#I would say 'as a white girl' but no my Black classmates got the same lessons I did at school
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it's not ALWAYS like this, of course; some of them were okay. but. A Worrying Amount Of Bad Stuff Gets Glossed Over
growing up in the southeastern US as a girl in the early 00s was like
"hey kids, this white woman did something unusual and independent in the early-mid 19th century, despite the misogyny of her time! girl power!"
[5-10 years later when you do your own research]
"so, here's how many human beings she, specifically, held in bondage, and-"
(I'm not saying this would be as easy to explain to kids as "if your classmate is really good at drawing, that's good, right? but it's bad if she also pushes people down on the playground. sometimes people do good things in one way, and bad things in another." but. it definitely would)
#I would say 'as a white girl' but no my Black classmates got the same lessons I did at school#and were encouraged to Girlbossify the same people#yes it is very interesting that Adelicia Acklen had a prenup in the 1840s! married women's property rights were A Big Fight For Us!#she also literally was married to a slave trader and owned 750 people though!#and I feel like we should not leave out the second thing in talking about the first one!#us history#slavery#racism#southern history#intersecting axes of privilege and oppression ahoy
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Endless Summer || j.jk
~ Pairing: jock!Jungkook x nerd!reader
~ Genre: academic rivals to lovers , fluff, angst, smut, college au, slowburn
~ Summary: Summer vacation was right around the corner. Being in a program that required you at the beach every day was a big pro. After seeing Jeon Jungkook at the same beach as you everything was ruined. Jungkook was the school’s heartthrob. Girls throwing themselves at him left and right, going to parties every other day, and coming in and out of those parties with different girls. Not to mention he’s the biggest dick you’ve ever met. Avoiding him was in your best interest. His being there threw avoiding him out the window. Summer can’t be that bad. Right?
~ word count: 13.4k
~ Warnings: golden era!jk (yes this is a warning) oral (m & f receiving), doggy, dom!jk, sub!reader, dirty talk, unprotected sex (be smart), aftercare, so much fluff!
~ A/n: God, this is my first time writing ever!! I really hope this finds the right audience and readers please enjoy. i pray this doesn’t come off as a boring story pls pls show some support, it’d be soooo appreciated 🫶🏼🫶🏼! Happy reading!
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For the past thirty minutes you sat staring at your suitcase still trying to figure out what the hell to pack for the next months. The program that you joined had asked everyone if they wanted to go on a trip for extra credit to work for the beach down by Busan for junior year. Not that you needed it, you had zero plans made for this summer.
Niki’s out of town visiting her family for the summer and Sohee’s out doing what Sohee does, probably out exploring abandoned places or getting high somewhere. Who knows? You decided to get up and start packing. You walked over to your closet to skim over your outfits and carefully picked out a few outfits for the next few months. After two hours of packing, your phone dings with a notification from Niki
Niki: omg can’t believe it’s summer already! have fun on your little trip down to Busan. If anything happens call or text me right away! Luv ya!
You smile down at your phone. You and Niki have been friends for years, you first met in your freshman year of high school. She taught you everything, from how to do your make-up and style your clothes and all that fun stuff. Funny how you both got into the same college and ended up sharing the same dorm. She’s gone around the campus having different guys in and out. You would say you guys are complete opposites. You would rather stay in and watch a movie or something instead of going out and partying with drunk college students and grinding my body against sweaty skin.
After finishing up the last of your packing you respond.
Me: heyyy, omg I know! The school year went by so fast, say hi to your mom n dad for me and give Nani kisses for me! And of course, you’ll always be the first to know everything! Luv u too! Enjoy your summer ♡
Putting your phone down, you check when you are supposed to leave and meet everyone at the train station. The ticket said 8:00 am. You set your alarm for tomorrow and get ready for bed. Checking your phone for the last time you turn the lights off and drift off to dreamland.
~
Waking up to your alarm clock blaring in your ear. It’s near 6:00 am, you get up and start getting ready. Walking into the bathroom you bring out your skin care routine. After finishing up and brushing your teeth, you go back to where your vanity is and start with your makeup.
Choosing what to wear was easy, you chose a simple outfit. An oversized black hoodie, black parachute cargos, and white gamma forces. You come out of your room to the living room and take your bag off the counter and get the rest of the bags for the trip. The drive to the train station took longer than expected. Traffic was horrible. The ride was said to be only about 30 minutes, you ended up getting there about an hour later.
After blasting music on the way there you had finally arrived, you see a few of your classmates from previous classes and walk up to say hi. “Yunjin!” You shouted her name, catching her attention.
She waves at you and starts making her way over. “Oh my god hey girl!” She goes in for a hug and starts talking about the next two months. “This is so exciting! I’ve been waiting for this trip for so long, I hope we get free time because I’m too exhausted from all those tests.” She says with low shoulders. Out of nowhere she gasps and turns to you “You’ll never fucking guess who I just saw” You look at her with a curious face “Who?” she leans in closer “Jeon Jungkook”. Your face had gone red. Hearing Jungkook’s name coming out of her mouth left you shocked. Not forgetting the history, you and the boy had.
It all started in junior high in the 7th grade. You had finished your final tests of the year, and the scores were finally out for everyone to see. As you walked up to the board, expecting to read your name first as it always is on top of the board. Standing behind a tall boy with dark raven hair you moved to the side to peek at the score you had got.
Before you could even take a glance at the highest score the boy yells close to your ear. He jumps in the air and says “LETS FUCKING GO” he turns around and notices you, he looks you in the eye before walking away. You go up to the board and look for your name. Right above your name is Jeon Jungkook.
You couldn’t believe your eyes that he out of all people managed to score above you. You glare at him and say “Hey! Did you cheat?! There’s no way you have the highest score after me when you couldn’t even place last year!” He scoffs at you and looks at you with narrowed eyes “I’ve earned that spot being last doesn’t feel good right? Stop being such a conceited bitch and learn how to share the board. Accept you're not the smartest in the school” he snares and walks away. You had felt a surge of anger towards that day and couldn’t stand to be around him for the rest of your life. You promised yourself to avoid any contact with Jeon Jungkook and to make sure he never topped you again.
After staring at him for atleast five minutes you snap out of your thoughts. Looking over at Yunjin you say “What is he doing here? I’ve never seen him attend any of the meetings or give any interest in the program” she looks back at you after looking at him “Yeah, he and Yuno are close friends. I guess he brought it up to him and took it upon himself to ask Jungkook to the trip” she shrugs. You glance over at him again and see him talking to Yuno. You never noticed his pretty features. You hadn't seen him since you bumped into him at the café all those months ago. His hair got longer, he has more piercings, and a lot more tattoos on his right arm. Has he always looked this good?
No, thinking like this is wrong. You needed to remember all the cruel names he called you. You decided to look away after hearing the announcements on the speaker. “Train number 7 now boarding.” is heard. Going to grab your things a hand is placed on top of one of yours. You look up and you're met with those same eyes that looked at you with hate.
“You need help with that?” he smiles at you “No thanks I got it”. You quickly take the bag from his hand and board the train. Luckily, you had moved quickly enough so you could get a shared booth with Yunjin. You place your bags in the overhead compartment and get settled. It would take you about 3 hours to get there. Now settled in your seat you lay back with your head resting on the head rest and blast your music. Just as you became relaxed you felt your hoodie become wet with liquid.
“Oh shit, my bad” he says
You look up at the voice. Of course, it’s him. Jungkook looks up at you and rolls his eyes.
“Nice going dumbass” you say under your breath.
Yunjin grabs tissue from her purse to help and says “God, what the hell is his problem? He really had the audacity to walk away and not even apologies.” she said.
After heading to the washroom and putting on an extra T-shirt you had in your bag you walk back to your seat but not before you look up to see Jungkook, watching as you walk past him, you turn your head forward and sit back into your seat. This is going to be a long ride.
~
Arriving at the dorms was a hassle. Taking everyone's stuff off the train was a breeze but sorting everybody into two buses was more difficult than it should have been. Surprisingly enough you and Yunjin ended up sharing a bigger dorm with two other girls, Irene and Jini. You and Irene shared the same economics class and Jini had recently signed up for this program.
You walked around the building and noticed a pool and a hot tub placed in the back. The kitchen area was big enough for atleast fifteen people. Walking back to the common area, everyone went their own ways into their rooms and decided to meet up around one for lunch. After opening the door to your home for the next two months, you were met with the most beautiful window view. Looking out to the beach you could see the waves crashing against the shore and people enjoying their time with their families and loved ones.
After taking in the view, you walked over to your bag to pick an outfit out for lunch. You lift up one of the outfits you had picked out while packing. Touching up your makeup and getting your shoes on, you all leave to head down to meet everyone in the common area. As you walked out of your dorm, you were (yet again) met with the sight of Jungkook as you looked at each other. His dorm is right across from yours. Great! You had thought, this summer couldn’t get any worse. He looks at you up and down, smirks and walks away.
~
You walk down the stairs to see a few people waiting. As you were waiting, you met up with Irene and Jini, Yunjin was still getting ready as were a few other people. Looking around the room you catch Jungkook taking a glimpse of you with his hands in his pockets. He wore a fitted T-shirt with his arm full of tattoos on display along with cargo pants. You make eye contact with him for several seconds before looking away to find Yunjin.
Finally, everyone in count went into separate cars and explored what the city had in store for them. Busan was a big city; there was so much to do. An option you had was to look around for places you could eat at while you spent your time there. You decided to walk around and look at the stores. A small old lady had her hand out waving you over to her stand. “I have a beautiful bracelet that has your name written all over it,” she said.
“It’s really pretty but I'm not looking to buy anything right now” you kindly declined her offer
“Please have it for free, it compliments you so well” she raises her hand with the bracelet
It was decorated in white shells and blue starfish charms. You took the bracelet from her hand, and you thanked her. Finished figuring out where to settle you chose a restaurant that wasn’t far from where the car was parked.
Finding a table wasn’t difficult. The place wasn’t packed besides a few of the other students that chose the same spot were empty. The empty space was filled with the noise of the bell at the top of the door, you look up to see where the noise had come from and that’s when you see Jungkook. He stood there with Yuno and the rest of his other friends. He goes to sit at a table near yours.
You made eye contact, and he scoffed. You roll your eyes at him, and he speaks up
“Are you following me or something? You seem to be everywhere I am.”
You glare at him “Are you sure it's not the opposite? Every time I look up you happen to be where I am every single time”
He looks at you like you're mental “I think someone’s a little stalker we chose this place before you guys walked in” he sneered at you.
You look up to him and cross your arms, “I think the one obsessed is you, every damn time I look up there you are literally staring into my soul, what the fuck is your problem.”
“No problem here like you said I just happen to be here when you are” he shrugs
“Asshole” you mumble
Walking back to your table you feel his stare burning into the back of your head.
When you excuse yourself to the bathroom you couldn’t help but look up at Jungkook. He was laughing with his friends with his hands on his lap; manspreading. “God, damn it does he have to be so fine” You mumble under your breath
After freshening up you walk back to the table, and you see a girl next to him. She’s touching on his tattooed arm and giggling at what he said. You felt this weird sensation in your stomach. Was it jealousy? No way, but he can’t possibly be that funny she’s holding her stomach.
Walking back to the girls and sitting back down. Irene notices something off about your mood.
“Hey, are you okay?” Irene placed a hand on your back.
“You look a little red” You take your phone out to check your face. You needed to calm down.
“Oh, it’s just getting a little hot in here is all.” She gives you a soft smile and nods her head
After lunch was over, you decided to take a walk around the city to look around and find something to do to pass the time. Jini had found a photo booth near one of the stands selling handmade pictures “Guys!” she exclaimed “Let’s take some pictures!” Ten poses later, Yunjin found a bakery and got something to snack on while you looked around. After waiting for Yunjin and Jini you all decided to hang out and look at the scenery.
~
Walking back to the dorms it was sunset hour. The walk back to the dorms was breathtaking. The sun was setting low over the horizon, and the sounds of the waves crashing were soothing. When you got back to the dorms everyone filed to their rooms to relax and figure out the plan for what to do for dinner. You ended up texting Niki and telling her about today.
Me: Omg Niki, today was our first day of the beach program. We went out and explored Busan. It’s so beautiful over here I wish you could see for yourself.
Me: But you’ll never guess who I’m spending the next two months with
I wait for her to respond. It only takes a couple seconds until I see the three grey dots pop up on my screen.
Niki: Aww I miss you so much we should take a girl's trip soon! But pleaseeee tell me it’s not who I think it is
Me: Jeon Jungkook
Niki: NO YOURE LYING
You chuckle at her response
Me: I’m being serious
Niki: I thought he was stupid and didn’t show up to the meetings how did he know about this trip?
Me: Supposedly he’s friends with Yuno’s group and Yuno told him about the trip.
Waiting another few seconds until the three dots appear again.
Niki: Of course, he’s friends with them they all fuck around especially Jungkook
Me: You’re right, I should’ve known they were friends. Anyways I gotta get ready for dinner soon, I’ll update you if anything else happens.
This time she takes a few minutes
Niki: Alrighty! Enjoy your dinner and you BETTER tell me everything! I love you and stay safe!
You smile at her last text. Putting your phone down you start to get ready for tonight. The mentor wanted everyone to have dinner together so they could discuss the plans for tomorrow. Deciding to take a shower to wash off the sweat from today’s adventures and redo your makeup in a different style. You curled your hair and chose different shoes, deciding to go with low pumps to make walking around easier. The dress you had picked out was a simple little summer dress with small flowers decorated all over.
~
Walking downstairs you see Jungkook with Eunwoo talking. He’s cladded with a black blazer with a white shirt underneath paired with black dress pants and white shoes. In all honesty he looked handsome tonight. His hair is slicked back and he's wearing a chain around his neck with rings on his fingers.
As you make your way down the stairs, he looks up from Eunwoo to you. He looks back down and finishes his conversation with a smile.
“He looks like he’s about to eat you alive. I don’t blame him; you look so good” Yunjin says
You smile at her and compliment her back “Oh my God, are you kidding? You took my breath away the second you walked out of the room; I love your makeup” you say giggling. The mentor comes up and introduces himself when everyone seems to be present.
“Hello everyone, my name is Mr. Kwan I will be in charge of everything that goes on around here and I will be announcing our activities for the next month or so.”
You look around and your eyes land on Jungkook. He’s standing next to Yuno now with his arms crossed. He must have felt your stare because he turned his head towards you and then to the floor. You can make out a faint smirk on his lip. You look away with a confused expression and take your phone out to check if you have something on your face. Not seeing anything you shake it off and turn your attention to Mr. Kwan
“Tomorrow is when we start your tasks. I will assign each of you to a job and that’s the task you must do for that week, every other week each group will switch tasks. You will get to have a day off as a break. Do I make myself clear?” Mr. Kwan says.
There's a mix of yeses and head shakes. He takes out a clip board and tells us what to do next. “Okay, I have two boards with the list of names, please take turns finding your name on either one of these” He places them down on a table and asks, “Any questions?” One of the many students, Vernon, raised his hand and asked, “Can we go out after hours?”
“No, everyone should be in their rooms with lights off, no sneaking out or bringing outside guest” As you walk over to the beach cleanup board and find your name nowhere to be seen. Finally walking to lifeguard duty, there your name was. But right under it say. Jeon Jungkook.
This means you’d have to spend the next two months in the presence of Jungkook. Shaking your head, you turn around back to Yunjin to figure out what she had gotten. But instead, you're met with a firm chest. Looking up to meet the face of the person you see him; he has his hands on your elbows to stabilize me.
“Watch where you’re going.” he says with furrowed brows.
He lets go of you and walks over to the clip boards. You hear him chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” You asked him.
He turns around to face me and says, “I have to spend my days at the beach with you? For two months? I’m going to die if I even spend another minute with you.” he shakes his head pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah, well I’m not so fond of you either Jeon. So, stop bitching about it, I’m not excited about it either” with that I roll my eyes and walk away.
~
At the restaurant everyone picked their own tables. You see Jungkook a few more tables down from where you’re sat, thank God. You took your seat next to Yunjin and talked about the events for the upcoming week.
“What did you get for this week?” I asked her.
“I have clean up duty. I heard the weather’s supposed to be nice so I’m not too worried” You clear your throat and sit up in your seat. “I have lifeguard duty and guess who I’m with.” You look over to Jungkook and he has a grin on his face with his arms crossed and his head tilted down.
“Oh no.” she says placing a hand on your arm
“I have to spend the next two months with him every single day. I don’t know how I’ll survive” you say rubbing your head.
~
Nearing the end of the dinner everyone gets up to leave and go back to the dorms. The restaurant was only a few minutes away, so some decided to walk. Those ‘some’ being you and your group, Jungkook and his, and a couple of other students. As you’re walking, you see Jungkook walking aside Yuno.
He has his hands in his pocket and he’s looking out at the beach. It looked beautiful tonight, the moon lit up the sand and the stars were beaming. Not looking at where you were stepping, you had tripped over your feet and waited to hit the floor. But you never made contact.
Instead, you feel a strong set of arms around your waist, and when you open your eyes; you see Jungkook looking down at you. You stayed still for a few seconds before he lifted you back up. His hold tight around you tight
“Be careful, idiot” he said before letting go
I stared at him. You had question why he didn’t just stand there and let you fall. He turned around to catch up with his friends and continued to walk back to the dorms like nothing happened
~
Back at the dorms everyone goes to their respected rooms and gets ready for bed. As Irene went to turn off the light, she heard a knock on the door. You get up from the bed and check to see who it is. When you open the door and you’re met with Jungkook and Yuno. Yuno speaks up and says, “Were going out, if you wanna join us you can.” Irene and Jini walk up to me
“Who’s at the door” Irene and Yuno meet eyes. He smiles at her.
“Um, were just gonna go out and hang, I was just saying that guys can come and join us if you want.”
“Uh yeah sure” she says.
“Alright, cool meet you guys down there in a few” You go to look up at him, but Jungkook had already had his eyes on you looking you up and down smiling. That’s when you realized you’re in a Hello Kitty pajama set. Looking down you quickly push past Irene and Jini.
Yunjin was fast asleep already, quietly making your way to the bathroom to get the stuff you need and change out of your clothes. You end up wearing a plain gray T-shirt with black baggy sweats
Finally done putting makeup on, only putting on some light foundation and lip gloss, you put on some white sneakers and start to head out with the girls. Closing the door softly, you walk out and see Jungkook with his arms crossed and back against the wall next to his door. He looks up and says, “Where are your Hello Kitty pajamas?” he chuckles. you stopped to glare at him and walk away. Before you could reach the first step, you felt his grip on my arm.
