#jk it only actually took four days

[7ndipity]

False Pretenses

fwb!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Just how fair does the ‘benefits’ aspect between Friends with Benefits actually extend? Based on this meme.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: crack to fluff, suggestive moments and ending, swearing, Jk has side by side washer/dryer units cause it’s funnier, reader’s referred to as ‘Ma’am’, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Sorry it took me soo long to get to, I hope you’ll still like it tho! (I’ll also be posting a couple more pieces with this pairing in the next couple weeks, so keep your eyes peeled if you liked this)

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It was the type of text you had gotten more than used to receiving from him over the past few months, smirking down at your phone as you waited for the elevator in his building.

“Need you so bad rn. Come over?❤”

The heart was a new addition, he must be feeling particularly needy today, you thought to yourself as the elevator doors finally opened.

Since the two of you had established this new part of your friendship, it was rare for you to go more than four or five days without receiving some variation of the same short message from him.

You were still slightly surprised by his text, seeing as you had only been over the night before, but you weren’t complaining by any means. Though you may have enjoyed pretending that Jungkook was the needier one in your arrangement, if you were completely honest, you were just as affected by him, finding yourself missing him on the nights you didn’t spend together.

When he opened the door, you noticed he looked a little more disheveled than usual, his hair sticking up all over the place, as if he’d been running his hands through it, a habit you knew he did when he was stressed.

“You got here fast.” He noted, letting you into the apartment.

“Well, your text made it sound kinda urgent, didn’t want to leave you waiting too long.” You said, wandering through into the living room, slowing to a stop as you caught sight of the chaotic state of the space, cleaning supplies and laundry scattered around, furniture moved all out of place.

“What happened in here?” You asked, turning back to Jungkook, who was now avoiding your eyes. “Koo?”

“I lied, I didn’t want sex.” He said guiltily, looking up at you. “I need you to help me clean.”

“I-, what?” You blinked at him, unsure if you heard him correctly.

He slumped back against the counter, looking stressed as he ran his hand through his hair again. ”My parents decided to surprise me by announcing they’re coming to visit tomorrow, but I’ve done nothing but sleep since I got home from tour last week, so the house is a fucking mess and everything’s a disaster and I need help, please.” He pleaded, staring at you.

You immediately began pulling your coat back on, turning back towards the door. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Y/n, please!” He quickly followed after you, catching your sleeve. “I’ll do anything you want! I’ll buy you dinner, I’ll rub your back, I’ll even let you pick what we watch for a month!”

You paused, turning to look back at him with a raised brow. “Even if I want to re-watch ‘Our Beloved Summer’ for a third time?”

He bit lip, trying to fight back a pained grimace before nodding slowly. “Whatever you want.”

You stared at him for a long moment.

“Fine.” You said reluctantly, caving as you saw the genuine desperation in his eyes. You could never say no to him.

“Thank you!” He sang, catching you in a tight hug and spinning you around in a circle. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

“Yeah, whatever,” You grumbled as he set you back on your feet. “Where do we start?”

“Laundry room?” He offered. “It’s mostly done, I just need to vacuum behind the machines.”

Do you really think your mom’s gonna look back there?” You raised a brow, following him down the hall.

“She’s very thorough.” He said seriously.

“Fair enough.” You shrugged. “I don’t quite see why I’m necessary for this part though?”

“I was afraid if I tried to clean back there by myself, I’d slip and get stuck or die.”

“So you want me to slip and die behind your washer instead?” You shot him an accusatory look.

“No! I’ll hold onto you and keep you safe,” He smiled reassuringly. “You know, like the buddy system.”

“I thought the buddy system was for camping so you didn’t get lost or eaten by bears?”

“It’s a multi-purpose system!” He said, his earlier agitation starting to flare up again at your teasing. “Are you gonna help me or not?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it, pass me the vacuum.” You relented, boosting yourself up on top of the dryer.

He held onto your hips to keep you balanced as you cleaned, his mind beginning to wander as he stared at your ass, his fingers starting to slowly knead your flesh absent-mindedly.

“Koo.” You warned, shooting him a quick look.

“Right, sorry.” He snapped back to attention, ceasing his movements and focusing back on the task at hand.

You finished up quickly, passing the vacuum attachment back to him and letting him help you down.

“Thank you.” He said.

“You’re welcome.” You answered, looking around expectantly. “What’s next?”

The apartment wasn’t nearly as bad of a mess as he claimed it to be, but it still took both of you several hours of work to get everything back in order, finishing off with laundry and changing all the bedding.

“Why are these sticky?!” You asked, mildly horrified as you helped him strip the sheets off his bed.

“Relax, it’s just caramel sauce.” He said.

You looked up at him confused. “We didn’t use-?”

“No no, that was just me,” He explained quickly. “I had ice cream last night.”

“Without me?!” You said, clutching your chest in feign hurt, making him roll his eyes as he let out a huff of laughter.

“I’ll add that to the list of things I need to make up for, okay?” He said.

“Eh, it’s better than where my mind went.” You said, only half joking as you grabbed the fresh sheets from him and turned back to the bed. “Almost thought you were fucking around behind my back for a second there.”

Facing away from him, you missed the way his expression suddenly turned serious as he looked at you. “I would never.”

It was strange, despite the supposedly ‘casual’ nature of your arrangement, you both found yourselves making little comments like that, words and exchanges that sounded a lot more like things said between a committed couple, rather than just two friends helping each other out till you found something more serious.

“Alright, I think that’s everything.” You said, snapping him out of his thoughts. You had finished making up the bed, even turning down the covers for him.

“Thank you, y/n.” He said gratefully. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Probably called Hobi.” You smirked, making him snort.

“Now, you promised me food, and if you lie to me twice in the same day, I’m dumping your ass.” You said, earning another laugh from him.

“Alright, whatever you want, just like I said.” He said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss.

“Although, if you wanted, I could make up for my false pretenses from earlier in a different way?” He offered, eyes darkening slightly as his hands drifted over your hips

You lightly shoved his hands away. “Not a chance, Loverboy, I’m way too tired now. You’ll have to try and ‘make it up to me’ some other time.”

“How about tomorrow?” He said, eyes twinkling mischievously, looping his arms around your waist instead to keep you close.

“I thought your parents were coming over tomorrow?” You reminded, raising a brow at him.

“You could come over after.” He suggested. “Hell, you could even come to dinner with us, my parents like getting to meet my friends.”

“Friends?” You looked up at him skeptically.

“Yeah, what?” He laughed, squeezing you lightly.

“Do you let your other friends suck your di-?”

“They don’t need to know the details of our relationship!” He said quickly, his face flushing slightly, making you snicker. “You’re still my friend, one of my best friends actually.” He added, in a soft tone.

The way he said it made your heart twist in a weird way, though you didn’t quite understand why.

“So?” He asked, staring down at you hopefully. “Will you come?”

You chewed your lip, considering. It felt like a really big commitment to meet his family, regardless of what your relationship was, but you tell it would mean a lot to him if you said yes.

“I’ll think about it.” You said finally.

He beamed.

“Thank you!” He said, leaning in to kiss you again, his lips lingering longer this time, tracing over yours lightly, making you shiver.

You pressed closer to him, hooking your arms around his neck as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue delve into his mouth as his hands grip on your waist tightened.

When you pulled back for air, his pupils were blown wide, eyes almost black as he stared down at you, breathing heavily.

“Take your shirt off.” You ordered, your breaths equally unsteady.

“But I thought you said-?”

“I changed my mind.” You cut him off, tugging at the fabric impatiently. “Shirt off, now.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

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[dnsbarbie]

DEAR READER | C.L16 (THREE)

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x Ferrari Intern!OC

Warnings: Google translated french, Complex relationship, resisting the urge to jump each other’s bones (jk 1/2)

Parts: one | two | three | four

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NATALIA VALLE WAS NOT a nobody. Or at least, that was what her father used to tell her. All her life, she endured loneliness from her inability to make and keep relationships. Perhaps it was a trait passed down through her family. She wasn’t quite sure. It took her a while to accept her predicament and as she was just beginning to embrace the path to nunnery, Susie Wolff appeared out of thin air.

The rest? Well, here it was. At North Holland, Netherlands. Circuit Zandvoort, to be more specific.

Natalia strode through the area, eyes subtly darting through the space. She tried her best to even out her breathing. Deep down she knew this wouldn’t be any different from the previous days.

Opening up her senses, she was greeted by the slowly increasing noises of screaming fans, colliding with the guide’s booming voice echoing out from the numerous speakers encircling the stands.

Her head began to feel a dull pounding sensation. If it was the jet lag, now would be the worst time for it to come barreling to her face.

Oh no—

“Natalia! Natalia!”

“Great. . .” She muttered. Her fingers gripped tightly at the colorful lanyards crumpled in her hands before mustering up her best smile at the reporter practically running to her.

Just like that, her peace was destroyed same as yesterday and the day before.

She met him half way, twitching at how careless he shoved that big ass mic he had to her face.

Lowering down the object, she kept her polite gaze.

“Wonderful to see you here, Natalia!” He exclaimed, baring a toothy grin at her.

“Yes, it’s great to finally attend other races, for sure.” She nodded.

Before he even speaks, Natalia grumbles internally. She knew the look he gave him. It’s one of those looks that reports tend to give her before they ask something that they think she’ll be okay with, only to come at her with a full blown pompous comment in an attempt to humiliate her.

“Daddy Toto’s paying extra, eh?” On contrary to his guffawing figure, Natalia stood unfazed, simply chuckling despite the burning desire to rip this man’s remaining hair out his old balding head.

“Ferrari, actually.” She quipped, watching the confusion etch onto his face as his laugh dies down.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m doing my internship in Ferrari,” She simpered at the him. “I’ll be graduating from university in a few months, you see.”

“I—I see!” Not surprising either that he’s got more up his agitating sleeve. “And what of Mercedes? Why did you not choose to work there?”

“I don’t choose,” She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. “This opportunity was given to me and I am extremely grateful. It’s an honor to be working for Ferrari.”

She visibly held her breath as a herd of voices invaded behind the interviewer. Blood rushed to her ears as she realized they were getting closer.

She confirmed her suspicion as she peaked through, spotting the the sea of journalists trying to get past the security line.

“Natalia!”

“NATALIA! WHERE’S TOTO?”

“Is it true that you moved in with the Wolffs’?”

“Natalia! A moment please!”

“What’s going with you and Charles Leclerc?”

“Nice meeting you!” She hurried, as she turned her attention back to the previous torn on her side, nodding politely. “I’m afraid I must be going now. Hope you enjoy the race!” She waved to the other raging journalists, squinting as their chants of her name got louder.

Sprinting away to the Ferrari paddock, she sighed. She pushed the glass doors open, breathing in the comforting scent of lavender. This quiet atmosphere instantly brightened her mood.

Elation spread to her lips at the sight the delectable food on the buffet table. Delight flamed through her eyes at the sight of the various selection of Dutch delicacies.

She scanned the table, quite fascinated with each of the names written on a signage corresponding to the food. Grabbing a small plate, she picked out a few, such as sphere-shaped snacks called Bitterballen and Krudnoten. A happy sway parked in her as she noticed a Stroopwafel truck outside, making a mental note to stop by later.

“Halo, linda!”

She whirled around, a plaesant smile blossoming on her lips as the man with the most gorgeous hair in the grid, as they say, approaches her.

“Carlos! Long time no see!” Natalia said, bringing him into a short hug.

“It is, indeed. I hear you work for Charles now,” He wiggles his eyebrows at her, chuckling as her smile quickly faded

“Not for him,” She denies, putting her palm up. “I’m working with h— yeah okay, I am.” Drooping in defeat, she glares at Carlos’ amused smirk.

“So?” He asks, as if expecting her to understand.

“So, what?” She raises her brows.

“Do you like it?” He asks. “Working for him, that is.”

She tilts her head, biting into one of the treats on her plate. “His social media presence is getting better because of me . . .” Pride swells in her smile. “And I get to boss him around too. I’d say it’s not as bad as I thought. More fans for him equals more money for me.”

Carlos chortles at the brunette’s blatant response to which she joins in, giving him a high five. Their laughter was interrupted by the clamor from the outside.

A simultaneous air of exasperation crossed their minds, briefly casting a glance at one another at the sight of the countless cameras pointing towards their direction, zeroing in on them like they were Sea World’s latest attraction.

They waved at the clicking cameras, building up practiced smiles.

“The only thing missing is a hoop for us to jump through,” Natalia joked, nearly flying away from the force of Carlos’ whack on her arm.

She concealed her laughter, gripping onto his bicep for mental support as Carlos failed to control the hideous snort coming out of his mouth.

To the people outside, Sea World bearing the most valuable and interesting creatures has took a turn to become a mental institute where, apparently, the patients were graciously yanking and hitting each other in the midst of terribly cloaked hysterics.

Heavy hands weighed in on the shoulders of said mental patients, each baring their own expression of terror as the turned their backs to the audience outside and onto Ferrari’s Team Principal.

“Enjoying ourselves, aren’t we?” Fred quizzed, narrowing his gaze as he watched the merriment slowly melt away from their faces. “Natalia, Charles is asking for you. He’s in his drivers lounge?”

Without thinking, Natalia grimaced at the order. “In his driver’s lounge? Why does he need me—” She clamped her mouth shut, giving into the cutting glare staring into her soul. “Driver’s lounge. Got it!” Spinning around, zooming into the hall of the drivers lounge.

“What do you think?” Charles query was accompanied by a smirk of plume as he finished his pitch.

His company stood frigid, mouth twitching with her eyes on him. “I— I don’t—” A string of laughter erupted from her, doubling over as she struggled to regulate air.

Charles eyed her wildly amused figure crumple onto the floor, a smile slipping onto his face at the cheery atmosphere of his room.

“Is that even— allowed?” She managed to get out, look up at him and wiping away the tear pebbling at ducks.

Charles raises his hands, smirking at her. “It was your idea first!” He accused, pointing a finger at her.

She scoffed, getting to her feet before sitting down on the small bed of the driver’s room. “It was a joke!”

“Well, it sounds good to me,” He shrugged, grabbing his gloves in a compartment at the foot of his bed.

“No it doesn’t!” Natalia laughed again, head throwing back at the seriousness of Charles’ tone. “I am not making a montage of you with Usher’s Daddy’s home playing in the background!”

Charles gasp, laying a hand on his chest, feigning offense as he looked at her. “Oh come on!”

“No, you come on!” She retorted, as laughter continued to spill out of her mouth.

Reached towards the giggling body on the bed, placing his gloved hands on her shoulders. “Why not?” He mocked a whine, watching as her smile reached her eyes.

Even with protective gear on his hands, the warmth of her skin somehow found a way to seep onto his palms. As if the heat had crawled up in his brain, he pushed against her shoulders, relishing at the surprised squeak tumbling out her mouth as her back hit the mattress.

Her eyes blown into a pair of saucers, swallowing noticeably at the weight of his stare.

“What are you doing?” The tremor in her voice sent delightful shivers down Charles’ ego.

He dug into the confinements of his restraint as her delicate palm laid on his chest. The feverish heat worsened as she made no effort to push him away, merely blinding him with those rich mahogany irises—pulling him into an endless stream of desire.

She looks at him as if she wanted her to know that he can’t have her. Boarded into place, backed into the corner with no where to go.

“Stop looking at me like that—” He whispers, baring a grit of his teeth.

Despite the constricting grip on her dazed state, Natalia responded, soft and lightheaded. “What?”

Exasperated, Charles dropped his head on her shoulder, not missing the slight flinch of her body as he inhaled the flowery scent of her clothing.

“You—” He started, breath fanning onto her ear as he lifted his head. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me . . . Natalia,”

“We— we can’t. . .” She stuttered as conflicting thoughts troubled her mind. At Charles’ groan of protest, she shuts her eyes, hoping to gain enough composure.

And when she does, she cleared her throat, warding off the trembling sound of uncertainty.

“You know we can’t,” At the height of her sense, Charles woke up from the root of his fantasies, nodding his.

“Yes. . .” He mumbled, laying her chest, arms going around her waist. “I know— I know— I just— how about this—”

“Charles—” She sighed, ready to decline him.

He silenced her, rushing to overpower her voice. “If I win today, I take you out to dinner—” Seeing as she was about to intrude, he raised his palm up. “Just dinner. Nothing more. Just you and me.”

Her stiffening posture exuded hesitation, prompting Charles to rub comforting circles with his thumb on her waist.

Anxiety skyrocketed in her veins, her arm draped on Charles’ back, palm splayed. Like a broken record, the imaginative image of the past kept flashing in between the cracks of her current reality.

Charles grew concerned as her breath labored, hand suddenly clasping at the fabric of his fireproofs as if he’ll disappear if she releases him.

“Hey,” Charles cooed, immediately brushing her hair back after nervousness completely taking over her features. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

His hand slid down to her cheek, stroking her paled skin, successfully catching her attention.

In a second, the withering blocks of emotion’s disappeared. In it’s place was a tired sigh, and a pat on Charles’ back.

He furrowed at the sudden change, and how quickly she threw away the deep seated thoughts troubling her mind.

“A lot.” She stated, licking her lips. “But if you insist, then — okay.”

The Monegasque stared at her, unblinkingly. Unsure what to make of the fast-paced situation.

He did want it. However, the droll in her voice withered the excitement he initially felt. Heaviness countered the supposed delight of his agenda.

It made him more curious and worried as to what had caused her to be that way. Natalia Valle was the embodiment of spilled sun rays when he first saw her interacting with the Toto Wolff in the Marcedes garage.

But looking at her now, all the bright twinkle in her eyes had been lost in a maze of darkness.

“Alright.” He assessed her disheveled state, slowly standing up. “I’ll see you after the race,”

Natalia managed a small smile, reaching her hand up for assistance. Charles took it, pulling her up into a sitting position. His hand tilted up her head, having her look him straight in the eyes.

“Do your best,” the glint of anticipation in her eyes were hard to ignore, as she took Charles’ wrist in a gentle hold.

They nearly jumped out of their skin as a loud knock echoed through the room.

“Charles! It’s time!” It was Nicolas.

The pair shared a look, Natalia baring a reassuring smile to Charles who gives her a thankful nod.

The realization of Natalia’s whereabout came crashing down in a high speed collision as the roaring of the engines resounded across the hall.

She was about to witness a Formula One race.

