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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐭 | 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊. 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

Pairing: Namjoon/Jimin/Jungkook/F Reader Word count: 5.2k Warnings: unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, oral, choking, double penetration, throat fucking, voyeurism (sort of)

a/n: hi so um this is unedited and probs littered with typos

"I'm not sure this is such a good idea, guys..." you whined as they shoved their tents and overnight bags into the back of their cars, Jungkook and Tae both attempting to shove each other in at the same time.

"Um...she's got a point," Hoseok stood beside you, quivering like the terrified little child you also were. Both of you just didn't see the up side of spending Halloween night in the middle of the woods, around a campfire telling scary stories. How dumb could you get?

"I mean didn't you guys ever watch Friday 13th? Kids getting killed at some camp in the middle of the woods? We're just asking for trouble," you protest as Jungkook yanks your bag out of your grasp to add it to the pile.

"Don't be a whimp, y/n," he teased. You hit out at his shoulder playfully.

"Aww, is my little pumpkin scared?" Jimin wraps an arm around your shoulder, using his overtly sexual charm to lighten the mood. He's constantly flirting with you, making passes that could come off sleazy but because it's Jimin, it's strangely charming. "I'll keep you safe, y/n. Maybe me and you should share a tent, hmm?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"I'd rather get eaten by a werewolf, Jimin-ah," you grimace, pushing him off you with a smug smile as Yoongi scoffs at the idea.

"Well, if you wanna be eaten, I can arrange tha-"

"Ew. Stop," you hold a hand up to him, interrupting him. He laughed at you and got into the car.

"It'll be fun, y/n. Nothing to be scared of, I promise," Joon shut the trunk to the car he was designated to drive, turning to you with a reassuring smile. Now him, you could believe.

Taking a deep breath, you joined the rest of the group in climbing into one of the cars - Jin's car - and setting off on your Halloween adventure.

*****

After the debacle that was trying to set up the two large tents in the middle of the forest whilst the sun set and daylight became scarce, you were having even larger doubts about the night to come.

Jimin had - of course - been teasing you with mild sexual advances the entire time, while Namjoon tried to reign him in (to no avail, of course.) Jungkook and Tae had thought it would be a wonderful idea to sword fight with the tent poles rather than actually use them to hold the damn tents up. Jin had lost his patience with the maknae's more times than you could count on one finger, whilst Hobi and Yoongi surprisingly actually attempted to help with the set ups.

You had tried to lend a hand, interrupting the sword fighting and snatching the poles back before Jin blew a blood vessel in his neck, but that only turned the pair on you. They thought trying to freak you out with google searches about murders paranormal phenomenon in the woods was a marvellous idea, when actually it was making you more anxious than you let on.

By the time the tents were actually in place, the sun was already half-tucked under the horizon, glowing an astounding red colour that seemed just a little too apt for the Halloween atmosphere. It cast a blood orange glow through the trees and illuminated the dying leaves so brilliantly, you had to snap a few shots for instagram.

Namjoon suggested getting a large campfire going, and setting up a few lanterns outside the tents. You had eagerly jumped up from your camping chair to help, ready to get as much light surrounding you as possible. And once the campfire was lit, the eight of you surrounded it to cook some food and drink, as was the plan. You had hoped that by your fourth or fifth beer you may have started to care a little less about your current predicament; sat in the forest in the dark on Halloween night with seven of your closest friends.

And you had been right, until...

"Okay can we start with the scary stories, now?" Jungkook whined, clearly bored with the Love Yourself tour as the topic of conversation. He wanted the spooky stories; it's why they came after all, right?

"Alright but make them good. If they're not actually scary, what's the point?" Yoongi grumbled, tucked under 3 different fleece blankets he had brought with him for his personal use only.

"Don't worry hyung, this is gonna scare the shit out of you," he rubbed his hands together with exaggerated glee, making shifty eye contact with everybody to emphasise his point. "So this happened at my old high school..." Jungkook dove into his story with dramatic reenactments, accents, even sound effects as he told the story of the masked man who crept around the grounds, and how if you ever looked into his eyes he would come after you while you slept that night.

You could help cowering into your blanket, only your eyes popping out of the top of the burrito you'd created for yourself. Every snap of a twig in the distance or rustle of leaves had you jumping like a fish out of water. Hobi had moved his chair as close to you as possible to cling onto your side, cowering just as much as you. With each of Jungkook's sudden outbursts and jump scares, he buried his face in your hair and gripped onto you tighter, as if you were in any position to make him feel better.

Once Jungkook had finished scaring the shit out of the pair of you, Yoongi decided to go one better. He was unfazed by Jungkook's attempt to scare the group and decided to tell one that was a little too close to home...

A story about a little girl who got lost in the woods, mauled to death by wolves, and creeps up on unsuspecting hikers and campers, begging them to help her escape but actually leading you to the same pack of wolves w. Had you been paying attention to anything other than Yoongi, you may have noticed Jimin get up and wander off. However, it wasn't until you heard Jin's worried 'where did Jimin-ssi go?' that you had looked up to see his empty chair.

Panic flooded through you, the whole group looking out into the dark veil of the forest to try and find him, but nothing...

Just as you turned your head to look behind you, you heard a panic-inducing growl, like some kind of wolf directly behind you. You jumped up, as did Hobi who still clung to your side, and crumbled to the floor in a pile of you, him and blankets.

The pair of you hugged each other, shaking with pure fear and waiting for the inevitable death you felt coming, but all you heard was a very, very familiar laugh.

Looking up, you saw Jimin, screeching with laughter, holding his stomach and rolling on the floor like he always did when he laughed so hard.

"JIMIN-AAAHHHH!!" you shouted, absolutely livid that he would do that to you and Hobi.

"Fucking asshole!" you stood up, brushing the leaves and dirt off your clothes and blankets, before hitting out at him. Hard.

"Ow, y/n that hurt..." he whined like a child in his thick satoori accent.

"Serves you right!" Hobi scolded, equally as pissed as you.

"Fuck this, I'm going to bed. Enjoy your night," you spat, pissed off and ready to leave. You stomped over to your designated tent, zipping the hatch closed with as much anger as it takes to slam an actual door.

From inside, you could hear the muttering of the boys scolding Jimin.

"Jimin you idiot, you know she was already freaked out about coming here..." Namjoon whisper shouted.

"That was a little too far, Chim..." Tae mumbled.

"You just had to fucking terrify her, didn't you?" Yoongi didn't bother to lower his voice.

"Hey, you were the ones telling the stories!" he argued, but Hobi clapped back.

"Still it wasn't funny, Jimin. She's not gonna sleep now and neither am I, you jackass."

You felt a little guilty that Jimin was getting so much shit for scaring you. It wasn't really fair; he was trying to have some fun, you guess...

"I think we should probably just get into our tents... I'm calling it a night. Jimin maybe you should sleep in the other tent tonight..." Jin suggested, trying to remain soft. He knew how much Jimin liked you and he'd never do anything he thought would actually hurt you.

You poked your head out of the tent and the boys all turned in unison.

"It's fine, Jin. Just freaked me out, that's all." Jimin smiled apologetically at you, kicking the ground with a newfound shyness. "Get in here, asshole. And whoever else we're sharing with." You rolled your eyes and settled back down on your blow up mattress.

You were sharing with Jimin, Namjoon and Jungkook. The others were in the tent opposite, but still close enough that you could hear Tae's deep vibrato snores at 3:42am. And it was keeping you awake.

That, and the underlying anxiety in the pit of your stomach about sleeping in the woods on Halloween night.

Looking around the tent, you could make out the dark silhouette of Jungkook, who had flung his leg over Joon's and was cradling him like a monkey hugging a tree trunk. In the years you had known the boys, you knew Jungkook was a cuddler. It was cute but in the times you had shared a bed, highly inconvenient.

Joon didn't seem to mind, soft little snores coming from him, laying on his back and fast asleep. Jimin was next to you, on the other side. He was facing you, but in the dark it was difficult to make out his sleeping face. You could barely see his features, just his frame rising and falling in rhythm with his breaths.

You lay awake, staring up at the fabric of the ceiling and flinching at every little noise your heightened hearing picked up on. You really couldn't wait until sunrise. Only a few hours to go...

You let out a deep, breathy sigh, aggravated at your lack of sleep and ability to fall into it.

"Hey..." a soft whisper from Jimin's side had you flinching away from him yet again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..." he whispered again.

"I-it's okay... I just thought you were asleep," you whispered back, turning your body to face him in the dark.

"Nope. I can't... I feel bad, y/n. I'm sorry I scared you."

"It's okay..."

"You're still awake because I freaked you out. I wanna make it better..." he shuffled a little closer to you, lightly tracing circles on the back of your hand with his finger.

"Jimin, this isn't the time for your ridiculous flirting," you scoffed.

"No, no... I'm not trying to do that. Just wanted to help, I'm sorry." He rolled onto his back, removing his finger from your hand and placing his hands behind his head. You sighed, feeling like an asshole. You know Jimin wouldn't ever actually try anything, no matter how much you sort of, kind of, completely, not really, but definitely wanted him to not be joking...

You both lay in silence for a few moments, before you inched closer to him, resting your head on his chest and getting comfortable. Jimin was still your friend. A good one. And he could still comfort you when you felt scared...

After a moment of confusion, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body closer to him, snuggling into you and protecting you from absolutely nothing other than your own fear.

"You're not always an asshole," you joked. He chuckled at that, squeezing you a little in his arms.

"I know I go too far sometimes. If I make you uncomfortable, just say. I'll stop, I promise."

You shifted a little uncomfortably, knowing that if he were ever serious, you'd jump at the chance. Who could blame you, though? You weren't stupid; Jimin was gorgeous. And you were only human...

Spending your time with seven heartbreakingly beautiful men meant that you were more than a little, shall we say, hard up...

"You don't make me uncomfortable, Jimin... I just-" you stopped yourself before you went any further. This was not a good idea.

"You just, what?" he probed. Damnit.

"I just wonder sometimes if you're serious or joking. Sometimes it's hard to tell." Jimin hummed beneath you as he thought for a moment.

"Would it make a difference if I was serious?" he asked, no humorous tone to it at all.

"M-maybe..." you stuttered, the tension in the air starting to thicken. His grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly as your reply.

"Do you want me to try?" he lifted your chin to look up at him in the dark, speaking so softly and delicately through hooded eyes as the first embers of desire started to burn inside him.

You nodded slightly, lips parted as his got a little closer, almost touching...

"Jimin, I-" before you could say anything, he had planted a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. The pair of you pushed against each other, slowly but surely deepening your kiss as lips parted and moulded together. When Jimin pulled back, your lips followed him, trying to reconnect so desperately. In the dark, you could just see the outline of a smirk on his face.

"Do you want me, y/n?" he whispered, still trying to keep quiet to not disturb the other two men you were sharing the tent with, let alone the four in close proximity just across from you in the other tent.

"B-but... the others?" you protested weakly as Jimin pushed your shoulder to lay you flat, hovering above you.

"You'll just have to be quiet, won't you?" he teased, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips, soft but so heated you could feel your blood rushing to your cheeks. "Do you want me?" he muttered against your lips between kisses, just starting to use his tongue against you.

"Mmhmm," you hummed in approval, weak to his advances and knowing that you truly did want him.

"Say it, y/n. I wanna hear you say it," he mumbled against you again, starting to leave open mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck...

"I want you, Jimin. So much..."

He wasted no time at all pulling your blankets back and helping you shuffle out of your underwear and of the fleece pyjama bottoms you wore to keep you warm. The cold fall air immediately hit your skin, a layer of goosebumps raising immediately.

Jimin noticed, wrapping the blankets around himself and over you in the process as his mouth attached to the soft skin below your belly button, leaving sloppy, wet kisses down towards the warmth of your pussy.

With Jimin hidden beneath the blanket, you couldn't see what he was doing but god, could you feel it as he inched closer and closer to where you needed his mouth most.

Finally, his mouth covered the mound of your pussy, leaving a sloppy wet kiss to it before using his tongue to give between your folds to find your clit.

You had to slap your hand over your mouth to stop a moan escaping. Whatever he was doing with his tongue as he attacked your clit felt incredible, like nothing you could ever mimic with your own fingers or toys.

Jimin's hands slid under your thighs, coming around to hold them apart as he dipped his head further down to tease your entrance. He'd imagined how you'd taste so many times, but he never imagined you'd be this sweet, lapping up your juices as the arousal pooled right before his eyes.

His mouth re-attached to your clit as he slowly slid two fingers inside you with no warning, the sudden stretch not unpleasant in any way but completely heavenly. You were already so turned on your pussy welcomed him. You had to bite down on your hand to stop another long, loud moan escaping but you couldn't help the small mewl that slipped past.

You both heard and felt him chuckle against you as he started to curl his fingers inside you, finding that spot the had your body jolting up the air-mattress with a squeak. Jimin held you down by his free hand on your thigh, his fingers digging into the muscle almost painfully.

With his mouth and his fingers working their magic on you, you found it so difficult to keep quiet, soft little moans and whimpers slipping past your lips as your hands fell to clutch the blanket where Jimin's head was protruding. Even more so when he quickened the pace of his fingers, tapping at the sweet spot inside you harder than before.

Just as you were about to let a deep, loud groan emit from your throat, a hand clasped over your mouth to stop you.

Your eyes snapped open, suddenly very aware of the hand inside you, the hand on your thigh, and the hand on your mouth... That was too many hands...

You looked to your side and saw Namjoon looking down at you, his eyes standing out in the dark as he stared, lips parted and lids heavy with lust. Your eyes widened in horror; you'd been caught.

Jimin, unaware of the situation beneath the blanket, continued to assault your cunt bringing you closer and closer to a climax as Namjoon continued to stare down into your eyes, watching as you became more and more panicked the closer you got.

As the pressure built in your abdomen you couldn't help the moans that were muffled by Joon's hand from erupting. Your hips bucked from the air-mattress and hand flailed about trying to grab onto something when your orgasm finally hit. Jimin didn't stop, his tongue still dancing slowly against you as your hips moved, riding his face as you came down.

Namjoon just grinned as he looked down into your face, watching the tears that had rolled out of your eyes from the intensity of your orgasm fall down the sides of your face.

Just as Jimin was about to sit up, the blanket covering both him and your modesty was ripped off the pair of you. But you hadn't moved. Jimin hadn't moved. Namjoon hadn't moved.

Looking up, you saw Jungkook's dimly lit form sat on his knees, blanket in his hand, smirking impishly down at Jimin who was still between your legs.

He looked up, making eye contact with all three of you and only now realising that he had been caught. The game was up.

"Oh, fuck..." he cursed, hiding his face against your thigh as he laughed a little, embarrassed.

"What the hell, Jimin?" Jungkook sounded offended, almost peeved at his hyung. "We promised." Huh?

Namjoon lifted his hand from your mouth, using it to push a strand of hair back past your ear.

"Promised what?" you demanded, confused.

"Uh... we kind of, um..." Jimin sat up onto his knees, still between yours, and scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"We all made a promise that none of us would make any real moves on you, y/n," Namjoon finished for him, bluntly stating a fact.

"What?!" you asked, surprised. "All of you?"

"Yeah, we had like, a group meeting about it..." Jungkook laughed, realising now how stupid it sounded aloud. "You've no idea how difficult it's been."

"Y-you all..."

"Wanna fuck you, y/n." Namjoon, again with the bluntness. It seemed that perhaps he was a little too affected by watching you cum to put on any airs or graces. "And Jimin had the fucking audacity to break a pact, right in front of us..." he emphasised his disbelief.

"Wh-what if... what if I let you?" you asked, suddenly shy as all three boys stared intently at you.

"Let us what?" Jungkook asked.

"Fuck me... I-I want you to."

They didn't need to be told twice.

Namjoon immediately attacked your lips, harshly forcing his own onto you with such bruising force you had to use all your strength to push back for some control. The hand he had used to cover your face was now around your neck, applying just enough pressure to send your heart racing and adrenaline flooding through you.

Jungkook immediately undressed, throwing his pyjamas off to one side and using a hand to pump his already hardened length a few times. Jimin sat up to, removing his own clothing.

Namjoon sat back, beckoning to Jungkook; already he had taken control of the situation, governing who would get to do what to you. You loved it, watching his dongsaengs willingly submit to their hyung knowing he was in charge.

Namjoon moved out of the way, sitting back and palming himself through his sweats he wore to bed and watching as Jungkook knelt beside your head and pressed the tip of his cock to your lips.

Gladly, you opened up for him, innocently staring up into his eyes as he pushed the head of his cock into your mouth. He moaned as he felt your tongue on the underside of his cock, the warmth and wetness the most incredible feeling he had felt in so long. He hissed as he bottomed out, feeling your throat muscles constrict around him.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well..." he muttered, drawing his hips back and slowly pushing in again. This time you hollowed your cheeks, creating a drag against his cock that had him leaning forward over you, rest on his fists and using his upper body strength to keep from falling over completely.

Namjoon moved to sit next to Jimin, hungrily eyeing up your pussy that was still glistening with the sweetest glaze.

"Jiminie, how did she taste?" he asked, not bothering to look up at him.

"Like fucking cotton candy, hyung," he mused. Namjoon hummed in approval as Jimin moved out of the way, letting Joon dip his head between your legs and lick a long, wet stripe against your slit. You moaned as much as you could with Jungkook's cock in your throat, the vibrations setting his nerves alight.

"Ah, shit... Make her moan again, hyung."

Using his fingers, Joon spread your pussy open to him again, dipping his tongue into your entrance. The intrusion felt incredible, another moan vibrating deep in your throat. Jungkook growled and thrust his hips a little faster, chasing the feeling.

Jimin sat to one side, stroking his own cock in a steady rhythm, watching his best friends use you the way he wanted to. It was such a turn on, his cock leaking pre-cum at the sight.

"Oh fuck, Jimin you gotta feel this..." Jungkook sat back on his heels, letting Jimin take up position on the opposite side of your head as you turned to face him, mouth wide open. He sank his cock deep into your throat as another throaty moan left your lips at something Namjoon was doing with his fingers on your clit.

"Shit..." his hand stroked your cheek, feeling the bulge under the skin where his cock pressed against the inside of your mouth. "B-baby, can I fuck your throat?" He sounded so desperate, you couldn't say no to him.

You nodded your head, looking up at him with doe eyes. Jimin started to piston his hips, slowly at first but gaining pace as he chased that intense feeling of pleasure your throat constricting gave him. You gagged a little, but it wasn't unbearable and the lewd noises of your wet mouth was starting to affect everybody.

Namjoon stopped to undress himself before spreading your thighs and kneeling between them, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick to ready himself. You were so desperate for him to fill you up, you moaned as loud as you could with your mouth full to encourage him.

"Wait, I have an idea..." Namjoon stopped, gripping onto your waist and flipping you onto your front. "Jungkook, get under her." He did as he was told, the both of you moving to let Jungkook lie underneath you. "We're both gonna fuck you, y/n, okay?" he whispered in your ear. Your eyes widened at the idea, the thought of being stretched to your limits, filled with both of them.

"I-I don't know if I can..." your voice shook with nerves until Jungkook interrupted you with a finger to your lips.

"We'll take care of you, princess. You trust us, right?" he asked. You nodded. And then slowly, Jungkook positioned himself at your entrance and pushed into you, filling your pussy up. You gasped at the feeling, wondering how on earth you were supposed to take Namjoon as well. He wasn't exactly small...

Jungkook started to move, his hips lifting and bucking up into yours, enjoying the feeling of your walls constricting around him.

"Gonna use a finger now, sweetie. Okay?" Namjoon whispered in your ear again, leaning over your back now that you were on all fours. You nodded, nervous.

As he slid in his finger alongside Jungkook's cock, you couldn't help but bite your lip. The added little stretch felt so good, albeit a little painful. It was nothing you couldn't get used to though, and soon he had added a second, pumping them into you with the same rhythm as Jungkook was thrusting into you.

It didn't seem to bother either Namjoon of Jungkook that they were both intruding on each other. If anything, Jungkook seemed to enjoy it even more. And Jimin... god, he was in awe of you. How you could take both of his friends like this, and how you were about to be filled even more so by them both... He had to use his hand on himself, turned on far too much to be able to sit still.

"Okay, you ready baby?" Namjoon asks, slipping his fingers out of you, spitting into his hand and lathering his cock up with enough lubricant to ease into you.

"Y-yes... please," you begged, needed to feel full, needing to feel the stretch.

Jungkook stopped moving, patiently waiting and pressing little kisses to your neck as you hovered above him. Carefully, Joon pushed his cock into you, the tightness compressing against both him and Jungkook.

"F-fuck..." you cried out. Jimin immediately leaned forward, cupping your face and searching for any sign you wanted to stop this. You didn't, you just needed a minute.

"You okay, y/n?" he asked. You nodded.

"J-just gimme a second," you stuttered.

"Of course, baby. Whatever you need," Joon cooed from behind you, drawing circles on the curve of your back as you got used to the intrusion.

After a few moments, you nodded, signalling both boys to move. Without even communicating, the pair of them found a rhythm that worked not only for you, but for each other too.

"Fuck, this feels better than I thought," Joon groaned, loving not only the tightness of your cunt but the way Jungkook felt against him too. This was new territory for them both but god damn, they were loving it.

With a comfortable rhythm mapped out, you were now feeling nothing but pure fucking bliss as both the men hit spots inside you that you didn't know existed until now. You had nowhere to hide now, completely stretched to your limits and your walls constricted with each pulse of pleasure they gave you.

"Jimin, come here," you looked up at him, never wanting to leave him out. He shuffled forward, and you happily took his cock in your mouth, the movement of both Joon and Jungkook fucking into you propelling you forward and back enough to engulf Jimin's cock and bob your head along his length.

Jungkook and Joon never relented, not even when the pleasure built up so dramatically inside you you were practically crying out, tears slipping down your cheeks just because it felt so. damn. good.

You knew you were close, you could feel that coil tightening inside you.

"F-fuck, y/n. Gonna cum..." Jimin groaned, throwing his head back. "Can I? In here?" he tapped your cheek and you nodded, using your tongue as a weapon against him and bringing him closer to his end quicker and quicker, until he released inside your mouth, a deep growl emitting from his throat. His hot cum filled your mouth, so much of it you almost had trouble keeping it in until you swallowed it, every last drop.

Jimin sat back, out of breath and weak from his orgasm as the two other men continued to fuck into you, your own orgasm so fucking close.

"J-Joon I can't hold on much longer... Should I pull out?" Jungkook asked his hyung, unsure of the boundaries in this situation.

"I don't mind if you don't, Kook," he grunted, his thrusts getting a little harder, hands gripping onto your hips.

"Wanna cum inside my princess. Would you like that?" He brought his hands to your face, making you look down at him. You moaned in approval, biting your lips trying so hard to stave off your climax. "O-Oh fuck..." Jungkook stuttered, his rhythm faltering as his orgasm ripped through him, thick spurts of cum coating not only your walls, but Namjoon's cock at the same time.

The new layer of slick inside you gave Namjoon the edge he needed to get himself to his own end, motivating him to thrust harder and Jungkook stayed put, motionless and catching his breath.

"J-Joon, please..." you begged, needing that sweet release you were so close to.

"I know, baby. I'll get you there, I promise," he said, changing the angle of his hips to hit directly into your g-spot continuously, the tightness inside you getting unbearable. Just as Joon was about to lose his shit, your orgasm burst through you.

You fell forward onto Jungkook's chest, his arms catching you and holding you as your body shook and muscles convulsed, Joon still fucking you to get you through it with maximum feeling. Another few hard thrusts had him cumming too, spilling inside you as both he and Jungkook slipped out of you.

Joon sat back, panting like a dog in the sun, watching with glazed eyes as both his and Jungkook's cum dripped out of you onto the air mattress.

"Fuck," Jungkook was the first to speak, running his fingers through his own sweaty hair and looking at you lying on his chest, totally spent.

"Fuck, indeed," a new voice spoke, a hint of annoyance behind it. All four of you turned to look towards the hatch that was now unzipped, four very pissed off men looking in on the rest of you.

"Well, this really isn't fair," Tae grumbled.

"Wait, before you say anything..." Jimin held up his hand to the other four members of bangtan poking their heads into your tent.

"It's fine, Jimin," Jin spoke softly, interrupting him. "We'll let her get her breath back, before we get our turn..."

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the-sarcastic-trashmouth · 4 years

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You won’t be young forever

Summary: Eddie went down the steps, hearing the laughter of all his friends that seemed to set his thundering heart at ease. He glanced around to see them all seated around a tv watching Bill and Bev face off against each other. He felt the burning tears flood his vision as his mother screamed how they were all a bad influence on him.

“Eddie Spaghetti!” Richie exclaims from the recliner on the other side of the room, eyes glittering with happiness at the sight of his beloved standing there. “I--What’s wrong?” He asked, taking notice of the tear tracks running down his flushed face.

“Eddie? You okay?” Bev asked, pausing the game before standing up. She was ready to console him for whatever made him feel that way, but Eddie immediately made a B-line for Richie.

The Hawaiian shirt-wearing boy froze as he went to stand up only for Eddie to crawl into his lap and bury his face into Richie’s neck. He looked to the others who held matching faces of utter disbelief when a sob broke them from their shocked stupor. Richie’s face heated up as he slowly wrapped his arms around the shaking Hypochondriac.

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Eddie slammed the front door of the house, thumping quickly down the steps with a scowl of his face. The distant echo of his mother’s voice drilled heavily against his skull only furthering the crease in between his brows. He was grinding his teeth, knowing silently he’d pay for that later but honestly, at this point he could care least.

“I can’t believe her!” He snapped to no one in particular as he continued his way down the road towards Bill’s house where the other Losers were. “She acts like I’m not gonna be fucking eighteen soon! Dammit.” He hissed before scrubbing his hand over his face rather harshly.

Finally, he made it to the Denbrough home after a good ten-minute walk that would have been two had he used his bike. Still, he was glad for the time he could just stop to think so he could cool down before he met his friends. Sadly, that resulted in tears falling down his face as he tried to brush away the salted tracks of sorrow.

Eddie slowly trailed up the steps before knocking on the door as he dug into his pocket for his inhaler only to realize it was at home. He cursed himself mentally for leaving the house so quickly and forgetting his inhaler. He was about to turn around and head home when he jerks at the sound of the front door opening to reveal Mrs. Denbrough.

“Oh! Eddie, hey sweetheart, you here to see the others?” She asked before frowning at the sight of Eddie’s face. “What happened?” She reached out to cup his face when he flinched looking to the ground.

“Um… Nothing, and I am. May I go see them, please?” He asked, avoiding her gaze as she nods before stepping to the side with a gentle expression.

“They are downstairs in the basement. I think they were talking about playing some games.” She comments softly as Eddie nods in thanks before going for the basement door.

Eddie went down the steps, hearing the laughter of all his friends that seemed to set his thundering heart at ease. He glanced around to see them all seated around a tv watching Bill and Bev face off against each other. He felt the burning tears flood his vision as his mother screamed how they were all a bad influence on him.

“Eddie? You okay?” Bev asked, pausing the game before standing up. She was ready to console him for whatever made him feel that way, but Eddie immediately made a B-line for Richie.

“Hey, what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours, baby?” He asked softly into his ear so the others wouldn’t hear.

“Mom.” He responded back but gave nothing more as he choked on his own breath.

“Hey, breathe for me. Where’s your inhaler?” Richie asked worriedly when Eddie couldn’t take in air from how hard he was sobbing.

“Ho--Home.” He choked out as Richie cursed softly before looking up to Bev.

“My bag! Get my bag!” He exclaims when the red-head immediately scrambled for Richie’s school bag before handing it over. “Here.” Richie dug around for a moment before pulling out a spare inhaler. “Yes, it’s clean. No, I’ve never used it. Yes, I clean it every day in case you need it.” He assured quickly before Eddie could even try to question it.

Pressing the plastic tip to Eddie’s open mouth, Richie pushed down on the metal top to force the medicine down Eddie’s gasping throat. He did it a few more times before Eddie finally calmed down enough to be able to breathe properly on his own. Richie sighed in relief as Eddie tiredly slumped against him while Richie’s long, bony fingers caressed through his sweat-soaked locks.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered, slurring slightly as he switched to the other side of Richie’s neck so he wasn’t laying in his own snot and tears.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re okay… Jesus… You fucking scared the shit out of all of us.” He comments back as he ran a soothing hand up Eddie’s back. “You good now?” He questioned softly.

“Yeah, thanks, Rich.” He murmurs before his eyes fluttered shut as he listened to the rhymic sound of Richie’s heartbeat.

“What the fuck was that?” Stan demanded to Richie who sighed.

“That was a bad panic attack. Eddie has been getting them a lot recently.” He explains with a look of sorrow.

“He went immediately to you.” Bev pointed out when Richie’s face flushes again.

“Well, I’d fucking hope he’d come to me.” He huffs as Stan raised an eyebrow. “So things aren’t that great at home for either one of us. We usually go out to the clubhouse until dawn. Sometimes we go to my place and just shove a chair under the doorknob.” He comments.

“W--W--Why didn’t you tell us?” Bill asked, frowning gently.

“Because, one, I hate talking about my emotions. If I could die without making a peep about it… I fucking will. And two, it wasn’t my place to tell with Eddie.” He sighed, looking to Eddie’s relaxed face. He took notice of the bags that layered heavily under his eyes.

“You two seem really close.” Bev comments before a smirk spread across her face.

“Really close.” Stan points out, matching her smirk.

“Blow me.” Richie resorts before freezing as Eddie shifted but remained asleep.

“So, what’s going on at home? Richie, if this is only getting worse… We have to know what’s going on so we can help it.” Ben finally pipes up when Richie glanced down to Eddie.

“I… Fuck, okay… We all know Sonia is a complete cunt. Not that I’m not madly in love with her--” He’s cut off by Stan crossing his arms.

“Beep Beep, Richie. Fucking focus.” He huffed.

“Right, right. Um… Well, recently… she’s been really laying down the law on Eddie. She’ll belittle everyone here. Telling him how he’s going to be a washed-up nobody if he continues to hang out with us. He should find himself a girl so he can settle down. Like, he’s seventeen… Jesus.” He snapped before scrubbing at his temples.

“Why doesn’t Eddie fight back?” Mike frowns when Richie snorts.

“Are you fucking kidding me? The last time he raised his voice at her… She fucking slipped sleeping pills into his food and he slept for almost three days. After he woke up, she said if he ever did something like that again… She’d make sure he’d never leave. Besides, whenever Eddie tried to fight back… She’d use us against him. She’d threaten to never let him see us unless he did what she said. He would without question. He told me that we are his only escape.” He whispered.

Bev covered her mouth as tears threatened to form in her waterline while her clenching fists shook from anger. She glanced around to see the other Losers held matching expression of hatred and disgust for Eddie’s so-called mother. It pissed her off that she couldn’t help him since it could only result in Eddie getting hurt more.

“How long have you two been doing this?” She gestured to the two boys when Richie coughed into his fist.

“This… This is new. He’s not… He doesn’t always like being held when he breaks down like that. I mean… He’s held my hand before, but he’s never been bold enough to crawl into my lap like this.” Richie explains.

“It’s obvious that Eddie trusts you the most.” Ben smiles softly when Richie swallowed before slowly looking up to them.

“Well… Yeah, I’d hope he’d trust his boyfriend the most.” He comments as they all froze for a moment.

