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true love | N° 6

➵ genre our beloved summer au, exes to lovers, romantic comedy

➵ summary in which you're face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.

➵ word count 6.7k

➵ warnings use of flashback scenes, light smut (?), alcohol consumption, angst angst angst, unresolved questions, lots of confusion and crying, flashback scenes, mentions of losing someone, mentions of death, panic attack (sorta).

➵ author's note gooooooodddddd, fucking finally. again, sorry for the delay. i remember notifying it to be out before christmas but so many unexpected plans came along and writing became distant for a short period of time but look at that!!!! i finished it :'))) are you guys ready to find out the truth? 👀

also big hugs and thanks to my baby meg bear @yoongukie-ff for beta'ing this chapter!! i trust every piece of my writing with her :)

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‘’T-Taehyung?’’

He turns his head, confronted by your confused expression screaming anything other than joy that he's already in the car. Jimin is sitting by the wheel, accompanied by Yeon-su beside him and hurriedly telling you to get in as it’s a long drive to the cabin.

Here you are, sitting besides your ex who basically friendzoned you after admitting he might still be in love with you. Therefore this getaway weekend would have been perfect without the company of Kim Taehyung. Even though you aren’t completely surprised — knowing Jimin and him are close friends — you still deeply hoped he would cancel or have other plans. Now, the only solution for you is to play music and ignore the man sitting next to you.

Fiddling inside of your bag, you grab ahold of your earphones who couldn’t be more tangled. You find yourself struggling due to your lack of concentration regarding the situation you’re currently in.

Taehyung notices quickly how much the earphones are winning against you, the tangled chords keeping themselves tight, not breaking free despite you fiddling your fingers in between them. Without thinking further, Taehyung grabs hold of it, the tip of his fingers landing for a split second against your warm palm.

‘’Let me.’’ He’s being sincere, you know that, but something about him stepping in to help you doesn’t sit well in the pit of your stomach.

‘’It’s fine. I don’t need them right now.’’ You smile quickly, retrieving the tangled chords back and stuffing them inside of your bag, all hopes of listening to music gone.

‘’Fine, just trying to be nice.’’ Yeon-su catches your eyes through the rear-view, noticing the sudden strained tension arising between Taehyung and you. Being so close to Taehyung, your mind becomes foggy, all surroundings around you disappearing as if they were never there and you hate it. Your body is uncontrollable in his presence.

‘’Jimin! Isn’t there a hot tub at the cabin?’’ Yeon-su distracts you both, her joyish tone calming you and Taehyun resulting in neither of you about to bite each other’s head off.

‘’Yeah, we should use it! Taehyung you’ve always loved hot tubbing.’’

‘’He doe—’’ You stop yourself abruptly, the back of your head replaying many moments you and Taehyung have shared in the bathtub at your parent’s house. He does indeed love hot tubbing. Taehyung notices your short revealing, proving you remember all the times you’ve shared with one another, his heart breaking from the good memories.

Taehyung gulps, trying his best to swallow the clump that has been resting since he left you, five years ago. The action goes unnoticed, your mind already cloudy enough.

Yeon-su is quick on her feet to move the conversation elsewhere, noticing Taehyung’s expression through the rear view mirror. The action of Yeon-au’s resting frown goes unnoticed by the both of you.

You managed to fall asleep, deciding that was the second best option to avoid Taehyung’s presence next to you for three hours. A sudden bump in the car wakes you up, and as you look out you notice the green nature surrounding Jimin’s car as you drive further in between the trees and finally getting a decent look at the wonderful cabin.

It’s bigger than you had expected, seemingly two stories up as big glass windows give you a glimpse of what’s inside. It’s very modern, chic even.

When the car is parked, you all step out, leaves crunching beneath your feet covering most of the area. The air is a bit colder here than in Seoul, more fresh as you inhale it while Yeon-su and Jimin walk to the trunk to bring the bags inside. Taehyung stays silent, not much is heard from him other than helping along the honeymoon pair.

The living room is big and spacious and you feel as if you just walked inside the house from Parasite. The furniture is a dark shade of olive green and black. Although the cabin is decorated in dark colors, you feel comfortable.

‘’Y/N, your room is upstairs next to Taehyung’s.’’ Yeon-su says as she hands you your bag. You nod with a semi smile, walking upstairs to your room for the weekend. It doesn’t surprise you that the bedroom has its own bathroom next to it and a queen sized bed.

When you begin to unpack, your mind goes back to the night in Taehyung’s apartment. His words, his warm palm wrapped around your wrist with a lost glint in his eyes as he looked at you, all hopeful yet lost. You’re not sure you’ve processed the night yet, settling on pushing it in the back of your mind and continuing to live as you did before Taehyung came back after five years. But your heart, no matter how much your mind tries to disprove the idea of Taehyung, continues to beat rapidly for him. You let out a sigh, sitting down on the bed and letting your hands feel the thick texture of the duvet. Your phone buzzes beside you and as you grab it, you notice that Jungkook messaged you.

koo did you get there okay? [4:35 pm]

you yeah slept the whole way through [4:35 pm]

you taehyung is here [4:36 pm]

koo oh god [4:36 pm]

koo do you need me to come get you???? [4:36 pm]

koo we’ll just act like i got through a huge break up and that i need you [4:36 pm]

you i’ll be okay [4:36 pm]

you thank you :) [4:37 pm]

koo *sent a photo* [4:37 pm]

You click on the photo, Samba looking directly into the camera lens, her big green eyes all wide and your heart calms by the sight of her. You really needed that.

koo to help :) samba says hi [4:37 pm]

you i truly do not deserve you [4:37 pm]

Everything seems to fall down, your mind eases due to you seeing Samba and remembering that even though you and Taehyung didn’t last, you and Samba will.

‘’Hey.’’ Yeon-su knocks lightly on your door, sneaking half of her body inside while peaking at you. She seems worried and curious.

‘’What’s up?’’ You continue to unpack, turning your back on her as she hesitantly moves next to you, sitting down.

‘’Are you and Taehyung okay?’’ The question throws you off guard and for a quick second you’re almost losing composure. It gives you a certain wake up call to the situation as a whole. Yeon-su and Jimin know nothing about you and Taehyungs’ actual relationship, so for the both of you to actively give each other side glances and act nothing like old high school friends, it shouldn’t surprise you that Yeon-su questions your behavior.

‘’Yeah, we’re fine.’’ You brush it off quickly, Yeon-su’s frown remaining yet she still lets go of it, leaving you alone to finish packing.

As the door closes, you let out a sigh, frustration seeping through you once again over Kim Taehyung and his fucking friendzoning. Was that even allowed? After everything? You know what? You’re not going to sit here, sighing over god knows what regarding your ex and you’re gonna do everything to get the best out of this trip, with or without him.

With that, you join the rest of the group for dinner, conversations flowing between all of you and the atmosphere clears out. Everything turns out to be way more comfortable regardless of you and Taehyung avoiding each other’s gaze.

Yeon-su suddenly excuses herself, leaving the room and returning with a petite box in her hands.

‘’Brought this little gem with me. Drinking game anyone?’’ Jimin excitedly claps, quick to join in on Yeon-su’s after dinner activity and because you’ve promised yourself to enjoy every second, you jump into the fun.

‘’Truth or drink, I’ll start.’’ Your friend places a deck of cards in the middle of the table, clearing it free so you’ll have easy access to pull a card. She grabs ahold of the first one, eyeing Jimin before reading it aloud to him.

‘’What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?’’

Taehyung holds in a laugh when Jimin hesitates on taking a shot or simply answering the question.

‘’Oh come on, it can’t be that bad!’’

‘’Trust me, if Jimin is thinking the one I am right now, it’s bad.’’ Taehyung calls out, his boxy smile on full display as he and Jimin stay keen on eye contact while Yeon-su is pressuring her boyfriend to spill.

‘’Babe, you don’t want to know. I’ll just take a shot.’’ He exhales right before finishing the shot in one go, drinking it as if it was water.

‘’Can’t believe I’m much braver than you. I bet you I'll answer every question.’’ Yeon-su raises her brows, arms crossed as Jimin rolls his eyes over her somewhat promise to everyone at the table. Although you aren’t that worried, Yeon-su is the most honest person you know, so for her to lie wouldn’t be efficient either way.

‘’We’ll see about that. My turn.’’ Jimin draws a card, giggling a bit before gaining courage to read it out.

‘’What’s the last thing you Googled?’’ Jimin sounds challenging and Yeon-su doesn’t hesitate to open her phone and show her Google history to all of us.

‘’How do people have threesomes? Yeon-su are you—’’

‘’I was just curious!’’ She shuts her phone off, Jimin and Taehyung easily cracking up due to Yeon-su's curiosity towards sex.

‘’I mean, porn is an option?’’ You speak up, the laughter easing down as the boys are quick to agree with you all while Yeon-su considers if her curiosity would get shut down simply by watching threesome porn.

‘’Well, at least Yeon-su answered right?’’ Taehyung is the next to say something and Yeon-su is grateful for him backing her up — the threesome question left behind for now.

Taehyung decides to go next, picking up a card and reading it as he goes. ‘’Do you believe in soulmates?’’ His eyes turn to you, awaiting an answer.

Soulmates. Something you’ve never dug into, but sitting here in front of Taehyung even though you never saw this day possible since he left, somehow makes you believe that if someone is meant to be in your life, they come back. But is that the case for Taehyung and you? Or is it just pure coincidence?

‘’Um, I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.’’ You shrug, Taehyung’s eyes once again telling you much more than he is all while your throat turns dry. You didn’t want to put much thought into it, but he looks… disappointed?

Taehyung clears his throat, and before any form of awkward tension can rise into the dining room, you pick up the next card.

‘’All right, what’s the one thing you would do if you knew there were no consequences?’’ Taehyung continues to stare down at his shot glass, scared to meet your eyes and without hesitation he chugs the shot in one go.

You wish your heart didn’t drop at the sight and you can’t help but feel as if the reason Taehyung can’t answer, is because of you.

‘’Oh come on Taehyung. That one is easy.’’ Jimin throws in, overlooking the strained tension between Taehyung and you.

‘’Don’t.’’ Jimin is thrown back by the warning his friend gives him and confusion plasters itself onto his face.

‘’I’ll go next!’’ Yeon-su, once again, saves the uncomfortable ambiance by her cheerishful and sweet energy. She always makes sure everyone around her is okay and doesn’t hesitate to step in to avoid conflict between her loved ones.

‘’Ooh! This one is fun. Who was your first real celebrity crush?’’

‘’Easy, Usher.’’ Jimin doesn’t miss a beat and if it weren’t for his stern expression none of you would be laughing as you are this instant.

‘’What?’’

‘’Nothing babe.’’

The game continues on for a bit longer, everyone getting fun questions, some are avoided while most of them are answered. Your head is starting to spin, your cheeks feel much warmer than before but you’re having fun. Taehyung himself has loosened up since the earlier question that caught you both off guard.

‘’Y/N, answer this! What’s the best intimate experience you’ve ever had?’’ If you weren’t already drunk enough, you would’ve taken a shot because the person who’s involved in the story is sitting not even a meter away from you. But you are, therefore no filter is involved, only the truth.

‘’I’d say… it was actually on a roof, right after stargazing and listening to Taylor Swift.’’ You admit and Taehyung smiles, as if he remembers the memory too and for a split second you notice him nodding, as if he agrees with your statement.

‘’Who was the lucky guy?’’

‘’I don’t see a card with that question Yeon-su.’’ You smirk, nailing the avoidance of the tempted question of your friend.

‘’Wait, on a roof? Isn’t that uncomfortable?’’ Jimin cringes at the thought, making you tilt your head back and laugh.

‘’Not when the person prepared with duvets and mattresses.’’

‘’Makes sense.’’

The conversation ends quickly and you all decide to crash for the night. The honeymoon pairs’ bedroom downstairs, while you and Taehyung walk beside one another upstairs, a comfortable silence shared between you.

When you’re standing in front of your door, you turn to Taehyung, his eyes already searching for yours and before you get to say goodnight, Taehyung beats you to it.

‘’I would’ve mentioned the campus library.’’ He smirks when your mouth drops over his confession.

‘’I–’’

‘’Goodnight.’’ He opens the door, giving you one more look before he disappears completely.

You’d blame the alcohol for Taehyung reminding you of the time when he brought you inside the campus library, both of you skipping class due to your mutual desires. Your body heats up as you reminisce how his hand held over your mouth as the other busied itself under your skirt, a few meters away from the library lady who was harsher than all of your teachers combined.

‘’Stay quiet baby. Can you do that for me?’’ He whispers, your moans muffled due to his hand covering up most of it.

You snap back, every part of your brain convincing your body that the alcohol is affecting you and not the man next door to you.

The clock reads four AM when your eyes open, your mind now sobered up. You find it difficult to fall asleep again, white spots cornering your brain because of the drinking game but one question you can’t help but forget seeps through. Knowing the couple, they’ve planned a few activities for tomorrow so sleep is needed if you want to at least survive the day.

You somehow settle on drinking a cup of tea to ease your mind and mostly your body who fought against you earlier after Taehyung’s odd goodnight to you.

The only light visible is the moon, reflecting itself to every surface in the living room, along with the kitchen and– oh.

‘’Hey, sorry. I couldn’t sleep.’’ Taehyung keeps his tone low, afraid he’ll wake up the sleeping couple.

‘’That’s okay, we’re in the same boat.’’ You move closer to the cabinet, Taehyung moving aside and that’s when you notice he isn’t wearing a shirt, only sweatpants. You try your best to look away, settling on finding the tea cabinet instead.

Taehyung watches your every move, how you sneakily tiptoe to reach the top shelf to fetch onto a tea box. Your skin is glowing under the moonlight and Taehyung wants nothing more than to move closer to you.

The water starts to boil, your fingers tapping against the marble of the kitchen counter as Taehyung silently sips on his own cup of tea. The silence is killing you.

‘’Taehyung?’’ He expects to meet your eyes, but you’re still looking down on the electric kettle. You feel his gaze on you, so you proceed to take a step further.

‘’Just— be honest with me. For once.’’ Taehyung gulps, every part of him hoping eternally that you won’t throw the obvious bomb who’s been locked away for all these years.

‘’Why? Why did you leave me? Leave us?’’ You’re on the verge of crying, Taehyung can tell by how you pressed your palms harder onto the counter for support and your voice getting choked up.

‘’I can’t. I’m sorry.’’ It’s for the best. That’s what Taehyung is trying to convince himself, because you didn’t deserve any of this but him explaining won’t solve anything. He fucked up once, he doesn’t need to make the same mistake again.

The silence returns as you pour down the warm water, fixing the tea for yourself. Taehyung is debating if he should leave you or hold on to this moment of the both of you alone.

You crush the memory for Taehyung by leaving without looking back once.

‘’I’m such a fucking idiot.’’

The following morning, Yeon-su and you are the first to awaken. Both reasons being completely different. All while Yeon-su has slept like a baby next to her boyfriend, you haven’t been able to close your eyes since last night. Thankfully, Yeon-su doesn’t question your obvious eye bags and invites you to go hiking instead.

You both follow the trail in the forest, enjoying the free view surrounding you. Yeon-su catches you up on all the gossip from her workplace, filled with nothing but unbearable co-workers and a lazy boss. You have told her countless times to quit, although in the end Yeon-su will never gain enough courage to make that choice for herself.

‘’Hey, we always talk about me. How about you? How’s work?’’ You kindly smile at her for noticing how she always manages to speak most of the time, leaving you no space to vent. Yeon-su always had a lot on her plate, good things most of the time which excited you as well. She’s your best friend, always has been since your orders got messed up at your local coffee shop, resulting in the both of you starting a conversation. She’s always made you feel at ease wherever you are, helping you out of difficult situations yet ever since Taehyung came back, you haven’t been able to say a single word about him.

You know in the end she’ll be there for you, understanding even, but you held a promise to Taehyung and that was to keep your past relationship from Yeon-su and Jimin.

‘’Work is good. Taking a day at a time, nothing big.’’ She hums along, as you both reach a lake surrounded by trees.

‘’You know, I’ve never seen you so happy before. Jimin is a good guy.’’ She smiles at your words regarding her relationship, and your heart swoons over how your best friend has finally found the one.

‘’He’s just the best, really.’’ You nod along, her smile returning when she tells you how exactly he asked her to be his. You’ve heard the story a few times, but as you look out onto the lake you feel yourself getting brought back to a day that has set itself as a scar on you.

‘’Taehyung? What’s going on?’’ You can’t read into his expression and it breaks your heart that he can’t even look into your eyes as he stands in front of your door.

‘’I– We’re done. I’m breaking up with you.’’ Everything around you stops, all the sounds, your heartbeat, your blood flowing. You’re stuck.

‘’Why? Please tell me this is some sick joke.’’ Denial, every part of you is in denial that Taehyung suddenly doesn’t want to be with you, not after everything you’ve been through.

‘’Goodbye. You can keep Samba.’’ He turns his back to you, disappearing as he walks down the stairs.

The moment he’s gone, you drop down to your knees, breaking down fully as your eyes never stop tearing up. You feel empty, useless but mostly heartbroken.

You lost him.

Samba walks up to you from behind, nuzzling her head on your arm. ‘’We’ll be okay.’’ You manage to say, despite you stuttering your way through it, every part of you breaking down.

‘’Yeah, Jimin’s definitely the one. I just know it.’’ Yeon-su catches you back to the present, your heartbeat back to its normal pace and your body starts to move again when she suggests you guys should head back to have brunch with the guys.

‘’You’re both meant for each other,’’ is the last thing you manage to say before you reach the cabin and Taehyung rushes out screaming all kinds of nonsense.

‘’Jimin fell.’’ Yeon-su pushes through Taehyung, rushing inside to her boyfriend who’s sitting down on the couch groaning out in pain.

The scene is heartbreaking. Yeon-su tries to calm Jimin down but he’s in too much pain after he accidentally missed a step and fell down hurting his knee in the process. Taehyung is surfing on the web, looking up any solutions to the situation and you’re preparing an ice pack to ease down the swelling.

Yeon-su has already stacked up pillows on the coffee table in front of the couch, keeping his leg elevated as you return with an ice pack. Jimin groans when the cold sensation reaches his warm skin.

‘’He needs a compressive bandage and painkillers, just in case.’’ Taehyung rushes next to you, both arms holding onto the laptop as he reads out.

‘’I’ll go.’’ You don’t hesitate. Jimin and you aren’t that close, so for Taehyung and Yeon-su to stay will calm him down a lot more.

‘’Are you sure?’’ You nod, grabbing the car keys from the entrance and Jimin manages to thank you before you run out of their sight.

The drive isn’t long, only ten to fifteen minutes to the closest pharmacy located in a small local city. You can’t even begin to imagine the stress Yeon-su must be going through right now. Seeing her boyfriend in pain and her not being able to do much. If you were in her position, your heart would break at the sight of seeing a person you care about being hurt.

You hate your mind for thinking about Taehyung getting hurt instead and what you would’ve done or how you would’ve reacted. Sadly, you’d convince your body to not do much, not since he left and completely shattered you as if those eight years of you together was nothing. You’re getting distracted. Whenever even an ounce of you begins to draw Taehyung in again as someone who matters to you, you lose yourself. One by one you lose the chance to speak, to stand up for yourself because he made you weak, made you blame yourself for everything. The break up, all the memories you have from the time you spent together in your college apartment that he basically lived in at the time and owning Samba together. All of it was for nothing.

The pharmacy comes into sight, the green neon light flickering once or twice and you hurry yourself out of Jimin’s car, almost sprinting inside the shop.

‘’Hi, I’m looking for a compressive bandage and some pain killers.’’ The pharmacist nods along, an old lady dressed in all white, her glasses decorating her neck with a pearl string. Her gestures are soft, easing you down as she advises you regarding Jimin’s knee and to keep an eye out for swelling.

‘’Thank you so much.’’ Your grateful tone catches her off guard, giggling as she brushes you off.

‘’It’s really no problem. I hope your friend recovers quickly.’’ She hands you the brown paper bag, wishing you a nice weekend as you walk out of the store.

You feel small drops falling from the sky, painting your jacket along the way and you hurry to the car before it worsens. As you shut the car door, the rain increases, big drops falling along on the exposed windscreen. You’re surprised how quickly the weather changed. The unexpected drops are not calming down and sadly you don’t have time to wait out the rain. You activate the wiper blades, managing to get out of town safely.

The rain doesn’t stop, only increasing and that’s when you hear the first lighting strike right behind you. Your body almost flinches, but you try to remain calm despite the chaos erupting behind you.

It’s not often that you drive when there’s a storm forming, so you keep the car at a normal pace, keeping yourself in control and do everything to reach the cabin.

The drive takes a bit longer, although you manage to arrive a few minutes later than planned. The thing that surprises you most isn’t how the storm shifted last minute and calmed down, no. It’s Taehyung, running up to you right after the car is parked.

‘’Fuck, are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay.’’ Taehyung’s eyes worriedly scans your face, grabbing a hold of it and you’re too stunned to form a decent reply.

‘’Wh-what?’’

‘’I’m such a fucking idiot.’’ Taehyung pulls you into his arms, his voice clogged like yours was the night before when he couldn’t simply answer you. Taehyung is… crying.

‘’I should’ve gone with you. I should've never let you go alone. I'm sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.’’ He squeezes you tighter, sobbing on your shoulder as the rain continues to fall on the both of you. Taehyung doesn’t seem to care, all he does is stay put, holding onto you and continuously apologizing.

You want to ask questions about his weird and off putting behavior, but Jimin is a priority first.

An unexpected lighting shock results in you both running along each other inside. Yeon-su is lying just as she did when you left, softly speaking to Jimin who’s trying his best not to focus on the pain that's been hitting his knee since the abrupt fall.

‘’I’m here. I have everything.’’ You hand the semi wet bag to your friend, thanking you as she takes hold of it. You decide to take a shower before you catch a cold and Taehyung is quicker than you, already gone into his room.

You excuse yourself, letting Yeon-su take care of Jimin as you continue with your plan. The warm water helps calm your body and for the first time since you arrived at the cabin you miss home. You miss Samba, her smell, her warm fur and how she always consols you when you’re stressed or overwhelmed. You miss Jungkook, his awful drinking skills, his lame jokes that somehow manage to work in the end, his ranting about everyone he’s slept with. You overall miss how you feel when you’re surrounded by Jungkook and Samba. You’ll keep in mind to text Jungkook and to ask how he’s doing along with taking care of your cat.

You’re trying to think of what Jungkook would tell you to do after the episode with Taehyung crying his eyes out in your arms with no explanation. But something you do know, is that you won’t leave the cabin without finding out why. Deep down, your gut is telling you this is a bad idea but it becomes too late when you’re finally standing in front of Taehyung’s door, ready to knock.

You swallow down an awaiting clump by the edge of your throat, collecting yourself to knock. Hesitation seeps through the walls between you and for a moment you want to take a step back, force yourself to forget everything and stop fighting for someone who clearly doesn’t love you. Yet he shows, opening the door for you, as if it was a sign for you to pull through with the floating questions roaming the top of your head, wishing to bounce onto Taehyungs.

‘’Hi.’’ His eyes are puffy, nose stuffed although he still manages to smile at you. Even if it isn’t genuine, it feels good, right even. You remember the last time Taehyung smiled at you. It was when you made him listen to your mother’s favorite music as you two were cooking an early breakfast, the sunlight peeking through the blinds, an orange glist blooming itself into your living room and onto your kitchen.

He kept his smile, while you sang your heart out to him and gave him an early morning show. You were giggling constantly as the sweet smell appeared while Taehyung flipped a few pancakes.

‘’Y/N?’’ Shit. You must’ve zoned out.

‘’Yeah, hi. Sorry can we talk?’’

Taehyung hesitates, looking back before giving in and opening the door further, giving you space to walk in freely as he shuts the door behind you.

‘’I’ll be quick. What was that? Back there? When you—’’

‘’Nothing. Just, forget it happened.’’ You’ve lost count of how many times Taehyung has easily slipped through your fingers, brushing you off as if whatever you say to him will never be enough.

‘’Taehyung, I’m worried.’’ He still doesn’t look at you and you feel small, cramped in the spacious room. You’re nervous, every nerve cracking itself open the longer you stand in front of him with a blank answer. It makes you realize that parts of Taehyung have changed. He’s always honest with you, never scared of admitting when something was bothering him or even if he simply wanted to be alone. Yet now, he can’t even look at you while offering you absolutely nothing. It's as if he’s a ghost, brushing his hand past yours not being able to grab it because he’s already gone.

