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dearly-somber · 7 months

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Naked | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. slow burn, eventual romance, fluff, pining, f2l (friends-to-lovers), eventual smut, humor, angst, drama

-> w/c. 1729

-> rating. 13+

-> a/n. Thank you all so much for the love for this couple, y’all have motivated me a lot and I can’t put into words how much I appreciate it <33

-> warnings. suggestive; a lil’ ✨angsty✨

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Jun. 30th, 2022 @ 18:25

-> fin. Mon., Jul. 30th, 2022 @ 23:27

-> edited. Thurs., Oct. 9th, 2023 @ 12:33

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

Finding out that your best friend turns into a glorified dog isn’t something you had on your bingo card this year.

You were staying over at Jungkook’s house to finish a History project worth 25% of your final grade, but you ended up falling asleep halfway through. (Oops!)

When you woke up, it wasn’t to the annoyingly smug expression of one incredibly chuffed Jeon Jungkook, but to the silky smooth fur and wet-nosed touch of a fully grown wolf.

You screamed like a shower victim in an 80s horror movie and fell off the bed with a painful thud, the wolf peeking over the edge of the bed with a strangely concerned yip. You screamed again and pushed yourself to your feet, booking it downstairs two at a time (a maneuver that would’ve cost you your life any other day) before slamming into Jisoo halfway through the living room. You held onto her arms with wide, frightened eyes.

You were on the verge of tears, panicking to Jisoo about how “there’s a fucking wolf in Jungkook’s bedroom and oh god I think it ate him oh my god,” when Jungkook barreled down the stairs while pulling a crinkled black tee over his stomach.

Jisoo glared at the maknae, looking pointedly at you (Lisa had taken hold of your shoulders and tried helping you through breathing exercises) and then back at him, her hands on her hips. “What happened?”

Jungkook looked between the two of you, a particularly pained look crossing his face at your glossy eyes and heaving shoulders. “I’m— I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he mumbles.

“You couldn’t just fall asleep normally?” Jisoo snapped exasperatedly, ignoring your confused back-and-forth looks.

“He wouldn’t stop whining and making a fuss and I didn’t think she’d wake up so soon!” Jungkook yelled desperately, looking nearly as upset as you felt.

“Wait, wait, wait. You guys are—where’s the wolf?” you asked incredulously, wiping furiously at your eyes as you strode forward to stand next to Jisoo.

“He’s—he’s not out anymore… And he wouldn’t dream of hurting you,” Jungkook said, stepping toward you with his arms open. You took a panicked step back, confused and scared and so, so lost.

“Are you telling me… Are you a werewolf?”

“Shifter,” Yoongi corrected from where he was lounging on the couch (you hadn’t noticed him in your panic). “Why do you humans always assume we’re werewolves?”

“You shapeshift into a wolf. That makes you a werewolf,” you sassed, quickly backing away at his intense, annoyed glare.

Jisoo sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something under her breath before turning an accusatory glare on Jungkook. “Take your friend upstairs and explain to her what’s going on. I’ll talk to Namjoon.”

Jungkook nodded obediently, a solemn look on his face as he reached for your wrist so he could tug you upstairs, wincing back when you flinched away from his touch.

He clenched and unclenched his fingers before dropping his hand to his side, beckoning you to follow him. “C’mon. We should talk.”

You sit with Jungkook on his bed, waiting for him to look up from his lap so he can finally explain to you what the fuck is going on.

You bite the inside of your cheek, eyes drifting to his hands. He’s picking at his nails, refusing to meet your eyes. As confused and shocked as you are, you can’t let him get in his head. His crestfallen face does dirty-dirty things to your heart, banging it up for making him look so sad.

You take a deep breath and reach to hold his hands in yours. Jungkook meets your eyes, his lip wobbling at the soft, patient look in your eyes. You squeeze his hand encouragingly, smiling at the way his eyes light up hopefully at your acceptance.

He inhales shakily and closes his eyes. “Me and my family are shifters. We have full control over when we shift, and we share a close connection with our wolves. Our souls are connected to help with the transitions between wolf and human, a thoughtful gift from our ancestors.

