#i'd want to wince and cover my ass and pat you down

[thepaintedlady00]

Nightshade Chapter 7 Sneak Peeks!

Sorry this has taken so long! Last week was swamped and this week started off with a dentist appointment and my little down getting just absolutely slammed with snow! But here's the sneak peeks!

Since this one was a tie I decided to cut both peeks in half and give y'all a little bit of both! Enjoy!

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He squeezed past the busty doe-eyed girl as she smiled, batting her eyelashes at him, and made his way upstairs to change. When he opened his locker to find the familiar sleek black leather of his jacket Jake smiled. How the hell did she even get this up here? Her perfume was all of it, covering up the musk he'd been so used to the old thing holding. God, he wanted to hold it to his nose and burn that smell into his sinuses.

After he changed the doorway filled with the familiar copper-haired brute and the thinner bald man. Patrick and Peter looked around for a minute before they looked at each other. "You wanna start or should I?

Peter scoffed, "I'm the oldest, I'll start."

"There a problem?" Jake asked calmly. If they'd wanted to kick his ass Patrick would have done it by now.

"Not yet," Patrick replied, keeping his arm out as Peter took a step forward.

"I've heard a lot about you," the brother said with a grin. "Oz and Pat have been pretty good at keeping me in the loop when it comes to you and my little sister."

Jake shook his head, leaning back against his locker. "There's not much to tell. We're friends."

Patrick rolled his eyes, mumbling something in a different language that made Peter chuckle. "Friends is hardly the word I'd use to describe you two. But, I don't really care what you call it so long as one thing stays the same. You respect her."

"God knows she's had enough of dumb little pretty boys taking advantage of her kindness," Patrick added, giving him a stern look, not unlike the ones he'd been giving him from the start. 

"Listen, Jake," Peter continued. "I know my sister. I know she comes off as this strong, indestructible force of nature that can kick anyone's ass and that doesn't feel a damn thing." He winced as he shifted, balancing himself on Patrick's waiting arm. "Lena is strong… One of the strongest people I know, but she's still human. It still hurts when people she cares about let her down."

"And you think she cares about me?" He asked, trying to sound amused to cover up the way he genuinely wanted to know.

Patrick nodded, quietly making sure Peter wouldn't fall. "She doesn't bring just anyone to the old place and she's brought you more than enough times. Even talked about pops."

"She also shared Cape Cod with you." Peter nodded. "Yeah, I know about that."

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Jake felt light, almost weightless as he lay in the warm bed basking in the rays of sunlight. The air around him was laced with the sweet smell of perfume, cherry with hints of rose and light woodsy leather. It was intoxicating and the more he breathed it in the more he found himself craving the smell. A weight was comfortably settled onto his chest as his fingers ran through silky strands of hair. His blunt nails scratched her head drawing out soft noises of contentment. He chuckled, an odd sense of joy rushing through his veins.

“What’s funny?” She asked, lifting her head off his chest.

Opening his eyes he smiled up at the sunlit halo of red hair and sparkling green eyes that stared down at him. “Nothing at all.”

Her eyebrows lifted as amusement made her face even more beautiful. “Nothing at all? Why do I not believe you?”

“Calling me a liar?” He teased, his hands running along her smooth skin, tracing the curved shape of her snake tattoo up her spine. “In my own bed, that’s rather inconsiderate.”

“You weren’t complaining earlier,” she teased back leaning into him, her fingers tracing his lips. Jake watched her face slowly soften, looking at him like he was everything to her. “You never thought you’d get this attached, did you?”

Cold weight started creeping back into his body as his mind recognized the dream. He still clung to her, clung to her soft skin beneath his fingers, the loving gaze she gave him, the smell of her perfume. Jake still closed his eyes when she leaned in to kiss him and he still hesitated to pull away even though he couldn’t even feel her lips against his.

When he opened his eyes again she was gone and he was alone. He set his hand against his chest, taking in deep breaths to try and escape the sudden breathlessness. Rolling onto his side he looked at the empty space beside him, quietly recalling the sight of her bare back and that damn tattoo that he now knew painted her skin. Jake forced himself up and followed his shitty routine to get himself ready for another long night of service. It was starting to get ridiculous the never-changing nature of bartending at 22West.

He found himself thinking about what would have happened if he had actually gone through with his plans with Scott. Would he have his own restaurant? A bar that wasn’t constantly surrounded by rich assholes that had more money than god and were still stingy with their tips? Would he get to wear what he wanted and throw people out when they’d clearly had enough? No. He reminded himself. It was a dumb idea, rushed and poorly thought out. It would have failed before it even started. Simone was right… All that was just a pipedream meant to help keep him from going insane with the mundane normalcy of life.