‘’Can you just drop it please?’’ Taehyung’s tone reaches an ounce harsher, grabbing his hair in frustration because you’ve grown stern towards him. You care, he knows that and he wants nothing more than to tell you everything that happened from the moment he walked out on you and Samba’s life. Why he did it, how much he regrets it, how much he’s missed you and the sparkle of joy your eyes carry. He wants to do all of it, but something is holding him back. The truth. The hard truth.

‘’Taehyung. For this friendship or whatever the fuck you call it to work, you need to stop constantly shutting me down! I’m just trying to help you and you don’t even care.’’ You’re shouting, voice breaking through every wall in this house but you’ve reached your breaking point. You’re done caring. You’re done fighting. You’re done trying to save him.

‘’Leave.’’ Taehyung whispers and your mouth drops, eyes crinkling as tears appear. Your breath is swallowed but you do as told.

Going to your room was one choice, but it would only leave you to think everything through and probably crush you in the process of everything falling down into one. Yeon-au and Jimin were talking downstairs, their voices echoing as soon as you left Taehyung’s room. Maybe it’ll be good for you to sit in their company.

“Hey,” they both look up at you, smiling as you reach closer. “How’s the knee? Any better?”

“Hurts like a bitch, but I’ll live.” Jimin looks down at the ice pack covering his knee, while Yeon-su sits at the edge, nuzzling his stomach.

“Did you guys eat yet?” Both of them nod no, and you make it your new mission to finish the brunch that was planned earlier. Or more so lunch, due to the time flying.

You manage to make some ramen quickly, leaving some for Taehyung if he ever decides to show while the three of you eat silently in the living room. Jimin smiles for the first time since the accident when he’s halfway through the bowl and by Yeon-su’s expression, she’s finally at ease.

‘’We should use the hut tub.’’ The infamous hut tub Jimin mentioned earlier in the car and because the rain finally stopped, you see no harm in using it this afternoon.

‘’I’m not a big fan, I’ll just take a nap.’’ Yeon-su expresses, grabbing your bowls along with her own. She begins to wash after you, scolding you for getting up and asking her to leave up to yourself.

“You and Jimin should use it. I think some warm water might be good for him after he fell.” You nod, returning to Jimin as you help him stand, both of you slowly moving towards the hut tub outside by the patio.

It takes some time for the both of you to get in the water, but as soon as you step into it, it was all worth it.

The company of Jimin is fitting, he’s fully exposing all about what it’s actually like to be a model and to do runways. You’ve never known any models, so for Jimin to be the first, you’re thrilled.

“It’s actually how I met Taehyung.” His eyes smile along with his teeth.

“Oh, I didn’t know Taehyung could model.” You’re surprised over the setting for the both to meet. You remember vaguely Taehyung having no interest in being in front of a camera, let alone a public. So modeling would be the last job he’d take. But clearly, he’s changed. So maybe, it turned out to be perfect for him either way.

“No no. His friend had the flu, so he filled in for him.” Your heart flutters at Jimin’s words. Taehyung’s kindness was like no other, always doing what he can to save someone he cares for. Maybe he hasn’t changed that much… you just haven’t seen it.

“That’s really sweet of him.”

“Can I ask you something?” You nod.

“Did you know her?” Jimin tilts his head, his smile fading along the further his head tilts.

“Who?”

“The girl Taehyung was in love with since he was 16.” You would lie if you admitted that your heart didn’t flinch at Jimin’s question. How did he know? Did Taehyung mention your past?

“I heard about her.” Your tone is hesitant but it doesn’t seem to faze him.

“I wish it worked out between them. The way his eyes lit up whenever he mentioned her, I can’t believe it ended.” You swallow the big clump forming in your throat, every memory of you and Taehyung flashing you all at once.

“Y-yeah. Me neither.”

“That’s why when he drank to his question, I just knew it was about her.” Jimin’s head lowers, his heart breaking along for his best friend who’s been broken for longer than he knows.

You feel your whole body freeze. Everything becomes too overwhelming for you, your emotions, wanting to move on…

It becomes impossible for you, knowing Taehyung feels broken too.

You grab your jacket, deciding to walk outside on the patio and surround yourself with complete silence. The hardwood creaks as you walk on it, leaves plastered all around it and you feel like a kid again, playing with the remaining leaves with your feet. When you look back inside, Yeon-su and Jimin have gone to bed early. The rest of the dinner is on the table ready to eat. You don’t feel hungry, you haven’t been since the conversation in Taehyung’s bedroom.

Saving people is a difficult term. In reality, you can’t save everyone and especially not the ones who don’t want to be saved. It has nothing to do with you wanting constantly to be there for everyone and lifting each person up, but that was the case for him.

You’ve known Taehyung since your parents moved next to his house. He was your first real friend. You were a bit shy in the beginning, coming from a secluded town with not many residents but Taehyung made moving here worth it. You remembered how much you kicked your feet in the backseat as your father stepped on the wheel and drove further and further away from your childhood home.

Taehyung took you in as his friend, inviting you each day to his place where you’d jump into the pool and eat snacks afterwards, laughing whenever Taehyung had crumbs covering the top of his shirt too lazy to remove it with a swift motion.

Taehyung saved you. He saved you from bad people in middle school, high school and even college. Whenever you felt lost, he was there guiding you towards the right path as you did the same for him.

You smile, watching the moon as your tears stain your soft warm cheeks. You’ll have to accept it eventually. To accept that the reason behind Taehyung leaving will remain unknown.

You hide your face in your big jacket, taking in the sounds of the trees moving due to the wind and how it somehow creates a melody. It’s a moment like this that reminds you you’ll pull through. You’ve done all you could, now all you need to do is accept it.

You step closer to the edge of the patio, supporting both hands onto the railing as you tilt your head upwards to get a decent look at the moon.

Admiring the moon has always been in your nature. Ever since you were little and your parents bought you the glow in the dark stars stickers for the ceiling, the night has always been an escape for you.

It takes you back to every night you’ve missed out on sleep as a little girl, the stars becoming a part of you. And as the moon shines even brighter than it has, you get a sense of hope for yourself.

With one last look, you walk back into the cabin. Taehyung is in the open kitchen, face down as both arms stretch onto the surface. You aren’t exactly careful when you walk past him, his face lifting itself quickly, bloodshot red eyes displayed in front of you.

‘’Do you remember when we found Samba? We were walking outside of campus, she was crying out for us when we walked by that dumpster. Thank god for your good hearing. Imagine if we never found her?’’ You’re appalled by Taehyung’s choice of conversation, although your body doesn’t move hearing everything as your mouth is sealed shut.

‘’I’m so glad we saved her. If only I could save us.’’ Taehyung wipes his eyes into the sleeve of his shirt before continuing. ‘’That night, when I left. I don’t think I’ve ever cried that much actually.’’

‘’You… you left me. You left me and you still had it in you to cry? Why?’’

‘’I never wanted to leave you in the first place. I did it for you. I did it because you deserved better.’’ Taehyung moves closer, his cheeks stained as much as yours. You want to believe him, but you both deserved every inch of one another. It’s always been you and him.

‘’Taehyung.’’ You take a step back, giving up on the hope that’s been hanging itself on a thin thread for five years over the question. ‘’I’m sorry, I don’t believe you. Let’s just end everything here, please I can’t take this anymore. The doubts, the unresolved questions, the tension… it’s all too much. Please just, drop it.’’

A pause. Taehyung turns his back to you, a signal for you to leave. You turn, a few steps are being taken but they stop.

‘’My friend… he—’’ Taehyung tries to breathe, his words clogged but he’s given in. ‘’My friend, he’s gone because of me. My friend fucking died because of me.’’

‘’Taehyung.’’

‘’I should’ve never let him get in that car. It’s my fault.’’ Taehyung takes courage to turn, the front of his shirt wet, his palms tensing for him to be able to hold a straight composure.

‘’Then the storm came and he never called.’’ Your heart breaks, reminded of when Taehyung ran out to you, continuously asking if you were okay when you came back. He thought he had lost you too.

‘’I couldn’t bring you down that path of guilt. Not after everything you’ve done for me.’’

You’re at loss for words. Still, you move towards Taehyung searching for his eyes that are blurry, blocked by the tears threatening to spill and you hug him.

Taehyung doesn’t move. You squeeze yourself tighter around his form, crying yourself.

‘’You’ll be okay.’’ Taehyung finally gives in, engulfing you while his sobs fill the room. He lets out every ounce of pain he buried within himself. Your hand gently rubs his back, repeating the three words in a soft voice.

It’s the first time in five years that Taehyung knows for certain that he’ll be okay.

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what fate decides [taehyung x reader] [part 2]

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summary: You're a beta in love with your best friend, alpha Kim Taehyung. Except you know that you can never fulfill his dominating urges, so you draw a line between the two of you. Cherish his small kisses and embraces until an omega has to come along.

Until one day, you're not a beta anymore. Now, it's nearly impossible to resist the protective, endearing alpha in front of you.

pairing: taehyung x reader

chapter tags/warnings: angst, self-depricating thoughts, fluff, alpha/omega, a/b/o dynamics, best friends to lovers, slow burn ish, smut, mature, swearing, car accidents

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You remember how he used to creep through your window and curled up next to you. Your bed creaked as you let him settle, but every sound—as he took off his shoes, chucked off his jacket, ran a hand through his hair, all this illuminated in the moonlight—shattered your heart. It’s as fragile as glass whenever he’s around, and wonder how many more times you’d have to mend it together until it’s just not possible.

“What’s it like?” You had to ask. “Being an Alpha?”

You’re sure that your memory is different from his. All you remember is coming home one day, ready to throw the kid out the window because he annoyed you all day, placing pranks for you around the school and sticking his tongue out. It’s not fair that the sunbae’s loved him too, and that he got away with everything if he smiled wide enough. The boxy smile and crinkling in his eyes were enough to melt any girl’s heart, including yours. Though you expected to confront him about that and skipping classes, his mother confronted you—telling you he was an alpha.

He was sixteen then. You seventeen. But by then, you were well-aware of the impacts of designation. Enough so that you left without asking questions.

His arms went around your waist. Mouth near the back of your neck, him burying his face in your shoulder. Legs tangling up with yours. As a beta, senses weren’t as heightened, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t smell someone else on him. Mijun. And it made you want to throw up. Because it’s all too clear what he spent the night doing—calming his urges down.

Well, not urges, but… yeah. It was mutual for the two of them, and you liked Mijun as an acquaintance. She was one of the few people who treated you nicely and hung around Taehyung at the same time.

“What’s it like?” He asked in return. “Being a Beta?”

“Dull,” you responded. Hopeless. Beta’s and Alpha’s don’t go together. They just don’t. Biology demands for an Omega to be with an Alpha. Same with the other way around. You, you were like the leftovers the world created. The followers—the secretary in the movie that cleaned up after everybody’s mess, but was never given credit for it.

At least, that’s how it felt as a teenager.

“Uncontrollable,” he told you. Added, “The only time I feel like I’m in my right mind is with you.”

Yeah, because you’re logical. There’s nothing more to this exchange except that you two will be friends. And it only made the bitter taste in your tongue get worse.

That part didn’t change.��

There are certain telltale signs—other than the additional signs of aggressiveness, stronger scents that even you can pick up, and constant growls—that accompany Taehyung when he’s about to go into rut. For one, the idol becomes impossible overbearing, becoming attached to your hip and hovering over you like you’re either pregnant or weak.

This is one of the many reasons I didn’t come to Korea, you think, as the alpha comes in with several grocery bags. Like come on, you are a Beta. Capable of carrying both an Alpha and Omega on your backs, which is why usually you had positions where you were the mediator. It’s a talent, multitasking—doing jobs and calming down both so called levels simultaneously.

“Did you want to eat something?”

“No,” Taehyung mutters, scowling at the string of hoodies on the ground. In your defense, you were entranced in a scene, and refused to be sucked out of it. Cleaning up after yourself would cause you to lose all the ideas you came up with plot wise. “I’m cooking tonight.”

“You learned how to cook?” You laugh.

He scowls. “Of course I learned how to cook. Who’s going to take care of you? All you do is order to-go food.”

It’s not just the food that’s annoying him—you can tell. It’s the fact that the two of you fought over where you would stay. Taehyung kept arguing that his apartment was available, but you didn’t want to take advantage. And yeah, you understand that it’s stupid not accepting a free space where you don’t have to pay rent, but then when you think about how the media would portray it, it all sounds wrong. So you reside in a small apartment a bit larger than your studio, and let him come over.

“Hey!” The protest rings loud and clear. “I can cook a great ramen, where the noodles aren’t overcooked and there’s just the right amount of broth. Doesn’t that count for something?”

“No, because ramen isn’t healthy.”

“If you’re going to be like this, find an omega to spoil, Taehyung ah,” you joke. Your heart clenches, but you force the smile to remain on your face. It’s better this way, to create distance. Now that you can’t do that by land or ocean, you have to do it through words.

Yes, it’s painful, pushing Taehyung away. But you’ve lived with the fantasy of a beta and alpha being compatible for years, only for it to be crushed whenever he slept with another girl, or snapped at you through his ruts. Just like the alpha could be gentle, he could be vicious, too. And it wasn’t—isn’t—your job to calm him down in that area.

It’s his omega’s.

98% of marriages between an alpha and beta end in divorce, you tell yourself when the idol clenches his jaw. Taehyung and you won’t be any different, not that he’s even interested in you in the first place.

“So, what are you going to cook?”

“Curry,” he mumbles, running a hand through his hair. The other hand is placed on the small of your back as he kisses your shoulder, then your forehead. “Go rest, love. You look like you’re about to topple over.”

Yeah, because the mattress that you bought—one of the cheaper ones—isn’t as great as the one in America. And as you’re getting older, your back is only annoying you more. So you lay on the sofa as Taehyung cuts the green onions and starts chopping the carrots in silence. When he started cooking, you can’t even recall. All of a sudden, he just starting to grow taller than you did, and take care of you like you used to take care of him.

It’s unsettling, really.

You want to scream.

In joy, of course.

Heading home from a cafe, you’re beaming, nearly tripping over the sidewalk as you run home. You managed to finish plotting your novel, and are finally—finally—satisfied at how it would turn out when you start writing it. And today is the day—it has to be. You’re running home when the idol himself calls.

“You have a meeting today with the PD?” You ask. “Or do you not have anything better to do than annoy me?”

“Ha,” Taehyung mutters. “Funny. I was wondering—” That’s when you spot him. Wearing a coat and dress pants, along with a pair of sneakers by the streetlamp. The wind’s blowing, sending the December snow scattering into your eyes, but you squint through it to get a better glance at him. Your nose is cold, and your teeth are chattering, and you should be home. But here you are, picking Taehyung up. There’s a scarf around his neck, but you know it’s not from him. It’s not his. Shivering, your hands are too numb to press the end call button.

Taehyung’s eyebrows knit together, but then he glances up. His eyes are smiling already when he steps forward. And you don’t think. You run.

Stupid, stupid mistake. The light might be green, but the snow’s heavy. And your timing has always been terrible. Your legs ache, but then you slam into something. Lights—yellow? white?—flash in front of your eyes, and you don’t know what happens. You’re just on the ground. Your bones feel like they’re shattered, and you whimper. It’s more than numbness you’re feeling now.

Fire. Fire is spreading all throughout your body, and it’s like something has knocked out your voice, making it impossible for you to do anything.

Then fear. It sets in like the ice pricking your skin. You want to thrash, but you can’t.

“Love? Love. Love,” he repeats. First with the nickname he gave you, then your actual one. Hovers above you, calling your name, voice hoarse and throaty, panic laced in the edges. Just like always, you’re drawn into Taehyung, your senses tunneling in to focus on nothing but him. Even the sirens drift into the background, along with the other hands that are grabbing you, checking your pulse, making sure you’re alive.

“Stay with me!”

BONUS (cause I was bored and wanted to stay in this drabble for a little longer):

Providing for you pleases Taehyung. You don’t know it, of course, but the way you unconsciously react to him—eyes brightening, lips curving upwards, and head tilting back—it tells his alpha that you’re submitting to him, eager for his return. Sometimes, before he can think better of not ruining the friendship the two of you established, he’ll lean in and wrap his arms around you, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

Fighting the urge to mark and bite it. Leave hickeys around in the area so everyone—including you—can know you’re his. For now, he has to provide indirectly. Making sure that you have a nice apartment, one that isn’t blocked by other buildings and has the right amount of sunlight. You also like the garden balconies, so he gets you one.

Anything you want, anything you need, it’s yours.

“We could sleep. It’s just the same bed,” he protests. “We’ve done it since we were kids. Fuck, we take naps together even now with you and top of me.”

“That’s on the sofa.”

“And what’s the difference of it being on a bed?”

“There is no difference,” you hesitate. “But you are in rut, Taehyung.”

“Noona,” he sighs. “I’m not a teenager anymore. I’m in tune with my alpha, and I know when my rut will hit me hardest. I promise I’ll be out by then, but I just want to cuddle with someone who’s not my members at all. So come upstairs, okay? I’ll be waiting.”

He’s not wrong—he is comfortable. Legs tangled together, you let him play with the strands of your hair, arms wrapping around his waist. You can hear his heartbeat, head laid directly over it. That, along with the soft coos his alpha makes, causes your eyes to grow drowsy. So when Taehyung pulls away for a second, you mumble incoherent words, something about your heating pad disappearing.

And then the alpha hears it—the soft whines that settle when he molds himself to you again. It subsides in an instant, and his eyes widen when he takes in your closed eyes and parted lips. If anything, your beta is calling out to him, and though the two pairs—alpha and beta—aren’t usually mated, this itself shows that you’re attached to him.

More than attached. Attracted.

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HoM: Order 66 PART II

Warnings: leaving a lot of the warnings the same as it all entails- angst in the beginning, middle, oh and a lot a the end. Angst with Padme, mentions of pregnancy. Did i mention angst? I did? Well there’s more. Death, mentions of blood, violence, friends turning on friends. Anakin is a warning, literally, angst, Mentions of sickness and again, death. Oh yeah and angst.

Summary: After the death of your friend, you must find a place of safety for yourself, but upon learning someone else you care about is trapped in the crossfire, you venture into the Jedi temple in order to try and rescue them.

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The security team was more hesitant to let you pass by today, checking you for credentials and making sure you were indeed the Senator’s dear friend. You were unsure of why it would be any different. You’d been here only yesterday. Of course, you couldn’t say you blamed them. Clones all over the city were going rogue, and there was no telling you was safe and who wasn’t.

You stepped into the elevator, finally feeling a semblance of peace in this time, however little.

When the doors opened on the floor of her apartment, you wasted no time in passing by the guard that was stationed there while Anakin was away. He tried to stop you, to make sure you were allowed to be here. It was only protocol, but you were far passed any of that right now. Your friend had just been murdered in cold blood for no purpose other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you needed answers. You waved a hand back, keeping the guard still until you were out of the room. It made you seem far more suspicious than before, but you weren’t here to play games.

“Padme?” You called out into the several rooms, stopping in your tracks when she came out to meet you. She was dressed in a lovely silk nightgown, presumably about to go to bed, but clearly she was struggling to, since she had tears streaming down her face. She came rushing towards you and held in in an embrace, crying onto your shoulder and thanking whatever force that you were alive and okay.

“There’s been an attack on the Jedi at the temple, watchers say that the clones have turned on them and won’t stop until they have all been killed,” her explanation gave you more insight as to what was going on, but it still didn’t give you the information as to why. Why were the clones doing this? What was their reasoning, and why did it happen all at once. This wasn’t a rebellion, it was an ordered massacre.

“Where’s Anakin? I thought he was coming back her to see you after meeting with the chancellor.”

She started sobbing uncontrollably now, and you were certain you’d said something wrong.

“He never came back, he went to the temple,” she couldn’t even talk at this point, her lips trembled in sadness and fear of what may have happened to him. You tried to calm her down, hoping you could come up with a plan to keep her at ease. There wasn’t anything too be settled about this, it was purely chaos, and was diminishing any hope for survival of the Jedi. The ranks they had built, from the ground up, hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of units, all now focused to kill those they fought alongside.

“I’ll go find him,” you said quietly, figuring it out in your head as you went, but not fully sure how you’ll be able to make it happen. You would do it, no matter the cost, because Anakin was your brother, and if anything happened to him, you’d never forgive yourself for not trying. You’d already lost someone today, and given that the assault was on the temple, you knew there were probably more. You knew Obi-Wan was still alive, because if he wasn’t you’d probably be writhing on the ground somewhere from the pain you normally shared with him. Whenever he was hurt, you felt it. If he’d been dead, you would be too, even if it was just in a metaphorical sense.

“No, it’s too dangerous, they could kill you.”

“I can’t stay here. My presence in this building puts you at risk. If I can find Anakin and help him escape, you both can leave Coruscant and be safe.”

She didn’t like this argument, because either way she could lose someone, but as much as it pained her to even think about it, she did not want to let her child grow up without their father, knowing that something could have been done to prevent it. She was still crying, and shook her head, unsure of how to decide. Anakin could already be dead, and you’d be putting yourself at risk for nothing, but something inside of her, deep within her newfound energy told her that he was alive, and wanted more than anything to return to her.

“I’m not asking your permission, Padme,” you recognized the look on her face, the one when she was about to decide a course of action. You would not need it from her, though, as your mind was made up.

“Please be careful,” she said in a firm tone, though her tears effected the solidness of her voice. You knew this wasn’t a suggestion, it was a demand. You were not often reckless, but in order to obtain Anakin, you may have to take a page from his playbook.

You pulled away from her, looking out the window to see the smoke and fire emitting from the temple. It was going to be hell getting in there, but you’d figure it out once you got there. You were good at spontaneous planning, and most often you thrived under pressure. Just like Obi-Wan did.

“I’ll be back, and I’m going to bring him with me.”

All the entrances were guarded, no one went in, no one went out. The bodies of dead Jedi lay on the steps of the temple, and leading inside of it. You were nauseous at the sight of it, but persevered to a tunnel that no clones could no about. It was the one that lead to the underground system. Most Jedi never even knew of it’s existence, but they would now, as it seemed to be the only viable option of escape. The problem was, the tunnels were covertly designed to be small and compact to keep their location a secret, so there probably weren’t too many people able to make it through at a time.

You snuck around the side of the temple platform, far away from any of the clones in sight, and found that the bricks had already been pulled out of place. Someone used it already, but it looked abandoned since then.

You climbed into the crawlspace, remembering how much you hated tight areas, but shoved the thought aside in order to push through. You felt Anakin’s presence, and new that he was near. When you crawled a good fifty yards or so, you met the end of the tunnel. Above you was a grate, that was specifically made to blend in with the ventilation systems on either side. It was clever, and you remembered the first time you stumbled upon it as a child, noticing the way the other two sprouted cold air, but this one never seemed to work. You’d asked Master Qui Gon about it, actually, because he was the only one around at the time. It was one of the few fond memories you had with him, and it wasn’t long after that he was killed. You hoped you could prevent the one he sought after from the same fate. Anakin was the chosen one, and he would bring the force back into balance.

You raised the grate when the hall above you went silent, pulling yourself out and watching for clones that may be patrolling. You stood up and went to round a corner, immediately crashing into the chest of someone. You got scared, and ignited your lightsaber upon instinct, but when your vision cleared there he stood before you, the one you’d been looking for. Anakin Skywalker. He looked angry, and miserable, and you figured he must have seen what all has happened inside the temple. He looked shocked to see you, and very eerie. Almost as if he was upset you were here.

“Anakin,” you were relived, for there hadn’t been a scratch on him. You pulling him into a hug, but he was stiff and would not reciprocate your actions. You knew he had probably seen many horrors today. He held his lightsaber in his hand, and you figured he had defended himself to get to this point. “We have to go, Padme is worried sick for you.”

Again he was stiff, unmoving as you tried to pull him towards the tunnels. You weren’t sure if he even knew about them. You’d never told him before.

“What are you doing? If we stay any longer the clones will kill us,” you explained to him, begging him with all the sanity you had left that he might comply with you, and take your outstretched hand. Did he have some kind of death wish? Why did he stand here like nothing was wrong, why was he so still?

“I can’t leave,” he said, dropping his head to face the ground. You were losing your mind right now, as you heard clone footsteps rapidly approaching from another area. You told Padme you were going to bring him, and you planned on upholding your word. He needed to get his act together and come with you. “I have a duty to uphold.”

“Anakin, now is not the time to be a hero, you’re wife is waiting for you.”

He looked back to your eyes, and when you met his, they were not the pretty blue ones you used to know. They were golden in color, and had a redd tint in the middle. You’d only ever seen eyes like that once in your life, and it was when you looked in the mirror the day after Obi-Wan faked his death. It was a sign of darkness taking over. you gasped at the sight, and began backing away, before you turned into a full on sprint towards another room. He was a faster runner, and caught you with ease, pinning you against the wall and holding you still, though you began thrashing in his grip.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me, I won’t hurt you,” he tried to calm you down, to ensure you tat you were safe by is hand, but you couldn’t seem to relax knowing he’d been responsible for some of this. He didn’t even need to tell you, you could feel it, as soon as you saw his eyes you knew the extent of his darkness. You never realized he harbored it in himself, as you did.