And even with the vicious claws of anxiety latching at her wits and thunderstorms forming clouds on her head, maybe—just maybe fulfilling her childhood dreams is enough to block everything out for just a moment.

The words; Lights out and away we go, seemed too long ago. The Ferrari garage bathed in chaos. Fred Vasseuer red faced, eyes wide with frustration coursing through his veins. Said veins could also be seen surfacing on the sides of his neck as he screams through his mic connected to the drivers’ ears.

On his feet, his hand slapped against the wooden table, creating a resounding bang that can be heard underneath the headphone-encapsulated ears of Natalia.

As one could tell, even from the stands, Ferrari was not having a great race.

“NO! NO!” Fred’s strident wail pierced Natalia’s ears, causing her to squint and move the left bud off her hearing premises.

She watched helplessly as the red Formula One car adorning the number 16 rounded the corner, before coming in contact with a bright orange McLaren.

Natalia’s heart felt like it would combust into a million pieces as it quickened at the sight of the collision. Through the fog of her aching head, she stepped forward to get a better view.

“Damage,” Dread filled her bones as the words came trembling. “I— think I have floor damage. . .”

Chills kissing at her fingertips, Natalia held them together close to her chest, seemingly like a silent prayer.

“Copy.” His engineer, Xavier Marcos Pardros responded. “Keep driving. We pit later.”

Silent pleas of betterment flooded Natalia’s brain as she watched Charles perform with a half-broken vehicle.

She wasn’t an expert on anything related to Formula One. No, however, she was aware that damages to the car commonly entails a bad omen which eventually leads to a retirement.

The tormenting suspense of what’s to come bit at Natalia’s sane conciliation, hands clutching at her sides. Her dilated eyes darted through the screen, focused on Charles’ car. His wheels were visibly wavering as the race dragged on. The extent of the damage slowly catching up to him.

“There’s no down force!” Natalia flinched at the strain in his voice.

A gloomy atmosphere manifested inside the garage as everyone received the words. The limit had been reached as the car was slowly losing its vivacious speed. He was deliberately losing control of the car and finally, as he turned, he drove directly onto a wall, a tire getting caught in the metallic borders of the track.

“You okay?” Xavi radioed.

“Yeah yeah—It’s a—sorry, guys—fuck. . .”

It was deafening, the silence. Only, excluding for the painful cries of self-loathing in resonating through Natalia’s headphones. She had to cover her eyes at the impact of the crash, as the pounding of her heart refused to settle down.

“Ah—fucking—FUCK!”

Natalia slid her headphones down to rest at her neck, hands shaking at the disappointment that echoed through Charles’ voice. She didn’t have the capacity to listen through the mournful anguish that flooded at her sympathy.

Without her headphones, she looked at the screen. A safety car has been deployed and the camera zoomed in on Charles climbing out the car. Frustration showing on his movements despite having a full body protective gear. He slammed his hands on the halo of his car as he stood up, before sliding his gloves off his hands, practically ripping them in the process.

“We focus on Sainz, now,” Fred droned, defeated as he molded back into his seat.

Charles couldn’t hear a thing aside from the organ protected by his ribcage pump at a merciless pace. His skin flushed underneath all the gear, as if it was weighing down his sanity further. His steps heavy as he strode to the Ferrari garage. A single thought crossing his mind.

There she sat, worry simmering at the pout of her lips, reflecting greatly with the dim clouding her eyes. As he neared her hunched form, she whipped around, gaping at him with an apologetic look on her face.

She was robbed of the chance to say something as he hauled her off her seat, strong grip on her arm. He dragged her with him, failing to take regard of Natalia’s worried glance at not only him, but most especially the pile of reporters crowding in front of the garage.

She tried to yank herself away from him but her strength was no match for his.

Xavi was quick to intervene just as they were out of the public eye.

“Charles!” He hissed, pulling at the angered Monegasque.

Natalia’s shock was as prominent as the tsunami of distaste cloaking Charles face. His brows pinned into a pointed stem, eyes shamelessly staring daggers and defeating Xavi’s own anger at the driver’s rash anger.

“Vous ne vous souciez pas de votre réputation?” Do you not care about your reputation? Xavi stressed, pushing at Charles’ chest as if to shake him back into rationality.

His loud scoff stabbed into Natalia’s hearing, causing her to wince. It differed entirely to whenever they were engaged in horseplay. The sweetened teasing was long gone, adamantly supplemented with bone-rattling fury.

“Ma réputation était foutue depuis longtemps!” My reputation was fucked long ago! He roared, retaliating with a hard shove of his own that sent Xavi propelling on the opposite wall.

“Charles!” Natalia shrieked, recovering from her frozen shock. “Calm the fuck down—” She went to check on the possibly injured man but the restraining grip on her arm contained her.

The protest died in her throat as the race engineer raised his hand, looking at her with reassuring ease. She was about to offer her more help but he simply upped and left like it was nothing.

Displeasure swam in her consciousness as Charles pulled her along with him to his room. He opened the door, urging her to sit down on her previous spot.

Like a controlled robotic figure, she complied. The energy to yell at him for his inappropriate behavior diminished as she came face to face with him.

Beneath the proper lighting, the marks left by his helmet scrawled lines onto his face. His tired eyes drooped in despair along with the noticeable sag of his shoulders as he arranged his racing gear.

Natalia observed he placed his helmet on the counter, fingers dragging on the shell, inducing a scrapping sound that matched his emotions.

He turned to face her, treading towards her in a slow manner. His knees hit the floor as he kneeled down to Natalia’s level.

Short puffs of breath lammed from her lungs at how little the expanse contained. She looked away, aware of the oddity in her stare.

“I didn’t win.”

The same disappointment lathered his tone but it was the arm he looped around her waist that caught her attention back to him.

She instantly wished she resisted the urge to look back as she was plowed down by his pleading crystalline orbs. Unable to tear her eyes from this hypnotic beauty, she wetted her chapped lips.

“That’s okay. . .” Natalia cringed at her weak assurance, but nonetheless weaved her fingers through his damp hair as if to compensate.

Charles flickered his eyes close as Natalia began to massage his scalp, the stress from the race draining away from his bones with every glide of her careful and dainty digits.

Natalia cocked her head to the side as Charles’ face relaxed, the lines on his forehead were no longer visible and his lips now rested into a soft smile.

“I’m sorry,” He grunted, tightening his grasp on her mid-section. “You’re gonna be all over the news.”

She bit her lips at the topic. Despite her awareness of the situation, she had completely ignored it, putting Charles’ ragging actions at a priority.

“They say things all the time,” She quipped, giving his brown locks a slight tug that got him to open his eyes and look into hers. The sincerity of his regret reflected in them. “At the very least, Toto being my alleged sugar daddy will finally stop. . .”

Charles knew that it was a prod to make him feel better, yet he took it without hesitation. His negative emotions were immediately dethroned at the sight of Natalia’s teasing smirk.

He bellowed out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back. “You’d rather have them think the engagement rumors are true?”

She screwed her face up, whacking him on the shoulder. “No, I’m just saying, it’d be nice if people stirred away from that repulsing narrative.”

“Maybe it’s ‘cause you looked like a hooker,”

Her jaw slacked, staring him down in the most disbelieving light she could ever imagine.

“Fuck off!” She giggled, stopping the vibration of his shoulders by landing a sportive punch near his chest.

A moment passes before Charles gains the courage to part Natalia’s denim-clad thighs, watching her reaction as he went further.

Seeing as there was no discomfort in her eyes, he slotted himself between the warmth of her legs, arms bracing his left arm beside her thigh while the other retained on her waist.

“I’m still on for that dinner, if you’re good to go. . .” Natalia wondered, tilting her head at him.

“Are you?” He hummed, drawing innocent patterns on the skin of her waist.

Goosebumps rose in the wake of Charles’ touch. He had risen the knitted top Natalia had worn, leaving the exposed skin at his mercy.

“It’s just dinner.” Her firm determination amused Charles, giving her a reassuring smile.

“It is.” He confirmed. “But I’d rather order in— I’m not up to be roasted in public after today.”

Natalia sympathized with his decision, squeezing his shoulder in the hopes to comfort him. “Of course, I understand.” She taps his cheek, pinching it softly between her finger.

Staying here would be the most logical option.

Her attempt to stand was quickly halted, as Charles’ arm on her waist pulled her back down.

A glint of confusion painted on both their features for different reasons.

“Where you going?”

“You said you wanted to order in.” She blinked owlishly at him, trying to figure out the miscommunication.

“I do.” He said, striking her with one of his compelling looks. “So, tell me what you want to eat,”

The wheeled dinged in Natalia’s bemused thoughts, nodding her head as she began to understand his implications.

“Oh—Oh! With me!” She amassed, as if assuring herself. At Charles’ validation, she started to think about her choice. “I’m not very good at picking specific food. I only look at the description and hope for the best, really.”

Charles smiled at her sheepish expression, bobbing his head in understanding. “Alright. I’ll order for you then.”

He got to his feet, shocking Natalia as he began unzipping his race suit.

She immediately looked away, face warming at the abrupt action. Shifting her gazing anywhere aside from the man appearing to be planning to undress in front of her.

Natalia swore she could hear the annoying smile growing on his lips as he said, “Relax I’m not taking my clothes off here. I still have to get an ice bath. We’ll go after.”

“Yeah— wait. . . Hold on, go where?” She questioned, raising her eyebrows.

Charles stalked to the door, laying his hand on the knob. His gaze lingered at Natalia’s, adoring the boiling thoughts evidently stowing in her eyes.

“Where else? At my apartment, of course.”

Oh— order in!

“You didn’t think we’d stay here all night, did you?”

Yes, she did. Embarrassingly so.

“Shut up, English isn’t my first language.” She grunted, hoping to save face.

Unsurprisingly, Charles crushed it as easily. Laughing at her futile attempt. “Mine too.”

She sighed, shooing him away. “Go jump in your ice water or whatever.”

Laughter rang through the halls as he opened the door, smile broadening at her crimson dusted cheeks.

He sent her a wink before leaving her to her own cluttered thoughts. She caught herself mapping out the possible scenarios that could take place in Charles’ apartment, weaving away from the inappropriate scenes flaunting in the premise of her own deliberations.

As she sunk herself deeper in the captivity of her brain, she fell short in noticing the coffin she had built herself into. Her abysmal empathy for Charles made her overlook the blaring details of her hesitance to join him for a meal— let alone be in his personal space.

Entering Charles’ apartment flared the consigned fear etched onto her senses. It wasn’t Charles that she feared. On the contrary she was afraid of compromising her self control more than anything else.

Lucky for her, the man in her thoughts share the same predicament as he sat rigidly in a tub of freezing water, plagued with similar impure thoughts running laps in his head. There was no doubt at all that Toto Wolff would castrate him alive and impale his head on a pike if he were to ever hear them.

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[armpirate]

Disturbs on the 3rd floor | Jungkook

Part 2

pairing: Boxer!JK x fem!reader || Neighbors, enemies to lovers

w.c.: 3.2k

Warnings: Explicit, almost making out, mention of body's reaction to touch

Summary: After your new neighbor forced you into a war with him, you didn't think you could dislike someone you hadn't met the way you disliked him. After meeting him, you confirm that not only he's hot as fuck, he's also one big asshole.

Aprox. time of reading: 15 minutes

You woke up curled up in your bed sheets, hugging the pillow tight, when you realized it was still night and it wasn't even close to the time you had to get up that day. You never woke up in the middle of the night for no reason, so it was weird for you that you did. Once your senses started activating, you laid on your back and closed your eyes again before it was too late.

*Knock*

You frowned, but still ignored the sound. Maybe your neighbor just moved a bit too roughly in his sleep.

*Knock*

You sighed, annoyed at the sound, but still tried to ignore it because you just wanted to sleep. 

Your eyelids throbbed in sync with the increasing bangs against your walls, giving up on trying to keep them closed and finally sitting on the bed to turn back. If there was a moment when sounds could seem touchable, it was then. You swore you could perfectly see his headboard knocking against the plasterboard, faster as time went by. 

Just the same way, you hit your wall back with your  closed fist, thinking that'd actually make him stop. 

Silly you.

Not only those sounds got faster and harder, but they were also combined by the loud screams from a woman -that you were sure had her head right against the plasterboard to make those sounds as audible for you as possible. There was no other explanation. 

Letting your body fall lazily over the mattress, you tried to cover your face with your pillow, drowning the sounds as much as possible, but they were so loud that it made you feel like they were right in your room doing whatever it was they were doing. 

You weren't the most patient person out there, and it only took you a few seconds before you stretched your arm to reach for your phone. It was four in the morning, and there they were, acting like they were the only ones in the building. You thought someone else might've complained, but you forgot you were the only one wall to wall with them. 

Anyone else would've knocked on their door, but you still considered sending a text through the neighborhood community group chat so you wouldn't be a big bother. And also, because you thought that, by saying it so publicly, they'd be a bit embarrassed and tone it down. But they only got louder by the minute.

Giving up, you picked your pillow and walked outside your room, taking your small couch as the new bed for that night. At least there you didn't have to hear the constant bangs or the moans and growls that kept coming from them. 

It'd be only for that night.

Only for that night... Ha! 

If only you had known that your text would start a war between you two, you'd have knocked their door down that same night. The noise was more constant than before, if that was even possible. 

You wondered if it was their first time living in an apartment, and having to respect neighbors, because there was no way someone would react that way to a petition to have some human decency. 

They fought back. First, they made you take the three flower pots that were hanging on your balcony off, because they said it was dangerous and it also bothered them when they got home at night after you watered them. And second, it was the night you decided to bring someone home after a really long time, and your neighbor scared them away.

Sitting on the couch, you couldn't believe he faked talking on the phone and screamed how you had a cockroach infestation that made everyone in the building worry. Messing with how clean you were in front of a person you tried to get on with for months was where you drew the line.  

You didn't know much about your neighbor, other than that he tended to come back home late in the night -and you had confirmed that with the first complaint he sent your way, and the few times you saw his back entering his house past eleven. So, placing the speaker against his wall, and turning up the pop music as loud as possible at seven in the morning, seemed like a good plan all of a sudden. At least while you got ready to head to work -he was luckier in that sense. You only bothered him for half an hour, and then left your house until five -a time when he usually wasn't at home. 

Each one of your actions had a consequence, because as soon as you started doing that, he'd also start giving random knocks at your wall late in the night. And it was a few times that you two had called the police on each other for the noise, not getting much more than just a warning from their side.

Did that make you two stop? Obviously not. 

 If he made a hole in your room with a drill, you threw bleach at his dark clothes. If he threw your mail in the garbage, you nicked the side of his black motorbike that was always parked next to the door. It was a war that would never stop if you both kept behaving like that, unless one of you moved out. And it only made sense for him to leave, since he was the one who moved into his apartment a few months ago. 

At least that was your idea until you saw the community notice, hung at the cork board in the entrance. Your neighbors were asking you two to stop, because both of you were intoxicating the good environment in the building. Not that it was a lie, but if the community had intervened after the first two complaints, none of this would've come this far. The ball was on your roof, you had the choice to continue or stop, so you chose the sanest choice.

Jungkook, on the other hand, felt uneasy when the game between you two suddenly stopped. While annoying you, and having you clapping back every time, was the most expensive thing in the world -because of the amount of things he had to repair as a result-, he found certain joy and entertainment in what you two did. His twisted mind would come up with a revenge seconds after seeing the mess you did. But suddenly it all stopped.

He didn't hear from you in a while, he didn't see you tempted to knock on his door a few times when he blasted music late into the night. He wasn't sure if you had seen him, but he for sure was aware of your well settled curves under those tight pajamas. Having your attention on him made him feel proud, but it disappeared as soon as he started caring about it. And that upsetted him more than he'd like to admit. 

That night, he knew you were home. He had heard you on the phone, while you were walking around your room. The small drawing of a beach, that you used to cover the beach, worked to block him from seeing anything in your room, but it made whatever was going on inside there perfectly audible. And vice versa. 

But like it was a sign sent from above, he stumbled with the karaoke set one of his friends had gifted him for his birthday, as he walked around the living room. 

You felt your place strangely silent. It had been that calm for the past two days -surprisingly-, but something about the way it felt that night felt off. It was the typical vibes you get before something bad happens. At least that was the sensation as you stared at your ceiling among the darkness. 

You frowned when you heard some strange echoed sounds, that seemed like clacks -similar to the sound your tongue makes whenever you stick it to your palate and move it away fast. But that frown turned into your eyes going blank the second you heard the pop music blasting, while a male voice singing sounded louder than the rhythm. 

"What the fuck?" you muttered, finally sitting in your bed. 

Banging your fist against the wall, you tried to get his attention. But either the music was too loud, or he was straightforward ignoring you, because it didn't stop. 

Right then, you had two choices: either you did something to annoy him back, or you behaved like an adult since he stepped in the building and knocked on his door. You couldn't leave that place, your apartment was only ten minutes away from work, and the location was perfect for your free time as well -not to mention how cheap it was compared to the previous house you rented. You just couldn't leave because an asshole decided it was fun to mess with you. 

You moved the blankets aside, finally sitting up on the bed before you dragged your body out of it. You didn't even bother to put your slippers on, stepping out of your apartment to knock on his door, although the music was so loud that probably he wouldn't hear it. 

Your jaw was twisted, while you placed your hands on your hips and tried to think of different ways to tear that door down if he didn't open it in the next two minutes. But, for your own luck, and your fists', you heard a silent squeak on your back, and the music was even louder than it was seconds ago. 

Everything was perfectly settled in your mind, you had made up every word you would say, and every expression and tone you'd use so the message would be clear, but your mind went blank as soon as you turned around. 

You had seen your neighbor before, although only from the back. His ratio from waist to shoulders, whenever he entered his apartment in those straight jeans and half tucked t-shirt got your head running in circles, but seeing his other half did no good to your brain. 

His lips looked thin, pressed tight against one another as he tried to keep the proud smile to himself, which caused the dimples on his cheeks to show off, along with the mole under his lower lip and the two lips rings that were on the right side of his lower lip. You had never been into brown eyes, but you'd lose yourself in his doe looks by how big and rounded they were, not realizing how deep you were trapped in them until he spoke.

"Hey, 3A" he greeted you, naming you by the number of your apartment. 

"Hey?" you crossed your arms over your chest "It's one am, and you're blasting music and singing like it's nothing".

