#especially in the last that bunch of ungrateful fucks
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ok this is not exactly a rant but i've been thinking, as someone who writes, about the way that we female authors present our female characters because in the vast majority of the books I've read, they are mostly the means to an end and the end is a man.
like literally so many female characters have their own growth thrown to the wind and for what? to put a ring on it?
maybe is just not appealing to me as a reader but why can't growth and love coexist? why can't a power angry woman be loved when men are idolized through every shitty and downright abusive and toxic behavior known on god's green earth?
i want my cruel and vindictive and unhinged women to be loved like they hang the moon in the sky for the vile and cruel creatures that they are why do women need to be bite sized or worst need to be punished even if their cruelty is basically a survival instinct while the man can be everything they want regardless of why and how the math isn't mathing
#look this makes me angry#women in literature#we aren't talking the gone girl kinda evil we are talking of women's nature outside of mens shitty behaviors#books#jude duarte#yes it's kinda about her my baby could have been the most powerful being ever but nope look that part doesn't make an ounce of sense#nyx triskelion#cruel babe who doesn't have 1 problem in being cruel#torture him babe who cares#the cruel prince#cruel beauty#fantasy books#Katherine pierce#i will never watch tvd in its entirety bc of reasons but she is my babe#buffy summers#especially in the last that bunch of ungrateful fucks#look i want to talk about books bc words literally saved my ass since the down of day but i also want to be real about it
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Mutual Help | #46
↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content
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⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢
Closing one of the boxes with a tape, you look around what used to be your living room and technically still is, but the remainder that it soon won't be is too real and big. Packing some of your things that Jungkook will later take to his place makes you doubt your decision. Only because you already feel bad at the thought of taking up his space no matter how many times he has told you it's not true. More like has scolded you with that prominent frown of his. You just can't help it.
All of this feels weird.
You will have to leave a bunch of your furniture behind, well to sell it to be completely exact which kind of makes you sad to be doing. There isn't space where you could store your couch, television and other stuff Jungkook already has in his apartment. He has helped you with everything, from searching for possible buyers and putting all your stuff on the internet that needs to be sold. You had done that together during sad evenings of you sulking next to Jungkook.
"You've made the right decision,"
You get startled at Jimin's soft voice next to you, completely forgetting for a second that he's been holding the box for you so you could tape it. He sets it on top of another box as he gives you an encouraging smile, hand squeezing your shoulder.
"Stop doubting everything, you've stayed at his place so many times, it's your second home at this point." Jimin jokes, causing you to glare at him but a playful grin cracks on your lips as you silently agree with him. You also appreciate how he tries to put you at ease, sensing your doubting.
All of you have stayed at Jungkook's home so many times that it doesn't feel like a foreign place. But still, it's Jungkook's home.
"I know, I just... it feels weird to move in there." you admit quietly, feeling bad for even saying it out loud because somehow, it makes you sad for Jungkook.
He's here sacrificing his space and privacy for you, just so he can help you. You know it's more than that but it doesn't feel right to have thoughts like these, constantly doubting this whole situation as Jimin has called it.
"You've always been bad with changes," Jimin offers simply, squeezing your shoulder for the last time before he lets go.
He's right, you realize as soon as he says it. You don't like changes, at least not big ones like this and especially in your little fucked up situation.
"I think that's why you feel dubious about this and that's completely fine. But you know Jungkook, and I think his place is the most comfortable place you could be living in."
Again, Jimin is more than right. Out of all the options you had, Jungkook's place feels like the most comfortable and safe option for you. Not that living with your other two friends wouldn't. There are just more cons of living with one of them. For example, Jimin's place is smaller and you already feel bad for taking up most of Jungkook's current space once you move in with him. Taehyung's wild life full of bringing strangers to his home isn't the most pleasant place to be living in, and you can't expect him to change things because of you. Not that you'd want him to.
Another thing that scares you though, something you haven't said out loud and definitely aren't planning to tell Jimin, is the fact you're going to be so close to Jungkook now. You'll be under the same roof which makes a little intrigued excitement spark inside of you.
"Yeah, I know," you murmur, "I don't mean to sound ungrateful."
"You don't," Jimin smiles and assures you, "You just sound like our Y/N."
That makes you chuckle, your conversation soon interrupted by manly chuckles as Taehyung and Jungkook walk out of your kitchen shoving each other as you roll your eyes at their usual and childish behavior. They said they came to help but so far, it looks like they came to help to empty your pantry. Taehyung holding one of your snacks says it all as they finally join you.
"Why that serious face?" Taehyung asks as soon as he spots you, wiggling his brows as he shamelessly takes a bite of the snack, silently challenging you to tell him something. But before you can tell him off, playfully of course because yes, you're slightly annoyed but not to the point you'd have to get angry because it's just a stupid snack, Jimin beats you to it.
"Ah, our friend here is getting all guilty and dubious." Jimin says mischievously, ignoring the grin you send him as you already hear Jungkook sighing as he plops on your couch, arm stretching and resting on the couch's top.
"Why?" Taehyung almost whines, "Girl, just enjoy the huge bathtub. I'd kill to have one in my place. And Jungkook is like the cleanest guy I know, he even does his own laundry and he actually likes it!"
That makes you laugh as Jungkook grins but rolls his eyes at Taehyung complimenting his laundry skills. He says it as if it's super unusual for men to do this kind of stuff.
"No, you're just saying that because you're a pig." Jimin jumps into the conversation, both you and Jungkook laughing at Taehyung's open mouth and the well-known glare he shoots at his friend.
The two of them start to bicker, something you're not in the mood to listen again and thanks to Jungkook you don't have to, because as soon as you plop onto the spot next to him, his arm stretched behind you, you're slightly intoxicated by the smell of him which is one of your biggest weaknesses when it comes to him. The guy is wearing sweatpants and a shirt and you're already drooling. And that's enough to zone out the bickering of those two for a moment but there's something else Jungkook wants to say.
"You're bruising my ego with all that doubting shit," he says lightly, grinning at you as you realize how close you're sitting next to him.
You can see his skin so clearly, he's so close that it would only take two seconds to lean in for you to kiss him, two seconds to eye the silver jewelry decorating his brow that you still can't get used to. Everytime you see it, it's like a slap to your face that reminds you how hot, more hot, your best friend is getting. Not that you thought it's even possible.
He's joking but still voicing the elephant in the room which causes more guilt to come to the surface as your features soften. "That's not it, Kook. I made my decision and I'm fine with it, I just--you know me. I'm grateful you're letting me stay at your place. I really am."
"Really?" Jungkook asks, smirking as he raises his brow at you. For a moment you look at him expectantly and confusingly, until he leans towards you to get close to your ear. "How grateful?"
Glancing at him, you look straight away to feel his hot breath on the side of your face again as you bite into your lower lip, eyes flickering to Jimin and Taehyung who are fooling around while laughing. You're too distracted to tell them to put down those pillows before they break something.
"Very grateful." you mutter to Jungkook, sounding almost sheepishly as excitement and shyness shakes in your chest.
"Hm, you can show me later then," he proposes, voice husky and low which makes you instantly gulp, trying to hide how much his words affect you.
It's the first time Jungkook has hinted at something like that since that incredible morning at his place with your legs stretched for his mouth. You've been thinking about that a lot, you're not going to lie and you've no idea what comes over Jungkook to act like this again, but you love it and you're here for it. You feel that flame of lust and excitement that you've felt with him in June and then months after, during the deal you had.
Finding his eyes, you find them mischievously looking into yours and you have to brace yourself not to get too distracted. "Maybe I will." you tell him silently, lips curving in a satisfied smirk when he grins at you – not in the typical cute bunny way, but in the way you're ten seconds from sitting on his lap.
"Yah, what are you two whispering about?" Taehyung suddenly yells, giving a last smack to Jimin's head with your pillow and then cackles when Jimin tells him to fuck off.
"Just how dumb the two of you are." Jungkook reacts, tongue in his cheek teasingly as Taehyung gasps.
"Yo, don't forget you're the younger one."
"Yeah, and I seriously doubt that sometimes." he murmurs, eyes flickering to yours as you giggle.
But before Taehyung can complain about the younger's attitude, the ringing of Jungkook's phone resounds and he picks it up, informing the food delivery is here seconds after. After another minute of bickering, Jimin drags Taehyung with him since there is a lot of food and you're sure some part of him has done it to get back at Taehyung. Eventually, they go down to pick up the food while you tell them you'll pack a few more boxes until they come back, which shouldn't take long.
Jungkook offers to help, the whole purpose of him being here actually, and he follows you to your bedroom. There is a lot of stuff you've to pack and even though you don't have to move out in a month or more, you've to arrange things you'll throw away, sell or take with you. Which reminds you that the person who is buying your couch, is supposed to come in two days and take it with them. More things won't be here in a few days and technically, it won't be a proper living space. The most important things such as your bed or stool in the kitchen where you can sit down and have your meal are still here. You're taking your bed with you, although you're not sure how Jungkook will make space in his office for it.
But – he's too determined to make it work and who are you to oppose.
That's why you've decided to spend the first night at Jungkook's apartment because it'll make things easier. You still have to clean this place after some of the furniture and things are done. It's not dirty because you cleaned it every day but still, there must be dust and dirt behind the furniture. After talking to your friends, they all said you should focus on making this apartment to its needed state and sleeping at Jungkook's place (slash living) would make things easier. And you've to agree.
Still, it's happening too soon but somehow, you're okay with it because it makes sense.
There are already a few boxes in your bedroom, most of them seasonal clothes that you don't need in this current weather which are thick and warm jackets or summer dresses. Packing your make-up is the first task you settle upon, knowing it shouldn't take too long and Taehyung and Jimin will be here any minute.
Jungkook continues with the process he was doing before disappearing in the kitchen with Taehyung, so you don't worry about him as you hear him rustle behind you. Too occupied in your thoughts and a task, you don't notice the sudden silence, and Jungkook's steps aimed towards you are just an empty sound at the back of your mind. That's until he settles a box in front of you, a box you haven't seen in a while but know very much.
You want to abruptly turn around and scold him for bringing this out right now, but he presses himself onto you so that it's almost impossible.
"What do we have here?" he muses teasingly, causing you to scoff. "Haven't seen this one in a while."
And then you watch his tattooed hand slowly opening the box as you're met with a sight of the only sex toy you own, and that is very much thanks to the man standing behind you.
"What? You wanted to borrow it?" you murmur dryly, hearing him chuckle but that is before he delivers a light spank to the side of your ass that makes you yelp.
Completely unexpected and surprised by his reaction, you can't help but feel warmness in the pit of your stomach as your toes curl, especially with Jungkook's close proximity.
"Don't get smart on me." he warns, causing you to bite your lower lip as you try to let out a careless scoff.
"Close it before the guys see it." you tell him, breath hitching when he wraps his arm around your waist and starts caressing your stomach which sets alive the thousand of butterflies in your body. Fuck, you hate him for knowing how to touch you. Even the slightest touch makes your body on fire.
"What, they already know you owe one, don't you remember?" he hums, playing into the game as his hand inches lower and plays with the hem of your sweatpants.
"Yeah, thanks to you," you point out dryly again, giggling when Jungkook suddenly presses his lips into your neck and gently bites you there. "They were too drunk, they probably don't remember." You voice your thoughts hearing Jungkook hum as the tip of his fingers get under the hem, meeting the fabric of your panties.
"Trying to calm down your worries by telling yourself that?" he teases, chuckling into your neck as you arch your back, meeting his hard chest as soon as his fingers get under the hem of your panties as well. Fuck, what is he doing?
"Fuck you," you let out shakily.
"I will, soon," he promises, causing you to whine as his fingers get close to your heat but not quite enough to be touching you there just yet. "This okay?" he assures, causing your heart to swell as you nod too quickly.
And that's all he needs before he lowers his hand and cups you inside your underwear, two fingers parting your lower lips as you suddenly gasp, leaning onto Jungkook whose body holds you in place. Head thrown back, you grab his hand that moved to your hip while the other one is busy being buried in your panties, you squeeze his warm and soft skin.
"You're not throwing it away, right? That would be rude, it was quite expensive,"
His voice is full of mischief and he gives you no time to respond, fingers finding your clit as he circles around the sensitive bud causing you to gasp, his name dying on your tongue as he hums.
"We could have fun with it, like the good old days..."
He's teasing you, you hear the smirk in his voice and you can feel his lips stretching against the skin of the temple where his mouth lays.
"Shut up," you choke up, knowing you should end this before the guys can find you here like this. There would be a lot of explaining to do and you're not quite ready for interrogation from them.
"What, liking it too much?"
"Fuck," you gasp when his fingers glide easily and circling your entrance, thanks to the wetness that Jungkook caused with his mouth. Maybe just a few more minutes won't hurt...
But the universe isn't on your side because just as the tip of Jungkook's finger is about to enter you, your mouth falling open with knees close to buckling, the sound of your door being open is like a glass shattering on the floor. Jungkook sighs, pulling out his hand out of your panties as you turn around, face completely flushed and heated, just in time to see him putting his middle finger in his mouth.
His lips wrap around his long finger deliciously, it lasts just a second as he tastes you with your open left ajar with rushed breaths. "Too bad baby, the fun has ended." And apparently, so have you.
You're almost falling apart, the pet name that probably fell out of his mouth without much thinking has caused your whole pussy to throb, begging to feel his fingers again. And he is so fucking hot, he surely knows it because he gives you a pleased smirk, raising his brow at you.
"We are here!" Taehyung yells, too close to you to be yelling like this but it's the only warning that wakes you out of your daze, your hands automatically moving to close the box that Jungkook has so kindly opened.
Just in time Taehyung barges in the room, his brown and attentive eyes falling on your figure and he finds you odd, especially the way you're staring at him. On another hand, Jungkook looks completely fine and walks to Taehyung as if nothing happened. "Come on, let's eat."
"Yeah," Taehyung says, eyeing you as Jungkook brushes past him. "You good?"
"Yeah, yeah," you answer too quickly, touching your cheeks as you shake your head and give him a nervous chuckle.
Whatever it is, Taehyung decides to ignore it because you've been acting weird these days and it has a lot to do with the whole moving change and process, so he doesn't really blame you. He follows you, the four of you washing your hands before you eat the delicious food that is already prepared in your living room thanks to Jimin.
As you and Jungkook wash your hands, you can't help but give him a glance while you're reminded what has just happened – but Jungkook cocks his brow at you cockily and all you can do is shake your head at him, splashing him with tiny droplets on your fingers in his face.
The two of you join your friends with stupid grins on your faces – them being completely unaware of the exchange.
There's a bit of a helpless feeling that cuts in your chest thanks to your stuff that's currently taking up a lot of space in Jungkook's office. After feeding yourselves and dividing boxes to your and Jungkook's car, all of you have moved to his apartment to properly celebrate – as Taehyung has called it but he's just looking for an excuse to drink and eat free food. Not that you mind, they have helped you a lot today and it's nice to hang out again without all the club setting that you've slowly grown tired of.
Sprawled on Jungkook's couch, you bring cans of coke to each of them as they murmur a poor excuse of "thank you", completely immersed in trying to choose a good movie.
"Jungkook, don't forget about Friday," you tell him as you join them on the couch, squeezed between Jungkook and Taehyung causing the older one to grumble annoyingly at you, pointing at the huge space of Jungkook's couch. "This is the best spot," you argue at Taehyung, shoving your elbow in his stomach as he swats your arm away.
"What's Friday anyway?" Taehyung asks, scooting a little to have some space so you're not glued to his side with an unappreciative frown, frowning even more when you provocatively grin at him.
"Ah, my boss invited Jungkook to one of our celebration parties. Don't ask me, completely unnecessary but our participation is somehow required. Shortly said, we got this amazing deal with another model agency in China which of course, means more money for the company and my boss thinks it's great to celebrate it. He also invited some partners and possible future partners,"
"So, he wants to basically impress them and maybe snatch a few new deals." Jimin says which you automatically nod to.
"Okay, but why is Jungkook invited? Can't you bring me instead?" Taehyung whines, causing you to snort as Jimin does the same thing.
"What would you possibly do there?"
"Ah, excuse me?" Taehyung scoffs, "If it means free food and alcohol, I'm always down to attend any unnecessary celebrations."
Jungkook chuckles next to you, eyes still fully attached to the screen while trying to find a movie all of you will be okay with – the hardest task of tonight. Jimin and you join, laughing at Taehyung as he grins but you all know he's not bluffing.
Shaking head, you open your mouth. "Jungkook actually took some pictures for the company a few months ago and Junho was very pleased with them. He asked me on Tuesday if I could perhaps tell Jungkook that he's invited, he knows he's my friend so I think he purposely asked me, so there's a bigger chance he'd go or something."
It is actually strange of Junho but at the same time you're not surprised. It's pretty rare of him to show any kind of praise to his employees and people working under him, but he's been completely swooned by Jungkook's talent which to be honest, you're not shocked since you know him and his work. Everyone has been very pleased with the outcome of Jungkook's great photography skills.
You were even more surprised to be stopped by Junho in the hallway, he doesn't speak to you if it's not necessary, and he actually acted like a nice human being for once. You're not stupid and delusional, of course it was because he wanted something from you and that something is Jungkook's presence at the party. Still, the looks of some of your co-workers they exchanged are still fresh in your memory and you wonder if there are already any rumors going around. If yes, Yoongi would be the first one to kindly remind you of them.
"Ah, yeah, I remember you guys mentioned he did something for your company." Taehyung recalls, causing you to nod along his words.
"Yeah, I think Junho just wants to impress the partners and is using Jungkook for it, I don't know," you shrug, "And you," you nudge Jungkook in the shoulder but he only hums in return with his mouth open as he stares at the screen.
So you reach for his longer hair, tugging onto them as he scolds you with a frown. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," you scold him back, hearing Jimin and Taehyung snicker next to you. "You don't have to go, I'll just tell him you're busy or something."
"Nah, it's fine. I told you I'll go." he tells you, turning his eyes back to the screen causing you to roll your eyes at him in annoyance.
"No, I'm serious. Don't feel like you've to go with me because I complained to you that I don't want to go."
"Why would you not wanna go, Y/N?" Taehyung whines, "You're such a party pooper. Hello, get all the free booze and food, maybe you'll fancy some of the new partners, I bet they're all rich guys."
"Yes, rich guys in their fifties," you roll your eyes at Taehyung, "It's not like I don't wanna go--"
"You specifically said you don't want to socialize with your co-workers and bunch of strangers, you also hate to be on your own at these kinds of things," Jungkook remarks, causing you to glare at him as the two of your other friends start to laugh.
You shrink in embarrassment. Okay, maybe you've said the socializing part but it's true. It's not like you don't like your co-workers or something, but there are many people working in the company and you're really not in the mood to stand in the heels and act all posh when you could be laying home, well Jungkook's home, and eating and looking like a pig with no effort needed.
"Plus, I don't have any plans anyway and it kinda sounds fun." Jungkook shrugs.
He's always been a little bit more outgoing than you, he likes to occupy himself and be busy no matter what that means. He's usually very productive and for exchange, he actually doesn't mind meeting new people and mingling around. But you get it, it actually could bring a good job opportunity for him – even though he doesn't need it, because he's mostly booked for every day and if not, he's busy editing all the photos he had taken.
"Okay, well, you're invited so it's up to you," you end it with that, hearing Jungkook hum before he triumphantly yells at finding a good movie which startles you, but as always your glare gets ignored as everyone gets comfortable.
Reaching for the blanket abandoned next to Jungkook, you cover yourself and lean your head against Taehyung's shoulder. Finally as the first scene starts to play, everyone keeps silent but not until you and Taehyung start to bicker because of the blanket. In the end, Taehyung wins and you're forced to share it with him, both of you shushed by annoyed Jimin and Jungkook.
Sometime in the middle of the movie, a bottle of wine is opened and you slowly sip on it throughout it, finding an amazing comfort in the form of Taehyung's shoulders and Jungkook's lap where your legs lay. Sheepishly, you've urged Jungkook to massage your feet which he refused but your constant and very persistent look convinced him.
Everything feels cozy, causing you to get slightly drowsy especially once the lights are off and the only light illuminates from the screen. Surely, the wine in your system has something to do with your tiredness and slight tipsiness you realize at your usual tipsy behavior.
However, Jimin and Taehyung don't look any different as they finally stretch themselves once the credits roll and Jungkook turns the lights on. He offers them to stay over but they both refuse, both of them having plans in the morning apparently. So you both walk them to the front door, bidding goodbye and not avoiding Taehyung's teasing.
"Look at them, they look like a married couple, shoving us out."
Jimin snickers and you roll your eyes at the obvious tipsy Taehyung who gives you a boxy grin and very tight hug that makes you slap his back.
"You could've stayed, you dumbass," you tell Taehyung, moving to Jimin as you hug him.
"Don't listen to him, he's just babbling nonsense as usual." Jimin says, both of you laughing before they walk out of Jungkook's apartment and go to their awaiting cub in front of the building.
It feels very odd – knowing you're staying here and it's not the usual type of sleepover or necessary staying over like usual. But still, you find comfort in Jungkook's place of knowing it for so long so it doesn't feel uncomfortable or anything close to it.
You're in the kitchen washing the used glasses when Jungkook comes into the kitchen, throwing empty packages to the bin that were left on the coffee table.
"I'd clean it tomorrow, don't worry about it." he tells you, standing next to you as he leans against the counter, watching you washing the last glass.
"Come on, it's nothing," you tell him with a chuckle, turning off the water as Jungkook already grabs the kitchen cloth and wipes all the glasses.
You mimic his previous pose, leaning yourself while Jungkook takes care of the washed dishes and both of you fall into a casual conversation that turns into a giggle fit thanks to your tipsiness. Jungkook looks tipsy as well, although not as giggly like you but his face is slightly flushed and his eyes have that spark, the kind of spark he has whenever he drinks.
Once everything is taken care of, Jungkook scurries to take a shower since you so kindly let him take it first. Informing him you've to take out some of your needed stuff anyway, you hear the door being closed. Deeply in thoughts and in the middle of pulling out your cosmetic bag, you gasp at the spilled make-up in it and your hands being covered in the foundation that had to be closed, not good enough. Groaning, you grow annoyed at yourself for letting such a mistake happen especially when the brand isn't as cheap as you'd like it to be. It's everywhere, almost spilling onto the floor but you quickly wipe it off into your (thankfully) old shirt.
In the midst of your tipsy annoyance, you naturally walk towards the bathroom, ready to have an explanation ready for Jungkook and your sudden appearance in the bathroom. Clumsily, you somehow manage to open the door with your elbow without getting anything dirty.
