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ains-disco-spam · 6 months

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Thoughts on Lena

The first time I played through Disco Elysium, I talked to Lena right after Kim joined my party and immediately got the dialogue option where she says something racist.

Because of that, I was iffy on her from the beginning. But I’ve seen a lot of people say that they actually didn’t know about this dialogue or that they didn’t get it on their playthrough. Whenever I see this dialogue mentioned, there are always a lot of people saying how disappointed they are that she would say something like that because she seems like a nice old lady.

I think that this moment is actually one of the most important depictions of racism in the game. Besides this one instance, Lena is friendly toward you and Kim. If you call her out on the implication that Seolites are a different species than her and Harry, she basically says that being a different species isn't a bad thing because white people have earwax that smells and Seolites don't.

The whole interaction is such a small moment within the game, and a small part of her character. It’s so easy to miss. And that is exactly how racism works.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been talking to an older person who seems kind and then all of a sudden they say something extremely bigoted out of the blue. I actually got the idea to write this after the nice old lady who is a custodian at my job said something transphobic in front of me and it totally broke my heart.

It’s easy to condemn a cross-burning KKK member or a homophobic preacher who says that all LGBTQ+ people will burn in hell. It’s a lot harder for people to condemn bigotry when it comes from people that they otherwise see as kind.

But most bigots are not like Gary the Cryptofascist or Measurehead. Most of them are like Lena. They are the uncles who think that “if people just cooperated with the police then they wouldn’t be shot.” They are the classmates who make fun of the professor’s accent. They are docile old ladies who think that Seolites are not as human as white people are.

And that makes it harder for people to see the bigotry within themselves. People can easily tell themselves things like “I don’t want all trans people to die, so I’m not transphobic. I’m just worried for the children.” When the media only portrays bigotry in its most extreme forms, it is hard to see that being a little bit racist is still being racist.

And this is even more interesting because of her and Morrell’s friendship with Gary. He is a self-proclaimed fascist with an extensive collection of racist mugs, but Lena and Morrell still keep him around, presumably because they are willing to overlook his “differing political opinions” because they think that he is a good person in other ways. And because his fascist ideas do not affect people that look like them.

So yeah, I want to see more people talking about how fascinating Lena and Morrell are as depictions of racism in Disco Elysium.

#disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #lena #lena disco elysium

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jebewonmorelike · 1 year

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jbwml masterlist *updated*

formerly boysplanetmorelike ~ rip to the best url u will be missed

🌸 find my archived boys planet trainees masterlist here!! 🌸

-almost all works are fluff and/or the lightest of angst; anything suggestive is marked appropriately-

bc some people are smooth-brained, here’s a formal reminder that these are all works of fiction meant only for entertainment purposes. no works featuring minors will ever be created by me. minors may only be included as secondary/tertiary characters. i’m writing these stories so that people who like zerobaseone can be brought a bit of joy and escapism in their day. none of what i write reflects my actual feelings for any contestant. thank you every for your continued reading and kindness!! f=fluff; a=angst; c=crack; s=suggestive

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✰⋆⁺ steal your heart: an ot9 interactive fanfiction game

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Devil by the Whiteboard (a,f)

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saninthebuilding · 1 year

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"it's your golden hour"

❤️‍🩹 pairing: kim taehyung x reader

❤️‍🩹 summary: being in a relationship with an idol can be a bit busy, especially when it's one of the members of bts. however, despite all taehyung's idol activities, you're there to show him- both to his face and behind his back -just how much you love him, even when he doubts his worth.

❤️‍🩹 word count: 2.8k (edited!)

❤️‍🩹 genre: idol!taehyung au, art major!reader au, university student!reader au, fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort

❤️‍🩹 trope: pre-established relationship

❤️‍🩹 warnings: self-doubt, crying, mentions of sleep, taehyung is unsure of reader's love for him, reader is completely in love with taehyung, they're really soft, fluffy-haired taehyung (because i consider this a warning, he's so fine-)

❤️‍🩹 a/n: changing up my theme! to be honest i like this a lot more, it's so organized and clear, but anyways. i really liked how this turned out, even though i had a completely different idea when i started this, but i've been so in love with taehyung's hair in his recent lives and i just had to write something for him because he's been bias-wrecking me really hard lately. i hope you enjoy!

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leaning back into the couch, i stretch my arms high above my head, basking in the evening sun currently streaming through the large french windows in the living room.

taehyung lay sprawled out beside me, head in my lap and feet hanging off the side of the sofa as he taps away at his phone, playing some game he'd downloaded recently.

he cheers, pumping his fist into the air as a celebratory tune rings out from his phone, and i shake my head, smiling down at him as i brush his hair out of his eyes. he looks up at me, excited, before turning back to his screen.

it was a lazy sunday for taehyung and i, the two of us having cleared up our weekend to make time for each other. although he was currently on break from his idol activities to work on his solo career, he was still busy. having secured several deals, he was bomboarded with photoshoots and modelling by major companies like celine and elle korea- just to name a few.

however, my schedule wasn't any better. as a current art major in my fourth year of university, culminating week was just around the corner as my last semester rounded to a close. it was a stressful time, but i was lucky enough to have submitted my portfolio assignment early, so i had the rest of the week free before my final evaluation.

sighing, i look down, staring at taehyung playing his game. he seemed so focused, the reflection of the colourful lights from his screen painting his determined expression in hues of reds and blues.

looking at the time, i see the clock on the opposing wall reads 6:13 pm.

i pouted, glaring at his phone that had held his undivided attention for the past hour. i had thought he would put it away after a while, but it seemed like he had been waiting all week to try the app out, so i'd taken the opportunity to just enjoy his company.

still, i did miss actually interacting with him.

we'd barely gotten free time until now, and until his final photoshoots finished and my semester ended it was unlikely we'd get to spend some proper time together like this again.

not gonna lie, i feel like i'm third-wheeling here.

"taehyung, why won't you hang out with me?" i whined, taking him by surprise as i drum my hands on his chest. he lets out a startled yelp, quickly pressing something on his phone before looking up at me.

"yah, i almost lost!" he protests, looking at me in absolute horror- "you can't scare me like that!"

"yea, well maybe you should lose" i say, cheeks puffing up as i spoke. "all you've been doing is playing that game for the past hour. it's like i freed the weekend up just to watch you-"

realizing this wasn't what i had intended to say, i backtracked, waving my hands around frantically in panic, "which i love, don't get me wrong! uh- watching you, i mean. but, i just..."

i trail off, hands coming up to cover my face in embarrassment, before i peek down through my fingers. taehyung is gazing up at me, a soft look on his face, phone forgotten on his stomach.

i sigh, taking his silence as an encouragement to keep going.

"i've just missed you so much" i mumble, turning away from him to look out the window. the sun was setting lower now, rays turning golden as they hit the glass and splintered in the air.

it was magical.

"this is the only weekend we both have off until all our work is finished, and that isn't for another week or so. and i've barely seen at all except for when i'm leaving early morning for a class and you're there to drive me, or when you come drained after a day of work and slip into bed next to me, so it's a little..."

i pause, confused as i see taehyung's mouth falls open in shock. but before i can ask him what's wrong, he quickly sits up, shifting the two of us on the couch so we're facing each other.

"shit, do i wake you up every night?" he asks as his hands glide up and down my sides in what seems to be apology, "i swear i try to be quiet-"

i laugh, realizing he thinks he disturbs my sleep, before shaking my head, "no, no, don't worry. you don't wake me up." i let my hands rest on his knees, tracing small patterns with my fingers to calm him down.

"but then how do you-" he stops talking, confused, "it's always really late when i get home. and you're always asleep when i lie down..."

"well, no, not really. i just..." i feel heat start to creep into my ears, and i look down, focusing on the soft white material of his t-shirt.

"i wait for you. i know how tired you are when you get home, you barely even wash up or change before coming to bed. so i just, you know..."

i don't see it, but taehyung's eyes go wide, as if something clicked in his head. "that's why my clothes are always changed, and why my face and hair aren't full of all the products the staff use when i wake up."

suddenly taehyung tilts his head down, and as he looks at me, i see his expression has turned gentle, loving, adoring, as though i were the most precious thing in the world. his hands have stopped on my waist, and when he speaks his voice is heavy with emotion.

"no wonder on some nights i'd feel you moving around. and others i'd wake up with memories of hands cupping my face, guiding a glass of water to my lips, brushing the hair out of my eyes. you take care of me every night after i fall asleep, don't you?"

i bite my bottom lip, feeling a little embarrassed, but i nod anyway.

it was true. each night i'd wait for taehyung to get home, and after he had knocked himself out among the sheets, i would get up and start with his clothes. sometimes he'd wake up halfway, helping me swap his dress pants for a pair of soft pajama bottoms. other times i'd gently peel off his leather jacket or button-up while he slept, leaving him more comfortable in a t-shirt.

next i'd wet a towel with warm water and wipe the beauty products off his face (even though he doesn't need any). but it was never too much since the stylists try their best to use as little as possible when shooting, so it was always the easiest thing to do.

then i'd get another wet towel and start on his hair, working out the gel and hair spray that was occasionally still there on days where taehyung didn't have the energy to wash it out before coming home.

and if i was lucky, he would sometimes wake up just as i was getting back into bed, drunk on sleep and exhaustion, and i'd use the opportunity to coax a glass of water into his hands, encouraging him to finish it.

it was nights like these i cherished most, the stolen moments i was sometimes blessed with when i helped him drink some water and he would mumble how his day had been, eyes bleary and hands reaching for my warmth. the days where he trusted me enough to let me take care of him, even in his most vulnerable state, before pulling me into his chest and falling back to sleep with me in his arms.

and as i felt his fingers under my chin, guiding my head to meet his gaze, i stared into his soft, brown eyes, taking in the way the sun hit his tan skin just right, bathing him in a golden glow so breathtaking that he looked unreal, seeing the way his eyes shined and his face was so full of love, for me, all for me, and i realize that, no, those moments were not what i cherished most.

it was him that i cherished most.

"y/n?" taehyung breathes, and as i saw his eyes begin to turn wet, i understood that he felt the same way.

even though we barely got any time together, even though we barely saw each other, even though our lives were so busy, at the end of the day these things would never change the way we felt for each other.

because i loved him, and he loved me, and regardless of all our photoshoots and assignments and mismatched schedules, that love was never going anywhere.

it would never waver, because the bond the two of us had created over the years was deeper than scenic dates and bouqets of flowers and fancy gifts.

it was trust and comfort and support and understanding- but above all else, it was unconditional love.

and that is the kind that lasts forever.

"yes?" i whisper, and my voice comes out breathless, dazed, as i am completely transfixed by the man before me.

"don't i burden you? don't you think i rely on you this much, even unknowingly? doesn't it bother you that i'm barely around, showing up late at night only to fall straight asleep and wake up early only to leave you again?"

my lips part as a gasp comes out of my mouth, his unexpectedly serious words spearing my chest- "of course not taehyung, how could you say that?"

he shakes his head, teeth nipping at the corner of his mouth. "i mean, i know i'm an idol, and that this relationship is probably already something that puts strain on your shoulders due to the possibility of fans finding you and harming you. but i'm also your boyfriend. and boyfriends are supposed to be here, supposed to be present, supposed to show you how much you mean to them."

taehyung leans closer, tentative, wary, almost scared as he reaches out to me, only to pull his hand away. he swallows hard, before looking up to meet my gaze, eyes glistening.

"don't you get tired of being with me?"

my heart drops at his words, at how ashamed and anxious he sounds. he clenches his jaw, a nervous habit of his, and i let my eyes linger on the movement, watching how the veins in his neck make a quick appearance. i see the muscles in his arms flex as he lifts his hand to my face again, seeming unsure. i admire the ethereal glow the sun casts upon his skin as he raises my head to his. the mole on his lower lip, on his nose, on his cheek. the way he pulls the skin of his bottom lip between his teeth, sinking them into the soft flesh before letting go. the way the salt water in his eyes threatens to spill over his lashline.

i lift my hands up to his cheeks just as he rests his own on mine, gently brushing my thumbs over his eyes, preventing the tears from finding their way down his face.

he opens his mouth to continue, but i'm faster, the words tumbling out of me before i can stop myself.

"i love you so much taehyung" i breathe, voice catching in my throat as i feel my own eyes starting to sting. "so, so, so much- more than you can ever know. but you have to know. you need to know. i need you to know."

taehyung lets out a shaky breath, something halfway between a hiccup and a sob, and i move closer, climbing into his lap.

"we're both busy, and that's unavoidable. you have your life and i have mine, and even though we are so closely part of each others' lives, there are some things i cannot be included in, just as there are some things you cannot be included in."

his hands have come to rest on my hips, and letting one hand rest on his cheek, i maintain eye contact as i carefully run the other under his eye. over his cheekbone. his cheek. along his jawline. down his neck. he swallows under my touch, and i feel his adam's apple bob beneath my fingers. his eyes stay on mine, and when my hand reaches his chest, i flatten my palm directly over his heart, feeling his heartbeat thumping against my skin.

"but even though i may not be everywhere with you physically, i will always be in here."

i gaze at him, feeling my own heart beginning to speed up as i feel his fingers creep under my shirt, tracing circles with his thumbs on the skin of my waist.

"it doesn't matter how much time we spend together, it doesn't matter how much time we don't spend together. i need you to know that my love for you is not going anywhere."

my voice cracks a bit, a tear escaping down my cheek, and this causes taehyung to sniffle, eyes watering again.

"it doesn't matter how late you come home, it doesn't matter how early you have to leave. i will be there" i say, pressing my hand into his chest, "both in here..." i take my hand away from his face and gently grip his wrist, before placing his hand on my cheek, "and out here."

he bites his lip, visibly struggling to keep his tears at bay as he lets out a shuddering breath. he's clutching my sides now, as though trying to ground himself, to control the sobs threatening to take over.

"i will always be there to wipe your face down when you're too tired, to make sure you eat or drink something after a long day, to tuck you into bed so you can get a good night's sleep- to do whatever it is you want me to do for you."

i let go of his hand, reaching over to cup his face again, before pressing my lips to his forehead. and it is this action that seems to be too much for him, that breaks the dam he was so desperately trying to maintain, and he lets out a sob, arms wrapping around my body as he pulls me close, burying his face into my shoulder.

"because i love you, taehyung" i choke out, my own tears spilling down my cheeks upon hearing him break in my arms, "and i will always love you. so don't you ever doubt that."

he's crying in earnest now, his hands fisting the cloth of my shirt as his body shakes from the force of his tears. he inhales shakily, before forcing himself to say something.

"y/n" taehyung sputters, and i'm instantly hugging him closer as my own tears fall, rubbing his back and planting soft kisses into his fluffy hair.

"i'm right here, taehyung. i'm not going anywhere, i promise," i whisper into his ear, gently rocking us side to side. "it's okay, you're okay. we're okay."

i let him cry for a while longer, holding him up even as his body gives out under the weight of his tears. i feel him pulling away, and as i wipe my tears away to glance at him, his hands are suddenly cupping my cheeks, looking me straight in the eyes before he presses his lips to mine.

the tears streaming down his face mix with my own on our lips, the salt water a stark contrast to the sweetness of the kiss. he goes slow, as though trying to engrain the moment into his heart, into his mind, convincing himself that i did actually, truly love him despite the burden he considered himself to be.

i tangle my fingers into his hair, and as i marvel at the softeness of his brown locks under my hands, i pull him closer, wanting him to feel all the affection and adoration and sheer love i had for him.

taehyung leans back after a bit, panting softly, his glossy eyes blown wide as he studies my face. he lifts a hand to caress my cheek, absentmindedly brushing at the wetness on my skin before pressing his forehead to mine.

"i love you" he whispers, "i love you so much, y/n, and i can't tell you how grateful and lucky i feel just to be able to call you mine."

he pulls away, grabbing my hand and slips his fingers between my own, before lifting our intertwined hands to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of my hand, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time.

despite my current drowsiness due to all the tears i just cried, i let out a surprised giggle. taehyung's gaze is gentle as he watches me, wiping the tears from my face, and i lean into his touch before throwing myself into his arms. he catches me easily, arms supporting my weight as i kiss his cheek, smiling softly.

"i love you taehyung."

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❤️‍🩹 i hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you for reading!

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nishimuraazr1zzkiii · 3 months

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Forgive me if I request wrong 😅

Can I please get a blue bracelet with a ribbon (featuring Sunoo)

And the idea I had in mind was a reader who knows very little about K-Pop (limited knowledge from their friends), and they listen to maybe four songs but don't know the bands that much. Anyway, but the reader who doesn't know K-Pop somehow meets Sunoo and has no idea who he is and they manage to know each other more and maybe either progress into a friendship or a romance?

I thought they looked like someone I know

Order: for sunoo: blue bracelet with ribbon(💗)

Design: idol!sunoo x non-idol!reader, gn reader, (ending hints at a reincarnation(?) Depends on how you want to interpret it)

Summary: you meet sunoo in a cafe when he suddenly sits at your table since it was crowded and you both hit it off, not knowing you were talking to a kpop Idol, you both exchange numbers and become friends or more?

Can people calm down?

You think as you watch people push to get their drink. It was a Monday, understandably people needed their drink to get through the day as for most people, mondays were the most exhausting day of the week.

You were deep in your thought, unaware that someone with a cap and black mask was suddenly standing across from you.

"Excuse me, I hope you don't mind but can I sit here?" The stranger asked you, seeing that all the seats were full and you had an empty seat, you allowed him to sit across from you since his hands were full.

"Gosh, people are so pushy, I almost dropped my latte, can you believe that?!" The stranger suddenly bursting with annoyance said to you

. "Yeah..it is a Monday, people are bound to push, and this is a popular place" you replied to the stranger. "That's true but they dont need to push, they're going to get their drink if they dont rush" the stranger huffed.