#fic: nightshade #sweetbitter jake #sweetbitter jake x oc #jake x lena #jake sweetbitter #sweet bitter #sweetbitter #sneak peek #big brothers #is that a new girl? #👀👀👀 #Jake's having sweet dreams of our favorite red head??? #🤭

[getitinbusan]

Camping with Jungkook

This is my contribution to the Campfire writing challenge.

Soft Smut - 2125 words

He was straddling the picnic bench, his thick thighs spread open teasing your eyes. 

Standing with a few of the girlfriends you couldn't help but stare in awe. He was drinking and even though the firelight danced pretty shadows across his features you could tell he was flush from the alcohol. 

"You know you're getting together with him tonight right?" they all laughed. "Jin said it's happening even if we have to lock you two in the outhouse." 

"You guys are disgusting. I'd really prefer if that didn't happen….the outhouse, not the getting together part."

It was a well known fact that there was a mutual crush happening. It was also common knowledge that you were both idiots too afraid to act on it. 

Your best friend was dating Yoongi, she was the catalyst behind this epic disaster of a set up. Wanting you around more, wouldn't it be perfect if you hooked up with Jungkook? 

Admittedly, it would.

Sitting at the table noticing the direction of your gaze she called out, "Y/N, come drink with us." 

Subtlety was not her strong suit and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you made your way over. 

Patting the weathered wood slats of the bench Jungkook offered you the seat beside him. 

Two red solo cups were slid in your general direction, he picked them both up and handed one to you. Watching as he sniffed the liquid, his nose scrunched up in displeasure. Fuck he was cute. 

"Ready?" he held the cup to his lips.

"As I'll ever be." 

He winced at the taste as you both simultaneously set the empty cups down. 

This was it, it had to be now! It was time for the opening you'd been practicing all week. 

"Do you like S'mores Jungkook?" 

His eyes lit up as he reached for the bag of marshmallows. "I like mine with double chocolate, want me to make you one?" 

The childlike wonder he exuded would be almost comical if it wasn't for the contradictory body it came from.

"Actually, I thought maybe we could try a more adult version?"

He was puzzled. 

"Hang on, I'll be right back."

Running into the cabin, items were tossed quickly out of your bag until you found what you were after. 

Triumphantly returning you held the bottle out to him like it was a fine wine. 

His eyebrows raised, "Marshmallow Vodka?" 

"And behind door number two," your other hand revealed, "Chocolate syrup!"

"I don't get it?" 

Yoongi's hardy laugh bounced around the campsite,  "No but you're definitely going to." 

Three heads turned in unison to glare at him. Outnumbered in his desire to tease Jungkook, he sighed, defeated. "Well then, why don't you just show us how to make S'mores with Vodka Y/N" 

Turning your attention directly to Jungkook you instructed him. "You're going to tilt your head back and I'm going to squeeze in the chocolate syrup." 

"Should I swallow it?" 

"That's what she said," Yoongi interjected. You heard your friend's playful punch land against his shoulder. "Ow, what? Come on, he's making it too easy." 

"As I was saying, Chocolate Syrup, and no, don't swallow…" you smiled, "that'll come later." 

Yoongi's jaw fell slack, "Yah sure, it's fine when she says it." 

Turning your attention back to teaching, Jungkook's ears were red at the innuendos you'd been exchanging. He was flustered and it was charming. Reaching out you gave his earlobe a little squeeze, "Shall we continue?" 

He nodded, "Head back, chocolate syrup, no swallowing, got it."

"I'm going to pour the marshmallow vodka on top of the syrup and then you can swallow and take a Graham Cracker chaser." 

The night progressed as the shots poured. The more you drank the closer you seemed to inch your bodies together.

"I think you need one more," Guk giggled. Tipping your chin back with his fingertips he was really close. "Ready? here it comes…"

You felt a splat hit your cheek followed by a string of his apologies. He was confused when you began laughing.

"It's okay Jungkook, it's just syrup."

He smiled relieved,  scooching closer to where you sat facing him. Using his index finger he wiped the chocolate drop off your skin and stuck it into his mouth.

"Did you get it all?"

"There might be a little more," he moved closer and softly attached his lips to your cheek, painfully close to your mouth. "I think you're good now." 

Somehow as the hours ticked away your legs had made their way over his. Face to face you  sat with shy smiles and embarrassed cheeks. He pulled you in closer placing a kiss on top of your head. "Is it okay to confess I really like you?"

You wove his tattooed fingers between yours, "I think now's a perfect time." 

His arms were wrapped loosely around you, your head on his chest. The sound of your friend's voices and crackling fire were quiet compared to his heartbeat.

"Did you feel that? I think it's starting to rain."

No sooner than the words left his lips you felt it too. Everyone took to their feet and ran in separate directions, drinks and fire were abandoned for shelter.

Standing up you weren't in a hurry to leave. "I'm staying in the cabin." You gestured to the wood structure. "But I really don't want tonight to be over." 

