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kithtaehyung · 2 years

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Hello writer… Ryen is it? Sorry kinda nervous I don’t do this kind of things… my wife forced me to do this, she said something about people wanting to hear a man’s perspective… thoughts…? About your story so yeah here I am 😂 Hello

I started to read your story mainly out of curiosity, my wife likes to read a lot, on line and of line and I’m always willing to listen to her rant about the characters or stories she reads, it makes her happy and that’s the main goal am i right? so when she started to tell me about your story, first of all I was a bit shocked, it’s very… risqué😂 and I teased her because she was basically reading porn… 😂 but then she told me how it developed, and I was even more intrigued so after I listened to her talk, and of course after a lot of teasing she told me “shut the fuck off and read it, it’s good” her exact fine words… so I did.

First of all… I understand tangerine man (Yoongi) as a man that once felt unworthy of the love and affection of a perfect girl (talking about my wife… making it clear in case she reads this 😅) I understand where he’s coming from. you see there’s a voice inside your head that keeps telling you you’ll never be good enough, and let me tell you…that fucking voice makes you act stupid, even say things that you don’t mean but mostly makes you so fucking scared and lonely…

I would say my favorite chapter was his interlude it really dived into his internal struggles and man did I feel… I don’t know… understood?

I sympathized with him after all I was on his shoes once… not that long ago honestly, so yeah, I sympathize with Yoongi, and I really like how your main character is trying her best to understand him, it’s nice to read about a girl that has that patience, determination and kindness, because let me tell you there’s a lot of shitty people that don’t even try to understand the demons that their partners battle with… (Not talking about you dear wife…have to make it clear or she might cut my balls off) Moving on …probably there’s a lot of shit that they, my man Yoongi and reader, will have to endure but hopefully they know that at the end it’s so fucking worth it…

Shit, Your story hits really close to home…

I hope this makes sense, keep the good work, and yeah bye 👋🏻

—I don’t know how to name myself, Ki told me I had to use an emoji…? I don’t know you can choose something if you’ll like.

P.S. Keep your imagination wild please… kinda benefits me… if you know what I mean 😉 (Sorry dear but it’s true)😂 ✌🏻

Holy crap. I... I don't even know what to say? This is incredible feedback and I'm having a bit of an out of body experience right now wow! This is more than I could ever ask for, so thank you for taking the time to say all of these things (and for even reading in the first place!) All my love to you and your lovely wife who I am dubbing a queen already ahahahah. Thoughts and response under the readmore!

I will admit that there is definitely a lot of spice in here. But it's so much more than that, and I'm glad she was able to convey that to you in a very lovely way (her wording made me laugh out loud, incredible LOLL)

If you understand Yoongi in that way, I'm both proud as a writer but also quite sad as a person. Obviously I wish you never felt that way, but I've seen it so many times. Even I myself found myself thinking those thoughts and hearing that voice in my head - saying stupid things, acting out in ways that are just not good. It's a universal feeling but.. to hear that you connect with him? Damn. I truly don't have the words to describe everything I feel. (Also, "tangerine man" makes me so happy LOL)

I would say my favorite chapter was his interlude it really dived into his internal struggles and man did I feel… I don’t know… understood?

Let me tell you about the interlude: it ripped me to shreds getting inside this man's head. It's dark in there, it's foggy and alarming. But there's also so much good in there - just like for you, too. He was being so protective, he was thinking about reader so much. If only he wasn't so horribly hard on himself.. But. You got out of that, and I know he can, as well.

You're right about there being people out there that won't even try to understand. OR they give up after a few attempts and dub things not worth it. But if you find the right person, they are gonna stay and fight and that feeling of having someone there for you is indescribable. I bet your wife is fantastic just from how you talk about her! ARGH you're both so cool. And yes, it seems like things may be a constant battle even if they get better, but I believe in them. You're right, it really is so fucking worth it.

Shit, Your story hits really close to home…

Three Tangerines is a story about life. Humans just getting through despite all the shit that they go through. If it hits close to home? For anyone reading it? Just know that there is also a theme of hope here.

Ki is an expert on this blog already! I can give you the 📖 emoji (and oh trust me, there is so much more to.. explore with these two so look forward to more!)

#thank you both so much for reading wow #📖 anon #guys read 3tan #new tag!!#asks:3tan #lovely people #3fan:yoongi #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌#long post

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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raven-san, can we please have a wedding crashing where jade needs to marry this girl from another crime family to consolidate power and become the next head of the leech mob :)) but floyd's like I'M BORED and annoyed that his brother's being snatched up by a random chick, so he asks basketball bros, and azul, to help save jade?

This one is super long, so I added some extra sections and placed the rest of the wedding crashing below the cut!

***Spoilers for Jamil and Floyd’s Unique Magic!!***

"I object to this wedding...!"

Pre-Wedding Jitters

A call comes for the twins in the dead of night, without warning. It’s their parents with exciting news: they’re naming Jade as the next Don Leech. The catch? The Leech mob’s in the middle of a merger with the Worm mob, and he’ll have to marry Don Worm’s daughter to secure the deal.

Jade, ever the dutiful son, is honored by his future title and calmly agrees to the arrangement. On the other hand, Floyd’s annoyed by the idea, and can’t keep quiet about his irritation. He calls out to his twin in the darkness.

“... Ne, Jade.”

“Ee, Floyd?”

“Are you really okay with going through with this? You’re just gonna do what they said? Even though you don’t know the Worms at all? Even if you’ve never met that girl before?”

“It is a request coming directly from father and mother. How could I refuse them? And, furthermore... If I do not undertake this task, then it would fall to you, the next choice to inherit the title of Don Leech. I cannot allow that to come to pass--fufu. You do so enjoy your freedom, yes?”

“... Jade, you’re so dumb sometimes. What’ll happen to your freedom, then? Will you get so busy with being the big boss and being married... that you won’t have time to play anymore?”

“... Perhaps. But that is a sacrifice I am willing to make.”

That thought doesn’t sit well with Floyd--not at all.

“I trust that you will make your own fun of the situation,” Jade reassures him. “You always do.”

As the weeks pass, Floyd sees less and less of Jade around, since he has to prepare for the wedding. Jade reassures him that he’s doing just fine, but Floyd can see right through his lies. He can tell that Jade’s more frazzled than usual--there’s a lingering to his words, and a longing in his eyes, savoring every last bit of autonomy he has before his fate is forever sealed.