"Oh! I haven't said you my name yet! I'm kim sunoo!" He took off his cap and he run his hand through his hair, "I'm ___, nice to meet you!" You smile at sunoo. Mean while sunoo was shocked as you weren't fangirling towards him or asking for a picture, "are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." After asking him a question, sunoo immediately shook his head. "Ah...no it's nothing, there was someone behind you, and I thought they looked like someone I know" sunoo replied while looking at you with nervous eyes and a sweet smile. After that you and sunoo got to know each other better, in the middle of talking sunoo's phone suddenly ringed.

"oh! Let me answer this quickly ___-ssi" sunoo went out of the cafe to answer his call. After a few minutes, he quickly came back inside "I'm sorry ___-ssi but I have to leave now, it was fun talking to you!" Sunoo hurriedly said to you "it was fun sunoo! If you don't mind, do you want to exchange numbers?" You asked sunoo as he looked at you with a somewhat shocked expression before giving you a smile and agreed.

After your interaction with sunoo, 2 months have passed and the two of you grew closer, and you were still oblivious to the fact that he was a kpop idol.

You were sitting on a bench waiting for sunoo, looking around to see if you spotted him. You and sunoo agreed to hang-out when he was free for the week, he said his work wasn't giving him any free time, when you both started to talk on the phone. Sunoo never mentioned what his job was or what he did for a living, all that you did know was that he loved his job, and from what he's described, it was making other people happy. You dwelled on that thought to keep you occupied while waiting for sunoo in the park. All of the sudden someone called out for you, you looked to your left and saw someone wearing a black outfit with a mask and a bucket hat, you waved back

"sun-?!" You were about to say his name when he quickly covered your mouth.

"shhh '____' don't say my name out in the public!" Sunoo whisper-yelled to you as a few people look at both of you.

"ah...I'm sorry, i forgot you don't want me to say your name in public.." you quickly apologized to sunoo.

"ahh it fine, no worries, that just shocked me since no one should know I'm out here" sunoo smiled under his mask "why wont you say to me what you work?" You asked sunoo "no! You shouldn't know about it, its top secret" sunoo put his finger to his mouth signal to keep quiet as he looked at you with a sassy glare "what are we doing!? Let's go have fun! Isnt that why were outside for an arcade?" Sunoo excitedly asked, you let out a soft giggle.

"alright then, let's see who can get the most tickets by the end." You challenged sunoo as he looked at you with determination in his eyes "oh your on '____'! Do go crying on me now!" Sunoo dashed to the counter to but tickets and headed for the machines.

After going to the arcade, both went to a relatively small cafe. Finally, sunoo took off his mask as you both finished ordering. "this day was fun! Let's hang out again ____!" Sunoo insisted

"yeah! We should, if your schedule isnt too packed with work" you noted back to sunoo, sunoo just smiled at you, just then both of your order was called.

"Oh! I'll go get our order, just gimme a minute." Sunoo walked to the counter and grabbed both of your order.

"Hey ____! Have you heard about enhypen! their songs are so good!" Sunoo asked you to see what your answer was and what you thought about his group.

"huh? Enhypen? Well I dont know much about them but their song is a amazing, my friend keeps ranting to me about sunghoon, I'm slowly going insane everytime she mentions his name" you sigh as you remember your friend talking to you for a whole hour talking about sunghoon and his biceps.

After a while of conversing with each other about anything that came to both of your mind, you looked at the time, "oh! Its already late, aish..how could I get home now, there's no more taxi's this hour..." you grumbled st the fact that you had to walk home, which was a long walk "huh? Y'know you could come with me I could walk you home!" Sunoo suggested

"ah no, it's okay, I wouldn't want to bother you" you denied his request.

Silence filled the air around the two of you as you walked around the park to get to your house. "Hey sunoo..why won't you say to me what your job is?." You questioned sunoo while sunoo was looking st you with dazed eyes.

"You should know about what my job is ____." Sunoo replied looking serious which was an expression he never wore, you immediately dropped the topic. As the cold air hits your face, it makes you shiver next to sunoo, when suddenly a jacket was placed on your shoulder.

"huh?! Sunoo wont you be cold?"

"it's fine, you looked like you were cold" sunoo smiled at you.

"Hey ____, I have something to say...." sunoo whispered. " of course sunoo, what Is it that you want to say?" You said hiding your anxiousness with a smile. "...____, I know we haven't been friend for a long time, but-" sunoo interrupted himself to take a deep sigh, "____, I like- no i love you ever since we first met in that cafe, you caught my eye when i first laid my eyes on you, and even though their were a few empty chairs in that crowded cafe, I sat with you because you looked so pretty, how the sunlight was highlighting your features was so alluring to me, and now that I got to know you, ...i fell inlove with you more, all your small habits that I memorize whenever we hangout, how you pet those cats we meet on the way to the cafe we first met, how your lips turn into a pout when you're concentrating on a claw machine in the arcade we always go to, how you slightly shiver everytime the cold wind blows in winter, how I could go on about how much your small habits and details is unimaginable, ____, you make me act so different, you make my heart beat uncontrollably everytime you wrap your hands around my arm when you were cold, when you put your head on my shoulder when you were tired and we were in this very park. ____ I'm not asking you to like me back but I'm doing this to express my feeling and to no longer push it away, I really hope this doesn't ruin our friendship ____." Sunoo finished his confession and shyly avoided your eyes as you were in complete shock since you didn't think sunoo liked you, you had liked him ever since your first hang out.

"sunoo...I-...I dont really know how to say this like how you did but I love you too sunoo, just like you said, we haven't known each other to long but I love how you make me feel safe in any situation, how you're so attentive even if it means you have to forget yourself sometimes, of course ill reciprocate your feelings sunoo" you hugged sunoo tightly as tears welled up in your eyes, sunoo reciprocated your hug slowly and gently, he strokes your hair with such gentleness your feeling of anxiety washes away as he hugs you to prevent you from getting more cold.

Sunoo just then took off his bucket hat, you were star struck as this was the first time you saw sunoo's full face without his hat. He noticed your gaze "hehe, am I that handsome that you're speechless" sunoo teased you while posing like he was a model. "Yah! That's not true, I just saw someone and I thought they looked like someone I know" you reprimanded, sunoo then looked at you with eyes confused eyes and a small pout on his lips.

"Yah! What you said sounded super familiar!" Sunoo covered his mouth with his hands, looking shocked.

" you mean 'I thought they looked like someone I know' isnt that what you said to me when we first met at the cafe?!" You exclaimed, mimicking sunoo's expression and actions, you clasped you hand over your mouth.

"Oh! You're right, ohhh how can you remember that sentence? That was so long ago" sunoo looked so confused.

"Hehe, how could I not remember, that was the time I knew you loved me"

Extra notes: PHEWW FINALLY FINSIHED, the ending was so hard to do so if its a little wonky, it's because I was running out of ideas😭 but i hope you still like it lost and everyone who reads this!

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nokacchan · 1 year

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Scrunchie Stealer | Before School's Out | Kim Seungmin

pairing : kim seungmin x fem!reader

genre : fluff, seungmin being a tease, reader has long hair in this fic (I apologize if you don't have ;-;)

≡;- ꒰ blurb ꒱ : a story where kim seungmin, a popular boy confesses his love for his crush through an unexpected way. 'So does it mean I can keep your scrunchie?'

w.c 3.6k

📎rei notes : this is my 5th submission (based on the voting after 48hrs) for Before School's Out Series!~ I hope you look forward to our next member submission, binnie~ see you guys around~ byebye

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You could never understand why Seungmin likes to tease you. Like any other human being, you get annoyed. However, the reason you never got angry at him was because you have a huge crush on him. (who wouldn't)

Just having him, one out of the eight popular boys of your school, interacting with you, was a literal privilege.

However you start to realize something different about the way seungmin teases you. This past few months before school's out. Seungmin has been stealing your scrunchie.

You never told him off because...*cough cough* you like attention from him.

Whenever you try to tie your hair up in class, seungmin would swoop in, out of nowhere and steal your scrunchie right off your hand.

And it happened again today. It was the 2nd last day of school before you guys were considered graduate students of your high school.

"min~", you whined at him. He chuckled at you as he wore your scrunchie on his wrist. Nonchalantly sitting back down on his seat. The classroom was empty, only the two of you early birds were present in class.

You stood up. Walking to his seat. You stuck your hand out at him.

"Give it back", you demanded.

He raised his eyebrow at you. A smirk appeared on his face. You closed and opened your palm at him, waiting for him to return your scrunchie. Instead he slapped your hand jokingly. You huffed in frustration.

"No~", he chuckled, making you whine. A pout appeared on your lips. He grinned. He held your hand gently, turning so that the back of your hand would face him. He left a peck on your knuckles, catching you off guard. Your cheeks began to turn into a light shade of pink. A laugh escapes his lips, realizing he managed to make you flustered.

"Y-yah, what was that"

The wind coming from the open window, blew lightly at your silky long hair. Seungmin smiled softly are you. He always liked your hair down.

"A kiss in exchange for your scrunchie for the day", he held his wrist up, showing off your satin baby blue scrunchie. You huffed as you heard the school bell ring.

The classroom began to fill up with students. You squinted your eyes at him before returning back to your seat, feeling defeated.

Seungmin chuckled, watching your side profile. He was waiting for you to realize his feelings for you. He knew you like him so he wasn't scared of showing his feelings for you.

A small smile made its way on his face. He remembered the little gift he had prepared just for you since tomorrow was the last day of high school for seniors. All he has to do is hope you will be present tomorrow.

The school courtyard was filled with senior students snapping pictures together to celebrate their last day of high school. You keep your eyes peeled, looking for that boy with the pink fringe. He had texted you to meet him in the courtyard after stealing your scrunchie once again. However to your dismay, you couldn't find him in the seas of students.

You huffed in frustration. Just then you felt something on your head. You touched your head, grabbing what felt like a small box. As you turned around, you saw seungmin smiling down at you. He handed you a bouquet of red tulips.

You looked down at your right hand. You placed the bouquet leaned against your bag on the ground. It was a nicely wrapped box. You looked back at him, giving him a curious look.

"What's this?"

"Open it", he only responded.

Hands in his pocket as he watches you unbox it. Inside the box was a satin yellow scrunchie. A smile appeared on your lips as you held it up. A little decoration chain was attached on the scrunchie with your initial on it.

"Woah...thank you min~", you hugged him.

The smile on his face became wider as he returned the hug. The two of you got lost at each other's gaze.

He caressed your cheeks, not even bothered that a lot of your friends could possibly be witnessing this event unfolding.

"I like you, y/n l/n", he confessed. A grin appeared on his face as he saw your cheeks turn to a light shade of pink.

"I like you too, Kim seungmin"

He let one hand rest around your waist while he held up his other hand with your blue scrunchie on it.

"So does it mean I can keep your scrunchie?"

Your brows furrow, looking at him with disapproval in your eyes. A laugh escapes his lips. You rolled your eyes at him. An idea suddenly came up in your mind. You smiled at him cheekily.

"hmm, only if you buy me a new scrunchie every month", you winked at him, making him pinch your nose.

"Fine, fine~ whatever you want"

The end.

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kcuf-ad · 2 months

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I’ve been SO burnt out right now and need to interact with others rn so I’m gonna do this:

if your mutuals were a yugioh monster what monster do you think they’d be?

Alright! TIME TO COOK!

You my good friend? Well Rokket Caliber, I wonder why? But honestly, I think you would be like a Cyberse Witch or Summon Sorceress because I think the designs would fit your style as well as being severaly broken in their own right.

@thundermarisol is a good question. Maybe Rokket Tracer? I wonder why, but if going on by power and strength, I would either choose Heatleo or Borreload Dragon as they are her favourite monsters from what I have observered.

@sabellabella Black Rose Dragon. Easy. You love the dragon to death and have so many interesting ideas that is almost insulting that I would bring up any other monster, but it does bite me in the butt if I had to pick a certain other moot.

@angel-of-sweet-revenge Goddess Of Sweet Revenge, do I even need to explain why? But also, I think it would be either Frozen Lady Justice or Ragnazero because of Rio.

@blue-rose-penguin-prince Penguin Soldier or Penguin Brave, as you are making a Penguin deck.

@kingboohoo37 I would've chosen a Ghosttrick monster, but now, with your love of Kim Possible, SPYRAL Double Helix, or, Swordsoul Longyuan.

@the-geek-librarian Probably Aliester Of Invoker mainly due to how Aliester reminds me of Lolo and it kinda fits their style.

@starlightshadowsworld There is no snek that looks like Jaden Yuki, but I do think either Yubel or Winged Kuriboh fits you tbh.

Stardust, look I already chose Black Rose Dragon, and I don't want to make two of the same answers. With that in mind, I will give her Photon Alexandra Dragon due to her love of Dextra or Stardust Dragon due to her love of Yusei.

Me? I want to pick Neos, but I think that might be too much, so I will chose every Hero players favourite dude: Elemental Hero Stratos! Plus, it is combining Heroes and wind like attribute of Yuno.

#thanks for the tag!#yugioh #mutuals #moots

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 2 years

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magic-8, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader, yoongi x reader mentions of seokjin x reader, jimin x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook wants to have sex. No one is surprised. But he has... reasons. Are they good reasons? Debatable. However, there's something in his way. A Magic-8 ball that seems to relish in cock-blocking him. Nah, it says. Hmph, well, guess what, ball? Like a criminal undercover, Jeon Jungkook is going to steal you and then there's no one and nothing to stop him from getting what he needs.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; tbh, slight crack; JK talks to the Magic-8 ball and himself way too much; somehow Park Jimin is involved; Min Yoongi is confirmed to be sex on legs; smut (fem reader, very minor D/s dynamics, m-masturbation while watching sex in the kitchen, edging / orgasm denial, m and f-receiving oral, vibrator use, multiple orgasms, nipple play, forearm kink, sucking on both balls at the same time, hair-pulling kink, penetrative sex); noona!reader; Jungkook's POV

no, I don't know how this got to 14k+ words, this was just supposed to be a funny idea and now we're here, I am excessive, I know

“Um…”

“Same question?”

He almost flinched at the succinct, matter-of-fact quip. “Y… Yeah.”

The door closed right in his face.

Jeon Jungkook shoved his hands into his sleeves and sucked on the inside of his cheek, aimlessly occupying himself in the seconds he waited. He stopped sucking on his cheek the moment the door opened again. Same woman, rumpled and perfectly messy hair, big black t-shirt dress with a black and white striped long-sleeve under it, bare legs, feet tucked into furry brown slippers with a small embordered cookie motif on them.

In her hands, a black plastic sphere.

Inwardly, Jungkook groaned.

She shook it.

Frowned, and turned the screen around for him to look.

Nah, said the white text on the triangle trapped in hazy blue liquid.

Inwardly, Jungkook screamed in frustration, wanting to snatch the Magic-8 ball and chuck it out the window.

“Sorry,” she said, shrugging casually.

“Oh… Okay.”

She bowed lightly and closed the door, but not as sharply this time. Gentler and turning away from him slowly. Her eyes didn’t linger too long. It was probably for the best, because Jungkook would feel even worse.

The door closed in his face and Jungkook wrung his sleeves, flinging the ends of his black, oversized shirt into the air in silent rage. He balled the fabric up in his fists and jammed them into his closed eyes, forcing the angry tears back, never hating a hunk of plastic so much in his entire life. The twenty-sixth time he had asked this question.

Every single time, this stupid fucking piece-of-shit 8-ball gave him a different quirky variation of refutation.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, backed away from the bedroom door.

“W-Will you have s-s-sex with me?”

That was the question. Stutters and all.

She had blinked slowly, staring at him for a full ten seconds. Then she asked, “I’m sorry, but will you please explain again why you are asking me to have sex with you?”

Yes, why was Jungkook asking the hot girl that lived in Kim Seokjin’s house to fuck him?

Although it sounded complicated, it wasn’t really. Kim Seokjin was one of his hyungs who lived in a massive house. His parents were loaded, but traveled a lot due to their work. Now that Seokjin was older, well, naturally, it would be socially and financially beneficial to rent out this home with too many bedrooms to his friends if they needed a place to stay. Firstly, it meant the introverted hyung never had to leave his home if he actually wanted company. Secondly, it meant chores could be divided among the tenants, meaning Seokjin never ever had to clean a toilet again as long as he cooked and occasionally did the grocery shop. Thirdly, it meant that if Seokjin wanted to avoid interaction, he could lock himself in the master bedroom on the top floor and tell everyone to go away or he would kick them out.

Work smarter, not harder, Seokjin-hyung liked to say.

Now, why did this particular woman who owned the cursed Magic-8 ball live here?

Park Jimin, one of the temporary tenants, had the answers for Jungkook.

“Oh, her? Haha, get this. Once time, hyung came back with her and another girl with huge tits. Massive. I’m talking melons. I can say that because she literally called them melons. Multiple times. Anyway, Melon girl was kinda drunk, hyung was a lil tipsy, but she was totally sober. And…”

Jimin nudged Jungkook, cradling his hand over his mouth, whispering with glee.

“I’m one-hundred percent sure a threesome happened that night and I’m a thousand-percent sure that noona was the one who was directing everything.”

Jungkook blinked at that angelic face describing a less-than-holy act.

“… Were you trying to eavesdrop outside hyung’s bedroom?”

Jimin snorted. “No. No, of course not. Psh, no. What do you think I am, Jungkook? A heathen?” Those full lips twisted into an affronted pout. “That stupid door is so damn thick. Real wood, for sure. Hmph. Rich-ass prince.”

It didn’t really explain why the woman with the cursed Magic-8 ball was here, but also, it did.

“Anyway, she moved in a week later. Better rent, she said. Melon lady went to school in New York though. How depressing for all of us,” Jimin sighed. “She was only on break for a short while.”

Little did Jungkook know that this noona would become rather important because, some weeks later, he was standing in front of her bedroom door asking the question. Jungkook did not live in this big house, but at this point he might as well have been. He was here far too often these days, asking Jimin questions. Er. Something very upsetting had happened to him. He had needed answers.

Jimin provided him with, well, something.

Jungkook coughed, trying to collect his thoughts. “Erm… well.”

