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urdearestmom · 6 years

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long distance (mileven week)

February 1990, Hawkins, IN

Jane “El” Hopper is the last one out of the library tonight. At first, Marissa had been reluctant to give her the job given she was Hopper’s kid and Marissa didn’t exactly have the highest opinion of the town’s chief, but she took a chance and El is quickly proving herself worthy. She loves being in the library, surrounded by words. She didn’t have them for so long that being somewhere full of words is still a wondrous thing. It probably always will be.

Anyhow, she’s got to lock up before she heads home for dinner, and even though it’s only just after six o’clock, it’s already dark out. It’s as cold as a Midwestern winter usually is, which is to say very cold. El wonders if it’s as cold where Mike is.

She almost drops her keys in the snow as she goes to open the Blazer she’d inherited from Hopper after the station bought a new one (Hopper had helped her repaint it a nice blue so she didn’t have to drive around in a truck with “HAWKINS POLICE” emblazoned across the sides), but she fumbles and catches them. The radio’s playing that one Phil Collins song as she pulls away from the library in the direction of her house.

Hopper’s not coming home until late, El knows he isn’t, but it doesn’t help to make her feel less lonely when she pulls up outside the dark house. It really sucks not having any of her friends in town. They’ve all spread out across the country: Max went back to San Diego, Will and Dustin to New York, Lucas to Seattle, and Mike to Connecticut. God, did it really have to be so far? Sometimes the only thing that keeps her from plunging into “the depths of despair”, as Dustin used to call it, is the fact that she’s going to see him soon.

Max and Lucas are the farthest away, but El has a totally different relationship with them than she does with Mike. Her need to see them and be with them is so much less pressing. That’s why, with Hopper’s help planning, El’s been saving money to take a trip to Connecticut. The thing is, Mike doesn’t know about it. And although it’s very hard to keep a secret from him, El promised herself she wouldn’t give it away.

She’s about to start washing dishes when the phone rings, and she knows exactly who it is. Mike always calls around this time. They usually only speak over the phone once a week because long distance calls are expensive, and even though El could just talk to her boyfriend over the psychic link she can create, she doesn’t like doing that. It’s draining.

They mostly send each other letters but Mike insists he’ll go insane if he can’t listen to her voice, so he calls once every Wednesday.

“Hello?”

El keeps the cordless phone Hopper bought recently hovering by her ear as she starts to wash her plate.

“Hey, El.”

“Hi, Mike.”

“What are you doing?”

El sighs. “Washing dishes. I’m home alone tonight.”

“That sucks. Hopper’s late again?”

“It’s winter. Lots of accidents.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Mike agrees. “I miss you,” he adds somberly.

El scrubs harshly at a stain on the plate. “Me too. I’m lonely all the time.”

“Valentine’s is next week. I wish I could be there with you, it’ll be our first one we haven’t spent together.”

Mike sounds upset, and it’s this kind of thing that makes El just want to spill her secret surprise plans. She’s going to get there on Valentine’s Day, which is the Wednesday, but she’s got to leave on the Friday because Yale only allows guests for three days.

Which is better than nothing, El supposes, but she wishes it didn’t have to be like this at all.

She hears another voice in the background ask an unintelligible question, to which Mike responds, “My girlfriend, dumbass. I call her every week, you should know this by now.”

The voice laughs and says something else. Mike sighs. “I am so done with you. Can you believe my roommate still doesn’t think you’re real, El?”

El snorts. “You’re on the phone with me, how am I not real?”

“I mean he doesn’t believe the person I’m talking to is my girlfriend. He doesn’t think I could get one. Lack of faith, if you ask me!” He says the last part louder, clearly directed at the other person in the room with him.

El wants to laugh. He’ll be proven wrong next week. “Mike, I think we gotta go. Long distance, remember?”

“Right, right,” he says. “I just posted my letter this afternoon, so hopefully you’ll get it soon. I love you.”

“Love you too. Have a good night.”

There’s a click and Mike is gone. El sighs again and focuses on her dishes. Long distance sucks.

Wednesday morning dawns bright and early. It’s Valentine’s Day and there’ve been paper hearts and lovey-dovey shit stuck everywhere in the buildings on campus for the last few days. They make Mike feel like a middle schooler with no one to be his Valentine again. The only person he’d want to be his Valentine anyway is about 850 miles away, so he’s kind of screwed on that front. He just really misses her. He saw El at Christmas, but it’s been way too long already. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to survive the rest of college with her so far away.

His roommate, Eric, wakes him with a pillow to the face, poking fun at him for not having anyone to go to the off-campus party with later. Mike wasn’t going to go anyway, considering it’s Wednesday, but whatever.

“Where’s your girlfriend now, huh Wheeler?” He teases.

Mike almost wants to punch him in the face. Today’s already going to be shitty, he doesn’t need this. “I told you she’s at home. Can you stop?”

Eric grins. “What was her name again? Eleven?”

Mike groans. “Yes, but she doesn’t like it. We don’t call her that.”

“You totally made that up! Who the fuck names their kid Eleven?” Eric has sat down on his bed again, kicking his feet up into the air.

“It’s a long story that I’m never going to tell you.”

“Yeah, because it doesn’t exist!”

Mike turns over and buries his face in his pillow. “Eric, I swear to god. Just because I only have, like, one picture of her doesn’t mean she’s fake.”