“What have you done?” You were shaking, you didn’t know what else to do, as you were trapped, and didn’t believe there was any way out, not alive, at least.

“You don’t understand, but I can make you,” he said confidently, releasing you from the pillar he held you against and let you roam around. He was dark, from head to toe, it radiated off him like spice from a freight carrier, looming in the air. “I have become more powerful than any Jedi could possibly imagine, and once I’ve completed my mission, I will even be able to save the people I love.”

“At what cost? Anakin, this darkness, it’s not who you are, all this bloodshed on your hands should never have been spilt,” you knew it was too late for him, you sensed it. He was always set in his new ways, and didn’t care what the price was, he was prepared to pay it, all of it. Your heart broke to see how far he had strayed from the teachings he’d been given, same as you. It was something of a disaster, the scene of him walking in front of you, not a care in the world as to what he had done.

“The darkness has always been there, and it was waiting to help me become one with the force in all the ways the Jedi would never allow. You more than anyone should know how that feels.”

He was right, you did know how that felt. In your case, though, you had nothing left to lose. You’d lost the love of your life, or at least you thought you did, along with your mentor and closest person in your life. They were one and the same, and you didn’t know if you’d ever recover, but then you found out he was alive, and you felt shame for ever turning to a force that was darker than anything you’d ever used before. It felt wrong, and dirty. It felt like you were covered in mud and needed a shower to rid yourself of all the horrible stains that had become embedded into your skin. The darkness may have been inside you, but it never belonged there. You were worried that once Anakin had come to realize this himself, it would be too late to reverse it.

“It’s not what it’s made out to be. It makes you full of regret, and leaves you with a scar that never heals,” you had tears in your eyes for what had to be the tenth time today. You couldn’t seem to avoid it, and were constantly standing in tragic situations that invoked awful emotion.

“You were never trained to harness it. If you join me now, you will receive this same power, and I can teach you how to use it,” he was smiling like a mad man, and you were more afraid of him now than you had ever been. This wasn’t even him, anymore. This was a monster in the body of Anakin Skywalker. This was not the boy you had grown up beside and loved since you met him in this very room all those years ago.

“I won’t join you, Anakin. Can’t you see that what you’ve done is terrible?” You wanted to get through to him, if only enough for him to let you go, but you were beginning to think that he was so undone at this point, he may even kill you to prevent you leaving this room.

“From my point of view, I’ve made peace, and disposed of a corrupt order before they could destroy the galaxy. If you could only see things my way,-“

“Enough! Anakin, this is madness. I will never join you, because it goes against everything we ever learned, everything Obi-Wan ever taught us. I can’t believe you would follow such a dark path,” you cried, the tears rolling down your cheeks and onto your robes, which were stained with Mak Lotor’s dried blood, already.

He was angry, not with you specifically, but with the fact that he knew you wouldn’t turn, not while Obi-Wan was still alive. He knew that had the man been dead, you may have switched sides without hesitation.

“If you’re not willing to conform to the new laws of the chancellor, then you have committed treason, and I have no choice but to kill you,” his eyes turned gold again, and he ignited his lightsaber. He was the only one who could ever beat you, and when fighting him, you lost every time. You had no cards left to play, and you weren’t in the shape to fight anyone else. You were drained, physically and emotionally, and if you had to raise your saber one more time, you would surely die. You knew it was coming, the sting of his fiery blade was inevitable, but when he raised it into the air, you spouted the last words you could possibly muster that might stay his blade.

“I’m sorry, Anakin.”

You weren’t just using it as a ploy to get away, you really meant it. He had been dealing with terrible troubles lately, and you never noticed. You weren’t there to help him with the nightmares, or talk him through an episod of heat and anger. You weren’t there to stop him from going back for the chancellor, or to keep him from pledging his allegiance to the corrupt politician and Sith lord. You weren’t there, and you should have been.

He was about to bring down his arm, which would split you in two halves, but stopped before the saber could even burn a hair on the top of your head. He looked down at you, and he saw the little girl he met when he was only nine. You were seven at the time, bright and optimistic, though you’d been bullied for years. He saw the girl who at only twelve years of age started having horrific nightmares because she helped him with his own, carrying them for him as if it were a simple task. He saw the girl who always wanted to help him, even when it went against the Jedi code, because it made him happy. He saw the girl who stood by as the only witness when he married the love of his life. He saw the girl who never abandoned him, or gave him up like all others did. He saw someone that he couldn’t harm even if he tried to. You were his sister, and if he killed you, now, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

He dropped his weapon, and heaved heavy breaths as he furrowed his brows. He was disobeying direct orders from the chancellor by letting you go, but he couldn’t let you get hurt.

“Run,” he said under his breath, catching your eye line again, his eyes returned to that lovely shade of blue, though there was still darkness looming within them. “Keep running, and never turn back.”

You didn’t waste another moment before bolting away from him. You knew that while he gave you a chance, you needed to take it, because there wouldn’t be another one. He was consumed, now. No doubt about it.

You made sure the coast was clear before trying to make it back to the floor grate. You ran back to it, but then you heard a cry for help. Not a physical cry, but one that could be heard and felt through the force. It was coming from the archives.

You could have kept going, saved yourself and the life of your unborn offspring, but you wouldn’t be a Jedi if you hadn’t thought about others above yourself. The Jedi were selfless, offering themselves as a sacrifice to protect the lives of those who couldn’t protect themselves.

“I must be out of my mind,” you murmured to yourself, running to the archives and avoiding clones at any cost.

It started with one, Madame Jocosta, who had gotten trapped under some collapsed archive shelves. Once she was on her feet, you realized there was another. A child who was hiding for their life under a desk, and had gotten passed by the small clone squadrons who were patrolling every area.

It started with one, but now it was seven. Seven lives that you’d manage to save by sneaking them out through the tunnels. Madame Jocosta had stayed behind with you to help, remaining by the grate to help the younglings escape. Once they were outside, it depended on them to find shelter, but you figured they were better off out there than they were in here.

You’d killed twelve clones. Twelve members of the 501st in which you’d fought with. Twelve clones that you spent time with and laughed with, telling jokes and playing card games. You killed them and you had no other choice but to do so, lest they shoot holes through your body and you be rendered useless…. and dead.

After the first child had been rescued, you wrapped a blindfold around your eyes, letting your senses become more in tune with the force. You were seen as crazy for using this method, which had long been forgotten by most masters when teaching their younglings and Padawans over the years. Everyone said you were just showing off, and that there was no way this could possibly help you in battle, but it did. You were able to feel your surroundings more than you could ever see them. You could sense everything everywhere all at once, and it was helpful to keep you focussed, rather than worry about what your eyes were seeing.

You were following the call through the force of the eighth child as it were, doing your best to find where they hid. You stopped when you sensed the bodies that lay on the ground around you. They were all dead, all but one, who had pulled the others over top of her to avoid being seen. The poor child was traumatized, and would never forget this day, but neither would anyone who survived.

“Are you here to save me?” You heard a small whisper, and you nodded, reaching out your hand. She sounded to be a little girl, probably ten or eleven at most. You raised the blindfold to your forehead, looking her in the eye to make sure she felt safe to come with you. The rest of her friends were killed by a lightsaber, by Anakin, so she was probably unsure of who to trust.

“I am, but I need you to stay quiet and do as I say, do you understand?” She nodded her head up and down, rapidly, standing to her feet and trying to continue, but you saw she was injured. There were burn marks on her robes, and she was hunched over. You scooped her up in your arms, lowering the blindfold, and beginning the long trek to the other side of the temple, where the grate to escape was. You wondered if she would need help getting through the tunnels, but that wasn’t the focus right now. “What’s your name?”

She shook slightly while gripping tightly her arms around your neck. Her answer was hesitant, but loud enough for you to hear.

“Reva.”

You huffed out, making sure she was securely holding onto you before you began to move.

“Alright, Reva… Hold on tight, and if I tell you to run, go to the east wing near the archives. Someone will be there to help you,” you held your saber in hand, unignited for the sake of secrecy, as the light and sound would both give you away to anyone who was watching from further away.

“Okay,” she understood well enough, and you were off a second later.

It was a miracle no one had spotted you, as you were out completely in the open this time, the urgency to get her out was more important. You made it to the east wing with only one complication, and you removed your blindfold to ensure that she made it into the tunnel. She assured you both that she could get through on her own, and you let her, knowing there might be others who would need your help.

“We can’t do this forever,” madame Jocosta was tired of this horrible waiting game, each time hoping that you hadn’t dropped dead while trying to save a child, and she knew that at some point you both would have to leave, to go help others in places that were not so dangerous.

“I just wanna get one more.”

“That’s what you said last time,” she was concerned for you, and was wondering if there was somehow a meaning behind all of this. The Jedi order was completely destroyed, gone forever, along with most of its ideals, but still, here you were, upholding the code and putting others before yourself until it got you killed.

“I mean it. One more, then it’s time to go.”

You were looking for another child, but could not hear any more calls in the force to where they might be hiding. You couldn’t hear any little voices echoing through your head, though you beckoned them to you. Had you gotten them all out? Had the others been killed before you could get to them? You would consider yourself a failure if that was the case. If you were not strong enough to save those children, then what made you think you could protect one of your own? You were not a mother, and probably never would be one in a true sense. You may have a child, but you couldn’t be a mother.

You were about to turn back, to give up and realize that this was it, this was the end of your endeavor, but then you sensed a life form, and a young one at that. It’s innocence drew you in to the room you felt it resided in, but you couldn’t tell if you were near it or not. You hadn’t ut your blindfold back on, but you still couldn’t see anyone here. You stepped forward until you accidentally kicked something. It looked like a mechanical egg of some sort. You were suddenly pulled to it, the energy you sensed was coming from the pod that lay in the middle of the walkway. You hadn’t remembered it being here the first time you came in, but now it was there, and you couldn’t stop looking at it. You knelt down and pushed the button on the font, opening the sides to reveal… a tiny yoda? It looked just like him, with his long ears and little nose. The little wispy hairs upon his head among his light green complexion. His eyes were so big, wide with so many emotions, and you knew that he was going to be the last one you took. You were going to bring him with you, whatever he was. He was just a baby, and needed help in this tumultuous time.

His little arms reached up to you, begging to be taken, and your heart broke, knowing he was probably left by someone who knew they couldn’t escape with the extra weight on their shoulders.

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay,” you told him, pulling him from the pod and against your chest, letting him rest his tiny head there. You suddenly felt a very maternal instinct wash over you, and you felt determined to make sure he was taken care of. He was so small, so helpless, just a baby.

You weren’t too far from the archives this time, as you hadn’t journeyed far to find him. Once you were back at the grate, Madame Jocosta beamed with joy.

“The last one,” she looked to you for confirmation and you nodded.

“The last one.”

She lifted the grate, preparing to let you in first, but then a blaster shot went right past you head, scorching the wall in front of your face. You looked behind you, seeing that a single clone was standing at the end of the hall, calling for backup.

“Take him, I’ll be right behind you,” you handed him over, and she didn’t argue, holding the small green being close to her as she began the long crawl to freedom. You ignited your saber again, deflecting the shots that came, and readied yourself to fight when the other clones arrived. These were your friends, the people you shared tables with in the morning for breakfast, and now they were trying to off you at any chance they got.

You needed to stay in this corner, though it would put your ability to fight at risk, it was necessary to make sure no one else got through that tunnel until Madame Jocosta and the youngling had time to escape. You were feeling weaker than you normally did, as the long and horrendous day had taken the energy out of you.

The backup the clone ordered had finally arrived, and you did your best to keep them at bay, but as they came closer, you knew you couldn’t hold on. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end, but you had a feeling come over you that your time had come. As you struggled to deflect the shots, the first one had entered your body, right below your ribs. You dropped your lightsaber, a single tear running down your face. Another shot hit you on the side of your stomach. You stretched out through the force, trying to reach Obi-Wan to give him your last thoughts, but then the final shot entered you, directly into your abdomen, and you blacked out, unable to coherently think as everything turned black.

You were unconscious, but not dead, though you soon would be. you could feel yourself in a dream like state, except it was all still dark around you, and the things you sensed were only feelings floating around in your head.

You were unsure of what to do with these feelings, as they did not help you whatsoever In fact, they made your situation worse. They were only reminders, of what you’d failed to do, whom you’d failed to protect, and every bad decision you made that lead up to this point. you weren’t in a clear state of mind, obviously, but you didn’t understand why these things were being blamed on you, or rather why you were blaming yourself. It wasn’t your fault that any of this happened, or that there was likely a new war starting, but your subconscious was blaming you for it all. You were a mess of feelings, and hoped they would all just melt away, and then they did. As light poured into your eyes, and you began to wake up, they faded to the back of your mind, and you had only one objective: survive.

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ellaspore · 2 years

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Because I am shameless, here some horny thoughts about Kimchay

So yes, the thing is if I have been thinking about bottom Kim. Because previously no unholy thought had been in my mind regarding Kimchay and sex in a horny way Because you see Kim with all his control and how repressed and feral he is And for him, love is just some pure veneration, he would repress everything so much. Even his lust. But Chay is a teenager and he does have needs and the thing is when they will get back together because I do think they will eventually It's impossible for Chay to not at least get even a little bit hot when he is with Kim, because, that's totally impossible And the thing is, Kim fucks. You see a man like that, you know he did. But it was always physical and he did not care even one inch about his partners. It was all to scratch an itch, a fulfillment of needs But with Chay it would be different, because Chay is good and pure and Kim doesn't want to hurt him because everything he touches he hurts So yes, I think Chay would get horny, once, twice and Kim would get indulgent in a way and he did already hurt Chay And yeah so in his need to repress and control himself he would be willing to let Chay take control, to use him a little bit, to get them just a little bit even To give himself over as he never did before, because he was wrong and Chay is his and good So yes, Kim being the more experienced one but just letting Chay take over and it would be so strange, and difficult to let Chay touch and discover, to let himself be felt all over And it would be a little bit jarring on him, because he is just so feral and in control every touch would be a little bit like an invasion, and he would have to be a little bit at war with himself And Chay would be fumble a little, in the preparation and it would take a while And maybe in the beginning Kim would be a little bit detached, just wanting to preserve as much control as possible, but then he would get a little bit heady with want And he would just get that little bit impatient, and that little bit more wanton in his moans and maybe he would ask Chay to get a bit on with it and he would take matters in his hands and just put the condom on then he would just put Chay on his back and just begin to ride him slowly, oh so slowly Just to see the wonder on Chay's face at getting his dick in somebody else for the first time. That little oh moment of surprise And so yes, he would begin with a slow rhythm all controlled power, with Chay laying there and looking at him like nobody else exists But then then you know it would be so Chay to get a little bit uncontrolled in his movements because all of this would get him a little bit crazy, and so he would need to push up against Kim and Kim would get a little bit surprised about it. And Chay could not resist anymore and so he would begin to push more and more and more and Kim would get more and more feral about it all. As so maybe Kim would be fuck it all at just take Chay and flip them over and just tell him to go wild And then it would get a little bit hazy and there would be no sense in resistance. And then because Chay is confident, he puts himself out there, he would go all out And just yeah I don't know the thought of Kim enjoying being Chay for the taking, letting him be young and fumbling and not able to control his strength and himself So yeah Chay just using Kim a little and Kim letting himself be used and enjoying it And I do think he would just go and ask "P'Kim is it good? Is it okay? Do I have to go slower? Harder?" and I think that would make Kim a little bit crazy And he would just get that unhinged look in his eyes, the hidden part of him coming outside, the need to be good leaving him still in place And Chay seeing the effect he has on Kim he would just go a little bit more hard, would just keep asking

And Kim would get absolutely wrecked by all of this, because he is a feral animal and letting himself go is just so hard Because he always needs to be in control, but with Chay he just can’t, he always feels wild, untethered, letting himself be swayed But he wants to give everything he is to Chay, and so he would, because he can’t do anything else but let himself be taken Because he wants Chay, wants that purity and innocence he never had to just dig deeper inside his soul and take root, spread like vines over his being Because as much as Chay venerates Kim? In the end it's Kim venerating Chay

#kimchay #kinnporsche #ella's cursed thoughts #as always my mind is a dumpster fire and so I had to share this #I do feel like I need to go and drench myself in holy water however

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masterthespianduchovny · 2 years

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I hate hearing Reddit talk about Kim and her relationship/feelings for Jimmy.

Seriously.

They position it as if she doesn’t care about Jimmy and only gets off on the cons she rarely pulls with him. And it’s like, who the fuck marries someone they’ve pulled a total of two cons with if they’re so hot and bothered by conning? As of now the total is three cons.

But, oh, Kim doesn’t really care for Jimmy like that and she isn’t really in love with him, despite her canonically losing her shit the most when it comes to defending him.

She finds and confronts Lalo when she hasn’t heard back from Jimmy when she was supposed to. She later confronts him again when he comes to their apartment to question Jimmy about his story.

And Kim KNEW this man was a dangerous killer. One she warned him not to get involved with.

When Jimmy returns home relatively unharmed, she cried tears of relief and joy.

If anyone even dares utter a bad word about Jimmy or insults him she fucking tears them to shreds even if she knows there’s some truth in there somewhere.

And don’t you dare blame anything of Jimmy that isn’t his fault!

Kim doesn’t fuck around about Jimmy!!!

They want to say the only time we see affection between them is after a con and it’s like…that’s not true.

People are confusing the displays of affection during cons as her desire for him only being triggered by cons. Like, there’s definitely something going on there, but Kim cares deeply for Jimmy, is in love with him, and is attracted to him without the con aspect.

Yeah, the fuck on the couch after successfully making Howard humiliate himself, but then again, how can that bit be adrenaline inducing?

However, they also kiss unexpectedly when cliff offers her a meeting with that group to help the less privilege (yes, she later cancels, but I think there’s more going on that we don’t know about yet about Kim).

People think kissing, sex, and uncontrolled passion is all there is to prove you love someone.

Yet, look at the quiet and intimate moments between them. How their love language is take out food, watching movies and drinking wine, and sharing cigarettes.

How, no matter how upset they are with each other, they always come through for one another and have each other’s backs.

It’s insane to me that people doubt Kim’s feelings for Jimmy as if she didn’t curse Howard out for that shit he pulled after Chuck died. And that was all in the defense of Jimmy.

God, she comes off as such a loner and someone wanting to do good that she dedicates all of herself to her work, but—but she decided to be with Jimmy and share her life with him. She attaches herself to the hip with him and doesn’t shy away from the fact that they’re together, then…that’s he’s her husband.

No one can shame her about the man she married. No one can talk down on him without getting reamed. No one can threaten him without her trying to protect him however she can.

And she’s not really in love with him???

This is all because she gets off on conning?

Although she may be fictional, Kim wexler has a lot of complexities that those trying to analyze her do not. 🥱

#bcs season 6 #bcs spoilers #better call saul #Kim wexler

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tubbietommo · 7 months

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what's your favorite kdramas?

FINALLY! SOMEONE'S ASKING THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS. I've been waiting for someone to ask me this, cause no one ever wants to listen to my kdrama rants lmao.

My ultimate forever number one kdrama is: Crash Landing On You I swear this is my Roman Empire. I'm not joking. I think I've watched this one like 6 times already. I can't get enough of the two main character (especially now that they are married in real life), but even the whole group dynamic I'm just in love with. I can't imagine someone watching this and not liking this serie, I just can't.

My Name Is also a kdrama I've watched like 3 times. Personally I find this one a bit underrated. It's really good but it also makes me depressed at the end so yeah. Usually when I rewatch it, I watch it till en certain scene and stop there.

Uncontrollably Fond Is THE Kdrama that made me want to watch more Kdrama (also.. Kim Woo Bin if you know what I mean, love that man to pieces and will watch anything that has him in it. So Black Knight was also pretty good but felt rushed in the end.) But this serie is definitely a rollercoaster of emotions. Also the relationship between the two.. idk it's cute at times but it's also toxic at times so yeah. But this one has a special place in my heart.

Our Beloved Summer Vincenzo Extraordinary Attorney Woo Twenty-Five Twenty-One (was so good until the end though. The end ruined it for me, but it still made the list so I guess...) Suspicious Partner (this one made the list just for the chemistry alone. That was insane. Like the whole behind the scenes of this serie is a whole ass kdrama as well. Also the compilation of that laugh and angry Chang-Wook is gold. Honestly I don't remember much of the story itself though... But I would watch this one again just for the chemistry.) I'm currently (and finally) watching Something in the Rain, and oh my god. I'm at episode 6 (I started yesterday evening... idk how this happened), and if the vibes stay like this, then it's gonna be an easy top 3 for me with this one. This genuinely makes me want to fall in love with someone. I suddenly have the NEED to fall in love with someone. And every time that damn song starts with "Sometimes it's hard to be a woman....-" it tickles my brain in the best kinda way, I just get butterflies from watching this serie. I hope it's not getting ruined, PLEASEEE.

Not Kdrama, but if you love Kdrama's, you have to watch Hidden Love, which is a Cdrama. Oh it's so adorable, and I'm glad they didn't make it weird about the age gap. It's a bit slow in the first few episodes but so worth it in my opinion.

I also have enough Korean movies and Japanese movies if you're interested in them too (currently mostly watching them for a school project, but hey.) Most of them are a bit of a different vibe from the kdrama series I watch (at least in my opinion.) Ryusuke Hamaguchi has to be my favorite film director, without a doubt. So I can make a part 2 but just for Japanese and Korean movies. I will gladly do it.

#I love talking kdrama's #you can always ask my anything about kdrama's cause irl everyone tries to avoid this topic with me (they never give kdrama's a chance smh..#kdrama #I feel like I miss two on the list but I don't know which ones

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calypsoff2 · 2 years

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One Hundred Six.

Squinting my eyes thinking as I sat outside in the sun lounger in my bikini, the kids are playing outside in the water and the water slide I just got out for them and whatever else, they wanted their friends to come over, so I said ok, we have moved passed the incident. The have learnt that dad is not going to play with them being that way, but they have no phone now so that’s on them but it’s the weekend and they asked so I have the kiddies here; they talking about sleep over, I think not. I just find crazy how my kids are friends with the Kardashian kids, I can’t help the friends they chosen but I don’t like them birds, I mean I have every child of theirs here, the nanny is here so it’s ok, but I don’t really like them, so it sucks but here we are, let them have fun “why are you mean mugging?” Mel asked as she sat down “I know, she got shades on angry” Noella said as she sat on the other side of me “I don’t like them kids” Mel snorted laughing “I just feel like there is trouble with them, but you know what, I got to let them learn and live and they will, I know they will. Their mothers are dutty” Noella cackled “I mean we didn’t need every Kardashian child here, but they bought them all, it’s just crazy that they can’t take care of their own kids, let me stop” Noella is laughing “Rylee and North though, like them two, is a bad romance. They both fiery, mhmmm imagine when they are twenty” I gasped “I didn’t tell you, so they do that show or whatever, Kim asked and said Rylee and Tianna are so beautiful, they come to the house, but we film, can we have them in it, just for the day. It’s just North is having an event for some line, if not we can blank their faces but you know how close they are to each other. Penelope loves them, I’m like girl? Reign punched Tianna and bruised her, but they were playing around, I’m hating it all, but I can’t stop it. Tianna said she’s ok, don’t worry mom. I do worry” Mel cooed out “look at you being all motherly and being all this worried about them but like you said, you need to let them learn and live, mistakes they need to make. I mean I get it; the kids are uncontrollable. Maybe they see something we don’t” I shrugged “I have something I want to discuss” Mel touched my stomach “your body looks so good” I chuckled “but proceed” my body does look good, she’s right actually.

