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harundraws · 3 months
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“i know you’re self-conscious, but you deserve to feel as beautiful as you are”
(van realizes what tai is doing during the second kiss and short-circuits)
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yumemiruuuu · 2 months
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Mu Qing: (scoffing) You don’t even know my favorite color
Feng Xin: (in deep thought)
Feng Xin: The color of my eyes
Mu Qing: …
Mu Qing: You are actually so dramatic
Mu Qing: My favorite color will never be “Shit Brown”
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hi-im-august · 1 year
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Bridgerton Incorrect Quotes
*Mr. Bridgerton offered to take a rather striking Miss Featherington home after a ball one evening, and the carriage makes an unexpected turn*
Penelope: Where are we going??
Colin: I’m taking you home
Penelope: This is not the way to my fucking house Colin!!
Colin: Ohh, no, not your home. My home 😏😘
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Source: Rode Hard Put Away Wet; Lesbian Cowboy Erotica - Edited by Sacchi Green and Rakelle Valencia
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incorrect-hs-quotes · 10 months
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Eridan, internally: don't be intimidated by him eri, just imagine him in his underwwear
Eridan: *imagines karkat in chest high boxers, but also chiselled like a statue*
Eridan, internally: oh no he's hot!!
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theromanticartist · 5 months
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“And as Penelope sank to the cushions that had somehow found their way to the plush carpet below, she felt very loved indeed."
Romancing Mr. Bridgerton: 2nd Epilogue by Julia Quinn
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incorrecthannigram · 2 years
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naksushadows · 5 months
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“Be careful when you’re alone in a crowd. It’s obvious.” – Manager Park “What do you mean? What’s obvious?” – Lee Doona “Your loneliness. Your desperation to be loved, to try to compensate for never having it. You’re afraid of losing people’s interest.” – Manager Park
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industrialrage · 1 year
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To celebrate 1 year anniversary - drew some nsfwish sketches
Happy anniversary!
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lpham2525 · 1 year
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Return Policy
INT. FORGER HOUSEHOLD – DAY  
LOID: Yor, I’m off to the tailor’s to pick up my new suit. Do you need anything while I’m out?  
YOR: Oh! If it’s not too much trouble, could you return this for me, please?  
YOR: *holds out a small shopping bag*  
YOR: I keep forgetting to return it and I think today’s the last day. I’d do it myself, but I already promised to drop off Anya and then meet up with Melinda. I bought this at the boutique next to your tailor’s shop.  
LOID: I can do that. Here, let me—  
LOID: *takes the bag from YOR, then stops cold when he sees the brand name on the bag*  
LOID: Yor, this...this is from Victoria’s Secret.  
YOR: Yes, my coworkers told me that’s where I would buy “clothes for my husband’s eyes only”.   
LOID: S-so you went shopping there...b-by yourself?  
YOR: *sheepish grin*  
YOR: Well, when we agreed to a fake marriage, I didn’t know if you wanted to have a fake honeymoon, too. I thought if you did, then I should be prepared with something so...er, so no one would suspect us! Not to actually do anything! But...but since we didn’t, I don’t need it anymore.  
YOR: *backtracking*  
YOR: You know, now that I think about it, it’s not a big deal! I can just keep it. You don’t have to go out of your way to—  
LOID: *raises a shaky hand*  
LOID: No, it’s perfectly fine. It’s...  
LOID: *clears throat as he pulls himself together*  
LOID: It’s perfectly understandable, Yor. I’d be happy to return this for you. It’s no trouble at all.  
YOR: Really? Thank you, Loid. I’m so glad you’re okay with this.  
LOID: Why wouldn’t I be? I’m just a husband...doing his duty...  
LOID: *swallows because his throat is suddenly dry*  
LOID: ...returning his wife’s lingerie.  
LOID: Well, I’ll...I’ll be off now. Good day. Or should I say good evening? Wait, it’s still morning!   
LOID: What are you doing, Twilight?! Get it together!   
LOID: *in a squeaky voice*  
LOID: I’ll be taking my leave now.   
LOID: *hurries out the door*  
YOR: I knew I shouldn’t have asked him...Now he’s going to think I’m some kind of freak...  
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EXT. STREETS OF BERLINT – DAY  
LOID: *rushing by in a daze, repeatedly glancing at the bag*  
LOID: Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look.  
LOID: *deep breath*  
LOID: A spy must always maintain his composure. A spy is always on the lookout for danger. A spy is aware of his surroundings at all times.   
LOID: *checks his surroundings over and over again, looking but not really seeing*  
LOID: If there’s no danger present, then why do I feel like I’m on high alert?  
[LOID stumbles into Victoria’s Secret and takes his place in the queue for customer service. He fixes his eyes on a blank spot on the wall and recites the entire Ostanian Secret Police Manual backwards, but every once in a while, his mind is still invaded by images of YOR in...less-than-modest clothing.]  
LOID: *mentally slaps himself*  
LOID: Get a hold of yourself, Twilight! You are the greatest spy in Westalis! You’ve been with untold numbers of women for an uncounted number of missions! You will not be defeated by...by involuntary images of your fake wife in unmentionable underclothes! Remember the Ten Commandments of Being a Fake Husband! Commandment Number Three: Thou Shalt Not Harbor Immodest Thoughts about Thy Fake Wife! No matter how...  
LOID: *gulps*  
LOID: No matter how attractive she may be...  
