He calls your name. “Are you okay?” Jeongguk whispers. 

You don’t respond. Instead, your face twists in discomfort as you continue to mumble into his mattress and writhe around. 

Jeongguk grows increasingly worried. He doesn’t want you to choke or anything of the sort while he’s deep in REM. Slowly, he gets down on his knees to get a closer look at you tossing and turning.  

“It hurts so much.” 

Jeongguk gently places a hand on your arm, saying your name softly so you don’t wake up. “Hey, you okay? Do you want water?” You twist away from his touch at first. “It’s me, it’s me, it’s Jeongguk,” reminding you as your lids barely part. He thinks you register him, that maybe you’re somewhat awake right now as you begin to curl forward. 

But then your hands clasp Jeongguk’s arms tightly, restricting his every move. 

“You’re going to leave me, aren’t you?” Your voice slurs, the tip of your nose meeting the fabric of his shirt, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave indents. 

Nothing but confusion clouds Jeongguk’s brain. What are you talking about? 

“You told me you loved me. What? Don’t you want me anymore?”  

Tightening around him, you bury your face into his neck again. Your arms begin to raise, wrap around his shoulders to bring your body closer to his rigid frame. Jeongguk feels wetness from your eyes begin to drip onto his skin, dampening his shirt.

“Just do it then. Just leave me. No one ever sticks around anyways. Guys always leave me the moment something new comes along. Every single one,” you enunciate, vibrating into him, crying softly. “You don’t even care about how much you hurt me. No one cares.” 

Jeongguk is paralyzed under your hold as your tears start to roll down. Your sobs are loud and erratic and painful, as if all of this hurt has building until you eventually couldn’t hold onto it anymore. That it took alcohol and a long night to wedge it out of you. 

It’s contradictory; holding him tight and telling him to leave you.

But he doesn’t push you away and he doesn't let go. Jeongguk lets you grip onto him for safety because he’s terrified that removing his touch could break you even further. 

 He doesn’t know what is happening in your dream to make you behave like this, he doesn’t know what made the previous glee that used to make your eyes bright fade away after all of those years passed. He wants to ask but he doesn't know how. 

All Jeongguk does know is that you were different. Not in a good or bad way but you were simply different.  The happy go lucky little girl grew into a hardened adult. When he looked into your eyes tonight, he saw traces of all of this hurt woven alongside other emotions. Like a heavy blanket that only pushes you further and further deeper into a more melancholic way of being. 

And as he helps you back into bed once your tears stop falling, rubs some cooling Vicks rub on your forehead and pulls the cover close, his brain turns into an echo chamber until he tires himself to sleep. 

No one ever sticks around anyways. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

A week has passed and while you thought you could gain control of your physics plight, it seems like the universe has some different plans. 

The tutor that you selected, a second year girl who is majoring in electrical engineering, has been a total flake. You exchanged numbers with her on Thursday during Week 1 and she fed you all of these sweet words about wanting to become friends and teaching in a friendly, kind way which immediately softened you. The last thing you wanted was for some dickhead to call you stupid because you didn’t understand the concept the first time. 

She said she’d meet you at the library that Saturday at 3pm to come up with a schedule and she never showed. So you rescheduled to Sunday, then Monday, then Tuesday and now you just feel like an idiot. 

There’s always some excuse. Either she slept in or she’s not feeling well or her roommate needs her but you’re losing your damn mind right now. 

“You’re not paying her, right?” Jeongyeon asks, rummaging through Nayeon’s bag for something. “Maybe she’s a scammer?” 

You give her a dull look. “She doesn’t get paid by me. I think the university does or she’s earning credits, I don’t know. But I’m fucked for the big quiz we have next week.” 

It’s only Week 2 but the material is daunting and frankly put, you’ll shit your pants the day of the actual quiz and whatever date the final is. This is all so unfamiliar to you and, unlike other subjects, you struggle to find that area where the content becomes interesting. All you feel is terror. 

Nayeon, ever the optimist, tries to lift your spirit. 

“Girl, that shit is next week. Do yourself a favor, find a new tutor, study a whole bunch and then ace the quiz. There’s no point in waiting for this random girl to start caring. It’s your grade after all.” 

“Yeah but I just don’t want someone that’s going to be an asshole when I get things wrong.” 

People love to dumb you down, especially those in your own department. Obviously your promiscuity directly correlates to your intelligence. Girls can only be slutty or smart, right? There exists no gray area. But you know yourself. Even if science and math aren’t your thing, you’re a smart person. You got into a top performing university without any fancy prep classes or coaches and you are consistently pulling good grades each semester. That speaks more about you and your capabilities than anything else. 

“I’ve heard this one guy is pretty good. He’s a teacher’s assistant pursuing his masters degree here.” Nayeon takes her phone out to look him up. “My friend was in his Chemistry group sessions and he was apparently super helpful and kind. I think he does physics too. Let me ask her.” 

You perk up. It would be perfect if you could land a tutoring session with this TA instead of your missing student tutor. Even if it’s a group setting

“Let me know what your friend says.” You look away from the two in front of you for a split second as your attention was cut by your phone vibrating on the table. Flipping it over you see a text from your flakey tutor herself. 

Reading it over, you roll your eyes heavily. Another lame excuse about her skipping out on your tutoring session because she scheduled a meeting with her professor at the exact same time by accident. You ignore it and plan to respond with a passive aggressive rejection to end all of this bullshit. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jeongyeon and Nayeon try to discreetly take their edibles before digging into the food you all ordered. 

Steaming plates of rice, kimchi, stir-fry and meats along with a few fried foods makes your stomach grumble. You flip your phone back over and grab your chopsticks, changing the subject quickly. 

“What are you guys doing after this?” You ask. The edibles are going to last a while and considering a weed high has different stages, there’s no way these two are going to be eating the entire time. Munchies aren’t that strong. 

Jeongyeon wiggles her eyebrows suggestively to her girlfriend, cheeks full like a chipmunk, and Nayeon turns beet red. Enough context for you to figure it out, breaking into a fit of giggles. 

“Ohhh, I see.” 

Good for them. If only you were getting laid too. Lately, your vibrator has been your best friend late at night when your mind wanders. 

With thirteen settings, it’s safe to say you won’t be getting bored for a while. 

However, you’ve never done it while being high. You’d want to do it with someone you’re comfortable with, maybe a consistent trustworthy hookup and only if consent is 100% enthusiastic, but you can only imagine how heightened the senses feel. 

Getting lost in thought, you cross one of your legs over the other, thinking about the haziness parting as you ride them slow but deep. Your hands will grip their shoulders, nails digging into the tight flesh as the drag of their length is delicious inside of you. Moaning out loud at how full you feel, watching the sharp bone of his jaw unhinge with pleasure, thick silver earrings brushing your skin, dark hair between your fingers as you increase the pace and drive the two of  you to the tipping point. 

It sounds… so satisfying. 

Fuck, okay, you need to get some control over yourself. It must be the week before your period or something because your mind has been cooking up these scenarios that demand attention. 

And most of the time it involves some familiar looking yet faceless character giving you the best dick you’ve ever gotten. It’s really messing with you. 

How the fuck are you going to be Miss Celibacy if your ass can’t go a week without sex? 

You stab your chopsticks into a large chunk of tofu and stare at the red sauce over the surface before shoving it into your mouth in hopes of distracting you when an angry recognizable voice flutters past your table. 

“..and this bitch has the nerve to look me dead in the eye and go, ‘well, you just lost yourself a customer,’ as if any of us give a shit. Like ma’am I get paid minimum wage to make watery coffee and reheat cardboard sandwiches regardless of your purchase, please leave me alone and die.” 

Turning your head, you see tufts of blonde and shiny boots combined with the soft smell of peaches: Jimin. 

And right next to him is none other than Jeon Jeongguk who is chuckling at Jimin’s whiny Karen tone to describe his awful customer. His cheeks creasing, eyes getting shinier and cute. 

You can feel your body thrum with excitement. 

“Hey guys!” Nayeon waves, setting down her utensils. They turn to look at her, then Jeongyeon and then at you, bowing while greeting. Your shoulders cave in when you feel Jeongguk’s stare on your face. “Do you wanna eat lunch with us?”

“Hell yeah. Is the menu today good?” Jimin asks.  

Jeongyeon, with a mouth full of food, nods excitedly which is perfect. Jeongguk and Jimin laugh, motioning to the lunch line quickly so you save the table and go back to eating your lunches. Your brain demands another curious glance at Jeongguk’s retreating figure. 

What? He looks really fucking sexy from the back. 

Ever since the first day of school,  you agreed to ride the subway back with Jeongguk on the days you end class at the same time and you've come to the conclusion that he is quite literally the hottest guy on the entire planet. Hotter than any other guy you’ve wasted your time with. 

He has the most boyish features but his body is perfectly crafted. Wide shoulders, defined thighs and arms, a super sculpted back, but not overly burly where he looks fake. Like an exquisite marble statue from the Hellenistic period. 

Yes, yes, you know it’s sort of weird considering the fact that you’ve  watched grow up from a cute kid to an emo pre-teen and now jumping to the absolute meal he is now but it’s just some simple attraction. 

One that rears its ugly head whenever Jeongguk laughs or smiles or pushes his hair out of his face or tongues his cheek or does literally anything. 

There are a million reasons why this could’ve happened. From all the time spent together from the subway rides to morning coffee and dinner one night (with all of your friends but it still counts) or you’re thinking this silly little attraction might be a combination of a lack of dick, PMS and pure loneliness. Either way, it isn’t anything major. 

Finding a way to ignore it is the next step.

Nayeon nudges you. “Remind me again, how exactly are you two childhood friends?” Her cheeks puffed with food.  

“Oh, I lived in Busan until high school and he was my neighbor. I would always hang out with him and his two sisters.” You explain, taking another bite of soft sticky rice. 

“Older sisters?”

You shake your head. “One older and one younger.” Wondering why this is relevant. 

But then, Nayeon and Jeongyeon make eye contact, eyebrows raising like they do when they know something you don’t. Meanwhile, you’re just sitting there like an idiot, waiting for context with your chopsticks held halfway up to your mouth. 

“Green flag. Bright green fucking flag.” Jeongyeon whistles. 

“Huh?”  Your chopsticks barely prod your lip without your mouth opening. Did the edibles pull out some secret stoner knowledge that you aren’t aware of? 

Jeongyeon decides to explain it to you. “According to the girlies on tiktok, men with older sisters are usually green flags. Something about learning gentleness and patience and respecting women from an early age or whatever. I don’t get you heteros so it went past my head.” 

You’re puzzled at first. These men all have mothers, they came from a woman who nursed them and cared for them until now, why is having an older sister so different?

But then it hits you. 

The way Jeongguk treats you is so different from the way most guys treat you. There’s no domineering masculinity coming from him in heavy waves trying to overpower you. It’s softer. He’s so approachable and gentle. He never touches you unless you’re okay with it, he’s always polite and kind and sweet. He never makes you feel stupid or inadequate, doesn’t talk over you, nothing of the sort. 

And while it’s the barest of minimum, Jeongguk makes you feel safe. 

Even Jeongyeon and Nayeon, who are often not comfortable around straight men, found him to be a delight. That has to mean something. 

“I…I never thought about it,” your voice goes a little husky. Tucking a stray piece of hair out of your face as your cheeks get a little warm. “He’s just a good guy, you know.  Jihyo, his sister, always kept him in check. I guess, it’s a good thing.” 

Kids lead by example. Growing up in an environment where the adults around you were treating women poorly or pushing people around will appear in relationships. But Jeongguk was the opposite. 

“It is. Think about it,” Nayeon leans in, “after all of those duds you’ve been with, he’s just what you’re looking for.” 

The way your heartbeat accelerates is not a good sign. 

Your chin pulls back, like you’re leaning away from the possibility. “What? I’m not gonna date him, Nayeon,” you groan under your breath. 

“Why not?” She whines, slamming her fists onto the table, then laughing slightly at the indents left on his skin. 

“Because he has no interest in dating right now,” you grumble, remembering his words from his birthday. 

Even if you did try to pursue it, there’s a high chance Jeongguk might only see you as his older sister’s friend. Which is how it should be! It’s best that you let this silly little crush die like a lonely star and maintain your promise of making this year all about you. Your bullet vibrator is going to have to help you whenever you get the urge but besides that, no sex, no dates, no boys, nothing of the sort. 

“Did he tell you that?” Jeongyeon asks, eyes glazing over. The weed must be hitting pretty hard. You’re surprised they can keep up with this conversation. 

Then again, they’re probably used to it. 

You nod. “At the club.” Snorting, your eyes briefly flick to the other side of the cafeteria where a certain someone sits. “Juri offered him her number and he said he wasn’t going to go out with her.”

That seems to wake the brunette up. “Fuck, really? I wish I saw that,” she pouts, leaning on the blonde curled up next to her. Cute. 

“Well, he didn’t say no since you two started fucking hazing him the moment you saw him,” you scold. “But he told me he was going to reject her if/when he saw her in person.” 

“Hey! You were the one who directed us to shoo away any man that came up to you that night.” Nayeon defends. “We were just listening to instructions when we came over to stop you two.” 

Jeongyeon joins in. “Yeah, and he looked like your usual type so we assumed we should pull you away. How were we supposed to know the super hot guy you were talking to was a friend?” 

You open your mouth to quip back when you feel a presence behind you, casting a shadow on your back. The lingering smell of cologne and food dance in the air. A wave of despair crashes inside of your stomach and you really wish a black hole would open up right under to sweep you away from this hellscape. 

“What are you guys talking about?” 

Taehyung Jimin split to sit on the bench between Nayeon and Jeongyeon’s bench and yours. It's a square shaped table with four benches on each side, so enough space for two people per bench. The two couples share a bench while you and Jeongguk get your own, although he still sits closer to you on his own bench. 

“U-uh–” Jeongyeon stutters, looking at you with wide eyes for help. 

“Oh, just some guy,” you fake a laugh, flicking some hair out of your face and turning to food so you can shovel it in your face like a starved person. 

Taehyung laughs a little. “Just some guy? Jeongyeon was saying that he’s super hot and your type.” He’s being cheeky, like he always is, but this time, you can’t engage in a back and forth with him. 

Because the hot sweet guy you were talking about is sitting right next to you. 

Your brain urges you to take a peek. Jeongguk is dressed like he usually is; a pair of baggy cargo pants and a light gray sweatshirt, and he always looks attractive. The fall wind is allowing you to smell the scent of his flowery shampoo in combination with his usual perfume and it’s such an addictive scent that you never want to forget. 

But you can’t think about that. You should be thinking of a lie. 

“I’ve always wondered if you had a boyfriend,” Jimin asks, resting his chin on his palm. A sly smirk forms on his lips, just as cheeky as his own boyfriend’s. “I asked Jeongguk and he said he didn’t know.” 

Fuck. You look at him now, hair swishing with your movements. The boy is eating without a care and shrugs in response. “You never mentioned one.” 

Yeah, because there isn’t one. You’ve never had a boyfriend in your life. 

Sweat beads your palms. There has to be some guy that you can just drop in here for the sake of the conversation. Some random guy out in this cafeteria that is insignificant enough to never cross paths with you again so you can nip this conversation right in the bud. 

You scan the place. There are a few guys you’ve already hooked up with so that’s a no. Some groups of first-years and that’s also a no (you’re not trying to catch a case here). 

For fucks’ sake, are the only hot guys at this school Jimin, Taehyung and Jeongguk? 

“Uh–”

Nayeon swoops in like a guardian angel. “We were talking about the Physics and Chem tutor. I don’t know if you guys have had him but, Kim Namjoon?” 

Right, the tutor Nayeon’s friend went to. The really nice one. 

She sends you a hidden wink from her end of the table and you respond with a quick finger heart. Bless her soul. 

“Joon? Oh, he is so hot.” Jimin, to your surprise, bounces at the chance to thirst over this supposed sexy tutor that you’ve never seen before. His eyes roll back at the sheer thought of him, leaning closer to gossip.  “He was our tutors for Physics 2 last semester and wow.” He shakes his head, marveled at such a man. “He could top me and then never speak to me again and I’d be okay with that.”

Now you’re curious about this Kim Namjoon. Just how hot is he? 

Taehyung jumps in. “I agree, however, “he holds a single finger up, “I would also like to add Kim Seokjin, the bio tutor.” His eyes roll back dramatically. “Dream threesome. Foursome if you want babe,” he nudges the blonde who blushes in agreement.  

Then the entire table breaks out into giggles and with a little coaxing, Nayeon and Jeongyeon reveal their ideal threesomes which you already know the answers to (Han Sohee and Irene from Red Velvet) since they share the same girl crushes. Then you answer begrudgingly which are the two male leads from Business Proposal because, obviously. However, the person next to you is rather quiet. You lightly nudge his side with your elbow to check in with him. 

“You okay?” You’re asking just in case Jeongguk isn’t comfortable with sex talk. 

But he nods. “Sorry, I’m still listening. Just really hungry. All I had for breakfast was a protein shake.” Jeongguk inhales the glazed stir-fry chicken on his plate, a dot of sauce landing on the corner of his lip and, oh my, do you want to wipe it off for him because he is so cute with his bready baby cheeks all puffed with food.

“Come on,” you pretend to scold. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” Jeongguk’s mom would weep if she heard about him skipping. 

He waves it off but you can see his ears get a little red. “Yeah, yeah, I know but I slept through my alarms so I was in a rush this morning. Almost pulled a Taehyung and crashed into the wall while trying to run out.” 

You laugh at the image. Taehyung can be a bit of a klutz. At the club on Jeongguk’s birthday, he almost crashed into an entire table because he was dizzy from doing tiktok dances all night. Your head throws back slightly, eyes fluttering shut, and when you open them again, Jeongguk’s eyes are on you. 

They feel explorative, searching every inch of your face like he doesn’t want to forget a single inch, lips quirked up in a half smile but it’s Jeongguk’s eyes that really take you aback. His eyes have never looked at you like that before. 

As if something is swimming deep in those pools of glimmery chocolate brown; something warm and sweet in there. 

“Sorry,” he blushes, turning his eyes away from your face and back onto his food. Your heart stops for a moment, looking down at his pillowy soft lips. They’re right there, moisturized and pink. All you really have to do is lean in. 

And with the way Jeongguk looks at you, you really fucking want to. 

He’s so beautiful. So pretty and sweet and kind and unlike any other guy you’ve ever wanted. The urge to go for him is almost primal that you can barely hold yourself back. 

Your friends are like little angels in your head, goading you on to just do it. Just kiss him and take him and then drop it. Satiate that part of you that needs sex, that needs to fucked just right, and then move on. It would be different than usual because Jeongguk is different from the previous men so you wouldn’t get hurt. 

Although… 

He’s Jihyo’s little brother, the boy who needed to hold your hand when crossing the street, the kid always on his skateboard or his nose buried in a manga. Would it tarnish everything that you find familiar to just go for it? Would years of a perfectly healthy happy friendship go right down the drain? 

But Jeongguk is an adult, only one year younger than you. There isn’t anything wrong. 

Ideally, you could just lean in and–

“Jeongguk, what was the name of the blue penguin in the Backyardigans? I really need to know like now,” Taehyung urges, breaking your train of thought immediately. 

You fly back as if the contact singes you, curling into yourself and placing a single hand on the surface of the table to catch your breath. You completely forgot about the whole conversation going on around you when you stared into Jeongguk’s pretty deep eyes. 

It’s clear as day to you. With the man he’s become, it’s obvious that you are definitely into Jeon Jeongguk. 

“Huh?” He rasps, slightly out of it too. “Oh-uh, Pablo. He’s the one that sings International Super Spy.” 

“Pablo! I knew it.” Taehyung snaps his fingers loudly. “How do you still remember that?”

Jeongguk awkwardly forces out a laugh. “We watched a few episodes together this summer, remember?” 

“Right. Pretty sure I was blazed out of my mind, though.” 

Jimin nudges him. “Babe, when are you not blazed out of your mind?”

“When I’m with you, baby boy,” he coos.  

The boy next to you groans out loud. “Ugh, you two are so nasty.” His voice is muffled by food but he still gets his point across. You bite back a giggle at the disgust on his face. 

“Jeongguk, you can’t be mean to us. It’s homophobic.” Jimin points a chopstick in his direction but Jeongguk simply shrugs and continues eating without a care. 

Jeongyeon pipes up. “I agree. That applies to you too, Queen of the Straights.” 

The direct hit has pulled you out of your internal panic, reminding you to contribute to the conversation like friends usually do. Your eyes dull a little. “Yes ma’am.”  Faking a soldier’s salute to make everyone laugh. 

You’re glad that everyone else seems oblivious to what just happened because you know that had the two of you been alone, the situation would be entirely different. 

And you don’t know if that outcome would be any better than this one. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

On Friday, classes get canceled. 

Thankfully, it’s nothing bad. All of the buildings are getting fumigated to keep out any infestations that might’ve crawled in over the summer since someone thought they saw a cockroach in the Arts building so all the professors decide to post the lecture information online or have virtual class if necessary. 

You had no complaints with this change. Attend class in your pajamas, in your bed, and have the option to fall asleep without getting caught? Sounds perfect. 

Although, no in person class means you don’t get to speak to your Physics professor to complain about your flakey tutor and find a new one which you were banking on completing before you had your huge quiz next week. So, once your final lecture ends, you begin to worry about how the hell you’re going to resolve that problem. 

Sure, you could easily self-review with the resources online but you’ve always learned more theoretical concepts with someone explaining it to you in person so you could ask questions immediately. 

You shut your laptop off and place it on top of the long coffee table you use as a desk. An open notebook with notes sits on your right, pen clicked off, highlighters placed neatly in your pencil case, and the silence of your studio apartment almost starts ringing in your ears. 

Who do you know that can tutor you for physics? 

Nayeon sent you the email address for the Namjoon person whom everyone is vouching for. You asked this morning  if he had any space in his tutoring session but he responded saying that he does but he isn’t having a session today and he’s happy to answer any questions over email or through a video call individually. 

You genuinely consider that option until you look up at the decor in your room that Namjoon has no chance of missing during the video call. 

Now, you wouldn’t call yourself a strange person, if anything you are a well-adjusted member of society,  but the pieces chosen to hang up in your studio apartment would raise some eyebrows. From the poster of Bibble from Barbie saying Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss to the concerning amount of Sanrio plushies you’ve collected over the years to all of the cat beds and toys thrown around the place and the impressive array of diffusers in every corner, your apartment is an amalgamation of you. 

And you don’t know if this Namjoon guy is going to take one look at the place and peg you down as a fucking weirdo or not. You want to make a good impression on him. 

So, you wrack your brain for a different option to help you just before your quiz next week. 

Someone. Anyone. 

Your worst bet is to walk over to the nearest cram school and ask someone there but those are all high school students and you’d die of embarrassment. 

Then you remember, Jeongguk took Physics last semester. Maybe he can help. 

Quickly, you pat around your duvet for your phone. It’s lying screen down a few inches away from Snowball’s sleeping body. Carefully, you grab the device, scroll through your contacts and call him with fiery hope coursing through you thickly.

“Hello?” His voice drips from the speakers like flowing water and you want to drown in it. 

“Hey, are you done with online classes?” You ask, on your back and knees to your chest in a very suggestive position. 

“Uh almost,” Jeongguk trails off. “Why? What’s up?”

You hold back a goofy smile at his distracted tone. “You know how you said you took physics last semester?” He hums in response. “Do you think you could explain a few concepts to me? I have this big ass quiz soon and I don’t wanna bomb it.” 

You wait. The pessimist in you expects a rejection, a flat out ‘I’d rather die than waste my time explaining physics concepts to a 21-year-old,’ but the optimist is waiting with a bouquet of roses on the other side. 

This is Jeongguk we’re talking about. Sweet, sweet, lovely Jeongguk. Not that dickhead that sits in the back of lecture and watches hentai on his phone. 

“Oh. I’m not the best teacher.”

Both the optimist and pessimist in your head are waiting on the balls of their feet. That wasn’t the answer you were expecting but it's an answer you aren’t hurt by! 

“That’s okay! I just need someone to go over it with me. As long as you aren’t mean, I won’t complain.” You want to appeal to Jeongguk in a way that’ll get the guy to bend a little and what other way to a man’s heart than food? “I’ll repay you with dinner,” you sing-song.  

There’s a brief pause, like he’s considering the option while noises mumble in the background. “What’s the menu?” Jeongguk asks. 

God, he’s so cute. Your cheeks are raised so high, they might as well curl into your eyes. 

“I live near a great fried chicken place.” Works out perfectly because you’ve been craving something fried for a while now. Must be your period. 

Jeongguk barely waits a second. “Sold. Text me the time and your address.”

You cut the call after bidding each other goodbye. A giddy squeal almost bubbles out of your lips until you realize that you have about two hours until Jeongguk is in your apartment for the first time ever. 

Alone. No friends. No family. 

Just you and this super hot guy. 

No interruptions. Complete privacy. 

You launch out of bed so fast that you wake up Snowball from her slumber. Quickly, you shower and you take your time to scrub your body with lilac body wash and shave. Usually Friday is your pamper day so this isn’t anything out of the ordinary. Then you wash your greasy hair to rid yourself of the conditioning hair mask you slathered on this morning. After your shower, you walk around your studio with your fluffy bathrobe and microfiber towel on to find the perfect outfit. 

It has to be comfortable but cute. Even though Jeongguk is just tutoring you and there is a high chance that this meeting will only be platonic, you still want to look your best. 

Rummaging through your dresser drawers and closet, your eyes immediately fall to your collection of baby-doll lingerie sets in various colors. An expensive purchase, but you’ve always enjoyed dressing up every now and then. Your fingers dance across the itchy lace, thinking about which one Jeongguk would like? Lilac? Baby pink? Maybe the nude one with the intricate designs on the cups? Or how about the blood red and black one that looks like it came straight out of a BDSM film? 

Nah, that’s too much. You go for yoga pants, a plain t-shirt and a quarter-zip with your university’s logo on it. Then selecting a lacy pair of underwear and no bra. You hate wearing one at home anyways. 

The clothes lay spread out on your bed as you begin your post shower process of lotion, deodorant, a soft scented body spray and then your clothes. Then, you dry your hair and then begin cleaning up the little clutter you have over the place. You’re a neat person, which others find shocking, so there isn’t much to do. You dry some dishes on the rack, reset your bedsheets, light up a candle, empty the litter box, and eat a mediocre salad as you wait for the clock to strike 5pm. 

Time moves at a microscopic pace, probably because you’re staring at the moving hands in hopes that you’ll blink at the pretty boy will be standing at your doorstep. You should focus on something else in the meantime. So you take out your physics notebook and begin reviewing. 

Next week’s quiz will be on a little under ½  of the energy chapter covered so far. You’ve been paying attention, taking diligent notes, and doing pretty good on the homework but the topics still freak you out.  

It’s a STEM thing. You haven’t taken one since your first year so you’re rusty and the material seems extra intimidating. Unlike Jeongguk, Jimin and Taehyung, you don’t study this on a daily basis. 

But there’s nothing you won’t be able to conquer without working. 

About halfway through your revision is when the buzz of your home intercom rings, shocking you out of your thoughts. Slowly, you get up, dusting the invisible particles off your clothes and going over to the machine to let Jeongguk in. There’s a short waiting game, lasting about two minutes, as he probably comes up from the lobby and reaches your door before knocking. 

You’re putting a kettle of water to boil as the sound resonates and you rush over to open the door with a bright smile on your lips. 

“Hey,” you breathe out, taking in the sights before you. 

As always, Jeongguk looks perfect in a gray long-sleeve t-shirt and black sweats. Like the comfy soft boyfriend of your dreams. His hair is a little damp at the ends but it waves a little past his eyebrow as it grows and his backpack straps pull his shirt wide to show off his broad shoulders. 

Fucking hell, you think. You want to eat him up and ruin him. 

Swallowing shakily, you step aside as he grins. “Hi.” Jeongguk’s voice is low, like usual, but a little buttery and less hoarse. Almost sexy. 

Basically, it’s doing things to you. 

Carefully, you lead him inside where Jeongguk takes his shoes off and stares at the place with those big eyes of his. You wonder what goes through that pretty head of his as he stares at the various stuffed animals and the wall art. But, instead, he lands on the Kirby shaped cat-bed at the base of your bed holding Snowball’s half-asleep body. 

“You have a cat?” He asks. 

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” You walk in front of the thing, squatting down in front of the entrance to hold a hand out for the ball of fluff to sniff. Snowball headbutts you immediately. “You didn’t inherit your dad’s allergy, did you?” 

That would crush you. As much as you like dogs, you’re a cat person at heart or a Snowball person at heart. 

Jeongguk shakes his head no. Then he comes to the same spot you are and gets on his knees on the opposite side of you, watching with curious doe eyes. Slowly, Jeongguk extends his hand out, thinking Snowball needs time to get used to him like some cats do, but no. She’s friendly and extroverted, getting out of the bed to welcome Jeongguk with an excited soft-tone trill.

It’s heartwarming watching her melt into his touch, purring and climbing into Jeongguk’s lap the more he pets her on all of her favorite spots. 

“You’ve been accepted,” you muse, crossing your arms over your stomach in hopes that by pushing on it, that buttery, gooey, sugary feeling will go away. 

“Yay,” Jeongguk cheers cutely. “What’s her name?” 

“Snowball.” 

“Snowball!” He coos. “You are the cutest ever!” Jeongguk leans down to tell her, slight aegyo in his tone. The rounded tip of his nose brushes the top of her small head

No, you are, is what zings through your mind but don’t tell Snowball you thought that.  

