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clouditae · 3 years

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First Love | 17

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You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

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“I still can’t believe this is our last year,” Ari says, heaving her final luggage out of her trunk. “Finally,” she mutters, closing the trunk and pulling out the handle from its secure place. She looks to you and grins. “Let’s unpack.” The two of you make your way towards the building where your new room awaits.

You haven’t seen Ari since she finished her finals earlier than you. Helping her pack her belongings and putting it in her car, she left for the summer. Through calls and texts she told you she spent half her summer with her family and the other half with Hoseok. Now that you finally get to see her again, you immediately notice how short her hair is. Her hair was past her shoulders when she left just a few months ago, and now it’s barely touching her shoulders. Someone as beautiful as Ari can pull anything off it seems.

As the two of you make your way towards the dorm building, you head up the same set of stairs that you’ve been taking since you moved into the dorms three years ago. This time, thankfully, Ari let you pick where to live, and you chose the second floor closer to the exit door where you can easily leave if you’re in a hurry. And you’re nowhere near Yoongi. He’s always stayed on the third floor, so you took that chance to pick the second floor and the side wing where you will never see him unless you’re forced to.

When you reach the second floor, Ari presses her ID to the scanner, hearing a click and pulls the door open for you. As you enter the building, a group of people are chatting at the far end of the hallway, several bags of what looks to be trash on the floor. Your guess is they finished packing. You wish you were them right now instead of going up and down the stairs. Sadly it’s not and as you pass the first five doors, you reach your room.

Since you were last here, everyone had to use their key to get inside their dorm, but over the summer the dorms were updated and now you use your IDs to get inside your rooms. Pressing your ID to the scanner, you wait for the door to slowly unlock before you enter your messy room. Boxes and luggage everywhere.

“Home sweet home,” Ari sighs, entering the room after you and heading for her bed to toss her suitcase along with the rest of the pile. Just like the last dorm, everything is basically the same. One bed next to the door, a desk at the end of the bed with another bed on the other side of the desk, and the second desk between said furniture and the sink. The only difference is while your bed was to your right in your old room, the bed is now to your left with the mirror closets and bathroom to the right. “I wonder what room Hoseok is in. Maybe the same as last semester?” Ari questions, beginning her long journey of unpacking.

“He hasn’t told you yet?” you ask her, placing your items on your bed to start your unpacking.

“Just like you, Hoseok never picks the room,” Ari laughs, creating a pile of her shirts and pants on the bed as she pulls out a light pink top, folding it neatly and puts it at the top of her stack.

You hum in response, spending the rest of the time unpacking and helping Ari decorate the room a bit. By the time the two of you finished, Ari’s phone chimes, her music fading and screen lighting up for a brief second. You watch as she hangs the final strand of hanging lights to the hook on the wall before jumping off her bed and grabbing her phone off her desk. She reads the message.

“Seems like Hoseok is done packing and wants to see our room,” she tells you, typing away on her phone. “I’ll have him meet me by the stairs on this floor.” She locks her screen and looks to you. “See you in a bit.” You follow her towards the door, watching her open it as the door across from yours opens as well. As the door opens fully you can see two figures exiting their room. One figure you wish to never see again, but the world won’t give you that. “Hoseok?” Ari says in complete shock.

He looks up to lock eyes with his girlfriend. “Hey,” he laughs. “What a coincidence.”

“Yeah. It’s really weird,” Ari chuckles, but you can feel the discomfort in her tone as she continues her talk with Hoseok.

Their conversation dies out as your eyes stick to him like glue. You haven’t seen him in months, but you can see the little details on what’s changed with him. He has an undercut, his hair brushing along the tips of his ears and brows. His face looks more fuller and on his neck, just sticking out from under his black t-shirt is ink. He has a new tattoo–you wonder if it’s a part of his sleeve. Your eyes travel back up and you see that he’s staring at you. You’re the first to look away.

“I’ll see you later,” he tells Hoseok, voice gruff as you hear his footsteps disappear.

You’ve missed him. You hate the fact that you’ve missed him, but you do. So much that you constantly had to distract yourself over the summer because if you were alone with your thoughts for even one second, your thoughts would travel to him. From his dark eyes, down to the feeling of his hand when he touched you. You hate yourself.

“So this is your room?” Hoseok asks, bringing you out of your thoughts. You look towards him, watching as he steps closer to Ari, wrapping his arms around her to hug her, but to mainly see inside your room.

You chuckle, “Would you like to come in?”

He grins, glancing your way as he releases Ari and opens his arms for you to walk into. He wraps his arms around you as he hugs you tightly. “I’ve missed you, my second best friend.”

Rubbing his back, you giggle, “Me too.” Releasing your grip from one another, you step aside for Hoseok to enter your room and for Ari to close the door behind the three of you. “How was your vacation?”

“Amazing. Spent a lot of time with my love and my family. We went to Disneyland.” His focus is on the lights draped against the wall. “I should do this, but I don’t think Yoongi would like it,” he sighs, shaking his head.

“You went to Disneyland? Was it fun?” you ask him as he takes a seat on Ari’s bed.

“Hell yeah!” He snaps his fingers in realization. “That reminds me–I got you something while we were there.” Hopping off the bed, Hoseok jogs towards the door. “Be right back,” he calls, opening the door and exiting the room.

“Are you okay?” Ari asks.

You look to her and smile the best you can. “What luck.”

“I didn’t know they would be across from us,” she explains, looking at you with a worried look.

You shake your head. “I know,” you mumble and let out a sigh. “At least we won’t be hearing him when he’s alone with a girl,” you chuckle, but you only feel a sting in your chest.

Why couldn’t you be far away from him? Why is he always right there but never within your reach?

A knock comes at the door. Ari walks over to it and opens the door to reveal Hoseok standing on the other side with a sheepish smile on his face. “I left my ID and my phone inside.”

You laugh loudly, remembering the first day you met him a year ago.

Ari and Hoseok left about an hour ago, the two deciding to go out for dinner. You are currently waiting for Hanbin to come pick you up for your own dinner date he has planned for the two of you. As you double check to make sure your attempt at doing makeup looks good enough, your phone rings, vibrating loudly on your desk.

Walking over to it from your little make up station at the sink, you see an unfamiliar number. You frown, picking up the phone and pressing the answer button, bringing it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hello,” the disembodied voice begins, her tone light and customer service like, “I’m looking for Y/N. Is she available?”

You take a seat at your desk. “This is her,” you say, glancing at the clock on your desk. Hanbin should be here in twenty minutes.

“Hello, Y/N, my name is Allison from Sun’s Crossing. I’m calling to let you know you’ve been selected to join the summer internship program next year,” she informs you. She continues to talk, but you can’t hear anything besides the rapid beating of your heart. You got accepted. You’re going to be an intern for Sun’s Crossing in New York.

At the beginning of summer, you confessed to Hanbin about wanting to apply to be an intern but you felt as if you didn’t have enough to catch any company’s attention. Hanbin saw otherwise and pestered you for days to apply for a few internships “because you’re going to get into several and you gotta be prepared to pick the best one” as he put it. You were reluctant to apply because that would mean a year of not being with him–being separated, but that didn’t stop him from telling you to apply. He planned on taking an internship as well, but in California. The two of you will still be together and after it’s all over you two will be working your dream jobs and living in a nice little apartment. It gave you hope, and now that hope is coming true.

“Hello? Y/N?”

“I-I’m here,” you tell her, shaking your head of all thoughts of the dream coming true. “Can you repeat that?”

The woman chuckles on the other end. “We will be sending you more information on the internship and what is to be expected through email in the upcoming months. Congratulations again.”

“Thank you so much–goodbye,” you rush, hanging up the phone. You immediately start looking for Hanbin’s number when a knock interrupts your search. Placing your phone on the desk, you get up from your seat and make your way towards the door. When you turn the handle and pull, Hanbin stands on the other side panting. “Hanbin–”

“I got in,” he interrupts. He smiles widely as he repeats, “I got in, Y/N.”

You smile back. “I got in, too. We did it.” You watch as his eyes go wide before he rushes towards you, lifting you into the air as you giggle and the door closes.

When the door closes, everything happens rather quickly. A simple congratulations kiss ends up being more than that. Now your nails are digging into Hanbin’s bare back as he thrusts into you, him holding your complete weight as your back hits the door every now and then. You choke back a moan as he hits the right spot, your head hitting the door rather loudly as you feel your orgasm get closer.

“I’m close,” you rush in a whisper. You’ll never understand Hanbin’s strength, but he picks up his speed and thrusts into you faster and harder. He sends you over the edge before you could even cry a word. You moan lowly into his shoulder as he rides you out, his own euphoria coming soon after.

He holds you as the two of you pant heavily. “So much for a nice dinner,” he chuckles, the both of you leaning back to lock eyes. “You in the mood to just grab a burger? I’m guessing the restaurants are closing now.”

You let out an exhausted laugh. “Yeah.” He sets you down slowly, holding onto your waist as you get the feeling back in your legs before the two of you clean up, get dressed and head out for a very late dinner.

“Ugh,” Ari groans, running a hand through her short hair in frustration. “I’m done with school.”

“It’s barely the first day,” Hoseok states, taking a fry and popping it into his mouth. “You can’t be done when all we’ve had are introductions and go over the syllabus.”

“Because just listening to them talk about the syllabus and hearing all these assignments that are coming up too fast is already stressing me out. I just want to graduate already and be a forensic linguist!” She tosses her hands up in the air in defeat.

You shake your head. “We’re almost done. This is our last school year and then we’re off doing what we do best.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok agrees, placing his hand on his girlfriend’s back and rubbing it soothingly. “You’ll be yelling ”objection“ and I’ll be dancing in court to prove your point.” Ari laughs at his statement, earning a small relief from Hoseok as he takes another bite. It’s amazing how he knows her like the back of his own hand.

“We’re almost done,” she repeats, sitting up straight and finally digging into her plate of Chinese food.

After a few minutes go by of random conversations, Ari looks to you with curious eyes. She smirks. “Have you two said the three words yet?”

You almost choke on your chicken as you roughly swallow the chewed pieces. “Three words?”

“I love you,” Hoseok chimes, twisting the cap to your water bottle off and handing it to you.

You gratefully take the bottle and chug the water to wash down whatever got caught in your throat. “I haven’t,” you confess, twisting the cap back on.

“Do you feel like you’re ready for it?” Ari questions, taking another bite out of her food acting as if you weren’t just choking on your food because of her. “Has he said it?”

You shake your head. “No he hasn’t said it yet.”

“But do you feel like you’re ready?” It’s Hoseok’s turn to ask, obviously interested in your unknown love life.

You’re quiet for a moment, thinking. Are you ready to say those words? You do have feelings for him, and it is something you’ve never felt before. So, are you ready to be the first one to say it? Are you ready to say those three words that can change someone’s life?

It’s scary–it really is, but–

“Yeah, I think I am ready,” you tell them, feeling your heart race.

The day goes on, the professors you meet today do the bare minimum. No one is ready to start the new semester with a lecture or homework just yet. So, as your final class of the day ends, you pack up your belongings and put them in your backpack. Several students are already saying goodbye to one another after having known each other for a while or just meeting now.

With everything put away, you slip on your backpack and make your way out of the room, meeting the warm, night sky. You follow a group of people making their way towards the bus stop. A few other classes have just finished as groups of people leave different rooms, all making their way in different directions. As you make your way across campus, there are a few students still scattered across the grounds, several students sitting at the tables close to the food court. Instead of following the group up towards the first bus stop close to the library, you head down towards the second bus stop closer to the Student Union building.

By the time you get to the second stop, you notice the shuttle’s back lights turning on. You speed walk towards the vehicle, just making it in time as the driver closes the doors. Showing your ID, you make your way towards an empty spot in the middle, taking the window seat. Pulling out your earphones from your backpack, you plug it into your phone and place the buds in your ears. As a song plays, you take in a deep breath. The conversation you had earlier with Ari and Hoseok comes to mind.

You’ll see him tomorrow during your small break between classes, and during that break you’ll tell him. Sure it’s not romantic or anything, but if you feel it, you’re supposed to just go for it right? You smack your palms against your warming cheeks. You’re nervous, but you can do it.

I can do it.

The following day you go through the usual introductions to the class, go over the syllabus, and leave for the day. As time gets closer and closer to you meeting Hanbin for lunch, your heart races and your nerves are on edge. When your professor says his goodbyes, you put your notebook and pencil away, and follow the group out the room. Checking your phone to make sure there were no other texts sent from him, you make your way towards the meeting spot where Hanbin should be waiting with your order from the Greek stand.

When you reach the outdoor seating area, your eyes scan the umbrella area, looking for a familiar face. Before you can unlock your phone and begin searching for your boyfriend’s contact name, you can hear him calling for you. You look around again and find him standing at the far back next to his reserved table. He waves when he notices your eyes are on him. You smile and make your way down the steps and towards him.

You’re going to do it.

This is it.

Tell him.

“Hey,” he says, beaming before leaning down and planting a kiss on your lips.

Tell him.

“I–” the words catch in your throat.

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tbehartoo · 3 years

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Bursting Bubbles

My piece for @thedjwifizine that can be found here. It's full of great art and stories. Check it out!

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Nino looked up into the scowling face of his favorite seatmate.

“Here you go, Bubbles,” she said as she thrust a mango bubble tea into his hand. “One special of the day from The Boba Bar.” Her other hand slapped a small card onto his sheet music. “And here’s your other three week’s worth of drinks.”

“Aw, Alya you didn’t have to do this,” he held up the card. “This,” he grinned as he took his first sip of the drink, “you definitely needed to do.”

“Well you won the bet fair and square,” Alya huffed as she plopped down into her seat. “You really could find a way to get a harpsichord to sound rockin' when you DJ’ed Kim’s house party.”

“Scoops, I’m surprised you could doubt me,” Nino held a hand to his heart. “It’s like you’ve forgotten that music is my life.” He grumbled toward the music piece he’d been assigned, “It’s not like I’ve spent nearly three grueling years learning this European centered musical theory or anything.” Looking at her smirk he added, “Or that I’d hardly be the first person to experiment with combining old instruments to new music.” He thought for a moment before adding, “Or old music to new instruments.”

The next week it was Nino placing a gift card on Alya’s notepad.

“Your payment for getting me those sources for my music history essay, m’lady,” he said as he bowed to her.

“Nino, what-” she asked as she looked at the card “-what is this?”

Nino felt his face warm up, but he sent a shy smile in her direction as he sat down. “You were saying, the other day, that it’s been forever since you had a mani-pedi, but that they weren’t in your budget at the moment so I figured I’d get one for you as thanks for saving my bacon. I didn’t have time to track down those translations of medieval manuscripts for that Music Development in the Dark Ages assignment, but you did it without my asking.” He grinned at her, “You really took some pressure off of me and I appreciate it.”

She looked at him, back at the card, and back at Nino.

“I don’t remember saying that,” she murmured.

“You were picking at your nails because the color was coming off and said that you’d need to see if Marinette was free for a girl’s night so you could get her to do your nails again,” he said as he started to root around in his bag.

“That was two- three weeks ago?” she said, thinking out loud. She looked at him, but he was obviously avoiding her gaze. “I can’t believe you remembered that.”

His head tucked between his shoulders, a turtle pulling into its shell.

“It was easy to remember,” he said. “You had that sparkly red polish. It really drew in the eye. I remember thinking that you had the perfect hands for playing the piano right before you said it.” He quickly looked away again.

Alya was quiet for a moment before smiling up at him.

“That seems like a really nice compliment coming from a musician like yourself,” she reassured him. She looked back at the card. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of this place.”

“It’s, uh, one of the local beautician schools,” he told her. “You were right about mani-pedis being a bit pricy, but my cousin is going there to learn to cut hair, and she said the girls in the nail class are crazy talented and eager to get someone not a relative to paint on, and it only costs about a fourth of what the pros charge.” He shrugged. “This way you can have like half a dozen manicures for the price of one.”

Alya lunged at him and caught him in a tight hug.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” she cried before releasing him. “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Miss Cesaire, if you are quite done groping Mister Lahiffe I’d like to start the class,” the voice of Doctor Agreste cut through the lecture hall and every head snapped toward them.

Alya’s face was nearly as warm and red as his own.

“Yes, sir,” she squeaked as she pulled her arms back to her side.

“Now if we may?” the professor’s curt voice took control of the class.

“Groping,” Nino mumbled. “He calls one little hug groping.” He pulled out a composition that Madame Mendeleiev had assigned just that morning. “I’d like to show him groping.”

He was startled out of his grumbling when Alya whispered, “Me, too.”

Only three more weeks and I’m out of this class and I never have to see this man’s stupid face again, Nino thought to himself. At least after today it’s just student presentations before the final.

They had finally reached the Contemporary Era and the man was butchering even the easiest movements! And don’t get him started on the composers. He’d wasted over half the lecture trying to explain that Richard Wagner wasn’t really an antisemite, but that Nazi sympathizers, mainly Adolf himself, just liked his music so much and thought it expressed National Ideals perfectly! The man wasn’t even a composer in Contemporary times!

And that just served to take time away from some real pioneers of the era like Laura Anne Karpman whose music can be found literally anywhere. Or what about Meredith Monk who includes operas amongst her compositions, since Doctor Agreste seemed to be hung up over Wagner’s damn Ring Cycle. Of course he didn’t mention Yihan Chen the brilliant Chinese pianist and composer. And though the man would fawn and dote on child prodigies like Wolfgang Mozart all day, he wouldn’t give the time of day to “Bluejay” Greenberg who could hear several compositions in his head at the same time and then be able to write them with minimal correction.

Just, UGH!

Nino was done with this entitled little man and the racist ideology he’s attempting to spread about. He was certainly spreading something, but it smelled more like fertilizer than anything else to Nino’s mind.

He could tell that Alya was concerned about his agitation, he’d been clenching his pencil so hard he heard it crack, but he refused to look in her direction. She had a great talent for sniffing out these kinds of things and if he looked at her right now, he’d probably see his frustration reflected on her face and do something dumb- like start an uprising in the middle of class. He really couldn't afford to take this class again.

As soon as they were out the doors Alya started ranting about how it was obvious that Doctor Agreste didn’t even bother to check Wikipedia for sources. She made her opinion known that the good doctor didn’t like the era because more people were included in writing and performing it rather than just white, Western-European men who were either wealthy or had wealthy patrons. And stopped mid rant.

Nino looked at her and watched as Alya got an idea. By the look on her face it was a genius idea: an Evil and Genius idea if the cackle was anything to go by.

“Whatever you’re planning, I’m in,” he declared.

“I haven’t even told you my idea yet.”

“I can tell by your expression alone that it’s going to be the best idea ever,” he said with a smirk. “So want to let me in on our plan?”

She explained her idea and Nino’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, that man is going to regret crossing paths with us,” he chuckled. “Can you come over tonight? I’ve got plenty of stuff we’d need for the music portion of the presentation.”

She shook her head. “I need at least one day to fact-check my notes and another to find accurate sources. Are you busy Saturday?”

Nino thought for a moment. “I’m free in the morning, but I have a wedding I’m playing for in the evening.”

“Okay that gives me a little more time for research.” She smiled up at him. “So, Saturday morning we’ll meet up to pull things together?”

Nino nodded in agreement.

“Great,” she said, “That’ll give us Sunday to type up the report and Monday to practice for our presentation on Tuesday.”

“Tell me the truth, Alya,” Nino looked at her, “Is this too much? Are we crazy to put together a spite presentation in one weekend? At the end of the semester?” He brushed a bit of her hair out of her face and tucked it carefully behind her ear. “You already have so much to do for all your other classes. I don’t want this to be something that stresses you out or makes you do something that hurts you.”

Alya reached up and patted his cheek before replying.

“Nino this is going to be so much fun that I doubt I’ll even notice how much work it is,” she grinned at him fully. “I might pull an allnighter here or there, but I promise you that I’m taking care to not do too much. I wouldn’t have suggested this if I didn’t think we could do it.”

He held her gaze for a moment then sighed.

“Okay, let’s ruin this man’s whole career.”

She laughed loud and pulled him toward the school’s cafe. Obviously this called for copious amounts of snacks and his precious bubble tea.

Tuesday dawned bright and clear. A perfect day to teach about the subtleties of Contemporary music while simultaneously displaying the ignorance and prejudice of the most hated music teacher on campus. Nino sipped at his Thai tea with coffee pudding as he contemplated Alya’s plan of attack. It was a nice simple plan, but it needed something. Seeing a familiar outline hurrying across campus brought a smile to his face. The final nail in Doctor Agreste’s coffin just made itself known. He hurried across the quad to see if he could catch up with Madame before she reached her office.

An hour later he stood at the podium inserting the thumb drive into the computer for the projector.

“Good morning everyone,” Alya began. “As you all know we’ve had to jump over and through many musical ages and movements. That meant we had to skim through a lot of really interesting information. Nino and I decided to do a little bit of music through the ages for the Contemporary Era for you all. Now, get ready to get funky!”

That was his cue. He started the Powerpoint and Richard Wagner’s “Ride of the Valkyries” began to blast from the room’s speakers while Elmer Fudd stabbed a spear into the ground singing, “Kill the wabbit! Kill the wabbit!”

“Welcome to Neoromanticism,” he called to those present.

The presentation went off without a hitch. Madame Mendeleiev had managed to slip in before their presentation and had stayed to the end of class. It was with great delight that Nino watched the Dean of the Music Department approach Doctor Agreste and congratulate him on the quality of his students’ final presentations. She even approached Alya and complemented her on the amount of research she’d done to be ready for the day. Then she turned to him.

“An adequate presentation, Nino,” she said with no trace of humor in her words. “Your compilation was a little heavy on the electronic music and light on the serialism, but I suppose that’s only to be expected with where your interests lie,” she paused, “and in light of the time constraints.”

He gulped and nodded his head. He knew she’d pick up on that.

“Please, send me a copy of your presentation at your earliest convenience.”

His eyes snapped up from the floor to meet hers. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining the slight upturn to the corners of her mouth or not, so he chose not to comment on it.

“I think I might incorporate it into my opening lecture next semester,” she remarked so offhandedly that Nino was sure he was hearing things. “It’ll be an excellent introduction to modern music for the freshmen.” She nodded to him before moving off to catch professor Agreste on his way out the door.

Alya was grinning from ear to ear and practically vibrating where she stood. He turned to her and had a fraction of a second to brace for impact as she’d thrown herself in his direction. Her arms were around his waist as she pulled him into a hug. He returned the hug with matching enthusiasm.

“We did so good!” she squealed.

He looked down into her grinning face and returned the smile.

“Hell yeah, we did,” he replied. “This calls for a celebration.” It was only then that he realized he still had his arms around her shoulders. Then again she was still holding on to him. He pulled back but kept hold of her hands. “I know you have another class in an hour, but do you want to go get boba to celebrate?”

She smirked up at him. “Only if you’ll let me treat you to dinner at Sabine’s tonight.” She looked to the side as she added, “And then we could go check out that concert in the park you mentioned yesterday.”

His mouth suddenly went dry. That sounded a lot like an actual date. Like a real date with this girl he knew he’d started crushing on some time this semester. What else could he do?

“Sounds great, but you have to let me bring pizza and dessert to our study date on Thursday night.”

Her laugh sent a tingle down his spine. “It’s a date!”

#miraculous ladybug #djwifi #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #alya x nino #thedjwifizine #my writing

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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A Good Man - Part 2

A/N: Part 2!! I hope you're all excited! Thank you guys for your support on the first part. And don't worry, the ugh....smut is coming soon! Thank you to @rosetophighlander for helping me brainstorm this part! As always, comments and feedback is welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged let me know! xx

Pairing: Professor! Javi x Reader

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: mild language...yearning....

A GOOD MAN ‘VERSE MASTERLIST

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JAVIER MASTERLIST

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“Fuck,” murmuring under your breath, you scratched your well loved pen roughly over the paper, willing for more ink to come out. But it was fully used; it had been growing fainter and fainter for some time, and now, mid-lecture, it had decided to be done.

Glancing up from your notes, you chanced a peek at the professor, catching his eye as you did so. Of course. There seemed to be a mildly amused expression on his face as you chucked the pen inside your bag with a huff and searched for another, managing to dig one up after a few minutes of silent struggle.

The professor seemed to realize what was happening and appeared to slow down his lecture as you tried to catch up, almost as if he was attempting to ensure that you wouldn’t miss anything. No one else around you even seemed to be alive, starting down at their books with glazed expressions; one of the students across the room was even shamelessly sleeping. Groaning internally at them, you felt bad for him. It dense enough material to teach, and having people be this disinterested probably only made it more difficult. That just made your resolve to work even stronger.

Uncapping the new pen, you set it back on the page and offered your full attention back to the man at the front, keeping your eyes trained mainly on the chalkboard. It was hard not to allow your eyes to flit over his body, the tight white button up, the fitted navy trousers, and those damned glasses were enough to drive you slowly insane. When he turned his back to the class, you couldn’t help but to admire the view...but luckily you always managed to catch yourself and keep up with his lecture. But you didn’t catch on how Javier always seemed to notice all the little things, including how your eyes lingered on him. You also didn’t seem to catch on how his own honeyed gaze was usually focused on you, the sole person he seemed to be teaching.

But this class was different - just before Javier excused the lot of you, he decided to assign your midterm papers. This time you didn’t groan internally, but let out a little sigh as he explained his requirements, all of which you scribbled quickly down in your notes. It was such a simple task but you just knew it would be difficult, and would end up phasing you someway or another. Just as he finished and dismissed everyone, the students around you seemed to practically sprint for the door and you were left behind in the dust.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you grabbed your things and tucked them inside your bag, the realization that you were the only one left in the room hitting like you a ton of bricks. The temperature seemed to increase insurmountably as you left your desk and headed for the door. Javier’s gaze followed your frame for a moment and just before you ducked into the buzzing hallway filled with students heading off to their next class, you turned to him. His expression was unreadable, filled with a mixture of emotions that you couldn’t quite place. Instead of saying anything, you felt your cheeks heat up and stepped out of the classroom, allowing yourself to get lost in the sea of people.

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"Professor Peña?"

"If you're looking for stories or secrets or whatever bullshit for your little newspaper, I'm not interested," Javi didn't even bother to look up from his desk, eyes dark and focused on the mountains of papers in front of him. When he didn't hear the sound of retreating footsteps or the squeak of the ancient door, he groaned lightly, "I said I wasn't interested in indulging your little inquiries."

"I-I'm not here for that," your voice sounded small, quiet and almost pathetic in the darkened office. The sun had almost completely set and Javier had yet to turn on the lights, depending only on his small desk lamp. He almost gave himself whiplash as he turned to look in your direction, eyes widening when he realized it was you, "I'm sorry to bother you, professor. I-I can go."

He let out a long sigh, took off his glasses, and ran a hand over his face in exhaustion as he shook his head and pointed at the chair in front of his desk. Swallowing the nervous lump in your throat, you padded over, almost completely silent, before slipping into the aging leather chair, "It’s... I shouldn't have yelled like that."

"I can go...if this is a bad time,” you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes as you trained your gaze on the worn, wooden grain of his desk, “I know it’s almost the end of your office hours and I don’t want to impose.”

When you were met with silence, and unable to keep your knee from bouncing up and down, you almost jumped up and headed for the door, wishing a hole would swallow you up and this moment would never have happened.

“It’s fine,” he insisted firmly, holding his hand up to keep you from darting out, finally looking up and meeting your nervous eyes. Nodding, you swallowed the thick lump in your throat and planted yourself firmly in your seat, “it’s been...a long day. It doesn’t excuse it...so just stay.”

“Really...I can come back another time,” you captured your bottom lip between your teeth and chewed on it for a moment, unsure of where to concentrate your gaze. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, knowing you’d be too far gone if you started at his handsome visage too much. It was hard enough in class to focus on what he was teaching when he came in looking handsome as hell everyday. You had tried, desperately so to avoid your attraction to him, but it was undeniable. Little did you know that you had slowly turned into the highlight of his day; the three hours a week you spent in classroom had him almost...excited to show up and teach.

“Nah,” he insisted in such a blasé tone that you almost couldn’t believe it. You’d never heard him be anything but completely serious before, “I was just being an asshole...”

“I didn’t mean to imply-”

“No, no, no,” he said quickly, giving you a surprised expression, “it’s not you. Trust me, it’s just... people don’t...normally come to my office hours. Maybe like one student a semester. And it’s usually for...”

“Your time in Colombia,” you concluded as he paused for a moment, still as could be as he nodded lightly. Clearly you’d struck a nerve; you could see it in the way his shoulders tensed, the veins in his neck protruding slightly as his hand curled into a fist and rested on the edge of the desk. In class he’d never even come close to bringing it up; hell, you’d never have known if Sarah hadn’t shown you that little article, “that’s not why I’m here. I swear.”

“Then what can I do for you?” his voice adopted a different tone, more docile and less on edge as his eyes seemed to rake over you and he could see you were being honest. You wrung your hands anxiously in your lap before pulling your notebook, and looking through your copious, detailed notes from his last lecture. Javi couldn’t help but try and skim over him as you dragged a finger down a page and stopped with a small triumphant little sound when you found what you had been searching for. He was impressed that you, or anyone, actually took the time and energy to listen to him.

“Your assignment,” you glanced over the notes and frowned at them, “you asked us to submit a proposal for a midterm paper topic, and you left it pretty open ended, but we’ve only covered up until about 1750. Does that mean we can do any major topic up to then or can we do anything? Do you have a preferred area of discussion? Or do you prefer we focus on a figure and analyze their viewpoints towards specific topics? I guess...I’m just looking for some guidance. I don’t want to do something and have it be off the mark and waste your time...or mine.”

“You...took the time to think about this and then come and ask me?” he sounded astounded as you slowly nodded, offering him a slight shrug of your shoulders. You hadn’t thought it was that weird...you just wanted to be sure about things, “huh. Do you actually like this class?”

“Professor...” you didn’t want to lie, not directly to his face as you sat in front of him, “it’s...”

“Just be straight forward,” he leaned back in his chair, playing with the pen in his hand as you let out a low breath, “I don’t care either way.”

“How honest do you want?” a small smile tugged on your features despite your best efforts to keep it at bay.

“Brutal.”

“I hate it,” you felt like you were confessing your sins in church, unsure of what to expect his reaction to be. What if this had all been some sort of weird test...what if he suddenly hated you? But he remained silent, waiting for you to expand on your answer, “it’s a subject I do not care for, and I only took it because it satisfied one of the last subject areas I needed and everything else was already filled up.”

But then, in a total change of pace, shocking you almost as much as it surprised him, he burst into a fit of laughter, throwing his head back as his warm, rich voice filled the small, dark space of his office. Your eyes widened as you tried not to focus on his smile and his glorious neck as you wondered if he was was going to commend or condemn you.

“That was the most honest I think I’ve ever had someone be with me,” he answered once he calmed down, his shoulders still bouncing lightly with silent laughter, “the honesty...it’s quite refreshing.”

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” fumbling for the right words, your hands trembled slightly as you reached for your notebook, attempting to hastily stuff it into your bag and fun out of the room. But Javi reached over and grabbed one of your wrists with a touch that was both firm, but delicate enough to cause you to almost break your neck as you looked at him, “professor?”

“I’m not offended,” he promised, letting his hold on you linger a few moments before slowly releasing your wrist. He gestured for the notebook and you handed it over to him, nervous as to what he would say about your notes. Would you be in trouble? Would he be impressed? He was silent as he flicked through everything, his fingers touching over all the areas your pen had scribbled on, “these are extremely detailed and thorough for someone that apparently hates the subject.”

“I didn’t want to fall behind. There’s a lot to remember and take in,” you felt nervous as he scoured over your writing and read some rushed words under his breath, “I-I figured if I was going to take this class, regardless if I enjoy it or not, I should put in the time and effort. It’s not fair to you to just completely waste your time either.”

“Tell that to rest of the hundred and something students I have. They couldn’t give a shit less,” he suddenly snapped your notebook closed, the sharp sound reverberating loudly in the otherwise quiet room. Shoving the worn notebook across the desk, he let out a sigh before tousling his dark hair as you shoved it away. Something had struck a nerve with him and you were nervous, unsure of how he was going to respond to whatever you had to see. So the inattention and lack of care from the rest of the class was not lost on him, “it’s like teaching to an empty room.”

“And you?” a rush of courage and rushed through your bones and you were almost surprised that the words came out of your own mouth. Your hand flew to your face in shock and you were sure that must have gotten on his bad side now. Surely he wouldn’t tolerate that much insolence, if you could even call it that. Something in you snapped and you decided that if you were already on his list in red and underlined, you had nothing left to lose, “do you care?”

His lips turned into a thin, hard line, and he tapped his fingers against his stubble covered chin as he watched you closely. It was a weird thing, and you could feel him trying to analyze you. You refused to meet his eyes, not wanting to give in and let him see deep into you; maybe he wouldn’t like what he found.

After a view moments of tense silence, he leaned back in his old chair, and it creaked loudly, the only disturbance in the still air. He dropped his fist back down and tapped it against the desk for a moment before quietly saying, “not as much as I should.”

“Oh,” you nodded, unable to blame him for teaching a class he didn’t really care about, “then why...never mind. I don’t mean to pry.”

You stole a glance at your watch and noticed that it was now past his office hours; that was good enough of a reason for you to leave, right? You cleared your throat and quickly stood up before he could make any move to stop you, “your hours are over...I’ll just...go.”

“Wait-” he stood up but made no move to follow you, but keep his gaze on you. You paused with your hand on the door knob, not quite twisting it open yet as waited for him to speak. The tension in the air was palpable and you answered with a small nod, “I...we...how about you come back tomorrow? Or whatever day works and I can help you pick a subject for your midterm?”

“Y-you want me to come back?” there was a light shake to your voice as you realized what this meant. However he felt towards you, he didn’t completely dispose you anyways. Turning on your heel, you languidly raked your eyes up to meet his, finding him with his hands on his hips and an unreadable expression etched on his face, “you don’t have to, Professor. I’m sure I can find a topic to write on.”

“Javi,” his name rolled off his lips in an unsure tone and the corners of your mouth twitched into a small smile. He’d never offered is first name to a student before - he’d never even spoken this much to a student before. This was all uncharted territory for the both of you; normally you were steadfast and sure in your way, but this had you questioning a lot. Including where you truly stood with your enigma of a professor, “you can call me Javi.”

“Javi,” you repeated, sounding it out slowly and deciding that you liked how it sounded, how felt when you said it. Javi Peña. It was a good name. Despite it being his decision to tell you to call him that, he still seemed...confused. But as soon as he had told you his name, soft and gentle, you had made up your mind, “I’ll...be back tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow,” he repeated quietly as you turned back to the door and turned the knob and slowly opened the heavy wooden door. You stepped out of his office and into the softly illuminated hallway. There was a few seconds were you contemplated turning around and offering him a wave, a proper goodbye, something, but instead, you clutched your book bag tighter and quickly took off down the hall, your heart racing as though you had just run a marathon. In sync with each footstep all you could think was Javi, Javi, Javi.

Every last logical part of your brain told you not to return tomorrow, to just pick a topic and write a paper on it, but the other part of you, your more heart governed side, insisted that you should go back tomorrow. It told that there was something...more that you needed than help on your paper. You weren’t sure what it was, but you decided not to repress the feeling.

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“Why do you look so...happy?” Sarah looked up from the show she was watching and studied you for about five seconds before coming to the conclusion that something was definitely off. Not...in a bad way, but definitely different from what you would normally come home like after a day of back to back classes. Making it a point to put a frown on your face you shook your head as you dropped your book bag down and flopped onto the couch, pointedly avoiding her gaze, “babeeeeee. What happened? Did you get laid?”