Floyd hates it. He hates being lied to by his own brother, and he hates feeling powerless to stop the wedding. Floyd’s so angry that he develops this murderous aura in the weeks leading up to the wedding, which makes everyone around him shy away.

One day, he gets sick of being in the water--it’s a reminder of the wedding to come--so Floyd plays basketball on land to vent. He ends up chomping down so hard that he deflates a ball, then dunks another basketball so hard, he breaks the net.

He sprawls out on the ground and angrily shouts at the sky. His basketball bonks him on the head... and that’s when an idea hits him: maybe he can’t stop the wedding alone, but no one said he couldn’t phone some friends.

Assembling the Dream Team

Floyd first dials up Azul, who agrees to help after some whining and signing a contract agreeing to pay Azul handsomely for his services (... although truthfully, the octopus does want to help Jade, but doesn't immediately agree to do it because of his pride as a businessman).

Floyd also calls his old basketball buddies for help! Jamil and Ace are much more adamant than Azul, but Floyd strongarms them into pitching in. ("Umihebi-kun, Kani-chan, if you don't help me rescue Jade, I'll get suuuper mad, you know? I don't think you'll like me when I get mad. Moray eels are strong hunters, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem for me to track you guys down and give you a good squeeze~" "OKAY, OKAY, WE'LL DO IT!!")

Together, the four boys meet up to scheme of a way to disrupt the wedding without jeopardizing the Leech mob's future. Floyd actively leads the discussion, allowing his hidden genius to come to the surface.

Ace doesn’t contribute much to the strategy (laid out by Azul), but he does keep the spirit up with some jokes. Meanwhile, Jamil provides snacks for them when they work late into the night (though he keeps passing semi-glares to Azul whenever the octopus compliments him or tries to be friendly).

In preparation for the crashing, Azul brews some potions to give Jamil and Ace so they can take on temporary merforms. After all, the wedding will be underwater, in the Coral Sea, and they’ll need tail fins.

The date of destiny draws ever closer... and Floyd's never been so excited to cause chaos in his whole life.

The Crashing - Team Azul & Jamil

They split into two pairs on the day of the wedding—Azul and Jamil, and Floyd and Ace. Floyd uses his position as the future son-in-law to Don Worm to arrange a meeting between himself and the don... except Azul and Jamil will show up instead.

Don Worm shows up to the meeting in his finest clothes (which is very little, given that he’s a merman), sounding a bit annoyed the sudden summoning. “Make this quick, I’ve got to go see my baby girl’s big day... Wait. You fellas aren’t the F. Leech boy.”

“No, we aren’t, sir. We are his representatives... Proxies, if you will,” Azul insists, giving his warmest and most welcoming smile. He uses a tentacle to tug on Jamil’s tail, forcing him to smile too. “You see, there is an important business matter we needed to discuss with you on behalf of Floyd.”

“Hoh? And what would that be?”

“I believe my business associate would be better off explaining the matter than myself.” Azul gestures to Jamil, who has his head down.

“Oi, what’s with you? Don’t you know who I am, boy? It’s rude to not look your elders in the eye when they are speaking to you!! Show me the respect I deserve, from one professional to another!!”

“My apologies, sir.” Jamil looks up, locking eyes with the mob boss. “... Is this better?”

“Yes, that’s...”

“Snake Whisper.”

Don Worm suddenly goes glassy-eyed and slack-jawed. Azul claps at the sight, showering his partner with compliments. “As expected of the talented Jamil-san! Even one look from you can bring a mafia lord to his downfall. Truly, your Unique Magic is most impressive!”

“Save your flattery for later.”

Azul’s lips curl into a smirk as he whips out a golden contract from his briefcase and offers it to the don. “Now then, if you wouldn’t mind, sir... sign on the dotted line.”

The Crashing - Team Floyd & Ace

Ace and Floyd rush to the wedding venue, their tails cutting through the water like knives as they swim at a breakneck pace. Ace can barely keep up with Floyd, who surges far ahead.

“H-Hey, should we really be barging in like this?! Don’t mob families have weapons and other dangerous stuff? Is there a backdoor we can take instead? Hello?! Floyd-senpai, are you listening to me?!” (He isn’t.)

The open, underwater comes into view, and Floyd barrels in without any hesitation, tearing right through some decorations and knocking over the wedding cake with his tail. A loud CRASH! echoes through the waters, drawing eyes to him.

Jade stares at his brother from the altar—wide eyed, but a mirthful smile on his lips. Floyd waves to him, and then to his mom and dad in the crowd of guests. “Hiii, Jade! I’m here to pick you up now.”

The Worm girl starts sobbing, wailing something about how her special day’s been ruined, and where is her papa to put an end to this? At her signal, security guards, and some of the rougher looking guests—Worm family associates—lunge at Floyd, claws and teeth out. A few of them have produced wands, and what seem to be guns—loaded with harpoons.

“Bind the Heart!” Objects and stray magic go flying in all directions, hitting both people and wedding decorations. Cloth tears, columns crumble—but it’s one man against many, and he can only bind so many hearts before the blot starts to stack.

Ace makes it just in time, sending their foes and their weapons hurtling through the water with a blast of wind. “This is why I said to be careful, dammit! Your Unique Magic’s such a crapshoot—don’t just use it whenever, or you’ll be sushi!!!”

“Ahahahah! Kani-chan’s being all heroic today! That’s so cute. Don’t worry, I can play my part, too...!!”

Using his tail, Floyd hooks around a drifting merman and chucks him straight into another. They collide with a CRACK!—but Floyd barely registers it. He’s already bolting off, grabbing heads and smashing them together, slicing through others like a knife through butter.

There’s a crazed, frenzied look to him, gleeful laughter cutting through the waters and mixing with the Worm bride’s screeching. I forgot how scary Floyd-senpai can be, Ace realizes. (Jade and Floyd’s parents are cheering for him from their seats.)

Jade looks quite proud of his brother, even laughing along to the brutal slaughterfest. His bride stares at him incredulously. “Stop that brute! He’s ruining MY special day!!”

“No,” Jade replies calmly. “I don’t think I will. This is far too amusing to let it end so soon.”

She lets out a frustrated scream and launches herself at her groom, hands going for his throat. The Worm girl is slammed back with a strong hit to her gut, courtesy of Jade’s tail.