Since your knees start screaming at you to get up, you leave Jeongguk and Snowball to go check on the kettle which is at its very end of boiling the water. You get up on your tiptoes to pull out two white mugs and before grabbing your go-to peach green tea packets, you ask Jeongguk. 

“Tea or coffee?” 

Jeongguk looks up from Snowball curled on his lap, the body of a bright grin on his lips. “Coffee please.” When you nod, he goes back to petting the white feline without another care. 

His adorable politeness removes any nerves you had or any prior sheepishness from the way your studio apartment looks. Small and decorated with all of your interests. The only people that have ever been here are your mother, Jeongyeon and Nayeon. Hookups were always at their place or a hotel so it’s a little odd to see Jeongguk seated on your floor. 

But at the same time, it’s Jeongguk on your floor so you aren’t that worried. 

Pouring the mugs with steaming hot water, you grab a packet of instant coffee while your tea bag steeps and you make Jeongguk his coffee. In the meantime, he’s seated by your coffee table/desk, shrugging his backpack off while Snowball sits beside Jeongguk diligently. Like she’s protecting him from whatever she thinks is going to attack him. 

“I like your place,” Jeongguk says, shocking you for a moment. “It’s very,” he trails off. “Very you.” 

You give him a dulled look over your shoulder. “What do you mean by that?”

“You know, it’s got all of your favorite things.” His chin gestures to the Sanrio stuffed animals, the various figurines from all of your favorite animes, the vintage posters, the bunny paraphernalia, all of your favorite things, like Jeongguk said. 

You turn, pressing the small of your back to the cold counter behind you. “Your place is nice too,” you add for the sake of returning the compliment, although it is true. 

Jeongguk shakes his head. “Yeah but, my landlord is a gaping asshole and hates the idea of posters and paintings since he’s scared it’ll fuck up the wall. It’s nice but it feels dead,” he gives your apartment one more look, “but yours has some personality, you know? I’m kinda jealous.” 

His smile is genuine, sweet and kind. You find yourself melting from the sheer sight of it but you hold yourself back. Don’t want to look too whipped.  

Exhaling with some laughter, you start bringing the mugs over along with some biscuits since it’s tea time. “The first apartment we had when we moved here was like that. The landlord didn’t even let my mom change the curtains even though the ones that came with the place had stains all over it.” Jeongguk grimaces at the thought. “But Mrs. Jeong from our Busan apartment was so nice.” 

What a sweet woman. She would often come down whenever she heard one of them had a cold or if there was a birthday and she was never harsh when your mother’s checks bounced or if she needed an extra day because she hadn’t gotten paid yet. She was the reason you thought all landlords had some semblance of empathy but no. 

“We lived there for about fifteen years. It sucked having to leave.” 

“Oh my god, I didn’t know you moved out!” You gasp, shifting yourself to face him completely. “Is your current place closer to the bakery?”

“No, it’s actually farther but it’s closer to the center of Busan so public transport is good. Plus, noona got a car so it’s not too bad.” 

You sigh. Fuck, you miss Busan so much. Even hearing the slight satoori in Jeongguk’s voice does wonders for your nostalgia as yours only peeks out when you’re angry thanks to teasing from all of the Seoul elitists. 

The beach, the food, the fresh air, the streets, you miss all of it. Such a simple time. You’ve always dreamed of settling there once you’ve figured your life out. It was your end goal. 

“I wanna hear more but let’s get physics out of the way first,” you tap your notebook twice and Jeongguk moves to his backpack to take some items out to start the tutoring session. 

And, to no one’s shock, Jeongguk is actually a really great tutor. 

He’s patient with you and doesn’t mind giving you constant encouragement when you get a bit insecure halfway through a word problem. On concepts you’re unsure about, Jeongguk explains them in the simplest way possible without getting haughty. No outbursts if you make the same mistake two times in a row, he never once calls you stupid or says you’re wasting his time. Jeongguk gently coaches you until you try to solve some problems on your own from the textbook without his help and he checks them afterwards, telling you what you did right and wrong.   

Quite literally, this is all that you wanted. 

Someone to answer your questions, explain a few concepts, and walk you through a couple of examples without questioning your smarts as a whole. 

It’s nice. You feel safe and even better, you feel actually prepared for the quiz which is the opposite of how you felt this morning. You aren’t even worried about it at all. 

After clearing through the sample quiz and practice problems easily in a matter of about 2 ½ hours, you two are all done tutoring. Which means freedom for the rest of the night. 

Quickly, you connect your laptop to the small TV mounted on the wall and put on Love Island since neither of you have watched it. Jeongguk is rather curious about it since Jimin and Taehyung won’t stop talking about it,  so you decide to jump into the newest season with him while leaning against your bed and pulling up the menu for the fried chicken place.

“I’m getting honey garlic,” you tell him when you hand him your phone.  

“Then, I’ll do the spicy cheese one.” He leans closer instead of taking the device and you really wish he didn’t because your body reacts to the proximity with goosebumps erupting all over you like you’re a teenager again. 

Your eyes flick up to his side profile, which is literally perfect. His jaw is strong, well cut, defined and his skin is the color of fresh milk tea. You can see little imperfections on his skin like old acne scars, the slightly chapped surface of his lips, and all of his shiny earrings. You love the way he looks and how Jeongguk has grown into his features.  The urge to trace his jawline with your tongue is insane, almost caustic inside of you. It’s impossible to push down. You sort of dressed up for this tutoring date, throwing on a pair of your favorite panties, lathering yourself in the softest lotion; you took all of the right steps and you’re hungry for a certain ending even though there’s a high chance it won’t happen at all. The horny side of you is begging for you to shoot your shot. 

But you stop. Not yet. Not right now. 

While Jeongguk picks out drinks, appetizers and the dessert he wants,  you rush to the bathroom for a second. In the mirror, you take notice of your reddened cheeks and parted lips and the messy wisps of hair sticking out. You quickly tie it back into a loose braid and then splash some water on your face. 

Reel it back, bitch.  

While in the bathroom, you call out. “Hey Jeongguk? Could you get my wallet? It’s on top of my dresser, the one next to my closet.” Might as well pay now so you can get the chicken faster. 

“Okay!” He responds. 

The noise your stomach makes is loud and painful. The salad you had did nothing to satiate your cravings so the thought of chicken, perfectly fried to a crisp and covered in garlicky sweet sauce has you practically salivating. Especially since you’ve been eating so healthily as of late. It’s nice to treat yourself to some fast food.

Afterwards, you trudge back on over to the coffee table and plop down silently while Jeongguk puts in your card information. Meanwhile, you remember to feed Snowball for dinner and give her some much needed attention by bringing her to sit with the two of you so she can be pet and loved. 

Jeongguk’s warmth emanates from his shoulder that is inches away from you while the Love Island intro song plays at the start of every new season. Half-heartedly, you watch the corny antics as each contestant introduces themselves with the main host speaking over and you think about how much internal anguish you’re feeling at the moment. 

An object prods into your forearm. You look down to see the rounded edge of your credit card. “I paid,” Jeongguk tells you. You don’t respond verbally, taking the plastic and shoving it into the slot of your card wallet. 

“Thanks,” you mumble. You bring your knees up to your chest and rest your chin on top of them, hoping to get into the various shirtless tattooed guys on your television screen. It’s an easy task. Shows like Love Island don’t ask too much of you but you can get into it enough where other thoughts begin to fade. 

You check your phone to see that the chicken should be delivered in about 10 minutes. Then you can have food and TV to reward you for all of your hard work. 

The beginning is awkward as each person picks their couple purely based on looks and their name. You cringe when a guy comes in and no one steps up to match with him so he has to randomly choose a girl who was either too shy to step up to say she thinks he’s cute or not at all interested in him. It sounds like such an awkward place to be in and you’d hate to be on either side of the situation. 

Jeongguk, on the other hand, isn’t a reality TV kind of guy. So he has a million questions and comments throughout the 57 minute episode. 

“I don’t get it. They just shove 10 hot people in a house and they have to like each other?” 

“Fuck, that’s how you’re supposed to say Leicester?” 

“That one guy looks like such a fuck boy. Why would you ever get a chest tattoo of an eagle?” 

“What happens if you don’t like anyone you match with? Can you just leave?” You shrug in response. This is your first time watching this show too.  “I’d leave so fast if I was on this show. None of these people would interest me.”

“Me too,” you respond, playing with the frayed edge of an old receipt sticking out of one of the wallet pockets. “I’d get the ick so fast and then hop on the first plane back home.” 

Jeongguk’s bantering turns the simple binge into something more. You start laughing, indulging his every whim, making fun of the guys trying too hard to flirt and seem suave and it’s really fun. You manage to barely remember the way you felt when you came out of the bathroom. 

Is this how it should always be? Platonically hanging out? 

Was it a good thing that you stopped yourself before your desires took over your logic?

You don’t know. You don’t want to either. You just want to sit back and enjoy the rest of this lovely day off. 

After another few minutes of watching the show, you feel Jeongguk’s eyes on you. Wide, glittery, washing over every inch of your skin like he’s trying to commit your features to memory. You raise an eyebrow in question. For a moment, he doesn’t do anything, just stares at you, and then he points to your phone screen where a notification from the delivery app shows. 

The food is here. 

Quickly, you go down, slipping some slides on your feet and shoving your hands in the pockets of your sweater. The delivery person hands you the plastic bag with steaming boxes and you thank them before trundling back upstairs. The smell that wafts to you is mouth-wateringly delicious. 

This. This is your treat after a grueling two weeks of school. 

You bring it up for you and Jeongguk to dig into. The chicken is fresh and delicious and in combination with Jeongguk’s commentary, you start to really enjoy yourself. Especially as all your sex related thoughts begin to push to the back of your brain and the night gets more fun yet relaxing. The food is good and the drinks are refreshing. 

Afterwards, you crack open a bag of  kit kats to share with him to cap off the meal with something sweet since none of the desserts at the restaurant sounded appealing to either of you. 

Love Island is addictive. Your friends were right about it. Two episodes later and the two of you are curious about who is the new islander coming and how they are going to shake things up. 

The TV is on the wall mounted across your bed and coffee table. For the sake of your backs, you move Jeongguk to the bed and take some pillows to lean against so your backs aren’t completely sore by the next morning. 

Although, you do wish your back was sore for another reason but let’s not get into that just yet. 

Since you don’t have a lot of pillows, you share your main one, meaning you’re a lot closer to Jeongguk than you originally planned. To the point where your arms are pressed against each other and your legs are brushing. It makes you nervous to be this close. His perfume is a strong elixir, heady and comforting, pushing you to lean in and bury your face into the delectable skin of his neck. Even his neck, wow. The skin is so smooth, there’s a mole right in the middle of it. You want to sink your teeth into the flesh and use your lips and tongue to paint it all sorts of beautiful colors. 

Sweat begins to form on your hairline. You get nervous with Jeongguk sitting so close to you, hands itching to do something. First they play around with the single star pendant on your necklace, then at a loose thread on your comforter, and then you decide to redo your hair. 

The braid has become a straggly mess with you leaned against things so you pull your hair tie off and begin to undo your braid. At the very least, it is something for your hands to do, keep them occupied and away. 

From Jeongguk that is. You don’t want to obstruct his view or break his attention. 

Pushing off from the pillow, suddenly something happens on screen that makes your head turn abruptly  to see who said what and your hair wacks Jeongguk right in the eye. 

“Shit,” he hisses, clutching his face, curling inwards. 

You begin to panic, turning in on your knees to get closer to him. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I was trying to tie my hair and then something happened on screen so I–” you stop midway, no need for an explanation. Instead, check to see if your hair scratches him in the cornea or not.

Jeongguk’s legs, that were once crossed, are now spread wide without your body taking up the space next to him on your bed. Without a second thought, you cross over the one closest to you and end up in between his two long legs. One hand on his shoulder to grab his attention. 

“Are you okay?” You ask worriedly, trying to search his gaze but Jeongguk’s eyes are turned down. “Jeongguk?” 

Muffled, he speaks up. “Y-yeah. I’m fine.” Jeongguk drops his hands onto his thighs before blinking a few times and you see a telltale tear pool from his big doe eyes, dripping down the slope of his cheek. 

A huge wave of guilt crashes inside of you. 

You made Jeongguk cry. 

Not intentionally but still. He’s crying. 

“Aw,” you cup his cheeks, searching his irises for anything like you’re a licensed ophthalmologist or something, wiping the stray tear with your thumb.“I’m really sorry. Do you need eye drops or anything?” You sit down on your feet, leaning closer to see him. “I can go check in my medicine box if I have any left from Spring.”

He doesn’t respond. 

 Jeongguk freezes immediately with you between his legs. As if all of his blood stops flowing through his veins and he’s turned to stone by Medusa. He glances at every corner of your face, at the strands of hair framing it, like he’s never seen you before. His jaw unhinges and the tip of his pink tongue is just barely visible. 

You don’t even notice how close you get. So worried about the possibility of your hair scratching his cornea that you forget that your knees are brushing against his crotch. Nor do you think about how your face is near, you’re literally staring down like you’re about to kiss him despite dreaming about being in this position all day. 

The only thing echoing in your mind is: Is Jeongguk okay? 

Not another thought. 

“I–” he stops, lips parted, “I’m okay, really.” 

Jeongguk’s palm gently pushes your hands off of his cheeks and he shifts in his spot. 

He’s practically shielding himself for you. His legs are pushed up to his chest now. Jeongguk looks like an animal that’s getting scolded for spilling food everywhere and you cannot understand why on earth he’d be making a face like that. 

“Is something wrong?” You ask. Jeongguk covers his face but you can see his ears starting to turn red. 

You inch closer to him and gently wrap your fingers around his wrist. You’re so close you can smell the gentle perfume he’s sprayed on his neck and the inviting scent of his hair serum. But he’s wriggling around like a fish out of water and it’s scaring you. 

His hands move down, ripping his wrist out of your grip to cover up his crotch and you see a glimpse of the obvious bulge poking from his sweatpants. 

Oh. 

You recoil, muscles tightening as your brain moves a mile a minute. Something Jeongguk must sense from you because he starts explaining way faster than you thought he would. 

“I’m sorry! This is–I can leave if you’d like–” 

“It’s okay, Jeongguk,” you mumble. Your voice is soft. 

It’s okay. It’s more than okay. 

It’s better than okay. 

Jeongguk continues to panic, deaf to your obvious nonchalance about him popping a boner right after you almost blinded him. “I don’t–It just sort of happened-and-and I wasn’t like–thinking a-about you or doing anything–it just,” he pauses midway, sighs to catch his breath, stops nervously stuttering,  and then turns to get up which makes you a little nervous. “I’ll go to the bathroom and get rid of it–”

In a flash, your hand wraps around his wrist to stop him from moving. 

“It’s okay,” you repeat. “I’m not grossed out.” Literally, you are the complete opposite of that but barely you mull it over one last time before speaking up again. “I could fix it, if you’d like.” Just before your conscience could stop you.

This is it. This is your chance to have him. Just once, satiate that need, and then you can go back to normal. 

The universe practically handed you this opportunity on a golden platter so you should take it. Given that Jeongguk is down too. 

His eyes go adorably wide. “W-what?” Jeongguk stutters. 

“I could help you deal with it.”  You say once more. 

At least your voice is clear and sure. On the inside, you’re just a giant piece of adrenaline. 

Jeongguk relaxes some more, gulping, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob. His shoulders broaden like he’s trying to seem confident but you can tell that he’s nervous as fuck too. 

“Why would you do that?” 

Oh, you pretty thing. You have no idea, do you?

“I don’t mind,” you shrug. Feeling bold, the hand that rests on his shoulder squeezes the mass indulgently and Jeongguk feels exquisite. You want to rip all of these clothes off of his body. “You helped me with physics so,” trailing off, as if it’s the only logical solution to this problem. 

To you, it feels like it is. Trade an A on a quiz for an orgasm. 

Plus, you finally get to rid yourself of this intense sexual tension building inside of you. A combination of your hormones and your loneliness all cooked up to make a touch-starved mess at the tiniest thing. Being with Jeongguk could be just what you need to get your focus back on yourself. He’s gorgeous, inside and out, so there’s no intense guilt to bubble from letting some douchebag grow an even bigger ego by sleeping with you. 

Jeongguk is still apprehensive. “You… you know you don’t-like-owe it to me to fix this, right? Just because I got hard doesn’t mean it’s your job to do something for me.” 

You’re taken aback. 

Most guys wouldn’t have even protested. Your mouth would be on his dick and the minute they come, you’d be all alone. They’re the types to view sex in a very individualistic manner. 

A dopey smile makes its way to your lips. “I know. This isn’t a really transactional thing.” You cup his cheek with one hand this time and trace the deep scar there absentmindedly. “I actually want to do this.” 

If Jeongguk were to hear the insane things your brain produces, you wonder if he’d run for the hills or be flattered. Definitely the former. 

“Okay but um,” he avoids your eyes, looking off to the side and you sort of love Jeongguk like this. It’s so different from his nonchalant easygoing behavior.  “I’ve never,” he searches for the words, changes his mind halfway through, and finds another path. “No one has ever like-oh god this is embarrassing–”

You decide to save him. “No one’s ever given you a blowjob?” 

He nods behind his hands that rose to cover his reddening face during his reveal. God, he’s adorable. 

“Really?”

“Is that such a surprise?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re hot.” You say truthfully. His change of expression does wonders for your confidence. So much so that you decide to bite the bullet and run a hand through his hair affectionately. “How far have you gone?”

The strands are silky smooth, flowing through your fingers like water, and Jeongguk’s eyes flutter shut at the sensation as he mumbles out a response. 

“I kissed someone but only a few times. I got dragged to a high school party and played spin the bottle but nothing more than that.” 

This is new for you. Almost every guy you’ve ever been with is experienced or way more experienced than you. From the guy in high school who took your virginity all the way to Wooshik. And they varied from vanilla guys to those who are super into the dom/sub spiel. You’ve never been the experienced one and it feels different. 

Like you’re corrupting him, forcibly taking away something precious. Like Mrs. Robinson on the prowl for someone younger whom she can use to her advantage. 

And even though that isn’t the case with you and Jeongguk, you want this to be different than your first time. If anything, you want him to feel safe and wanted and to let him know that, at any point, if he wants to stop then it will stop. Just like there’s no obligation for you to make him feel good, there is no obligation for him to return the favor. 

“Then let’s start with that and then we can move on if you’re comfortable. Or we don’t have to do anything and we can just forget about it. Whatever you want.” 

You won’t do anything unless he wants you to. As much as you want to touch him, as much as you need sex, you’re totally fine with taking things at his pace. 

And if he rejects this entire thing and opts to fix his situation in the bathroom, that’s okay too. 

Jeongguk presses the back of his head against the wall in thought, giving you an amazing view of his jawline, until he shyly speaks. “Okay.” 

“Okay?” You want to be sure, hiding the fact that you are utterly elated on the inside.  Jeongguk just turns more red as he avoids your eyes peering into him. 

“You–we can start. I-if that’s what you want.” 

You exhale through your nose. “Oh, you have no idea how much I want to.” 

Before he can question you, you lean down and gently connect your lips with his. 

There’s a moment where it feels foreign, where your body becomes covered with goosebumps at the sheer adrenaline coursing through you and the way your brain freaks out at the change. This is happening, you’re finally doing this, but you take a second to just press and feel. Be in the moment and stop trying to control everything, then you’re fine. 

It’s easy because Jeongguk’s lips are pillowy soft. 

Starting off with a quick peck, you split for a second, nose brushing, and then you kiss Jeongguk again. This time it’s much stronger. Any lack of confidence melts when your lips move languidly against Jeongguk. He’s responsive to your every movement, feeling the inside of your mouth with his own, while his hands rest appropriately on your hips. His lip balm is rose flavored and delectable. Jeongguk is a good kisser. 

The noises fill the quiet apartment as you move closer and cup his jaw on one side while your other hand goes back to his silky soft hair to move your lips cohesively. You adjust yourself so that instead of kneeling between his legs, you’re straddling his thick muscular thighs and they feel exquisite against you, pulling a soft sigh from your lips. 

Jeongguk must feel your exhale, gaining some bravado to take the lead when he kisses you, setting the pace as his own hands begin to move from their comfortable spot on your hips. Part of you really wants to push them down to your ass to feel those big sexy hands grab a handful but you want to wait to see what he does.

He kisses you a little wet but wanton, igniting a deep burning flame inside of you. It’s bright, hot, and you can’t pull yourself away from him the more your lips collide, suckle, and slot. 

Jeongguk’s hands begin tracing up your back with a feather-light touch, and your lips part at the feeling when he unexpectedly inches his tongue into your mouth. 

Looks like he wasn’t lying when he said he’s kissed before. 

Crackles of pleasure bubble in you. Kissing can turn you on, if the guy is good at what he does, and Jeongguk is doing just that. That throbbing sensation takes over and you find yourself clenching around nothing, dreaming of having something just fill you just how you like. His tongue tangles with yours. The kiss starts to get much sloppier, something you didn’t realize you were craving until now, and you rise up on your knees while gently tugging on his hair in a flash of atypical roughness on your end. 

Your mind refuses to process that this is Jihyo’s little brother who is kissing you silly. Right now, he’s Jeongguk. 

Jeongguk with the gorgeous eyes and the gorgeous body who got hard the moment you inched closer. 

You decide to grind down on him, especially when the curve of his bulge becomes more prominent against your ass, and Jeongguk muffles a noise into your mouth. The fabric of your underwear drags across your neglected clit, pulling another sigh out of you. It’s a small jolt of pleasure and you can feel yourself dampen even more. From the action and from the way Jeongguk sounds. 

Another moan comes from Jeongguk when you grind against him again and again, whiny yet soft. It’s doing something to you. His hands squeeze your hips and then one drifts to the back of your thigh. 

Pulling away to catch your breath, you press your forehead against his. There’s a thin layer of sweat building on your skin but your arms loop comfortably around Jeongguk’s neck, tugging his body forwards. His eyes glimmer at you, with kiss-bruised lips and the beginnings of his pearly white bunny teeth peeking out from between. You resist the urge to dive down again, instead wanting to appreciate the absolute view you have right now. 

Your fingers tangle in a lock of his soft black hair. “You’re so gorgeous,” you whisper, taking in his forehead, his jawline, his perfect nose, and every single one of his moles. 

Jeongguk, who is already blushed and heavily breathing, gets even more shy at your compliment, looking away from you to avoid your teasing smile. Which just makes you want to shower him in more praise just to see how embarrassed he can get. 

“So pretty, so handsome,” your finger traces his jaw before going down to his unblemished neck where the skin looks so soft but the area is taut and beautiful. You want to see how he’d look with hickeys. “I want to mark you,” you point to the middle of the right side of his neck, “right here.” 

Jeongguk’s eyebrows raise to his hairlines. “You want to give me a hickey?” He says incredulously. You nod. 

“I want you to remember this.”

Usually, you aren’t the possessive type but you think about Juri, walking through campus and finding Jeongguk, someone that she’s expressed interest in, like this. Covered in marks you left, reeling after the pleasure you gave him. You know the chance is unlikely and if Jeongguk were to run into her, you doubt he’d tell her any bit of what you two had done but it’s the principle of it all. 

That she can be a misogynistic pick-me/not-like-the-other girl all she wants, you still pull better than she ever will. 

Maybe then, she’ll keep your name out of her damn mouth. 

Jeongguk exhales quietly, holding some weight. “Do you actually think I’ll forget this?” 

You smirk. “Dunno, but I can’t let a pretty little thing like you get away, can I? Especially with all of those other girls who love to stare.”

It happens often whenever you two would be walking from class or on public transport and people would stare at Jeongguk. Not that you’d blame them. With a face like that, Jeongguk could debut as an idol and win the hearts of millions, he could act or model even, but then you become more aware of the fact that someone even better could scoop him up at any time and you wouldn’t stand a chance against them. 

“I won’t,” he starts, shaking his head with eyes so honest and truthful that you almost collapse in his hold. “I won’t go away and I won’t forget, okay?” Jeongguk pleads with you, holding your body still with two exact hands on your hips. 

You swear your stomach feels a group of butterflies flapping about, along with unicorns and rainbows and glitter and all of that silly shit when Jeongguk says that. The hand in his hair cups his cheek, thumb tracing his cheekbone. 

“You won’t?” 

“Never,” Jeongguk presses firmly. “And,” he hesitates for a moment, “and I’m not looking at anyone else right now, either. There’s just you.” 

There’s just you. 

The sentence sounds like a confession. Like he’s being honest while you were just being horny and possessive. You feel your act drop, whatever front you were putting up, it drops, and you don’t know what to say at first. 

The truth? You aren’t thinking about anyone else either. You don’t want to. You want Jeongguk. There’s only Jeongguk right now. 

Had this been with any other person, you wouldn’t feel comfortable being honest with them. You wouldn’t trust them not to use that against you but you know Jeongguk and you trust Jeongguk more than anything. 

“I… I’m not looking at anyone either,” you manage to mumble out. Now you’re the one who is all red and shy. 

And watching Jeongguk’s expression change when you said that… priceless. 

He stares at you like you hung all of the stars in the sky, that you push the sun up in the sky every morning, like the dew droplets on the blades of grass, like it was just you. 

It’s perfect yet so much at the same time. You want to say more but you don’t know what else you could say so you meet his gaze, then dip down to his lips, and he nods so you lean in to kiss him again. 

He makes a noise of surprise, immediately licking fiercely into your mouth to meet the movements of your lips. Slowly, Jeongguk pulls away from the wall and begins moving down to lay against the bed, holding himself up with a forearm on the soft material and strengthening his hold on you so you wouldn’t slip off from him. 

You feel Jeongguk grin against your lips at your eagerness but he maintains the energy. Arching your back a little, mostly for show, you reach back and push one of Jeongguk’s hands further down to your ass. He’s been so careful and gentle with you so far and, as nice as it is, you want more. His eyebrows furrow against you, curling his palm over the tangible curve before giving your ass a tentative squeeze and pulling a muffled moan from you. 

So Jeongguk does it again. Does it with more vigor, digging his fingers into the flesh of your cheek and grinding his hips upwards. Gets you throbbing insufferably and so wet. 

“Jeongguk,” you gasp into his mouth, meeting the movement of his hips with your own. The bulge in his pants becomes really prominent as you break the kiss, moving down his strong jawline to his perfect neck. 

Whatever perfume he uses, the smell is strong now, filling your olfactory senses with sweet powdery softness. Your lips search for that spot you ache to mark, digging your teeth into the gentle flesh and soothing  the area over with your tongue. 

The noise he makes…

Jeongguk whimpered when you were sucking and biting on his skin. 

It took so much willpower for you to not rip his damn top off when that sound reached your ears. You were so wet and throbbing in your pants, desperate for some form of touch besides your soaked underwear against your clit. If you could, you’d cover his entire body with hickeys, paint his neck all sorts of beautiful colors if it were socially acceptable for someone to be walking around like that and not have everyone’s immediate thought be that he got jumped or something. 

But you practice restraint and suck on the hot skin, kissing, and doing your best to keep yourself under control even if your wetness was starting to become bothersome. Jeongguk’s hands on your ass don’t help with that either. 

The hold helps you feel the shape of his fingers which are pretty long and thick. You’ve seen them writing, typing, gripping onto the pole in the subway so the veins and tendons pop out and you’ve reached a conclusion that you need to feel them inside of you. Pumping deep and slow. Since the digits are longer than yours, they would reach that damned spot inside, turn you into a shaking, coming, mess. You crave that. 

Even before Wooshik, these dry spells weren’t uncommon. You know that it’s just your monthly horror revving up the hormones that’s making you want some dick like water in a desert but still. 

A girl has her needs. Especially when said girl is constantly hanging around a hot guy. 

Once you pull away from his neck after creating a total of three hickeys, you sit up. All of the kissing and petting and grinding has made you all sweaty so you quickly pull off your quarter-zip hoodie, leaving the plain t-shirt you have on underneath with no bra. 

Jeongguk’s eyes fall to the way your breasts lift and fall with the movement, jiggling into place as you throw the piece of clothing somewhere. The change in temperature has your nipples straining against the thin material and you can tell his attention has shifted. 

With a cocked brow, you smirk. “Want my shirt off?” You ask, slowly twisting the hem around a single finger. 

“Yeah.” 

His hands give your ass another appreciative squeeze. One that nearly has you dropping the control but you rebuild quickly. 

“Take this off then.” You place a hand down on the base of his stomach. Jeongguk’s shirt is thin so you can feel his stomach through the fabric. You need it off asap. 

Jeongguk’s lips part. You think he’s going to deny at first. Maybe he isn’t comfortable showing you his body yet. That’s okay; you don’t mind. Whatever he’s comfortable with, right? 

But in a split second, he grips the gray fabric and sits up slightly to peel it off of his body and gives you a view of what he has underneath. 

Which is just exquisite. 

Jeongguk treats his body like it’s a work of art. When he isn’t gaming or studying, he’s in the gym and he has one of the strictest meal plans you ever see. Allowing himself one cheat meal out of the week and then sticking to his rice, steamed veggie and lean meats for the rest of the days. And that dedication shows in the way his body looks. 

While still being thin and put together, his stomach is defined with steel-cut abs and his obliques are enviable along with sturdy shoulders, firm chest and deliciously bulky arms. 

You’ve never really cared about the body of whoever you were sleeping with. Muscles are nice and hot but they aren’t a necessity. Honestly, having a handsome/pretty face can get a guy farther than a six pack but now you might be changing your mind on that stance. Because Jeongguk has a pretty face and a six pack. 

Or is that a twelve pack? You didn’t really count. 

A single finger starts at Jeongguk’s sternum, tracing down his body to the waistband of his sweats, taking your time to appreciate every patch of skin and flesh. You inch backwards so you are sitting more on his thighs than his lap where his bulge is firmly straining against his pants. Looking all inviting. Your thighs clench together to relieve yourself from the lack of attention.

