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Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, boyfriend!jungkook/reader, artist!jungkook

➥Summary: After surprising Jungkook with his own studio room for his paintings, he couldn’t be any more over the moon. All’s well and good until he’s struggling to find inspiration...which you happily provide him with. He’s ecstatic to find his muse in you, and painting your portrait brings him so much joy. Things take a turn however, when he suddenly realizes what else he wants to paint.

➥Genre: established relationship, tiny bit of angst if you squint, fluff, smut

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~7.9k (small drabbles don’t exist for me apparently, oops)

➥Content warnings: most of this at the beginning is just cute fluff domestic times (finally not much angst!), blonde jungkook, jk ties his hair up at some point (my weakness), jk puts paints on the reader, making out, slight hair pulling, cursing, shower sex times, jungkook has a big dick, oral (m. receiving), very slight mouth fucking, dirty talk, fingering (very brief), unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), biting, cumming inside, cute times in the shower, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops

A/N: hello! This is part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series, but it can be read as a stand-alone! Their relationship will make a lot more sense though if you’ve read OFY beforehand. This fic takes place roughly around six months after the events of OFY (so in between that and the dream drabble I also posted).

Once again, thank you to @dntaewithluv for her endless support and always giving me feedback, I forever appreciate you and your friendship is more than I could ever ask for 💜

I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:

When I Dream of You - ~1 year after OFY

Stay With Me - a few months after the dream drabble

Also, I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Series Masterlist

➥All Works Masterlist

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn

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You would do absolutely anything in the world for Jeon Jungkook.

Seeing him happy had to be at the top of your list of favorite things in the world, as it had been for many years as his best friend, and now in the several months since the two of you started dating. Some things just never changed, you guessed.

Which is why you took it upon yourself to change one of the spare rooms in the house you two were renting into a space where he could thrive as the artist he was. Initially, the two of you thought it would be nice to use that space as a work area for you, since your job required you to sometimes do work from home. And for a little while, that’s exactly what you did.

But ever since you found out Jungkook liked to paint – scratch that, he loved to paint, and had been doing so for longer than you thought – the gears started turning in your head.

The current space he was using to create his art was definitely less than ideal. The house had a decent sized garage area, so there was enough room for him to store his supplies and be able to paint without it being too much of an issue. The downside, though, was it was cramped and even though Jungkook said he didn’t mind it, you still couldn’t help the frown from masking your features whenever you saw him huddled up so close to his easel.

For the last few weeks, and with lots of help from internet searches, you’d been slowly converting your space into something like a studio. You didn’t have to worry about Jungkook finding out, either, since he very rarely went into that room seeing as he had no reason to. He respected your privacy the same as you respected his, so this made everything infinitely easier for you in the long run.

The day had finally arrived where you would show the new space to Jungkook. Everything was set up as perfect as you could manage it – at least you hoped so – and you were dying of excitement to show him as soon as possible.

You were also, however, incredibly nervous at the same time. What if he didn’t like it? Even worse, what if he hated it?

Of course, you knew deep down that there was no way Jungkook could hate anything you ever did, unless it was something horrible, but you worried about everything because that’s just how you were. So, when the two of you were sitting at the dinner table one night, you tried hard to swallow the lump in your throat as you listened to Jungkook talk about his newest work.

“I really think you’re gonna like how this one turns out, angel.” Jungkook was offering you a sweet smile as he went to grab another bite of food from his plate. You managed to smile back, despite the hammering of your heart against your chest. He was basically handing you the perfect opening for you to segue the conversation!

“I know I’ll love it, Koo.” You watched as his small smile turned into a full grin, his nose scrunching up in that adorable way that had you falling in love with him all over again every time you saw it.

“Speaking of your paintings,” you started off, clearing your throat while he swallowed down his food. He looked at you with his undivided attention and it made your heart skip a beat.

Ok let’s be real, every damn thing this man did made your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah? What about them?” He twirled more of the noodles around his fork while he waited on your answer.

You gulped. “Wouldn’t you like it if you had more space?”

Jungkook chuckled and placed his fork down, shaking his head as he placed on hand on top of yours that was still resting by your plate. You’d barely touched your food and he noticed.

“Baby,” he started, “as much as I would love to have a bigger space, what I have now is just fine. I know you think it’s stifling my creativity in there, but I’m still creating things and am comfortable.” He squeezed you hand gently before returning to his food.

“I get that you think the garage is fine but what if I told you that- that you could have a bigger workspace.” You finally picked up your fork and were poking around at your own food now, avoiding his gaze. You could feel his stare boring into you regardless, though.

“I mean – yeah, hypothetically I could have more space, but it’s not in the cards for us right now and that’s ok, too. Maybe one day.”

The way he always was optimistic about your future together made you feel warm all over. Jungkook liked to look on the bright side of every situation, and it’s been enough to help you keep your own wits about yourself numerous times now.

But this time you wanted to show him that the future could be closer than he realized.

“Koo, can you come with me real quick? I have something I want to show you.”

You didn’t miss the confused look that flashed across his face for a second before his calm demeanor took over again.

“Of course.” He hopped up from the table, that smile you adored now plastered on his face. “Lead the way.”

“Ok but I also need you to close your eyes.” You reached out to take his hand and were rewarded with an eyebrow raise.

He hummed thoughtfully but did as you asked, closing his eyes and grasping your hand tighter so you could lead him wherever you planned to.

You walked through the house pulling him behind you, feeling your heartbeat quicken with every step to where its pace was almost concerning. Whether or not it was mostly from excitement or nervousness, you weren’t sure.

You finally reached your destination and let go of his hand so you could open the door.

“Keep your eyes closed, ok,” you asked. Jungkook simply nodded and you saw a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had no idea what you were about to show him, but knowing you and how much he loved pretty much anything you did, he was sure it’d probably make him happy.

And he couldn’t have been more correct in his assumption.

At the quiet sound of you telling him he could open his eyes he did so, slowly at first, blinking to adjust to the light the now flooded over the both of you. It took him several seconds to register exactly what he was seeing, and when he did he couldn’t speak. All he could do was stare around the room, mouth agape.

Decorating the walls were the paintings he had given you, beautiful works of various sizes and themes. Alongside the far wall was a tall shelf that housed all his supplies (how had you managed to get them past him without him noticing?), and even some new things like paints he’d been eyeing for a while and other tools he hadn’t had a chance to get himself yet.

But in the middle of the room stood his easel and chair, set up in the similar fashion as it had been in the garage. His apron was draped across the back of the chair, and there was even tarp laid out underneath the workspace. You research had paid off because everything was set up in such a way that it created the perfect atmosphere for Jungkook’s creativity to shine through in ways it hadn’t been able to before.

You weren’t aware of this yet, however, because you were still watching Jungkook’s reaction. He still hadn’t said anything, and as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, you started to wonder if this was the right call-

Strong arms were pulling you up from the ground and spinning you around before you could process it, making you squeal with delight as Jungkook twirled you before bringing you back down to pepper kisses all over you face.

“Angel, I can’t believe this, you did all this for me?” He was still holding onto your hips tightly, beaming as he looked down at you. Your nod and giggle was all the confirmation he needed before he pulled you into another kiss, this one slightly more heated than the ones before.

“Do you like it,” you questioned when the both of you pulled away to breathe. Jungkook laughed before taking your face in his hands and brushing his nose along yours.

“Do I like it? Baby, I love it. It’s perfect! Thank you so much.” Another kiss. “I love it and I love you, I love you so fucking much.”

His happiness made your heart soar and you definitely knew that you’d do something like this an infinite amount of times if it meant he’d keep that smile on his face.

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A few weeks passed by and Jungkook had been using his new studio nearly everyday at this point. His creations had been increasing in numbers and he was starting to receive commissions from others thanks to his small online shop he’d set up with your help. He still worked at the bar as his primary job, but he was also grateful to have a hobby on the side that could potentially yield something lucrative.

Of course, Jungkook’s increase in his time spent on his art still didn’t take away from his time with you. If anything, it gave the both of you another way to spend time together, since now there was enough space for you to sit in and observe him paint when you couldn’t before. You often sat quietly and either did some of your own work or engaged in your own hobbies while he painted, and it was always peaceful.

There came a day, though, that you never thought you’d experience: Jungkook had run out of inspiration. He’d hit his first real artist’s block and it was taking a bigger toll on him than he would’ve liked.

You rubbed his shoulders as he sat in front of his easel one night, groaning in frustration about his current work. “It’s not turning out at all like I want it to. I’ve been struggling with finding new inspiration and it clearly shows in whatever this is.” He vaguely gestured to the canvas, prompting you to place a kiss on his cheek as you ran your hand through his pretty blonde hair. You knew that always helped to calm him down and this case was no exception.

Jungkook sighed heavily, turning to place a kiss on your palm that was still lingering around his face. “Sorry, I don’t mean to get worked up. It just sucks, you know? I’d been on this really good streak of creating things and now I just…can’t. It’s weird and I don’t like it.” He pouted slightly and the sight made you giggle.

“I know, baby, but you’ll figure something out. You always do.” You placed a kiss on top of his head before you walked around to sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and one of his hands cradled your waist to steady you.

He was humming thoughtfully as he looked you up and down, your hands now playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“What are you thinking about?”

He smiled slyly. “You.”

You rolled you eyes before returning the smile. “Ok, what about me? I’m curious.”

His hand was rubbing up and down your side. “Nothing in particular, just usually looking at you can help me with inspiration.”

His confession made you gasp. “Really?”

He nodded and smiled wider. “Really. You inspire me a lot.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before sighing again. “This time though it’s not really working like I’d hoped.”

You watched his eyes close and his brows furrow before an idea popped into your head. “Hey,” you reached down to tilt his chin up so he’d look at you, “It might be a long shot, but: have you ever considered painting portraits?”

He pursed his lips as he thought about it. The simple act made you want to kiss him but now wasn’t the time.

“Honestly…no. I’ve never thought about it before because I usually prefer to paint scenery.”

You searched his eyes as you asked your next question. “Well, if you want to try, maybe you could paint me? Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, maybe it can help spark a new idea or something?”

You watched as his eyes slowly lit up at your suggestion, his face morphing into a smile that you mirrored.

“That’s a great idea! It’s something new and it also includes you, so I already love it.” You chuckled in his lap as he hugged you closer, placing a small kiss on your neck. “Thank you.”

You ran your hands through his hair again before leaning back. “Anything for you. Do you want to start now?”

He thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, we can do that. Is there, uh – was there something specific you wanted to wear for it?”

You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. “Are you suggesting you want to paint a nude portrait?”

Even though Jungkook knew your body better than you did at this point, your words still managed to make him blush as he groaned. “No, I wasn’t thinking that- not that I’d mind of course just you know, whatever makes you comfortable-”

You laughed at his flustered nature before hopping off his lap. “You’re so cute. I’ll go find something to change into, it shouldn’t take long.”

“R-right,” he stuttered, still clearly somewhat affected by what you had said. You shook your head with amusement as you went to your bedroom to find something to wear. You settled for a purple dress that you knew Jungkook loved, and considering a lot of his paintings involved shades of purple and blue, you figured it would be perfect.

You knew you made the right choice when you stepped back into the room and saw Jungkook’s face when his eyes fell on you. He looked like he’d never seen someone so beautiful (he looked at you like that a lot and it always did something to you) and your lips curled upwards into a smile before you could realize it.

You stopped in the doorway and twirled, giving him a full view of the dress. “Is this ok?”

You already knew the answer, but it was always nice to hear him say it.

He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it’s perfect. You can, uh, you can take a seat whenever you’re ready.”

While you were changing, Jungkook had pulled one of the loveseats from the living room into the space so you’d have somewhere to sit or lay while he painted you. The loveseat was a dark blue color and it contrasted beautifully against the color of your dress. You decided to lay on it in a comfortable pose, and you couldn’t help the small giggle you let out at Jungkook’s reaction to your choice.

You had laid an arm behind your head, turning your face so you were looking at him while the rest of your body was sprawled out on the loveseat. One of your legs dangled over the side, making the skirt of your dress hike up somewhat. You were very comfortable, and Jungkook was very happy with your pose.

“Make it pretty, ok,” you joked with him. He smirked at your comment.

“You know I will. I’ll use my best colors, just for you.”

“Wow, I feel special,” you quipped back. You were rewarded with the sound of his beautiful laughter as it echoed off the walls.

“You’re the most special,” he admitted honestly. You gave him a brilliant smile and he felt his heart stutter.

With the way you were looking at him, Jungkook thought that if he didn’t start painting, he may never start. So, he forced himself to tear his eyes away from you so he could find the paints he needed to get started. He tied up his hair, a few of the blonde strands escaped and framed his face but he didn’t seem to mind it too much as he got to work.

Thankfully, since you’d chosen a good position, the process was easier than you thought it would be. You just had to lie there and watch him work, which you happily did. You enjoyed watching his face scrunch up in concentration before relaxing again as he brushed stroke after stroke onto the canvas.

You were so beyond proud of him that it made your heart swell inside your chest.

Jungkook had been painting for a little over half an hour before he announced it was time to take a break. He could paint for hours on end without stopping, but that was when he didn’t have a live subject he was working with. He walked over to you with a bottle of water so you could sip from it without having to disturb your position too much.

You sat up slightly so you could drink, and while you did so, one of your dress straps started falling down your arm. Jungkook immediately went to move it back into place, but as he did, he couldn’t help but stare at the dark contrast of the purple satin against your skin. He thought it was so pretty, and his mind started wandering to how the paint itself might look-

He shook his head to rid himself of the thought. He may have been covered in paint himself, but that didn’t mean he needed to go putting paint on you.

When you were re-situated on the loveseat once more, Jungkook strolled back over to this easel. Unfortunately, since that thought of you covered in paint first took up residence inside his head, he now found it hard to focus on anything else. While he stared at you to try and resume your portrait, he just kept picturing you with painted streaks covering your skin instead.

You must have noticed he was distracted because soon you were calling over to him. “Kook? Is something wrong?”

He gulped and shook his head. “No, nothing’s wrong! You’re doing great, baby.”

“Do you need me some other way?”

Such a simple statement and yet it was stirring something inside of him. Asking him if he needed you a certain way ignited that desire to once again paint you and he found himself unable to hold back from asking anymore.

“Yeah, I uh, I wanted to try something.” You were confused when he got up and started walking toward you, only carrying his paint supplies. At first you thought maybe he just wanted to get closer, but he didn’t bring the easel with him.

“What are you wanting to try,” your voice was laced with curiosity. He gave you a shy smile.

“I was just thinking about how pretty it would be,” he looked down at the floor then back up at your face before he continued, “if I used you as a canvas instead.”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat at the request. Jungkook was asking to paint you, not paint you on a portrait, but to paint you. The suggestion intrigued you a lot more than you thought it would, which is ultimately what led to you nodding your agreement. “I think I’d like to try that, too.”

Jungkook’s face broke into such a dazzling smile that excited you to no end. You watched as he pulled his chair close to you, as well as some tarp to place around the area. When he was situated where he wanted to be, he dipped his brush into some of the purple paint on his palette and gently lifted your arm. The feeling of the paint as it brushed along your arm was foreign but not unwelcome. There was something about it that was almost calming.

You were now also recalling all the times you’d told Jungkook how pretty he looked even covered in paint. The pretty colors contrasting with his beautiful, golden skin tone never failed to take your breath away no matter how many times you saw it. You wondered briefly if this is what he was experiencing now as he took his time painting your skin.

He was focusing on your with such intensity and taking great care to only get the paint where he wanted it, so as to not stain certain parts of you or your dress. The sight of his caution made that familiar warmth bloom in your chest again.

He took his time painting beautiful designs along your arm before moving down to paint on your thighs and legs. He was alternating between purple and blue hues now, and the swirling patterns reminded you a lot of his tattoos that you adored. You had spent many nights lying next to him in bed, tracing the lines of his tattoos until you were too sleepy to keep it up. Seeing the patterns against your own skin briefly made you think about if you would ever want to get a tattoo. Before you put too much thought into it, your attention was pulled back to Jungkook who was sitting up now and admiring his work.

The time had passed by much quicker than you anticipated, and it was starting to get dark outside as the light was no longer filtering in through the windows of the room.

He seemed satisfied as he nodded and smiled. “Wait here, I’ll be right back. Stay just like this,” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. When he returned, he had his coveted polaroid camera in his hands. Jungkook was also big into photography, and every one of his hobbies suited him perfectly in some way.

“Is it ok if I take a photo of you, baby?”

You grinned and nodded, being careful not to move too much from your current position. He snapped the photo and the polaroid was printing immediately after. When he pulled it from the camera, he laid it down on the table next to his easel so it could develop properly.

Jungkook wiped his hands off on his apron before taking it off and drawing his attention back to you. He could stare at you like this all day, but he knew it would probably be best to get you both cleaned up and paint-free.

He offered a hand for you so he could help pull you off the loveseat. When you were up fully, he wrapped his arms around you, careful to not get any of his exposed, paint-covered skin on your dress.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured softly, brushing some of your hair out of your face as his eyes scanned up and down your body to admire his creation. “And as much as I love seeing it, we should probably get this paint off soon. When it dries too much, it can be a bitch to scrub off, and I don’t want that for you.”

You chuckled at that and simply nodded your head. You’d been lying there for nearly 2 hours at this point, so you were pretty tired and ready to just relax for the night.

The two of you hopped into the shower shortly after, helping each other rid your bodies of the remnants of paint covering you both. You always loved taking showers with Jungkook, because whether or not it was a short, regular shower, or one shared after a night of intimacy, these moments were some that you cherished the most and wouldn’t change for the world.

You got lost in the feeling of Jungkook scrubbing shampoo into your hair, letting out soft noises as your eyes slipped closed.

Your noises always threatened to drive Jungkook crazy, and this time was no exception. He couldn’t deny the stirring of his cock as he listened to the little moans slipping from your mouth at such a simple action.

Of course, since he was so close to you, there was no way you didn’t feel him. His cock was hardening against your thigh, and the fact that you were turning him on by not doing much turned you on.

You could feel the wetness start to slip past your folds, but you decided to not make any moves yet, wondering how far you could take this before either of you snapped. You knew that teasing him was one of the quickest ways to get Jungkook riled up.

“Feels so good, Koo,” you shamelessly moaned out as he kept massaging the shampoo into your hair. You heard him let out a small grunt at your deliberate words, feeling him twitch against your thigh as he got harder.

You leaned your head back to give him a better view of your neck, since you knew he loved to mark you up there. His hands were starting to tangle in your hair, but he took care to not pull too hard as he brought his attention back to the task(s) at hand.

He was currently focusing on two things: 1) getting the rest of the shampoo out of your hair, and 2) not fucking you up against the shower wall. Doing the first thing was currently keeping him from acting on the second, but you certainly weren’t helping with that.

Your head lolled around on your neck, your eyes still closed as your sounds got louder. He knew you were messing with him now, so as retaliation he pulled on your hair a little tighter, making you gasp.

“You’re doing this on purpose, angel,” you could hear the dark tone of his voice over the waterfall in the shower clearly, and it just made you more aroused. You chanced opening your eyes to look at him, and the sight you were met with made you moan louder, this time without trying.

Jungkook was staring at you, mouth slightly parted as he let out pants of his own, his blonde, soaked tresses falling in his face and covering his eyes. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he tugged on your hair again, making you reach out to place your hands on his chest.

“You’re teasing me to get me worked up, hm?” All you could do was nod, his husky voice and the feeling of his hand wrapped in your hair making you wetter by the second. There was no use in playing coy any longer. You wanted him, and he wanted you.

The question now was: who would make the first move?

You realized that you wanted to be the one to make the first move, so you did.

“So, what if I am,” you asked sweetly, wrapping your hand around his length and pumping him slowly. His eyes closed and he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, fingers now digging into your waist.

“You know what happens when you do that,” Jungkook warned. You absolutely knew what happened, and you definitely wanted it to happen.

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe you should enlighten me.” You teased him as you gently nibbled on his earlobe, increasing your pace as you continued to stroke him. You heard him let out a soft moan against your shoulder as he placed a kiss there.

With no more hesitation, you turned him slightly and sank down to your knees in front of him, delighted by how his cock jerked in your hold when you steadied it with your hand.

Jungkook stared at you wide-eyed as you started moving your hand around his shaft before placing a gentle kiss on his tip, the prettiest groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?”

You peeked up at him as you fluttered your eyelashes, knowing that seeing you like this always aroused him beyond belief. You continued moving your hand in slow, languid strokes, and he was almost fully hard now.

He let his head hit the wall behind him, soft curses and praises for you tumbling from his mouth.

Seeing him like this had to be near the top of the list of your favorite sights to ever witness. And right then is when you figured it’d be the perfect time to surprise him. Without a warning you opened your mouth and took all of him in that you could reach.

Jungkook’s reaction was immediate.

“Hey wait what are y- oh my God, fuck.” His loud moan echoed off the walls of the room, causing a fresh wave of arousal to pool between your thighs. You sucked harder as you hollowed out your cheeks, ignoring the way your throat constricted around him.

“Y/N, shit, you feel so good, your mouth- fuck, angel, I don’t want to hurt you,” Jungkook was panting hard above you, eyes shut and brows furrowed, jaw slack as he unabashedly continued to moan at your actions. He was reaching behind him to try and hold something, but the smooth wall had nothing to offer him. His fingers were slipping against the tile, so he gave up and instead settled for clenching and unclenching his fists.

You pulled off him with a pop, a string of saliva left in your wake. You smiled up at him as you kept stroking him, not wanting his pleasure to disappear in the slightest.

“You won’t hurt me, Koo,” you reassured him, earning another groan from the man falling apart under your touch. He twitched in your hold, and you stuck your tongue out again to run it along the underside of his length.

Jungkook chanced looking down at you, only to look up at the ceiling a moment later while he muttered a strained “holy shit.”

“C’mon baby, don’t you want to look at me,” you taunted him as your tongue played with the head of his cock, swirling around him. The low groans coming from above you let you know that he enjoyed that a lot.

“Fuck, angel, I-” Jungkook’s sentence died as a moan ripped itself from his throat when you surged back down to take all of him in again. This time you continued moving, feeling the tears in the corners of your eyes but not stopping.

It wasn’t like you’d never sucked him off like this before, seeing as it was one of your favorite activities, after all. But it was a rare occasion where Jungkook would let you take all of him in one go for fear of hurting you. So, you took these chances whenever they presented themselves, and the reward was always, always worth it.

Tears along with the water droplets from the shower were coating your face but you didn’t care. All of your focus was on Jungkook and how he was trying so hard to restrain himself above you. You watched his fists clench and unclench and you could feel himself struggle to keep his hips from moving forward so he didn’t fuck your mouth.

Yeah, you weren’t having that. You wanted him to let go, wanted him to know that it was ok, that you wanted this. You reached out to grab one of his hands and placed it in your hair, relishing in the way his fingers immediately tangled themselves into the wet strands. You pulled your mouth off of him again, but not before letting your tongue drag slowly across every inch of him.

You looked up at him again as you pumped him leisurely, waiting until he brought his gaze down to stare at you, only for him to quickly close his eyes again.

“God, I can’t look at you, like I want to, fuck do I want to, but you look so fucking good like this, I’m not gonna last-”

You always found his stammering to be cute and you didn’t want to torture him too much longer. Deciding that you’d teased him enough, you took all of him into your mouth again, intertwining your fingers with his unoccupied hand and giving it a squeeze. The intimacy of this particular action was always enough to get both of you going, and it had Jungkook’s hips stuttering as you sucked hard.

“Fuck, baby, always take me so good like this. Always so good for me, I love you, fuck,” he was groaning as his head hit the wall behind him again, his hold in your hair tightening the same moment you felt him buck his hips like you’d been wanting all this time.

Unfortunately, for you, whenever Jungkook would fuck your mouth, no matter how much you wanted to sit there and take it without issue, his size always proved to be too big for you to handle and it had you coughing around his length in no time. Which, of course, always made Jungkook stop what he was doing before either of you had the chance to enjoy it much.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry, are you ok?” Jungkook pulled you up while you kept coughing, brushing the wet strands of hair out of your face and looking at you with worry. You nodded and tried to reassure him, wanting to get back on your knees for him, but he held you in place.

“You don’t want me to continue,” you asked, your voice a little more hoarse than usual thanks to what your throat had just endured.

Jungkook shook his head. “No, angel, it’s not that. If you do keep going, I’ll cum in no time.” He brushed some of the water away from under your eyes, not knowing if it was tears or from the shower. He bent down to place a rough kiss on your lips, such a contrast from how his hands caressed your face.

“I want to be inside of you when that happens,” he murmured against you, gently biting down on your bottom lip and pulling a whine from you, in turn causing more wetness to gush between your legs. “If you’ll let me, of course.”

You almost laughed. “Koo, you know I’ll let you do anything at this point.”

He chuckled. “That’s a dangerous admission, baby. You sure about that?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Of course I’m sure. I’d let you do anything you want because I trust you. Because I love you,” it was your turn to kiss him this time, and it was filled with so much passion it nearly made him dizzy. Jungkook could never get tired of the feeling of your lips against his, of hearing you say that you loved him, of feeling your skin pressed against each other during times like these.