She blinked slowly, waiting for his answer on why he wanted to have sex with her.

“J-Jimin said it might be a good idea…”

She stared at him. “What does Park Jimin have to do with anything?”

Yes, that would be the natural question, wouldn’t it?

“Ah, h-he said… that you helped him at one point. With sex… stuff.”

This was getting super awkward, not because she was awkward, but because Jungkook was trying to avoid being too specific. He didn’t want her to feel like he was talking behind her back. However, she surprised him completely by saying, “Yeah, he was trying to figure out what sex toys to introduce into the bedroom and how to feel like they were not his enemy, so we experimented a bit to find toys and a headspace he enjoyed.”

Jungkook tried to not shrink into the sofa at the explanation. “Y… Yeah….”

She tilted her head at him. “That doesn’t explain your interest in me though.”

“W-Well, I…. I need h-help.”

He flinched as if physically slapped.

Saying it out loud made it real.

“Why do you say that?” she asked.

He bit his lip and looked back up at her, seeing the way she gazed back at him. Not judging, simply genuinely curious and confused. She was sitting on the armchair in the living room, holding a soft plush of a pink bunny and her phone in the other, previously poking around on it before he had sat down and interrupted, taking this chance of Seokjin being upstairs playing video games and the other tenants being out of the house to ask this question. She was wearing a big white hoodie, her bare legs tucked under a thick black blanket with a pattern of miniature red devils cheekily doing various innocently evil things.

“Um… my last girlfriend broke up with me because I fuck like a robot.” He swallowed, feeling the hard lump forming in his throat, unease and bitterness. “Not just once apparently. All the time. And…” He winced, balling his hands into fists on his thighs. “The one before that said something similar.”

“And the one before that?”

He wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.

“We didn’t… fuck. But she said I was a bad kisser.”

“Everyone is a bad kiss and a bad fuck the first time. Hell, the first couple years. I wouldn’t beat yourself up over it.”

He frowned and searched her face for the lie, but she simply smiled calmly back, gently rubbing the head of the pink bunny in her lap. For some reason, Jungkook wanted to fling the bunny aside and put his head there instead.

Huh?

That was a weird thought.

“But you’re not bad.”

She laughed. “Years of practice, young apprentice.” Her lips curved into a playful smirk, eyes sparkling with amusement. “I might actually be awful. You never know.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, frown becoming into a pout. “You have to be good. Yoongi-hyung and you fuck all the time.”

She blinked twice, swiveling her head sharply.

“Pardon? What does Min Yoongi have to do with this?”

He scratched the back of his head. Didn’t she know? “Yoongi-hyung never, ever has sex with someone more than once. That’s his rule.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “What?”

Jungkook shrugged. “That’s what he said.” He mimicked his hyung’s deep, generally impassive voice. “You only need to fuck once. Every time afterword is the same or worse. What’s the point of fucking more than once? It’s a waste of time. But Jimin says you go to Yoongi-hyung’s room or vice-versa at least every week. You have to be crazy good if that’s the case.”

She suddenly jerked her head and stared in the direction of the back of the house where the spare bedrooms were. He saw a myriad of emotions play over her expressive features before she scrunched up her face and mumbled under her breath. Jungkook caught, I do have a certain philosophy, but I didn’t realize… Really? He thinks that, huh? I should ask…

“N-Noona…?”

She jumped a little, blinking at him. “Oh. Right. Well, it would be really arrogant of me if I sat here and said, yeah, I’m fucking fantastic at fucking.”

That’s true, Jungkook thought.

She shrugged.

“I am, though.”

Those sinful lips framed the tip of a devious tongue, playful smirk taunting him.

“I’m an excellent, passionate, wild, rough fuck. Complete opposite of a robot, honestly.”

Jungkook pulled an even bigger pout, furrowing his brows, determination flaring.

“Teach me.”

She let out a big exhale, suddenly standing up.

“Wait here.”

He gawked at those bare legs, shapely and swift, juicy thighs disappearing into the hem of the hoodie. She disappeared for less than a minute, anxious moments of him shoving his hands into his sleeves and tapping his foot, eagerly awaiting her return.

Then she came back with the cursed hunk of plastic.

Oh, innocent him back then, not knowing how fucking horrible that piece-of-shit Magic-8 ball was.

“I’m going to shake this. If it says yes, we fuck. If it says no, you have to wait at least three days before you can ask me to shake the ball again. Deal?”

Why did you nod, Jeon Jungkook? You stupid dumbass.

He grinned.

“Deal.”

She shook it and it said, Nope, not today.

“Hm. Sorry. Next time.”

Yeah.

Next time.

More like, twenty-sixth time and he was still reading, Nah.

“I hate that stupid ball. I want to smash it with a baseball bat, run it over, throw it into the abyss, go down into the abyss, and then hurl it to the moon.”

“Shit, bro, it’s a children’s toy,” Jimin laughed.

Jungkook grunted and threw Jimin’s pillow over his face, yelling incoherently into it.

“Oi, stop that,” Jimin sighed, yanking the pillow away. “What’s this business about the Magic-8 ball anyway? Can’t you just stand there and give her puppy eyes until she submits to your will?”

“No.”

“Huh?”

Jungkook pulled a face and let out a big sigh. “She never treats me any differently. I act tough, she’s the same polite noona. I act cute, she’s the same polite noona. I act pathetic, she’s the same fucking polite-as-fuck noona.” He groaned and smacked his fist into Jimin’s bed, not thinking about what else – or who else – had been smacked into this bed. That was too harrowing of a thought. “Yoongi-hyung’s dick must have her under some kinda spell, because I’m literally right here ready to drop my pants and she’s absolutely not budging on this Magic-8 ball agreement.”

“Damn, maybe you’re right. Hyung’s magic wand-dick must be the reason why everyone thinks he’s sex on legs, because it’s certainly not because of his resting bitch face.”

Jungkook didn’t have the energy to even chortle at Jimin’s joke. “I can’t believe my luck is so fucking bad. This has to be a world record.”

“Why don’t you steal it?”

Jungkook stared at the ceiling.

“What?”

“Steal the Magic-8 ball and yeet that bitch,” Jimin chirped.

Jungkook bolted up from the bed.

“Wuh… Steal it?”

Jimin put his hands up, shrugging. “Yeah, I mean… If you take it and it’s gone, then what?”

Jungkook blinked quickly, glancing at his shortest hyung with the full lips and fluffy black hair. “I… I dunno. I never thought about it.”

“So, let’s say you take the ball. She goes to look for it like usual, can’t find it, and then…?”

He followed the circling of Jimin’s small hands, moving from one side to another. “… And then?”

Jimin clapped his hands together. “Nakey time!”

He furrowed his brows, now hesitant and unsure. “Hm… can it be that easy?”

Jimin laughed, shrugging. “I dunno, but the Magic-8 ball is cockblocking you, so you if you forcibly remove it from the equation, you have already improved your chances of banging the pussy seduced by the magic-wand-dick.”

On one hand, Jungkook doubted she would simply give up on the game.

On the other hand, that hunk of plastic was a cursed object.

“Alright. I’m going to steal it.”

“Secret-agent-mission-impossible Jeon Jungkook about to embark on his most difficult self-assignment yet. Actually, you’re less of a secret agent and more like a criminal undercover. No different from a common burglar, really.”

“Shut up, Jimin.”

Yes, well, saying something and actually doing it were two different things.

The plan was pretty simple, which was about as much as Jungkook could handle. He was a liberal arts guy (at least that was what his university degree said). Following instructions was not his vibe. He was better at this off-the-cuff kind of stuff. Also, his (unwelcome but necessary) partner-in-crime was none other than Park Jimin, and Park Jimin didn’t read instructions ninety-percent of the time, thus explaining why he didn’t cook.

“You can’t search the house when everyone is at work,” Jimin scolded him.

“Why?”

“Because you also have a job, Jungkook.”

“Eh, I can take a day off.”

“You cannot take a day off to increase your potential of getting laid. Not even actually getting laid. Just increasing your chances.”

Jungkook grumbled but accepted that it might not be the best use of his sick time.

“Also, Seokjin-hyung has an alarm system. He arms it when we’re at work. If you’re not a resident, you’ll trip it.”

“So give me your key.”

“He has cameras, dummy,” Jimin sighed as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. “Funnily enough, you don’t exactly look like me.”

Jungkook snickered. “Is it the tattoos or the obvious difference in height?”

A brief intermission was taken as Jimin attempted to commit homicide right in Kim Seokjin’s home. Bickering ensued. Hands were thrown. Unfortunately for Jimin, Jungkook was trained in self-defense and pinned him down pretty quickly.

“Anyway,” Jimin growled as he detached his teeth from Jungkook’s forearm to force the younger man to release him, completely ignoring Jungkook’s what-the-fuck-you-freaky-little-imp expression. “There’s four of us who live here right now. Seokjin-hyung, Yoongi-hyung, Magic-8 ball noona, and, the most well-behaved and polite of them all, me.”

“Don’t associate that plastic hunk of evil with her.”

Jimin gave him an offended look at the lack of acknowledgment to his own title but gave up, moving along. “Why you so hung up about this, huh? It’s not like you can’t fuck some other hottie. You just have to shift in age range. The older they are, the more likely they have more experience. Easy.”

Jungkook grunted.

Jimin raised his eyebrows.

He stuck his tongue out and messed with his lip ring. “This is a lot easier. I don’t need to worry about her being some kinda serial killer or some shit. And.”

A beat of silence.

Jimin appeared under Jungkook’s chin, grinning like a madman. “Annnnnnnd?”

Jungkook grimaced. “You said…” He looked away quickly, sucking the inside of his cheek.

He shouldn’t say anything more.

Jimin prodded him insistently, poking at Jungkook’s temple.

The younger man clenched his jaw, speaking between gritted teeth. “You said she put both of your nuts in her mouth and sucked on them at the same time.”

“Aha! You’re a pervert!”

“What?!” Jungkook roared, throwing himself back. “I’m a pervert? I am?! You suggested it! You’re a pervert!”

Jimin grinned.

“Of course, I suggested it. She’s got that cool and calm vibe, plus she’s basically a porn star in bed. You’re way too scared to go for sexy on your own, even though that’s way more your type than those other girls you dated.”

Jungkook found his jaw flapping uselessly. “W-What the fuck are you talking about, I’m not scared–”

“Oh, yeah, you are. You literally ran in the other direction when she came out her room in that slinky black dress and leather trench coat when she was going to that concert with Yoongi-hyung last week. Probably had a giant boner too.”

His ears were on fire. “B-B-Bullshit!”

“Oh, you want to get me started on the literal obsessive way you stare at her hands when they’re resting on the kitchen countertop, with your mouth kinda open and your round peepers all big, waiting for her to move so you can put your hand in the same place hers was seconds before–”

Jungkook slapped his hand over Jimin’s mouth.

A bird cawed outside.

“Anyway,” Jungkook hissed, pointedly glaring to indicate that particular discussion was over. “So, I can’t search during work. Why don’t you look for it? You live here.”

Jimin peeled the tattooed hand off his mouth to speak. With much effort, because Jungkook was wary of the definitely, absolutely, totally untrue nonsense that could come out of those full lips. It happened just now… obviously.

“Uh, no, this is your problem. I’m not getting involved in your problem.”

Jungkook stared at him.

Jimin fluttered his eyelashes.

Jungkook thinned his eyes and mouth into lines.

“Here, so tomorrow Seokjin-hyung is leaving for a production for a couple weeks,” Jimin barreled on, launching into the (very basic) plan. “He’s going to stay on site because of rehearsals and stuff. We won’t have to worry about his comings and goings. Yoongi-hyung and noona basically have the same schedule. They go to work and come back to do nothing. But, when Seokjin-hyung isn’t here, Yoongi-hyung and her cook together.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows.

Jimin wiggled his. “It’s good for us.”

“Is it?” Jungkook grunted.

“It’s not like hyung doesn’t know you’re on your… twenty-sixth try. He’s cool with it.”

He felt a muscle in his upper eyelid twitch. “Did hyung have to ask twenty-six times?”

Jimin shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s sex on legs, remember?”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“It was something Taehyung said ages ago because some girl called Yoongi-hyung that and he thought it was hilarious.”

Jungkook gave Jimin a questioning look. Jimin patted his arm.

“You had to be there, dude.” He rubbed his chin, shifting focus as Jungkook sat with question marks over his head. “If we’re here, they’ll cook for us, but noona’s room is basically right next to the kitchen. If we try to go in her bedroom, she’ll definitely see. It would be better if we leave while they’re cooking.”

“If we leave, we can’t search.”

“No, no. I’ll leave. You stay in my room and wait.”

Jungkook frowned. “Huh?”

Jimin looked exasperated.

The lightbulb suddenly sprung up over Jungkook’s head. “Oh! Oh, I see, I’ll come over in the evening, and we say we’re going out to eat or something, but you’ll be the only one actually leaving, and I’ll stay and look for it.” Then he scrunched up his face, lightbulb flickering slightly. “But that doesn’t change that fact that they’ll be in the kitchen. Hyung and noona can still see the entrance of her room.”

“Yeah, if they’re looking. They’re not gonna be looking.”

“Why not?”

Frustrated, Jimin sliced the air with his hands. “Hello? Nobody home for at least a couple hours? Magic-wand-dick with magic-wand-dick seductress in the same place at the same time? What do you think they’re going to do?”

Jungkook blinked slowly.

“Cook food?”

After some self-reflection and inner soul-searching, Jungkook did eventually come to the conclusion that two hot, horny people left alone would most likely not be cooking.

At least for some of the time.

Now he was paralyzed.

Because it was one thing to know, but whole other thing to be there.

“Yoongi…”

His back against the wall, staring at the bedroom door that closed in his face so many times, and, right around the corner, he could hear a breathless moan and a deep chuckle. His one-track mind suddenly off the rails the second he heard their kiss. Mischievous murmurs, mixed breath and dancing tongue. His heart thudded against his chest as he heard the sound of moving fabric and satisfied sighs, and Jeon Jungkook finally asked himself – what am I doing?

And then he heard his name.

“When are you going to give Jungkook what he wants?”

A low hum, shadowed by kisses on skin.

“When the ball says yes.”

They… talk about me?

“So cruel. Just give it to him. He’s a good kid.”

“You know that’s not how I do things, Yoongi.”

Jungkook felt his breath catch in his throat. Sparks all over his skin, abruptly too hot under his baggy charcoal shirt and black pants, suddenly realizing he was moving closer to the corner instead of closer to the door, his breath stilling, soundless steps to the sinful sound, his fingers spreading out over the wall, the words on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t say them so instead he whispered to the corners of his mind.

How do you do things, then?

“How do you do things, then?” the raspy, lustful voice of Min Yoongi purred.

Jungkook turned his head, pressing his hot cheek against the wall.

“Like this.”

Jungkook peeked over the corner.

He heard the groan and then he saw it. The closed eyes of his hyung, his head tipped back, layers of black hair spilling in the air, her left hand poised on Yoongi’s throat. Index fingernail digging into his chin, thumb next to his Adam’s apple, the rest spread out over his neck, caressing the fair skin as her head moved down, the sound of kisses and tongue over Yoongi’s bare chest, leaving glistening lines of saliva visible in the kitchen’s overhead lighting. Yoongi’s back arched over the counter, his exhale deepening, arms and fingers spreading out over the granite, gasping as her tongue flickered over his dark nipple.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, heartbeat accelerating.

Her fingers curved, wrapping around his hyung’s throat.

Yoongi’s lips parted, breathing out her name in a low hiss.

Jungkook felt his cock twitch, immediately occupying all that loose space in the crotch of his pants.

Her tongue shifted to her own forearm, tracing a line of saliva up, up, Yoongi’s head falling back, constricted breath drifting out in heavy pants, and then their lips connected in a heated kiss, her hair curling against her bare back, the kitchen island blocking Jungkook’s view of the lower half of their bodies.

Her body shifted and Jungkook spied the top half of her juicy, full, naked ass.

He snapped back over the corner, sliding his right hand over his mouth so he didn’t make a goddamn peep. The threatening moan bubbling in his chest could have been both embarrassing and revealing of his position. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have looked. That was a private moment between two people and he shouldn’t have–

Jungkook clenched his jaw and soundlessly whimpered behind his fingers as he pressed his left hand onto his hard-on, trying to get it to calm the fuck down.

He heard Yoongi pant, “Fuck, already going that deep, hah?”

Jungkook clutched his erection and squeezed it harshly, telling it to shut up, it’s not you, stop getting excited over nothing, you delusional idiot, but he could hear the sounds of tongue and lips, of wetness and desire, of Yoongi’s moans and hers getting stuffed back into her throat, and he was rolling his hips into his own hand, his cheeks burning as he felt the pre-cum dripping into his underwear, slick against the sensitive head, his eyes squeezing shut, and he could see her face, maybe even feel her tongue, this is so wrong but I can’t stop, throbs of pleasure racing up his torso and down his legs, running his hand up and down on his pulsing length, I’m so fucking hard, holy fuck, the sounds getting louder, messier, imagining her tongue flickering out and ghosting his balls mid-thrust and Jungkook suddenly tensed his shoulders, gripping his cock viciously hard and locking his hips.

He heard Yoongi hiss her name and her loud, audible swallowing.

Jungkook screamed in his head as he cut off his own orgasm and tried not to make a noise, his whimper thrashing against his ribcage next to his pounding heart.

A mischievous, deep chuckle and Jungkook could imagine the way Yoongi ran his fingers through his long messy black hair, pushing it away from his smirking face to look downwards.

“You look so good with my cock in your mouth.”

There was a flurry of noise, probably changing positions, and Jungkook threw himself off the wall and turned the handle of her bedroom door as silently as he could, slipping into the room and pressing his body flat against the wall, closing the door just as quietly.

He winced, feeling his boxer briefs soaked in pre-cum.

Don’t listen, don’t listen, don’t listen.

He heard a smokey, drawn-out moan of Yoongi’s name.

Jungkook jerked his body away from the wall, shuddering. He was not about to jack off in her bedroom. That was much too cliché to be doing, even for him. He forced himself to look up.