“Sarah!” you burrowed further down on the couch and hid your face, “nothing happened and no, I did not get laid.”

“Then what is it?” she wasn’t about to drop the subject and you found yourself cursing her inquisitive nature, “did something happen in class? With hot professor!?”

“Absolutely nothing happened with him in class,” you insisted, your voice cracking lightly on the last word as she inhaled sharply. Peeking at her, you saw that she was almost bouncing out of her seat with excitement, “just because he’s hot-”

“You said nothing happened in class,” she came over and sat right next to you, patting your thigh in excitement, “then tell me, what happened after class?!”

“I went to his office during his office hours because I was stuck on the assignment,” you admitted, “at first he was annoyed...but then he wasn’t. He thought I just want to poke around about when he was in DEA, but I told him I just needed help. He was fine after that...mostly. I’m going back for help to tomorrow.”

“Shit,” her brilliant sapphire eyes were wide with excitement as her mind jumped to all sorts of conclusions, “office hours with hot Professor Peña!?”

“Javi,” you mumbled, barely audible to your own ears. Sarah sucked in a breath before letting out a squeal of excitement; she was even more invested in your little back and forth with him than you were. But every time you’d told her about your classes over the last six weeks, she was insistent, almost to a fault, that he felt something for you, that no teacher was like that with their students. You were sure it was just because you appeared to be the only living being in his class.

“Javi,” she repeated in a dreamy voice, “that even sounds sexy.”

“He told me to call him that,” your face was hot and suddenly the thing sweater you were wearing seemed too much, and you quickly pulled it off in a vain attempt to still the warmth that was coursing through your veins, “it got late and I left...he asked me to come back tomorrow.”

“He asked?” you nodded as you bit your lip, realizing how it appeared to sound when you recanted the tale back to her. But if she had been there, she surely would have realized that it was all straight forward and there were no double entendres or anything. it was just professional; a professor helping his student, “hot professor asked you to come back tomorrow?”

“For help with my paper!” you groaned and hid your face in your hands, “that’s all and nothing more, I swear.”

“Oh no,” she shook her head fervently, sienna curls bouncing wildly, “there’s something more to this than meets the eye. I swear it, I can feel it. A professor doesn’t just tell you to call them by their nickname and insist you come back without an underlying motive.”

“It’s not...like that,” a heavy sigh escaped your lips, “he’s...different. I mean, sure he seems to hate life when he’s teaching, but I think he just wants to help. I think he felt bad for snapping at me at first...and maybe he wants to help because I’m the only one who gives a damn about his class.”

“That maybe so,” she agreed, giving your shoulder a light squeeze, “but there’s more to it. I’m sure of it, mark my words!”

“Sure Sarah,” tossing your head back on the couch, you stared at the ceiling and studied the patterns of the aging paint, “I’m sure something will happen between me and Javi.”

“Ahh! See you’re already calling him Javi!”

“PROFESSOR PEÑA!”

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When you woke up the next morning, you slowly got ready for your classes, your heart beating wildly, quicker than the wings of a fluttering humming bird, as you realized what was to come this afternoon. You were sure that your nerves were for naught, but it still didn’t calm the wild fluttering going in your belly. Just before leaving, you checked yourself over in your mirror, deciding you were satisfied with your appearance. There was bright glow on your cheeks, prompting you to chide yourself for acting like a school girl with a crush instead of a groan woman.

But the day seemed to drag on, and on, and on, and by the time you headed out of your last class, you were tempted to go just go home and take a nap. Maybe that would have been better instead of going to Javi’s office and letting whatever would happen happen.

You were almost on autopilot as you entered the history department’s building, not thinking much of anything, besides not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of the mysterious professor. Before you knew it, you knocked softly on his door, but when you were met with silence, you rested your hand on the knob, wondering what was going what you should do. Maybe you hadn’t been loud enough? Knocking with more force this time, you waited with baited breath to see if he would let you in....but nothing.

Sighing lightly to yourself, especially at the fact that you had gotten yourself so worked up over nothing, you hung your head and got ready to leave. You might as well disappear quickly before anyone could see the pathetic look on your face. You’d meandered about halfway down the hall, when you heard a pair of rushed footsteps behind you, and a rich voice called out your name. Spinning around, probably much too eagerly, you find Javier right standing out of his door, breathless as he waved you over.

“I-I’m sorry I’m late,” he said as you slowly made your back down the hall, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath, “I was running behind and had to stop home to check on Stevie.”

“Stevie?”

“My dog,” he answered and your mouth curved upwards into a smile. He had a dog named Stevie; it wasn’t at all what you had expected, “I usually go earlier, but had a meeting that ran late and couldn’t get to him. I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

“No,” you answered in earnest, “I-I just...didn’t know if you’d forgotten or were busy or....”

“I haven’t forgotten,” he insisted as he opened the door to his office and ushered you inside, following closely behind, close enough that you could feel his body heat radiating onto yours. You remained silent as you slipped into the chair opposite his desk and pulled out a fresh pen and notepad, ready to take notes and figure out what on earth to do for your midterm, “all business, huh?”

He seemed mildly amused as he slinked into his own chair, more relaxed and calm than he had been the afternoon before. You lifted your eyes slowly and met his gaze as you nodded and shrugged; you wondered if he could hear how fast your heart was beating. Something in the air was different today...much more palpable than before. You wondered how long much longer you would walk on this thin line before it snapped and something happened.

“Yeah,” you managed to say after a few moments of silence, his dark eyes never leaving your frame. Even with the silence, only the sound of the aging clock on the wall filling the room, you could sense that he was mulling over things in his mind. You could practically hear the gears turning, “I-I manged to come up with a few figures and events I might focus on, should any of them pique your interest.”

“I do like having my curiosity piqued,” there was a different tone to his voice and you could sense that there was bit of a double meaning to his words. But you didn’t want to get too lost in that, to let your mind wander, “tell me what you’ve come up with.”

“My main ideas are either Patrick Henry,” you looked up briefly to see if he was even interested and he nodded lightly, “or the Boston Tea Party. I know we technically haven’t covered that in class yet, but I figured I could give it a go.”

“Common topics,” he stated and you hung your head in annoyance; you thought that one of the two would be worthy of your time. He seemed to sense your dissatisfaction at his answers and shifted in his seat so he was leaning closer across his desk, and almost directly in front of you, “but I think you could make one them of them work. Give me liberty or give me death, or dumping tons of tea. Which do you prefer?”

“An overly dramatic statement or a waste of good tea,” you mused thoughtfully, tapping your pen against your chin, “I’m more disappointed in the loss of the tea. I’m thinking if I do enough digging I can focus on a few figures behind it all, lesser known figures or...something like that.”

“Well there you go,” without thinking, he reached over and grabbed your pen, earning a small sound of surprise from you. Pulling the notebook in front of him, he quickly scrawled your proposed topic down and next to that a big approved along with his signature. You couldn’t help the snort of laughter that came out of your mouth at his sudden burst of playfulness; you weren’t sure he had that kind of joking in him, “I look forward to reading to your paper. I’m sure it’ll be the best one in the class.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“You’re the only one in class with a fucking pulse,” he leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, the picture of cool, calm, and collected. You tried not to let your eyes linger on how deliciously his crisp white button stretched across his chest, “I’ll probably get another forty papers on George Washington.”

“I do not envy you in the slightest then...Javi,” unsure if you were okay to his name you let it linger in the air slightly as he gave you a small smile, “I’ll try and make sure it’s not a complete mess then.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” he insisted, and suddenly you were unsure if you should just leave or stay. There really wasn’t any more reason to stay, now that you had figured out your topic...not that you apparently needed any help at all. Maybe you both just...wanted to be there. Drumming your fingers along the arm of the chair, you came to the conclusion that it was probably best to go. But before you could do or say anything else, he quickly asked, “do you like tea?”

“I do,” you grinned at his random question, “maybe even more than coffee.There’s nothing better than a good cup of tea at the end of the evening, especially now that’s turning to winter. Although I’m guessing you prefer coffee?”

“Lucky guess,” he clicked his tongue against his teeth, but the amusement on his face was still there.

“No,” you giggled lightly, “I’m just not blind - I’ve never seen you without a cup of coffee near you. Except today.”

“I suppose there’s a first time for everything,” he liked this; how easily you were able to tease him, how naturally you eased into conversation, despite the initial nerves, “what’s your favorite kind?”

“I dunno...I guess anything really,” you wondered why he was so curious, if he was just trying to be polite or he actually wanted you to stay there and speak to him, “I’ve really been liking matcha a lot.”

“Hmm,” he dragged his hand over his mustache and you couldn’t help but notice, as you had several times in the past, that there was no wedding ring, no suggestion that he’d ever worn one. Somehow it eased you ever so slightly, “sounds...interesting.”

“It’s really good,” you promised, “you should try it sometime. Well...thanks for all your help professor, I really appreciate it. Knowing I won’t be totally off the mark with this paper has made me feel better already.”

“Maybe I will,” he nodded as you slowly gathered your things and stood up, “anytime you need help, just let me know...”

“Thank you,” you heard him hastily grab a pen and then jot something down. The sound captured your attention and you turned around to see that he had piece of paper in his hand and was holding it out to you. Hesitating ever so slightly, you took it, your mouth gaping when you realized what it was, “professor...I don’t...”

“Javi,” he corrected firmly and you could barely keep yourself from combusting, “if you need any more help, at all, call me.”

“Y-yes,” your voice was a small, faltering little thing as you pocketed his phone number. Had your hot professor actually given you his phone number? The piece of paper burning a hole in your pocket firmly screamed yes, “thank you.”

Turning to leave again, he said your name softly, before you could step out of his office. Biting your lip, you turned around and found him with his hands on his hips, some sort of debate clearly raging inside from the look on his face, “are you...what are you...are you busy this weekend?”

“Umm,” clearly you needed to get your hearing check because there was no way in hell that Javier Peña, your professor, had just inquired about your weekend plans. Surely he just wanted to make sure you were dedicating your time to his assignment...right? There would be no good reason, no logical explanation for anything else, “I suppose I am. I’ve that paper to write, and some other assignments I’m trying to get a jump on.”

“R-right,” he ran his hand through his dark locks and let out a long breath, “good luck. See you in class.”

“Have a good weekend, Javi,” you offered him a small smile before stepping out and closing the door behind you. Your heart was hammering away and you could barely think straight before practically sprinting down the hallway. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and while a part of you was nervous, the majority was flushed with sheer excitement.

Once he no longer heard the sound of your feet retreating on the linoleum tile, Javi looked the door and leaned against, letting out a long groan as he realized what he had just done, “fuck. Fuck!”

He couldn’t believe that he had just willed up the audacity to all but throw himself at you. He felt like a fool, like an old fool, with remnants of his former self slowly bubbling up. But no - he wasn’t that man anymore. He was no longer taking his emotions out by aimlessly fucking women. He was older, albeit slightly, but more collected, more...of the version of him that he liked. But this? Giving his number to a student and basically asking her out? That hadn’t been part of the plan at all.

What if you didn’t feel the same way in the slightest? What if you were just actually being nice and wanted to succeed in his class? What if he’d made you uncomfortable? Surely he’d crossed just about every professional boundary he could think of...something not foreign to him by any means, but he just hadn’t planned on it happening anymore. Not like this.

But - you hadn’t spurned his advances, hadn’t turned him away, and you’d accepted his offer of coming back. Maybe he wasn’t reading the room wrong at all...maybe he wasn’t off the mark. But at the end of the day you were the student and he was the professor...it was wrong...but not really. Not if you were both consenting adults after all.

Shaking his head to himself, he slammed his fist against the frosted glass and willed himself to pull himself together. He couldn’t be going around like this, feeling like a teenager with a crush on a pretty girl. No - he had to be Professor Peña...a good man who only made the right decisions.

But then...why was this so hard?

»»————-　♡　————-««

Javier felt lost...almost awkwardly out of place as he browsed the small aisles of the tea shop. He was not a large man any means, but he felt like a bull in a china shop as he looked at the all small colorful boxes, teas, and goods. Squinting and furrowing his brow as he pulled out his glasses, he sighed when he could finally read the small lettering clearly.

“Do you need any help finding anything?” the shrill voice was enough to have him startled and almost drop the tin in his hands. Recovering quickly, he was about to shake his head and tell her no, but he knew he was lost as could be. Instead he slowly set the tin back down and nodded, “what are you looking for?”

“I’m not sure, honestly,” he admitted, having no clue as what to you liked besides this so called matcha. He should have investigated further somehow...but that felt like it would be too obvious, instead he opted to go in blind, just like he had with so many things in the past, “I know I’m looking for some matcha and then if you have any suggestions or recommendations...”

“Shopping for yourself?” she asked and he cringed internally - he wasn’t about to spill everything to this sales woman. Oh yeah, some for myself and then some for student I seem to really like.

“More or less,” that was as much as he was willing to offer, “just giving this tea thing a try.”

“Well, I can assure you, we have some of the finest teas around,” she grabbed his arm and started leading him to a different section of the store. Javi could hardly keep up at the sudden jerk and let himself be dragged like a rag doll, “there are several types of match here, ceremonial and culinary grades. There’s also a ton of different blends, so you can try out whatever kind of flavors you like. Do you like peach?”

“I love peach,” he narrowed his eyes as he read between the lines of her statement. She was either oblivious or brash, but she offered him a flirtatious smile anyway, “I like berries most of all...”

“Well, we’ve got all the finest fruit and herbal teas in all of Texas,” she insisted, “to suit whatever your needs are.

“It’s...ugh, the matcha is for me, the rest is a gift,” he finally admitted hoping that would throw her off the scent. She was attractive, in the most conventional sense, a bottle blonde with a dazzling smile and ruby red lips that most men would adore. In another life, at another time, he might have even pursued her, spent the evening with her to quiet the demons in his mind. But now? Surprisingly...he couldn’t care less, and honestly hoped she would take the hint and leave him, “so I’m looking for...maybe a random assortment? Less common teas?”

“Wife? Girlfriend? Coworker?” Javi fought hard not to roll his eyes at her inquisition, but instead offered up a saccharine smile of his own as he shook his head. She perked up slightly at the revelation, “so...just a gift?”

“Yes, she’s...special,” he didn’t know how else to describe but it bottle blond finally understood what he meant and nodded, “so I just...want to get her something she’ll like. She’s the one that told me about the matcha.”

“Sounds like she has good taste,” her response was a little more curt this time, as she came to the conclusion that Javier was decidedly not interested in her and was unlikely to make a move. Pointedly to the back of the store, she didn’t even bother to feign enthusiasm, “that area has all the more specialty teas and less common finds. You should be able to find something there. Let me know if you have other questions.”

Turning on her heel she left him again, and Javi couldn’t help but smirk lightly to himself at her annoyance. He thumbed through the various boxes, tins, and packages of matcha, wondering what you would pick out. Reading the descriptions was no help, but eventually he settled on something basic to try. He figured that was a good place to start.

But before he left the tea shop, one he’d meandered into Austin to find, after hearing from several people that it was the best, he made his way to the back of the shop and spent probably more time than necessary browsing their selection. He hoped you would like it...that it would be worth it. Something in his gut told him to do it, and he worked to drown out that inner little demon that told him what he was doing was wrong.

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Butterflies were fluttering wildly in your stomach as you walked into class on Monday afternoon, unsure of what to expect. Would Javi be the same as always? Almost bored and tired? Or would he have some sort of renewed sense of vigor?

You’d thought about calling him all weekend, pretending that you needed some sort of help, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Instead you’d kept his number pinned to the cork-board in your room. Your eyes had wandered over to it on numerous occasions, but something held you back. You knew it wasn’t wrong...not inherently anyway, but you just couldn’t do it. Maybe you could see how today went and go from there....yes, today would be telling.

But when you arrived at your seat, your eyebrows rose so high they almost disappeared into your hairline. Sitting on the desk you always occupied was a neatly wrapped bundle of tea boxes, topped with a large bow. You could see that it was several different varieties, all unusual, but somehow picked out with care. A face splitting grin appeared on your face as you picked it up and clutched to your chest, the faint smell of the teas hitting your nose.

You turned around and let your eyes wander to the front of the room where you spied Javi setting out his notes for the day on his lecture. Almost as if he could feel your eyes on him, he looked up and offered you the best smile you ever seen. He had dimples...you never would have know before. You already loved them.

You pointed at the bundle in your arms and mouthed a silent you? to which you were sure a flush of color rose up in his golden cheeks. He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before giving you a singular nod before turning his efforts back to his notes. You slipped into your seat and put the present into your bag, making sure not to crush any of the boxes. A weird sense of warmth settled within you as you listened to him begin.

You always knew that he kept his gaze trained in your direction when he taught, but something was different today. It was almost as if he was teaching, but only to you, his dark eyes almost never wavering from yours. You wanted to take diligent notes, truly you did, but there was something magnetic about him, and just couldn’t look away. Instead it was almost two hours if you making eyes at your Professor. Shameless, you thought to yourself, but so is he.

Maybe you hadn’t been reading the signs wrong after all.

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tsumtsumland · 4 years

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In Tears and Bad Endings

Summary: You and Iwaizumi have a peculiar relationship but it’s no longer working for you.

Pairing: Hajime Iwaizumi x f!reader

Genre: Angst (set in collegeverse)

Warnings: mentions of smut, adult situations, angst.

Word Count: 2.2k

You gave yourself a once over in the mirror, deciding that the cute dress you were wearing was good enough for tonight. You and Hajime had been seeing each other for almost a year now, and no matter what you wore he always said you looked beautiful, but you still liked to make the effort. You met him through a mutual friend last year at a volleyball game between your college and his, and you both hit it off instantly. No one knew you were seeing each other until several months into it, and the only reason anyone found out was because one of his friends, Hanamaki, had run into the both of you together. You usually met at hotels because of the distance between your respective universities, but now that you thought of it, this was always Hajime’s idea and you just went along with it. The drive this time was a bit longer than the last, and it gave you some time to think about things between you both, or overthink in your case.

The last time you both met was about a month ago and you did bring up the issue, but you quickly diverted from the topic, not wanting to ruin the mood. You regret that now. When you hear your friends talk about their relationships, you realize that it’s nothing like yours. They go on dates, and talk to each other all the time, not saying that you and Hajime don’t talk, you do, a lot, but mainly in person since neither of you were big phone people. Most of the talking you did was when you met him ever so often. Apart from that, you both seem to live separate lives, apart from random texts and the occasional phone call. At the beginning it was great, you were both on the same page, deciding that this is how it would be because school came first, and meeting each other often was not ideal with the distance. Lately you’d been wondering if you were even together, or if it was just physical.

The sound of your car engine slowly dying down kickstarts your anxiety, and you end up sitting in the parking lot trying to calm yourself down before entering the building. The hotel is nice, not too shabby, but not too fancy either. You would know, you had been to both types before. This is a usual occurrence, he sends you his location, and you show up at the designated place. You always ask why it has to be like this and he always gives you the same answer, “It’s easier this way y/n.” At this point you no longer question it because you know his answer wouldn’t change. Since your last meeting with him, these thoughts had been eating you up and you had made the decision that as much as you loved him, this was just not working out for you anymore. You pick up your phone and glance at the time, you had been sitting there for almost half hour, he was probably mad. This time you didn’t care so much.

When you finally made it up to the room, you barely had time to knock properly and the door was swinging open. The annoyed look on his face was hard to miss. “Haji—” you gasped when he smashed his lips on yours, pushing you back against the now closed door. You cursed at yourself internally at how easily your body responded, melting into the kiss and his embrace. All coherent thoughts were soon drowned out by Hajime’s roaming hands, leaving a trail of fire on every inch of skin he touched.

You lie back on the comfortable hotel bed when you were finished, trying to even out your breathing. Your eyes land on the other occupant of the bed who was in a similar situation, breathing heavily, covered in a thin layer of sweat. He was gorgeous, looking like a work of art, all sculpted and bronze, illuminated by the dim lamp on the bedside table. It made your heart hurt. You turned your head away closing your eyes tightly, in an attempt to fight away the uncomfortable heaviness in your chest. Hajime noticed your change in demeanour almost immediately. Of course he did, he was observant, and he knew you better than almost anyone, those were some of the things that made you fall for him in the first place. You’re not sure how it turned out like this, these secret meetings in random hotels but you knew for sure that they were no longer working for you.

“What is it?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. His hand comes up to caress your cheek and you find yourself involuntarily moving away from his touch. Ironic, considering that you two were just about as close as two people could be. A look of surprise and hurt flashes across his face but he masks it as soon as it comes.

“It’s nothing,” you mumble, sitting upright and pulling the sheets up to cover you. Suddenly you felt naked in the worst way possible. You glance around the room trying to locate your clothes and he sits up next to you, reaching over the side of the bed to grab his boxers and pull them on.

“It’s not nothing,” he says firmly, trying to catch your eyes. He knew you too damn well, it was almost impossible for you to not spill the beans if you looked at him.

You get up gingerly, trying not to wobble. The weakness that still lingered in your legs made this harder than it normally would be. Usually he would massage them for you but right now you just wanted to find your clothes.

“Y/n...”

You spotted your dress lying haphazardly on the floor and headed towards it, ignoring him. As you were about to bend down to pick it up you felt a hand on your wrist. “Let go,” you muttered quietly, your voice hoarse from overuse. He didn’t budge, he leaned down and picked your dress up and handed it to you.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Hajime asked, turning you around gently by your shoulders to face him.

You refused to make eye contact with him, choosing instead to look at the tacky patterns on the carpet. “I’m going to go change,” you told him, avoiding the question yet again. You walked quickly to the bathroom closing the door behind you. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, leaning back against the wall. Your reflection in the mirror stared back at you conveying just how conflicted you were on the inside; it was no wonder the man noticed so easily.

The sheet dropped to the floor and you inspected your body in under the light in the mirror for any marks that might be evident. There were a few on your collarbones and thighs but they were easily hidden by your clothes. You washed your face and pulled your dress back on, hoping to look a little more alive before you went back out to him.

When you were satisfied with your slightly better appearance you walked back into the room. Hajime was sitting on the bed, fully clothed now, looking quite perplexed. You frowned knowing the reason for it was you. You never wanted to cause him any problems, but this was just too much for you now.

“Hajime…”

He looked up at you waiting for you to continue. You felt your heart sink at the words you were about to say.

“I’m done.”

He looked confused for a moment before his eyes widened with realization. “What are you saying y/n? This is a joke right?” he asked laughing a little.

“I’m…not joking,” you answered stiffly, effectively wiping the humour right off his face.

“What’s wrong? I thought we were good?”

“Maybe for you we are, but not for me,” you sighed, “This whole meet up and fuck thing just isn’t making the cut for me anymore.”

“What? I thought we agreed that it was easier this way y/n?” he asked, and you could hear the irritation start to seep into his voice.

You looked at him for a moment before being unable to withhold it anymore. “For who?! I only agreed to this because I thought things would progress from here Hajime! Let me ask you something…do you even like me at all?”

Hajime looked at you wide-eyed at your outburst. You held your breath waiting for his response, but after about a minute you realized there was none to come. You bit your lip and nodded, “I understand,” you whispered, but it was loud enough in the silence of the room. You quickly gathered the rest of your clothes that were strewn about the room and tossed them into your bag. Hajime’s eyes followed you around the room silently and you tried to ignore the feeling of being watched. All you wanted was to get out of there as fast as possible.

You made a beeline for the door, not even bothering to say goodbye, not like there was any point now anyway. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him open his mouth as if to say something, but you didn’t wait.

The moment you got into the car the flood of tears you’d been holding back came cascading down your cheeks. Your entire body shook with choked sobs and you struggled to get yourself together. After several minutes you finally stopped sobbing and managed to drive out of the hotel parking lot, but not long after you found yourself in tears again. The blurry lights of a 24-hour convenience store caught your eye and you pulled into the parking lot, you were heartbroken, but you knew better than to drive in this condition. The loud ringing of your phone startled you, Hajime’s name showed up in the caller ID with that stupid little heart you put next to it, which made you sob even harder. He kept calling, a total of eight times before you finally shut your phone off.

It took about two hours before you were calm enough to resume your drive back to your place. You felt completely drained, you had no tears left, your body felt numb as you dragged yourself up the stairs of your building. A hot shower and your bed were all you needed right now, perhaps you’d feel better in the morning.

The days came and went with no word from Hajime after that night. Soon those days turned into months, and you somehow managed to hold your life together long enough to get through the semester, with good grades too. You were proud of yourself. It was no easy feat, being completely shattered on the inside and having to act like nothing was wrong.

After some time, the pain numbed, but never fully went away. You spent your days absorbed in your work, and the rest of the time just going through the motions like a zombie. You wanted closure but you knew Hajime, and after he reached out that night and you declined his calls, the chances of getting any were very slim. With time, you came to accept that it was what it was, you couldn’t continue on like that, and from Hajime’s response or lack thereof to the entire thing, none of it was ever going to change.

Your and Hajime’s mutual friend, Ushijima, invited you to his final game of the semester. The game was again, against your university, just like the first time you met Hajime. You considered not going but your friends convinced you that maybe he wouldn’t be there. It was also the last time you would be seeing Ushijima for some time since he was moving to America for a bit to train and spend time with his dad, so you decided to go.

The game was intense, and the stadium was packed to maximum capacity with people from both universities. It was so crowded that even though your eyes scanned the faces, there was no sight of Hajime. A part of you was extremely relieved at this, whilst the other part was still nervous. You stood at the side of one of the bleachers wringing your hands, a nervous habit you’d always had.

“Are you okay?” came a voice scarily close to your ear, making you nearly jump out of your skin in fright.

You swung around holding your chest, “Oh my God! You scared me!” you gasped at the stranger, who rendered you speechless when you looked at his face. He was downright gorgeous, like something out of a manga. This thought shocked you, you had never even looked at another guy since you’d been seeing Hajime.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! It’s just you were standing here looking really nervous, I thought something was wrong,” the chocolate haired boy said, looking guilty. “The only way for you to hear me with the noise was to be this close.”

“Ah, it’s o-okay,” you answered, still disarmed by the boy’s looks and his closeness. “I’m alright.”

“Uh, okay, do you want to sit with me?” he asked nodding to a few empty seats in the row next to you.

You looked around once more, noting that there were barely any seats left and nodded. “I would, thank you…?”

“Tooru,” he smiled, and a flutter of butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“Y/n,” you supplied in return, taking his extended hand to lead you into the row.

Maybe things would be okay after all.

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starcherryberry · 4 years

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ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕤 → 𝕐𝔾 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕁𝕂 | 𝕄.

→ ❝ With your final semester left of university you expected to go through it easily however an issue with your credits leads you to take Professor Min’s Painting 101 course.❞

☾ Pairing: Professor!Yoongi Painter!Yoongi x Student!Reader x Student!Jungkook (this was suppose to be a yoongi x reader but somehow my mind wandered and jungkook came in lmao it be like that sometimes)

☾ Type: Poly!Relationship (literally you won’t see it until like the ending but oops)

☾ Genre: Smut ☆ Angst ☆ Fluff

☾ Word Count: 7.3k

↠ Warnings: there is an age gap between all characters involved, if you are not comfortable with that please refrain from reading. Dom!Yoongi, Dom!Jungkook, Big Cock!Yoongi, Big Cock!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, fingering, Public Sex in classroom, Body Worship (mainly JK), cockwarming (sort of not really but like for a few mins) unprotected sex (jeez many times someone wrap their doodles please)

✉ Song Recommendations: (I love kdrama osts don’t hate me, also these are all spotify links so use youtube if you don’t have it) (Legit none of these fit the tone of the fic I just luv to recommend sht hehe)

♡ Weki Meki- Love Diamond

♡ Jus2- Take

♡ Junggigo- Too Good

♡ Punch, Glabingo- Beautiful Beautiful (watch hit the top it’s a beautiful kdrama hehe)

✉ Note: Anyways this is my first fic to be uploaded on tumblr! I spent a long time revising & working on this legit I have been staring at my computer for way too long and my eyes hurt because I wanted to get this out. It’s currently 4am as I upload this so if there are errors in the text I apologize in advance. (a girl is tired) Please don’t steal! This fanfic was inspired by the constant Youtube painting lives Yoongi has had. In the midst of writing I added Jungkook because he added more into the story. I was thinking of making this into a Occupation!BTS collection where I can make one for each member with different story lines. Let me know if you want me to do so in the comments below! (okay im talking to much bye)

“Y/N it seems like you still need 4 more credits added to your schedule to be eligible to graduate this semester.” your advisor told you. You honestly didn’t know you still needed more credits to graduate, you never cared to look. So when it came to registering, you signed up for the courses you needed as part of your International Studies degree.

“What courses are still available for registration?” you asked even though you knew the number of courses to be left must be very few. “Well there is one course open, it’s Professor Min’s Painting 101. He’s a new professor here so it makes sense as to why not many students signed up with him yet. Even though this course isn’t a requirement for your major, it will definitely cover up for the credits you need Y/N so I suggest you sign up for this. His course runs every Friday at 1 pm-3 pm” your advisor said as she handed you a summary of Professor Min’s course.

You looked over the summary of the course to know what you’re getting yourself into. It was a 101 class so of course, you will be in a class full of freshmen. That wasn’t too exciting however you didn’t mind painting, you are actually quite great at it as a hobby. With one last look at the sheet, you turn to your advisor “Okay I’ll take the course”.

It was finally Friday and today includes your very first class with Professor Min. Unfortunately, you couldn’t go on Rate My Professor to see what kind of teacher was he since he’s new. ‘I swear if he’s an asshole, I’m gonna give him a fucking one’ you thought to yourself.

You were standing right in front of his classroom, sighing you stepped in to see a couple of students already seated. You tried looking for a seat next to an empty one only to see none, so you had to sit next to someone. Looking around the classroom to observe the students there, you saw a boy with long hair covering his eyes. ‘He looks like someone who won’t speak to me that’s perfect’ you thought as you made your way over and sat next to the boy.

The boy looked up, staring at you for a bit before speaking “Hello! My name is Jungkook” he said smiling. ‘Oh for fuck’s sake, I forgot how friendly these freshmen are on the first day because they have no friends’ you thought. “Uh, h-hi my name is Y/N” you waved slightly at him.

“Are you majoring in arts too?” he asked, his eyes were wide in a cute way. “No, actually I’m an International Studies major. I’m only taking this course for extra credits to graduate” you smiled at him. “Oh...so you must be older than me” he chuckled. You had, to be honest, his laugh was pretty cute. “Yeah I’m 22 however I’d like to think I was younger” you laughed and Jungkook laughed with you. You and Jungkook continued to talk until class began.

Suddenly the door opened and revealed a man who looked young with long brown and blonde hair. ‘Fuck he’s hot’ you thought as your gaze focused on him walking in. Jungkook leaned in and whispered in your ear “He’s quite the eye candy right” and you nodded. What else were you supposed to say of course you didn’t expect your painting professor to be a man who looked like he was in his mid 20’s.

Professor Min’s eyes scanned the classroom before stopping on you for a bit. You could feel your face reddening as you felt his gaze on you. ‘Fuck stop thinking like this Y/N’. As you looked up at Professor Min he broke the stare and sat at his desk. “Okay, my name is Professor Min and welcome to my Painting 101 class, this course will include beginner level painting. You will learn the steps to becoming a better painter. I expect each and every one of you to come out of this class with at least more confidence in the arts.” he said as he looked over the class.

Professor Min then took out his clipboard with the attendance sheet. He checked off each student one by one before hovering over your name tilting his head before looking up at you “Miss Y/N?” You immediately looked up at him “Yes?”. “It says here you’re a senior majoring in International Studies, is there a reason why you’re taking my course?” he asked still having his gaze on you.

“Ah um well I needed an extra course to get enough credits to graduate this semester and your course was the only option. However, I really like to paint as a hobby so I thought this class would be easy to take!” You answered trying to sound like you’re happy with taking the class. Professor Min nodded to your response “I see well welcome to the class as well” he smiled before standing up.

“So for today’s class, we’ll start easy. Each of you will be doing individual work today by making a simple painting of your choice. I decided to make this a first-day activity because I want to see where you are in terms of levels of performance with painting however expect me to make some comments as this is a college course not a high school course. This will be due in class today. I expect each of you to explain your paintings and why you made them the way they are. You have 2 hours, so please get to your stations, the materials needed are on the carts in the corner.” Professor Min stated as he went back to his desk and started to go over some paperwork while we all began to work.

The two hours of painting were almost up and to be honest you were very satisfied with your painting. You painted two pink roses tied together that were falling from the sky. ‘Professor Min is going to love this’ you smiled at the thought. Jungkook looked over your shoulder to see what you painted and laughed a bit. “That’s definitely very simple but it’s cute Y/N,” he laughed giving you a light pat on the back. You turned to see what Jungkook painted to see that he made a fucking portrait of himself A PORTRAIT! “What the fuck Jungkook how did you get that done within just 2 hours?” you ask as now you felt not so confident in your painting anymore. “Well, I am a visual arts major what did you expect” Jungkook laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay the 2 hours are up, I will start walking around the class to individually speak about your paintings. Once I grade them you can leave the classroom. I will post your homework for the week on canvas so make sure to check!” Professor Min said as he started to walk around the classroom to grade students.

Soon enough he reached Jungkook and he had no problem explaining his portrait of himself. “I really love the details of your painting Jungkook, I can see you will probably be one of the more advanced skilled students in our class, your grade for this assignment is an A” Professor Min smiled as he then turned to your painting. Jungkook had packed up his things and waved at you before leaving the classroom.

It was just you and Professor Min in the classroom so the amount of nervousness you felt was really high. “Alright Y/N explain your painting to me” he asked as he looked directly at you. “Well, as you can see I painted two pink roses tied together that are also in the midst of falling from the sky. I actually didn’t know what to paint at the beginning if I had to be honest but I just let my head flow with whatever came to my mind first which was roses. Roses signify love, I’ve actually never felt that before but pink roses comfort me a lot which is why I painted them falling from the sky. The roses are not within the grass they are falling because they haven’t gotten to me even though I think about them a lot.” You were satisfied with your answer as you smiled at Professor Min.

He nodded and looked at your painting again. “I like the story behind this painting Y/N however I feel like you can add more detail in your painting. Maybe add something else to pair with the flowers or add some scenery behind it so it doesn’t look like a plain sky. I see lots of paintings like this Y/N and it’s too simple for the meaning behind it when other paintings look exactly like this. Try and add more of your other feelings to this. I will give you a C for this however if you take it home and re-do it, I can consider regrading your work” Professor Min said as he wrote down your grade on his clipboard and smiled “I’ll see you next Friday Miss Y/N” he said as he walked back to his desk.

You just stood there trying to process what the fuck he just told you. It needed more detail, more work? You were sure you added everything you needed that was in your head. ‘I can’t believe this, Jungkook painted himself and got an A, what did I do wrong?’ you thought. “Miss Y/N are you alright?” Professor Min spoke up as he saw you still standing at your station. You snapped out of it and nodded over at him “Y-yeah I was just thinking of something else sorry, have a nice day!” you said as you grabbed your bag and your painting before rushing out the classroom. ‘I hope you choke on your fucking coffee Professor Min’ you thought as soon as you exited.

It was Friday again and throughout the week you worked on revising your painting as well as become close friends with Jungkook. “Did you get your painting done Y/N?” Jungkook asked as you sat down next to him. “Yeah, I was able to finish it hopefully he’s happy with this one even though I don’t understand what I did wrong in the first place,” you said sighing while taking your painting out and setting it next to your desk. “I thought it was fine even though it was simple, I think he’s just messing with you” Jungkook laughed. “If he’s messing with me I will chop his dick off for real,” you said frustrated.“ “I see I hope you don’t plan on doing that to me too” Jungkook laughed again. “As long as you don’t piss me off too much Kook then you’ll be fine” you smiled.