“Bullshit,” Stan whispered in disbelief.

“I am not actually. Uh… Yeah, that happened a little over a year ago. We’ve been keeping it on the down-low because my family is conservative and Eddie’s mom is a bitch. Also, he’s going to fucking off me when he finds out I told you guys. He wanted to wait… But the reason we didn’t tell you guys is that Eddie was scared and like… we’ve kissed one time. He got sick afterward… Don’t know if it’s because he thought kissing was gross, or kissing me was gross.” He shrugged before noticing Stan open his mouth. “Don’t answer that.” He comments sharply.

“You two have been dating for a year and none of us fucking noticed?” Bev asked in shock as Richie grins.

“That’s because Eddie threatened to break up with me if I so much as looked at him differently when we were with you guys. I’m not saying we don’t act like that when we aren’t around you guys. I just… we act like… this? When we’re alone.” He gestured to around to their hugging forms.

“I seriously can’t believe this.” She whispered in shock.

“I’m only surprised that it took them this fucking long.” Stan resorts before they all heard a small grunt coming from Eddie.

“Richie…” Eddie slurred, bleary eyes looking up to Richie who cast his gaze down to Eddie.

“Yeah?” He asked softly.

“I’m cold… My head is fucking killing me.” He grunted, holding at his pulsing head.

“I’m sure. Here.” He dug out his hoodie from his bag as Eddie sat up and slipped it on without a second thought. “As for the headache, sorry… I don’t have anything.” He murmurs when Eddie shrugs.

“Thanks.” He smiles as the sleeves swallowed his arms before he held it up to his nose. “Smells like you.” He giggles, making Richie’s heart swell.

Richie opened his mouth to remind Eddie where they were when Eddie leaned down and smacked their lips together. Richie and everyone froze before Eddie pouts when he pulls away, taking notice of his shocked expression.

Then Eddie’s brain finally clicked.

“Oh fuck… We’re at Bill’s.” He whispered as Richie smirks.

“Well Damn, Babe, had I known that you couldn’t wait until we got home to kiss I would have kissed you back.” He snorts, earning a slap to the chest by Eddie.

“Shut up! Oh my god!” He cried, turning to see his friends all smiling at him.

“You okay?” Bev asked softly as Eddie swallowed before pulling the hood over his head to hide his face.

“Come on, Eds. Don’t shut them out. They’re worried about you. Tell us what happened?” He begged, pulling the hood down to reveal Eddie’s flushed face.

“My mom won’t let me apply to any colleges. She says I should stay here… She doesn’t want me going out west with everyone else. Then we started arguing and she told me that you guys were brainwashing me and that you’re all nothing but trouble… Especially Richie.” He winced as he said it, taking note of the sad smile that spread across Richie’s face.

“That’s bullshit! You’re going to be eighteen soon. She can’t fucking control that.” Stan gritted out.

“St--St--Stan’s right. We all said we’d fucking leave th--th-this town together.” Bill nods confidently.

“I can’t just… I’m not eighteen yet. I can’t do anything. My mom would hunt us down and somehow have everyone charged with kidnapping.” He sighed, scrubbing at his hair.

“Don’t worry. This school is almost over. You’re gonna be eighteen and we’re gonna fucking get you the hell out of this damn town.” Richie assured softly.

“For once… Richie is right. We’re not leaving without you, Eddie. We aren’t the losers without all of us.” Stan offers a smile to Eddie who returned it.

“Thanks, Guys… So about Richie and I--” He’s cut off by Bev’s grin.

“Don’t worry. I think it’s adorable.” She whispered with a wink as Eddie covered his face with a whine.

“Disgustingly adorable.” Stan makes a face that makes Richie laugh.

“Yeah! You’re like perfect for each other!” Ben laughs.

“You’re all the worst… I need better friends.” Eddie huffs when Richie turned him around his lap and buried his face between Eddie’s shoulder blades.

“But seriously, you okay?” Mike asked quietly when Eddie smiles softly before glancing at Richie who looked up to him in worry.

“Yeah, I’m thankful for all of you… But I have the best boyfriend who always can take care of me.” He whispered before kissing Richie’s forehead as Richie smiles to him warmly.

“Are you two gonna be like this all the time?” Stan snorts when Richie looked up to Stan.

“Don’t worry, Stan the Man… Eddie may have my dick, but you always have my heart!” He laughs as Eddie groans pushing him away.

“I take it back! You’re the fucking worst boyfriend!” He huffs as Richie laughs while holding him around the waist.

“Too late! You’ve already said it! I have witnesses to prove it!” He cackles when Eddie finally breaks and began to laugh too.

Eddie leaned back against Richie’s vibrating chest as the others went back to their game. He laid his hands onto Richie’s while he watched Bev and Bill with Stan, Mike and Ben cheering them on.

“Thank you.” He whispered to Richie who looked at him in confusion.

“For what?” He frowns.

“For being amazing.” He smiles as Richie kissed him gently. “I don’t think I would have survived this long without you.” He whispered before taking notice of Stan watching them with a fondness in his expression.

“Remember Eddie, you won’t be young forever. She can’t control you.” He comments softly as Eddie nods.

“Yeah… You’re right.” He whispered.

For now, he would just enjoy being around his friends and being young for just a moment longer.

#it chapter one #It movie #Richie tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak #Reddie #Angst #Panic attack #Sonia Kaspbrak #Hurt #Comfort #secret relationship #Fluff #Richie is a good boyfriend #You can fight me on this #All the other losers #They're there for moral support #Eddie has a panic attack #Richie carries an extra inhaler #You can fight me on that too #reddie fic

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ddaengyoonmin · 4 years

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Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Jin x Reader x Jungkook poly

Genre: Fluff, Mentions of smutty stuff

Warnings: Some swearing, um maybe a sex toy??

a/n: This is a birthday gift for @kingsuckjin . Love you so much! Its not angst i know i know haha but I couldn’t find it in me to write you something sad for your birthday. I hope you like it <3 <3 <3

You woke up to the smell of coffee and a soft rustling in the sheets next to you.

In your sleepy haze you rolled over and flung your arm around the large body that was pressed up against you now.

In a sudden moment of clarity your eyes snapped open and you shot up straight in bed, shaking the man.

“Jin!” you yelled out. “Jin oh my god, you’re late! Wake up!”

The shirtless man grumbled something unintelligible and slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position.

You looked at the clock ‘8:52’.

“Your plane left a half hour ago oh my god!” you jumped up and started to speed walk over to Jin’s dresser to pull out some clothes for him to quick change into.

Jin seemed to have finally woken up enough to grasp the situation.

“Y/n!” he quickly stuttered out “Wait wait. No. Get back in bed. I’m not late.”

You sighed “Jin, yes you are. The boys are going to give you so much shit about this! Why wouldn’t Jungkook have woken you up when he left? He’s in for it” you grumbled, pulling a pink t-shirt from Jin’s drawer and tossing it over to him.

“Jungkook is still here too y/n.” Jin chuckled, throwing the shirt back at you softly.

You groaned. “Jin please, I’m trying to help you get ready, don’t be difficult.”

Jin stood up, walking over to you slowly. He was wearing nothing but his boxers that he had slept in. He looked so good like that. Messy hair, sleep still slightly lingering in his eyes.

He reached where you stood and wrapped his arms around you, gently pulling you into his warm chest and kissing the top of your head.

“We aren’t going today y/n. It’s your birthday. We told them we’d push it back a day.”

You pushed back from him so you could look him in the eyes and see if he was lying. Jin was a bad liar so you knew that you’d be able to tell right away.

“W-wait.” you stammered out “You’re serious? I have you both today?”

Jin chuckled. “You have us both always y/n. But, yes. We aren’t going anywhere today, we’ll catch a flight tomorrow. Today we will spend all with you.” he bent down and kissed you softly on the cheek.

“I think Jungkook has started your coffee, he probably wants to wish you happy birthday too. He’s gonna be a bit sad he wasn’t there for the surprise. He planned on waking you and me up together.”

You and Jin walked out to the kitchen, where Jungkook stood over a stove of food that he seemed to be very seriously struggling with. You heard him curse under his breath at a piece of bacon he was flipping over.

“Ah fuck its all ruined.” he whined.

“Kookie?” you called over to him, sitting down on one of the barstool chairs that sat around the island in the center of the kitchen.

“Oh!” he yelled out, startled and spinning around to face you. “Noona!! You’re up. Shit. I mean. Hi! Happy birthday!” He rushed over to you and gave you a giant hug from behind, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“Thank you Kookie.” you purred. “What’s all this.” you pointed to what he was cooking.

“The worst breakfast ever.” he sighed “I knew I should’ve let Jin make the meal but I wanted to do something special for you. It’s all ruined though. I burned everything. Even the toast.”

You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Kook, I’m not the biggest fan of any of those foods anyways.”

He stood up and walked over to the plate of burnt bacon, dumping it into the trash.

“Still, I planned on making a whole thing of it.” He pouted, “And I didn’t get to be there to surprise you either.”

Jin laughed “Kook. Get the woman her coffee and quit complaining. I don’t think she cares about the burnt bacon.”

“I really don’t Kookie. It was sweet though. It’s the thought that counts right?” You assured him.

His face lit up a little bit. “Right. Right. Sorry.” he smiled over at you, grabbing a mug and pouring you some coffee.”

The three of you sat at the island table sipping your coffee in silence for a few beats before Jungkook spoke up again.

“So today is anything you want to do!” He informed you, “Literally anything!”

“Can I do you?” you teased.

Jin laughed a single loud ‘Ha’

Jungkook blushed a bit. It was so cute how even after months of dating that he was still so shy when it came to you flirting with him that way.

“I-I mean yeah. I planned on…” he trailed off

Jin jumped in. “Don’t worry y/n. Your Kookie wants to let you do whatever you want to him.” then Jin leaned over and nipped at your ear. “And I’ll do whatever you want me to do to you.” he whispered, then pulled away, giving you a wink.

Now *that* sounds like the perfect birthday gift.

“But, for now. Until then. What do you want to do?” Jin asked.

“Movie day?” You suggested. “I kinda wanna just not have to do anything today, I don’t even wanna get dressed. That sounds like a day.” you laughed.

“Then movie day it is!” Jin flashed you a wide grin.

The rest of the day was spent binging all of your favorite movies, and one that you’d been wanting to see that definitely didn’t disappoint. It was indeed a perfect day.

You were laid out on the couch with your head resting on Jin, and your legs tossed over Jungkook.

“Noona, do you want your presents now?” Jungkook asked cutely as the ending credits rolled on the movie.

“Presents? I thought you guys being here and not leaving was my present! That's the best thing I could’ve hoped for!”

Jin was playing with your hair a bit, running his fingers through it just how you loved.

“Kook go get your Noona her presents.” he nodded at the younger man.

Jungkook slipped out from under your legs, leaving for a moment and returning with three wrapped boxes.

“That one first.” Jin pointed to the largest one, sky blue wrapping paper with a green bow sitting on top.

You sat up with your boys on either side of you, eagerly waiting for you to tear away the paper and open your surprise.

When you got it unwrapped and took off the lid, Jin started laughing like a mad man instantly.

It was a whole box of Jin merch. Signed pictures of his smiling face and small statues of himself.

Jungkook groaned, “Jin hyung…” He shook his head. “I swear I didn’t know that's what he was getting you Noona.”

You smiled and took out one of the photographs and held it to your chest.

“I know this is supposed to be funny but I love it so much.” You leaned over and kissed Jin on the cheek.

He booped you on the nose in return.

“Open the smaller one next. Your real one.” he pointed to the smaller one.

This one was wrapped in pink paper with a hot pink bow. It was so small and cute.

You pulled off the paper and opened the box, revealing a beautiful heart locket with your initials engraved along with Jungkook’s and Jin’s. You felt like you could cry. It was so beautiful.

“And open it up!” Jin bounced a little bit in his seat.

Inside was a picture of Jin on one side and Jungkook on the other. Your mouth fell open, it was perfect.

“I know it’s still my face, but I figured you should have us with you always.” he smiled.

You felt yourself tearing up even more and you leaned over practically tackling Jin with your hug.

“Noona...mine isn’t sweet like that. Now I’m embarrassed.” Kook whined “I’m not good at birthdays” he spoke with a groan.

“Kookie. I’m going to love it, it’s from you.” you smiled at him returning to the other present, wrapped in blue paper and a white bow.

Jungkook seemed to be growing nervous as you opened the gift, his eyes were wide and flashing too and from the box and your face quickly.

Inside was...oh...oh?

“Its dumb. You said you wanted to but this wasn’t the time. I’m so dumb. You hate it! You wanted something sweet like Jins gift. Ah fuck.” he instantly started stammering out his words, shaking his head.

“Kookie. No...this is. A surprise.” You picked the item up out of the box and held it up, a smirk growing on your face. “You’ve never done this before. You want to try it? Honestly?”

Jungkook’s face was turning red and he nodded shyly.

It was a strap on. He wanted you to fuck him with it…

You’d always mentioned wanting to, Jin was out of the question, he prefered to be the one doing the fucking, so you’d never even brought it up to him. But Jungkook, your baby boy, you’d always wondered what it would be like to make him moan that way.

“This is an equally good gift Kook.” you couldn’t take your eyes off of it. “Tonight?” you flashed a giant smile.

“Y-yes...please noona?” He looked at you with excitement. “Do whatever you want to me.”

You let out a giant sigh of contentment. This was about to be your best birthday ever.

“I love you both so much.” you looked to Jin and then to Jungkook.

“And we love you too. Happy birthday y/n” Jin planted a soft kiss on your temple.

“Jungkook?” You turned to the man on your other side.

“Y-yes noona?” he seemed to still be shy over the gift he’d given you.

“Get that cute ass in our bed. Time to try out your gift.”

#jungkook x reader #seokjin x reader #bts x reader #jungkook x you #seokjin x you #bts fluff #bts smut #jungkook fluff #seokjin fluff #bts fanfic #happy birthday marsbars #btswriterscollective

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bisexualray · 5 years

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To Describe Love, Chapter Two: Saudade

Summary: A morning of intimacy, an afternoon of loneliness, and an evening of reunion.

Note: Here it is! I worked so hard on this, and I’m really proud of how it turned out. This one has angst, fluff, and sm*t.

Warning: Mature themes, non-explicit sm*t.

Pairing: Jumin/Yoosung

Word Count: 10k+

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I think you’re the kindest, sweetest, most caring and attractive soul on this earth.

It took me until now to realize my feelings because I’ve... rarely felt them before. A strong urge to just... hold you. I want to be close to you, and every day I want to make you smile. Like you told me: I love everything about you.

You’re just like your smile, Yoosung. Beautiful.

It was four in the morning when Jumin woke up and for a moment he had no idea where he was or who was in his arms.

He opened his eyes and adjusted to the darkness of the room, awaking to a short, surging fear at the unfamiliar surroundings and the unknown weight wrapped around his chest. He then suddenly grew to realize that he was at home, having had fallen asleep on the couch with someone that he loved.

The fear was replaced with a different, comfortable sensation and he smiled to himself at last night’s memories, seeing through blurred vision from the darkness his tired hand move up and down Yoosung’s back.

The room was still and quiet, quiet enough that Jumin could listen to the sound of Yoosung’s breathing and focus on the feeling of his chest rising and falling against him. Yoosung, last night’s welcome guest and date, one with a smile and bright eyes that made Jumin’s head explode, holder of many titles such as friend, crush—

I w-want you to be my- my boyfriend.

This realization hit Jumin like a car and a short, breathy laugh couldn’t help but escape his mouth when he thought about how he’d fallen asleep with his boyfriend, and he could barely believe it was real, that they had their first date and their first kiss the night before and now the one he loved was asleep in his arms and he got to call him his boyfriend.

He wondered what Yoosung was dreaming about.

I- I love everything about you, Jumin.

He let out a content sigh and closed his eyes.

“I love you, too...” he whispered, and part of him pretended Yoosung was awake to hear him, his voice but a calm breath with no pitch. He considered the idea that he probably only imagined himself saying that.

He remembered the way they kissed, shy at first before gaining comfort and control and passion, enough of which to throw him onto the couch and lay in each other’s embrace. It was an incredible feeling, kissing Yoosung, like the satisfaction of completing a long-term goal, and it was something he hadn’t realized he’d wanted to do for a long time.

He licked his lips, and his eyes opened.

Among his multiple other realizations, he also realized he hadn’t brushed his teeth last night.

He hadn’t done any of his nightly routine for that matter. He was probably to blame, having had been the one to want to cuddle with Yoosung and not send him home, though he hadn’t expected to fall asleep with him, and at this point he wasn’t getting up any time soon.

Besides, he was beginning to struggle to keep his eyes open, vision fluctuating between the darkness of the room and the pitch blackness of blocked view. He felt himself falling, seemingly sinking into the couch and being pushed into a deep sleep by Yoosung mindlessly moving his arm and gliding his hand across Jumin’s chest.

Jumin let his muscles relax but kept his arms wrapped around Yoosung, breathing in his scent and taking all of it in, deciding he would tell him he loved him in the morning as he began to shut down.

You’re so warm...

He floated, drowning in a sea of endless thoughts.

If I’m so attractive, then we must be very similar. That’s not to say we don’t have our differences, but there’s no crime in that. And I believe that with our differences... we complete each other.

It was six in the morning when Jumin woke up again and for a shorter moment he had no idea where he was or who was in his arms.

He opened his eyes to a softly lit room, the light of the sunrise shining through the windows. Yoosung was still asleep on his chest, in a shifted, relieving position.

He rubbed Yoosung’s back, leaning down to place a kiss on his head. His muscles were hardly mobile with exhaustion, but he managed to get himself up and off the couch.

He felt stiff in his suit, the results of neglecting his nightly routine catching up to him. He looked down at Yoosung, sleeping comfortably on the couch, memories of the night before returning to his mind again. He thought about work, thought about Yoosung, looked back at the couch.

Taking his thoughts into consideration, he made his way toward the kitchen, toward the phone.

“I am not coming into work today.”

“What? Why?”

“I am taking a personal day. Yoosung is still a guest at my apartment, so it would be best to treat him nicely.”

“Yoosung is still there? Did he sleep over?”

“Yes, he did.”

“Um... alright. You must really like him then. I’ll call to cancel today’s meeting. And please tell me when you are available to pick up Elizabeth—my living room is covered in cat hair...”

“I can pick her up tomorrow.”

“Thank you. Is that all?”

“That is all.”

“Have fun this morning, Mr. Han.”

He hung up.

It was seven in the morning when Jumin felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind and a pair of lips press against his back.

He had finished his morning routine and the person he left to sleep in had clearly woken up, making Jumin smile at his sudden hug.

“Good morning.”

He spoke against Jumin’s back, tightening his hug before letting go for Jumin to turn around and face him. Jumin rested his hands on Yoosung’s waist and leaned down to press his lips against his neck.

“Good morning.” He placed a kiss under Yoosung’s earlobe. “You must’ve slept well.”

“I... got excited when I woke up on your couch,” Yoosung said. “It made me think of last night.”

Jumin smiled, two arms wrapping around his neck. He pulled back to look Yoosung in the eye, seeing him lean forward to suddenly kiss his nose. Jumin let out a breathy laugh, forehead resting against Yoosung’s.

“You’re cute,” he said. “I hope you enjoy breakfast this morning.”

“You’re making me breakfast?”

“The chef will.” The smile left Jumin’s face when he saw Yoosung’s do the same. “Is something wrong?”

Yoosung bit his lip and he cupped Jumin’s face, eyes locking intensely with his. “Don’t you have to go to work?”

Jumin blinked.

“I thought I would spend the day with you.”

“You’re skipping work for me?”

“Yes. Unless you have class...?”

Jumin didn’t consider that. Yoosung let out a sigh, head falling to rest against Jumin’s chest and words muffled as he spoke into his shirt.

“I don’t- I don’t usually go to class, but... ah, wouldn’t that be a lot of extra work for Jaehee?” He looked up at Jumin. “I don’t wanna be a burden on- on you or her or anything—”

“You could never be a burden,” Jumin said. “If that’s what you want, I can go to work today, and you can go to class.” He kissed the top of Yoosung’s head, speaking against his hair. “I’m... going to miss you. But can we at least spend the morning together?”

Yoosung’s smile was soft and his touch was light against Jumin’s skin as he moved a lock of hair behind his ear.

“Of course we can. We don’t need the chef to make breakfast, either.”

Jumin stared down at the omurice on his plate, focusing on the smiley face made out of ketchup, and copied the expression.

He remembered the way Yoosung drew the smile with the ketchup, swirling the bottle around to form the shape. Jumin saw the image of Yoosung’s bright, happy eyes, as his own caught the red heart in the corner of the omelette.

“Made with love!” he remembered Yoosung saying as he quickly added the heart, placing the plate in front of Jumin on the table and leaning down to kiss him on top of his head.

Now he was sitting across from him, eating his own, and Jumin didn’t know how he could bring himself to take a bite.

He knew it must have been delicious, but...

“This is too cute for me to eat.”

Yoosung looked up at him, a smile on his face, rolling his eyes. He dropped his spoon onto his plate with a clink of metal.

“Don’t skip breakfast, Jumin. It’s the most important meal of the day.”

“I know,” he said, taking his spoon from beside his plate and using it to cut a piece for him to eat. He brought it up to his mouth, savoring the taste that he knew was made by Yoosung, and—

“Does it taste good?”

He swallowed, locking eyes with a curious Yoosung.

“Of course it tastes good,” he said. “It’s made with love.”

The soft music from Yoosung’s phone on the kitchen counter was enough for the two of them to hear and sway along to, Yoosung’s arms wrapped around Jumin’s shoulders and head resting on his chest, pulled tight against him as Jumin hugged his waist.

It was a peaceful reminiscence of the past day, when they danced like this in the living room. Jumin ran his hand across Yoosung’s back, holding him closer, remembering the day before.

He was lost in his memories before Yoosung spoke.

“You know what I still can’t believe?”

“What?”

“That you’re my boyfriend. I didn’t believe it yesterday and I still don’t believe it today.” Yoosung let out a sigh. “I... a- a part of me thinks I’m d-dreaming.”

Jumin closed his eyes, listening to the quiet music and the soft sound of Yoosung’s voice.

“You know, I...” Yoosung continued, “I- I had... I had a crush on you for months, Jumin, so- so this- this is just...” He let out a laugh. “... unbelievable. And... that’s why I think I’m dreaming, because getting to call you my boyfriend is something I never, ever thought would happen.”

Months.

Yoosung loved him for months. He could barely believe it.

He ran through the thoughts in his head, wondering how long he had these feelings for Yoosung. Days, weeks, months of obliviousness. He sighed.

“I had a crush on you, too,” he said. “I don’t know how long I had it, and only yesterday I realized I had feelings for you, but- but I had eruptions, too. I’ve been feeling this way for a while, and now I know it’s love.”

Yoosung looked up at Jumin, locking eyes with him. Jumin leaned his head down, pressing his lips against Yoosung’s skin and kissing his forehead.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “No wonder I loved you for so long.”

Jumin gave him another soft kiss before pulling back, Yoosung resting his head against his chest once again. He hugged tighter around his waist, moving along with the end of the song. Yoosung’s whisper was barely audible, but he heard it from under his chin, breath hitting his neck.

“I wonder... what the others will think.”

Jumin wished this moment never had to come, that the sun wouldn’t rise that morning and they could lay on the couch together in loving silence for as long as time went on.

Still, wishes can’t always come true.

He dreaded this moment, when Yoosung would have to walk out the door to get ready for class, go back to his apartment and leave. His heart ached, not yet ready to say goodbye.

But Yoosung was ready to leave and the door was already open, his face fallen, showing an emotion the two of them shared. They’d said their goodbyes and given their kisses, but Yoosung’s glance over his shoulder and the way they locked eyes sent him running back to Jumin to fling his arms around his neck.

Jumin caught his breath, hugging Yoosung tighter, face in the crook of his neck, Yoosung’s hand in his hair. He closed his eyes and let himself pretend the hug could last forever and Yoosung didn’t have to leave.

“I’ll miss you.”

His voice was low and quiet, eyes still closed as he rubbed his hand up and down Yoosung’s back.

“I’m gonna miss you, too...”

Yoosung’s voice was the same, soft whisper, a comforting tone, and Jumin felt like he could fall asleep in the hug, if just one of his wishes could come true and Yoosung could stay for a little longer.

He felt Yoosung relax under his touch and heard him speak again. “Can I kiss you?”

Jumin responded by ending the hug, taking three seconds before he could bring himself to pull away, and gave a warm smile. Yoosung’s hands glided across his chest before they tugged at his tie, pulling him forward for their lips to collide.

Jumin closed his eyes, humming as his lips moved against Yoosung’s, and reached up to cup his face in his hands. He ran his tongue over Yoosung’s lip and saw stars behind his eyelids.

This would be their last kiss until their date, and all Jumin wanted to do was spend the rest of the day with Yoosung, kiss like this for hours on end. Their lips parted before returning for another, warmer kiss.

Jumin ran his thumb over Yoosung’s cheek, fingers lightly brushing against his hair, and broke the kiss again to whisper.

“I love you.”

Yoosung sighed against his lips, hands running down his tie and lightly clutching his suit jacket.

“I love you so much, Jumin,” he said, lips turning up into a smile and lightly pressing against Jumin’s again for a quick kiss. “If you ever feel upset today, remember that.”

He smiled back at Yoosung, staring into his eyes.

Jumin wished this moment never had to come, that they could kiss again and again and spend more time together and he never had to let go.

Still, wishes can’t always come true.

Yoosung★: Good morning! :)

Yoosung★: The sky is very clear today. I don’t see any clouds!

Yoosung★: Ha... I have classes today but...

Yoosung★: at least I slept well last night

Yoosung★: and had my favorite breakfast this morning.

Yoosung★: I... kinda want to go back to sleep tho lol

Yoosung★: I feel like that every day T_T

Yoosung★: But today especially.

Yoosung★: ...

Yoosung★: Haha!

Yoosung★: Ah... anyways,

Yoosung★: everyone have a good day!

Yoosung★: I hope Jumin has one too. I’ll miss him today.

Yoosung★ has left the chatroom.

Yoosung★ has entered the chatroom.

Yoosung★: ajsksj

Yoosung★: I MEAN

Yoosung★: I DIDNT

Yoosung★: I MEANT LIKE I’LL MISS HIM BECAUSE

Yoosung★: BECAUSE

Yoosung★: SEVEN!!!

Yoosung★: T_T

Yoosung★ has left the chatroom.

707: Oh Jumin~ I’ll miss u so!

707: Ohhh Jumin my sweet prince!

707: I wish I could spend every minute in ur loving embrace!

Yoosung★: I love you.

Yoosung★: I... want to say that in the chatroom, but I’m afraid of Seven’s teasing...

“Come in.”

He had two new texts from Yoosung when Jaehee entered his office, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. He glanced at the messages, quickly reading them, smiling to himself before placing his phone face down on his desk.

She carried a small packet of papers in her hands as she approached his desk. “I’m... surprised you came in today, but...” she cut herself off, clearing her throat. “Reports for today’s meeting.”

“I see.”

She held it out to him.

He flipped through the papers, skimming over each paragraph, the occasional word echoing in his mind, but never sticking as to comprehend it.

I wonder... what the others will think.

He turned another page.

He could feel Jaehee’s stare on him as she spoke about the meeting. “An important group of people, asset to the company, wants to work with us...”

He’d rather spend time with Yoosung than go to a meeting. He’d choose that over anything.

In his mind, images flashed of the omurice, of Yoosung’s smile, of the decorations made of ketchup, the faraway taste of the breakfast in his mouth, made with love. He wished he could go back to that, to waking up next to him and spending the morning with him, hugging him before he left to go to class.

He was glad Yoosung was getting an education.

But Yoosung was also the entire reason why he wasn’t listening to a word Jaehee was saying, droning on in the background.

He stared at a paragraph, reading the first sentence in hopes of taking in the words.

Forty five million won in order to...

He wondered if Yoosung missed him this much.

Forty five million won...

He hoped Yoosung was able to concentrate, if he missed him as much. He wondered if he, too, was thinking about that morning.

Forty five...

Damn it.

He looked up at Jaehee, locking eyes with her for a few seconds before hers averted.

He was trying to focus on the papers, focus on the meeting, but he couldn’t get that morning out of his head, and all he could think about was Yoosung, Yoosung, Yoosung—

“Do you understand the negotiations?”

“Yes,” he answered on impulse, the words from the paragraph floating around in his mind, not stringing together. He glanced to Jaehee, to the paper, to a nearby wall, back to Jaehee.

He hoped he could get through this meeting.

Jumin Han: We can take our time to announce our relationship. I can personally ask Luciel to stop if you feel his teasing is getting to you.

Yoosung★: But still, I want to let everyone else know how much you mean to me... how much I love you...

Yoosung★: I want them to know you’re mine!

Yoosung★: But then there’s Seven’s teasing... I mean, he can get annoying but then again he’s not wrong.

Jumin Han: Are you saying you wish you could spend every minute in my loving embrace?

Yoosung★: djshja

Yoosung★: who am I kidding

Yoosung★: I just want to run to your office and give you a hug...!

Jumin Han: I too wish to hug you again. I want to hold you forever.

Jumin Han: You’re my angel.

Yoosung★: I’m your angel?

Jumin Han: Yes. Your hair is like a halo.

Yoosung★: Well if I’m an angel then you’re a prince~!

Jumin Han: Luciel really was right then. I’m your sweet prince.

Yoosung★: You’re my sweet prince and I’m Superman Yoosung, your golden angel~!

Jumin Han: Perhaps I died and went to Heaven.

Yoosung★: Heaven... I think I died and went there last night.

Yoosung★: I just wanna relive that over and over again... I wanna give you a kiss.

Yoosung★: But arrggghh classes T_T

Jumin Han: I also want to kiss you. It’s... all I can think about this morning. Do you know what you do to me? My love for you is taking over my mind.

Jumin Han: At least you’re in a learning environment. I hope you take in at least some of the content during your next class, whenever that may be. I’m unable to focus.

Yoosung★: I can’t focus either! I can’t sit still!

Yoosung★: Why can’t I just go on a date with my boyfriend... I want to see you again.

Jumin Han: I as well. I look forward to our date later.

Jumin Han: I love you.

Yoosung★: I love you more!

Jumin Han: Ah, I’m aware of this game. I love you more.

Yoosung★: I love you MOST

Jumin Han: Then my love for you must exceed the maximum.

Yoosung★: ksjaj

Yoosung★: professro caught me txeting

Jumin Han: Texting in class again, tsk tsk.

Yoosung★: dnot judge me I missed u too mcuh

Yoosung★: I love u I miss u so so much see u latre

Yoosung★: mwah xoxo

Jumin Han: God, I miss you too. I love you, my angel.

I love you so much, Jumin.

His hand became stiff and motionless, and his pen stopped writing in the middle of a word, mind shifting back to that morning and memories thrown at him one by one.

Jumin moved the pen up and down the paper, leaving a trail of ink in its wake. He focused on one spot on the paper, one word he had written, trying to bring his thoughts back to the present, but—

The only image in his mind was Yoosung.

The pen fell out of his hand.

If you ever feel upset today, remember that.

He sighed, elbows leaning on his desk and face buried in his hands, fingers pulling at his hair, words racing through his mind that only reminded him of Yoosung, only made him want to relive that morning.