Eric snorts. “The girl’s obviously real, I just don’t think she’s your girlfriend. Girls like that don’t date guys like you, man.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. Can you leave me alone now?”

“You probably write those letters to yourself, don’t you?”

“Why would I go to all the effort of doing that just to convince you that I have a girlfriend? I don’t care that much about your opinion, you know,” Mike retorts, turning his head to allow himself to breathe and glare at his roommate.

Eric was an okay guy at the beginning of first semester, but Mike had quickly gotten tired of being teased about his apparent singleness. Eric absolutely refused to believe that his nerdy roommate (who also wasn’t exactly conventionally attractive) could possibly be dating someone. Even after being shown the picture of her that Mike always kept in his wallet, and being witness to phone calls between them on more than one occasion, and seeing Mike writing letters, Eric could not and would not be convinced that El was really Mike’s girlfriend.

Mike thinks it might be because the fact that they’ve been dating since they were thirteen is kind of surreal, even to him sometimes. Especially to someone like Eric, who goes through girls like nobody’s business. Mike has seen him “date” five girls since they started school in September.

Eric narrows his eyes. “I wouldn’t be surprised. I’ve seen people do the weirdest shit just because they’re embarrassed about something. You know, I haven’t wanted to say this, but I suspected it from the beginning. You just don’t want to admit you came to college a virgin, right? ‘Cause I’d be embarrassed if I were you.”

And he’s crossed the line. “Eric,” Mike says, finally sitting up, looking crazed with his hair sticking up every which way, “I literally could not give less of a fuck what you think about my virginity. It’s not any of your business, nor is it anyone else’s.”

Eric’s still looking at Mike as he gets out of bed. He shoves on the first shirt he sees and aggressively pulls on a pair of socks, not changing out of his pyjama pants. He only has one class today anyway, and he’ll have time to come back and change before he goes to work.

“Listen, man, I’m sorry if that offended you, I just think you might be going a little too far with this whole charade,” says Eric quickly. And wow, Mike just loves when Eric pretends to be concerned about him. He can’t fucking wait for next year so he can get a new roommate who is hopefully better than this one.

He can feel the anger rising and has to take several deep breaths in order to not blow up. Come on, Mike, you’re better than this… Mike grabs his key and shoves it in his backpack along with his wallet and the binder he needs for his class before rounding on the meathead behind him. “At least I’m not going around messing with girls the way you do. That’s what’s going too far. You treat them like shit and then you just dump them like they’re nothing. They’re people, asshole, and so am I. Watch what you say.”

He wrenches the door open and, noting that there’s no one currently in the hall, turns back to his dumbass roommate. “And for the record, not that it matters, but I’m not a virgin. Thanks for the concern, though.”

Mike makes sure to close the door as threateningly as he can without slamming it too hard. That ought to get the message through.

El decides that if she ever does this again, she’s flying. Driving from Hawkins to New Haven has been so tiring it’s ridiculous. The trip itself takes about thirteen hours, but she stopped every three for breaks, so she’s actually been on the road for closer to about fifteen hours and she’s hated every minute of it since hour four. She left at five in the morning, six in the time zone Connecticut is in, and it’s nearing nine at night. The sole thing that has kept her going all day is that at the end of it all, she’s going to get to surprise Mike.

El knows he works at a bookstore on campus, so she’s going straight there, hoping to arrive before he locks up and leaves. The store closes at nine, after all. But there’s traffic.

After much deliberation and the passage of the nine o’clock hour, El changes course and heads to the residence buildings instead. She doesn’t know which one Mike lives in, or what floor, or which room, but she has something almost like an inner compass that always leads her to him. He’s the magnetic north to her Earth. God, we’re such nerds.

It’s like an actual game of hot and cold, but instead of hot and cold it’s more of a pull. The pull is stronger when she’s close to Mike and weaker the further away she is, but it’s always there if she chooses to pay attention to it. They discovered it playing hide and seek when they were fourteen and have occasionally made use of it since, like now. El follows the pull to an old-looking building and sits inside the Blazer contemplating it before killing the engine.

Inside is much warmer, the yellow lighting casting a cozy glow over the stairwell. There’s a door on the other side leading to the ground floor, but El’s instincts are telling her upstairs is the right way to go. She stops in the third-floor hallway for a second before going left. A door opens and shuts behind her and she hears footsteps make their way to the main door and disappear down the stairs.

Two doors down from the end of the hall, El comes across a door with the names Eric & Mike written on the chalkboard hanging on it and she knows it’s the right one. She can hear muffled voices from inside, but she’s too excited to wait for them to stop talking. The door swings open almost immediately after she knocks, revealing a young man who is decidedly not El’s boyfriend. This must be Eric.

He gives her a sleazy grin. “Hello, pretty lady,” he says, raising an eyebrow in what El’s sure he thinks is an attractive way. In all honesty, it probably would be if El wasn’t strictly Mike-sexual. “What brings you here?”

El doesn’t have time to respond before she hears the most beautiful voice in the world speak instead. “Can you take her to the party with you? Don’t stay here.”

Even when his words are sharp, Mike’s voice is calming. It washes over her like a warm bath, steadying her nerves. She still has a hard time speaking to people she’s not familiar with. El just wishes Mike had already seen her standing there, but he’s rooting around in the closet space by his bed.

She clears her throat lightly and smiles. “I’m actually looking for my boyfriend,” she says, and she sees Mike pause.