But before you can wrap your hands around him, Jeongguk’s fingers close around your wrist to stop you. 

“You said if I took my shirt off, you would too,” he reminds you. His tone is low, barely teetering into a domineering one. Brings a rush of arousal to your pussy and you immediately bite the inside of your cheek. 

Jeongguk ordering you around is… really hot. 

“Eager.” 

The plain t-shirt is rather unflattering on the outside so you do away with it quickly, feeling the mass of your breasts lift and bounce back down while adjusting to the temperature change. Your nipples are hard and goosebumps cover your upper body. 

But that’s mainly caused by the way Jeongguk’s eyes practically ravish you. 

You wonder if he’s more of an ass guy or a boob guy. Because his grip has stayed on the plump curve of your backside but his tongue swipes over his bottom lip while staring at your tits like he’s at the Louvre and he has two seconds to take a glance at the Mona Lisa. 

  There’s a sense of vulnerability to have him look at you like this. Like you’re something perfect when all everyone else, including yourself, does is point out your faults. 

It’s too much. You need to make a move, get his eyes off of you, so your hand goes back to the waistline of his pants where his boxer band flashes quickly. Calvin Klein, black in color to match the color of his sweatpants. 

“Can I?” You ask, looking down at the heavy print showing through the material and your mouth waters. 

Jeongguk nods immediately. “Please.” 

Carefully, you peel back the first layer of clothing. The tight elastic pressure around his waist is enough to slowly peel back Jeongguk’s boxers, exposing the beginning of his ilium but then he raises his hips some more until his sweatpants are pushed a little past the beginning of his quad muscles. You desperately want to see the sinew on his legs because you’ve been feeling them flex and move against you this entire time and they are just to your expectations. His skin is soft, a little tanned, thin hairs barely visible on his thighs from the hallowed light. 

“What do you want? My hand or my mouth?” 

You said a blowjob but whatever he wants, you will do. 

His eyes darken with lust. “Y-your hand, first,” Jeongguk stutters, shaking some hair off his sweaty forehead.  You try not to smile excitedly at the word first. 

“Okay.” 

After pressing one more kiss on his perfect nose, your palm cups his bulge. Against the material, you can see somewhat of a defined shape. It’s thick, impressive looking, and your wetness is soaking through your pants, effectively ruining the pair but that’s the least of your concerns. You fight the urge to grind into something, relieve some of the throbbing pressure from your core, clenching around nothing in hopes that it will fix. 

Jeongguk says your name carefully, checking to see if you’re still okay with continuing and your attention is back on him. You give him a wry smile in response and then work on slowly tugging his boxers off of his hips to free his cock. 

You gasp when his length slaps against his bare stomach, incapable of holding it in. 

 He’s big and thick; bigger and thicker than any guy you’ve ever been with. Jeongguk’s dick is pretty. Two veins trailing up the sides and pulsating with blood, the tip peeking with a small droplet of pearly white pre-cum. 

“Fuck,” you curse, reaching a hand forward to barely wrap around him. Your fingers manage to encompass the whole circumference but you can only accredit that to your long digits. Otherwise he would be too girthy. 

Jeongguk’s eyes flutter shut when you pump his length once. His jawline strains sexily as little puffs of air escape his lips. He looks so good when he’s pleased. As if he was made to only look like that. The emotion sits perfectly on his pretty features. 

A bead of pearly white fluid seeps from the stop, collecting slightly over the flesh-toned head. You lick your lips. “I don’t think you’ll fit in my mouth.” 

“W-what?” He stammers. 

“You’re too big, baby,” you purr, panicking momentarily about the pet name. “Shit,” swearing under your breath when you feel him twitch. Then, you let a fat drop of spit fall from your mouth and onto the head to aid your hand gliding up and down. “My throat will definitely be sore tomorrow.” 

Not that you’re complaining. 

The boy beneath you flushes. “I–” his breathing quickening when your hand works over him expertly, barely a moan. “You–um–you don’t have to,” Jeongguk offers. 

You coo, reaching forward to boop Jeongguk’s cute little nose with your free hand, still slowly jerking his cock with the other, giving the fat length a nice squeeze at the base. “But I want to,” forcing a pout and watching his gaze turn heady with euphoria. “Don’t you want me to use my mouth? To suck you off nice and properly?” 

This is new for you. You are usually rather submissive in bed and you’ve always liked it that way. If anything, you sought after guys who were more dominant because it was an immediate turn-on for you but now that you’ve made Jeongguk all pliant and soft, you can’t stop. He just looks so perfect. His eyes clench shut, creases appearing at the sides when your hands squeeze his length teasingly on the upstroke, legs going more rigid. 

Jeongguk doesn’t respond at first so you lean down, holding yourself up with one hand splayed on the mattress, right next to his head, and increase the pace of your hand. You pay special attention to the tip and the spot right under where he’s sensitive, rubbing a thumb over the area to collect more precum on the way down his cock. Jeongguk sputters out a soft noise, gritting his teeth tightly. 

“You have to tell me what you want, Jeongguk,” you muse. The tips of your noses graze, your breasts meeting his hot skin. Jeongguk’s hands, which switched to curling into the fabric of your duvet, go to your thighs to squeeze them. At that point, you decide to only stimulate the head of his cock with the pad of your thumb, rubbing teasingly tight circles while Jeongguk leaks all over, rivulets of creamy white decorating his length.  “My hands? Or my mouth? What do you want me to do?”

Jeongguk goes crazy.  His back arches off the mattress along with a high whine emitting from his swollen lips. He looks so overwhelmed with red cheeks and his hands gripping onto your body like it’s a lifeline. 

“Y-your mouth! I want your mouth, please,” he whines once more, digging his nails into your thighs, surely leaving indents. You smile, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips before descending down his taut body. 

Jeongguk is a work of art after all and you need time to appreciate him. 

Your hands stop their tortuous movement, leaving Jeongguk’s cock to hold yourself up while inching down. You kiss down the right side of his neck. The skin is salty from sweat but you don’t mind. You kiss all the marks you left, the mole on his chest, the beginning of his abs (you pay special attention to this area), licking up a stripe to feel the ridges of his body before you end up on your knees in between his legs. 

While you were kissing him, Jeongguk kicked his sweatpants off his legs, allowing you to capture a full glimpse of his meaty thighs. His skin is flawless and soft looking and you bookmark the thought of leaving red lines atop his thighs while riding him like a fucking stallion for later. 

His length deliciously twitches again from the brief lack of touch. You eye it for a split second, mouth watering, before taking the head between your lips. He throws his head back in satisfaction. 

Jeongguk tastes good. A mix of skin, salt, but he isn’t bitter; soft, pliable skin meets the plush membrane in your mouth. You moan out while your tongue circles the head, awarding you with a fresh spurt of pre-cum. 

Giving head isn’t everyone’s favorite (totally understandable) but it’s definitely yours. You don’t know why, maybe you have an oral fixation that you don’t know about, but it always makes you wet and desperate for more. Especially when the guy you’re blowing has hot moans like Jeongguk does. 

“Fuck,” he drawls out, while your tongue moves over him. He wraps a hand around the back of your hair gently, barely pushing you down to take more of him into your mouth. 

Ideally, you’d punish Jeongguk for that. If you were continuing this dominatrix stint you have going on then he shouldn’t be pushing you and trying to choke you but you drop the whole act. 

Because he feels so good. 

Your wetness is trickling down the swell of your ass as more of your mouth stretches to accommodate his length. The back of his head is about to reach the back of your throat when you wrap a hand around to pump what you can’t reach. It’ll be impossible to take him all in one go. You need to warm up first. Fat rivulets of spit trail down to his base and collect there to ease your ministrations. 

“So good,” Jeongguk praises, tangling his fingers in your hair while the wet sucking noises filter through your apartment. “You’re s-so good at this.” 

Jeongguk’s low voice isn’t helping you. Another pathetically whiny noise is muffled by his big dick going back into your mouth, swallowing around the tip as you take a little more than before. 

Swirling your mouth, using the inside of your cheek, the side of your tongue and the puckered membrane of your lips in conjunction with your nimble hands, jacking his thick cock and feeling the skin get hotter, wetter, with every second that passes by. 

He’s probably big enough to make you squirt. Though, you are the type to squirt easily, but guys around his size tend to hit the g-spot head on, to turn you into a shaking, coming, moaning mess in their arms. The thought really gets you going, imagining yourself sinking down on him like a Queen perched on her throne and spilling all over his thighs with a loud noise. 

Would he like it? Would he want to see you do it again? 

Fuck, you need a little bit of friction here. The combination of sucking him off, Jeongguk’s breathy whiny noises, and the deranged thoughts in your brain make your pussy so needy, demanding attention. 

You think about reaching back and rubbing yourself, just for a second, but your brain is too transfixed on Jeongguk. 

“P-please don’t stop-p,” he begs, “Please–Ah, yes.” Sounding like he’s about to cry. 

Your wrist flicks up during your motions while you pay special attention to the head. Jeongguk twitches some more and judging by how hard he grips your hair, he must be close. 

So you make sure your tongue stimulates all of the areas that make Jeongguk quiver in your hold. Your back arches, suckling at the skin. 

“Can I,” he interrupts himself with a moan, hands shaking, “Can I cum in your mouth?” He asks politely. 

You pull off with a breathy sigh, moving your hand to respond. “Please.” You want to taste more of him, until he’s filling your throat up completely. 

Sinking back down, you take in as much of him as you can, deep-throating his cock to the best of your abilities. It’s wet, the noises are filthy, salacious, but you don’t really care that much. Jeongguk’s cock twitches again as he spurts into your mouth, awarding you with his release as he whines throughout. 

And like a good girl, you swallow every last drop, refusing to let even a tiny drop of it go to waste. 

Jeongguk pants. His fingers slip out of your ratty hair and his hand slap over his forehead while he collects himself. His thighs shake with the aftershocks of his orgasm, sweat collected at the enticing dip of his collarbones, making his skin look like it’s speckled with diamonds. While you sit up slowly and wipe the back of your mouth, tucking his slowly softening length back into his boxers with a soft pat. 

For a few seconds, he doesn’t say anything to you. All Jeongguk does is try to catch his breath, probably slow his heart rate a bit. 

In that short period of time, your brain speeds at 100 miles per second. Did Jeongguk like it? Did Jeongguk hate it? Will he let you do it again? Oh my god, do you want to do it again and again and again. Is he uncomfortable around you now? What next? 

Your thighs are folded under you, watching Jeongguk’s stomach tense and flex as he leans on his elbows to look at you. 

His lips are adorable pouty and the hickeys look really pretty on his skin. You want so much more from him but you’re too afraid to vocalize it. You don’t want to stop. You don’t want to wake up and force this memory out of your brain. Jeongguk is so pretty and perfect and so easy to want. 

“C’mere,” he says softly, exhaling quickly with a stupid grin. Unsure if he meant his lap or right next to him, you shuffle closer until Jeongguk pats the space next to his body and you move accordingly. Hands an knees on the bed like a slinking cat. 

The air, which was once zinging with tension, has simmered down a little. Jeongguk’s arm stretches out for you to lean your head on his bicep. Up close, his eyes sparkle more than the stars in the night sky as Jeongguk pushes all of the loose strands of hair out of your sweaty face. 

“You were really good,” he repeats. “Thank you for that.” 

It feels weird to be thanked for sucking dick so you shake your head. “No need to thank me.” And because it doesn’t hurt to be truthful, you open your mouth once more. “I really wanted to.” 

Jeongguk’s expression warms; his smile gets wider and his cheeks get rounder. His thumb traces the curve of your jaw, dancing over your features like he’s trying to commit them to memory again.

“So can I return the favor?” 

Your heart leaps to your throat. You were sure Jeongguk was under the impression that this was a simple blowie, the end. Nothing else and nothing more. Even though you wanted more, you were ready to leave this romp at that but he proves you wrong once again. 

You raise an eyebrow. “You want to?” 

Most guys don’t. Most guys give up the second they cum without even offering.

But Jeongguk fucking smirks when he noticed your shocked expression. “I really want to,” he copies you. 

Fuck, you think. You put on a nice pair of underwear thinking that this would happen and then the entire tutoring session you were gaslighting yourself into thinking that nothing would ever happen and now here you are. 

There’s no doubt in your mind that you want this. Your panties are soaked and your core is aching to be touched. You need it so bad that you might never forgive yourself for turning this down.  

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” Jeongguk repeats. 

“Touch me. Please Jeongguk,” you plead with him, placing a soft hand on his warm chest. The breath is just about to escape you when he leans in to kiss you with his supple lips. 

You almost cringe. You must taste like him and you’re sure that there’s still some moisture collected in the corner of your mouth but Jeongguk doesn’t care. He licks hotly into your mouth, taking control during the kiss which surprises you completely. 

Gone is the shy whimpering boy who begged you not to stop. Jeongguk’s fingers squeeze your hips then pull one of your legs over his thighs so that you get even closer to him and your center is more exposed. That same hand travels upwards to your tits and cups the mass, and it’s your turn to shake in his hold. 

He’s starting off perfectly, like he knows what moves drive you crazy just by looking at you. 

You sigh softly when your lips break and he begins kissing down your neck. Unlike you, Jeongguk doesn’t leave any marks. Instead, he’s strategic about creating a clean line from your mouth, smooching along your jaw, then the side of your neck, to the middle of your collarbones before meeting your boobs. Jeongguk hauls you up the bed a little so he’s facing your chest instead, bringing your body closer with a splayed hand on your back. 

“Jeongguk,” you try, unsure as to why you’re calling him out. Jeongguk pays you no attention, transfixed by your naked breasts. He expels something inaudible under his breath and then takes one of your nipples into his mouth while tweaking the other, causing your body to go rigid. 

His lips wrap around the bud, sucking and circling his tongue over it while his other hand tweaks and pulls at the other. Like his tongue, his finger moves in time to turn you into a pile of mush. You grind onto nothing, wishing it was his thigh instead because you need friction from how wet and needy you’ve become in the span of like 20 minutes. 

Moaning out at the feeling of him slowly stimulating you, Jeongguk switches to the other one until your nipples are left shiny, wet, and puffy from his lips and tongue. 

He picks up fast, it seems. While kissing down your stomach, he asks you, “What do you want me to do?” Just like you did. 

“Anything,” you respond. You don’t care what he does, you just want him to do something. 

Jeongguk shakes his head. “Gotta give me a real answer,” he pulls up a little closer to your face, cupping your swollen bottom lip thanks to all of his work. “Tell me.”

“I,” you start. In all honesty, you wouldn’t mind anything from him. But you feel the length of his fingers, thick and perfect, and you remember your pressing desire of having them inside of you. “I want your fingers,” deciding on that. 

He grins softly at how cute you become when you’re overwhelmed. Jeongguk doesn’t wait around any longer, fingers going to the waistline of your yoga pants and tugging them down slowly. They’re tight, sticking to you like a second skin, so they snag along the meat of your thighs. Jeongguk doesn’t seem to mind as the fabric bunches up into a little ring and you kick it off to a random spot on your floor. 

Cold air meets your soaked underwear, making you cringe at the feeling, totally unaware of the way Jeongguk gapes at the flimsy little thing hugging your hips. He gently traces the band over your pelvis, almost like he’s hesitation. 

You open your mouth, ready to check in to see if Jeongguk still wants to do this for you or not, but before you can, his fingers dip into your panties to feel just how wet you are from him. 

His expression morphs beautifully. “You’re…” he’s speechless at first. Jeongguk’s finger trails up and down your center, barely grazing your sensitive clit. 

A whimper escapes you. His touch is feather light and barely enough yet so much all at once. 

“Fuck,” he groans, hiding his face into crook of your neck, soaking up all of your arousal while his ears and neck get bright red. You’d be embarrassed by the rushing gush coating you even more if Jeongguk’s thumb hadn’t stopped at your clit to draw tight, short, slow circles. 

Such a gentle pace, way less intense than the bullet vibrator you’ve been using, and the pressure builds gradually. One of your hands wind in his hair and the other grips his bicep, openly feeling him up. 

“Fucking soaked,” Jeongguk grits, moving his thumb a little faster. 

Your eyes shut. “Oh J–” interrupted by a shaky noise spilling from your mouth. Jeongguk takes that as a good sign, deciding to torture you even further by moving his lips back to your stiffened nipples and using his tongue to suck and lick at them as if you aren’t already sensitive. 

“You’re pretty too, noona,” Jeongguk says, looking at you this time. Slowly, your eyes peel open to find his big brown irises glimmering at you. “I think you’re beautiful. Always have.” 

You blush immediately. You don’t know why this feels so intensely intimate, like a pan that’s gotten too hot. Is it Jeongguk’s tone, the fact that he’s so close, the way he looks at you to make sure you know and understand him? What is it that has you so stupefied by such a simple comment? 

Boys have called you pretty before, called you much worse too, but you should be used to it. Over the years you’ve started to develop a thick skin but this one gets to you. 

That flutter of butterflies comes back, dancing from the tip of your toes all the way to your head. Jeongguk has seen you grow, from a kid to a pre-teen and now an adult. 

And he still finds you beautiful. Even after every embarrassing phase. 

You begin to smile, cupping his cheeks and leaning down to press a short kiss to his lips, then the corner of his lips, his cheek and his nose, because he deserves it and he’s cute. 

“Thanks,” you mean it, even if the sweet moment cut all of the flourishing beginnings of an orgasm from you and Jeongguk’s fingers halted, out of your underwear and holding your hip instead. 

Jeongguk mirrors your expression. Then he looks down at where his hand is and back up at you, nervously tonguing his cheek. “Can I move now?” 

You nod your head yes quickly after he asks. 

“And…” Jeongguk still looks awkward. You go back to cupping his soft cheeks. “Tell me if I’m doing okay?”

You want to melt in his grip. “Of course, Guk.” Thumb swiping over his cheekbone affectionately. 

Jeongguk takes that as the greenlight and slips his fingers back into your underwear. His gaze is on you, studying your features when his thumb goes back to your clit while his middle finger teases around your opening. You clench, desperate for something to slip inside of you, lifting your hips up in hope that Jeongguk would take the hint and put his fingers inside but he continues collecting your arousal to get his digits wet enough. 

“Jeongguk,” you call tightly, digging your nails into the meat of his shoulders. He hums in response. “I need more.” 

His thumb decides to go faster at your demand but not fast enough and his middle finger still traces your opening instead of slipping inside. 

“More?” He repeats, lilting his voice teasingly. 

Shithead. 

“Yes, more.”  You want to whine, kick your legs even. 

He can feel how wet you’ve gotten, does he not know how much you want this? 

“You want my fingers?” 

“Yes,” you grumble but it sweetens at the end because his thumb starts moving faster over your clit and you feel the waves of pleasure swirling in your stomach, turning into a half-moan. 

Jeongguk angles his hand a little differently and, gently, pushes his middle finger inside you. He groans at the feeling of you. “So tight,” breathing out against your skin. 

You react immediately, throwing your head back. There’s a slight pinch but it's not even the slightest bit painful. The intrusion is welcomed; although small, you need it. Jeongguk’s finger is nice and long and he pistons it out of you with so much care while hitting just the spot. 

“Fuck, right there,” you moan out, turning your face into the soft material of your sheets, eyes rolling back.

Jeongguk slips another finger in and he stops teasing your throbbing bundle of nerves to focus fully on moving his digits, curving them upwards to your walls as you release a symphony of noises. Finding that soft spongy part inside of you and massaging it. 

“F-faster please, please, go faster,” begging him out of the fear that he’ll tease you just like he was doing before. 

But Jeongguk plays fair and fingers you even faster, upping the ante even more by removing his free hand and pressing down on your lower stomach, right before your pelvis. 

And you lose it. 

The pressure from his hand on top, plus the way his fingers are moving, just becomes too much. The  gradual pressure starts accelerating and accelerating until it drops like a rollercoaster and you feel a burst of tingling pleasure rush through your veins and all over your body. 

“I’m cumming!” Crying out, tears pooling inside your eyes streaming down your cheeks as your legs shake with the crashing waves of your orgasm. 

Different than when you do it. As good as your vibrator is, something about it has yet to make you orgasm like this. Heavy, powerful, almost numbing. Waves crash inside you, again and again, cresting at the peak and slowly simmering out into a soft current and then nothing at all. 

Your breath comes out in heavy pants, limbs feeling like jelly, slowly opening your eyes to find Jeongguk staring back at you in bewilderment. His lips are parted but his cheeks aren’t red with embarrassment. If anything, he looks like the complete opposite of that. 

Like he could watch you do that again and again. Something you would gladly agree with. 

Jeongguk takes his fingers out from your underwear, glistening with your arousal, and before you can offer him a napkin, he slips his digits into his mouth and cleans them off. You really begin to question if this man is a virgin or secretly a sex god waiting to be discovered. He’s way better than you were when you were inexperienced. Does he watch a lot of porn?

Or do Taehyung and Jimin just talk about sex around him too much? Must be that. 

“Mmh,” his fingers come out with a soft pop noise, “You taste amazing.” Jeongguk’s clean hand brushes some hair out of your face as he smiles. You lean into his touch like a purring kitten, curling into his chest because your entire body feels weak. 

“You okay?” Jeongguk asks, closing his arms around you. 

Nodding into his chest, “Yeah. Felt really good.” You want to say more but there’s no energy for you to do so. 

“Did it? You looked really hot when,” trailing off, you know what he means, and you press a kiss to his chest. “Kinda want to see it again.” 

That takes your attention. 

Removing the fact that you haven’t been touched in a bit, two orgasms from Jeongguk might put your legs out of commission and that was just with his fingers. You can’t imagine what it would be like with more of him, especially as he learns more about how to pleasure you and gets better. Your poor vibrator might be out of a job. 

“I would love to, but you definitely wore me out.” Pulling your face away, you look up at his perfectly crafted face. “Can we try that another time?” 

Another time, you get giddy even before he agrees. After getting addicted to Jeongguk’s touch, you don’t want to entertain the idea of this being a one time thing. 

“Of course.” And neither does he. 

Jeongguk kisses the top of your head gently, rubbing soothing circles on your back. You tangle your legs with his, inhaling his scent and doing your best not to fall asleep. 

It feels sticky and wet between your legs. You should change and you should get ready for bed. Jeongguk probably wants to go back to his house, right? He probably doesn’t want to stick around your place after what just happened. 

But you think about it and that’s the farthest thing you want. 

Being in his arms, you feel safe and protected, like you drifted off to another dimension where nothing bad has ever happened and you were still the girl you were when you left Busan. Happy and lively. 

You don’t want him to leave you. You don’t want this to be another shitty hookup or one-time thing that makes both of you blush and walk-away. You just want Jeongguk to be in your life. 

So you hold on tight, avoiding his eyes when you ask: “Do you want to stay here with me tonight?”

Please, please, you beg internally. You’ll make breakfast, there’s a pack of toothbrushes under your sink, anything. Just stay. 

And thankfully, Jeongguk responds without wasting another second of your time, putting you at ease once again.  

“Please.”

a/n: okay yes, that was a lot but more smut will come and more angst will follow!

taglist:

@iwuzhere

#jungkook x reader #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #thereboundgirl #nerdjungkook #smut series #bts x reader #gamerjungkook #bts smut

[neattequila]

Harry's Style Evolution (by an actual stylist) Part 3: Fine Line Era! Part 2 of 2*

Gorlies I can't believe I hit pic limit on the first Fine Line Era post (I can believe it, I have so much to say.)

Anyway this is Harry's Style evolution part THREE part TWO (like how they made Breaking Dawn two movies ya get me?)

*PLEASE read part 1 first. That is linked HERE!

2020

January of 2020 feels like it was a lifetime ago, but here we are. Fine Line the album just came out in December and after preforming the full album twice, once in LA and once in London. Harry's back in London for award season.

The pics aren't revealed til later but H rings in the New Year in the INFAMOUS "But Daddy I Love Him" shirt <3

Later in January arrives at Radio one in a gorgeous Bode jacket carrying Gucci's Jackie purse.

But girls (gender neutral) get comfy because it's time for the Brit Awards and the look we need to talk about is this one.

LISTEN!!! The girls that get it GET IT! Because this was EVERYTHING EVERYTHING!!!

To DATE I think this is the best award show look he's ever worn, contending only with the leather suit at the Grammy. I really thought this was going to be the new style. It's sexy, it's slightly punk, it's BRIT POP references chock full!

The Mary Janes, the Brown suit with the purple sweater and blue lace color with the pearls and the HAIR! THE BRIT POP PUNK HAIR! This was *chefs kiss* I am absolutely devastated that we never got anything like her again.

Also at the Brit Awards he wears this yellow suit paired with purple necktie, and Treat People With Kindness pin. For his beautiful falling performance he wears a full lace ensemble including gloves. This night is also includes my blog name's origins.

Fine Line promo continues and Harry wears a myriad of cozy outfits.

In New York he wears a JW Anderson cardigan, later to become TikTok famous with the "Be Healthy, Eat Your Honey" shirt and Gucci jeans. Later he wears another sweater vest (staple of the FL Era,) and for NPR's Tiny Desk he wears a Gucci mohair sweater.

At the beginning of the end March 2020 Harry's shoot for Beauty Papers comes out. One of my FAVORITE editorials he's ever in.

These photos are gorgeous, camp, sexy, kind of eerie. He's photographed and directed by Casper Sejersen who I think absolutely killed it. Beauty Papers always has amazing queer camp shoots and I highly recommend paying attention to them.

The world goes into lockdown and H releases the previously recorded "Watermelon Sugar" music video "Dedicated to touching."

Most of the ensemble is Gucci but some pieces were vintage thrifted including the loose-knit tank (right.)

Harry grows out his facial hair and becomes even sexier somehow.

Like fr. This is the hottest he's ever been. Left he wears a hoodie that he made himself printed with photographs of philosopher Alain de Botton, and paired with the vintage military jacket he was wearing in Japan during 2019. Middle I just think this pic of him is so hot, and right he wears a custom Bode shirt.

September 2020 Harry becomes the first man to ever be on the cover of Vogue!

Y'all I was so excited when this first came out. So imagine when I opened the magazine and saw the absolute trash outfits they put him in for it. Like literally all of these outfits are some of the worst he's ever worn. Like honey clean up! Vogue is here!

The only piece I adored from this whole shoot was the custom Bode pants. Bode has a chokehold on me and I wish Harry L would've featured more of them in this shoot.

In October of 2020...

The MV for Golden is released after being filmed in Italy and heavily features both Gucci and S.S. Daley pieces. The Eliou necklaces he covets make their first official debut in this video as well.

In November he films (released in December) this performance for iHeartRadio. He's wearing head to toe Gucci with a custom Eliou necklace. His hair and this performance is so dreamy. (Left)

He also starts filming Don't Worry Darling *crowd boos* and among his cozy on set looks this is my favorite. The pictures of him this day really made me go gaga. He wears a Free & Easy shirt paired with Elder Statesmen sweatpants and New Balance sneakers.

2021

It's 2021 baby! Harry rings in the new year by releasing the video for TPWK with Phoebe Waller Bridge

We're jumping to March 2021, I'm scared to hit pic limit again lol, with the GRAMMYS!

Harry wore three! outfits to the Grammy's where he took home his first ever Grammy for Song of the Year. All three looks were Gucci and all featured feather boas which he never wore again! Which is odd because it really seemed like it was going to be a tour staple, but wasn't!

Throughout the summer and into fall his personal style is very casual, this makes sense. We're still in a pandemic and everyone is trending to a more casual fit sense. I had to include the pink beanie because every time I remember that it's $112 I go inside. Girl I got the same one for like $10 from Forever21 5 years ago!

April/May

In April Harry stars in a Gucci campaign along with many other celebs (left,) he also attends the Brit awards in May (Right) wearing a Gucci ensemble that isn't bad but is nothing to write home about. This is the first time we see him in Gucci Gazelle sneakers which will later become a staple.

September the long awaited Love on Tour officially starts!

The tour kicks off in Las Vegas with a fun sparkly Gucci outfit, and continues with these suspender/open shirts/high waisted pants that we saw on the Fine Line cover. These outfits are underwhelming but do ultimately make sense.

The tour outfits really do blend together, the full collection can be found HERE, so here are three of my favorites <3

We'll end our Fine Line coverage with the first annual Harryween!

Harry wore custom Gucci ensembles for both, one dressing as Dorothy and one dressing as a pierrot.

Next is Harry's House Era!

Thank you again for all the love, and for bearing with me when I had to split these into two parts!

AGAIN PART ONE IS HERE!

See you next time <3

#harry styles #harryween #gucci #styling #stylist #idk #more #fine line #part 2!