“H… Holy shit…”

It was a neat room, but it was strangely crammed with a ton of colorful things. Soft plushies with cute faces from various franchises, colorful albums stacked side by side between them, hanging keychains on clear hooks on the wall. She seemed to have a thing for plush sheep in pastel colors. The fluffy little guys were placed all over the room. Lilac, plush pink, mint, sky blue, cute little smiles and soft-looking horns, perched on shelves and on top of a huge yellow sheep Pokémon with a blue face. That one had to be at least a meter long.

There was also a big Snorlax sitting on the floor. Jungkook knew the name of that Pokémon.

“Uh…”

There was a myriad of knickknacks too. On the desk, a light purple standing CD player, rolls of washi tape, memo pads, and colorful brush markers. He noticed that the colors were muted, either desaturated darker shades or light pastel. He didn’t expect her to have so many cute things. She primarily wore black with only a handful of other colors, but, upon closer inspection, he could see the reflection of her in select, careful choices scattered about. Black leather notebooks, a hanging keychain of a black skull with a blank white tag, a strange velvet box shaped like a coffin. Curious, Jungkook opened it, seeing a collection of silver rings with ram skull motifs on them.

He recognized them because he stared at her hands a lot.

“No, I don’t,” Jungkook whispered under his breath to absolutely no one.

He closed the box and carefully put it back.

There were small memo sheets taped onto the shelf above the desk. They had small cats drawn onto them, doing things that corresponded to what was scrawled onto them. Do laundry on Friday. Pick up package from post office. In-office work next Tuesday. One of them had a cat struggling to carry a huge hunk of cartoon meat with the bone in it. Grocery shop tomorrow – ask if JK is spending the weekend, will need extra meat. Underneath the initials of JK was a bunny head drawn in pink pen with stars as eyes.

“Why am I pink?” he asked to absolutely no one.

Jungkook suddenly heard a very loud, “Mmm, fuck, Yoongi!”

He jumped and scurried about, scanning the room quickly. Better hurry. He had no idea how long they were going to, uh, fuck on the counter, wait where they actually, maybe I should go see, no, no, Jungkook, focus, find the ball, looking about the room, find the ball, seeing the unmade bed with the thick black velvet duvet, isn’t that sweaty or does she sleep naked, stop right there, think about that later tonight, to the tuxedo cat plush next to the pillows. It was strangely sitting up even though the covers were thrown back, clearly carefully placed before leaving the bed. Weird. Sateen black sheets and pillowcases. And then his eyes fell onto the dark wood nightstand with a hanging black sconce.

Most people had books, a cup for water, perhaps lip balm.

She had a plush Grim Reaper with a fluffy white sheep beside it, a pile of condoms, and a Magic-8 ball right next to her bed.

“What.”

Again, no one was there to respond to Jungkook’s confusion.

Upon seeing the black plastic ball, however, his eyes narrowed. He scowled at it. Raised his hand and mimed shooting it. Why not? It wasn’t bulletproof or anything.

You stupid piece of shit. Time to get your just deserts.

Then he heard the doorknob turn.

He threw himself to the hardwood floor and immediately slid his entire body into the closest hiding spot. Never had he moved so fast. Must have been a damn record. Too bad no one but an army of plushies was here to witness his amazing disappearing act.

“You don’t want to fuck on the bed?” she was saying as the door opened.

On the bed? Jungkook screamed in his head, clutching the sparse dust bunnies under the bed. You can’t be serious, I’m gonna have to lay here and listen to you guys fuck right above my head? There isn’t even space to jack off down here!

“We can fuck on your bed when they get back. No, I want to get something. Stay here.”

When they get back, Jungkook scowled as he saw Yoongi’s pale feet walk past. Rub it into my face some more why don’t you, hyung, stupid sex on legs–

“The Magic-8 ball?” she asked.

Jungkook felt cold sweat break out on his back.

“You never use this thing on me.”

“That’s because I shake your balls and they always say yes to me even if your mouth is saying no.”

Jungkook’s cheeks heated, cooking his face against the hardwood. His hard dick was mashed between his body and the floor. Great. Awesome. Not now, bro. This was too much. He was getting sweaty in the tight space and his dick was refusing to listen to reason. What else is new?

“We’ll see how cocky you remain after I’m done with you.”

Jungkook heard the drawer of the nightstand open, some rustling, and then.

A humming sound.

“Oh?” A devious snicker. “Here?”

Please not here, I will literally cum on your floor under your bed.

“Nah. Get on the kitchen counter. I have to prepare my meal.”

“So dirty, Yoongi.”

Jungkook faceplanted into the wood as he heard them leave.

His hyung had definitely been carrying a vibrator.

He stayed there for a full minute before yanking his body out from under the bed, face on fire, snatching the Magic-8 ball from the nightstand and slinking along to the floor, reaching for the door handle.

Don’t look, Jungkook.

He opened the door and slunk into the hallway, closing it silently behind him. They weren’t going to hear him. She was moaning in the kitchen, a coaxing hum getting loud. There was a sucking sound of wetness accompanying it.

Jungkook made it halfway down to Jimin’s room before he and the cursed hunk of plastic slithered back to the corner closest to the kitchen.

He peered over the edge.

Saw her head thrown back, hair messy and shoulders tense, sitting on the kitchen counter with her legs spread wide open. Yoongi between them, pressing a mint-colored silicone device against her pussy, his pushed-back black hair against her plush thigh, his smirk visible in his profile.

“Don’t close your legs.”

“Not a fucking chance,” she gasped, her muscles flexing, nipples hard and perky breasts pointing upwards as she slid back a little in ecstasy, crying out, the loud squelch indicating her release, and Jungkook held his breath as he witnessed the shiny, glossy splatter against mint silicone and the inside of her thighs.

Yoongi’s hand shifted, revealing the puffy slick lips of her pussy, throbbing with the force of orgasm. He leaned in and Jungkook listened to her breathless moan as his hyung licked it all up, messy and loud, the sound echoing throughout the kitchen. A shudder flickered throughout her body, her fingers tensing on the countertop, dragging along the granite.

“Give in?” Yoongi drawled, deeper in his Daegu satoori.

“No,” she growled down at his hyung.

“Again then.”

Jungkook sank to the floor, gripping the Magic-8 ball and thrusting his hips into the floor in silent frustration, knowing he couldn’t take much more of this, but he was doing it to himself, and he had no idea why. Ugh, there was just something so good and so bad about it, rolling over and running his fingers over his rock-hard, ignored length trapped under layers of fabric, his dreams and his reality mixing together, so close yet so far, just wait a couple more days, you can wait a couple more days, the weekend is right around the corner…

He crawled back to Jimin’s room, clutching the Magic-8 ball and the last shreds of his dignity.

“How was the mission?”

Jungkook held up the Magic-8 ball.

“Nice!”

He grunted and shoved the plastic sphere back under him, remaining face-down in Jimin’s bed.

“Uh… You okay, bro?”

Jungkook remained unmoving.

“… Bro?”

“I hate you.”

The Magic-8 ball, understandably, said nothing.

Jungkook glared at it. It remained innocently sitting in the middle of his bed, in his apartment with no working air-conditioning unit, which was not a problem right now, but, come summertime, he was going to be complaining every night and escaping to Seokjin-hyung’s house for a sweat-free sleep. The offensive hunk of plastic was completely still, the little circular window revealing the triangular thingy inside it that currently read, I don’t think so.

He squinted angrily at it. “You caused me a lot of trouble. I should throw you away. I could do it right now,” he threatened to absolutely no one because the Magic-8 ball was not sentient. It was just a plastic children’s toy. Jungkook just needed it to know it was hated. “Everyone knows about you, everyone knows it’s all your fault, everyone knows you’re the one that stopped me from–”

His breath suddenly caught in his throat.

From?

Her moan echoed throughout his thoughts, invading everything.

Having sex with her.

That could have been him, in the kitchen. Not Yoongi. Him. That could have been him, leaning back with her hand around his neck, him shuddering as her tongue and lips claimed his chest, him moaning as her mouth covered his cock and slid down her throat, him, it could have been all him, but instead it was his hyung, all because of this dumb black sphere.

It was sexy though.

Watching.

“N-No, it wasn’t,” Jungkook snapped at the Magic-8 ball.

Unsurprisingly, it did not reply.

His heart raced in his chest, remembering every detail. He saw it all. He didn’t look away until he knew he couldn’t hold back his noise any longer. He didn’t want to look away. He didn’t want to back away. He had focused on every detail. Because Jungkook knew he could watch all the porn in the world, but nothing was like the real thing, something he had never experienced himself. Thundering heartbeat, irresistible attraction, need so strong that he almost abandoned the plan and announced his presence, all because…

Because.

“You could feel it,” Jungkook breathed to the air, staring into space. “Passion.”

He wouldn’t say that he hadn’t loved, but there was certainly something he had missed along the way, something he hadn’t thought about, well, how could he yearn for something never knew? He did things because he thought it was right, a good way to express love, and it was, there was no lie there. But it was never like this. Like he was ready to take risks, ready to put his neck on the line, ready to run recklessly into her arms, ready to…

Steal.

Like a robber.

Jungkook turned and stared at the top of his blankets were the Magic-8 ball sat innocently.

It had rolled and hit him in the arm.

The message had changed.

Ask again later.

“I will,” he murmured, picking it up and setting it, circular window down, onto his nightstand, next to his star projector, turning it on and staring at the colorful, artificial, rippling lights as he slipped down into his duvet, landing on his pillows with a flump.

It was quiet, all alone.

Jungkook scoffed.

“I’m crazy, huh.”

The Magic-8 ball was face down, so it was even more unresponsive than usual.

Okay. There’s no need to overthink anything.

Jungkook thought to himself as he tugged on the sleeves of his black bomber, revealing the silver chain bracelets on each wrist. Sniffed his black shirt, checking if it was clean for the eighth time. Tucked his black hair behind his ears. Felt it was awkward and flung the ends back out, covering the tops of his ears and brushing against his cheekbones. Then it pushed his hair to the right. Then the left.

Yeah.

It was going great.

Hadn’t even knocked on the door yet. Didn’t even know if she was in her room, although it was very likely. According to Jimin before he left, I saw her come out to brush her teeth and then she wandered back into her room so… unless she jumped out the window, she’s still there.

“Asking the big question?”

Jungkook jumped and his fist flew up.

Min Yoongi raised his eyebrows.

Jungkook immediately put his fist down. “H… Hey, hyung.”

The other male tilted his head, peering curiously at him with a sharp-cat-like gaze. Yoongi was wearing a black bomber jacket as well, although his had white trim and embroidered dragons in silver thread. White shirt with a small logo on the chest, loose black pants with his keys on a chain, hooked to a belt loop.

He ticked his chin to the door. “Feeling lucky?”

Jungkook scratched the back of his head. “Um…”

In his mind, the kiss between his hyung and noona came up in striking detail.

Jungkook felt his cheeks heat and a small tent pitch in his pants.

“You’re pretty persistent, hm?” Yoongi was saying, running a hand through his long black hair. “Lesser men would have given up by now.” He patted Jungkook on the arm. “That’s a good trait to have.”

There was a certain kind of terror as Jungkook glanced at Yoongi’s hand on his arm and Yoongi continued looking at the bedroom door, as if he too had a question to ask the one behind it. Then Yoongi dropped his hand, tucking it in his pocket and turning his head to face him.

Jungkook did his best to swallow his fear as those piercing dark brown eyes landed on him.

“Something wrong?” Yoongi asked in that smokey, raspy Daegu satoori of his.

No. No, not at all.

Jungkook opened his mouth and nothing came out.

Yoongi tilted his head.

He attempted to speak once more. “Where are you going today, h-hyung?”

“Me?” The older man blinked slowly. “Dunno. Wander about I guess.”

Jungkook furrowed his brows, puzzlement eating away at his nervousness. “Why?”

Yoongi gave him a pointed stare.

Then he smiled.

Actually, it was more of a smirk.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s unease came torrenting back.

“See you, Jungkook.”

“W-Wait, hyung–”

But Yoongi was already turning his back on him and the bedroom door was opening.

“Who is having a conversation out here – Jungkook?”

“N-Noona!”

She blinked at him, holding her phone in one hand and the door handle in the other. Wearing black silk pajama shorts and a big black sweater with a white cat face that had angry eyebrows on a rather neutral expression. “Uh, yeah. This is my room. Thought you knew that. This is the twenty-sixth time you’ve been standing here and the twenty-seventh that you’ll ask the question.”

He stared at her; eyes wide.

“You’ve been counting?”

She stared back with an ambiguous, vague expression.

A bird cawed outside.

The front door closed and locked, indicating Min Yoongi was gone, leaving Jeon Jungkook and his noona all alone in a big, empty house in the middle of the day during the weekend.

“… Same question?” she asked plainly.

Wait. She’s been counting. She’s aware. She knows. Of course, she knows. She literally talked about you with Yoongi. What… What’s going on? She… And then the memory of her moan, her head tipped back, her breasts and hard nipples, the ripple of orgasm visibly traveling through her body, down, down to pale hands and black hair, to Yoongi and that could be you, Jungkook. You.

“U-Um.”

She didn’t move, waiting patiently in front of him.

Jungkook reached out.

His fingers brushed her sweater, just under her shoulder. She turned her head, looking down at his tattooed fingers against black knit fabric. Warmth and softness at his fingertips. So close. All this time, so close.

Almost.

His.

“Uh…”

She raised her eyebrows, understandably looking confused as fuck.

Jungkook withdrew his hand quickly. “Erm. Sorry. Sorry, ah.” He shook his head roughly, wincing. “Look, um, I…” He stumbled once more, tongue-tied. “Ah…” Lifted his head, finding he inquisitive gaze, his heart galloping in his chest, absolutely rampant in his ribcage. “It’s rigged, isn’t it? You’re playing around with me and my feelings, aren’t you? You never intended to have sex with me, did you?”

She held his gaze. “What makes you say that?”

He scoffed, feeling something fall down and crush his heart, biting back the sting of pain. “Well, I mean–the ball, Yoongi-hyung and you… anyone can… can tell…” Why? Why is it so hard to breathe? “And… the way… you touch him…”

His words died in the sudden helpless feeling that ate him inside out.

“I touch everyone like that when we’re fucking,” she said gently.

“Hah…” He wanted to believe it, but, no, there was no way that could be possible.

“I’ll touch you like that if we fuck, Jungkook.”

Her face remained calm and collected, and Jungkook felt himself fall apart little by little, crumbling in the eye of the storm, he had come so far, number twenty-seven, come on, if the answer is no, the answer is no, just give it up, I can’t do this anymore, because I…

Her eyes flickered downwards but quickly returned, a sterling resilience in them.

“You didn’t tell me you have those feelings.”

Jungkook felt a shudder shimmer through him.

“You got me feeling like a psycho, noona,” he breathed.

She smiled.

His heart did am uncomfortable flutter and faceplant.

“Ask me the question,” she purred.

Smooth like butter.

What a dainty smile with the perfect hint of naughtiness. He wanted to scream in frustration and triumph, but that would be alarming, so instead Jungkook screamed in his head and asked the question at a normal volume.

“Will you have sex with me?”

He knew what was going to happen next. The door was going to close in his face and she was going to go looking for the Magic-8 ball that wasn’t there. Then he would have to play it cool and–

“I will.”

What.

Jungkook blinked. “W-Wait, don’t you have to get the thing?” he sputtered.

Her head cocked, strands of hair falling down her shoulder. “The thing?”

He made a spherical shape with his hands, wringing them in mild panic. “The cursed ball thingy.” Shook his hands in the air, miming the familiar action. “Then it says no, and you…” Trembling breath, twenty-six memories playing back-to-back on warp speed, making him nauseous in his head. “Y-You walk away from me.”

She raised her eyebrows.

Tipped her head to one side, whispering under her breath. Jungkook caught – I seem to have scarred him, I didn’t think he cared that much, I should have been more attentive, you fool, get it together… Then she jerked her head, startling him and forcing him to snap to attention at her direct gaze.

“I don’t have it.”

“E… Eh?”

She clicked her tongue, twisting her lips to one side. “I don’t have the Magic-8 ball. Dunno where it went. I thought I knocked it over, but I checked under the bed and everything. I don’t know where it rolled off to.” She shrugged. “I’m not one to lose things, especially stuff people gave me.”

He frowned, confused.

“It was a gift?”

Oh, shit. I stole a gift?!

“Yeah, Jimin gave it to me,” she sighed, shaking her head.

Jungkook’s frown instantly evaporated.

There was a silence so barren that it was completely possible for a tumbleweed to blow past.

Jungkook placed his knuckle on his forehead and rubbed a slow circle.

“Jimin-ssi, huh?” he squeezed out between clenched teeth.

“Yup.”

He let out a pressurized exhale equivalent to a small volcanic eruption. “So… if you never had the Magic-8 ball, you wouldn’t…. You wouldn’t have denied me all this time?”

“Mmm, I think I would have changed it to flipping a coin or something.”

He raised his head. A coin? A fifty-fifty chance rather than whatever-the-fuck chance he had going on before? What the fuck?! He was going to murder Jimin!

She leaned against the doorframe, looking thoughtful. “I think I would have always added some small element of chance to it, considering, well.” She chuckled softly, smiling up at him.

Thought of homicide slipped away, replaced by that endearing smile with sparkling playfulness, an almost smirk that filled his heart with a weird kind of warmth.

“C… Considering what?”

She gave him a rueful pout. “Considering it’s a little suspicious, isn’t it? Someone as attractive and hot as you, claiming some silly girls said you fucked like a robot? First,” she continued, raising her fist with her pinky outstretched. “You don’t seem like the type to care about what others think about you.”

“I-I-It’s sex! How am I supposed to feel when someone says something like that?” he sputtered, ears burning at her compliment. She said I’m hot! And then, what the, am I a teenager, why am I getting worked up over something like that? Yet his blood pumped harder anyway, excitement and anticipation spurred on by the praise.