“I moved to Seoul when I was fifteen to try and find my own pack, and I met Jiminie hyung on the train ride over from Busan. We met Yoongi hyung at the bus stop outside of the train station and he offered to help us find the hostel we booked. Somewhere along the journey he must’ve taken a liking to us, because we were moving into the pack house the next day.”

Jungkook laughed fondly at the recollection, the tenseness in his shoulders gone as he spoke to you normally. “We’ve been training ever since to get better at controlling when we shift. Among…other things.” He blushes.

“I didn’t mean to scare you today,” he whispers.

You bite the inside of your cheek. A shifter. That was his explanation for…everything. The affection, the borderline-obsession with your scent, why he’s staying with a bunch of strangers instead of his parents.

Surprisingly, believing him isn’t the hardest part about the new information. “You guys… aren’t dangerous?”

“No,” Jungkook denies firmly, his thumb running over the back of your hand.

“Is that why you’re so touchy? Because of the…wolfier part of you?”

Jungkook scrunches his nose at your choice of words, but smiles softly. “Yeah. Physical closeness is normal and integral to shifter relationships,” he explains. “We have this thing called scenting, which is basically a more…concentrated way of showing affection. It’s also a way to kind of…claim you, I guess. To show you’re part of the pack.”

“But isn’t scenting a thing only mated wolves do?” you ask, frowning at the implications that would have on your relationship.

Jungkook shakes his head. “No, scenting can be romantic or plutonic. It’s dependent on where you scent,” he explains. “Couples usually do what we call ‘marking’, but I’ve heard about people who mark platonically.”

“Marking…as in?” You shift curiously. Shifter culture and biology is going to be something you ask a lot about, you think.

Jungkook blushes, avoiding your eyes as he clears his throat. Finally, he says, “Biting.”

“Biti—Jungkook,” you say, “you bit me a few days ago—“

He must hear the accusation in your voice because he frantically shakes his head. “No, no, no! That was play, I swear. Marking is much more… intimate.” Jungkook’s ears turn pink at the suspicious look you give him.

There’s a long beat of silence where you just kind of…stare at each other.

Jungkook can’t read you. He can’t help the tremble in his voice and the wobbling of his lower lip, looking at your intertwined hands. “You think it’s scary and unnatural, don’t you?”

“Jungkook…”

He smiles sadly. “It’s okay, I get it. We don’t have to be friends any—“

“Yah,” you furrow your brows with a squeeze of his hands, making him look at you. “I still wanna be your friend, Koo. This actually… explains a lot. It’s just a lot to take in,” you confess.

He still looks unsure of himself. And because you can’t stand seeing him sad, you shift toward him and bring your arms around his torso in a hug. He sniffles, burying his nose into your shoulder as his hands drift to the center of your back, clutching the fabric between his fingers.

It’s peaceful in his arms. Quiet. The only sound in the room is that of your combined breathing. Maybe he can even hear your heartbeat? You bite the inside of your cheek, patting his back gently. You wonder how it all works? They must shift pretty quickly, considering Jungkook had been downstairs only a minute or two after you. And he was pulling a shirt on when he was coming down the stairs…

“I don’t mean to be insensitive,” you pull away to look at him properly, “but what happens to your clothes when you transform? Do you like… do you get” —you gesture around vaguely, whispering— “naked before it starts?”

Jungkook snorts, his eyes glossy and cheeks pink. But, hey! At least he’s smiling!

He grins boyishly and shakes his head. “Way to ruin the moment,” he teases. “But uh, yeah. Our clothes rip when we shift, so we try to undress beforehand.”

“You’ve seen each other naked?“ you ask incredulously, eyes wide. Jungkook blushes pink at your reaction, nodding while sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “Even… the girls?”

He whines, hiding his face in his hands. You gape at his pink ears, malfunctioning for a second. Jungkook’s seen boobs and ass. And probably more than that, too. You rub at your neck to distract yourself from the blush you feel crawling up your throat.