Jungkook was hooked on you and he never wanted to go back to a time where he wasn’t.

You pulled him out of his thoughts as you tugged on some of his hair, earning a delicious sounding grunt from him. You whispered your next snarky comment right by his ear.

“You gonna fuck me now, baby?”

Your bluntness had his cock quickly stirring back to life after it had softened some during your coughing incident. He growled low and dark as he started placing love bites on your collarbone.

“Sure you don’t want me to return the favor first, angel?” He was marking up your skin while he asked this, so you almost didn’t realize what he was asking specifically but then it dawned on you.

“As much I love seeing you with your head between my legs,” you responded, tugging on his hair again, “I’d rather have you fuck me up against this wall.”

He moaned against your collarbone, the action vibrating your skin. He pulled off of you and brought your lips to his in a filthy kiss. “Your wish is my command.”

Jungkook lifted you up then by placing his hands under your ass and you got the message, wrapping your legs around him as he held you up. He turned so your back was against the wall, the only things now holding you up being his strong arms and the smooth tile behind you.

He first plunged two fingers inside you without a warning, making you let out a silent scream. He smirked at the way you clenched around his fingers, scissoring them before pulling them out again. You whined at the loss and he shushed you with a gentle kiss on your nose.

“Had to make sure you’re ready, baby.” He had one arm wrapped around your waist, trapped in between your back and the shower wall. With his now free hand, he lined himself up with your entrance, moaning when the tip of his cock was sucked in by your velvety walls.

“Fuck, you already feel so good and I’m barely in yet,” he clenched his jaw as he sank further into you inch by inch. When he finally bottomed out and was filling you up in the best way possible, you clenched around him to tease him further, making him curse.

“Watch it, angel,” he growled. “You’re gonna make it very hard for me to not blow it if you keep doing that, and I want you there with me when I do.”

“Then I guess you’d better start moving,” you teased, wrapping your arms more tightly around his neck. You knew what was coming next; Jungkook would put you exactly in your place, just like you wanted. And for that you needed to hold on tight for dear life because that man could rock you like nothing ever had before.

Jungkook grabbed your hips firmly in his hold as he fucked up into you, making sure you were held against the wall and weren’t in danger of falling down as he did so. Despite this, each thrust had you sliding more up the wall until he would bring you back down again. When he found a pace that was he was sure he could resume without either of you getting hurt, he finally let go.

To say you saw stars would be an understatement. Jungkook was fucking you with so much vigor that you weren’t just seeing stars, you were sure you were seeing entire galaxies. Your sounds kept dying out on your tongue because the feeling was so overwhelming and it had your trembling around him in no time.

“Can’t make any sounds when I’m fucking you this good, angel?” Jungkook was taunting you now and quite frankly, he was right, he was fucking you so good that you were finding it hard to say anything. And the mixture of his dirty words with the sweet pet name you adored had you clenching even tighter around him, causing him to groan loudly and grip your waist tighter.

You eventually found your voice again when Jungkook hit a certain spot inside of you, pulling an embarrassingly loud whine from your throat. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, tears almost brimming in your eyes once again at how good he felt.

“Fuck, Jungkook, feels so good, oh my God-” your praises made him twitch inside you as he moved his hands now from your waist to hold you up by cupping your ass, squeezing tightly in time with his thrusts. He was bouncing you up and down on his cock now with his strength alone, and the thought of it made your orgasm start to approach at an alarmingly fast rate.

“I love feeling you so close like this, I love you, so fucking much, shit-” Jungkook cut himself off as threw his head back to get his hair out of his face, careful not to let his balance falter or his grip slip on you. He had to do it though because his hair was keeping him from seeing your face now that you were leaning your head back against the wall, and he couldn’t have that.

“I love you, Jungkook, I’m close, fuck,” you were breathing hard as you couldn’t control your moans any longer, eyes squeezed shut and tears falling from just how much pleasure you were receiving and also how much you loved this man. Jungkook was the man you’d loved for so many years before you were finally able to call him yours. He always took care of you in every aspect of life, and you reciprocated it as best you could. And it was because of this kind of love you two had for each other that made these intimate times all the more meaningful. You were sitting here, back up against a shower wall in the arms of the man you loved while he rearranged your guts, and it was such an emotional experience alongside being a pleasurable one that the tears actually made sense.

Jungkook bit down on your shoulder and pulled you out of your reverie, making you cry out as he muffled his own sounds against your skin. You could tell by his thrusts that he was getting close now, his grunts happening more frequently and louder, echoing off the tiled shower walls. The water had already started to get cold but neither of you cared. Nothing outside of the two of you existed in this moment, and that was exactly how you liked it.

“Touch yourself for me, baby, I’m close, want you to be there with me,” Jungkook breathed out, his grip on your ass harsher now and you were sure there’d be marks tomorrow. You loved it when he marked you up, and even though he always felt slightly bad about it, you knew Jungkook loved seeing the marks, too.

You obeyed his command and reached down to rub your clit, nearly shrieking at the new wave of pleasure that washed over you. The sensations on your clit, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you, the way he was holding you, and all the things he was saying to you was enough to finally push you over the edge.

“Jungkook, I’m cumming, fuck-” you barely had time to utter out your warning before you were cumming hard around his length, your body spasming as he held you through it.

He sped up then, chasing his own high now, the feeling of your walls clenching around him making his eyes roll back. “Fuck, I can feel you, always so perfect for me, I’m close-”

His eyes were closed now so he didn’t see you reach for him. You pulled him closer so you could kiss him, hoping to help him along this way, swallowing down every beautiful sound he was making. “C’mon Koo, cum for me, wanna feel you fill me up.”

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned out, loud and long as that was the last thing he needed to get him there. His hips stuttered a few more times before you felt him twitch and fill you up, just like you wanted. Because gravity was working against you due to your current position, you could feel some of it dripping out of you despite Jungkook still being inside of you. The feeling made you scrunch up your nose, and the action made Jungkook laugh and mumble out ‘cute’ as he placed a kiss on the tip of your nose.

He pulled out of you carefully before moving you away from the wall so he could set you down on your feet. Your legs were a little wobbly, so he let you brace yourself against him as he helped you clean up.

The water was nearing a very uncomfortable cold temperature, but the both of you would rather endure that than leave the shower without cleaning off completely. After the workout you both had, there was nothing more you wanted than to curl up with each other in the bed.

After helping each other get clean again, and stealing quite a few kisses while doing so, Jungkook helped you out of the shower since you still didn’t trust your legs and dried you off before taking care of himself. Your heart swelled at the sight of him as it always did when he would take care of you like this.

You just hoped that you were taking care of him in all the ways he needed as well. You were certainly trying your best and would continue to do so for the rest of your life.

Once you were both snuggled into bed, him with an arm under you and you with your face nuzzling against his chest, you broke the silence first.

“If that’s what happens when I let you put paint on me, we should do that more often.”

Jungkook, who was tracing invisible patterns on your back in between your shoulder blades, laughed so hard you shook along with him. When he finally calmed down, he was able to answer you. “I totally agree. Although, I don’t think that happened because I painted you. It happened because you-” he booped you on the nose “-teased me, knowing full well what happens when you do.”

You shrugged as best you could with his arms around you. “You love it, though.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Indeed I do.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head and resumed his earlier soothing tracing of patterns on your skin. You rested your cheek against his chest and could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady. The combined actions of his hands and the steady thrum of his heartbeat was enough to have slumber calling your name in a matter of minutes.

Jungkook had something more to say, however.

“Hey,” he called gently, making you look up at him with groggy eyes. He smiled at the sight. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For helping me. For being my muse. I’ve got more ideas now about what else to create, and I don’t think I could’ve gotten there without your help.”

You smiled at him before you placed your head down again and shut your eyes once more, breathing deeply. “You would’ve eventually. That’s just how you are. Maybe I sped up the process, but you would’ve done fine.”

“Perhaps,” he sighed and looked at the ceiling. His glance travelled down to look at your nearly sleeping form, laying on him calm and unbothered. Moments like these topped his list of favorite things, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.

“Goodnight, angel,” he murmured softly, not sure if you were asleep or not yet. You muttered something unintelligible back, but he knew you were telling him goodnight all the same, and it brought a smile to his face.

Jungkook wanted to tackle life with you, the good, the bad, all of it; he wanted to do it with you by his side. He wanted to make sure every day of your life from here on out was filled with happiness and love and everything you deserved in the world, just as you wanted to do the same for him. He knew you’d do anything for him, and he’d do anything for you.

Only for you.

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sunkaashi · 3 years

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— OVERTIME

↬ Pairing. College!Atsumu x Manager!Reader

↬ Genre. Fluff. A hint of enemies to lovers if you look really closely.

↬ Warnings. Mentions of alcohol. I guess nothing else? Let me know if you think I'm wrong!

↬ Summary. Atsumu Miya is hopelessly in love with you, but how could he ever catch your attention if all you do is ignore him? Well, maybe his plan starts to work out when he finds out that whenever he stays longer for practice, you have to stay too.

↬ Word count. 1.7k

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Sweat dripped down the back of ATSUMU's neck as he jogged around the college tracks for the nth time that afternoon.

"Just one more lap." He kept telling himself over and over again as if repeating it would make it any less of a lie.

But who could blame him when this was the only moment of the day that he could spend with you? When he just knew that, by the end of that turn, you'd be there to receive him, water bottle and towel in hand? If anything, that just drove him more and more motivated to get to the finish line.

Those seconds in which your hands slightly brushed off against each other's; the way you laughed whenever he tripped over himself, too tired to carry on; the sarcastic sneer on your face every time you scolded him for wasting your time, but still wouldn't leave. To Atsumu, that was his reward, better than any shining trophy.

"Oi! Miya!" Your voice woke him up from his trance as the blonde boy finally shot up a glance at you. He rested with his hands on his knees, chest going up and down in strong and unsteady motions, legs still trembling a bit from the training. "We've been here for almost two hours! Everybody has left already, and I want to go home for God's sake!"

Atsumu snickered at the way your voice got higher with each word, deflecting from his gaze while you said you wanted to leave. He also didn't miss how you knitted your eyebrows together just before going off at him, carefully scanning his shaky body.

"Ya could've left, ya know? I never asked ya to stay!" He replied, smirking a little while making sure to stare right into your pupils.

If eyes are the windows to the soul, that must be the reason yours were so beautiful to him. As he tried to get an answer through them, he also delighted himself in such a vision. That's why he was quick to notice their slight tremble at his remark.

"And leave you to die?!" Your voice, once again, cut him off of his daydreams. "You've been running for more than an hour after a pretty rough practice, if you go into cardiac arrest who's gonna call an ambulance?! I'm the team manager, I don't want any deaths on my back!"

In his defense, he was only there because of you, but — obviously — he wouldn't tell you that. He decided to just laugh it off.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day!" He teased.

"What?!"

"Yer’ worried ‘bout me!" Atsumu said, trying to suppress the smile forming in the corner of his mouth.

Even though his tone was playful, he knew something was off when his words were left hanging in the air, no snarky comments added to the back-and-forth banter you were both so used to.

Seeing your widened eyes, he started to question if he was right or, worse, if he had crossed a line.

You gulped down as if this would prevent you from spilling something you shouldn't say. Atsumu was dying to know what it was.

This had become a little routine of yours. Staying for a couple more hours after practice as you helped him out for a while. At first, he knew you're just doing your job, after all, you were there to assist the boys, it didn't matter who they were. Still, he couldn't shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, something had changed as the months went by.

He remembered it perfectly. It wasn't that long before that you used to curse him for making you lose such precious time of your day. He knew you had your reasons! Staying overtime underneath the unforgiving sun, having to catch up on your studies while sitting beside the filthy running tracks, surrounded by sweaty and dirty athletes.

Even so, it wasn't pleasant for him either. Jogging for endless hours, the summer heat consuming him as if hell were just around the corner.

Usually, he would run only half of those miles. But how could he stop? How could he stop knowing that the minute he did, you'd have to go home, and he would only see you the next day? No, he needed more time to win you over. He needed those small talks in between his breaks. He needed every single one of the few glances you exchanged every time he ran past you. He needed to hear you giggling at his jokes at least once more.

What once felt like dragging insufferable after hours, began to seem like less and less time over the weeks. Those little details were what made it all worth it. They were his private entrance to heaven.

And he believed that you might've been starting to feel the same way too.

He'd caught the way your lips curled up into a shy smile the last time he'd offered to walk you home. He also had noticed how your irises shined a bit brighter whenever he bought you food, worried because he knew you'd be there with him for those extra periods. He'd seen the way you laughed at his childhood stories just a tad too hard, always asking for another one.

Atsumu had always been aware of how he comes off to people: the arrogant self-centered jock. He never really cared about any of those things, but he did care about how you perceived him. The man just hoped that soon enough, you'd learn he was more than what others wanted him to be. Not a pretentious athlete, albeit a normal guy as any other, just with an ambitious goal set to his mind. And whenever you shared one of those intimate moments, he thought that, perhaps, you were one of the few people that actually saw him for who he was.

Still, that didn't make it any easier to admit the feelings he'd developed for you.

"Oi! Are ya alright?" Atsumu said, trying to catch your attention, a delicate expression laying on his countenance. "I'm sorry if I overstepped in any way, ‘kay? It was a joke, I promise." You didn't answer him just yet.

"Hey!" He proceeded, lifting your chin up so you'd look at him. "Now I'm the one getting worried 'bout ya! Snap out of it and get back to hating on me before ya realize I might have a heart!" Atsumu mocked himself, but shied away from your glare while doing so.

At least he'd made you chuckle.

“I always knew you had one, Miya." You said, rolling your eyes at the man. “I just didn’t know it worked!”

“Oya! That was mean!”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” You asked, arching your brows.

“Well, maybe, but it wouldn’t hurt if ya were a little nicer to me once in a while!”

“Yeah? How so?” The words slipped past your lips without missing a beat, and Atsumu couldn’t help but wonder if the flirtatious undertone was something he had only imagined. He decided to take the bait.

“For starters...” Atsumu began, slowly making his way closer to where you were standing. “Ya could buy me a beer after we’re done here.” Was he crazy or did he really see your shoulders relaxing at his words?

“Oh, is that easy?” You responded in the same toying manner.

“Hold up!” He said, raising his hands to the air. “That’s just the first step!”

“And then what?”

“And then…” Atsumu continued, moving further towards your figure. “Then ya could let me hear that beautiful laugh of yers a few more times.” He completed, stealing a giggle out of you. “Just like that.”

“Great, so I’m halfway through it.” Your tone may have been monotonous, but your eyes told him otherwise. “Anything else or can we get this over with?”

“Maybe, while yer’ laughing, ya could finally realize that I’m not as bad as ya think I am.” He pondered, moving a loose strand of hair out of your features, clearing the view to your gaze.

“Now you wanna tell me what to think?” You scoffed, crossing your arms.

“Is just a suggestion! Take it as ya wish!” He winked at you.

“And what if I told you that I already did?”

“Ya did?” This time, he sounded soft, breaking out of the teasy character for a second.

“You’re not bad, Miya... Far from that.”

“Well, that’s a shock.”

“You don’t look surprised.” You stated, pointing out the crescent grin on his face.

“Too much wishful thinking made me ready for this moment.”

“And what exactly is this moment… Atsumu?” The way you said his name, in a hushed voice, almost like a secret meant to be shared by only the both of you, gave him the green light he needed to go on.

“It’s when I finally kiss ya.”

Atsumu was quick to grab your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, and finally closing the gap between you two. His gawk rapidly traveled from your mouth to your eyes, longing for a confirmation. It didn’t take a second after your subtle nod for him to merge your lips together, your body melting at his touch. His grasp was gentle, but firm, like you were something he treasured, something that he never wanted to let go of. And by the way you gripped onto his neck, the boy could tell he wasn’t alone in this.

Atsumu moved his palms all the way up your back, briefly running his fingers through your hair, but resting them upon finding your face. His tender touch cupped your cheeks in between his hands, pushing away just when he inevitably ran out of breath.

"Do I still have to buy you that beer or is this nice enough for you?" You said, unable to repress a smile.

“Hm, I’m not sure… Why don’t you kiss me again and we'll see?"

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house-of-cakes · 3 years

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Jamais Vu

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Word count: 1739

Warnings: Swearing, an over confident douchebag and Y/N and JK are major teases Premise: “There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger… Nothing is ever familiar” – Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

AKA Jungkook goes in search of the girl who got him expelled.

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A large group of excitable females crowded one end of the bar as the man behind it took two bottles and spun it around with dramatic flare before pouring a generous amount of alcohol into a shaker. Squeals of delight erupted from the crowd as he threw a handful of ice cubes into the air and successfully caught them all behind his back. He finished off the flashy routine by placing the shaker top back on the canister and entertain his audience one final time by dancing in body rolls while he shook up his concoction.

“Who’s thirsty?” He yelled out and in an instant the females grew feral with enthusiasm as they pushed and shoved each other, trying to be the first person to gain his attention.

Y/N observed the scene from the other side of the bar as she waited for her turn to be served. A girl with fire engine red hair managed to wrestle her competitors off and secured the position at the front of the bar. She patiently stood before him, hoping her pleading eyes was enough for him to convince him to invite her for a drink.

Y/N’s nose crinkled in distaste. While she didn’t know the red head by name (she went by the name Red), she had seen the girl around the Basement and knew enough to know she deserved better than him.

“I’m absolutely parched.” Her tone was slow and drawn out in attempts to sound sultry.

Y/N couldn’t contain the fake gagging noise she made. In her eyes the scenario was completely cringeworthy…maybe Red did deserve him.

‘I wouldn’t be caught dead chasing a guy like BeatBox Jae.’ She thought to herself.

Unfortunately, the sound she had made was loud enough to catch Jae’s attention.

An overwhelming amount of excitement welled in his chest when he realised he had the Kim Y/N in his sights. He turned his attention back to Red and gave her the most charming smile as he could muster as he made another big show of slowly pouring out two drinks.

“Sorry, bar’s closed.” He said with no hint of remorse then picked up the drinks and made his way over to Y/N, leaving the humiliation to sink in with poor Red.

“Here.” Jae said as he set the frosty martini glass in front of Y/N “I made you a drink, Beautiful.”

Y/N scoffed in his face and pushed the drink to the side, her blatant act of rejection did not even damper his mood.

“You’re an asshole you know, right? I can’t believe you did that to her!”

Jae nonchalantly shrugged off the comment as he took a sip from his drink. He didn’t care about the feelings or problems of others…if he wanted something, he knew that as the Maknae of The Basement Boys there wasn’t much that was unattainable by him. With a face that looked like it was carved by angels and an ego that was extensively fed his adoring fans of guys and girls…Jae was a lethal combination of charisma and arrogance.

It was exactly this attitude that repelled Y/N from him. “Don’t be like, Beautiful…let me take you out on a date and show you how much I like you.” “Oh really?” Y/N leant forward so that elbows were resting on the bar and cupped her face in her hands, making sure to looked up at him from under her long lashes with a cute pout. “Tell me three things you like.”

Y/N was never discreet about her dislike towards Jae which only made him want her more. The fact that she was now showing genuine interest, made Jae feel like he was finally getting a head in a race he was lagging in.

“That’s easy… You’re hot as hell.” He said with enthusiasm and raised his hand so he could count the reasons as he listed them off “…cute too and the most gorgeous thing in the world.” He grinned proudly to himself, feeling satisfied that he answered the question well.

“Is that all?” “You only asked for three…did you want me to say super sexy too?” His response was smug

Y/N had to force a smile to hide her grimace. Of course the only traits he favoured were those of her appearance. She knew better than to ask those kinds of questions, especially to someone like Jae but once in a while she had the unstoppable urge to remind herself that men were trash.

“Sorry I don’t date guys who fuck around while they have girlfriends.” Y/N pulled herself of the bar and broke the illusion of interest she had Jae under. Though her abrupt change of attuite was enough to give him whiplash he was able to recover quickly.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, Beautiful.” “That’s not how I see it.” The tension grew thick in the air as they stared each other down.

For regulars of The Basement, it was common knowledge that Jae was one to sleep around. However, with her sharp observation skills as The Shopkeeper, Y/N was able to piece together his hidden shame. From what she could piece together it seemed that only the members of The Basement Boys were aware of this convoluted secret and the matter was kept within the crew.

“Don’t be silly Beautiful.” Jae was the first to speak, breaking the tension by playfully ruffling her hair and returning back to his same jovial self “Besides if anyone has to worry about significant others it should be me…your boyfriend has been giving us death glares.” “What?” Y/N asked trying to figure out who in the world he was talking about. Nods his head in the direction behind her before revealing who he is talking about. “SeokJin’s big buff cousin over there.” she turned around spotted a Jungkook looking disgruntled standing a few people back in the line for the bar. Their eyes met briefly before he turned the other way, pretending he wasn’t watching Y/N. “That’s not my boyfriend.” she said rolling her eyes “He’s just angry because he’s a sore loser.” “Thank God.” Jae exclaims as he clutches his chest overdramatically “I thought I had competition for a second.” “You don’t have to worry about that.” Y/N reassures him with a smirk “You actually act to be in the race to have competition.” She cheekily blows him a kiss and leaves him, no longer interested in getting a drink.

Y/N was well aware of the type of person Jae was, so never in a million years would she fall victim to his charms. If anything, she found it enjoyable to shut him down.

‘That should take him down a notch.’ She thought to herself

Jungkook was still facing away from Y/N as she drew closer to passing him on her way back to the balcony, she had every intention to walk by and ignore his existence and yet she had the unstoppable desire to mess with him too. Still high off her interaction with Jae, her body moved on its own accord and before she knew it her body was crashing into his as she purposely tripped herself. As if on instinct Jungkook was quick to wrap his arms around her to prevent her from falling.

“If you wanted me in your arms, all you had to do was ask…there’s not need to trip me over” Jungkook’s eyes widen at her accusation which caused her to chuckle. His arms dropped from around her and he stepped back to create space between them “I don’t blame you though…I am pretty irresistible in my new shirt.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He spat out in disgust “I don’t want anything to do with you, especially after I saw you help humiliate that red headed girl.” “Um…Sorry what?” Y/N’s mouth hung open in disbelief, he didn’t really believe she had anything to do with that? “Don’t act like you weren’t involved in that. I bet you couldn’t handle not being the center of attention for once, that’s why you called that bartender over to you.” “Excuse you? I’m not sure what you saw there but you must really have your head up your ass if you think that I had anything to do with that.” “Oh pah-lease!” Jungkook’s arms were crossed defensively “You might have everyone fooled but I see you for who you are… you’re nothing more than a spoilt princess!”

‘A spoilt princess?’

That comment really struck a nerve with Y/N. She had been called many unfavourable things in her lifetime and she had never been offended because to some degree the things they said were true so it never bothered her…she felt there was no point in getting upset with the truth, she accepted every aspect of herself - whether it be good or bad. However to be called a princess and a spoilt princess at that really pushed all the wrong buttons within her.

Y/N refused to conform to her mother’s notions of the importance of beauty and the concept of using her physical attributes to have things handed to her. Y/N valued independence, intelligence and hard work…to have this stranger discredit her like that was deeply insulting to her.

“Look here you jerkfaced asshole.” Y/N’s eyes narrowed as she scowled up at the tall male towering above her. “Maybe if you were a better competitor, you’d be able to win once in a while and then you wouldn’t have to take your passive aggression out on me.”

Jungkook couldn’t hide the grin that had taken over his face, even when Y/N was losing against him she had always managed to keep her emotions in check. This is the first time he had seen her flustered and openly frustrated…He enjoyed seeing her lose her composure.

“Whatever you say…” Jungkook closed the distance between them so that he could lean closer to her “…Princess”

Y/N stiffened when she heard his smooth husky voice whisper in her ear, stirring an unfamiliar feeling of anticipation and delight within her. Those feelings quickly turned to repulsion when her brain had finally caught up to her and realised who she had been talking to. She let out a sound of disgust and pushed him away from her.

“Go fuck yourself, Asshole!” she spat before turning to leave him.

Jungkook watched Y/N storm off as he buzzing with satisfaction of knowing he had be the one to get under her skin for once.

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Yandere! Jeon Jungkook- You’re My Prey

Why Hello there! ANON ASKS

Greetings! I hope all is well with you! Could I please request a smutty angsty predator Jungkook x Prey Reader with sprinkle fluff at the end? like jk is the readers bully and realizes that he likes her but she avoids him like covid lmao. so he protects her from someone or something and she starts to trust him? oml that sounds like a lot🤣🤣 U are an amazing writer!!

BRUH YOU HAD ME AT ‘AVOIDS HIM LIKE COVID LOL’

Sooooo I didn’t touch on the smut part, and I’m very sorry! Tbh I was a bit overwhelmed writing this one and I kept getting stressed because I hated every draft I made before the final draft.

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You sat in front of the vanity as your mom styled your hair. She hummed as he took your strands in her hands.

“I saw this style in an issue of Vogue...I know you’ll love it.” she commented.

Tonight was perhaps the biggest event of your mom’s career. She has been a avid participant in the entertainment industry for years and she was invited to some crazy event with her celebrity friends and wanted you to come as her plus one. People knew she had a daughter, but they had never really seen you before. You stayed out of the spotlight when you could.

