#but it really fucking sucks she saw my insta story about my birthday but couldn’t bother saying anything to me
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#I wish I could stop caring as easily as her#but unfortunately my feelings are just going to constantly get hurt over and over forever#when it’s obvious she doesn’t value our friendship as much as I do#I’ve learned to stop texting beyond holidays for the most part because it hurts getting disappointed when I don’t get answers#but it really fucking sucks she saw my insta story about my birthday but couldn’t bother saying anything to me#good to know where we stand#but again: idk why I’m surprised when she has not told me directly when she:#moved to my state from the opposite coast#set a wedding date and also got married#and moved a half an hour away from me#had to find that all out from the internet#so why would my birthday matter? lmao I’m an idiot#like at least she’s remembered in past years and does answer on holidays but#she hasn’t texted me first beyond my birthday last year in like two years#anyway wish I didn’t feel like crying rn#personal#to be deleted#and I feel conceited for caring but I know it’s not#and it extra sucks to still be hurt about another ex best friend that ghosted me years ago that shares my birthday so the sadness is just#inevitable#especially when combined with the fact that my dad’s birthday is in five days#so I’m just kinda sad around and on my birthday every year
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I have something to do.
What?
Talk to you?
Yeah. How are you doing? Don’t be afraid. This website is how we talk to each other. You’ve got let me work on that.
On what?
On what people do to you.
For real?
For real. This isn’t fake. You have telepathy. Jordan isn’t me so don’t worry about those guys. Focus on my only.
She (or someone else) was really mad about Quav0. On my birthday, I was obsessed with the galaxy song. She was mad that it wasn’t her. I thought it was one of the Americans but it was her. Allegedly.
Why that one?
“You” blocked me. But when I saw that you were in ja. I switched back. You were so close to me. I missed it.
You really didn’t.
You were taking too long to come out and people were angry as fuck. I did tarot trying to figure out what the problem was but your wife was telling me to stop spying on you. It’s a fucked up story. But it was fun watching you illegally in real time.
I feel you too.
Yeah, I couldn’t even go peep your insta because my family sucks like that.
You miss lots of things. I’m gonna break the spell for you.
Really?
Do you hear me?
Yeah. But are you lying?
I care. I will take care of you.
So…
I won’t be late, don’t worry.
Sure.
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another kevison fanfic none of you asked for (also on ao3):
[Thread] Who's the nicest celeb you've met in real life?
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Kevin Pearson. Was an extra for one of his movies and couldn’t be any nicer. Chatted with us even though technically you weren’t supposed to. He joked around a lot and showed us pics of his family. Real top bloke.
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I met this guy once on vacation in Italy. We were at a table next to him and my newborn was screaming bloody murder, mom was in the bathroom. Couldn’t quite calm my son and I was getting real embarrassed with the loud noise. Some of the waiters came over to their table to ask if they wanted to move but Kevin shut them down immediately. Actually got a bit cross that they even suggested it. His wife suggested to rock my baby on the side to make him stop and he did! She knows a few tricks having twins and stuff. Also shared that joy/misery thing of being first time parents. Anyway, they left first (they got there earlier) and we learned after that they paid for our meals too. Couldn’t believe it.
replied: Wow. That’s the so fucking nice of them.
replied: Yeah made my wife cry haha
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I’ve heard only good things about him too! My mom lives in Philly and his brother was running for city council a few years back and he was there and took photos with all the Korean mamas including my own and my grandma! apparently he smells really expensive :P
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Didn’t know that I was fully chatting up his wife at Starbucks until I saw a pic of them at the premiere for one of his movies. I’d be embarrassed by my god she was fantastic! 10/10 would’ve gone for it if I wasnt such a potato
replied: And wasn’t married.
replied: That too
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My daughter was an extra on one of his movies and says he’s the nicest guy and “such a dad” lol! And her dad’s a real “dad” dad so for her to say that about a famous actor is funny
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I used to teach his kids in my kindergarten class. Daughter’s wicked smart. I can tell you all the mothers would have a fit every time he’d come by to pick them up and if it’s not his wife or them together, it’s him. Very hands on. I’d say that counts for nice.
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Rocked out to a Lady Gaga show with him and his wife in Vegas. His wife and I are practically best friends now! We’re on first name basis ;)
replied: Sounds fun! What were they there for if you don’t mind me asking? Coz isn’t he like sober now?
replied to a reply: I think it was for a niece’s birthday or something? Couldn’t remember, was pretty wild night :P And I didn’t see any drinks.Even his wife wasn’t drinking I think? They were literally there to enjoy Gaga like the rest of us
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I love hearing stories about him like this because it always looks like he’s such a pretentious pretty boy jerk especially back in the day
replied: Getting your life sorted can change a man
replied to a reply: Yeah he’s pretty mellowed out since getting sober. He’s had that DUI and rehab stint but now he’s a real family man and seems to love his wife very much. Good for him.
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Doesn’t he remind you of George Clooney? Got married late and had boy girl twins and is loving life!
replied: True!!
