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Sweet Saccharine; pt.4
Reader x Jungkook // sugardaddy!AU // 14.5k words
Summary: Trying your best to stay afloat in a ruthless city, you decide to join the sugar bowl. Who knew the sugar baby business would be this exciting?
Genre: Fluff?
A/N: here we are! a year later lmaooo but !!! better late than never amirite? sigh sorry for the wait ): i should really get into the habit of pre-writing my fics. anyway, i hope you guys like it! tis the reveal of the hooded man hehe. also never drink and drive pleaseee.
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 *tumblr still hasn’t fixed the link thing, sorry!*
Previously...
His plan was really beginning to fall into place and it was all because of… you. Oh little Y/N has come so so far, he smiles but you still had a long way to go, still so much to do but it was only a matter of time before he would stand from afar and watch everything crumble around the Jeons, your very existence the sole thing he needed to kick-start complete chaos.
“Why?” You groan. “Why would you let me do something as stupid as that?”
“Listen, I tried to stop you but—”
“You didn’t try hard enough,” You grumble, head in your hands.
“If it’s any consolation, he didn’t seem too bothered by it.”
“This is your fault,” You huff. “I told you I didn’t want to go drinking but you insisted that I—”
“Oh, don’t you dare blame this on me.” Wendy wags her finger at you. “I said we should go drinking, yes, but it’s not my fault you decided to drink up half the bar.”
You let out a whine, letting your head thud against the table as you grumble to yourself.
“Anyway so, for your sake I pretended like the logistics conference bullshit story the two of you fed me last night was the truth, but come on, tell me… how’d you meet him?” She questions, prodding at your cheek.
“Well, a uhh, a c-conference.”
“Honestly Y/N, you expect me to believe that?”
“Okay, fine,” You sigh, shrinking away as she gives you a pointed look. “It wasn’t a logistics conference, but it was a conference…”
“Oh, don’t tell me it was comic-con or someth—”
“Hey, comic-con is cool,” You frown. “And so what if that’s where we met?”
She simply rolls her eyes at that before she squints at you, the gears turning in her head, a moment of realization dawning on her.
“No, no that’s not where you met him,” She murmurs. “You were busy during comic-con… you wouldn’t stop bitching about how you were going to miss it.”
“N-no, I went! I uhh took a day off and I—”
“Don’t lie to me. You’d be the last person to get a day off work,” She snips, eyebrows furrowed. “When did you meet him? Why wouldn’t you tell me you know him? Did our days of dreaming of running into him on the street mean nothing to you?”
You laugh at that, shaking your head at her.
“It’s complicated… he’s a secretive person,” You mumble. “Anyway, it hasn’t been too long okay... Maybe 2 or 3 months max. You know I can never hide anything from you for too long anyway.”
Wendy taps her fingers on the table, doing the math in her head. 2 or 3 months meant that it was right in the timeframe of— no way.
“No,” She gasps. “No… don’t tell me you met him at my conference!” She practically screams out the sentence, causing everyone to look at your table.
“N-no, no that’s not where we met!” You lie before you put your index finger to your lips, trying to get Wendy to calm down.
“My god, that’s why you’ve been avoiding all the texts where I try to set you up with potential sugar daddies! You—”
“Not so loud!” You scold before you look around, hoping no one in the café had caught that.
“Okay, so he’s your sugar— fructose father,” She corrects when you smack her hand. “And you didn’t think to tell—”
“Fructose father… honestly Wendy?”
“What? Okay, glucose guardian… or carbohydrate caretaker! Take your pick,” She smiles.
“The term isn’t the problem!” You grumble, burying your head in your hands. “Look can we just drop this?”
“Absolutely not,” She replies. “You bagged the literal whale shark of the industry… y-you’re set for life!”
“Whale sha—?” You shake your head at your friend before you clear your throat. “Listen, you can’t tell anyone… and I mean it okay? I don’t want you to say yes to me and then text your whole friend list seconds after I leave.”
“You have such little faith in me,” She fake sobs, sniffling as she wipes away imaginary tears. “You know anyway, no one would even believe me if I told them. He doesn’t seem like the type of person who would need a sugar baby.”
You nod at that, sipping at your drink, hoping that she would move on to another topic, but you know Wendy and she would milk you off every single drop of information before she leaves you be.
“So, you’re really not going to let me have any details?” She questions as you busy yourself with stirring your drink. “Oh come on! Tell me one thing. At least tell me he’s bad in bed. He can’t have good looks, money and be good in bed. That would be unfair.”
“Seriously? That’s what you want to know?” You snort, shaking your head. “Anyway, I can’t say because we haven’t really… done t-that,” You stammer. “We’re just in a uhh platonic… thing.”
“Please,” She snorts. “I saw you and him getting all handsy last night. Don’t lie.”
“We… we were? Oh my god. How handsy?” You query, worried. “H-he won’t fire me… will he?”
“Not with the way he was looking at you he won’t.”
“Wendy, I’m serious,” You wail, groaning inwardly. “We’re supposed to be just friends, okay?”
“And how are you doing with that? You’ve loved him ever since I’ve known you.”
“That’s not true,” You mumble, looking away. “I was uhh, enamoured by him, yes, but… that’s like you know, my daydream version of him. That’s not him, him. I can separate fact from fiction, okay?”
“Okay, sure,” She smirks. “Just saying, he looks better in person.”
“I know,” You hum, smiling.
Perhaps you like the fact that you can finally tell someone about your whole Jungkook situation… even if technically you’re not supposed to. The whole thing just seemed so crazy to you and being able to tell Wendy about the whirlwind of events that had taken place, feels… nice. The girl could coax anything out of you and as much as you hated to admit it, you loved talking to her about anything and everything. You trusted her with your whole heart and she just always understood you, always laughed at your jokes, no matter how bad they were which you thoroughly appreciated.
You tell her about him from start to end. You tell her about all the places you’ve brought him to, all the trouble you’ve almost gotten him in to and she laughs because whatever friendship or relationship you had with him, it sounded so entirely you. You have a penchant for danger, that Wendy is well aware of considering that she had been subjected to the many adventures you’d taken her on during college.
As you tell story after story, Wendy only grows more worried because you had that look, that smile and it’s one she rarely sees. She’s glad you’re happy, in fact she’d wish for nothing more, but the sugar business has always been misleading like that. One day you think the man you’re with has genuine feelings for you and the next, they drop a big fat cheque in your mailbox with a short letter saying this was fun, but we’re done. Sugar babies like you and her are in abundance thus, essentially, replaceable, expendable. It hurts, having to burst your bubble but if not her then who?
“He’s Jeon Jungkook,” Wendy says as a response to your story, her voice stern and you know what that means but… you wanted her to know that he was more than just his name.
“I know he’s Jeon Jungkook and all of that but, he’s really sweet too… nothing like how they paint him in the media.”
“Careful,” Wendy hums. “You have to remember your place.”
“I know my place,” You snap, before you let out a sigh.
“You know I’m not trying to be mean, right?” Wendy pouts. “It just looks like you sort of… actually like like him even if you’ve been trying to convince me otherwise.”
“Okay, maybe I do… a little… but it’s under control,” You frown, letting your finger idly draw patterns on the table.
“I trust you,” She smiles. “I just thought a reminder wouldn’t hurt. I know I’ve appreciated it every time you gave me one.”
You simply smile at her and nod, a soft thanks leaving your lips to which she crunches her nose at. Wendy always means well, has always been there to look out for you. She protects you with the ferocity of a mother and you’ve never been anything short of grateful for her. Well, except for when she convinces you that a night at the bar is a good idea… you’re not so grateful for her then but otherwise, you are. You know what she means about remembering your place and as much as you hate to admit it, you needed the reminder. Though Jungkook has been nothing but kind and sweet to you, you know that all of this is merely a contractual agreement. Sure, you let yourself get carried away once in a while but you guess you’re allowed to have some fun too. At the end of the day though, you must remember that you and him come from essentially separate worlds and no matter how enticing the idea of you and him being anything more than friends seems, it’s something that can never be.
As you stand outside the café, giving Wendy one last hug before the two of you part ways, you sigh when she reminds you that you should probably call Jungkook soon.
“You better thank him for carrying you up to your apartment too,” She laughs, remembering how mortified you looked when she had told you that it couldn’t possibly be her that got you up to your apartment last night considering that she wasn’t in the car.
“I’m a mess,” You sigh as you rest your forehead on her shoulder.
“It’s going to be fine,” She smiles. “He isn’t going to fire you.”
“How do you know that?”
“I just do,” She winks before she pulls away, waving to you as she walks down the pavement.
You’re not sure what she means by that and although you think the statement had meant to comfort you, ease the nervousness that you feel, it doesn’t. You grumble to yourself as you walk towards your apartment, the sun already beginning to set in the horizon. It’s no surprise to you. Put you and Wendy in the same place and the two of you could talk for hours on end. It’s a wonder how you got any work done in college when the both of you had shared an apartment.
It’s a long walk home and all you do is think of what you’re meant to say. You’re not sure how to start. You had a host of things to apologize for. First, you had to apologize for even calling him down to the bar, then apologize for the fact that he had to drop both you and Wendy home. Oh, and you had to apologize for being handsy too. God, you can’t believe you did that. Wendy said you did it all. That you had slapped his chest teasingly when you were trying to get him to buy shots, that you had cupped his face in your hands when he said no. She said you even placed your hands on his waist… ugh, why did you do that? You’re never touching alcohol again, is what you mumble to yourself over and over again. You can’t believe he even had to carry you up to your apartment. A fool, that’s what you are. You grumble continuously to yourself, garnering weird looks from passing strangers, but you’re too deep in thought to notice any of that. Mortified. You’re mortified at how drunk you has managed to destroy the one good thing you had going for you.
The same thoughts replay over and over again in your head, even after you’ve slipped into the tiny restaurant by the street to grab a hot bowl of noodles. You would think that the food would at least distract you but oh no, not even food can fix this one.
You’re sat in your apartment, phone in your hand, stomach queasy and as much as you would like to blame it on the dinner you just had, you know it has nothing to do with it. You’ve called Jungkook and hung up before the dial tone starts at least 5 times now. You know you have to do it, that there is no avoiding it, but you’re just so nervous. You’re rambling to yourself, playing out the planned conversation in detail when you hear muffled sounds coming from your phone. You look down at your screen, eyes widening before you curse when you realize that you had accidentally called him. Begrudgingly, you press your phone to your ear, groaning inwardly when you hear his voice.
“Hello? Y/N? Say someth—”
“Hi.”
“Hey,” He answers, voice sounding smooth, happy… not mad or uncomfortable. Odd. “Thought you butt dialed me or something,” He laughs.
“Well, yes, sort of but no I mean… I, yeah I don’t know.”
You shut your eyes, warmth flooding your cheeks because you sound like a babbling idiot right now.
“Uhh, right… Well, are you free right now? Because I’m actually a few minutes away from the bridge and I was thinking I could come pick you up for some donuts.”
“Huh? Oh, s-sure.”
“Great, I’ll see you in a few!”