In the midst of talking, Professor Min walked in “Good Afternoon class, I hope you all have your homework ready to hand in. It will be the first thing we talk about in class today”. He said as he walked up to the chalkboard to write the word ‘blue’ on it. Shit shit shit, you forgot to do your homework because you were so focused on trying to redo your painting. Seeing you in distress, Jungkook handed you a sheet of paper and winked at you. You saw a post-it note on it and it said ‘I know you were trying to get your painting done all week so I did your homework for you!’. You smiled at the note before turning to Jungkook to give him a finger heart.

“So today before we start class we will go over the homework. Before I do that please pass them up so I know none of you are going to try adding in answers.” Professor Min said as we all started to hand our homework up. “This week’s homework was to give off your own meaning of the color blue, what does it mean to you and why did you think of that when you see or think of the color blue? Compared to many other colors, blue seems to be misinterpreted the most so I wanted to see what you all thought about it before we go more into observing colors” Professor Min said as he looked over the class before his eyes landed on you. “Miss Y/N what does the color blue mean to you,” he asked.

Trying to remember what you saw in your homework that Jungkook did you tried to answer. “When I see the color blue I think about the feeling of loneliness, it’s a color that for some reason emits sadness. Whenever I am alone and have no one, the color that first comes into mind to describe my feeling is blue,” you said as you exhaled feeling like you were holding your breath because you could still feel Professor Min’s intense gaze on you. He stared at you before responding “That’s an answer I expected, I am sure many of us had similar answers. The color blue definitely has a sort of tie to sadness however blue can have other meanings too, for example, it can symbolize healing.” Professor Min said.

“Since we have about an hour left, I’d like for you all to go to your stations, and paint a fruit that represents you, the fruit must contain one of the colors we talked about today. Expect that all your paintings in class to represent yourself, because painting expresses the feeling of the artist themselves.” Professor Min said as he smiled.

“This is going to be a piece of cake,” Jungkook said as he turned to his canvas. “Do you think he’s going to correct me on this painting too?” you asked Jungkook while getting your palette out. He shook his head “Nah, come on Y/N this is fucking fruit we’re talking about there’s no way he won’t give you an A”. You honestly hope Jungkook was speaking the truth.

The class was almost over and the fruit you ended up painting was strawberries. You thought it came out pretty cute. As you turned to Jungkook’s painting you tilted your head “Weren’t we supposed to paint only one fruit, why did you paint a whole fruits basket?” you asked. Jungkook shrugged “I didn’t know what fruit to paint, I feel like I am someone with many traits that can’t be linked to just one fruit, so hopefully Professor Min likes it.” he said.

Professor Min started to walk around the classroom in order so that meant you would be last in the classroom again. He reached Jungkook “Wow Jungkook it seems as you thought outside of the box, tell me what your painting means,” Professor Min said happily. Jungkook chuckled before responding “Well I feel like my life can’t be represented through one fruit, I like to think highly of myself so painting every fruit I could think of expresses that I am happy and that having all these traits is not a problem as long as I feel content with it” Jungkook explained.

Professor Min nodded “You impressed me yet again Jungkook, that’s an A” he smiled as he moved onto your station. Jungkook gave you a huge smile and a thumbs up before leaving the classroom. “Before you show me your fruit painting I want to see your revised painting of your roses Y/N,” Professor Min said. You handed him the painting of your roses. “I added a scenery behind the roses, as you can see I added an ocean behind them. You don’t see flowers growing near the ocean, I put them there because reaching the feeling of love is rare for me and it usually wouldn’t go too far so the roses would die even if they land in the sand or water.” You spoke hoping Professor Min can give you an A.

Professor Min sighed “I think you’re thinking to deep into your feelings Y/N, the painting is beautiful actually however I’m sure love will be successful to you one day. I will up your grade for this painting to an A” he said as he moved onto your fruit painting. “Thank you! For my fruit painting, I decided to paint strawberries, they represent happiness because whenever I go eat them I’m always reminded of the pretty things in life.” You stated happily. “I think that’s a nice way to go about it Y/N however I think your strawberries need a little more detailing maybe add a prop like how jungkook added his fruits into a basket. I’ll give this a C, feel free to re-do it, and turn it in next Friday.” Professor Min said as he turned away without letting you speak.

What the fuck a C again? You didn’t understand but you didn’t care. If Professor Min wanted you to fix it then you will because you simply just wanted to graduate.

As each week passed by you became more and more frustrated. No matter what you did with all your paintings Professor Min always gives you a C just to regrade to an A once you redid them. “I’m literally going to fucking kill him if he gives me a C one more damn time” you rolled your eyes as you started to eat your pizza.

“I think he’s hitting on you Y/N” Jungkook simply said as he sipped his banana milk. With that, you started to choke on your food “W-what?” you were sure that was not it, definitely, Professor Min hates you. “I don’t know it’s just weird that he keeps doing that and that he leaves you for last when it comes to grading. Plus you’re a senior right? Professor Min is only 27 there’s not too big of an age gap between the two of you.” he shrugged as he bit his pizza. “There’s no way in fucking hell he’s hitting on me, plus isn’t that illegal for a professor to do that?!” you questioned

“Not really as long as you both give consent to each other and keep it low it’s fine, plus you’re graduating so I don’t think he sees an issue.” Jungkook said as you hit him in the head with your phone “Well I promise you that’s not it, let’s not talk about this anymore kook” Jungkook grabbed his head chuckling while you just wanted to shut the conversation off because you honestly didn’t know how to feel if Professor Min actually liked you.

“Alright, so I will be walking around the classroom to look at the different birds each of you painted. This is the last assignment before I give you your final project next week, so I hope many of you improved with this assignment if it’s not good you may have trouble with the final as I will not be offering any regrading on it.” Professor Min firmly stated.

Time passed as he went to each student before reaching Jungkook. “What do we have here Jungkook?” Professor Min asked. “I painted a bluebird Professor Min, I thought it was perfect to paint as it symbolizes the arrival of spring but with the semester ending, I feel like I have put my all into all my works so the bluebird also symbolizes hard work!” Jungkook smiled while answering. “Nicely done Jungkook, you never fail to amaze me with your work. Your grade for this assignment is an A. I actually want to speak with you in my office tomorrow, even though you’re a freshman I feel like I wouldn’t mind having you as a mentor in my courses for next term.” Professor Min said as he smiled widely at Jungkook. ‘Thank you so much, I would love to help mentor students!” Jungkook smiled even his eyes fucking smiled.

Professor Min walked over to you pulling out your grading sheet. Jungkook packed all of his things happily as he made a big heart with his hands before leaving the classroom. He has a habit of cheering you on with a cute gesture before Professor Min grades you.

“Seems like you have a similar color palette as Jungkook, what bird did you paint,” he asked looking at you. “I painted a Blue Jay Professor Min they have a meaning of being fearless. The reason why I painted it wasn’t because of the meaning but because of the color blue. I was reminded back to the popular meaning of the color blue, sadness. Even though the Blue Jay is fearless it makes me think if it sometimes feels lonely while pulling that Fearless front. I always try to stay strong for myself and pull through but there’s a point where I feel stuck but I don’t want to speak about it. We all experience fear in our lives whether that be alone or with someone else.” You exhaled as you said all of that. ‘Gosh talking for that long while having Professor Min’s stare is having too much of an effect on you’.

“Wow Y/N the meaning you put to your painting is amazing, I love the connection” he squinted at the painted before continuing. “I think you should add something into the painting that shows what the Blue Jay may have a fear of. Other than that your grade is a C. You can come into my office after Jungkook tomorrow if you want to speak more into redoing this pro-” you cut him off as at this point you already had enough.

“Why a C, I don’t understand Professor Min please make me understand why you give me a fucking C every single time just for you to give me an A after I fix minor mistakes! This isn’t right and I want a true explanation why,” you yelled as you tried to slow down with your breathing.

“Y/N please lower your tone when speaking to me” he calmly said. “No! Just tell me why! I fix everything for you just for you to do the same shit all over again” you said already feeling tears coming up “Just why, please” you begged

“Y/N….your paintings always came out beautiful even without the regrading. I was interested in you on the first day of class when I noticed you were a bit older than all the other students, you stood out to me because this also isn’t your major of focus. You stood out in so many ways and I guess I wanted to get close to you. However, as my status as a professor, I can’t just do it so easily so my way of doing it was trying to keep you in the classroom and in contact with me as long as possible. I wanted to see you more Y/N because I like you.” Professor Min said as he looked into your eyes trying to at least find something.

“P-professor Min…” you stuttered surprised by his confession. “Please call me Yoongi Y/N, class is over” he stated as he got closer to you. “I don’t know what to say...Yoongi” you said moving your gaze to the floor, you couldn’t believe he was doing all this because he liked you, Jungkook was right. Yoongi grabbed your chin lightly as he lifted it before he placed his lips on yours. You kissed back slowly as Yoongi placed his hand behind your head to deepen it.

You could feel yourself starting to get hot as things got intense with the kiss and somehow you’re at Yoongi’s desk sitting on his lap. “Fuck Y/N you’re so beautiful did you know that I’ve been thinking about you like this for a while now,” he said in between the kiss as he could feel you trying to rut on his bulge. He chuckled “I bet your so wet right now Y/N look at you rutting against my cock that’s not even out for you yet.” You whined as you just wanted some pleasure, it’s been a while since you hooked up with anyone. “Yoongi please I just want your cock,” you said trying to rub your clothed core on his lap for stimulation. “Yeah? Want my cock right here huh when anyone can walk in and see my cock stuffed in your pussy?” Yoongi kissed your neck as you moaned. His words were so dirty which turned you on even more. “Yes yes Y-yoongi I need it!” you cried out.

“I need your pants off Y/N,” he said as he helped you take off your pants leaving you in just your underwear. You couldn’t believe you were doing this in a classroom with your own Professor. You helped Yoongi take his pants off and then you were left staring at his boxers. “Y/N take my cock out and suck” he demanded as he stared at you. You could tell he was already eye-fucking you. You put your hand into the opening of his boxers and pulled out his cock.

Fuck. He. Was. Huge

You didn’t waste time given the circumstances you’re in, you started to suck his cock. You couldn’t fit all of him it was too much however Yoongi grabbed the back of your head forcing his cock to go all the way in your mouth making you tear up. “Fuck Y/N that’s it take this cock, I think I’ll come soon” Yoongi growled as he guided your head down his cock. While you were sucking, Yoongi took out his phone to capture the sight of you. He never painted nude paintings because he wanted to wait for someone he loved to do so. Just by looking at you, he wanted to make you into art for only him to see.

You could feel Yoongi’s grip on your head tighten signaling that he was close to cumming. “Y/N where do you want me to cum sweetheart,” he asked looking down at you his hair sticking to his skin. You pointed to your mouth as you couldn’t form words obviously. “Your mouth is so good for me Y/N taking this cock so well” he grunted before he shot his cum into your mouth slowing down the pace of his hand on your head.

You swallowed every drop before lifting yourself onto his lap and leaning in to kiss him again. “Y/N I want my cock inside you,” he said as he grabbed your ass and positioned you over the tip of his cock before slamming inside you. “Yoongi! Fuck ugh!” you moaned out loud before Yoongi placed his hand on your mouth. “Baby you have to be quiet unless you want to let the whole school know your mine” he whispered in your ear. You moaned loudly into his hands, you couldn’t help it because Yoongi didn’t even let you adjust to his cock.

“Your pussy is so tight Y/N I might cum sooner then I thought” he moaned as he flips you over. Your face was now against his desk as Yoongi was fucking you from behind. “C-cum inside me Y-yoongi!” you cried out without thinking. Yoongi started to thrust harder and deeper “Shit okay Y/N, Do you like that? Having your professors cock inside your sweet little pussy to make you nice and full?” he growled as he started to slam his cock in and out your pussy. “Yes yes yes! I like that Y-yoongi! I-I’m going to cum fuck!” You suddenly saw white spots as your orgasm hit, you could feel Yoongi’s pace fastening as he started to spurt his cum into you.

Oh, fuck what have I done.

Yoongi pulled out slowly catching his breath before putting on his pants. “Y/N? Are you okay sweetheart?” he asked as he grabbed some tissues to clean you up. Without taking a glance at him you started to quickly put on your clothes. “Y/N?” he called out worried that you weren’t responding. “We can’t do this Yo- Professor Min it’s inappropriate and was a mistake I need to go,” you said as you teared up. You quickly grabbed your things ignoring Professor Min’s calling out.

You dialed Jungkook’s number hoping he would pick up. “Hey Y/N finished with talking with Professor Min?” he answered as you sniffled. “Y/N? Are you okay? Do you need me to take you back to your dorm?” he asked. “Please hurry Kook, I c-can’t do this” you pleaded. Jungkook comforted you through the phone as he went over to pick you up.

“So you had sex with Professor Min?” Jungkook blinked repeatedly as he was trying to take in the whole story. You nodded wiping your tears “It was wrong but it felt so good and it’s bothering me kook, I don’t know what to tell him.” Jungkook handed you a tissue “Y/N there’s obviously feelings between the both of you the only thing stopping you are each other statuses. The fact that Yoongi didn’t kick you out of the classroom and offered to clean you shows that he isn’t one of those people. I’m sure he’s hurt too Y/N. The best advice I can give is for both of you to give each other space until you’re ready to confirm your feelings back. If you realize the relationship is no good then let him know.” he stated as he gave you a hug. “Thank you, Kook. I’m surprised you don’t have a girlfriend when you’re so nice” you tried to smile as you were in Jungkook’s arm.

“I do have a crush on someone but I don’t think she likes me back” he sighed. “At least try but don’t fuck up like me” you chuckled. Jungkook nodded the problem was that you didn’t know that you were his crush. Jungkook was in love with you but he knew that it was never going to happen.

It was suddenly Friday again which means you had to see Yoongi. You were nervous you had no contact with him since you two had sex. You walked into the classroom seeing Jungkook give you a warm smile. Jungkook pointed in front of you so you looked over just to see Professor Min was early however he looked less like his happy self.

“Alright, so today’s class will be short because I will assign you all your final projects. For this project, you must make a collage of a color with multiple shades that speak words. You have 2 weeks to complete this project class dismissed.” Professor Min said as he gathered his things and left the classroom.

“Woah that was quick, Professor Min always uses his full class time no matter what,” Jungkook said as he sighed. “I think it’s because of me Kook, fuck what have I done. I really fucked everything up I’m sure instead of a C he’s going to give me an F.” You felt like crying, to be honest. “Hey, it’s okay. Want to come over my place to destress? We can watch Disney movies?” Jungkook smiled as he wanted to make you happy. You nodded “That would be great Kook” you smiled.

You and Jungkook were currently on the 5th Disney movie for the night. “Why can’t my love life be like a Disney movie, I feel like my story with Yoongi is like one of those tragedies before they get remade into a Disney Movie” you sighed reaching for some strawberries. Jungkook’s grip tightened on his cup of juice, he hated how you only spoke about Yoongi since the incident occurred. “Y/N if you keep thinking about Professor Min you’ll only stress yourself out more, give it a rest for just a bit, and maybe talk with him when finals are done?” he suggested.

“The problem is that he’s all I ever think about Jungkook, I really thought I could forget about him even while watching these movies but it’s worse now.” you sighed. Jungkook looked at you for a moment before suggesting something that made you confused. “Then let me help you forget,” he said as he looked into your eyes. “Jungkook?” you were confused by what he meant, as you laid your eyes on him his lips were against yours. Unlike the kiss with Yoongi, you weren’t responding back. “Please Y/N…..just for today...let me do this,” he asked as his eyes looked into yours searching for permission to continue. Jungkook was younger than you by a few years but you trust him and know he means no harm and that he just wants to help. You nodded as you kissed Jungkook back.

In just about 5 minutes both yours and Jungkook’s clothes were discarded on the floor. “Fuck Y/N is this what you let Professor Min see? He doesn’t deserve to see your beautiful body.” Jungkook said as he placed his mouth over your nipple. You moaned out “J-Jungkook!” as Jungkook started to suck on your breasts “Did Professor Min worship your breasts like this? I bet he hasn’t huh” he chuckled as he gave you small bites over your chest. Your hands reached to Jungkooks bottom half as you tried to grab his cock. He wasn’t as big as Yoongi but definitely Jungkook’s cock was thicker making your pussy clench around nothing. “Eager aren’t you Y/N? Just want my cock in your tight pussy right?” Jungkook smirked.

“Please Jungkook no teasing I just want you inside” you whined as you could already feel some of your arousal slipping out. Jungkook laid your body onto the couch. He left for a bit to grab something only to come back with a blindfold. “A b-blindfold?” you titled your head.

“I know you don’t love me Y/N, I’m only helping you take your mind off things so I thought having you wear the blindfold would help because I don’t want anything to change between us,” he said as he placed it over your eyes. “Thank you Kook, don’t worry I won’t forget about you and I feel bad for even letting this happen, I don’t want to lead you on,” you said sadly. “Y/N I wanted this too I promise you I’m okay with this,” he said softly.

Jungkook wasted no time as he hovered over you inching his cock slowly inside you. He groaned “Mm Y/N your so fucking wet just for me, look at how easily you’re taking this cock”. You moaned as you felt Jungkook stretching you out, you could only see darkness which caused you to clench on him. He hissed “Y/N please don’t clench like that baby I might cum within seconds.” he laughed. His laugh brought a smile to your face, you definitely felt comfort in Jungkook’s arm.

Jungkook spent his time thrusting into you repeatedly, you could feel yourself about to cum soon as your walls started to tighten around Jungkook’s cock. “K-kook I’m going to cum” you moaned as you gripped Jungkook’s back hard. “F-fuck okay I think I’m going to cum soon too Y/N, want me to cum inside you?” he asked heavily panting as he continued to thrust into you. “Yes come inside me I know you want to Kook” Jungkook’s heart felt like it was going to explode he was doing this for you but he smiled as you cared about his feelings too. You knew that the both of you probably won’t ever do this again which is why you agreed.

Jungkook changed positions as now you were sitting on his lap, He grabbed your waist making sure to help you with the pace. You wrapped your arms around him as you felt your orgasm hitting you “Jungkook ugh cum in me now” you whined as Jungkook thrust you through your orgasm and then cumming inside you.

You laid on top of Jungkook with his cock still inside you catching your breath. “You good Y/N? Let’s get you cleaned up, you can stay over if you want for the night I’ll sleep on the couch.” Jungkook offered as he slipped your blindfold off. You nodded already feeling sleepy “Thank you kook, and I’m so so sorry. I really hope one day a person who deserves you a lot will love you” you teared up saying it because you didn’t want to hurt him he’s your friend who loves you and you weren’t sure if you liked him back.

Jungkook smiled as he slipped out of you “Y/N it’s okay I’m just happy that I could take your mind off things for a bit, if it all goes wrong just know I’ll welcome you with open arms” he said as he helped clean you up before handing you some extra clothes to put on.

2 weeks passed like it was nothing and soon enough it was Friday the day finals were due. “What color did you base your collage painting on kook?” you asked him. “Oh I based it on the color purple, apparently it signifies having creativity and I definitely think I represent that” he laughed. “You really love yourself, huh, but that’s a good thing so I can’t really make fun of you for it” you chuckled.

“What about yours Y/N?” with his question you paused before speaking “Well um it’s based around the color pink. I can’t go much into detail but basically this is my confession painting to Professor Min” you said blushing a bit, nervous to speak to Professor Min after weeks have passed. “Ah is that why you didn’t attach an explanation note to your painting,” he asked and you nodded. “Good luck Y/N, I hope everything works out and let me know if you guys get some,” he said wiggling his brows. You laughed and playfully pushed him.

Professor Min walked in and stood in front of the class. “Alright everyone today is your last class with me today. Don’t worry we aren’t going to be doing anything today. All you have to do is bring your canvas up to the front of the room and make sure your explanation notes are attached to your paintings. I hope you all have a wonderful summer break” Professor Min smiled as students started to submit their paintings and then walk out the classroom.

Jungkook patted you lightly on the back and gave you a thumbs up before leaving the classroom. You smiled and started to pack up your things slowly as you waited for Professor Min to notice that you didn’t attach a note to your painting.

“Miss Y/N please come to my desk, the rest of you drop your paintings here and go” he stated.

Here we go, you exhaled before walking over to his desk. “Yes Professor Min?” you asked fully knowing what he was going to tell you. “I don’t see an explanation note attached to your painting,” he said as he looked up at you for the first time in weeks. “I didn’t write one,” you said plainly. “Well since you didn’t write one I am going to have to give you a-” before Professor Min could continue you cut him off “I love you Yoongi,” you said looking at him for a reaction.

“Y/N wha-” he said in a surprised tone. “My painting, it’s my response back to your confession Yoongi. I found love and it’s you” you told him as you started to blush. “Really?” he asked and you nodded.

“Fuck come here Y/N” Yoongi called and you obliged and sat on his lap to start kissing him. “Gosh so that means your mines now?” he asked as he started to undress you. “Y-yes I’m yours now Yoongi officially” you let Yoongi undress you as you stared at his eyes while he was doing so. Yoongi paused as he saw bite marks over your chest. “Y/N where did these marks come from” as you didn’t answer he inserted two fingers into your pussy thrusting them in. “Who did it Y/N tell me right now or I won’t give you my cock,” he said sternly as you cried out “Jungkook Jungkook did them!”

Yoongi chuckled “Where’s your phone Y/N” you pointed to your desk. Yoongi pulled out his fingers as he made his way over to your desk. “What’s the password,” he asked. “Bluemyg” he typed in the password as he started to look for Jungkook’s number in your contacts and pressed call when he found it. Jungkook immediately answered of course because it’s you.

“Did everything go well Y/N?” Jungkook asked. “Come to my class Jungkook right now,” Yoongi said as he hung up the phone turning it on silent. “Yoongi what are you doing?” you wanted to know why in the world did he call Jungkook over when you’re naked on his desk. Yoongi didn’t answer you back and slid his cock inside you “Fuck even after Jungkook fucked you he left you nice and tight for me” Yoongi chuckled.

Jungkook entered into the classroom to see Professor Min with his cock inside you. “H-huh,” Jungkook said as his eyes were blown wide. “Jungkook put your cock in her mouth,” Yoongi said not giving Jungkook an explanation. Jungkook just stood there trying to process what’s going on.

You moaned out “Jungkook just do it, it’s okay!”. With permission on your end, Jungkook unzips the front of his pants and pulls his cock out. He made his way over and placed his cock right above your mouth. “Y/N suck,” Yoongi demanded. You opened your mouth to take Jungkook in while looking up into his eyes.

“Isn’t she gorgeous Jungkook, taking two cocks at the same time with the door wide open for anyone to see,” Yoongi said as he continued to thrust into you. Jungkook nodded as he guided your head to suck his cock. You could barely think about anything when you had two cocks occupying your holes. You pulled away from Jungkook’s cock “I-I’m going to cum”. “Jungkook put your cock in her mouth again and cum when I say so okay?” Yoongi said as Jungkook agreed while thrusting his cock back into your mouth.

You started to clench harder around Yoongi’s cock as you whined while having Jungkook’s cock deep in your throat. “Cum” at that moment Jungkook and Yoongi started to pound into you and release their load. Your vision blacked out after your orgasm.

“Is she okay?” Jungkook asked as Yoongi closed the classroom door and pulled down the shades. “She’ll be fine, I think she was overwhelmed by taking the both of us,” Yoongi responded as he went over to you to start cleaning you up with wipes. “I’m not sure if Y/N will be okay with it, we’ll have to get her opinion on it, but I don’t mind having you in the relationship as well Jungkook I know you love her too,” Yoongi suggested. Jungkook’s eyes widened “R-really? Prof- Yoongi are you sure” Jungkook asked not expecting this. Yoongi nodded “I’m super sure” he smiled.

You opened your eyes to look to the right to see both Yoongi and Jungkook talking. “Did I pass out?” you asked making your presence known. Both of them looked at you and nodded. “Y/N how about adding Jungkook into our relationship?” Yoongi asked immediately. Your gaze turned to Jungkook expecting your answer “I-I don’t mind….I know you thought I didn’t love you Jungkook but after that night my feelings started to develop for you.” you smiled “I love you both” you said as you walked up to the both of them and kiss them both on the lips.

“Since we’re still sorta naked how about we make a body painting collage using all the colors we can” Jungkook suggested.

“I’m all in for it what about you Yoongi?” you asked looking at him. He laughed “Wow this is going to be a long day, let’s do it!”

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partners - lee jeno

Jeno x Reader (female)

Genre: highschool!au / writing partner!jeno / kind of a bad boy but not really / fluff / some angst + also slow burn ish

word count: 6.5k

note: this will be split into parts, i’m most likely only doing two parts so look out for it soon hehe <3 i also am considering doing a spin off with another member...you’ll see who hehe

summary: being enrolled into an extension writing class had its perks. you got to write about more mature topics, and associate with upperclassmen. but when your teacher pairs you with lee jeno, an unexpectedly brilliant writer, he had you second guessing everything. after all, he was just meant to be your partner, nothing more.

“new semester! i’m so excited” your best friend, jisung cheers as you both walk past the school gates.

“me too! i cant believe they let me into the extension writing class. they’re all upper class men” you slowly begin to get nervous. jisung rests his hand to your shoulder,

“don’t be like that, you are a good writer okay? they will be so impressed with your work” he attempted to cheer you up. you slowly nodded in agreement, it couldn’t be that bad right?

“and y/n, i thought we were going to try and find you a boyfriend this semester! that peach sweater is not doing you any justice” he teased, poking at your sweater.

“what? i think it’s cute! you just don’t have taste” you roll your eyes at his comment, not noticing that you were walking backwards. and before you knew it, you had tripped. you closed your eyes, knowing that whatever the outcome was, it was going to be embarrassing as hell. but you didn’t feel your body smack to the ground, instead there was a steady pair of arms, holding you up. you kept your eyes closed, unsure of how to proceed. the mysterious figure slightly coughed, signalling they were a lot closer than you thought. you opened your eyes cautiously, turning to face the person who had saved you from an embarrassing fall.

“i-i’m so sorry, my friend and i were just arg-“

“yeah i heard, don’t stress about it” the deep voice gave you a small shiver. lee jeno stood in front of you, in all his glory. he was dressed head to toe in black, as usual. but today, he wore a plain white shirt under his large jacket. he stared back at you, waiting for you to respond.

“ah well, thanks for catching me” you blurted, he just nodded before speaking,

“anytime. and by the way, i think the sweater is cute, peaches” he smirked before heading into school. you were left stunned. you turned back to jisung, who had the same reaction.

what just happened?

despite the fact that your strong point was writing, you couldn’t say you were doing particularly well in your other subjects. in conclusion, you were borderline average in everything else, mainly because you didn’t bother putting effort into your other subjects. jisung would badger you about your grades, non stop. he would send you some of his work as an example as well as constantly remind you of due dates. you were satisfied with just passing everything, it didn’t bother you so much.

“jisung! y/n!” you heard a familiar voice shriek through the halls. your other friend, sumi, ran up to you both, encompassing you in her embrace.

“i missed you guys” she pouted, as you and jisung just rolled your eyes.

“you literally saw us like last friday?” jisung teased, you softly nod along with the conversation, zoning out from time to time.

“anything happen before school? i’m sorry i couldn’t walk in with you guys” sumi sighed, as jisung smirked.

“yeah y/n fell on lee jeno” the boy began chuckling, sumi following in suit. your eyes widen, as you smacked jisung’s shoulder.

“i wish i was there, i live for clumsy y/n moments” sumi continues to mock as jisung ruffles your hair.

“thank you for always providing us with quality entertainment” jisung finally jabs before heading off to his next class. sumi ended up walking with you to your first lesson of extension writing. you cautiously stepped into the classroom, observing the students around you. the class divided, half seniors and half juniors. there weren’t that many people who qualified for the class in general, hence the handful of quote on quote ‘gifted’ students. you quickly took your seat, hoping that someone else hadn’t claimed it before you did. your thoughts were interrupted by someone slamming their bag on the desk behind you. you jolted up quickly, startled by their actions. you turned slowly to see who it was,

you have got to be kidding me.

“oh hey peaches” jeno greeted before taking his seat behind you. you didn’t know he was going to be in this class, heck you knew nothing about him.

“i have a name you know, it’s y/n” you respond, watching as his mouth turns up into a small smile.

“i’m jeno. and nice name, but i think i prefer peaches.” he smirked, before you could respond your teacher had just walked in.

“goodmorning class, what an exciting semester we will be having! now, i have read through your papers you all handed to me before the break. please take my criticism seriously if you want to succeed in this class” she sternly announced, beginning to walk around the room. you nervously started fidgeting, your lack of confidence overpowering you.

“y/n, i was quite disappointed with this piece of yours. it lacked a lot of emotion, i couldn’t really figure out what you were saying. i know you are a talented writer” your teacher, mrs kim, explained. you just nodded along, not feeling like anything you could say, would have made a difference.

“i-i’ll try harder” you quickly respond, looking over your paper intensely.

“i hope you will, that’s why i’m giving you a writing partner” you look up at her in confusion, as she diverts her eyes to the boy behind you.

“h-him?” you mumble, as she nods with her arms folded.

“me?” jeno raises his eyebrows before flicking his eyes to you.

“yes! jeno did the best on this task, and you both could learn some things from eachother” mrs kim smiled before walking over to another helpless student. you looked back at the boy, unsure of what else to say.

“i guess we’re partners then?” he mutters, looking over at you.

“i guess we are” you softly nod.

after class ended you practically sprinted to find your friends to inform them of your predicament.

“woah what is with you girls and wanting to see me so bad?” jisung mocks once again, resulting in another slap from you and a forehead flick from sumi.

“i got news” you begin, as you all walked to your usual lunch spot. you all sat, huddled together,

“okay spill” sumi demands, as she began eating her food.

“mrs kim made jeno my writing partner” you dropped, as your friends stared at you in shock.

“holy shit it must be like fate or something” jisung’s mouth was wide open.

“no guys please don’t joke! i’m already embarrassed as is! he won’t let go of the peaches joke and it honestly makes me wanna rip off this sweater” you pout, as your friends gently comfort you.

“y/n, don’t you think you’re being a tad dramatic? there must have been a reason that mrs kim paired you guys up! just take a deep breath and focus on the bright side” sumi lets you rest your head on her shoulder and you gently nod.

“thanks guys, i’ll let you know how it all goes” you sigh, moving to another topic.

you were seated on the steps out the front of school. students had all dispersed, rushing to get home. you were trying to get in contact with sumi and jisung but your bet was that they had probably caught the last bus. you let out a small sigh, why did your locker have to be so far from your last class?

just as you were about to call your mum to pick you up, you heard someone walk up to you, their figure blocking the ray of sun hitting you.

“hey peaches” jeno greeted, watching as you stood up to face him. he stood on some steps below you, making his face level to yours. he really didn’t want to leave you alone today did he?

“hey jeno” you responded, trying to slyly send a text to your mum.

“why are you here alone?” he questioned, stopping your actions.

“uh my friends caught the last bus without me” you explained, as he just nodded along with your words,

“so what are you going to do now?” you weren’t sure why he was so full of questions, but it did keep you intrigued,

“actually i was going to check out the new cafe in town, wanna come along?” you suggested, watching as he looked at you, confused.

“we can uh start our writing partner thing?” you blurted, now looking at his feet. jeno let out a soft chuckle before pulling you along with him.

“show me the way, peaches” he teased once more as you shrugged his hand off you and continued to walk.

as you both walked side by side, you were discussing the details of your paper.

“so what? i have to rewrite the whole thing?” you softly groaned, arms folded.

“pretty much. here’s a start, what annoys you?” jeno started questioning, leaving you a few moments to think.

“other than my writing partner?” you joked, as jeno rolled his eyes,

“you’re hurting me here” he clutched his chest while laughing. you both reach the cafe, making your way to one of the smaller booths near the back.

“okay to be honest, i don’t really like coffee that much” you admitted,

“why are we even here then?” jeno gave you a puzzled look,

“i don’t know, maybe it will give me some inspiration” you shrugged, jeno just shook his head before heading to the counter to order his own coffee. he spotted a blueberry muffin, opting to buy it incase you were hungry. he made his way back to the table, sliding the plate with the muffin, over to you. you were fixated on your paper, you didn’t notice at first until he let out a small cough.

“how’d you know i liked blueberry muffins?” you smiled, quickly taking a bite,

“i didn’t, i took a guess. seemed like you would like it” he softly smiled before sipping his coffee. you nodded at him before allowing him to read over your paper. he was actually quite helpful to your surprise. he didn’t completely cross out every single line, much like mrs kim. jeno had a way with words, thus making him a valuable partner. you couldn’t wait to work with him again.

[two days later]

you were woken up by the ringing of your phone. you rolled over to answer,

“get up sleepy head, we’re all walking to school today. jisung made us late so we missed the bus” sumi’s voice echoed through your phone. you slowly nodded, knowing she wouldn’t see you. you could hear jisung in the background, trying to defend himself,

“will we even make it in time?” you mutter, hopping out of bed and to your bathroom.

“all depends on you, we’re waiting outside now” sumi chuckled, as you quickly hung up. you rushed over to your window and there they were.

god they’re crazy.

you hurriedly attempted to pack whatever you needed, and changed out of your pyjamas. you opted to skipping breakfast that day, knowing that you could steal one of jisung’s random fruit snacks in his bag.

“finally!! the princess is ready” jisung mocks, as he begins to walk.

“what’s his problem today?” you mumble to sumi, trailing behind the taller boy, as he slipped in his earphones.

“he’s just mad at me because i got mad at him for missing the bus” sumi sighs, linking her arm with yours. sumi and jisung were best friends long before you had met both of them. they pretty much ‘adopted’ you into the group when they saw you sitting alone one day in P.E. they always bickered, so you just assumed this was one of their smaller arguments.

“why did you wake up so late anyway?” she changed the subject.

“parents were fighting again. i couldn’t sleep” you sighed as sumi soothingly pats your back. you often chose not to open up much about your parents, but it always felt nice to just finally let out some frustration. sumi and jisung understood you well, they always comforted you when it just got too much.

you pushed aside the feelings, and tried to continue on with your day.

you walked into school, noticing jeno seated near the steps. part of you wanted to go up and say hello, but you weren’t sure if you should. but it didn’t stop jeno from taking notice. he watched as you walked right past him with sumi linked to your side. jeno wanted to continue your conversations for the assignment, but he didn’t feel comfortable pulling you away from your friends. so he waited until you were alone, which coincidentally happened to be after your history class, which was located right next to his locker. he saw you leaving the classroom before he rushes to you. you weren’t aware he was approaching so you both ended up colliding, your butt falling straight to the ground.

“we have to stop meeting like this, peaches” jeno teases, helping you stand. you glare at him playfully,

“you bumped into me! i know i’m not that clumsy”

“it’s okay, it can be our thing” he bit the inside of his cheek softly as you both began to walk together.

“what? us constantly body slamming into eachother?” you raise an eyebrow, as the boy pouts.

“it doesn’t matter! we just gotta have a thing. after all we are partners” he walked with you until you both reached your locker.

“i don’t see that as an obligation, but also don’t take it as a rejection either. we’ll have a thing soon, we just have to get to know eachother better” you smile, opening up your locker to place you books inside. jeno leans against the wall, eyes fixed on you.

“you move fast, peaches. i like it” he chuckled as you softly hit his shoulder.

“you’re overdoing it, you can buy me another blueberry muffin at the cafe today” you smiled up at him, he couldn’t help but smile back.