“It’s normal!” Jungkook defends himself, still blushing furiously as he waves his hands around wildly, pouting. “You’re making it weird…”

“I” —you gape at him— “what? You’re the one who’s seen your friends’ jun-mfh—“ you laugh into Jungkook’s hand as he smacks it over your mouth, yelling at you to shut up before they hear!

You laugh breathlessly and tell him that you’ll be quiet, reassuring him three, four, five times before he finally lets you go.

He sits back on his knees with his feet folded underneath him. “Let’s forget this conversation ever happened,” Jungkook says, shivering exaggeratedly to make his point.

You giggle and shake your head as your smile slips. You stare at him until he meets your eyes, and smile softly when he does. “Thank you for telling me.”

He nods, smiling down at his hands. The two of you stay like that for what feels like hours, basking in each others’ presence and getting familiar with this newly shared secret.

“Can I…” Jungkook nibbles his lip, hope shining behind his eyes. “Can I scent you?”

You snort, pushing his face away with a lighthearted smile. “Never in a million years, Jeon.”

“Bunny,” he whines childishly, righting himself into a sitting position after almost toppling off the edge of his bed before clasping his hands in front of him. “Please? I promise it’ll feel good!”

“Stop!”

“Yah, you’re the one making it sound weird!”

“Fine! I guess I’ll go tell your hyungs and noonas about how dirty their precious maknae i—“

“DON’T YOU DARE!”

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clawmarks · 10 months

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The Watchful Doe - Jean Baptiste Oudry - c.1729 - via Christie’s

#old masters #naturalia #deer #ungulates

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publicdomainreview · 8 months

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Read the letters of the writer and musician Ignatius Sancho (c.1729–1780), the first known Black Briton to vote in a British election, and the first person of African descent known to be given an obituary in the British press: https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/letters-of-the-late-ignatius-sancho-an-african-1784 #BlackHistoryMonth

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art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament · 9 months

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SET SEVEN - ROUND ONE - MATCH SIX

"Death Blowing Bubbles" (c.1729-1731 - Johann Georg Leinberger) / "The Kitchen Table Series" (1990 - Carrie Mae Weems)

DEATH BLOWING BUBBLES: i am so mad that if i want to rub my hands all over this piece, i have to go to germany. i just KNOW that this carving feels amazing running your hands along it. i love this piece though, the shovel propped up at its feet makes me think this is death after a day's work just sitting down and unwinding, same as anyone else. maybe it's sitting up on a rooftop, letting the bubbles drift up to the sky and watching them float above the city. i like that idea of death.

THE KITCHEN TABLE SERIES: [no additional commentary] (@gaysheep)

("Death Blowing Bubbles" refers to plaster work found in the Holy Grave Chapel, Michaelsberg Abbey, located in Bamberg, Germany. The chapel was decorated by Johann Georg Leinberger from 1729 to 1731.

"The Kitchen Table series" is a series of 20 photographs by Carrie Mae Weems, meant to depict a play which highlights Weem's many roles in her life. Each image is 50.8 × 50.8 cm (20 × 20 in.). )

#art that fucks you up tournament #polls #atfyu polls #id in alt text

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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Welcome Back

Summary: You’re a nature photographer, well known for traveling to different planets to get the pictures you need. During a two week downtime, you decide to reach out to the love of your life, Wolffe.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 1729

Warnings: Smut, fingering, dom/sub dynamics

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Here's the Easter Smut. It's not the greatest because my husband is in a voice call in the same room, and I have a hard time typing while people are talking. *Sigh* Such is life, I suppose.

You nervously twist your comm between your fingers, your gaze darting from the blank screen, to the bustling concourse around you, and then back to the comm screen.

Wolffe should be here soon.

You hope.

You haven’t seen him in months. Not since the fall of the Republic, and his subsequent defection from the Empire.

You know he’s safe, he has managed to keep you up to date on his health. You also know that he, and many of his brothers have decided to become Bounty Hunters.

Even now, you’re not sure that it’s a wise decision, surely the Empire won’t allow so many Mandalorians to just wander freely, but it’s Wolffe’s life, and he finally has a choice, so you just worry and fret silently.

