#neighbours to lovers

[heich0e]

my favourite flavour of shoyo thought is any Predicament in which he is literally just Some Nice and Perfectly Agreeable Guy but whose raw sexual charisma becomes so suffocatingly unignorable over time that it leads to the nastiest most incredible sex of your life

#like.... that guy Fucks and i will fight anyone who disagrees with me in court or to the death. your choice #friends to lovers #roommates to lovers #neighbours to lovers #they all HIT when it comes to sho #does this make sense or is my brain mush

[hangmanapologist]

Love Thy Neighbour | Bob Floyd

Bob Floyd x reader (no use of y/n)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.1

warnings: Bob supporting women too much and cock blocking himself in the process, my writing abilities. Idiots

A/N: I’m not sure if I’m going to continue this because I’m still not really used to writing but I love idiots to lovers and unknown mutual pining

You gripped the counter as you rolled your neck back, he’d be here in 10 minutes if he was punctual, 15 if he wanted to be casual. You had been ready for an hour though. You felt like an idiot putting on your prettiest sundress just to sit at your kitchen table, you’d even curled your hair and for some reason, only known by the heavens above, convinced yourself to shave your entire body in the shower.

You had the stereo blasting in the kitchen as you were throwing back the “cooking” wine like it was water. Why were you so nervous? It was a thank you dinner, he did a good deed and nothing more but couldn’t get the image of him in his uniform out of your head no matter how many times you tried.

You were brought out of your fantasy by a knock. Fuck. How long had you been standing there? You rushed over, suddenly inexplicably nervous as you opened the door.

He was in his civilian clothes this time. A white t-shirt and some very well fitted jeans but his hair was still neatly styled, you assumed he had been in work that afternoon. Was it wrong to wish he wore his uniform?

“I know you said white but I brought a bottle of red too.”

“Do you not trust my wine pairing abilities Bob?”

He liked when you said his name, it made him feel like his heart was going to jump out of his chest like in those old cartoons. What a beautiful way to go.

“Oh no ma’am I trust your judgement completely but one’s to go with dinner and one’s a housewarming gift.” He offered them both to you and you realised he was still standing out in the hallway. “Shit sorry come in the foods almost done.”

Once you both had the awkward reintroduction it started to flow kind of nicely, the wine was definitely helping. He had asked you all the boring questions that come with getting to know people but he seemed genuinely interested, he asked follow up questions, he was a very attentive listener but you had enough of hearing your own voice.

You tried your best to coax anything out of him. He was obviously shy but as the night went on and the bottles got emptier you could tell he was loosening up, the red glow in his cheeks gave it away.

“So you’re what? Army?” “Navy actually” with the way he ducked his head shyly when he said it, it was obviously something he was proud of. You swore you saw him blushing as he adjusted his glasses and pushed his fork around the plate.

“Pilot?” you pushed on, you were genuinely curious and he seemed just as in need of a friend. “Weapon Systems officer actually…so… y’know… not as cool.” His job excited him but he knew other people found the specifics boring, everyone just wanted to hear from the pilots which he understood.

He didn’t mind keeping to himself, he was used to it.

“Well Bob, I know nothing about jets but I think it’s very cool. I think you’re very cool.” He snorted at that one.

“You should meet my pilot Phoenix! She’s amazing and funny and I think you’d like her…” he continued rambling on, hands flying everywhere as he detailed everything that him and Phoenix did together.

Oh.

You saw the look in his eyes as he rambled about her and it was clear you misread any signals you thought you picked up. Bob Floyd seemed very much smitten with his pilot. You didn’t have the heart to stop his tangent, at least looking at him made swallowing the developing heartache in your chest easier.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” he asked bouncing his leg, either he wants to leave or genuinely just needs to pee. “First door on the left” you smile using it as an opportunity to clear the table.

“Where’s your bed frame?” he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and your eyes immediately focused on his arms straining against the fabric of his t-shirt. “Why were you in my room?” “Took a wrong turn but don’t change the subject.” “If you must know so bad, the delivery guys said they’d be back to put it together some time this week!” you tried to defend yourself but you can tell he wasn’t letting this go. Stubborn little guy wasn’t he?

“You’re not sleeping on a mattress on the floor! I’ll do it for you, c’mon you can help me.” You grabbed the half empty second bottle of wine from the counter and followed with a huff as he dragged you down your own hallway.

It was pushing 12am as the dishevelled lieutenant kneeled on your bedroom floor, putting the last few touches on your, now fully built bed frame. You were stretched out on the mattress nursing the wine for safe keeping as you talked about everything under the sun.

You felt safe with him. You never believed in love at first sight but he was maybe the damn closest you’d ever get to it. Plus looking at the way his hands worked was also quite entertaining.

If he didn’t obviously have a girlfriend you would have let him take you on the floor right there and then. He kept bringing Phoenix up, he obviously was making sure you knew. Oh sweet torture.

“Congratulations on having a bed frame” he said as he rose to his feet and offering a hand to pull you up off the floor. What you didn’t expect was to be pulled from the floor like a rag doll.

Oh he was strong.

“How did you get that done so quick?”

“It’s part of my job description to be good with my hands” he cringed as soon as the words left his mouth, you’d definitely think he was a creep now.

Who says that the second time they meet the pretty girl next door? He desperately hoped that the ground to swallow him whole but he could never think straight when you looked at him, everything just came out like word vomit. 

He helped you get the mattress on the bed frame. To say you were any help would be a lie, all the heavy lifting was him. Without a second thought both of you flopped down on the mattress.

The alcohol was catching up on you and he had just spent the last 2 hours performing free manual labour because he had a pathetic crush on what was basically a complete stranger.

Both of you stared at the ceiling wordlessly wondering who was going to move first.

“At least we know it’s sturdy.” “Are you saying you doubted me?”

He turned his head to the side and you studied his features in the low light of the bedside lamp. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were heavy lidded but this time he didn’t try look away.

He studied every single freckle before he had the courage to meet your eyes. “If the moon had a face it would be you” he thought. At that moment he would have told you his deepest secrets if you had just asked.

“I should be going, don’t want Nat to be mad at me in the morning.”

You turned your face back to the ceiling so he couldn’t see it fall.

He protested when you tried to get up and walk him to the door, insisting you continue to enjoy not sleeping on the floor tonight.

You heard the door shut softly as you closed your eyes.

“Goodnight Bob Floyd.”

#BE NICE TO ME IM NERVOUS #bob floyd #neighbours to lovers #bob floyd x reader #✍️ #my writing #top gun maverick

[deity-prompts]

hi! happy new year idk if you have any neighbours to lovers kind of prompts and maybe boss and employee too? i hope it isn’t much to ask but i really love your prompts

I’m so sorry that this has been in my inbox for so long, but I gotta say I’m very very excited for these prompts. Im going to do neighbours to lovers so let me know if you still want boss and employee.

Neighbours to Lovers OTP Prompts

Prompts

A’s shower breaks so B let’s A use theirs until it gets fixed. B didn’t anticipate running into A, fresh out of the shower with wet hair ans a towel, and they are very okay with it.

Upon discovering that A hasn’t seen movies that B considers “absolute classics”, they start a routine of A coming over every week to watch one.

A drops by B’s house for a few minutes when a storm hits, trapping them both inside for as long as the storm lasts.

A takes pride in their garden, filling it with flowers and bushes. B, who is useless at gardening, asks A to teach them how to garden (mostly as an excuse to see A hot and sweaty in the sun).

A has taken up a new instrument and B can hear them practising. B is an expert at said instrument and texts A advice and feedback.

A’s appliances keep breaking so they keep asking B to fix them since “it’s cheaper than a handyman.”

A is a real estate agent who’s been trying to sell the house next to B’s for years.

One of the windows in A’s house faces into B’s house, so they use it as an excuse to eat meals together (if it faces into the kitchen) / watch TV together (if it faces into the living room).

Oneliners

“It’s not fair that your house has power and mine doesn’t.”

“The walls are thinner than you think.”

“Call it a belated house-warming present.”

“I’m sorry to call you so late but I’m in a bit of a . . . situation and you’re close enough to help me immediately.”

“I’m having an impromptu barbecue— wanna join?”

“The postman keeps sending your packages to my house.”

“My house isn’t on fire, I’m just bad at cooking.”

“Do you come here often?” “. . . I live here?”

“My downstairs neighbour has been blasting music all night, can I hang out here until they stop?”

“Your place is gorgeous. You have to help me decorate mine.”

Also see:

Reasons for your characters to be in close proximity

Person x Person prompts masterlist

Prompts masterlist

#writing prompts #otp prompts #neighbours to lovers #neighbors to lovers #neighbor prompts #neighbour prompts #writing oneliners #dialogue prompts #fluff prompts #angst prompts #brotp prompts #writing inspiration #fanfiction prompts

[cyberexo]

Keep it Down! | Park Chanyeol x Fem Reader

“Your head is going to end up on a stick if you don’t shut up!”

tags: @scuzmunkie • @kkaebsongwrld

word count: 1K

≪•◦0.6 🎧 0.6◦•≫

Your family hadn't come back to see you within the week they had booked here in the city, and thank god they didn't. Their last visit was far from pleasant, it all started going downhill when you came back out from your bathroom and they were still at the table, eating & stuffing their faces, under different circumstances this would have been a nice wholesome memory to capture, but you couldn't shake the feeling that they had a card up their sleeve they were yet to play which would single handedly ruin the rest of the month for you.

And that, they did.

Your parents stares weren't subtle whatsoever, clearly they'd caught on to your attempts of wasting time- so they decided to just get right into it in front of everybody. First starting with your job. Your father claiming it wasn't "practical" or "professional" enough, and that you wouldn't be able to keep living off of the wage it offers- as if your being here for the past couple of years hasn't be evident that he was and still is completely wrong. He was quite what you would consider the traditional man, he didn't want his daughter to work at all but he knew he couldn't stop you from doing so- the next best thing for him as compensation was the talking down on your professional efforts.

Next was the fact that you live on your own, as it wasn't "safe enough" for a grown woman like yourself to be out in the city, far from your family with no one at home waiting for you to get back from your shifts- "What if you get kidnapped or killed? who are the police going to contact-" the worst case scenario was always what they leaned towards to get you to think that they were right.

Which of course brought on the talk of marriage; your favourite. You felt everybody tense around the table, Daniel too- had an uncomfortable look on his face, you almost felt bad for him, neither of you looked at each other or at your parents. Your sister seemed more upset than she was uncomfortable to be sat in the middle of all this, your brother couldn’t care less, eating to his hearts desire. You wished you were him.

“That’s off the table.” you muttered, half praying that they didn’t hear you but they did, which set your father off.

Your eardrums would’ve burst if your mother hadn’t interfered to tell him that we all got the point, but that wasn’t the end of it too- you got another earful from her right there at the table, and before she left too. To say you were angry was an understatement. The irritation and heat of craving violence bubbled in your chest but you still by a miracle was able to keep yourself together and your words to yourself.

Your sister had tried to offer you comforting words before they decided to (finally) take off to wherever they were supposed to say- but that all backfired when she told you she liked- loved Daniel, and he apparently loved her too, which completely explained why they looked so upset when your father started to discuss marriage.

You felt relieved, a weigh has been lifted off your shoulders but with that confession you still felt angry.

Shouting in a whisper in the middle of kitchen you interrogated her as to why she hasn’t said anything to your parents, when she knew that this conversation was going to keep on happening and she’d never be the one they’d consider to marry off.

You were barely able to get anything out of her since your father was shouting for her to hurry up and get ready to leave so you just let her go from there. Unlocking the door for them and watching them hurry out one by one, Daniel offering you a sad smile to which you returned, eyes quickly travelling to your sisters, giving her a look which she was table to translate to “You need to tell them,” giving you a small nod before skipping down the stairs to avoid anymore awkwardness than there already was.

Seeing your family after so long shouldn’t leave you feeling so empty- yet there you were, feeling as hollow as ever. You tried so hard to just hate them and cut contact but that type of behaviour was not in your nature. You could only hope that they would come around to understand that you were not planning on leading the life they wanted you to.

It was a mind numbing realisation to not be everything they wanted, but your siblings were. They did everything right by them and followed their book of many rules- you weren’t a rebel by any means, it was just that their idea of life didn’t suit your own.

You couldn’t disagree though, you couldn’t keep going on like this forever, barely able to keep a friend from having little to zero time for socialising and going out without worrying if you were going to be paged into work- let alone to hold up a whole relationship with a man. What made it all worse was that you didn’t have anyone who wasn’t going to shove their judgement down your throat when you’d want to vent out your feelings.

That’s where Chanyeol came in, letting your mind create different scenarios of him as more than a neighbour, maybe a someone who could become a solid friend- maybe more, it was hard to tell at that given moment but part of you had hoped he was worth something more than just a neighbour in your life.

≪•◦ 🎧 ◦•≫

Getting ready for bed you came across some of Chanyeols’ belongings which you duly noted to return. His abandoned items made your mind drift back to moments of last night- causing you to smile a little, the butterflies in your stomach making another appearance which you quickly tried to disregard. You shouldn’t be thinking of him in such a way- you barely knew each other; and today was certainly not the day to be having such thoughts.

But still the cogs of your mind kept going; far enough to imagine a reality of what would’ve happened if you hadn’t pushed yourself off of him-

That’s enough.

#x reader #chanyeol x reader #exo chanyeol #eventual smut #slow burn #sort of #keep it down #park chanyeol #chanyeol fic #neighbours to lovers

[mikakeya]

The Neighbour Above

((DAY 5 OF CHRISTMAS))

Harvard Hottie (Hayden) X Reader

Word Count: 1,049

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: It's been a year ago since your dog passed on. Christmas hasn't been the same since but maybe it's time to move on with your neighbour, Hayden, and his adorable little Chiweenie puppy.

A/N: I apologise for technically taking a hiatus but I'm back now that I'm on my week break. I think I'll only be able to post this and another fic but as always, I'm working towards finishing the Christmas Masterlist to then be able to go on and write more fics since I already have an idea for Max Burnett.

You got home from work early today since it's Christmas eve and passed by your neighbour's apartment. He was this guy who went to Harvard a few years back since you'd seen him wearing the shirt once or twice. You turned it into a joke however between you and the nanny who babysits the kids above you. But, he'll only ever be known as Harvard Hottie.

You shrugged off the thought of inviting him over seeing as he wasn't home since his shoes weren't on the shoe rack next to his door. You entered your apartment and removed your heels, placing them by the door as you locked up behind you.

You thought about having a fancy dinner tonight but didn't want to leave the house so you decided that you were gonna cook tonight to forget about the fact that it's your late dog's death anniversary.

People would consider it weird to be hung over about an animal but it's usually those same people who've probably never had a pet before in their life.