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Not sure if everybody knows but his wife Madison is pretty big in the interior design space especially coz she like pretty much runs their fam construction business. I follow her on Insta and I know everyone has a crush on Kevin but I’d pick her over him any day!
replied: OMG YES SAME! She puts together these amazing DIY palettes and I’m obsessed! I’d also pick her over him any day even just to pick her brain
replied to a reply: She also recommends the best books!!!
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My mom’s in the planning side of construction and met his wife in West Chester. She did a presentation and afterwards her and my mom shared parenting tips like they’re in some mom club. Apparently she was the sweetest and her babies are adorable and also Kevin calls a lot lol
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Met him at the airport, wife’s a huge fan of the manny so sucked my gut to ask for a pic. When he found out it’s for the missus, he recorded a special vid saying his iconic line. Missus was over the moon. Real good fella
replied: MANNY SAY WHAAATTTTT
replied: That’s so nice
replied: He did for my mom as well! All the moms love him!
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Kevin Pearson helped re-build my grandparents’ burned down convenience store. Couldn’t thank him enough even if I tried
replied: Wow, that’s real generous. How are the grandparents?
replied to a reply: Thanks! They’re over the moon. They have a house near the area but gran said he’d come by with his kids from time to time. Even if gran didn’t want to, they always insisted to pay for whatever the kids wanted.
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Delivered the cake for his uncle (grandpa’s?) wedding and he gave a seriously generous tip. Oh and his wife packed me pigs in the blanket.
replied: Pigs in the blanket?! What in the middle school
replied: Apparently it was the uncle/grandad’s favorite or something and they double ordered. But who cares free food!
replied to a reply: Did it come with ketchup?
replied to a reply: Hot, wrapped in foil and handful of ketchup packets. I felt like one of the kids
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Not him but his brother who’s like a big shot in politics right now. Real top guy and had the best laugh
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This doesn’t sound real but I’ve bumped into him literally five times over the past year he’ll probably think I’m some stalker. Rarely saw him without his family and once his kid threw a ball at me. He apologised but c’mon you either throw a ball or bounce it no big deal. Besides, that kid has David Beckham’s kids manners. Real like English folk polite it’s insane
replied: That’s always nice to hear that celebrity kids aren’t spoiled brats. We know a few good of them are
replied to a reply: Celebrity kids are different from kid celebrities though
replied to a reply: Didn’t say they were the same? Just saying that for a kid of someone so rich and famous you’d think they’d be a bit more spoiled but they weren’t at all and was beyond respectful and that’s a testament to the parents.
replied to a reply: Agree. I’ve met this particular celebrity’s kids and mind you they’re teens now but god they were just awful and pretentious. Even more than their famous parent which is saying something
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Not him but I did meet that actress that was so embarrassingly flirty around him during the press conference of hat film he did a few years back. She’s a real bitch and so fake and I’m so glad she’s been dropped from the sequel
replied: Oh god yeah I remember her. She was so obnoxious laughing at everything he said like stfu it’s not that funny!!!! The secondhand embarrassment watching her and him being all polite about it *chills*
replied: She’s the worst. No talent
replied to a reply: I was an extra for some scenes in that movie and she was WAY worse and such a diva for someone unknown. Kevin’s a real nice guy though and just let her be. He talks about his wife and kids a lot but she would not take a hint!
replied to a reply: That is just embarrassing
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Alright story time. Was working as a barista at a cafe and it was one of those really shitty days. He came in, ordered and waited and was all nice and took some pics with fans. Anyway, like I said shitty day so I mixed up his coffee order and got him two lattes instead of cappuccinos. Mind you, it was a busy asf day as well and I was the only one making coffees. He comes over and tells me and I apologise but by this time my manager’s already all up on my ass for serving Kevin Pearson incorrectly. He kept apologising to him and berating me till Kevin himself stepped in and told the manager off. But like calmly and stuff like it’s no big deal and people make mistakes whatever and I kid you fucking not he apologised to me too and said I was doing a good job. He probably won’t know how much that meant to me after an already shitty as day but it did. I made sure to make him the best fucking cappuccinos
replied: I’ve met him in irl too and he is this!
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I saw him sitting at a cafe with his daughter. Super nice. Asked him if I could get an autograph for my mom who’s a huge fan. He asked me some questions about her and wrote a really nice autograph, for her. His daughter stuck one of her stickers on there too and my mom loved that even more. I told him where she works (at a grocers) and he went out of his way to shop there the next day and made a point to look for her and chat. Great, great dude
replied: That is so fucking cool man. And your mom must’ve been so happy!