He must’ve been lying because he reaches your house far too soon or perhaps you hadn’t realized you had spent all those minutes playing out 15 different conversations in your head.
For the most part, the car ride isn’t awkward but that’s only because you weren’t given a chance to speak. Someone had called him on his phone, moments after you had said hi to him and the conversation lasted all the way till you reached the destination. He gestures for you to go ahead of him when he parks his car near the usual hangout spot. In all honesty, you’re glad whoever it is that called him had decided to discuss business matters at such an odd hour. If he didn’t, who knows what would have transpired in the car. You can’t run away forever though because now you’re here, seated on the bench next to Jungkook with twice the usual number of donuts in your hand.
“I guess you’re really in the mood for donuts tonight huh?” Jungkook laughs, peering into the brown paper bag that holds his favourite snack. You only nod, still trying to arrange your thoughts.
“How’s that hangover you’re nursing? Did you sleep well?” He questions, nonchalant as he munches on his donut.
“It’s uh, alright and y-yes I did…” You mumble, eyes downcast as your fingers tug at your earlobe nervously.
“Hey, it’s nothing to be shy about. We all have nights like that,” He smiles, using the back of his hand to wipe off the powdered sugar on his lips.
There’s an uncomfortable silence that hangs in the air and it makes Jungkook feel like he’s done something wrong. His mind starts working at a hundred miles per minute. Does being around him make you feel uncomfortable now? Was it the cuddling that had put you off? Well… you couldn’t really blame him for that. You were the one that had wrapped yourself around him first. Granted, he knew you were drunk. Damn it. He’s a dick, he frowns. He didn’t really mean to take advantage of the situation like that but he couldn’t help that it felt… nice to be in your arms. I-If you hadn’t put your arms around him, he would’ve let you be. See, he’s a good guy. He had nothing to worry about, he hums. But then again, he did kiss you on the cheek... multiple times. Ah, this was starting to look bad. He wants you to know he meant it in the most innocent way possible. You just looked adorable in your sleep and… and and there’s just all of these feelings he has that he’s still trying to properly map out but at the time it just seemed like a good idea. His lips are parted, an apology just at the tip of his tongue, but you’re speaking before he can get anything out.
“I’m— it’s… umm… I’m sorry I called you yesterday. I-I shouldn’t have and I caused you all of that trouble and I just—” You hesitate, forcing yourself to look at him, eyebrows knit together. “Please don’t fire me. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
“Fire you? Why would I— I’m not going to fire you,” He laughs. “Where did you get that idea?”
“I mean wasn’t what I did yesterday sort of a breach of the contract? You wanted all of this to be on the down low but then I called, and I basically forced you to come down to the bar and—”
“You didn’t force me to do anything.”
“I know but it was… unprofessional of me to do what I did and you had to carry me up to my apartment too,” You frown, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “N-Not that I actually remember that… Wendy had to refresh my memory because the last thing I honestly remember is seeing you walk into the bar and even that part is foggy at best. Ugh, I’m so sorry. This… this rarely happens and I’m just… I’m so sorry.”
You don’t remember anything… He’s in the clear for now, he guesses.
“Y/N, relax,” He tips your chin up so you’d look at him, offering you a soft smile. “What are friends for if they don’t drive halfway across town to pick you up drunk from a bar? You’d do the same for me, wouldn’t you?”
“I doubt you would want your posse to see me,” You laugh. “But, if I had a car, yes, I would.”
Jungkook frowns at your first statement. Why would you think that at all? He knows he makes it seem like he doesn’t want to be seen with you in public sometimes but that’s not really what it’s like. He didn’t know how to say it but more than anything, he’s concerned for your safety. He could handle the rumours, handle the press and well, even his mother’s wrath but you on the other hand, it would be cruel to subject you to all of that. He means to say all of that to you but when he peers over at you, you have this expression that mimics fear because—
“Oh y-you’re frowning… was that a test?” You ask, gulping. “Was I supposed to say no because then no I wouldn’t—"
“No, no,” He snorts, waving his hands. “No, it wasn’t a test. It’s— Look, it’s all good. You shouldn’t even have to apologize about yesterday.”
“Okay… but I’m still sorry,” You mumble, pouting as you tap your feet at the ground at an uneven rhythm.
He sighs, shaking his head at you as he grins. Why and how are you so adorable all the damn time?
“You know you and I should go out for drinks sometime,” He smiles. “You should show me how you guys live it up here in the South. Seems to be a lot more fun than the North judging by the state you were in yesterday.”
“Even after what you saw yesterday you actually still want to go out drinking with me? Are you a masochist?” You laugh.
“I happen to think you’re quite fun when you’re drunk. Slurring and babbling,” He hums. “Plus you talk with this perpetual pout because you think it’ll get you whatever you want.”
“I don’t do that,” You grumble.
“You do.”
“Do not.”
“Well, I’ll record it for you when we go drinking.”
“Fine.”
It’s an opportunity that never presents itself because it’s been a week since he’s last seen you. You say you’re busy with work and he understands that because you work two jobs after all. Jungkook’s not really the clingy type but he… misses you. He wonders if perhaps you were lying, that maybe you do remember the events of that night. Maybe more than that, Jungkook just wants to clear the air because his guilty conscience is eating him alive. Although nothing he did was technically bad as per se but… he still feels it was out of line.
Perhaps he just needed to rip the band-aid off, just tell you that maybe he sort of kind of likes you and see where things could go? No. What if that freaks you out? He likes your company too much to risk you breaking off the contract but then again… he knows you wouldn’t do that. You needed the money, bad. But… he doesn’t want you to feel forced into staying friends with him. He hates how his mind always goes off on a tangent of its own, making mountains out of molehills. Maybe he just needed to see you to reassure himself that he was just making everything up in his head and that’s why he stops by the convenience store you work at, knowing that you have tonight’s shift. When he steps in however, he sees a young male working at the counter and at that he simply snorts.
Your phone dings and you grumble from your spot on the couch. Swiping at the message on your screen.
[9:31] Jungkook: busy working you say
[9:31] Jungkook: but you’re not at work???
[9:31] Jungkook: [image sent]
Crap. You groan when you see the image. It’s a picture of the convenience store counter, the worker at the register looking a little confused.
[9:33] You: …
[9:33] You: omg are you stalking me?
Oh damn… Jungkook just realizes how creepy this actually seems. He didn’t really think this through, he mumbles to himself as he slurps the instant ramen he just got for himself.
[9:33] Jungkook: wait what? no!
[9:33] Jungkook: I was just in the area
[9:33] You: hmm suspicious but ok sure
[9:33] You: anyway sigh fine you got me
[9:33] You: im not at work because im sick
He frowns at that, wondering why you would lie and say you were busy instead.
[9:34] Jungkook: so that’s why we haven’t been hanging out?
[9:34] Jungkook: lol why didn’t you just say so
[9:34] Jungkook: how bad is it
[9:34] Jungkook: did you go see the doctor?
[9:34] You: ah yeah it’s just the flu
Jungkook hums at that, finishing the remainder of his meal before pocketing his phone to move towards the hot food section of the store to get a bowl of warm soup to go.
The pain in your abdomen hasn’t subsided and your body feels like it’s on fire. You haven’t been able to keep anything down at all today and you wonder if it’s the funky tasting egg sandwich you had for lunch two days ago that’s making you feel like this. You’d go to work if you could… you really can’t afford to take the day off, but you can hardly move. You’ve made your couch your bed for the past two days because from this spot you can crawl to the front door to open it when your food gets delivered. Speaking of, the delivery boy should have been here at least half an hour ago, but you don’t mind, you’re not that hungry anyway. Though you don’t really feel like eating, you know you should. You wonder what the point is though. You’ve barely digested it before you find yourself hugging the toilet bowl, retching out the contents of your stomach.
*Ding Dong*
“Coming,” You answer weakly, crawling to your door. You can’t stand, not for too long anyway because it feels like you’re being stabbed in your abdomen repeatedly.
You get to the entrance, pulling yourself up by the door knob. Your hand feebly reaches into your pocket for money as you open the door, not even bothering to check who’s on the other side of it.
“Y/N,” Jungkook smiles. “I come bearing gifts!”
“J-Jungkook, what—”
You don’t even get to finish your sentence, he’s already stepping in your apartment, rushing you to the couch.
“Just rest,” He mumbles. “I was close by so I thought I should bring you some soup.”
“You didn’t really have to,” You murmur, watching him set the plastic bag down on your coffee table.
“Well, what are friends for if— Y/N?”
You’re running to the washroom, throwing the door open before squatting by the toilet bowl as you heave out water and bile, having already thrown up your lunch much earlier in the day.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook questions, rushing to pat your back.
You nod, breathing heavily as your hold your abdomen in pain. Curse the stupid egg sandwich. You’re never eating one again.
“You said you had the flu,” Jungkook grumbles. “This isn’t the flu.”
“It is. It’s the stomach flu.”
He rolls his eyes at that and you scowl.
“It’s real, okay? It’s a thing.”
“Did you even go to the doctor’s?”
You mumble something under your breath, flushing the toilet before you move away from him to crawl back to the couch.
“Well, did you?” He questions again as he tries to pick you up, but you push his hands away, getting onto the couch on your own.
“No.”
“Why not?”
You refuse to give him an answer, trying to reach for the soup instead.
“We’re going right now,” He says, moving to pack up the food on the table.
“You’re overreacting,” You sigh. “It’s not as bad as it looks, okay? It’ll go away in a few days.”
“You can barely stand, you’re vomiting and you have a fever,” He mumbles, touching your forehead. “It’s bad and we should get you to a doctor.”
“No.”
“Why not? Are you afraid of doctors? I’ll be there—”
“No.”
“Stop being stubborn,” He frowns.
“I can’t go,” You sigh.
“Can’t or won’t?”
“I-I don’t have insurance,” You mumble.
“You have me,” Jungkook says matter-of-factly. “You don’t need insurance.”
“Jungkook,” You sigh, shaking your head. “No.”
You hate being indebted to someone and especially so to Jungkook. You already had your whole drunken fiasco last week and you can’t let him do this for you. You’re probably the worst sugar baby in the business, you sigh.
“We’re going,” Is all he says as he picks you up, empty plastic bag hanging off his hand.
“No, please,” You beg, attempting to get out of his hold but you’re too weak to fight. You try to squirm, but Jungkook holds you tight, hands secure under your knees and back as he presses at the button in the elevator. God, you’re a mess, you sigh.
Sat in the front seat of his car, Jungkook curses as he looks up directions on his phone.
“Seriously? The closest hospital is in the North?” He questions. “Why isn’t there one in the South?”
“Ask the mayor,” You huff. “He said the South doesn’t need one.”
“Incredulous.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Hold this,” He places the empty plastic bag in your lap before his hand squeezes yours. “I’ll get you there, okay?”
“Okay,” you nod, fiddling with the bag. You’ve never seen Jungkook look so worried and you hate that you’re the reason why. It’s why you had lied to him in the first place because you knew he would do this. You start doing mental math in your head, wondering how long it would take to pay him off. You don’t even know what the ballpark figure is because going to the doctor has always been out of the question for you. It shouldn’t be too much, you hum. Except… it is.