You tap your comm against the table, anxiety growing the longer Wolffe isn’t here.

What if something happened? What if he got hurt?

You start when your comm chimes. But when you twist to look at the screen, it’s just a message from your boss telling you that the photos you took of the Rancor family on Hutta were probably going to win you awards, and you sigh.

That’s not who you wanted to contact you.

Still, it is a good notification so you’re quick to send a reply.

You glance up when someone knocks on your table, and a smile spreads across your face at the familiar armor standing over you, “Wolffe-”

“I’m late,” His voice is altered thanks to the vocoder in his helmet, but you’re still able to pick out the apology in his voice, “Sorry, mesh’la.”

You’re already shaking your head, “It’s okay. I’m just glad that you came. I was worried that you wouldn’t.”

“As if I’d ever not come when you called.” Wolffe replies.

You scramble to your feet, though you’re careful about touching him. Wolffe isn’t a huge fan of PDA, claiming that such things put you at risk. And while you’re not so sure you agree, you love him enough to not push him on it.

Even with you standing, Wolffe still makes you feel small. He’s not a small man by any means, but his armor seems to only make him bigger. Your Wolffe is all muscle under that armor, and your favorite part of these meetings, rare as they are, is unwrapping him from his armor.

“I have an apartmenr here,” You say brightly, “Will you join me?”

You can’t see his eyes through the darkened visor of his helmet, but you can imagine his gaze darkening as he drags his eyes down your body, undressing you with his eyes. “As if you have to ask.”

You lead him through the concourse, telling him about the various planets you’ve been to since the last time you saw him in person, and telling him about the different photos you’ve taken.

He listens intently and asks questions when he’s curious about something. You really do love him so much, you’re sure he doesn’t really care about your career, but he pretends that he does.

You lead him into your apartment, and it is yours, for all that you spend most of your time traveling, and you move to the side to let him look around.

“I’m surprised you decided to buy an apartment on a space station, rather than a planet.” Wolffe notes, his voice no longer altered as he pulls his helmet off and sets it on the shelf next to the front door, his armor quickly joining his helmet on the shelf.

It’s not why you bought it, not really.

Well, it’s not the only reason you bought it.

“Well, with as much time as I travel, it’s just more cost effective.” You explain as you pull off your boots and set them on the shoe rack, “I don’t need a lot of space, and most of the stations money comes from the guild and the businesses based here, rather than people like me, so-”

Wolffe hums thoughtfully as you trail off. “How have you been?” He asks, as he turns his gaze away from the apartment and onto you, “We haven’t seen each other in months.”

“Well, I was running around in Hutt Space.” You tease with a small smile, “But, I’ve been good. Missed you, though.”

His gaze softens, “I’d bring you with me, if I could.”

“I know,” You stand and walk over to him, sliding into his welcoming arms, “How have you been? You’re always so secretive about what you’re doing.”

“Tired.” Wolffe admits, “We’re trying to free our brothers from the Empire, but Mandalore doesn’t want us-”

You reach up and cup his cheek, “You’ll find somewhere. I know it.”

“I know. General Koon is reaching out to some places for us, but being a Jedi is dangerous these days-” He leans into your touch, “At this point, we’re thinking we’re going to have to settle on Tatooine.”

“Well, if you do, then I’ll be there.”

Wolffe pulls your hands to his lips, and he lightly kisses your knuckles, “Nothing would make me happier.”

You smile up at him, your smile growing as his lips trail from your knuckles, to the palm of your hands, to your wrists. For all that you don’t get to spend much time with your Wolffe, he’s never made you feel neglected.

Slowly, he releases your hands and leans in to catch your lips with his own. He kisses slowly, but with a growing intensity, until his tongue slips past your unresisting lips to map out the inside of your mouth.

Wolffe walks backwards into your apartment, easily navigating the living room, and bringing you into your bedroom. And only then does he start slowly tugging your clothes off and dropping them to the floor.

It’s only once you're totally bare, that he pulls away to drag his gaze down your body.

The marks he left on your skin at your last meeting have long since faded, but you know you’ll be properly marked as his before the end of the night.