She flies back, slamming into a column—and feels a tail wrapping around her and squeezing tight. Constricting her to the point where it was difficult to breathe. A livid mermaid glares down at her, teeth bared in a snarl.

“No one lays a hand on my children,” Mama Leech declares. “No one.”

From the corner of her eye, the Worm girl can see that Jade has cast off his bow tie and flitted over to Floyd, embracing happily in a battlefield adorned with red ribbons trailing through the water. Her vision is abruptly blocked off by a broad-shouldered merman wearing a grimace.

“Now then, what shall we do with this one?” Papa Leech wonders aloud—though from his tone of voice, he has nothing good in store.

The Aftermath

“You’re all fish bait when daddy hears about this...!” the Worm girl warns, her words raspy. “Th-The merger won’t go through...! There’ll be war between the Leeches and the Worms...!”

A loud throat clearing comes from behind. “Fortunately, that won’t be happening.”

Azul and Jamil make their appearance, the octopus merman smugly showcasing a contract. “Ashengrotto—Azul Ashengrotto, legal and business extraordinaire at your service, Don Leech and Lady Leech.”

Papa Leech grunts. “What’s that you’ve got there?”

“This?” Azul’s smirk widens. “Why, it’s a prenuptial stating that, in the case that an act of violence is enacted by the bride toward the groom, the marriage is considered null and void... and the bride’s family assets are to be claimed by the groom. Signed by Don Worm himself.”

“Wh-What?! Impossible!! How did you get daddy to sign such a stupid deal?!”

“Oh,” Jamil says nonchalantly, “we have our ways.”

“So... Uh, Jade-senpai’s still gonna be the next Don Leech?! And he’s gonna be in charge of an even bigger and richer family... How is that any better than the situation before?! You’re just giving him more resources for committing crimes!”

At that moment, two hands come down on Ace’s shoulders, causing him to freeze up.

“Kani-chaaaaan! Everyone!! Thanks so much for your help~”

“Yes, you have my sincerest thanks, Ace-san, Jamil-san... Azul.”

“It is my pleasure to assist such VIP clients. Ah, but there remains the matter of my promised payment—” (Jamil and Ace internally groan at Azul’s words.)

“Payment?” Don Leech scoffs. “After the ballsy operation you boys pulled off today... I’m more inclined to give you job offers instead of a one time sum. How do you lads feel about being hired as the Leech family’s personal lawyer, interrogator, and... well, whatever the heart one is good at.”

“My, my! Such a generous and lucrative offer—“

“There is no way I’m accepting that, especially if that means working with Azul.”

“Oi, I’ll have you know I’m good at lots of stuff!! I’m the one that saved Floyd’s tail fins, is no one gonna acknowledge that?!”

“You did amazing, sweetie!!” Mama Leech chirps—her tail grip tightening until the Worm girl passes out. Ace leaps back in fright. “As a reward, why don’t you let me give you a hug?”

“S-STAY BACK!!”

“Ahahahah! Everyone’s getting along so well, Jade. Isn’t this fun? You wouldn’t be able to enjoy this if you had gone to get hitched.”

“Fufufu. You are correct, Floyd. How sad it would have been if I were to miss out on touching moments such as this. From the bottom of my heart... I thank you for thinking of me, and for rushing to my aid. I could not have asked for a better brother.”

... What Floyd doesn’t know is that this was all according to keikaku Jade’s own machinations. He would never take the order to marry lying down—but he couldn’t outright defy it without immediate consequences, either.

Thank the Great Seven Jade has reliable puppets friends to help him out of a pinch. I’ll be certain to put the additional funds we have gained to good use... Perhaps to start a little mushroom farm.

#Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #Azul Ashengrotto #Ace Trappola #Jamil Viper #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #wedding crashing #spoilers

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golddaggers · 4 years

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Flores

pairing: thor x reader

a/n: it’s suprise surprise nsfw. it’s been a while since i wrote something smutty so. i hope you guys enjoy it. i might’ve indulged myself a bit by making the reader brazillian, but other than that, there’s not really many mentions to her appearance. unless you wanna picture me and thor. im joking..... or am i. ahahahah (also i should warn that there’s a few bits in portuguese BUT i explain what they are talking about so you should be fine if you don’t speak my sweet language)

word count: 4,5k+

music to this: flores by luiza sonza

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The night air was hot and humid. It’d rained a little earlier. It wasn’t anything new to me, when you’re born in Brazil, these unstable forecasts were the rule. Either way, being back here was odd, even more when, by my side, I had, with no actual joke, a god.

The two of us had been assigned a mission. It was pretty ridiculous. Tony and Steve both knew about the stupid infatuation I had towards him. Ugh. To this moment, I had no idea how I had gone through two consecutive days without jumping on him.

Daring to look at him, it wasn't hard to spot the aggressive tan on his skin. An angry red colour covering the entirety of his torso, now covered by a loose, sleeveless shirt, which, may I add, displayed the bulging muscles of his arms. Despite looking fine, all smiling and curious to his surroundings, I knew, once we were back at the hotel, he'd be begging me to put some cool cream on his back.

Much of a whining baby for a superhero.

I can't bite back a chuckle, which draws his attention, a brow up in question.

"It's nothing," I shrugged it off, "Just… the people, they can't stop staring at you."

"Is it jealousy I hear in your voice, my lady?"

A wave of embarrassment rushes through me, so I look away. I wasn't jealous, no, but I wasn't happy either with all the attention he was getting. Beautiful women, far prettier than I was myself, were just waiting for their turn to come at him. I knew he wouldn't act on it out of respect. We were here in business and nothing else, not that it helped anyway. A bitter aftertaste in the back of my mouth was all I got.

There's a brief smirk resting on his pink lips, it's so fast I'm not sure it was there in the first place. Thor grabs my elbow, gently guiding me towards the kiosk I told him I wanted to go.

Part of our mission was to mingle with the locals, get as much information as we could to track down the guy we were looking for. Since I was the only one in our team that spoke Portuguese, it was obvious that I should be heading the mission here. My backup, however, was a surprise. Thor offered himself to go with me. He wanted to visit the warm, beautiful lands of southern America. Or so he said.

Tony, the insensitive prick, said that just the two of us would be enough. I insisted that maybe Wanda or Natasha should tag along, only to have it waved it away.

Here we were, in the middle of a small town, nowhere near finding the son of a bitch and my sanity going down the drain.

