#can’t do my homework or clean my room but my face is so soft
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dude this last depressive episode has been so boring that I’ve started washing my face with something other than surgical cleanser
#can’t do my homework or clean my room but my face is so soft#I’ll take what I can get tbh#once I clean my room and my period finally comes and I don’t hate myself because it’s cold out it’s so over for you bitches#anyway#cassieisms
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blue light
there’s a blue light in my best friend’s room, there’s a blue light in his eyes
2006 alex turner x reader
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“what does this even mean?” you frowned down at your math homework, erasing your pencil marks aggressively. it was too confusing. just when you thought you knew what was happening the rules of the equation would change, causing the crease in between your brows to become more prominent. you swore you’d been aging much more rapidly ever since college algebra.
“take a break, it’s not due till’ next week.” alex muttered from the floor, his nose buried in some book plucked from the neat stack he had by his bed.
you shrugged, scrunching your nose and sliding the paper in your bag before slumping back down on his bed. alex sat down next to you, closing his book and examining the seam as he leant against the wall. “you okay?” his voice was soft, the sky was getting dark and so was his room. you were so tired.
“i dunno, just, stressed.” you crossed your arms, fixating on the wall opposite of you. shadows danced across the shelfs and tables, headlights illuminating the room as a car, accompanied by a low hum, passed through the street outside. spring breeze drifted into the room from the open window, smelling like rain and trees. you closed your eyes briefly, finding serenity in the moment.
your eyes fluttered open at the feel of alex’s fingertips soft against your arm. you turned to look at the boy. “you sure you’re alright?” he looked so soft, you wished you could capture him like this forever. his hair was short and rather unruly from all the times his fidgety hands ran through the strands. his eyes were soft, the blue light in his room reflecting back into his gaze, making you feel equivalent to a puddle.
you sat up, now sitting so you were criss crossed on the bed, facing him. you sighed. “school is just stressing me out. i don’t feel smart enough with all these kids in my classes with their whole lives planned out, meanwhile i can’t even do math.” you fiddled with your fingers nervously, chewing on your lip as you tried not to let stress get the best of you.
“i think you’re the smartest girl i know,” alex blurted, eyes immediately darting away from yours, his smile faint and shy.
you raised your eyebrows, smiling softly, your cheeks a bit flushed. “you’ve got to be kidding. i’ve got like 3 C’s and 2 D’s at the moment.”
he shook his head, lifting his gaze back up to you. “no seriously, i hear you talk about art, music, the things you love. grades don’t make up your intelligence, you’re so smart and i bet you’re a hell of a lot cooler than those people in your classes.”
the blue light in his eyes shimmered and glistened back at you. you smiled. “really?” you whispered. alex shrugged with a quick nod, smiling shyly. a calm silence filled the air between you, the open window wind blowing your hair slightly.
your gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips, quickly redirecting back up. your heart hammered in your chest. you quickly looked at the wall behind him. “can i tell you something?” he spoke softly. you nodded.
“you’re so pretty.”
your breath hitched in your throat. all these years of knowing him he was always the quiet, nervous type. he avoided eye contact when he spoke, his tone sometimes unsure and soft. but not now, no. he looked directly into your eyes, blue light twinkling. he was so sure of his words that he even smiled a bit when he said it.
it was scary how much it reminded you of when you met him, when your bike gear broke off in front of his house. you’d smashed against the concrete, knee scraped and bleeding. you were only 15 at the time, choking back tears when he’d scrambled outside, asking if you were alright. thankfully he hadn’t seen the fall, just you holding your bloody knee, sitting on the concrete with tears in your eyes.
his parents hadn’t been home. he’d let you in, helping you clean your knee, getting you water. you’d seen a strokes cd sitting on his counter, pointing it out. this had morphed into a lengthy conversation discussing music, films, and books. turns out you two had a lot in common, you found yourself opening up to him a lot easier than other kids your age. talking to him didn’t feel awkward or torturous, it was quite the opposite. “i think you’re the coolest girl i’ve ever met,” he’d said to you, so sure, so confident. he even smiled, his small grin identical to the one he flashed at you now.
his gaze remained set on yours even in the brief silence after. you smiled, your heart pounding. a storm rolled through alex’s gaze, his dark eyes misty and soft. you could hear your frequent pants, your loud heartbeat in the silence. you didn’t even realize how quickly the space between was being filled, how you could now feel his warm breath on your cheek, how his fingertips danced on your waist, thumbs tracing slow, calculated circles on the skin where your shirt rode up.
your mind raced, but it was dreamlike, like when you try to run but your limbs just won’t move right, or gravity has become sticky and languid, pushing you in place and leaving you with only your frantic pulse. the blue light, that little glimmer of reflection in his dark eyes transfixed you, pulling you in like a deep cerulean ocean, the thrum of your heart diving down into the murky depths, engulfed by the waves.
a loud boom of thunder rolled up from the ground, followed by a soft patter of rain, gradually getting louder as the sweet, humid rendolence drifted in through the window, filling the room with a chill. you sat up quickly, startled as you turned around, mumbling a nervous, “better close the window.”
you weren’t even thinking too much, letting your instincts get the best of you. quickly, alex grasped at your waist, gently turning you to face him. his hand cradled your cheek, eyes burning into yours with a roaring intensity and fervor that made you weak. the deepest, sweetest thoughts broke in from your subconscious, realizations and quiet whispers filling your soft heart.
your mind raced but all you saw was scraped knees, a stack of cd’s dedicated to ‘the coolest girl i know,’ shared candy on the front porch, secret song lyrics that weren’t supposed to be done yet, fidgety hands that held yours, shared headphones on a long train ride, a blue light in his room, a blue light in his eyes.
before your heartbeat could even begin to slow, before you could even form words or questions or sentences, his lips were pressed against yours.
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heyo! prince anon here. could u do a bakugo x a reader with adhd if ur up for that.
thanks if u can!
◇prince anon◇
Tags: bakugou x gn! adhd reader, fluff
hi prince :D Note for you at the bottom of the page :D
I can honestly imagine bakugou being your backbone when you get together. Like, no joke, he’d be the one to get your ass out of your bed in the morning and have minimum weekly cleaning out sessions of your room because he can’t stand the mess.
He’d love how expressive you are when you talk animately about something you like, and when you realise you’re rambling and try to stop, he’d just give you a soft, heart-melting smile and say “Go ahead. I know you’re not done yet.”
Would also promptly murder anyone who said you weren’t good for him, because they don’t see how much you struggle on that on your own.
Bakugou was just like a fire. Attention-catching and so bright, but get too close and you might be set ablaze. Anyone would be questioning if they deserved someone like him doting on you the best his emotionally-constipated ass could in his signature explosive way.
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𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞
“I can’t wait for it!” You tell him excitedly. “Hero galas are always interesting, and the last time, there were so many top heroes there! I wonder if there are going to be heroes from different countries flying in. It’s not that big of an event, but I’m glad that they allowed us hero-course students to come—”
Bakugou smiles fondly when you spiral back into your rambling, packing up his own books as you recall the past year.
“Don’t forget your English homework, Y/n.” He rolls his eyes, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Just ‘cause this is going on, doesn’t mean you’re getting out of essay writing.”
“Do I have to?” You groan, filing with your tie as you glance irritably at the clock. “I don’t wanna—”
“Start slacking and I’ll break up with you.” He threatens, grabbing your hand.
He’s come a long way now, thanks to you. He was never fond of PDA, but you kept doing it like he was incapable of hurting you and after some time, he became brave enough to initiate it.
You don’t flinch at his words, face simply pulling into a pout. “You wouldn’t dare.”
You’re right. Bakugou wouldn’t dare. Bakugou rolls his eyes and drags you to the dorms.
“Shut up and pretend like I would. Now c’mon. You need to settle your important shit first. I wanna hear you talk about that damn gala without getting interrupted by Aizawa yelling at us for not finishing schoolwork.”
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If you want me to do more scenes of bakugou x adhd reader, just let me know via requests!
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Note from author:
This was requested about a month ago and believe me when I say I’m so sorry for delaying it until this long 🥲. Hope I got the vibe you were looking for and if you want more different scenes, please feel free to suggest them in my requests!
#mha#mha fanfiction#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugō#bakugo x you#bakugou x y/n#my hero academia#bakugou katuski x reader#fluff#bakugou fluff#adhd reader
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Frazzled Nerves
Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader (College AU)
Word Count: 1.5k (this one is short and sweet)
Warnings: Stressed Reader, Mentionings of anxiety attacks, forgetting to eat, massages
Summary: It’s the day before finals week and you’re stressed out about your Biology final. Your girlfriend Abby shows up at your dorm when she can’t get ahold of you and ends up helping you relax.
If there was one thing you wish someone told you about college was that it’d ruin your life. Hours upon hours of work that you finished only to be given new work. Some of your professors didn’t care that you were literally drowning in homework, and others - while sympathetic - said that the work was necessary. You had a goal in life and it required going to college, but sometimes you wanted to drop out. Your social life was strained because you weren’t the type to go out and get wasted a night before exams. And speaking of exams, you were stressed out from the amount of material you needed to study for finals. You’re sitting at your desk, barely processing what you’re reading because you were exhausted. Your biology final is the first one tomorrow morning and it is worth half of your grade. So rightfully, you were freaking out. You were so focused that you hadn’t answered any of your texts or even knew where your phone was.
A knock sounds at your door, making you sigh and put your pen down. You get up from the chair, wincing when you realize that your legs had fallen asleep, and walk to the door. You open it and feel a small rush of energy when you lock your eyes with Abby’s blue ones. She must have texted one of your dormmates to let her in.
“Hey, baby.” You smile at her, moving aside so she can step into your room.
“Is everything alright, Y/n?” Abby asks in concern, “You haven’t responded to my texts and when I called you earlier it went to voicemail.”
“Shit, I’m sorry, Abby. I’ve been studying since I woke up this morning.” You sigh and run a hand through your hair, “I don’t know where my phone is so it’s probably dead by now.”
“You’ve been studying all day?” Abby sounds even more concerned now, “Have you eaten anything?” You bite your lip and look away from her. No, you haven't eaten anything. You didn’t have the time to with how much work you had to get done. Abby sighs and you watch with furrowed brows as she walks to your laptop and starts exiting out of your tabs.
“Abby!” You gasp, “What are you doing?” You rush over to her, but she gently pushes you away from the desk. You couldn’t hide the distressed look on your face and it makes Abby’s eyes soften. She sits down in your chair, closing your notebook and pulling you onto her lap.
“Baby, you need to relax. Stressing yourself out over this exam is going to make you sick.” Abby cuddles you against her, “I’m going to get us something to eat, and when I come back you’re going to relax with me, okay?” She was speaking in her dom voice. The soft, soothing voice that makes you feel all fuzzy when she uses it.
“Okay.” You whisper, nodding your head.
“Good girl.” Abby kisses your forehead and you get off of her so she can get up, “Do you want the usual order from Minty’s or something else?”
“You’re going to Minty’s?” Your eyes widen, “But, Minty’s is all the way across campus.”
“That’s okay. I know you like their shakes, so I don’t mind having to drive there. Now, do you want the same meal or not?”
“Yes, please.” You nod, shyly crossing your arms over your stomach when it makes a noise.
“Alright, I’ll be right back. And no going back to work. You’re relaxing for the rest of the night.” Abby points at you and you sigh but nod your head. She leaves your room and since she said no more studying you decide to clean up your desk. You take a deep breath to try and ease your nerves as you do, making sure to put everything where they go. Once that was done, you went searching for your phone and put it on the charger. You couldn’t sit down, too anxious to get back to studying so you ended up pacing the room until you hear Abby knock on your door.
You let her in, taking the drink coaster from her hands and watching as she hangs your dorm keys back up, “When did you take my keys?” You question her and the smell of the food makes your stomach rumble.
“I took it on my way out.” Abby chuckles, walking over to the beanbags you have in the corner. She takes your food out of the bag and hands it to you after you put the drink coaster on the floor. You smile happily, opening the container and immediately digging into it, “Thank you, babe.”
“You’re welcome.” Abby smiles at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Now, don’t eat too fast or you’ll choke. You’re supposed to be relaxing, so I don’t want you to mention school.”
“But-” You stop when she gives you a stern look, sighing and going back to your food. While you ate, the two of you talked about the meet-up your friends are having. There was a party at the end of the semester where they smoked weed and watched comedy movies until they passed out. It would be next weekend and everyone was required to bring their own snacks so there wouldn’t be any complaining. You didn’t know if you’d make it to the end of the week with how stressed you were.
“Okay, angel.” Abby hums, pulling you onto her lap, “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“There’s just… too much work to do.” You tear up, Abby rubbing your back, “I’m stressed out about finals and my biology one is half of my grade. If I fail it, then I could end up failing the class! I can’t fail the class!”
“Ssshhh, angel. You’re not going to fail the class.” She comforts you but lets you cry. She knew that it was better to let you cry it out, so it would help you calm down. The feeling of her rubbing your back was soothing and you closed your eyes to enjoy it.
“I like when you do this.” You sigh happily. If there was one thing you love about your girlfriend is that she knew how to get you to relax. When you got stressed it tended to overwhelm you and could lead to anxiety attacks if you weren’t careful. Ever since you met Abby, she had a way of calming you down by just being with you.
“Yeah? You like my massages, too. Would you like one, angel?” You’re jumping up from her lap before she finishes her sentence. Abby laughs and you get into your pajamas while she cleans up the mess. With a little hop, you get into bed and lay down on your stomach. You watch as Abby changes into her pajamas and takes a seat next to you.
“Take a deep breath for me, baby.” Abby pets your head and you close your eyes, taking in a deep breath.
“Good girl.” Abby coos, making you blush, “I’m going to start at your neck, okay? I want you to count to a minute and then take a deep breath.”
“Okay.” You mumble as she starts to work her fingers into your neck. You loved her massages. You were shocked when she told you that she wanted to be a massage therapist at one point in her life. It was because she spent a decent amount of time volunteering at the hospital her dad worked and found physical therapy interesting. That was before she found out that she liked working with chemicals and chose to become a chemist instead.
You winced slightly when she started working on a tense spot in your shoulder, hearing her utter a soft apology. That was where you carried the most tension when you were stressed out so she was being extra attentive. You felt fuzzy as Abby praised you for being good for her and relaxing your body. All thoughts of your finals faded away and you focused on the feeling of her hands on your body. With every press of her fingers, you felt more and more sleepy but you kept counting and taking deep breaths as she told you to. You wanted to say something, but you were taking in all of the sweet words that Abby was saying to you. It went from praises to compliments and before you knew it, you were fighting to keep your eyes open.
“Baby…” The word comes out slightly slurred from how sleepy you are.
“Are you falling asleep on me, angel?” Abby chuckles lowly, kissing your shoulder.
“Nooo?” You try to deny it, but your statement comes out as a question.
“I think you are.” She hums. You feel her get off of the bed, followed by the sound of the lights being turned off. You feel the bed dip again, Abby sliding under the covers with you. You hum happily, snuggling up with her and she wraps her arms around you.
“How are you feeling?” She whispers, kissing your forehead. You were too sleepy to respond to her, choosing to snuggle closer instead before falling asleep in her arms. Completely forgetting that you had been so stressed out about your exam the next day.
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Thirty Six
Billy felt like he had slept for another three days by the time he’d awoken the next afternoon. His head was aching dully from how much he slept, his mouth dry and his stomach rumbling. He felt like he wasn’t as numb, but not in his normal state either. His mind was still foggy and body sore as he dragged himself to the kitchen and drank glass after glass of water.
His mind felt like he was in a fog. He tried to blink it away as he stared at his reflection through the mirror. He thought that he looked terrible. The bags underneath his eyes looked deep, his skin all too pale and his face sunken in. He pulled the glass of water back up to his lips, trying to drain away the negative thoughts that were forming.
“How was today?” Kim asked softly as she wrapped her slender arms around his torso. He leaned back against her, closing his eyes as she soaked in the feeling of her skin against his own. Rosemary had insisted that she picked the others up from school which made Billy wonder if she had ever trusted him at all.
“Okay,” Billy said as he wiped the rest of the water from his lips, “I slept a lot.” He said as he glanced around, wondering where everyone else had run off to. His mouth still felt dry as he filled up the cup one more time, deciding to sip it slowly.
“You’re tired,” She reassured him softly, “Do you need anything?” She asked him quickly as she pulled open the fridge. She glanced around for a moment, like she was trying to find him something to eat. He quickly shook his head, his stomach churning at the thought of trying to eat anything.
“Just wanna lay with you,” Billy muttered as he pulled her close. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of her hair soap, “I feel like an ass.” He whispered softly as he spoke his mind. He still didn’t know how he had let his emotions run so wild.
“Why?” She asked him curiously as he took her hand and guided her to his room. He’d appreciated that she had obviously cleaned his sheets for him while he’d been away. He pulled her inside quickly, not wanting to hear the rodent squeaking for any longer than he had to.
“I was a dick to you.” He said simply as he crawled back onto his bed. He was beginning to wonder if the mattress would develop an imprint from how long he’d been lying there. Kim joined him a second later, smiling sweetly as she laid next to him.
“You weren’t in the right state of mind,” She dismissed softly, “You know you did my homework, right?” She reminded him as she scooted a little closer. He lazily rubbed his fingers up and down her back, liking the way the sun danced off of her hazel eyes.
“Mhm,” He nodded as he curled his fingers underneath her shirt. He hummed softly as he felt her cool skin against his warm fingertips, “I remember that.” He said briefly, still unsure of why he had thought that would be a good idea. He wished there was a way to rid his mind from the memories, as well as everyone else who had witnessed his stupidity.
“And the tattoo,” She giggled softly, as she tilted her head. He felt his lips cracking into a soft smile as he noticed the flattered look across her features, “I can’t believe you did that.” She mumbled as she moved her fingers up to his necklace. He sighed in agreement.
“Better than the motorcycle.” He told her truthfully, having no idea when he would actually drive it around. It had been a quick purchase with no other thoughts, that had been for sure. The tattoos hadn’t been much at all, as Alma had insisted she was still learning.
“Where did you get the money for the motorcycle anyways?” She asked him curiously as she nestled her chin onto his abdomen. He pressed his hands through her hair gently, enjoying how soft and smooth it felt through his fingers.
“Doesn’t matter.” He said briefly, hoping to shut that conversation down. He didn’t want to bring up that situation either. That was perhaps the dumbest thing that he had done thus far.
“Did you take out a loan or something?” She looked at him curiously as she knitted her eyebrows together, obviously worried. He stayed silent as he closed his eyes, knowing there was no way around this conversation, “Billy?” She asked him softly.
“Dad put me in charge of his accounts when he went to jail,” Billy said slowly as he stared up at the ceiling, “I think I may have used some money from there.” He didn’t think that he did that, he knew that he did without a doubt. He had been too excited at the time to really think of the consequences.
“You what?” Kim’s voice sounded worried as the weight from her chin was suddenly off of his chest. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, still trying to reassure himself that it wasn’t that big of a deal. Surely, Neil knew that he would use that money if he was left in charge of it.
“It’s not that big of a deal.” Billy tried to remain calm as he finally found the courage to face her. He was afraid to face her, afraid that she would be disappointed with him. He was only met with fear as he watched her sit up a little straighter.
“You’re using Neil’s money and it’s not that big of a deal?” She asked him slowly, like she was trying to clarify what he meant. He huffed loudly as he felt the irritation growing inside of him. He appreciated how deeply she cared about him, but sometimes he just wanted her to stop. He didn’t mind figuring out his own problems. He’d done it for so long he almost preferred it that way.
“He doesn’t know where I’m at,” Billy defended himself quickly, “Technically, I can use the money however I want.” He told her truthfully as he sat up in the bed. She held his gaze as they settled into silence for a moment. He didn’t know what else he could add to the conversation. It was dumb, but it was already done. There was nothing else he could do now. He wasn’t going to stress over it, that was for sure.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” She said at last as she wiggled a little closer to him. She gripped his hands, squeezing them softly as if she could try to make him understand how she felt. He understood why she would be worried, but it wasn’t like Neil would be able to come here anytime soon.
“I won’t,” He responded as he kissed her nose, tired of the conversation, “How was school today?” He changed the topic as he leaned against her, his forehead brushing against hers as he breathed in her minty breath. She hummed softly, like she was debating if she should go along with him or not. He hoped that she would.
“I’m ready for Thanksgiving break,” Kim admitted softly a minute later, “There’s been a lot of tests recently.” She replied as she pulled away to play with his fingers again. She turned his palms up as she gently dragged her nails across his skin. He watched her intrigued, liking the way she was tickling him.
“Nothing you can’t handle,” He reassured her as he glanced at her again, “You put on more lipstick today?” He asked, noticing how red her lips were suddenly. She paused her movements for a second before she started again, avoiding his gaze.
“Yeah,” She replied softly, “You like red lipstick. I thought it would be nice.” She said a second later with a shrug of her shoulders. Billy knitted his eyebrows together, opening his mouth to protest before the door was slammed open.
“Steve is here to see you,” Max said loudly, her voice coming from down the hall. Billy tried to keep himself from snorting, figuring she was too scared to come inside the room, “Hurry!” She shouted a second later, her voice coming out a little more shrill.
“I’ll see you in a minute.” Kim grinned as she stood up. She lightly pressed her lips against his forehead, like she was trying to avoid smearing the lipstick against his skin. He didn’t mind if she did, but he really hoped that she knew that he didn’t have to wear it for him.
“How do you know he’s here to see me?” He asked a second later, not really feeling like he was in the social mood. He still hadn’t explained what had happened to Tommy. He figured he needed to call him at some point.
“Gina said you two were friends now.” Kim teased as she placed her hand against his doorway and glanced back towards him. He breathed in her pretty features, how radiant her smile seemed to be. He felt like something was wrong, however, as her smile didn’t quite meet her eyes. He wondered if he had done something else dumb.
“You were talking about me?” He teased her back, hoping to lighten the mood as she watched the way she playfully rolled her eyes. She sent him another wave before she floated down the hallway, leaving him to quickly scramble up some socks before he headed to the living room.
He paused for a moment, making sure to push Max as he walked by. She cursed before she swatted at his back, hitting him so hard that the sound echoed in the room. He winced, fighting the urge to cry out as she hit against his sensitive skin that he had just gotten tattooed.
He quickly slid on his shoes before he stepped outside. He was met with an angry looking Steve, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he waited in front of the car. Gina stood next to him, smiling sheepishly.
“What are you guys doing here?” He asked in confusion, wondering what else he had said to piss Steve off so badly. Gina glanced towards Steve, whose lips were still tightened together in fury before she began to speak up.
“We just wanted to talk-,”
“I want him back,” Steve said stiffly as he crossed his arms, “That’s my pet.” He replied sternly, like he wouldn’t hear anything else. Billy faltered for a moment, not expecting him to say that. He glanced back towards Gina who was suddenly staring down at her shoes, like there was something wrong with them. He shook his head, feeling like the deal had been fair.
“I can buy you another one,” Billy said in frustration, “Come on, you know Kim. She deserves a pet.” He told Steve truthfully. He couldn’t have Kim disappointed in him again, not right now. He had a lot to do to make it up to her, but he felt like the rodent had been a start. If Steve took him back, all of that would go away.
“Not my pet.” Steve said, almost challenging Billy as he stared right at him. Billy felt his mouth part, unsure of how a little rat could mean so much to someone. He scoffed as he shrugged his shoulders.
“She’s already renamed him Casper.” He said in apologies, hoping that Steve would realize how ridiculous this was. It was just a guinea pig, there were more out there. He didn’t want Kim to be disappointed again.
“Gina,” Steve turned to face her, his features wrinkled up in frustration, “I need you to go in there and get Steve JR back before I do something I regret.” He said as he pointed towards the house, looking like he was seconds away from stomping his foot. Billy wondered if this is how he used to throw his tantrums.
“I’m sorry, Billy,” Gina said softly, looking a little sheepish, “I didn’t think he was this attached either.” She said as she awkwardly shrugged her shoulders. She genuinely looked like she felt bad. Billy pinched at his temple, deciding that things would only get worse if he didn’t agree to give Steve the pig back.
“Shit,” Billy huffed in frustration before he moved aside so they could bypass him, “You’re going to have a baby soon.” He told Steve seriously, feeling like a baby would be too much to handle with a pet. Steve only shook his head, like he disagreed.
“And he or she will need a little buddy to play with.” He replied with a nod of his head, like he wouldn’t hear anymore of this conversation. Billy shook his head in annoyance before he let them through the living room.
Russell paused his game, looking over with curious eyes as they entered. Gina walked a little slower, a smile on her lips as she looked around the room. Steve was still huffing and puffing, like he was seconds away from breaking down completely.
“Whose this?” Rosemary smiled brightly as she looked at Steve and Gina, “Are you Billy’s friends?” She asked, looking a little excited at the prospect. He rubbed the back of his neck, supposing that was a better reaction than assuming they were a bunch of junkies too.
“I-,” Steve paused, taking two steps back as his stance and features completely changed. He went from storming forward in frustration to relaxed and posed, an airy grin on his lips, “Hi. Hello. I’m Steve.” He replied a second later as he quickly shot his hand out towards her. Billy watched in confusion,
“Rosemary,” Rosemary grinned as she shook his hand, then Gina’s, “You must be Gina then? Kim was telling me about you. When are you due? A baby is so exciting!” She gushed out a second later, looking overjoyed as she bounced up and down on her heels. Steve’s mouth was slack as he stared at her, a dumb expression written across his features.
Billy felt his eyes narrow as he smacked his hand against Steve’s shoulder, sure that his eyes had wandered lower than they needed to. Steve pushed his hand away, not even glancing at Billy before he spoke up again.
“Your Billy’s mom?” Steve interrupted, completely obvious to the way Gina was starting to speak. She looked at him confused before she shook her head, a knowing look crossing her features as Rosemary shook her head proudly.
“Hun,” Gina smiled as she lightly tapped on Steve’s shoulder, “Why don’t you go get the guinea pig?” She suggested with a tight smile. Billy walked around them but then stopped at the hallway, realizing that Steve was still lingering around the girls.
“Uh huh.” He nodded his head dumbly, his eyes glazed over like he hadn’t heard one thing that she’d said. Gina moved her hands to her hips, looking like her patience had been stretched thin.
“Now,” She said a little sternly as she pushed him forward, “I’m due in March actually, I’m a little nervous about it.” She spoke up, answering Rosemary’s previous question as Steve stumbled towards Billy. Steve glanced back before he walked forward.
“Dude,” Steve looked over his shoulder again as Billy jerked him forward, “Your mom is hot. Like she doesn’t even look like she’s old enough to be a mom. She’s a babe.” He gushed out at once, looking like he had little hearts doting through his eyes. Billy cringed at the thought, shaking his head quickly at Steve’s words.
“I get it,” Billy replied harshly through gritted teeth, not too keen on how many people kept pointing out how attractive she was, “It’s in here.” He mumbled as he pushed Kim’s door the rest of the way open. He sighed in relief when he realized that she wasn’t here. He hoped that she would be gone for a little bit longer, just enough for Steve to leave. He hoped it would be easier to explain things with the animal gone.
“He,” Steve corrected, nearly jumping for joy as he entered, “Hey buddy! I missed you.” He exclaimed loudly as he fell to his knees in front of the cage. He pressed his fingers against the cage and to Billy’s surprise, Casper appeared quickly and stood on his back legs to greet him.
Billy sighed as he shook his head, feeling like this whole thing had been dumb. He really didn’t think that Steve would take the guinea pig away from Kim. He wished that he had just waited to find a cat. It would’ve made the whole situation a lot easier, not so messy.
“What’s going on?” Kim appeared from behind him suddenly. She looked at them curiously, her eyes full of wonder as she watched the way Steve pressed his lips against the side of the cage. Billy fought the urge to gage as he turned to face her again.
Her lips were parted in confusion, her eyebrows raised high as she took in the scene. He felt a strong weight pressing down on his chest as he realized he’d have to give her the crushing blow. He hoped that she hadn’t grown too attached, that she’d be able to forget about it.
“Steve took back his offer to give me the guinea pig.” He replied softly, feeling like that would lessen his part of the situation. He should’ve never taken the agreement up with Gina in the first place.
“No,” Steve defended himself quickly, “I was never given a chance. Gina and him had this whole petnapping plot that I was not included on. I’d never get rid of you.” He cooed a second later as he pecked the side of the guinea pig's face repeatedly. Billy had a sudden urge to throw his boot at him.
“Oh,” Kim’s face fell as she looked forward, “I didn’t know. I’m sorry. Of course you can take Casper back.” She nodded her head quickly as she tucked her hair behind her ears, looking like she felt guilty. He sighed deeply, knowing that none of it was her fault.
“Actually, it’s Steve JR,” Steve said offhandedly, “But thank you. It’s just easier this way.” He nodded his head, leaving the guinea pig on his shoulder as he picked the cage up. He glanced between the two of them as he plastered an awkward smile onto his lips.
“Of course,” Kim smiled stiffly, “I’m sorry about all of this.” She apologized quickly as she moved out of the way. Steve only nodded, moving around Kim as to avoid Billy. Billy watched him the whole way out, hoping that the guinea pig built a nest out of Steve’s hair.
It was awkward for a moment as Billy turned to face Kim again. She smiled softly at him, giving her shoulders a soft shrug. She didn’t look disappointed or unhappy, almost like she had expected something like this to happen. It only made him feel that much worse.
“I’m sorry,” Billy sighed deeply, “I thought that he didn’t want it. I didn’t know it would be this big of a deal.” He truly was sorry about the whole thing. He didn’t blame Gina or Steve. He only blamed himself. He should’ve just gone to the pet store.
“It’s fine, Billy,” Kim smiled softly as she kissed his cheek, “It’s no big deal.” She reassured him as she brought her fingers across his cheek. She lingered against his skin, looking like she truly meant it but he couldn’t find it in himself to believe her.
“I’ll make it up to you,” He promised as he tucked her hair behind her ears, “That thing was squeaky and loud anyways.” He tried to make it sound better, but he had a feeling that she had enjoyed every bit of that animal.
“Are you hungry?” She asked him softly as she squeezed his hand, changing the topic this time, “It smelt really good.” She breathed out slowly as she kissed his knuckles. He nodded his head in agreement, deciding not to push the issue. He really would make it up to her, even if she didn’t believe it.
“You could’ve had them stay for dinner,” Rosemary said excitedly as they walked towards the kitchen, “They seem nice.” She nodded her head as she smiled brightly. She walked over and wrapped Kim up in her arms, giving her a tight squeeze like she just knew.
“I think he wanted more than your food.” Billy mumbled more to himself, but was sure of his statement from the way Steve had been staring. He was surprised that Gina had even gotten him out of the house. He paused, feeling like he should’ve had Rosemary ask to keep the guinea pig. He was sure that Steve would have agreed.
“William,” Rosemary scoffed in horror as she pushed his shoulder, “I can’t believe you’d say that.” She shook her head in disbelief, her tanned cheeks heating up in embarrassment. He bit back his own laugh as he held up his own hands innocently.
“He was staring pretty hard,” Max said with a teasing smile on her lips as she sat down at the table, “I can’t believe he’s going to be a dad.” She shook her head, looking like she was still stunned over it. Billy paused for a moment, wondering if she would spill any stories about Steve to him now that they were cool.
“Babies aren’t too bad,” Rosemary said with a shrug of her shoulders, “Well, Billy wasn’t bad. Russell was very colicky.” She said a second later as she nodded her head, looking deep in thought for a moment.
“Max was a little more fussy too,” Sam said in agreement, “She didn’t like being held or touched. Well, unless it was Kim.” He said a little softer as he glanced down the table to give them a knowing smile. Kim beamed from ear to ear as she looked towards Max, who hid a smile as she rolled her eyes.
“Sam talked to your mom-,” Rosemary began to speak a second later. Billy looked up from the food that he was moving around on his plate, pretending that he had been eating. He hoped his appetite would come back soon enough.
“She didn’t kill you?” Max asked in disbelief, her eyebrows raised high as she looked at Sam in concern. He laughed, covering his mouth like he realized he shouldn't do that. He shook his head a second later, but Billy assumed it was good that Sam was no fool to how Susan felt about him.
“And she agreed she’d come for Thanksgiving. She’s bringing her boyfriend.” Rosemary said quickly, smiling brightly like it was a good thing. Billy tried not to snort, wondering if Susan was still with Wayne or if she had found someone else.
“That sounds nice,” Kim said excitedly, “How is she? I couldn’t get through to her the other day.” She rested her hands on the table as she spoke, looking like she urgently needed an answer. Billy felt bad, really hoping that Susan hadn’t been ignoring her.
“She’s doing good,” Sam said softly, “She’s excited about seeing you girls.” He told them, looking like he was speaking the truth as he turned his attention back to his plate. Billy observed him for a second, wondering if Susan had mentioned them at all. He was sure most of the phone call had been Susan screaming at him.
“Which means-,” Rosemary paused dramatically as she held her chin on her hands to speak, “We’re going to need to split up the rooms.” She smiled brightly, like it was something they should be excited about.
“Awe what?” Max spoke up, looking disgruntled by the suggestion. Billy thought about it for a second, wondering if he could get away with rooming with Kim. She slid her hand under the table, giving his knee a slight squeeze like she was thinking the same thing. She paused her movements as Sam’s eyes suddenly found them, like he could read their thoughts.
“It will be easy,” Rosemary said quickly, “Kim and Max in one room and then you boys in the other.” She nodded her head, like it was that easy. Billy glanced towards Russell, who looked stunned at the suggestion. He swallowed the food in his mouth quickly before he began to speak.
“I’ve never had to share a room before,” Russell said as he wrinkled his nose, “You can sleep on the floor.” He turned towards Billy as he held his shoulders up, smiling like it was a good suggestion. Billy snorted as he leaned back in his chair.
“You’re funny,” Billy responded dryly, knowing there was no way that was happening, “Why do we need two extra rooms if it’s just Susan and her boyfriend?” He asked them seriously. He didn’t want to sound spoiled, but Max and Kim had shared a room for so long. He didn’t think that Kim would mind and Max would surely get over it. He shivered at the thought of Susan and Wayne doing something sexual in his bed.
“He’s bringing his nephew I believe,” Rosemary said softly, “It’ll just be for a few days. It’s fine.” Billy tried not to grumble, feeling like it would be even worse to find out that Eddie had done something in his bed. He wondered if Eddie would want to come at all after their last interaction. He shuffled lower in his seat, hoping that Sam and Rosemary hadn’t found out about that either. His reputation wasn’t staying very pristine.
Dinner passed quickly after that. He waited until Rosemary and Sam retreated to their room, until their lights were out before he crept towards Kim’s room. He frowned as he pushed her door open, realizing that she was gone. He glanced down the hallway, moving to the bathroom door. He knocked, ensuring that it was her voice that rang through before he stepped in.