"Sorry, sorry, I spilled some of my foundation and it's everywhere," you automatically call out to Jungkook, noticing he's already in shower and one peek at his naked backside, you quickly move towards the sink.
"Suit yourself," Jungkook calls out amusingly, causing you to glance across your shoulder to find him in the same position with a smirk on his lips.
Turning around, your face gets hot and it's definitely not from the slowly creating steam of the warm water, you rub your hands clean with a good amount of soap. Once your hands are clean, you groan at your shirt still being messed up. Taking another peek at Jungkook, you see he is turned with his back to you, the glass of the shower getting foggy not allowing you any other peek. Biting your lower lip, you giggle to yourself as something comes over to you (and you blame the wine) before you carefully take off the shirt and the rest of your homewear clothes.
Jungkook is completely clueless, head leaned back as in his tipsy mind he's trying to sober up thanks to the water in his face. So clueless that he doesn't notice you sneaking behind him, until he hears the shower door being pushed open which causes his head to tilt forward and open his eyes, glancing across his shoulder to find you there.
And fuck, you really are there. Standing with a sheepish grin, breasts completely bare for his eyes with the rest of your body and it takes everything for him not to eye you like a prey. For now, he settles on being confused at your sudden presence.
"Wanting to save up some water?" he jokes, eyes staying on your face respectfully as you inch towards him closer, hand holding his hip as you brush against him and reach for his scented shower gel.
"Uhm, you know, since I'm paying half of the rent now." you joke back, knowing you're nowhere paying half of the actual rent because Jungkook wouldn't allow it. Since this apartment is his and he's paying the mortgage monthly, you settled on paying the same amount you've paid for your old apartment.
It's the only solution the both of you agreed to, so you're fine with it. You have to be.
Squirting some of his shower gel into your palm, Jungkook offers to put it back into its place as you hand it to him and start washing yourself. And god, he is so distracted by you groping your breasts gently as you wash them, nipples perked up the whole time.
And then your eyes flicker to him, finding him watching you while the water drips down his buffed chest and abs, giving him a mere smirk before your hands are on your stomach. You're such a minx, Jungkook thinks because there is no way you've no idea what you're doing. You're so bold and turn into another version of you whenever the slightest amount of alcohol is involved and he is here for it. You're temptation, one that is so close to him and so freaking tempting.
So he plays the game, hands washing his own body and brushing against his firm abs, enjoying how you're watching him attentively, letting your eyes drop to his length. Even in its flaccid state, you can't help but feel your mouth water, up from his trail of hair and the soft patch of pubic hair to his complimenting length between his legs. He looks like a god, with water dripping down his body and hair slicked back, and you fight the urge to give him any more clue how much you want him. Not with your eyes though.
Turning around, you feel his eyes on your backside and as you look across your shoulder for perhaps the tenth time for the past few minutes, you find him already eyeing your ass. The way he looks at you sparks so much fire inside of you, it compliments you and instead of getting insecure about your body, you feel like the most confident woman on earth. Maybe it's the horniness and a little bit of alcohol as well, but you just know Jungkook has it in his eyes.
"Can you wash my back? I can't reach it," you ask him sweetly, both of you knowing it's such a lie and just your attempt of making him suffer even more.
"Of course you can't," Jungkook hums, amusement more than clear in his voice and if you turned around, you'd see it's on his face as well. But he takes the bait, accepting your attempt of making him touch you with open arms because not even two seconds later, you feel his hands on your back.
And he is so close, hand around your waist that tugs you closer to him and towards the stream of the water. At first, his hands are on your shoulders, massaging your tensed muscles as you sigh in content, enjoying how his hands feel like. Jungkook is sneaky, nowhere staying on your back and shoulders only because soon enough, he's cupping your breasts and squeezing them in his big palms, thumbs brushing over your nipples.
Gasping, you lean against him and your own hand shoots behind you, somehow meeting Jungkook's backside as you squeeze the soft but perky flesh. His hands are everywhere, moving down your stomach and even to your sides where it tickles which causes you to giggle, but it only lasts shortly because it's soon exchanged with a loud gasp of Jungkook's name.
The man behind you cups your sex, rubbing his fingers and finding it sleek between your thighs as he hums behind you. Your fingernails dig into the flesh of his asscheek, hips rolling into his hand shamelessly.
"Please," you beg, shamelessly again, "Jungkook."
"You want my fingers?" he asks with a soft but husky hum, lips against your temple as you nod eagerly.
"Yes, please, anything." Your breathless plea resounds between the shower walls, urging Jungkook to make a move with you giving him all the consent he needs.
Fuck, you swear you see starts once he finally slips one of his long fingers inside your cunt, taming your undying need for him just a little bit. He feels how tight and warm you are inside, almost forgetting how it feels and with each slow drag he makes with his finger, you let out a soft moan. Soon enough, you're beginning for more, wanting to be stretched out more because it is just not enough. And your pleas are enough for Jungkook to listen to you, adding another finger as he fingers you while the water keeps dripping down your heated bodies.
Your own hands sneaking between them, cupping his hardening cock, feeling another pinch of pleasure from just a single touch of his manhood.
"Washing, huh? Was this your plan all along?" he asks, suddenly hand cupping your jaw, turning your head towards him as you're met with his dark and hooded eyes causing your insides to shake with excitement, lust and another wave of pleasure.
"Not really, but it works." you breathe out, eyes falling onto his lips and he does the same.
The non-verbal plea unsaid between you two before your lips meet in a rushed and heated kiss, teeth clacking and tongues shamelessly in each other's mouth. Even after months of not touching you, Jungkook seems to know your body even better than yourself, in the midst of your making out he adds a third finger that makes you gasp, giving him a great opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth once again. He pumps his fingers, feeling your walls clench around him while your own hand starts pumping his length. The two of you pleasuring each other, until you have to pull away for an oxygen and you take that opportunity to touch Jungkook's chest and slightly push him to gain his attention.
"Take me to bed, Jungkook,"
You both know what that means and there could be many words exchanged, although he turns off the water and the two of you rush out of the shower. Jungkook hands you the towel, drying himself off messily the same way you do before you're already on your tiptoes kissing him. Arms wrapped around your waist, he backs you into the counter as he kisses you back, your whimpers heard between the kisses as his hands eagerly grab your ass.
Moving on, you're startled once Jungkook suddenly grabs you by your thighs and picks you up as if you weigh nothing, a soft yelp leaving your lips before his mouth is back on yours. Arms around his neck, he walks into his bedroom with you in his hold, lips messily kissing each other as he tries not to bump into anything on his way there. Naked, skin pressed against skin, you feel the slight cold whoosh of air hitting your bodies but Jungkook's warmth and fire flowing inside you make it almost unnoticeable.
The first moment as your back softly and slowly hits the mattress, you pry your eyes open and watch Jungkook hovering over you, seconds away from joining you as he holds himself up and starts kissing down your neck. His experienced and soft mouth leaves wet trails of kisses all over your chest, smooching your warm and in some places still damp skin. As soon as his mouth rounds around your nipple, you know you're done for and Jungkook proves it right because as soon as he sucks on your sensitive bud, his name leaves your mouth like an anthem. While Jungkook busies himself with your breasts, moving to another in a minute to give it proper attention and devoted time, your hands are all over his massive and strong back.
Whenever your fingernails put a slight pressure on his skin, you feel him groan against your breasts and hand sneaking between your thighs to rub you again. It's like whatever you do to make him good, Jungkook makes sure he does twice the amount to make you feel good. Head in the clouds, the pleas of having his fingers inside of you are almost unnoticed by you and you swear you're ready to confess the biggest love to him because he actually listens to you, and a second later his two fingers slide into you again. Surely, you're in a pure ecstasy that is so intertwined with lust and pleasure, you'd tell him anything. You've never craved for any man touch like you crave for Jungkook and you know it's because he knows you and your body exceptionally well.
Sure, in the middle of what is actually happening right now, you're aware that the man who is currently fingering you and sucking your breasts, is your best friend. And all the man you had sex with, a proper sex with, were your boyfriends and it does feel different. To have a sex with someone you're not in relationship with and weirdly enough, you don't care about none of it and maybe you feel even bigger excitement and lust. You're letting lust control you and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels too good.
Jungkook is too good.
And with him cherishing your body and giving you an incredible amount of pleasure, none of it matters at the moment and you don't even think about it.
"Ah, shit, yeah, right there." you moan out breathlessly, eyes thrown back when Jungkook's fingers brush against that good spot.
He curls his fingers inside you, body still hovering over you as you force yourself to look at him and enjoy the view in front of you. Bottom lip between his teeth and eyes focused on his hand, you almost burst, surrendering yourself to the pleasure. Grabbing Jungkook's shoulders, you squeeze them and give them a little tug to catch his attention and with a soft call (or more like a moan) you get it, his eyes flickering to yours.
"I want you, fuck me Jungkook."
Jungkook swears his dick twitches at your innocent tone but such a dirty request at the same time. Still, he searches your face and brows slightly pinched together in a slight uncertainty.
"Are you sure?" he asks, fingers sliding out of you causing you to clench around nothing and almost whimper in disappointment.
"Do I seem unsure?" you answer sassily, showing your mere annoyance which causes him to chuckle as he suddenly straightens himself.
Shamelessly ranking down his chest and stopping at his hard dick, you bite your lip and cock your head forward to usher him. He chuckles amusingly before he reaches towards his nightstand and just that already makes you too greedy and excited.
The sight of a foil package in Jungkook's hands, you're brought back to all those times you've had that opportunity to see this exact view, and you're too close to bring your own hand between your thighs but you know you'd never done such a good job like Jungkook. He rips it open, pulling out the condom as you watch him through the entire process of putting it on and down his thick hardened length.
You feel more wetness gush from you, most likely staining Jungkook's fresh sheets and it reminds you how messy sex actually is. He gives himself a few testing tugs, eyes focused on his own hand and cock before they flicker to yours. He knocks the breath off you. His hair wet from the shower falling into his eyes, causing him to bring the other hand to brush his fingers through his raven black hair to push it back. Abs and muscles flexing with each movement he makes, while his dark lusted eyes stare right back at you.
"How do you want it?"
Ignoring the way your pussy clenches at those words, you stretch yourself slightly causing Jungkook's eyes to fall down your body for a moment.
"However you want me," you breathe out, "Just fuck me."
"On your knees, ass up," Jungkook commands right away, excitement shooting through your entire body as you catch the happy shriek that wants to get out.
Turning on your stomach, you barely get on your knees as you feel Jungkook's arm under you, wrapped around your stomach as he hoists you up, other hand pressing against your back and adding a slight pressure. It causes your forehead to press against the soft sheets and mattress, ass perched up for Jungkook's eyes to see.
His hand and fingers are back on your pussy, rubbing it slowly and spreading more wetness. "So swollen," he murmurs behind you, causing you to clench embarrassingly as a soft chuckle resounds behind you.
"You want me to stretch you more?" he asks, still entering you with three fingers while expecting your answer.
And he gets it, at first in the form of a shake of your head. "No, fuck me, please."
"You sure?" he asks, tone turning dubious for a second.
Despite your neediness, he still adds a fourth finger that makes you groan at the stretch, voice muffled thanks to the mattress. "Yeah, sure." you gasp, causing him to laugh a little behind you.
"I don't know, babe," he teases you, "Are you sure you can take me?"
Even in your current state, you can't help but scoff at him. "I've had sex after and before you, Jeon."
With one movement, his fingers are gone and before you can whine, the impact of his hand against the ass cuts you off and you gasp at the sudden slap.
"Don't get smart on me," he scoffs back, "As much as I wanna fuck you, I don't wanna hurt you."
You turn around your head slightly, enough to catch a slight glimpse of Jungkook's face. "Just go slow, it should be fine."
"As you wish," Jungkook mumbles, giving your ass a decent slap.
The tip of his cock grazes over your pussy, poking your clit causing you to whimper needily Jungkook's name. The first second when his tip slowly enters you, your mouth falls open and you swear you're ready to cum right here and there. But Jungkook decides to tease you, or at least that's what you think, when he enters you and pulls out before another inch can make it inside.
"Jungkook," you pout, moving your ass towards Jungkook but all you're met is another slap to your right asscheek.
"Be patient," He has the audacity to scold you and understandably, your annoyance starts to come to the surface. "You haven't been properly fucked, have you?"
"What?" you breathe out, heart picking up its pace because he has hit the nail in the head with this one. And you've no idea what gave it away, maybe he just deduces it by the obvious neediness you're exposing right now.
"Come on, just look at you," he chuckles amusingly, tip entering you again as he pushes his length into you.
Gasping, you grip the sheets and hold them tightly in your hands, feeling your hole stretch around him and the pressure isn't the most comfortable feeling, but you're more than eager to take him. However, Jungkook doesn't push in fully and if you could turn around, you'd see his cock is barely inside you.
"You're so needy, like a little slut," he says huskily, suddenly leaning towards you that you feel his chest brush against your back before his mouth hovers over your cheek. You realize he's checking for your reaction and you're automatically remembered the only and the first time he has called you that. Slut.
He made sure you were okay with that the morning after and the simple thought of that makes your heart swell at his thoughtfulness. And again, being degraded isn't your thing because you're proud and want to appear self-confident. It's the exact opposite of what being degraded feels like. But somehow, weirdly enough, the fact that Jungkook says it the way he does and in the middle of sex, you don't mind how degrading that is. You love it because it's safe to say, you're slut only for him.
"Yes, for you," you whisper, gasping when Jungkook enters you with another inch, your mouth falling open right away at the sensual feeling of being stretched.
"Not for anyone else?" he hums, your mind somewhere else to be fully grasping what he's asking you but somehow you manage, nodding right away.
"No," you choke out, wanting to feel no one else but Jungkook.
He pulls out, not fully just enough to let his tip in as he starts sliding back in, this time even deeper than before.
"Good," he whispers into your ear, straightening as he grabs your hips and starts pushing all of him in. "You good? It doesn't hurt?" he asks, voice slightly strained as he fights off the urge to thrust into you.
"No, just go slow." you tell him, not hearing any response from him but if you could see him, you'd notice him giving a soft nod as he obeys and tries to go slowly.
He's careful with each inch, your soft gasps lead him to continue until he's fully buried inside you. Your walls are burning, not used to the sudden stretch because it's been a while. Having sex and even more than a while having Jungkook inside you. And you can't believe this is finally happening, excitement and eagerness coming right back as you wiggle your ass, silently telling Jungkook to move and he does. He listens to you and his own body, thrusting in and out slowly and carefully.
Thanks to your wetness, you're lubricated enough to take him and find it just as enjoyable as he does. His hands grip you even tighter, hips moving faster when you beg him to and even though you're not screaming your lungs out, your soft moans and whimpers and occasional Jungkook's name being moaned out, it coaxes Jungkook to move faster and deeper. He's so hard inside you, hitting your spot deliciously.
The evident sounds skin on skin echoes in your ears and around Jungkook's bedroom and he takes no mercy on you, fucking you just like you plea him to in your ecstatic state. He feels good, too good to be true and you feel yourself clenching around him even more tightly, almost whining that you're already ready to cum.
You can't hold it back any further, cursing loudly as the tight knot in your stomach frees and you're cumming around him.
"Fuck," Jungkook curses behind you, feeling you clenching around him repeatedly – therefore getting even more tighter to the point it's getting harder for him to move. "Fuck baby, you gotta relax,"
And you do because if one thing can relax you and get you all feral during sex, it's being called baby by him.
"You okay with--"
"Keep going," you cut him off, Jungkook momentarily pausing as he grabs your ass and pushes your asscheeks apart, getting a good view of your pussy swallowing him.
And it's enough for him to listen to you all over again, ramming his hips into you causing his balls to hit your swollen clit which makes your head spin and gives another wave of pleasure to your tired body that is still recovering from your first orgasm.
"You're gonna give me another one, huh?" Jungkook asks through clenched teeth, fingers digging into your hips so tightly that they might bruise later but the extra added pain adds just the right amount to your already existing pleasure and to the tingle between your legs.
"Kook," That's all you manage to say, not being able to properly give him an answer because your already swollen and sensitive heat is close to the second orgasm.
"Shit," Jungkook curses, head tilted back and eyes screwed shut because as soon as he feels your second orgasm, he feels his balls tightening and he knows he's just seconds from cumming too.
You're groaning and so is he, in his own little and silent way, and once your own body aches from the position and two mind-blowing orgasms, you're whimpering from overstimulation because you're not sure if you can take another, in this case, third orgasm.
"I know, I know," Jungkook grunts, right before a growl makes its way out of his mouth and he's finally cumming, chasing his own high.
He fills up the condom, thrusts slowing down until they halt. Your rushed and loud breaths can be heard in the room, echoing through the walls as Jungkook slowly pats your ass before slowly pulling out. You cringe at the feeling but miss him inside you right away, the empty feeling making you pout. But as soon as Jungkook's cock is out of you, your whole body fails you and you fall onto your back, met with the ceiling.
"Fuck," you tell for the hundreth time today, hand on your forehead as you're trying to catch a breath.
Jungkook grins, slowly backing away as he disposes himself off the condom, carefully trying not to spill anything out. You're so spaced out that you barely acknowledge him leaving the room for a moment, grabbing one of his used towels as he cleans himself before he joins you.
"Well, we didn't take long," he chuckles, "to have sex, I mean."
You almost jump when you feel a cloth being pressed against your swollen sex, Jungkook's sparkly dark eyes watching you amusingly as he cleans you.
"That was the best sex I had in a while," you comment, still blunt and mind completely blown by the orgasm, no orgasms, that Jungkook has gifted you with.
"Thanks,"
Looking at Jungkook, you find him grinning, body lazily and exhaustedly falling next to you as you just as lazily slap him on the chest.
"You're so cocky," you comment, biting onto your lower lip and still drowning in your post-orgasm state. Hell, your thighs ache so much already and you're sure your back is starting to hurt too, but it was definitely worth it.
"Uhm," he hums, not disagreeing with you as he suddenly throws his arm around you and cuddles into your chest. He pecks your breasts which causes you to squeal and laugh at the same time, his hair tickling you on your neck.
"And clingy too apparently."
The little slap he gives to your breast almost knocks the breath out of you, your mouth shut completely. It's not too hard to the point it hurts, in fact you've barely felt it but enough to acknowledge and understand his response to you.
"You wore me out, woman," Jungkook chuckles, closing his eyes and you lay there for a moment, bodies still hot to feel cold. And surprisingly, it's very warm in Jungkook's bedroom which stinks of sex and it only reminds you that the two of you smell of it as well.
However, both lazy and practically unable to move, you don't even mind that you're just laying there completely naked. Plus, Jungkook's body next to you warms you well enough for now.
"You should go pee," he mumbles sleepily all of a sudden, reminding you as you whine childishly causing him to chuckle. He lays there for a moment before he suddenly plops onto his elbows and gives you a stern look. "Come on, don't be lazy now."
"You wore me out, man," you joke, the two of you laughing as Jungkook tries to hoist you up while you childishly protest.
"We should probably take another shower," he reminds you, which causes you to whine even more but you know he's right. You don't necessarily stink of sweat but the scent of sex and the wetness between your thighs isn't something you want to go to bed with – to sleep of course.
"Fine," you grumble, "Can I sleep in this bed though?" you pout cutely and how could Jungkook resist. Plus, it's not like he wasn't planning to offer you his bed.
"Sure, I'll take the couch." he says, standing up as he walks up to his dresser and pulls out some fresh clothes which he drapes over his shoulder, still fully naked when he gives you a stern look.
"You don't have to do that," you tell him, stretching some more before you force yourself to stand up. "We can just share the bed, I mean you, we just had a sex, so... and besides, we usually share the bed."
"Yeah, but you're living here now... so I wasn't sure if that wouldn't be crossing--"
"It's not, I'm cool with it," you assure him, "Are you?"
"Yeah, I am," he assures you back and you shrug effortlessly at him to prove the point, brushing past him but not before he slaps your ass again.
Glaring at him but deep down loving it, you're met with a mischievous bunny grin as you make your way to the bathroom, warning Jungkook to let you pee in peace because that man is capable of anything.
"You sneaked in while I was taking a shower!" he calls after you, an amused tone vibrating in his voice as you giggle.
"That's different!" you call back, finally shutting the door.
"Different how?!"
You don't answer, although the only thing Jungkook can hear are your giggles which causes him to shake his head at you while a soft smile makes it on his lips.
Thursday comes fast, despite the extra hours you had to spend at work, and living with Jungkook for almost a week seems to pass even faster. It does feel weird from time to time but at the same time, you've grown used to the routine and the feeling of having a roommate.
The morning after you had sex, Jungkook left you a note and actually prepared a breakfast for you which was covered with a cloche. He really put a number on you, letting you deal with proper muscle pain but despite that, the two of you worked completely fine and things haven't been weird.
Living with Jungkook is different from the times where you used to just sleepover at his place, whatever the reason was behind it. And that's because Jungkook's week is even busier than yours. He barely wakes up at the same time like you do, by the time your alarm starts blasting in your ears, Jungkook's side of the bed is cold and he's already out. He comes home late, exhausted but still finds the time to go to the local gym to have his work-out, whining like a baby when he misses one day.
Still, there are nights when you catch a movie together until one of you falls asleep, and wakes up the other before you both scurry to the bedroom. At least, your bed is in Jungkook's office at the moment, the second room he uses to work on his photos or play games on a computer. However, the bed is disassembled and no matter how many times you've told Jungkook you'll just call someone to put it together, he insists he'll do it. But with his busy schedule, the pieces of wood are leaned against the wall with a few boxes of yours in the office.
Seriously, you've no idea how he'll make it work but you lost the interest to argue with him again. Or more like bicker. Jungkook is stubborn and persistent, so are you, but you're happy to even have a place to sleep at so you usually just wave him off which he seems to like.
It's very rare for you to be just quiet and not argue back, so he feels like he has the upper hand.
Overall, you realize you've been stressing out over this whole living thing together. So far, it's not bad at all (not that you thought it'll be bad), it was more about your guilt which to be honest you still have. Jungkook's office is soon going to be turned into your room slash his remaining office. Sometimes he works on his computer late at night, sometimes until early morning and there it is, that feeling of guilt of taking up all of his space.
Kook: when are you coming home? I'm not sure if I should cook something for dinner or order
Your phone chirps with a new notification, a message from Jungkook as you sit in your car.
"Idk, I'm actually going out with Maya... she texted me during the day, she wants to celebrate their engagement"
You wait for his reply which comes a minute after. He has to be home early. Surprisingly, when you were waking up for work today Jungkook was still in bed soundlessly asleep. So you've made yourself breakfast and left something for him too, since whoever wakes up first usually makes breakfast for both of you. It's not something you've discussed purposely, it was just a pure want to reciprocate his kindness of relieving you of having to spend extra minutes making yourself breakfast. Plus, you think it's his way of making sure you will eat proper food in the morning, knowing your ways of barely putting anything in your stomach in the early hours.