“don’t you think you owe me for the muffins?”

“but jeno! that can be our thing” you gave him a small pat on the back before walking off to meet with your friends. jeno was left stunned. why were you able to make him speechless?

luckily, you and jeno were able to be seated at the same table from last time. he bought another blueberry muffin for you, and another coffee for him. this time you split the muffin, offering him the other half. jeno gladly accepted, munching on the delicious treat.

“have you decided how you want to restart your paper?” jeno begins, sipping on his coffee.

“not really, i’m still quite stuck” you sigh, poking the fork at your muffin.

“hmm okay, let’s start small. how about family?” he suggests, causing you to look to him.

“well i live with my parents, and i have an older brother, but he’s overseas studying” you reluctantly told him,

“is it hard? not having your brother around?” jeno continues, intrigued by the dynamics.

“kind of. i just miss him a lot, he calls me often just to check up on me. but it’s not the same as having him in the house, you know?” you look back down to your muffin. jeno can sense you were getting uncomfortable. he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when you started ranting,

“you know what’s the funniest part? my parents have pretty much forgotten he exists. i’m over here, missing the hell out of him and they just pretend he was never here” your stomach felt uneasy, holding back all the pain you felt for the past few months. jeno gave you a solemn look, unsure of what to say.

“but he’s their child? they can’t just not care for him” the boy across from you looked concerned. you shook your head,

“they love him. i know they do. they’ve just been so caught up in their arguments and constantly working. the stress has taken a toll on them, and unfortunately, me” you let out. you weren’t so sure why you were spilling your entire month’s worth of journal entries to jeno. but you were glad you had someone to listen to you.

“i-i’m sorry for putting this all on you-“ jeno interrupts you,

“you shouldn’t apologise. use this emotion. use it to write your new piece” he encouraged, placing his hand on your forearm. it was just a small gesture, yet it made you feel warm inside.

“i think you’re into something” you cracked him a small smile before hitting down the suggestion.

“see, i’m a great partner” jeno chuckles,

“ehh still debatable” you retort, watching as his smile turns into a pout.

“but in all honestly, whatever happens at this table, stays at this table” jeno comforts, making eye contact with you. you nodded slowly, feeling more comfortable with his presence. he was a good listener, someone who didn’t talk back much. but nonetheless, you made a new friend.

it was the following weekend. you were sitting at your desk, brainstorming ideas for your new piece. you weren’t sure where to start, so you ended up scribbling down random words on a piece of paper to explain how you felt. you rolled your eyes at how hopeless this process was, opting to just clock off for the day. you called sumi, in hopes she would help take your mind off things.

“what’s up?” sumi greets through the phone,

“are you busy? is anything on tonight? i’m trying to get my mind off this stupid paper” you complain, as she giggles in response.

“i think one of jisung’s dance friends is having a party, i can ask him to pick us up?” she offers, as you nod your head.

“see you soon then” you hang up the call, rushing to your closet to throw on a plain white top and some ripped jeans. finally, chucking on a random coat, you made your way down stairs. you caught your dad, sitting alone, watching the television. you felt sorry for him, it seemed like he was doing everything to make things work. you approached him slowly, bidding him a farewell, telling him not to worry about you much. he just nodded, giving you a small wave as you exited the front door. you saw jisung’s car approach your driveway, you quickly settled into the back seat, greeting your friends.

“jisung, important question” sumi starts the conversation, as jisung pulls out of your driveway. the boy just huffs in response,

“is your friend, jaemin, hot?” she starts to giggle as jisung rolls his eyes.

“why are you asking?” he grumbled, as you just sat back to watch the bickering unfold.

“because if he is, i’m gonna go for it” sumi nonchalantly announces, leaving you with your mouth agape.

“don’t even think about it, jaemin is a hardcore player” jisung tries to divert sumi’s interest.

“screw you jisung!” sumi folds her arms, visibly annoyed at the boy’s remarks. you just let out a soft sigh, it was going to be a long night.

as the three of you entered the house, sumi pushed right past jisung, leaving you alone with him. he just looks over at you,

“what’s her problem?” he grunts, dusting off the sleeves of his jacket.

“you were being a bit of the dick to her in the car, maybe you should, i don’t know, be nice to her. she’s your best friend” you shove the clueless boy softly.

“but she keeps trying to talk to all these guys! like they can never treat her well like i-“ jisung stops himself as his eyes widen. you copy his expression.

“park jisung! do you have a crush on sumi?” you tease, poking his cheeks.

“ugh please don’t say anything. i want to get her to like me on her own”

he pouts as you nod. you appreciated how respectful he was.

jisung led you to the kitchen, where a lot of people had gathered surprisingly.

“that’s jaemin over there” jisung points out, strolling over to his friend. you straggle behind, trying not to squish between too many people.

“hey man! glad you could make it” jaemin pulls jisung in for a hug, his eyes now turning to you.

“this is y/n” jisung introduces as you leant to shake jaemin’s hand, but the boy didn’t take the hint, instead pulling you to his side.

“hi there” he smirks, as you just nodded. his attention was yet diverted again,

“jeno!! my boy” jaemin practically yells in your ear, causing you to spring away from

his grasp. you watched as jeno approached the group, greeting jaemin first before giving jisung a small nod. he walks over to you and stands by your side.

“hey peaches” he spoke, leaning down to your ear. you smiled up at him, saying a quick hello. jisung started smirking at the both of you, teasingly raising his eyebrows. you give him a quick death stare before he turns away to find sumi.

throughout the night, you had conversed with many new people, a lot more than you anticipated. you saw jisung and sumi sitting outside, hoping they were resolving whatever disagreements they had been having. you were seated the bottom of jaemin��s staircase, sipping on a glass of water. you were just about ready to leave, feeling tiredness wash over you. until, you heard an all too familiar voice,

“hello again” jeno looks down on you, leaning against the wall. you couldn’t help but smile,

“hey jeno” you dramatically rolled your eyes, he slowly pouted once again.

“did you really have to say my name like that? am i really that repulsive?” he acted fake hurt, followed by a soft chuckle.

“fortunately, you are one of the least repulsive people i’ve encountered tonight” you respond,

“i know i’m just a catch” he attempted to wink, but just ended up crinkling one side of his face. your head fell back in laughter, your hands clapping whilst doing so. jeno found the sight quite amusing. there you were again, doing the tiniest gestures, yet he found them completely and utterly endearing.

“moving on! why are you sitting alone, peaches? where’s your gang at?” he asks, taking a sip from his cup, which you assumed had alcohol in it.

you motioned for him to sit down next to you, in which he gladly complied.

“don’t tell anyone, but i’m really tired and i just want to get out of this party already” you leant close to his ear to whisper.

“yeah me too” he whispered back to your ear, causing both of you to giggle.

“my friends are over there somewhere sorting out their drama” you continued to whisper,

“wait why are we whispering? i can’t hear you too well” jeno pointed out, looking over at you. you paused for a second. it was the first time you had properly seen his features up close. there was no denying he was incredibly handsome. when you looked at him, you saw his glistening eyes, his plump lips and his full cheeks. you weren’t sure why you were only starting to notice this about him. you shook the thoughts out of your head, noticing how he was staring at you, confused.

“u-uh i don’t know actually” you felt a blush creep to your cheers, hoping the dark lighting in the room would hide it. jeno decided to take matters in his own hands, quite literally. he gently latched onto your hand, leading you out of the house and to the front yard. there was a small bench located on jaemin’s porch. jeno waited for you to sit before situating himself next to you, leaving a fair amount of space between you two.

“is this a better place to talk?” he asked, looking over to you. you just nodded in response.

“have you progressed with the paper?” jeno brought up, trying to continue the flow for conversation.

“uh i was trying today. but everything kept getting clogged up in here” you pointed to your head, causing him to give you another solemn look. he really wanted you to do well, and get this assignment done.

after all, that’s what he was meant to be doing.

“don’t be so hard on yourself, it will come to you when it’s ready. i’m here to help, remember?” he comforted, giving you a soft pat on the back. part of you had wished he embraced you, but it was too early in your friendship to initiate any intimacy.

and just like that, you and jeno talked about whatever came to the tops of your heads, for what seemed like hours. you saw sumi and jisung exit the party, relieved to have found you.

“you okay with taking her home?” jisung asked jeno, your eyes immediately flicking to the boy next to you. jeno has situated himself a little closer to you than before, his arm now placed over your shoulders slightly.

“yeah of course” jeno kindly responded.

“don’t try anything! or we are coming for you!” sumi points at jeno in a playful manner before pulling jisung to his car. you wondered what they were going to get up to.

“thanks for driving me” you smiled at jeno, before standing up. he followed your actions, leading you to his car.

“it’s no problem, we just have to get you home safely” you nodded, before pointing out,

“wait did you drink tonight?” you immediately remembered that you’d seen him drink from a few red cups that night.

“no no, i only drink sprite, i swear!” he puts his hands up in defence, you chuckle softly, feeling embarrassed for accusing him.

“ah sorry for accusing you” you apologised while getting into the passenger side.

“it’s fine, i understand that you would have been concerned, but i don’t drink alcohol” he assures you before placing his seatbelt on and starting the car. jeno had a way of speaking that made you feel instantly comfortable. if you had told yourself a year ago that you’d be going home from a random party with a guy you didn’t know that well, you’d probably slap yourself. but something was different about him. he was inviting, intriguing and a pleasure to be around. you didn’t want this night to end.

jaemin’s party had brought both highs and lows for those around you. you and jeno were conversing a lot more often, mainly online and at the cafe. but you had noticed that jisung and sumi were starting to be distant. you didn’t want to pry too much, especially since it was none of your business. they would eventually come to you when they were ready, as you fully believed in that.

[text message]

peaches: jenoooOoo

jenojam: peachessSss

peaches: yeah just wanted to talk, wanna meet at the cafe?

jenojam: yeah okay i’ll race ya

peaches: no fair, you have a car

jenojam: better start running peaches

you rolled your eyes before hurriedly putting on your shoes. you practically ran down the stairs, not noticing your mother waiting at the door.

“and where do you think you’re going?” she sternly questions, you stop in your tracks.

“seeing a friend” you bluntly explained, trying to walk past her.

“which friend?” she continued to interrogate, usually your dad would just send you off and tell you to get home safely, but your mum needed every little detail.

“his name is jeno, he’s from my writing class” you try to explain once again, hoping she’d just take it and leave you alone.

“you’ve never mentioned him before” your mother just didn’t know when to stop asking questions, you eventually opted to opening the front door yourself.

“and you’ve never really been interested in my life before this so let’s both pretend this didn’t happen” with that, you slammed the door a little too harshly for your liking. you took a deep breath before strutting off to the cafe. sometimes you wondered what it would be like if your parents weren’t together. you knew it was such a dark thought, but they weren’t as happy as you had always known them to be. to say you were worried was an understatement. so you went to one of the only people who didn’t make you feel so worried anymore.

you entered the cafe, eyes scanning each table until they landed at the back of jeno’s head. you took a deep breath, preparing yourself to not completely unravel in front of him. jeno had already ordered his usual coffee as well as another blueberry muffin, split in half. you took a seat across from him, stopping his movements.

“finally! thought you got lost or something” he playfully teased, pushing your half of the muffin towards you.

“ooo you’re being all concerned about me now huh?” you took a bite of the muffin as jeno almost choked on his coffee.

“lets not get ahead of ourselves, peaches” he responded, cracking a small smile at you. “you didn’t even thank me for the muffin! i guess our thing is ruined now” he softly pouted, which made you instantly smile, how was he doing that?

“ah i’m so sorry! thank you for the muffin, jeno” you rest your hand over his for barely a second before pulling away. it left the both of you speechless for a moment, until jeno awkwardly coughed, trying to change the subject.

“so um how have you been? did you want to talk about anything in particular?” he started, you were pleased he was able to divert the conversation well.

“um well i’m not giving you a full tmi, but my parents have been arguing quite a lot. it makes it hard for me to concentrate. and my brother has finals at the moment, plus the time zones don’t match up well for us to talk. so i can’t really go to anyone about it. and before you point out jisung and sumi, i think they’re being distant with eachother hence my inevitable distancing from them” you groaned after you finished your rant, putting your head in your hands. jeno didn’t know how to comfort you, or what else to say, as a matter of fact. he’d usually just try and crack a joke with you but it seemed like you weren’t in the mood for one at the moment.

“peaches, stop being hard on yourself okay? these things are out of your control. maybe you should tell atleast one of those people how you truly feel. it will give you closure so you can start to feel a bit better” jeno suggested. you listened along to every word, trying to think of the first person who came to mind.

“that’s good advice. thank you again for always listening to me, i really appreciate it. everything is just all foggy at the moment and i’m having trouble staying focused” you sigh, pulling out your journal where you jotted down ideas for your writing.

“how about this, write a creative piece about a child who is experiencing changes in their life that are out of their control? it’s not too far fetched. it’s relatable and you can really dig deep into your emotions, if you’re comfortable” you looked over at the boy across from you, your eyes softening at his expression. he spoke with such eloquence, his eyes practically smiling at you. you felt a small tear form, running down your cheek. jeno’s face turned into a concerned expression,

“oh i didn’t mean to make you upset, i’m sorry, peaches” he frowned as you shook your head.

“no no, you’ve helped me so much, jeno. i don’t know how i can ever repay you for being such a good partner, and friend” you pout at him. he found it completely adorable that you were considering how he was feeling about your partnership. it made him warm inside to know that you thought about his feelings.

“you can thank me by writing the best paper ever and then i’ll take you to celebrate” he shoots you another assuring smile. all jeno knew at this moment was that he never wanted to see you sad or hurt ever again. as long as he saw you smiling, he too felt like everything would be okay. it was silly to put something such as his happiness, onto you. but jeno didn’t care, there was just something about you, he couldn’t get enough of.

you spent the following weekend writing, feeling inspiration flood over you. jeno’s idea just clicked so well in your head, it was pretty much impossible for anything to stop the flow at the moment. well, there was one thing. the constant bickering from your parents, tonight’s topic, was about your brother, taeyong. you let out a short sigh, stepping away from your laptop. you reached for your phone, swiping the notification from jeno, aside. you let the phone ring, waiting for taeyong to answer. you were about to end it, until your brother’s tired voice echoed through the phone. you could tell he had just woken up,

“what’s up?” he starts, as you hear shuffling around his end.

“is it possible for you to come home, yes or no” you get straight to the point. taeyong is speechless, fully awake now due to your concerned tone.

“you know it’s not possible. i still have another semester here before i graduate” taeyong sighs, sitting up against his headboard. you roll your eyes, frustrated at him,

“that’s what you said during your finals. that’s what you keep saying. i need you here. mum and dad are driving eachother insane and it’s only a matter of time, that i only end up living with one of them” you rant, as taeyong remains silent. jeno has told you to let out how you felt to atleast one person. why not start with your brother?

“calm down okay? mum and dad aren’t going to get a divorce. they love eachother too much. you’re just being angsty” your brother practically scoffs through the phone. you felt even more frustrated that he refused to listen to you.

“just because you got a chance to move away from all this family drama, doesn’t mean you can leave me behind? i’m your sister, taeyong. don’t you get that? you might not see it as a big deal, but this family is falling apart. and you’re not even here to witness it” you let out a final cry, hoping he would finally understand how you feel. but it was just radio silent. your big brother, who had always been there for you as a child, was now off living his so called ‘best life’, leaving you to deal with everything alone. you didn’t want to converse with him anymore. you hung up the call, about to toss it to the side, before you got a facetime call from jeno. you felt some tears that were stained on your cheeks, quickly wiping them away before answering his call.

“hey there you are! i was just checking up, because mrs kim emailed me, saying the assignment has to be handed in my friday- wait were you crying?” jeno immediately halts himself. you just shake your head, wanting to deny the fact that you were. jeno frowned, knowing you were lying.

“don’t lie to me, peaches” he sighs as you end up nodding. jeno doesn’t tell you stop crying or pry to know why you were upset. he just simply asks,

“do you feel like talking about it?”

you weren’t sure how to answer. on one hand you would have loved to let it all out to him, but on the other hand, you didn’t want to burden him with your never-ending drama. you felt bad for him, actually. that he had to sit and watch you suffer in silence. but that’s who jeno was. he always put others before himself. he cared about you like no other person he had met at the school. you were a light in his life that he never wanted to stop shining. he wanted to protect you, and have you let him in. but he knew it took patience and time for you to fully emerge yourself into being more than friends, and he respected that.

“i don’t really want to talk about it. and i’ll have the piece done by friday, it’s okay” you assure him, watching as he just bites the bottom of his lip.

“cafe after school tomorrow?” he offers, trying to change the topic. you give him a small smile before nodding,

“of course”

that’s the end of part one!! i’ll be uploading part 2 as soon as i can! please enjoy this for now 🥺 i’m really proud of it!!

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Feels Like Falling in Love

Mark X Reader

Genre: Cheesy fluff

Word Count: 6.5K

Summary: You are assigned to a science project with Mark and over the course of working on your project together, you end up falling for the soft spoken introvert and little do you know, he’s falling for you too.

A/n: (He has such pretty fingers wtf) Anyways, I’ve been wanting to write a story about nerdy Mark for a while now and I got the idea from my science fair in the 8th grade idk just the thought of Mark being a soft spoken and shy “nerd” is the most adorable thing ever ugh I miss Mark

“Alright class, for your next upcoming project, you and a partner; which I have already pre-assigned will choose a scientific research topic to work on for your last assignment before spring break. This project is work a huge percent of your grade so I want you all to put as much hard work and dedication in to this specific assignment as you’ve done for the last few months of this semester. Once I announce whose going to be working with you, you will spend the rest of class coming up with ideas and brainstorming with your partner. This is a three week long project and although I’m giving you quite a generous amount of time to work on this project, I expect nothing but grade A products. Okay, let’s start.”

Your teacher began to call out the names and as you looked around the room, you soon grew nervous at the idea of working alongside someone who would be no help whatsoever during this entire project. There was nothing more you hated as a senior in high school than group projects. It seemed as if all of your classmates were well aware of how smart and hard working you were and how much time and effort you put in to every single assignment you had. In the past, you’ve found yourself getting taken advantage of because of how kind and selfless you could be and sometimes you’d end up doing the entire project by yourself.

One thing you wished you could change about yourself was how much of a pushover you could be. Being the social butterfly you were, you made friends with practically everybody and anybody. Everyone knew they could depend on you for whatever it was they needed help with and they knew you would never say no. Unfortunately, it was never in your nature to ever tell someone no. The last time you told someone you couldn’t do something for them, you felt guilty the entire day and ended up going along with whatever it was that they asked of you.

Soon everyone was being paired up and the only people that were left was your two best friends BamBam and Jackson, and one of the smartest people in your entire grade; Mark Tuan. Mark, in more or less words, was considerably the biggest nerd there could ever be. He knew the answer to any question someone had related to education. If you needed a calculus problem solved, the answer to who discovered North America or the summary of “The Great Gatsby”, Mark was your guy. He was known to be quite the introvert and had very little friends.

You’d find him with his face buried in a book or playing video games on his Nintendo switch. Even during class, he never seemed to pay any mind to anyone and only spoke up in class whenever your teacher would call on him. As much as you loved your friends, you were secretly hoping your teacher paired you up with Mark. You were sure she was aware of the two class clown’s reputations and how they were both borderline failing. Knowing that information, you couldn’t help but feel as if she would give you one of them instead of the quiet boy in attempts to help both Jackson and BamBam with their grades. If they put as much time and dedication in to their studies as they did with sports and house parties, then maybe they wouldn’t be on probation from graduating.

“For the final four, I’ve thought about this for a long time and although I know I’m making a mistake for obvious reasons, y/n, you’re going to be partners with Mark and Jackson, you’re partnering up with BamBam.” You let out a sigh of relief and had to stifle back a laugh when you heard Jackson begin to whine at your teacher’s decision.

“But Mrs.Young, I cant be partners with BamBam—you might as well give me an F now—ow! I’m just telling the truth! It’s obvious our dumbasses aren’t capable of getting anything done.” Jackson and BamBam began to bicker but your teacher was quick in getting them to stop talking and went over some important information that would help you all with the project. Once she was done explaining what she expected of the class, she sent you to get in to your groups with the intent of having you and your partner get started on your planning.

As you started to reach for your things in order to make your way towards Mark, he just so happened to take the seat next to you and quietly placed his things down. “I—um—hi y/n.” You gave him a soft smile before pulling out your notebook.

“Hi Mark. So, do you have any ideas on how you want to find out whose mouths are dirtier; Dogs or humans?” He nodded in agreement before handing over notes you assumed he must’ve wrote down as your teacher gave out the topics. You knew Mark was incredibly intelligent; the teachers never failed to rave about how quick he’d solve answers and how he always turned in assignments the day they were assigned. Seeing his notes and all of his ideas made your head spin. There was no way you’d come up with any of these ideas and you were extremely grateful that your teacher put you and Mark together.

“Wow—these proposals are amazing. How did you come up with these in less than five minutes?” He shrugged before looking around the classroom and sneakily taking out his phone when he noticed your teacher was busy talking to another group.

“I just typed the question in to google. But I’ve actually done research on this topic in the past. I have a dog named Milo—he tends to lick me a lot and I was curious as to how dirty his mouth is—sorry. Too much information.” You shook your head to let him know it was okay. Although this was the first time you’ve ever interacted with Mark, you were pretty sure with the reputation he kept up as the teacher’s pet and “the most reliable geek in school” that this was probably one of the longest conversations he’s had with anybody and you couldn’t help but feel a little excited at the thought of him being comfortable with you.

“No no—that’s really cool. I’d be interested too if I had any pets. I mean, they drink toilet water and eat their own poop, I’m sure their mouths are extremely dirty. Imagine waking up to them licking all over your face only to find out they were sniffing another dog’s butthole.” When you heard the soft giggle fall from his lips, you felt embarrassed at how you had no filter. You tended to talk a little too much about the most unnecessary things sometimes and you were sure you got that from Jackson. If you were having this conversation with one of your friends, you wouldn’t have felt as weird but seeing as how you and Mark hardly knew each other, you didn’t want his first impression of you being a bad one.

“Sorry, now I’m the one giving out too much information. This all sounds really good by the way. Did you want to start scheduling when you wanted to meet up to work on the project?” He took out his planner and began flipping through the pages to this week and looked over the days. Seeing him use a planner made you happy for some odd reason. It was probably because you knew there was a possibility Mark was probably the only student who put the school’s planner to good use. Jackson lost his on the second day of school but he never used any of the past planners any way.

“I’m free after school tomorrow if that’s good with you. Maybe we can use my dog as the experiment and then we can both test ourselves and compare the two? Would you mind coming over to my place?” You smiled and nodded in agreement and you began to feel something weird in your stomach as you started to think about spending time with Mark. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive. Even if he wore big, circular glasses and his wardrobe consisted mainly of khaki shorts and polos, he was extremely good looking and you were sure that if he were to join a sport rather than the math and robotics team, then maybe he’d embrace his looks just a bit more. But at the same time, there was something you liked about how he presented himself to everyone. He was quiet, shy and a very introverted person; however it made him well—him.

You were sure he was content with the way he went about with things and nobody ever seemed to bother him in a negative way which you were grateful for. You never knew why, but although you didn’t know Mark personally, over the course of having him in this class, you couldn’t help but observe him every now and then and you’ve slowly grown fond of his quiet and gentle personality. You’ve also become very protective over him and whenever BamBam or Jackson would make jokes about what a nerd he was, you’d find yourself defending him.

Once class was over, you and Mark exchanged numbers and planned to walk over to his house as soon as school was over. You couldn’t help but be excited to spend time with Mark. He seemed to be one of the only people you had yet to build a friendship with and you could only hope that he would want to become friends with you. For all you knew, Mark could be the type of person that was all work and no play whenever it came to his education and you were sure that was the reason for his good grades and the dozens of scholarships he received back in your junior year.

When you began walking towards your locker, you weren’t able to even turn the dial once before you were joined by tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum and they both had the biggest frowns on their faces. Deep down, you knew exactly why they were coming to you and no matter how many occasions you’d find yourself giving in to them, this time was different. Not only did you want a good grade on this project and a partner you could depend on, but this was your only chance of becoming closer with Mark and you would shave your head bald before letting either of them get in the way of your desired objective. Before Jackson could open his mouth, you were already shaking your head in disagreement; earning yourself whines from the both of them.

“No. My answer is no.” Jackson crossed in arms in frustration as BamBam decided to take things another direction. As soon as you felt him wrap his arms around you, you quickly pulled yourself from out of his embrace and gave him a knowing look.

“Y/n, you don’t even know what we’re asking for—“

“You want me to ask Mrs.Young to switch our partners. I’m not stupid. I knew this was going to happen as soon as she announced the pairings. My answer is no and there’s nothing either of you can do about it. I’m going to tell you both now, your puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work on me this time. Mark and I already planned out our project and instead of trying to get me to change my mind, which; is already set by the way, you two should start brainstorming on how you can stop bread from molding.”

The three of you have been friends for over ten years, so you knew the many tricks they had up their sleeve and you had a feeling they would do whatever they could in their power to get you to rethink your decision. As much as you wanted to be able to help them in any way that you could, they were high school seniors who needed to be responsible for themselves. You were their best friend, not their mother and you weren’t going to sacrifice your grade and having a partner who’d actually do his share just to make your friends happy.

The next day, your mind was too busy with thoughts of Mark and working on your project that you didn’t pay much attention in any of your classes. You’ve seen him in class every single day and you’ve known the soft spoken boy since middle school, why were you so flustered at having to work with him? If it were anyone else, you’d have such an easy time to interact with them. But something about Mark made you shy and you could only hope you wouldn’t embarrass yourself during your study session. When the last period came around, you walked in to class and saw that Mark was sitting in the seat next to yours. You gave him a small smile and found yourself warming up when he returned one back.

“Hey, I actually started working on the assignment last night. Our topic is actually very interesting and I couldn’t help the aspiring biology major inside of me. I took some DNA samples from Milo after we came back from a walk but I wanted to save all the fun stuff for later. You’re not allergic to dogs are you?” You shook your head in disagreement and felt a smile growing on your face the more he went in to detail about his enthusiasm. If you already thought Mark was just by his quiet and extremely polite nature, hearing how passionate he was about science; a subject almost everyone in your grade seemed to hate made your heart flutter.

The two of you haven’t even started working on the project just yet. How were you going to control yourself around him for the next couple of weeks? Throughout the lesson, Jackson and BamBam attempted to send melancholic looks your way as their final attempt to get you to switch partners with one of them, but you were too interested in what Mark had to say to pay any attention to either of them. You had a hard time understanding how someone could make different types of bacteria in dog and human saliva sound so cute. Once class was finally over, you and Mark began making your way over to his house.

Luckily, he didn’t live all too far away from school because you felt like the walk would be extremely awkward and quiet. Sure, you were known to be outgoing and sometimes outspoken to the point where someone had to tell you to quiet down. But things were different with Mark. He made you feel flustered and intimidated just by his presence alone.

“Can I be honest with you?” You looked up at him and nodded while motioning for him to continue his question. “I’m glad we’re partners. I uh—I was hoping Mrs.Young was going to pair us up together. I know we hardly know each other, but you’re the only other student in the class who genuinely seems interested in learning. You’re always giving her your attention unlike everyone else who seems to either fall asleep or go on their phones. I look forward to working with you y/n. I know I’m not the most outgoing or talkative person ever, but if it’ll make you feel more comfortable I’ll try my best in communicating with you.”

Hearing that he was willing to go out of his comfort zone to make sure you felt comfortable sent warmth to your cheeks. You also couldn’t stop replaying what he said about observing you in class in your mind. For someone who didn’t seem to interact with anyone other than teachers and his friends, he seemed to have an easy time talking with you and you could only hope he felt like he could be himself around you.

To your surprise, Mark was quite the conversationalist. He began talking about so many things and asked you questions that he claimed he was curious about. You would’ve never thought that Mark played both basketball and baseball in middle school nor did he seem like the type who enjoyed baking but he promised you his chocolate chip cookies were to die for and that he’d make you some once the two of you made it to his house. After almost twenty minutes of walking which literally seemed like five minutes with how much fun you were having learning different things about the handsome boy, the two of you reached his house and like the gentleman he claimed to be, he opened the door and allowed you to walk in first.

“Please don’t mind the mess, my sister visits with her daughters every now and then and I think my mom mentioned something about them coming over today. Plus Milo has his toys scattered all around, but make yourself at home. I’ll get us something to eat and then we can head upstairs to my room—I mean, if you’re okay with that. If not, we can work down here.” Seeing him scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment made you giggle softly to yourself. It was a habit of his that you noticed he’d do every time he felt bashful or nervous. It was cute. He was cute and you were quickly finding more and more things about him that you liked the longer you stayed with him.

“Mark sweetie is that you—oh hello! I’m Mark’s mom. You must be y/n. You’re right Mark, she’s extremely beautiful—I mean—you know what I think your dad needs me in the garden. It was nice meeting you dear! Don’t hesitate to ask me if you need anything.” You turned your attention towards the ground, trying your best not to make it obvious that her words made you feel as if your heart was about to jump out of your chest. It was one thing for his mother to compliment you, but to hear her agree with Mark on how beautiful he told her you were made you feel giddy inside. He thought you were beautiful? You wondered what else he must’ve told his mom but you decided to keep it to yourself because you knew with the way she practically bolted out of the kitchen that she wasn’t supposed to say that. Although, you were extremely happy that she did.

“Uh, please don’t mind her. You know parents—they can be quite embarrassing sometimes. Can I get you something to drink? We have orange juice, lemonade, water, Pepsi—“

“I’m fine with water. Thank you.” He reached in to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of water and some sandwiches before making his way to the cabinet and grabbing some chips.

“Follow me.” The two of you made your way up the stairs and a smile began rising on your face at the sight of all his family photos. You didn’t know that he had three other siblings and it made you snicker at how much they all looked alike. Good looks obviously ran in their family. When Mark didn’t feel you following after him, he took a look to where you were and his eyes practically jumped out of his head when he saw you looking at photos of him when he was younger.

“Oh God y/n—stop—don’t look at those they’re so embarrassing. Why didn’t I think to cover them up?” He briskly walked over to you and absentmindedly grabbed at your wrist gently and pulled you behind him in the direction of his room. You were thankful he wasn’t looking at you because you were sure your cheeks were as pink as they were warm at the skin ship. His touch was soft and it was quite feather like for someone who was trying to pry you away from childhood mementos.

As the two of you entered his room, you were quick to notice just how much his room matched him. Although you had so much to learn about Mark, the multiple anime figurines on his desk along with a couple of action movies on his wall, his PlayStation, Xbox and a mini globe on his night stand emulated exactly what you’d picture his room to look like. His room was quite tidy for a guy; there was no where you could sit in Jackson’s room and you were sure there had to be a rat living somewhere in BamBam’s with the way you couldn’t even see the ground. He pulled out the chair from his desk and motioned for you to take a seat as he walked right back outside. Mark gave you no time to ask where he was going before he reentered the room with whom you assumed to be Milo.

“Here is our test subject. Say hi Milo.” He placed Milo down on the ground and the little pup immediately made his way towards you.

“He’s so fluffy and extremely adorable. Mind if I pick him up?” He shook his head and you allowed Milo to jump on to your lap before running your fingers through his hair. You were so in to playing with Milo, that you didn’t realize the look of admiration on Mark’s face as he watched you play with his dog. A toothy grin rose on his face watching you squeeze and play around with Milo and it made him feel warm inside. This was the longest he ever went spending time with a girl. Being the introverted person that he was, it was already hard for him to interact with other students. What more with girls? Especially girls he found very pretty with a bright and bubbly personality.

If someone were to tell Mark that he would be in his room with the girl he’s had a crush on since freshman year, he would’ve laughed in their face but here he was; watching you holding and leaving soft kisses on his puppy while sitting at his computer desk. He had to be dreaming. The two of you came from different worlds; Mark hid himself in his books and spent most of his time in the library whereas you were constantly joining all these different clubs and befriending almost everyone on campus. He never thought he stood a chance with you; let alone being your friend. Watching you from afar in class, helping your friends and practically anyone in the class you had a hard time understanding the material on top of being the only optimistic student in a bunch of pessimists is what got Mark to develop a little crush on you.

He felt like it was stupid; how could he gain feelings for someone he hasn’t even talked to once in his four years of knowing them. But he didn’t have to know you personally to know how much of an amazing person you were. It was all he ever heard about from teachers, your fellow classmates and even some of your friends. You were the school’s social butterfly. Everyone who knew you wanted to be your friend and naturally gravitated towards you. It didn’t help that he thought you were the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, and the fact that you had an equally beautiful heart made things even harder for him.

“You have call of duty black ops 4? Where’d you get it? It’s been sold out everywhere for months!” Seeing you so excited over something he was also heavily interested in brought him joy. You were so adorable. “My uncle’s friend is actually a video game artist, so he got a few copies and gave me one. Did you maybe want to play once we finish—or we could play a little bit now and work on the project later. We have a few weeks to work on it so we should be fine.”

Deep down you knew that you should’ve been starting on your project, it was the reason why you were currently at Mark’s house in the first place but you couldn’t help the fact that you’ve been dying to get your hands on the new installment of your favorite video game and like he said, you both had plenty of time to work on it. You didn’t mean to pout at the idea of waiting till later to play and you found it weird how natural it felt being around Mark, but you liked it and you could get used to it. He handed you the controller and you navigated through the game like a natural.

To say Mark was in shock at how good you were was an understatement. Most girls Mark knew would never go near a game console let alone play such a difficult game with such ease. At one point, you were doing way better than he was and he found himself smiling like an idiot at your eagerness to kill all the bad guys. For the next few hours, the two of you took turns playing while snacking on the sandwiches and chips he brought up for you both. He even sneaked away to the kitchen to get you some of the cookies he mentioned earlier and your reaction was the most adorable thing Mark has ever seen. Your cheeks were puffy and you had a mouth full of cookies, but that didn’t stop you from telling him how delicious they were.

The two of you were so focused on playing that you didn’t realize exactly what time it was until Mark’s mom knocked on his door and asked you if you were staying for dinner. Not wanting to intrude on his family, nor were you mentally prepared to meet all of them just yet, you politely declined and thanked her for her hospitality before calling your dad to come pick you up. While waiting for your parents to arrive, you and Mark continued your conversation from where you left off earlier before giving all your attention to his xbox.

Listening to Mark talk about things that most people would consider boring felt like a breath of fresh air. He had to be one of the only people if not the only person you knew who preferred listening to classical music than to what was playing on most radio stations. In the few hours you got to spend with him, you decided that Mark Tuan was one of your favorite people and you couldn’t wait to learn more about him and bond with him for the next couple of weeks. When your mom let you know that they had just arrived, you said your goodbyes to the Tuan family and thanked Mark for being such a great host. As soon as you got in the car, the huge smile on your face caught your mom’s attention and she was quick to ask the question that’s been eating at her the minute she saw Mark walking you over to your car and saying hello to both of your parents.

“He’s cute! And quite the gentleman. You like him don’t you?” Your eyes widened in shock at her revelation but your mom knew you better than anyone else. You didn’t need to say it out loud, your facial expression as he held the door open for you and walked you over to your car spoke for you.

You were falling for Mark.

Over the next few weeks, you and Mark were practically attached by the hip. After the first time he sat next to you in class, he never returned back to his actual spot and continued sitting next to you even if most of your classmates sat in their regular assigned seats. Then as soon as school was over, you’d head over to either his house, your house, the library or the coffee shop just a few minutes away from school. Most of your time together was spent working on your project, but there were a few moments where the two of you would take a break to eat, play some video games, watch a movie or just talk.