“What are you doing?” She jumped away from the bathroom drawers, looking a little worried before she realized it was him. She breathed out slowly before she stood, holding the towel around herself. He grinned, realizing she hadn’t stepped inside the shower yet as he locked the door behind him.
“I can’t join you?” He teased her softly, although he really was worried that she was secretly mad at him. She tilted her head, looking like it was a ridiculous thing for him to ask.
“Of course you can,” She giggled softly as she pulled him forward, “We haven’t done anything in this one yet.” She mumbled softly as she slowly unhooked her towel from where it was resting underneath her armpit.
He gulped, his mouth feeling dry again as he took in her freckled skin. He trailed across the soft constellations before he admired her perky tits and soft flesh. Her body slowly turned red, like she was embarrassed from her actions. His eyes lingered against her form as she reached over the tub to warm the water up.
As stunning as she looked, he still felt himself growing frustrated as he roughly ripped his clothes off. He could feel the jolts of pleasure and excitement traveling everywhere but where he wanted it to go. His dick was still flaccid. He couldn’t understand why this was happening.
“This isn’t too hot, is it?” Kim asked once they were inside. He took her shampoo bottle from her hands, squirting the liquid into his palms. He moved it through her hair gently, as he shook his head. The water was quite warmer than what he was used to, but she liked it. He didn’t care what it felt like as long as she enjoyed it.
“Your hair is growing,” He said softly as he massaged the shampoo into her scalp. She hummed in response, her eyes still closed as he lathered her hair up, “It looks pretty.” He complimented her truthfully. She continued to hum for another second.
“You asked me if you should cut your hair,” She told him softly after he’d rinsed it all off, “I like your hair long.” She replied a second later, like she was still worried about him cutting his hair off.
“I’ll cut it again eventually,” He grinned as he leaned forward to peck her protesting lips, “Maybe not so soon, but eventually.” He promised her as she reached for his shampoo bottle. He watched in amusement but felt a little excited. He liked how it felt when she played with his hair.
“You wouldn’t have to though,” Kim told him softly as she began to rub the shampoo between her palms before she lathered it through his blonde curls, “I’m just saying.” She said a little sweeter as her nails lightly dragged against his skin. He sighed softly, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the sensation.
“I know,” He mumbled softly, “I like changing it once and a while.” He admitted, feeling like he had more control over what he could do with it now. He leaned against her touch, keeping his eyes shut in relaxation as she moved him back to rinse his hair out.
He lingered against her touch, brushing his skin against hers as she moved in closer. She licked away the water from his neck, making his stomach jolt before she slowly connected her lips to his skin. She kissed the crook of his neck slowly, lightly dragging her tongue against the area.
He brushed his fingertips against the curve of her spine as she continued to nip at his neck. He pressed himself a little closer to her, urging his dick to respond to something. He could feel the pleasure just sitting on top of him, but nothing happened.
He tilted her chin towards his mouth, kissing her slowly as the water massaged his back. He licked at her mouth, slightly furrowing his lips as he tasted her. He was sure there was something strong there, almost like whisky. He wondered if she had been drinking with her friends again.
He moved his hands to her hips, squeezing harshly before he turned her around. She gasped, sounding all too eager to feel him as he pressed herself back against him. He closed his eyes in dismay, already imagining how good her cunt would feel around his cock.
He moved his hand between her legs, pressing her thighs apart slowly as he brushed his fingertips against her soft skin. He rubbed her wet folds softly. He drifted his fingers further back before he pressed against her eager hole.
He dipped his fingers far inside of her, enjoying the way her body spasmed back against him. He licked at her neck, slowly tracing his tongue across her sensitive skin before he brought his teeth down against her flesh.
She cried out softly as she rocked her hips back against him. He groaned, wishing that his dick would do something other than rest limply between his legs. He sighed softly against her neck, enjoying the way her wet walls spasmed around his fingers. She moaned deeply as he dragged his lips against hers again, wishing to taste her harmonies against his own tongue.
He licked inside of her mouth, sighing softly as her tongue rolled easily against his own. He brought his free hand up to her tits, cupping the right one in his hand as he slowly massaged her soft flesh as she rocked her hips against his thick fingers.
“Such a good whore,” He mumbled as he nipped at her bottom lip, wondering if his dick would come alive if he spoke dirty to her, “You love your big brother fucking you, don’t you?” He mumbled as he curled his fingers deeper inside of her, enjoying how soft and wet her walls felt against his skin.
“Uh huh,” She whined out, her eyes wide and glazed over as she stared at him like he was the only thing that mattered. He pinched at her pink nipples, before twisting them slightly. She cried out as she rutted back against him, her movements becoming more desperate, “Want my big brother's cock.” She begged him.
He grumbled to himself, desperately wishing he could feel her walls stretching around her cunt. He’d love nothing more than to push her onto her knees and shove her face into the drain while he dragged his cock inside of her pretty cunt.
“Wanna feel you cum on my fingers,” He told her instead as he pressed his thumb against her sensitive clit, hoping to distract her enough as he curled his fingers a little deeper. She moaned again as she pressed her back flush against his chest, “You’re so good for me.” He responded as he nipped at her neck. He licked at the curve of her neck, his nerves buzzing from the pleasure that was growing deeper in his stomach.
He rocked his hips gently against her flesh, testing the waters slowly in hopes that his cock would harden again. He exhaled roughly, growing even more frustrated as nothing came forth. He was quickly distracted as Kim cried out, her body spasming as she came around his fingers.
“Oh God,” She squealed softly, her hips jerking forward as he guided her through her high, “Feels good.” She breathed out in bliss, softly closing her eyes as she fought to catch her breath. He lightly pumped his fingers for a few more seconds before he pulled them away and brought her sweet taste against his lips.
“S’nice,” He teased her as he pecked her lips slowly, hoping she could see how sweet she tasted against his tongue, “You’re so good for me.” He told her softly, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed.
She turned suddenly, her eyes full of lust as she gave his biceps a soft squeeze. She kept her eyes peeled to him as a shy smile grew on her lips. She slowly dropped herself to her knees, making his heart hammer roughly inside of his chest as he realized what she was trying to do.
“Let me help you,” She offered, looking up at him with her big hazel eyes. He huffed out deeply, feeling the coils of pleasure twisting in his stomach but nothing else. His cock didn’t even flinch, “Please, daddy?”
He wished he could grab her by the hair, wished he could shove his hard cock between her lips and enjoy the feeling of her tongue against his heavy base. He desperately wanted to see her glassy eyes all cock drunk as drool leaked from her lips. He felt beyond frustrated as he knew there was no use. Not even the memory of her lips stretched around his fat tip made his cock hard.
“Not yet,” He cooed softly as he helped her back onto her feet, “Don’t think I could be quiet.” He lied softly as he slowly gripped her hands and lifted her from the tiled floor. She looked at him confused, but he silenced her worries by kissing her deeply. He licked her tongue softly, hoping to erase her concern as he squeezed her hips.
“If you say so,” She responded slowly as she pulled away, her cheeks still red as he reached around to shut the water off. He handed her a towel first, not wanting her to be cold before he grabbed one and began to scrub himself dry, “Are you going to shave?” She asked him softly as she began to squeeze her damp hair dry.
“Should I?” He teased her softly, although he was desperate to do so. Darker hair was forming along his jaw, chin and cheeks. He had been too exhausted to do it before, but he figured that it was time to do so before he looked too raggedy.
“You don’t have to,” She told him quickly, looking worried as if he was suggesting something bad, “I’m just not used to it. I like it though. You look handsome, like always.” She giggled softly as she stepped forward to press her fingers through his stubble. He leaned against her touch, wondering if she was just saying that to flatter him.
“I’ll shave.” He promised as he squeezed her ass in his large hand. He enjoyed her slightly damp skin as a squeal left her lips. She looked slightly flustered before he turned and reached for his razor. He looked in the mirror, wishing his reflection didn’t look so vacant.
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Billy felt the need to go for a jog the next afternoon once everyone was at home. He wasn’t as desperate in the same sense as before, but he did feel like he needed to do something before his body just melted away into nothing.
Billy felt his ears perking up at the sound of a meow. He glanced around for a moment before a small ball of white approached him. He froze, staring down as it clambered over his shoes and began to claw its way up his pant leg, letting out shrill meows in the process.
He felt utterly frozen as the kitten cried out, its eyes wide as it dangled from Billy’s shirt helplessly. He slowly wrapped his palms around it, gripping it softly as he released its grip from his shirt. It was fluffy with pink ears and a pink nose. There was a small dust of gray fur around its nose, cheeks and along its paws and the end of its tail.
He stared at it for another moment, noticing that one eye was bright blue while the other way green. The kitten began to purr before it lightly moved its paws against Billy’s palm. He paused as he realized that this may be a sign.
He looked around, gripping the kitten in his chest as he ensured that no one was searching for it. He backed away, before he jogged back towards the house. The kitten stayed quiet as he brought it inside, feeling a little giddy at his find.
“What’s that?” Russell looked at him curiously, his eyes widening in surprise as he dropped the pencil into his math textbook. He stood quickly, practically bouncing over as he realized what Billy was holding in his hands.
“I thought I could give this to Kim instead,” He said briefly, “You know, since she lost her guinea pig.” He covered for himself, but he was sure that Russell had no clue about the two of them. He seemed fairly oblivious.
“Are you sure it didn’t belong to some kid?” Max replied dryly, but looking just as interested as she held a finger out. The kitten leaned forward, its little nose moving as it sniffed before it ultimately licked her finger. Max let out a pleased sound before she moved her hand away to wipe her finger against her jeans.
“Well, tough shit,” Billy said, “They shouldn’t have had it wandering around outside. I need help getting stuff for him, er her.” He said in confusion as he held the kitten up a little higher, unsure of how he was supposed to tell if it was a girl or not. He didn’t feel like investigating too closely.
“I can help you,” Russell shot out quickly, “I don’t mind.” He said with a nod of his head. He glanced around for a moment, wondering if Sam and Rosemary were in the garden still. He knew there was a pet shop that was fairly close. He wondered if they’d notice if they left. He figured that at least if he took Russell, he wouldn’t get in that much trouble for it.
“Sure,” Billy breathed in deeply, “Just don’t let it shit in my car.” He responded seriously as he placed the bundle of fluff into Russell’s hands. Russell fumbled with it for a moment before he finally got a nice grip on it.
“Oh,” Russell’s face dropped a bit as he held the kitten to his chest, “Should I bring a towel or something?” He asked a second later, looking a little worried at the aspect. Billy tapped his foot, beginning to feel a little impatient as Max looked between them amused.
“As long as it won’t piss off mom,” Billy replied to him, “Come on. We have to hurry.”
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He took slow steps to Kim’s room, leaving Russell to set up the litter box and the food as he gripped the kitten to his chest. He’d found out that the kitten was a girl and settled on a few different pink items before he decided he’d let Kim pick out the rest. It would be her cat after all.
He knocked on the door awkwardly, drawing her attention away from her book as she peered up at him. Her hazel eyes were warm, welcoming as he stepped a little closer into the room. He watched the way her eyes looked lower to the kitten he was holding in his chest, her eyes widening in surprise suddenly.
“What’s this?” Kim dropped her book, her ankles neatly crossed as she laid across her bed. He grinned as he held the hairy kitten out awkwardly, earning a squeak of protest from her.
“I found this,” Billy said slowly, “I didn’t take it from anyone so no one will be looking for it. I mean her. She’s a her.” He said awkwardly, stumbling over his words. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt so nervous.
“Oh my gosh,” Kim sat up quickly, her eyes wide as she reached out towards Billy with grabby hands, “Look at her!” She gaped in excitement as she picked her up. Billy wiped his palms against his jeans, gulping hard.
“What do you think?” He asked nervously as she inspected the kitten closely, her eyes shining brightly as she brought the kitten closer to her chest. She beamed at him, lighting up the room softly as she snuggled her chin against the kitten’s head.
“She’s perfect,” Kim said as she sighed deeply. As if to make a point, the kitten lazily raised her paw to Kim’s cheek, “She’s mine?” She asked him in disbelief, looking like she didn’t know how to handle the excitement. He smiled as he took a step closer, feeling like a cat was better than some squeaky pig anyways.
“All yours.” He promised her, knowing that he’d fight anyone who tried to claim that kitten as theirs. He doubted it would happen, but he still prepared himself. He was fairly certain the kitten was a stray and he’d just been lucky enough to stumble upon her.
“I’m going to give her a bath,” She declared as she held the kitten out to look at her again, “Come with me.” She told him quickly, basically bouncing in her spot as she led him down the hallway and towards the bathroom. He kept his distance as she worked but could feel his heart fluttering as he watched her soft movements.
Kim gently scrubbed the cat clean, cooing every time the little thing tried to claw her way to the edge of the tub. Billy tried not to laugh, thinking she looked fairly deformed with her hair all flattened and wet.
“Pearl,” Kim decided at last, “She looks like a Pearl, don’t you think?” She asked him seriously as she patted the kitten dry. Billy was fairly surprised Pearl had sat still for so long. He thought for sure that she would claw Kim up because of the forced bath, but she seemed content in Kim’s hands.
“Pearl fits perfectly.” Billy nodded his head, too busy looking at Kim to register anything else. He’d regretted the way he’d approached speaking about their future, but he knew he meant every word. He wanted to marry her. He wanted to have kids with her. He just wanted to have her for his own.
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Kim’s cat was annoying.
Despite Kim leaving Pearl in her room most nights, she still managed to break free. Billy often awoke in the middle of the night in sweat only to find the cat curled up and cuddled up on his chest. He usually huffed before he tried to return her, but more often than not, she’d somehow find her way back in.
She would just sit there on his chest, her paws neatly tucked underneath her body as she purred. He sometimes found that his whole chest would vibrate from how loud she would purr. Sometimes she’d just be staring at him with those bright eyes. It was like she was taunting him, because then she’d use her paws to lightly massage his skin with her claws.
She followed him into the bathroom, whining and clawing outside the door until he eventually let her in. She would jump up on the counter and watch him, other times she would dramatically yawn before curling up on top of his feet. He’d caught her sleeping in his shoes more than once. He’d nearly squashed her one morning as he had tiredly tried to squeeze his foot in. He was sure that Sam had sat on her more than once.
She was good about hiding around corners and jumping out quickly before attacking ankles. He’d heard Rosemary shout out in protest in the early mornings more than once. It was like clockwork. Pearl surely heard Rosemary awaken every morning because after, in the early hours, all you could hear was Pearl scampering up and down the hallways. Sometimes there would be a loud thud as she banged herself into a hard surface, rather than catching herself.
Russell and Max enjoyed it, especially once they found out she enjoyed chasing lights. They would take turns with the flashlight, turning it high towards the ceiling to see how far she could jump. Billy was beginning to wonder if he had found a dog instead of a cat.
“You shithead,” Billy had cursed that morning when he’d pulled her from the Christmas tree after noticing it shaking back and forth, “I can’t disappoint Kim again. You need to get your shit together before they kick your ass out.” He held Pearl by the scruff of her neck while he spoke, holding a finger out to let her know that he was serious. She just blinked at him, like this was some sort of challenge.
“Are you talking to the cat?” Max spoke up, drawing his attention away from Pearl as he turned his head to the side. He straightened up in defense before he tossed Pearl onto the couch but continued to hold his finger up to make sure that she knew he meant business.
“I’m letting her know that I’m in charge.” Billy said a second later, trying to keep the embarrassment at bay. Max was up earlier than usual. Pearl bounced from each cushion before eventually coming to a stop and curling up in the corner into a little ball of fluff. He sighed as he turned his attention back to Max.
“I think that’s with dogs,” Max said dryly as she poured herself a glass of orange juice, “Make sure and check your shoe strings. She ran off with mine.” She replied a second later, looking a little amused at the thought. Billy wondered how much of it was Pearl and how much of it was Max giving her the shoe strings. Still, Billy really liked his shoes.
“Shit,” Billy said as he walked over to his shoes, noticing little claw marks in his boots, “The little bastard is the devil.” He said in dismay as he rubbed his fingers across the marks, wondering how he could blend the marks in so it wasn’t noticeable.
“Kim loves her,” Max said with a grin, “That’s her baby. She bought bows for her.” She nodded her head softly before she dramatically dropped onto the couch. Pearl bounced in the air for a moment, not one look of horror crossing her face before she settled on Max’s head.
“She makes Kim happy,” Billy sighed deeply, “That’s all that matters.” He said a second later. He paused before he leaned over and began to brush his fingers through her soft coat of hair. Pearl started to purr again, arching her back as Billy scratched her lower back.
“She needs to stop pushing my curtain away from the window,” Max grumbled, “She looks outside and the sun hits directly in my eyes.” He chuckled to himself, wondering if that’s why she was up so early. Pearl turned a bit before she placed her paws on Max’s forehead and began to repeat the kneading motion that she did to Billy.
“Tell Kim to leave her door shut.” He said a second later, sure that was the reason that Pearl kept escaping from the room. He wondered if she cried the same way she did when she was locked out of the bathroom.
“I think the beast slips out from underneath the door,” Max said, furrowing her eyebrows as she continued to let Pearl play with her forehead, “She’s kind of cute though.” She said a second later, like she summed up her thoughts about Pearl in one quick second.
Billy shook his head, heading back to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. He felt like he’d drank more water than he had in the past two days than his whole life. He jerked his head to the right at the sound of the kitty’s paws rumbling across the floor.
“Hi baby,” Kim cooed as she rubbed her cheek against Pearl’s, “Have you been good?” She asked as she squatted on the floor near Pearl. Pearl purred loudly, looking quite happy as Kim babied her.
“She clawed up my curtains.” Max said a second later as she sat up on the couch. Billy grinned as he looked towards Kim.
“She was climbing the Christmas tree.” He added a second later, feeling like Pearl was anything but good. She was a brat.
“She hacked up a hairball in my shoe and I stepped in it.” Russell grumbled as he dragged himself back into the living room, now wearing fresh socks and shoes. Billy suddenly wondered if he should keep his shoes in his own room from now on. Somewhere high up where Pearl couldn’t reach.
“Well, someone’s had a busy morning,” Kim giggled as she began to fasten a pink sweater over Pearl’s tiny body, “We need to have a conversation about your behavior.” Pearl looked less than amused, rather irritated like she was seconds away from clawing someone's eyes out as Kim settled her into the pink sweater.
“I think there was a reason that cat was on the street.” Max said a second later as she shook her head. Billy rolled his eyes, thinking about how she’d just admitted to liking Pearl. Kim scooped Pearl up like a baby as she walked into the kitchen.
“Why did you catch her?” Russell asked, still looking whiny as he glanced towards his shoes that were outside. Billy wondered how hard it was for him to go from being the baby to surrounded by all of them.
“I didn’t,” BIlly grumbled, “She crawled up my leg.” He told them all truthfully. Kim grinned as she swayed her hips back and forth, rocking Pearl like she was a real baby.
“She chose you,” Russell’s jaw dropped, “She’s like your cat.” He said quickly, suddenly looking very amused and excited. Billy shook his head, wanting to clear up those ideas right away. He didn’t want to deal with Pearl anymore than what he had to.
“She’s Kim’s cat,” Billy said quickly, “I don’t need a cat.” He grumbled as he shook his head. Kim pouted her lips out as she held Pearl up in the air, giving her a soft bounce as she continued to smile brightly. Billy sighed in relief.
“Do you think I could take her to school?” She asked them, looking serious as she rubbed her cheek against Pearl’s. Billy paused, realizing that she was acting like Steve had a few days back. He shook his head.
“Just lock her in your room,” Billy said quickly, “She’ll be fine.” He shrugged his shoulders, laughing at the way Kim gaped at him. He had a sudden urge to kiss her, but kept it at bay as he watched her give Pear a few more pets.
Sam had been taking them to school and Billy wondered if it had something to do with what he’d been charged with. He tried to act like it didn’t bother him, but it did. He hated feeling like he had nothing to do, but even more so that he couldn’t be trusted.
He paused as he rose from the couch, hearing an odd sound coming from the kitchen. He turned the volume all the way down on the TV to listen again, making sure that he was hearing correctly.
“Hey, hey!” Billy shouted again as he ran into the kitchen, “What are you doing? Drop it!” He argued for a moment, trying to force the loaf of bread from Pearl’s tight grip. She hissed, growling as she clung to dear life. He shook her in the air, trying to release her grip as slices of bread went flying.
She freed herself, floating neatly onto the ground before she raced towards a discarded slice and dug her fangs into it. She stumbled with it, the slice at least half the size of her before she scampered off with it.
“You’re the devil,” Billy shouted after her, sighing as he began to pick up pieces of bread, “How’d you even get up here?” He asked in dismay, feeling like this cat would do more than test his patience.
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“No, no,” Rosemary said quickly as she waved at Pearl, “Down! Bad kitty! We don’t get on the counters.” She shouted out as she swatted at Pearl’s butt. Pearl yelped in response as she jumped off the counter, her feet dragging against the hard floors before she scurried back to Kim’s room.
“I thought cats were easier to raise than dogs.” Billy said sarcastically as he filled his glass up with water again. He wondered if his broken dick was somehow affecting his dire need for water. Rosemary laughed as she finished scrubbing at the dishes.
“Oh they are,” Rosemary said a second later, “You don’t have to potty train them, that’s the easy part.” She said as she nodded her head, looking like she knew the answer without a doubt. He observed her curiously.
“Did we have a dog?” He asked her seriously, feeling like he wouldn’t remember if they did or not. He doubted it, sure that Neil would never allow them to have an animal. He hadn’t when Rosemary was gone, but perhaps there was a reason as to why.
“No, I did on the farm when I was young,” Rosemary said with a soft grin, “I like dogs just a little better. Cats are fun too, but oh my, the barn cats would be so mean. I used to wear my dad’s gloves when I’d catch them because all they knew how to do was claw you up.”
“You’re not mad that she has a cat?” He asked her a little worried, feeling like he had sprung this up on her again. She shook her head as he dried her hands off with the rag.
“No,” Rosemary said gently, “I think it’s sweet you got her a pet. She’s quite taken with her.” She nodded her head as she jerked her chin towards where Kim was snuggled up on the couch with Kim.
He paused, waiting until Rosemary made her way outside with Sam before he approached Kim. He was worried that he’d been too close with Kim recently. He didn’t want to tell Rosemary the truth until he was ready. He just wasn’t sure when that would be.
“I see why Gina was concerned with Steve,” Billy spoke teasingly, only somewhat meaning his words as he peered at the way Kim had Pearl tucked in her arm like a baby, “You look comfortable.” He told her seriously.
“Isn’t she cute?” Kim cooed as she gently laid Pearl on her pillow. Billy peered down, looking at how Pearl’s tongue was slightly sticking out as she slept. He looked at her in disbelief, but couldn’t ignore the look of joy on Kim’s features.
“Adorable,” He grumbled, “But you like her?” He asked her hopefully, even though he already knew the answer to that question. He really needed her reassurance suddenly, hoping that he really had done something right.
“I love her,” Kim gushed out quickly, “You didn’t have to do this, but I really appreciate that you did.” She said softly as she pressed her chin against his fingertips, smiling up at him with hearts in her eyes. He felt his lips curling into a grin as he nodded his head, feeling like he’d done something right.
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bartylus christmas shopping based on my prompt
Regulus doesn’t want to do this. In fact, he could imagine many better things to do on this chilly, rainy Saturday morning.
For instance, he could binge watch this new show on Netflix no one can shut up about. Or, perhaps, he could finish that book he dived into the other night—maybe he could even start reading a new one. He could do crossword puzzles, he could catch up on homework, he could do the laundry or clean the bathroom. Hell, he could spend the entire day sitting on the couch and staring at the blank wall, and that would still be more appealing than a Christmas shopping spree.
But he promised Barty, and he doesn’t want to spoil his fun.
It’s still quite early when Regulus finishes his shower, then slides into a pair of dark pants and black turtleneck. Barty, of course, has to wear the silliest festive sweater mankind has ever seen: it has a dog on the front with a Santa hat on its head and Christmas lights around its body, which actually lights up when you boop the dog’s nose. It was a present from Sirius last year - to Regulus, not Barty - and he still isn’t sure why his brother thought he would ever, ever consider wearing something so hideous. Barty, on the other hand, seems rather happy with it, even though it’s one size too small for him. The green sleeves don’t cover his wrists, and Regulus can see his belly button peeking out when Barty’s reaching for something in the kitchen cabinet.
This guy.
Barty even put on Christmas music this morning and now he’s making waffles for breakfast, humming along whatever is playing on what has to be the worst Spotify playlist for the holidays. Regulus sighs and pours himself a cup of coffee. His fingers itch to grab Barty’s phone and switch to something bearable, but he can’t deny that he loves seeing that idiot grin on Barty’s stupid, handsome face.
“You’re dressed like we’re going to a funeral,” Barty says, glancing back over his shoulder.
“This is how I dress every day,” Regulus replies flatly, leaning against the counter. He doesn’t say that he would rather be attending a funeral, but his boyfriend can definitely read it off his face.
Barty rolls his eyes and steps behind Regulus, wraps his arms around his stomach, and buries his face into his hair. All these years, and his touch still makes him shiver in the most delicious ways.
“Stop being the Grinch,” Barty says, pressing a soft kiss on his jaw. “We’re hosting a Christmas party this year.”
Right, that. Since most of their friends have a horrible relationship with their families, Barty came up with the brilliant idea that they should spend Christmas together instead. It happened at Sirius’ birthday party and Regulus was drunk out of his mind when he agreed to it. He could hardly remember it the next morning, but Barty was thrilled, and so was everyone else.
Regulus frankly has no clue how he’s going to survive this.
After breakfast and a last attempt to send Barty alone to do this, Regulus gives in as they finally leave the apartment. There are still three weeks until Christmas, but every shop is crowded, so much that there’s barely any space to move. Oh, how much Regulus despises this. He’s used to running errands early in the morning, when everyone’s still asleep or at work, doing everything he can to avoid the rush. It seems impossible to do so now so close to the holidays.
“Come on, Reg. What can I do to make you feel better?” Barty asks as they leave the store, carrying another bag. “Should I get you a cup of hot chocolate? Some eggnog? We can go ice skating.”
Sure, because Regulus wants nothing more than spending his afternoon around screaming children.
“Take me home.”
“That, I can’t do,” Barty says with a hum as they step on the escalator. “I can give you a head in the dressing rooms, though.”
“God, shut up.” Regulus looks around and laughs, despite himself. “Let’s just get this over with.”
The day drags on while they go from store to store, picking up everyone’s presents. Regulus is glad he doesn’t have to do this alone this year, most especially because Barty is amazing at finding the best gifts.
“How are you so good at this?” Regulus asks, genuinely amazed.
“I interact with people. You should try it sometimes.”
“That’s hilarious.”
Some time later, Regulus leans on the handle of the shopping cart, ticking off another item on the list. There isn’t much left, and if he was alone, he knew he would be able to get this done in fifteen minutes. But Barty behaves like a child on a playground.
“Should I get this?” he asks, pushing his hair back with a headband with glittering antlers on it. Before Regulus could react, Barty’s already reaching for a pair of glasses, which have red gingerbread men on the frames. “No. I’m getting this one. Or both. I’m getting both.”
“You sure that’s enough?” Regulus asks sarcastically, but Barty looks conflicted.
“You’re right. I’m getting one for everyone.”
He collects a handful of accessories, then throws them in the cart while Regulus shakes his head, amused.
“If you’re done, we should go and buy drinks.”
Barty glances at him, now fiddling with a dancing, singing Santa Claus. It’s very loud and very shiny and very much sounds like something that would drive Regulus nuts.
“Sirius said he’s getting drinks.”
Regulus halts. “If you buy that, I’m breaking up with you,” he says, and Barty quickly puts the toy back on its shelf. “And since when you’re such good friends with my brother?”
Barty shrugs. “We’ve talked about the party in the group chat.”
“What group chat?”
“Our private Regulus fan club,” Barty says, now putting on a red and green striped elf hat. “Kidding. It’s the group chat you muted two hours after I invited you.”
Oh, right, that one. “Because you kept sending stupid TikTok videos. Do you really want to get that hat, too?”
“Obviously,” Barty smiled, dropping the hat in the cart.
The music in the supermarket’s radio is even worse than Barty’s playlist, but he seems content with it, as he hums and sings every horrible song. How does he even know the lyrics of every one of them? But nonetheless, it puts a smile on Regulus’ lips, because even though he really, truly dislikes the holidays, there’s absolutely no way he could genuinely hate something that makes his lover so excited. Yes, he’s an annoying little menace sometimes, but he’s Regulus’ little menace.
But as much as he loves Barty and his enthusiasm, it’s been hours, and Regulus is getting overwhelmed. It’s maybe the crowd or the noises or the memories—or perhaps all of it, but he’s finding it harder to breathe, harder to stay calm.
Barty, of course, is quick to notice his discomfort.
“Seriously, Reg. What’s wrong?”
Regulus takes a deep breath, then it spills out of him. “Look, baby. I’m glad, I genuinely am that you’re being so excited about this, about buying presents and trying on silly costumes and all that—but I just can’t feel the same way. I can’t. I’ve never, ever had a nice Christmas before, because each time my parents ended up drunk and throwing plates and screaming at us. Oh, up until last year, of course, when I came out to them and they kicked me out. Every single memory I have of the holidays is a bad one.”
He stops and Barty’s silent, his smile now vanished.
“Great,” Regulus says, sighing. Guilt gnawing at his stomach for ruining Barty’s day. “It’s Christmas and I’m having a fucking breakdown in the middle of Tesco.”
But Barty chuckles and moves closer, putting his hands on Regulus’ arms.
“I’m sorry you had to go through all that. And I’m sorry you don’t have any good memories of the holidays. But, you know, I don’t have one either. And neither does your brother, and Evan, and Lily, and probably some of the others, too. That’s exactly why I’m looking forward to this one, you know? Because I can finally spend it around people that I actually care about.” He pauses then, sliding his hands down Regulus’ arms. “But if you really don’t want to do this, we can call this off. I’ll just tell the others—”
“No, don’t,” Regulus says, squeezing Barty’s hand. Maybe he’s right. Maybe that’s the best thing that could happen to him, even though it’s hard to make that step. “I want to do this.”
“Good,” Barty smiles, kissing Regulus’ forehead. His hair is still a mess from trying on so many hats and headbands, and Regulus can hardly stop himself from running his fingers through it. “Now, can we go back to the toy aisle and get that giant plush alpaca?”
“We’ve already got a gift for Luna.”
“Luna?” Barty asks, scrunching up his freckled nose. “I want to get it for myself.”
Regulus laughs, because fuck, he’s so madly in love with this dork.
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Respite--An Outsiders fic
“You sleep at your folks’ last night?”
Discomfort creeps up his esophagus. “Nah.”
Johnny wakes, and sleeps, and wakes again. There's a cycle to his couch-crashing, but he always feels a lap behind.
Hey hi hello! Welcome to my first (published) Outsiders fic. CW: Brief verbal/physical abuse of a minor, mentions of alcoholism. Not extensively detailed or graphic, but keep yourselves safe.
We're gonna hit it with some homey comfort and a touch of angst for flair, folks. Here we go!
The Curtis place is separate from the outside world.
Here, it’s quiet. Johnny usually can’t stand the stale, tense silences lining the walls of his house, but this quiet just–isn’t that. It’s full, somehow, with the rustling of turning newspaper pages and the soft drone of the refrigerator in the background. And the inevitable clattering pots and pans from Soda’s attempts at cooking, of course.
The screen door slams, and a haze of cigarette smoke announces Dallas’ presence as he ambles into the room. “Hey, Johnnycakes.” He kicks up his feet in the recliner. “You stayin’ the night?”
“Probably.”
“Sweet deal.” Dally frowns at the television. “What’re you watching?”
Johnny shrugs. “Dunno. Was on when I got here. Haven’t really been paying attention.”
“It’s Antiques Roadshow,” Soda calls from the kitchen. “Pony’s convinced he’s got a winning baseball card that’s gonna put him through college.”
“It could!” Pony says, indignant over the commentary of an appraiser examining a dusty trombone case, sans trombone. “Sometimes they show sports stuff, and most of the time it’s worth at least a couple hundred bucks.” Disgruntled, he adds, “Which I keep tellin’ them, but all they wanna watch is football.”
Darry pokes his head out from the kitchen entryway. There’s sawdust mixed in with the flour in his hair. “And I’m telling you the only thing that’s gonna put you through college are your grades, little buddy. You finish your homework yet?”
“Pretty much.”
Darry raises an eyebrow.
Pony throws his hands in the air. “Alright, alright, I’ll go do the rest of it. Hey, Johnny, holler if they start looking over trading cards, yeah?”
“Sure.”
As soon as Pony’s out of sight, Dallas snatches the remote up and changes the channel. An old stick-’em-up western rattles through the crackling screen. Johnny thumbs through a pack of cards, half-watching two gunslingers trading leveled stares across the wavering heat. Dallas flicks a napkin scrap at him.
“Deal me in, kid. Or are you playing fifty-two card pick-up?”
“Might be once we’re finished,” Johnny says, dividing the cards between them. “And you chuck ‘em all over the place.”
Dallas raises a wry eyebrow. “Don’t bet your milk money on that one.”
When Johnny whips him in poker, the house erupts with so much noise it drags Ponyboy out of his essay-induced stupor.
*****
Johnny wakes to a hand on his shoulder. Blearily, he sits up, maybe a little faster than necessary. Soda’s standing over him, his hand now gone. Johnny’s skin feels suddenly cold without it.
“Hey,” Soda whispers. “You need to be home by now?”
Johnny glances at the clock on the wall, remembers it got broke last week from one of Soda and Steve’s wrestling matches, and digs out his watch. Six-thirty. Shit.
He pulls himself up with a smothered sigh and makes quick work of collecting his things. “I better,” he says, tying his blackened shoe laces. “Thanks, Soda. Tell Darry I said it, too.”
Soda shoots him a thumbs-up. Before Johnny can slip out the door, he says, “You sure you gotta go? We can keep you here, if you’d rather. You know what Two’ll do if your ma shows up.”
“Yeah,” Johnny says, but he knows his face says otherwise. “I just…nobody else will clean, so.”
“Yeah.” Soda sighs, smiles, and slugs Johnny in the shoulder. “But it’s no use running to a bad appointment, huh? Take the scenic route.”
“Sure, I’ll do a lap around your house. Should be scenic enough.”
Soda laughs. “Get outta here, Cade.”
He doesn’t have to tell Johnny twice. He’s already late. He ignores Soda’s advice and takes a shortcut through the lot back to his house, partly because he’s gotta slip inside before his folks notice and partly because dawdling in the streets means getting jumped (not that many socs are cruising for bait at this hour). The early morning dew seeps through his sneakers as he braces to climb through his bedroom window. He lands as soft as he can manage and works his way through the house, cleaning as he goes. There’s no room in the trash for the drained beer bottles littering the couch, so he bags it up and drags it outside.
When he steps back inside, his mother’s waiting for him.