You sat on the couch for a while as you rubbed your feet. They have been aching excruciatingly at work while you were typing away on your laptop at your desk. You massaged your feet for a while more and got up to take a bath to relax as you cleaned yourself up before getting dressed in a tank top and sweatpants.

As you came out of the room, you turned the tv on. You browsed through Netflix before deciding to turn on, "Friends". You heard the same intro every day and smiled to yourself - at least that never failed to make you happy.

You decided it was time for you to eat as your appetite was calling you forth to the kitchen. You made some pasta for yourself not really feeling the drive to do anything fancy for Christmas albeit already having the Christmas tree set up a week ago.

As you were plating your food, you heard a scratch on the door followed by more scratches afterwards. You set your plate down on the kitchen counter before making your way to the door. You opened it to see a tiny Chiweenie puppy as you looked down at the floor upon hearing its bark.

You bend down to pick it up, smiling as you checked its collar for a name. 'Oscar... What a beautiful name,' You thought to yourself. You were deep into thought playing with the puppy that you didn't hear the proceeding footsteps getting closer to you.

"Hey, I'm sorry if Oscar disturbed you," You felt a pat on your shoulder bringing you out of thought as you looked up to see, Harvard Hottie.

"Hi," You said while admiring him as your jaw dropped but you soon regained your composure before standing up to give Oscar to him, "Here."

"Thank you," He took his puppy back and held it close to him, "I hope he didn't bother you too much... but um Merry Christmas Eve."

"Y-Yeah... M-Merry Christmas Eve to you too," You said chuckling and smiling at him before going back into your apartment as you held the door open still before thinking if you should invite him in.

"Hey um, d-do you wanna come in? If you don't have any plans that is."

He nodded and came inside before you realised that you haven't yet cleaned your apartment and grimaced at the thought as you closed the door.

As he walked in, he admired the place and sat on the couch chuckling seeing 'Friends' playing on the TV. He had put Oscar down and let him roam about the place as well.

You walked to the kitchen to dish out the pasta before serving it to him.

"Here you go, just something light for you to eat... again, I'm sorry that it's not much."

He takes the food and smiles at you before eating it as you sit beside him watching your TV. You looked over seeing that he enjoyed your food as he looked so relaxed. Of course, he caught you looking and opened his arms to extend an invitation for you guys to cuddle as you moved closer to him.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you leaned into him and sigh feeling warm and comfortable before closing your eyes as you fell asleep.

It took him a while to register it before he pulled away to put the plate in the sink as he came back to carry you to your bed. He tucked you in under your blanket smiling to himself before sighing as he made his decision to stay the night.

He closed the room door quietly and went to turn off the TV before sleeping on the couch as Oscar slept on the floor beside him.

The following day when you awoke, you wondered how you got on the bed since you remembered that you had been on the couch last night. Your mind then thought about 'Harvard Hottie' as you got out of bed to leave your room before seeing that he was asleep on the couch as you smiled to yourself.

You grabbed a blanket from the dresser before going out to cover him, but to your dismay, he awoke from the slight brushing of the blanket over his skin.

"Hey, how'd you sleep?" He asked you while sitting up and yawning.

"I-I slept like a baby," You chuckled while answering him. "I'm sorry for waking you up. I didn't mean to but I saw that you were sleeping without a blanket and so I just wanted to cover you with it."

"It's okay," He grabbed your hand, encouraging you to sit beside him as he smiled at you, "For starters, why don't you tell me your name and I'll tell you mine as well."

You told him your name before getting a response from him as well, "I'm Hayden... and I would like to take you out on a date if that's okay?"

You nodded and responded, "I would love that very much, Hayden."

Hayden leaned forward and kissed you gently before pulling away and smiling as he leaned his forehead against yours, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too, Hayden," You leaned forward and kissed him again.

#the nanny diaries #hayden #harvard hottie #chris evans #harvard hottie x reader #harvard hottie x you #harvard hottie x y/n #Harvard hottie imagine #holidays #asking out #mention of friends tv show #neighbours to lovers #fluff #oneshot #masterlist #christmas masterlist

[cultofdionysusnet]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Ficrec Week 11: Neighbours To Lovers

ATEEZ

Good Neighbour by @songmingisthighs (M)

A Spoonful Of Sugar by @milfgyuu

Stray Kidz

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Tomorrow X Together

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Others

Noisy Neighbor (Hoseok of MONSTA X) by @kwanisms (M)

Rose-Colored Boy (Mark of GOT7) by @noonaficcorner (M)

Have a Merry Christmas :) (Yoongi of BTS) by @tae-cup

#cultofdionysusnet #ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Fanfiction Recommendations #CoDN Week 11 #Neighbours To Lovers AU #neighbours to lovers au #neighbours to lovers #ateez #stray kids #txt

[zehakoo]

sugar | myg

pairings » ceo!yoongi x f. reader

genre » strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff, smut

summary » desperately in need of sugar to make coffee in order to ease down your headache, you find yourself knocking on a strangers door who happens to be your best friend’s friend and the finest man you’ve ever encountered.

warnings » drinking, swearing, kissing, pool party, cold yoongi, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, foreplay, blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, making out, some nipple play, begging, praise kink, orgasm control, hair grabbing, penetration, teasing, just yoongi being hot

word count » 11k

a/n » some italics part indicate past dialogues and some indicate personal thoughts.

You had just finished placing the last few boxes in your new apartment with the help of your friend, Hoseok.

“Thank you so much Hobi! I don't think I could've done this without you.” You said, smiling at him.

“Are you crazy Y/N? Don't thank me, what are friends for?” He retorted, being offended by the fact that you thought he wouldn’t have helped you, whether you asked him to or not.

“No it’s just that you’ve been busy and I didn't want to bother you. I'd feel horrible knowing you can’t rest the one day you’re free just because of me.” You explained, feeling a bit guilty.

“Hey, it’s all cool. I'm glad you finally found yourself an apartment though, it's nice here.” He replied, looking around the place as you can see how satisfied he was with the amount of sunlight approaching the room.

“Indeed it is.” You nodded, agreeing with him.

It finally feels like home, your home.

“Better treat me to a nice dinner later missy.” He joked making you chuckle.

“Of course mister. After I set up the apartment properly that is.” You joked back.

“Do you need help with setting anything up? You know I can always jus—“

You sighed before walking up to him and intertwining your hands with his.

”Hobi, I'm fine. I want to do this all on my own now. I really appreciate your help though, you’ve been nothing but a hardworking and supportive best friend. Thank you so much for always being there for me, I love you.” You blurted out.

“Now, should I take that as you officially confessing your love for me Y/N?” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “As friends Hoseok, but seriously, thank you so much for everything.”

“Of course, anytime, I’m just a call away you know.” He said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a hug.

You hummed, instantly giving into his warm body with your head resting on his chest. Both of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes until the sudden ringing of a phone made you two pull apart. Hoseok fetched his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans and widened his eyes looking at the caller ID.

“Shit! I need to go Y/N. Sorry, I forgot I had to meet mom today.”

“It's fine Hobi, thanks once again and tell your mom I said ‘hi’.” You replied, leading him to the door.

“Will do.” He asserted, opening the door to walk out.

“By the way my friend lives in that apartment. If you need anything you can ask him, I'll let him know about you.” He said, pointing at a door across the hallway to which you nodded.

“Alright thanks Hobi, bye!” You beamed.

“Bye Y/N,” and with that he left. You went back inside, closed the door and leaned your back on it. You admired your apartment space and tried to figure out where to start setting up from.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

After 10 long hours, you finally sat down on the sofa you had just finished arranging.

“My head hurts now.” You whined.

Knowing exactly what you need to ease it down, you made your way towards the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. However, you realized that your plan of getting groceries today didn’t work out and you didn’t have any sugar left in the house.

A sudden thought of calling Hoseok to bring you some came to your mind but you quickly dismissed it knowing it’s 10pm. You didn’t want to bother him anymore. That's when your mind clicked, recalling Hoseok's words before he left.

His friend.

For a good 7 minutes, you debated on whether you should knock and ask for some sugar or not before finally concluding your decision. You definitely need a cup of coffee or your headache will get even worse and you know you won’t move a single inch to finish setting up the left bit of the apartment.

“Fuck it!” You mumbled and quickly slid a purple hoodie over your tank top before leaving your apartment.

Standing in front of a door similar to yours, you took a deep breath before knocking on it. You don’t even know why you’re so nervous, he’s Hoseok's friend and your neighbor. Neighbours help each other right?

Not getting any response back the first time, you knocked again. Still not getting any response, you decided to leave but the door suddenly opened. You stood there in shock, seeing such a handsome man standing by the door. He was wearing an oversized white shirt over black track pants with a white towel wrapped around his neck. It looked like he just came out of the shower and was trying to dry his wet locks.

“Yes?” He questioned in a deep voice, staring straight into your soul.

“Umm hey, I don’t know if he told you yet but I’m Hoseok's friend that moved in. I ran out of sugar and I needed it this instant, so is it okay if I can borrow some? I’ll make sure to give you bac—“

Thud.

What the fuck. Did he just slam the door on your face? What does he think of himself? Of course you just had to encounter another person with good looks but a shitty personality. You never knew Hobi had such a rude friend. You scoffed and started walking back to your apartment but suddenly heard the door behind you click open again.

“Where are you going?”

You immediately turn around only to spot Hoseok's friend standing, peeking out his door.

“I thought yo—“ before you could complete your sentence you saw him walking towards you.

“Take the whole pack, I'm not wasting time taking out only a bit.” He stated, handing over a whole 2kg bag of sugar.

“Oh I don’t need that mu—“

“Just take it. Pay me a quarter back later.” He retorted, pushing it further to you as you took it.

Guess he’s not that bad, just a man with a cold personality.

“Uh okay, thanks—“ before you could even ask for his name or say anything, he was already walking back to his place. You watched him stop in-front of his doorway and reach his hand out to twist the door knob, before briefly glancing at you.

“It’s nice finally meeting you Y/N, I'm Yoongi.”

Thud.

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It's been two days since you moved in and had that encounter with Yoongi. You remember ranting to Hoseok about it yesterday which only led him to erupt into laughter.

“He’s just like that Y/N, at least he gave you some sugar. He was probably tired from work so don't think too much. Yoongi doesn’t talk much but he’s nice.”

Although he has good looks you wish to never face him again, but here you are. Hoseok’s words ringing in your head as you once again find yourself standing in front of his door. Before you could even knock, the door opened itself revealing Yoongi. You can see that he was also in the same shock as you. I mean why wouldn’t he be? He definitely wouldn’t have expected you out of everyone to be standing by his doorway, first thing on a Monday morning.

“Good morning! I just wanted to return your pack of sugar and pay for it, here’s the money.” You said, extending the quarter and the pack of sugar to him.

“Oh, thanks.”

Your eyes then finally travelled down to his outfit. He was wearing a black blazer with a white shirt underneath, neatly tucked into his black dress pants as one of his hands carried a pair of shades. You looked back up and noticed how his hair was neatly parted through the middle.

Fuck he looks hot.

One thing about Hoseok, that man has some really good looking fucking friends. You’ve met three of them before Yoongi. If you may recall, the three being Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin. You don’t think you have ever seen a friend group consisting of such good looking people, to be honest. He hasn’t introduced you to the other two yet but you’re sure they’re probably hella fine as well.

“Do you need anything else?” You didn’t realize that you had been staring at him so his voice slightly made you flinch.

“Huh? Uh no sorry i’ll take my leave now, thank you once again.” You smiled to which he nodded, and you left.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

“Mom you didn’t have to, you know?” You said to your mom as the two of you were in the elevator, going up to your apartment.

“Don’t be ridiculous Y/N. My daughter bought her own apartment with her own money for the first time and you think I wouldn’t come visit?” She retorted.

“I don’t mean it like that, it’s a 2 hour drive away and dad is sick.“

“Your dad is fine now and just recently started going back to work, don’t worry too much.” She assured, as the both of you had walked out the elevator and made it in front of your apartment door.

“Alright, I'm sure he didn’t come since he would be busy catching up with work so I’ll go meet him at the company sometime this week.” You said, opening the door with your keys.

“Of course, he’ll be so happy to see you.” She beamed.

When the two of you stepped foot inside, your mom began scanning the whole place. Going through the whole apartment, she kept the same look until the two of you had sat down on the sofa.

“Oh my god Y/N, it’s beautiful, I love it!” She exclaimed, making you chuckle.

“I’m glad you liked it, I worked hard on arranging everything nicely with the help of Yoora of course.”

“It looks wonderful! I'm so proud of you and speaking of Yoora, how is she and Hoseok?” Your mom asked, holding your hands.

“Yoora and Hoseok are both fine, just busy these days. They sent their greetings to you though,” you replied.

“Make sure to send my greetings back, tell them that I miss them and am very thankful that you have friends like them.”

“That would definitely boost their ego but will do,” you said, making the two of you laugh.

You spent almost 4 hours talking to your mom and even facetimed Hoseok and Yoora in the middle. The two complained about how busy they were with work while you were lucky enough to have 2 weeks off. The three of you have been best friends since you were 5 so all your parents loved the three of you like their own children. Your mom and the two had the time of their life talking to each other after so long. It was almost around 8pm when you heard knocking on your door. Who would it be at this time? You wondered.

“You had someone coming over?” Your mom asked.

“No but I think the parcel I ordered came in. Let me go check,” you answered as she nodded.

You got up and walked towards the door. Once you opened it, you were greeted by the sight of a huge brown box and a man dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans. His hair was fluffy too. Very boyfriend material of him but he wasn’t a delivery man—

“Yoongi?”

“Uh hey, you actually had this box outside your door this afternoon and you weren’t home so I took it to my place in case someone takes it.” He nervously explained.

Cute.

“Oh my god, thank you so much!” You exclaimed.

“It’s a bit heavy, let me help you carry it inside.” He insisted, seeing you struggling to get the box in.

“Oh thanks, I'm so sorry you had to carry it to your place.” You apologized thinking of how he might’ve struggled to carry your huge and heavy parcel to his apartment. Hoseok was right, he is nice.

“Right here is fine Yoongi, thank you once again,” you said, finally placing the box down.

“It’s fin-“

“Oh my, who might this young man be?” You heard your mom ask.

Oh shit, you completely forgot she was here.

“He’s just my neighbour, don’t assume anything mom.” You declared before she could say anything more.

“You know you don’t have to hide anything from me right?” She smiled as you saw how Yoongi's eyes widened, understanding what she meant.

“Mom. I’m not hiding anything, he lives across the hallway we met just a couple days ago.”

“Well then invite this handsome neighbour of yours for dinner at least.”

“Mom!” You whined showing her exactly how embarrassed and mad you are.

“It’s nice to meet you ma'am and thank you for your invite but I’m afraid I can’t accept it as I have other plans and need to leave sorry.”