replied to a reply: She was over the moon! She loves his wife too! Apparently she was even chattier than Kevin haha
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Met him at the airport. I was an employee and he had some TSA questions. Genuinely nice and friendly, chatted for about 15min. After he was set, we shook hands, he had his kids say thank you individually with a high five. Adorable. His wife was super nice and friendly too. Very good social interaction, would participate again
#i got boooooooored again#so here's something none of you asked forrrrr#this was fun though haha#kevison#kevin and madison#kadison#kevison fanfics#kevison fanfic#tiu#Kevin's all the happily married celeb dads out there gushing about their wife and kids#and he's just so happy and content and full#like good for u gurl#this is probably not the last one lezbereal#I can already imagine them during award shows and what the people working have observed lol#anywhooo#for kevison nation#my fave nation#had to get this out there before I lose it!#I'll answer the asks after I promise illyyyy
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Hangang drama club
Pairing: jk x reader, jimin x reader, hoseok x reader
Chapters: more to come
Genre: angst, fluff, maybe future smut idk yet💜
Author’s note: pardon my English. It’s my second language, which I taught myself by watching numerous American TV shows 😅
Summary:Your friendship was unique and healing. They were your guardians and you were their polar star. Everything was working out perfectly until they left you, roughly and abruptly, making you chase after them and the thin veil of memories they left behind. And it felt like a triple stab right into the chest - because you loved them all. No, not only that. You were in love with them.
Three years had gone and your heart hadn’t healed. You didn’t know why it all happened but deep down you guessed - you were never enough for them. There was no place for you in their new adult life. They just went back to how it was before they met you, and it was alright.
It was alright until you met them all again. And as they took their turns to attack your poor heart, you job was to keep it whole without parting it into three equal pieces leaving yourself with none at all.
CHAPTER 1
You hated it. The smell, lingering in the air after a rainy morning, gray skies and deep puddles on the streets. It was that time of the year again.
You anticipated this autumn with anxiety every time you looked at the calendar.
The 1st of September.
The day he left you three years prior. His birthday.
He must be having fun tonight. At some club in Itaewon, sitting in a circle of his new friends, surrounded by colourful beverages and young females, flashing their chests to attract his attention.
He was buff in school already, and you could only imagine how handsome he looked now, considering his utter love for sports and pulling weights.
Was he doing it for himself or for other girls? Had he always been like that?
Had he noticed how much you liked that from the very beginning? Was it the reason he pushed you away?
Shame filled up your chest again. There was no doubt it was you who fucked everything up. Not them, no, never them, it was only your fault. They had never been anything but incredibly kind, patient and sweet. They taught you what real friendship was. They showed you how messed up your perception of people was; they taught you how to trust.
Just as you lift your third glass of pure soju towards your sour lips, a bright giggle filled the small dining room of Korean restaurant you were drowning your sorrows in tonight.
A young man, who walked inside with a group of same aged friends, quickly took the nearest table, making you hold your breath.
Jimin.
His hair was light pink this time, the colour he always loved on himself the most. You would never confess stalking his social media at night, how you smiled bitterly every time he posted a new photo or story. He was as charming as always, brushing his soft hair back and licking his plump lips, just before he turned around to call for a waitress and noticed you.
His bright expression quickly faded away and you immediately regretted coming here tonight. You regretted wearing a stupid white hoodie and just a mascara. If only you knew you would bump into your first love after three years of not seeing him, you would have definitely bothered to put some effort into your appearance. But every September 1st sucked out all of your energy so much you couldnt even lift a finger. Except today, there was something odd in the air because you were here and not in your bed.
Just three meters away from him.
He took a couple of seconds to make sure he wasn’t seeing things and it was really you, then turned back to his group of friends. Your heart sinked. It had been three years, two boyfriends and a couple of meaningless affairs, and you sincerely believed you were over them. Only September brought back the memories, but any other month of the year you felt almost completely positive that if you met one of them, you could keep a straight face.
Except the way he handled your encounter made you feel so rejected you wanted to leave the city and never, ever come back. Maybe you should have moved to Busan? Sunny weather, the sea, beautiful architecture. Calm and simple people. You loved simple things. Things that didn’t make you face complicated feelings.
‘Hi’.
His voice broke on the only word he uttered, and you knew you were totally fucked. The soft sound echoed in your ears and for a moment you thought you were hallucinating or seeing him in your sleep again before you realized it was really him.
You got distracted for a moment and he managed to slide into the seat opposite to you.
There was awkward silence as you stared at him, shocked by a sudden proximity. Was three years really enough to forget how he looked up close? Photos did him no justice, they could never capture the way his eyes sparkled under the lights or how adorable and hot his plump fingers were, framed by thick male rings. Did he still wear the one you gave him as a promise of always being on his side? From the look of it, no, he didn’t.
Jimin seemed nervous, but smiled nevertheless. That was what he always did whatever he felt on the inside - he smiled. Maybe you still knew him better that he knew himself…
'Do you… ’ He swallowed. 'Do you remember me? ’
You frowned. What did he mean? How could you not… remember him?
'We were… Um. Classmates. In high school. “ He chuckled, scratching behind his ear awkwardly. Your lack of answer increased his nervousness.
Classmates? What kind of nonsence was coming out of his mouth?
'Are you kidding me right now?’ You answered incredulously. 'What do you mean "do I remember you”? We literally spent every day of our last year at school together.’
The boy across from you visibly relaxed.
'Yeah, I know’ He breathed out. 'I’m sorry. It’s just… Some people preferred to erase me from their memory, so… I was just checking, sorry.’