[taohs]

Hi Aki!! it was me all along, your animanga secret santa hehehe. So answering the rest of our last conversation will be a lot more easier. As for the recommended shoujos, I highly suggest Kimi ni Todoke, Kaichou wa Maid-sama, Bokura ga Ita, and Lovely Complex! Those are all older shoujos but to me that's like the golden age of shoujos 2000s-2010s, now a days we don't get many new good ones but luckily next year is looking so good!! there's already gonna be 3 manga adaptions of shoujos in Janurary and Feburary (they are The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague, Yamada-kun to Lv999 no Koi wo Suru, and A Galaxy Next Door!) ((im definitely checking them all out)) and Ouran Highschool is such a classic I highly rec finishing that one!

omg ugh, if I had the money for fashion I would 10000% dabble in k-fashion!! I just love how fashionable their outfits are while at the time looking for fancy, clean, fresh! Cardigansssssss yes yes yes, if I also had more of those I'd be drenched in cardigans but I wear a lot of hoodies during the colder months! I agree with all of that about christmas, I just wish it would snow here ;0;;;;; I feel like it always snows towards the end of winter because right now its just super super cold D: my favorite season is definitely Fall, it's just that literal perfect time of the year. You know the warm in the mornings and colder at night, the crunchy leaves, the pumpkin pies, all of that pre-winter stuff I love hehe :>

ayo we couldn't be more in common, I used to be obsessed with BTS too and the first group I listened to in kpop was 2ne1 with their I am the Best song :D but I TOO am now just a girl group listener and tend to dabble in older girl groups and newer ones too :)) aoa I feel like I should dive into their songs more because I just know of their hit title tracks but I'm sure they have a lot of good bsides. Itzy, twice and mamamoo I am all familiar with, they are good in all their respects. I feel like I like twices bsides more though I rarely listen to them. I am a hugeeeeeeee fan of Girls' Generation, they are my number 1. I also love Red Velvet, Aespa, KARA, and New Jeans! Honestly to me most bg these days just sound all the same, there isn't much new in their pot and I just was never too fond of them like I was of ggs :3

This time of us getting to know each other more was so nice! When I got assigned you I think I like gasped in joy because I was shocked I got a mutual! I feel honored being able to make a gift for you, I think I say it a lot in the tags of reblogging your works but I really love your style of coloring! The way of coloring, the textures you add, there are little points you add to them too that you can just tell it was made by you, I love that so much ;3; Thank you for being a content creator and showing us your unique craft, I hope you have many more years of doing the things you love! I hope you love your gift >.< !!

your gift here

ALYSSA! hello hello!! ♡♡♡ before i gush about the gift again (AND YOU!!) let me answer the conversation first hehe. all of those shoujos you mentioned looks really good! i've seen a few gifsets of them before and i have no doubt that it's good as people says c: now that i have motivation to start i will definitely add those to my watchlist! i will come to bother you once i finish them sorry in advance. the artstyle for the new shoujos coming out all looks so pretty, i really look forward to them, especially if you're going to be making gifsets of it too! :>

omg yesss k-fashion beauty is so pretty but also so expensive (for good reasons haha). i also love hoodies during winter!! they are so comfy and warm and i always wear them at home :D omg yes fall is a wonderful season too, it's the perfect balance between warm and cold. although in my area, it gets super cold in the morning and then gets warmer at night, so it's the opposite from you!! i always dress warmly when i go to work and then end up suffocating from the heat later on in the day >_<

OMG NO WAY WE HAVE SO MUCH COMMON? i can’t believe we’re so similar especially regarding kpop 👀 snsd was the first kpop group that i fell in love with i believe, i got hooked with their songs gee and oh!! (both classics) i get so much nostalgia listening to them, they still sound sooo good after all these years :’) did you have an ultimate bias in kpop? also you’re so right about ggs, they just hit differently compared to many boy groups. i also feel like a lot of them has their distinct style of music that sets them apart from everyone else! 

i've said this before but it really has been wonderful talking to you! especially since we haven't had chances to interact much before so this event has been extra special 🥺 you’re such a sweet and kind person and i really loved getting to know you more!! the gift is so so gorgeous and i’m still crying over it now. thank you so much for everything once again alyssa! ♡♡♡ ilysm!!!

#mokacheer #answered #my cutie mutuals ☀️ #secret santa #last time i can use this tag ; ^ ; </3

[fairycosmos]

my favorite outfit of you is that black top with those big baggy pants idk you reminded me of jennifer from jennifer’s body bc you were showing your bellybutton and idk you oooked very pretty

OMG !! this was like whip lash twice in the best way. first of all you remembering my fits 😳😳 and then a JENNIFERS BODY COMPARISON ??? 😳😳 madness. craziness. deranged. i just love you so much though. thank you wtf!! <3 i wear those pants and that top all the time so comfy so fun. anyway please ugh ur an angel. im just a girl standing in front on an anon asking them to love her 

#anon #im!!

[abedsweaters]

ABED MADNESS ROUND 4

VOTE HERE: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScYJD89VNLPX2M8NBmT6oPXQGe7hdr-mBNKvnerbZRkI6ihAg/viewform?usp=sf_link

As always, recap under the cut (+ bonus q recap)

Biggest Landslide: This round was like... all close races but the biggest landslide was the Red Hooded Flannel beating the Blue and Gray Hoodie with 18/26 votes

Closest Race: We hade a tie! The Red and Black Flannel and the Pink and Blue Flannel 2 each got 13 votes. Here I’ll disclose my official tie-breaking rules: since I vote in these rounds too, I just nix my vote and let the ~people~ have their way. (I think of it as My vote only really counts as a tie breaker - so if I have a 50/50 split it means without my tie-breaking vote, the other side wins). So since I voted for the pink and blue flannel 2, I let the Red and Black flannel be victorious ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (i will really miss that bi pride flannel tho)

Bonus Qs!

An even 50/50 split on whether celebrity pharmacology or contemporary impressionists was a better episode! I honestly go back and forth (altho i voted for contemporary impressionists). I think contemp impressionists is funnier but it’s also more problematic bc of the weird demonization of anxiety medication? and abed’s weird ooc behavior makes me :(. but i rewatched celebrity pharmacology recently and it’s soooo uncomfy to watch and i hate pierce so fkn much. also there are literally no good jokes in that episode. so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ thats just my onion

rant replies:

omg i’ve been trying to find an apartment for the last 3 weeks and it was the WORST experience but i think i finally have a place much excitement good luck w urs!!!!

hell yeah they sure are bad

give her a pat for me

<3 <3 i appreciate it

is abed a softboi lets discuss

yeah this season had a lot of Peak Outfits. and ur valid

i’m ok!!! this summer has been so so terrible for literally every reason but in 3 weeks i’m moving out of my parents house AND i get to see my best friend in person for the first time since may <3

ur so valid dude

i literally would kill for his outerwear collection a bitch loves to be comfy

omg i feel that its like 100 degrees out where i am i hate it

ur valid. like i said i go back and forth on which one i hate more but they both suuuuuuck

Okay now onto the actually important question: Y’all know what it is

(answers that aren’t visible from top to bottom: yes but only randi and the blonde girl from s02e01 - 2 votes, troy has NEVER f*cked - 3 votes, not since he fell in love with abed and stared a full time career in Pining and Yearning - 19 votes)

let’s look at those write-ins, shall we:

he Fucked in hs and early community college because he felt like he Had To. he was with Pretty Women in acceptably heterosexual ways. He stopped when he started getting to know/pining for Abed, until he started dating britta. (its possible that he and abed had fake sex once or twice on camera for like, kickpuncher films, there's wiggle room in my theory for that.) ANYWAY britta was cool about sex and trying new things and not shaming troy for anything he wanted, and britta👏pegged👏troy! anyway then they realized they were better as friends and he went back to pining for abed until he and abed started dating.

what did he mean “lets go film the sex scene” ????????

Definitely less than Abed does but still a fair amount. Also I can definitely see them hooking up after establishing some chemistry (so that’s why I didn’t choose the “entire show” option), but I’m so on the fence about whether it would last/progress past that or not. On one hand I can totally see them eventually getting married or something, but on the other hand I wonder if they would ultimately decide they were better as friends. I truly don’t know. I do think that after he left it definitely turned into pining and yearning since they’re not physically near each other.

anyway onto round 4!

#abed madness #abed madness season 2 #round 4 #extras

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MY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ABOUT OUTTAKES 16-18.5 BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY

We have been blessed with 3.5 glorious new parts to the wonderful Losty Aone/ Mountain Man Series by the wonderful, amazing, awe-inspiring @shhhlikeme and i am emotional and have many many feelings about it all.

Outtake 16 

I love that we got to see this from the reeader’s point of view, it was nice to see our losty y/n and see how their feeling. It was a nice break from feeling sad about Aone’s broken heart.

This part made me laugh ahaha

After dating and breaking up with him, Aone had females constantly approaching him. A/N: Not constantly but it felt that way for you ofc lol

the jealously😂, the Author’s note too like “it wasnt like that at all” 😂 this emotional person (y/n) is just  blowing up the situation. 

and then this:

In other words: They want what you had. 

i mean of course they would, Aone is the sweetest boy but only to someone he loves. Aone’s heart is too strong to let waver to someone knew so quick

This whole outtake all i could think about was that Y/n really needs to get back with her mountain man, first they want to break up so Aone finds someone new but then doesnt want him to find someone new. Like cleary y/n is not being honest with herself or Aone. 

When they went to the library, ahhh y/n really just imagining the worst scnenarios in their head😂

“Oh,” your stomach flipped. “He looks so cute.” You put on a 🥺 face when you noticed how utterly adorable a standing Takanobu looked

🥺🥺🥺 Aone is always such a cutie, and y/n really broke this man’s heart😭 I know it was insecurites but still. These two are so in love but just wont get back together. 

The outfit y/n is wearing😍 you always pick these really cute and sexy outfits and I appreciate y/ns confidence and style but it is not me 😂😂 but Aone thirsting over his girl tho, i would dress up like that if it meant getting looked by Aone like that 😂

I love Aone’s plan, like he is such a sweetheart and he’s making me all soft at all his effort to win his girl back🥺🥺

This outtake really gave up all the feels y/n is feeling with breaking up with Aone and I am enjoing it 😂. At the same time though I just want these to love birds to get back together ahhhhh. 

One of the things I really love about this story is how strong the friendship is and how we see the outside characters really show how much they care. A lot of stories (like shojou, oh man you dont know how much shoujo manga ive read haha) just sideline their friends after the start talking to their love interest or they dont even have friends at all in the whole story. I really enjoyed seeing Katana be a voice of reason in our losty’s life. And of course the K_nji’s being our boy Aone’s best friends. 

Outtake 17

okay we starting with the real friends the K_nji’s warning our boy Aone about the situation. I love them and how much they care 😂. They can be dumbasses but still, I appreciate their effort. 

The University—our University— sent her a uniform that’s a size or two too small.

Does this mean they’re going to the same university? or am I reading too much into it? It might have been mentioned before but I cant remember off the top of my head. Also Aone really living his best life and his worst life rn 😂😂  like he gets to see his girl in a super tight cheer leading uniform and spend one on one time with her but he cant do anything about his desires. His confidence tho haha  “I’ve seen Y/N in a cheerleading uniform before” not like this you havent😏 

Aone Takanobu can truly say—if he could speak—that he will never even question Futakuchi again.

Again I just really love their friendship, parts like this really get me 😂😂😂

When y/n took out Aone’s jacket automatically🥺🥺 my hearttttt, and how long Aone’s jacket is on them🥺🥺 this whole part made me so softtt. Like imagine wearing his jacket🥺🥺 it would be so comfy and warm. 

There are so many golden lines I loved from this part, but Aone’s spank bank is just a phrase I wasnt expectng to read but it is gold. Im sure his bank is full and loaded😂

Then some random gross guy comes up to y/n, like the audacity of this guy.

He had such a disgusting grin on his face

🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 this guy can back offfff. 

I really love when Aone comes in to protect the reader🥺🥺 he’s not the iron wall for nothing too. 

Your knight has arrived. Your ex-knight. ☹️

and then you go and hurt me again😭😭

I really wanted Aone to just kick a dude in the chest, like step the fuck off 😂😂. 

“Take one more step toward her.” Aone growled in the smoothest voice.

“I dare you.” Aone added, for good measure.

Im absolutely swooning, Aoneeeeee🥺🥺🥺. And the fact that he wanted the reader to come with him so she wouldnt get anyone bothering her😭😭 he’s such a gentlemen. No one bothers Aone’s girl whose not his girl at the moment, especially guys who arent wanted

now onto the fun part of this outtake😏 I wasn’t expecting to see texts but it was definitely a nice addtion!! Our poor Aone soo horny and sweet, I dont know if the dead squirrels worked hahaha. 

but he couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to edit all of this together in the time frame he promised he would with only one hand.

this went over my head when i read it the first time omg😂😂😂 Im sure Aone can do it, he’s a very capable man. This whole section had me laughing but also feeling slightly bad for Aone, again his poor horny heart right now is conflicted but very much fed. Im glad he was able to get a break, I dont think his length could wait (im not used to using subtle language hahaha) anyway this whole part was fun to read. 

Aone bit his juicy bottom lip,

I legit bit my lip just before reading this part😂

Outtake 18 & 18.5

Now we’re hitting the climax!! (after Aone just hit his climax and is about to hit again😗)

—who imo really should return to their own homes now but would rather not—

I mean do these two even have their own homes anymore😂, theyre basically apart of the Aone family now. Family who also understand when to leave their horny pal alone for time being. 

OKAY ONTO THE IMPORTANT PART!!! AHHHHHHHH. 

“Aone-senpai, do you even have snapchat?!”

“Obviously not.” Kenji answered for his friend, being snappy.

“WELL HE SHOULD GET IT BECAUSE I SAW—“

Did Kanji see Y/N and Takeru?????? I also cant believe I learnt Takeru was a third year from this series, I always thought he was a second year for some reason. I think cos he was ennoshita’s rival. not important rn lmao

“—because Aone-senpai is jacking off again. It makes you feel lighter, and happier—so that’s why,”

this boy, there are some things you just shouldnt say out loud. Some things can be left unsaid (not like im blunt with my friends sometimes haha but still) 

When Kenji had found out about why y/n dumped Aone😭😭😭😭 I’m glad he found out earlier then Aone, I wouldnt have wanted him to yell at the reader again.

Anyone that can do that, be so selfless—is good enough for his best friend.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I can tell its her because that’s your sweater she’s wearing. Right? It says Takanobu on the back, and I remember seeing Y/N steal it out of your bag after practice once.”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺these parts really just made me soft. like the fact that y/n still had the jacket and wanted to wear it out. and the absolute coincedence that they were in the same cinema as Aone. 

“Y/N.—Sh-She-She is wearing my attire. What does that mean?”

Yeah, big guy.

Yeah, you have a chance.

Y/N still has a little….tiny bit of feelings for you

YES YES YES FINALLY , I wanted to cry here😭😭 AND THEN KENJI CONFIRMED IT ALL AND AONE THE MAN WENT AND TRIED TO GET HIS GIRL. THIS REALLY IS THE DRAMATIC PART IN THE MOVIE. AND THEN THIS [redacted] TAKERU CAME AND AHHHHH 

(Aone would know that face, he only saw it everyday he’s looked in the mirror for the past 3 years)

Absolutely dead. All hope—gone.

You make me happy and then just rip out my heart like 2 minutes later. I was going from crying happy tears to sad tears in like a heartbeat. 

ALSO YOU DONT KNOW HOW UPSET I WAS WHEN I GOT TO THE END OF PART 18 I DIDNT REALISE THERE WAS 18.5 AND WAS AFRAID THAT THIS WAS IT AHHHHHH. I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO PLAY WITH MY FEELINGS THEN JUST LEAVE. 

“I’m worried about you.” She finished, looking more serious than you’ve ever seen her.

y/n really has some good friends with her🥺

uhhh then Takeru comes in, I dont really hate him but no one stands in between our losties love, they deserve each other and no one can stand between them. 

“But, tonight, if you need a shoulder to cry on, I’m just one theatre over… Okay? I have a pretty comfortable shoulder, so just text me.”

Okay this was pretty nice of Takeru, like cheesy but at least he cares and isnt staring at y/n like a peace of meat he wants to devour...

You sent it. Received a response within seconds saying he was on his way.

This boy, hes got a good heart but this isn’t your story bud, im sorry.

There! Kenji-san and Koganagewa-san, two males who were looking at you and Takeru as if you two were the villains in the movie that just popped out of the screen.

if this doesnt go well these two seem like they’re going to fight y/n outside the cinema😭😂 I couldnt imagine getting death stares from the K_njis especially after hurting Aone basically twice now.

Finding HIM was all that mattered.

OKAY THIS WHOLE PART, LIKE YES GO GET YOUR MAN PLEASE. LIKE Y/N CANT JUST LEAVE THIS RIGHT HERE LIKE THIS. 

white hair visible only because his head was down, forehead kissing the steering wheel, his shoulders vibrating slightly because he is crying. It’s him.

I cant take anymore sad Aone😭😭 He needs the biggest hug and his girl to be his girl again. He has gone through so much.

“Kenji-san, please leave me—““Not Justin Bieber look-alike!”

I cant with the Justin Bieber look-alike. 😂😂

Im just going to talk about my feelings for this part, but the whole confesson. I felt like crying, i feel like crying now reading it😭 it was just so beautiful. Like y/n explaing everything and saying Aone is the only man she’ll ever love. Throughout the series we really go to understand Aone’s feelings so deeply and how passionate he is but we didnt really get to see how y/n felt as much so reading this made me happy for Aone for the fact that his girl loves him as much as he loves her. They really were lost for each other, lost with out each other, but together they were 

Found.

okay maybe im tearing up now😭😭

One more marathon to go and our happy couple can live happily. The fact that this story is nearly over is a little sad but I’m happy our losties found each other. Im thinking since the next parts will be the last I’ll talk about overall themes I liked and my favourite moments as well. 

#shhhlikeme #Losty Aone #Losty mountain man series #this took longer then i expected but i can finally post it!!!!

[appletreeisland]

Life Reset Plan

Okay, things are shit now. But they don’t want to stay like that. You know how to make it better, you just got to do it. So, as always, let’s write it down and get to it, yeah?

Step 1: Life Cleanse

Start by cleaning your room. Open all the windows. Light a candle, start an oil diffuser, just make the air breathable. Strip your bed and wash everything. Sheets, blankets, pillowcases, everything. Throw them all into the wash. Maybe use some extra soap. Some essential oils. Whatever makes you feel good. Then take everything you own and put it on your bare bed. Alright, now you got until the washer and dryer are done to go through all your shit and decide if it stays or goes. (For me, that’s about 1 hour and 15 minutes) Don’t spend to much time on things, you don’t got a lot of time to spare. Most things should be decided instantly. Pick it up. Do you want it? Not an immediate yes. Get rid of it. Donate it. Sell it. Trash it. Just get it out of your life somehow. Now that you know what you want to keep, give them a home. Put them away in a place that makes you feel good and where it could stay forever. Good. Now brush off or vacuum your bed and make the bed. Tuck in your sheets. Fold your throw blankets. Make it look comfy like those beds of Instagram girls and people who have their lives together. Wipe down any and all surfaces. Desktops, windowsill, bedside tables. Make them fresh and clean. Sweep and mop or vacuum your floor. Make it a space that you feel good walking around barefoot on.

Move onto the rest of your space. Repeat everything here in each area of your pace. Bathroom? Throw the towels in the wash, put everything on the floor or counter, go throw it all, clean your surfaces, put everything away, sweep and mop. Kitchen? Empty cabinets and fridge, get rid of old/outdated foods, things you’re not actually ever going to use, consolidate herbs and spices (looking at you, four things of cinnamon), wipe out the inside of cabinets and fridge, put everything away, wipe down counters and stovetop, sweep, mop. Etc, etc.

Lastly, cleanse your technology. No, don’t just wipe down screens. Delete everything that doesn't make you happy. Apps, files, photos, songs, accounts, contacts, etc. Be aggressive with this too. Anything that doesn’t immediately make you feel good, get rid of it. Unfollow accounts that make you feel bad about yourself, that waste your time, that doesn’t inspire you and bring you joy. Yeah, that paper you wrote in school and got an A, delete it. Unless you feel like you’ll use it for another class or research your doing. This is nuanced advice. Adapt it to your current situation. If anything, put it in the cloud. 

Step 2: Personal Cleanse

We’re going to start physical and work our way inwards.

Take your old clothes off. Take a shower or a bath. A good long one. Spend at least twice as long as you normally do (unless you normally take hour-long showers, you know, be reasonable), wash your hair, condition it, wash your body, use a sugar scrub, wash your face, exfoliate, hell even brush your teeth. Do whatever you need to do to make yourself feel clean and rejuvenated. Don’t do something just because I said to or someone else said to. Do it because you feel good doing it. Don’t shave if it’s not your thing. Don’t put a face mask on if it’s not your thing. Again, nuance. Dry yourself off, put lotion on, put on your favorite outfit, do your hair, do your makeup, make yourself feel good by looking good. But looking good in a way that makes you feel good. Don’t like makeup, don’t wear it. Your favorite outfit could be sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Could be a suit and tie. A dress, a romper, whatever. Even a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Now, find a way to simplify this routine. Make it a daily thing. Shower every day if it makes you feel good. Use a sugar scrub three times a week if you want. Make a personal hygiene routine that makes you feel your best. You can use mine as an example but definitely take everything you want and nothing you don’t.

Okay, now look inward a bit. At your habits. Do you like them? Do they make you feel good? Do they depress you? Make you feel like a failure? Try to think about everything you tend to do, no matter how small. Write them down if you need to. Make a list and go through each one by one with an overly critical eye. Really consider the place of that habit in your life. Take the ones you want to quit doing and make a plan to quit them. (Maybe read ahead a bit in case they are similar to the ones I’m changing in my own life so you don’t spend all this time on it just for me to go over it again more in-depth) Now, think about the habits you want to have. Do you want to be a runner? Do you want to wake up at 6am every day? Read before bed? Draw daily? Write them all down. Then think about why you want to do them. Because they make you happy? Because someone else does them? Because you were told they were good for you? Again, be overly critical. Only accept the ones that are purely for yourself. Don’t wake up at 5am because someone once told you that that’s how you have a productive day. Do it because you love the quiet stillness of waking up before others. Or because you need that time to do other things that purely make you happy.

Lastly, look at your emotional health. How have you been feeling recently? Good? Bad? Depressed? Really ask yourself some personal questions and be honest with yourself. Again write it down. In whatever way is best for you. Maybe that’s a brain dump or a Level 10 Life approach. Whatever works for you. Now, think about why you’ve been feeling that way. Is it other people in your life? Could you remove them from your life or sit down and discuss with them how they have been impacting your life or find ways to healthily deal with them? Look at all your relationships. You never know where draining and/or toxic people may be when you don’t look at them critically. Is it your habits? Well, we’re already working on that so good job! Is it where you live or work? What can you do about those? Move furniture around? Buy new art? Move? Change jobs? Ask for a promotion? Find out what you need and go get it. Ask for help, build a support network, find the people who truly care and want to help you and utilize them. You’re not a burden or bothering them. fAnd if you are either understand that they may also be going through some tough shit and need to take care of themselves first and that’s okay or maybe they weren’t as good of a relationship as you thought. 

Step 3: Social Cleanse

I know we just talked about this, but I want to go into it a bit more.

Look at all your relationships, Family, friends, love interests, coworkers, etc. How do you feel about these relationships? Can you discard them if necessary? Or reinvent them? Analyze all of them and make a conscious decision to keep them in your life.

Want more relationships? Find out how you personally make new ones. Do you go out places and strike up a conversation? Go to a cafe or store and find someone to talk to. Even a brief compliment or something you notice. See where it goes. If it doesn’t have the effect you wanted, try again. Not everyone is going to be your friend and that’s okay. We’re here for true friends, not superficial ones. Do you meet someone online? Download some apps. Be active on forums. Talk to people. State your intentions upfront if it may otherwise be ambiguous. Or do you prefer meeting people through others? Talk to your friends. Ask them about friends they have told you about. See if you all could do something together. Express interest in the people in their life and they’ll maybe introduce you to them. But they definitely won’t if they don’t know you’re interested.

How about yourself? Do you like yourself? How you treat yourself and others? Are there mannerisms you don’t like that you have? That you wish you did have? List them out. Really think about how you react to certain stimuli. If someone compliments you, how do you handle it? If they demean you, how do you respond? You don’t need to go through every little reaction right now, but stay mindful of them. If you notice that there’s something you don’t like, make a mental note of it and come back to it later. Why did you not like it? And, again, make sure you don’t make decisions based on others. Really think about it and decide if you want to make a change truly for yourself or for someone else.

Step 4: Building Your Life

So you got all your stuff figured out. A super clean space. A group of good friends. An understanding of your own feeling towards different aspects of your life. Now that you know these things, change the things you don’t like. 

Start with routines. Make them as strict or leisurely as you want. Set a time to wake up, a time to go to sleep. Figure out what you need to do every morning to have a good day, every night to have a good sleep and/or morning. You can look at mine for some ideas. Are there other things you want to do every day? Maybe you want to talk a walk during your lunch break or pick up your space every evening after dinner. Decide on things that you want to do every day and make them a routine. Put them in your schedule. Commit to them. Do them every day. Make weekly routines too. Every Thursday you do laundry. Every Wednesday you go grocery shopping. Every Monday you plan your week. Make as many or as few routines as you need to be happy with your life. Eventually, they will just be another part of your life and you won’t need to think about them anymore.

Then, focus on your habits. You’ve decided which ones you want to get rid of and which ones you want to start. Make plans for each and every one of them. Make a plan to quit smoking or spending less time on social media. Maybe that’s setting a limit. And that limit can be just as many/much as you’ve been doing. But now you’re limited to that. Then reduce it by a small bit. Instead of three cigarettes a day, limit yourself to 2. Instead of 2 hours on social media, spend 1.5 hours. Continue reducing the limit little by little until you’re at a point you are happy with and isn’t interfering with other things you want in life. Want to start a habit? Do the inverse. Start small and work up to your goal. Want to wake up earlier? Wake up five minutes earlier? Or even just work on getting out of bed right as your alarm goes off and then work on getting up earlier. 

Step 5: Living Your Life

It’s a process. Creating yourself is a process. You’re not going to have it all figured out in an afternoon. A lot of this is things that will slowly develop over time. You can do your initial overhaul but always come back to things. Review how you’re feeling and how things are going and make more changes as you need to.

So go out, live your life, continue to grow and work towards being the person you feel most happy as, and never let anything stop you. 

#life reset #advice #life overhaul

[animeniacss]

What I Want - BadBoy! Taehyung x Reader - Chapter 5 - Study Date?

Synopsis:  You are an innocent, excitable new girl, moving all the way to Korea due to your dad’s new job. As you anxiously learn about the new world around you and how you’ll make your mark, you stumble into none other than bad boy Kim Taehyung and his band of six crazy friends. He seems to be bothered but you, something he doesn’t even understand. Will you be able to tolerate the shenanigans of Taehyung and his rowdy friends, or will you fall victim to his charms just like everyone else?

Featuring Jihyo and Dahyun (TWICE) as your friends, and BTS members as Taehyung’s group of friends.

Genre: Romance, BadBoy!V, BadBoy!BTS, High School Romance, Drama

Length: approx. 4.8k words

Chapter 5 - Study Date?

Word of Taehyung’s fight got around quickly yesterday, as well as Taehyung’s punishment of another 3-day suspension for initiating a fight as well as going into the gym without permission. The rest of the boys got a day of detention for entering the gym, which none of them seemed to mind. They did their day of detention and moved on with their lives. You were, however, bummed that Taehyung wouldn’t be around for three days. All because of some stupid fight. You offered to gather up all of his homework for him and give it to him when he came back. Like he would even want to do it. That was the next thing you needed to get Taehyung to do, submit his homework on time and completed. You sat at your desk, tapping your pencil against the desk as you waited for class to begin. The door opened behind you, and you thought that it was Jihyo of even Dahyun coming in to wish you a good morning. Turning your head, however, you saw that it was instead Park Jimin. He looked around for a moment, and when his eyes fell on you, he grinned.

“Hey!” He called out to you in glee, hurrying up to you quickly. You watched him lean against your desk. “I need to tell you something important.” You leaned forward against your desk, glancing up at him.

“And that would be…what?” you asked, a small smile on your lips.

“Are you bringing Taehyung all of his homework?” he asked curiously. You nodded.

“Yeah. The only problem is I never got his number of where he lives.” You pointed out. “I was going to find one of you later and ask you. Thanks for saving me the trouble.” You watched Jimin give you a kind smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. “But what do you need, anyway?”

“Oooh, nothing. I was just going to ask if you could deliver a message to Taehyung for us.” He asked, handing you a piece of paper. You took it in your hands and raised your eyebrow, glancing at the boy.

“…This is something dirty, isn’t it?” you asked, and Jimin laughed a bit. “Either that or it has something to do with some shady activity. Which is it?” Jimin held a hand over his heart.

“Oh, how you wound me.” He said dramatically. “We’re not involved in any shady acts. How low do you think we would go?” Pursing your lips together, you nodded.

“I guess that’s true. Sorry about that…“

“We’ve dabbled in drug selling, though.” He smirked. You gasped, standing up and covering his mouth as he began to laugh again.

“Park Jimin, stop! You have not!” You gasped. Jimin shook his head to confirm that it was only a joke, and he continued to laugh. You sighed, sitting back in your seat. “Thank God. I don’t think I’d be able to handle any more if I had to make Taehyung a good student while also having to turn him in to the police.”

“I don’t think you could.” Jimin corrected. “He can’t really be a model student behind bars.” You nodded in agreement. “Anyways, here-“ he held out his hand. “-Give me your phone.” You were hesitant, but he smiled. “I’m going to put Taehyung’s number in it so you can contact him about meeting up for homework.” Handing him your phone, he sat back against your desk again and went wild with pressing numbers into your contact. You watched him for a minute, as every few seconds he would look up and purse his lips, before looking back down and continuing.

“How many phone numbers does this guy have?” You asked curiously.

“Well, I had to put all 7 of us in.” He clarified. “We couldn’t just let Taehyung be able to call you all he wanted. That’s no fun.” He handed you back his phone, seeing that you now had 7 new contacts, each with a unique little emoji right beside their names. “I’m going to tell the others to send you pictures for their contact photos. Okay?” He got up and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Anyways, I’ll see you later, okay? Tell Taehyung we all said hi.” As he walked away, you turned back around.