Her eyes are roaming, coagulus, like they’re made of gelatin in their sockets. Not sober, then, but coming off it enough to recognize him. He shifts in his soggy sneakers, hand itching for his backpack, a jacket, anything. Instead, he braces.
“You been back at that Curtis place?” Her voice is ragged, like a rusty blade against a telephone wire. Last night was a fighting night. A sobbing one, too, by the rings around her eyes.
“No’m.”
“Where you been, then?”
“The lot.”
“Bullshit.” She spits. “You’re playing house with those kiss-asses.” He doesn’t–won’t–respond, and her jaw clenches. “Isn’t that right? You’d rather rob them blind than be grateful for what you’ve got here.”
“No’m.”
“Don’t you contradict me.” She reaches for him and he steps back. It’s a mistake; her knuckles flash against his cheek in a slap. “You think you’re so damn smart. Them Curtis boys have nothing to their name for a rag like you. They’ll be in the lock-up by winter.”
She said the same thing last year, and the year before that. Johnny doesn’t bother taking note.
His silence has gone on too long. He has to remember to match her temper, but he can’t. His bones ache.
Her hand is like iron around his bicep. She leans in close, and he can smell the liquor and stale coffee on her breath. “You think they’ll keep taking you back? Go on, then. Their parents thought they were so high and mighty, it’s only natural for the sons to inherit it, too.”
“I can clean the kitchen.”
She throws him down by his hair. “God help me for such an ungrateful son.” A kick lands home in his ribs. He scrambles to get up, to get to the sink. The water’s scalding on his cracked skin. “I’ll give you something to whine about.”
But she must be too bleary to follow through, because her footsteps thud up the stairs, cursing him all the way. Johnny scrubs until his hands go numb, and then he takes out the trash again.
*****
The next morning hails a vicious wind.
“Incoming,” a voice calls, before an arm is slung around his shoulders.
“Hey, Two.”
“Hey yourself, punk. You beat up any socs today?”
“Not yet.”
“Eh, you’ll get there.” Two-bit ruffles his hair and they make their way down the sidewalk. When they stop to let a herd of cars pass by, Two-Bit’s gaze finds him more closely.
“You sleep at your folks’ last night?”
Discomfort creeps up his esophagus. “Nah.”
“You weren’t at Soda’s.” No, he wasn’t. Johnny tries not to leech too many nights in a row. There may not be a schedule to his couch-crashing, but there are limits. He tries to make up for it. If he’s got an extra five bucks, he’ll slip it in the tin bank in the back of Darry’s closet. Cash is hard to come by with no job and a constant cycle of beer runs for his father, so other nights he dries the dishes.
“The lot,” he says, eyes darting away to avoid Two-Bit’s frown. He’s not doing this right now.
“Yeah,” Two-Bit says slowly. His hand comes up to feel Johnny’s forehead and Johnny bats it away. He doesn’t like when Two-Bit gets serious. It’s murky, unnatural. “You know my ma don’t mind making up an extra bed.”
“Bet she wouldn’t mind you making your bed, either,” Johnny says, and a flash of playfulness returns to Two-Bits eyes.
“Man,” he says, as the cars clear and they cross the street. Two-Bit pauses on the other side to flip off a particularly rambunctious Mustang. “She’d think I’d undergone a traumatic event. Got early Alzheimer's or something.”
Johnny lets himself scoff, and laugh, and doesn’t question how better to hide the rings around his eyes. It’s only gonna get colder, he thinks darkly, so he might as well get them tattooed on now.
*****
Buck’s is the opposite of quiet. The minute the door opens he’s flooded with wobbly light and warbling music loud enough to make him shout at the stranger silhouetted before him.
“What?” The stranger is shouting, too, but Johnny guesses it has more to do with the fog in his eyes than Hank Williams’ dulcet tones.
“Dallas!”
“Oh, fuck him,” the stranger drawls, and slams the door in his face. Johnny sighs.
He should go. He should probably, definitely go.
The wind whips a collection of ripping trash bags into the street like clattering tumbleweeds. From a cloudy window, he can see a silent game of pool. Someone picks up the eight-ball and chucks it into a beer pong table, sending booze sloshing. The apparent champion of beer pong clobbers him.
Johnny’s feet stay rooted to the spot, mesmerized, so he moves the only other set of limbs he’s got left and pounds on the door. One, two beats. Three.
The door catapults open. “--ucking girl scouts, we’re not buying shit,” Buck snarls, but at least it’s Buck. Better chance of being recognized, anyways. He blinks at Johnny. “Whaddaya want?”
“Is Dally here?”
“No. Go away.”
“Wait–” Johnny sticks his foot in the door, ouch, and fails to shut his trap. “Can I just, uh.”
“Spit it out, kid.”
“Um. I’m supposed to meet him, to–pay him back, for–can I just wait upstairs?”
Buck rolls his eyes. “Don’t go spelunking up there, y’hear?” The door is graciously removed from Johnny’s foot and he follows Buck inside. Standing surrounded by the ruckus is dizzying, and he presses through the bodies towards the stairs before he disorients himself. He prays no one is shacking up in Dally’s room and knocks for good measure, but miraculously, it’s empty. He shuts the door behind him and leans against it.
He’s almost asleep when the door knocks into his back.
“What the–Johnny?”
He scrambles to his feet, rubbing his eyes at the figure above him. “Hey, Dally.”
“The hell you sitting watch at the door for?” Dallas asks, collapsing onto the bed with a cigarette balanced between his lips mid-light.
“Fell asleep,” Johnny shrugs.
Dallas grunts. “Buck said you were here to pay up.” He looks at Johnny over his lighter. “We both know you don’t owe me shit, so what gives?”
“Lot’s cold. Didn’t want to bug anyone.”
“So you’re botherin’ me, huh?” Johnny’s face must morph into something aggrieved, because Dallas snorts and swipes a hand through his hair. “You know I don’t mind, kid, wipe that look off your face. I’m crashing,” he adds, puffing down the cigarette and crushing it out beneath his boot, “Extra jacket’s in the drawer.”
“What?”
“For a blanket, man,” Dallas says, like Johnny’s a little too slow on the catch-up. “You want the floor or the bed?”
Johnny pulls open half-filled drawyers until he finds Dallas’ leather jacket, the sheepskin matted but soft beneath his fingers. “Floor’s fine.”
Dallas rolls his eyes. “No it ain’t. C’mere, I don’t bite.”
Johnny settles on one side of the twin mattress, back to Dally and the coat beneath his head. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this, but small as he is, Johnny’s taller now than he used to be. They make it work, spines brushing, Johnny swept into a dreamless haze by the sound of Dally’s slow exhales and the dilapidated country swing reverberating below.
*****
“Man, I’ll beat his fucking head in,” Steve says, lip curling as he prods at the lump forming on Johnny’s forehead. “He do this last night?”
“This morning,” Johnny says, and reigns in a wince. Steve’s not exactly known for his gentle bedside manner, but the DX has a stocked first aid kit, which is all he needs. He’s sitting on the counter and feeling stupidly small while Steve–dare he say–fusses around him.
“I swear on his fresh-dug grave, Johnny. He’s gonna kill you one day.”
“Don’t I know it,” Johnny mutters, misery creeping in. He smashes it down. “It ain’t so bad, really. Just slap some ice on it or something.”
Steve clicks his teeth. “Yeah, all right. Soda?”
“No, I’ll–” But he should’ve known Steve would blab to Soda the second he got a chance. Johnny figured Soda wasn’t working today seeing as he’d yet to mother-hen circles around him, but he must be putzing in the back.
“Wait here.” Steve wanders into the back garage, hollering. “Sodapop! The kid’s here.”
“Ponyboy?” Soda comes back into view with Steve, greased towel over one shoulder. His eyes land on Johnny. “Johnnycakes! You–well, shit.” He turns to Steve. “Can you grab some ice?”
“That was supposed to be your job,” Steve retorts, but he snatches Soda’s towel and cracks open the freezer.
“Soc or your old man?” Soda asks, clearing the space between them in two long strides and leaning in close to Johnny’s face. His brow pinches as he resumes Steve’s prodding with much gentler hands.
“Him,” Johnny says. It’s getting old, honestly, admitting he can’t hold his own against a sorry bastard unfit to walk most nights. Soda hums.
“Did he get you anywhere else?”
“Nah.”
Soda raises an eyebrow as Steve returns, ice wrapped in the work towel. Johnny presses it to his face. “It’s fine.”
Soda looks unconvinced but relents. “You’re coming over for dinner tonight?” It’s phrased like a question, but Johnny knows there’s no arguing. He doesn’t want to refuse anyways, not tonight, but if he did there’d be guilty hell to pay.
“Only if you’re not cooking,” he hops off the counter and lets the smile play up his lips at Soda’s mock offense.
“Well, excuse me for enjoying the subtle art of presentation,” he says. “You’re in luck, though. Darry’s making chicken gravy.”
Johnny can practically feel his stomach growling. “Catch you then, man,” he says, and wishes the whir of A/C could follow him out the door.
*****
The rumble of a pickup warns its slowing advancement on him. Johnny shirks to the curb as it idles to a crawl, hackles raised. His blade is heavy and warm in his pocket. He can’t read the plates in the foggy light of fallen dusk.
“Need a ride?” The driver calls, and he just about shakes his teeth, he’s so riled. Then the driver leans out the rolled-down window and he can make out a familiar jawline, a permanent cowlick. “Johnny? You headed to ours?”
Darry. Johnny’s shoulders sink with relief, and he lets his hands fall slack in his pockets.
“Yeah,” he calls, and climbs in the cab. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.” Darry glances at him sideways as he signals himself back into the right lane. Johnny’s pulse matches the brief patter of the blinker. “You shouldn’t walk by yourself this time of night.” The way he says it–not bitten out or tensed, like he does with Ponyboy, but softer, almost apologetic–proves they both know Johnny’s well aware of what trouble he could bring. Darry worries about Pony’s casual shirking of danger, but Johnny.
Johnny doesn’t need a lecture.
It sparks a strange warmth within him, the knowledge that Darry cares. He doesn’t know how to hold it in his hands next to his blade and bottle caps.
“I’m alright,” he says, watching trees flit by. Wondering whether a soc would’ve been hiding behind any one of them, had he kept going. A small, rational quadrant of his brain knows there likely wouldn’t have been, but safety breeds his freedom to speculate. He’d rather waste time hypothesizing than prove his theories, anyways.
Darry hums and turns on the radio. Old jukebox rock ambles through the station.
There lives another part of him. A deeper and steady calm that thrums through his veins any time danger is confirmed. The part that hooks his fingers around his blade and trusts in it. That flips up his jacket collar and sneers, kicks the scared puppy in him aside for something rougher to unearth itself across his features. The part that knows, unequivocally, that he will never be made a slick-mouthed soc’s ragdoll again. He doesn’t think about how he’d stop it, only that when he’s backed into a corner, a primal instinct quivers down his spine, itching for release.
Darry’s right to be more worried about Ponyboy than him.
“How was school?” Darry asks. The Curtis folks used to ask him the same thing. Darry’s filling their shoes as best he can–better than anyone else Johnny knows–but it still feels uncanny hearing the same phrases coming out of his mouth.
“Not bad. Had to dissect a crayfish in biology.”
“Oh yeah?” Darry smiles. “I remember doing that. We had to do deer hearts too, during hunting season. Dad and some other families brought them in.”
“Did you cut ‘em open?”
“I stuck my fingers through the arteries and everything. The smell hung around the department for days.”
Johnny scrunches his nose. “Gross.”
“Yeah. Nice step up from worms, though.”
They pull into the driveway. Johnny makes to get out, but Darry doesn’t move, only unbuckles and lets the keys slip out of the ignition. He turns to face Johnny. “I opened the tin bank today.”
Dread makes room in his stomach. Not enough, it’s not enough. They cannot afford groceries, not with a revolving door of strays.
“Soda and Ponyboy said they haven’t put anything in.”
He’s going to get a job. He’ll get a job doing–something. Someone will hire a good-for-nothing greaser, and if they don’t, he’ll have Dallas teach him how to hustle pool.
Darry’s gaze is piercing. “Have you been adding to it?”
He swallows. “Yeah. I eat a lot, man.”
Darry huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Have you met Soda? Two-Bit? No offense, but you eat like a bird compared to them. You–” he stops, sighs a little. “You don’t owe us anything, kiddo.”
That’s a load of bullshit if Johnny’s ever heard some, but arguing with Darry is firmly against his self-preservation complex. Besides, it’s easier to quietly disagree than to register the option that maybe the Curtis’ really are just that stupid good.
“Johnny?”
Or, worse, that they’re right.
“Thanks, man.” He lets Darry share a smile with him and they pop the doors.
“No more sneaking us your lunch money,” Darry says as he locks the truck. “You want to help out, do what I tell Ponyboy. Finish school, get a scholarship. Go make a future.”
Johnny watches as he walks up the sidewalk and to the front door. He doesn’t think about his future past the current month. Darry gave his away, and here he is saying all this…stuff, like there’s a changed life somewhere in Johnny’s deck of cards. Maybe it’s up his sleeve, he thinks wryly, as he follows Darry into the house. The swell of warmth and banter and steam from the hot stove envelope him and he lets himself settle into it like a second coat.
Dallas demands a round of blackjack and Two-Bit slaps a cold beer in his hand to hold against his still swollen head, and while Steve and Soda make a righteous mess of being Darry’s sioux-chefs, Ponyboy collapses at his feet with a book in hand and a chewed pencil in his mouth. He tilts his head back to look up at Johnny.
“Wanna go bum a movie tomorrow?”
“Sure.”
The drone of the television scores their slow dispersion into the night, save for Johnny, letting the couch springs dig into his back as he watches occasional passing headlights trace beams up the walls. Here, it’s quiet.
He rests.
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The first episode of Antiques Roadshow didn’t air in the U.S. until 1997, but we’re gonna pretend that’s just not the case because I said so and think it’s cute. God bless public television programming.
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WIP Word Search Game
Thanks for the tag, @evesaintyves!
I searched through my Work-in Progress folder and wow. Way to highlight to me that I have a WIP problem. Gotta get some of these out into the world!
my words: sick | ghost | whisper | sweet | face
Sick- [Found (tentative title), a WIP one-shot companion piece to Knowing Where to Look]
Mrs Weasley was on one of her backing stints. No surprises there. No one had the heart to tell her that they were all sick to death of eating turnovers and shortbread and Chelsea buns and lemon drizzle. They all continued to take whatever she gave them without complaint. Because at least baking seemed to keep her brain busy enough to stop her from crying. For a bit anyway.
Ghost- [Untitled Luna Lovegood Left Behind one-shot WIP]
“Daddy?” Luna did not look down to see if he was listening. She didn’t need to. He was always there when she needed him. So her fingers did not still, brushing the long red strokes of Ginny’s hair across the ceiling.
“Hm?” came Dad’s response. The soft clinks continued, and Luna doubted he’d looked up from his work.
“Why do we never talk about Mummy?”
The soft sounds of Dad’s tools stilled then. There was a long pause. Luna felt pain and sorrow in that silence. Felt the comforting ghost of Mum’s presence in the room tugged swiftly away, leaving an empty loneliness in its wake. They said black was the colour of protection, but Luna didn’t much like that. She instead dipped her brush in blue and added a cluster of cornflowers to frame Ginny’s face. It was the meaning she assigned that was far more powerful than superstition. “What brought this on?” Dad asked at last
“I don’t know… I suppose I’ve been missing her lately. I would like to talk to her. Tell her about my friends. About all the amazing things I saw in the Department of Mysteries. And all the terrible things I saw there. Tell her about the Christmas party I went to with Harry. And about the walk around the lake I took with Ginny. It makes me sad sometimes that I can’t tell her about those things. Sad that I lost so much time with her.”
Her father was silent for a moment more, then he said, “I’ve lost time before. It’s always in the last place you look for it.” And the sounds of his tool continued.
Luna paused to consider these words quietly. Then nodded, satisfied. She took up another brush and added a few tiny yellow buttercups among the cornflowers.
Whisper- [Unbuttoned, unpublished and abandoned fic for the teeny tiny Sevenwaters fandom (my one and only time writing outside of the HP fandom, and wowza we're delving deep into the archives with this one. Last time this document was modified was in 2010!)]
She reached up, and brought his lips to hers and kissed him softly. Lovingly. And like a whisper on the wind, he heard his name upon her lips.
It hurt to open his eyes again, knowing that he would be back on the rocks and there would be no green-eyed beauty looking back at him with adoration. It hurt, but he forced himself to do so. For what he wanted did not matter. He was her protector. Whatever happened, he was there to ensure her safety. No matter the cost to his heart.
Sweet- [Untitled Parvati Patil Left Behind one-shot WIP]
“Ugh. Two whole weeks of my parents fawning over Perfect Padma.” Sitting up straight, she batted her eyelashes, plastered a soppy sweet expression on her face, and grasped her hands together over her heart. Adopting a high-pitched eager voice, she cried, “Oh yes, Mother dear! Please let me help you with dinner. Just as soon as I finish the homework for the twelve OWL courses I’m taking, clean the bathroom, and work up a budget for the Charms Club, which you may remember I’m now treasurer of.” She let her hands drop to her lap and slumped back into her seat. “Suck up.”
“Oh, come off it,” Lavender said, shaking splayed fingers back and forth to encourage the varnish to dry faster. With each shake of the wrist, her colour-changing nail polish changed hue wildly in confusion. “Padma’s not that bad. You’re exaggerating.”
“Easy for you to say. You aren’t sisters with her. You don’t get compared to her in every little thing that you do!”
Face- [Knowing Where to Look, upcoming chapter]
They were very close now, practically toe-to-toe. He was not a tall man—half a head shorter than Gawain-- but he raised his chin and met Gawain’s eye defiantly, and he struck Gawain as anything but short.
The silence in the kitchen was deafening as they stared at each other. Gawain felt the blood drain from his face. His heart was pounding, his breath coming short and shallow. But he kept his expression determinedly blank.
I find myself often hesitant to engage in these chain activities because my community is so small and I'm not on Tumblr enough to know who has has already taken part in this. So instead of tagging anyone specific, I will just offer an open invitation to anyone who wishes to take part. Tag, you're it!
Your words are: Lost | Glimmer | Fall | Soft | Breath
#harry potter fanfiction#hp fanfic#fic wip#tag you're it#harry potter#luna lovegood#molly weasley#parvati patil#gawain robards
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How Enhypen babies you Pt: 2
Jay
Jay’s favorite way to baby you is to give you kisses and dramatic care when you get hurt
whether all that happened was a scraped knee or you actually broke a leg, he will cover you in kisses and rock you back and forth in his arms telling you how strong you are
Jay was helping you learn to ride your new bike and you were getting used to the feeling, but as you took off you couldn’t turn correctly in time and you fell down with the whole bicycle falling on you on the ground
he came running to your rescue yelling your name over and over “Y/N!!! Y/N!! My poor baby!!! Oh my goodness!!! Baby!! You’re okay!!!” He lifted the bike off of you and picked you up carefully. Then he swung you over his shoulder and carried you and the bike back to your home where he sat you on the bed
from there he got his first aid kit from the bathroom and a damp washcloth to pat your wounds. You winced as he dabbed your injuries and a couple tears rolled down your cheek. “Oh baby…” he said wiping your tear with his free hand “you’re so brave, my love.”
As he cleaned up your bloody knees and arms, he readied your bandaids and disinfectant creams with precision and speed. Once he had addressed your wounds, he gave each bandaid a soft kiss and then gave your forehead a kiss too
“You’re so strong, my love,” he said while pulling you into his lap
Jake
Jake constantly goes above and beyond complimenting you and bragging to others about you
“My girlfriend? She is the most beautiful, adorable, talented, caring, lovely girl in the entire world. She really can do everything and her face is just the most gorgeous face to ever exist. Here look, she’s my wallpaper. My two girls together, see? It’s Y/N hugging Layla!” he beams with pride as he shows everyone who will listen pictures of you
when you come home from work one day you slump onto the bed face first and cry out a scream muffled by the blankets. Immediately Jake comes into the room. “Baby?! You’re home! What’s wrong?” he says while rubbing your back
you sit up and explain that a coworker told you that you dress up too fancy for work and that you’re a try-hard because of it
Jake’s face immediately becomes furious. “What’s her name?!” he says angrily “such rude people shouldn’t be representing a company! I’m going to report this!” he says as he stands up. “No baby no!” you say begging him not to. He looks down at your tear-streaked face and decides to sit back down next to you
“You can’t let anyone talk to you like that, babe. You are the most hardworking, charismatic, and intelligent employee your company has! And if anyone doubts that, they’re mistaken.” Just the thought of anyone insulting you angers Jake. He can’t see how anyone could ever see you as anything but perfect
Sunoo
sunoo loves to baby talk to you. When you’re looking especially cute or sexy or sad or happy…basically all the time no matter the situation…he will baby talk your ears off
“babyyy…dunoo will give you a kiss now” he giggles as he places a gentle kiss on your nose
when you’re pouting he will squish your cheeks and say in a cute voice “awwww the baby is grumpy” with a big smile on his face the entire time
one day you were doing your math homework but couldn’t seem to understand a single problem. All of them were way too difficult and of course since sunoo is terrible at math too, you were really stuck
you placed your head in your hands and sighed out of frustration. Sunoo saw this as he walked into the room and placed one of his hands on your shoulder “baby” he cooed “I know you can do it! Dunoo believes in you! Fighting!” he cheered as he gave you an encouraging pat on the head and handed you a plate of fresh fruit he prepared for you
he made a cute face and booped your nose excitedly and then gave you a thumbs up
Niki
niki’s way of babying you is by standing up for you no matter what. When you’re playing a board game with him and the rest of the members, you will get a bad card and make a sad face as you pull it
Niki notices and quickly hands you one of his to trade. Jay notices and laughs out loud “hey! You can’t do that!” he says to Niki
Niki makes a mischievous expression and says “you guys are being so mean to Y/N. I’m just trying to help her”. All of the other members make a commotion at this statement
“Just because she pulled a bad card doesn’t mean you can cheat for her!” exclaims Jake while laughing. “Look at that face,” says Niki suddenly cupping your cheeks in his hands “she deserves a good turn” he says with a convincing smile “because she’s so cute.”
you grin nervously as the members all laugh. “Niki…” starts Heeseung “just because she’s your girlfriend…doesn’t mean you have to be her lawyer. I’m sure she can take care of herself” he laughed
“It’s my job,” says Niki “if I don’t advocate for her, who will?”
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Summer Lights
Sero Hanta x Shoto Todoroki
Tags: 18+, Angst, Fluff,
Summary: Sero meets the love of his life after going through the worst breakup of his life. Or in other words, he falls head over heels in love with Shoto.
Word Count: 2.9K
Masterlist
The Magic of Parties
Sero stumbled down the street after parking his mom’s car two blocks away. His day was not what he planned it to be. Tears were still streaming down his face, and he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to make up his steps. How was he going to tell his mom what just happened, would she even care.
As he walked up the steps, he paused to catch his breath before pulling out his keys and opening the door slowly. Stepping in the warm atmosphere, he noticed the music turned low and the light in the kitchen was on. In an instant his mom’s head popped out from the kitchen archway.
“Sero, Mijo, is that you?”
“Yeah mami, it’s me.” He sniffled, taking a breath hoping his mom didn't hear the hurt in his voice. Of course, his mother’s intuition is stronger than he'd hoped.
“What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”
“No, ugh, Ma, I’m fine. Really.” Now she knew something was wrong with him. Coming out from the kitchen she wiped her hands on the apron she was wearing to clean off what she was cooking. She grabbed his face and wiped the tears that were left in the corner of his eyes.
“Qué pasó, What happened, Mijo?” He could see the worry in her face, which made him cry more.
“It’s so stupid, I shouldn’t be crying.”
“Was it Hermes? What did that boy do to you?” What did he do to him? A very loaded question indeed. This simple question made him break down, and he stood there in his mother’s arms as he cried. He cried for hours that night.
It felt as if he didn’t sleep. He felt like the whole weight of the world just fell onto his chest. Five years he wasted his life, and love on a man who in the end didn’t care to fix their relationship. This made him sick to his stomach, he couldn’t hold food down.
Two weeks of staying home brought a few problems to his doorstep. Two of them being his friends, Eijiro and Denki. For once, they did something useful for him though. They brought him 2 weeks worth of homework from the classes he has missed. As they sat in his room, he felt like a big blob of stagnant energy.
“Hey man, we really need to get you back to school.” He looked up to see Eiji scooting closer to him. He shook his head as tears welled up in his eyes.
“You don’t understand. I can’t go back there. Not with him.”
Denki and Eijiro looked at each other, they knew how painful this was for him. Sero basically worshiped the ground Hermes walked on.
“What about baby steps? You need to at least get out of your room.” This was Eijiro again, the more encouraging out of the two.
“Yeah man, It really reeks in he-” He heard Denki get hit with something from across the room. “Okay well what I mean is, you should come to Kat’s party tonight. He’d want you to be there.” Sero looked up at Denki, who was giving him a soft smile.
“I don’t think he would want me there, I’d really just be a downer the whole time.”
“No man, we'll be by your side the whole time. Besides, Izuku’s friends are coming. You know Kat’s new boyfriend?” This was Eiji’s turn to be hit with an object from across the room.
“Katsuki is actually dating Izuku? I thought he didn’t like him at all?”
“You’re kidding right? He’s been pining for the kid for years.” Sero sniffed as he looked up at Eijiro. He thought about going to the party, but he didn’t know if it would be worth the time.
Fuck, but it would be good to get out of the house and get wasted, or high.
“Fine, I’ll go, but if there’s no weed then I’m leaving and not coming back.”
Denki shot up like a bullet after hearing that statement.
“My guy, You’re gonna be in good hands tonight.” Denki shouted, prompting Sero and Eijiro to give each other a look.
After hours of helping Sero clean himself up, they all ran to catch the next train to Katsuki’s neighborhood. Once they made it they made their grand entrance which made Katsuki bark at them for being too loud in his house.
“Tapeface, where the hell have you been, I hate you not being in our film class.” His blonde friend handed him a drink and stood next to him as everyone mingled.
“Kats, you know where i’ve been, or have you forgotten the catastrophe that happened at the last mixer we went to.
“It’s just not the same, your idiot ex is being such a dickwad to everyone in that class.”
“He was a dickwas before he was my ex too.”
“Ugh Whatever. Hey listen, come meet some of Izuku’s friends. You need intelligent people to talk to besides those two bozos.” This comment made Sero laugh. Of course he loved Eijiro and Denki, but he did need a break from their plots.
“Sure, that’d be cool.” He kicked himself off the wall, and followed Katsuki to the next room where Izuku sat with his friends. They all looked pretty smart, just by the way they looked. Katsuki took a seat next to his boyfriend, and Sero sat on the couch next to the girl with the rosiest cheeks he’d ever seen.
“Ochako, Iida, this is Sero Hanta. He’s a Theatre Major with a focus in Directing.”
Sero waved with a warm smile. “Nice to meet you both.”
“The pleasure is mine, It’s not often you meet a theatre major. My name is Iida Tenya, Business major.”
“My name is Ochako, I’m a Sports Medicine major. It’s nice to meet you!” He smiled at the both of them. They both seemed really nice. Sero seemed to forget about his troubles as he talked to them, the conversation was very fulfilling, and lots of laughs were shared.
At some point during the conversation, Izuku got up to let in a friend he said was running late. A few moments later he came back in with another boy. When Sero looked up, it seemed as if the whole world went silent. It was as if he saw an angel.
“Sero one more person I want you to meet!” Izuku smiled brightly at him as he pulled the boy closer. “ This is Shoto! He’s from Japan, and he came to get a Writing degree!”
Sero stood up, he was too stunned to speak at how beautiful this boy was.
“H-hi! I’m Sero, I’m a Theatre Major.” He smiled and held out his hand to shake the other boys, which he took happily.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Shoto gave Sero a warm smile, he could tell that there was a blush creeping up on his face. Again, they all sat down and continued to talk for a while longer. Sero noticed his drink was running low, so he decided it was time to make a new one. He stood up, and smiled at everyone.
“I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go grab another drink.”
“Oi! Take Icy Hot with you. He looks parched.” Sero looked confused at the new Nickname, he quickly glanced at everyone to figure out whom he was referring to. Until his eyes fell on Shoto. The boy stood up and walked up to Sero, and now it made more sense. He didn’t notice at first, but Shoto had two toned hair. Shoto looked up at Sero and smiled.
“Yeah yeah, uhm, this way then.” He felt like he was sweating bullets. Sero led them both to the kitchen where it was significantly quieter than the rest of the house.
“What’s your poison?” Sero finished pouring himself a cup on Rum and Coke, and he began to grab a cup for the other boy.
“Whatever you’re having would be good.” He seemed a little nervous, but all Sero could do was smile and begin to pour the drink for Shoto.
“So how long have you been here in New York?” Sero asked to begin the conversation.
“About two months, I’m originally from Washington, but my family moved to Japan when I was little.” Once he was finished pouring the drink he handed it to Shoto who thanked him and took a drink. “Wow this is well mixed!”
“Thanks, lots of practice from all the parties I go to.” He laughed.
“You go to that many parties?” Shoto looked up from his cup with a smile.
“No that was a joke, my mom is a bartender so I learned some of these from her.”
“That’s really cool.” They both stand there for a moment awkwardly. It seemed that the both of them were nervous and as a result this made them both blush.
“So.. Theatre.. That seems really fun!” Shoto surprised him with the statement.
“Oh well.. Yeah! I love it, I guess you can say I’m very passionate about the performing arts.” Sero smiled “I’m a very passionate person in general.”
“You are? I like that.” Shoto blushed as he looked up at Sero. This made his heart skip ten beats. Though he was not about to be anything but cool.
“Is that so? You know.. I’d be very passionate about getting to know you better. If you’d like?”
“I think I’d be passionate about that too.” This made Sero grin widly. He pulled out his phone and opened his contact book. Handing his phone to Shoto, he could see the glimmer in the other boy’s eyes. Was he really doing this? Was this even right to do? I mean it’s not like he has anything to lose. After Shoto put his number in his phone he handed it back.
“Just text me what day you’re available and we can meet at a coffee shop?”
“That would be perfect.” Sero grinned as he looked down at his phone. Noticing the time, he gasped loudly.
“Oh shit, I gotta go. I’m so sorry, it’s been really great talking, but I gotta get home now.” Sero chugged the rest of his drink. He practically ran out the door, not saying bye to anyone. Having a curfew was honestly the worst sometimes, but he respected his mom in that sense.
While he was on the train, his phone chimed. Opening up the messenger app, he noticed it was Shoto.
‘I can’t wait to see you again. I hope you make it home in one piece.’
Sero smiled at the message, this felt new. Like something he was going to have to experience for the first time.
‘I’ll make it home, it’s what’s waiting for me there that I'm worried about lol.’
‘Well, still. As long as we can meet up soon.’
‘I’ll be looking forward to it.’
When he got home, his mom was of course waiting for him in the living room. He crept in slowly so he wouldn’t be as loud since it was almost 11pm.
“I’m glad you made it home on time.” His mom said quietly. This made Sero jump out of his skin.
“Jeez Ma, You scared the crap outta me.”
“Oh sorry Mijo! I was trying not to sneak up on you.” After taking off his shoes, he walked over and kissed her on the cheek. “So.. What’s his name?”
This definitely made Sero choke on his own air. He swore that this woman was a witch or at least a psychic.
“What are you talking about, Mami?”
“Oh nothing, you just seem happier, I can feel your aura and its different.” She sighed as she looked up at him. “Just be careful Mijo.”
He smiled softly to himself.
“I will, Mami.”
Before he went to bed that night he sent a quick text to Shoto hoping he would see it the next morning.
‘I’m free all day tomorrow if you want to get that coffee.’ After sending the text he received an immediate reply.
‘I guess I’ll see you tomorrow! :)’
#mha#mha fanfic#sero x todoroki#seroroki#my hero academia#fanfiction writer#angst#fluff#mha imagines#shoto torodoki#sero hanta
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If you're comfortable writing this, you don't have to...
Will you write Steve Harrington x fem!reader smut? Like reader is finishing up some homework, laying on their bed (not anything big, just a small assignment) and he's horny asf, but reader has been teasing him all day, wearing small ass shorts and shit around their apartment, etc. So he's all sorts of fucked up, but she won't quit teasing him, and she knows she is teasing him and shit. So he all starts to fuck her while she's laying face down on the bed and shit.
Just some nasty smut with hs graduate (not like au or anything) fucking reader face down.
Jesus that was nasty.
Hope u like this, I'm still new to writing smut so this might be not that nice. Hope u send a request again! Have a great and loving day!
Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Warning: smut, cursing, smut, smut
It was a very special day, well for Y/N, for Steve not so much. She and Steve had a small bet about who can go the longest without sex and Y/N knew she had this in the bag. She has been teasing Steve all day, wearing the sexiest clothes she was even wearing the red lipstick that Steve loves so much.
Y/N smiled to herself, contented with what she did today, she was now just laying in bed, doing her homework while waiting for Steve to get home.
Soon enough, she heard the door opened and a frustrated Steve walked into the door. You can see the anger flickering in his eyes, it only brought satisfaction to Y/N.
"What are you doing?" Steve closed his eyes, taking a deep breath when he saw her. Y/N was teasing him and it was fucking working. His eyes were burning with lust, she wanted to fuck Y/N with every movement she makes.
"I'm doing school works, my professor gave us two weeks' worth of homework." Y/N mumbled, her eyes fixated on the paper she's working on. This only added fuel to fire burning inside Steve, he always love seeing Y/N study and it turned him on.
"I know what you're doing now, I'm asking about today when you were teasing me."
"What teasing? I just wanted to look good." Y/N teased, she finally looked up and saw the lust in his eyes. She's not gonna lie, it was also turning her on but she won't back down that easy. Y/N was always competitive, even if it's just a stupid bet.
Steve was infuriated but at this point, he didn't care anymore, he moved closer to Y/N and took a seat next to her. He grazed his fingers on her neck down to her back sending shivers down Y/N's spine. He started kissing her neck this action ignites something within Y/N, she has always love neck kisses, it was a sweet way to start.
"You're going to lose our bet..." She closed her eyes, relaxing at the warmth of Steve's lips. All she wanted right now is Steve admitting his defeat.
"You win, I don't care about that." Y/N smiled, turning her back on her bed, she looks at a lust-driven Steve.
"Steve, as much as I badly want this, I'm still studying, let's do this later when I'm done." She smiled comforting, her homework was due tomorrow and she needed to finish it. She wants this, but sadly priorities have to come first. However, Steve didn't listen, his hands were still wandering in her stomach almost reaching her breast.
"No one said you can't multitask, right?" His voice changed, it was sultry and low, it turned her on so much that all she wanted was to drop out of school.