Except for tonight. Your mom had stared as the lead in a huge show, and a party was being thrown to celebrate it’s popularity and final episode. You were honored but nervous.

“Look at you!” she winked at you in the mirror. “Come on, we’re running fashionably early.” she ushered you out the chair.

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Ugh, how much longer was this gonna last. Your feet were killing you! Your mom seemed to be having the time of her life though. She was drinking and dancing and carrying on as if she was a young college student.

“She seems to be having fun.” a voice said from behind you.

“Don’t get any ideas. That’s my mother.” you seethed. You were protective of your mom, going as far as to curse out anyone who set their sights on her whether it was positive or negative. While people didn’t know you as a celebrity, they knew you as the one who knocked the living daylights out of an ex idol who tried to touch your mother’s ass on a variety show backstage.

“Don’t worry, pet. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Once you recognized the voice, you froze. Of course he would be here! You slowly turned around, seeing Jungkook standing there with a sick smile on his face. “Missed me?”

“No!” you said a little to swiftly. You should have asked if anyone you knew was gonna be there. You felt like an idiot. Jungkook literally sang half the soundtrack for her show, of course he’d be here!

“Oh how rude.” he cooed. “I thought you’d be happy to see me.” he shrugged.

“You though wrong.” you looked him up and down. “I swear it’s like you’re following me sometimes.”

“You could say that...but just know I’ll always be there for you...watching.”

“J-just stay away from me!”

To say he had some sort of infatuation with you as an understatement. Everywhere you went, he somehow turned up. It was like he could smell you from miles away.

“Dear Y/N, don’t make a scene.” he stepped forward just so he could whisper in your ear. “Wouldn’t want to cause a disturbance.” you could feel the smirk on his face and all you wanted to do was slap it right off.

“Stay back.” you stepped away. “Leave me alone.” you pointed warningly. You attempted to walk away, only to feel him grab your hand.

Tingles shot up your spine as you touched. You shuddered, his skin was hot. You took one look at Jungkook. He seemed to be in a trance, he was staring at your hand, following it up your arm, passing over you shoulder and up your neck to stare at your face.

When you finally came to your senses, you yanked your arm back. “Don’t touch me.”

“Okay alright.” he rolled his eyes, seemingly going back to normal as well. “Just don’t get into any trouble, pet.” he scoffed. “By the way, you look good in that dress.” he drank you in. You felt exposed, very exposed. You could almost feel a draft. You glared at his back as he stalked off. That’s how it was, Jungkook was nothing more than an arrogant tease that made you wanna strangle somebody.

“Alright, I’m done.” you groaned, holding your head. You looked for your mom in the crowd. She was busy laughing with a whole bunch of her friends. You didn’t wanna leave without telling her. You’d just leave her a message.

From across the room, Jungkook watched you leave. He hated to see you leave, but watching you walk away was so gratifying. He knew you didn’t really hate it. In fact, it was amusing to watch you lie to yourself. You were lying about not wanting him, about hating him.

He knew you were lying because he would feel if you hated him. Just like he could feel the want dripping off your body. You were simply lying to yourself.

... (A few days later)

Your mom had left for another show, which left you home alone for a while. She would be filming in Japan, which meant you would have the house all to yourself. That meant you were left to your own devices when it came to fending for yourself. You hated calling your mothers assistant, he had his own family and your mom to worry about. You could handle going to the convenience store by yourself.

“Thank you for shopping with us!” the cashier waved you off as you left the store. You threw your trash in the nearby bin and began walking back. It was cold out, which prompted you to hug yourself.

What you didn’t know, is that you were being followed.

You were walking on the empty street. It was late and all the major shops had closed for the night. Your only source of light were the dimly lit tiny restaurants that were still open, and street lights that flickered as you passed.

You kept walking, ignoring that feeling in your stomach that told you you were in trouble. You just had to speed up, it was like something in you was screaming at you. A few seconds passed and you couldn’t help but turn around.

A man was standing a few feet behind you. It was way too dark to see.

“Wha-...” you began walking away, praying it was just a coincidence. You turned a corner, he followed. You turned another corner, he followed.

You were now certain he was following. You couldn’t help cut cut through the street to get to the other side, but he followed then and there. You couldn’t help but begin to run, now scared out of your mind.

You turned behind you one more time to see him speed-walking. In your haste you didn’t see Jungkook walking out of an alleyways. You rammed into him, only to scream bloody murder.

“Y/N?” Jungkook grabbed your shoulders. You were practically crying. This was the first time you were actually happy to see Jungkook of all people. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

“Someone’s following me!” you pointed down the street. Jungkook took one look in the direction where you were pointing.

You were way too scared to see his gaze harden into a glare. His blood practically boiled.

“Stay here.” he grunted, storming in the direction towards the man. “Hey buddy!” he barked, strutting over.

Jungkook glared in the direction of the sorry idiot who dared try and apprehend his catch.

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Jungkook took you back to his place, your home would be empty for the night and you didn’t wanna be alone in that moment. You sat on the sofa, hugging yourself.

If he hadn’t been there, something bad would have happened, you knew that much. It was the first time you were grateful.

Jungkook had to gather himself. Rage shot through his body in his attempt to protect you. His senses were still in overdrive and he was sure he looked crazy. He watched you as you got comfortable, still hugging yourself.

“T-thank you.” you said for maybe the third time that night.

“Y/N. You really don’t have to thank me.” he laughed. “I told you I’d be there for you every minute, or every day.” He walked over and sat down next to you.

You finally studied his face. His smile that never reached his eyes looked very different now than it ever did. His eyes were dark with something you couldn’t really read.

“Even after I’ve been so horrible to you?”

“You may think of it that way, but I don’t.”

“How do you think of it?” you tilted your head to the side. You were genuinely interested in how Jungkook perceived your declaration of hatred towards him.

“You shouldn’t make that face.” he giggled, glossing over the subject. “I might have to ruin your innocence.”

“Ruin my-” you trailed off. It was only then you realized how close he was. Jungkook towered over you, so it was easy for his body to cast a shadow over yours. “You’re really close.” you mumbled.

“Hm, isn’t that the point?” he winked. “Your skin is so soft.”

To Jungkook’s delight, you didn’t pull away when his lips ghosted over yours. You shuddered at the mere tickle of his touch. It was like a batch of pheromones had gone out into the air because all you wanted in that moment was him. In some way or another. However it surprised him when you were the one to go for it, pressing your lips gently against his.

A low growl ripped through his throat as he rested his hand on the side of your neck. He returned you affections just as quickly as you gave it.

You tasted better than he thought. Your innocence was like a drug. It was heavy. He hummed with delight as you reached your hands up to run through his hair. He was happy, you didn’t know it in that moment, but you were accepting it. Your fate as his. After tonight it would be set in stone.

As you pulled away from Jungkook, you inhaled sharply. “W-woah.”

“Surprised, babe?” he began crawling over you, sending you back against the plush surface. “I knew you’d fall for me sooner or later.”

You were too consumed by the sight of him above you. The lights casted a halo over him. He almost looked like an angel. “I could eat you up right now Y/N.” he whispered. “Your soul is exposed to me right now.”

He drew his tongue down your neck. Leaving opened mouth kisses along your skin. You were warmed up in an instant despite being cold moments earlier. You practically squeezed your legs together in an effort to ease what you were feeling, but Jungkook was no fool.

Finally he’d get what he’d been yearning for. After so long.

...

It was the dead of night when you woke up. Your naked body was flush against Jungkook’ in what you assumed was his bed. Jungkook was practically atop you, laying his head on your chest. You tried to shimmy out of his grip and when you successfully did, you sat up.

Aches and pains shot through your body as flashbacks of moments before flooded your body. You could hear his shallow breaths in your ear telling you how much he adored you. Every bite and scratch he had left burned, but in a good way.

Words couldn’t describe how it felt enough.

“You weren’t thinking of leaving me, were you?” You looked down at Jungkook who tiredly wiped his eyes. “Fuck.” He glossed over your naked body. You were practically marked from head to toe.

“No.” you replied. “My arm was falling asleep because you were laying on me.” you replied, laughing dryly. He sat up himself, only to trail his fingertips up your arm. He shifted behind you and began placing kisses along your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you and practically pulled you back down onto the bed with him.

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 3 years

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MTV Unplugged presents: BTS

by Admin 1

What a time to not only be alive, but also be ARMY with BTS taking the MTV Unplugged stage on February 23rd 2021 as the first Korean artists in history to do so. It’s another marvelous achievement on the already highly impressive list BTS have to their name, another mark they’re leaving on history and another piece solidifying their place among musics greatest, at least if you ask me and everyone else who tuned in and was left extremely impressed and emotional, a mix of euphoria, emotional rawness, but also a sense of warm, soft, and gentle comfort and hope.

With this gorgeously put together setlist they’ve also proven, once more, that even when you take away all the high budget stadium stages, the dynamic and explosive choreographies and the fancy music video editing, and just focus on their craft as musicians and their most valuable instruments--their voices--BTS can stand their ground easily. Their talent and passion is unmistakable and shines brightly in all these songs, four of their own and one cover.

The performance was shown simultaneously on dozens of MTV stations across the globe, some watching on TV and others via official live streams, and yet others catching up with what they missed hours later. All the promo, hype and attention paid off and they showed that it was all worth it, that they are more than worth it, and that we as ARMY have every right to be proud of them and be proud of being ARMY.

So, let’s do what I love doing most and talk about each performance, shall we?

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What an absolutely delightful, happy and funky way to open the show and introduce new listeners to just how fun BTS can be. The stage was one giant room filled with lost of little details, including a motorbike with a second passenger extension, arcade games, a football game, and a sofa. Right from the get go there’s this joyful aura around the members, smiles on their faces, little dance moves making their steps light and fun--they were having fun and subsequently we were, too.

How wonderful is it to also finally see Yoongi with them as well, even if it’s very noticeable (and understandable) that he’s keeping his shoulder steady and arm moving as little as possible? After all Telepathy was “his” song for BE and contains lots of little Yoongi signature features, most obviously his knack for playing with autotune in a way that is very audible yet never quite too much, just walking along the line in an interesting way. There’s a genius note change from Hobi in the second half of the song that’s one of the absolute highlights, just like Namjoon and Seokjin doing their little minimal movement dances in the back while grooving along to the music.

As Vminnies we get our own little treat with Jimin and Tae coming together to sing alongside each other and do their little dance as well which we’ve previously seen during the Dear Class of 2020 performance of Mikrocosmos. Then to finish off their little segment, they also do this funny little thing of pointing at each other with Tae as though acting like he (perhaps) wants to boop Jimin’s face/nose from afar. Absolutely adorable.

Speaking of which, can we talk about their cute Donald and Daisy Duck accents on their clothes and accessories which add this little sense of retro? As well as the fact that Tae is wearing the cardigan equivalent to Jimin’s Gucci sweater from his NOTES on Dis-ease video? I do very much enjoy these little details from the stylists. Also, has anyone else noticed that Tae has different in-ears? His usual ones were green yet here they’re translucent.

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The way I gasped when the members turned to Tae and asked him to introduce the next song and he said it’s one that is very meaningful to him, honestly, I can’t even describe it. I was so, so happy but also getting ready to be swallowed by all the feels. I know ARMY sns had theories that we’d get Blue & Grey based on the visuals of that stage which we got in the teasers, and yet somehow I still wasn’t quite ready when the song began and we were graced with absolutely breathtaking vocals that went straight for the heart.

The visuals for this performance were perfect for the song while being interesting yet not too much that it would pull your attention away from the song itself. One by one the members sang their parts and found their places along the two main walls, the lighting cold yet on the white/grey side, none of them really interacting or looking at each other which was fitting with the atmosphere of that blue and grey feeling. Then, for the second half, the ‘stage’ switched to more of a blue lighting and we had moments where first Seokjin and JK sang together and then Jimin and Tae, their voices harmonizing so heavenly with each other yet still none of the members really looked at each other, at most looking into the camera.

I love how this performance put the focus on each member on their own but also in moments on the entire group, that feeling of being alone but never quite alone, that they have each other, and that we have them. Tae also really seemed to be highlighted during this performance, which makes sense when given the history of how the song came to be. But, really, each of them was just as visible and equally beautiful in this.

Speaking of beautiful, my jaw dropped when we got to see (and hear) Namjoon during his verse. Honestly, that mans beauty and handsomeness--it somehow keeps on increasing with each time we see him.

From anon: Omg vmin in blue and grey 😭😭😭. They coudnt even look to each other while singing “Don't say you're fine' Cause you're not Please don't leave me alone, it hurts too much” it’s my fav part by the way and their harmonization it’s heaven. I loved they choose this song to the mtv performance!

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As much as this was supposed to be a surprise, MTV accidentally spoiled it hours before their performance was aired, and yet, despite knowing it was coming, I don’t think any of us were quite prepared for it right after Blue & Grey.

Fix You is a gorgeous song in its original version with a sad backstory, and it’s one of those Coldplay songs that they are extremely selective over when it comes to requests for official covers or use for commercials or movies/shows. They are about their entire discography, but I think it especially goes for this song, and yet they gave BTS the permission to do this official unplugged cover.

We also know the song means something more to the members, seeing as Jimin posted a video on their 6h anniversary showing the members during a trip they’d gone on together while the song is playing in the background. They also spoke about Coldplay during the press conference before their Wembley concerts, and Namjoon and Hobi had gone to one of their concerts a few years ago, as well as Tae on a different occasion. There certainly is a level of admiration and respect involved, a deeper connection to what they were singing, which was very clear and tangible during their performance as well.

Vocal line were truly outstanding in this, especially Seokjin (who took sns by storm as the “pink mic guy” with floods of praise and people wondering who he is, what his name is, because they’d all fallen in love with him--very relatable because same). Rap line switched between harmonizing with the vocalists in their low register and did a beautiful job of it. Namjoon harmonizing with Seokjin truly gave me goosebumps (and made my little namjin heart very happy). We also had Tae and Hobi harmonizing and sharing a brief smile with each other, as well as Namjoon harmonizing with Jungkook and Jimin, and Yoongi harmonizing with Tae and Jungkook.

The stage was also beautifully thought out, minimal yet captivating at once, all the members sitting on barstools in a line with the blinds drawn on the windows behind them, spotlights shining on them from above and others dancing behind them giving them a beautiful glow and turning something simple into something extraordinary and gorgeous. They truly didn’t need any more than that.

And like their performance wasn’t outstanding enough, we also saw Coldplay themselves not only tweet about it while calling the cover beautiful in Korean (and tagging the member’s twitter account instead of the _bighit one), but also post the same comment below the video on YouTube and share links to it on their facebook and IG stories, as well as sharing the video in their community tab on their YouTube channel.

So, not only did BTS garner big approval from Coldplay fans and ARMY alike, but also from the original artist. A wonderful moment in music and between two legendary artists in their own right.

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This acoustic version of Life Goes On is truly a masterpiece, so calm, soothing and offering that sense of comfort, togetherness, and this reassurance that life will go on, that we’re together in this, that we’ve made it through the blue & grey, that we’ve helped each other to “fix” ourselves, and that we can now slowly heal and grow from the things we’ve gone through. The electric guitar, the slow and quiet drums and on top of that the members voices, all of it coming together truly beautifully.

Their outfits kind of gave me UK private school or University secret society vibes, or as Admin 2 called it “ready to go hunting, we’re just missing our Beagles or Basset Hounds” which isn’t necessarily wrong. And yet the warm shades of brown fit the atmosphere of the song really well, complement it even.

While we’re “used” to vmin having their little moment, we only really saw Tae smiling towards Jimin, though the camera unfortunately didn’t give us a wide shot to see if Jimin returned his smile, though I’ll go ahead and say he likely did if he noticed Tae’s. Though honestly, Tae’s wide happy smile was enough to melt my heart on its own.

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And then, to close out the night, we got a very funky and fun yet calm version of Dynamite during which, surprisingly enough, the members actually stay in their seats against all ARMY theories and bets (well, okay, Namjoon stood up for a moment, but sat down really quickly again and no one actually got out of their seats to dance). Who would’ve thought a day like this would come, especially looking at how they got up in previous seated performances of Dynamite.

I love the not so subtle flex of all their gold, silver and platinum records across the wall behind them, as well as their MTV moon men. With how humble they are about their awards and achievements, this felt like a good moment to highlight just how hard they’ve worked, how much they’ve achieved, before they got the chance to be on MTV Unplugged and that truly, if someone deserves to be there and showcase their talents, its them.

Looking at how many times we’ve seen and heard Dynamite, it’s fascinating how they still managed to create a version that was different from all the previous ones and felt fresh and new. Their outfits were simple and all white and thus didn’t pull too much attention onto them leaving the focus on the music and vocals. Tae’s adlibs were absolutely fantastic and they all just seemed to have so much fun with this performance, smiling and dancing in their seats, obviously having a great time. We even got Jimin smiling and scrunching up his nose happily at Tae while he sang!

Overall this MTV Unplugged performance was a wonderful display of their talents and music merits, their vocals and rap, and just how outstanding they are as a group on this vast world stage. The setlist was perfect, though perhaps a little short. Honestly, if you ask me, they could’ve performed five or ten more songs and I would’ve remained glued to the screen through it all. And yet, still, I couldn’t have asked for more. I was left brown away and so extremely impressed despite being ARMY and knowing how good BTS are. They truly manage to find new ways to grow, evolve, and showcase their musicality with each performance. I also love how they don’t shy away from trying new things and challenges, like rap line singing and harmonizing with the vocals.

I’ll definitely come back to watching these stages many times in the future and they’re easily up there in my top ten of favorite performances of all time. Thank you, BTS, and thank you MTV Unplugged.

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geekywritings · 3 years

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JUNGKOOK X READER PART 2 - Is this real life or am I in a drama?

Part 2 of my little Jungkook x Reader story. For all who need a recap of Part 1: You are a young vet, just trying to make your way home from work when suddenly Jungkook falls right into your car, taking refuge from a group of sasaengs. You give him a ride home and he exchanges contact details with you, promising to stay in touch.

The prompt for part 2 is: “It’s pouring rain, why are you here?”

For the next few days, all you could think about was that meeting. It still seemed so very surreal. And you didn’t even dare tell anyone about the incident, because who would really believe you? Even your best friends and work colleagues would just raise and eyebrow and shake their heads most likely. Such things simply didn’t happen to people. They were part of k-drama scripts or popular web toons and after a week, you did start to wonder if it had all been some kind of strange dream.

But exactly that evening, when you had just come out of the shower to enjoy a cup of tea and a new episode of your favourite show, your phone beeped with a new Kakao Talk message. You gave your phone a lazy glance and then almost dropped your mug when you saw it was from none other than Jungkook.

JK: “I’m sorry for the late reply, Miss Vet. Things got kinda hectic. But I have not forgotten my promise. I still owe you that thank you.”

You had to reread that message a few times and for a second you wondered if it was a scam perhaps, but who else would now about that event but him? For a second you wondered what to answer before typing:

Y/N: “No problem. You are an idol after all. And you did already thank me.”

It took only a few seconds until his answer popped up.

JK: “It still doesn’t feel like enough.”

Wow, did he know how cool that sounded?

Y/N: “You don’t have to worry. Really. I’m glad I could help.”

This time he took a bit longer to reply.

JK: “Do you like flowers?”

Y/N: “Yes of course. Who doesn’t?”

JK: “Which ones are your favourites?”

That one was harder to answer. You liked quite a few and just named them all, allowing him to make the final choice.

JK: “Great. Can I send them to your workplace? I don’t think florists deliver late in the evening.”

It was sweet that he was so dead set on sending you flowers as a proper thank you and while part of you was delighted, the other part wondered how to explain the bouquet to your colleagues at the vet office. Still, you typed in your adress and sent it out.

From then on you thought the conversation would end, but apparently Jungkook was in a talkative mood. He revealed that he had a free evening and was just relaxing on the couch with a good meal, before asking you what you were up to. You told him about the drama and he suggested watching at the same time, sharing comments through text.

You had never done anything like it before, least of all with a stranger, but Jungkook seemed so nice and it didn’t feel so intimidating to write with an idol over messages. And after the first few shared comments, you actually started to really enjoy it. You two ended up talking throughout the entire episode, which was almost an hour long and then even half an hour on top until Jungkook announced that he was heading to bed. Noticing the time, you realized it was time to hit the pillows yourself.

But as you laid there in your bed, you kept reading through the chat history, as if making sure it was still real. Especially that “Goog Night” with the cute little emoji brought a smile to your face, before you finally turned off the night light.

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For the next two weeks, he kept writing texts every other day. Sometimes it was just a random “How are you?” or a comment to your recently posted Kakao Story that he didn’t dare post publicly. But sometimes he would ask if you were watching that drama again to share comments in real time. It had become kind of a ritual when the third week started and a day without his messages felt weird. You still couldn’t tell anyone about it, but your friends and colleagues did start noticing your smiles and your eager grabs for the phone. But whenever they teased, you just said it was some guy online. Their would never believe the truth and you didn’t want to put Jungkook in trouble either. You had seen how crazy his fans could be, so the last thing he needed was your chats to become the topic of online gossip. Besides, it was kind of exhilarating to have a secret like that. At this point, you had already totally forgotten about the flowers.

During the fourth week of knowing Jungkook, you were staying late at the clinic, taking your regular night shift to take care of your little patients. You had just made your rounds, giving all the animals their medicine and checking on their bandages, before sitting down in the reception area, in case of emergencies coming in. But it was a super quiet evening, so you took out your phone. Almost on cue, a message popped up: “Finished work?”

Y/N: “Nope, having a night shift today.”

JK: “Oh, sounds tough.”

Y/N: “Not really. It’s quiet tonight.”

Nothing came after that and you put the phone away again, turning your head to the entry, the glassdoor giving you a perfect view of the rain shower outside. It really was coming down hard today. Bored, you took another round visiting your furry patients, giving them an extra round of cuddles. Suddenly the sound of the door tore through the hallway and you were quick to place the cat with the broken paw down to go and check on the new arrival.

You were utterly stunned to see Jungkook standing in the half opened door, dripping wet and with a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand.

“It’s pouring rain! Why are you here?!”, you exclaimed, approaching him with a shake of your head.

“Well, florists dont deliver at this hour.”, he said cheekily with a shrug. “So I came personally.”

He held out the dripping bouquet to you, which you took gratefully, enjoying the heavy fragrance of the flowers.

“You really shouldn’t have, but thank you. They are gorgeous.”, you said, sending him a smile, before inviting him to the staff room.

“Let me make you a tea and grab you a towel.”

“You got coffee instead?”, he asked, running a hand through his hair. It had changed color, you noticed, though you also instantly thought that you prefered it black.

A few minutes later you came back with a small towel and a steaming cup of coffee, taking a seat across from him at the small table. The entire room was tiny, but it was enough for the team.

“So this is where you work, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s a good place. It has nice people and I like how we truly take our time for each patient.”, you explained. You knew that not every clinic was like that, having done internships elsewhere during your studies.

“Aren’t you busy though?”, it was now your turn to ask him a question.

“I am most nights, but we do get our time off as well.”, Jungkook replied. “Our agency is a good place too.” You nodded, having read up a bit about Big Hit since your meeting with one of their idols. You also realized that you did know and enjoy quite a few of BTS’ songs, even though you had never been able to put a face to them. Now you enjoyed them even more.

“Do you want a tour?”, you asked, after a minute of silence fell between you, during which Jungkook tried to dry his hair. He agreed with a nod, before following you around. There wasn’t much to show, but he did spend some time in the patient rooms, giving the animals some pets and cuddles. He was good with them, you notcied and they seemed to like him in return.

“You have two cats at home, right?”, he asked, his hand still stroking a fat tabby, who was at the clinic because of stomach problems. The owner insisted something was wrong with him, even though you had determined that he just needed a change in food and a consistent diet.

“Yeah, Mr. Paws and Pogi.”, you replied. “I got them both from here, when the owners didn’t want them anymore.”

Jungkook’s eyes snapped to you, one of his eyebrows raised. “People do that?”

“Sometimes, unfortunately. Mr. Paws has a missing paw, ironically. We had to amputate it and the owner thought his cat would need special treatment because of it. And Pogi just needs regular medication and special food.” Small things really, but some owners just couldn’t handle it.

“I saw pictures of them and I never notcied the missing paw.”, Jungkook said.

“I don’t make a point of making it the focus on pictures.”

You ended the tour back in the staff room, where Jungkook took his coffee for a few sips, the drink instantly helping to warm him up.

“I have to miss our drama this friday.”, he suddenly announced. “So you have to give me detailed updates or at least a good summary.”

“You could just watch the rerun online.”, you suggested.

“It’s no fun alone. So unless you can wait a day for the new episode...”

“I make no promises, since the last episode ended on a cliffhanger.. but I’ll try to be patient.” He smiled at your humor, but you were serous. The show was more enjoyable with him.

“How did you get here?”, you eventually asked.

“I took a cab, but told them to let me out in front of a restaurant nearby. From there I walked.” In the pouring rain no less. Probably so the cab driver wouldn’t tell where he went. It was a clever ruse, but it was a shame that it was even necessary.

“Need a ride home?”, you asked. “I think I’m not a bad driver and I have some minor experience with idol passengers.”