'What do you mean?’ You asked, and by the way his expression changed you guessed he regretted saying the last part.
Jimin looked so lost that you wanted to kiss him. To stretch across the table, squish his cheeks and put your lips on his. To taste him again. You wanted to tell him that no matter what he said or did you would always have a place for his pretty soul in your heart, that there was no one like him on this planet but you knew it was unhealthy. Like your relationship with each one of them.
Unhealthy. Destructive. Wrong.
It was for the better that the circle ripped apart. It was better that way than seeing with your own eyes how their paths part ways with yours, how they get married and have kids, how they grow and become even more beautiful and more worthy men, while you just watch and silently desire. They could maintain their friendship without being madly jealous, but you couldn’t. And the idea proved itself when you met Jimin.
You would always want to own him if he was near, but you had no right to do so. He had never been yours, he wasn’t designed for it. He was meant for bigger and better things than your fucked up indecisive feelings.
Jimin looked at you not breaking eye contact and it made you think about how much he had changed. Not on the outside, really, he was still 50% cuteness and other 50% sexiness but the way he held himself despite being visibly shaken by your meeting showed that he definitely matured over the years. His posture, the way he spoke was calm and graceful, and not so chaotic like before. You wondered if you seemed different to him as well. Did he recognize Y/N he fed tokpokki after school in this same restaurant? Did he still think your eyes were pretty?
'Erm… What are you eating?’ He asked, trying to find something to change the subject, because, of course he knew what you were eating. It was right in front of him.
“Just… Meat. You?’ You took a small bite just to show him.
'Me too. We, I mean. My colleagues. From the store.’
'From Zara?’ You asked, trying to swallow the meat, but it stuck in your throat. God, you were shaking.
'Yeah.’ He smiled. 'Wait. How do you know I work there? ’
Shoot. Stalker caught red-handed.
'I saw you… ’ Don’t you dare tell him. Don’t. ’…when I was shopping. A couple of months ago. ’
Well, technically. You saw him. His. Photo. On his. Insta page. That you didn’t follow.
And you would never walk into that store, knowing he was there.
He beamed, eager to dig deeper, while you hoped he would drop the subject. 'Why didn’t you come up and say hi? I would’ve given you a discount.’ He winked. 'I’m the store’s manager. Which means I’m the boss. Well, almost.’ He giggled, his lips curving prettily. 'Technically there’s a senior manager above me, but she’s never around. So, I’m basically solving all the shit. But, please don’t say anything about it, lol, she’s right behind me’.
You giggled at his 'lol’, amused that he still used that word aloud in a sentence.
'I won’t. Don’t worry’. You smiled widely, and Jimin stared at your mouth for a split second, before averting his gaze somewhere to the side.
'Maybe… You want to join us? If you’re alone’. Jimin proposed. It seemed like he didn’t actually mean that and made the offer just out of politeness, judging by the way he fiddled with his fingers on the table. The boy was still looking everywhere but at you. What was he thinking about? What did he want? Why did he come sit here with you, smiling at you like that, melting your frozen heart? After disappearing from your life so abruptly, and leaving you all alone. You always considered him the most loyal out of all three. You supposed that at least Jimin, the boy with a heart of pure gold, would never break his promises.
When you thought that you still knew him the best, you were wrong. You couldn’t read him anymore.
'I don’t… Think I’ll be fun to spend time with tonight. Not really in the mood.’
'Why?’ Jimin finally met your gaze.
'It’s the day.’
He frowned. 'The day?’
'Yeah’.
'What do you mean?’
You didn’t want to answer. Did he really not remember? Three years ago on that same day Jungkook told you he didn’t ever want to see you again. That your friendship was over. That he didn’t see a future with you in his life. You cried, running after him, but he just left you there in Hangan park all alone. Not caring that you couldn’t keep up with him because your feet hurt in shoes a size too small. Not giving a single shit about you.
Your heart hurt, but you managed to squeeze out a, 'Why aren’t you with Jungkook today?’
Jimin frowned. 'Jungkook? I haven’t seen him in a while, actually. Why?’
You kept silent. He looked at you puzzled, catching your every movement as if trying to read you.
'Just… It’s his birthday. I thought you’d be with him, like always. And what do you mean you haven’t seen him in a while, did he go abroad or something?’ You were hundred percent positive they maintained their tight bond even after the four of you "split up” in 2017.
'Erm, no.’ Jimin chuckled bitterly and you finally saw another glimpse of an old version of him, incredibly soft for his best friend. 'We kinda… Decided to end things. And… God, it sounds like we dated or something’. He snorted.
'Well, it’s not far from the truth. There we dozens of girls practically begging for your attention, but the two of you always hid from them somewhere, hand in hand. I was so jealous at first’. You laughed.
'You were?’ Jimin looked at you strangely.