"Boa noite!" The waiter mumbled, his caramel skin shining under the moonlight. A shoulder-length, jet-black hair framing his face. I could tell he was nice, "Vocês preferem sentar aqui fora ou numa mesa lá dentro?"

Thor's eyes fell on me, unsure of what to answer. My mind's worries soon washed away - being completely honest, it felt good to feel needed by him.

"Aqui fora. Com um calor desses, acho que eu ia fritar aí dentro. Ele também" Pointing with a thumb back at Thor, "não tá acostumado. Parece um camarão depois de um dia na praia."

He laughs, resting a hand on my shoulder, which earns a stern look from the big Thunder God. He just wasn't used to all the touching we had here, so an arm suddenly clasps around my shoulders, tugging me closer to him. I lose my balance for a second, my hand gripping at his shirt so I don't fall down.

The waiter looks at him for an instant, dumbfounded, almost frightened, by his abrupt motion. I couldn't blame him though, the way Thor was looking at the poor guy would’ve sent the bravest soldiers running. I shot him a wrathful glare.

"Olha, traz uma cerveja e uma água de côco, por favor." A mortified feature takes up my face as I look towards the waiter, making sure to also quickly apologise for Thor's behaviour.

"Claro, claro…" Swallowing dryly, it's palpable he's not comfortable anymore, "Alguma preferência pela cerveja?"

Shoot. I understood nothing of beers and Thor would cause a scene if they brought him a weak one. I glance at him, uncertain. He still has a strong arm around my shoulder, the smile is much softer though. It feels like he's saying it doesn't matter.

"Hmm, que é que você tem de forte aí?"

"Heineken talvez?"

"É, me parece bom."

After one measured smile, the boy disappears to get the orders and I untangle myself from the strong grip. Thor wears a sheepish look, knowing damn well I would give him a piece of my mind for acting this way. As if a scrawny guy like that could pose a threat to me.

Huffing, I shake my head and walk to the far left wing of the kiosk, looking for a half-decent table. They all seemed worn out and old. At last, I take a seat at the one who allows me to look at the people by the beach, the night's about to start. For a brief moment, I recall all those years ago, when I was like that. Carefree and uncomplicated, my feet buried in white sand.

"Are you okay?" It's deep and resonating, he's sitting across me, blocking my view slightly, "You are not giving me the ‘cold shoulder’, as you Midgardians say, are you?"

"Thor," The blue in his eyes gets me thrown off, I struggle to voice what I want to tell him, "Listen, you can't act like that, okay? We can’t draw attention to us."

"I am beyond sorry, little one," He does look like it, "He touched you and I just... I am clueless as to why I lost my senses the way I did."

"I’m hurt you think I cannot take up that guy," Snorting, I allow myself a short laugh, "If I remember correctly, I tackled you down the first time we met."

A large smile rules his features, shoulders falling down in relaxation. One of the things that made me even more head over heels for him was this. The quiet intimacy we shared. A peaceful friendship.

Something about the way he stared at me got me all wobbly. Intense and burning. Fuck. I needed to get over this, whatever this was, this teenager crush crap. He was my friend. And my colleague. If feelings got in the way, it would be a liability for me. I wouldn't have it.

"It was not about your fighting skills," Thor starts, clasping his hands together, "I just-"

Before the sentence met its end, the waiter arrived. Thor cursed, in what I thought to be Old Norse, under his breath, fury scrambling up his handsome features while two drinks were placed in front of us. I have to purse my lips to prevent a giggle.

The guy was gone as soon as he scribbled down onto the small paper controlling our order. We were alone once more, a few couples seated away from us, chatting quickly. I couldn't seem to pay attention to that, not when this magnetic force of a man, a god, kept staring at me. Analysing my features, my reactions.

Somehow I was left a queasy mess, sipping on my water, gazing at the cool green coconut between my hands.

"How come you find this tasty?" Thor questioned then, finally glancing away and taking a swig from the green bottle.

"It's cold and sweet," I shrugged, "Wanna' taste it?" There's a puzzling gleam in his eyes, "Come on, sit beside me so you can take a sip."

A grin beams on my face as I pat on the empty chair beside me. In a matter of seconds I can feel the warmth he radiates, my eyes capturing from a closer view what our little beach rendezvous gifted him with.

Thor looks at me in expectation.

"Go ahead."

"You mind not that we share the - how is this called?"

"Straw? Nah. Sip it up." Rubbing his back soothingly, a small wince of pain retching the gorgeous expression he had before, "Are you okay?"

A smile is quick to creep up on his lips, "Yes. I fear the sun was merciless with me."

"Oh yes, I’m sure of it. You were not ready for the Brazilian warmth," My right hand fell to his knee, "Besides, I should have remembered to bring sunblock."

He nods, glancing at the coconut for a moment then back at me.

"How come you are not red as me?" Curiosity soaks up the cobalt in his irises, "Instead your skin shines like gold."

Leaning in towards him, I chuckle, my face partially hidden in the width of his bicep. Anyone on the outside would probably think we were together - God knows I wished that was true.

"I am not white as you are, Thor," His fingers toy with the hem of my white sundress and I indulge him, "Now, are you stalling because you don't want to drink my coconut water?"

While he busied himself figuring out how he feels about the drink, I examined the surroundings. I felt as if someone had been watching us, but there was nothing except the hungry eyes of the people who fancied to be in my place. Sitting beside him. I shrug, sliding my hand down his bicep and squeezing softly.

We stayed for a few extra minutes, we’d been wandering all day and, although it was only half past nine, I was no longer in the mood to do any more exploring. This guy, wherever he might be hiding, seemed to have vanished from Earth. Which, considering, could actually be a possibility.

I was still hopeful by the time I returned to New York, I’d have at a clue. Something to point us in the right direction.

The hotel we were staying at was a five minute walk from the kiosk and we made our way in absolute silence. Tony had arranged, quite conveniently, a room for the both of us. To my surprise, it was a double bed room. And we were supposed to share. Ugh. Tony was such a pain in my ass. I would break his nose the second I stepped inside his freaking building.

The room wasn’t as luxurious as one might think. The bed had had its bedspreads and pillowcases changed while we were out, I could smell the lavender softener when I fell onto it, pulling one of the fluffy pillows to a childish hug, my nose buried. They had also left the Air Conditioner on, the cool a nice reliever to heat I was feeling.