“Aren’t you scared were gonna get caught little miss goody two shoes” he raised his eyebrows.
“Go away, I’m only going out because YOUR friend invited us, and all my other friends are going out with you guys. I don’t want to be stuck in the dorm not doing anything.”
“And don’t judge my Hello Kitty pj’s I saw the big ass plush sitting on your bed when I went to go downstairs earlier”
He stops for a minute as he watches you ascend down the stairs. Hearing his loud footsteps following close behind you. Reaching the bottom of the stairs you see your friends waiting for you.
“What took you so long?” Jini asked
“Ask him” you point at Jungkook
“So where are we going?” you asked
“There’s a bonfire my friend is hosting. There’s gonna be so much we can do, I can’t stay in that tiny ass dorm all day” Yuno exclaimed. As you’re walking to the beach you feel someone walking next to you. Jungkook looks straight ahead as you make your way down to the bonfire. His hair is still damp from the shower he took, he’s wearing a gray crewneck with black shorts. His hands in his pocket he speaks up “Why are you on this trip?”
“I could be asking you the same thing. I haven’t seen you at a single meeting yet now all of a sudden, you’re interested?”
“Oh? So you pay attention to me now?” he looks down smiling
“No, it’s just that you never cared or even bothered listening to what anyone said about this program so now do you feel the need to participate in it?”
He looks everywhere but you.
“I don’t know, I heard someone was going to be here and decided fuck it and signed up.” he shrugs with his hands behind his back. You look up at him with a curious look on your face. As you were about to speak up you hear Yuno’s voice
“Yo, JK we could use a little help over here”
Jungkook looks back at you and says “Gotta go, don’t go tripping when I’m not here to catch you” he winks at you
He runs down to help the guys and you’re left confused.
~
Everyone was surrounded by the fire, drinking, and having a good time. Jungkook is across from where you’re sitting and he’s laughing about something his friend said. He looks up and meets your eyes and you quickly turn your head to look away. From the corner of your eye, Jungkook stands up to walk to the cooler next to him. He picks up a cool beer and makes his way over to you. He hands you the beer and sits next to you.
“How do you like it so far?” he asked
“Why are you being nice to me? You acted like you hated me the whole day” your eyebrows furrowed
“What are you talking about?”
“You know what it’s getting late, and I don’t have time to deal with you right now”
He stands up as the same time as you and grabs your arm “Wait”, you stop and look at him
“At least let me walk you back to the dorms”
Hesitantly agreeing, he lets go of your arm and you both make your way back to the rooms.
~
It’s the first day of your tasks. Everybody separates into different cars. The beach you’re working at is only a 30-minute drive. All the seats are taken except for the one next to the person you prayed you wouldn’t have to see until you got to the beach. Jungkook looked at you and looked down on his lap. You finally went to sit down next to him. You put your earphones in and blast your music so you wouldn’t have to hear him talk.
You wake up with your head heavy against something. When you open your eyes and feel Jungkook’s head on top of yours and your cheek against his shoulder. Immediately you raise your head –waking him up in the process- and hop out of the car.
Taking in a deep breath you walk over to the ledge of the hill the cars parked at and look over the edge. You close your eyes for a moment to take in the salty air of the sea. The wind is blowing your hair out of your face. Little did you know Jungkook was staring at you; admiring the way you looked so relaxed. After a few more seconds you turn your head and walk over to the car to grab your stuff
You already had your swimsuit on under an oversized T-shirt and some shorts. It was an open back black one piece you had bought the day prior to coming on the trip. You carry your bag down the sand but feel it lift off your shoulder. You look up and see Jungkook carry it all the way down to your stations.
“Okay everyone, listen up” Mr. Kwan yelled
“I have assigned everyone a partner to work with for the next week, please come up to me and tell me your name”
As you walk up to Mr. Kim you tell him your name and he tells you who he paired you with. Surprise again you’re with Jungkook. He calls him over and tells him what he told you. Jungkook looks down at you and you look up at him. He smirks and walks back to where he set your things. Following behind him you unpack your things.
You grab your sunscreen, squeeze a dollop into your hand, and you rub it all over your body; starting on your front. Jungkook stands next to you as he takes his shirt off, showing off his body. You stare up at him and admire him for just a second. He looks down and catches your eyes
“Are you staring at me?” he chuckled
Looking away quickly you say “No, I wasn’t”
“Sure, whatever you say, you need help with that?” he says as he points to you struggling to get your back.
“Yes, please” going to hand him the bottle he squeezed some on to his hand and moves your hair to the side. He glides his hand across the span of your back. He starts at your shoulders and works his way down to the middle of your back. His hands moving slowly, getting closer to your lower back.
You clear your throat, and his hands are to himself now. You lay your hair in it’s original spot and you stand to look at the beach full of people. It was only 9:00 in the morning yet the beach was packed. Walking over to your stand you climb the steps and take a seat. Jungkook walks over next to the stand, and he has a floaty in his hand. A couple of minutes pass by in silence before he speaks up.
“When do you want to switch spots?”
“When we see someone drowning”
He sighs and sits down.
~
After nearly an hour later a group of girls walk up to him, and they giggle as loud as they can staring at him. He looks up at the noise and stares at them. “Excuse me?” one of the girls says “Yes?” she extends her arm out “Do you mind taking a picture of us?” Jungkook grabs her phone and angles it. “One, two, three” he takes the picture. The girl reaches for her phone and pauses to look at him.
“Hey, are you free tonight?” she asked him
Watching the interaction between the two you roll your eyes. What you don’t notice is that Jungkook looks up at you and back down to the girl
“Uhm, no actually, I do have plans for tonight sorry.” He rejects her offers and hands her phone back to her.
She has a disappointed look on her face and a sad smile plastered on her face. “It’s okay, I hope you have a good rest of your day”. With that she walks away.
Now at the end of the day and the sun getting lower, you and Jungkook switched spots through half of it. Taking turns every so often. He would try to make small talk, but you always managed to find a way around it. He looks up at you and calls your name
“You wanna jump into the water real quick” he says as he watches you make your down from the booth.
“No thanks, I wasn’t planning on getting wet unless I needed to.”
“Oh c’mon just real fast. The weather is nice around this time” he begged
“Jungkook I sai-”
Before you can finish your sentence, your body is being carried over his shoulders. You throw soft punches at his back and yell at him.
“Jungkook put me down! I’m not playing with you right now!” you screamed in his ear.
He ignores you and laughs loudly. His feet meet the water, once he's deep enough into the ocean he plunges you till you're soaked.
Emerging from the water you pull your hands back over your hair. Jungkook stops and stares at you. Admiring your beauty, when you catch him staring, he doesn’t look away this time. This time he stares into your eyes. It’s that has to look away.
“What?” you said
“Nothing” he clears his throat and looks down at the water
“We should probably head back to the car. The sun is starting to set”
You nod quietly and make your way to the shore. After one last glance at Jungkook, you walk over your things.
The walk back to the car was silent. He offered to carry your bags for you. You had rejected his offers repeatedly, but he insisted on carrying them up the steep hill back up. The way back was anything but smooth. The road was bumpy which ended with you and Jungkook bumping arms after every bump, it was summer which meant humid air. Your skin is slick with sweat. Wishing you were back to the dorms so you could soak in the hot tub.
~
When everyone got back to the hotel Mr. Kwan let everyone roam freely. You decided to head upstairs to your room to relax before going to the backyard spot of the building. When you open the room, you’re met with Yunjin and Irene.
“God, the sun has me so exhausted I could crash right now.” you said as you lay on your bed, body spread into a star fish.
“I know, who knew the beach would be full of that much trash” Yunjin complained
“Atleast we get to switch off, so we feel as equally as drained” you told her
“Yeah, lifeguarding was so easy. All we did was sat there in the sun and waited for someone who needed help in the water” Irene added
“Well lucky you guys, I literally took laps around the whole beach and still managed to find a piece of trash in the place I was already in.” Yunjin rolled her eyes playfully
“Well if you guys aren’t tired, you wanna join me in the backyard area?”
“No, you guys go ahead. I think I’m just gonna crash after I clean myself up. My body’s gonna be so sore tomorrow” she complained
“Yeah, I was planning on walking into the city and look for more things we can do while were here” Irene said
Looks like it was just you tonight.
~
When you woke up from your nap you looked at the clock and it read 8:00 pm. It was much later than you anticipated it to be. You get up from your bed and walk over to the bathroom. Turning on the sink you splash some water onto your face to wake yourself up a little more. You walk over to your drawer and pick out one of the bikinis you have packed.
It was a simple black two piece with bows on both sides of the hip. Covering your body up with only a T-shirt you make your way downstairs with a towel in hand and slippers on your feet. You open the gate and walk past the pool area to get to the hot tub. Before you left you grabbed a small speaker you planned on bringing and placed it next to the table near you. Playing calm music, you sink down into the water and relax your muscles.
It’s not a few minutes later you hear the gate crack open. You open your eyes and your met with the sight of Jungkook. He hadn’t put a shirt on before coming down there. His abs were out for display, his tattoos pretty as ever in the moonlight. His biceps are so visible that you almost faint. He looks to see where the music was coming from and catches sight of you in your bikini. Shirt thrown over the table with the speaker close to you. He walks over to you.
“Hi” he says lowly he stands behind you and his arms are leaning against the edge of the hot tub. His face hovering over yours. Your breath hitches as you realize how close he is.
“Hi’ you say quietly.
He moves so he can climb into the pool with you. Jungkook sits on the opposite side of you and relaxes in the water as you did. After a beat of silence, he speaks up
“I haven’t properly talked to you since” he pauses
“Ever actually”
You scoff and turn your head to the side in disbelief
“Yeah, I wonder why”
“Do you really hate me that much? All of that happened years ago, why can’t you just let it go?”
“Jungkook you called me names and you made me miserable. Not having those top grades; I would be punished so harshly because I wasn’t smart enough for my parents. I still hate you to this day because you never realized how much hurt you put me through?! There were so many times I've overheard you talk so lowly about me. Jungkook we didn't even know each other!"
"So, to answer your question, yes, I do hate you. Stop trying to talk to me out of the blue and act like we're friends because we're not. Leave me alone" Before you can get up to leave you feel his grasp tight around your wrist.
"Hey, look, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry I did all of that. But cut me some slack, I was failing and I finally got my shit together until you came in with your perfect grades and knocked me down. But like I just said this is all in the past. Can you please forget it?" he pleads
You pause for a moment, were you overreacting? Possibly. But you will never forget the cruel words he spoke about you. One last look over at him and you retreat back to your dorm.
~
It’s been a week since your last encounter with Jungkook. He hasn’t made any moves to try and talk to you. Your group was now doing trash pick-up around the beach. It was supposed to be hotter than the week before now that it’s getting later into the summer.
As you were walking around the beach to do your task you had a slight feeling of dizziness, but you decided to ignore it. You brushed it off as a headache due to skipping lunch and only having water. It was then that you realized that wasn’t the case because before you could lean back up from picking up a piece of trash you stumble back. Jungkook notices this and quickly runs over to you.
He stood behind you support you with his arm wrapped around your neck.
“Are you okay? You look pale, do you need water? Or I brought a few snacks in my bag before we left, do you want me to grab one for you?” he said quickly laying you down on the sand.
“Water is fine, thank you”
He walks over to his bag to give you his water bottle he drank from earlier. You quickly took a few gulps and retracted it from your lips. Jungkook looks down at you with a worried look.
“Look, I’m fine just give me a few minutes and I’ll be up good as new.”
“No, just stay here there isn’t that much left to be picked up. Stay in the shade until I come back. I won’t be too long” He walks away to finish your tasks with gloves over his hands also with a bag, and a trash scoop.
It’s minutes later that he’s back kneeling in front of you check how you were feeling.
“You don’t look so pale anymore. We should be done for today; the sun is already starting to set, and we should be heading back now.” he says as he looks at you.
He turns his back still in a kneeling position and you look at him confused.
“What are you doing?”
“Get on my back. You’re too tired to walk up the hill, I don’t want you passing out.”
“I’m not gonna pass out Jungkook. Stop being so dramatic” you say in an annoyed voice.
“Just get on my back” he demands.
You sigh and hop on his back like he asked. He had his bag swung around to the front of his body. He stands up and carries you like you weigh nothing. After reaching the top of the hill he sets you down and you thank him quietly. You both walk back to the car where everyone else is and drive back to the dorms.
~
As you and Jini were done putting on your face masks you hear and sudden knock on the door. When you open the door, you’re face to face with Jungkook. He looks up to see your bare face. It takes him a minute to get his words out
“My friends and I were gonna head out to get some drinks if you wanna join us”
You look at him with astonishment. Thinking back to your conversation from a week ago. Before you could decide against it Jini walks up to the door.
“Hey, Jungkook. Why are you over here so late? Shouldn’t you be in your dorm?” she asked
“Uh, yeah, I am but I was just asking if you guys wanted to come out with us tonight. Were just going out for drinks at this club I found not too far from here.”
“Oh sure! We’d love to go!” she says as she looks at you
You sigh and smile at her.
“Okay great come down whenever you're ready and meet us in the common area.” he says before walking away back into his room.
After you close the door, you walk over to the other girls and ask them if they wanted to go out with you.
“Oh yeah! Sure, we haven’t been out drinking in a while. And it’s nice to get out and away from the program and the dorms for a little bit.” Irene replied
“Yesss, I need to get out. I’ve been couped up in this building for far too long.”
Now with everyone’s agreement you all get dressed pretty for your night out. Grabbing a dress, you took out a SKIMS black dress that fitted you perfectly. You threw a cropped leather jacket with it and black heels. Your neck was decorated with a small chain, and you put your hoops on. The makeup look you went for was light. It consisted of eyeliner, mascara, and natural colored lipstick.
Once everyone was dressed you all headed downstairs to meet up with the guys. As you landed on the last step you look up at everyone. More specifically Jungkook. He had on a black jacket with black cargo pants. He also had chucky sneakers to go along with it. His ears were clad with multiple earrings, and you look down to his lip and see his lip piercing. He looked extremely good for tonight. He makes his way over to you.
“Are you guys ready?” he asked everyone, but his eyes stayed on you.
Yuno had ordered an Uber to drive to the club everyone jumped into the car and that left you sitting next to Yunjin. Jungkook was sitting by the window with Jini in between him and Eunwoo. Yuno and Irene had to order a seperate car because they wouldn’t fit into the car you were all in.
~
At the club there seemed to be a long line. Eunwoo knew a quicker way in and you followed behind him. You entered from the back way, where no one else could see you.
“Why don’t you guys go find a seat. We’ll get the drinks for you” Jungkook yelled over the music so you could hear better.
“Okay” you yelled back as you looked around for a big table.
The room was filled with strobing lights and heavy-based music. The dance floor was full of sweaty bodies. The air around you was humid "I feel so suffocated in here" you said aloud
" You wanna go outside for a minute" Jungkook came up beside you and placed a hand on your back.
"No, it's fine I'll get used to it" you smile at him.
The boys came back with your drinks and set them down in front of you. They had bought multiple shots and took them one by one.
Once you all had a decent amount of alcohol in your system you moved to the dance floor. Irene led everyone as they all followed behind. Jungkook was closest to you. He tried his hardest to keep his hands to himself, but you were making it difficult.
Your hips move to the beat of the song. He watched as you dance like you didn’t give a damn about anything. He smiled as he watched you in your own world. Jungkook starts to dance along with you, and you turn around and move with him. His hands now on your waist as you put your hands around his neck. His hands moved down to clasp around your lower back. He leans his head forward so it’s now resting against yours. You look up into his eyes and then down to his lips. You lean in closer, and then you're interrupted.
“You mind if I cut in?” a random man from the crowd asks
You now feel uncomfortable as you let go of him. He walks in front of you and stands protectively with one hand on your arm. Jungkook looks at the guy and his jaw clenches.
“Look man were just trying to relax and have fun. Leave us alone” he defends. You look down and see his hands clutched into a fist.
“I came out to have some fun too.” You turn your head towards the man
“And it looks like she’s getting a little bored” he laughs
“She’s fine, look if you don’t get the fuck out of here there gonna be a fucking problem” Jungkook yells.
The man starts to walk closer and extends his hands up to you. You clutch the back of Jungkook’s jacket tightly. He moves forward and swings at the man.
“What did I tell you. Get the hell out before I knock the shit out of you.” he yelled.
“Jungkook stop, let’s go” you grab his arm and try to pull him away.
Before you can move him away the man stands back up and tries to hit him before he can dodge it. He moves a little too slow and gets punched. He looks down to his hand and sees red cover his fingertips. Jungkook goes in for another swing and knocks him to the floor.
“Jungkook!! Stop it, just leave it alone so we can go” He looks up at you and turns away. You walk back to the table to collect your things so you can leave the club. You reminded yourself to text the others to let them know that you left. Jungkook sits on the curb, and you kneel in front of him. You pull out a tissue from your purse and put it up to his nose. After a beat of silence, you were the first to speak up.
“You know, I think I hate you a little less now” you say with a smile
He looks up at you and chuckles
“Thank you, for doing that. I don’t know what I would’ve done. And I’m sorry you got hit”
“Don’t mention it. As long as you’re okay, then I’m good” he says.
You smile to the floor and decide to order an uber so you could go back to the dorms
As you’re about to walk into your door you turn around and stop Jungkook before he could enter his room
“Jungkook, thank you again. I had fun tonight, minus the fight” you giggle
“I’m glad you did, goodnight” he smiles
“Goodnight Jungkook”
~
You’re back on lifeguard duty this week. It’s a bunch more calm than the first week of lifeguarding. Instead of sitting and switching spots for hours and not doing anything, you were able to roam around. As you were sitting on the chair you spoke up
“Hey, are you thirsty? I was gonna walk over to that hut to get something to drink” you point into the diretion of the stall.
“Nah, I’m good, thank you.”
Standing to walk away, Jungkook can’t stop thinking about that night as he watches you make your way. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you had your arms around. And how you trusted him to protect you. How close your lips were before that guy interrupted. He shakes his head from his thoughts and thinks about something else.