Appendicitis. That’s what they say you have. You’re going to need surgery they say, and you freeze.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes ma’am. There is no alternative.”
“What if I don’t get the appendectomy done?”
“Well, then your appendix might rupture, and septicaemia might occur. Your body could go into septic shock and in the worst-case scenario, death may occur.”
“Oh… How much will it cost again?”
“About thirty-thousand dol—”
“Thirty thous— oh my god. Wait, can you give me a few minutes to think about it?”
“Y/N, this is ridiculous!” Jungkook scolds. “Just get the surgery.”
“I don’t have insurance,” You hiss.
You watch as the faces of the doctor and nurses pale. One of them scans your admission form and frowns at the address written on it, instantly recognizing your postcode.
“Perhaps you would like to transfer to a different hospital then? North Court Hospital just a few minutes from here is a hospital that suits your… kind better.”
It’s not really a question, the way the nurse had said it. It was more like a statement and at that you nod meekly.
“Y-yeah, I think we’ll do tha—”
“It’s illegal for a hospital to refuse treatment to their patients,” Jungkook glowers. “How dare you—”
“The law does not apply to southerners.”
“Jungkook,” You mumble, moving to climb out of the bed. “Let’s not make this a bigger deal than it—”
“This is insane. You know there’s a possibility of death if you don’t treat her and you’re refusing to do so because of where she’s from?” Jungkook growls, fists clenched. “What kind of doctor are you?”
The doctor snorts, shaking his head.
“Listen here, scum. I’d watch that tone if I were you,” He cautions. “All you Southies with your fucking attitude. The fact that any of you think you even deserve our time at all is simply nauseating.”
Jungkook has his fists clenched, his jaw taut and you panic, not wanting to cause any more of a scene than this whole debacle already has.
“No, you listen here, asshole,” Jungkook warns and you tug at his arm to get him to stop but he ignores you. “I’ll be paying for the surgery in full right after it’s over so don’t worry about that. Heck, you can have my credit card right now,” He snaps, digging his card out of his wallet to show it.
Jungkook pulling out his sleek, matte black credit card is almost like something out of a movie and you have to stifle a laugh at the sight. When the nurse reaches out to inspect it, you watch as his face crumples in fear after seeing the name printed on it. One by one, instant regret sweeps across each of their faces and it’s a sight to behold, one you don’t think you’ll ever forget.
“Ah, Mr. Jeon… i-it seems like there has been a uhh misunderstanding,” The doctor mumbles before clearing his throat. “We will attend to her right away.”
“Good,” He hums.
“We will be back to prepare you for the surgery in a second, miss,” One of the nurses addresses you and you nod.
When they leave the room, you laugh despite the pain in your abdomen and Jungkook scowls. You give him three slow claps, shaking your head as if you had seen an Oscar worthy performance.
“That was impressive,” You smile. “Did you see their faces when they saw you pull out your all black limitless card? And then when they saw your name, they looked like they were just about to piss themselves,” You snort, laughing.
“Well, serves them right,” He huffs. “Absolute dickwads.”
“You don’t think the doctor will ‘accidentally’ mess up the surgery and kill me on the table as revenge, do you?”
“Don’t joke like that,” Jungkook frowns and you simply laugh.
“Hey, Jungkook,” You mumble. “I know you got all pissed because of what he was saying to you and in the heat of the moment you said you would pay but… it’s thirty thousand dollars and if you uhh regret what you said—”
“Y/N, you’re getting the surgery. That’s final.”
“O-okay… but I’ll pay you back! By instalments…” You mumble. “It’ll take a while, but I promise—”
“You remember our deal, right? I’m supposed to pay for everything when we’re together.”
“Yes, but that’s different. That’s only when we’re out having a meal or whatever.”
“No, I never stipulated that in the contract.”
“Well, it doesn’t have to be stipulated. It’s common sense,” You sigh. “Jungkook, it’s thirty thousand dollars. It’s not chump change.”
Jungkook sighs fiddling with his phone for a second before he shows you his screen, the PDF of the contract pulled up with one sentence highlighted.
All expenses will be paid for by Jeon Jungkook when both parties are present during an arranged meet-up.
“Yes, exactly my point! It has to be an arranged meet-up!”
“It is an arranged meet-up,” He smiles. “I said we’re going to the doctor’s and you said yes.”
“I didn’t say yes.”
“You did,” He exhales. “In the car I said, I’ll get you there okay? and you said, okay which is the equivalent of a yes. Thus, you agreed to this arranged meet-up.”
“Jungkook, this is ridiculous. I’m not going to let you pay.”
“You know, you never listen to me,” He grumbles. “Actually, you breach this very same rule every time you pay for donuts. So, this is payback.”
“The donuts are worth peanuts compared to this! It doesn’t even come close to a quarter of the bill!” You yell.
“Well, you can keep buying me donuts until you reach the equivalent amount then! That’s your installment plan.”
“It’ll take years!”
“It’s either that or nothing at all.”
“Fine,” You frown, and he smiles patting you on the head before he takes a seat on the chair next to your bed. “But just so you know, this is absolutely ridiculous. This isn’t a meet-up. Aren’t the meet-ups supposed to be date-like activities? That’s what your contract says.”
“Yes, this is a meet-up. I’ve always wanted to have a hospital date,” He smiles. “It’s romantic don’t you think?” He grins, holding your hand in his.
“Now you’re just teasing me,” You grumble, pulling your hand out of his as you sulk. Jungkook simply laughs, looking at you with an endearing smile.
While you scowl at him, the nurses shuffle in to prepare you for the surgery and Jungkook is called out to the counter to address issues with the admission form.
“The patient did not list an emergency contact. Do you know anyone she would like to list? Perhaps her parents or siblings?”
“Umm, I’ll ask her in a moment but for now I’ll just list myself as one of the contacts.”
The nurse nods, handing Jungkook a pen to fill up the section of the form. After filling the details, he gazes at the form looking through the information.
First Name: Y/N
Last Name: Lee
Huh, so that’s your last name… You’ve always avoided telling him what it was, always hiding your identity card from him which he’s always found a little suspicious. You had said that the picture you had on your card was horrible and that your last name was embarrassing, that it didn’t suit you and he never understood what that could possibly mean. What was wrong with the name Lee anyway?
“Excuse me,” Jungkook mumbles, addressing the nurse behind the counter. “Is Lee her official last name?” He asks.
“Yes, the last name given matches the last name on the identity card database,” The nurse answers. “Is there a problem?”
“No, no,” He shakes his head. “I’m just double checking,” He mumbles before he says his thanks and returns to the room.
When Jungkook slips into the room, you’re nodding at the nurses while they tell you that they will be back shortly. As he steps closer to you, he realizes you look visibly shaken and he begins to worry.
“What’s wrong? Did they hurt you? Did they do something to you?”
“No, it’s not that, it’s—”
“Oh, is it the drip?” He says after noticing the tube connected to you. “This is just the way they administer the anaesthesia.”
“No, I mean this is fine, b-but they did something alright.”
“What?”
“Th-they shaved me,” You mumble.
“Shaved you?”
“Shaved my pubes,” You whisper. “Do you think they did it just to make me uncomfortable?”
“What? No,” He laughs. “It’s just standard practice I guess because the incision point is close to the area.”
“Oh, okay,” You murmur. “I’ve never had to do this before okay? I’ve never been to a hospital, I’ve never seen a real doctor. I’m just a little… nervous.”
“Hey, I’m right here,” Jungkook smiles. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“You’re here,” You nod, repeating after him and Jungkook finds it oddly adorable.
“Oh, um by the way the nurse asked about your emergency contact section. Do you want to put anyone on there?”
“No…”
“You sure? Maybe you could put your mum’s details down. Just in case anything happens.”
“No, I uhh don’t want to trouble her.”
“Okay, what about your dad?”
It’s a question he asks for selfish reasons. It’s just that you’ve only ever mentioned him in passing... and perhaps that’s because you don’t have very fond memories of him, he assumes.
“No, no no. It’s fine.”
“Alright… you sure? You don’t want anyone on there? Not even Wendy?”
“I mean… it’s a relatively safe procedure, right? Nothing’s going to happen so just leave it blank. I don’t want to trouble anyone.”
“Well, yeah, but every surgery comes with a risk… even if it’s a small one. Anyway, it’s fine. I put my name down,” He smiles. “I’ll be here though so it doesn’t really matter,” He laughs, sinking down onto the chair.
“No, you should go. It’s late and you have to work tomorrow.”
“It’s fine. It’ll be quick anyway… Plus I did say I would pay right after the surgery.”
“I’m sure they won’t mind you paying tomorrow since you’re the Jeon Jungkook after all,” You snort. “Why didn’t you use that line? The ‘do you even know who I am?’ line. It was the perfect chance!”
“I hate that line,” He scrunches his nose. “I don’t really like flaunting my name and well… the power that comes with it, but they were being really shitty.”
“You know I always assumed you had celebrity status in the North. That people would instantly recognise you and bow at you or whatever.”
“No,” He chuckles. “I’m rarely in the news or magazines. My mother has always made sure of that.”
“I guess that’s nice then that you have that anonymity to a certain extent.”
“Yeah, on a day to day basis I guess but if we’re at some high flung gala or event, they almost always know who I am.”
You nod, feeling a little light-headed.
“This thing’s really getting to me,” You mumble, pointing at the drip bag.
“Yeah? Don’t worry, it just means they’ll be wheeling you in soon enough.”
“I’m actually… a little scared,” You admit. “I-I won’t feel anything, right?”
“Wow, you’re okay with gangs, being held at knife point and all of that but you’re scared of this?”
“Shut up,” You mumble.
You don’t tell him but yes, both doctors and surgeries scare you. Always did ever since you were a kid. It was never really a pretty sight whenever you saw a doctor in your home... and the screaming... you shudder every time you think about it.
“I’m here, you big baby. Don’t worry, it’s going to be fine,” He smiles, holding your hand. You hum at that squeezing his hand in return.
Holding your hand shouldn’t be a big deal. The gesture after all is meant to reassure you that you had nothing to worry about. It’s platonic, with no other meaning tied to it but the only thing Jungkook can think of is how naturally your hand fits in his. Of course, it’s technically all in his head because he wouldn’t be able to pick out your hand in a blindfolded test but… it just felt nice. He looks down to where your hands are linked, cherishing the moment when he sees something on your wrist that piques his interest.
Three small dots.