"But whatever you decide make sure you leave me some leftovers ;)"
"I'm not sure if we'll eat something while we're out, I think she just wants to drink to celebrate"
When the last time you and Maya hung out, the time when she announced her engagement to you, she was talking about some kind of massive celebration in a club which to be honest, you weren't a complete fan of because you have enough of those with Taehyung. However, you weren't about to decline her since she seemed to be excited about it and she just got engaged. Plus, she's your friend, a new friend at that, so you just went with it.
But you're both busy with work and it's hard to align your schedules. She actually wanted to meet during the weekend but since there's a party at your work on Friday, you're not sure how many other parties you'll be able to do. You'd really like to spend the weekend at home, Jungkook's home, preferably cuddling to a blanket on his soft and huge couch and using the advantage of his massive television screen – and all the technical things the man has because he clearly loves it and owns some of the best stuff.
You should be enjoying it, right? Since you're paying the rent.
You almost laugh at your thoughts, staring at the bubbles that appear on the screen, letting you know Jungkook is typing a response.
Kook: sure, have fun ;) just don't get too drunk
"It's Thursday, you seriously think I'm gonna get drunk during the week? >.<"
Kook: anything is possible when it comes to you
"I'm gonna think of it as a compliment"
Kook: not what I had in mind but sure, suit yourself
"I can't even drink alcohol because I'm driving, I think we'll just toast with champagne and stick to non alcoholic drinks for the rest of the night"
Surely not what Maya had in mind at first, but what can you do. You've got to work with what you have.
Kook: oh that's right
Kook: btw, thanks for the breakfast ;)
"returning the favor ;P"
"I'll text you when I'm coming back, gotta drive now"
Kook: okay, drive safely
You stop yourself from texting that one thing you'd usually do, biting into the inside of your cheek as you open the streaming app instead and turn on some music. Heart slightly cracking, you quickly drive out of the parking lot before you can feel bad and sad all over again.
Jungkook is doing okay, you tell yourself and focus on the driving instead.
"How's living with Jungkook?"
Maya doesn't waste her time, dropping the question she has been curious about ever since you ordered the mentioned glass of champagne. Giving her a knowing look, you set the glass down after taking a decent sip.
"Good?" you tell her unsurely, "I can't complain, Jungkook is great."
"Uhm, I'm sure he is," she giggles, met with your raised brow and pursed lips. "Namjoon told me apparently you've been indecisive about living with him at first." she says more calmly, finally stopping to give you a look that seems as if she knew something you don't know. She's just teasing when it comes to Jungkook, definitely not the first person to do that.
"And how does Namjoon know about that?" you hum, plopping your elbow onto the table as you place your chin on your palm, eyes expectedly watching her.
"Jungkook told him when they went out the other day," She waves her hand, "It was before you moved in, actually." she adds and you nod.
So you explain to her your feelings and thoughts about it, while she nods the whole time along your words attentively listening to you until you end it that you're happy about your decision because overall, it's the best option you had.
It feels easy to talk about it to another person, to someone that is not involved in it as much as perhaps Jimin and Taehyung are. Not that you mind that, not at all! In a way, you think Maya is more blunt with you than one of your friends would be, even though they're awfully honest they still care about your feelings a lot. Maya does too but still, she's your new friend and a woman, seeing things slightly differently.
Overall, she agrees with everything anyone has said to you so far and she's just another factor that makes you think; It's not that serious or deep, just enjoy it and let him help you.
The place she has chosen for you to meet feels comfortable and intimate at the same time, thanks to the dim lighting. It's more on the posh side which surprises you, especially some of the prices for a simple drink but luckily, you both stick to non-alcohol drinks for the rest of the night since both of you have to drive back home. You've never been in this place and like Maya reveals, she has been coming here with Namjoon for date nights when they're not particularly aiming for the dinner date.
Somehow, the conversation about two lovebirds that are about to be married, actually very soon since Maya says they're already planning it and want to get married this year, brings you to your own love life. You don't feel uncomfortable talking about it, not even when you bring Haneul and the coincidence of you meeting at the same club, not leaving the fact Jungkook already punched him.
"Jungkook is something else, I swear," Maya giggles, obviously getting excited at the thought of Jungkook punching your ex-boyfriend for you. "But I think he had done the right thing, you said Haneul was coming on to you and even though you were confused about it, he should have asked you before being intrusive."
"I'm glad Jungkook had stepped in," you admit, "I don't know what I'd have done if he wasn't there."
That catches Maya's attention even more, catching onto the hidden meaning behind what you've just said.
"Do you think you'd be able to sleep with him?"
"Who?" you blurt out, eyes wide as soon as that leaves your mouth and Maya's look just the same as she gives you a glance with a grin.
"Haneul, of course," she responds, "Wait, did you think about Jungkook?"
"What? No!" you protest right away, shrinking into the stool you're sitting on but it's too late.
Realization crosses on Maya's face and she gasps, "Were you so... heated," She tries to find the right word. "Because of Jungkook?"
"No?" you murmur, looking away but it's too pointless to deny it. Maya is a smart woman, and apparently she reads you easily but it's your fault for not being able to lie and deny the obvious.
"Girl, I don't blame you," she says, pursing her lips and doing a hand gesture as she leans back.
You clear your throat, almost choking on your spit.
"What? Jungkook is obviously hot and sorry to mention this, but you guys have a history,"
You know she's aiming at the fact that you and Jungkook hooked up which she knows because of what happened on the trip on New Year.
"Come on, it makes sense and there's nothing wrong with that. You can't control how hot somebody is and when that somebody looks like Jungkook at that, it makes you want to jump his bones."
"Maya!" you scold her, looking around to make sure nobody heard her but luckily, the tables are quite far away from one another.
"It's true!" she laughs, definitely not scandalized by what she has just said out loud. You can't blame her, she is right. "You're both single, so you fucked and what? You're both young and are getting along perfectly."
She's one of a kind for sure.
Her words do bring some sort of comfort to you. Your friendship with Jungkook is too precious to you and she makes it sound so easy, which currently feels like since your friendship remains unaffected.
"You're smart people, have sex and fun!" she suggests, almost exclaims and apparently, you do some kind of face, brows shooting up as you nod awkwardly, and it doesn't take too long for Maya to gasp loudly, almost knocking down the stool with her. "No way!"
"Maya--"
"What the fuck," Her lips spread into the widest smile, the one where she shows her perfect teeth and her big plump lips stretch. "You guys are hooking up again, aren't you?"
Guilty and busted, you don't answer but there is no need to because it's more than obvious.
"We just--got in the moment after what happened at the club and we--we didn't have sex that night!" you quickly point out, "After I woke up the next morning, Jungkook was actually very cool about it and he..." you stop, shaking your head embarrassingly as Maya nods, already getting the idea of what must've happened. "And then we haven't seen each other because we were busy but as I moved in, the first night--"
"Oh my god!" she squeals, "You guys did it the first night you moved in? You beasts!"
"Maya!" you shush her, not being able to hold back a giggle as she joins you. "It's not like we're having sex every day. We haven't had it since that night." you shrug.
"So? You can still have it whenever you both want," she shrugs, "Y/N," she calls out your name and once you look up at her, you find her giving you a genuine and relaxed smile. "I want you to know that I'm in no way shaming you. You're not doing anything bad, you're allowed to have fun and like I said, you and Jungkook are smart people. You wouldn't do this if you weren't sure about it."
You smile back at her, giving her a slight nod. "Yes, I think you're right," Her smile widens. "But... could you please perhaps keep it to yourself?" you ask unsurely, knowing there's a high chance she would tell Namjoon.
They're dating, no, engaged for god's sake! You and Jungkook tell yourselves things you swear you won't tell anyone else. You can't imagine they're not doing it too.
"I won't tell anyone," she assures you, "Not even Namjoon, I promise."
Namjoon is not the biggest problem, it's just a very intimate thing and you definitely don't want the whole friend group to know your and Jungkook's business.
You talk for another hour or so, luckily changing the topic to their wedding as Maya shows you some of the pictures she saved for inspiration. Meanwhile, she asks you if you'd accompany her to her wedding dress shopping which you gladly accept. The date is unknown yet but you're more than happy to be a part of such an incredible part of her life.
Coming home later than you'd expect, you're met with lights turned off and the faint sounds of television being turned on as you close the front door. Shrugging the blazer off along with your shoes, you walk to the living room to find Jungkook slouched on the couch, his legs resting on the coffee table as he watches some action movie.
"You're back?" he asks, voice slightly tired as he fumbles his eyes and straightens.
You greet him, grinning as you join him and plop on the space next to him. "Uhm," you tell him, tiredly throwing your leg over him and cuddling up to him.
He chuckles at you, "How was it?"
"Nice," you mumble into his chest, welcomed by the floral scent of him. "Maya asked me to help her pick the wedding dress for her." And she might know about you and me, but you don't tell him that.
You feel like eventually you will but for now, it's not that important information.
"Really?" Jungkook asks, voice quiet and light. "Have you eaten something? I ordered from that Italian restaurant we tried before, I got you the tomato sauce ones you like. It's probably cold by now, so just heat it up."
"God, I love you," you whine dramatically causing him to laugh as his chest vibrates. "We had some appetizers but no actual dinner."
"Then go eat," he ushers you, gently slapping your ass a few times as you groan at him.
Lifting your head up, you look at Jungkook whose face is illuminated by the television screen, the shadows constantly changing by each scene that plays on it. He glances at you, the corner of his lips lifted up and you fight off the urge to kiss him, your growling stomach interrupting you. So you stand up, wanting to cuddle up to him while he preferably rubs your back because you're tired as hell and never can say no to a good back rubbing
"Hey," Jungkook calls out once you're turned back to him and you look at him across your shoulder. "Is there any dress code for tomorrow night?"
Ah, the party Jungkook is invited to. "Nothing specific, just wear something elegant and nice but nothing fancy." you shrug and he gives you a thumbs up.
You still have your stomach to satisfy, being reminded of the party tomorrow once again. Luckily, all of you are working less hours, having enough time to get prepared while the party will be held in a local place which business men usually hire for this kind of occasion.
You're falling asleep with a stomach full, freshly out of the shower and Jungkook sleeping on the other side of the bed. The comfortable silence and soft bed lulls you to sleep in a record time.
Being reminded by Junho not to be late at every opportunity had to take almost all of your remaining energy, causing the rest of the staff to complain silently behind his back. Luckily for some of them, not everyone is required to be there but since you deal with other model agencies, making sure everything goes smoothly and on time, communicating with people, your presence there is mandatory. Not officially though, but you've no plans of having to deal with grumpy and mad Junho if you decided not to attend at the last minute.
Dragging your feet towards the front door, you're immediately welcomed by the pleasant scent of Jungkook's home as you enter. After undressing and taking off your shoes, you find Jungkook in the bedroom, greeted briefly by him as he stares with a frown at his bed where some of his shirts and button-ups are displayed.
"What do you think?" he asks as you put down your purse and plop onto bed, causing some of his shirts to get slightly crinkled as Jungkook scolds you.
Ignoring him, you plop onto your elbows and look at the clothes. "Literally whatever," you shrug, "Everything looks nice."
Rolling his eyes, obviously not finding you being any help he mutters something under his breath. Not wanting to waste any more time, although laying in the bed after an exhausting day despite you leaving early is too strong, you force yourself to stand up.
The shower is quick and so is your ability to take off your make-up, just to do it again. You're busy and so is Jungkook apparently, both of you doing your own thing while you prepare for the evening, so when you actually bump into him after finally making it out of the shower – your breath is taken away.
Completely ignoring the fact that you stand there in your underwear, forgetting your outfit which is hanging in Jungkook's closet, you're speechless as Jungkook wears his usual black slacks with blue striped shirt where his sleeves are rolled up, exposing more of his tattoos. The buttons are not buttoned all the way up, exposing a good amount of chest but not too much for it to be scandalized. Whether he wants to leave it like that or button more of it, he looks handsome as ever.
"Tie or no tie?" he asks, turning around to face you, his eyes momentarily dropping down your body.
You're heated under his gaze, but somehow remain unaffected in terms of Jungkook seeing you like this a few times by now.
"No tie," you answer, walking to his closet and pulling out your baby pink slacks with a matching blazer and a white blouse that has been ironed thoroughly by you. "What do you think?" you ask, showing him the outfit that is hanging on a hanger, although he can't exactly see it clearly.
Turning around, you catch him shamelessly letting his eyes linger on your exposed ass and as he meets your gaze, he has the decency to quirk up his lips in a light smirk.
Playfully rolling your eyes at him, you look at the outfit. "At first I was going to wear a dress but I feel like I wear them every time I attend these kinds of parties and events," you tell him, thinking out loud at the same time.
It looks more formal and different than your usual choice of outfit, but you like it.
"I'm sure you'll look great," Jungkook tells you, waving you off, "But tell me about that lingerie. Is it new?"
"Jungkook!" you exclaim, laughing as he shrugs the same shameless style. Ignoring him, you turn with your back to him, looking for any possible creases before you still have the time to iron it in case it's not completely ironed.
Completely oblivious to Jungkook's approaching figure, you get startled when he gently grabs you by your hips and presses his face into the crook of your neck, tickling you with his hair as you scold him. His touch sets another blazing fire through your entire body, shooting straight between your thighs and it takes everything from you to not press them together.
"What are you saying, a quickie?"
Is he serious right now? You have to get prepared, you like to be on time and not rush yourself when you don't have to. Besides, you'd like to grab a bite of something before you leave. Surely, there will be food but you're there for business, not for stuffing your face with food.
"You're unbelievable," you tell him, scoffing but gasping when he delivers a soft smooch on your neck, hands playing with the hem of your thong. Not the most comfortable underwear, but they make no lines with the slacks you want to wear which is very convenient right now.
What is not convenient to have sex when you're supposed to be there in an hour.
"So? What are you saying?" Jungkook hums, hands still lingering on your burning skin that is scented with his shower gel because you still haven't bought your own. Although, he respectfully doesn't move them any further but enough to tease you and almost cause you to meowl under his touch.
"I just did my make-up," you complain, not moving an inch despite your mouth saying something else. Jungkook notices, lips curling into a silent smirk.
"So? I won't touch your face,"
You snort, knowing it has nothing to do with him touching your face. Sex with Jungkook is messy and hell of a ride, there's no way you'll look presentable enough after that.
"We're already dressed," you try to argue, "There's no time for sex."
"I can be quick," he offers, "Come on, gorgeous. Just bend over for me,"
"Fuck, Jungkook," you breathe out, another wave of heat rushing through you. "Don't say things like that."
"What exactly?" he smiles.
"All of it," you tell him, turning around as you press your hands against his chest, cursing how hard and warm it feels beneath them. "Did the sight of my underwear turn you on?" you tease, trying to somehow get through this without you actually having sex.
Not that you don't want to. You do. So fucking much, but there's just no time for it.
"The sight of you," Jungkook says, inching closer while you start to back away, met with his lips spreading into a grin while he eyes you like a prey. "And maybe your lingerie too, you look hot."
And then he sneaks his hand to your backside, grabbing onto the soft flesh of your asscheek once he's pressed against you, your whole body against the dresser while the edge is digging into your lower back.
"We can have sex when we come home," you offer, breath hitching as Jungkook's another hand does the same thing to your other cheek, spreading them apart as you feel the thin stripe of your thong rubbing against your sex. "We don't have time for another shower."
"I'm gonna be quick, we'll barely break a sweat."
And you're ready to argue, tell him that you'll probably smell like sex and you're about to meet business, important people and you can't walk around smelling like that. But Jungkook pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, eyes tingling with lust and mischief almost as if he knew you're losing this and fuck, he looks so hot your walls contract around nothing and the thought of his dick inside of you wants you to shiver.
"Quick, alright," you tell him, voice already strained as Jungkook nods with a grin and quickly backs away to grab the condom from his nightstand. His lips curl into a frown for a moment when it's the last one, the empty box of condoms tossed onto the nightstand near his lamp.
He joins you in no time, standing in his previous position as he starts unzipping his slacks, exposing the white boxers with a tent growing in them. You don't bother to take off the poor excuse of an underwear, the thong barely doing any job to hide your cunt and they give Jungkook great access.
"No foreplay though," you tell him, his eyes flickering to you as his head is held low to focus on his task of pulling down his boxers.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, there's no time for that. You said quick." you quote him. He knows he did, but there's an unsure frown decorating his pink pouty lips.
"It's gonna burn like hell," he warns you, but you already know all of that.
Your wetness is already too close to drip down your legs and before you can tell Jungkook not to worry about that, even mentioning you should be wet enough, he leaves your side for another moment as he pulls out the lube from where he keeps the condoms.
The moment Jungkook is back and fishes his cock out, you salivate at the angry red tip and veins poking underneath the skin. It's safe to say you're baffled whether to get on your knees and please him instead, although you don't want to be robbed of your own orgasm and of the feeling of his cock stretching your walls.
The sight of Jungkook putting on the condom down his length is never boring, always captivating that makes your thirst for him even worse. He squirts a good amount of lube down his standing and hard cock, the faint scent of strawberries hitting your nose.
"You sure you don't want my fingers at least?" Jungkook asks, throwing you an unsure glance as he suddenly grabs you by your thighs, hoisting you up on his dresser.
Gasping, you look around wondering if the piece of furniture will be able to hold you. It looks like it will and Jungkook spreading your legs catches your attention once again, hands squeezing your flesh to get the response out of you.
"No, just stick it in," you tell him honestly, grinning when you see the amused look on his face. "Fuck me, but you better be quick, I'm not kidding--ah--fuck,"
He doesn't play around, pushing your thong aside and replacing it with the tip of his cock, slowly pushing the head inside that makes you gasp and stop you in the midst of you talking. One hand holding onto his shoulder while the other grips the edge of the dresser, Jungkook starts pushing his entire cock inside you. He's not totally quick, still making sure he doesn't hurt you in the process.
You grunt, throwing your head back at the uncomfortable pressure his cock is causing, yet some of it feels arousing and thanks to the lube, he's entering you smoother and easier even without any preparation. His hand goes between your thighs, thumb circling your clit which automatically makes you relax and he slides in even easier, burying himself inside you to the halt.
"You good?" he asks, voice breathy as you nod eagerly, telling him to get on with it (literally).
And he does.
When he said he's going to be quick, he definitely didn't lie and although the first rounds of his thrusts are a little bit more careful, still quicker than usual, he picks up the pace with each thrust. You can barely take it, his thumb stimulating you while he hits your walls perfectly, angling his hips and cock so it brushes the great spot you've never known you had until Jungkook.
Explicit sounds of wetness and your skin thrusting against each other, you're thankful for Jungkook's body pressed against you and arms holding you by your thighs, making sure you don't slip off.
"Fuck, cunt so good," Jungkook grunts, your walls tightening around him which doesn't go unnoticed by him and causes him to groan. "You like that? You like when I talk about your cunt, huh?"
"Fuck," you curse, hand slipping off Jungkook's shoulder as you let it drop down his chest.
"How good it is, how warm and tight it feels?"
Shit, his dirty mouth is seriously going to be the death of you.
"You like the dirty talk?" he almost teases you, his thrusts and hips not faltering, not even for a second as he's knocking the breath out of you while the furniture shakes from the violent thrusts your bodies make.
Your orgasm is approaching quickly, you're not sure what prompted it to come so fast, whether it's his thrusts or dirty words spitting out of his mouth or both, it doesn't matter. But the enjoyment of reaching the end is quickly cut off from you as Jungkook stops, leaning face towards you as his lips brush against your cheekbone.
"Don't worry, I already knew that."
And he continues, ramming into you and acting upon his carnal desire. It's only a matter of seconds before you moan Jungkook's name in the short form, sounding almost too cute for Jungkook's liking because he's there fucking you and you call him that sweet nickname you've been calling him for years now. The knot snaps inside of you, wetness gushing out of you while Jungkook keeps fucking you, hard and quickly like he promised, grunting at the feeling of your walls clenching him repeatedly.
The thumb off your clit, he spreads your thighs even further apart and sets ruthless pace, rushing towards his own orgasm and with his balls tightening, he knows it's coming because a few more thrusts and he's finally coming, spurting and spilling all of his cum into the pink condom.
"Ah, shit," he curses silently, grunting, giving you a few slowed thrusts to ride through his orgasm.
And then he lets out the most pleased sigh, your fingers clutching the back of his head as he leans against your shoulder to take a few breaths. Your bodies heave with rushed breaths, slowly calming down from your post-ograsmic state.
"Was that quick enough?" he asks, tilting his head to look at you and you snort, a genuine giggle erupts from you before you playfully push him away.
"Shut up and help me get down," you tell him through a smile, Jungkook coming to the rescue as he does exactly what you ask of him.
On wobbly feet, you clutch onto him while ignoring the smug grin he has on his face. "Do I smell of sex?"
You suddenly ask, a heartful laugh resounding from Jungkook at your worries and the fact how serious you sound. "You don't," he tells you, leaning towards you to take a sniff to prove his point as he dramatically holds his head high and hums.
"I told you you'll barely break a sweat." he adds with a triumphal grin, moving to bin the condom.
He did say that. You might not reek of sex and sweat, but Jungkook's cologne is stuck on your skin and even after you dress up, and put your own fragrance on, somewhere in the distance you can still feel him on you.
But who said you mind that?
The place Junho chose looks amazing, indeed. It's huge with staff welcoming you and offering you champagne, which Jungkook accepts and hands you one of the glasses. Thanking him, you look around already recognizing some of the people you work with but there are also people from different departments. Junho definitely went all out to impress the future partners and you see him jumping between other groups of people, smiling all widely which is already a very rare sight to see.
Five minutes in and you're trying to hide your amused smile behind the glass of champagne, but it's not your fault though. It's what Yoongi's unimpressed and bored look does to you. Most of you probably feel the same way, or you for sure, you're just good at hiding it and not showing it in front of others like he does.
"This place looks posh," you comment, Jungkook humming next to you as he sips on the champagne, not wanting to drink tonight since he's driving you back home. You offered to pay for the cab but he declined, saying he doesn't mind driving.
You and him stand behind one of those small tall circle tables, looking around with no need to interact with others just yet. Surely, Junho will notice you and make you mingle through the crowd, making your presence useful. And that's why it's a blow to your ego once he spots you and Jungkook, excusing himself to an older couple before he makes his way to your direction, only for him to snatch Jungkook.
