#Better to recognize/accept whats odd about you and be peacefully aware of it than just being mad at everyone all the time for not fully
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In Another Life [Jinguji Jakurai]
You don’t know what you did to end up on the receiving end of a knife.
You had been peacefully slumbering, your parents in the next room over having finally quieted down after an extended fight that you hoped would lead to a divorce. It was a bit dark to think such things but you were a teenager now, you were beginning to understand adult issues and you could tell that there was something hovering over them causing these outbursts. Perhaps separating wouldn’t be in their best interest but you were simply tired of the yelling, of the constant negativity, of the inability to exist in your own house without having to be stressed about when the next fight was coming.
You fell asleep thinking about them but your dreams had been far more pleasant, a technicolor daydream of another life, one where you were unapologetically happy.
And then you woke up to a knife to your throat.
Your eyes met your attackers briefly, a chill coursing through your veins at that complete lack of emotion in them. You were used to being surrounded by anger and hatred, but there was something foreign about this look. It’s like his eyes (you thought it was a man, a boy, but it was rather dark) were devoid of any emotion, telling you ‘this isn’t personal’; luckily you were feeling enough emotions for both of you but remained too afraid to move, frozen in place as you lock eyes with your attacker.
What were you feeling now? Acceptance? You wished you could say goodbye to your parents. Would this mystery man at least let you do that? There are a thousand thoughts running through your head but you notice as time ticks on that he’s unmoving, that he can’t seem to tear his eyes off of you. You almost want to ask if he’s okay despite how nonsensical it would be to do so flinching when he finally moved. The knife is no longer pressed to your throat and as he’s pulling away, a sliver of moonlight drifting in through your window reveals that his hands are shaking.
Was he as scared as you were?
Was he feeling regret?
You don’t get an answer, your vision blurring before you’re left alone in your room once more. You almost think that he was simply a hallucination before you feel something wet sliding down your neck, fingers coming up to curiously feel around the area, stained red with your blood. You sat up from your bed and ripped the covers off, running screaming down the hall for your mother as you suddenly realized something bad had almost happened. The rest of the night is filled with your screams, your tears, life as you knew it ending.
You didn’t think much of it now that you were an adult.
You had a fulfilling career, owning a club of your own in Shinjuku where you often hosted costume nights and other little celebrations to give people a respite from their boring day jobs. You loved greeting all types of customers, making long-lasting friendships that might benefit you in the long-run, working until the wee hours of the morning when you finally dragged yourself home (though there was a backroom at the club that you sometimes made a temporary place of rest as you got too exhausted to walk back to your apartment). Your life had been on a steady track for such a long time you didn’t think anything else could possibly upset it, after all, what could be more senselessly tragic then finding the dead bodies of your own parents?
You had run into their room that night and thankfully, the carnage had been mostly hidden by the dark but the scent of copper hitting your nose made you realize quickly what had happened. Had that same person who ominously loomed over you killed your parents first? Or had it simply been a job done by multiple people at once? You didn’t want to think too deeply about it, for the sake of your sanity you knew you couldn’t play detective, but for many people it left a pressing question in the back of their minds.
Why did it happen? Why were you left alive?
All you knew was that you were alive. You had lived through that night, being shown some odd sliver of mercy from that dark, emotionless figure, and you weren’t going to squander what you had been given. You would live your life, unquestioning, mourning your parents but doing your best to live a life that would make them proud.
You met him one cold December night, walking down the street with an unfortunate number of shopping backs in your arms. They weren’t difficult or too heavy for you to hold but you were looking forward to being home, hoping that you’d get there soon so you could decorate your home with the new decorations you’d had. You were deep in thought when you’re suddenly bumped into by a gaggle of squealing women, eyebrow raised as you hear them speaking of some type of rap battle going on. You had been curious about the upcoming DRB, of course everyone and their mother had been talking about Matenro in Shinjuku, but you found yourself too busy to look too far into it.
But there they were.
The blonde was the number one host in Shinjuku, you’d passed the billboards countless times, and the other one was the most exhausted looking office worker you had ever seen. At first their leader, the one with long flowing hair adorned in a doctor’s coat, had his faced turned in the opposite direction, politely greeting some fans that had the courage to approach them. His mannerisms made him seem polite enough but those women were swooning, leaving you curious as to what he looked like. He had to be a bombshell, right? No one acts like that for some average joe.
And then he turns toward you, his eyes drifting through the crowd until they meet yours.
You’d recognize those eyes anywhere.
They’re different for sure, they’re no longer blank but filled with an emotion that you’re not aware of. You are, however, aware of how hard this man is staring at you now and as confident as you are in your looks, you’re pretty sure he’s recognized you as well. For a second you have to wonder if this is the end of the line, if this man is about to actually take you out since you know some rather scandalous information about him, but then again how could you ever prove it? It takes all the will power in your body to tear your eyes away from him, pushing back into the crowd that had slowly started to form around Matenro until you’d managed to sneak into an alley.
Your night continues unimpeded, thankfully no man is standing by your bedside when you wake up the following afternoon; you’re almost a little disappointed as he looked far more beautiful after all these years, you certainly wouldn’t have minded getting a house call from him. The trauma you had gone through was really rearing its ugly head with your sense of humor but it was amusing in the end to see that your potential assassin had turned his life around into not only becoming a doctor, but also a famous rapper. You almost wished you had approached him just to see what he would say, what he would do, but that plan had officially been canceled as you suspected you wouldn’t see the man again for a very long time.
That night was when he came for his first visit to your club.
You spot him sitting at the bar and he’s rather hard to miss, not to mention he’s so recognizable that you’d have to be blind not to realize who he was. Doing a quick internet search helped you refresh your memory on his name, Jinguji Jakurai, and there were quite a few articles about what a skilled doctor he had turned out to be (as well as his past experience being in a famous rap group which was often compared to the group he was part of now). Did his teammates know who he was? Did they know what he did? Or were they just as blissfully unaware?
“Did you come back to finish the job?”
You shoo away the bartender before speaking with Jakurai, knowing this is a conversation you’d like to deal with one on one. The club wasn’t technically open yet but he must’ve talked his way inside by flashing a handsome smile; you could only imagine all the things that smile of his could get him. You don’t get to see it as he doesn’t find your joke nearly as funny as you do, almost flinching as you bring up a past he likely wants to forget about. You have to deal with the reality of that past though and so does he, regardless of how you both personally feel about it. But you’re curious as to what this visit is about, ready to call for security at any given moment should things go south.
Jakurai takes a few moments to respond, taking a sip from his grapefruit juice (you noticed the lack of alcohol in his drink right away) before he responds.
“I never thought I’d see you again.” His hands remain wrapped around his glass, Jakurai casting a contemplative glass at its contents.
“That’s fair enough because I can say the exact same thing. But… Why are you here, exactly? Did you want a thank you for not killing me? Because like thanks and all, but you still got my parents so we’re not exactly even in my book.” Another wince of pain, but he takes your shot with grace, nodding his head as you continued on. “I’m glad to see life’s been treating you so well, Doc, but mines been a mess. So what is it that you want?”
“To apologize,” Jakurai stated firmly, eyes coming to meet yours. “For all the pain that I have caused you.”
“Your apology isn’t accepted.” He’s not at all surprised which sort of pisses you off, of course this assassin rapper man has it more together than you. There are long buried emotions beginning to bubble to the surface and you consider grabbing his glass to dump the contents all over him, Jakurai removing his hands from it as though he had read your mind. But as quickly as the anger bubbled up it simmered down, your heart still hammering in your chest as you tried to regain control of your emotions. “Can you at least tell me why? Did you… Were you the one who did it?”
“…I didn’t. I don’t believe that would make you feel any better about what happened but I… You were the first person who made me truly believe that I could no longer live the life I was living.” Jakurai’s voice softened, “You were like a light in the darkness, too bright to look at yet I couldn’t bring myself to look away. I wanted to thank you as well for all that you’ve done for me but it didn’t seem right to do it in the same breath.”
“You… I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to think of this. You’re thanking me? You didn’t kill my parents but you were definitely about to kill me but you… stopped because I was some light to you? Some person who made you realize killing other people was wrong? You know how that sounds, right?”
“There’s a lot in my life I wish to atone for.” Jakurai flashed that handsome smile that had gotten him into your club early, “I don’t expect your forgiveness but it wouldn’t feel right to be reunited with you without expressing my regrets.”
He stood from the bar and placed money on the counter, straightening himself out and brushing his hair from his shoulder as he prepared to leave. It felt wrong to leave it there, to allow him to exit your life once again as quickly as he had entered it, especially when you felt you were still owed something. You reached across the bar to grab at his sleeve, tugging on it and watching as Jakurai turned around with a surprised expression on his face.
“Just.. come perform here or somethin’, okay? Get me some business and maybe I’ll start to think about forgiving you. Maybe.”
Jakurai smiled but this time it was more amused in nature, as if he didn’t expect something like that from you.
“As you wish.”
And your wishes were fulfilled.
You met Hifumi and Doppo through Jakurai, listening to them both speak highly of their leader and all that he had done for them. For all intents and purposes, it seemed he truly had turned over a new leaf, as far as they knew anyway. He hadn’t really given you any reason to doubt his change in character, even now when you look into his eyes you could tell something had changed within him, and Jakurai did uphold his promise to have Matenro perform. He even came back whenever the three of them weren’t busy, increasing publicity for the club further as now it was assumed you were good friends of the three rappers instead of just a one-off gig.
You could say that was very close to what was happening.
You were fond of Hifumi and Doppo, you always threw free drinks at poor Doppo who came in to complain about his boss and laughed at all of Hifumi’s stories that were at Doppo’s expense. Chatting with them had been much too fun for you to cut it short so you spent your nights at the club with them at their VIP table, Jakurai quietly watching the interactions between the three of you with a content expression on his face. You didn’t know how happy it made him to see the three important people in his life getting along well, you probably hadn’t even guessed how important you truly were to him just yet.
“I still see you as that light,” Jakurai confessed one night after the club had closed, not a hint of shame on his face, “However, now that I’ve gotten to know you… You’ve become so much more to me. It feels out of line to say such things after all I’ve done…”
“Yeah, it sure does.” You feel a little awkward now because you felt the exact same way, completely fascinated by this man, enamored with him like a lot of the women in his life seemed to be. Yet you were the one who got to be close to him like this, who got to sit face-to-face alone with him while he wasn’t on the job, and that had to count for something. “But you… You mean a lot more to me now, too.”
This is the first time you’ve ever seen a look of genuine surprise on his face but you quite liked the way his eyes raised and the corner of his mouth twitched, not sure if he should smile or frown at your statement. He let out a sigh but he it was out of relief more than anything, knowing he didn’t deserve even that out of you after what he had done. To find love with the one target he couldn’t kill… How many sleepless nights had he spent thinking of you, worrying over what might have become of you?
“This is like, kinda fucked up, you know? Like what type of weird way to meet is ‘I almost killed you but realized I couldn’t and now we’re in love’? Like seriously, there’s gotta be like ten trashy, poorly written romance novels about-“
You continued to ramble on nervously, knowing this hardly made sense but at the same time who cared? This was your life after all, and if you wanted a pretty doctor to kiss you to make you feel better, then you would get it! Past be damned, you were going to take this God given gift of a man and use him for all he was worth.
Jakurai’s fingers gently touch your face, running along your jaw towards the small scar, the scar he had made, before he suddenly shied away. But you don’t want him to leave, you crave his touch now, putting his hand right back where it was and looking up at him with pure determination. There were heavy sins weighing him down, resting on his shoulders, but he had only been a child himself, something that made forgiving him a little easier to swallow. You believed him when he said he hadn’t been the one to kill your parents and you believed him when he said he was remorseful for the lasting impact he had on your life.
“Jakurai, I’ve come up with a way to forgive you.”
“Is that right?” Jakurai’s smiling his beautiful ethereal smile that always causes your heart to skip a beat, “How might I be of service?”
“Kiss me.”
“I have a lifetime of mistakes to make up for,” Jakurai whispered against your lips, hands cradling your face in a loving manner, “I don’t deserve you.”
“You say that yet…” You reached over to run your fingers through his silky hair, twirling a strand of it around your finger, “I can’t account for your other mistakes but that doesn’t matter to me now. You’ve changed for the better, you save lives every day, so as long as you keep doing that… I think that I… I forgive you, Jakurai. So please, accept my heart and protect it.”
Those words he never thought he would hear finally reach his ears and he’s so filled with joy he could hardly contain himself, brief tears gathering at the corner of his eyes before he leans in to press his lips against yours. You want to pull away, to tease that he had only kissed you now because he was trying to hide the overflowing emotions he was currently dealing with, but it felt far too good to leave Jakurai’s embrace now.
If you could help it, you’d never have to live without his embrace again.