[The line, mercifully, moves along and it’s finally LOID’s turn. The cashier completes the transaction to the best of his ability, which isn’t helped by LOID fumbling for the receipt and finally (!) opening the bag. Then he stops. He stares. He turns the bag upside-down and shakes it to make sure nothing else is in there. He is confounded by the smooth, slender object that falls out of the bag and rolls onto the counter. He finishes the return, then stumbles home as his brain kicks into overdrive, trying to make sense of the whole thing.]   
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INT. FORGER HOUSEHOLD – EVENING.  
YOR: Loid, you’re back later than I thought! I was worried something had happened to you! L-Loid?  
LOID: *in a faraway voice*  
LOID: I returned your item. H-here’s the refund.   
YOR: Thank you, Loid. You can keep the money. Consider it compensation for your trouble.   
LOID: It’s your hard-earned money, Yor. I want you to have it.   
YOR: A-all right.   
YOR: *pockets the money, then fixes LOID with a worried look*  
YOR: Is everything all right? You look like you're overthinking something again.   
LOID: *nods numbly*  
LOID: I have a question for you. Something I don’t quite understand.  
YOR: Yes?   
LOID: When I was returning your item, I expected...something else. The only thing in the bag was a vial of perfume.  
YOR: Oh!   
YOR: *giggles*  
YOR: When I asked my coworkers, they told me that was all I needed to wear for our nights together.  
LOID: That...was all...you were going...to wear?  
LOID: *steam rises from his ears as he quietly loses his mind*  
YOR: *nods enthusiastically, then sees the look on LOID’s face *   
YOR: Unless you’d prefer something else! I saw a pair of angel wings that might have fit me! Should I have bought that instead?   
LOID: *clamps down hard on his runaway imagination*  
LOID: No, no, it’s fine. You should do whatever makes you comfortable, Yor. No need to cater to me.  
YOR: *nervous because LOID is looking more and more tense by the minute*  
YOR: This is purely for the sake of appearances, of course! I would never force any of this upon you, Loid. 
LOID: I would love nothing more than for you to force yourself upon—  
LOID: Ahem, I believe you. And I thank you for doing your part to keep up the charade. I...think I’ll go take a shower now. I’ve been feeling a bit stuffy today.   
YOR: Oh, yes. By all means.   
YOR: *sigh of relief*  
YOR: By the way, Loid, where’s your new suit? Did something happen to it on the way home?  
LOID: The suit! I knew I forgot something!  
LOID: No, it...wasn’t ready after all. After today, I think it’ll need a few...adjustments. Now, if you’ll excuse me...  
LOID: *quickly shuffles to the bathroom and closes the door*   
YOR: Strange. Loid is usually so precise when giving his measurements... 
YOR: *remembers the money in her pocket*  
YOR: Maybe when it’s ready, I can pick it up for him as a surprise! And while I’m there, I’ll swing by the boutique again. I saw a section for garter belts. I wonder if they sell one for knives... 
YOR: *hears whimpering sounds from behind the bathroom door* 
YOR: Oh dear. Loid must be more upset than I thought. Good thing I never tried out that “aphrodisiac” perfume. If he’s appalled by the idea of a fake honeymoon, there’s no telling what that perfume would have done to him...   
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euesworld · 1 year
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"A kiss was what I thought I wanted, but then we made eye contact and I knew you wanted so much more.. a night of fire was ahead, from the bed to the floor."
The shower's not on but it's still getting steamy in here, haha - eUë
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quq-fan · 7 months
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Crest and Krakle would never work out because when they watch movies together they would both pull the Yawn and Stretch and end up fist bumping. It's actually illegal to date after that :/
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powerbottomeminem · 2 years
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How is the heat treating you?
🎶 All day, all night! You feel, my heat! 🔥
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But seriously, right now the temperatures are okay over here. At least in my apartment. But I’m looking forward to when it gets colder. I’m not a summer person.
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galamurphy · 1 year
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"How handsome he must have been before he was burned. Heat flared over my skin. How handsome he was now."
"Frostblood" by Elly Blake
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thebtstaekooker · 8 months
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Say That You Love Me - a Taekook fanfic
Jungkook x Taehyung
one shot
6k words
Best friends, secret pining, accidental love confessions, and steamy makeout sessions ;)
AO3 story link with notes
Summary: “Taehyung, I-“ Jeongguk began, wanting to explain and save himself from rejection, from the tension that was already thick in the air. “Is it true?” Taehyung interrupted, voice low and so sharp that it made Jeongguk flinch because, as hot as it sounded, it was also scary having never heard such a tone coming from Taehyung in his life “I-is what true?” He asked, feigning ignorance. “That you love me?”
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Jeongguk was destined for a rough life from the moment he was born. His chaotic family background made him believe he'd be a loner forever until Kim Taehyung made his appearance in the third grade. Now they're best friends. Life is better with Taehyung around if you ignore the fact that Jeongguk has fallen hopelessly in love with him and his puppy dog eyes.
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Jeongguk was only seven when he began to realize just how unfair life was. Growing up in a family of just two for most of his life, even his existence had been questioned by the small town villagers. 
“Isn’t that little Jeon Jeongguk? The one who has a cheating mother?” Someone would say as Jeongguk walked home from school.
“I heard her most recent husband was rich,” another voice would chime in.
“Poor child. I wonder who his father is,” someone else would sigh, pitifully.