“Where are you going?” you asked curiously. “Aren’t you in this class too?” Jimin scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeaaaah, but Jungkook got a new game and we’re all meeting to watch him play in the old tech room.” He grinned. “So maybe next time. Bye, ~!” You sighed as you watched him head out of the classroom. Then, he poked his head back in: “Also, there’s nothing on the paper but a dirty picture Jin-Hyung made. So you can throw it away.” And with that, he was gone. You quickly opened the picture and gasped at the dirty drawing, immediately crumpling it up and tossing it in the trash. With that gone, turned back around in your seat and pulled out your phone. Scrolling down the list of people, you landed on the one that read Kim Taehyung ^o^ and opened up a new message.

To: Kim Taehyung ^o^

From: You

Hey, it’s me. Jimin gave me your phone number because I have all your homework for these next few days. Do you want to meet up this weekend, and maybe work on it? It seems to be a lot of material. Just let me know, but I kind of feel like I already know your answer.

After sending the message, you put your phone away and got ready for another long day of classes. Korean schools were run very differently than they were back where you grew up, and the new changes took a lot of getting used to, especially the longer days and stricter work schedule. However, your smart mind and good time management allowed you to keep your head on straight and do relatively well. You had been here for almost three full months and were slowly starting to get accustomed to the location and were building a relationship with both students and faculty. The faculty especially loved you because of your attempts to straighten out the seven bad boys in the school, especially Taehyung. It made you happy knowing that you could help them out a bit with him.

The school day lagged on just like you thought it would, and by the end, you were half dead on your desk, wishing for the weekend to come soon. It was only a day away, and you would be able to sleep in just a little bit. As the day drew to a close and you gathered your belongings to leave, you opened your phone to see if you got any responses from Taehyung. You did.

To: You

From: Kim Taehyung ^o^

Yah, whatever. Can we meet at your place on Saturday? I’m not doing anything. -.-

You were surprised that he actually responded, more so that he was willing to meet up and do homework with you. You eagerly replied to confirm the date. You closed your phone, mentally reminding yourself to send him your address on Saturday morning so that he wouldn’t get lost. With that squared away, your mood was lifted just a bit, and you left school with a spring in your step.

Saturday couldn’t come fast enough, and to be honest, you were kind of excited. Not only would this help Taehyung catch up on his studies, but it also meant that you could get in a few more hours of studying yourself. That morning, you woke up at the sound of your alarm and stretched a bit. You hopped in the shower, cleaned yourself up, and put on a comfy outfit, but still, something that was a bit appealing. You didn’t want to look like you had just woken up after all. After tugging your hair up into a bun, and applying some foundation on your face, you headed downstairs. After some breakfast, you would send Taehyung a greeting message with your address and then wait for him to-

“Good morning~.” You heard a deep voice coo. You starred in shock at the entryway into your kitchen. Sitting at the breakfast table with your mother and brother was Taehyung, one leg crossed over the other as he smirked in your direction. His arm was draped casually over the back of the chair as well. You blinked.

“…How the hell did you find my house?! I didn’t even send you the address!” You asked. You had no idea, was he stalking you? Was that it?! Oh God, what if those shady business deals Jimin teased about turned out to be real?! You couldn’t wrap your head around this, and you leaned against the wall, trying to process how this guy found your house! Taehyung saw how uneasy this made you and laughed.

“You know…I know who Jihyo is, right?” He asked. You blinked, glancing at him. “Yeah. I know exactly where she lives, her mom and my mom went to college together, so we used to hang out as kids.” That news shocked you a bit. “Anyways, I went to her house and asked where you lived. When she refused to tell me, I simply told her why and, with the loving heart that Jihyo has, she told me you lived right next door.” You knew that he was lying, by the way, he said his last sentence. Crossing your arms, you glared at Taehyung some more until he snickered. “Fine, fine. I saw you pass by your bedroom window about 20 minutes ago and went to the door.” He said simply. You looked at your mom.

“And you just let him in?!” You asked curiously. Your mother couldn’t help but giggle.

“Honey, he told me exactly why he was here. And I knew you were keeping homework for a friend who was missing school. It just…” she glanced at Taehyung. “…Made sense that it was him, you know?” You snickered at your mom's jab towards Taehyung, but he paid it no mind. “Besides, he’s been nothing but polite since he came in. So don’t be so hard on him.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair as your mom motioned to the open seat. “Come sit and eat breakfast before you two get to it.” You walked over, taking your seat beside Taehyung, who leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he looked at you.

“Get to it, eh?” he cooed. You blushed, shoving him away.

“Shut up! My brother’s here!” You snapped, glaring at him. “And don’t be so perverted. I thought you didn’t like me.” Taehyung pouted.

“You’re so mean, you know.” He said. He glanced at your mom. “Ma’am, could I trouble you for another glass of juice?” he asked.

“Of course. Just let me grab some.” Your mother said, getting up and making her way to the fridge. Taehyung glanced back at you, but you weren’t looking back, instead of focusing on eating your breakfast of soup, rice, and some kimchi. He glanced at your brother too, who was basically doing the same thing. Your brother wasn’t too fond of Taehyung when he arrived, and he kind of reminded Taehyung of you. As your mother returned, passing Taehyung a glass of juice, you finished up your meal.

“I’ll go set up everything in the living room.” You said standing up.

“No way!” your brother snapped immediately. “My friends are coming over, and I already called dibs on the living room!”

“Well, then why can’t you stay in your room? We have to study!”

“Because my room is too small and I already called dibs!” He said again. “Study in your room. He won’t make a move on you, you’re too ugly.” You gasped, kicking your brother’s chair as he and Taehyung laughed.

“Whatever.” You huffed, getting up. “Come on, let’s go.” You said to Taehyung. He stood up, giving your mother a quick thank you for the food, before following behind you. You both headed up the steps and into your bedroom. Taehyung looked around as you closed the door.

“What secrets lie in here?” he asked curiously. You sighed and headed over to your desk, pulling it out and arranging it so that the two of you could sit comfortably on it while still having room for your books. Taehyung watched you set everything up, before sitting down in the seat beside you. “So how much crap is there for me?” he asked. You opened your bag and handed him a pile of different textbooks, folders, handouts, and worksheets. “Crap…”

“That also includes some recent stuff that the teachers said you can hand in for a lower grade…” you said simply. “So, let’s get started, shall we? Where do you want to start?”

“Honestly? Nowhere. I’d rather just relax and not do any of it.”

“Well that’s too bad, isn’t it? You’re going to get at least a dent of this pile done, whether you want to or not.” Taehyung pouted as you handed him a pencil and opened up your book. “Let’s start with history, hm?” Taehyung looked at you.

“Why are you being so cold?” He asked, pouting sadly. “You’re not being very nice.”

“I’m trying to help you…” you said, looking at him.

“Well, to be honest, I didn’t ask for your help.” You took a deep breath, trying not to start a fight in your house and bother everyone on the block. You simply pushed your chair back and stood up.

“I’m going to go get us some coffee to keep us alert. Do you want sugar in yours?” you asked simply. Taehyung looked at you for a moment, before sighing.

“Yeah sure.” He said. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to do work, though.” He said as you headed out of the room. When you left, he looked back down at the opened history textbook and paper of questions on it. He sighed, lazily flipping through the pages of the textbook – which were all crumpled from his poor treatment of his books – as he waited for you to return. As you headed downstairs, you were trying to stay calm. But you didn’t even start studying yet, and he was already giving you such a hard time! It was impossible to stay focused on this guy! You went downstairs, standing in the kitchen as you brewed both of you some coffee. As you watched the cup filled up with that delicious caffeinated liquid, you tried to think of what you could do to encourage Taehyung to at least do some of this work. Any of it, just get something done so that he can turn it in. But you had no idea what motivated him. As you finished the coffees, you poured them into two travel mugs to allow for easy transportation and headed back upstairs. You were gone for approximately 10 minutes, and you knew damn well he didn’t get anything done.

As you stepped back into the room, you approached the desk to see Taehyung scribbling something down on paper. Upon closer inspection, you had seen he had already completed the entire history worksheet! Your eyes widened in surprise. It didn’t even take you 10 minutes, you were pushing at least 30 with that one! Sitting beside him, you handed him his cup of coffee, and that drew his attention from his work to you. “You’re already done with it.”

“Yeah. I mean, it isn’t hard.” He said simply, taking his coffee and taking a sip.

“Then, why don’t you do your work? You’re obviously smart, you did that whole worksheet in like 10 minutes!” You asked in curiosity. “It baffles me…”

“I just don’t want to. I have better things to do than homework. I know all the stuff, I watch a lot of TV and, whether you believe it or not, I read a lot of books. So I know the stuff I need to know and I don’t need to waste it sitting in a cramped ass classroom with people that I don’t really like to be around.” He said slight aggravation in his voice. “I’d rather be hanging out with the others.” He said.

“Yeah, I understand that.” You said simply, looking at him. “But you’re still a student, you have responsibilities. What are you going to do when you have to enlist in the military in 10 years? Not go because you’d rather be doing other things? That isn’t how it works, you can’t base everything off if you want to do it or not.” Taehyung sighed.

“That’s different.” He said. “Joining the military is something that I’d actually want to do.” he said. “I’d actually be able to make a difference and help my country and do something…well, cool, I guess. Sitting in class is not cool, I’m not making a difference by being in that classroom, nothing changes when I’m not there. Professor Choi keeps ragging on about his dumb lessons and you and Jihyo keep eating lunch together and everything keeps moving on even when I’m not there.” You were surprised at how much Taehyung was exposing his feelings right now. It shocked you, you never thought he would be this forward with you about how he was feeling. Realizing that he was saying too much, he huffed and looked back at his work. “Just…forget it, okay?” he asked. You watched him take another sip of his coffee and get back to filling out all his worksheets and books. You looked at him for a moment, before finally turning back to your own work and beginning to work on it yourself.

You were sitting in silence for what felt like forever, and frankly, it was starting to bother you. Any time you tried to start a conversation with Taehyung over the homework, you were met with a quick response, and then nothing. So, after a while, you got out of your seat and headed to your radio. Taehyung glanced up, watching you squat in front of it and dig through your collection of K-Pop CDs. He leaned back as you glanced in his direction. “Any requests?” you asked. Taehyung shrugged.

“SHINee is pretty cool.” He said. You flipped through the albums and pulled them out, slipping in “Lucifer” and hitting play. The music began to circulate through the room and you returned to your work, glad that the silence was now gone. You continued with your work. You had significantly less then Taehyung did since you were caught up with all of your work, and this allowed you to finish quicker than him. You cleaned up your stuff and leaned back, letting out a deep sigh of relief as you revel in the fact that you were done.

“How are you getting along?” You asked curiously. Taehyung sighed.

“There’s so much crap to doooooo.” He whined, lowering his head on the desk. You couldn’t help but smirk at him. “I need a break, please tell me I can take a break.” He whined. You stood up, amused by this new side of Taehyung.

“I thought you did whatever you want to do.” You teased, making him glare at you. “Well, it’s already about 12, we got a few hours in, so I say we’ve earned ourselves a break.” Taehyung sighed in relief and stood up. “Hungry? I’ll make us something to eat. My brother and his friends are probably downstairs starving to death too.” You made your way downstairs and Taehyung followed suit. As you made your way downstairs, you saw your little brother with a handful of other friends, sitting in front of your TV. They were all playing a racing game, shouting and yelling at one another. “HEY!” You shouted, making the boys look in your direction.

“What? You guys finally are done being gross and couply upstairs?” Your brother teased, and his friends laughed. Despite how hard that made you blush, you kept your cool.

“Fine, I guess I won’t cook any of you lunch.” You said, heading into the kitchen. You heard your brother whine and beg almost immediately for you to cook them food, and you waved him off in compliance as you disappeared into the kitchen. When you turned around, you saw that Taehyung didn’t follow you in. He must have stayed in the living room. You thought to yourself. Perfect, that allowed you to cook in peace. Turning to the cabinets, you got to work preparing a big, hearty meal for all the guests.

Taehyung, meanwhile, had sat himself down on the couch, behind where the handful of boys sat on the floor, a controller in their hands as they shouted at one another. They were yelling at each other as one of them flew ahead in the rankings, and another lagged behind. Taehyung rested his head in his hands, silently watching these events unfold, and letting out a slight chuckle every once and a while.

“I win!” One of your brother’s friends shouted. “Want to play again?”

“Yeah!!” They all agreed. Taehyung leaned forward.

“Mind if I join in this round?” he asked curiously, and the boys looked over.

“Do you even know how to play?” Your brother asked, frowning a bit.

“Hey, I’m not that old, kid.” Taehyung sneered, glaring at the boy. “Just tell me no if you don’t want me to play.” Your brother huffed, shuffling over to the TV stand grabbing another controller and hooking it up, before handing it to Taehyung. “Ready to get your butts kicked?” Taehyung grinned a bit.

“Yeah right!” One of the boys shouted as the game started. Within seconds, the cars on the screen went flying down the race track, and all the boys, as well as Taehyung, began shouting and yelling like they were before. Taehyung was doing well, being able to attack those in the lead, and dominating first for most of the game. In the end, because your brother tricked him with a sneak attack, he ended up in third place.

“Augh!” Taehyung groaned as your brother cheered.

“You’re pretty good!” Your brother said to Taehyung. “Want to play again?” Taehyung nodded, a devilish grin forming on his face.

“Hold it!” You snapped, sticking your head in. “Before you all start, lunch is ready, so come eat before it gets cold.” Taehyung watched the boys get up and rush into the kitchen, thanking you for cooking as they eagerly went to eat. You looked back at Taehyung. “Want some?” you asked. “I made some bibimbap since there’s so many of us.” Taehyung leaned back in the chair.

“…Yeah.” He said, getting up and following you into the kitchen. He pushed past the five kids eating hungrily and managed to grab himself and you a plate of food. “These kids are animals.”

“I feel you were almost exactly the same way as a kid.” You teased, beginning to eat your food.

“Tch, yeah right.” Taehyung denied, but you knew it was true. He saw the boys continuing to feast and then turned back to you. “Can we go eat this in the other room?” He asked. You nodded, and you both entered the living room, sitting at the small table in front of the TV as you began to eat.

“How much work do you have left to finish, anyway?” you asked curiously, glancing at him. Taehyung shrugged.

“Doesn’t seem like too much more. Just some more of Professor Choi’s god awful history worksheets. I hate them.” You snickered at his comment. “Why don’t you just do the rest for me and I sit and look at how pretty you look?” At that comment, you almost choked on the mouthful of food you put in your mouth. Your cheeks were red as you looked up at Taehyung. Though his cheeks were dusted pink, he was grinning.

“E-excuse me?!” You asked. “Knock that off, idiot…” Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh at you as you tried to brush off his comment. After that, you refused to humor him anymore, eating your lunch in silence, though he kept trying his hardest to get a reaction out of you again. When the two of you finished, you cleaned up the mess, put everything into your dishwasher, and led Taehyung upstairs to finish the meal, though he tried so hard to go back to playing video games with your brother and his friends.

Back up in your room, you plopped yourself down and looked at Taehyung’s work. “You’re almost done.” You said. “Just looks like a few more assignments.” Taehyung sat beside you, resting his back against the chair as he twirled the pencil in his hand. “Come on. The faster you finish the faster you can go do what you want. You’ll be all caught up.” You tried to give him an encouraging smile. Taehyung groaned. Why didn’t he just take all of the homework and leave this morning when he had to chance?! He couldn’t leave now…not with you looking at him like….like…like that! Defeated at this point, he just opened up one of his books and began working. You smiled, despite there being no look of joy on Taehyung’s face in return.

As you saw his work coming close to being completed, you headed back downstairs. In the kitchen, you got to work and quickly made a few batches of cookies and some milk for you guys and your brother’s friends. They came out pretty well if you did say so yourself. Plating them and putting one plate out for your brother, you brought the rest upstairs. Walking into your room with the tray, you saw Taehyung finally close the last of his books and shove them into his bag.

“Done.” He finally sighed out in relief. He looked back at you. “Are you happy now? Because this was probably the worst day of my life.”

“I’m very happy.” You stated as you walked over, placing some cookies on the desk. “And as a reward, here.” Taehyung picked up one of the cookies. “I was making them. You can take some for the road if you’d like.” You checked the time. “By the time you get home, it’ll probably be dinner time. Your mom must want you home to eat, hm?” you asked, taking a cookie and putting it into your mouth. Taehyung frowned, biting the cookie in his hand roughly and standing up.

“I guess.” He picked up a few more before turning on his heel and beginning to walk out of the room. You were confused. You knew he wasn’t in a good mood about the homework, but he particularly seemed angry at this moment. Did you say something wrong? You began to follow him out of your room, and you both headed towards the door. He gave a quick goodbye to your brother and his friends, who responded with cookies stuffed in their faces. “Thanks for giving me my homework, I guess…” Taehyung said as he stood outside your door. You rested against the door frame and smiled, crossing your arms.

“Doesn’t it feel good to be caught up with your homework?” you asked.

“…Thrilling.” Taehyung said in a monotone voice, smirking a bit. You both were silent for a moment, unsure of what you should say as a goodbye. Without thinking, you spat out:

“…Did you really think I looked cute today?” you asked curiously. Taehyung’s shoulders tensed up a bit, and his face went red. Yours did too, but you looked down at the floor trying to hide it.

“W-what?” he asked. “What the- Wha….” Taehyung stammered his words for a moment, unsure of how to respond. “Are you nuts?! What are you trying to do, get me off guard as I did with you?! It isn’t going to work, you aren’t that slick!” He snapped. You glanced back up nervously, expecting your outburst to anger Taehyung and see an angry face. However, you were surprised to see that Taehyung was red in the face, his lips pursed together in annoyance, yes, but not aggravation. “I’m going home.” He said, turning on his heels and stuffing his hands in his pockets and made his way to the gate of your house. He glanced back at you, face still red. “I’ll see you Monday…or whatever.” He huffed, before heading down the street. You waited for a moment until he was far enough down the street before you headed back inside. You made your way back up to your room quietly, unsure of what to make of this. You went into your room and slipped under the covers, burying your face in a pillow.

As Taehyung walked down the street, hands still in his pockets, he was grumbling to himself. What is that girl thinking? He thought to himself. She’s so stupid saying that kind of stuff. There’s no way in hell she looked “cute”….

If anything, he thought you looked downright beautiful.

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Friendships

daAuthor : chewie-redbird

Word Count :  1,1020

Warnings : uh jealousy, lies, horrible people, second-guessing and smuty stuff…. #SorryNotSorry

Summary : Cordelia ‘Cordy’ O’Brien is seen running through the rain at 3 a.m., heading towards her Godmother’s house. Upon arriving, (Y/N) West-Posey answers waving her handgun around yelling, to realize it’s her Goddaughter. (Y/N) tries to talk with Corey, but get interrupted by Cordy’s mom, Talia Knight-O’Brien calling. (Y/N) handles Talia while letting Cordy go to bed, telling her they will talk about it in the morning. (Y/N) calms Talia, saying she’ll tell her everything tomorrow and heads to bed but checks on Cordy. Finally back in bed, (Y/N) tries to sleep but Tyler Posey keeps teasing her. In the morning, she starts to make breakfast, Cordy walks down and tease her Godmother about her night. (Y/N) and Cordy sit to eat when Tyler walks down, kisses his wife goodbye, and bumps into Talia at the front door. (Y/N) and Talia wait for Cordy to talk which they find out she had a huge fight with her best friend Allison ‘Ali’ Roden. (Y/N) tells Cordy friends fight, but true friendships overcome those fights and become stronger. Using their friendship for example, (Y/N) leaves the two while Talia tells about a fight that nearly broke theirs. Which angers Cordy and goes to sit with (Y/N), which she explains the situation about what happens. They go back in to find Ali, wanting to talk, so the adults head back outside to give them space. They talk and reminisce about their lives, until it seems too quiet, making (Y/N) joke. Eventually the girls come out, (Y/N) jokes again and they say they’ve talked through it, and thanks her mom and godmother for their help. The girls leave for a day of bonding when (Y/N) points out it’s Friday where Talia tries to stop them. (Y/N) reminds her they deserve this break, considering they worked hard at their school and it’s not like they never skipped. So (Y/N) and Talia spend the rest of the day reminiscing about their own friendship and their fights and how they are forever connected.

Characters : Talia Knight, Tyler Posey, Dylan O’Brien, Holland Roden and OC characters : (Y/N) West-Posey, Cordelia ‘Cordy’ Nicole Katherine O’Brien and Allison ‘Ali’ Roden.

*A/N : Hey everyone, here's another random dream I had! So I changed it to fit the reader and also who the reader is with! Cause it was just some random dream hunk and I wish it was Tyler Posey….cause who can blame me? Also this dream contains my sister, my BFF, Talia @daydreamingfairy. So it was only fair to make her husband the amazing Dylan O’Brien since the reader was with Tyler. Also Talia’s child, Cordelia is named after Cordelia Chase from Buffy the Vampire Slayer!! Shout out to Charisma Carpenter for her amazing role! Love you girl!! Also in story Cordelia’s BFF is Holland Roden’s child Alison ‘Ali’ Roden named after Crystal Reed’s character Allison Argent. So more shout outs to Holland Roden and Crystal Reed!! As always, my stories are shout outs to who's is in them, Tyler Posey and Dylan O’Brien, thanks for being who you are!! Also there’s a smutty part…..couldn’t help myself!! Whoops!!! Also shout out to San Francisco, a place I’d love to visit someday. Also (y/e/c) means your eye colour. Also this part with the * and (....) is an inner dialogue with oneself during a flashback! Also there is a small shout thing I just had to add from one of @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone one-shots!! I have finally finished writing this!! It has taken me forever to, but I did it and I’m proud of it! Hope you all like it as well!

*Third Person POV*

It’s a cold, rainy night in San Francisco as a teenage girl is seen running down a street. The silky brunette hair damped, the tanned skin glowed under the street lights. The 18 year-old comes upon the emerald green and black house, an old Victorian style home with six bedrooms. Walking up to the gate, she continues to the wrap-around porch. The bright red door shines under the porch light. The teen rings the doorbell, and begins to knock after hearing nothing. 

She slowly knocks, looking scared and confused, then a light inside turns on. Anxious and unsure, she patiently waits for the door to open and hopefully be wrapped in welcoming arms. With every footstep coming closer, her stomach erupts in butterflies as she isn’t one-hundred percent as to how she’ll be welcomed. Knowing the person about to find her on their porch has a rage she vowed to never see again. She swallows the lump in her throat as she hears the unlocking, watches the doorknob slowly turns and stops. The door opens suddenly in a flurry as a person rushes out swinging their arm out making the girl duck.

*(Y/N)’s POV*

It was a normal Thursday night, you were laying down watching your favourite TV show at the moment. Even though you knew you had to go open the dinner at 6 a.m. you just couldn’t stop at cliffhangers. Though recently got hard to be comfortable when your husband decided to wrap his arms around you in his sleep. You’d shimmy and wiggle but couldn’t get comfy while in this awkward position of halfway sitting up and lying down.

“Babe” you’d whisper poking his nose, he’d just groan and barry his face into your side,

“Honey” you tried louder while running your hand through his silky brunette hair as he hums slightly at the feeling,

“What?” he groans tilting his head to look up at you,

“You need to let go, I’m kinda in an awkward position” you giggled as he looks at how your sitting,

“Oh sorry” he says letting you go but suddenly pulls you closer as he hovers over you,

“What do you think you’re doing?” you ask as you look into his dark chocolate eyes as he sends you a mischievous smirk.

He doesn’t answer as he kisses your neck, biting and licking it lightly then slowly continues downward. You moan at the sensations, your skin beginning to burn where his lips touched. He soon disappears under the covers, leaving love bites down your body making butterflies erupt in your stomach. You feel his hands play with the waistband of your Chanel Emerald green silk PJ shorts before he pulls them off slowly. You squirm as his breathe hits your exposed core, anticipation too much.

“Either do something or I will” you warn him as he growls and dives in making you gasp out loud.

He continues making you see stars, your toes curling, hands bunching up the sheets as you moan his name. This continues for a few minutes with him never stopping, adding fingers to make you scream for him. That familiar tightening in your stomach happens you move your hands into his hair pulling hard.

“Ty…Ty...I’m….” you start to state your about to come when something catches your attention.

Tyler pops his head up out of the blanket and looks at you as you look at him in confusion. Then you both hear the doorbell again and then knocking. You both look at the clock, seeing it’s 3 in the morning making you groan in anger. The knocking continues making you push Tyler off you, pull on your shorts and grab your robe. You storm down the stairs turning the light on, reaching the nightstand next to the door.

You open the drawer, pull out your trusty pistol and pulling back and releasing the slide mechanism. You unlock the door, slowly turn the doorknob and stop, breathe out then you swing the door open. You come busting thru the door waving your pistol in the air yelling,

"Alright, where do you want it?! In the left or right ass cheek?!?!” you look around then down to see a girl who looks no more than 18,

"Aunty (Y/N)! Aunty (Y/N)! It's me! Cordy!" she yells looking down while waving her hands around bending down.

You look down at her giving your famous scoul,

"Cordelia! What in the hell are you doing knocking on my door at 3 in the morning'?",

"I'm sorry, but I had no else to go" she says standing up straightening her outfit.

You just look at her then say,

"Girl, get in the house" you move to let her in as you hit her upside the head when you hear,

“Who the hell is making so much noise?” you see your neighbor looking over at you from her porch,

“Bam, mind your own business and go back to bed you old hag” you yell at her,

“What did you say?” Bam says moving her ear towards you,

“I said get your ass in your house before I put a bullet in your old ass” you yell aiming your pistol at her making her run back inside then you head inside shutting the door and lock it,

“Nosey ass bitch, I swear one day I’m going back to jail because of her” you mutter to yourself as you put the safety back on and placing the pistol back in the drawer.

"Why did you answer the door with your gun?" Cordy asks you as you turn back to her,

"It’s 3 in the morning, the only people knocking on the door are crack heads and the police. Now, you gonna tell me why you’re knocking on my door instead of being at that best friend of yours?" you look at her while crossing your arms across your chest, she just looks away avoiding your gaze,

"Girl you better answer me! I won't ask twice!" you state placing your hands on your hips.

She just looks up at you with this sad look and right when she opens her mouth the phone rings. You walk over and see her mom’s name flashing on the caller I.D.,

"It's your Momma, what is she gonna tell me? What am I gonna tell her?" you look at her as she just starts crying holding her hand wiping at the tears.

You just huff grabbing the phone and answer it,

"Hold on" you put the phone to your shoulder while hearing her mom yelling,

"Girl go on to the guest room, I'll handle your Momma, but we are talking tomorrow morning" you tell her waving to go upstairs as she gives you a smile.

Before heading up the stairs, she runs and gives you a hug and says,

"Thank you Aunty" then runs up.

Shaking your head at her, you finally put the phone to your ear, 

"Talia come down, breathe, breathe, breathe" you say to your best friend and after you finally calm her down,

"Is she there? Was that her? Do I need to come over? I'm coming over!" she says rushing around,

“Talia, Talia, TALIA!" you yell to get her attention,

"What?" she asks stopping in the middle of putting on a jacket,

"Yes, she is hear. She's staying up in my guest room for the night. And no I don't know anything. The poor girl just shows up on my doorstep ruining my lovely night with....um... what's his face...but don't worry. Nothing will happen now she's here, fucking little bitch. But I am talking to her in the morning and I'll call you after" you explain what the plan is,

"What? No, I'm coming over. I'm gonna bring her home" she said sounding like a worried mom,

"Talia, she's fine, she can stay here tonight. If she wanted to be home she could have. Doesn't that best friend of hers live closer to your then me?" you state as she thinks for a minute,

"....Yeah ok, you make a point" she agrees,

"And aren't I your sister, so you know I will eventually tell you. And even if she doesn't want me to, you know I'll get her to tell you herself" you tell her,

“.......Ok yes, your right again" she sighs in defeat,

"So just rest, relax, she's safe, and I'll call you tomorrow" you say,

“......Ok fine, I'll try to relax...." she replies,

"Talia?" you also again,

"What?" she inquires,

"Breathe, she's safe, get some sleep" you tell her knowingly,

"Fine, ok, I'm relaxing" she admits,

“Also, don’t call my daughter a bitch. Only I get to do that” Talia jokes,

“Hey I get to call her whatever I damn well please when she is being a god damn cockblock” you say laugh with her,

"Goodnight Ms. O’Brien” you say smiling,

"Goodnight Ms. Posey" she says back while you hear the smile then she hangs up as do you and walk back upstairs.

As I walk up the stairs, I see my pictures on the wall and reminisce about my life up to this point. I see the guest door still open, so I walk over and cheek on Cordy, who seems to be fast asleep with her wet shirt hanging of the green hamper. I quietly go over and push the shirt in the hamper then move to Cordy’s side.

“How mad was Mom?” Cordy asks sleepy with her eyes still closed,

“She was just worried is all. We’ll call her in the morning after we talk. Have a good rest Cordy, see you in the A.M.” you say giving her a kiss on her forehead, leaning back to pull the blanket up a bit before getting up to the door.

Turning to make one last look at your beautiful goddaughter, you shut the light off and close the door most of the way leaving a little bit open so the hallway light peaks in. You walk back to your room, closing the door as quietly as you can.

“Who was it?” your husband asks you as you walk back over to your side of the bed, taking off your robe as you place it on the little hook near the window edge,

“It was Cordelia. She is staying in the guest bedroom for the night, no I don’t know why she is here, yes Talia already knows and yes I'm gonna find out tomorrow” you tell him smiling as you lay down, shimmying to get comfy leaving him with his mouth open as you answered all the questions he was just gonna ask.