That was so formal, he sounded so nice.

“Oh I see, such a respectful man. Please come next time when you’re free, I'm sure Y/N can cook you some delicious food.”

“Uh of course ma'am, have a goodnight, I’ll take my leave now.” Yoongi stated before locking eyes with you and walking out the door.

As soon as you heard the door shut, you immediately locked it and rushed towards your mom to rant about what just happened and how embarrassing it was.

“We should go eat Y/N,” your mom said, having enough of you rambling on and on.

You sighed, “you’re right. I'm very hungry, let's go eat!”

You were now walking back to your apartment after dropping off your mom by the car your dad had sent for her to go back from. She left a little while after having dinner and made sure to convince you to befriend Yoongi and possibly start dating him.

There’s no way you would. You two don’t even know each other and he’s too rude sometimes.

Speaking of Yoongi, you need to apologize to him about your mom. You know there’s no way you’d face him after the embarrassing situation that occurred so you texted him instead. Surprisingly he texted back in just a few minutes.

[y/n] 9:38pm: Hey, this is y/n

[y/n] 9:39pm: I just wanted to apologize for how my mom reacted. I’m so sorry, she’s just like that, I hope you understand and forget whatever happened.

[yoongi] 9:43pm: it’s okay, I already forgot

[yoongi] 9:43pm: but how did you get my number?

[y/n] 9:43pm: from hoseok

[yoongi] 9:45pm: alright, well I gtg

[y/n] 9:46pm: oh ok bye goodnight

[yoongi] 9:46pm: gn

dry texter but whatever, now that that’s cleared, you can peacefully sleep.

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“Yoora, I’m on my way to meet dad right now, I’ll call you later okay.” You said, eyes focused on the road ahead of you.

“You better call though, I have some important news to share.”

“Okay okay don’t worry, I will. I need to know your tea anyways.”

You heard her chuckle, “trust me you would love it.”

“On second thoughts, tell me now.” You retorted, getting excited about the ‘important news’ she wanted to share.

“Nope, call me later bye!”

“Yoora no!” You yelled but she hung up already.

You wondered what happened in the span of 3 days that got her so excited. The last time you talked was when your mom was here. She was completely fine and normal so something big definitely happened. Thinking about Yoora and her important news, you didn’t even realize that you already reached your dad's company.

Parking the car and walking inside the tall glass building, you were greeted by the two beautiful receptionists who immediately recognized you as the chairman’s daughter.

“Hey, is dad free?” You asked the receptionist at the front desk.

“He’s in his office Miss Y/N, but I’ll call him and let him know you’re here.” She responded.

“Uh no! I actually wanted to surprise him so there is no need to inform him. I’ll just go.” You protested.

“Alright but he has someone over right now.”

“It's okay, I'll just wait outside his office till he’s done.” You said.

“As you wish Miss Y/N.” She respectfully bowed.

You returned it and walked towards your dad's office being all excited to meet him and ready to scold him for getting sick. Once you reached the hallway to your dad’s office, you were surprised to see a familiar figure and someone you thought you would never meet here of all places.

“Yoongi? What are you doing here?” You questioned as you walked up to him.

“Y/N?” He raised a brow turning towards you.

“You two know each other?” Your dad beamed in.

“Dad!” You exclaimed and jumped into his arms.

“Hey sweetheart, how are you?” He asked.

“I'm all good, how are you now?”

“Much better, especially now that you're here.” He replied, ruffling your hair as the two of you chuckled.

“Anyways back to my question, you two know each other?” Your dad asked once again.

“We’re neighbours.” Yoongi and you retorted at the same time.

“Dad, how do you know him and why are you here Yoongi?” You questioned both of them.

“He’s the CEO of Min Productions, we just finalized a deal and collaboration.” Your dad proudly announced.

You were beyond shocked. Yoongi, Min Yoongi, your neighbour, Hoseok's friend, he is the CEO of one of the biggest companies in all of South Korea.

“I was going to tell you about him to help with your work but good thing you came. Maybe we can just discuss all that right now. If that’s fine with you and Yoongi of course.” Your dad said, eyeing the two of you.

“Sure, I don’t have any other schedule for today.” Yoongi confirmed.

“Perfect! How about you Y/N?” Your dad asked.

“Oh yea sure.” You replied, still baffled about the new information you had just learned about Yoongi.

With that, the three of you went inside your dad's office and discussed a few deals, details and designs you could all work on. Your dad had two companies and you were working in the other smaller one. The companies were known for their great interior house designing. Yoongi's company being the biggest and most famous one in that field.

“I want to do something big this time.” Your dad heaved out. He was sitting on the couch beside you and in front of Yoongi, deep in thought about what he can do.

“What do you mean by that dad?” You muddled.

“Maybe a showcase-like exhibition.” Yoongi remarked, ignoring your confused state.

“Perfect! That’s a great idea, we'll do that.” Your dad happily exclaimed.

“Wait, so we’ll hold an exhibition with our new designs? Like how Ikea has those fake displays?” You asked, amazed by the idea.

“Something exactly like that.” Yoongi confirmed.

“Oh my god, you’re so smart. I’m sure this will benefit all our companies ” You exclaimed jolting up from your seat, making both Yoongi and your dad look up at you surprised.

“Uh sorry I just got a bit excited.” You murmured and sat back down making your dad chuckle.

“Yoongi, do you have any set date for the exhibition in mind?” Your dad asked, looking back at him.

“How about 4 months from now? Our company is low on furniture stock right now so it’ll take about a month to get them and 2-3 months to set all the designs.” Yoongi replied.

“Hmm, I think that’s great. Within the month you guys get furniture we can make the presentations with selected designs and a location to display the exhibition.” You suggested.

“Yea sure, we can have another meeting to discuss that later.” Yoongi said to which you and your dad both nodded.

A few minutes later your dad’s words were interrupted by a spam of text messages on your phone.

“Sorry Dad, I'm just gonna check to see if everything is fine.” You said, pulling out your phone to which he nodded and continued talking to Yoongi.

[yoora] 2:13pm: are you done yet???

[yoora] 2:13pm: please tell me you are

[yoora] 2:14pm: it’s been almost 4 hours

[yoora] 2:14pm: I still need to share my news

[yoora] 2:14pm: it’s important.

[yoora] 2:15pm: pleaseee Y/N!!

[yoora] 2:15pm: reply or i’ll never tell you.

[y/n] 2:16pm: jeez woman you need to stop spamming!

[yoora] 2:16pm: fucking finally!!!

[y/n] 2:16pm: and fyi, it’s only been 3 hours

[yoora] 2:16pm: same thing

[y/n] 2:17pm: anyways, i’m almost done here so tell me where to meet you

[yoora] 2:17pm: my place.

[y/n] 2:17pm: alright, see you soon

[yoora] 2:17pm: okayy see you soon!!

“Dad I actually have to leave right now.” You announced, closing your phone screen.

“So suddenly? Is everything okay?” He asked, face frowning with concern. Yoongi was staring at you as well.

“Yes dad everything is fine. I just need to go drop by at Yoora’s place.” You responded.

“Oh I see, take care and send my greetings her way.” He said standing up.

“Will do, I’ll leave now and please take care of yourself.” You said, hugging your dad. Your eyes then landed on Yoongi.

“Uh it’s an honour to be working with you Mr. Min.” You said professionally, extending your hand towards him.

You heard him chuckle, showing off his gummy smile before responding to your handshake. “Just call me Yoongi.”

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“You have a what!” You yelled, choking on the water you were gulping down.

“I have a boyfriend.” Yoora stuttered out, playing with her fingers.

“Oh my god Yoora, this is huge!” You exclaimed, putting aside the glass of water and holding her hands.

“I know, he’s actually coming over in a few minutes.” She said, making you widen your eyes.

“Why did you call me then! Do I know him? What’s his name? How long have you been dating?” You bombarded her with questions.

“Y/N calm down, I wanted to tell you before anyone and I don’t think you know him but you’ve definitely heard of him. He’s actually one of Hoseok's friends.” Yoora said, making you frown.

“Really? Who?” You questioned.

Before she could even reply, the doorbell rang.

“I think that’s him.”

You watched as Yoora walked over to the door, opened it and got crushed by a muscular figure hugging her.

“Hi babe, I missed you.” You heard a deep male voice, followed by a chuckle and a “I missed you too.” from Yoora. You smiled at that as you were beyond happy for your best friend.

As the couple walked in, you stood up from the couch and finally saw the man's face. Hoseok's friend huh? Once again very good looking.

“Hey you must be Y/N. I’m Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, It’s nice finally meeting you.” He introduced himself, extending his hand towards you.

“So you’re the man that stole my best friend's heart and my other best friend's car. It’s nice finally meeting you too, Jungkook.” You joked whilst shaking his hand.

“I— let’s not talk about the car incident. Hoseok still hates me for that.” He nervously laughed, making both you and Yoora chuckle.

“Anyways how and since when have you two been dating?” You asked curiously.

“Uh we’d been talking for 7 months after the party we met in and started dating 3 months ago.” Jungkook said, making you squint your eyes at Yoora. She told you about meeting this hot guy at the one party you couldn’t attend, but never told you that they had been talking afterwards.

“I’m sorry, I know I should have told you sooner but we wanted to be sure about our relationship before telling anyone and don’t be mad, you’re still the first one to know anyways.” Yoora apologetically retorted and you immediately softened your eyes.

“It’s fine, I’m so happy for you both. Jungkook please keep her happy and never break her heart or I swear I’ll kill you.” You threatened him.

“I swear I won’t, I love her too much.” He confessed looking at Yoora. You saw the love he had for her in his eyes and how flustered Yoora got.

He’s definitely the one for her.

“Well I guess I’ll leave you two be, don’t want to to be a third wheel.” You laughed.

“No no please don’t. I know you’re free today and we haven’t been hanging out a lot lately. Jungkook doesn't mind, I already told him.” She pleaded. Your eyes wandered off to Jungkook for confirmation and he nodded with a smile.

“Are you sure?” You asked, still having second thoughts.

“We’re sure, we can watch a movie if you’d like.” Jungkook suggested.

You sighed and smiled. “Alright, sounds good.”

Yoora squealed and stood up, “I’ll go get the popcorn and some drinks ready!”

“Why don’t you two catch up and choose a movie while I go get that hm?” Jungkook insisted, leaving a peck on Yoora’s forehead before heading towards the kitchen.

As soon as he left, you immediately hugged Yoora.

“Oh my god! He’s so sweet and good looking, literally your type.” You quietly exclaimed.

“I know right! I’m so glad I didn't ditch that party Hobi took me too that day. The guys there and Hoseok's friends were so nice and hot. You would’ve found yourself a man as well.” She excitedly whispered back.

You quietly chuckled, “I admit Hoseok’s friends are really nice and hot but you know why I couldn’t come.”

“Right, speaking of that, I forgot to ask how it went with your dad. How’s he feeling now?”

“Much better, he’s been taking all his medications on time and started working again. Dad also sent his greetings your way.” You smiled.

“That’s great! Make sure to send my greetings back to him,” She replied, making you nod.

“Of course! Well, let's choose a movie now.” You said, grabbing the remote from the table.

“Marvel!” The two of you exclaimed.

“Spider-man!” You jumped up, causing you both to laugh out loud.

“I heard Marvel and Spider-man, I’m so ready to watch.” Jungkook beamed, coming out of the kitchen with popcorn, drinks and other snacks in his arms.

“Jungkook, you're a Marvel and Spider-man fan too!” You excitedly asked.

“No shit Sherlock, who isn’t?” He cockily responded, making the three of you laugh.

“Okay, okay, let’s watch!”

You didn’t even realize when the three of you finished watching 3 movies before ordering a take out and leaving her place. It was really fun and Jungkook was an amazing guy. You’re so happy for Yoora.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

“Y/N please come to the party!” Yoora whined over the phone while you were cooking yourself some pasta for dinner.

“But—“

“No buts, you’re coming and that's final.” She stated.

“I’m not sure about it though.” You sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Oh come on, Jimin literally called and personally invited you.”

“I know but we’re not so close.”

“So what? Me, Jungkook and Hoseok, we’re all going to be there as well.” She retorted, trying to convince you for the past 15 minutes now.

“Fine, but I don’t have a—“

“Don't even worry about that. I have a sexy black one piece you could wear. Just decide on a suitable dress or some shorts and a nice top to go along with it.”

“Okay, thanks.”

She knows you too well.

“Don’t thank me, you know our rule.” She said, trying to sound mad.

“Right my bad.” You chuckled.

“Oh Jungkooks here! I'll call you tomorrow and drop off the one piece.” She exclaimed.

“Yeah sure.” You replied.

“Perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye.”

“Yeah see you, bye.” With that, the two of you ended the call.

Jimin had called you three days ago, inviting you to his house for a pool party which was being held on Saturday. You weren’t sure if you’d go since you’d only met each other once and weren’t too close. However, now that Yoora had successfully ended up convincing you to attend the party, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea. You could spend some time with Hoseok, Yoora and some other friends.

It had also been a little over a month since you had started working on the exhibition with Yoongi. As promised, you did all the research on possible locations and compiled various interior designs to use for display. You’d definitely be using this pool party as a way to unravel and celebrate the successful presentation you gave a few days prior. You’d been quite nervous as you didn’t want to disappoint your father or Yoongi. Despite your nerves, you decided to go ahead with it. Turned out that you had done remarkably well, impressing Yoongi as a turnout.

Today was Thursday, meaning you’d only have a day to prepare yourself. Most of tomorrow will be gone as you know you’ll find yourself drowning in work. The party is in the evening of Saturday so you’ll get everything ready the morning prior.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

You stood by the edge of your bed, staring at the pile of mess you just made. You were frustrated and confused as to what to wear to the party later in the evening.

Not wanting to spoil your whole mood, you decided to facetime Yoora and let her decide. As you were about to call her, something clicked in your mind.

You totally forgot.

You knew it’d be rude to call her in the middle of this so you decided to break it down to two outfits. You took pictures wearing both and just sent her the pics.

[y/n] 12:18pm: Yoora I know you're having lunch with Jungkook and his parents but when you have time please choose which one I should wear.

*insert image*

*insert image*

After you quickly sent the text, you ran to the kitchen to grab some food to eat. You were really excited about the pool party. The one piece Yoora gave was indeed sexy and fits your body perfectly. You sure were going to have fun tonight.

As soon as you sat on the sofa with a bag of doritos, you received a notification. You smiled and clicked on it knowing it’ll just be Yoora but—

What the fuck!?

[yoongi] 12:23pm: Y/N? this is Yoongi, I think you’ve got the wrong person.

[y/n] 12:24pm: oh my god! I'm so sorry I think I misread yours and Yoora’s name.