She shrugged, ghost of a smirk on her lips. “Okay. Two,” she added, ring finger popping up. Her expression sharpened. “It feels like you only picked me for easy access. Because I live here.”

“B-But Jimin said–”

Her eyes narrowed, piercing.

Jungkook shut up.

Don’t tell her about the nuts thing.

The silence was too long. She scrutinized him silently but then continued, seemingly letting it slide. Her middle finger raised with the other two.

“Three. Seems like you have a noona kink.”

His cheeks felt like they had been thrown into right into a volcano.

“I-I-I don’t – you fuck Yoongi!”

She blinked.

Veeery slowly.

Now Jungkook wanted to throw himself into a volcano.

“… Hyung. Y-Yoongi-hyung,” he squeaked.

Mmm, mmm, mmm. Yes, adding the honorific here will save you.

Her expression contorted a little and her index finger half-raised before Jungkook’s hand shot out and grabbed hers, cramming all the fingers back down to her palm, panic coursing through him, oh my God, this is all going to shit, “Ah, j-just, no more fingers, I’m sorry, yes, I have a noona kink, whatever it takes, I don’t fucking know, okay, it’s not because you’re easy access, it’s because I really, truly, never felt so much desire for a person in my life and you haven’t even touched me, but y-you’re the only one that has never made me want and I don’t know how it happened, it drives me crazy, your…”

His breath caught in his throat.

His fingertips caressed the back of her knuckles.

“Hands.”

His eyes slowly, slowly shifted up, to hers, to a smile with a shadow of deviousness that made his heart race.

“Your hands.”

He held on, maybe the only time he would ever touch her hand after this disaster of a moment. “They must…” he said shakily, squeezing her hand under his. “They must make him feel so good and it’ll never…” He didn’t want to let go, but he had to.

Had to.

“It’ll never be me,” he breathed, voice breaking.

Let go.

Jungkook let go.

Her hand opened and captured his wrist.

His eyes widened.

She yanked him forward, making him stumble and collide, the soft scent of brown sugar and sweet coffee drifting up from the collar of her sweater, his lips parting and her closing the distance, pressing her thumb against his wrist, tracing the silver chain bracelet, her mouth centimeters from his.

“He likes the hands,” she chuckled, seductive and intoxicating. “But mostly Yoongi likes the kiss.”

She pressed her lips to the underside of his lower lip, right at the center.

Jungkook shivered, stunned and jumbled, almost thinking she had missed somehow, accidentally kissing the mole under his lower lip, but there was clear intention, a delicate press of such subtle sweetness that all nervousness inside him crumbled, tumbling onto the contented sigh that escaped from her lips, lost in her touch, the light presses up the side of his mouth, right to his lip ring, her breath shallowing, hitched with threads of arousal that seeped into him too, a puppet to her taste, his inhale extracting from her exhale and then her lips touched his.

She tilted her head and kissed him fully.

It was the varying pressure of tenderness and insistence, as if she was holding back, as if she was so close to breaking and smothering him with desire but she was feeding it to the slowly, building it layer by layer, flickers of tongue and whispers of moans slipping between their lips, her thumb rubbing his palm, her other fingers caressing the back of his hand, multiple sensations like sparks catching fire. Her other hand slipped under his bomber jacket, ghosting over the fabric, the oversized fit keeping air between his shirt and his body, and then she pressed down onto the small of his back, coaxing his body to hers, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Her tongue traced the entrance of his mouth, stroking his lip ring, sliding back, breathing in, humming in approval at his scent. Pressing deeply, swallowing his shivering cry. A pleased murmur and she drew back, her eyes slowly opening, smug smirk dancing on her lips.

Jungkook panted, slack-jawed.

No fucking wonder Yoongi broke his own rule. I would murder to be kissed like that again.

“What… What the hell was that?” he breathed, voice slurred and deep, suddenly aware that his Busan satoori was drawn out in as his mind swirled.

“A kiss,” she quipped playfully.

“That,” he rasped, shooting her an indignant look. “Is complete and utter bullshit. Who the fuck kisses like that?”

She smiled, enigmatic and sly. “Me.”

He narrowed his eyes, turning his hand in hers, intending to grab it tightly, but then her fingers slipped between his, intertwining and locking, palm to palm, and he held on tight, forgetting what he was going to say. She filled the silence for him, speaking softly between them.

“You have a nice kiss.”

“I… I do?”

She nodded, leisurely smile and stroking his back. “It’s earnest. Simple. No frills or tricks. Just you.”

He frowned slightly, knitting his brows together. “That… That doesn’t sound very exciting though. It’s nothing like yours, so…” He struggled, finding no word concise enough. “Dynamic. Intoxicating. Addictive.”

The side of her lips quirked up. “No one ever kiss you like that?”

He stared into her eyes, full of mirth and reflecting his wonder. Shook his head.

“Hm. No one ever wanted to fuck you like an animal, then.”

She held his hand, her other on his waist, two dancers attuned to the symphony of passion, her lashes lowering, leaning in again, murmuring his name and he found his lips breathing hers, reaching out himself, hesitant, is this my place, and her lips pressed just under his again, smile to his skin.

“Do you think I was meant to fuck you?” she mumbled.

“The Magic-8 ball didn’t think so,” Jungkook spat bitterly.

She chuckled, her laughter feathering against his chin.

“I really hate that thing,” he muttered. “It was so mean to me.”

“Mmm…” She dotted light kisses on his lips, each one a lingering wish for more, more. “There’s something about the anticipation though, isn’t there? The uncertainty, the wait, the denial, the almost and then the yes.”

Kissing him again and he was lost in it once more, more intense this time, her tongue darting into his mouth, quick and teasing, tugging on his hand in hers, rolling her body into his, layers of fabric preventing the full sensation, but there it was, the anticipation, the uncertainty, the wait, his gasp trapped in her mouth and then the sharp break of the kiss, her tightly sucking on his lower lip and immediately releasing him, sending a ripple of want through his veins, the whine tumbling out of him, the denial, the almost, and her smile, tugging him in her bedroom.

“You’ve never been in here, huh?”

His eyes shifted, seeing the familiar plushies and pastel colors mixed with flourishes of black and strangely cute occult.

“Erm…”

“You think I have too much stuff, huh?” she chuckled, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out her phone, and he started slightly, he must have been too focused on the kiss to even notice she had slipped it in there to hold him by the waist. “When I like something, I get a lot of it.” She placed her phone on her desk, gliding back to him on light steps, standing in front of him once more.

“Ah… yeah, me too, the hyungs make fun of me because I have a lot of Bluetooth speakers,” Jungkook said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “There’s a lot of choice out there.”

She ticked her head, smiling, a little death that tumbled his consciousness into a worrying mix of lust and desperation now that he had a hint of what those lips could do.

Her hand lifted.

Fingertips grazing his jaw.

He almost moaned, but bit it back, keeping eye contact.

“Sometimes there’s only one choice. One-of-a-kind.”

She smirked.

Fuck, I can’t take much more of this, I think I’m gonna cream in my pants if she keeps talking like that.

Her thumb stroked his cheekbone, her smile creeping into her eyes, glittering orbs of sweetness mixed with wickedness, like brown sugar and strong coffee, the perfume drifting off her wrist to his nose. Her middle finger toyed his earrings, the fingernail dragging down the curve of his ear.

“I don’t like half-assing anything,” she admitted, apologies in her expression. “I don’t like giving up, I don’t like giving in, and I don’t like not giving my all.”

Small snicker.

She’s so fucking pretty when she looks a little evil.

“What about you?”

Jungkook smirked back, the thrill of excitement burning strong within his core.

“Me neither.”

She grinned. “That’s good. I promise to listen to you tell me it’s too much.”

“Okay–”

Her hand glided down his jaw and outlined his neck, following the tendons and muscle. He cut himself off, eyes widening, his heart leaping into his throat, transfixed on her exploring expression. The way she looked at him, like he was tactile art, caressing his skin with her fingertips.

Her fingers wrapped around his neck.

He held his breath.

But she didn’t tighten her grip, only loosely holding, her lashes slowly lifting, seconds ticking past and then she made eye contact. Something hazy and dark in those eyes. Her lips parted, lightly licking the side of her lip.

“Sorry,” she breathed out, strangely shallow, and Jungkook found himself hanging onto every word, fascinated by the way she formed them, collected but barely so, keeping him at arm’s length. “I’m not going to choke you. I… wanted to see you like this. For myself.”

That smile, honest with a flair of mischief.

“I know it’s selfish.”

He remembered her hand around Yoongi’s throat, her fingers splayed, her nails digging into that handsome pale neck, owning it, you could own me too, his blood burning hotter, remembering her touch on someone else, and Jungkook looked down at her clothed arm extended towards him, their bodies separated by too much space. His whisper was heavy and laced with lust.

“Does it…”

Looked up, tilting his head, letting his black hair fall over one eye.

“Turn you on, noona?”

So close.

“I want to please you too,” Jungkook murmured.

She caressed his neck, nicking her fingernails against the sides of his neck, making him gasp.

“When did I please you?” she purred, dream-like, her touch, her voice, her gaze, bringing him somewhere else, her other hand dancing up his chest, rippling the fabric against his skin. “Tell me.”

“All the time.” Shivering, watching her free hand pause and rest on his chest, outlining his pecs through the jersey fabric. “Especially when I’m alone.” Her moan ringing in his ears, right there in the kitchen counter, meters away from him. “It’s so sexy, the way you move and sound, like you feel pleasure everywhere and it makes me want to feel it too, makes me want to touch myself and pretend that it’s you taking my clothes off…”

Her hand on his neck tugged and he looked up, blinking slowly, somewhere between memory and reality, but she only pushed him down slightly and tipped his chin up, forcing him in an awkward crouching position to kiss him. Slow, sensual, flicking tongue and plush lips, mumbling against his open mouth.

“Mmm, you’re such a fucking dream, a pretty face thinking such dirty things,” she purred, removing her hand from his neck and he whimpered, feeling lost, but she kissed the side of his mouth, chuckling softly. “Is there more? Tell me there’s more. Make me want you, Jungkook.”

Her hands on his shoulders, pushing down his jacket.

“I…”

She tossed it into her desk chair, taking his forearm and straightening him, running her fingers against the colorful tattoos of his inner arm.

“I see your hands,” he breathed, watching and feeling her fingertips graze the black on his inner elbow. “A-And I imagine them touching my cock. Your fingers wrapping around me and, f-fuck,” he gasped, his face burning, seeing her hand drift, skimming over his black shirt, lower. “I get so hard, it’s so w-wrong, but sometimes…”

She hovered her palm over his erection, so close, her lips against his ear because his head had fallen maybe shame, maybe need to watch, maybe both, he was going crazy, feeling like a psycho, recalling how it felt in the hallway just outside this door, stroking his leaking cock through his pants and edging himself while watching their sex in the kitchen, he was a bad boy, I shouldn’t have done that, but it had just felt so good, so fucking good that he went home and got himself off for real, thinking about it again, dragging down his cum-soaked underwear and pumping his throbbing length punishingly tight, imagining it was her hand and her voice in his ear.

“It’s okay. You can’t help it.”

Her hand pressed into his crotch and he moaned at the feeling of her fingers encircling his stiff length trapped under layers of fabric, his forehead hitting her shoulder, feeling the wet, slick spot already forming underneath the tip.

“Roll your hips. Let me feel you.”

Mirroring himself days before, but instead of his own hand, it was hers. “F-Fuck…” So much better, rubbing him with each rock of his hips, hooking her fingers under the head and squishing the pre-cum against the sensitive skin. He whined and looked up. Instantly, her free hand rose, grasping his chin firmly and gently, and he saw her smirk, white teeth catching the edge of her lower lip.

“Don’t be afraid,” she nudged, sliding a finger over his chin and tugging down. “Make your noises. Talk to me.”

He was going to say something stupid, he knew it, so he simply moaned instead, humping her hand in the middle of her bedroom, with force and with speed, too impatient to wait any longer, not enough friction so he begged for more in small whines, hoping his pleas reached his teary eyes.

“Just like this?” she hummed, twisting her palm from side to side, alternating the pressure and the tightness, keeping him on the edge. “You fuck your hand like this and think about me?”

Think about you?

Jungkook bit his lower lip, feeling the ripple of desire flow through him.

I watched you and him.

He winced, feeling his cock lurch in his pants.

Fuck.

A slow smirk grew on those sinful lips. “Oh?”

Breathing hard, his chin gripped by her hand, and she squeezed him below, forceful but not too tight, tearing a gasp out of him. A pulse of tightness, pressing two fingers into his balls, and he yelped, jerking in her hand, then immediately knocking his hard-on into her touch again, hoping she got the hint.

“Y-You surprised me…” he got out, reaching for her hands again, touch me again, don’t stop, I’m okay, please…

She let go of his chin.

Grabbed the bottom of his shirt and jammed it into his abdomen, pushing up, up, hot friction and sudden shock, his arms lifting as she cocked her head.

“Take it off.”

He scrambled with the bunched-up fabric, yanking it up and over his head hastily. Tossed it aside, knocking over plushies, “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry,” but she knocked his hands down and seized his wrists, slamming them down to his sides with vicious force.

“A-Ah!”

She hovered in front of him.

Calm, succinct, matter-of-fact.

“You watched Yoongi and I fuck in the kitchen, didn’t you?” she said, staring into his eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes almost popped out of his head.

“N-N-No!”

She ducked down and planted her tongue right on his sternum, looking up at him as she licked his chest, hot and wet and sensual, creating glossy lines of spit across and up to his collarbones, deliberate, expressionless.

“I thought I saw your eyes,” she chuckled, dark and deep, flicking his nipple with the tip of her tongue and the moan tumbled out of him, embarrassingly loud, so fucking wrong, but so was sucking on his nipple and raking her teeth over it, his body writhing in want, pressing to her lips, wanting more, and her thigh hit his thigh, knocking him back into place. “Your black hair and big eyes curiously watching what your hyung and noona were doing, huh?”

Fuck, I’m an idiot, stupid dummy Jungkook, couldn’t you keep your big peepers to yourself?!

“I-I-I didn’t mean to… it j-just happened, I–”

She drew a circle on his chest and planted a sloppy kiss right in the center, above his skyrocketing heart, and Jungkook suddenly had the image of her doing that to the head of his cock and he was fucked, completely and utterly fucked.

“Did you like what you saw?” she asked serenely, her hands crawling up to his forearms, gripping them tight.

He could barely breathe and he was a shit liar.

“Y-Yes…”

She hummed, nodding lightly.

“Flex for me.”

Jungkook blinked. “Um…” He tried to tense his chest.

She shook her head.

“Your arms.”

“Oh.” Tucked his lower lip in between his teeth and made fists, checking to make sure his arms were flexed. It was hard to see on his right arm from his tattoos, but it was easy to see on his left, sculpted muscle bulging at his insistence. “If I could raise my arms, you could see my bic–”

She sucked in a slow breath, caressing his hard forearms, and then let it out, steady, rolling her hips into his thigh, her self-satisfied sigh washing over his wet, naked chest.

“O-Oh.”

He had never felt like a third wheel to his own forearms before, but there was a first for everything.

Her head rolled back, squeezing his tense arms underneath her demanding grip. Tighter. Unyielding. Almost crushing.

“A-Are you mad, noona?” he squeaked.

Her head tilted back, and there it was, open-mouthed smile, naughty and obscene. Sparks burned through his blood at her pornographic expression – her glistening pink tongue hanging out, messy hair over part of her face, eyes glittering with genuine mischievous mirth.

“No.”

She let go of his arms.

“Watch more. Need me more. Want me until you can’t take it anymore and then come give me your crazy, dirty, sexy side.”

She dragged him down and Jungkook sank to his knees, and, this is it, she’s got me, fuck, grabbing him by the waistband of his pants and sliding him on the hardwood, pushing him down, his back hitting the sudden cold, her body over his, pushing her hair to one side and kissing him, deep and harsh, messily thrusting her tongue into his lips and mashing his moans into his throat, his nose saturated with sugar and coffee, I’m crazy, why am I so fucking hard being roughed around like this, whining when she sucked on his lower lip, tight and then sharply letting go. His head snapped back, half a breath, looking up at that gentle smile appreciating his disheveled state.

“Feeling a little psycho, Jungkook?”

If only you were in my head.

He smirked, panting.

“All your fault, noona.”

She blew him right there on her bedroom floor.

Right there on the hardwood, pinning his body down and kissing her way to his crotch, trailing desire and placid licks, the slow contrasting the sharp of her fingernails digging into his side and dragging down, crashing pleasure and pain, his mind reeling, unsure what to focus on, so much to feel, a balance of delicate and danger. “Take these off,” and Jungkook practically ripped his pants and underwear off, the quiet order more than enough, her breathy laugh drifting above him as he nearly smacked her in the face with his clothes.

“S-Sorry!”

He chucked them behind him and heard a fwoomp and then plup, plup, plup.

He jerked his head, seeing fallen plush sheep and a faceplanted Snorlax.

“Shit, I’m so sorr–aaah!”

She shoved her hand onto the base of his abs and swallowed his cock.

He swiveled back, smacking his palms down, gasping as his bare ass hit the floor, cold, but, fuck, her mouth was so warm, so soft, her lips cupping the head, her tongue rubbing the underside, lapping rapidly, rolling wave after rolling wave of pleasure, not even the whole thing in her mouth yet and he was already crazy, his chest rippling from the sensation, her eyes watching him lazily, molding the curve of her tongue to the tip and rubbing all over.

“P… Please…”

He tried to thrust his hips up and she pushed down on his lower belly, cocking an eyebrow, her tongue popping out and licking around his length in a slow circle, plush lips still loosely encasing him.

Jungkook felt his heart leap to his throat and his cock bob in the warm wetness.

She slurped and planted a wet, sloppy kiss onto the dark purple-red head of his cock, string of spit snapping as she retreated.

If I was hyung, I’d fuck every week too. Hell, every fuckin’ day.