Watching my mother giving out drinks “does anyone know when Clinton arrived? This man has been in my home since!? Like what the fuck” Mel fell out laughing “no hear me out right, I don’t have your son in my house right, but you been in my house cooking since. What is happening!? Why haven’t I been seeing this until now” Noella is laughing, it’s funny but it’s not really either “how is this happening and why don’t I know, look at him. I mean he’s helpful, but then it’s wrong at the same time because I don’t have his son here? Doesn’t he have a home? Least tell me, you know? If he needs help but chris said he doesn’t know shit either, so what is happening?” Looking between both Mel and Noella “he came for Chris’ concert which is fine, nobody is upset about that but you’re here now? Why?” Noella keeps laughing “so look yeah, but I think Clinton and Monica are fucking” I gasped jumping up from the sun lounger “hear me out?” My mouth is hanging right now “my mother is getting dick in my house!?” I said in horror “oh my god, no” this is horrific “shut up!” Mel jumped up and sat next to me on my lounger “so when you went to the club, Mel is too busy with Herb, so she don’t see shit, I do. He came into the SUV with Monica and then junior was doing his acting out show, Clinton goes oh Chris was the same, he did all this. He was so naughty, then Monica. Turned her head but it was more like she blushes and smiled at him; she goes I can imagine. Now I get where Chris get his charm. I gagged” Mel fell on me laughing, I am in shock “Noella please, this is a joke right?” She shook her head “Robbie, I’m being deadass, they cook together, they take morning walks together. I see it all and look at her Robbie. She’s beaming, she’s happy. Her teeth are showing, they are happy” looking over at my mother, she is so light hearted “she lets off the kids, what does that tell you” I groaned out “Ella, my mother is sleeping with my father in law, oh my god” placing my hands over my face “you were busy getting dick yourself to even realise” Mel has got a point “I was, my god. Wait till Chris finds out, he’s going to be distraught” I laughed “so are you” I cringed, she’s right I am “let them live! They are. Happy! Are they not” pulling a face “but Mel, in my home? So all this time, he’s been at events and Chris has been saying I didn’t invite you so why are you here, it’s all coming together now. Wow” my mother getting dick, I am a little distraught “why now? After dad died? You think she was waiting on him to change? You think she loved him?” Mel shrugged “bit weird though, looks it doesn’t it?” Nodding my head, I can’t believe this “but confirm it!! Don’t be jumping to conclusions, she may just use him for dick, like you with Chris” I gasped hitting Noella, this bitch, how could she “you know damn well” she shook her head laughing “I am joking with you, I know you both love each still” rolling my eyes.

Now that thought is planted in my head, I need answers. I am watching them two so intently right now, I can’t believe this at all. Making my way to the kitchen, Clinton is outside so I will go and follow my mother. Chris has called me, but I will call him back after. I need to find out details about this “mom” I said “mommy” my mother smiled at me; she is smiling too much “yes baby” I can’t believe this “why is Clinton here still? Is everything ok with him?” I asked “he is here to spend time with the grandchildren” nodding my head “right, right. Where does he sleep then?” My mother laughed “in a bedroom Robbie, why are you asking?” looking around the kitchen “well I am just asking, he has been here, and I had no idea” Chris is calling again “I need to take this” answering the call “hello” walking off “ignoring my calls now?” rolling my eyes “I am doing something, but is everything ok?” making my way to the living room “just need your advice” I cooed out “that is ok, I am listening” sitting down on the couch “Imani, why aren’t you playing outside?” I asked her “they are being too loud, and I don’t like it so I sit here” nodding my head, she is happy with her own company “so I am going New York, Jay Brown has asked me to come, but they want me to tour with Tyga? He’s doing a tour, but I disagree, how can I disagree. Like he is a rapper, I shouldn’t be opening up for him, my crowd isn’t that. Are they making me a rapper” he is so cute “right, are they. It’s because you are versatile and touring with Tyga isn’t bad either Chris but there is also better people you can, they aren’t aiming high, Usher is doing a tour, what is he playing at. Leave it to me, I can change it up for you. How are you anyways?” he is so all worried “just annoying, they don’t hear me out. Like telling me to come to New York last minute, doing some signing thing. I am good, just been busy. I feel like your label hate me because I got you, you start then they will hate me even more” I laughed “I am only going to get the best for my husband, screw them. You not coming over?” I am sure he can “I can tonight” record labels can be so nasty at times.

My poor poppa: he called me like that to tell me he didn’t like it. I do miss being his manager but it’s for the best, Jay’ attitude towards him really annoys me but they don’t understand we are still together, and I will ride for him, so he better fix up “mommy, I told dad that you miss him” looking up from my phone about to call Jay “is that what you whispered to him that day?” She nodded her head “I miss dad lots because he’s so silly, I like being happy” I cooed out “I like you being happy too, I am so proud of you Imani. The leaps and boundaries” she smiled “miss said I can be anything I want, and I want to be you mommy so I can sing and make everyone happy, yes I do” I giggled “you’re better than me, you’re going to make me emotional. Stop it, I love you kids so much” Imani got up from the floor “does that mean you’re upset? I heard it before” she’s so good with her speech, ever since she’s moved here and got better help, speech lessons. I can’t believe the progress “a little but it’s happy tears, because I love you girls all so much” wrapping my arms around her “Rylee said that she is proud of me too” I grinned “we all are baby, you never change yourself. You’re so perfect” she so special “just like daddy, he said I’m perfect too” she ran off laughing, tapping on Jay’ name. Pressing the phone to my ear, she’s going to be something and I can’t wait to see the growth, she will probably sing actually “nice surprise to hear from you” I laughed lowly “well it’s not about me anyways or about a tour” he knows damn well I am not even doing any of that shit “oh right, is Chris hiding behind his wife again” I don’t like them talking like that “not really, we was discussing some things and I personally don’t like it” Jay Brown laughed “right, are you sure it isn’t him crying about it? I tell him anything, he hates it” clearing my throat “I can promise you now he isn’t hiding behind me. I just think you need to change him from Tyga to Usher, he needs to be an opener for him” Jay laughed out “wow, you aim high” he said “Jay, if I have to do this myself you won’t like it. I am telling you now, change that shit. I don’t care who is on that tour right now, you know damn well he deserves this shit” he’s annoying me “so I’ll say Rihanna husband? Yeah he wants to be added” shaking my head “I will do this myself, watch!” Disconnecting the call, I will do this without him because fuck him for laughing.

I Really do not fucking care, I will step on toes, and I will go to the main person because I won’t have this shit with my man. I am calling Usher directly; I will get him that Usher thing. Waiting on the call to connect with Usher “Riri really calling me? Hey Rihanna” I laughed “hey you too, I was so unsure that it’s your number still, I won’t keep your time though, just a small thing” Usher laughed “just a small thing? Really, go on then. Hit me with it” I pray he agrees “your tour, my husband” I laughed “oh shit, but I have Trey on it?” clearing my throat “and you and I both know who is the one that is going to take over him? Look at my husband, he is number one, he makes great music” Usher went ever so quiet with me “you know what, because you called me directly, you asked me. I can have both on there, I don’t mind that” I am glad he agrees “but make him the second act, I want him to get a little more time” Usher laughed out “ok, ok. I see you. Let me speak to my manager, and I will get back to you on this number. I will help a sister out” I smiled wide “also with us collaborating like that, I feel like he will be perfect. I didn’t think of it like that, but I do now. I see the vision” the things I do for my husband “I am happy you see the vision, speak soon” disconnecting the call, I sighed out heavily. I don’t like the play in his face, they do this with me but not to him. If I tell him they laugh and say this, he will go on a full blown rage. I don’t want that so I have to deal with it myself, I can’t have him kicking off.

Smiling so wide seeing Chris, I did a little clap and skipped to him “what is this?” he said half laughing, I jumped on him “woah” he said as I jumped on him and he held me up “you missed me? Is that what it is? Huh” nodding my head smiling, he placed his hands just under my butt “mhmm love you” he said “I love you more” nuzzling his nose and then pressing my lips against his “oh yeah” I moved back “so your little issue, I was like oh no. Not my poppa being sad about that so I dealt with it. Expect a call from Jay but you will be touring with Usher” Chris’ smile grew “for real?” he said shocked “on god, I didn’t want my poppa being unhappy and also Tyga is a bit of a whore. I sorted it for you, don’t worry Chris. I always got you, always” wrapping my arms around him and started pressing kisses upon kisses on his face “put her down, what is this” my mother said behind us, looking behind me “I need to speak to you both, in private. How about a meal? Meet you both there” letting out an oh “really? I mean we can leave together?” oh this is serious “no, no. Meet you both there. But is that ok?” nodding my head, watching my mom walk off as I turned to Chris “oh shit” I laughed out placing my head on his shoulder “what is it? You know something, tell me” getting down from him “oh my god, so I think it’s because I questioned my mom” grabbing his arm to stand in the corner “so your dad is still here” I said in a whisper “we was discussing it, well I was and Noella said that she thinks your dad is giving my mom the D in my house” Chris’ gasped so loud and then busted out laughing moving away from me “Chris!” I spat “stop it” dragging him back “but I think it is true, and he’s been here for nothing. And that my mom said, and I quote. I get where Chris gets his charm from” Chris fell out laughing again “you are playing me” he said through his laughter “listen to me, you have to be quiet about this. But I don’t know how to feel” Chris shook his head “I don’t believe it” oh he is in denial maybe.

Mel and I stared at each other in the living room “so” she said “so” I said back “sit with me” I waved her over, Chris is on the floor playing with Junior so he can stay there “what’s up” she jumped on the couch “Chris thinks it’s a joke, about the whole Clinton thing” Mel sniggered “it’s funny, mother and daughter just keeping it in house with family” hitting her arm “shut up, but also. Jay tried to get Chris to be an opening act for Tyga, Chris called me and he seemed a little upset about it because Tyga being a rapper so I dealt with it” Mel cringed “they not going to like that Robbie, you know they going to hate you piping up, what did you do” I sighed out “got him on tour with Usher instead, I went straight to Usher for it because I got mad, Jay was bad mouthing Chris. He said shall I call it Rihanna husband tour, got me mad you know” Mel cringed “they hate the fact how he got through with the record deal, so you know what they like” nodding my head “Chris would be so angry if I told him, I can’t so I will deal with it when I see Jay, you know” looking up at Chris “whispering like witches, can I take Junior with me to New York?” looking at Junior pulling on my house plant again “you can” I agreed “that was easy” I smiled “have fun” Chris turned around and then sat on my lap and turned to me “Chris! Your heavy” he placed his arm around me “now you know how I feel, she does this to me all the time” side eyeing him “because I can with you, thought about your dad yet” Chris gagged “the fuck I have, stop being weird” I feel it’s true, maybe she is telling us at the meal which will be interesting to hear, how did this happen.

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✨💜Happy Birthday Taehyung-ah!!!!! And Happy New Year Bangtan and ARMY💜✨

Hahaha this is the last letter of the year. And let’s go out well, right? Yeah! I will be waiting for y’all in 2023. I am wishing the best for our HOBI as well. I will be rooting for him from afar! Let’s end the year well with Hobi kicking the new year off for us. Yeah! Get it HOBI. LEAD US INTO A PROSPEROUS YEAR. 🤟🤟🤟🤟But, first 🎉HAPPY 27/28th BIRTHDAY TO OUR KIM TAEHYUNG!!🐻🎉 We made it to the end of another year with you. I am happy that you are in good health but also that you were born. Thank you for your presence. You did well. 💪🔥🔥🔥🔥 Let’s party party yeah! Lol Well at least here we will haha But, how has your day been? I cleared out my space and let go of many things. Both physically and mentally. I spent a couple of days concentrating and focusing on what I did this year and what I want to work on and I feel at peace. But I’m ready to kick some serious butt!😈 I feel soft but with a fire that is less uncontrollable and more driven towards one target lol I smell something cooking and it smells delicious. Hehe 😉 lol this is figurative but yeah. The theme of this 2023 year is finally seeing what I am, who I am, and what I can do, but walking in silence in a different sense. There is power in no one seeing me but just me seeing me. My passion is for me and I just want me to see it lol I feel like I always got too excited to share what I did and what I wanted to do and I wanted to understand that feeling and I noticed I want to keep it to myself now and at the end of the year I will speak about it. I don’t even want to show my progress I just want to keep going and going. Lol it’s a solitude and peaceful type of year but with a lot of work in the background and I like that thought. 😊 But, I hope everyone can find their vibe for the year. 😎 But, let’s carry on the festivities or your birthday, si. Lol

Let me get to your gifts Tae Tae!!!! Ahhhh!!! For this year I was inspired by your Paris pictures in the past and through the years and I then went into French pop music and looked into what my sister was into and my friend Ana because they learned French in high school but my sister doesn’t speak it as much these days but Ana knew how to speak it lol I looked at French artists and different types of vinyl and a light shined brightly on Françoise Hardy and her album Ma Jeunesse Fout Le Camp. I went down this hole and I love her music so much!!! I got the vinyl for her album and her pictures lit up something in me and I did some photos with edits that looked like that out of a vinyl cover. I added this vintage grainy overlay on some photos to give it that look and ahhh!!! Thank you for inspiring me. 😭✨ I hope everyone can enjoy those photos haha I tried to give as many visuals as possible and face cards lol in honor of your visuals. The Capricorn rising in me rose up and took over lmaoo I was like, “Channel vintage Kim Tae Tae Jenn” I was focusing hard.😂😂😂 the term “face card” is like a slang term for a face that is giving visuals, and never slips. Lol I slip but tried not to that day for these photos. Haha Capricorn club, UNITE!!!✊🔥 Let’s go Taehyung lol GOATS 4 LIFE. Lol 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 But, the theme was RETRO and vintage vinyl cover. 🙂

Oh and Taehyung-ah I saw and listened to your IT’S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS cover and TANNNNNIEEEEEE😭 I’m out like knocked out from the cuteness. My heart. But, I am glad to have seen an update on the cutie.😭😭😭😭 ahhhhhh! The cover is beautiful and you are sounding just like Bing Crosby lol It’s lovely. 🙌 Thank you for the gift and also to Jimin for his drawing.🥰 Y’all cute. 💕95 line is out here snatching hearts lol

For the origami portion, yes it is also a surprise but I think if you guess you will have already guessed right about what I folded for you lol it’s so cute but I only did one origami because I wanted to be even more intuitive with it and keep it simple and my heart just said “go for that one” and so I did and I love it.🤎I hope you can make a wish with it and that it can come true. ✨

Before I get into the playlist hehe I wish to take this moment in the letter to speak about quotes from your current weverse interview. Taehyung-ah LET’S JUMP IN lol:

-“If you like something for a long time, that feeling sort of intensifies, and whenever I like something, I end up doing something about it.” This is a very bold statement. I dig it. For me, I have to love something to do something about it lol I go on by what lights me up the most and I have to have that feeling of love that it’s almost euphoric and I have to chase it down and go for it. It’s not that it intensifies for me but that intensity is already there at first listen touch or encounter. That’s how I have been about most things in my life at least the things that have stayed as long as now. Music was like that for me because I loved the way it made me feel and it made me move and sing and speak. As a kid, I didn’t know why I felt like moving a certain way or just why I felt the need to sing a specific tune. I just keep doing it more and more and I enjoy it even now. I’m impulsive by nature so it hits differently. You have more of a slow simmer that is passionate over time. You enjoy devouring the moment while I gulp it down. both have a satisfying ending but they hit differently lol I think everyone has their vibe and I enjoy hearing others' perspectives.

-“I can show off my personal flair on that account. I don’t think I need to worry what other people think about it.” I love this for you. 😇👏👏👏👏👏 That last part was hot. Lol Yeah, at the end of the day we are tiny specks living on a floating rock at least that is what Keanu Reeves taught me lol so what you post is yours to enjoy and what other people have to say doesn’t really matter when we are just all out here living trying to be ourselves and learning through that process.

-“It all depends on who I am that day. Whatever I’m doing, it’s up to whoever I am that day to make the judgment call.” This is the most Aries moon thing you have ever said lol 😂 It just depends on how the world and people try you that day that they will get the same energy back because we reciprocate what is given back to us lol It’s the Ram way 🔥 This is why Ram people are also mysterious. You will never know who we really are or how we feel unless we feel it right and trust the occasion or people to say so and we just go each day by matching energy and nothing more or less unless there is more or less given to us. Like we can know so much more than we lead on but make you feel like we know nothing lol it just depends on how you move around us and make us feel haha I feel seen with what you said here Taehyung. Lol I can’t with the judgment call part because yessssss.👏👏👏👏

-“And I don’t edit them, either. Because if I did, they wouldn’t be me anymore. I tend to leave the photos just as they are with an unpolished feel.” I think it’s really nice to have this being said by someone whose line of work is in the public eye and being looked at visually almost 24/7 by many. I love that you stood up and said you are fine not editing your body because you don’t want to and you like letting the unpolished sides shine. It’s ironic when I say that but I think that you don’t have to have light to always shine. It is the actions no one sees or notices that shine the most. This is one of those actions. You are stepping up and normalizing self-love in this form. 💜 Props. I agreed with the lighting part too lol I only ever edit the saturation and lights on photos but no photoshop or any of that. I think photoshop is complicated and I said this before but I’m too lazy to figure that out I only know how to crop the background and that’s because Canva has a tool that does it for you automatically lol also I would like to sleep comfortably at night knowing that if I ever met people they get me from my photos and not someone else. If y’all can be as open in photos with us I want to be with y’all too. 😇

-“I don’t really put too much thought into it.” Yes. One thing at a time and one minute at a time lol 😂 I know you meant this about your posts and photos but this is a generally relatable thought for me. I don’t put much thought into my every day. Like I have a blueprint in my mind of something I can follow but I end up getting it done in the most obscure ways lol but things get done. 👍 I learned I’m not a planner. I’m sure as hell an organizer but not a planner and they are two different things. I work best by going what calls to me and I get it done well and not because I planned specific times to do them lol I can’t follow specific timings unless it’s something like an appointment or flight. Lol I stopped using planners because of that too I could never finish a planner because they don’t work for me. I got my mind, my sticky notes, and a chalkboard and that’s how I tackle everything in my day lol I color coordinate my important tasks and tackle them one at a time by how I feel to do them.

-“I tend to jump on things as soon as I am hooked.” Hehe this contradicts your first statement lol but it makes sense. I noticed a lot through the years that you engaged in many different interests and you enjoyed them because you went into them because you felt like it at those times. Like with your saxophone, then your trumpet, then drawing, golfing, photography, and even painting. You love life by going to what calls to you and I can see how that ties up with your last statement of wanting to be someone who can engage in anything and do well at it. 😌

-“I love the freedom that allows one person to get one thing from what I do while someone else gets a different feeling. I find it interesting to see other people make different images of me in their imagination based on the way I express myself.” This is beautifully said.✨You remind me of Leonardo da Vinci. He is also a Ram homie born on April 15 hehe Aries alumni is straight fire but people know him because of the painting he did, Mona Lisa. However what people don’t know so much is that he explored many subjects and was also an engineer, sculptor, architect, botanist, and scientist. He contributed to all those fields with his curiosity and studies and has a lot to show for it. Does anyone really know who he was beyond just being a painter? Not really. His findings in all those fields he studied contributed to a lot for this day and age but he never gave himself fully away. You make me think of that sentiment. They do say that great minds think alike. Hehe You are on to something here, honey. 😉

-“Everyone has a different idea about what it means to be free, but I think my idea of freedom is a little more free than—compared to other people’s. I would want my movie to be one that conveys that sense of freedom all at once.” What is your idea of freedom in all its capacity? I wonder. I feel like these days it’s hard to really add meaning to it because there is such a thing as finding freedom but it is still constricted within people because of the environment and people they are influenced by. A person can have everything, the freedom to live the way they want, to live anywhere, to love who they want, and even do what they love but will they fully embrace it even if the world sees and doesn’t agree? If you can’t I don’t think that’s freedom. You are still bound by something if you can’t embrace it without a care. To be fully free to me is to embrace what you love, who you love, what you hope, what you really think, what you value, and what you do, and allow it to be out there so far into the depths of the world that when anyone wants to make it the subject of a discussion you have no fear but to speak of it in bravery because you know it’s your life and you honor it as such to not run from defending it all costs. It’s not about making someone understand but for them to get that no opinion can taint the beauty of what you created to be yours and yours only. I like that sentiment. 🥰You brought up a lovely point Taehyung. Thank you.

-“I’m not sure what people think of my songs because I can’t be there with them.” 😭 I’m so glad I do videos now. Because when your music comes out whenever you choose to let it out you will know and feel how I feel about them. 😭It will be like you are there with me. Lol But, it’s understandable if you mean in a real sense that it isn’t fully possible to grasp that feeling and thought of how people really feel about your music because it hits differently for everyone. It would be awesome if people created technology where people can actually feel each other through emotions lol I think people would cry because it would be like someone seeing themselves through their loved one like the POV would be insane to feel through someone. Lol that’s some deep stuff to work with but an interesting experience. I also feel that most people really don’t know how much they are dear and loved by certain people and that type of experience would make people's bonds stronger. 😭

-“I feel like I want to be as objective as I can be with myself when it comes to the songs I make.” This is really the “Unwanted and unnecessary opinions don’t matter” era and I am digging it lol YES, KIM TAEHYUNG I think you are channeling the fire in you more these days lol let’s goooooo! Isn’t it nice to be part fire element lol Fire is nice because people think we fear chaos when we have been born into it since day 1 lmaoo we handle chaos lol Fire doesn’t burn fire lol it just makes more 😂 So an opinion here and there doesn’t burn, it just stings and goes away if it doesn’t help lol It’s just a matter of if you can’t handle the fire stay out of our kitchens lol because something is cooking each time in our kitchens. You either cook with us or you can’t sit with us. Lol And by this I mean, ride the chaos with us or sit it out. You don’t have to understand it but I have mad respect for those who still come with me for the ride. I mean it.😂 But, I love that you are protective of what you are cooking in your kitchen Tae and I mean your music. Do you. I will have fun enjoying and going on this ride with you and ARMY let’s freaking go!🔥🔥🔥🔥

-“… I hope you can tell both my voice and the entire atmosphere of the songs are taking on a deeper emotional power. It’s one of the most important goals I’ve ever tried to achieve.” Compared to your cover of Adele’s Someone Like You to your cover of Hug Me to Stigma to Singularity to 4 O’CLOCK to Scenery to Winter Bear it is insane how you kept that depth but managed to change it in emotion each time for all the tracks you covered and even created. Your voice is soulful not only because it gives that sound but because of the emotion you evoke with those pipes you have. 😭👍 And by pipes I mean your vocals. For something to move me as a listener of music, something has to give me that engagement of chills for me to want to sing it. The lyrics are one thing and the sound and melody are another but I need to feel that passion and that story coming from that voice like it is something they have been wanting to say but no one is listening. Something that I feel that I am not just hearing but is also making me listen for the first time. Your voice is like that. You are giving me a story, not just a sound. I can feel the frustrations and effort in your tone and feeling even if it doesn’t come out that way as a general thought. That’s emotional power. I feel that in a lot of artists I listen to and that’s why I also listen to their tracks. It’s not just a nice ballad, track, or pop song it’s like their story being in that tone in that emotion coming out of their voice. I feel it and I love it. I think you have achieved it. 👍

-“…my idea of a spring day was sort of like the sky clearing up after overcoming a chilly, melancholy feeling? It was a feeling like we’re going to have good days ahead, somehow.” When you brought up Namjoon’s image of winter still in the air and the image of a sky before it’s cleared up it really adds up well with yours because Spring Day is not thee Queen for no reason. It is dubbed in high regard amongst all of us ARMY because it's that song that adds both those elements you both brought up into one single track. Spring Day is the freaking standard and more lol You get the sentiment of dreading a dry and cold winter as if it will never pass and you long for better and clearer days but the end makes you feel that the better days are ahead. It's a track that is a safe space to validate your sadness and frustrations but also reminds you that you need to get up and keep moving because staying in a winter painting won’t create or bring the spring day you are meant to see and feel outside of that still life canvas. It always told me that it’s okay to be still but you also need to get up and walk on your own. It’s cold now but you are a human and you naturally carry warmth. You will always attract warmth and light no matter what and you have to trust that. That hopefulness is there. I think that is conveyed in the track and vocals of it and that’s why it is loved so dearly and your vision with Namjoon’s really did that justice. 🙏

-“So, while I could become something that can be explained, I don’t really think I absolutely need to.” This one is my favorite quote from all of these. I think this is individuality at its purest. When you just are undefined and not trying so hard to be undefined. It’s not about uniqueness but that no one can ever put a word or definition to you no matter what you do. You just are. You are being. You are living as you naturally are because you are choosing to live as you are. This one is one for my quote books. 🤓📝 Also, when you talked about being a tree it reminded me of Namjoon’s quote about being a tree with many branches through our life experiences and how when we get to our 30s and 40s maybe we can be a giant tree with many leaves. I love it.