When you walk up to the stall you order a lemonade. You pay the man and wait for your drink. Looking around to see if anybody else was around, you see a guy. He’s about your age and much taller than you. He notices you looking at him and you turn your head back to the bar. From the corner of your eye you see him make his way towards you.
“Hey” he said as he tries to catch your attention. You turn your head towards him and greet him back.
“Hi” you smile at him
“Are you around here? I’ve never seen you before”
“Ah no, I’m not, I’m here for a program I volunteered for. I’m a lifeguard.” you told him
“Oh really? That seems like fun, I’m Kai by the way”
You tell him your name “It may seem like fun, but really all I do is sit and watch the people enjoy their time as I bake in the sun.”
He laughs at that. He clears his throat and speaks again
“Um, my friends and I are playing volleyball further down the beach. If you want to you can join us?”
Before you could answer Jungkook comes behind you and puts a hand around your waist. You look down to his hand up to him. He’s wearing his sunglasses over his head.
“Actually we have to get back to our dorm after our shift. We’re a bit busy at the moment.” he says with a smile on his face.
Kai looks at him with a surprised expression on his face. He looks down to you, you aswell have a look of confusion plastered across your face. Kai looks down and chuckles.
“Alright, sorry for asking.” with that he walks away his ego a little bruised.
“What the hell are you doing?” you look up at Jungkook.
“I was getting thirsty. And you were taking forever so I wanted to check on you.” he shrugs.
“You didn’t need to check up on me. I was fine” you roll your eyes at him
“Plus he was cute. I was so close to getting his number”
After hearing you say that Jungkook’s jaw clenches. He absolutely hates that he feels this way right now. Deciding to brush it off you both make your way back to your spot. Getting closer to the end of your shift. You start to pack your things as the beach dies down.
~
Back at the dorms Mr. Kwan decided to gather everyone for dinner to celebrate your hard work for the past month. Once you and Jungkook make it back he helps you take your things out of the car and follows you up to your room.
When you turn your back to him he waits for you to unlock the door; “Thank you” you say to him. He hands you your bags and stops for a minute.
The air is stuffy around you. You wait for him to speak up and say something. But his lips never move.
Before you know it, his face is leaned over yours, and your lips are over his.
The kiss is soft. Your heart is beating out of your chest, and you need to stop to catch your breath. Parting from his lips you look up into his eyes, noses touching; he takes a deep breath before walking away to his room, leaving you dazed and speechless; not knowing what to do you stand there and try to comprehend what had just happened.
Yunjin is on the other side of the door when you walk in. She looks up at you. “What happened?” she asked. You unintentionally ignore her and walk to the bathroom. Your face is burning with rosy cheeks. You replay the kiss in your head. It was completely out of the blue and caught you off guard. How were you supposed to act normal the next time you saw him. The dinner was in less than 3 hours. With all the extra time you decide to get ready and drift your mind elsewhere.
~
After everyone had finished getting ready. When you and Irene make it down the stairs Irene heads straight to Yuno. The night of the club you never heard her come back to the dorm. You suspected she had spent the night with him. She had her arms around his waist looking at him with hearts in her eyes.
Now by yourself you look around for any of your friends. You see Jungkook; he looks at you, but he doesn’t do anything. He meets you eye and looks away to his friend. The feeling you felt in your chest was confusion, anger, and a little hurt. How could he kiss you like that and act like it didn’t happened? Turning your body to find Yunjin; she walks down the stairs and her face lights up when she spots you.
“Okay, are you ever gonna tell me what the hell happened before you walked through our door or what. Your face was so red.” she asked curiously
“I’ll tell you later, I don’t want to think about it right now”
She looks at you with a worried look and shakes her head. Everyone gets into a car and the driver drives to the restaurant.
~
Once all the students were seated, Mr. Kwan raises his glass and clinks it with the back of a butter knife. “I would like to praise you all for working so hard for this past month” he says enthusiastically. He raises his voice an octave higher “With all your hard work I would like to give you the last 3 weeks of this month free, please relax, enjoy yourseleves, and have fun. You all earned it” he announces. A bunch of chattering is heard all around. “Now, please enjoy your dinners”
From across the room you see Jungkook laughing and chatting with his friends. Looking at him made you feel this sense of anger. Why are you mad at him when you hate his guts? Why are you did you feel that way when he had his soft lips over yours? Why were you feeling those emotions when you saw that girl flirt with him down at the beach? Why are you feeling all these things about him now?
Why
Why
Why?
All of these questions spiraling through your head like a mantra. Not taking the overthinking you walk out the resturaunt to get some fresh air. When you walk past his table he sees you walk to the exit. Jungkook excuse himself from his friends; he stands and walks into the direction you took.
He looks through the glass door and sees you pacing with your hands on your hip and a hand in your hair. You turn to the sound of the door opening. Jungkook stood there and walked closer to you. But, you take a step back.
“What was that” you ask him.
“What was what?” he has a confused look on his face
“Why are you playing dumb?! You’re just gonna act like you never kissed me and... and I wouldn’t do anything about it?” you exclaimed at him. Your emotions were all over the place. You had no idea how to handle them
He says your name quietly “It was just a stupid kiss, no big deal”
Suddenly, you felt a burning sensation in the back of your eyes. You didn’t know for sure how you felt. But you were sure there was something there.
“Okay” quietly
“I was just being stupid and thought something different but I guess I was wrong” you nod your head and make your way back into the resturaunt.
The tears dropping down onto your cheek made you feel pathetic. Pathetic for making you think that Jeon Jungkook had changed over the years. For thinking that Jeon Jungkook had real feelings for you. Before you walk back to the table you check yourself one last time to make sure your eyes weren’t puffy and your nose wasn’t red. Right now you weren’t in the mood for questions.
Sitting back down at your table and you see Jungkook come back from where you left him. He has his head down with a look of sadness on his face. He sits down next to his friends; less content than how he was before you left to go outside.
~
On the way back to the dorm Yunjin notices that your mood has dropped significantly since you came back into the resturaunt. When you finally settle into your dorm she asks you again, “Okay, for real this time, what the hell is up with you. You’ve been acting so different lately”
And that’s when you explain everything to her. From the kiss and to your conflicted feelings. In all honesty you don’t even know where you stand with Jungkook anymore. You’re between hating him and possibly having the fatest crush on him.
It’s then when it’s later into to the night you decide to call Niki. You missed talking to your best friend. It’d been a while since you last spoke to her.
After three rings she picks up the phone
“Hey babe! How’s the trip been so far? I haven’t spoke to you in so long is everything okay?” she speaks in a soft voice. That’s what you loved about her. She was there for you anytime of the day. You would be okay even if you hadn’t spoke to each other for days at a time. That's the type of friendship you had with her.
“Ugh Niki, I miss you so much. So much has happened and I need to tell you.”
“Oh no, what happened? Did something bad happen?! Did you get hurt?!” she says panicked.
“No no, I’m okay but something did happen.” you reassure her.
“Okay please tell me, you’re scaring me”
“Jungkook kissed me” the line is silent for a moment before it’s not.
“HE WHAT?” she yells into your ear
You have to pull the phone away because of how loud she was.
“He kissed me after one of shifts today. I confronted him about and I feel so stupid for thinking that he liked me because right after I asked him about it he said ‘it wasn’t a big deal’.” you tell her in a sullen tone.
“God is he dumb? Why would you kiss someone randomly and admit that it was nothing?” she sounded irritated.
“Exactly my thoughts. I’m so confused Niki one moment I don’t care about him and the next some girl is giggling next to him touching his arm and I feel so annoyed”
She sighs and calls your name calmly “I may be wrong but it sounds like you have feelings for him”
You pause and register what she just said. You? Had feelings for Jeon Jungkook? Everything is starting to come together in your head. You finally speak up
“Yeah, I think I do”
~
It’s been about a week since the dinner. You hadn’t seen Jungkook. The only few times you’d seen him was when you went downstairs to eat breakfast or when he left his room to go elsewhere. But tonight was different. With the free time you were given you spent it at the beach. You hadn’t gone swimming in the ocean for quite some time so you decided to put on a bikini, threw on some clothes you had laying in your drawer, and grabbed a towel from one of the cabinets in the hall.
You made your way down to the beach by yourself and brought your mini speaker with you. The playlist you had put on was a slow playlist. You watched the sun set while the song My Love is All Mine by Mitski played in the background. While the sun was still out you decided to take off your clothes and go into the water
From afar Jungkook spots you standing near the water; the waves are calm; he admires you from where he’s standing. You, completely unaware of his presence you dip your body into the water until it touches your waist. Your hair flowing in the soft wind. Behind you, you hear the water moving. When you turn your body to the sound; there he is. He’s standing with his shirt off arms out to see and his abs for show.
Completely in awe you snap out of it and turn back around.
“What do you want” you ask quietly.
“What? It’s a public beach. It’s not like you reserved this spot” he retorts back
“No, Jungkook. What do you want.” You hear him sigh. He takes a deep breath and finally says
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry that I kissed you so suddenly, I’m sorry I made you feel the way you did after I said that kiss was nothing, I’m sorry because that kiss made me feel so much.” he pleads. He places his arms on your waist and continues. “I’ve wanted to give you that kiss since I first saw you at the train station. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we bumped into each other at the café”
It had been several months since that incident.
You walked in on a cool spring day. The bell chimed at the top of the door as you made your way over to the counter. After you had made your order, you turned to walk over to a table. But before you can take a step you bump into something –or more something- you look up and see Jeon Jungkook. You hadn’t seen him since the beginning of sophomore year. He looks down at you with an irritated look; but when he sees your face his expression drops. You looked so cute with your double layers on; making you look so soft and hugable; your hair was up in a clip and your cheeks were rosy from the cold.
“Sorry” you had told him quickly and made your way over to your table. Jungkook was surprised it was you. You had grown into such a beautiful woman. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. From then on, he couldn’t get you to escape his mind.
“I heard from Yuno about this trip and figured you’d go, I thought this would be my chance to make things right between us. I’m so sorry I said all those things to you while we were growing up, I was stupid and let my ego get in the way. So, when I first saw you it’s like I couldn’t see anything else but you.” he confesses.
All of this new information being thrown at you, you don’t know what to do with it. You had thought for all those years and all this time the hate between you two was mutual. You couldn’t have been more wrong.
“I want you to understand my feelings for you. I want to try and make it w-” before he can even finish his sentence you pull him by his hair and connect your lips. He raises his eyebrows and sinks into the kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth. He places his hands under your jaw and his other on your waist. Without breaking the kiss, he picks you up; you wrap your legs around his waist. The sun has set by now and it’s starting to get cold. He let’s go of your lips and look into your eyes. You move your lips closer to his ear and whisper “You wanna go warm up somewhere else?”
Quickly, he drags you out of the water while you giggle into the air. He places you down and hurriedly picks your things up. He grabs your hand, and you make your way back to his dorm. His roommates are supposed to be out tonight; you had the whole room to yourselves.
~
Pushing you against the door he smacks his lips against yours. You sneak your hands under his shirt and feel his abs flex against your fingertips. You move to lift his shirt off his body. He kisses down your neck; he lifts your shirt over your head and your left with your bikini top and your shorts. He lifts you off the floor and manhandles you onto his bed. You lay on your back and look up at him. Your legs are spread with him standing between them. He glides his hand up your thighs and he drags your shorts down your leg.
You’re left with just your bikini on now. He kisses you on your inner thighs close to where you need him the most. Jungkook grabs the bow that ties your bikini together and undoes it. Your heat is exposed to the cold air. He kisses your hip getting closer to your pussy; his hot breath touches your lips, and you gasp quietly. Finally, he makes contact; he glides his tongue through your folds, and you make small sounds of pleasure. His tongue makes figure eights over your clit; he moves his hand under your thighs to pull you closer to his mouth. His strong grip has you breathless.
Jungkook squeezes your inner thigh and gives small kisses around your cunt. He dives back in and the only thing in the air is the sound of him slurping and licking up your slick. You moan his name out loud and place your hands in his hair.
“Jungkook” you moan out loud
“Say that again, baby. Let me hear you” he says
“Ugh, Jungkook please, please don’t stop.” you plead desperately
“Yeah, that’s it. Who’s making you feel good?”
“You! You are Jungkook!” you shout
You start to feel the pressure in your lower tummy. You tightly close your eyes, and you see stars. He pushes you through your orgasm and finally pulls away after you pull on his hair so he’s hovering over your face. You bring him down to kiss you. He slips his tongue in and kisses you softly. You can taste yourself on his lips. Jungkook pulls away and scans your face. Your fucked out gaze looking up at him. He places his hand over your cheek and stares at you.
“You’re so God damn beautiful. So pretty like the stars. I can look at you forever.” he says to you lowly. You look up into his boba eyes, you can see the galaxy in them. He looked so pretty up closely.
He leans in and kisses you next to your cheek. He kisses your neck and then, he pushes himself up. He’s on his knees in front of you. You can see his outline through his shorts. You go to sit up and place a hand over him. He looks down at you and you place soft pecks over his covered cock. He groans loudly; you then start to play with the waistband of his shorts; slowly you pull them. He’s left bare in front of you. You move your hand to stroke him. Feeling his prominent veins; you thumb at his throbbing tip and place soft kisses over it.
“Baby, what are you doing to me.” He looks down at you and strokes your hair.
“Can you take me in your mouth? Or am I too big for you” he teases
You laugh at that “I don’t know, why don’t we find out”
You like a stripe down his length and stop at his tip. Looking up into his eyes; his lips are parted and he breathless. His hand is placed on the back of your head. Finally, you take him into your mouth, starting slow. He moans and tilts his head back, his grip on your hair tightens. You bob your head back and forth, using your tongue and swirling it around his tip. Your hand moves to fondle his balls, and this makes his cock twitch. Hips moving to the rhythm of your mouth and his hand guiding you to his dick.
“Can I fuck your mouth baby?” You look up at him and nod.
“Tell him if I’m hurting you. Tap on my thigh if you want me to stop” With that he slams his cock to the back of your throat. You take deep breaths as you gag on him. Your nose hitting his pelvis he speeds up his thrusts.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it sweetheart. Doing so good for me” he praises you.
When you reach down to your pussy you can feel you’ve gotten wetter. He looks down to your where your hand was and pulls you away for a second
“Nuh uh, who said you could touch yourself? Only good girls get what they want if they behave” he reprimands
He pulls you back onto him and starts at the pace he was at before.
Before he can finish in your mouth, he pulls you away.
“Fuck I need to finish inside you. Can I do that, baby?” he asks you for reassurance
You nod up to him.
“I need you to say it, honey”
“Yes, please” you moan
“Turn around, ass up face down” he demands
He looks down between your ass and his cock. He then looks up between your shoulders. Your hair thrown over your shoulder and your top still on. Jungkook moves his hand along your back and unties what’s left of your bikini.
“Fuck” he says under his breath. Finally, he takes hold of his length and drags it along your folds. You whimper silently patiently waiting for him to enter you.
He strokes himself a few more times; you feel him enter you. Gasping loudly, he groans into your ear and moves at a slow pace.
“More, Jungkook, please” you beg
“Since you asked nicely” Suddenly he pounds into your hips. You can feel him in your stomach. His pace is rapid; hard.
“You’re so deep Jungkook, fuck!” you moan.
Repeating his name repeatedly like a song. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you. You can feel every vein that around him. Every thrust you feel them against your walls. He lifts your body until your back hits his chest. His hands over your tits squeezing. Rolling your nipples between his fingers. He kisses your neck, and he places his hand over your abdomen. “God, I can feel myself inside of you, baby” you whimper into his neck. And that’s when you finally snap. You tighten around him.
“God! Jungkook! You make me feel so good, baby” you cry.
With three final thrusts he finishes inside you. Breath heavy he slowly moves, milking himself in your tight cunt.
He places you down on his pillow and slowly removes himself from you. You whimper quietly from the loss of the feeling of him inside.
“I need to clean you up and you need to go pee” he says
Picking up his shirt that you threw across the room he wipes you down and you twitch from sensitivity. When he’s done, he looks over your face and giggles.
“Come on, honey. I’ll help you shower when you’re done.”
“Okay” you say softly.
~
After your shower you and Jungkook lay in his bed. He’s not expecting his roommates to comeback; they had gone out clubbing and he assumed they’d be out all night in someone else’s bed. Your head placed over Jungkook’s naked chest you draw shapes over his chest. Jungkook grabs your wrist and notices one of the bracelets you're wearing.
“You never thanked me for this” he says holding your wrist still
“What are you talking about? This old lady gave it to me for free a few weeks ago when we first got here”
He chuckles at you “That was me, I paid for it and asked her to play a part. Apparently she played her part well because you had no idea.” he boops your nose. You scrunch your face; you look up at him in disbelief.
“I can’t believe you do that, what if she talked to the wrong girl, huh?” you said amusingly
“Then some random girl would’ve gotten a free bracelet” he shrugs.
You laugh at him. “Well, thank you for this” you look up at him and peck his lips.
He digs his face into your neck and mumbles a small “Of course”
Then, you feel his lips press small kisses into the juncture of your neck, you start laughing. All of a sudden, he stops. He lifts his head so he’s looking at you.
“What are we?” he asks
Realizing you never really told him how you felt. Isn’t it obvious though?
“I could ask you the same thing Jeon”
Whispering your name, he says “I really like you; I want to make up for my behavior throughout the years I’ve known you. I feel so guilty because of the way I treated you. I’m sorry I ever said those mean things to you, baby” he wraps he arms around you; cuddling you.
“I forgive you” you hug him around his broad shoulders. “I like you too, Jungkook. Can we forget all of that? I want us to focus on the future only now.”
He nods at you and smiles. “Sooo, does this make you, my girlfriend?” he asks with a cheeky smile.
Giggling at his silly smile you nod “Yeah, I guess so, boyfriend”
He buries his into your neck again and sighs contently. It’s not long before you two are cuddling in the sheets and hes whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you drift off to sleep.
~
The next morning, you wake up to the other side of the bed empty. The sun is shining brightly in your face. You look down to your body and see the shirt Jungkook must have put on you while you were sleeping last night. You get up from the bed and walk over to the bathroom; but you don’t register the already running water turning off. When you walk in you see Eunwoo naked walking out of the shower. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry” you cover your eyes and quickly walk out. Picking up clothes that were thrown across the room from the previous night you manage your way back to your own room.
Thankfully, the girls are out doing their own thing. You walk to your own bathroom and clean yourself up a bit before walking downstairs to the kitchen. The air is filled with the smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Turning the corner you see Jungkook in a fitted sports t-shirt, over the stove cooking.