"Y-Yeah." That was all she could say, a smirk appeared on Steve's face as he connected his lips with hers. The taste of Steve welcomed Y/N, his tongue made its way inside her mouth. It danced with her own, it was in rhythm with the beat of her heart, her nipples hardening at how good a kisser Steve is. Her thigh was tightening and tightening as Steve's tongue makes a move. He pulled away from the kiss and flip Y/N on her stomach, her face was pressed against the soft mattress, she can feel Steve pinning her down. Y/N can feel Steve's hard cock pressing on her ass.
"Just relax and do your homework, Y/N." He whispered in her ears, she can feel the heat of his breath and it was making her crazy. Like she could do her homework at this state, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Steve's hand linger outside of her shorts, she breathed fast and hard. No guy has ever made her feel this way, Steve was the only one who can make her crazy in love.
Soon enough, his one hand slipped inside her shorts, sliding his fingers inside her. A muffled moan was all she could muster, his fingers went in and out of her.
"You're so wet." She heard Steve mutter, a small smile painted on Y/N's lips. His other hand made its way to her breast, massaging it like there's no tomorrow.
The fingers weren't enough to keep Y/N hunger satisfied, he wanted Steve inside him not just his fingers. Steve seems to read her mind because soon enough he pulled the shorts and her lace panties clean off her skin.
Steve touches her bare ass, the excitement rushed through his body. The same feeling he felt when he first fucked Y/N for the first time was still there. He loves her, and everything she does still surprises him.
"We've been together for years but you still have that damning effect on me.'' Y/N just smirked at the comment Steve made.
He stroked Y/N's bare pussy with his dick, dragging it in her slit and ass. And just like that he thrust his hips between Y/N's thighs, Y/N let out a deafening moan giving satisfaction to Steve. His thick cock slid inside her, burying it inside her wet pussy.
The moans Y/N let out sounded like music to Steve's ear, with every thrust that he makes, the deeper he goes. Y/N gripped the bedsheets as tight as she could like her life depended on it. Y/N soon rides every thrust Steve makes, causing him to moan and thrust harder inside her.
"You're so tight." He growled low, this only added fuel to the fire inside Y/N.
He thrust, forcing Y/N to let out a whimper, he continued to pound and thrust her. The pace suddenly went faster and harder, the feeling of him going inside and out of her was too much to take. Y/N pressed her face hard on the mattress, she didn't want any neighbors to hear her moans and screams.
He fucked harder and harder, the sensation in Y/N's stomach is eating her alive over and over. Pleasure built between them, their muscles were burning, Y/N was on the brink of orgasm.
It build and build until it finally took over her, exploding like the skies on the fourth of July. She squeezed her eyes shut, her face buried so deep in the mattress, she let him fuck her as orgasm flowed between the two of them. She was soon clouded with dopamine and oxytocin. Y/N went weak, her hands no longer gripping the sheets.
Steve didn't stop, though, he was still thrusting but this time it was slow and his arms tightened around my body, and suddenly a warm liquid came out of him, it flowed down her throbbing pussy.
Steve fell in her, his cock still inside her. Their heavy breaths filled the room, she can feel the sweat of Steve dripping on her. Y/N closes her tired eyes, Steve moved and pulled from her. He laid beside her, Y/N sensed this and she also moved and laid on his chest.
This was always their routine, after the hard and tiring sex, they always cuddle next to each other even if they were angry with each other.
"Study, my ass." Steve mutters, she couldn't help but laugh at his remark.
"Well, someone distracted me." Steve chuckled, she can feel the rise of his chest, causing her to blush. It was always nice making Steve laughs, it's the most satisfying thing in this world.
"Who? Me? I'm distracting?" He asked innocently, he was fishing for compliments and Y/N knew this. She faces Steve and smiled dearly.
"Yes, you and your pretty big hair." Steve smiled lovingly at her as he pressed his lips into her. This kiss was just light and sweet, still, it was full of adoration and love. They both pulled back, Y/N laid back on Steve's chest, listening to his pacing heartbeat that was slowly calming down.
"You know we're not done yet, right?" Y/N giggled and rolled her eyes, she just let out a playful groan. The two just laid with each other, staring at the ceiling. Soon, another round started...
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fire escape (Dave Lizewski x reader)
summary: dave comes through y/n’s window
genre: fluff and a lil angst
HE’S SO UNDERRATED I HATE YALL FOR SLEEPING ON HIM. ANYWAYS.
written by @1-800-amortentia
edited by @juniebugg (total hottie)
Y/n sat at her desk silently, tapping away at her laptop finishing an essay due that night. Her lit candle casted a flickering orange glow across the keyboard as she sighed, pulling stray strands of hair out of her face. Thunder rumbled softly in the distance, lightning flashing across the New York City skyline, vehicles honking softly below her bay window. She glanced at her phone; no messages from Dave yet. She’d called him once, leaving a few texts asking if he was okay. Alas she had yet to receive a response. Usually she wouldn’t be worried, but there had been a lot of crime recently; she’d just recently found out about his secret identity, Kick Ass, after an encounter with him and her sister in an apartment full of drug dealers.
A soft knock from her window interrupted her typing. She turned to see Dave, pulling off his mask. She smiled, gesturing towards herself, signalling to come in.
“You know, we do have a lobby.” she mutters, eyes fixed on her screen. Dave chuckles breathlessly, wincing softly as he crawled into her room, knocking over a few books off the table beside the window. Y/n turns, her smile turning into a worried expression as she walks quickly towards the young man clad in green and yellow.
“Dave? what...what happened?” she questioned.
“You....you should see the other guy.'' Dave grumbles, smiling. Y/n shakes her head, gently pulling the costume down off his shoulder, to gain better access to the wound. Dave glanced down at her as she examined the wound. A few scrapes and bruises, and one large cut, obviously done with a knife. Y/n quickly stood, walking towards her bathroom grabbing any first aid related products she could find: gauze, cleaning solution, bandages and a washcloth. She quickly walked back to see his suit completely discarded on the floor of her room, a few more wounds presented themselves in his legs. she sat him upright against the window’s glass, so she could better access the large wound with the cleaning solution.
“Okay, this is gonna hurt like a bitch.” she muttered, Dave nodded, grabbing her free hand for support as she dabbed the damp washcloth on the wound. Dave groaned quietly as she continued, trying to steady her shaking hands.
“I’m okay, Y/n, really.” he mumbled. She didn’t answer, only focused harder on repairing the wound. Once she finished cleaning it, she bandaged it carefully, trying not to hurt him. Dave stopped her hand slowly, placing his hand on top of hers, making her look up at him. Dave used his other hand to hold the side of her face. He smiled at her as he brought his face closer to hers.
“Thank you” he whispered. She nodded softly.
“Y/n?”
She looked up at him, as he gently brushed his lips against hers. She shook her head no in protest. Dave held her face gently.
“What?” he whispered.
“Can’t.” she mumbled.
“Why not?” he questioned.
She looked at her hands.
“I can't worry about you the way I do my sister and my dad.” she whispered.
Dave frowned.
“You don’t have to-“
“Yes I do. I worried about you for hours when you didn’t call back. I can't.” she mumbled. Dave licked his lips.
“You know you could’ve called. Mindy lives for this shit.” Y/n said. Dave grinned.
“Please can i kiss you?” Dave asked. Y/n said nothing to protest, giving his question a yes. Dave pressed his lips against hers softly.
She placed the washcloth down beside her, using her now free hands to pull her body closer to his, placing another hand on his shoulder. Their connection was quickly interrupted by a loud knocking. Y/n groaned, walking away to open the door, as Dave heaved, pulling himself up and hiding beside her bed, out of view of anyone at the door. She opened it to reveal her little sister.
“What?” she asked. Mindy pulled out a few dvd cases, showcasing the films to her older sister.
“Want to have a movie marathon,I can make-“
“Not right. I’m busy.” she said with a short temper. Her tone was mean, she had to admit, but it got the point across to her now frowning sister.
“Oh....okay...” she muttered. Y/n frowned as she began walking away.
“Hold on wait. I’m sorry. I would but I have homework. Maybe tomorrow?” she suggested. Mindy's smile was instantly replenished across her face as she nodded in agreement, slipping down the hallway. y/n closed the door softly, turning back to Dave, who crawled onto her bed, smirking.
“Can I join?” he asked. she rolled her eyes.
“Sure, Mindy would love that.” she said, sitting beside him. He smiled, throwing an arm around her shoulder with a sigh.
“What happened?” she asked once again.
“Just some muggers. nothing too bad.” he said. Y/n nodded.
“Want me to drive you back to your house?” she whispered, setting her head in his neck.
“Not really....” he replied. She smiled.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
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To All The Men I’ve Fucked Before ; (M) jjk
↣ When your secret 'sex' journal entries are somehow texted to the people they were written about, including a couple of coworkers and your best friend, you find your quiet work existence turned upside down. based off of TATBILB.
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↳ #NetflixReImaginedBTS: Jeon Jungkook x Reader starring in a fake dating au, photographer!JK, stylist!Reader
⟢ pairing: photographer!jungkook x stylist!reader
⟢ word count: 30.7k
⟢ genre + warnings: nsfw 18+, fake relationship, smluff © & angst, kissing, fluffy fake relationship cuteness, jealousy, jungkook needs help with feelings, clothed humping, explicit sexual content in the form of unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, body worship, cunnilingus, fingering, handjob, hickies, blowjob, creampie, begging, strip tease if you squint, baby petname, crying, feelings of heartbreak, oh did i mention angst? namkook fist fight, minimal arguing, minimal blood, other idols make brief appearances, OT7 is present
⟢ summary: When your secret 'sex' journal entries are somehow texted to the people they were written about, including a couple of coworkers and your best friend, you find your quiet work existence turned upside down. based off of the netflix film and novel by jenny han, but different.
⟢ an: hello, hello! this is probably my favorite story to date that i’ve written and the longest one shot! I am so grateful to everyone who helped me by reading this (most are not on tumblr), but especially my baby hana, @taestulip, who always reads and hypes me up. the movie/book series it’s based off of is honestly one of my faves, and turning it into an adult version was a lot of fun! I know i took out some characters and changed a lot of the plot devices, but for good reason, as it is it’s own novel, I did not want to encroach on that territory. fake dating au’s are some of my absolute faves and so i hope you enjoy this! sorry for the length, sksksks.
⟢ prologues: NJ & Reader | Love Triangle (coming soon) |
The large glass building was located on the corner of the block, in the heart of the city. A sight to see from all corners of the downtown area, you loved that you worked at BigHit Music. Of course, housing the globally recognized idol duo, SeoulM8, made working there fun. You walked into the building, and swiped your badge as you made your way through the secured entrance and up the elevator to your office.
The gold plaque on your door highlighted your name and position. To this day you’re still in awe to see your name engraved in sans serif with the words “Lead Wardrobe Stylist” written beneath it. You entered the office, flipping on the lights and smiling at the large board along the back wall. It was covered with the designs you would need for the upcoming shoot for SeoulM8’s fan content, first single off their newest album, and plans for the concert wardrobe as well.
Placing your empty insulated coffee tumbler on your desk, you set down all of your belongings, organizing your design tablet, notebook, and favorite writing utensils before once again taking the tumbler in hand. A cup of coffee would be perfect to start your busy Monday before your meeting with Jimin and Taehyung about their wardrobe later today.
Walking into the employee lounge area, you set about making your coffee. Others walked in and out, dropping off packed lunches and grabbing coffee as well, so you can’t help but hear the gossip as two of the women who work with SeoulM8 discuss the latest office drama.
“I can’t believe it. She broke up with him!” Becca said, her colorful pixie cut swaying slightly as she shook her head.
“She’s crazy, Jungkook is gorgeous; have you seen his thighs?” Theresa responded, twirling her dark purple curls in wonder.
You stirred in the caramel creamer slowly, listening to their conversation. Jeon Jungkook and Jeon Somin (no relation) had been dating for almost as long as you could remember. It was surprising to hear that they were broken up.
“Somin is really pretty too, though, she could have any guy… What if that’s what it was?”
“You think someone better than Jungkook came along and wooed her?”
“I mean… I swore I heard a rumor that she went out on a date with one of the actors, but who knows. All we know for sure is that Jungkook is single.”
Finishing your coffee, you closed the lid to your favorite cup and left the room, smiling politely to Becca and Theresa who provided you with the information that had your head reeling. The entire walk back to your office, and even once you were seated at the desk, you couldn’t stop thinking about Jungkook and Somin.
Somin was one of the first friends you made at BigHit School for Music and Artists when you transferred in after completing your AA requirements at another university. BHSMA operated differently than traditional universities, converting students to employees at the company associated with the school. It was where you met Jungkook, Jimin, and a few other people that you worked closely with at the company. After that first year though, you grew apart from some of the people you spent that entire first year with, making new friends, like the one walking in through your office door.
So lost in thoughts of the past, you almost knocked over your perfectly made coffee onto your design tablet, where you had been sketching aimlessly. A dimpled smile was the cause of your quickly beating heart, complimenting the face of Namjoon, who startled you when he called your name loudly.
“Joon, I swear, one day, you will be the death of me, and my electronics.”
“Listen, you dropped your phone all on your own, no one told you to be scared when I walked into the room.”
“Stop being so fucking loud when you enter, you startle people!”
He just laughed, his pretty eyes disappearing as he expelled joy. Namjoon was glowing, his tanned skin looking healthy and youthful. You couldn’t help but smile at him as he pushed his falling platinum hair out of his dark eyes and set his gaze on you.
“I think I’m gonna do it today, Y/N.”
You froze, smile still on display, but a little less enthusiastic than when he had first walked in.
“Do it?” You asked, wary as you saw his hand drift to his inside coat pocket.
“I love her, Y/N. I think I’m gonna ask her to be mine, always.” Namjoon removed a small velvet box from his pocket and you reached for it, hand trembling slightly. Namjoon, in his excitement, was oblivious to the way you shook, as well as the sound of your heart splintering. “Do you think Jennie will like it?”
Looking at the ring tucked into the box, you nodded, not trusting your voice. Of course Jennie would. It was beautiful. A rose gold band with an opulent Moonstone set in the middle, and two smaller diamonds set on either side. You knew that the moonstone was Joon’s favorite, he talked about how much he loved the moon countless late nights that you would sit with him in his studio.
“It’s gorgeous, Namjoon.” You said quietly. This time, he noticed the tremble of your voice, and stood worriedly from where he was perched on the corner of your desk.
“Whoa, what’s wrong?” He asked you, concerned by your demeanor.
“Nothing, I’m just so happy for you.” You lied, tilting your head back to blink away the forming tears. Believing you, he enveloped you into a hug and you hugged him back tightly, afraid to let go.
“Ah, you have a meeting soon and I’m here making you cry… I’ll see you after and tell you how it went! Good luck, Y/N!”
Namjoon exited your office, footsteps light as he headed towards his future… and away from you. Sinking into your chair, you take several steadying breaths in order to settle your heart. Why did it hurt so much? You had given up on the idea of you and Namjoon a long time ago. This wasn’t what you expected to have to deal with when you arrived to work, but you were a professional. Wiping your smudged eyeliner to clean up your makeup, you looked down at your design tablet, where you see the sketch of a professional camera held by a large hand up to a large doe eye half finished on your screen.
Hitting the “new” button, you begin to draw anew on a clean canvas creating the concept for the concert design for your meeting with SeoulM8 later on.
—
Sitting at home, you massaged the soles of your feet as you rested on your couch with your younger sister, Yuna, who was doing her homework at the coffee table. It had been a long day, but Jimin and Taehyung loved your idea for their concert concept: young guys traveling Seoul for group songs, and angelic, soft individual images of them with feathered outfits to match their solo songs.
“Yuna… Namjoon is getting engaged today.”
Your sister stopped working, turning to look at you with eyes wide. She had been diligently studying for the cosmetology courses she was taking at your alma mater in hopes of getting hired at the same company as you. This news threw her off track.
“What? He—wait, what?”
You nodded, letting out a deep sigh as you turned towards the floor to ceiling windows in the living room. Rain was steadily falling, the perfect backdrop to your mood.
“Both of our dreams are shattered. He showed me the ring and said he was proposing today. To Jennie.”
Yuna flung herself onto the couch dramatically.
“Can we please drink to drown our sorrows? This homework can wait.”
You nodded, turning on Netflix before getting up to grab the wine and glasses. While you stood on tiptoe at the edge of the counter, reaching up into the tall cabinet for the long stemmed glasses, the doorbell to your apartment rang.
“I’ll get it!” Yuna yelled, and so you clambered onto the counter, knees digging into the marble as you finally managed to reach your goal.
“Oh! Namjoon?”
You almost slipped from where you were perched, confused as to why your newly engaged best friend would be loudly squelching his tennis shoes into your apartment and not ravishing his fiancee. You expected a text or call about the engagement, not a personally delivered update.
You wouldn’t be able to pretend this time.
Turning to look at the entryway, you see a downtrodden and sopping wet Namjoon, eyes rimmed red from crying.
“Joonie?” Your voice was soft, questioning. He maneuvered across the kitchen with just three big steps and pulled you into his arms. His body slotted between your thighs where you sat on the counter after almost falling, and he let loose a sob that broke your heart even more than earlier.
“Joon, what happened?” You asked, scared.
“J-Jennie… she said no.” Your eyes widened in shock, but you waited patiently for him to continue. “She’s moving to Japan, she took that expansion position… She broke up with me.”
—
It was a long night to say the least. 2 wine glasses turned into 3 once Namjoon had shown up. You grabbed some of his spare clothes for him to change into, threw his stuff in the washer, and joined Yuna and him back in the living room where they had both curled up and began watching The Start Up on Netflix.
Climbing onto the couch, you wrapped your arm around him and placed your head on his shoulder. He kissed your forehead before settling in to watch TV, and you couldn’t help the way your heart reacted to it. He had always been affectionate with you during your time as best friends, though it had lessened some the more serious he and Jennie became. The difference now was that this time, he was single. A part of you hoped it could mean more in the future.
By episode 2, Namjoon was asleep on Yuna’s shoulder; no surprise considering how tired he must have been. He had cried on his way to your apartment, and the last of his tears onto your shirt when he arrived. Luckily, you hadn’t yet changed out of your own work clothes, so when you grabbed his garments, you took the opportunity to change into a spaghetti strap tank and sweatpants for couch cuddling. You turned off the TV as you untangled yourself from him, stretching as he roused slightly from your movements.
“Don’t you two just look like the sweetest couple,” you say yawning, gently teasing your sister who was beet red from your words. Her crush on Namjoon was nothing new, but not something she wanted him to know about. She already knew she was too young for him; seen as nothing more than his best friend’s little sister. A part of Yuna was jealous that you had better chances with him than she did.
“Shut it!” Her whisper is harsh, but Namjoon slept on, unaware of the sisterly teasing. “I already know you’re gonna write all about this in your sex book!”
You rolled your eyes, having forgotten about your old journal that you kept. You just shrugged, leaning down to gently wake Namjoon so you can put him to bed.
“Come on sleepy… Let’s get up and go to bed okay?”
His large frame shuffled across the living room and down the hallway to your room. You heard him plop heavily on your bed, probably already asleep without having pulled back the covers. You put the empty wine glasses into the sink and straightened up the living room a tiny bit before you went to your room as well.
Not yet ready for bed, you sat at your desk with the small lamp on, staring at the old journal your sister reminded you about. The image on the front is faded; you can barely make out what it used to be as you’ve covered it with doodles and stickers that are peeling at the edges. Opening it, you turned through the pages, taking in the lengthy entries about the boys you’ve slept with, starting with the one you lost your virginity to.
Your finger grazed across the fancy calligraphy where you wrote his name at the top in a purple gel pen in. Jeon Jungkook. You laughed at the way you wrote about him, first describing him as a person before giving the intimate details of the experience, and finally ending it with a brief message of what you had wanted to say to him. Your eyes scanned the page, certain sentences catching your attention as you read it.
“...and the way he held my neck when he first entered me, I think I’m in love.”
“He said it was his first time too. Does this mean something?”
“Jungkook, having you as my first… I want you to be my last. You looked at me as if the galaxies were reflected in my eyes. I want to feel the way you make me feel all the time. I hope that this does change things between us, but in a good way.”
You cringe a little, remembering how it didn’t turn out that way. Instead, after that night 5 years ago, you didn’t talk to Jungkook for a couple of days due to exam week. You texted him after your last test and he told you to come over; he wanted to talk to you about something too. But when you went to his dorm to see him and confess, you found him with Somin, your best friend at the time. They weren’t doing anything outrageous, just sitting on his twin bed in his dorm room talking, but you heard what she was saying through the door that was cracked.
Somin was confessing. You had no idea that she liked him too. It made your heart tight knowing that he had slept with you a week prior, and now your best friend was confessing to him. To be fair, neither of you had told the other about your feelings towards him. So instead of walking in and telling him how you felt, you left. He had texted you later asking what happened to you coming over but you lied, saying you had gotten busy.
On the last day of the semester, Somin shared that she was dating Jungkook. Shocked and heartbroken, you wasted no time packing up your dorm for the summer and traveling home. Phone calls, texts, and plans to meetup became less frequent between your group of friends over the following semester until they eventually stopped. Did you stop talking to Jungkook and Somin… or was it them that stopped talking to you?
Turning the pages, you move on from the thoughts of the photographer and stop at the next blank page. Grabbing a blue gel pen from the cup on your desk, you write with flair.
Kim Namjoon.
How do I even begin to express how I feel about you? God, you make my heart flutter. I met you at a time when I needed someone. You were the bane of my existence at first, blasting your loud music from the apartment under mine. Going to yell at you turned out to be the best thing. You turned out to be the best thing. Of course, you had just started going out on dates with Jennie and you would be graduating a year ahead of me, but I knew that we would stay best friends. I mean, most BHSMA students intern at and get hired by the company. So for the longest time, I hid my feelings from you. That one night, before you and Jennie were exclusive… when we had sex, I thought my heart would burst. I never wanted a man so badly before that night. You are the moon in my sky, Kim Namjoon. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? What other being could wrap me in love from beginning to end? Tonight you have just lost your moon. I am a terrible person because a part of me is happy to not be losing her moon. So now, I will climb into bed next to your sleeping body and hold you close as we sleep, and pray when the morning comes, in the light of the day, you will open your eyes and see me—the faint moon in the sky that has always been there for you. Maybe you will finally see me—and decide you want me too.
Setting the pen down, you reach for your phone. In your slightly drunken state, you decided to take pictures of each entry, in order to move these to a more secure environment and take your journal digital. You snapped a picture of each page (not that there were many) before you checked your phone for messages and plugged it in. You left your room to shut down all the lights now that Yuna was finished putting away her stuff and making her way to bed as well.
“Hey, can I grab an extra notebook from your stash? I need to finish taking these notes on mixing hair colors.”
“Sure, it’s under the desk in the blue bin.”
She nodded and you continued past her, double checking the door to make sure it was locked before moving to throw Namjoon’s clothes into the dryer. Once satisfied that the house was in order, you went to your room. Yuna was standing over your desk, eyes reading your latest entry into the journal.
“Yuna! Get out!”
“This is beautiful though, he should see it. You need to tell him how you feel!”
You shook your head.
“No. He just got his heart broken. It’s not the time to tell him.”
“You’re stubborn,” she whispered back at you, “you’re gonna lose him again!”
“Then that’s how it was destined to be. But I am not taking advantage of his vulnerable state.”
“You’re gonna be single forever. Spending every night with your baby sister, drinking wine because all the men you have ever loved have moved on!”
“Go to bed, Yuna!”
She shrugged as she walked out of the room, knowing that she was right. Deep down, a part of you felt like she was right too.
Climbing into bed, you struggled to lift the covers over Namjoon’s slumbering frame before it pulled free and you could cover the two of you. As you settled into the bed next to him, he instinctively wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to his chest in his sleep.
You knew that his dreams were imagining Jennie in his arms instead.
—
That next morning, you checked Namjoon’s phone for his calendar. Having known him for several years, you know his passcode and that he keeps his work schedule exclusively on his cell. Typing in the code, 0613, you saw that his calendar stated that he didn’t need to go to the office until around noon.
Lucky, you thought, eyeing the time on the phone. It was a little past 6:45am, and you had to wake your sister for her hands-on class before you got ready for the day.
“Yuna! It’s almost 7,” you say as you knocked on her door and heard a muffled response. You headed back to your room and chose your outfit, knowing that the day would be busy and long with the concept photoshoot for SeoulM8 starting today. Choosing your outfit wisely, you climbed into the shower a few minutes later and spent at least a half hour just trying to cure the small hangover from the wine.
Once dressed, you found Yuna packing her bag for class. It was getting close to 8, which is the latest that you could leave to be at work on time, so you wrote a quick note to Namjoon and ran back to leave it on the bed. His hand snaked out of the covers just as you were pulling your hand back, a gentle grip to your wrist holding you there.
“Y/N, thank you for last night.” His voice is like a bullfrog’s croak, and you chuckled.
“Let me get you some water and some pain meds, okay? And of course Joonie, I’m here for you.” You leaned onto the bed with one knee, smoothing his hair back from his face once he’s released your wrist. “Always.”
Pressing your lips to his warm forehead, he pulled you down onto the bed with a hug and you can’t help but laugh.
“I’ve got to go! I’ll see you later, okay?” He nodded before he grips your neck, bringing his lips to your forehead this time. His lips linger longer than usual, and you shut your eyes at the tenderness of his kiss.
“Go back to sleep, now.” You pulled away from him, going to grab the medicine and water before you and Yuna leave the apartment.
—
You made it to work with extra time to make your coffee, so after you dropped off all of your extra stuff, you grabbed your tumbler and work tablet with all of your drawn designs for today’s shoot and made your way through the busy halls to the employee lounge. Today, the door was propped open for ease as it was a busier day in the building.
You stood at the counter, stirring in the caramel creamer that you loved, when you felt a presence enter the room behind you.
“Y/N.”
Turning lazily, you cocked your eyebrow at Jungkook, who was standing awkwardly behind you. He had kicked the doorstop, allowing the door to close so that the two of you stood alone in the small staff kitchen. His hands were tucked into his joggers, while a white button down hung loosely from his frame.
“Whats up JK?” You asked, expecting him to address something about the shoot. You hadn’t yet seen the men you were to dress, so you couldn’t fathom he was here to complain already about the costuming. “If it’s about the wardrobe, I haven’t even seen Tae or Jimin yet, so—”
“Actually, no. Um,” he rubbed the back of his neck before making eye contact with you, “I know that when we had sex that one time, it was great—”
Instantly, alarm bells went off in your head. What the actual fuck was Jungkook doing talking about the night you lost your virginity to each other?
“—but I just... don’t feel the same way that you do about me. You know? That was years ago, and yeah while it was just as good for me as it was for you, I’m not in love with you or anything, I just broke up with Somin too, so—”
“Jungkook! Wait—what are you talking about?”
“The text you sent me.”
“Jungkook, I haven’t texted you in weeks.” You looked down at the phone you had pulled out of the back pocket of your ripped black jeans, and opened up the messages. You noticed his text thread was now at the top. “Wait, what?”
Opening his specific thread you see the screenshot of the page from your journal that you took last night, sent to him. How the fuck did this happen? In your drunken state, did you send it to him? You begin to ramble as you throw the spoon in the sink with a loud clunk and begin screwing the lid on the coffee.
“Jungkook, stop. That was from a long time ago, it’s not recent at all, oh my god. I am so sorry you had to read that—you know what, I’m just gonna head to the set now. Okay, bye!” You breezed past him, feet carrying you out of the employee lounge with a swiftness. Once back in your office you stared at the horrid message, outraged at yourself for your drunken antics.
Drunk you must really hate sober you.
—
Work was just as hectic as you thought it was going to be. After the most embarrassing morning, you were summoned right away to a last minute meeting with Jimin and Tae, where you made minor changes to their wardrobe.
“Y/N, you were always good at this in school, but damn. You are amazing now.” Jimin stared at you reflected in the mirror after you had turned his outfit into something fit for the concept with a few movements of the material that wrapped his body. Park Jimin, one of the few people you were still somewhat close with from that first year of school, was now a big shot idol, and one-half of SeoulM8. Kim Taehyung, his best friend, was the other part of the duo. He had met him after everyone split off after that first year. Going by the stage names Jimin and V, the two had met in their vocal lesson classes when Taehyung had switched his major, and BigHit saw potential in them.
You walked with Jimin towards the set of the photo shoot, one of the bigger production rooms today due to the use of the second level. They would be posing next to a hole in the floor, feathers falling around them. Taehyung was already antsy to get started, and was playing around with Somin, who was one of the group’s managers, while he waited for Jimin to arrive back to the set. Now, it looked like the only person missing was the photographer.
Walking to the fold out table set up at the back wall, you heard your phone chime. Opening to your messages, you saw a text from someone you hadn’t talked to in a while.
“Seo Joon?” You question quietly to yourself, but before you could even read the message, you saw a similarly embarrassing photo above his reply.
“Oh God, oh God...” You clicked out of his message thread, ignoring the reply because you honestly didn’t care. What you actually cared about was if you had somehow sent the most recent entry of your journal to the last person on Earth who was ready to read it. Namjoon.
“Fuck. Oh no. Oh no.” Sitting there, you saw the message clear as day with the small read receipt that it indeed had been read by him. The door to the set opened and Jungkook came waltzing through with his assistant. Before the door had a chance to swing closed all the way, you saw Namjoon’s form enter the room.
“Alright, let’s get started!” Jungkook’s voice was loud and called everyone’s attention except for Namjoon. His eyes were on you. He beelined your way, and you readied yourself to apologize to him, but before either of you could say anything, Jungkook interrupted.
“Hey Joon, good to see you hyung! I’m so sorry though, we got a closed set and need to get started… tight time schedule and all.”
“I just need to talk to Y/N.”
Jungkook took in Namjoon’s demeanor; eyes red, hair disheveled, voice wobbly. It was so unlike Namjoon to look this way that Jungkook looked at you before speaking. Your expression was confusing to Jungkook, as he knew Namjoon was your best friend. Your eyes were wide in fear with tears forming… when you didn’t say a word, Jungkook took charge. A part of him saw that fear in your eyes and wanted to protect you.
“Look Joon-hyung, normally I wouldn’t mind, but we need Y/N on set the entire time today. Wardrobe is important for concept photos, you can understand right? Maybe at break time or something?”
Namjoon nodded as Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist and he led you away from the table and back towards where the staging was set. When you finally chanced a look back, you saw the assistants leading Namjoon and a few other non-essential workers out of the room. Everyone else on set had watched the exchange between the three of you, including Somin. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the way Jungkook’s fingers curled around your frame.
At break time, you hid out, avoiding Namjoon who had, reluctantly, waited several hours until break was called. He would have to go into the studio soon, which you knew since you saw his calendar, and after the short 30 minute break, Jungkook retrieved you from the small side room you were hiding in when they resumed the next set of shots using black leather and wings.
The shoot kept your thoughts off of the incident, as you so aptly decided to call it in your head, until it was time to leave. You walked out with a large group, stealthily making it to your office. You sat on the floor with your back to the door, reviewing how many received these drunken messages of yours, happy to see that only 3 actually went through, since most of them were no longer in your phone anymore or had changed their numbers.
Park Seo Joon, an ex from your second year at BHSMA, had moved to Japan for work, and while he did respond, he figured it was a mistake and as the smart person he was, he noticed the date in the corner and was aware that it was old. You breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have avoided that potentially awkward scenario.
Hearing your phone ping, you checked the message and saw it was Jungkook. A series of messages came in from him, and you read them in succession.
Shaking your head, you stand, grabbing the white outfits from the rack an assistant had brought in earlier after the set change. Throwing them over your arm, you head off to the set in a rush, shooting back a quick text to let him know you were coming.
Most everyone from earlier was back on set, expressions showcasing various stages of irritation. You handed the clothing to an unusually quiet Somin, and lifted your now free arm to wave at the artists. Somin walked away, throwing quiet looks over at you and Jungkook, who you were standing near now that you had approached the table. Jungkook was leaning on that same table, arms crossed as he reviewed the printout of what was needed.
“You know they sent us an updated list 2 hours after we started shooting? While we were all here, they thought that we could somehow read their minds. Then when I uploaded and sent the file over to have them double check, they responded that we had to finish it tonight.”
“It’s annoying for sure, JK, but you know Jimin and Tae will deliver. Once they’re dressed I bet we’ll be done in like 15 minutes, max.”
He nodded, smiling at your optimism.
“Hey, are you gonna tell me what earlier was about? With Namjoon hyung?”
You froze, not expecting the question, but you were saved from having to answer right then, since Namjoon walked in at that moment. It was too late for you to go anywhere; you were standing too close to the door, trapped between the table and Namjoon, who looked hurt. Jungkook read the situation and took several steps away to give you some privacy with Namjoon.
“You’ve been avoiding me all day. After that message—did you think that I wouldn’t read it? I just broke up with Jennie, Y/N, it’s… I’m not… You can’t just say this shit to me right now.”
“Namjoon—I didn’t mean to, I was drunk and I promise you it’s not what you think, I don’t feel that way, okay?” You try and take it all back, wishing more than anything that he hadn’t read what you had written the previous night.
“You don’t feel that way? Are you kidding me? I read it!”
“No, I don’t feel that way, okay? I’m with someone else.” You lied. You hoped that he would buy it.
“Y/N, I’m your best friend. Don’t you think I would know?”
“Yeah, you're my best friend, but you and Jennie are always together, it’s been forever since we actually caught up, so yes, it’s recent okay?”
“Who are you dating then?”
You say the first name that popped into your head. The person closest to you.
“Jeon Jungkook.”
“I don’t believe it.” His words come out harsh, and a part of you, the part that already feels like shit because Namjoon chose to be with Jennie a couple of years ago, lashes out in hurt.
“Why? Cause someone like him could never date someone like me?”
“Yes, Y/N. You guys are too different!” His voice was getting louder, and you knew that you had to do something in order to get him to believe your lie. So you do the only thing you can think of in your heated state. You take the several steps needed to cross the space between you and Jungkook, who looked up from where he was absorbed into his phone.
“You ready?” he asked, looking down at your small frame.
“Yeah baby, I’m ready.” Your hand snaked behind his head, and firmly grasping his neck, you leaned up on tiptoes as you pulled his mouth toward yours. You kissed him, and in his surprise, his free hands gripped your waist and he pulled you closer to him, before you were separating from him, slightly breathless. His grip tightened before it rested gently on your hip and you settled back onto your heels.
You see the back of Namjoon’s coat trail behind him as he disappeared out the doors, pulling them shut loudly behind him.
You look back up at Jungkook, whose fingers squeeze your sides quickly to grab your attention.
“You’re definitely gonna have to explain after that kiss... baby.”
—
Later that evening, you sat with Jungkook in his car. A black Mercedes Benz GT63S to be exact, with dark grey leather and a small bit of wood grain along the spacious dashboard. Your fingers trailed along the wood grain as you explained to Jungkook what happened, starting with the accidental drunk text messages, leading up to the reason behind your kiss.