She tilted her head, licking along his length, her hand sliding down from his abs and lightly tipping his cock up, thick and hard and covered with her saliva, and she curled her tongue around his balls. Took one in her mouth. Hot, slick bliss. Sucked, nice and slow. Flexed her tongue against the surface, smooth and expansive. Opened her mouth wider, sucking on the skin a little more.

Scooped his other one into her mouth, stuffing her cheeks with his nuts.

“H… Holy fuck.”

She wrapped her fingers around his length and bobbed her head back and down, sucking on his balls and licking in between them, creating a pocket to shove her tongue into, pumping his cock with the same pace, and he could feel the rhythm, the movement of her head, her lips holding him, tongue thrusting, hand on his cock.

Her eyes watching him, looking amused and smug.

Would be trouble if he went pop just like that, so Jungkook locked his jaw and whimpered, trying not to feel too much but it was so hard, the situation and his dick. It was ruining him, his balls in her mouth and her expert touch, his eyelids fluttering, he was losing, no, please, her tongue swirling around now, oh, I’m so fucked, and then she popped her mouth off in wet, sloppy pops, one by one, sending shivers and shocks to cut through his climb to orgasm.

“T…Thanks, I didn’t w-want to c–”

His sputters were cut off because she swallowed him as deep as humanly possible and stuck her tongue out from her lips to poke at his nuts.

“Fuck!”

His dignity tried to come up with something better than fuck as his declaration of delight, but sanity was in short supply, especially as she started to move up and down, one hand elegantly on her hair to hold it back as her other hand anchored herself on his thigh, all while she heedlessly rammed his dick into the back of her throat, slapping her tongue against the base of his cock with every descent.

Sanity?

What sanity?

His eyes actually rolled back as her tongue slid back into her mouth and began teasing the thin skin right under the slit, her lips tightening, trapping him in a veil of slick wetness with complete precision. He was slipping, elbows giving out, his sweaty hair touching the floor, moans tumbling out of him shamelessly, his fingers pressed to the floor, nothing to hold on to, not even a dust bunny, lost in warm and wet and constricting and insistent, and he could do nothing, wanted to do nothing, leaving himself at the mercy of overwhelming passion, feeling so much and wondering why it had never been like this, giving him everything all at once.

There had been so many things to worry about, if he looked good, if he made the right sounds, if he was doing the right things, and now Jungkook had no time to think about any of that because he was feeling too fucking good to be thinking.

His mind went blank and he managed to choke out his words.

“A-ah, no, I’m gonna c-cum!”

It hit him so hard that he gasped, forcing the air out of his own lungs, smacking his fist down on the wood and feeling the orgasm shoot out of him, powerful pumps straight down her throat and she paused, pushing down, and then he was overcome with chills as he felt the twitching head squish into his own cum at the back of her throat, the head throbbing, more dribbling out and pooling around his cock, her tongue curling to hold it, scooping it against gravity’s will.

Ecstasy radiated through him, pulsing levels of high, his body flinching at its power.

Jungkook groaned her name, drawn-out, wanton and gravelly, feeling her swallow and ghost her tongue over his trembling cock.

Hyung, I will literally box you to have my dick sucked like that again.

She turned her head and ran the oversensitive skin against the roof of her mouth, turning him into a whining mess.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

All the way up and she lazily lapped at the head again, looking down at him with a peaceful expression as he gazed back at her, hazy and wrecked.

“Can you get on the bed?” she asked, sounding muffled with a mouthful of dick. “I wanna get fucked.”

“Y-Yeah…”

Seconds later, after she got off him, Jungkook realized he had the walking capacity of a baby fawn. It was as embarrassing as one might think. He nearly faceplanted onto the bed, scrambling on the rumpled black velvet duvet, clutching it before freezing, staring at the pillows at the top. There was the familiar tuxedo cat plush.

Next to it, the pink bunny plush that she had been holding when he had asked the first time.

They flopped against each other, side by side.

Jungkook stared at the cat and bunny plush. Completely naked, half-on, half-off the end.

Hands smacked his ass and grabbed it, spreading it apart.

“Ah!”

He threw himself forward, spinning around, his ears and neck growing hot at being exposed so fully. She smirked, open-mouthed and flickering tongue.

“It was a nice picture,” she teased.

Now his (facial) cheeks burned. “W-W-What, wait, what d-do you mean?”

Instead of answering, she crossed her arms and snatched the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head, her perky tits bouncing, hard nipples poking straight out in the air. Up and over her head, dropping it by her side, running a hand through her hair.

Jungkook stared with his mouth open.

Her brows furrowed a little.

“Hm?”

He sensed her slight displeasure. “Wha? What did I do? Did I do something wrong?”

She hesitated, but her lips formed a small pout. “You really must have seen everything, hah. You’re the only person who didn’t give me a good verbal reaction upon seeing my boobs for the first time.”

What?

And he almost laughed, but held it in, fuck, so cute, her looking away and he could see she was telling herself it wasn’t a big deal but it bothered her all the same, a little irrational thing, so he reached out and touched her arm, her head snapping back to give him her full attention again.

He smiled, tugging lightly.

“I didn’t see them up close yet, though.”

He saw the inner struggle, and yet she stepped closer to him all the same, sliding between his open legs gracefully, black silk of her shorts against his thighs. He skimmed his fingers along her sides, copying her earlier movement. Her eyes watched him with apparent neutral interest and he held her gaze, not yet looking down.

He remembered her back arching, the perfect shape of her breasts above Yoongi’s head.

“Your tits looked so fucking good when you came, noona.”

The side of her lips curved upwards.

Jungkook lowered his head, seeing the ample roundness, and it was better up close, it really was, because those nipples made his mouth water, so large and soft-looking, leaning down and wrapping his lips around one, her shiver traveling through him, they taste so good, what the hell, malleable enough to push around and hard enough to feel substantial, so soft, it was crazy how soft her breasts here, pressing his fingers into them and rubbing her nipples with tongue and finger, listening to her sound. Sweet moans with strength, her hands sliding into his hair, cupping his head, rolling her chest into his lips.

She was moaning for him.

Me.

Jungkook didn’t understand how someone could sound so vulnerable and so commanding at the same time, like she was empowered by her pleasure, running her fingers through his hair and pushing it back, giving him a chance to look up.

She smiled down at him, almost a smirk.

Cradled his head, framing his face with her fingers, becoming art with her touch.

He sucked harder, seeing her gasp, smirk widening.

“Nobody will ever want you like how I want you, Jungkook.”

He believed it.

She pushed his head back, and he whimpered, forced to let go, her nipple slipping out from between his lips, and she shivered, pushing his head back, back, one hand gliding down his jaw, tracing his throat, down his chest, feather-light touch contrasting the fierce grip on his hair, not quite pulling but almost.

Almost.

He yanked on it himself, moaning at the pain.

She raised an eyebrow.

He leaned his head back, looking back up at her helplessly.

“I… I don’t know why I did t-that,” he panted out, whole body alight with arousal.

She tilted her head, slowly licking her lips.

“You don’t?” she murmured. “Is that the truth?”

Her fingernails balanced on his chest; fingers splayed out elegantly.

Breath by shaking breath, Jungkook was falling apart.

“N… No.”

Very calm, very collected, coaxing it out of him.

“Don’t be afraid of the past,” she said quietly. “What’s the truth?”

Don’t be afraid of the past.

He tugged his head forward and her hand remained in place, he was pulling on his own hair, whimpering at the stings of pain that seemed to shift into pleasure immediately, and before his thoughts could interfere with self-doubt, Jungkook opened his mouth.

“I’m a bad boy,” he breathed. “I watched you and Yoongi-hyung in the kitchen and… touched myself, because I… I liked it. Both watching and p-pretending it was me.”

Did I just admit that?

Her fingers twisted in his hair. Light, pulsing tugs, and he kept his head still, gasping, gasps turning into moans as her hand trailed back up, stroking his jawline, smiling down at him, serene and serpentine, sighing softly.

“Oh, Jungkook.”

The way she cherished his name, lightly scolding him and savoring it at the same time.

“You don’t need to pretend anymore.”

She leaned down and kissed him. Pulling his hair, working his mouth, sucking on his tongue, running her fingers over his cheek and neck. Pain, pleasure, possession, obsession, and there was a little part of him that thought, maybe you shouldn’t like this, but mostly he didn’t care because he liked it, I do, the too much being almost not enough, the being thrown onto the bed and kissed down his neck with bites on his throat, I just like it, it makes me feel alive, her poised hands framing his body, down, down, and it was vain, but he felt beautiful in her touch.

Handsome.

Picturesque.

Perfected.

Jungkook did feel like a psycho, but in a good way.

There was no time to think about if he looked good, if he was doing the right thing, if he was enough, mostly because there wasn’t enough time to feel it all at once, lips, fingers, body, skin-to-skin, catching her observing him, precise and piercing, adding crashing sparks to the torrent of pleasure. Her pink tongue cupped around his cock, moving her head up and down to rub it along his length, and his head fell onto the pillows, disturbing the tuxedo cat and the pink bunny plushies.

She kissed him all over and came back up, wiggling her hips. He realized she was getting out of her shorts and panties, but he had no time to admire as she scooped her hand under his head and rolling them over so he was on top, leaving her in between the two plushies, bringing him down to leave kisses he chased after, her free hand reaching over to the nightstand.

And then she held out a condom to him.

Jungkook took it and he wondered, is she going to say the same thing about me, even after all this?

In the middle of opening the package and adjusting it, he felt her watching.

He looked up and she smiled at him.

“You’ll be okay,” she said softly.

Then she kissed her middle and index fingertips and brought them to his lips, pressing down. His eyes widened at the contact. She grinned, a light mischief to add to her chaste kiss.

He grinned back.

It really did feel okay.

For a grand total of five seconds until he started sliding into the pussy.

“Oh… fuck me, you’re so… fucking… tight…”

“I’m very wet, but you are very stimulated and hard right now.”

His neck and ears heated up. “I… w-well…”

Her hands gripped his hips.

“Let me help.”

And then she lifted her hips and slid up to the base.

“Oh, fuck!”

He gasped at the pulsing constriction, his head lurching down, seeing her smirk and her tongue between her teeth, feeling a strange, controlled massage along his length, and then it became very apparent that it was not just the natural course of things.

“Y-You’re doing something down there!”

“Me?” she drawled, licking her teeth. Cocked an eyebrow. “No, surely not.”

Jungkook choked on his own moan as she slapped her hips into his crotch. Holy fuck! Barely had time to adjust his arm as she hooked a leg onto his shoulder, no longer holding his hips and simply springing off the mattress to pummel him from below, oh God, squeezing him and sending tingling bolts of electric passion up his spine and down his legs, so powerful he nearly lost grip, clutching the sheets and following the movement, down, jerking his head back at the sheer strength of erotic bliss. It was less about the actual force and more about how she tipped her hips and pressed every single centimeter of him deep into her soft, warm, inescapable tightness, squeezing him all over, still having the audacity to chuckle under him.

“I know you’re strong, Jungkook,” she exhaled, hot and sultry.

Challenging him.

“Let me feel it.”

For a moment, what if I’m not good, popped into his head.

Her hand shot up and gripped his hair, not quite pulling but clearly in control.

“Fuck me,” she commanded.

So he did.

It was different from any other time. Any other time, he had to be attentive and aware of himself and his partner. He had to be the one in charge, had to take into account the little details, had to worry about his own inexperience, but there was none of that here.

Only pure, raw fucking, doing what felt best. The rough depth, the lewd squelch, her pussy suffocating his cock and his mind going blank at the sensation, not even in charge of his head, yanked this way and that by her grasp and moaning at the pain. His task was to hold up, his task was to go forward, his task was to fuck and she would meet him halfway, every time, every little hiss driving him on, every sharp intake of breath fueling the fire, even all the swearing under her breath as he felt the undeniable throb of her orgasm gripping him and threatening his own, pulsing pleasure radiating all over him at her release, but he held on, he just had to, he didn’t want it to end, it just felt so good, so fucking good, letting go and doing it, knowing it was him that she was looking at, knowing it was him that forced those sounds out of her, knowing that it was his power and hers that caused this sensual sound of their hips slapping together, messy and wet and straight-up pornographic.

Her free hand slid up his forearm, a soft moan dripping from her throat at his hard muscle.

There was just so much to feel, to hear, to see.

He had no time to doubt.

He just had to make her feel good.

Her tongue slid out, licked the air between him and her.

Pushed her head into the pillows and moaned up to the sky, clenching all around his length, leaking onto his crotch and down his thighs, extra slick and sweet-smelling, her fingers scraping into his scalp and skin, her hips flinching, the movement rolling up her chest, inhaling deeply to hiss out to him.

“Fuck, Jungkook.”

Me.

He gave her that orgasm.

Her chin tipped down and she smirked, open-mouthed and satisfied.

It was the sexiest thing in the world, knowing he could do that.

His lower lip snapped out from between his teeth and he groaned, losing all control, slamming his hips down and filling her with everything he had, his balls smacking into her wetness. His cock jerked, and his whole body shuddered as his orgasm shot out of him, pumping into the condom, her walls closing in, his twitching length trying to fight the tightness, heart in his throat and trying to breathe, barely getting her name out, shocking pleasure shooting through his veins, burning a want in its wake, creating a craving.

I’m so fucked.

He lifted one hand, pressing his hot palm to her cool thigh, each exhale shivering, looking up to her pleased gaze and heartfelt smirk, her hand slipping from his sweaty hair, stroking the curve of his ear and his jawline.

The way she looked at him, like there was no one else like him.

“I… stole it. The Magic-8 ball,” Jungkook panted. “S-Sorry.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“You’re not that sorry.”

He thought about it now. Sweaty, crotch covered in her cum, the scent of sex mixing with her perfume of sugar and coffee, his muscles burning, memories forming, craving created.

He smirked, licking his lip ring.

“You’re right, noona. I’m not that sorry.”

She laughed, full of genuinely mischievous mirth.

“Get out.”

“B-But, hyung–”

Min Yoongi growled deep in his chest, narrowing his eyes. “This is my night. You know I own these nights.”

“Can…”

Quickly jerking his head back and forth, looking between his hyung and noona.

“Can I w-w-watch this time?”

Dead silence.

Yoongi stared at him, expressionless. Jeon Jungkook wanted to sink into the floor. He strongly contemplated throwing himself off the bed and rolling under it even though he was completely naked. The only reason he didn’t was because his noona rose from the bed beside him, drowsily yawning and massaging her cheeks.

Oh. That’s cute.

“Get the Magic-8 ball,” Yoongi suddenly said.

Jungkook started.

“The ball?!” he wailed.

He still hadn’t smashed it to smithereens.

It was in his room. Not his apartment. He moved out of there weeks ago. No, the room Jeon Jungkook now rented in Kim Seokjin’s house, the one beside Park Jimin’s room. It honestly seemed to be nothing more than a storage room for Jungkook’s things because he had a favorite bed he slept in and it was not his own.

The older man laughed, raspy and full, closing the bedroom door and yanking off his jacket, tossing it onto her desk chair. It fell right on top of Jungkook’s, covering it. Meanwhile, she found the water bottle beside her bed and took a big sip, still not saying anything as Yoongi crossed his arms over his torso, pulling the hem of his black shirt up.

“I’m joking. Go ahead and watch.”

Yoongi yanked it up and over his head, sending his black hair flying, causing it to fall down over his eyes above his devilish smirk, amusement sparkling in hose dark brown orbs.

“You already have anyway, psycho.”

Jungkook felt his face burn hotter than a volcano.

“Yoongi, he’s not supposed to know I told you everything,” she chastised with no inflection, blinking sleepily.

“Oh. Well, shit.”

The other man slid on top of her, casually dipping his head down, whispering her name with fondness, his voice raspy and deep, hovering over her lips with clear desire. A moment between them, electric and passionate, heavy and loaded, a moment very similar to the one hours before when Jungkook himself was above her. She brought out the best in him. In everyone, probably, but Jungkook knew for sure about himself.

Then Yoongi shot Jungkook a grin full of genuinely mischievous mirth.

“Watch closely and maybe you can join in.”

“Stop flirting in front of my face,” she mumbled under Yoongi, seizing his chin and silencing him with a fierce kiss as Jungkook gawked, jaw slack, quite sure what he got himself into but unprepared all the same.

Damn, maybe Min Yoongi was sex on legs.

re-roll. in which poor JK can't jack off (ಥ﹏ಥ) | yes or no?

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#yoonkook x reader #jungkook x reader #bts smut #yoonkook smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x noona #jungkook x you #yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #yoongi x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

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coquelicoq · 2 months

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9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

i was tagged by @littleragondin! mci mon ami.e !

3 Ships You Like: in a kim dojka & yoo sangah platonic life partners phase rn. god. they would get married but not because they particularly care about marriage, just to bypass the hoops the government makes single people jump through in order to adopt kids, but kim dokja would seriously hesitate for the sole reason that him marrying yoo sangah would make all three of his parents very happy in a way that he would find incredibly annoying.

ok i'm doing another platonic one: moon & ember! i have read the few existing moon & ember fics so many times i can no longer separate them from canon. their dynamic is everything 2 me. bodyguard & anger translator. damaged hottie with trust issues & naive little pretty boy who just wants to go home. moon sees ember as not just a romantic rival but also a threat to his place in the colony, and of course being moon, his reaction to that is not to challenge ember but just to assume that he's been replaced and that he has to start over again alone. ember is everything that moon is not, everything he's convinced he's supposed to be, but ACTUALLY they're both perfect the way they are and there's room enough in this court for the both of them. they are so powerful when they combine their complementary skillsets for the good of the colony. plus i love that every time he interacts with anyone moon is probably thinking, "ugh, i bet EMBER wouldn't be fucking this up"…but also he's defending ember when stone makes fun of him and offering to challenge the reigning queen on ember's behalf! he's protective of ember even as ember embodies everything that makes him insecure. meanwhile ember thinks moon is the coolest person to ever exist and also. extremely cringe. probably 25% of his pillow talk is him subtly trying to convince pearl that moon is just a little birthday boy who should be allowed to be a hugely oversensitive weirdo, as a treat.

people have been rbing some of my cherry magic posts recently so i've been thinking about kurodachi again. i miss them! they're so well matched, so complementary in the ways that they need to grow, and it's lovely to watch them help each other do that. the way that adachi is inspired to make an effort by kurosawa's continuous striving for things he thinks he'll never get, and the way that adachi's apathy for perfection frees kurosawa from his need to be worthy…like ok fine whatever i am listening!!!