His smile grew even wider at that. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“But I do stil have to work for an hour before I can take my break.”, you said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Just a break? What time do you go home?”

“This is just like a hospital with normal night shifts. Usually they are covered by our senior staff, but because some are on holiday, the task falls to me. So today, I’m staying till 7am. But I get the next day off.”, you explained. Those almost 24 hour shifts were draining, but rare, so you didn’t mind them at all.

“Oh, I think I will need loads of coffee to make it until 7am...”, he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I might as well keep you company. That will be the perfect way to show my gratitude.”

“You really don’t have you...”; you started.

“I have a free day tomorrow as well, so I don’t mind.”, he insisted casually. “Besides, we get a chance to talk about that drama in person. It’s easier than typing.”

You still didn’t get why he wanted to stay. Somehow you could not imagine that it was because he simply started to enjoy your company through your online talks.

For almost the whole night, you just talked and drank copious amounts of coffee. He followed you on your patrol rounds, helping you with minor tasks whenever he could. And although it was strange, it was the best night shift ever. Most of the time, it didn’t feel like you were hanging out with an idol, but just with a really nice guy. A really handsome one at that.

“This is nice.”, Jungkook said, voicing what you had been thinking. “But I do need another coffee.”

“You could also just take a nap.”, you offered. “I’ll wake you before it’s time to go.” It was already 4 am at this point.

He seemed to think about the offer. “Ok, but we will grab some breakfast together to make up for lost time.”

Did he really feel like he owed you all this time? You weren’t quite sure what to answer, so you just nodded and went to grab him a blanket. There was a small sofa in the staff room specifically for the nightshift or patients who could not see blood.

“Goodnight, Jungkook.”

“Goodnight, Y/N”

Hearing it live was so much better than reading his text you decided. And with a smile you made yourself another coffee to last the remaining hours.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungook x y/n #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #bts army #bts fanficion #bts romance #jungkook

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kimannhart · 4 years

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a belated birthday fic for my sweet jess @lovelyirony. hope you like this!!

Interestingly enough, the Twitter account had been Bruce’s idea.

“Tony, admit it. This is a great idea! We can talk about how hot...” Bruce paused and looked around for their teammates. After seeing Clint sitting on top of the fridge, he decided to play it safe, dropped his voice down to a whisper, and not mention any names, “... they are without them knowing.”

Tony looked at Bruce unconvincingly. “I dunno, Brucie. Don’t you think they’ll know?”

“Only if we make it obvious.”

There’s a moment of hesitation before Tony sighs, fully giving into the idea. “Okay.”

“Yes!”

@songsandfoods: Hi, we’re a new Twitter account. I am Sad Songs. I share this account with my friend, Breakfast Burritos, and we will be using this account to mainly talk about our crushes. Hope you enjoy our ramblings! -S.S.

@songsandfoods: I saw a new pap photo of James today. Gosh, he just looked so elegant wearing that navy blue polo of his. The way his arms just looked so buff? I’m swooning. - S.S.

@songsandfoods: I didn’t see Thor today, but I know he looked good. - B.B.

@songsandfoods: Not to be horny on the main, but like... Thor could rail me if he wanted to - B.B.

@songsandfoods: I! Just! Want! To! Hold! James’s! Hand! :( Why must he be so many miles away from me? This isn’t fair. - S.S.

@songsandfoods: Thor went on Instagram Live today, but his himbo ass didn’t know how to work it. He’s so dumb, oh my god I love him - B.B.

@songsandfoods: I wanna run my fingers through Thor’s hair and just braid it. He’d look so cute with braids, don’t ya think? - B.B.

@thorsbby: omg is this like a thirst account for thor and whoever tf james is??

@songsandfoods: @thorsbby “whoever tf james is” Excuse me, but James is War Machine, A.K.A. one of the members of the Avengers. Please have some respect for him. He’s been helping in saving the world for years now. We will not tolerate James/War Machine slander. Thank you! :) - S.S.

@songsandfoods: @thorsbby But to also to answer your question, yes this is basically a “thirst account” - S.S.

@songsandfoods: I saw the tweet that Sad Songs replied to and I would like to reiterate that we will not tolerate any slander/insults/etc of ANY members of the Avengers... except for Steve/Captain America - B.B.

@lolcptspangles: wait, why is steve the only exception????

@songsandfoods: @lolcptspangles Because he admitted that he pours his milk before his cereal, and for that he deserves all of the insults - B.B.

@lolcptspangles: ya kno what? that’s fair. steve you’re my fave but that behavior??? no thnx (jk i still love u steve)

@falconsarms: steve when he sees these tweets: 😢

@songsandfoods: James’s arms look so inviting. Oh, how I would kill to be held in those arms. - S.S.

@songsandfoods: Just imagine it: James and I are cuddling in bed together, lazily watching some terrible Hallmark Christmas movie. He gives me kisses on the forehead and gives his funny commentary on the movie. I nuzzle closer into his neck. Ugh, heaven. - S.S.

@songsandfoods: lkasnfdlaksdg THOR IN A SUIT! THOR IN A SUIT! THOR IN A SUIT! IDLKFASDG - B.B.

@songsandfoods: Okay, I am calm now. BUT LIKE THOR LOOKED SO GOOD WEARING THAT SUIT AT THE GALA TONIGHT OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD. THE WAY THOSE SUIT PANTS HUGGED HIS ASS OH MY GOD - B.B.

@songsandfoods: The moment I saw James in his floral suit, my heart bursted out of my chest. I just wanted to cry at how handsome he looked. - S.S.

@blackwidowsgirl: @songsandfoods this account is so cute! i love the difference between the two of you. Sad Songs is all about waxing poetics and Breakfast Burritos is just... horny. Anyway! What is your favorite thing about your respective crushes?

@songsandfoods: @blackwidowsgirl Thank you for your love and support! And for me, I just love the way James just seems like a no nonsense person, but really is just a big old dork. Also, love your Twitter handle!! - S.S.

@songsandfoods: @blackwidowsgirl Thanks for the love and support. But to answer your question, idk I just love how much of a teddy bear Thor is, but he can instantly become protective/warrior-like. But also, his hair, love his hair - B.B.

@wintersoldierslove: lkasndfklas thor and james did a joint photoshoot, i can’t wait to see @songsandfoods tweets for it

@songsandfoods: @wintersoldierslove THEY DID A WHAT NOW?! - S.S.

@songsandfoods: OH MY GOD!!!! I’M CRYING. THOR LOOKS SO GOOD!!! - B.B.

@songsandfoods: THOR DID HIS HAIR IN BRAIDS!!! I’M !!!! - B.B.

@songsandfoods: James. James. James!!!! - S.S.

@songsandfoods: James did an entire look of him dressed up as a Jedi! He even had a light saber!! He’s such a dork, I love him so much. - S.S.

Though, the Twitter account only lasted for a year and a half before Thor and James found out about it. In fact the moment that the two found out, that’s the reason they had a photoshoot together.

Bruce and Tony were currently sitting at the dining table on the common floor, tossing various ideas back and forth when Thor and James slid signed photos of themselves to the two men.

The photo Bruce received said, To my beloved Breakfast Burrito, I hope you enjoy this signed photo of myself. I made sure to pick a photo that showed off my best ASSests ;) <3 Thor

While the photo Tony received said, To Sad Songs, your tweets were cute. I picked a photo of me wearing your favorite polo and flexed my biceps for you. :) Your James

Bruce and Tony’s cheeks instantly turned red.

Tony clears his throat, “So, uh, you know about the Twitter account?”

Thor and James nod.

Bruce scratches the back of his neck. “Who told you? Or how did you find out?”

“Bucky told me during our weekly James night like three months ago.”

“And how did he find out?” Tony asks.

“He told me he and Sam like to look for Steve complaints on Twitter to send in their group chat with Steve to tease him and he ended up finding your account. He didn’t know it was your account until he hear Tony asking JARVIS to send a tweet in the lab when he went down for arm maintenance. And then from there it was obvious to who the other person could be.” James explains. “I actually didn’t believe him at first, but then I saw Bruce typing out a tweet as I walked by him one day. And then I immediately went to check the account and sure enough the tweet I saw Bruce typing was there.”

The two men sheepishly smile, a bit embarrassed at their lack of awareness of those around them when they were tweeting.

“Wait, three months ago? So, the two of you knew and didn’t say anything?” Bruce looks at the two in shock.

“Aye,” Thor nods. “We wanted to present you two with a delightful photoshoot of us before we revealed we knew.”

"And since we know now,” James wraps an arm around Tony’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze, “How about we go out on a double date?”

@songsandfoods: *Photo of Thor and James kissing Bruce and Tony’s respective cheeks.* Our crushes found out who ran this account, but I guess it’s okay because we’re boyfriends now :) - Sad Songs and Breakfast Burritos

#ironhusbands #thorbruce #i forgot how much i love doing twitter styled fics #this was a blast to write!#i hope you had a great bday jess!!!#joanis writes a thing

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gummygowon · 4 years

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wake up loser | jeon jungkook

word count: 1.6k

genre: fluff

best friends to lovers!

warnings: none

a/n: i wrote this oneshot a long time ago and i didn’t really know much about jungkook’s personality and i wrote this for my friend so please don’t burn me if this jungkook actually doesn’t match up with the real jk’s personality.

clink! clink! clink!

the annoying sound wouldn't stop no matter how hard you shoved the pillows into your ears. at first you thought it was something in your dream that was making that sound but as you slowly began to wake up the clinking never came to a stop.

you mumbled a curse under your breath as you got up to look out your window. usually if you heard a weird sound coming from outside your room you would be shitting yourself but you were too tired and angry to be scared. whatever demon that was outside was about to get their ass kicked back to hell.

you pushed your window curtains to the side a little too roughly and rubbed the fatigue away from your eyes. "jungkook?"

you immediately flung your window open. he was standing on your driveway with a handful of pebbles in his palm. it was a miracle he didn't shatter your window.

"oh my god finally." your best friend rolled his eyes. "you're such a pain in the ass to wake up."

"jungkook, what the fuck do you want." you grumbled. you tried your best to not wake up the whole goddamn neighborhood since it was who knows how late it was in the night or fuck, how early it was in the morning.

"just come down. i wanna show you something."

it was summer now which meant that you were back at your parents for the time being. you missed your family greatly but now you just wanna escape back into your dorm. your mom's usual nagging was getting to you and you needed a break even if it was just for a day.

but being back at your parent's house meant that you would see your childhood best friend, jeon jungkook.

you guys would do everything with each other when you were younger. hanging out at the community pool or even playing tag with the other neighborhood kids. oh how you wished to be a child again.

but, now you were an adult going to college and partying and doing other adult stuff. you kept in touch with jungkook but not as often as you wanted. the both of you guys were incredibly busy with school and work so a long phone call every weekend would have to do until now.

if jungkook had waited like four more hours you would sprung out of your bed so fast to hang out with him. but you were rudely awakened from your slumber and sleep was hard to come across in college so you had to take advantage now.

"why? it's literally so early." you whined.

"my mom made strawberry milk yesterday and i have some left over." he bribed.

"oh, say less." any anger or fatigue left your body as soon as he mentioned strawberry milk. jungkook's mom made the world's best strawberry milk and it was a shame that not everyone could try her delicious beverage.

you quickly got ready and grabbed a hoodie from your pile of clothes that were sitting on a chair. you didn't even dare to change out of your pajamas. the warmth that it provided was too good to be substituted for a wack ass pair of cold jeans.

you slipped out our window as if it wasn't your first time sneaking out. you were an adult now, your parents shouldn't really care about why you weren't home in the morning.

when you jumped down from your window, you swatted the tiny dust particles off yourself before turning to jungkook. "well, where we going captain?"

"this way, m'lady." he stuck out his arm for you to loop through, which you gladly did.

you've always this tiny crush on jungkook. it was bound to happen at some point but you never did anything about it and secretly hoped it went away. but your crush on him became even bigger during your senior prom when your trashy ex dumped you right there and then proceeded to start grinding up on one of your "friends."

jungkook was there for you throughout the whole thing. you were balling on his blazer and apologized many times and try to pull your head away to stop your runny makeup from ruining his jacket but he pulled you in closer to him and told you it was fine. he didn't really care if his prom outfit was ruined, all he cared about was you. the prom was ass anyways.

in an effort to make you feel better, he took you to in-n-out. the two of you guys ate your burgers while singing karaoke in his mom's old mini van. without jungkook, you were sure prom would've been a complete disaster. well, it definitely was but he made it better.

since then, you had your fair shares of hook ups and dates while in college. no one had met your incredibly high standards. in other words, no one was jeon jungkook but you would never admit it out loud.

you didn't want to ruin your friendship with him over your dumb feelings for him. plus, you didn't know what he was up to in his own love life. it's been awhile since the two of you actually sat down in person and properly caught up.

after walking in what seemed like fifteen minutes, you guys had arrived at this old park you guys used to hangout while growing up.

"oh man, i haven't been in here forever." you gasped, a big grin spreading across your face. memories flooded your brain.

jungkook looked over to you and couldn't help but smile too since you were so excited.

you let go of his arm and started running towards the tiny hill. "race you."

"hey! you got a head start." jungkook whined as he dashed towards you.

you actually ended up winning the race surprisingly but since jungkook was a sore loser he tackled you to the floor.

"you cheated!" he shouted as he tickled you.

"no-stop please- i did not." you argued between in laughs.

you managed to wrestle jungkook and ended up straddling him with his arms pinned down by you. he made eye contact with you and you could feel you heart do twenty somersaults.

if you guys were kids, it wouldn't be awkward but since you guys were almost twenty years old and since someone had a little crush, there definitely was tension.

you awkwardly coughed to get rid of the silence. "i win though." you fought back as you slid off him.

"yeah, sure. whatever works for you." he chuckled.

"it's not my fault ,you're so slow jk."

he put a hand over his chest, pretending to be hurt. "how dare you say such things about me."

you rolled your eyes at his playfulness and shoved him lightly, "shut up."

the two of you guys fell into silence as you surveyed the world in front of you. a lot has changed but jungkook didn't change one bit.

"so, how's life?" you asked, breaking the peaceful silence. if nothing was going to happen, you were going to fall asleep.

"i thought you wanted me to shut up?" he fired right back.

you threw your hands up in the air, "just answer the question or i'm walking back home."

"alright, alright. i will."

for the next hour or so, the two of you caught up on everything. from friends to school life to the latest work drama. jeez, there was so much to talk about that you guys couldn't cover in your monthly phone calls. it was nice to catch up with him though. you missed him a lot. talking through screens wasn't the same as being next him.

the sun was about halfway in the sky and the clouds were painted a dusty pink. jungkook had whipped out the infamous strawberry milk, much to your delight and you guys sipped in silence with the occasional moment of bringing up old memories.

you were sipping your drink while deep in your thoughts. a surge of confidence came and it dared you to confess your true feelings to your best friend. you don't know where it came from but you weren't no pussy. you stared at the pink sky and a smile formed on you lips as you thought about the what if's with him.

you could feel jungkook's stare on you so, you turned to look at him. "what?"

he had this lovestruck look on his face. a look you've never really seen out of all the years you've known him.

now, jungkook also had a fat crush on you but was too scared to make a move. he thought he lost you when you got a boyfriend in high school but look at how that turned out. he was secretly happy that the two of you didn't work out but he would never confess that to you.

i swear there was something in the air because jungkook also had a surge of confidence that dared him to confess too. the timing was perfect. actually, everything was perfect. the sky was a pretty pink, you were happy which made him even happier.

his mind couldn't stop thinking about how cute you looked in your pajamas and messy bun. he was grateful that you could be comfortable with him and that you didn't care what you looked like in front of him. to him you were just right.

"i love you." he confessed. jungkook was practically sweating as soon as those words left his mouth. he didn't actually mean to confess like that or did he? "i mean-"

"just kiss me, you loser." you cut in.

jungkook smiled before pulling you in.

you tasted like mint toothpaste and strawberries.

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bangchanzz · 4 years

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Lover’s Paradise

CHAPTER 2

JEON JUNGKOOK X READER

Summary: Idol!Jungkook and Celebrity!Y/N have been friends for years. For both of them, their friendship has always bordered on more than friends, but neither of them are brave enough to take the leap of faith and confess. But when Y/N hosts the boys of BTS at her suave LA mansion and somehow finds herself sharing a bed with Jungkook, who harbors a few dark secrets of his own, things spin out of control. Tensions rise as she shows them a glimpse of her suave superstar lifestyle, and secrets come out that could change people’s lives forever.

Warnings: Severe depression, and anxiety. Mentions of suicide. ANGST. Mentions of sex. Heavy alcohol and drug use

Word Count: 4.4K (for this chapter)

Author’s Note: Here’s chapter 2! Things are starting to get a little more spicy ;) This chapter also hurt me deeply to write because thinking about sad JK makes me sad but anyway... Let me know what you think!

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CHAPTER 2

YOUR POV

Dinner was… Eventful.

Ok, it was a mess.

For some reason, Brandon had thought barbequed pork ribs was a good idea, which lead to a kitchen covered in rib juice and barbeque sauce and nine boys covered in the same.

Jungkook had eventually come down after you had made some excuse about him feeling a little sick from the plane.

Brandon had given you a little look that said he knew you were lying, but when you gave him a subtle look of urgency right back, he decided to leave it be. Tae had also given you a funny look, and you didn’t miss when five minutes later he quietly slipped upstairs and came back twenty minutes after with the youngest in tow.

Jungkook had come downstairs looking like someone had sucked the life out of him, but he was pretending he had it together.

It made your heart beat funny in your chest, but you ignored it and instead wordlessly handed him a beer and went back to chopping vegetables.

The growing atmosphere seemed to pull him from whatever depression he had sunk into, at least for now, and after a few beers he was laughing and messing around in the pool with the rest of him.

As Brandon held court on the patio, standing over his grill-throne, you found yourself alone in the kitchen with Taehyung.

You set down the plate you were washing to watch him grab another beer from the refrigerator.

“What’s up with Jungkook?” you asked casually.

He froze, his hand hovering over the beer bottle, and turned to face you.

“Nothing,” he rasped.

“Bullshit, Tae. I don’t believe it.”

Taking the beer out and shutting the fridge, your friend leaned against the counter and studied his hands. “I told him he should tell you,” he muttered under his breath.

“Tell me what?” When Taehyung said nothing, you pressed on. “What’s the scar on his shoulder from? Tell me, Tae. Please. I’m worried.”

“He fell.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “He said as much. But I’m asking how he fell.”

Taehyung took a long sip of his beer before resting his gaze on you. “I’m not supposed to say anything. He asked me not to.”

You sighed. You supposed it was good that he had such loyal friends around him. They’d make sure he didn’t do something… extreme. “Fine. But just-“

He cut you off. “However, he’s not listening to us. We just can’t seem to…”

It was then you saw the silver lining his eyes and the tense lines of his body as he held back sobs. You moved to stand next to him, taking his large hand in yours and squeezing it. “Tae, you don’t have to say anything…”

“No,” the older boy said, drying his eyes with his free hand. “No, I think you need to hear this because maybe you can help him. We can’t seem to get through to him, but given your history maybe you can…”

“You mean my depression,” you guessed. “He’s depressed,” you said, choking on the last word a bit.

Taehyung nodded slightly. “The scar on his shoulder… He tried to kill himself.”

Every cell in your body turned to ice. Suddenly you were looking at Taehyung, but you weren’t really seeing him. Instead, you were remembering every vile and intrusive thought that had ever crossed your mind and how much it had taken to overcome it. Hell, you were still overcoming it if the daily pills and the weekly visits to a therapist were any indication.

But you knew you could do it. You had come this far, and you had become stronger for it. But Jungkook… You thought back to the cheeky boy you had met for the first time two years ago, you thought of his smiles and his laughter and his carefree attitude. That boy… You weren’t sure that boy could go through what you had and come out still able to smile.

“The scar,” Tae continued, unaware of your internal strife, “was from Namjoon tackling him on the roof of the BigHit building where he tried to jump. He landed wrong and messed up his shoulder so bad it needed surgery… But I guess that’s better than being dead.”

You didn’t think Jungkook thought the same way.

“How long ago was this?” You asked, your throat tightening.

“Four months ago.”

You closed your eyes. In your head you were running through every conversation, every joke, every meme you had sent back and forth with him four months ago and asked yourself why, why didn’t I see it?

But you caught yourself, remembering that there’s no use in dwelling it the past. It solves nothing. Instead of worrying about how you could’ve stopped him then, you should be worrying about how to prevent the same thing from happening again in the future.

“Thank you for telling me,” you managed.

Tae nodded, still trying to master himself. “Just don’t… tell anyone, ok? And maybe don’t tell him I told you. I’m not supposed to say anything, but I think that maybe you could help him.”

You nodded. “I won’t say anything.”

“Y/N?”

You looked at your friend, meeting his brown eyes filled with concern and… fear.

“Please,” Taehyung breathed, “Help him.”

You only nodded, not trusting yourself to speak without breaking into tears.

You didn’t bother to tell Taehyung that only Jungkook could help himself, that depression wasn’t like having the flu and you couldn’t just prescribe some pills and have it disappear, or that it was nothing like the romanticized version society projected and no amount of overused Pinterest quotes or a few “I love you’s” could make a person feel like life is actually worth living.

The best you had to offer was your story, but honestly that was even more depressing. And then there was the fact that you were still healing yourself, and so no, you didn’t have all the answers, you just had the answers to your own experiences which wouldn’t necessarily align with his.

Because truth be told you were still walking out of the darkest part of your life, and you realized that you might do more harm than good to both yourself and him.

But he was your friend, and he was hurting. So maybe you would try talking to him, if it seemed like he wanted to talk.

He knew about your history, and he knew he could come to you, so you wouldn’t push him to say more than what he was comfortable with.

You were shaken from your absolutely delightful thoughts as Jimin stuck his blonde head into the kitchen to tell you dinner was ready.

You thanked him and took a moment to master yourself, burying this part of you under layers of the personality you’d carefully constructed over the years, and when you went out to the patio you pretended everything was fine.

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After dinner that night, everyone was in the pool, either lounging or messing around in the water as the sun set over the ocean and stars began to make their appearance on an inky black stage.

You sat on the steps with Jin, a strawberry daiquiri in hand, discussing different cooking recipes, while the others sat around on the sides or swam in the pool.

“I wanted to say,” Jin said, placing a gentle hand on your knee, “that I’m sorry to hear about you and Shawn.”

Your stomach dropped. This had been the very last topic of conversation you wanted to discuss, but you had known it probably would come up that your ex-boyfriend had very publicly cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about and embarrassed you in front of the entire world and broken your heart and your spirit.

“Don’t be,” you said, steeling away your heart and the way it still sometimes ached for that lying, cheating bastard. “It’s for the best. He clearly never gave a shit about me.”

“How have you been dealing with it?” he asked, his eyes full of pity.

You shrugged and looked away, unable to shoulder the pity in his gaze. “Various ways. I watched some stupid teen romance movies and smashed some glass up in the mountains. Then I did a shit ton of drugs and blacked out for about two weeks. Then I just… carried on.”

Jin looked like he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or yell. “Well that’s, uh, one way to get over someone.”

You shrugged again, playing with the warm pool water and tried to ignore the sinkhole I your chest that always opened up whenever you thought about Shawn. “I wasted enough time on him. He played me, I was sad for a bit, and now he doesn’t get the luxury of my time or peace of mind.”

Thankfully, at that exact moment, Brandon clapped his hands in the middle of the pool to get everyone’s attention.

“Ok, kids,” he announced, “let’s play a game.”

“What are we, pre-teens at a slumber party?” you demanded.

“Says the youngest here,” Branded retorted.

“Carry on,” you conceded with a sip of your drink.

“That’s what I thought,” he said as you narrowed your eyes at him. “Let’s play truth or dare.”

You gave him a pained look, the words fighting their way up your throat to tell him exactly what you thought of this cliché.

“So, Y/N,” Brandon said. He chose you to go first. Shocker. “Truth or dare?”

You thought for a moment, considering Brandon’s reputation of giving the absolute most horrific and humiliating dares. “Truth.”

“Tell us about the time you lost your virginity.”

You ignored the uncomfortable looks from the guys around you and the way they suddenly found everything but you incredibly interesting.

“Wow, first question and you already brought up sex? Way to ease into it,” you chuckled.

“Subtlety isn’t my style,” Brandon said with a sly grin. “Besides, aren’t you the one always saying, ‘Go big or go home’?”

“Fair enough,” you told him before taking a long drink of your cocktail. “Freshman year of college. I was at a frat party, got drunk, and thought, ‘fuck it, life’s too short. Chad was hot—or was it Brad? I honestly can’t remember. Same difference. After literally thirty seconds of making out he told me he wanted to fuck me, so I said whatever and lost my virginity in some senior frat house in a room that spelled like vomit and weed and I’m pretty sure did not belong to Brad or Chad or whoever he was. He lasted about forty-five seconds and I never saw him again.”

You sipped your drink, ignoring the shocked look on everyone’s’ face—everyone that is, except Brandon, who grinned at you with wicked delight. “Our little slut,” he said in an endearing tone.

“Hey,” you scoffed, leveling him with a glare, “at least I didn’t get syphilis the first time I had sex.”