'Yeah… ’ You smiled, not noticing his gaze. Ornaments on the table seemed more interesting to you than his attentive eyes when you got so flustered. 'Sometimes I feel sad that our ways parted. I know, I know, people change, and I kinda expected that somewhere deep inside, but I’m not that… I’ve never been that important in the first place, joining you for a year and being an annoying bug, following you around while you and Kookie have known each other since Kindergarten. Connections like that can’t be ripped easily. You should call him, you know. Don’t be stubborn.’
The boy hesitated to answer. You didn’t look at him, so you couldn’t see what his face looked like.
Suddenly, and very unexpectedly, Jimin got really angry.
'How can you say that?!’
You looked up to see him staring at you intently.
'How… What?’
He brushed his hair back, shaking his head in disbelief, then smacked his palms on the table, earning a couple of anxious glances from the table to your right, where his colleagues sat at.
'Jimin, is everything okay?’ Some young man from the group asked him worriedly.
Jimin breathed audibly through the nose, heat running up his neck and covering his cheeks in splotches.
'You have no fucking idea.’ He whispered. 'How fucking hard it is sometimes. How hard it is still.’
You wanted to cry. He really scared you with this. The bitter taste in your mouth was a hint that you were going to weep pretty soon, and, seeing him so angry at you, so pissed off by only a sight of you, it made your fight-or-flight response kick in. You remembered his expression when he just saw you today, recalled the way he held himself too formal, smiling overpolitely - too distant and cold for the sweet and warm Jimin you knew before - always so understanding and ready to support your any idea no matter how stupid or wrong it was, and everything finally came into place.
It took three years and this encounter to dispel the illusion. They all despised you. Jungkook and Jimin. And maybe… Hobi did too?
It took no time grabbing your purse and storming out of the restaurant. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, but even through the pain you gave it one last chance and stopped to listen.
You prayed to hear his voice calling after you. He always went after you whenever you were mad or upset. Your Jimin would never leave you alone in the dark. He would always care that you got home safe. He was always… On your side.
But there was none. Nothing. Only dead silence and sound of droplets hitting the ground. Cold rain masked your tear-stained cheeks, being your only guard in the night.
You really hoped that Jungkook was happy tonight. He was turning 21, and you hoped he wasn’t crying like you, all alone.
But, no matter how hard you tried to persuade yourself that you were a good person, you wanted him to cry. Before going to bed that night you imagined his heart being broken into million unmendable pieces just like he managed to break yours.
Have you ever imagined what your life would be like if you were opposite gender? Would things be easier if you were a boy?
Sometimes you remembered summer days at the beach, when all of your boys went swimming, while you sat there, toes buried in sand and eyes trained at the water, full of jealousy.
You couldn’t tell them you were on your period, because in your small circle the term didn’t exist. You were the only female, and you four never talked about it. Such topics were reserved for girly talks.
The two youngest were utterly oblivious when you lied about water being too cold for you for the third day in a row. Hoseok, on the other hand, retreated to the shore right after dipping only once.
He plopped on a towel next to you and wiggled a little until his thigh and arm were flush to yours. His skin was wet and cold but you felt his warm stare while he examined your face.
'Does it hurt?’
You looked at him frowning.
'Your stomach. I heard that it hurts when you bleed. Just wanted to tell you that if you need anything: painkillers, pads, tampons, just tell me. Okay? I’ll go get them for you.’
You kept silent. The very idea of discussing periods with Hoseok was awkward as hell. What had gotten into him? You never… Mentioned tampons and…pads.
Denying would have been stupid. So you just shrugged, 'Why? So suddenly. ’
He pressed closer, lowering his head so no one on the beach could overhear you. 'Because I don’t want you to feel lonely when you’re with us. I would be the worst friend if I let you go through this alone. I don’t want you to be ashamed of anything in front of me, and I hate the idea of any of you three feeling helpless and silently suffering.’
'Okay… ’ You whispered, shame still licking at your insides but with his sweet words it dissipated a little.
'Yeah?’ He smiled that sunshine smile of his, like you made him the happiest man alive just by being there with him, and you reciprocated.
'Mhm. I don’t want that either. You can tell me everything too. ’
He looked so content watching the seawaves there by your side. Was it even possible not to fall in love with this person eventually? His precisely graven side profile, his lean body, his sweet vanilla scent - everything about him was extremely enticing and you quickly got trapped into his net.
He was a beautiful creature and every time he was around, saying these warm words, looking at you like that, you melted. If you had to pick one you wanted to touch the most it would have definitely been Hoseok. You wanted to trace his nose and lips with pads of your fingers, to caress his cheeks and brush his hair all the way to the nape of his neck, feeling his softness, his silkness everywhere. There was something about his presence that intoxicated you to the state of dizziness. To the state of craziness, making you completely forget about any decency.
You prayed he didn’t know that.
But sometimes you suspected that Jungkook did.
Sometimes you caught him staring at you while you stared at his childhood friend, and it made you sick to the stomach. You were disgusted by yourself. What if Jungkook really knew what was going on in your brain?
But then you checked again and he was already busy with something else, yelling loudly or jumping around. Maybe you were just making that up because there just had been too much on your mind since you started to hang out with them? Everything was new to you: you had never been best friends with a boy before, not to mention three boys all at the same time; you had never went on a trip with boys only. You basically didn’t know much about how they functioned. Their thinking, their behaviour were subjects you yet needed to study.