His hand ghosts down your side and you instinctively lean into his touch, “Maker, I missed you.” Wolffe murmurs, before he leans in to kiss you one more time.

And then he pulls away and sits on the bed, you take a half step towards him, intent to settle yourself on his lap, but he stops you with a look. “Are you just going to leave your clothes on the floor, pretty girl?” he asks.

You peer at him, slightly put out, but crouch to pick up your clothing and you set them in the clothes bin, before you walk back over to him. Though you stop before climbing onto his lap.

“Good girl,” He praises, his voice low as he palms his cock through the material of his blacks. His gaze lingers on your breasts for a moment, before dragging down to your pussy, “So obedient.”

“I’m always good for you,” You remind him as you eye the outline of his cock, “Wolffe, can I-?”

He arches a single brow, “Wolffe, is it?”

Your face flushes, “Sorry, Commander.”

“Much better, cyar’ika.” He motions for you to come closer, and stops you when you’re standing in front of him, “Spread your legs, cyare.”

Obediently, you do as he asks, and a quiet whimper slips from you as his fingers slide between your folds. You’re already wet, wet enough that his fingers are easily able to slip inside you.

He finger fucks you for a few moments, clearly enjoying the way you’re moaning for him, and then he pulls his fingers away, pulling a petulant whine from you, and sucks them clean.

Wolffe smirks at you, “What was that noise, cyar’ika? Are you being greedy?”

You inch closer to him, “It’s been so long,”

His hand curls around your hip, “I know.”

“I missed you.”

“I know, cyare.”

“Commander, please-”

Wolffe chuckles, “Normally, I’d punish you for being so greedy, cyar’ika.” He teases, “But it has been months.”

He stands suddenly, startling you, and tugs his clothes off. He’s much more careless with his clothes than he allows you to be with yours. It’d bother you, if you weren’t distracted with the fact that he’s now naked in front of you.

You press your hands against his chest, and slowly drag your hands down his body. Your fingers tracing muscles and scars in equal measure. And Wolffe lets you wrap your hand around his cock and start slowly stroking him.

A heavy sigh falls from his lips as his head tilts back and he thrusts into your hand. Though he only allows you to touch him for a few moments.

“As much as I’d love to paint you, cyar’ika,” Wolffe murmurs as he gently bats your hands away, “That’ll come later. On the bed, on your hands and knees.”

“Yes Commander,”

There’s a glimmer of affection on his face as he watches you immediately move onto the bed and take the position that he instructed. “Such a good girl.” He praises as he presses his hand between your shoulder blades and pushes your head down towards the bed, “There we go, cyar’ika. Present yourself for me.”

You whine and press your burning face into your pillow, “D’you have to say it like that?”

He laughs softly, “Yes.” Wolffe’s finger finds your clit with ease and he adds pressure to it as he moves his finger in rapid circles, pulling and your hips jerk towards him.

“C-Commander,” You whimper.

“You’re so sensitive, cyar’ika,” Wolffe praises, “Have you not been touching yourself?”

You shake your head, “You said not to.” You say through your moans.

“And you listened this time?” Wolffe teases, as he increases the pressure on your clit and moves his finger even faster, as he leans in and bites down on your shoulder, leaving the first of many marks on your body, “Cum. Now.”

You’ve never been able to deny Wolffe, so when he gave his order you comply, almost immediately. Falling apart with a whimper and a whine and by burying your face in your pillow.

You feel his lips curl up into a smile, “One.” He kisses the mark on your shoulder, “How many orgasms can I give you before you’re begging and in tears, cyar’ika.” He bites down on your other shoulder, “I can’t wait to find out.”

#star wars #tcw #star wars au #commander wolffe x reader #wolffe x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #18+ fic #clone thirsting #nsft

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arthistoryanimalia · 6 months

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#WatercolorWednesday:

Sarah Stone (British, c. 1760-1844)

Blue and Yellow Macaw, c.1789

Watercolor heightened with opaque watercolor & glazes, with black ink border on paper

on display at “Making Her Mark: A History of #WomenArtists in Europe, 1400-1800” exhibition at Baltimore Museum of Art

“The brilliant blue and gold plumage of this large South American parrot made it especially appealing to European naturalists and explorers, who amassed large specimen collections, some of which became museums. Within this context, Sarah Stone built a career as a painter of birds and animals.