You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his torso.
“Good morning” you say in a sleepy voice
“Hi, sweetheart” he turns his body so he facing you now. He leans down to peck your lips. His nose brushing against yours. You smile at him.
“How did you sleep last night?” Looking up at him with an amusing look
“Well you put to sleep pretty damn good last night so I’d say a ten out of ten” you laugh as you get your coffee ready. He sneaks up behind you and puts his hands around your waist.
“I did, huh?” he lowly says into your ear.
He sways you side to side and digs his face into your neck.
“I was thinking maybe we can go out today and we can hang out in the city. We haven’t been here in a while; I want to see if they changed anything.”
This was Jungkook’s hometown. He basically knew everyone. When he finished cooking your breakfast you both sat together in comfortable silence and ate.
Finishing up your meals, you volunteered to clean up the dishes, but he was persistent in doing them himself. After fighting for about ten minutes, you give up and walk upstairs to get ready for the day. The outfit you chose was perfect for the weather. Your makeup was simple, and your hair was casting down your shoulders. When you finish putting on your shoes you hear a knock on your door.
Walking up to open it you see Jungkook wearing a big puffer jacket, white tank top, and light blue jeans. His hair slightly covers his eyes. The chain around his neck and his piercings does something to you. You look up at him and smile.
“Hi” looking at him with stars in your eyes.
You look so undeniably cute. With little bows in your hair and your soft cheeks looking at him. He looks down at you and leans in to peck you on the lips.
“C’mon, let’s go”
~
The weather today wasn’t as harsh as those other sunny bright days. It’s a bit colder than the last few weeks. It was a good thing you brought an extra jacket just in case. You cand Jungkook walk down the streets hand in hand. Looking around for the places you used to hang out at with your friends when you were still in grade school.
When you found the –now small- playground you and Niki used to play at, you let go of Jungkook’s hand and ran to it.
Gasping out loud you say “Oh god, it’s so much small than I remember. I haven’t been here in years.” amazed by how time flies by so quickly. Jungkook watches you with a fond smile as you reminisce on the old times. You sit down on the swings and gently swing your legs back and forth. Jungkook stands next to the swing as he watches you. The sun was shining on you and he looks at your eyes they’re glowing as you look down the sand with a smile on your face.
He goes to stand in front of you and holds on to the chain and stops you from swinging. You look up at him when you see his shoes appear in front of you. His hands over yours and he leans in close to your face.
His lips locking with yours in a soft kiss. He pulls back and he says “You’re so beautiful.” he places a hand on your cheek.
He looks into your eyes and he makes a promise.
Saying your name in a low voice he says “I promise you, I will to take care of you for as long as you let me. I promise I won’t hurt you. I promise to stay”
You look up into his eyes with tears laying on your water line. Moving your head to lay on his forehead.
Then, you pull him into a kiss.
“I promise, I don’t hate you Jeon Jungkook”
a/n: ahhh okay, i realllly hope you guys liked it, this idea came out of no where and I kinda made the plot up as I wrote, please show some support by reblogging, liking, commenting, and giving some feedback! I'd appreciate it so much
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summery : What, are we going to play all silent now? — Billy nervously clutched the steering wheel with one hand, held a cigarette with the other, smoking convulsively from time to time, he knows how the smell of tobacco in the car pisses you off.— Damn, I really don't understand what you're offended about this time! Do a favor — tell me, mhm?
TW's – pwp ( 18+ ), smoking, swearing, stimulation, sexual punishments
— What, are we going to play all silent now? — Billy nervously clutched the steering wheel with one hand, held a cigarette with the other, smoking convulsively from time to time, he knows how the smell of tobacco in the car pisses you off. — Damn, I really don't understand what you're offended about this time! Do a favor — tell me, mhm?
— Are you serious? — you finally shouted out, your nerves were on edge, even shaking with anger. — Billy, what the fuck did you do in the parking lot? A classmate just asked me about my homework, and you started waving your fists! And then just forced me into the car! Now you're pretending that everything is fine?
— Just asking? Do you think I don't see how this jerk undressed you with his eyes?! — the young man threw the bull out the window, he screamed so loudly that your ears were blocked. — Believe me, I know what's on his mind!
— Well, he didn't undress me in reality! — trying to shout over the guy, you spat out. Billy stopped the car abruptly. So abruptly that I hit your knees painfully, it seems that his torso also flew right into the steering wheel. For a moment, everything was confused, as if I got into some kind of meat grinder, or fell off a roller coaster during a dead loop, your head was spinning.
— What the hell are you doing? — you whimpered, looking at Hargrove. He clenched his hands into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his nostrils flared up and down like a bull's.
— What did you just say? — he looked at you point blank, as if not blinking at all, you were afraid to move, he had never been so angry. — Repeat. What did you just say?
— I.. — there was not enough air, you felt like a fish thrown ashore. — He didn't undress me in the parking lot, that is, he didn't do anything!
There was no answer — the guy abruptly jumped up from his seat, pinning you to the seat, his knees ached with pain, Billy leaned his whole body. He was so close that you could smell the tart smell of his perfume and cigarettes. The jacket smelled strongly of leather. The blue eyes seemed to have turned black. It was all Billy — adrenaline thrown into the blood, knuckles knocked into the blood on someone else's broken nose (in a fit of anger, of course), tangled golden curls, bleached in the California sun. He was all like a huge hurricane, demolishing everything and everyone in its path.
— Oh.. — he breathed hot air into your face, — Well, yes, so if this asshole fucked you in some back room, you wouldn't mind, would you, baby? — he grinned, his curls tickled your neck.
— No, Billy, what are you... — you didn't have time to finish, the guy squeezed your wrists, you screamed.
— Probably dreamed on cold nights in your crib about how he would press his dick against you, so that you could feel the heat between your legs? — he began stroking your knee, raising his hand higher and higher, lifting up the white dress. — He will bite your thin pale neck, he will whisper obscenities in your ear..
— Billy. — I barely uttered, I was scared, but at the same time I felt a viscous excitement, it spread through my body like honey, I licked my dry lips, — No...
— Yes,honey? — his hand floated to the inside of your thigh, tightly squeezed your buttocks, smoothly pushed the elastic band of the panties, penetrating inside. — Yeah, you're all wet, what a bad girl, does it turn you on?
You tried to restrain youe moans and heavy, ragged breathing, and closed my eyes. Billy jerked me up, roughly putting you on his lap.
— Maybe he would have fucked you in the locker room after p.e? — the blonde slapped you on the ass, you mumbled strangled into his shoulder, the sound of the slap stuck in his ears, blood was beating in his temples, his pulse was frantic. — Stuck his fingers in your mouth, ordered you to suck, yeah, baby?
— Billy, please. — you squirmed in his lap, feeling his intense arousal through the stretched fabric of his jeans. The guy slapped you on the buttocks again, the body instinctively caressed his palms.
— Please, what? — you could literally feel his predatory grin. His hands squeezed your breasts, touching your nipples, slid along your waist, stroked the hips. Another slap followed, hitting you right between my legs. You rested palms on the inflated male chest, trying to hold on.
— Put it inside me. — you said, kissing him on the lips. He growled into the kiss, penetrating his mouth with his tongue, then stroking his hair, then squeezing his buttocks again. — Billy, I really want..
— Shh. — he hissed in your ear, smiling a little, a swarm of goosebumps went down your back. You felt bites on the neck, his long fingers penetrated the thin dress again, it seems that the fabric was about to tear under his pressure, he pushed the edge of the underwear, pressing on the clitoris. — I'm not finished yet. So, do you want that damn classmate, huh?
— Fuck, Billy, I only want you, stop this torture already, I beg you. — you were almost crying with annoyance, burrowing into the golden curls of the guy and licking your dry lips.
— Great. — he smoothly entered you with two fingers, stretching, quickly moving them back and forth, smearing the moisture between the labia, kissing hard. You mumbled right into his lips, ceasing to realize the reality. — Don't hold back, honey. Cum for daddy.
After these words, flies appeared in front of your eyes, a couple more thrusts. You groaned loudly, arching your back, sticking the guy somewhere in the neck area, his earring in his ear tickled his temple pleasantly. You have never experienced this, it seems to your that you almost fainted from pleasure. You felt my muscles throbbing violently and tried to catch my breath.
— Are you all right there? I hope I didn't kill you? — hearing a chuckle, you finally opened my eyes. Billy was beaming, baring his snow-white teeth, his hands tremblingly held you by the waist. His perfume smelled of rum, spices, tobacco.
— I'm sorry. — you smiled back, he helped you to sit on his seat. Your body shuddered a little.
— I'm sorry. — he took out the red marlboro again, lighting up. You stared at him in surprise, Billy very rarely apologized to anyone. — I shouldn't have yelled at you. And I'm sorry if I hurt you. I have some fucking problems with self-control. You noticed, right?
— If you want, we can.. — you were embarrassed to talk about it, your cheeks were covered with blush. — you didn't finish, and..
— No. — Billy shook his head sharply, exhaling smoke from a cigarette out the window, — Your first time won't be in a fucking car. And I want you to want it yourself.
Still in shock from the sharp prick of tenderness, Billy is not at all peculiar, you opened your mouth. The guy was grinning at you.
— What? You'll get blood on the car, my father will think that I killed someone. — the young man chuckled, looking at you.
— Well, you're a jerk, Hargrove, — you burst out laughing. — Will you give me a cigarette?
— No, honey, it's harmful. — he threw out the steer, starting the engine.
— What? And you smoke, what the hell, Billy, are you kidding? — you rolled your eyes, hugging your knees to my chest. The guy kissed you on the top of your head. Gloomy gray clouds obscured the nakedness of the pink confused sky. He was driving into the sunset.
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nonsense — 12. i despise you
five years ago still,,
“quit whispering in my ear, people are starting to stare,” you whisper to oikawa who was sitting next to you, arm lazily placed around the back of your chair. maybe they weren’t just staring at the both of you because of the whispering. you were already standing out being the only one in black in the midst of the white aoba johsai uniform.
“hm?” he hummed directly in your ear, which made you shiver involuntarily, you only hoped he didn’t notice, but of course he did. you see the teasing smile he held, something you were oh so familiar to.
the both of you were currently in his school, because that’s where the joint assembly was held, you had the choice to come here by classroom assignments or by club, you chose to come by club because then there would be less people crammed in the bus.
“i despise you,” you say to him when he starts playing with your hair. the amount of staring got worse. he was popular! did he forget about that? it’s like you could feel the harsh glares of the jealous girls wishing they could be in your position. they could take it! gladly!
but then you don’t really mean that, do you? shut up mind!
“okay, [name]-chan,” he says, eyes at the front as if he was listening to whatever the speaker was saying, honestly, you weren’t too, maybe you’ll ask your classmates tomorrow or something.
you’ve known of oikawa tooru since junior high, he was already popular since then (has this man ever lived when he wasn’t popular?). he was that cool and attractive senior everyone had a crush on, even you were enraptured, he was just so charming, but then you quickly realized that most of his smiles were fake the day you confessed to him, sorta.
it was the last day before his batch's graduation, he was surrounded by people like usual while you were anxiously carrying out a gift (it was milk bread, since you learned from a senior that it was his favorite food) to confess to him with. you tried to find a moment where you could be alone with him, it was difficult, since people kept approaching him left and right and you weren’t about to just walk over and hand him a gift, how embarrassing that would be, you didn’t even think he knew who you were.
but eventually, he was left alone, and you were there from afar watching how his cheery smile fell from his face and what’s left was a tired expression. you were taken aback since you never saw your senior look so gloomy. you hesitantly stepped closer, not saying a word and handing him a gift.
he looked up at you at first, confused, then you watched his mask slip on again as he gave you a smile, “oh? what’s this?” he took the gift gratefully as you froze in his presence.
“i-i’m your number one supporter,” you bowed, face heating up because you stuttered. a lot of people have probably said that to him.
“you’re… [name], right?” the way he spoke your name made your heart beat obnoxiously faster. he knew your name! oh my god he knew your name! how did he know your name? “you’re from the journalism club, i see you around our games documenting it, thank you for the praises for our club!”
“you’re welcome,” was the only thing you could say as you stood up straight again. “i’ve also seen some of the shows you’ve been in so far, i think you’re really talented,” your face was impossibly redder. “t-that’s all, thank you, goodbye,” you say and run away, you hear him call out another thanks but you didn’t have the courage to look back.
you thought that was the last you’ll see of him, since you didn’t end up in the same highschool anyways, and your tiny little crush on him had faded. that was until you showed up at the house of the little boy named takeru you were supposed to be tutoring and jumped when you saw his figure sprawled on the couch. you continued tutoring takeru peacefully and ignored oikawa tooru. the last time you saw him was embarrassing, you think he’s forgotten about you already, you hoped he has.
but when you were on your way to leave he waved a complacent goodbye, “have a safe walk back home, [name]!”
and all of that lead you here to this moment, the assembly had ended and you were being dragged around by oikawa tooru to his classroom because he forgot something in there and decided you should come with him. now you were sitting on one of the classroom chairs— it was a really nice desk, why couldn’t karasuno get a clean not-carved by students' desk.
you watched as oikawa pokes his hand inside his desk among the countless school supplies he left there.
“what are you trying to find?” you ask, head laying on the desk.
“my pen! the one you gave me,” he said, “here it is,” he says triumphantly, showing you the pen with a crow design on it, yes you gave the captain of aoba johsai karasuno merch, what about it?
oikawa leans back on his chair, stretching, “god, i’m tired.”
“has your schedule been packed this week too?” you ask, face scrunched up, you were worried of course, for the past year, you’ve been exposed to oikawa’s rather hectic life, you try to remind him all the time to watch his health.
“yeah, glad i have the weekend off though,” he sighs, he then stood up from where he sat, walking in front of you, blocking your view of the board, “do you want to go eat out?”
you pause, looking up at him, “are you asking me out?” your face heated up at the thought, you just blurted that out without thinking, you were just supposed to ask that in your head.
oikawa notices again, of course he does, he notices everything. he leaned down a little, a hand on the back of your chair, the other on the desk, "[name]-chan, it seems like you're starting to fall for me," he smirks, he was teasing you like usual.
you try to give him a deadpan face as you curl your hand around his tie, tugging him down close to your face, you felt his breath hitch, now he knows how it feels, "and what if I am?” you say boldly. inside you were a complete mess, because why were you confessing, why were you confessing.
alone in this big classroom with just him and you, the warm hues of the sun filtering from the glass windows, from this angle, oikawa’s face was just so close, you realize you were still holding onto his tie so you let go of it abruptly.
you watch as oikawa gulps, “i like you too, [name],” he says it softly. it wasn’t teasing anymore, and now the two of you were incredibly red.
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✦ fun facts !
[name] meets the other boys shortly after this
oikawa and [name] dated for a year and a half!
[name] is a tsundere, if it isn’t obvious enough lol
nonsense ! an oikawa tooru social media au
synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).
a/n — god i love writing fluff
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Prompt: Cooking together and healing wounds
Warning: Slight season one spoilers; hurt/comfort; slight descriptions of blood and negative thoughts; sad ending.
N/A: I had this idea a while ago while looking at the first season, but I just got up the courage to finish writing and editing it now. It's a bit ironic that I write tentative comedy with Megumi while leaving the angst to Yuji. The title is from the song Happier by Marshmellow.
“Please, Fushiguro” Itadori begged, hands clasped in prayer and a prominent pout on his face.
“I won't do that, Itadori. Do not insist." Megumi took a sip of his coffee, watching the pink haired boy offer the biggest version of kicked puppy dog eyes he had ever seen. Before Itadori opened his mouth to argue, Megumi added, "Besides, it's late to be playing cook with you."
From the couch in the common room, eyes still down on his cell phone, Kugisaki groaned in impatience.
“Just say yes so this idiot will shut up.” She points a blue-painted fingernail at him. “Not a piece of that emo ass of yours is going to fall off anyway.”
Megumi muttered an expletive.
Kugisaki was proving to be much more frustrating than Itadori.
Well, actually she wasn't wrong, but the very idea of cooking after a training day when everyone could very well order takeout was silly to say the least. What's the point of having Gojo's credit card if they can't use and abuse it?
“Okay, fine.”
"Yes! Good one, Kugi!” Itarori exclaimed at the same time that Kugisaki, with the same petulant expression as always, retorted: “See? Not a single strand of that sea urchin hair of yours has fallen out.”
Megumi wasn't really sure about that, but he was too grumpy to care about Kugisaki's nasty nickname. Instead, he got up and took the mug of coffee grounds to the sink.
He sometimes hated his outgoing classmates.
Even with his back turned and clearly pretending to be ignoring them, Kugisaki added:
“And make sure those meatballs are excellent! I'm a very demanding girl.”
Itadori suddenly appeared at Megumi's side, slipping an arm around his shoulders casually and intimately. The sponge slipped from his hand. Megumi knew that the pink-haired boy was an enemy of personal space, just like Gojo, but even so, the one-armed hug took him by surprise.
The room was hot.
"They'll be the best you've ever had." Itadori hummed. “Family recipe!”
“I think it's really good. I'm giving up one of the food at a nice restaurant because of you, you hear?"
When Kugisaki left, presumably heading towards Maki's dorm, Megumi pushed Itadori's arm away from his space. The pink haired boy just laughed out loud, apologizing before heading to the fridge.
Megumi snorted, white foam on his hands.
“I don't know why you would need my help. After all, this is your family recipe.”
The accusing tone didn't seem to faze Itadori, who spoke without looking at him:
“Well, I thought it would be nice for you, you know. Eating only instant ramen and drinking black coffee is not healthy.” The boy cocked his head as he looked him up and down. Megumi forced herself not to shy away from his scrutiny, but heat still licked his cheeks. “And what do you weigh? 60 kilos? You need to eat better.”
“There is nothing wrong with my weight.” Megumi retorted, feeling torn between offended and intrigued that Itadori knew his weight. He studied the ingredients placed on the counter by the other boy, testing the weight of the chicken packet, before adding, “And I don't just eat that. Shoko wouldn't let it. She is very strict about food.”
Itadori stopped whistling an irritating pop tune upon hearing this.
“She's the doctor here, isn't she? Wow. I didn't know you'd known her for quite some time.”
“What are we doing anyway?”
If the change of subject surprised Itadori, he didn't show it.