It was no surprise that, at such a young age, Jeongguk grew to hate being pitied and given sympathy just for his family background which absolutely was not his fault. But it wasn’t only the townspeople. His school life was trashy as well. All the children in his third grade class either shunned him or mocked him for wearing hand-me-downs that were simply too small for him and the fact that he brought his own lunch instead of buying from the school. He was the outcast, the loner, the one everyone chose to leave out at recess and frankly, Jeongguk preferred it that way up until he met his future best friend.
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Jeongguk could tell the new boy was nervous, hands gripping his lunchbox tightly, head ducked and curly brown hair falling over his eyes as he stood at the front of the class beside the third grade teacher.
“Introduce yourself to everyone, dearie,” Miss Su prompted, gently nudging the boy.
He bit his lip and shuffled forward, finally lifting his head to face the groups of children that waited expectantly for him to speak.
“I...I’m Taehyung,” he murmured, stuttering a bit as he spoke.
As he looked over the class, his eyes suddenly met Jeongguk’s and they widened, inquisitively. Jeongguk frowned, mistaking the warmth in Taehyung’s eyes as some sort of pity or sympathy. Perhaps Taehyung had already heard about Jeongguk and felt sorry for him. Jeongguk hated that thought and he abruptly and deliberately broke eye contact with the other boy.
“Well, Taehyung. We’re all very happy to have you here. You can take a seat now. There’s an empty one next to...Jeongguk,” Miss Su pointed at Jeongguk and he could feel Taehyung’s gaze land on him again.
Jeongguk refused to look up, intent on finishing his math worksheet. He was happy Miss Su at least acknowledged his presence for once but he didn’t want a seat-mate who acted just like everyone else in the classroom. A shadow passed over him just then and he was forced to look up at Taehyung who was smiling shyly down at him.
“Can I sit here?” He asked, motioning towards the chair next to Jeongguk.
Jeongguk simply shrugged and returned to scribbling in his notebook. Later on, Jeongguk found himself out on the playground for lunch, sitting down in his favorite spot under one of the oak trees and reluctantly pulling out the hastily made soggy jelly sandwich his mother had slapped together that morning as she rushed around to get ready for work. Once again a shadow blocked the sunlight and Jeongguk looked up to see Taehyung standing in front of him, lunchbox in hand.
“Hey! Can I eat with you?”
Jeongguk didn’t want to seem rude so he nodded and watched as the other boy happily plopped down next to him and pulled out his own lunch. Looking away, Jeongguk, having lost his appetite the minute he pulled out that jelly sandwich, closed his lunchbox and simply sat, knees pulled up to his chest as he stared off into the distance, wistfully.
“Aren’t you eating?” A familiar voice beside him asked.
“Not hungry,” Jeongguk replied without turning to look at Taehyung.
The other boy fell silent and Jeongguk could hear him rummaging around in his bag. After a few moments, Jeongguk felt a tap on his shoulder. He sighed, glancing over at Taehyung and was met with half an egg sandwich shoved in his face.
“Share?” Came the innocent plea from Taehyung.
That was the first time Jeongguk found that, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t resist Taehyung’s puppy dog eyes. So he took the sandwich. It was the turning point in his dud of a life. Slowly but surely, Taehyung became his best friend as they grew up together through elementary and junior high. He was the only kind person Jeongguk had around, the only one who saw him, not for his family background or anything but simply for him. Once, Jeongguk had even dared ask Taehyung what he thought of him as they sat together in the middle school cafeteria, knees pressed together and shoulders touching every now and then. Jeongguk had strangely liked the feeling of his skin against Taehyung’s but the thought had scared him so he had pushed it away. 
“Hyung, do you think I’m normal,” he asked, biting into his sandwich.
He’d started making his own lunches once he’d turned twelve and, not to be rude or ungrateful, but he did like them a lot better than what his mom always made. Taehyung turned to look at him, curiously, a piece of seaweed clinging to his cheek. The cute sight made Jeongguk laugh and before he knew it, his hand had come up and swiped at Taehyung’s face, making the older boy’s eyes widen in surprise. Hoseok, a ninth grader friend of theirs who spent lunch with them most days, grinned from across the table, eyes darting between the two younger boys, knowingly.
“You…there was…you had seaweed…there,” Jeongguk stammered, flustered as he pointed to the spot in his defense.
“Oh. Thanks. And no. I don’t think you’re normal, Guk. I think everyone is their own unique person. You’re one of a kind, Jeonggukie,” Taehyung grinned cheekily at the younger boy.
“But-“
Taehyung cut him off, holding a hand up to Jeongguk’s face and looking away. 
“Ah, ah, ah. No buts.” 
“Just-“
“No. Shush. Quiet. Zip it,” Taehyung ordered, turning to face Jeongguk and cupping his cheeks, startling the younger boy. “You are unique and special and so, so talented, and…and beautiful and special…oh…I already said that. But yeah. All of those and more.”
“Beautiful? You think I’m beautiful, hyung. That’s just cheesy,” Jeongguk laughed, despite how good the compliment made him feel, especially coming from Taehyung.
“What? You are!” Taehyung exclaimed then turned to Hoseok who’d stayed quiet for the whole interaction. “Isn’t he, hyung?” 
“You’re so whipped, Taehyung,” Hoseok just remarked, still smirking.
“What?” 
“Nothing.”
Taehyung turned back to Jeongguk and squished his cheeks, surprising the younger boy.