Eric shoots a look at his roommate. “You won’t find him here,” he answers, followed by a derisive snort.

El smiles again. “I think I might. Mike?”

At this, Mike removes his head from his closet and turns around, and the look on his face is priceless. He looks so shocked that El almost wants to laugh at him, but she’s also so happy to see him herself that all she can do is allow her face to mold itself into an ear-splitting grin.

“El?” And it’s almost like that night all over again, except without the overwhelming stress of the situation they’d all been in the time. But all the same, El can feel tears build in her eyes and spill down her cheeks as the stupidly huge amount of love she feels for this boy threatens to have her implode on the spot.

She laughs wetly and holds her arms out. “Surprise?”

“Oh my god,” he says, tripping over himself to get to her. When he does, he envelops her in a hug so tight she almost can’t breathe. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

El wraps her arms around Mike just below his shoulders and buries her face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of the detergent his mom uses (that he’s taken the habit of using as well to college with him). It’s the most wonderful feeling in the world to have him close and be able to hug him like this. Hearing his voice over 850 miles of cables and hearing it in person are two very different things.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Mike asks breathlessly, pulling out of the hug but keeping his hands on her waist. They’re in their own world now, Eric forgotten in the corner.

“I wanted to surprise you for Valentine’s Day,” El replies, and she smiles.

Mike moves his hands to cup her face before he kisses her, and she’s melting. She hasn’t kissed him in two months and it’s like a thirsty man finding water in the desert. She needs this. She needs to be able to touch him and feel that he’s there, to know that he will be there when she needs him, just like she wants to be there when he needs her. That’s what their relationship has been since day one; being there for each other is the basis of how they care for one another.

El pulls away when she’s out of breath, her lips aching to be back against Mike’s, but she remembers that someone else is in the room. Eric is standing awkwardly behind Mike with wide eyes.

El smirks. “Do you believe him yet?”

Eric’s mouth works but words don’t come out. Must be quite a shock, then.

Mike wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her into the room, falling back onto his bed with a thump. “You can leave now, Eric. Have fun at the party,” he says, and then he does a sarcastic little wave and Eric quickly walks out the door, shutting it behind him.

A sigh escapes Mike. “Fuck him, ugh,” he remarks. “This morning he accused me of making you up because I didn’t want to admit that I’m a virgin. Which I haven’t even been in like, over a year, but okay, I guess.”

El wrinkles her nose and cuddles up to Mike’s side. “Why does it matter?”

“It doesn’t, Eric’s just a fuckwad who doesn’t understand when things don’t go the way he thinks they should.”

Mike leaves a feather-light kiss on the tip of El’s nose and smiles lovingly when he looks at her again. “I still can’t believe you’re actually here. How long are you staying?”

A yawn forces its way out of her. “Friday, ‘cause you said if I ever visited it could only be three days. My stuff is in the Blazer, I was trying to get to the bookstore before you finished work but there was traffic so I just came here instead.”

“Well,” says Mike, a yawn escaping him as well, “I need to go take a shower, but you can just stay here, you’re probably dead tired.”

El nods. “Driving all day.”

He kisses her again, more intimate than by the door because Eric had still been in the room, but still just so simple and beautifully amazing that El can’t help but sigh and chase after his face with her own when he moves away. She doesn’t catch him, though, because he gets up.

“Where’re your keys?” Mike asks. “I’ll go out to the truck and get your stuff when I’m done showering.”

“Here,” she answers, pulling them out of her back pocket and throwing them for him to catch as she sits up and removes her coat.

“Okay,” says Mike, sweeping his stuff and her keys into a towel and wrapping it all up, “I’ll be back soon. You can go to sleep.”

He’s about to go into the hall when El calls him back.

“What?”

“...can I just have one more kiss?”

Mike rolls his eyes but walks back over to her and grants her wish. The press of his warm and familiar lips against her own is gratifying after so long without it. “I love you so much,” he says. “But I need to shower and you need to sleep.”

El pouts. “Okay.”

Mike frowns. “Don’t give me that face, it’s making me want to kiss you more.”

She grins. “I’m not complaining.”

He rolls his eyes again. “Of course not. Go to sleep. ”

“Fine, dad.”

El lies down and tucks herself under the covers of his bed, watching as he waits to make sure she’s alright before flipping the light switch and heading out.

“I love you,” she whispers through the dark.

“I love you too,” Mike whispers back.

“Love you more.”

“Oh my god, El, not this again!”

“But it’s true!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

“We love each other equally!”

“Do we, though?”

“You know what? This isn’t happening. Good night.”

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neonlights92 · 6 years

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Love & Hate

Request: Can you write one about yoongi, or jungkook like you hate each other in the beginning but then he falls in love with you & you him? Or something like that! I love your work 😭😭❤️

AN: Here it is! I chose Jungkook because Yoongi currently has a whole fic dedicated to him lol! Enjoy this fluffy mess!!! :)

You hated him.

With everything in your body, you absolutely detested him.

Jeon Jungkook and his stupid head of perfect jet black hair, and his stupid smile and the way every girl at your school seems to just melt in his presence.

And maybe once upon a time you might have melted in his presence too, but not anymore.

“It really wasn’t that bad,” Your friend Seulgi shook her head, “Honestly, Y/N. Everyone just thought it was funny.”