Megumi didn't feel like telling Itadori that he had known Ieiri Shoko since he was six, when Gojo had taken him to her to find out what his red face, fever and vomiting could mean. Intestinal problem, of course. Anyone would have these problems being put on the candy-based diet that Gojo kept. At least, that's what Shoko said while ruffling Megumi's hair.
Itadori held out a knife to Megumi and a cutting board with a large ginger on it.
“Chicken meatballs with ginger sauce.” Itadori answered, as if it were obvious, which it wasn't. “Can you cut the ginger for me while I grind the chicken?”
Megumi shrugged.
"Clear."
“It needs to be really thin.”
"Okay."
“And watch out for...”
“Itadori, I am perfectly capable of cutting a ginger”
"Right. Just making sure. But if you have any doubts...”
"One more word and I'm leaving." Megumi threatened, pointing the tip of the knife at the boy. "Stay quiet."
Itadori raised his hands, as if defending himself against a wild cat. The smile on his face was so big it pushed his eyes and the scars beneath them up, almost as if they were closing. Megumi wondered if he didn't feel pain from smiling so much.
“Sure, sure. Pardon me. I will not talk anymore.
“You are still talking.”
This only made Itadori laugh harder.
"Now. Now I won't talk anymore. Interest. Pinky promise."
“Itadori...”
The pink boy pursed his lips now, sliding his index finger over his thumb as if zipping it up.
He turned his back on Megumi, working on what should be the chicken, leaving the sorcerer the simple task of chopping – in thin slices, as “ Chef Itadori” said – the ginger. The penetrating and spicy aroma was not unfamiliar to Megumi. It reminded him of when he cooked with Tsumiki, adding more seasoning than necessary since neither of them had a recipe book, which resulted in spicy, strong food. His sister just stuck out her tongue and moaned in disgust, but Megumi always liked the sting of his tongue.
It was good. A good memory despite all the poverty they lived in.
Of course, that all came to an end when Gojo came along and included sweets in his routine. Tsumiki loved it and Megumi liked that she was happy. She deserved it after all.
Megumi felt that familiar feeling of anguish in his chest, the same as when he remembered his sister.
Tsumiki was good, kind and understanding. She deserved all the happiness a human could deserve.
But the world is uneven, isn't it?
And people like Megumi end up getting what they don't deserve while people like Tsumiki, truly good and without a hint of selfishness, are affected by curses and thrown into a hospital bed with no prediction of waking up...
The spiral of thoughts is cut by a wave of pain.
Red drips onto the cutting board.
“Fushiguro!” Itadori exclaims, appearing at his side quickly. "Are you well?"
“Oh, sure.” He replies, still staring at the small cut on his index finger. A red line runs down the milky skin. “It was a small cut.”
"He is sure? I'll get the first aid kit.”
“Itadori, this is an exaggeration...”
His comment was of no avail, as Itadori already had an arsenal of bandages and antibiotics. It would be ridiculous if the selfless gesture didn't take Megumi by surprise. It wasn't a deep cut and it would probably stop bleeding if he just pressed on it, but Itadori didn't seem to think that way if the way he carefully held Megumi's hand to clean the cut, much larger and warm fingers gently wrapping around his fingers – and perhaps reverence? – it meant something.
Megumi swallowed hard, not knowing how to deal with it – or with the way his heart missed a beat when Itadori gently blew on the wet wound.
He had a notion that Itadori probably wasn't used to seeing open wounds as often as Megumi himself had. No, the pink-haired boy had a nice life with his now-deceased grandfather, with friends and probably middle-school sweethearts all around him. Before meeting Megumi, he had never seen a curse rend the fragile flesh of heedless sorcerers with just one movement, never had to tend to their wounds after intense training and without pause because – according to Maki-san – 'curses won't care if it's sold out'. Yuji Itadori never saw what Megumi saw.
That thought makes his mood sour, any enchantment that Itadori is nursing his wounds dimming.
“Let go of my hand, Itadori.” Megumi ordered, pulling his hand away from Itadori's softness, caress and seal. He can't handle this anymore. "I already told you it's an exaggeration."
"But I'm not done yet." The pink boy whimpers, holding tighter, careful not to touch the cut skin. When Megumi tugged again, now feeling as if the tips of his ears had been dipped in embers, Itadori had the gall to laugh. “You look like a skittish cat. Let me take care of you.”
The words come out before Megumi can reflect.
"Why? Why would you do that?"
Why do you care about me when I threw you into this shitty life?
Megumi wanted to kick herself for having those thoughts.
He doesn't need help, Itadori's kindness, much less someone to care for him. Everyone knows that being a jujutsu sorcerer was a sentence, a race whose end was just a pile of corpses and dried blood. There was no gratification, there was no glory, there was no happy ending for anyone who entered this life. All that existed was a sense of purpose that each of the sorcerers clung to. Allowing people to come together, cross lines and bond was just a more painful way to end this marathon. Even the great Satoru Gojo knows this. Megumi doesn't want someone tending to his injuries, sharing fleeting moments like cooking together and caring. Because in the end, when all this shit with Sukuna is over, all he'll have left are sour memories.
He won't let Itadori do this to him, not when Megumi was the one who put him through this.
So why, even when he was hostile and visibly defensive, did Itadori still hold his hand and smile as if that was a silly question asked by a small child?
“Because I always take care of my friends, Fushiguro.” Itadori's eyes widened comically and his mouth dropped. “Is that a problem for you?”
Friends?
Megumi blinked, confused and a little incredulous. What was the damn logic behind Itadori's thoughts?
"What?"
“I know we don't know each other well, but I consider you one. I think near-death experiences do that.” Itadori responds genuinely. There's a crease in his forehead as he furrows his brows, seeming to contemplate that thought. His hand retreats after finishing the band-aid and Megumi tries not to miss the warmth of his fingers on his normally cold skin. "But if you're not on the same page, I understand."
"It's not that." Again the words leap out of him. "It's just... I never..."
I had someone to cook and heal wounds.
I had someone who cared besides Tsumiki.
I had a friend.
Even though Megumi knows he didn't say any of those things out loud, the soft look Itadori gives him shows that it wasn't accurate. He understands.
“Good, then I guess I can be first.” There's no pity, shame, or compassion when Itadori says this to him, just a softness and appreciative contemplation, as if knowing something new is a personal gain. “How about it, Fushiguro? Are we going to be roommates and friends?”
Megumi doesn't understand what's going on.
He doesn't understand Itadori.
It's frustrating.
Before he can offer a response, said boy backs away with wide eyes and a new urgency on his face.
"Oh no! I forgot the meatballs!” Itadori exclaims loudly, turning his back on Megumi. There's comic desperation as he adds, "Kugisaki will kill and use his nails to nail my coffin if I burn this!"
And, while Itadori fiddles with the pots and comments trivial things about the importance of being always careful with food, Megumi looks at the bandage on his fingers, memorizing the simple and tiny drawings of tigers under a blue background – it was probably bought by Gojo as a kind of a silly joke – and thinks maybe it's not so bad to have that kind of bandage under that kind of wound.
He'll think about what that means later.
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There's no later when Sukuna rips Itadori's heart out and throws it away, a red smile coloring his teeth, as Megumi stares at the scene with cold horror coursing through his insides.
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Fate?
BREWING LOVE NEXT DOOR (masterlist) chapter 2
Jung Wooyoung x neighbor!oc (Yujin)
Synopsis: because of her mother who loved coffee, Yujin had an unhealthy obsession with caffeine. Feeling down? Coffee. Feeling great? Coffee. Passed a test? Yay coffee. Failed a test? Naur, coffee. Her friends joked about her having more caffeine In her veins than blood.Now, after leaving her hometown and coming to Seoul, she was excited to study in KQ University. Will she die of shock after finding out that the handsome barista was her neighbor? Will she realize why people actually have crushes on baristas? Will she be able to confess?
Genre: fluff, crack, barista au, uni au, neighbors au
warning: slight Seongjoong? Yujin thinks Seonghwa is mother, frat party but labelled as Thanksgiving party, let me know if I missed something.
word count: 1k
note: I'm sorry for all the pov shifts and scene changes 😞 but hey, Chapter 2 is here. The story's just starting!
Nobody's POV
7:30
Yujin was late, not only for her classes but also for the new club she had applied to in University.
Today, the president of the club wanted to introduce the freshmen to the older students. And as a fellow freshman, Yujin was supposed to be early. Something that she most definitely wasn't.
Grabbing her things, she ran out the door. Bag in one hand, she carefully locked the door as she clumsily put her shoes on.
As she sat down in the room, she couldn't help but bite the inside of her cheeks, a habit she had. Right then, A slightly shorter boy, probably a University Junior, spoke up.
“Hello, our fellow university classmates and juniors, I'm Kim Hongjoong, the president of this club. I hope you guys will have a good time here…”
His hair was two toned, half black half white. Pretty cool.
He spoke more about himself and the club, also introducing the new ones to the vice president, Park Seonghwa. Another gorgeous man. Yujin had to resist the urge to say ‘mommy?’ Cus' he felt so…mother
But as Hongjoong carried on about the club, Yujin's eyes caught a beautiful sight. The beautiful sight was sitting across the room.
The barista from the cafe…he was chatting with a guy. Blond haired guy, to be exact…his hair looked like the boy the barista joked with, maybe he was the same person?
Yet, Yujin was regretting the fact that she didn't take a good glance at his name tag. What was his name!?
“Thank you!”
Yujin's new cheerful downstairs neighbor, Shin Ryujin, beamed at her.
When Yujin was about to go upstairs, she noticed that Ryujin was having trouble with putting some boxes up the stairs, so she decided to help. Plus, She hadn't met all of her new neighbors yet, but Ryujin was definitely a good one.
As the two girls were talking, Yujin saw a figure walk up the stairs. No way…
“What happened?”
Ryujin asked, confused as to why Yujin suddenly stopped talking.
Hearing her, Yujin came out of her little confusion. She turned to Ryujin and asked,
“The guy who just walked up, who was he?”
“Oh that? That's Wooyoung, Jung Wooyoung. Why? Did you get a crush on him?”, Ryujin teased.
“...no, I just saw him at the cafe, Refresh and Recharge. Then I also saw him at uni today, in my club meeting. I was just wondering…”
Yujin drifted off, well, only the first word was a lie.
Ryujin nodded, “hmm, yeah. He is a Barista at the cafe. He's also your neighbor”
“huh!?” Yeojin kinda whisper-yelled.
Confused, Ryujin mumbled, playing with her own fingers, “did you not know that or something…”
Yujin's POV
As I sat on my bed, I just did a quick review of everything I found out.
The boy I had a teeny tiny smol little crush on…is not only my clubmate and uni senior…but also my fucking neighbor!? Like a literal next door neighbor.
That's a lot to take in. Should I talk with him? I mean, he's only a doorbell away…
But then again, what would I talk to him about? That hey, bro. Nice to meet you, I think I got a crush on you cuz you're gorgeous. Please don't think I'm weird.
Yeah, he'd definitely think I'm weird. And his gorgeous face tells me he probably already has a girlfriend.
What if it's the other female barista in Refresh and Recharge Cafe? I mean, she was pretty, sounded polite. She seemed very lovable.
But hey! We improved a little bit. I now know his name. Jung Wooyoung, it's cute, if you ask me. Wooyoung.
Nobody's POV
And like that, Yujin spent a whole month going to Refresh and Recharge, trying to focus on her studies. She had to agree, Hongjoong and Seonghwa were a great duo, just one thing, they argued like an old married couple. A sophomore told Yujin that they were a very ‘parents’ typa friends.
She spent a lot of time in the evening, trying to figure out if she should ring her next door neighbor's bell or not.
She always got rejected by her own brain with things like ‘he probably worked very hard today, you should let him rest’ and ‘he’s also a student, he might be studying’.
It wasn't until November.
As her doorbell rang, she quickly fixed her clothes before opening the door. It was another fellow neighbor of hers, Karina.
“Hey Yujin! I wanted to invite you to the Thanksgiving party in my apartment. All of our neighbors are coming so I'd be glad if you came too.” Karina happily suggested.
Yujin had never been to this type of Thanksgiving party yet, so she accepted happily.
“Yeah, I'd love to”
Nobody's POV
I'd love to, my ass.
Now while she actually sat at the party, she realized she had nothing to do.
A cup of orange juice was in her hand as she stared mindlessly at the wall. Randomly playing with her own fingers once in a while.
Even Ryujin was having a fun time with her boyfriend.
After coming to the party, Yujin realized that it wasn't actually the typical thanksgiving party, it was nothing like a thanksgiving party. It was more of a typical university frat party.
Everyone was dancing crazily, some random couple making out in the corner. And Yujin could swear she saw someone drink alcohol in the other corner.
So when a hand tapped on her finger, she kinda freaked out, yelling, “WHAT THE FU-”, and then slapping her own hand on her mouth after seeing who it was.
The barista, the really handsome barista. Her university clubmate, and her neighbor…Jung Wooyoung.
Again, the mole under his eye made her choke on air, it was so…attractive.
He gave a little smile as he sat down in the chair in front of her, still maintaining a comfortable distance.
“If I heard the birdies right, you must be Yujin. Am I right?”
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My Highschool Weed Story
I grew up in a household that grew a lot of pot. For reference, here is my cousin standing next to a marijuana plant my dad grew a few summers ago:
That thing was fucking awful to harvest. Anyways, so growing up as a teenager I always smelt like weed, but the nice emo and goth kids I hung out with didn't care because they were weed-starved and would sniff my clothes like a pack of starved beasts. So this one time I go to school and that day I apparently absolutely REAKED of pot. So I go up to my emo friend and I'm like "🥺 Marlana, do you have any perfume I could use...?" And she was like, "Um, yeah actually here!!"
Then Marlana handed me a can of Axe Body spray, which did nothing but amplify both smells somehow. So I was sweating hard in math in a class full of like 40+ students hoping to god no one says anything because I was so paranoid that I would get in trouble and then my parents would get in trouble because we certainly were going over the legal limit of plants. I was sitting there trying to convince myself that I just needed to make it through the day and eventually the weed smell would air out of my clothes. However,
Suddenly, from the back, this kid jets up and shouts "IT SMELLS LIKE WEED IN HERE‼️".
My life flashed before my eyes. I was already making up excuses to take the fall for my parents like how I joined some random group of kids at the back of the school to smoke a joint or some shit. Btw I didn't smell a little like weed, either. I was wearing the jacket that was in the same room they were drying the weed branches out in. I smelt even worse than a dispensary. My parents were super hippies that didn't buy regular fucking deodorant, either, they MADE me WEED DEODORANT that only smelt a little like weed but it was "all natural" and were great for some fucking gland in your armpit or some shit. Idk they were hippies and my dad was an unmedicated bipolar. He convinced us all he cured cancer and asthma once.
I shit you not, this kid rounds up his little posse of friends and they start SNIFF checking every single student and INTERROGATING THEM. My absolute worst fear made real. Literally my most paranoid nightmare giving birth to reality.
I would like to pause to show everyone what I looked like back then when this happened. Here is my school ID from around that time:
This but I wore nerdy black rimmed square glasses and a frog hoodie. This is important information for later.
This kid and his group go down every fucking isle smelling every kid and accusing them like "John, do you smoke pot??" "Jessica do YOU smoke pot???". Eye contact. Calling them by name. Everything. Now I don't only have to lie to the teacher and principal, now I have to lie to my classmates and my god I was never a good liar back in highschool.
The kids get to the girl in the seat next to me and ask her if she smokes pot, which she proceeds to just tell them to fuck off, which was inconceivable to me as an option.
They make eye contact with me.
They see this sweaty little big glasses cringefail artist white girl shaking like a Chihuahua at her desk and I for sure think I'm about to get laid into hard with questions. But, no. They take one look at me and WALK PAST ME‼️‼️ TO THE STUDENT SITTING NEXT TO ME AND CONTINUE THEIR SEARCH.
That point forward it was absolutely ridiculous what I could get away with. Once I sat on the opposite side of the class as literally everyone else by the open window and a kid said it smelt like weed and they all looked up AT ME and then one of the kids said "it must be coming from outside". LIKE BITCH. On my last day in French class I leaned over to one of my class-friends and I told her that I was the one who smelt like weed and she could hardly believe it even though I sat next to her every fucking day.
And that's how I got away with smelling like weed for all of highschool. By looking like a complete fucking loser.
#ooppostories#it always stressed me out because i was nose blind to weed by that point so i could never tell how bad i smelt until one of the emo or goth#kids pointed it out to me#so yeah#there is a lesson in here about stereotypes
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The Less You Know, The Better
mafia Shouto todoroki x reader
Summary:
“Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re not going to talk, okay?” He stalked toward you, graceful strides without a fault. “I know you won’t because you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
What the fuck?
Right in front of you, he grabs your face. “The less you know, the better. You know nothing of tonight.”
He caressed your face. “What do you know?”
“Nothing.” Your response was quick. “Good girl,” He placed a kiss on your head.
tw: mentioned gang violence, mentioned murder, idk
A/N: this is shit and it hurt my feelings to edit and post it i'm SCREAMING. i dont own bnha
shouto todoroki x reader, 4.8k
You look at the man that was once your classmate. His red and white hair parted in the middle with his red hair slicked back, scar prominent and beautiful, and eyes deceptively warm and innocent. He wears a tux so white, that it is like an angel's wing. You know better. You know that he'd never even get close to heaven to touch a divine being. You know him better than anyone, honestly.
His friends and family consider him noble, a little oblivious, goofy, and overall sweet and kind. That he in no way is he like his older brother. That is a bold-faced lie if you ever heard one.
Shouto has held a candle for you since you met him at U.A. when he was openly cold. His eyes were piercing and unforgiving and his touch frosty yet fiery. Everyone forgave him for his hostility and helped him see the light of life. You were one of them, too.
He held doors open for you and slammed them shut on everyone else, he was gentle and courteous, during lunch he’d get up from his lonesome table and give you his sweets or his entire lunch if you forgot yours, so in return, you offered to just share it. All of these little things made you swoon and sit with him. During those times, you got to know Shouto for who he is. He never told you about his family life in depth, though. Not until Izuku got to him. Even then, the details were never fully explained to you. Some holes were never filled properly, and you never asked.
Second year came around and he was nicer than the last year, third year shared the same trend.
The first time he proposed was later in your first year. You told him that the two of you couldn’t get married since you both were too young. Shouto reasoned with an ‘Okay, later then.’.