“That’s right. My Jeonggukie is so beautiful,” the elder cooed and Jeongguk’s heart leapt at that, his own sudden feelings startling him so bad that he almost choked on his food. 
Taehyung was instantly worried, patting his back and asking what was wrong while Hoseok started dying of laughter in the background, obviously understanding what was going through Jeongguk’s head. Jeongguk shot his oldest hyung a glare, warning him to keep quiet and assured Taehyung he was fine even though his heart was still racing a million beats per second. He hoped Taehyung couldn’t hear it. However, there were times when Jeongguk’s heart wasn’t racing. Instead it was sinking into the pit of his stomach as he watched Taehyung talking in the corridors with a few girls who were practically all over him. Jeongguk turned away from the sight and scurried away, silently.
Now they were into their junior year of high school and Jeongguk was fully beginning to realize just what he’d gotten himself into when he accepted that sandwich from Taehyung so many years back. He would watch his best friend laugh with his jock friends in the hallways and talk to all the girls that were so obviously crushing on him and Jeongguk’s stomach would burn with jealousy. Then, in the moments where it was just the two of them, Jeongguk found himself mentally tracing the soft curves of Taehyung’s face, his button nose, those lips curled up in a soft smile. When Taehyung would look up at him, curiously, Jeongguk’s face would flush bright red as he was caught staring. Jeongguk was in love. 
“Hyung, I’m going to look ridiculous in these shorts! You know pink just isn’t my color!” Jeongguk protested as Taehyung stood back to admire the said hot pink shorts.
They were in Taehyung’s room getting ready for a summer party at Taehyung’s friend Namjoon's house that Jeongguk was not looking forward to. Jeongguk expected most of his bullies to be there and he knew there wasn’t a place for him at such an event. But Taehyung had insisted.
“Please, Jeonggukie! I told Joon-hyung you’d be there and I’d introduce you!” He’d begged in the cutest little voice and honestly, who could say no to those puppy eyes. 
It was an understatement to say Jeongguk would do anything for Taehyung and those eyes which was why he decided to go to the party. For Taehyung’s sake.
“But, Gukie, these kinds of shorts are all the rage! You’ll be turning heads!” Taehyung remarked with a pout, sitting down on the edge of his bed and swinging his legs.
Cute, Jeongguk couldn’t help but think. His best friend was so cute. He shoved his thoughts away and swiftly glanced at his reflection in the mirror, sneakily watching Taehyung from behind him. He was so perfect…
“I never even wanted to go to the party,” He admitted, shaking away his intrusive thoughts and turning back to Taehyung with a frown
“But don’t you want to meet Namjoon-hyung? He’s the best and I bet Jimin is going to be there,” The older boy added, teasingly but as he said the last bit, Jeongguk could have sworn he saw a look of bitterness cross Taehyung’s face.
But the look was gone as soon as it had appeared and Taehyung was grinning up at Jeongguk again. That grin. If only Taehyung knew how much his smile, his laugh, his whole being made Jeongguk feel like a thousand butterflies had hatched in his stomach. But when Jeongguk glanced over in Taehyung’s direction, he knew he couldn’t ever tell his best friend that. So, to hide his feelings, Jeongguk had told Taehyung he had a crush on Jimin, his lab partner when in truth, it was Taehyung that Jeongguk had a crush on. He snapped back into reality when Taehyung waved a hand in front of his face.
“Jeongguk? Don’t get too carried away in your Jimin fantasies. I’m still here.” 
“S-sorry...“
“I’m right though...right?” Taehyung asked, reaching over and pinching Jeongguk’s nose, playfully.
Just that simple touch was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He wanted more. He wanted to kiss those lips that were poking fun at him just like a best friend would do. Just like a straight best friend would do. Taehyung went on, oblivious to Jeongguk’s internal war with his feelings.
“I bet you were thinking about a cute guy with black silky hair and big brown eyes?” He crooned, batting his eyelashes in a flirtatious and exaggerated way. 
No, Jeongguk wanted to say. I was thinking about you. You with your curly brown hair that’s somehow always messy and those deep hazel eyes that I could get lost in forever.
“Yeah...I guess I was.”
“I knew it!” Taehyung sang, leaping off his bed with a little too much enthusiasm, almost like the excitement had been forced. “You’re wearing those shorts. I promise you won’t regret it!”
Jeongguk did regret it. He regretted it as soon as he and Taehyung pulled up to the party. He regretted it when they walked it. And he definitely regretted even considering coming to the party when Taehyung’s disgustingly cute girlfriend appeared and practically wrapped herself around him. Jeongguk thought he was going to be sick as she started cooing and calling Taehyung all the gross baby names she had for him. It was absolutely revolting. Jeongguk had to look away. 
“Jeonggukie! I thought you wouldn’t come!”
Jeongguk turned around only to be greeted by a suffocating hug from Hoseok, who he hadn’t seen in at least a year or so. A tall boy was standing near them, smiling as Jeongguk awkwardly returned the hug.
“So? Are you and Taehyung together yet?” Hoseok asked, eagerly.
“N-no…I told you we’re just friends,” Jeongguk faltered, feeling his face heat up at the image of him and Taehyung dating.
“Awww! You’re blushing! You obviously want to be more than friends,” Hoseok cooed, ruffling Jeongguk’s hair.
“Hyung-” Jeongguk tried to protest but Hoseok wasn’t listening as he pushed the tall boy forward.