-“So I think I shouldn’t get hung up on things I need to get rid of and just get rid of them, get the things I need to get, and make sure I make the things I need to make.” This is like a little reminder I think we all need for the end of this year and for the next year. Get rid of what no longer serves you physically, mentally, and emotionally and make space spiritually for what you know you deserve and are worthy of. Keeping what no longer deserves you or helps you are impeding what is meant to come towards you. It’s okay to let go. You are not a bad person for doing so. It’s time to get all our pollitos in order 🐥 lol if one baby pollito is out of line then the whole line messes up and your pollitos will get lost. Lol think of it that way. Jimin would be proud of you if you kept all your Pollito’s together and he will be even more proud if you are taking care of yourself properly. 😭 I love you too, Jimin. 😘Remember, If one thing is amiss in your life, call it out and figure out why and adjust it. It only takes one domino to fall for the rest to do so too. Don’t fumble all the areas in your life that need attention. Lol

-“I want to create so many different personas that there’s thousands of versions of myself out there and I can become the kind of person who has a new me good enough to do something different every day.” Your interview ended on a lovely note here Tae Tae. I support your ultimate dream. I hope that this year as well, Bangtan and ARMY, and you too can add a little more to your lives so you can be one step closer to your own ultimate goals and dreams. 🥳 I use to think that I wanted to know about everything because when I got anxious I literally made it my mission to know about many different things just in case I ever had a scenario where I would need to know certain information. Lol But, I like that because of my anxiety at least one good thing came out of it and that is that I opened my world to many different things and I know random things because of that. I am not the best at just one thing, I can just be good at a lot of things and I like that. I am not aiming to be the best. I am aiming at knowing how to do a lot of things at least somewhat well enough for it to aid me if I ever need it. You know I once bought a ton of books on herbal and plant medicine because I feared scarcity of food and the apocalypse lol I wanted to know holistic means to survive and I ended up learning a lot about different teas and ways they aid the body and even bloating. I learned a lot about mint and ginger. But long story short this is an example of what I mean lol but I grew to respect holistic medicine because of it. But I still have the books and I have more to read lol I have to say that anxiety can be scary at times but when you can get to a place of it not controlling you, you kind of become thankful for the new skills it brings to light in you especially survival. A person who is anxious has a different mind than one who hasn’t been or isn’t so the perspectives are different and I love that I can think differently because of it. I have grown to love that part of me after a while. I hope you can also love that you have the capability to pick something up and enjoy it and learn something new in the process. I think it’s awesome. 💜Learning is truly a gift.

To end this last letter of the year let me finish with the playlist. I created the photos with lyrics and the cover for your playlist based on Sara Bareilles's album LITTLE VOICE and it was awesome to recreate in my own way. Lol I got to use a label maker for once haha with a portable radio and I hope y’all can enjoy that. I was stoked and always wanted to try it out. The theme for the tracks is less of what I heard this month and more of what I learned to enjoy with your influence and that is with jazz and slight Bossanova music lol I listened to different artists and albums again and some new and this playlist is a reflection of spending an evening with me and my jazz picks and just chilling, ignoring the world, sipping on wine or whatever drink comforts you after a long day, and laying down, taking a bath, stargazing, sitting by a nice fire, and even just taking a nice walk at night. This playlist is all mostly jazz and Bossanova inspired hehe I love it. There is Spanish jazz in there as well with some French and Korean too and it is lovely. I wanted to give y’all some comfort in honor of the comfort you have given us all Taehyung. ✨ especially with your presence and music. Your parents brought a lovely cinnamon bun into this world and I’m glad you are here. Lol I will say that hands down I fell so hard for BETTY CARTER. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I wanted to add more tracks of hers in here but it would overflow lol I dig her music and ahhh it was hard to pick even just two to add here but I did. Lol BEWARE MY HEART is one of my favorites and it made me feel some type of way.😭 I felt like I was alone in a bar just in my feelings sipping on my cranberry on the rocks lol 😂 I hope you can feel my imagery too. Haha it’s just lovely and it hits so well. I love it. Melody Gardot is also just precious and I love the heck out of FROM PARIS WITH LOVE. Just beautiful. 👏😌 IF YOU LOVE ME is also top tier. Haha these lyrics tho: “If you love me, let me know/ tell my heart which way to go/ come in close but come in slowly, now/ if you love me let me know/ other hearts may fly away but my hope is that you’ll stay we’re two weary hearts aglow now.” So cute. 🥰 it set the mood while I was winding down at night. Harry Connick, Jr. is also in here too I dig his music and have for a while and I got to listen to his older albums and I found two I loved so much. I love the lyrics to I’VE GOT S GREAT IDEA. Hehe I love these lyrics:”Ideas are few and far between/ And good ideas are rarer still/ so listen and be wise/ just forget the other guys/ ‘cause my idea’s no good for three/ my idea is you and me.” 😁 cute. Magos Herrera is also a gem. I found out about her music and I love her track NECESITO UN SOL it translates to I need the sun or I need a sun. Lol I love these lyrics: “Toma mi nombre, mi silencio y mi cuerpo al revés/Dame un signo, una palabra que me deje ver/ Si pudiera construir/ con mis miedos/ un ramo de flores/ Lo pondría a tus pies/ pa'convertirlo en un jardín de amores/ Necesita luz, no no

Necesito un sol, no no/ Toma mi nombre, mi silencio y mi cuerpo al revés/ Dame un signo, una palabra que me deje ver/ Oh Beautiful, could you be me/ Oh Beautiful, could I be me/ Oh Beautiful, could the world be/ Be me..” it’s just beautiful. The first verses translates to: “take my name, my silence, and my body backward. Give me a sign, one word that lets me see…If I could construct a bouquet of roses out of my fears I would lay it at your feet/ to convert them into a garden of love they need light, no no they need a sun, no no” 😭✨ I have to bring up Françoise Hardy again because I fell so hard for her music too. She is a French artist and she is a vibe. You can play her albums with no skips and just relish your alone time with them and she just makes you feel like you are fine wine. Lol 😂 I love it. I added three different tracks of hers. Ahhhh. I also love Veronica Swift like damn her voice is just chef’s kiss. GETTING TO KNOW YOU is one of my favorites from her. These lyrics are nice: “Getting to know you/ getting to know all about you/ getting to like you/ getting to hope you like me/ getting to know you/ putting it my way/ but nicely/ you are precisely my cup of tea…haven’t you noticed/ suddenly I’m bright and breezy?/ because of all the beautiful and new/ things I’m learning about you.” This song is for you. 💜🫶 The last track I wanted to bring up is the last one by Sarah Vaughan because she is just GOLD. And this song is just for you too. It’s called DEEP PURPLE and when I heard it and saw the name I felt it was meant for you and I wanted to end it in the sentiment of borahae because you created that new world for us all and I wanted to honor that. SHOUT OUT TO another RAM QUEEN, SARAH VAUGHAN. 🙌These lyrics are love: “When the deep purple falls/ over sleepy garden walls/ and the stars begin twinkle/ in the night/ in the mist of a memory/ you wander all back to me/ breathing my name with a sigh/ in the still of the night/ once again I hold you tight/ tho’ you’re gone your love lives on when the moonlight beams/ and as long as my heart will beat/ sweet lover, we’ll always meet/ here in my deep purple dreams.” 💜😭 I kind of had this imagery of even if we can’t see each other we can still see each other in our dreams. That deep purple dreams line got me lol I love it. I hope everyone can enjoy some of these tracks. They were picked in honor of you Tae and happy listening. Hehe 🎶💝

This is the last goodbye of 2022. Haha 😂 I will see y’all in 2023. FIGHTING HOBI! I made a video telling you this too. Lol but, also FIGHTING BTS, ARMY, AND BTS CREW. let’s go. Remember to be gentle with yourself and get your POLLITOS in order. You got this! You are capable of what you want but start with baby steps and keep going. Don’t rush what is meant for you. Enjoy it. Please have a lovely 🎉TAEHYUNG DAY, V DAY, TAE TAE DAY, TAEHYUNG-AH DAY, CGV DAY LOL, WINTER BEAR DAY, AND KIM TAEHYUNG DAY. 🎉I had to add one with your full name Tae. Lol but, please eat deliciously 🎂🤤and I hope y’all get to enjoy the end of the year as well. 🎊Take care. And thank you once again FOR BEING HERE WITH US TAEHYUNG. During the winter, you are the warmth that reminds us that our spring day is also near. 🌸 WE ALL LOVE YOU. 💜I PURPLE U.💜I just wanted to also say to everyone, thank you for being a part of my life and for being with me this year. I want to take a moment to appreciate you too, my loves. I hope that even my presence and words have given you something to laugh at or had made you feel loved or even seen this year even for a bit. I really love you. *I am blushing cutely* lol bye bye!🤗

With mucho amor,

Your Jennifer ✨💜❄️🌸✌️🐰✌️🌸❄️💜✨

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mingoori · 2 years

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pretty in pink

Mingyu feels his cheeks heat up as your face pops up on his laptop screen. He lets out a breath, leaning back on the headboard.

"Hey, baby," Mingyu watches as you lean back on your seat, a grin tugging at your lips. "Look at you, all pretty in pink. My pretty baby."

"Thank you," he mutters shyly.

"What did you need my help for, my love?"

He knows you were teasing—you knew exactly why he called you this late at night. Mingyu couldn't help but pout at the way you laughed at his reaction.

"Come on, Gyu." You tease further. "Can't help you if you don't tell me, sweetheart."

Instead of answering, Mingyu angles his laptop to show his lower half on screen. His legs were spread, pretty cock hidden undearneath the fabric of his pink shirt. He was achingly hard and he knew you could tell by the outline of his cock against the fabric.

Your brows quirked up, feigning surprise. "Oh, sweetie, looks like you have a little problem, huh?"

"Need your help," Mingyu mutters, finally tugging his shirt up. His cock was flushed an angry red, resting heavily against his toned stomach, the tip already leaking. "Please."

He hears you hum from the other line, his eyes trailing up to look at your face from the screen. "Such a pretty cock for a pretty boy," The words has Mingyu's breath hitching, fists closing around the fabric of his shirt.

"That looks painful, baby." Mingyu nods. "You know you can touch yourself, right?" He nods again.

"But it doesn't feel as good without you," he looks up at you through his lashes, eyes glassy. "Miss you so much."

You chuckle, "Miss you too, sweetie." Watching as you move onto a more comfortable position, Mingyu stays still. His eyes focus on your fingers slowly unbuttoning your shirt, revealing a black lacy bra, the sight sending liquid heat pooling in the pit of his stomach.

The poor boy swears he might just pass out right then and there when you shimmy out of your skirt, revealing the matching lace panties to match your bra.

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” You say, hands moving to cup your breasts. “Wanna see how much you miss me,”

Mingyu immediately gets to it, a whimper spills past his lips when his hand wraps around the base of his thick cock; the heat of it adding to the relief. He watches your hands roam your body while his own moves to stroke his length, his breathing labored.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters when you unclasp your lacy bra, letting the material fall to your lap. You chuckle lowly, eyes focused on your boyfriend on the screen. “So pretty.” He whispers.

Mingyu tightens his hand around his cock, jacking himself off faster. The moans that slip past his lips are obscene, beads precum leaking down his shaft. His hips were moving to meet his movements while his free hand was rubbing his hardened nipples through his shirt.

"Look at you," you moaned, hand slipping inside your panties to cup your heat. "The high and mighty Kim Mingyu of Kim Enterprises, acting like a little bitch."

"My pretty little bitch," A pathetic moan slips past Mingyu's lips as his thumb coming up to press against his leaking slit.

"Mhm," he nods fervently, his hips jerking uncontrollably at this point. "M'yours, all yours."

You chuckle, moving your panties aside to let a finger rub against the slit. "That's right, baby."

"Wanna make you feel good too," he mutters through his ragged breathing. "Love you so much."

"Yeah?" You coo, letting your finger circle around your clit while Mingyu focuses on fucking his cockhead through his fist, his moans getting higher in pitch. "I love you too, baby."

Mingyu struggles to keep his eyes on you, watching you slip two fingers into your cunt with a moan. He moves his hand to match your own movements.

God, the things he would do to be the one fucking you right now—pleasing you.

Nothing but the sound both of your moans rang through your respective rooms. Mingyu was growing restless, his thighs clamping together as his hips spasmed, his climax nearing.

You weren't far from your own climax, one hand pinching your nipple as your fingers pistoned in and out of your leaking cunt, moaning Mingyu's name.

"Come w'me," he stutters. "Want you to come with me, please."

"Such a good boy for me, aren't you?" You breathe. "Always such a gentleman for me, my love."

Mingyu eyes the way you tilt your head back, focuses on the sound of your moans and the obscene squelching of your fingers fucking your pussy.

You moan, thighs shaking as you tip over the edge of your high. "Cum, baby." Mingyu doesn't need to be told twice, hand fisting his cock in a hastened pace that had his eyes rolling back and his back arching as he spilled onto his hand.

#mingyu smut #mingyu imagines #mingyu scenarios #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #not beta read sorry #this photoshoot has me in a fucking chokehold #goori

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minshookie · 3 years

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All Play, No Work.

Pairing | CEO!Yoongi x reader

Genre | yandere,angst

Summary | “your secret relationship with Yoongi is all smooth sailing,until Mrs Kim gets in the way.”

!warnings! | mature language, workplace bullying, gossip, and infidelity. Also some pretty steamy scenes, for readers 18+.

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [open for request] words: 2k.

A/N | “I’m so happy you enjoyed “meetings at midnight.” I never really expected over 100 notes that’s crazy! I may have gotten a little carried away with this one but I hope you don’t mind & enjoy it as well. I’ll probably be making a part 2, please take any mistakes as love ❤️”

The disturbing rattle of the air conditioner served as white noise while you toyed with the drooping noodles swimming in the savory sauce placed before you. A few of your coworkers droned on about their plans, their kids and undeserving husbands leaving you alone in the corner of the depressing break room to think about what to expect when getting back to your cubicle. Which was a little less depressing than the powder white painted room you resided in now.

“Y/L/N, Min is asking for you.” The conversations stopped and all three of us looked up into the door frame. Jimin,Yoongi's assistant stood with his hands buried in his stiffly pressed pants pockets. “I-I’m on lunch.” You slowly went back to your lukewarm meal, taking a few noodles into your mouth. Chewing, You waited for the heavy pitter patter of his polished leather loafers to exit, but You never get what you wish for.

“Y/N, please don’t make me have to run back up there just to run back down here and tell you the same thing….c’mon.” He came closing your tupperware, sighing as you pushed it into your lunch bag, embarrassment growing on your features as he stood over you. The stare of nosey coworkers followed as you stepped out of the bland break room. The clacking of Jimin’s shoes found your nerves rather quickly, closely he walked behind you like a school principal making sure you went where instructed.

Taking you past your cubicle to leave your lunch you could almost taste the jealousy being thrown at you like missiles. Disapproving and confused whispers and glares followed you out the area. Reaching the stairs, out of sight of your colleagues you out ran Jimin, the looks, noises and scoffs getting the best of you. You practically threw yourself through yoongi's door, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Hey! hey! Bunny, got here quickly didn’t you?” He walked over locking his loyal assistant out. Falling back on the couch struggling for your breath, closing your eyes, you heard him walk around you. “I told you I’d see you after work, we’d have all night together.” Sighing, he pulls you up by your arms. With a grunt he sat down and replaced your head on his lap. “I know what you said, but did you really think I was going to wait...why should i?” Opening your eyes you met his soft gaze. “Tell me you love me.” He whispers, almost ashamed in himself. Needy, needy,needy,always needy. “This can’t be why you called me in.”

“Why should I?” You laughed, obviously he didn’t share your sense of humor as he tugged harshly on a strand of your hair. “Well if I didn’t love you I’d quit Yoongi.” Rolling over you cuddled into his soft tummy inhaling his masculin scent, this here under him locked in his dim office was your safe place. “No you wouldn’t, I pay you too much.” He murmured petting your back with his large hands. “As if!” You giggled into his tummy, pulling back to look up at your lover. His signature smile displayed on his features, moving his hands from your back he places his limber fingers at the back of your knee. Locking eyes he slid skillfully under your skirt to massage your ass over your panties. “Who were you hiding from today hm?” Groaning you rolled your eyes, you hate how he knows you so well.

“Kim?” “Mrs Kim is the least of my worries now.” You grimaced playing with his buttons. “Mm good, can't be the new girl, maybe her boyfriend?” Your eyes shot open, “boyfriend?! Who?” He planted this topic in the conversation, knowing your interest in the drama of your workplace. “Yeah, she’s running around with the coffee boy.” Laughing, he cut himself off “Jungkook.” He laughed almost uncontrollably. “That’s so cute since when?!” He hums calming down, “uh since about last month, I’ve been watching them get all close and flirty jeon puts extra cream in her coffee, she blushes blah blah. And you know Jimin is the nosiest person in the population of this place.”

You chuckled Nodding in agreeance “learned that way before you did, he was my cubicle neighbor before he was your assistant.” Sitting up you go to his drink cart to grab a bottle of water. “Yeah they’re cute as long as they stay on task, Answer the question though, who’s bothering my baby hm? I hate seeing you that way.” He comes from behind gliding his hands around your front pulling you into his embrace “you have a whole cafeteria in the next wing, I made sure they served your favorite today, and yet you chose the shitty break closet.” His rambling turns into background noise as you look through the one way window. Watching as your coworkers attended their duties, Jungkook balanced coffees in his arms with skill the new girl watched in admiration...I wonder what he’s actually here for.

Yoongi’s breath fans your neck causing you to shiver against him. “I’m sorry what’d you say?” “You’re ok.” He turns you around swiftly kissing you passionately against the glass obviously you’ve missed something. Though unseen the act feels extremely dirty. Dropping your water you cling to his shoulders, legs around his Slender waist. “You're not paying me to make out with you I hope.” He pecks your nose, gnawing his bottom lip. “Huh looks like I am.” “Ah, as tempting as that sounds Yoongs-” “don’t ever call me that.” He nips at your neck in retaliation. “I have a stack of papers on my desk that Mr Jimin has been beating me over the head about.” Groaning he loosens his grip around you. Letting you gather yourself before going to his door.

“I’ll see you tonight yeah?” Pouting,he came kissing your lips once more. “I’ll be waiting.” He opened the door and watched you strut down the stairs.

Getting back to your respectful area, you notice something was off...where’d your lunch go? You could’ve sworn you threw it on your desk. Pulling out the rolling chair to take a seat, “I’ll find it later.” You whispered to yourself,taking a seat, directly in the cold remains of your lunch. “What the fuck!” A wave of laughter was given with your ill response. Noodles dangled from your backside as you turned to look at the mess on your office chair.

“Okay! What are we a bunch of middle school virgins?” Jimin shouted, his face turning a dark shade of peach. “I’m sorry y/n.” Rolling your eyes you tried to keep back tears of utter embarrassment turning away from you colleagues. “Uhm...it’s pretty bad, do you have anything to change into?” He takes off his styled coat and hands it to you. You can’t process over the harsh giggles and whispers, “yeah like I have a closet in my car, Jimin I don’t have shit to put on!” You hiss making him pull an offended expression.

“I could give you something.” Your head snapped in the direction of the quiet new girl in the far corner. “I have a few dresses in car I-I I’m in the process of…” she scans the room unsure of her words “moving.” You offer a smile to cover how distraught you are, unable to respond correctly. “Thank you luci, we appreciate it.” Nodding she smiles softly grabbing her bag going to retrieve the clothes. “Go to the restroom, please.”

Tying the coat around your waist you rushed with your head down to the bathroom, shutting the door behind yourself roughly. Taking off the grey coat Turing to examine your soup covered ass. You brushed the cold noodles letting them splat onto the tiled floor. Pulling coat off the conjoined sinks you found the spacious stall at the end of the row, stripping off your soiled skirt. Nothing better to do, but to sit on the cold stool and wait.

The creaking door of the bathroom cut your silent thoughts short, isn’t Luci a quick one? You chuckled to yourself getting up, about to tell her of your whereabouts…“maybe if the bitch didn’t have her head so far up Min’s ass she woulda saw it coming.” The unknown voice stopped you in your tracks. Her friend snickers. “Shh she could be in here.” “As if I give a fuck, she needs to know!” Peeking through the side of the stall you could see them in the mirror touching up their makeup. “Min’s probably got his head up hers too!” The quieter of the two spoke up.

“Ha that would explain my recent hours, I heard they fuck in the office, I wonder if the sluts any good.” She cleaned the edges of her lipstick, “I’ve fucked him, I know he’s good, really into all the rough shit, he’s crazy.” She tossed her makeup into her bag fixing her hair, “why’d you guys stop?” You felt your chest ache, yoongi never told you about him and Mrs Kim, what kind of fucked story is this? “Little miss pasta booty got the job, and Joon finally proposed...guess he didn’t want me any-” “y/n are you in here?!” Luci’s softened voice searched for you.

“I’m in here.” Responding slightly above a whisper, the soft steps of her pumps were trampled by the clicking steps of the two mud slingers who quickly bursted from the restroom. “I didn’t know what you would like, I have this blue one, it’s a cute summer dress.” She hung it on the door of the stall for me to see. “Or this white one, it’s a bit tighter but I think it’ll look great on you.” Randomly choosing you stripped of your top pulling the dress over yourself. “Thanks Luci, I owe you one.” Collecting your clothes and Jimin’s coat, you left the stall. “No no, I’m sorry Kim did that to you...I should’ve stopped her.” She coyly hangs her head, “not your fault...thanks Luci.” She smiles politely, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

Eunji That jealous bitch, yoongi has much explaining to do. You smooth out your dress bracing yourself for the environment behind the door. only to be pushed back. A deep blush pink shade covering his face, yoongi brings you back in, “you can’t be in here, this is the ladies.” He scans your body before looking at the dirty laundry in your arms. “This is my building. I can be anywhere in any room I want.” Scoffing you attempt to leave, grabbing your forearm he pulls you back. “What’s going on with you I’m here to check and see if you’re alright and here you are acting like an ass y/n” his face held a concerned stare.

“Yoongi the last thing we should be doing is huddling in the bathroom, we’ve drawn enough attention to ‘us’ already.” Unable to look him in the eyes you examine his posture, he propped your chin on his pointer finger bringing your face up. “And since when did you care?” “Ever since your ex painted my ass with my lunch.” He giggled darkly, “what?” Again you attempted escape, only to be overpowered and lifted with ease. “Okay sit the fuck down.” Placing you down in the sink like a child he took your skirt looking at the back. “And this just had to be the one I bought?.” He shook his head like a disappointed father. “What are you acting so mad towards me for, who’s supposedly my ex huh?” He took the skirt under the faucet scrubbing it harshly together with soap.

Why can’t he ever just leave you alone, drawing attention to your relationship was the last thing you needed today. It’s not like nobody knew, it was hard not to. But you hated the unwanted attention the favoritism brought you. “Who lied to you?” “You did.” He stopped the water, “y/n now you know I’d never.” He folded the cleaned wet skirt along with your shirt. “Yoongi, I heard Kim Eunji talking about it. She told her little follower about it while I hid in the stall.” You answered blandly, ready to be freed from the bathroom. His face shifted shades, “what? I’ve never fucked that bitch, all she does is lie and get into shit she has no concern for.” He gripped the sink roughly.

Like a switch, when the right buttons were pushed Yoongi’s temper was quick to strike….though never thrown at you. It can have harsh outcomes and you've seen it first hand. “She runs her mouth about you too much, I’ll have to help her out.” Aggressively released the marble counter, “Yoongi w-what, calm down.” He walked to the door, unsure of what to do. Naive of his wrath you followed behind. “She wants to get fucked? I’ll give her something that’ll fuck her up, something that’ll make her piss off for good this time.”

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green (aka ‘red’ part 2)

slytherin doyoung x ravenclaw fem reader

genre: hogwarts au but all different, romance, smut, established relationship (read ‘red’ if you’re into enemies to lovers), fluff

warnings: sexy times (69, bodies connected by slytherin magic idk, little rough, mention of saliva and all that jazz, mention of overstimulation, swallowing, use of magic during sexy times, solo m, solo f, fingering, raw, phone sex, spanking, short istance of subby dy, light bondage dy receiving, dry humping, mention of safe word, borderline sexy times in public), mention of natural events such as thunder, lightning, fire, water, rocks etc lmao, swearing, teasing

words: 9k

huge thanks to @spookyhyuck and @sunflowerforhaechan for helping me out with this fic!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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Previously, in Red

“It’s just– it’s unfair. So I– also want to know.”

“You want to own my cock?” he chuckled in the crook of your neck.

“Why do you really have to use such words?!”

“You can do it. You just need to go down on me too.”

“Even if I’m not a slytherin?”

“If you’re in love with your slytherin partner, you don’t need to be one to be tied to them like that.”

“Pants off then. Now.”

Doyoung inhaled once, eyes darting from your face to your hands already trying to unbuckle his belt.

"Are you-- are you sure about this?"

Your eyes lit up with mischief, causing the young man to bite his lower lip. "Are you perhaps stuttering now, Kim Doyoung?"

"I just--you'll legit feel it every time I'll-"

"So what? Does that make you nervous?"

You leaned down and cupped his cheek. He let his head fall on the mattress at your gentle push and he closed his eyes when he felt your lips gently kissing his neck. Your fingers started to draw patterns on his collar bones; while the other hand slipped past the restriction of his trousers, touch gentle above his boxers.