They form a triangle and— oh, your former gang! The Trinity! Jungkook smiles, patting himself on the back mentally because isn’t he a genius for figuring that one out? It’s odd though… didn’t you say the official insignia for your gang was a triangle? Why would you get only 3 dots and why would you hide it from him? He’s never seen it before, he’s pretty sure, but you did have a habit of rubbing your thumb over that spot from time to time. Well, that and tugging at your earlobes whenever you were nervous. It feels like his mind is playing tricks on him because he’s very sure that the tattoo wasn’t there the last time he saw you. He’s not obsessed with your wrist or anything, but he’s seen you rub at that same spot before, many times over and there was always nothing. It was a nervous tic you had, one he had always meant to ask about. It’s a question he would have to reserve for next time because soon enough the nurses are wheeling you off to the operation room. You simply turn to wave at him, smiling as you said see you later. The anaesthesia surely had gotten to you by then. There wasn’t an ounce of fear on your face.
When you awake, there’s a dull ache in your abdomen area but it’s much better than what you had been feeling just a few hours ago. You peek under your gown to find a dressing pad taped to the area and you sigh, wondering if the scar would be noticeable. Turning to your side, you find the chair empty, but you see a little note on your bedside table with a teddy bear next to it.
Y/N,
I waited a while but it didn’t seem like you were going to wake up anytime soon. The doctor says the surgery went well and that you can leave tomorrow. I have an early meeting to get to, so I’ve gone home to get some shut eye. I’m sorry ): I’ll come pick you up after my meeting though! In the meantime, your new friend which I got at the gift store downstairs can keep you company.
P.S: press his hand for some relaxing tunes
You reach for the teddy bear, pressing the paw that’s painted bright red with the words Press Me! stitched onto it. You click on the paw, waiting to hear something but all you hear is static before a Oh, wait... is this thing on already? Crap. You laugh, shaking your head but then you hear the instrumental playing in the background, and you laugh even harder. Soon enough, the classic melody starts playing and you’re snorting to yourself in your bed. Of course of all songs, he had chosen a meme song.
Shooting Stars is a song you and Jungkook had first heard in Mr. Kang’s donut store. It had been perhaps the fourth visit to the store. You remember the both of you standing in the middle of the store trying to search up the song because it had such a catchy tune. After saving the details of the song on your phone, like the free spirit that you are, you break out into a tiny dance, prompting Mr. Kang to join you from behind the counter and he obliges, laughing as Jungkook recorded all of it. You still have to get him to delete that, you laugh. Anyway, weeks later, you started seeing these hilarious meme videos with the tune playing in the background. Then, while you’re catching up with Jungkook over donuts, he shows you a compilation video of the meme and says: Isn’t this our song??? And so that’s what the song is. Our song, you hum. Of course only you and Jungkook would pick a meme song to be the soundtrack of your friendship.
The nurse must think you’re out of your mind because she’s giving you a look that borders on fear and disgust as she watches you sing along to the song playing from the bear. You debate explaining to her why you’re laughing at a mere song but you decide against it. Though patients are usually advised to stay overnight, she gives you the all clear to leave when you ask. Considering Jungkook has already paid for everything and was no longer in the vicinity, they didn’t have to be nice to you anymore. You’re unbothered though and you say your thanks before you simply slip back into your clothes and grab a cab back to your place.
You see Jungkook later that night and he’s obviously angry at you… that you already know because he called you in the midday after getting to the hospital only to find out that you’ve already left. You had a game plan though. You make him meet you at his favourite noodle store and after a bowl of rich curry noodles, he seems to have calmed down considerably… or perhaps he was just too busy sweating, gulping down his drink in an attempt to quell the fire that the curry had left behind in his mouth. Next, when you get to the donut store, you make sure to buy more of the custard filled donuts than usual but ah, you should’ve known that unlike you, Jungkook can’t be bought with food.
“Why did you go to work today? Why didn’t you just rest?” He questions.
“I-I didn’t go to work…”
“You did. I could hear your walkie-talkie going off in the background when I called you, Y/N.”
“Okay, fine, I did,” You grumble. “I already missed two days of work, okay? I can’t afford to miss any more.”
“I-Is it the money? I already told you I can help, Y/N,” Jungkook sighs. “You have to stop returning the excess money,” He frowns.
Jungkook has been trying to pay you more than he should be and it frustrates you. You only want what he had agreed to pay you. Sometimes, you find that he pays you double, even triple the amount and no matter how tempting it is to take the money… you always return it, hiding it in the glove box, under the seat, stuffing it back into his wallet when he’s in the washroom.
“I don’t want… handouts.”
“Are you really in the position to refuse it though? If you keep working like this, you’re going to—”
“I’ll make it work,” You huff. “I… I don’t want to hear any more about this, okay?”
“Fine,” He huffs. “Just know that all you have to do is ask.”
Jungkook is too nice for his own good. He trusts you far too much. He’s naïve. With the way that he is, he would end up donating his fortune away if he stopped to talk to everyone in the South. Everyone here had what someone would call a sob story. Why did he want to help you so badly, anyway? Didn’t he think it was odd that it was hard for you to make ends meet even with two jobs and the money you get from being his sugar baby?
“By the way,” Jungkook mumbles, softly pulling your hand towards him. He frowns when he looks at your wrist to find it blank. “I swear it was on this one,” He murmurs as he grabs your other hand, twisting it to find nothing there too.
“Oh, you mean my tattoo?”
“Y-yeah. You have one, right? I saw it at the hospital, and I thought I was hallucinating.”
“It’s here,” You smile pointing at your inner right wrist and Jungkook furrows his eyebrows because there’s nothing there. “I use make-up to cover it up.”
“Why?”
“Habit, I guess,” You shrug. “It’s a gang-related thing and you know how it is in the North. I hid it when I was in college because I didn’t want to freak people out… and well, I don’t really have a reason to hide it anymore but it’s just a habit now.”
“But, no one in the North actually knows much about the gangs. I’m sure they would’ve thought it was some minimalist tattoo you decided to get.”
“I guess,” You exhale, sighing. “I was just a little paranoid about it all, I guess. Didn’t want anything that would make me stand out or whatever.”
“Why three dots instead of a triangle though?”
“Hmm?”
“You said The Trinity’s insignia was a triangle.”
“Oh, r-right,” You hum. “Well, I didn’t want a tattoo at all to begin with and I’m a bit of a baby when it comes to needles, so they let me get away with three dots.”
“You have the weirdest fears,” Jungkook laughs. “I mean, they’re valid, but like in comparison to all the things you’ve seen… I just find it weird that you’re afraid of needles but not guns and knives.”
“What can I say? I like being unique,” You smile, thumb rubbing at your inner wrist.
The short well… interrogation that Jungkook had subjected you to has you feeling nervous. It’s over now but you’re surprised by how much he actually remembers. All those stories you told, you had thought he was barely listening, but he remembers all the little details. You shouldn’t be surprised, he’s done it quite a few times, mentioning random facts that you had said in passing and yet, it catches you off guard every time. It’s okay, you mumble. You had it under control. All your stories are in line, you had made sure of that. But, isn’t it time you start letting people in? How long can you go on keeping all these secrets? Those were questions you didn’t want to answer. Your heart is still thudding against your chest, palms slightly sweaty and maybe that’s why you say what you do next.
“You want to get a drink? You said you wanted to know how we live it up in the South.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea? I mean you just got out of surgery… yest— well technically, today.”
“Guess you’ll have to drink for two then,” You smile. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”
You don’t even let him answer as you stuff the last donut in your mouth before you take him by the hand and drag him down the street.
One drink. You said you only wanted one drink and turns out one is all that you need. Wendy wasn’t joking because you really are a light-weight. All it took was one soju bomb and that pout has already appeared. It’s the same one you had on at the bar when you begged him to buy shots. It’s the same one that almost made him cave even when he knew you were way past drunk. It’s just… how could he say no to that? You whine, pout on full display as you beg him to share a scallion pancake with you. He has his phone out to record the whole ordeal and you grumble, pawing at it so that he would put it away. Although he doesn’t give you a verbal yes, you order it anyway because the tipsy version of you seems to be more perceptive than the sober version of you. Tipsy you had Jungkook all figured out it seems. Tipsy you knows that Jungkook can’t really say no to you. He laughs, reaching over to ruffle your hair as you smile up at him.
How Jungkook’s never been here is honestly a wonder but then again is it really? You had walked him through a series of dodgy alleyways only to come to a mysterious door. It was like those speakeasy bars they had in the North but instead of a fake door front, the actual entrance to the bar was just ominous looking for no reason. It wasn’t for the aesthetics; the bar owner just couldn’t be bothered to put in the money to make it look inviting.
After stepping into the bar, the two of you had been greeted by an elder man seemingly unbothered, only giving a simple grunt which Jungkook assumed must’ve been his way of saying welcome. The place was poorly lit, paint was peeling off the walls but you didn’t seem bothered one bit. In fact, you seemed rather excited. The establishment resembled what Jungkook would think a brothel would look like with private rooms separated only by screen doors. Truth be told, he was trembling a little when the staff led both you and him down the dark hallway to your own room. You had laughed at the fear that was present on Jungkook’s features but you had reassured him that the food would change his mind. And that it did. Spicy rice cakes with ramen? A combo he hadn’t tried before but boy was he glad he did. As the food started to fill up the table, so did the drinks. You’d set up these drinks for him, making him slam his fists on the table so that his soju glass, delicately balanced on a pair of chopsticks atop his glass of beer, would fall in. It seemed like you never ran out of these intricate set ups and he was in awe with how the North hadn’t discovered any of this yet. You northerners are too busy being posh that you’ve forgotten how to have fun, you had said, and he had only sneered in response because well, to some extent, that was true.
It had been quite some time since Jungkook had enjoyed the prospect of drinking. It was odd that he was having so much fun when there was only you and him in the room. He was always under the impression that he needed a large group of friends for a night of drinking to be even remotely tolerable but you, you’re a one man show. From the fancy drinks you were making him, to the odd games you make him to play, to your choice of food, he didn’t need anyone but you in the room. You move from one topic to the next with ease and he wonders why nights out with his friends couldn’t be like this. Perhaps when it’s just him, Yoongi and Taehyung having a relaxing night out, it came close to this, but otherwise, there was nothing like it.
You barely need Jungkook’s help to finish the scallion pancake. In fact, the boy only had one piece. The food at this bar is your kryptonite… well, food in general is but it’s been far too long since you’ve been to this place. You and Wendy used to frequent this place so much that you could memorize the posters hanging inside each room. They’re still the same, you note. This bar is timeless, never-changing. Even the menu was exactly the same. You liked that though.
“Wendy and I used to come here to celebrate anything and everything,” You smile. “We haven’t been here for months though.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know… It’s harder to find time for these things when I have to work,” You mumble. “Do you have a place like this? Like your old haunt or whatever it is you posh northerners say.”
“Literally no one says that in the North,” Jungkook snorts, his speech slightly slurred from all the alcohol he’s drank. “But… yeah, I guess. Yoongi, Tae and I hang out at Tae’s place all the time. He has an insane view of the city from his penthouse and there’s this amazing takeout place just across, so we always get food from there.”
“Cute,” You smile. “The three of you are inseparable.”
“Yeah, I guess it’s because— and I know how elitist this is going to sound but, it’s because it’s hard to find people who can understand our plight,” He mumbles, and you let out a quiet laugh which garners a playful scowl from him. “There’s just so much pressure in being you know… us. We’re always being watched, being judged, so it’s nice to have each other because when we’re together, we don’t really have to worry about all of that. We can bitch about whatever we want without worrying that we’re flaunting or whatever.”