Jungkook throws you a look across his shoulder, both in amusement and silent question if you're okay, you roll your eyes and that's all it takes for him to grin as he lets Junho lead him away. Standing there alone, you spot Benjamin talking to one of, what you assume, future partners. Slowly enjoying the frizzy and sweet taste of the pink champagne, you watch him and notice how professional, yet sweet he looks. His soft brown eyes shine as he's saying something, hands hidden in his grey slacks, as he shoots a handsome grin to the man.
He is handsome and is definitely a rare sight in Seoul. As he told you on his first days working in the company, his mom is French while his dad is Korean. They moved here when he was six and ever since then, he lives here as well while he visits France and his other side of the family at least twice a year. You can see it – he has that french charm going on.
His sandy hair is parted in the middle, swiped back with a gel that makes him look more elegant. Not that you care about office's gossips, but you already heard some of your female co-workers gush about him. It's not like you blame them, he is handsome but is he someone you'd go for? You're not sure. He seems like a sweet guy and his obvious attention that he gives you should flatter you. To some extent, it does. You're just not ready for any relationship right now and you're not sure if dating someone you get to work with every day would be a great decision.
"A few more minutes and I'd think you like him too,"
Eyes rolling automatically, you're not surprised by the sudden presence of the devil himself as he joins and gives you a Cheshire cat smile. "Who cares what you think," you tell him dryly, taking a big gulp of your champagne because suddenly, sipping doesn't sound like an option.
"Careful, you'll insult me," he jokes, and you don't give him that pleasure of reacting to his stupid jabs. "You brought your boyfriend with you?"
"For the millionth time, he is not my boyfriend," you tell him through clenched teeth, not even sparing him a look. "Go away, you're ruining my night."
"You're so mean," Yoongi says and as you take a glance at him, you see him faking a pout which makes you snort. "This party's boring. I should've fake being sick or something."
You laugh, shaking your head at him. "We both know Junho would not let you live for it," you remind him, "I've thought about it too." you murmur, both of you looking at each other before you snort at the same time.
Soon enough, Benjamin comes your way with the older man in a suit, flashing you a toothy grin.
"Hey, Mr. Huang wanted to say hi," Benjamin chirps, the older man smiles although there is some kind of intimidating aura around him.
"Oh, you're one of the Chinese partners, right?" you ask, quickly taking his head as you slightly bow in greeting which he seems to be appreciative about. "It's lovely to meet you!"
He shakes Yoongi's hand, a quiet greeting leaving his lips as the man confirms your assumptions. The conversation doesn't end there and the four of you stand in a circle while Mr. Huang talks about his company and business. Surprisingly, none of it is boring and you find yourself to be intrigued in this conversation. Somewhere in the middle, when Yoongi talks to him and seems to be slightly more relaxed (which means he doesn't look as if he's actually dying here), your and Benjamin's eyes meet and he smiles at you.
"Hey," he mouths and you smile, greeting him back. "You look beautiful tonight."
You feel the familiar warm feeling in your chest whenever somebody compliments you, so you politely thank him and there's no time to be exchanging more words, Mr. Huang is far more important because soon, you find out he's a big name in China.
After a couple of minutes, he parts from you with Benjamin as well, which most likely means he's been told to accompany him through the evening by Junho. You and Yoongi are soon swapped by another group, although this time your co-workers as they start to gush around all the business partners.
In a conversation you particularly take no interest in, you scan the room around you and find Jungkook almost immediately, standing on the other side of the room. It's not that hard to spot him in his striped shirt, recognizing those thighs and butt almost immediately. You allow yourself to watch him, not finding anything more interesting at the moment.
You're not surprised to see some of the women glancing his way, whispering something to each other and not even the presence of a model next to him doesn't surprise you. She's almost as tall as Jungkook with the heels she's wearing, her long and exposed tan legs on full display. Her mouth is moving which indicates she's talking while the rest of the people watch and listen to her, Jungkook nodding along before he opens his mouth and starts talking again.
The memories of him and you before you came here pop in your mind, causing you to dryly gulp and you hate to admit how it smooths your soul to know you're the one he fucked today, not the model or any other woman. It's hard to stay confident with a woman next to him looking like that, deep down you know how pathetic it is. It slightly irritates you how easy it would be for him to get any woman he points at.
Sometime, a little bit after Jungkook stops talking and listens to Junho again, he shifts his gaze and looks around, just right to the side where you are standing. Your eyes meet, and you grin as he sends you a toothy grin back, a heat spreading in your stomach and shamefully enough, between your thighs as well. You have to look away, feeling the heat crawling at the back of your neck and luckily, your name is being called by Lauren, one of the assistants working under you.
Jungkook turns around to pay a full attention to the conversation, bowing politely whenever Junho praises his work for the hundredth time in the past twenty minutes.
"... like I said, I'd love to work with you on this next project Mr. Jeon," Junho chirps, looking straight at Jungkook as everyone quietens down. "I know you've got your own business going on, but we as a company would be more than thrilled to work with you again."
He can't lie, the money Junho is offering sounds good and Jungkook can make some free time for this, since it's in two months. He is usually booked for the whole year but he surely can think of something. Also Junho is aware of your friendship, and despite this deal having nothing to do with you, Jungkook also wants to take it for you. He heard you saying he's acting like a prick sometimes, it surely can get useful if Jungkook accepts this job. He hopes this way, Junho will go easier on you.
Although, he's not sure if men and bosses like him are like that.
"It sounds appealing, Mr. Gwan," Jungkook smiles, "I will take it, we can discuss further details later. If you're okay with that, of course."
"That sounds wonderful!" Junho doesn't hide his happiness of snatching Jungkook as his photographer for the next project. "We will need one more photographer, though."
It makes sense, there is a lot of work and the main job will go to Jungkook, but there has to be another photographer to do other small jobs like taking polaroids, helping with taking more photos and so on.
"If you don't mind, I know someone that might help," Jungkook offers and Junho attentively listens, nodding right away. It seems like he trusts Jungkook's judgement, the conversation lasting for another half an hour.
It's not as bad here as you thought it would be. That's your current thought as you sip on your third glass, the pistachio flavor on your tongue thanks to the macaroon you've tasted just a minute ago.
Of course, your sudden change of opinion could be thanks to the champagne but still, there's boredom starting to annoy you. You would still rather be wrapped in a blanket with no make-up and watching whatever shit show they're playing on the television right now.
A hand brushes against your lower back, a familiar cologne hitting your nose as another presence joins you. "You good? You're having fun?"
Glancing at Jungkook, you don't fight off the soft smile that appears on your lips which he reciprocates right away, reaching for one of the grilled toasts since you're standing next to the food table. "Fuck, I'm so hungry." he mutters and bites into the toast while you grin.
"Can't say I'm having the best time of my life but yeah, it's not that bad," you admit, shaking your head when Jungkook offers you a bite from his toast. "What about you? You sure are busy tonight." you joke, seeing him nod as he swallows his bite.
"Junho offered me a job, I think that's why he wanted me here," Jungkook informs you, your eyes widening in surprise and interest which takes all of him to continue. "It's just one project but he's offering good money."
"So you took it?" you ask interestedly, scooting away from the table as Jungkook takes one of the plates.
"Yeah," he says with a full mouth, clearing his throat as if he just noticed where he is. It causes you to giggle as you grab a napkin for him, which he takes from you with a silenced 'thanks'.
You don't ask anything further, letting him eat in peace as you tell him about your evening so far, mentioning you've met Mr. Huang which Jungkook responds he has met him too, he's one of the main partners for the project he's going to work on. Among all of that, Jungkook also mentions the model which you could've seen standing next to him and apparently, she'll be the main star on it.
Ignoring the sour taste in your mouth and on your face, you stay silent and listen to Jungkook instead as he finishes his toast, and tells you more about people he has met so far. To be honest, Jungkook looks in his element and you don't get that much opportunity to see him in a situation like this. Yes, he's always been cool and extroverted whenever he hung out with someone, but being in this businessy state is quite something new. You can't say you hate it.
He's hot, and you're more than sure you'll be asked by at least one woman about him, judging by the eyes on you.
Jungkook may be attracting the most women audience here, but also one pair of eyes is set on you and once you wave at the man Jungkook remembers, even though it takes him a moment to realize, you look at him in a question.
"Is that the guy who stared at us before?"
You snort at his bluntless, replaying the moment when Jungkook came to pick you up and was thrown off by the sudden stare coming from Benjamin.
"Yeah, that's Benjamin." you answer, glancing at him again and he's not looking at you currently, however he keeps glancing your direction here and there.
"What's with the stare down?" Jungkook frowns in confusion, putting down the empty plate as he wipes his mouth clean, throwing the napkin to the bin. "Do you have a crush on him or something?"
You snort, looking amusingly at Jungkook. "It's the other way around, Mr. Jeon."
"Wait--he has a crush on you?" Jungkook sounds surprised.
"Well, don't sound so surprised. I am not that bad looking and I am completely worthy of being someone's crush." you joke, wiggling your brows at him as he lifts the corner of his lips in an amused chuckle.
"That's not what I meant," he shakes his head, "You just never mentioned him. Is he giving you a hard time?"
You laugh, patting Jungkook's chest while you adjust his shirt a little. "There was no reason to," you tell him, sliding your hands down his chest before you let go of him. "And no, he's just obviously into me and I am trying to politely show him that I am not interested."
"Just tell him," Jungkook shrugs, "You're so blunt and straight-forward, why don't you just tell him?"
"Well, because he has never told me he likes me that way. I think it's obvious but I can't just call him out on it. Besides, he's a nice guy and I don't want to hurt him by saying something so blunt right away, especially when he didn't give me a reason for it," you explain, seeing Jungkook frowning in thought as he looks away from you and shifts his gaze on Benjamin.
Noticing it, you elbow him in his abs which barely does anything since you're met with a set of hard muscles. "Don't just stare at him!" you harshly whisper, met with Jungkook's amused look. "You look intimidating and you're making it more than obvious we are talking about him." you scold him, amusing Jungkook even more as he lets out a laugh.
"Okay, Ms. Professional," he teases you, causing you to annoyingly purse your lips at him.
"Mr. Jeon, can you come here please for a second?" Junho calls Jungkook, your annoyance clearly showing because Jungkook laughs at your expression, thanks to Jungkook's body that is hiding you from Junho's sharp eyes.
"You gonna be okay?" Jungkook asks, checking on you as you playfully roll your eyes and push him from you.
"Just go, Mr. Jeon,"
Jungkook shoots you a wink, your skin burning at the single reaction as he walks away as if nothing happened. In a desperate need to fan yourself, you settle on drinking instead as you scurry away from the curious women's eyes. Unlike them, they don't hide the grin and swoon Jungkook has made them feel.
Most of the night is spent with your best friend slash fuck buddy, being ripped away from you at every opportunity – whether it's Jungkook's presence wanted or yours. You can't say you're disappointed because you know this party is mainly about business, Junho's invitation for Jungkook more than clear now, but still, you enjoy every little minute you get to spend next to Jungkook who is kind enough to come and check on you whenever he can.
You're not going to lie, you do enjoy his close proximity and whenever he brushes past you, and you blame it all on him. One look at him and you keep yourself from salivating, and maybe you should blame the amount of champagne glasses you've drunk. You're not drunk though, god no, you can't possibly get drunk on a work related thing, whether it's a party or something else. You just feel a familiar heat relaxing your body and from time to time, you find yourself getting drowsy and distracted which the alcohol is the real cause for.
"I don't think I've ever thanked you enough," Benjamin says, a trail of thoughts interrupted by his soft but yet manly voice, a guilt burning in your chest for not listening to him for a moment.
Turning your gaze back to him, you offer him a confused smile. You've been standing and talking together for a while now. He mostly updated you about Mr. Huang and confirmed your assumptions about Junho telling Benjamin to accompany the important man. The conversation hasn't been uncomfortable, not at all, quite on the contrary. At least he's been keeping you company, something you're very grateful about.
"Thanked me?" you ask, smiling and frowning in confusion as Benjamin chuckles, glancing down at his glass before he looks back at you and nods.
"I was so nervous to be working here and you've made me feel welcomed from the very beginning,"
Your heart warms up at his thoughtful words, knowing how hard it is to be changing jobs and be in a new team. Remembering Benjamin's nervous and very polite attitude, it's hard to forget how nervous he really seemed to be but a good thing is, he's skilled. He also speaks French which definitely adds a lot of points on his CV, and you had the opportunity to hear him speak the foreign language while he was talking on the phone with clients.
Somebody might say he's a male character coming straight from a romantic movie.
Back to the first Benjamin's days of working here, you do remember assuring him that he'll do a great job and whatever needed to be explained, you made sure to explain it to him or at least tell someone to do it. And he's very smart, understood everything from the first explanation and there hasn't been any problem with him. Junho also seems to be very pleased by taking him in, that says enough in your opinion.
"I guess I wanted to thank you for that."
"Ah, you don't need to thank me," you assure him, touching his forearm softly but you pry your hands off as soon as he looks down at the touch. "You really are welcome,"
You give him a smile and he looks back at you, offering you the same smile while you feel his eyes linger on you a little bit too long, which wouldn't be a bother, if it weren't for the look in them.
"So, tell me more... have you grown accustomed to Junho and his work ethic?"
That makes him snap out of his daze as he chuckles, seeing your own grin when he seems to understand exactly what you are talking about. It doesn't take a genius to figure out Junho and his wild personality. He's a pain in the ass but isn't that bad of a boss. He still could've been worse, that's what you mostly tell yourself when the man pisses you off.
"Yeah, his work ethic is something else," he says with a grin, getting a genuine laugh from you. "I actually don't find him bad, well he is peculiar but--"
"Hey, I'm back," A chest brushes against your back, soon followed with a hand lingering on your lower back before Jungkook stands next to you, his arm brushing against your side. "Sorry, did I interrupt something?"
Glancing at Jungkook, you find him already staring at Benjamin who has a look of confusion crossed on his face, until he glances between you and him, eyes scanning Jungkook's whole figure. You tense, not liking the way he eyes Jungkook and there's no chance Jungkook himself doesn't notice it, but he seems collected and staring right back at him.
Shifting on your heels, you clear your throat and give Jungkook a crooked smile. "No, not at all," you tell him, "This is my new co-worker Benjamin. This is Jungkook."
Leaving out the fact that Jungkook knows who he is by now.
Benjamin forces a polite smile on his full lips, "I haven't seen you around, do you work here?"
A little perplexed by the lack of a proper introduction by Benjamin himself, you quickly shake yourself out of it. It's the tone he low-key settles that makes you a little bit anxious, because whatever the Alpha stare-down the two men have, it never ends up nicely.
"I don't," Jungkook answers curtly, giving him a smile that almost screams fake, and you hope Benjamin can't tell because you can't deal with any of this. "I came with Y/N."
Benjamin mimics Jungkook's fake smile, your heart picking up the pace by the sudden tension even though the conversation isn't too forward. It's the one and visibly stare-down the two of them have.
"Ah, yes," Benjamin exclaims in thought, "You're her friend. Yoongi told me,"
At the mention of the evil man, you tense even more and curse him whenever he is right now. Of course, he is somehow involved in this. Even if he told him the truth, you still don't trust Yoongi and his intentions. Since Benjamin knows about Jungkook and who he is to you, it means he probably asked Yoongi. And the idiot knows Benjamin has his eyes for you, he's very well aware that you're not interested. The news doesn't surprise you, yet it irritates you to the core.
"I didn't know we could've brought friends." Benjamin says, this time completely aimed at you as he solely stares at you, a look you've grown used to visible on his face as you give him a crooked smile, an uncomfortable shift that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook who simply watches the interaction.
"Actually, I'm her boyfriend,"
Catching yourself from choking on your spit, you stare at Jungkook with wide eyes but he doesn't even spare you a glance, eyeing Benjamin who seems to be just as surprised to hear him.
"Boyfriend?" he breathes out, "I didn't know you had a--"
"Yeah, well it's very new, not many people know." you cut him off, offering him a slight smile while you ignore the guilt by the lie. To go with your lie, you scoot closer to Jungkook and look up at him, finding him already staring back at you and you know he's fighting off to smirk right in front of Benjamin.
He eyes you as if you and Jungkook have grown another two heads, his lips slightly twitching as he's trying not to show his displeasure by the news. But of course, nothing is easy when someone particular is around.
"Didn't you tell me just a few hours ago that he isn't your boyfriend?"
Another voice chirps in and if looks could kill, Yoongi would've been dead right away. He looks pleased as he joins you, everyone's eyes on you as you narrow your eyes at the only person you want to attack at the moment.
Yoongi's words spark a hope in Benjamin's eyes, and his attention is solely back on you as you give him a nervous chuckle.
"I don't have to confess to you, Yoongi. Why would I tell you about my personal life?" you challenge Yoongi, raising your brow at him. To be honest, you're quite nervous to tell him something because Yoongi seems like the perfect definition of a snake. You're scared what next comes out of his mouth.
"Why would you lie about such a simple question?" he chirps back, your hands itching to wrap them around his neck but you feel Jungkook's hand on your hip, rubbing you slightly through the fabric.
Thankfully, Benjamin is being called by one of your co-workers and he excuses himself, a perplexed expression on his face as he murmurs his excuse.
"Why the hell would you do that?" you exclaim right away, once Benjamin is out of ear shot.
What drives you completely nuts it's the way Yoongi effortlessly shrugs, not minding he's ruining everything and poking his nose into something that is none of his business.
"Why would you lie to him? Just tell him straight away you don't like him that way, don't lie to him."
Those words coming from Yoongi out of people actually makes you embarrassed, because you know you'd just go along with Jungkook's lie who came to save your ass once he sensed your discomfort.
Before you can open your mouth, not even sure what you want to say other than tell him to fuck off, Jungkook is already one step ahead of you.
"What's it to you?" Jungkook's voice booms out, his features frowned in a hardened scowl.
Jungkook succeeds at getting a reaction from Yoongi, and that is a scowl that clouds his usual nonchalant or amused features.
"I'm bored," he shrugs and you almost scoff out loud at this man. "And besides, she lied."
"And you should mind your business." Jungkook offers but with an edge to his tone that makes you tense, but you're too shocked to even move an inch.
"So should you," Yoongi almost sings out, pursing his lips as you gasp at his rude response while Jungkook frowns.
"You came out of nowhere and said you're bored." Jungkook points out through clenched teeth, still trying to grasp what Yoongi's intentions are while he continues to be unbothered as he looks around for a moment.
"Because I am."
"What are you? A child?" Jungkook scoffs, Yoongi's head turning towards your best friend as he frowns at him. But Jungkook doesn't stop. "Go to the playground then," he snaps and Yoongi opens his mouth, a dead glare set on his eyes as you quickly jump between the two men.
"Okay, stop it you two," you warn them through clenched teeth, "This is ridiculous,"
You look at them but stop on Yoongi, searching face as he simply just stares back at you. His face is expressionless like most of the time and it's hard to read what he thinks. Not an ounce of any emotion which only makes you let out a sigh, both in exhaustion and disappointment. He's sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and you hope he's at least aware of the look of disappointment, not even anger, you give him.
Jungkook's name falls past your lips as you gently tug onto his arm, finding him glaring the hell out of Yoongi, seeming to be just as irritated. However, Yoongi solely stares at you before he looks away for whatever reason, not giving Jungkook and you any attention. Jungkook doesn't move, almost as if he didn't hear you but you know he has and judging by the deadly look, he doesn't want Yoongi to get away with this.
"Jungkook," you warn him, tugging him harder and he finally lets you lead him away from Yoongi, but not before he sends him one last glare.
Luckily, the party is slowly ending as people are leaving and one final round of bidding goodbye to some of the partners and Junho, you're out of the place. What shocks you is the way Jungkook stays quiet for the rest of the ride, jaw clenched and so far, he looks even more mad at Yoongi than you are.
So you sit back, enjoying the leather soft seats his car offers because that's enough drama for tonight.
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Weasley white boy, I love you <3
Summary: Jay sets his sights on finishing his collection of Billy Gunn's children. And it just so happens that Billy's daughter will be attending Austin's birthday.
Collision is around halfway through it's program. Max Caster is in a match against your brother, Colten Gunn. You, Anthony, and Billy are in Max's corner for the match. On the other side of the ring, Austin and Jay are in Colten's corner.
"You're still going out with us all for Austin's birthday, right, dad?" You ask Billy while the action in the ring isn't urgent.
"For a little while, yeah." Billy nods. "Your brother may be a backstabbing pain in the ass, but he's still my son." He sighs.
You pat your fathers arm sympathetically. "Awe, it'll be alright, dad." You attempt to comfort him. "Austin and Colten will come around eventually." You assure him.
Billy nods and smiles down at you, his last remaining loyal child. You'd never betray him like his ungrateful sons did. Billy can always count on you to be there for him.
On the other side of the ring, Jay watches you console your father intently. The wheels in his head turn as he begins formulating his master plan to complete his collection of Billy Gunn's kids.
"Austin, your sister is coming out with us later for your birthday, right?" Jay turns to Austin.
"Yeah, she said that she'd be there." Austin nods. "Why?"
Jay shrug and goes back to watching you from across the ring. "I was just wondering." He answers Austin.
In the ring, Colten manages to roll up Max and get the win. The bell rings so Jay and Austin hop into the ring to celebrate while your team retreats.
"YN! Baby! Are you tired of being on the losing team yet, darling?" Jay taunts you from inside the ring.
"Shove it up your ass, Jay!" You shout back at him with a scoff.
Jay chuckles and watches you retreat up the ramp with your father and The Acclaimed. These past couple of months he's been systematically wearing you down. He almost had you while BCG and The Acclaimed where teaming up for a few weeks. But you stayed with Billy when the group split. Much to Jay's dismay.
After Collision, everyone heads back to the hotel to change and get ready for Austin's bday celebration. You take a quick shower and decide to get all prettied up for the party since Colten told you that Austin invited a bunch of friends from work to the shindig. You throw on the only dress that you packed for the trip and do up your hair and makeup before meeting Billy in the lobby.
"YN! Hey, sweetie. You look...nice." Billy greets you in the hotel lobby.
"Thanks, dad." You laugh at his wide eyes. "Are you ready to go? Because I so need a drink right now."
Billy nods and the two of you head out to meet your brothers.
You arrive to the party and split up with Billy. He goes in search of Austin since he doesn't plan on staying out long, and you go in search of a drink and anyone you know from the show.
Your journey to find drinks comes to an end once you manage to find the bar. You saunter up to it and order yourself a light drink to start off your night.
Across the room, Jay finally spots you over at the bar after some casual searching. "Fucking hell." He mumbles to himself when he sees you leaned up against the bar.
"What's up?" Colten asks from next to him when he hears Jay's mumbling.