As a teenager, Stone was hired by the collector Ashton Lever (1729-1788) to visually document the holdings of his Leverian Museum (now dispersed) in England, which included Indigenous artifacts and animals acquired by British expeditions to the Americas, East Asia, and Australia. Stone's illustrations for the Leverian established her reputation and launched her career as an illustrator and exhibitor at the Royal Academy of London and Society of Artists.”

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ginandoldlace · 1 month

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Christ Church Spitalfields. c. 1910. Christ Church Spitalfields is an Anglican church built between 1714 and 1729 to a design by Nicholas Hawksmoor. The parish was for an area then dominated by Huguenots (French Protestants and other ‘dissenters’ who owed no allegiance to the Church of England and thus to the King) as a show of Anglican authority.

The architectural composition of Christ Church demonstrates Hawksmoor’s usual abruptness: the very plain rectangular box of the nave is surmounted at its western end by a broad tower of three stages topped by a steeple more Gothic than classical.

One curious story concerns one of the church’s curates, Samuel Henshall, who made lives easier by inventing the modern corkscrew in the 18th century. Henshall liked using his own invention, perhaps a little too much, as he died leaving a debt of £400 to his wine merchant.

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saintedseb · 6 months

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The martyrdom of Saint Sebastian (c.1729) - Anne-Claude de Caylus (French, 1692-1765) after Daniel Saiter

#saint sebastian #art history #18th century #print #anne-claude de caylus #french art #religious art

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fashionsfromhistory · 2 years

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Dress (Left) & Robe Volante (Right)

c.1750 & 1700-1735

Italy & France

Late in the reign of Louis XIV, loose-flowing gowns with pleats gathered at the back neckband were worn as undress wear by daring ladies who liked the ease and comfort of this garment. The famous actress Madame Dancourt popularized these gowns by wearing one in Terence’s Andria, after which such gowns were often called andriennes. As the style developed the gathers were formalized by being drawn into one or more flat pleats, and a dome-shaped hoop or pannier was worn to extend the material around the wearer. When a lady moved, air was trapped under the hoops and she appeared to be floating; thus the name robe volante. This type of dress is often erroneously called a "Watteau sack," despite the fact that Antoine Watteau had little to do with the creation or dissemination of the fashion. According to the Mercure de France, by 1729 robes volantes were "universellement en règne, on ne voit presque plus d’autres habits" (universally in vogue, one hardly ever sees any other kind of dress).

The MET (Accession Number: 26.56.47a–g) (Accession Number: C.I.50.40.9)

#dress #fashion history #historical fashion #1700s #1750s #robe volante #18th century #green #silk #floral #flower print #france #italy #ancien regime #the met

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nupaintings · 1 year

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#Salmacias and Hermaphroditus #Jean François de Troy #c. 1729 #French Rococo

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dearly-somber · 3 months

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All Alone | k.yh | day6

-> pairing. badboy!younghyun x unpopular kid!reader (f)

-> genre. high school!au, angst, unrequited love, pining, happy ending

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1729

-> warnings. none

-> a/n. This was honestly kind of all over the place but it’s near to my heart

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Oct. 18th, 2020 @ 00:41

-> edited. Thurs., Oct. 25th, 2022, 21:40

You sat with your headphones covering your ears, listening to music and scrolling through Instagram.

You massaged your temple while glaring at the girls hovering around Yoon Dowoon, one of the most popular guys in your class. You continued glaring at them, noticing how Younghyun, one of the other popular ('bad boy') guys in not only your class but your entire school, glared at those same girls.

Before you could get up to confront the Dowoon Fanclub, Younghyun beat you to it:

"Would you people shut up?" One of the girls raised her hand as if she were going to hit him. He shook his head in disbelief, scoffing as Dowoon pushed up from the chair and left the class, his Fanclub not far behind. You sighed, Sungjin and Wonpil who were sitting in front of you turning around in their chairs to look at you.