“Yeah, I get that. Even if I guess I don’t understand your plight,” You say with air quotes and he simply rolls his eyes at you. “It’s nice to have friends that you grew up with and struggled with. Friends you can always count on.”
He nods at that. “Well I’m sure you had friends like that growing up. None of them moved out here to the big city?”
“Oh, I never stayed in one place long enough to have friends like that,” You laugh. “I have Wendy though. She’s like family to me,” You smile. Although, there are many things that you’ve kept from her too. Perhaps you understand what Jungkook meant to some degree because your plight is one nobody would understand.
“Family. That’s sweet,” He murmurs, resting his head in his palm, arm propped up by his elbow. “So what about me then? What am I to you?” He questions, leaning closer, his cheeks tinged red from the alcohol. Jungkook surely has had a few too many glasses of soju, you snort to yourself.
“Hmm?” He hums again, prompting you to answer his question and you lick your lips.
The question had caught you off guard and you hesitate for a second, not knowing what to say. You know Jungkook is enjoying this, the smirk on his lips tells you as much but oh, two can play this game.
“Hmm… you? Well, we’re soulmates, aren’t we?” You answer easily. “I thought you knew this already,” You continue with an expression that’s blank and cool, as if you’re simply stating a fact. The statement leaves Jungkook stunned, his eyes wide because you’ve never said it yourself first but then he sees you smile, trying hard not to laugh.
“My, you looked worried there,” You grin, devilishly so. “You’re the one that gave us the title though.”
Jungkook scowls at you, picking up some leftover lettuce on the table to throw at you.
“I just needed time to process what you were saying. I had a long day,” He mumbles, watching you pick up the lettuce stuck to your shirt. “But, yes, we’re soulmates,” He nods, laughing lightly as he attempts to dodge the same soggy vegetable that you’re trying to throw back at him.
“Only the rich would ever disrespect food like this,” You huff, shaking your head disapprovingly as you place the lettuce on your plate.
“Yeah, yeah, says the one who was trying to toss it right back at me.”
“You know you’re lucky you’re rich and cute so, I’m just going to let that one slip,” You huff, standing up to open the screen door. “Anyway, let’s go? I have to be at the port at 5 and I want at least 5 hours of sleep.”
“S-sure.”
Cute? How is it that you always say things like that so nonchalantly? Unfair, utterly unfair.
Jungkook must’ve been standing there in the middle of the hallway, looking all dazed and unsure which you probably mistook for fear because you’re storming up to him, holding him by his hand to lead him to the exit.
“It’s not that scary, you big baby,” You laugh. “We’ve been in far scarier situations.”
He only hums, letting you tug him along because wow, your hand is so warm and… nice. He’s held your hand 3 times now in the last 24 hours. He likes that. Was it weird to keep count? When did he become this soft? Doesn’t matter… it’s not like you’ll ever know about it. Damn. He shouldn’t have let you order that many bottles of soju. He didn’t think you were serious about making him drink for two.
Jungkook’s pretty much in his own world, lost in his thoughts until he feels your hand slip away from his to dig into your purse.
“Wait, no,” Jungkook frowns. “I’m supposed to pay.”
“Please, I owe you thirty thousand dollars. Let me pay.”
“No. We agreed you’ll only be paying with donuts.”
“Jungkook—”
The elderly man at the counter lets out an annoyed grunt and you apologize, hastily grabbing notes out of your wallet to place on the counter. Jungkook swipes it the moment you put it down, replacing it with his money instead and you frown.
“Let me pay,” You whine as you attempt to snatch your cash away from him but, it’s too late. Jungkook is already pocketing his change.
“Donuts only,” He grunts, placing your cash and wallet back into your purse for you before he grabs your hand and leads you out the door.
“You’re so stubborn when you’re drunk,” You huff.
“You’re stubborn,” He grumbles in return. “Also, I’m not drunk... Just slightly light-headed.”
“You’re tripping over your feet like every 5 steps.”
“That’s because you’re walking so fast,” He frowns as he attempts to get you to slow down.
“I don’t know maybe it’s because I don’t want to get shanked in this alleyway.”
The sentence makes Jungkook jump slightly and he walks faster to match your pace. You laugh at that because the boy was far too gullible. Maybe all your stories about the South had made the place seem a lot scarier than it really is.
“I’m just joking,” You laugh, squeezing his hand. “This area’s pretty alright.”
“I hate when you do that,” He frowns. You only smile in return because it was fun to tease him.
“By the way, you’re such a liar,” You say. “If you’re already this tipsy from just a few soju bombs, I highly doubt you can down 10 tequila shots in a row and still be standing.”
“I can and I’ll show you. Name the time and place.”
“Wow, no need to get defensive now,” You laugh. “You just—”
“Shit,” Jungkook mumbles as he stands in front of his car.
“What?” You query, looking at the vehicle. All the tires were still there, so were his mirrors.
“I can’t drive.”
“Well, okay you didn’t have that much to drink. You’ll be below the 0.08%... maybe... anyway I’m sure the cops will let you pass,” You mumble. Paying off the cops to get out of a DUI is nothing new. In fact it’s the norm. “You can still—”
“No, I can’t do it,” He mumbles. “My fath— No… I’ll just sit here until I sober up,” He hums, taking a seat on the curb.
Oh… Oh right. How could you have even suggested that? Idiot. You’re a bona fide idiot.
You remember seeing the news. You were still young then, but it was all anyone was talking about.
We’re standing at the spot where just last night a car veered off the road and plunged into the river right here in the province of—
Two bodies have been found, both middle-aged men who—
The driver is said to have been under the influence at the time. His blood alcohol levels though not high—
Mr. Jeon, aged 38, the heir to Jeon Logistics leaves behind a wife and a son, only aged—
As Jungkook attended the funeral of his father that week, you attended a funeral too, your eyes swollen from crying even days after the accident. Just as his world fell apart that week, so did yours. That was the week your mother had decided enough was enough.
“I can drive,” You offer. “The last drink I had was more than 2 hours ago.”
“It’s fine… You’ll have to come back to the South and—”
“Come on,” You mumble, swiping the keys out of his hand. “Or I’ll just leave without you.”
Jungkook sighs, scrambling to his feet when he hears you start the engine.
The drive is quiet aside from Jungkook giving you directions from time to time and you feel… bad because he’s only this quiet because of you.
Jungkook has never once mentioned his father, even if he probably knows that you know the story. There probably isn’t anyone who didn’t know about it. For 2 whole weeks, his father’s face was plastered in the newspaper, in TV screens. The police bounced back between claiming there might be foul play involved, to ruling it out completely. There were rumours of tampered evidence and then there was confirmation that the evidence has been left untouched. Everyone was watching, the whole nation wanting to know the series of events that led to the accident. It was anti-climatic in the end. The road had been wet from an earlier downpour. That, coupled with the fact that the driver had some alcohol, had probably led to the accident, said the investigators. Case closed.
He had been so young then and you cannot imagine what it must’ve felt like to lose a parent and have to deal with the media constantly scrutinizing everything. He probably didn’t get time to grieve and if he did, it was on display for the whole public to see. You mean to say sorry, sorry that you made him inadvertently bring it up but you’re not sure if you should mention it at all. In any case, you run out of time because you’re already pulling into his parking bay.
“Wow,” You gasp as you stand at the lift lobby. The floors and walls were lined with marble tiles and you smooth your hand over the surface. “This place is really fancy.”
“You should see Tae’s place,” Jungkook laughs.
“Do you live on the penthouse floor too?”
“Yeah.”
“Ah, of course you do.”
“Why? Do you want to see it?”
“C-can I? I mean I’d love to only if you umm don’t mind… I guess.”
“Of course you can,” He chuckles. “I’ll call concierge to get you a taxi from the unit too.”
Concierge? Wow. So this is how the rich live.
Everything about the place screamed fancy. From the lobby, to the lift and of course Jungkook’s unit itself. Everything was opulent, grandeur. Well, to be fair Jungkook’s unit was a little on the minimalistic side but it still looked expensive. You think it had a lot to do with the grand piano sitting in the middle of the living room. Either way, it’s been a while since you’ve seen anything like Jungkook’s house. The only thing that could come close were the houses the gang bosses lived in.
“The view is amazing,” You breathe, nose almost touching the large glass window. You’ve always seen the city from the South and it’s stunning even from there but this was a different kind of view. You don’t think you’ve been in a building so tall. It was odd seeing the city from within the city.
“Taehyung’s view must be crazy good if all of you choose to hang out in his place over yours.”
“Oh, it’s about the same,” He smiles. “He lives over there,” Jungkook points to an equally as tall building. “But he loves having guests over and I don’t… well not anymore.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know,” He sighs. “Sometimes things get out of hand… Like you see this car collection I have—” He pulls you towards a room, his room you assume, and shows you a fancy looking large glass case.
You had expected those all metal, collector’s edition cars but inside the case, you just find multiple average looking tiny toy cars. In fact, you think you used to own a few of them. They had given them out for a limited time at the gas station as part of a promotion.
“Yeah, yeah. Everyone gives me the same look,” He grumbles, noting your confused expression. “It’s just my dad and I used to collect them and we— well, I had all 100 of them… until I didn’t.”
Jungkook had thrown a party a year ago. First it was a few friends but then those friends started inviting their friends and suddenly it was a full on rager. It was all fine and dandy. Jungkook didn’t mind as long as it was still in control, but then he would constantly hear amused cheering from his room and then distant shouting from the streets below. Weird. He ignored it the first few times but after the third time, he slips away from the couch to his room to see what the commotion was about. 5 minutes and a screaming match later, his apartment was empty. Yoongi and Taehyung had never seen Jungkook so angry before and it’s safe to say they never want to ever see him that angry again.
He had 100 cars in the glass case prior to the party and after that, he was only left with 95. Apparently, whoever was in his room had thought it would be a grand idea to toss his toy car 20+ stories down. In fact, they found the idea to be so entertaining, they did it 5 times. After that fiasco, Jungkook swore he’d never have a party in his home ever again and a year later, he still hasn’t. He had scoured the streets that very night and the morning after for the toys, but he couldn’t find any of them.
“I managed to find 4 of them… some online, some in thrift stores but this one,” He points to the empty spot, a simple picture of the supposed car in its place. “I just can’t find it anywhere.”
“Have you tried emailing the company that made them?”
“Yeah,” He sighs. “But they stopped making them a long time ago so they said they couldn’t help.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll eventually find it somewhere, someday,” You smile. “This is a nice room though,” You mumble, looking around.
“Yeah it’s my room so it’s the only one I put effort into decorating,” He laughs. “The rest of the rooms, my mother insisted on decorating.”
“Yeah, I can tell you decorated this one. That’s why this is here and not out there,” You smile, pointing to the TV. “It’s how you impress the ladies, huh?”
“W-what? No? I like to game and watch things from the comfort of my bed.”