“So it’s funny that he called me a virgin in front of everyone?” “He didn’t call you a-”

“Seulgi,” Your eyes narrowed at your friend dangerously, “Don’t defend him.”

“I’m just saying,” She shrugged, “He was joking around. Jungkook says that stuff about other people all the time, Y/N.” “It wasn’t funny for me,” You answered, hurt that your friend couldn’t see how badly Jungkook’s words upset you, “I didn’t take it as a joke.” “Well he’s not wrong, is he?” It was then that you got really upset.

“Seulgi!”

“You’re a virgin,” She threw her hands in frustration, “Why is that so embarrassing?”

“It’s not.” You shook your head, “I just don’t know why everybody else has to know about it?”

“Everybody does not-”

“Alright. Everybody in our biology class then,” You muttered, slamming your locker shut and glaring at your supposed friend, “I don’t even know why he picked on me.”

“Because you were the one that was reading about the different phases of orgasm,” Seulgi rolled her eyes, “Come on Y/N. Nobody else took it as seriously.” “They laughed at me.” “Because it was funny.” It was like going in circles with her. Seulgi wasn’t a bad friend, but she certainly wasn’t as empathetic as she could have been. After all, Jungkook calling you out in front of your peers for finally understanding what an orgasm is was cruel. And whether he’d meant it to sting as badly as it did or not, you were still hurt.

“Forget it.” You tried to brush it off, “I’ve got to get to my next class.”

Seulgi pulled a face, “Are you mad at me?” You shook your head, “I’m mad at Jungkook.”

And you were going to stay mad at him. For a very, very long time.

After that dreaded incident in biology class you tried to ignore Jungkook the best you could.

And for the most part it worked.

Until one day when you were walking home after band practice and somehow Jungkook found you just outside the school parking lot.

“Y/N.”

You turned and found yourself facing the boy you had spent so many weeks secretly detesting. He was smiling at you as if you were the best of friends.

“What do you want?” You asked him acidically.

“Wow. What crawled up your ass today?”

“Leave me alone Jungkook,” You grumbled, pulling your hoodie further down so that you don’t have to see him.

“Woah, woah, woah.” He grabbed you by the elbow and you flinched away from his touch, “Seriously. What’s up?”

You spun around to face him, an angry glare already set on your face.

“Jungkook. Why are you talking to me?” He raised a brow, “Because we’re friends?”

You rolled your eyes, “We are not friends. We’re just two people in the same grade that go to the same school.”

Jungkook seemed taken aback by your anger. You wondered if perhaps you were being a little too harsh. But then you were reminded of the way he’d embarrassed you in front of everyone, and you reckoned he deserved it.

“Well I consider you my friend,” He shrugged nonchalantly, and you almost hated him more for the way he just seemed to brush your anger off.

“What are you still doing at school anyway?” You had started walking again, and Jungkook fell into step beside you.

“Football practice.”

For the first time you noticed that his hair was still slightly damp.

“Ah yes. The sport of meat heads,” You tried to insult him but the truth was it came out a little lamely.

Jungkook laughed, “You’re not wrong. Most of the guys on the team are total dumbasses.”

“Yourself included.”

He hissed, “Wow. That one hurt.” You shot him a look and noticed that somehow he was still smiling. Did he somehow miss the edge to your voice? Or the way you were trying so very hard to avoid him? Why was he impenetrable to your hatred?

“I don’t really like football all that much,” He added, “I just play because I think it’ll look good on my college applications. Have you ever been to a game, Y/N?” You rolled your eyes, “In what world would I go to a football game?” Jungkook’s smile widened, “In a world where I invite you to one.”

You turned to shoot him another glare. He just laughed at the expression on your face.

“I’m not coming to a football game.” He shrugged, “You’re the one missing out on watching me flex my big muscles.”

“I think I’ll survive.”

Jungkook paused and despite yourself, you stopped as well.

“My house is down this street,” He told you, and you cursed your heart from fluttering at the smile on his face.

How could he be so annoying, and so damn attractive all at the same time?

“Bye Jungkook.” You turned quickly, trying to ignore your body’s reaction to him. You heard him chuckle from somewhere behind you.

“See you around Y/N.”

When you rounded the corner you froze for a moment, trying to collect yourself.

You still hated him. No matter how cute he was.

Trust Jeon Jungkook to find a way to date one of your friends.

It had been six months since you first realised the depth of your hatred for him, and now you were both in junior year. Seulgi, it seemed, had defended him so fiercely because she wanted to be his girlfriend. And even though perhaps part of you was still a little bitter, you found yourself trying to move past it because what else could you do?

But sitting on the same table at lunch every day was slowly starting to take its toll on you.

“Y/N,” Jungkook smiled as you sat down in the last available seat. Which was, unfortunately, the one facing him, “How’s life in the library?” You rolled your eyes, “Jungkook, just because I do well at school does not mean I spend all my free time in the library.” He laughed at the iciness behind your tone and really that was what annoyed you so much.

“I would have to disagree,” He shrugged, placing a casual arm over Seulgi’s shoulders, “The librarian told me she’s seen you asleep in there before.” To anyone else, Jungkook’s teasing would be taken with a smile and a pinch of salt.

There was no malice to his jokes, and you knew that deep (deep, deep, deep) down inside Jungkook was actually a pretty decent guy. But you’d developed a sort of obsession with hating him since he embarrassed you all those months ago, and every time he poked fun at you, it only made things worse.