[yoongi] 12:24pm: Oh it’s fine

Your heart was beating so fast right now. You accidentally sent two pictures of yourself to Yoongi. It took you about a good six minutes to calm down but as soon as you were okay, you received another notification

[yoongi] 12:32pm: If you're open to receive another opinion though, I'd say the second one.

You blinked your eyes and kept staring at the text. Not gonna lie, that did something to your heart. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

[y/n] 12:35pm: oh alright thanks

[yoongi] 12:37pm: np:)

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

[hobi] 5:56pm: hey I’m downstairs

[y/n] 5:56pm: give me two mins i’ll be down

[hobi] 5:56pm: okay I’m waiting

You quickly fix your hair, put on your wedges and give yourself a quick glance in the mirror before leaving your apartment.

You are going to go to Jimin's party with Hoseok today. It’s been a while since you last met him considering his sudden trip to Chicago for two weeks.

Stepping out of the apartment entrance, you saw Hoseok leaning against his silver BMW. He didn’t notice you as his eyes were too focused on his phone.

“Hobi!” You beam, running up to him.

“Hey Y/N!” He beams back, trapping you into a bear hug.

“You look nice.” He compliments, eyeing your blue jean shorts and black off shoulder crop top which show off your belly piercing and sharp collarbones.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You retort, eyeing his white shorts and blue striped shirt.

“I never look bad.” He states whilst adjusting the shades resting on his head, making you roll your eyes.

“Anyways, how was Chicago?” You ask.

“It was amazing! I met a girl there actually.” He answers, making your eyes widen.

“Oh my god what!” You exclaim, causing him to let out a chuckle at your reaction.

“I’ll tell you on the way, get in the car first or we’ll be late.” He remarks, already walking towards the driver seat.

“Oh yea let’s go.” You say, opening the car door and settling yourself in.

Once he starts driving, your curiosity grows bigger.

“So?” You start, staring at his side profile.

“So what?” He asks, taking a quick glance at you before staring back at the road. You know he knows exactly what you’re referring to.

“Jung Hoseok.” His name comes sternly out your mouth.

“Fine fine, her name is Aera. She's actually Korean and is currently studying at a law school in Chicago. She still has a year to go and then she’ll come back.”

“Stop, that's so cool. So you’ll wait till she comes back?” You curiously ask.

“Yeah we both seem to like each other and we’ve been talking ever since I got back.” He shyly replies.

“Hobi, that’s great! Omg I'm so happy for you.” You squeal as he thanks you before turning on some music.

“To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I’d be available to pick you up tonight so I was going to tell Yoongi to bring you along with him.”

“Wait. Yoongi’s coming?” You ask, horror evident in your eyes.

“Of course we’re all friends, he’s Jimin's friend too, did you forget?” He laughs, eyes still focused on the road.

Great, just great. Now you have to face him after accidentally sending him your pics. Can this get any worse and embarrassing? You know you had to face him on Monday for work but within 5-6 hour after the incident…

After about 15 minutes, you see Hoseok pulling up at a parking lot with a huge mansion behind it.

Jimin lives here what the fuck!

“This isn’t Jimin's house, it's his family farm house.” Hobi confirms, as if he read your mind.

“Oh I see, it’s really pretty.” You mumble.

“It is. Now quit staring at it and let’s go in, I'll finally introduce you to Taehyung as well,” he says, making you nod. You follow him to the door and watch him ring the bell. When the door opens, the two of you are greeted by Jimin himself.

“Hoseok! Hey bro.” Jimin pulls Hoseok into a hug before turning towards you.

“Y/N hey! Glad you made it, it's been a while huh?” He exclaims, reaching in for a hug which you gladly accept.

“It sure has, thank you for inviting Jimin.” You beam a smile at him.

“Of course anytime, we’re friends now.” He smiles in return.

“But she’s my best friend.” Hoseok speaks in between, making you playfully hit his shoulder.

“Yeah yeah anyways, come in and make yourself at home.” Jimin says, guiding the two of you inside.

As soon as you step in, you are hit by the smell of alcohol as the song Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars blasts loudly through the speakers. Of course the first thing you notice is the beautiful interior of the house, you were amazed by it. Then you notice people scattered all around the house.

Jimin takes it upon himself to lead you and Hoseok to the backyard even though Hobi seemed to know the way. Once you reach, you see many more bodies dancing around, drinking, smoking, making out and playing in the pool.

“The bar is right there, you can get whatever you want. Please enjoy and don’t hesitate to ask for anything else, I'll be around.” Jimin says, pointing at the bar where people were sitting and bartenders were serving drinks.

Jimin definitely seems rich. I mean, his family owns Park Motels after all.

“Yeah, till everyone actually gets here at least. We all know you’d be hooking up with someone soon Jimin.” Hoseok snickers whilst you press your lips together to try to hold in your laugh.

“Shut up! Don’t embarrass me like that. Geez don’t listen to him Y/N.” Jimin replies.

“It’s totally fine Jimin, it’s your party of course you’ll enjoy.” You assure.

“See! Y/N is so kind, not judging me unlike someone else here,” he says, glaring at Hoseok to which he responds by rolling his eyes.

“Hey Jimin!” the three of you look back to see Namjoon, Seokjin, Jungkook, Yoora and this other man you don’t think you’ve ever met walking towards you.

Maybe he’s Taehyung?

“Hey guys!” Jimin and Hoseok beam as Yoora comes and hugs you.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you again.“ Seokjin politely says as Namjoon agrees and passes his dimple smile towards you.

“Likewise. How are you guys?” You ask.

“Perfectly fine. How about you?” The two say in return.

“I’m fine too.” You smile and wave at Jungkook who waves back.

“Oh and I believe you two haven’t met. Y/N this is Taehyung and Taehyung this is Y/N.” Jimin adds, pointing towards the man you’d assume was Taehyung indeed.

“Hey, I’ve heard a lot about you Y/N,” his deep ocean-like voice speaks as he motions his hand forward to you. You blink your eyes and immediately shake his hand.

He looks so dreamy and handsome.

“I could say the same Taehyung, nice to meet you.”

Soon enough, the 6 boys are chatting amongst themselves and you quietly start whispering to Yoora beside you, “How the hell are his friends so good looking?”

“I don’t know. Well let’s see, Namjoon and Seokjin have a girlfriend while me and Jungkook are together so Jim—“

“Really!” You exclaim louder than you thought, once knowing two of them have girlfriends. This makes the 6 men snap their heads towards you and Yoora.

“Any problem girls? You okay Y/N?” Namjoon asks.

“Uh yeah actually, me and Y/N are going to head to the pool now, is that fine?” Yoora asks, hooking her arm under yours.

“Of course have fun! The changing room is right there.” Jimin says, pointing to a door beside the glass window leading into the house.

“Got it thanks!” Yoora beams before holding your hand and dragging the two of you towards the change room. Of course after making sure she gives Jungkook a quick peck on his lips and cheek.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

You can feel the gazes being thrown at you. You’re not even complaining because damn right you look sexy and amazing tonight. Yoora told you a thousand times before the two of you stepped out of the changing room seconds ago.

Making your way towards the pool, you already see Hoseok and his friends in there, shirtless. You look away spotting Jimin making out with a girl in a hot pink bikini only to find Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook talking to one another in the corner while Namjoon and Seokjin were each talking to a girl. Maybe it’s their girlfriends.

When you get into the pool, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook swim towards you and Yoora, making sure to splash some water your way on purpose. As a reflex, the two of you bring your hands forward to block the water and look to the side.

“My girls are looking sexy.” Hoseok beams, snaking his arms around your bare waists. The two of you don’t mind knowing it’s just Hoseok and the three of you are very much comfortable with each other. I mean, you’ve practically known each other for twenty years now.

“Don’t we always.” You two retort as Hobi gives you both the ‘as if, I've seen you at your worst’ look.

“Anyways, we are going to start beach volleyball in the pool, wanna join?” Taehyung asks in between.

“We’d love to!” The two of you exclaim and so everyone gathers up to play.

After two long hours of playing around and having fun in the pool, You and Yoora decide to come out and dry yourselves up. You received a few drinks in the pool but the two of you needed to sit down to talk whilst enjoying another nice drink.

The two of you dry yourselves up in the change room before running towards the bar stools. You make sure to wear shorts over your one piece before you do though.

“One Margarita for me!” Yoora exclaims before turning to you, telepathically asking what you’d like.

“I’d like the same,” you respond, making the bartender nod and leave to get your drinks ready.

They served it in just seconds, wow.

“So how was lunch with Jungkook's parents?” You start, clinking your glass with hers.

“Oh my god I was literally nervous for no reason, they were like the sweetest people ever,” she coos.

“Really, that’s amazing! Still can’t get over how gorgeous you look tonight by the way. I bet Jungkook won’t be able to keep his hands to himself, not that he was in the pool anyways.” You tease your best friend who showed up in a yellow and purple two piece, paired with an off the shoulder, floral white dress to go over it.

As if on cue, Jungkoook makes his way over to the two of you and stands beside Yoora.

“Hey Y/N! Can I steal her from you for a bit?” He asks whilst licking his lips.

“Of course, take her for as long as you want. Have fun you two.” You sheepishly grin, glancing between the two and notice Yoora glaring at you while Jungkook stands there with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh we will, thanks.” Jungkook replies, eyeing your best friend before snaking a hand around her waist and taking her inside.

As soon as Yoora and Jungkook leave, you order another drink and patiently sit there while staring at the crowd. Half of them are in the pool and the other half are dancing.

“Mind if I join you?” Your eyes widen as you immediately jerk your head up to see Yoongi staring down at you.

“Uh no not at all,” you respond, fidgeting with the glass of red wine the bartender had just served to you.

“Great. A single malt scotch whiskey please,” he orders, taking a seat on the stool beside you which was previously occupied by Yoora.

For a moment you both sit there in silence while taking sips of your drinks. From the corner of your eyes, you feel Yoongi's eye on you so you slowly move your head to take a glance at him.

“Do you have something to say?” You ask, trying your best not to stutter knowing you are under his sharp gaze.

“Yes well, we have a meeting on Thursday, just a reminder.” He states to which you quietly nod.

“Right. Thanks for remin—“

“Y/N! Yoongi! Come on, don't sit around, let’s go dance.” Hoseok excitedly exclaims as he wraps his arms around the both of you before dragging you two to the dance floor.

Hoseok twirls you around before showing off some moves of his own. Taehyung being the gentleman he is, greets you before grasping your hand to sway you around a few times. You laugh and find yourself dancing along to the music. Such a nice and fun guy.

Yoongi stands there watching the three of you, well mostly you. Unknowingly he feels his heart racing. It was something about your exposed legs, collarbones, the belly piercing and wet hair. You look beautiful under the neon lights flashing over your face, swaying your hips perfectly to match the rhythm.

Soon enough, many more bodies start to join, making the space become tighter. Yoongi then realizes that your body was now pressed against his. Your hands are resting on his shoulder in need of support while his hands just stay by his side, not daring to touch you.

The two of you find yourselves lost in an intense eye lock. The loud music blasting in the background, starts fading away as Yoongi finds it harder to resist himself.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Yoongi growls, not taking his eyes off you as you don’t either.

“Like what?” You mumble, enough for him to hear. You make sure to squeeze his shoulders and biceps before slowly trailing one of your hands down to his chest. You don’t know where you got this sudden confidence from but you’re going to blame the alcohol for it.

“Fuck you’re gonna regret this,” he mumbles back, lightly flicking his tounge over his lips which you find super hot. You feel intoxicated with the tone of his voice, his strong breezy cologne and his not so minty but alcohol scented breath.

Your bodies are pressed against each other yet his hands are still not touching you. It was driving you crazy. He was driving you crazy.

You didn’t want to but you find yourself breaking the intense eye contact before moving your eyes down to his wet plump lips. You take your index finger and slowly trace it down his Adam's apple which you watch go up and down, indicating how hard he gulped from your movement.

“Y/N.” he warns. His voice, low and stern.

You look back up to meet his eyes, only to see them glued onto your lips. You were so desperate to have them pressed against his pink wet ones that you didn’t care about anything else at this point. In a swift moment, you grab his collar, pull him closer to you and smash your lips onto his.

Your eyes shut close as you feel Yoongi's lips perfectly mould into yours as if they’re only made for you. They were warm and soft just like how you’d imagine.

That’s where you finally feel one of his arms wrap around your waist and the other around your back with his hand tangled up in your damp hair. You secure your arms around his neck and slowly guide your fingers up to play with his long fluffy hair.

When you feel his hands move down to your hips giving it a little squeeze, you almost yelp and immediately pull out from the kiss.

Fuck you just kissed Yoongi.

He slowly caresses your cheeks and lightly brushes his thumb over your lips.

“You wanna take this upstairs,” he whispers, making you nervous. You may have planned on getting laid tonight but certainly not by Yoongi.

Yoongi feels your uneasiness and sighs. “Only if you’re okay with it. I’m not going to force you Y/N. We can forget whatever happened if you think this was a mist—“

“No!” You exclaim.

“I…I just…fuck. Okay fine let’s go!” You stutter and whine, being all frustrated with yourself. You know you’re overthinking but this might only be a one night thing and nothing else.

Right?

“Y/N once again I’m not—“

“Yoongi, I want you,” you cut him off, looking him in the eyes. You see them go dark with the same lustful gaze he held before the kiss. He clutches your hand and walks the two of you past the sweaty bodies to get in the house. From the corner of your eyes, you spot Taehyung and Hoseok happily dancing amongst the crowd.

They didn’t see the kiss, thank god.

Once Yoongi’s free hand slides open the glass door to enter the house, he leads you up the stairs as you mindlessly follow behind. He comes to a halt in front of the furthest door from the stairs and opens it, gesturing for you to step in.

Once you do, you feel his grip on your hand go loose as he leaves it to lock the door with his broad back facing you. When he turns around, he pauses and stares at your figure for a brief second before moving closer. He snakes his arm around your waist and quickly yanks you towards him so that both of your hands are pressed against his chest.

“You’ve been driving me insane all night Y/N,” he whispers, giving your hips a light squeeze.

“Could say the same Mr. Min,” you tease, knowing damn well how much he hates it when you call him that.

“Fuck Y/N, you sure you want this?” he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yes.” You breathe out.

“Are you clean baby?” He asks while opening the drawer beside you with one hand, possibly searching for a condom.

“Yes and I'm on pills so no need to look for a condom.” You assure, deeply staring into his dark orbs before locking lips with him again.

This time it was more rough and rushed. Both your tongues fighting for dominance and teeth clashing, leading into a messy make out session. His hands roam all over your body as yours begins to unbutton his black shirt and slide it off his built arms.

You yelp when he lifts you up and gently places you on the bed, hovering over you. Your hands make their way from touching his bare upper half to the back of his neck as you both continue to salivate each other’s lips.