It took you a few seconds to get back your confidence, but it was going to go back all over the window when he lifted his arm over his head, resting his full sleeve tattooed arm rest on the door frame, while his eyes kept looking intensely into you. 

"No one else complained" he shrugged.

"Because their walls aren't right next to yours" you tried to explain. "I'm the only one having to stand you and the noises you make every day". 

"Quite funny you're saying that" he scoffed "Because using a drill at seven isn't the most normal either".

"At least I'm not the one who dug a hole in the wall" you snapped back. 

As he bent to the right, to get his hand to rest on his shoulder and nape, you could see his bicep flexing slightly. 

You breathed in deeply, trying to get some sanity back. Your annoyance and horniness was soon making this first meeting useless, and you didn't knock on his door to leave things unsolved that night. 

"Don't you think you might have a bias against me?".

That question made you chuckle, looking away for a mini second before you were back at looking at him. Typical asshole behavior: playing the victim instead of owning up to his mistake. 

"I don't care if you get choked on that mic, but do it silently" you spitted. "I'll call the police if I hear you again. You're warned".

Your neighbor didn't say anything, he simply twisted his lips and nodded, seeing you walking away back to your place and stopping at your door when you tried to open it. 

Pressing your lips together, you shut down the minimal complaint that could come from them when the door didn't open after several attempts. It probably closed while you were speaking to your neighbor, and now you were stuck outside unless you called a locksmith and paid more than seventy bucks to get your door opened. Then you realized that you didn't have your phone with you either.

"What's up, 3A? Want to join the party?" he asked on your back. 

That was humiliating.

If it had been someone else, you wouldn't have cared in the slightest -even if you didn't really know that person-, but the fact that it was the same person you ranted at confidently just seconds ago, made things bad. 

You turned on your tracks, walking towards him again as you tried that cocky look he was giving you.

"I'm locked outside" you explained. "My phone and my keys are in my place".

He clicked his tongue, grimacing at your words and faking how deep he was thinking on his next answer.

"It'd be difficult for me to help you if I get choked on that mic".

"Nevermind".

Only three minutes into a conversation with him, and you knew he was the type that would brag about helping you until your ways separated again. You were convinced he'd be the biggest pain in the ass, and probably he'd also take advantage over this. And if he already was annoying for no reason, you couldn't imagine how bad it'd get in the case that you owed him a favor. 

"Wait" he stopped you while he laughed "Come inside, and use my phone".

While you still didn't want any help from him, you still stepped inside his place when he moved his body behind the thick door, allowing you to come in. 

His house is exactly like yours, only that his is placed in reverse. It was quite minimalistic, there weren't many furniture or decorations; but the few things he had in there were placed in a way that made sense and that inspired a lot of balance and calm. The scent was also comforting, a slight floral smell that wasn't too heavy to be found annoying, but was powerful enough to be noticed as soon as you stepped inside. 

You turned back again, finding him walking to you "I can look up for a good locksmith" he sneaked his hand inside his baggy pants, taking his phone out to type something. 

You were surprised by how easily he lent his phone to you. If you had been in his place, you probably would've looked up the phone number and made him call from the landline phone in your living room. 

You huffed after hanging up, trying to get through the idea that the person in charge to open your door won't come anytime soon, leaving you stuck outside for more than an hour. 

"Thanks" you gave him back his phone. 

"When will they come?" 

"He said it'd take him an hour, because he has another service pending" you sighed.

You didn't know there were that many people getting stuck outside. But again, there you were, out of your place, and in the house of the man you declared war to weeks ago. 

"You can wait here in the meantime" he assured you.

"This will be an expensive favor, right?" you squinted your eyes, looking at him with distrust.

"Hmm didn't think of that" he puckered his lips. "I just wanted to be a good neighbor and bury the hatchet".

Accepting his words, you just nodded. It wasn't like you were fully uncomfortable, at least not in the bad sense. He just made you nervous, by the way he radiated so much confidence and power. It was so difficult for you to explain it properly. 

"I'm Y/N, by the way" you introduced yourself, trying to get him to focus on your words and not you. But Jungkook was able to do two things at the same time. 

"Jungkook".

And there was the silence again, and that intense look going through your body like you were completely vulnerable for him. 

"Do you want something to drink?

"Water" you replied instantly, almost not giving him time to finish the question. 

Your throat was going dry the longer he stared at you, you needed to get hydrated as soon as possible. 

Sitting on the couch, you saw a few pairs of boxing gloves on the shelf next to the door that would lead to his bedroom. And you wondered if he either collected them, was a boxer or did boxing for fun. 

Whenever he came home late in the night, you always caught him with his back facing your door, and it wasn't like his clothes were much different from any regular daily clothes. 

"So, you do boxing?" you casually asked as soon as he was back. 

Looking over you, he saw the shelf that could've given you that hint, and he instantly smiled at that tiny show of interest. 

"We can say I do, yeah" he nodded.

"That's not an answer" you sipped on the glass.

"I didn't know you were so curious about me" he raised his eyebrow.

"I just wanted to talk about something while we wait" you replied back, thinking that would take him out of his comfort zone, but he only seemed more comfortable after that reply, as if he was expecting you to answer that way. 

"Shall we talk about the shirt you ruined and that cost me two hundred bucks?".

"What? Is this a way to get me to pay for it?" you scoffed "You threw my mail away, in which there was a penalty fee that could've been multiplied if the old lady from 2B hadn't noticed. Should we talk about the three hundred bucks your little joke would have cost me?". 

So you had an answer for everything... Time to get into action then. 

"I'd have paid for it gladly".

The tone he used while looking at you that way, it made a wave of heat burn your body from head to toe fast. Your mind was running wild while he played with the rings on his lips, showing off the tip of his tongue. 

Your body instantly reacted to his hand lying so close to your thigh on the couch, you could even feel the fabric sinking with its weight. While you were so close to each other, and with the wooden scent giving short circuits to your brain, you just allowed yourself to give in. 

His lips ghosted yours, so close that you could feel his warm breath coating your mouth, but so far that he had you parting and moving your lips to look for his. shiverings ran through your body, like a calming massage to your brain, that pushed you to go on. You needed way more than that. 

But Jungkook just rubbed his lips on the left corner of your mouth, making your nipples tighten under the thin fabric of your old t-shirt. He continued his way up to your cheek, finally lending a soft kiss on your skin, getting closer to your earlobe. 

Soon you were imprisoned by his arm, which moved to the other side of your body to lie next to your left thigh. His lip rings felt cold in contrast with your burning skin and his warm and wet tongue. Your neck instantly moved to the side when the tip traced the curve of your earlobe, and you almost gasped when his teeth trapped the soft meat to pull from it gently. 

You went from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds, and you didn't want to think about the level you could get to if you two continued. And it seemed like Jungkook read your mind, because he burst your bubble before you were completely gone in your thoughts.

"You wanted me to choke on my mic, yet here you are: waiting for me to touch you and kiss you" he whispered.

And his words felt like a bucket filled with ice, falling over you and taking you back to reality. Holding your breath, you stopped your body from working for a few seconds, pushing him away to have some space to move away and stand up. 

"You could only wish" those words were the only thing that could keep your dignity in that moment. 

Of course, he wouldn't even give you that.

"That's not what you are showing" following where his index finger is pointing at, you instantly place your palms over your breasts, trying to hide your visibly hard nipples.

"Asshole" you muttered, in between your teeth. 

Of course, he expected you to be annoyed at his comment and maybe turn the situation around to turn into some hot passionate sex. But instead, Jungkook saw you walking angry to the door, just to slam it against the door frame after leaving his place. 

It didn't turn out like he expected.

Could this be considered as a snippet for Anti-romantic? Possibly.

#ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #kookie #one shot #reader insert #armpirate

[roo-bastmoon]

To the Sockpuppets in my Asks

"Jimin is so private! What does he have to hide?"

*Flashbacks to Jimin's mail being "omitted" four times and his national ID and address being leaked online, which the press sat on until his OST With You dropped, or, years prior, when folks accused him of whoring and doing coke because he... [checks notes] played a forehead-flicking game at a pub restaurant in Paris*

"Jimin keeps saying he's all alone!"

*Jimin is seen at work, at the gym, taking trips for work and vacation, posting photos on Insta, and appearing on shows and in dance challenges*

"Jimin never goes out anywhere!"

*Yet another idol scandal is in the news, this time involving illegal drugs, yet somehow, Jimin's photo at the official Nike dinner with Joon gets circulated as him "out clubbing"*

"Jimin and Jungkook never show that they hang out! They are never together any more!"

*South Korea enacts  Article 92-6*

Look, conspiracy theories are bullshit, but ALSO:

Jimin and Jungkook are both cooking big, big feasts for us before service and they are focused on that right now. There's still plenty of evidence they see each other and are on great terms, if you actually listen to them, so stop flooding my ask box under sockpuppet accounts, crowing that Jimin is all alone and Jungkook doesn't care about him.

Look, puppykitties...

I cannot tell you Jikook are dating. I do not live in their cupboards and watch them 24/7.

Yes, JK has been hanging out with 97 line friends these days and yes, Jimin and Yoongi (and Hobi) have all gotten super duper close (or are at least more comfy talking openly about how close they've always been) in solo era. And yes:

Jikook don't talk about Jikook these days.

But what ISN'T being said sounds so loud that half this fandom froths at the mouth every other day.

Jimin has two gaming chairs in his apartment--including one chair that really looks similar to the one Jungkook had.

Jimin traveled half-way around the world to be with Jungkook during his debut and we still have no idea what they were doing at the restaurant or on the boat. Let's wait patiently.

There's been some highly suspect photos in the past of a guy in a white bucket hat with JK via CCTV at a quick mart (illegal, won't be posting) or of suspiciously similar-looking hands during game nights on JK's brother's Insta (family stuff, won't be posting). There's also video of someone who looks eerily similar to Jimin in expensive designer clothing at the arrivals terminal of the airport when JK got back from the World Cup--and later, just beyond the airport, footage of JK's car pulling away from another company car with fans screaming "Jimin!" to the riders inside (unofficial content, won't be posting).

Jungkook knows every single lyric in Jimin's songs, and his choreo, AND what he says, word for word, on his interviews.

Jimin took up boxing and has showed us he has a punching bag in house.

Jungkook muttered that Jimin moved his lamp.

Jimin went to the airport sporting what looked like a big dog scratch.

Vminkook went to a cafe in Jeju. K-Army said they spotted Jikook there well before Tae posted about it.

Jimin and Jungkook both watched the same random anime series recently.

Jimin ran up to Jungkook to cutely say "periri" so often that Jungkook was afraid he'd accidentally say it on stage.

JK quietly stopped by Jimin's docu-live, and Jimin lit up like a Christmas tree and then grabbed his moob.

AGAIN: I. CANNOT. TELL. YOU. THEY. ARE. DATING.

But don't come here with that "Jimin is always alone" and "JK only cares about his career, not Jimin" nonsense.

Please make better use of your time by watching JUNGKOOK'S GOLDEN PREVIEW and JIMIN'S SPECIAL TALK LIVE and then go watch YOONGI'S SUCHWITA WITH 2MIN for good measure!

And next time you come to my blog, if you can't say something nice...

Okay?

Okay.

*hugs* Love, Roo

#jikook

[babystrcandy]

interlude | jjk

summary: Growing up you only had one goal: beat Jeon Jungkook. Sometimes you'd win, other times you'd lose. Sometimes he'd lose, other times he'd win. But you'd both walk away from the match thinking the other was the lucky one.

pairing: tlo!jungkook x fem!reader rating/genre: 18+ Minors DNI | sports au, fwb, fluff word count: 2.9K chapter summary: When Jungkook was little, he used to wish on shooting stars that he'd hear a bell when he met his soulmate. warnings/notes: this is part of my the lucky one jk series; it does not need to be read in order to understand the fic, it's just an extra pov from jk, no smut but i'm leaving this as 18+ because of the topics discussed, typos probably, explicit language, abuse of alcohol mentioned, your name references/inspo, descriptions of anxiety, depression, mental illness, trichotillomania (pulling out of hair: in this case eyelashes), just a lil look into jk's brain, i think that’s it but if i missed anything please let me know, i hope you enjoy, my loves <3

chapter four 1/2: interlude ( ← previous | next → )  

BECOMING SOMEONE HAD NEVER truly been on Jeon Jungkook’s radar. He was born to two loving parents who adored each other as much as they loved him. They weren’t exactly poor or rich, they were just owners of another small restaurant on the streets of Busan, selling mostly chicken that young Jungkook would normally take to school for lunch when it wouldn’t sell.

That was supposed to be his legacy, and he was fine with that. He quite liked helping his mother in the kitchen and packaging the orders.

It wasn’t like they’d sat him down and told him he’d be forced to sell chicken all his life once he got older. No, actually, his mother had always told him to shoot for the stars. He could be anything he wanted as long as he was a good person at the end of the day.

And Jungkook had lived by that.

So becoming someone to him never meant becoming someone great . . . it just meant becoming someone kind.

Until he discovered badminton. You, his mother’s best friend’s daughter, and consequently his best friend since birth, also discovered badminton at the same time. And the both of you . . . the both of you discovered that badminton could be your chance at becoming someone . . . great.

You had taken quite a liking to this fact. You’d been the first to buy all the equipment and when Jungkook said he wasn’t that interested . . . you used all your saved-up birthday money to buy him equipment of his own. (You knew he was just lying anyway. You knew the Jeons didn’t have enough to buy Jungkook his very own racket . . . so you took matters into your own hands. He knew now that was the day he’d developed a crush on you. (A small, childhood crush of course, but still a crush he always remembered.)

He’d never wanted it as much as you, though, and he knew that. He used to think that he did. He used to think that making it to the Olympics would be a dream come true, but even now, after everything, he wasn’t sure if that had ever been true.

Jungkook had loved badminton . . . but he’d been gradually falling out of love with it for years now. But one small fact made it hard for him to admit this: he was good; no . . . he might have been one of the best.

He supposed that was why the little feud with you had started in the first place. He had never really cared about the sport, whereas you had always cared too much, and so his careless actions, yet ever so gracious, results managed to always get under your skin.

And of course, he’d find it funny, mostly because you scrunched your nose in this cute way when you were angry.

(He didn’t like to admit it, but he’d always used to challenge you just to show off to you. Now . . . not in a cruel way . . . but rather, he did it to try to impress you. Yeah . . . it had never really worked out in his favor.)

But he never really minded your attitude toward him. He knew the two of you were some weird kind of friends, and he liked that. He liked having you near him, just like he had liked having Taehyung and Jimin close.

He’d never really liked anyone else . . . (He didn’t realize why until later in life.)

So, yeah, there you had it . . . Jeon Jungkook had the chance to become someone great, but he’d never wanted to be that. He’d just wanted to be kind like his mother had wished him to be. But things didn’t work out that way; Life . . . didn’t work out that way, and in becoming someone great . . . he’d become something he wasn’t proud of.

And that was true . . .

. . . becoming someone had never been on Jeon Jungkook’s radar until he’d turned into someone he barely recognized; until he’d become a ghost of his old self. He hadn’t realized he’d been becoming this . . . person all his life; that it hadn’t started after the incident; that it’d started even when he was a kid.

Because you see, Jungkook had been pulling and plucking at his eyelashes since the sixth grade when he started developing his . . . issues. Like when he’d wake in the morning with his heart racing and his stomach churning, creating a nervous sickness deep inside of him all because he had to attend school. (He’d go all day with that feeling taking over his body. Eventually, he just kind of got used to always having this tight feeling constricting his lungs unless he pretended to fall ill and call his mother to come to pick him up from school.) Or when he’d be left with no choice other than to talk to his peers because that's what you're supposed to do when you're growing up: make friends.

And he’d hide this by putting on a personality. He’d make himself big, loud, and unmissable so no one could ever make him feel small. He’d make fun of himself, make himself seem more approachable, more well-rounded, and less easy to offend. Because if he made himself seem stupid; if he made himself seem laid back . . . no one would think to judge him.

Of course, that didn’t always work. Sometimes people became too comfortable with him. Sometimes so comfortable they’d say things about him to his face, thinking he wouldn’t mind. And while he did make it seem like he didn’t care . . . he did, and hearing those things from people he called friends made him wonder if anyone actually liked him.

That only made him feel more alone.

So he had friends, yes, but none of them ever really knew him because . . . well . . . that had always made him . . . freak out.

And the thing they don't tell you about anxiety: there is no give and take; it just takes and takes and takes.

. . .

He used to think once he got older, these nerves would die down, but he just became scared of new things. He knew how to hide his nerves more now, but storming off toward a bar or disappearing for days on end only worked so much. No matter what he’d always find himself right back at square one . . . He’d sit down by himself, pulling at the ends of his eyelashes because it'd be the only thing he knew that would calm him down.

The funny thing about that was the fact that he used to get compliments about how long his eyelashes were when he was younger (mostly from his mother, followed by her pinching his cheeks but you know . . . ). He didn't even notice just how quickly these compliments stopped once his strange little addiction kicked in. Now in their place were broken lashes and small gaps at the tails of his eyes.

Until the small anxiety tic grew into something so much more . . .

Even as he grew, he never truly learned how to deal with the tight feeling in his chest that would consume him when he got even slightly overwhelmed, and that seemingly small habit never left his side. Like some sick vice, the urge to pluck and pull and pick at his body, at his chapped lips, at his eyelashes, and even the tails of his eyebrows, never went away. They only got worse.

It wasn't until the incident that his strange habit developed into something more gruesome. And this new habit he had developed couldn't be hidden with a silly little white lie. No, this he couldn't hide, because of the simple fact that there was no way he could make things right with his friends, with his teammates, with Tae or even himself. There was no way he could hide just how badly he wished he could take Tae’s place. There was no way anyone could look at him the same again, especially as his tiny habits turned into day-long benders filled with booze and drunk walks back to the dorm. He couldn’t hide the smell of alcohol on his breath no matter how many times he scrubbed at his teeth.

The feeling of numbing everything; of just being able to forget . . . would still stick, and the urge to do it again and again and again would remain because that was the thing about anxiety: it only knew how to take and take and take.

He’d tried to stop a few times before it got worse. He’d tried to quiet the urge and just let it be . . . but he never could, not when he was reminded of what he had done every day.