“Well at least I know what a book is,” You retorted sharply, “Which is a hell of a lot more than I can say for you.”

Jungkook laughed and Seulgi rolled her eyes.

“You do realise that Jungkookie has a 4.0 GPA, right? He gets the highest grades in our year.” “Second highest,” He corrected, “Y/N actually has the highest grades in our year.”

This surprised you.

“Really?” You sputtered, unable to comprehend how Jungkook could be funny, popular, sporty and smart all at the same time.

“Really, really,” He winked at you, “And don’t worry I’m not planning on knocking you off your throne anytime soon. Second place is just fine for me.”

Your friends moved on to a different topic of conversation, but you couldn’t stop yourself from mulling over what Jungkook had said.

Was he really fine with being second place?

You watched him carefully, from behind the sandwich you were eating, and against your better judgement you had to admit that Jungkook really did seem like the kind of person that didn’t care too much about grades or whether he was first or second place.

He just seemed happy.

And you didn’t know why, but for some reason that seemed to make you hate him even more.

“I don’t understand why you’re being such a baby about it.”

“Yeah. C’mon Y/N. It’s just a game.” You weren’t sure exactly how you’d gotten yourself into this situation. You hadn’t wanted to come to this stupid, stupid party. But Seulgi had forced you to come.

Her on again, off again relationship with Jungkook was currently off, and she said that he was going to be there and she needed to make an impression. She wasn’t about to play the role of broken hearted girlfriend, she’d told you adamantly.

And for some bizarre reason, that also meant you had to go with her.

“Just spin the bottle, Y/N,” Seulgi nudged you almost painfully, “Why do you have to always be so weird about stuff like this?”

“I’m not being weird.” You answered sharply, “I just think seven minutes in heaven is juvenile.”

“Is that because you’ve never kissed anyone?” This comment came from one of Seulgi’s airhead friends- Irene you think her name was- and she smirked at you with a quirked dark brow.

You wanted to tell her to shut up.

She was trying to goad you into an argument, and you knew that.

You shrugged, “I don’t think that’s any of your business.” “That’s a yes if I ever heard one,” Irene leaned back with a satisfied smile on her face, “Just skip her Seulgi. We don’t need a killjoy.”

Seulgi gave you one of her looks.

You weren’t even sure why you were still her friend. Things had changed the moment the two of you started high school. Seulgi wasn’t a bad person per say. But the two of you were completely different, and it had never been so painfully obvious thanit was right now.

“Oh fine,” You grunted, leaning forward and placing a hand on the bottle, “I’ll play your stupid game.”

“What’s this?”

You turned your gaze and saw Jungkook approaching the small circle you had been forced to sit in.

“We’re playing seven minutes in heaven,” Seulgi answered, throwing her long black hair over one shoulder, “Do you want to join?” Jungkook smirked, “If Y/N’s playing then I’ll definitely join.” You glared at him because how it been almost a year and you still hated him so much? He squeezed in between Irene and another guy- Taehyung you think his name was- and shot you a smile.

“Go on, Y/N.”

You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut, praying to the universe and God and anything other higher power that you wouldn’t get caught in that stupid closet with Jungkook.

“Well, well, well,” Your eyes snapped open and you groaned, “Looks like you’re stuck with me, Y/N.”

Of course.

Of course you’d spin the bottle and it would land on Jeon fucking Jungkook. He stood and so did you, trying to ignore the searing glare Seulgi was giving you.

It was her own damn fault. She’d forced you to play this stupid game, and these were the consequences.

Irene rolled her eyes, “Sorry you got stuck with her, Jungkook.”

He laughed, “I’m pretty happy with the outcome actually.” You stood quickly, trying to force down the blush that had unconsciously made it's way to your cheeks. What was he saying?

“Don’t be so nice, Jungkook,” Irene continued, “Seven minutes in hell, more like.”

You wanted to cry. Why was she being so mean?

“Hey Irene,” Jungkook quirked a dark brow, “Are you jealous? Stop being such a bitch.”

Your eyes widened. Was he defending you?

Irene rolled her eyes, “Whatever. Just get in the closet.”

Jungkook grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside of the closet with him. When the door clicked closed, your heart felt like it had swam all the way up your body to your throat.

The truth was you hadn’t kissed anybody, and the fact that you were suddenly in a very tight space with a- begrudgingly very attractive- member of the opposite sex was causing something strange and vulnerable to bubble up in the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N.” You had been forcing yourself to look away from Jungkook, but the sudden sound of his voice caused you to look up at him.

He was a good head taller than you, and you hated to admit it but the smile on his face was really quite appealing.

“I’m not going to kiss you.”

You breathed out a sigh- of relief or regret you weren’t sure.

“But if you want people to think I have,” There was a twinkle in his eye that was doing dangerous things to your heart, “Then I’ll keep your secret.” Your heart was thundering against your chest. You breathed in slowly, carefully, trying to collect your thoughts. What was happening to you?

Jungkook’s chest was so broad, and his eyes were so kind and you wondered why you’d hated him for as long as you had? Did he really deserve it?

You shook the treacherous thoughts out of your head.

“I don’t want Irene to make fun of me,” You replied decidedly.

Jungkook smiled and you noticed there was not a hint of malice or teasing behind his dark brown eyes. Instead he was just- he was just what? Being nice?