"Not to brag but I've got a pretty big tent." He kissed your hand and pulled you into his arms. "Or," he began rocking back and forth, "you could just dance with me in the rain." 

"Wow, and I didn't even have Jungkook being a romantic on my campfire BINGO card." 

He laughed and twirled you back to him while singing, "Do you love the rain? Does it make you dance When you're drunk with your friends at a party?"

"You're singing to me Guk?" You stopped dancing. "Is it okay to confess I really like you too?" 

The biggest smile appeared across his face, "I think now's a perfect time." 

Pushing the wet hair from your face he leaned in slowly to find your mouth. He was so soft, so delicate, his lips brushed yours as the rain fell harder and distant thunder rolled past. He set his head on yours and sighed, "You wanna run?" 

He struggled to unzip the flap, both of you crawling in laughing at how soaked you were. Falling on top of each other it felt like time had stopped.

It was a strange feeling, like driving in the rain and going under a bridge. Every sound stops but the second you come out the other side, all your sensations are amplified.

"They say when you meet the love of your life...time stops."

Is that what this was? A pause held between you until he gave in, his mouth meeting yours full force.

His kissing was pure and simple, uncomplicated perfection that could be used the same way to describe every detail of Jungkook.

He was a great kisser, his lips pressed just hard enough, they were just wet enough and his tongue was as well choreographed as his body.

His hand didn't stray from the tender hold it had on your face and as much as you wanted it on your body, you knew you had time. Your heart was pounding as fast as the droplets hitting the shell of the tent in an orchestrated rhythm of anticipation. 

He pulled away leaving you breathless. "We should get you out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold" He reached in his bag and handed you his T-shirt.

"You want me to put clothes on? That's a plot twist."

He pulled his wet sweater over his head, "we've been drinking, alot."

He grabbed a towel and ran it over his hair, "I'm planning on falling in love with you." He blushed at his own statement. "And I'd just prefer that in a few years our first time isn't a foggy memory." He kissed the back of your hand.

"You certainly have a way with words Guk."

Shamelessly pulling off your wet clothes he pretended to shield his eyes while blatantly leaving gaps between his fingers. "Ugh, you're playing dirty." 

"Using your logic you'll forget what you saw by morning so I'm not gonna worry about it."

Grabbing you playfully he pulled you back down and tucked you into his blankets. 

The one thing you hated about camping was going to bed freezing and waking up ridiculously hot.

The sun had risen with a vengeance and the navy exterior of the tent held the heat in like a sauna.

Making your way out from underneath Jungkook you pulled the covers back and peeled his shirt from your body. Redoing the messy bun on top of your head you felt a light fingertips touch starting at the top of your neck.

Slowly he traced down your spine stopping between the dimples at the base. A shiver ran over your skin.

"These are cute." He let his finger explore your backside.

You giggled at the featherlight tickle, "They're called dimples of Venus"  

You were still facing away but you could hear him shift. His breath hovered close on your back.

"It's a suitable name for your body," his lips met the indentation.

When he made his way back up to your shoulder you couldn't resist the urge to see his face a second longer.

Turning you found a smiling, sleepy disheveled boy and your heart swooped with affection. Your thumb smoothed over his dewy cheek as his almond eyes took in your bare form. 

"Can you just come back in here?" He whined and made grabby hands.

"Should I put my clothes back on first?"

He pulled the blanket over his face, "Don't tease me."

How were you already wrapped around his finger?

"Fine, let me in."

Staying hidden he lifted the edge enough for you to wiggle in.

"This isn't a very good fort."

"That's not fair, I've got limited resources. I'm gonna make you a kick ass fort." He pressed his lips onto your neck. "For our next date we'll have a picnic and watch movies in it. We are counting this as the first date right?"

His hands were on your waist and his bare skin was pressed against yours. 

"We could even count it as a second, we did sleep together. Jungkook? Can you kiss me now?" 

His large hands moved down your body while his lips worked their magic against yours.

You could hear everyone slowly starting the day. Jin's laughter and the mention of your names infiltrated your moment making Jungkook stop to check with you.

"I don't care about them Guk, keep going." 

The heat didn't matter, the small space didn't matter, your friends on the other side of the thin nylon didn't matter. 

All that did matter was the way he looked at you and asked if you were okay before he pushed himself inside you. If there was a sight more beautiful than Jungkook laying over you in ecstacy you were completely unaware of it. 

Rolling his hips into you skillfully his length hit all the right spots. It was hard holding in your moans, god you wanted to be able to just cry out as he made your toes curl.

Biting your lip you tried not to tip everyone off to what was happening mere feet away from where they were preparing their coffee and breakfast over the camp stove. 

You wanted to tell him, you'd waited so long for this. You spoke the breathy whisper into his neck, "I hate being quiet Guk, you feel so good I want to scream your name."  