"What's up with you?" Wonpil asked you, propping his chin on his forearm. You look him over before you took off your headphones.

"What's it to you?" Sungjin laughed, Wonpil elbowing him playfully. You couldn't help but smile at them. They were kinda cute, what could you say?

When the two guys went quiet and you saw Sungjin staring at Eunhi, Jaehyung's childhood best friend. It clicked immediately.

He liked her.

The thought alone made your heart ache painfully. And don't get it wrong, it wasn't because you liked Sungjin. It was just because you knew what he was going through. Biting the inside of your cheek your gaze found its way to Younghyun. Younghyun, who was on his phone and had such a nice side profile and— you shook your head. Get out of your head.

"Is there something on my face?"

Your eyes widened as you heard the familiar voice of Kang Younghyun. You had to swallow nervously, feeling everyone's eyes trained on your face. You were known as the quiet-but-not-to-be-messed-with kid in the class. Most people steered clear of you since you were pretty intimidating with hard stares and looks of dislike. The only people anyone knew you talked to regularly was Wonpil and Sungjin, and on occasion class-clown Jaehyung.

"You just gonna ignore me, then?"

Younghyun turned his phone face-down on his desk. You kept quiet, still staring at him like a kid with their hand stuck in a cookie jar. From out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eunhi get up from her chair. She stood up in front of you, obscuring your figure from Younghyun's fox-like eyes.

"Cut it out, Younghyun." She warned him. You tried to say something but your voice just refused to work. You hated this situation. You knew that Eunhi liked Younghyun. And from what you had noticed recently, Younghyun liked her back. This was why your and Sungjin's situation was so relatable. You both could sympathize for each other.

"Isn't it obvious?" Your head snapped to the side, gaze landing on Dowoon.

"What is?" Younghyun asked him, standing up.

"Don't you dare, Yoon Dowoon." You warned, suddenly having regained your voice. Dowoon smirked, taking a daring step forward. He made eye contact with Younghyun, hands in his pocket.

"She—" before he even had a chance to utter the words, you tackled him down, your hand covering his mouth as you straddled him. You had a hand around his throat, having put it there subconsciously.

"Wow, Y/N. Shouldn't you get a room before showing off your bedroom antics?" Kim Seokjin, the pretty boy of the school said with a smirk. Going red in the face, you sprung up. Dowoon looked shocked, a pink hue tinting his ears as he stared at you open mouthed. You hadn't even realized how Younghyun was staring at you, Wonpil and Sungjin completely speechless.

"Do me next!" Jeon Jungkook called, snickering with his group of friends. Grabbing a book from Sungjin's table you chucked it at Jungkook and his friends. Jungkook ducked, looking at you wide eyed. You turned to Dowoon, pointing at him threateningly.

"Keep your mouth shut or I’ll tell your mom you’re sleeping around."

The class hollered at your comment, Dowoon going pink in the face.

You grabbed your things, rushing out of the room. You bit down on your lip, pushing past Younghyun gently and jogging out. If it wasn't already obvious, that was sure to sell you out. Sungjin glared at Dowoon, pushing past Eunhi and Younghyun to go after you. Younghyun looked over everyone in utter confusion. "What the hell just happened?" He asked as Eunhi turned to look after Sungjin. Did he suddenly like Y/N? Hadn't he confessed to her on the day when she helped Younghyun get away from his dick of a boss? Biting her lip, Eunhi went to sit back next to Jaehyung.

———

You were sitting in the park with Sungjin. It was just past 7pm, and the night breeze was soothing.

"He makes my heart ache..." You sniffled, leaning against his shoulder. Sungjin bit his lower lip. Once again, they were in the same situation.

"I'm so sick and tired of loving him when I know he doesn't love me back..." You cried. Sungjin felt so hopeless. He slowly shifted so that your face was pressed into his shoulder, his shirt slowly getting wet with tears.