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Double Heart | Chapter Twelve ~ Cosima
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Pairing: Haldir x OFC
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 3433
Warnings: None
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A/n Sorry for the delay! Thanks for your patience and for reading :) Also, I’m so glad you liked the cuteness of the last chapter <3
I wake to an insistent pounding on my door.
I grumble against the noise and the sunlight, pulling the thick duvet over my head.
“Cosima,” a voice sings from behind the wood. “Rise and shine, it is well past lunchtime.”
I crack open an eye. The sun shimmers aggressively, forcing me into a state of awareness. Too early. But Rumil’s wake-up calls and knocking are insistent, so I haul myself out of bed and dress quickly, running a washcloth over my face and a brush over my teeth. When I’m decent, I swing open the door to fix Rumil with what I hope is a withering glare.
He grins brightly. “You look tired.”
“Wow, thank you,” I deadpan, opening the door wider to allow him in. He jaunts to the chaise lounge and reclines on the pillows, evidently in the mood to borrow the luxury of my guest room.
I offer him a glass of lemon water and pour one for myself, then sit on the couch opposite him.
He gives me a sly look. “You know, Haldir came into our room quite early this morning.”
I freeze mid-sip.
Rumil nods gleefully. “Woke me up—quite rude, if you ask me. Though I do have to wonder, what kept him out so late? Surely he was exhausted from his long day at the borders.”
I take a deep breath, trying to relax the tension that has shot its way into my shoulders. Rumil just likes to tease. You didn’t do anything wrong or scandalous — not even anything of interest.
He continues. “And then I come to visit my friend out of the goodness of my heart and find her sound asleep at two in the afternoon. She greets me at the door with such dark circles under her eyes — did she sleep at all? What was so interesting that kept both my brother and my good friend awake into the early hours of the morning?”
I roll my eyes, trying to seem nonchalant about it. After all, there’s no reason to feel cornered like Rumil is so obviously trying to achieve. “I couldn’t sleep. I was on my way to the gardens when I ran into Haldir and he ended up coming with me.”
“To the gardens?”
“Yes.”
“Late at night?”
“Yes.”
“Alone?”
“Yes, Rumil,” I huff.
He looks positively delighted. “And what did you do to pass all that time in the gardens late at night by yourselves?”
I squirm under his gaze then force myself to stop. It looks suspicious. “We talked a little. And then stargazed. At some point I fell asleep, he woke me up and walked me back to my room. The end.”
“The end,” Rumil echoes dubiously.
“Yes,” I insist, just about done with this conversation. It’s ridiculous — we did nothing to warrant this questioning. “If you don’t believe me, you can ask your brother.”
“I did.” My eyes blow wide in disbelief. Somehow, Rumil looks even more smug than he did a second ago. “He quite forcefully told me to leave him and you alone. Such a strong reaction over a little thing, wouldn’t you agree?”
I fight the urge to groan loudly and instead take a sip of my water. I cross one leg over the other. “Is there something you would like to say or are you just here to interrogate me?”
He shrugs, looking completely unapologetic. “No, I think I am done for now. I’ll let you know if that changes, though.”
“Please do,” I snark.
He stands, placing his glass on the table. “I did actually come here for a larger purpose. Orophin and Lavandil went riding and missed lunch, so we’re having an impromptu picnic in one of the towers. It has some lovely views. Would you join us?”
The emptiness in my stomach begs me to agree, but the word ‘tower’ gives me pause. Rumil guesses the direction of my thoughts and huffs. “The tower is encased in stone, it is perfectly safe. You would have to jump onto the barrier and lean over to be in danger of falling off.”
I consider his words. That doesn’t sound too bad, and I am hungry. “Alright,” I agree. “But I’m inviting Alex.”
Rumil makes a noise of general acceptance and gives me directions to the tower. Before leaving, he snatches one of the thicker quilts from a storage basket. “Cost of attendance is the blanket we use to sit on. See you there!” With a cheeky wink, he disappears, leaving me feeling whiplash from the quick turns in our conversation.
Before leaving to find Alex, I pull a few pillows from the seating area. They’ll make for some extra cushion on the hard stone. And, since Rumil annoyed me, he will not be getting one.
Ha.
At my knock, Alex throws his door open, greeting me with a wide smile. “Hello, Cosima.”
Well, that’s not what I was expecting. I blink and step into his room, careful not to tread on one of the many books and scrolls scattered around the floor. “Uh, you’re more chipper than I thought you would be after yesterday. How are you doing?”
He shrugs, throwing his hands into his pockets. “I mean, it didn’t feel great to find out that Elrond can’t help us, but I am holding out hope for Lady Galadriel. In the meantime, though, I’ve borrowed some materials from the library to see if there’s anything I can learn to help in getting us home. Most of them are in that Elvish language—Sindarin—so I’m having to learn the basics of the language first. Baranor offered to help — we’re meeting this evening after he’s done with his shift in the healing wards. Want to read the English ones with me and then come along? I’m sure he’d be fine with teaching you, too.”
“Um…” I trail off, feeling guilty. I’m attending a picnic with my friends while Alex is pouring over resources and learning the language of this land — he’s doing something helpful to try and get us home.
But if I’m being honest, I don’t want to do research right now. It’s not like there’s likely to be anything we could do, anyway. The best option is to just wait for Lothlórien and see what Lady Galadriel says. I clutch the bulky cushions tighter in my arms. “Can I take a rain check? A few of us are going to the tower to have a late lunch. That’s actually why I came here. Want to come?”
Alex looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “You don’t want to see if there’s something in these books to help us?”
I shift my weight uneasily. “Not now…I haven’t eaten yet, and I already said I would go to the picnic. And I mean, come on, how likely is it that there’s something in those books Elrond isn’t aware of? It’s his library.”
“It has forty-two thousand volumes.”
“He’s lived a long time,” I defend weakly.
Alex’s eyes tighten into a glare.
“Look,” I try, “I’m gonna go eat, but what if I joined you and Baranor this evening? It’s smart to learn the language. And then maybe later I can help you look through these books.”
He sighs and shrugs his shoulders, looking frustrated but resigned. “Yeah, that’s fine. We’re meeting at five-thirty on the second floor of the library.”
“Okay,” I exhale, relived to have avoided a larger argument “I’ll be there. You sure you don’t want to come eat?”
He shakes his head, crouching to the ground to pick up a particularly withered scroll. “No, I ate in the dining hall. See you tonight.”
“See you,” I mumble, backing out of the room. I feel bad for not helping him, but hopefully joining him and Baranor tonight will smooth things over.
Following Rumil’s directions are relatively easy and, before I know it, I’m navigating the hallways to one of the towers built into Elrond’s home.
“Cosima!”
I stop in my tracks and turn at Haldir’s call. He jogs to catch up to me, having just entered the long hallway, and greets me with a pleasant smile. As always, he looks perfectly rested and put together — not a strand of hair out of place. Today he wears a tunic of deep grey, his clear blue eyes standing out in stark contrast.
“Hi!” I wait for him to fall into step beside me. Unbidden, Rumil’s gleeful teasing enters my mind, and I feel my face go hot. What? I clear my throat. “Are you going up, too?”
“Yes, it’s—here,” he pulls the four bulky pillows from my grasp into his. My arms drop limply at my sides, suddenly relieved from their task. To give them something to do, I tug on the sides of my dress, trying to smooth the wrinkles that have somehow already appeared.
Haldir continues. “Rumil insisted it would be fun and it’s such a nice day I figured, why not?”
We turn a corner and begin our ascent up a tall spiral staircase. I remember a snippet of our conversation from last night. “Has Glorfindel come around?”
The edge of Haldir’s mouth pulls into a frown. “No. I talked with Elrond anyway and he’s agreed to my plan. It has set Glorfindel and myself at odds though, since I went over his head.”
I purse my lips. Though Haldir doesn’t say it, he’s clearly bothered by this outcome — it’s obvious he hoped to resolve things peacefully with Glorfindel and gain Elrond’s support. I hurry to try and make him feel better. “You did the right thing. So what if you went over his head? If it keeps people safe, I doubt it really matters how the plan came to be. And as commander, isn’t it his job to recognize advantageous strategies regardless of where they come from? I wouldn’t worry too much about being at odds with Glorfindel — the two of you will reconcile soon enough. And in the meantime, it’s good that Elrond agreed with you. Now Imladris has more time to better prepare.”
Haldir pauses on the step above me, turning with his head tilted slightly to the side.
I freeze. “What?” Did I intrude? Did I offend him somehow?
“No, it’s—I…” He sighs, offering me a soft smile. “Thank you.”
Oh, good. I breathe out in relief, returning his smile. We resume our climb.
“Elrond gave the order to call up the entire force and rotate the soldiers — they should all be switched in about a week. He’s asked me to oversee their training, to teach the strategies I use with my own guard in Lothlórien.”
I snort. “You’re going to work while you’re on vacation? That’s the most you thing I’ve ever heard.”
He rolls his eyes, but the smile never leaves his face. “It’s important and something I enjoy, so I am happy to help. I haven’t forgotten my offer to you, though.”
I furrow my eyebrows. Huh?
“Do you still want to learn how to defend yourself?”
“Oh! Yeah, definitely, if you’ve got the time.”
He steps onto the landing, moving forward to make room for me. “Of course I’ve got the time.”
I step up next to him—
And immediately return to the staircase.
Haldir alternates between looking at me in confusion and scanning his eyes over our surroundings, wondering what would make me practically jump away from the landing.
He doesn’t have to wonder long.
“You said it was encased in stone,” I shout accusingly over Rumil’s wailing laughter.
“Did I say encased? I meant made of. Whoops, my mistake.”
“Rumil,” Haldir grumbles in annoyance, but that only seems to make his brother laugh harder.
The tower is not, as Rumil promised, encased in stone, but rather a circular platform with only a roof and four stone pillars to protect from falling. There is no guard wall or even a thin railing. And we are stories above the ground.
“Cosima, it’s alright,” Lavandil coos, though her encouraging words are damaged by her giggles. “Elves have wonderful balance, no one is going to let you fall. And look—we are set up right in the middle.”
“If it helps, I can shove Rumil off the tower to demonstrate elven reflexes,” Orophin offers through a chuckle.
This does make me feel slightly better, and I crack a small smile. On the step above me, Haldir waits patiently. Maybe I’m just being silly. I take a deep breath and step up to join Haldir on the landing.
And nearly sway in fear.
To my right and left are open sky — and too many feet below, the hard, deadly ground.
I suck in a sharp breath.
Rumil waves in joyful greeting. “Good to see you both. Now do sit down, Cosima, I worry you will faint and tumble over the edge.”
His words resonate with a very real fear and I scurry forward and practically throw myself onto the blanket. Haldir follows closely behind, offering a cushion to myself and Lavandil before using another to hit his youngest brother over the head. Even in my nervous state, I can’t help but join Orophin and Lavandil in their shocked laughter.
“Didn’t our parents teach you not to lie,” Haldir drawls, dropping the cushion to my left and sitting upon it. He tosses the other to Orophin, raising an eyebrow at Rumil as if asking him to challenge his choice.
Rumil grins, completely unaffected. “Then I apologize, dear Cosima, but your face was hilarious. And don’t you know we all like you too much to let you die?”
I huff, rolling my eyes and feeling better as long as I focus on the faces of my friends rather than the nearness of the edge. “Thanks.”
Lavandil wisely changes the subject. “No Alex?”
I shake my head. “He’s doing some research today. I’m supposed to meet him in the library at five-thirty — Baranor’s going to teach us Sindarin.”
A chorus of approval runs through the group.
“That’s a useful skill,” Rumil nods, taking a sip of what looks like orange juice.
“I’d be happy to practice conversation with you once you learn the basics,” Lavandil offers, and I accept readily. From the little I’ve spoken with her, I like Lavandil, and it would be nice to spend more time with her.
Tired of being the focus, I turn the conversation on my friends. I gesture between Lavandil and Orophin. “How did you two meet?”
Lavandil launches into an animated account of her relationship with Orophin from start to where they are now. Apparently, they met eight years prior when Haldir and Orophin were part of a company escorting Lady Galadriel to Imladris. Orophin was taken with her immediately, but it took Lavandil a little longer to come around.
“I always swore I would marry an architect—anyone but a solder,” she laments with comical exaggeration. “But eventually he persuaded me to give him a chance, and I haven’t looked back since.”
Orophin takes her hand in his and squeezes, staring at her like she’s the center of his world.
I don’t want to pry, but I do wonder how elven relationships differ from human ones. Just the time they’ve been courting—eight years—is much longer than I think is the standard for humans. I am lacking in memory, but surely with how short human lifespans are, they get married quicker? I make a note to ask Lavandil or Rumil about this later. Though, with all Rumil’s teasing of late, Lavandil is probably the safer option.