Your words did him in, with a loud moan and a face squinted in pleasure he spilled into the condom. 

Exiting the tent, of course your friends had to make a scene. The picnic tables had been rearranged to face Jungkook's tent and they all sat smiling in the direction of your exit. 

"Really, you couldn't just let us have this?" You hid under his arm as he confronted them.

Jin of course was the loudest, "Can you blame us? We never get front row."

Jungkook pulled you back towards the tent. "Well since you already know what we're doing, this time we'll put on a better show."

JK: Date 2 tonight! I hope you're ready this fort is gonna blow your mind!

This is fic belongs in the Golden Golden Closet Universe. Continue their story....

#Jungkook #Jungkook smut #bts smut #BTS #Jeongguk #Nochu #Guk #Kookie #Bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan

[quokkalatte]

Affinity pt.3

It takes Hoseok a moment to figure out what has woken him up. He blinks groggily in the darkness of his room, sleep clinging to him and he nearly falls back into its succumb. He turned over, a groan leaving his lips and noticed his phone was illuminated and he'd gotten several text messages from Namjoon.

"Damn him to hell" Hoseok mutters and he grasps his phone, wincing at the bright light. The turned the brightness down for his eyes to adjust. It was 4 in the morning, and no decent human being would be awake this early. Hoseok growled, checking the messages.

Joon: It's in

Joon: Hobi get up we have to go

Joon: don't make me come and get u

Joon: Jung Hoseok I swear you're going to get us in trouble . Get. Up.

Hoseok cursed, quickly typing back a response.

Hobi: I'm up. On my way

Hoseok quickly got up and pulled a tshirt over his bare chest and pulled on some jeans over his boxers. He slipped on some shoes and grabbed his keys, setting off towards the garage. He stopped when he saw your door. He turned towards his living room, grabbing a pen and an unimportant piece of mail, writing down that he had to run some errands and he'd be back soon.He quietly pushed open your door, and set the note on the bare side table. He glanced at your sleeping form, curled up under your blanket, soft breathing sounds coming from your lips. Your ears twitched, but other than that you remained asleep. Hoseok smiled fondly, his fingers brushing over one ear before he left.

Namjoon was waiting for him by the billboard advertising Seoul's McDonald's a few miles from their destination. He was leaning against the hood of his car, a sucker stick poking out from his mouth. His eyes followed Hoseok's car as he pulled up. He walked over and leaned into his window.

"About time" he grunted and Hoseok glared at him

"I was sleeping, you know like normal humans do" Namjoon grins at him, pulling the sucker from his mouth, his lips stained a slight red "You're the one who wanted to do this Hobi"

"Yes I know that Namjoon. It's good money" Hoseok says. Namjoon hums in reply, studying his treat before returning it to his mouth.

"Well let's get going then, wouldn't want to loose our business partners now do we?" Namjoon grins and ruffles Hoseok's hair before returning to his own car and Hoseok headed for the drop off.

The warehouse was used to store miscellaneous parts for the majority of Seoul's business that needed heavy storage space. Kitchen appliances in some areas. A room in the back to store perishable foods. But mostly used for auto part storage. Seoul had a lot of car shops, Hoseok's wasn't the only one (but by far the most well known in the South) and they all had their parts stored here. Which helped with the underground business Hoseok and Namjoon were involved in.

Hoseok walked down the shelves containing microwaves and high end blenders. Namjoon followed close behind, his eyes raking over the products appreciatively. When they got to the section where car parts were stored, both men grew on edge. Hoseok glanced around the dark building creaking and setting his nerves alight. Namjoon wasn't any better, his hands twitched to the concealed handgun on his hip, covered by his jacket. "Are you sure they're here?" Hoseok murmurs.

"Positive. Same meeting space."

Namjoon replies. Hoseok grunts, walking forward and onto the section where tires were stored, Namjoon remained rooted to the spot. Hoseok looked around. Something had to be wrong, he would have met up with him by now. A slight clang made Hoseok turn on heel, his arms rough with goosebumps. He took a step towards the noise, and then felt the cold barrel of a gun press against his neck.

"Your late" A voice says calmly

"I'm here now." Hoseok replied in the same tone, his heart thudded in his chest.

"You kept me waiting. I don't like to wait" the voice said, a hint of malice in his tone.

"Ah, but you like getting paid more don't you Hiroto?" Hoseok smirks, and a short chuckle came from behind him. The barrel was removed and Hoseok turned around to meet the dark eyes of Ki Hiroto. His lips were pulled in amusement.

"You got me there. You're getting slow Hoseok, it's worrying" Hiroto stuck his gun into the waistband of his jeans.

"Still kick your ass every time we race though" Hoseok replies, and Hiroto snorts. Namjoon come rounding the corner, and sighs upon seeing the two.

