Porsche: *looks at Porchay*

Porsche: Baby boy. Baby.

Porsche: *looks at Kim*

Porsche: Evil.

Let Her Go

Anon asks: Good evening. I wanted to request an undefined relationship between v and reader. Lots of angst pls! Sad or happy ending, doesn’t matter. Thank you sm

Pairing: Kim Taehyung/reader

Summary: When you ask Taehyung what exactly the two of you are he doesn’t answer. You try to keep playing along, but sometimes it’s best to let things go.

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 2.6k

”What are we?”

The question had slipped out in a moment of weakness. You were lying in bed as Taehyung picked your clothes up from the floor. He was already partially dressed while you waited for him to hand yours over. “What?” Taehyung had looked at you, caught off guard. The question of what exactly the two of you e\were had never come up until now.

“What are we?” You repeated, staring up at the ceiling, “are we like a couple or friends with benefits, or...I don’t know.”

“Friends, of course.” Taehyung laughed sitting down beside you and tossing your clothes to you.

“Friends who hook up?”

“Yeah…”

“And have been hooking up for almost a year now?”

An uncomfortable silence fell between the two of you. Taehyung shifted a bit restlessly. The two of you had been in some weird, undefined space regarding your relationship with one another. You had started as friends, but things changed about a year ago. Taehyung had just gotten back from touring and the two of you had been celebrating, catching up, and just making up for the lost time. You still weren’t exactly sure how the two of you managed to fall into bed together, but you did. It happened and the two of you just never talked about it. The thing was that after that night you seemed to end up in Taehyung’s bed quite often. You supposed you hadn’t thought much of it at first, you were single and so was he and it didn’t really affect the friendship. But now, as months went by you found yourself wondering just what this was. Sometimes he treated you like a girlfriend and other times just like friends. It was confusing. Were you allowed to meet other guys? Did Taehyung talk to other girls? Or was it an unspoken rule that the two of you were together?

“Is something wrong?” Taehyung asked quietly, pulling you out of your thoughts. He sat there staring at you with a small tilt to his head.

“This all is just confusing for me.” You admit.

“What’s confusing? We just hook up sometimes, no strings attached right?”

You bit your lip, your heart hurting to hear him say that. Maybe at first, you had been all for no strings attached, but no it seemed that your heartstrings had very much attached themselves to him. Who could blame you though? Taehyung was the perfect guy and sleeping with someone for months on end had to do something to the heart, right? “So, none of the past few months have meant anything to you?” You asked, sitting up to grab your shirt and pull it over your head.

“I mean…” Taehyung seemed a bit lost for words, watching you with furrowed brows as he thought about what to say. “Why are you bringing this up?” 

“Do you really just want me to say it?” You asked, getting up to pull your pants on. “We’ve been playing some game for almost a year now. Is it really that surprising that I would want more?”

“It’s just...I thought we both knew that this was just sex.”

“It was, but...I just thought you would feel more...it really never meant anything to you?” Taehyung seemed nervous to answer. “Taehyung, I don’t think you realize this but I like you. Not just as a friend, but I think I really like you. I-I want to be more than just hook up buddies or friends.” He didn’t answer you, but the look that came to his face was enough to tell you he wasn’t on the same page. Your face grew hot in embarrassment.

“It’s just sex Y/n, I want it to stay that way.”

Your heart dropped, he sounded so sincere in his delivery. You swallowed the lump in your throat. You couldn’t believe it, you had thought he wouldn’t have been so detached, that maybe he kept calling you because he had some kind of feelings for you.  “So what? That first night you just came back from tour all needy and think: oh, there’s Y/n she’s easy? Oh, this is easy, I can just keep doing this?” You asked, hurt clear in your tone. “You never thought that maybe it was a bad idea?”

“You could’ve said no” Taehyung defended, “you went along with things too.”

“Yeah, well, I guess I just thought you were a little more compassionate than this.” You grabbed your phone from the bedside table, “I need to go.” You muttered, hurrying out of the room to grab your bag and slip your shoes back on.

“Y/n, wait,” Taehyhung called, following to the front door. “Y/n-”

“Tae, I just really need to be alone right now.”

“Okay...do you want me to call you a car or?”

“I don’t need your help.” You slipped out of the front door, hurrying down the hall to the elevator. You went home, falling onto your bed with a heavy sigh, unsure what was going to become of your relationship with Taehyung.

A few days went by and you didn’t hear from Taehyung, which wasn’t abnormal due to idol life. You weren’t sure if you were grateful for this or not. You were tired of the weird relationship the two of you had formed over the past year, but deep down you missed him. You wished you hadn’t developed feelings for him, that you could be content with what he wanted, but you know you couldn’t handle it anymore. He was your friend, you loved him, and you knew he cared about you. But every time the night ended in his bed you couldn’t help the odd mix of feelings it gave you. It was just confusing. Sometimes he would hold your hand and dote on you like a girlfriend, while other days it felt like you were just one of the guys. Sometimes he’d give you such heated looks and kiss you with passion, but other nights his embrace felt cold and loveless. You weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose, you hoped he wasn’t. The idea of him using you up for sex and affection hurt, you wanted to believe he wasn’t capable of doing something like that.

Still, you wondered.

Today you decided to get out of your apartment, tired of sulking around over the confusion over Taehyung. You met up with a friend at a small cafe nearby, decided to talk it out with her. “You should have seen his face” you groaned, “he looked like a deer in headlights, didn’t know what to say.”

“All you asked was what the two of you were, it’s not that hard of a question.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s a grown man, shouldn’t be playing games like this with you.” You hummed, not even completely sure if he knew he was playing a game. “Has he called you since?”

You hummed with a shake of your head, “it’s not uncommon for him to MIA, you know how idol life can be.”

“What if he calls you?”

You paused, staring down into your drink. You hadn’t really thought of what you would do if he did contact you. “I guess...try to talk to him again?”

“I think you need to be firmer in your approach.” Your friend commented, “make him realize how you feel and how awful he’s treating you.”

“It’s not that bad” you protested.

“I mean” She frowned, “how do you feel when he tells you to come over and hook up? You said you never stay the night, he always kicks you out.”

“It’s not the best feeling…” You sighed. In the beginning, you would stay with him through the night, cuddling and laughing like old friends. But recently he’s been colder, more distant. “I guess I feel used” you admit, “he’s just been acting colder lately. At first, it felt like we were friends just having fun, but now it feels like using me to fulfill his needs and then just shoos me away.”

“Tell him that!” She exclaimed.

“I don’t even know if he’s doing it on purpose-”

“Ah, Y/n! I doubt all of this is just one huge accident. He’s a big boy, he knows what he’s doing. If he calls you again tell him how this is making you feel and break it off if he can’t get serious over you.” She ordered, “you deserve better. I don’t care how hot he is.” You smiled with a small laugh. It wasn’t just that Taehyung was hot. He was perfect. Talented, funny, adorable- everything you could ever want. At least, when he wasn’t treating you like a shameful one-night stand. 

You went home that afternoon, contemplating your friend’s advice over and over again until your phone lit up with a new notification. It was Taehyung with a simple message asking you to come over. You debated for a minute but decided to go over. You didn’t bother getting ready, no makeup, and nothing fancy to wear. You just wanted to talk.

Before you knew it you found yourself at Taehyung’s apartment, sitting on the sofa beside him watching a movie. He had tried to grab you a few times, wanting to pull you in to cuddle, but you brushed him off. It wasn’t easy though, not when he gave you such a pleading look and little pout. In any other circumstance, you would’ve been happy to. “Y/n” Taehyung frowned, “are you still upset from the other night?”

“A little.” You sighed, “Tae can we talk about this?”

“We already did...I like what we have now.” He smiled as his hand came to rest on your knee. 

“I don’t Taehyung” you frowned and pulled away, “it’s killing me.”

Taehyung scrunched his nose, “you never had a problem before, why now?”

“Because you’ve changed.” 

“Changed? I haven’t-” “You have! You treat me like I’m only around to fulfill your needs. Don’t you know how that makes me feel?” Your voice wavered, “At first things seemed okay, but...but really I just feel used and like I’m nothing to you. You won’t even sit down and talk it out with me!”

“Y/n-”

“No Taehyung! I can’t do this anymore, I don’t want to. Either we’re together or we’re not. I’m not playing games anymore.” He stared at you with wide eyes, obviously not expecting such a blow-up from you. You stared hard at him, eyes burning into him as he fidgeted with an answer. “Do you want to be in a relationship with me, or not?” You breathed, calmer than before.

“I...I don’t want to date you Y/n.” He admits with eyes full of guilt as he glances up at you. You bit the inside of your cheek, your heart pounding against your chest.

“So you just want to use me?”

“Don’t make it sound so bad Y/n, you know I wouldn’t-”

“But you are.” You tell him, turning to grab your phone and leave.

“Y/n, if you don’t want to do this anymore then, what are we now?”

You look down, biting back your tears. “I can’t be friends with you Tae, I’m sorry.” You grab your coat, “we’re nothing.”

Weeks went by and you didn't hear a single one of Taehyung's calls. He tried to call a lot in the beginning, but as the days went by he found himself stopping. It was hard not to though, He wanted to talk to you again. When you had left that night he had spent a long time thinking about his actions the past year. He had never thought of himself as using you, nor did he think he was hurting you. He liked how things were, it was easy. 

Today he was at the dorm, lounging on the sofa staring at the television. He glanced up when Jimin walked in, stopping at the sight of his best friend moping around. “Taehyung, are you okay?” He asked, sitting down beside him. “You’ve been acting really off lately.”

Taehyung hummed, “Y/n and I” he began, unsure of what to say. “We’re not seeing each other anymore.” 

“Oh,” Jimin nodded. He had known about Taehyung's time with you since the first time it happened. “Can I ask why?”

“She wanted more from me, but I- I don’t know, I told her I liked how things were. Didn’t want them to change.”

“Is that really what you want?”

“I think so…” Jimin nodded, “Is it what you want or are you just too scared to have anything more?” Jimin presses, “you seemed really comfortable with what you and Y/n had- happy too, why wouldn't you want to try for more with her?”

Taehyung shook his head, “I don’t know Jimin. I just don’t think a relationship would work right now. We’re so busy; I don’t know if the relationship would be a very good one. Put just having the casual thing worked out so well, it was easy.”

Jimin frowned, moving over to let Taehyung rest his head on his shoulder. “I understand Tae, but why be so upset if you don’t want a relationship with her?”

“I miss her.” He admitted, “she said she can’t be friends with me. But I just want things to go back to what they were.”

“You still want her attention.” Jimin sighed, “Taehyung, you can’t have it both ways. You can’t hold her back from finding happiness with someone else, you have to let her go.”

“It’s hard” Taehyung whispered, “I don’t want to.”

It was hard, but Taehyung learns to stop clinging on to you. He knows you’ll be happier without him around to confuse you, and he wants you to be happy. But he still feels lonely at times. His nights were always empty when he was alone. Without you to come over and talk with him, watch movies, or do anything, he found himself missing you the most. You were easy to talk to and caring. You didn’t mind his busy life, in fact, you had adapted pretty well to it. He thinks about the year the two of you spent together a lot. You gave him a shoulder to lean on, someone to feel close to. You gave him peace among the stress, you made him feel happy. Had he really taken all of that for granted back then? He was stupid, he shouldn’t have just said goodbye to you like that. 

When he looked back on the time you spent together he grew sick of all the ways he had led you on. He had been selfish, only wanting things to go his way. Deep down he had known, he just couldn’t admit it to himself. He hadn’t been able to tell you that there was no hope for more at the time. He could understand how you felt like he was just using you for his own desire and satisfaction. The whole thing still left such a bitter taste in his mouth. It was unfair how he let things play out and he wished he could turn back time and fix it.

It’s been months now. He hasn’t called you at all, letting you move on. But tonight he was sitting in the hotel room, coming down from the high of their recent concert. He’s curled up on his bed and staring out the window quietly. He thinks about you, he misses you. With a small burst of energy, he sat up and grabbed for his phone. Your number was still saved in his phone, so he dialed it and waited for your answer.

You didn’t answer and Taehyung sighed, a heavy feeling sat in his chest. 

He shouldn’t have let you go.

Focus (2)

Pairings: Baekhyun x Y/N x Junmyeon

Genre: Smut

AU: College student! Baekhyun, Professor! Junmyeon AU, college!au

A/N: So.... it’s my first time writing smut. I’m not confident writing these kinds of things yet so I’m sorry about that. 😅 I really tried my best. I’ll try harder next time! I hope you guys enjoy this.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

At the very beginning of the class, Junmyeon was initially shocked to see you. Not expecting you to be a student in the university where he was teaching. It was nice to see a familiar face for once. It was a couple of years since you both last talked to each other and over those years, he couldn’t help but notice the changes in your appearance. You’ve grown up to be a pretty lady. A very attractive lady.

Back then, he only saw you as a student. You were young, your body not fully developed. It was strictly professional. But now, seeing you all grown up, he thought you were breathtaking. You gained a little weight and it suits you. You were curvy in all the right places. His mind was driving to a dangerous route so he clears his throat and offers a smile to you instead, hoping he didn’t stared at you for too long.

You desperately want to learn about Biology. But it was hard, especially now when you’re sitting next to Baekhyun who has scooted more over to your side. If you look over to his side, you’d be greeted by his chest. And if you peeked a little downward, you’d literally see a part of his abs. It was driving you crazy. It was like he was purposely doing it ever since he saw the small smiles you and Junmye— no, Mr. Kim shared.