What he’d give in that very moment to see him again.

Jumin Han has entered the chatroom.

Yoosung★: Jumin!

Jumin Han: Yoosung.

Yoosung★: Ha... Jumin...

Yoosung★: I can’t take it anymore.

Yoosung★: I wanna give you the biggest hug!

Jumin Han: What was that for?

Yoosung★: I’m so happy to see you.

Yoosung★: Did you eat lunch?

Jumin Han: Yes.

Yoosung★: Good. I did too!

Yoosung★: I miss you so much...

Jumin Han: I miss you too.

Jumin Han: But we’re in the chatroom. I’m afraid we didn’t decide on this.

Jumin Han: If you wish to announce it, that’s okay with me. But please don’t push yourself if you feel uncomfortable.

Yoosung★: ...

Yoosung★: I was afraid to say this in the chatroom... because of the teasing...

Yoosung★: but now I feel confident, and I want to say it!

Yoosung★: Jumin...

Yoosung★: I... love you!

Jumin Han: I love you too, Yoosung.

Yoosung★: And I want everyone to know it.

Yoosung★: To the members... I want you all to know... that Jumin and I are dating, and I love him.

Yoosung★: Jumin... I love you. Don’t forget that.

Jumin Han: How could I possibly forget?

Yoosung★: I mean now that I said it for everyone to read I guess u could never forget lol

Jumin Han: Because of inevitable teasing.

Yoosung★: Seven...

Yoosung★: But now that I said it, I can’t stop!

Yoosung★: I love you I love I love you!

Jumin Han: I love you.

Jumin Han: Even without teasing, I could never forget. You give me all the love you have to offer. You make me so happy.

Yoosung★: You make me happy too!

Yoosung★: <3

Jumin Han: Is that a heart?

Yoosung★: Ah... yes...

Jumin Han: Oh my god.

Jumin Han: That’s adorable.

Jumin Han: <3

Yoosung★: OMG

Jumin Han: That’s my heart.

Jumin Han: It beats for you only.

Yoosung★: fjsjdzh

Yoosung★: I love you so much ur so cute

Yoosung★: I wish I could kiss you. But I know work is important...

Jumin Han: I miss your smile. God, I miss you so much. You don’t even know.

Jumin Han: I love you. You’ve stolen my heart.

Jumin Han: <3

Jumin Han: I couldn’t be happier.

Yoosung★: I miss you...

Yoosung★: I have to go to class. It starts soon.

Jumin Han: ...

Yoosung★: I’ll be thinking about you.

Yoosung★: I love you.

Yoosung★: <3

Jumin Han: I love you too. Pay attention.

Yoosung★: I will. Promise!

Yoosung★: I’m... so happy

Yoosung★: that the RFA knows you’re my boyfriend now.

Yoosung★: See you later!

Yoosung★ has left the chatroom.

Jumin Han: I miss you, Yoosung.

Leave a message after the tone.

“It’s me. You should read the messages when you have an internet connection. At least make an effort to find one. You’ll want to read them. In related news... I did not plan this speech. I usually know exactly what to say. To summarize my thoughts, I... no, you’ll want to read the messages. But I do have a boyfriend. You should know that. Why do I never see you? Call me back. But I might not pick up after work hours. Yoosung and I are going on a date. Goodbye, V.”

“May I ask you a question?”

As they approached the elevator, Jumin began to hope it wasn’t too cramped with the palpable tension in the air. He walked next to Jaehee and nodded his head in greeting to employees passing by. They stopped when they reached the elevator, Jaehee pressing the button.

“Yes,” she responded.

“Were you surprised?”

Jaehee turned her head and looked up at him, eyes widened slightly, a puzzled look on her face.

He lowered his voice. “When I said I loved Yoosung."

The elevator doors swung open.

Jumin stepped inside, Jaehee following. He took in a deep breath, remembering the slow way Yoosung breathed before he told him he was beautiful: in through his nose, out through his mouth.

“To be honest, Mr. Han,” Jaehee reached forward to press the button for the floor of their destination, “not really.”

The elevator doors closed with a thump and Jumin felt the ground move beneath him.

In through his nose.

He suddenly decided he didn’t want to go to this meeting, and would rather have the doors open to see Yoosung standing there, arms open, and he’d give him a bigger hug than he did that morning. He’d kiss him, tell him how much he missed him, and they’d leave, go on their date and fall asleep together once again.

Out through his mouth.

“... I guess I wasn’t so surprised,” Jaehee said, “because you already seemed to have such a close relationship with him. I know you told me I was mistaken when I thought you were dating, but—“

Jumin’s voice was soft and composed as he spoke. “You were mistaken. But only at the time. We... started dating yesterday.”

“I see.”

Silence.

Jumin took in another long, controlled breath.

It made him think of Yoosung, kissing him, resting his hands on his waist and pulling him closer. It made him involuntarily run his fingers through his hair to simulate the way Yoosung did, hands moving from around his neck to his hair to his chest, heart pounding with every passing second, that notorious somersault.

“So... your dinner plans with him, last night...” Jaehee said, “... does that mean that was a date?”

He closed his eyes and pretended he was still there, on his first date with Yoosung, having dinner with him, dancing with him, spinning him, kissing him, thoughts averting back to the hand in his hair.

“It was our first date...”

He tried to keep his voice controlled, like he wasn’t thinking about every aspect of that night, every aspect of Yoosung. He remembered Yoosung admitting his feelings, holding his face in his hands, tears rolling down his cheeks.

He remembered the first time Yoosung told him he loved him.

Jumin couldn’t stop the tears behind his closed eyes from falling, one escaping in a clear view for Jaehee, and he hid his face behind a hand, the frustration of the whole day forcing its way out of him.

He loves me so much, he—

“Mr. Han? Are you okay?”

He couldn’t take it anymore.

“I miss Yoosung.” He let out a sob, chest heaving, breathing no longer controlled. “I miss him- I- I- I w-want to- to see him again—”

He let out all the stress of the day through his tears, like a dam breaking, the powerful water flowing without an end.

“I- I love him so m-much—”

The frustration, the loneliness, the sadness he could usually contain, making its way out of him through the water, and he had no control over it. He cursed at himself as it happened, but the disappointment was diminished by the heat of the moment.

“I miss him s-so much, I- I- I wish h-he was here—”

His head was pounding and his hearing was muffled, and he tried to slow his breathing, tried to calm himself down, tried to get himself back to his regular state and stop the flow of water.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Jumin heard the sound of the elevator doors opening, before a forceful clicking noise. He heard the doors close, and the elevation change beneath them. Flipping through papers. Incomprehensible words muttered under a breath.

He wiped his eyes, glancing to the side and looking at Jaehee through watery vision. “What are you doing?” he asked, trying desperately to keep his voice at its usual monotone.

“I’m going to cancel the meeting,” Jaehee said, firmness in her voice, turning the page to her monthly calendar.

“What?” He rubbed his temples, wiping his eyes again. “No, it’s important. We have to—”

“Mr. Han.” Jaehee turned to look at him, challenging him to look back. “You are in no condition to go to a meeting.”

“Business cannot accommodate to things like this.”

“But—”

Jaehee cut herself off, searching for words, eyes narrowing in frustration, and she looked forward at the closed elevator doors. Jumin sniffed, head spinning, and the descending elevator did nothing to help. Tears threatened to fall once again when his heart cried out with longing for Yoosung.

The silence sat uncomfortably between them.

He thought it would last forever until Jaehee spoke.

“But... would you at least feel better if you called him?”

“I miss you.”

He was back in his office, sitting at his desk with the door locked, phone gently pressed against his ear as he whispered into it. He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh, tears dried on his cheeks from the aftermath of crying. “I miss you so much,” he whispered, feeling another round of tears threatening to fall and holding them back with broken willpower.

The room was still and quiet. To the right of him he heard the sound of Yoosung’s breath, voice in his ear like faraway music.

“I miss you, too,” Yoosung said, and Jumin let out a sigh, feeling a sense of relief, a comfort in hearing his voice.

He pretended Yoosung was in the room, standing next to him and talking to him. He kept his eyes closed, his headache and a series of thoughts like a dream within wishful thinking.

“I want to see you again,” Jumin said, voice still low, worrying for a quick second that he spoke inaudibly. He reached up to wipe away a tear on the brink of falling, convincing himself that keeping his eyes closed would stop the tears. “I... wish there was a way for you to go to school and for me to still see you.”

A pause from the other end of the line. “Think about our date later, Jumin,” Yoosung said, voice falling quieter, kind. “I’ve been doing that all day, since I’ve been r-really anxious...”

“I’m trying. But I meant that I- I w-want to see you now—”

That was when Jumin let out a sob, the make-believe barrier failing to stop the tears, falling, breathing turned to trembling heaving. With his left hand he wiped the tears away, leaning forward to rest his elbow on his desk, rubbing his eyes until they hurt, holding his face in his hand as a tear fell with a splash onto the desk.

A worried gasp from the phone and the music began to play louder and louder.

“Jumin! Oh god, Jumin- I’m- I’m here. I’m here. I promise, I’m right here.”

Fast, small reassurances.

“I’ll always be here.”

Constant music, long songs playing in Jumin’s head.

“Even if I’m not t-there with you at the office, I’ll- I’ll always be with you, okay? I promise. I’m here... right here.”

Yoosung’s voice shifted to slow whispers, breathy words of love and Jumin felt his presence, speaking like he was hugging him and whispering into his ear, reminding him that he was here, always, no matter how far away he might have been.

Jumin just couldn’t see him, touch him, kiss him, but he could hear him, and he was here. On the other side of the phone, maybe, but here, right next to him.

He sniffed, trying to control his breathing, chest rising and falling with each desperate gasp that he tried to slow. He pulled his hand away, defeatedly letting the tears fall, words suddenly spilling out like the tears themselves.

“I- I cried in- in front of Assistant Kang,” he said, no longer making any effort to keep the sobs from escaping in his voice, growing louder. He felt a pain in his chest with each breath, as he spoke into the phone like he was uttering his last words. “W-when I told her we’re lovers, and that I m-miss you so much- I- I just s-started—“

“It’s okay.” Yoosung’s voice gave a contrast to Jumin’s, a soft, gentle tone. “It’s okay, you’re okay now. You’re okay. I’m here now, I promise, you’re okay. I’m here, I love you, you’re okay now...”

His words were soothing, calming, collected.

“Just breathe, slowly... in and out.”

Jumin felt his breathing slow naturally, impulsively taking Yoosung’s advice. The pain turned into an annoying lump in his throat, but the tears kept rolling down his cheeks, onto his suit, his hands, and he leaned back in his chair, listening to the whispers in his ear.

“I’m here. I love you, it’s gonna be okay...”

He closed his eyes, letting himself calm down, guided by the sound of Yoosung’s voice.

707: !!!

707: OMG!!!

707: ALERT! ALERT!

707: WEE OOO WEE OOO~

MC: Seven, you were right!

707: The great seven oh seven

707: was right!

707: They’re dating~

MC: Awwwww~

707: So cute I think I’m gonna die!!! T_T

707: Now whenever I say

707: Yoosung‘s got a boyfriend~

707: Yoosung’s dating the cat mom~

707: I’ll know I’m right lolol

MC: Zen and I support their relationship!

707: OMG

707: Zen’s being nice to the cat mom now!!

MC: He says he still wants to check up on him and Yoosung, but he won’t pick up his phone.

707: He said he’s not worried yesterday but now he is lol

MC: It’s probably because yesterday he didn’t think they were actually dating...?

707: Me and Jaehee did.

707: Can’t u tell from the messages?!

707: They’re head over heels~

MC: So that’s why Yoosung said he was going to miss Jumin this morning. Because he loves him!

707: !

707: I TOLD YOU

707: I knew it the whole time

707: I must be a psychic lol

707: God7 the clairvoyant...

707: He can see into the minds of Yoosung and Jumin...

707: Oooh~

MC: Tell me my fate, oh wise one...

707: God7 can only see into the minds of Yoosung and Jumin...

707: He has limited daily powers. They’ll recharge tomorrow lolol

MC: So if you can read their minds, can you tell me if they’re okay? I’m actually kinda worried about them.

707: Didn’t u say Jumin won’t pick up his phone?

707: Oh boy.

707: God7 feels...

707: A great disturbance in the force lol

MC: Well... I was just saying... I hope they’re okay if they miss each other so much...

Even if I’m not t-there with you at the office, I’ll- I’ll always be with you, okay? I promise. I’m here... right here.

“Do my eyes look red?”

As they approached the elevator for a second time, Jumin began to hope it wasn’t too cramped with their shared knowledge of his sadness. He walked next to Jaehee and kept his head down to avoid employees passing by. They stopped when they reached the elevator, Jaehee hesitating to press the button.

She glanced at him.

“Yes.”

“Damn.”

Jaehee turned her head and looked up at him, eyes widened slightly, a puzzled look on her face.

He lowered his voice. “I don’t want anyone to know I was crying.”

The elevator doors swung open.

Jumin stepped inside, Jaehee following. He took in a deep breath, remembering Yoosung’s voice over the phone, his reassurances, the promise that he was here, and Jumin imagined he was right next to him.

“To be honest, Mr. Han,” Jaehee reached forward to press the button for the floor of their destination, “I don’t think anyone at the meeting will be able to notice, considering that I know you were crying earlier.”

The elevator doors closed with a thump and Jumin felt the ground move beneath him.

Just breathe, slowly... in and out.

In through his nose. Out through his mouth.

Yoosung’s reassurances echoed in his mind, voice replaying in his head like a broken record, music growing louder again. He closed his eyes and breathed once more, in and out.

He pictured seeing Yoosung again, being able to finally touch him, soft lips against his. He remembered Yoosung’s words, that he was here, and he’d be with him throughout their upcoming meeting.

His eyes opened, and when the elevator doors did the same, he felt his legs move forward, slight confidence rising in him.

He’d go to the meeting, make it through the rest of the day.

For Yoosung.

A feeling of satisfaction and achievement overtook Jumin when he closed his office door on the way out. The work day neared its end, the sun waiting to set, and he would see who he wished he could see all day.

He rounded a corner to find Jaehee, readying her belongings to go home, and walked up to her.

“I wanted to thank you for your help today.”

Jaehee stopped, confused eyes averting to meet Jumin’s.

“What?”

“I just don’t know what I would’ve done if I was alone in that elevator,” he said. “So I wanted to thank you.”

A silence that sat for a long, long second. Jaehee cleared her throat and swung her bag over her shoulder.

“You’re welcome,” she said, a small smile on her face. “I wish you and Yoosung well.”

He took the words in, his breathing slow and calm, as his lips turned up and he smiled back at her.

The apartment door opened.

When Jumin finally saw Yoosung, bright eyed and with a heartwarming smile on his face, he felt his head spin and his world explode.

For a second he couldn’t move, left to stand still like he was turned to stone, lip trembling and eyes instinctively tearing at the sight of him, the sight he’d wanted to see all day, one he’d cried about; the person who gave him so much love and had a melting touch that he’d missed, more than he’d missed anything in a long time.

He wanted to bring himself to say his name, to say Yoosung just once, but he was speechless, and he heard the sound of his own name, a muffled Jumin, and saw Yoosung running towards him, giving him no time to react before a pair of arms were around his neck and held on for dear life.

He leaned down with the pull, wrapping his arms around Yoosung and hugging him closer. Warmth enveloped his body as the tears of joy began to fall, and he swayed with the hug naturally, holding like he’d never let go.

In that moment he realized—the promise he’d made to himself, and the reminders he’d told himself with the reassurances from Yoosung that he was here, with him, and they’d see each other soon...

They were all true, and completely worth it, just so he could get the chance to hold Yoosung again in that hug when he walked through the door.

He didn’t want the hug to end, but his body relaxed, and Yoosung pulled back. Jumin looked into his eyes for a second before he tightened his hold around his waist and began to lift him up.

“Woah—!”

Yoosung’s feet left the ground and his arms were around Jumin’s neck again in an instant, gripping the back of his suit jacket like he was afraid he’d die if he fell. His lips pressed against Jumin’s, and for the second of exhilaration that came with the kiss, Jumin’s heart pounded with the overwhelming relief of finally kissing him after a long, long day of wishing he could.

A short-lived pain in his leg as Yoosung kicked it and smiled against his lips, Jumin leaning forward again to let him down, the kiss lingering for a few more seconds before their lips parted. Yoosung’s hands glided from around Jumin’s neck to rest at his shoulders, and he gave a smile.

“What was that for?” Yoosung’s voice was breathless, and Jumin was reminded of the music from earlier, his boyfriend’s voice such a nicer tune when heard in person than over the phone. Yoosung’s smile was wide and he let out a short laugh when Jumin leaned in again, their kiss longer and deeper than the last one.

Jumin broke the kiss, gasping for air before pressing their lips together for another, and Yoosung’s hands tugged at his hair. A third one, their kisses breathless and needy, before Jumin spoke, answering Yoosung’s question.

“I’m so happy to see you.”

“Did you feel better after I called you?”

“Yes, much better. My meeting was rather boring, but I made it through.”

“That’s great!”

“It is. Usually I can go to any meeting, but today was just... different. You have no idea what your love is doing to me, Yoosung. I don’t think I do, either.”

They moved from Jumin’s apartment to the sidewalk hand-in-hand, the setting sun painting the sky in reds and yellows, shining from behind the clouds. Yoosung led the way to make a turn down the sidewalk as Jumin brought their intertwined hands up to kiss the back of Yoosung’s hand.

“Where are we going?” Jumin asked with a smile when Yoosung swung their hands down again.

“A small place I go to when I... don’t want to study.” The sparkle in Yoosung’s eye and the small laugh that escaped his mouth when he answered sent Jumin’s heart racing, remembering his feelings throughout the day of wishing he could see that sparkle and hear that laugh.

He drowned in this feeling as Yoosung led the way down the street to a destination unknown to Jumin, the sun making its way towards disappearance.

The sky was darker and the air was colder, wind hitting Jumin’s face as he sat down on a park bench, the taste of a simple order of ice cream still present on his tongue.

Yoosung sat next to him, head leaning on his shoulder, their hands intertwined and resting on Jumin’s thigh. Jumin placed a soft kiss on the top on Yoosung’s head, and they sat in comfortable silence.

Jumin closed his eyes, breathing controlled and rhythmic, before his voice broke the silence.

“I feel... rather ashamed that I cried at work today.”

He opened his eyes, feeling a sudden tightness on his hand from Yoosung.

“I... grew up around people who taught me that crying is a waste of time,” he said.

A sudden coldness on his side when Yoosung lifted his head and pulled his hand away.

“What?”

Jumin turned his head to the side and they locked eyes, Yoosung’s darkened with concern and confusion.

He’d always felt this way, a need to keep himself isolated, and there was so, so much frustration inside him when he thought back to his time in the elevator.

“Crying isn’t a bad thing, Jumin, o-okay?”

The way Yoosung looked at him and spoke to him... it was different.

“You don’t have to hide your emotions.”

Tears welled up in his eyes again, and he let out a shaky breath.

“I cried yesterday, on our date,” Jumin said. “I... I wasn’t ashamed when you were with me...”

He wiped away his tears, shaking his head.

“I- I really don’t have- have any idea what your love is doing to me, Yoosung,” he said. “It’s like there’s something wrong with me.”

Two arms around his neck, pulling him closer, Jumin’s head leaning against Yoosung’s. The voice that spoke to him was soft and reassuring.

“There's nothing wrong with you. You don’t- you don’t have to be afraid to cry, okay? You can- you can just... express yourself.”

He’d never, ever felt this way before.

“Look at me.”

Yoosung cupped Jumin’s face, misty eyes locking, a tear rolling down Yoosung’s cheek when he spoke.

“You’re so beautiful when you show your emotions, Jumin, b-because your emotions are what make you you, okay? I...” He choked back a sob. “... I love you. Everything about you.”

He’d never been spoken to like this, never been given a chance to cry, and he looked at Yoosung with astonishment and a low, distant feeling of fear.

“I- I don’t know how to—”

“It’s okay,” Yoosung said, hugging him again. “You’re okay.”

He’s okay.

The hug was shaky and tentative, the fear growing larger, and when Yoosung’s lips hit his neck, a fire inside of him ignited.

He rubbed Yoosung’s thigh and heard a small gasp in response, his breath hot against Jumin’s skin. Each touch from Yoosung was sensual and almost burning, and he hummed, low and quiet.

Yoosung pulled back for their eyes to meet again, and he spoke breathless words that struck Jumin like lightning.

“Can... can I touch you?”

You have one new voicemail message.

“You and Yoosung, huh. I never would’ve guessed. I think that might’ve been my last guess, to be honest. I... was... in the chatroom just now. Hyun’s trying to call you, so... sorry you missed me, but I hope you’re having fun on your date. You seem to really love him. I’m glad. He definitely loves you, too. I... want to see you. We’ll see each other, I promise. But right now I should leave, I have to... you know, I’m proud you found someone who makes you happy, Jumin. As your friend, it- it’s just a nice feeling to know you’re happy. See... see you soon, Jumin.”

Jumin barely remembered opening the door to his penthouse and walking inside, but soon enough he found himself being led to his bedroom, two hands on his shoulders to take off his suit jacket before pushing him onto the bed. That was the furthest his memories went after their date and he didn’t really need to know what happened before that.

He sat up a bit to see Yoosung crawling onto the bed, eyes red and tears still rolling down his cheeks as he moved on top of him, sitting in his lap. Yoosung leaned forward to whisper in Jumin’s ear.

“If t-this is too much,” he said, barely choking on a sob, “just tell me. I’m n-never assertive like this but- but—” he pulled his head back to look into Jumin’s eyes before closing them and shaking his head, seemingly changing the subject. “I love you so much.” His voice was louder and less controlled, and he placed a hand on Jumin’s chest, pushing him down to lay on his back, using his arms as support to hover over him before leaning down and kissing him.

Yoosung’s kisses were short, eager and passionate, and Jumin could feel his tears wet on his face. Jumin hugged Yoosung’s waist and let him lead, Yoosung pulling back after each kiss to take a breath and whisper I love you again and again, returning to let his tongue push past his lips.

Jumin was sweating, rapture flowing through his body, like he was walking on air and the world was spinning, his heart banging against his chest. He gasped, sucking in a breath and breaking the kiss. His eyes shot open and found Yoosung’s, both out of breath.

“I love you,” he said, out of impulse and the fact that he’d been wanting to say it ever since Yoosung threw him onto the bed. “I love you and I want you. All of you. I want you more than I want anyone else in this world.”

He saw more tears fall down Yoosung’s face and splash onto his, Yoosung taking a long, uncontrolled breath punctuated with another sob, his cheeks shining with tears and he forced out a few words. “I w-want you, please...” he said, before catching Jumin’s lips in another kiss, a rough one, and Jumin felt himself explode.

Yoosung kissed so desperately and with a passion that made it feel as if the room was getting hotter and hotter, humidity growing in the atmosphere. He was gasping and panting for air but still quickly returned each time for a breathless kiss.

At some point Jumin felt Yoosung’s teeth sink into his lip, enough that pain coursed through his body with the euphoria that came from the raw passion of it all.

That was how he knew he wasn’t dreaming, that Yoosung was real and in front of him and he could physically feel him, touch him, kiss him, and he wanted him, more in that moment than he ever had.

He wrapped his arms tighter around Yoosung’s waist and pushed him to the right, the kiss ending with Yoosung’s yelp as he fell off Jumin, landing on his back, head falling onto a pillow and elevating it slightly. Jumin rolled to the side, leaning forward to hover over him. Yoosung’s arms traveled up Jumin’s chest and rested around his neck, Jumin initiating the next kiss.

When it ended, Jumin spoke against Yoosung’s lips, words low and quiet.

“I want to leave a mark on you.”

“Please.” He spoke with the desperation and eagerness that came with his kisses. “I want you, Jumin, I—“

Jumin moved down to the crook of Yoosung’s neck and pressed his lips against hot skin, tongue running over where he wanted to mark before biting and sucking, Yoosung whimpering in response. Yoosung’s hands traveled and he forcefully ran his fingers through Jumin’s hair, each breath growing quicker and quicker until he gasped, letting out a whine from Jumin sucking harder.

Jumin moved closer to Yoosung, heat growing between them as he pushed further.

“... ah- oh, god, Jumin-! P-please, I w-want you, I want you- god, so bad, I- aah...!”

Jumin gave one last tug at Yoosung’s skin before pulling back, the bruise on his neck red and fresh. He looked into Yoosung’s desperate eyes, and his head was pulled forward by the two hands in his hair, crashing their lips together.

Jumin felt the relief of Yoosung’s hands relaxing in his hair, moving to his shoulders and his chest, pushing him so he rolled to the side and Yoosung was able to crawl on top of him once again. Yoosung slammed his hands onto Jumin’s shoulders and held him down, pinning him onto the bed.

Yoosung leaned down to kiss him again, pushing closer as Jumin had done, before his lips moved to Jumin’s jawline, kissing down his neck to his collarbone before he pulled back to tug at his tie.

Jumin’s eyes locked on the hickey on Yoosung’s neck as he fiddled with the tie before it came loose, pulling it down and out of Jumin’s shirt. Yoosung then tugged at his own blue jacket, pulling it off and throwing it to the side along with the tie.

Yoosung’s hands traveled up from under Jumin’s shirt, fingers moving up his bare chest, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His eyes locked on Jumin’s, dried tears on his cheeks. He pulled his hands back and moved them to tightly grip his shirt.

His eyes spoke every word.

Jumin slightly sat forward and tugged his shirt up, vision blocked for a moment when he took it off. He pulled it over his head and threw it to the side, Yoosung pinning him down again.

Yoosung’s vision moved from Jumin’s eyes to his chest and back up again.

“You don’t seem too thrilled.”

“What?” Yoosung’s eyes widened for a second before narrowing. “Jumin, when I say I love everything about you, I mean everything about you. I think you’re perfect.”

His eyes darted again, down and up, heavy breathing slowing down. Yoosung swallowed, another round of tears forming in his eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” Yoosung said, voice soft. Jumin hummed, closing his eyes.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that.”

“You’re the most amazing person on this earth, inside and out.” Jumin opened his eyes, staring directly into Yoosung’s. “I love you because you astonish me. You make me feel... like I’m not alone anymore.”

Yoosung’s lip trembled and he blinked back tears, one escaping and leaving a trail in its wake.

“So... sometimes I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend and you see me as perfect, when you are as perfect as perfect gets. And I’m—”

Yoosung leaned down to place a kiss on his lips, a soft one, unlike the rough, passionate ones from before. He moved to his cheek, down to his jawline, kissing Jumin across his face. He moved to Jumin’s other cheek before speaking.

“You’re beautiful,” he repeated. “That’s what you are. Beautiful. I love you.”

“The only beautiful one here is you.”

“Stop saying that!” Yoosung’s voice grew louder and he looked into Jumin’s eyes again. “Stop saying you’re not beautiful or- or amazing or perfect because you are, Jumin, and I love you. I love you so much and I want to love you forever. You...” he placed a kiss on Jumin’s forehead. “... you make me so happy, and you give me a reason to try...”

Jumin’s hands found Yoosung’s waist and gripped at his shirt. “Are you self confident, Yoosung?”

“Are you?”

Jumin’s hands fell.

“You should be, J-Jumin, you’re... the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Jumin considered Yoosung to be so much higher above him, the most beautiful person in the world, deserving of all his love and even more. He felt a connection to Yoosung that he’d never felt before, and wanted to share his love with him in a way he’d never shared with anyone else.

No one’d ever told him he loved him, wanted him, the way Yoosung did.

He didn’t think he’d be the best thing to ever happen to someone, the light of one’s life and the reason for trying.

But here he was.

And it felt... amazing. Meaningful. Like he finally found the person who wanted to give him everything, and he wanted to give him that, too; the person who wanted to love him forever if he could, and he was right in front of him, kissing from his forehead to his cheek to his jawline to his neck to his collarbone and leaving that love in a trail.

Jumin didn’t bother to blink back the tears forming in his eyes.

“I love you,” he said, voice trembling. “I love you, Yoosung, s-saying that I love you can’t express how much I love you. I don’t know w-what I’d do—” he sniffed, desperately trying to gain control of his voice, “—without you.”

Yoosung looked up.

“I love you, too,” he said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, either, so... so let’s do everything together, so I never lose you.”

He lowered his head again, lips landing on Jumin’s chest before traveling down. His kisses were slow and his hands moved with him, grazing Jumin’s arm and over his chest, touching any bare skin he could find. Jumin was covered in a layer of sweat and he imagined he could die of heatstroke, finding soft grunts escaping his mouth, closing his eyes and feeling Yoosung’s lips on his stomach.

When he heard the sound of a shirt thrown onto the floor, his eyes shot open.

He sat up to look at Yoosung, who was sitting on his lap and had his arms crossed over his bare chest, eyes averting to meet Jumin’s for a split second.

He was perfect.

“Wow,” Jumin whispered, and in that moment it was all he could manage. Yoosung looked back up at him.

“W-what?”

“You are absolutely stunning.”

Yoosung gave Jumin a small smile. “So are you.”

“Take your arms away.”

Jumin reached out to grasp Yoosung’s wrist and gently pull his arm, the other one falling with it, so he could look at him. He glanced up at Yoosung, who was shaking slightly. He then wrapped his arms around Yoosung’s waist and leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on his lips before his head dropped and he moved to his shoulder.

“Are you nervous?” Jumin asked.

“Y-yeah...”

“Don’t be. Everything about you is perfect.”

Jumin pulled Yoosung closer, kissing his neck, the feeling of skin against skin sending him into an exhilaration. Yoosung wrapped his arms around Jumin’s neck, saying his name under his breath, barely audible but enough that it echoed in Jumin’s mind and played on a loud repeat.

Pleasure flowed through his body as he gripped Yoosung’s waist and rolled their hips together, Yoosung whining in response, and Jumin had never heard a more beautiful sound.

“... aaah, oh god, Jumin, I w-want you, please...”

He kept his eyes closed, drowning in the mere darkness he saw and melting into Yoosung’s touch.

That night, he loved and wanted, treasuring every part of Yoosung Kim, his heart to his soul to his mind to his body. He gave him his own, every part of him that Yoosung held in his hands.

He let himself go, just this once.

For Yoosung.

It was as if Jumin’s body was on fire and he could breathe in the humidity in the air, uncomfortably yet euphorically warm under the covers of his bed, Yoosung pressed against his lower body with his hand and head on his chest, barely sticking out from underneath the blankets.

He felt numb, numb in his fingers and legs and arms, exhausted arms, holding his boyfriend against him and tracing circles on his back with his fingers. He listened as Yoosung whispered, hot breath against bare skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Jumin, you- you’re beautiful, and... I want you to believe that...”

Yoosung’s voice was hesitant, trembling. A sudden wetness against Jumin’s skin that he guessed was either sweat or tears.

“I want to help you, I don’t want to lose you- please- please, tell me I’m not gonna lose you...”

Yoosung’s voice cracked, tensing up, Jumin hugging tighter. His head was pounding with pain and his eyes were stinging with past tears, face flushed, and he held Yoosung in a way that wordlessly told him he’d never let him go.

He knew, in that moment, that he wanted to be happy with Yoosung, to not have to worry about anything and just spend every minute with him. To go on dates with him, have dinner with him, to cuddle on the couch and kiss his forehead and for them to tell each other everything’s going to be okay, and it’d end up that way.