And the thing was: Jungkook knew he never truly believed he would stop. He had wanted to. Trust him, he wanted to believe that he had actually been getting better, that he wouldn't need the booze and the euphoria which came from numbing the pain inside him. But he always knew he’d give in. He knew his memories would seep back in. They always had.

The past had a way of sneaking up on Jeon Jungkook, and his anxiety only fed on it.

He’d thought he’d left everything behind him. He thought he could live in this sick limbo, forever dotting the line between madness and numbness. Truly, he really thought he could, and he almost did.

Until he saw you again.

He remembered he had walked into that bar all those months again, expecting nothing but another drink in his hand, but there you were, a scowl on your face and a furrowed brow. And suddenly, it was as if he had been transported three years back.

The past was looking him right in the face, and he couldn’t cross it out. He couldn’t put an X on your face and pretend not to know you. He couldn’t pretend to not remember. He couldn’t erase those years. He couldn't erase you.

So he sat down right in front of you, and then he saw it. He’d seen how nervous you had been, trying to make yourself blend in with the group. He’d seen just how different you had become in just three years. And then he saw you bite your fingernails, taking note of the dried blood.

You had an anxious tic, too.

And he wondered if you understood how all this felt.

He wished he could say what his plan was after that, but truth be told: he had no idea. He just remembered touching your hand once and he couldn’t stay away. He supposed a part of him . . . perhaps the part of him stuck in the past couldn’t let a part of you go. And, sure, he wasn’t sure what that all meant but it did mean something . . . and he trusted it.

He still trusted that gut feeling as he brought a hand up to his eyes, rubbing them to clear the sleep from the corners. Dropping his hand, he finally took the time to focus his eyesight, squinting in the dark as he turned his head to the side, finding none other than you sound asleep with your mouth slightly agape as you snored softly.

Then . . . you let one loud snore out, and he couldn’t help it: his grin grew so wide, his eyes crinkling as he silently laughed.

You were a snorer. A loud one at that.

This was something he’d keep to himself.

You’d never admit it if he told you. So he’d keep this to himself. It was something he knew about you that would stay a secret, and that in itself had him attempting to reach for you, but he found that your hand was already clutched tightly around his thumb, stopping him from moving entirely.

With a small smile on his face, he gently pulled the hand wrapped around his thumb, slowly moving you into his arms. Luckily, you were a heavy sleeper, so when he’d finally tucked you into his chest, his chin resting on the crown of your head, you were still snoring into his skin without even stirring in the slightest.

And finally, he could breathe a sigh of relief.

But for what? he still pondered.

And then it hit him.

He’d recognized that look on your face, the nail-biting, your demeanor . . . He recognized it because he knew it well. That look, those feelings, the habits . . . he’d borne those, too. He still did.

Perhaps he had issues with letting the past go. Or perhaps he felt a sense of familiarity with you.

Or maybe he believed in you more than he believed in himself.

And then it clicked.

Jungkook wasn’t exactly a fan of parties. In college, he’d attend them for the sake of his team, perhaps even help throw them, but he’d always find himself standing near Taehyung or Jimin, trying to pass the time before he could crawl into his bed. So . . . when his social battery would drain out . . . Jungkook liked to watch movies.

All kinds of movies . . . sometimes shows. He liked anime and dramas. Hated Pulp Fiction and most sitcoms (mostly because he thought they were trying too hard to be funny half the time). But he didn’t mind romance movies. In fact, he preferred to watch them. He didn’t really find the point in watching something if there wasn’t at least one well-written romance.

He loved love, although it had never really worked out for him, but he still believed in it. His parents had shown him that.

Call him a hopeless romantic, he didn’t care. That was what he was.

He liked thinking that everything would work out the way it was supposed to. It made his anxiety subside enough to let him breathe, although most days he lost sight of that. Most days he lost sight of everything.

But . . . he never truly lost sight of you . . .

Anyway . . .

One of his favorite go-to movies when things would get . . . too much . . . as a kid was Your Name. He loved the art, he loved the plot, the characters . . . everything. He loved the fact that despite it all, a soul connection would always be a soul connection.

When he was little he’d even wished upon shooting stars that he’d hear bells when he found his soulmate. But no bells ever rang, and Jungkook grew up. He realized no bells would ever ring, and that was OK. (He still had just an ounce of hope . . . not that he’d admit that.)

Now . . . OK . . . maybe he was going a little overboard. He’d realized now that perhaps soulmates didn’t exactly exist. Maybe two people just happen to find each other and fit into each other, but where was the fun in that? (Fine, he was getting off track. Fine.))

Soulmates didn’t have to exist. Jungkook could admit that.

But every once in a while, two people find each other and maybe no bells ring and there’s no red string tying them together . . . but . . . they meet and everything else doesn’t seem that scary as long as that person is standing beside them. Maybe that was Jungkook’s fucked up version of love, but he believed in that. Maybe it wasn’t exactly what you’d call fate . . . but it was . . . something . . .

And for a second, as he toyed with your hair, he wondered if you believed in soulmates. That only made him grin, because of course not! You didn’t believe in soulmates, he knew that.

You believed in people.

You believed in . . . him . . .

Jungkook slowly blinked. He knew that now.

He wasn’t exactly sure what that all meant . . . but . . . but you’d sat there and you’d listened to everything that had happened to him . . . and you’d understood. You’d understood him and you’d looked him right in the eyes and told him he wasn’t alone. And fuck . . . he’d believed you.

Maybe it would take a lot longer for him to accept everything you had said, but he did know one thing: you would be there.

And he . . . he wanted to be there for you.

He felt . . . that.

He felt it all.

At the time, he had wondered what he should call this feeling. He’d almost forced himself to stay up half the night with you snoring in his arms while he tried to find the right word, desperately mauling over countless explanations after explanations . . . until . . . well . . .

As Jungkook closed his eyes, squeezing you a little tighter, and breathing in your scent, he realized what he had been trying to ignore ever since he saw you again at the bar all those months ago. He realized why it had always been your opinion that mattered to him the most; why he didn't mind putting on matching froggy headbands with you and doing face masks while just letting the world . . . be; why he could never forget you; why he’d always searched for you in everything . . . even in how he’d dress. He realized why it had always been you; why he would always choose you no matter what over and over again.

And then he realized why that all occurred.

Jungkook loved you.

Wait—

Fuck!

He loved you. He loved you. Holy fuck, he fucking loved you! And fucking hell, he was sure he always had.

He realized this wasn’t just a feeling. There were no bells, and no bells were needed. He couldn’t find a red string tying the two of you together, and he didn’t care to search. He knew this wasn’t just a feeling. No, it was . . . love.

And for a second time that night, he wondered what you believed in . . . and if it included him at all . . .

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hi!!!! could you tell us anything about the unsaid vow couple? I’d love to know their story w/o the spoilers of course! ❤️

hey I love your blog! So cool to have you in my inbox!

And yes, I do have Unsaid Vow on my Patreon but tbh...I don't really have much backstory established for them as a couple, so this was a really cool ask that made me think. (I do purposefully keep their history kinda of vague tho, as I want the reader to make their own assumptions/stories.)

anyway, here's some random headcanons

I think you guys met at a party! I picture Y/N as a student probably in her first or second year of college. Had a group project and your group partner invited you to a party they were throwing, where JK also was at

He was very popular with the girls and tbh, I think drunk Y/n just wanted some dick and he apprecitated how you didn't sugar coat that

"I don't wanna be your gf, just heard that dick was a 10/10"

He was amused, you were cute and not usually his type so he took you home for the night

Think he was a clingy little bitch after that, kept hitting you up and you probably just thought he was a fuckboy who would keep trying to hit, so you kept letting him

It wouldn't be until another guy hit on you or something that JK would get up in their face like "tf you on my girl for?" that you're like...oh?

You never really had a bf before and I see you just being like "shit, it's college and he's hot, might as well try this out for a few months."

Don't think you guys have a clear anniversary date bc of that, prob just made a guess and picked a day

Honestly I think you would think this was only gonna be like a three-four month relationship

Early college bf Jk was kinda toxic tbh but you gave him passes bc he was hot and u didn't have anything to hide

I think he would keep your location on at all times, be super defensive if you didn't

he'd try to make you delete social media saying it's so toxic for ur mental health but it's actually bc he doesn't wanna share you w the world lol

stroke game had you seeing things and agreeing to whatever istg

I think he'd have a chain or necklace or something so when he's on top you kept getting hit on the forhead with it LMFAO (why do I find that hot tho?)

Took news of your pregancy surpringly well, you were ready to ask him help for the abortion fee and he was like "why would u kill my bby when we can just raise it?"

acts of service king during your pregnacy. isn't like cuddly or sentimental but def was the guy to buy you anything you looked at twice

stepped out after you gave birth to Hugo and had a lil cry

I think it would only be until after you had his son that his family would demand to meet you, I think for some reason JK kept trying to hide you from them

actually had a good bond with Hugo as a baby. kids are difficult to understand but Jk was good with babies. feed them, change them, burp them, hold them. It was so easy and I think baby Hugo liked naping on Jk's bare chest

Anyway I'm gonna leave it at that bc I don't wanna spoil anything lol

[dntaewithluv]

Silent Gym Buddy | jjk

Trying out a new gym really can be a series of trial and error, but something about the cute guy who's always working out near you keeps you coming back day after day

👟 Pairing: gymmember!jungkook x reader

👟 Word Count: 1.6k

👟 Rating: 16+

👟 Genre: Strangers to lovers, idiots to lovers, fluff, some humor, gym au

👟 Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of reader feeling embarrassed/self conscious, reader is thirsty for JK, gym JK with a ponytail, brief mention of reader crying, flirting, teasing, really just a cute fluffy little gym drabble 🥹

A/N: First of all huge thanks to my possum angel @miscelunaaa for inspiring this idea and encouraging me to pursue it I appreciate you so so much Em 🥺💜 Btw I very much am this person at the gym and I just thought it would make for a cute and funny drabble idea 😂 Thank you to everyone for your patience and understanding while I've been taking time to get my life together it means so much to me 😭 I was really excited about feeling inspired and motivated to write something again so I hope you enjoy if you decide to check it out 🥰

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Day 1

You had lied to yourself. You were, in fact, the only person in this entire fucking gym who had brought wired ear phones with them to work out. And worst of all, the really cute guy on the treadmill next to you had audibly laughed when you dug the damn tangled things out of your pocket.

Well, time to find a new gym. Cause finding new earphones instead was clearly the more ridiculous solution of the two options. Yeah, fuck that gym.

Day 4

After saying “yeah, fuck that gym” for the last three days in a row, suddenly on day four it didn’t seem nearly as bad for some reason. Maybe it was because you had seen someone else with wired earphones that day, and you had nearly cried in solidarity.

Or maybe it was because the cute guy who had laughed at you on day one lifting weights near you had given your workout a hell of a view. He was absolutely ripped. And. AND. He had a full sleeve of tattoos and a lip ring. Maybe the gym would end up working out after all…

Day 17

It had taken you a record ten, yes one zero, ten fucking minutes to untangle your earphones. A bigger uphill battle than the incline you had started using on the treadmill a few days ago. You had gotten so worked up trying to detangle them, that when you finally got to your workout you were immediately winded.

And as an extra fuck you from the universe, the cute boy had been working out behind you and seen the whole fucking thing. Actually you knew his name now, had learned it a few days before when you’d overheard his friend talking to him. Jungkook. Jungkook had unfortunately witnessed your entire sad wire tragedy. A new gym was starting to look real tempting again.

Day 33

You were still going to the gym. You were still going to the same gym. And so was Jungkook. Every single day, there he was. Same time as you. Always alternating between all the different areas of the gym. Yesterday he had come in with his long dark hair pulled into a ponytail to do some boxing, and you had come close to face planting directly onto the treadmill track.

He always seemed so powerful when he was working out. He just had this super intense and aggressive energy about him. But then you would catch him talking with his friend, you had learned his name was Jin, and he would seem like just the sweetest and softest man.

You always heard his laugh, even with your outdated wired monstrosities blaring in your ears at full volume. It was the kind of laugh that took over his entire body. His face would scrunch up adorably, his little bunny smile poking through. The gym really had done you wonders.

Day 65

You had learned something new today. A very vital piece of information for future use. You could never, ever, accidentally grab the heart rate detector when Jungkook was on the treadmill next to yours. Because the number would indicate that the only place you should’ve been running to was the nearest hospital.

The only thing that had saved you was Jungkook choosing to drink from his water at that exact moment. Even then, you hadn’t been completely saved though. He had definitely caught the tail end of you gawking at him as he did the most basic thing on earth, drinking fucking water. But in your defense, he was always drinking water completely drenched in sweat with his throat bobbing in the most distracting way.

Honestly, it was a wonder you ever ended up being able to work out at all. With a literal long haired demon always in your immediate view. Who always seemed like a total and complete sweetheart the moment he stopped exercising.

It wasn’t like you even really had the option to try and avoid him because he was just always there. Running. Or boxing. Or lifting weights. Or making pull ups look like the easiest fucking thing in the world. Stupid Jungkook. Stupid hot Jungkook.

Day 92

Today your earphones had gone in the trash as soon as you had finished your workout. Your body hadn’t quite been feeling up to your usual workout, so you had fumbled for a split second. But that split second had been long enough for your hand to catch on the wire and yank the whole thing out, making your music readily available for anyone in the near vicinity to be able to hear.

It had been an all around bad day, and you’d had to blink back tears as you tossed your earphones in the gym trash on your way out. You would start saving up for a new pair of headphones starting that day.

For the first time, Jungkook hadn’t been there. And you hadn’t been able to decide if you were happy or sad about that. The two of you had never even spoken a word to each other, but sometimes he would give you such a cute little smile, and something about it always just felt so comforting to you.

Maybe he would have given you one of those rare smiles if he had been there today. You honestly could’ve really used it. Those big, brown, doe eyes and bunny smile just always made you feel better. Always.

Day 100

Something had been waiting for you when you arrived at your usual treadmill. It was a small box that had been delicately wrapped and adorned with a bow on top, as well as a little card that read:

From your (hopefully not so silent in the future) gym buddy (:

It was a good thing you hadn’t started your work out yet because your heart was fucking pouding, and that treadmill heart rate indicator was the biggest snitch. You carefully pulled back the pretty paper, and let out an audible gasp. It was a brand new pair of wireless earphones. This was about to be the second time this week that you had cried in the gym.

“I know you were really attached to your trusty wires, but I promise, these are a lot safer.”

Your head snapped up to find a ponytailed Jungkook leaning over the front of your treadmill with his head resting against his hands.

“Safer?”

It was impossible to miss the way his cheeks tinged pink, “Yeah, uh, Jin. He told me you slipped the other day and got tangled in them and almost got really hurt. So, I thought this would be a better and safer option”

You hadn’t even noticed Jin in the gym that particular day, you had been so focused on Jungkook’s absence. Had Jin also seen you almost cry in front of a random gym trash can?

“He also said that you haven’t had earphones since then. That you’ve just been working out to the,” he gestured around him vaguely, “lovely gym ambience.”

You laughed at that, and Jungkook’s cute little bunny teeth instantly made an appearance.

“I was working on saving up for a better pair.” you admitted quietly.

Jungkook picked his head up, arms still hanging over your machine.

“Well, now you don’t have to. Right?” he queried, flashing you a cheeky little wink at the end.

His gift had touched you more than he would ever know. Especially knowing that he had paid that much attention to you over the last three plus months. Maybe as much as you’d been paying attention to him.

“Right.” you agreed, a smile starting to take over your features.

Jungkook grinned back at you.

“This is really sweet, thank you so much.” you added, holding the small box close to your chest.

His face scrunched up in that way you absolutely adored, “Yeah, you’re welcome. I hope they make your workouts go a little smoother.”

“Well, I won’t have to spend a ridiculous amount of time detangling them, so that already is a huuuuuge step up.”

Jungkook chuckled, and you realized it was your favorite part of the “lovely gym ambience”.

“Just make sure you don’t accidentally let them go through the wash…it does not end well.”

He sounded like he was speaking from experience.

You found it hard to stifle your giggles, “Noted. Thanks.”

Jungkook suddenly nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“So, uh, I know it took us like a hundred days to officially meet and talk to each other. But would you ever, maybe, I don’t know, want to see each other? Like not at the gym?”

Ooh that heart rate detector would have been having a fucking field day right now.

“Not at the gym? You mean, like a-”

“Like a date, yeah.” he finished for you, his face flushing noticeably deeper.

You were pretty sure your own blush was matching his at this point.

“Well, what do you like to do for fun?”

“Uh, go to the gym.” he laughed, “You?”

“Same, actually.”

God, you were both so fucking awkward. Match made in heaven maybe.

“See! We already have so much in common.” Jungkook remarked, his eyes bright with excitement.

You instantly started giggling. He joined in with you, his body bending over your treadmill once again.

“You know, we’ve technically already had like a hundred indirect, silent dates. Maybe for our one hundred and oneth we can actually have a conversation.” he added as he playfully raised an eyebrow at you.

You had just started to open your mouth to respond, when panic suddenly took over his face, “Oh fuck, I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

More giggles from you.

“Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Jungkook. Hey, since it’s gonna be like our one hundred and oneth date, should I bring my mom to meet you?”

You couldn’t resist joining in on the teasing.

“Of course! I’ve been dying to meet her.”

Your shared, loud, obnoxious laughter echoed around you.

#bts #jungkook #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #networkbangtan #thebtswritersclub #btshoneyhive #btswritingcafe

[4200nemobackup]

can we get another fic with jk & y/n from the stalker au you recently posted ? pls i beg 😭🙏🏾

Of course babes! Sorry I took so long to answer this!

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Ask above: “can we get another fic with jk & Y/n from the stalker au you recently posted? Pls I beg 😭🙏🏾”

description: A stalker usually wouldn’t make himself known, but y/ns did, based on the fact that his clues were just him throwing himself at her. Who would’ve thought the pervert was so submissive under her punishments?

Contains: oral (male receiving), bondage, plugs, Jungkook in panties!, gags

A/n: thanks for sending this in! I’m so sorry for taking so long </3 believe me, I wanted to write this the moment you sent this in, but I couldn’t figure out what to write, but I’ve figured it out! If this isn’t what you wanted, feel free to send in another ask! This will be relatively short, and will jump straight into the plot from the last fic I wrote! Enjoy!!!!<3

Not edited!!!!!