“Yeah, sure,” You snort. “This right here screams premium Netflix and ch— Wait. Oh my god, this is amazing,” You hum, as you sit on the bed, testing it out. Maybe you should’ve asked first but you’re lying down on it already. “Wow. If I’m ever rich, this will be the first thing I’ll purchase.”
“You can’t. It’s custom made,” He smirks, lying next to you.
“Of course it is,” You shake your head. “I expect nothing less for his majesty.”
“Shut up. I have long legs and the commercial beds, when they come in the right length, it’s the wrong width, so I got a custom-made one.”
“Whatever you say,” You sigh as you snuggle against his sheets. “Anyway, just give me 5 minutes right here and I’ll go grab that cab.”
“Right, sure,” He mumbles. “Oh... about that. Thanks for driving me home. It’s— I just have this irrational fear because— Well, my father… I uhh—”
“Don’t worry about it,” You smile, patting his hand as if to say he didn’t have to tell you why exactly he didn’t want to drive. “It’s not every day I get to drive a Lambo around anyway,” You smile.
“That’s the only reason you agreed, isn’t it?” He grins, laughing lightly.
“Hey, watch it,” You warn. “Next time, I’ll leave you out there in the scary South to fend for yourself.”
“I’ll do just fine.”
“You’re afraid of stray dogs and you jump at any and every noise you hear. I doubt you’ll last 10 minutes out there.”
“I do not jump at every noise,” He grumbles. “And listen, everyone knows the dogs in the South have rabies, okay? Did you see the ones that chased us that one time? They were frothing in the mouth! Even had the crazy eyes.”
“Those were guard dogs… and we were trespassing which is why the chased us,” You laugh. “Also, don’t lie. If you were close enough to see their eyes, I’m pretty sure you would be dead by now.”
“Whatev—”
His phone rings, cutting his sentence short. He points at you, raising his eyebrows as if to say he wasn’t done arguing yet before he fishes his phone out of his pocket. Staring down at the caller ID, he groans before he answers. His voice sounds smooth, peppy, not a hint of annoyance despite how he seemed like he didn’t want to answer the call. You glance at the clock on the wall as he slips out of the room, not wanting you to hear about the intricacies of his business deals, you assume. It was already half past twelve and you wonder if this is what it’s always like for Jungkook considering that he has taken a few calls here and there when the two of you are having late-night donuts. The calls seem to be a more frequent thing as of late and you pity him because you can see the tiredness in his eyes, you can see fatigue in the way his whole body sags when he gets to the bench at your hangout spot. For some reason, it seemed like he was coming to the South to escape but he could never really run from it all, could he? Everyone thinks his life is all roses, but you know it’s far from it. They think he sits in the office with his feet up on the desk, waiting for time to pass but it seems like he never really does get rest. He always has something on his mind, always asking you if he could optimize the truck routes, if he could organize his warehouse space better. You wonder if you should take him to a karaoke lounge the next time the two of you hang out. Screaming out the lyrics to your favourite songs always helps you forget your problems.
It’s been 15 minutes and the call is still going. You really want to leave but you assume it would be rude to when he’s still on the phone. You sigh, letting your eyes flutter close because god, this bed is so nice. It felt like you were being caressed by a cloud. It’s so soft you almost forget the dull ache in your abdomen. It sounds outlandish, like an over exaggeration but it genuinely felt that way. Maybe you only think so because the bed you have back home is lumpy and hard. Humming, you let your hand slide across his sheets, the material feeling soft to your touch. It’s Egyptian cotton isn’t it? Not that you actually know what that means but you know it’s expensive. You don’t know the slightest thing about thread count either but you’re sure it’s high. You know that one. You knew after a certain number, the price was just ridiculous. You find yourself dozing off a few times but you always snap out of it, only to shut your eyes again. 5 minutes, you mumble to yourself. Just five more minutes and you’re leaving... even if Jungkook isn’t done with his call by then.
Jungkook sighs, pocketing his phone after what feels like an eternity. Mr. An was basically slurring on the phone, asking why his promised shipment of timber has yet to be delivered. Jungkook had to reiterate 5 times that it already has, that Mr. An’s staff had already signed off on it. Only then did Mr. An say, why didn’t you say that earlier? Jungkook knew it was odd that his grandfather had given him such an important client to take care of. It’s now that he realizes that his grandfather was tired of these drunken calls.
When he returns to his room, Jungkook is fully determined to continue the argument, picking right where he left off but he finds you completely passed out on his bed. He prods at you, trying to shake you awake because he knows you’ll be mad at him if he didn’t at least try but like the last time when you were asleep in his car, you’re impossible to wake up.
“Cab,” You mumble in your sleep, accompanied with a slew of gibberish.
“Yeah, come on, I’ll get you one,” Jungkook answers as he tries to wake you up, but you grumble curling into yourself, instead. He laughs before sighing, shaking his head because you even scowl in your sleep. Unconsciously, he uses the back of his hand to stroke your cheek, your features instantly relaxing at the gesture. He feels his heart squeeze at that and he knows he shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be lying next to you but it feels nice, safe even being right here.
He doesn’t blame you for falling asleep. You must be exhausted. You had been in the hospital less than 24 hours ago, had your appendix removed and even went to work just hours after. He really wishes you would reward yourself with a break once in a while. If you needed money so badly, why won’t you just let him help you? He had given you a big cheque for a few thousand before, but you had refused that. He has snuck a few extra hundred into the envelope he passes you every week or so but he eventually finds the extra bills in his pocket or car. Anyone in your situation with their head screwed on right would take the money but you… you just didn’t want to. The fact that you let him pay for your surgery at all is a surprise but truthfully, he strong-armed you into letting him anyway. He absolutely abhorred how they treated you at the hospital. It was a look into the reality of your situation, of Southerners in general. How people had so much hate was beyond him.
He exhales, letting his hand drop from your cheeks to play with your fingers instead because damn it, he loves the way your hand feels in his. It’s pathetic, he sighs but… he really likes the little things in relationships. The hand holding, the sneaky kiss on the cheek, the feeling of you in his arms. Well, not that the two of you were in a relationship anyway. He has to keep reminding himself of that. It’s hard to keep that train of thought, especially so when your fingers grip around his softly. He smiles at that, a warmth spreading across his chest when he glances down at his hand, barely enveloped by yours. Against his better judgement, he leans in to kiss you on the forehead, letting his lips linger before he pulls away slowly. He doesn’t want to leave, not yet at least. He doesn’t want to pull his hand away from yours but knowing you, you’d probably have a heart attack, maybe even two if you saw him next to you in the morning. He wonders what that’s like though... waking up next to you, your hands wrapped around him like the last time, him leaning in to kiss your li— Oh. He shouldn’t be thinking of that. But... still, he wonders, wonders how he even got to this point.
Y/N Lee.
Who would’ve thought a girl he met by chance, in the oddest of places would have him wrapped around her little finger like he was a grade school boy, totally enamoured by his first ever crush. It’s quite the pickle he’s found himself in because, now what? How is he supposed to tell you that all he really wants to do sometimes when you’re sitting on that bench with him is... kiss you? How is he supposed to fight the urge to hold your hand whenever you’re telling him a story with the widest smile on your lips. How does he make you see that even if you don’t open yourself up to anyone at all, maybe... maybe he’s worth letting in. There’s just this warmth that envelops him when he’s around you and it feels comforting to be in your presence, like it was entirely alright to just be him. And that smile, god he’d do anything, say anything, to see it. Ah, but that pout too, it makes him weak in the knees, his heart reduced to a mere puddle whenever he sees it. He knows Yoongi and Taehyung would laugh if they ever found out about the thoughts that are currently swirling around in his mind but what could he say, he’s just a fool who hasn’t met anyone quite like you before.
Time, he hums. In due time, he’ll eventually tell you he likes you or maybe you’ll figure it out, hopefully, because he’s not too good with words. With his finger on the switch and with one last glance, he flicks the lights off and shuts the door quietly. Sighing, he sinks down onto his couch, stretching out as sleepiness washes over him. With a yawn, he lets the thought of you curled up against his chest lull him to sleep. Boy, he really is in a pickle huh?
Your alarm is ringing for perhaps the third time... you can’t really tell because it’s mixing in with the dream you have, playing in the background as if it were a soundtrack. Slowly, you peel your eyes open, reaching into your back pocket where you had left your phone last night. Your hands skim the sheets and—
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
This isn’t your room and this most definitely isn’t your bed. You panic as you rise to your feet, quickly grabbing your purse off the table side before you pull open the door. The ruckus you made in his room causes Jungkook to rise sleepily from his spot on the couch. You’re shouting words of apologies, fully intending to make clear how sorry you are but when your eyes dart to the fancy digital clock display, you almost let out a scream. You’re going to be so late for work and given your recent attendance record at work, your boss is not going to be happy.
“I’m so sorry! I’ll call you later to apologize properly!” Is all Jungkook hears you say before you slam his door shut. He can barely keep his eyes open since it is 3 in the morning after all. That’s far too early for anyone to be awake, he mumbles.
You’re practically pacing up and down the sidewalk, trying to stay under the dim streetlight as you wait for your cab. Your boss didn’t seem too happy when you called in to let him know you’ll be a little late today. That was a problem you would atone for once you get to the port. As for the other one… you know, the one where you fell asleep in Jungkook’s bed? Basically, relegating him to the couch in his own home? After he had had paid thirty-thousand dollars for your surgery? You didn’t know how you were going to atone for that one. You’re not sure he’d even pick up your call later. You’re so busy beating yourself up you barely register the sight of a hooded man standing a few steps away from you. It’s only when he speaks that your head perks up, your body freezing in your spot when you hear those words leave his lips. You’d recognize that voice anywhere, recognize that pet name anywhere.
“Hello, Empress,” He smirks, pulling his hood up just so you could see his face. The scar starting just below his eye, stopping right at corner of his lip confirms your worst fear and you back away as he takes a step forward. “Now don’t tell me you don’t recognize me. I know it’s been a while but is that how you greet your family?”
You open your mouth to answer but your throat seizes up and nothing but a whimper leaves your lips. He lifts an eyebrow at you and your eyes widen before you move quickly to bow.
“Fraternizing with the enemy, I see,” He exhales, head nodding towards Jungkook’s apartment. “Boss would be disappointed. Angry even.”
You haven’t felt fear like this in years. You can barely move, can’t even speak. Every nerve in your body is telling you to run but you’re glued to your spot.
“Don’t worry,” He smiles. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” He winks.
“W-What do you want?” Is all you can muster to ask.
“Oh, nothing in particular.” Yet. But of course he leaves that part out. “Can’t I just see how my favourite niece is doing?”
“How did you find me?”
Your question comes out as barely a whisper and at that he laughs. Ever so timid, his dear niece is.
“Well, I never really lost you in the first place. Never for too long at least,” He smiles, condescendingly so as he steps up to caress your cheek. “You think you and your mum would’ve been safe all this while if it wasn’t for me?”