The girls in the class squealed in excitement when he said that.
This continued, much to everyone’s amusement. Soon it became sort of like a gag. Mina even had him recreate romantic movie scenes to get you to say yes. Once, Aizawa joined in and begged you to say yes so everyone could shut up as he tried to get the class under control.
Sweet, sweet, Shouto showed his true colors a couple of months ago in the dead of night. You wish that you wouldn’t have walked into that restaurant and wouldn’t have come across the back alley.
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There Shouto was, standing tall, with blood coating his arms, men surrounding him, and terribly beaten and possibly dead people at his feet. For a moment you thought he was in danger and was just defending himself against assailants until you realized that these men in black were with him. Not wanting to believe your eyes and still needing to understand, you waited in secret. Shouto answered your question as he collected the money and showed that the men around him, three of them, collected the bodies. All except for one that lay on the ground.
“A messenger is sometimes needed,” Shouto said while wiping his hand on a handkerchief that was given to him. If the blood wasn’t smeared all over it, the emblem on it would look like a mythological Chimera.
The messenger was completely beaten yet still managed to limp with one leg not broken. He'd be screaming in agony had the adrenaline not kicked in. You curled up even more behind a box as he passed you. His eyes faced the exit with hope in his bruised eyes. You hope he didn’t see your bold-colored dress that stood out too much even in the night.
The three men disposed of the bodies by wrapping them up in plastic and tying a rope around them. The trunk of the truck is already covered with a bright blue tarp. The men placed the bodies inside and shut the double doors.
One of the men get out various supplies and sprayed them on the ground. The drain collects the liquid happily. Because it is an alley, stenches, dirt, and every other disgusting thing, are normal. Perhaps that is why deep cleaning isn’t given, you presume.
Either way, it is disgusting and scary. What you saw is evil and wrong on all levels.
One of the three men, the one with a beanie on his head with one curl sticking out and a tattoo peeking from the back of his neck, opened the door for Shouto. “Nah, I'll walk.”
The three men drive away. “I know you’re there, (Y/n).” Your heart stopped. Not waiting another moment, you backed away from the scene. “I want to talk to you.”
You don’t answer him and instead, you shook your head as you leave in a crouched position. Suddenly, you’re grabbed and lifted to stare Shouto in the eyes. “I-I didn’t see anything, honest!”
Frozen stiff, you don’t fight when he lifts you completely and carried you bridal style. Your breath was short. The streetlights, despite the evil he committed, gave him justice for his beauty. Now revealing a terrible violent nature, he still resembles something angelic. Only this time, it is a vengeful angel rejected by God.
“Sh-Shouto, don’t.” You whispered. He said nothing in return. Minutes later, he says, “Keys.”
Looking to your right, your door stands. He took you home. You didn’t even notice where he was going. Without hesitation, you jumped out of his hold and scrambled for your keys. Shouto pressed himself against you and dug inside your purse. Instantly, he held them and unlocked the door. Once you saw the door open, you jumped inside and closed the door.
At least you tried to.
Shouto’s foot sat in the way and helped him push himself through. “No!”
“Stop.” He stood in front of you with the door closed behind him. For a moment neither of you speak. “You saw too much, you know that?”
“No, I didn’t.” He scoffs and looks around your place as if he hasn’t been inside a million times. As if he didn’t help you move in and decorate. “Don’t play stupid.”
You could have sworn you were quiet. Not a whimper or whine, not a creak or shuffle or a click of your heel. Hell, you didn't even breathe. At this time, you should have said that you wouldn’t tell anyone, but you can’t. How can you? You saw something horrific! People should know!
“Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re not going to talk, okay?” He stalked toward you, graceful strides without a fault. “I know you won’t because you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
What the fuck?
Right in front of you, he grabs your face. “The less you know, the better. You know nothing of tonight.”
He caressed your face. “What do you know?”
“Nothing.” Your response was quick. “Good girl,” He placed a kiss on your head. With one bolt of courage, you said, “You won’t get away with this!”
Shouto sighed and stared down at you. It made you remember that he has always been taller. No matter how tall you are, he’s about a head bigger if not more.
As he leaves, he tells you to lock the door and windows. “It’s dangerous out here.”
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Since then, you’ve felt like you’re being watched. Bolting the doors and securing the windows is your priority. Because of what you saw, you want to march right to the authorities and tell them everything, but for some reason, you can’t. Fear and guilt are set deep inside whenever you think about it.
Now here he is, at this stupid party or gala or whatever. In your face, asking for a dance. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Smirking, he places your drink in the waiter’s awaiting hand. “For you? A dance with me is always a good idea.”
He twirls you around the floor. Your dress that compliments your skin tone sways with the motion. The subtle designs on it shine in the light as he gently grabs your hand to show you off with every movement. Onlookers coo at you both and whisper ‘a lovely couple’. Those whispers make you warm.
“I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever.”
You look around and see your old classmates, bringing a certain comfort at the moment. You notice Eijirō standing by the door, Tooru shimmying her way around the guests being as nosey as ever, and surprisingly, Kyoka has her ears perked up, seemingly joining her.
Momo smiles and looks around, admiring the décor. She's got the right idea. It's gorgeous. A classic ballroom set: gold and red, a chandelier, delicious food and desserts, gorgeous flowers of roses and lilies, and even more beautifully, a bouquet of bluebells. All of it screams money, elegance, and symbolism. It's truly a show of wealth. A place like this is something you never thought you'd be invited to.
Everyone seems to be doing okay. They're a little off, but alright. It makes you smile, your old classmates. With them being around you feel a little better.
“It’s only been a few months, Todoroki.” He firmly grabs your waist and loops your hand through his. The hold is secure and intimate.
“Todoroki? What happened to Shouto?” You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Don’t do that.”
He hums. “Well, it throws me off. The only reason you should be saying “Todoroki” is if it has a “missus” and your name.”
“Oh, come on,” You scoff in disappointment. “That was lame.”
“Sorry, I'm rusty. I haven’t asked you to marry me in these few months, (Y/n).” You separate yourself from him for a moment. “I know good and damn well your ass did not-”
He’s genuinely smiling at you. “I haven’t even asked yet!”
“And you’re not going to!” He laughs again, something he only does when he’s with you. It’s been that way since high school. You're the only one who sees that he has dimples.
“(Y/n), please marry me. I’ll treat you right.” He promises.
“A damn dirty lie.” He pulls you close to him. A beautiful whisper is on his lips. “No, it’s not. You’ll be safe and loved. I’ll give you the world, my love. Just say the word.”
That’s the first time he’s called you that. Usually, it’s ‘dove’, ‘beauty’, and most often, ‘soba noodle’. The last is a nickname he picked up in high school that was suggested by Sero.
“I am in love you, (Y/n). And one day, you’ll be my wife. Mark my words.” You suck on your teeth. “The devil is a liar.”
Now in your mid-twenties, Shouto still asks you to be his wife. This has been going on for what? Ten years or something?
“Would you like to see me on one knee? Because I'll do it right here.” You step on his foot lightly. “No, you won’t, a public proposal is embarrassing.”
He hums and moves to get down. You yank him up. “Stop that!” Embarrassed, you look around and see a few people watching.
“This is why I don’t trust you.” That’s the gospel truth. At any moment he could turn on you.
“One day you will.”
You shake your head no. “You’re lying to everyone. All of these people, too. You are a shady bastard. What the hell is going on anyway?”
“All you need to know is that I am still your Shouto.” You look up at him. “Which Shouto is that?”
“All of me. Every side of me will love you beyond the end. Not a single part of me will hurt you, this I swear.” You stop moving. And really look at him. He is still Shouto, right? Can he be saved?
“What have you gotten yourself into, Shouto? Is there a way out?”
“The less you know, my soba noodle, the better.” He kisses your knuckles as the song is over.
He keeps saying that. And the more he talks the more it seems to be the best thing for you. Because, in an odd sense, it’s comforting. Whether or not it is in the worst way is up for interpretation.
At night you hear the screams of people begging for mercy. You hear children weeping in the dark with no light to find them. Red is everywhere with Shouto in the middle of the room. He gazes into your eyes as you look around. Then, a single hand is extended towards you with Shouto giving you a hopeful look.
This is the dream you’ve been having ever since that fateful night when you saw the side of Shouto you never wanted to see. One that you never thought was there had met you with a terrifying turn of its head.
Before the dance, that dream started to fade. But then Shouto held you and it came back with a vengeance. Only this time, it feels more real than ever. Now you are waking up covered in sweat and checking around to see if there is any evidence of the dream. This can’t continue.
You spy Izuku, Tenya, and Katsuki enter Izuku’s apartment building. This is the perfect time to free yourself of all of this.
You danced with Shouto and for a moment it felt normal. Then at night, you are reminded of what you saw. Shouto with rolled-up sleeves, blood on his arms, and specks on his face. Cold and fierce eyes and skin that kissed the moonlight, giving him a beautiful glow, that in the situation, looked more evil than it did angelic. Like an entity of darkness manifested in the moonlight. A rejected angel covered in blood rather than holy water. All of that came back to you when you saw him again.
The way he held you reminded you of him before all of this. The way you knew him before he killed or before you found out he had this vicious side of him. Everything has changed now. And the only way to get rid of that vision of the rejected angel is to put him behind bars.
This secret can’t be held any longer, not by yourself. It breaks your heart as you mourn a friend, hell, maybe even someone who you’d marry.
You never saw yourself with anyone else. And now you are willing to end that future for everyone’s sake. Who knows who he’ll attack next, right?
This is your Shouto. The one whose laugh that only you know and whose smile that you keep in your chest. The one who makes your heart flutter. Your heart aches as you run to Izuku’s apartment building and run up the stairs. You stop midway and wipe your face as tears flow. You are cursing up a storm and praying that there won't be any evidence of your tears.
If anyone can stop this, they can. They're good people you have known for years. You may not have the strength to turn him in, but they do.
You knock on the door. “Izuku, it’s me! Open the hell up!” You hear nothing at first until Katsuki opens the door with a frown. “You shouldn’t be here, (Y/n).”
Katsuki, despite his aggressive nature, has never been that way with you. At first he was prickly then after knowing you for some time, Katsuki just didn’t have an issue with you.
“Katsuki, we need to talk, please.”
He reluctantly lets you in and turns to his friends. “She’s here.”
“Hello, (Y/n).” Tenya waves and asks what brings you here. There is something off about his voice. Maybe it is what Shouto did and the dance that is throwing you off. The atmosphere is different from what you are used to with them as well. It is reminiscent of the party but on a bigger scale. Like they are waiting on an eggshell or something? Shifting eyes back and forth at each other, waiting for you to speak.
Paranoia is to blame, surely. It is because for the first time in months, you had been with Shouto in what seemed like an innocent if not romantic dance. You were in the arms of a murderer, and it has been weighing on you like the mountain of bodies that is surely on Shouto’s list.
These are your friends. These are justice-loving people that will help you. They have the strength to do what you can’t.
You hear the door close behind you. All three men wait patiently for you to answer. You’re jittery and pace around the floor. “I need help or advice or something.”
“Like what?” Tenya sits back on the arm of the brown leather couch. Izuku comes out of the kitchen with a couple of mugs. He sets them down on the coffee table and waits for you to continue.
Taking a deep breath, you answer him. “What do you do if you saw something bad months ago? I mean, what if the bad thing was caused by a friend, what do you do?”
All three men go stiff. Tenya is the first to speak. “Depends on the situation. Some things are better off unsaid.”
Izuku nods at Tenya’s words. “Some things just have to be sorted on their own.” Izuku adds.
These aren’t the answers you were looking for. You try to explain your case further.
“I saw Shouto kill a few people and this guy limped away. I don’t know what happened to him. I haven’t told anyone but I feel like I should. I know it’s unbelievable, but it happened. I saw it with my own eyes. ”
You know that it doesn't sound like the Shouto they know. You are prepared to defend what you saw even though you don't have the slightest bit of evidence.
“Don’t say shit.” You turn to see Katsuki cross his arms. His words confuse you even further, especially since it is someone who had such tremendous growth. Katsuki wants you to give up. You struggle to get your words out. “But-”
“(Y/n), before you say another word, do yourself a favor and drop it.” Izuku, the sweet nerdy, righteous man, stares at you. His once joyous, green, round, eyes are absent and are replaced with something hard and cold. This is totally out of character. Never would he ever-
Suddenly, it dawns on you. The entire thing is finally setting in.
They're in on it. There is no way they would ever say for you to drop it if they weren't, even if their life were on the line or some shit. When you entered the apartment, it was a little off, but it is worse now that you have told what you saw. Now it is tense and even more unfamiliar with these friends of yours. Like confronting Shouto is an unwelcomed notion and what you saw is something that they also need to keep secret.
Recently, you’ve felt like you were being watched. And sometimes you turn around to see no one. Most often, however, it is a friend from U.A. When you saw them, you didn’t feel the least bit worried. You felt a lot safer knowing it was a former classmate, a friend, someone you hold dear.
Now it makes sense. Every single classmate is in on it. The party or gala thing you went to was nothing but an inspection of the other attendants who may have been a part of something bad too.
You accounted their behaviors at the time due to stress. Never did you think they would ever participate in such wickedness. Now that you are piecing everything together, you remember how your classmates were acting. Their positions at the party, and how only a few were mingling and dancing. They were working, and not a nine-to-five job. No, it was all for Shouto.
The less you know, the better. Something a gangster would say to a mob wife or a yakuza wife. You don’t know fully.
After a few moments, you take a guess, “Is Shouto the one in charge?”
“Yes,” says Katsuki. “And it is best if you go home.”
There it is.
“How could you guys? Tenya, what about the lost children?” You want to cry so badly.
He always said he’d save the lost and crying children. So, how can he be this way? In a gang, mafia, yakuza type shit? What else could it be if everyone is in on it as a group? You admired him so much and were proud that he was your class president.
How did this all come about anyway? Was Shouto born into it, or did he make it by himself? How did they get wrapped into it? How did you not notice?
“Go home, (Y/n).” Izuku coldly says. He is usually so warm and thoughtful. So comforting and generous. Never would he talk to anyone this way. Especially you, who he considers a close friend. “Izuku...”
“Come on, I’ll take you home.” Katsuki tries to lead you to the door, but you jump away from him.
“Be honest you guys! What about the crying kids? How can you save them if you are the ones making them cry? Your guys’ fucking dreams of being some type of heroes?”
Izuku stalks towards you. “I am being nice. Go home.” He hisses. This whole thing is unbelievable. It is totally out of character for them, especially Izuku. Your eyes are getting watery. You're scared, too.
“Be gentle, Izuku!” Tenya stands and comes to your defense. “Deku, you’re on thin ice. You know better when it’s her.” Katsuki warns.
Izuku turns to his friends. “She won’t go if we don’t.” You get what he’s talking about. That you won’t leave if they aren’t rough because you’re in disbelief.
You slowly reach for Tenya. “Tenya...”
“There are different ways to being a good person.” Tenya replies, straightening his back. His eyes meet yours. An indigo color covered by glasses, like high school.
You can't help but release a laugh. “What kind of a fucking good person kills people and collects money right after? I saw Shouto do that!” Katsuki sharply calls your name and he comes towards you. Ignoring him, you continue. “What is going on? What is this?”
You want to hear them say it. They need to confess what this all is or at least correct your theory. To say it isn’t so, to say that it is all a mistake, to prove you wrong and laugh about it as a joke. At this moment, you’re willing to be the victim of a prank, no matter how much you hate that.
Katsuki sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Shouto will explain it to you. Right now, you need to go home.” You shake your head no. “Tell me it’s a lie then!”
Izuku suddenly whips out his phone. He dials a number and much to your surprise, Shouto is on the line. “She’s here.”
You gasp and back up. He's the last person you want to see right now. You look at Tenya and ask about the crying children again. All he does is stare at you dead on with an ounce of pity.
“Katsuki...what about winning to save?”
“I am winning.” You shake your head. “How is that possible? I saw him kill people. If you’re rolling with him, then-”
Izuku catches your attention again. His glare is on par with Shouto’s in high school. You can’t hear what he’s saying because of the thumping in your ears. “You motherfucker...” You curse.
He’s telling on you. Wait, telling on you? Since when did Shouto become the authority for you?
Izuku one last time says, “The less you know, the better. Trust us and go home.” Trust?
“I can’t save you and Shouto, can I?” Your lip wobbles as you see the three of them with their head down. Whatever they’re in, they are too far gone. Yes, you wanted to turn Shouto in. But you wanted them to do it since you couldn’t actually bring yourself to. It was too painful and even then it ate at you. You don't want this for them and Shouto. For them to be in that life.
They wanted to be some kind of hero. To be good people and stand up for what’s right. If that’s the case, then what is this?
You can’t save him or any of them. You can’t bring yourself to turn any of them in. What kind of hero are you?
You take off, no longer wishing to stay in their presence, and demand answers. It hurts too much. The class of U.A. is your family. When no one loved you, they did, and you loved them just as much. They're murderers. Some kind of gang-type shit. Something you aren’t equipped for. You don't know what to do with this information now that you see the stain from the blood on their hands.
Entering your home, you lock the doors and windows. You close the curtains and place furniture in front of the door. Turning off the lights, you head to a corner and sit down. Self-preservation is clawing at you to call someone but your loyalty and heartbreak prevent you from doing so.
As you hold your phone, you think of Shouto. You think of the way Izuku was pushing you out to stop asking questions and Tenya and Katsuki’s scolding. You think of all of the ways you’ve felt safe with them.
Have they ever harmed you? No. However, they have harmed others. If they are with Shouto, then no doubt. Yet, they protect you, don’t they? The longer you think about it, the more you see it clearly. That sense of safety and not a single sign of aggression or hostility. Not a single person, classmate or not, has wronged you when they were there.
I s this why you feel like a traitor? Have you always been loyal to them and most of all, Shouto? The phone in your hand starts to shake when you stop typing the numbers. It's not so bad to have friends like this. So far, so good, right? The thought starts to calm you down.
“Why are you hiding?”
You scream at the top of your lungs. His eyes have a confused look in them, and his head is cocked. Shouto rubs his ear and raises his eyebrow. “Damn, you have good lungs.”
For only a moment, you freeze. Suddenly, the flight kicks in and you take off. Shouto calls for your name gently and runs behind you. “Stop! Just give me a minute!”
“No!” You turn a corner to your kitchen. How he managed to grab you when you had a head start, you’ll never know. “(Y/n), please, it’s okay.”