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Y/n hated rude customers with the entirety of her soul. Why ask for service, if you’re going to hate the one who serves you? Customers logic was devoid of any actual logic, unfortunately.

This was a lesson y/n learnt today. Not just once, but over and over again. Just a mantra of customers who lacked respect and empathy. She despised being treated like shit, and that’s what their treatment made her feel like. Shit. Dog dung beneath the worlds feet.

But now, now it was time for the store to close for the day, by her own orders. At four thirty in the afternoon, the closed sign was shown clearly in the glass door frame. It was this, as opposed to the old letters that her stalker once vandalized her storefront with.

Oh right, her stalker.

Yes, Jungkook.

Newly, her slave.

Y/n tiptoed to the back of her store, grinning sadistically at her own anticipated antics. What would come next? The fulfillment of her promise of course.

She had promised Jungkook a reward if he behaved. Of course she was a woman of her word, so why disappoint him with dishonesty?

Her office door was slammed open, revealing a mouth-watering sight to herself only.

Jungkook sat still and tied to her office chair, hands and legs bound. Ligaments void of nimble movements. His eyes fell on his new master, greeting her with immediate neediness. He was mostly exposed, save for a pair of y/ns favorite pair of panties. Her pink, hello kitty pair.

Jungkooks muscular build, rock hard abs, thick thighs, contrasted so obscenely with the pink pair of undies. The way his weeping, scarlet tip cutely peeked from the waistband made y/n dizzy. He looked so helpless in such a state; just how she wanted him.

“My slut has behaved so good. You know what comes next right?”

Jungkook humped the air in response, trying to display his level of impatience at the moment.

Y/n edged closer and closer toward him, before dropping to her knees. Her head was leveled with his crotch.

Jungkook winced and whined at his own sensitivity; y/ns breath over his cock was revealing his raging hard on. It was forcing an ache upon the thing between his gorgeous legs, the ache sending a jolt through his restrained body.

“Hmm….sensitive?”

Jungkook nodded with vigor, which only encouraged y/n.

She planned to make him cum only once, and y/n hated being lazy when doing these things.

Slowly one, then two butterfly licks teased Jungkooks cock, eliciting cute sounds from the man. Her tongue drew long stripes from the base of his dick to the tip, dampening the front of his adorable panties.

“M…more….please….more,”

Jungkook struggled against the gag, the device disabling his coherent speech. Possibly for his own good.

“More, you say? Only because you’ve been good.”

Y/n harshly tugged Jungkooks panties down to his mid thighs. His sitting position exposed the glittery plug that filled him up so perfectly. Y/n pressed her finger up against the device, the added pressure earning a loud gasp from Jungkook.

Thighs already shaking and mouth already drooling……….so quickly, without shame.

Y/n wasted no time in sucking his aching tip, continuing to press the plug deep inside his tight hole, fucking him open and fucking him stupid. Her warm tongue traveled down the juicy vein on his dick, exploring his balls that hung nicely. Her mouth resembled magic, in the way that it made Jungkook ascend to cloud nine. She gagged as she went all the way down, knowing how he loved it when she gagged. He didn’t care if the sound itself was faked or real. Once more, she took all of him inside of her mouth, and Jungkook couldn’t help but buck up against her tongue. Y/n held down his thighs and smirked after coming back up.

“Someone’s become bold, huh? Only because you’re being such a good boy, I won’t punish you.”

Jungkook was a little happy at her decision; he was afraid of what could come of his mistake.

Nevertheless, he was so close at this point. A few more ministrations was all it took for him to explode.

Y/n focused mostly on his tip now, using her skilled tongue to lick circles around his sensitive spot. At this point, Jungkooks body was vibrating, the sensations of the plug and her warm tongue making him see stars.

“Cum…..cum….cum!”

Y/n sealed her session by swallowing around him, sending the man bound to her over the edge. Y/n enclosed Jungkook within her gaze, fucking him over mentally. Her gaze made the experience much more intense. He could feel his cum and her saliva mixing together against her tongue, making him cry out; such a heavenly sound.

Y/n wiped her lips free of spit, and stood up. Face to face with Jungkook, she placed her finger over his cute nose, just to tease him.

“Such a good boy…..if you keep behaving, I might let you inside of me~”

Y/n could see Jungkooks cock harden up again just at the mere thought of being inside of her wet pussy. It wasn’t gonna come to him as easy as y/n made it seem. After all, she loved fucking with him.

#sub!idol #sub!jungkook #sub!bts #sub!hoseok #sub!jimin #sub!jin #sub!namjoon #sub!taehyung #sub!yoongi

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/735044439270178816/jk-is-flying-to-seoul-and-only-staying-a-day

it’s sooner than u think guys. none of wooga attended that big actors award show because they were spending time with tae. hyungsik mentioned he drank because he’s sad his friend is going soon.

Hi anon!

I suspect last days was the last time all of Wooga were able to meet up. It doesn’t mean Tae leaves next week (and he still has his hair) it probably means he has other plans (shooting) and other people to meet. My guess is it’s gonna be a week or four until we can expect the first one to go (since that’s been how long it usually took from the first ‘this is BH’ until the actual enlistment… if I’m not mistaken).

#members #Tae traveling

[dari-ede]

In the Middle of the Night: Chapter 10

Chapter 10: "아주 고요한 너와 나의 속삭임"

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

MASTERLIST

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Summary: As Bangtan prepares for a new chapter in their lives, they head to their private property in the forest for a songwriting workshop. As a songwriter and producer they have worked with for years, I’m asked to tag along. I was ready for the heavy workload and small amount of sleep during the workshop week. However, I wasn’t ready for the storm that came that changed my friendship with Namjoon forever.

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut

Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Character

Rating: M (explicit language, mild sexual explicit language)

Status: COMPLETE

NOTE: Trying something new and releasing this a little earlier than usual. Also, it's JK's birthday, so I figured, why the heck not? 🥰

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-Workshop Day Four-

The next morning was similar to the day before, only it was Yoongi who had sent an early message asking for assistance. Once again, Namjoon and I didn’t get to spend our morning alone and I left him another note explaining my whereabouts.

This time, I was sure to not forget my jacket as I made my way through the wind to get to the main house. Judging by the soft wind and light rain, it seemed as if the storm was calming down. However, it was still rather cold—then again, I easily got cold.

I entered the main house and was welcomed with warmth. The only one present was Yoongi. Because I was the only other musician on the premises, Yoongi had asked to borrow one of my guitars. The strings on his had torn and he needed a guitar for today’s workshop.

Thankfully, I had traveled with two.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, taking one of the guitar cases from me. “Do you have a preference?”

I shook my head. He opened both cases and took out the guitars to see which one he would prefer.

I turned to the kitchen, eyeing the stove to see if there was any food prepared. “Have you cooked anything?”

“Jin-hyung said he would take care of breakfast; I’m doing lunch. Not sure who’s handling dinner yet.” Yoongi played around with my guitar, trying to get comfortable with it. “Jin should be here soon.”

Sure enough, I saw Jin making his way towards the main house. “Good morning,” he said as he walked in wearing his neat pajamas. He was the only one who wore proper nightwear. The rest of the guys wore simple t-shirts and gym shorts or close to nothing at all.

He caught me staring. “What?”

“You’re the only guy I know who actually wears pajamas. Just an observation.” I walked over to the espresso machine to prepare my coffee.

“That’s because you don’t know many men,” he said jokingly.

I cracked a smile. “So all the other guys are little boys?”

He nodded as he washed his hands so he could start prepping breakfast. “Don’t worry, Namjoon will evolve eventually.”

I wasn’t going to fall for his trap, so I didn’t answer. Yoongi, on the other hand, let out a loud laugh in the other room.

“Maiwa, what’s going on with you and Namjoonie?” Yoongi asked.

I did my best to come across as confused. “What do you mean?”

“Dr-drop the act, there’s something going on. I'm shore—sure of it,” Yoongi was now in the room, a look of mischief in his eyes. He was definitely excited about his suspicions because he was stuttering, a habit of his when he was either too tired or too excited. “He was too happy yesterday. He kept laughing at everything.”

“Did you guys sleep together?” Jin asked shamelessly.

“Kim Seokjin!” I smacked him.

He laughed. “Why-why-why? Would that be a bad thing? You’re both adults.”

“We’re friends,” I ducked my head, embarrassed by the feeling of heat coursing through my cheek and neck.

“With benefits?” came a voice from above us. A giggle followed.

“Isn’t it too early for you to be up?” I called out to the eavesdropping bunny above us.

Jungkook’s giggle continued. “You were really flirty with him yesterday.”

“I’m always flirty,” I argued.

“Not like that,” Yoongi’s face was beaming as he stared at me. “Come on, be honest. We won’t tell.”

That was a lie. “Please. Let’s say for shits and giggles that there was something going on between Namjoon and me and I decided to tell you. You would be off whispering the gossip into Jimin’s ear. And then Jimin would tell Taehyung and Hoseok. And if it wasn’t for Mean Girls Karen Smith on the second floor at the moment, Jungkook would be the next to know.”

Yoongi looked almost offended by the accusation. “I’m no gossip.”

“You tell Jimin every rumor you hear about,” I said bluntly.

“Jimin hardly tells me any gossip anymore,” Jungkook defended himself.

“Who’s Karen Smith?” Jin asked, looking lost as he worked on the veggies.

“No, I don’t,” Yoongi argued.

We went back and forth for a good while, the topic of discussion changing. I was proud of myself—Yoongi had completely forgotten about his suspicions.

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In the middle of breakfast, another producer, Hiss Noise, dropped by for the workshop. He was only going to stay until the next day. He and Hyunseo were scheduled to leave in the morning. After tomorrow, the eight of us were going to be left fully alone.

Because of Noise’s short stay, we had a lot of work to do today. The workshop was more intense than the previous ones and longer.

During one of the breaks, most of the guys spread out throughout the main house, stretching and regaining energy.

As others walked around the house doing various things, I was sitting on one of the chairs in the living room playing the song we were testing on my guitar. For the last few hours I had been playing the same chords and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something didn’t sound right.

I looked at the sheet notes, thinking of how to fix it. And then it felt like I had found a fix.

“What’s up?” asked Namjoon, almost as if he could hear my thoughts.

Setting my guitar on the floor, I answered, “I don’t think this song calls for strings.”

“Piano?” asked Yoongi, also reading my mind. “I was thinking the same earlier.” He took out his keyboard and plugged it in.

Walking towards his seat I took it as soon as he stood up. I set the music sheet in front of me and played the song on the piano and dropped the tempo, humming the lyrics.

Namjoon and Yoongi, and a couple of the other guys, listened to my changes.

“Blues,” Yoongi said, understanding where I was trying to take the song.

I played it once again from the top, only this time, I sang the lyrics Namjoon had written. At the song’s crescendo, my vocals turned full R&B. Maybe it was due to the Proposal song I had been working on in my free time, but this For Youth song Namjoon had created felt like it needed some soul.

I finished the song softly, using simple and quiet notes.

A few of the members clapped.

“Jungkook is going to have fun on that last part,” Jin said, giving the youngest an encouraging slap on the back.

Jungkook let out a nervous laugh. “That’s going to be difficult.”

“You’ve done runs before,” I reminded him. While Jungkook tended to sing with an R&B/Pop feel, he rarely sang soulful runs and riffs. His runs were usually clean, so I could see how my take on the song was giving him worry.

“Not like you,” Jungkook answered.

“You don’t have to sound like me. Sound like you,” I pointed out. “But push yourself a little more. You said you want to experiment with your voice,” I reminded him.

This made him calm down. He had made mentioned in a private meeting with me that he wanted to do something different with his voice for this next album. Here was an opportunity.

“You got this, bro,” Hobi said enthusiastically.

Jungkook let out a sigh and walked over to the chair next to me.

Together, Jungkook and I practiced on the note as the other guys took a break. Namjoon and Hiss continued to work on the lyrics.

From where I was sitting, Namjoon seemed to be struggling. I tried to keep my focus on Jungkook, making a mental note to ask Namjoon about my worry in private later tonight.

“Ah, shit! What is that?” Hobi ducked down and went around me, who was closest to him.

His frightened state gave little concern to everyone. Most ignored his exclamation while some turned out of mild interest.

Hobi took hold of my arms and kept me in place in front of him—using me as a shield. I followed his eyes and caught sight of the threatening bug.

I followed the flying creature and thought it must be a moth by the way it was maneuvering. It was too dark to be a butterfly.

“Maya, go get it,” Hobi said, pushing me forward.

Most of the guys continued going about their business, paying Hobi no mind.

The moth flew up to the second floor, landing on the staircase rail. I let out a sigh. “Fine.” I knew if the bug wasn’t taken outside, Hobi would be extremely paranoid.

I made my way up the stairs, keeping my eyes directly at it so I wouldn’t lose it.

“You’ll be my hero Mai-Mai,” Hobi called out.

“Where’s she going?” Namjoon said in the distance.

Hobi explained to Namjoon what I was doing just as I got to the staircase where the moth was. I didn’t want to hurt it—I wanted to capture it and let it free outside. Keeping my eyes on it, I called out to the guys downstairs. “Can someone bring me a small container—preferably with a lid?”

“Yup,” Jimin called out.

I stayed put until I felt Jimin at my side, handing me the container. I made slow movements towards it, but the moth took off and flew higher up, landing on one of the posts on the second floor, above the balcony.

My eyes didn’t leave it as I went up the stairs and got to the second-story landing.

“Maya, don’t,” Namjoon’s voice was stern and almost commanding.

I ignored him and reached the post where the moth was.

“Noona, it's dangerous,” Jimin’s voice was full of concern.

“Jungkook, Noise, Jin come here,” Namjoon bellowed. “Stay under the stairs in case she falls.” Namjoon hurried up the stairs.

The guys hurried and followed orders.

“I’m not gonna fall,” I said, already standing on the thin beam, balancing myself.

Several voices below began to lecture me.

They were overreacting. I held onto the post and made a reach for the moth, but it was too far from me.

Suddenly, large hands were keeping hold of me around the waist. “Maya, get down.” Namjoon sounded as if he was on the verge of screaming at me.

I pushed up to my tiptoes, struggling with his strong hold on me.

“Oh! Maya, really, it’s not that serious. Get down,” Hobi’s voice sounded slightly panicked. He was at my other side now, holding my leg from around the post.

I made a final reach and trapped the moth inside the container. Its little wigs flapped violently inside, struggling to get out. I looked down at the concerned faces underneath me. “Here,” I said as I looked at Jimin.

Jimin took it from my hands and stepped back. “Will you get down now, please?”

As carefully as I could, I balanced myself on the beam. Namjoon’s and Hobi’s hands had stayed on me, ensuring they would catch me if I slipped. I was ready to jump off but the hands on my waist were impatient.

“I got her, Hoba,” Namjoon assured with finality.

Once Hoseok’s hands were off my leg, Namjoon took full control and took me off the beam. His solid arms handled me as if I was lightweight. My hands shot to his broad shoulders to keep myself balanced.

With great gentleness that I never would have imagined coming from Namjoon, my feet hit solid ground. His gentle touch made my heart flutter like the moth's wings. I almost forgot we were in front of our friends…and that he was upset with me. However, as my eyes reached his, the warm fuzzy feeling left.

His dark brown eyes scolded me. “What the hell was that?” he demanded.

I let out a sigh and stepped away from his embrace. “I was fine. As if I haven’t climbed on things before.”

“Not something that’s 6 meters above the ground. You could have broken your neck.”

“I was careful.” I did my best to keep my voice steady. I knew Namjoon, along with the rest of the guys, was concerned, but I didn’t like being treated like a child—especially in front of my friends. A light embarrassment came over me at the sight of everyone looking at us.

“Over a moth? It would have been better if we used a broom to swat it out instead. It’s not worth you risking your neck.” Namjoon’s voice was not getting lower. Quite the opposite, his voice was getting louder.

“I know what I was doing. I’ve climbed trees all my life not to mention I did gymnastics and specialized in the balance beam,” I said, irritating in me rising.

“Alright, let’s settle down,” Jimin intercepted, trying to calm things down. He placed a careful hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Noona, hyung was only worried. He doesn’t mean to treat you like a child. You scared all of us. He knows you were being careful—we all do, but it still doesn’t stop us from worrying. Just think if it was the reverse: hyungi doing something dangerous.”

The thought of Namjoon standing on top of a 20-foot staircase came to mind and absolute terror came over. Jimin was right, I would have been livid. But I was experienced and not clumsy like Namjoon.

Jimin gave his older brother a light shove, signaling him to say something.

Namjoon didn't look ready to say anything at first, he still looked rather upset. However, after a few seconds, Namjoon let out a sigh and gave a nod, clearly to having calmed himself. “I apologize. I shouldn't have scolded.”

I gave him a nod. “Ok.” I gave a small smile, letting him know I was letting it go.

He looked relieved and returned the small smile.

Jimin’s face brightened, delighted to have settled things. “Ok. Let me take this little one out." He looked into the container to make sure the moth was still ok. Then he made his way down the stairs, Hoseok at his heels.

Namjoon took another breath and brought his hand to my shoulder. “I really am sorry.”

“It’s ok. Jimini’s right. If things were in reverse, I would have been terrified.” I leaned in and gave him a half hug.

Both his arms came around me and held me warmly.

I would have wanted nothing more than to stay like that with him, but we were shortly called down for dinner.

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We worked a little while more after dinner but were too exhausted to continue. All of us exhausted, we were scattered along the house. The storm had gotten some momentum; the wind had picked up and the rain was coming a little harder. The guys were hesitant to leave to the other houses.

Noise was on the couch staring out into the backyard, watching the mild storm. “Hyunseo, I go half a mind in leavin’ tonight instead. Tomorrow the storm could be worse, man.”

Hyunseo shook his head. “We’ll be without light. Driving through the storm at night is risky. It’s best if we leave first thing.”

Noise nodded and turned to his younger comrades. “Y’all gonna be good here? This storm ain’t leveling up.”

“We got resources for the worse, if it happens,” Jin assured. “We have a plan set up. If things get too bad, we’re all going to take solace here. It’s the most stable of the houses and completely stoked.”

“Eight of you in one house?” Noise asked, shocked. Then he began to get up.

“We’ve lived together for ten years,” Jin pointed out.

“But no longer than that,” I heard Taehyung mutter.