After I learn how Lavandil and Orophin got together, I have a lot of other questions about the lives these friends of mine lived before I knew them. As afternoon passes into evening, I discover that Rumil—unsurprisingly—has been the instigator of no less than four human bar fights, Lavandil once snuck from her childhood home to try and explore the mountains (and was promptly sent back to a furious mother), Orophin is apparently the life of the party after a bottle of Elvish wine, and, in his first few years of the guard, Haldir constantly challenged his superiors, to the point where they would send him off on solo trips just to be rid of the relentless suggestions. Before I know it, the first stretches of sunset streak through the sky and it’s nearing the time I set to meet Alex and Baranor.
I stand, sighing with no small amount of regret. I wish I could stay here with them all night. “I’ll see you tomorrow! I’ve got to get to the library for lessons.”
Rumil waves goodbye. “I’ll drop the blanket and cushions in your room. You know, as penance for tricking you.”
I roll my eyes, concentrating on his face rather than the open sky all too close to my feet. “That doesn’t even begin to cover it, but thank you.”
“Do you know the way?” Lavandil looks up at me with mild concern. I assure her that I’ve visited the library before and am mostly confident in my ability to not get lost.
Haldir wraps an apple and some bread in cloth and passes me the bundle. In response to my raised eyebrow, he quirks a knowing smile. “Baranor is likely to keep you well past dinner. He loves his lectures.”
I chuckle, agreeing that Baranor probably will, and thank my friend. After a final round of goodbyes, I hurry as quickly and carefully as I can to the security of the stairwell and head in the direction of the library.
{***}
Sindarin is complicated. Baranor seems to have an endless reserve of patience — how? I have no clue.
Alex struggles just as much as I do, but it is clear that he is more dedicated than I and pushes to keep his attention into the late hours of the night. I’m grateful Haldir had the forethought to send me with food, as are Alex and Baranor, who share the dinner. By the time ten o’clock rolls around, I’m fighting back yawns. I think I’ve got the alphabet down, though that isn’t even technically Sindarin — it’s the writing system called Tengwar — so I don’t even have any conversational phrases to try with Lavandil.
At midnight, Baranor finally calls it, acknowledging that he will need some sleep if he is to put in a full day tomorrow of researching with Elrond and doing a shift in the healing wards. But he graciously commits to teaching us three evenings a week after dinner and maintains that, after practice and time, we will improve.
We say our goodbyes and I practically stumble out of the library. I can think of nothing more than my plush duvet and cool mattress. Alex, on the other hand, somehow almost vibrates with energy. He seems rejuvenated, renewed, and for the first time, I recognize him as the same man in my memories — no longer is he weighed down by malnutrition, injury, exhaustion, and defeat. But it’s more than that. He’s no longer angry — hope lights up his eyes. He smiles broadly and insists on walking me to my room.
“Worried you’re gonna fall over, Cosi,” he reasons, sending me a wink. Even in my tired state, I have to blanch. It’s like being with a whole new person. But at the same time, I know this person. I like this Alex. At the very least, I know what to expect from him — he’s the friend I remember.
Though I do worry…what will happen to him if this search for answers is a dead end? What if we can’t get home?
I don’t want to think about how he would feel, then.
I don’t want to think about how I would feel, then.
We climb the stairs and reach my door, pausing outside it momentarily. I turn to my friend, giving him a sleepy smile. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“Me too,” he agrees, leaning against the doorframe. “I just needed something to do. Now I don’t feel so helpless. And you’re okay? After yesterday’s setback?”
I sigh against the drowsiness. “Yeah, yeah I’m good. Don’t you worry about me.”
He nudges my shoe with his. “Good. Alright, I’ll leave you alone. Sleep tight, Cosi.”
I smile, waving as he walks down the hallway. “Night, Alex.”
Entering my room, I see that Rumil kept to his word and left the folded blanket on my couch with the four pillows stacked neatly on top. Still doesn’t atone for all his foolishness today. Crawling into my bed, I instantly fall asleep.
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I’m torn between a couple prompts for sebek... could you do 42 or 48 for him? Your choice!!
prompt 42: "this is your last warning. either you're obedient, or i'll make you obedient"
warnings: general yandere content, mentions of abuse / violence
Their throat was sore from screaming, body numb and yet buzzing with pain at the same time. Patches of their skin stung from the burns left by fire magic and electric spells, body sore from the uncomfortable kneeling position they were forced in, knees scraped and bruised. They were being held like a prisoner, tortured as if they had committed a terrible crime, and yet...
Memories of the first day they’d woken up in the dark stone room, cold nipping at their skin. All they could remember was walking back to their dorm late at night, then blinding pain- and after that, they’d woken up there, confused and in pain. They were chained to the wall, hands bound behind their back with a thick metal collar also chained back, kneeling on the hard ground.
And then the pain had begun.
They’d barely recognized the green-haired first year when he’d stepped into the room. Sebek, they vaguely remembered. Was this a prank? Some sort of Diasomnia hazing? They’d asked him as much, expecting him to laugh and let them go, or maybe have the rest of the dorm come and laugh and set them free: however, he’d only yelled at them- “You’re trying to grow close to the Young Master to use him for your benefit!” before being struck by a lightning spell.
How long had it been since then? Their sense of time had become distorted, constantly passing out from pain and sometimes being sent to sleep with magic. Although lately, Sebek had been acting... Odd- more strange than locking them up and torturing them for somehow interpreting their daily greetings to Malleus as a malicious attempt to somehow hurt the prince. Even admist their pain and fear, they’d noticed Sebek’s gaze linger on them, eyes once filled with anger now... Softer. It was terrifying in its own way.
“Human! I’ve brought food from the cafeteria- you will be obedient and allow me to feed you!” Sebek’s thundering tone made them wince, head hanging low. It was... Degrading, everything about the situation, but perhaps moreso was Sebek’s insistence that he was to feed them, despite the fact he sometimes undid their restraints to allow them to sleep laying down on a blanket he’d thrown on the floor.
“... Why not just let me eat by myself...? Better yet, just let me go...?” they said weakly, looking at Sebek. “You... You have to understand by now I never meant any harm, I just- I just thought Malle- I mean, Lord Malleus Draconia would appreciate some friendly greetings...”
“How can I trust anything you say?!” barked Sebek, as he sat down on the floor and began to pick at the food, holding the fork to their face. “B-besides! It is my duty as the young master’s personal servant to make sure there are no threats at all!”
“...” they wordlessly accepted the food, trying to ignore how terrible this all felt. They just wanted to go home- but... How had nobody come to rescue them yet...? Had they truly just been forgotten? Discomfort rose in their chest at the thought of having nobody caring for them; nobody... Except Sebek, in a sense.
It was clear Sebek was enjoying his time much more than he should have- his cheeks tinted red, the gentleness with which he fed them... It almost made them wonder if there was any secondary reason to keeping them chained up there- the way Sebek was looking at them, they felt more like he just wanted them there, rather than being concerned for Malleus.
“... I- I must confess...” Sebek said, glancing at the plate. “... I’ve grown quite used to your presence here. I feed you, I discipline you... It feels like having a pet.”
“A- a pet?!” they responded, jerking back, making the chains jingle. Discipline wasn’t the word they’d use for what Sebek did- torture was the best fitting description they could come up with. “Are you insane- mph!”
A spoonful of rice cut them off, as Sebek barked at them, saying they hadn’t been asked to talk. However, aside from that, the meal progressed peacefully: once done, Sebek wiped their mouth clean with a napkin, and left while (loudly) murmuring about how ‘he should get them a toothbrush’. The nausea pooled in the prisoner’s stomach, though, once the heavy door to the room was closed and they were engulfed in darkness once again: the words “It feels like having a pet” ringing in their mind.
And as days passed, the words began to feel more like they’d been a warning than a passing comment. Sebek hadn’t hurt them any further- well, at least not to the extent he’d done before, still not hesitating to burn or shock them lightly when he believed they stepped out of line. But- somehow, this... Was almost worse than before. To be treated like this- like some sort of... Pet, some sort of friend (or even more so than that) by their captor made them want to throw up all the food Sebek lovingly handfed them every single morning and evening.
“Lord Malleus wants to see you.” he said one day, loudly as always. His darling looked up from their makeshift little cot in the corner; it’d been a while since Sebek had undone their chains, allowing them to roam the small room, and provided them with some more blankets and covers. As gross as it felt to accept gifts from him, they’d accepted- it’d been too long since they had even slept with a pillow. Just like they’d accepted Sebek’s affections, as wrong as they felt- letting him pet their head, petting his hair in return, falling asleep in their lap, allowing him to kiss their forehead... It was amazing how desperation could make them hit an all-time low.
“He- he does...?!” their voice was shocked, as their eyes widened. Malleus- the name felt bitter on their tongue. The prince of thorns hadn’t been at fault for their horrible fate, sure, but... It’d been their attempts to brighten the usually lonely man’s days that had landed them in this hot mess; and... if he was aware Sebek was keeping a student captive in the dorm, then why- why was he allowing it to happen?!
“I am the young master’s personal and most loyal servant! Of course it’s logical he would ask to meet my beloved pet!” said Sebek, making the captive shrink back in disgust. Pet- that term again, the one that made them so sick... “You will accompany me to-”
“I- I’m not your pet or your lover, you freak!�� they screamed, shrinking back, immediately tensing up when they saw Sebek’s shocked face. Ah- they hadn’t really fought back since he’d began treating them this way, had they...? Perhaps because they’d been to weak, or too dazed; maybe the wounds in their body had kept them quiet, but... Not now- the thought of continuing on like this made them sick. “I- I don’t want to meet your master! He’s the reason I’m- the reason you did this to me!”
“You...!” Sebek looked... Almost hurt at his beloved’s actions. His face quickly formed into a snarl, as he stepped forward. “What kind of ungratefulness is this?! You’re being cared for- don’t you understand?! I was- I was even going to relocate you to a spare room, away from this dungeon! How dare you act that way!?”
“Y-you’re a kidnapper! You can’t just- you can’t just swap out where you’re keeping me and act like that makes it ok!” they stood up, thankful their body was now strong enough to do so, trying to not betray their tone by showing weakness in their body language. “Are you fucked in the head?! I’m a human being, not a-!”
“That’s enough!” Sebek had, at some point, taken his magic pen out- a strong sleeping spell made his darling shut up, falling to their knees as their body grew numb. "This is your last warning. either you're obedient, or I'll make you obedient.”
“N-no... I- Sebek, just... Let me... Let me go home...” struggling to stand, his beloved’s eyes began to tear up, their bravado knocked off by the magic coursing through them, giving way to their despair. “I’m not... Yours...”
“... You can deny everything, but the fact stands you’re my prisoner.” said Sebek, lips pursed. “I won’t let you go! You’re- you will learn loyalty, and you will stand by my side! I’ll make sure you learn to serve my lord- and me, as well!”
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Cersei Lannister for the character ask thing :)
YAY MY ALL-TIME FAVE
• Did they live up to their potential? / In what ways was their potential unachieved?
-Um...YES. I’m going to focus on show here because...the books...aren’t finished...SO. Although I do wish the end of the show had focused more on the fallout of her history with Sansa and I do wish she had been afforded a more direct confrontation with Dany, I don’t think I could have ever asked for a better villain. I started watching the show because I was told there was a hot evil lady, and I could never have imagined the utter humanity Lena brought to her or the nuance and clearly-motivated yet realistic complexities afforded to Cersei’s character. I had waited my whole life for some female character any female character to be allowed to be fucked up. To do stupid things and make mistakes and feel ugly/extreme emotions and experience internalized misogyny and have terrible coping mechanisms and be mentally ill in an ugly (as in, not cute/romanticized) way. To keep going out of spite even though she thought there was nothing to keep going for. I saw little glimmers of that early season 1, and those only got better and better as Cersei only got more and more formidable as time went on. I truly am winning the most I love her so much.
• How they negatively and positively affected the story.
-The thing here is that without Cersei, there really is no overarching story. Her relationship with Jaime is what drives the entire plot and Ned’s uncovering of the court’s corruption. Her refusal to have Robert’s child on the throne (or give birth to his child in the first place) is what causes the succession crisis that even makes everyone else’s power plays a possibility. She spurs Sansa’s development from idealistic child to jaded young adult, which is lynchpin of the whole Northern Independence arc that ultimately ends in her being crowned there. And through all of this, she is both ruthless and sympathetic. She has understandable motivations: she is tired of being treated as less-than for being a woman. She feels like her life is meaningless in such a world if she cannot have power. Power is the only way to truly be safe. She wants to protect her children. She wants her father to understand her. She wants to break herself away from her womanhood but she can’t escape it. All of these things enrich the story because they make the watcher/reader ask, “What truly makes someone evil. Is what she’s doing that much worse than what anyone else in this show does? What course of defense does she have by not being an athletic woman who can physically fight? If love makes you do terrible things, is it always a force of good? What do we allow people to get by with in the name of protecting their family? At what point does self-preservation become irredeemably villainous? How do we talk about abuse of power when the people abused are also terrible people who do terrible things?” All of these questions deal with deconstructing the idea of black and white morality, which is, I would argue, the entire point of the series. So she serves that end quite nicely. :)
• What my favorite arc for them is.