The deep voice that you have always been familiar with is calm and soothing. Against your better judgment, you stop. “How did you get in?”
“You literally gave us a key years ago.” Shit, you did. How could you have forgotten. It was when you first got this place, too. So, all this time he could have just barged in here and you would have been totally clueless. Bummer.
“That doesn’t give you the right to be here when I'm not.” He sighs. “Please, let me talk.”
He guides you to the couch. Shouto looks for the words to say to you as he takes a deep breath.
“I know you’re confused. Just please listen to me,” He adjusts himself to face you. “Yes, we are a little different. But we are still us. We’re still your friends. We've never lied about our friendship,” Shouto hesitantly touches your hand as if he is afraid you’ll jump away or worse. “And I have not lied about my love.”
You look at the ceiling and wipe your other hand on your pants. “I’m gonna die.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Ha! Oh yeah? What about everyone else?” You challenge, side eyeing him. He sighs and looks down for a moment. “Only when crossed, I swear. We aren’t beasts."
You feel a tear stream down your face. The feelings are conflicting and are starting to hurt. “You’re still scary.”
“I’m so sorry you saw that, honest. That's why no one ever said anything. I didn’t want you to think I was some kind of monster.” He whispers as his pinky grazes yours. He almost sounds as if he is ashamed. Some part of you wonders if he is. “You will never be harmed in any way. You are safe, on my life.”
Somehow, Shouto's words start to work. Perhaps everything is suddenly crashing down. Maybe it is just reality settling in or you finally admitting your feelings for him rather than playfully keeping him on his toes. Despite your earlier reservations, your fear and worries melt away. You lean into his touch and warmth.
You swing one more time. Just once more. "What is all of this, Shouto? How do you get out of it?"
"(Y/n), the less you know, the better. Trust in me." You start to believe those words. You start to believe Shouto.
If only for the moment.
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HBCU!Steve Harrington Headcanons
Setting 1990-1994
AUTHOR’s Note: Complete AU with the timeline. Steve is 18 in 1990 when he gets into Howard. Also this is only the first part. Like I said I can’t write simple headcanons. This is a thought out process lol. Please if you have any suggestions or advice drop it in my ask box.
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The first time Steve visited Howard University he was about 13 years old. He was on an eighth grade class trip to Washington DC.
The class trip led them to being on a tour of the gated White House grounds, then visiting a few famous monuments, and finally ended up at one of the most historically famous Black Colleges in the country.
A preteen, Steve, toured the campus with his classmates and immediately became enamored with the lifestyle, culture, and the diversity. Of course, being that he was from the whitest, most boring town on the planet, and even in his young mind, he very much appreciated the diversity. Yes, Steve had encountered other black and brown children his own age before —there were two in that very same class— but in Hawkins, Indiana, it was almost rare.
When he returned back to Hawkins, Steve couldn’t wait to tell his parents about this school that he was now hoping one day to attend. His mom, just gave him a smile and patted his head in patronizing way. And telling his dad —well his dad barely even listened to a word to what Steve had to say. Hawkins had very little information about Howard University at their local library. So when he turned 16 and got his license, Steve drove the nearest metro city to get what he needed.
Now, Steve wasn’t really doing well academically. Basketball and swimming, he excelled at, but he knew if he wanted to get into Howard (much to everyone in that small ass town’s disbelief) he knew he was going to have to do better. “King” Steve, as he still was in high school, chose to stay away from the most “popular” girls in his class, but instead chose to date the smart ones —the ones he knew he needed to help him get into that school. I mean, he did mix a few popular girls here and there in his dating pool so no one would get too suspicious.
When his junior year rolled around, Steve began dating the Princess of Hawkins High herself, Nancy Wheeler. Steve could admit that in the beginning, just like most the girls he’d dated, he was using her to help him raise his GPA. She even helped him score an 1120 on his SAT scores. By the time his senior year rolled around, he’d grown feelings for the now junior. But she didn’t return those feelings and encouraged him to apply for his dream school. Which, surprisingly, he got in. So, he left Hawkins and never looked back.
The very beginning of Steve’s first year at HU wasn’t the easiest. He and his roommate immediately clicked and became best friends. But literally being one of very few white people who were in attendance, was a little bit overwhelming for Steve. That was until he showed them that knew how to put a ball through a basketball through a hoop because apparently in Steve’s case, white men can jump.
Steve’s popularity soared after joining the Bisons basketball team. He was invited to every single party on and off campus. He had a new girlfriend almost every week. He even rushed his first Fraternity to becoming a Kappa with his best friend. He was just about to hit “King” Steve status once more.
But then you came along…
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♥ Tbhk x M! Reader ♥♡ Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun ♡ CH3(pt.2)
Apparition 2: Yousei-san
First Pov
[hanakos white and red hakujoudai is floating beside Yashiro.]
'What do I get myself into? I don't want to clean toilets today. Did he send an orb to spy on me? It's fine. I know this is all my fault for knocking on his stupid stall. I agreed to pay a price. . . .but I don't wanna do it anymore.'･(╥﹏╥|||)･ Yashiro said. But little did she know something was watching her from under a student's chair behind her.
'Oh, that's right. I forgot to tell Hanako about that boy I summoned yesterday.' (Nah I forgot)
[Male teacher]: ¨Miss Yashiro. Hi, welcome back. Will you please read from page 37?¨
¨You got it sir!¨ (・o・) She says as she stands up. But as she looks down to read her notebook..'Where'd my books go? They were just here. EHh?! Wheres my broach? Did it fall?'[mTeacher:¨anyday noww.¨] 'What is happening?'
¨I heard all about it yesterday.¨ a random girl said talking to her friend.
¨It doesn't make sense. Where could they have gone?¨ Yashiiro said with her arms and head laying on the desk. (yk wut I'm talking about)
¨Still missing? I might know where they are. You ever heard of Yousei? ¨ A girl with purple hair said after watering her plants, smiling at Yashiro with yellow flowers around her.
¨whos that? What's that even mean Aoi?¨ (. ❛ - ❛.)
¨Seriously? Seems like that's all anyone talks about lately.¨
{¨Have you ever lost something important even though you were obsessively careful with it? Has something you rarely handle suddenly disappeared from its place at the exact time you go to use it? If so, you've probably had a visit from yousei. It's important that you remember to never look directly at it. Because in the instant that you do, [tsukasa's black hakujoudai vanishes]}
¨It will take your life without you ever even noticing.¨ Aoi says as she makes wiggly fingers. . . ¨So they say. Usually, id blow it off as a rumor.¨ She said smiling. ¨y-yeah I would too.¨ Yashiro said nervously smiling back.
¨wha-?¨ random boy in their class said digging through his bag.
¨But the thing is-¨ Aoi said while nene and her both turned to look at the situation.
¨Hey, has anyone seen my lunch?¨ same random boy said.
¨what?(he chuckles) who misplaces their lunch?¨ One of the other boy classmates said.
¨seems like everyone's losing important stuff lately.¨ Aoi finished while both of them still looking at their classmates.
¨Oh no, the stuff (whatever name she said) let me borrow is missing...¨ A girl with dark purple grayish hair said looking in her bag.
¨Which one of you jerks stole my figurine I need it for class¨(|||益)
A boy classmate with orangish hair and glasses said frustratedly.
¨What kind of class are you taking?¨ A boy with yellow hair said.
¨Noneya¨ the orange-haired boy responded back to him.
¨Did you hear what those guys said? I'm pretty sure Youseis' legit.¨ Aoi said.
¨Sounds freaky to me.¨ Yashiro responded back.
¨Seriously! What the crap?!¨ A student outside the classroom said.
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Sorry, it was getting too long (TヘT)..
And remember I won't be updating this story until Monday. Because I don't have my phone to do it on the weekend. And I'm not on the computer on the weekends. So I try to get as many parts on the story on school days as I can.
♡♡ But I hope you enjoyed! Bye, my mini dumplings! ♡♡
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No because that is literaly the face i have always pictured grover with holy shit. Did they genetically enginer him for this role?!?!
Also heres a more nuanced take on the annabeth casting(please read the whole thing before making a response. I mean no hate, please keep this civil)
I am attached to the image of blonde annabeth, as i am sure many of you are. For me, annabeth, and the percy jackson series helpped me reevaluate my internalized misogyny.
I’d been taught, primarily my father, to look down on hyper feminity. Particularly “dumb-blondes.” I have a clear memory of watching beauty and the beast with my family and my parents ridiculing the bimbetts as “cabesa-huecas” (empty headed) and telling me that i would get further in life than my blonde classmates because i had black hair. I had this same view point for a long time until i read percy jackson. For me, annabeth was the first heroine to be smart, and blonde and pretty. Her narration about being underestimated for being blonde really put many things into perspective and made me stop judging others based on appearances. It also made me realize that i too had associated blondeness with femininity and lack of intelligence. From there, and thanks to other characters like Selina and Piper, i began understand that you can be both beautiful and strong and grew beyond the “not like other girls” mentality. She was my Elle Woods
Its not to say that Rick is particularly good a writing feminity or any form of representation (hes a middle aged white man and these books are from the 2000’s/2010’s for crying out loud), but it was nonetheless a step in the right direction. As a character of her era, blonde princess hair annabeth, works. But the world has changed since then.
Now its the 2020’s, and there has been a revitalization and reclaiming of hyper feminity and the bimbo. Gen z and modern day feminism uplifts all forms of feminity. Everyone knows Legally Blonde and people have, for the most part, stopped using the term “dumb blonde” to degrade women.
Keeping Annabeth’s struggle with the dumb blonde stereotype will feel a bit out dated. It may even seem forced or confusing to some audiences. Which is why i think making Annabeth black is a perfect update for a modern adaptation.
I really suggest that people read up on misogynoir. Its what Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson faced when she was nominated and during her confirmation. She is so eminently qualified for her position, yet many people insisted otherwise, tried to scrutinize everything to find some hint of incompetence. There have long been stereotypes of both black people and women being unintelligent, and black women got both and then some.
A black Annabeth would undoubtedly face similar, if not greater struggles as her counterpart in the book did. She will also be able to continue to help kids watching the show unlearn their biases, just as she did with me and many others.
Also she can just wear a wig and be both. Calm down.
#annabeth#annabeth chase#annabeth pjo#percy jackson#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#grover underwood
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~ Pairing: jock!Jungkook x nerd!reader
~ Genre: academic rivals to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, college au, slowburn
~ Summary: Summer vacation was right around the corner. Being in a program that required you at the beach every day was a big pro. After seeing Jeon Jungkook at the same beach as you everything was ruined. Jungkook was the school’s heartthrob. Girls throwing themselves at him left and right, going to parties every other day, and coming in and out of those parties with different girls. Not to mention he’s the biggest dick you’ve ever met. Avoiding him was all you could think about. His being there threw avoiding him out the window. What’s the worst that could happen?
~ teaser wc: 667
full fic here!
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For the past thirty minutes you sat staring at your suitcase still trying to figure out what the hell to pack. The program that you joined had asked everyone if they wanted to go on a trip for extra credit to work for the beach down by Busan for junior year. Not that you needed it, you had zero plans made for this summer.
Niki’s out of town visiting her family for the summer and Sohee’s out doing what Sohee does, probably out exploring abandoned places or getting high somewhere. Who knows? You decided to get up and start packing. You walked over to your closet to skim over your outfits and carefully picked out a few outfits for the next few months. After two hours of packing, your phone dings with a notification from Niki
Niki: omg can’t believe it’s summer already! have fun on your little trip down to Busan. If anything happens call or text me right away! Luv ya!
You smile down at your phone. You and Niki have been friends for years, you first met in your freshman year of high school. She taught you everything, from how to do your make-up and style your clothes and all that fun stuff. Funny how you both got into the same college and ended up sharing the same dorm. She’s gone around the campus having different guys in and out. You would say you guys are complete opposites. You would rather stay in and watch a movie or something instead of going out and partying with drunk college students and grinding my body against sweaty skin.
After finishing up the last of your packing you respond.
Me: hey girl, omg I know! The school year went by so fast, say hi to your mom n dad for me and give Nani kisses for me! And of course, you’ll always be the first to know everything! Luv u too! Enjoy your summer 💞
Putting your phone down you go to check when you were supposed to leave and meet everyone at the train station. The ticket said 8:00 am. You set your alarm for tomorrow and get ready for bed. Checking your phone for the last time you turn the lights off and drift off to dream land.
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Waking up to your alarm clock blaring in your ear. It’s near 6:00 am, you get up and start getting ready. Walking into the bathroom you bring out your skin care routine. After finishing up and brushing your teeth, you go back to where your vanity is and start with your makeup.
Choosing what to wear was easy, you chose a simple outfit. An oversized black hoodie, black parachute cargos, and white gamma forces. You come out of your room to the living room and take your bag off the counter and get the rest of the bags for the trip. The drive to the train station took longer than expected. Traffic was horrible. The ride was said to be only about 30 minutes, you ended up getting there about an hour later.
After blasting music on the way there you had finally arrived, you see a few of your classmates from previous classes and walk up to say hi. “Yunjin!” You shouted her name, catching her attention. She waves at you and starts making her way over. “Oh my god hey girl!” She goes in for a hug and starts talking about the next two months. “This is so exciting! I’ve been waiting for this trip for so long, I hope we get free time because I’m too exhausted from all those tests.” She says with low shoulders. Out of nowhere she gasps and turns to you “You’ll never fucking guess who I just saw” You look at her with a curious face “Who?” she leans in closer “Jeon Jungkook”. Your face had gone red. Hearing Jungkook’s name coming out of her mouth left you shocked. Not forgetting the history, you and the boy had.
#jungkook smut#jungkook fluff#jungkook angst#jungkook#bts jungkook#fic: endless summer#jungkook fic#jeon jungkook
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David please help the poor girl get the blood out
The two made it outside and as predicted, it was raining decently hard. David removed the tie from his neck and handed it to the girl.
"Use this to wipe off the blood kid, since you still haven't said anything about who you are... I'll go first. My name is David Chiem. I'll save how I got here since you likely got here the same way. I'm from America though." Introductions are always boring.
"...Toshiko. Also from America..." She put down her fan and took the tie to begin scrubbing away the blood. She hated getting soaked like this, but it was the best option she had.
After she got the blood off, her nails began shining through... Most covered in black, while her pinkie fingers were red. Odd choice.
"You can leave that here when you're done, I don't particularly care for it."
Toshiko nodded and picked up her fan quickly before it got too damp, somehow the fabric managed to stay clear of blood splatter.... "I came here with my sibling and some friends.... Classmates? I don't know what to consider them really."
"Let's just get back inside before we catch a cold from the rain." He didn't care what she was saying... As long as she was with him, she'd serve as an alibi and that's it to him.
The two walked back inside together.
"Mister Chiem, I must apologize for my behavior early. It wasn't proper of me. Toshiko Kayura, the ultimate Matchmaker."
Match...maker...? He couldn't help but laugh a little. "I also have a 'classmate' who holds the Matchmaker title, judging from your attire, pink seems to be a common color with you matchmakers."
"Pink, red, white! They're all colors of love! Please do not take my profession as a joke! It's a lot of hard work to be a matchmaker and I'm sure your classmate would agree with me!"
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im feeling kinda bad rn, so imma just, vent in here a bit
so, last winter vacations i discovered i was aroace, and it has been one of the coolest things that has happened to me, because everything made so much sense, and i felt so, so happy to know that my experiences were not weird or unique to me, and now that i knew, i could change my life for the better.
I was so excited to share this with my friends, and to be able to explain on detail why this made me so happy, and how did i experienced life.
then i got scared, cuz some of my friends have done stuff that, in retrospective, was aphobic, and it hurt me then, but now knowing all this new stuff about myself, hurted more
so, i decided i was coming out just to a few, and i had it all planed
the first girl to who my came out wasn't as intended, but it was okay. She is my best friend, and during vacations she gets depressed, and that day she was feeling awful, she felt like she was going to suffer from the loneliness she felt on that moment all her life, because she has never had a good and genuine romantic relationship.
so i was talking to her, and trying to make her feel lovable, i said all the things i found cool about her, and how she was such and important person for me, and that i loved her a lot.
then she said something like "yea, but it's not romantic love :/" and, i wanted to make her feel like other kinds of love are important, and that romance isn't everything in life, that she could be happy even if she didn't have a romantic partner.
(all of this without making her feelings less, i also told her that she is a big deal, and that anybody would be lucky to date her, and that someone eventually was going to)
so i came out to her, in a "there's a lot of people that are full without romantic and sexual love, so you can be full too, and then when you get a romantic partner, you will be happy and with a plus, like putting glitter on a cool drawing!"
it went well, and im happy i came out to her
but the other times were not so great.
the other times i wanted it to be about how i felt, i wanted it to be kind of special to me (ofc not saying that i was disapointed that the first time wasnt about me, i just wanted at least one of the rest to be how i wanted it to be)
so i decided trying different stuff each time. like coming out with a joke, an sticker, i was going to fucking paint an As card of the asexual colors, i was going to wear a black and a white ring, i was going to do a lot of cool stuff
but i wanted to test the waters with another friend, to see if some of them even knew ace existed
and, uh, i picked her because she was openly pan, and she felt safe, and wow, she is the one that says the most accidental aphoboc stuff out of all my friends
but i'll get to that
first, i had a bunch lf conversations of me trying to get her to understand what i was saying, and i was so fucking obvious but she just, didn't get it??