“Yoongi please,” you whine, pulling out of the steamy kiss.

“Please what? I need words princess.” He speaks in a husky tone, making you even more weak and wet than you already were.

“Please touch me. Please fuck me, I need you in me.” You beg, receiving a quick low chuckle from him.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless hm?” He says, slowly caressing your thighs.

“Yes please.” You plead.

“Tell me exactly what you need then.” He demands.

“Need your dick in me fuck Yoongi just—mmph.” Your whining gets cut off by his lips that smash onto yours once again whilst his cold veiny hands begin to trace all your curves.

“Can I?” He pants, playing with the hem of your shorts. You nod and he immediately slides them off, throwing them somewhere on the ground.

He goes down to your thighs and spreads them apart, leaving wet kisses around the inner part before eyeing your clothed area. You were still in your one piece.

Yoongi hovers back up to lean over your face, gently holds your head and lifts your upper half off the bed so that you’re smug in arms. He unties the knots on the back of your one piece before sliding the straps off from both sides and completing discarding it from your body. Yoongi eyes your naked figure from head to toe and bites his lips before leaning down to your neck.

“I always knew you’d be beautiful in and out.” He whispers, biting your earlobe before leaving a trail of wet butterfly kisses from your neck, down to your pussy. You shudder at the feeling.

“So fucking wet for me aren’t you princess?”

“Hmm only for you, now take this off,” you mumble, pointing at his pants as you can already see how hard he is. Yoongi immediately obeys and takes it off along with his boxers, letting his hardened cock spring free. You almost gasp seeing his length, he was huge.

“Like what you see baby?” He smirks.

Fuck you want him. You want him so bad!

“Yoongi go on alread—shit!” You whimper, feeling his cold fingers rubbing circles over your clit.

“Need to stretch you out first.” He says, inserting two long fingers inside you.

“Yoongi oh my god.” You cry out in pleasure, pulling him closer.

“You like that baby?” He asks, groaning when you clench tightly around his digits.

“Yes Yoon— '' You moan out as he quickens his pace, fucking his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. When you feel your orgasm approaching, you squeeze his arm.

“Fuck im so close,” you hiss as he hums in response before pulling his fingers completely out of you.

“Yoongi why’d you pull out!” You whine, feeling the sudden emptiness of his fingers in you while you were close to finishing.

“Cause I want you to cum all over my cock.” He responds, palming his member and stroking it before positioning it to your entrance.

He looks at your naked frame beneath him to ask for consent, to which you eagerly nod. When he enters your wet heat, the two of you let out a deep groan and whimper.

“Shit! You’re still so fucking tight baby. Should’ve eaten you out too,” he groans, feeling the burn as every inch of him stretches your walls to their limit.

“Fuck Yoongi, just move already.” You plead, extremely aroused by the dirty words he was throwing at you.

He is quick to oblige and nods before thrusting into you slowly. Once he catches his pace, you become a moaning mess under him. His name being the only thing coming out of your mouth while you grip his hair and sheets tightly. Yoongi loved it, loved feeling you squirm and be a mess under him, loved the sound of both your skins slapping filling the room while you chant his name over and over again. It was like music to his ears.

“You feel so fucking good baby.” He groans, using one of his hands to play with your hardened nipple before latching his mouth on, to suck it.

“Fuck Yoon you’re so good, shit right there.” You moan, rolling your eyes back while gripping Yoongi’s hair tighter as you feel him hit your g-spot. You only earn yourself a low groan from him.

“Shit shit shit so close Yoon fuck!” Yoongi hates to admit it but the way you were calling him ‘Yoon’ was making him go crazy.

“Fuck, you’re gonna cream my cock princess yea?” He asks gritting his teeth, nearly pulling out all the way before slamming back into you again.

“Yes! Please go faster!” You shriek, bucking your hips forward to feel him more.

“Faster? shit you’re making me go crazy Y/N.” Something about the way he said your name along with the amount of pleasure he was giving you almost made you dizzy.

“Gonna cum Yoongi!” You screech, shutting your eyes tight as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach again.

“Will cum all over my cock like the good girl you are?” He emphasizes each word with controlled thrusts.

“Yoongi yes fuck, please just— cant hold it.” you cry out.

“Cum for me then.” He murmurs, leaving a sloppy kiss near your jawline before pulling out of you to let you cream his cock. You wince and cry out at the feeling as your orgasm washes over you.

Yoongi surprises you when he gives your slit a nice long lick. “Just wanted to taste you,” he beams, plopping his sweaty figure beside you.

“You didn’t cum,” you remark, sitting up as your chest still heaves up and down.

“It's fine.” He mutters, still lying down as beads of sweat drip down his chest and forehead.

“No it’s not, you’ve been working so hard for the exhibition, I think you deserve a treat Mr. Min.” You retort, looking down at him and giving his veiny cock a nice deep stroke.

“Fuck, I told you not to call me that but you’re right, I do deserve a treat. Think you can give me a head?” He jerks up, brushing his hand through his hair.

“I’d love to, Mr. Min.” You respond, your tongue reaching down to lick his pink tip, precum already leaking from it with your own cum smeared over as well.

“Don’t fucking tease baby.” He grunts. You dip your head down and take him in your mouth, moaning at the sensation as Yoongi tries to fight back a moan himself. You swirl your tongue around a bit before bobbing your head up and down to suck him off and take as much of him as you can. Only Yoongi knows how pretty you look right now and he’d do anything to see you like this for the rest of his life.

“Fuck you’re taking me so well princess.” He hisses, gripping your hair and moving it out your face so that it wouldn’t be in your way. It only makes you suck him harder.

He groans and throws his head back, “Not gonna last long fuck.”

After giving him a few more sucks, you feel his dick twitch in your mouth. You knew he’d cum anytime soon so you already prepared yourself.

“Shit, gonna cum.” He curses before shooting his hot cum straight down your throat. When you pull out, you start coughing and your eyes were glistening with tears.

“Shit sorry, are you okay?” Yoongi apologizes, worriedly reaching down to cup your face.

“I’m good, just tired.” You tell him with an amused smile.

“Let’s get you cleaned okay.” He says, pecking your forehead and lifting you off him to lay you down on the bed.

Was this the same man a few minutes ago?

You watch Yoongi wear his boxers and go into the bathroom to bring a damp towel in order to clean you up. Once he is done, he gives you his black button up to wear and tucks you in bed before slipping under the sheets, right beside you.

“Yoongi if we sleep here, I'll need to tell Hoseok not to wait for me.” You mutter, instantly realizing and moving closer to Yoongi's body so that you are facing him.

“I’ll text him, don't worry, just sleep okay.” He replies, cuddling you while playing with your hair.

“Don’t tell him that we—“

“No way I would, I'll never hear the end of it.” He adds, to which you both let out a chuckle.

“Thank you for tonight, goodnight Yoongi.” You wish him, eyes closed as you’re already half asleep in his embrace.

Yoongi smiles and mutters back, “night princess,” before falling into deep slumber himself.

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It’s been 3 months since that night. Neither you nor Yoongi had the time to talk about that certain topic or anything else other than work. Things had been really hectic and busy with the exhibition being just around the corner. In fact, It was going to be held tomorrow so you were really nervous yet excited at the same time.

You were seated on your kitchen counter stool, skimming through some details on the designs you will be presenting tomorrow, when you hear a sudden knock on the door. You sigh and walk over to open it, only to find Yoongi standing there.

“Hey Yoon—“

“We need to talk.” He says in a serious tone, making you worried. You let him in and close the door behind you.

“Is the display fine? Should I change anything? All the designs are okay right? Did something happe—?'' Before you could say anything more, he cuts you off.

“I can’t anymore.” He mumbles, staring at the floor.

“Cant what Yoongi? Are you okay?” You worriedly ask him, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.

“Fuck I just— I think I’m in love with you.” He confesses, looking up at you. You were too stunned to speak at the moment. The two of you stand there in silence for a few seconds, if only he knew how fast your heart was racing right now.

“You’re what?” You question him, making sure whatever you just heard was right.

“I’m in love with you. I know we haven’t gotten the chance to talk much after that night but I can’t stop thinking about you. I was actually attracted to you from the beginning and I slowly started liking you as a friend and a colleague but that night, I just knew I liked you more than that. So can we like…you know, will you be my girlfriend?” He nervously confesses.

“Is Mr. Min nervous?” You tease him, flashing him an amused smile.

“Y/N. I'm serious.” He almost whines. Seeing such a side of Yoongi apart from his cold demeanour that he has when working makes you so happy and giddy.

“Well, I’d love to be your girlfriend.“ You giggle in response as he stands there in shock.

“Yoongi,” you call out. He hums in return, eyes boring into yours.

“Just kiss me already goddamn it.” You whine, tugging on his shirt collar so that you could press your lips against his.

When your lips meet one another, It starts off as a slow passionate kiss which gradually turns into a rather hungrier one. Yoongi being Yoongi, squeezes your ass and tumbles you both over onto your couch so that he is hovering over you.

“How about you pay me back for borrowing some sugar that day, by letting me taste your sweet little cunt.”

“Oh my g— Yoongi!” You widen your eyes and lightly slap his arm. How did he go from being a stuttering mess to being so confident?

“Oh come on, I know you’d love it.” Yoongi mumbles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I would but I love you more.” You giggle pecking his cheeks.

“Not more than how much I love you though,” he retorts, pecking your lips and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Tomorrow is a big day.” You whisper, hooking your arms around his nape.

“I know, but you did amazing. You worked so hard on this and I loved all the designs and presentations you gave.” He replies, gently holding your hand and rubbing circles over your knuckles.

“You’re just saying that because you like me.” You retort, making him lean up to face you.

“This is part of the reason why I actually started liking you baby, I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

“I should be the one saying how proud I am of you. You worked even harder on this than me. You even skipped meals and went home at like 2 am,” you respond, brushing your fingers through his scalp.

“Oh, were you observing me princess?” He asks you in a teasing manner.

“Hmm couldn’t stop staring at my handsome and hot neighbour. No wait, I mean boss, or is it colleague? Or should I say boyfriend.” You reply, not even denying it.

“Whichever you like,” he chuckles in response before getting off of you and lifting you up in bridal style.

“Yoon what are you do—“

“Getting you to bed. We need to get some good sleep to survive tomorrow.” He states, walking to your bedroom and placing you on the bed.

“Nice room.” He compliments whilst looking around. He’s an interior designer himself, of course he’d say something about it.

“Thank you, wanna stay over?” You ask, reaching to the side to turn off the lights from your bedside table.

“Would love to.” He responds, sliding under the sheets beside you. You switch off the lights, embrace yourselves in each other’s arm and fall into deep slumber.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

The next day, your morning was occupied with last minute touch ups needed to be done for the designs. You kept wondering how your boyfriend was putting up with everything. When the two of you were having breakfast, he informed you that his parents were going to drop by as well. The news had made you even more nervous than you already were. I mean, the two of you just started dating yesterday and you were already going to meet his parents.

Anyways, the overall day went by really fast and fairly well. The exhibition went smoothly and a lot of people showed up including your parents, Hoseok, Yoora, their parents and Hoseok’s friends. When you met Yoongi's parents, they were really nice and looked so happy to meet you. When you told your parents, they weren’t even surprised, especially your mom.

“I knew you two would have something going on, the moment I saw him at your place that day.” These were the exact words your mom had uttered to you with Yoongi by your side.

Hoseok, Yoora and the others were very surprised. Jungkook and Jimin obviously couldn’t keep their mouths shut and exposed Yoongi by telling you how he kept asking them for some girl's advice.

“Never knew you’d be into Yoongi but at least we can go on double dates now.” Yoora had whispered to you.

“Can’t believe that even when you and Yoongi would talk to me everyday, I couldn’t figure it out.” Hoseok had beamed.

You are currently in Yoongi’s black Palisade, on your way back home from the restaurant Yoongi's father had made a reservation for. It was a fun day and nice dinner with both your families and friends. Both your parents got along very well.

You were staring out the window, recalling all the events of today when you suddenly feel Yoongi’s cold hand on your thigh.

“You know my offer from yesterday still stands.” He says, making you frown.

“What are you talking about?” You question him.

“Don’t act so innocent baby, you know what I’m talking about.” Once he states that, you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Yoon, I already paid you back.” You reply, deciding to tease him and stretch out the conversation a bit.

“Hm, but that wasn’t enough.” He retorts.

“What do you mean I gave ba—“

“You made me fall for you. Never knew I'd fall for the girl that showed up at my apartment late at night to borrow some sugar. You stole my heart so make up for that.” He claims, looking at you when the traffic lights turn red. Your eyes immediately soften.

“I love you so much.” You confess, leaning in for a quick kiss before the lights turn green again.

“I love you too.” He responds, kissing you back before you pull out and properly sit back on your seat.

“Also, I’d like to accept your offer Mr. Min.” You assert, intertwining your fingers with his as his hand was still resting on your thigh.

“Oh my love, I hope you know you’re in for a long night then.” He smirks, squeezing your hand and taking a glance at you. You look away being all flustered so he wouldn’t notice you turning red.

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MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

Okay- so, first of all, thank you so much Anon, for this ask and I'm sorry I responded to late, but I had to take my time with this one.😭💖.

So here it goes, (i know i said i'd do two biases, im sorry guys, i love yall too much and i get too invested the word count was killing me)

1) @edenesth

Park Seonghwa- Rivals to Lovers

Here me out, he owns an old book shop across the street, he's been there longer than you too. This was his turf, his town, his people, people who loved to read in his cozy library, with its olden print books, worn out pages, read through by generations of the same family.

All was great until one spring she shows up, with her whole pastel plus minimalistic vibes, all with the cutesy trinkets and plants, with warm lights- he noticed some books too, but they were only for show- in conclusion it was a horrid place.

A horrid place where most teens would go to after school now, no longer going to his bookshop, where they'd gossip, read novels or mangas, or even look at pretty pictured magazines (the safe kind, mind you he kept nothing nasty). What's worse was that the older folk began to go there, too! Especially because of how nice she was to them, so polite and so pretty and - ANNOYING.

He even went to 'inspect' the place, with a sour mood and an ill intention, though he was greeted with a burst of sweet aroma, one that had his stomach growling and his inner foodie, begging him to pick at least one of the many pastries or have a cup of steaming, delicious coffee. What came next was worst, her, with her gentle smile and angelic features.

"Hello! Welcome to Spring Avenue, how may we help you today?"

"You're taking my traffic."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"Of course you don't."

With that he had walked out, starting a cold war, between the two. Ironically, she was a pacifist, never a fighter, but boy, did he piss her off, he knew all those buttons that would have her steaming like a hot latte.

The war had begun;

It all began when he put a " 10% off sign on Mangas, Fashion Magazines and Manhwas" that took a god chunk of her traffic.