“Jeongguk, I want you to meet Namjoon. This is his house and pool,” Hoseok introduced.
“Oh! You’re Taehyung’s friend!” Jeongguk exclaimed, recognizing the name. “He said something about wanting to introduce me to you but…I guess he’s too busy.”
“Yeah. It’s nice to meet you, Jeongguk,” Namjoon smiled, following Jeongguk’s sad gaze over to where Taehyung was sitting with his girlfriend. “Hobi seems to be right though. That sigh clearly came from someone who’s wishing he was the one sitting with Taehyung instead of that girlfriend.”
“Not you too, hyung,” Jeongguk groaned in exasperation.
“Sorry but you’re too obvious,” Namjoon shrugged.
“Isn’t he? I have a really good feeling that something’s going to happen tonight,” Hoseok remarked, smiling at Jeongguk.
“R-really?” 
“Oh yeah. Call me later when you get home and give me all the details, okay, Jeonggukie?”
Jeongguk nodded in agreement as Hoseok and Namjoon waved goodbye and joined another group of teenagers lounging by the pool. As Jeongguk scanned the unfamiliar faces in the pool, he met the gaze of Jimin, who was already in the water. His lab partner met Jeongguk’s gaze and shot him a warm smile. Sure, he was cute and all, Jeongguk thought. But he wasn’t Taehyung.
Speaking of his best friend, Jeongguk turned to look for him and spotted Taehyung talking to some of the jocks who were in the pool as he pulled off his shirt and prepared to join them. Jeongguk felt like he was going to pass out seeing Taehyung’s flawless tanned skin on show for the whole party to see. And Jeongguk knew his best friend worked out often but he swore Taehyung had the body of a Greek god. He had to force his eyes away before he really did pass out. But before he could turn in the other direction, Taehyung suddenly glanced his way and their eyes met. Jeongguk didn’t know what was in that look that passed between them but he did know that it made his cheeks flame when he realized he’d been caught staring. Again.
“Jeongguk?” came a voice from behind him.
He jumped and spun around to see Jimin practically right beside him in the water below. He gave Jeongguk a suspicious look at his reaction but didn’t say anything more and just smiled, sweetly. He and Jeongguk weren’t exactly friends but Jeongguk had enjoyed their lab sessions together. Jimin was a nice guy and Jeongguk wouldn’t mind having him as a closer friend someday.
“Oh. Jimin. Hey,” Jeongguk managed to get out, waving awkwardly. 
“Hey. Why aren’t you in the pool yet? It’s so nice in the water,” Jimin sighed, happily.
Jeongguk declined the offer at first but when Jimin kept insisting, he finally relented and decided to join the older boy in the pool, despite his embarrassingly pink pants. He could see Taehyung looking his way from across the pool and suddenly, the atmosphere felt tense for some odd reason. It was almost like Taehyung was glaring at Jeongguk and not just at him, but at Jimin as well. Jeongguk just decided to ignore his best friend. As time passed, Jeongguk found himself having a good time with Jimin. Not that he was into him or anything but he really did seem like the kind of person Jeongguk would like to be better friends with. But then, in the middle of their conversation, Jimin stopped and cocked his head at Jeongguk, curiously.
“Jeongguk, do you like me?” He asked, quietly.
“W-what? What are you...what are you talking about?” Jeongguk stammered, caught off guard by the question.
And then Jimin was leaning in and Jeongguk was starting to panic, casting frantic glances in Taehyung’s direction, a silent plea for help. But his best friend wasn’t looking at him like he had been earlier and seemed to be caught up in a vibrant conversation with his jock friends. Before Jeongguk could do anything to stop it, Jimin had kissed him. He wasn’t a terrible kisser but again, he wasn’t Taehyung. It was just an awkwardly empty thing, the stoic feelings of lips against lips and Jeongguk hated it more than anything. He pulled away instantly, staring at Jimin in a mix of horror and confusion.
“Why...why would you do that?” He questioned, shocked.
“What do you mean? I thought you like…had a thing for me? Taehyung’s friend told me,” Jimin replied, looking bewildered and maybe just a little bit hurt.
Jeongguk didn’t know what he’d done to ever make Jimin think that but he felt guilty whatever it was. He hadn’t meant to do anything to lead the other boy on or make it seem like he had something for him.
“No…I…I don’t. I’m sorry but I...love someone else,” Jeongguk admitted, apologetically. 
Jimin stared at him for a second as if he was realizing his mistake before he  nodded and sighed, leaning up against the side of the pool and staring off into thin air. Jeongguk watched him skeptically.
“I’m sorry for that then. I just…I kinda wanted to see how you would react…and how Yoongi-hyung would react,” Jimin explained, giving Jeongguk an apologetic look.
“Yoongi-hyung? Isn’t he that really mysterious senior who’s glaring at you right now like you’ve just killed someone?” Jeongguk asked, curiously.
“He is?! Oh God, Jeongguk. Hide me, please!” Jimin exclaimed, ducking behind Jeongguk.
“Why? Do you like him or something?” 
“Yes! Yes, I like him!”
Jeongguk glanced up at the senior who was now setting his drink down on a table and striding around the pool towards them, eyebrows furrowed.
“He’s coming over here. He looks angry,” Jeongguk remarked.
“Oh noooo!” Jimin wailed, pitifully and Jeongguk’s face broke into an amused smile as Yoongi knelt down on the side of the pool, looking down at the two boys.
“Jimin. Are you hiding?” The senior asked in a low voice.