Still, Mr. Kim was a professional. He would often ask questions in class to gauge how much or how little students know about a certain topic. Once in a while, he’d call you to answer questions that he knows he taught you back when you were in high school. When you answer correctly, he’d smile at you as if to say “Good girl”.

When this happens, Baekhyun makes it a point to get your attention afterwards, asking more questions about your answer, clarifying what you’ve said or whatsoever, just to break your eye contact with Mr. Kim. You’d answer him of course, but you try not to face his side in fear of your eyes wandering over his body.

Mr. Kim sees this and his eye twitches. Who was this boy who’s all over you? You don’t look uncomfortable though. Was he your boyfriend?You’re blushing whenever that guy talks to you but you’re also stuttering a little when Mr. Kim asks you questions. It was a little amusing yet frustrating to watch.

You were getting sexually frustrated over the two attractive men in the room. You really wanted to focus on Biology per se but as the class goes on, it was getting harder and harder for you. Especially when Baekhyun leans to you, whispering weird things or asking questions or just plainly wanting you to reiterate what Mr. Kim said. Especially when you could clearly see Junmyeon’s muscles move when he points to a student or when he writes on the board. Your hormones are raging and you blame it for not having been laid for over a year. Stupid abstinence!

You were feeling hot. Luckily for you the class is about to end. Baekhyun looks over to you and asks if you were okay. Voice genuinely concerned.

“Y-yeah. I’m fine. Just a little thirsty.” You fake a smile.

Baekhyun hands over his bottled water and lets you drink it. You stare at his hands momentarily. His hands were so pretty. You wondered how that you look inside you. You catch yourself thinking about dirty thoughts again so you decided to immediately drink the water to distract yourself. In a hurry to drink the water, some were spilling from your mouth.

Baekhyun watches you drink the water, transfixed. Eyes wandering from your lips, to your throat. He realizes that his eyes were traveling down your throat to your chest and immediately looks away before he was able to look at your chest. He suddenly gives his attention to Mr. Kim as he composes himself. Unaware of what had happened to Baekhyun, you smile graciously after finishing the drink. “Thank you Baekhyun.”

He winks and coolly says “No problem, angel.”

You blush as you tried to listen to the lecture once again.

Mr. Kim dismisses his class after the bell rings. You wanted to silently slip away and relieve the tension from your body. You’ll greet Junmyeon another time, you thought.

But then he calls out, “Ms. Y/L/N, please stay for a moment.”

You jumped at your name for being called. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Baekhyun looks over to you and then to Mr. Kim. He then whispers, “I’ll wait for you outside.”

“Oh, Baekhyun, it’s okay. No need to bother. This is my last class anyway, you can head to your next class.”

“Lucky for you, this is my last class too.” He smiles.

You and Baekhyun haven’t talked this much ever since you first met him. Yes, he’d flirt with you (and with all your other friends), but that doesn’t happen very often. Being a senior, he was really busy so you don’t really get to cross paths with him that often. With that being said, you weren’t sure why he was offering to wait for you. It was awkward especially when you were literally fantasizing about him (and Mr. Kim) all throughout Biology class.

He was staring at you, waiting for your answer. Mr. Kim then cleared his throat. So you just nodded to Baekhyun for confirmation. You went to Mr. Kim after. You were nervous about what he wanted to talk about. Was he able to see the lust in your eyes?!

“Hey Y/N. I haven’t seen you for a while. I didn’t know you wanted to be a Biologist?”

You were relieved he was just making conversation. Just like what you did in the old days.

“I’m actually majoring in Chemistry, Junmyeo— I mean Mr. Kim.”

He smiled. “You can always call me Junmyeon.”

“Nu-uh. You’re my professor now.” you countered.

“Well then you can call me Junmyeon outside of the campus.” He grinned.

“As if I’d call you anything other than that.” you joked.

He laughed loudly at this. A minute ago, you were shy and you basically couldn’t look him straight in the eyes, but now you were teasing him.

“Do you still have classes after this? I can drive you home if you want. I haven’t seen Mr. & Mrs. Y/L/N in ages!”

“Uh... Baekhyun’s waiting for me outside.” You were suddenly nervous. Why? You didn’t know.

Mr. Kim raised his eyebrow at that, suddenly feeling possessive. “Is he your boyfriend?” He asked while he tried to keep a neutral facial expression.

“No!” You immediately said. “He’s a senior. He’s also a Chemistry major. He’s basically the only person in this class that I know, aside from you of course.”

He hummed, relieved that you weren’t dating the guy who was all over you minutes ago.

“Good. Well then you may go now. When you need help, don’t hesitate to call me. You know my number.”

Huh, why did he said it was good, you wondered. “Alright, Sir. I’ll be going.”

Does his offer to help extend to... other activities as well? After realizing what you were thinking, you scolded yourself for being so dirty minded.

As you turned your back against him, Junmyeon’s eyes suddenly landed on your ass. He wasn’t even aware he was doing it. When you reach the door, you turned back to Mr. Kim and waved goodbye. He immediately looked over at your face and faked a smile. Hoping you didn’t notice him checking you out.

You’re so sexy. Hell, you were making him so hard.

When you got out of the room, Baekhyun immediately looked to you. His eyes taking in your body. Fuck, you look so hot in your dress. You rarely wore dresses. In fact, Baekhyun has only ever seen you wearing either hoodies or loose fitting clothing so seeing you wearing a dress that accentuated your curves made him drool.

He was very lucky you were lost in your own dirty thoughts to notice him scanning your body. When you snapped back to reality, your eyes found Baekhyun. Or rather, his body. The first thing you saw was his neck and then his chest and then his arms and fingers. You gulped. Immediately feeling hot, you tried to avoid contact with him. It felt like you’re going to combust any minute.

Eyes never leaving you, he saw you trail your eyes over his body. He smirked. He went over to you.

“Hey Baekhyun I’m so sorry I really need to get home ASAP.”

Baekhyun knows what’s on your mind. “I can drive you home.”

“Fine.”

He guided you to his car. Just like the Baekhyun, his car was very sexy. You admired it while walking towards it.

He opens the door for you and you slide in. He goes to the driver seat and starts the car. You tell him your address and then he drives.

It was a quiet ride. You sneak a glance at Baekhyun, immediately regretting it. The sight was amazing. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift. He looked effortlessly delicious. The sight makes you wetter than before.

As discreetly as possible, you tried to rub your legs together. Desperate to relieve the throbbing of your core.

Baekhyun notices this. He casually places his hand on your thigh. You jumped at the sudden contact, eyes widening and immediately looking over to Baekhyun. Without looking at you, he smirks. “Are you feeling okay, baby?” he says, voice dangerously low.

“Baekhyun...” you whimper.

He looks at your direction, eyebrow raising as his hands move up and down your thighs.

“Baekhyun please...”

Hearing you beg turned him on so much.

“Please what baby?”

“Please touch me.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, his hand immediately slipped under your dress, touching you over your panties.

“You’re so wet.”

He moves your panties to the side and slips his finger inside you. You moaned at the sensation.

He pushes his finger in and out of your pussy. But one finger wasn’t enough for you. “Baekhyun please, more...”

He inserts another finger. Your moans getting louder. When you were close, Baekhyun stops. You glare at him and he smiles and then sucks his fingers clean. “We’re here baby.”

Without a word, you get out of his car, go over to his side and basically drag him to your house. When you closed the door, his lips immediately locked with yours. He lips taste like mint. His kisses were rough.

His slips his hand under your dress and grabs your ass. You moan into his mouth.

You guide him to your room without breaking the kiss. When you get there, Baekhyun carries you to the bed, eyes filled with lust.

You take your dress off. His eyes wander over your body. He bites his lips at the sight. He kisses you again. His hands squeezed your breast. You moan out loud. He takes this opportunity to mark you on your neck.

You desperately wanted to feel his skin so you remove his shirt. Your hands landing on his toned chest and then over his abs and then on his bulge. He closes his eyes and moans. His moans are music to your ears.

You then get rid of all his remaining clothes. Your mouth watering at the sight of his shaft. He was big.

“Suck” he orders. You lick the sides of his shaft before taking him in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks as you suck him off. Your hands touching what your mouth cannot take in. Your eyes directly looking at his.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby.” He grabs your hair to a makeshift ponytail and starts thrusting into your mouth. You looked so innocent but so dirty.

When you felt him twitching, you released his shaft from your mouth with a pop. This gets him mad. He growls, pushes you down and rips off your underwear. He rubs his shaft down your folds.

“Baekhyun...” you moan. “Baekhyun, daddy, please fuck me.”

Without missing a beat, he sheathes himself into you. “You’re so tight baby.” He moans. When both of you adjust, he fucks you hard. You chant his name over and over.

“You feel so good” he says.

“Daddy, I’m close” you whimper. Baekhyun rubs your clit. Your eyes rolling back.

“I know baby, I know.” He says. “Cum for me. Cum for daddy.”

With a few more thrusts, you came, moaning loudly as it happened. Your cunt was squeezing him so hard, he couldn’t last any longer. He pulls out and jerks off, cum landing on your breasts.

He laid on your bed. Both of you trying to catch your breath. When Baekhyun had regained composure, he got up and grabbed some tissues on your bedside and cleaned you up.

You wanted to talk to Baekhyun about it but you were so tired. The last thing you saw was Baekhyun climbing back to the bed beside you and then you fell asleep.

7. reveal (adrienette/ladynoir)

AO3

Church bells ring through the foyer with an essence of nostalgia from Adrien’s younger days—his mother and him would attend fancy weddings for years and laugh at the expensive, unnecessary items people would scatter around their wedding venues. 

Adrien’s favorite was the golden duck with diamonds encrusted in its eyes that shot water out if its mouth into a fountain. 

Sometimes, he can’t fathom how much time has gone by since he gained his miraculous at thirteen. Six years later, lots of awkward puberty growth spurts and voice changes and here he is, watching two of his best friends get married.

It feels like forever, yet also like no time has gone by. Time is strange and fluctuates weirdly in Adrien’s opinion.

“I can’t believe I’m married,” Nino says from his left, the two of them sneaking through the foyer and out a side door to get a breath of fresh air. “I mean, I can, because I love Alya like no tomorrow, but…” 

“But you never thought you’d get here?” Adrien asks, voice gentle.

Nodding his head, Nino flexes his fingers out and stares down the dark alley. “Yeah, exactly. I know a lot of people think we’re too young—”

“To hell what other people think!”

“I know, I know. I just… I’ve known since we were kids, you know? I know it sounds weird and I know you probably think I’m talking out of my ass.” 

Nudging shoulders with Nino, Adrien stretches his back out and glances at his best friend. “I’ll only think you’re talking out of your ass if you say ‘I know’ one more bloody time.” 

“You spend one year on and off in London for work and you come back talking like you were born and raised there!” 

“I resent that,” Adrien grumbles. 

“I don’t know about that, Adri—”

The metal door creaks open behind them, the chatter and excitement from the reception floating out to wrap them up like a blanket. Marinette, dolled up in her maid-of-honor dress that fit her like a glove, sticks her head out and grins over at them. “Hey boys! Alya was wondering where you’d gone off to.” 

“Does she need me?” Nino goes to run inside, face dropping to a concerned expression before Marinette can edge a word in otherwise. 

Marinette stops him with a gentle hand to her chest, opening the door further and fully coming into view. “Relax, loverboy. Alya just wants to dance with you. No need to panic.” 

“Duty calls.” The moon is the only thing illuminating them as Nino pats Adrien on the chest with a grin, slipping past Marinette to go find Alya inside. The door snicks shut behind him, Marinette glancing at it before over at Adrien. 

“Hey there, stranger.” 

“Hey, Mari!” Quickly, Adrien steps forward to bring the smaller girl into his arms and hug her. He hasn’t seen her in forever, not since graduation at the very least. “Wow, it’s been a bit while, hasn’t it?” 

Laughing slightly, Marinette returns the hug for a split second before they break apart, her hand wrapping around her forearm in an old, nervous tick. She avoids his eyes by smoothing out the skirt of her dress. “Yeah! As much as I’ve loved texting you, I think I prefer seeing your reaction to memes in person.” 

‘Yeah, well, I don’t think anything will beat that time you made a joke in terminale and it made Kim shoot soda out of his nose and hit the girls at the table in front of us.” Adrien’s laughing, back slightly arching forward as he places a hand on his knee to steady himself. “I almost peed my pants.” 

“That wasn’t my intention,” Marinette says, through her own bouts of laughs, her long hair falling over the front of her shoulders. “I tried to apologize to them and you kept pulling me back!” 

His hand rests on her shoulder as he grins, speaking quickly, “Marinette, I couldn’t let you get fed to the pack wolves!” 

Adrien notes her bangs have thinned out since terminale, maturing her face a little. Her dress is a simple bright red strapless, cinching at her waist and flowing outward until it hits her thigh, where a small slit shows off one of her legs. 

The striking realization that she looks so much like Ladybug hits him like a tidal wave. 

Suddenly, the alleyway is too small, claustrophobia settling into his bones. 

“You want to go for a walk? We can make it back before they notice we’re gone,” Adrien suggests, itching to slink out of the narrow space. 

‘Sure,” she says, tucking a piece of her curled hair behind her ear.

Marinette leads them out of the alleyway and around the corner, where La Seine flows in all of its glory. Glittering lights romanticize the strip, only outshone by the tour Eiffel itself. The season is shifting from the last remnants of autumn to winter, the air frigid and cold. Tree leaves a beautiful mixture of orange, red, and brown in its wake, whispering a gentle aura over Paris. 