In retaliation, she launched a "Friendship campaign, any customer that brings a friend gets a cake slice free."

Spend 2 hours reading here and leave with a borrowed book/novel of your choice."

"Buy a coffee and get a cookie free."

This continued throughout the season, so did their rivalry, to an extent that led their divided customers sense the tension. And like usual, highschoolers are escapists and this little feud of Seonghwa and her's was a problem they'd like to avoid, from her cafe they could see their beloved bookshop owner Seonghwa scowl at them, and if they were leaving the bookshop, the kids could feel the uneasiness in her smile that she give them once they'd pass her by.

"Congratulations, you're in loss." She sighed, closing the file, earning a scowl from the cafe owner, "Hey, I'm just here to check your bills, loss, and profit stuff, don't shoot the messenger."

"Alexia, come on." She whined, this was her dream, she'd put in her life's savings for this, "What should I do, Lexi?"

"Gosh, maybe not give out stupid discounts four times in a month?" Alexia sighed, rubbing her face, leaning back to stare at the bookshop across the street, "San said he knows the owner, maybe you guys could do a collab, instead of trying to each other's traffic."

"Who's San?" She asked her best friend, slash account manager and Public Relations officer- wait, was she dating!?

"Oh- uh- hey would you look at the time?" Alexia got up, grabbing her disposable coffee cup and bag, "Tell you what, you ask the bookshop owner dude about this? Okay? I'll get back with the details on Monday!" She called out as she walked towards the door, ignoring the cafe owner's questions about this San, "BYE LOVE YOU!"

That's how she found herself standing Infront of his bookshop that evening, still debating if she should go in or not? Was this idea even worth it, the guy was rude, annoying, stupid, incredibly handsome and sweet with kids and- the hell.

"Can I help you?" His deep voice came out of no where

She almost jumped out of her skin, only to turn around and spot the man she had been hating for the past ten months, standing there in all his angleic glory, with that ugly sweater and that overly comfortable scarf, not to mention his hair, his undercut had grown, quiet well too, perhaps he really was blessed with good genes.

"I uh..." she trailed off, pouting to herself, thinking of how he'd react, maybe he would make fun of her, or insult her or even go as far as to tell the town about her poor business management skills.

"Are you still open?" his question had caught her off guard, staring at him quietly wanting to see if this was a trick, only it wasn't, for when she nodded, he had looked around and then asked if he could...get a cup of coffee from there.

Of course she had said yes, why on earth would she say no to a customer, she needed the business. Unfortunately, that one cup of coffee, turned into two, then three, well- not as unfortunate as she would like it to be.

The two, mind you, who still didnt like each other, began to learn a lot about each other. He learnt how she was genuinely a sweet, caring and gentle person, her persona was indeed not fake but very real, this is who she was. She on the other hand, learned that he had inherited this business from his family, and he was an avid reader- sort a geek, a cute geek, a cute geek that could eat a whole chocolate cake with three mugs off coffee like it was nothing.

It wasn't until the third week of him visiting her cafe, that when he had stepped out to go there, he had bumped into her. She had almost fallen, but he was quick, gripping her wrist and pulling her into his chest, only to laugh when she mumbled an excuse, though he was glad she couldn't hear how his heart was hammering against his chest, wanting to stuff itself in the breast pocket of her coat.

That day she had asked him if she could check out his book shop, because she had been looking for old English bakery recipes and she couldn't find it anywhere, not any store around or online. Of course he had taken her to the right isle, in the right section in no time, this bookshop was his life and collecting and sifting through books was his passion, that day he had seen her passion, she had sat there, on the floor the entire night, reading book after book, mumbling to herself as she noted down recipes. He had sat next to her, helping her jot down notes, bringing her coffee- well not as good as hers, but good enough. At one point he had even ordered them a late night snack, well snacks, because he's a growing boy. He had closed the shop with the two inside, even pulled out a blanket and some cushions from the lounging area so she could comfortably work- she was a passionate girl and ironically he had realised something that night, only it turned into a full blown epiphany in the morning.

Next morning she had woken up right next to him, her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her as the blanket was draped over the two, they had fallen asleep while reading- oh my, he really was pretty up close.

Though the two pretended nothing had happened, nothing had changed, however, everyone around them had noticed, the highschoolers would giggle when he'd come to her cafe for a cup of coffee, or how the older folk would pat him on the back when she'd step into the bookshop calling him out for help, with her little, "Hwa?"

Neither really knew how it happened, but one night while closing up he had waited outside for her, telling her he'd drop her home, even though she lived close by. Slowly this had become part of their routine, he'd often talk about the latest manga or an issue to the Star Wars comics or whatever on earth he'd talk about, but she'd always listen. Always smile and laugh at his jokes, while he'd readily accept any test recipes she'd try, telling her that his stomach was like a blackhole.

But when do the two get together? Simple, on New Years Eve, when he had to close his shop but she had decided to leave her cafe open, wanting to cater to all those who were celebrating the arrival of the new year with their loved ones, she knew Seonghwa had to go home anyway and she didn't want to spend the night alone since her family was out of town. What she did not expect was a few minutes before the strike of midnight, the cafe door chimed open as she turned to greet the customer, only to freeze at the sight before her- Seonghwa entering with a bouqet of origami flowers, smiling at her as he slowly walked to her;

"I- I know you don't like plucking flowers or bouqets, so I made you these."

"You...made these?"

"Ofcourse."

"W-why?"

"I...because I..." but before he could finish his sentence his ears picked up the count down, causing him to quickly place the flowers on the counter and as soon as the fireworks rang in her ears, it was as if she could feel the burning warmth in her body, taking a second to process how his lips were on hers, his hands cupping her face as her hands instinctively went up to grip his coat, pulling him even closer. Who knew that one day she'll end up opening a cafe that also served as a bookstore, who knew that one day, her little, evil, handsome rival bookseller, would be the New Year's kiss she never knew she needed, the man she never knew she needed, the lover that she was blessed to have.

2) @yessa-vie

Jeong Yunho- Neighbors to Lovers

No, she was not the new tenant, he was, and for some ungodly reason he was also extremely ill-prepared to live alone. Like any other weekend, she was leaving her apartment to go to the cafe to sit in peace and finish her novel, but God had other plans. She had opened the door to come face to face with a tall, good-looking man, though the smile he wore scared her- he was one of those extroverts.

No, he was not mean at all, nor was he the manipulative kind, Jeong Yunho really didn't know how the pre-installed dishwasher worked, that's why he had come to her that fateful weekend, about to knock on the door but she had beat him to it, opening the door before he could, earning a sheepish smile in return- who knew his neighbour would be so gorgeous, who knew purple could look so good on someone?

"Hey, I- I moved in across the hall, apartment 19, lol, I guess we're neighbours, huh?"

She had only nodded meekly at his question, pulling her satchel closer to her person, not because she didn't like him, no, but because she wasn't much of a talker anymore, not so confident either and also- because regardless of how good looking this stranger was, he was still a stranger.

"I'm Yunho- Sorry to bother you, I know you must be going somewhere, but I- I uh- I wanted to know if you know how to operate the dishwasher?"

That's how she found herself in his apartment, leaving the maindoor wide open, so she could escape if something were to happen, but to her surprise he was just a regular idiot, one who thought the dishwasher was a rack used to dry the dishes- men.

That night Yunho met an angel, one who seemingly had her life planned out, held together well, while he was still trying to build something out of his- data analyst or not, living alone was not the easiest thing to do, yet, she seemed so nonchalant about it.

Overtime however, she noticed how he would come over to ask her for help often, sometimes it was the 'fridge isn't working right' other times it was the 'how much water do you add to rice while boiling it?' Honestly, she would've told him to piss off if it were anyone else, but it was her polite neighbour, her sweet polite, new neighbour who would pass her by in the corridor every morning, smiling at her and wishing her a good morning- even if she wasn't a morning person.

Ironically, he continued to ensure they cross paths, only because he wanted to get to know her, to talk to her, he really needed a friend, and since moving here meant Mingi and him could no longer hang out 24/7, he really needed another person to talk to, someone who was not Hongjoong from the finance department.

Ironically, she did not protest or tell him to get lost, instead she's quietly help him whenever he'd approach her, giving him a shy smile then going back to her apartment. That purple door tempting him to go back and knock on the old wood, wanting to know what Narnia like secrets she hid behind.

She let it be, truthfully, she wanted fo befriended him, but during these little adventures, she realised she had begun to neglect her book, the same book she had a deadline for, the same book she had been working on day and night, and now this puppy pops up and takes all her attention?

So what does she do? Simple, she starts to create some form of distance, leave before he'd be awake, come back home later too, also even if he did come to knock on her purple door, she wouldn't be there to answer it, so technically she wouldn't feel guilty right?

Wrong, instead God had punished her with a severe writer's block, one so bad that she had missed two of her deadlines, and according to her publisher, she was on her last chance. That's how she found herself at the very cafe where she would find solace, now on the verge of tears, staring at the laptop in pure agony, maybe this was payback for leaving him unattended and ignoring him or maybe she was never meant to be a writer.

A fresh cup of coffee was placed next to her hand, causing her to quickly pull back and look at the stranger, only her panicked eyes met a softer, more timid gaze, a gentle smile gracing her presence.

"Hey... you looked like you needed the juice." He smiled, gesturing towards the chair, as if asking for permission to sit down next to her, to which she nodded.

"I uh..." she paused. Should she even be asking him how he's been? Does she have the right to do so, or are they just neighbours- well, at this point, two strangers living across each other.

"I read your books by the way," he began, giving her a gentle smile, as he felt the way she had tensed up, honestly, initially he thought she was like that because his presence made her uncomfortable, but he soon realised it wasn't him, but she usually was this tensed all the time, this nervous and unsure, which made no sense to him because she was one of the most well functioning person he had met in the city, and he was glad to have moved in next to her, "It's great, the plotline is amazing and the details- you really captured the essence, I particularly liked the world you created, honestly, when I moved here I thought everyone wore those 'blockers' too. To not...feel stuff you know," he turned to look at her, only to catch her staring at him, a small chuckle escaping him when she cleared her throat, averting her gaze, "You were the only one who was nice enough to help me, even for the stupidest of tasks...it means a lot."

She stared at him in awe and disbelief. She had been trying to avoid him for almost a month now, couldn't he tell? Or was he just playing dumb- I mean he totally could be dumb, he didn't know a toaster comes with settings, just thought the numbers were there for the appeal.

After that the two began to "spend time together", it was strictly casual mind you, nothing personal, though he would drop by more often than usual, sometimes after work, sometimes on the weekends- to have dinner with her, he'd bring dessert, or to watch a movie with her, he'd bring the snacks- no, nothing domestic at all.

Or so they thought, because a few months in, he had come over by swinging the door open, yes he had the keys and she had his keys, only to find her standing there all dressed up.

"Where are you off to? What about movie night?"

"Oh no..." she gasped, "Yuyu, I forgot to tell you I had a date tonight." A date? Why? With whom?

"Wait, why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why would you go on a date when we- I mean...isn't it weird? Shouldn't you be more focused on your book, instead of this temporary romance?"

"Temporary romance?!"

"W-wait, I didn't mean it like that. It came out wrong-"

"Out."

"W-what?"

"I said get out!"

That happened a week ago, she had been avoiding him for a whole week, she had been ignoring his calls, his texts, his knocks- no he didn't barge into her apartment, it took him a great amount of time to get her to open up to him and he idiotically clowned himself. So he decided to go to the next thing, go to the official reading of her book launch.

He waited there at the back, listening to her intently, taking in each word, who knew he would ever fall in love with, her neighbour, the same girl who had helped with the dishwasher, brought him dinner at night, spent time teaching him the usual ropes of living alone- who knew the very same girl had changed the plot of the book, basing it on her life, expressing how the shy, depressed protagonist, who thought dying her hair purple would make her feel better, realised that the only thing that would make her feel better would be a companion, a tall, handsome man, with a heart of gold- it was not that she needed a man, no, she just needed a friend, and she had finally found one, the inspiration to her writer's block, the Chandler to her Monica, the- HE DIES!? 

He gasped, appalled at the way she had ended the story, where at the end, on his deathbed the man tells his beloved how she never needed him, but he needed her to function, to live through each day- bloody hell.

He waited for them to leave when he finally approached her, somewhat upset-no, he was very upset, as she stopped cleaning up to look at him, raising a questioning brow, "What?"

"I can't believe you!"

"Funny, Jeong, I should be the one saying that."

"What!? You killed me!?"

"What?"

"I come here to declare my undying love- no I come here to tell you how much you mean to me and apologise for never asking you out but getting upset when someone actually asked you out and you KILL ME IN YOUR NOVE?"

"First of all, I accept your apology, secondly, the protagonist was DEFINITELY NOT YOU, I made him up WAY BEFORE I met you."

"Oh..." he stared at her then looked around the almost empty bookshop, maybe he should just leave-

"So...Will you ask me out properly now or...'l"

"Move in with me."

"Too fast."

"Was worth a shot." He smiled when she let out a small laugh shaking her head at his antics, "Take me to dinner, Yunho." She smiled watching him lean closer then pause, as if asking for her permission,  "Can I...?" His question was answered when she gripped him by the lapels of his coat, pulling him closer to crash her lips against his, smiling when he wrapped his arms around her, pulling back only to press his forehead against hers,

"We move into my apartment..."

"What? Mine's great-"

"Yunho, have you seen the window and the balcony on mine?"

"Your apartment it is boss."

3) @jaehunnyy

Choi San- Bestfriends to Lovers

Idiots, these two were complete idiots who were utterly in love with each other but were also too blind to realise that - why? Simple, because both feared that confessing to the other may ruin the long-held, deep bond.

A bond that had developed at the ripe age of childhood, middle school, to be more accurate. The day he had come to school, bored out of his mind, staring outside the window, wondering if he could jump on the closest tree to escape this prison. What he had not expected was an angel to come and sit beside him, well technically, the teacher had made her sit next to him, and he hadn't noticed her until she poked his shoulder lighter, causing him to jerk back and gasp, earning a few chuckles from the glass as the teacher just sighed in defeat.

"Wh-Hello."

"Do you need help with that?" She asked, pointing at the math equation in front of him. He looked at his notebook and remembered that's what they were supposed to me doing- damn that was a lot of daydreaming.

"Yeah, I guess...do you... know how to solve it?" He asked the new girl, too afraid to make eyecontact.

"Here, I'll show you." Turning to face him, she pulled his scribbled notebook closer.

"I'm San by the way."