Still crying into his shirt, you choked out what you were feeling, not at all aware of Younghyun who was hiding behind a tree in his work clothes:

"I'm alone..." You wailed, clutching at Sungjin's shirt as if it were your lifeline. Younghyun turned to look at you and his heart broke. Slowly. It broke agonizingly slow. "Only the cold night air is by my side." You continued, pressing yourself into Sungjin.

"You have me, Y/N. You have me..." Sungjin soothed, patting your back gently. You cried, your breathing ragged as you held onto Sungjin. Younghyun left soon after that, heading into the convenience store where he was working. When he got there he layed on the counter, phone in hand as he tried his best not to think about you and how you were crying now, and all because of him. He was so dense. How hadn't he realized how Y/N, one of the coldest people he had ever met was so much gentler towards him?—

"Younghyun!" He snapped out of his reverie, looking up to make eye contact with Eunhi.

"Eunhi, hey!" He said with a smile, though he was sure it didn't reach his eyes.

"When do you finish? I saw the park near here is empty. It would be great for some stargazing!"

"Wait, it's empty? Sungjin and Y/N weren't there?" Eunhi looked nervous as she nodded.

"Yeah. I went to say 'hi' but Y/N suddenly got up and left. And she took Sungjin with her before I could even say 'hello'. She looked upset..." Eunhi muttered, trailing off as she realized that Younghyun wasn't listening anymore.

"I don't think I can go tonight. Some other time, maybe?" He asked, distracted with whatever he was thinking about.

"Uh, yeah.. Sure."

When Younghyun left that night, he finally realized something... He screwed up big time.

———

You entered the classroom that morning, hand in hand with Sungjin and a tired smile on your face. When you sat down the class hollered, Wonpil looking at the two of you with a smile.

"What'd I miss?" He asked. You shook your head, letting go of Sungjin's hand reluctantly.

"I think I've finally gotten over him." You said quietly. Sungjin smiled at you and you smiled back. Deep down you knew you weren't over him. Sungjin knew that too. But you two could work through the pain together. You yelped as you were dragged out of the room by your wrist. You turned around to confront them but your voice died in your throat at the sight of Younghyun so up close and personal. Your heart was beating in the back of your throat. His hands were soft against your skin and—

"I need to talk to you." He said, his voice sending shivers down your spine. As he continued pulling you along, he was stopped when Sungjin grabbed his arm tightly.

"What do you think you're doing?" He said.

The tension was thick enough to suffocate you. Younghyun glared at Sungjin, quite a bit taller than him. He stepped closer. "Get your hands off of me." He snarled. You gently took Sungjin's hand from Younghyun's arm, looking at him.

"He's—" You cleared your throat, willing your voice to go higher than a whisper.

"We're just going to talk." You assured him gently. Younghyun felt the jealously welling in his chest with how gentle you were with Sungjin. Sungjin let him go slowly, glaring at him warningly. Younghyun stared at him as he took you away.

Standing outside, you leaned against the wall and watched him nervously. You swallowed the lump in your throat as he stared you down, hands in his pockets.

"Is there something on my face?" You quoted him, a nervous smile on your face as he chuckled.

"Cute..." He muttered. Jaw dropping, you looked at him in complete shock.

"Did you just...?"

"Uh. Listen, Y/N. I uh.. saw you, last night. With Sungjin."

You went silent immediately. That means he...

"You saw me break down didn't you..." You looked down. He pitied you. You're never meeting him like this again.

"Pity. I have to go." You said, voice breaking near the end. Before you could though, Younghyun put his hands on either side of you, efficienctly confining you. Your heart was beating so quickly you were sure that you would faint soon.

"It's not that, Y/N. I just... I realized that instead of trying to avoid my feelings for you and leading Eunhi on—"

"You.. You what?" You asked completely blanking out.

"I like you, Y/N. I just couldn't find the confidence to tell you—" before he could finish you cupped his cheeks, effectively shutting him up.

With no afterthought, you brought him closer, standing on your toes and bringing your lips together. Younghyun was shocked for a moment, but his hand quickly moved to your waist, pulling you closer. After a moment or two more you pulled back and hugged him.

"Thank you for loving me back..." You whispered. Younghyun smiled, hugging you back tightly.

"Always."

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