Oooh, this is a tricky one. I’m a sucker for anything that allows Cersei to go absolutely feral and I love pain, so probably her fight against the Faith Militant. They try to take absolutely everything from her. She is so blinded by the threat Margaery poses to her family’s and her stability, that she makes a not-too-well-thought-out decision. (You know, like a real person.) She loses her reputation, she gets thrown in prison, her main ally turns on her, and she goes through the Walk of Atonement, which is honestly probably the most painful thing I’ve ever fucking seen. She spends an entire season trying to pick up the pieces and it culminates in the most badass death-to-my-enemies scene I think I’ve ever seen. And to see a character pull themselves back up from the brink of complete ruin? Especially one who is severely depressed and “hysterical”? We love to see it.
• What I think of their ending.
PERFECT BEAUTIFUL AMAZING 10/10 MY GIRL DIED THE LAST QUEEN TO EVER SIT ON THE IRON THRONE DIDN’T GET BRUTALLY MURDERED AND DIED IN THE ARMS OF THE ONLY MAN SHE EVER TRULY WANTED WHO LOVED HER UNCONDITIONALLY GOD FUCKING BLESS
Personal bias aside, Jaime and Cersei were always going to die together. Jaime was never truly “redeemed,” he just became more understood. (Feeling ashamed of being ostracized and generally agreeing some of your actions were bad =/= becoming a good person who breaks ties with every unhealthy or immoral behavior you engage in.) Jaime came back to Cersei because they understand each other. And Cersei recognizes that she is about to truly lose everything. Her family, her power, her empire, her life. But in the end, she realizes that there was one glimmer of good and that she doesn’t have to lose all of those things alone. It’s a humbling, miserable death, but in very many ways it comes the way she always knew it would: at the hands of another woman, and by the side of the man who is such a part of herself that that other woman in question ceases to matter. Her last moments might be because of Daenerys, but they aren’t about her, they’re about Jaime and Cersei. The only two people. Together. Just as they’d always predicted. And then the person responsible for her death doesn’t even get to enjoy it because it came at the price of a complete loss of conscience. My fave not brutally murdered onscreen via betrayal and whose demise is because of someone who ultimately doesn’t even gain that much from her death? Beautiful, I want 500.
Cersei is terrified (which. yeah of course she is.) but she went out knowing that everything she did in her life wasn’t completely meaningless, that her pursuit of safety and security at all costs ultimately ended in someone she loved trying to comfort her. She gains that sense of comfort and self-awareness she always wanted in chasing after power, but not in the way she had ever envisioned. Not because of any specific thing she did or any specific enemy she defeated, not because of a particularly intelligent power play or who her father was or which house she aligned herself with, but simply because she loved someone who loved her and that alone was enough. In her final moments, in a way completely at odds with everything she has ever tried to do, she finally finds acceptance. The tragedy is that she can’t enjoy it longer. What a poetically sad, cathartic, fitting end to her quest for self-preservation.
• When I wish they had died. / If I think they should’ve died.
She almost, almost makes it to the end. She outlasts the White Walkers (which I think is valid because she was nowhere near the battle, and, ultimately, her primary enemy is her own penchant for self-destruction, in a way most of the other characters’ aren’t). For years she hangs on out of spite, and no human can kill her though many have tried or wanted to. Ultimately, she can’t compete with dragon WMD’s and a crumbling city. She did sort of achieve her objective. No specific person killed her. It took nonhuman entities to succeed at that. Fits in nicely with the “So you got what you wanted but not quite” theme of the series. Obviously I wish that she and Jaime could escape to Pentos with their child and live peacefully forever, but a) they would be hiding forever to prevent the people they’ve harmed (so like...the whole realm) from coming after them which I just don’t think they’d have much patience for, and b) I really don’t think Cersei would ever give up her quest for power and ruling the world because she would never feel safe or like her existence was meaningful otherwise. In order for the story to have anything remotely resembling a peaceful or happy ending for Westeros at large, she has to die. Which makes me very sad because I LOVE HER, but narrative cohesion is also a thing.
#cersei lannister#meta#(is this meta?? idk)#jaime x cersei#got#light of the west and my life#cersei meta
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bts reaction - doing porn together (sub version)
dom version coming soon
Jin
you and jin often thought about filming yourselves fucking, often in an offhand way, but never really considered it because of the logistics
not only did jin have an extremely recognisable face, but the two of you almost always had sex completely on top of each other, not really giving either one of you enough distance to hold a camera and record anything decent
you joked one day that the only way would be to take turns at filming each other getting off, and jin latched on to it with a passion you weren’t expecting
so the two of you decided to make an account, not expecting much, and first you filmed a video of jin’s crotch and lower torso as he jacked off
unable to control your domme side, you scooted a little closer and stretched your legs out until you were pinning him down with them, zooming out a little to catch the way he writhed around and whined under the pressure of your hold, hand speeding up impossibly until he was spilling all over his hand
the two of you later had the awkward job of meticulously going through and putting a black bar over where his face was shown, since you pushing him down gave the camera a perfect shot of his face from his jaw up, but once it was uploaded, the views grew pretty steadily
next it was your turn, but instead of just getting yourself off as he filmed, you decided you might as well use all the tools at your disposal
which meant him trying to muffle his groans and keep his hands steady as you rode him for your own release, with one hand on his chest and the other rubbing at your clit
the video ended with you cumming just as jin was close, and pulling away from him and grabbing onto the base of his cock before he can reach his own end
his desperate moans when you deny him an orgasm are now your new favorite sound, and the viewers seem to love them too
Yoongi
when it comes to subbing, yoongi really lets his yoonji persona take over
for him, there’s something so liberating about dressing up in feminine clothes
a lot of the time in his public life, he feels kind of tied to the strong, aggressive, more masculine sides of himself, like agust d
so it becomes almost pavlovian to finally let go when he puts on his costumes
white stockings, skirts, lacy underwear that’s so small the tip of his cock sticks out the edge
letting you take over and take care of him while he’s in that mindspace is addictive
it’s your idea to shoot porn together; you hate taking money from him even though he has plenty, so you wanted to earn something for yourself - i.e. filming him from the chest-down as you dom him
normally he’d be hesitant, but with the assurance that it’s so far removed from his image that nobody would think it would be him, he decides to give it One Try Only
your first video is shot from your phone as you tease him mercilessly with a vibrator for fifteen minutes, only to make him come untouched
the camera quality is shit and your hand was shaky but it got onto the trending page of the site you put it into somehow and started churning out some serious numbers
yoongi didn’t care about those numbers, but what he did care about were the comments, and since then, he was hooked
you’d shoot videos often, but saved them up to post regularly so that there weren’t massive gaps when he was on tour
often you’d wake up at three in the morning to see his face lit up with a cool-toned wash from his phone, trawling through comments of your latest video
“hey baby, cumguzzler98 said they liked the plug we used yesterday, the one that vibrated”
“mhm, go to sleep please yoongs”
“so i was thinking next time we should get a size up, i bet cumguzzler98 would like that”
“yoongi, if you say cumguzzler98 one more time i’m not touching your dick for a month”
“.......goodnight baby, i love you”
yoongi once confessed to you that when he went on tour and felt lonely, he’d watch one of your videos and relive it, and it would feel like you were there with him, taking care of him like he wished you were
unfortunately namjoon caught him once, without realizing that it was actually yoongi in the video, and now makes a weird point of sending yoongi recommendations when they go on tour
Hoseok
hoseok has always been one to like a little more aggression in the bedroom
and while he loves the idea of you two filming something, that aggression is what concerns him
you two aren’t exactly staying in one position the whole time, so it wouldn’t be easy to frame a shot that blocked your faces, especially since hoseok loves when you manhandle him and throw him around the place in different positions as you please
so the idea came up and went away pretty quickly
but for his birthday, after all the public celebrations, you two are lying in bed and you present him with an additional gift
a stretchy lace band, similar to a blindfold but wide enough to cover his face from his forehead to the cleft of his chin
he takes it for a test run a couple times before he accepts, but you can tell that he loves the way it restricts his vision and his breathing just enough to heighten every other sensation
you yourself wear a simple band of black silk across your face with gaps for the eyes, and within a week, you’ve set up an account on an amateur sight
for hoseok, the enjoyment in filming porn isn’t really the videos doing really well, but just the fact that people could see him being wrecked by you in the most delicious ways
however, the thrill of an audience has made you a little trigger happy a few times, and hoseok has had to get the make-up stylists to cover up a few red streaks and bruises that aren’t covered up by clothing
not that hoseok would complain. after all, he loves it when you get that way
the two of you do the odd livestream every now and again, since it has a tipping function which the normal uploading doesn’t have, and hoseok swears he never comes as hard as he does on those occasions
hearing you read comments out loud to him, one filthy insult after another in time of your spanks raining down on his ass, gets him hard like nothing else
and you always make sure to take extra good care of him after the stream ends, the two of you cuddling peacefully on the couch with steaming mugs of hot chocolate and a sleeve of biscuits between you
hoseok is always twice as energetic and bouncy the day after a shoot, even if maybe he’s a little achy
Namjoon
for namjoon, the joy of subbing is that for once in his life, all pressure is lifted off of him
he doesn’t have to make decisions or be responsible and aware of others relying on him
that’s why his favorite playtimes always involve sensory deprivation and/or bondage
being put into a space where you make all the choices and all he can do is sit there and really feel it
your journey into porn starts off with you taking pictures of him tied up to show him later how pretty he is like that
soon enough, his appetite grows, and he wants you to film little clips that he can take with him when he’s away from you, hoping that the visual could put him in that mindspace so that he could jack off and relax amongst the stress of promotions and tours
you comment offhand one day that it’s a shame you were the only one who got to hear his moans
he goes rigid and quietly suggests that maybe you didn’t have to be the only one
of course, namjoon is a leader of a internationally recognised pop group, so he realizes it’s not wise to have footage of himself like that online
mistakes can happen, and he doesn’t want a fan recognizing a mole of his or something small like that, and then his reputation being ruined
he points out to you audio is a lot harder to connect to someone
for a couple weeks or so, you convert your little videos to mp3s and upload them as audio files
they do well, but soon you realize the problem is that in the moment you were too focussed on the visual that the audio isn’t that descriptive
so of course, being the good girlfriend you are, you propose recording new audio
this time, namjoon’s bound to a chair with his legs open so that the microphone you bought could rest on the table beside him, and you haven’t gagged him like you often do
he’s got a blindfold on, and you’ve been teasing him for over an hour before you start recording
you make an effort to describe what you were doing to him, and namjoon was louder than he ever had been before, letting himself shout in pleasure rather than just sighing
the audio performs a lot better, and the two of you become a little addicted to uploading new ones semi-regularly, always with a different combination of toys and methods to keep it fresh
Jimin
jimin’s always been a sucker for praise
in the bedroom, it’s still there but it sometimes comes out a different way
it starts off with him wanting you to film him as you finger him open, so that he can see how much of a good boy he was for you
the two of you go through a slight rough patch when he’s convinced that you’re only telling him these nice things because you love him, and you don’t really mean it
so you’re solution is to film some videos of him and post them online, letting him see the whole world agree with you
jimin quickly becomes obsessed with the numbers, and starts to ask you for more and more
one day it’s your fingers spreading him open, the next it’s glass anal beads, and soon enough a million viewers a pop are watching you fuck him with a strapon
he’s unbelievably noisy on those days, and it’s a wonder your apartment neighbors haven’t complained, and one day he’s almost screaming, so you freak out and shove two fingers in his mouth, pushing down on the root of his tongue
of course the viewers can’t see anything above his shoulder blades, but the sound of him choking around uncontrollable moans sends them crazy
jimin is strutting around in high spirits for days after that video, and he keeps begging you to film more of him
he says he’s happy to cover most of his face with a blindfold or something, but he’s worried they’ll get sick of just seeing his ass all the time
you insist you’ve seen his gorgeous ass every day for years now and you’re not sick of it yet, but he’s unconvinced
finally, you give in, and film a longer video in which he sucks off the strap-on as you’re wearing it before you fuck him with it
you’d never admit it to him, but the night you uploaded it you didn’t get a wink of sleep, too scared that some horny ARMY would recognise his gorgeous lips stretched around the silicon, and make the connection
luckily, no one did, and so it became the norm to shoot videos of his entire body writhing beneath you, with a blindfold and usually a face mask too keeping his identity a secret
Taehyung
taehyung always had a bad habit of taking photos and videos of you two during sex
most of the time you’d catch him, slap his dick around a little as a punishment and continue on
taehyung had become a little too fond of the punishment and so he was being a lot more overt about it in more recent times, so you decided to take things to another level
“you’ll feel sorry for that later” you whispered into his ear at the time
that night, you sent him a link while he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth
you grinned as you heard him choke and start spitting out toothpaste before calling out your name in shock
you’d uploaded a video onto a well-known porn site of the two of you, one where you had started jerking him off beneath his pants when you two were watching a movie and he had decided to film it
neither of your faces were in it, of course you had made sure of that, but the delicious sounds of his sighs and breathy moans echoed in the room through his phone’s speakers
he ignored you for a day or so, sulking away, but you saw him go back and check the page several times, clearly reading through to see what everyone had to say
and then, that night before bed, he wound his legs around yours and asked quietly if you’d do it again
since then, you had developed a routine of him filming the two of you, and you screening them to make sure they were anonymous and uploading them
taehyung didn’t like a lot of the heavier kinks like degradation or bondage, but he loved nothing better than to let you take control
often he’d lie down with his back to your chest and you’d hold him down with one arm across his chest as you jerked him off, slower than he’d like, but leading towards a powerful orgasm
occasionally there’d be videos taken from him as he sat on the couch while you rode him
he did have a bad habit of forgoing filming the actual action to just zoom in on your tits, and many a time you would tug on his hair to remind him to lower the camera, only to delight in the little grunt he’d involuntarily give out
although he was the sub, you two were really partners when it came to the videos, so you always gave him the freedom to be the one filming
Jungkook
jungkook loves acting out to get punished
everyone knows him as the golden maknae, and he certainly lives up to the nickname in the bedroom too, but often when you’re tired and wanting him to take control he’ll sloppily eat you out or take his sweet time fucking you, just so that you’ll get fed up and take over, showing him how it should be done
even though he’s the director of the couple, you were the first one to bring cameras into the bedroom
he was being bratty in every regard, and so you shoved him away from between your legs and walked out, commanding him to stay where he was until you returned
he had disobeyed you and started jerking off when you got back, which riled you up even more, and you took his expensive digital camera in one hand and a fistful of hair in the other and shoved his face into your pussy as you filmed, talking about how this might give him a reminder that if he wouldn’t do as you asked, you’d just take what you wanted from him
he watched the video obsessively for almost a month before he asked you if you’d want to do it again
he joked that you could make your own GCFs - golden cunt films
(you didn’t talk to him for the rest of the day after that godawful line)
he even promised that he’d behave if you let him get out the camera again, so you agreed
for a while he fucked you like you wanted, and you two did the old cam couple circuit, but after five or six videos he got bored, and decided it was time to act up again
because you couldn’t show his face on camera, you settled for grabbing it off him, pushing him onto his back and jacking him off at your fastest pace
he let himself relax, assuming you were just taking control to take care of him, but your punishment came in the form of you not letting up your brutal strokes, even after he had dirtied your hand with his cum
that video of you making him come twice in a row instantly became your most successful, and after that night jungkook asked you to dom him in all of the videos
you agreed on the condition that you’d never tell him what you had planned for a video until it was time to shoot, and that he had to sit there and take it unless he wanted to use his safe word
and while he may have been a brat, he was a good boy at heart, and the two of you had never tried out so many toys and kinks before then
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↳ He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, good-looking young man who made girls swoon for just a touch. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also stayed out of his business. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
pairing; jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)
genre; romance, mentions of smut, badboy!au, hints of angst
words; 10 282
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a/n: I would apologize for taking so long, but I won’t :P hope you like some juicy drama. this part is a little different from the other ones, but it’s very necessary and important.