"You're sisters trying to kill me, mate." Jay replies and nods over to the bar.
Colten glances over at the bar briefly before sneering. "Oh, dude, ew." He gags and walks away from Jay.
Jay laughs and makes his way through the crowd and over to the bar. He comes to a stop a few feet away from you and signals for a drink before he speaks.
"Well well well." Jay smiles to himself. "Look who showed up to her brothers party looking all enticing. Who are you trying to impress, YN?" He catches your attention.
You turn to face Jay, drink sliding across the bar in your hand with you. The low light of the room makes the bastard look frustratingly hot. Especially now that he's wearing normal clothes instead of his usual garb.
"Jay." You greet him in a friendly manner. "You look...nice." You blink at him.
"Thank you." Jay grins. "But trust me sweetheart. When it comes to looks? You've got every shmuck in this building beat. Easily." He pays the compliment back and then some.
The unique illumination of the room does little to hide the blush on your cheeks at Jay's compliment. "What do you want? You silver-tongued weasel?" You ask him frankly.
"Silver-tongued?" Jay chuckles. "Oh, sweetheart, you've no idea how true that statement is." He winks at you.
You roll your eyes and pick up your drink. "You didn't answer my question." You remind him before pressing your glass to your lips.
"Forgive me. But it's not my fault that you are terribly distracting." Jay replies. "And to answer your question, darling. I want you." He licks his lips.
Your heart skips a beat in your chest and you set your glass down. You can see your dad talking with Austin across the room before Jay moves slightly and blocks your view.
"That's a bad idea, Jay." You shake your head.
"Is it?" Jay replies. "Because I'm not afraid to admit that I can't seem to get you out of my head." He admits. "Which is quit a feat, I must admit."
You watch Jay's hand move from the bar and inch towards your face. He gently brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear before giving your chin a small nudge so you're looking directly at him now. "And I know you think about me. So don't even try and deny it." He adds.
"Austin! Hey! Happy Birthday to my second favorite brother!" You jump away from Jay suddenly when Austin walks over to the bar.
"Awe, thanks, YN. Wait! Second favorite?" He adds after a moment.
You laugh and hug your brother. "You heard me." You tease him. "You having fun tonight?" You ask.
"I'm having a blast, yeah." Austin laughs. "What about you? You and Jay look cozy over here." He comments.
You glance over at Jay, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "Your friend is very persistent, Austin. I'll give him that." You admit. "And he's not that bad looking, I guess."
"Well, I'll let the two of you get back to talking then." Austin nods and pats Jay on the back gently. "Don't forgot to have some fun dork." He adds and ruffles your hair as he walks off. "Even if it is with that tool."
You roll your eyes and shake your head as Austin saunters off. Once he's out of your line of sight you turn back around to Jay.
"Can I get you another drink?" Jay asks you.
"Sure, why not?" You bite the inside of your lip.
Jay orders the two of you another round of drinks and you turn around to watch the crowd again for a moment. You see Billy talking with someone from the show across the room and guilt hits you like a truck again.
What the hell are you doing?
You turn back to Jay and he hands you a drink. The two of you knock back your drinks at the same time before setting them both down onto the bar with a 'clink'
"Thanks." You fidget with your glass, letting the alcohol slide down your throat and whittle away at your judgment bit by bit.
You and Jay sit and chat for a while. Nothing serious. Just a casual conversation between two friends, or rather, acquaintances. But as the night drags on and you share a few more drinks with the men that manipulated your brothers into leaving the family, he stares to reel you in with his charms.
"I think that we've celebrated your brother enough for one night." Jay's hand lingers on yours under the bar and out of sight of the crowd. His hand trails up and down your arm gently, a suggestive grin on his face. "Why don't the two of us get out of here?"
"Alright, but just one night, Jay. Just one." You nod.
Jay intertwines his hand with yours and stands up. He pulls you off your barstool and into his side where he slings an arm over you in a possessive manner. Jay leads you through the crowd of people still lingering about and toward the door.
"YN?" Billy catches a glimpse of you tucked under Jay's arm just as he's letting his sons know that he's heading out for the night.
"Hmm, what's up dad?" Colten replies from Billy's side.
Billy turns back to his son. "Nothing. It's fine." He shakes his head. "Be safe tonight. I'll talk to you and your brother tomorrow, alright?"
"Yeah, okay, dad." Colten nods.
The next morning you are woken up by the sound of running water. You yawn and rub the sleep from your eyes before rising into a sitting position. "Hmm." You hum and stretch your arms above your head.
"Wow! Now that's a sight that I could get used to." Jay appears in the doorway of the bathroom.
"What?" You reply with another yawn, only to realize that you're not wearing a shirt.
You quickly lower your arms and cover your chest, earning a chuckle from Jay. "Oh, come on now." He teases you and bends down to grab his shirt off the floor. "I think that I got a good enough look at you last night, darling." He tosses the shirt at you.
"Whatever." You mumble to yourself and slip the shirt over your head.
Jay walks over to the bed and sits down on the side closest to you. "Need any help getting up?" He asks you. "You know, if I had to guess from last night, I'd imagine that your legs are pretty sore today, yeah?" He teases you.
"Ugh! I hate you! Smug bastard." You cover your face with your arms in embarrassment.
Jay chuckles and leans over you, propped up with one arm to your side. He uses his free hand to move your arms out of the way and grins at you. "You look adorable when you're all embarrassed." He teases you.
You roll your eyes again and set a hand on Jay's chest. "This was a one time thing, remember?" You remind him of your agreement last night.
"Was it, though?" Jay replies and leans down for a kiss.
"It was." You mumble against his lips.
Jay lifts his head back up to look at you. "Well what about the day?" He asks you. "You didn't say anything about the day."
You sigh and hook an arm around the back of Jay's neck. "That's true." You admit. "But's it's a bad idea."
"Eh, I've never been known to make good decisions when beautiful women are involved." Jay shrugs before leaning back down for another kiss.
'Neither have I.' You think to yourself. 'Thank god dad doesn't know about this.'
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I think there's a lot of stuff about Nagito's dislike for the Reserve Course that people overlook.
First and foremost is that Killing Game Nagito has a far more intense dislike for it than pre-amnesia Nagito. And the reason for that is his first impression of them is the discovery that they were responsible for helping the Ultimate Despair destroy Hope's Peak. Without the context of the brainwashing or the events leading up to the Parade, it's quite understandable that he would think "What an ungrateful lot, repaying such a wonderful school like that". And moreover in Chapter 4 the revelation about Hajime's origin is only a small factor in his sudden hostility. We don't realize it at the time, but Nagito is undergoing a huge mental breakdown at the discovery of who EVERYONE truly was, including himself.
We see how he interacts with Hajime in a canon non-Despair AU in UTDP and Summer Camp, where he knows that Hajime is a Reserve Course student from the very beginning. Despite some initial feelings that Hajime shouldn't be hanging out with Ultimates, a real friendship still blossoms. Because he's not so shallow that he'll blindly hate everyone that doesn't have a talent.
In fact in general Nagito doesn't really have anything personal against average people. He just thinks it's wrong for people like himself to be pretentious and act like they're super-special. Which is definitely a bit immature. But he does kind of have a point with this in regards to Hajime in Chapter 4. One of Hajime's biggest flaws that people overlook is that he was actually quite self-centered and felt entitled to being special. And his blind pursuit of that ultimately caused a lot of harm to everyone, including himself and all of Class 77.
Also this is a bit of headcanoning on my part. But I think it's quite possible that him being the Ultimate Lucky Student factors into things too. The idea for the position on paper is to have some lucky average student from the country get the honor of spending their high school years walking alongside the best and brightest. To Nagito it seems like a deeply important responsibility to serve his betters in any way he can...And then suddenly at around the same time he starts attending Hope's Peak (or possibly a year before), a whole bunch of other average students are allowed to pay to enter. In which case, doesn't that make the position and tradition of the Ultimate Lucky Student kind of redundant and obsolete? That could easily wound the pride of a younger immature Nagito. Especially when as far as he's concerned, graduation is probably as far as his dying body can hope to make it. He was hoping attending Hope's Peak would make the last years of his life a happy send-off.
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ALSO THAT LAST PART?? I’M GONNA BE THINKING ABOUT THAT FOREVER NOW. AKDNWJDBWJDBWJZJWJD
I don’t even know how to?? respond to this?? what the fuck this is so good
#asks#I reblog one nagito post and now my inbox is filled with 50 page essays. hello??? /pos#danganronpa#nagito komaeda
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Lemme show you how the media work against Arsenal and how Sky Sports and PGMOL's crisis management has been executed step by step
1. Soothing down the mass with Gary Neville and Jamie Carragher's social posts opposing Arteta and Arsenal
Keep in mind soothing down the mass is the first and foremost action to be carried out when an "organization" sniff a sign of a potential crisis.
This then got exposed by Teamnewsandtix and Keith Hackett, a former prem ref, that Sky Sports was furious they didn't get as much insights as social media ACC like tix and Dale Johnson.
2. Directing the mass from 3 possible reasons to disallow that goal to solely ball in/out of play with an abnormal number of analyses/coverages
Very weird to devote a large amount of airtime to slam Arteta and Arsenal on a LONDON DERBY between Spurs and Chelsea innit?
Webb made a whole program called Mic'd Up dedicated solely to the ball out/on field. Not a single word on Gordon's possible offside or Bruno G.'s foul on Big Gabi -> The mass automatically focus on the fucking ball instead of the other two reasons (and a potential handball which everyone skips).
3. Attacking and framing Arteta with a noticeable series of articles
In the Sky Sport's program and the article above, they especially brought up the clip of Mikel saying "mistake happens" circulated over the internet recently to frame him as a hypocrite toward Liverpool's disallowed goal and that he only criticized VAR when the decision is against Arsenal. In fact, the clip was taken on 6.10.2023, a week after that LIVTOT game and the question was just about ref officiating in general, NOBODY MENTIONED LIVERPOOL AND DIAZ. The presser in which he directly commented on that game and showed clear sympathy to Liverpool and Klopp was the pre-match v LENS on 2.10.2023, taken via telephone by Mirror as the press conference was delayed due to storm.
Audio source published by Mirror, listen from 1.55-3.55:
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Funny enough multiple Liverpool fan accounts and websites even quoted him to bolster their stance that they were robbed lol what a bunch of amnesiac ungrateful morons.
And tons of articles slating Arteta off. Don't tell me that many coverages about one published in a very short span of time are not PLANNED. And these are just a few of them. Notice the wording lol.
4. Last but not least, defaming Arsenal unprovoked to direct the mass completely from their inept refs
Tell me why on Earth did they have to post that Ben White's own goal out of thin air right after there's news Arteta will not back down?
In conclusion, this is a very clean case study for communication and journalism learners. That's what PR specialists and agencies with ethics and morals should never do to defend your clients/business/organization.
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My dude, its not that your content is boring, or you are a bad writer, or that people hate you. Quite the contrary, you are incredibly creative and passionate and that is always a delight to see. The thing is you are on a dying website on a fandom that tends to be the butt of jokes (so most people dont want to be associated with it) and you write about one of the last popular characters there. Its a niche community, thats why your posts dont reach a big audience. (1/2)
I can't help but feel that way lately ever since my instrusive thoughts came back bad the worst they've ever been and it feels like everyone is proving all the horrible things my mind is telling me about myself and my work to be true. It just seems like people don't really care about what I have to offer anymore, like I can't entertain anymore so now I'm worthless. The idea that my creations that make me happy makes others happy too is one of the only things that kept me going and motivated to share more but it feels like it's dwindling. I appreciate you and everyone else that has been supporting me and I'm glad you still enjoy my content. I don't want to seem ungrateful but my mind is being nasty to me and seeing how a lot of people seem to be losing interest across all three of my blogs more than ever is getting me down even more.
It's a shame that the site is dying when Twitter is garbage that kills the passion and creativity of many. Yeah that might be a part of it but I definitely have a more active follower base than it seems most of the time. I notice this when a bunch of people following me only like/rb/interact with stuff I reblog and clearly scroll past my self made posts in between. And yeah Eggman isn't that popular, especially not modern/game canon. But I'm even starting to feel like an outcast to the Eggman fandom space here (despite being here before most since 2015 when there were barely any Eggman posting blogs. I was the one accused of gatekeeping for not liking jimbotnik but I'm the one feeling pushed out and alienated now lol) because I don't like the movie and I'm not big on the popular romantic ships, headcanons, and fanon interpretations now. It just feels like everything I do is wrong and what I have to offer is never good enough, or the interest doesn't last because I don't do all the new things that are considered cool now.
Undoubtedly part of it is also that I write more. But fuck man, art is hard and even harder when you have to digitalize it on a phone. It's become more stressful than fun so I can't do it a lot. I just wish that fandoms didn't always make creators feel like writing doesn't matter and isn't as good as art. I've seen people entirely disregard writing and automatically assume it to be trash just because it isn't art. And a lot of people don't tend to support writing like they do with art, even if they do like it. But I wish people understood that creators need at least some support if they want them to keep creating, otherwise they won't think it's worth it or anyone cares. We're not mindless content machines to pump out content and entertain until people get bored of us. Both art and writing takes time, passion, and effort and a bit of support goes a long way but sometimes you get nothing but silence and it can be more crushing than hate at times, left to wonder if your creations were even worth your time to create or anyone else's to consume.
But aside from that, what also gets me down is that I do actually see people supporting other's writing and encourage more from them but I don't get any of that type of support, feedback, or criticism from those very same people when it comes to mine, despite them being so similar. I tend to get brushed off or ignored or nowhere near as much hype. And I know it sounds like jealousy but it honestly just makes wonder what, is it just my stuff specifically that's just not good enough for them? And it just never seems good enough, no matter how hard I try. I realize there are times it is in fact personal and I have no idea why because they don't tell me and I feel terrible when it ends up confirming my fears, then I worry if it's always the case. That's the stuff that hurts the most, more than people just outright telling me if they don't like or aren't interested in my stuff anymore, which would hurt less.
I know not everyone thinks I should die really but it's easy to think that way in times where I get insults and suicide bait from people shitting on me and what I do more than I get positive or supportive comments. So that's why it feels like people just want me to die, I'm told so in my inbox. I'm not saying I demand endless high praise but just someone simply saying they enjoyed something I posted instead of just silence has a way bigger positive impact than they think but some don't anymore. And if there's a reason why or it isn't personal, I wish they'd tell me so it puts my mind to rest, instead of pretending I don't see blatant disinterest or the ignoring that drives me mad and kills motivation. The hateful people are more vocal and then it feels like nobody else cares and it drags me down.
I swear some people, both general followers and some people I'm closer to are just losing interest and getting sick of me personally and it's hard seeing it happen and seemingly being unable to do anything, making it feel like my time of being capable of doing anything good and likable in their eyes has passed. And it's just hard accepting that and letting it go, especially when you never get the real answers and you're left wondering what went wrong and why you're not good enough anymore. I've had moments of realization where my heart sinks when I present something I'm proud of and I get unenthusiastic responses or silence. And feeling either people drift away or being insulted more often than anything positive gives my sick brain a lot to work with in further attacking me with nasty intrusive thoughts too. But like I said, that last part is on me and I feel I'm just genuinely too mentally ill to handle being on the internet.
I appreciate all of you that do support me and my passion and creations, it might just look silly on the surface with my rambling and gushing but what I create is important to me and it means the world to me that it's enjoyed by anyone else. It gets tough with my mind and negativity I receive but I try not to lose sight of the positive things or forget people enjoy my work, which makes it worth turning my passion and ideas into something I can share. I'm trying to get better at not letting negative and hateful stuff matter and only value the good but sometimes when I'm already dealing with enough privately and come online and see this happening too, it's the little extra push I need to reach the breaking point. But at the same time, when I'm in some of my darkest places with things I don't talk about, coming online and seeing kind words and knowing my stuff is enjoyed means everything and manages to put a smile on my face, no matter how awful I feel. And that's what keeps me creating and sharing for as long as I'm here. Thank you. 💜
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i am still working on Chapter 6 (which I will reveal is named "Tenmen") of my Fairy Tail future gen fic Chasing Tails, guys! i'm so sorry for how long it's taking. I got laid off, started a new (very hard) job, have been applying to go back to school, and have just struggled with a bunch of more personal stuff, but i really appreciate the people who are reaching out to me asking if i'm okay/working on it still and showing love and interest so much more than i can say <3 here's a (rough!) segment/preview:
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“Aw, c’mon, Nashi!” Natsu chuckled as he plopped in the seat Microphone had pointed him to, right between a big biker-looking guy and a tiny lady with glasses and some straight rocker makeup. Given that this wasn’t exactly some big stadium event, Layla was able to mill right near the low stage and argue with the freak, who somehow still had the nerve to scold her, “There’s no reason for you to come up, too. I got this in the bag…you should have more faith in me, you know!”
“Like that’s the fucking point!” she barked.
“Besides,” he plowed on as usual, eyes suddenly glinting in a way she did not trust as he grinned down at her, “you heard what they said about all the spice. If anything, you should be thanking me for taking one for the team. Last thing we need’s you gettin’ the runs right before your big fight.”
Layla felt her face go as red as those fucking peppers.
The giggles that erupted around her and from the other contestants at his shameless, mortifying statement did not help quell her anger.
“YOU FREAK!” she screeched. “I HATE YOU!”
Natsu winced and snapped a hand up to his chest. “Nashi!” that ungrateful, pickpocketing thief keened from his chair on that podium he’d sauntered onto with her money. “How could you?!”
Despite her anger, some part of her was startled by the genuine pain she could see in his reaction. She huffed, unable to believe herself as, just like that, the heat on her face and in her blood started to subside in irritable exasperation. All the shit he’d pulled today—the shit he’d just pulled—and yet still, knowing that he cared about her, that he truly heard and could be affected by her words, knocked the harder edge right off her rage.
She scoffed under her breath as she crossed her arms over her chest, disbelieving but also somehow at peace with knowing she wasn’t gonna be able to cling to any grudges with this dude. No matter how much of a hotheaded, hardheaded Pinky Wingnut he was, he kept reminding her exactly why she’d decided to help him out in spite of his constant shenanigans.
If she was being honest, the number of times she’d have been able to go back and train at that mid-ass gym had been limited anyway. Learning that those douchebags knew about her past only confirmed that fact.
Almost no one who learned about that shit stuck around. They sure as shit didn’t stand up for her after they heard about it, damage property on her behalf. No one had ever asked for her side with any real intention of believing her.
Plus the way he’d told them off had been pretty fucking cool. Of course, she knew it was a huge fluke (no way he or anyone else actually had the raw strength to pull that off, especially not with such a ridiculous shounen-ass punch) but from the club’s expressions, they obviously hadn’t. Remembering how he’d stood up for her again, his words, and the way none of them had managed to pick their shitty jaws off the floor by the time she’d grabbed Harley and scrambled after him, that stupid warm feeling floated up under her skin again.
She could also grudgingly admit that as corny and stupid as his words had been, she could at least admire that the dude didn’t hesitate to lock horns or pull punches when he believed in something.
“Meow,” Harley peeped from her bag, probably voicing her wariness of the crowd swelling around them. The sound made Layla remember yet one more rage-tamer: that crazy idiot apologizing—with damn-near ridiculous seriousness, too—even though he was the one who’d gotten scratched.
“It’s Layla, dammit!” she half-snapped, half-groaned even as deep down she reluctantly acknowledged she would never say “I hate you” to Natsu again.
#this is short enough that I won't do a 'keep reading' line i think#chasing tails#my writing#posts i actually wrote#fairy tail fanfiction#fairy tail future generation
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Could I request head cannons of Aizawa and Dabi dealing with a bratty and spoiled darling? Like just one that gets so pissed when they don't get them the food they want so they start calling them " An overrated limp dick not even somebody drunk and horny would take." Just you didn't get me Burgers? Fuck you.
Aw man that's hilarious to think about XD This is officially my first time writing out for Aizawa and Dabi, so I hope I did their characters/personalities justice! Also, it does get a little spicy here and there, so I hope that's fine. 😊
Warning(s): Brat!Darling, Implied Smut/Dubcon (mostly on Dabi's part) MINORS DNI, Brat Taming, Spanking, Light Threats (not too bad, they're just doing so to get darling to eat the food provided)
✧Aizawa Shouta✧
"(Y/N). I will only say this once; keep that attitude of yours in check."
We been knew Aizawa is a master of brat taming— It's just the vibe he gives off, so he won't stray from dishing out some discipline; especially with a darling like this. He has the patience, so warnings will be given for your unbearable behavior, so make sure to take those in account. If you don't, well... We know what'll occur. There's only so much that this man can handle and soon he'll be at wits end.
It only starts off with little things like making you sit alone for how ever long he deems necessary. Just so you can be alone with your thoughts. Aizawa hopes you'll use that time to think over your actions, but of course you just keep going. That's irritating to him, but fine. Other ways is just taking stuff and privileges away so you'd come to understand that only good behavior will allow you such luxuries.
Despite his patience and lack of reaction, it does aggravate him that you're this ungrateful and spoiled. Sure, what he's given isn't drastically too much, but you're really pushing it. Whines and complaints about not getting the food you want are met with the response of you needing to be more appreciative. Luckily you are with someone who can actually provide and cook food at all. A heavy sigh is added when you're not paying attention.
Then you just had to make that comment. He's quiet for a good minute before he chuckles. But of course, this wasn't out of deeming your crude response as funny. Not in the way you think. Like yeah, he thinks your words are amusing but in the back of his mind he's pondering on what to do with you for what you said. Because come on, Aizawa wasn't going to let you off the hook for such disrespect. You gotta learn.
You assume he will do nothing until he has you over his knee. "I'll give you a chance to apologize now. So what'll it be?" If you decide to give lip (but why though?), it will equal one swat. Continuing to do so will just guarantee more swats until you've finally caved and apologize to him. Aizawa picks you up, satisfied with the end result. At least some progress was made.
✧Dabi✧
"Oh yeah, we can totally get some burgers and fries from the local burger joint just near by. Would you like a milkshake with that order?"
Utter sarcasm from this man. Darling, we live in a secluded bar with a bunch of other villains—do you think we have the luxury of getting whatever you'd like? No. He tells you that you've gotta suck it up like a good darling or else he'll shove the food down your throat or forcibly spoon feed you. Doesn't really do the former but he will sure as hell go through with the latter.
If you're going to be a little shit, then he'll be a little shit too. Two can play at that game. "You're upset that you didn't get a nice bed to sleep in? Well, I'm upset I didn't get head last night so I guess we're both pissy today, sweet cheeks." It's honestly a little petty, but Dabi doesn't care since pissing you off until you finally relent on your attitude will satisfy him.