It’s Adrien’s favorite time of year.

“Do you ever feel like we’re lucky?” Marinette rests a bare elbow onto the stone railing, her body half turned towards him. 

“Lucky?” Adrien asks, frowning when he notices he shiver. It’s small, and she doesn’t say anything, so he shrugs off his jacket and slides it over her shoulders. 

He smiles when he watches her sink into it, and continues, “How so?” 

“So many people never get to experience this,” she says, gesturing to the city around them without knocking his jacket off her shoulders. Her eyebrows raise as she talks, “Yet we do. There are people that have so much less than we do and we worry about the most miniscule inconveniences.” 

Rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, Adrien copies her stance and rests both of his on the railing, chin settling on his palm as he looks at her. “While that’s very much true,” he starts, taking in the slight frown on her face, nudging her ever-so-gently with a wink. “I already know that you help much more than the average person, Mari.”

Her face freezes, grip loosening on the jacket enough to where it almost slips off. “What?” 

“Was that the wrong thing to say?” His voice is gentle as he asks, genuine confusion on his face.

“Adrien,” she says, her words choked. 

Turning fully to her, Adrien blinks at their height difference, even with her in heels. “I’m sorry? You just love to help people—” 

“Don’t,” she whispers, eyes flittering from his face to the river in rapid succession. 

He’s confused, he’s so confused.

“Don’t what? I’m just trying to give you a compliment, Marinette—”

Suddenly, Marinette turns to him, fierce look in her eyes with her hands gripping the lapels of his jacket. “Who told you? Or did you figure it out on your own?” 

“Told me what?” Slightly taken aback, Adrien stands to his full height above her, his arms crossing over his chest. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about, Mari.” 

Marinette’s gaze is rooting him to the spot with a calculating look, one so familiar that his brain nearly rewires itself. She seems to find what she’s looking for in his eyes and her shoulders droop, her lips curled into a frown. It reminds him eerily of his spotted partner. 

It strikes him how this isn’t the first, but the second time tonight he’s compared Marinette to Ladybug, however unintentional it’s been. He can’t lie and say he’s never thought about it before, though her quick appearance as Multimouse had crossed her off his suspicious list early on.

As he’s staring at her, with all of the worry and disbelief that had been etched into her skin, he wonders if he had crossed her off too soon. 

The girl behind the mask has a special place in his heart, no matter the person—sans Lila. If it’s Marinette who he runs around the city fighting crime with in a skin tight red and black spotted suit, it’ll be an added bonus. 

(Because, all of the crap he spewed in collège and lycée about her being just a friend had always been a lie. 

He hadn’t realized it until it was too late, accepting that he wouldn’t be the one receiving that type of love from her. He’d persuaded himself that her friendship was enough.

And it was. Until now.) 

“You know,” he breaks the silence, shuffling slightly closer to Marinette as if he’s telling her the world’s most important secret. “I was in love with Ladybug for years.”

The shift on her face is priceless, even without the suspicions traveling through his brain. He know it's her, he's sure of it. He just needs some sort of confirmation before he tells her.

Her lips part and her eyes widen, like a deer caught in headlines. “You—You were?” 

Adrien shrugs, idly kicking a rock with one of his boots. He’s glad his jacket doesn’t clash with her dress, as the black suit is simple enough. “Yeah. Kind of hard not to be, you know? She’s so inspiring with the amount of people she helps. I could stare into her eyes and get lost in how blue they are.’ He chuckles, shoving his hands into his pockets and peers up at her stricken expression. “More importantly, she never gives up, even when it’s hard. I love that in people.” 

“You do?” Marinette squeaks out, her brain-to-mouth filter gone. Her cheeks are the rosiest shade of pink, even in the darkness of the night. Her eyes don’t leave his face, as if she’s staring up at him in awe. 

Bingo. If he wasn’t sure before, he’s sure now. That’s his lady, alright. 

He allows the smile threatening to break his cheeks spread over his face, dimples and all. “Yeah. Sadly, she’s her and I’m just, well, me.” 

“Don’t you ever say that about yourself again, do you hear me? You are the nicest boy with the kindest heart I’ve ever met,” Marinette pushes herself into his space, gently jabbing her finger into his chest to make a point. “Anyone would be lucky for you to love them. Especially Ladybug.” 

“Hm. Especially Ladybug?” He’s unable to help the smirk that forms on his face from her embarrassed expression. “You know, I think I would be the lucky one—” 

There’s screams, a crash, and an explosion that interrupts Adrien all at once. The wedding venue is on fire, smoking filling the sky at an alarming rate. People from the reception run around the corner yelling as citizens of Paris begin to stick their heads out their windows to see what’s happening. 

Adrien sighs, holding his hand out to Marinette who all-but shoves his jacket into his hand. He slips it on, hiding his grin as he notices her taking tiny steps back out of the corner of his eye.

Just as she’s about to jet away, Adrien purposely turns fully towards her. “Mari, where are you going?” 

“Oh, I—uh. I’m going to go make sure everyone got out safely, yeah! You should stay here though and worry about the crowd.” She turns around to run off, when Adrien grabs her by the hand and pulls her into his body, ignoring the stares from their lycée friends. “Adrien?!” 

“Stay safe, Marinette,” Adrien whispers, squeezing her once before letting her go, ushering her in the direction of the building. “Go, before I change my mind.” 

And she does, sprinting around the corner faster than he’s ever seen anyone run in heels. That’s his Ladybug. 

“Dude, did you just let her run back into a burning building by herself?!” 

Rolling his eyes, Adrien waves dismissively in their direction, breaking out into a jog. “I’ll be back,” he calls over his shoulder, winking in their direction. 

 “Fuck Hawkmoth. I hate him,” Ladybug—Marinette says to him after she casts her healing spell, a pout on her face. “I was having such a good night and then that bald-headed asshole had to come and ruin it.” 

“I’m sorry?” Adrien chokes out a laugh, the two of them fistbumping with their usual pound it afterwards. “What were you doing?” 

Laughter fills the air as she steps in front of him, jutting the tip of her finger into his chest. “Down, kitty. I was just celebrating a special event with some friends. I was in the middle of a very revealing conversation when it happened.” 

“That sucks,” he supplies with a small shrug of his shoulders, retracting his baton and slipping it back into its rightful place. He takes a seat on the roof, humming quietly. “Come sit with me for a minute?” 

They’d decided to meet back up on the Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris once reporters and police showed up as it was the closest to the akuma (and the venue). The historical site had been repaired beautifully since the fire, and Ardien hopes this is as good of a place as any to tell her. 

His feelings for both Ladybug and Marinette had never fully dwinded, and knowing they’re the same person makes him fall all over again. 

“Chat, I don’t really have time. They’ll notice I’m gone and—”

“It’s important, Ladybug.” 

Ladybug’s lips purse together at the usage of her full name and listens to him, dropping in front of him so they’re facing one another whilst sitting criss-cross. “Should I be worried?” 

“You’ll probably be mad at me,” Adrien admits with a shrug of his shoulders, able to fully see her expression with his night vision. 

Worry. Confusion. Slight anger. Though the look that pierces through the most is trust. 

It settles his nerves a bit. 

“Okay, talk quick then, chaton. We don’t have a lot of time,” she tells him with a tap to her blinking earrings. 

Ease her into it, Agreste. You don’t want to scare her away. “I know your identity,” he blurts out, hand slapping over his mouth. 

Uh oh. She’s going to kill him. 

Ladybug’s eyes narrow immediately as her arms cross over her chest. It’s the same, calculating look from earlier and it sends shivers down his spine. Her lips curve into a frown, his hands aching to smooth out the downward pull of her smile with his thumb.

Then, she laughs. So bright and beautiful, so unabashed that it stuns him. “You really had me going there for a minute.” 

“I’m not lying to you,” Adrien says, as truthful as he can, scooting closer to her with a serious expression. “I didn’t mean to find out, honest. But I want you to know that me knowing who you are doesn’t change a single thing for me. It just makes me love and appreciate you even more,” he pauses, gauging her reaction, then adding a beat later, “Marinette.” 

The mirth in her eyes starts to dissipate and she covers her mouth with her hand, unable to form words. He can tell she’s trying to think of a plan, a way to get out of the situation, yet is too stunned to do anything other than stare. 

Slowly, he reaches a hand out to grab her free one as a comforting gesture, thumb rubbing small circles into it. “Hey,” Adrien whispers, smiling encouragingly over at her. “It’s okay, I promise—” 

A blinding, green light fills their visions and once it disappears, Adrien appears in front of Ladybug in his suit. “I thought I had more time,” Adrien whines, face palming with the hand that isn’t holding Ladybug’s. Plagg doesn’t say a word, whizzes into the pocket where Adrien’s hiding his camembert in a tiny container and zooms off. 

“You—I—What?!” Ladybug’s gripping his hand tightly, as though she’s unaware she’s doing it, her eyes wider than he’s ever seen them. “Adrien? There’s no way!” 

“It’s me, Bug,” Adrien rasps out, licking his dry lips and swallowing harshly. “It’s me, Mari.” 

“I’m not going to freak out,” Ladybug tells herself under her breath, gently removing her hand from his and hopping off the ground to pace around the rooftop. “Nope, I’m not going to—”  

Pink lights swirl around her and Adrien stares in awe as Marinette appears in front of him, looking as goddess-like in her red dress as she had prior to transforming. Tikki phases through Marinette’s bag, then comes out with a cookie and follows Plagg. 

“This is crazy,” Marinette squeaks out, hands clenching and unclenching nervously. Her heels clack over the roof as she walks, her cheeks flushing bright enough for Adrien to notice. “I mean, you sat in front of me in school for years! How did we not notice?” 

“At least we know the magic conceals us?” Adrien tries with a wince, standing up and dusting himself off. He chances a step in Marinette’s direction, heart beating faster when she doesn’t back away. “My lady—” 

“Did you mean it?” Her voice croaks as she closes the distance, a determined look on her face. Her hand finds his easily and tangles their matching sweaty fingers together. 

“Mean what?” 

“When you said that it didn’t matter who Ladybug was?” Marinette licks her lips, hope-filled eyes meeting his. 

“Yes,” Adrien rasps out as he nods his head, his forehead falling forward to rest against hers. “Of course, Mari. You’re it for me.” 

“Dieu merci.” 

Adrien isn’t sure who kisses who. He thinks they may have met in the middle, a clash of lips and passion and holy shit I’ve waited six years for this. There’s no sparks, no fireworks that erupt in his stomach, no moment that blinds him. Instead, it feels like a slow burn that warms him from the inside out, lights him aflame and soothes out the aches in his heart. 

It feels like coming home. 

Marinette’s hand that isn’t holding his trails up the side of his arm, to the back of his neck and into his hair, carding through his golden locks. A purr rumbles through his body, and Marinette pulls back with a satisfied smirk. 

“Did you just purr?” 

Leaning in, Adrien presses kisses to her face. “I have—” He kisses her nose. “—no idea—” Her cheek. “—what you’re talking about.” The last kiss lands on her mouth, a short and sweet one, one that she tries to deepen by tugging him back in after he pulls back, but he doesn’t let her. “As much as I’d love to keep kissing you, we do have to go back to the wedding.” 

“I guess,” Marinette grumbles, but he knows she doesn’t mean it. He allows her to fix his hair, relishing in the feel of her hands on him. Her eyes are fond and he knows that what she’s about to say may break him. “I’m glad it’s you.” 

“I’m glad it’s you too, Mari.” 

They’re finally home.

That Night

Namjoon x reader smut Dis: reader is feeling some sort of way towards Joon after the ‘incendent’ A/N: I’m trying here