“So now what?” Jungkook asks, looking sideways over at you.
“I don’t know. I feel so stupid.”
“Look, Y/N… I think this could be mutually beneficial.”
You meet his eyes, a look of incredulity across your face.
“Please explain Jeon.”
“Look, earlier when I stepped in and kicked hyung off set, Somin was already eyeing the way we were behaving. She may or may not have texted me about it. Of course, I told her we were broken up, so she didn’t need to concern herself with my business. And then, when we came back to set, she made a face when they asked me to text you to come back too.” He smirked.
“I may or may not have peeped it, and may or may not have used it to my advantage. Of course, you kissing me definitely helped.” He glanced down at his phone as it lit up. Once again a message from Somin tiled above 17 other messages from her. He had been actively ignoring them while the two of you talked.
“So I say that we date.”
“We what?”
“Date. I can teach Somin a lesson about how to treat me and you can keep hyung off your back.”
“Teach Somin? I thought she broke up with you?”
“It was mutual. But this always happens. And I for one am tired of the back and forth. So this can teach her that other people want me, and I can move on, or she can stop with the drama and we stop breaking up every other week.”
You nodded. It sounded like a feasible plan, and you told him as much.
“So it’s agreed. We’re now together.”
“Not so fast, Jeon… I think we should have a backstory, get some things straight, set some rules.”
“Rules, Y/N? You sure know how to take the fun out of it.”
You rolled your eyes.
“When did we start dating?” you asked, ignoring his snide comment.
“We got together… at the beginning of the week. Somin and I broke up 2 weeks ago, though we didn’t make it public because she always does this shit...” he trailed off, before smiling back at you. “So yeah, let’s say we’ve been talking here and there everytime me and Somin would break up, and then we went on a couple dates during that first week we broke up and made it exclusive this week.”
You commit this to memory, then pull out your tablet and begin jotting it down with the stylus.
“Okay, so this is new, but we’ve been on each other’s radar for a bit. I think that’s believable, especially since we’ve known each other just as long as you and Somin have. How do you plan to make her jealous? It has to seem real, you know?”
“Trust me, she already thinks this is real,” he nods to his phone again, now at 28 unread messages from Somin, “so I think something that we can do is start arriving together. Maybe do little things for each other that are cute coupley things, be seen together. Kiss at work. Maybe I can sleep over a few nights or you at mine?” He winks at you.
“I thought you didn’t see me that way, Jeon.” You looked down at the tablet, furiously scribbling what he said in order to avoid looking at him and showing the way he caused your cheeks to warm.
“I said I wasn’t in love with you, babe, not that I wasn’t interested in sleeping with you again.”
“Yeah, well that’s off the table Jeon. This isn’t real.”
He just wagged his eyebrows at you seductively, but you laughed and moved on from it, reviewing the list you wrote out.
You made sure to underline number seven so he could see it easily.
“And when does this end?” You asked.
“Um, I don’t know. I guess we just play it by ear. Let it be natural. Obviously not too early or too late, and it should be mutual. I mean, if Somin learns her lesson, we would obviously have to end things, but I don’t see that happening sooner than a month.”
“Okay,” you tilt your head, thoughtfully, “So we can re-examine this in like a month then.”
“So is this like a contract or what?” he jokes. “Want me to sign it?”
“Sure,” you say, playing along and offering him the stylus. He took it from your hand and signed his signature, and then handed you back the pen, gesturing for you to sign as well. You followed suit, a quiet chuckle as you saved the page to your tablet’s files.
“Wanna drive me home, boyfriend?”
—
Dating Jungkook was… interesting, to say the least. You were a little surprised when he texted you the next morning asking what your coffee order was, and you weren’t expecting him to be so punctual when he pulled up to your apartment. But as you and Yuna exited the apartment that morning, he was already parked at the curb, music a little too loud for the early morning transit, but you were thankful nonetheless.
“Why are you taking us?” Yuna asked in her very blunt manner. She, of course, had heard of Jungkook, more so due to your falling out with Somin, but Jungkook took her question in stride.
“Because I’m dating your sister.”
He handed you an iced caramel latte with a soft smile that you couldn’t help but return. Jungkook looked stunningly handsome, hair floofed to your desired preference and an all black outfit to match. His pants were the perfect fit to his well-toned body and the black bomber jacket gave him a bad boy edge that was softened by his doe eyes.
Yuna coughed, choking on her strawberry flavored poptart as you turned to look out the window. Yuna, seated behind you, hit the back of your seat.
“You’re dating him? And you didn’t tell me?”
“I wanted to be sure it was going to work out this time… He and his ex used to be on and off a lot and I didn’t want to tell you if they got back together.” You answer, mixing the truth into it.
“Ohhhh, I see. You a player Jeon? Gonna break my sister’s heart?” Yuna eyed him, pupils narrowed as they stared at him.
He cleared his throat, not expecting to have to defend himself against the small pitbull in the backseat.
“Not planning on it, Yuna.” Jungkook reached over and took your hand into his large one, interlocking your fingers before he kissed the back of your hand sweetly as he released the brakes and pulled off.
Walking into the BigHit building, Jungkook held the door open for you before placing his hand in the back pocket of your black skinny jeans as you walked to the elevator. You wore a black knit sweater that fell slightly off the shoulder, and you knew it looked like you two had coordinated outfits. His other hand held the strap of the backpack he had slung over his shoulder while you clutched your coffee and your bag.
You started to walk off towards your office once you made it to your floor, but Jungkook’s hand on your ass pulled you back towards him. He leaned down to your ear, whispering quietly.
“Where are you off too in such a hurry?”
“Um, my office… why?”
“Come with me to mine first, let me drop off my bag and I'll walk you back.”
“Oh-kay?”
Letting his pocketed hand guide you, you fell in step with him down the hallway. You passed several other people, including Jin, an actor signed to the company who was known for his gossip, who nodded their hellos to Jungkook before ducking their heads together or reaching for their phones. It felt like high school all over again. Jungkook removed his hand from the warmth of your ass in order to open his office door, to which he then pulled you inside. Closing the door, he backed you into it rather loudly. The windows in the door are frosted, but you knew that pressed to it like this, anyone who looked could see your outline against it.
Jungkook pushed his body into yours, lips following suit as his hands found purchase on your hips. He kissed you languidly, the mint from his toothpaste clashed with your coffee, though not unpleasant. You kissed him back, enjoying the feel of his soft pout as it glided to your neck. He wasted no time in latching on, suckling your neck for a few seconds before he pulled away with a loud smacking noise.
“I must say, we put on quite the show this morning. My roommate was out there, and he will definitely have everyone talking about our PDA.” He grinned, eyes still glued to your neck. “Once that hickey sets in, it will really be the talk of the town.”
You blinked, finally coming back to your senses. Of course. This was all a part of the plan. Jungkook stepped away from you, moving to put away his belongings in his office. You stepped away from the door, looking around as you willed your body to cool down. That kiss had been quite an experience, and you yourself had gotten carried away with the plan.
Turning on the spot, you notice all the different camera equipment lining the walls, the beautiful still photography of various buildings throughout the city, but the most surprising was a photo from the first year you had all met. The picture had you, Jungkook, Somin, Jimin, and a few other friends in it; smiles wide as you stood at the fairgrounds you attended, ferris wheel lighting up the sky behind you. You walked towards it, taking in how carefree you looked, arms wrapped around Jungkook’s waist and his arms thrown over your and Somin’s shoulders, who was making the peace sign with both hands at her eyes. Jimin was making a silly face, arm wrapped around Somin’s waist. Simpler times.
You moved on, turning to the small polaroid camera and you couldn’t help but grab it. Turning, you snapped a photo of Jungkook, who was caught off guard. You took the developing film from the camera and set it down on his desk as he smiled at you.
“Hmm, that’s a good idea. Let me take a few photos of you, I can place them around my office.”
You tried to reject his idea, but he takes the photos anyways, pinching your cheeks and tickling you until he gets what he wants. Finally, 6 clicks later, he stood next to you, facing the camera to the two of you before he said your name softly. You looked up at him, and he surprised you with a kiss. That 7th click captured a kiss, and he placed that one in the back of his phone case.
“You are such a… a lover, Jeon.” You say, pointing at his phone. He shrugged, ignoring your jab.
“It’s something Somin always wanted me to do�� I never did though. So seeing this will piss her off.”
You nodded, understanding. Everything he did had a purpose for getting at Somin in some way, shape, or form. You chided yourself that you would do well to remember that.
—
Lunch was a whole new ball game. Used to sitting with Namjoon and Jennie, or some of your assistants, you were now eating lunch with Jungkook, who ate in the employee cafeteria. You followed his request to meet him there and stood in the doorway lost until you heard his voice call out to you.
Noting his waving hand, you wove through the circular tables until you reached the one he was at with Jimin, Taehyung, Jin, and Yoongi, a producer friend that you knew through Namjoon.
All of the seats were taken, but before you could stand there looking out of place, Jungkook scooted his chair out and all but pulled you onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your clean scented perfume and strawberry shampoo.
“Get a room, JK.” Yoongi said, face contorted with a mock look of disgust.
“What? She’s just so cute and warm.” His fingers drifted towards the hem of your sweater and disappeared up into the material, cold fingers pressed against the soft skin of your belly and you shivered with a giggle, pushing his ice box hands away.
“You’re cold as fuck, Jesus Jeon! Were you hanging out in a freezer?”
“You could say that...” Taehyung laughed while elbowing Jimin, and you raised an eyebrow at them, wanting in on the joke, too.
“He was reviewing pictures with us and our managers.” Jimin clarified, and you nodded.
“I take it that Somin wasn’t very warm?” You asked, leaning more into Jungkook.
“Not at all,” Tae disclosed, “she was very icy, had a lot to say about our dear JK over here, didn’t she?”
“Nothing we haven't heard before.” Jimin answered, and the two laughed, but you didn’t find it all that funny. Hearing that Somin trash talked Jungkook to his friends while working didn’t sound like the kind of person anyone would want to date.
“Well she can talk shit all she wants, she’s just mad he’s moved on.” You defended, and are surprised to hear a quiet ‘thank you’ just for your ears as Jungkook tightened his hold briefly.
“I really dislike that girl,” Jin said, “I for one will be glad to not see her trashy ass around the apartment anymore. You are a breath of fresh air, Y/N.”
You smile shyly at Jin, enjoying how well everyone seemed to have welcomed you into their group.
“So, Y/N, we were just talking about the party Yoongi was throwing. He and Hobi live together, and they’re throwing a small rager this weekend. You’re coming with JK, right?”
Oh, this was not something you were expecting. You hadn’t gone to a party with co-workers in a long time…
“Um—”
“Of course she’ll be there, she’s coming with me. Right, babe?” Jungkook’s doe eyes looked up at you and you couldn’t say no. It’s not like you had plans anyways. You nodded and smiled at him, and he leaned into you, lips seeking yours in a quick kiss. You feel your body react to it, like it had been doing since this started, and pulled back before he could turn it X-rated.
“Okay, seriously you two, get a room.”
—
Standing in the mirror in your bedroom, you turned from side to side to take in your outfit. As a head wardrobe stylist, you had a pretty good sense of fashion, but liked to stick to basic pieces and blacks, dressing up your look with delicate jewelry or layered pieces.
Tonight was no different. With the beginnings of winter creeping in, you wanted to be comfortable in the weather once the sun set. You had on black sheer leggings that disappeared into a cute black skirt with thin white lines that had a revealing thigh split. Your top was an asymmetrical design, having one long sleeve and turning into a bandeau style on the other side. You paired it with black velvet boots that had crisp white laces, then finished the look with a matching set of simple dangling skinny diamond earrings, bracelet, and necklace.
Despite this thing with Jungkook being fake, you wanted him to still feel proud to showcase you on his arm at this party. People were already talking about the two of you, and tonight would fuel the gossip even more. You were nervous of course, knowing who typically attended these types of parties, but Jungkook had assured you that he would keep you safe tonight.
The polite knock on your bedroom door had you turn your head to the sound, a tossed “come in” over your shoulder to who you thought was Yuna, but revealed a very handsome looking Jungkook, who was in his typical all black attire. You stood there, body warming as you took in his height, broad shoulders, and long legs.
“Wow.”
His voice was low, but his eyes looked like they sparkled as he took you in.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Jeon,” you responded, reaching to grab your bag off of your bed.
Jungkook snapped out of the daze he was in and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“Let’s take a photo for the ‘gram.”
You nodded; for a second you thought he wanted to have a photo of you because you looked good. Posing in the mirror, he pulled you close by your waist and adjusted his phone to capture both of you in the frame. He took a few photos, switching poses slightly each time.
“Hey,” he said, gaining your attention. You turned to him, shocked when his lips met yours. You melt easily into the kiss, hearing the camera shutter click several times as you tangled tongues, his hand sliding from your waist to cup your butt and pull you closer. You were unable to stop the moan from his action, and when he pulled away, lips a bit fuller and pinker from kissing, he quirked his eyebrow at you, paired with his signature smirk.
“Y-You messed up my lip gloss,” you fake huffed, turning away from him to rummage through your bag to grab your gloss and reapply. Your attempt to avoid him from seeing the way he affected you didn’t go unnoticed, but Jungkook kept quiet on it.
“It was worth it, these pics are hot. Plus, you taste good. What flavor is that?”
“Strawberry,” you mumbled, still feeling the heat from the kiss warm your neck and face.
“Strawberry is slowly becoming my new favorite.”
—
Yoongi and Hobi knew how to throw a party. The music was playing at the perfect level that you could still hear people talking to you, a variety of alcoholic beverages were supplied in ample amounts, and several games were being held in various rooms of their home.
Currently, you were seated on the couch with a few other women from the office. Unfortunately, one of them was Somin. Across the room, your ‘boyfriend’ was engaged in a game of beer pong against Taehyung and Jimin. They had challenged him solo, citing he was good at everything and didn’t need a partner. As you watched him toss the small ping pong balls into the same cup, you knew their concern was right.
“Y/N, you and Jeon?” Seline, one of the girls seated next to you, asked suggestively.
“Yea,” you giggled, the cup of something or other making you a little... giggly.
“Color me a little surprised. He’s like, such a social butterfly, and you’re...”
“Oh, Y/N used to be a social butterfly, but she thought she was too good for us back in college.” Somin piped up.
Her statement caught you off guard. Somin was once your best friend, but when she started dating Jungkook, she had distanced herself from you, not the other way around.
“I never thought that. Some people act differently once they start dating people though. I never changed.” You sat back with a huff, crossing your arms. She ruined the buzz the alcohol had given you.
Seline leaned closer to you, interested to hear more. The other’s seated nearby also tuned in with interest.
“Oh, you knew them in college?”
You nodded, and Somin got up and walked away from the couch, seemingly annoyed at the attention you were getting for being Jungkook’s new girl.
You told the brief backstory of your friendship, leaving out the obvious part of losing virginities and finding out your best friend confessed to Jungkook when you were on your way to do the same thing, but ending it on good terms, saying that it was just the process of naturally growing apart.
Seline nodded, and you saw her eyes widen as she looked past you. Following her gaze, your eyes narrowed at the view. Somin was all over Jungkook. You weren’t exaggerating; both of her hands were holding on to him as if she was too drunk to maintain her balance. She was falling into his arms and he was holding her, one of his large hands pushing her hair back from her face and a look of concern etched upon his own.
Two feelings hit you at once. Nausea at the sight of him looking so tenderly at her, simultaneous with a boiling fury of jealousy that it wasn’t you.
“Looks like Somin wants him back.” Seline snickered towards the other girls, and you stood up abruptly. You made eye contact with Jimin, who’s eyes were unnaturally large as he registered the scene before him.
Jimin was relieved that Somin interrupted the end of the game so that he could escape before he had to drink more, but he also felt annoyed seeing her all over Jungkook. Jimin had been glad when Jungkook told him and Tae that he was done with Somin; even more glad when he heard that Jungkook started seeing you.
Back in college, Jimin was the only person, other than you and Jungkook, who knew what happened between you two. Both of you had confided in him your actions and feelings for one another. Color him surprised when he found out that Jungkook was not dating you, but instead your best friend, Somin. He wasn’t sure what happened but soon after, you stopped being around as much and Somin was around all the time.
Watching Somin pretend to be too drunk to function and fall all over Jungkook made Jimin purposefully search the room for you. Watching you stand, drink clutched in your hand, Jimin had a feeling something was about to happen.
The drink you were nursing was downed in its entirety within a single swallow. You were now several drinks in, and you were feeling the alcohol start to hit as you stood up fast. Pushing your shoulders back, you walked over towards your ‘boyfriend’, whose back was turned towards you, and slid your arm around his waist.
“Heyyy babe,” you leaned into his body, staking claim on Jungkook as you stared daggers at Somin. She had taken a few steps back when you had approached, but now, seeing the challenge in your eyes, she stepped closer once more.
“Ggukk-ah, I don’t feel so well...”
“Min,” Jungkook stepped out of your hold, hands moving to cup Somin’s face as she feigned weakness in her knees. The level of concern in his voice let you know exactly how he felt. You scoffed, not believing Jungkook would behave this way in front of everyone. He was the one who had came up with this idea for ‘mutual benefit’ and here he was fucking it all up.
“She’s fine, babe. She can handle her alcohol.” You felt yourself growing hotter, the alcohol actually having an effect on you, as it always had. Your increasing body temperature only made you more frustrated.
“Seriously Gguk, I’m getting so hot...” Somin reached for the hem of her shirt, and in one fell swoop she had exposed the lacey bra she wore underneath. You could hear people talking over the sound of the music, taking in the scene of a shirtless ex making a brazen show.
“Jungkook!” Your voice is no more than a harsh whisper, but he’s so scandalized at Somin’s action, the protective boyfriend in him coming out to aid in shielding her body from onlookers, he doesn’t hear you.
You hate the sick feeling bubbling in your stomach, unsure if it's from watching your ‘man’ flirt with his half naked ex or if it’s from the alcohol not sitting right with you.
Throwing the scene one last look, you turned on your heels and headed off to the kitchen for a bottle of water, or perhaps, another cup of something stronger.
Walking past him and Taehyung, Jimin caught sight of the look on your face before you blew past on your way towards the kitchen and he knew he should warn his friend.
“Jungkook, hey.. Jungkook!” Jimin yelled, his voice louder the second time he called his name.
Jungkook had been leaning towards Somin, hands cradling her face as he continued to speak quietly to her. When he looked up at Jimin, his face appeared slightly annoyed at the interruption as he was taking care of her.
“What, bro?”
“Um, your girlfriend? Y/N? She just went into the kitchen and she looked a little upset.” Jimin said, his face trying to communicate to Jungkook what it looked like that he was holding his ex that way and his new girlfriend had stormed off.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Jimin, can you?” Jungkook gestured his head towards the kitchen and Jimin thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.
“How about I take Somin and you go find Y/N? Your girlfriend. Remember?”
Jungkook paused for a millisecond before depositing Somin into Jimin’s arms. He made his way to the kitchen, where he found you engaged in taking shots with Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jin, the latter of which was shit talking Somin with a smile. When you felt his presence enter the kitchen, you ignored him, gesturing for your now fourth shot in as many minutes.
Sensing the tension, Yoongi decided against more shots, instead leading Hobi and Jin out of the kitchen, much to Jin’s complaints of having to be around the ‘trashy tramp’. The three headed back to the party, a bottle tucked under Yoongi’s arm as Hobi carried the shot glasses out.
“We were enjoying our new friend, JK. Stop keeping her to yourself,” Jin said with a drunken glare.
Sighing audibly, you turned to walk out of the kitchen but Jungkook’s grasp on your wrist stopped you.
“Hey, why are you ignoring me like this?” He asked, confusion tinting his voice.
“Um, maybe because you’re supposed to be dating me and you were too busy with Somin to remember you even had a girlfriend.” You said back harshly, spitting the words at him with such vehemence you wobbled precariously on your heels.
“Come here.” Jungkook said, dragging you behind him through the bodies in the hallway until you had made it into one of the unoccupied back bedrooms. Shutting the door, he turned to you as he dragged his hand through his hair. The action only made him more handsome, tousled hair falling gently to frame his face.
“Look, it’s... complicated with Somin right now.”
“I get that you’re trying to teach her a lesson, see if you want to be with her or whatever, but not at my expense. You said mutually beneficial. Making me look like your second choice and embarrassing me does not benefit me.”
During your speech, you poked him in the chest several times, the alcohol starting to take its effect on you. Stumbling slightly, Jungkook caught you to steady you, keeping his hands on your waist. The warmness of his palms felt nice as he helped keep you balanced.
“You’re right, Y/N. I’m sorry. Like I said, it’s complicated. We dated for a long time. I still care for her. She’s... been making this difficult.”
“Oh? Difficult how? By faking being drunk so you can take care of her?”
“She’s a lightweight, that’s not fake,” he defended.
You were once close enough with Somin to know that she was not a lightweight, since she had been drinking at parties since she was 14; her earlier interaction was indeed, all an act.
“Whatever, Jungkook. So what is she doing that’s so difficult?” you asked, cutting him a look of narrowed eyes until he answered you.
He walked backwards, tugging you gently along until he was seated on the bed. You stood between his parted knees, waiting patiently for his answer. Realizing you weren’t going to drop it, he rubbed the back of his neck gingerly.
“She’s, you know.. She still texts me all the time, saying shit and sending pics and stuff. She says she wants me back, but I just,” he looked up at you, his doe eyes unable to hide his emotions.
“I don’t know if I believe it. I want to. But she’s hurt me, and I’m tired of it. I want her to feel how I felt.”
Your ire towards him faded as he opened up to you. Cupping his face gently, you leaned in and rubbed his nose with yours softly back and forth.
“You’re amazing Jungkook. Until tonight, you’ve treated me like a princess the entire week we’ve been dating. But she won’t learn if you give in. You’ve got me now, okay? When she texts you, text me instead. Don’t entertain her. She’ll think I’m not enough for you if you keep responding, and that doesn’t show her you can move on.”
You had sunk into him the whole time you talked to him, and he shifted your body so you were now straddled over his lap, head resting on his shoulder. You yawned sleepily, the loss of the anger leaving you feeling the tired effects of the alcohol. Unlike Somin, you were a lightweight, and 3 shots was over your limit.
As you got comfortable on Jungkook, he thought over what you said, smoothing your hair carefully.
“You’re right. You always were so smart in school... ” Jungkook said, and you nodded your head on his shoulder in agreement, humming an affirmative.
“Let’s get you home though, you’re halfway to passing out anyways.” Pulling out his phone, he ordered an Uber. He held you like that, your strawberry scent surrounding him until the Uber driver was outside. His hands gripping you under your thighs, he stood up and carried you out of the party, nodding bye to his friends and hosts of the party.
Placing you into the Uber, he climbed in after you and you curled into his lap, seeking his warmth in your drunken half-slumber. Jungkook chuckled, noticing the way his chest reacted to the action but ignored it. This was an arrangement, you seeking him out wasn’t real, and your anger earlier wasn’t jealousy, he told himself. You were worried about being embarrassed. He still loved and wanted to get back with Somin, right?
As he looked down at you in his lap, enjoying the weight of you pressed against his body, he wasn’t so sure.
“This the correct address, sir?” The Uber driver asked, verifying with Jungkook once he shut the SUV door.
“Yea, both of us are headed there.”
—
The weekend passed by fast. Waking up at Jungkook’s place Sunday morning had been a little shocking, but his bed was soft and clean, and smelled of him. You had snuggled deeper into the sheets until he woke you up to go get breakfast and get his car from Yoongi’s place. He detailed to you what had transpired to you being in his bed, expressed that he had not taken advantage of you, per rule number 7, plus the basic concept of consent, and promised to take you home as soon as Jin was awake and could take the two of you to go get his car.
He gave you some clothes to change into, and while you weren’t surprised to find he had jeans to fit you, neither one of you asked or shared the obvious: they were Somin’s. At least the shirt he gave you was his, and you also stole a hoodie to wear. December may have only just started a week ago, but the cold was pervasive.
Breakfast with him was fun. Getting to know Jungkook again was just as exhilarating as it had been the first time, during that first year at BHSMA. He had changed, but in a good way. More mature, but still playful. An adult who was a hotshot photographer, but still humble and considerate. How someone could be built like that and have such a big soft heart was beyond you.
The trip to get his car was slightly awkward, as Jin, Jungkook’s very nosy roommate, commented on how bad drunk sex must be with Jungkook if you were able to keep so quiet.
“Somin was always so loud, I swear she was exaggerating. No one’s dick is that good; sorry JK.”
Once Jin dropped the two of you off at Yoongi and Hobi’s, it ended up turning into hanging out with them for a bit, talking about work and your relationship with Jungkook. Hobi swooned with oohs and ahhs while Yoongi cringed, faking disgust at such a cute story, as was his trademark.
Jungkook apologized once the two of you escaped to his car, for both Jin being cringey, and for staying longer than anticipated with Yoongi and Hoseok, but you weren’t mad. You enjoyed meeting his friends and getting to know them. You were only a little concerned because Yoongi was also friends with Namjoon, who worked in the same department as him.
Jungkook turned to you before you climbed out of the car, not wanting to say goodbye just yet, but unable to think of a reason to get you to stay. Afterall, the relationship was fake.
“Hey, thanks for your advice last night.”
“Honestly, I barely remember what it was, but if it helped you, I’m glad.” You smiled at him, and he had to blink a few times to remember what else he wanted to say.
“So, um—I was thinking we could go on, like, a formal date Monday? After work? Monday should be a chill day. I know the comeback is planned for January, so going out sooner than later is best, right? Get it out of the way? That way we won’t forget, and we won’t be too busy with work to try and squeeze it in, and—”
Jungkook knew he was rambling, feeling nervous despite it being you, someone he had known for several years now. For fucks sake, he’s seen you naked. He felt his cock twitch and internally scolded himself. This was not the time for remembering the way you felt beneath him, the sweet sounds he had pulled from you as he learned your body, shared with you in giving each other your virginities.
When his cock twitched again, he took a deep breath and tried to focus on your answer.
“You okay, Jeon?” you asked, noticing he had zoned out slightly.
“Yeah... ” he responded, shifting as if uncomfortable.
“Well, I said I would love to go on a date with you. What did you have planned?”
“It’s a surprise. Just dress for the weather.”
You nodded thoughtfully, a small smile gracing your face as you gathered your purse and stepped back out of the doorway of his car to shut it. He rolled the window down, smiling back at you.
“Can’t wait,” you say, standing outside his car on the sidewalk through the rolled down window, waving your fingers at him cutely.
Jungkook’s signature smile spread across his face as he winked at you just before he pulled off, turning his music up loud as he whipped his Benz out of your complex.
—
Now sitting at your desk, you clicked through the selected shots that Jungkook emailed you of the photo shoot from last week as you reminisced on the weekend. You were supposed to be checking the outfits, detailing the different designers for the credits. But your thoughts kept drifting to Jungkook, and what should have easily been a 15 minute task took 45.
Finally sending the email, you stood to stretch when a loud knock announced a visitor. Walking to the frosted door of your office, you opened it and revealed a large bouquet of tiger lilies.
“Delivery for Y/N Y/L/N,” Kim, one of your assistants sing-songed as she walked into the room.
“Where did you get this? And why?” You searched the flowers until you found the card inside.
“I’m not supposed to give any details other than to read the note!” She pranced away, a smug smile on her face for knowing the secret you wanted to know.
Opening the envelope, a small polaroid fell out, fluttering to the ground. You picked it up, noting the image of a small park nearby. At the bottom, in Jungkook’s neat writing was a time. 2:30PM. Glancing at the clock, you see that the time listed is in roughly 15 minutes, so you gathered your purse, plucked a flower from the bouquet and headed out to meet Jungkook.
Walking into the elevator, Namjoon suddenly entered just before the doors shut, trapping you inside with him.
“Why are you avoiding me?” He asked. You studied him, momentarily at a loss for words at his ambush.
“Joonie, I—I’m not avoiding you. I’ve just been busy...”
“Too busy for your best friend? Jennie left me, and now I feel like I’m losing you too.”
Hearing his voice crack as he mentioned his ex hurts you more than you let him know. In all of the panic of the secret sex journal being released and fake dating Jungkook, you had forgotten what Namjoon had been going through.
“I promise, you’re not losing me, Joonie. You’re my best friend. I’m sorry that I haven’t been acting like it. I swear, I have been busy.”
“Yeah, busy going to parties with your new boyfriend. I saw him carrying your wasted ass out of Yoongi’s house.” Namjoon sounded a little irritated as he spoke.
“Listen, it’s complicated.. Can we talk about this later, please? It’s not a conversation for the elevator.”
“Okay, where are you going? I’ll go with you.” The doors opened and you both stepped out, Namjoon following you like a lifeline.
“Joonie, I—Look, I’m going on a date with Jungkook, I’m sorry!” you halted your steps and explained to him as a look of hurt flashed across his face.
“You know what? Forget it. Hit me up when you remember your best friend, if I’m even that.”
Namjoon walked away from you, ignoring you as you called after him. You sighed, giving up as he disappeared around a corner of the lobby, guests and coworkers looking at the exchange with interest.
You rubbed your temples and took a deep breath before braving the cold to walk to Ttukseom Park.
The walk was surprisingly pleasant. Despite the temperature, the sun was warm on your face whenever you were able to evade the shade along the sidewalk. It may have been the very beginnings of winter, but the scenery was anything but the cold melancholy you tended to associate with this time of the year.
The grass was vibrant still, and as you made it to the spot that matched the small photo you still had clutched in your hand, you noticed how the butterfly art installation along the wall of the J-Bug Cultural Complex glittered in the sunlight seeping in. Jungkook was seated on a bench right underneath the art with his trusty camera hanging from his neck, a picnic basket next to him.
“This is beautiful,” you said in awe, taking in the entire view. Jungkook followed your gaze, humming his agreement before picking up his camera. You heard the shutter of the camera several times. You looked over to him glancing at the small screen on the device before adjusting the lens and taking several more.
“Have you never seen this?” He said as he stood and grabbed the basket. You stood as well and followed him, falling into step beside him as he walked out from the shade and into the grassier area.
You shook your head no. “Don’t really have the time I guess. I’ve always wanted to explore the J-Bug though; Namjoon said the museums all along the Hangang are amazing.”
“I’ve taken photos at several of the murals nearby, they’re some of my favorite locations actually.” He smiled at you, and you can’t help the way your heart squeezes. He nodded his head to an area that had a decent amount of sunlight to combat the winter chill.
“Yea, I remember seeing some of them in your office. You’re really talented Kookie, I remember how passionate you were about photography even back then.” You helped spread the blanket he produced from the basket and once seated you leaned back on your palms, eyes closed.
Jungkook looked at you, taking in the way the midday sun made you glow, how pretty your lashes looked leaving shadows across your content cheeks. He couldn’t hold back the smile that took over his face upon hearing you use the endearment he hadn’t heard since that night so long ago.
“Ah, yeah, but my photography wasn’t that good then.”
“Stop being so humble, the photos you took were amazing, even then.”
You opened your eyes, catching him staring at you, and you felt yourself grow self-conscious.
“What? Is there something on my face?”
“Oh—uh, no sorry, it was just the sun—you know, lighting and all.” He gestured to his camera.
“Ah, I guess the talented eye never rests. Though I don’t know why you would want pictures of me,” you laughed and Jungkook tapped your knee in reproach.
“You’re a pretty good subject, don’t downplay yourself.”
You nodded, looking in the basket to hide the way your cheeks had warmed at his comment.
“Seriously, Y/N, I used to want to take photos of you all the time back then... you should’ve seen my camera roll. It was embarrassing. Jimin used to tease me all the time.” Jungkook helped you set up his small spread of food and you used the meal as a distraction.
“Ooh, did you prepare all of this?”
“Ah, some of it,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I had some help from Jin hyung.”
“It smells delicious.” You took the proffered chopsticks from his large hand and dug into the bowl of japchae before placing it on your rice to gather for one bite; Jungkook followed suit.
The rest of the lunch date went incredibly well. Jungkook was just like you remembered him to be, except he was more filled out, and a little taller with a jawline that could cut glass. But his humor, his compassion, his deep thoughts that led you to fall for him all those years ago were still painfully there. Spending more time with him one on one did nothing but show you that the feelings you once had for him were still easily accessible.
As he led you back to the office, his hand swinging yours between your bodies, you couldn’t help but wish this was real. How nice it would be to just pretend that Jungkook really was yours, allow those creeping feelings to spread like spring, blooming across your chest until it was vibrant and unforgettable. You couldn’t imagine what it would be like after; after when you were single again and Jungkook had either gotten back with Somin or moved on to someone else.
“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook squeezed your hand. You hadn’t even noticed that you were not only back at the office, but standing at the door to your locked office.
“Oh, sorry. Honestly, that lunch date was just so nice… It felt good to get out and do something different for a change.”
“Oh, well yea, I remembered you used to like stuff like this, I figured you probably still did.”
You nodded, hope blooming.
“Take a look at this post, let me know if it’s okay.”
He handed you his phone, and you admired the way he had caught you off guard, a photo that looked like it could be moving, the way your hair frames your face as you looked longingly off into the distance. The caption was simple. “It’s not about where you go or what you have, it’s about who you’re with along the way.”
“It’s perfect.”
“Okay, post it then. And post a few more pics of me on your page too? I’ve been posting and tagging you...”
If you didn’t know any better, you would think that Jungkook sounded… upset? You nodded as you clicked the post button, and as it loaded, the phone vibrated in your hand. Thinking it was a like or a comment on the image of you, you glanced at it. His phone had locked by this time, and instead of seeing notifications for Instagram, you saw a message notification instead.
Handing him back his phone, you push down that blooming sensation. It would be foolish to think Jungkook was upset that you hadn’t posted him as much as he had posted you. Clearly he must’ve spent time with Somin after he dropped you off yesterday.
“You got a message. Umm, I’m gonna finish up here and then head home, you don’t need to wait for me. See you tomorrow?”
You wanted to get away from him desperately. Jungkook looked at you, confused at your sudden shift in mood.
“I thought I was driving you home? Jin said he was staying out late tonight, I figured we could hang out for a few—”
“We’ll see! There’s still so much to do for the album release.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek chastely before unlocking your office door and all but disappeared inside of it.
Jungkook stood there, staring at your closed door for a few more seconds before he felt his phone buzz in his hand. Checking his notifications, he saw a series of texts from Somin.
Looking around confused, he noticed Somin standing across the office area, a deadly smirk on her face as she waved her phone at Jungkook. All Jungkook could do was sigh. Somin wouldn’t leave him alone long enough to sort out his thoughts, and now she was sending purposefully misleading texts? Jungkook didn’t know how to explain to you that what you saw was untrue.
You clearly believed it.
—
Jungkook gave you two days of space before he decided to track you down. He always hated that Somin would know he was upset (typically because it was her fault) and immediately pounce on him, forcing her company upon him and not allowing him the ability to forgive and move on. He wanted to give you that time, so after two days, Jungkook felt that it had been long enough, and the two of you should reconcile whatever misunderstanding there had been.