Even during lunch, instead of hanging out with your usual group, you found yourself sitting with Mark and they didn’t seem to mind it. A few of your friends knew of your crush on Mark and in fact, it was your friend Jinyoung who suggested that you go and sit with Mark in order to “get to know your science partner better.” Once BamBam and Jackson caught wind of the feelings you’ve developed for Mark, they did not let you hear the end of it.

“So this is why you were so adamant on not switching partners. You have a thing for Markie boy. I don’t blame you, he has the brains and he’s actually pretty good looking if I do say so myself. From what I hear from some of my teammates, apparently he has a big dick—what? That’s what I heard—well anyways, I think you should act on your feelings. Mark doesn’t seem like the type to tell someone he likes them so you’re going to continue wasting your time ogling over him if you don’t make a move—don’t look at me like that y/n it’s 2020 anything is possible. Equality for all.”

As much as you hated whenever your friends would get involved in your relationships, Jackson had a point. Even if you and Mark have grown close in the last two weeks, he didn’t seem like the type of guy to confess his feelings for someone. Hell, you had a feeling you were the only girl he ever talked to which you were extremely grateful for. Mark seemed to be a very private person who enjoyed being mysterious and preferred to be to himself a lot; so you were honored to be one of the only people he genuinely seemed to trust. You’d like to consider you and Mark friends at this point and you’ve noticed in the last few days that he’s been more touchier and flirtatious than usual.

You didn’t think Mark; the so called “nerdy and irritatingly intelligent gamer” was capable of such smooth pickup lines until he used one about you being made of copper and tellurium because you are “Cu-Te” and it might’ve been a scientific joke to him but it really set your bones on fire. Since there were only a few days left until your project was due, you decided that you’d tell Mark how you feel no matter what the outcome was. You both were practically finished with the project and spent most of your days having fun together rather than working. So if things went to shit, then you could pretend as if nothing happened and go about your life like how it was before this science project.

Although, the idea of no longer having Mark in your life sent an unsettling sensation to your stomach. The two of you were currently at his house watching a movie and he had explained to you that both his parents and his brother were away at one of Joey’s taekwando tournaments leaving you and Mark all alone with Milo. The thought of actually being all alone with Mark both worried you and delighted you. As much as you enjoyed being around his family, it would be much easier to tell him how you felt about him without people around. When Mark first offered to put on a movie, you had to laugh when you noticed just how far he sat away from you on the couch.

You knew he was trying to be a gentleman and that he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but you found yourselves on a few occasions practically cuddling up on his bed. While the movie played, you’d absentmindedly look at Mark every now and then mentally tracing his handsome features and wanting nothing more than to kiss his pretty pink heart shaped lips. The longer you analyzed his face, the more you began to find things that you never realized before like the cute little mole right above his lip or the scar right above his eyebrow. You also couldn’t help but imagine what he would look like without his glasses and soon you found yourself wanting to know if he ever went without them.

“Hey Mark?” You could tell by the way his eyes were practically glued to the television that he was very interested in the movie so you felt bad for interrupting him, but he paused it in order to give you his full attention and nonverbally motioned for you to go on.

“Have you ever thought about getting contacts?” He looked at you in curiosity and actually thought about the question for a few moments before shaking his head.

“My optometrist asked me a couple of times but I always decline. I know you’ll probably think I’m a wimp for saying this but I have a fear of not knowing how to put them on and accidentally poking my eye out so I just stay safe and go with glasses. How come?” You shrugged nonchalantly although your heart rate began to increase at the thought of your next words.

“You have really pretty eyes. I guess I just want to see them better but your comfort is the most important thing.” You began to pick at your fingers and Mark was glad your attention was elsewhere or else you would’ve seen just how crazy you’ve been driving him in the last few weeks having to do all these things with you and not getting to kiss you, hold you and do all these cute, romantic things that most couples did because all Mark wanted at the end of the day was to be the lucky guy who you called yours.

“Oh—I—I’m—um—thank you. Maybe I’ll take contacts in to consideration just for you.” You let out a light chuckle and shook your head in disagreement.

“No no, you’re totally fine. You look good with or without glasses. Please don’t feel like you’d have to do anything because of me—“

“I’d do anything for you y/n. Anything you’d ask me to do I’d do it in a heartbeat. Oh and you—you have a really pretty face and a really pretty personality. Hell, everything about you is really pretty—ah shit. That was weird wasn’t it? Please forget I said anything.” He began to reach for the controller as a way to distract you and to get you to forget what he just said but there was no way you could ever forget hearing him say that everything about you is pretty. Right as he was about to resume, you reached at his hand, took the controller and turned off the movie. He looked at you with the most adorable look of confusion and you decided it was now or never.

“Mark.”

“Hmmm?”

“Can I kiss you?” The cough that fell from his lips was unexpected and you took that as a negative sign. You wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole. When was breaking out in to a fit of coughs ever a good sign after asking someone if you could kiss them? You hid your face in your hands and tried your best not to look at him in fear of crying because you ruined everything.

“You know what? Please forget I said anything I must be going insane it’s the lack of sleep and—“ he playfully covered your mouth in attempts to stop you from talking so that he could explain himself.

“Don’t get me wrong, I want to kiss you. Trust me, I really, really want to kiss you. I’ve been thinking about kissing these pretty lips of yours for longer than I’d like to admit okay—and I hope by hearing that confession you now know that I like you. I like you a lot y/n. I’ve liked you since freshman year and I’ve always felt so dumb because we didn’t know each other back then but I knew enough to want to be someone special in your life. I—I’ve never kissed anyone before. Pathetic right? A high school senior who has never been kissed. I’m a fucking loser and I’m afraid of messing things up—“ the minute Mark felt your lips smash against his, his heart melted in to a puddle.

You reached for his hands and brought them down to your waist as you wrapped yours around his neck, pulling him closer in order to deepen the kiss. He was still in shock for the first few seconds and you knew he was still hesitant on continuing the kiss because he had no clue what he was doing, but after a few moments, his lips melded perfectly with yours. His lips were soft and tasted like butter from the popcorn and you couldn’t help but giggle at how rough and clumsy his kisses grew the longer the two of you made out but it didn’t matter.

It was special and you knew there would be many kisses shared between the two of you later on and he had plenty of time to work on his kissing skills; although for a first timer, he was actually really good and you knew you were going to get addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours. When you needed to catch your breath, you pulled away earning yourself a soft whine and placed your forehead against his.

“Wow—I uh—that was—you were—wow. Can we—can I kiss you again?” You snickered at his excitement and nodded; not being able to say no since you wanted it too. He cupped your cheek in his palm and reconnected your lips together. To your surprise and delight, he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip and brought it in between his teeth before shoving his tongue down your throat. You were shocked to say the least at what a natural he was, especially since kissing wasn’t the easiest thing to do.

“Are you sure this was your first time? I don’t think anyone whose never been kissed before knows how to French kiss. You’re a cheeky one aren’t you Tuan? I like you too by the way.” His laughter filled the room before he pulled you on to his lap and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“Date me. Please?” Now it was your turn to laugh. God, how could someone be this cute yet kiss like he’s been doing it for years? What else was he hiding from you? When you quickly nodded and stole a kiss from the corner of his mouth, he released a content sigh and tightened his grip on your waist before turning the movie back on.

“Wait—babe, humans have more bacteria in their saliva than dogs do. Ew!!! If this is what kissing entails than I better keep some mouthwash on hand because I plan on kissing you a lot.”

“Way to ruin the mood Tuan.”

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Summer Days

Part of the 5SOS writer collab headed up by @h0tsos and @maluminspace

Based on the prompt “I don’t know if you noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.”

Camp Counselors Malum

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Warnings: None! All Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

After a semester of student teaching for one of their college courses, it was time for summer, and Calum and Michael had decided to stay in town and hold down the apartment for their other two roommates who were electing to go home. Once finals had wrapped up and they said goodbye to the classes they’d been working with they began looking for jobs. They were both sitting in bed together when Michael found an available job working a summer day camp. The pair talked about it for a few minutes before applying, assuming playing games and mainly supervising kids would be easier than lesson planning and having to actually teach things. Plus they were excited by the possibility of seeing some of their kids again, so Calum pulled out his laptop and they sat side by side as they applied.

After about two weeks it was clear that this was different. For one thing, due to low staffing, the kids were all split up into three groups instead of one group per grade level. So now, even though Michael and Calum recognized some of the kids in their group, some of those kids who were bearable during the school year now had some slight sibling drama. Then there were the parents, something Michael and Calum had yet to deal with. Half of them were fine, nice people who cared about their kids and were happy to hear about their day during pick up. The other half, however, was a mix of Karens and Beckys, some of them stay at home moms who were just getting the kids out of the house so that they could go have margs with their girl friends and have a spa day to wash away the stress of the thought of them actually being parents. Some of them even had Michael wondering if he should go to the pharmacy and get a second flu shot for that year.

However, despite some of the parents they had to deal with and the occasional drama, both sibling spats and between groups of friends, Michael and Calum were really enjoying their summer job. They kept up their school year tradition of every other payday one taking the other out for a date night, whether it was as simple as going out to dinner and a movie, or a sunset picnic, or a nice night in the bowling alley.

It was five weeks in, and even with kids coming and going with the weeks, some just disappearing for a one week vacation, others having other camps to go to, things had steadied. It was a rainy Friday at the start of the Fourth of July weekend, so attendance was low to begin with, some kids leaving early. A few of the kids who were there were upset over swim time being cancelled on account of the thunder, but Calum had run down to the gym, claiming it for their group as a replacement for the hour of swimming.

Calum gone to set up the games and the crafts set up on the counter to dry until parents came, Michael and the other leader started a round of Heads Up Seven Up to keep things quiet and calm until Calum said he was ready. Finally, Calum radioed down that everything was ready and Michael got all the kids lined up, hovering to the back of the line as they made their way through the rec center to the gym. Once in the gym, the kids all gathered around Calum and he smiled saying, “Ok, since it’s a small group today, we’re doing stations. We’ve got two boxes of four square, two spots for basketball games, and then some jump ropes and hula hoops. I’m gonna put on some music and whenever it stops you have to move to a new station, alright?” The kids all cheered and Calum smiled continuing, “Alright, I’m going to give you each a number and that’s going to be the station you’re starting at, ok?”

Once the kids were all split up into groups and ready to start, Calum made his way over to the radio, pulling up a Kidz Bop only playlist on his phone that was already connected to the AUX jack and hitting play. The two men hovered around each other, eyes on the playing kids. After a few songs Michael hummed, “Can’t wait to go home and make dinner with legitimately any other playlist on.”

Calum smirked, hand coyly reaching up to rub Michael’s back, “Bold of you to assume that I won’t overtake the speaker and put this right back on.”

Michael shot his boyfriend a sharp look, filled with a threat that he couldn’t voice at work. Calum just bit his lip in response, pausing the music before a fifth song could play and calling out “Time to switch!”

They made it through three station changes before one of the kids from Michael’s class earlier that year came running over, “Mr. Michael!!! Come play HORSE with us!!”

Michael gave Calum a wide eyed stare as the other kids in the group came running over, grabbing him by his hands and dragging him over to their half of the basketball court. He ended up making the first few easy shots, but then one of the kids made a shot from beyond the foul line. Calum could read the anxiety in his boyfriend’s face when it was his turn, silently begging the younger man to change stations early to rescue him.

Calum, however, remained strong, knowing an army of upset kids was worse than Michael missing the shot. At least, until he watched the blonde’s feet slip out from under him as he shot, toppling backwards onto the floor as the basketball fell to the ground halfway between him and the hoop.

Calum quickly jogged over, phone left on top of the radio. He helped Michael to his feet, the pair holding on maybe a second or two longer than necessary before Calum pulled away, “Need an ice pack?” he teased lightly as Michael rubbed the back of his head.

“Nah, I think I’ll live,” the blonde returned, smiling as the kids checked on him too. “Besides, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do, but especially with sports stuff.”

The kids all giggled at Michael’s response and Calum hummed. “Fine, I guess we can swap, then. Mike, you run the music and I’ll play HORSE. We’ve got until the end of this song before they need to switch again.”

Michael gave his boyfriend a teasing salute before going over to the music, tapping the screen to see how long until the song was over. He hummed as he saw texts from their group chat with Luke and Ashton. As soon as the song was over he paused the new one and made the switch stations call. Once the kids were all moving in the same direction, Calum getting pulled into four square, Michael opened the texts, using Calum’s passcode. He skimmed the latest line from Ashton, something about one of his plants. Michael just opened Calum’s camera, pulling the phone super close to his face for a picture.

Can’t talk, working right now. Plant update t-minus 3 hours.

As soon as the message sent Michael put the phone back down, watching on as Calum tried to take it easy on the kids, even if none of them returned the favor. Calum ended up trapped at four square for the rest of the time in the gym, Michael jumping when he realized it was ten minutes past when they were supposed to be having afternoon snack. Calum gathered a kid from each group to help him get everything back in the equipment room, everything going away much quicker than it had come out, and soon enough they were back in the classroom.

Two hours later and there were three kids left out of all the groups, other leaders leaving Calum and Michael to wait with the kids in the game room while they cleaned the classrooms before clocking out. Calum was sitting in one of the chairs in front of a tv, a kid next to him in another chair as they played minecraft. Michael was sitting at the table with the other two kids, signout book by his elbow as he colored with them. Soon enough the two kids with Michael were going home with their stepdad and Michael picked up the crayons and extra sheets of paper. Once they were back in the closet he picked up the binder and meandered over to the xbox station.

Calum let out an exasperated sigh as Michael leaned up against the back of his chair, knocking down a stair block again. “Julien how do you get the stairs to go upside down like that dude?”

“You jus gotta fly over and like, plop a block and then aim for the top.” Julien explained.

“Oh gosh, I keep forgetting that we can fly right now...how do I do that again?”

Michael snorted and Calum spun around, giving him his best puppy eyes as he pouted, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.”

Michael chuckled softly as Calum repeated his earlier statement back to him. He shoved down the temptation to kiss the pout off of Calum’s lips, instead turning to look at Julien, “Are you enjoying explaining how to play Minecraft to Mr. Calum, Julien, or would you like some actual help with your treehouse?”

Julien’s face lit up as he looked up at Michael, “Please??”

Calum just shook his head in defeat, handing the controller over as Michael pulled up another chair, setting the binder in Calum’s lap as he leaned forward, listening as Julien explained his vision for the treehouse project.

Right as Calum was about to call the main office to let them know that there was still one kid at their site, Julien’s mom came running in. They chatted for a minute, Julien excitedly telling his mom about beating Michael at HORSE “because he fell down and Mr. Calum had to take over.”

Once Julien was sure he had all his stuff and they’d cleaned up, Michael and Calum went into the office, signing onto the tablet to log their hours for the day before making their way to the car. As they sat in their seats, Michael queuing up music for the drive home, Calum turned in his seat asking, “Does your head still hurt from knocking against the floor, Mikey?”

Michael hummed, glancing towards his boyfriend and then the ceiling as he pretended to think, “Maybe a little…”

Calum grinned, leaning over, gently pushing Michael’s head so he could smooch the back of it. “Better?”

Michael smiled, shaking his head no and tapping his cheek next, then his nose, and then his lips, each one following a new kiss from Calum in the previously tapped place. Michael sighed when Calum broke the kiss to his lips too soon for his liking. “More kisses when we get home, I promise.” Calum teased easily, finally pulling his seatbelt over his shoulder.

“I can live with that. Want me to teach you Minecraft after dinner, or were you enjoying Julien telling you what to do?”

“Maybe if you can properly motivate me I’ll learn it.” Calum said, wiggling his dark eyebrows at Michael.

“So long as you don’t forget afterwards,” Michael said, grin spreading his cheeks as he put the car in drive and began the route home.

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donotstopthisdebatenow · 4 years

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V3 Prologue Replay 0.1- It’s Time to Wake Up

Well, guess this is happening now.

Hello there. I figured I might as well write down things I picked up on during my replays and discussions with others, as well as some translation issues I (and many others from what I’ve seen) have noticed throughout out the game, with some fun trivia along the way too. This is mainly for the sake of my own peace of mind than anything, as I haven’t properly went through the game chapter by chapter in order recently, and I mainly compared translation as bits and pieces than going through line by line.

I will be recording the game both in English and Japanese to compare the lines and comment on differences if they seem of worth to note, which honestly most of it isn’t given that in terms of adapting the language in a natural sounding way -as a localization- they did a pretty good job. Most issues seems to come from lack of communication between the team in terms of context of some lines, but that’s mostly on the management of the team and I don’t have the insider’s knowledge beyond knowing that they were given some characters/sections of the game to translate so I can’t exactly comment on what was going on there.

For the trivia bits, please do keep in mind that it is me being nitpicky as a translator myself, and that I’m only pointing those out as how I would personally prefer those to be translated but at the end of the day, it really does come down to preferences since they do communicate the main thing they are trying to relay and unlike context relevant errors that do in fact cause geniune harm to gameplay and player’s experience (ie. inconsistencies in translation making Trial 5 a confusing mess) they are more what it says on the tin- some extra info/context on things.

All that said, let’s start~

Here we start with a shortened version of the V3 promo we will see in trial 6, as well as the V3 opening. Before I move to the latter though, I do want to note that for the “This story is not over” part, the Japanese counterpart uses “物語は終わらない” which due to the verb tense has a heavier “This story won’t end” vibe, which Monokuma kept insisting on in trial 6 as well.

It is not a big thing but simply a nice touch with the bold claims they make throughout the game on how it will never end.

It is also worth touching on given that one commenter in trial 6 was saying that it’s been three years since last season, so it is a bold “come back” line by whoever the group running this season 53 is.

Beyond that, it is just a nice recap and I personally love how the music blends fairly well together.

Hello there, “Team Danganronpa”. Still love how this spoiler was staring at us in the face entire time.

For the actual opening Tsumugi having a red string (of their fates) at hand and Rantaro being the only one who becomes one with their shadow to have pink eyes open was a nice touch.

The character in that pink blinking eye that for some reason wasn’t translated is the kanji for “lie” (嘘) btw. Also nice touch with Kaede facing the culprits in that blink and you will miss it scene before they dissolve to letters.

Tsumugi and Rantaro being on top of the slot machine just like how Monokuma’s ‘throne’ is between their trial stands is nice too.

The opening, which was supposedly used in-game as show intro as well, having the meteorities and that talent suppressing machine for the Ultimate Hunt plotline is of worth noting too. It is easy to dismiss the Gofer Project plotline for us players now, but the show was genuinely going for that angle before Kokichi’s takeover, hence it is worth keeping in mind while going through first four chapters especially.

For the game name, this is sort of a dead horse at this point but “Killing Harmony” rather than “Everyone’s [Mutual] Killing School Semester” was likely used due to character limit, so they had to get creative with an alternative subtitle. Character limit is a genuine issue translators face with especially with a language like Japanese and why we end up things like Yasuhiro telling us to call him Hiro or Korekiyo saying we can use Kiyo.

It is also interesting that they play the show intro twice in the prologue, one before and after their memories were altered by the flashback light, and given Monokuma when he appears later saying that this prologue was going on too long, it seems like whoever was in charge of that (supposedly Monophanie, if kubs indeed have their own AI, or the person using the avatar of said bear) messed up so they had that version aired unintentionally, hence having to go for an intro again later.

And now it’s time to wake up for one antenna girl.

If this part felt pretentious and weird to you when you first read it, don’t worry it is just usual “Kodaka trying to go purple prose except it comes off really awkward especially in English” and the translator chose to simplify a good chunk of it, going “yeah we ain’t doing that here” and I can respect that tbh.

But just for the sake of having it here: A more literal translation of that part would be “There is nothing here yet. No light, no sound. Nor my form or voice. Nobody knows who I am yet. Who I am? Who am I? I reach out a hand. A hand that doesn’t belong to anyone yet. To grasp my own existence- This is me. My name is Kaede Akamatsu. I finally recognized who I am. ...Nice to meet [you,] me. Miss protagonist of this crazy story.”

Again, a few things are just reworded to sound natural in English for the localization’s take, but if the line “Nice to meet... me” confused you before, that’s because translator went half way cutting out Kodaka waxing poetics on regaining consciousness, so taking off the subject in translation makes it sound weirder when she suddenly seems to start to talk to herself.

Also, the heavy protag framing with her and Shuichi honestly did more harm to the game than good, at this point. It would be better if they started off without that last line, as it would blend better with unreliable narrator we just happened to see events from the POV gimmick way better. Same goes for Demo having her, Hajime and Makoto sharing the “Protagonist Room” and how much hype they caused by actively pushing that angle. Part of that was preserving the twist, yes, but I also get why people do feel like it was meant as a “take that” as well.

It also did not help with people recognizing that we were playing as “side characters” the entire time as far as in-universe story plotted by this TDR was concerned too, since Kiibo was set to be the in game Naegi-expy protagonist of the season.

But enough of that for now, because we have a title card to tackle.

蘇る超高校級

I have to admit, revival probably was the best choice to use there as looking back now, there are a few things this is refering to-

1-) The simpler explanation of how they supposedly had their memories sealed, hence the “restoring/bringing back memories” meaning of 蘇る, which also means “reviving” the title of Ultimate in the Gofer Project plotline universe given how they were supposedly last survivors of the earth and

2-) How this is a revival of Danganronpa, going again with the fact that show stopped for three years/some people were awaiting for a new season for a while now, hence the resurrection/revival of Danganronpa and by extention, the concept of Ultimates by using that meaning of 蘇る in that way too. After all, “Ultimate” is really just “Best in X field amongst other highschoolers” title (as commonly fan-translated and iirc even made it to anime subs as “Super High School Level”), so having high schoolers who are given memories and the title to match with it is reviving that.

Finally out of the closet locker, and before we move on, I want to add another side note that when you invert the UI, pre first flashback light UI turns a familiar pink.

While one reading of this could be that this lie magenta being the inverted version hints at prologue being a lie, I personally take it as due to the inverted color being the one we see, it means the prologue has the “truth” than later parts, since in trial we have blue truth bullet changing color to become pink lie bullet theme, that the color they are inverted to being opposite of what they are simply makes more sense to me.

We will see when we return to this locker again later that our UI changed to yellow which inverts to blue, reverse of truth, which is especially poignant with Tsumugi’s later trial 6 comment on “if they will call fiction a lie, then all their actions and words were indeed all just lies, since they were performed based on things some people wrote, fiction, too.

It changing immediately after we are shown that first light simply felt too relevant to not tack this on here, but moving on-

A mood tbh

Poor girl, honestly. This is not even the only time she will end up hitting her head when we are done with prologue.

A bit of a short fuse there, but also fair.

That’s what we all would like to know too.

Imagine someone goes through the trouble of kidnapping you while you are on the way to school, and brings you to... another school you’ve never been to. It almost sounds funny if you ignore the small big fact that they are brought there to kill each other.

You tried, Kaede.

Also I forgot how much of the prologue was really just “Kaede causes herself physical pain while trying to calm down simulator” wow

Dun dun duun

Insert “Wow, Kaede comes out of her own closet AND brings hat boy out his closet too? Doing Arceus’ work, Kaede” joke.

Also hi, Shuichi.

This is honestly a weird way to phrase it, as what Kaede says is that it is “A boy dressed in a normal school uniform...” than emphasizing on Shuichi’s own normalness, in the Japanese version.

It is also the only line that has a slight change in both takes as in the second take, she says “A boy dressed in a bit weird school uniform...” which due to copy-paste and adjective being used to describe Shuichi than his clothing in the translation, it ends up being glossed over.

On the one hand, still funny. On the another hand, this kid is justifiably terrified...

“Buddy I need some context here I have no clue what’s going on”

“Oh yeah that happened”

Shuichi: Sees a girl in high school uniform, kidnapped by likely people older than them himself

Shuichi:

Shuichi: You are working with them aren’t you?!

10/10 detective work there hat boy. I know he is probably just still too scared to think straight, but it is still funny on hindsight.

That’s one way to calm someone

And both of their names are the same both takes too. Their way of referring to themselves (私 for Kaede, 僕 for Shuichi, which are both used in the Chapter 1 title as well) are same, as well as their general speech patterns too.

Damn, girl.

Also a nice time to point out that Shuichi spends a good chunk of prologue retake and chapter 1 doubting if they can really trust everyone, and it is good to see that he had same tendency to assume he is the only one facing something/that people around must be enemy unless he is explicitly told or shown that they are not.

It makes sense in the situation, really, especially with how Kaede being the one who opened the door to his locker, his experience is that this girl could be working for/with the ones who kidnapped him, but still worth mentioning.

A real flashback time-

Which is coming soon, because tumblr refuses to add more pictures to this post OTL

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #drv3 meta #drv3 translation #drv3 commentary #v3 spoilers #drv3 spoilers #prologue #welp here we go #I could trim off some of the screenshots but #it looks more coherent and follows each other better this way?#I was gonna cut it after this next part anyway #so that works #and just checked how many pictures there are and seems like first take of the prologue will take about three posts #yaaay

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akp-1327 · 4 years

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dear diary // chapter two

Hello again! Thank you all for the support on the first chapter! 💖 I am super happy that you all liked it and hope that you enjoy this one, too! 🤗

Find the series masterlist here to catch up on the previous chapter!

Word Count: 6.5k

(*) Warnings: mentions of divorce and a little swearing throughout.

(*) August 4th, 2020

Dear Diary...

Can't believe I came crawling back to this old thing. It sure has been a while, hasn't it? I haven't written in here since my parents (finally) got a divorce.

Yep, they decided that it was time to put an end to whatever sliver of a marriage they had left. Mohit (my little brother) and I were split up; he stayed with my mom in Brooklyn while I moved with my dad to Manhattan. He told me that it’d be "closer to school" and "more convenient" than driving all the way there from Brooklyn. And so, without starting yet another argument between them, I just went with it. I still see my mom, of course, but I can always sense the tension in the air whenever I pass through the threshold of my childhood home.

My life has been non-stop since graduation...and not in a good way. Sure, getting accepted into NYU was great, but then there was the post-divorce debris and rejection (Kelly…) and all of these god forsaken emotions that I had to sort through. It really, really messed me up. I almost failed my production class in that first semester because I was too busy focusing on Kelly’s rejection (about how she fell in love with her co-star and left me in the dark? About how she broke my heart? Yep, that whole spectacle.).

So, in conclusion, my life is nothing short of chaotic. Erin would say that I need to relax, but what is that when you work yourself to the bone?

...Yeah, I really don't know either. Obviously.

Alright. Into my bag you go. Let's see if I can find riveting stuff to write about this year...

Ajay

(*) I hastily unzipped my backpack and shoved the leather book I found moments ago inside, somehow managing to zip it closed. Right as I finish, though, I hear my dad’s deep voice from down the hall.

“Ajay, are you almost ready?” Dad shouted, his voice ringing through the empty room I sat in. It wasn’t necessarily my room, per se, but a guest room that I rented out for the summer. It’s the only way Dad would let me stay here - to be honest, I don’t understand why I just didn’t live with Amma for the whole two and a half months in an actual house where I could stay for free. Maybe I’ll do that next summer.

“I’ll be out in a second, Dad.”

Why was he rushing me out? Seriously, I’m driving myself. There’s no need to clamber me out the door like I’m some sort of animal. There was also the fact that it was August and how class didn’t start for another month; maybe Dad just was getting tired of me.

The floors of the downtrodden apartment squeaked beneath my feet as I walked out to the main living area, my packed bags already waiting for me on the carpeted floor. Dad stood in the kitchen, his nose in a newspaper, when he heard me approach. My hand instinctively tightened on my backpack strap as his eyes bore into mine.

“Well? Let’s get this going, Ajay. I have a meeting at seven and I’d rather not be late.” Dad huffed, walking to shoulder my light bags. All they had in them were my clothes, books, and dorm necessities.

It took him all of three seconds to walk to the patio door and slide it open (Dad lucked out and found a complex in the “suburbs” of Manhattan, so there was some grass and walking areas all around). I heaved a sigh and took one last look at the apartment, then headed out the door and into the hot and humid Manhattan air. Still, when we were only a few blocks away from the bulk of the city, you could smell the familiar scent of car exhaust waft on the wind.

Dad had already popped my car’s trunk open and set my stuff inside before I could even get over. He stood next to the driver’s door as I finally reached him.

“Thanks for letting me stay for the summer,” I said, rather cynically, “and for carrying my bags out.”

Because, you know, I can’t do that myself.

Dad gave me this weird smile; it was almost the one that he gave me when I first asked about him seeing another woman. The thought of him being with someone besides my mom still makes me angry, but there was nothing I could do about it now. Three years of divorce and he'd already found another.

Anyway, the smile he gave me was straight-lipped and had no hint of any genuine happiness. Just a fake smile that he hoped would convey some sort of message, like ‘congrats’ or some other stereotypical phrase that you’d say.

“Of course, Ajay. You’re my son,” Dad said, his tone feigning sincerity, “I’d do anything for you.”

Hmm, that’s what you told Amma. Now look where we are.

I held back an eye roll and stepped closer to my door, moving to open it, before Dad pulled me to him and gave me a bone crushing hug.

“I’m going to miss you, Ajay. Stay safe, okay?”

Huh; that response actually had some emotion. I could sense the probity in that one. If he were one of my actors I’d tell him to bring it out a bit more and really demonstrate the feeling in his body language. But, no, this is Dad and I can’t direct him around.

“I’ll miss you too, Dad. Remember to lock your door, seeing as I can’t do it for you anymore.” I said, pulling away to both catch my breath and to open my car door. With a quick glance at Dad, though, that wasn’t happening yet.

“When you get the chance, you should go visit your mom and Mohit. I can tell that you miss them, too.”

Something must’ve been in his coffee this morning. He never talks about Amma so domestically, but when he does (which is seldom at most) he keeps his tone even, almost somber. Mohit is a different story, but he still gets a little tense over the fact that he was his youngest son's second choice.. I believe that he lost a piece of himself when he divorced Amma; a vital piece that would make him act like the father I remember. Maybe that’s why he was so discombobulated.

“I’ll probably visit them this weekend. We’ll see, though,” I said, now getting into my car. Dad handed me the keys and clapped his hand on my shoulder.

My door, however, wasn’t closing due to Dad’s leg being in the way.

“Well, whatever you decide to do, just be smart about it.” Dad said, now laughing a little bit. (Jeez, I’m making a mental note to examine his coffee grounds when I come visit if this odd behavior keeps up.)

“Okay, Dad. Remember how you have a meeting at two?” I said, trying to ‘get this going’. If he was so hesitant on letting me go, why was he shoving my ass out the door?

“Oh! Crap. You’re right. Get going, kid,” Dad stammered, “I love you.”

Wow, color me surprised! Definitely going to sift through that coffee next time I’m here.

“Love you too, Dad. Bye.” I said, closing my door with a small wave. Dad waved in return and retreated back into his apartment, closing the door without looking back. Not surprising, of course, but definitely a little disappointing.

My car, a grey 2010 Ford Taurus, revved to life without hesitation when I turned the key in the ignition. Shifting into drive and pulling away from "home" for the final time that summer should’ve felt bittersweet like all the summers before...but I couldn’t find it in myself to miss this life anymore. The freedom of summer, no matter how much I had with my jobs, would never compare to the school life I cherished; mainly to escape my messy reality.

The forty minute drive to NYU whizzed by all thanks to my favorite musical soundtrack, Les Misérables, and a couple packages of rainbow goldfish that I bought specifically for the occasion. I avoided most of the traffic by taking the long way (the closest thing to “back roads” in the city), which tacked on a good twenty more minutes, but I could care less. All I had to do was track down Rory and Erin and knowing them...that wouldn’t be hard.

Sure enough, right as I’m an intersection away from the familiar campus grounds, my phone vibrates with a call on my passenger seat. With a quick glance, it was from Rory. I would get it, but then the damn light turned green after about two minutes; perfect timing.

After I pulled into the office parking lot to get my keys and dorm, I saw Rory’s familiar face light up and run towards my car from a nearby bench. He’s absolutely insatiable.

Rory beamed as he ran toward my car, Erin on his tail with a neutral, almost unhappy expression.

“Director man! You finally decided to show up!” Rory shouted as I opened my door. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide the grateful grin that grew across my features.

“I would’ve waited another month if I knew that you’d greet me like this,” I laughed, accepting Rory’s uncharacteristic fist bump with an arched eyebrow, “what was that for?”

Rory looked like he was about to combust from excitement. He kept bouncing on the balls of his feet and wringing his hands around.

Erin, on the other hand, rolled her eyes at his excitement. Ever the oddly unenthused one of us three, and that’s coming from me.

“Erin got a new roommate!” Rory shouted, his hands shooting into the air. I laughed as Erin sighed, though I was still quite confused. Erin wanted a singles dorm, though, because we’re still on campus, I guess she didn’t have control over that.

“I haven’t met them yet, but I think it’s a freshman,” Erin said, crossing her arms, “and we got our keys already. Go check in quick and we’ll go find our dorms.”

Erin was always bossy, but there was something different about her sternness in that moment that just made an unsettling weight settle in my gut. So, without pushing the situation further, I nodded.

“Sounds good,” I said, tossing my keys to Erin, “put your stuff in the trunk while you wait on me.”

The campus registration office was way too familiar for my liking. The past two years were alright, but this time around it just felt awkward. I could tell that I was surrounded by freshmen because of the bright lights in their eyes and their wondrous expressions as they looked around.

I pushed my glasses up my nose and let my eyes wander around as I waited for my turn. Ahead of me stood a girl with flaming red hair. Just by her stance I could tell she was someone that you shouldn’t cross; intimidating, but also carefree. She had a backpack on her shoulders and a black duffel bag sitting at her feet. From here, I could read the name on the tag: Leila Maciel, in dainty handwriting. I also looked at another thing that she was holding - a computer bag - and saw the name ‘Skye’ written in a font that you’d see printed in green on the cover of a Goosebumps book.

Maybe it was just an aesthetic to have different names in different styles on your things? Or one of the bags belonged to a relative? Maybe she had a fake ID and is currently failing to conceal her real identity?

I was snapped out of my thoughts as the girl picked up her bag and walked forward. I had to know more. My curiosity has been piqued.

“Welcome to New York University! Name, please?” Danielle, the student that I disliked behind the counter asked, her familiar soprano sending chills down my spine. I’ve always found Danielle to be a little creepy ever since I witnessed her ogle Rory all the time last year at rehearsal. She was completely smitten with him. Of course, Rory felt the exact opposite.

“Um, Skye Crandall.” The girl said, almost disdainfully. I didn’t even need to see her face to know that she cringed at the sound of her own name.

“Awesome, awesome...” Danielle trained off, scrolling through her computer, “Aha! Skye Crandall, you’re in dorm 332 in Lafayette Hall. Your roommate’s name is Erin Ward! She is a super cool junior.”

Danielle was even more of a blabbermouth than I remember her being.

“Here are your keys! Enjoy!”

“Uh, thanks.” Skye said, taking the keys from Danielle. I debated whether or not to tell the redhead about Erin, but decided to let the meeting happen on its own. This Skye girl also looked exhausted but also ready to kick someone’s ass at any moment...so...let’s just let that one slide.

“Ne--” Danielle started, though stopped and brightened when she saw me, “Oh my gosh, it’s Ajay! Hey, stranger!”

“Hi, Danielle.” I sighed, trying to not let my discomfort show.

I was probably failing.

She was already typing in my information before I could ask.

“How was your summer? Don’t you live in Manhattan?” Danielle asked, still typing away with her eyes focused on the screen.

“My dad does, yeah,” I said, maintaining her divided attention much to my displeasure, “and I had an alright summer. You?”