Brandon let out a mock gasp and splashed you. “Hey that wasn’t my fault! I was fifteen and the girl told me I couldn’t get an STD my first time!

“Why? Because you couldn’t last long enough?” you shot back.

“Do you want to fight?” he demanded, making his way over to where you sat on the steps.

“Bring it on,” you said with a wry grin, setting your drink down. “I can take you any time, any place. Oh, but hold on, let me grab some protection first, I don’t want to catch your syphilis.”

“It was chlamydia,” Brandon snarled playfully, his large hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you towards him until you were close enough to wrap your legs around his torso, “and its gone now,” he said, his face so close to yours that your noses were practically touching.

You tilted your head a little so your mouth would graze his if either of you so much as shifted and said, “whatever you say, Itchy.”

At that, Brandon flung himself backwards into the water, taking you with him.

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JUNGKOOK’S POV

It was actually much more difficult to watch you and Brandon interact than he remembered. Your relationship had always looked like this: lots of touching and grabbing, inappropriate comments, sly looks… So Jungkook wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much tonight.

Maybe it was your skimpy little bikini—the way it did absolutely nothing to hide, well, any of your ass. Or the way it displayed your more than generous breasts. Or those curves. Those curves were positively sinful. Jungkook often dreamed about those curves when he was alone, imagining the way they would feel under his hands, how it would feel to have you completely at the mercy of his touch. What it would feel like to trace every perfect line of your body, just the two of you, and to have you want it—want him—and beg for more.

Suddenly, he was very, very glad he was submerged in the pool up to his hips, because if anyone saw the growing problem in his swim trunks he just might keel over dead on the spot.

“Jungkook.” Shit. You were looking at him, still tucked under Brandon’s incredible, stupidly muscled biceps—not that he cared or anything. “Truth or dare.”

“Um… truth?”

“Shit,” you said under your breath, “I wasn’t prepared for that one. Okay, um, I’ll be basic because I’m a little tipsy right now and therefore unoriginal, so I’ll go with: tell us about your first kiss.”

Jungkook immediately felt his face flame up as he dipped his head, the water suddenly more interesting than the model staring at him from across the pool.

“I’ve, uh, never been, um, kissed before,” he said, unable to meet your eyes.

“Wait really?” you asked incredulously.

He could only nod through the humiliation.

“That’s ok,” Brandon said from beside you, “You’re like 23, there’s really no rush. You’re a busy dude. No one expects you to have the time to go out and kiss girls.”

The others murmured their agreement. Jungkook could feel Taehyung’s gaze burning a hole through the side of his head, and even though he couldn’t see the older boy, Jungkook could practically envision the look of pity all over his face so he chose not to look. Even Brandon, despite his empathetic words, still gave him a quick look laced with pity.

It was only you that didn’t act like there was something fundamentally wrong with him for never having kissed anyone. You simply readjusted yourself in Brandon’s arms until he was carrying you bridal style so you could dip your head back to look at the stars, and said, “Damn, now I gotta think of something else.”

“We don’t have all night you drunk bitch,” Brandon said, swinging you around in a circle and making you giggle. “Jk, just ask someone else.”

And so the game continued on, but Jungkook wasn’t paying attention. He only watched the girl he loved lounge in another man’s arms and wondered what it would be like to be him.

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Jungkook spent the rest of the night hyperaware of where you existed around him, always looking for a way to talk to you or just be near you.

It frustrated him that he was like this; cripplingly insecure and desperate.

The past year and half your friendship had blossomed so easily over text, where he had the time to carefully construct a witty and suave response to whatever you had to say, but here, in real time, in your goddamn house, he was powerless to conceal how pathetic he was for you.

Because he was. Jungkook had loved you before he even met you—he had idolized you when you were a professional dancer in your teens, and then loved you even more when you became an actress and celebrity and you let the entire world see exactly how incredible you are.

And when he heard you were coming to Korea on a press tour for your new movie and he might even get to meet you he had nearly vomited from excitement and screamed into a pillow for three minutes straight.

But meeting you in his head was wildly different than meeting you in person. He thought he would be cool, albeit a bit awkward, but you would find it cute and charming. He would ask you out on a simple coffee date, to which you would reply yes, and you would have such a good time you wouldn’t leave his side. You would go for drinks at one of his favorite hidden bars in Seoul and he could show you his city. Then the two of you would go back to your hotel room to watch a movie, but he would accidently fall asleep and wake up with you in his arms.

Needless to say, it did not go that way.

He would never forget the first time he saw you in person: It was three years ago in Seoul during IdolFest, a huge gathering of idols to do interviews, challenges, variety shows, and interact with one another for the fans, and since your press tour would have you in Korea at the same time, they invited you and your co-stars to come, and you had said yes.

On the first day of the event, BTS had been one of the first groups to arrive and had to wait inside the studio until a PA—who was running late—could come open the dressing rooms.

Your co-stars had arrived first without you, them and their crew being ushered off into a corner by anxious looking interns. Jungkook observed with more than a little glee that the group was close enough to him that maybe he could make casual eye contact with you and introduce himself in a really cool and natural way. Or something suave like that.

It was a big deal that you guys were here, and everyone knew it. Your movies had been global blockbusters, breaking records after records with each opening weekend. As they walked across the room Jungkook could hear the whispers following them as idols eyed the American celebrities with varying reactions.

But all he could focus on was the fact that you weren’t there. Were you not coming? Were you running late?

He sent up a silent prayer to whatever god was listening that you would show; he wanted to meet you so badly—not that he thought he actually had the courage to introduce himself.

Jungkook was standing with Yugyeom talking about video games, when they heard the fans outside screaming the loudest they had all day.

“Who do you think it is?” Yugyeom asked, eyeing the door.

Jungkook shrugged. “Probably Big Bang or SHINee or some other big boy group.”

Suddenly, the doors of the studio burst open, the screams of the fans near deafening now, and every cell in Jungkook’s body went on red alert as you hurdled through the open doors on a longboard. Security had literally pushed you though the door as the chaos outside amplified.

The first thing Jungkook noticed was that you’re even more beautiful in person. You had your hair down, curls falling in waves down to your waist, the ends tinged lighter by the sun. Big designer sunglasses hid your eyes, but not the angular jaunt of your cheekbones or full mouth. You looked comfortable in oversized grey sweatpants and a black crop top that revealed impressive abs. A backpack was slung across your shoulders and Jungkook marveled that you could balance so well on your board with it on.

Everyone in the studio fell silent as you zoomed in, and if you noticed—which, having known you for two years now, Jungkook had no doubt you did—you didn’t react. You simply skateboarded over to where your costars stood, steering in and out of people like a professional with your hands in your pockets, expression bored.

In that moment, Jungkook had never loved anyone more.

Brandon’s voice echoed throughout the concrete studio, “You’re such a fucking drama queen Y/N.”

You slowed yourself down to a stop in front of him, kicking the board up into your hands with ease, the carefree sound of your laugh floating through the room.

“Yes, and?” you replied, turning to the man who Jungkook assumed was your assistant by the way he ran up to you, handed you a coffee, and took your skateboard.

“How was your final?” Caleb asked, taking a sip of his own coffee.

You groaned. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“That bad?” Brandon asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Look, it happened. That’s all I’m going to say about it,” you said, chugging your coffee.

By then, conversation had picked back up and Jungkook was unable to hear the rest of what you were saying, but that didn’t stop him from looking over at you a bit too frequently and trying to think up a way to introduce himself.

He said goodbye to Yugyeom as the PA’s began letting people into their dressing rooms, and for a split second Jungkook truly believed in god when he realized that BTS’s dressing room was right next to yours.

And when Taehyung asked Namjoon to help him say hello to you, Jungkook almost exploded on the spot and had nothing short of begged to join them.

In the end, all seven boys had wanted to go, and so together they shuffled down the hall to the next door and knocked.

An assistant answered the door, and with wide eyes, turned around and said “BTS is here.”

“Let them in,” Brandon said, becoming visible as he stepped forward.

Jungkook was instantly jealous the first time he met Brandon.

To be fair, the first time he met Brandon, the other boy had been shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants, showing off his more than impressive physique. Jungkook would kill to have the kind of muscle definition and proportions that Brandon did, not to mention the height, the pretty face, and the confidence of having all of that and knowing it.

And then you stood up from your makeup chair and Jungkook instantly forgot about Brandon.

You were in a sports bra and tiny spandex shorts, your hair up in a bun and your knuckles taped as if for boxing. Jungkook was aware that he was ogling you, but damn you were the hottest thing he had ever seen.

“Hi,” you said in perfect Korean. “I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you.” You smiled, and his eyes had caught yours for a split second and his heart had stopped beating.

“I’m RM,” Namjoon said stepping forward and shaking your hand. Jungkook tried not to feel too jealous—and failed. “Your Korean is very good.”

“Thank you,” you replied, blushing slightly. “I spent a year studying Taekwondo in Seoul a few years ago and picked up a few things,” you laughed.

“More than a few it looks like,” Namjoon observed, earning another laugh from you.

The meeting was short, as both groups were busy getting ready, and Jungkook found himself having said a single word to you: his goddamn name.

He wanted to be better than this. He wanted to be funny and interesting, but still a little mysterious and deep; he wanted to wow you with his cool words and maybe even get your number, but as he turned to leave with the rest of his group he realized how foolish he had been.

Why would you ever take notice of someone like him? Someone who couldn’t even speak to you, much less sweep you off your feet?

All he could think about as he walked away, and every day for the next three years, was how beautiful you had looked that day when you smiled at him.

YOUR POV

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The rest of the night was rather tame, the ten of you catching up over some alcohol and s’mores under a blanket of stars and swaying palm trees.

The alcohol plus the warm California breeze was all it took to lull you into a partial coma, your body suddenly deciding that you were very tired, and that Caleb made a wonderful pillow. Caleb, none too happy with his newly appointed status as a body pillow, dutifully carried you upstairs and helped you into bed.

As you nestled into your blankets you let your thoughts wander to Jungkook and wondered whether or not he’d actually share a bed with you tonight or if he would wait until everyone fell asleep and then crash on the couch.

It was strange how you couldn’t decide which option you wanted more.

On one hand, you liked Jungkook a lot. You would love nothing more than to share a bed and stay up late talking about everything and nothing in the safety of his arms. But you knew that was impractical. Even so, you realized you just craved being near him; you always felt good around him, like things were a little better. Like the dark cloud that always seemed to hang around you was a little less dark when he was there. He was a reminder that there were still things in this world worth fighting for, and one of them was right in front of you.

On the other hand, you weren’t sure you could handle being that close to him and not getting the physical attention you craved. It would be so incredibly hard to share a goddamn bed with him and not go any further than sleeping. You would get to be near him, but it could never go any further than that, and you weren’t sure you were capable of that right now.

As you drifted off to sleep you realized there was never any doubt: you wanted him here. And maybe that was more of a nightmare than a dream.

Right in the middle of a particularly interesting dream about Jungkook, you awoke to the feeling of the mattress shifting on the other side of the bed. You didn’t say anything as you cracked an eye to watch Jungkook get comfortable as far away from you as he could get without falling off the edge of the mattress.

You couldn’t help the satisfaction that bloomed in your chest, and the feeling of security knowing he was safely next to you, asleep and alive. Fighting the urge to reach out and touch him, you turned over and went back to sleep, but this time no dreams came.

#yay!#lovers paradise #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #bts #bts jungkook #bts imagine #bts smut #bts scenarios

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“Lupin, Black, Snape” || YEAR 3 – Ch.15 (HP au)

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Day posted: 8/28/2020

Word count: 3, 251

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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Heather made her way down to the great hall with everyone else from her common room. She turned a corner and spotted Ron and Hermione next to Harry, just up ahead. She ran over and joined them, searching their hands for any treats like they had promised.

“Oh, sorry! We left them in our common room. We’ll give you some later.”

All she could do was nod at Hermione and not let the disappointment get her down. “It’s ok. What are you guys talking about?”

Ron shook his head. “About how mad Lupin is. Harry told us he drank the potion.”

Heather glared at Harry. “It wasn’t poisoned!”

“Of course not.” Hermione lowered her voice. “He wouldn’t have done it in front of you two…”

Heather groaned.

They crossed the entrance hall and entered the great hall, admiring the decorations like every year. There were giant glittering pumpkins floating over their heads with candles lighting them from the inside. Bats swooped and fluttered above their heads, dodging the orange streamers hung all around.

Heather was too upset to sit next to Draco and Pansy, choosing instead to sit next to some fourth years down the middle of the table. She kept glancing at Harry who kept looking up at Professor Lupin throughout the meal, who was perfectly fine and happily enjoying the feast and talking to Professor Flitwick.

She wanted to ignore Harry and his rude assumptions, but when she caught sight of Professor Snape she saw him glancing over at Professor Lupin over and over again as he ate. Was he waiting for something? Checking on him? Professor Lupin had mentioned the potion was to help him feel better, but Professor Snape wasn’t the type to worry about someone’s health like that…

The feast ended with a performance of how the Bloody Baron and other ghosts died, finishing off with disappearing through tables and walls. Nearly headless Nick came back to hear the applause and Professor Dumbledore excused them to head back to their houses.

She caught up to Harry and rolled her eyes at the looks he was giving her.

“Explain why he kept looking over. Think he was that worried about Professor Lupin’s cold?” Harry crossed his arms as they left the entrance hall.

Heather sighed. “Maybe he actually DOES know him. Maybe they’re friends and he really is concerned for his friend’s wellbeing.”

Ron gave a breathy laugh. “Oh sure, as Snape’s known to do.”

Draco pushed through them and turned around as he walked across the corridor. “The dementors wanted me to tell you they send their love, Potter! They’re asking when you’ll visit!”

Several students around them laughed and Draco held his head up higher as he walked away with Crabbe and Goyle snickering behind him. Heather said goodnight to Ron, Harry, and Hermione and made her way across the castle and down the dungeon stairs and into her common room.

Her excuse for him was weak. She paced the back of the common room, trying to think of an explanation. Sure, he seemed scary and rude and hated most people at the school… But he was a professor… He wouldn’t risk going to Azkaban just for a position he wanted… Besides, wouldn’t he want to poison him after the year had ended, or at the very least first term? He’d still be in charge of teaching potions until Professor Dumbledore had the time to put out ads for potions professors…

She pulled out a random book from the giant towering book case in the back and looked up as the doors opened passed hours. It was none other than Professor Snape himself, looking very preoccupied with his thoughts. His eyes were distant and searching the floor as people gathered around him. His finger was curled and pressed to his lips as people waited for him to say something.

He finally looked up. “Everyone is to follow me to the great hall immediately. You have five minutes to change into your night clothes. Anyone left inside will serve six hours of detention in the potions classrooms with me, scrubbing the bottom of the seventh year cauldrons until they shine.”

He looked at everyone and a shiver ran through the crowd. Everyone left to change without another word. There was hushed whispered in every dorm and throughout the bathrooms about why they had to go to the great hall in their pajamas.

There was a lot of talk about trolls in the dungeons again, dementors checking their dorms, and of Sirius Black. Heather got dressed and went to get her potions guide and wand, tucking them away in her robe pockets. She didn’t really feel like walking around in JUST her pajamas and figured she’d use the robes as, well, robes.

She walked out into the common room and saw Professor Snape still standing where he had been, arms held behind his back as he stared down at the floor in thought. She looked at the line of ready Slytherins forming, all still whispering about what was happening.

She let her curiosity get the better of her and approached Professor Snape, being used to him constantly yelling at her and Harry already made asking him questions less daunting.

“Sir?”

His eyes flickered towards her but he said nothing.

She figured that meant he was listening and went on with the question. “Why are we heading to the great hall? Are we coming back after?”

He stood up straighter and scanned the large group of whispering students. He addressed them all. “The castle is to be searched – and all houses will be sleeping in the great hall tonight. That is all.”

He stared Heather down until she back up into the line. He turned and lead them out and up the main stairs that would spit them out next to the great hall. All the other houses were making their way inside, as confused as everyone else.

She wasn’t sure what she’d heard to make her remember, but a sudden pang of anxiety hit her like a monstrous wave. Was the castle being searched for the missing books? She had started reading the potions one early in the mornings and immediately realized why the Ministry had banned those books. They were very dangerous, especially in the hands of someone like Draco, who loved to talk about poisoning and hexing others who annoyed him… like muggle borns, muggles, and loud first years.

She stood with her house as Professor Dumbledore walked in, talking with several other teachers and sending them on their way with tasks.

He stood behind his podium and waited for everyone to quiet down as Mr. Filch shushed them all next to him. “I will be conducting a search of the castle along with your heads of houses and several other professors.” The large great hall doors closed and everyone jumped but Professor Dumbledore kept going. “For everyone’s safety, you will all be sleeping here, where we can watch over you for the night. There will be teachers on both sides of the doors keeping guard, and any prefects and Head boys and girls who wish to stay up and look after their houses will receive house points. Any… disturbances should be reported immediately to your house ghosts, who will report back to us.”

The ghosts all looked very proud to be of use and looked down at them all with serious faces. Professor Dumbledore waved his wand and all the tables flew to the sides, stacking high, along with all the benches. In their place hundreds of puffy purple sleeping bags appeared on the floor.

Pansy gasped, “We’ll be sleeping on the floor in THOSE?”

Draco kicked one of them and shook his head, looking very disgusted.

“Sleep and have delightful dreams,” Professor Dumbledore said as he closed the doors behind him, leaving the great hall with Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

The second the doors closed everyone gathered around the Gryffindors as they excitedly told everyone what had happened. Heather, Ron, Harry, and Hermione had all picked sleeping bags in the back near Neville, Seamus, Dean, Fred, George, Lee, and Ginny.

Ron filled Heather in on what had happened. Sirius Black was in the castle and had destroyed the fat lady’s portrait in his attempt to break into the Gryffindor common room to kill Harry.

Heather gasped and looked at Harry. “No! But-but… How did he get passed the dementors? How could he have gotten in the castle? I can’t believe he really tried get in there and kill you!”

Harry looked as shaken up about it as her. “He must really be mad at me for defeating Voldemort…”

Ron jumped at the mention. “Obviously he’s figured out how to get passed the dementors… Are we really supposed to believe professors like Trelawney’ll keep us safe?”

Hermione shoved Ron’s shoulder. “Stop scaring them! Of course we’re safe here. Professor Dumbledore’s looking out for us. And the dementors aren’t very smart. They’re like angry dogs, really. The professor’s are much harder to get passed.”

Heather nodded and reached out for Harry’s hand. He squeezed back and kicked their sleeping bags closer to the high table where several teachers were pacing around. Everyone was being told to go to sleep so they got in their sleeping bags.

Hermione turned to them. “He’s not still in the castle, do you think?”

Ron made a motion under his sleeping bag. “If Dumbledore didn’t think so we’d be in our beds.”

Hermione shook her head. “No matter… It’ll all get sorted soon.”

Heather appreciated Hermione staying strong for them. It made her feel better, though she wasn’t sure it was enough to let her sleep peacefully. She turned around and listened to others whispering their ideas about how he had gotten in.

“He apparated in, how else?”

“But no one can apparate in… He came in disguised!”

“He didn’t just walk in – He flew!”

Heather felt someone shake her shoulder and turned to face Hermione.

“In ‘Hogwarts: a History’ it is stated very clearly that no one can just apparate in. And there are walls of spells that prevent anyone from entering by stealth. Not to mention that there are dementors EVERYWHERE who see through any disguise and even invisibility cloaks.” Hermione reassured her. “And Filch knows all the secret passages which are also probably sealed anyways.”

The lights went out and everything was dark, except for the twinkling sky above them and the slivery glow of the ghosts gliding above their heads, watching over them. Heather let out a sigh and moved closer to Hermione, feeling better after what she had said.

She could hear Percy shouting from across the great hall, shushing everyone. There was still a low whisper throughout the hall and Heather could only sleep for an hour or two at a time. Waking up every time the great hall doors opened and Percy ran up to the teachers, asking for updates.

Halfway through the night Professor Dumbledore walked back in, making his way to the high table. Percy ran over and asked if Sirius Black had been found.

“I believe he has left the castle. I’ve put up a replacement portrait and tomorrow morning everyone will have access to the tower again. I’ll have Mr. Filch restore the fat lady and she’ll be back in no time.”

“That’s marvelous, Sir.”

The door creaked open again and more footsteps drew near.

“Headmaster.” It was the deep voice of Professor Snape. “All the main floors are searched, with no sign of Black. Filch has rechecked the greenhouses and the dungeons.”

“And all the towers?”

“All rechecked. Still no signs.”

“Very good, Severus. It wouldn’t be like Sirius Black to linger.”

There was a pause.

“Have you any… theory… as to how he got in, Professor?” It seemed like Professor Snape was hinting at something.

“Many,” Professor Dumbledore dismissed his question. “All as unlikely as the last.”

She heard Harry’s sleeping bag jostle.

“And do you remember our conversation, Headmaster? Just before – ah – the beginning of term…” Professor Snape sounded more irritated now.

“I do. Severus.”

“It would appear to be… almost impossible… that anyone – let alone Black – could enter the castle without inside help.” He was almost angry now. “I believe I expressed my concerns when you appointed – ”

“There is not a single person in this castle that would aid Black in entering it.” His tone was deathly serious and ended with a clear indication their conversation was over. “I need to have a talk with the dementors. They wanted to know when the search is complete.”

Percy had still been there during their conversation and finally spoke up again. “Why didn’t the dementors help in the search?”

“So long as I remain Headmaster, no dementors will be crossing the threshold of this castle.”

Several footsteps retreated and the great hall doors creaked open and closed. Heather opened her eyes and turned to see Harry staring in their direction. She moved around and looked up at the high table Professor Snape took his seat lazily with crossed arms and furrowed brows.

The next several days the only thing anyone talked about was Sirius Black. Everyone was brainstorming how he managed to enter, coming up with wildly lunatic ideas, all involving him turning into some sort of plant, stone, or broom that had been brought in.

The only positive thing that had happened after Halloween was that they were now being guarded by most every teacher – and Percy – though Harry more than her. Everywhere they went they always found a teacher lurking not far behind, and Percy didn’t even try to hide it. He stood behind them proudly, with his chest held out for intimidation.

Heather felt much better walking around school, unlike Harry who seemed more and more annoyed as the days went on. As scared as he had been that night, the annoyance of always being watched was getting to him.

They were on their way to lunch one day when Professor McGonagall had called him into her office. They waited outside for him and within minutes he came out fuming and annoyed.

“I almost got banned from Quidditch practice!”

Ron gasped, “No! Why?”

“Because it’s out in the field at night. Now Madam Hooch’ll be looking over the practices.” Harry kicked at a bench angrily. “Have they all forgotten I’ve faced Voldemort three times?”

“Two times, Harry.” Heather rolled her eyes. “And so what? You’re safer now, and that’s all that matters. Not Quidditch.”

They made it into the great hall and Heather went to sit down next to Draco. She had taken a few bites of her food when Professor Snape made his way down to her on his way out.

He stopped just behind her and spoke. “My office after lunch is over.”

She swallowed her bite and watched him exit, robes billowing behind him like waves of solid black.

“What’ve you done now, Potter?” Draco laughed.

“Nothing…” She frowned and wondered what he wanted.

After lunch she made her way down to the dungeons and knocked on his office door. They opened and she pushed them, poking her head in and seeing someone else was there too, sitting across from Professor Snape.

She stepped in and sat down on the other chair and turned to see who else was there. It was Cassius, smirking with his legs crossed. He glanced at her and back at Professor Snape.

“Some teachers fear it may be too dangerous to be letting you practice out in the dark with only your team members,” Professor Snape grinned and looked at Cassius.

Heather moved to the edge of the chair. “So you’ll ask Madam Hooch to oversee practices? Like Professor McGonagall is doing for Harry?”

“Typical, Potter, expecting others to change their schedules around just to suit your needs?” He motioned to Cassius. “Warrington will be taking your place this year.”

“No!” Heather turned to look at Cassius who had on a smug face.

“I will gladly take over, Professor. That is,” he turned to Heather, “Until Black is caught of course. I wouldn’t want to remove you of your fairly earned spot on the team.”

“It’s not my fault Professor Lupin wanted to talk to you!” Heather gripped the arms of her chair, trying to hold back her anger. “I DID earn my spot!”

“Calm your tantrum!” Professor Snape growled. “And I don’t believe ever mentioning it was Lupin who needed to have a word with him that day.”

Heather gulped and Cassius chuckled under his breath.

“Warrington. You may go. I have another matter to discuss with Potter.”

Cassius stood and looked down at her triumphantly before leaving Professor Snape’s office.

She crossed her arms and refused to look at him, leaning back in her seat. She stared at the edge of the desk as if she could make it combust instantly.

“Professor McGonagall thinks it wise to inform you about Sirius Black.” Professor Snape interlaced his fingers and placed them on the desk. “He – ”

She didn’t want to hear anymore. “Yes. I know. He’s after us – or Harry – because he defeated Voldemort.”

He leaned back, shocked, at the mention of Voldemort’s name. “I see… And are you aware of why he is regarded as incredibly dangerous?”

Heather nodded. “He killed lots of muggles and a wizard on the day of his capture. We heard everything about him already from Mr. Weasley.”