Yoosung shifted closer to him, blonde hair tickling his chin. “Please.” Another soft whisper and Jumin barely heard it past the ruffling of the blankets. Yoosung’s hand moved to his shoulder and rested there, placing gentle, tired kisses against his neck.

Finally, Jumin spoke.

“You’re not going to lose me. I promise.” His hand moved to run through Yoosung’s hair and he pressed his lips against the top of his head, kissing for a slow second, speaking low words and thoughts and feelings against his hair when he finished. “I’m going to help you, too, and I’m here, right here. I’ll always be here.”

Yoosung began to shake underneath his arms, letting out a sob, tears streaming down his face and onto Jumin’s chest as he hugged him tighter.

“I’m here, Yoosung. I’m always going to be right here. You’re never going to lose me.”

He repeated it like a soft chant, over and over again.

He held him like he’d break his promise if he let go, the promise they’d made to each other, one he intended on keeping, and he knew why. His heart beat faster as he spoke, color and warmth erupting inside of him.

“We’re connected,” he said, speaking into Yoosung’s hair, placing another kiss on his head. “My heart is yours, Yoosung Kim. Everything about me is yours and I want you, everything about you, because I’m helplessly in love with you, Yoosung. Every moment we spend together I fall a little more in love with you.”

Yoosung’s breathing was shook with sobs, crying into the crook of Jumin’s neck.

“I’m- god, I love you, I’m so in love with you,” Yoosung said between gasps and sobs.

Yoosung pressed soft kisses against his neck, the humidity of the room making Jumin’s heart race. Jumin’s voice was another soft whisper against Yoosung’s hair.

“It took me so long... so long to realize the person I love is right in front of me. I found you... I can’t believe I found you...”

“Assistant Kang, what does it mean to be in love?”

“Well... um... love, Mr. Han, is a complicated topic. It’s... hard to explain, because being in love is such a phenomenal thing...”

“I know the definition of love. I know what it feels like. But... to describe love...”

“Love is incredible. I believe it is one of the most beautiful things in the the world. Love can be shared between family, friends... but being in love with someone is all-consuming, the purest form of suffocation.”

“How do you know you’re in love?”

“Well... love is a connection. I think when you connect with the person, and you’re truly able to understand them, enough to fall in love with them... that is the kind of love I see as all-consuming. You feel as if your heart if theirs, and a piece of you is with them. That kind of love is undying, and... almost unfathomable.”

“And... if you feel a part of them is with you...”

“Then that is a complete type of love. When you love another person, and you give them that love, you share your heart with them, and they return it, they share their heart with you... the way I can describe it, Mr. Han, is... true love.”

“... Assistant Kang.”

“Yes?”

“I think I’m in love with Yoosung.”

“Oh! Wow! I- um, well... if you are, then... then that’s... an amazing thing, Mr. Han.”

All-consuming.

Undying.

Connection.

Complete.

True.

He was in love with Yoosung, and from that point forward, he didn’t think. He knew.

Love can be blinding. Love can be a destructive thing and love can make a person unlike themselves.

But Jumin was in love, and he never felt more like himself than when he was with him.

He lay in that love as he pulled the man of his dreams against his chest, his breath hitting his neck as he spoke words that made Jumin fall more in love with him.

“I don’t want you to be lonely anymore.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #jusung #jumin han #yoosung kim #fluff #angst #fanfic

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namjoon-koya · 5 years

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Spring confessions

A/N: I didn’t get a request to do this, but since I’m on spring break I felt like doing something a bit related to that.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Fianlly! It’s spring break and you can’t wait to spend time with Peter, Ned suggests you guys go on a get away vacation which you agree to. Peter,Ned,MJ and you will spend an entire week together as Peter and Ned share a room together you and MJ are paried up you both talk about the future after high school you tell her you see a future with Peter but does he see one with you?

Warnings: none at all boi enjoy

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The bell finally ran everyone was getting excited especially since it was spring break which also meant summer was approaching quick you gathered your things putting them inside your backpack. You walked out the classroom and waited for Peter and Ned like you always did.

“Y/N!” You saw Peter and Ned walking towards you-you smiled giving a quick kiss to Peter “well boys it’s finally spring break!” You cheered out happily Peter smiled at your cheerful mood “Y’know I was thinking maybe we should go on vacation.”

Ned suggested at first you were hesitate about the idea but maybe he was right you guys had been working hard especially when you and Peter were at the avengers compound they never really let up on the heavy training.

“I think that’s a great idea Ned we need a vacation... let’s invite MJ.” You held Peter’s hand as you three walked out the school, later on when you arrived home you called MJ to ask her if she wanted to come along with you guys which she agreed to.

You start packing your things, you neatly fold them as you put them inside your bag, Peter sat on your bed as he watched you “this is going to be pretty exciting Y/N.. we get to spend more time together.” You felt your face heat up after he said that you always loved spending time with Peter you both always connected together.

“Y-yea.. so are we going to met up with Ned tomorrow or?...”

“Na he said he was going to met up with MJ so I guess we’ll just head to the airport.”

You nodded finally you finished packing Peter had stayed over for dinner since you asked him to finally after a while he gave you a kiss and told you he’d see you tomorrow.

What you hadn’t realized was the ENTIRE avengers were at the airport to bid you and Peter goodbye, a lot of people stopped and stared at them they’d even ask for pictures at times, “you guys didn’t have to come y’know me and Y/N will be back after a week..” Peter mumbled out.

“Aw c’mon kid we just wanted to say goodbye to our favorite kids.” Tony said ruffling up Peter’s hair “right.. well we better get going the plane is going to leave in a few minutes.” You said as you hugged Natasha and Steve.

“Alright have fun! Don’t forget to use condo-“

“SAM!!” You yelled out not letting him finish his sentence he only laughed holding onto Steve’s shoulder for support,

“I’m joking kid, but seriously protection use it.” Peter only shook his head ignoring his comment.

You both boarded the plane, it was a long 4 hours so you slept on Peter’s shoulder he kissed your forehead as he laid his head on yours.

-4 hours later-

The plane was finally landing and you were damn happy about it your legs were already numb and you needed to stretch them out, when you and Peter walked off the plane and gathered your things Peter called Ned asking him where he was.

Finally you guys saw Ned with MJ, you four walked off to the hotel you guys would stay at, Peter and Ned got a room together while you and MJ stayed together.

Since it was still daylight outside you guys decided to go out and explore a bit, you wore and tank top with shorts and some sneakers so you’d be comfortable. While you guys walked around Peter held onto your hand at times he’d glance over at you looking at you with loving eyes you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

After a while you guys headed back to the hotel room you were pretty sure Ned and Peter knocked out as soon as they laid their heads on their pillows. You and MJ stayed awake talking about things you’d ask her what she was going to do after high school and she told you what she wanted to do you could see the passion in her eyes as she did.

“But what about you Y/N? Especially since your with Peter do you see a future with him?” You stayed quiet for a bit thinking about it, you did love Peter since the first day you met him you knew you loved him but.. did he see a future with you? Did he want to stay with you after high school? Would all of that change after you guys graduate?

“Y/N?” Your mind was snapped back into reality as MJ looked at you “w-well.. I see my future with him.. but I don’t know if he does..” MJ just laughed a bit at your response “Y/N! Of course he does! I mean do you see the way he looks at you! I’m pretty sure he’s already thinking of making you his wife!”

You laughed when she said that “wife? I think we’re too young for that MJ.” You felt reassured after she said that you both talked for a while before finally deciding to sleep.

The next morning Peter,Ned,MJ, and you decided to go to a cafe for breakfast after having a full breakfast Ned suggested him and MJ go sight seeing which she agreed to leaving you and Peter alone.

“Me and Ned seriously fell asleep after we came back yesterday.” You laughed “me and MJ stayed up a bit..” you remembered the discussion from last night you’ve been wanting to ask Peter about his future, but you were too nervous to what if it wasn’t the response you were looking for or that you wanted?

“No wonder I heard a bit of mumbling at night.”

“U-um Peter?..”

“Yea Y/N?”

You took a deep breath in trying to relax your nerves.

“W-What do you see in your future?”

He hummed for a bit as he thought about it.

“Well I definitely see myself working for Mr.Stark.” Well that wasn’t a surprise he had grown attached to Tony since Tony did treat him like his own son.

“What else?”

“.... a-a future with you..” he mumbled out you couldn’t exactly hear what he just said,

“Can you repeat that again? I didn’t hear you?”

“F-future with you..”

“One more time?”

“Oh for the love of God! A future with you Y/N!” You blushed instantly at his words MJ was right he really did see a future with you.

“P-Peter.. I’m happy you said that.. i-i see a future with you too.” He beamed out a smile as he held onto your hand from across the table “well.. I’m thankful..”

MJ and Ned hid behind something hearing the conversation you and Peter had “ohhhh so now I see why you wanted to leave them alone together.” Ned said looking at MJ “those two needed a bit of a push to tell their feelings.”

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mainly-kpop · 5 years

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Ticklish

Thank you for the request anon, as always, I hope you love it! If you want a smutty part two let me know ;)

‘But you have to come, I can’t do it without you, not again.’ He continued to try and convince her, she rolled her eyes closing the tab she was working on, it was evident she wasn’t getting to finish this.

‘You’ve survived before why do you need me now?’ She questioned, and a valid one at that, it was just movie night, he made everything seem like a chore, that spending time outside of his studio was the worst thing he could think of.

‘Please? I’ll even let you sleep in my bed when it’s over, you know I never let anyone sleep in my bed.’ It was a tempting offer, usually when she ended up staying she slept on the couch, there was someone else’s bed she would rather camp in, but she won’t say that outright, whatever she could get she would take, the couch was like sleeping on a rock.

‘Fine, but, I get to pick the side of the bed I sleep on AND I get one of your shirts, any I want.’ She bargained, knowing full well he won’t say no.

‘Why do you do this to me? What did I do in a past life.’ He grumbled sarcastically. ‘Fine, but t-shirt, not hoodie.’ He mumbled back, she squealed, sending a quick see you soon through the mic before hanging up instantly.

‘I hope you are happy, I lost a t-shirt for you.’ Namjoon grumbled to the older boy, the gummy smile gracing his features answered his question.

‘Thank you!’ He spoke running straight for the door, Namjoon put his arm out stopping him from leaving.

‘Why don’t you just ask her, she has a massive crush on you, she wouldn’t say no.’ Yoongi sank back into the couch, taking a deep breath.

‘I don’t know why everyone says this, I don’t see her paying all that much attention to me, she’s always all over jin, or wrestling with Jungkook, she doesn’t do much with me.’ Namjoon looked at him completely dumbfounded, how could this man be so stupid and blind, he sighed sitting down beside him.

‘You are the biggest idiot Min Yoongi, if you can’t see how she looks at you when you’re speaking, or how she laughs a little bit louder when you sass one of us, when you sit down she ALWAYS tries to sit next to you. She cuddles up to you at movie nights, watches you walk out the room to bed, leaving her lying on the couch, she wants your bed bud, not mine.’ Yoongi rolls his eyes, Namjoon had always been a bit dramatic, he had never witnessed these things before so there was no way it could be true, he would pay close attention to her tonight, just to make sure of course.

‘Whatever you say Joonie, thanks though.’ He spoke turning and actually leaving the room this time.

‘I come with snacks gentlemen!!’ She screamed from the doorway, she heard a bunch of footsteps and four boys were in front of her before she could blink.

‘YES, always a pleasure to see our FAVOURITE person!’ Jimin screeched going straight in for a hug, Jungkook followed close behind and Hobi after, Tae stood in front of her cocking his head to the side, she raised an eyebrow at him. Where was her hug?

‘Hand over the snack bag and no one gets hurt.’ He spoke slowly and calmly, as if he was easing her down from the top of a building, she rolled her eyes at the dramatics, this idiot.

‘Um, not until I get my hug you ungrateful tuna baguette!’ She spoke handing the snack bag to Jimin, his eyes lit up as he ran away with it, all three of the boys chasing them.

‘LOVE YOU!!’ Tae yelled over his shoulder, clearly trying to make up for not hugging her. She huffed kicking off her shoes muttering a ‘yeah yeah’ under her breath. Walking into the kitchen she was greeted by Namjoon and Jin, they looked up at her smiling warmly.

‘Ah nice to see you, finally some help, these boys are useless!’ Jin spoke, clearly exasperated, Namjoon held the pizza cutter by the blade waving it around.

‘Is this what you were looking for Jin?’ Jin yelped at the scene before him, he was going to have a heart attack by the end of this damn night. She ran over grabbing the handle taking it out of his hand swiftly placing it on the counter.

‘Maybe you should take this through to the living room?’ She said placing plastic cups in his hands shooing him off.

‘While you’re at it help Yoongi pick a film.’ Jin spoke from beside her, busying himself with paper plates, like hell was he doing the dishes for these rapscallions. She helped him grab the pizzas taking them through for him and placing them on the coffee table, she could still hear the other four running around the house bag smacking against the walls. They came running into the living room, Jin putting his hand on Jungkooks chest stopping him in his tracks, clearly he managed to grab it off the older boy, the other three smacking against his back at the sudden halt.

‘Give me the bag Kookie.’ Jin spoke calmly putting his hand out for him to loop it in his fingers. ‘I won’t ask again.’

‘Don’t do it Kook it’s a trap!’ Taehyung shouts from the back of the group, she rolled her eyes stepping forward grabbing the bag out of his hand and passing it to Yoongi, he looked confused to say the least but took it anyway, he opened it up out of curiosity.

‘Did you buffoons even look in this damn bag?’ He spoke snorting a little at their stupidity, they ran over looking past his shoulder into the bag. Clothes, that’s all that was in there, her over night bag, modest as it was, it definitely wasn’t snacks.

‘I thought I was getting snacks, not panties and toothpaste, god damn it.’ Tae sulked throwing himself down onto the couch beside Namjoon.

‘What are we watching anyway?’ She spoke squeezing in beside Yoongi and Jimin, the tight squeeze caused Jimin to sigh and shift himself further away letting her have space. This did not go unnoticed to Yoongi however, Namjoon planting things in his head making him over think the smallest of actions. He looked down at her watching her kick her feet up under her, squirming slightly trying to get as comfortable as possible before the movie began.

‘Oh right uh, Yoongi picked.’ Namjoon spoke breaking him out of his trance, snapping his head round at the mention of his name, she looked up at him eyes wide in both question and knowing. He didn’t, he wouldn’t have.

‘You let HIM pick?! Oh Jesus.’ She spoke ever so slightly panicked, horror, that’s what he picked, she could see it in his face, the small smirk playing on his lips, his god damn kissable lips.

‘We are watching IT.’ He spoke so calmly, as if he hadn’t just told her that the only damn fear she had, would be cast on the screen in front of them for approximately 2 hours. She let out a groan of frustration along with Hobi and Jin, this was not about to be fun.

‘Min Yoongi, I hate your guts.’ She spoke calmly and clearly, grabbing a plate and a slice of pizza sitting back into the couch, maybe if she pushed hard enough it would swallow her up?

‘AGH no you don’t, you’re just a drama queen, you love me.’ He spoke, not thinking about his words, he felt her body tense and relax faster than it happened, she cleared her throat muttering an ‘as if’ under her breath trying to be calm and collected.

Usually she would fall asleep through movie night, but this was not a movie she would be sleeping in front of any time soon. Clowns weren’t exactly a massive fear she had, it was more the way he was portrayed, the way clowns were always evil, she didn’t like it one bit and it made the film all that more terrifying.

A jump scare came on and she hid her face in the nearest surface, that just so happened to be Yoongis chest, he chuckled slightly wrapping an arm around her shoulder, rubbing little circles into her arm, trying his hardest to calm her. She heard Hobi scream from the left of her, she then heard whoever was sitting next to him telling him to get the fuck off his lap. Yoongi made eye contact with Namjoon, he raised his eyebrows silently saying ‘told you so’ Yoongi motioned to the TV trying to say it’s only because of the movie she was cuddling him, Namjoon rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. Yoongi knew it wasn’t the movie, the jump scare happened 5 minutes ago and she was still cuddled into him chewing her lip full of anxiety.

‘Thank god that’s over, Yoongi NEVER picks the movie again, all in favour?’ Hobi spoke raising his hand, a couple hands followed after hers shooting up instantly, he looked down at her gasping sarcastically.

‘How dare you?! My movie taste is impeccable!’ Yoongi grumbled trailing his hands down her sides jabbing his fingers in random places, eventually leading to tickling her, her giggles left her mouth quickly followed by desperate breaths and her pleading him to stop. The rest of the boys rolled their eyes stepping up quickly.

‘I’m going to my room, y’all are idiots I swear.’ Namjoon spoke. Followed by good nights from the rest, he stopped tickling her to say goodnight to them, she saw her chance and pounced quickly tickling his sides. He giggled quickly swatting her hands away telling her to stop, his efforts weren’t very enthusiastic however, her providing little touches to him even if it was tickling was perfect to him.

‘okay okay, but that movie was awful, never do that to me again.’ She spoke standing up straightening her clothes out getting ready to leave the room, she grabbed her bag walking through to Namjoon’s room hoping to god he was still awake. She heard light snores from the door and hoped it was just one of the other boys, she cracked the door open realising she was wrong. The snores got louder as the door creaked open, there was Namjoon, lying on top of his covers, sprawled out to all corners, in nothing but his boxers. God damn it. Closing the door again, she threw her head back in frustration, the couch again.

He was finding it hard to sleep, he couldn’t stop things going around his head, things Joon had planted that he can’t stop thinking about. He grumbled getting out of bed, maybe a glass of water will help, in reality he was just looking for an excuse to leave these damn 4 walls.

‘What you doing?’ a voice behind him made him jump a foot in the air, he placed a hand over his heart trying to regain stability. He turned around seeing her curled up on the couch, blanket pulled up to her chin.

‘Jesus H. Christ you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here, I thought you were sleeping in Joonies bed?’ The words felt bitter on his tongue, he looked at her screwing up her nose, smirking he continued to the kitchen, she followed closely behind wrapping the blanket around her shoulders.

‘You really are a little pussy cat aren’t you! Besides, Joon fell asleep already and is snoring enough for the seven of you, I don’t think so some how.’ She sighed resting her elbows on the counter, the blanket falling off one shoulder, Yoongi looked at it sceptically furrowing his eyebrows.

‘Y/N? Do you have no shirt on?’ her eyes widened covering her shoulder back up, burying her face in her hands.

‘I uh, Joonie promised me a shirt so I didn’t bring one...’ She answered blushing, Yoongi walked over brushing her hair out her face causing her to remove her hands and look at him. He grabbed her hand pulling her along behind him, she clutched the blanket for dear life, if this falls she’s done for. She would never come back, never look him in the eye again, just run for the hills. They reached his bedroom, he let go of her hand walking over to his dresser pulling out any random shirt throwing it at her.

‘Go to the bathroom, put a damn shirt on, take those stupid ass jeans off and come to bed.’ He spoke plopping himself down on his bed, leaning up watching her reactions.

‘Come to bed? Yoongi I don’t want to-‘

‘I don’t care what you want, I know you’re terrified from that film, if you sleep alone you won’t sleep, now hurry up I’m tired.’ He passively informed her, in reality this was all a rouse, of course he picked that horror movie on purpose, of course Namjoon was pretending to sleep, who fucking spreads out to all four corners of a bed. He wanted to be the one who cuddled with her, who woke up with her arm over his stomach, he wanted to be the one who felt her close to him, and only now because he’s been told that’s what she wants too.

She came back from the bathroom holding her blanket, and her jeans, she looked at him questioningly, he picked them out of her arms throwing them in a heap of his own washing, good enough. She crawled into the bed Yoongi following closely behind facing away from her. He was shirtless, in only a pair of shorts, it took all of her self control to not stroke her hand down his chest, enjoy the way his stomach would tense under her touch.

She could hear his light breathing, assuming he was asleep she scooted closer resting a hand on his hip. His skin was warm under her touch, she closed her eyes enjoying the sensation letting it lull her to sleep.

‘If you’re going to cuddle, cuddle.’ He whispered, the sound of his voice, no matter how quiet it was still managed to startle her, she whipped her hand away mainly in fright partly in embarrassment. He grabbed her hand quickly pulling it back to where it was, placing his hand over the top of it.

‘I don’t think you understand, I want you to cuddle me.’ He still faced away from her, fearing that even in the dark, she would see how anxious he was, how scared he was that she still wouldn’t feel the same way.

‘I want to, I really want to.’ She whispered shuffling her pelvis closer to his, partly spooning his body. Leaving space between his naked back and her clothed chest. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, causing her to move her hand to a more comfortable position. She trailed her nails gently up and down his back, Yoongi didn’t even know he could whimper before this, but boy did he, like a little bitch. She smirked at the involuntary noise escaping his throat, humming in satisfaction.

‘You like that? It just tickles me.’ She whispered, continuing her ministrations.

‘It tickles me too, I just uh, seem to enjoy it in a different way.’ He spoke grabbing her hand and pressing it tightly to his boner, she gave it a gentle squeeze, who knew someone could be turned on by tickling?

#bts #bts one shot #bts yoongi #min yoongi #request #requested #requests open #fic request #talking requests #bangtan #bts fluff #anon ask

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kamino-ink · 6 years

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Dysania | Byun Baekhyun

✧ dysania - (n.) the state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning

✧ Genre: Hogwarts!au, fluff, a speck of angst if you squint hard enough

✧ Summary: Byun Baekhyun was, by far, the loudest man boy you had ever met. A true Gryffindor at his core, Baekhyun is determined to make sure you aren’t late to breakfast every morning. Rather, a nosy but caring Gryffindor worries for his hungry housemate who is always missing the most important meal of the day.

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A seeping, warm glow of sunlight managed to filter into the room of the tall tower, covering the floor with stripes of excellent gold and orange streaks. Silence had long consumed the dormitories of Gryffindor tower, as most of its students had since woken up and left to the common room or the Great Hall for breakfast. Of course there was the occasional straggler, struggling to drag themselves out of their rather comfortable beds and shrug on their long robes; but one particular Gryffindor fifth year student had yet to wake at all.

Another hour passed and all but one lone student had left the tower, her lips parted with quiet snores left unheard to the empty dorm. It wasn’t until something sharp had pecked her nose that she finally woke up, feeling (and looking) quite disheveled. Her eyelids struggled to remain open as she sat up in her bed, the cotton sheets curled around her bare legs. By now the sunlight had become just a bit brighter, now beaming into the mostly empty room as the tired girl let out a mighty groan similar to that of the roar of her house’s symbol.

“Morning, Una.” She grumbled to the tiny elf owl, watching as her feathered friend hopped off of her bed and onto a makeshift perch merely inches away.

She glanced over to her shabby bedside table, a puff of air blowing out from between her dry lips when her sleepy gaze landed on the rickety clock, which had been kindly gifted to her by Oh Sehun; a snarky third year Slytherin she had befriended a few months ago. It was his way of attempting to help her get a sense of time, though it had clearly failed; again.

“Another day without breakfast, I suppose.”

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“Miss Y/N, this is the... fifteenth time you have just barely made it to my class on time,” Snape droned on with a flat tone, a slew of soft snickers ringing in the girl’s ears as she quickly made her way to an open seat, “make sure it does not happen again.”

“Yes, professor.” She said with a sigh, though there was little to no remorse in her voice. Once the greasy haired man had turned his back to the class, she slumped down into her chair with discontent. Her stomach rumbled a bit too loudly for her liking, her cheeks burning a deep red when a few Slytherins smirked in self-amusement-

“Here, eat this so I don’t have to listen to your stomach growling every ten seconds.” An amused voice murmured beside her ear, causing her to jump in surprise. Whipping her head to the right, she just noticed who her unsuspecting seatmate happened to be, his pretty pink lips curled upright into a sort of smile, border-lining a smirk. “Do you not eat breakfast like any normal person, princess? You know, at some point you’re going to have to start waking up and eating so that I can stop being your personal caregiver.”

Byun Baekhyun, a fellow fifth year Gryffindor who was one half of the next generation of Hogwart’s pranksters. He was known to dye his hair every once in a while, and for now he was sporting a deep chestnut brown that came down in gentle waves, perfectly parted in the middle. He was friends with a majority of the school, including the likes of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter himself - which made for some interesting gossip on his behalf.

“Did you hear that Malfoy and Potter nearly got into a hexing match last week? Malfoy says that he was sabotaged by Potter in Potions, even told me himself. Honestly, they should just make out and get it over with.”

Eyes narrowed in annoyance at his small smirk, she snatched the green apple from the spot he had placed it on the desk, almost immediately sinking her teeth into the fruit. Fuck that's good, she thought to herself, part of her pride not wanting to admit to her housemate that she was thankful for the small but filling snack - but she quickly eventually gave into his stupid grin, sending him a tiny smile of her own.

“Thank you, Baekhyun.” She thanked him quietly, almost inaudibly, before she turned her attention back to the front of the classroom where Snape was starting the lesson of the day. Fortunately for her, Baekhyun heard her soft words and took them in stride, though he couldn't help but think to himself that her smile was enough thanks in his eyes.

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Another day, another late start - at least, that was what Amber thought when she noticed Y/N Y/L/N still sound asleep in her bed, the blankets pulled up to her chin as her body barely showed that she was still breathing. Time and time again Amber and the other girls in the dorm they occupied had tried to wake the girl on their own, but each time they failed miserably. In fact, most of the Gryffindor girls had tried to wake her up at some point in the year, even the talented Hermione Granger - to no avail.

“Baekhyun, there is no way you’re going to make it!” A booming voice echoed in the tower, catching Amber’s attention for a moment while her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Watch me, Chanyeol!”

The sound of quick footsteps baffled the short haired girl, only furthering her confusion and growing concern. Was Byun fucking Baekhyun trying to get into the girl’s dormitory?

By now, a shrieking sound would be blasting in the tower, a consequence of any person of the opposite gender trying to sneak their way into the girl’s part of the tower - yet there was no shriek, nor did Amber hear any sort of indication that the fifth year had slid down onto the floor of the common room.

“Morning Amber!” No fucking way. “I’m just here to wake up dear Y/N, no need to worry.” The bright brunette hummed happily, although his thin body shrunk into itself a little bit under the tomboy’s wary glare that shifted between himself and the still snoring girl buried beneath her sheets and blankets. “I swear that's it, I’m not gonna like... prank you or anything.” He insisted. When Amber finally sighed and looked away with a roll of her eyes, he mentally cheered for himself and sauntered over to the only bed with an occupant in it.

His curious gaze swept over her body as he took a moment to crouch down next to her bedside, lips pursed in deep thought. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he could’ve sworn that he saw a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead. For a moment he debated on whether he should wake her up warmly, lovingly, as his mother used to do with him whenever he slept in purely out of bad habit.

But that, of course, was thrown out the door.

“W-what the fuck!?” The startled Gryffindor groaned loudly when a sudden heavy force had toppled onto her sleeping body, a creak resounding from the springy mattress as the impact of extra weight woke the girl up immediately. Snapping her eyelids open, she glared horribly at the beaming head of chestnut hair and blaring white teeth. “Byun Baekhyun, you are a dead man-” She began to hiss in fury, sitting upright and readying her arm to swing at him.

“Woah, calm down sleeping beauty!” Blurted the slightly terrified man, who was silently taking note to never, ever, wake her up so harshly again unless he had a death wish. “I uh - I brought you a present!”

Now that peaked her curiosity.

Seeing that he had the grumpy girl’s attention, he hurriedly reached over to her bedside table and grabbed something that smelled absolutely divine, holding it out to her a bit nervously. “Um, its a chocolate chip m-muffin, there was blueberry but I erm, didn't k-know which own you liked better-” Baekhyun, the confident, goofy fifth year Gryffindor, stuttered like a nervous kid asking a girl to prom. Before he could finish his broken sentence, however, the warm muffin had been graciously taken from the palm of his hand. Nibbling on the delicious bread, the girl was fully alert and awake, her lips twitching into another painstakingly thankful grin.

“Thanks, Baek.”

Baek? That’s a new one... Baekhyun thought to himself, his heart thumping madly in his chest as she uttered the nickname and continued to nibble on her muffin, I like it.

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Three weeks of the same cycle had flown by. Each morning, Byun Baekhyun would somehow find his way to the top of the staircase for the girl’s dormitories and in the room belonging to Y/N, another fifth year Gryffindor he had found himself calling a dear friend - and likewise, of course. Chanyeol and Jongdae, two of his closest friends in the same year, constantly teased him about it.

“Let me get this straight; you bring Y/N, the girl who is literally known for almost always being late to classes, a chocolate chip muffin every morning so she can wake up earlier and get to breakfast in time?” The shorter Hufflepuff clarified, an eyebrow quirked in slight befuddlement as his gaze shifted between an amused Chanyeol and a blushing Baekhyun.

“For the last time, yes, that is exactly what I do. Why in the world is it such a big deal?” Baekhyun hissed in agitation and embarrassment, his long fingers nervously going to readjust his tie as the trio approached the Herbology greenhouse, careful not to accidently run into a group of giggling third years standing in the middle of the path. “She is my friend, just like you guys are.”

Chanyeol and Jongdae both rolled their eyes at their friend, making eye contact with one another and laughing silently at how fucking whipped the brunette was with his housemate. “Uh huh. Then why don’t we get fresh muffins every morning?”

“Why don’t we get bear hugs when we pass you walking to class?”

“How come we don't get annoyingly cute giggles whenever we talk?” The mischievous pair protested diligently, only to realize that their comrade had already walked a full three steps ahead and had his lanky arms wrapped around an all too familiar Gryffindor, a giggle bursting from his smiling lips. When the pair had finished catching up for a mere few seconds, the blushing girl made her way past the bemused pair of boys, holding up a hand in greeting.

“Hey guys!”

“Hey, Y/N!” They said in unison, watching as Baekhyun’s puppy-eyes followed her all the way back into the castle.

“Dude, you are so whipped.”

“Shut it, Dae!”

Now, the lonesome girl found herself perched on the sill of one of the windows belonging to the Astronomy tower, her watchful gaze looking at the quiet grounds of Hogwarts. She was in such deep thought, gazing upon the grounds, that she didn’t notice the sound of approaching footsteps climbing up the staircase of the stone tower. In fact, she only became aware of the new presence when they made themselves known - by whispering into her ear.

“Now what on earth are you doing all the way up here so late, princess?” Her shoulders shuddered in surprise at the sudden intrusion, the soothing but familiar whisper falling onto her now beating heart.

She peeked over to the side, suddenly thankful that the darkness of the night hid her red cheeks when she spotted Baekhyun’s curious yet alluring gaze. No longer dressed in his normally wrinkled uniform, the boy was dawning a simple pair of gray sweatpants and a fluffy, pale blue sweater decorated with a single dreamy cloud in the middle. He was also sporting a pair of rather large glasses, which only had the girl’s heart beating even faster than before. Curse Byun Baekhyun for being so goddamn adorable.