It’s too late for this. I want to be home right now in my bed watching my favorite show but right now, I’ve been stuck here looking at his back for the last 4 hours.  He’s been hunched over his desk writing lyrics all day. The pressure with the new album has been getting to him I can tell but everytime I ask him how he’s feeling he just tells me some weird philosophical shit and goes back to writing. So far the most interaction we’ve had has been when he asked me to go get coffee for him. My phone beeps. I take it out of my pocket to see that it was Hobi asking me to bring him some food to the dance studio for him. I giggle slightly at his request for Sprite and a Cheese-burger. Slipping on my shoes I stand up to head to the door “ Hey, i’m going to take Hoseok some food real quick i’ll be back.” He doesn’t say anything, just nods and I make my journey to the break room and grab the goods and make my way to the dance studio. While walking to the dance studio I contemplated my situation. He has been in such a weird mood lately I can’t describe it ever since the incident. We were in a very compromising position...well as comprising as me moaning his name with my legs in the air as it can be. For some reason I think he was more embarrassed then I was. Needless to say I felt very bad for Jimin’s eyes that day the door still has a few cracks in it from when he slammed it. Ever since Namjoon has been in a weird mood all the time. A blush creeps up my neck as I think of that night. I don’t know if it’s from embarrassment or from excitement. I remember it so well. We were so excited to have finished the album so excited in fact that he hugged me which he never does. I remember how he looked at me before kissing me with such need. It was like he was trying to devour me. Soon our hands started roaming up and down each other’s bodies and well you can guess that things escalated. However, just as we were getting to the good part, face in between my legs on his shoulders. Jimin walks in with the other boys behind him but they didn’t see anything due to Jimin slamming the door and saving the last of Namjoon’s and I’s dignity. To this day Jimin still can’t look me in the eyes….poor boy. The sight of Hobi crouched down in front of his phone was quite a funny sight. When he heard me come in he ended what I guess was a VLive and eagerly walked over to me. I  guess his hunger was more important than the millions of fans that were watching him just a few seconds ago. After taking a few bites he looks at me in amusement but with a hint of pity. “ soooooo.” I cut him off “ I don't even want to talk about it.” He snorts as he tries to laugh. “ He’s still not talking to you.” “ Of course he talks to me, he has to if he wants his coffee in the morning” Hobi gives me a look of ‘you can’t be serious’ “ Fine, fine! No he has not talked to me about what happened and to be honest i’d rather not talk about it.” Hobi holds his hands up in defence “ whoa, I’m not to one who got caught.” “ Oh shut up.” He burst out laughing then continued on his food. I decided to take the long way back to Joon’s studio. I need to mentally prepare myself to be in the same room as him. I do wonder what would have happened if Jimin hadn’t walked in would it had escalated further or would you guys have stopped there. The feeling of dread creeps up as you reach the door to his studio and punch the new code. He changed it after the incident. I was not ready for the sight of a shirtless Namjoon in the studio. He looks like a deer in headlights. We make eye contact for several long seconds before I turn away, cheeks red and he puts on a new shirt. “ Sorry I spilled coffee on my shirt and had to change” he says trying to ease the tension in the room. Now if only he could ease the tension in between your legs….. Wait…..shit. You seriously did not just think that. I need to sit down and try to think of other things. The shirt he changed into is a plain white one that fit his muscles so well. If only his fans knew how buff and big this guy really is like, he’s massive. I didn’t realize I was staring at him so long till I saw him begin to turn to look at me. Trying my best to make it look like I wasn’t looking at him I quickly look down at my phone to try to make it look like I was doing something. “Y/N.” Damn his voice is so sexy when he says my name. “ Yes, Namjoon” “ Could you please get me another coffee.” and like that he turns back around without another word and goes back to working on lyrics. It was a short trip to get him his coffee. I looked at my watch to see it read 3AM. God can I just go home already and sleep. When I get back I gently put the coffee on his desk and he nods in appreciation. I got a whiff of him, dear lord does he smell good. Suddenly another wave of heat goes through me and now the want to leave only increases. Now I have a mission when I get home and it’s to get rid of the need to fuck him as soon as possible, and to do that i’m gonna go home and masturbate until it’s hurts. Sitting back down I cross my legs to try to relieve at least some of the pressure between my legs. I need something to distract me and what better way than to read smutty fanfiction. Another hour passed by the amount of pure filth I've read is amazing. Namjoon suddenly stood up and started stretching. I can’t at this point but to shamelessly stare at this building of a man. I can see the trails of little hair that go down into his  jeans. I don’t even notice that he saw me staring at him. It was at this moment I realized that I can’t take this sexual tension anymore. “ Well this has been a very long night. I really need to get home” I turn to grab my purse but stop when I feel a large hand grab my wrist and spend me back to where Namjoon and I are face to face. Literal centimeters apart from each other. He looks at my lips then back to meet my eyes. He speaks in a hush tone. “ Why won’t you talk to me?” Um…what. I think my confusion showed on my face because he takes a step back and runs his fingers through his mullet. “ I just m-mean that you haven’t talked to me since the incident.” Oh my god don’t tell me that all this time he thought that I was avoiding him this entire time. A small “oh” was the only thing to come out of my mouth before I started laughing and I feel like he didn’t like that response. “ ‘oh?’ that's all you have to say. I’ve been sitting here thinking that you hate me for the past week and all you have to say is ‘oh’” I look at him flabbergasted while struggling to hold back my laughter “I-I-...wait no you’ve been the one not talking to me.” he looks at me for a moment before it clicks what was going on. His face falls into his hands as he does a facepalm then he nods his head a little.He looks back up at me and says “ so you mean to tell me that we’ve been avoiding each other because we thought the other person was avoiding us.” I slowly nod my head. He chuckles to himself before sitting down in the chair and looking at me. “ I guess this is kinda funny in a ironic way.” He laughs and just looks at me. I can’t believe him, 148IQ and he pulls shit like this. I am genuinely flabbergasted by this man like how can someone be so smart yet so dumb.  Maybe it was the tiredness or maybe it was the heat pooling between your legs but something compelled me to just throw caution to the wind. So I walked up to his chair, grabbed him by his collar and kissed him. He was caught off guard by it but then he started to kiss me back and pulled me closer to where I had to sit on his lap. We started making out,biting, sucking, the whole shabang when we started feeling eachother up he pulled away with hesitation. Looking down at him with his slightly swollen lips and tousled hair it was a beautiful site so much more different then the fanfics i’ve read about him. “ I really don’t think we should be doing this.” My heart breaks a little as I get up off him feeling humiliated and make my way to my bag, I hear him moving around behind me and something rustling and some clicking noises.  Turning around I see that he has his coat on and has shut down the computers. “ I really don’t want to get caught again, so your house or mine?” He asks as he zips up his coat. I look at him with a WTF do you mean face and he just looks at me and says “ My house then.” I don’t even know how but somehow I am in a car with THE Kim Namjoon on my way to his house. Okay heart come down you’re beating a little too hard, but can I blame myself? I know what’s about to happen but still I can’t help but to be excited. Come on Y/N pull yourself together you’re a grown woman you’ve had sex before and he’s a grown man. Granted you don’t know much about about his sex life but I know he’s had a few one night stands here and there while on tour. Shit, what if I get fired for this? Was this just a pity fuck? He’s staring out the window right now, what if the same thought is going through his head right now? He’s doing that jaw clench thing oh shit what if this really is a pity fuck god that would be really embarassing. I knew I shouldn’t have kissed him fuck fuck fuck…. “Y/N.” “Yes?” He turns and looks at me, “ I’m sorry about not talking to you. I just thought you needed space.” wow way to do a whole 180 on the sexual tension between you guys and make it sentimental. “ It’s ok-” “No it’s not, I should have just taken initiative and talked to you. I was just embarrassed about the whole Jimin walking in on us and I felt like you were avoiding me out of embarrassment. I u-um I really like you Y/N but I know you could get in trouble with the company if we try to do anything, it was hard enough to get the boys to keep quiet about what happened.” He’s ramling “Joon, what are you trying to say?” I try to get him to talk slower so I can understand what he’s saying. “ I’m trying to say that… I really like you like realllly like you. I know however, that if you would be willing to have a relationship with me that we would have to keep it low-key.” wait…. is he asking me out right now. Shit I don’t know what to say to this. I know millions of people who would kill to be in this situation. But do I really want to be hidden from the world and live my life in fear if anyone found out. I’ve know this man for the past 4 years and I didn’t realize the years of romantic tension that has been building between us. If I did date him that means I have to quit my job, I mean, I’d definitely be set up for life with Namjoon. And if we break up what happens then? I won’t have a job to go back to. I think i’ve been quiet for too long cause his face starts to drop, “ I mean if you don’t want to that's ok.” wait no “ Joon I don’t know. It could mean that I have to leave my job. Don’t get me wrong I would love to, but you see what the fanbase does when they see a girl in your lives they’ll crucify me if they knew I exist.” “ But think about the ones who don’t care, Y/N. At some point those fans have to realize that I’m in my mid 20’s and at some point I have to move on and have my own family and life.” I think it over, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if we give it a try. “ Ok Joon” His eyes lit up, then he grabbed my face and kissed me. We are in his bed and everything feels so good. His bare chest is pressed against mine. We couldn’t even make it to the bedroom before we started stripping each other, pressing kisses wherever we could before clumsy making our way through his large home to his bedroom. I’ve never been inside of his house before but in that time I did notice that it was very modest in its decorations. By the time we got to his room I was only my bra and panties and him in his boxers. He’s kissing me so hard that I actually think that my lips are bruised. He puts his hand on my back to guide me on his bed as he kisses me and gently puts me on my back and settles between my legs. I can feel his getting hard while he grabs my face and deepens the kiss he pulls back for a second. “Y/N, are you ok with this.” I take a look at him and finally take in how he looks; hair disheveled from me running my hands through it and pulling on it, He was breathing hard and I can see all of his muscles moving. If only the fans knew how built this guy it’s not just that he was musculare he was just big. Every part of him was big and I mean every part of him from his shoulders all the way down to his thighs. I nod and he pushes me back down into the pillows to continue what we were doing before. Soon he started grinding into me slow and steading making me grow wetter with every slow movement his dick had grown harder by then to the point where I was actually concerned if it would even fit inside me. I let my hands roam around his body feeling his every muscle twitch. He started to spread the kisses down my neck sucking and biting, then down to my chest where he unclipped my bra to get fully to my breast. Joon had started sucking on one of my nipples while playing with the other one, teasing it causing me to moan. Smirking up at me he began to trail down further the lower he got the more I noticed how hard I was panting in anticipation for what was about to happen. This isn’t like I had Imagined it was slow and passionate, not rough and frenzied like I had wanted but this was so much better. Looking at my panties he looked up at me smirking, “ Do you wear paties like these everyday.” I nod not wanting him to know that I do wear granny panties most days while thanking God I decided to go with the black thong today. He started pulling them down a couple tugs later they were completely off. Before he could do anything else he stood up and walked to his drawer pulling out a condom and holy shit it’s a king size. Suddenly his phone buzzed on the dresser he walked over to it to see who it was then a look of annoyance on his face is very evitable on his face as he answeredhis phone, “Hello… Right now?... Okay...Yes, Jimin...Okay I’m on my way.” Of course it’s fucking Jimin that has to ruin the moment. Maybe this is a sign. My thoughts are intrupted when I’m shoved back on the bed by a very annoyed Namjoon, oh boy I think this moment just took a turn. I didn’t even realized he put the condom on before he settles inbetween my legs and looks back at me waiting for me to give my approval I nod my head again then in the matter of seconds he lines himself up and begins pushing into me. A few moments later he’s completly inside of me then he dips his head lower to my ear and wispers “ I’m not going to let him ruin this moment for me again.” then proceeds to thrust in and out of me at first slow and steady it felt so sweet having him be inside me filling me up. He does somthing that I didn’t expect though, he pulls out then flips me over onto my belly and goes back in going even herder then he was going before. Wrapping one arm around my throat and putting the other on by the side of my head I can hear his heavy breathing in my ear. “ I’m sorry baby but I have to make this quick they want me back at the studio.” buring his head in the crook of my neck he starts grunting and moaning about how good I feel. By this point I am a moaning mess as I try to reach one arm around to caress his hair but he grabs my hand and pushes it back down. His weight on top of me is sufficating but I love it so much the feeloign of him being inside of me and his thick thighs slamming into mine the lewd sound of skin on skin making me even wetter. I feel my orgasm coming and I start moaning louder he took the hint and moves his hand down to grip my waist making my back arch more has he starts literally drilling into me. Within seconds I became undone under him. He cums soon after with one final thrust. I feel dazed but happy...and really tired so tired I look over to the clock on the nightstand  its 5:30 AM no wonder. His bed is so big and cozy, a girl could get used to this. Joon comes back in the room in clean clothes carring some water and some snacks placing them on the nightstand then sitting on the bed looking at me, “ I have to head back. You can stay here and sleep come in when your ready.” he says as he caresses my hair. I didn’t realize I fell asleep till I woke up hours later in his room I actually thought it was a fever dream. Walking into the studio felt like I was doing a walk of shame down the halls. Walking into Joon’s studio was embarassing to say the least all of the boys were in there and them all stopped talking the look at me. Hobi had a shit eating grin and I knew that he knew not only from that but also from Namjoon’s red face and Jimin seeming mortified. Kookie started laughing, “ I guess we have a new couple.”

Teasing (m)

→ Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

→ Word count: 3.6k

→ Summary: The one where your study partner is just too cute you can’t resist teasing him.

↳ Warnings: pwp, (like zero plot istg...) explicit sexual themes, fingering, some dry-humping, unprotected sex, inexperienced partner, sub!jungkook, noona kink, some fluff if you squint. I didn’t proofread this so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

“Are you cold?”, Jungkook asks you after he sees you shudder again.

“I’m good”, you wave a hand in dismissal, you eyes glued to the laptop’s screen where the word document with your group’s assignment is opened, almost done. You’re freezing, actually, but there’s nothing to do about it considering you’re already wearing one of his fluffiest hoodies over your shirt. “Let’s just wrap this up real quick. We still need a better conclusion”.

Normally there is nothing in this world that can drag you away from your bed on a Sunday winter’s afternoon, but this assignment is worth 70 percent of your final grade and if you want to keep your scholarship you can’t afford less than a 4,5 for this essay. It was Jungkook’s idea to meet at his dorm, but he forgot to mention the heating system at his dorm was a little broken.

While you are sitting at the small blue couch right in front of his single bed, the laptop over your legs and a knitted blanket Jungkook had lying around his room threw over your shoulders, your partner sits down on the floor, legs crossed. Books and notes scattered around him and on his unmade bed, a bottle of banana milk half finished in his hand. He looks a lot younger than he is in his oversized black hoodie and the sleepy expression on his face as he sips from the red straw.

“We could finish it tomorrow, noona”, he suggests. But you are quickly shake your head in dismissal. 

“We have to turn this in tomorrow. There is no time”

Jungkooks whines.

“We don’t have class with professor Kim until after lunch, noona. We have time”.

“If you want to sleep be my guest. I’ll see myself out when this is done”, you retort and hear him scoff.

“I’m not going to sleep with you in my room still working!”, he pouts. You can’t help a small chuckle leaving your lips at the sight of him with his pink-tinted cheeks. “Come on, noona... We’ve been over the essay half a dozen times already, it’s good. A single conclusion paragraph is good enough”.