You posted a photo with him yesterday, and from the caption you wrote it appeared like you had a fun time with him on Monday despite the way you left him standing at your office door.
The image you posted on your Instagram with Jungkook was a candid shot; he hadn’t realized you had taken a photo. While it brought about that warm feeling in his chest seeing the photo appear in his feed, it didn’t clearly depict his face.
Instead, the focus was on your fingers intertwined. Jungkook’s profile could be seen, blurred from lack of focus, but it matched the caption you had chosen so well. “Even if someone shakes this world, please don’t ever let go of this hand you’re holding...”
Motivated, Jungkook made sure to be bright and early at your door ready to drive you and your sister.
You weren’t expecting to see the flashy Benz outside of your apartment. Yuna was excited to not have to take public transportation, leaving you behind as she all but ran to the passenger rear door.
“Morning JK! We missed you these past few days.”
“Ah, sorry about that, I had to be at the office way earlier; didn’t want to make you guys wake up even earlier than you already do.”
Yuna waves off the apology and you finally followed; feet moving across the pavement until you’ve climbed into the car and buckled your seatbelt.
“Morning princess,” Jungkook says, leaning towards you and pecking your lips. You were caught off guard, not expecting him to be so lovey, but you returned the kiss, a double peck that you started and continued on as the traditional way you greeted each other.
“Morning.”
“Didn’t sleep well?”
“Yea, been a bit out of it these past few days...” You trailed off, not wanting to talk about it in front of Yuna. Catching on, Jungkook turns up the music and shifts into drive, pulling off towards the University for Yuna.
The drive to the office isn’t too long from the school, so once Yuna was out, Jungkook wasted no time in asking you to talk.
“So, can we talk about Somin?”
You huffed out a sigh. It was too early in the morning to deal with the Somin issue, but you nodded, allowing Jungkook to breach the topic.
“I know you saw her message. I want you to know that nothing happened. She sent that text because she saw us. She was doing the same bullshit she always does, part of the reason I don’t think she’s learned anything yet, like you said.”
You nodded, still not sure what to believe. He had no reason to lie to you, it’s not like you were actually in a relationship. He could go back to Somin anytime.
“I hate that you’re mad at me.”
You turned your body towards him.
“I—Look, I’m not mad, okay? Not at you. I just hate that Somin gets under my skin so much. That she’s a bitch to you. Neither of us deserve it, especially you.”
Jungkook reached over, encasing your hand in his.
“I’m learning that now. We’ve been together so long, I never noticed at first what she was doing. But I think subconsciously, it was making me resent her. And you really said some shit that had me thinking. And you’re right. I—I’m really glad to have you back in my life, Y/N. Having you in my corner has made all the difference.”
You looked down, eyes staring at the tattooed hand to hide the warmth on your face.
“After work, come over. Let me buy us dinner and we can hang out.” You felt his smile as he stared at you while pausing at the red light before your office, and you met his gaze.
“Okay.”
“Good, we need to make Jin believe we’re having hot, loud sex, since rule 7 prevents you from experiencing the real thing.”
He let out a shout of pain as you punched his shoulder.
—
Walking to get food was not the smartest idea for 3 reasons. First, because neither of you checked the weather. Second, due to number one, neither of you had an umbrella. So naturally, third, running in the rain while carrying takeout was almost a disaster.
And still, the two of you laughed the entire way, bag clutched in one arm while your fingers were intertwined between your sprinting bodies, one block left to get to Jungkook’s apartment. By the time he’s unlocked the door, you're both sopping wet, rain water dripping onto the floor of the entryway to the apartment. After getting the food situated to stay warm while you guys got cleaned up, Jungkook gave you a towel and led you to his bathroom.
You appreciated that he was such a clean guy, his apartment and subsequently, the bathroom was pristine, and he actually had a trashcan and stocked toilet paper, unlike some men you knew. He planted folded clothes for you to change into on top of the sink counter, and surprised you with a kiss.
“What was that for?” You asked, dazed.
“Practice.” He said with a wink, and he backed away, closing the door as he left you alone.
—
While Jungkook showered, you heated up the food, your mostly dried hair now up in a messy bun as you danced around his kitchen. His sweats were a little (a lot) too long, so you had rolled them up so you could avoid tripping.
A knock at the door made you jump, before you moonwalked over to the entryway, now clean of the rain water the two of you had trudged in. Thinking it was Jin, you didn’t check to see who it was and opened the door. You froze as you took in a young man that was not your ‘boyfriend’s’ broad shouldered roommate. Instead, doe-eyes similar to the man currently naked in the shower stared back at you.
“Oh, hey… I thought my brother lived here. Sorry about that!” The man stepped back, checking the number on the apartment again before his eyes landed on your shirt—or rather, his brother’s shirt.
“You’re not Somin...”
“Hi, and no, I’m not,” you laughed, “um, but this is Jungkook’s apartment.”
“Ahh, okay. I’m JungHyun. His older brother.”
“Oh! Come in!” You stepped back so that he could walk past you, and you led him into the living room once he had shed his shoes.
“Oh, did I interrupt dinner?”
“Oh, no we haven’t even started eating yet. No worries.”
The two of you sat down, and you tucked your feet up under your bottom, turning to face Jungkook’s older brother.
“So, I know who you’re not...”
“Oh, fuck, manners.” The look on your face is sheepish, and you smiled to cover your nerves. “I’m Y/N, Kookie’s girlfriend.”
“Oh, you’re the famous Y/N! Finally got you, did he?”
His words confused you, Jungkook had been with Somin since forever, when had he ever wanted you? Smiling to cover your confusion, you’re saved when Jungkook appears in the hallway, a loud laugh as he barreled over to his brother and all but jumped on the man.
“Hyung! What are you doing here?!”
“Oh, I finished that project at work early, so I’m headed to visit mom and dad. Staying with them through Christmas before the next contract at work starts.”
“Ah, it’s good to see you!”
Jungkook’s enthusiasm is abundant; it’s clear he loves his brother dearly and misses him. He pulled back from a hug and sat comfortably in the space between you and JungHyun, his palm resting lightly on your leg absentmindedly.
“So, I’ve met your new girlfriend. I must say you didn’t do her justice when you described her to me.”
You felt the blush creep across your face, and Jungkook also seemed to turn red, his fingers rubbing at the skin on his neck.
“Yea, seeing her in person is best.” He says awkwardly, and you can’t help but laugh.
“So? Does dad know? Mom is gonna be so excited. She hated Somin.”
“What?” Jungkook says at the same time that you say “Really?”
JungHyun nodded, sitting back into the couch comfortably.
“Yea, no offense, lil bro, but Somin was a bitch. Mom thought she was so fake.”
“Wh-why didn’t you guys ever say anything?”
“Eh, you know, cause you were in love or whatever.”
You get up and go to the kitchen, grabbing bowls and the last of the heated food, hoping to avoid being present for this part of their conversation, but still curious all the same.
“Definitely not.”
“Mmhmm, sure.”
“Seriously. I wasn’t actually in love. Or if I was, it faded. I think for a lot of it I was just… dependent or whatever. I thought it was love, sure. But it wasn’t; I know that now.”
“Ah, so Y/N showed you what love is?”
“She definitely cares more about me and my happiness than Somin ever has.”
You cleared your throat as you walked back into the living room.
“Ready to eat?”
Dinner with Jungkook and JungHyun is, in so many words, fun. They bantered and joked and you spend the time eating and laughing, enjoying your time with the brothers. You didn't even realize how late it had gotten, not until Jin waltzed into the apartment, noting the late hour for you all to be chatting so loud.
“Shit, Yuna messaged me an hour ago.”
“Just stay here. We can pick Yuna up in the morning when you go home to change.”
“Are you sure? Your brother’s visiting, I don’t want to be in the way.”
“Y/N, don’t worry, I’ll take the couch. I was going to anyway.” JungHyun smiled at you, and you nodded back. Standing up, you stretched, not realizing how tired you were. Jungkook took the opportunity to tickle your exposed sides, and you squealed, causing the brothers to laugh as you squirmed away from Jungkook, who didn’t let you get far.
“Let’s get you to bed, princess.”
Turning in Jungkook’s arms, you looked over his shoulder at his brother.
“Good night, oppa.”
Jungkook stiffened as JungHyun and Jin laughed, enjoying the way the youngest one reacted to your words.
“Ah, if it doesn’t work out between you two, hit me up.”
“Hyung!” Jungkook glared at his brother, not enjoying the joke.
“What? At least she wouldn’t need to meet our parents twice! She is coming for Christmas, right?”
The two of you looked at each other, a little thrown off by the question. The holidays were coming up, but you hadn’t discussed this far into the relationship. It wasn’t real after all, did you have to go through such lengths to teach Somin a lesson?
“I haven’t told mom and dad yet about her...”
“No worries, I text them ages ago. They’re expecting her for Christmas.”
Jungkook sighed, dropping his forehead to yours, so all you could see was his eyes staring into yours.
“Is this okay? Do you wanna, you know? Meet my parents?” Jungkook’s voice was low as he whispered the question.
“I—Yes.”
The look on his face when you agreed was beautiful, a scrunched-nose smile that is reminiscent of a bunny. You couldn’t help but smile back, lost in the mahogany of his eyes.
“Are you guys over there kissing when I’m waiting for an answer?” JungHyun broke the tension filling the air between you and his brother.
Jungkook smirked before capturing your lips with his own, a breathless kiss that lasted only a couple seconds before he pulled away to smirk at his brother.
“You can tell mom and dad I’ll be bringing her home for Christmas.” With those words, Jungkook whisked you down the hall and tucked you into his bed before climbing in behind you. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you closer to him. His hands skimmed your body before he began tickling you again, a squeal leaving your mouth. You retaliated, hands attempting to tickle him before he pinned you to the bed, and the two of you began to wrestle for a bit.
You were unaware of how sexual the wrestling sounded; his headboard hitting the wall roughly and the two of you grunting and groaning as you fought for dominance, some added squeals and moans when Jungkook decided it was a good idea to bite you in his quest for submission. Finally winded, you gave in, laying back on the mattress in defeat. Jungkook tugged at your sweatpants, removing them swiftly and throwing them onto the floor, his own joining the pile. He then grasped your face, peppering it with kisses.
You were about to ask him what he was doing, when someone knocked. Jungkook called out a ‘come in’ and his brother walked into the bedroom, his sights set on the bathroom.
“Don’t mind me, just gonna wash up before bed. It seemed safe to enter now.”
He disappeared into the bathroom as Jungkook continued to hold you, affectionate even after his brother was out of sight. Even if this relationship was fake, you could pretend in this moment that it was real, that Jungkook pulled you closer, not to fool his brother, but because he wanted to be close to you, that he was falling in love with you.
For one night, it should be okay to pretend it was something more, right?
—
The next two weeks passed by in a blur. Namjoon had basically confined himself to his studio at work, intent on avoiding you. Seeing you hand in hand with Jungkook seemed to bother him, and because you couldn’t tell him the truth (or wouldn’t), you left him to his own assumptions. He ignored all of your texts attempting to reach out to him, despite him saying he wanted you to let him know when you had time for him. This just made you more frustrated, and you were done trying to chase Namjoon, romantically or otherwise. When he was ready to behave like an adult, you would be willing to talk to him.
After telling Yuna about how you were asked to go home with Jungkook and meet his family, you received a call from your own parents. Yuna had told them about Jungkook, and you were bombarded with questions until you too agreed to bring Jungkook home.
It took some discussing, but it was finally decided: the 23rd and Christmas Eve would be with your family, and Christmas Day and the 26th would be with Jungkook’s. You were a little worried that the parents would be able to see through your ruse, despite having fooled everybody else at work, but Jungkook assured you that it would be easy enough to trick his parents.
On the train ride to Daegu, you sat a few rows away from your sister, who had her headphones in as she watched the latest K-Drama she missed due to her busy school schedule. The ‘arriving soon’ message plays throughout the cabins of the KTX, and you figure it’s important to bring up your parents.
Turning to Jungkook, who was drawing on his iPad, you removed an airpod from your ear, pausing the music. You take a moment and admire his face, the way his jawline was so angular, the sharp planes of his cheekbones, the concentration held in his eyes.
“Like what you see?” Jungkook’s voice is teasing, but you still felt embarrassed at being caught staring at him.
“I just think we should talk about the next 2 days.”
“Y/N, listen. Parents love me. Despite the tattoos and long hair.”
“Cause you’ve met so many parents? You’ve been dating Somin since we were 20.”
“My friends have parents too, you know. Don’t worry. Just be like we always are and it’ll be fine.”
“Your parents may be easy to trick, but mine? They’re a bit more… scrutinizing. Plus, they’ve heard me talk about Namjoon, and probably don’t remember me talking about you...” you trailed off, a slight warmth subtly coloring your cheeks.
“So you used to talk about me?”
“Well, yea, first year, you know? I had a crush on you, so my mom heard all about it. Not about—you know, but I told her I thought we might date.” You buried your nose in your phone to avoid looking at Jungkook.
“You know, you never told me why you nev—”
Jungkook’s words were cut off by an attendant walking through the aisle, asking everyone to start packing up their belongings as the train would be pulling into the DongDaegu Station momentarily.
“My dad should be here to pick us up—Yuna!” Your sister turned to you, a smile on her face as she waved her phone.
“Dad’s here!”
The drive to the house was short, and you spent most of the time taking turns with Yuna filling in your dad on your life in Seoul. Your mom was busy in the kitchen when you arrived, and she shooed you all upstairs to your rooms. Unsurprisingly, your parents were having you and Yuna share her room while Jungkook would be across the hall in your room.
Your parents were more conservative, and while you were an adult and perfectly able to do as you pleased in Seoul, while under their roof, they wanted to make sure that you remained as pure as they could keep you.
Dinner that first night went well. Jungook and your dad bonded over sports, despite Jungkook not playing any team sports, he was still well-versed on the topic and joined your dad in watching a basketball game while you, Yuna, and your mom cleaned up after dinner and then sat in the sewing room.
Your mom asked you all about Jungkook, which she surprisingly did remember you talking about. It seemed you had her and your father fooled, but while you sat at her embroidery machine, she shared she was confused about the lack of presents you had for each other to open tomorrow night. Saying it was because you still had to wrap them and she would find them under the tree tomorrow was an easy enough excuse, and paired with a very real yawn, you excused yourself to get ready for bed.
Sleeping with Yuna was uncomfortable; she was a wild sleeper. Restlessness won over sleep, so you got out of bed and made your way downstairs to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen. Your parents were already in bed in their first floor room on the other side of the house from the kitchen and the stairs.
When you returned back upstairs, you noticed the light on in your bedroom, so you knocked softly.
“Come in,” Jungkook’s voice was subdued, and you pushed the door open gently.
“Hey,” you said, eyeing Jungkook’s lean, topless form as he sat at the edge of the bed. You never tired of the view when you would sleep over at his place.
“Can’t sleep?”
“Yea, Yuna isn’t the best person to sleep next to, flops around all night, hogs the sheets.”
You walk into the room, joining him on the bed. He’s swiping through images from the SeoulM8 shoots he’s recently done. You watched his finger move across the iPad leisurely.
“Ahh, sounds like you miss sleeping next to me.”
You scoffed, shoulder bumping into his.
“You snore a bit. And your body temperature runs pretty hot. I wake up sweating half the time.”
“Ah, not the first time I’ve made you sweat, love.”
You raise your eyebrow at his insinuation of your loss of virginity.
“Kidding, babe,” he jokes, locking his iPad and setting it down to charge on the bedside table.
“Can we go into town tomorrow? I want to do some last minute shopping.”
“Sure.” Jungkook yawned and you took that as your cue to leave so he could get some sleep after your journey across the country.
“Where ya going? I thought you couldn't fall asleep with Yuna?”
Jungkook pulled the covers back, making space for you to climb in in front of him.
“Well, yes, but my parents—”
“Sleep downstairs and wholly expect us to pretend to sleep apart but know that you’re going to sneak in here anyways because we’re madly in love.”
You had to cover your mouth to keep from laughing loudly.
“And how do you know that?”
Jungkook smirked, still waiting for you to get into bed.
“You’re dad told me. He also said we need to give him grandchildren, sooner rather than later.”
Stunned silent, Jungkook leaned forward and grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him. He turned off the light and you climbed in over him, keeping him at the front just in case.
“C’mere,” he rolled over and pulled you to his chest, snuggling into you as he got comfortable. “We have to look madly in love. No funny business though. I know you think I’m irresistible, but we are in your parents house and must be respectful.”
You elbowed him in the rib, and settled into the comforting darkness of your childhood bedroom with Jungkook’s arm wound around your waist, holding you close.
——
Christmas Eve, in your family, is the night that presents are opened. As a child, this tradition was done in order to make room under the tree for Santa’s presents. As adults, your parents keep the tradition alive, instead putting stockings with 1 or 2 of the more expensive gifts for you to have on Christmas morning.
After shopping in town and spending time wrapping, you had finally placed a few gifts for Jungkook under the tree that Yuna was now passing out. You were surprised to see a couple gifts for you from Jungkook in the small pile you amassed, and when you caught his eye, he winked at you.
Yuna opened her gifts first, then you and Jungkook, where you saw that he gave you a matching jewelry set: necklace and earrings in a soft rose gold, a small cherry blossom bloom dangling from the small hoop of the earrings and from a small hoop on the necklace. It reminded you of your date at the park. The two of you sat under the winter sakura tree that day, the only blossoms that bloom twice a year, where you told him how much you loved cherry blossoms in passing.
“It’s beautiful, Jungkook.” You almost can’t believe it, but he just smiles softly at your gratitude and helps put the necklace on you. Your parents looked happy, enjoying seeing their daughter so happy. Jungkook was excited to see what you had gotten him; a special lens for his camera that he had talked on and on about purchasing soon. He was giddy, running upstairs to grab his camera, testing out the new lens on pictures of you and your family.
Once again, you found yourself in your old room, curled up with Jungkook, but this time you were unable to sleep. Rolling over, you faced Jungkook, who cracked one eye and peeked at you.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, voice laced with sleep. You noticed how easily the endearment rolled off his tongue even with no one around to convince.
“I—the gift you got me,” your fingers fidgeted with the small cherry blossom on the necklace. “I hope it didn’t cost too much. You can return it once we break up if you need to.”
“Y/N, that gift is for you. For being such a great… friend. Helping me do this. I really think it’s working.”
“You deserve to be happy Jungkook. I’m glad you were able to get space long enough to work out how you feel, and that you’re working your way to being happier.”
“Yea, I think I’ve been much happier lately...”
You watched his tongue run along his lips, and you couldn’t help but train your eyes on the movement. He caught your eyes, his hands gripped you a bit tighter as the tension in the dark room grew.
“...much happier...”
You weren’t sure who moved first, you or Jungkook, but at that point, it didn’t really matter. The way your lips sought his, the way his hands pulled you closer, the two of you were acting on instinct. This kiss wasn’t for practice or for show, who was to know what happened here, in this room tonight, but the two of you?
You let out a moan as he dipped his head lower, tracing kisses from your neck to what was exposed of your collarbone. His touch is impatient, tugging and kneading, unable to stay still on your body. His scent alone, a musky vanilla scent, engulfed your senses and you wanted… more.
You threw your leg over his body, turning the two of you until you’re straddled on top of him, able to press your core down onto his very firm cock. His boxers and your sleep shorts are the only things holding it back from assaulting you, and you’re annoyed that they’re in the way. Reaching down, you slide your hand roughly into the waistline of the boxers, fingers gripping him.
Jungkook groaned into your neck, the feel of your hand as you palm him building the craving he had for you. He wanted you. Not just physically. But you had those stupid rules, and he couldn’t just break them. He respected you more than that, and falling in love with you? Well that wasn’t part of the plan.
Jungkook slows the way he’s kissing you, slows the way he was thrusting into your hand and pushes you gently off of him and back to your side of the bed. You’re both panting, barely able to catch your breath as he pulled your back to his chest and held you close.
“We’ve got a long trip tomorrow morning to Busan, babe. Let’s get some sleep.”
“Oh… okay?” You were so confused. You had never been turned down before, especially not when you were so far into the act, practically ready to pull your panties to the side and ease him into you. You were throbbing, body aching with want, and you knew he was too; could feel the hardness as it nestled in the dip between your cheeks.
You felt him kiss your head, followed by a soft double peck to your neck, and not 10 minutes later his breathing slowed as he drifted off to sleep.
You, on the other hand, laid awake, thoughts running wild.
——
Christmas morning you had an early breakfast with your family before opening stockings. Your parents had only a couple of weeks to prepare for Jungkook, but they had prepared a stocking for him as well; your mom embroidering his name onto it and stuffing it full to the brim.
You were surprised at the gifts; a couple boxes of polaroid film, a bag of banana kick chips, individually packaged egg snacks, and colorful candy canes. Yours were similar as well, a small collection of sewing items for designing, and your favorite snacks. Your mom ruffled Jungkook’s sleepy-head hair as he offered his thanks to your parents, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swoon at the sight. You realized something heartbreaking at that moment: breaking up with Jungkook once this was over would hurt more than just you.
Heading to Jungkook’s parents house was a different experience after the previous night. Yuna had obviously stayed with your parents, and would be catching the train back the same day you left Busan.
This was the first time the two of you had been alone since the rejection the night before, and you were doing your best to ignore the hurt feeling that would bloom every time you caught yourself dwelling on it. You focused on your phone instead, posting a few photos on Instagram so that you were sticking to your end of the deal. Somin would see these posts some way or another, and it would hopefully do what it was intended to.
Jungkook didn’t seem to think twice about the rejection, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and treating you like you were really together, a true couple going to meet his parents for the first time.
“Nervous?”
“A little. I’ll be meeting your parents, and we’re not really together,” you looked down at your hands, missing the way Jungkook’s face fell for a few seconds before working it’s way back to a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.
“I think we’re together enough where it counts. No one watching us would doubt it,” he intertwined your fingers and gave it an encouraging squeeze, “sometimes even I forget you’re not my real girlfriend.” He laughed, and the sound leaves an ache in your chest.
“Same, haha...” You looked out the window of the KTX, ready to breathe the fresh air of the nearby sea. Jungkook released your hand and you both went back to your tasks, Jungkook reading emails and you sketching designs for work.
Jungkook’s parents treated you much like yours had treated Jungkook. Like you were the greatest thing to happen to their child.
“Y/N, you’re so pretty! Oh, thank heavens, we have a chance at cute grandchildren now.” Jungkook’s mom bowed her head in thanks to a higher power, and you couldn’t help feeling a little bad that you weren’t actually dating Jungkook. You would have liked to deserve the praise she was giving you.
“He looks so much happier, happier than we’ve seen him in a long time.” She smiled at his father and their eyes, so similar to their two sons, crinkled in the corners. JungHyun greeted you with a hug, and you reciprocated it.
“Hi, Oppa,” you teased, and Jungkook glared at you.
“Yah! That’s Jeon JungHyun to you,” he leaned closer to your ear in a mock whisper, “only I get called Oppa.”
JungHyun cringed back in mock disgust.
“I do not need to know about your ‘Oppa kink’ in the bedroom.” He shivered as he walked back to the living room, where he put away his laptop to make space for gifts.
Their dad, who you were very glad had not heard his eldest son’s comment, gestured to you to leave your suitcases in the entryway and come sit down.
“Kookie, pass out the gifts please. Your mom has been waiting all morning in excitement for you two to get here. We can have lunch after you guys get situated.”
Jungkook, ever the dutiful youngest son, began to distribute gifts amongst you all, while you handed your own gifts that you had gotten for his family out to them.
“You didn’t have to get them anything,” Jungkook whispered as he dropped a gift off for you from his own parents.
You gave him a pointed look, gesturing subtly to the gift.
“I did.”
He shook his head with a smile and continued until the space under the tree was empty.
“So, we just open them all at the same time! Save your thanks for the end, ready?” His dad looked at you, and you nodded.
“Let’s get it!” Jungkook shouted, and everyone laughed at his phrase as you began to open your gifts. You didn’t have many, one from his parents and JungHyun, and 2 from Jungkook. His family had given you a Pantone Color Swatch book that was easy to carry around, to help while on set working. It was very thoughtful, and you knew it could not have been cheap. You bowed deeply, on your knees and forehead to their floor as a show of your gratitude and respect.
They motioned for you to sit back up, waving off your thanks as if it was no big deal for them to get this gift for you. You turned to Jungkook’s gift, eyes already threatening tears at their sincere treatment of you, and once opened, you did cry.
Nestled inside a satin lined box was a beautiful set of Dwikkoji, traditional hair pins, that came with a small card identifying them as from the Joseon era.
“Jungkook!” you gasped, sure that they couldn’t be real.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t have to pay for them. But they would look much better displayed in your office as our head fashionista then collecting dust in storage.”
You couldn’t hold back your feelings any longer. Acting on instinct, you tugged him towards you, wrapping your arms under his own and around his frame as you let your tears fall.
“They’re beautiful, Kookie.”
Jungkook reciprocated your embrace, his hand smoothing down your hair as his parents smiled at the scene in front of them.
“Ah, young love, remember when that was us?”
—
Unlike your parents, who wanted to pretend that the two of you were a modest young couple, Jungkook’s parents assumed that the two of you would room together. His dad had clapped him on his shoulder and congratulated him on bringing home such a fine woman. Apparently in the two weeks that JungHyun had been home, he had raved about you to his parents, showing pictures from your social media accounts of the two of you together, as well as your fashion talent. Jungkook too had talked on the phone to his parents, you came to find out, which was why his parents were so enthralled by you, despite only dating Jungkook for a short time.
Lunch was fun. Spending time with the Jeons was full of laughter. His family was like him, generous and kind hearted, and you enjoyed spending time with his mom in the kitchen making cookies for dessert.
That night you went out for a drive to look at Christmas lights, before you all stopped off at the town center where they had outdoor ice skating set up. Jungkook had his camera with the new personalized strap you made him (yay fashion classes!) around his neck, taking photos of you and his family as you glided across the frozen water. You spent an hour there before heading home to warm up with hot cocoa and Christmas movies. You found out that this was their tradition every year, and it made you happy to know they wanted to share it with you. Even if it was only for this one Christmas.
Having showered first, you traveled down the hall to get water from the kitchen while you waited for Jungkook to finish his. His family had a one level house; His parents’ room was located on one side of the living room and kitchen, while Jungkook and his brother’s room was on the other side.
You heard his parents talking at the table and you slowed down, resting the back of your head on the wall as you heard them say your name.
“Oh, honey, Y/N is so darling! I haven’t seen him this happy in years.”
“He looks so in love with her.”
“Well, remember, he used to have the biggest crush on her.”
“But that was years ago. They were what, 20? And somehow he chose Somin?”
“Sometimes, people aren't ready. Now, they’re older. Better chances of them working out. Oh, honey, I hope they work out. She would be such a cute daughter in law.”
“I know, but don’t pressure them. Let them realize how in love with each other they are on their own.”
“Do you think she loves him too?”
“I don’t have a single doubt in my mind. I saw the way they were together.They’re in love, whether they realize it or not.”
“Ahh, so we could have grandchildren soon? JungHyun seems like he’s never going to settle down... ”
“Aish, grandchildren? I’m too young to be a grandpa!”
Instead of interrupting them, you headed back to his room, mind racing with their words. Jungkook had a crush on you? They thought the two of you were in love? Daughter in law? Jungkook chose that moment to come into the room, towel wrapped low around his waist as he checked his phone and you couldn’t look away.
“You’re starting to drool there, babe.”
You swallowed and looked away, grabbing your hair and running your fingers through it to put it into a bun on your head.
“I just uh—I wanted to talk to you about the contract.”
Jungkook, who was facing his dresser where his suitcase was opened up, froze. His eyes sought yours in the mirror, his reflection giving away nothing.
“Oh? What, uh, what about it?”
“Well, our parents seem to like us together, I mean, they’re talking about grandkids, and well, I would hate to break up so soon after having met them. I know this was only supposed to go on until you figured out what to do about Somin, but if it’s alright with you,” you look away, twisting your fingers in nervousness, “I would like for us to continue to date.”
Jungkook’s mind was racing. He understood what you meant. Your parents seemed to love him, discussing future visits for the holidays and his family had been no different. And thinking about ending the contract? Well, he had already been thinking about doing that. So he could date you, for real. Somin texted him while he was in the shower, upset about missing Christmas with his family. Jungkook thought that it would bother him, his first holiday without her, but he realized he couldn’t care less.
Somin treated him like a prize to be toted around and shown off. He was good for bragging; his face, body, high paying job, it all granted her status. She had no ambition to grow within the company, still a one act manager after graduating as an interning manager’s assistant. But you? God, you were different. You had ambition, you didn’t care about what Jungkook could provide for you, and you listened to him, to his dreams. You were thoughtful, appreciative, and everything you had done was to help him be happy. Even fake dating, while it benefitted you as well, you had gone above and beyond for him.
You stood up, walking closer to him where he was lost in his thoughts.
“Jungkook?” you intoned, your fingers softly settling on the back of his shoulder, waiting for his response.
“I think, yeah. I think that would be a good idea. My parents and brother love you.”
Your heart soared. He wanted to continue this. Not go back to Somin right away. He barely brought her up this whole trip. You felt giddy, hopeful that maybe one day, this could be something more.
“So then, it’s settled.”
Jungkook turned around, catching your hand before you could drop it back to your side.
“I think we should reexamine that contract, but tonight, I’d really like to say fuck it.”
Jungkook stepped into your space, and in a heart’s beat, he had ensnared your lips, his arms pulling you closer to him. Your own arms snaked up his body, hands pulling his head closer to you, your fingers playing with the wet strands at his nape. His kisses were fervent, lips almost rough as he pressed them to yours before he was swiping his tongue across the opening of your mouth, seeking entrance.
You groaned as you arched your back, seeking to deepen the kiss as you pressed higher on your tiptoes, wanting more of him. His palm skimmed your back down to your butt, where he applied pressure and lifted you with brute strength. You pulled away with a gasp, not expecting to be lifted up. He just looked at you with pupils blown, one eyebrow raised suggestively as he carried you to his bed.
“I think we should practice making ‘grandchildren’ for them.”
He set you down, long enough to grip the hem of your shirt before he pulled it over your head. His eyes moved to your chest, and he closed his eyes as he sighed in defeat.
“You’ve been keeping this from me?”
“You’ve seen me naked before,” you remind him, but he just shook his head.
“Years ago, Y/N, and let me tell you, my memory didn’t do you justice. I think I need a reminder.”
You throw him a suggestive look, knowing that you’ve both had some experience with sex since your shared first time all those years ago. This time, there was no fumbling, no nervous laughter, or apologizing. This time, Jungkook was in command of his body, and of yours too. He rid you of your shorts, leaving you naked on his sheets as he dropped his towel.
You marveled at how his body had changed: the muscle gained and the chiseled jaw you loved to admire. Jungkook bit his lip and did the same to you, eyes roving along your curves, the way you weren’t shying away from his touch as his fingers trailed up your thigh.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”
You didn’t get a chance to respond, as Jungkook kissed you again, this time with less fervor, his body crawling above yours as he joined you on the bed. His hands touched you everywhere, fondling your breasts and your ass as he kissed down your neck, nipping the skin and leaving marks along your neck. You feel the ache as your wetness pools between your legs, and Jungkook’s growing member sits heavy where it’s pressed against your thigh.
“Jungkook, please—”
He nips a bit harder, the sound of you begging for him made him infinitely larger. He wanted to be in you, but he didn’t want to rush it, wanted to savor you for as long as he had you under him. Kissing down your body, his tongue leaves a cool, wet trail and you writhe, ticklish to his tongues path to your core.
Parting your legs wider, he smirked at you from where he's sat on his knees, your thighs on either side of his gloriously naked body. Leaning forward, he never breaks eye contact as you watch his lips meet your mound. Gentle kisses pressed to your lips, and then his tongue is parting them, flicking your clit in greeting. Your head is thrown back, you know you should be quieter, but the onslaught of his lips and tongue as they pleasure your sweet spot has you reduced to base instincts only. And right now, they want Jungkook to know that he had better not stop.
You rolled your hips, seeking more, and he gives in, thick fingers immersing themselves inside of you. You clench, walls shocked at the intrusion but welcoming it all the same. He felt so good, and you tell him as much, so he continued to finger fuck you as he lapped up your release, carrying you through your orgasm.
He was so hard, cock throbbing as he kissed back up your body, and after spitting into your hand, you reached down to stroke along his shaft, palm twisting and gliding as he nuzzled his face back into your neck, quiet little moans rolling out of his mouth with each stroke. You made him feel so good, your body warm and soft as your smaller hand stroked his larger ego, in more ways than one.
Without preamble, you positioned him at your opening and lifted your hips, allowing him to feel how warm your walls were, waiting for him. He pushed up on his palms on either side of your head and the look he gave you was indecipherable before your own eyes shut; he engulfed his cock in the swollen velvet that was your cunt, buried to the hilt.
He had tried his best to prepare you, but every glorious inch stretching you out was a breath you needed to take in order to grow accustomed to his size. You counted nine breaths, then opened your eyes, taking in the trembling of his arms as he held himself back from pounding into you.
“Move, Kook, please,” you whine, and he wasted no time following your orders.
His hips grinded into you as he rolled them, angling himself to take you as deep as humanly possible. His pace started off fast, but soon he was slowing down, head dropped into the crook of your neck as your nails dragged red marks down his back. You rocked your hips in time to his thrusts, using your grip on his back as leverage to meet him halfway.
“You feel so good, so wet for me,” he murmured with each thrust, and you bit his shoulder, afraid if you didn’t gag yourself, you would say the wrong thing.
Everything about you enveloped him, your scent, your arms and thighs that were holding him close; he could barely think straight as he tried to get you to cum again before he got himself off. But you felt so good, tight clenches as your arousal gushed and coated his cock, he didn’t know how much longer he could last. Then you bit his shoulder, and he sped up his stroke, hips rolled in fast succession as your body jostled underneath him.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m so close baby,” you mewl into his ear, and he lifted his head up out of your neck, resting his forehead on yours.
“I want to watch you, don’t close your eyes,” he pleads and you try your best to keep them open, not closing them for long as the coil builds in your lower abdomen. He adjusted your bodies, lifted your legs up slightly which allowed him a deeper angle that hits your g-spot. Your mouth hangs open, a fucked out expression on your face and Jungkook loses it.
The first spurt of his hot cum sends you over the edge, and you're spiraling down, pussy contracting around his cock, milking him for every drop. You maintain eye contact, watching each other for a few seconds before you can’t help but close them, the pleasure too great.
Jungkook pressed his lips to yours as you both cum, using them to cage in the words he wanted to say, wanted to shout from the rooftops, but wasn’t yet sure you felt the same way.