By the time I looked up, Thor had discarded his shirt and tactel shorts. He’d bought a hideous pair of shorts when we arrived at the beach, I suggested he buy another one, but he was adamant. I laughed aloud when he walked out of the bathroom on them, and he’d been a bit annoyed because of it. A smile crept into my face, my brain not quite digesting the fact he was almost entirely bare in front of me.

“I think I will take you up on that offer to use that creamy thing on me,” He mumbled, scratching the back of his head, “Norns, my skin feels like it is...”

“Burning?” I said and he nodded, “I had a few of those, nothing a good lotion can’t help. Tomorrow I will spray so much sunblock on you, you’ll look like a snowman.”

A hearty laugh slipped as he sat down on the bed. I licked my lips, a bit lost on the edges of his abs, before I stood up, scavenging my bag for some Nivea. It was a small package, the only one I could find in the small store at the end of the block, right around the time I figured out he’d be asking me to do that.

With the cream on my hand, I got back on the bed, standing on my knees so I could better apply it. His shoulders coiled when I started rubbing his back, despite my touch being feather-like. I asked, a whisper, if he wanted me to stop, he just grunted to keep going, which I did.

Everything was… tight. All his muscles in place, shaped after a marble statue, or so it seemed. I went lower, reaching his hips, Thor leaned onto my hands, his head falling back a bit. The way he looked, all careless, made me sigh, reaching for more cream. It was time to take care of that angry red chest.

“Could you… Um… Lie down?” My stupid hesitance made him beam, cocky, nodding, “Ok, good. How are you feeling?”

“Hmmm, much better.”

Lids shut and arms spread wide, he was the perfect image of someone utterly relaxed. I poured some more lotion on my hand, starting at the crooks of his neck, a circle motion as I descended to his pecks, feeling the fair hairs there, unnoticeable unless you looked up close.

As I continued, I couldn’t help but allow my mind to wander. I thought about the first time I realised the stupid infatuation, how had been as silly as him offering me a glass of water, a nice smile shining on his face, the unshaven face worried. We had come back from a battle, I’d been hurt, nothing too serious, or so doctor Yumi said, even so, he was concerned about my health, checking up on me.

It didn’t fool me in the slightest, I knew the affection came from our friendship. I would be lying, however, if I said it didn’t impact me.

In all seriousness, I was worth an award for keeping it together. Massaging his chest, feeling the stiffness under my fingertips, hearing soft sounds of enjoyment - I couldn’t lie even if I wanted to, I was aroused. My panties were growing uncomfortable and painful even, the rhythmic throb distracting me further.

“My sweetheart?”

“Sorry. Did you say something?”

“Yes, I said we should take another approach when looking for this guy.”

“Uh-uh? What do you suggest we do?”

Stopping, I looked up for a moment. Deep blue gazing at me for a moment too long, then he shook his head, sitting upright. I touched his shoulder gently, Thor was quick to snatch my hand and wrap it between his.

“We should go around the edges… Find people associated with him. Someone is bound to turn him in, or at least point us in the right direction.”

“That sounds, um, reasonable.” He made a sound in agreement, “Listen, I’m gonna take a shower, okay?”

“Yes, it is quite alright. Thank you for working wonders with those fingers.”

“It was nothing.”

The sweat at the bottom of my spine made me quiver, or maybe it was the dangerous way Thor looked at me. Part of me was hopeful I wasn’t misreading the signs… But even if it was the case, I couldn’t act on it, so I stood up, walking to the bathroom, the change of temperature was abrupt, it was much warmer there.

Someone had changed the towels as well, all of them white, fluffy and with the hotel’s brand embroidered to it. I picked one up, placing it closer to the shower box - inside, a glass shelf was packed with shampoo, conditioner and soap, all sealed and closed. It would be nice to have a cool shower, certainly it would help with the flush of warmth between my legs.

I tossed the dress on the floor, slipping out of my panties in a rush. Staring myself in the mirror above the sink, I noticed the bronze shade my skin had grown into, my hair tangled and loose in soft waves - Thor had a point, I looked glowy. The thought made me laugh.

A lone toothbrush sat inside a tiny pink cup by the faucet, mine. I took it, brushing my teeth quickly, feeling refreshed as soon as they were properly clean. It felt nice. I turned on the shower, water spraying down like rain, extra cold. Just what I needed.

Before I had the chance to hop in, the door squeaked open.

"You forgot your sponge."

The voice was deep. Firm, even. Like I wasn't standing bulk naked in front of him. A surprised sound slipped, the first instinct being reaching for the towel and wrapping it around me, only then I dared to look in his direction, mortified.

"You should've knocked," It was pathetic, but I wouldn’t show how affected I was, “I could’ve been-”

“Naked? You were. And you should not be embarrassed about it.” Thor says then, staring at me blatantly, “Your body is-”

“Thor, don’t.” I took the sponge from his hands, “I need to take my shower, I’m sweaty and-”

The soft squeeze on my shoulders threw me off, a press of his lips against mine was enough to make my legs weak. They were warm and soft, I gave in without putting up a fight. Wasn’t this what I wanted all along? That he would kiss me? Why should I do anything to prevent it from happening?

There were reasons. I could reckon it. How could I remember them, however, when his touch sank lower, squeezing the flesh of my hips? A little moan came out, Thor grunting in response.

“If you want me to stop… I think you should say it now.”

“I don’t.”

He pushed me inside the box, the stark contrast between the warmth he emanated and the cold water falling down in a cascade made me cling to him harder, kissing his skin, slowly descending only to acknowledge he still had his boxers on. I bit my bottom lip, glaring up at him, Thor was such a sight to behold... I could feel my breath stuck on my throat. He massages my neck, edging me to do what I wanted, and so I did, throwing it off, a wet splash sound when it fell on the floor.

My imagination paid no justice to the full extension of his naked body, the nights I pleasured myself imagining him and here I was, with him eager for me to touch him, to give him pleasure. I wasn’t going to lie, it felt pretty powerful to have a man like that all worked up because of me.

I opened my mouth for an instant, then closed it up, deciding to stroke him instead. If anything, I would take my time with him, play my way. So I took him on my hand, squeezing, pumping up and down, my eyes stuck on his - lust dripping from him. I could nearly taste it.

Fingers threaded on my hair, Thor tugs, just hard enough to bend my head further up. I grunt. I'm not used to that, the men I've been with before weren't exactly on the rough side. It feels nice nonetheless.