You sigh and close the laptop. He has a point, but your perfectionist ass is always in search for the extra bit. Maybe you can try to polish it up by yourself tomorrow at first hour before leaving for your first class and give the poor boy a break. He’s never been one for academic writing, Jungkook always did better with the arts. He was quite good, even got some of his sketches published on one of the campus magazines.

“Fine...”, you stretch your arm to grab the laptop’s case and then proceed to secure it inside. “If you are that tired I guess I can leave”

“That’s not- !”, he looks down, a hand comes to his face in a poor attempt to hide his obvious blush from you “I didn’t mean it like that... You- you can stay...”. He whispers that last bit, but you still catch it.

“Stay?”, you smirk and look at him with amusement. Jungkook refuses to meet your eyes, he’s so cute when he’s embarrassed like that. “Stay where? Should I sleep in your bed then?”

He shoots his head up, like a deer caught in headlights. His doe eyes stare at you as if they couldn’t believe what you just said. His face’s gone completely red by now.

“I-“, he captures the red straw between his lips to avoid your question but ends up chocking up before he can swallow. 

He puts it aside, coughing a couple times to get his breathing back to normal. Then he gives you a sheepish look.

“If noona wants to sleep here I can take the floor”, you can’t help but chuckle at his suggestion. Messing with him is always easy. He’s too shy, too cute sometimes that it’s hard to resist teasing him a little longer. But alas, you take pity on him and laugh it off.

“I’m just joking, relax”, you tell him and stand up from the couch to gather your things.

You hear him chocke out a forced laugh and turn your face to check his facial expresion. A hand rubs his neck, and there’s that tiny head tilt he does whenever he’s nervous. He notices your eyes on him so he immediately stands up and offers his help.

It’s when you are ready to leave that you remember that you are still wearing his hoodie. A last chance to push his buttons and watch his cute face contort in embarrassment. 

“Oh, hold on...”, you hand him your bag. “Let me give this back to you before I steal it”

You step back to grab the hem of the hoodie and pull it over your head. 

“You don’t-” The motion drags your shirt along a little, leaving your mid drift exposed to Jungkook’s eyes. 

He knows he shouldn’t be staring at you again, but God! You’re so hot sometimes it drives him insane. And the worst part is that he knows you don’t see him as anything more than a kid. It’s not like you’ve rejected him or something, despite your constant teasing and flirting, he is convinced his not your type. He’s seen it: mature and elegant, with their life all figured out. Very much like that Seokjin dude you dated a few months back. Jungkook knows he’s the opposite and he doesn’t have the balls to ask you out anyway.

The last thing he wants is to make things weird between the two of you. If you stopped talking to him, then he’d be devastated. 

You take off the oversized hoodie, and Jungkook notices something odd about the way your boobs bounce softly when you fix your shirt. And is with a racing heart that he realizes you are not wearing a bra.

All this time? Does that mean you walked in here like that? 

”...W-Why aren't you wearing a bra?! , he doesn’t think before he speaks. “This is a boys only floor, noona!”

You look at him a little baffled at his outburst.

Why does he sound so scandalized? You are in your pajamas anyway, a long T-shirt and some joggers. Why would you use a bra when all you want is to be comfortable? 

You smirk and raise one eyebrow.

”And why are you looking at my boobs, Jungkookie?”, you coo.

”I'm not! Well- I am but it's not...” he's completely flustered now, stumbling on his words. He covers his eyes with his palm and lets out an anguish whine. ”They’re just there!”

You chuckle and lean closer to his form. Just enough so you can whisper into his ear. ”Your such a little perv, Kookie... Fooling girls with that innocent act of yours when you are like this... tsk, tsk, tsk”.

“Oh my God! That’s not-”, he takes a deep breath and shies away from you.  “Noona, don’t say those things...”

He plops down on his bed, now covering his embarrassed face with both hands. He blushes even harder, that even down the neck of his shirt you see that he’s completely flushed.

You can tell your little act affected his blood flow in more than one way also, by the way he bring one hand to his pocket to fix his pants. It only makes you want to push him even more, but you don’t know how much he’s going to take before he kicks you out of his room.

So instead, you sit next to him and try to calm him down.

“I’m sorry, you’re just too easy to tease, baby”, you half-joke, a hand goes to pat his broad back. A soft whimper comes out of his lips at your casual use of the term of endearment and you chuckle, delighted “I won’t do it again”

Jungkook takes a deep sigh and lowers his hand from his face.

“You’re so mean sometimes, noona”, he says and looks up to meet your eyes for a brief moment before looking away.

You give him more reassuring pats on his back. 

“Sorry, let me make it up to you. Would you like that?”.

“How?”

“What would you like me to do, hm?”, you ask.

It’s actually an innocent question. You are thinking about buying him some of those lamb skewers he loves, or getting him a new sketchpad, maybe a coffee. But when eyes meet and you find yourself enraptured by the way his pupils visible dilate, obscuring the warm brown from his eyes.

He licks his lips, your eyes follow his tongue’s movements and your are suddenly aware of how close you two actually are.

He smells warm, like a sunny day. All the heat that irradiates from his honey skin you can feel it through your palm. You lick your lips and lean closer, your hand tracing figures of eight on his back. He shudders, but doesn’t draw back. On the contrary, he moves a little closer to your until the outside of his his knee touch yours.

The shift in the mood is obvious the next time he speaks. 

“Noona...”, his voice is a husky whisper.

“Yes, Kookie?”

“Can I...”, his eyes linger for a moment on your lips, as his pink tongue prods out of him mouth to moisture his own. He’s so cute and he has no clue to what that little tongue of his does to you. “c-can I kiss you?”.

Kiss you? Did innocent Kookie really just asked if he could kiss you?

Oh, my...

He doesn’t even know what he’s getting himself into.

Your hand moves from his back to his cheek and you run your fingertips over his soft skin. You cup his cheek and like a puppy he closes his eyes, keening into your touch. So compliant, so cute, you think to yourself.

You don’t answer him. Instead, your body moves forward and you press your lips to his as your other hand comes to cup his other cheek. Jungkook’s breath hitches in his mouth when your lips meet, but he soon melts into you. 

His lips are soft as they start to move awkwardly to match your rhythm.

You bite his lower lip, earning a gasp from him. That’s when you take the chance to prod your tongue past his lips. He tastes sweet like banana milk.

And he moans into your kiss. 

You want nothing more than to ruin him, to hear him moan and beg for his release. But maybe not just yet... you don’t know if he’s ready, if he had any kind of experience. He’s a handsome guy, you know there are half dozen girls in your semester that are after him. But he doesn’t pay attention to them, it’s like he is not interested at all. That makes you wonder if he could be a virgin still...

However, it’s the hand that’s creeping up your shirt and grabs a breast without hesitation that makes you realize he is not. He kneads and pinches one nipple between his fingers making you moan on his lips.

Before he can make you moan again, your hands land on Jungkook’s shoulders and you push him back onto the mattress. He gasps as you move to straddle him, pinning his wrists to the mattress.

Jungkook looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, his lips red a swollen from your kisses. His breath hitches in his throat when you lower yourself on his lap and grind against his growing bulge.

You lean down to press a short kiss against his jaw and pull back to watch his worked up expression.

“What now?” You ask with a playful smile.

“Huh...?”

“Did you just want to kiss me, Kookie?”, you tease him further. He swallows hard.

“N-no...”

“No?” You coo. “What else do you want to do, hm?”

“I want- I want to...”, he can’t seem to find the words, so you have to do it for him.

“Do you want to touch me again, baby?”. A needy groan leave a his throat.

“Y-yes...”

“Where?”, he’s blushing out of control, and bites his nether lip so hard for a moment you think he might draw blood. You release one of his wrists and run a hand down his chest.  “Use your words or noona is going to get her things and leave”

“No! Please... don’t leave... don’t-“

“Then answer me”, you hand slips under his hoodie and shirt, to find his warm skin, rippling with lean muscle. You can’t wait to strip him and cover his skin with love bites. “Where do you want to touch me, baby boy?”

“I- I want to touch your tits, suck at them...”, he admits with closed eyes. You busy yourself with trailing kisses down his neck.

“What else?”

“I want to touch your legs... “, his free hand moves to your thighs. “And your ass...”

“Is that all?”

“N-no, I... I want to touch...”, he opens his eyes, now clouded with lust and need. “I want to touch your pussy... I- I want to fuck you, noona”.

And the cute bunny surprises you again for a second time tonight. He’s bolder than you thought he’d be. 

“You want to fuck me?”, You feign surprise to rile him up a bit more. “Such a dirty boy, baby”

He bites into his own lips and lets out a shaky breath. 

“Noona, please...” he grips the fabric of your joggers, and the hand that’s still trapped in your hold tightens into a fist.  “I’m so into you.. I- I really really like you, y/n. Let me... please let me have you...”, his cute and desperate confession has a streak of arousal shooting through your body, right to your core.

You smirk.

“Then take me”.

He nods and raises his head to capture your lips in his again. You free his wrist and he wastes no time grabbing a handful of your ass, prompting you to grind down against him. God you are so wet, you are sure it’s already begin to leak down your pants. You slide up and down over his clothed length with ease, his hard cock providing you delicious friction.

It’s with great difficulty that you manage to break from his kiss to get rid of his yellow hoodie along with his shirt in one tug. His skin is beautiful: lithe muscle in such a sweet honey color and you can’t help yourself. You want to taste him, and so you lean forward and leave a wet kiss between his pecs, and go down from there. He sighs. You quickly make your way to his left nipple and trap his hardened bud between your lips, while you hand finds the other one and tugs at it. 

Jungkook cries out, you note he’s very sensitive and wonder how well would he do with the toys you have stored back home. You keep kissing, pulling, bitting twisting to elicit more of those beautiful sounds. 

You are no longer bothered with the cold as you keep grinding down on him.

“Ahh... that- that feels good...”, he manages to speak between chocked cries, and tangles his fingers into your hair. “Noona... please...”

You pull back to discard your own shirt and wink at him when you toss it aside. Jungkook lowers his gaze to your exposed breast and licks his lips in anticipation. It doesn’t take too long before you are both naked, hands all over each other. Jungkook is sucking at your nipple whilst he other is being taken care of by his hand. Your hand wraps around his throbbing length, pumping it just enough to make him shudder.

He wraps his arms around your waist and rolls you over the mattress, so that he can feel your body flushed against his. One hand traces the curve of your hips, tracing a beeline towards your core, while he used the other for support.

He uses two fingers to separate your lips, moving them up and down to coat them in your slick. You pull the hairs at his nape when he decided to slip two of them inside your heat at the same time. He moves them in and out, squelching  sounds filling the room along with your own labored breaths.

“Do you like that, noona?”

“Yes, baby... it’s feels amazing. Keep going”, you move your hips in circles trying to follow the rhythm of his hand. He makes you arch your back every time the heel of his hand brushes against your engorged clit.

He adds a third finger.

You are so ready for him, a gush of slick cover his hand and trails down between your butt cheeks. The coil of pleasure begins to tighten at the pit of your stomach with each thrust of his fingers. You need to have his dick now, or you might lose your mind.

“Jungkook...”, you call for him, but he’s too busy working you up over the edge that he doesn’t hear you. His fingers curve inside you, brushing against your most sensitive spot. He curls them again, every time white sparks of pleasure shoot through your body. His lips busy sucking a hickey on your neck. “Ahh... fuck-“

You grab him by the wrist. He raises his head to look at you.

“You need to lay back, now”, you say, out of breath. He grins, his bunny teeth showing making him look too adorable considering what he’s being doing. He nods eagerly and retreats his fingers from your pussy with a wet sound.

He positions himself on the bed, back against the mattress and you crawl up his body again. 

The swollen and red head of his cock already oozing precum when you grab him to pump him a few times, before guiding his cock to your soaking entrance. However, the head just nudges past your lips when he stops you with a panicked expression.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

He takes a deep breath, as you sinking back to your heels. Jungkook sits straight and you examine his face, hoping to read whatever it is that made him change his mind. The red in his cheeks intensifies as he makes a poorly attempt to hide it.

“I- I don’t have condoms...”, he sounds defeated, and you can’t help but chuckle, reaching for his face to brush the fringe from his eyes. “And I’m not sure if I- if I can pull out on time”.

“I’m on the pill, Kook...”, he nods absentmindedly like doesn’t fully understand what you just said. You throw your arms around his shoulders and press your lips to the corner of his mouth. 

Jungkook lets out a pleased sigh. 

“Does- does that mean we can still do it?”, he asks and you align your faces together. 

“Do you want to?”

He nods.

“I am, I haven’t- I mean... “ he mouths something you can’t quite understand. “I’m tested, I’m clean”

“I’m clean too”, you caress his chest and shoulders with a soft smile. You lower a hand between your bodies and circle his length. Jungkook closes his eyes and sighs his pretty face relaxing in pleasure. “Do you trust me?”

“I do”, he breathes.

You tilt your hips upwards, supporting your weight on your knees and guide his cock to your opening. The head nudges at your entrance, glistening with your mixed lubricant, and your hands come to hold his shoulders as you begin to sheath him inside of you. 

You caress his chest, leaving a small peck on his lips before pushing him back on the bed. The stretch feels so good already and he’s not even fully in yet. Jungkook’s hands come to gently fondle with your breasts as you sink down completely with one thrust.

“Fuck... noona...”, Jungkook gasps as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

His thick veiny cock stretches you open, and you start moving. You keep slow pace at first, enamores with the soft sounds spilling from Jungkook’s lips as he moves his hips to meet yours. But a particular hard thrust has you clenching around him and he moans loud. 