Still, you being such a brat does annoy him to an extent, but he won't let you know that. The reason being that if you did know he was growing more and more agitated by your constant nagging, you'd only do it more. Though, that is a double edge sword right there.
Dabi isn't against brat taming. Honestly, what could you do against him? He's much stronger than you, and you're so lucky he picked you or else he would've cremated you within minutes. The thought of getting you to stop this behavior and become a good, obedient darling really fuels the sadistic part of him. It will be worth going through all the complaining and whining once you learn to be compliant.
In reaction to that comment you made, he only smirks. Oh really? Do you really wanna take it that far? Okay then. Dabi is going to make you regret those words as he makes you squirm underneath him. Again, he just revels in the thought of breaking down that rotten attitude of yours. He teases you for any form of pleasure you show him; mocking you. "Oh, I thought I was some overrated limp dick no one would take? But I can see you're desperate for this limp dick. C'mon... Say it. I know you want to."
#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere bnha#yandere bnha x reader#yandere mha#yandere aizawa#yandere aizawa x reader#yandere eraserhead#yandere dabi#yandere dabi x reader#yandere x you#tw: dubcon#☆bittersweet.sins☆
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Blood Donor
They were going to have visitors, Elias said, looking down on Jon where he kneeled on the floor of his cell. He nodded in understanding. He’d be on his best behavior then. He wasn’t expecting his master to shoot out a clawed hand and grasp his hair, yanking him off the floor. His eyes stung with the pain as Elias snarled.
“So don’t try anything funny, got it? You’re mine. You will not ruin this.”
“Y-yes sir, I’m sorry sir!”
Elias dropped him and he landed painfully on his knees. “Good.” He smiled a dangerous, fanged smile, before placing Jon’s dinner on the floor and stepping out. The door locked with a screech behind him.
Jon sat back from his kneel and leaned against the wall to eat. Not all that more comfortable, he’d rather be sitting on the tiny cot he was provided by his master, but he’d also like to avoid spilling anything on it and angering Elias’ especially short temper he seemed to have today. He sighed and picked up his plate.
At least his meals were filling and sometimes considered delicious to Jon. “We need to keep you nice and healthy.” Elias had said, “Makes your blood all the sweeter.” Of course, Elias cared not for Jon’s preferences and the comfort of a hot meal was lost the moment he tried to be picky or “ungrateful”. Leaving anything on the plate was unacceptable and called for punishment apparently.
Tonight’s meal was well-seasoned curry, one of Jon’s favorites. He wondered if Elias was attempting to bribe him a bit. What visitors could be so important to put Elias this on edge? He’d brought plenty of visitors before, The Lucas family for one, (who Jon disliked quite a lot. Such a cold, condescending family) and sometimes just Peter himself. On those nights he was left mostly alone. The two of them would eat dinner and feed, then retreat to the lounge to indulge in one too many wine refills. On those nights Elias sometimes allowed Jon to pick out a new book from the library before returning to his cell. Reading was a rare luxury, and Peter always left Elias in a good mood where he was willing to allow it.
Maybe Elias thought that tonight’s guests would cause Jon to consider an escape attempt. Well, he needn't worry, he’d tried that a couple of times already and had been punished mercilessly for it. He had learned quickly that no one cared that he was here against his will. Blood donors were meant to be signed on through legal contracts. Provide fresh blood in exchange for housing and care and the freedom to move around as you wish. Lots of human newly grads or retirees signed contracts and after Jon lost his grandmother, he didn’t have anywhere to go and decided to take on the job. He was unaware that Elias had no intention of treating him like a guest. Locked up within the first week with no one on the outside who would know or care that he was missing. Well, maybe Georgie, if Jon hadn’t royally fucked that up.
The first time Elias had brought guests, he threatened Jon into obedience, but the moment one of the visitors approached him to feed he urgently whispered his current predicament in hope that they would call the cops on his kidnapper. Instead, they laughed. Laughed and fed anyway, before walking right up to Elias and warning him that he had “a chatty one”. Elias had laughed too, but when the guest walked away his eyes locked onto Jon’s from where he sat and the fury and darkness in his eyes sent Jon’s heart dropping to his stomach. That night, Jon learned exactly how the sting of a whip felt on bare skin.
“A shame to waste such delicious blood.” Elias sighed, between lashes. “However you disobeyed me tonight and embarrassed me in front of my guests. I have a reputation to withhold. This little outburst has made it clear I’ve been far too soft with you.”
There was a pause and footsteps from behind. Jon was sure that his back must be in ribbons at this point. Through his own ragged breathing he distantly heard the sound of something metal being picked up before fire exploded across his back and he screamed. Salt water rolled down his abused skin, washing away the red and leaving agony in its wake. The chains on his wrists kept him from curling in on himself.
Elias leaned down to whisper in Jon’s ear. “This will not happen again, understand?”
Jon could do nothing but sob as he shakily nodded his head. He was thrown back into his cell after that, lying still on the floor and unable to move through his pain to get onto the cot. At some point a maid entered and bandaged his wounds. It made sense, Elias wanted to punish him, not kill him through an infection.
He tried again, after that. How could he not? He was stubborn, and now he knew he couldn’t trust anyone to help him. He’d have to do it himself. He waited weeks, letting himself heal and obeying Elias as best he could against his own pride. Then when a servant arrived with his dinner one night, he knocked them out with the leg of the table he was provided. He noticed it had been loose and worked at it for days until it snapped. He felt a bit bad for attacking the man, he was probably in a similar situation to him. But he needed to get out of here. He could feel guilty when he was far far away from Elias’ estate.
Unfortunately, he was caught. Of course he was caught. Elias found him right outside the kitchen doors no more than 5 minutes after his escape. Jon had no idea how he would have known, but he did, and Jon only had a moment to glimpse the night sky before he was grabbed in the vampire’s iron grip and yanked inside. He was dragged kicking and screaming back to his cell. Elias’ eyes held the same fury as the last time and Jon’s back twinged. But then Elias took a deep breath and steeled his expression.
“I was unaware that my dinner selections were so unacceptable for you that you’d resort to assault.”
Jon blinked in confusion. “What do y-”
Elias continued over his interruption. “In that case, you can go hungry until you decide to be grateful for what I provide for you.” Elias swept out of the room, taking Jon’s uneaten dinner with him. Jon was left on the floor of his cell, scared, confused, and so disappointed. He had been so close. Yet somehow Elias was waiting for him.
It was two weeks before he was given anything more to eat.
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Elias came to collect him a few hours after his dinner. He was given a loose-fitting olive green shirt with see-through lace arms and a bronze pair of dress pants. The outfit left his neck and shoulders free to make feeding as easy as possible. A servant braided his hair and tied it up into a bun with a golden pin to keep it in place. Elias always made sure he looked his best for company. The tip of the pin was shaped like an eye, the Bouchard family crest, with an emerald in the center as the pupil. He was then given golden earrings to match.
“Master…”
Elias looked up from admiring his work. “Yes, Jon?”
Jon glanced at him before looking back at the ground. “May I- may I ask who is visiting?”
Elias chuckled softly. “Always so curious, aren’t you? Yes you may ask. After all, you should be prepared to serve them to the best of your ability.” Elias reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of Jon’s face. “I’ve decided to expand my coven; tonight I’ve invited five possible candidates into my home to discuss matters. Quite a curious bunch. I’m sure they will be valuable additions should they choose to join.”
Elias moved away and snapped his fingers. The servant dressing Jon stepped back with a bow and Jon followed Elias out the door of his cell. He was led up the stairs and down the hall to the dining room. Elias gestured for Jon to take his place against the right hand wall. He was to kneel on the floor cushioned by a pillow. Behind him was a simple couch where those who wished to feed would sit. Jon noticed that a book was sitting on the side table within reach. After settling down he read the title on the spine. It was the next in a series he was currently enjoying. Oh Elias was definitely trying to get on Jon’s good side tonight. He would take what he could get while Elias was feeling so generous. Perhaps he was anxious that these visitors would decide not to join. Jon wasn’t about to mess things up and ruin the comfort he was being offered.
Once the night began, Elias would welcome the guests, they would exchange pleasantries before eating their meal, (which included multiple courses and a dessert) then Elias would offer his donor for any who wished to feed. Jon hoped only a few would take him up on the offer. Five visitors meant a max of six feedings and a killer headache in the morning. Jon got comfortable in his place and picked up the book. Either way, he had a while to wait before he was needed.
When the guests arrived, Jon mostly ignored them at first and kept his nose in his book. There were two men and three women. They all looked pretty different and were most likely not related. The two men and one of the women seemed already familiar with each other while the other two women were attached at the hip. Jon could already see two sets of teeth. One poked out past the hijabi woman’s lips and he saw the other set when the bigger of the men smiled brightly in greeting. Two of the guests in particular, however, caught Jon’s eye. The second of the men, a slim, toned man with colored hair, and the tallest of the women with short blonde hair and multiple scars. They seemed... scruffier than the rest, and their eyes didn't pierce like most vampires’ did. They were deep and full in a way Jon could just about recognise.
The group talked politely over drinks until the kitchen staff arrived with their meals. From Jon’s place he couldn’t tell what was being served, but it smelled delicious. He realized what was different about the two when their food was served with sterling silver cutlery. It was designed differently to not get confused with the rest. Two of the guests were werewolves, not vampires. This took Jon by surprise. Elias said he was trying to expand his coven, why would he invite wolves? He had always been stingy about “purity of blood” or whatever.
Jon noticed Elias’ gaze boring into him from the head of the tabe. Caught. Jon quickly looked back down at the floor. The night’s proceedings were none of his business. He let the rest of the conversation roll over him after that. However, he couldn’t help but notice one of the women kept glancing his way. She had arrived with the men and sat between them at the table. Her hair was long and dark, curling past her dark, freckled shoulders. Big, round glasses framed her face and her eyes caught Jon’s attention every time she looked over at him. He couldn’t parse out her expression but he tensed under her gaze. Perhaps she was excited to feed. Elias had said Jon had exceptionally sweet-smelling blood. He tried his best to ignore her, focusing on his book and waiting for dessert to be served.
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A long wait and four courses later, Elias finally stood. He smiled over his glass of wine as he addressed his guests.
“Now that we’ve properly eaten, I’d like to offer my Donor, for those who wish to feed.” He gestured towards Jon with a sweep of his arm. “Of course, I’ve also prepared a delicious pastry selection for those who don’t have the palate for blood.” He smirked like he was in on some inside joke. Of course, there were two wolves at the table so Jon supposed it made sense.
The hijabi woman stood first and Jon set his book down on the table. Elias looked towards the larger man with the dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He shook his head politely. “I’ve recently fed, thank you. Though, I’ll take one of the pastries.”
“Of course.” Elias said. He gestured to the kitchen staff in waiting. “Please prepare four dessert servings.” They nodded and retreated through the kitchen doors.
Wait, four? Jon counted the guests in his head. Two werewolves and one vampire who didn’t want to use him. That left the vamp headed towards him and the lady who kept staring at him and who Jon noticed was now looking at him with a look of… Surprise? Disgust? Maybe she was angry that Elias hadn’t invited her to feed as well. Well, that was his mistake, not Jon’s.
His view was then blocked by the hijabi woman as she went to stand in front of him. She leaned down and… held out a hand? Jon blinked in surprise.
“Basira Hussain.” She introduced bluntly.
Jon stared dumbly at her offered hand before awkwardly taking it. “Uh, J-Jonathan Sims?” He stammered.
They shook briefly before “Basira” smirked slightly and sat down on the couch. “Ah, you must be new, then. Don’t worry, you get used to it.” She then gently grasped his chin to better expose his neck. “May I?”
Jon could do nothing but sit dumbfounded. He certainly wasn’t new, and no one had ever asked permission before. They always took what they wanted at Elias’ request.
Basira must have noticed his reluctance, because she paused, letting go of his chin and resting her hand on his shoulder instead.
“Sims? Are you-” She froze mid-sentence, her eyes locked onto Jon’s back with an expression like ice. What was…
Oh.
His back.
The whip scars.
“Y-yes!” Jon stammered a bit too loud. “Go ahead!”
Basira jumped slightly at his outburst, glancing between his face and back, before her expression went carefully blank and she sank her teeth into his throat. Jon winced at the sharp pain but it quickly dulled as her vampire’s venom took effect. She didn’t feed for long at all, only long enough to be respectful, before she pulled back and licked her fangs clean. Jon slumped back as the wave of dizziness passed.
Then she was gone, headed back towards the group at the table. The kitchen staff had just returned and were bustling around, setting down dessert options. Jon noted that Basira went the long way back to her seat, passing the group of three. Elias’ angry eyes were currently focused on one servant who missed spilling his drink by a millimeter and Basira leaned down to whisper something in the freckled woman’s ear before sliding past. Her round eyes went wide and she looked over at Jon again.
Jon was getting pretty sick of being stared at in all honesty. He was so confused at this point and his knees were getting sore. If this woman was so horrified by the thought of feeding on him, and now this “Basira” was talking shit about him, could he please just go back to his cell?
But then, the woman did something strange that Jon couldn’t ignore. She looked him straight in the eyes; she made sure he was paying attention to her. Then raised a hand to her face and lifted her upper lip to reveal….
Teeth. Normal teeth. Not the sharp fangs of a vampire or the large canines of a wolf, but blunt, normal, human teeth.
Suddenly the night’s proceedings were very much Jon’s business.
#hey look i actually wrote something#the magnus archives#tma au#vampires#vampire au#tma#mag whump#tma whump#the magnus archives whump#jonathan sims#elias buchard#my writing#whump
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the worlds collide - i: an old face
Summary: Who are you? Now that the new world has collided with the remnants of the old?
Pairing: BTS x reader (slight Got7/Jackson x reader)
Warnings: Referenced violence, covert sexism, zombies
Notes: I knoooow I should be working on lessons to build and looking back at you but this idea just won’t let go. I originally wrote it for my 30 minute challenge but it got out of hand. So here it is, a zombie au! Not sure how long it’ll be yet but we’ll see! UNEDITED.
Word Count: 3.2k
At the center of the end of the world, humanity was stripped to what it only needs to exist - strength, camaraderie, and grit.
With the undead nipping at your heels day and night, the only thought that remained were thoughts of where the nearest exist is, how to store food, how much farther for the next stronghold, and how long will that stronghold last. To survive, you stripped away everything unnecessary from your former life. All the bashfulness, the shame, and coated yourself with an armor as thick as the new callouses on your fingers - you still remember the first time you’ve went topless around Namjoon, and neither of you flinched.
Frankly, you’ve forgotten how to be anything else but this brought you to your new role in the new world. You’re no longer a girl, or a woman - you’re a survivor.
And with your old life etched in the sinew of your muscles, of your arms and your legs, you became a valuable member of the group. Along with Jungkook and Hoseok, you carry the front, bashing heads of zombies left and right, clearing the way to a new possible food source and haven.
It was a tiring existence, the type of tired that can’t be washed away by sleep. If that’s what you can call those pockets of peace you have when you’ve finally trusted them to watch your back.
It took long for you to finally drop your guard around these boys that you now call your family. Understandable, given that men didn’t really have a great track record for women to trust them even prior to the apocalypse. But you’ve met them in a tight circumstance, that had them trusting you before you even bothered to try.
(It was Jimin who first reached out, somehow unchanged by the cruelty of the new world. Always soft, always yearning.)
The seven of them had been friends before shit went down, and you were just a lucky one to be part of their orbit.
You remind yourself of this now that the new world has began.
This is the longest you’ve stayed in one place since two years ago, and it’s starting to feel like a place everyone could plant their roots in. The town’s largely untouched by the apocalypse, its strategic location in the mountains and quick response had them building trenches and walls, to keep the hoard from closing in.
It’s an extra precaution thoughtfully made by a self-sustaining community. For once, isolation brought forth more benefits than mishaps. They’ve barely lost people, largely untouched by the terrors of the world outside theirs. Innocent. Their lives went on. No nightmares, nothing.
The first time one of the pleasantly-dressed girls approached you with what could’ve been friendship, you flinched.
The boys were taken to it so easily, perhaps being as weary as you are didn’t make them jaded as it has made you.
Namjoon was swept away by the village committee, his brains and leadership evident with how he led you to safety. Jin and Jimin’s apprenticed under the village doctor, Yoongi’s turned to farming along with Taehyung, while Hoseok and Jungkook’s muscles are put to test building houses at the craft shop.
Everybody’s found a place except you, because while this town’s been untouched in all the good ways, it’s also been untouched in a sense that it kept to all the antiquated ways of the old world.
And, you hate how much you resent it in your deepest of hearts.
It’s as if they thought that putting you in a dress will wash away all the blood in your hands, as if you didn’t shed as much as all the boys did if not more. You’ve been turned away from all the things you could do, and are now being forced into things they want you to.
It’s suffocating, being torn with the desire to put your foot down and the fear of being perceived as ungrateful.
“They don’t understand, do they?”
You blink out of your thoughts and turn to a familiar face making himself comfortable beside you.
Jaebeom’s pushed away the unfinished basket to the side and pulled up one of his long legs to rest his elbow on.
By his side is his gun, locked and loaded, always ready even after months of quiet. You didn’t even hear him come in, but instead of being unsettled, you’re a slightest bit relieved to know that at least someone hasn’t gotten rusty.
The scar on his eyebrow stands out underneath the moonlight, and on the porch of your little house way’s away from the center of the town, you two make a fine pair of outsiders.
“No, they don’t.”
Even in times of peace, loss is inevitable.
Namjoon mulls over this as he looks at the list of names up for the next supply run. Two names have been crossed, and two funerals were attended last week. One had a body, another didn’t.
Old man Jungho died of a heart attack after his son died outside, and along with the grief, Namjoon could feel the pressure placed on his shoulders by a community unused to “unnatural” losses.
He’s developed a cycling procedure that makes it slightly fair to everyone who volunteered. Marked with blue ink are the ones who were in the previous run, those in black are the ones who are up for the next one.
With the latter list down by two, Namjoon turns to a different corner of his notebook to see your name. Until now, he’s had every excuse not to put you out there but now…
“Fuck,” Namjoon sighs and rubs his face with his hands. He doesn’t know why you’ll want to do this again. He’s tried asking you but somehow, you’ve grown farther and farther away.
When he tried to find you in the village garden with Yoongi, suddenly you’re out getting water. When Seokjin did your monthly checkup, you’re as impenetrable as the walls, when Hoseok tried to approach you with improvements for your home, you brush him away saying you’ve dealt with it with Jaebeom.
Jaebeom.
Whom you’ve only met a month in after you’ve settled into town. Who somehow’s been rumored to visit your house after dark, when the boys you’ve spent two years with haven’t even gotten the chance to step into your home.
Namjoon lets out a shaky breath. You’ve been so unreachable it’s made him cry out of frustration when the nights are dark and the seven of them feel your absence the most in their own quaint home.
They miss you, so much. Even Yoongi who’s as taciturn as they come has tried reaching out to you, working endlessly hard in his own little garden at the back of their house to produce strawberries that you love so much.
“Who’s on the list?”
Hoseok steps in the kitchen and jolts Namjoon out of his longing. He’s wearing his “fight” pants and boots, his gun taken out of the secret cellar and empty go bag slung on his shoulders.
Namjoon pushes his notebook towards him and watches as his friend’s face grow dark at the sight of your name.
“No.”
Namjoon sighs at the conviction in his friend’s voice. It draws in Jungkook from the living room, wearing the same pants and same tension in his shoulders every run.
It’s different when it was just the seven of them, now, they have to lead a bunch of unseasoned people outside the walls just so they don’t go in blind when - not if - shit hits the fan. The loss of the Youngho weighs heavily on Jungkook. They were of the same age, but not the same life experience and ultimately, that was what killed him.
“No, what?”
Jungkook takes in the tension of the room and glances down at the open notebook. “Oh.”
He mouths your name silently, treasuring each syllable. How long since he’s called you? How long since you two talked? Back outside, he liked to believe you and him had a special bond born in the midst of danger and trivial common hobbies from the old world.
He still has that photo card of an old gaming character you two loved.
“I can’t play favorites.” Namjoon states, teetering between duty and keeping you safe inside the walls. If you knew, you’d probably hate him for this, but you don’t.
“You can - you have!” Hoseok slams his hands on the table, the sound echoing inside their house. Everything falls silent followed by footsteps from the second floor. “What makes it different now?”
“The difference is the fact that we lost someone!” Namjoon bellows, his anger and stress rolling off him like waves but Hoseok doesn’t stand down. He knows its selfish, but the only thing that has him going now that you’ve pulled away is the knowledge that you’re safe.
“We always lose someone—“
“It’s not just us anymore, you know that, Hobi.”
Hoseok bites his cheek at Namjoon’s use of his nickname and he could feel the rest watching him like a hawk. All at once the fight goes out of him. It’s true. In exchange for safety, the get a community - for better or worse.
A hand lands on his shoulder and he turns to Taehyung, who in turn offers a strained smile. “At least, she has two of you to keep an eye on her out there. Like old times.”
Hoseok never thought he’d feel nostalgic about the times they’re elbow-deep in zombie gut but — “Yeah, like old times.”
Except, it isn’t like the old times.
Jungkook’s always been an awkward guy around girls, especially pre-apocalypse. He was all long limbs and Bambi eyes, not quite steadfast on what he was as a man and easily shaken by every attractive girl’s attention.
And although he’s grown a bit, confident in his looks and skills in this new world, he still hasn’t mastered the art of rejecting someone.
(He’s never had to, not when it was you.)
And so, he’s stuck at the last meeting with his back against the wall and one of the town’s remaining daughters - Hyerin- crowding his space as opposed to being beside you across the room.
He doesn’t even know that Hyerin signed up for the run, especially with how he’s told her that it’s dangerous and that she hasn’t had the proper training to go out there. It rankles him all sorts of wrong when she said that her father said that “it isn’t as dangerous as they made it out to be” as if they’re lying about the dangers they’ve faced.
And sure, they’ve cleared out a large space around the town of zombies but things can always go wrong, and if there’s anything Jungkook has learned is that things have a habit of luring you to a false sense of security before fucking everything up.
Hoseok’s giving the briefing to their small group of ten, and he could see his friend’s eyes linger a second too long whenever it passes you. You with your hair pulled back and back straight, it almost brings him back.
But then you smile at something Jaebeom says and Jungkook feels his chest tightening on cue. You haven’t smiled nor even looked at him since the start of this briefing. What had he done wrong? What have they done wrong that drove you away?
“We might encounter people on this run, and I want you to remember - people are more dangerous than zombies.” Hoseok reminds the group, “They can think, they can plot - and are much harder to predict. We’ll need someone to bring up the front before we flank the space—“
Before Jungkook could raise his hand, yours shoot up along with Jaebeom’s.