He was being nice to you.

Jungkook took another step towards you, and your nose bumped against his clumsily. You didn’t pull away, instead you watched as he took a hand to your hair and ruffled it gently.

He pulled your jacket down your shoulder a little and nodded.

“Now you look like you’ve been thoroughly kissed.”

You hated yourself for it, but part of you wanted him to kiss you. You closed your eyes.

Would you ask him to do it? You opened your mouth- to say what exactly you were still not sure- when the door ripped open. Seulgi was glaring at you before you even had a chance to say anything to her.

“Did you two have fun?” You wanted to tell her nothing happened. But then you remembered the way Jungkook had ruffled your hair, and pulled your jacket down your shoulder. You certainly looked like something had happened. And you felt incredibly guilty but you knew in some deep dark part of your mind, you had wanted something to happen.

“It’s the game Seulgi,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Don’t be jealous. It doesn’t suit you.”

He brushed past her and threw you a surreptitious wink over his shoulder.

“Nothing happened,” You whispered to her when it was just the two of you, “But please don’t tell anyone else.” Seulgi seemed relieved at your words.

“I should have known,” She sighed heavily, “That’s alright Y/N. I won’t tell anyone else. You’re not really his type anyway, are you?”

You knew she wasn’t trying to be cruel. After all, Seulgi had always known about your less than positive feelings towards her on again off again boyfriend.

“Don’t be silly,” You guffawed, “Me and Jungkook? Gross.”

And yet, you wanted to correct her.

Because as silly as it was, for those brief seven minutes in that closet, you wanted to be his type.

You were dead.

So very, very dead.

In all the hustle and bustle of the approaching summer vacation, you’d forgotten all about the big pop quiz that was tomorrow.

If you failed this or even scored less than ninety, you’d be kicked out of your top spot.

And that just couldn’t be. You needed those grades if you were going to get into Yale.

So that’s how you’d found yourself tucked away in the very back of the twenty-four hour library that was a ten minute bike ride from your house.

Your nose was buried in books, and you were furiously scribbling away notes, when someone cleared their throat from above you.

You looked up, startled, and almost threw up when you saw who was smiling down at you.

Jungkook.

“Y/N,” He smiled lazily, “What a surprise to see you here.”

You noticed the stack of books in his hand, “I uh- I’m studying.” You answered lamely, the edge to your voice that was usually there whenever you spoke to Jungkook, was gone.

“I can see that.” You had to admit, he always looked good. And right now was no exception.

“The big pop quiz huh?” He asked, taking a seat opposite you without even asking.

For some reason you didn’t have it in you to argue with him.

(Maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you always thought you had.)

“What are you doing here?” He smirked, “What do you think? I’m studying too.”

You paused, watching as Jungkook flipped through his notes, and pushed his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“What are you doing?” You asked eventually.

Jungkook quirked a brow, “What does it look like? I’m studying.” “Yes,” You sighed loudly, “But why are you sat here?”

He didn’t even seem a little taken aback by your question. He shrugged.

“We’re friends right?”

Your eyes widened, “Friend?” “Oh c’mon Y/N,” He rolled his eyes, “Are you ever going to stop pretending to hate me?” His boldness surprised you. Jungkook had never directly confronted you about your apparent hatred for him. And to be absolutely honest with yourself, over the time you’d known him you had almost forgotten why you hated him so much in the first place.

“I- uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He pulled a face, “Oh come on. You’ve hated me ever since I said that stupid thing in biology in Sophmore year.”

Your heart turned in your chest.

He remembered that?

“Oh- I uh…”

“Did I ever apologise?” He quirked a brow, “Guess not. Well I’m sorry. I was just trying to be funny but I shouldn’t have embarrassed you like that, huh?”

Suddenly you felt a rush of stupidity.

You stood up quickly, “I’ve got to go.” Jungkook quirked a brow at you and frowned, “What? You don’t need to study anymore?” You weren’t sure why exactly you were bolting. Perhaps it was the fact that your hatred for Jungkook suddenly seemed so stupid.

Or perhaps it was the fact that the boy in front of you suddenly made your heart flutter and your pulse race and you knew what that meant.

“Nope. Don’t need to study,” You laughed nervously, “So I’m off.”

Jungkook seemed really confused by your behaviour, and you couldn’t blame him.

“But I was-” “Bye Jungkook,” You cut him off before he could say anything else, “See you around.” You were out of there without a second glance. You didn’t even bother looking back at Jungkook as you raced out of the front doors, even though you could feel his eyes burning into your back.

Damn.

How had everything gotten so complicated?

Right now, you hated your mum.

“C’mon Y/N,” She told you, rolling your eyes, “It’s another job. Another job I need.”

You knew that essentially, you didn’t have a choice. You could kick and scream and cry and threaten bloody murder, but at the end of the day this was your mother’s livelihood.

You just couldn’t believe that of all the parties in all of Seoul, your mother had chosen to cater at Jeon Jungkook’s eighteenth birthday party.

You’d been invited of course. You were still Seulgi’s friend, and even though you were both seniors now and didn’t spend as much time together as you used to, Jungkook had invited you anyway.

But you hadn’t been planning on going.

You didn’t like parties anyway, and you knew you had to help your mother with work that weekend. So you’d used that as an excuse and smiled and shook your head when Seulgi invited you to what she assured was going to be the party of the year.