“How’d you know what I was gonna ask?” he looked so confused,

“It’s cause I know you so well” you say smiling then give him a kiss,

“Why’d you kiss me?” he asks still confused making you giggle,

“Cause you look adorable when you’re confused” you confess making him smirk as he pulls you closer, hovering above you,

“Nuh uh” you say pushing him back up when he leaned down to kiss you,

“What? Why?” he asks,

“Cause my goddaughter is in the house,” you say as a-matter-factly making him groan then he shoots you his infamous puppy dog eyes,

“Hmmmm no please, not the puppy dog eyes” you say trying to not look at him pushing his face away from you,

“Please, look at me” he whines as he grabs hold of your hands and pins them down leaving kisses on your neck and jaw until you finally cave in and look at him.

Your stare at him, looking at his short curly dark brown hair, his pretty dark brown eyes, his slightly crooked jaw as he stares back.

Wow a lot can change in 20 short years, especially since that amazing trip you had taken with your best friend, your sister. For your highschool graduation gift from your families, you were given money to a trip down to L.A. with plane tickets, hotel rooms and shopping money. You dipped into your savings to bump you guys to first class tickets cause your first time on a plane wasn’t gonna be in coach. Spending your days shopping and nights going to bars dancing. Who knew you would be thankful to a couple of pervy jerks, cause without them, you would never have met your husbands.

*flashback*

“We are young and fine. Let’s do some damage” you announce smiling at Talia as you both look over your new outfits. Pleased with yourselves, you walked up to the bar waiting for the bartender to come over. That’s when you feel a hand on your ass as you look down at it, you look back up to see this guy smiling at you. You turn to look at your best friend, she looks at you too as you see an arm around her shoulders.

“Why would two fine ass girls like yourselves be by yourselves?” the one with his arm around your sister asks with a slight slur,

“Yeah, sweetness, how could you be alone?” the one with his hand on your ass asks you,

“We are having a girls night” you satate as you two grab your drinks and walk away from them,

“Well, would you like to dance cupcake?” the guy asked Talia,

“Yeah, baby, let’s dance” the guy ask while trying to snake his arm around your waist putting the hand back to where it is as you share a look with Talia.

“Ahhhh…..we’re good” you both say at the same time, turning to leave whipping your hair at them as you strut away.

You guys finally meet up with your friends who had a VIP table near the dance floor,

“Oh my god! You guys made it!” you hear this squeal and then loud voice before this woman in a bachelorette sash and crown jumping up and down,

“Yeah sorry we’re late. Took someone a long time to get ready” Talia states while shooting you a look,

“Well. I had to look good. And I believe I do” you say twirling showing off your new midnight black Off the Shoulder Tiered Ballgown by Mac Duggal and the loubi red Catchy Two Peep Toe Pump by Christen Louboutin heels. Your simple Ruby square shining on the gold chain that was once your mother’s favourite necklace that was given to her by your dad on their first date. Your (y/h/c) hair in curls styled after your favourite The Vampire Diaries character, Katherine Pierce.

“Do I look otherworldly and threatening?” you smile with your crimson red lips shining making your smokey black eyes pop which only help with your (y/e/c) look more radiant,

“Beautiful, you sure you don't wanna dance?” that guy whose hand was on your ass asks again,

“Excuse you, but we are in the middle of a conversation Einstein” you reply turning your back to him but sadly he just can’t take a hint,

“Fine with me, we can just talk and have a drink before we dance” he says with a slur, walking up behind you before he puts his hand back around your waist,

“Ugh as if” you state as you shove him away from you,

“Uh private party dude!” your friend Kelly says giving him the stink eye,

“Hey no need to get violent bitch” the one who hung around Talia comes up,

“Did I just hear you right? You didn’t just call my sister a bitch?” Talia moves in front of the guy giving him her infamous “please keep talking so I can hit you” scowl, her burgundy Cross Back Satin Jersey Gown by La Femme dress shining off the club’s lights and as she wore her new black Top Lace Peep Toe Louboutin Booties.

“Talia its fine. Let it go. You have only one more anger management class left” you whisper the last part trying to pull her back to your side,

“Yeah I called her a bitch. So what? Y’all just teases.” the guy slurs and then they take off,

“Ugh drunk bastards. Should’a let me punch him” Talia states punching her fist to her hand,

“Yeah but you only have one more class to go to before your done. Thanks though, I would’a let you if he kept it up” you reply laughing a little.

You spent a fair amount of time with your friends drinking and talking about the wedding to come. It was almost perfect before Kelly was begging you guys to sing for her, as it was a known fact with anyone who knew you two, y'all had the voices of angels.

“No, no, no, we aren’t singing tonight. Tonight was supposed to be about you” you say smiling,

“Come on! Please! I love your guys’ voices! It’ll make my night! Think of it as a bachelorette gift to me as I see you two didn’t bring me one!” Kelly pleads, smirking at you,

“You were supposed to get the gift” Talia brings up,

“Well since we are singing at the wedding, I thought our mere presence was enough tonight” you sigh as Kelly gives you puppy dog eyes,

“Fine! Okay! We’ll sing” you yell a little louder then you meant too, then sadly the drunks just happened to be nearby,

“Wow gorgeous can sing?!” the one who liked you stumbled back to you,

“What about you Goddess?” the one Talia wanted to hit asks her,

“Wow you smell like you were dropped in scotch” you state turning your head the other way,

“Why don’t you answer me sexy?” the guy asks getting dangerously close to Talia’s striking range as she continues to ignore him,

“Can you sing for me Princess?” he asks you,

“Still can’t take a….” you were saying until it hit you, you looked at Talia who noticed your look,

“Actually, yeah I can sing you something” you smile while walking away with Talia in tow towards the stage.

You two get up on the stage as you tell her what song y’all be singing, so she can tell the band. You stand on the stage as Talia joins you, handing you a microphone, as you both share a smile. The club goes dark, then the stage lights up as this woman comes on stage in a simple red dress.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, do we have a treat for you. For does that don't know me, my name is Lauren and this is my club. My two very best friends (Y/N) and Talia wish to sing some gentlemen a song. And trust me, these women have the voices of angels so yall should enjoy the show!” Lauren states as some dim lights turn back on in the club as well as two spot lights.

The band starts to play the music, everyone quites down, Kelly and the others are screaming and the two guys have no clue what's about to happen.

“Why am I always hit on by the boys I never like,

I can always see them coming from the left and from the right” you sing after blowing the guys a kiss,

“I don't want to be a priss,

I'm just trying to be polite,

But it always seems to bite me in the-”” Talia sings adding her majestic voice to the song,

“Ask me for my number,

Yeah, you put me on the spot” your voice captivating,

“You think that we should hook-up,

But I think that we should not”

“You had me at hello,

Then you opened up your mouth” Talia sings perfectly,

“And that is when it started going south,

Oh!” you both sang as your voices blended perfectly,

“Get your hands off my hips,

'Fore I punch you in the lips,

Stop your staring at my-,

Hey!

Take a hint take a hint,

No, you can't buy me a drink,

Let me tell you what I think,

I think you could use a mint,

Take a hint take a hint,

T-take a hint take a hint” you sang together in harmony as you moved to stand near the guys, playing with their hair and then Talia hit the one guy in the shoulder as we walked away,

“I guess you still don't get it,

So let's take it from the top” you sang as you sat down near where Kelly and them were sitting as they were dancing,

“You asked me what my sign is,

And I told you it was stop” Talia sang coming to sit with you turning your backs to each other to lean on,

“And if I had a dime for every name that you just dropped” you sang leaning forwards a little,

“You'd be here,

And I'd be on a yacht” you both sang,

“Oh!” you sang as you both stood up,

“Get your hands off my hips,

'Fore I punch you in the lips,

Stop your staring at my-,

Hey!

Take a hint take a hint,

No, you can't buy me a drink,

Let me tell you what I think,

I think you could use a mint,

Take a hint take a hint,

T-take a hint take a hint” your voices sang out of the speakers as people were dancing to the beat and you two moved about the club,

“What about "No"

Don't you get” you sang as you two made it back to each other as you came closer to the two guys who were still up front near the stage,

“So go and tell your friends” Talia sang as she shoved the one guy,

“I'm not really interested” you both stood in front of the guys,

“It's about time that you're leavin'” you sang giving him a dismissive wave,

“I'm gonna count to three and” Talia picked up pointing at the one guy,

“Open my eyes,

And you'll be gone” you both sang as you walked around them,

“One” Talia sang as she pointed at the guy,

“Get your hands off my-” you sang as you slapped his hand away from grabbing your ass,,

“Two” Talia sang as she pointed two fingers now,

 “Or I'll punch you in the-” you sang as you got in his face,

“Three” Talia now pointing three fingers at him,

“Stop your staring at my-” you sang as you shoved him away,

“Hey!

Take a hint take a hint,

I am not your missing link,

Let me tell you what I think,

I think you could use a mint,

Take a hint take a hint,

Take a hit take a hint,

Whoa…,

Get your hands off my hips,

'Fore I punch you in the lips,

Stop your staring at my-

Hey!

Take a hint take a hint,

T-take a hint take a hint!” you both sang as you moved back to walk on the stage as everyone was dancing and grooving to your guys voices.

As the song comes to an end, everyone stands up and cheers for you guys and some boos at the two guys who walked away in embarrassment. You and Talia laugh and smile as you take a bow as Lauren comes back onto stage,

“Oh my god. That was an amazing, who else agrees?” she asks the crowd who yells in agreement as we make our way back to Kelly and our friends,

“Wow you guys were amazing thanks!” Kelly screams in delight as she hugs us as the DJ continues his music.

We continued drinking and laughing for another 40 minutes until we were rudely interrupted by those same drunk guys.

“Hey!” the one who had liked Talia yelled as we all stopped talking to look at him and his friends,

“That wasn’t cool that y’all dissed us like that” the one who kept putting his hand on your ass said looking pissed,

“Well look who sobered up a little” you said smirking making Talia giggle which only made him more angry,

“You btichs need to learn some respect!” the one who liked Talia yelled giving you a dirty look,

“Excuse me? And who the hell gonna do that? You?” Talia asked while putting her hands on her hips giving them a dismissive look,

“Yeah us!” the one who liked you yelled, as at the moment everyone was watching the scene unfold,

“Me gustaría verte probar idiota (I would like to see you try idiot)” you state smiling as the Spanish came out fluently,

“What you say hoe?” the one who liked Talia asks confused,

“What? Don’t know Spanish? ¡Tú, cerdo sin cultura espeluznante!” (You, creepy uncultured swine!)” Talia replies moving her right foot backwards a little making a Charlie's Angels ass kicking pose which only you notice,

“Well sorry we didn’t know we were hitting on some putas” the one who liked Talia states smiling like he just won some verbal argument as his friends laugh,

“Wow how original, take long for you to come up with that?” you say rolling your eyes,

“Such a comeback, hope you didn’t have to dig deep in that shallow pool of witty one liners” Talia says as you two laugh at them which only angered them more as everyone else laughs as well.

In a flash second, they started to come at you two so you and Talia were already to defend yourselves when two figures come out of nowhere and punched the two drunks. You and Talia are shocked and a little disappointed you didn’t get to kick their asses yourselves. As the two guys turned around shaking their hands they used to punch is when you let out the loudest squeal you were sure it had to be someone else who did it. Making everyone look at you as you covered your face as it turned red from embarrassment trying to calm yourself down. Talia was shocked silent lost in her head as the two guys walked up to you two smiling at your reaction. As it was with a lot of things between you and your self-proclaimed sister, you showed your fan girl side very clearly while very calm on the inside while she was the exact opposite. One of the things you hated her for, especially in moments like this one where you met your favourite actors.

“Hi, sorry to intervene but I hate assholes” Tyler Posey says as he sends you guys his crooked smile making you squeal a little more as you take a deep breathe,

“Yeah, especially if they are sexist too” Dylan O’Brien adds smiling as you turn to look at Talia who was still frozen looking cool, so you poke her side and just like that she is able to talk,

“Yes thanks you guys. But it was unnecessary, we could’a handled it ourselves” Talia says like she’s talking to some guy and not her movie crush,

“Yeah dealing with those guys who have been a little fun actually, been too long since we had a good fight” you finally say smirking as you look at Tyler crossing your right arm over your stomach, sticking your chest out a bit more while slightly pushing your boobs up a little all while playing with the ends of your long hair with your left hand making sure the ends keep falling to your cleavage* (... classy, Y/N … very classy of yourself),

“Uh yeah, we haven’t introduced ourselves…” Tyler says but Talia cuts him off,

“Yeah we know who you are Tyler, we are fans actually. We love Teen Wolf” she says stretching her hand out, Dylan immediately grabs it before Tyler,

“Talia Knight” Talia states with her killer smile,

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman” Dylan says giving Talia’s hand a kiss,

“And I’m (Y/N) West, enchanté” you extant your hand to Tyler which he takes and kisses which make you blush,

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” Tyler says smiling,

“Ohhh Shakespeare. I love a cultured man” you say standing closer to him,

“Would you like to have a drink with us?” Dylan asks as Talia and you share a look,

“Sure, we’d love to” Talia replies as we walk with them back to the bar.

Then you both realize the two guys had gotten up and tried to run at you four but sadly for them Talia and you were amazing martial artists. You kicked your left leg while Talia raised her right and you both roundhouse kicked the two backwards a little. You both ran up and kneed the guys in the stomach then flipped them over your shoulders. They stood up and lunged at you two only for you to elbow him in the ribs hard and kick his foot out from underneath him. Talia had decided to use her pam to hit the guy in the nose and grab his arm to force him onto the ground kneeling on him. You walked over and put a heel on the one guys’ chest as you applied pressure on his ribs.

“The next time you decide to attack a women, don’t” you state while you add a little more pressure causing the guy to squeal in pain,

“Show some respect also” twisting his hand causing her guy to yell,

“Woah” Tyler says in amazement as he watches you,

“I think I’m in love” Dylan says blushing afterwards,

“Promise us you won’t do this again?” you ask,

“Ok” the one underneath Talia says,

“What? I didn’t hear you!” Talia says twisting his hand again,

“Ahhh! Alright! Yes we promise!” the guy yells in pain as we let them get up,

“Good, now we don’t want to have this conversation again!” Talia says pointing her finger at them as she brushes off her dress like there was dust,

“I very much don’t like to get very unladylike” you say fixing your hair then sticking your nose in the air while strutting back over to Tyler and Dylan.

Talia and you had spent the rest of the night drinking with Dylan and Tyler, eventually joining your friends with them in tow. As luck would have it, you hit it off with Tyler while Talia did with Dylan, resulting in both of you taking the guys back to your hotel rooms. Besides a very heated moment, all you and Tyler did was watch movies and play card games while getting to know each other. Well, as far as you would tell that’s all that happened though you never say how far you went. For Talia on the other hand, from the bedhead look and last night’s make-up on her face wasn’t enough evidence, the fact she answered her door wrapped in a sheet to get her coffee from you in the morning was. While that and seeing Dylan come out from the bathroom in his boxers and seeing the bed all messed up were also key points in your deduction. You left the two bunnies alone to go back to your room as you just wanted to drop off Starbucks.

The rest of the trip was spent been shown L.A. by Tyler and Dylan, as you grew closer with Tyler while Dylan grew closer with Talia. But sadly it was time to head back home and away from Tyler and L.A. and the shops. At the airport, Tyler revealed that he had grown so close to you over the short time and wanted to continue to talk. After months of texting and calls and Facebook messages, Tyler had asked you to be his official girlfriend. And a year after that, the world blew up as Tyler revealed you as his girlfriend at the San Diego Comic Con on July 21, 2016. And it has been a fairy tale ever since and eventually Tyler had proposed to you on your 25th birthday. And then married on your mom’s birthday a year after on July 25th. And now living in your guys’ house you bought together and fixed up to be your dream house.

Talia and Dylan’s relationship grew fast and they just fit so well together it wasn’t shocking. Talia was made for the spotlight, as they didn’t hide their relationship from the press as she tagged along to all of his events. She seemed to help him a lot after his accident in 2016 during a dark period of his life. A year later, Talia had become easily pissed and over emotional and had weird cravings. Until it clicked for you that she may be pregnant and bought a test to be sure which became a small fight between you two. Until she came to you crying as she held the test showing positive in the middle of the night. You were able to calm her, even get her to tell Dylan, which he was thrilled for and immediately proposed to her afterwards. They soon shared their news with their families and friends and then the world at the premiere of American Assassin. Which lead to you becoming the godmother to Cordelia Nicole Katherine O’Brien while Tyler was the godfather.

*flashback ends*

As we lay there, I slowly trace his face with my fingers as I am lost in memories of how we met and slowly became the couple we are now. While I continue to look at him, he begins to grin at me, as he looks confused,

“Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks as he moves closer,

“I was just thinking of how we meet. How we started as friends and grew into us. How you were amazed with my ability to defend myself” you smile trying to move up but he just pulls you under him climbing on top, pinning you to the bed,

“Oh, I remember that. You kicked that guys ass! It kinda scared me a little. Had to put in a mental note not to piss you off…...or scare you after that one time” Tyler says laughing a little,

“Well that was entirely your fault! You should never have sneaked up on me when I thought I was home alone!” you defend yourself remembering when you got back to your guys’ house.

You knew you didn’t have to have that little time of moving into an apartment together with Tyler like any ex-boyfriend of yours. You and Tyler clicked easily, even your Mom saw it when he was able to visit you and as well his parents. So when it came time to move in together, you proposed that you guys get a house instead, as you knew he was it for you. You guys bought a nice Old Victorian style house in L.A. so he could be close to the studios. It kinda scared you to be away from everyone you knew but you did cause you loved Tyler. So one time you bought groceries after work, you came home when you thought Tyler was returning the next day. But Tyler had been able to get off earlier and returned sooner, he wanted to surprise you…..and he did. It was around 8 p.m. when you finally get home, you had just walked into the kitchen and put down the groceries on the counter when you felt a presence behind you. Quickly getting into action you elbowed the person in the stomach as they came up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder. Then you grabbed their right hand and flipped them over your shoulder and quickly dropping onto your knees on their back. Then grabbed their hands and began to twist it when you finally realized heard your name and who it was.

“That hurt you know” Tyler whined and pouted as you giggled,

“What? Did I hurt here?” you giggle while poking his ribs tickling him as he tried to squirm away,

“Or here?” you continued to attack him as he laughed and then quickly grabbed your hands,

“Tyler....no....No!" you say a bit loudly as he tickled you.

Then he stopped and put a finger on your lips, shushing you as a thought came across his face then a mischievous smirk,

"You know....if your quiet for once....we can still ...continue from earlier" he bends down to kiss your neck’s sweet spot between each thought.

You lightly moan closing your eyes you slowly move your hands up along his back until you curl them into his hair as one of his hands slowly goes between you two and rubs between your legs over your shorts,

"Tyler please...that’s cruel", he just grins as then he slowly takes off your Chanel Emerald green silk-lace PJ shorts,

"Please what?" he questions like he wasn’t just trying to turn you on.

You slap him, and use your legs to swing him over making you the one top, you look down using your hands to travel down his very muscled chest, outlining his abs,

"You have no idea what you got yourself into" you say with a smirk, taking off your Chanel Emerald silk-lace PJ camisole then grab the red silk sheets and pulling them over you guys.

You kiss him roughly showing all the passion and love between you guys as he grabs your hips. You slowly begin to grind down on him feeling as you feel he is already ready to go as apparent to the bulge that you feel. He quickly leans up with you as you help him remove his Under Armor black shorts then he flips you guys again. He kisses you when he lines himself up and pushes he is fully in making you gasp. You both begin a rhythm slowly pushing each other to your edge, as you both claw at each other’s bodies.

You continue to moan as he assaults your body with kisses, leaving hickies all over which you never care to hide. He continues to change his pace, then he helps bring your legs around his waist so he gets deeper into you. Your moans kept growing louder and more frequent as he tries to kiss you to keep you from waking up your house guest. Wanting more, you slightly push on his chest, as he leans up, you motion to move your legs to his shoulders which he helps with. As you are almost folded in half, he pushes back in, you scream out in passion as he groans loud also feeling how tight you were. He kept slowly raising his pace as he kept hitting your g-spot, you tried to not scream too loudly. You hands clawed at his back leaving bloody scratches up and down his back as he grabbed the bed to steady himself.

You felt the familiar tingle began to slowly grow in your stomach as you realized he started to get sloppy signaling he was getting close. So you bring his head down and kissed him hard as your moans and groans are muffled. You lean your head back as you look at him, he stares into your eyes as you signal you are close. He understands without being told and goes faster then he was and moved so he kept hitting you in the right spot. You start to bunch the sheets in your hands as you feel slowly began to engulf you. Then like being woken up by a bucket of cold water, your orgasim hits you as you let out the loudest scream. He continues to pump into you riding out your high as he suddenly stops and you feel the warmth of him filling you.

He pulls out and goes into the bathroom to grab a warm cloth as you come down from your high. He returns all cleaned up, as you look at him, slightly giggle as you see his dick swing with his steps. He comes up and starts to clean you up but as your still a little sensitive so you moan a little as you grab his hand. He just smiles and continues cleaning then goes to though the cloth in the laundry basket as he returns to you. He helps you put on your shorts and camisole as you were tired out, he puts on his shorts and lays down next to you. Pulling you close to him as you put your head on his chest and fall asleep as he runs his hand through your hair.

You wake up in the morning happily as you stretch sitting up looking to see Tyler still asleep with his hair sticking up all over the place. Deciding to have a shower, you lean over and kiss Tyler on the cheek before getting out of bed grabbing your robe. You grab your cell from the side table unplugging it from the charger, you walk in your master bathroom. Turning on the shower to the right temperature, you walk back over to the counter while picking out your playlist for this morning. You pick out your Shakira playlist, starting with “Hips Don't Lie” ft. Wyclef Jean as you take off your robe and PJs.

As you hop in, you sing along with the song as you start to shampoo your hair with your Herbal Essences Body Envy Volumizing Shampoo with Citrus Essences. You are so into the song you don’t realize Tyler had woken up and had come into the bathroom until you hear him giggle.

“Tyler! What the hell are you doing?” you ask picking out from the curtain as you see him urinating into the toilet,

“Well, what do you think I’m doing?” he asks smuggly,

“That’s just gross you know, couldn’t have waited until I was done?” you ask closing the curtain again,

“Well then I couldn’t do this” Tyler states as you were gonna ask what, he had hopped in the shower making you squeal in surprise,

“Tyler!” you giggle as he wraps his arms around you giving your neck a kiss,

“Morning baby” Tyler says continually kissing up and down your neck and shoulder making you moan slightly.

You turn around and pull his head down to kiss him as you back up hitting the tile wall then he grabs your ass. Signaling for you to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist as you feel he is already to continue what you did last night. Never surprised as you both had a healthy sex drive and when its as amazing as it is between you two, who could blame you. He lines up and slams into you while still kissing you which muffles the loud moan that would have come out. Using his shoulders, you help him pump into you lifting yourself up and drop onto him which makes him groan.

As he keeps thrusting into you hitting your g-spot over and over, he remarks the same hickies all over your neck and shoulders. You know you aren’t gonna be able to hide the now very dark hickies even with your darkest concealer, though you never hide them anyways. You bump your head on the tile as you orgagasm builds in your stomach, moaning as loud you were last night. You know you are close, so you kiss him harder and look at him, as he understands your look he picks up his pace going faster. Then just as suddenly like last night, your earth shattering orgasim hits you hard and fast making you scream his name and curl your toes.

Tyler helps you ride out your high as he soon joins you too, his face contouring in ecstasy as he slows to a stop. Letting you down on your feet, he keeps a hold on your hips to stead you. Then he starts to rinse your hair shampoo and helps put in the conditioner which makes you smile. Then he happily helps you put on the Rose-Lavender body wash all over taking his time. You watch as he runs his hands all down your backside, then turns you around to come up the front. You bit your bottom lip when he painfully takes his time making sure he covered in between your legs. Then he finally comes up and kisses you again pushing you under the water, rinse the conditioner out of your hair. As you were done, you kissed him back pushing him against the wall as your hands travel down his chest to his stomach, to his abdomen and finally what you were looking for. He groans as you slowly pump him, but then he quickly felt cold and opens his eyes to see you hopping out and drying yourself off with a towel.

“That’s cold baby, real cold” Tyler whines as you finally look at him,

“Well, I was done. Luvs” you smile blowing him a kiss as you walk out into your room with a Maleficent laugh.

You dig through the closet wondering what to wear, finally deciding on a your favourite Wine Red Gucci suit. The blouse open enough to show just enough cleavage to be sexy and not slutty. The jacket is left open as you put on the matching mini skirt that came up to your mid-thigh. Choosing a pair of Red Louboutin pumps that have become your favourite. Deciding to use a simple red lipstick with shiny lip gloss with a smokey cat eye shadow.

You head on down and start making breakfast, deciding on a simple breakfast; scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns and rice. You hear footsteps come down as you just finished cooking, starting to put plates on the cherry wood table.

"Well good morning Cordy, good sleep?" you ask smiling as she starts laughing,

"It was okay....probably not as good as yours" she says the last part under her breathe with a giggle but you still hear her,

"Oh my god! You heard us last night?!" you ask as she doesn’t hide her laugh,

"You’re not exactly quite Aunty" she answers as you shake your head, starting to put hash browns, bacon, rice and scrambled eggs on the table,

"If it makes you feel better, you tried. It must have been around the end when you started to get loud. I heard something before....but after yeah, didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was happening" she giggled,

"Girl shut up and eat your breakfast" you order as you put food on a plate handing her it, she looks at me in fake hurt,

"Well I’m not saying sorry for sleeping with my husband, your the one who came knocking on my door at 3 a.m." I tell her as you smile sitting down taking a drink from your orange juice, she takes it giggling when Tyler comes down, wearing black t-shirt, tight dark jeans and white Nike sneakers,

"Morning girls", he walks over to kiss you then grabs his cup of coffee already waiting for him,

"Morning Uncle Tyler, heard you had fun last night?" Cordy giggles as Tyler looks at her in shock then back to you and then you glare at her,

"You told her?" Tyler asks you,

"Excuse me, she heard US! I wanted to sleep after she got hear, your the one who wanted to continue!" you slightly yell at him as he just laughs,

"Well, I'm  sorry honey, your just too irresistible" he says giving you a kiss again,

"Ugh get a room" Cordy says then I send her a glare,

"Oh just eat your breakfast, brat" you demand as Tyler laughs, gives you another kiss then grabs his to go cup, already full, then kisses you again.

You smack his ass as he turns to leave for work as Cordy makes a gagging sound,

"K, well I'll see you later, and Cordy, such a pleasure as always" he waves at you guys as he heads to the front door, he opens it to see Talia standing there,

"Oh Talia, good morning, gotta go, late, he gives Talia a hug then leaves as you enter, closing the door and walking into the kitchen, sitting down with Cordy and you.

I just drink my orange juice as Cordy continues eating trying to not talk,

"Well, are you going to explain why I got a call saying my daughter left after an argument with her best friend at 2 in the morning?" Talia asks her daughter, Cordy just gulps,

"Cordelia, you better answer me!" Talia yells letting her worry slip out,

"Talia, give her a minute, she just woke up" you state as Talia glares at you,

"Don't you tell me how to act with my daughter!" Talia states as Cordy just looks at Talia, then you, and finally after a few minutes says,

"Me and Ali had a fight" Cordy explains as she looks down at her plate,

"About what?" Talia asks as you just take a drink and Cordy didn’t say anything,

"Cordelia Nicole Katherine David you better tell me!" Talia demands as you kick her under the table, Talia glares at you as you shake your head.

You take another drink from your orange juice as Talia breathes loudly, and decides to just wait for Cordy to tell you guys.

So after a few long ass minutes of waiting, Cordy finally says,

"Ali and me had a fight about her boyfriend Tyler, I found out that he had hooked up with this college girl last week at some party he went to from one of our friends who went to that party, so I told Ali and we started to argue, and she said I was jealous of her and how I'm a bitch for trying to ruin her relationship, and called me a hoe cause I just wanted him to myself" Cordy started to cry as she recalled what transpired last night,

"So I left her place and I didn't know where to go, and I just started to run, and I ended up here last night, I'm sorry I didn't just go home!" Cordy explains crying as Talia gets up and walks over to hug her,

"Oh my baby, it's ok, it's gonna be fine" Talia says with her motherly tone as you shake your head in agreement,

"Girl, it's ok if you wanna come hear, my door is always open, just call a head if you can next time" you say while Talia shoots you a glare as Cordy just laughs,

"Woman calm down, she knows I'm joking, besides this fight between you and Ali, it's gonna be ok" you say as Talia sits back down and Cordy laughs some more as she stops crying,

"Thanks I know" Cordy says wiping her face,

"You know you can always come home too" Talia adds,

"Yes Mom, I will next time" Cordy says smiling at her mom,

"There better not be a next time!" Talia says with all her motherly tone,

"T, calm down, you know life has a way of messing up" you say waving your best friend off taking another sip of your coffee,

"What do I do about Ali?" Cordy asks you two,

"Give her some time, she'll see that your right, she'll come around, this isn't the first time a best friend found out her bff's bf had cheated on her" you state like it’s a well known fact,

"Yeah how would you know?" Cordy said snarky,

"Well we survived it" you say as Talia shoots you a glare,

"What?! Who was it?!?" Cordy shot up from being in a slouched position looking between the two of you,

"Well it was me, my then boyfriend Jake, your Momma, my god when she found out" you laugh at the memories,

"What she do?!?" Cordy asks excited looking at Talia as she blushed,

"I overheard this bitch Janice, she was annoying, everyone in our college hated her, I was in the washroom when she came in, bragging that she slept with Jake the night before, saying how she finally gotten one over (Y/N), I came flying out of that stale, I slapped her, called her a slut and went to leave like a lady" Talia explains as Cordy looks shocked and you laugh,

"That's not all you did!" you laugh as Cordy asked,

"What? There's more!" as Talia gave you another glare,

"Janice came up and started to pull my hair, pushing me into the hallway, so I elbowed her in her stomach, until she let go, spun around and started to punch her, gave her some nice black eyes to match her make-up!" Talia said proudly,

"No way!!!!" Cordy jumped up in her seat,

"That's not what I was talking about" you say smiling as Talia sends another glare at you,

"(Y/N) keep your mouth shut" Talia points her finger at you,

"What else did Momma do? Come on please! Tell me! It helps me feel like I can get over this with Ali!" Cordy pouts at you two,

"Your Momma after that ordeal, went after Jake, stormed onto the field in the middle of a football game, went up to Jake, when he took off his helmet to ask her something, she slapped him, then pushed him down and started to pound into him, took 4 guys to get her off him" you explain laughing,

"No way! Momma is that true?" Cordy asks as Talia smiles a little,

"Yeah it's all true, I gave him and that slut hell for messing with my sister" Talia states proudly,

"Why did you not mention it before?" Cordy asks,

"Cause it wasn't my best shining moments" Talia says as you shake your head,

"Talia, that's a load of BS! You stood up for me! That's one of the reasons why I love you, even though you were suspended for a week for it" Talia and you laugh as Cordy looks confused,

"wait, how does that relate to my issue with Ali?" Cordy asks,

"Well shit, she was paying attention" you say shaking your head then Talia and you share a look,

"Well this one is all you sis" you say getting up as Talia tries to grab your arm,

"(Y/N) don't you leave me to explain this! (Y/N)!" Talia yells as you slink out the back door and you give Talia a wink before you close the door.