"There you are. Thanks for letting me know" Namjoon says wryly. Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"Do you want your stuff or not? I was beginning to think you weren't coming. I'd risked my ass three times getting the stuff here and you don't have the decency to show up on time"

"Like I said, I'm here now" Hoseok replies.

"Well you aren't the one having to get through police scanners and dodgy truck drivers who'd turn you in the second they knew what you were carrying are you?"

"Do you want the money or not?" Namjoon but in, his jaw twitching with aggravation.Hiroto narrowed his eyes at Hoseok's companion, but turned and walked down the corridor. The two followed him, coming to a clustered set of boxes. Hiroto pulled a knife from his short sleeve and slashed the packing tape open, gesturing towards the corridor Hoseok peeked in, tugging a piece from the container. It was a piece to a engine, the name of the brand inscripted in Japanese. He scrutinized it, and smirked at his business partner.

He says, digging into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills, placing it into Hiroto's hand. The man gave a small smile, patting Hoseok on the shoulder."Always a pleasure Hoseok"

"I can say the same Hiroto. See you in two months" Hoseok nods and Hiroto turned and skulked off, leaving Namjoon and Hoseok alone. Namjoon scoffed when the Japanese man left, and Hoseok laughed. "I'll never understand what you have against him. He's a delight"

"To you maybe. He likes to cheat"

Namjoon growls, pulling the now candy empty stick from his mouth, sticking it into his pocket.

"Of course he cheats, how can he not in this line of work? You're just bitter because you lost 40,000 won to him in a pocket game" Hoseok folded the box of parts and placed another on top, walking out towards their parked cars. The sun was rising now, a hue of reds and golds were peeking over the trees and bathed the area in soft light. Hoseok opened the back door to his car, pushing the boxes inside. He'd take those by the shop before heading home.

"I'd earned thar money racing fairly, and he cheats at blackjack just to take it from me" Namjoon set a couple boxes himself in his trunk.

"Well Joon, my dearest companion, You shouldn't have placed so much money against a notorious cheater" Hoseok laughs and Namjoon glares at his friend's lack of empathy towards him.

"Sometimes I question who's side you're on"

Hoseok pulled out of the shop, delivery of parts finally unloaded and ready to be dealed out next race. The parts were stolen from a manufacturing facility in Japan, some of the finest parts you could ever want for a race car. Freight trains and trucks always robbed of the parts as they were being delivered to shops and stores and storage houses. What they never knew was it was always people on the inside that stole them. It was a risky business, meaning death if caught. But the pay was always good. The parts were then sent all over the world, to car shops to be resold or to places like Hoseok's shop where street racers used them to earn yet living in driving. Japanese parts were guaranteed the fastest, and Hoseok always made a profit selling then for half the original price, he earned way more money dealing the parts around than the mechanic shop he ran. He always covered his tracks too, there wasn't any way he'd every get caught selling stolen parts.

Taehyung watched Hoseok leave. The mechanic was in on it of course, being the one who normally stored the parts in the cellar so conveintly built under the auto shop, with only three people knowing it's existence.

While Taehyung had been taking boxes down, Namjoon and Hoseok spoke in Hoseok's office.

"I was thinking of coming over later" Namjoon flips through one of Hoseok's many car magazines the racer had collected over the years. Hoseok raises his eyebrows and shrugs

"If you want"

"Can Jin and Jimin come? Let Y/n meet some other hybrids? I doubt Yeonsoo ever allowed playmates" Namjoon closed the magazine and set it on the shelf. Hoseok mulled over yet words, unsure of how you'd react to two male hybrids in a place you were getting used to.

"I don't know Joon..." Hoseok hesitated

"They're perfectly well mannered. And if Y/n us uncomfortable, then we can leave. It's been awhile since we've hung out alone, and not at the tracks or here" Namjoon says. Hoseok chewed his lip, then nodded.

"Okay, you can come later. Give me a bit of time to clean up" Hoseok says and Namjoon snorts

"I've seen your house Hobi, when is it ever not clean? Sometimes I wonder if you even live there"

Hoseok pulled into the garage around noon, already feeling exhausted after being up so early. He pushed open the door and walked down the hall, hearing the sounds of the TV going. He entered the living room, immediately smiling at the scene. You were sprawls out on the floor, a patch of sunlight bathing you from the window. Your eyes were closed with content and not sleep. Your tail, which was curled around your waist, flicked gently as you listened to the show on TV.

"Hey Kitten, sorry I left so early, I had errands to run" Hoseok says. You immediately sit up, eyes wide.

"Hoseok!" You yelp, scrambling up to hug him tightly. He let out a gasp, your grip was strong. Your tail curled around his waist as your ears tickled his throat. "I missed you" you say, and Hoseok smiled, petting the base of your ears affectionately.

"Missed you too Y/n. Did you get my note?"