“Ahhh, shit... faster, noona... please”.

His fingers dig into the skin of your hips and he thrust up again.

He doesn’t need to ask you twice as you start to bounce up and down his cock, grinding your click against his pelvic bone every chance you get. A slapping sound every time your ass meets the seat of his lap. The bed creaks loud under the movements of your lovemaking, sure the room next door has to be empty or you would’ve heard complains by now.

Jungkook moans your name over and over, the bright flush on his sweat-covered skin tells you he’s probably close already.

“Are you going to cum for me, Kookie?”, You clench your muscles around him again, and he cries out. His breathy moans are the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard, and as you keep grinding onto him you can feel your own pleasure start to peak. But you don’t want to come yet, you want to see his pretty face when he comes firsts.

“¡Ngh...! I- Ahh...”, he swallows hard, taking a deep breath. His hands leave soft touches on your hips and move down your thighs.  “I’m really close, noona... if you keep doing that I’m-“, you clench again and his eyes go blank with pleasure. “¡F-fuck...!”

“Do you want to come inside, baby?”, you push back his fringe that’s already drenched in sweat and keep up a steady rhythm. Jungkook nods fervently in response, unable to speak properly and you lean down to kiss him. You tongue plays with his, and you suck on his lower lip before whispering to his ear. “Fill me up then, baby”.

That seems to be enough to throw him over the edge.

“Noona, fuck, fuck, fuck...¡Agh! ¡Ahhh-!” he chants, holding onto your hips with both hands to keep you still as he starts thrusting up again until his release hits him. 

The coil of pleasure down your abdomen that grew even tighter watching Jungkook come undone is about to snap. The way his cock pulses between your walls sending shivers down your spine. A high pitched moan leaves Jungkook’s mouth, his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hangs open. Warm stripes of semen coat your inner walls as he keeps bucking his hips to yours, and you start moving again, to help him riding out his orgasm and chasing your own.

You bite your lip when Jungkook’s thumb finds your clit. Using his own release as lubricant that’s now leaking out of you, he circles the sensitive bud before applying direct pressure with the pad of his finger. You’re almost there, almost... “Ah... Jungkookie... Like that, just like that”, Your moans join his breathy whines as he begins to feel the pain of overstimulation.

“Noona, please... ‘s too much- Ngh!”. His voice sounds ten times sexier when he begs, whining and crying for you to come all over his sensitive cock. That’s what finally makes you reach your high. White sparks of pleasure flash before your eyes as your orgasm washes over you. 

You moan your lover��s name and your nails rack down his chest. 

“Shit, shit... Ahh... Ngh...”

You roll your hips, riding out your orgasm until you come down completely. Jungkook is trembling under your touch. Tired and spent, he winces when you slide off his member and let yourself fall next to him in the narrow bed.

For a moment there’s only silence and the sound of your labored breaths.

You bring a hand to your forehead to wipe the cold sweat off your skin. You are suddenly aware of the room’s temperature again and a shiver runs down your spine. Jungkook notices and rolls over to wraps your in his arms before pulling the blanket over your bodies. The warmth of his body pressing against your back makes you feel so contented, more than you’d dare to admit out loud. 

“That was...”, he sighs and his nose nuzzles against the crook of your neck. “I’mma ask professor Kim to give us more assignments like this”

You chuckle and turn your face around to give him a peck on the lips. He grins like a little boy.

“You are too cute for your own good”

“Only for you, noona”

2019 © letspurpletogether.

All the Demons Underground

Kevin had gotten cleaned up. Wearing a suit and the red necktie, he almost looked like a real FBI agent. For a change, he wore no makeup, had no paint on his fingernails, and had his hair dyed in a simple black and slicked back.

Two of the local deputies grunted and grumbled as they toiled away in front of him and the sheriff. Each shovel sliced into the dirt, uplifting and tossing away another chunk of soil to the sides of the unmarked grave behind the McLaughlin house.

The mustachioed sheriff waited patiently, leaning against the hood of his SUV and keeping Kevin company in silence. Kevin avoided eye contact and thumbed through his phone, taking a deep drag from his cigarette and pretending to be haughty and standoffish. He flipped through a flurry of emails that had piled up in his inbox; a veritable cascade of aggregate messages from the various occult mailing lists he subscribed to.

Sheriff Bailey winced after taking a sip from the coffee in his thermos can and then asked, “You’re not really FBI, are ya?”

Kevin looked up, staring at him over the edge of his phone’s display, his brow arched. His mind reeled, running through dozens of different ways to deflect and answer that question without getting into hot water. Scenarios of how he would need to escape and evade arrest followed hot on the heels of those thoughts.

Most of all, what confounded Kevin the most was the fact that this country bumpkin could see through his glamour.

Out of earshot of the two other men busied with unearthing the grave, their rhythmic chunking of soil and grunting droned on while the awkward silence grew in between Bailey and Kevin.

He took another long drag from his cigarette and blew out the smoke under a soft sigh.

“It don’t really matter to me either way,” Sheriff Bailey said, breaking eye contact. His gaze came to rest on the men doing the digging. “We see a whole lotta weird things in this town, and the faster you and the weird things are outta my hair, the happier of a camper I am.”

Kevin flinched and dropped the cigarette from between his fingers. A stack of ashes rained down with it, the death-stick burnt down to its filter. He stamped it out underneath his shiny, oversized shoe.

He savored what the sheriff had just told him. Rolled his jaw as he followed his gaze, watching the two men dig. Set his jaw and then asked the sheriff, “You’re not concerned about some schmuck rolling into town, impersonating a federal agent?”

The sheriff shrugged.

“That’s your damn problem, son, not mine. I can feign ignorance if people ask, and my paperwork’s easier to file if I do so.”

Kevin reached into his jacket’s inner pocket and removed a heavy weight from in there. In his hand, he held a perfectly rectangular gray slab of stone covered in scuff marks.

The sheriff scratched his temple as he shot a glance at it.

“Do you know whose this is, sheriff?”

He shook his head in response and asked, “That a whetstone?”

Kevin nodded.

“The hell am I gonna know whose whetstone that is?”

Kevin put it back into his jacket, produced another cigarette from a crumpled pack, and fired it up. The flame from his lighter illuminated his face in a warm red glare that contrasted the wintry twilight of the world around them. Kevin inhaled sharply and let the smoke billow out as he answered.

“It’s very important. It belongs to someone connected to the disappearance of my—”

Kevin paused, taking another drag. He pondered how to phrase this part.

“Your partner,” the sheriff interrupted.

“Sure. Let’s call her that,” Kevin said. “Anyway, I have reason to believe that this object belonged to the waitress who took the early shifts at Jones Diner, not far from here. Do you know her name?”

The sheriff took another sip from his thermos, then sloshed the liquid around in his mouth as if he was rinsing his teeth with coffee. He swallowed.

“I don’t know who you’re talkin’ about. That damned hole has been abandoned for almost thirty years. I was barely outta high school when it burnt down.”

“What? I was just there this morn—”

“You ain’t the first to and it sure as hell seems like you ain’t gonna be the last to experience that, son. I’m tellin’ you, we see a lotta weird things in this town. And Jones Diner? Pretty high up on the list.”

Speechless. This rendered Kevin speechless. His heart raced, trying to piece together what he had seen just this morning. The diner had looked and felt like it had been frozen in time in a different era, sure. But it was all too real. He had firsthand experience with the unnatural, but never witnessed anything like this.

“I’m gonna have to kindly ask you to never go there again,” the sheriff said. He set the empty thermos can down on the hood behind him and blew warm air into his cupped hands, then rubbed them together. “It’s an old derelict that could collapse at any time and kill ya. Before we start babblin’ about the why, lemme just shut that down right away. Some of the people ‘round these parts think that it’s some old Native American curse. Had a health inspector confababulate somethin’ about swamp gas which was just utter horse-crap. Me, I just think there’s strange things in this world that defy explanation, and I think we’re all better off not botherin’ with bendin’ over backwards to make up dumb explanations.”

Kevin noticed how much of his cigarette had burned away without him smoking it, caught up in the sheriff’s diatribe on dissecting unnatural phenomena.

“Be that as it may, I’m not leaving town without at least knowing what’s in there,” he finally said, pointing with his cigarette at the growing hole where the deputies repeatedly stabbed the earth with their shovels.

The sheriff shrugged. “Ain’t gonna stop you either way. Only God knows where our paths all lead. Yet we’re all the emperors of our own fate, Agent Hammet.” The way he enunciated the name of Kevin’s fake identity almost sounded like singing.

A loud thunk heralded the shovels of the deputies discovering something solid at the bottom of that shallow grave. Something heavy, wooden, and hollow.

Kevin turned to look, taking a greedy drag.

“Paydirt,” Deputy Yang half-shouted.

The two deputies started working more hastily, likely happy to soon be done with this drudgery. The shovel-blades scraped over the wooden surface of the container they continued to reveal while Sheriff Bailey and Kevin approached the hole.

Inside the hole rested a wooden trunk, reinforced with black iron bands and secured with a fittingly old-fashioned heavy iron lock. The deputies scuffed it and wiped some dirt off of its surface.

“Old trunk o’ sorts,” Deputy Yang said unnecessarily.

“We’ve got eyeballs, son,” the Sheriff sighed, his gaze now transfixed on the mysterious old chest. “This what you were hopin’ to find, Agent?”

Kevin shook his head. Slowly, at first, then with more fervor and feverishness. His eyes glazed over, his mind raced once more.

He had expected a coffin. He had dreamt of a coffin. He had dreamt of Kim, trapped inside that coffin, while another woman looking exactly like Kim, dressed exactly like Kim, shoveled dirt onto it.

Exasperated, he tore his gaze off the chest in the hole and swept their environs with his eyes. The old decaying MacLaughlin house. The old metal water pump where Kim washed her hands after the burial. The misty pine woods that swallowed the old haunted residence.

Doe eyes stared back at him from in between the trees. He locked eyes with the creature, then the deer darted away, disappearing into the forest.

He had dreamt of this exact place after conducting the ritual properly.

Something was not adding up. Nothing was working out as it should.

Kevin had made no error when working the magick, no miscalculation.

Something about this town—this place—was off. Wrong.

Corrupted.

Kevin asked the men to clear out and he approached the trunk hastily, haphazardly flicking his cigarette off to the side. He yanked the shovel out of Yang’s hand and started beating at the iron lock with the blade, striking it with growing force and violence until it broke.

He kicked the chest open and a cloud of dust exploded outward, causing all four men to cough. Once a gust of wind dispersed the cloud and cleared their sight into the trunk, they all leaned forward, straining their eyes to peer at its unlocked contents.

A small, leather pouch, sitting on top of a pile of brownish ceramic shards. Dwarfed by the size of the container, the pouch looked lonesome. Forgotten. But far newer than the chest itself. While the trunk had the appearance of an object left behind in a previous century, the small leather pouch looked like it was made in the last ten years.

Kevin crouched down and opened it. Dumped the pouch’s contents into his palm.

Chicken bones, dust, dried rose petals, and a crumpled up poker card.

Finally something that fit his premonition. These were the exact objects Kim had used for the ritual out here. But how had they gotten inside this trunk? Why had he dreamt of her in a coffin here?

He discarded the items except for the card, letting them tumble into the chest where they joined the ceramic shards. He unfurled the card so he could see which one it was.

The Queen of Spades. Someone had punched vicious little holes into the card where the queen’s eyes and mouth would be, likely using a black ballpoint pen to do so, given the scribbles and streaks on the card.

When Kevin figured the local lawmen to be conspicuously quiet about this discovery, he looked up at them.

They loomed, like dark human towers. Leering. Grinning. Their teeth looked all wrong; all yellow and black and rotten. Bad breath smelling of dead animal carcasses hit Kevin’s nostrils as they stifled hideous laughter. Their eyes were all milky-white, like they had gone blind in the last few seconds, yet they stared at Kevin with burning malice and sinister intent.

Worse, they stood all too close. At arm’s length.

Without thinking, Kevin thrust his fist into his jacket to grab his gun. He pulled out a wax-coated human hand instead of any pistol, with each of the hand’s fingers ending in a wick and its wrist cleanly severed and capped by a tin foil.

So baffled at this occurrence, the three men took him by surprise and grabbed him, dragging him out of the trunk’s hole, kicking and screaming. His shouts only caused flocks of birds to scatter from the treetops, with nobody within miles of this backwater place to hear his pleas.

Sheriff Bailey—or the demon inhabiting him—chortled.

Kevin struggled to break free from their combined grasp. In his mind’s eye, he sensed his impending death as they raised a hand each, every one of them holding a jagged, sharp-looking ceramic shard from the trunk in their fists, clutched like wicked little knives.

They stabbed and the sticky warm substance emerged from fresh wounds like pus. The repeated stabbing made Kevin break out in cold sweat, thrashing against them but never fully breaking free as they pushed him down, held him down, pressing the air from his lungs and robbing him of his ability to escape.

All the pain took its sweet time to reach his brain, setting in with bizarre delay. His thrashing around caused him to roll over, grabbing at the many cuts and gashes with utter futility as the blood pumped out between his fingers. Kicks and blows rained down on his back.

He somehow fell despite crawling, hitting his head. It hurt worse than all the other hurt and he pushed himself off the ground.

Rather than finding damp soil and mud to be clinging to his face, the floor was cold and hard and smooth. And clean. No blood pooled beneath him, only damp sheets, coiling and roiling as they moved in accordance to his own limbs, tangled up in them.