Professor Snape frowned. “Snooping, no doubt.”

Her face went red and she looked away again.

“Very well. Then that is all. Should I – or Warrington – see you on that field, you will serve detention for the rest of the year in the potions classrooms, cleaning the floors and cauldrons during every break. Do I make myself clear?”

She nodded. “May I leave now – Sir?”

Professor Snape nodded and she stood. Making her way out and trying very hard not to slam the door behind her. She stormed into her common room and found Draco writing an essay before his next class in one of the back desks.

She walked up to him, arms still crossed. “Professor Snape took me off the team. Warrington’s taken my place.”

Draco leaned back. “But Flint – ”

“It doesn’t matter. He says it’s for my ‘safety’ but Harry gets Madam Hooch to oversee practice. He’s just getting back at me because he thinks I had something to do with Professor Lupin talking to Warrington!”

Draco thought a moment. “So get that fool to tell Professor Snape that. We’ve been practicing our old and new plays with you; if Warrington’s put in then he’d have to catch up which would slow us all down.”

Heather scoffed, “Is that all you care about? Getting slowed down?”

Draco thought some more and nodded, “Yeah. Either way we’re winning the Quidditch cup again.”

She twisted her mouth and rolled her eyes at him, taking a seat on a cushion by the bright green fire. Surprisingly he had a good idea. Surely Professor Lupin would help her by explaining to Professor Snape that she had nothing to do with that. If he could help her, then she’d make him her favorite teacher again. She smiled and picked up her bag, thinking about when the best time to talk to Professor Lupin was. She’d talk to him in his office and he’d be as glad to help her as he had been last time.

She smiled and left her common room.

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bluesey-182 · 4 years

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We Have To Stop Meeting Like This: Chapter 7

Chapters one, two, three, four, five, and six. fic on ao3

Notes: once again i would like to mention that when i write about seizures i’m taking from my own experience which may be different from others. i also want to mention that, though i’ve been having seizures for years now, i have never been in the hospital for them, so if i got things wrong then i’m sorry. hopefully you enjoy the update :)

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Early morning sunlight was streaming through the window as the soft hush of morning slowly pulled Jude from sleep. Her legs--exposed beneath Cardan's t-shirt--were tangled up in the blankets, her face smushed against her pillow that also smelled of Cardan, and overall her thoughts were taken over by Cardan, Cardan, Cardan. With eyes still closed, she rolled over in her bed and reached for him, his warmth, the comfort of his arms--only to find empty sheets.

Sitting up in a panic her open eyes confirmed what her empty hands had found: he was gone. A quick lap through the apartment turned up empty of black haired, black eyed boys, and the truth settled in like a stone in her stomach. He had left. Last night meant nothing if he left. Last night was just a one-night stand if he left. Last night was nothing.

Jude would not cry. She wouldn't. This was stupid. Hadn't she been trying to convince herself last night that it was just sex? Nothing more? So why now, when Cardan was proving it, did it hurt so bad?

Back in her room, Jude collapsed onto her bed. She was sore--physically after last night and now emotionally as well. She didn't know what to do with herself as she tucked her knees up under her chin and stared at her wall. When her phone buzzed against the nightstand she reached for it absentmindedly. The text read: i had a test this morning and didn't want to wake you. see you later though????

Oh. Oh.

So he hadn't just left. Last night wasn't nothing then. Right?

Jude texted back: how did you go to school if i'm wearing your shirt

Cardan replied instantly. His test must be over already. i went in the nude ;). lol jk i just wore my hoodie, he said.

Jude found herself smiling like an idiot. when are you finished with school for the day?

Cardan: getting in my car now. Why?

Jude: come back over?

Her phone was silent for several minutes. Anxiety built in Jude's chest until she couldn't sit still anymore. She wandered around the apartment and went through the motions of her morning routine but still her phone didn't ring. She made herself some toast that she burned in her daze but still her phone didn't ring. She choked on a piece of her over cooked toast and still her phone didn't ring.

When a knock came at the door she figured it was Taryn coming home from last night. She was too tired and too happy to deal with the fight that was sure to come but reluctantly opened the door. Instead of Taryn, though, someone much taller stood in the doorway. Her gaze followed the body up, up, up, until it settled on the gorgeous face of a gorgeous boy with gorgeous eyes looking at her like they could devour her.

"Hi," she said lamely.

"Hi," Cardan teased back.

"I was waiting for you to text me."

"And I was driving to see a beautiful girl."

"Oh, well let me know when you get there."

"Behave."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll have to take my shirt back, which would be a shame considering you look better in it than I do."

“I suppose you want it back,” she said, looking down at the fabric consuming her.

“I was just about to tell you to keep it.” His eyes were burning when she looked into them. Had it not been for how gently he held her last night, the intensity of that look would make her stomach stir. As it was, she found herself wanting to curl back up in his arms again.

For the first time since she answered the door she became aware of the chill from outside. A thin dusting of snow covered the ground and, if the sky was any indicator, it looked like it would snow again before the day was over. Exposed as she was, she shivered.

Cardan, looking concerned, ran his palms along her arms in an attempt to bring some warmth back into her. “Here, let’s go inside,” he said, ushering her through the door and sliding it closed behind him. "You're not even wearing socks?! Girl, what's wrong with you?" But before Jude could answer Cardan had her swept up in his arms like she weighed nothing and he was carrying her to the couch where he set her down and pulled a blanket around her. Flopping down, he joined her, nearly laying on top of her, and curled around her so their bodies were pressed together. Jude was instantly warm in more ways than one.

"How did you sleep?" Cardan asked softly.

"Good. Really good. How about you?"

"Honestly?" He asked. "It took me awhile to fall asleep. You looked so beautiful and I couldn't stop looking at you."

"You were watching me sleep? You creep!" Jude teased as a smile and a blush consumed her face.

"Well, you were bound to find out eventually. Maybe someday you'll let me watch you shower too."

Yup, Jude was definitely warm.

"Only if you join me," she purred with a sultry tone.

"Damn. Now it's getting interesting." His voice shook ever so slightly in his response. She wanted him back where she had him last night. She wanted his bare skin against hers and his breath in her mouth and his hands all over and oh god she was in trouble. With her thoughts still spiraling into a very unwholesome place, Cardan kissed her once on the tip of her nose as his hand came up to tangle in her hair. He began tracing circles on her belly with the tips of his fingers that both tickled and excited Jude. She found herself curling her toes under the blanket he had thrown over her. "How are you feeling?" Cardan asked, concerned. Jude, on the other hand, was confused by this sudden turn in conversation.

"Fine?" She said, voice dragging the word up at the end without meaning to.

"I didn't… Did I…?" Cardan didn't seem to know how to ask whatever question he was wanting to. Jude only grew more confused. "Did I hurt you at all last night?"

What? Oh. Oh!

"You were a perfect gentleman," Jude giggled. Actually giggled. She didn’t giggle. What was wrong with her? At Jude's answer, though, Cardan visibly relaxed. "Which was surprising," she continued, "because I had you figured to be a freak in the sheets."

Cardan laughed, loud and surprised and unrestrained. “I can be, if you’d like.” His wicked smile turned her on more than she’d ever want to admit. Had it not been for the slight soreness between her legs lingering from last night, she’d tell him to prove it.

Another time, then.

“Your sister caught me leaving your room last night in my boxers.”

“Wait, Taryn’s home?!”

“Well I don’t know if she is now but she was last night when I went to use the bathroom.”

“Oh God.” Jude put her face into her hands and felt Cardan chuckle beside her.

“Still had a bit of a boner, too,” Cardan laughed.

“I hate you,” Jude said from the confines of her hands.

“No you don’t. I’m delightful.”

Jude rolled her eyes.

“Given what Taryn was saying at dinner last night she probably thinks we came here to hate-fuck your anger away.” Cardan continued to laugh. Jude wanted to punch him in the face.

“Stop talking, Cardan. Before I break your pretty little nose.”

“You think my nose is pretty?”

“Cardan!”

“Okay, okay, I surrender.” But he was still laughing. His laugh truly was a magical thing--like music or poetry or some kind of healing magic that puts one at ease. Jude thought that if she could swallow the sound like it was a pill then she’d forever be okay. His laugh, she thought, could probably save her.

Fuck the soreness from last night. Jude rolled over on top of Cardan to straddle him and his eyes instantly went dark as his hands gripped onto her hips. She leaned down and kissed him, deep and desperate and like a confession. Their lips slid together, kiss melting into kiss melting into a bite on the lower lip, and then he was carrying her back to her bedroom with her legs still wrapped around him. Jude could feel him against her thigh before he unceremoniously dropped her onto her back on her bed. He went back to kick the door closed before joining her on the bed. This time when she put him on his back, he stayed there.

By the time Cardan went home that night, Jude was exhausted and even more sore than she had been before. He kissed her goodbye on her forehead, made some teasing comment about the way she was walking funny, and then slipped out the door. A text from him alerted her when he got home and they texted back and forth until Jude finally drifted off to sleep--wishing he was next to her.

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The next several days went by in a blur. School continued to kill Jude with its workload, the weather continued to be shitty and full of snow storms, Jude and Taryn largely ignored each other. Jude hardly slept, and when she did, she had nightmares that woke her in a cold sweat. Nightmares that, upon waking, she immediately forgot.

On Friday she woke to the heat down too low and the weather outside too cold. Padding across the hardwood floors with her socked feet, she went into the family room and adjusted the heat. Breathing some warmth into her cupped hands, she went into the kitchen to find something for breakfast. She popped a few frozen waffles into the toaster (the breakfast of champions for that morning) and pulled her phone out of the pocket of her sweatshirt while she was waiting for the waffles to pop back up.There were two from Taryn that she promptly ignored, one from Vivi--a picture of her and Heather at a comic book store event the night before--and one from Cardan. Smiling to herself, she opened the message from him.

Everything went black.

Jude came to with her face pressed against the hardwood floor of the kitchen and a thick sticky substance coating her hair. She could hardly register where she was, hardly process the fact of the red of her blood on her hand after touching it to her head, could hardly get her vision to stop swimming. What happened?

Her tongue felt coated in slime, her nose was filled with a metallic scent. Where was she? Her phone lay near her and she reached for it. There was a number she was supposed to call but she couldn’t call it to mind. There was a conversation open on her text messages but she couldn’t make sense of the words. She clicked the phone icon in the corner and was met with a dial tone. Almost immediately a voice answered. Warm. Male. Familiar.

“Jude?” The voice said.

She could hardly speak, words were evading her. Finally she croaked out a single, desperate word. “Help.”

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There was a banging on the door, someone shouting her name. She could process she was on her kitchen floor but couldn’t get herself up. Her head hurt, her body ached. She was on her back now, staring at the ceiling. The banging on the door continued for another minute before the sound changed--someone was trying to break the door down. What was going on? Something was wrong, wrong, wrong. Jude began to sob just as the door finally gave way and a boy with black eyes rushed to her side. His hands were on her bloody hair, he was saying her name, she was crying. He was crying.

He pulled his phone from his back pocket and put it to his ear. He was speaking but the words didn’t make sense other than their desperate tone.

Minutes later, sirens were blaring outside.

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“Can you tell me your name?” A woman was asking as she shone a light into Jude’s eyes.

“Jude,” she whispered. She wanted to sleep. She wanted to go home. But wait, wasn’t she already home? What happened what happened what happened?

“Do you know where you are?” The paramedic furthered inquired.

Jude tried to look around her but her neck hurt, her head hurt, everything hurt. “Home.”

“Do you know who this boy is?” The paramedic asked, jerking a finger towards the boy that had found her on the floor. The boy she had called. He looked wild and afraid and like he would run to her side if it weren’t for the man restraining him by the doorway.

Cardan.

“What was that?” The woman asked. Jude must have mumbled. She repeated his name, clearer. Saw tears on his face as the paramedic continued to hold him back. She touched her hand to her head and was surprised when it came away sticky and red. Was she bleeding?

“We’re going to take you to the hospital, okay?” The woman said.

Jude made to respond when her throat closed, eyes rolled back, and she was dragged under again.

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Machines were beeping. The bedsheets of the hospital bed crinkled when Jude shifted. She could feel the scratch of gauze around her head as she shifted her head on the thin pillow. Beside the bed, a nurse watched her over the clipboard she had been writing in.

“Oh, you’re awake,” said the nurse. “Do you know where you are, sweetheart?”

“Hospital,” Jude croaked, not sure how she got there. She vaguely remembered being loaded into an ambulance after waking up on the floor. Vaguely remembered Cardan’s hands on her face, in her hair. One of the machines beeped faster as her heartbeat kicked up in a panic.

“Do you know what happened?” The nurse asked softly. The tag around her neck said her name was Ashlynn. More than anything, Jude wanted to say that yes, she did know what happened. She remembered every bit of it. But she didn’t--she couldn’t. So instead she answered truthfully.

“No,” she responded, tears welling in her eyes.

“You had a seizure,” the nurse told her gently, as if speaking to a spooked animal. “And hit your head. It’s a lucky thing your boyfriend found you.” Boyfriend? “You had another seizure after the paramedics showed up and they rushed you here. Your boyfriend is in the waiting room still. You can see him after the doctor checks you out.”

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By the time the doctor left the room, Jude was fully aware again. There was a fog over her memory of the last few hours but she was present and with herself again in a way that was a relief to feel again. By now she had put together that boyfriend meant Cardan and when they asked her again if she would like to see him, she almost said no. No, she didn’t want to see him. Didn’t want him to see her like this. But a strange flash of his panicked face came into her mind with the memory of him holding her, and instead she found herself agreeing to see him.

She raised her eyebrows at him as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Boyfriend, huh?"

He immediately looked defensive and mischievous at the same time, sitting in a chair beside her bed. "It felt weird to just call you my friend after I've been inside you and I didn't want to explain to the 9-1-1 operator that you're a girl I hit with my car and then slept with and you may or may not actually hate me, so I panicked and said I was your boyfriend."

Jude chuckled and shifted again in the bed in an attempt to get comfortable. More than anything, she wanted out of this damn hospital gown. Cardan’s eyes were haunted when she looked back to him. He took her hand in a way that suggested he didn’t know he was doing it, looked at the wall above her head, moved his eyes back to meet hers. He was clearly shaken. Badly.

“You scared the shit out of me,” he confessed barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry,” she returned in the same voice.

“No,” he said too loudly. He lowered his voice with an apologetic look in response to her wince. “No. Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about, okay?”

Jude nodded. This seemed to placate Cardan enough for his shoulders to relax. “Did they tell you if you have a concussion?” He asked, diverting the subject a bit as he touched his fingers lightly to the bandages on her head

“Mild one, yeah.”

“You hit your head on the counter.”

“I heard.”

“There was blood.”

Jude looked down at her hands and saw small crescents of dried blood under a few of her fingernails. “Oh,” she supplied lamely. Cardan’s eyes followed her line of sight to her fingernails and he took her hands in his again to cover up the evidence.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” Jude said in an attempt at humor. The joke clearly fell short in the tense room.

“Why didn’t you call 9-1-1? Why did you call me?” Cardan finally asked after a long beat of silence.

“I don’t remember calling,” Jude admitted. “I don’t really remember anything.” At this, Cardan gave a tight-lipped nod to her answer. His thumbs were rubbing pleasant circles along her palms.

“When can I go home?” She asked. Cardan met her eyes with his beautiful black ones and Jude found herself wanting to crawl out of bed to be in his arms.

“I’ll ask,” he said sadly.

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Walking in to her apartment took more bravery than she expected. Inside she was greeted by the pool of blood on the kitchen floor, the smear of blood on the counter, the bloodied prints on the floor from the hands that had touched her. She wanted to throw up. After closing the door, Cardan moved to block her view of the kitchen. Said her name once, twice, three times, before gently taking hold of her arms.

“Hey, look at me. Breathe. Breathe, Jude. It’s okay.”

She was hyperventilating. Shaking. Nothing felt okay. She closed her eyes and let herself fall forward into Cardan’s arms where he held her--fingers digging into her back--as he continued to utter soothing words to her. She felt him kiss the top of her head, knot his hand in the back of her hair, tuck her head beneath his chin. She was safe, he kept saying. She was safe. She was safe. She was safe. The more he said it the more she believed him until finally the panic attack ebbed away, leaving only soul deep exhaustion in its wake. As if sensing Jude running on complete empty now, Cardan scooped her up into his arms and carried her to her bedroom. Gently, so gently, he laid her down on her mattress and pulled the blankets up over her. He sat there for a moment, running his fingers through her hair, before he made to stand. Without thinking about it, Jude’s hand shot out to grip his wrist and he froze in place.

“Stay,” she begged. “Please stay with me tonight.”

Cardan kissed her forehead, tucked her hair behind her ear. “Your wish is my command, darling,” he whispered.

He curled up behind her and held her like she might drift away as she drifted off to sleep.

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k-popscenxrios · 5 years

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Didn’t Ask For This Pt 8 (Roommate!JK x OC)

A/N: I’m back! I was busy this weekend with work, and when I wasn’t busy, I was spending time with my husband. I finally have some time to get back to writing, so I thought I’d drop this post! Hope this part was worth the wait! *blasts Got7′s eclipse in my ears because <3*

Summary: “I didn’t know you hated me so much,” he spoke as he grabbed my wrist and once again turned me around to face him, “and quite honestly, I don’t think I’ve done anything horrible enough for you to hate me to the degree that you do.” “You say that like the hate isn’t mutual,” I remarked as he shook his head. There was a bitter smile on his face as he took a deep breath, “I think you are quite honestly one of the worst human beings I’ve had to come in contact with.”

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Yoongi eyed me very carefully when I started walking toward the back room. I glanced his way, only to look away out of embarrassment. I was terrified that he was going to read me like a book if I didn’t get my act together.

I opened the door to the back room as Yoongi walked in the room at the same time from the concession stand. I sent a smile his way as he slightly narrowed his eyes.

“Where’s your broom and dustpan?” he asked as my eyes widened. I completely forgot about them!

“U-Uh,” I spoke as I internally cringed. So much for not seeming suspicious… “I forgot them by the door to the dumpster because I had to take some trash out.”

Yoongi continued to eye me for a few seconds as I looked away and walked over to the computer to clock out. I felt his eyes stay on mine the entire time as I felt increasingly nervous.

“Have you clocked out already?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah,” He nodded before walking toward me, “So… What are you going to do when you get home?”

My face drained as I looked over at Yoongi, “Wh-what do you mean?” Was he onto me?

Yoongi just raised an eyebrow at me as I felt my embarrassment swallowing me whole, “With Taehyung? Are you going to tell him?”

“Tell him what?” He knew! How did he know?! Did he see us and just isn’t admitting it?

“About knowing about Soomin,” Yoongi spoke slowly as I looked away from him and sighed. I was being so incredibly obvious and it was killing me. My emotions were all over the place as I grabbed my bag, pulling my hair out of it’s ponytail so that I had somewhere to hide my embarrassment.

I almost completely forgot that even happened earlier…

“I-I’m not sure… Jungkook asked me not to tell because he wasn’t supposed to be the person to tell me, but I don’t know whether I’m going to listen to him or not.” I felt myself calming down as the two of us made our way out of the back room, “However, I don’t think it’d be smart to bring this up to Taehyung right now… he’s pretty mad at Jungkook, and this would just make everything worse.”

Yoongi stayed quiet for a couple seconds as I felt my nerves get the best of me. He glanced over at me before he took a deep breath, “So are you going to tell me?”

My eyes widened for a second before I could stop myself from looking so guilty. Just play dumb! “Tell you what?”

“What happened between you and Jungkook just now?”

My face heated up as I gripped one of the straps on my small backpack, “I haven’t seen Jungkook all day. Nothing happened.”

As if on cue, Jungkook walked out of one of the theaters that we were walking past as I stiffened. Jungkook was a much better actor than I could ever hope to be as he just smiled at the two of us and waved us off with a ‘bye’.

Yoongi waved back as I continued to look at Jungkook, feeling so pathetic as I moved further from him. I was only a little addicted to him right now, and it was definitely not because anything happened between us or anything…

“Okay, what the hell happened between you two?” Yoongi mumbled under his breath after we passed by Jungkook.

“I don’t know why you think something happened. I haven’t really seen him since he got here and we were initially fighting.” I spoke, feeling my confidence slowly coming back. I was relieved to not be in a constant state of embarrassment.

“Then explain why he had two brooms and dustpans.”

I opened my mouth to respond, only to curse under my breath. Yoongi seemed to catch my mumbling, because he stood closer to me and started getting even more pushy.

“So did you two make out?”

My eyes widened at Yoongi as I felt myself growing flustered again, “Wh-what’d you just say?”

“I said did you two make up?” Yoongi repeated with raised eyebrows as I closed my eyes in relief. My overactive brain was making me hear things… I couldn’t wait for this feeling to go away. I don’t know why I was such a bumbling idiot after Jungkook and I…

My face heated up once again as I thought back to what had happened just a few minutes ago… I wanted to believe that I was only this flustered because it was not just my second kiss, but my first time making out…

And it was also the first time that I’d ever felt that… aroused by someone. It was so embarrassing! I wanted to crawl up in a hole and die thinking back at what I had done and how desperate I seemed for him.

As if I wasn’t flustered enough, my brain decided to take this time to remind myself of what Taehyung had made me promise to him the other night…

“Ari?” Yoongi spoke as I jumped and started nodding.

“Oh! Uh- yeah. We talked it out and now we hate each other a little less,” I responded as Yoongi took a deep breath. I could tell that something was still bothering him about this situation, but he didn’t voice any of it, this I was grateful for.

“That’s good,” he nodded, and he seemed to be ending that conversation there, much to my delight. The rest of our walk to our cars was very silent, and I was relieved to say the least.

“Well,” I sighed and stopped walking when I got to my car, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow? You’re cleaning with me, right?”

Yoongi nodded and sent me a soft smile as he started backing away to his car. “Be prepared, because it’s us two and Jungkook.” He had a slightly teasing smile on his face as he said that, only for it to turn into a slightly worried look, “I should probably be saying that to myself, not you.”

“We’ll be okay,” I laughed as I moved closer to my car, “Bye Yoongi!”

He waved at me as I got into my car, “Bye.”

Taehyung and I spent the rest of the afternoon and a good portion of the evening watching sitcoms on Netflix, and we had decided to order pizza to eat during our marathon. It was nice spending time with him like this. I wasn’t used to being able to just hang around with him like we did before he went off to college.

I couldn’t help but think about the situation with Soomin every once in a while when I would look his way, but I wasn’t going to say anything to him. He obviously wasn’t ready for me to know yet, and I wasn’t ready to bring it up.

It made me wonder if this is what he was so worried about the other night when Jungkook made a big deal over my spaghetti not being to his standards.

“Jungkook should be home soon,” Taehyung mentioned as I looked at the clock. Wow, time flew by today. It felt like I just came home from work a couple minutes ago, “Is there anything you wanted to do before he comes in to ruin the mood?”

I slightly giggled and rolled my eyes, “Jungkook ruining the relaxed and fun mood? You know him so well.”

Taehyung smiled and leaned on my shoulder as I scrolled through the episodes of the show we’d been bingeing. I took a deep breath as my brain continued to think back on the thought that Jungkook was going to be here within the next 20 minutes… I could only hope that I could keep my cool in front of Taehyung when he gets here. I had no idea what to expect after everything that had happened. Was he going to pretend it never happened?

How would that make me feel if he did?

“I just wanna keep watching this if you’re fine with that,” I shrugged as Taehyung looked up at me. He slightly sat up before looking at his phone, only to look back up at the TV.

“He might come in at the end of the episode,” Taehyung spoke as I rolled my eyes.

“So? He can wait for us to finish the episode. He’s not a child.” I spoke. Taehyung gave me a look as I couldn’t resist laughing, “He’s not that much of a child.

“That’s more accurate,” Taehyung winked as I continued laughing softly.

I took a deep breath and slightly sat up as some nerves bubbled in my stomach, “Are you two okay now? I know that things were strained for a little bit…”

Taehyung nodded and sent me a genuine smile, “He and I talked a good bit the other day. He reassured me of things that I was irrationally afraid of happening.”

I felt my interest peak as Taehyung saw my question coming from a mile away. He began answering it before I even had the chance to ask.

“He mainly told me that I had nothing to worry about between the two of you.”

I felt myself begin choking on my own saliva at that comment, and I felt my eyes grow wide and my face flush red. Jungkook actually said that? He said that and then proceeded to pull his little stunt today?

...It made me wonder if he was planning on us hooking up and just never telling Taehyung. If that was the extent of what our relationship was to him, I think I would vomit from what we just did today.

“Well that’s good,” I spoke, hoping and praying that he didn’t notice my very slight change in pitch, “Do you wanna keep talking or can I start the episode?”

“Just start the episode,” Taehyung nodded before he leaned in and gave me a soft side hug, “I love you, Ari. I just want what’s best for you.”

“I love you, too,” I slightly hugged back, but I felt unsettled. I wonder how Taehyung would feel if he ever found out what Jungkook and I did…

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The moment that Jungkook walked in the door, my eyes met his tired ones. I didn’t know whether to smile at him when I saw him or not, but just the look in his eyes made me slightly nervous.