"Yeah, that's why I didn't panic." You hum, pulling away from him, leaving his body cold. You curl up on the couch, Hoseok coming to join you . You folded your legs, tail wrapping around your waist as you watched the TV. Hoseok studied you, how perfectly content you seemed to be, how comfortable you were with him and his house. It made his heart warm a bit.

"Hey Kitten?" He used the nickname to draw your attention to him. You turned to look at him, head coke curiously.

"Yes Hoseok?"

"Namjoon is coming over in a bit, you remember him right?" Hoseok says. You nod slowly, remembering the man that was around Hoseok the night he rescued you. "Right, he's coming over, and his bringing his hybrids too" you eyes widen, and your fur puffed up a bit at that."I can ask him not to of course" Hoseok says quickly, not wanting to upset you furthur. "But I figured you wanted to meet other hybrids, I've only met Seokjin and Jimin once but their nice and gentle." Hoseok assures you. Your fur lies flat as he spoke, curiosity replacing anxiety. "But if you don't want him to bring them I'll ask that he leaves them home" You think for a moment, weighing the options.

"No.... it's okay Hoseok. They can come over. It's your house after all" you say.

"I don't want you uncomfortable Y/n. It's just as much as your house now" He says. You smile at that, a short purr pushing up your throat.

"I'll be okay. Let them come over"

Maybe it was a bad idea, you thought, your nerves getting the best of you as to heard the knock on the door. You didn't know many other hybrids, and the ones you did know had been to handsy. Yeonsoo had always taken you with him to parties, which meant everyone was drunk and looking for something to fondle. Yeonsoo had the habit to allow hybrids to touch you, never letting anything else happen of course, that was his job.

But you couldn't keep letting Yeonsoo's doings scare you away from living happily. Hoseok was better than your old master, and he hasn't let anything hurt you thus far, so you steeled your anxieties when Namjoon walked in with two male hybrids

One had jet black hair, little milky white ears peeking up. His tail was long and thin and twitched every so often as he peered around. The other, a cat hybrid like you had soft calico ears and a tail. He seemed slightly more bold than the other, straying a bit away from Namjoon to peek around. They were both very handsome, and it shocked you how stunning their features were.

Even with your new found philosophy of not letting things cause any hurt, you still stuck to Hoseok' s side as he greeted Namjoon happily. Namjoon spied your timid form, and offered a dimpled smile.

"Hello Y/n"

"Hello Namjoon" you reply politely. He gestured to his hybrids

"This is Seokjin and Jimin. Jin is a sugar glider, and Jimin is a cat like you. I got Jin first, and then Jimin because sugar gliders are more suited to having a companion to be around, so they don't get lonely." Namjoon explains.

"Why not have two sugar gliders?" You question curiously, then freeze. "I-I'm sorry, that was rude" you stutter out. Namjoon shakes his head with a smile

"You're fine. I was originally, but I found Jimin at a shelter and took him home instead. And Jin seems to enjoy his company well enough" Namjoon patted Seokjin's shoulder and the sugar glider gave a shy smile. Jimin flicked his tail and gave Jin a grin

"I would sure hope he likes me, we've been living together for 3 years" He snorts and Seokjin laughs. Hoseok watched you cautiously, seeing how you reacted. So far you didn't seem uncomfortable, which was a good sign.

"Let's sit down Kitten" he murmurs, walking towards the couches and you follow immediately. Namjoon sits in a chair, beginning a conversation with Hoseok immediately and you curled up and watched them silently. A dip in the couch informed you of another presence. You turned to see Jimin grinning back at you. Your eyes widen, a rush of anxiety pricked your nerves at his closeness, but he remained a respectable distance, folding his legs to face towards you.

"Hi. I'm Jimin" he says casually.

"Y/n" you reply shyly. Jimin was incredibly beautiful, and that made you a bit uneasy towards him. But your shyness only made his grin widen. "You don't need to be shy Y/n. I'm good" he affirms. Seokjin had come into your line of sight, drifting away from Namjoon to sit on the floor next to Jimin. His eyes were fixed on you. "And this is Seokjin, but we all call him Jin." Jimin reaches over and runs his hand gently through Seokjin's hair, and the hybrid hummed in content. "he doesn't talk much, but when he does he makes awful jokes" Jimin laughs, and you join in. Seokjin gave Jimin an affronted look.

"I don't make awful jokes! They're witty and hilarious" Seokjin snaps, his pride wounded.

"Can I hear one?" You ask politely, and Seokjin turns to you, and his eyes brighten

"Really?" He says with excitement

"Yeah, I've never heard a lot of jokes." You shrug and Seokjin gives a gasp of horror.