Disoriented, he looked around in the motel room. The smell of Tibetan incense burning on his nightstand grounded him in this reality again.

The spell had failed somehow, though he knew where to look for Kim now.

The only problem would be all the demons in that town.

—Submitted by Wratts

Save You (Jungkook, OC) Part 2

Forgive me for taking so long in updating this... My mind was preoccupied with other things lol. Anyway, enjoy! 

PART 1

Jungkook was now eighteen and he never thought he would ever go through something what most people would call a “crush”.

Having become distant and detached from everyone for a long time could affect you in ways that alters your very being. Jungkook has been so used to avoiding contact with anyone that he had forgotten how it felt like to look at someone…

And not want to look away.

Jungkook tried to forget about her: Olivia Kim, the new girl in his Math class. He didn’t mean to but he found himself stealing glances at her more often than he should; subtly staring and looking away instantly when she turns. It was a good thing he was already an expert at blending into the background and avoiding eye-contact.

He wouldn’t say it was a crush, exactly… more like a fleeting fascination. It's not that he liked her that way (Though she was not at all bad looking, Jungkook thought. With her warm brown eyes and long dark hair… Completely not my ideal type at all.) but he was more curious as to why there were no numbers hovering over her head.

At first Jungkook thought it may have been delayed and that it would eventually show up in a day or two. That happened once a couple of years ago with a little girl he accidentally locked eyes with at a convenience store. Jungkook could remember being thrilled when there were numbers on her, thinking his curse has somehow been miraculously lifted. But a couple of days later, he caught sight of the same girl on his way home from school. She was just about to ride a car and when Jungkook locked eyes with her, he saw it. He deflated; shoulder sagging at the discovery that he could still see those awful numbers. Although he was a bit relieved upon discovering the little girl still had long years to live.

But it's been a week and Olivia’s numbers have yet to come up. Jungkook liked to think he couldn't see them at all now but he knew that was a lie. He could still sense it coming off from everyone…like a stain you can’t really remove.

This was the first time that he has met (well the correct term being "seen" considering they haven't once spoken with each other. Not that Jungkook was planning on it either) someone without it and it's weird considering being human means… we all die.

Unless she isn't human, a voice suggested in his head which he snorted at because this was no time for crazy talk. But Jungkook couldn’t keep wondering about it. When everyone’s numbers seem to be working just fine, here was Olivia just sitting on her chair—numberless.

The only other person whose numbers Jungkook couldn’t see was his, and even he himself wasn’t completely sure why. But he figured it was better that way and opted not to dig deeper into the topic since knowing everyone else’s time of death was enough of a burden. He wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of knowing the exact day that he was going to die either.

"Jungkook, you should help out Olivia."

Jungkook snapped up at the sound of his name, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. He immediately caught sight of the numbers hovering over Mrs. Chan's head and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest when he saw that the woman only had five years left to live.

"Sorry?" He asked stupidly as he looked around and saw his classmates already standing up from their seats, preparing to leave. Jungkook tried to recall when the dismissal bell sounded but couldn't. He figured he was too distracted.

"You and Olivia." She pointed out. "I need you to help her in Math. I thought I'd turn to you since you're the Math genius of the class." She chuckled and before Jungkook could protest, the woman held up her hand. "Not without incentives, of course. Don't worry, Jungkook. This is extra credit work and I'm sure it would look good on your college recommendation letters."

And there it was. Jungkook hated it when his teachers throw in the "college card”, like he couldn't see right through their intentions. They all wanted the same thing: for him to socialise more, to join a club, to make friends...

And other specific things Jungkook can't do.

"I'm sorry. But I... I can't—“

"It's only for this semester, Jungkook." Mrs. Chan said, smiling sweetly. "I'm sure you can sacrifice a bit of your time to help a classmate out."

It's not that, he huffed internally, wanting to tear his hair out in frustration because he couldn’t explain the true reason behind his reluctance to accept.

It's not that I don't want to help..., he thought.

It's just too risky.

"Please, Mrs. Chan. Thank you but I think we can tell when someone doesn't really want to do something."

Jungkook was surprised at the voice that spoke up, unaware of another presence in the room. He turned slowly and saw the last (and maybe first, but he won't ever admit it) person he wanted to see.

Olivia was biting her lip, looking a little embarrassed. It didn't occur to him that she was standing behind him all this time while Mrs. Chan pleaded for him to help her out in Math.

Jungkook gave her a one-over, surveying her green blouse and jeans. He thought he looked exceptionally pretty today...

Wait, what?

"Ahem." Jungkook looked up to the sound of someone clearing their throat and was surprised to see Olivia staring daggers at him.

"I—“ Jungkook stammered, wanting to apologize for staring so rudely but ended up looking away and clearing his throat instead, feeling his ears warm up from embarrassment.

Olivia stared at him for a second longer before moving her gaze back to the teacher. "And besides, I'm sure there are others who would be willing to help me out. Maybe someone smarter."

Jungkook's head snapped towards her so fast he thought he would've gotten a whiplash.

Excuse me, he wanted to say.

“I mean, if he was really the best…he wouldn’t be so scared to help someone out considering it’s his subject of expertise.”

Jungkook scoffed unknowingly at that and was instantly embarrassed when Mrs. Chan gave him a look.

Is she actually taunting me? He thought incredulously as he clenched his right hand.

"Isn't that right... Jungkook?"  

Jungkook's breath seemed to hitch at the sound of his name coming out of her mouth. He looked at her then and their eyes met in a challenging gaze.

Wow she totally is, Jungkook thought as nobody budged. It was almost pathetic: their little staring game. As if that gesture would make him change his mind.  

Well it did.

Jungkook was actually taking the bait. He was the smartest guy in class and there's no way he was going to let her get away with what she just said.

Right then he decided he wasn't going to let her trample over his pride.

"Just for the whole semester, right?" He asked and Mrs. Chan's face lit up like a Christmas tree. He turned towards Olivia who had a mildly surprised look on her face, not expecting him to agree and take her bait.

"Yes, just for this term Jungkook." And just like that he agreed with a curt nod. He glanced at Olivia shortly, and then smirked when he saw the surprise still present on her face.

He glanced up slightly, seeing her numbers still absent no matter how hard he willed them to show.  

Very odd, he thought before walking away and leaving the room; secretly wishing it stays that way and that her numbers don't ever show up.  

~~~

Olivia was seventeen and wished she didn't have to move to a new place.

It would've been okay but she was in the middle of high school for god’s sake and having to move just before her senior year really sucked especially when she had to leave so much behind. She should’ve been preparing for prom with her friends, not getting used to a new house, a new school, a new life.

She was having a crisis and she couldn’t do anything about.

Her father got a new job in this city and she couldn’t be more proud and happy for him for getting promoted. She could still recall how happy he was when he told her the news; how his face lit up like stars the way it used to…

But her happiness was only short lived for right after, he told her about their plans of moving away. Olivia couldn’t say anything considering A: she was only seventeen and she can’t exactly live on her own yet. And B: she’s the only family his father got left after her mother passed away a couple of years ago.

“I know you’re in the middle of high school, but this could be a good start for us.” His father explained and Olivia could hear the hidden message behind his statement:

This could help us move on.

And who was she to say no if this was going to help her father? Her father who had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep and doing too much overtime at work; whom she had heard crying a few times at night when he thought she was already sleeping.

They needed this and Olivia would be supportive no matter what.

She just wished it had been easier.

She just wished school didn’t have Math and that she didn’t suck at it enough for her teacher to assign her a tutor.

I just wish my tutor wasn’t so cold, she had thought the moment Mrs. Chan called in the boy who always sat at the very back of the classroom. The one who seemed to be sleeping half the time and never participated in class discussions yet still managed to get the highest grade.

The boy her teacher called Jungkook. And currently, the boy who just walked away after agreeing to tutor her in Math.

“Well to be honest? I wasn’t expecting him to say yes.” Mrs. Chan chuckled before giving her a small smile. “He’s a sweet boy, Olivia. Don’t worry.”

Olivia bit her lip to keep from saying that she could only see bitterness clouding over the guy. She supposed she had been a little harsh when she taunted him. And she didn’t mean to be mean, but she needed the help and if she wanted to pass this class, she needed help from the smartest kid in class. And it seemed that Jungkook was the guy and he already had “no” written all over his face before Mrs. Chan could even fight for her case.

“He’s very… reserved.” Mrs. Chan explained. “As I’m sure you’ve noticed. So it would be best if you’re the one who approached him first regarding your tutoring schedules."

Olivia nodded and thanked her before sprinting out the door to catch up with Jungkook. Luckily, she was able to catch him by his locker down the hall. She watched him for a while, finally getting a good look at him.

First thing she noticed was that he was tall; with long legs and broad shoulders. A good physique but unfortunately wasted with the way he’s always hunched over and slouching.

The next was: Jungkook was actually good-looking; cute with big doe-eyes. Olivia thought he would’ve been school crush material if he had given a bit of his time in dressing well or maybe combing his hair once in a while… or making an effort to actually smile.  

“Uh. Hi.” Olivia started as she approached him. Jungkook glanced at her briefly then returned his gaze to his locker. Olivia bit her lip and decided not to take it the wrong way. “O—kay. So I’m—“

"We can work after class. Monday's through Wednesday's at the library, 5 P.M. sharp.” Jungkook said before shutting his locker close and giving her a curt glance. Olivia’s mouth was slightly open, surprised by his straightforwardness. Jungkook, on the other hand, merely stared her down with a levelled gaze before continuing. “If you're late, don't expect me to wait for you.”

Olivia closed her mouth and cleared her throat. She looked at him and saw that he was still staring, realizing too late that he was waiting for a reply.

“Oh! Um. Yeah, okay. I mean 5 P.M. sounds good. At the library…”

Jungkook nodded. "We can start next week.”

“Why not tomorrow? It’s Wednesday…”

Jungkook gave her a look before shrugging. "If you want.”

“I want to.” She nodded and Jungkook blinked once before nodding as well.

“Okay. See you tomorrow, then.” He turned to leave but Olivia reached out and tugged at his sleeve; stopping him.

She frowned when he saw the way he flinched. She figured he didn't like being touched so she let go immediately.  "Sorry, I—“

Jungkook looked down at his sleeve then at her, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

“I just wanted… to say thank you,” she let out, feeling a little breathless for no apparent reason. “For doing this and for helping me out when you didn't really have to."

Jungkook just stared, his lips pressed in a thin line as she continued. "And I guess I also wanted to apologize a while ago," she said. "I didn't mean to be rude. I just, I really needed the help and—“

“It’s fine.” He interrupted, already turning away. “Bye, Olivia.”

“Wait!”

“What?” He snapped as he half turned in annoyance. Olivia felt a little guilty for keeping him.

“I'm sorry. You can just call me Liv. And uh...—“ she bit her lip. “Can I get your number? I mean, for tutoring purposes. You know... if one of us has an emergency and can’t make it—“

Jungkook looked like he was contemplating real hard before answering, "Like I said, 5 P.M. sharp. We can have a fifteen-minute grace period, if you like. After that, if any of us is not there yet, consider the session cancelled.”

Olivia tried not to linger on the fact that he just pretty much declined her request for his number but decided that maybe he just doesn’t trust strangers with his personal contact. “Oh okay. Cool. Thanks. I’ll…see you tomorrow, I guess?"

Jungkook nodded curtly before finally walking away; leaving Olivia standing there in the hall, wondering what's up with her mysterious classmate, Jungkook.

~~~

Olivia ran.

Rain poured hard from the skies and she could feel her skin, slick with sweat, mingling with rainwater. Her hair was damp and her shirt was already sticking to her body but she continued to run.

Step. Splat. Step. Splat.

Her shoes waded through the wet pavement and she might have been crazy to be running on wet floors but she had to find him.

Turning the corner, she almost slipped if it weren’t for hand instantly stretching out to hold firmly against the brick wall. She stopped to catch her breath, crouching down with her hands firm against her knees. The rain continued to pour and she could see headlights flashing against her closed eyelids.

She counted to five before opening her eyes. She gasped as her vision cleared, gaze settling on a familiar form on the other side of the street.

Her eyes widened and tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she saw him across the street, wearing a black shirt and red backpack slung over his broad shoulders.

He looked to his right before stepping off the side street and began to cross.

She called out to him.

He looked up.

Beep!!!

Flash!

“NO!!!”

~~~

Olivia woke up with a start, sweat beading down her forehead and against the side of her face. She placed a hand over her racing heart; feeling like she had just ran a marathon.

Running.

She was always running in her dreams.

Olivia couldn’t remember when the dreams started. She couldn’t recall it’s beginnings nor has she ever deciphered it’s meaning.

It was always the same one: with her running through the rain then tuning the street to lock eyes with a boy whose face she could never remember no matter how many times she has woken up to the same dream.

He had no face yet she knew it was the same boy. She felt it was him every single time.

Olivia ran a hand over her face and swung her legs to the edge of her bed to stand. She figured a glass of water would help calm her nerves.

As she walked down to the kitchen, the vividness of her dream begins to blur, like an ill memory willed to be forgotten…

But the memory of the boy’s eyes remained clear as glass even in her awakened state; the fear in his eyes she could recall so vividly, right before the bright lights flashed.

~~~

"And that's how you get 5.46. You just have to apply this formula then divide it by two."

Olivia scrunched her eyebrows, feeling her brain turning into mush. Jungkook was patient as he explained the steps one by one—not missing a single detail. They've been doing the tutoring session for several weeks now and Olivia had come to know Jungkook a little bit better despite his quiet demeanour.