Cordy just looks at Talia confused as she sighs,

"Ok, I'm gonna tell you a story that doesn't paint me in a bright light" Talia states and Cordy just nods,

"Now, I wasn't thinking in my right mind, ok remember that!" Talia explains as Cordy just nods waiting patiently,

"Well way back, in our freshman year of college, I was dating an old friend of (Y/N) and mine, Jason was (Y/N)’s childhood friend, the closet guy friend she had at the time, we all went to high school together, I started to get close with Jason in the summer before college, now I never intended anything between us, I knew in highschool (Y/N) had a crush on him, I knew she was trying to get over it in our senior year, and she left in the summer to fully get over it, but one thing lead to another, and so we started to date" Talia says recalling those memories,

“Bitch please, you were all hot for Jason!” you yell into the house as Cordy laughs,

“Shut up and let me talk!” Talia yells back,

"....And?" Cordy asks impatiently,

"Well it was after Christmas break, at the New Year's Party, that (Y/N) came to me, she was crying, she finally calmed down, after we found a spot so we could hear each other, she told me that when she was away on Christmas vacation, she had caught Jason cheating on me with some other girl, and that wasn't the worst part, I asked how it could be worse, she said Jason kissed her to try to get her to not tell me, saying how he knew (Y/N) liked him and hoped she would take the offer, (Y/N) said she slapped him, told him to go to hell and punched him” Talia continues,

“Bitch you should’ve thanked me!” you kept adding your comments,

“Get in here and tell the story or shut up!” Talia yells then waits for your reply,

“Ok I’m keeping my mouth shut!” you reply,

“Still sounds like words to me!” Talia yells,

“So?” Talia asks you but you stay quiet,

“Good, now stay that way! Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, I was spiraling from what she told me, and that she was crying like a baby, only told me that she wasn't lying, I was furious, I was angry and hurt and I just boiled over right there, sadly since she was the one standing in front of me, (Y/N) got the full force of my anger, I yelled at her, hit her, throw things at her, I was a complete bitch to her..." Talia says as those horrible moments came flashing back while Cordy cut her off by getting up,

"You did what?! Mom, why?" Corsy asks as Talia tried to say something but Cordy just went to the back door, turned to look back at you,

"How could you to Aunty (Y/N)?!" she says as she slams the door making you look at her,

"Hey! Don't go slamming doors in my house!" you yell as she just comes and sits down on the wooden chair next to you, the red painted chairs you had sitting on the porch,

"But what Mom did to you of all people..." Cordy starts but you cut her off by raising your hand up,

"Don't you dare talk about your Momma like that, she's your Momma, now where did you two leave off in the story?" you ask as she thinks for a minute,

"You just told her about Jason and what he did and tried too with you” Cordy explains as you nod your head,

"Well, yes, your Momma did yell at me, threw things at me, hit me, but in her defense, this bitch Klaire, had gotten in her head saying how I wanted Jason back, and when I told her about what happened, it just boiled over, I left her after she stopped, we didn't talk again until she tracked me down at school on the first Friday back, she told me she confronted Jason, he admitted to everything, I literally said told you so, she slapped my shoulder, that was one of the longest times we went without talking with each other, we talked some more over ice capps, we eventually buried the hatchet, and we became stronger then ever, it's no mistake we have had fights throughout our friendship, some silly, some serious, some that even almost broke us apart, but we spent so much time together, that it would have been a shame to throw it all away, so as long as one of you keep fighting, your friendship is gonna survive this, maybe even become stronger" you tell Cordy who nods and gets up to give you a hug,

"Now why don't you go and apologize to your Momma.....before she kills me for allowing you to stay last night?" you pout as Cordy smiles and laughs,

"Ok Aunty, I'll go safe your but" she says getting up, you get up and shove her a little as you both laugh as you enter the house.

Then we see Ali standing near the front door by Talia looking like she heard someone had died,

"Well well, Alison Roden. Why don't you girls talk while me and T sit outside" you state looking at Talia, you two share a look, then out the back and sit down in the lounge chairs drinking your coffee when Talia threw a pillow at me,

"What was that?" you ask Talia,

"You had sex while my daughter was in the house!" Talia yells at you,

"Wha? How did you know?" you ask in shock as Talia laughs,

"Cause you have your "I had sex smile" on this morning” Talia tells you,

"Oh, well sorry, my man is just too sexy to not sleep with, besides, I thought we were quiet" you explain as Talia looks horrified,

"She heard you!" Talia yells,

"Yeah, we were quiet at first.....then I guess towards the end....she heard us" you say nonchalantly as you two laugh, and sit in silence for a while,

"It's either going well or we are gonna need my shovel" you say making Talia and you laugh as Cordy comes out, we take a look at her then look at each other,

"Damn, I need to get my shovel don't I?" you ask her making her laugh as she says,

"No Aunty, me and Ali are ok now, we are going to the mall now so loves!" she explains turning to leave and slams the door as Talia yells,

"Well love you too honey" you laugh while Talia looks at you confused, shaking your head,

"Isn't it Friday?" you ask as Talia checks her phone,

"Hey Cordy get your ass to school!" Talia tries to get up and run after her,

"Oh T, let them go, it's one day out of their senior years in highschool, it's not like she can't afford it, they are smart girls, straight A's, though where Cordy probably gets it from her dad" you say smugly as Talia throws another pillow at you,

"Besides. It's not like we didn't skip a few days in our senior years" you state as you two laugh back at the memories.

Talia sits back down, and you two just watch the birds sing in my willow trees in the backyard remembering all the memories of your friendship. All the good, the bad, the funny, the serious, the horrible and unforgettable. You two have been through a lot together, through heaven and hell, times of peace and war much like your guys’ favourite BFFs form Gossip Girl, Blair and Serena. But in the end you always had each other’s back in times of need, especially when you lost your Mom, as much as Tyler was there for you, only Talia could’ve gotten to you through your walls of sadness and depression. Only true friendships can overcome anything that life thoroughs their way to 

“If you had a friend you knew you’d never see again, what would you say? If you could do one last thing for someone you love, what would it be? Say it, do it, don’t wait. Nothing lasts forever.” ~ One Tree Hill

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HOW to get motivated to workout!

I used to be that girl that would loathe the thought of exercising. “At least I thought about working out today” I would say to myself to make me feel less guilty as I dove into a bag of m&ms. Sure, I still get those days where I’m tired & I talk myself out of a workout. But the way I view exercising has completely changed – I’d love to share with you how I get motivated to workout!

1. SET YOURSELF UP FOR SUCCESS

For me, the worst thing is when I arrive at the location of my workout (the gym, the park, etc.) and realize I forgot my hat or hair elastic. Then continue to try and run whilst eating my hair.. which is not the most enjoyable feeling. Make sure you get all the things ready prior to heading out the door that can make you have the most enjoyable workout possible.

Make yourself a checklist (whether its a mental checklist or a list in your phone!) – if you read further on, I made a list of all my gym bag essentials – but at the very least just make sure your clothes are comfy, your shoes aren’t giving  you blisters, your hair is out of your face -then girl, you are good to go!

As simple as these things are – they can make all the difference how you feel during and after your workout!

2. PUMP UP THE JAMZ

Listening to music with upbeat, energetic vibes is one of the main things that can pick me up from a slump and inject that lively energy into me and help motivate me to start working out.

My fave genres of music to workout to are Hip-Hop & EDM – but really anything with a fast paced, powerful sound to it can get me going! Keep yourself a specific playlist for the gym so that you can relate those songs to feeling strong every time you go for a workout! Constantly updating your workout playlist with newer songs can help inspire you to get that booty moving!

3. PRE-WORKOUT

Pre-workout has changed my life – no I’m not a doctor and yes you should consult your GP before implementing any new supplements into your weekly routine. That being said, I’ve done a bit of research on which pre-workout supplements are more natural and less harsh on your body. There’s a few good options out there, but be careful when choosing as there are certain brands that can give you weird side effects such as itchiness. I’m pretty sensitive, so I usually only use half a scoop of pre-workout on days I’m feeling really run down. It gives me mental focus and an energy boost to ensure I have a great, sweaty workout.

However when I say pre-workout, I don’t just mean supplements.. stretching & what you eat before exercising & how long you wait after a big meal can affect your workout. I find I feel better exercising when I’m a little bit hungry (but not starving because obviously you don’t want to feel faintish!) and have had a very light meal or a smoothie at LEAST an hour before hitting the gym.

If you’re not keen on pre-work out and need a slight pick me up – ice coffee or green coffee bean extract is my other fave options! (Did you know some of the Starbucks Refresher drinks have green coffee extract in them – such as the Mango Dragonfruit Refresher.. now I’m not saying you should go indulge in a super sugary drink before being all healthy & exercising.. but yahknow.. sometimes it just does the trick for me!). Just make sure you’re drinking plenty of water before, during & afteryour workout!

4. MAKE A PLAN

When I first started working out, I really only liked to go on the elliptical and a few other machines that I felt comfortable using – mainly because I was insecure. But having only those few exercises to do really limited my productivity and time spent working out. It took me a while to try some different mat exercises and machines at the gym – but once I did I found a routine that worked for me.

It’s always good to change up your workout so I try to always incorporate my favourite exercises as well always trying out new ones. I like to write down in the notes app on my phone my favourite workout routine’s and sets – that way I can quickly glance at it beforehand.

Don’t be embarrassed – I remember the first time I did hip thrusts at the gym I couldn’t help but feel like everyone was looking at me like a weirdo. But now I don’t even think twice when I do them and they are my favourite move to incorporate into every gym sesh.

Be confident with any exercise that you do. Remember that everyone is at a different stage in their health & fitness journey – never compare yourself to the person next to you!

5. TREAT  YO SELF

Go buy yourself some cute as heck workout gear. As I mentioned before – make sure it’s comfy. The worst thing is climbing the stair stepper just to have your pants constantly falling down on you, or your sports bra isn’t tight enough which can really make the boobehs sore. That’s a no from me dawg.

If you buy yourself a cute outfit that makes you feel good in – it makes it easier to want to put it on, workout & feel confident! Go buy yourself a water bottle you love drinking from (maybe even with a pretty colour/print on it to make you feel cute!!).

Also, having a proper gym bag is so important! I honestly don’t know what I was doing with my life before I got one. I keep almost everything in my gym bag & DAMN does it ever help me feel prepared!

Heres a list of handy things to keep in your gym bag:

protein bars

make up wipes/baby wipes

body spray (for after my workout ONLY – the worst thing is trying to breathe heavily during your exersize and the person next to you has strong perfume on..)

hair elastics,

extra work out clothes / hat

mini dry shampoo & hairbrush

extra headphones

water bottle

deodorant

towel

lock for locker

resistance bands

5. JUST GO

Just put on your workout clothes. As soon as you can – even if you’re not about to do your workout right away. Changing into a workout outfit is a simple thing to do – and makes it harder later on to talk yourself out of working out if you’re already dressed for the occasion!

Also try not to THINK about working out – if you can just drive to the gym or take those first steps outside for a run – that is all you need to begin. Sometimes even convincing yourself to workout is easier when you tell yourself to just go for a quick half an hour, then once you get there you’ll most likely end up staying longer.

Everyday when I wake up in the morning, I have a routine to the point where I don’t have to think about what I need to do (just like making coffee) – I try to do the same thing when I know I need to workout. The less I think about exercising the easier it is to associate it with any other daily ritual and just GO.

. . .

So you might be thinking to yourself,

“Gee Tara, a lot of these tips are ways to improve my workout session but yet I thought this was supposed to be more about how to get my lazy ass off the couch?”

– I strongly believe that being motivated to workout & feeling uplifted during a workout goes hand in hand! The more you associate good rewards in the brain with exercising  – the more likely you are to think positively about it the next time. The more often you enjoy yourself (in any situation in life) – you’ll grow a greater tendency to want that same experience again. Ultimately, it should make exercising feel less like a chore & more like a daily routine and maybe you will even start to look forward to your workouts!

I’ve fallen in love with working out, sweating it out & showing up for myself.  I hope at least one of these tips helps you find some motivation/inspiration for exercising! If you have any other tips you would like to share I would love to hear them!

Remember ; Every day is a chance for redemption ღ

xo

-tara

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[mx-in-words]

Jooheon friends-to-lover!AU.

Fluff, some angst. Kind of smut maybe? Nothing big.

That's my first au so please let me know if you guys liked. Enjoy ♡

~ I'm so soft for this picture shit

So, my english it's not good at all but I will give this shot okay? Sorry anyway

You are a artist in your "free time" and during the day you actually work in yours parent's company, since you did administrative college and the work pay your bills - also, it's not bad at all. It's a tourism company so you just enjoy taking care about the most political things.

It happens that you know Hyungwon because your parent's and his parent's know each other for a looong time, which it's okay for you??? Yeah, hyung it's a nice guy... but you just don't like him that much, not that close friends you know?

It's Friday night, your friends are in your apartment listening some Lo-Fi Playlist while taking about boring stuff of life, broken hearts memorys and how you all love the idea of having a art gallery together. Some of them are plastic artists, some are photographer's , writers and of course, like you, the painters.

The wine and some crazy cocktails with too much vodka were making everyone's take long laughs and blush more than normally.

You just stopped a moment to appreciate your friends.

" hey y/n, wake up lil bitch, can you do this for me?" You shaked your head to pay attention in your friend.

" hm, sorry, what? " you turn completely to her, showing that you're absolutely focusing on her straight away.

" please help me with your friend hyungwon~~~ " she was making the cutest face ever, you rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile. Your thoughts actually came seen both of them as a couple and Yeah, can work quite good... why not?

" sure, but you know his an idol right? The only reason why any of the fans have killed me yet it's because they know that we are like cousins, almost family and we are not THAT close."

She keeps saying how you should help her and you just did it.

After thinking a lot you called hyungwon with a good idea in your head.

" hey sleephead, how are you?" You smile, FaceTiming with the most sleepy boy ever.

" I am a very hard worker miss y/n! I am going to see you in the barbecue in two days, why did you call me?" The fact that his voice was so soft and calm made your heart melt for your friend.

" I am not going to the barbecue... neither are you actually..." " it's that so?" He laugh putting his hands on his mouth

" yes mister, I will tell why!!!! Party at my place, pizza and some snacks, my crazy but very artistic friends anddd your idols friends. What do you think?"

"yes mister, I will tell why!!!! Party at my place, pizza and some snacks, my crazy but very artistic friends anddd your idols friends. What do you think?"

"sounds GReAT! Let's do it but I am bringing the alcohol because literally you are weiiird" he rolled his eyes.

" whatt? What do you mean crackhead?"

" if I put sugar plus sixteen shots of vodka its your perfect drink, but if I gave you a sip of beer you're making the most gross face ever!"

you literally said that you will kill him but he's right. You ended the call, thinking that you know hyungwon for decades but never meet his members.

Of course you knew monsta x, you're not a dumb shit but you never talked to them. Only Wonho, twice, he was in hyungwon bedroom and pick up your call but that's it.

you texted to your friends in the chat group saying about your plan to get hyungwon with your friend, but nothing very pushy... just to give a little hand.

You searched the names of the others members and find yourself having,,, a,,, crush in ... jooheon?

WHO IS HIM OH FUCK HE'S LOOKS GOOD UHUM.

You decided that the best thing you can really do is sleep and let it go. He's an idol, nop, let it go girl...

this two finals days have been very slow but not boring, actually you worked very hard and everything was looking just fine,,, which is strange!!!! But you just thought " yeah maybe life is planning something huh? I can see it coming"

okay, Friday night, you were getting your makeup ready, really soft glam but nothing too big. Dressing a revealing outfit but very comfy also, high waisted ripped jeans with a white cropped and a militar jacket. Your hair was beautiful, just do way you like it and you smile seeing the final result.

your friends were coming and soon hyungwon was in your door, holding a lot of snacks and the drinks. You greet him and two of the members that get in with him: minhyuk and shownu.

Minhyuk was really loud and that matched with your friends just instantly. Shownu was more quiet but he's sweet personality make everyone fell warm around him.

Soon Chankyun, Wonho and Kihyun arrived. Everyone was playing a drinking game and no sign of jooheon. You didn't want to make this weird question because you didn't know him anyway.

The bottle was pointing you and hyungwon.

"So loser, truth or dare?"

" Dare but remember that I have some photos of you before you fixed your eyebrows so be careful"

you were like BiTCh ShUUUt UPPP okay ~~ " yeah yeah chill boy, I dare you to give a kiss IN THE CHEAK CALM DOWN in the two most beautiful girls here"

he let a sign but just smiled, he got up and kissed your cheak - of course since he likes to breath - and OMG YOUR FRIEND OH SHIT IS HAPPENING.

everyone just give them a " uhuhhhh" " nice"

you hear the door and opened very quickly.

" hi, you're y/n right? " and that was it. Your heart just skipped a beat, the most handsome men with the brightest and most beautiful smile in the world was right in front of you.

" yes! Hi, come in, jooheon right?" You give him space to come in. Calm. The. Fuck.down.

every since jooheon got in, the game got more focused in actually make people drink, everyone was wasted in less than two hours.

" hyungwon" Wonho was supposed to ask a true " is it true that you said to us to not even look at y/n BUT if someone was suppose to do that it can only be jooheon?"

you blushed very hard trying to not laugh and jooheon did the same, what on Earth is happening?

" yes but really y/n!!! jooheon and you!!! I always wanted to introduce both of you but I don't want to make things weird." Hyungwon was saying slowly, moving his hands and petting your head like a lil kid.

The night continued and you finded yourself in the kitchen putting more snacks when jooheon was right next to you.

one minute was like hey and other both of you were talking about the music industry and real talents,, like bffs omg.

" yeah like Chris Brown its nice but he's sexist!!! Look, you and your band can't even get a fucking tattoo and guys like him can beat up his girlfriend or some of them can rape woman and everyone still liking them? Unfair to me bro. " you said eating one of the chips.

" yo you are so fucking right! Like wtf he can be good but that's a lot of new good people that will act like Jesus to get one percent of this guys fame" He said very seriously.

you two keep talking until your friends called you in a rush.

everyone was pointing to the roof, where the window was open and you could see hyungwon very close to your friend, FLIRTING AF!!! YOU WERE SO PROUND AND HAPPY.

" wow I think you are a Cupid right? " jooheon smiled at me and we joined to everyone's conversation until 3 am.

when everyone left, jooheon put his hand in your shoulder and asked your number. You give it to him smiling, saying that you will wait for his text.

since that day, everyday that passed you and jooheon became inseparable and you just felt so safe and warm with him.

after four mouths, he became your bestie. No, you didn't tell your feelings because you were afraid!!!! He's too much, you can't!!!

' can I just come over to cuddle with you? Tough day :( ' he texted you. 'Sure dude, doors, my sofa and my arms are open to you.' You texted back.

'on my way little bee' since you called him joohoney or just honey, he started to call you lil bee, it was cute sure thing but made your heart beat faster than normal, what is not actually good.

" heey little bee, I am here" he said closing the door " I brought you Chinese food".

" I can't live without you anymore, you bring me food!" You hugged him but he hugged you tight, for maybe more than just 20 seconds. " hey joohoney, are you okay?"

- he looked at you with tearing eyes, shaking his head in a no. You hold his hand but pushed him to the sofa. You put a blanket on him, brought his food for him, putting in the table in front of him and hugged him inside the blanket.

" you know you can tell me anything right?" I smiled to him, holding his hands.

" y/n " he looked deep in your eyes " please tell me you don't see me only as a friend."

you have no answer. Of course you don't, but what if... You don't want to screw up everything, you don't see yourself without jooheon anymore. Also the fans, the idol life, your busy jobs...

" please look at me and say that you feel the same. Say that you want me too"  he was really close to you, you can feel his slow breath and how good he smells.

fuck it.

you kissed him. You don't know why but you just did it, and giiiiirl it was dawn good.

his lips were smooth, he put his hands in your face to make the kiss more deep but still soft.

you just feel him anywhere everywhere and all you could think is " why did it take so long? I been ready for this kiss since hyungwon get it monsta x"

since you were apart now, jooheon hugged you and whispered in you ear " please be mine, please"

you felt goosebumps and look at him again. You felt his lips on yours once again but this time hungry, with passion and desire. You couldn't stop, we was addictive, like a dream but so much intense.

his hands now were all over your body and he layed you down in the sofa. The make out session was becaming something more. He's volume now was pressing against your sex and you could feel yourself getting more and more wet every kiss and everytime his hands traveled for your body.

" we should stop right now or I will be hard for me to stop, princess" he whispered looking to you breathless.

" please don't stop jooheon" you said that with all your heart, you need him. " I need you".

that was all jooheon need to know. He didn't stop and girl, cof cof the boy IS GOOD.

you slept together cuddling in your sofa, naked and feeling like finally things were right.

in the next day, you woke up and turn over to see jooheon. He was sleeping like an angel, he was so beautiful and that was scary for you, why would he choose you?

" what is going on in this pretty head huh?" He asked slowly opening his eyes and giving you a soft kiss in your forehead.

" nothing, just happy to be with you."

" God, I am waiting for this for so long, don't ever let go, I am really in love with you y/n so please be my girlfriend."

you smiled and nodded, kissing him. " of course, you're my honey boyfriend, and I am in love with you too"

since this day you were a couple.

jooheon was the best boyfriend.

rap battles to see who gets the last slice of pizza.

pillow talk with some chill lo-fi. Deep stuff and the most funniest inside jokes that make you cry for laughing so hard.

sometimes when you open the door for him he just closes the door with you and take you right there ;) " I been thinking about you and your sexy body the hole day, do you know how crazy I am for you?".

trying to cook for you in the dorms but kihyun and minhyuk can't let him live in peace.

watch some classic films with you. Cry in some fluffy scenes and says how grateful he is for having you :').

making you massages in bad days.

but honestly he is so jealous about hyungwon and you. Even tho hyungwon and your friend are dating for longer than you two.

no big deal, he just get like " please give me more attention I love you more than him :( " and it's a big teddy bear uwu.

... part 2 is here.

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[snakuchan]

get to know me tag!

answer these questions then tag people you would like to get to know better!

I was tagged by @13-scoups and I’m going to cry!! We’ve never talked before but somehow you manage to think of me and I’m asjksksskwk ily

nickname: Cindy by my family. Snakallaka chan by my best friend who one day mistyped the shit out of snakuchan and it just stuck. She actually calls me snakallaka chan out loud. In public. Cunt by another dear friend of mine uwu

height: 5 feet and 3 quarters and I will defend those 3 quarters to the grave

time: 11:38 am. I haven’t even eaten anything yet uwu. Just did my uh morning tumblring I guess

fave bands/artists: BTS, Monsta X, Seventeen, NCT, Hyuna, Red Velvet, Twice, Stray Kids, ATEEZ, CLC, Astro, Korn, Lady Gaga, Imagine Dragons, Rihanna, The Offspring, Linkin Park, and SO MUCH MORE

song stuck in my head: Welcome to the School by 4Minute and idek why. I think Spotify just played it while on shuffle and now I gotta replay it a few times a day

last movie I saw: Shazam! I enjoyed it a lot it was cute. A moment. 10/10 recommend

other blogs: nah it’s just snakuchan baby!!

do I get asks: HA no cause I have an embarrassingly small amount of followers. If anything, like 2 from my mutuals ouch

why I chose this username: Actually my best friend, Tati, gave it to me (ya know teh same idiot who calls me snakallaka chan yeah her). I like snakes so snaku and chan because anime. snakuchan was actually my nickname and then it evolved into snakallaka chan. Anyways, I love my dumbass bf

following: 489. I need to go thru them and unfollow inactive blogs and whatnot ahajskdk

what I’m wearing: my uni t-shirt and leggings. am comfy

dream job: Well, I’ve always wanted to study medicine but lately I’ve been debating (and I think I’ll always debate this tbh) if I really have the guts to go through with it or if I should just graduate with a bachelor’s or even master’s degree in biochem and find work. Who knows tho??? I’m only 19 and in my first year and I already hate college UwU

favorite food: CHICKEN. fried chicken. grilled chicken. wings. spicy. honey glazed. arroz con pollo. pollo empanizado. chicken :)

play any instruments: I played clarinet in middle school for two years but I was mediocre at best. Cause let’s be real I was so nervous playing in concerts that I would freeze up and just fake all my notes and my band director COULD TELL. Although I did have fun. I kinda even miss it. I also learned a bit of basic piano in high school but our teacher had to juggle so many responsibilities that she never really taught us so it just became a freebie elective class.

hair color: light-medium brown with some gold highlights and copper. Honestly, my shade depends on the time of year and how much sun I’m getting. She does what she wants in terms of pigment

language you speak: English and Spanish. I grew up in the US though so I understand more Spanish than I can speak it but I can hold myself down. I just get shy cause my grammar’s off sometimes uwu cause Spanish is HARD folks

most iconic song: Crazy by 4Minute. Whenever I need a confidence boost I listen to this absolute timeless bop. Never let 4Minute die. I miss my girls :((

random fact: I‘m pretty good with needles. Like I have no problems donating blood and I actually kinda like seeing and feeling the needle go in what’s wrong with me 

describe yourself in aesthetic things: oof I have a hard time describing myself or even thinking about myself so I’m just gonna go with aesthetics I like. the sky at dawn, city skyline, red lipstick, matching outfits, retro nightclub, soft pink flowers, 50’s diner, mint scented perfumes, driving at night, cold and rainy mornings, gardens, planners, small and quaint but lively towns

I tag @mycandylover0822 (TEH BEST FRIEND UWU 😘) @woozimutual @jjkgcf sorry I literally just do not have enough mutuals and I’d rather shove my foot down my throat then tag someone I barely know nuh uh I’m too shy. Anyways I love you all

#i spent so long on this i had to update the time and everything please love me #im gonna eat before i pass out

[revebedie]

.’*~ ALONE REUNION ~*’.

chapter 3 ~ Room Of Confusions

Summary : Series written by me, it shows up that the reader (me) was being very introvert and a male hater too (aka insecure around them)   ..but sometimes things change when you start recognizing the truth and enjoying it happily ! no matter what !

Characters :  BTS members, TWICE members (except the maknae line), and y/n

Genre : fluff, angst and slight comedy.

Chapter : 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 ,  . . .

ps : sorry, this chapter is a little long but a little thrilling to me when I was writing it, I J-hope you enjoy it as much as I’m gonna enjoy two days off !

Word Count : 3.3k words

    It’s Wednesday..god I love Wednesdays, english classes, being closer to weekends, but they were always full of heavy homeworks, biology, maths and physics, wow, it looks like the word ‘rest’ will never be in my dictionary, never again, just like every semester, the sun was rising softly on our faces, it was like the golden hour moment, we were in our simple light autumn outfits, they were didn’t seem chic or anything more luxurious, they were comfy and neutral, resembling our moods, like sweatpants, baggy jeans, oversized sweaters and shirts, we went to school in our ‘not ready’ look, directing to our class, we were late as hell, looking for the keys, thinking because it was Jeongyeon too, I didn’t get mad at her, she was just playing with us, trying to get our exhausted moods, and I loved her that way, especially when Sana laughed at her actions while Nayeon scolded her, Momo enjoying the show, Jihyo smiling, Mina judging them along the way...good moments, I love my girls, they’re like a precious family to me, always next to each others’ sides, doors were open to the rushing teens, the class was close to be steady as the boys were preparing their stuff and started discussion, the girls sat too and did the same, but there was something strange, ..the class has changed a bit, as the boys in my class were not the same mean boys like yesterday, them who were very bossy and rude every year, no, they were new seven boys who joined this school this year, including the captain of the dance team club, Hoseok, who we met yesterday, was sitting on the desk to my left, Kitty in front of me, good looking boy on my right, and a silent one behind me, I didn’t want get involved in any situations around them, I was so shy that my eyes were stamped on my notebook.and I always knew that if I even get in any of them, I will always get ignored...