“I’ll do it.”
From the back, Jungkook could clearly hear the murmurs of the men in the group. Someone, someone stupidly brave enough speaks up, “I think you should let the men handle this, darling.”
Jungkook sees you put your hand on Jaebeom’s arm before turning to where the voice is. It’s one of the older folks, large and burly with eyes alight with mockery.
You smile sickly sweet, “Oh? I’m not the one who puked on the side of the road during the last run, am I?”
The man sputters and laughter erupts around him, his friends who were equal parts terrified at the sight of a half-torso crawling towards them last month. It’s easy to laugh when it’s not your ass on the line.
Before he gets another word in, you remind him, Hoseok, Jungkook and everyone in the room how dangerous you were on the outside. And how dangerous you still are here.
“And for the record, could you stomach killing a man when you can’t even finish off a zombie? I can,” you pause the silence being answer enough, “So, no, I’m not leaving this to the men.”
“Antagonizing them isn’t earning you any points.”
Keeping your eyes on the road helps you steady your nerves. Outside, you could see the remains of pushed over cars as your caravan makes its way away from the forest and down the mountain.
According to the last team’s run’s intel, there were traces of people loitering down the town proper and so Namjoon’s sent a team before you get caught unawares.
Hoseok coughs, “Y/N. Are you listening?”
“I didn’t know there were points to earn.”
One line, and its scathing but, Hoseok thinks, at least you’re talking to him. He was afraid he’s forgotten your voice.
He may have abused his power a bit to split you up from Jaebeom but it still makes sense, given that you two have worked together longer outside. You with your speed and him with his agility, you make a pretty good team.
And with your pretty face, people tend to underestimate you until its too late.
Hoseok pauses and mulls over your statement. Adjustment is hard, he knows, pandering to people who don’t know how hard it is on the outside but it’s needed. He doesn’t understand where your dislike of it comes from, so much so you’ve decided to ostracize yourself not only from the people in town but also from them.
(He’s a man. Of course he doesn’t understand. Old or new world, men can only touch the surface of what damage the world has done to women.)
“Y/N, it’s just so we could live with them peacefully. No trouble.”
You finally turn to him and he shivers from the coolness in your eyes. “When have I caused them any trouble? I help out, don’t I? I’m a functioning member of the community - is it required to be all chummy with them?”
Framed like that, Hoseok doesn’t have any answer but a semblance of the truth lying in a question, “Why don’t you talk to us anymore?”
Outside, the caravan reaches its destination and people pour out of the old trucks.
“Is there anything to talk about?”
Of course, of course there is, Hoseok wanted to say. But job calls, and when the sight of tracks greet your group, everything goes back to the back burner.
By the looks of it, there were at least four people about. All with large feet which most likely mean they were males.
Hoseok made a executive decision and sent back all of the group except you, Jaebeom and Jungkook. Given the situation, your group had too many people for this run turned reconnaisance and moving that many people will slow down any retreat you might need to do.
So he sent them back up with a message to Namjoon about the situation. He’ll get a lashing later but he’s sure the guys will understand. A small group is more manageable, but a group with established trust and dynamics (at least with the three of you) is more than ideal.
Your tracking leads the team to one of the larger convenient grocery stores in town. It’s long been looted and cleaned out, but somehow, one of the older craftsmen in the village figured out how to run the generator. Now, it’s store room is being used to hold and freeze any meat and fish you can’t afford to salt. How long you’ll have it running with the generator, who knows?
At what previously was an aisle for chips and snacks, you and Hoseok tread lightly, guns cocked and hands steady, your ears straining to hear any off-beat step as you get deeper into the store. Somewhere across the room, you know that Jungkook and Jaebeom are doing the same, closing off the larger exit.
It’s four on four, the odds may not be on your favor if it comes down to it but it’s not on theirs entirely either -whoever they are.
The morning light filters through the broken glass windows and reflects on your gun as you step forward to the large space at the end of the aisle. At the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook, -free of that girl hanging off his arm- tilt his head towards the large freezer ahead of you.
Behind him, Jaebeom moves to the right, taking position for a surprise attack while you three continue to advance. The freezer’s door is slightly ajar and you could almost make out the conversation and the shadows moving about inside. There’s unfettered laughter and guffaws, pulling you into a false sense of familiarity.
That laugh…
You were so in your head that your next step crushes a stray glass and echoes in the store. For a moment, it rings in the air, suspended like Hoseok freezing to look at you, before suddenly everything just- drops.
Out the door, someone tackles you to the ground, grabbing your gun and tossing it under the shelves. Your head bounces against the tiles and it steals your breath in pain but without missing a beat, you drive the heel of your palm to the man’s chin, hard enough to unbalance him off your waist.
The man rolls to the side and tries to grab your foot before you break free and kicks it to his face. With satisfaction, you hear him grunt in pain before grabbing at you again.
To the side, you see Hoseok trying to reach you, his gun similarly tossed away by the paler and taller man clutching his shoulder, slumped against a turned over cart. You’re ears are ringing, and you might’ve hit your head but vaguely you could hear someone punching someone at the other side of the aisle.
Everything happens so fast - and ends so quickly.
Your vision clears up as a cock of a gun rings clear, pausing everyone’s movements.
In front of you is a face you’d never thought you’d see again. He’s darker, with what seems to be a permanent five o’clock shadow on his jaw, but his eyes light up at the sight of you and a smile stretches on his lips, his hands up but uncaring of Jaebeom’s gun against his head.
“Y/N, long time no see.”
You gasp, frozen on the floor. “Jackson.”
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Stargirl 2x01 review/thoughts
Characters
Courtney- Courtney, I love you sweetie but you really do just need to slow the hell down. I totally get why Courtney is so hyper and eager to find new bad guys and get back on the field especially because it’s obvious that she’s still struggling with the fact that star man wasn’t her dad and she has had this specific image of her dad even before she became stargirl and then that image was shattered. But I think she still just needs to slow down because even though she is 110 % right that there is still evil in blue valley 1. Only us as an audience know that for a fact. And 2. That’s happening in the NEAR FUTURE not the PRESENT. And I just really think Courtney needs to stop worrying so much about the things in the future that she can’t control or predict and start worrying about what’s happening in the present like failing school, and just being there for your friends and your family.
Yolanda- my girl Yolanda is really going through it this episode 🥺🥺😭😭. That church scene really broke my heart but I wonder what’s going on with her head because I know she’s going through a lot of guilt with killing brainwave but as far as I know guilt doesn’t cause mini migraines so while I think it has the potential to be elipsco and that could easily be what it is I’m not really sure if that’s exactly it. And while I know Yolanda is going through a lot when it comes to her killing brainwave and it’s going to get worse before it gets better I just really hope by the end of it she okay with the fact that she killed him because she knew there wasn’t any other choice and it was the right thing to do. ( I also wouldn’t mind Yolanda being a anti hero but that’s another conversation for another day).
Rick- man… I’m just so proud of Rick y’all like he’s really trying and I’m so proud of him for it 🥺🥺🤧🤧. And he change his last name from Harris to Tyler like… I was bailing like a fucking baby it wasn’t even funny. Now about the Solomon Grundy thing (im curious on what you guys think about this because I feel like we’re all are kind of going to have a different opinion on this topic which I like because I like to see things from other people Perspectives) as of right now I have mix feelings on it because while i understand that Grundy was being controlled by the isa and he really is kind of like a lost puppy… he’s still murdered ricks parents and cause him years of loneliness and I’m pretty sure depression. And because of that I don’t know how I would feel if they had Rick and Grundy become friends in any sort of way because of the fact that Grundy is still a big part of the reason for Rick having a shitty childhood.
Beth- my baby couldn’t get a break for shit in this episode like first she’s fixing chuck but has not succeeded, then she has this wierd ass conversation with her ungrateful parents, then finds out that her parents are getting a divorce , then sets up a fancy ass diner that I imaging took her at least two hours to prepare for only to find out that her parents couldn’t make it ( what is her dads excuse by the way because we only heard her moms 🤨) and then FINALLY something good happens and chuck is fix only to find out 2 seconds later that he doesn’t even remember her. (I have a theory that I may post in the next few days) like Beth just keeps on taking Loses she didn’t take no Wins this episode and while I think everyone this episode took loses and no wins Beths loses we’re just really repetitive and right in your face like BAM parents are getting a divorce BAM chucks still not fix BAM chuck is fix… oh wait he’s fix but he doesn’t remember who Beth is. Like we’re literally on the first episode and she already dealing with a bunch of BS I can only imagine what’s gonna happen when shade and elipsco get in the mix 😰😰😰. And I know I didn’t really go into my thoughts on Beths parents and that because ima make a whole separate post for that because…. Yeah I got a lot of thoughts on that whole situation.
Plot twist/ ending
That beginning was creepy as fuck and apparently that little boy was Bruce Gordon elipscos first Victim 😰😰😰
Ummmm so apparently from what it seems like that little girl was CHARLES MCNIDERS DAUGHTER now if this is true all I’m gonna say is the show needs to stop saying that the gambler is dr midnites arch nemesis because that whole scene was some thawne killing Barry’s mother type shit.
So apparently from what it seems like mikes mother is actually alive and well…can I just say that I love how the whole fandom just assumed mikes mother was dead like I- 😂😂💀💀💀. And why the hell does Cindy want to recruit mike 😰😰😰 but I’m not gonna lie y’all… I can see it 😬😬😬.
Over all I thought this episode was a 10/10 it was a great and solid premiere for the second season, it set up things for each character and I just enjoyed it from beginning to end and I have no complaints. And feel free to also let me know your options, did you argree what I said or do you have a different opinion ?


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Closing one of the boxes with a tape, you look around what used to be your living room and technically still is, but the remainder that it soon won't be is too real and big. Packing some of your things that Jungkook will later take to his place makes you doubt your decision. Only because you already feel bad at the thought of taking up his space no matter how many times he has told you it's not true. More like has scolded you with that prominent frown of his. You just can't help it.
All of this feels weird.
You will have to leave a bunch of your furniture behind, well to sell it to be completely exact which kind of makes you sad to be doing. There isn't space where you could store your couch, television and other stuff Jungkook already has in his apartment. He has helped you with everything, from searching for possible buyers and putting all your stuff on the internet that needs to be sold. You had done that together during sad evenings of you sulking next to Jungkook.
"You've made the right decision,"
You get startled at Jimin's soft voice next to you, completely forgetting for a second that he's been holding the box for you so you could tape it. He sets it on top of another box as he gives you an encouraging smile, hand squeezing your shoulder.
"Stop doubting everything, you've stayed at his place so many times, it's your second home at this point." Jimin jokes, causing you to glare at him but a playful grin cracks on your lips as you silently agree with him. You also appreciate how he tries to put you at ease, sensing your doubting.
All of you have stayed at Jungkook's home so many times that it doesn't feel like a foreign place. But still, it's Jungkook's home.
"I know, I just... it feels weird to move in there." you admit quietly, feeling bad for even saying it out loud because somehow, it makes you sad for Jungkook.
He's here sacrificing his space and privacy for you, just so he can help you. You know it's more than that but it doesn't feel right to have thoughts like these, constantly doubting this whole situation as Jimin has called it.
"You've always been bad with changes," Jimin offers simply, squeezing your shoulder for the last time before he lets go.
He's right, you realize as soon as he says it. You don't like changes, at least not big ones like this and especially in your little fucked up situation.
"I think that's why you feel dubious about this and that's completely fine. But you know Jungkook, and I think his place is the most comfortable place you could be living in."
Again, Jimin is more than right. Out of all the options you had, Jungkook's place feels like the most comfortable and safe option for you. Not that living with your other two friends wouldn't. There are just more cons of living with one of them. For example, Jimin's place is smaller and you already feel bad for taking up most of Jungkook's current space once you move in with him. Taehyung's wild life full of bringing strangers to his home isn't the most pleasant place to be living in, and you can't expect him to change things because of you. Not that you'd want him to.
Another thing that scares you though, something you haven't said out loud and definitely aren't planning to tell Jimin, is the fact you're going to be so close to Jungkook now. You'll be under the same roof which makes a little intrigued excitement spark inside of you.
"Yeah, I know," you murmur, "I don't mean to sound ungrateful."
"You don't," Jimin smiles and assures you, "You just sound like our Y/N."
That makes you chuckle, your conversation soon interrupted by manly chuckles as Taehyung and Jungkook walk out of your kitchen shoving each other as you roll your eyes at their usual and childish behavior. They said they came to help but so far, it looks like they came to help to empty your pantry. Taehyung holding one of your snacks says it all as they finally join you.
"Why that serious face?" Taehyung asks as soon as he spots you, wiggling his brows as he shamelessly takes a bite of the snack, silently challenging you to tell him something. But before you can tell him off, playfully of course because yes, you're slightly annoyed but not to the point you'd have to get angry because it's just a stupid snack, Jimin beats you to it.
"Ah, our friend here is getting all guilty and dubious." Jimin says mischievously, ignoring the grin you send him as you already hear Jungkook sighing as he plops on your couch, arm stretching and resting on the couch's top.
"Why?" Taehyung almost whines, "Girl, just enjoy the huge bathtub. I'd kill to have one in my place. And Jungkook is like the cleanest guy I know, he even does his own laundry and he actually likes it!"
That makes you laugh as Jungkook grins but rolls his eyes at Taehyung complimenting his laundry skills. He says it as if it's super unusual for men to do this kind of stuff.
"No, you're just saying that because you're a pig." Jimin jumps into the conversation, both you and Jungkook laughing at Taehyung's open mouth and the well-known glare he shoots at his friend.
The two of them start to bicker, something you're not in the mood to listen again and thanks to Jungkook you don't have to, because as soon as you plop onto the spot next to him, his arm stretched behind you, you're slightly intoxicated by the smell of him which is one of your biggest weaknesses when it comes to him. The guy is wearing sweatpants and a shirt and you're already drooling. And that's enough to zone out the bickering of those two for a moment but there's something else Jungkook wants to say.
"You're bruising my ego with all that doubting shit," he says lightly, grinning at you as you realize how close you're sitting next to him.
You can see his skin so clearly, he's so close that it would only take two seconds to lean in for you to kiss him, two seconds to eye the silver jewelry decorating his brow that you still can't get used to. Everytime you see it, it's like a slap to your face that reminds you how hot, more hot, your best friend is getting. Not that you thought it's even possible.
He's joking but still voicing the elephant in the room which causes more guilt to come to the surface as your features soften. "That's not it, Kook. I made my decision and I'm fine with it, I just--you know me. I'm grateful you're letting me stay at your place. I really am."
"Really?" Jungkook asks, smirking as he raises his brow at you. For a moment you look at him expectantly and confusingly, until he leans towards you to get close to your ear. "How grateful?"
Glancing at him, you look straight away to feel his hot breath on the side of your face again as you bite into your lower lip, eyes flickering to Jimin and Taehyung who are fooling around while laughing. You're too distracted to tell them to put down those pillows before they break something.
"Very grateful." you mutter to Jungkook, sounding almost sheepishly as excitement and shyness shakes in your chest.
"Hm, you can show me later then," he proposes, voice husky and low which makes you instantly gulp, trying to hide how much his words affect you.
It's the first time Jungkook has hinted at something like that since that incredible morning at his place with your legs stretched for his mouth. You've been thinking about that a lot, you're not going to lie and you've no idea what comes over Jungkook to act like this again, but you love it and you're here for it. You feel that flame of lust and excitement that you've felt with him in June and then months after, during the deal you had.
Finding his eyes, you find them mischievously looking into yours and you have to brace yourself not to get too distracted. "Maybe I will." you tell him silently, lips curving in a satisfied smirk when he grins at you – not in the typical cute bunny way, but in the way you're ten seconds from sitting on his lap.
"Yah, what are you two whispering about?" Taehyung suddenly yells, giving a last smack to Jimin's head with your pillow and then cackles when Jimin tells him to fuck off.
"Just how dumb the two of you are." Jungkook reacts, tongue in his cheek teasingly as Taehyung gasps.
"Yo, don't forget you're the younger one."
"Yeah, and I seriously doubt that sometimes." he murmurs, eyes flickering to yours as you giggle.
But before Taehyung can complain about the younger's attitude, the ringing of Jungkook's phone resounds and he picks it up, informing the food delivery is here seconds after. After another minute of bickering, Jimin drags Taehyung with him since there is a lot of food and you're sure some part of him has done it to get back at Taehyung. Eventually, they go down to pick up the food while you tell them you'll pack a few more boxes until they come back, which shouldn't take long.
Jungkook offers to help, the whole purpose of him being here actually, and he follows you to your bedroom. There is a lot of stuff you've to pack and even though you don't have to move out in a month or more, you've to arrange things you'll throw away, sell or take with you. Which reminds you that the person who is buying your couch, is supposed to come in two days and take it with them. More things won't be here in a few days and technically, it won't be a proper living space. The most important things such as your bed or stool in the kitchen where you can sit down and have your meal are still here. You're taking your bed with you, although you're not sure how Jungkook will make space in his office for it.
But – he's too determined to make it work and who are you to oppose.
That's why you've decided to spend the first night at Jungkook's apartment because it'll make things easier. You still have to clean this place after some of the furniture and things are done. It's not dirty because you cleaned it every day but still, there must be dust and dirt behind the furniture. After talking to your friends, they all said you should focus on making this apartment to its needed state and sleeping at Jungkook's place (slash living) would make things easier. And you've to agree.
Still, it's happening too soon but somehow, you're okay with it because it makes sense.
There are already a few boxes in your bedroom, most of them seasonal clothes that you don't need in this current weather which are thick and warm jackets or summer dresses. Packing your make-up is the first task you settle upon, knowing it shouldn't take too long and Taehyung and Jimin will be here any minute.
Jungkook continues with the process he was doing before disappearing in the kitchen with Taehyung, so you don't worry about him as you hear him rustle behind you. Too occupied in your thoughts and a task, you don't notice the sudden silence, and Jungkook's steps aimed towards you are just an empty sound at the back of your mind. That's until he settles a box in front of you, a box you haven't seen in a while but know very much.
You want to abruptly turn around and scold him for bringing this out right now, but he presses himself onto you so that it's almost impossible.
"What do we have here?" he muses teasingly, causing you to scoff. "Haven't seen this one in a while."
And then you watch his tattooed hand slowly opening the box as you're met with a sight of the only sextoy you own, and that is very much thanks to the man standing behind you.
"What? You wanted to borrow it?" you murmur dryly, hearing him chuckle but that is before he delivers a light spank to the side of your ass that makes you yelp.
Completely unexpected and surprised by his reaction, you can't help but feel warmness in the pit of your stomach as your toes curl, especially with Jungkook's close proximity.
"Don't get smart on me." he warns, causing you to bite your lower lip as you try to let out a careless scoff.
"Close it before the guys see it." you tell him, breath hitching when he wraps his arm around your waist and starts caressing your stomach which sets alive the thousand of butterflies in your body. Fuck, you hate him for knowing how to touch you. Even the slightest touch makes your body on fire.
"What, they already know you owe one, don't you remember?" he hums, playing into the game as his hand inches lower and plays with the hem of your sweatpants.
"Yeah, thanks to you," you point out dryly again, giggling when Jungkook suddenly presses his lips into your neck and gently bites you there. "They were too drunk, they probably don't remember." You voice your thoughts hearing Jungkook hum as the tip of his fingers get under the hem, meeting the fabric of your panties.
"Trying to calm down your worries by telling yourself that?" he teases, chuckling into your neck as you arch your back, meeting his hard chest as soon as his fingers get under the hem of your panties as well. Fuck, what is he doing?
"Fuck you," you let out shakily.
"I will, soon," he promises, causing you to whine as his fingers get close to your heat but not quite enough to be touching you there just yet. "This okay?" he assures, causing your heart to swell as you nod too quickly.
And that's all he needs before he lowers his hand and cups you inside your underwear, two fingers parting your lower lips as you suddenly gasp, leaning onto Jungkook whose body holds you in place. Head thrown back, you grab his hand that moved to your hip while the other one is busy being buried in your panties, you squeeze his warm and soft skin.
"You're not throwing it away, right? That would be rude, it was quite expensive,"
His voice is full of mischief and he gives you no time to respond, fingers finding your clit as he circles around the sensitive bud causing you to gasp, his name dying on your tongue as he hums.
"We could have fun with it, like the good old days..."
He's teasing you, you hear the smirk in his voice and you can feel his lips stretching against the skin of the temple where his mouth lays.
"Shut up," you choke up, knowing you should end this before the guys can find you here like this. There would be a lot of explaining to do and you're not quite ready for interrogation from them.
"What, liking it too much?"
"Fuck," you gasp when his fingers glide easily and circling your entrance, thanks to the wetness that Jungkook caused with his mouth. Maybe just a few more minutes won't hurt...
But the universe isn't on your side because just as the tip of Jungkook's finger is about to enter you, your mouth falling open with knees close to buckling, the sound of your door being open is like a glass shattering on the floor. Jungkook sighs, pulling out his hand out of your panties as you turn around, face completely flushed and heated, just in time to see him putting his middle finger in his mouth.
His lips wrap around his long finger deliciously, it lasts just a second as he tastes you with your open left ajar with rushed breaths. "Too bad baby, the fun has ended." And apparently, so have you.
You're almost falling apart, the pet name that probably fell out of his mouth without much thinking has caused your whole pussy to throb, begging to feel his fingers again. And he is so fucking hot, he surely knows it because he gives you a pleased smirk, raising his brow at you.
"We are here!" Taehyung yells, too close to you to be yelling like this but it's the only warning that wakes you out of your daze, your hands automatically moving to close the box that Jungkook has so kindly opened.
Just in time Taehyung barges in the room, his brown and attentive eyes falling on your figure and he finds you odd, especially the way you're staring at him. On another hand, Jungkook looks completely fine and walks to Taehyung as if nothing happened. "Come on, let's eat."
"Yeah," Taehyung says, eyeing you as Jungkook brushes past him. "You good?"
"Yeah, yeah," you answer too quickly, touching your cheeks as you shake your head and give him a nervous chuckle.
Whatever it is, Taehyung decides to ignore it because you've been acting weird these days and it has a lot to do with the whole moving change and process, so he doesn't really blame you. He follows you, the four of you washing your hands before you eat the delicious food that is already prepared in your living room thanks to Jimin.
As you and Jungkook wash your hands, you can't help but give him a glance while you're reminded what has just happened – but Jungkook cocks his brow at you cockily and all you can do is shake your head at him, splashing him with tiny droplets on your fingers in his face.
The two of you join your friends with stupid grins on your faces – them being completely unaware of the exchange.