A fresh breath of air was inhaled through your nostrils, making you realize that you were finally awake. Opening your eyes was more challenging than you remembered it to be on most mornings, not to mention the bright light seeping through the blinds and hitting you right in the face. Your eyelids being so incredulously heavy, keeping them closed was far more comfortable, and falling back into a light slumber was also awfully tempting.
But your arm was starting to ache after having been slept on for so long, so you shifted your body to adjust your position. However, as your skin slid against the soft sheets covering you, you soon realized that your whole body was in direct contact with the silky material, and you stopped dead in your tracks.
Heart pounding almost painfully in your chest, you reluctantly let it sink in that you were naked, your brain feeling like it had froze over in your skull.
Your head turned in a sickeningly slow pace to see what, or rather who, could have been lying next to you, realization starting to whirl around in your sleepy head.
As you were turning, at first you could only see what seemed like a mountain of thick blankets. But when you noticed the dark strands of hair peeking up from under the sheets, it was as if someone poured a bucket of water right onto your head.
In horror, you jumped out of the bed, eyes all but blown out of their sockets and you swore your heart had stopped all together. You could do nothing but stare at the figure peacefully sleeping a few feet in front of you, all limbs completely stiffened, not a single cell in your body moving.
You weren’t sure for how long you just stood there, staring at the scene, but it was as if your brain wasn’t ready to accept that you had done such a stupid thing.
Because now you had really messed up, big time.
‘How in the fuck did this even happen??!’ You mentally screamed at yourself, your hands being the first body part to move, reaching for your head.
The feeling bubbling in your stomach was one you couldn’t quite identify, but it felt awfully similar to nausea, making you hold back a defeated whine.
You had had sex with Jungkook. You had fucked Jeon Jungkook.
And you just couldn’t understand how it had happened. Because neither of you were drunk, and should have known better - much, much better.
Your train of thought was cut short as the body in the bed stirred sleepily, only moving a leg. Being more aware of your surroundings again, you decided there was only one thing you could to right there and then.
And that was to get the fuck out.
Immediately your eyes started searching for discarded clothes around the room, your muscles moving in a tense and panicked manner. You quickly threw your bra on, shaky fingers fidgeting with the clasp for far too long. You almost slipped as you dove down for your shirt that was lying sloppily on the floor, putting it on inside out at first, then putting it on backwards once, before finally getting it right, a quiet but hissing string of curses falling out of your mouth.
After looking for your underwear for what felt like ten minutes - but was more likely twenty seconds - you gave up and grabbed your jeans, almost busting your ass about five times as you hopped around on one leg, trying to get the awfully tight pare of trousers on your bare legs.
You quickly bent down to throw a tight grasp around your phone that had apparently ended up on the floor, along with your keys, before all but whipping your body in the direction of the door to finally make your escape.
But when you stood in the doorway, having slowly and quietly creaked the door open, you found yourself looking back in the direction of the bed. You could just barely see Jungkook’s face peeking out from beneath the jungle of sheets he had unconsciously gotten tangled in. Seeing his sleeping features, there was an odd feeling that started welling up in your throat. He looked peaceful, almost harmonic. The complete opposite of what your own image of him really was.
But reality didn’t waste much time in weighing you down again, reminding you of who the person you were staring at really was to you. He was a fuckboy, a bad boy. A bad boy, whose house you really needed to get the fuck out of.
With a frustrated sigh, you ripped your gaze away from the sleeping boy, and tried to make your way down the stairs as quick as possible, while still being as quiet as possible. It was a challenge, being faced by loud creaks and cracks, but once you reached the hallway, you let the breath you had held in fall from your lips, your muscles visibly relaxing.
“Fucking thank God.” You whispered to yourself, all but bolting for your shoes.
“Perhaps you spoke too soon.”
In horror, your body whipped around to reveal who had caught you in your great escape, only to be met by a puffy-faced, messy-haired Jimin.
He had an amused expression on his face, a cup of - what you assumed was - coffee in one hand, leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen.
“Good morning, (Y/N). Didn’t mean to scare you.”
You shakily straightened you back, eyes wide as a sickening shiver weighed down over your body.
“Jimin...”
You knew that he knew what had happened the previous night. If it wasn’t for the embarrassingly loud moans you had produced, it was for the incredibly shameful walk of shame you were trying to go through with.
“Sure you won’t stay for some coffee?” He kindly offered, but the knowing look still sparkling in his eyes.
“I don’t-... Uh, no thanks.”
“(Y/N), you’re not like those other girls. Not in this house, at least. You’re our friend. Just stay for a bit of breakfast.”
You were hungry, and getting a bit of food in your belly before making your escape sounded intriguing. But that didn’t change the mistake you had made and it didn’t change how inappropriate that would be.
“Please, (Y/N). You look starving.”
There was a kind of desperation behind the look in Jimin’s eyes. You couldn’t quite pinpoint why it was there. It felt almost like he was afraid of something. Like if you didn’t stay, something would change.
That alone, made your muscles less tense and your mind less chaotic. A bit of coffee did sound nice and despite the embarrassment you felt, after all, Jimin was a friend.
But you didn’t have time to accept the offer, because then the opening of a door was heard from the second floor.
“(Y/N)..?” Despite how raspy and faint the voice that had called your name was, you immediately recognized who it belonged to and panic started rising up to your head again.
“Sorry, Jimin, but I have to go.” You whispered, turning to the door in a haste and opening it without a second thought.
“(Y/N)-” You heard Jimin call out, but the door slammed before you could hear the rest of his sentence, and you jolted down the street.
And that’s how you realized, you forgetting your notebook at their house was the start to all this newly cooked chaos. A notebook that you never got a hold of after all. Not that you cared anymore.
Everything felt off when you were finally back in your own bed. It was as if the skin containing your body had been switched. As if the sun shining in through your window was not the one you knew. As if the air being drawn into your lungs consisted of new particles.
It frightened you. Because it felt like everything you had known was a lie. Your fatigue most likely added to the effect of this new feeling, but even with that knowledge you couldn’t get the turmoil out of your head.
Because what had it meant?
You had slept with Jungkook, someone who you loathed and who loathed you - or so you thought. The possibility of those feelings changing had never really crossed your mind, although you still didn’t know if they had.
The whole time you had spent with him was nothing but a blurred piece of imagery in your mind, making it feel almost surreal. You could only clearly remember certain details, of which made your stomach churn in a way you hadn’t experienced in a long time.
The path that your train of thought was following started to feel intimidating, leading to your questions taking a different direction.
What was Jungkook thinking? Why had he been willing to fuck you, all of the sudden?
The question soon planted what was an unpleasant realization to you. That this probably meant nothing to him. Which you weren’t sure if it did to you either, but it meant enough of something for you to be lying motionless in bed thinking about it. You just couldn’t imagine him being as stressed over the situation as you were.
Because he was used to it. Fucking every girl he could get his hands on. This was probably just a fuck in his book, and it upset you somehow. It had just hit you that this had only made you another check mark on his list, a thought that you dreaded.
With a metaphorical sick rising in your throat, you turned on your side and closed your eyes, trying to create some false hope that you would wake up and this would all have been a dream. No, a nightmare. Definitely a nightmare.
You had never felt so nervous in your life.
Despite the place you were located in only being the college hallway you knew oh-so-well, it seemed like new territory that wasn’t meant for you to ever explore. Because this was the first day back for you since it had happened. An it that you had desperately tried to ignore and forget since it had come into existence.
Not that your attempts had been successful whatsoever.
You shakily sipped at the coffee warming the palm of your hand, looking around the crowded area with wide eyes, the turtleneck squeezing your throat (which you only wore to hide the dark plethora of blue covering your skin) only adding to your nervous itch, a clueless Minyoung by your side. Clueless, because of course you hadn’t told her about what you had idiotically and shamefully done. She was your best friend, and usually you felt like you could tell her anything. But when it came to Jungkook, it was different. You felt ashamed, for having been played by him.
All you could hope for was that any of the few souls who knew about this horrible mistake, didn’t tell anyone else. Because if they did, everyone would know, and it would be your end.
“Oh yeah, Jimin told me that Hoseok is holding a party this weekend. A pool party.”
You slightly flinched at the realization of where you were, having been pulled out of the black hole that was your mind when Minyoung had spoken.
You watched as her eyebrows furrowed quizzically.
“You okay, (Y/N)? You seem kinda jumpy.”
“No, no, I’m fine.” You assured her, noticing by the look in her eyes that she didn’t really believe you, but thankfully deciding that she wouldn’t push it.
You then remembered what she had tried to tell you in the first place, tilting your head slightly.
“Wait, since when have you been talking to Jimin?”
A sly smile immediately grew on her lips, one that you could tell she was trying to hold back. You couldn’t help but mirror the gesture.
“Oh. it’s nothing much. We’ve just been texting a little.”
Your smiled widened, as you nudged her slightly with your elbow.
“Mhm, no, I totally believe you.”
She giggled slightly at that, you doing the same. Although you couldn’t help but feel a slight jealousy growing in the back of your mind at how sweet and easy her love life was. Yes, Jimin may have had a reputation as a fuckboy, but when you had gotten to know him, he seemed the most normal and cool of the trio. And the fact that he hadn’t just thrown Minyoung into bed the first chance he got, boded well.