Spit gathers in my mouth, I'm longing to know what’s his flavour, I’m craving to see if I can take him all in. Somewhere, lost behind my gaze of desire, I feel the ache on my knees, they’d be red and bruised later, not that I would care.

Finally, I can’t hold back anymore. The teasing has grown too much, I am an impatient woman - I wrap my lips around the pink head, feeling the throb of a vein on my tongue, a loud groan coming from him, the fistful of my own hair tight. I let him, allowing his dick to slide deeper, careful to curl my lips inward. He goes until my breaking point, I feel the air slipping, the water reaching my eyes - I don’t want to stop though, a hand cupping his balls carefully while the other scratches his lower back.

A gag makes him pull back, saliva dripping down my chin, I laugh, my hand back on him, sliding easily up and down. Thor looks nonplussed, his thumb grazing my cheek gently.

"I want to take you so bad," He mumbles, "I have wanted to since I laid my eyes on you."

"Is that so?"

Back on my feet, a nagging pain takes over my knees. I tried to move past it, pulling him into a kiss, which he responded with fervour, his touch moving toward my ass, squeezing the flesh. I moan into his mouth, gripping his neck tightly, nipping at his bottom lip.

Thor forces me up, my own legs wrapping around his waistline. I feel him so close to me, warm, and I throb again. Clenching around nothing. It feels like torture. But he kisses me again, my back pressed against the cold ceramic-tiled wall.

I think it's when he'll put himself inside me, now, with me pressed to him, my nipples hard on his chest. If we weren't under streaming water, he'd realise how wet I was. Instead, however, he puts me down. I frown before he knees in front of me.

He kisses my stomach, plays with my belly button, the rough fingertips moving down with him. I quake in anticipation. Thor bites down on my inner thigh, a mischievous smirk plastered on that goddamn beautiful face. I grab his blond hair, tugging just as he did with mine, his laugh nears a guttural sound.

“Now tell me, what is it that you wish me to do?”

A glimmer of a smile comes across my face. He wants to play a game, I will give it to him.

“Eat me.”

“Is that an order, captain?”

With my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod, no hesitations. That’s when he grabs my thighs, lifting me off the ground, as if I was weightless - being manhandled wasn’t something I was used to, but, God, with him, I’d let it.

It’s slow at first. Thor edges his way into my pussy, I still grab his hair, I make him look at me, and he does. He’s so compliant to what I want, I feel I might come just then. His nose traces a line along my inner thigh, so damn close to where I wanted his pretty mouth on, he bites, just hard enough to leave a mark. I shake above him, my heels digging into his back. Only then he starts.

A trembling gasp leaves my lips. He plays his way, savouring, like I’m the best goddamn meal he ever had. Just to watch him do it, it’s arousing, but the touch of his tongue, soft on my clit, circling then kissing. The best I ever had, definitely. He’d spoil this, too, for other men.

“So good,” My fingers are threaded deep into that silky blond cascate, “You’re such a good boy,” A moan slips, ”eating me out like that. Oh fuck.”

Thor stops suddenly, blue eyes on mine.

“What did you say?”

“I said,” Power is now coursing through me, “you’re a good boy when you do as I tell you to.”

He doesn’t say anything and dives back in, fierce. I scream, it’s the first time, no one has ever made me scream so loud, but I can’t hold it in. Thor kicks it up a notch, fingers teasing my wet entrance, I can feel myself falling. It had been a while since I’d… Though I doubt that he couldn’t rip it out of me that quick anyway.

His middle finger finally pushes in, so I clench, my back arching while my hands let the dampen hair go. I’m barely hanging, and I wasn’t quite sure when I came, his name over and over being screamed past my lips, my whole body frantic. My entire being falls into a sea of calmness.

I’m aware he’s inside me soon after. And that the water is no longer running. I cling to him, biting his shoulder each thrust of his hips against mine. He feels desperate. Eager to feel good. I don’t blame him. Not when I feel myself spiraling again, the tingling spreading from the tip of my toes.

It’s rhythmic. His deep sounds stir me. I scratch his back, he mutters my name. I want to make him mine, to have him calling my name like that over and over. He exposes my chest, kissing the skin there, getting sloppier. I realise he’s close, and so am I. Again.

That doesn’t happen often. I could only guess it had to do with his technique.

He goes first, spilling himself inside, tightening his grip, and his throbbing takes me down. We both stay hugged for a moment, the high weaning off. I feel at utmost ecstasy.

A moment later, Thor takes me to the bedroom, still dripping from the shower. I’m like jelly, so I let him take care of me. The aftercare is sweet, gentle, he dries my body, slides a cotton camisole on me and then, finally, takes place by my side. I feel in control over my body again, though I don’t want to let him go.

We stay still until there’s a knock on the door, barely a rap.

“See who is it?” I ask, a yawn following.

“You’re the one who speaks portuguese.”

“You just need gesturing."

“Sweetheart…”

I sigh, rolling my eyes. Standing up, the camisole falls to my mid-thighs, but I’m still in such a blissful state, I don’t really mind.

“Sim…?” The boy seemed embarrassed to say the least, “Aconteceu algo?”

“É que a gente recebeu… Uh, algumas reclamações.”

“Reclamação de quê?”

“Que a senhora… Bem, grita muito.”

Shame floods in. I can’t believe someone had placed a complaint about me yelling. During sex. Oh my fucking lord. That was rich. I excused myself, with deep apologies for the disturbance, and shut the door.

“What did he want?” Thor is lying flat, his head resting on his folded arms.

“I was, um, too loud. And some guests complained.”

He gazes at me for just a moment before bursting into laughter. Loud, contagious if I didn’t feel a bit bothered that other people had heard that.

“Stop laughing. This isn’t funny.”

“It’s funny to me, sweetheart.”

“Next time I will have to tone it down.”

“Next time?” He questions, gaze sparkling with curiosity, “There will be a next time?”

It’s my turn to beam, a naughty grin plastered all over my face.

“Oh my sweet boy,” I’m settled on his lap, his hands gripping the tender skin of my hips, ”Did you think I was done with you?”

“No, I did not.”

“Good,” I trace his lips with my fingers, throbbing again, eager for more and more and more of him, “What do you say we make up for the lost time?”

Thor pulls me into an urgent kiss and I can’t help but think that I’d actually be thanking Tony for giving me the best trip of my life.

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in italics if i couldn’t tag you

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reidsbookclub · 2 years

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1.) AHHHHH THE GIDEON AND SPENCE CHRISTMAS EDIT I SAVED THIS FASTER THAN LIGHT ISTG-

sorry for the screaming, lets move on to the next one.