Doyoung's breath stopped for a moment before he released it, his cock twitching under your fingertips, so eager to be touched without the layer of fabric of his underwear.

"I'd love to be able to feel it every time you fucked your fists," you whispered into his open lips, “bet it would make me so wet."

You dragged the last word out while your hand palmed him and you loved to see him strain his neck to the side, his pulsing artery inviting you to just bite into it.

And you were about to do it; if Doyoung hadn't of grabbed your wrists and smiled wickedly all of sudden.

“Alright. But turn around,” he instructed. His fingers intertwined with yours and for a moment it felt fuzzy and warm. But the dying sun and its shadows made him look dangerous instead of aethereal.

“Huh?” you tried to move away but his grip was iron.

“Turn around? Oh,” You blinked, finally making a sense of his words.

He smirked again and let go of your arms, sliding his warm hands under your shirt instead until reaching your breasts. Your breath quivered and you straightened your back, letting your head fall as he cupped them, squeezing their softness harshly until you gasped.

And then he became the one to rise and connect his teeth to your neck after discarding your upper garment with an aggressive pull.

You closed your eyes - mind imagining just how badly your Ravenclaw bed was going to creak in a moment when the two of you made contact with the ancient bedframe - Doyoung reaching the swell of your breasts with the tip of his tongue.

You felt your bra slowly descending off your torso as well. Doyoung grabbed it roughly and threw it somewhere in the room as if unable to wait a single moment. Just as roughly, he pulled you down on top of him and pushed your pyjama bottoms off your ass in one fatal swoop.

"Come here," he murmured, tongue slightly poking out of his mouth; the thought of you sitting on top of that making shivers travel all across your body. Your chest was pressed on his but the fabric of his shirt bothered you too much, so hungry to feel his skin instead.

So you leaned down and took his tongue inside your mouth, dancing with it and making him taste yours whilst your fingers gathered his top until feeling his abdomen and pecs defined, beneath the shirt. Then you forced it off, ruffling his fluffy dark hair playfully, before finally biting into his neck just as you had been dying to do. He chuckled, his throat moving accordingly to the vibrations of his deep voice but it soon transformed into an airy panting as you moved the biting down across his collarbones; placing wet kisses all across his chest, flicking his nipples and biting on the soft skin of his abs. Doyoung gulped when you reached the most prominent veins of his navel and you smiled, tracing one with the tip of your tongue until reaching the waistband of his boxers.

"Ah shit, just-," he choked. You froze; keeping your hot breath close to his twitching cock just to make him gasp.

You didn't go any further though and just smiled, putting on a short show for him, namely taking off your bottoms and underwear before sitting on top of his legs again.

He admired you from underneath his hooded eyelids, but before you could tease him as you intended to, he flicked his wrist and your body moved the other way accompanied by your high pitched yelp.

"Doyoung!" You leaned forward to steady yourself, as your ass was already being kneaded by his impatient hands.

He chuckled once and pulled you by the waist until you could feel his breath between your legs.

"Be a good girl," he murmured and dove in, the movement of his tongue around your clit making you moan too loudly for the university campus.

"We need--to soundproof--the room-" you tried to speak with a broken voice as Doyoung spread you out with his hands, fingers pressed into the softness of your ass.

"You can be silent with my cock inside that mouth."

Mind clouded as you moved your hips to ride his tongue, you almost forgot about Doyoung's painfully hard cock poking out of his boxers.

So you leaned down, trying to keep your moans as silent as possible and watched it spring out of the underwear on the lower stomach. Doyoung's hiss didn't go unnoticed by your ears as you pumped it, so you eagerly licked a strip up on it and felt his slight shudder. The you let out a trail of saliva past your lips and you watched it coat his tip.

"Shit," he breathed on your clit as you pursed your lips on it and when you actually took it inside your wet mouth, hand working the base, his fingers pulled you even lower on his face.

You moaned as his tongue fucked inside of you quickly, the vibrations of your throat causing him to get even more eager. With your cheeks sucked in to take as much as you could and one hand held steady to work the rest, you bobbed your head quickly, matching his pace. Then you finally took it all in until you felt it inside your throat, making him groan as he moved his hips upwards for more. You gasped for air as you let his cock slide out, glistening with your saliva, and you pumped it with your fist, moaning a second time when you felt Doyoung's fingers stretching you out.

It was already too much. Your mind was hazy and your muscles aching. And when you felt another finger being added, making you squeeze your thighs together and curl your toes, your own fingers never letting his cock go, you moaned loudly.

"Shh," He warned you, amused at you getting louder and louder as your orgasm approached. So you leaned down again, forehead resting on his thigh for a moment before starting to resume sucking on his cock again.

Doyoung's legs twitched imperceptibly at your sudden touch and the movement of his tongue, back on your clit, got too erratic, showing you how close he was himself.

"Babe, ah--fuck," he mumbled with broken breaths, his fingers digging into your sides, until he thrust inside your mouth a few times uncontrollaby and then went limp moments before you could feel his seed shoot on your tongue. You kept still as much as you could before letting it out, slowly working the length as it sprouted a few times on your breasts as well, descending on your nipples and his abdomen.

Doyoung groaned a few more times and right after you finished swallowing you arched your back, his mouth sucking on you so needily as if he was still trying to reach his own high.

Your nails dug into his thighs and your hips started to move on their own on his face, riding his tongue and trying to keep as quiet as possible.

"Cumming!" you mumbled, mind hazy and muscles aching.

Doyoung hummed pleased and didn't stop even when you started to uncontrollably shake in his hold, fucking you through your orgasm until you had to beg him to stop.

__________

“What were you doing when this happened?”

The man stated in a monotone voice, in full concentration as he was staring at his device connected to Doyoung’s room. He was standing in the middle of it, the only spot without any burnt patches or open flames.

The latter's mind went to last night, the feeling of his cock inside his desperate palm as the image of your mouth roamed his imagination; so he let out a short “heh” before clearing his throat.

“So I was in bed.”

“With someone?” The man mumbled.

“Alone.” Doyoung replied.

And it wasn’t a lie. He came inside your mouth that day and when he got to his room again all he could think of was cumming inside of it again.

The man didn't reply for a moment.

“And you said that it was as if an explosion happened that made your whole room catch fire?”

“Yep.” Doyoung slid his hands in the sweatpants pockets, fighting the urge to swing back and forth on his heels.

“Well, the room is not malfunctioning or anything. I just think your emotions were too strong."

The man raised his eyes to stare at Doyoung’s face. “Whatever they were," he added.

The lack of emotions on the dude’s face was making things even more awkward.

“Uhm yeah, I think I was having a nightmare or something…” Doyoung scratched the back of his head.

The man hummed and with one last click, he sighed and twisted his wrist once. Doyoung inhaled relieved to see his burnt walls turn to their original state. He had never experienced a rub so good it made his room burn like hell itself before.

“Thank you, sir," Doyoung addressed the man that was already walking towards the door.

“Next time this happens-” The stiff man said, turning around once, feet in the corridor, “-just imagine water or something.”

“And what if my room gets flooded?”

The man straightened his jacket with a short tug. “Well, just don’t jack off then.”

With a little smile, Doyoung was ready to see him off and hide under the covers.

__________

“What do you mean by an explosion?”

You leaned closer to Doyoung, who was sitting across the table from you in the study room, to hear his whispers better.

“Like a real ka-boom?” A curious voice asked as well.

Doyoung and you both turned your heads towards Haechan, standing and resting with his elbows on the desk as close to you as possible.

“This is a private conversation!” You gently whisper-yelled, pushing Haechan back.

"I'm just curious to know more about the rooms!” He whined, straightening his back.

“Well, didn’t you feel it?” Doyoung’s words were directed towards you and you gulped, remembering the sensation you felt the previous night.

It did feel like an explosion inside your whole body. If that was what your connection was going to feel like in the future, you were surely going to lose your mind with each orgasm.

“Of course I did! But my room didn’t catch fire.”

Doyoung’s adam apple travelled up and down in his throat. “Lee. Can you please just fuck off for a second?”

Haechan, face almost touching Doyoung’s one, opened his palms and took a few steps back again.

“I think,” you waited a moment, eyes darting around as if trying to gather more courage, “it happened because I was doing it too.”

Doyoung’s jaw fell open and Haechan whistled.

“Well, shit. If I blow up my room while I think of my cute girlfriend then what’s going to happen when I actually fuck my cute girlfriend?”

You bit your lower lip, trying to not giggle at his words but it was impossible.

Doyoung's gaze caressed your face and his expression relaxed into a smile.

“You like that? Me calling you my girlfriend?” He touched your hand and you intertwined your fingers soon after.

“Uhm, guys, I think you should take this to the bedroom now...” Haechan trailed off, seeing you imperceptibly lean into each other.

“Maybe we should just not masturbate at the same time,” you whispered.

“Maybe we should just blow up the entire university.” Doyoung whispered back, before your lips inevitably clashed together making Haechan groan and a few other nosey people in the vicinity look away too.

__________

It was a sunny day and the grass outside never felt softer as you sat down crossed legged. Doyoung’s hand was still intertwined with yours and you giggled when instead of letting it go as you tugged away, he just pulled you towards himself.

“I just can’t get enough of you,” his breath caressed your lips. The kiss was slow and soft and you melted in his arms.

You hummed teasingly then watched as Doyoung indicated towards you and a sandwich gently breezed inside your hand from the basket he carried.

“Stop boasting your object moving skills,” you smiled before taking a bite. Your knees touched as he sat down as well and he smirked seeing your uniform skirt slide up your thigh a bit.

“My room still reflects my mood even when I’m outside of it,” he continued as you munched on the food. “Perhaps I should keep the distance.”

“Can’t you just turn it off?”

Doyoung snickered. “Yeah. I’m on my way to ask the principal to turn off my room because I want to have mad sex and I end up destroying it.”

You tilted your head to the side as if thinking for a moment. Then you noticed Doyoung’s gaze.

“What?”

“That turned you on just now,” he smiled.

You gulped. “No.”

He sighed knowingly. “Yes.”

You exchanged a look.

“Can you feel it?”

“Can you not?”

“I thought it was just my feeling. Is this you being horny right now?”

“I think it’s both mixed.”

“You said that I would only know when you orgasm.”

“Well, that’s what I thought too.”

You both stared at each other for a moment as if doomed.

Then Doyoung’s eyes twinkled and the heat inside of your gut intensified.

“Doyoung! Stop it.”

“Hmm, can you resist this though?” he leaned in like a snake trying to catch your lips.

“We’re outside,” you whispered, placing your hands on his chest.

“We’re hidden. No one’s looking.”

The burning sensation inside your gut intensified even more and when you felt completely wet Doyoung exhaled.

"Oh, I know," he whispered on your lips when you tried to tell him. "I think--," he licked his lower lip, looking at you twitching in front of him. "I can make you cum with only my words."

You whined closing your eyes and trying to calm your quick breath whilst your hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt.

"Please, this is torture."

You squeezed your legs together and Doyoung was quick to slide one hand between them just enough to keep them apart, kneading the soft flesh in the meantime.

His lips brushed yours and you let go, diving in desperately, sucking on his tongue as if only that alone could make you go over the edge. His hums were deep and rough and you wondered how he managed to keep it together.

"Hold tight," he ordered and you gasped, unable to breathe for a moment before blinking hard and seeing new trees adorning Doyoung's figure.

"Wait," you furrowed your eyebrows. He smiled hovering on top of you. The breeze felt different and there were no more screaming students in the background.

Then you realized.

"Is this your room?" you tried to look around above his shoulder.

The green moss under your back was soft to the touch and the campus surely didn't have any waterfalls like the one shining under the setting sun.

"Doyoung, did you really just transport us in your room as if it was nothing?"

"Perks of being a Prefect," his soft breath caressed your ear as he outlined it with his lips.

"I’m a Prefect too but I can't do this!"

"Then, perks of being a horny Slytherin," he chuckled and you felt his tongue gently drawing patterns on your neck. The breath you took in was sharky and you tightened your hold around his torso, pulling him towards you even more with your legs.

"Just fuck me already," you whined and Doyoung was quick to unzip his pants, pupils so big that you could see your own reflection in his eyes.

"I think this is going to be very quick," he grunted, pushing your panties to the side and pressing his tip into your clit.

You threw your head back and opened your mouth in a soundless moan, choking when he pushed inside slowly.

"I don't need much either," you managed to speak before you both started to pant in unison. Your fingers got tangled in his luscious hair, wrapping his neck with your arms and lungs filled with his scent. Your mouths were open against each other as if starved and you wondered why it took you so long to fuck again.

The moans were quick to invade the room and when your body started to shift back and forth under his weight, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down around your head.

Doyoung kissed you once and bit on your lower lip, stretching it out as his hips slowed down, making you feel every inch so very well.

“I can feel the way you like it when I’m like this,” he murmured amused.

You inhaled deeply as he hit it hard a few times then slowed down again. The waterfall burst in sync and you felt a few drops of water on your skin.

“And I guess you can also feel the way you’re torturing me right now,” you breathed out, clenching around him as if begging for release.

“Yeah,” he outlined your lips with the tip of his tongue, “and it’s so fun.”

Your hips moved upwards, needing more and he chuckled once, lifting himself on the knees and lifting one of your legs to his shoulder.

“I think I need some magical words now, baby.”

You tried to roll your eyes to the side and move your arms but he clicked his tongue and you realized the amount of control he had on you.

“I can’t believe you’re balls deep inside of me and still have the strength to keep my wrists down with magic.”

“Oh, you want me to lose control?”

You looked around the room, or better, the dark green forest, and imagined it on fire but your lucid thoughts lost any meaning the moment Doyoung started to move again, the sound of his hips hitting the underside of your thighs becoming too overwhelming. Your spinning head got you whining and moaning his name, again and again, each time louder until he actually lost control and your fingers were free for you to dig them into his chest, palming his stomach and going up to reach his face. He kissed your fingertips leaning down again as you started to twitch in his hold.

“Shit,” he cursed through his teeth, your approaching orgasm making him unable to distinguish between his one and yours.

You gasped, lips forming the words and he grunted. “I know, baby, I know.”

And when it came crashing down on you, it felt so right yet so terrifying that you thought you were about to pass out.

The waterfall moved its course right above you and you screamed while Doyoung laughed loudly, his hair getting all wet and dripping above you.

You tried to open your eyes, passing your hands on your face.

“We’re all wet now!”

“You were wet way before this,” he chuckled, his cool skin so smooth to the touch that you pulled him down until he was able to rest his face on your chest.

He wrapped your torso with his arms, caging you under his weight and you sighed relieved, still dizzy from the mind-blowing experience.

"I can't believe this just happened."

You looked up at the calm waterfall and its pink water that reflected the sunset. A few birds you didn't notice before were chirping.

“Can you get rid of my clothes without touching me?” you wondered.

Doyoung chuckled and his breath warmed your bosom.

“Yes.”

You gasped. “Who have you been practising with?”

He lifted his head to rest his chin on you. “It’s second-year magic.”

“They don’t teach us to undress people.”

“They teach us to move stuff. I can move it from your body to the floor. Same thing.”

“Then do it. Wet clothes feel aw-” you tried to complete the sentence but didn’t manage to as you suddenly felt his wet body on yours instead of the fabric.

“What are we? Like Adam and Eve?” you laughed at the image of you both naked and lying on a patch of moss.

He kissed your lips slowly. “Perhaps we were. Like in a past life or something.”

You hummed, pushing his dripping hair back. “So the room it’s better flooded than burnt?”

“The soil will absorb everything so when I'll turn it back, abracadabra, no water left.”

“Why are you so smart?” you smiled.

“Actually, I dropped out of the top 10.”

Your smile died.

“What?”

“You too.”

“What?!”

__________

“Oh shit.”

You were standing in the corridor, one hand on your mouth and eyes wide looking at that month’s academic ranking sheet.

“How is this possible?” you asked Doyoung who sighed near you.

"I thought you were aware."

“Well, when was the last time you folks handed in homework?” Haechan stopped by, head shaking like a disappointed parent. You both turned your heads towards him.

“We’ve been-” you started to speak but drifted off, unsure on how to continue.

“Busy,” Doyoung concluded with a nod.

“Oh yeah,” Haechan eyed Doyoung’s bright hickey on the side of the neck. “I can see that. Keep up the good work then,” he patted both of your shoulders. "Also, you have leaves in your hair."

It was your turn to sigh. Doyoung reached the top of your head and retrieved a small leaf.

“I think we need to schedule our meetings-” you started but Doyoung interrupted you, alarmed.

“What? No way!”

You crossed your arms on your chest and faced your boyfriend.

“We’re not going to graduate if we keep fucking all day.”

And Kim Doyoung actually pouted. “I don’t care.”

“You’ve been fighting for first place all of this time!”

“It’s because I was trying to win over you. Now it’s not important, is it? Because you're mine."

You had to close your eyes to gather your shit.

“Doyoung, our future-”

“My future is you.”

“Oh my God, stop being cringy for a second."

He hummed amused and pulled you towards his chest. You reluctantly let him do it and wrapped his torso. He smelled like forest and well - like Doyoung.

“We can study and fuck,” he murmured in the crook of your neck.

“What are you? A bunny?”

“We can study together,” he looked at you as you lifted your gaze on his face.

“You already know how bad of an idea that is, Doyoung.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Okay. Knowing you, there's already a plan."

You let him go and lifted one finger as you started to announce the rules. “We can meet once a day.”

“Oh my God," he rubbed his forehead.

“When we meet, we can fuck only if we’ve already finished our assignments,” you added a second finger.

Doyoung passed one hand through his hair annoyed. “Alright.”

“Three. If you try some weird shit while I’m busy, I’ll beat your ass.”

He smirked.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes. You’ll beat my ass. Understood.”

“You don’t want that,” you warned him.

“I absolutely do not want that,” he kissed your lips once.

__________

Doyoung turned around and around.

His bed felt cold and uncomfortable that night and everything he desired was having you warm it up. He thought he loved studying but while working on his homework he realized that he has been in love with you instead all of that time.

The wall clock ticked slowly until Doyoung groaned and broke it with a twist of his wrist. Then he hated the way it looked on his wall so he sent it flying out of the window.

With a grunt, he rolled over and tried to find his phone.

From DY: you up?

From You: yes, studying. as you should

From DY: hmmm

You sighed looking up at the screen for a second more before putting it away.

Then you suddenly froze, hand in the air and your panties absolutely soaked.

“Kim Doyoung. I swear I’ll-,” you’ve never called someone as quickly as him at that moment and you hated the way you squeezed your thighs together at the sound of his sleepy voice.

“Yes?”

“Doyoung.”

“Yeah.”

You exhaled. “I’m mad at you.”

“Hot,” he chuckled.

“Stop whatever you’re doing right now.”

“Hmm, can’t,” he gulped and his shifting on the bed synced with the feeling inside of your stomach.

“I have a test tomorrow!”

“I can teach you if you come over,” he murmured.

“I can teach myself very well if-”

“If you didn’t have your mind so clouded right now?”

You started to pant lightly and you closed your eyes.

“I’m just minding my own business,” he teased you. “Turn off the phone.”

The grip on your desk went unnoticed to you until you started to lightly shake, the wet sound of his fist working himself paired with his deep and lazy voice too tempting for you to actually put the phone away.

“Doyoung. We talked about it. Rule number three. I’ll beat your ass.”

“Come over and do it then.”

You sighed annoyed and let the silence fill the space for a while.

“Y/N,” he whispered. “Just a moment. Touch yourself.”

“You’re going to burn the room,” you tried to joke, ignoring the way your hand slowly descended between your legs. Perhaps he wouldn’t notice.

But he sighed once and his breath got louder. “Good girl,” he praised you.

You closed your eyes and bit your lower lip, listening to Doyoung’s sounds and adding some whines of your own to the orchestra.

“Can’t you really come over? This is driving me insane,” he groaned.

“If I come over, you’ll keep me occupied all night.”

Doyoung chuckled once then swore silently as you slid a finger inside of yourself, pumping quickly until the wet sounds reached his ears.

“I bet it doesn’t feel as good as my fingers.”

The chair you were sat on fell to the ground with a loud bang as you stood up and leaned on the desk. Your arm was trembling so you bent it, resting on your forearm instead, forehead pressed hard on it as your fingers were indeed too short to give you the pleasure you were seeking.

“Oh babe, you’re doing such a mess over there,” he had the audacity to snicker but then his voice died in a choke as you started to moan his name like a mantra, over and over. He surely could feel the way the heat growing inside your limbs were making you curl your toes and bite on your own skin.

“Are you going to cum with me?” you mewled and Doyoung just about lost his mind. His panting filled the phone speaker and as you reached your orgasm, lulled by his swearing, his moans got engulfed by loud thuds.

“Doyoung?” you tried to reach the phone with a trembling hand but the beep replaced his voice.

__________

“This is very embarrassing,” he whispered to himself.

You were both standing in his room, arms crossed on the respective chests and eyes trying to make sense of what you were looking at.

You ran as quickly as lightning towards the Slytherin rooms, worried out of your own mind, just to see Doyoung sat on a gigantic rock instead of his bed.

“What happened?” you walked towards him before tripping on the unstable floor.

“Oh, careful!” he slid down and caught you in his arms before you could get yourself a free rhinoplasty.

“Are you okay?” you asked him and his red cheeks told you that he was absolutely fine and actually still high as fuck from the mindblowing rub.

He chuckled. “We’re in a cave!”

You rolled your eyes and pushed his chest away. “You scared the shit out of me. Rocks started to fall down? What the hell happened?"

He sighed, looking around. “The walls and ceiling started to disintegrate.”

“This makes absolutely no sense. I don’t believe there’s no other Slytherin with your problems. One can not have control over this. This is so much responsibility. How is this safe for school? I will go and ask-”

“Hey, hey, Y/N, shh,” he cupped your face and smiled. “It’s alright.”

“It’s not! You burn then you get hit with rocks. And for what? Because you’re horny. I’m worried but I’m also mad!” you replied but him squishing your cheeks didn’t make your discourse aggressive at all. Doyoung smiled again and gave you a peck on your duck lips.

“At least you’re in my room now.”

“I’m not! I’m in a cave.”

“I learned the spell,” he announced and took a step back like one of those muggle magicians with hats full of bunnies. “What bedding colour do we want tonight, Miss?”

“We? I’m going back to my normal room to study.”

Doyoung pouted. “Ah, come on. Just sleep with me. What if scary wolves start appearing from the walls this time? Or a tornado? Even worse, your father to beat my ass?”

“You’re insufferable. Also you wouldn’t want my father to see me sleeping with you, would you?”

He chuckled delightedly as a child and with both wrists and a little wince of effort he turned his room back to normal.

You inhaled and exhaled deeply as he let himself fall on the bed, patting the side of it for you to join him.

“I’ve never been as empty as now. That nut almost killed me so I just want to sleep. Please.”

You sighed again and moved towards him. “Okay. But this is the last time.”

_________

It wasn’t the last time.

You tried to avoid Doyoung as much as possible for your own sanity and your academic well-being. And his actual survival. But it was impossibile to not bump into his firm chest at every corner.

“Doyoung! Leave me alone!” you would announce from far away as he would walk down the corridor. “I know you have a test in ten minutes. We don’t have time for this.”

“Just a single kiss,” he gave you The Eyes.

Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin Prefect? Scary, intimidating, domineering.

Kim Doyoung, your boyfriend? Clingy, soft, a complete fool.

And you adored him.

His friend laughed and walked away, leaving Doyoung behind to bother you further.

“A hug?” he tried again as you shook your head.

“Okay, okay. A handshake,” he smiled and you rolled your eyes amused, extending your hand.

Doyoung grabbed it and kissed your knuckles slowly, then gently kissed one of your fingertips, his dark eyes not letting your figure go for a moment. Your pupils shook as he would kiss another fingertip, then another, and before you could realize you were in his arms, mouths on each other, his body pressing into yours and pushing you towards the first classroom available.

“Doyoung. Rule number 2,” your voice was a tiny choked breath.

“I don’t care.”

“What if someone’s going to see?” you whispered alarmed as he lifted you with a thud on the professor’s desk.

“Let them watch. Are you up to give them a hot show?”

“Stop joking! We can be expelled!”

“You won’t care about that in a second,” he announced, falling on his knees and pushing your panties to the side.

You inhaled sharply and slid your fingers into his hair, mouth open in a silent moan as Doyoung’s tongue actually made you forget whatever concern you had.

“Doyoung, I said, you have a test,” you mumbled, fingers gripping his hair and pulling.

He stood up, hands placed on each side of you and his gaze made you immediately regret your tone.

“Is this how you talk to me?” he lifted one eyebrow.