“I - I couldn’t sleep, Baek,” she managed to utter through parted lips, her attention fully on the taller Gryffindor as he cocked his head to the side in curiosity, “Harry knows t-that I don’t get much sleep, so he lets me stay up here for a while.” She explains, smiling fondly as she recalls the conversation she had with the boy-who-lived a couple of months ago, when he first became a prefect. The messy-haired boy had been completely understanding, explaining (but not going into detail) that he too often had sleepless nights where his brain was muddled with, well, everything. Slipping back into the present, she found herself wondering why Baekhyun’s eyebrows were knitted together in concern and some other foreign emotion she couldn’t quite figure out,

“Oh... but, why don’t you get much sleep?” The curious boy asks her, stuffing his chilly hands into his pockets. His concern only flourished as she winced at the question, and he noticed how she only curled up into a ball even more so than before.

“I - I don’t really know why, but earlier this year I started to have reoccurring nightmares,” she speaks up after a moment of silence between them, not daring to look up at Baekhyun as she talked in a hushed tone, “I asked Kyungsoo to make a potion to force me to sleep, but then the nightmares only got scarier whenever I took it. No matter what I do, they’re still there. I come up here to try and relax before bed, but I tend to end up sleeping in because of how late I go to bed.” She finishes quickly, eyes squeezed shut to avoid Baekhyun’s strong, piercing brown gaze. “Obviously I end up missing breakfast most of the time, s-so... when you started waking me up and bringing me down to eat, I guess something clicked in my brain because I’ve actually started to sleep a bit better-”

Without warning, warm lips press against her own, forcing her to stop her rambling. Her hands come up to hold the face of the boy who is kissing her, her breath hitching in her throat. All too soon he pulls away, but not too far, as he gently presses their foreheads together, his soft breath fanning against her parted lips.

“If it means that you can sleep better and actually eat every morning, I will gladly do this every day for as long as I live, Y/N.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, Baek.”

“What? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day-”

“Oh - just hush and kiss me again, before Harry catches you up here with me.”

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✧ A/N: the ending is a bit rushed [??] sorry kIDs, anywho I hope you all enjoyed this fluffy fluffy flUFFY Hogwarts au!!

#exo #Baekhyun #exo scenarios #Baekhyun scenarios #Baekhyun scenario #Hogwarts au #exo Hogwarts au #exo harry potter au #exo imagine #Baekhyun fic #byun baekhyun #Baekhyun oneshot #exo fluff #exo angst #exo au

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skizmin · 6 years

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you’re my favourite constellation.

stargazing!au, friends to lovers with han jisung

(this giF IM SCREAMING CUTIE)

request from @straybin: Can I request a stray kids jisung friends to lovers star gazing au! Your aus are super sweet I loved the seungmin one!

(thank you so much ily 💝💓💖💕💞💘💗)

alright lets get straight into it

so youre a highschool student with an affinity for astrology, like, you love it

for your birthdays you get astrology books and maps and even once a really cool telescope!!

its just what you love, okay?

anyway, recently youd moved in with your cousin who lived alone and needed a roommate, plus it was closer to your school than your own home.

you parents practically shoved you in there with short notice (at least they were paying rent and grocery expenses) and you were like well okay

you didnt mind your cousin at all, but she can be a bit excitable and overbearing sometimes but you have to deal with it really

“dUDE i gotta show you something follow me”

you were unpacking when your cousin said this, you set down your telescope and followed her out the front door. your cousin lived in an apartment block basically, she was on the third story out of five. there was a very cute young family across the hall from you guys n stuff

anyway she kept going up and up these stairs and you were like where the fUck are we going im so tired

she laughed and said you were almost there and proceeded to push open a big heavy door

wow

you were in complete awe

in front of you was a massive open roof, the setting sun and the wide sky completely in view from all points, and when you looked up? oh my god it just seemed so clear

“you like stargazing dont you? youre allowed to come up here all you want as long as you dont make a ruckus yeah?”

you agreed, smiling W I D E and attacking your cousin in a hug

like,, two weeks later?

you still hadnt gone stargazing on the roof yet

on top of moving in and mid term school, it was a struggle to deal with so you just didnt have the time at the moment

untillll you had a falling out with a friend. it wasnt anything too serious but a few hurtful truths were said and the added stress of everything else going on, it was just overwhelming

so when you got home that afternoon, you packed a small box with your telescope, your notebook and pens, a couple of your astrology study books and two big blankets

then, after you made and ate dinner with your cousin, you made a big cup of hot chocolate (or coffee or tea or a moccha, whatever you prefer) and told your cousin you were going upstairs and youd probably be back late so youd take a key in case she was asleep

your cousin agreed and watched you balance the massive mug and your box in your hands and also the two big pillows you spontaneously grabbed as you walked out

arriving on the roof, you laid everything out, not bothering to set up your telescope just yet and you sat back sipping your hot drink

you didnt know when you started to cry but it happened, and soon enough you where silent sobbing on your own letting out a few sniffles here and there. life was just too busy and overwhelming at the moment

it was about half an hour later when you stopped sobbing, you were still crying, wiping your tears from your face every minute or so, this was when the door to the roof opened and shut

you thought it would just be your cousin so you stayed still and aited for her to find you and comfort you

the the felt a foot hit your thigh and heard a whisper shout of “hoLY FUCK”

you sat up, hastily wiping your tears as you tried to see the dark figure in front of you, they had turned on their torch and were now shining it directly into your eyes

“i am so sOrry i didnt even see you there, were you sleeping? oh god i cant believe i just almost stepped on you- wait? are you crying? oh my god”

it was some sort of god in front of you, you were sure. perfectly tanned skin, gorgeous doe like eyes, soft cheeks and pink lips. you were pretty much mesmerised, even as he crouched down in front of you

“hey, im sorry. i really didnt mean it its just dark out, are you okay? i didnt hurt you did i?”

he sounded so unbelievably guilty that you felt bad, snapping out of it you responded with a choked out “im sorry, im fine, its okay!”

the boy in front of you smiled out of relief, eyes lingering on you before looking at the set-up around you

“im jisung, i live on 2nd floor. i havent seen you around before, i didnt know we had new neighbours”

he looked at you and tilted his head in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips set in a slight pout. your heartbeat involuntarily picked up at the sight

“oh! im uh- im y/n, i just moved in with my cousin y/c/n, she lives on third floor...” you awkwardly and shyly looked down to the ground, hastily tidying up the mess of notebooks and your hot drink as he replied

“oh! y/c/n! i know her, shes really nice. how old are you? you look a bit younger than her honestly” his brows furrowed further and he smiled lightly when you looked up at him, he was still crouching in front of you

“oh, im 17, she lives closer to my school than my parents and she needed a housemate, so here i am!” you laughed really nervously and looked down at your fingers again

jisung smiled to himself, ah, theyre cute

“oh, im the same age then!” he laughed before looking away slightly, asking the difficult question, “are you sure youre okay? you look like youve been crying,”

dread crushed your chest, he’d seen you crying, this was really embarassing for you

“oh nothing! i was just- uh, i was just a bit stressed is all” you held your breath, hoping jisung wouldnt pry any further, you really didnt want to talk about it

he laughed good heartedly, “ah yeah, we all get a bit like that sometimes. what are you doing up here though? its freezing, are you studying or something? waiT IS THAT A TELESCOPE?!”

it was your turn to laugh, this kid was really positive and seemed to know how to take a hint

“im stargazing! my cousin said i could come up here but, if you need to roof then dont worry ill go down its no porblem”

you looked at his face this time as you spoke and oh my god stop smiling at me like that

“stargazing? thats so cool! dont worry, i only came up here for some fresh air, my housemates are a bit loud. so what, do you just look at the stars and planets or?” he finally sat dwn next to you. “can you show me a constellation?”

you giggled and nodded, you whole body tingling because of the close proximity of your bodies and the idea of the stereo-typically romantic thing you were about to do. “we need to lay back okay?”

you laid back, he followed, his head was lost to to yours and his hands rested on his stomach, he turned his head to look at you

m i s t a k e

you didnt turn to him. you were bright red at the feel of his breath fanning across your face you kept your head straight on the sky

“now what?” he softly whispered it to you, your stomach violently dipped and your heart practically stopped

youre all “uhhhh uh- well, uh, you just um- see that sorta diamond of stars over there? and then it sorta uh, has a triangle on top?”

jisung follows your line of eyesight and tries to focs on specific stars that make out the shape, he sees it “oH! i see it!”

“yeah, thats lyra, its a harp basically.”

jisung squints and you lightly turn your head to him, not fully, just enough to see his face. “oh, it does look like a harp i guess, whys it there?”

“it represents the lyre of orpheus, who was a greek poet and musician, he was killed though...”

“wow, thats sad but also so cool...” jisungs phone buzzes, you see its a message from someone called minho, asking where he is

“crap, y/n, ive gotta go but um. i really liked talking to you and im really interested in the stars now, it seems like theyve all got stories. would you mind teaching me again sometime?”

he was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly

“oh! um- yeah of course i will, i mean, yeah definitely!”

you realised you didnt have his phone, so you couldnt really get your number for him

he saw you looking and spoke up “uh, maybe just next time, um, come and grab me? my apartment is number 6, im almost always there if im not at school really. just, whenever youre going up and you feel like some company, come knock on the door or something?”

you smiled, the thought made you nervous but you did want to see jisung again. “okay, of course.”

he smiled brightly at you, you cursed your heart again, “great! ill get going then, dont stay for too long okay? youll get a cold.” he stood up and waved to you

“bye jisung!” you call out softly as he walks away

you leave not long after he left, it felt boring on your own suddenly. you didnt even remember youd been crying at all, it felt like a massive weight was lifted off of your shoulders.

you slept so easily that night, dreaming of the stars and jisung.

a week and a half later? it was a friday night

you were packing your box to go stargazing again when you remembered jisung, you wanted to bring him along with you. he might be busy, but you packed an extra couple of blankets and soem pillows and placed them just inside your door before you went downstairs to go and get him

you were so nervous as you knocked on the door, preparing for utter embarrassment. the door opened up tho

“oh, youre not the complex owner thank god.” you were greeted by someone possibly younger than you, he had reddish hair and a sweet smile. “how can i help you?’

you tried to block out the screeches coming from inside the apartment, you could hear about five voices screaming at once “im uh, im y/n, im from upstairs? i was wondering if jisung was here at all?”

he smirked, like he knew something you didnt. “sure one sec, im seungmin by the way.” he turned away from you and screamed into the apartment “jiSUNG, SOMEONES HERE FOR YOU, HURRY UP.”

“coMING!!” was heard throughout the apartment followed by a “fELiX gEt ofF Of mE” and seungmin smiled awkwardly at you before a head popped past the wall into the entrance way

“oh! y/n! you came!” he tried to walk over to the door but you noticed a body dragging on his legs.

“jiSUNG PLEASE DO MY CHORES FOR ME.” the boy yelled at jisungs feet

seungmin laughed, looking at you saying “ill leave you to it” before jogging over to a tangled up jisung and who you presumed was felix and tearing felix from jisungs body, dragging him away

“uh, sorry about that, hes lazy and pathetic.” jisung laughed, so did you

“i was just wondering if you were free? i was about to go up to the roof..”

jisung smiled brightly, “of course, let me get my coat and phone.”

once he was ready you two went up to your apartment, you told him to come in and wait a bit while you made him a hot drink of hit choice, then you grabbed some pillows and your box and you both walked up the remaining flights of stairs to the roof

it was the beginning of a tradition really, youd go down and grab him, his housemates would call for him as soon as the saw you, before he left theyd whisper things into his ear that made him blush but you simply shrugged it off

after about two months of going up to the roof together, you admitted to yourself that you liked him

a lot

you liked his smile, his voice, how he was endlessly making you happy, you liked he warmth of when hed lie next to you and the way he’d rest a hand on your lower back, guiding you up the stairs. you liked his goodbye hugs and the way he’d hold your hands the one week you couldnt find your gloves. you liked how he was so interested in the stars like you, but you considered giving up looking at the sky to simply look into his eyes because they held galaxies within them. you liked the way he’d whisper your name to check if you were awake and the gentle touch of his fingertips when he brushed your hair out of your eyes

you liked him so much, you couldnt deny it. it crushed you in a way, you thought he would never like you back, and you increasingly got more nervous and drifted away bit by bit

one night, you were up on the roof and jisung sighed loudly, you asked him what was wrong

“can i rant a little bit? please?” jisung had puppy eyes as he sat up and looked at you, you sat up as well and nodded for him to go on

“ah, this is hard,” he started before looking at the pot plants next to your set up that were the centrepiece of the rooftop,

“i um, basically i like this uh, this person right? i like them as more than a friend,” your heart clenched and dropped to your stomach. oh. this was heart break. “we’ve been friends for a while and i thought, well, yeah i thought id been quite obvious with my feelings. i hoped that their shyness was them maybe reciprocating my feelings but? maybe not. lately theyve just-”

jisung huffed and looked up at you again, your heart got caught in your throat, you could see he was nervous about telling someone about his crush and he looked sad talking about the unfortunate circumstances

“theyve been distancing themselves from me. they flinch away we i try to be more affectionate and- and they just dont seem like they like me anymore. not even in a romantic way, in a friend way. and im just upset i guess. ive never ever liked someone this much before, every night im filled with these feelings of just wanted to cuddle with them and take them on dates and hold their hands and- and kiss them. the whole package. it hurts, y/n. why dont they like me?”

the sad feeling you was feeling showed in your voice as you replied. “youre a great person jisung, theyd be an idiot not to like you, seriously. i cant think of someone more deserving of love than you.” you tried to nervously look into his eyes

“then why dont they like me y/n? no one ever likes me.” he was still looking down onto the ground

“i like you jisung.”

oh no

oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no W O R D V O M I T

you clenched your eyes shut, your heart was beating rapidly, you cant believe you just said that when hed just been speaking about liking someone else. you wanted to cry, to bury yourself alive, anything to get out of that situation.

“really? what?” he snapped his head up, staring at you wide eyed and shocked

“nevermind jisung, forget i said it, i didnt mean to make it awk-”

jisung cupped your cheeks, you felt his warm palms and cool fingertips before you felt his lips, slightly chapped yet soft

your mind was going crazy, you barely managed to move your lips along with jisungs before he parted away, still holding your cheeks and smiling widely

“out of all the stars in this world, youre the brightest y/n.”

you died inside before realising he liked you, all the things he said earlier were about you

jisungs eyes were hopeful, happy, loving, especially when you smiled at him so purely

“jisung, kiss me again.”

and he did, pulling you into his lap and letting you tangle your fingers into his hair

he even kissed you outside your apartment, giggling in happiness and tugging you into his body before saying goodbye

jisung couldnt remember a time he’d been this happy, and honestly, neither could you.

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cosmicdaya · 6 years

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look-alike, love again | part 3

{summary} : someone learns more about someone

{warning} : swearing ( spoiler-free )

{word count} : 1749 words

{pairing} : smol bean!peter parker x reader, fuckboy!tom holland x reader

{requested} : no one

{type of story} : series

{continuation} : (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)

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You dragged your pillow and your blanket all the way to Room 305, where Ned, Peter, Michelle and Rowan were awaiting your arrival. You knocked on their door a few times, before deciding to call one of them. As you unlocked your phone, the door swung open to reveal Rowan in a baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

You plopped yourself down on the couch as you hugged your pillow tightly. You stared at the television, not paying attention to the movie playing.

“Hey Y/N, you okay, man? What did you mean by you were fucked in the groupchat?” Ned asked you, bringing a bowl of ice-cream to eat.

You snatched the ice cream from him and started eating it as he looked at you in shock.

“Okayyyyy, that means our girl is in big trouble now. Ok, honey spill the tea,” Michelle announced.

You told them everything about how to tried to kill Mr Harrington and how you are stuck with an annoying dumbass as a roommate.

“Oh shit, bro. That’s so bad. I would probably go crazy if I was in your shoes,” Rowan slung an arm around you as you kept eating Ned’s ice-cream.

“Where’s Pete?” you asked, realizing the absence of your friend.

“Oh, he’s at the library to do some revision. He did text me saying that he is on his way,” Ned replied.

You nodded your head, setting down your bowl of ice-cream on the table. You heard a knock on the door and went to open it. You saw Tom standing there.

“Tom, what are you doing here?” you asked, confused.

“What do you mean, Y/N? I am Peter,” Peter clarified, knocking you into your senses.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just that my mind is pretty messed up these days,” you scratched the back of your neck, trying to cover up the fact that you mistook him for Tom Fucking Holland.

He gave you a boyish smile which made your knees weak. It’s not that you didn’t like him, maybe you did. It’s just that you were too afraid to tell him that you like him and no one knows about your not-so-little crush on him.

“Why are you here? Wait, I didn’t mean it like that! uhm, uhm,” he started to stutter, making a mess out of himself.

“Ah, it’s just that my roommate has some important stuff today, so I will be crashing here today,” you explained to the cute boy in front of you.

“Where are you sleeping tonight? ‘Cause Rowan’s room is under ‘construction’,” he said using air quotes.

“Oh, Y/N, I can crash with MJ and Rowan, you can stay with Peter,” Ned said to you.

You felt the heat rising to your cheeks and you gulped and saw Peter who was as pale as a ghost.

“Is it ok with you, Pete?” Ned asked Peter, sending a wink at his way that you were unsure why.

“Yeah, yeah, no problem. I am going to my room to freshen up first. Y/N, you can just come in,” Peter proceeded to walk to his room.

You cleared your throat and picked up your stuff, heading to his room.

Oh boy, it’s going to be a long night.

You sat down on Peter’s bed as you took in your surroundings. You noticed that his room was a light shade of blue filled with everything related to Star Wars and Tony Stark. You smiled widely as you saw the Star Wars poster you gave to him on his 15th birthday hanging on the wall.

You reached for the nearest magazine and started reading it as you waited for Peter. As the bathroom door opened, you smelled the manly smell of his body gel. Peter walked in with a towel loosely hanging on his hips, his rock hard abs on show for you.

Your cheeks turned so red and you tried to calm yourself down but unfortunately for you he took no notice of you. When he was going to remove his towel, you cleared your throat loudly to inform him of your presence.;

“Oh shit, Y/N. I-I am s-s-sorry, I didn’t-um- notice that you w-were here,” Peter stuttered as he scrambled around for his pants. You turned around as he wore his boxers and slung a tank top over him.

“It’‘s okay, Peter. Anyways, I should say thank you to you as I am crashing at your place,” you said.

He gave you a soft smile as he sat down next to you. You could feel the body heat emanating from him and it gave you comfort as you were shivering.

“So, movie night or...drama series night?,” he raised his eyebrows.

Fuck, that was cute.

“We have class tomorrow but it starts late. I don’t know,” you reasoned.

“So, drama series night it is,” he said as he turned on Gossip Girl for you to watch.

You snuggled up close to him as he lay an arm over your shoulder. The comfort of you against him slowly lulled you to sleep.

The only thing you remember before going to sleep is Peter setting down on the bed.

You woke up to the sound of an alarm blaring loudly, threatening to rip off your eardrums. You tried to reach it to press the Snooze button but something was holding you down, not allowing to move.

Wait, this doesn’t even sound like my alarm...

You opened your eyelids to see a creamy pale neck and chest. You looked up a little and saw Peter’s arms around you in a hugging manner with a bare chest. You felt content and happy looking at the view in front of you. You could stay like this forever.

What the fuck, man? Come back to your senses!

You tried to move from your spot without waking up Peter, but you were futile at your attempt.

“Hey Y/N, good morning, love,” he said as rose, rubbing his eyes to make his vision clearer.

You gave him a soft smile before you looked at the clock near the bedside. The LED screen showed that the time was 8.00 am in the morning. Your class starts at 8.45 am.

“Oh shoot, Pete. I have to go now as my class starts soon. See ya soon!” you exclaimed as you grabbed your stuff and made a beeline for your room.

Peter just sat there smiling like a goof, reveling in the fact that you just slept with him, not in that way, but in a good way.

As you were heading to the cafeteria after the class, you stopped by the receptionist to take a pamphlet concerning an extra course that you were planning to take.

You stopped in your tracks when you spotted a notice in your peripheral vision. The notice said “ SUMMER PLAY : The Prince and The Pauper” and to also include the name of those who are interested. You grabbed a pen and scribbled down your name as fast as you could.

MJ, Ned and Rowan were waiting for you at the cafeteria, because Rowan wanted to meet up and tell you guys something about Tom.

“Ok, as we all know, Tom is a playboy who is rude to everyone and I found out the cause of it,” Rowan crossed her fingers in a sassy way.

“Wait, I thought that was a disorder he was born with?”

“Ned, that’s just plain rude, man,” Michelle frowned.

“Okay, okay, I was just joking. Come on, Rowan, spill the beans,” Ned raised his hand in a surrendering motion.

“So, Tom used to date a popular girl called Laura in high school. Their relationship looked good on the outside but actually it was wrecked as hell. There were also rumors that Tom went through depression,”

“Just one day before their two year dating anniversary, Laura broke up with Tom because she was cheating on him all this while. Tom then changed school and no one from his old high school heard from him ever again,”

“How sure are you of this?” Ned raised his eyebrows.

“My sources, I have. Very trusty, they are,” she replied with a smirk.

“A very good reference, that was,” Ned let out a hearty laugh.

Tom laid against the couch of the common room, the soft glow from the television illuminating his face. He slowly played with the curls of his hair absentmindedly.

His thoughts were filled with you. Thank God, he didn’t have any classes today or he wouldn’t have paid attention. It wasn’t like he ever paid attention anyways.

Why didn’t she sleep here?

Does she hate me that much?

A soft rustling sound from the other side of the room woke him up from his thoughts. He first shook it of as the sound of leaves rustling, but he got alerted when he heard a loud thud.

He took the baseball bat that you used and held it in a ready-to-strike position and tried to find the source of the sound. He let out a breathy gasp as he realized it was coming from your room.

Is she sneaking in?

Tom’s hand was on the door knob as he tried to steady his breathing before opening the door. When he opened the door, he got the shock of his life.

It was Spider-man on the floor clutching his side.

“Holy shit, you are Spider-man! My childhood idol!,” Tom practically shouted on the top of his lungs.

“Dude, chill. Where’s Y/N?” the masked hero asked without looking at Tom.

“Oh, she’s not here yet. Wait, how do you know her?” he asked her.

Spider-man just responded to him with a grunt as tried to stop the blood flow from his side. Tom noticed the blood seeping through his suit and his mask and ran to the common room to take the first-aid kit.

“Wait, you can’t take off my mask!,” Spider-man protested as Tom tried to pull off his mask.

“Then how you expect me to treat you?!” Tom shouted in his face.

The masked superhero reluctantly took off his mask to come face to face with his doppelgänger.

“What in the world?” Peter muttered under his breath as both of the young teenagers stared in disbelieve.

“Do you know you look like Tom Holland?” Tom asked Peter.

“Who the hell is that?”

“Me, Bitch,”

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The man in my dreams

This is a story of dreams, of heartbreak, and soulmates. Some fluff, some angst, a little bit of blood, a little bit language...

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Word count: 7107

He grips my foot tighter as he bandages the wound. It is just a small nick, but he seems uneasy, and I don’t want to upset him further, so I don’t move. “Tell me,” he says, and there’s an emotion I can’t interpret laced in his voice.

“W-what?”

“Your story. Tell me.” He waves his free hand, indicating for me to get on with it. “From the beginning.”

“Uh…” I clear my throat, and try to ignore the burn from the screaming. “M-my first memory is…” This is harder than I thought it would be. I’ve always had dreams and aspirations, but it’s not to die by the hands of some nutter who gets off on people’s sob stories. Of course I’m not my usual top self.

Growling, he gathers a fistful of my hair and yanks, pulling my head backwards. The pain brings tears to my eyes. “Now!”

I let out a long breath, and a plan of sorts forms in my head. Maybe I can distract him long enough to work my hands free of the rope. And then? Let’s worry about that later. “Y-yeah… hhhhso. First mem-memory. Uhhh… I remember waking up, screaming from a nightmare where I was covered in flames. If I close my eyes I can still feel the heat on my face… I screamed so hard my throat ripped and I could taste blood on my tongue, and… and Dad spent hours trying to calm me down. Heh… it wasn’t until he started humming along to the soft rock radio station I finally closed my eyes and drifted off into an uneasy sleep. I guess I must have been around three or something.”

He nods, and his apparent calm encourages me to continue. I brace myself and bring forth the story I intend to tell him.

“I had a very happy childhood. I did. My parents loved me, and I never wanted for anything. Yet I always felt something was missing. Like I wasn’t whole. I tried not to think about it too much, because like everyone else, I just wanted to be normal and accepted.

But sometimes this longing crept out; when I was sleeping and had no control over myself. When I turned five the dreams became more frequent, and I started to recognise a pattern.” There’s always a pattern, if you know where to look, and it didn’t take me long to see it.

“’Momma! Momma!’ My cries were followed by frantic footsteps on the soft carpet. I think there was a sharp crack, then a low curse being thrown into the room, but I’m not entirely sure. I was too scared to care that Mom had trodden on one of my favourite Barbies.

‘What is it, pumpkin? Another nightmare?’ Mom’s voice was like a soothing blanket over my frayed nerves as she picked me up and held me close. Yes, it was another nightmare, but it wasn’t an ordinary nightmare. My six-year-old brain recognised that much.

Wiping my nose on Mom’s shirt, I sniffed and blinked away the tears that stuck to my eyelashes. ‘Uh-huh. The same… A dark, um, monster was coming in through the window, and he was so scared, and… and then someone was shooting…’ The flash of flames from the gun was what woke me up. To this day, I’m still terrified of… of fire.”

I sigh, and try not to think about my current predicament. Right now a little fire almost seem like a good thing. “Anyway. So Mom stroked my hair and smiled softly. ‘Oh,’ she said, as if she was holding back. ‘You were dreaming about, about S… Sander? again?’ She always struggled to remember the dreams I’d told her about before, and for some reason that annoyed me exceedingly.

But I didn’t know how to tell her that, of course. I was only six, so I banged my fist weakly against her chest. ‘Sam, Momma. His name is Sam.’

Mom gave me a sad smile, and kissed the top of my head. ‘Sorry, honey. It was just a dream. There’s no such thing as monsters –“ I’m interrupted by a low chuckle, and I frown at my captor, who has seated himself at the bottom of my chair, with his feet crossed, and his head in his hands as if I’m reading him a fairytale.

“Nothing,” he smirks, and nods for me to continue again.

“Uh-huh. Well, Mom told me to go back to sleep. She said that nothing could hurt me in my bed. Then she tucked my blanket tight, but there was something about her face that made me suspicious. Like she wasn’t telling me the truth. But then again, Mom always said I wasn’t a very trusting child, so I archived the feeling in the back of my mind where all the other weird ideas I had would eventually end up; like ghosts were real and that werewolves really looked like ordinary people. Oh, the look on Mom and Dad’s faces when I told them. Of course they knew better. There’s no such thing as ghosts – the only monsters out there are…” You, I want to say, but I’m not sure how he’ll react to that, so I sniff, and cough.

“May I please have a glass of water?” I ask, my mouth so dry it hurts to smack my tongue.

“No,” he simply replies, and straightens his back.

Right. My story. Pri one, obviously. “Some dreams are vague like feelings or memories of colours swirling over a blank canvas, or emotions etched into my mind for forever, but without context or a story.

Others, uh, others I remember as if… as if they happened just minutes ago, like those piercing, yellow eyes. So cold, so… evil. I never really saw who they belonged to, but they frightened me so much Mom and Dad thought about sending me to a professional. I wonder what would’ve happened if they did. Those eyes still haunt me sometimes. Sometimes I even feel I can see them when I’m awake… But in the middle of them all stands Sam, like a pulsing beacon of light and safety. Even though his face is blank in my dreams, I always knew it was him, you know?”

He fidgets and shifts on the floor, looking uneasy, but he quickly hides his emotions behind a stern façade. “Tell me about the dreams about Sam.”

“Hum, okay. In those dreams he was there, sometimes almost as we were the same person, or sometimes we would meet and do stuff together. It never, uh, never struck me as weird when I was little, that I never saw his face. It felt natural, and those times I saw others, it was like watching them through a filter, or maybe through his eyes even.

Dean appeared often. His brother. Sometimes like a knight or a caped hero,” I smile from the memory of the tough looking kid in a Batman cowl and the cape flowing behind him as he ran through the streets. “He… uh, would swoop in to save us when we’d gotten lost. Flowers sprouted and blossomed where he walked, and wherever he went darkness cowered. I always liked Dean. He made Sam happy.

Sometimes older people appeared too. At least when I was younger. A man named Dad felt strong and safe, but sometimes he felt distant and sad. Those dreams always made me cry with the heartache Sam tried to hide away.

There was another man too. A gruff, but kind looking old man. Sam called him Uncle Bobby.” There comes a low growl from the floor, but I ignore it. “His hugs scratched my chin, but they were bigger and better than I’d ever known before. Sometimes Uncle Bobby was Uncle Dad. Those were not happy dreams. Well, the dreams were. Usually filled with fun stuff like soccer or baseball and ice cream, but they were almost always immediately followed by a pang of inexplicable guilt and embarrassment before I was rudely ejected from the dream.

Those nights I used to gather all my stuffed toys in my bed with me and place them meticulously around me so they’d know I loved them all equally. That wasn’t entirely true, though. My stuffed gorilla, Hannibal, was my favourite, but I would never admit it out loud so my toys could hear it. But Hannibal always slept in my arms. He knew all my secrets. Like when Dad left with another man when I was seven, and uh…” I let out an uncertain laugh. I hadn’t meant to tell him that. But it’s like I can’t stop myself from it.

“Anyway. When I was nine, I remember the dream so vividly… I was in this, this meadow, I think. So unfamiliar, I’d never been there before, but at the same time I knew exactly where I was, and that there was something important there. Everything was so distracting. The colours were so vibrant I was pretty sure I could touch them if I tried; the air buzzed with excitement, and all around me birds chirped and danced over the tree tops.

Next to me flowed a small brook, and the bubbling reminded me of laughing babies. I followed it. Nothing bad could happen if I just followed the brook, right? Just as I skipped over a rock to cross the water, a shadow flitted across the corner of my eyes, but when I turned, all I could see was a bright green fern stretching to lick the sun.

The water ran upstream, it seemed, but I didn’t think much of it. It was as it should. Eventually I got to a waterfall that flowed upwards, but I was too preoccupied with the table laid out with every candy I could possibly imagine – and quite a bit more, I believe. Sam was there too, and another man I couldn’t really see. They were laughing. I’d never seen him that happy before.

When I approached, Sam got up and hugged me. I was so surprised I totally lost the ability to speak. He introduced me to his friend, I-I’ve forgotten his name, but he was so proud of Sam, and he told me that I was good for looking out for him. Then we gorged ourselves on candy and marshmallows and junk food, and watched cartoons and played Twister.

When I told Mom about the dream, she ruffled my hair and smiled, but under her breath she muttered: ‘That poor boy. He must be feverish –‘ But to me she said: ‘It was only a dream, honey.’

You know… I nodded, pretending I hadn’t heard her, but that’s when I understood: she believed me, even though she didn’t tell me the whole truth. I decided to ask the wisest person I knew the next day: my best friend at school, Lou. He was a year older than me, and he knew everything there was to know about everything worth knowing.” I exhale through my nose and shake my head. The picture of Lou in the schoolyard is almost absurd. And it was so long ago. How young we were.

“Lou folded his hands in his lap and looked at me with the air of a benevolent ruler who’s just about to educate his favourite subject on a very serious matter.

‘You have a soulmate,’ he said matter-of-factly. Several of the onlookers gasped. Some sniggered.