I turned over to look at Taehyung, only to notice that he had actually fallen asleep in just the past few minutes. When I thought about it, he was probably exhausted because he went in to work at 6 this morning.

“Hey,” I whispered as he glanced over at Taehyung. I started to get up very slowly to try and not wake Taehyung up. Jungkook just sighed and walked out of the room and into his. I furrowed my eyebrows and moved toward his room, feeling slightly anxious. These next few moments had a lot riding on their shoulders.

“Jungkook,” I called as I turned and glanced in his room. He had already thrown off his work shirt and was standing in the corner of his room looking through his piles of clothes for a shirt.

I tried to not stare at him but he made it so… hard. He looked very fit for someone that eats all the junk that he does, and his body was… really nice to look at.

Jungkook finally found another shirt to slip on as I felt myself sigh in relief. I was not going to be okay if Jungkook had decided to walk around without a shirt on.

“Jungkook,” I softly spoke as I leaned against the door frame. He spun around and looked at me for a couple seconds before looking away.

“Unless you wanna see me strip to my underwear in three seconds, I’d suggest you turn around while I change,” Jungkook spoke, his tone completely innocent.

I felt my face flush at his words as I almost turned into a stumbling mess, embarrassment written all over my face. I was just relieved that he didn’t say that a different way…

I spun around and allowed time for him to finish changing as I took a few deep breaths. The suspense was killing me, and he was so hard for me to read most of the time… I didn’t have the slightest clue on what he was feeling right now.

I heard the sound of little sprays of something, and I felt my nerves spike at what I realized it probably was. It didn’t take long to confirm my suspicions when I felt Jungkook’s arms snake around me from behind. He pulled me back into his room to get away from to doorway, but he left the door wide open.

“Hey,” he whispered into my hair as I took a deep breath. I leaned back into him as I smiled at his heavenly scent. How could anyone resist a man that smells like this?

“Hey,” I responded after recovering from Jungkook’s sudden attack on my senses. “So about today-”

I stopped talking when Jungkook spun me around to look me in the eyes. I lost my train of thought as my eyes locked onto his dark brown ones. We stood there in silence for several seconds just staring at each other.

“You didn’t tell Taehyung anything, right?” he asked as I remembered what Taehyung had told me not too long ago.

“Of course not. If I had, he wouldn’t have been able to sleep tonight,” I whispered, a little paranoid that he had woken up and neither of us knew since we were in a different room. “You, however, have some explaining to do.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow as I crossed my arms across my chest. His arms didn’t move from around my waist as I swallowed, clearing my throat to continue.

“You told him that there was nothing to worry about between the two of us,” I spoke as Jungkook’s gaze averted from mine, “Do you care explaining why you said that?”

“Well what was I going to say?” Jungkook spoke in a harsh whisper, “I was not about to tell him anything that he didn’t want to hear. Besides, Taehyung doesn’t have to know.”

“You don’t think that he wouldn’t notice that we’re different around each other?” I asked as Jungkook shook his head.

“Not if we bicker like usual,” he started running his hands up and down my sides as his eyes flicked down to my lips, “Now can we stop talking about your brother? It’s a real turn off…”

I felt my face heat up as I grabbed his hands and pulled them off of me, “Jungkook, we can’t do anything otherwise Taehyung would find out.” I meant what I said, but the embarrassment over what he said wouldn’t go away. I was not ready for that, and I’m scared that I’ll end up doing something I regret if I’m not careful.

“C’mon,” Jungkook moved his arms back around my waist, “Just a little bit…”

His lips pressed against mine as butterflies fluttered all in my stomach, my heartbeat increasing from both pleasure and fear. I leaned into him slightly as Jungkook tilted his head to the side, pressing his lips to mine with so much force that I almost had to bend backwards again.

I tried to pull away from him, but Jungkook caught my lips again and his teeth softly bit down on my bottom lip as I tried my hardest to resist him.

“J-Jungkook,” I spoke as he slightly groaned and pulled away, “What’s gotten into you, anyway? Why are you all of the sudden so… clingy?”

He looked away from me and swallowed, pulling away from me when we heard faint shuffling in the living room. I started to get really paranoid as I backed out of Jungkook’s room and walked down the hallway into the living room.

I slightly jumped when I saw Taehyung standing up and stretching with a yawn coming out of his mouth. He spotted me only seconds later as he sent me a lazy smile.

“I guess I fell asleep,” he chuckled as I nodded. I was hoping and praying that he didn’t see any kind of blush on my face, “I guess I should head to bed, huh?”

I nodded and just watched as Taehyung walked past me and into his room. He glanced in Jungkook’s room for a second before he glanced back over at me down the hallway.

“Goodnight guys,” he said before he slowly pulled his door closed. I continued to stand in the same spot for several seconds, making sure that Taehyung wasn’t going to walk right back out of his room.

Jungkook poked his head out of the room and his eyes met mine quickly. I stayed rooted to my spot as he slightly smiled.

“Are you just going to stand there like that?” he asked as I felt my face turn red. He moved into the hallway with me as I felt my nerves grow.

Jungkook moved his arms around me once more as I took a deep breath and swallowed. I put my hands on his and moved his hands from around me.

“For one, not in this hallway for sure,” I spoke in a low voice as Jungkook watched me intently, “and two, what is this? What is going on here?”

“Do you want to move to your room to talk about this?” he asked quietly as I just nodded and started making my way into my room. Once we both got in, Jungkook closed the door behind him and took a deep breath.

“I really like you, Ari,” he spoke in a soft voice as I turned around to face him, “I wasn’t originally going to tell you since Taehyung is my best friend and you’re his little sister… but I just…”

He moved closer to me as I felt shivers run down my spine, “It was driving me crazy every time you were serious when arguing with me. Most of the time it was over that stupid drama with your friend, and I couldn’t stand the fact that you hated me so much because of something that I found completely justified.”

I didn’t know what to say to that as Jungkook wrapped his arms around me for the nth time tonight, “God, do I love arguing with you, but fighting? Fighting with you was the worst.”

I swallowed and looked down in embarrassment, “Since when did you become so… cliche?” I asked as Jungkook laughed and placed a small kiss on my forehead. I had to say, clingy Jungkook was the best Jungkook…

“I’m a jerk, or as you like to call me, an ass,” he laughed into my hair as I laid my head on his shoulder, “But when it comes to relationships, I’m 100% devoted and faithful.”

“You?” I asked, ignoring the fact that he had pretty much confirmed that he wanted us to be in a relationship. “Mr. ‘I only sleep with girls that have no interest in dating’ is faithful and devoted?”

“When will you get it through your thick skull that I haven’t really been like that recently? The last time I slept around was the summer after my second year of college. It’s been a while.”

“A year,” I slightly pulled away for him, “One year isn’t as long as you’re making it sound.”

Jungkook sighed and rolled his eyes, “The point is, I don’t do that anymore. That life is not nearly as great as they make it seem in movies and books.”

“What kind of books are you reading?” I laughed as Jungkook slightly narrowed his eyes at me.

“Don’t pretend like you’ve never read Erotica,” Jungkook spoke in a soft, low voice that sent shivers down my spine. I was about to deny his claims when he cut me off, “you left your laptop open to a very… erotic story the other day. Pretty sure it was Fanfiction, too. Be glad that I’m the one to have found it and not Taehyung.”

My eyes widened as my all my blood ran up to my face. It was burning so hot that you could have cooked pancakes on them. I buried my head in his shoulder in embarrassment, and he just chuckled, squeezing my waist lightly.

“Teasing aside,” Jungkook took a deep breath and pulled my head up with his hand on my chin so that I looked at him, “While I would love to call it a day and claim you as my girlfriend, Taehyung is in the way of that…”

I took a deep breath and nodded, my nerves coming back at the thought of him finding out about any of this. I was terrified of what he would do to Jungkook, especially since Jungkook promised him multiple times that nothing will happen between us.

“Oh great,” Jungkook mumbled as he looked up at the ceiling, “What about Jung? Didn’t he ask you out on another date?”

I looked away from Jungkook at his question, silently cursing myself for lying about that. The truth was that Hoseok never actually texted me, and I feel like he just told Taehyung that he would text me just out of courtesy.

“Er,” I started as Jungkook raised a brow, “He, uh… He never actually texted me. I lied about that…”

Jungkook stayed silent for a few seconds, and I was surprised when a smirk appeared on his face. He leaned in closer to me so that his lips were right in front of mine, and I leaned my nose into his.

“Did you do that to make me jealous or what?” he growled as shivers ran down my spine. I moved my hands to rest on his chest as his eyes pierced into mine.

“You didn’t seem very effected last night when I said it,” I spoke in a soft and weak voice. Jungkook’s eyes were turning me into mush just looking at him, despite the intensity in them.

“Trust me,” he spoke against my lips as a shiver ran down my spine, “I just hide things well.”

He pressed his lips against mine in a surprisingly soft kiss as I gripped at his shirt much like earlier today, pulling him further into me. My heart fluttered at just how soft the kiss was, so when I felt him shoving me backward, I nearly lost my balance.

We crashed into the wall as Jungkook’s lips left mine to trail open mouth kisses down my neck. I felt him suck a little on my skin as I felt slight panic rise in my throat. I tried to say something to him about needing to be careful, but when I opened my mouth, all that came out was a small moan.

“Don’t worry,” he spoke into my neck, seemingly having read my mind, “I’m being careful.”

I moved my hands to his shoulders and lightly squeezed them as Jungkook began giving my collarbone some open mouth kisses. I shivered under his touch as my hands moved from his shoulders and landed in his hair once again.

“God, you smell amazing,” I sighed as Jungkook chuckled against my skin. He trailed the kisses back up as my eyes locked onto his once more. I could see his eyes darkening from desire, and that was all it took for me to get a little too nervous. I wasn’t ready for that, and I certainly wasn’t about to have Taehyung be in the next room when it happened…

“O-Okay, we should call it a night,” I spoke as Jungkook’s hand started trailing down my body. Jungkook just smiled at my sheepish voice, and he complied by moving his hand to hold mine.

“I just want to make this clear,” Jungkook softly spoke, pulling slightly away from me, “Do you want to me my girlfriend?”

I swallowed and moved my hand to hold his scarred cheek, “I do…”

“Then promise me that you won’t let Taehyung know. You can tell Chaeyoung and Yoongi as long as they understand that Taehyung is to stay in the dark,” he took a deep breath and held my hand that was holding his face.

“But then when will we tell Taehyung?” I asked under my breath as Jungkook slightly grimaced.

“Never?”

I felt my stomach painfully twist at his words as I searched his eyes, “What do you mean ‘never’?”

Jungkook seemed to slightly panic for saying something that obviously made me upset. He couldn’t seem to figure it out as he tried to make a recovery

“I mean, once the summer is over and we go back to our separate colleges, everything will be back to normal.” he spoke, but my expression didn’t change. Boys are… stupid.

“Got it,” I swallowed and pulled away from him. I opened my door and walked out of my own room, looking for a water that I could drink. I needed to calm down. I was not about to have a meltdown… I was going to have a reasonable conversation with Jungkook because we’ve been very reasonable with each other the past couple hours.

“Ari,” Jungkook called out as he grabbed my arm. I pulled my arm from his and grabbed a water bottle, chugging the whole thing fairly quickly. “Ari, what-”

“I’m sorry, there was a misunderstanding,” I shook my head and took a few deep breaths, “I’m not the kind of person who does flings. I don’t like getting in a relationship that I know will inevitably end.”

“Well what did you expect?” Jungkook’s voice got a little higher as I could sense him getting upset, “I have to go back to college when summer is over, you know.”

“I’m just not into the idea of this. Just because you haven’t had sex in the past week doesn’t mean that you can be literally the sweetest human being for a couple hours just so that I’ll agree to be your summer fuck-buddy.” I swallowed, trying not to raise my voice. It was just so… hard. He was so oblivious!

“You think I’m in it just because I haven’t had sex since I came home?” Jungkook narrowed his eyes and I nodded and crossed my arms across my chest.

“You’ve mentioned multiple times that you can’t bring girls back here because Taehyung and I also live here. How convenient for you that you now have feelings for me so that you wouldn’t have to bring any girl home, there would already be a girl at home waiting for you.”

I spun around and rushed off to my room, but Jungkook wasn’t done.

“You think this is all because of convenience?” he laughed in disbelief, “You know what? Maybe it was! Maybe I’m just blinded by my dick because I actually thought that you were tolerable for a little while. I obviously forgot what you were actually like.”

“God you’re such an asshole,” I glared. I didn’t even have any tears to shed because I was just beyond pissed. “Here I was thinking that your feelings went past a fling.”

“You thought wrong,” he glared back, “thank you for reminding me of how bitchy you are. I hope you enjoyed our last couple hours because that’s the most male contact you’re going to get for the rest of your life.”

I felt myself huffing as I glared at the man in front of me. Was this a nightmare, or was earlier just a dream? I felt my heart breaking as I clenched my fists as hard as I could manage. I felt my nails tear into my skin as I bit my lip and found the strength to turn around and walk back into my room.

“I hope you like your stay here for this last night,” I spoke as I turned around, “because I’m going to tell Taehyung everything that just happened. I hope you have a backup plan.”

A tear slipped out of my eye without warning, but Jungkook didn’t seem to notice.

“Y-You wouldn’t,” Jungkook’s angry exterior crumbled as I narrowed my eyes. “You won’t.”

“Try me,” I spat, “You’ve hurt me enough, and I’m not about to let you stay here and try and seduce me with your stupid cologne and your empty words. I’ve never felt so… used. You know what, Jungkook? You’re still the exact same person that you were in high school, except now you’re worse since you let girls get their hopes up of an actual future. When you sleep around, they at least know your intentions.”

Jungkook stayed quiet as I gripped the door to my room. He seemed to be trying to figure out what to say, but he was taking forever. I started to close to door, but I stopped short when he spoke up.

“If you try and tell Taehyung everything that just happened, I’ll just deny it all. We’ll see who we believes.”

“He’s pissed at you right now.”

“He knows how dramatic you are, plus I’ve sworn to him that I wouldn’t touch you. He won’t believe you.”

“Do you understand how disgusting that makes you sound?” I glared as I opened my door again, “You still tried to make advances on me, despite constantly telling Taehyung otherwise.”

“It’s because I must have lost my common sense after telling him I wouldn’t touch you. God, I nearly forgot how bitchy you are! I dodged a bullet there because the last thing I want is having some clingy girl being upset over me being gone at college.”

I bit down on my lips as I pursed them, and I quickly slammed the door closed. I ran over to my bed and sat on it in a fetal position. I felt my body burning in every place that he had touched me, and I felt… disgusting.

I shook as I let tears spill out of my eyes. I was getting sick of crying over Jungkook or some hurtful thing he said or did. I felt my heart being torn into pieces the more I thought about everything… All of that was just so that I would sleep with him?

I dug my nails into my legs and I squeezed them closed. I almost considered letting that man take my virginity…

I shivered and looked at the time. I might as well get used to the feeling that I’m going through, because there was no way that I was falling asleep tonight.

A/N: I’m sorry but JK is an idiot. Unfortunately due to his stupidity, everything can’t stay happy for too long. I hope you enjoyed! *Continues to blast Got7′s eclipse in my ears*

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BTS: Love Yourself in Hong Kong

23 and 24 March 2019 - I loved it and had many thoughts about it below the cut.

For the Saturday 23 March show, our seats were basically looking onto the podium at the end of the catwalk so they were great. But the venue is honestly so small that any seat would've been good - this was the 3rd of 4 shows in Hong Kong, and probably the smallest shows they played on the Love Yourself tour and the smallest they'll play in years (except for Muster, lol).

For the Sunday 24 March show, our seats were one section further away from the stage, but it was still a great view with a broader angle that gave me a better view of the staging and VCRs. Both nights, I had a better view than I did at the Sydney Wings show in 2016 - this was just a smaller, closer arena.

And I enjoyed both shows so much! The shows were almost 3 hours long each but they felt like they went by in a flash. And they played so many songs, but also there were SO many more I wish they could've played - their discography is really wild at this point, it's just PACKED with hits.

In many ways the live show is the ultimate piece of fan memorabilia - but it holds a kind of tension within itself too. On the one hand, it's a unique, irreplaceable experience that can't be duplicated or repeated. On the other, especially in kpop where we have so much access to fancams and concert footage, there's pressure for the experience to meet the expectations that we have, to live up to the hype of the previous shows.

(Those two things play off each other too. How else would we - or some of us, anyway - know to watch out for those micro deviations, those little moments when Jimin runs away from Namjoon in Anpanman, when Taehyung and Jin look like they're gonna make out in So What?)

But this idea of the experience as unique and non-replicable is not quite true or not quite as simple as that. We live in an age of digital media and - this is especially true in kpop - incredibly high quality fancams and photos. Sitting at a remove of many metres, and viewing only one side of the stage, there were definitely moments that I 'missed' and had to discover later through social media. And also there's a concert DVD and a concert movie which captures maybe not your show in particular, but the essentials of this tour.

One thing that can't truly be replicated - the atmosphere. It made me laugh, in a delighted way, when the crowd just screamed and sang along to every MV and BT21 CF shown before the show. I just love the comraderie of fandom, the build of excitement. Or how pretty it looked when all the Army bombs were lit up, or when we all took out our phones. It was a good feeling. (Though as @proteinscollide said some Korean-speakers in the row behind us pointed out - it was noticeable that the crowd was much quieter when it was the Korean rather than English! LOL.)

Some of the very brief ments early in the show were repeated the following night, but their ending ments were unique to each evening. A Cantonese translator from behind the scenes translated after each of them spoke, except when they spoke in English - this helped me a little, but my Cantonese is so poor and the crowd was so LOUD that again I had to check on twitter afterwards for full translations! A few of them tried to also say some phrases in Cantonese which was very endearing; out of them all, Hoseok had the best pronounciation (which I guess fits in well with his history of having pretty good Japanese and English pronounciation too).

ETA: oh and I loved Jin with the disco ball sunnies and the pirate mask for each of the end ments!!! He's so ridiculous....I love him....

Notably on the 23rd, it was the first time Namjoon referenced their upcoming Map of the Soul: Persona comeback. On the 24th, he mentioned again that comeback was coming and it felt like it was really soon - you're telling me LOL.

Okay brief notes on the setlist:

Idol - what a way to start the show with a bang. As far as live staging goes, it's so dynamite.

Save Me/I'm Fine - I always feel like Save Me is such a tease because it stops right before my favourite verse from Hoseok and Yoongi lol but I DO love I'm Fine!

Magic Shop - lots of walking around on stage rather than choreo, this is such a lovely song!

Junghope VCR - this VCR omg. I had seen blurry fancams of it before but can we just pause and reflect for a moment on how immensely shippy it is? THEY ARE IN LOVE! SO DOMESTIC! THE RED STRING OF FATE don't look at me.

Just Dance - wow, Hoseok just makes such amazing use of the stage. Even after having seen the LY concert movie and NUMEROUS fancams, it really is true that the full impact of this stage is best experienced live (this is a great thread). The way he uses the entire space, on the raised platform and then on the catwalk, how he interacts with the crowd - he's just DYNAMITE.

Euphoria - the aesthetic of this song is so Jungkook to me, the optimism and the brightness. Also I don't know how but on the first night I somehow did not notice the gold glitter in the air AT ALL? I guess I was too caught up in JK and the dancers!

I Need U/Run - I JUST LOVE THESE SO MUCH THANK U. I was rewatching the MVs today and I just… what a time, what an era. HYYH gave us so much.

Minjoon VCR - this just screams Lake House AU, doesn't it? Separated by time but not space… Speaking of AUs, it's fascinating to think about how this was originally Yoongi and Jimin (shown in the concert DVD behinds). So they originally paired up Serendipity and Seesaw? I think it makes more sense the way it is now. Would be super interesting to see the unshown VCRs though.

Serendipity - I looked for Jimin’s tattoo both nights! And did not see it, argh! Yet the fansite photos clearly show, it was there. Sometimes, you don't see it at all at the time. This is a great stage, Jimin is such a magnetic performer and it's a super impressive dance. Also, bubbles!

Love - the boldness of Namjoon to perform this completely solo, no dancers, no stage effects aside from lighting - I admire that so much. He has the charisma for it. (Also it is very great when Namjoon slips off his robe and Hobi helps him put on his jacket, in a neat reversal of what they did for Boy Meets Evil/BST at an awards show a couple of years ago, p.s. Namseok.)

DNA - The screams for this! Both during the show and before the show when the MV was showing - it really speaks to how many people became fans in the LY era, I think. I think I've come really full circle on DNA. I grew almost tired of it when it was at its peak, but now with a bit of time and distance, I can really enjoy it again. That choreo is still wonderful. (And it's hilarious seeing that Vhope moment in the beginning get more and more casual over the course of this tour. At both shows, they just held hands or just hugged.)

Medley - the first night was I think Boyz with Fun, Attack on Bangtan, Fire, Baepsae, Dope. Second night was Dope, Go Go, Blood Sweat and Tears, Boy in Luv, Fire. I enjoyed both immensely! Hobi did the splits for the Baepsae dance break! I will never be over BST! I LOVE!

Airplane Pt 2 - this is just such a superior song and superior choreo, it's SO GOOD, thank you.

Taehyung VCR - this is so stunning, I can't even. When it pulls back and he puts his hand on the glass… and it frosts over... At the end my friend leaned over and said 'house of psychics' and was she wrong? NO SHE WAS NOT.

Singularity - this stage was immensely beautiful and breathtaking and Taehyung is purely charisma. I found out after the show that he was kind of sick on the 23rd? I honestly could not tell.

Fake Love - I've seen this so many times but you know what, this choreo is still GREAT. And Bangtan in all black, all emo is such a look.

Yoonjin VCR - this was the most straight forward of the VCRs. Again, fascinating to think it was originally Namjoon and Seokjin, Love and Epiphany.

Seesaw - the staging for this is so fun, Yoongi doing his dances and sliding off the bench and running back up again - he's so good at this!

Epiphany - oh good crying time. I did actually get a tear in my eye when this played the first night. It's just a song that means a lot to me… MUSIC, EMOTIONS! A POTENT COMBINATION! And Jin is very handsome.

The Truth Untold - vocal line all in a row like four flowers, they're just so good! The way this stage used the raised platform and the four screens was also really effective. It's such a lovely song.

Tear - I've seen so many fancams for this and the concert movie but I was still? blown?? away????? Rapline are just absolutely monsters of charisma and stage presence, and the way they deliver this with complete commitment - I was slain right there. Hoseok's ending verse, FUCK.

Mic Drop - NO ONE DOES IT LIKE BTS thank u

This was the 'end' of the show but of course we all knew there would be more. Strangely, or perhaps this is cultural, this led to a subdued interlude. There were definitely attempts to get fanchants going - sometimes successful, sometimes not, I laughed a little at some of the awkward pauses - and especially on the 23rd, there was a touching crowd singalong to Spring Day. But overall it was more subdued than I expected given how loudly the crowd did scream when BTS were on stage.

So What - SUCH A CLUB ANTHEM, it was so delightful seeing them all having so much fun! I had fun too! Fun for everyone!

Anpanman - the cutest fucking choreo, and the cutest fucking group, that is all.

Answer: Love Myself - all the ending feels… emotionally wrung out… a little exhausted… but just seeing how happy they looked and how happy I felt - I love concert.

#bts #love yourself tour #hong kong #190323 #190324 #kpop #actually using tumblr as a blog how strange

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bts-smut-presents · 6 years

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A Bad Boy’s Love (Chapter 2)

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REQUEST - Plot: JK has twin brother (the sweet & nice guy while JK is the rebel, independent and creative one) Y/N dated his brother but unfortunately the brother passed away. JK grew a hard crush on her and wants her to see him and move on from her past/the late brother.

Word Count - 2281

(Warning - This Chapter contains violence so if your sensitive to the subject then please don’t read. And there is a little Taehyung x Jimin ;) Also sexual themes are implied )

A/N - I know y’all are wondering where the Smut is and all I’m going to say is the next chapter is almost finished and I hope your not faint hearted ;) Also DONT forget that request are open.

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Here’s the other parts :

A Bad Boy’s Love (Prolouge)

A Bad Boy’s Love (Chapter 1 Part 1)

A Bad Boy’s Love (Chapter 1 Part 2)

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“If it’s not because of her ass and it’s not because of her chest then why do you ‘love her’ so much?” Taehyung continued to spin around in Jimin’s desk chair.

Jungkook turned to his friend with a death glare in his eyes. He loved Taehyung and all but now wasn’t the time for jokes.

“The same reason you’re in love with that Jimin guy.” Agitation rolling off his words.

“I don’t love Jimin. We’re just friends with benefits.” He got up out the chair and layed next to Jungkook on the bed.

“You really shouldn’t toy with him Taehyung. He might be what you need.” Jungkook turned to face Taehyung.

“This little talk is supposed to be about your relations not mine.”

“I know that but he’s a caring person also not to mention he’s cute and totally your type. I know you like him so why don’t you just be with him?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that.” Taehyung brought his knees up to his chest. Jungkook looked at his friend. His stare intensified as the silence grew.

“Well talk to me Taehyung.”

“His parents are homophobic.” His voice was low and shaky.