First Ship Ever: i have been sitting here trying to think of an earlier ship so i can avoid embarrassing myself, but if i'm honest it's probably ron/hermione. moving right along.

Last Song You Heard: one week by barenaked ladies! what a banger.

Favorite Childhood Book: when i was a kid i had meticulously curated my top ten favorite books, but now i can only remember half of them: island of the blue dolphins, the witch of blackbird pond, ella enchanted, walk two moons, and mrs. frisby and the rats of nimh. can you tell i had one of those bookmarks that listed all the newberry award winners and was working my way through it? lol.

Currently Reading: i just finished my reread of maskerade, the discworld book about the opera, which i had put on hold after reading le fantôme de l'opéra. it wasn't one of my fave discworlds as a teen but i think i'm now in the right headspace for it. enjoyed it quite a bit!

i'm near the end of both the traitor baru cormorant by seth dickinson and par amour by valérie tong cuong. the latter is about a family in le havre during wwii and is very hard to put down. i have honestly no idea what will happen in the remaining two chapters except the nazis are going to lose the war. the traitor baru cormorant is well done, but i don't think i like it enough to read the sequel. (i still am pathologically unable to stop a book that i've started, but i've just discovered that i am capable of stopping after book 1 of a series. life hack!!)

Currently watching: natsume season 4 dub! i just watched the moon-splitting festival arc and the baby nanase episode yesterday. next up is the one about natsume's picture of his parents which. like. let's just say i am marshaling my emotional forces for that one.

also it is about to be march madness! selection sunday tomorrow babey!!!

Currently consuming: the great thing (sarcastic) about living alone is that you spend four hours making this quinoa black bean dish and then have to somehow eat all of it before it goes bad. luckily my neighbor and i have been doing this cute thing for the last ~6 months where we share whatever food we make with each other. this has been working out extremely well for me, because when he cooks i get to eat without having to do anything whatsoever, and when i cook i don't have to worry as much about quantity. i feel like i tricked him into it somehow even though he is getting exactly the same thing out of it as i am.

Currently craving: a baked good i made for the first time recently and then made again two times in rapid succession because i (and my neighbor lol) liked it so much: gingies! okay technically the recipe calls them gingerbread cookie bars, and i just looked up "gingies" (to make sure it's not an offensive term for redheads that i don't know about) and apparently it's frequently used for gingersnaps, but MY use of "gingies" is right and correct and all these other people are idiots. the reason is that they're basically brownies (texture/structure/technique-wise) but with the gingerbread flavor profile instead of chocolate. and "gingeries" sounds stupid, so gingies it is!

tagging @treecakes, @joelletwo, @qserasera, @defeateddetectives, @ctl-yuejie, @deimos-the-wolf, @stupid-lemon-eater, @loreofcardigan, and @dangerliesbeforeyou if you feel like it! no pressure obvi!!

#thank you for giving me a way to procrastinate doing my taxes!!! much obliged!!!#also the reason i just listened to one week by barenaked ladies is because you tagged me in another thing to list a song #for every letter of my username so now i'm just listening to all the songs starting with O in my music library 😂#it's gonna take a while #i started with the Qs cuz there aren't that many of them. but the Cs? the Is? the Ls? bye.#i realize this is not actually necessary in order to do the thing but it turns out to be a great way to listen to stuff #i never listen to. so for now i persevere in my folly #tag games

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‎ ‎ ⋆⠀⠀&.⠀⠀٬⠀⠀❝ 3 : 28 AM : SCORCHED WINGS. ❞ ‎ ‎ ┉

like the wind without her whisperings and the colours wept from all her tapestries would be left nothing but sullen imagery the uncertainty of forgotten things.⠀–— from, “Fingerprints - Hiatus Kaiyote”

&. CHARACTERS: min heri, seong jioh, carter kim. &. WORD COUNT: 1.4k &. WARNINGS: swearing & mention of outing. &. NOTES: not super proofread, romeo & carter can be found at @genav0s :), i may have changed my mind about how i tell heri's story but we'll see

Everyone knew Carter and Romeo came as a package deal. They worked well together and worked together often. A perfectly oiled machine without a single screw left unshined— they would never allow their machine to be left loosely screwed.

Time faded through the silence of dark rooms and empty studios, only the two of them and the subtle bopping of their heads. The silence that enveloped the darkened room escaped down the hallways of Apricus and surrounded the building as if a thick blanket of security.

Never a sign of uneasiness, Carter and Romeo, Romeo and Carter just worked. They always worked. With just a glance, they exchanged a cathedral’s worth of both spoken and unspoken words. With so much communicated in just a look exchanged between the group members, Heri was left to observe on in amazement.

Though conceived of the same star, Heri had never felt so removed from a conversation between three people. Her group never had the connection the Avos boys did. It was ironic was what Karin had always said.

“It’s like you’re each other’s opposites. They started off hating each other but somehow became brothers. The seven of you… it’s ironic honestly,” Was what she always mused whenever one of the boys found themselves enveloped in another dumb scandal. The other four would come rushing behind to defend him for whatever he had done.

No matter how dumb.

Ironic as it was, there was something admirable about the respect the five had for each other.

It was a respect Heri had wasted countless nights longing for. She knew the respect she longed for was only found in romances and stories of Greek demigods whose hometowns adorned them with fresh laurels and limestone edifices. Heri had never met someone who thought her to be worthy of the laurels she too often fantasized about— though she had a running list of those she would dedicate mortar temples to. Carter and Romeo were in the middle of the list, just beneath Karin and her parents.

The Letalis girls operated quite differently. Heri had been the most recent victim of the alienation machine that was the “girl group industrial complex”, in Juniper’s very insightful words. The sudden wave of alienation that flooded her standing relationships with other girls confused Heri profoundly. It had been a few weeks of blissful “what-ifs” and rom-com-level daydreaming that suddenly turned into a public humiliation that left Heri confused.

She would often find herself lost in thought in the space between Carter and Romeo. In those moments she couldn’t help but scoff to herself, reminded that everything happened just because she had a crush on a girl.

“I think this is great,” Carter hummed with closed eyes and a rhythmic bopping of his head.

The dim blue pixels were the only source of light illuminating the panel that lay in front of the three shadows. His words broke Heri from her thoughts. With a turn she faced him, carefully observing the slope of his nose and the tan of his skin.

"Yeah, it's great, but we still don't have a theme song," Romeo muttered. Heri lifted her eyes back to the soundboard in front of them, chuckling gently.

"Fuck a kids' theme song, this is genius," Carter groaned as he stood up from his chair. Heri smiled as she watched the two interact so comfortably with each other.

"That's not what we came here for. Heri, tell him that," Romeo said, his tone sweet and polite, unlike Carter's notorious shamelessness.

Heri shook her head at the playful bickering and spoke up slowly, "They're kind of expecting a kids' theme song, Carter. If we show up with this, or nothing at all, they're going to have questions."

"Whatever," Carter shrugged. "I didn't go through that survival hell show to make beats for kids. I need a break." The door closed behind him before either one of the idols still sitting could argue with him differently.

Romeo turned to face Heri, hands rubbing at his temples, eyes squinted to a near close as if the barely-there light had given him a headache. Heri fought the smile that seemed never to leave her lips the longer she was seated in between the two older males before replicating Romeo’s position.

“Sorry about him, he’s a dick,” Romeo shakes his head.

A comfortable silence fell upon the two idols, as it often did whenever Carter had left an empty space in the studio’s chilling air. Heri tried to fight off the uneasy feeling that fluttered down her spine as she did her best to avoid Romeo’s watchful eye. It was a feeling she got much too often these days. Fleeting ‘you okay?’s met with a gentle squeeze to her shoulder after she released an automated nod, too worried about being perceived as needy to voice the thoughts that strangled every semblance of peace in her consciousness.

“Heri,” Romeo’s brown eyes studied her face, his voice gentle, concern bleeding into the vocalization of her name. “You okay?”

The truth was too much for him to bear was what she had always figured. It was too much for most others to bear. But most others would never ask her every time they saw her. Most others stopped asking after receiving her automated nod and the air of uncomfortable silence forced upon them. Heri figured Romeo would stop asking— Carter never asked.

With a forced smile that favored a grimace, she answered with a whisper.

“Yeah, of course. I’m fine.”

For a moment, Romeo continued staring at her. He was good at that, disarming her when she was more comfortable bottling everything up. She never could tell what exactly was brewing behind the strong eyebrows that shielded any thoughts from the eyes he gazed into.

A break in his observation finally revealed an unconvinced incredulity that startled Heri with how quickly he was able to release his emotions from their fortress inside his mind.

“You sure? You seem… I don’t know, more distant than usual.”

Just like that, the knot that had embedded itself into her stomach began unraveling from both ends. Heri sighed, “I don’t know, Romeo. It’s like everything’s slipping away from me. Like— I’m stuck in this weird in-between, and I don’t know how to get out. Everyone… like, hates me.”

Romeo’s expression softened, allowing her the energy to continue. “I don’t even get what I did, that’s— that’s so bad, you know? I liked a girl and had the nerve to… admit that. And— suddenly I deserve to be outed? Everyone else is so put together with their… love lives and everything, I just—”

“It sucks.” He completed her thought and a grave nod of his head clues Heri into a vulnerability she had never seen from him before. “You’re the only one who’s still putting the pieces together and that bothers them because you’re supposed to know who you are.”

Tears prick at the corners of Heri’s eyes, her eyes transfixed upon Romeo’s. A side of him slowly revealed itself that she had never been lucky enough to witness before. She wondered if anyone had been able to witness this side of him. A more melancholy version that mirrored his namesake rather than the played-up sensitive artist persona that he was more readily inclined to share with the world.

“I’m losing friends that I never had,” Heri whispered with a sadness that struck Romeo with a wave of deja vu he couldn’t begin to explain to an outside observer. He leaned closer, his hand resting on her shoulder. Instead of words, he offered his arms, a makeshift sanctuary for the words that were too painful for either of them to begin to think of uttering. Silent tears fell down her face, only the soft whirring of the machines surrounding them.

She was the first to pull away. “I’m sorry Jioh,” she mumbled, embarrassment settled over her cheeks, turning them a light pink. “I didn’t mean to—” Romeo shook his head, bringing a hand up to her face to wipe away her tears adding, “It’s good to cry… you’re letting go of pain. That’s good.”

“Romeo, Romeo!” Carter’s voice boomed through the space, cutting through the two of them as he fell back into his chair on Heri’s right side. “Remind me to pay attention when you flirt.”

At his words, she released a genuine laugh. Between their jabs at one another, Heri found herself sinking into the chair underneath her, shoulders relaxing and cheeks raised in amusement.

“If this is how you landed that girl from—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Romeo cut him off, a balled-up piece of sheet music perfectly aimed at Carter’s head catching him off guard. “Asshole.”

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 5 months

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🎵 Martinaise, Terminal B

2. "I don't know, Kim, it just *feels* special."

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's a cargo container, detective. Just like all the others." He doesn't even look at it.

"We're not here to interact with containers -- we're here to get the body down from the tree."

Knock on the door.

Open the door.

Nothing more to do here for now. [Leave.]

CARGO CONTAINER DOOR - No reply.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - The knock produces a hollow ring of metal. Doesn't sound like there's anything inside the container.

2. Open the door.

CARGO CONTAINER DOOR - You attempt to turn the handle, to no avail. The doors seem to be mechanically locked.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Trivial: Success] - To your left, the lieutenant considers your actions -- with some puzzlement.

3. [Rhetoric - Impossible 18] Persuade the door to open.

+1 Erratic, yet thorough. +1 Been in the world for two days.

RHETORIC [Impossible: Failure] - Why are you even trying to open a door with rhetoric?

"Because getting physical wasn't an option!"

"Yeah, why *am* I?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Why are you what?" The lieutenant looks startled.

"Anything at all."

"Never mind."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Now is not the time to get philosophical, detective. You can do that after hours."

4. Nothing more to do here for now. [Leave.]

The shipyard ahead is oddly quiet. The great machines are sleeping.

+1.10 real

This speaker tower is silent. There is no work to organise in the yard below.

The musk of oil and rust comes from the chasm in front of you. Smells like blood.

FALN "ULTRA" SERIES GLOVES

+1 Half Light: Unfiltered contact

For ultimate performance efficiency these FALN Ultra series gloves come fingerless and with a grippy padding covering the palms, making these ideal for quadrupedal movement – or for lifting cargo.

Not strictly better or worse than our gardening gloves, in terms of stats. I like Interfacing better so I keep the gardening gloves on.

Industrial sized thermos. Smells like burnt coffee.

+1.10 real

+1.41 real

The banner sags under the weight of rain and show: white waves on red.

EASY LEO - "Container, container, I'll turn you nice and red. Container, container, put the logos on..."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - The lyrics to this container-song are being made up as he goes along.

EASY LEO - "Container, container, used to be Wild Pines. Container, container now belongs to Evrart!" The tiny man is so engaged in his work he doesn't notice you.

"Hi!"

Do not interrupt the little man in his joyous activity. [Leave.]

EASY LEO - "Evrart, Evrart, Evrart, he looks after everyone. Huh... well, hey there!" He smiles. "How can I help you, mister?"

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - The look in his deep blue eyes is as sincere as you've ever seen. Kind of makes you feel like an asshole for no apparent reason.

EASY LEO - "I see you are not a Union man, mister. Did you get lost? You're not one of them scabs, are you?" A shadow passes over his kind face.

"What is it with you people and scabs?"

"Actually I am, yes."

It happened a very long time ago, but this is referring back to our conversation with Manana.

EASY LEO - "I mean, I don't personally mind, folks is just folks, you know -- and folks gotta eat..." He doesn't seem to be waiting for you to answer.

"Just, some of the other guys don't look too kindly on the scabbing-kind, if you know what I mean, mister."

"What are you doing with the containers?"

"Where is everyone? The harbour is empty."

"Do you work here?"

"Are you the Leo, who wrote the note to make more banners?"

"What's in that container over there?" (Point to the container suspended from the crane arm.)

"I'm looking for the leader of the Dockworker's Union."

"Okay, I'm off." [Leave.]

EASY LEO - "Oh I'm just making some covers for them containers here, yes I am, yes I am... So it's easier for the crane operators to spot them." He waves at the containers towering behind him.

[Logic - Medium 11] "What's going on here?" (Look at the mountain of containers rising behind him.)

"Sure. Let me ask you about something else?"

This check might be easier if we come back to it later, but...

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - The containers in the yard are green in Wild Pines livery and the mountain rising behind Leo is all red in Union colours.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Easy: Success] - It's like some red infection was spreading outwards from the container yard's core.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - There appear to be cisterns underneath the Union container covers.

"This looks like a massive redecorating operation, Kim."

"Leo, has anyone told you *why* you need to change the covers?"

"What is underneath these red covers?"

"Thanks, Leo. You've been very helpful!" (Conclude.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes. They're hiding it from the inside. All the red containers have the Débardeurs' Union logo on them."

2. "Leo, has anyone told you *why* you need to change the covers?"

EASY LEO - "No, not really." He shrugs and continues merrily: "Mr. Evrart doesn't tell me all the big things. Says I go and tell them to everyone."

3. "What is underneath these red covers?"

EASY LEO - "Oh I don't know, mister. They say it's some *chee-mikals*. Most of them have labels on them I think."

4. "Thanks, Leo. You've been very helpful!" (Conclude.)

EASY LEO - "Oh no trouble at all, mister, noooo trouble at all," the little guy affirms merrily.

+5 XP

2. "Where is everyone? The harbour is empty."

EASY LEO - "Oh, most of the guys are down at the gates, keeping the scabs from coming in..." He leans in with a confidential look...

"We're on a *strike* -- the whole union is! You don't have to work when you're on strike. Ha -- we haven't worked for two months now."

KIM KITSURAGI - "So *no one* is working?"

EASY LEO - "Not everyone is down there of course," he chuckles, "Mr. Evrart is in his office, where he always is, and Jean-Luc is guarding the gate..." He pauses to think.

"...but Titus and his boys got into some drunken trouble and Evrart sent them on a nice vacation. For a week or so..." He stops -- but seems eager to tell you more.

"What kind of trouble did this... Titus and his friends get into?"

"Got it. But there were other things I needed to discuss..."

EASY LEO - "Oh... I'm not really supposed to talk about that. That's Union business." He smiles and leans closer.

"Him and his boys stirred something up in town. Probably drank too much and got into a fight or something… I heard Mr. Evrart telling them to take some time off…"

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Don't go all *bad cop* on this simple friendly fellow.

"But what did they actually do?"

"Really? Did they kill someone?"

"I have another question."

EASY LEO - "I guess the boys got a bit too rowdy and had to let out some steam. I don't really know the details. That's just how boys are you know..." Another chuckle. "I haven't been in a fight since I was in middle-school..."

+5 XP

KIM KITSURAGI - "Easy, Leo, let's keep this on the Hardies." He looks to you for assistance.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #easy leo

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uglypastels · 1 year

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Spotify Wrapped Blurb Event 2022!

It's that time of the year again! Where I get to out my all yearly listening habits for the sake of your literary entertainment in the shape of song-inspired blurbs!!

First of, before we get into the list, a little housekeeping:

I really do not want this to flop so please interact with the post. Like, comment but most of all, please reblog it so more people can participate.

To participate: send me an ask with a fic request with a song of my Spotify Wrapped list.