You don’t want to show him any sign of weakness, but tears are already forming at the corner of your eyes. The sight makes him laugh because aren’t you cute. It didn’t matter how old you are now. You’ll always be a little baby in his eyes. He coos at you, wiping away the tears that fall as you struggle to move out of the grip he has on you.
“Don’t worry, boss doesn’t know... but, nice little province you’ve chosen to hide her in. Enemy territory too...” He mumbles. “Took me a while to find her. Smart little nugget, aren’t you?”
You can barely breathe. You thought your mother was safe. You had taken great care to make sure that she would never be found.
“Why are you scared, Empress? If you think I’m here to bring both you and her back, then you’re mistaken,” He smiles. “There are more pressing matters that I have to deal with... though I must say, I wonder what boss would have to say if he ever saw the two of you again.”
“L-leave my mother alone. She has suffered enough,” You sob and he frowns, using his sleeve to soak up your tears.
“That she has,” He murmurs. “Choices, choices. She had many to make and she made all the wrong ones,” He shakes his head.
“Please. Spare us.”
You’re practically begging at this point because there’s nothing else you can do. One phone call and life as you knew it would be over.
“From what?” He smiles. “As far as I know, you’re Y/N... Lee. Not of my blood, neither of my interest,” He mumbles as he takes a step back, hand peculiarly grabbing for your arm as he twists it to look at your wrist.
“I can see you’ve tried hard to erase your past. So, Y/N Lee it is,” He hums, frowning as his thumb rubs at the spot your tattoo should be and it is, but the make-up has done a good job of covering it. “Cute little name, isn’t it? L/N just wasn’t working for you anymore huh?”
*Honk*
The sound makes you jump and you quickly pull your hand away to see a cab waiting for you. You glance from the cab to your uncle and he nods toward the cab, as if he was giving you the permission to go ahead. You didn’t need to be told twice. Quickly, you run over, pulling at the door handle in a haste to escape.
“Farewell, Empress.”
That’s the last thing you hear before you shut the door. Your voice is shaking terribly as you tell the driver your address, unsure if any of it was intelligible but he lets out a grunt of assurance and you finally sink in your seat as he pulls away from the curb. With your hands shaking in your lap, you wonder how you’re going to make it through the work day today.
Your uncle laughs as he watches the cab leave, enjoying the look of pure fear on your face. It’s been too long since he’s seen you up close. He’s always been watching from the shadows, always close but not too close. He wonders if he had made himself known far too soon. It was the perfect opportunity though and he couldn’t resist. When else would he ever get you all on your own with no one else in sight?
He whistles an old tune as he strides back to his car, perusing through the gallery on his beloved camera like he always does. There were so many pictures to choose from tonight. He had pictures of you and Jungkook at the noodle store, had a few more of the both of you at the bench, eating donuts. Though he must say, he has many of those already. Those weren’t that interesting, he huffs clicking through the pictures before he smirks. See, now these ones were interesting. He has a few of you and Jungkook going to the bar you love so much and finally the saucy ones of you driving him home and subsequently leaving his house looking haphazard. My, my, now what could’ve happened there? Mrs. Jeon would surely love to see these.
Oh, his sweet niece. Gone are the days where he would seat you in his lap to play peek-a-boo with you. Gone are the days where he would be standing with you in your backyard, teaching you how to slice a throat with utmost precision. He didn’t mean to involve you in this but no, things had unfurled too perfectly for him to ignore this chance. He wanted nothing from you, that much was true but it’s what you could do for him, what he would eventually make you do, that he wanted. Years of keeping tabs on you has finally come to fruition. What he once thought was a useless endeavour would prove to be one that would bring the entire gang to his knees.
Ah, Empress. You don’t seem too fond of the title now, but like it or not, it is your destiny, he believes. You could try running, but in the end, you can never really escape. It’s going to be the coup of the century and you are going to be the centre-piece that unlocks it all... and the best part about all of this? Well, you see he wouldn’t even have to do any of the heavy lifting. You were going to do all the work while he sits back and reaps all the benefits. Ah, bliss. Boss wouldn’t even see him coming. Nobody would. Chaos, he smiles. It was going to be pure chaos and he loved that.
Maybe then, everyone will see just how wrong they were. Maybe then, your mother would see what could’ve been.
You make it to work just barely under 20 minutes late. Your boss is furious, that much you know by the way he basically growls at you. Your side aches and maybe it’s because you ran to the port when the doctor had said to avoid any strenuous physical activity for a few months. That’s the least of your worries though and you struggle to stay focused most of the day. Your mind drifts back to your uncle, to the way he smirked when he talked about knowing where your mother is. You remind yourself to call her later from the payphone. Maybe you should move her somewhere else now. God, why is it that when one bad thing happens, your life tends to descend into chaos? It’s almost as if you were getting punched from every direction possible. You guess your life always has been like that, like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
You can only run away from your past for so long.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
Things can only stay secret for so long.
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A/N: Please don’t drink and drive! Also please don’t bribe the cops!
Ae knee way, tb to when my friends took me to this sketchy af pocha and I was so scared, but the place had bomb af food and super cheap drinks lmao love that place. Too scared to go back without them bc the uncle that owns the place looks like he hates everyone. Genuinely. I love him tho.
Also I wanted to post half of this chapter last week but I think y’all would’ve decked me in the face if I didn’t give more clues as to who hooded mystery dude is!!! I know everything seems random but everything happens for a reason my dudes. Anyway as always, thanks for reading and feedback is always welcome!!! (:
#bangtan bookclub#armiesnet#bts scenarios#bts fanfic#jungkook fluff#the shooting stars song part is based on my friends and i irl LMAO#it was at a pizza place & it was 2 am#& the guy behind the counter actually danced#anyway the bear is important wink wonk#sorry this is so late#but like the main plotline is HERE#im eggcited
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Kissing Headcanons
Heyyyy. Oof this is my first post so I hope it’s good. I happily accept any form of constructive criticism :) Thanks!!💚💚
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Karasuno
Daichi
Not rough per say
but very passionate
forehead kisses are the best from him
But lemme tell you, long kisses that leave you breathless
woW ARE THEY FRICKIN AMAZING-
anyways
10/10 would recommend Daichi kisses
Sugawara
Suga’s kisses depend on the mood
If you two are on a date and having fun
they’ll be playful and you both r prob giggling a lot
Then there’s when suga is all romantic and mushy,
he’ll lean in, look deep into your eyes and give you a passionate kiss full of love and admiration
bUT
jealous suga kisses are rough and low key possessive
not in a bad way though wink wonk
but you guys talk it out after
cause communication is v important
Asahi
gAH
Asahi is such a dork
he gets anxious, so be slow
always makes sure your okay with kissing
his kisses are extremely gentle
he just doesn’t want to hurt you,
expect a giant bear hug either before or after
ask him to lean down and he will
mELT
*insert panicky asahi here*
Kiyoko
this goddess is a great kisser let me tell you
once she’s comfortable, she’ll give you lots of kisses
all kinds - forehead, cheek, lips, hands, you name it
Kiyoko isn’t necessarily shy,
but her kisses are gentle and slow
holds your hand while kissing
im very gay for kiyoko dont @ me
Nishinoya
this boy-
he can barely sit still for more than a few seconds
so his kisses are short and fast
but they’re so full of his love for you
like you can just feel the pure love in them
I love my smol birb
Tanaka
surprisingly shy
he’s never really kissed anyone before
so he’s v blushy
his kisses are playful and cute
uwu
they vary in length, depends on how he’s feelin lmao
hugs you after
prob to hide his blushing face
he has a reputation to uphold
Ennoshita
Ennoshita is such a romantic, it’s not even funny
well maybe a little bit
but his kisses just sorta hit different
they’re deep and full of emotion
the way he just lingers for a moment before pulling away-
*sigh*
his hands cup your face
looks so freaking deep into your eyes soul
but its comforting in a way
Kageyama
would be hella red
he gets so embarrassed
its adorable
most of the time you have to initiate the kiss
however, once in a blue moon he’ll kiss you first
It’s probably cause he’s horny
low key rough kisser
but that’s his personality
he’s emotionally constipated so he’s kinda stiff the first time
after time he’ll loosen up and become more comfortable
Hinata
sunshine child gets so excited tbh
like noya his kisses are quick
you can feel him smile into the kiss
its so cute
kinda sloppy, but it’s just cause he’s a ball of energy
kisses you cheeks after
big dopey smile plastered on his face for the next hour
Tsukishima
kisses from him rarely happen in public
Tsukki isn’t a pda person
but when y’all are alone-
commence cuddly kei™
he still a salty boi but still
surprisingly good kisser
starts off soft and slow
gradually gets more passionate and deep
except most of his kisses are quick pecks
he loves to surprise you or interrupt you by kissing you
“You can kiss me if you can reach”
he is my husband
Yamaguchi
please kiss his freckles
Yams is v insecure about them
so show them some love
he’s sO NERVOUS at first
even after a while, he’s still kinda timid
but that doesn’t mean he’s a bad kisser tho
your probs his first kiss
definitely hugs you while kissing
Yachi
definition of soft kisses
will definitely be a blushing and stuttering mess after
lots of cute shy smiles
Yachi’s kisses are light and sweet
v pastel
She lives for cheek kisses uwu
Ukai
to sum them up:
fiery but loving
he’s the kind of person to just smash his lips onto yours
but at the same time he loves just scooping you up and giving you forehead kisses after a long day
he has a soft side for you and it shows through his kisses
Takeda
Not the most incredible kisser, not bad though
but his kisses are so cute and wholesome
“Can I kiss you?”
faint blush on his cheeks and ears after
he likes it when you cup his face while u kiss
v sappy
its adorable
Takeda’s kisses are so warm and wistful
#haikyuu!!#Karasuno#x reader#hcs#haikyuu x reader#haikyu x reader#daichi x reader#sugawara x reader#asahi x reader#kiyoko x reader#tsukishima x reader#yamaguchi x reader#tadashi yamaguchi x reader#asahi azumane#kiyoko shimizu#yachi x reader#yachi hitoka#hinata x reader#hinata shoyo x reader#kageyama x reader#tobio x reader#sugawara kōshi#daichi sawamura#ukai x reader#kisses#kiss hcs#ukai keishin#takeda x reader#takeda ittetsu#tanaka x reader
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I am so down to read even more of the pjo au!!! And its so well written and fits the universe extremely well!!
Really?! u are making me blush! and thank you so much, this is so refreshing to do, to have this AU out of my chest. Thank you Voltron x PJO AUpart 1 | part 2 | part 3
I wanted this part to be longer but …yeah… here it is
we left with: a passed out Allura arriving to chb, a dead cyclops and Keith realizing that he has a real crush on Lance…also the quest to get back Matt
THE QUEST FOLLOWS UNDER THE CUT
SOME ALLURA BACKSTORY
The real deal is that the gods have gone radio silent to the romans FOR A LONG TIME long enough for praetors allura and lotor ( an apollo son btw) to worry too much what if they did something so wrong the gods take retaliation or something? truth is also that saturn (roman chronos) have been using this need to keep the camp jupiter running to poisoning lotors mind to get it against the gods for abandoning them and the usual demigod sad stuff… thats why he convinced allura to go look for the gods since she is so good with the mist and stuff while he stays…and basically reigns. But all in “”good heart””.