That day onwards, a nice and quiet introvert at the back of the class finally began to crack open. From time to time, you'd hear him whispering to her, talking about some anime or a film. Often, he'd be telling her about his cat, Byeol, and how pretty she was. During break you wouldn't see San next to her for the first five minutes, no, he'd be sprinting across the campus,jumping down the stairs to go to the canteen to get her something to drink with her lunch, or a sweet snack, regardless of how many times she'd say 'it's fine.' During self study hours, she wouldn't be studying, no, she'd be busy tutoring her athletically gifted friend, he was...a little dumb, but that's okay, he was hardworking and she'd tell him she'd help him where he'd get stuck, explain and tutor where needed- especially in math.

As they grew older, he grew into his body, his self-esteem issues slowly subsiding, his feelings for her deepening, yet, never enough to tip the scale, at the bring of an edge but never enough to flow out he had to keep it all under control, because that's just how San was, patient and calm, he would never take a step if there was an ounce of the doubt when it came to how she felt about him. Though watching her spread her wings into the beauty she was, well, was somewhat problematic for him. Especially when she'd come to him, smiling like that, greeting him with the gentle voice of hers, asking him if he liked her haircut.

"What do you think?"

"It's...very nice."

"Just very nice?"

"You'd look pretty to me even if you were bald."

Conversations like these would have her heart hammering against her ribcage, and she'd pray to God that he couldn't hear it. She'd pray for it when he'd be walking home side by side, his shoulder bumping into hers, or his hand brushing against hers, when he'd take her bag from her, clicking his tongue at how heavy it would be,

"You trynna' build muscles like me?" He'd ask, though he was still very fragile, he'd only started going to the gym when he noticed how the 'basketball team captain', had decided to ask her to 'help tutor him too', though she had politely declined.

"Hmm? Of course not, Advanced Math books are just big like that..."

"Why do you do this to yourself, dove?" A nickname she had gained over the time, one used only by him.

"Because I wanna teach one day, I love teaching, I want to make sure people realise subjects aren't difficult or they aren't dumb, it's just that they're not taught properly."

Yup, he was smitten, on his knees, begging for her please ( he was also an idiot).

Ended up in college with her, though in a different major, like hell the now 'mountain of a man', no longer the kitten-like fragile boy, was going to major in math- business was a way better option.

This wasn't a bad situation, though they rarely had a few classes together, she'd still make time to see him, to text him as soon as class would end, but he'd already be standing at the exit, waiting for her with a coffee in hand and a dimpled smile, reserved just for her.

In no means was Choi San an extrovert, but somehow along the line he had met one, who later claimed that his MBTI had changed to an introvert too, though he doubted that notion- Jung Wooyoung.

Boistorous, noisy, obnoxious but a genuinely nice person at heart, Wooyoung was his companion in his major's classes, he was also the first person to know about San's little secret, since San trusted him enough to know, though Wooyoung assured him he had figured it out as soon as San introduced him to her as his "bestfriend".

"You're an idiot." Wooyoung snorted, taking off his shoes as he walked into the 4th years tiny apartment.

"What? Why?"

"You really think I didn't know?"

"How did you kno-'

"You can be bestfriends with a girl since childhood, unless a) one of you confessed to the other and got friendzoned but still chose friendship or b) neither of you confessed but are secretly crushing over the other."

"Wow, should've been a psychologist instead of a business major."

"What can I say, Sannie? I am a man of many talents."

Things progressed like this for a long time, Wooyoung watched from the sidelines how the two would basically act like a couple that was not a couple- almost everyone at campus thought they were a couple and Wooyoung was basically the third wheel. Not that he minded, and San appreciated him for that, he was glad Wooyoung's relationship with his dove was platonic- borderline sibling-like.

But Choi San was a fool, one that Choi San, at the fresh age of 25 wished that perhaps he'd be able to take the next steps, but something at the back of his mind held him back, were his personal desires as important as this friendship?

Which is why he stood there watching his best friend get ready for her date, her date with Wooyoung. After a conversation he did not like, but what could he say? He was too afraid to even confess, and well, Wooyoung wasn't a bad guy, and technically, he was his friend.

"I'm gonna ask her out, Sannie." The brunnet sighed, before taking a sip of his coffee, humming at the bitterness, perhaps this bitterness was sweeter than the bitter taste that had developed in San's mouth at the statement.

"W-why?" The bigger man with the fragile heart whispered.

"Because...I like her...I'm sorry but...I gave you time, so much of it and...I just wanted you to be the first one to know...if she says no, we'll all still be friends, but if she says yes...San, I won't hold back."

That had led to her first anniversary with Wooyoung, then the second and finally a day before their third anniversary San had texted the couple how he wouldn't be able to make it to their anniversary party because he had work that day and he wished them the best.

What he did not expect was someone knocking on his door at 2 am, opening the door to find a tear stained Wooyoung, only for him to punch the taller man in the face, watching him stumble backwards then wipe his eyes and sigh, "I swear- if you weren't such a great guy, I would've stabbed you."

"What the F*CK WOOYOUNG?"

That night was the first time he had seen Wooyoung cry, cry about how when she read the message she had become a mess, one that even Wooyoung couldn't fix, begging him for forgiveness how she made a mistake, how even though she was happy with Wooyoung, her heart belonged to someone else, someone who she thought she could move on from since he never confessed, since he never liked her back the way she did, and though the text was a confirmation of that, she couldn't bear lying to Wooyoung, to give him only half the love of what he deserved, knowing he deserved someone who would teach him the true meaning of love, because she was a teacher with only one student in mind, the idiot of a man- Choi San.

That night San couldn't sleep, not a wink, he processed the words over and over again, so did she like him? Should he confess to her? Now? Wouldn't that make it awkward? Or should he wait? Would that be a mistake?

Though his questions were answered in the morning when the doorbell rang at 7 am, making the sleepy man sigh as he stumbled to the door with blurry eyes, opening it still half asleep, only the slap he received woke sobered him up quickly,

"OW- WH- WHY ARE YOU JUST LIKE WOOYOUNG!?"

"SHUT UP! DONT TAKE HIS NAME! I HURT HIM BECAUSE OF YOU!" Never in the many years of knowing her, had she raised her voice like that.

"I-"

"NO! LISTEN TO ME!" She yelled before shoving him inside so she could continue yelling inside, "I like you- and you- you d*ck you could tell him you liked me but you couldn't tell me!? All those horrible dates you watched me go to, but you couldn't stop me?! You knew you liked me yet you let Woo ask me out!?"

"I- I didn't wanna ruin what we had..."

"San, I- what if I had married Woo? Huh? Then what? When you already had half my heart, I-"

She couldn't finish her sentence though, because the next thing she knew, he was smothering her with all that pent up love, his lips pressing against hers with a ferocity she had ever seen in her gentle Sannie, wanting to claim what he was too scared to touch before.

He only pulled back when she lightly pushed him back, gasping for air, looking up at him all flushed and pink, her swollen lips just enticing him even more,

"W-what was that?" She breathed out.

"Never say you're marrying anyone but me, I would've ruined the wedding even if it meant being thrown out."

"You're an idiot Sannie."

"No, I just had a teacher who could teach me math, but couldn't teach me how to love properly - guess she was learning too."

#ask #ghostie #mutuals #edenesth #yessavie #jaehunnyy #choi san #choi san x reader #yunho #yunho x you #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa #ateez #tropes #bestfriends to lovers #neighbours to lover #strangers to lovers #rivals to lovers #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfiction #fluff #wooyoung #mingi #hongjoong #jongho #yeosang

[fisheito]

finally listening to the h-scene audio after 1.5 years on mute

yakumo: gasps and whimpers in the whiniest brokenest way me:

#every time i'm on tumblr i imagine myself in a shared cubicle office space with my fellow bloggers #just typing away and creating our gay little posts #sometimes i'm sitting on an exercise ball instead of a regular chair #bc that's the kind of ~hip~ workplace we're in #occasionally i'll encounter something that forces me to take a break from my station #and my coworkers are all very understanding and supportive #this is one of those times #i excuse myself from my desk and my neighbour nods in sympathy #i'm mad. this is a new precedent. i was never into steppable men. what happened #he stifles his moans and i'm like *CLAW GRIP* #i mean i kept the sound on for events and regular storylines so the game wasn't completely on mute #but i always muted for H scenes bc i had no earphones. and this is a shared house. with very thin walls #plus it's not like i'm one of those mega voice-lovers who can pick out a specific VA from 8km away based on a single grunt #but then i got earphones!! so i was like aight let's see what i'm missing here #omniscient external narrator's voice: uh oh #yakumo

[hangmanapologist]

begging that you drop ideas/hcs of neighbors to lovers with bob 🧎🏻‍♀️🙏🏼

THIS IS SO PERSONAL TO ME. How it started (real)

You stood with your hands on your hips looking at the pile of boxes in the hallway of your new apartment complex. How one person could own this much but not remember buying any of it astounded you.

When you decided to pack to up and move across the country it sounded like a good idea until you actually had to do the heavy lifting alone. “Lift with your knees…” you muttered to yourself, maybe those manual handling classes you had to do in work were actually coming in handy.

“I don’t mean to intrude but can I give you a hand?” Your eyes scanned the man in front of you and you instantly felt embarrassed about your moving in attire. He was extremely handsome. Fitted khaki uniform and perfectly styled hair and eyes that could make you melt like a pile of snow in august heat, you even thought the glasses were cute.

“Oh you don’t have to Mr….Floyd “ your eyes scanned his badge. “I wouldn’t want to take up your evening.” “You’d be doing me a favour actually, I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight knowing I didn’t get to help a pretty lady.” God if he looked at you like that one more time he might have to take you to the ER for heart failure, you were in trouble. “Grab the box to the left.” “Yes ma’am” you were glad he was walking behind you, it was easier to hide the dopey grin on your face that way.

“We got that done quicker than I thought” Bob looked around the apartment, which looked less of a mess after he insisted on helping you unpack a little. “If you didn’t help half of my apartment would still be in the hallway Mr Floyd.” you handed him a beer which he accepted gratefully.

He looked a bit more disheveled than when you started. A few more buttons on his shirt were undone and curls were falling across his forehead. You tried not to stare at how his biceps flexed as he gripped the island. Get a hold of yourself.

“Call me Bob, please.” “Well Bob,” He liked the way you said his name “can I make you dinner tomorrow? As a thank you?”

He seemed hesitant and you immediately wanted the ground to swallow you up, you wondered if you’d fit in the garbage disposal.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude-“ “You wouldn’t be, I don’t really know anyone here… it would be a huge favour actually.” It was coming out like pathetic word vomit and you couldn’t stop it. He’d probably move out the next day out of sheer second hand embarrassment for you.

Bob thought the rambling was cute, he knew it was cruel to let you go on but it made it less obvious he was trying not to stare at your choice of very well fitted shorts and a tank top. He was obviously gonna say yes to you. He was just being polite.

“Should I bring red or white wine?”

#ONCE AGAIN THIS IS BAD BC I AM NOT A WRITER BUT I JUST LOVE THIS CONCEPT SM #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #✍️ #neighbours to lovers #love thy neighbour

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Work your magic

by corrodedbisexual (mishabawlins)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Porn With Plot, Slut Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Confident Eddie Munson, Experienced Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Confident Bisexual Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Roommates, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Flirting, Service Top Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Cock Tease, Cock Worship, Oral Sex, Hook-Up, Minor Eddie Munson/Original Character(s), Minor Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, POV Steve Harrington, Smut, Humor, Fluff and Smut, Sexual Humor, Smoking, Horny Steve Harrington, (i love that this tag exists), Strangers to Lovers, Meet-Horny, Crush at First Sight, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Praise Kink, Sex Toys, Gentle Sex, Boys Kissing, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Spit Kink, Cock Rings, Vibrators, Explicit Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is Whipped, POV Eddie Munson, Getting Together, Fluff, Banter, Teasing, Orgasm Control, Coming Untouched, Light Dom/sub, Kink Negotiation, Kink Discovery Words: 14,551 Chapters: 2/2

Summary

“Here we go again,” Robin states matter-of-factly, turning her head to glance at the wall they share with their neighbor’s apartment. A very much non-soundproof wall. It keeps happening, like clockwork, every Saturday night, sometime between 10pm and midnight. It’s a different voice every time. They only have two things in common: one, they are always guys, and two… they are loud. “Okay, there’s just no way this guy’s that good,” Steve comments with a wince. (Narrator voice) This guy is, in fact, that good.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #oneshot #10-25k #au modern #au no upside down #neighbours #strangers to lovers

[cyberexo]

Keep it Down! | Park Chanyeol x Fem Reader

“Your head is going to end up on a stick if you don’t shut up!”

tags: @scuzmunkie • @kkaebsongwrld

word count: 1.4K

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"What the hell is he doing here?!" you exclaimed in a whisper to your sister, "Girl, you know what he's here for-"

Dread, dread, & more dread. Could my life get any worse?

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Now would be the perfect time for the ground to open up and swallow you whole, ridding you of existence.

When you opened the door, you expected to see many faces that belonged to your loved ones, but this time there was a lot less, maybe they just couldn't make it? oh well, the lesser the dishes the better. What you did find appalling though was your parents’ “great" idea to drag someone along with them who you wouldn't consider someone you're affiliated with, let alone family. A man whom your parents had been trying to set you up with for a very long time, and you'd deny him every time- what made them think this time would be any different?

Seeing his face? it was infuriating, but you still powered through the greetings, a forced smile on your face- all you wanted to do was just leave them be in your apartment and go hang out with Chanyeol for the rest of the day.

But you couldn't.

Your family didn't care for sitting around and chit chatting when food was ready and on the table, which worked great in your favour, at least you think it did (?), this would only allow for more time to speak about things and people that you weren't interested in, god- what if they start speaking about it over dinner- the thoughts just kept getting louder & louder, you'd say you've built a tolerance to unwanted conversations with your family but since they don't happen so often, your tolerance has started to wither away.

Your parents sat at both ends of the table, while you sat in between two of your sisters, unwanted "guest" across from you next to your brother- your feeling of irritation started to become harder to hide, behind a tight smile you spoke whilst poking at your food, appetite out the window; "So.. Daniel, what brings you here?" you really just wanted to get down to the knit & grit of his presence, just to get it over and done with so they could leave sooner.

"Sightseeing," being the only answer he could come up with, eyes looking at anything & anyone but you.

Didn't know my home was such a sight for tourists.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you said nothing & continued to pick at your food, pretending to suddenly seem interested in whatever conversation your brother was having with your father.

"This food is really good-" your sister, Jade, announced with her mouth stuffed- she looked like a squirrel getting ready for winter, which made you laugh, "Thanks, I didn't make all of it-" cutting yourself off, your sister and whoever seemed to be listening into the conversation (everybody else) bored their eyes into you waiting for you to finish whatever you were going to say, which did nothing but put your mind into panic mode.