“Oh, it was great! I did so many things. Golfing, surfing, snorkeling, swimming with dolphins...all the things I usually do back home in Florida.”

That explains...some. She has always seemed to have a Florida-esque persona in that way. Not to give in to a stereotype, but Floridians tend to be on the “crazy” side of the behavioral spectrum. Danielle fits into that like a glove.

I was about to continue the conversation before she beat me to it. “Ajay Bhandari, you are in dorm 413 in Lafayette Hall and are rooming with Rory Silva. I’m guessing you know the rest?” Danielle said, passing me my keys. Internally, I rolled my eyes. Externally, though, I forced a nod.

“Yes, Danielle. Thank you.” I said, holding my breath as I walked away. She shouted something back at me, but I was too focused on getting the hell out of there to care.

Back at my car, I saw Rory leaning up against the passenger door and Erin sitting on the hood.

“Jeez, Erin, the hood of my poor car isn’t a bench!” I joked, trying to lighten the mood. Though, instead, she just looked burned out.

“I’m not sorry, director man,” Erin smirked, her smile not showing the happiness that it usually had. She stood up anyway to hand me my lanyard with my keys.

As Erin clambered into the backseat, I turned to Rory.

“You packed your entire house, right? Because I didn’t bring much this year for our dorm.” I said, attaching my new keys to my lanyard. Rory groaned and nodded.

“You’re lucky I basically bought Target out of their stuff. I even bought you those nice bed sheets you wanted so that you’d actually shut up about them. Oh, and a comforter to match at my mom’s insistence.” Rory said, sighing. I smirked and gestured for him to get in.

“I’ll pay you back for them later. For now, we gotta get to Lafayette Hall.”

The whole ride, because it was quiet, I tuned out. And then, without warning Guns and Ships from Hamilton played over and over in my head.

...This is going to be a long year.

The sun was almost hidden under the horizon once we arrived at Lafayette Hall. It wasn’t packed at all. It was actually pretty nice.

“Okay, guys, let’s go. We’ve already burned daylight, so we’re burning nightlight!” Rory laughed. Erin groaned from the backseat.

“Not how that works, Rory, but alright. I’m letting it slide for now.” Erin said, getting out. She sounded a bit happier, but still not like her usual self.

We all gathered our things and started to head inside. Rory was lugging countless bags with him, per usual, and Erin had three.

The lobby was like any other dorm building; familiar purple and white furnishings, same set-up. The front desk’s clerk looked like they were about to fall asleep.

Yep, this is definitely the NYU I remember.

“Okay, this is where we part. Come find me in room 332 when you guys finish up getting your room ready.” Erin said, heading in the direction of the stairs.

“Too cool to take the elevator?” Rory asked, earning a glare from Erin.

“I need to keep my legs toned for volleyball, genius,” Erin snarked in her (somewhat) usual tone, “now go take the elevator like a wimp.”

She turned and disappeared onto the staircase, leading Rory and I to look at each other.

“What happened with her over summer?” I asked nonchalantly, pressing the elevator button with my free hand. Rory heaved another sigh next to me.

“She didn’t tell me much, but,” Rory said, his voice dropping to a whisper, “I heard that something bad happened to her grandpa. I don’t know what, exactly, but you know how she gets with that kind of stuff.”

I should’ve known; this was the same Erin that I met two years ago when we were both freshmen at NYU; her grandma had just passed away that summer and she was a wreck. It was what allowed us to bond, both being damaged in our first year at NYU, and what led to us being so close. We had that pitiful connection and would always talk to each other about our painful experiences.

“Oh, um,” I said, unable to think of the right words to say in the moment, “that’s concerning.”

“Very. I left it alone, obviously, but I think you should talk to her about it. You guys have that kind of friendship, you know?” Rory said, nudging me with his elbow as the elevator doors opened (thank goodness it was empty).

“You have that kind of friendship with her, too. I’m not the only one here with good advice.” I said, remembering the moment last year when Rory had single-handedly pulled me out of a bad mood. It was right after I heard about my mom’s boyfriend, Jim, proposing to her and how she said yes; let’s just say that I wasn’t taking the news well.

Rory was silent for a second, and I could tell he was processing my words.

“I mean, I guess you’re right, but I really don’t...” Rory trailed off when we arrived on the fourth floor, pausing to walk off, “I don’t have the right kind of advice that Erin needs.”

Like I said, Rory is insatiable.

“Dear lord, Rory,” I laughed, hopefully walking in the direction of our dorm, “you seriously need to learn how to take a compliment and run. Especially from me.”

“Oh, shut up, director man,” Rory huffed, “I’m just saying that my advice isn’t as good as yours.”

Oh. My. God. And people always wonder why I never compliment my actors. Well, here’s example A.

“That’s controversial, but I’m too busy trying to find our dorm to argue with you,” I said, squinting at the dorm numbers; all of which weren’t ours.

“These are all going up. Let’s turn around.” Rory said, looking back at the empty hallway behind us. Jesus, why is this building so confusing?

“Good idea. Reroute.”

Over the next two minutes, we found dorm 413. It was right next to the elevator...but the opposite way. I fished my lanyard out of my pocket and unlocked the door.

The dorm was quaint, like any other, but with two tall and slender windows as opposed to one. It was also pretty big in comparison to what Rory and I had last year.

“So, are we doing the same set-up as last year?” Rory asked. I nodded and sighed, setting my lightly packed bags on the left bed.

“The right side is always seemingly larger and we both know who needs the extra space.” I joked, earning a tired laugh from Rory.

“How about we take Erin and we go shopping this week? Then you won’t complain so much.” Rory said, making me roll my eyes.

“If you insist.”

Unpacking didn’t take long. I just needed to organize my still-empty closet and set up all my personal items; a few pictures, a few of Mohit’s drawings, and a plain calendar that Jim got me. I really, really didn’t want to use it because of his relationship with Amma but I didn’t want to buy another one, either. I also ended up making the rock-hard mattress with the sheets and comforter set that Rory got me as I waited for him to finish setting up.

As Rory hung his dress shirts, I took a look at my phone. It was already ten past nine and Erin texted me about twenty minutes ago.

Erin: are you and rory alive? jeez, hurry up.

Ajay: Yep. We’ll be on our way in a second.

“Okay, that's enough unpacking for now,” Rory said, moving to store his suitcases. I loudly sighed and got up.

“Are you ready to go now? Erin’s waiting.” I asked loudly.

“Yes! Can you hear me?” Rory yelled, dissolving into laughter a second later. I rolled my eyes and started to walk towards the door.

Jesus, I feel bad for the RA this year.

“Knock knock, Erin! Your two favorites are here!” Rory said, knocking on Erin’s door. Only a second later, the door opened to reveal her dorm. Surprise, surprise, it was almost the exact same as ours.

“Took you guys long enough. Come on in.” Erin said. She already had everything unpacked on her side. Posters, pictures, and there were even fairy lights on her headboard.

“Nice place,” Rory starts, looking around, “almost looks like mine.”

A small snort came from the other side of the room and I looked over to see the familiar redhead from the registration office sitting on her bed. The only oddity...it was bare; no sheets, no blankets. Just a mattress.

“You guys must be Rory and Ajay?” Skye asked, her eyes leaving her laptop and flitting over to Erin for confirmation.

“In all their glory. Guys, this is Skye.”

Rory was the first to wave and stick his hand out for her to shake. “I’m Rory! Nice meeting you, Skye.”

Skye hesitated a bit before shaking Rory’s hand, and even then, she rolled her eyes.

“Same here, I guess,” Skye said, looking at me, “then you’re Ajay?”

“Yeah. I’m not going to shake your hand, though.” I said, trying to ease the gloom that weighed the room down. Instead, it just made things a bit awkward. Skye gave me a tight-lipped smile and nodded, brushing loose auburn hair that fell out of her ponytail away from her eyes.

“So, Skye, what’s up with your...decoration?” Rory asked. Her entire side of the room was bare.

“Well, I got the wrong bag from the airport, for starters,” Skye exasperated, closing her eyes, “and then I realized I forgot my computer charger and my phone charger at home just before you guys came.”

Yeesh, that’s rough.

“Speaking of, Skye, did you take the bag--” Erin started, though there was another knock at the door. Erin furrowed her brows and looked at me before she moved to answer it. On the other side stood two girls; one with blonde hair and about six inches shorter than me, the other with black hair and about the same height as me. They both looked nervous.

“Um, hello! Sorry to disturb you guys. Is this Skye Crandall’s dorm?” The one with blonde hair asked. She looked calmer and more composed than the other and she held an identical bag to the one at the end of Skye’s bed in her hands.

“Yeah, come on in.” Erin said, her familiar, welcoming smile appearing for the first time since I arrived.

Skye perked up from her bed, her eyes lighting up. The two girls clambered into the room awkwardly, making a beeline for the redhead.

“Skye, right?” The girl with black hair asked softly, taking the bag from her friend with a blush. Skye nodded and gave her the smallest smile.

“That’s me. Are you Leila, then?” Skye asked, getting up to retrieve the other bag. The girl with black hair sighed with relief.

“Yep. Leila is definitely my name.” Leila said. Her friend elbowed her in the side with a small giggle. Skye nodded and held out Leila’s bag.

Wow...this is really painful to watch.

“Sorry for the mix-up, um...” Skye blushed, blinking rapidly, “I was not paying attention. To anything at the time.”

Leila was about to speak before the other girl cut in. “That’s okay! I’m glad we found you. I’m Charlotte, by the way.”

“Charlotte,” Leila said between gritted teeth, taking her bag and putting Skye’s on her bed. In an even lower voice, she added, “Thank you, now butt out.”

Rory nudged my arm to get my attention. When I looked at him, his eyes were wide and looking between Charlotte’s back and my eyes.

“What?” I whispered, though Rory shook his head. Confusion blanketed my mind...all up until I saw that she was wearing a purple drama program shirt.

Drama. Program. She had to be in the drama program. She just might be a part of the show! Of course, because that’s just my luck. A girl that I could actually have a chance of getting to know in a non-theatrical way--

“Ajay?” Erin asked, waving a hand in front of my face. I stammered, feeling my cheeks involuntarily heat up. I could tell it was visible because Rory’s smirk grew by at least ten sizes.

“What?” I shouted, frustrated with my own thoughts.

“Want to go explore the building with us?” Erin asked, holding in a giggle. Glad to see she’s doing better.

“Oh, uh, sure? Why?” I said, looking between everyone’s humored looks.

“You would know if you weren’t so distracted, Ajay.” Rory teased, elbowing me again. I almost let out my retort but was interrupted by someone - probably the girls that were now snickering - clearing their throat on the other side of the room.

“To get to know the area, obviously. Why else would we?” Erin said, making me heave a somewhat dramatic sigh. Maybe she just needed to pick on me to raise her spirits.

“Is that okay with you two?” Rory asked, looking between Leila and Charlotte. They both gave a quick nod, though Leila frowned at the bag in her arms.

“Can we make a pit stop first?” Leila asked, eyeing Erin who gave her quite possibly the warmest smile I’ve seen her give over the past three years.

“Yeah, of course! Let’s get going, though. We need to be fully functional tomorrow to go shopping for the first big party of the year!” Erin squealed, making her way towards the door.

“I...you want me to go to a college party? With...but I’ve--” Charlotte gasped, her eyes going wide with panic. This immediately made Leila roll her eyes and nudge her friend hard in the shoulder with her own. A genuine laugh escaped Leila as she turned to everyone.

“Charlotte here isn’t much of a party animal, but she’ll definitely loosen up with time.” Leila teased, causing Charlotte’s cheeks to darken with embarrassment.

Nice to know that I’m not the only one in this friend group who isn’t too fond of parties. And it’s also nice to know that I may get along with her better than I thought.

“Well, sweetie, you’re going with us. We’re friends now, and no friend of mine will sit idle on the sidelines.” Erin grinned, opening her door.

After everyone exited the room, Leila and Charlotte walked a little ways down the hall before stopping in front of a door.

“We’ll be right out!” Leila said before dragging Charlotte into the room behind her. Not even ten seconds later, they appeared again.

“Okay, c’mon. We gotta explore this maze!” Rory encouraged, coaxing everyone to follow him. I caught his eye and he gave me a teasing wink. What the hell? With a glance around, I saw Charlotte walking next to me, her head immediately swiveling forward. Another blush covered her cheeks.

It turns out that Lafayette Hall isn’t exactly confusing, but it’s definitely something to get used to. It was just a big square with a lot of twists and turns.

Another thing to get used to was the fact that it had a nice game room, and with Rory and Leila’s insistence (I’m starting to think that they’re a deadly duo), we got the key.

“Oh my God, Ajay! They have a pool table! I call a rematch from that stupid party last year.” Rory gasped, taking a cue stick from the wall. I groaned and shook my head.

“I’d rather not hear you complain about your loss all night. Face off against Erin instead.” I laughed, earning a nudge from Erin.

“Thanks. Now I’ll be the one complaining all night - sorry, Skye.”

Skye gave a halfhearted smile, her mind seemingly elsewhere. Anywhere but this game room.

“Skye, can I challenge you to a game of ping pong?” Leila asked hesitantly, taking two paddles in her hands and holding one out to Skye. With both a sheepish glance and a gingerly-moving hand, Skye took it and spun it around a few times.

“Don’t go easy on me. We may have just met, but I’m not made of glass.” Skye smirked, taking her place at the table and serving the ball to Leila. Over at the pool table, I watched Rory narrow his eyes at Erin; it looked like she currently had the upper hand.

“So, Ajay, right?” Charlotte said from beside me, startling me a bit. I turned to see her leaning up against the wall, looking at me.

“That’s me,” I answered awkwardly, relaxing onto the wall to match her stance. Her eyes, which I realized were a cerulean blue, left my figure to watch the ping pong match that slowly intensified.

“Where’re you from, Ajay?”

“I was born in Maryland, but my parents moved to New York shortly after that.” I said. “You?”

“Cedar Cove. It’s a tiny town in Oregon a few miles east of Portland. I bet you’ve never heard of it?” Charlotte said. I nodded, still keeping my eyes moving between the two games despite my lackluster concentration on them.

“Nope,” I chuckled, “but that’s alright. What’s so unique about Cedar Cove?”

Charlotte fell silent for a second, though quickly replaced it with a humored sigh.

“That’s like asking a little kid why they want to go into a candy store, dude. I don’t have a single answer! Give me a different question.” Charlotte giggled, shaking her head.

“Fair enough,” I smiled, “what brings you to The Big Apple, then?”

She let out another small giggle, and in that moment, I noted that she had a very laid back personality and a contagious laugh.

“Besides college?”

“Well, yeah. Obviously.”

Deafening silence fell between us again until she piped up once more.

“I’m planning to take over the world, of course,” Charlotte whispered, “but, shh, you don’t know that. So don’t blow my cover, okay?”

Okay, she is officially someone I’d like to get to know better.

“I’ll try my best.” I responded, looking over at her. I didn’t realize this before, but she had light freckles scattered around her face, too. “What are you majoring in?”

“Drama, and then minoring in production. I’m trying to make it as a Broadway star or an actress.” Charlotte said, her voice louder than a whisper but still quite hushed. Something immediately clicked in my mind.

“Wait, you’re from the Cedar Cove that won the Spotlite competition in London like two years ago? Berry High, I think it was?” I gaped, making her gasp. She turned to face me with a bright and surprised smile.

“No way, you saw our show?” Charlotte beamed, her expression softening with (what I could only assume to be) nostalgia.

“Not in person but I did see clips. It was one of the best shows I’ve ever seen! Every aspect of it was spectacular and I was blown away by the improv skills of the leads during that blackout.” I rambled, my director’s side slowly finding its way out. Another thing clicked in my mind when she smirked. “Wait, you were a lead, weren’t you?”

Charlotte eagerly nodded. She looked so happy to be talking about this, for some odd reason.

“I was! And, for the record, that improv was terrifying!” Charlotte babbled. “But enough about me. What’re you doing here, Ajay?”

Should I blow my cover already? Tell her that, ‘yeah, I might be your director and will probably be someone that you'll learn to resent.’? I barely got to know her before she heard the truth.

“I’m majoring in drama, too. Minoring in both cinema studies and theater. All for the purpose of becoming a director.” I said, keeping my tone composed.

“Are you going to strictly direct theatrically or are you going to branch out to the silver screen?” Charlotte asked, examining my eyes. It was both flattering and a little embarrassing at the same time; she’d look at one eye for only a second before moving onto the other, and back again. It was like a workout for my eyes.

Oh no, I’m rambling.

Before I could give her my response, Erin yelled a cacophony of slurs, swears, and phrases mashed into one.

“Ajay, please knock some sense into this guy!” Erin huffed, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I lost to...to Rory!”

I gave Charlotte a sorrowful expression before looking back at Erin. “Another time, Erin. Can’t you--”

Leila yelled out, too. “Jesus, how’re you so good at ping pong?”

Skye simply gave her a smile. “Many, many hours practicing.”

I sighed, turning back to Charlotte. She was grinning, her arms folded across her chest; still looking like she was waiting for my answer.

“To answer your question, I think I’ll stick to the stage. I’m taking cinema classes this year if that thought changes, though.” I rambled. A hum escaped her as she nodded.

“Then you’re going to be a part of the show, right?” Charlotte asked, tucking a few stray hairs behind her ear. Her eyes, a deep cerulean blue, swirled with uncertainty. An anxiety, almost.

“Yeah,” I said softly, noticing her change in demeanor; her once carefree posture had coiled into a tense inverse of itself. “Are you planning on auditioning?”

Charlotte bit her lip and looked down at her shoes.

“Do you think I should?”

I hesitated for a second, running a hand through my unkempt hair, and lowered my voice down to a whisper. “Well, not to sound creepy or anything, but I’ve seen you act. And from what I saw on that stage two years ago, you’d be a great addition to any cast.”

A massive blush exploded across Charlotte’s face, turning her cheeks a bright red. “That’s...high praise coming from a director. Thank you.”

I gave her arm a small nudge with my elbow in response, causing her to break into a fit of laughter. All the sudden, though, the door to the game room slammed open, revealing a group of ambitious freshmen.

“Oh, we’re done in here, guys!” Erin said hurriedly, hastily gesturing our group out the door. For a split second, I saw surprise pass through her features; the kind that made it seem like she was remembering something. Dear God, what is wrong with this day?

“The room is all yours!” Rory blurted before closing the door behind him. In the hallway, everyone looked confused.

“I still want to know all your secrets to being a ping pong goddess.” Leila laughed, making Skye crack a laugh for the first time since Rory’s grand entrance about an hour ago.

“My secrets are extremely guarded, so good luck.” Skye challenged, narrowing her eyes the slightest bit at a clueless Leila.

“Oh, wow, what time is it?” Charlotte gasped, whipping out her phone. Her expression turned into panic. “Oh my God, I have six missed calls from my parents and a few from my brother! I need to go!”

“Wait, wait! Let’s exchange numbers!” Rory said, not letting Charlotte leave. Hurriedly, she shoved her phone into everyone’s hands. Once she reached me, I fumbled over the numbers. Dear God, Ajay, get yourself together.

“Quickly, please!”

Leila laughed for a minute before she pulled her own phone from her pocket, her happiness crumbling into annoyance.

“Jeez, ten missed calls from mine!” Leila huffed. Erin was about to speak before Charlotte chided in with a farewell.

“It was super awesome meeting you guys,” Charlotte said hurriedly, taking Leila’s arm, “I will text you all later! See you!”

Without another word, the two took off down the hallway and to the elevator.

“Well, um, we met three new people today!” Rory cheered, elbowing Skye’s arm. She didn’t look too pleased.

“Awesome, but I’m ready to go relax. Skye, need help setting a few things up?” Erin said, turning to her roommate that gave her a shrug.

“You don’t really need to help me, but, sure.” Skye sighed, looking down at her feet. Again, why were everyone’s feelings so sensitive today?

“Alright, then. This is where we split up.” I added, walking towards the elevators. Rory started to follow when Erin led Skye towards the stairs.

“Good night, guys.” Erin called, waving, and then turning a corner.

After tossing and turning for a good two hours, I pulled out my phone and decided to text Erin. She’d be up at the late hour (she rarely sleeps) and I wanted to check in with this odd behavior.

Ajay: Hey. Is everything okay? You’ve been acting weird ever since I arrived.

A response came not even a minute later. Figures.

Erin: i don’t want to talk about it, ajay. thanks tho.

Ajay: I wasn’t asking to talk. I was asking if you were okay.

I knew something was wrong, but Erin was usually the type to ramble on and on about anything she faced. It was strange to see her bottling up all of her emotions.

Erin: i am. don’t worry about me.

Erin: i just had a really rough summer.

Wow. How do you even respond to that?

Ajay: If you need to talk or anything, you know where to find me. Okay?

That’ll have to do for now. No pressure, just assurance. Hopefully that’s enough.

Erin: yep. night.

Because either of us will actually end up sleeping tonight...

Ajay: Night, Erin.

#high school story class act #hssca #ajay bhandari #skye crandall #rory silva #erin ward #mc: charlotte parker #oc: leila maciel #choices stories you play #warnings: mentions of divorce and some swearing #chapter two! 🥳

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The next morning was filled with room-service waffles and orange juice and endless Grayson kisses. Watching you walk out of the bathroom in just a small white towel and dripping wet hair made him lose his mind. Soon enough, the two of you were going at it again on the bed - rushing through to be able to check out by 11. If he was being honest, Grayson didn’t want to leave - he wanted to pay for another night here with you. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option.

Ethan and Grayson had to be home Sunday evening for a family dinner welcoming them home for the holidays. So, as the two of them slid their overnight bags into Grayson’s car, he paused for a moment.

“Are you going home?” He questioned his beautiful girl who was about to slide into the passenger seat.

“Yea, eventually.” You nodded, biting your lower lip. “My parents are out of town for the next two weeks, so I’m not leaving until the actual week of Christmas.”

Grayson got into the car, turning the heat on full blast as you joined him. “You’re gonna be here all alone?” He stuck his lower lip out in a pout and slowly took off back to campus. “That’s no good.”

“It’s really okay, Gray.” You shrugged, reaching over to rest your hand on his thigh. No, being in the dorms alone for two weeks wasn’t necessarily ideal, but neither was going home to an empty house - or going home at all.

“I don’t think so.” He rolled his eyes, letting you know it really wasn’t okay with him. The last thing he wanted was to drive home, knowing he wouldn’t be able to see you for an entire month, and know you were here all alone. “What if you came home with me… just until you have to leave?”

“Seriously?” With wide eyes, you turned your body to face him. Grayson had a small smile tugging on his lips as he thought about bringing you home to meet his family.

“I mean - why not?” He chewed on his inner cheek for a moment, “I need to call my mom and see what Ethan thinks, but I don’t see why it would be a problem.”

“Wow… yeah… that would be great.” Squeezing his hand for a second before settling back into your seet, you let out a puff of air. In your past relationships, meeting the parents was something you aggressively avoided. In fact, you often broke off relationships if someone tried to bring you into their family. With Grayson, you desperately wanted to meet his family.

“You’re really going to bring her home after just a few days of being back together?” Ethan gawked at his younger brother who had just gotten off the phone with their mom.

“Mom seems pretty excited, Ethan.” Stuffing some socks into the top of his suitcase, Grayson felt himself getting angry. Things felt so good with you that he almost forgot about his relationship with Ethan. “I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.”

“Of course mom’s excited, she was worried you’d never find a girl.” Ethan scoffed, zipping up his suitcase and getting started on his toiletry bag. He was trying to find a way to see he didn't want you to come without actually saying it. “It’s just - our traditions have never included her… so why should we change everything now?”

“Because I love her?” Grayson questioned as if Ethan was a complete idiot. “That’s what happens with families, dude - they grow because you add more people you love.” Shaking his head in disbelief. “She’s coming - I’m not leaving her here alone. If you’re going to be a fucking dick, you can pretend I don’t exist for the next two weeks.”

“Fine - sheesh.” Ethan held up his hands in defense, knowing his brother was still on the edge of hating him. The last thing he wanted to do was cause more discourse between the two of them. “I’ll play nice.”

While the boys were arguing, you were nervously packing nearly your entire closet. You weren’t sure what to bring to a boyfriend’s house and you really weren’t sure what you would even need. So, in that case - you just decided to bring as much as you could. You were going to be gone from school for an entire month.

Sure, the thought of being in a house with Ethan and Grayson for two weeks did make you nervous, but you hoped the three of you had gotten over the issues.

Five hours and a dozen pit stops later, the three of you were finally pulling into the Dolan’s childhood home. Right away, you noticed how much more welcoming the place was than your house - things were decorated personally, not like every other house in the neighborhood. Grayson turned around to say something to you, but before he could, his mom was throwing open your door with a big smile on her face.

“You must be Logan!” Soft blonde hair and warm eyes instantly soothed your nerves - she was clearly happy to see you.

“Hi - yes!” You nodded, smiling widely. “It’s so good to meet you.” She let you get out of the car before engulfing you in a hug that was quickly interrupted by Grayson clearing his throat.

“Nice to see you too, mom.” He laughed teasingly, pulling his mom away from you into his arms for a second.

“Oh, shh…” She shoved her son playfully, quickly moving to give Ethan a kiss on the cheek. “You know I love you boys, but I just couldn’t wait to see the woman who captured Grayson’s heart!”

For the first time in a while, you felt your cheeks heat up - you felt so happy to be here and welcomed immediately.

“I trust the two of you to behave in here since Ethan will be sleeping in here too.” Lisa winked playfully as she helped the two of you into the twins’ shared bedroom. “Cameron - my daughter - is also bringing a friend home so we can’t spare the guest bedroom this time.”

“Oh, that’s okay - I don’t mind.” You smiled softly, sitting down on the edge of Grayson’s bed as Lisa quietly headed back downstairs. Ethan was nowhere to be found.

“I get to share a normal sized bed with you for two whole weeks?” You giggled, reaching for your boyfriend who willingly came to stand between your legs before leaning down to capture your lips in his.

“Aw, come on!” Ethan gagged as he entered his bedroom, he knew you’d be sleeping in here, but he really hoped he didn’t have to watch you two suck face for fourteen days.

“Sorry, E.” Grayson laughed, pulling away from you slightly before unzipping his suitcase and starting to unpack.

The next two weeks honestly flew by - spending every night pressed tightly up against your man was a dream come true. Every meal was phenomenal and you truly felt like family here. You, Cameron, and her friend from college had gotten along so well, Grayson was kind of jealous. Not to mention how much Lisa adored you - she constantly told Grayson how proud she was of him for getting someone like you. It was all driving Ethan nuts. He’d be lying if he said the thought of telling everyone what the two of you had done hadn’t crossed his mine. Unfortunately, he knew it wouldn’t end the way he wanted it to.

There was no denying that Ethan was 80% in the wrong in the situation and you the other 20%. He didn’t want to risk his entire family hating him just so he could have a few minutes of satisfaction. So he withheld, keeping his comments in for two entire weeks, just silently counting down the days until you flew home.

“We are so sad to see you go.” Lisa sighed before hugging you to her tightly, Cameron did the same before she helped you load your suitcase into the twins’ car. “I hope you come back sooner than later..”

“I hope so too - thank you all so much for welcoming me.” You smiled softly, a bit of a gasp leaving your mouth as Ethan side hugged you - mainly for show. “Have a merry Christmas you all!” As you slipped into the car with Grayson, you let out a shaky sigh. There was about a thirty minute drive to the airport, but you wished it was never ending.

“You ok?” Grayson turned his head to you as he pulled out of the driveway. He could hear your shaky breathing from his seat.

“I’m okay.” Nodding and swallowing the lump in your throat. “Just really don’t want to leave, if I’m being honest.”

“I don’t want you to either.” Grayson sighed, reaching a hand over to lace into yours. “You know your parents will be excited to see you.”

Simply nodding, knowing he was right - at least about your mom. She had called as soon as they had gotten back from their vacation, asking when you’d be coming home. You didn’t mention where you were, knowing it would upset your very conservative parents. IF you were being honest, you weren’t all that excited for Christmas, Grayson and you had decided to exchange gifts when you got back to school so you didn’t have to travel with something on a plane.

“Here we are…” Grayson muttered, letting out a puff of air as he looked over at you. He didn’t want to see you go… he wasn’t sure he could handle not seeing you for two weeks.

“I am going to miss you like a bitch.” You laughed, reaching over the console to hug him to you tightly. “Thank you so much for the last two weeks… I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Log.” He whispered, pulling your face to his and kissing you passionately. “Text me every day and I will see you in just a few short weeks.”

He kissed you again before you got out of the car, his hand waving somberly as you finally drug your feet into the airport. Grayson Dolan had changed your entire world in just one semester - you couldn’t wait to see what happened in the next one.

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jamielea81 · 5 years

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Back to School

Chapter 1

Pairing: Professor Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Some cursing

Description: After taking years off of school, you finally decide to go back and finish up that degree.

Word Count: Approximately 1,800

A/N: Welcome to my new series Back to School! This is a professor AU with a twist. This series will be on the shorter side (no more than 10 chapters) and will be updated weekly. I’ve tagged those that have asked to be tagged before, if you would like to be removed just let me know.

*Italics are internal thoughts.

Sticking out like a sore thumb wasn’t your idea of a good first day back to school. It was like high school all over again, but instead of wearing cheap clothes from the clearance rack while the other girls in school wore designer jeans, you wore business attire. Black pencil skirt, blouse, heels, makeup done up, that was your staple most days at the office. Students hanging around campus and in your first class were dressed in pajama pants, jeans, gym shorts and t-shirts. You were vastly over dressed, but it wasn’t your fault, you had to go back to work after your second class.

You had taken a few years off of school. Who were you kidding? You took 13 years off. It was always your intention to go back to college and finish up that degree, but life got in the way.

During senior year, you had gotten sick. It started out simple enough with pains in your stomach, but no amount of pain killers and rest could cure it. Once it was apparent you weren’t getting better, you made numerous trips to the health center on campus. They in turn referred you to the regional hospital that diagnosed you with an ovarian cyst. It was already quite large and your doctor recommended surgery as soon as possible. Two weeks later, you had the surgery to remove it. Because of the recovery time and the days you missed being ill, you had no choice but to take incompletes for all your classes that semester. Your job on campus was also terminated because you were no longer enrolled in classes.

Life back at home with your parents wasn’t a breeze. After being away for nearly four years, it was quite the adjustment living under their roof once again. They encouraged you to take classes at the nearby University which you did, but you struggled. Driving into the city was a pain and finding parking was even harder. You stuck with one of the two classes you enrolled in and managed to finish it leaving eight credits to go.

You found a job fairly quickly after a friend working in a call center gave you the heads up about an opening. It started as a fulltime position that summer, and you planned on going part time in the fall so that you could take a couple of classes to complete your degree. You ended up moving in with said friend at the end of summer. The money was rolling in as you turned out to be quite the sales woman. Deciding to take one more semester off to put some money in the bank, turned into a year off. Student loan bills started to arrive in your mailbox since you weren’t enrolled in classes. That one year turned into two. You moved out on your own. Took a new sales job with great benefits and a 401K. Two years turned into five. A job in middle management became available and you took it. Even though you were great at sales, you didn’t particular love it. Motivating others and knowing how to manage a team was more your forte. At that point you were doing quite well for yourself that school went on the back burner. Before you knew it, you were in your mid 30s worrying about a fifteen-page paper due at the end of the semester.

The campus is nice, as far as colleges go. It was also conveniently located thirty minutes from your home and office. Lush green lawns, loads of maple trees, benches and tables scattered along the wide walk ways. There’s a coffee shop in the student union, but you found a coffee cart located outside near a row of benches that faced a large water fountain in the center of the campus.

You acquired yourself a cup with two shots of vanilla. Grabbing a few capsules of cream and adding them to your cup, you planted yourself on an empty bench. You reached into your briefcase to grab out the syllabus from your first class, Economics in the Modern Age. There was no point in acquiring a backpack when you had only two classes and you had to get to work right after your second one. An hour between classes was more than enough time to look over your notes and get a cup of coffee.

“Can’t believe classes have started up again.” A deep voice in front of you said.

Looking up, the sun partially blinds your view. You put your hand up to shield the sun to get a better look at him.

“Sorry.” He says, moving about a foot to the right to block the brightness from your view.

And what a new view it was. Broad shoulders, dark blonde hair, nicely groomed beard, and those eyes. A poet could write several books about those eyes. He looked to be about your age, which was refreshing. Dressed in dark blue jeans, buttoned down checkered shirt and a brown sport coat over it. You were starring. Once you realized it, you looked down and quickly took a sip from your cup and nodded.

He stuck out his hand and you quickly set your cup down next to you on the bench. “Steve Rogers. History.”

“Ah, um, Y/N Y/L/N. Business administration.” You said, shaking his hand. His fingers fit nicely against yours. You really hoped he didn’t notice the blush.

“Do you mind?” He asked, gesturing toward the empty space beside you.

“Not at all.”

Be cool Y/L/N. Just because the hot guy wants to sit next to you, it does not mean he’s interested.

Going slow was never easy for you, which is why you were single. Your mind had a hard time differentiating between guys who were being friendly and guys who were interested. One would think with age and time, those kinds of problems would be sorted.

“Beautiful day.” You offered. Not really knowing what to say.

He hummed in response. “I’m looking forward to the cooler weather. I hate always feeling over dressed this time of year.”

You nodded. Giving him a small smile. “Same.” You said, gesturing to your long-sleeved blouse. At least you had opted to go bare legged. “It’s not so bad in the shade.”

This small talk is killing me.

Steve nodded his head. “How’s your schedule this semester?” He asked.

“Only two courses. Think I’ll manage.”

“Nice. I’ve got four, but two are twice a week.”

“Ouch. I’ve always hated those.” You replied.

He smiled. Eyes crinkly as he looked at you. “Why haven’t I seen you before?”

“I’m new here.” You said, shrugging one shoulder.

“Well, you can count me as your official welcoming party.”

You laughed. “I give you my thanks then.”

A small alarm sounded in your briefcase. Reaching in you pulled out your phone seeing you had twenty minutes until your next class. Not knowing where all the buildings were, you wanted to give yourself plenty of time to get there and hopefully find a seat in the back.

“I better get going.” You said, standing up and grabbing your bag. “It was nice to meet you Steve Rogers, History.”

He stood up as well, laughing hard, throwing his head back slightly. “You as well Y/N. I hope to see you around campus more.”

Your face flushed and you hoped he didn’t notice. “Hopefully.”

You quickly turned your back to him heading in any direction to get away from the handsome man. Not that you really wanted to run away, but you didn’t want to ruin something that hadn’t even started by saying something stupid.

After walking aimlessly for ten minutes, you consulted the campus map on your phone and started walking in the correct direction. You reached the History building with a few minutes to spare. The room wasn’t far down the hall and all rooms were numbered legibly. Finding the door was still open, you felt relieved. The room was a large lecture hall with stadium seating. Stepping inside you felt a small wave of panic as most seats were occupied with only a few open ones in the front rows and a couple single seats scattered in the middle.

Next week I am so getting here a half hour earlier.

You begrudgingly walked down the staircase, dodging careless backpacks left in your path. Sure, you wore heels daily to the office, but that was mainly at your desk or in a conference room, not down a large staircase with legs stretched out, ready to catch a victim not paying attention.

As you made your way down the steps to the mostly open first row, you couldn’t help but notice eyes on you. Instantly you felt self-conscious, thinking perhaps you had something on your face or coffee down your blouse. You took your seat and the eyes drifted away, back to their phones or conversations with the people they were sitting with.

They thought I was the teacher. That’s it, I’m changing at the office from now on.