Reah sees this and its like oh no, and when she founds Allura she immediately loves her and sees in her the way to not let saturn break the spirit of her grandchildren since he is basically instigating the hate from the demigods to their parents (and other demigods maybe??). she sees in allura a way to not repeat the same saturn family breaker story that is happening with lotor going against the gods. so she is the one who transports allura to camp half blood , actually the one that leads her is a big ass lion but cyclops attack them and he dies defending allura and it is so sad (then revealed by reah that such is the circle of life and the lion reincarnated in a cub who is going to be allura’s but bear with me) but she saw on allura the energy to face the patriarchal oppression against saturn and lotor in camp jupiter. BUT she fails on telling Allura that Lotor is the one behind everything, since Reah thinks/knows that Allura still dont have the support system to go against Lotor herself…because of romantic feelings.
ALSO, Lotor despises Apollo for knowing things and still letting them happen while with the help of the gods a lot of terrible things can be avoided, couldnt they? but he would never refuse to use any kind of power, which makes apollo think he is important enough to lotor. Still, that’s why he is siding with chronos.
ANYWAY
Allura is at chb, and when she wakes up all repaired thanks to apollo cabin magic and she remembers Reah asking her to not reveal the other camp and making her swear over the river styx. so, she cant tell them there about the other camp bc if they expose themselves probably chronos is gonna go after them too and bye new greek allies. Anyway, Allura explains that in California *wink wonk* mount othrys has been appearing slowly and it only means chornos is kind of waking up and it can only happen bc some…demigods (lotor and the romans but she cant tell) are siding with chornos.
BUT she goes with the legal void of just saying demigods who never made it to chb. But keith is like intense staring at her and why that SPQR on her shirt…that is obviously roman like on his coin but after all romans where kind of related to greeks ?? he need to know more about this. and while he is basically interrogating Allura about this and she is avoiding his questions Lance kind of confuses this in Keith being interested in Allura and OH NO.
And shiro is all like, rough demigods? I knew some of those at the gladiator thing in the labyrinth so he is gonna help allura because he is sick and tired of demigods putting themselves at risk because the gods are never clear to them and he feels mildly responsible since it is usually zeus rules the ones that fuck demigods more… so he is going with Allura.Keith jumps at the opportunity of getting away from his latent crush on Lance AND know more about this roman jargon Allura slips while talking and that means he gets to do TWO things at once!The new quest trio ( shiro allura and keith)are ready to go sooner than pidges who still needs some preparations and now Lance is all….what cha mean Keith AND Allura..are both going and he is all confused because he is caring too much about it. Is he Jealous? of….?? Keith maybe? of course it is of keith! since he is NOT into him, and if Allura, the wonderful mysterious and powerful new demigod who saved them from the cyclops, goes with Keith, monster slayer and extremely capable hero… she probably will end up liking Keith (because who wouldn’t like keith and his cool moves)
And when they are partying and pidge is still asking Shiro all the details he can remember about the matt last whereabouts and hunk is basically asking for all the tips on NOT dying on a quest and Lance is into interrupting ANY Keith-Allura interaction , the six of them are basically walking to the edge of camp but when they all suddenly feel in the forest in their way out is when they get a prophecy of dodona (thank you garnny Reah) along the lines that the six of them were to go IMMEDIATELY because in like a week Mt Osyris will be at its strongest and thats when there would not be gong back, that both quest were actually one and the same and only finding the missing family member they will get there.
they are like oh yes the missing one is matt, OBVIOUSLY, And well, six is not an unlucky number for quests….but Keith is like NO - bc he dont want to spend time worrying about certain inexperienced in quests demigods -, pidge is like YES because that means finding her brother with more help. hunk is like NO this means more problems and danger , Lance is like HELL YES i get to go with allura and keep an eye on keith so he doesn’t get all the glory and the girl. Allura just want to go and wonders why greeks cant follow simple orders, But Shiro is just “CHILDREN LISTEN, we aint separating. not for our lives. we are only strong in numbers”And team voltron parts immediately to the place hunk has traced technology like shiro’s who coincides with the last place shiro saw Matt: Arizona
BONUS OF THE CERBERUS QUEST (Shiro Matt and Adam failed quest)
Matt had to get back cerberus bc some demigods took him and Persephone wasn’t getting any of that so she went for “who is the brightest demigod so he can bring back my dog instead of me telling my husband” and That’s how the trio went directly to hell/the Hades. since they had to start looking somewhere.
Adam is an Hermes child, having a sword power and can know when shit are traps who only went on this quest because Shiro insisted on also going and he had a really bad feeling about it. his relation ship with Hermes is hermes going all “no dont do that my boy” and adam going “what if i do anyway” but hermes respect he is so straightforward.Matt is an Athena son, who wasn’t too sure about going on a quests until he wanted to graduate from camp demonstrating to his sister that demigods have bright futures out there.
how did the three brightest and oldest demigods in camp half blood got themselves lost, probably dead and separated?
On their way there shiro and adam get on each other nerves to the point when they both say “i will do it my way”. Adam is all there is something is deeply wrong with this quest LISTEN TO ME we gotta NOT do this, but Shiro is there for proving this quest successful,Matt is just in the middle… but at the end chooses shiro bc he wants to be the prove of a future for pidgey. And then they get separated in the underworld, never getting to cerberus.Shiro> A zeus child is the best way to get any revenge on zeus and all the gods represent and he is forced to fight in the gladiator arena against monsters and demigods alike, losing an arm.
Matt > ended up in the labyrinth alone passing doors avoiding any kind of evil demigods and creatures without much of a physical fight bc he is bright that way. discovering much more stuff about the demigods away from camp and only wants to see his sister again
Adam> got himself into tartarus because he is unlucky that way
THANK YOU AND I AM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONGANY QUESTION I LOVE TO KNOW THEMI will probably write the rest of the quest, since I already have a draft of it And thanks to @themindoflore specially, i appreciate with all my heart that you asked me about this au
#klance#voltron#Percy Jackson and the Olympians#shadam#pjo au#voltron legendary defender#SORRY IT TOOK ME YEARS I DONT WRITE BUT I LOVE THIS AU#and also i got myself a job#yall never guess what is my favorite pjo book :|#is it an au of mine without adashi? it isnt#lance not knowing he is pinning is perfect#i love my red and blue
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FFXV Scenarios - Ignis/Retainer!Reader (pt. i)
i / ii / iii
I’ve had this idea floating around my head for sometime but I can’t really put it into drabble form atm So I’ll be putting this down with bullet points to make it easier for myself ahaaa ;;; I tried my best to make this as gender-neutral as possible so everyone can enjoy our favorite spectacled chocobro
So here’s how it goes:
You’re one of the many retainers for the Lucis family and your family prides itself with being the best butlers/maids/stewards, etc.. The unfortunate thing is that you are NOTORIOUS for being an absolute CLUTZ. Think Felicia from Fire Emblem Fates, cause she’s the inspiration for this and you’ll see why later on too *wink wonk*
Broken dishes, laundry taking a mysteriously long time to get washed even with the top-notch washing machines and dryers in the Citadel, pots being burnt, it’s just- it’s kind of amazing and sad
It’s mind-boggling to your family and so they’re about to pull you out of working for the royal family but whaaat Prince Noctis wants you to be his personal retainer??? Your Highness, are you sure about that?
Yes, John Cena, I am
When you were younger, you took a break from training and had a moment where the expectations your family had for you plus being painfully aware just how bad you were at your job just PUNCHED you right in the gut to leave you in tears
Noctis just happened to pass by when he saw you crying and did what he could to comfort you. Poor kid didn't know what to do and so he took you to the gardens so you can cry in private while he awkwardly rubbed your back. After talking it out (with Noctis sharing a few things about his own doubts on himself) the two of you ended up becoming really close friends
Your family didn’t want to soil their name with you being the prince’s retainer, more so since no one in the family’s been in that high of a place. Hell, you didn’t want to be his retainer because you didn’t want to cause him any trouble but this is Noct we’re talking about folks. He always finds a way.
And so you ended up in the position you were in. Expect some jealously from your fellow servants, especially with how familiar you are with the prince. The only one who didn't feel this way is Ignis, but even he has very heavy doubts on how capable you were.
Not only is he the most neutral, but he is surprisingly the most vocal about his thoughts and gives you a lot of lectures for your clumsiness and it just sounds so brutal at times that there are days where you end up in tears again. Just like before.
You don’t know that he doesn’t say these things to make you quit or anything like that. He just forgets that he’s not speaking to a fellow staff officer. Staff officers and retainers are not exactly the same job, but being chosen by the prince himself to stay by his side meant you had new expectations now and he wasn’t about to let Noctis rely on someone who can’t even help themselves.
Learning how to fight is one of those new expectations. It’s daunting at first as it’s something you didn’t have you learn because your family was content with only being attendants to the royals, but you knew how important this was for Noctis’ safety so you power through it.
You happen to be fantastic with a sniper rifle and decent with a lance, but people thought that you being good with a gun was useless when protecting Noctis. Gladio tells you to ignore those nay-sayers and keep working with what you do best (expect a bear hug from him as well cause Six knows you needed one. Or two...)
Ignis, well, he tells you to keep it up. (He’s somewhat impressed with the records you set in the shooting range. ... SOMEWHAT)
It was great for arcade and festival games
“Hey (Y/N), can you get me that chocobo hat”
“Of course, Noct! As long as you let Propmto take a picture of you wearing it”
You and Prompto get along soooo well and bond over your friendship with Noctis as well as the insecurities you have. You become each other’s hype man when you’re feeling down
“I broke another set of dishes today...”
“Aw c’mon (Y/N)! They were probably ugly anyway!”
“... They actually were omg shit son u right”
Years pass and it took time but being around Ignis wasn't as bad as it was before. The lectures were not as frequent thanks to Noctis, but that doesn’t mean his words didn’t stick. They’ve been your source of motivation and, harsh as they were, you appreciated the push.
You decided that your life goal would not be just keeping the Crown prince safe, but to gain his future advisor’s trust as well.
“(Y/N), it’s okay. You don’t need to work yourself too hard about it.”
“No way, Noct! I have to be a better retainer for you!”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“I... I have to be better... than this.”
This makes Noct and Prompto very sad for you
Road trip time and booooy howdy were you so happy for Noctis and the boys and- what? He wants you to come along? Are you sure about that??
Again, John Cena, I am. Can we go now?
Gladio and Prompto are more than happy that you’re coming along, and Noctis wants one of his closest friends to be there when he gets married. Ignis is... very reluctant for various reasons. Majority rules are enacted and you tag along this obviously straightforward car ride to Altissia
Get ready for the most dangerous and stress-filled road trip of you life. This is going to get bumpy.
All right, I have to make a second part to this because this is getting longer than I expected owo Getting sleepy though so I’ll have them up later today
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