‘Nuh-huh!’ Tilly from science protested. ‘My Mom says there’s no such thing.’ We could practically hear her roll her eyes.

‘Then your Mom is wrong,’ Lou countered, and I huffed in agreement. He’d clearly won the point, even though I didn’t really know what he was talking about. ‘Just because she hasn’t got one, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist!’

‘You know those are just stories, right?’ Maggie chimed in. She was in Lou’s year, and pretty much ruled the school. She cocked an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

“Yeah, no, I’m telling you it’s real.” I was desperate for Lou to be right; I never liked Maggie, and besides nothing would ever convince me that my dreams were just dreams.

“Well, my mom says that it’s just a fairy-tale Nana used to tell to make us go to bed without arguing.”

Lou got to his feet and crossed his arms too. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Maggie shrank back a bit, because he was like a head taller than her, and probably weighed twice as much, but it only took a second or two for her to bounce back, with Tilly in tow.

I don’t remember what Tilly said, but I do remember throwing a few punches. It’s a miracle we didn’t all get suspended. Got detention, though. And it felt so unfair. Because Tilly deserved everything she got. She was a despicable… Anyway. I went home and asked Mom. Mostly because I was sure the teacher was going to tell her what the fight was about anyway, so I figured I’d beat her to it.

The answer I got wasn’t what I expected. I think I thought she was going to deny it and tell me my mind was running away with me again, and that Lou shouldn’t have lied like that. But she sat me down and ran a hand through her hair. ‘It’s a controversial topic,’ she began, ‘and many believe it’s untrue, or that it’s a threat to free will. It’s a rare condition. That’s why we don’t talk about it. But wouldn’t it be wonderful to know someone out there is made for you?’

‘Like you and Dad?’ I asked, rubbing the bruise on my forehead.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. ‘Honey, I… your father and I kept it quiet because… well, you see, your father and I weren’t – I never had the dreams, though he did. We worked hard to make it… work, and we never thought that… because we, uh, sorta thought it would… uh, that it would…’ She obviously struggled to speak about it. In hindsight I realise that it hurt her greatly, but back then I was just a stubborn brat with insensitive questions.

Trying her best to swallow the lump in her throat so that I didn’t see, she coughed, and moved the cushion half an inch to the right, then back again. ‘It seems silly now,’ she continued after a while. ‘Thinking his soulmate would appear just from us talking about it… As if we could keep him away just by keeping quiet,’ she added with a huff, more to herself than me. “Anyway… those dreams… yes. Sam’s your soulmate, but I can’t tell you when – if – you’ll meet him. Nature is, I wouldn’t exactly call it evil, maybe more tricky. And there hasn’t been much research on the subject, since it’s pretty rare to begin with, and… well, since it’s about love and all. But I think I read somewhere that it’s most likely hereditary. There was a research paper published, I think about twenty years ago, that claimed that only males carry the gene, but I’m not sure. I don’t know.’ Her voice was soft and airy, more vulnerable than I expected a Mother to be.

Mom always did that when she was sad: spoke to me like I was a grown-up, and I always nodded and practised my “understanding” face, but truth be told I didn’t understand half of what she said.

What I did understand, though, was that Sam, the boy I’d been dreaming about my whole life was real, and that one day I might meet him. That thought made me giddy and warm inside, and I couldn’t wait for us to play together. I was only nine, mind you. Uh… May I please have a glass of water?” My voice crack, and he slowly gets to his feet. I use the few seconds alone to wiggle the rope a little further.

When he gets back he watches me with… almost fearful eyes, and he gently helps me to drink. The water is cold and refreshing, and I gulp it down greedily. He wipes my chin, and then sits back down. “Now continue.”

“Right.” I want to ask him why, but I don’t think it’ll do me any good. “The years passed, and I no longer wanted to play with Sam. Somewhere deep in my brain the seed that had been planted when I was born began to grow and bloom.

Mom never mentioned anything about soulmates again, and I quickly learned not to bring it up at school unless I wanted to be ridiculed and laughed at. But the dreams continued.

When I was thirteen, and just starting to figure out my feelings and getting confused with more of them, I had this dream that really stuck with me for a long time. I think it was in September, and I remember I struggled with school a bit at that time. Anyway. In this dream, Sam and me, we were at a museum.

I wasn’t entirely sure how we got there, nor did I know exactly where we were, but I also did know that we were in San Francisco, and this was the gigantic Prehistory Museum that obviously had to be there, since that was where we were. Which is funny, because I’ve never been to San Francisco. Incidentally this was when I learned how to pronounce pterodactyl, heh…”

He gives me a dark look, and I hurry to continue my story.

“This museum, it was, I don’t know, round-ish… the huge cylindrical core was made up of glass, the hundreds of windows gave us glimpses of the exhibitions inside, and we strolled down along the walkway that wound itself around it like a giant vine. It felt like walking through a rainforest – everything was so green and lush.

Each floor was home to a new exhibition, and even though quite a few of them looked interesting – I never really got over my dinosaur phase – we didn’t feel like leaving our jungle path. The rooms were too crowded, or too loud, or both, and we just wanted to be together.

Once we stopped by a souvenir cart, and Sam bought me a miniature model of an ichthyosaur skeleton, and I bought him a lollipop in all the colours of the rainbow, because that was what he wanted more than anything.

We didn’t say much, for what felt like forever. Occasionally Sam would stop and point at something new or unusual, and sometimes we’d get distracted by a sound or the sight of traffic outside, but it only took seconds and then we were back together again on the neverending carpeted spiral.

At one point, Sam’s hand brushed mine, and we both jumped. He coughed and hummed, I blushed like I’d never touched another human being before, and then we both looked away. It was the best feeling in the world: my heart hammered, I was on the verge of throwing up, yet I was floating just a couple of inches above the ground, because I knew what was coming.

A wave of courage hit me, and I reached for Sam’s hand just as he reached for mine. The moment we touched the world went darker, as if the sun suddenly went down, but then thousands of tiny lights blinked all around us. One of the lights landed on my nose, and I squinted to look at the firefly. When I looked up again, Sam was closer than he was before. I’m pretty sure there were fireworks too. Wind lifted my hair, and I closed my eyes and leaned in – only to be interrupted by a loud screech from the velociraptor exhibit. We turned our backs to it, but the sound continued, so I opened my eyes and cursed loudly. I was back in my bed, the alarm clock shrieked at me, and I had two hours of history and maths waiting for me.

I think that dream lingers because most of the others were so dark and scary. I can’t tell whose dream is who’s anymore, but I remember dreaming a lot about those yellow eyes. Especially in combination with black smoke and a smell that stung my nose. And sometimes I would comfort Sam, or he would comfort me, and I would wake up with tears in my eyes. I guess it was because our minds were getting used to each other. I dunno.

There were a lot of monsters. But sometimes, sometimes… I recognise the dream as fully mine.” I close my eyes and dip further into the memory. “I don’t know why I was crying. Maybe it was just that time of the month, maybe something horrible had happened that I couldn’t remember, or maybe I was just exhausted from Mom’s constant talk about college. The applications were written, but I didn’t know where I wanted to go – or even what I wanted to do. At any rate the tears wouldn’t stop falling, and soon I sat in a big puddle of water that rose higher with every plop. Kinda like Alice in Wonderland. Heh… that was one of my favourite books when I was little.” I open my eyes and sigh. I feel like crying now. But I guess it won’t do me any good.

With another sigh, I continue; “Suddenly an arm snaked around my shoulder, and Sam’s head leaned against mine. ‘I’m here.’ No questions, no fussing. He knew what I needed: company and silence. I didn’t even have to say thank you, but I tried anyway.

My voice was too raw, no sound would come, but Sam nodded and pulled me closer. ‘Any time,’ he said, and that was it.

We sat for a while, watching the world scuttle past. Piles of baked goods appeared and disappeared again. A small monkey walked on ropes between two dumpsters. In the shadows I’m pretty sure I saw Ross Geller hunt for rats, but I didn’t say anything because it looked like he didn’t want to be disturbed.

Breathing out, I noticed my cheeks were dry: all that was left of my tears was a dull aching in my temples.

The clouds shifted, and we sat inside a rainbow, floating high above the grassy fields I recognised from that school trip in fourth grade when André and Lionel scared half the class by finding a huge slug and running after all the girls with the poor creature dangling from their hands.

‘It’s a nice memory,’ Sam said after a while.

‘Yes. It is,’ I replied, not knowing what else to say. I turned towards him to ask about his school trips, but he was gone. His warmth and scent lingered, but the place he’d been sitting in was empty. I missed him.

That was the last time I saw him for a long while. I guess I was busy with school, and I don’t remember dreaming much at all. Got a boyfriend, though it didn’t last long, because he found out about Sam. Read it in my diary, I guess. Wasn’t too upset to see him leave. He wasn’t too interesting anyway.

But when I was… around twenty, I had another dream. As I drifted off to sleep I felt the fabric of reality stretch around me, and I let it, knowing it would soon settle again. I wasn’t afraid.” Not like now, I almost add, but I bite my tongue. I don’t want to show that… that creep… that I’m scared of him.

“The darkness faded and revealed a rolling meadow filled with all the flowers I’d ever heard of. And probably a few I hadn’t. I immediately recognised the place: it was my safe space. My Ghibli meadow. I’d watched “Spirited Away” with a reverence bordering a religious experience not long before. Nothing could hurt me here.

The sound of the summer breeze harmonised with the birds as the familiar sounds and smells brought me home. Finally I could breathe.

Soon it became clear to me that I wasn’t alone as I expected, and I looked around with my heart pounding in my chest. The colours paled and the shadows lengthened – and then I spotted him: standing a little way away, looking curious and almost shy for intruding.

My heart slowed as I realised who it was, and I smiled and beckoned him over. ‘Hey, Sam,’ I whispered as he came closer, knowing he could hear me. Around us the colours grew stronger again, and warmer, and the sun rose higher in the sky.

Now, I didn’t know much about Sam, I still don’t, but I knew he had a troubled soul. It wasn’t hard to see. Hell, I didn’t even know his face, but I knew he was tall, and I knew that he was beautiful, both inside and out. Even here I had to bend my neck back to look up at him.

‘Hey,’ he said, giving me chills from the big grin in his voice.

‘Haven’t seen you around in a while,’ I replied, hoping he’d detect the longing in my voice.

He looked away into the distance. ‘I know. Things have been… busy. So this is… this is you, huh?’ I thought I could detect guilt in his voice, but I was never good with people, so I didn’t say anything. Instead I focused on the curiosity in his mind, and how warm it made me feel. The flowers around us rustled proudly.

‘This is me.’ I let out my arms and spun around on the spot, almost stumbling over an overgrown bush of berries.

Sam smiled. I could feel it in the sunshine. ‘This is…’ He paused. ‘Nice. It’s nice.’

It was so good to see him again, to be with him. We walked for a while, talking about nothing and everything. He picked a flower and placed it behind my ear, and I blushed furiously.

I desperately wanted to kiss him, but he held back on me. I didn’t understand why, because I saw the same connection we’d always had, but I figured he had his reasons, so…

Well, after we passed the small cabin where I used to go to sort my thoughts, another woman joined us. Um, not joined as such. She wasn’t really there, more of a fleeting ghost or projection of a thought. I’d never seen her before, but her name was clear in Sam’s mind. Jessica. He called her Jess. And she called to him, and… Sam just… he faded. I…” The memory still stings in my chest. I don’t know if it’ll ever go away. I swallow and blink to stop my tears. He dabs my eyes with the sleeve of his sweater, and stretches. He yawns, and then his stomach growls.

“Go on,” he murmurs. “I wanna hear the rest of it, before…” he trails off, leaving me confused. What has he planned?

“I hated that woman for ages. She appeared in almost every dream we shared. She stole my Sam. But… I knew she made him happy, so somewhere, deep inside – I would never have admitted it then – I was grateful. Dean had… Dean had all but disappeared from Sam’s dreams, and when he did pop up it was usually to argue. At least Jess kept him company. And his dreams were… nice. No monsters, no darkness. But my dreams changed too. They lost their colours. They felt colder too. Once, Sam asked me about it. He said he’d noticed, but I turned away and didn’t answer him.

For a while I dreaded going to sleep. I didn’t want to see her again. Didn’t want to carry that feeling of, of betrayal. I wasn’t… angry… at Sam. I was disappointed, sure, but I didn’t own him. No, I was pissed at the universe for punching me in the gut like that.

Then suddenly, the dark dreams returned. The fire too. It was stronger, burned hotter. I could see the outline of a woman in the flames. Her face was contorted in pain, and her blood trickled down the walls.” I shudder. It had dawned on me one morning, after watching her maimed, burning body, that the woman was Jessica, and that she probably was dead in a fire. My heart had bled for Sam that day. Still does.

“I can barely talk about this. Please. I gotta… I gotta…” I lean back and rest my head on the back of the chair. “It was bad, okay? I don’t know what happened to Sam. He was so happy, and then almost nothing but demons and blood and monsters under the bed. And the torture. Oh god, the torture. I could almost feel how Sam’s limbs were ripped apart and put together again. They plucked out his eyeballs over and over. Cut him, bled him dry… I feel like throwing up just by thinking about it. The images are seared into my brain, and I wish to god they weren’t!

In the beginning, I tried to reach out to him, and occasionally he’d welcome my light, as he put it. He said I made the suffering bearable, but as time went on, he stopped responding to me. And then… nothing. Nothing at all, for a whole year!” My voice breaks and my heart with it.

“It was nothing like before when I didn’t dream about him. Then I’d sorta sense him; know he was there, doing his thing, you know? But now? It was as if he didn’t exist. That was the longest year of my life. What if something happened to him? What if he died?”

He laughs as if the thought amuses him, and I suppress the urge to spit in his face. Yeah, there’s no such thing as monsters, but he’s one alright! Twisted and vile. And there’s no one here to stop him. And if I get my hands free? What can I hope to do?

“My heart longed for Sam, but after so long without anything, I started thinking I’d made it all up. Yeah. I’m an idiot. I should’ve -- But I… I started to come to terms with the thought that maybe he was… The whole romance thing, the idea of soulmates – what kind of nonsense… I mean, not everybody has one, right? But I started questioning it: like what made a soulmate a soulmate and not just two people that were so very in love?

Sure, you have the dream thing, but they say we only dream about people we already know or have seen, so it might as well be a dream about that plumber you saw that one time you went with your mom to work. But then there were the thing with the faces… yeah… I didn’t really believe my own doubts, but I worked so hard on pretending I did, that I forgot. So when the dreams returned, I almost spooked myself awake.

Yeah, the dreams came back. Just as suddenly as they’d stopped. And it was worse than any horror film. They hurt, physically and mentally. Like someone pressed a hot nail into my brain. There was light flashing in front of my eyes, and sometimes it was pitch black, and we could hear something scuttling past just outside our reach.

I remember squeezing Sam’s hand once, and he yelped as if it hurt him. It was all dark around us, and there was not a sound except for the soft pitter-patter of rain on the lawn – no, that wasn’t it. That was the sound of footsteps. Naked feet slapping silently against concrete floors. I grabbed Sam’s other hand. He was totally calm, but he squeezed my hand in a quiet gesture of safety. Whatever this creature was, he wasn’t afraid of it. But Something was coming, and Something was going to bring Sam to his knees. I just knew it.

And when it came… oh jeez… ‘You’re a freak, Sammy. A monster. You should’ve died!’ Just the voice was enough to make Sam crumple to the ground. Dean appeared in a haze, his face distorted, but I could see the disappointment still. But it wasn’t him. I knew Dean. He loved his brother – deeply. He would never. NEVER. Say something to hurt him. But Sam never saw this false image. He cowered on the floor, his face buried in his knees and his arms around his head. He was… was rocking back and forth, and I know he was crying. I could feel it. And every word from Dean cut him open.

There wasn’t much I could do. He wouldn’t acknowledge me anymore, but I stroked his hair and told him he was perfect, and he flinched away from me. I told him to not listen to the creature that had taken his brother’s face, but I think he closed his mind to me.

I felt him crumble. I stumbled over his frail form in the darkness, terrified and frozen.

I kinda didn’t recognise him. Sure, he had the same silhouette, and the same homely smell surrounded us, but it was as if he didn’t see me. No: he ignored me on purpose, flinching away when I got too close.

‘Sam,’ I said, trying to keep desperation from my voice. ‘It’s me.’

The only response I got was a low hum, and him leaning away slowly.

‘Hey,’ I tried, softer this time. ‘You don’t have to be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you.’ Why he would be scared of me was a mystery, but the claustrophobic weight of panic descended on us. I could hardly breathe.

‘You’re not real,’ he whispered hoarsely, and I wondered if he’d been screaming. Maybe he was hurt – or ill. He did rub his hand as if it was painful.

‘Are you hurt?’ I asked, reaching for his hand, but he snatched it out of my reach.

‘Not real.’

‘I am real,’ I countered. ‘But this is a dream, so…’ I cut myself off. I wasn’t making it any better. Suddenly Sam started to fade from me. I caught a glimpse of what looked like charred wings before I was engulfed in freezing flames. I woke up panting hard and still feeling the cold spreading over my skin. My heart was dancing in my chest, and high-pitched ringing filled my ears.

It’s hard to separate one dream from another. They continued for a long time. Nothing but fear and confusion, and sometimes cold fury. He was hunkered down in a corner, trying to hide from something. Despair and anger radiated from the shivering pile, but it was so dark I couldn’t see him properly. Still, I knew it was him. The familiar feeling of a tether drew me to him. ‘Sam?’ I asked, as quietly and gently as I could, just as I always did.

His head snapped up, confused by the new presence, but he recognised me too. I think. ‘Who are you?’

Once again he broke my heart. ‘It’s me; Y/N.’ We’d been through this a thousand times, and I didn’t understand how I hadn’t just given up yet. But the bond between us was so strong I don’t think I could have, even if I tried.

‘You’re not real,’ he replied. ‘You’re created to make me… to punish me for…’ He was suddenly on his feet, and I could see he was falling apart. His clothes were torn, and the rags were swaying in a wind that wasn’t there. He had burn marks on his arms, and his face was gaunt and grey.

‘Get away from me!’ There was so much pain in his voice I almost started crying. His words punched me in the stomach, and for a second it was so, so hard to breathe. I felt ill. Frost rose from his mouth, and darkness swirled around us again. Howling winds brought a cold that froze our bones, and I just couldn’t seem to warm up despite the fact that there was a fire burning in front of us.

‘Sammy, Sammy, Sammy,’ a mocking voice sneered. ‘She’s just as real as I am.’

Sam fell to his knees again and started muttering. ‘Go away, go away, go away…’

So yeah… that was a fun time. But I think he got better. He doesn’t avoid me any more. The monsters are still there, but Sam’s stronger now. Still sad, still haunted, but he’s almost back to his normal self. Back to his kind, caring self. I… I have this dog I dream about sometimes, and when they meet, Dog really lights up, and Sam can spend hours playing with him. But I’m…” I look away. The past is hard, yeah, but it’s the past. Knowing what comes next is… I’m getting desperate. “I’ve tried to ask him where he is. If we can meet, but I never remember his answer when I wake up. And.. I-I think I might never meet him in reality, you know? So when I saw that bar in his dream, and I actually remembered and knew where it was, I…” I give him a flat look. “Yeah. I’m starting to think that was a mistake.”

He’s not gonna let me go. I can see it in his eyes. And now that my story is finished, well… I might not take him out, but at least I can leave a few scratches on his face: I’ve almost managed to work my hands free. Just a few more minutes…

It’s difficult to decipher the look on his face. Fear? Nah, that can’t be it. Pity, maybe. “Aw,” he says after a short pause. “That’s a nice story. I’ll make sure to tell him if I ever run into Sammy-boy. Hell, it almost made me feel for you. But,” he continues with a creepy smile that doesn’t reach his eyes at all, “I’m still gonna eat’cha!”

What??? His statement takes a moment to reach my brain, I mean, really reach my brain, and in that short time a second, pointy, set of teeth has descended over his normal ones, except that is impossible and I definitely need to get my head checked.

I blink, and he’s moved to my throat – what the hell? Does this dude think he’s a vampire or something? Ow! That really hurts! I think I’m bleeding, and… Suddenly he flinches, and he looks up at me with hungry eyes and a wicked grin. “Don’t go anywhere,” he says and there’s blood dribbling down from the corner of his mouth. I giggle. He’s a messy eater – I think I’m gonna throw up, or faint, or… yeah, fainting sounds good right now, and I can sorta feel the floor crash into my head as I topple off the chair, but I really don’t care. I just wanna rest. This has been a crazy day!

When I come to, I’m lying on my back and there’s someone standing over me, pressing something to my neck. I don’t think it’s the same guy.

“Hey, hey… there you go. Wake up. Can you do that for me? Open your eyes?”

His voice is pleasant and feels kinda familiar, but I can’t place it, and I’m too tired to ask. But I do as he tells me, because I want to make him happy; blink a couple of times and shake my head – ow, that hurts!

“Careful. You’ve lost a bit of blood, and you hit your head pretty hard. But you were lucky. That sonofabitch didn’t have time to make a proper incision, so he only drank a little…”

What the hell is he talking about? Oh. Yeah. Crazyboy. The one I thought were going to show me a good time, but instead tried to… eat me. Excellent. I groan and scoot up so the pain in my back goes away.

The skin is raw where the rope cut into me, and I rub it gently, whining from the pain. Nimble hands put a bandage over the cut on my neck, and I try to stretch a bit.

“Sit still, please. I gotta see your hands too.” His fingers brush gently over the bruises, and he wraps a strip of fabric around my wrist. To protect me from infection, I guess, but I get a sudden flash of being tied down, and throw my hands up. I don’t know, maybe I hope to punch him in the nose or something.

He backs away and holds up his own hands. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

Looking up at my saviour through shielding hands, I see kindness in his eyes. He is oddly familiar, and though I think I’m supposed to be terrified, and I am, I feel unusually calm and collected.

Then I spot the other guy over his shoulder and the world grounds to a halt. Looking from one to another, back and forth, my mind spins so fast I get dizzy. Could this be real? I know I’m not dreaming... but… Standing in the doorway with a goddamn machete swung nonchalantly over his shoulder, is Dean. Dean from my dreams. Brother of…

“Sam?” I whisper, scared that he’ll disappear once I’ve said his name out loud.

He looks at me, the confusion evident in his face – that face I’ve never seen before this moment, but that I’ve loved with all of my heart. His brows knit together, and his lips part slightly – my god, those lips… and he kneels beside me. The cogs in his brain turn furiously. I can see it. Then he lights up. “Y/N?”

“What, Y/N? Like Y/N?” Dean drops the machete and hurries over.

Unable to keep a smile from my face, I nod and roll onto my knees. Before I can stack my feet under me, Sam takes my hand and pulls me up.

“Y/N…” he repeats almost inaudibly. “I half thought you didn’t exist at all.”

Sam smiles at me and my heart soar. It’s like coming home after a long and gruelling hike in the woods. I can relax. And breathe.

I lean closer and Sam follows suit. The moment our foreheads touch, I swear angels sing – even if it sounds tacky!

“This is so weird,” Sam whispers, sending shivers through my whole body. “We just met, but I’ve known you since… always…”

Just as I’m about to answer with something really cheesy, Dean appears in the corner of my eye. “Oooh! Are you gonna kiss now?”

Sam’s face contorts into an expression only ever seen on fed-up little brothers, but I grin widely and reply: “Bitch, we might.”

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The Meme and His Tutor

Part 18: The Day The Tutor Got A New Nickname

Co-written with @tragicshadows

Recommended Song: She’s A Baby by Zico

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Summary:

With an eventful start to the day, you begin to question what you thought you knew.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 6370

Length: 18/?

You woke up to the cold sinking into your skin. Jungkook wasn't in the bed anymore. You could hear yelling just outside the open door.

"Maj-a, byeontae ya! (Yeah right, you pervert!)" That was Jungkook.

"Nareul byeontaerago bureuneungeoya?(You're calling me a pervert?)” And that was Namjoon. “Neo sog-os man ibgoiss-eul ttae geunyeo gaseum saie neoui eolgul-i saeng-gyeoss-eo! (You just had your face between her boobs while only wearing underwear!)"

"Geugeos-i geuleohge pyeon-anhan geos-eun dang-yeonhaeyo. Naneun agicheoreom jassdayo. (No wonder it was so comfortable. I slept like a baby.)"

What the?

You were rubbing the sleep from your eyes and when you looked through the door he was indeed in just a pair of very tight looking boxers. With a squeak, you covered your eyes. But you found the image burned into your mind, your cheeks a fiery red. Jungkook gave his own squeak and hid behind Namjoon.

"G-g-good morning N-n-noona. Uuuuh... I need to get dressed..."

"Ye..."

Namjoon looked between both of your pink faces and sighed. He headed back to his own room leaving Jungkook in the doorway.

"Uhhh, could you turn away...please?"

"I-I-I'll go wait i-i-in the living room."

"In your onesie?"

"Ye."

You quickly waddled out of the room, trying to think of anything other than seeing Jungkook's bare thighs and his toned butt covered by tight fitting boxer briefs. Your mind was so occupied you didn't notice that you had flopped down on the couch between Yoongi and Hoseok eating their cereal.

The two shared a look and Hoseok put his hand on your shoulder.

"Gwaenchanha? Niga bakkwimyeon andoeni?(Everything okay? Shouldn't you be getting changed)."

"Kookie… sog-os... os... pil-yohada. (Kookie... underwear... clothes... needed)."

Yoongi and Hoseok shared a confused look.

"Sog-os? (Underwear?)"

You nodded. "Geuneun jass-eoyo... amugeosdo... nawa hamkke. (He slept...nothing else...with me)."

Yoongi shrugged as if expecting nothing less. Hoseok, on the other hand, was rather surprised.

"Geuneun mueos-eul haess-eo?! (He did what?!)" His face was a picture of shock horror before it morphed into a frown. He got off the sofa and made his way to the maknae's room. Though you were still in a daze and hadn't noticed he left.

"Heobeokji… (Thighs...)"

"Mwo geudeul-e gwanhayeo? (What about them?)" Yoongi asked conversationally, stirring his breakfast.

"Geudeul-eun neomu… (They're so...)"

"Geun-yug-i manh-a? (Muscly?)"

"Geurae. (Yeah.)" You groaned, palming your face.

"Jungkook-ege niga seung-inhaessdaneun geos-eul allyeo deuligess-eo. (I'll let Jungkook know you approve.)"

That snapped you out of it.

"Mwo? (What?)"

"Amugeosdo. (Nothing.)"

The sound of Jungkook yelling your name pulled your gaze to Hoseok making his way back to his seat.

"Geuneun junbi dwaess-eo. Ije gasyeodo dwi-eo. (He's ready. You can go now.)"

You got up and made your way back to his room, blush still staining your cheeks.

"Kookie, I um... I'm gonna n-n-need help getting c-c-changed. Arm."

You gestured to the injured limb that was being cradled to your chest. Jungkook's head snapped up from where he was making the bed.

"Y-y-you need help?"

"I can't straighten my arm. If you feel uncomfortable you don't have to..."

"No, no. I can help!" He rounded the bed and stood before you, scratching his cheek awkwardly. "What do you want me to do?"

Your blush deepened, "I need help taking the onesie off and putting a top on... a-a-and I need you to help me balance as I change into my trousers..."

"Uhh..." You saw him swallow. "B-but...it means I have to see your underwear."

You nodded, "I just saw yours..."

"T-t-that's d-d-different."

You took a moment to think.

"You can leave then... I think I can manage."

Jungkook looked concerned, "Are you sure?"

You nodded and he left the room. He was only gone for about a minute when you unwillingly cried out in pain while trying to remove the Pikachu onesie. A split second later he was rushing back into the room.

"Are you okay?"

"It hurts." You whimpered.

"Fuck it, I'll help you."

He reached for your arm when you took a step back. "Did you just drop the f-bomb?"

"Ye. Come here, let me help you."

"I'm still not used to hearing you swear." He gently coaxed your arm through the sleeve.

"Look what you've driven me to. I was innocent before I met you."

"What do you mean? All I've done is teach you English."

"Yeah right. You've done far more than that Noona." There was a hint of something in his voice that you couldn't quite place. Once your arm was out of the sleeve the top of the onesie was quickly pushed down and Jungkook looked away.

"I-I-I laid out my clothes on the b-b-bed."

He grabbed the t-shirt you picked out and slowly turned back to you.

"Arms or head first?"

"I normally do it head first."

"Okay."

He pulled the material over your head and you easily slipped your uninjured arm through the sleeve. However, the injured one was a different story.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." Was spewing from his lips like a mantra. You gritted your teeth and tried to lessen a number of pained sounds you were making.

And then finally your arm was through, you immediately cradled it to your chest with a small whimper. He ran a hand through his hair as you sunk onto his bed and willed yourself not to cry.

"I'll go get you some painkillers."

When he came back you were wiping away tears. He rushed over to you and offered you the tablets. You managed to take them and then fell against his shoulder. He placed the water on the night stand before wrapping you in a hug being extra careful of your arm.

"No more t-shirts. Only button up short sleeved shirts. You can borrow some of mine."

You nodded and lifted your head to press your lips to his cheek. "Thank you."

It shouldn't have been that big of a deal. You'd just seen each other in your underwear only minutes ago but yet Jungkook's eyes grew wide.

"Uh, y-y-you're welcome, N-noona."

"I still need to change into my pants."

"You can do that sat down right? You shouldn't really need my help..."

You giggled, "If it makes you that uncomfortable you can go."

You shooed him to the door with an amused grin.

"If you need me, let me know Noona."

"Will do." He shut the door behind him and you let out a huge breath you didn't realise you had been holding in.

It was only your second day in Korea and so much had happened already. As you continued to change you made sure to mentally prepare yourself for a reaction from the members. Knowing Jungkook he'd probably said something to them. Or they guessed. Yoongi seemed to be good at that. When you left the room you kept your head down trying to hide the redness that appeared to have not left your cheeks since you woke up. You were met by a concerned Jin.

"You okay Y/N? Jungkook-eun nega neomu manh-eun gotong-eul gyeokkgo issdago haeseo nega bakkwineun geos-eul dowa jul pil-yoga issdago malhaessda. Geuga jinsil-eul malhago iss-eosseo? (Jungkook said you were in so much pain you needed help changing. Was he telling the truth?)"

"Ye. Naneun pal-eul godge su eobs-eoyo. (I can't straighten my arm.)"

He gave you a sympathetic smile and ruffled your hair.

"Hotel-e honja issji anhdani dahaeng-ine. (I’m glad you're not at a hotel alone.)"

You smiled, "Naega meomuldolog haejwoseo gomawoyo. (Thank you for letting me stay.)"

He told you not to worry and that you were always welcome at the dorm while you made your way into the kitchen where Jungkook was waiting for you.

"I made breakfast for you Noona!"

Well, that was oddly domestic. You sat down at the table only to have Jungkook pull out your seat (with you still in it) and turn it to face him. He had a bowl of cereal and a spoon with some already in his hands.

You frowned, "I'm injured; not a baby."

You heard a cough and followed Jungkook's narrowed eyes to Taehyung behind you. He waved at you before darting out the room.

"Noona. Eat."

"Not with you feeding me."

"Noona~"

Shit, he was giving you the puppy dog eyes. There was no way you could refuse them. They were too cute. With a sigh, you gave in.