“And my cousin is coming to town tomorrow, by the way!” Minyoung announced excitedly. “I haven’t met her in three years now. I’m actually looking forward to it.”
“Cool. Is she nice?”
“Well, she was the last time I met her, but I was sixteen and she was seventeen. Things have probably changed, so we’ll see.”
When the classroom the two of you were headed to came into sight, you felt your throat tighten again. You were thankful that you had someone like Minyoung to distract you from your problems, even if it was only momentarily. But you wouldn’t have minded switching bodies with a stranger in that moment.
You hesitantly walked to a desk with Minyoung as you entered the room, almost literally shaking in your boots. Because you just couldn’t face him. Or any of them.
As you had sat down, your gaze didn’t rip from the door, expression demonstrating the definition of terrified.
And when you saw Jimin walk through the door, your heart nearly stopped beating, tightening in your chest.
He walked in casually, Taehyung right behind him, looking as handsome as ever. Jimin didn’t seem to see you, but you didn’t miss the bright smile that the other shot your way from across the room. A smile that made you feel a sour kind of guilt, because he didn’t know.
But as your wide-open orbs glared at the door in anticipation, waiting for the bomb to be dropped, nothing came. Eventually everyone had walked in through the door, the teacher closing it behind them, but Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.
At the realization, the clenching around your heart immediately loosened, shoulders relaxing and lungs functioning at a desired pace.
But at the same time, you couldn’t help but be flushed with a feeling of confusion. Because for the last few weeks, maybe even for a whole month, Jungkook had attended all classes without a miss. So, why wasn’t he present today?
You threw your books into the locker with relief, finally getting to sooth the groaning in your stomach with some lunch. After such a stressful day - or weekend, really - there weren’t a lot of things that sounded better than that.
But that’s when you felt a tap on your shoulder, quickly turning around in confusion, expecting to be faced with someone who would tell you you had dropped something. Though, the face was much more familiar than just a random 'someone’s' would have been.
Taehyung smiled brightly down at you, looking nothing but genuinely happy to see your face.
The guilt and nausea and hunger growing inside of you, made it impossible for you to say the same.
“Oh, Taehyung.”
“Hey, (Y/N). You doing good?”
“Oh, uhm, yeah, I’m fine. As always.”
The stutter and obvious insecurity in your tone made you cringe, an urge to just turn and run away surfacing in your head.
He grinned at your words, even though you knew he could see right through you.
“Great! Hey, I noticed your notebook was still on my desk when I got home. Didn’t you come to get it?”
Your eyes widened as panic started spiraling through every limb attached to your body.
“Uh, I eh, no, I just-” You gulped. “I uhm, noticed how late it had gotten and was just, y’know, really tired so I decided to go home instead.”
Taehyung nodded in realization, an understanding look dawning his face.
‘There’s no way he believes that, is there?’ You mentally questioned, watching as his smile returned.
“Well, since you couldn’t get it, here ya go, sweetheart.”
He pulled one of his hands from behind his back, revealing the notebook that you had never gotten your hands on. A notebook that you had a strong urge to burn after all the trouble it had brought upon you.
“Oh, Tae, thank you.” You smiled as you took a hold of it, feeling guilty for how sweet the boy was to you. You wondered if he would still be the same if he ever found out about it.
“I should really go catch Minyoung for lunch now, though. I’m starving.” You said sheepishly.
His smile only widened.
“Of course.” He nodded, your body starting to turn to close your locker, trying to ignore the few people staring around you.
“Oh, right.” You heard Taehyung announce, giving him your attention again. “There’s something else I think you might’ve forgotten at our house at some point.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I brought it.” He mumbled as his hand dove down into the back pocket of his black jeans.
Your eyebrows furrowed, raking your mind for whatever else you could have left at their place.
You watched curiously as his hand came out of the pocket, holding what looked like a gray piece of cloth.
He held it out to you with a gleeful smirk, your hand reaching for the object to unfold it.
As you held it up between your digits, a hot and cold shiver dawned over your body. Your arms immediately jerked the panties closer to your frame to hide them, eyes staring widely at Taehyung, chin all but hitting the floor.
He only grinned in response, sending you a cheeky wink as he started walking away.
“See you later.”
Your body whipped around to shove the underwear into your bag. The underwear that you had so clumsily not found while getting dressed that morning.
The whispers and snickers that had erupted around you almost didn’t even bother you, because your mind was too distracted with the realization that he knew.
You had magically managed to survive four entire school days without running away or isolating yourself from society.
Had it been tough? Of course it had. Walking around while looking over your shoulder every three steps in fear of him suddenly appearing, was not a very soothing experience.
But you had been in luck, because he hadn’t appeared. You had not been obligated to hiding and avoiding, because he hadn’t come to bother you.
And despite how relaxing that was, and how it kept you from holding your breath for too long, it made you curious. Curious to the point where you couldn’t get yourself to stop wondering about it. Because something felt wrong.
Well, of course something felt wrong. You had fucked him. You had slept with the one guy you were convinced that you would never sleep with. The one guy you thought you hated. However, it didn’t feel like that was the whole reason for something feeling off. Because it countered your theory. Your theory that the entire situation was insignificant to him.
Perhaps it was only a coincidence. That he just happened to feel like going back to skipping classes right after your not-so-little incident. Or maybe he was too busy sleeping around with a bunch of random girls to attend school.
At least, that’s what you were trying to convince yourself. Because he fucked different girls all of the time. Why would this specific time have been any more influential? There was no way. And that was why you chose to ignore the quiet voice inside of your head telling you that there was more to it.
Though, as for Taehyung, there hadn’t really been anything new. After you found out that he knew about the incident, he had been pretty much the same guy you knew from before. The two of you hadn’t discussed the situation, because even though you were curious about what he thought of it, you were still too much of a wimp to actually ask. Whatever conversations you and Taehyung had shared after that had pretty much only come to the extent of simple and friendly greetings.
And of course you had made sure Minyoung stayed out of it, and hadn’t even thought about telling her. If you told her you would also have to start talking about it - it including your feelings, which were things that you were too scared to explore. Physically talking about it with another human being made it more real than you were willing to admit to yourself that it was.
Thankfully, you had managed to stay healthily distracted, with the help of none other than Minyoung herself, but also her cousin that was staying in town for about a week or so - Hayoon. Speaking of, those two individuals were the ones you were acquainted with currently.
“I swear, your friend spaces out a lot.” Hayoon snickered, amusement lingering in her tone. “She okay?”
Minyoung shrugged, executing the faintest of eye-rolls.
“I mean, I guess she’s fine. But she’s been doing that more and more lately. And she refuses to admit to me that something’s up.” Your best friend explained, watching your form as it sat calmly on her bed, unfocused on the current conversation. “Isn’t that right, (Y/N)?”
At the call of your name, your mind was snapped out of its clouded state, wide eyes looking to Minyoung quickly.
“Hm?”
You watched as her and Hayoon chuckled.
“Right.” Minyoung finished, quirking an eyebrow.
“Wait, what were you talking about?” You pleaded, confused as to why they found you so amusing.
“Oh, nothing.” Hayoon responded, smile firm on her face. She was a very talkative and open person, someone who was easy to get to know. You appreciated it, being that you weren’t necessarily an expert at talking to strangers. Unless you were drunk, of course. You were grateful that there was no need for liquid courage with her. And she was a nice person, too. Not to mention how pretty she was. You had found it to be hard to find people who were decently humble while at the same time reaching her level of beauty. It was almost worth being envious over.
“Anywho, you mentioned a party earlier?” Hayoon spoke, breaking the silence that had emerged in the conversation.
Minyoung nodded.
“Yeah, this guy Hoseok is hosting a party at his place this weekend. A pool party.”
“Oh, hell yeah. You think there’ll be some eye candy there?” Hayoon asked, her features lighting up with excitement.
Oh yeah, she loved talking about boys.
Your friend chuckled.
“Yeah, actually, I do. Hoseok’s circle of friends are a pretty big bunch of hotties. I mean he’s friends with that guy Jimin, you know?”
“Ah, ‘that guy’ you’re secretly in love with, or whatever?” Hayoon teased.
“Oh, shut up. I’m not in love. I just.. Y’know, he’s cool.”
Both you and Hayoon shared amused smirks with one another.
“Whatever, lovebird. You think I can come along?”
“I mean, I think so. But Imma ask Jimin first.”
“Okay, cool. You see, I really wanna find a quick one-night-stand before I go home. ‘Cause then I won’t have to deal with any awkwardness when I run into him again. ’Cause I won’t ever run into him again. And if he’s hot, I can brag about it to my friends.”
You and Minyoung only chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure you’ll find someone fit for that. And you’re in luck, ‘cause pretty much all the hotties in this crowd are fuckboys, all available. They don’t do any strings attached to anything.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Jungkook took a lazy drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke cover his vision of Taehyung’s face only for a brief moment, matching the chill of the afternoon weather, before the eye contact was clear again.
Jimin was chattering on about Minyoung, your friend, who Jungkook had to think about for a second or two before remembering who it was. And the cheerful boy seemed oblivious to the tension lingering heavy in the air (not that the smoke was helping), unless he simply didn’t want to acknowledge it. Knowing Jimin, he probably was aware, but was trying to rid of it.
As Jimin’s words - that Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to whatsoever - had run out, the atmosphere was granted with an uncomfortable silence. Not even Park Jimin could erase this tension, and he knew it.
It was a gray Friday. Jungkook hadn’t gone to any of his classes during the week. On the last Saturday morning, when he had woken up in bed alone, he hadn’t taken much time to call up Tzuyu, spending the rest of the day and night in her bedroom. He realized then, that that would be the last time he would hook up with her, and ended their ‘fuckbuddy’-relationship.
The days after that, he had simply gone out trying to find other girls to entertain himself with, sleeping in every morning and deciding that school just wasn’t worth it. Kind of like he had thought for years.
It hadn’t been hard. It almost bored him how easily he got girls to do what he wanted. A little smirk along with styling his hair the right way, usually did the trick. But it had kept him occupied, so he wouldn’t complain.
And it had kept him out of the house, and away from Taehyung’s peering eyes. Jungkook could tell that the other wanted to ask him something, but he was Taehyung and he always did that thing where he would just torture and tease but never really drop the bomb. Jungkook just wasn’t in the mood for something like that.
“Had a fun week?” Taehyung suddenly spoke, pulling Jungkook’s conscience back down to the ground. When he realized that the question was directed at him, he breathed out, letting the smoke surround him.
“Yup. Got into a bar and took this lady into the bathroom. She was probably at least twenty-seven, too.”
“Jesus, Jungkook.” Jimin sighed, shaking his head with the slightest amusement. But he didn’t seem as amused as he should have, and Jungkook noticed.
“Well, what can I say?” Jungkook shrugged with a lopsided smirk, pretending like he didn’t notice that something felt off. After all, he had been pretending for a whole week. Why stop now?
Taehyung didn’t break his intense glare at the younger, and it was rattling Jungkook’s nerves and patience. But he didn’t know what was going to be said if he opened Pandora’s box, so he decided to keep it closed. No matter how fidgety it made him.
“Hey, are you coming to Hoseok’s party tomorrow?” Jimin spoke-up, possibly as an attempt to break the growing tension slightly.
Jungkook broke away from his steady glare at Taehyung, turning to Jimin and settling with a mask covering his true uneasiness.
“Uh, yeah... The pool party?”
“That’s the one.”
“I guess I could go. Why miss an opportunity to see a bunch of hot girls in bathing suits, am I right?”
Jimin released what sounded similar to a breathy chuckle, but it seemed off again. Either Jungkook was only being paranoid, or the thick air he had felt for the past seven days wasn’t just an illusion, like he had hoped.
You shivered lightly, walking down the sidewalk in your jean-shorts and sweater, Minyoung and Hayoon by your side. Your best friend was carrying an unopened bottle of vodka in one hand, grin painted proudly on her face, cheek to cheek. Hayoon looked at least just as excited, discussing hook-ups eagerly with her cousin.
You felt slightly shut out. But not like they were shutting you out, just that you mentally couldn’t share their same joy. And that was no one’s fault but your own.
Were you excited? Well, yes, you were. You were excited to see if this party could somehow make you leave all your tensions and worries from the past week behind. Excited to get drunk, really.
But you were also nervous beyond belief. Because you knew that the odds were pointing to the fact that he would be there. Despite being relieved that you hadn’t been obligated to face him earlier, you almost would have preferred that over seeing him at the party for the first time. A party was meant for relaxation and feeling good, and you weren’t sure that your night would consist of that if he was there.
Though, you were set on not letting the whole situation ruin your night, and you would have alcohol to help, so possibly you would leave with a smile on your face.