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Chapter 10 - Change

Blue pill or red pill - Jungkook

Description: You're a young girl, who's a little bit introverted and afraid to be under everybody's eyes. You only have your best friend, but it's ok for you. You don't want to be popular and believe in minimal things. One day you meet a guy. Or two?

Jungkook x Reader

The imagines I used are not mine Credit to the owners

Jungkook's pov

It's been a few days now and I haven't seen y/n since the date night. I'm not mad at her. After all it's not the first time that my brother steals a girl from me. It actually happens all the time.

But this one was different. She made me feel some type of emotions, that I didn't even think they could exist.

That hurt me a lot. If she only would have told me.

Even now, I'm willing to listen to her. But I don't think I will believe her. It's not believing in her or no. I guess it's something else. But I don't know how to describe it.

It's really sad these days since y/n doesn't come to school and Rosé told me that she doesn't answer her text messages. She's planning on visiting her one of these days, without telling her. I think for now, is better this way. I think, it' would be too awkward if the two of us meet right away. We both need some time.

Honestly, I don't think I can face her.

Also my brother, Jungwook, seems different. Usually after stealing my girl, he would tease me for forever. But after that morning in class, when Rosé was that angry, he didn't do anything to me.

Perhaps because I don't leave my room when I'm at home and when I'm in class I'm always by myself in a corner, like the beginning of school.

I think Jungwook noticed that this time it was different, for every single one of us. In the past I've never really had feelings towards those girls. But this time I really fell in love with y/n. That's why it hurts more than ever.

I'm in my room now, and as I keep thinking about my life, I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in" I say.

I see Jungwook entering the room.

"You don't have to knock on the door. It's also your room" I say, now looking at the book I'm holding. I didn't even realize that for all this time I was reading a book, while thinking about all that mess.

"I prepared a sandwich. Here" my brother says putting that thing on my desk. And leaves right after, closing the door silently.

"What's wrong with him?" I question myself. He's strange. He's never done stuff for me. He also has never talked to me, if not for school stuff.

I slowly took the sandwich he made for me and look at what's inside, to see if he may poisoned it or not. It looks like a regular one, with a bit of salad, tuna and mayonnaise. I'm a bit hesitant at first, but eventually end up giving a big bite on it. it's actually good!

I smile a bit at my brother little present. I know it's only a sandwich, but it's actually the first gift I've ever received from him.

We don't hate each other. We just disagree with everything.

Another day has passed and now it's Thursday morning.

Y/n didn't show up at school today. Again. I think she won't come until next week at this point.

Now we're waiting for the teacher to come inside the classroom, but I start to feel a bit hot. I try to make some wind with my hands in front of my face, but I keep sweating. I suddenly choke on my spit and start coughing hard.

"Here" I hear Jungwook voice. I turn to face him and he's handing me a bottle of water. I quickly grab it and start drinking right away, to make myself calm down and be able to breath properly.

"T-Thanks..." I say surprised by his actions and hands the bottle back to him.

"you can keep it" he says, now looking at his notebook.

Everyone is looking at me and Jungwook shocked. My jaw drops. What? It's the first time ever he talked to me in front of our classmates. I guess everyone else is surprised about this, as I see their widened eyes and mouths opened.

I try not to think too much about this and keep doing the lesson.

As the class ends I feel someone calling my name:

"Jungkook, I didn't understand this part of the lesson. Can you explain it to me real quick?" it's Jungwook again. he doesn't look at me. His eyes are focused on his notes, in particular on a specific line at which he's pointing is finger at. I nod, but before explaining it to me, I look up worried, to see everyone looking at us again.

What's happening to him? Since when did he start studying?

Before leaving the classroom, I grip on Jimin's arm, hinting him that I needed to talk to him.

"Do you perhaps know what happened to my brother?" I ask a bit unsure of his possible answer.

"I honestly don't know Jungkook. Both me and Rosé were so shocked, when we saw his behavior today. I don't really know what got into him. But I guess it's better now, that he gives you some respect" he says patting my shoulder and leaves with his girlfriend.

Now I'm in my room, reviewing today's lesson, when...

"Jungkook!" I hear my brother screaming from downstairs "Come here please". Please? Did he really say 'please'? What is happening again.

As I make my way on the steps I see him on the couch, holding a pen and looking at a book, which is laying on his knees.

"Oh you're here!" he says enthusiastic "Come fast"

I quickly run to him and see him trying to solve a problem. As I look at the description, I notice that it's the homework that our professor gave to us. He's really doing homework?

"Did you hit your head or something?" I ask him confused.

"If you don't want to help me, you can go" he says to me. I slowly sit next to him and start explaining everything.

Once I'm done with my explanation, I hear him saying:

"Thanks brother" and going upstairs in our room. He's really strange. Not that I don't like this, but I think that there's some reason behind his behavior.

In a blink of an eye, it's Friday morning. I'm changing into my clothes and getting ready to go to school. After preparing all my stuff, I go downstairs to eat breakfast and I find Jungwook eating.

"I prepared some pancakes for both of us. Want some?" he asks me. I'm a bit hesitant but eventually end up sitting in front of him and trying the dish he prepared.

"It's really good!" I say widening my eyes and looking at him. And at that moment I freeze.

Is he really smiling at me? I mean, he smiled even before, but this time it's not one of his evil smiles or grins. I'm literally speechless. Did I really do something to him? I don't know if to be happy of afraid.

"Good, now I'll change into my clothes. I'll meet you at school" and with that he goes into his room.

I'm literally shocked.

Now I'm in class. It has already passed an hour and y/n hasn't shown up yet. This makes me feel sad a bit.

"Jungkook" I hear Rosé calling my name, so I turn to face her "I forgot to tell you that yesterday I went to y/n's house, to check on her" I can feel my eyes lighting up as I hear that name.

"How is she?" I ask a bit concerned.

"She seemed ok. She was wearing very baggy clothes. She said it was because she wanted to be comfortable around the house. But from her face I could notice that she lost a bit of weight. A part from, that she seemed fine"

I'm a bit revealed to hear that actually. I mean, after all I still love her. This feeling won't go away, but on the other hand I don't want to go back to her after knowing that she kissed my brother. Everybody says that it was Jungwook who first kissed her, but my brother didn't say so. After all there were only him and y/n at that moment, so anybody doesn't really know how things went. Except for Jungwook and y/n.