——
Waking up in Jungkook’s arms, you felt sore. So sore, but also satisfied. You hadn’t slept this well in ages, and if Jungkook’s deep slumber and dead weight arm draped over your waist was anything to go by, he hadn’t either. You moved his arm slowly, headed for the shower, and let out a small gasp as JungHyun also exited his bedroom at the same time.
“Well, don’t you look... rested,” he trailed off, a look of knowing on his face.
Your face burned in embarrassment.
“Don’t worry, as soon as I heard little brother start to get a little… feral, I turned up my TV while I gamed. Parents didn’t hear a peep.”
“Thank you, oppa.” You bowed, gratitude seeping out of each of your pores.
“Now, those marks on the other hand,” he gestured to your neck, “might I suggest an ice pack for 20 minutes and then some really good makeup?”
You hurried into the bathroom as he laughed his way towards the kitchen. A minute later he knocked, passing you a small ice-pack through the cracked door.
“20 minutes,” he reminded you with a wink, and went back into his room with his cereal.
—
Saying goodbye to Jungkook’s parents after a late breakfast was tough. His mom cried, saying her baby son did not visit enough and that she would miss him. She also said she would miss you greatly, and that you better come back with him soon to visit.
It was tough to promise her that you would, knowing that there was a very real chance that you wouldn’t. This was fake after all. You had just agreed to extend the contract briefly, to get through the holidays and while Jungkook said ‘fuck it’ last night, with the rising of the sun came the clarity of the situation.
Jungkook behaved much the same, holding your hand and showering you with PDA, and while you reciprocated, you couldn’t help but feel like the magic of Christmas was over. Heading back to Seoul meant back to reality. You weren’t sure you were ready for that. For the first time in your life, you felt like you could see a future with someone, with him, despite the relationship being fake thus far. To be honest, it hadn’t felt fake since the night of the party.
The entire trip, all 3 and a half hours of it, you ruminated on last night and what it meant. You hated to admit that you had fallen for Jungkook, and had given up rule number 7 on a whim. For all you knew, he would be going back to Somin at the end of this.
In his own little world, Jungkook too couldn’t stop thinking about you and what last night meant. He wished he had said to forget the contract all together, instead of just for the night. He wanted to see if you felt the same way, but he wanted to be sure that his Somin chapter was done. He needed to see her and make sure he was over her, and not just using you as a rebound. You didn’t deserve that.
Jungkook’s body language had you on edge, as his foot tapped incessantly as the train got closer and closer to Seoul. You placed your hand on his knee, a reassuring move for both of you.
“Jungkook, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just—Somin messaged me.” He had been thinking about it the whole trip back to Seoul, about how her messages didn’t affect him anymore. Before, he could barely go a few minutes before responding. Now, almost 18 hours had passed and he wasn’t bothered.
“When?” Your voice came out sharper than intended, and Jungkook flinched back from you.
“Uh, last night, right after I got out of the shower.”
Your brain began to connect dots that you didn’t want it to.
“Oh,” you respond, trying to keep your voice light. Jungkook was confused at your reaction; usually you were jumping to keep him and Somin apart. This response felt like you didn’t care, like if he met up with Somin, it wouldn’t impact you at all.
“She just… I think that you’re right. The plan is working and I’ve been happier than I’ve been in a long time. But I guess there’s that part of me that needs to talk with her, express how I feel. I want to be sure.” Before I confess my feelings to you, he thought.
“Right. Well, that was the goal, getting you to figure out what you want.” You turned your head away from him and deeper into the neck pillow, trying to get this conversation done and over with before he said something that really broke your heart.
“I know. I guess I’ll meet up with her when we get back? The sooner the better I guess.”
“True, the faster you meet with her, figure it all out, the faster we can move towards breaking up.”
Jungkook freezes, but you don’t notice, too focused on not looking at him.
“At breaking up?”
“Yea, that was the plan right? We date for a couple more weeks, then break up, so you can get back with Somin, if she’s changed, you know?”
“You—”
“Hey Jungkook? I’m really tired, can we talk about this later?”
Jungkook stared at your form, taking in how closed off you were from him. He didn’t understand what changed. He sat back, finally replying to Somin’s text, agreeing to meet at a cafe by his apartment later that evening.
—
Jungkook saw you home, worried the entire ride to your place about what was happening between the two of you. He thought everything had been going well, and after last night, he didn’t know how he could have possibly fucked up. He hoped you were just PMS-ing, like Somin used to always blame moods like this on.
You let him carry your suitcase upstairs to your apartment and when he leaned in for a kiss, you kissed him back, but he felt it was almost out of obligation; your sister was sitting on the couch watching the two of you. Jungkook paused at your door, but you had turned away from him, so ready to be alone. So he let you close the door in his face, let you have time to yourself.
Jungkook got to the cafe, eyes searching for the long black hair of his ex. When he approached her she smiled at him. Jungkook saw the way her face lit up, the way the smile graced her pretty face, and felt nothing for it. Sitting down, a cafe worker took their drink order and left them alone.
“So, you said you wanted to talk?” Jungkook asked, fidgeting with his fingers drumming on his knee.
“Kookie, I miss you.” Somin leaned toward him, chest pushed out in her off the shoulder zebra print dress. Her black heel nudged against Jungkook’s leg, rubbing it suggestively.
Jungkook moved his leg out of reach and sighed.
“Somin—”
“Minnie.” She pouted, red painted bottom lip jutting out after she cut him off to correct her name.
“Somin. I—I’m sorry.” Jungkook felt awkward. Here he was, sitting in front of his ex, who was undoubtedly a gorgeous woman. But after all they had been through—all she put him through—and all the healing you had done to his heart, he realized he had fallen out of love with her a long time ago. “I know you had hopes of us getting back together.”
“Well, of course we’re getting back together Kookie. We’re made for each other. Since we were 20! I know this thing with Y/N is just revenge. You wanted to make me mad, teach me a lesson,” she said as she reached out and grabbed Jungkook’s hand in hers, “and I have learned it. Christmas without you was so sad. I had no one to go out to all the holiday parties with.”
Jungkook shifted in the metal chair. “Look, Somin—”
“Why do you keep calling me that?” she interrupted again, and Jungkook let out a loud sigh as he tried to maintain his cool.
“Because, I’m trying to tell you that I—”
“Jungkook! Somin!”
The loud yell of the barista reading out orders cut Jungkook off for the third time, and he groaned, running his tattooed hand over his face. With a huff, he stood up, walking through the crowded cafe to get the drinks so he could just tell Somin the truth; he may have initially wanted to teach her a lesson, but he ended up being the person who learned something from it. He was in love with you; wanted to spend more holidays like the one that just passed, with you. He truly didn’t feel anything for Somin anymore, other than friendship.
While Jungkook was up, Somin noticed his bag was open, a fancy camera strap hanging out of it. It was embroidered; the phrase ‘you shine brighter than anyone’ apparent once she pulled it free from his oversized black backpack. Somin threw a glance over her shoulder at Jungkook, seeing him still busy, so she stuffed the strap into her purse. Grabbing her phone, she sent a text to Taehyung.
Jungkook set down the drinks before sitting down himself and commanding the attention of his ex.
“Look, Somin, I just—I’m sorry.” Jungkook looked down at his hands before making eye contact with her. “I don’t see us getting back together. I—” he paused, taking a deep breath before he spoke his truth, “I’m in love with her, Minie. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but I want to be happy. I want you to be happy with someone who feels about you, how I feel about her.”
Somin stared at Jungkook before she laughed. He was unsure of the emotions she was actually feeling; perplexed by her reaction to what he just told her. He didn't want to be with her anymore, and he wasn’t looking for her to beg, but he expected a little more... sadness? Push back? Once she was done laughing, she leveled her gaze at him.
“You, you’ve barely been seeing her Jungkook. How can you love her?”
Jungkook took a sip of his drink, gathering his thoughts before he answered her. The judgement that laced her tone made him angry, but he didn’t want to give Somin the upper hand. He wanted to be an adult about the situation. In retrospect, he hadn’t been honest with Somin when she first confessed to him, and you deserved for him to share that honesty now, even if it was coming 5 years later.
“I think—I think a part of me has always loved her. Since that first year. Don’t get me wrong, I think I loved you too and at some point we just… I think we just broke up and then made up too many times because it was easy… familiar. I love you Minie, and you were a huge part of my life. I’m just not IN love with you.” Jungkook leaned forward towards Somin, placing his hand over here, hoping that she would see and feel his sincerity and his benevolence.
“Wow, I—You’re serious?” Somin’s voice was quiet as she questioned him. “I guess I didn’t think I’d be starting the new year without you.”
Jungkook watched as she slid her hand out from under his and placed it in her lap.
“Please, be happy for me Minie, and when you’re ready, I’ll be happy for you too.”
The loud chime from Somin’s phone went off. Jungkook watched as she looked at her screen, eyes growing wide.
“Shit, an emergency with Tae.” Somin looked up at Jungkook, her face soft and apologetic.
“Koo—I mean Jungkook, I was just surprised is all. I—I am happy for you and Y/N. Or, I guess it’s more like, I will be. I’m sorry, I have to run, but thank you for meeting with me.”
Somin gave him one last smile, as if showing she was throwing the towel in, before she stood up and left the cafe in a hurry. Jungkook watched her as she dashed off, disappearing down the sidewalk towards the nearest bus stop. He thought the meeting had gone well, or at least better than expected. Maybe Somin has grown up, he thought to himself, unaware of the way she made off cunningly with his gifted camera strap, using a text that confirmed the time for the next morning’s meeting with Taehyung as an excuse to escape.
——
After closing the door in Jungkook’s face, you retreated to your room, claiming that a headache was creeping in from the long train ride. Your sister nodded, engrossed in her latest K Drama. You rolled your suitcase into your room, stripped your travel clothes from your weary body, and entered your shower.
Free to do as you pleased, with the water to cover the sound, you wept. How foolish you felt, letting Jungkook close to you once again, only to see him rush off to Somin. It was almost like what happened 5 years ago, when you had gone to his dorm room and found her confessing. Just like then, Somin was winning Jungkook; once again he had slipped through your grasp.
That night you texted Jungkook to tell him you would be going to the office early and that he needn’t pick you up.
Jungkook was relieved upon seeing your text. He had spent the better half of the evening and the morning tearing apart his apartment. He had called his parents, his brother, and overturned his luggage onto the floor. He could not find the camera strap you made him.
He knew that he shouldn’t have taken it off the camera, but he spilled a bit of leftovers from his mom on it while on the train and removed it to make it easier to clean once he got home.
Unfortunately, it was nowhere to be found.
Jungkook was frantic; he knew that you made it for him that night you sat in the sewing room with your mom and sister while he was with your dad. Your mom had an embroidery machine, and so you snuck in there under the premise of bonding time and worked on it. He loved the phrase you chose for him; it reminded him of your love letter to him, the way you had written about him making you feel as beautiful as a night sky. “you looked at me as if the galaxies were reflected in my eyes...”
Dumping out his black backpack for the umpteenth time, Jungkook sifted through notebooks, film, wrappers from snacks, a small hygiene bag, and loose photos. He doesn’t know why he continued looking through the same places. It’s not there. Glancing at the clock, he realized he would be late to the Monday morning meeting. Giving up and putting everything he needed back into his bookbag, he stepped over the mess and headed out to his car.
Walking into the conference room, everyone looked tired from their holidays, but with the New Year around the corner, it was important for everyone to attend before January. SeoulM8’s comeback was fast approaching, and making sure everything was moving smoothly was imperative to whether the next holiday was spent relaxing or spent stressed out.
Stirring your coffee, you walked through the propped open door and maneuvered your way over to where your assistants sat. Kim, the same one who brought you the tiger lillies several weeks ago, smiled at you as she slid you the stapled packet she printed out from the email.
“I think we’ve done all our parts, the photos Jeon emailed over have been approved by the boss, and we double-checked the designers they are wearing. I think all that’s left is to get final approval on the outfits for their comeback shows and interviews during comeback week.”
You nodded, sipping the still hot coffee as Kim spoke quietly about the role you played for SeoulM8, eyes on the printed email. It didn’t help the way you could feel the mocha eyes of a certain ‘missing in action’ best friend burning into the side of your face; or the way the empty seat across from you saved for a certain ‘boyfriend’ of yours had your anxiety on edge.
With 5 minutes left until the meeting commenced, you had done a pretty good job at tuning out all of the mindless chatter around you, that is until Somin’s nasally voice interrupted your response to Kim.
“Oh, this? It’s just a little gift for JK.”
“But you broke up? He’s with Y/N now...” Hobi said, cutting off a reply from one of the assistants sitting near Somin.
“But we dated for 5 years, he’s still important to me. I think he’ll love it.” She turned her back to Hobi, who tried to make eye contact with you. You looked down at your coffee instead.
When Jimin and Taehyung walked into the room, everyone quieted down and took their seats if they weren’t already, assuming Bang PD, the head boss, would be quickly approaching behind them. Before the glass door could swing fully shut, Jungkook sprinted into the room, out of breath.
“Oh Jungkook, here!” Somin stood up, making a big show out of handing him the small gift bag that had been on the table in front of her.
“Oh? Uh, thanks Minie.” Jungkook said, looking for the head boss. Bang PD was still missing from the room, so he grasped the colorful tissue paper from the bag and removed it in one swift pull. As the paper fluttered to the table, Jungkook’s eyes lit up as he took in the present.
“Oh my God, thank you!” Jungkook wrapped his arms around Somin in a huge hug, surprising everyone in the room watching, including you. Despite all of your negative thoughts about you and Jungkook’s future, seeing him react that way was unexpected and you felt your heart ache seeing him hold her in an embrace.
Sitting down, Jungkook turns to talk to Somin when you notice Bang PD walking down the long hallway towards the closed glass doors.
You turned to the front of the room where SeoulM8 was seated next to the only empty chair in the room, fully intending to pay attention, but Jungkook’s movements directly across from you pulled your attention away. When you see the embroidered strap that YOU had given to him for Christmas a mere 2 days ago slide free from the bag, you see red. Before Bang PD can enter the room, you’ve already stood up.
Both Namjoon and Jungkook look at you, followed by everyone else’s gaze; it’s too late to hide the tears that fall down your face.
“Y/N, I can explain—” Jungkook said as you make your way around the table toward the door. He grabbed your wrist to stop you, but you pulled it from his grasp.
“Save it, Jeon. It’s over.”
You leave the meeting, walking brusquely past your boss with your head down. You type out a quick text to him as you take the elevator down, apologizing for leaving and saying that an emergency came up. Bang PD responds within a few moments.
Back in the conference room, Jungkook attempted to call you, but you sent him to voicemail twice. Giving up, he grabbed his bag, fully planning to follow you, when he saw Namjoon stand before he could. Throwing a dirty look at Jungkook, Namjoon shook his head at him before quickly following you out the door.
You haven’t gone far, making it only to your office where you gathered up the rest of your belongings when Namjoon burst in.
“Y/N,” he sounded a little out of breath, probably from running to the elevator and then to your office, you assumed, “I—”
“Save it, Joon. You didn’t want to talk to me these past few weeks, so I don’t know why you’re here now.”
“Because I realized I love you.”
You stopped packing up your laptop, eyes slowly moving to meet his.
“What did you say?”
“I said I love you. I didn’t realize it until you started dating Jungkook, but I do.”
You shook your head back and forth, unable to hear or deal with his feelings right now.
“No, Namjoon, you don’t. You just miss Jennie.”
“Y/N, listen, I should’ve realized it was you. It’s always been you. You can’t honestly tell me that you’re in love with Jungkook?” Namjoon said this last part with contempt.
Tears fell once again, and you dropped your hands uselessly to your side.
“I do, Namjoon. I honestly love him.”
“Well, I hate to say I told you so, but-”
“Then don’t,” you voiced, cutting him off with an edge to your voice.
“You and Jungkook? Please. Anyone can see how different you are. You and me, though? We’re better for each other.”
“How different we are? Why? Am I too out of his league? Not pretty enough?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying, and you know it. You guys just aren’t compatible—”
“And how the fuck would you even know?! You saw us together at what? One party? And then at work? What do you even know about our relationship, Joon?! You’ve been angry at me ever since you found out!”
“Because you and him together isn’t right! It’s supposed to be you and me!”
“Oh please, Namjoon. If Jennie hadn’t taken that Japan job and dumped you, you wouldn’t even be here right now. I wouldn’t have even crossed your mind. This is a pointless conversation.”
You walked towards the door, bag over your shoulder and laptop case in hand. Namjoon blocked the doorway, and behind him you could see nosey coworkers watching the interaction.
“Move, Namjoon.”
“Not until you talk to me.”
“No,” you go to shoulder past him, and you were able to back him up into the common area outside of your office. He grabbed at your shoulders, holding you still.
“Namjoon, let go of me!” At this moment you hated that you had dressed up for this meeting; a tight a-line pencil skirt and heels that don’t allow you the movement that you needed.
Before you can shimmy from his clutches, he’s leaning forward, his lips meeting yours in a kiss. In shock, you don’t move at first, not until your free hand shoved his shoulder and pushed him a step back.
“I can’t believe you.”
The look you gave him could burn the sun, and this time you were able to push past him; the elevator getting closer and closer as you approached. You saw Jungkook, motionless, at the platform in front of the elevators; his eyes low in a glare aimed at Namjoon, who had followed you in your haste to escape.
“Hyung, you need to leave her alone.”
“Me? I’m her best friend. I would say you were her boyfriend, but we all heard her break up with you when she left the room crying.”
“That was just a misunderstanding. So like I said, leave her alone.” Jungkook stepped forward to his full height, chest to chest with his hyung, who prior to watching him force a kiss on you, he respected a lot. The tension on the floor was thick. You were mere steps from freedom, from Namjoon and Jungkook, when his words stopped you dead in your tracks. A misunderstanding?
Did he not understand what the words ‘It’s over’ meant? That the contract, the relationship between the two of you, however real or fake, everything was null and void?
“It wasn’t a misunderstanding, Jungkook.”
Big, confused, doe eyes turned to face you. “Y/N, please let’s just talk about th—”
“Why don’t you take your own advice and listen to her, Kook. You could never treat her how she deserves.”
“Why don’t you go mind your own business Namjoon.” Jungkook bit back, fists clenched as he shook, holding back his anger. He just wanted to be alone to talk to you, but Namjoon was making it difficult.
“She is my business, she’s my best friend. She’s nothing to you now. Though, knowing you, that’s probably the reason she broke up with you. I bet you didn’t treat Somin right, and now you fucked up with Y/N. Can’t do anything right, can yo—”
Jungkook’s fist flew through the air before you could tell either of them to stop talking about what they don’t know. The sound of Namjoon’s jaw connecting to his fist echoed through the large room, and the crowd of bystanders yelled out in shock at watching a full on fight start in the building.
You yelled as Namjoon tackled Jungkook around his middle, tackling him to the ground before he reared back his fist to punch him back.
“Namjoon, stop, STOP!” you yelled as Jungkook flipped Namjoon onto his back, swapping places as he took the liberty to return the blow. Putting down your laptop and bag haphazardly, you rushed closer. Leaning down, you grabbed at Jungkook’s arm that was cocked back to throw another punch, yelling his name frantically.
“Jungkook, Kookie, PLEASE STOP!”
The two men looked at your face, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they tried to catch their breath. Jungkook’s eyes were dilated. As he took in your state, he seemed to come back to his senses. He started to climb up off of where he straddled Namjoon, pinning him to the floor, his hand reaching up towards you from where he was kneeled on the ground.
“Y/N, I’m sorry baby, please just talk to me.” Jungkook’s bottom lip was split, a small bit of blood leaking from the cut. His cheekbone was red; you knew a bruise would form there. Namjoon too tried to sit up, leaning on his elbow as his split eyebrow spilled his blood down the side of his face. He too would be sporting a shiner for the next week or so.
You almost reached for Jungkook, returned the gesture to cradle that beautiful face, but you couldn’t. Him fighting Namjoon changed nothing about the fact that Somin had the present you gave him, that she brought it to him as if she had given it to him, let alone the response he gave her when he saw it. Backing away, you almost tripped over your belongings before you thought to collect them, and then dashed into the elevator, leaving the two men bleeding on the floor as the doors shut, cutting off the view.
——
Dealing with the aftermath of the fight was not something you thought would be so difficult to do.
Working remotely meant not being able to turn off your phone so you didn’t miss any important calls or texts. Unfortunately, it also meant you had to deal with the barrage of texts and calls from friends and co-workers wanting to know about the fight.
According to Jimin, the only person other than Kim who you were responding to, the whole office heard about the fight. With Jin being Jungkook’s roommate, and of course being the resident gossip, news traveled fast that the two men got into a fist throwing match over you. This only had you double down on avoiding messages, calls, and not posting to social media. It was unlike you; as a fashionista who worked with models and artists like SeoulM8 and Kim Seokjin, people looked to your accounts for updates.
Your silence was killing Jungkook, the one person who had not given up. Jungkook hated to not give people time, but he had the feeling like the more time you had, the faster you would slip from his fingertips. You stared at your phone, watching his name light up on the screen as a picture of the two of you, set as his contact photo, taunted you with memories.
All you could do was lay there, curled up on your bed in your pajamas for the second day in a row, hating yourself. Hating the fact that you allowed yourself to break your rules, that you let Jungkook into your heart for a second time, only to watch it all come crashing down because he couldn’t let go of Somin. What did Somin have that you didn’t? How was it that she always won?
5 years ago you lost Jungkook to her, after giving him your virginity, something he knew was a big deal, as he had given his to you in exchange. And now again, you had so foolishly fallen into bed with him again, and he ran back to Somin. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice? You were already blaming yourself heavy for this one.
Another day passed before you finally pulled yourself up out of bed long enough to shower and get dressed in a different set of sweats. A knocking sound at the front door had you tense up. Luckily, your sister answered the door, able to field away anyone who wanted to see you.
Creeping silently to the door of your bedroom, you cracked it open and listened to see who was there. From the angle you could see your sister, but not who was outside, nor could they see you. The warm tone was instantly recognizable, and your eyes widened as your sister looked back at you. Shaking your head profusely, she denied entry and shut the door, walking over to you. You back away from the door, letting her in as you sit on your bed. Crossing your legs, you grabbed a stuffie and clutched it to your chest.
“Hey, can you tell me what happened? Why are you hiding out at home and not answering Jungkook’s calls? What’s going on?”
You sighed, taking a much needed breath before you recounted the whole story. You told her about the journal entries being sent out, about how Namjoon had confronted you leading to you lying and saying you were with Jungkook, who came up with the plan to fake date each other until the Somin and Namjoon issues calmed down for both of you.
She listened intently, shocked to hear that it was all fake, and she told you as much once you finished sharing about the fight that ensued on Monday.
“Sis, that man loves you. I could see it when he came to the door. I think you should talk to him.”
“No. It’s all my fault all of this happened anyways. If I hadn’t been drunk and sent those messages out, I would have never had to lie to Namjoon and start all of this.”
Yuna squirmed in your computer chair, her mouth twisted as if holding herself back.
“Actually, you didn’t do that.”
“What are you talking about Yuna? I saw the messages. I took the photos the night before because I wanted to upload them to an online journal platform.”
She nodded her head, wringing her fingers in her hand. “I know that, but you didn’t send them… I did.”
You stared at her, anger silently rising as you waited for her to continue.
“I waited until you got into the shower. You know I read the entry to Namjoon, and so when you got into the shower, I used your phone and sent a message to each guy who’s name was both in the book and in your phone. I wanted you to have someone, instead of always spending your evenings at home, bored.”
“Yuna, you knew that I did not want Namjoon to know, he and Jennie had just... and I was trying to protect him, do you see what this did?!” You threw the plushie at her angrily, standing abruptly.
“I can’t believe you would invade my privacy, you could have ruined my career, if one of those messages had been sent to the wrong person, god damn it Yuna! You’ve ruined my fucking life!”
Yuna was crying, but she set the stuffed bunny back on your bed gently before she got up and headed to leave your room. Pausing at the door, her hand poised on the door knob, she turned back to face you.
“I didn’t ruin your life. You finally had a life. You’re the one running away from it now.”
With those parting words, she left your room, closing the door and leaving you alone with your thoughts.
After Yuna left you, she went to her own room, where she scrolled through social media to find Jungkook. You already blamed her, though she felt like it was misplaced, but she felt like she might as well do something to help fix the situation. Finding Jungkook’s IG account from the photos you tagged him in, she followed him. When he returned the follow, she messaged him to contact her.
It didn’t take long for him to respond, and she asked him to meet her out somewhere. Agreeing on a local park, Yuna changed her shoes and left you moping in your room, a note on the counter that she was headed out.
Sitting on the bench, it wasn’t hard to spot Jungkook. His tousled black hair peeking from under his black beanie and the familiar black jacket was easy to spot against the white snow that had recently fallen, but like a Seoul snowfall, it wouldn’t stick for long. Carrying a hot cocoa for him and herself, Yuna held it out to him before she sat down, sipping on the warm drink.
“Yuna, I will say I’m surprised you reached out to me.” Jungkook’s usually bright voice was tinged with sadness as he looked over at her.
“I have something to tell you.” Yuna started, and Jungkook’s nerves grew.
“I was the one who sent the journal entry to you. Not my sister.”
“Oh? Okay. Thank you for telling me I guess.” Jungkook took another deep pull from the drink, letting the heat fill his body as he swallowed.
“I mean, I sent it because I didn’t want her to grow old and be alone. Every night, coming home bored to drink wine with her baby sister and watch reruns on Netflix? I wanted her to fall in love. And she did. With you.”
“I don’t think so, Yuna. She wasn’t in love with me.”
“She was; she still is! She told me everything that happened. About how dating you was all fake. But I know it wasn’t. Not for her. And not for you. No one acts the way you two acted. I know my sister; when she told me what happened, I knew that she was hurt because she’s in love with you. Like, still in love with you. She just doesn’t believe you love her back.”
Yuna stared at Jungkook, watching the way her words sank in, waiting to confirm what she already knew: Jungkook was in love with you, too.
Jungkook’s voice was quiet when he finally spoke. “How do I convince her? That I love her back?”
“I wish I knew Jungkook. I wish I knew. But if you don’t do something soon, I think you’ll lose her.”
——
Friday was New Year’s Eve, and you had to put up with Yuna running around like a lunatic cleaning the apartment to ring in the new year. You had finally resigned yourself to forgiving her for sending the journal entries. It was over and done with, and there was nothing more to do. Monday, you would be back at work like nothing happened, and didn’t want to go into the new year holding onto this year’s anger or sadness.
Yoongi, surprisingly, had reached out to you the day before about a party he was having to ring in the new year, and at first you didn’t want to go, but the longer you thought about it, you figured you should. Why spend the new year at home, where your sister would relentlessly tease you until she left. She had her own plans this year, going to a classmates to drink and watch the fireworks; so if you stayed home, you would be alone.
And you were tired of being alone. Sleeping in, you didn’t get up to join your sister in cleaning until later in the afternoon, going through your closet, bedroom, and bathroom.
You were scrubbing your shower when you heard the doorbell, but your sister, ever the nosey one, yelled that she would get it, so you continued cleaning, forgetting that someone had come to the door by the time you finished cleaning the bathroom.
When you finally stopped cleaning for the day, it was close to 9 PM, so you decided to get ready for the night out at Yoongi and Hobi’s place. After about an hour and a half, you were dressed, makeup done, and ready for the party. You ventured out of your room, noticing a large blue hatbox on the kitchen counter.
“Yuna! What’s this blue box?” you yelled, and her reply carried from down the hall.
“A delivery, for you, from earlier!”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” you grumbled, cursing your sibling as you reached to remove the lid off of it. Inside was what looked like a photobook, a beautiful ombre of pinks and purples decorating the cover. Removing it from the box, you flip it open, noticing right away the neat handwriting that could only belong to one person.
Sighing, you carry it to the couch, where you read the inscription he penned inside.
“Right at this moment, I think of you.”
Flipping through the pages, you see he’s created a scrapbook of the past month spent together. Pictures of the two of you at work, the park, each other’s places, and visiting each other’s families. Pictures of you sleeping in his arms, candids where you aren’t even aware of him taking the photos.
Each photo is vibrant, in his style of catching the light just right as it caresses your face, and you’ve never seen yourself look so beautiful. He’s scribbled little notes here and there, of what he noticed or what was happening when he snapped the camera, and you can’t help but blush when you see a photo in there of you after the two of you had sex.
“I reach out my hand, and feel your breath. With eyes closed, before we know it, we’re together.”
Your fingers trace over the photo, where Jungkook’s face is, looking at you so lovingly as you sleep on his chest, the bed sheets from his childhood bedroom covering you both strategically so nothing indecent shows.
The last page has a handwritten letter, not unlike the one you wrote for him all those years ago, with a tiger lily pressed inside. You looked up the meaning of the flower earlier in the day when you found the large vase while cleaning. Please love me. With shaky hands, you held the photobook and began to read.
Y/N,
5 years ago, you thought you were in love. I can tell you with certainty that 5 years later I pray that you are, because I am so in love with you. The way you see me, I don’t think I’ve ever been seen before. My whole life I’ve been behind the camera capturing others. And somehow you have taken the camera from me and now I’m the one being captured and seen. And I love it. You make me feel like I’m not just made up of the same ingredients that make up the stars in the sky, you make me feel like the very galaxy reflected in your eyes when you look at me. You’re beautiful, and I, Jeon Jungkook, am so in love with you. When I say I’ve always loved you, that there is no start, so there can be no end: we are fated—destined; you are mine as much as I am yours. These photos are only a fraction of the way I see you, the many shades that make up who you are, how could I ever capture them all? Please know, I want to spend the rest of time trying. So in case you didn’t see it, or weren’t sure: I love you. I want to be with you. No contracts, just you, wholeheartedly as mine, and me as yours.
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It was nearing 11 when you reached Yoongi and Hobi’s house, leaving the Uber driver with a confused look at the way you dashed out of his car. You could care less; the man you were in love with was inside that house, right now, and you would be damned to let him get away again.
Pushing through the crowd of bodies, you looked side to side, searching for the familiar black tresses, ears straining to hear his musical laugh or catch someone saying his name. Entering the living room, your eyes fell on the beer pong table, where Jimin and Taehyung were playing against Yoongi and Hobi.
Destination set on getting to that table, you wade through the throng of people with the obligatory happy new year. Some attempted to stop to ask you how you’ve been, fill you in on the latest office gossip, or inquire about the exact relationship status of Jungkook. Those in the latter category were met with major side-eye. Plastering a fake smile on your face each time, you finally shake the last of them, jogging the last few steps until your right on the edge of the game.
“Y/N! Glad to see you!” Hobi was his typical cheerful self, greeting you with his signature smile as he watched Taehyung try and line up his shot in the cups Yoongi just re-racked.
“Hey Hobi, Happy almost New Year! Have you seen Jungkook?” you asked, skipping straight to the point.
“Um, yea, he came by earlier to drop off a few kegs for us, helped us move the furniture, but he went home. Said he wasn’t really feeling like celebrating.”
Yoongi, who had just grabbed the ping pong balls before they bounced off the table, handed one to Hobi as he gave you a pointed look.
“Yea, looked pretty heartbroken all week, if you ask me.”
“Well, no one did Yoongi. Give her a break,” Hobi answered before turning to you, “he’s probably at home. You can get there before midnight if you get an Uber quick.”
Thanking him, you threw your arms around him and Yoongi in a shared hug before waving to the other two on the far side of the table. You had someplace to be.
Outside in the quiet, you requested an Uber, happy to see one not even 2 minutes away. Thankfully, Jungkook only lived 10 minutes or so from the guys. You hoped traffic would be on your side. You knew you were cutting it close; 11:30 was approaching fast.
The ride to Jungkook’s apartment gave you too much time to think. Those 15 minutes (thanks drunk pedestrians) on the car ride over allowed the nerves to settle in, along with the doubt and fears. What if he didn’t feel that way about you anymore? What if he just wanted to bring you the photobook as a goodbye?
Shaking the thought from your head, you took a deep breath before you climbed out of the car and into the hushed cold of the last day of December. You had never shown up to his place unannounced like this, so used to trailing him into his apartment. The closed door was daunting to you, but you didn’t have much time now.
Knocking louder than you needed to due to those pesky butterflies in your stomach, what feels like an hour is only 10 seconds or so until Jungkook is standing before you.
“Hi,” you said, breathless from the cold and from the sight of him after so many days apart.
“Hi,” he responded, looking just as mesmerized to see you at his doorstep, “uh, wanna come in?” Jungkook took a step back, giving you space to come in and you stepped forward into the welcomed warmth of his home.
The scene before you is not what you were expecting. Jungkook had been sitting in the dark, a half eaten pizza and a beer bottle on the coffee table, with his favorite blue and grey plaid blanket haphazardly cast aside on the couch; most likely from when he stood to welcome you.
Shucking off your boots, you walked into the living room, Jungkook silently trailing you.
“I—I’ve missed you.” His voice is low, as if afraid he would spook you.
“I’ve missed you too.” You turned to face him, the light from the paused Netflix show reflecting in his beautiful orbs. You took in his face, split lip mostly healed and the bruise faded along his cheek.
“I got your gift.”
“I’m glad.”
The conversation between the two of you was static, neither sure of what to do. The silence ticked on for a few more seconds before you decided to stop being a pussy.
“Did you mean it? What you said?”
“Of course I did.”
“I’m glad,” you repeated his earlier phrase, stepping closer to him. You placed your hands on his chest, solid muscles reacting to your touch as he subconsciously flexed them. “Because I love you, too.”
Rising on your tippy toes, you pressed your lips to his, your body relaxing when you heard the sigh he let out from the contact. His hands pulled you closer, deft fingers gripping you in all the right places as he deepened the kiss. He tasted faintly of pizza and beer, and smelled so strongly of his vanilla musk. You couldn’t believe how much he felt like home to you. Being in his arms felt right.
Bending slightly, Jungkook wrapped his arms under your thighs and lifted you up, never breaking the kiss. Hoisting you up, he carried you down the hall to his room, foot kicking the door shut behind him. So turned on by his show of strength, you rolled your hips down onto what was his growing length, seeking any friction that would help ease the ache between your thighs.
Letting out a groan, Jungkook’s hands guided your hips roughly to where he wanted you, lining up your sweet spot so you could grind on him better. Licking into his mouth, your hands tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. A slight tug exposed more of his neck, where you planted markers of your territory as you continued rolling your hips in time to his movements.
“I want you.” The whispered words went straight to your core; hearing Jungkook’s voice break with need, need for you—you couldn’t get out of your clothes fast enough.
“Bed. Now.” You demand, and he laughs as he follows your directives, setting you down once he approached the edge of his queen sized mattress. You tug your jacket off, tossing it to the foot of his bed before peeling your shirt up over your head to reveal your bra to him. He doesn’t get to look too long; you’ve gripped the waistband of his grey sweatpants and pulled them low enough to free him from it’s confines. His cock sprung free, and, licking your lips, you switch positions with him.