Before you knew it, the three of you were stepping through the front door of the already crowded house. Only few faces seemed familiar, but you almost felt like you were violating their privacy, as many of them were already stripped to their bikinis or bathing shorts. You couldn’t blame them, though - it was a pool party, after all.
“Minyoung, (Y/N).” A cheerful and lighthearted voice was heard calling for you, only mere seconds after your entrance.
Your overwhelmed faces turned to see Jimin walking joyously towards you, grin stretched generously to show his teeth.
“Ah, Jimin.” Minyoung immediately greeted, her tone of voice changing only slightly. She was more or less whipped for this boy.
“I’m glad you guys could make it.” He stated, looking at Minyoung with that look. If you weren’t mistaken, he might have been pretty whipped, too.
“Oh, oh, this is my cousin, Hayoon.” Your friend hastily introduced the third presence in the trio, obviously having almost forgotten about it.
Hayoon smiled slyly, as she greeted the boy in front of her.
“Oh, so this is the dear Jimin you’ve been talking about so much...”
Minyoung’s eyes immediately widened at that, staring with shock at the older girl.
You couldn’t help but pull a grin at Hayoon’s statement, and Jimin was visibly holding back an amused smirk of his own.
“Yeah? Like, what has she been saying?” He confidently pushed on, although there was no way to hide the faint blush that grew on his cheeks, even obvious in the lowered lighting.
“Hey, hey, we brought booze!” Minyoung hurriedly cut in, before Hayoon could respond to the boy’s question, whom only giggled in return.
“Cool. Come in here, everyone’s getting in the pool soon. Or at least, that’s the plan.” Jimin urged eagerly, leading the three of you into the living room, where the socializing was already on high drive. Mainstream pop-songs were beating enthusiastically through the connected Bluetooth speakers, barely making your muscles twitch in an urge to move your body. There was a red and purple coat cast over the room, provided by various disco lights. Perhaps a late-night pool party sounded like an odd idea, but the mood was not far off on point.
Jimin firstly led you to the table for snacks and drinks, pouring each of you a cup of their ‘super-fancy’ vodka, Schweppes and pear-soda mixture. Though, it didn’t taste too bad, so who were you to complain?
As your two friends continued the conversation they had with Jimin, you couldn’t help but have your eyes be drawn to whoever seemed familiar in the setting. It didn’t take many seconds before your line of sight locked on Taehyung.
From where you were standing, you had a view of his profile. He was chatting with a group of friends, you presumed. One of them you recognized as Namjoon. And of course Taehyung was already shirtless. It was the first time you had seen him in such light clothing, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t affect you. Because it did, it most certainly did.
You gulped down quite a generous sip of your drink, keeping your eyes fixed on the boy across the room. Whoever in the group whom had his back towards you, decided to move, giving you a better view of the rest in the clique.
Your heart nearly stopped beating when you saw him. Jeon Jungkook, in the flesh. You had emotionally tried to prepare yourself for this encounter, but when the moment finally arrived, it was all for naught.
A faint pulsing started in your head, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. But you couldn’t look away. You weren’t sure why, but you just couldn’t.
He looked lighthearted, normal even. The same way he always looked every time you had spotted him from a distance. But there was something different. You weren’t able to quite pinpoint why, but he seemed more attractive than you had thought of him on any previous occasions. You were somehow noticing every little detail about him. The way his hair was styled a bit messier than the norm, the way his sun-kissed skin glowed in the bold lighting, the way his muscles flexed whenever he would move, his eyes forming crescents as he laughed at his friend cracking a joke. And for his bare torso and legs, you were just trying not to look at them. You had seen it all before, and you felt it was unnecessary to remind yourself of how hot he was. You knew better than to check him out. Or did you? Maybe that was what you were already doing.
You noticed that he had not yet spotted you, but perhaps that observation only came to jinx you, because before you knew it, he was looking straight at you.
The shaking that had apparently erupted in your hands suddenly stopped, freezing upon the long-awaited, yet not enough prepared for, eye contact.
His smile had faded, his gaze unerringly fixed on your own. Although there was a fair distance between you, somehow he felt incredibly close. You felt exposed, naked, despite being one of the most heavily dressed in the room. You hadn’t felt like this because of him before, and you didn’t like how unfamiliar it was, how unnerving.
But before you knew it, a hand was wrapped around your wrist, turning you the other way, and breaking the moment in the process. You were relieved, but happy wouldn’t have been the right word.
“Hey, we should go change! We didn’t come here wearing sexy bikini’s just to hide them all night.” Hayoon excitedly sang over the music, dragging you through the room, Minyoung hot on her heel.
The three of you hurried down the hallway, Hayoon opening the first door on the right, happy to discover that it was a bathroom. A small one, with just a toilet and a sink.
“Okay, okay, let’s change.”
The three of you squeezed yourselves into the small space, your mind still quite hazed, only to discover that there was no way the three of you could change there at the same time.
Being that you were the one furthest to the door, you stepped outside with a chuckle.
“I’ll just wait for my turn, go ahead.”
“Ahh, okay, we’ll hurry.” Hayoon exclaimed, a little too excited. Then the door was closed and locked in front of you.
Finally you could sigh, gaining a second to relax after all of the chaos that had been fueled in your head. Finally the fire was being extinguished, by just a little air.
You had to think about everything that was going through your head. And the real reason why it was even going through your head in the first place.
But before you could even start to untangle all the wires bundled up in your mind, another door was being opened further down the hallway.
Whoever was walking out through the door was nothing but unfamiliar, but you were happy to see that it was another bathroom.
Deciding that you might as well, you quickly sneaked your way in, closing the door behind you.
It was a bigger bathroom, containing proper counters, a bathtub and all the necessities.
This night was about having fun, not about worrying. You didn’t want to let your problems get to you.
You couldn’t help but stop and look at yourself in the mirror as you unbuttoned and slipped out of your denim shorts, to reveal your quite scandalous black bikini bottom.
Hayoon and Minyoung had made you buy it for yourself, in preparation for the party. But not without the matching, sexy top, of course.
A smile, although idle, managed to graze your lips, your arms crossing over your torso to grip the hem of your sweater. But as you were in the process of pulling it over your head, you jumped at the sound of the door opening.
Of course you had forgotten to lock it.
In panic, you muscles tensed in an effort to get the sweater off of you, your head almost getting stuck a couple of times. But when the piece of cloth was finally over your head, you quickly turned to the door, cheeks already heating in embarrassment.
But you were relieved to only find a grinning Taehyung.
“Well, well, isn’t this quite the sight.”
Your heartbeat started slowing down, posture relaxing.
“Oh, my God, Tae.”
He only chuckled.
“You should really learn to lock doors. If it had been nearly any other guy at this party, I don’t think they could have helped but to pounce on you, when you’re looking like that.”
You looked down, just to realize that you were standing in only your new bikini in front of Taehyung.
“Oh, shut up.” You muttered, not knowing what else to say through your flustered state.
“I think you meant to say ‘thank you’. Or even ‘I know, right?’ Depends on your confidence. Or honesty, really.”
You couldn’t help but smile as you rolled your eyes, Taehyung’s grin only widening.
“Oh, there you are!” Hayoon exclaimed, along with Minyoung, as they were done changing and caught you in your conversation with Taehyung.
The two of them walked up to you, only to fix sly expressions on their faces, eyeing both you and the boy next to you.
“C’mon, you guys can hook up later. We have partying to do first!” Minyoung voiced bemusedly. Her words caught you slightly off guard, as she knew the two of you were mostly just friends at that point. You didn’t have any plans of hooking up.
But you didn’t have time to question her, as soon she was dragging you up the stares to lock away all of your clothes, before the two of you were back in the living room again.
The three of you had poured one shot each down your throat, gulped down at least two mixture-drinks per person and just danced through all of your worries, and nobody had even made it to the pool yet.
People had gradually kept checking in, making the room cramped and stuffy. Although, you weren’t complaining, because it had helped you to not bump into a certain someone, and that you were nothing but thankful for.
However, you were definitely tipsy, and you could tell Minyoung was as well, as she had started her out-of-control, crazy behavior again. It was amusing, to say the least. Watching her try to twerk was one of the funniest things you had ever seen.
But you were getting sweaty, and felt like you needed another drink.
“Hey guys, let’s go get a refill.” You suggested, almost yelling over the pounding music. Your two friends agreed, and you proceeded to squeeze through the rest of the crowd until you got to the refreshments.
“Oh, hey!” You heard, turning to see Jimin and Taehyung standing next to you, delighted smiles on their faces.
“Hi!” You greeted back, only afterwards noticing how high-pitched your voice had been. ‘Yep, I’m definitely tipsy.’
“You girls having fun?” Jimin asked.
“Yeah, so fun!” Minyoung answered, hazed smile on her face.
“Yeah, we haven’t seen you guys all night.” Taehyung chuckled, his hand gently pushing on your lower back to invite you closer to their conversation.
That’s when you noticed the rest of the people that stood in their circle.
The upturn of the corners of your lips started to tilt down and form a straight line, eyes widening as they registered the presence of Jungkook right in front of you.
You would bet everything you had on the fact that your heart definitely stopped.
Once you noticed that he was looking at you, too, you quickly averted your gaze, focusing on the wooden flooring you were standing on. Your heart started beating faster, pounding in your ears, skin feeling hotter and the amount of sweat dripping down your forehead only seemed to increase. You felt like not only your cheeks, but your whole body was slowly morphing to a color of crimson.
“A lot of people came tonight. I’d say, a success.” Hoseok smiled, taking a sip from his solo cup, your brain barely able to register his presence, let alone his words.
“And almost everyone’s dancing, too. You did a nice job, Hobi.” Namjoon admitted with an impressed nod of his head.
“Yeah, I think the only one who hasn’t been dancing is Jungkook. You’re being weird.” Hoseok stated, nudging said boy.
You couldn’t help but raise your gaze at that, carefully eyeing the boy with squinted eyes, hearing suddenly functioning properly again.
The boy only huffed out a chuckle.
“Well, I don’t know, been busy talking to people, I guess.” He responded, voice sounding more normal than ever.
You gulped. The level of indifference on his features actually managed to surprise you, even though it probably shouldn’t have. You were just another hook-up, right? Why were you expecting him to be freaked out about it? Maybe because that was what you were. But you knew better than to think that he was anything like you. So, why couldn’t you think straight?
“At least you guys have been out there, having fun.” Jimin smiled, focusing back on the three of you.
“Yeah, that’s practically the only thing you’ve been doing for almost an hour. Can’t believe you held out for so long.” Taehyung added, smile firm on his face.
Hoseok chuckled.
“Of course you would know that, Tae. Been staring at her all night, huh?”
Your eyebrows furrowed at that, once again being able to focus on the actual conversation happening around you.
“Well, duh. Poor boy can’t take his eyes off of (Y/N), it’s obvious.” Namjoon added, making you turn your head to face the boy beside you.
“Shut up, Joon.” Taehyung retorted, although smile proud on his face, contradicting his reply.
‘What have I missed?’ You thought, feeling as though you should have been aware of what the meaning behind everyone’s words were.
“Ah, don’t look so surprised, (Y/N).” Minyoung rolled her eyes as she spoke, your head turning to her in confusion. “Just ‘cause you don’t tell me stuff, doesn’t mean I’m dumb. Everyone knows about that, whatever, ‘panty-thing’ that happened at school. You guys are hooking up, and no one’s really surprised.” Your friend finished with a chuckle, followed by a wink.
Your eyes widened in a softer form of shock. People thought you and Taehyung were hooking up? Everyone? Because they saw him handing you those panties at school?
Head turning to eye Taehyung, you gave him a confused expression, one which was only met by another coy smile. A smile that seemed normal, but obviously you knew that he knew what was the real truth.
The real truth.
You couldn’t help but be reminded of Jungkook’s presence in that moment, gaze turning to see his expression. He was once again looking at you, eyes almost unnoticeably narrowed. Almost unnoticeable, maybe nonexistent to anyone else, but you saw it. You didn’t know what it meant, but you could tell that there was a difference in his features now. And it sent a shiver down your spine, suddenly shooting you with a pang of quilt, even though you had done nothing wrong.
“I mean, I can’t blame you for staring all night, Tae. She’s looking good in that get-up.” Hoseok stated with a sly tone.
You lowered your head again, probably making the rest of the group think that it was because of Hoseok’s words. In reality, it was just because you needed a moment to let the new information settle in.
“Alright, alright, let’s change the topic.” Taehyung proposed, smoothly circling his palm against your lower back. To the others, it probably seemed like he was being cute and soothing his embarrassed fuck buddy, but you knew that he was aware of the fact that you needed time to wrap your head around this revealed situation.
“Oh, sorry for our rudeness. We haven’t really introduced ourselves.” Namjoon spoke, having noticed Hayoon’s unfamiliar face in the circle.
“Oh, no, it’s fine. I’m Hayoon, Minyoung’s cousin.” She replied, charming smile on her face.