You dug out a notebook and pen. Blue ink, not black of course. We all have our habits. You scribbled “History Beyond the Walls” on the front cover of the notebook. You picked the course randomly as you only needed a 200 level history class to complete the requirement for your degree.

The door in the back closed with a loud bang. A muttered sorry was heard and you, much like everyone else, turned around to see what caused the disturbance.

Whoa. Steve’s in this class.

You silently prayed that he’d take the seat next to you. Just for the camaraderie of adults going back to school, nothing more. Right? You continued to watch him descend the staircase hoping he’d see you. You subtly move your eyes to his left hand to check for a ring since you didn’t do so earlier. It’s naked which makes you smile. I suppose he could have a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend.

Shaking your head slightly to get out of your own mind, you go back to the intense eye contact that pays off as Steve sees you. His face is a mix of surprise and confusion. A small smile graces his face but it quickly fades. His eyes crinkle and small lines appear on his forehead. Head tilting to the side you hear a muttered “Y/N?” You give him a slight wave as he walks completely past you, setting his bag on the desk at the front of the classroom. Now it’s your turn to be confused.

Steve turns around and looks at you briefly before scanning the rest of the room.

“I’m Professor Rogers. Welcome to History Beyond the Walls.”

Well, shit.

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joonhaze · 4 years

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Imagine BTS : In Your Home-Ec Class (Hyung Line)

A/N : I haven’t taken a foods class (or home ec, whatever you call it) in so long, and for good reason, I can barely make grilled cheese without setting something on fire

✎ _______________________

Namjoon

“Wait, one teaspoon of vinegar or two? Y/N, what did the recipe say again?”

You turn from your place at the oven and almost shriek at the sight of Namjoon holding a teaspoon in one hand and a bottle of vinegar in the other, both hovering right over the glass bowl of cake mix.

“Namjoon!” You quickly run over and snatch the vinegar from his hands, putting it back in it’s place as he stares at you, confused.

“The recipe calls for two teaspoons of vanilla.”

You hand him the small bronze bottle as his mouth shapes an ‘O’. You snicker and smack the back of his head playfully.

“Are you sure you’re the smartest boy in school? What kind of cake is made with vinegar?” He pouts and his cheeks dust pink as you laugh even more.

“Here, let me.” You reach from behind him and pour the vanilla in the spoon that was shaking between his nerve-wracked hands. Namjoon has never felt his face this hot, and he’s even more embarrassed when he notices his friends snickering from the other kitchen across from yours.

‘This counts as a back-hug, right? I can go home today saying she hugged me, right? Holy shit, Y/N is giving me a back-hug, oh my God’

Namjoon bites the inside of his beet-red cheek to hold back his ridiculous smile. His heart feels fast and shaky, as though it’s about to burst into millions of butterflies.

You soon leave to the other side of the kitchen and Namjoon is left to focus on the warmth your hands left on his as much as possible before it fades away.

An hour later, the cake is finished and you pull it out of the oven, placing it on the counter-top as Namjoon pulls out a knife to cut it.

“No icing?” You ask. He pulls away the knife suddenly and looks up at you with wide eyes. “Do you like the icing?”

You shake your head, smiling at how adorable he is. “No, but I thought you did.”

Namjoon smiles shyly. “Oh, no, uh, the icing tastes horrible.”

You nod in agreement before brightening, turning towards the cupboards and reaching for a small pink jar.

“Sprinkles!” You excitedly run over next to Namjoon and pour rainbow sprinkles until the chocolate-brown surface isn’t visible anymore.

“You’re lucky I like sprinkles, I would’ve killed you over how hard I worked on this.”

You laugh and take a fork to grab a bite. You offer another to Namjoon and he eats it happily, more so because his crush of two years was feeding him cake that they made together and God, he’s so whipped.

“Wait, you got a little,” You start to giggle at the colorful sprinkles framing his lips.

“Whuf?” He tries to ask. You burst into laughter and Namjoon feels his cheeks swell with his growing smile.

“You have some sprinkles on the side here.” You reach up and swipe some off his cheek, licking it happily as Namjoon’s smile falls and his cheeks go beet-red. You notice his heavy blush and he turns away when you smirk.

“You have a little mooore~” You tease, back-hugging him and rocking him side-to-side.

“Have you just been teasing me all this time?” Namjoon asks defeatedly, but with a small smile. He hates but loves the way you make him so weak. You poke his dimples as you nod, laughing when he squeezes his eyes shut and sighs heavily.

“I’m sorry! It’s just so fun!”

“Fun to make me die of embarrassment?” You nod and cackle as he shakes his head dramatically. “You’re evil, Y/N.”

“I know.” You smile, standing up on your tip-toes in front of him and grinning, enjoying him looking so flustered. “Meet me at my locker at lunch? I can buy us some ramen to make it up to you.”

Namjoon smiles and boldly wraps his arms around your waist, holding you against him. “I think finishing the rest of this cake would be a much better option.”

✎ _______________________

Seokjin

“Y/N, where are the blueberries?!?”

You flinch and bump your head on the top of the fridge when you hear Seokjin screech behind you. You were currently busy looking for the almond milk after Seokjin demanded you do.

“Jin, the recipe doesn’t need blueberries.” You call over your shoulder. “Or almond milk.” You mutter under your breath.

“And who on earth said that?”

“The recipe, Seokjin.” You wave the bright-green paper tiredly, but Seokjin just snatches it away and balls it up, missing the trash can when he throws it away.

“I don’t follow recipes anyways, they hold me back!”

You sigh and roll your eyes. Seokjin being your cooking partner this semester was both the best and worst thing ever. You always got the best grades for outstanding results, mainly on his part because as much as you hated to admit it, the man was a magician in the kitchen. But the room was always left a mess after running around and grabbing whatever Seokjin demanded you to grab, and you always miss the early bus which means you always get home after four, when school ends at 3:30.

“Imagine following a recipe, hiding my talent from the world,” Jin scoffs under his breath. He mutters some more and you roll your eyes. You barely take a few steps before you hear him screech, “Y/N! I need whipped cream! And strawberry syrup! No, make it raspberry!”

You flinch and trudge towards the fridge, defeated and in no mood to even try with Seokjin anymore. It’s been a long day and he’s clearly too high on his throne to come down. You just pray you’ll make it out of this class alive at this point. And with as minimal damage to your eardrums as possible.

“Is there even a difference between raspberry syrup and strawberry syrup?” You grumble under your breath, turning back around towards the fridge. “I mean, they’re both red, right-”

You wince, feeling a rough rap on the top of your head.

Seokjin stands over you, wooden spoon in hand as his arms are crossed and folded. “Yes, Y/N, there is a huge difference!”

You roll your eyes for the trillionth time and rummage through the plethora of sauces and cans and jars until you finally find the whipped cream and raspberry sauce. By then, Seokjin is madly blending at the counter, adding more milk and berries as he so pleases.

As usual, it’s not a surprise to the class when you and Seokjin excel in the ranking and grading process when the milkshakes were presented. One of the only things that make your heart feel light during this class is when your mark is always above a 90, if not, a perfect 100.

“97!” You exclaim happily, clutching the criteria paper close to your chest.

“Oh please, our shake deserved a 100! 110, even!” Seokjin exasperates, hanging up his apron in the corner while frustratingly waving his arms. You two were the only ones left in the classroom, everyone having already been dismissed after having put away their supplies after their “half-ass blending”.

“Well, not all of us can be as critical and perfect as you, Kim Seokjin.” You smirk, giving him a side-eye as he walks towards his bag that was scattered on the floor near the door. He sighs dramatically and pouts. “It’s so hard being perfect.”

You chuckle and expect to hear his footsteps fade down the hall, but instead you hear them coming closer. You look up and Seokjin is helping you, putting away the ingredients back in the fridge as you wash the blender.

“Aren’t you supposed to leave?”

“Why do you say that?” He raises a brow at you. Your mouth suddenly feels dry when he looks at you. His eyes are piercing and perfect.

Along with being a master chef, Seokjin is also easily one of the most handsome boys in the grade, if not the school. So it’s no surprise that he constantly has girls at his feet. While you aren’t one of the ones who actively pursue him, you can’t possibly make a fool of yourself and deny your attraction towards him.

You feel your cheeks get warm and turn away suddenly, focusing intently on the white suds in the sink.

“I dunno, you just... never stay after the bell.”

Another thing you learned about Seokjin, is that he always leaves as soon as he’s dismissed, leaving you to clean, which always takes an easy extra hour everyday.

“I know, but I also see you missing your bus everyday when I drive by the station, and I feel bad, so,” He shrugs. You look back at him, confused.

“So, you’re going to drive me to the station?”

He tsks and rolls his eyes, walking towards you. “No, you nitwit, I’m going to drive you home.”

“O-Oh!” Your eyes widen in realization before they widen even more with confusion. “N-No, it’s okay, it really isn’t that big a deal...”

He looks at you critically before shrugging. “Okay.”

You smile, but your heart pangs with regret when you remember that the forecast predicted that it would be snowing heavily outside today.

Three steps off school grounds and you’re already shivering.

“Damn it, Y/N, you’re so dumb.” You curse yourself for turning down Jin’s offer.

The sidewalks are icy and the powdery snow does nothing to aid you, so you’re waddling as fast as you can to get to the station, which is at least another block away.

The wind gets sharp and shoves you to the ground, leaving you a hissing and shivering mess. You curse under your breath and get up as quickly as possible, hoping nobody was around to see you. Or else you would be cold and humiliated.

“Get in loser, we’re going to the hospital because you’re going to die of hypothermia if you keep walking like that.”

You turn in surprise and Seokjin is there on the road, bundled up behind the wheel in his car. You don’t have the heart or pride to disagree or turn him away, your fingertips feel as though they’re going to fall off any given moment now.

You sigh in relief when you get in his car, feeling delicious heat spreading down to your toes.

“Thank you.” You gasp out.

You’re breathing hot air into your palms when you think you catch Seokjin smiling at you. He probably thinks you’re weird for walking in this type of weather.

‘Cute’ He muses before driving off.

“Y/N, can I confess something?” Seokjin asks after a few minutes of awkward silence and traffic. You respond pretty quietly, but it was enough for him to hear you say ‘Uh, okay..’

“I like you. Like, like you, like you.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up in your seat because holy shit, Kim Seokjin just confessed to you.

Kim Seokjin.

Likes you.

You’ve never seen the bold boy show a hint of embarrassment or shame in the three years you’ve known him, but here he is, blushing madly as he drives you home on an unbearably freezing February afternoon.

“O-Oh...” You mutter under your breath, your fingers twisting and playing with the edge of your jacket.

“It’s fine if you don’t like me back, I just wanted to tell you because it’s been driving me crazy and I honestly wanted to get rid of the fucking feeling of hiding it from you but I really do think that we could have something, you know?”

He clears his throat nervously, pulling at his scarf around his neck. “I mean, if you like me too, that is.”

You smile, and turn towards him quickly as he pulls up to your place, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before opening the door and hopping out.

“You have my instagram, right?” He nods, clearly flustered by the way his eyes are wide and his cheeks are dusted pink.

“You’re so pink.” You giggle and Seokjin pouts. “It’s just the cold, don’t be so full of yourself.”

“Sorry.” You giggle before boldly winking flirtatiously. “Text me.”

Seokjin’s shy smile grows stupidly wide when you turn away and go inside, driving away with a hand on his cheek, tracing the place where you kissed him dearly.

✎ _______________________

Yoongi

“Y/N, Thalia isn’t here today, so you’ll be partnered with Yoongi today.”

Your mouth falls agape in front of your teacher as you glance towards your assigned kitchen, seeing Yoongi already leaning against the counter, picking at his fingernail. He looks bored. And scary.

“Uh, Ms. Liu, I... I don’t think I can work with him. He’s too... he scares me a little, I guess...” You didn’t want to be rude but you couldn’t lie.

Yoongi was notorious in your school for being extremely quiet. Menacing. Even though he hasn’t really done anything to fuel or even give him the “quiet killer bad boy” reputation he has, but with all fairness, his looks didn’t help him much, wearing all black all the time and never saying more than a few words to anyone. He wasn’t mean, but he didn’t try to be nice.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, but I have so much work to do and as much as I like you, I can’t deal with this right now, so I’m sorry, but it’s just one class.”

“You’re not the one who has to work with him...” You mutter as you wrap your apron around your waist when she was out of earshot.

“Come on, I’m not that bad, am I?”

You give a small yelp and turn around in surprise. Yoongi is standing directly behind you, smiling wide. You try to say something along the lines of “I’m sorry” and “Please don’t eat me”, but he cuts you off.

“Come on partner, that steak isn’t going to season itself.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from saying anything embarrassing as you followed Yoongi to the kitchen.

Surprisingly, Yoongi was actually a good cook. No, scratch that, an amazing cook. All you did was season the steak while he took care of everything else. Well, you made the pasta, but he made the sauce so it’s pretty obvious who the more skilled one was.

Nearly an hour later, class was over and the lunch bell rang. You and Yoongi were the only ones left in class, wiping down the counters. You were leaned over one side and Yoongi was on the other. Your backs faced each other but you can feel his eyes on you every now and again. You want to say something. You should say something.

‘Stop being a pussy and just say it, Y/N’

“You’re...” You paused, trying to find the right words to say. Yoongi stopped too, putting down his rag to look at you curiously.

“Yes?”

You felt your face get uncontrollably warm noticing his smile, which grew wider when he realized you were blushing.

‘Sick bastard actually likes this’ You think, pouting.

“You’re actually a really good cook...” You mumble, turning back around to wipe clean the spotless counter.

“Really?”

You nod, not daring to look back. Your ears are hot and you can’t even begin to imagine how red your face must be.

You feel arms wrap around you and your breath hitches.

“Oh shit, I-” Yoongi jumps back, his arms fleeting away from you like your body was just aflame. “I’m so sorry, my dumbass thought that would actually work.”

“Huh?” You finally turn around, confused, dazed, and . But thank God Yoongi couldn’t see it at the moment, busy looking down and digging the toe of his sneaker into the ground.

“I asked my friends for advice on how to deal with a girl I like, and... it’s you... and even though I knew it was stupid and honestly kinda creepy, I tried it anyways because I really like you and...” He sighs heavily and buries his face in his hands. “Oh my God, I’m an idiot.”

You can’t help but crack a smile at his unexpected adorableness. “Yeah, a cute idiot.”

Now it was Yoongi’s turn to look up, utterly confused. “Huh?”

How could you still be here, let alone with a smile on your face, after he completely humiliated himself like the moron he is?

“You’re cute, Yoongi. And... what was that about the girl you like?”

Yoongi groans and throws his body atop the counter, hiding his face in shame. You giggle, enjoying the teasing. You skip over and tap him on the shoulder. “Huh, Yoongi? What was that?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Nothing, I gotta go meet a friend, I-I’ll see you later Y/N.”

He suddenly stands, and you notice his face is really red, putting your blush to shame.

“Sorry.” He apologizes, pushing past you and ripping off his apron, hanging it up hastily before running out the door, backpack barely on. You have a wave of dread wash over you and you feel terribly guilty, did you go too far?

You’re about to go follow follow him to apologize when you find a little sticky note on your backpack.

Movies after school on Friday? :]

- m.y

You smile, and notice a flicker of movement out the door.

Yoongi is standing there, peering in shyly at you. His eyes widen when he realizes he’s been spotted and he groans again, hiding his face in his hands again and throwing himself at the wall, utterly embarrassed.

“You’re adorable, Min Yoongi!”

You call after him as he runs down the hall, hand still up but it’s not enough to contain his heavy blush or wide smile.

✎ _______________________

Hoseok

“Wait, what do we do again? Teache-”

“Hobi, everytime you ask her a question, we lose marks!” You hiss, covering his mouth with your hand. You feel something wet against your palm and you yank it away with a shriek as Hoseok cackles. He just licked you.

“You’re disgusting.” You mutter as he rolls his eyes. You wipe your hand down his arm and now you’re the one cackling as he whines about his slobbered-up sleeve.

“Okay Y/N, but what about the burritos? We have no clue what we’re doing.” He brings you back to earth to face the task you both have at hand.

You look at the recipe in your hand, and back at the counter covered in ingredients of any and all sorts.

“...I’m sure we can work it out.”

You did not work it out. Instead, you worked it in. The opposite of out.

Which means, you did not make a burrito. If you’re being 100% honest, you don’t even know what you made. All you do know is that you tried to make a burrito, and that you’ll probably have to take this class again next semester.

“If I do, I sure hope you’re not in my class...” You mumble as you clean the inside of the microwave. Sticky residue that the beans and cheese left behind have you reaching in weird angles, and a pain in your shoulder grows as you scrub harder.

“Excuse me Y/N, we failed this course together. Of course I’m going to be in your class.” Hoseok scoffed.

“I actually hate you.”

“Do you really?” Hoseok pouts from his place on the floor, where he was mopping up tortilla crumbs and more beans. You nod affirmatively with a contradicting blush. “With my whole heart.”

“What heart?”

You gasp back at him and he laughs, pointing teasingly at your incredulous face.

“Eat my ass.”

“What ass?”

“Jung Hoseok!”

You turn around and whip him with the rag, making him wince and shriek as he tries to escape your tyranny. You both run laps around the class, twisting and turning, opening fridge doors to use as shields and jumping over counters from one kitchen to the next. There might as well have been footprints on the wall.

“Time out!” He screams, waving a white towel in surrender on the other side of the room. You smirk, accepting victory and turning back around to get back to cleaning your kitchen.

“YEET!”

You hear Hoseok scream, and you feel him tackle you, arms wrapping around your sides and holding your arms down tightly.

“HOSEOK, LET ME GO!” You cry, laughing as he swings you around.

“Nope! You’re my to-OOOOOY!”

He screeched as he lost balance, slipping on the beans he discarded after your battle. And he brought you down with him, like a boat’s anchor.

You squealed as your bodies hit the floor, Hoseok’s arms still wrapped around you. You distinctly felt his hand cradling your head before you both collided on the ground.

You both lay there, panting on the ground, with your body atop Hoseok’s, his hand still protectively over your head.

“You okay?”

He gasps out. You lift your head from where it hid in his shoulder and nod, gulping when you realize that your noses are practically touching.

“I...” Hoseok doesn’t know what exactly to say. Neither do you. The space between you two is so small, it’s barely an inch.

‘I could kiss him so easily right now,’ You ponder distantly, stealing a glance at his lips. They’re pink and heart-shaped and oh-so lovely.

His breath is warm and it does nothing to help hide your spreading blush.

“Um, thanks for... protecting me, I guess.” You gently place your hand on his hand, where it still lay atop your head.

“You guess?” Hoseok raises a brow playfully. “I guess I didn’t want to you to hit your head and smash your face against the floor.”

You both laugh, and you’re grateful that Hoseok knows how to ease an awkward situation.

“Oh shut up, I know you’d throw me down the stairs the second you’d get the chance.”

Hoseok’s smile doesn’t falter, but the emotion in his eyes change to something a bit... brighter.

“Never. Why would I throw my crush down the stairs?”

“Your what?” Your eyes widen in shock. A moment later, his do too, and he’s covering his mouth with his hands in surprise.

“Oh shit.” He says quietly. You get off his chest, but your legs are still around his waist.

“Forget I said anything, I-I wasn’t thinking, I-” He stutters in panic and disbelief at what he just did. He really just outed himself like that. To you. To your face. By accident. On the foods room floor.

You stare at him pointedly. “Hobi, your face is red. Really red.”

Hoseok’s eyes grow as wide as saucers with panic and he covers his face with his hands in a flash. “No it’s not.

“Hoseok...” You narrow your eyes at him.

Hoseok turns away from you, squirming and whining. You smile fondly. You always adored his stupid noises.

“Jung Hoseok!”

You pin his arms above his head and he’s forced to look at you with a pout.

“What?”

You can tell he’s trying not to smile, so you take the challenge. Your eyes sparkle with determination and he notices, gulping nervously with concealed excitement.

You kiss him.

You break the short distance and kiss him, with all the guts you have.

Innocently, sweetly, nothing serious, just lips on lips. It’s your first kiss, you’re not an expert.

But it’s enough to break Hoseok into a smile, wide and face-splitting. He’s grinning ear-to-ear when you pull away, and his arms break free from your hold to wrap around your waist.

“What does this mean?” He asks after moments of staring up at you. You roll your eyes and kiss between his brows.

“It means I like you, dumbass.”

“Aww, I like me too!”

You grab the ‘innocent flag’ towel off the floor and whack him upside the head with it. “Eat my ass, Jung Hoseok.”

He grins devilishly, smacking your butt harshly, making you gasp.

“What ass?”

✎ _______________________

Author’s Note :

I’m prepared to fight each and every one of these boys for making me catch feelings through a sCREEN.

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Baby, Baby | 04 (m)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Surrogacy AU

Warnings: Smut (i’ll let it be a surprise HUEHUEHEUE), Fluff. A bit of Angst but it will be worth it. Child birth (not much detail)

Words: 12k

Summary: When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

A/N: here it is folks. Unedited as always but i’ll upload the edited version once i receive it [uploaded]. I’m kind of wanting to weep that this is over but i like how it’s ended. keep in mind there is a sequel. So enjoy my loved. let me know what you think :) Again - I don’t claim to know how giving birth works but this is fiction and if you’ve stuck with the series im sure you’re okay with inaccuracies in the story lmao

You can’t tell what your OB/GYN is pointing at exactly. Actually you kind of have tuned her out the moment she’d pointed out that this was the human growing inside of you. And as soon as you can finally – finally– see what seems to be a prominent nose and a head – your breath is hitching.

“Oh would you look at that. It’s a boy!” Exclamations are sounding off in the room and you can’t glance away from the screen. Still watching your baby boy’s little feet and the blurry features of his face as he turns.

Oh lord.

He wasn’t yourbaby boy. He was…. Taehyung and Jimin’s. And that’s when you finally glance over to the happy couple that’s embracing each other while Jimin also seems to be playfully sighing because the baby is not a girl like he’d hoped.

“Congrats baby. I was hoping for a little ballerina but a boring business man will do.” Jimin is patting Taehyung in mock consolation while he only rolls his eyes at Jimin with the widest smile you’ve seen so far.

“Who says boys can’t be ballerinas?” you don’t realise that it’s you who’s spoken up for the first time until everyone is looking at you. And Jimin is finally rushing ahead and cradling your face in his hands while the doctor has gone to get the nurse to discharge you.

“Of course they can,” His smile is genuine. You can tell from his eyes. You had apprehensions that maybe Jimin will slowly start to realise that he has no biological connection to the child and maybe detangle himself once you’re pregnant but the gorgeous blond had just only proved you wrong time and time again. He had been the most caring one and sometimes it had made you forget that it wasn’t his child that you were carrying.

His warm hands hold your face in his as he towers above you on the ultrasound bed. And Taehyung has come to stand beside him as well, helping you get up and get yourself together – ready to go home. He just smiles kindly – helping you walk out of the clinic and get to the car after the doctor had told you to take it easy for the next few weeks until your due date. Which, speaking of, was right before your graduation. You weren’t sure if you would even be feeling up to it when it should be the biggest day of your university career but you had quickly shaken yourself out of those thoughts before you delved too far.

A sharp pain is shooting through you just as you are about to sit in the back seat and immediately, Taehyung is slipping his hands around your waist to steady you before you fall.

“Are you okay? Y/n?”

His voice sounds muffled, and distant and your vision is going blurry. You’re not sure if you’ve lifted your hand to clutch at Taehyung in order to stay upright because everything is hazy. And when you can finally hear Taehyung clearly again, Jimin is also crowding you, his hand had slid to the other side of your waist until you could finally see both of their faces.

“I think we should take her back inside.” Taehyung’s deep worried voice is what you can decipher first.

“Let her talk first. Y/n? Darling? Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes. I just,” You can’t even describe it. You don’t know where the pain came from and where you even felt it. Maybe in your heart? Was this bad for the baby? What was happening? The feeling in your hands has returned somewhat because you can feel the friction of Taehyung’s cashmere sweater against your fingers.

“You what? Are you in pain?” Taehyung’s voice is much clearer now and right by your side while you rest your body against him. It takes you a minute but you shake your head slowly to tell them that you’re fine.

“Not anymore. I-I just need to sit I think.” Immediately, Jimin is going to the other side to slip in the car so Taehyung can guide you in gently and slipping beside you so you’re nestled comfortably between them. The driver waits and Jimin has already put up the security screen to give you three some privacy. Taehyung’s adjusting the pillow behind your lower back so you’re sitting more comfortably and putting on your seat belt while Jimin is just holding your hand, asking if you need water or anything else.

“N-No. I’m okay. Not sure what happened back there but I’m fine now.”

“Thank goodness. Gave us a scare, y/n.” Jimin’s light chuckle is enough to diffuse the tense air and have you all relaxing back in your seats as Taehyung taps the window to let the driver know to drive. Unlike Jimin, his expression hasn’t changed. His still steely gaze looks ahead of him, while his right arm is resting behind your head on the headrest of your seat – almost protectively. You can tell that he’s still worried even after you’ve assured them that you are okay. And you were. So you do what you always do when you know that - unless you are sincerely honest with Taehyung – he’ll stay worried and will not believe you. Your smaller hand reaches out for his own that’s resting on his lap, less cautiously since your last intimate encounter those months ago in the bathroom.

“I’m alright Taehyung.” Encasing his larger hand in your own, you squeeze lightly, “I promise I’ll mention it to the doctor at the next appointment.” It takes a few minutes for him to look at you and your hand is starting to get sore because you’ve been holding up your pinky to make the promise a real one. May be a bit childish of you but you didn’t care. You were just being sincere and this was your way of showing that sincerity. Plus, his melodious little laugh and the gorgeous smile that accompanied it was worth it.

“Fine. But you tell one of us immediately if something changes okay? I don’t even care if we have to fly back.” Oh. You’d almost forgotten about that. But you give him another reassuring smile, locking both of your pinkies to promise him that you will indeed tell him or Jimin. Mainly because you were sure that you won’t be needing to make that emergency call at all.

“We’re going to hold you to that, okay?” This time it’s Jimin who is speaking up from the other side and you only roll your eyes playfully but nod anyway, giving him a thumbs up while he only mutters ‘cute’ under his breath making you blush like a little girl.

“Alrighty, let’s get going. We have a flight to catch soon.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay here? We can stay. Or at least one of us can stay.” Jimin is holding you close to him, making it slightly harder to think with his warm body pressed against yours, as much as he could, with your large distended stomach between you both. Nonetheless, he’s leaning his head down to look in to your eyes and see any worry there that might tell him to stay when really – there was no need to.

“I am okay Jimin. Promise. I won’t be the first pregnant woman staying alone for a week. Plus, the whole staff will be here. I’ll be fine!” Your arms are trying to keep a hold on his frame as well to relay your sincerity but he’s still looking at you like he just knows you might collapse any second. Which was not true in the sense he thought. You may, however, collapse because of how close Taehyung also stood to you both, watching Jimin make sure that you’ll be fine on your own while they visit Taehyung’s family for a week at their annual family gathering.

“We trust you, y/n. Right Jimin?” Taehyung is pointedly looking at Jimin who is only scoffing at his question without even so as a look in Taehyung’s direction and you can sense that there is something probably going in between them – perhaps related to the arguing you’d heard a few times in the last few weeks. But of course, it was none of your business and you only were there temporarily.

“Don’t.” Jimin’s voice is curt, and it’s the first time you’ve heard him reply to Taehyung that way. You’d heard the muffled fights a few times, and some of those times had been able to make out Jimin’s annoyed tone but quite frankly – hearing it first hand and clearly for the first time has you cowering slightly.

Taehyung is only looking away probably to avoid any more drama or to make a scene in front of you and you can respect that. It was their private matter and you weren’t going to ask questions you didn’t need to know the answers too. But that didn’t mean you weren’t concerned for the couple who you’d grown to care for so much. You don’t want to give the credit to just the pregnancy hormones – you genuinely cared and held a special place in your heart for both of these men. And your heart broke slightly seeing them agitated with each other when they were normally the epitome of a loving, healthy relationship. Something you definitely wanted now and even longed for on some nights when you lay in your bed alone.

“I-I’ll be fine.” You gesture towards your phone that lay on the kitchen counter, “I will call if anything is wrong.” After a few seconds, Jimin is nodding, finally satisfied that it was okay for them to leave and now you were getting worried that they will miss their flight. “You should hurry! You’ll miss your flight.” The butler is taking their luggage out to the car while you follow them to the main door. Though Taehyung is only chuckling at your worried face.

“We won’t when the plane is our own, darling.” Of coursethey have a private jet. Holly cannoli. Their son would be spoiled to the heavens. You suspect that they are laughing at your gaping mouth but you don’t even bother hiding your surprise and just nod along mumbling a ‘wow’.

“Alright then, y/n. Take care of yourself and our little guy here.” Jimin is pecking your cheeks, hands lovingly caressing your stomach before he’s opening the door and leaving along with Taehyung who hesitates for a second, looking at you after Jimin has withdrawn but walking out after him anyway – making your chest slightly constrict with disappointment. No matter how many intimate encounters you two have had – which wasn’t that many – Taehyung always seemed to withdraw from you after each one as if slipping right back in to the demeanour he probably had around his office – reminding you that this was a business transaction. But again, the way they both cared for you made you feel like a part of their family and, stupidly, build this false sense of fulfilment that you knew would be gone as soon as this baby was born.

You’re about to make your way back to the main living room area – Jimin had banned you from coming outside in the cold to see them off – when the main door is opening and you assume it’s the butler returning.

“Are they safely go- Oh. What’s wrong? Did you leave something behind?” It’s Taehyung, standing in the doorway for a few seconds looking at your puzzled face before he’s taking long strides towards you until he’s slipped a hand behind you to pull you closer to himself, startling you.

“W-What-”

But you don’t get to ask him what’s wrong again as he places the softest kiss you may have ever felt upon your skin, on your forehead. His lips rest on the skin of your forehead for a few seconds longer until he’s pulling back slowly to look in to your startled – flushed – face.

“This.”

“Huh?” You’re kind of dazed with his strong hands holding you like that.

“This is what I left behind.” And now you realise what he was referring to and it makes you look away shyly – but of course, Taehyung is surprising you once again when you glance back at him. His face is inching closer and your own body has frozen on the spot. What was he doing? Was he going to kiss you? All these thoughts are running through your head, all the while Taehyung is inching closer to your mouth, so much so that you can feel his minty breath on your lips. They’re almost on your own when the main door opens again.

“Taehyung?” Jimin is staring at you both – embracing each other – which an unreadable expression and suddenly, you’re filled with guilt. You can’t tell if Jimin is upset, disappointed or happy. You’ve never seen the blonde without any expression at all on his face and it makes you feel even guiltier as Taehyung retreats back to Jimin – Jimin waving you good bye with a forced smile before the door had closed and you’d had to hold the wall for support to calm your heart.

Why didn’t you stop Taehyung? You can’t imagine how hurt Jimin would be thinking that you had taken advantage of the situation and not pushed Taehyung away. You cannot imagine upsetting Jimin, ever. Not after how kind he has been to you. Actually, you can’t imagine hurting either of them at all. Even if Taehyung’s flitting moods confused you so much. But there was little you could do about that when you yourself had no idea how to deal with a situation like this. Plus, you weren’t the greatest at confronting people. Heck, you’d never been in contact with so many people until you had started university and you still didn’t know many people.

But you were going to be alone for a week and while Jimin had made sure to read up on what you should be expecting at 32 weeks pregnant – and talk your ear off too about it – you were going to admit that you were only slightlyscared of spending time by yourself after being surrounded by the two men almost every day at one point or another. Walking back to the living room – you settle on the couch for the night with one of the staff rushing forwards – at Taehyung’s orders – to make sure the pillow behind your back is nice and settled and you can relax. The staff usually went home but both men had them on 24/7 duty while they were gone and it made you feel bad that they’d also be missing time away from their family.

“Hey Gerta, do you have your kids waiting for you?” The nice elderly woman is smiling kindly at you as she brings you your dinner from the kitchen – that smells amazing if you say so yourself – before she replies.

“Yes I do, ma’am. But it’s fine. Mr Kim’s orders are priority.” You just scoff at the mention of your son’s father. He was too serious for his own good.

“I’m sorry. He’s a bit of a pain isn’t he sometimes? I told him I could look after myself.”

“Oh no!” She’s looking at you with her eyes growing wide in disagreement, “Mr Kim has never been nicer since you’ve come to the manor my dearie. He even smiled when he asked me, and I couldn’t help but say yes!” She’s laughing in amazement while you’re only looking at her, puzzled. This was him being nice? How bad had he been before? His poor staff. Though you did agree with Gerta – you would say yes to anything if he smiled at you too.

“Besides, you need support in this time, my dear. This is a very crucial time and you should not be alone, so they did the right thing, those boys.”

She’s nodding along to herself while you just giggle, watching her walk back to the kitchen as you eat your veggies with steamed fish. You never knew you’d be fond of fish until you hallway in your pregnancy and Jimin had made it clear that he’d dictate your diet and consulted with Dr. Klarna on regular basis. You’d been told that the company provided a dietitian that came with the contract, but apparently Jimin had turned him down and wanted to be personally involved, as well as taehyung. You’d heard this at one of your OB/GYN appointments when the receptionist from your very first appointment had gushed about them both to you – making your heart flutter once more at their generosity. The end was coming closer, though, and you needed to stay guarded. This was almost over and you knew you’d have to face reality soon.

“Are you eating enough? Avoid large, infrequent meals which will make you feel as if you’ve got a brick sitting in your stomach. Instead, go for light, easy to digest foods which won’t require intensive digestion. Fruit, vegetables, toasted sandwiches, salads, yoghurt, cereals, crackers and cheese are all good staples for healthy snacking. Remember to drink plenty of water. Maintaining your hydration will help you to stay mentally alert and keep your kidneys functioning well. Y/n? Are you listening?”

“Yes Dr. Park. Seriously Jimin, I’m fine! You should’ve gone for a medical degree instead, you know?” You’re chuckling along with him when he agrees.

“Not the first time I’ve been told this but yeah, I really should’ve. Didn’t know I’d be so interested in this to be honest.”

You’re lying in bed, talking to Jimin on the phone on the second night that the two men have been gone. They’d told you that they’d call frequently like they’d promised you and so far, Jimin has been making good on that promise. Taehyung had yet to speak with you past the greetings before he was gone to either get ready for bed or doing something else. But you didn’t mind because you were happy to at least hear one familiar voice. You didn’t want to admit to them that you were already feeling lonely.

“Okay enough about me,” You whine to Jimin, “How’s everything going? Are you both enjoying yourselves?”

Your voice sounds hopeful because you don’t want to sound nosey or invasive. They were gone for a family holiday and you were in no shape or form their actual family so technically, Jimin did not have to answer. But you never knew he’d open up the way he does when he finally responds after a sigh.

“They don’t know about us – about you being our surrogate because Taehyung didn’t tell them that specific detail. So… it’s going.”

“Oh… I’m sorry Jimin.” Why didn’t Taehyung tell his family? Is this what they had been arguing about? The little sting that you feel in your heart is almost avoidable but you can’t help but take notice of it. Was he ashamed of having you as a surrogate for his child? You needed to get a hang of your thoughts – remind yourself that this probably wasn’t about you. Your mind was just making you think up stories and possible scenarios that kept you wedged in to their lives for as long as possible. It was quite pathetic actually and now – you were feeling the sadness creep up again.

“It’s fine.” Jimin sighs wistfully “I’m more mad that they keep referring to his future child as a he! All of them! A bunch of sexists I tell you.” Jimin’s adorable whining makes you laugh and his fearless advocacy for a daughter as Taehyung’s first child is one of the few reasons you loved him.