"Fine. Aaaah~"

You opened wide and ate what was offered while Jungkook stupidly grinned.

"Good?" He offered you another mouthful and you took it.

"I feel like a child."

"I was aiming for a princess."

You lightly shoved his shoulder causing the cereal to fall off the spoon and land on the floor with a splat.

"Noona~!"

"Yah! Stop calling me a queen or princess." You gave him another little shove.

He chuckled and simply offered a mouthful.

"I can call you anything I want. I've seen you call me Satan or The Devil on your blog."

You coughed as cereal lodged itself in your throat. "You're a little shit."

"What did I do that made me so evil?"

"You exist."

He pretended to be offended, hand coming up to rest over his heart.

"I'm hurt Noona."

"Good. It's payback for all the hurt you put me through."

He pouted. "I don't understand."

"Sometimes when I watch fancams I feel personally attacked."

"I still don't understand."

You huffed, "Of course you wouldn't."

"Shut up and eat." He shoved the spoon in your mouth.

You gasped, taking the spoon out and wiped the milk that had dribbled down your chin.

"That's not a very nice thing to say to a princess."

"I thought you didn't want to be a princess."

"I take it back."

He grinned, "Good."

He took the spoon back from you and was less forceful in feeding you.

Jungkook was just giving you the last mouthful when Jimin walked in the kitchen. You could have sworn he almost dropped the glass he was holding.

"Y/N-ege w-wae meog-ileuljuneungeoya? (W-why are you feeding Y/N?)”

You raised your poor arm and Jimin frowned.

"Neoui daleun son-eun gwaenchanha… (Your other hand is fine...)"

"Naneun algoiss-eoyo. Geureona geuneun isanghagejonjaeiss-eoyo.(I know. But he's being weird.)"

"Ma! (Hey!)" Jungkook shouted in slight annoyance.

"Geuneun hangsang isanghae. (He's always weird.)"

The maknae stood up as if going to square up to Jimin who just laughed and poked his cheek.

"Kookie, leave him alone."

"He called me weird."

"You're acting weird. Now sit."

He sat with a pout, "Jiminie is mean. Calling me weird for wanting to look after my Noona."

"Neoneun geunyeoreul agicheoreom meog-igo iss-eossda. (You were feeding her like a baby.)"

You could hear the sound of voices approaching the kitchen and quickly stood up, grabbing the bowl and taking it to the sink.

"Noona, let me wash up."

"I can still hold things in my hand, it's just my elbow that is broken, not my entire arm."

"It may as well be. Let me do it Noona."

Jimin chuckled at their antics and refilled his drink from the fridge as Namjoon and Yoongi entered the kitchen.

"Yah! Y/N why don't you leave the cleaning to Jungkook and get ready."

You smiled at Namjoon, "I can help."

"You're his guest. You shouldn't be doing any chores."

"He already fed me so it's only fair I wash up."

"He fed you?"

Yoongi laughed, making his way over to Jungkook to slap him on the back. He whispered something to him that you couldn't quite hear.

"I told him not to. He insisted."

"And you just let him?"

"He gave me puppy dog eyes Namjoon-oppa. I can't say no to his puppy dog eyes."

Namjoon chuckled, "How about I wash and you stack them on the draining board?"

"I suppose that sound fa-"

Jungkook came rushing over and pushed Namjoon towards Yoongi.

"I'm meant to be the one helping her. She's my Noona."

You watched as Yoongi shot Jungkook a look which had the younger glancing away sheepishly. Was your presence in the dorm really causing issues after one day? Namjoon and Yoongi left you both at the sink in silence.

"Maybe I should go stay at a hotel. I appear to be causing conflicts-"

Jungkook suddenly grabbed your by the shoulders and turned you to face him.

"It's not your fault Noona. Things have been a little... tense lately between Namjoon-hyung and I, but its nothing to worry about and you shouldn't blame yourself. You're staying here, with me, where I can make sure you're okay. Jungkookie take care."

A smile graced your lips and Jungkook poked your dimple.

"Yah!" You bat his hand away.

"I like it when Noona smiles. So no more frowns. This week is going to be a good week."

You nodded once.

Doing the washing up together had shown to have its distractions, such as Jungkook splashing you with water every now and then.

"Kookie~" You whined when a particularly big splash soaked your shirt. "Stop getting me all wet or I'll have to change!"

"Can't we just dry it with a hair dryer? It would save us the hassle of getting that t-shirt off of you."

You pulled the wet material away from your skin with a grimace. Maybe using a hairdryer would work. He stacked the last bowl on the draining board and emptied the sink of water then took you back into his bedroom to dry your t-shirt. He rummaged around the room for a bit trying to find the machine he wanted and gave a little victory shout when he found it. He motioned for you to sit on the bed as he plugged it in and put it on a medium setting.

"I don't want Noona to get too hot."

He pointed to hairdryer at you and clicked the button. A blast of warm air hit your chest and you pulled at the hem of your top to help it dry.

You pouted, "This is your fault."

"I know, that's why I'm drying it."

You noticed Taehyung pop his head round the corner and give a quizzical look. Jungkook followed your gaze and raised an eyebrow at the intruder.

"Wonhaneunge mwoya? (What do you want?)"

You watched his eyes flicker between you, your shirt and Jungkook. He folded his arms, clearly amused at the situation.

"Naneun geu so-eum-i mueos-inji gung-geumhaessda. (I wondered what the noise was.)"

"Geulsse, neo ije al-ass-eoyo. Gaja. (Well, now you know. So go.)"

Instead of leaving Taehyung moved further into the room and took a seat on Jungkook's desk chair.

"Wae geunyeoui syeocheuga jeoj-eungeoya? (Why did her top get wet?)"

"Geuneun nareul mul-e ppulyeoss-eoyo. (He splashed me with water.)" You shot Jungkook an accusing glare which made him smile.

But Taehyung looked more confused.

"Os-eul gal-aibneun ge eottae? (Why don't you change clothes?)"

"Geugeos-eun Noona-reul dachige hal geos-igi ttaemun-e. (Because it would hurt Noona)" Jungkook said before you could answer. He was still holding the hair dryer up, moving side to side so the top would dry evenly.

"Hajiman deoleoun mullo geunyeoleul twigiji anh-assnayo? (But didn't you splash her with dirty water?)"

You looked at Jungkook.

"Does it look dirty enough to change?"

He shook his head, "I emptied the dirty water before splashing you. It should be fine once it dries." He relayed what he said to Taehyung who shrugged.

Taehyung muttered something that had Jungkook frowning, ears turning pink, then left the room. What could have Taehyung said to make Jungkook embarrassed and annoyed at the same time? You placed a hand on his wrist, pausing the motions of the hairdryer and raised an eyebrow at him.

"What was that?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Kookie-" You were cut off by a sudden blast of warm air on your face.

"Yah!" You pushed his hand away and he snickered.

"Noona shouldn't worry about things that don't concern her. After we get this top dry we're going to go out and you are going to buy me a bunny onesie."

A few minutes later you were at the front door slipping on a pair of shoes. Jungkook handed you a face mask and baseball cap and after a quick goodbye to the members who were still home you made your way down to his car.

"Why do I need a mask and a baseball cap?"

"Since your last visit, news of you visiting has spread from Tumblr to Twitter." He took his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the car. "You can never be too careful with ARMY. But if you don't want to wear them you don't have to."

"It's spread to Twitter?"

He nodded. You decided to wear the hat and mask. Once you had them on you couldn't stop yourself from giggling. You felt like a spy. He opened your door and you climbed in. Jungkook once again insisted on doing the seatbelt and then he was rounding the car and getting in.

You stayed silent as he focused on navigating the underground parking but once he was on the road you turned to him.

"Where does one buy a bunny onesie?"

"At a place that sells clothes."

You playfully slapped him on the arm, "I knew that Captain Obvious."

He chuckled and you asked him again wanting a serious answer.

"I was thinking a department store. Hence the mask and hat."

"Isn't that risky?"

He waited until he stopped at a red light to turn and smirk at you.

"What's life without taking risks?"

"But isn't it super risky for you since you're famous and all."

His smirk turned into a smile before facing the front again as the light became amber.

"I want to spend time with my Noona while she is here. I don't mind if I get noticed but I don't want bad things to be said about Noona.”

You propped your elbow on the door and rest your chin on your palm to watch him drive.

"They don't know me. It would be worse for you."

"I have a PR team behind me to deal with things like that. You don't." He paused for a second to focus on switching lanes. "We'll be careful. Promise."

You entered the store holding hands. It must have been a store he went to frequently because as soon as you were through the automatic doors he started dragging you down the aisles onto some escalators. He navigated you past the women's section to the men's and paused while taking in his surroundings.

"Ah! Pyjamas!" He pointed down an aisle and took off, pulling you behind him.

You worried about the possibility of him pulling your good arm out of its socket.

"Yah! Slow down BunBun!"

He immediately stopped, eyes wide, "Was I hurting Noona?"

You nodded and he rubbed your good arm. When you started walking again it was much slower than before.

"You're such a muscle pig." You muttered.

He flashed you a quick smile then focused back on the task at hand. You managed to find a small section of onesies hung up in a line beside slippers and prayed there was a bunny one amongst them. And if there was, that there was one in his size and it wasn't too expensive. You watched him browse through the selection and give a little happy shout.

"Noona! I found one!"

You joined his side and immediately let out a small 'aww!'

He held the onesie up against his body and grinned. You were a little disappointed the only colour option was white but it would have to do.

"You should try it on, BunBun."

"Okay, Noona." He took hold of your and led you to the changing rooms. "I'll model it. Oh! Noona should film it!"

You laughed as he entered one of the stalls and you stood awkwardly outside the entrance for the fitting rooms.

"Would you like me to post it on Tumblr?"

"Ye!"

"I'll caption it 'BunBun's first catwalk'."

He was silent for a moment and then you heard the click of the lock.

"Are you ready?"

"Ye." You stood a little further back with your phone open on the camera app. You pressed record just as the door opened.

Jungkook stood in the doorway, hood pulled up to reveal two white floppy ears. He grinned and hopped towards you, arms held up by his chest in the bunny pose as he did so. Your giggles bubbled out of you as you couldn't cover your mouth to quiet them.

"How do I look? Am I a handsome BunBun?"

You shook your head.

"No, you're a cute BunBun."

He pouted and hopped closer. You could see a dusting of pink on his cheeks and wished you had a free hand with which to pinch them.

"I prefer handsome but I'll take cute for now... even though Noona is the cute one..."

You stopped filming and slapped him, phone still in hand.

"Yah! I'm not cute!"

"Sure you are."

Just as you went to step on those white shoes of his as you said you would the day before, he darted off and locked himself in the changing room. You could hear his laughter from the other side of the door and huffed.

You smirked as an idea came to mind, "If you don't let me step on your shoes when you get out then Tumblr will learn about your Marvel boxer-briefs."

The door was quickly thrown open, his upper half sticking out of it. His face was bright red with a look of shock and he only had his head and one arm in his shirt.

"You've looked through my underwear draw?!"

"By accident but yes."

"I feel violated." His eyes narrowed but you detected his teasing tone.

"Says the one who climbed into bed with me last night!"

His eyes widened. "Noona, shush!"

You smiled sweetly and fluttered your eyelashes, "So...can I step on your shoes?"

He hesitated, "...Fine... People might take it the wrong way if you let them know you've seen my underwear."

He finished pulling on his shirt, put on his hat and mask then grabbed the onesie.

"Then get your fine ass over here."

He cocked a brow, "You think my butt looks good? I never thought I would hear Noona say something like that."

It was your turn to blush.

"I-it's not like the internet calls it the Jungbooty or anything..." You trailed off looking anywhere but his face.

"First Jungcock and now Jungbooty? ARMY sure are creative." You hummed in agreement and shuffled forward. "I'm glad I did all those squats-s-shit!"

"Oops?"

He swore again, clutching the foot you just stomped on with one hand.

"Wae geugeol balb-ass ni?! Noona-neun nareul dachige hadani biyeolhaeyo! (Why did you stomp on it?! Noona is mean for hurting me!)"

You felt a little bad for stomping hard enough to make him revert back to Korean.

"It's punishment for calling me cute."

He dropped his foot and shook his head. "Bully."

"Meanie."

He held your stare for a moment before thrusting the onesie at you.

"Let's go pay."

He led the way to the checkout giving you the opportunity to sneak a glance at the price tag and the Jungbooty. It looked so firm. No! Snap out of it! Thankfully the onesie was a decent price. God, why did he have to choose those pants? You were so distracted you hadn't noticed Jungkook stopping and slammed straight into the back of him.

"Are you okay?"

It took you a second to realise he'd turned around to face you. Wow. You needed to get a grip.

"Yeah, sorry. I was distracted."

He lowered his head to your ear and whispered, "Stop staring at my ass," before straightening and stepping forward in the queue.

How did he know?! You gulped then stepped forward too.

"What makes you think I was staring at your butt?"

You heard a soft chuckle come from him, "What else would be distracting you?"

Not trusting yourself to form an answer without stuttering, you shoved him from behind. He spun around and steered you by the shoulders to stand in front of him.

"Noona pays, Noona goes first."

You passed the onesie to the cashier who scanned the item and put it in a bag for you.

"Neo-ui namjachingu-ga jal saenggyeosseoyo (Your boyfriend is very handsome.)"

You handed the money over then glanced at Jungkook to find him staring at you. His eyes were the only thing visible to the cashier and you tried not to laugh. Either she was joking or recognised him.

"Geuneun nae namjachingu-ga aniyo. (He's not my boyfriend.)"

She passed you your change and tucked the receipt into the bag.

"Geugeos-eun bukkeuleoun il-eoyo. Neondeul hamkke gwiyeowo. (That's a shame. You look cute together.)"

In that moment you forgot Jungkook was even there.

"Jeongmal?! Neo geuleohge saeng-gaghaeyo?! (Really?! You think so?!)" There was excitement in your voice.

She smiled and nodded. Jungkook took the bag off the counter and placed an arm around your shoulders. You said thank you to the lady and let Jungkook guide you out of the shop. It felt nice having his arm around you. It felt... right. But why was he doing it in the first place?

"BunBun... your arm-"

"Let's go get some ice cream Noona."

He pointed to a small ice cream shop and kept his arm on you. You licked your lips at the thought. It wasn't overly hot outside since it was only the beginning of summer but any weather was perfect for ice cream.

The aircon hit you as soon as you stepped inside bringing goosebumps to the surface of your skin and you pressed closer to Jungkook while scanning the flavours available.

"Oh look Noona! They have salted caramel flavour!"

You did a little cheer and looked up at him. "How did you know I like salted caramel?"

"Because you told me, silly. It was a while ago but I remembered."

You felt something twist in your gut and smiled. What was this feeling?

"You remembered." You repeated under your breath.

He led you to the serving counter and told the shopkeeper the flavours you wanted each. You ended up with salted caramel and he ended up with a watermelon sorbet. He paid and you eagerly spooned the ice cream into your mouth, sighing in pleasure.

You went to take a seat at a nearby table when he caught your arm and nodded to the door.

"It's beautiful outside. Let's go for a walk."

"Won't you need to take your mask off?"

He paused but then held the door open, "It should be relatively empty in the parks. Children should be at summer school and adults at work."

You were uncertain but that side lost to the side that wanted nothing more than to sit and enjoy the weather with Jungkook.

"Okay."

"We have to walk quickly or my sorbet will melt."

You nodded in understanding and waddled out the door, holding the pot of ice cream in your immobile hand. Jungkook followed after you, free arm wrapping around your waist since his sorbet was in a cone.

"Why isn't mine in a cone?"

"Payback for stamping on my foot. Now you have to struggle."

You gasped, "You're so mean!"

"You broke my finger and possibly my toe!"

"I didn't break your finger. You lied to me. Like I said, mean."

He chuckled and squeezed your hip. "It was worth it."

You nearly tripped over your own feet when he squeezed your hip, not expecting such an... intimate gesture from him. He caught you before you completely lost balance.

"Noona~ You're not meant to hurt yourself while you're here. We're nearly at the park."

You apologised for almost falling and focused on not making an idiot of yourself. Turning a corner, you were greeted by a stretch of grass. It was refreshing to see amongst a lot of the concrete of Seoul and you felt yourself feeling more at ease with every step you took away from the road. It reminded you of the village you grew up in but with fewer trees. A smile graced your features. Scooping up another spoonful of ice cream you noticed some melted and dripped down the spoon, landing on your hand. Without thinking you licked it off like you were used too. When you were finished you remembered you were in Jungkook's company and found he had been staring at you intently.

"You're like a cat when you do that, Kitten."

"D-did you just...?"

He hummed in response and smiled before dropping to the floor and patting the grass beside him.

"Kitten, sit."

Your body seemed to move of its own accord. Alarm bells began to ring in your head while the word ‘ kitten’ flashed in big bold lettering. Jeon Jungkook just called you kitten. And...you liked it?

"You have a nickname for me now then I guess." You stated, wiggling to get comfy on the ground.

"If you can call me BunBun because I remind you of a bunny then I can call you my Kitten since you remind me of a cat."

"That sounds like a fair trade."

He grinned and reached a hand up to pat the top of your cap. "Good Kitten."

Your eyes dropped to his sorbet that was slowly melting down the side of the cone. You quickly abandoned your small spoon in the cup and grabbed his hand to guide the sorbet to your lips. You licked along the seam of the cone then let it go. He was silent for a moment, eyes flickering from you to his sorbet then back to you. His bottom lip was caught by his teeth as his eyebrows drew together in... annoyance? You really couldn't tell.

"Who said you could have a taste?"

His voice had lowered an octave.

"You can call me Kitten but don't treat me like a pet."

"I didn't mean-"

You cut him off by shovelling a heaped spoonful of ice cream in his mouth and taking back your spoon leaving his lips sticky with caramel sauce.

"I was kidding. Just don't pet me. It's weird."

You watched as his tongue swept across his lips to remove the sauce.

"How about I only pet you on certain occasions?"

You tilted your head to the side in confusion, "On what occasions?"

He shrugged then had some more of his sorbet.

"I don't know but we can find out together."

Together. He said 'together'. In your chest, your heart was pounding like a drum. But you shouldn't be thinking of things like that...unless he was actually serious in which case that meant...he liked you. Or maybe he just meant as close friends. You couldn't tell.

"I like the sound of that."

He positively beamed at you, bunny teeth on full display, "I'll let Noona pet me too! It won't be a one-sided thing!"

This boy was going to be the death of you and not in the way you had first anticipated. When you found out about Bangtan you thought your death was going to come from their choreo and costumes. But no. It seemed like anything said implying romance was going to make your heart burst.

You smiled, "Okay." And took another bite of your ice cream.

The two of you were silent as you ate. Enjoying the occasional tweet from bypassing birds and crunch as Jungkook demolished his cone.

Once you were finished, he put your empty pot and spoon in the trash and flopped back down beside you. He grabbed the bag with his onesie in and placed it behind his head as a pillow and then opened his arms, inviting you to lie with him. He wanted to cuddle? You were used to your other friends being like that but they were like that with everyone. This was Jungkook who, according to the members, wasn't a very cuddly person unless it was with them.

You must have been lost in thought for too long because he patted the ground next to him, "Come on Kitten. I promise I don't bite."

You lie down, fidgeting for a moment to get comfortable with his arm behind your neck.

"What if someone sees us?"

"The last person they're going to think of led down in a park with a girl is me. It's just toddlers and old people walking their dogs here. We'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

The hand closest to your head started to idly twirl your hair between his fingers, "I'm sure. Stop worry and just relax. It's a beautiful day out and I want to spend it with Noona."

You let your eyes fall shut. Relax, he said. You could do that. So you breathed out a deep sigh and focused on the sound of his low humming. You didn't recognise the tune but figured it was a song he liked since he listened to a wider variety of music than you. You had never heard of future bass before he mentioned it and honestly had no idea what it sounded like. With his fingers playing with your hair you felt yourself beginning to fall asleep and tried to cuddle up closer to him. But that's when you heard it. The barking. You opened your eyes just in time to see a dog barrelling across the grass towards you.

"Jungkook!" You tapped his side and he squinted at you, then followed your gaze.

The dog pounced on him just as he sat up, knocking him backwards again. You had been scrambling to get up but the sight of him led on the ground as a dog licked his face was hilarious and sent you falling back to the ground in laughter. He was trying to stop the excited animal but the more he pushed it away the more excited it got. Jungkook tossed from side to side as the animal nuzzled his neck.

"N-Noona! Help me!"

You clutched your stomach as you laughed and shook your head.

"I need to film this!"

Taking out your phone, you recorded a video. Jungkook was practically begging you to help him but you refused. This was too cute.

"Please Noona! Tomorrow I'll take you to that cafe we went to last time you were here! Please!"

It was a really nice cafe. You sighed and stopped filming, putting your phone away again and whistled. The dog perked up and went over to you. You could tell you were about to receive the same treatment as Jungkook but quickly did something you knew turned any domesticated animal into a pile of mush. You scratched behind its ear. The dog, which looked more like a puppy (probably explaining it's over excitable behaviour), plopped it's butt down and leant into your touch. You giggled when its tail began to thump happily.

"Where's your owner, huh?"

Just as you said that an elderly couple and a small child came over. The child couldn't have been older than 3. The child crouched down by the puppy and pointed an accusing finger at it.

"Nappeun Ponyo. Neoneun nachseon saram-eul haltneun geos-i nappeudaneun geos-eul alji~. (Bad Ponyo. You know licking strangers is bad.)"

You had to hold back an ‘aw’ as she struggled with the pronunciation of longer words.

"Gwenchanha! (It's okay!)" You said and smiled at the little girl. "Geu neoui gang-aji ya? (Is he your puppy?)"

She nodded, suddenly stepping back towards the elderly couple.

"Halmae, Halbae! Ponyoneun jangnan kkuleogi yeossgo, meosjin agassiui nampyeon-eul halt-ass eo! (Grandma, Grandpa! Ponyo was naughty and licked the nice lady's husband!)"

Husband?! Your head whipped around to Jungkook who was chuckling. He looked oblivious to the comment.

"Jeongmal mianhae. (I'm so sorry.)" The elder man said.

Jungkook waved his hand, "Gwenchanhaeyo. (It's fine.)" And then he was beckoning the little girl over. "Neo ileum-i mwoni? (What's your name?)"

"Naneun Jiwoo. Igeos-eun naui gae, Ponyo-ida. (I'm Jiwoo. This is my dog, Ponyo.)"

You found it sweet that she named her dog after a Studio Ghibli film.

"Naneun Kookie. (I'm Kookie.)" Jungkook held out his hand and the little girl glanced at her grandparents for confirmation before shaking it. "Geuneun maeu chinjeol-eo. (He's very friendly.)"

"Naneun Ponyoga ne anaeleul joh-ahandago saeng-gaghae. (I think Ponyo likes your wife.)"

He gave her a small smile, "Geunyeoneun dongmuldeul-ege aju joh-a. (She's very good with animals.)"

You looked at him in shock. Why didn't he correct the little girl? She's going to have the wrong idea.

"Jiwoo, urineun jeongmallo jigeum jib-eulo hyanghaeya. (Jiwoo, we really must be heading home now.)" Said the elderly woman with her own smile.

Jiwoo pouted but clapped her hands, gaining the puppy's attention. Ponyo got to his feet and circled around her.

"Jal isseo Kookie! Jal isseo Kookie-ui anae! (Bye Kookie! Bye Kookie's wife!)"

You waved goodbye to the little girl and her grandparents and then shoved Jungkook's shoulder causing him to fall backwards.

"Really? Your wife?"

"I thought that was every fangirl's dream. To be their bias' wife."

You froze in place but then covered your face with your hands to hide your oncoming blush. This boy was definitely going to be the death of you at this rate. He laughed and got to his feet, not forgetting to grab his onesie.

"Come on, Noona. Let's go for a walk back to the car."

You took his outstretched hand and ignored your racing heart.

You had just reached the gate to the main road when you remembered something.

"BunBun, your mask!"

He stopped and fished it out of his pocket, "Don't forget to put yours on, Kitten."

You patted your pockets but felt your stomach drop when you couldn't find it.

Jungkook snickered when you looked at him wide-eyed, "I thought this might happen. Good thing I brought a spare with me."

He pulled the spare mask out of his back pocket and held it up. It had a whiskers design on it.

Your jaw dropped, "Did you plan this?!"

"No, no. I swear!" He scratched his cheek. "I saw this a while back and thought you might like it. I always bring spares just in case."

You took the mask off him and hooked it over your ears. "Thank you."

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iwroteinapastlife · 7 years

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Does it still count as Chlonath Day 5 if I haven’t slept?

A bunch of family came into town today so I wasn’t able to start this until it was already midnight x_x But here it is nonetheless!

AO3 link here! Enjoy! <3

Day 5: First Kiss/Holding Hands

My vision was filled with beautiful, sparkling red as it rushed all around me, miraculously healing the scratches on my body. Even the blood that had dribbled down the side of my head and matted some of my hair completely dissipated, leaving my hair fresh and clean as they rushed off to fix the next byproduct of the fight. The miraculous ladybugs hadn’t so much as cleared my vision when it was filled anew with yellow and black, the somewhat familiar scent of honey lavender flooding my nose. The scent stirred something in the back of my mind, another time I had smelled this exact fragrance very recently, but I couldn’t quite grasp onto it, because just as soon as it had come, it was gone, blasted away by…her kiss. Queen Bee’s lips were all of a sudden on mine and her fingers had my shirt balled into fists and she was kissing me with such a furious need that I was absolutely dumbfounded and could do nothing but stand there and take it.

I ought to have pushed her away and told her to stop. I ought to have told her that I had a girlfriend and that I was very happy with her and that I couldn’t allow her to kiss me, even if she was a very beautiful superhero who I’d be lying if I said I didn’t admire.

But I didn’t. I didn’t have to. Because it was Chloé. It was my girlfriend who I had just started dating previously that week and wow, kissing her was everything that I thought it would be and more.

I wish I had pulled her back when her head had snapped away from mine, gloved hand immediately coming up to cover her lips, bright beautiful blue eyes blown wide in shock. As if she’d realized what she’d done.

I was just about to say something to her, maybe that I had a girlfriend and so I couldn’t accept her feelings, but she was gone before I could. With tears still trapped in the corners of her eyes—had she been crying over me? Had she been worried because of the akuma?—Queen Bee fled, disappearing from my sight faster than she had initially arrived.

Mere seconds later a hand clapped down on my shoulder—

Nathanaël jolted awake, his whole body jumping and his heart racing in the aftermath of the sudden shock. The fog from his mind slowly parted, letting reality flow back in. It was the middle of the night, and he was in his apartment—not on the roof of his old school in midday.

His girlfriend groaned beside him, shifting in the bed so that she was facing him, eternally cold hands making smooth contact with his chest as she curled up to him. “Nath,” she deadpanned. “I am trying to get my beauty sleep for tomorrow. Can you not.”

He huffed a small laugh, still distracted by the strange way his dream had recalled that akuma attack from his teenage years. “Sorry, Chloé.” He turned and kissed the top of her head. “Go back to sleep.”

She sighed. “No. You’re too awake. I can hear it. If you don’t look pretty in our wedding photos because you couldn’t sleep the night before I’ll never forgive myself.”

He chuckled. “I’m an insomniac, Chloé, I can deal with sleepless—,”

She shushed him, lazily smacking her hand down on his face to cover his mouth. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

He kissed her hand as she retracted it. “It’s nothing. I just had a weird dream about an akuma attack.”

“There haven’t been any akuma attacks in years.”

“I know. It was a memory, actually. Of one that happened years ago. Do you remember The Glassmaker?”

Chloé’s body shifted the slightest bit, pulling him closer against her. “Yeah,” she said bitterly. He could practically hear the need for blood in her next words. “She nearly sliced you to bits.” He smiled and hugged her with the arm that was acting as her pillow. Even though he’d experienced her wrath toward any akuma who dared hurt him several times, he still felt incredibly warm every time he was reminded of that protective nature of hers. “Is that why you woke up? Because you were remembering the attack?”

“No, actually, I was remembering what happened right after it.”

She sighed, and he felt her muscles quickly relax. “Our first kiss.”

“What? No, I… Well actually, it was really weird because in the dream, it was like Queen Bee was you. You know how dreams can be weird like that sometimes, where there can be one person, but they’re also someone else, but like for some reason it makes complete sense even though later you’re looking back and—,”

“Wait,” she interrupted, suddenly sounding very serious. “Nathanaël, tell me what happened in your dream.”

“Oh, Queen Bee kissed me. That actually happened. I don’t know if I ever told you that. She never did it again, but she does still seem to be flirting with me whenever I see her. I’ve tried to tell her I have a girlfriend several times, but I never get a chance to and for some reason she always shows up right as you’re not around and—hey, w-what’s up?” Nathanaël paused in his rambling as Chloé sat up, leaning over the edge of the bed to turn the lamp on. She was staring at him with what looked like some sort of incredulous look, as if he was speaking a foreign language or something, laced with just the slightest bit of anger. He sat up in the bed. He wasn’t sure if he should be asking what’s wrong or cowering in fear. Or both. Probably both.

He grew more and more nervous by the second. She was just sitting there glaring at him, eyes slowly squinting more and more as if she was trying to solve a ridiculously challenging puzzle. She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it again. She tried again. Nope. Soon she reached a hand up and closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose between forefinger and thumb.

“Is…Is something wrong?” She wasn’t angry that Queen Bee had kissed him, was she? He knew she had quite the jealous streak sometimes (always), but that was years ago, and they had only just started dating when it had happened. Maybe she was upset that he’d never told her. It wasn’t like he was specifically trying to keep it a secret, it just hadn’t really come up, and he didn’t think about it that often so he never really thought to—

“Nathanaël,” she finally said, eyes still closed as if she was fighting off a headache.

“Y-Yes?”

“When and where did we first kiss?”

“U-Um, a couple days after the Glassmaker incident, at the park after school?”

“Oh my god,” she groaned as she curled in on herself. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this!”

“W-What?”

“I mean, I know the magic is strong, but this????”

“C-Chloé?”

“This whole time you haven’t known!?” She shouted, finally looking up at him. He flinched back into the bedframe, more than a little frightened by her in that moment.

“K-Known what?”

And then she was squeezing her head between her hands. “Oh my god. You don’t know. We’re getting married tomorrow and you still don’t know. How is that even possible? Oh my god.” Her hands had balled into tight fists and he was beginning to fear that she would pull out her own hair. He tentatively reached out and covered her hands with his.

“Chloé, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“POLLEN, TRANSFORM ME!”

Nathanaël fell backwards as the room was suddenly lit up with yellow-gold sparkles and black lightning. His girlfriend’s powerful blue eyes were suddenly staring at him from beneath a yellow and black mask. Her silky blonde hair, which had been slightly matted only moments before, was suddenly pulled up in a perfect ponytail, and her simple tank top and shorts had been replaced with a full body black and yellow striped spandex suit.

Nathanaël screamed.

And fell off the bed.

“Nath, shut up! You’re gonna scare the neighbors!”

“Y-Y-You’re—! But—! But you—! I-I-I—! Wh-Wha—?!!!?”

She sighed and reached down, effortlessly lifting him from the floor bridal style and putting him back on the bed. “Jeez, I would have put it more delicately if I knew you were going to react like this.”