At that time, when everything just started, you couldn’t even imagine falling in love with three people at the same time.
But, eventually, you did. Jimin first. Then Hobi. And lastly… Jungkook.
It was inevitable.
When you changed schools, Hoseok greeted you on your first day, accompanying you to your class. You were so nervous you didn’t even remember his name, not to mention his face. Feelings came later. Much later.
You didn’t fit in from the very start. Girls seemed to ignore you, having already established their small friendship circles and not bothering to welcome someone new, and boys were… Boys were just boys. You weren’t the type to approach them first. They usually broke your heart, so you got used to keeping your distance.
However, there was someone who couldn’t bear you looking all lonely and sad. Pity was his weakest point and it did him no good. Eventually, he saved you just like he used to save kittens and dogs, abandoned and wandering around the streets.
On the third day of you sitting all alone, someone put a packet of strawberry milk right in front of you on your desk. When you looked up at him you saw a young boy with kindest smile holding his both hands up in a greeting. He was wearing only white shirt with a blue tie, no jacket, and you immediately recognized him as the student who went to the blackboard far more often that anyone else in the class. He was an A student, you figured.
'Hi, Y/N! What’s up?’ He asked cheerfully, taking the seat in front of you and turning so he could see you properly.
You blinked at him a few times before he laughed, the sound and his charming smile speeding up your pulse. 'I’m Jimin. And this is my favourite milk, very good one. You should drink it.’
Your first impression of him, apart from him being extremely cute, was that you really liked his laugh. And he did laugh a lot, turning out to be a very giggly person.
Strangely enough, after that day you started to hang out during the breaks pretty regularly. It went by the same scenario every day: he plopped on the seat in front of you and started a mindless conversation about homework or that day’s menu at the canteen and you just listened, relaxing in his presence day by day. He seemed to notice the way you spoke up more because soon enough he exchanged seats with a boy in front of you by bribing him with a box of chocolate and, finally, started to be around you all the time.
He blended in with your everyday life in a spance of a week, making you feel as if he had always been there. He helped you with equations you couldn’t solve or lend you pens and pencils, being just at arm’s length whenever you needed something. He acted unobtrusively, respecting your personal boundaries and keeping your relationship formal, and you were grateful for that.
Apart from the lunchbreak, when students had to go down to the canteen to grab some food. You couldn’t bear sitting at the dinner table all alone without Jimin, who tended to misteriously disappear from his desk right after the bell, so you prepared your own food at home and ate it in class. Asking him to take you with him felt pretty intrusive, so you just stuck to doing that, and, considering that there was no one except you usually, you felt fine on your own, not questioning Jimin’s absence too deeply.
Two weeks went by like this: you met in class, hung out together, parting for lunch, then got together after it, and said goodbye when he left home first. That was until one time he forgot his umbrella on the desk and you ran after him only to be hit by a muscular chest right in the face.
Strong hands immediately gripped your shoulders, preventing you from falling, and you were pressed to him tightly as he tried to regain balance. He smelled like cherry and you found it endearing. The boy quickly moved away and let you go as if embarrassed for touching you in the first place.
That’s when you looked at him properly and immediately regretted it.
He was the most attractive boy you had ever seen. The type you were most scared of, because it was 'your’ type. He was your type.
The guy you would definitely notice in a crowd. Type of boyfriend you always dreamed of having.
With thick black hair, all tall and strong. Muscular to the extent of it being noticeable, but not too much. Handsome face, gracious posture and smelling like cherry. Smelling like a treat. Presenting your dirtiest fantasy to life.
'Hey, JK! I told you to wait! Don’t go the-’ You heard Jimin shouting right before he emerged from the corridor. 'Oh, Y/N…’
You had never seen Jimin’s friends before. And, by the way Jimin glanced between the two of you, you supposed he wasn’t really fond of the idea of you meeting one of them.
'Y/N?’ The tall boy uttered, boring into your eyes and making you blush. His attention gave you no pleasure as you shrinked underneath it and not in a good way.
'Jungkook. Let’s go.’ Jimin said firmly, grabbing his umbrella from your hand, whispering a soft 'thank you’ to you and pulling Jungkook away. 'See you tomorrow, okay?’ He offered apologetically as they both moved back into the hall.
You just stood there, staring blankly at their backs while they departed, Jungkook turning his head to look at you again and again while Jimin pushed him forward.
When they disappeared behind the ladder, you had to grab the doorframe not to sink to the floor. Your heart was racing like it was you who just ran there all the way from the first floor and not Jimin.
The next morning you met as usual: Jimin stepped into the empty classroom, arriving early just like you, and took his seat, flashing you a blinding smile before dropping his backpack on the floor. You really wanted to ask him about Jungkook, about who he was and if he would come again later so you could see him once more. And despite feeling utterly flustered just by thinking about being near him again, you couldn’t help but seek for his presence, his face not leaving your thoughts since the moment he touched you. You were undoubtedly interested.