“N-no, hyung!” Jimin squeaked out.
“Good because I was wondering if you wanted to hang out.”
“W-what?!”
Jeongguk thought he saw the beginnings of a smirk on Yoongi’s face but it was gone in seconds.
“Of course, if you don’t want to, that's fine.”
The effect of those words was immediate, Jimin jumping out from behind Jeongguk, eyes wide and cheeks red.
“No! I…I mean…I do…want to hang out…just…give me a minute?” 
“Sure, Park. I’ll be inside.”
With that, Yoongi left the scene and Jimin turned to Jeongguk, looking shocked. 
“Did you hear that?!” He breathed, seemingly awestruck.
“Yeah. Your crush wants to hang out with you,” Jeongguk laughed.
“Speaking of crushes, you said you liked someone else,” Jimin said, abruptly changing the subject and, leaning closer, murmuring, “It’s Taehyung, isn’t it?”
Now it was Jeongguk’s turn to be surprised and he pulled away, gaping at Jimin who started laughing at his reaction.
“Y-yes but how-“
Jimin didn’t let him finish, eyes suddenly widening as he fell silent beside Jeongguk, staring at something behind him and Jeongguk spun around to see the something Jimin was looking at. Make that someone. Taehyung was standing right behind Jeongguk and the expression on his face told Jeongguk that he’d heard everything. 
“I’m…I’m going to go find Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin remarked, quietly before splashing away.
In a heartbeat, Taehyung was also climbing out of the pool and throwing his jacket on, walking away from Jeongguk, who found himself following the older boy into the house and up the stairs, calling his name in a panic. Taehyung, who seemed to know Jeongguk was following him, led him into a small bedroom upstairs and Jeongguk shut the door once they were both in the room. Only then did he dare talk.
“Taehyung, I-“ he began, wanting to explain and save himself from rejection, from the tension that was already thick in the air.
“Is it true?” Taehyung interrupted, voice low and so sharp that it made Jeongguk flinch because, as hot as it sounded, it was also scary having never heard such a tone coming from Taehyung in his life
“I-is what true?” He asked, feigning ignorance.
“That you love me?”
So he really had heard. In the back of Jeongguk’s mind, he’d hoped that somehow, by some chance, Taehyung hadn’t heard the conversation, had only seen the kiss, had only wanted to get all the details and squeal and congratulate Jeongguk on getting a kiss from his fake crush. But no. He’d heard everything and now Jeongguk had no choice but to tell him the truth.
“Y-yes. Yes, it’s true. I love you. What about it?” Jeongguk revealed, trying to keep his voice firm.
He fully expected Taehyung to reject him and to tell him how awkward this was going to make their friendship now. Jeongguk wished he hadn’t even talked to Jimin let alone let him get so close. But instead, Taehyung took a step closer and suddenly, his hand was on Jeongguk’s cheek, fingers sliding down and tracing his jawline. Jeongguk didn’t move. He couldn’t breathe, eyes fixed on Taehyung, their faces so close and yet so painfully distant.
“Say it again,” Taehyung murmured, breath soft on Jeongguk’s face. 
“Say what?” Jeongguk asked, knowing very well what.
Taehyung’s hand moved to Jeongguk’s chin, thumb sliding over his lower lip and tugging down gently, fingers pressing into his skin, other hand making its way onto Jeongguk’s hip, making the younger boy shiver at the action.
“Say. It. Again,” Taehyung repeated, speaking each word slowly and deliberately.
 “I love you. There. Satisfied? Are you done playing with my feelings now?” Jeongguk snapped, suddenly furious as he forcefully and very reluctantly pushed Taehyung’s hands away. “Seriously, Taehyung. When did you become such a heartless-“
Jeongguk meant well. He meant to give Taehyung the lecture of a lifetime for how he was mindlessly stringing him along. He had every intention to yell at his best friend and walk out of the room. But Taehyung kissed him. Tilted Jeongguk’s chin up and pressed their lips together gently in the lightest feather soft touch. Every well meaning intention slipped Jeongguk’s mind as he tried to understand just why this was happening. He wanted to give in. He did but what if Taehyung had too much to drink? What if this was all a mistake? He’d probably regret it in the morning, calling Jeongguk to apologize for kissing him unannounced and asking if things were still good between them. Jeongguk clenched his fists and made the reluctant decision to pull away from Taehyung. He opened his mouth to ask why that had just happened, to ask if Taehyung was drunk because if he was, Jeongguk knew he’d have to be the one to drag him home. But before he could get a word out, Taehyung interrupted.
“I know what you’re thinking but I’m not drunk, Jeongguk,” he said, firmly. “I know what I’m doing and”-he leaned closer-”I’m not going to regret it.
It wasn’t quite a confirmation or a confession but it was enough for Jeongguk to let go of his worries at least for the moment and pull Taehyung back in, wrapping his arms around the older boy’s neck, hesitantly, and taking advantage of the position they were in.
“Did I say anything, hyung?” He breathed, eyes meeting Taehyung’s.
The room fell quiet as they simply stared at each other. Taehyung was the first to move, answering Jeongguk’s question by closing the thin space between them. This time, the force with which their lips crashed together drove Jeongguk up against the wall behind him and his mind went blank as he kissed Taehyung back with just as much fervor. Jeongguk wasn’t even thinking about what he was doing anymore. His mind was fuzzy and all he could feel was an overwhelming surge of want, drowning out everything else around them. When Taehyung lifted Jeongguk off his feet, Jeongguk broke the kiss with a gasp, legs wrapping around Taehyung’s waist and letting the wall support him as he stared down at Taehyung who looked confused by Jeongguk’s reaction.