I turned to him and remembered our first day here. They were giving up their shared dorm. I had been distracted by everything else that I had forgotten to ask Namjoon for further details. There was no reason for me to doubt Yoongi when he said everything was good between them, but there was something there that the guys weren’t sharing. I had meant to bring it up with Namjoon, but with our newly discovered feelings, I had forgotten about it.

Noise didn’t seem to hear Yoongi because he made no comment about it and was announcing he was going to head to his room. Hyunseo was right behind him.

As they left, I caught Namjoon’s eyes. He quickly looked away, clearly avoiding the topic.

If he really thought that was going to work, he was about to be proven wrong. I got to my feet. “I’m going to call it a night as well. I want to get out of here before the storm can get worse.”

Namjoon let out a breath. He wasn’t about to let me go outside by myself. He knew I was doing this intentionally. “We’ll message you guys as soon we get to the backhouse. Let’s all make sure we’re communicating. We’re scattered in four houses, so let’s keep in touch.”

Everyone nodded, agreeing with their leader.

After putting on our jackets, Namjoon and I made our mini hike up the small hill to get to the backhouse. The wind wasn’t too harsh, but the constant rain had made the ground muddy. I had to keep hold of Namjoon to keep myself from tripping a few times.

Surprisingly, Namjoon was steady and balanced on our way up the hill. He guided me inside the safety of the house before entering himself.

We couldn’t leave our shoes outside, too worried they might be taken by the wind. We took off our shoes and left them at the entrance of the home.

“Tea?” Namjoon asked, taking my jacket from me as I took it off.

“Yes, please,” I said.

He walked over to the kitchen to turn on the kettle.

I didn’t beat around the bush. “So, care to explain the whole dorm thing?”

He shrugged his shoulders as if the news was no big deal. “None of us are there anymore. Someone sleeps there once a week—tops. What’s the point of keeping it?” He was avoiding eye contact.

“Namjoon.” My voice was clear and serious.

Slowly, he turned to me but didn’t say a word. Just stood there looking…almost sad.

“What’s going on?” I asked, concern filling my voice.

There was a look of hopelessness in his eyes. It took him a moment to speak. “We’re taking a break after the album comes out.”

“What do you mean ‘break’?” My brain went to a dozen different places at the word, but rather than think the worst, I stayed calm. I didn't want to overreact without getting more details.

“I just can’t…do this anymore.” There was a sudden switch in his demeanor. His shoulders sagged, his face was fragile, and his body stiffened in a fight or flight type of way. The usual collected Namjoon was disheveled. “We’re set to come up with a small mini album that will contain new original music along with the anthology. On top of that, I’ve been trying to work on my own personal music that I really want to release, but can't because I should be focusing on music of the group. I have all these ideas of what I want to sing about but struggle in finding a sound for us as a group. And I know the guys are looking at me to give them a direction for a new era—but I can’t think of one. Meanwhile, these other songs I want for myself keep circulating in my head and I can’t get them out because I need to focus on Bangtan.”

He was rambling, talking fast and his pitch was going up and down. I had never seen him so stressed.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright. Breathe, sweetie. Breathe.” I lightly rubbed his arms and tried to keep him still.

He let out a breath, his eyes holding some moisture. He was close to losing it.

That was the thing with Namjoon. He had an overall good hold of his emotions, and kept calm and collected most of the time. But once he opened up, he was like a faucet. His feelings took full over. I had seen him cry several times before, but never looking so disheveled.

I tried to calm him. “First, the mini album is not a must. PD-nim was very specific that this anthology was to be whatever the seven of you decided on. If you guys come up with two or three new songs, then that’s all there will be. It’s supposed to be a no-pressure workshop. That’s what we’re doing here: trying to help you guys figure out what you want this album to be.” I rubbed his arms, trying to soothe him. "If there are not enough songs for a mini-album, then fuck it. Just come up with one and make the rest of the work only an anthology."

His eyes were still hurt, still avoiding me.

“And the guys will completely understand the pressure you’re going through. If you’re at a stump, then you’re at a stump. There’s nothing you can do about it. Take it from someone who is currently there.”

He wasn’t convinced, still showing doubts.

I took his face in my hands, gently rubbing his cheeks. “You worry too much, you know that? And your worry makes me worry.”

It was true. Namjoon often looked like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Over the years, he had allowed the guys to take some of that burden away, but he still held so much responsibility. Put too much pressure on himself to excel. He was such a perfectionist that if he felt he wasn’t reaching certain expectations, he felt himself a failure. Failure was something Kim Namjoon did not do well.

His eyes met mine and he noticed my worry. “Sorry.” His arms came around me.

“Have you told this to the guys?” I asked, stepping into his embrace.

He nodded. “You didn’t say anything they didn’t already mention to me. I told them….” He stopped himself, looking hurt.

“What?”

Several tears began to form in his eyes again. “I told them I was feeling…lost. I don’t know where in Bangtan I belong. If I can’t be the songwriter the group needs me to be, then what’s my role? At the same time, I feel too linked to them—like I lost my self-identity. I have songs I want to do for myself, but then I feel…guilty.” He lifted his hands off me and rubbed his eyes. “So much shit going on in my head.”

My hands stayed on his arms. “And you think that physical distance will help,” I said, understanding now why they were giving up the dorms.

“It’s a big reason why. I’m hardly there anyway. I sleep there a couple of times a month, but mostly out of obligation. Obligation to the company, the group, PD-nim, the team…. But the more time I spend there, the more I feel out of place. It just doesn’t feel like it’s ours anymore.” He kept talking out loud without a linear thought. Now that he was voicing his concerns, all his worries were spilling out of him—dying to finally be let out.

Judging by his reaction, I had a feeling his previous statement about having told the guys about his worries was only a half-truth. “Have you discussed everything with the guys?”

His eyes dodged mine.

I wanted to scold him. Tell him that keeping all his worries to himself did not help his mental health. But that’s not what he needed at the moment. He was having a moment of vulnerability and needed support.

I reached for his face, my fingers grazed over his chin until his eyes fell on mine. “They love and trust you. If you feel this will help, then there’s no need for guilt. You’re voicing your needs—you should never feel guilty about that.”

There was a slight calmness that came over him, but a grey cloud full of worry still lingered around him.

For a long moment, he kept his brown eyes on me and it seemed as if he wanted to tell me something but was holding back. I knew the feeling. The burden of keeping your worries to yourself and not allowing loved ones to help you. I wanted him to tell me everything, but from personal experience, I knew it was all up to him. He should only tell me once he was ready.

I stayed quiet and continued to hold him, patiently waiting for his next step.

After what seemed like an hour, he took a seat on one of the bar stools along the kitchen island, pulled me with him, and rested his forehead against mine.

He wasn’t ready to vocalize all he wanted to quite yet, but silently, he was asking if I could help with the heavy load. My arms came around his back and I pulled him closer. Without a doubt, I would happily take on his burden. I would take all his worries and carry it all myself if I was able to.

He took in a deep breath, using only his nose. It felt as if he was taking in the full scent around him. Like he was breathing me in.

Slowly, I felt Namjoon’s shoulders relax. The hands he had on my hips had a light touch to them now. The grey cloud had sailed away.

It didn’t take long for our kissing to start. Unlike the previous nights, Namjoon’s movements were softer, sweeter. There was no sense of urgency; we knew we had all night and there was no need to rush. He took his time exploring my lips, neck, and face with his lips. His hands wandered around my back, hips, and sides, but didn't push too much.

As our lips danced with each other, a roar of thunder rumbled in the distance.

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NOTE: Thank you for the support, everyone. It's very much appreciated. As much as I'm enjoying writing fluff, I AM going to be posting some more mature content in the next chapter. I didn't expect this fic to be a long burn to get to the smutty scenes, but Kim Namjoon didn't let me speed things up! He's too much of a damn gentleman. But I'm putting my damn foot down and showing him who's boss! 🤨😅

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

MASTERLIST

#bts #bts fanfic #kim namjoon #rm x reader #rm #latina #fluff #secret relationship #InTheMiddleOfTheNight #eventual smut #Spotify #bts rm #namjoon fanfic #namjoon x reader #idol!female oc #idol!rm x idol!oc #idol!namjoon #idol!rm #rm x maya

[lesbian-vmin]

Ppyong 220416 Vlive (Hope + Tae + Min + Kook)

Ah well. I'm doing it. An analysis of the Hopevminkook live. muahahaha.

Please note: This is a serious analysis. There are no jokes and everything stated is my complete and honest thoughts.

Disclaimer: The above statement is 98% a lie. This analysis is full of jokes, thoughts, ponderings, and absolute nonsense. Because this blog used to be a fun place to express my thoughts. It's about time I took my space back. lmao

Oh. And there will be timestamps for everything. Because I am so serious about siting sources and making things easy to find for people. So I need to stop being lazy and do that more.

Disclaimer: There are jokes in here, and I do come in a little heavy with them in the beginning. I have jokes throughout, but once the actual live starts, I get a little more serious. I just had to make the first few seconds enjoyable while we waited for them to get started. Please hang in there and read the whole thing if you're interested in my thoughts at all because I do have a few things to say here. On any points that I brought up, I will be taking questions. Or if you have anything else to say about the live. Or if you just wanna talk about other vmin or any other ship or member moments. I'm open for anything.

@00:00:00 Hobi, we already saw you. We know you're there. You can't fool us, lmao. I know that people watching it live may have came in after he scooted away and disappeared, but come on. He has to know that people in the comments will be letting everyone know it's not just Tae at that point.

Also @00 - Tae be looking good in this live. I know you creepy peeps had to be flipping out about that little bit of chest exposure.

@00:00:05 Well. There goes Hobi.

@00:00:05-00:00:34 - It's Tae just sitting there. Being the gorgeous being that he is. Breathing. Ugh. Don't you just love it when this man just breathes? Like. Oof. That some good use of his lungs right there. There's a little bit of him making a face in there somewhere, and he licks and bites his lips. And then Hobi has to laugh. Like we don't already know he's there. Everyone knows he's there.

@00:00:38 - Okay. I'll stop playing so much now that we're actually in the part where they finally actually start the live. Min springs up out of nowhere. Did you know he was there? I sure didn't.

~00:00:40 - Hoseok pops up, too, copies the sound that Chim made, and you get to hearChim's adorable laugh.

@00:00:41 - Someone thinks that Tae is Jin, and Hobi thinks it's hilarious. I think it's hilarious, but - also. Think about it like this. Those that were asking if it were Jin? Come on now, we all know they were just calling Tae handsome. BTS should know by now that in Army lingo Jin = handsome.

@00:01:11 - Hobi. Is. So. Beautiful. Fight me.

@00:01:21 - Hobi still beautiful.

~00:01:40 - They are talking about how they usually gather when they're in the States. Or Las Vegas. Specifically these members. With Kook. Whom they suspect will be joining them after he's done with his workout. Duh. I want JK to join them. The four of them just have such great energy together. I mean, the seven of them all have great energy together, but...yeah. Okay. Dance line + Tae is a superb combination, but not the only amazing combination in this team of 7. It's just they're the one in question right now so let me talk about how great their energies are together. Ugh. I'd talk about any other combination the same way if they were the topic lmao.

~00:01:52 - They are starting to eat! You know it makes me so happy when these boys *cough* men *cough* are stuffing their faces. I think it's because food makes me happy in general. My peeps at work were making fun of me today because I kept asking if it was lunch time...as soon as we got to work lmao. I can't help it. I make a good lunch, and I look forward to eating every day lol

~00:02:00 - Jimin starts setting things up so that they can eat. Getting more food and everything. And Hobi is still looking pretty uwu

~00:02:30 - Jimin to the rescue once again as the camera has a hard time focusing. Hobi points out that it's probably because of the food, so Jimin fixes the camera angle.

~00:03:00 - Tae doesn't understand why people want to watching mukbang because watching it makes him hungrier. Same. I had to prepare a snack to watch this live lmao. And I am eating a snack while rewatching to do this analysis lol

@00:03:17 - Hobi's smile and laugh. Can't get enough of his sunshine. Also, Chimsmiling and being all cute and stuff. Can't spell adorable without Hobi and Chim. Well...I guess you can, but that beside the point.

~00:03:45 - Taehyung is saying that the phone is too far away to read the comments, and Hobi assures us that he will read them later. Ugh. Angel. uwu

~00:04:55 - Hobi can't eat ginger. This is one of the biggest disappointments to me. I love ginger. lmao I mean. It's a good thing I will never have the chance to eat with him. ;;

~00:05:045 - Where did Chim's plate go? Pretty sure Tae wanted to put some food on his plate, but he took it away.

@00:05:03 - Bibimbap is a signature dish from Korea. Which, of course many of you probably already know that. And if you've ever had it before, you know why. Yummy.

@00:05:40 - I'm not surprised to hear them say Korean food in the US is tastier. Most of my friends who studied abroad here said the food was tastier. I told them it's because we put too much of everything here.

~00:08:20 - There's some kind of telepathy thing going on between Vmin here. Even Hobi doesn't know what's up lmao

~00:08:25 - Chim trying to protect Armies from the risqué picture on the wall lmao

~00:10:35 - Oh no. Hobi ate ginger. lol. Cutie.

~00:11:10 - Jimin assures Tae that the food isn't spicy. Tae says he trusts him. This is important in just a few minutes lol

~00:11:55 - Tae takes a bit of the food that Chim said wasn't spicy, but he thinks it's spicy lmao. He gives Jimin a face and tells him that it's spicy. Jimin says "I know you" and tries the food. Like. Boy. I don't doubt that you know your Tae. But I think he knows himself more. lol At least in terms of what he considers to be spicy or not. Don't worry. I'm not going to pick on you (or assume that you two aren't close/best friends) because you can't gauge his spice tolerance with 100% accuracy. If it was that easy to falter my belief in your friendship, I wouldn't be here lmao

~00:14:35 - Now that he's had some food, Hobi decides to read the comments. He reads one comment, but claims his face causes an unstable connection. lol

~00:14:50 - Jimin thinks Hobi's unstable face is hilarious. I assume he had to have made a face or something, but he's off camera, so we don't get to see it. Tae thinks it's hilarious that Chim finds it so hilarious, and I also think he gets a glimpse at whatever Hobi was doing lmao Even so, he was enjoying watching Jimin laugh so much that it took a full three seconds before he looked at Hobi. Then of course has to look back at Jimin lying on the floor (still laughing, as we see when he comes back up). Talk about smitten. lol

~00:15:10 - Jimin comes back up, still laughing. With Hobi's face right against the screen, we have Jimin and Tae laughing in the background. Tae tells us that Chim's almost crying lol

~00:16:55 - Intense staring between Hobi and Chim. Tae glances at Hobi before he starts laughing, making the other two laugh lol They don't get what's so funny, but they're cute anyway. The laughing continues for a good while, but unfortunately I can't understand what's so funny :( So oof...nothing much to say about it. But then they're joking about the names of Korean foods in English, and continue laughing lol

~00:19:14 - Jimin talking about eating fried chicken, but can't say the brand on Vlive. Hobi can't figure it out lol

~00:20:40 - There seems to be some more Vmin telepathy here. Like Tae could feel Chim's gaze on him. I suppose it's possible he could see Jimin staring at him from his peripheral, but eh. I dunno. It seemed more like he just felt the stare lol

The above image is Tae's face to Jimin leaving his side to check the comments. Poor little sad Taetae. lol (Disclaimer, because yes. I know this isn't him being sad that Chim is leaving his side. (probably. lol. no really.) It just so happens that this was his face the instant Chim went to read the comments, and I thought it was funny. So screenshot. And silly little analysis because I wanna be funny sometimes, but obviously admit when things are clearly taken out of context like this.)

~00:21:00 - Hoseok talking about how much he loves the food and wondering who picked it. Tae says that he did, and Hobi tells him that he loves him a lot lol because he likes the food. And then maybe it looks like Tae holds back a smile if you wanna see it (if you're looking for v/hope is what I'm saying).

~00:21:30 - While Jimin was up reading the comments, he says that the Armies keep asking the boys to marry them. Tae then asks the Armies if they want to marry them. Chim looks back at Tae, and Hobi looks at Chim. After looking at Chim, he then looks at Tae. We don't get to see Jimin's expression here, but let's play a little lol. Maybe Jimin thought Tae asked in a cool/smooth way, so he looked back at him. Or maybe he didn't want Tae to say that, and his look back was a warning for Tae to watch it. They do have to be careful a little bit about what they say, after all. Maybe one of them is getting married? (or is married?) or maybe they got married? since they're in vegas lmfao (takes the opportunity to drop this golden vmin fic in here for you guys) uwu lol okno. I can't say that. People will attack my askbox lmao. Whatever it was (and it being nothing is also a possibility) I can't begin to shoot out accurate guesses probably lol

~00:21:53 - Jimin decides that the Armies don't have anything to say either, so he goes back to sit down.

~00:23:28 - Ugh. I have never wanted to be Jimin so badly. To sit right there next to Hobi while he's looking like that? lmao Only joking, but also not. Sorry. I'll keep fangirling over Hobi to a minimum lol maybe

~00:24:23 - After Tae has been reading the comments for a moment, a fan tells him to go enjoy his food. Good on the fan. Tae and Hobi separate to let Tae have his spot back because of course he needs to sit next to his chimmy that's where his plate is lol

~00:24:25 - Oh. So is this a glimpse to how the dumpling fight got started? lmao Tae and Jimin can't decide whether to eat the ice cream now or wait. I imagine this is very mild compared to That Incident, but it's cute back and forth nonetheless. Jimin giggles about it uwu In the midst of it, we have Hobi moving closer to the screen again. Can you hear that? Is that my heart beat? Hobi, I can't handle you being so close lmao I'm SORRY. I'll stop. He's like close enough for me to kiss his forehead, but I can't kiss his forehead ;; This is torture ono I want to ruffle his hair unu

@00:26:02 - I guess that was their last spoon

~00:26:28 - More vmin soulmatery with them sliding off the couch at the same time lol

~00:28:15 - Hobi was talking about a friendship tattoo that was supposed to be a secret? Well, anyway. Little cuties up at the camera trying to say friendship in English and giving it his all. Proceeds to try and spell it, gets to 'r' and decides to simply ask "yes or no?" instead. Good save, Hobi. You did a solid. Also yes, that is Chim in the background eating with "the last spoon" that he gave to Tae earlier. Nothing weird. They do it all the time. The seven of them. Anyway. Back to the friendship thing, they seem surprised that Army will pretty much support them no matter what. I mean. Come on. Of course we will. We're like family lmao

~00:30:00 - Tae wants to know how long everyone has been an Army. Ey. If anyone reads this analysis this far and cares to, let me know! How long have you all been Army? Me? I've listened to BTS from the beginning, and I considered myself a fan since I was watching all of their content. However, I don't claim the fanbase name until I actually participate with other fans, and it was 2015 (or the HYYH era) in which I really solidified my identity as an Army.