"Well don't worry Y/n, I have more than enough jokes to go around"

"Unfortunately" Jimin huffs, but the twinkle in his eye showed his true colors of teasing. Seokjin swats his arm and glares

"Oh hush you enjoy them. You laugh every time" Jimin giggles and it caused you to join. Okay, so maybe other hybrids weren't so bad, at least these two aren't. "Okay Y/n here's a joke."

"I'm ready" you affirm

"What did the ocean say to the other ocean?" Seokjin asks. You cock your head.

"What?"

"Nothing. It just waved" Seokjin said, and immediately started to giggle and Jimin laughed. You joined them, and soon all three of you were in fits of laughter over a joke that wasn't even that funny.

"Seems their getting along well" Namjoon comments as he takes a sip of the soda Hoseok had given him. Hoseok looks over, seeing how engrossed you were with the two hybrids, one in particular. Gone was your nervousness, and you were scooted closer to Jimin as he told a story. Your eyes bright as you listened intently, ears pricked and tail curled delicately in your lap. Some type of emotion clenched inside his stomach, and a jealous feeling overtook him seeing how well you got along with the make hybrids. Hoseok quickly turned to look back at Namjoon.

"Yeah, that's good isn't it? She'd been nervous before, but now she's comfortable. That's great" Hoseok says, taking a long drink of his own soda. Namjoon raises his eyebrows, humming in response.

"Yes. I was worried they'd intimate her, Jin's so tall and Jimin has a personality to him" Namjoon rolled his eyes. "But I'm glad they're getting along. The boys seem happy too." Hoseok nods, taking another drink of his soda, not being able to push away the angry feeling thats was well mannered and said nothing but nice and polite things to you, even complimented your looks and blushed like he was a kitten again. Namjoon hadn't seen Jimin like this for awhile, and he wished he new why Hoseok thought his cat hybrid would harm you.

'It's first owner paranoia' he decided abstractly. 'I must have been like that with Jin when I first got him.' Now memories of Namjoon always hovering around Seokjin when he took him to the park came into mind. How his anxiety caught up to him with he saw Seokjin interacting with other hybrids, always afraid they'd hurt him or say something nasty towards his sweet sugar glider. But the hybrids were always friendly, enjoying Seokjin's presence just as much as the hybrid did with them. Which lead Namjoon into adopting Jimin, he felt bad for leaving Seokjin all alone whole he worked, and Seokjin wasn't one do deal with loneliness well, thus Jimin came to their lives, and they've been happy since.

"Thanks for having me over" Namjoon chides when he stood in the doorway a while later. The sun was about to set, and it was nearly time to eat supper. Hoseok had extended the invitation for dinner, but Namjoon waved him off. He could tell the racer was on edge and he wanted to get home as well, knowing cuddles were within reach.

"No problem, you're always welcome" Hoseok told him.

"Don't worry too much okay Hoseok? You're doing a good job" Namjoon told him. Hoseok blinked

"What?"

"With Y/n. You're doing fine. I could tell you were on edge, but don't worry it gets easier. She's a wonderful hybrid. You're lucky" Namjoon nodded, and clapped Hoseok's shoulder before walking down the drive to his car. Hoseok closed the door, a small frown on his lips. It quickly turned into a smile when you walked up to him and watched him.

"Are you okay Hoseok?" You ask. He nods distractedly.

"I'm fine. Did you have fun?" He asks nonchalantly as he went and sat down on the couch. You joined him, sitting down next to him. Your ears perked at the question and your eyes lit up.

"Yes! Thank you for letting them come over. Jimin is really sweet and Seokjin - Jin I mean- is really funny. They tell good stories and Jimin came from a home like I used to have. But just like me, someone good found him and now he's happy" You grin. Hoseok smiled at you, his heart swelling at your happiness.

"And you're happy here?" He asks cautiously.

"Absolutely" you tell him firmly. "Do you- do you think they can come over again? Namjoon, Jimin and Jin I mean" you ask shyly. Your eyes were wide, and it was almost like you were giving him puppy eyes despite being a cat. Hoseok felt like putty in your gaze.

"Of course, anything you want kitten "Oh God, how was he going to resist you?

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Are you still taking drabble requests? If so, I'd love to see what happens the first time Isak spends the night at Even's 🤗😍

“Are you sure this is okay?”

Even hardly looks up from where he is climbing up his ladder to his bed, tearing white sheets off the corners and throwing them down. Isak barely dodges being nailed in the face, but life is hard and his boyfriend is a brat.

Even peeks down from the rail-side that prevents him from rolling off the bed in the middle of the night, “What do you mean?”

What does he mean? Was Even not there for the stare-down his father totally gave Isak? Did he not see the way his dad calmly burned a hole through Isak’s very core? Like his son was pure and virginal and at risk of being defiled by Isak? (Which HA. If there was anyone being defiled tonight, it is going to be Isak thankyouverymuch).

“I’m not sure your parents are very cool with me spending the night.”