The irony was, of course, that you were going.

But not as a guest.

Oh no. You were going as the help.

You still hadn’t spoken to him since that day at the library. That was almost a month ago, and even though you saw Jungkook around school occasionally, and sometimes even around Seulgi, you avoided him as best you could.

It was childish and cowardly, and the truth was you hated yourself for it but what could you do?

You knew you didn’t hate him anymore, and the thought of feeling anything else for Jungkook was far too scary and complicated to think about.

“Remember Y/N,” Your mother was telling you as she pulled the van up in front of a huge three storey house. You’d known Jungkook’s parents were wealthy, but you hadn’t realised how wealthy, “There’s going to be a lot of influential people here tonight.”

“I know mum,” You bit back the tears, “I’ll do my best.” “Thanks honey.” She leaned over and gave you a kiss on the cheek as she put the car in park.

You knew how embarrassing this was going to be.

Everybody at school would be there. And even though you weren’t embarrassed of your mum’s profession, or even the fact that you also worked with her, you couldn’t help it that some of the familiar teenage need to keep up appearances, had crept up on you.

You climbed out of the van and with baited breath, followed your mum to the front door.

“We’ll tell them we’re here, and then we can set up.” You nodded, afraid that if you started speaking you might cry.

Your mum rang the doorbell, and after a moment, the portal swung open.

Of course the person standing on the other side was none other than Jeon fucking Jungkook.

He looked as devilishly handsome as ever, and you weren’t even surprised when your heart turned over in your chest at the sight of him.

You looked up and connected gazes with him.

First there was a flash of recognition.

“Y/N!” He smiled widely, “You’re a little early…” Your mother interrupted, “Oh uh Y/N’s not a guest tonight. She’s with me, we’re here to serve food. She’s my daughter.” You waited for it. For Jungkook to make fun of you. To laugh and say something obscenely cruel. But it never came.

“Oh,” His eyes dimmed a little and you wondered if he seemed even a little disappointed, “Oh okay. Right. Uh let me just get my mum.”

It was about half an hour later that you and your mother were loading things into the staff kitchen, and Mrs Jeon was explaining how tonight’s events would unfold.

“We don’t need you in there serving food to be honest,” She smiled at you kindly, “Just make sure the refreshment table is always full, and the guests can handle themselves.”

You wondered why she’d suddenly changed her mind.

Your mother had told you earlier that serving the food would be part of tonight’s job. Still, you weren’t complaining. The less you had to be around your peers, the better.

“If you’ll come with me,” Mrs Jeon directed her instruction to your mother, “I’ll show you where we keep the utensils you may need for tonight.” Your mum turned to you, “Stay here and organise the food into starter, main and dessert?”

You nodded, watching as the two older women left you on your own. You turned to the table of the food in front of you, sorting through the different pastries and half-cooked things your mother had prepared over the course of the last week for tonight.

Perhaps tonight wouldn’t be as terrible as you’d originally imagined.

You just wanted to avoid Seulgi and everybody else in your grade as best as you possibly could.

“Y/N.” You almost dropped the plate you had been carrying. You turned quickly, and you felt your body flush at the sight of Jungkook in a suit.

“Hi.” You whispered, your throat as dry as the Sahara.

“I thought I invited you tonight,” He took a step towards you and suddenly you felt as if all the air had been sucked out of your chest.

Oh god.

You really were a goner for those big brown eyes.

“You did,” Your blush thickened, “But my mum needed help.”

When he was standing about a foot away from you he cocked his head to one side, “That’s a shame.”

You nodded anxiously, turning back to carry on with the work you’d started on. There was a beat of silence, and then suddenly you felt Jungkook’s lips by your ear.

“Do you still hate me, Y/N?” You spun sharply, and your breath was literally stolen from your throat when you realised Jungkook’s nose was pressed almost firmly against your own. His closeness was driving you almost insane.

You shook your head, “No. I’m not sure I ever did.”

Another beat.

“So… Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned into his arms, “Please.”

He leaned in towards you and pressed the softest kiss against your lips.

Your first kiss.

Your heart felt like it was going to crawl out of your chest and out of your mouth and you realised finally finally finally that the fire inside of you that you’d always taken for hate, was something very very different.

“I think I love you,” You told him softly when he pulled away.

Jungkook smiled in that way that always took your breath away, “Of course you do silly. Why do you think I spent so long hanging around Seulgi? I was just waiting for you to realise it.”

You laughed even though somewhere inside your heart you were sure you should be crying.

“So you love me too?”

He nodded, pressing another kiss against the side your mouth.

“I love you.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled and you sure you wanted to marry those creases.

“Sorry I wasted so much time pretending to hate you.” He shrugged, “I enjoyed it.” You laughed, “I have to admit, so did I.” There’s a thin line between love and hate.

Thank God you finally crossed it.

#jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook fluff #romance #hate to love #enemies to lovers #cutie

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MCSM Countdown Day 9

Day 9 of the countdown AKA Season 2 release day. It’s been fun doing all these prompts and since today is just kinda whatever, have some fluff of my brotp. Enjoy the new episode and the rest of the countdown!

“Ah man, it’s starting to get dark. I should probably get going before all the monsters start coming out.” It was a pretty common occurrence for Jesse to have Axel and/or Olivia in her little treehouse, especially during the winter months when there wasn’t much else to do. It’d been a quiet day (or about as quiet as Axel’d let it be) with just Jesse and Axel, and of course Reuben. Despite how simple and uneventful the day had been though, it had apparently gone faster than she’d thought.