Who should I trust? My brother? The one who made my youth like hell? Or Y/n? the one who stole my heart and right after broke it, lying to me?

As I think about these questions, I notice that the professor is testing my brother on the problem I explained him yesterday. I don't know why, but I want him to get a good mark. As he writes on the white board, it seems that he got my explanation and that he understood the problem.

"Great Jungwook! Now you can go to you seat" says the professor after a while.

All eyes are glued on Jungwook, as he walks towards his chair and sits. I also look at him and I see him forming a kiss with his lips and looking at me.

What was that? Everybody are now looking at me, and I'm blushing really hard. Like what the hell? Am I really blushing because my brother just sent me a flying kiss? What is happening really.

Now I'm in my room, with my brother. I'm at my desk studying and he's laying down on his bed, watching some videos with his phone. I don't know why, but I really like this sensation. The fact that we're both in the same room and I don't have to be nervous.

"AHAHAHHAHAHHAH" I hear him laughing hard "JUNGKOOK COME HERE AHAHAHAH"

I turn around and see him holding his belly and crying with laughter. I stand up and sit next to him, but I feel his arm around my shoulder and he makes me lay next to him, still with his arm around me.

"Look!" he says smiling like crazy. He shows me a really funny video. As much as I try to hold in my laughter, I explode and laugh with him.

I feel so happy right now, it's the first time I laugh like this with my brother. I don't want this moment to end.

We ended up watching funny videos all day long and laughing together, him still with his arm around me.

By the end of the day I look at him and realize how much time we've wasted over some useless and random fights.

And that's how we ended our day: laughing like crazy and holding each other.

A couple of days has passed and now it's Monday morning. I spent the rest of the weekend having fun with my brother, watching funny videos and studying together. I still don't know why he's changed so drastically, but I don't want to know. I'm afraid that if I ask him, something bad will happen. So I'll leave things like this and enjoy these precious moments.

Another class just started everyone looks shocked as I ask Jungwook to go shopping with me today. And they freeze even more after they hear my brother saying yes to me.

After classes, we headed to buy some clothes right away. I asked Jungkook for some advices. I wanted to try some new styles.

Now I'm in the changing room trying on other clothes, when I hear my brother saying:

"Wow Jungkook. You have a really nice body!"

I turn around seeing him looking at my body and quickly cover my self in embarrassment, looking away blushing. He insists to see my body and once I give in, he keeps complimenting me more. He's talking about how good my abs look and about my pumped chest and arms. It's not that I do much, I just some random exercises when I'm alone.

"Great, now you have a whole new wardrobe!" Jungwook says holding a couple of bags full of new clothes.

"Jungwook" I say firmly "Why did you change all of a sudden? Not that I don't like the situation right now, but I'm really curious. Please be honest" as I ask him that question I see his big smile becoming small.

"It's just..." he says looking down "I just think that we had no reason to fight over stupid things" he the continues with a sweet smile. It doesn't seem like he's faking it or forcing it. It rather seems like it's the truth and that there's something else, but I don't want to ruin our relationship, so I won't ask until he's fully ready.

Now we're back home and I'm putting my new clothes in my closet. Jungwook is helping me and in the meantime and he's singing a sweet and romantic song. The words he's singing reminds me of y/n. It hurts a little. No, very much. It really hurts like hell.

Why do I still feel this way towards her, even after what she did to me? Or maybe she didn't mean to cause all of this chaos. She lied to me, I get it, but for some reason, I've already forgiven her. Unconsciously.

Me and my brother decided to watch a horror movie. We're not afraid of these kind of movies, but I have to be honest, we both really hate jump-scares. Speaking of that, one of that comes right after and we both jump in surprise.

I find him hugging me tight and I freeze, without knowing what to do. His head is now resting on my chest and his arms are around my body. after a couple of seconds he slowly looks up at me and we lock eyes. It's actually really awkward but funny at the same time. I burst out laughing.

"AHAHAHAHAHAH THE STRONG JUNGWOOK IS AFRAID OF A MISERABLE HORROR MOVIE" I say laughing and teasing him.

"That's not true!" he shouts back at me, making me flinch and become serious.

We're looking at each other. Him mad because of my teasing and me scared that I may ruined our relationship, until...

"Pff" I see him laughing a bit and then we both burst out laughing again and holding each other.

The days went by pretty fast and I really enjoyed my time with my brother. We really became close and talked about everything. Y/n didn't show up once and now I really miss her so much. I think this feelings towards her, will never go away. A part from that, things were going great, until Friday.

We're in class right now and I'm talking to Jungwook, explaining him another math problem.

"You need to do this, in order to solve it" I say.

"Ohh I see"

Now I'm used to everyone staring at us. I mean, as long as I'm happy with him, nothing else matters, right? I still think that there's something more behind his sudden change , but I don't really want to make him angry or sad, so I just stick with this and keep my doubt.

As the class ends, I start to think about y/n, again. maybe I should go and visit her. Or maybe she doesn't want to see me. Right. Wait, what? She's the one who lied to me, so it should be me the one that doesn't want to see her. But why do I feel this way? Is she really the right one for me?

I kept questioning myself the whole day, until 4 PM.

"Jungkook!" I hear my brother calling my name "I'm going to hang out with Jimin and Rosé. Do you want to come?" he says smiling brightly.

"No, I think I'll stay at home today. I'm really tired, I think I'll sleep a little"

"Oh..." I see him a bit sad "ok, make sure to rest well!" he then says, showing me a sweet smile.

He left, and now I'm alone in my room. I stayed in bed all day, thinking about my brother and y/n.

Now it's 8 PM and it's really dark outside. My brother will come home at any moment, so I'll prepare something to eat for both of us. I grab my phone and head downstairs. I open up the fridge and look what's inside. I see a bag with some steak in. As I take it in my hands, I remember the date with y/n and when I fed her a piece of the same steak. I smile a little at the memory, but then I feel a tear leaving my eyes. It keeps hurting even more than before. I really like her. No, I love her. Everything she does.

I hear my phone ringing and as I take it out I rub my eyes, making my tears disappear and then look at the screen. It's my brother.

"Jungkook, come to the hospital! Now!" he shouts. He seems out of breath, like if he ran.

"Why? What happened? Are you ok?" I ask really worried.

"I'm ok" he says and I sight in relief "But Y/n is not"

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