Suddenly – you’re gasping out loud at your own thoughts.

“Y/n? Everything okay? What’s happening?”

No everything was not fine. You were in love. Your brain had thought up the word so easily as if you’d always loved him. More specifically, you yourself had finally come to accept that you loved Jimin. You loved him. And possibly Taehyung too because they both made your heart flutter and made you feel emotions you didn’t even know existed. And you knew you were in trouble and everything was just notfine.

“N-Nothing. I’m okay.” No you were not. “Just your little boy kicking again.”

Jimin is chuckling away again at the mention of the baby’s vigorous movements that had continued since that unforgettable night when Taehyung had spoken to his child. You still remembered the happiness on his face when you’d all felt the little bub kick. God. God damn it you loved him too. Fuck you loved them both and you were finally letting those feelings sink in and shake up your entire body. Your hands had started to shake as you held the phone to your ear but you made sure your breathing wasn’t getting too loud as the overwhelming emotions bombarded you at the most inconvenient time.

“Daddies are away and he’s already causing trouble for mum, hm?” Jimin probably doesn’t realise – or think much of – when he speaks to you like that. Like you belong in their family and are a part of it but it affects you a lot. It’s been so long that you’ve pretended that it’ll all be okay but it wasn’t going to be. You were in deep and your heart had locked all your feelings in place for the two of them that you knew – you knew they weren’t going anywhere.

“Y-Yeah,” Your laugh is nervous but thankfully Jimin has bought it because he’s moving on quicker than you thought but you’re thankful either way.

“Hey babe, I’m talking to Y/N. Want me to pass the phone?” You can hear his tone change to talk to taehyung but after a few seconds of silence you can hear Taehyung rustling in the background before you hear Jimin sigh again. “He’s not in a good mood, but says hi though.”

You can hear how dejected Jimin sounds and you can’t help but worry about what’s happening there with them both. “It’s okay. You two take care. And feel free to call me to complain about Taehyung’s ‘sexist’ family.” You’re smirking, trying to liven his spirits but only manage to get a tired laugh – better than nothing.

“I will, sweetheart.” You two stay on the phone for a few seconds, nothing to say to each other, just listening to each other breath. It was nice and a much needed break for your fluttering heart that was making you breathless in the wake of your epiphany about your feelings for the two men. “I… I miss you.”

Damn your heart. Damn your eyes. Damn everything. Mostly, damn the universe for making your first love be exactly not that. It wasn’t a first love. They were your first loves. Two men. Who loved each other and not you. And the tears welling in your eyes were suddenly making you feel like a lump was stuck in your throat – threatening to cut off your air supply and suffocate you.

“I miss you as well. I-I have to go to the bathroom. Let’s talk later. Goodnight.”

“Alright, goodn-” You don’t wait for a reply before you’re hanging up – a chocked sob leaving your lips while you’re bringing your hands up to your mouth to quieten your cries so the staff still on duty don’t hear you cry. But to no avail – the tears keep coming. Each passing minute is making your chest tighter and your sobs louder. You know that Jimin will be worriedly calling again in the morning, but you couldn’t do this anymore. You needed to set boundaries but deep down – you knew it was futile. You were already deeply, madly, irreversibly in love with them both but you had no idea what to do with that affliction and all this love they’d been insulating inside your chest. The night is spent crying into your pillow – the only comfort being the bittersweet kicks of a child that won’t remain your own in a few weeks. And for the first time in a long time – you truly realise how alone you have been, are and will be.

You’d been avoiding Jimin’s calls for the last three days until you’d finally given in and told him that you’d just been too busy watching movies and having fun to check your phone. His tone had reminded you that he was an excellent people reader – even through the phone – and you could tell he didn’t buy it. Taehyung had finally talked to you that day and asked how you’ve been feeling and you’d tried your best to avoid any sentimental topics – to keep yourself from having a breakdown you’d had that night. Jimin’s annoyed tone had sounded even more aggravated when you’d heard him in the background and both of them had sounded increasingly frustrated. At who? You could only guess. Could it have anything to do with you? His family? Your bet was on Taehyung’s family but of course, it could be you as well since they’d been arguing – or you thought you heard them arguing – before Taehyung had received the invitation for his family’s annual gathering in the Caribbean. And quite honestly, you were super jealous of how they could just go away from this cold while you were stuck inside. But of course, you never said it out loud.

They were supposed to be returning in two days and since it was the weekend – you’d given the staff the day off. It was surprising how hard it was to convince them all to go home to their families since they’d received direct orders from Taehyung and Jimin. But after much pleading and reassuring, they’d relented and tentatively taken the night off only because both men were returning shortly and you had been doing fine the past week. So it had been utterly surprising – perhaps surprised is an understatement – when you’d heard two angry voices in the living room. They were hushed, whispered shouts that were increasingly getting louder and at first you’d thought that someone had broken in. Then you’d realised that the manor was under strict security since the owners were gone and there was no way someone would be breaking in.

You’d only just fell asleep about a few hours ago so you were still groggy when you awoke from the ruckus in the living room. To see what was happening, you first roll onto your side and then use your hands to walk yourself into a sitting position. Moving your bottom close to the edge of the bed so you’re not straining and leaning forward more than you need to, you carefully get up as your feet slip in to the comfy house slippers that were padded enough to provide comfort to your easily swollen feet. A hand rests on your belly as you walk toward the living room, the voices getting louder.

“Don’t be childish Jimin, we already left early.” You can discern that it’s Taehyung’s enduring voice but he also clearly sounds exasperated as well. You’re walking towards the living room with one of your hands holding on to the wall as you walk but stop just before you reach the main area, hesitating if you should intrude. This didn’t sound good.

“Childish? I’mbeing childish? That’s rich coming from you.” Jimin is scoffing and you poke your head out slightly to watch Jimin loosening his tie, harshly tugging it off of him as Taehyung is also ridding himself off of his coat. They both look tense and you know that this must be related to his family. Or at least you suspect so.

“What the fuck do you want from me Jimin? Huh? What?” Taehyung’s arms are spread out in question, his tone rising again. Jimin turns around to look at his partner in the face – rage written all over his face and you can’t help but gulp. You’d never seen Jimin like this. So angry.

“For you to be a man – god even just a decent fucking human being and tell your family-” Jimin scoffs, “I don’t know- that you’re already going to be a father soon? We’re bothgoing to be fathers soon? That they don’t need to set you up with a girl just so you can knock her up? And maybe while you’re at it – you can tell your stuck up brother to fuck off back to where he brought Angela from because you already have a boyfriend.”

Jimin’s chest is heaving and he’s standing tall – looking defiantly at Taehyung who stands a few inches taller than the blonde man – lips pursed as he listens. You can even see the flickers of guilt on his face grow in to a sigh when he looks down. You had so many questions. Who was Angela? Why was Taehyung’s family trying to set him up with someone when they already knew about Jimin? And that someone being a woman?

“I… You know that she meant nothing. She means nothingand you know that Jimin. You know that you’re the one for me.” Taehyung’s voice is softer now and when Jimin replies; his voice is even softer.

“And y/n? Does she also mean nothing to you?” You’re gasping aloud at the mention of your name and thankfully you’ve ducked back so they can’t see your head peeing through and are too immersed in their conversation to notice your little gasp. You didn’t need to be here anymore. You needed to go. Your heart couldn’t bear to hear it from their own lips that you indeed, didn’t mean anything to them. Just like that Angela woman. They both loved only each other and you needed to get awa-”

“You know that’s not true.” And you’re stopping right in your tracks at Taehyung’s soft, almost tortured reply.

“Then why babe,” Jimin has started to whisper now and you chance a peek at them both again and can see Jimin resting his head against Taehyung’s, holding on to his hand, “why do you push her away? I know you feel something for her too.”

Too? What did this mean? D-Did Jimin harbour some feelings for you too? Your breathing was starting to get faster and louder and you knew any minute that if you didn’t get away you’d out yourself.

“I’m just… I’m scared Jimin. I’m scared that my family will put her through exactly… exactly through the pain they put you through. I love you and I know how much it hurts you when they treat you like a temporary phase in my life. She’s too good for me to bring her any more hurt.”

You were positive it wouldn’t hurt any more than it did that night when you’d felt so alone – in your feelings, physically, emotionally and any which way you could imagine.

“She’s stronger than both of us Tae.” Jimin is smiling now. Both of them snickering sadly – still holding on to each other. “She’ll be okay. We will be with her.”

You couldn’t hide anymore – that’s what at least your body had decided because before you could comprehend what was going on, your feet were taking you to the living room where you walked out to, completely exposing yourself when you stopped right beside the large couch, only a few meters away from them. You held on to your stomach protectively and then came the word vomit.

“I-I’m sorry to barge in but I-I need to say this.” gosh you were already a stuttering mess but the word vomit continued while the two men watched in surprise – taking in your night dress and the way you held your belly protectively.

“I-I don’t know what kind of feeling you two have for me b-but I c-can’t pretend anymore. You two have been s-so kind to me. Over these months I-I’ve truly had a family after s-so long,” Oh boy, here came the waterworks as your voice starts getting chocked up, tears welling in your eyes, “and even though I knew I couldn’t let myself be involved b-but I,” you hiccup, “I stupidly am! I-I…” Your voice breaks as a sob leaves you, all your emotions flooding the already tense air with more feelings that you were dumping on them both.

“I love you b-both. I don’t know if you both love me or not but I-I just had to say it. I’m just… ugh, I am in love with you both when I-I know you probably don-”

“Y/n.” It’s Taehyung’s deep voice that’s stopping your little sobs and hiccups. “Stop.”

It’s like your body has been trained to listen to his every command because instantly you stop speaking, lips still trembling as you wipe at the tears that had fell from your face, refusing to look at their faces. You can hear their steps after a few seconds until both of them stand on either side before Taehyung is turning you towards him, Jimin is settling behind your back to embrace you in to a loving back hug. And that only makes you cry harder while you furiously wipe at your face. Taehyung’s hands have now slipped around your waist, just a little lower so he was holding on to the sides of your bump and Jimin was hugging your waist – occasionally sliding his hand down to rub at your belly.

“Breathe, y/n. Are you breathing? Slowly.” You nod, slowly bringing your heaving to a gentle inhale and exhale until you’ve relaxed enough – but you still avoid his gaze.

“Look at me y/n. Look up darling.” You shake your head, a pout visible on your face as your lips tremble again, too embarrassed after your outburst. You don’t know if this was their pity or if this actually meant something but you were too scared to let them continue. Afraid it may very well be pity from them at your pathetic yapper.

But Taehyung’s hand is coming up to tilt your chin up to look you deep in to your eyes – his own dark chocolate brown ones boring in to yours with such intensity that you’re already captivated. You can vaguely feel Jimin pressing light kisses on your neck – making your heart flutter again.

“I love you too. So does Jimin.” Jimin is nodding vigorously behind you as he continues to lightly kiss any patch of skin he can find and it’s getting harder for you to concentrate. “We both are in lovewith you too. So much.”

You can only stare because you think- you think you might faint. You’d expected every negative scenario but never this. Had you really thought so low of yourself that you never entertained the thought of them actually, maybe, loving you back too? So they weren’t gay after all? They weren’t just pity fucking you?

“B-But-” Your puzzled face and stuttering has Taehyung chuckling sweetly at you. Taehyung was chuckling and he was looking at you like he looked at Jimin. This was entirely new to you.

“We’re bisexual sweetheart. Why do you think we did all those naughty things to you? Hm?”

Jimin’s suggestive whisper is taking the breath out of you when he starts to suck just above your jugular vein. Taehyung is only smiling at you, shaking his head when your mouth is opening in an ‘O.’ Why didn’t you? Good question. Why did that never occur to you? Of course they were if Taehyung’s family was still introducing women to him hoping he got hitched and had a child of his own. Thisis why Jimin was angry.

“We’re not just saying this. It’s been a long time coming and this trip… this trip back to my family really reeled it in that I do love you.” Just like you’d had lost it the other night – finally admitting you were in love with them both.

“I’d known for a while now that I loved you, my love. Taehyung here is the more stubborn one.” Taehyung is giving you a sheepish smile as he just opts for holding you tighter against him, careful not to squish the bump between you two as he looks down at it before looking back up at you.

“Being away from you both,” his hands continue to caress your belly while he stares in your eyes so deeply it’s like you’re getting to know him all over again. This was the Taehyung Jimin knew and you could see why he was so in love with this man. And you could also see why Taehyung was so in love with Jimin. Gosh. You really lucked out, huh?

“Is that what y-you two had been arguing about?”

“I was in denial. But seeing now that my family will never understand that Jimin is a part of my life and now – you as well; I just don’t care anymore. I love you both and they can eat my dust.” Taehyung is scoffing so playfully yet meaning everything he says and it makes you chuckle between sniffles, making him smile as well. Happy that you were happy. And then all three of you are laughing – letting the tension out in chuckles and giggles and snickers until the sounds naturally die down. Taehyung is now harbouring a small smile as he takes in your form that’s being clutched by Jimin, again. He’s giving your large breasts a once over before his eyes are sliding down to your bump – your night shirt short as it ended just above your thighs.

You hadn’t been expecting them home so soon and had forgone underwear and the realisation makes you gasp aloud.

“What? What’s wrong?” Taehyung is furrowing his eyebrows looking down at you, his hands resting protectively at your belly but that only makes you flush more.

“Y/n? Baby what is it?” Jimin is also sliding down his hands to your stomach.

“N-Nothing. I’m okay. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine. You’re all red.”

“Maybe she’s thinking naughty thoughts, hm?” Jimin is leaning forward, bottom lip being bitten red by his teeth as he looks at your nervous, sheepish expression.

“Oh, are you darling? Do tell.” When you don’t say anything, Jimin has slid his hands down to your ass, giving it a squeeze until you gasp.

“Speak when you’re spoken to, love.” It’s so embarrassing because of how easily soaked you’ve become and the most Jimin has done is kiss your neck. Your heart is in overdrive and you can’t help but cower under Jimin’s cold tone that you’ve never heard before.

“I-I’m not wearing…. A-any underwear.” You were only wearing a bra because you just needed the support or your back ached like there’s no tomorrow. But the way Taehyung’s gaze had changed from teasing to predatory had you even wetter and by god, you felt like you were a bunny trapped between two wolves as they held you between each other.

“That’s okay baby. Makes it easier for us.” Taehyung’s husky voice is sending chills down your spine and you’re suddenly so nervous as if this is the first time you’ve been intimate with them both.

“E-Easier? W-What-”

“Let’s take her to bed babe, she’s been standing for too long her feet must be hurting.” Jimin, ever the protective boyfriend – and very likely your boyfriend now too? The thought sent such pleasant butterflies hayward in your stomach and finally, you never wanted them to leave now.

Taehyung just nods at Jimin as he slips his hands under your knees and one behind your back until he’s lifted you bridal style and is now making his way towards their bedroom and with each step – your heartbeat is getting faster with excitement and nervous at what’s to come. He’s setting you down carefully, rolling you on to your side so you’re more comfortable. You watch the two men slowly take off their shirts, pants, shoes and everything else until they stand naked in front of you. Their utter confidence makes you breathless and your eyes are probably almost popping out of their sockets as you stare at how long and girthy Taehyung is. His figure is toned and thick but Jimin is more muscular. His own length more rosy and veiny compared to Taehyung but not as long – not to say it was any less intimidating as you watched them embrace each other, hungrily kissing each other until the sounds of their passion echoed the room while you lay on your side – watching them dazedly as they ran their hands all over their naked bodies. In this moment, all you could think of was Michael Angelo’s David – especially when you looked at Jimin though with a much larger penis of course – you chuckle internally.

Gosh, they were so picturesque. It was like something you’d see right out of erotic classical art. And you don’t realise that you’ve started to moan quietly as well as you watched them – feeling like you could probably orgasm by watching them two. But your little noises seem to snap them out as they break apart, lips wet and swollen.

“Sorry baby. We didn’t mean to leave you out.” Jimin is almost cooing his apology at you as he slides in bed besides you – facing you while Taehyung is laying behind you. Both of their naked bodies pressing close – Taehyung’s body closer than Jimin’s as you could feel his length pressing against your buttocks.

“I-It’s okay.” You’re dumbly replying, still feeling like you’re in a dream but when Taehyung is sliding his hands along your sides until he reaches your waist and starts to pull up your night shirt – you know it’s very real. Because as soon as your shirt has reached just under your breasts, baring your form from the lack of any undergarments – you can feel Taehyung’s hard length press against your back and the flesh to flesh contact makes you almost flinch. You were sensitive all over and about to cum and they hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Are you wet y/n? Hm? Are you wet for us baby?” You never thought Taehyung would be this vocal in bed but apparently he was because each filthy word is falling from his lips – unlike before when Jimin had been the one guiding Taehyung. You can only nod, whining out your reply as Taehyung wastes no time in slipping his hand between your legs just as Jimin takes your mouth in your first ever kiss.

His pillowy lips are sheathing yours in such a loving, passionate lock that you’re both moaning – you from the taste of him and also the longing for this exact same moment. His kisses are hungry, fast and messy. His tongue licks your lips before he’s diving in again and almost forcing your mouth open to thrust his tongue inside.

“Mmf.” You can only moan as you hold his arm while his own is holding your hair to guide your head to the rhythm of his kisses.

“You taste so sweet. Oh baby, I bet your cunt tastes even sweeter.” You can hear Taehyung swear behind you under his breath as he’s lifting your legs up to wrap it around his own, bending it backwards so you were spread open for his large hands to slide in between the sticky mess that was your pussy.

“Fuck, she’s covered in cream Jimin.” The obscene sounds of Taehyung’s three fingers slowly rubbing all your wetness in your pussy to indicate just how wet you were have you gushing even more – moaning in Jimin’s mouth who just won’t let up. Every time you broke apart to take in a breath he attacked your neck with his voracious lips, sucking in bruises until he took your lips between his own again to make out with you again. Not that you were complaining, you were already drunk on his kisses and holding on to his naked flesh – the feel of his toned abs pressing against your distended stomach was just something else altogether. You’d imagine what they would feel like without any garments separating you all from each other – but none of your fantasies matched the reality. This pleasure was far more cavernous with the knowledge that they loved you back.

“Why don’t you have a taste Tae? I’m fine up here.” Jimin is breathless as well but not nearly as much as you while he dives in again but this time placing kisses along your neck and jaw before kissing your lips again, thrusting his tongue in – forcing your mouth open almost as if he’s trying to mimic what he’ll be doing later on and you just want to scream at them to hurry up. The need in your core was so burning, so intense you never thought you’d be this turned on ever in your life after the last time you’d been intimate with the both of them.

“Don’t hog her babe. I need to kiss our girlfriend too.” And yeah. The chances of you fainting are very good right now after hearing Taehyung call you his girlfriend. But thankfully, your brain has something else to focus on as Taehyung shoves a finger inside your pussy, slowly and deeply nestling it in your walls until he can tickle that spongy spot inside you that has your purring.

“T-Tae, oh god.” You’ve broken apart from Jimin who’s thankfully moved down to your aching chest, slipping his hands inside your night shirt to undo your bra but when he can’t take it off without having your night shirt off, he’s asking Taehyung to move slightly so he can take off your shirt.

“There we go.” He’s taken off your shirt as well as your bra, so now your heavy, milk filled breasts lay bare, looking disproportionate to your frame when you look down.

“You’re so beautiful y/n.” Jimin sensing your hesitation is pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts as you lay on your back while the two men are perched on their elbows looking down at you like you held the stars in your eyes. And you could say the same for them both. Taehyung starts to move his finger inside your tight cavern, pulling out gently as you moan out your pleasure, having the ache relieved even just a bit with a single finger inside you.

“A-Ah.” Your half groan and moan has Taehyung increasing his pace as he turns your head towards him to make your glassy eyes look in to his own lustful ones.

“Feels good?” You just nod, your mouth hanging open with your lids heavy as Jimin slips lower to take your aching nipple in his mouth and sucking gently. You needed to warn him that if he sucked too hard they might start leaking again. That had become a more frequent occurrence now as even just a squeeze to your chest had your nipples leaking – your body prepared to produce milk for its offspring.

“J-Jimin be c-careful- ah!” It was too late because you could feel the wetness sliding down the swell of your other breast that wasn’t in Jimin’s mouth as well as Jimin’s subsequent moan at the sweet taste of your milk.

“Fuck, she’s leaking again. Feeding our Jiminie are you darling? Always so good to us.” He’s not giving you a chance to reply as he presses his lips against your open mouth, sliding his tongue inside your mouth straightway, making you moan from the overwhelming sensations of Taehyung’s finger continuously fucking inside your sopping cunt as Jimin sucked your tits dry, laving them with his tongue over and over. The familiar knot in your belly getting tighter and tighter as Taehyung took his time – unlike Jimin – kissing you for the first time. It reminded you of the week before when you’d been so close to kissing this gorgeous man.

“Mmmf-” you pull away when you need a breather and Taehyung resorts to taking your lower, swollen lip between his teeth as he pulls beguilingly – making your mouth fall open once again when another long, bony finger shoves through inside you. With each suck of Jimin’s lips on your nipple as his tongue traces your areola, your pussy is gushing more liquid nectar around Taehyung’s scissoring fingers. He sits up further to shove his hand even deeper between your legs so his palm is brushing against your swollen clit – making your thighs fall open even further to accommodate his hand.

“Are you uncomfortable baby? Does anything hurt?” You’re whimpering out a no with a shake of your head as Taehyung makes sure you are comfortable. A little time on your back won’t hurt for now.

“T-Taehyung. Oh god. J-Jimin. I-I’m so close.” Your head is thrown back against the pillow as Jimin kisses his way towards the other breast but meets in the middle with Taehyung who’d also started to kiss your breasts. Just then, you can feel another hand in between your legs as Jimin’s thicker fingers start circling your clit, making you cry out louder. Though both of them are now making out right in front of you, in the middle of your chest as you get a close up of their tongues and teeth clashing as they moan in each other’s mouth like their hands aren’t buried deep in your pussy.

“Cum for us baby. Squirt all over our fingers like you did the last time.” Jimin says as he breathlessly pulls back from Taehyung to start circling your clit in small figure eights while your whimpers and moans get louder. Your breast where Taehyung lay is still feeling heavy and the nipple is puffy from the milk slowly leaking. And finally, Taehyung is leaning down to catch the fat nipple in his mouth and starts to suck harshly while he’s shoving his fingers inside your cunt at a laborious pace. Tears are welling up in your eyes because it’s all just too much but you don’t want it to stop either.

“Please cum for us, love. We need you nice and wet for our cocks. Come on, y/n. Cum baby.” And just like that, Jimin’s words are tiding you over as your climax is washing over your sensitive body – leaving you a twitching mess in its wake.

“Just like that, good girl… You’re so good for us.” Taehyung is detaching himself from your nipple as he’s slowly withdrawing his fingers covered in a glossy gelatinous liquid before he rubs it over your sensitive nipples and just like that – both of them are licking and sucking over your swollen nubs and sucking off your cum from your sticky, sweaty body and god – it makes you wetter than before. Was this even possible? You’d just cum but you could fee a trickle of arousal leave your entrance.

“Fuck, y/n, leaking again already?” Taehyung is teasing you slightly as he places a sweet kiss against your lips before he rolls you to the side.

“You okay my love?” Jimin is watching your breathless, sweaty face that’s glowing so beautifully in his vision – his hand caressing your face as you nod slowly and his hand is sliding down to your hips to lift your leg and wrap it around his own waist.

“Just let us know if you hurt or feel uncomfortable okay? We can change positions if you get tired.”

“’m okay. P-Please T-Taehyung.” He’s pressing sweet kisses in your shoulder, cooing at you before he’s rubbing his hard length against your aching pussy.

“Gunna fill this pussy so good. Fill you up so good. Stretch your pussy so well, baby. Love you being swollen with my baby.”

It’s like Taehyung’s lost his filter and you can’t get enough. Each word is pushing you closer to another orgasm and he hasn’t even put it in yet. Jimin is just lovingly rubbing at your bump, placing kisses on your forehead and when Taehyung finally slides in from behind – you gasp aloud before moaning even louder as his girthy length stretches open your labia around it.

“Tae! Oh god. Oh.” You’re so breathless that Jimin has to calm you down, holding on to your hips snugly to his own to stretch and spread you open for Taehyung’s assault from behind. Jimin is hitching your leg up even higher and it allows Taehyung to fuck his cock in to you even deeper.

“Fuck yeah. So good. Jimin s-she’s so tight and wet. Fuck.”

“Yeah? Our little guy can probably hear you praise his mother,” Jimin is smiling wide and so are you through your moans because you can feel your baby kicking. You just hope to god babies can’t learn words in the womb or you all would be in big trouble. His dad has a dirty mouth on him. “He’s kicking y/n. You okay baby?”

Your responding moan only makes him chuckle as he presses his lips to yours in a loving peck. You’re looking in to his eyes and you wish you could look at Taehyung too but for now, Jimin’s adoring gaze is enough for you as his breath fans across your face. Watching yours contort in pleasure as Taehyung’s pace is increasing fast, chasing his release no doubt, as his body is rocking yours against Jimin creating friction against his hard length. You can’t help but feel bad that Jimin is so hard and yet you haven’t touched him yet. So out of curiosity as well as wanting to please him – your hand is slipping down towards his girth – until you find that it’s not wet enough even with his pre-cum so you’re doing something you never thought you’d ever be bold enough to do. Sliding your hands behind you where Taehyung is rutting inside you fast, your and his own arousal making enough mess to drop down his length and sound the room in an obscene squelch. Collecting the mess there, you’re bringing it back to Jimin’s length as he watches you in amazement whilst you just start to draw your hands up and down his length.

“F-Fuck… y/n. God, you’re so hot.” His moan are now joining you two and you’re trying to keep up.

“Fuck fuck fuck. I’m going to cum baby. I’m going to fill this pussy full of my seed.” Taehyung is growling out behind you as his hips snap into yours – slapping against your ass every single time and making the flesh of it jiggle. You’d thought that you’d feel self-conscious of your growing body weight but the way the two men looked at you made you feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet. Is this what love was?

You don’t have time to think that one over because Jimin is fastening his pace on your clit as Taehyung shoots out his release – spurts of his semen filling you up until the creamy liquid is sliding back out with every gentle thrust of his cock – milking out every drop from it.

“Oh fuck… fuck that was amazing. You did so good baby. So so good. Are you hurt? Are you okay?” Taehyung has reenergised enviably fast while you’re still slurring out your words.

“’M okay. G-Good.”

He’s kissing your shoulders and your hand has lost its rhythm on Jimin’s shaft but he’s also rubbing your leg that’s propped on him, soothingly.

“Can you handle more? We don’t have to continue.” You desperately clench at Jimin as he let’s your leg back down to let you stretch it out.

“N-No. W-Want you in me. P-Please Jimin.” You know you’re being needy and bratty but you can’t help it. You were addicted to this euphoric feeling and the look on Jimin’s face tells you that he was not opposed to that idea. However, you did need to change positions.

“Can w-we move.”

“Of course sweetheart. Where do you want to move?” Your face is flushing because you feel like this is such a scandalous position to be in. but you did just get your brains fucked out so maybe it was okay to ask. Plus it’d be the most comfortable for you.

“O-On my knees.” Jimin is only muttering a ‘fuck’ under his breath as he nods. Taehyung is sliding out of you as he helps you get on all fours, giving you a pillow to rest your elbows on more comfortably while Jimin moves behind you. He’s caressing your ass cheeks, massaging them lovingly while Taehyung is settling beside you on the bed, face close to yours.

“You feel okay y/n?”

“Y-Yeah. Just g-go please.”

“Go where?” You’re biting your lips in embarrassment as you look at Taehyung who only encourages you with a nod.

“Answer him, babe.”

“I-In me.”

“There you go.” And slowly, he’s pushing in the sloppy mess that Taehyung’s left behind. You’re so full of cum that as Jimin pushes in further, you can feel more of Taehyung cum pouring over Jimin’s length until he starts to roll his hips – fucking Taehyung’s cum back in to you.

“Jimin!” The different position allows you to feel Jimin’s length in a way you couldn’t feel Taehyung – but just as pleasurable. You were grateful that he didn’t just start to go hard from the get go as you were still a twitching mess from Taehyung before.

“Yeah? Like my cock baby? Tae stretched you out so good. You’re so nice and warm y/n. Fuck.” He’s increasing his pace now after being on edge for so long when you’d tugged at his length to provide him with some relief – you knew it wouldn’t be long until he was emptying inside you too. And after being fucked so well by Taehyung, you were hanging on by a thin thread before your second orgasm erupted.

“I l-love it. Mmh.” You’re whining and whimpering and Taehyung is just watching your face, resting his head on his elbow as if he’s watching his favourite film. He’s now taken the position of rubbing at your bump, feeling his little boy kick once in a while, whilst Jimin fucked you in to Sunday.

“Fuck y/n. You’re so wet. I’m going to fill you up too baby. You’ll have both our cum inside your sweet cunt. So precious like this,” his hands are sliding down to rub affectionately at your belly as his fluid hips slap against your ass when his pace gets impossibly fast and deep.

“Ever since that baby had started showing, I’ve been wanting to fuck the shit out of your beautiful body baby. Every single time you’d walked past me with your milky, sweet scent,” Taehyung seems just as enchanted by Jimin’s words as he slips his hand further down to your clit, “I wanted to push you against the nearest wall, put you on the counter top, on the washing machine, every,” a thrust, “fucking,” another one, “surface I could find and fuck you until you cried.” And you were. Crying that is. Tears were steadily falling down your cheeks as you moaned in a high pitch with every thrust of Jimin’s cock inside your canal.

“Make her cum Jimin. Make her squirt. Cum for me Jimin. Both of you.” He’s placing kisses on your shoulder as he leans back to kiss Jimin on the mouth and just with a few more thrusts, a few more fucks of his cock inside your weeping and withering cunt, he’s cumming inside you while your whole orgasm is taking over your body.

“Fuck! that’s it. Keep cumming baby. Yeah.” You realise that you’ve squirted again as you’ve become even more unbelievable wet while Jimin fucks your gushing pussy – affectively pushing his cum back inside you until you’re whimpering and trembling from the oversensitivity.

“Lay her down Jiminie. She’s exhausted.” Jimin is withdrawing slowly, catching his own breath while he helps Taehyung lay you on your other side so you can rest. They’re both settling in on either side of you as you lay there – half asleep already. Your pussy is leaking with their cum but you can admit that this is the happiest you’ve been. Ever.

Both of them are cuddling you now, Taehyung laying facing you while Jimin lays behind, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear.

“We love you so much.”

“We do.” Jimin is mirroring Taehyung’s words while you mumble a ‘love you two’ as well. Lost somewhere between sleepy and sated. Taehyung is pulling the covers over all of you and the last thing you remember is the both of them leaning over you to kiss each other goodnight as well.

“Tae! Hurry up or I’m leaving without you.” Jimin is urging from the hall as you stand there clutching your stomach while looking worriedly at the same spot since it had happened.

By ‘it’ you mean that your water had broken. It had been just another day until Taehyung had decided to fuck you against the counter while Jimin held on to you and then both of them had switched places. You may think that may have been the reason for your water to break? Nope. It was Taehyung reading a story to your baby and then Jimin singing in his sweet beautiful voice – you’d only found out that he was an incredible singer – which had made you tear up, feeling overwhelmed with emotions and the two of them had coddled you, rocking you back and forth until you’d calmed down. You’d just taken a walk to the kitchen to wipe your teary face when it had happened and chaos had ensued. You weren’t due for another week so it had been unexpected.

“I’m coming!” A few seconds later, Taehyung is rushing out from the baby room with the baby bag that you’d all prepared to take with you when you were due. Even when you’d insisted that it was still two weeks till you were due, Jimin had had none of it and packed a baby bag filled with essentials for the baby and you. And boy had it come in handy as they rushed you in to the Rolls Royce you’d first gotten into when you’d signed the contract – and now it was time.

“Oh gosh.” You’re biting your lip in pain – the contractions increasingly getting painful with each one, so much so that you felt a dull ache in your back and lower abdomen, along with pressure in your pelvis. The felt like really strong period cramps with the intensity rising with each one.

“It’s okay darling we’re almost there. Drive faster Glen!”

“Yes, sir!” You’re all speeding through traffic while both men are trying to keep you calm and thankfully, you’re all at the hospital that Dr. Klarna works at in less than fifteen minutes.

“Nurse!” Taehyung is shouting and every nurse in the area is looking his way, promptly calling the OB/GYN on call until Dr. Klarna arrived.

“Oh my god.” You complain.

“Y/N it’s okay baby you’ll be okay.” They’re wheeling you in the room with Jimin and Taehyung hot on your trail and you don’t have to wait long until Dr. Klarna is rushing in.

“Hello y/n. I did not expect to see you just yet but don’t worry,” She looks at you and then both of the men and back at you, “You will be just fine. Let’s take a look at the heartbeat and your blood pressure okay? Just take deep breaths. Gentlemen, if you can help her out.” She’s smiling pleasantly before she’s checking your vitals and the baby’s heartbeat.

“Everything is fine. You and your little one will be just okay. He’s just impatient isn’t he?” You know that Dr. Klarna is trying to liven the mood but you were in so much pain that you wanted to be rude and shout at her! Thankfully, your boyfriends are holding your hand and reminding you to take deep breaths.

This was going to be a long day.

“Just another push. Keep going, y/n. There we go…. There we go. Good job!” You’re crying with exhaustion when you hear the faint sounds of your son, crying in his sweet little voice while Dr. Klarna is wiping your baby boy, cutting the umbilical cord and wrapping your precious bundle of joy before placing him on your heaving chest. Flesh to flesh. Jimin and Taehyung sit beside you, Taehyung’s face red from crying while he watched you in pain and Jimin had to console you both all through 10 hours of labour. But it was all worth it when your son is resting on your chest, his crying slowly dying down as you look down at him.

“You did so well. So well my darling. We’re so proud of you.” Jimin is placing kisses on your forehead while Taehyung is wiping his face and kissing your cheeks.

“Hey there buddy. Say hi, y/n.” Jimin is looking at you with tears in his own eyes when you swallow the lump in your throat, so relieved that you wouldn’t have to part with your son. You had met him only for just a few minutes and you already knew he was the love of your life along with his fathers.

“Hello my little angel. I-I’m your mom.” Tears are sliding down your face but you don’t care. The nurse is bringing Taehyung and Jimin water, congratulating you all three while they coo and aw at his precious, beautiful face. He had his dad’s nose, eyes and lips – looking like a miniature Taehyung. In response, your baby is pushing out his tongue and the nurse is letting you know that he needs to latch so he can have his first feed. After a few minutes, with the least amout of fumbling, your baby boy is a champion when he immediately latches on – taking gentle sucks while Taehyung watches with wide eyes. He’s is finally reaching his hand out to his son, letting the precious infant clutch his finger with his entire little hand and it makes you all giggle amongst your happy tears.

“Welcome, little one. We’ve waited so long for you.” He’s looking at you and Jimin before looking back at his son suckling away at you – drinking in like he was starving, while observing the giant people surrounding him.

“That is one lucky boy. Not sure if I feel sorry or jealous of him. Three parents? What a miracle he is.” Dr. Klarna is washing her hands as she watches the three of you so enthralled by the little human.

A miracle he was. You had always thought you’d eventually end up with someone. Who knew you were destined to have two soulmates and a miracle nestled beside you?

a/n: let me know what you thought. even if u hated it lmao. thank you for reading!!!

#bts smut #bts #taehyung #jimin #hobiwonder

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