The request can be just the character you want me to write for + the song title, or a whole prompt you want me to include. Up to you. It is possible I will interpret the song differently in the fic than you would want, so please be specific if you have any specific ideas in mind

MINORS DO NOT REQUEST SMUT

I'm thinking of writing for more than just Eddie Munson, so expanding the horizon to other Stranger Things characters (minus the kids).

Maybe even other fandoms? but those that I am familiar with, of course. I want to do your request justice <3

Do remember that I am a person and have my limits and comforts, and do have the right to refuse to write your request, but that is never my goal. So let's keep it nice - check the guidelines, to be sure! And send an ask with any other questions or comments youight have about this whole thing

DO NOT judge my music taste. I'm sharing this for fun so let's keep it that aight. <3

If you're a writer and want to do a blurb event like this, I deeply encourage it

I will be away this weekend (3-4 December) and have deadlines coming up soon so it might take me a bit of time to post the blurbs but requests are open from the second this post is sent out!

Let's get on with the songs now. Spotify Wrapped list below cut:

Maroon by Taylor Swift

Keep Driving by Harry Styles

Lavender Haze by Taylor Swift

Kiwi by Harry Styles

Bejeweled by Taylor Swift

Slow by Airways

Suzie by Jojo Macari

Music For a Sushi Restaurant by Harry Styles

Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift

Gone by the Station Breaks

Girls & Boys by Blur

Canyon Moon by Harry Styles

Vigilante Shit by Taylor Swift

Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac

Left Hand Free by alt-J

Late Night Talking by Harry Styles

Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift

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scattered-stardust · 1 year

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bestie bestie bestie. apocalypse au?? i'm shaking. tell me more? (unless it's a secret. in which case i will wait patiently until you hopefully post it 💛)

It's not a secret and I'll gladly tell you all about it!! This is vaguely based on the Dum Dum video, but very vague.

It's set in a vaguely futuristic world where an apocalypse has been ravaging the world for about 4-5 years. What brought the apocalypse is unsure, but what it did bring were these monsters.

Monsters that hunt anything alive, animals, humans anything they can get to. And when these monsters bite you, they release a substance that turns you into one of them, kind of like zombies but it also mutates your body. It turns humans mindless and animals into gruesome beasts that hunt for sport.

The cities have almost emptied out because the monsters hunted there first, because there were so many people there in the beginning. Cities turned into hunting grounds until there were so few humans left that the monsters started attacking each other. So there are still a lot of those monsters left, but if you know what to look for you can avoid them. It's also possible to kill them by shooting them through the head, things like that.

At this point in the apocalypse, Kim and Chay are both traveling alone through a city. Chay is looking for Porsche, because they weren't together at the beginning at the apocalypse.

Kim is not exactly looking for his brothers, but he still believes that they're alive. He's also kind of trying to find out if there are ways to completely eradicate them from the world. But he's mostly collecting samples of their blood, skin. Things that could help explain what they are and how to stop them. He had a crew in the beginning but most of them are dead now.

They meet each other when Kim is hunting one of these monsters an Chay accidentally interrupts him. After that they keep running each to each other. Kim is sort of stalking Chay, but more in the way, he's the only person I've seen in who knows how long. They're both very touch starved and unless you have a crew you also don't interact with a lot of people.

They save each other's lives a couple of times, have sex a couple of times (See touch starved and this person has saved their life before, why not?)

That's most of the plot, little fun facts:

Kim calls Chay, Sunshine because Chay refused to give him a name the first time they met and it stuck.

Chay calls Kim moonshine, because that used to be what Kim's crew called him and he told Chay to call him that. (You do not want to know how often I've written moonlight instead of moonshine)

Kim looks like Jeff in the Dum Dum video except the Sunshine tattoo and the gray/blue hair because where is he going to find hairdye in the apocalypse.

#stardust answers #kimchay #apocalypse au

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m34gs · 6 months

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Tag Game:

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers:

Thanks to @voxofthevoid for tagging me 💜💜💜 I loved all your answers btw. (also sorry I haven't been doing a lot of tag games lately; if I don't get the notification at the exact moment I have both time and motivation, it tends to not get done...😅)

How many works do you have on AO3? Currently I have 87 posted fics!

What's your total AO3 word count? 589 678

What fandoms do you write for? Currently I am actively writing for: Blue exorcist, Twisted Wonderland, Bleach, and Haikyuu!! I also have fics posted for: BNHA, JJK, Fire Force, and Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc I am planning to post more fics in some of those fandoms again, and I have more I would like to eventually write for :)

What are your top five fics by kudos? This was interesting for me; since I don't usually organize my stats by kudos...lol! United - BNHA Hogwarts AU (first fic I started posting on AO3...kinda surprised because I haven't touched this one in almost a year...I just really lost a lot of my motivation to work on anything related to HP, however loosely it may be...though I guess this might have the most simply because it's my oldest) The Ones You Lose are the Ones I See - BNHA au where Izuku has a quirk that allows him to see ghosts (again; surprised...I haven't had much time/energy/motivation to work on this one either) Lost - Haikyuu!! mer au; Shouyou gets lost from his pod and has to find his way back home. I wrote this one in my first 2 years of writing on AO3...I was very into Haikyuu at the time lol. The Sushi Protocol - Fire Force, Part of the Bar AU @kimium and I came up with together. Licht has some very poor dietary habits and once Companies 7 and 8 catch on, they intervene. Unforgiving Winter - BNHA AU where Katsuki and Izuku get stuck outside in the cold as children. (heed tags and warnings)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! I love interacting with people who enjoyed my writing, and I like to discuss my ideas, so it's a win-win when I get a lovely comment and then get to discuss the fic in more depth with someone!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hmmm, probably Unforgiving Winter (as listed above). I think that's the one I've gotten the most comments about breaking people's hearts on. That being said, angst is subjective and I've got more than a few angsty fics (my friends know I was an edgelord child at heart even if I wasn't allowed to show it and I have only gotten worse with my angsty bullshit hahaha)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Not 100% sure. Probably Three Orange Hearts (Haikyuu UshiHina Youtuber AU)? I think that was one of my happiest fics and it has a pretty fluffy and happy ending for me. But, to be honest maybe someone has a different opinion. I started writing more fluffy/happy fics because of @kimium. (she challenged me to do so and I love her for constantly helping me grow in my writing)

Do you get hate on fic? I wouldn't classify it as hate, but once in a while I will get a comment that is worded rudely or sounds like they're criticizing how I've written characters. Usually for those I either ask for clarification because I may have misread the tone or explain what thoughts go into why the character is acting that way. I mean, when it comes to critique on how I've written the characters...the bottom line is I write them the way that makes sense to me and makes me happy, so I always will say if someone doesn't like the way I've done it they can always write the idea their way and have fun with it. Most times this clears up any misunderstandings and I feel like it encourages communication and learning. I don't like to feel like I've lashed out at someone, it makes me feel bad.

Do you write smut? Yes :D and unless you're one of my trusted adult friends who ask me where it is, you will never find out where I post it. Mwaahahahahaha

Do you write crossovers? Yup! The Glorious Bar AU is a giant crossover of all the fandoms @kimium and I decide to mash together! And I am currently working on my first AO3 contribution to our Sort of Saw Franchise AU for Twisted Wonderland. I hope to post it soon! (see my pinned post for links to all the asks where Kim and I have discussed this AU!)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge...but I've also locked down all my fics because of the AI scraping bullshit

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! I was very honoured!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Currently Kim and I are co-writers for the Bar AU and the Saw AU! It's not necessarily one fic, but multiple fics in the same AU gathered in series!

What's your all-time favourite ship? I'm not sure if I have an overall favourite that I like more than all my other favourite ships...Right now, I'm really into Kalim/Idia from Twisted Wonderland. It makes me happy and I have been writing a lot for them.

What's a wip you want to finish but probably won't? I hate to label anything as "never going to finish" because I honestly always have plans to finish a story. I don't know if I have the heart to say I probably won't finish one. I do have a lot that I have taken a long break from though.

What are your writing strengths? I've had people tell me they really love how I write characters in fics, and that they enjoy my worldbuilding in AUs; I like to think those are my strengths.

What are your writing weaknesses? Scenery and describing it. I almost always have to go back and tweak things a little to make sure I didn't forget to include enough of the setting; but I am getting better at it.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I would not feel confident enough to do most languages as full conversations (maybe a little German? though the Duolingo Owl probably feels otherwise based on how long it's been since my last lesson...) but I could probably manage a few phrases if a characters says something in another language in canon (like Rook Hunt).

First fandom you wrote for? Ever? Ever ever? I wrote a few chapters of a One Direction fanfic when I was 15 and it will never see the light of day again. I deleted it...lol. It wasn't posted on AO3, since I wasn't on the archive at that time.

Favourite fic you've written? I don't choose favourites among my children... (Right now it's A Different Kind of Magic; a multichapter Kalim/Idia fanfic set in an AU where Idia has to teach Kalim and Jamil to master their magic before it consumes them)

Well that was fun! I don't know if I have 20 writer friends/mutuals who are actively writing/posting fics to tag (who also haven't already been tagged...lol), so I'll tag the ones I can think of! If I miss you or you see this and want to join in, feel free!!

@kimium (sorry for tagging you so many times in this post lmfao), @collisiondiscourse, @sailormew4, @iluvmilkchoco, @vermillionair13, and anyone else who wants to join! No pressure, it's all for fun if you want to do it! 💜💜💜

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lizhly-writes · 2 years

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not sure if you do prompts? but if yes, then Kyrgios and Dokja interacting in the new game plus au. or just like your thoughts on what would happen.

Hi there. First of all, yes I absolutely do prompts, prompts are always welcome, I love when people talk to me. And now, a disclaimer: I have not read the novel in two years. My memories are a wee bit fuzzy and held together with headcanons. So you're getting more of a rambling than a story, because man! I don't remember how Kyrgios talks.

That said: I totally think Kyrgios would kick Kim Dokja in the back of the head.

Around this time, Kim Dokja is coming to terms with the fact that some real weird time travel shit happened, and apparently in the near future, he becomes super famous and controversial and look, just everybody fucking knows him. He's got new weird skills that he can't even check because he can only sometimes bring up his Attributes Window (thanks, Fourth Wall), so as far as he knows, they just randomly pop up out of nowhere when he needs them to fucking wreck someone. That's a Deus Ex Machina! There's no foreshadowing! This is a terribly written power fantasy, you know?

And then, again, there are people that just know him? They pop up sometimes and just start talking at him. Expecting things of him. It's a weird shiny mirror of his childhood -- people thinking they know him, because of a story he never constructed.

Well. Doesn't remember constructing, anyway.

AND THEN Kyrgios appears out of nowhere and kicks Kim Dokja in the back of his head.

Because hey! That's his stupid fucking disciple. Kyrgios wakes up in this brand new timeline and his last memory is of Kim Dokja doing something stupid and courting death and Kyrgios is going to beat that out of him if it fucking kills him (not really tho. Killing Kim Dokja would ruin the point).

Dude is a transcendent. He doesn't run on Star Stream rules. Scenarios? Feh. Like he's going to stick around for those? Kyrgios peaces out of Peaceland or wherever the hell he's hiding and meets KDJC entirely too early.

So Kim Dokja is sprawled on the ground (again: kicked in the back of the head, fucking ow) and there's this tiny blue man just ranting at him and calling him a fucking idiot and an absolutely abysmal disciple and what did you think you were doing.

"Who the fuck are you," Kim Dokja doesn't say, facedown on the ground. He doesn't convey this sentiment, but that is absolutely his first thought. Then his big, WoS filled mind breaks it down. Analyzes it. He knows who this tiny blue man is supposed to be. He thinks, with some exasperation, who didn't his weird future self meet.

"Master," Kim Dokja says, because that's the vibe he's getting here.

"Who are you calling master, you dumbfuck disciple," Kyrgios doesn't say, because I'm pretty sure those aren't words he would use, but the sentiment would be conveyed. "You are the worst student," is what he probably does say.

Now is probably the time that Kim Dokja mentions that he doesn't know shit. Kyrgios says, "Of course you don't."

The fire goes out of him, maybe, a little. Because you totally can beat the shit out of someone who hasn't yet committed the crimes you want to beat the shit out of them for, but. It's not the same.

Maybe it even hurts a little. This Kim Dokja doesn't remember their history together. Doesn't remember being a scamming scammer who scams (and no. Kyrgios does not think that affectionately. That's what he's telling himself, anyway!).

Kyrgios decides to, instead, go for a training montage, because hey! How can Kyrgios even call himself a master if this disciple of his doesn't even remember getting trained?

No, Kim Dokja does not have a choice in this matter.

Yes, Kim Dokja kinda gets beat up. But hey! This time, it's for training purposes.

"You. Are. The. Worst. Student," Kim Dokja hears, like. A lot.

But it's out of love. It's anger born of worry. Kyrgios, under that stern, prickly, and kind of violent exterior, has a soft, squishy heart that wants his dear, stupid disciple to actually survive the trials that he comes up against. That matters. Kim Dokja gets it, even though he doesn't really like, get, why Kyrgios cares about him specifically.

Good job, Kim Dokja. You've leveled up your understanding of this character.

[The exclusive skill ‘Bookmark’ is activated.]

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rosietrace · 1 year

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[ Nyx Leech idol profile ]

"Don't be shy, give it all your might. Let's both sing our hearts out while the night remains young."

Full Name: Nyx Leech

Japanese Name: ニックス　リーチ

Romaji: Nikkusu Rīchi

Stage name: Nyxie(ニクシー)

V/A(Speaking voice): Tanaka Minami(田中みなみ)

Age: 16/17

Birthday: November 21

Horoscope: Scorpio ♏

Height: 186 cm

Hair color: Seafoam blue

Eye color: Lime green

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Idol Division: [ Octavinelle Division ]

(Former)Corporal Department: [ Marketing ]

Current occupation: Solo artist

[ Singing Voice Claims:

Kailee Morgue(EN)

[ Undecided ] (JP/日本語)

Jennie Kim(KR) ]

Likes: Punk lolita, music, singing, lullabies, platform boots, Octavinelle division fedoras, receiving gossip, songwriting

Dislikes: Voice cracks, vocal strain, seafood, paparazzi, being behind schedule, badly utilized auto tune, badly written lyrics

Hobbies: Singing, songwriting, writing unpublished songs, mini fashion shows with her friends, spending time in the recording studio, rehearsing for her concerts

Talent(s): Ambidexterity, silent footsteps, versatile vocal range, hitting dangerously high and low notes, fast running, flexibility, agility, speed

Flaw(s): Bratty(?), implied to be manipulative, apathetic, slightly rude, ignorant to what she says

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[ Relationships with others ]

Azul 🐙 Casual & friendly, are on good terms and Azul even helped promote Nyx's solo career when she first debuted

Jade 🍄 Casual & playful, Nyx is a little weirded out by his mushroom aesthetic but as long as Jade doesn't criticize her fashion choices she'd encourage it

Floyd 🏀 Playful & silly, they mess with each other a lot and have a lot of good laughs + Floyd and Jade remain supportive of her idol career

Victoria 💎 Professional & respectful, Nyx deeply admires Victoria despite the discourse she had with Vil that led her to leave NRC Corp

Zen 💚 Casual & professional, they worked together a couple times and Nyx finds him charming but doesn't find anything else about him all that interesting

Chizuko 🖤 Neutral & casual, she likes the videos of her playing the bass and secretly wishes they could collaborate in the future

Ellis ❤️ Professional & friendly, Nyx thinks Ellis's ambition to persevere is cute and works well alongside her aesthetic

Yuuta 👑 Casual & respectful, Nyx finds him kinda hot and likes his fashion sense + thinks his antics pretty funny

Miren 💙 Neutral & professional, she likes his guitar skills as well as his sense of style(which she thinks compliments his personality well)

Juvia 🪞 Friendly & casual, Nyx likes that Juvia always knows how to lighten up a certain mood when the situation calls for it as well as finding her dancing abilities really cute

Carol 🍀 Casual & respectful, they interact the least but they both deeply respect each other

Mayuu ⌚ Professional & friendly, kinda pities that she's pretty stressed out 24/7 but knows she can't exactly convince her to take a break fully

[ Additional Trivia ]

Minami Tanaka voices Mary Saotome from [ Kakegurui ]

Kailee Morgue is most known for her two songs [ Siren ] & [ Medusa ]

Jennie Kim is a member of the Kpop group [ BlackPink ]

Nyx started out as a member of the Octavinelle division marketing department since she couldn't be [ Ocean M4fia ]'s manager

Though it was a little boring, Nyx ended up liking her job a bit since she got to help out her brothers in their careers, even striving to become an idol herself

Nyx left the marketing department and signed up with NRC Corp's record label to become a solo artist, which her brothers and Azul greatly supported

Azul offered to let Nyx join [ Ocean M4fia ] but she politely refused so she could craft her own level of success

Her debut album was called "To the uncalled", and it stayed no. 5 on the billboard charts for approximately 17 weeks

Has yet to receive a Grammy

Has collaborated with [ (Co)-connect ] and [ Ocean M4fia ] to promote both idol groups

Has often joked on Twitter that she's one of Yuuta's biggest simps with Zen

Can somehow walk on platform heels and boots without feeling her feet ache

Her live performances usually get more views than the studio recording of the songs

She's most popular on TikTok in which she does promo for the other idol groups and gives small teasers for her next songs

Due to the uniqueness of her vocal versatility, Nyx has the ability to hit dangerously high and low notes for her songs

She doesn't rap, but everyone agrees that she sounds amazing when she does

Is usually found in the recording studio writing down ideas for songs, writing lyrics for the songs, quietly singing to herself, etc.

Barely dances for performance but dances decently thanks to lessons from her choreographers and Juvia

Jokes about dating Vil , no one can tell if she's being serious or not

Has a plethora of "Nyx being Mariah Carey for 7 minutes" compilations under her belt

She does covers of numerous songs on her official YouTube channel, which currently has 250k subscribers

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Tagging:

@starry-night-rose @nem0-nee @windbornearchon @sakuramidnight15 @authoruio @geminiiviolets @knights-escort @twsted-princess @crazyyanderefangirlfan

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