You listened as the rest introduced themselves, starting to feel like you wanted to escape this conversation. Despite the alcohol bubbling in your blood, you couldn’t stand the tension between you and the guy in front of you. On one side, you wanted to hide, and never face him again. And on the other side, you wanted to talk to him, about everything. But you figured that the latter would make you look stupid, because maybe he thought that there was nothing to talk about. You fucked, so what? That was why you’d probably go for the first option.
“Only in town temporarily?” Hoseok asked.
“Yeah,” Hayoon started. “Honestly, I just came to this party to see if I could flirt with some cute guys.”
Everyone gave a breathy chuckle at that.
“Well, sounds like you came to the right party.” Hoseok answered, his voice already putting on a more charming nature.
“I don’t think a lot more people are coming,” Namjoon interrupted. “Maybe it’s time to get into the pool?”
“Sounds good.”
After having been thrown into the pool several times by none other than Taehyung himself, splashed around with your friends and poured a couple more drinks down your throat, you were starting to relax.
All you worries had somehow been pushed to the side. And you had done a good job in avoiding the second party involved in all the drama, as well. You were no longer even worried whether or not you would run into him anymore. You just didn’t really want to care. But that was probably mostly thanks to the alcohol pumping through your system.
Minyoung and you were inside, wrapped in a towel each, as everyone had gotten out of the pool a while prior. Hayoon had just left to finally hunt down her target for the night, someone whom you couldn’t remember what she had said about.
“Hey,” Minyoung started, pulling you out of your drunken wondering. “Why’d you not tell me that you’re, like, fucking Tae?”
You huffed out a chuckle at that.
“I...” ‘didn’t know’ “just was, ya know....” You dragged your words out, not sure how to answer. You felt like a denial, although truthful, wouldn’t change her beliefs whatsoever.
She was convinced, along with apparently a lot of other people, that you and Taehyung were ‘finally’ fucking. If you actually wanted her to believe you, you would have to explain to her why Taehyung had come to school with a pair of your underwear. You would have to tell her the whole truth, and you were definitely not ready for that.
And that was when the sudden and strong urge to relieve yourself started growing in your lower stomach, saving you from having to confront your problems.
“I need to pee.” You finished, turning to your friend with a sheepish smile.
She whined, but still let you slip your towel off and walk towards the bathroom.
The hallway where the bathroom was, was a lot emptier than the living room, giving you the space needed to breathe and not bump into anyone as you took your crooked and dizzy steps. You had become more drunk than intended, but it had allowed you to smile and relax, and as long as it didn’t result in any vomiting, you were happy.
Walking first to the small restroom from before, you tugged on the handle, only for the door to reveal itself as locked. You let out a slight groan, realizing that you would have to get yourself to the other bathroom. But despite the slight spinning teasing your vision, you started towards the familiar door further down the corridor, actually making it without too much stumbling.
You didn’t waste any time in swinging the door open, a smile of relief grazing your lips when it turned out to be unlocked. But the smile only lasted as long as it took for you to register the sight in front of you.
“Oh, my God.” Hayoon exclaimed, pulling her lips away from Jungkook who was standing between her legs that were dangling from the bathroom counter.
In almost even less than what seemed like a whole second, you felt completely and unquestionably sober, a dull headache growing and spreading through your veins.
The two people in front of you quickly whipped their heads to face your frozen state. Hayoon’s features immediately formed a smile upon realizing it was you, a giggle escaping her flustered condition.
“Ah, (Y/N). Thank God, it’s just you.” She sighed out, voice breathy and breath heavy.
But your eyes weren’t fixed on her, they were fixed on the boy in front of her. The boy, whose eyes were just as wide as yours, meeting your gaze and seeming just as sobered up as you were.
A sickening nausea started bubbling in your stomach, your whole body almost feeling numb. You felt like your limbs were completely made of stone, like you couldn’t move. You weren’t sure whether blood was heatedly rushing to fill your cheeks or draining them. You felt hot but cold. On fire, but completely frozen, all while you were stuck in Jungkook’s wide, dark orbs.
You had never felt like that before. And it was the most uncomfortable feeling you had ever experienced. You couldn't even pinpoint any particular emotion, except sick.
The time that you just stood there and stared Jungkook in the eyes, seemed like forever. And you never really could conclude for how long it was, before you finally could feel your physical form again.
Mind starting to function properly, you averted your gaze.
“Shit, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt.” You mumbled, fighting the urge to look up and see Jungkook’s expression one last time, before you closed the door.
A heavy breath escaped your parted lips, fingers slowly letting go of the handle, arm dropping to your side.
You almost felt like you were in shock. You felt so confused, on so many levels. But most of all, you were scared.
Scared, because this feeling, this nauseous chill running through your system, was completely unfamiliar.
You had caught Jungkook with his pants down, figuratively but also literally, before. But that time, yes, you had been shocked, but you had felt nothing like this.
And you didn’t know how to read it. Until a heavy brick of realization hit your head.
Because that’s when you realized that you had been right all along. You were just another hook-up. You had been so caught up in this debacle, questioning anything and everything ever since you had fucked him, and he had just been running around hooking up with other girls, just as you had thought.
It was unfair. You didn’t want to be that check mark in his book, that score on his list and you hated that you had become just that. You had been so stressed out and he had probably all but forgotten the whole ordeal.
You had known it all along, but now you had just been proven right.
Instead of shock and nausea running through your system, a drunken anger was setting aflame in the pits of your stomach.
And as you heard a giggle through the door of the bathroom, you snapped.
You quickly started strutting through the hallway, wonky steps informing you of your intoxication taking its effect again, and that you were probably doing something that you would regret the next day, but you didn’t care. After all, that’s what alcohol did to you. And you weren’t going to be just another one of those girls.
Your way of thinking was probably one of a drunken manner, but you were too determined to even fully realize it.
You squeezed yourself through the bodies filling the living room, head whipping rapidly back and forth in search of your target.
When you spotted him by the snacks, talking to Jimin and Namjoon, you didn’t utter a word as you paced over, steps uneven but adamant.
The moment he saw you, a smile started growing on his face, but you didn’t give him time to greet you, as you immediately grabbed a firm hold of his wrist and started dragging him out through the glass-doors, to stand by the pool.
“(Y/N), you okay?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Taking one deep breath, you turned around, suddenly feeling excitement burn in your blood, along with the angry fire.
“I’m great.” You answered, winking once before you smoothly jumped into the pool.
You turned your body to look at him, an alluring smile, fueled by liquid courage settling on your lips.
“Whatcha waiting for, Tae?” You questioned, tilting your head and raising an eyebrow.
Taehyung’s smile widened slightly at your flirtatious tone, although he seemed a little reluctant. But that didn’t stop him from getting into the pool with you, possibly due to the alcohol also flowing through his veins.
“What’s gotten into you, (Y/N)?” Taehyung voiced, and you realized how when he got closer and closer, your cheeks got hotter and hotter. Because it suddenly hit you how attractive he looked; shirtless, hair damp, a sly smile on his face. But the fire inside of you was stronger than your naturally shy nature around the boy, and you decided to cast any sober reluctance aside.
“What do ya mean? I just wanna have some fun.” You replied, smirk cheeky as you bravely took a step closer to him as well.
“Hmm, what do you have in mi-”
You cut him off quickly by just wrapping your arms around his neck and smashing your lips against his, with a little too much force, which you blamed purely on the vodka. The only reason you had even cut your flirting-session short, was because you weren’t sure if you would have had the guts to make a move for a lot longer than that. Taehyung intimidated you, after all, but you needed to do this. Or at least, that was what your dizzy mind was telling you.
The kisses you gave him were sloppy, but it didn’t take much more than a second or two before he started kissing you back, and before you knew it, his tongue was swirling around yours. Taehyung’s strong arms wrapped firmly around your waist, lifting you in the water so your legs could find their place around his hips.
The scenario felt incredibly hot; you and Taehyung, alone in a pool, at night, fiercely making out with one another. Your intoxicated mind had almost forgotten why you had even started this in the first place, too overwhelmed with how nice and dreamy it felt. Although, close but no cigar, you still very much knew what had triggered you to go through with it and the fire was still burning hot. The fact that it felt great was just a very distracting bonus.
Taehyung proceeded to disconnect your lips, placing kisses along your jaw and down to your throat, quickly starting to lick and bite at the skin, further shortening your breaths.
Your hazed eyes managed to open halfway along with your lips, absentmindedly eyeing the glass-doors that showed the party still active in the living room, mind relishing in the way Taehyung’s mouth worked against your skin. Everything going on inside the house seemed insignificant, until a certain, very familiar figure appeared right by the glass-doors, staring out at you.
When your gaze focused properly on the person, a similar feeling to the one you had felt only minutes earlier hit you, and suddenly you felt more sober than ever.
Because Jungkook was standing, alone, on the other side of the glass, wide eyes staring at your own.
Your muscles immediately stiffened, and you managed to completely forget Taehyung’s administrations on your neck. A hot and cold shiver ran up your spine, along with the faint hint of nausea, but most of all shock was overwhelming your senses.
Because he was supposed to be fucking Hayoon. Why was he standing there, looking at you? Maybe even looking for you.
When that thought hit you and your sober mind, you felt like throwing up. You didn’t really know why, but you felt bad. Bad but confused. Shocked, still. You didn’t know what to think. Whether to be happy or angry. Your heart felt like it had stopped again, and somehow everything had seemed so clear but now it was more confusing than ever. Because the Jungkook you knew in your head, wasn’t the type of guy to do what it seemed like he had just done.
Either you were wrong, or the discomfort in his expression was real, and it was making you dizzier than you had been all night.
But before you knew it, Jungkook was turning and quickly pacing away, disappearing in the crowd, and that’s when you could almost physically feel your heart sink. Any fire from earlier had been completely extinguished, and Taehyung must have noticed your change in behavior, as he pulled away.
He produced a breathy chuckle, snapping you back to reality and making you turn to look at him instead.
“We should probably stop there.” He stated, setting you back down to the pool’s floor, although smile still plastered onto his features.
“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what-”
“It’s fine, (Y/N). Don’t apologize.” He insisted, hands on your hips as he backed you into one of the walls of the pool; an action which made you more flustered in your sobered up state of mind. “But I was planning on hooking up with one of the girls in there, and I don’t think that’s gonna happen anymore.”
“Shit, I’m sorry-”
“Shh,” He sounded with a giggle, index finger reaching up to your lips. “I said, don’t apologize. Besides, this was probably more fun than that would have been, anyway.”
You gave a small smile at that, mind still slightly hazed from what you had just witnessed.
“But now people are probably even more convinced that, ya know, we’re a thing.” He spoke, amused smirk on his face.
“About that; you didn’t think you should have told me that that’s a thing? I had no idea that’s what people were saying. Minyoung, too!”
“Well, it wasn’t me who started walking around and saying that we were fucking.”
“No, but you obviously haven’t been denying it, either.”
“I thought it was a good cover-up, though. Unless you want people to know how those panties actually ended up in my hands.” Taehyung suggested, voice lowering an octave.
Your heart felt like it had caught in your throat at that, eyes widening as you looked at him. It was the first time he had ever spoken a word of your and Jungkook’s incident, and you didn’t know how to respond.
“See? I thought so.” He finished, his expression close to unidentifiable. You couldn’t tell what he thought of it all, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask either. You weren’t sure you even wanted to know. Because he would be the first person you would talk to about it, so you didn’t know what to expect.
“About Jungkook-” He then started, making your muscles even more tense for only a split second, before the glass-doors were opened, cutting him off.
“Hey, Tae,” Hoseok called, sly expression covering his features. “Hate to be a cockblocker but Yoongi keeps calling your phone. Thought you should know.”
‘Yoongi.’
A cold shiver flowed down your spine at the mention of that name, and you turned to Taehyung with squinted eyes.
“Ah, okay,” The boy sighed, looking at you apologetically. But there was another emotion mixed in there; one that you had a hard time trying to pinpoint. “Sorry, cutie. I’ll see you later.” He smiled, giving your cheek a brief peck before he was jumping out of the pool, entering the house with Hoseok by his side, leaving you alone in the lukewarm water.
Finally you had a moment to breathe for yourself. To think everything through. Not that it would help, because everything was so confusing. Jungkook was so confusing. He was messing with your head and you couldn’t take it.
All you really wanted was for everything to go back to the way it was before. You and him sharing mutual hatred for one another. Because it had been much easier to deal with.
Although, you knew that it was impossible. Because after that night, something inside of you had changed. And that would be expected, after what the two of you had done. But it wasn’t that simple. You had started looking at him differently, in a way you couldn’t quite explain. He was the same as he had always been, but the thoughts that he triggered in your mind were completely different. And it scared you half to death.
[SEP 24 - 2017 7:49 PM]
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