With his back to the bed, you pushed him down, and he went easily. Pressing your hand to his chest, you lay him back as you bend at the waist, bringing your mouth to his leaking head. You lick the bottom of his shaft up to the slit, collecting the pre-cum with the tip of your tongue before you take the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip. Under your hand, you feel his abdominal muscles contract as he lets out a moan letting you know how good you feel as you take him farther into your mouth.
Speeding your ministrations, you hollow your cheeks as you slurp around the head, using your hands to massage the dripping spit along the exposed skin you can’t reach. His hands grip your hair creating a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face so he can watch you. And wow, does he love the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock, innocent eyes blinking coyly up at him while your mouth is stretched around him. Keep it up and he could cum too quickly in your mouth.
When your free hand traveled to his scrotum, he jumped, feeling an overwhelming sense of pleasure as his sack tensed up.
“Wait, baby, I don’t want to cum yet.” Jungkook panted, and you pop off of him with a lewd sound that filled the quiet of his room.
Tugging you towards him, he scooted back on the bed until his head was flush with the headboard.
“Strip for me,” he urged, and you did, undoing the button on your jeans and sliding them down until you were naked from the waist down. His eyes stared pointedly at your chest and you unclasped your bra, adding it to the growing pile of clothes the two of you had made. Watching as he shed his shirt before laying back fully, kicking his sweats free from his body, you climbed onto the bed, and he directed you farther up his body until he could maneuver your thighs to either side of his face.
“Jungkook—”
“I’ve wanted you like this for so long, baby, please.”
Giggling softly, you lowered yourself slowly and he wound his arms around your thighs until his palms were wrestling lightly on them. The slow caress as he drew patterns on your skin matched the same pattern he drew with his tongue, you realized once he had you fully seated. Gripping the headboard, you threw your head back, rolling your hips as his lips and tongue ravaged you, the sexual sounds of him eating you out creating more for him to drink down.
Curving your back to make you hunch forward, you adjust as the pleasure builds and you see his eyes, those bright galaxies staring at you as he pleasured you to climax and you tensed as the coil in your abdomen snapped, a mix of curse words and his name pouring from your lips as he worked you through it.
Placing your hands on his sweat laced forehead, you pushed to try and pull away from the overstimulation as he let out a laugh.
Scooting yourself down his body once he released you, you fell back and to the side of his muscular thighs, trying to catch your breath. You feel him moving, a low chuckle released as his hands grasped your wrists. Pulling you up, you see he’s now seated flush to the headboard, back against the soft grey padding. He guides your hips so that you straddle him, sitting your still sopping wet cunt onto his cock. Pressed against his stomach, he can feel the warmth emanating from your opening, and groaned, wanting to be inside of you.
Pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes meet yours as he intertwines your fingers before resting your interlocked hands behind your back at the curve of your ass.
“I love you.” His voice is strong, sure and confident in the words he says as he bares more than just his body before you. “I wanted you so badly back then, I want you even more now.” He presses a kiss to your lips, causing you to grind down on him.
He kisses down your neck, hands still holding you in position over him. “Want to be inside of you, baby.” He nips at your neck, making you gasp, and when you rock forward, he’s rocking his hips down.
The head of his cock presses against your core, and you settle back onto it, walls stretching to accommodate his girth. The two of you move in tandem, lips once again reunited in a raunchy kiss that only serves to turn you on more, sending enough slick between your lower lips to allow him to slip further into you until he’s bottomed out, a snug fit as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.
Releasing your hands, his large palms hold your back to pull you closer to him as you swivel your hips, rocking so the shaft slips in and out of you in short bounces. You rock, arms wrapped lazily around his neck as you play with the wet locks of hair as you ride him at your leisure, just enjoying the feel of your bodies connected as one. Chest to chest, you can feel the speed of his heart beat; it matches your own.
“Can I go faster?” you asked, not wanting to go at a pace he wasn’t comfortable with.
“You can use me however you want, baby,” he replied, eyebrow cocked smugly as he gripped your waist tighter, “but please tell me I can cum inside.”
Nodding as you sped up, you bounced with more friction, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit as you chased your high, fucking yourself on his formiddable cock.
“That’s it, fuck, baby, right there—” Jungkook’s moans, musical as he egged you on, brought you to your peak for the second time that night. Your walls clenched around him, and as your body froze, he took advantage of the moment to shift your bodies so you were on your back with your head to the foot of the bed. Bracing his feet on edge where his mattress met the headboard, he began to piston his hips into you, chasing his own high.
“Fuck, Jungkook, I’m gonna—again—” You can barely get the words out when your third orgasm is crashing around you, legs shaking from where they’re wrapped tightly around his narrow hips. Your release makes it wetter, and your swollen walls ache to feel his cum fill you.
“Gonna fill you up so good, baby, fuck a—baby into you, fuck, I want to see you carry my—my kid,” Jungkook’s cock is drowning in your essence, and hearing him talk about kids with you causes you to tighten around him, and he’s cumming, long ropes of his hot cum filling you until it’s seeping out around him as he continues to thrust indiscriminately, velvet muscle milking him dry.
Laying skin to skin in his bed, you laugh as the alarm clock numbers alert you to the fact that you had missed the New Year by 38 minutes.
“What’s so funny?” Jungkook asked, eyes alight as he takes in your smile.
“We missed New Year’s.”
“We didn’t miss it, we were simply enjoying our New Year’s kiss for longer than most.” He quipped back, fingers tracing patterns along your back. Your own nails were lightly scratching shapes into his chest as you rested your head on his shoulder. You spent the next 20 minutes of the first hour of the new year listening to him explain what happened with the camera strap, though you had already forgiven the incident.
He wasn’t sure how Somin had the camera strap, though he suspected she stole it from his bag at the cafe. Jungkook told you about the meeting, how it helped him see that you weren’t a rebound; he was in love with you and while it was obvious to him, a part of him wanted to be sure before confessing to you. He didn’t want you to think he was rushing into things to get over his ex. He also apologized for fighting Namjoon, saying he was worried that seeing him fight would change how you viewed him, change his chances of being with you, this time for real.
“I love you, Jungkook, in case you didn’t know.”
“I love you too, in case you didn’t know.”
“Hmm, but, I think we need to talk about children though, I think it’s a little too soon, despite our parents' ideas.” You giggled, and his cheeks turned red in embarrassment.
“It was just sex talk, we’re still just practicing, okay?”
Stretching, you roll away from his body, and he follows your body heat subconsciously, his body not wanting you far from him after almost a week of radio silence.
“Hey, get back here, you’re mine.”
“Oh am I?” you teased, staying just out of his reach.
He pouted, accent slipping out as he moved closer to your retreating body.
“Yes, you’re mine, no rules, no contracts; just mine.”
“ ‘m all yours, baby,” you mumbled as you rubbed your nose to his in an eskimo kiss as he gathered you up in his arms, “and you’re mine.”
UPDATE (5.18.21): 1st Prologue is Out Now!
BTW, ily ⟢ summary: Taking place in the To All the Men I’ve Fucked Before (TATMIFB) AU, this pre-story is the backstory to you and Namjoon’s friendship. A year after losing your virginity to Jungkook, you meet Namjoon, who becomes your best friend… and who you want so much more with. Before you and Jungkook get it together in To All the Men I’ve Loved Before, there was BTW, ily.
Thank you all so much for reading! I plan on doing an epilogue and some drabbles to get more insight into the pasts of these characters! I love them so much, I don’t think I am ready to let go. The masterlist will be updated as more are added! TATMIFB Masterlist
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Hello love, I absolutely adore your writing. <3 Could you maybe do a tooth-rotting dracoxreader fluff. It can be anything, I just love soft draco sm haha. Tbh I feel like theres no such thing as too much soft draco asjdkhfask.
thank you so much!! hope this is okay :))
post shower | draco malfoy (fluff)
pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader
summary: you like picking out draco’s clothes for him and playing with his hair after he’s had a shower. and he’ll never admit it, but he likes it too.
warnings: extremely healthy relationship and soft!draco
word count: 1.9k
a/n: there’s a part where draco plays with your hair and i’m sorry if it’s not inclusive to yours (curly, afro-textured, braided etc.), i generally try to keep my imagines inclusive but this idea was just stuck in my head!! it’s quite brief but i thought i’d acknowledge that i realise some poc readers and others with curly hair just might not be able to relate and i’m really sorry about that!! :( but again, it doesn’t make up the whole imagine! <33
also not proof-read!!
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18.00. my dorm. prepare for cuddles.
my mother sent over some more of
those sweets you said you liked.
yours, draco
The ripped piece of parchment in your hand included an inked sketch beneath it; the image of a wrapped sweetie surrounded by some scribbled-out love hearts. Your heart skipped a beat at the message written in Draco’s usual rushed cursive, a small smile threatening to twitch at the corners of your lips. Glancing up towards the direction the charmed crane had come in, you sent the blond boy already watching you a small nod of confirmation.
A wink was your reward before he turned back to face Professor Snape at the front of the classroom. It made your heart flutter and your stomach fill with butterflies as you wondered how you’d ended up with a boyfriend as perfect as Draco Malfoy.
Not many would theorise that he was a secret romantic, but then again, not many truly knew Draco for who he actually was. You adored him - the way he looked, the way he smelled, how he loved you, his voice, his laugh, his jokes, and his sarcastic comments. If there was one person on the planet guaranteed to make you smile, it was the Malfoy heir.
You were thrilled to be invited back to his dorm, even if this was quite a regular occurrence that you probably should be more used to by now. The thought of spending the evening after a long day of lessons with Draco cuddled up on his bed eating sweets sent by his mother sounded like a dream come true. There was no other way you’d rather spend your time.
The rest of the day couldn’t have gone by slower, though. You finished your classes and then skipped dinner to shower, knowing you’d be stuffing your face later anyway. By the time you’d slipped on comfier clothes than your school uniform and had dried your hair, it was nearly time for you to head to Draco’s dormitory. He was lucky enough to have his own one as a prefect, with a huge bed and silk green sheets that felt amazing against your skin.
You did some last minute homework for your Herbology class in the morning, though your mind seemed to constantly drag back to your boyfriend. He was like some sort of drug and you clearly had an addiction.
Perhaps the best part was that the love she had for Draco was mirrored back onto her by the boy; their love was a redamancy to be jealous of. Students and teachers alike could see the adoration in their eyes when they looked at each other. They saw the grin on your face and the slight blush on Draco’s cheeks and knew that if what you two had wasn’t love, then love didn’t exist at all.
You had your ups and downs, of course you did. No relationship was ever always perfect. However, it was the way you were constantly able to bounce back and be stronger than before that kept the fire burning between the two of you. It was the way that Draco had worked on his communication, knowing it was the only way he’d be able to keep you, and how you’d worked on being more patient with him that meant the two of you could fall so indescribably in love.
So when you turned up to Draco’s dormitory at exactly 6 pm sharp, you opened the door without knocking, more than certain he wouldn’t mind. He never did. However, Draco was nowhere to be seen in his room. You thought maybe you’d managed to read the note wrong until you heard the running water coming from his bathroom.
You smiled to yourself as you headed towards his bed, dropping on top of the silky sheets you loved so much, your fingers tracing on top of it. Your ears strained to listen out for Draco, a deep hum filling your ears that you knew belonged to him. He had a good singing voice, but he refused to believe it whenever you told him.
You closed your eyes and listened as he hummed in the shower, his voice echoing off the walls in a way that had you wishing you could not only listen but watch him sing it. You weren’t sure when Draco stopped humming or when the water shut off, but the next thing you knew, the bathroom door was opening, steam rolling out as well as the scent of his green apple shampoo.
“Ah, darling,” Draco greeted upon seeing you lying on his bed.
You sat up, beaming at him. A white towel hung around his hips, his platinum hair wet on his head and dripping down his broad shoulders onto his platinum skin. You thought he looked beautiful like this, like some sort of God you’d like to worship. Especially with the smile that he wore upon his face, one that was reserved for you and you only.
“Hi, my love,” you said back, watching as he began to hunt through his drawers for something to wear. “You said six.”
“I must have lost track of time,” Draco admitted, “Cold days are meant for hot showers, you know.”
“No, cold days are meant for cuddles with your girlfriend,” you protested, but nevertheless scooted off the bed to join him by his dresser. “What are you gonna wear?”
“Y’wanna dress me up again, don’t you?” Draco acted as if he was annoyed, but a smile was threatening to tug at his lips.
“It’ll be cosy, ‘promise,” you replied, your hands moving through his dresser, hunting for the pair of black jogging bottoms that you liked on him. “Top or no?”
“No,” Draco replied as he stood in front of his mirror, towel drying his hair.
You found a pair of socks for him too, knowing how he hated if his feet got cold. As Draco cast a charm to dry his blond locks, you settled everything on the end of his bed for him and then began hunting through his drawers once more. You found one of his black tees and pulled your own off, shrugging his on instead.
Arms wrapped around your waist as soon as it went over your head and you shrieked as you were hauled onto his bed. You laughed as Draco suddenly crawled between your legs so he was straddling you a little, his fingers toying with the hem of his shirt.
“Did I say you could wear that, pretty girl?” Draco fauxed a glare.
“Please,” you pouted at him. “It’s comfy and smells so good. Like you.”
Draco rolled his eyes in amusement, smiling again as he kissed your forehead. “You’re lucky you’re so gorgeous. Can’t say no when you pull that face, can I?”
You beamed, feeling your cheeks heat up a little bit. You realised Draco had already pulled the joggers and socks on, his top half naked as he moved to grab his comb off of the dresser.
“Let me do it for you,” you said, holding your hand out.
Draco shot you a look. “Not a doll for you to dress up, you know.”
“‘Just wanna comb your hair for you,” you huffed, sitting on the edge of his bed, your legs dangling over the mattress.
Draco moved to stand in between them, your face level with his body as he began to brush the comb through the back of your own hair. Smiling, you leaned your head against his stomach, wrapping your arms around his middle and enjoying the sensations and tingles that Draco brushing your hair spread through your body.
Your eyes closed and you swore you could fall asleep like it - one of his large palms on your back, his comb brushing through your hair, the warmth of his toned stomach against your cheek and the smell of his aftershave and body wash fresh in your senses.
“You washed your hair, didn’t you?” Draco hummed, his hand moving off your back as he ditched the comb, his fingers playing with it.
“Yeah, had a shower before I came here,” you murmured, not peeling your eyes open, just relishing in the feeling of complete relaxation with your favourite person in the entire world.
“I can tell,” Draco murmured, his fingers gliding effortlessly through your newly-combed hair. “Your hair is really soft after washing it.”
“Good,” you replied, smiling a little against him. “That’s kind of the point of washing your hair, you know.”
“No, it’s to keep it clean,” Draco protested.
“It’s for both,” you compromised, knowing how stubborn he could get quickly. “Now can I comb your hair.”
About a minute later, Draco’s room was playing music quietly and he was slouched between your legs on the bed, the bag of sweets his mother had bought you both on his lap. Your back rested against the headboard behind you, your hands brushing through his silky platinum locks. You put the comb down, beginning to part his hair into tiny sections.
“Sweet?” Draco offered, his mouth full as he lifted his arm behind himself.
He felt you lean forwards and capture the sweet between your teeth from where your hands were occupied in his hair, making him chuckle. Draco knew you were making small plaits with the longer sections of his hair, but he closed his eyes and pretended he had no idea. To be honest, he cherished the feeling of you being so close to him, of your hands in his hair, your nails scratching gently on his scalp every now and then.
“Feels good?” You hummed, glancing down at him and seeing that his silver eyes had shut.
They flickered back open at your question, smiling when he saw you looking down at him. “A bit,” he admitted, which was an under exaggeration. He loved it.
“‘Nother sweetie, please,” you called as you moved onto your third tiny plait.
Draco’s hand came back over and fed the sweet straight into your mouth. You giggled as you carried on plaiting, humming lightly to yourself. A tug a little harder than the rest caused Draco to dramatically cry out.
“Ow!” Draco hissed, “Watch what you’re doing, woman!”
“Shh, I’m just braiding your hair,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “And if you call me woman like that one more time I will shove this comb so far up your arse-”
“Okay, okay,” Draco winced at the imagery. “By woman I meant ‘my lovely, beautiful, sweet, kind, intelligent girlfriend who I love with my whole heart’.”
“You’re such a kiss arse, Malfoy,” you replied, running your hand over the small plaits you’d created. “They look cute. You should grow your hair out like your father so I can do really good ones-”
“Y/N!” Draco grimaced, “If I ever grow my hair out as long as my fathers, feel free to cut it off for me in the middle of the night.”
You laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead as you cradled his head in your lap, your nails lightly scratching his skin. “Okay, okay. I like you with this haircut anyway. And I like the lack of gel in it. Looks so fluffy and cute.”
“Not what I’m going for, but thanks, darling,” Draco remarked, grabbing another sweet for himself. “You’re comfy, by the way.”
You simply hummed back as you began to undo the plaits, knowing Draco would be annoyed if you forgot and he had little curly bits in the morning. You grazed your fingers back through, watching his eyes flicker back.
“I love you,” Draco murmured sincerely. “So much.”
Your heart swelled. “I love you too, Draco.”
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Screwdriver→T.H
Pairings: construction worker!tom x rich!reader
Summary: in the hottest summer London’s ever experienced, tom and his team are used to help build onto your house. Working for the richest family in London, he gets a view of their daughter by the pool every single day. New day, New Bikini. And when you’re looking for sun fun and he’s looking for a break, you two know right where to fine each other
Warnings: explicit smut: unprotected sex, sneaking around, rough, Dom!tom. bit of dorky tom and a cocky reader
Wc: 2k
A/n: thank you to the wonderful @tommyunderoos for the amazing idea that boy I’m running so far with. No thoughts. Head empty. Just Tom using tools all day😩
(Pic is not mine)
London's hottest summer day fell during the mist of June. Short skirts and crop tops made up your summer, letting loose and drunk every night was the best part. Or so used to be the best part.
While your summer was made up of fun, reckless adventures where you made a mess of everything, Tom cleaned it up. For his hands were all on deck for building the new section of your house for your family.
The name you hadn’t heard since high-school made a special summer reappearance. No longer was the boy scrawny, dorky, constantly fixed on his homework, but was now built and had a soft tan from the summer sun beating down in his skin. You never sought the boy out to be working in construction, for you always remembered him to be more brains than body but your father promised the team he was on was one of the best in town. They would get it done quick and fast and wouldn’t even bat an eye in your direction.
As you remembered tom differently, tom remembered you the same. Preppy-rich girl who was just a tad nicer than the rest. Still occasionally using him for his homework like the rest, you had at least told him ‘thank you’ and acknowledged him in the halls. He was just like every other boy, everyone wanted to fuck you but no one truly did for it was rumored you were a virgin all of high-school. None of that was his business but when he got the call saying the summer project was under your name he swallowed extra hard. Already imagining what you looked like now and how hard it was to control himself then. How hard it would be for now.
Working for you was one of his worst jobs yet. The physical work was fairly easy, your father only requested two extra rooms built on so the project would be over by late July the latest. But that wasn’t the problem, the problem was you sitting each day by the pool in a new tiny bikini. Taking advantage of the London’s sun right in front of his face. Rubbing sunscreen all over your body only made him wish his belt was looser around his pants. Oh how you would sometimes arch your back to stretch—
“Tom!” Nearly hitting his finger with the hammer so distracted, he pulled himself out of his daydream when he heard his brother's voice. “The screw!” He demanded annoyed watching him eye fuck the girl he hadn’t even spoken to yet.
“W-what?” He pretended it was the loud noise of the drill that distracted him but in reality everyone knew it was you.
“The goddamn screw! It’s inside! Go get it!” His younger brother at a higher distance than him, normally the two would’ve bickered for about a half an hour fighting who would move to get the screw. But Tom didn’t know if it was the summer heat or the baby blue bikini but he couldn't focus for the life of him.
The house was almost always empty, or just so large that the space the team took up was never a space the family wanted to be around for every time tom went in he could never find anyone who actually lived around there.
But the house was as big as his entire flat complex. You could so easily get lost in here.
“Fuck!” Tom cursed as he searched through tool boxes but never noticed you came into the room. Wearing the same bikini he watched you in outside, you wore a long unbuttoned-button down to cover yourself. Or at least try to.
“Everything okay?” Your voice angelic to his ears and makes him completely stop. Sure he grew, he was no longer the small boy but his shy heart around you remained the same.
“Huh? Y-yeah. Need a screw?” Why his words came out in such a questions was embarrassingly beyond him. You laugh at his words realizing how sexual they were beyond what he meant.
“No, I don’t need one. Do you?” You teased. The iced beer melted in your hand. The way your fingers tightly wrapped around the beer only worsened his thoughts of it being him—
“Y-Yeah, sorry. The tool of course. I need the tool—“ he hated himself for rambling so much. Making himself a fool in front of the girl he crushed on since high-school.
“I knew what you meant, I was just teasing tom.” His name fell off your tongue so effortlessly. His name. You remembered his name.
“You know my name?” What he thought was in his thoughts was said aloud.
“Yeah...you always helped me with my maths. Who would’ve thought that the boy so smart in maths but couldn’t do P.E. Ended up in a job like this?” As you hoped you were flirting, his face fell down a little remembering the high school years where he wasn’t like he was now. “Sorry, I just meant you were so smart—“
“This job includes math, don’t worry.” He has a pressed-lipped smile and looks away. You still stood in front of him with that tiny string bikini that he just wanted to pull apart. See just how sturdy that counter top was that you stood next to.
“Right.” Feeling as if you made a fool of yourself, you shift on your feet. “Well, I’ll let you get to it. Can I get you a drink? Water? Lemonade? Beer? It’s so hot outside you must be thirsty.” You offered and boy was he but not for water.
“I’d love a beer but technically can’t drink on the job.” He shrugs. You look down at the beer in your hand before holding it out, offering a sip to him.
“One sip won’t hurt. I’ll make sure to get you some water too.” You grew a smirk and he took the beer from you, his lips meeting where yours once were as he allowed the cold liquid to run down his throat. Giving him the boost he needed for the hour.
“Thanks.” Something about the thought of how his lips pressed against the lip of the bottle made you shift your legs. You felt yourself grow wet at the thought of his lips where yours once were and what else his lips could do.
“We should catch up sometime.” You said in a calm voice. The same nervousness he had when he found out he’d be working with you, grew strong as he nodded.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “We should.” Picking up the screw that was needed all along he didn’t know how long he would last standing near you. Another second would feel like another year going by.
Before he could get out though, you grab him by the arm. You always knew how flustered he got but you didn’t know it stuck years later. You remember when he would trip over his words while helping you in maths. Now you were both nervous of each other but knew what you both wanted.
“How badly do you need that screwdriver out there?” You set the beer bottle down. His arms so big in your hands, freckles painted down his shoulders, the tightness of the white shirt he wore that had marks all over it made you only want him more.
“I’m not sure, pretty hot out there the boys want to try and get done early so we can—“ His face was close to yours, lips so close you could almost lock them. He looks from your eyes to his lips before moving back a bit.
“Tom,” you cut him off. “I noticed every day you staring at me. I might’ve sucked at math in school but I’m not completely stupid.” You tell. He wants to touch you, god he wants to fuck you on this counter but he can’t. Not right now.
“They’ll notice if I’m gone for too long.” His voice airy and you move your hands to his waist to pull him into you.
“Then let’s see how fast we can be.” Your lips crash into his. His hands wrapping around your waist pulling you close. While his hands went to your waist yours pulled his face in more, making up for all the missed years.
“N-Not here.” He pulled back already out of breath. There was a bathroom close by, plenty of space, one that was open for the workers to use throughout the day instead of the port-a-potties outside.
Pulling you into the bathroom, he locked the door. Quickly having you against the bathroom counter. His lips pressing against yours as the belt of his tools drop to the floor.
“Waited so long for this,” he allowed you to kiss against his neck. “Ever since you started asking me for help fuck—“ with the slip of your finger, your binki top fell right before his eyes.
“Oh yeah? Why do you think I always asked you for help?” You tease as you only shut him up. His hand came to run his thumb over the tip of your nipple before you tugged at his shirt needing it off.
“Tom,” you moaned as paid no attention to your needs for his shirt but rather paid full attention in making you feel good. His lips pressing kisses down your chest until he takes each breast in, letting your hands run through his hair pushing him down more. “I need you, inside me.” You breathe out.
“So fucking hot.” He said more to himself as he turned you around.
Now having a view of both of you, you could see the mess you already made of his hair in the mirror as he took no time entering you. Giving you just enough time to adjust to his size before moving, your eyes fell close.
“Uh-uh,” he wraps his free hand around your neck and pulls you right into his chest. “Watch.” His eyes meet yours, his hand still loosely around your throat as he finds a steady pace to fuck you in.
You struggle to keep your eyes open as you’re fully nude in front of the mirror, only his shirt off but not enough time for his pants but he still made due. Thrusting his hips at a steady pace, burying his face into your neck pressing kisses as he pounded into you.
“Fuck Tom! Please!” You cried out as you felt yourself coming close so quickly. Your hand going down to your clit, he quickly moves it so that his can come down and finally watch you come undone for him.
“So fucking tight.” He threw his own head back before he felt you tighten around him. “Keep your fucking eyes open.”
“I’m gonna—I need to—“ you start to cry but he shakes his head only going faster.
“Not yet darling,” he looks at you in the mirror, how badly you want to hold onto him and use him to get off but you would have all the time in the world, later. Now he just needed you.
As you almost couldn’t hear him, his thumb rubs harder at your clit and he almost finally snaps you back into reality as his words loud.
“Cum! Now!” He nearly demanded from you and you did, coming undone under him as you felt your legs go weak and your eyes fall shut, not being able to keep them open as he caught his own high.
The two of you catching your own breaths, your hands planted on the counter trying to keep yourself up while he was still holding you, making sure you were okay.
You turn around, looking at the haze in his face and the glow in his eyes all caused by you. You let your fingers run through his hair once more before he hears the shout of his name.
“We should get drinks sometime.” You finally speak and he has a small smirk grow to his face. “When do you get off?”
“Well just five minutes ago.” He jokes, taking your innocent words and making them in a teasing manner. Your hand playfully slaps his chest. Reaching down to grab the bikini you came in with, you tie it back on with his help. “I get off at seven darling.” He kisses your cheek. His name called by his brother louder this time making him groan.
“I know a place we can go.” You bite your lip, you never saw this version of tom and couldn’t wait to see all of it.
“Oh yeah? The place I’m thinking of is closer to my flat.” He suggested and you almost whimper at the thought of a night with him.
He hears his name being called again and he lets out a groan.
“For fucks sake! Hold on!” He shouts, making you jump a little but get excited for tonight’s drinks.
“I think you need this.” You pull the screwdriver you see from his back pocket and hand it to him. He gives you a playful glare and reaches for the door. On the other side stands a curly redhead with a look that goes from angry to shocked when he sees you.
Tom doesn’t even pay the boy any attention as he walks past handing him the tool he needed all along.
“Found your fucking screwdriver.”
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Our Snowfall
Pairing: Baji x Reader
Request: OPEN
Note: I cried writing this I’m in so much pain rn 😭
Baji slowly opened the door,revealing room of white color, with faint sent of medicines and anti-septic's.
Earlier he was playing catch with Mikey outside, but Mikey wanting to show off threw the ball too hard making the ball zoom across the sky as it breaks the window to a hospital room.
Baji was about to shout at Mikey only to find the blonde boy had disappeared without a trace. And now Baji was on a mission to get his ball back.
“I’m sorry for breaking your window.” Baji bows his head from the door.
“Don’t worry about it.”
Baji blinked in confusion. The voice was that of a young child and not an adult like he was expecting. He raises his head to see a small figure ,who looked really weak.
The person smiled. “The ball is on the table there. It would be best if you left before nurse comes back.”
Baji nods as he walks in and takes the ball. He notices that the broken glasses pieces were already picked up and clean.
Baji turns to look at you. “My name is Baji Keisuke. What is yours?”
Your lips curl into a weak smile. “My name is Y/N…”
Baji walks towards you. “Are you sick,Y/N?” His expression was somewhat worried.
You nod. “I’ve been here forever.” You laugh. “Mama told me I can’t go outside because I get sick easily so I stay at the hospital so Mr. Doctor can help me…”
Baji frowned. He was always an active kid who spend most of his time playing around so when he heard that you don’t get to go outside,it made him sad. “Is it okay if I visit you sometime.”
Your eyes widens as color appears on your cheeks,you then smiled brightly. “I would love that!”
True to his words,Baji immediately visited you the next day.
Ever since Baji entered your life,your life has been full of colors. Baji would always talk about how he spend his day,he would talk about his friends and all the crazy thing they would do.
He would always visit you,never making you feel lonely. Along the way he even introduced some of his friends. First he brought Mikey along and then the next Mitsuya and Pachin.
You were scared at first when Baji said they were in gangs but when you got to know them,they were just dorks,lovable and funny dorks.
“I heard this time we are going to have a white Christmas.” You said as you looked outside.
Baji who was cutting apples for you, stopped as he looks at you. “Are you going to be with your parents?”
You shook your head. “Both my mom and dad are going to be busy with work so they said we can’t celebrate it with me this time.”
You smiled as you turned to look at Baji. “But the nurses said they’re going to set up a Christmas tree so I’m excited!”
Baji looks at how your eyes brightened when you talked about the Christmas tree. You looked so happy talking about and that made you seem so much beautiful.
“I’m sure it would look so pretty-“ Your words came to a halt when you started coughing. The coughing never seemed to die down making Baji rush to your side and when it finally did,there were blood in your hands. He looked at you in horror but you didn’t seem to panic,rather you looked as if you were think ‘Not this again.’ As if this happened regularly.
“I’ll get the doctor real quick!” With that he rushes away.
…….
To your dismay the Christmas tree was smaller than expected but nevertheless you enjoyed the cake your parents ordered for you,you ended up eating them with the grandma next door.
Maybe it was because you weren’t with Baji today,the day felt bit gloomier even-though it was such a joyous day. You missed Baji.
Just when you were about to sleep,tiny knocks were heard at your door. “Psttt, Y/N.”
You look at the door confused. “Baji what are you doing here?”
Before you knew it,Baji makes you wear a thick jacket and cover your neck with a muffler not answering your question.The wide grin on his face perked your curiosity more.
He then kneels in front of you,his back facing you. “Get on!”
“Huh?”
Baji turns to you and he gives you a grin. “I’m going to show you a huge Christmas tree.”
Baji and you then sneak out of the hospital as he carries you to the main town. You gleam at how beautifully the place was decorated. The air outside was cold but it was so fresh, so much frsh as compared to the air in your hospital room.
“It started snowing!” You shouted excited as you raised one of you hand to try and hold it,only for it to melt as soon as it touches you. “The report was right! We’re having a white Christmas!” It was your first time actually being outside when it was snowing, normally you'd only watch the snow from inside.
Places were beautifully lit, decorated with lights filled with joyful atmosphere. Some with their family others on dates. As people start to stare at the sky taking in the entrance of the snow.
“We’re here!” Baji stops walking as he nudges his head at a particular direction.
There at a distance was a huge Christmas tree, decorated with fairy lights, colorful bulbs and small other decorations. “Wow…”
“Beautiful isn’t it-“ Baji stopped speaking as he looked at your expression. Your eyes gleamed as it shone,from all the lights, you nose and cheeks slightly flushed from cold but the most beautiful part was your smile.
You burrowed you face against Baji’s neck,making him feel ticklish but he didn’t mind it rather he love it. “Thank you Keisuke …” He could feel your breath against his neck.
“I’m so glad I could spend the Christmas with you…”
……
“I hate school!” Baji shouts as he messes his hair in frustration. “I don’t know why I have to study this bull shit!” Baji was currently in you room as he worked on his homework while you were reading a book. A pleasant way you guys would spend your time together. It has almost been two years since you guys met.
You laugh at Baji’s expression as you set down the book you were reading. “Come on now~ Don’t say that..I think school must be fun.”
Baji stops as he realizes what he did. You were someone who could never join school after multiple incidents of you passing out or getting rushed to hospitals when you were a kid.
You couldn’t experience school like he did. Baji huffs as he goes back to his books. “Fine… I’ll aim for twenty marks this time.”
“Twenty? That’s not even the pass mark.” You laugh at him. “How about you go for thirty at least.”
“Thats not the pass mark either, Y/N!“
You were about to say something when a sudden thought came into mind. “Keisuke … I actually was watching tv yesterday and I saw someone making a pumpkin themed cake…”
“So I thought I’d want to eat that but I don’t think I can complete it by myself. So how about you join me…?” Your cheeks flushed red.
You were basically asking him out on a date.Sure you guys spend time together alone but you never once made an offer like this to him. It has been months since you figured out you had feelings so Baji but you never really acted on it.
Since the thought of you getting rejected and in turn losing a beloved friend scared you to no end.
“Sure!” You turned your head quickly at his reply. Baji was smiling as well as he continued. “When would it be?”
You smile as you brought your hands together, excited. “I was thinking of October 31..”
“Ah… I don’t think I can join you then…” Baji replied regretfully. “How about November 1?”
“Sure!” As long as you could spend time with Baji, you were happy.
But then that day never came.
That day you waited for Baji to enter the room,with an untouched cake box on the table. The door opens to reveal Mikey,Draken and Mitsuya.
“Baji…Baji died during our fight against Valhalla …”
Would it be funny if you said you ate the cake while you cried? Probably,but that’s what you actually did. Stuffing you mouth with the soft creamy treat as tears pool you eyes.
Days after were as if a curtain closed closed your window, everything felt so much dim and it didn’t help that your condition seemed to worsen.
You were losing weight at an alarming rate,coughing up more blood at frequent rates. You grew increasingly weaker as you parents even took time off their jobs to nurse you.
But at certain nights you would wake up in tears,as you could barely breathe as you searched for Baji,hoping to see him with you in the room. “Keisuke…”
It was a peaceful winter evening ,the air was cold and places were quiet as white snow gently falls in the ground.
People outside were looking and hoping that the snow would set properly. Kids were already outside as they excitedly play out, parents in their homes were making food to warm themselves up.
“Stay with me Y/N!”
People were rushing all over the room as you dad hold your crying mom.
You head felt as if it was going to burst,a strong sense of nausea filled you. Everything you hear and see seemed so muffled and blur.
Despite you body feeling limp, it was twitching. You breathing which was rapid at first seemed to now slow down,accompanied with a strong aching pain.
Then suddenly all those suffering at once disappear.
You entered into a white place,as if each and every part was covered in snow.Your body felt light with no presence of pain that you were feeling just a second before.
You walked around too see that in a distance was a very familiar person.A person who made you life so much brighter. A person who you enjoyed every moment spend with him. A person you loved.
That person turns around as he expression turns into a frown.
“Why did you join me so early?”
You smile as a tear rolls down your face. “I guess I missed you too much,Keisuke.”
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