“Is your little Slytherin ego hurt?” you tried to imitate him but failed as he pulled you down from the desk and turned you around.

“I see that you miss our fights,” he growled inside your ear before bending you over.

The first slap to your ass made you bite your lower lip. The second made you moan and the third got your panties even wetter than before.

“If you’re going to whine so much about it then you just deserve to not cum at all.”

“You are not leaving me here like this now,” you warned him, hearing him fumbling behind you.

“Hmm, and if I do?”

“I will edge myself until you burst yourself.”

“Let’s see,” he took a step back and dusted his jacket, ready to leave.

You let out a whine of protest.

"What?"

You wiggled your butt. "Come on."

Doyoung raked your skirt up again slowly.

"Come on, what?"

It was a long and cruel battle and you secretly enjoyed every bit of it. He waited for you to talk again, running his fingers all over your ass as if bored but his thoughts were not hidden to your gut.

You tried to turn around but his palms pinned you down again with a soft thud.

You turned your wrists and he let out a surprised chuckle, quick to shield it.

"Is this a Defense against the dark arts class?"

You smiled. "Yes. You're the dark arts."

He hummed and got closer until you felt the fabric of his pants brush against the underside of your nude thighs. And when he raked his hand through your hair you moaned, letting him open your lips with his tongue as you arched your back.

It was a slow and sinful kiss, and you melted into it as he fucked your mouth with his.

You were both panting when he broke it off and turned you around. Quick to hook your legs around his waist, you kissed again as if for the first time.

You pushed his hair back and he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth. He ran his tongue along with it and you dove in again, sucking on it. Nails digging and palms pressing on the desk loudly, you begged him without words as he breathed heavily into your neck.

Shifting and rocking together, murmuring incoherently, you set his room on fire for the second time.

__________

“I’m calm today. It’s fine,” Doyoung looked at you with wide innocent eyes.

You were both sitting on his room’s fluffy rug (“Do you like the green? I made it appear only for you”), your books all scattered around you and your nerves thin, expecting your boyfriend to jump on you anytime now.

The lighting in his room as he was rearranging your guts just days before attracted half of the Slytherin people to the door. Doyoung had some explaining to do as soon as he got back, shirt out of his pants and swollen lips.

"Are you perhaps going through a rough time?" the gentle Nurse that came to assist eventual injuries asked, timidly entering the smoky room. "You know you can talk to me whenever. Your father and I-,"

"Oh no, Ma'am. I'm doing well actually," Doyoung was quick to interrupt her after dismissing all kids polluting the corridor.

"This happens when one's mad though."

He chuckled once. "I am definitely not mad. I'm--happy actually," Doyoung explained and coughed a few times, hand swatting around his face. It would take him more than a few wrists turns to make his room look decent again.

"Doyoung-,"

"Ma'am, I have a girlfriend."

She blinked at him then suddenly blushed.

"Oh!" she then smiled. "Oh. Well," she took a napkin out of her coat and gently patted her neck. "I know married couples that never managed to change the colour of the lights. Imagine turning it on fire," she laughed slowly and Doyoung hummed, hand resting on the debris of his bed, waiting for her to finally leave.

"I'll send your father a letter to congratulate myself for the nice couple-,”

"Oh no no no no" he sprinted in front of her, hands on both of her shoulders. "My father would surely appreciate it but he's-uh- currently- hm- out of the country."

Her eyes twinkled with malice. "Then you'll have to be cute with your girlfriend for a while and keep your room intact."

“I swear. I’m cute. Just a calm studying date. Promise,” he actually lifted his pinky and you smiled, wrapping it with yours and touching thumbs.

Then you sighed turning your computer on.

“I’m glad. I missed our fluffy moments and I can’t believe the actual Nurse threatened you- Doyoung!” you interrupted yourself as you eyed his hand on your ankle.

“I’m not doing anything,” he blinked at you. You hummed as a warning.

“Come on. You would have felt it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and resumed your fumbling. He didn't look away though and you could actually see his movements in your peripheral vision.

"Doyoung."

"What? I'm just getting comfortable."

"Leaning towards me?"

"Oh, come on. I missed you," he got as close as to touch shoulders with you and place a hand on your thigh.

"Had no idea Slytherins were so cuddly," you looked at it, worried.

"Hm? Is this-," he squeezed your leg, "making you feel some type of way?"

You pursed your lips. "Not at all."

"Not at all you say?" his voice was getting dangerously lower as he started to play with the hem.

"Doyoung, the studying-," you tried to speak but he placed a single kiss on your jaw, interrupting you.

"The what?" he murmured.

You gulped. "We-,"

"Go on," he kissed your neck, stealing a real moan from your chest.

He chuckled. "So easy."

“Okay, you know what? That’s it. You deserve to be punished,” you announced, grabbing his green Slytherin tie and pulling it towards you. Doyoung exhaled and almost lost his balance, his eyes wide open at your actions.

“What are you doing?” he stared at your hand.

You ignored him. “Hmm, let’s see. What safeword should we use?” you wondered, deep in thoughts.

“Eh? Safeword?”

“What about ‘green’?”

“What about it?”

“Say it when it’s too much, honey,” you explained and got up, starting to walk and dragging your boyfriend by the tie. He followed you quickly towards the bed, almost tripping on his feet, and he let you push him roughly on it.

It’s not that he didn’t have any strength, but he was so shocked that he couldn’t move a single limb.

“You know what Ravenclaws are good at?”

He shook his head.

“Wit, originality and winning,” you recited, lifting his chin with your nail.

“You’re also good at sucking cock,” he murmured, the little smile blooming on his lips showing his senses coming back to his body.

You tsked and slid his tie off his shirt making his hiss at the harsh movement. Then you touched each button on that shirt and they fell to his lap, slowly exposing his collarbones and chest.

Doyoung kept his eyes on you like two dark fires and you knew he was waiting for you to hesitate for a single moment so he could attack instead.

“Can I play too or is this a one-sided fight?” he wondered, leaning down on his elbows, his tongue slowly wetting his lips. His bed was a dark green velvet this time and his figure on it made your mouth water.

“Go ahead,” you replied.

He hummed lazily and looked at you as if unsure of what to do first.

Then your buttons popped too.

All of them and at the same time.

You closed your eyes briefly at the sound and breathed out shakily.

“Really? Copying me?”

Doyoung shrugged and indicated to you that it was your turn.

So you put on a brave smirk and walked towards him slowly, letting your uniform shirt fall on the ground at his feet. T

hen you climbed on his lap.

He followed your movements and you were pleased to see the little breaths coming out of his open lips as you leaned down as if to kiss him but twisted your wrists instead.

His arms moved towards you and unsupported, his back hit the mattress.

Doyoung chuckled once but the smile disappeared as his tie slowly wrapped his hands like a snake.

“Babe?”

“I’ve been honing my skills too,” you explained and got off him right at the same moment his body slid quickly on the sheets until meeting the bed board with a soft thud.

He groaned once, trying to move his arms but they didn’t budge, tightly secured above his head.

You giggled and straddled his thighs again, palming his nude stomach in the meantime.

“Hmm, what should I do with you now?” you wondered.

Doyoung bit his lower lip and whispered a spell. Your bra slid down your arms and you pouted.

“Poor baby. With your wrists tied like that you can’t do mental spells? This is all you can do now?” you discarded the item of clothing to the side. "Hmm, not even horny Slytherins can perform magic with tied arms, can they?”

He let his head fall down on the pillow, the annoyed smile adorning his pretty face making you weak in the knees.

“I don’t need magic to get you begging,” he retorted, his dark gaze adding to the discourse.

“Alright,” you gave it to him with a shrug. “But what are you going to do when I do this-” you slid your fingers between your legs, “and you can only watch?” you finished right when your fingertips touched your wet clit.

You inhaled at the sensation and Doyoung swore silently, his arms tugging at the restraints. The moans escaping your lips were little and soft as you went gently on yourself and you didn’t need any Slytherin connection to know what the view of you half-naked on top of Doyoung did to him.

“Take your skirt off too,” he murmured, eyes trained on your hand hidden by the fabric.

“Mmm, I don’t think you’re in a position to give orders now,” you replied but did as he suggested, slowly unzipping the skirt on your hip. Then you moved to the side and slid it off your legs. When you tried to get your panties off too, you huffed feeling them move on your thighs by themselves.

“You’re going to lose all of your strength with your little tricks,” you turned your head to face him.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To have me all weak for you to play with me?”

The dying lights in his room were flickering on his skin and with his black strands of hair on the white pillows and his open shirt, he looked like some sort of powerful count.

No, he didn’t look weak to you at all.

“Okay, stop playing along now,” you returned on his thighs and sat on his hard cock.

He bit his lower lip at the sensation and lifted his hip a few times to make you bounce on it.

“I am not,” he turned his head to the side, teasingly, like a little bird.

“You’re enjoying yourself right now," you whispered.

Doyoung took in the sight of you slowly grinding on his pants and breathed out. “Damn right I am. You wanted me to suffer?”

“Yes.”

Your fingers softly pressed on his chest as you moved on top of him, his dress pants luscious on your skin.

"I'm going to cum all over you then leave you like this. What do you think?"

"Oh, so this is all about revenge."

You didn't reply and closed your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation. Doyoung's abs kept twitching under your fingertips as you tried to reach your high and edging him at the same time.

You really wondered how long he would last without begging and just imagining his pretty lips forming those pleas just added to the overwhelming sensation inside of you.

"There's no risk of you destroying this room again and it's also an opportunity for you to learn a lesson," you tried to sound coherent but his dark smirk made you stutter.

"Yeah," his voice was husky and you gulped. "You look so pretty like this, desperately riding my cock." His eyes danced on your bouncing breasts and for a moment you realized that you were not winning at all.

You were losing so badly that you didn't have enough strength to keep his hands tied anymore. You fell onto his chest, so close to climax that your head got full of static. Dizzy and whimpering, mouth open on his, breathing his air and rolling your hips, you cried out, legs shaking and muscles twitching, loving the way defeat tasted like.

__________

Doyoung was sitting in front of you during the Debate class both of your houses shared. It has been weeks since you didn’t actually debate with him and the hours went on very boringly.

“Since you’ve both been, you know,” Haechan did an obscene gesture with his hands so you lightly slapped them down from the professor’s eyes, “the class lost its spark. Not gonna lie.”

You smiled a bit and resumed your previous position, chin on the palm of your hand and eyes on Doyoung’s shoulders.

“He’s saying smart things lately. Nothing to add to it.”

“He was saying smart things before as well. You were just blinded by hatred. And now you’re blinded by love.”

You sighed, watching the way the warm rays of sun danced on your boyfriend’s skin.

Then you straightened your back.

Haechan blinked at your sudden reaction and waited for you to say something.

“I have an idea on how to make the class funny again.” Your eyes twinkled with malice and Haechan made a face.

“Hmm. Sounds like a bad idea.”

You ignored him and bit your lower lip, eyes piercing Doyoung’s back, not moving even when Haechan waved his hand in front of your face.

“Are you trying to bewitch him or something?”

“Or something,” you murmured.

And to Haechan’s surprise Doyoung actually jolted in his seat. It went unnoticed to others but it was obvious to whom stared.

And you were staring.

“What did you do?” Haechan inquiried, eyes darting from you to him and back to you.

You hummed amused and waited a few more moments.

Doyoung leaned back in his seat and exhaled.

“What’s going on?” Haechan whispered again.

“I’m thinking of him eating me out.”

“What??” Your friend asked too loudly, making a few people turn around.

Doyoung also turned and his gaze could have made you get up and run away if you weren’t in class.

Careful, it was saying but unfortunately it just added to the sensation in both of your bodies, making him close his eyes for a second.

Then you gasped as well.

Haechan got the gist of it and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Yall nasty.”

_________

"Where do you think you're going?"

Doyoung pressed his palm on the wall behind you, caging you with his arms soon after.

"Hey, boo," you smiled nonchalantly.

He narrowed his eyes at you, the hand near your face moving to trace your cheekbone then jaw. It stopped on your lower lip, his thumb dragging it a bit, slowly touching your skin.

"So you want war," he murmured. “Refusing me, then fucking yourself on me. Now, thinking who knows what dirty things in class just to get me all worked up. What’s up with the rules you made?”

Your throat twitched as you gulped, his palm now hovering over the softness of it.

The little whine that came out of your lips made Doyoung smirk, but then he straightened his back and took a few steps back.

Touch me touch me touch me touch me

"Let there be war," he loosened up his tie and turned around, the sound of his shoes clicking on the shiny corridor pavement poignant as your heartbeat.

__________

It was late and the night was darker than usual.

You came back from your last exam of the semester and you were fuming. Dizzy and unable to concentrate on the paper, you could only think of Doyoung’s long and slender fingers slowly pumping inside of you.

Fuck.

You could almost see his annoying smirk, somewhere on campus, getting himself horny just to get you horny too. And when you thought he’d let you rest for the day while untying the knot of your robe, ready to slip under the covers, you felt a weird sensation vibrating through your body.

Looking down, you noticed your pyjama move as if an invisible wind haunted your room. It gently nudged you towards the door and you tried to resist for a second. Then the sudden burst of heat inside your core made you inhale sharply.

“Fuck,” you mumbled and grabbed your robe, trying to wear it again to not show the entire campus your thin nightgown.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you whispered to no one, feeling your feet being dragged on the pavement. Like a Russian ballet dancer, you slid across the corridors and hoped no one would see you as you secretly exited the Ravenclaw chambers.

“Just--a moment!” you whispered again, hands grabbing the side of the door to see if the outside corridor was empty.

The pull stopped for a second but then it got impatient and you rolled your eyes, letting it move you around the university like a ghost.

When you noticed the open Slytherin doors you sighed, the sensation inside your guts growing at an alarming speed, almost as quickly as the pull Doyoung applied to your body.

And when you entered his room, the lecturing you wanted to give your horny boyfriend died in your throat.

“Woah, Doyoung,” you looked around.

The young man was resting on the bed, one hand to support his head. “Hi, baby.”

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, the moss under your feet caressing your skin as the dark, angry sky, illuminated by lightning, danced on your figure. “But are you perhaps mad?”

At the same moment, a loud thunder made you close your eyes and Doyoung pulled you on the bed. You yelped as you landed on it and he wrapped your body with his arms.

“I just want you on top of me, let's test this fucking room to its fullest capacity,” he whispered. His voice was low and it made your hairs rise.

“Are you sure you’re not mad?” you tried to ask but he shut you up with his mouth in a deep kiss. You whined and placed your hands on the pillow around his head, tugging lightly at his hair spread on it. Doyoung gathered your silky nightgown on your thighs until reaching the hot skin underneath it and when he slapped your ass you bit his lower lip.

"Of course I'm mad. I'm so mad at you that I might use that cute idea of the safe word of yours."

“You’re mad? I should be mad! I barely got the exam right while you were probably rubbing one out!”

He hummed, pleased. “So we’re both mad. What should we do with all of this energy?”

You wanted to roll your eyes but he spoke again. “Oh. I think I have an idea.”

“You could have called. I was floating through the campus almost naked.” Doyoung looked down at the way your nipples poked through your thin nightgown and in a second you were on your side, Doyoung’s hair tickling your neck as his lips kissed your chest. He places warm and soft kissed all over it until reaching the hard nubs. You whined silently and wrapped his head with your arms, fingers slowly gripping his firm shoulders. He was about to slide his hand on your stomach too, dancing on your inner thigh when you opened your eyes and gasped loudly.

He chuckled.

"Look up," he whispered.

At the same moment, new lights burst in the room and the walls disappeared.

You were on a hill, tall grass gently waved as you stood on your feet. Above you, the moon looked huge and the stars flickered like a symphony. The horizon was infinite and you felt grounded yet as if about to fall.

"What is this?" you giggled.

Doyoung reached behind his back and you noticed that he was sitting on a white blanket in the middle of the field instead of the bed. A few light brown rabbits hopped around and he gave them a cracker.

"A date," he replied.

You laughed again and got closer, slowly descending on your knees in front of him.

"A date,” you repeated. “I might even kiss you."

"Bet you will do even more after a glass of this," he finally retrieved the bottle of wine he was looking for.

"Oh?" you tried to read the label.

He looked at it too. "Haechan said a dear friend of his made it."

"Haechan has a friend that makes wine?"

Doyoung thought about it for a moment. "Yeah. He said she has a winery."

"That's so cool. I'd love to have a winery too,” you rested your head on the knees, wrapping them with your arms and watching your boyfriend pour it in two tall chalices. "In my next life."

"Cheers to that."

"You will have a boring desk job,” you sipped on your wine slowly after he handed you the glass.

"I can just be hot in my next life and bother you."

"You're already doing it in this life-,”

Doyoung ventured on top of you in a deathly hug and your glasses were thrown on the side.

“I remind you that we’re mad at each other and I still need to do something with that energy,” he chuckled in the crook of your neck. You wanted to reply but his hands reached your sides in a deathly tickling session.

The echoes of your laughter slowly descended the valley as the moonlight kept you company.

#doyoung #doyoung smut #nct-writers #neosmutcollective #nct #nct smut #doyoung hogwarts au #nct hogwarts au #slytherin doyoung

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fandomlit · 3 years

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make you mine (luka couffaine x reader)

summary luka goes out with his sister and her friends to an open mic night at a new restaurant. his curiosity is peaked when alya mentions that a new girl, who is supposedly american and gorgeous, will be playing with her band.

gif cred belongs to @ouiladybug

“luka!”

the boy looked to see that his younger sister was standing in his doorway, rose by her side. “need something?” he asked.

“we’re going out with a bunch of friends to an open mic night at the new restaurant in town,” juleka explained. “a bunch of amateur bands are playing; i thought you might wanna go.”

he considered. “yeah. that sounds cool.” rose cheered as luka placed his guitar down and followed them out of his room.

it was a warm summer night in paris. the street lights created a dim cast upon the sunset, and a cool breeze swept through the air to cut through the usual humidity found in the city. as they approached the new restaurant, they marveled at the sight of the outdoor dining space; it was fluorescent with fairy lights against polished wood, small tables scattered before a small stage that already had a band performing a slow ballad. nino waved them over to their table when he spotted their small group.

they all greeted luka kindly as he approached. “it’s good to see you all again,” he chuckled.

“hey, luka!” alya greeted. luka took the seat next to the girl.

“hey there, alya,” he spoke casually, taking the menu she offered him. “where’s marinette?”

alya hummed. “about twenty feet away.” he looked over to see that marinette sat at table alone with adrien, blushing while the blonde boy seemed less than bothered. “we told them there weren’t enough seats for us all.”

“smart move,” luka laughed, holding out a fist. alya bumped it with a grin.

��when is y/n’s band playing?” rose asked the table.

“oh!” nino presented a small flyer from his pocket. “we’ve still got this one and the one after. but no worries! we have plenty of appetizers to pass the time.” they all laughed.

“who’s y/n?” luka asked alya.

“you haven’t met her yet?” alya inquired with a knowing smirk. luka shook his head. “she just moved here from america a little bit ago.. i think you’ll like her. she sings, she’s super friendly.. also, like, drop dead gorgeous..” luka raised his eyebrows as the waiter approached for drink orders.

when the next band stepped up, luka stood, “im gonna head to the bathroom real quick.”

“you better hurry!” alya called as he began to walk away. “y/n’s on next.” she shot him a wink before he disappeared inside of the resturaunt.

as expected on an opening night, the place was crowded. there was line waiting for him when he approached the bathroom. sighing, he pulled out his phone and prayed he made it back in time for the mysterious new girl’s band.

when he finally escaped the crowded men’s room, he barely heard a muffled voice announce, “and next to the stage, parisian state of mind!” he heard familiar voices erupt into cheers and quickened his pace as music began to play.

it took him a minute to weave through the crowds of people, waiters, and tables, and he prayed he hadn’t missed too much of the performance. he managed to step back outside and into view of the stage as the chorus broke, “put your hand in mine..”

his breath was knocked out of his chest. in the center of the stage, strumming at a gorgeous electric guitar, was a girl who exceeded his very definition of beauty. she was grinning at the crowd with pride and confidence, her h/c hair falling around her every which way and perfectly so. her skin gleamed under the dim lights of the atmosphere, and no woman had ever looked more perfect to him than she did as she sang, “you know that i won’t stop until i make you mine, until i make you mine!”

he stood there for the rest of that song; watching how your body shifted with the chord progression and how you sang lyrics perfectly and honestly into the microphone. your e/c eyes absolutely gleamed in the night, and he didn’t dare tear his eyes away from a second.

when that song ended and everyone burst into cheers and applause, luka finally made his way back to his seat.

“thanks, everyone,” you laughed into the microphone. “as said before, we’re parisian state of mind, and we may be amateurs, but we can still hope to give you a good time. this next song is gonna be just as energetic as the last, so get ready.” small cheers rose up before you spoke, “this is not another song about love by hollywood ending.” your drummer counted off, and you began, “let it out..”

“so?” alya asked once luka had sat. “impressive, right?”

he nodded, turning to alya with a smile. “she’s pretty good.”

alya nudged his shoulder with her own as she teased, “come on, i saw you ogling at her from the side.. you think she’s cute.”

“and talented,” he admitted. “her voice is..”

“angelic?” alya offered.

“stunning?” rose swooned.

“show stopping?” kim offered.

luka let out a laugh at all the eyes on him. “yeah. all of those.”

they turned back to your performance. “i hate your touch, i hate your mouth, i can’t take every single word that falls out!” you belted easily. “but you’re all that i’ve been dreaming of. this is not another song about love!”

luka watched as adrien grabbed marinette by the hand and lead her to small dance floor amongst the tables. they joined the small crowd already there. he watched as marinette stared anxiously at the blonde boy who had dragged her out, but then he spoke something and she seemed to lighten up. luka smiled at the scene.

“im glad that doesn’t bother you anymore,” alya commented, nudging luka with her elbow again.

the boy shrugged. “we all deserve to be with people who wanna be with us. im over it.”

“amen, brother,” nino spoke, taking alya’s hand. “let’s go help them out; their moves are lacking.”

“let’s go,” alya laughed.

luka looked back to you as you bounced around the stage with your guitar. your eyes swept the crowd, and his heart stopped the moment they met with his. “i need your touch. i have no doubt, i want your love until it all runs out..” you sent him a wink before the beat dropped again and you were once again lost in the music. “’cause you’re all that i’ve been dreaming of! is this just another song about love? i need your voice, i need your lips. i need you bad, i wanna steal your kiss!”

luka grinned uncontrollably to himself as you finished the song. the small crowd went wild again as you waved out to them. “thanks, guys, you’re amazing! we’re parisian state of mind!” you handed your guitar off and hopped down from the stage, headed to the table where your friends were returning.

“y/n, that was amazing!” rose gushed.

“seriously, your voice is killer,” kim grinned. your friends voiced their agreements as you giggled.

“thanks, guys,” you grinned. “im just glad you all could come!”

“we wouldn’t miss it for the world,” alya smiled. your eyes gazed over luka again, and you took the empty seat across from him with a grin. “y/n, this is luka. he’s juleka’s older brother.”

“ohh,” you hummed. “i totally see it.”

he smiled. “you were amazing up there. your voice is wonderful.”

“thank you,” you spoke quietly, taking a moment to gaze into his electrifying eyes.

breaking the sweet tension, alya spoke, “you know, y/n, luka plays guitar, too.”

you tilted your head curiously, placing your chin in your palm as you leaned closer to the older boy. “oh, really? how’d you learn?”

“i grew up with it,” he shrugged. “music’s always been something i’ve been surrounded by, so i know a few instruments.”

“that’s cool,” you grinned. “a jack of most trades?”

he smiled. “some could say.”

the rest of that night was spent talking and flirting back and forth, sharing musical stories and enlightening each other about america and france. and at the end of that night, as luka walked home with juleka, he found himself humming a familiar melody.

“you know that i won’t stop until i make you mine..”

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug x reader #miraculous ladybug fanfic #luka couffaine #luka #luka x reader #luke couffaine x reader #luka fanfic #luka couffaine fanfic

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑺/𝑶 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑫𝒐𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 (𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅)

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging or promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is simply a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warning: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

✿𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔

"Baby? What are you doing?"

Hongjoong smirked as he watched you perch yourself on top of his work desk. You purposefully bent down so he could get a glimpse of your cleavage and a peek at the lace red bra that was part of the set he had bought you on your anniversary, his all time favorite. He sucked in a breath and licked his lips. He tried cupping your chin to kiss you, but you swatted his hand away.

"Nuh uh Kim Hongjoong. This time....I'm in charge." You grinned mischievously at him.

Hongjoong merely chuckled with an amused tone as you brushed your lips against his, your teeth biting on his lower lip.

"Don't play with fire baby. You'll get burned." He warned you.