“You want me to stop?” He asked, softly, breathlessly.
Jeongguk shook his head, hands finding their way to Taehyung’s collar and pulling the elder closer again, not even caring how desperate he seemed. He’d wanted this for so long. He’d wanted Taehyung more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. Leaning down, his mouth met Taehyung’s for the third time, slowly and languidly, taking the time to memorize the feeling, savoring the strawberry chapstick taste of Taehyung’s lips against his. He brought one hand up to cup the elder’s face, gently while the other hand gripped the fabric of Taehyung’s jacket as he deepened the kiss. Taehyung whimpered, arms tightening around Jeongguk’s waist and keeping him from falling.
“Tae-” Jeongguk murmured but cut himself off with his own moan when Taehyung bit down on his lip to silence him, pushing him harder against the wall.
Jeongguk promptly shut up and didn’t try to speak again, allowing Taehyung to drive his lips apart with another fierce kiss, shivering with excitement when Taehyung licked into his mouth, greedily, hand sliding under Jeongguk’s shirt and moving against the small of his back. At the cold touch, Jeongguk felt like a fire had ignited his whole body, spreading a tingling warmth through his arms, legs, and other places. He pressed himself against Taehyung, trying to get as close as humanly possible but, in desperate need of oxygen, he was forced to pull away, panting for air. Like a magnet, Taehyung’s lips followed Jeongguk’s retreating ones and it took his whole self restraint to keep from diving back in.
“Tae...hyung...I can’t...I can’t breathe,” he managed to gasp out.
Taehyung just gave him an incredulous look, tipped Jeongguk’s chin up, and dipped his head to press a long kiss to Jeongguk’s neck, nipping at the now exposed skin. Jeongguk’s breath hitched in his throat at the action, fingers curling into Taehyung’s collar and letting another soft moan escape his lips.
“...Tae...you-“ he started to murmur when Taehyung moved up to kiss the corner of mouth, tongue poking out, teasingly.
Jeongguk couldn’t take it. In seconds, he’d flipped Taehyung around until their positions were reversed and kissed the elder hard, earning a little but satisfying noise of surprise from Taehyung. They’d just gotten back into another heated make-out session when a different voice came wafting up the stairs and footsteps could be heard on the landing coming straight for the very room they were in. Jeongguk shot Taehyung a panicked look, both of them recognizing Taehyung’s girlfriend. They managed to pull away and untangle themselves just as she barged in, giving them both the most suspicious glares. 
“What are you doing here, baby cakes? I’ve been looking for you for the past half hour or so!” She whined, latching onto Taehyung’s arm and still staring rather curiously at Jeongguk.
“We were just...uh...talking,” Taehyung stammered and Jeongguk nodded, quickly, hoping the girl didn’t notice how red his and Taehyung’s faces were.
“Okay. Well, smoochy face, can you come and play a card game with me and some of my friends. They’re dying to meet you,” the girl pleaded and Taehyung glanced at Jeongguk, helplessly before allowing his clingy girlfriend to drag him out of the room.
As he left, Taehyung glanced back, motioning for Jeongguk to call him later and Jeongguk nodded, mutely, listening to their retreating footsteps before sinking onto the floor in absolute disbelief at what had just happened. His mind had pretty much deserted him, letting his feelings take control but now, thinking back, Jeongguk realized with horror that if anyone found out, it could ruin everything. And it wasn’t really himself Jeongguk was worried about. It was Taehyung. The older boy had a reputation, a girlfriend, a politician father at stake and Jeongguk had mindlessly risked it all just so he could feel what it was like to kiss Taehyung. Stupid, he thought to himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He decided to leave, then and there,  somehow managing to sneak out of the house without being seen by Taehyung. The next day, he called Taehyung multiple times but nobody picked up or answered any of the texts Jeongguk sent. 
Now he was sitting alone at home, wondering if his intuition had been right and Taehyung really was regretting everything that had happened. Suddenly Jeongguk’s phone pinged.
We need to talk. Sleepover tonight?
~
Jeongguk had never been more nervous to meet Taehyung in his life. He knocked on the back door he had always used when he visited Taehyung and it was only a moment's wait until Taehyung was opening the door, barefooted, hair messy and damp, and with a towel swung over his shoulder. He looked beautiful. As always.
“Hey,” he said, softly.
“Hey.”
Taehyung led Jeongguk upstairs to his room, both of them walking in silence. Upstairs in Taehyung’s room, Jeongguk sat down on the bed, gingerly, watching as Taehyung moved around the room, hanging up his towel and tidying up a bit. Finally, he turned to Jeongguk with a soft smile, looking a bit guilty and apologetic.
“I’m sorry.”
Jeongguk had been ready for an apology but it still hurt and he still flinched, clenching his fists together and trying to keep from bursting into tears.
“Yeah. I know. It was...a long night. I get it,” he replied, quietly.
“No. I should have been more responsible. It’s not your fault,” Taehyung said, moving to sit next to Jeongguk.
Jeongguk nodded in response, forcing a smile but failing to keep a few tears from sliding down his face. He mentally cursed himself for not being able to handle his emotions better, especially in front of Taehyung.