However, every time you tried to start a conversation about Jungkook, Jimin suddenly changed the subject or quickly came up with some urgent business he had to take care of. Eventually, you decided to drop it, afraid of being too pushy and losing your only friendly face among the students.
Days went by, and bearing with school became much easier as you finally broke the ice with some of the classmates. Jimin looked pretty satisfied watching you interact with others as if his job was successfully done.
Among the excitement of being finally accepted by people you almost forgot about Jungkook and the seeds of feelings he planted in you.
That was until he decided to find you first.
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two shots [z.k]
request: "can you write something about the reader and one of the boys getting walked in on?" (this part is really long so I'm cutting it up into two parts. smut and the anon’s request will be in the next one.)
word count: 2.1k
warning: underage drinking.
it had only been a month, but zion was going crazy.
their relationship lasted a good six months before it took a turn for the worst, ending in her leaving out of spite and zion's pride watching her walk out the door.
so they went a month without talking to one another. but seeing each other? that was a completely different story, let's just say the two of them were extremely grateful that social media was a commonly used thing now. every so often, zion would find himself "accidentally" liking one of her pictures when he'd go lurking through her page. liking one of her photos from six weeks ago was most definitely not his best move.
but here she was, standing across the room from him with a guy he'd never seen before. this guy had curly hair, was tall, tan, and full of tequila (despite him only being eighteen). zion thought this mystery guy's outfit was basic and was surprised that (y/n) had left him for a guy who couldn't even properly dress himself.
it was edwin's birthday party today, and he just had to invite all of his friends to party with him at the prettymuch house, including (y/n) and her date for the night. the artificial lighting of the double 'beanz' signed sat on the walls as 'no more' had started to play from a stereo that had yet to be found.
zion let a sigh escape his lips as he leaned against the counter in the kitchen, the kitchen itself had been filled with alcohol and tipsy people tripping on one another. he watched as (y/n) and her date talked amongst one another and wished so badly he was the one up there with her.
"what do you look so sad for? i told you she was coming," edwin pulled zion out of his thoughts once he saw how miserable-looking his friend was. although edwin was drunk at his own birthday party, he felt the need to make sure everyone around him was okay before going back to enjoying himself, he wanted this night to go perfect.
"you didn't tell me she was bringing some dude with her," zion gestured to the two of them, wondering if they were actually together or if this was some twisted plot to make him jealous.
edwin sucked his teeth before walking over to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of hennessey. "who bought that?" zion question while raising a single brow, speaking that no one in the house was old enough to legally buy alcohol.
"fiffany," edwin replied as he reached up to the cupboard to grab a pair a shot glasses. finding two of them, he carefully placed them down on the counter then unscrewed the drink after toying with it for a few moments. he filled both of the mini glasses up to the brim before handing one to zion.
"after you take this shot, you're gonna waltz over there and get your girl back. okay?" edwin held his shot glass out in the air while he talked, waiting for zion to clink them together.
"i don't want her back," zion lied as a coping mechanism, "it's just weird seeing her after a whole month of ignoring each other."
edwin shook his head, "i don't know why you lie to me, it actually kinda hurts you think i'd believe that. like, you seemed happy when i told you she was coming; now she's here and all you wanna do is pout, you sensitive ass crybaby." it was obvious that edwin was drunk, he'd never say anything like this to someone as tall as zion when he was sober.
"you're so drunk right now," zion stated the obvious.
"as you should be. now, drink up, caleb!" edwin announced before clinking their glasses together and downing the shot in less than a second. he slammed the glass back down on the counter before yelling once again.
"extra as fuck," zion mumbled to himself before finally taking his own shot. he had drank before, so the feeling wasn't quite new to him. but, he didn't do it often so the burning feeling in his throat hit him as if it were the first time, causing him to slam his eyes shut in response.
"how do you feel?!" edwin playfully hit zion on his back.
"like pure shit," zion coughed while continuing to keep his eyes shut, "aka the fuckin' same." finally opening his eyes, he looked back over to (y/n). she had surprisingly been standing alone. if there was a time zion planned on talking to her, it was literally right now.
zion turned back to face edwin, his eyes suddenly filled with fear. "should i go say something?"
edwin poured himself another shot, "if you're feelin' bold enough then go for it."
thinking quick, zion grabbed the shot from edwin's hand and downed it before he even had the time to process exactly what he was about to do. "fuck you. just for that, i hope she doesn't even give you the time of day."
zion walked away, he was too focused on his future actions rather than dwelling on what his drunk friend had been saying to him. he was beyond nervous, a feeling that was absolutely foreign to him. overall, zion was a very bold person who didn't feel nervous or intimidated by anything or anyone. so the fact that he felt this way about a girl was enough for him to pass out from the feeling.
he kept his eyes on her the entire time, almost as if she'd vanish into thin air if he dared to look away. starting to feel the hennessey kicking in, he finally felt the courage to talk as he stood in front of her.
"i need to talk to you," zion started, his heartbeat increasing rapidly.