But you ignored him, instead opting for kissing down his neck, leaving hickeys all over it. Hongjoong let you have your fun for a few minutes before slamming you down on his desk, hands pushing your skirt up, revealing your soaking red panties. Hongjoong snapped one of the garter belts' straps against your thigh and you let out a pathetic whimper at the sting.

"Now darling....let me remind you who's really in charge."

✿𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎

You lifted your face up from the pillow, a tired groan coming out from your lips. Trying to lift yourself up on your arms, you fell back on the bed, body still shaking from the intensity of your little session with Seonghwa. You heard the devil himself get off the bed and start dressing himself. Turning your head, you saw him give you a cocky smile.

"What? Don't give me that look doll. You brought this upon yourself." He chuckled as he zipped up his pants.

You pouted as you rolled yourself onto your back, hissing at the sting in between your thighs. But at least now you made a mental note not to try to dom your boyfriend, unless you wanted him to make you cum 7 times in less than an hour.

Seonghwa did feel some pity for you though.

"Come on love, don't pout. You know I'll take care of you."

Seonghwa kissed your head before going inside the bathroom to start running you a warm bath to help soothe your aching body. You made grabby hands when he finally came out, making him roll his eyes at you when he picked you up.

"Ok come on you little brat. Let's get you cleaned up."

✿𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho watched you sink yourself down on his huge cock, suppressing a moan that was threatening to come out. He agreed to let you top him for once, amused and curious to see exactly what you would pull out. He was fairly impressed but he also knew you were absolutely no top material. So he just watched you slide in and out of his cock, enjoying the visual of watching your breasts bounce in front of him.

"Y-Yunho?" He heard your voice cry out.

"Yes baby?" His hands rested themselves on the side of your hips, a smug grin on his face, knowing exactly what was happening.

"I.....I..." You bit your lip as your movement slowed down, beginning to feel tired already.

Yunho cooed at you in a mocking tone.

"Giving up so soon honey? What a shame."

You gasped when Yunho sat up, his hand grabbing the back of your head as he began pounding into you from underneath, making you writhe and shake uncontrollably as you neared your high so soon. Yunho's raspy voice had you whimpering as he whispered in your ear.

"Don't get it wrong baby. I'm still the boss."

✿𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔

Yeosang raised an eyebrow at you.

"Y/N....." He warned you.

You smirked at him.

"Whaaat?" You imitated his tone.

"Watch it." He sternly told you.

"Or what? Tell me. What are you going to do Yeosang?"

You leaned your face close to his, trying to intimidate him. Although Yeosang did back away from you, he was by no means intimidated. He just blinked at you, staying completely silent, which you erroneously mistook as him submitting to you.

"That's what I thought. The great Kang Yeosang is nothing but a little sub-"

Your words got caught in your mouth as soon as Yeosang's hand wrapped around your neck, applying pressure on the side. The corner of his lip curled slightly.

"That's more like it. Quiet, hushed little baby that knows when to keep their mouth shut."

He leaned in as his grip tightened around your neck, his lips ghosting over your lips.

"Why not put that big fat mouth of yours to work darling? I'm itching to watch you choke on my cock."

✿𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝑆𝑎𝑛

"Still thought you had a chance at topping me baby?"

San landed another hard smack on your ass as his hips sped up, your walls clenching around him.

"I-I..." You began stuttering now.

"Pathetic. Can't even form any words." He clicked his tongue.

San pulled you up against his chest, his free hand toying with your nipples.

"See? See how you're just my dumb little slut? My cock can't even let you think straight." He teased you.

When he felt you getting close, he halted his movements, making you whine at being denied your orgasm.

"San! I want to cum!" You told him.

San leaned in and whispered in your ear with an evil tone.

"Then beg for it you little slut. Beg me to fuck you until it hurts."

You whimpered but obliged nonetheless.

"Please! San! Let me cum!"

It wasn't good enough for San though.

"Beg harder for me you little whore......"

You almost came at nothing when he added:

"And it's master to you slave."

✿𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖

Mingi chuckled when you pinned his arms on the bed, making you frown.

"Mingi!" You whined, rather too cutely than what the situation called for.

"Yes baby?" He couldn't help but smile fondly at you.

"I'm trying to take charge right now and you're not being cooperative." You complained.

Mingi couldn't help but giggle.

"Honey, it's kinda hard to take you seriously when you get all whiny like that."

You huffed and released his arms.

"I'm done here."

You moved to get off him, but he held you in place.

"Hold on now princess/prince. I'm not exactly finished yet."

Licking his lips, he began sucking on your neck, leaving red spots along the side. You knew he was smirking every time you made a particularly loud noise.

When Mingi chuckled darkly, you knew you were screwed.

"Just cause I treat you like royalty, doesn't mean you always get it your way. Remember..."

He winked at you as he pinned you down on the bed, arms raised above you with just one of his hands.

"I'm still your king."

✿𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

Wooyoung had the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he looked down at the state you were in.

"Hmmm? What was that you said before? Care to repeat it?"

At this point you couldn't reply even if you wanted to, his fingers were moving so fast inside of you and your vision was becoming more and more blurry. Wooyoung noticed too.

"Oh that's right. I remember you're all bark and no bite hun."

Your back arched off the bed when he found that special place that would have you quivering in seconds. The squelching sounds coming from Wooyoung's abuse on your tight hole and your pants were the only things heard through the room, the neighbors would probably think you two were filming a porn video.

Wooyoung let out a satisfied groan when you came, his movements slowing down gradually to help you ride out your thigh. He pulled his fingers out, making sure to collect some of your cum and spread it around his fingers to show you.

"See baby? Got you cumming in less than 3 minutes."

You blushed as you recollected what you said earlier that day, regretting that you underestimated him and got too confident with yourself.

"I'm the real dom in this relationship baby."

✿𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝐽𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜

You could tell Jongho was trying so hard to contain himself from laughing at your pitiful attempt to dom him.

"I'm gonna have you be-begging for me baby boy." You cursed yourself for stuttering.

Jongho, always the sweetheart for you, simply played along.

"Oh yeah? Tell me what are you going to do to me?" He purposefully flexed his arm muscles through his white dress shirt, effectively distracting you.

You knew this was a stupid idea. Who were you kidding? You were no dom, especially not when you were dating someone like Jongho. He patiently waited for your reply, looking at you so cheerfully and cutely.

Sighing in defeat, you got off him.

"I can't do this! Jongho just fuck me against the wall or something!"

As soon as the words were out, he picked you up very easily and slammed you onto the nearest wall. Your hands gripped his arms, loving the way his they felt under the material of his shirt. You sucked in a breath when he began undoing his belt.

"I thought you'd never ask baby..."

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MAGIC SHOP | JJK (10)

Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?

Alternatively:

“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”

Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader

Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, pining, slice of life au.

Warnings: mention of drugs (OC’s mom is a drug addict) character death, alcohol, psychological manipulation, physical abuse,

Chapter’s OST: Rewrite the Stars by James Arthur and Anne-Marie

Word Count: 3.8k

Series: CHAPTER 9 | CHAPTER 11

You moved into the mansion of the Kims a few months prior to Jong-in's death, meaning you met Soojin before Jungkook met her.

Back then, it was just you and your sister. No Jungkook in sight, no Jungkook to mess up with Soojin's heart.

Most importantly, Jungkook was exclusively yours. He was your best friend when you were six, but he became Soojin's crush when you were sixteen.

"What's that?" Sixteen years old Soojin asked upon seeing you open a purple box wrapped into a fancy ribbon.

"Oh," you stopped fiddling with the box to look at Soojin. She was still wearing her gown even though the party had ended hours ago.

You and Soojin celebrated your sixteenth birthday today—wait. This wasn't right. Admittedly, you didn't get to celebrate at all. Everyone was focused on your sister. She said she wanted a big party and because her family loved her so much, they gave her what she wanted.

How could they say no to the youngest and only daughter of Kim Taemin?

They were wrong though. Soojin wasn't the only daughter of Taemin. You existed too. The Kims just didn't know you were a part of their family too.

All they knew was that you're one of the charity cases of the head of their family. The Kims thought Taemin saw potential in you that was why he sheltered you. Taemin made his family think you're going to be an asset in Castle Architectural Firm, that allowing you to live in their mansion would pay off soon.

They were wrong. You were not an asset. You were a liability.

"It's a gift..." Sixteen years old you answered Soojin, a smile bloomed on your face as you ran your thumb over the ribbon. "Jungkook gave me a gift for my birthday."

Jungkook was the one and only person who remembered to give you a present. You said it wasn't necessary, that you're already content with the fact that he didn't forget your special day.

"Special people deserve gifts, Tiger." You remembered Jungkook telling this to you while ruffling your hair and scrunching his nose. "You're a gift too! A blessing who makes me happy."

Your heart fluttered at that. Jeon Jungkook really believed you were a blessing.

"Jungkook?" Soojin folded her arms over her chest, her brows furrowed. "As in Jeon Jungkook? My escort Jungkook?"

Your sister gave you a wild look, as if she couldn't believe someone like Jungkook would give you a present.

"Yes." You answered, avoiding her gaze.

Jungkook attended Soojin's sweet sixteenth party. Today was actually the first time they saw each other. Taemin realized it's time for his daughter and son's best friend to meet, mainly because they could be partners in the future.

This was Taemin's plan all along. The only reason why it took him long to introduce them together was because of you. He was afraid Jungkook would accidentally reveal to the Kims about you being an illegitimate child.

Taemin brushed off this worry now. He knew Jungkook cared about you, he wouldn't just go around telling people about your secret. Besides, he's a grown man already. He could handle secrets.

Originally, Jungkook attended the party because he wanted to see you. He wasn't at the venue for Soojin, he was just a guest anyway. Unfortunately, Yugyeom, Soojin's escort, couldn't make it since he was sick. This forced Jungkook to act on behalf of Yugyeom—to be a proxy.

Soojin was too proud to ask her brothers to stand and sit beside her throughout the entire program. She didn't want to look like no other boys wanted to be her so-called 'date' during her birthday celebration so she accepted Jungkook.

Soojin instantly fell for him. How could she not? Jungkook was perfect. He was endearing. His presence emanated comfort. It was probably because he had this soft look in his brown eyes and lips that were always forming into a gentle smile.

It was like you were safe when you're around him, as if nothing could ever go wrong. He looked at you and brought you into another world, a world where everything was sunshine and butterflies.

"But why?" Soojin whined. She was glaring at you. "Why would Jungkok give you a present? It's my birthday! Not yours!"

Of course she didn't know it was your birthday too. Taemin told you to keep it a secret for a while. You agreed because you didn't want the Kims to hate you. You wanted them to be comfortable around you before you revealed the truth to them.

Because if they ended up hating you, where would you go? Sin-ae barely acknowledged your presence in this house. You remembered her sneering at her husband for taking an 'orphan' in their custody.

One wrong move in your part and you'd belong in the trash can. Your mother wasn't fit to look after you anymore. Even if you wanted to go with her, you couldn't. The law wouldn't allow it. She was a danger to you. She was a druggie.

"Did you steal it?" Soojin scurried towards your direction, grabbing the box and hissing when you gaped at her.

"This is mine. Look! It says happy birthday!" Soojin threw daggers at you before opening the box. She gasped upon seeing a set of Farnsworth House LEGO Architecture, prompting her to believe that the gift definitely belonged to her.

Soojin's dream was to be an architect.

"N-No, Soojin-ah. Jungkok gave that—"

"Liar!" Your sister was fuming. She held the box in her arms firmly. "It's for me! You just stole it!"

You shook your head as you tried to take back what's yours. Regrettably, Soojin was unrelenting. She pushed your chest away, causing you to tumble down.

Soojin looked taken aback. She didn't mean to harm you. It's just that you're getting on her nerves.

"Oh my! I'm sorry!" Her eyes widened. She finally let go of the gift box to help you get up, however before you could reach for her hands, the door of your room swung open, revealing your father.

"What is happening here?" His voice sounded like loud thunder, startling Soojin. Her eyes dilated more, fear consumed her immediately that she ended up sputtering lies.

"Dad! This orphan stole Jungkook's gift for me!" She didn't mean it. She didn't want to lie, but she was scared. She knew how this scene looked like. You were on the floor, she was reaching out to you. Anyone who didn't know what happened would immediately think she hurt you.

She did, although Soojin didn't want to acknowledge that.

"I—I didn't steal anything!" You raised your voice because just like Soojin, you were afraid too. You were afraid and frustrated. Your father was looking at you as if you had disappointed him. You always looked up to Taemin, the fact that he was staring at you like that pained you.

"It's my birthday too! Jungkook and I are best friends! H-He gave me a gift." You trembled as you explained.

Soojin just scoffed though.

"Why do you keep lying? It's not your birthday! You're an orphan! Your parents probably left you on a gutter." She looked at you like you were a piece of garbage. "I know you don't have an identity but please stop stealing what's mine."

You couldn't believe it. Soojin was so mean that tears uncontrollably trickled down your face.

"I'm not an orphan. I have a family—"

Your father cut you off by directing his glare to your sister.

"Soojin." He uttered sternly. "Stop being mean to her. She's your sister."

"She is not my sister!" Soojin groaned. "I don't want her lying ass to be part of our family—"

"I told you to stop it!" You didn't know why your heartbeat doubled upon hearing your father's scream.

Was it because you're happy he was finally defending you? Or was it because you felt bad for your sister? He didn't have to shout at her face like that.

Soojin thought the same way too. Taemin never once raised his voice at her.

"I hate you! You don't love me anymore!" Soojin shoved her father's chest and then she stormed out of the room to go to her mother.

Everything happened as fast as Soojin's tears cascaded down her cheeks. She was annoyed and hurt and betrayed. She told Sin-ae the same lies she said to her father: that you stole Jungkook's gift for her and instead of being reprimanded, Taemin sided with you.

Sin-ae was raging upon knowing this. She was screaming bloody murder. She didn't understand why Taemin sided with an orphan like you instead of Soojin, his biological daughter.

"Because she's my daughter too! My flesh and blood!"

Chaos.

The Kims were in chaos when Taemin finally admitted the truth. He did it because he was getting tired of Sin-ae's loud voice, he also couldn't listen to Soojin's whine anymore. He was triggered by the way his two sons looked at him too—as if he was a scum.

It was a heartbreaking day for the Kims, but it was the time when you felt like you could finally breathe.

You missed calling Taemin 'father,' for months, he trained you to call him 'Sir.' Now that his family knew the truth, everything could go back to normal.

Except it didn't happen.

The Kims were colder to you. Sin-ae's actions were mostly uncalled for. She hated you to death. You were aware Seokjin and Namjoon felt the same way as well.

But Soojin....she wasn't like the rest of them.

"So you're really my sister, huh?" Soojin raised a brow at you two weeks after she found out the truth. She ignored you for days so you were surprised now that she was speaking to you again.

"Y-Yeah." You looked away, bracing yourself with the nasty things you thought she'd say.

Soojin simply smiled though.

"Great! I always wanted a sister! I'm happy I have you!" And then she embraced you.

It was an odd feeling, but it didn't mean you hated it. You were actually grateful for Soojin. She always reminded you that you two were siblings.

"I'm your sister, that means you're gonna do anything for me, right?"

You nodded. You always did. Anything for lovely Soojin.

"Help me get close to Jungkook! He's so nice! I wanna be friends with him too!"

It was fine. Everything was fine. Everything was going well. You were happy. Very, very happy.

You had Soojin. She loved you. She treated you like a family even though your father, your own father, was cold to you.

You believed he'd be able to show you how much he loved you the moment the truth was revealed. Sadly, you're wrong.

Taemin became distant. He barely looked at you. He didn't even defend you when Sin-ae did something terrible.

It was just Soojin who helped you. She sometimes defended you from her mother.

"Mother! Don't shout at her! She just wants to have fun. Midterm week is really stressful." You remembered the time your sister stopped her mother from slapping you.

You were seventeen that time. Soojin wanted to go to a club and party hard because midterm week, just like what she had said, was super stressful. Soojin forced you to go with her. She got drunk but you couldn't. Who would take care of her if you chose to drink too?

You had to drag Soojin home and help her sober up. Unfortunately, Sin-ae found out about what happened. Soojin told her mother it was your idea to go clubbing.

You didn't have the heart to go against your sister. She's your only ally. Besides, she saved you from her mother. She cared about you.

"Do not defend her, Kim Soojin! She's an abomination. She's gonna drag you down with her!" Regrettably, Sin-ae couldn't be stopped. She still ended up beating the shit out of you.

Soojin cried upon seeing you covered with bruises and blood. She kept apologizing but you simply brushed her off.

"Did you at least have fun?" You asked her.

Soojin only cried harder. You were always there for her. She appreciated that, she really did. But it wasn't enough to come clean to Sin-ae. She didn't want to look like a brat in front of her mother.

Sin-ae was the only one who loved Soojin with all of her heart. Your sister suspected that your father knew about the bad things she had been doing and that she's just putting the blame on you. She wasn't sure why Taemin was acting blind though.

Why hadn't he said anything? Why was he allowing her to continue to hurt you?

Soojin would probably never know the answer. This was why she didn't want to get on her mother's bad side. If ever Taemin decided he couldn't tolerate her anymore, then Soojin could at least seek the help of her mother.

But it was hard for Soojin. She felt bad when every time she blamed you for her wrongdoings, she saw how Taemin discreetly shook his head as if he's telling her he's disappointed with her.

You noticed it too. You were certain your father was ignoring the fact that you were hurt just so he could save Soojin's face.

At the age of nineteen, you finally confronted Taemin about this. You honestly didn't care that your sister was putting all the blame in you. You could handle it. What you hated was when your father pretended like you didn't exist, like he wasn't bothered Sin-ae was hurting you.

It was unfair. He hated your mother for physically abusing you before. Why couldn't he stop his wife from doing the same thing?

Was it because he loved Sin-ae?

It didn't matter. His reason didn't matter. You were done. You had to tell him what you feel.

So you did.

"Tell me, father..." You glowered as you harshly wiped the blood on the side of your mouth.

Sin-ae slapped you again. She hurt you because you accidentally broke her favorite teacup.

"Why are you always so hard on me?" You made sure to give him the most somber look you could muster, thinking it would cause him to feel something.

Love maybe? Or guilt?

You realized Taemin wasn't guilty the moment he responded to your question.

"Because I want you to be strong."

Such a cruel thing to say.

"This isn't how you make someone strong, father. You're not helping me—" You smiled although it didn't reach your eyes."—You're breaking me."

"Hey, are you still there?" You snapped out of your trance when you heard Jimin spoke.

He was on the other line, video calling you.

"Yeah. Sorry." You bit your bottom lip, smiling sheepishly at your roommate. It was the middle of the night in New York yet he still chose to call you—to be with you during this hard time. The least thing you could do was pay attention to him. "What were you saying again?"

Jimin sighed, not because he had to repeat his statement, but because he was worried about you. You always listened to him despite being tired. This was the first time you seemed so...out of it.

You could not focus on anything else. All that was on your mind was your father.

Your father who just died.

He died four days after you went back to Seoul.

"Tae said he couldn't make it. He's..." Jimin swallowed hard. He wasn't sure what words to use to describe your brother's current state. "He's devastated. He locked himself in your room after I told him what happened. Yoongi-hyung tried to talk to him but he doesn't want to see anyone right now."

You were positive Taehyung regretted his decision to stay in New York. You knew you should be comforting him right now, telling him that it's okay, that he couldn't possibly know that your father was going to die.

But you couldn't say any of those things. You'd be lying if you said you didn't resent him.

You did.

If Taehyung was here, you'd at least have the chance to talk to your father. Sin-ae wouldn't succeed in pushing you away if you just came with Taehyung.

It was unfair. Taehyung couldn't see your father because he was thousands of miles away from home. But you?

You were here. You were a few feet away from your father, yet you didn't get the chance to see him.

You were willing to see Taemin. Taehyung wasn't. He was given a chance. You weren't.

The world was unfair.

You had every right to hate your father after everything he had put you through; however, you couldn't. Not really. You loved him more than you hated him.

He was your father. He was mean to you for more than ten years, but he was also kind to you when you were younger. He wasn't always by your side, but you still felt how much he loved you.

"But don't worry, okay? He'll come around. Yoongi-hyung and I aren't going to give up on him." Jimin assured you.

"Thanks, Jimin-ah." The smile you rendered was sweet, you even batted your eyelashes at him, making him blush.

It wasn't your intention to flirt with Jimin or to string him along. But you were drunk. As fuck.

It seemed like this was the only thing you're good at. Sin-ae didn't let you see her husband, not before he died and not even after he died.

You weren't allowed to step foot in the mansion too. Your brothers, as much as they wanted to side with you, stopped themselves. Their mother was their priority. Sin-ae acted as if she's going to faint whenever you were around.

Seokjin and Namjoon didn't have a choice but to tell you to go. Soojin, on the other hand, didn't have a say in the matter. Literally. She was too injured to even speak.

And Jungkook...

Ah. Jeon Jungkook.

Damn Jeon Jungkook who couldn't leave you alone.

The first time you saw him after two years, he looked at you indifferently, like everything had changed. But when it's just the two of you, it was like the past nineteen months didn't happen.

He was back in your life. He was acting like a damn lost puppy, always following you.

Even now actually.

You were currently in a bar. You knew it's too early to be here, the sun was still shining brightly. You didn't care though. You had nothing better to do anyway.

You were sick staring at the cracked ceiling of your motor lodge room. Yeah, that's right. You were so broke you couldn't even afford to rent a decent hotel room.

Jungkook offered to let you stay in his apartment though. You were just too stubborn to agree.

You were tired of his face too. He's everywhere. He was on your mind, in your heart, and in the bar too. Admittedly, you could feel his piercing glare.

Jungkook was seated on a table near the window while you settled on a bar stool on the bar counter.

You realized Jungkook listened to your threat. You specifically told him just this morning that you didn't want him near you. He should at least be four meters away in order to be allowed in the same place as you.

You didn't need him to baby you, to try and fix you. You were sad because your father died, he's worried, you got it, but he was getting out of his way for you.

Jungkook rented the unit next to your room. When you confronted him about it, he only snorted.

"Why? I like this room. I happened to like my neighbor too. What are you gonna do about it?" He was challenging you.

Jungkook always got what he wanted, one way or another. He wanted to be with you. He tried inviting you to his home but you declined, the only way he could think of was to move next to your place.

In his defense, he was worried. The motel building didn't look safe. What if someone came to harm you?

Besides, he wanted to be there for you. He missed almost two years of your life. You got away because he didn't fight harder.

The moment Jungkook saw you again, he swore he wouldn't make the same mistake.

He would fight anyone—anything to have you, to restore your relationship.

"You're drunk." Jimin laughed when you lost your balance, almost falling from the chair.

You had been talking to Jimin for two hours now. He was doing a good job distracting you from the pain of losing someone. You appreciated it. You really did.

You were glad he could laugh with you. Being sad when someone's sad was overrated. They were just adding to the negative feeling that’s already existing. You were happy Jimin wasn't acting as if you were suddenly made of glass.

He always respected your feelings instead of trying to fix you.

"No, I'm not." You giggled, squinting your eyes and biting your lip. "I still see one Jimin. Your pretty face is clear to me, baby. I can see your angel eyes, your plump lips—" You hiccupped.

Jimin laughed again.

"If you're calling me baby, then you're really drunk."

"What if I want to call yo—" You weren't able to finish what you were saying when the line had been cut off.

Someone else was calling you.

You didn't usually answer unknown callers, but you were drunk and not thinking clearly.

"Who is this—"

"Stop calling that boy."

You didn't have to ask who the caller was. You already knew him. His voice wasn't always cold. As a matter of fact, this was the first time he gave you this kind of tone.

Jungkook was always warm and soft. A fire, you would say.

This time, however, he was cold and firm. An ice, you would say.

"Why?" You enquired when you overcame the feeling of being surprised.

Your breath hitched though when you heard him growl from the other line.

"You're seriously asking me that?" He cackled as goosebumps appeared on your skin.

You inhaled sharply, turning your head to look at him. You were curious. You wanted to see if Jungkook was really the person you're talking to right now.

But it was a mistake.

Looking at Jungkook was a mistake.

Jungkook was looking at you through hooded eyes. His phone was pressed against his ear, his right hand was tightly holding a glass of bourbon. Neat.

You shivered, especially when he said these words:

"Because I'm damn jealous."

A/N: i tried to finish this as soon as possible so i can watch attack on titan already. ahhhh!!!! i was recently introduced to anime (i’m so late i know) but please pleaseeee i beg you to recommend me your favorite anime! i don’t ‘really’ have preference, as long as it’s not PURE romance. 💜

#jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #ficswithluv #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #armywriterssupport #jungkook best friend #jungkook best friends to lovers #best friend jungkook

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