“Hey, hey. Why are you crying? Stop crying. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have gone with Min-su and left you alone. I should have called you back too,” Taehyung apologized, reaching over and wiping Jeongguk’s tears away with the back of his hand.
Jeongguk looked up at that, eyes widening in surprise. So Taehyung was just talking about how he’d left with his girlfriend after she’d come barging in on them and how he hadn’t texted or called. He wasn’t talking about what Jeongguk thought he was talking about.
“You...you’re just apologizing for that?” Jeongguk squeaked out and Taehyung gapped at him.
“Yeah. What did you think I was apologizing for?” Taehyung asked in confusion. 
“The...uh...when we...um...kissed,” Jeongguk stammered, flustered just by mentioning it.
“No. No, no, no. Jeongguk, why would I apologize for that? I thought I made it clear,” Taehyung faltered, scooting closer to Jeongguk and taking his hand.
“You...did, yes...but you never said anything,” Jeongguk muttered, finding himself playing with Taehyung’s fingers, mindlessly.
“You want me to say something? Fine, Guk, I’ll say something. I’ll say everything I should have told you from the start,” Taehyung agreed, grabbing Jeongguk’s shoulders and spinning him around until they were sitting face to face on the bed.
“First of all,” Taehyung began, “about Min-su. I don’t love her. Never have. But my parents know her parents and are forcing us to get married someday to join our families for business. Min-su loves the idea. I don’t.”
Jeongguk just stared at him in surprise. Sure, Taehyung’s parents, the mayor and his wife, were very well off. But Jeongguk would never have expected them to trade off their own son just to keep their name. Taehyung went on.
“Second of all, I know you think I’m straight and into girls and everything but I’m not. If I didn’t love you, I’d probably plead with my parents to marry Min-su’s brother, Bogum, instead and...what?”
“What did you say?” Jeongguk asked, softly.
“That I probably plead with my parents to-“ Taehyung began but Jeongguk cut him off again.
“No. Not that. Before that.”
“Oh. That I love you?”
Jeongguk nodded and Taehyung smirked, playfully, pushing Jeongguk back onto the pillows and straddling him, hands on each side of Jeongguk’s head.
“I told you I wasn’t going to regret it,” Taehyung murmured before leaning down and locking his lips with Jeongguk’s.
Jeongguk looped his arms around Taehyung’s neck and pulled him closer, whimpering when Taehyung slipped his tongue beyond Jeongguk’s lips, exploring each other, hungrily. When Jeongguk tried to grip the fabric of Taehyung’s shirt, Taehyung took his hands and pinned them above his head, the elder’s own hands holding Jeongguk down onto the mattress as he leaned down to press chaste kisses to the side of Jeongguk’s neck, The action forced a light moan to escape Jeongguk’s lips and he had to bite his lip to keep quiet, remembering they probably weren’t alone in the house. But when Taehyung found his soft spot and bit down onto his skin, slightly, it was just too good for Jeongguk not to make a sound.
“Ah-hhh...T-Tae...stop...you’ll get us in trouble,” he whimpered, squirming a little underneath Taehyung.
“You just can’t resist, can you?” Taehyung teased, kissing the mark he’d just made on Jeongguk’s skin.
“No. I can’t,” Jeongguk pouted up at Taehyung.
Taehyung laughed, leaning back down and peppering Jeongguk’s face with kisses until he just had to giggle, accepting the shower of affection from Taehyung without any more protest. Suddenly, the door swung open and the two boys didn’t have enough time to jump apart before Taehyung’s cousin, Jin, walked in, stopping short just inside the room. Jeongguk knew him quite well as he’d often joined in for movies and game nights with Taehyung and Jeongguk and now he stood in the doorway, looking like he’d just seen a ghost.
“Tae…hyung? Jeongguk?” he faltered, eyes wide in surprise.
“Hyung, this-“ Taehyung began but Jin cut him off.
“-isn’t what it looks like? Oh, Taehyung, it’s exactly what it looks like.”
Taehyung glanced at Jeongguk, both of them expecting Jin to go off on them and scold them and tell the whole world Taehyung had cheated on his girlfriend with Jeongguk. But instead, Jin’s face broke into a delighted smile.
“I’m so happy for you!” he exclaimed, jumping up and down and completely taking Taehyung and Jeongguk by surprise.
“You...you are?” Taehyung faltered and Jin nodded.
“Sure! I always knew you’d get together someday. I was just waiting for it to happen. I really am so very happy for you and I swear I won’t tell a soul until you’re ready for people to know,” Jin explained and Taehyung’s eyes widened.
“Really?”
“Really. Anything to make my little cousin..well, cousins now, happy,” Jin sang before winking at them. “Now forget I was ever here.”
With that he snuck quietly out the door and left Taehyung and Jeongguk to stare at each other in surprise before collapsing in a fit of relieved giggles.  
“Now. Where were we?” Taehyung asked when they had both recovered from the minor Jin jumpscare.
“Hmmm. I couldn’t keep quiet because you were kissing me senseless. Sound about right?” Jeongguk replied, giving Taehyung an innocent smile.
“Right.”
That goes without saying that they spent the majority of the evening caught up in a bit more than just a heated makeout session. And that also goes without saying that the next morning, Jeongguk was on cloud nine waking up to Taehyung snuggled up in his arms. He decided that sure, life gave him a tough few years but in the end, it was all worth it for the beautiful boy with puppy dog eyes laying beside him.
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