I- okay, once we were talking (with the first person i came out to btw) about their past crushes and such, and she asked for mine, and i said "oh, i havent have one, i dont really get those feelings"
and it became a very awkard me-trying-to-explain-that-im-aroace and-she-didnt-understanding-me conversstion, and my other friend jus sat there watching (that last thing was okay tho, she was still kind of down)
so i let it be, and tried to come out to another friend
this one was with a joke, and it was both great and awful
It was something like
*she making a pan joke about how she plays for the other side*
*me making a joke about how i dont have a side*
she: *inmediate understanding that im ace*
And we didnt talk about it, of how i was aro as well, because another friend arrived and aaaaaaaaa
im so mad about it lol
The next one was a f u c k i n g a c c i d e n t
A friend i was so not coming out to made a comment about a classmate being ace, and i said, damn same OUT LOUD, WHEN I THOUGHT I DID THAT ON MY FUCKING MIND
only she and the first friend i came out to where there, but it was a "oh shit" moment, i fucked up so badly
she saw my oh sit face, and said that it was okay, that she was demiace
and then there's the weird stuff
i told ALL my friends how cool it was that on a bday party with middleschool friends, they all acted so normal about me nlt having crushes, like "ah yea, we know u havent ever had one :)", cuz it felt so nice
and i thought it was not going to click to them that i was aroace just because of that one random story i told them because
a) they were d e n s e, like the second girl i tried to come out to, i had already been making subtle jokes about my aroaceness, and NO ONE UNDERSTOOD, and i counted with that everytime i did a joke. i did them carefully, not wanting to out myself, but enjoying my recently discovered identity
b) i phrased it so carefully and casual, and we changed the topic so quick, and no one asked me anything or gave any sign of have just witnessed someone coming out to them
but like, a week later, they all knew?????
and they didnt said anything to me
they just
knew
and somethimes they'll just trow a joke about my aroaceness and i'll be like ???????
for example, there was this time they were talking about crushes and one of them said something like "jaja [my name] is inmune"
and ??????
hello????
how do u know that????
I'm 80% sure the friend i came out on accident outed me to all my friends
and that they talked about me behind me, asking the questions i had the right to answer, but instead they'll just, speculate or something
and it sucks, mostly because i didnt got to explain my boundaries, and they are so fucking open about it
at this rate, im surprised the entire school doesnt know!
and a bunch of sruff that msde me uncomfortable (aka: how i didnt get to talk to them about how much they hurted me when they pressured me to date this guy, how they'll bring their partners to hang outs even if the partner wasn't invited, how the ones with a partner would kiss infront of me, how i felt i was less important that the partners even if we had been friends for way longer than the time they knew the partner, stuff like that)
just, hasn't changed, because i never got to talk about it
and now i wish i just came out to the first friend, and i wish i could made them forget
specially since if i got a partner now (a qpp is what i want, but i would be okay dating an allo, just, i'd have to explain to them all the stuff i didn't get to explain to my friends) they'll fucking invalidate me, i can feel them judging me and thinking to themselves "oh, she was not for real, she has a relationship woth someone!"
aáaaaaaa it suckssss
i cant even say someone is pretty, cuz i have to watch my steps and avoid anything that might make them think im not aroace enough
im not even sure they understand how split attraction works, im so done
if u read all that, advice is appreciated :)
#aromantic#asexual#aroace#arospec#acespec#aspec#aroacespec#arose#coming out#aphobia#friends#friendship
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Sleepless nights
@irathgo @smellofsnoww @luna-rein
*************
A soft nudge woke him up from his short slumber. Wen Jin looked to the side to see who it was.
He gave the girl next to him a drowsy confused expression but she only pointed in front of him to their professor.
The woman had an annoyed look on her face as she stared at the young man.
Wen Jin quickly gathered himself and tried to wake up, sitting up on his chair.
"Is my class boring you?" The professor asked impatiently.
Wen Jin shook his head and quickly rubbed his eyes. "No Madam, I'm sorry about that."
He didn't even notice himself dozing off, if only he could do the same tonight.
How long has it been since he's actually gotten a good night's sleep?
The professor walked back to the front of the class to continue her lesson. Wen Jin tried to pay attention but had to bring himself back from the brink of slumber multiple times and to be honest he couldn't understand a thing she was saying. It was a little jumbled and he lost track of the lessons flow a while ago.
He looked down at his notes and it looked like an ant dipped its legs in ink and scattered around his white pages.
The lecture was over not long after. He yawned as he got ready to head to the next one. He had two more before he could drive home.
*******
He exited his last class and didn't really understand a single thing in either classes. He was barely awake for any of them to be honest.
He checked if he had everything, he gave up not really caring if it's important he wouldn't forget it. He began to walk.
Wen Jin reached the building's door. Reaching into his pocket to take his phone out so he could play some musi….. he reached inside, feeling his heart sink when he realized his pockets were empty.
He removed what he had inside, a charger, his airpods, his wallet, some candy, receipts and other useless trash but none where his phone.
He turned his pockets inside out. He cursed as he put his bag down. His search there came up empty.
He felt an uncontrollable anger as he kept coming up with nothing.
'Where the fuck is it?' he growled.
He kept searching, ignoring the person that kept calling out to him. Whatever they needed he would deal with them later. The person kept calling, only adding to his frustration. Then they got closer and tapped his shoulder.
"WHAT!?!?"Wen Jin yelled, finally turning to the person.
The person flinched back, their expression slightly terrified. They distanced themselves just staring at him for a second.
"Well?" He snapped again.
They shook themselves back though still shaken. Then they quickly reached in their dress pockets.
"You… you left your phone in class," they answered, reaching out to retrieve Wen Jin's phone and handing it to him.
He blinked down at the phone then at them, his anger disappearing and turning into embarrassment and guilt. He looked around and noticed a few stares.
He looked back at his classmate, they weren't close and to be honest Wen Jin barely knew who they were aside from their name. Franky maybe. They wore a long black skirt, with a matching black crop and hat. A few piercings on their lip and nose and brown dreads with gold jewelry decorating it.
"Oh …. I'm sorry." He said reaching to get his phone, "thank you, I'm sorry I yelled." He said again.
"Franky …. Right?" He asked, putting the phone back and rubbing at his eyes slightly.
"Yeah," they nodded.
Then they didn't say anything just looking at the guy with some concern, "You need to get some sleep man, you look terrible."
Wen Jin couldn't say anything before Franky got called by some friends and they left him.
Wen Jin sighed, he looked down at the phone for a second. Just staring at his black screen. How long has it been since he actually got to sleep? It's Friday, so a week or so. It's close to the day he was taken and it's messing with him.
It didn't last long before a phone call snapped him out of it. It startled him back to reality. He quickly answered.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Finally you answered," Lian said from the other end.
"You ….you've been trying to call?" He asked, a little surprised.
"Yes, Ming Yue wants to know if you're coming or not," she reminded him.
Wen Jin rubbed his eyes, he forgot he told her that himself.
"Yes I'm sorry…. I'm sorry, I'll be right there. I'm done for the day," he said then cut the line.
******
Wen Jin got to Lian's house, barely in one piece. He parked the bike then went up to her house.
Lian answered the door for him,she just picked Ming Yue up from school. He would spend the weekend with her while Lian attended some work seminar. Usually Ming Yue would go live with her father but he's not in town until Sunday. Wen Jin jumped on the chance when he heard.
He greeted her and she let him in.
She didn't say anything but kept her eye on him.
"Where's Ming Yue?"
Lian pointed in the direction of the young girl's room. He nodded then entered.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, noticing her gaze as he sat down.
"You don't look too well." She pointed out, looking at his slight pale complexion and dark under bags.
"It's alright don't worry about it." He brushed it off as he sat down.
"How can I not worry, you look like a corpse." She raised, sitting down next to him.
She looked like she was examining him, the attention made him shift back a little.
"Just had a tough week." He told her.
Lian frowned, not really believing that excuse. He looked away.
"Are you sure everything is fi…"
"Just stop," he said Barely audible.
Lian was taken aback and just blinked a little surprised at his words, then she stood up.
"I'm sorry I didn't realize I was overstepping,"
He looked at her, the worried look on her face. The face he missed so much when he was little.
"You always are, you're always putting yourself in things. In my life, in my problems." How is he supposed to move on if he knows that he can't ever have his life back.
"I didn't realize,"
He looked up at her. Memories flashing back of when he was younger and he would run to her.
"No… no you don't understand."he snapped.
Lian couldn't say anything and just looked at him, a mixture of confusion, worry and maybe guilt as he began to cry.
She just listened as he continued. She doesn't understand how any of it is connected to her but he needs to let it out.
"You weren't there when it mattered, you weren't there when I cried and you weren't there when I was scared, you weren't there when I was alone and needed you to hold me."
What is he doing? Why is he yelling at his mother like she had any way of knowing where he was? Who is he angry with? Why is he angry? He stopped himself and turned away wiping the tears that fell without him realizing.
Lian took a few steps closer. She raised her hand to comfort him but was hesitant and stepped back.
"I…I don't understand," she said. Something in her heart felt like this was important.
Wen Jin didn't turn to look at her.
"You can't understand," he said as he stopped himself from crying, "cause it's too late,"
He looked to the side and Ming Yue was staring at him and their mother with a terrified expression. She's never seen him cry and now that he looked he made Lian tear up a little.
He looked away from the both of them and grabbed his keys then headed for the door.
"I need time to think," he told her as he stormed off.
She ran after him, holding her hand out for Ming Yue to stay put.
"Wen Jin!" She called out.
He didn't listen and just put his helmet on and started his bike.
"Wen Jin! Come back." She called again and he just started then rode off.
She was lost on what to do and tried to call Milo. She told him what happened and he said he would talk to him when gets home.
***********
Two hours later Milo called Lian again. She was hoping it was new that he had a talk with the boy. But her stomach dropped when Milo spoke.
"I can't find Wen Jin."
She stood up suddenly, he's been gone for too long. He wasn't even in any state to be out on his own. Let alone on his bike.
"I'll help find him," she told Milo, immediately grabbing her keys.
She signed to Ming Yue telling the little girl to stay put while she goes looking for Wen Jin. They were both pretty worried about him already.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Milo told her, sounding terrified.
"It's okay, I'm sure he'll be fine, just stay calm until we find him," She reassured.
"He won't answer his phone," Milo said again
"Alright, I'll try and look for him with you," Lian left the house and got her car out of the garage. She'll ask a neighbor to watch Ming Yue.
********
She didn't drive far before she saw police cars and people gathered around.
Her stomach dropped but she slowly stopped the car and went over.
Though there wasn't a lot of light left, she could see the blood on the pavement. The bike, that was his bike.
"What happened?" She asked, not meaning to raise her voice.
One of the officers there looked over to Lian.
"Calm down ma'am," the officer said as she walked over to Lian.
"Where's the boy?" She asked as she looked around. No one answered her. "Where is he?!" She asked again.
"He's been taken to the hospital," she told Lian.
But the older woman still felt terrified.
"I'm going to need to ask you some questions." The officer said.
Lian looked over at the officer then nodded. Firstly she did confirm that it was Wen Jin's bike and it was no one's fault. Wen Jin just lost control of his bike and crashed on the side. Someone saw this and called an ambulance for him. Lian got the name of the place he was taken to and drove away.
She then phoned Milo who began heading to the hospital immediately.
#sicktember2022#sicktember day 27#Wen Jin#fatigue#insomnia#whump#whump community#whumpee#caretaker#Milo#Lian#Ming Yue#he didn't mean fo yell at her like that#hes very sorry for yelling at his mom.
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Fanfic about Mina and Chaeyoung.
«Hold me tight» — translation.
The wind blew right in face. Mina liked this kind of weather. A weak breeze, and clouds in the sky, and the sun is almost invisible. Also, the girl’s personal sun is not visible, her name was Chaeyoung. She has not written or called her friend for the second week. Mina is surprised by this, since she can hardly live without communication and without any conversation about anything. What happened? She thought about it and thought as she walked home after work.
“Hmm, there must be something wrong with her phone… Although, even if that were the case, she would have come home, or to work with me… "
Mei began to get more and more worried. She is already approaching her house. Enters the room. Without turning on the light at home, she quickly washes her hands, goes into the living room. She takes out his cell phone from his bag and calls her friend. 5 minutes have passed. Chaeyoung didn't answer Mina for all 4 calls. She immediately started texting her friend.
- Hello, dear Chaeyoung. How do you? Why don't you answer your calls, why don't you even write? Something happened?
Mina took the phone and went to the kitchen. Put on her favorite song. The song just created a sad, but at the same time comfortable atmosphere for the girl.
“Drinking hot black tea with delicious cinnamon buns is the best thing in this weather. " — was in mind. “And if Chaeyoung was around… So, stop… She’s just a friend to me, she won’t be around forever.”
the Japanese woman thought, noticing that she had begun to think too much about her friend. Just getting close, bonding after all this time? It is unlikely that Mina remembers what happened when she was in high school. It was such that she fell in love, and even met a couple of months with her classmate. They had to leave due to the fact that a classmate moved to another city. Time passed and Mina forgot what it is to love girls. But now it's scary that history will repeat itself. Especially, Mina is afraid that this feeling will not pass and she will have to confess about this friend, and the worst thing is that they will stop communicating.
Mina is standing in front of the window with a mug of tea in her hands. The clouds float slowly and smoothly in the sky, the birds do not fly as high as they have always flown. Some people walk around the city after a working day, some also sit at home, just like a Japanese woman. Suddenly, the music on the phone stops for a couple of seconds due to the fact that a message has arrived on the phone. Mina took the gadget in her hands. I saw that the message was from Chaeyoung.
- Hi friend. Everything is fine, how are you? I'm sorry I couldn't answer, my phone didn't work. Maybe come to you now?
- Everything is ok with me, yes, if you can come, come) - Mina answered her.
Mina finished her tea. She was waiting for a friend and at this time tidied up the house a little. Doorbell. It must have been a precious friend. The girl immediately ran to look into the peephole. Yes she. Opened the door.
" Hello Friend! Chaeyoung said and hugged her friend. "
"Hi dear." she said. “Come in, I’ll make tea for you, we’ll chat.”
“Yeah, I have so much to tell you!”
She replied taking off her shoes. They went into the kitchen. The girls drank tea and told the news.
“And you know, a friend of mine told me that LGBT supporters are crazy. Cheayoung said. - Oh, what did you say?
“But I think it's okay. A person can love whoever he wants and decides for himself. " At that moment, Mina felt some relief. She felt something for her friend, and she seemed to support it and reciprocate. Mina realized that she had definitely fallen in love.
“Mm, I think so too…” Mina answered her. "I think that love does not depend on gender."
"Yeah. By the way, I wanted to ask you something…”
The girl took her bag. I got up and showed the dress. Look, does it suit me?
"Oh, white color suits you!" Mina admired with a smile.
“Can I measure and show myself?” It's just very important to know if this dress suits me or not. After all, I will wear it to a business event.
“Okay, then you can change in the bedroom.” Chaeyoung went to Mina's bedroom to try on a dress. And she was very interested in how a friend would look in such an outfit. I really wanted to see. She returns a couple of minutes later. She wears a beautiful, slightly tight-fitting white dress. The dress emphasized the shape and figure of the girl. Mina liked it.
" Well, how am I in it? " Song asked. “I also want to let my hair down that day.
“Very beautiful… It suits you!” she replied smiling.
"Oh, and thanks. I bought this for a crazy price ... Okay, I'll go back and change my clothes ... - and went back to the bedroom.
"She's... So beautiful. Not just in this dress, but in general. She's beautiful. I'm afraid that she's too beautiful to be just a friend... God, why am I like this? Why is this all happening to me "..But even though she herself said that it's not bad for a girl to love a girl... No, Mina, it doesn't mean that she will love you too... It's your own fault. You don't need to love anyone." ...But I want to love... What the hell should I do?"
These thoughts were in Mina's head. Her beloved friend sits back down and continues their recent conversation.
"Mina?..."
" What? "
"You've been... Well, you've been kind of weird lately. Are you tired at work?" the lady asked her, noticing the constant "flying in the clouds" and the way Mina often had a sad face.
"Probably not." — "I get tired there without you."
“Okay, but give yourself a break anyway. By the way, when was the last time you fell in love, m?"
After these words, Mina began to think if she suspected...
"Oh, I don't remember anymore... Probably at school. Why this question?
"I was just asking. Eh, but I ..."
"Are you in love?"
" Heh, yes. " Chaeyeon replied with a smile.
"Oh, now it's interesting .." thought Mina.
Do you know who? - In whom? - The joke is that in a girl from his environment.
After these words, Mina's heart began to beat faster and faster.
" Wow, who exactly, if not a secret?"
" Well, I can only describe it. I think you can guess, you know her."
"Okay, start."
" This girl is very beautiful. She is not so sociable, she is more of an introvert, but I think she is open with me. We often have fun with her and tell each other secrets and secrets. I strongly trust her. We don't talk to her very often, but for a long time. During this time, I managed to fall in love with her."
Chaeyoung took a break.
"Well, guess what? There are options?"
“Well…” the girl had one option. This is an old friend of the one named Kim Dahyun. Indeed, Chaeyeon was close to her. But if she loves her, then... her love for Chaeyoung is over...? Who? she waited for an answer.
“I only have one option. This is Dahyun. "
"Oh, well, no. Yes, I described a person who looks like her, but it's not her."
Think. And now she began to think again, who did she know. I thought, I thought. Just remembered that she could be an option too. "Wait, it's not me by any chance?..."
" Uh, Chaeyoung, I don't know."
“Ah, well, then I’ll tell you who it is…”
Suddenly, at that moment, the hearts of both of them began to beat faster.
"Damn, how am I going to take it and confess to her like that?..." Chaeyoung thought. — "Oh, damn..." The girls fell silent.
One was waiting for an answer, and the other was worried in her thoughts. The only sound was from the street. The sound is raindrops, or rather, how they fall on the roofs of houses.
“Oh, it looks like it’s going to rain…” Mina said. “Ah, well, do you say so or not?”
“Mina…” she leaned against the back of the chair, sighed and continued: “In general, you just don’t stop talking to me, but… This girl… It’s you…
Mina raised her eyebrows, was in great shock . She was silent and digested it all in her head. But this silence worried her.
“Uh, well… Chaeyoung…” Mina stood up from her chair and walked over to the other one, taking her hand. Sat on her knees. "You...I...I love you too. I've been feeling this for a long time now. I was very afraid to tell you this..."
Chaeyoung was shocked at those words. She lifted the one from her knees and stood up herself. They looked at each other with a warm smile. The younger one ran her hand down Mina's cheek.
" I love you. " and sharply hugged Mina tightly, tightly. Mina answered her.
“Oh, you’re cold…” Mina noticed that she was cold. " Let's cover ourselves with a blanket. " and went for a warm blanket. 2 minutes have passed.
The girls stood together in front of the window, watching the rain wrapped in a blanket, with mugs of tea in their hands.
“I didn’t think that I would ever be as happy as I am now. the elder said. "
" I, too, did not think that I would be happy at all with my loved one."
She looked at Mina with a smile. They looked at each other. Chaeyoung put the mug on the table and hugged it.
"Promise me to always be by your side, please." - she said.
" I promise to always be there for you. But now hold me tight. "
The girls admired the weather and just enjoyed life when they were together. And what happened next?
There was love.
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