Do i mention Chanyeol? what if they start wondering why he isn't here? or worse; they'll go invite him over instead- your mind rushed through the hundreds of possibilities of how this conversation could go if you simply gave credit to the man next door. This entire inner dilemma covered by a tight smile on your face, it was beyond awkward. A pinch on your thigh that was delivered by your beloved sister was quick to snap you out of it.

"Sorry i don't know what's gotten into me- youtube mostly got me through all of this; excuse me."

Scraping your chair backwards you headed towards your bedrooms own bathroom, avoiding the shared since the last thing you wanted right now was to bump into anyone who just so happened to need the toilet the same time you did.

This is so awkward, and irritating, agitating and- i could just go on, and on and on!

You took a whole lot more time than you were planning to in the bathroom, trying to wring out the awkwardness in your mind and manners, all you had to do was get through one night, just one! & then you would be a free woman; so, you rinsed your face with some cold water, slightly ruining your make up in the process but that bought you more time away from where everyone else was, so they could finish up their meal and you wouldn't have to go back in between your siblings and across the unwanted.

Face all done and somewhat normal, you took a deep breath, and headed back out there.

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Chanyeol sat in his apartment all day doing absolutely nothing, other than playing a couple of his instruments whilst trying to keep it down for once, not wanting to disturb the guests next door, partially listening into the loud conversations that would happen out of nowhere- mostly he’d be straining his ears to catch the sound of your voice but so far; nothing.

It’d been a couple of hours since they’ve arrived so they must’ve been done eating already. Now the only thing he was waiting for was for them to leave. Although, he doubted they’d settle for a hotel close by since you had your own place where they could crash at till their departure- still, he hoped that they had somewhere else to be.

He left a couple of his stuff over at your place on purpose- to have a good enough reason to come knocking on your door again; now that your family was over you didn’t really need his help with possibly anything, or reason to come over while you had family over; not that you did when you didn’t.

It would just be nice to see you again under different circumstances that didn’t involve other people.

Chanyeol was an inch away from dozing off into dreamland when he heard the loud opening click of your door, hushed but echoing voices filling the building and his living room. Kicking his long legs off the couch, he quietly made his way to the door, looking through the peephole to catch a glimpse of you with your family, you didn’t have any pictures around your apartment when he was looking around so he was curious.

He watched them all put their shoes on, some in a hurry more than the others, they weren’t as much as he thought- he could see the resemblance between you all, except for one who didn’t seem like he had any of the genetics at all. Weird.

Most out of his sight now, his eyes lingered on your door that was still slightly ajar, able to make out your figure by the door- it looked like you were speaking to someone behind it, he couldn’t quite tell or make out much noise, you were really quiet, if you were even speaking to somebody at all.

He felt like a creep just watching you like this but he ignored the feeling, telling himself he was just waiting so he could get his stuff back- the door opened up a little more, finally revealing you and another woman, who he worked out to be your mother, she didn’t look all that happy, and you didn’t look any happier than her. Quite concerning since from what he knows, you hadn’t seen each other in some time, a smile would’ve been nice to send her off with. But what did he know?

He watched you roll your eyes when she turned her back to you, making him stifle a laugh- this is not the way he wants to introduce himself; if ever. You both watched your mother disappear down the stairs- well, you did- his sight was restricted.

Still not peeling himself away from the door, his eyes met back with your now slumped figure; you seemed exhausted, he did catch you looking at his door though, it did nothing but make him hold his breath- he felt caught. There was such great space between the both of you- hell you didn’t even know that the both of you were sort of looking at each other, but the tension was there.

He was waiting for you to give into whatever you were thinking and to walk up to his door, it looked like you were thinking about it.

But you didn’t, slowly pulling yourself back into your apartment and softly closing the door- turning off the lights outside of it.

Guess i’ll get my stuff another day.

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#chanyeol x reader #exo chanyeol #eventual smut #park chanyeol #chanyeol fanfic #yeol #keep it down #slow burn #sort of #neighbours to lovers

[lovinglapislazuli]

A concept: they end up in the same work shift, Skearhead attacks again and Kabaton just drags his colleague with him into hiding and this convo happens! I think they'd be at least glad they're not alone in this mess XD (somehow they still don't know they're neighbours)

I was inspired by this video, which I find adorable: https://youtube.com/shorts/8S5r4ECDjOg?si=ptpAXDi-zLNc8FPa

#hirogaru sky precure #hirogaru sky spoilers #precure #プリキュア #Battamonda #Kabaton #pretty cure #I think the first reaction from both would be like 'finally someone who gets my troubles'! Don't worry they have time to bicker later #Listen the moment they showed they were neighbours it felt like the setup for a romcom. enemies to lovers. slowburn 40k. #it keeps getting funnier the more I think about it #I'm so happy they decided to do that with the retired villains it's amazing #magical girl villain #my art

[r0mantic-f00l]

first chapter of my sucky neighbour! hope you enjoy!

18+ MDNI

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Chapter One

It felt like some sort of mystical being that controlled the universe hated you.

Like it wanted you to suffer, or wanted to make you its test for an experiment.

What you wanted to ask that being, whenever you heard your neighbour play heavy rock music with the volume cranked up at four in the morning, whenever you heard moans with a headboard banging against the wall every other day, whenever you argued and yelled at his stupid smug face, why me?

What have you done to warrant this misery and this torture?

You were a fairly nice person, often helping your other neighbours carrying groceries, feeding any stray cat or dog you pass by, comforting the girl who lived below you whenever she feels like she'll never find love.

So what in the hell did you do to get Sirius motherfucking Black as a neighbour?

-☆-

Warm embers of yellow and gold slipped through your windows as you ate your breakfast, a bowl of Greek yogurt with raspberries and blueberries being a welcome surprise.

Your cat Maisie, a Ragdoll with soft blue eyes and soft white fur, rested on your small dining room table, watching you with boredom in her eyes as you finished your breakfast.

"Your food is over there." You mumbled, pointing to her food bowl by the front door.

She meowed, as if responding something sparky, and hopped off the table.

Sounds of loud electric guitar, a screaming voice, and heavy drums disrupted the peaceful silence of your morning, something that started the schedule of you arguing with your neighbour.

You groaned in annoyance and stood up from your chair, the wood scraping against the floor joining the cacophony as you stormed out of your apartment and slammed your front door.

A mere three steps took you outside to where the person you despised most resided.

You pounded your fist against the door repeatedly, steam practically escaping from your ears as you waited for the culprit to open the door.

Your fist dropped by your side as the door finally opened to the sight of that smug grin, as if he knew the music would spite you, would make you annoyed. And wasn't that his mission in life?

"Good morning, princess."

"No, it is not a good morning, and I'm not your princess!" You spat, glaring up at Sirius with red fury in your eyes.

"Woah, princess, calm down, you're turning into a tomato." Sirius mused, snickering to himself when you brushed your fingers against your cheeks to feel how hot they were.

"You need to turn down your music."

"Why, who's it hurting?"

You scoffed, your hands balling up.

"You live in a family building, with the Potters below you, the Hughes above you, and the Jones right fucking there!" You shouted, pointing to the apartment behind you.

Sirius hummed, and leaned against the doorframe, grinning at you.

"Well, I figured you'd enjoy it, princess."

"Not at 10am in the morning!"

"Someone's not a morning person."

You sighed, trying to calm yourself down.

"Turn down the music."

"What's the magic word?" Sirius leaned forward slightly, lowering himself down to your height as he smirked at you.

"Turn down the music, twat."

"Hm, try again."

"Turn it down, you fucking son of a bitch!"

"Nope, that's not it."

You huffed, and glanced down at the floor, avoiding his arrogant stare so you could prevent yourself from punching him.

"Turn the music down, please."

Sirius' grin only grew whilst he stared at the way your head hung low in defeat.

"Wow, I didn't know you had manners."

He chuckled as you glared up at him and crossed your arms.

"Okay well, you need to fuck off 'cause I'm about to wake up my date from last night and I'm in a particular raunchy mood." Sirius winked as you scrunched up your face in disgust.

Nevertheless, you walked back over to your door.

"Nice hair." You mumbled, grinning to yourself as you glanced at Sirius' bedhead.

"Cute pyjamas." Sirius replied, smirking when you looked down at your pyjamas only to remember it was your old Daffy Duck, bright yellow pyjamas which had sauce stains and ripped stitchings.

Before you could argue back, Sirius closed his door shut, leaving you to trudge back into your apartment.

You muttered profanities to yourself as you stood against the door, calming yourself down before you would proceed with your usual routine.

Sirius did turn the music off, much to your delight, yet the same moans and whimpers and shouts of his name, along with the headboard banging against the wall replaced the music, much to your dismay.

It sounded louder than it did last night, which you thought would be impossible since whoever was in there with him must've destroyed their vocal cords.

You rubbed your face and sighed, coming to the realisation that you could never win against Sirius Black.

-☆-

When the sky was turning orange and pink in the gradual absence of the Sun, Mrs Potter, your landlady, knocked on your door.

Her bright smile and kind eyes was a welcome sight, and as you ushered her in, she began talking about anything and everything.

"My son, my dear James, is engaged. Did you know he's engaged?" She smiled, sitting down on your sofa as you gave her a cup of tea and sat next to her.

"Yeah, I did."

You were asleep one night when you woke up to a deep voice shouting from the rooftop 'I'm engaged!'

It was quite sweet really, if it wasn't at two am.

"Ah well, I don't know who's happier - my son's fiancée, or my son." She chuckled before taking a tip of her tea.

"So... I'm actually not here for a chat, my dear."

You tensed up, the worst things coming to your mind. Were you getting evicted? Was there a gas leaking in your apartment?

"Oh?"

"Yes, I'm here because of... because of a complaint." Mrs Potter pursed her lips, placing down her cup on the coffee table.

"Many complaints, actually. Now that I think about it, everyone in the building has complained about this."

"W-What is it?"

The woman sighed, and glanced up at you with a sorrowful look in her eyes.

"I have been getting many complaints about noise. Particularly the noise of you and Sirius Black arguing."

Your shoulders slumped whilst a sigh escaped your mouth.

"Now, dear, why are you and Sirius arguing so often? Like... everyday? Of every hour? Possibly sometimes every minute?"

"He's an asshole, that's why. Forgive my French."

Mrs Potter frowned and shook her head.

"Now actually, I find Sirius to be a sweetheart. Has been nothing but kind to me and my family. He is, in fact, like a brother to my son. So I find that hard to believe."

"Mrs Potter, he's unbearable as a neighbour! Always so inconsiderate, so selfish and complete unaware of anyone else but himself!"

The woman leaned forward and placed her hand on your knee.

"Is it because you have feelings for him?" She whispered, as if speaking in a hushed voice made the words less ridiculous.

You huffed and stood up from your seat, using the excuse of filling up your cat's food bowl to turn away from the wild notion that you could ever posses feelings for your sucky neighbour.

"No, of course not!"

"Well dear, I'm just asking because sometimes love has a funny way showing itself."

You walked back to where Mrs Potter sat in your living room with a cup full of cat food in your hand.

"I'm not in love with him!"

"No, no, of course not." The woman paused, pursing her lips as she shifted around on the couch.

"...But you have feelings for him?"

You scoffed, walking away to place the rest of the food in the cat bowl.

"It could be any sort of feelings, dear! Platonic, romantic, sexual--"

"Mrs Potter, I do not have any feelings for Sirius Black other than the feeling of pure hatred."

You walked back into the living room, watching as Mrs Potter nodded her head and smiled, waving herself away.

"Of course, of course, just hatred."

She took another sip of her tea and placed it back down on the table.

"Well, I will talk to him too about the noise complaints, and hopefully we can sort this issue out." Mrs Potter stood up and walked towards the front door, you following after her.

"Thank you, Mrs Potter."

"Oh please dear, how many times have I told you to call me Eugunia?"

You smiled and shook your head, opening the front door for her.

"Thank you for the tea, dear." Mrs Potter walked out of the door and turned around to face you.

"You know, it is such a shame you don't like him, because he really is such a nice boy, and you are a really nice girl. Match made in heaven." She smiled.

"Yeah, or hell." You mumbled under your breath before saying goodbye to Mrs Potter as she walked away.

"You're really not a nice girl." A familiar voice spoke out, making you jump and step out of your apartment.

There Sirius Black stood against the wall by his door, smoking with a smirk on his face.

"What are you doing, you know you're not supposed to smoke out here!"

He shrugged, and placed the cigarette into his mouth, taking a puff before blowing it out.

"I don't see that rule written on a plaque anywhere."

You simply pointed to a black and gold plaque above the staircase that read Please do not smoke in shared spaces.

"Oh. I stand corrected." He said, whilst making no movement to put out his cigarette.

You rolled your eyes and turned to walk back into your apartment before the sound of his voice stopped you.

"Why are you such a stuck-up bitch?"

"Why are you such a selfish bastard?"

Sirius grinned.

"Because it's fun."

He stepped off the wall and walked towards, taking slow, predatory steps towards you as if you were his prey and he didn't want to scare you off.

"You know what I think?"

You scoffed. "I could care less what you think."

"I think," He continued, pausing to take another puff of his cigarette and blow smoke in your face.

"You just need to get fucked."

Your eyes widened as you didn't know whether to slap him or run away.

The truth was that you haven't slept with anyone in a couple of months. Whilst you had been on dates, they were dates that never ended well.

"Excuse me?"

Sirius only grinned and took another step towards you, invading your personal space as he gazed down at you.

"You heard me. You need a good fucking."

"You must be the most self-entitled, arrogant--"

"Come on princess, we share a wall." He interrupted you, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"And I haven't heard the sound of your moans for months."

Sirius straightened back up, smirking as he watched you glare at him with cheeks the colour of a rose.

"You pig."

"At least I'm getting it." He stepped away, dropping his cigarette down on the ground and rubbing it out with his foot.

"You want my advice, princess?"

You shook your head, too embarrassed to speak. Yet again, Sirius ignored your wishes.

"Go and find a guy to have meaningless sex with. Maybe then you'll actually become human again."

With that, Sirius went back into his apartment, leaving you standing there as a flustered, angry mess.

You'd get him back.

You would make him feel just as embarrassed and flustered as you.

And you'd enjoy it.

-☆-

#marauders #marauders era #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black fluff #enemies to lovers #neighbours #sirius black angst

[sentientsky]

it’s saturday night!! u know what that means!! (sitting in front of the computer wrapped in a fairy princess-themed blanket, rewatching the final fifteen and totally 100% not crying not even a little tiny bit)

#Oh 💗Crowley💗 nothing lasts forever ✨✨✨ #the neighbours look out their window and see me punting my computer into the upper reaches of the atmosphere #I’m so normal about this show #(<- i say thru gritted teeth leaving claw marks on the edge of the table) #good omens #she should be at the club #nope. she should be crying over two stupid fucking idiots #ineffable husbands #crowley #good omens 2 #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #good omens season 2 #go2 #shitpost