~00:31:35 - They talk about Jimin's OST. They admit that they've already gotten to hear it, which is a privilege of them being part of the same group. And friends. But anywho. Let's talk about Jimin wanting to try new things and branching off and doing his own thing. He's always been the sort that says he want to collaborate "with his members" before doing anything with other people, and I have a lot of respect for him for caring about his members so much. That being said, I really am so happy to see him building his confidence and working on projects like this. His first song to be released on an official album was Friends. It took him seven years to create a song for an official album, but he did it. I can't express enough how happy it makes me to see him creating things, and I look forward to what we might be getting from him in the future.

~00:33:20 - They're talking about being natural with us, and Hobi's like...let me pretend the camera's not there and show them my back. Okay. But I wanna see your face ono Not that the back of his head isn't adorable too lmao gdi I will stop fangirling eventually lol

~00:34:55 - but not now apparently Hobi's laugh just makes my day. Ugh. I swear. If anyone ever comes to me and says anything bad about this ray of sunshine and all that is good in the world, I will FIGHT. Spit you into the fire and sell your soul to Satan. (Seriously. I have blocked people who sent any BTS member hate to my box. Don't do it.)

~00:36:00 not Tae smiling and looking at Chim's butt while he does pushups on the couch? lol okno but he really did

This tongue bite and side eye glance @ jimin. Time stamp in the screen shot lmao. obviously I'm playing.....

~00:36:40 - They think Army keeps seeing them like babies? Look. I made several attempts to refer to you all as men during this analysis lmao But you will always be boys to me. Mm. Hobi? Just two months younger than me, so he's not a baby in my eyes. Chim and Tae are getting close, but Kook is an absolute baby. When I say "baby" or "kid", obviously I know they're adults but they're younger than me. They can drink. And party. And have sex. They're adults. Grown men. Whom I will forever call boys because I call men boys in general. If I can be called a "girl" at 28 years old, they can be called "boys."

~00:37:15 - The fans want a heart. And Hobi gave them a heart uwu so precious. Oops sorry. Jimin looks at Tae and tells him to do the mouth thing. Hey. It wouldn't hurt my feelings if you two updated that selfie again for Tae's birthday this year. You know. The one as my dp? Please do lol And then Jimin sending hearts to Tae because why wouldn't he? lmao

~00:38:30 - They're scatting, but Tae gets into it. Ugh. Adorable lmao And Hobi being adorable in the background.

~00:38:47 - Ugh. Look at all that empty space on that couch next to Hobi. That's more than enough room for me. Let me be there ono

~00:38:50 - Hobi smiling fondly at vmin getting into wishing fans a happy birthday lol

~00:43:45 - Oh no. Hobi's getting closer again. My heart can't take it lol I need more Hobi dance videos. Seeing him dance in the little space here is cute, but I wanna see him dance

~00:44:30 - Hobi moves off camera ;; He's giving vmin their space lmao he just likes watching them. He admitted it. lmao

~00:45:04 - Oof. Hobi. I just wanna lay my head on your chest ;n;

~00:47:32 - All right. All right. The last three timestamps were all Hobi. I'm sorry. Here, we have Jimin serenading Tae. Happy? lol

~00:48:36 - Here ya go. The time stamp is where Jimin slaps Hobi's butt. A bit before this, they were bantering a little. Hobi asks to go take a shower, but Jimin says he'll go first. Cute little Ji/hope moment.

~00:48:40 - But then Jimin says he's going to the bathroom for real, and Tae wants to join him. lmao. No, only one of them can go at a time, Jimin says. I assume that there's probably more bathroom available than one, not that this was any "suggestive" thing going on here. Even if there's only one bathroom in the hotel room, they have their own rooms to go to. Either way, Jimin probably didn't want two of them to disappear at once, leaving one to film by himself. Tae never does go to the bathroom, though. So there's that lmao

~00:49:35 - Hobi is missing his Kookie ono "Our usual group is if Jungkook is here. But he's not here. This is not usual." Poor boo unu He says he thought JK would come, but he hasn't yet. I also thought he would come. I need my dance line + Tae combo. ;;

~00:50:40 - Tae is apparently looking for a compliment on his golfing ability. Hoseok doesn't give him one, so he tells Jimin when he returns, and of course Jimin has to compliment him. These two know each other too well lmao

~00:53:41 - Yeaaaahhhh They left just enough space for me between Hobi and Chim lmao. I am just kidding. I am not that small.

@00:54:48 - Not really my culture (or theirs) to say bless you, but they are in America. So Bless you, Tae. lol

~00:55:00 - Okay. Just for a second, let's appreciate the two different reactions to this story. Hobi and Tae both think Jimin's story is funny. While Hobi is not looking at Jimin while laughing, Tae keeps his eyes on Chim the whole time. And. Ugh. I can't help it. Let me appreciate Hobi's precious laugh. :D

~00:56:35 - Vmin stans. Just appreciate vmin leaning into each other when Tae sits back on the couch again.

~00:57:20 - Enjoy some ji/hope talking while Tae looks at his phone. This is a really cute moment of them just talking, and more of Hobi's precious laughter. There's so much trust here. I don't even let people look at my phone screen. Not even my sisters lol. I'm too private ;; I'm working on it it's just an anxiety thing..seriously. You guys are even lucky I share my thoughts here. I get anxious about such this, which is why I disappeared when I got too much going on in my askbox with all the hate I was getting....but I'm good now...and now that I got that off my chest, let's move on.

~00:58:50 - Hobi telling us to get some sleep because it's late. It was late in my time when they did this, but I watched it. And even now that I'm rewatching this part and typing this, I really should be in bed instead lmao. But alas. Here I am. Thanks for looking out for me though, Hobi. You are a true friend.

~00:59:40 - During the time on the couch, Hobi keeps moving forward and leaning back, but at some points, he's leaning into Jimin, too. So there's more Ji/hope for your hearts content. Tae is on Weverse at the moment, so most of this time is actually Hobi and Jimin interacting with each other, with Tae quietly leaning into Jimin and surfing Weverse.

~01:04:30 - Tae is talking about Kook and speak of the devil lol Kook finally decides to join the live. Seriously. I was about to give up hope of this happening lmao I'm assuming they're not hanging out with the door open because you can hear the door being unlocked. So does Kook just have a key to Hobi's room? They don't make 7+ copies of hotel room keys (because that would not be very secure, two is usually the limit), so I doubt that the members just have keys to each other's rooms. Yet. Kook seems to have a copy of Hobi's room key. Or the door was unlocked...but I'm not even sure if that would be possible. I've never tried to unlock a hotel room door before (to where no card key is needed to enter).

~01:04:50 - Kook finally shows his face to the camera! Hi baby! You look so cute after your workout lol There's some bantering about Jimin losing weight, and the fact that he ate. Kook has an overdramatic reaction to it. I imagine they probably had a deal to "keep each other" to some kind of plan, and Jimin betrayed him. lol But it's whatever and they shake over it.

~01:05:00 - Hobi moves off the couch to let Kookie sit. Is he moving to let Kookie have a seat on the couch instead of forcing him to sit on the floor after his workout? Or is he moving to let Kook sit next to his boyfriend Jimin? *coughs*Hopekook is real, so I'm gonna go with the first one*coughs* What? I didn't say anything. *coughs*but that's what I was getting at with the hotel key anyway*coughs* What? Hobi's probably just being a sweetie and letting Kook sit on the couch since he was just working out before that. Hobi is a sweet boyfriend like that.

~01:05:17 - Then we have Kook leaning into Jimin for some Ji/kook moment. uwu

~01:05:53 - There you go. Our TK moment. Tae saying that he gave a certain workout a try after learning it from Kook. And Kook even complementing him (or teasing him? I can't really tell) uwu either way they are too sweet. ouo

~01:06:00 - Kook excited about getting a boxing partner when Jimin starts boxing lol He is too cute

Anyway. I've not got time for a few more time stamps because I really do need to go to sleep and I need to wrap this up. There's a few more cute moments in here. You've got Kook wanting to go take a shower, and Tae tries to leave, too. Kook insists that he stays and finishes the live with them since he started it with them, and Kook actually ends up staying to the end, too.

Overall, this was a very entertaining live. I'm disappointed that Kook wasn't a part of it until approximately the last 10 minutes, but oof. It was so good to seem them just interacting and talking and telling stories. And doing the little quiz thing that I didn't time stamp in here, but it happens when Hobi and Jimin are in their own little world together with Tae looking through Weverse.

Anyway. That's it guys.

I hope that you enjoyed it. And yes. I am 100% completely gay (hence the name lesbian-vmin). I like women. Not boys. I'm just a little less gay for Hobi, but I'm like 100% joking if I ever say anything that sounds a little straight about him lmao. Still gay.

#220416 #analysis #live analysis

[nickgerlich]

Jet Set

“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”



It’s an oft spoken phrase, and essentially it means that we should learn from our mistakes, hopefully never to repeat them. While we can also argue that we should learn from our successes—a topic broached by my podcast guest on 17th April—the broader point must be taken: We must always be in learning mode.

And with this the final episode of the Daily Blog for the Spring 2023 semester—can I get a hallelujah?— it is only fitting that I focus on just that. By now, you have long grown accustomed to my style. I write 700-900 words every morning, and whenever possible, try to wrap it up in a story. You know how you trick your dog to take its meds by wrapping those pills in cheese? Yeah. That’s my MO. The cheese is just the story. Inside is the stuff you need to take in.

For my parting shot, I choose to use an example that was actually suggested by one of my MBA students this term. It’s a good one, and even though it predates much of the digital era as we know it, the lessons are huge and just as applicable. It even spawned a four-part Netflix limited series late last year.

For now, put yourselves back in 1996. Coca-Cola and Pepsi have been locked in the Cola Wars for decades, a battle that intensified in the 1970s with the Pepsi Challenge and blind taste-testing taking center stage. Pepsi, long mired in second place, learned that in tests like those, consumers actually preferred the taste of that product instead of Coke. Yet those same shoppers were undeterred by reality: they kept buying Coke anyway, and the rankings never changed, even when Coca-Cola blinked in 1985 and killed “Old Coke,” replacing it with “New Coke,” and then having to backstroke by (re-)introducing Coca-Cola Classic.



That’s another story for a different day. In 1996, though, Pepsi decided it was time for a sweepstakes that encouraged brand loyalty and frequent consumption. Collect Pepsi Points from cans and bottles, and redeem them for merch. It is a campaign that many marketers have used through the years.

But wait, there’s more. Pepsi listed one especially interesting prize: a $23 million fighter jet. Who would possibly take Pepsi seriously when they said you could redeem seven million points for the jet? Well, a 20-year-old college student named John Leonard did, and he set out to claim his jet. The problem, though, was that Pepsi had also made it possible for people to acquire needed points pretty cheap—10 cents apiece.



Mr. Leonard thought on this. He could buy seven million points for $700,000. Being a college student, he did not have that kind of money around, but he convinced millionaire Todd Hoffman to front the money. Bingo. Todd had the points needed to get his $23 million fighter jet, a bargain considering he could do it for $700,000.

The only problem is that Pepsi wasn’t buying it. JK, they said. Surely no one would take them seriously, right?

But Mr. Leonard did, and took them to trial. He claimed it was an offer, and that he had complied. Fortunately for Pepsi, though, the court ruled that an advertising claim does not constitute a unilateral offer. “Whew,” said the folks at Pepsi HQ. That was a close one. Never mind the hoops and hurdles of—you know—actually delivering a military-grade fighter jet to a private citizen. The story is so legendary that Netflix released it as “Pepsi, Where’s My Jet?” It’s a great watch, something I did last winter shortly after it was released.

Even though Pepsi prevailed, it had massive amounts of egg on its face. How stupid could a company be to promote something it had no intention whatsoever of following through on? The message is clear for any marketer staging similar promotions: If you are kidding, then you need to make that abundantly clear. It costs money to defend yourself, even if you win. And the black eye it suffered was not worth any value it received from the rest of the folks redeeming points for far more mundane things.

Now skip forward—notice how we no longer say fast-forward like in the days of VHS—to the digital era. Imagine how this would have played out on social media. It would have been far bigger, and millions more people would have known. Class action lawsuits would have been filed. Major media coverage would have ensued. I suspect there would have been boycotts, because…why not?

This is a sad story for Pepsi, but they are lucky it happened in 1996 instead of 2023. I really didn’t even need to wrap cheese around this one, because it is tasty on its own. I mean, unless you work for Pepsi. I can only imagine folks in the C-suite at Coca-Cola giddy with laughter.

Complicating matters is that, as we have discussed just this week, sometimes companies do things for shock value because they think or know it will all work out in the end anyway. Ask the folks at AB InBev about that. Or, listen to the latest podcast episode tomorrow in which I feature the Mayor of Uranus. Yeah. Shock. Insert every double entendre you can imagine. He wins; Pepsi lost.

It has been my pleasure to serve as your guide this term. It is customary that I leave you with a benediction. It will feel strange tomorrow morning knowing that I don’t need to write a blog until the 5th of June for summer term. It will be great that I have more time to work on a couple of book projects I put on the back burner.

Now may you all go forward with the realization that you must be information sponges in order to be an informed businessperson. May you keep your eyes, ears, and—most importantly—your minds open to the changes around you. And may you act responsibly, ethically, and professionally in all that you do. Good health, and shalom, y’all.

Dr “Stay In Touch—I Mean it“ Gerlich

Audio Blog

#marketing #Pepsi #fighterjet #sweepstakes

[shina913]

Okay so I reread Coquet up until chapter 8 (I’m not sure my heart is ready to relive the angst yet) BUT a few things I need to comment on:

1) If haru is in love (🙄) with Jennie then why the fuck is this man all side eyes and daggers to JK??? Like??? Is it just typical male bravado or? And was he really gonna tell reader about the whole Jennie sich at the wedding rehearsal dinner??? 😐 when he cornered her before she was like you know what it doesn’t matter and blew him off (iconic btw)

2) JK literally tells her “trust me” (like direct quote) THREE (3) TIMES. Once in each chapter for the first three chapters…oh shoot and then he writes it at the end of chapter 8 so that’s four (4) times!!!!! And idk 😐 I’m upset about it 😭 the man has been literally begging for her trust from the beginning??? They even had a whole ass convo about the inherent irony about it but he also has done a really good job of being open and honest I think and I’m just even more sad now 🤧. YN is gonna need quite the grand gesture to make it up to him 👀👀👀, bc he deserves it!!!!

3) chapter 6 had a ridiculous amount of foreshadowing in it that went completely over my head 🤦🏽‍♀️ I took so many screen shots of it 😂 I’ll send a separate ask with them bc wow…I should have seen so much of this coming wtf. IT WAS RIGHT THERE THE WHOLE TIME 🤯

4) this line in chapter 7 hits different now and just 😣😬

Like I know after he’s like no no that’s not what I meant but it still hurts to hear more now that we know what went down and that he called off the wedding (for now 🤞🏽).

So, I had to sit and think about this for a minute because I’m in the middle of trying to write Coquet 9 and it’s getting way too angsty 😂😂😂

Anyway, I’ll answer this per question:

1) The short answer is—typical male bravado. He feels threatened and somewhat insecure that the woman whom he left is somehow happy without him? Also, (even though I only glossed over it) –JK literally just got there and everyone is already fawning over him?? That’s just testimony to how ‘charming’ he is. Those 5-star ratings don’t lie!

2) Ah…trust. Very tricky. 😬 So, going into this date, as I wrote in Part 8, he wanted to try something ‘different’ for this booking. This was going to be the last one—ever since, well—keeping up with his other job has been a challenge lately, which is mostly why he stepped away from being an escort (tiny spoiler there). I’ve also gone into a lot of introspection from OC’s POV in the beginning, where she is fully aware that this is all for show. It’s fake. That’s not new information to her because she wanted this. But as she spends more time with JK, those lines are blurred…and then there’s their convo about being honest with each other early on. As someone who’s recently gone through a bad breakup, OC finds herself questioning his motives even though he is trying to be honest with her. I think that’s one thing that JK forgets. They haven’t really gone into detail about OC and Haru’s breakup and all that. At the heart of it, there’s some trauma and lots of apprehension on her part. That’s the bit of reality that I’m trying to add there. She’s obviously attracted to him but it’s also a confusing time for her. I sort of implied that OC hasn’t really gone out with anyone since Haru dumped her so—it’s a complex dance.

For JK’s part—this is the first time he’s actually trying to be himself around someone he’s attracted to. It’s also been a while for him (another spoiler) so in a way, there’s also some lack of experience on his side.

They’re both trying to figure things out as they go. Also, as deep as I feel like this story has gotten, I have to keep reminding myself that we’re basically talking days here—not even a week into them getting to know each other. In ‘Bachelor/Bachelorette’ context, this marks the end of the group dates and we are just starting to get into 1-on-1 dates and maybe, MAYBE…the fantasy suite. In the end, somebody gets disappointed and/or ends up crying and having to leave in a fancy car 😂😂. I hope that made sense?

Having said all that, he still didn’t deserve those words from OC. She was emotional and irrational, yes but—at the end of the day, words hurt just as much, if not more so…OC will have to grovel!

3) YES it did LOL!! I like to set my table early, you know. But sometimes, the details get buried…much like that locket detail when I first read HP: OOTP 🤣! I literally had to go back after they referenced it in HBP. But anyway, I felt like I was a bit more explicit in my writing and I appreciate that you actually went back to look. Some readers were already picking it up after I published that—hence all the, “I knew it” comments 😅

4) I just wanted to really drive the point home—that Taehyung loved Jennie soooo much, which would make the scene in Part 8 much more potent…and in turn, it will also play into the next couple of updates. Funny enough, as my sister was beta-reading this part for me, she referenced a similar musing that Taehyung made in “In The Soop” (I think??) where he talks about his mixtape and he says he doesn’t know when he’ll release it yet and that he keeps deleting songs because he doesn’t want to sing about emotions that he doesn’t feel anymore.