React like this?? How was he supposed to react!? And how could she be so calm at a time like this!?!?!?!?! “B-But how!?!?”

“I’ve been Queen Bee since before we started dating, Nathanaël, honestly.” She had her head in her hand again and was shaking it from side to side as if he was the one being a fool here.

“W-We’re getting married tomorrow!!”

“Yes, yes we are!”

“How could you never tell me!?!?”

“I thought you knew!!!” she exploded, arms flying up in the air. She suddenly dropped them as a beep sounded off. “Oh, shit, she was sleeping.”

That shower of gold sparkles and black lightning filled the air once more as the transformation was dropped, Chloé reappearing exactly as she had been only moments before. That was when he spotted the bee that was way too big to be a bee. He nearly fell off the bed again as he wildly sprang backwards. “W-What the fuck is that thing!?” The not-a-bee plopped down in Chloé’s open hands and she looked up at him in surprise. The not-a-bee turned toward him and he shrank under its big blue gaze.

“This is Pollen. She’s a kwami, and the source of Queen Bee’s powers.”

“A-A kwa-what now?”

The not-a-bee looked up at her. “Aren’t you two getting married tomorrow?”

“IT SPEAKS!?”

“I thought he already knew!” She replied, completely ignoring him.

“You two really need to work on your communication skills.”

“I guess. I could have sworn I had already told him. I mean, where did he think all our sugar cubes were going?” Sugar cubes? What??

“Speaking of—,”

“In the cabinet by the fridge. Just restocked.”

“Thank you!” And with that, the not-a-bee flitted off toward the kitchen. Chloé’s eyes finally turned their attention back toward him and he tried not to look as absolute 100% scared shitless as he was. He failed.

She sighed, reaching out to take his hand from where he had it hugged close to his chest. “Please don’t be mad. I honestly thought you knew.” She tugged his arm away from his chest and he was forced to drop a bit of the tension in his muscles.

“You’re…You’re Queen Bee.”

She smiled. “Guilty.”

“You kissed me that day.”

“Guilty again. And proud.”

“You’re the one flirting with me every time you fly by.”

“Thus the reason why I’m never around when it happens.”

“Because you’re…Queen Bee.”

“Honestly I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal about it. So I’m a superhero, are you really all that surprised? I mean look at me.”

He did.

He looked at her.

And looked.

And then he kissed her, the two of them nearly toppling over with the sudden force of it. She smiled against his lips. “Does this mean we’re still on for tomorrow?”

“I’m marrying a superhero,” he said, arms snaking down around her waist.

“Yes, you are.”

“Are you still going to make me get my beauty sleep? Because I really don’t think I’ll be able to go to sleep now.”

She hummed, considering his words, and then put on a flirty smile. “I’ll let you stay up, on one condition.”

The way she had her head tilted was drawing him in, lips a mere breath’s width apart from hers. “What’s that?”

“You make love to this superhero.”

“Anything for you, my queen.”

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hannahhhhify · 7 years

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Chapter 176: Papa’s Apple Pie

Ken’s POV:

I felt someone play with my hair and I opened my eyes.

Paul: “Hey, I’m surprised you are still sleeping” I stretched.

Ken: “what time is it?”

Paul: “like 10pm, you’ve been sleeping for like 14 hours” I groaned.

Ken: “Do I have to wake up?”

Paul: “No, you can keep sleeping if you want, but Drake kind of wants to see you”

Ken: “he does?” I said opening my eyes. Paul nodded

Paul: “He kept asking me about you, do you want me to take you home?” I nodded and I got up. “do you always sleep in your shoes and uniform?”

Ken: “I was too tired… I just came in here and crashed immediately.” Paul nodded and pulled me into a hug.

Paul: “I love you”

Ken: “Love you too dad” I said softly. I got my stuff and Paul took me home. When we got there, I gave Dan my work schedule, and then I walked to the boys room. Taylor and Kevin were sleeping in Taylor’s bed. Matt was laying on his bed on his stomach, and drake was softly playing his guitar.

Matt: “Hey Ken” He said softly. I smiled at him and Drake looked up and smiled at me

Drake: “Hi daddy” he said putting his guitar down.

Ken: “will you come upstairs with me?” I asked quietly, not wanting to wake up the other boys. He nodded and he got up and then we walked upstairs to my room. as soon as I closed my door he hugged me.

Drake: “I’m so sorry for what I said Dad… I was just mad… I didn’t mean it!” I wrapped my arms around him and I kissed the top of his head.

Ken: “and I’m sorry I hit you… I feel awful, and I shouldn’t have done that”

Drake: “It’s okay” I pulled away from him and shook my head no.

Ken: “I knew you were going to say that… but’s it’s not okay, and I don’t want you to think that it’s okay… hitting you was wrong, and I’m so sorry” he nodded. and I sighed… “Um… I got in trouble for it… I thought you should know that my mistakes have consequences too” I said blushing and looking away from his confused face.

Drake: “you got in trouble for it? what do you mean? By who?”

Ken: “Paul… that’s why I went over there last night” I said looking back up at him. Drake just stared at me confused for a few minutes, making me feel really awkward.

Drake: “Dad? Do you get spanked?” he asked shocked. I nodded.

Ken: “Yes…” I said biting my lip. he laughed at me, making me even more embarrassed. I shook my head and walked away from him.

Drake: “dad! Wait! Where are you going?”

Ken: “I told you because I wanted you to know that what I did wasn’t okay… Not so you could laugh at me” I said softly.

Drake: “I’m sorry daddy… I just can’t imagine you being spanked by Paul... you are too old for that” he said walking over and hugging me again.

Ken: “Paul and Dan don’t seem to think so… that was my second ass beating in the past couple days”

Drake: “did you get in trouble for drinking too?” I nodded.

Ken: “yeah… does that make you think of me differently?” he shook his head no.

Drake: “of course not… It makes me nervous though”

Ken: “about what?”

Drake: “am I still going to get spankings when I’m your age? That’s a long time” he said pouting. I chuckled and shrugged.

Ken: “Hopefully not, hopefully you’ll be smarter than I am”

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A few days later Taylor’s POV:

Today after work Paul and Denise asked me to babysit, because he said Denise and Him needed to talk about some things. Frankie and Joseph are over at Mr. Davis house, so I just have Zac, Kevin and Nick.

Kevin: “Taylor” He said walking into the living room “Can I go next door, to Rachel’s house?”

Taylor: “No”

Kevin: “well can she come over here? Please?”

Taylor: “Have you finished your homework?”

Kevin: “kind of”

Taylor: “KIND OF?” I said raising my eyebrow at him. he pouted

Kevin: “I have to read a book, that I’m doing a report on… but I don’t feel like reading right now… I have two more weeks”

Taylor: “what chapter are you on?”

Kevin: “chapter 2” he mumbled

Taylor: “Read one more chapter, and then she can come over” he groaned

Kevin: “I don’t wanna read” he whined.

Taylor: “fine with me”

Kevin: “really?”

Taylor: “yup… Rachel can’t come over though” his jaw dropped

Kevin: “Taylorr!” he whined.

Taylor: “if you want her to come over then go get your book, you are reading a chapter”

Kevin: “yes sir” he said pouting. I feel bad, but I don’t want him to get in trouble for not reading at least a little bit. I always used to procrastinate reading in school, and I got in trouble a lot for it. I sighed and got up and went to check on the other boys.

Taylor: “how’s homework going Nicky?”

Nick: “I’m almost done” he said smiling at me. I kissed the top of his head.

Taylor: “Good… How about you Zac?” he groaned

Zac: “I hate homework” he mumbled. I chuckled and walked over to him. He has his new puppy sleeping in his lap. The new puppy is really cute, I hope they get to keep him.

Taylor: “I used to hate it too” I said leaning over him to see what he is working on. “Do you need some help?”

Zac: “No, I can figure it out” he said running his hand through his hair.

Taylor: “I don’t mind helping if you need some help”

Zac: “nobody ever really helped me before, my dad didn’t care”

Taylor: “well… I care! let me know if you need any help, okay?” I said patting his shoulder. He nodded. and I went back into the living room and a few minutes later Nicky came and sat in my lap. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. he is eating some cookies.

Taylor: “Are these sugars free?”

Nick: “No” he said pouting. “Sugar free snacks are boring”

Taylor: “You need to check your sugar levels first” I said grabbing his cookies he groaned

Nick: “I alreadddy did” he whined

Taylor: “what was it?”

Nick: “80”

Taylor: “okay” I said giving him his cookies back. “Don’t forget to check it again after” I said kissing his cheek

Kevin: “I finished the chapterrr!” he said walking in and putting the book down on the coffee table.

Taylor: “oh really?... So If I grab that book and go to chapter 3, and ask you some questions about it, you’ll be able to answer them?” his eyes widened, Not expecting me to say that.

Kevin: “uh… I don’t know” he said nervously.

Taylor: “did you just lie to me Kevin Jonas?” I said glaring at him.

Kevin: “No…”

Taylor: “Give me the book then” I said holding out my hand.

Kevin: “I… I didn’t read all of it” he whispered.

Taylor: “So you did lie to me just now, twice?”

Kevin: “I’m sorry Taylor! I just wanted to see Rachel” he said pouting.

Taylor: “well now you aren’t going to see Rachel. You are going to sit there and read for 2 hours, because you lied to me twice” he gasped

Kevin: “But Taylor!”

Taylor: “that’s what you get for lying!... you are lucky that I’m not spanking you… the only reason I’m not is because I know you are still sore” I said sternly.

Kevin: “I’m sorry I lied to you Taylor… I sh-shouldn’t have done t-that”

Taylor: “No you shouldn’t have… I hate it when you lie to me! now sit your butt down and read that book”

Kevin: “yes sir…” he said pouting.

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Meanwhile Edward’s POV:

I just got the worst spanking ever because I got suspended from school for a week for getting into a fight, and the fight wasn’t even my fault! John spanked me hard for it, and now I’m laying down in my bed, on my stomach, half naked, crying my eyes out because that spanking was the worst one I’ve gotten so far, it hurts so bad. and he tried to hold me after he got done beating me, but I pushed him away, and I pushed Karie away too… but now I feel abandoned, and I want someone to hold me. I put my pillow over my head to muffle my cries, because I don’t want anybody to know that I’m still crying this bad, it’s embarrassing. After a little bit I heard the door open and I squeezed my eyes shut and tried so hard to stay quiet, but I failed miserably, plus my body is shaking with sobs, so it’s obvious that I’m still crying anyway.

John: “Edward… Sam is here” he said softly... “Do you want to see him?” I didn’t say anything, I just kept crying. I’m crying so bad I can’t speak right now. “I-I’m going to help you p-put some shorts on” he said softly. and a few seconds later I felt him move around, and he slipped some shorts up my legs, and up over my butt, I immediately started sobbing even harder. This fucking hurts. “Edward... please let me h-“

Edward: “GO AWAY!” I screamed, from under my pillow.

John: “o-okay, I’m sending Sam in… okay?” I didn’t respond to him, I just turned onto my side, facing the wall, my pillow still wrapped around my head. He left the room, and a few seconds later I felt the bed sink beside me.

Sam: “Eddie” he said softly. but when I didn’t acknowledge him he took my pillow away. “what happened?” he said rubbing my back.

Edward: “I g-got sus-susp-“ I turned back onto my stomach and buried my face into the mattress, I can’t speak right now

Sam: “You got suspended?” I nodded “are you crying because you got… in trouble?”

Edward: “I-I d-on’t want t-to talk ab-about it, I.. c-can y-you l-leave?”

Sam: “I’m not leaving”

Edward: “I w-want y-you t-to g-go-“ before I could even finish my sentence he laid down next to me and pulled me over to him, so that I was mostly on top of him, and then he wrapped his arms around me protectively.. the movement made my ass hurt even worse, and I couldn’t help but sob even harder. I don’t want him to see me like this! It’s really embarrassing, and I can’t stop crying.

Sam: “I’m not leaving Eddie, So deal with it” he said stubbornly. I’m too warn out to argue with him, so I just let him hold me, and I cried myself to sleep in his arms. I have no idea how long I slept, but I woke up when I heard some talking. But I pretended to still be asleep.

John: “He can’t be fighting in school Sam, he needed that spanking” I felt myself blush. I HATE that Sammy knows, It’s so embarrassing. I feel like such a kid. I hate it.

Sam: “you fucking hurt him though, I’m going to call the cops”

John: “it’s not illegal to spank your kids in this state”

Sam: “well I looked it up, and I’m pretty sure using physical discipline is frowned upon in foster care, they could take him away from you” John didn’t say anything for what seemed like a long time. “You knew that, didn’t you?”

John: “of course I knew that, but I stand behind my decision to discipline him in this way because he was putting his life in danger! A spanking is MUCH better than him getting murdered at night or something because he runs away… A spanking is the ONLY thing that has worked for him. what am I supposed to do?” he said sounding frustrated. “every time I’ve spanked him, it’s been to either keep him safe, or to help him”

Sam: “How is this helping him? He cried himself to sleep… tell yourself whatever makes you feel better for being an abusive asshole. I’m not going to continue to stand by and watch—” I reached up and covered Sam’s mouth with my hand. I hate when him and John argue, and they both went silent.

Edward: “stop a-arguing” I felt Sammy nod and I moved my hand.

Sam: “I’m sorry Eddie”

John: “Sorry” he said softly, and I heard him leave the room

Sam: “I’m so sorry this happened again Edward… I hate seeing you in pain… are you okay?” I nodded. “Can you look at me?... please?” I slowly looked up and he also has tears in his eyes.

Edward: “w-why are y-you crying?”

Sam: “Because you are, and it makes me sad” he said wiping away my tears with his thumbs. “I’m going to get you out of here okay? I’m not going to let this happen to you again”

Edward: “I don’t want to leave Sammy… I’m safe here”

Sam: “he hits you…”

Edward: “would you r-rather me get beat up or s-starved, or s-sexually abused?”

Sam: “No! of course not!”

Edward: “I haven’t had any l-luck with foster care… this sucks, but... at least they seem like they care…” I said looking down. “and they’ve never disciplined me just because they wanted to see me in pain, they’ve only done it when I’ve been stupid.”

Sam: “Eddie… you were crying harder than I’ve ever seen you cry before! And you still can’t stop your tears from falling… this isn’t okay...”

Edward: “But Sammy… I’ve ne-never lived s-somewhere w-where I wa-wasn’t af-afraid, I’m n-not af-afraid here I’ll stop being so d-dumb, I’ll stay out of trouble better”

Sam: “I wish you could just live with me” he said pulling me closer and giving me a soft kiss.

Edward: “Someday soon” he smiled and nodded.

Sam: “as soon as you turn 18” I laid my head down on his chest and he rubbed my back and played with my hair for a long time. “I love you”

Edward: “I love you too” I shifted a little bit and I winced, and reached back to rub my bottom

Sam: “I want to punch John right in the face”

Edward: “I’m okay, stop being so protective”

Sam: “no... I can’t” he whined. After a couple hours of just cuddling, I started getting hungry, but I’m too embarrassed to leave my bedroom.

Edward: “Sammy… can you do something for me?... please?”

Sam: “anything baby”

Edward: “I’m hungry, a-and I don’t want to go out there”

Sam: “okay, I’ll go get you something, what do you want?”

Edward: “I don’t care” he nodded and he slipped out from underneath me, and he left the room. and a few minutes later he came back with two plates of food.

Sam: “Karie saved us dinner” I nodded and we got down on the floor, I laid on my tummy on the floor, and Sammy sat down, and we ate. “So, John was out there crying”

Edward: “why?”

Sam: “I think he feels bad, I don’t know”

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John’s POV:

Edward hid in his room all night. and Eventually Sam left, I was hoping he would come out, but he didn’t. I do think spanking him was the right choice, but I think I might have been a little too hard on him. but he got suspended! And he is already so far behind. I wish he cared a little bit more about his education. Maybe I’m just bias because I’m a teacher.

Karie: “I’m going to go take a shower and get ready for bed” I nodded. she’s been by my side all night, because I hate having to discipline either one of the kids, and I’ve been really sad. She left the room and I sighed and leaned forward and covered my face with my hands and took a deep breath. I need to talk to Paul again… because I can’t do this, I feel terrible. And when you foster a child, corporate punishment is frowned upon, Sam was right about that. I don’t know what to do, because I really think this type of discipline is what he needs…. But then again maybe I think that because of us getting closer to the Jonas/Lautner family.

Edward: “John?” he said softly... I jumped and quickly looked up at him. he was across the room, near the hallway that leads back to everybody’s bedrooms.

John: “Hey” I said unsure of what to say

Edward: “so… I know you said I was grounded for the week while I’m suspended, b-but Taylor and Drake, and some of the Jonas boys are going bowling tomorrow night, and they asked if Sam and I and could go…”

John: “I’ll talk to Karie about it” he nodded. “um… you can say no if you want, but can I get a hug… please?” he bit his lower lip for a second before nodding and walking over to me, I stood up and pulled him into a hug and I closed my eyes and rubbed his back. I’ve been wanting a hug from him since he pushed me away. “I love you Edward… I know it feels unfair, but I punished you because I care about you, and your future”

Edward: “I know… I’m sorry I got suspended… c-can I-“

John: “Can you what?” I said pulling away from him.

Edward: “I don’t want to be alone... can I hangout with you or whatever?” I nodded.

John: “want to watch a movie?”

Edward: “sit down?” he said looking over at the couch and pouting.

John: “we can bring some blankets out and lay down… I’ll make some popcorn, you pick a movie” he nodded and I smiled. I quickly got some blankets and pillows and made a bed on the floor, and then I went and made some popcorn.

Edward: “I picked a Disney movie… I h-haven’t seen it yet” he said looking kind of embarrassed. I smiled at him

John: “I love Disney movies… Can I go ask Olivia is she wants to join us? She loves that movie” he nodded and I handed him the popcorn and then I went to Olivia’s room and knocked on her door. She opened it and smiled at me

Olivia: “hi dad”

John: “I know it’s late, but do you want to come watch a movie with Edward and I?”

Olivia: “Do I get to pick?” she said walking over to her bed and grabbing a pillow.

John: “Edward picked your favorite Disney movie” I said smiling at her before walking back out to the living room. Edward already made himself comfortable, and he put the movie in. I laid down next to him and threw a piece of popcorn in the air, catching it in my mouth. Olivia came and made herself a bed on the other side of Edward and we started watching. Karie came out a little bit later and smiled at us.

Karie: “Movie night, on a school night?” she said shaking her head.

Olivia: “Don’t worry mom, Edward has to stay home tomorrow, and I’ll make sure daddy behaves” she said jokingly. We all laughed.

Karie: “well I’m going to bed, and as soon as this is over, all three of you better get to bed, because I’m not dealing with grumpy sleepy heads all day”

Olivia: “we will momma” she walked over and she made sure we were all covered up, and she gave me a kiss, and she hugged both of the kids before turning the lights off and leaving the room. I made it through half of the movie before falling asleep. When Karie woke me up the next morning Edward was practically on top of me, and Olivia was cuddled close next to us.

Karie: “you guys are cute! I got pictures!” she said laughing. I groaned and stretched a little.

John: “I fell asleep, I’m sorry I didn’t come to bed honey”

Karie: “it’s okay babe, your alarm went off though, it’s time for you and Olivia to get ready to go” I nodded and she helped me move Edward off of me. and we woke Olivia up. Edward stirred a little bit, but he fell back to sleep quickly. And Olivia and I got ready and got some breakfast.

John: “Honey, don’t let him lay around all day, make him do some schoolwork… he got suspended, it’s not a vacation”

Karie: “don’t worry honey, I’ll make sure that he can’t wait to go back to school... when he finishes his schoolwork, he can be my spring cleaning buddy”

John: “Good!” I said giving her a kiss.

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Taylor’s POV: NEXT DAY

Right now, Drake, Demi, Ken, Olivia, Sam, Edward, Tay and Austin Swift, and all of the Jonas boys, and Kevin’s new friend Rachel, Zac, Uncle Matt, And Mr. and Mrs. Davis are all at the bowling alley. Paul and Denise are going through some stuff, so they need alone time, and my mom and dad and baby Bethany just kind of wanted to sleep. But everyone else is having fun. We are on teams

Team 1: Me, Tay, Frankie, Austin, Joe and Nick

Team 2: Drake, Olivia, Uncle Matt, John, Karie and Ken.

Team 3: Kevin, Rachel, Zac, Demi, Sam, and Edward.

And each team is playing against each other in their lane, and then out of the 3 winners from the teams, we are going to see who wins with the best score over all. We are having a lot of fun, everyone is eating pizza and hanging out. So far on my team Frankie is the one who is winning, because he is the only one on our team who is using the bumper guard things. But Nick is also surprisingly really good at bowling! After I took my turn, I went back and sat down and Frankie climbed into my lap.

Taylor: “do you like bowling Frankie?” he nodded

Frankie: “I never been bowling before! It’s so much fun!”

Taylor: “you’ve never been bowling before? Well, you must be a natural, because you are winning so far” he giggled.

Frankie: “Can we come go bowling again? I like it”

Taylor: “yes, we will definitely come again very soon”

Frankie: “it’s MY turn!” he said excitedly. Getting up running over to grab his ball. I chuckled.

Tay: “he is so cute”

Taylor: “yes he is, I love how excited he is” we all laughed as Edward through the ball and it went down our lane, hitting over some of our pins. Edward has never been bowling either, Apparently.

Edward: “opps! sorry” he said sheepishly.

So the first game, on our team, Frankie won, followed closely by Nick, and I had the worst score. On Team 2, Karie won by like a lot. Everyone else on that team sucked, and Drake managed to get the lowest score. And On team 3, Rachel won, and Edward got last place. All together, Karie won over everybody, and Drake had the lowest score. Which I made sure to make fun of him for. We decided to play again, because everyone is having so much fun.

So Kevin and Rachel are like getting really close, they are sitting really close, and Nick just told me he saw them kiss. So after my turn was over I walked over to them and cleared my throat. They both kind of jumped.

Taylor: “so, what’s up?”

Kevin: “just… bowling” he said awkwardly.

Taylor: “kissing too?” I said raising my eyebrow. He bit his lip and Rachel got up..

Rachel: “uhm…. My turn” she said awkwardly.

Kevin: “Taylorr… please don’t embarrass me” he mumbled.

Taylor: “you don’t need to be kissing Kevin… have you even told anyone you were dating her? I thought you were just friends”

Kevin: “w-we are just friends”

Taylor: “friends don’t kiss Kev” Sam chuckled, overhearing everything. “I’m watching you, baby brother, so you better behave” he pouted and Rachel came back and took her seat next to Kevin. I sighed and walked back to my team. Kevin HATES it when I’m protected like this, but I don’t care, sucks to be the little brother I guess. We finished another game, this Time Nicky won on our team. And once again, I had the lowest score. Karie won again on her team, and John got the lowest score. And on Team 3, Demi won, and Edward got the lowest score again. overall Karie won over everybody else, again! she’s a really really good bowler! And this time Edward got the lowest score out of everybody. Win or lose though, we all had fun, and we need to come here and play again.

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Drake’s POV:

After we got done Bowling, Olivia and I went outside to talk alone while everyone is kind of chatting still.

Drake: “Are you mad at me?”

Olivia: “no, of course not”

Drake: “but you-“

Olivia: “I got in trouble” she said biting her lip

Drake: “what happened?”

Olivia: “I don’t know… it’s stupid”

Drake: “I get in trouble for stupid stuff all the time” I said shrugging

Olivia: “yeah you do” I laughed and nodded.

Drake: “you don’t have to talk to me about it if you don’t want, but sometimes it helps”

Olivia: “I got super jealous of Edward because I’m an idiot… and I decided to be a total brat! They took away my car, and my dad spanked me… I’ve never gotten spanked before, it hurt so bad, and it still kind of does” she said pouting, I frowned and pulled her into a hug.

Drake: “I told you I wasn’t just being a baby, it really does hurt!” she nodded

Olivia: “I really hurt my parents, and I feel awful”

Drake: “trust me, they’ve already forgiven you… parents are good about stuff like that, it’s like they love us or something” she started laughing and pushed me away

Olivia: “you are such a dork… but you make me feel better” she said smiling

Drake: “your smile is one of my favorite things”

Olivia: “your kiss is one of my favorites” I smiled and stepped closer to her and she closed the distance between us, and we kissed for like the first time in weeks. The sparks are still there, and the tingles in my stomach are stronger than ever. We kind of got lost in the kiss until I felt us being pulled apart. My eyes opened and Olivia and I both made whine sounds. Mr. Davis started lecturing her about boys, at the same time my dad started lecturing me about girls. I rolled my eyes and my dad smacked my bottom hard.

Drake: “Ouch! Dad” I whined, reaching back to rub

Ken: “we were looking all over for you two! You should have asked”

Drake: “we just wanted to talk...”

John: “Mmhm. it doesn’t look like your lips were doing much talking” both of our fathers continued lecturing us. and Olivia and I looked at each other and we both smiled a little bit. Worth it. Dad snapped his fingers in front of my face and I jumped

Ken: “are you even listening to me?”

Drake: “yes... we should have asked before coming outside, I’m sorry dad” he nodded. “Just stop sneaking off. next time you don’t ask, I’m spanking you” I blushed and nodded.

Drake: “yes sir”

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Kevin’s POV:

After we got Back home from Bowling one of my brothers told on me for kissing Rachel. I wasn’t planning on kissing her, especially in front of my family like that, but she kissed me, and I kissed her back. we’ve been talking a lot, and I really like her, and I know she likes me too. we aren’t official yet, I think she’s waiting for me to ask her.

Denise: “I thought you said she was just your friend, Kevin Jonas” she said crossing her arms.

Kevin: “we a-are just friends”

Paul: “Kevin, don’t lie to us”

Kevin: “Dad... I’m not” I said pouting. “but we like each other, and I want to ask her to be my girlfriend” I said nervously… I’ve had a sort of girlfriend before, but it ended terribly. And since Tay got pregnant, our parents got waayyy stricter with dating. Mom and dad looked at each other for a second.

Paul: “Kevin… We don’t know this girl at all, we don’t know anything about her, we don’t know her values, or beliefs”

Kevin: “But I know her… why do you need to know her?” they both glared at me.

Denise: “BECAUSE we are your parents”

Paul: “and because we want what’s best for you”

Kevin: “Maybe I need to decide what’s best for me this time…” I said biting my lip, hoping they don’t think I’m giving them an attitude or something. Because that’s not what I’m trying to do. “please let me date her? you told me I could date after I turned 16” I couldn’t help but whine.

Paul: “I know, but Kevin, mentally you’ve had a hard year, and after what happened with your ex, it makes me nervous, I don’t want you to get hurt again”

Kevin: “never mind… I’ll just be alone forever” I said getting up, Dad grabbed my wrist to keep me from walking away though.

Paul: “That’s not what we’re saying Kevin…”

Denise: “we just think it’s too soon”

Kevin: “But I don’t think it’s too soon...” Dad had me sit in his lap, and he wrapped his arms around me.

Paul: “I love you Kevin, and if you REALLY think you are ready, then… you can start dating her, but I don’t want you to become her girlfriend until your mother and I get to know her”

Kevin: “really?” I said shocked… he nodded

Denise: “But ONLY double dates Kevin, no unsupervised dates”

Kevin: “but I was allowed to go on unsupervised dates before… how come I can’t now?”

Paul: “just until we feel better about you dating again… okay?” I nodded… I guess that’s understandable. I can’t wait to go on my first date with her, if she says yes.

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A few days later (SATURDAY) Denise POV:

We just got to Paul’s dad’s house, and we told the kids they could play outside for a little bit, because it was a long drive, and they need to burn some energy. Paul and I went inside.

Paul: “Dad?” he called out as we stepped into the house. We put our bags down.

Denise: “Is he home?”

Paul: “He knew that we were coming” he said shrugging as we walked around the house to look for him, we couldn’t find him though. “He probably went to the store or something” I nodded and we went into the kitchen “oh look! He made apple pie!” he said smiling and walking over and grabbing a plate.

Denise: “Are you sure you should cut into that? What if it’s for something?” Paul shrugged and put the plate on the counter next to the pie, and he grabbed a knife. I rolled my eyes.

Paul: “He knows I love apple pie, I bet you anything he made it for me” he said looking back and smiling at me, before cutting himself a piece.

Papa Jonas: “HEY! Wait until after dinner young man!” he said loudly, chuckling. Paul and I both jumped.

Paul: “fuck” he whispered, letting go of the knife, and bringing his hand up to his chest.

Papa Jonas: “PAUL! Watch your mouth!” he yelled, bringing his hand down hard on Paul’s bottom, twice. Paul winced.

Paul: “sorry dad… you scared the crap out of me, I thought you weren’t here”

Papa Jonas: “I was in the bathroom, don’t change the subject! I don’t want that language in my home! Do you need your mouth washed out with soap?” He asked crossing his arms. Paul groaned and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Paul: “No sir. It won’t happen again”

Papa Jonas: “It better not” he said grabbing the plate Paul was going to use, and putting it back. “I know you love apple pie, but you can wait” Paul sighed and nodded.

Paul: “Yes sir. Thanks for making it” his dad smiled and pulled him into a hug.

Papa Jonas: “your welcome baby boy, I’m glad you came”

Kevin: “Moooom” he yelled through the house.

Denise: “in the kitchen” I called out. He walked in with Frankie.

Kevin: “Frankie ran into the road, two times… oooh Apple pie” he said running over to it.

Paul: “Hey! Nope! Wait until after dinner” Paul said sternly. Kevin pouted. and Paul looked at his dad and sighed loudly. “Kids” he said rolling his eyes and smirking at him… Papa Jonas and I both laughed. And I leaned down to Frankie’s level.

Denise: “Frankie, why are you running into the road?”

Frankie: “it was an accident mommy”

Denise: “I don’t think so Franklin. You did it twice, and you know you aren’t allowed to go into the road, you know better” I said glaring at him. He looked down.

Frankie: “we are p-playing catch and I has littler legs then them, I can’t run as fast… I didn’t want him to catch me” he said pouting. I hooked my thumb under his chin and made him look up at me.

Denise: “Franklin that’s not a very good reason! You are not allowed into the road unless a grown up, or your bigger brothers holding your hand, and you aren’t allowed to RUN into the street ever! You always need to stop and look both ways”

Frankie: “I’m sorry mommy”

Denise: “well, I think you need a spanking, to help you remember”

Frankie: “Noo mommy! I’ll remember!” he said with wide eyes.

Denise: “well that’s good, but you’re still getting a spanking” I said standing straight up.

Frankie: “But Kevy ran into the road too!” He whined. I looked over at Kevin and he gasped

Kevin: “Frankie, I only went into the road to get you out of it”

Frankie: “But Kevin didn’t stop to look for cars either! Why doesn’t he have to get some spanks if I have to?”

Kevin: “I was more concerned about getting you out of the road… and I did look” I sighed.

Denise: “Kevin is 16, you are only 7, and you cannot go into the road by yourself, end of discussion”

Frankie: “But-“

Papa Jonas: “Franklin!” he said in a harsh tone that made Frankie jump. “You heard your mother!” he said glaring at him. Frankie immediately broke down into tears and hugged me, and hid his face in my belly. He doesn’t like getting told off by his grandpa. None of them do.

Kevin: “Can I go back outside?” he said looking at his dad. Paul nodded.

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