Jungkook pulled his best friend into his chest. He hated that he had to go through this again even though he shouldn’t have to for Gods sake it’s the 2000’s not the 50’s. Taehyung exhaled into Jungkook’s chest. It was hard enough for him to come out to Jungkook in fear that he’d lose the only person that cared for him.

Taehyung’s parents were never really there. His dad was an abusive business man and his mom was often out overseas debuting her cosmetic products. Jungkook rubbed his back and hugged him tighter. He knew how he felt. His parents too obsessed with the finer things in life to attend to their youngest child. Right before Jungkook was about to cry with him the door creaked open.

“Dinner’s ready.” Jimin whispered as he peeked his head through the door.

“We’ll be right there.” Jungkook rocked Taehyung back and forth as if he were a baby.

“Are you ok now.?” Taehyung nodded as he pulled away from Jungkook’s chest. He then got up and dried his eyes.

“I’m fine. Just thanks Kookie. Thanks for being here.” He gave him a hug and they both proceeded to the kitchen.

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“Are you sure you can’t stay Kookie?” Jimin questioned as he wrapped his arm around Taehyung’s waist.

“I really want to but I have to go make things right. Thanks Jimin dinner was delicious. Who taught you how to cook like that?”

Jimin bounced with delight. “My Jin Hyung taught me everything I know. I’m glad you liked it.” Jungkook chuckled and turned to Taehyung.

“Ok be careful Jungkook.” Taehyung fist bumped Jungkook and shut the door after he stepped out.

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One knock. Two knocks. Three Knocks. Four. Jungkook was tired of knocking at the god damn door. After about seven more knocks he gave up and sat beside the door. He closed his eyes and began to dose off thinking about all the wrong he’s done over the years. Like that time he got drunk and ran around streaking the neighborhood and you had to come get him from the police station. And that time him and Taehyung decided it would be fun to vandalize an abandoned hospital and you had to be there get away driver.

Something about your loving nature and caring made him someone completely different. He was almost in his tormenting wonderland but was rushed back to reality when the outdoor lights hit his face. He looked up only to find you towering over him.

“Y/N-ah. You’re awake?” Jungkook stood up.

“Of course I am. I’ve been at the hospital since earlier.” You leaned against the door frame.

“Hospital? Why?”

“I thought that would be pretty self explanatory. You sort of broke Junghoon’s nose and fractured his shoulder.” You looked away from Jungkook not wanting to believe that he caused all that damage.

“Look, I’m sorry that I lost my temper ok? I didn’t mean to over react. It’s just that Taehyung is more than a friend to me and I couldn’t stand to hear all those awful things Hoon was saying. I’m sorry if I made you feel bad in any way ” He grabbed our hand and looked at you with sympathy in his eyes. You pulled him inside and shut the door.

“Kookie I was never really mad at you. I mean yes you did go overboard and Hoon was in the wrong but you still shouldn’t take your frustrations out like that. When you get mad don’t go around punching people. Come talk to me.”

“I know and like I said before I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

“Kookie I’ve already forgiven you.” You giggled and wrapped your hands around him. He smiled and hugged you back.

“But you have to apologize to Hoon first thing in the morning ” You looked up at him.

“Anything you say.” He brushed your hair out of your eyes. You smiled.

“Ok so for now what do you want to do?”

“Movie?” He let go of you and looked at your humongous arrangement of movies and TV collections.

“Ooooo Kookie lets watch this.” You held up a movie you had recently rented from redbox. He grabbed the movie from your hands and began to read the title.

“Fantasy Lover.” He spoke with his eyebrow cocked in surprise.

“Yeah.” You giggled and grabbed his hand. “Come on Kookie you’ll like it I promise.” You put the movie on and set off to the couch and sat next to Kookie.

“Are you cold?” You threw the couch coverlet over him and snuggled up into his side. He let his arm slide down the side of your frame so it could rest on your hip. You pressed play on the movie.

The opening scene showed a woman staring into a mirror lingerie covering her body and a man pressing himself against her. His hand massaging her womanhood and his mouth sipped hickies onto her collar bone. You didn’t really care for the movie having already watched it and finding it entertaining yet a little too much on the sexual side. You fell asleep in the tenderness of Kookie’s side.

While you were snug Kookie was struggling to keep his manhood in control. As the scenes grew hotter and more intense so did his problem. He wiggled slightly in his seat trying his best not to wake you from your snug slumber. The movie also seemed to have an erotic take on his thoughts and having his dream girl laying against him wasn’t helping. Impure thoughts about you and him clouded his mind as his gaze shifted from the TV and onto your sleeping body.

God the things he wanted to do to you. If only you knew how he wished to strip you of your clothes and mark you as his. If only you knew how he wanted to throw you on the bed and show you who you belonged to. If only you knew how he longed for your mouth to engulf him and your wetness immerse him. If only you knew. The boy shook his head at the thoughts. After all you were sleep.

His erection subsided as the movie came to its second scene. Which, showed a woman shooting up from her bed leading Jungkook to believe that all the current events in the movie were just a part of the woman’s provocative dream. Jungkook chuckled and turned off the TV. Thinking about how he could relate to the woman on so many different levels. After, his little comparison he picked you up and carried you to your room. He then went to the guest room where he was free to be left alone with his thoughts and consciousness.

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Weeks pasted and You, Jungkook’s, And Hoon’s relationship was better than it had ever been. You managed to get the boys to hang out and come to the understanding that they are brothers and that at the end of the day they only have each other (and you of-course). Jungkook And Hoon went out more than usual. Jungkook didn’t mind though it was nice actually being able to talk with his brother rather than fight and bicker.

Jungkook almost forgot how outgoing a person Hoon actually was. Jungkook even started to stay over later on school nights just to get help from you and Hoon. He used to hate when Hoon was at home with you but now he can’t stop asking where Hoon is. This made you happy but you couldn’t help but feel a little envious.

You were so use to Jungkook looking forward to hanging out with you hearing Hoons name come out of his mouth was almost a surprise in all honesty but that didn’t matter because you had no feelings for Jungkook what so ever. (At least that’s what you thought)

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“Y/N-ah. I’m going to get coffee with Hoon do you want anything back?” He yelled as he got ready to leave out the front door.

“No I’m fine Kookie. You be safe and remind Hoon to pay the light bill before we have to walk around with oil lamps and candles.” You giggled.

“Ok Y/N. See you later!” He shut the door after he put another exclamation point on his sentence.

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It wasn’t long before he reached the coffee shop. He sat on a bench outside the shop. Not wanting to go in until he made sure Hoon arrived.

Jungkook sat there for about twenty minutes and Hoon still hadn’t arrive. Jungkook didn’t want to disturb Hoon at his place of work but curiosity got the best of him and he set off on his walk to the business building where Hoon worked.

When he finally reached Main Street he noticed that there were police cars and ambulances lined up down the street. There an eighteen wheeler had rammed the front of a car. No matter how close he got the car was wrecked so bad that he couldn’t tell if it was a car or just a pile of mashed up rubble.

He brushed past some of the strangers standing on the side walk to look closer. Finally, when he reached the yellow caution tape his heart sunk into the abyss of his stomach. Blood covered the drivers side of the car and the firefighters struggled to get the driver out of the car.

He let his concern get the best of him and crossed the yellow tape. The shouts of the police officers were tuned out by him. Alas, when he reached the body that layed on the ground he dropped to his knees. His hands trembled and his lips quivered. He let his hands graze over the face of his brother who layed cold on the ground. Blood running down from his forehead, his hands cut, and his mouth full of red.

“H-Hoon?” Jungkook’s voice was soft and fragile. The only thing Hoon could do was cough and give a faint half smile.

“You’re gonna be ok. Alright? We’re gonna take you to the hospital and they’re gonna patch you up. Ok? Ok?” Hoon built all his strength and pulled Jungkook closer. “Please keep yourself safe and out of trouble for me. I love you Kookie and please don’t ever forget that. Tell Y/-.” That’s all he managed to get out before blood filled his lungs.

“Hoon?! Hoon?!” Jungkook looked up to only see people who were merely staring.

“Paramedic! Somebody get the god damn paramedic!” He shouted as tears rolled down his cheeks. “You’re gonna be ok. You’re gonna be ok.” He squeezed Hoons hand as the paramedics loaded him up into the ambulance. Although, that’s what Jungkook hoped that’s not what happened.

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It’s 12:45 p.m and Jungkook is just now making it to your home. Hoon was pronounced dead at 1:46 that afternoon and Jungkook has spent his time at the hospital wondering how he would tell you your boyfriend of one and a half years was no longer on this earth. He was still in his blood stained clothes. That being the least of his concerns. I know what you’re asking if that wasn’t his biggest concern then what was? Well his biggest concern at the moment was comforting you.

Making sure you didn’t take anything out on yourself. Five minutes had passed and Jungkook couldn’t bring his self to knock on the door but after summoning the courage and the strength he finally brought his self to do so. “It’s unlocked.” You said as you set down your hot chocolate.

“Y-Y/N.” You turned to look at Jungkook the shakiness in his voice alarming you. And when your eyes met his body you stood up with a quickness.

“J-jungkook. Why? Why are your clothes-.” He gestured for you to sit down. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest preparing for your reaction. After, he calmed his self down he took a deep breath.

“J-Junghoon’s dead.” Your whole body went cold and severely numb. You pulled away from Jungkook and looked at him as if he were a psycho.

“Kookie please tell me you’re joking.” You stood up and walked into the middle of the floor. He stood up and walked towards you.

“I wish I was but no. H-he’s gone.” Tears stream down your faces and your knees begin to give out. You’re shaking and Kookie manages to catch you before your body can hit the cement floor.

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.’*~ ALONE REUNION ~*’.

chapter 3 ~ Room Of Confusions

Summary : Series written by me, it shows up that the reader (me) was being very introvert and a male hater too (aka insecure around them) ..but sometimes things change when you start recognizing the truth and enjoying it happily ! no matter what !

Characters : BTS members, TWICE members (except the maknae line), and y/n

Genre : fluff, angst and slight comedy.

Chapter : 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , . . .

ps : sorry, this chapter is a little long but a little thrilling to me when I was writing it, I J-hope you enjoy it as much as I’m gonna enjoy two days off !

Word Count : 3.3k words

It’s Wednesday..god I love Wednesdays, english classes, being closer to weekends, but they were always full of heavy homeworks, biology, maths and physics, wow, it looks like the word ‘rest’ will never be in my dictionary, never again, just like every semester, the sun was rising softly on our faces, it was like the golden hour moment, we were in our simple light autumn outfits, they were didn’t seem chic or anything more luxurious, they were comfy and neutral, resembling our moods, like sweatpants, baggy jeans, oversized sweaters and shirts, we went to school in our ‘not ready’ look, directing to our class, we were late as hell, looking for the keys, thinking because it was Jeongyeon too, I didn’t get mad at her, she was just playing with us, trying to get our exhausted moods, and I loved her that way, especially when Sana laughed at her actions while Nayeon scolded her, Momo enjoying the show, Jihyo smiling, Mina judging them along the way...good moments, I love my girls, they’re like a precious family to me, always next to each others’ sides, doors were open to the rushing teens, the class was close to be steady as the boys were preparing their stuff and started discussion, the girls sat too and did the same, but there was something strange, ..the class has changed a bit, as the boys in my class were not the same mean boys like yesterday, them who were very bossy and rude every year, no, they were new seven boys who joined this school this year, including the captain of the dance team club, Hoseok, who we met yesterday, was sitting on the desk to my left, Kitty in front of me, good looking boy on my right, and a silent one behind me, I didn’t want get involved in any situations around them, I was so shy that my eyes were stamped on my notebook.and I always knew that if I even get in any of them, I will always get ignored...

‘’Good morning !’’ Hoseok who was in a yellow delightful hoodie and grey sweatpants, greeted as if the words were to me, and they were actually meaning me, I froze at how I would answer him, ‘’Good morning, captain !’’ I replied quickly as if it could be heard only once, he let a wide smile draw itself on his face, opening his hand to me, ‘’So, are you new here to this school ?’’ he asked with a soft smile, ‘’No, I’ve been here in this school since last year ’’ I answered normally giving him a handshake, he made a wow look on his face, before a smart looking guy who was carrying two notebooks and a full book, came to Hoseok, ‘’Sorry for this but,.. can I have my pen again ?’’ the guy asked Hoseok, ‘’I told you it’s not me, it’s the little boy !’’ Hoseok whined, the guy furrowed his eyebrows before I turned my face around to look for Jihyo, when she realized me, she waved at me, I waved at her slowly, she was right on the desk next to the boy behind me, I didn’t want to pay attention to their conversation but Hoseok started to introduce ouselves, ‘’Oh, uhm,.. y/n this is Namjoon, the homework leader !’’ Hoseok hyped, ‘’Homework lea-..oh hello, y/n !’’ Namjoon greeted with a smile that made his little dimples appear on his happy face, ‘’Hello !’’ I greeted back before the english teacher came into the class, where he wrote the date, the title of the unit on the white board, opening his teachers book, starting to say his word, ‘’Teacher ?’’ a quiet question was heard from someone, ‘’Yes, student ?’’ , ‘’I just wanted to pass this pen to a friend of mine’’ he continued, I could see Namjoon face palming himself from the corner of my eyes, the teacher looked at him, Hoseok tried to make the ‘I told you’ look through his face to Namjoon, the small boy on my left let out a long giggle at the situation, pretty sure for me to know that the girls didn’t have any idea of what was going on, ‘’Please, quick !’’ the teacher speaked out from the awkwardness, I got startled by the boy’s sprint around the desks, I could feel Kitty being impressed by his hot look or the way he walked back to his desk, or his jawline or his expression, I didn’t know what caused her finding herself fanning over him, I saw his badge on his jean jacket where there was red ‘JK’ printed on it, this Jacket made him look so hot in Kitty’s eyes, I think she got her 5th crush here, because a lot of her ex(s) were forgotten by the heart for ridiculous reasons, but will this one work out and make it a big win ? will he really win her heart ? will she give up on it or get over it ?

Less than an hour and a half and the class has finished real quick, because all of my focus was on the board, notebook, the vocabulary and grammar, rushing to the lockers to arrange my stuff, so my study schedule wouldn’t be a mess, but the opposite is always expected, it always gets messy inadvertently, ‘’Y/N !’’ a loud scream came from the class, right when I was next to my locker, leaving me with same startled expression on my face, her voice will never leave me calm without a distraction, ‘’Yes, surprise me with your news ..!’’ I mumbled pretending to be excited for what was going to be said, ‘’COME ON, FOLLOW MY LEAD !’’ she said capturing my wrist really tight, which was holding the small eraser that can be dropped easily, as if she wanted to take me somewhere, ‘’I know, you want to show me your new crush ?’’ I assumed, ‘’NO ! that’s not it, it’s something more INTERESTING !!’’ she continued quickly, keeping her grip tighter on my wrist, i had nothing to do but to follow her instead, ‘’Ok, but please hurry up, I’ve a lot of stuff to arrange ! ‘’, ‘’okay, now come on !’’ she said excitedly informing me to run after her, we got to the ‘adventures room’ they always called it that way, where, trips, journeys, campings and competitions are held, ‘’They are gonna choose the leader !’’ Kitty squeaked again, ‘’Oh no ..’’ I sighed rolling my eyes, before I realized that the class dudes were there, the girls were there too, I hurried to them after rubbing my wrist, it was red marked by kitty’s fingers, Jeongyeon and Jihyo were gossiping about something but I wasn’t sure of it, they both smiled when they saw me before we hugged, a loud voice came a microphone which was held on the stage, ‘’Boys and girls out there ! Attention please ..’’ a young woman on the microphone speaked, ‘’Today, we are going to hold a school camping in the woods...oh, you all have to vote for your desired leader you always trusted, once you have voted for the right leader, the leader will choose 14 people to the camp, ...7 girls and 7 boys, and the big reward ....’’ she continued standing on the wooden stage, carrying little-squared papers and a voting box is next to her on a table, ‘’Jihyo ! Jihyo !’’ Momo came in after quick steps, ‘’Yes, Momori ..?’’ Jihyo said with her quiet voice, ‘’Can I be one of the dance club team, please ??’’ Momo pleaded with her fingers intertwined under her soft chin, ‘’Of course, you can, Momori, but you need to ask for the captain first !’’ Jihyo accepted Momo’s request, nodding after tapping her finger on her chin, all I wanted to do was to help, I knew where the boys were, ‘’I think the captain is there, the one who is standing with the science teacher !’’ I suggested trying to point to the corner of the room then hiding it real quick, I realized that Momo and Jihyo noticed me before they turned their face around to look for him, ‘’Thanks, y/n ! you know you are important !’’ Momo thanked me with a hype before waving at me and walking towards Hoseok and the science teacher, I didn’t know it was this easy to help, I was just too shy to interfere into stuff, Jihyo then looked at me with a wide smile, ‘’What ?’’ I asked with a confused expression which was curved into a smile, ‘’ you are very helpful, that’s really thoughtful of you !’’ Jihyo smiled putting her hand on my shoulder and patting it, my heart fluttered more, it was racing really fast and beating hard at her words, she wrapped her arms around me when she saw me blushing, ‘’Jihyo, why are we here again ?’’ Sana asked with a sigh, scratching the top of her head with her pinky finger, ‘’I can tell you know why‘’ Jeongyeon said crossing her arms, ‘’Wait... oh it’s because of Kitty, right ?’’ Sana mumbled forming an upset look, ‘’Did she bring all of you here too ??’’ I asked complaining, ‘’Yeah, but Mina didn’t want to, because she hated Kitty so much that it freaked her out !’’ Nayeon chuckled, i never knew that Kitty would be so annoying that she would bring me to something useless like this, and bring the girls by force into this thing, we all hated it ....

‘’There you will have tents, sleeping bags, gas lamps or ordinary ones, marshmallows and other stuff you know, since you love the s’mores, they said,....by the way I will give each of you one little paper, you will have to write the name of the leader you vote for on this paper, anyone you want, but this leader must be very responsible for everything in this camp, with generous ethics, ..the one with the most votes will be the leader ..’’ the young woman finished her talk, she got out from the stage and gave each of us a paper and a small pencil, ‘’When you all finish, put all the papers into this wooden box right here, and then I’ll see the name with most votes !’’ I didn’t want to vote or get into this, I didn’t even feel like it anymore, my friends didn’t either, but it was Kitty, she is like this annoying alarm that convinced us that it was a crucial thing, ‘’Okay, y/n you need to tell your friends to write my name on their papers, please, I have really wanted this chance for ages !?’’ Kitty pleaded holding my ams with her sweaty palms, wide eyes staring into my soul, ‘’Okay, but please get mad at me if you lost this!’’ I requested, she nodded quickly, before I went to my friends crowd, I could hear nothing else but these quotes were running in my head, .. ‘’Write that boy’s name since mid-school’’ , ‘’Write that girl’s name over there’’ , everyone knew it was useless, so they didn’t care about it, or about who was going to be the leader, so they wrote random names of people they know or they don’t even see, I was distracted by everyone’s quotes, which made me try to sneak to see what they wrote for real, but I decided not to do that, it was going to be a stupid game for them, or maybe not, I got to my girls, to inform them that Kitty wants her name to be written on all of our papers, they felt the same way I felt towards her, the girls wanted to write Jihyo’s name on them, but Jihyo refused herself, despite her being a very good leader among of us, she didn’t want to lose it all in just a school camping, it was useless, like a shoestring budget so we had nothing but to write the ‘kitty’ word on all of our papers, leaving the chance to her for a reason, after a while, I heard that the new boys were writing Namjoon’s name on their papers, but he face palmed too, leaving no careful reaction for it, I guess it was just a ridiculous school camping, they were right, ‘’y/n ..?’’ Momo whispered to me , ‘’Yes ?’’, ‘’Let’s all write for Jihyo !’’ , ‘’Okayy..’’ I said leaning in to see what on my girls’ papers, I saw the name ‘Jihyo’ , they all informed me to walk with them to the voting box to put our papers, we put them quickly and came back to our spot in the wide room, Kitty shifted back at us, ‘’y/n, what if I lost ?’’ she asked worriedly, ‘’Don’t worry, you won’t ...lose !’’ Jeogyeon suddenly said after a millisecond from kitty’s question, ‘’Well, ..what if I won ??’’ she smirked, I sighed, saw my girls rolling their eyes to the box and the young woman, although we did care about nothing but it was her who made us in a random mess of worry..

The mess started to get worse since I heard the naughty boys that I always knew, were whispering my name to their mean girlfriends, and the worst is that they laughing with devilish expressions and switching papers to each other, hurrying their writing and putting their papers in the box like a flash, ‘’Jihyo ?’’ I mumbled under my breath, ‘’Yes, babe ?’’ , ‘’Why are they ..whispering my name ?’’ , ‘’Your name ?’’ she said with a confused look in her eyes, she turned her face to see if it was true, ‘’I don’t hear anything, you know it’s little noisy here .’’ she said with furrowed eyebrows, I sighed at her answer, trying to stay still, but I felt more worried, since it was these young bullies who made fun of me and my personality, I’ve always hated them, with the fact that I have never done something wrong to them, nothing was clear but I saw one of those mean girls coming closer to the boy who was sitting next to me in the class and the JK guy, trying to tell them a spicy secret, ‘’Hey there !’’ the strange girl purred to them, they both noticed her but they were trying to ignore her, ‘’Oh, hello there...friend .’’ JK greeted trying not to be her flirting target, but the small boy didn’t hesitate instead, he gave her a hello in his words, trying to get her little attention, ‘’You are new dudes here, right?’’ she asked smirking, the two boys looked at each other from their eye sides, they both thought it was kind of a fading start to some trap, they smelled something fishy in her tone of voice since she came to them, they felt suspicious, not sure, could they tell her that they are new to this school, but who knows, maybe it was for something else, ‘’Actually yeah, ...this is our first year here, what about you ?’’ JK said his words with hurry before he inhaled hard, ‘’Aw, I’m not new here, I just need your help !’’, she whispered putting her hand next her mouth hiding her talking from others, they got more confused, their furrowed eyebrows turned into a shrug on their shoulders, ‘’Su- ..sure, ..how can we help you ?’’ the other boy stuttered looking back at his boys, ‘’You and your boys should vote for this girl over there, her name is y/n, she is a very responsible leader, she never won any competition, but she wishes if she could have this chance, and her chance is today..’’ she giggled before she spoke pointing to the other corner, where this was my spot, I realized her pointing at me, but I had no idea why was she doing so, maybe she is babbling about me like the other bullies, maybe she is trying to make them bullies too, I wasn’t sure about it, but it was so suspicious to me, just like reading an old book, with words being crossed, ‘’Well, if she wishes if she could have this chance ..today..then why isn’t she hyped about it ?’’ JK asked with his head tiliting, ‘’Because she gets depressed easily about everything !’’ she came at her words all of the sudden, starting to get more nervous, ‘’Ok, don’t worry, we are gonna make this moment the best for her !’’ the cute short boy decided after he licked his lip while looking at me far away, which made the girl return to her flirty side, she thanked them by blowing a kiss on her hand to them, I felt as if they were not impressed by her flirting and her way of grabbing such attention, if only I could know what she told them....

We all gathered on our plastic chairs in the room, looking up at the wooden stage, waiting for the woman’s answer in the voting polls, sitting next to Jihyo was getting me relaxed, but next to Kitty was something getting me crazy, maybe all of us crazy, watching the woman organizing the papers from each other according to the names voted, to the side on a small table, let’s say that I was distracted at this point, the seven boys were staring at me with short kind glances, then looking back at the stage, ‘’And ...the one with the most votes is ...’’ I could feel Kitty shivering, and none of the girls cared but judged her instead, ‘’The one with the most votes is y/n !‘’ she said with a normal voice when she pronounced my name, I was shocked, I couldn’t believe it, I was asking myself repeatedly ‘was that my name or were my ears broken or what?’, how was this even possible,I felt a shock spreading down to my spine, I didn’t expect it to be me, but that was the worst thing ever, voting for my name was never good, not because I’m not so popular in my school, but because it was going to be very tiring and such a time-wasting to my life, I didn’t move an inch but my eyeballs rolled to glance at Jihyo which was half happy and half worried, she looked at me with an unready smile, she knew that I didn’t know what to say about this, the other girls were a little happy and excited, they clapped for me to show how happy they are about, and so did the seven newbies, to show some attention for me, they didn’t clap until they have stood up from their seats and whistled for me, I wasn’t surprised, but the only Important question here is, how was my name getting the most votes among us, and nobody clapped for it but me, my girls and those newbies ? I knew no one was excited about this but the thing didn’t end, I was ought to choose 14 people with me to the camp, 7 boys and 7 girls just as the woman said, I hated it, when I thought it was over and tried to sneak to get out of the room, until the young woman caught me startled by her shouting on the microphone, everyone got startled from her too, covering their ears with their hands, I got on the wooden stage near the microphone, I didn’t hesitate at who I was going to choose, of course, those seven boys and my girls, but the girls were six, I had to choose another girl, which was Kitty, I chose no one but them, at least Kitty lost but I ain’t gonna let her keep all sad and annoying after all this, and those, are the only people who are near to my level of trustworthy...

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