(Emphasis on “a little bit”)

Olivia was naturally friendly and social and could practically get anyone to warm up to her in under an hour. But warming up to Jungkook, however, proved to be an even harder feat than taking intermediate Math.

Jungkook was too quiet—aloof, and would only speak to her if it’s a subject related to Math or school in general.

Olivia believe you could tell a little bit about a person in the way they dressed or the things they owned. Jungkook almost always wore black or one of those white shirts that seemed to be too big for his figure. The fact that he carries around the same gray backpack didn’t really give her much to analyze on either.

Jungook was literally a walking mystery. And Olivia was slightly getting tired of figuring him out.

“I think we can call it a day.” Jungkook suddenly said when Olivia finished the last of the exercise he had given her. “You did okay today.”

Olivia tried not to snort at that. “Okay” was probably the closest thing to a compliment Jungkook has ever given her. She looked up and saw him already standing from his seat and gathering his belongings.

Olivia bit her lip, unsure what on earth she was thinking when she blurted, “Hey Jungkook? Are you busy later?”

The library was already quiet as it is, but with Jungkook pausing and turning to stare at her like she has just spoken to him in a different language, the silence was almost deafening.

“Why?” He asked. “Do you need more time to review…?”

“No, I—“ Olivia shook her head, her hand gripping the pencil so tightly she feared she might break it. She wasn’t sure either what came over to ask such a thing.

Because you wanted to get to know him once and for all, a small part of her brain said.

Jungkook looked at her expectantly and Olivia thought since it was already out there, she might as well finish what she started.

“I’m just…really hungry.” She sighed and Jungkook’s eyes rose slightly. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab some McDonalds... My treat!” She added at the last minute, as if bribery was the only way to get him to say yes.

Olivia held her breath for an answer. She could almost feel the “no” resonating through Jungkook’s blank stare. He always seemed like he had somewhere else to be and was almost always in a rush to leave; their sessions always ending on the dot. So Olivia was sure he would say—

“Sure.”

Olivia sighed in defeat, and then perked up when she realized she had heard him wrong.

“Wait, what?”

“I said sure.” Jungkook simply said as he placed his Math textbook into his backpack. He slung one of the straps onto his right shoulder and looked at her expectantly. “You coming?”

It took Olivia about ten seconds to gather her things and follow Jungkook out of the library; feeling fulfilled at having her mystery tutor finally agree to do more than just teach her about fractions and integers.

“I’m ready, let’s go!” She said as she went towards him, practically bouncing like a puppy. Jungkook merely looked at her then, shook his head slightly before turning and walking ahead.  

Olivia stood there dumbfounded—floored, really.

Was it just me? Or Jungkook actually smiled?

~~~

The trip to McDonalds was short. It was, after all, just a few blocks down from the campus.  But the silence that surrounded them as they walked the streets made it seem like the roads stretched on forever.

I can’t do this, Olivia thought helplessly just as she sidestepped Jungkook and turned to face him. Jungkook stopped, surprised when he was suddenly face to face with her but before he could speak, Olivia began walking backwards.

“So,” She held the straps of her backpack as she continued to walk backwards. “You’ve been in this town for how long?”

Jungkook gave her a worrying look. “Can you not do that?”

“Why?”

“You could trip and fall—“

“Please, I’m a pro at this.” She smirked though Jungkook didn’t look like he believed it one bit. “Anyway, how long?”

When she kept walking, Jungkook sighed and thought it was hopeless. He knew how determined she could be from the way he watched her answer all those problem exercises. The girl would fight to explain her answer even if she was wrong.

Somehow, that made Jungkook smile. He admired that trait of hers: the strength to speak one’s mind.  

“All my life.” He muttered, glancing down slightly to make sure she wasn’t stepping on uneven path.

“Whoa, really? That’s cool. Do you have siblings?”

“A brother.” He answered again and Olivia was thrilled. This was the most she had gotten out of him. She wondered what he had eaten this morning to be this way. She wanted to know so she could buy more of it for him.

“I don’t have a brother or a sister.” She replied while Jungkook merely shrugged.

“Doesn’t really make a difference whether you have one or not.” He muttered and Olivia paused, sensed something dark in his tone.

“Of course it does! It’s…less lonely. I wished I had a sibling. What’s your brother like?”

Jungkook looked away then and sighed heavily. “He… he’s much older than me so we never close. He works in the US as an engineer…” Sadness clouded over Jungkook’s face but it was so brief Olivia wondered if she even saw that right. “I haven’t seen him in years.”

This time, Olivia stopped and looked at him. “So who do you live with?”

Jungkook shrugged, “I live alone.”

Olivia’s eyes turned wide as saucers. “Is that even legal? You’re what? Seventeen?!”

“I’m eighteen.” Jungkook corrected and just like that the discussion ended. Olivia often forgot she started schooling much earlier than most kids, causing her to be a bit younger than her classmates.

“Oh okay well then—whoa!” Just like Jungkook had predicted, Olivia actually tripped on uneven path. She prepared for impact but it never came, for Jungkook was already reaching out and pulling her towards him. She stumbled forward, right onto his chest and the impact knocked the breath out of her.

She looked up and their eyes met. And for the first time, Olivia felt her lungs stopped functioning.

Jungkook’s eyes weren’t black as his soul as what most of her classmates believed (the boy wore so much black they assumed he was part of some cult).

They were warm brown; like dirt against your bare feet as you run across a field…

Hand in hand, wearing a flimsy white dress, she looked up with a smile and just as she had expected, he was already looking down at her—his eyes reflecting pure love and adoration.

His eyes…

Wait, what?

Olivia blinked and backed away so fast it’s almost like she had just been electrocuted. She was terrified by her thoughts, unsure where they had come from.

“You okay?” Jungkook asked, looking slightly worried by her shaken form.

Olivia looked at him and saw the boy who has been tutoring her Math for weeks now; seeing nothing different and yet…

He felt like a whole different person.

“Fine.” She smiled tightly and shook her head when Jungkook gave her a doubtful look. “I’m fine, just… thought of something. Wow I must really be starving!” She joked as to lessen the awkwardness before turning away and walking ahead.

Olivia was unable to look him in the eyes after that.

~~~

A few more weeks passed and Jungkook felt something turn like a switch with regards to his relationship with Olivia.

Olivia made him forget. She made him forget that he was alone; that he had this weird ability of seeing the exact time of a person’s death.

He often found himself watching her; memorizing her smile and even the way she would scrunch her nose in distaste whenever she was faced with a difficult Math problem. Jungkook liked the way she laughed—even if she snorted sometimes. It was supposed to be funny but Jungkook only found it endearing.

Jungkook liked her determination and couldn’t help but feel proud whenever she passed a test; when she turned back to look at him in the classroom, waving her test paper with the B- written in red ink at the top right corner of the page.

It wasn’t just the fact that he couldn’t see her numbers at all; a mystery he’d rather not crack and hoped wouldn’t dare change. But Olivia had somehow made him feel like he could finally breathe—like he could finally see the light after hiding under hoodies and looking away from people’s faces.

With Olivia he could see. With Olivia, he could stare for as long as he wanted without feeling afraid—without feeling the weight of guilt whenever he was faced with the numbers hovering over people’s heads.

With Olivia, he could be normal.

And he might be naïve, his feelings unbounded by experience or valid reason. He may be like a moth drawn to a flame, unashamedly following the light he has been deprived of for so long…

But Jungkook has never felt so alive. And as crazy as it sounds, he couldn’t deny that he was already falling in love with her.

~~~

Trips to McDonald’s became some sort of a ritual even long after the tutoring sessions ceased. Olivia had found a friend in Jungkook and he in her; a pairing the whole school was frazzled by.

The two of them would often meet at the library still, be it to study together or to talk about books they’ve read or movies they’ve watched. Jungkook was a big fan of anime while Olivia was an avid reader of Manga. They seemed to get along with the things they liked and it was a big factor in making their relationship grow…

“Math was horrible.”

Jungkook chuckled as he looked up from his sketchpad, watching Olivia slam her book down on the table before taking her seat right across from him. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Hey didn’t you get a B in the previous test?”

“Yeah, because of you.” She pointed out and Jungkook blushed. “Just because I’m barely alright in Math now doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

Jungkook smiled, showing his bunny teeth which made Olivia smile wider. She liked it when he smiled like that—too happy and cute for his own good.

At the thought she suddenly felt shy, knowing she would be lying if she said she wasn’t crushing on their resident mystery boy. Big time.

But she knew she had to hold herself back. It took a while to get Jungkook to talk to her. and surely hasn’t been easy breaking into his walls. She wasn’t sure how the boy would take it if she confessed that she liked him like that. She might just find herself rejected and shut out again, and the thought terrified her.

Though Olivia allowed herself to dream; often wondering what it would be like to simply hold his hand.

Little did he know that Jungkook thought the same way.

“What are you doing anyway? It’s Friday, no home work!” Olivia reached out to grab the sketchpad and Jungkook was mildly distracted by her smile that he actually let her.

Big mistake.

“No—wait!”

But it was already too late.

Olivia knew Jungkook could draw but what she saw on the paper, drawn in charcoal, was beyond what she would call great. She blushed a bright pink upon the realization of what it was he had drawn.

“Liv, I can explain—“ Jungkook stuttered.

Olivia couldn’t believe it; for staring right back at her was a sketch of her eyes, perfectly capturing every single detail it felt like she was looking through a mirror.

“It’s…really good.” She swallowed before returning it to him. Jungkook sighed and took it back, closing the sketchbook shut before she could see anything else he had drawn. Specifically the one’s inspired by her.

“I…” Jungkook’s ears were turning red and Olivia could see him retreating and building up those walls she had worked so hard to bring down.

So before he could hide, she said, “Hey, it’s really good. You really captured my eyes.”

Jungkook relaxed slightly at her words but shook his head. “No… I could never get your eyes right.”

“Oh??” Olivia tilted her head to the side, eyes questioning.

“They’re too deep…too…” Beautiful, Jungkook wanted to say but shut his mouth instead, not wanting to make things more awkward or sound like a complete creep.

“Well they look pretty good to me.” Olivia shrugged before standing up.

“That’s cause you are pretty.” Jungkook muttered shyly; eyes locked on his sketchpad on the table.

Olivia felt her heart skip a beat at his words. Literally. “W—what?”

It took a few seconds before Jungkook replied, looking up at her with a gaze so determined that she couldn’t seem to look away.

“I said you’re pretty.” He said. “And you’re smart and funny… and I just—!“ he huffed and Olivia was stunned by his outburst. “I’m sorry! I just had to tell you that I think you’re pretty great.”

Olivia stared at him, seeing the determined glint in his eyes which was a sharp contrast to his blushing face.

“Oh god you think I’m a creep.” Jungkook said with a grimace. “I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. It’s stupid. Just—mmm!” Jungkook stopped when something warm engulfed his lips and it took a split second for him to realize that Olivia had leant over the desk and kissed him.

It was just a peck but enough to make Jungkook’s insides tingle. The kiss was everything he expected it to be: warm and soft. And she smelled so good Jungkook felt himself dizzy.

Too bad it was only short and when Olivia leant back, Jungkook found himself leaning close, chasing after her lips once more.

“I think you’re pretty great too.” She whispered and Jungkook felt like he was walking on clouds.

“Yeah?” He asked teasingly as his lips ghosted over her lips once more.

“We’re in the library…” Olivia warned, but didn’t move to hold herself back.

“Do I look like I give a fu—“ Olivia kissed him before he could finish his sentence and Jungkook was quick to respond by snaking his hand to her neck, deepening the kiss.

It was, hands down, the best night of his life.

~~~

Jungkook walked Olivia to the bus stop that night, their hands intertwined with silly grins plastered on their faces.

“Are you going home?” She asked and Jungkook glanced at her with a slight smirk.

“Is that an invitation?” He teased, earning a jab to his rib. He chuckled as he squeezed her hand once; still unbelieving he was actually holding it. “Yeah. Home sound like a good idea.”

“See you tomorrow?” She grinned at him as they reached the bus stop. Instead of answering her, Jungkook pulled her in for another lingering kiss. Olivia smiled into it, wondering that for someone who didn’t like making friends and spends most of his time alone, Jungkook was a hell of a kisser.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes.” She mumbled, dazed from the kiss. The bus arrived just in time and she was slightly disappointed at that. Jungkook saw through it and chuckled then leant close to kiss her on the nose.

“Bye.” He said as he nudged her towards the bus.

‘Bye.” Olivia said as she waved goodbye before finally boarding the bus.

It was almost cruel the way the world works when she climbed up the steps and looked back at him, smiling and giving him one last wave.

Their gazes locked for a brief moment.

Jungkook moved to wave back when something caught his eyes. The smile faltered from his lips and his hand that was supposed to wave back lay limp on his side, unable to move.

The bus doors closed before Olivia could notice the change in Jungkook’s expression. The vehicle began to move, leaving Jungkook in the dark street as dread spread across his chest, like an ice brinicle had touched him. Smoke puffed out of his mouth as he gasped; knees buckling and breathing turning shallow.

He looked at the street, eyes shaking with unshed tears as he watched the bus disappearing from view; getting smaller…and smaller until it was nowhere in sight.

But Jungkook couldn’t forget…

He saw it.

He saw Olivia’s numbers.

To be continued.

Lol another plot twist I know. haha What do you guys think will happen? Let me know! Hope you enjoyed the update!

- Kaye Allen