And, honestly, how you’re interpreting that speech now wasn’t my initial intention but given the context of the events that took place after that, that can easily apply to that situation, too.

As I’m writing Part 9, there will be similar monologues to this, or at least in the same context. It’s a bit dramatic but then…I wouldn’t be me if it wasn’t dramatic, right? 😎

#shina asks #mikayla #miksancheese #coquet x jjk reblog

[armpirate]

The Only One || JJK || Ch. 44

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

The bright light that peeked through the half opened curtains of their room forced her to blink again after opening her eyes, cuddling to the embrace of the man behind her as she tried to hide her face on his forearm. Y/n just rubbed her cheek against his skin, sighing lowly.

Her mornings had been like that every day since she woke up after losing her conscience in the back of the van. Jungkook was glued to her, resting his chest against her back, with one arm surrounding her neck -so she could lie on it-, and his right hand covering the thin scar on her stomach, with his thumb reaching to his mark.

At first, she thought it was just a habit he'd lose with time, that he'd let go of after the wound he kept healing turned into the soft pink scar she had then. But five months later, there he was, covering that line with his palm, as if that would keep it from opening or hurting.

She tried to crawl on the mattress without waking him up, trying to set free from his grip, but she was only able to move a few centimeters away before Jungkook pulled her back to her position with a tired groan.

—Don't go —he asked with a raspy voice—. Tell me what you need, and I'll bring it to you.

She understood that attitude when her movements were limited because of her wound, and even more because of Jungkook. He was always trying to please any of her needs, while also keeping her from moving too much. And, when he wasn't around, he made sure to leave one of their men looking after her. Although she always ended up convincing them to give her the freedom she needed. Whether she was good with words or they were more scared of her than they were of him, it was something she didn't really care about. She always ended up having it her way.

—If I need to go to the bathroom, will you bring it here? —she chuckled, moving her fingers over the reverse of his left hand.

While he puckered his lips, he tried to think of the answer, moving his thumb down to the rugosity of her scar to caress it. It was such a dumb thing to do, but it made him feel at such an ease, he just couldn't help it. It had been four months since it stopped being a danger for her, yet he still tried to make sure it was close and healthy.

—I never tried it, but maybe. Do you need to go to the bathroom?

—Oh, seriously —she huffed.

Rolling on by herself, she turned to face Jungkook and find him with a playful smile.

—You weren't treating me as if I were made of glass last night, quite the opposite actually —Y/n reprended him.

Jungkook didn't reply back to her whines, he simply pinched her chin, instantly making her smile back.

—I promised you I'd look after you, and that's what I'm going to do —he insisted, faking a serious voice—. Does my queen need to go to the bathroom? I'll take her to the bathroom.

But Y/n stopped him before he was able to get up, quickly reaching for his arms and placing them over his head.

—I can do it alone —she repeated.

He faked being hopeless and weaker just for a few seconds, allowing her to think she actually had enough strength to keep him down in that position. All it took him was a smirk from her to groan as he moved, rolling on the mattress until she was trapped under his body.

—You can —he nodded—. I just like helping you. And you're going to let me, right? —he tilted his head— Hmm, right? —he said lowly, bending over her— Let me spoil you.

Her back arched, along with a loud gasp leaving her throat when he went for her throat, instead of kissing her lips. The way his fingers pinched a concrete spot on her side and his teeth bit on her beck got her squirming, trying to move her body away as she laughed and tried to push him.

—Okay —she finally gave in—. You win.

Jungkook smiled, proud of his victory as he stood up next to their bed, ready to pick her up.

—I don't have to go to the bathroom though. It was just an example —she stopped him, when he hooked one of his arms under her legs.

His lips were pressed tight after her comment, allowing his piercing to be more notorious. He breathed in deeply, just hearing her giggles while she played with his hair.

—We're going to take a shower, anyway. We have somewhere to go later.

She couldn't guess where they needed to be. Honestly, she didn't know why they were back in Mallorca in the first place, but she didn't fight his idea. Instead, she agreed to it faster than expected, leaving his convincing justification for another day.

She was still as confused two hours later, well dressed up and chilling with the soft breeze that filled the terrace every few minutes and that came with a heavy smell of sea. That same one she didn't know she loved so much until she closed her eyes, and relaxed to the salty smell.

—You really like it here —he smiled, lying his back against the backrest, admiring her peace.

—Hmm —she nodded—. Which is ironic, because I used to hate it. I kept hearing it whenever I was on my way to the club, so I guess I ended up linking that sound and the smell to that part of my life —she frowned, finally opening her eyes—. It's so calm now —she pointed out, looking at the see brightened by the reflection of the sun.

—Why do you like it now?

—Because I'm enjoying it with you —she quickly replied, moving her gaze to him.

But just when he was about to speak, a shrill voice interrupted him. Y/n recognized that tone perfectly, and it was reflected on the way her eyes opened with surprise. The man in front of her was still calm, as if he knew perfectly what was about to happen. And, in a way, he did know. It was no coincidence he took Y/n to that terrace, while also asking her to take her Prada bag, instead of the one she usually used.

Y/n turned, seeing her mother walking to her quickly, unable to dodge the hug when she jumped at her as soon as she stood up. Both of her arms stayed on each side of her body, just waiting for her mother to feel as uncomfortable as her and let her go.

She looked older, which made sense. Seven years had gone by, and several things had happened in between. She wasn't the same as she was the day they kicked her out. But she guessed it hit her like a truck when she barely recognized her mother. That lady looked after her looks constantly, she was the type to go to the gym seven days a week, and never step out of her house without makeup on. But there she was: completely natural, with her wrinkles perfectly visible, several white locks standing out among her brunette color, and with several kilos added to her -then- thin figure.

And she could almost say the same about her father, who joined them shortly after.

Jungkook, aware of how confused and shocked Y/n was, stood and reached to them, placing a hand in the middle of her back.

—I'll explain it to you later —he whispered.

She for sure wouldn't give him time to speak after she ran away from there, because she was already planning on several ways to kill him if she ever found out he was behind all of that.

Seeing her parents after so long was a punch at her throat that she didn't expect, and even less from him. She was having a hard time sitting straight, feeling their eyes on her as they took the spot Jungkook was taking minutes before. All of her memories were colliding against one another. With every wave collapsing against the wavebreaker, a new memory showed up. All the difficulties and pain she went through, all the sacrifices she had to do... She had always blamed it all on the people that were pretending to care about her at that moment.

—We're relieved to see you're doing great —her mother commented.

As soon as she arrived at the place, her eyes fell onto the expensive bag and the latest phone that were placed over the table. In all those years, her mind barely went to her, but whenever it did, she never imagined that the future would be so bright for Y/n.

Y/n simply scoffed, looking away while the knot in her throat tightened with anger, holding back every temptation of running away from there.

—Where's the kid?

—I lost it —Y/n quickly replied—. I had a miscarriage as I worked two jobs to keep myself alive —she roughly commented, feeling her jaw tensing with every word—. So you won't have to pretend you're happy to see a kid you didn't want in your life either way.

—Honey, we're sorry. We know we made a mistake —her father chose to intervene.

—A bit too late, don't you think? —her head was tilting in a challenging way— What is this even about? What's with the family reunion?

Her mother looked at Jungkook, and later looked back at Y/n, gulping thick before she felt encouraged to speak.

—We didn't have it easy either —that comment made Y/n scoff—. Your father lost his job, and we're barely able to keep up with the expenses. We can't sell the house either...

—So you need money? —Y/n interrupted— Is that what all of this is about? What should I do? Feel bad for you? Yeah, well, I don't. I think that's the least you two deserve.

As Y/n was about to stand up to leave, her mother's hand flew over the table, suddenly stopped by Jungkook's fingers around her wrist. The sound of the skin clappin made Y/n react, conscious of the deadly look her boyfriend was dedicating at her mother before he let go of it. She knew that look. He was warning her, because the next time she tried something similar he wouldn't just stop her.

—I'll be fair with you —Y/n commented.

She opened her bag, taking her purse out and throwing two hundred euros over the table.

—That should be enough for you two to survive until you find something else. Sounds familiar to you?

While her mother ranted several things, Y/n just walked away from the table. She hated that moment, but there was something so fulfilling and pleasing in what had just happened, that she couldn't be totally bothered about it.

—And you better tell me what all that was about —she warned Jungkook, who walked behind her calmly—. Because I'm not dumb to think you had no idea.

He advanced to her position, with both hands in his pockets. His aura was so calm despite everything that had happened, that she wondered if it was because he didn't understand half of the things they talked about because of the language. But then he smirked, and she knew his calmness had to do with something else.

—Let's say Jimin turned into the partner of the company your father worked in, and they needed to leave some people behind —Jungkook shrugged—. He was left jobless, and desperate enough to cause a fire to get money from the insurance. Things happen —he shrugged—. Also, the asshole of your ex boyfriend was also quite unlucky, he was caught while trafficking with some of Pedro's merch a few months ago —as he clicked his tongue, he tilted his head.

Her heart stopped beating when he hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body and placing one of her locks behind her ear.

—I told you: whoever hurts you will deal with the consequences of it. I will ruin them, and I will make you be above them. Always. Because that's where you belong.

Maybe she was twisted as hell for having those thoughts, but her heart skipped a beat at the fact that Jungkook was willing to do whatever it took to make her happy. He wasn't scared of getting some dirt in his hands, he put no limits to his actions for her. He was loving her, openly. And she was already loving him the same way.

He just wanted her to close a chapter that had been opened for way too long, even if she hardly ever talked about it. And there wasn't a better way than letting her realize she had overcome everything she was in her past, and left behind all of the ghosts that just sucked her back into the darkness whenever she allowed herself to feel happy.

✸ ✸ ✸

Y/n had been waiting for Jungkook to come back ever since he left to meet up with Jimin. She did spend some time outside, walking near the beach until she found Amira, carrying a paper bag that she'd later hand to her. She had asked for it when her ex-colleague was working as her only source inside the club, informing her of Pedro's every move.

And she took it, not asking any questions. Just doing what she was told, because she thought she owed it to Y/n.

—I remember the day you first came into the club, and thought how you had no business being there. But I'm still glad to see life has treated you the way you deserved.

Her lips were pressed together, remembering her words, and also comparing herself to her young self. She was scared, intimidated by everything around her, thinking there was no place for her in life, because it kept pushing her to the edge, waiting for her to jump. But there she was: making it through life, always supported by a person that loved her and respected her.

Y/n smiled fondly when she heard his voice through the door of the bathroom, able to see the smile on his face with just a word. Meanwhile, Jungkook's smile slowly dropped, confused at how dark the room was. The thicker curtains were drawn, so it'd seem it was night already. And the lights were lit in an intimate way, enough for him to see, but low enough to make it cozy and sensual.

—Doll, what's all of this?

She tried to control her smile, looking at herself in the mirror, double checking the fit was looking the way it should before she opened the door. Jungkook was sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at his phone until the lock of the door clicked and the shadow of her curves were visible on the wall opposite to the bathroom.

He would've expected anything, but not what he saw.

The fake pearls of the corset fell over her belly and waist delicately, helping to accentuate her figure. He recalled the first time he saw her with that one, walking through the darkness, under the spotlight that barely had its focus on her, before he was completely lost on the way her body moved. And almost a year later, that exciting feeling was being multiplied by ten. Not only was he craving her body like never before, that added nostalgia the corset brought made his heart sink to his chest.

It was all the same, except for his initials peeking over the strip of her bra in the middle of her chest. Although he could see the ink going lower, reaching the new scar, and he could only think of the idea of her retouching the tattoo so it hid that other wound.

Nothing was needed to be said, because a smirk from her, and an attentive look from his, and she knew it was okay to go on with her idea.

The hairs of his arm raised with the start of that familiar melody, excited to see what would be coming after. His eyes followed her as she walked to his front, tracing her body with grace as she bent back to the white bureau behind her, dedicating him a daring gaze.

—What do you want? —she asked.

But instead of asking her to dance and get naked, he got up. Her eyebrows shrinked at his sudden move, lips slightly puckering while her head tilted to the sight for a quick second.

—Do you really want to know what I want? —Jungkook inquired slowly, walking to her.

His hands covered hers, trying not to support himself at the edge of the furniture so he wouldn't hurt her. As he bent over, Y/n could feel his warm breath caressing her skin with the same delicacy his hands were using to press on hers.

The reverse of his fingers moved over her soft skin, moving the beads as he advanced over her belly up her chest, which raised and lowered notably with every breath she took. Jungkook didn't make a sound as he unclasped the corset first, still amazed by how easily she took it off back in the day while dancing, just to later take off her bra, moving the strips down her arms until her surprise was already revealed -even if it wasn't the way she expected to do it. She didn't care though. The way his pupils expanded and his eyes squeezed momentarily as he smiled was enough for her.

He carefully moved his thumb over the unhealed tattoo. His initials were back to be clearly seen over the small wounds, with an "'s" added behind it. The "s" was prolonged, with a knot in the middle, and linked to the word "only" over the scar she got after being stabbed.

"Jk's only" he thought, with a proud smile hinting on his face.

—I want you to be mine forever. That's what I want —Jungkook answered, finally looking back at her—. I want to get married to you, and make you the happiest woman forever. Y/n —he called her, sneaking his left hand in his pocket—, I want to keep giving you the life you deserve. I want us to keep being a team. I want my life to end with you.

Y/n was so focused on the way his eyes seemed to shine brighter than ever, despite the low lights, that she wasn't aware of the ring he was carrying until it was in front of her face.

Somehow, her expression was twisted. It definitely was something that took him off guard. He didn't plan to ask her that way, he had a whole different idea in his head before he saw her, but when she walked out the bathroom wearing that, with the small glimpse of that new tattoo, his head was long gone.

He didn't care about the plan, because he needed to get those feelings out of his chest.

—Actually...

Y/n mumbled, closing her eyes momentarily before she moved under his embrace, stretching her arm until it reached the back of the TV. There was a black velvet box in her hand, that she opened to show him the simple golden ring inside.

—I was going to do the same thing. 

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#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #mafia!au #The Only One #reader insert #armpirate

[fakestype]

Gatekeeper was an idol trainee with Seiya Hidaka and Priest at Shuuetsu. I follow my theory that Godfather is in fact Seiya Hidaka, and Gatekeeper fell in love with his love for idols which only heightened through meeting Akehoshi, who was a Yumenosaki trainee. The four would frequently hang out together. Unfortunately, Seiya was unable to be in a unit with Akehoshi, and created Double Face in hope of one day singing with Akehoshi at a time where solo idols were more popular which could never come to fruititon.

Gatekeeper and Seiya argue constantly but actually care, even if said argument can look quite violent, as Gatekeeper's a sadist at heart: he always take things too far naturally so, and it is something Seiya likes as it fits his raw ambition. Upon Seiya's death, Priest took his place which pull up again my brainrot theory on Gate's blog.

Per default I assume RPer who takes on Seiya wants to write not Priest acting as Seiya but the real Seiya, therefore in a timeline where his death was faked or he was never dead in the first place just that Godfather "vanished." No matter the Godfather/Seiya headcanon is to be applied or not, Gatekeeper and Seiya have trained togehter in the same class and academy. Gatekeeper has not fallen in love with him if Seiya is not Godfather, given his love was due to the cruel ruthlessness of Godfather. Now leave me alone I can't stop thinking about them. /jk

#.fakestype ( headcanon )

[dearedwardteach]

Yes; exactly, thank you for putting into words what I couldn't express. I was genuinely excited by the solo work of the members but tbh even Jimin's album sounded a little bit flat to me (and NO,it's not because it was more straight than I wanted lol). Even Yoongi disappointed me despite the good songs in his album because his whole tour is so capitalist-coded it's amazing lol. I'm still enjoying the band but it's truly disappointing. So yeah let's wait for the rest of JK album but...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

yeah I've talked with a few ppl who didn't like jimins solo that much as well. for myself I've grown to like it progressively, I struggled with the hype around it more than with the album itself (bc it came after the shitshow that were jitb and indigo promo by hybe, it has more to do with the way hybe and armies are favouring maknae line than anything else so it's not on him musically lol) cause at the end of the day Jimin took part in the creative process and even if half the songs weren't my cup of tea musically, i still liked that he tried - u can see and feel he's working on his identity as an artist. im scared jks album won't even have that, or that the songs that are actually a reflexion of his musical identity won't outweight the more seven like songs... we'll see

as for face not being queer enough ive actually been giving an unhealthy amount of thoughts about bts and queerness these past few months 💀 ill try to be brief cuz I could go for ten paragraphs lol, but basically i don't think we can - and should - expect for them to openly state that they are / to come out, for multiple reasons. firstly if they ever do express more clearly their queerness it will be AFTER everyone is done with military service, no matter how many solo stuff they put out in the meantime. they just can't afford to be out with the current korean gov breathing down their necks. secondly they are not western artists and it's important to remember that the notion of coming out is a profoundly western one (no matter your race) and that for a lot of LGBT+ ppl in non-western part of the world it is not something that's necessary / desirable to openly live out your queerness. lastly i think we don't need them to, because we know. they've already shown us, or at least they've never hidden it. the only reason ppl won't accept it is because to be recognise as LGBT+ in the eyes of cisheteronormativity, you HAVE TO explicitly say it otherwise they will refuse to acknowledge it and will impose cisheterosexuality on you - and sometimes not even coming out is enough. like, I said it before, that yoongi has basically come out like four times in their careers already. that ppl refuse to acknowledge it is on them, not him. they've already shown us that at least a few of them are queer in plenty of ways, so as a fellow queer army let me reassure you that they are with us 💓💓💓

as for yoongi and the tour, I won't lengthen this ask even more lmao, as I've already said what I thought about it here and here, but mostly my take is: yes, he is part of the problem, yes it's infuriating, but he's just one pebble amongst all the other rich famous ppl out there, and if at the end of the day his music brings you joy, don't beat yourself up too much abt still staning him (but still remember that it's okay to be critical of them and their actions!)

#anon #ask #answered #jeon jungkook #park jimin #min yoongi #bts #i soend an unhealthy amount of time thinkig about those boys jesus 💀💀💀