This looks like news to Even. His eyebrows shoot up, and he tosses a pillow right at Isak’s chest, “They totally are. They love you.”

Yeah love him from afar. Like in the guest room far. Like maybe not even in the apartment far. "Uh-huh.“

Isak takes a sniff of the pillow, "This smells terrible. When was the last time you changed your sheets.”

Another pillow came flying at him.

“Don’t start with me," Sheets and pillows cleared from the lofted bed, Even began his descent down. (and Isak totally isn’t looking at his ass with every step because he is a respectable boy who would never objectify his boyfriend.) "When was the last time I even slept here? That’s like months of sweat and dirt just sitting there in that case.”

Isak dropped the pillow like it burned him, “That’s fucking nasty. Now I have your germs and shit on me.”

Even snorted, crossing the room to give Isak a quick peck on the forehead before moving into the hallway, "Shut up. One, you love the way I smell. Two, that’s not nearly the worst stuff of mine you’ve had on you.“

Isak grinned and turned the corner to follow him out in the hall, "See, but I don’t consider your come-”

A throat clears and Isak wants to crawl into a hole and die a thousand deaths.

Because-

Because.

Because Even’s father is right fucking there. A hulking mass (okay so he’s like 7 ft tall and skinny as fuck, but still) standing in the doorway of what must be a guest bathroom or something. Towels are bunched in his hands and a slow flush is creeping up his neck.

But it’s got nothing on the way Isak is slowly turning purple.

He. Wants. To. Die.

He squeaks, “-come..ing. I’m coming, Even, did you call me? I think you totally just called me and I am… on my way. To you right now.”

Even pops back around the corner to witness Isak’s slow dematerialization.

Eskild’s fucking sex talk has nothing on this moment.

And Even, the absolute fuck, just starts laughing his ass off. Right there in the hallway as Isak and his father awkwardly avoid each other’s gaze. Or rather, Isak doesn’t look up from the ground and who the fuck knows where Even’s father is looking.

Even pats his dad on the shoulder, “Sorry, dad. I guess you didn’t need to hear that.”

“Nope,” he clears his throat and Isak looks up just enough for Even’s father to thrust the folded towels at him, “For when you guys shower. Alone. Or not alone- whatever you guys do. Together in the shower.” He winces and covers his mouth, "I’m going to leave now.“

He turns to the living room and marches the rest of the way out of the hallway.

Even and Isak stand in silence for a few moments.

"Oh my god,” Isak whispers, “I have to leave. I can’t ever come back here.”

“Baby,” Even says, and from the way his lips are twitching, Isak knows he’s trying to hold in laughter, “It’s fine. It’s not like they don’t know that we have sex.”

Isak shushes him, “Knowing and knowing are two different things!”

Even grins.

“Well now they definitely know. So it’s not a big deal,” he slides his arms around Isak’s waist and steers him back towards his room, “I’m going to grab the clean sheets. You stay in here and try not to give my dad a heart attack, alright?”

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Later on, when they are both squeezed up top in Even’s bed- squeezed being the fucking main word because Isak is half on top of Even and he still hardly has room to breathe and the round of sex Even insisted on having because its his childhood bed Isak how can we not, involved more bruises of the not fun kind than he’s gotten all year (but also it was pretty hot sex with the wa Even’s hand had to cover Isak’s mouth to keep from making noise)- they rest.

Even is playing with Isak’s damp curls and Isak is tracing mindless patterns alongside Even’s collarbone. “You know my dad really does like you, right?”

Isak winces, “Can we not talk about that right now.”

“We have to.” Even huffs a laugh that Isak can feel with every breath, “He really does though. He never let Sonja stay the night when we were still together. Plus he made up the bathroom for you. That’s basically a stamp of approval.”

“I literally admitted to have having your come on me at one point.”

“One point?”

“Fuck you.”

Even laughs, “Yeah he found that hilarious. I heard him and mom talking in the kitchen about it. They love how awkward you are.”

Isak puffs his chest out, “I’m not awkward. I’m literally the farthest thing from awkward.”

“Uh-huh,” Even brushes his hand down Isak’s back, “So cool. But if I promise that they both love you, will you stop freaking out about it? They want you here, Isak. Especially because wherever you are, I am.”

Isak rolls his eyes, “You really are the sappiest fuck-”

A pair of arms tighten around him hard enough to where Isak splutters and cuts off, “Are we good?”

Isak groans, “Yeah, it’s good. I’ll just- neglect to further mention how many times I’ve been acquainted with your dick.”

“I agree with that plan.”

Isak picks his head up from Even’s chest, “Although… my memory is getting pretty hazy. Maybe I should like- reacquaint myself?”

And then Even is laughing and Isak is attempting to shimmy his way downward and all thoughts of parents quickly fade from mind.

#skam #my drabble! #evak