Jesse followed his gaze out the window where sure enough, the sun was already setting. There was no way he was going to make it back to his own home before it got completely dark. Looking out she also realized that it was starting to snow again, and in that moment she made up her mind; there was no way she was letting Axel leave tonight.

“Just stay here.” She told him with a shrug. It wasn’t like she’d mind after all. It was only her and Reuben who lived there, and Axel was one of her best friends. Even if it was overnight she wasn’t going to say no to his company, especially in a situation like this. She’d feel better anyway if she knew he was safe instead of wondering if he’d been mauled by a mob he hadn’t seen coming through the dark and snow.

“Nah, it’s not a big deal, I’ll totally be fine.” Axel shrugged nonchalantly, continuing to get ready to leave. Jesse was not going to let that slide.

“It’s late and it’s snowing, you’re staying here tonight.” Jesse told him again, making it clear this time she wasn’t just suggesting it. To further emphasize her point, Jesse sat down on top the trap door, otherwise known as the only exit from the treehouse. “There, now you have to stay.” She said, nodding matter-of-factly.

“Oh yeah? What if I do...this?” From the triumphant grin on his face, Jesse knew what was going to happen before it did. And sure enough, in one quick motion he lifted her from her seat on the door and threw her over his shoulder.

“Hey, put me down!” She was trying to act mad, really she was, but Jesse couldn’t help but laughing despite herself.

“If you say so!” And the next thing Jesse knew she was tossed unceremoniously onto her bed. She’d walked right into that one, she had to admit.

“That’s not fair!” She got out through her laughter, which she heard Reuben joining in on. “It’s not my fault you’re like, a giant, how am I supposed to defend myself?!”

“Yeah, and it’s not my fault you’re a midget.” Axel shot back, grinning down at her. Poking fun at her height, especially compared to his own, was one of his favorite hobbies.

“So are you gonna save us all the trouble and say that you’ll stay, or are we gonna have to do all that again?” Jesse asked, still smiling as she sat up from her landing place.

“I guess I can stay.” Axel relented, still grinning in her direction.

“Good.” She said with a nod before getting up off the bed. Jesse made her way over to one of the chests along the wall, opening it to pull out the few spare pillows and blankets she had. It wasn’t much by any means, but it’d be enough for one night.

Then Jesse made her way to her bed and started throwing all the pillows and blankets in his general direction. “Uh, what are you doing?” Axel asked, quirking his eyebrow questioningly. She wasn’t going to throw all the bedding she owned at him, right?

“Well I’m not gonna lay on the floor all night with nothing.” She replied as if it were supposed to be obvious.

“You don’t have to do that just because I’m here. You and Reuben can just do what you’d normally do, I can sleep on the floor by myself.”

“Where’d the fun in that be?” Jesse replied, moving over to her bedding pile to start arranging it into a makeshift bed.

“Heh, whatever you say buddy. If you wanna make this a sleepover I’m not gonna stop ya, but I draw the line at braiding each other’s hair and talking about boys.” Axel told her jokingly as he started setting out his own pile of blankets.

“There goes my master plan.” Jesse said with a shrug and a grin, settling down on her “bed”. Reuben quickly joined her, laying down so that he was practically on top of her. It was fully dark now, but none of them really felt like sleeping yet.

Laying in the dark, Axel found his eyes wandering around the little one-roomed home, and though he couldn’t make out much in the dark, he found his eyes settling on a poster of Gabriel the Warrior.

“Do you think we could ever be that cool? Like The Order of the Stone?” Axel asked into the darkness. He shifted slightly towards Jesse, unsure if she’d still be awake to reply.

Clearly she was also still awake, as the response was almost immediate. “I bet we’ll be even cooler than Magnus some day, just wait. I mean, we could totally do something awesome like defeat a dragon if we wanted to. And if all else fails there’s always my poster collection.”

“Ha, no way, nobody’s cooler than Magnus! Sorry Jesse, not even you.” He teased, grinning at her in the dark. She couldn’t see it, but Jesse didn’t need to to know it was there. “Fighting a huge monster would be so cool, but I feel like we’re gonna have to go with the posters. I mean, the Ender Dragon was kinda like, THE big monster, and The Order kinda already killed that.”

“Ouch, I’m so hurt.” Jesse replied, mock offended. “Being heroes like The Order would be pretty amazing, but I think I’d settle for winning the building competition for once.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait to wipe the smirks off those stupid Ocelot’s face’s one of these days.” Axel agreed. It seemed every year they lost, their rival group of builders just got more and more smug and really he was sick of it.

“We’ll just have to think of something really cool for this year, then there’s no way we can lose.” Jesse said simply. She was always the optimistic one when it came to the building competition, a counter to Olivia’s normal pessimism.

The two fell into a comfortable silence after that, leaving Jesse alone to her thoughts. In truth being a hero seemed awesome, but also daunting. What would it be like to be known by so many people, idolized? She’d probably never find out, and that was okay. Things were good now, the way they were. No matter what came though, as long as she had her friends by her side, Jesse figured she’d be just fine.

#mcsmcountdown #mcsmc 9 #mcsm Jesse #mcsm Axel #mcsm fic #my q 4 u

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