    ‘’Good morning !’’ Hoseok who was in a yellow delightful hoodie and grey sweatpants, greeted as if the words were to me, and they were actually meaning me, I froze at how I would answer him, ‘’Good morning, captain !’’ I replied quickly as if it could be heard only once, he let a wide smile draw itself on his face, opening his hand to me, ‘’So, are you new here to this school ?’’ he asked with a soft smile, ‘’No, I’ve been here in this school since last year ’’ I answered normally giving him a handshake, he made a wow look on his face, before a smart looking guy who was carrying two notebooks and a full book, came to Hoseok, ‘’Sorry for this but,.. can I have my pen again ?’’ the guy asked Hoseok, ‘’I told you it’s not me, it’s the little boy !’’ Hoseok whined, the guy furrowed his eyebrows before I turned my face around to look for Jihyo, when she realized me, she waved at me, I waved at her slowly, she was right on the desk next to the boy behind me, I didn’t want to pay attention to their conversation but Hoseok started to introduce ouselves, ‘’Oh, uhm,.. y/n this is Namjoon, the homework leader !’’ Hoseok hyped, ‘’Homework lea-..oh hello, y/n !’’ Namjoon greeted with a smile that made his little dimples appear on his happy face, ‘’Hello !’’ I greeted back before the english teacher came into the class, where he wrote the date, the title of the unit on the white board, opening his teachers book, starting to say his word, ‘’Teacher ?’’ a quiet question was heard from someone, ‘’Yes, student ?’’ , ‘’I just wanted to pass this pen to a friend of mine’’ he continued, I could see Namjoon face palming himself from the corner of my eyes, the teacher looked at him, Hoseok tried to make the ‘I told you’ look through his face to Namjoon, the small boy on my left let out a long giggle at the situation, pretty sure for me to know that the girls didn’t have any idea of what was going on, ‘’Please, quick !’’ the teacher speaked out from the awkwardness, I got startled by the boy’s sprint around the desks, I could feel Kitty being impressed by his hot look or the way he walked back to his desk, or his jawline or his expression, I didn’t know what caused her finding herself fanning over him, I saw his badge on his jean jacket where there was red ‘JK’ printed on it, this Jacket made him look so hot in Kitty’s eyes, I think she got her 5th crush here, because a lot of her ex(s) were forgotten by the heart for ridiculous reasons, but will this one work out and make it a big win ? will he really win her heart ? will she give up on it or get over it ?

    Less than an hour and a half and the class has finished real quick, because all of my focus was on the board, notebook, the vocabulary and grammar, rushing to the lockers to arrange my stuff, so my study schedule wouldn’t be a mess, but the opposite is always expected, it always gets messy inadvertently, ‘’Y/N !’’ a loud scream came from the class, right when I was next to my locker, leaving me with same startled expression on my face, her voice will never leave me calm without a distraction, ‘’Yes, surprise me with your news ..!’’ I mumbled pretending to be excited for what was going to be said, ‘’COME ON, FOLLOW MY LEAD !’’ she said capturing my wrist really tight, which was holding the small eraser that can be dropped easily, as if she wanted to take me somewhere, ‘’I know, you want to show me your new crush ?’’ I assumed, ‘’NO ! that’s not it, it’s something more INTERESTING !!’’ she continued quickly, keeping her grip tighter on my wrist, i had nothing to do but to follow her instead, ‘’Ok, but please hurry up, I’ve a lot of stuff to arrange ! ‘’, ‘’okay, now come on !’’ she said excitedly informing me to run after her, we got to the ‘adventures room’ they always called it that way, where, trips, journeys, campings and competitions are held, ‘’They are gonna choose the leader !’’ Kitty squeaked again, ‘’Oh no ..’’ I sighed rolling my eyes, before I realized that the class dudes were there, the girls were there too, I hurried to them after rubbing my wrist, it was red marked by kitty’s fingers, Jeongyeon and Jihyo were gossiping about something but I wasn’t sure of it, they both smiled when they saw me before we hugged, a loud voice came a microphone which was held on the stage, ‘’Boys and girls out there ! Attention please ..’’ a young woman on the microphone speaked, ‘’Today, we are going to hold a school camping in the woods...oh, you all have to vote for your desired leader you always trusted, once you have voted for the right leader, the leader will choose 14 people to the camp, ...7 girls and 7 boys, and the big reward ....’’ she continued standing on the wooden stage, carrying little-squared papers and a voting box is next to her on a table, ‘’Jihyo ! Jihyo !’’ Momo came in after quick steps, ‘’Yes, Momori ..?’’ Jihyo said with her quiet voice, ‘’Can I be one of the dance club team, please ??’’ Momo pleaded with her fingers intertwined under her soft chin, ‘’Of course, you can, Momori, but you need to ask for the captain first !’’ Jihyo accepted Momo’s request, nodding after tapping her finger on her chin, all I wanted to do was to help, I knew where the boys were, ‘’I think the captain is there, the one who is standing with the science teacher !’’ I suggested trying to point to the corner of the room then hiding it real quick, I realized that Momo and Jihyo noticed me before they turned their face around to look for him, ‘’Thanks, y/n ! you know you are important !’’ Momo thanked me with a hype before waving at me and walking towards Hoseok and the science teacher, I didn’t know it was this easy to help, I was just too shy to interfere into stuff, Jihyo then looked at me with a wide smile, ‘’What ?’’ I asked with a confused expression which was curved into a smile, ‘’ you are very helpful, that’s really thoughtful of you !’’  Jihyo smiled putting her hand on my shoulder and patting it, my heart fluttered more, it was racing really fast and beating hard at her words, she wrapped her arms around me when she saw me blushing, ‘’Jihyo, why are we here again ?’’ Sana asked with a sigh, scratching the top of her head with her pinky finger, ‘’I can tell you know why‘’ Jeongyeon said crossing her arms, ‘’Wait... oh it’s because of Kitty, right ?’’ Sana mumbled forming an upset look, ‘’Did she bring all of you here too ??’’ I asked complaining, ‘’Yeah, but Mina didn’t want to, because she hated Kitty so much that it freaked her out !’’ Nayeon chuckled, i never knew that Kitty would be so annoying that she would bring me to something useless like this, and bring the girls by force into this thing, we all hated it ....

    ‘’There you will have tents, sleeping bags, gas lamps or ordinary ones, marshmallows and other stuff you know, since you love the s’mores, they said,....by the way I will give each of you one little paper, you will have to write the name of the leader you vote for on this paper, anyone you want, but this leader must be very responsible for everything in this camp, with generous ethics, ..the one with the most votes will be the leader ..’’ the young woman finished her talk, she got out from the stage and gave each of us a paper and a small pencil, ‘’When you all finish, put all the papers into this wooden box right here, and then I’ll see the name with most votes !’’ I didn’t want to vote or get into this, I didn’t even feel like it anymore, my friends didn’t either, but it was Kitty, she is like this annoying alarm that convinced us that it was a crucial thing, ‘’Okay, y/n you need to tell your friends to write my name on their papers, please, I have really wanted this chance for ages !?’’ Kitty pleaded holding my ams with her sweaty palms, wide eyes staring into my soul, ‘’Okay, but please get mad at me if you lost this!’’ I requested, she nodded quickly, before I went to my friends crowd, I could hear nothing else but these quotes were running in my head, .. ‘’Write that boy’s name since mid-school’’ , ‘’Write that girl’s name over there’’ , everyone knew it was useless, so they didn’t care about it, or about who was going to be the leader, so they wrote random names of people they know or they don’t even see, I was distracted by everyone’s quotes, which made me try to sneak to see what they wrote for real, but I decided not to do that, it was going to be a stupid game for them, or maybe not, I got to my girls, to inform them that Kitty wants her name to be written on all of our papers, they felt the same way I felt towards her, the girls wanted to write Jihyo’s name on them, but Jihyo refused herself, despite her being a very good leader among of us, she didn’t want to lose it all in just a school camping, it was useless, like a shoestring budget so we had nothing but to write the ‘kitty’ word on all of our papers, leaving the chance to her for a reason, after a while, I heard that the new boys were writing Namjoon’s name on their papers, but he face palmed too, leaving no careful reaction for it, I guess it was just a ridiculous school camping, they were right, ‘’y/n ..?’’ Momo whispered to me , ‘’Yes ?’’, ‘’Let’s all write for Jihyo !’’ , ‘’Okayy..’’ I said leaning in to see what on my girls’ papers, I saw the name ‘Jihyo’ , they all informed me to walk with them to the voting box to put our papers, we put them quickly and came back to our spot in the wide room, Kitty shifted back at us, ‘’y/n, what if I lost ?’’ she asked worriedly, ‘’Don’t worry, you won’t ...lose !’’ Jeogyeon suddenly said after a millisecond from kitty’s question, ‘’Well, ..what if I won ??’’ she smirked, I sighed, saw my girls rolling their eyes to the box and the young woman, although we did care about nothing but it was her who made us in a random mess of worry..

    The mess started to get worse since I heard the naughty boys that I always knew, were whispering my name to their mean girlfriends, and the worst is that they laughing with devilish expressions and switching papers to each other, hurrying their writing and putting their papers in the box like a flash, ‘’Jihyo ?’’ I mumbled under my breath, ‘’Yes, babe ?’’ , ‘’Why are they ..whispering my name ?’’ , ‘’Your name ?’’ she said with a confused look in her eyes, she turned her face to see if it was true, ‘’I don’t hear anything, you know it’s little noisy here .’’ she said with furrowed eyebrows, I sighed at her answer, trying to stay still, but I felt more worried, since it was these young bullies who made fun of me and my personality, I’ve always hated them, with the fact that I have never done something wrong to them, nothing was clear but I saw one of those mean girls coming closer to the boy who was sitting next to me in the class and the JK guy, trying to tell them a spicy secret, ‘’Hey there !’’ the strange girl purred to them, they both noticed her but they were trying to ignore her, ‘’Oh, hello there...friend .’’ JK greeted trying not to be her flirting target, but the small boy didn’t hesitate instead, he gave her a hello in his words, trying to get her little attention, ‘’You are new dudes here, right?’’ she asked smirking, the two boys looked at each other from their eye sides, they both thought it was kind of a fading start to some trap, they smelled something fishy in her tone of voice since she came to them, they felt suspicious, not sure, could they tell her that they are new to this school, but who knows, maybe it was for something else, ‘’Actually yeah, ...this is our first year here, what about you ?’’ JK said his words with hurry before he inhaled hard, ‘’Aw, I’m not new here, I just need your help !’’, she whispered putting her hand next her mouth hiding her talking from others, they got more confused, their furrowed eyebrows turned into a shrug on their shoulders, ‘’Su- ..sure, ..how can we help you ?’’ the other boy stuttered looking back at his boys, ‘’You and your boys should vote for this girl over there, her name is y/n, she is a very responsible leader, she never won any competition, but she wishes if she could have this chance, and her chance is today..’’ she giggled before she spoke pointing to the other corner, where this was my spot, I realized her pointing at me, but I had no idea why was she doing so, maybe she is babbling about me like the other bullies, maybe she is trying to make them bullies too, I wasn’t sure about it, but it was so suspicious to me, just like reading an old book, with words being crossed, ‘’Well, if she wishes if she could have this chance ..today..then why isn’t she hyped about it ?’’ JK asked with his head tiliting, ‘’Because she gets depressed easily about everything !’’ she came at her words all of the sudden, starting to get more nervous, ‘’Ok, don’t worry, we are gonna make this moment the best for her !’’ the cute short boy decided after he licked his lip while looking at me far away, which made the girl return to her flirty side, she thanked them by blowing a kiss on her hand to them, I felt as if they were not impressed by her flirting and her way of grabbing such attention, if only I could know what she told them....

    We all gathered on our plastic chairs in the room, looking up at the wooden stage, waiting for the woman’s answer in the voting polls, sitting next to Jihyo was getting me relaxed, but next to Kitty was something getting me crazy, maybe all of us crazy, watching the woman organizing the papers from each other according to the names voted, to the side on a small table, let’s say that I was distracted at this point, the seven boys were staring at me with short kind glances, then looking back at the stage, ‘’And ...the one with the most votes is ...’’ I could feel Kitty shivering, and none of the girls cared but judged her instead, ‘’The one with the most votes is y/n !‘’ she said with a normal voice when she pronounced my name, I was shocked, I couldn’t believe it, I was asking myself repeatedly ‘was that my name or were my ears broken or what?’, how was this even possible,I felt a shock spreading down to my spine, I didn’t expect it to be me, but that was the worst thing ever, voting for my name was never good, not because I’m not so popular in my school, but because it was going to be very tiring and such a time-wasting to my life, I didn’t move an inch but my eyeballs rolled to glance at Jihyo which was half happy and half worried, she looked at me with an unready smile, she knew that I didn’t know what to say about this, the other girls were a little happy and excited, they clapped for me to show how happy they are about, and so did the seven newbies, to show some attention for me, they didn’t clap until they have stood up from their seats and whistled for me, I wasn’t surprised, but the only Important question here is, how was my name getting the most votes among us, and nobody clapped for it but me, my girls and those newbies ? I knew no one was excited about this but the thing didn’t end, I was ought to choose 14 people with me to the camp, 7 boys and 7 girls just as the woman said, I hated it, when I thought it was over and tried to sneak to get out of the room, until the young woman caught me startled by her shouting on the microphone, everyone got startled from her too, covering their ears with their hands, I got on the wooden stage near the microphone, I didn’t hesitate at who I was going to choose, of course, those seven boys and my girls, but the girls were six, I had to choose another girl, which was Kitty, I chose no one but them, at least Kitty lost but I ain’t gonna let her keep all sad and annoying after all this, and those, are the only people who are near to my level of trustworthy...

#twice #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #hoseok #jhope #namjoon #rm #jimin #jungkook #kpop #fanfic #fiction #my series #fluff #angst #slight comedy #y/n #high school #crush #girlfriend #homework #fic #voting poll #camping

[dreaming-while--awake]

Fate Loves Me Pt.1

Summary - Grim Reaper! Yoongi x reader, highschool!au, you've always been surrounded by bad luck. You would constantly find yourself in terribly embarrassing situations. But when one girl takes your humiliation too far, a very attractive upperclassman might just save your life.

Pairing: Grim reaper!Yoongi X reader

Genre: Angst, fluffish, highschool!au, supernatural!au, fate!au

WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide, intense bullying, swearing.

Word count: 1,276

DONT JUDGE ME, THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC, I’M TRYING.

This time, she took it too far. You had been getting bullied for as long as you could remember, but this - this was too much. You came to school today in your favorite shirt and skirt combo, an outfit your older brother deemed adorable, did your hair and makeup, and went to school. You should’ve known eunha wouldn’t let you get through a peaceful wednesday.

“Hey, Y/n! Where’d you get that shirt? Goodwill? You look homeless, couldn’t you at least try to look cute for once?” She hand her friends laughed at you, their hair perfect, manicured nails seated on their thin hips. “I mean, it looks like you went to the street corner and found that on the side. How pitiful.” She cackled loudly again, flipping her hair over her shoulder. You don’t say anything back, you just take what she has to give. You’ve realized at this point, that fighting only makes it so much worse for you.

She could have stopped at the mean remarks, but she had to make it worse. In that moment, eunha spilled her freezing cold caramel frappucino all over you. The cold liquid covered your shirt, skirt, and your brand new shoes, which WERE white.

“Awe, look! Now it has the stains to match the stain of an owner! Why don’t you just go home, already?” This was your breaking point. Tears started to flow down your cheeks as you took in her actions.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!” Your brother screams as he sprints to your side. You cower behind him quietly as he fumes at the girls.

“Namjoon! Hey! I just bumped into her, she’s so clumsy, we didn’t even see each other, isn’t that right, Y/n?” She eyes you for an answer, but only receives a very, very angry older sibling.

“Look, I don’t know what shit you seem to want to pull, but I saw everything. Now, you can either stop fucking talking to my sister, or I can show everyone those pictures you sent me last weekend. I don’t mind exposing you, princess, if you’re going to treat my sister with anything less than respect.” Her face flushes, and then blushes profusely.

“You are a dick, Kim Namjoon!” He nods, and she rushes her friends away from him. Soon enough, your brother turns around to you.

“Are you okay, Y/n? I’m so sorry I didn’t get here faster.” He rubs the tears from your eyes, taking some makeup with it. “Hey, don’t cry, do you want to skip today? I’ll take you home and you can take a bath, properly wash the coffee out of your hair. Sound good?” You nod, and he takes you home.

The bath is warm and smells sweetly of coffee by the time you’re done rinsing your skin free of the sticky substance. Namjoon took to the tv, turning on your favorite tv show and preparing snacks for a marathon, so you could relax. He was always very caring of you. When you were born, you don’t know why, but your birth parents put you into an orphanage. That orphanage had just received Namjoon a year prior, and he quickly took a liking to you, in a platonic sort of way. He always made sure you were safe, and when he was adopted, he turned down 3 families before one agreed to take you with him. Since then, you have been together through everything. Being only a year older, it was easy for you both to relate emotionally to hardships. At one point, everyone loved both of you, but eventually, he began to be known as the smarter sibling, the prettier sibling, the more talented sibling, though nobody would know that you actually taught Namjoon music. He had never been interested until you made him learn.

You step out of the now cold water, and dry yourself off, as you look in the mirror. You can’t believe you got to this point, you can’t believe you let them go this far. Now, your favorite outfit is ruined, and you don’t know how you’re going to go to school tomorrow. That could all come in time. What you need right now is a pair of comfy sweatpants, a hoodie, and some cheez-its. Heading down the stairs, you hear the tv playing, and you feel your stress melting away.

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The next day, you find yourself more anxious than ever for what school might hold for you today. No matter what, Namjoon promised he would be there by your side all day. And oddly enough, that gave you a lot of comfort.

Eunha didn’t spare you a glance when you walked into the building with Namjoon. You were glad for that, but you weren’t glad anymore when you got to your locker, with Namjoon and his friends. They had all agreed to ensure your safety, per Namjoons request. Upon your locker is a multitude of sticky notes, some hateful, some just rude, and other really depressing. From how stupid you are to how you should kill yourself, the notes range broadly in both color, and the handwriting that adorns them. The worst part of it all is the petition on the top for you to wither away and die.

“Harsh much?” Yoongi, one of Namjoon’s oldest friends, spats viciously. He looks around to the smug classmates in the hallway who are staring at you menacingly. “What the fuck are you looking at?! I could fucking destroy every single one of you! Go! Scatter before I act on my words!” He roars to them, and they run like rats. He looks at Namjoon with a reddened face, and he scowls. “Post it.” And with one, swift moment, Namjoon posts his warning.

‘Dear fellow classmates,

The next person to humiliate my sister, is to be handled by Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. Unless you would like to meet your maker, I would really insist you leave her alone. Thank you, and goodbye.”

After that, school was quiet. Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung weren’t around a lot, they were part of a lot of clubs and organizations, and none of their classes ever were around yours. Min yoongi had the closest classes to yours, so he was around a lot. He was always very grumpy, and you couldn’t tell why. He would quietly walk you between classes, throwing glares at anyone who looked your way. Yoongi was always nice to you, he’s just quiet.

“Yoongi?” You fumbled to put your hands in your pockets.

“Yes?”

“Why are you so quiet?” He looked at you, and grinned slightly.

“I don’t know. Is there something you want to talk about? Your next class is really far.” You shrug.

“How did you meet Namjoon? You seem to be really close to him.” You turn right with him flanking your left, shooting yet another angry look to a passerby.

“We met in a cafe close to your house, actually. He knocked my papers out of my hands, and then he managed to do it twice, so I figured we needed to know each other. Fate loves me. And maybe, fate loves you too, we’ll just have to see.” He winks, and sends you into your classroom, confused out of your mind, and wondering what on earth he meant by his cryptic words.

PART 2

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MOTOR BOY . | KIM YONGGUK

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genre: fluff member: kim yongguk word count: 2, 054 requested: no side notes: for the birthday boy, yongguk <3 // happy 7 months with daehwifi !! it’s been a long journey (”: 

prompt:  “hop on, it’s not like you’re willing to walk home even if you hate me or love me,”  — kim yongguk 

where your friend from your old school still insist on driving you home with his motorbike everyday. 

“who’s that boy with the motorbike outside of school?” 

“he seems pretty cute,”

“too cute, actually,”

“i heard he comes here quite often, don’t see who he picks up though,” 

you walked over to the window to look at the schools entrance 

there stood a slender boy, with one hand shoved inside his denim jeans while the over was holding the helmet that matched his motorcycle

he was on his phone, waiting for someone to come 

“whoever he’s waiting for much be really lucky,” 

taking his eyes off his screen, he glanced around the school and through the windows until his eyes locked with yours 

a small smile crept up your face as yongguk dangled his keys, waiting for you to come down 

grabbing your bag, you ran down the stairs until you go to the first floor, quickly leaving the school and approaching him

“someone’s eager to see me,” he teased catching your backpack you threw at him 

“pfftt, you haven’t drove me home in 3 weeks due to your stupid out of town trip,” you muttered 

yongguk opened the tail box, and shoved your bag inside (in which only consisted of a pencil case and a small flexible agenda) 

“miss me that much?” he provoked, raising an eyebrow before slapping the helmet on top of your head 

“never,” you taunt

you buckled on the helmet before hopping on his motorbike 

right after yongguk got on as well, you wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your cheek against his back whilst yongguk started up the engine 

“someone’s comfy,” you heard him mumble softly making you smile a bit 

“do you not want me to hold on then?” 

“who said i said that?” he responded before beginning to drive 

yongguk is your best friend from your old school 

unfortunately, you had to transfer due to your family not liking the community your old school was in 

yongguk was your ride home every single day because you grew lazy after the long school day 

even when you changed schools, yongguk was still your ride home 

the two of you got along in almost an instant simply by being in the same class with one another 

he couldn’t give you a ride home for three weeks since he went on a school trip to jeju 

at first, yongguk got really flustered to you wrapping your arms around his waist and his ears would get all red 

(and lowkey you found it to be the most cutest thing in the universe) 

you were just as flustered as him as well

when the two of you came to a red light, yongguk stopped and placed his feet down to the side as you did the same 

yongguk usually never put on a helmet for two reasons (one of the reasons he prioritizes more) 

one (being the most important) was that he didn’t want you to get hurt or claimed you were personality was too much like a princesses, so he’d fill the role of being a guard 

secondly, it’s messes up his hair a lot 

yongguk would always loosely play with his hair after taking off the helmet (in which he hated doing) but you’d fall for him even more watching him do so 

“you just had to make an entrance to my school,” you began 

over the loud engine running, you could hear a faint chuckle 

yongguk turned his head to the side and cheekily smiled 

“jealous?” 

“eyes on the road idiot,” you scoffed, taking your arms off his waist to adjust his head onto the road then instantly wrapping them again 

it wasn’t a long drive until you reached your house (you were just that lazy to walk home every 5 days) 

he turned off the engine, you got off taking the helmet off as well simultaneously yongguk getting your bag out of the tail box 

“so what about me making an entrance to your school?” he asked proudly

“shut up, everyone just loves looking at you when you come to pick me up with your motorbike and all,” you found yourself trailing off your sentence a bit 

though yongguk didn’t wear a helmet, he still messed up his hair a bit in attempts to fix it due to the find out of natural habit 

“awh your cheeks are red” he avowed, leaning against the motorbike 

“NO THEY’RE NOT” you roared almost instantly as yongguk burst out into laughter  

“also, i’m going to a party on friday, so you don’t have to pick me up after school that day,” you mumbled, swinging your bag over your shoulder

the party was a day away (making ‘today’ being wednesday) and you could already feel yourself being excited

“oh? i leave for three weeks and y/n becomes a party girl?” yongguk theorized, raising an eyebrow 

“it’s one party yongguk,” you chided whilst yongguk started up the engine once again, hopping on 

“alright, alright. i’ll see you tomorrow,” he spoke kicking up the kickstand 

waving a faint bye, he drove off leaving you there in front of your house 

the next day came

the chatter about the ‘motor boy’ were a bit more louder than before 

compliments of yongguk flew left and right about his looks from head to toe 

some girls even had the audacity to approach him, making small chatter

though on the outside, you seemed perfectly fine about it but there was a hint of jealousy inside of you 

he smiled from ear to ear and would even rub the back of his neck from time to time 

though you agreed with all the compliments, you couldn’t help but feel that inch of jealousy fume inside you 

once the group of girls drifted off, you finally approached him clinging onto the strap of your bag 

“mr. popular,” you mumbled before hopping on 

you didn’t bother to place your bag inside the tail box since your mind was slowly becoming a mess with two concerns 

1. everyone talking to yongguk and the way he smiles with them

2. the party that’s tomorrow 

“someone’s jealous,” he commented before placing the helmet on your head once again like a child that needs assistance with that type of stuff

“okay fine then, maybe i’ll start getting rides from a different guy,” you mentioned whilst rolling your eyes 

“you’re that jealous,” you heard him faintly say 

 you scoffed a bit and endured the long quiet ride 

it was like he was practically boasting about himself 

it’s not jealousy, right? 

you grip around his waist became loose without you even realizing it 

there was a sour feeling inside of you that made you wince

once reaching to your home, you forcefully (and quickly) got out, taking off your helmet 

you went to the front of your door with a bitter feeling inside of you 

“don’t pick me up tomorrow,” you demanded loud enough so that he’d heard before slamming the door behind you 

talking away, you already received many compliments on your outfit tonight 

you completely forgot about the bitterness you felt towards yongguk and just enjoyed yourself for the night 

(you can imagine what you wore lolol) 

despite there was alcohol as a beverage option, you attempted to avoid that idea before anything serious happens 

“y/n! are you dating that guy who picks you up all the time?” a random question from a random girl you barely knew the name of asked 

she smelt like alcohol and it was obvious she was drunk 

her makeup was smeared, her dresses was too tight and high, but you didn’t bother really making a comment on it 

her question sunk to your head until it finally processed through your mind that you should give an answer in return 

“ah- wait what?” you blurt 

“that motorcycle boy? you know? the one that’s really hot and cute at the same time and always wears jeans?” she exclaims, waving her drink around in the air freely 

“oh no, yongguk and i aren’t dating,” you trailed off your sentence a bit, feeling a bit awkward 

she flailed her arms up into the air yelling a “yay” before running off 

you attempted to shake off that question and your slight bitterness at him the other day 

it wasn’t anything serious, so you shouldn’t take it seriously

but you did 

you found more questions about yongguk were being thrown you way 

they all varied from ‘how old is he?’ to ‘is he single?’ 

sometimes you’d even hear rumors such as ‘he’s too attractive to be with her’ but then again it could just be your mind speaking for itself 

the night went on and you were ready to go home 

you lazily found yourself downing cups on alcohol and texting random people random things 

not noticing what you were doing at all, you were confirmed drunk and ready to jump into a pool fully clothed 

whenever someone would come near you just to simply say hi, you’d yell “STRANGER DANGER” and scare them off (as they’d laugh) 

sitting on the front porch, you sighed taking another sip from your cup

there was only a tiny bit of alcohol left until you were left with nothing

there was a bright light shinning in your eyes for a bit, making you squint 

the light turned soon turned off and you could hear keys jingling a bit 

“god you’re drunk,” you heard a familiar voice say over the loud music 

looking up, you managed to point out that it was yongguk through your blurry vision 

bitterly, you threw the empty cup at him

“EW IT’S YOU” you blurt without thinking twice 

yongguk rolled his eyes and chuckled 

“YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE PARTYING HERE! EVERYONE KEEPS TALKING ABOUT YOU!” you added pointing to the house 

you got up and dusted yourself off, attempting to barge past yongguk when suddenly he takes your wrist and begins dragging you towards his motorbike 

“alright i’m taking you home,” he mumbled softly 

“LET ME GO YONGGGGGGGGGUk” you extended the g, allowing the alcohol to get to your head 

he forced you onto the bike, making you sit with your legs dangling from the side and placed the helmet over your head before hopping on 

starting up the engine, he kicked the kick stand 

“YONGGUK YOU’RE NOT TAKING ME HOME!” you declared, getting off the bike with your wobbly legs 

“hop on, it’s not like you’re willing to walk home even if you hate me or love me,” you heard him bluntly say

though you were staring at his side view, even drunk you knew he was being serious about it 

his cold voice sent goosebumps through your skin

you got on, being a bit sober 

despite you were mad at him for your OWN jealousy, you still wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your chin against his shoulder 

“i’msorry,” you apologized softly, becoming a bit drowsy 

“for being jealous?” yongguk ask, almost chuckling a bit 

you nod in return 

“i’m mad that you’re attractive,” you scoffed faintly 

“o h?” 

“i don’t like that the fact everyone asks me questions about you and whenever they ask me if we’re dating i’m forced to say no,” you confessed with your ears becoming red 

suddenly, you flailed your arms up into the air and smiled like a maniac 

“SCREW YOU FOR BEING ATTRACTIVE KIM YONGGUK!” you chanted loudly to the sky 

yongguk chuckled and rolled his eyes, beginning to drive out of the nowhere

you jumped a bit from the suddenly movement you weren’t expecting and squealed the tiniest bit, grabbing onto yongguk’s waist instantly 

once the two of you reached home (thus including you chanting weird random things connected to yongguk), you hopped off and struggled taking off the helmet 

your hands fidgeted with the buckle of it 

yongguk notices as he assist you taking it off 

“make sure you go through the door safely,” he teased, messing up your hair 

“dammit you and your goddamn motorbike gives you bonus points for being more attractive too,” you complained, lightly kicking his motorbike 

“and who said you weren’t attractive?” he asked cheekily 

“wha-” yongguk holds the sides of your heads and softly plants a kiss on the top of your forehead with a smile across his face 

“let’s hope you remember that when you’re sober,” he adds 

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