"you're here, talk." (y/n) replied, zion felt she was actually might be interested in what he had to say but tried not to get his hopes up only to be completely shut down. (y/n) was an unpredictable girl, so trying to map out what she's thinking about is nearly impossible.
"i mean in private. can we, like, go somewhere else?" if zion could cross his fingers without looking desperate, he would.
"zion, you ca--" she began talking but stopped once the tan boy from earlier came back with a drink in his hand. "gracias," she accepted the drink from him before turning back to zion. "zion, this is giovanny. he doesn't speak english."
she turned to giovanny, "seguir la corriente, por favor." (translation: "play along, please.")
"por qué le estás diciendo que no hablo inglés?" he replied, trying to figure out where the sudden need to lie came from. (translation: "why are you telling him i do not speak english?") although spanish was his first language, gio could speak english fluently.
"él tratará de hablar contigo, eso no puede suceder." she answered honestly, shedding a bit of light to him in this confusion situation. (translation: "he will try to talk to you, that can not happen.")
maybe it was the hennessey taking over his mind, or maybe he just really fucking missed (y/n), but for some reason, zion's only desire was to get her alone. completely alone. right now, he was confused as hell. he had no clue what the two of them were saying and quite frankly, he started to feel nervous again.
"creo que quiere hablar contigo," gio whispered to (y/n), "no yo." (translation: "i think he wants to talk to you, not me.") at this point, all gio really wanted to do, was go home. it's not like the two of them were actually dating, only friends who had romantic slip-ups sometimes.
"can you please just tell him i need to talk to you for, like, less than ten minutes?" zion asked, annoyed at the fact he had no idea what was happening.
(y/n) sighed, "volveré pronto," she said to gio before following zion upstairs. (translation: "i will be back soon.")
constantly going up to zion's room was something she missed doing; whether they were going to sleep or just chill together, it was always a good time. it almost felt like a regular day of dating zion, but that just wasn't reality anymore. at least not now.
(y/n) entered zion's room behind him and watched as he shut the door behind him while she plopped down on his bed, his sheets feeling the same as they were when she had last touched them.
"do you miss me? at all?" the question rolled off of zion's tongue before he even realized what he was saying. "fucking hennessey," he thought to himself, "got me all the way messed up."
"i should be the one asking you that," she shot back, "you got all these fangirls on you, i imagine it's hard not to get caught up in the moment." her eyes genuinely looked sad, and it killed zion to see her this way. the girl that was always smiling and kept her guard up was slowly unfolding himself before his very eyes.
"are you kidding? for the past month i've been losing my fucking mind, (y/n). i probably almost called you at least ten times a day." weirdly enough, he became frustrated for some reason. he and the whole world knew exactly how he felt about (y/n), yet the only person who didn't know was her.
"you should've," she replied honestly, "i would've liked to hear your voice. why didn't you?"
mentally, zion wasn't prepared for the question. so instead, he let the alcohol do the talking for him. "it'd be a lot easier to talk to you if you didn't have some guy up under your insta every single time you post a picture."
she scoffed, "oh, so you think i enjoy seeing random girls calling you daddy and telling him to fuck them? you think i like that shit?"
he knew she was mad at the fact he was being hypocritical as hell right now, but he had no clue as to what to say to make the situation better. the most irritating part of it all was that he knew there was something that needed to be said, he just couldn't figure out what that was.
"it's not like you enjoy being called daddy anyway, you light skinned dudes much rather preferred to be called papi," (y/n)'s bold statement took zion by surprise, causing a smirk to appear on his face.
"i don't think your boyfriend would be to happy with you talking about my sexual preferences."
(y/n) laughed, realizing she still hadn't told zion what was actually going on. "gio and i aren't dating. and, he actually does speak english by the way; i just wanted to mess with you." making room for zion on his own bed, she slid down until her back hit the headboard.
"so you guys are just friends?" zion questioned, sitting across from the girl.
she nodded, "just friends."
zion hummed, "y'all fucked?"
she wasn't exactly shocked by this, it was question zion wouldn't be afraid to ask. especially if he was feeling a little tipsy. but, she was feeling guilty. her and her "friend" had hooked up once or twice and originally had promised to only keep it between the two of them.
so she kept quiet, not wanting to lie to zion anymore, and hoped her silence was a way of answering his question. noticing what was going on, zion let a petty chuckle slip out of his mouth. he couldn't exactly be mad at her, or anyone, but the only thing he wanted to do is go downstairs and completely deck gio.
"i can bet money sex with me is way better than sex with him," zion barely knew what he was saying as he stole (y/n)'s drink from her hand and drank the small amount that was left in the red, plastic cup.
"alright then," she laughed while resting an elbow on one of his pillows.
"damn, you need a reminder or something?"
a/n: part 2 comin soon
also, i don’t speak spanish so i had to use google translate. if you can speak/read spanish let me know if my working is fucked up.
#prettymuch#prettymuch imagine#zion kuwonu#zion kuwonu imagine#edwin honoret#beanz#prettymuch preference
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