There's a bit of a helpless feeling that cuts in your chest thanks to your stuff that's currently taking up a lot of space in Jungkook's office. After feeding yourselves and dividing boxes to your and Jungkook's car, all of you have moved to his apartment to properly celebrate – as Taehyung has called it but he's just looking for an excuse to drink and eat free food. Not that you mind, they have helped you a lot today and it's nice to hang out again without all the club setting that you've slowly grown tired of.
Sprawled on Jungkook's couch, you bring cans of coke to each of them as they murmur a poor excuse of "thank you", completely immersed in trying to choose a good movie.
"Jungkook, don't forget about Friday," you tell him as you join them on the couch, squeezed between Jungkook and Taehyung causing the older one to grumble annoyingly at you, pointing at the huge space of Jungkook's couch. "This is the best spot," you argue at Taehyung, shoving your elbow in his stomach as he swats your arm away.
"What's Friday anyway?" Taehyung asks, scooting a little to have some space so you're not glued to his side with an unappreciative frown, frowning even more when you provocatively grin at him.
"Ah, my boss invited Jungkook to one of our celebration parties. Don't ask me, completely unnecessary but our participation is somehow required. Shortly said, we got this amazing deal with another model agency in China which of course, means more money for the company and my boss thinks it's great to celebrate it. He also invited some partners and possible future partners,"
"So, he wants to basically impress them and maybe snatch a few new deals." Jimin says which you automatically nod to.
"Okay, but why is Jungkook invited? Can't you bring me instead?" Taehyung whines, causing you to snort as Jimin does the same thing.
"What would you possibly do there?"
"Ah, excuse me?" Taehyung scoffs, "If it means free food and alcohol, I'm always down to attend any unnecessary celebrations."
Jungkook chuckles next to you, eyes still fully attached to the screen while trying to find a movie all of you will be okay with – the hardest task of tonight. Jimin and you join, laughing at Taehyung as he grins but you all know he's not bluffing.
Shaking head, you open your mouth. "Jungkook actually took some pictures for the company a few months ago and Junho was very pleased with them. He asked me on Tuesday if I could perhaps tell Jungkook that he's invited, he knows he's my friend so I think he purposely asked me, so there's a bigger chance he'd go or something."
It is actually strange of Junho but at the same time you're not surprised. It's pretty rare of him to show any kind of praise to his employees and people working under him, but he's been completely swooned by Jungkook's talent which to be honest, you're not shocked since you know him and his work. Everyone has been very pleased with the outcome of Jungkook's great photography skills.
You were even more surprised to be stopped by Junho in the hallway, he doesn't speak to you if it's not necessary, and he actually acted like a nice human being for once. You're not stupid and delusional, of course it was because he wanted something from you and that something is Jungkook's presence at the party. Still, the looks of some of your co-workers they exchanged are still fresh in your memory and you wonder if there are already any rumors going around. If yes, Yoongi would be the first one to kindly remind you of them.
"Ah, yeah, I remember you guys mentioned he did something for your company." Taehyung recalls, causing you to nod along his words.
"Yeah, I think Junho just wants to impress the partners and is using Jungkook for it, I don't know," you shrug, "And you," you nudge Jungkook in the shoulder but he only hums in return with his mouth open as he stares at the screen.
So you reach for his longer hair, tugging onto them as he scolds you with a frown. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," you scold him back, hearing Jimin and Taehyung snicker next to you. "You don't have to go, I'll just tell him you're busy or something."
"Nah, it's fine. I told you I'll go." he tells you, turning his eyes back to the screen causing you to roll your eyes at him in annoyance.
"No, I'm serious. Don't feel like you've to go with me because I complained to you that I don't want to go."
"Why would you not wanna go, Y/N?" Taehyung whines, "You're such a party pooper. Hello, get all the free booze and food, maybe you'll fancy some of the new partners, I bet they're all rich guys."
"Yes, rich guys in their fifties," you roll your eyes at Taehyung, "It's not like I don't wanna go--"
"You specifically said you don't want to socialize with your co-workers and bunch of strangers, you also hate to be on your own at these kinds of things," Jungkook remarks, causing you to glare at him as the two of your other friends start to laugh.
You shrink in embarrassment. Okay, maybe you've said the socializing part but it's true. It's not like you don't like your co-workers or something, but there are many people working in the company and you're really not in the mood to stand in the heels and act all posh when you could be laying home, well Jungkook's home, and eating and looking like a pig with no effort needed.
"Plus, I don't have any plans anyway and it kinda sounds fun." Jungkook shrugs.
He's always been a little bit more outgoing than you, he likes to occupy himself and be busy no matter what that means. He's usually very productive and for exchange, he actually doesn't mind meeting new people and mingling around. But you get it, it actually could bring a good job opportunity for him – even though he doesn't need it, because he's mostly booked for every day and if not, he's busy editing all the photos he had taken.
"Okay, well, you're invited so it's up to you," you end it with that, hearing Jungkook hum before he triumphantly yells at finding a good movie which startles you, but as always your glare gets ignored as everyone gets comfortable.
Reaching for the blanket abandoned next to Jungkook, you cover yourself and lean your head against Taehyung's shoulder. Finally as the first scene starts to play, everyone keeps silent but not until you and Taehyung start to bicker because of the blanket. In the end, Taehyung wins and you're forced to share it with him, both of you shushed by annoyed Jimin and Jungkook.
Sometime in the middle of the movie, a bottle of wine is opened and you slowly sip on it throughout it, finding an amazing comfort in the form of Taehyung's shoulders and Jungkook's lap where your legs lay. Sheepishly, you've urged Jungkook to massage your feet which he refused but your constant and very persistent look convinced him.
Everything feels cozy, causing you to get slightly drowsy especially once the lights are off and the only light illuminates from the screen. Surely, the wine in your system has something to do with your tiredness and slight tipsiness you realize at your usual tipsy behavior.
However, Jimin and Taehyung don't look any different as they finally stretch themselves once the credits roll and Jungkook turns the lights on. He offers them to stay over but they both refuse, both of them having plans in the morning apparently. So you both walk them to the front door, bidding goodbye and not avoiding Taehyung's teasing.
"Look at them, they look like a married couple, shoving us out."
Jimin snickers and you roll your eyes at the obvious tipsy Taehyung who gives you a boxy grin and very tight hug that makes you slap his back.
"You could've stayed, you dumbass," you tell Taehyung, moving to Jimin as you hug him.
"Don't listen to him, he's just babbling nonsense as usual." Jimin says, both of you laughing before they walk out of Jungkook's apartment and go to their awaiting cub in front of the building.
It feels very odd – knowing you're staying here and it's not the usual type of sleepover or necessary staying over like usual. But still, you find comfort in Jungkook's place of knowing it for so long so it doesn't feel uncomfortable or anything close to it.
You're in the kitchen washing the used glasses when Jungkook comes into the kitchen, throwing empty packages to the bin that were left on the coffee table.
"I'd clean it tomorrow, don't worry about it." he tells you, standing next to you as he leans against the counter, watching you washing the last glass.
"Come on, it's nothing," you tell him with a chuckle, turning off the water as Jungkook already grabs the kitchen cloth and wipes all the glasses.
You mimic his previous pose, leaning yourself while Jungkook takes care of the washed dishes and both of you fall into a casual conversation that turns into a giggle fit thanks to your tipsiness. Jungkook looks tipsy as well, although not as giggly like you but his face is slightly flushed and his eyes have that spark, the kind of spark he has whenever he drinks.
Once everything is taken care of, Jungkook scurries to take a shower since you so kindly let him take it first. Informing him you've to take out some of your needed stuff anyway, you hear the door being closed. Deeply in thoughts and in the middle of pulling out your cosmetic bag, you gasp at the spilled make-up in it and your hands being covered in the foundation that had to be closed, not good enough. Groaning, you grow annoyed at yourself for letting such a mistake happen especially when the brand isn't as cheap as you'd like it to be. It's everywhere, almost spilling onto the floor but you quickly wipe it off into your (thankfully) old shirt.
In the midst of your tipsy annoyance, you naturally walk towards the bathroom, ready to have an explanation ready for Jungkook and your sudden appearance in the bathroom. Clumsily, you somehow manage to open the door with your elbow without getting anything dirty.
"Sorry, sorry, I spilled some of my foundation and it's everywhere," you automatically call out to Jungkook, noticing he's already in shower and one peek at his naked backside, you quickly move towards the sink.
"Suit yourself," Jungkook calls out amusingly, causing you to glance across your shoulder to find him in the same position with a smirk on his lips.
Turning around, your face gets hot and it's definitely not from the slowly creating steam of the warm water, you rub your hands clean with a good amount of soap. Once your hands are clean, you groan at your shirt still being messed up. Taking another peek at Jungkook, you see he is turned with his back to you, the glass of the shower getting foggy not allowing you any other peek. Biting your lower lip, you giggle to yourself as something comes over to you (and you blame the wine) before you carefully take off the shirt and the rest of your homewear clothes.
Jungkook is completely clueless, head leaned back as in his tipsy mind he's trying to sober up thanks to the water in his face. So clueless that he doesn't notice you sneaking behind him, until he hears the shower door being pushed open which causes his head to tilt forward and open his eyes, glancing across his shoulder to find you there.
And fuck, you really are there. Standing with a sheepish grin, breasts completely bare for his eyes with the rest of your body and it takes everything for him not to eye you like a prey. For now, he settles on being confused at your sudden presence.
"Wanting to save up some water?" he jokes, eyes staying on your face respectfully as you inch towards him closer, hand holding his hip as you brush against him and reach for his scented shower gel.
"Uhm, you know, since I'm paying half of the rent now." you joke back, knowing you're nowhere paying half of the actual rent because Jungkook wouldn't allow it. Since this apartment is his and he's paying the mortgage monthly, you settled on paying the same amount you've paid for your old apartment.
It's the only solution the both of you agreed to, so you're fine with it. You have to be.
Squirting some of his shower gel into your palm, Jungkook offers to put it back into its place as you hand it to him and start washing yourself. And god, he is so distracted by you groping your breasts gently as you wash them, nipples perked up the whole time.
And then your eyes flicker to him, finding him watching you while the water drips down his buffed chest and abs, giving him a mere smirk before your hands are on your stomach. You're such a minx, Jungkook thinks because there is no way you've no idea what you're doing. You're so bold and turn into another version of you whenever the slightest amount of alcohol is involved and he is here for it. You're temptation, one that is so close to him and so freaking tempting.
So he plays the game, hands washing his own body and brushing against his firm abs, enjoying how you're watching him attentively, letting your eyes drop to his length. Even in its flaccid state, you can't help but feel your mouth water, up from his trail of hair and the soft patch of pubic hair to his complimenting length between his legs. He looks like a god, with water dripping down his body and hair slicked back, and you fight the urge to give him any more clue how much you want him. Not with your eyes though.
Turning around, you feel his eyes on your backside and as you look across your shoulder for perhaps the tenth time for the past few minutes, you find him already eyeing your ass. The way he looks at you sparks so much fire inside of you, it compliments you and instead of getting insecure about your body, you feel like the most confident woman on earth. Maybe it's the horniness and a little bit of alcohol as well, but you just know Jungkook has it in his eyes.
"Can you wash my back? I can't reach it," you ask him sweetly, both of you knowing it's such a lie and just your attempt of making him suffer even more.
"Of course you can't," Jungkook hums, amusement more than clear in his voice and if you turned around, you'd see it's on his face as well. But he takes the bait, accepting your attempt of making him touch you with open arms because not even two seconds later, you feel his hands on your back.
And he is so close, hand around your waist that tugs you closer to him and towards the stream of the water. At first, his hands are on your shoulders, massaging your tensed muscles as you sigh in content, enjoying how his hands feel like. Jungkook is sneaky, nowhere staying on your back and shoulders only because soon enough, he's cupping your breasts and squeezing them in his big palms, thumbs brushing over your nipples.
Gasping, you lean against him and your own hand shoots behind you, somehow meeting Jungkook's backside as you squeeze the soft but perky flesh. His hands are everywhere, moving down your stomach and even to your sides where it tickles which causes you to giggle, but it only lasts shortly because it's soon exchanged with a loud gasp of Jungkook's name.
The man behind you cups your sex, rubbing his fingers and finding it sleek between your thighs as he hums behind you. Your fingernails dig into the flesh of his asscheek, hips rolling into his hand shamelessly.
"Please," you beg, shamelessly again, "Jungkook."
"You want my fingers?" he asks with a soft but husky hum, lips against your temple as you nod eagerly.
"Yes, please, anything." Your breathless plea resounds between the shower walls, urging Jungkook to make a move with you giving him all the consent he needs.
Fuck, you swear you see starts once he finally slips one of his long fingers inside your cunt, taming your undying need for him just a little bit. He feels how tight and warm you are inside, almost forgetting how it feels and with each slow drag he makes with his finger, you let out a soft moan. Soon enough, you're beginning for more, wanting to be stretched out more because it is just not enough. And your pleas are enough for Jungkook to listen to you, adding another finger as he fingers you while the water keeps dripping down your heated bodies.
Your own hands sneaking between them, cupping his hardening cock, feeling another pinch of pleasure from just a single touch of his manhood.
"Washing, huh? Was this your plan all along?" he asks, suddenly hand cupping your jaw, turning your head towards him as you're met with his dark and hooded eyes causing your insides to shake with excitement, lust and another wave of pleasure.
"Not really, but it works." you breathe out, eyes falling onto his lips and he does the same.
The non-verbal plea unsaid between you two before your lips meet in a rushed and heated kiss, teeth clacking and tongues shamelessly in each other's mouth. Even after months of not touching you, Jungkook seems to know your body even better than yourself, in the midst of your making out he adds a third finger that makes you gasp, giving him a great opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth once again. He pumps his fingers, feeling your walls clench around him while your own hand starts pumping his length. The two of you pleasuring each other, until you have to pull away for an oxygen and you take that opportunity to touch Jungkook's chest and slightly push him to gain his attention.
"Take me to bed, Jungkook,"
You both know what that means and there could be many words exchanged, although he turns off the water and the two of you rush out of the shower. Jungkook hands you the towel, drying himself off messily the same way you do before you're already on your tiptoes kissing him. Arms wrapped around your waist, he backs you into the counter as he kisses you back, your whimpers heard between the kisses as his hands eagerly grab your ass.
Moving on, you're startled once Jungkook suddenly grabs you by your thighs and picks you up as if you weigh nothing, a soft yelp leaving your lips before his mouth is back on yours. Arms around his neck, he walks into his bedroom with you in his hold, lips messily kissing each other as he tries not to bump into anything on his way there. Naked, skin pressed against skin, you feel the slight cold whoosh of air hitting your bodies but Jungkook's warmth and fire flowing inside you make it almost unnoticeable.
The first moment as your back softly and slowly hits the mattress, you pry your eyes open and watch Jungkook hovering over you, seconds away from joining you as he holds himself up and starts kissing down your neck. His experienced and soft mouth leaves wet trails of kisses all over your chest, smooching your warm and in some places still damp skin. As soon as his mouth rounds around your nipple, you know you're done for and Jungkook proves it right because as soon as he sucks on your sensitive bud, his name leaves your mouth like an anthem. While Jungkook busies himself with your breasts, moving to another in a minute to give it proper attention and devoted time, your hands are all over his massive and strong back.
Whenever your fingernails put a slight pressure on his skin, you feel him groan against your breasts and hand sneaking between your thighs to rub you again. It's like whatever you do to make him good, Jungkook makes sure he does twice the amount to make you feel good. Head in the clouds, the pleas of having his fingers inside of you are almost unnoticed by you and you swear you're ready to confess the biggest love to him because he actually listens to you, and a second later his two fingers slide into you again. Surely, you're in a pure ecstasy that is so intertwined with lust and pleasure, you'd tell him anything. You've never craved for any man touch like you crave for Jungkook and you know it's because he knows you and your body exceptionally well.
Sure, in the middle of what is actually happening right now, you're aware that the man who is currently fingering you and sucking your breasts, is your best friend. And all the man you had sex with, a proper sex with, were your boyfriends and it does feel different. To have a sex with someone you're not in relationship with and weirdly enough, you don't care about none of it and maybe you feel even bigger excitement and lust. You're letting lust control you and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels too good.
Jungkook is too good.
And with him cherishing your body and giving you an incredible amount of pleasure, none of it matters at the moment and you don't even think about it.
"Ah, shit, yeah, right there." you moan out breathlessly, eyes thrown back when Jungkook's fingers brush against that good spot.
He curls his fingers inside you, body still hovering over you as you force yourself to look at him and enjoy the view in front of you. Bottom lip between his teeth and eyes focused on his hand, you almost burst, surrendering yourself to the pleasure. Grabbing Jungkook's shoulders, you squeeze them and give them a little tug to catch his attention and with a soft call (or more like a moan) you get it, his eyes flickering to yours.
"I want you, fuck me Jungkook."
Jungkook swears his dick twitches at your innocent tone but such a dirty request at the same time. Still, he searches your face and brows slightly pinched together in a slight uncertainty.
"Are you sure?" he asks, fingers sliding out of you causing you to clench around nothing and almost whimper in disappointment.
"Do I seem unsure?" you answer sassily, showing your mere annoyance which causes him to chuckle as he suddenly straightens himself.
Shamelessly ranking down his chest and stopping at his hard dick, you bite your lip and cock your head forward to usher him. He chuckles amusingly before he reaches towards his nightstand and just that already makes you too greedy and excited.
The sight of a foil package in Jungkook's hands, you're brought back to all those times you've had that opportunity to see this exact view, and you're too close to bring your own hand between your thighs but you know you'd never done such a good job like Jungkook. He rips it open, pulling out the condom as you watch him through the entire process of putting it on and down his thick hardened length.
You feel more wetness gush from you, most likely staining Jungkook's fresh sheets and it reminds you how messy sex actually is. He gives himself a few testing tugs, eyes focused on his own hand and cock before they flicker to yours. He knocks the breath off you. His hair wet from shower falling into his eyes, causing him to bring the other hand to brush his fingers through his raven black hair to push it back. Abs and muscles flexing with each movement he makes, while his dark lusted eyes stare right back at you.
"How do you want it?"
Ignoring the way your pussy clenches at those words, you stretch yourself slightly causing Jungkook's eyes to fall down your body for a moment.
"However you want me," you breathe out, "Just fuck me."
"On your knees, ass up," Jungkook commands right away, excitement shooting through your entire body as you catch the happy shriek that wants to get out.
Turning on your stomach, you barely get on your knees as you feel Jungkook's arm under you, wrapped around your stomach as he hoists you up, other hand pressing against your back and adding a slight pressure. It causes your forehead to press against the soft sheets and mattress, ass perched up for Jungkook's eyes to see.
His hand and fingers are back on your pussy, rubbing it slowly and spreading more wetness. "So swollen," he murmurs behind you, causing you to clench embarrassingly as a soft chuckle resounds behind you.
"You want me to stretch you more?" he asks, still entering you with three fingers while expecting your answer.
And he gets it, at first in the form of a shake of your head. "No, fuck me, please."
"You sure?" he asks, tone turning dubious for a second.
Despite your neediness, he still adds a fourth finger that makes you groan at the stretch, voice muffled thanks to the mattress. "Yeah, sure." you gasp, causing him to laugh a little behind you.
"I don't know, babe," he teases you, "Are you sure you can take me?"
Even in your current state, you can't help but scoff at him. "I've had sex after and before you, Jeon."
With one movement, his fingers are gone and before you can whine, the impact of his hand against the ass cuts you off and you gasp at the sudden slap.
"Don't get smart on me," he scoffs back, "As much as I wanna fuck you, I don't wanna hurt you."
You turn around your head slightly, enough to catch a slight glimpse of Jungkook's face. "Just go slow, it should be fine."
"As you wish," Jungkook mumbles, giving your ass a decent slap.
The tip of his cock grazes over your pussy, poking your clit causing you to whimper needily Jungkook's name. The first second when his tip slowly enters you, your mouth falls open and you swear you're ready to cum right here and there. But Jungkook decides to tease you, or at least that's what you think, when he enters you and pulls out before another inch can make it inside.
"Jungkook," you pout, moving your ass towards Jungkook but all you're met is another slap to your right asscheek.
"Be patient," He has the audacity to scold you and understandably, your annoyance starts to come to the surface. "You haven't been properly fucked, have you?"
"What?" you breathe out, heart picking up its pace because he has hit the nail in the head with this one. And you've no idea what gave it away, maybe he just deduces it by the obvious neediness you're exposing right now.
"Come on, just look at you," he chuckles amusingly, tip entering you again as he pushes his length into you.
Gasping, you grip the sheets and hold them tightly in your hands, feeling your hole stretch around him and the pressure isn't the most comfortable feeling, but you're more than eager to take him. However, Jungkook doesn't push in fully and if you could turn around, you'd see his cock is barely inside you.
"You're so needy, like a little slut," he says huskily, suddenly leaning towards you that you feel his chest brush against your back before his mouth hovers over your cheek. You realize he's checking for your reaction and you're automatically remembered the only and the first time he has called you that. Slut.
He made sure you were okay with that the morning after and the simple thought of that makes your heart swell at his thoughtfulness. And again, being degraded isn't your thing because you're proud and want to appear self-confident. It's the exact opposite of what being degraded feels like. But somehow, weirdly enough, the fact that Jungkook says it the way he does and in the middle of sex, you don't mind how degradating that is. You love it because it's safe to say, you're slut only for him.
"Yes, for you," you whisper, gasping when Jungkook enters you with another inch, your mouth falling open right away at the sensual feeling of being stretched.
"Not for anyone else?" he hums, your mind somewhere else to be fully grasping what he's asking you but somehow you manage, nodding right away.
"No," you choke out, wanting to feel no one else but Jungkook.
He pulls out, not fully just enough to let his tip in as he starts sliding back in, this time even deeper than before.
"Good," he whispers into your ear, straightening as he grabs your hips and starts pushing all of him in. "You good? It doesn't hurt?" he asks, voice slightly strained as he fights off the urge to thrust into you.
"No, just go slow." you tell him, not hearing any response from him but if you could see him, you'd notice him giving a soft nod as he obeys and tries to go slowly.
He's careful with each inch, your soft gasps lead him to continue until he's fully buried inside you. Your walls are burning, not used to the sudden stretch because it's been a while. Having sex and even more than a while having Jungkook inside you. And you can't believe this is finally happening, excitement and eagerness coming right back as you wiggle your ass, silently telling Jungkook to move and he does. He listens to you and his own body, thrusting in and out slowly and carefully.
Thanks to your wetness, you're lubricated enough to take him and find it just as enjoyable as he does. His hands grip you even tighter, hips moving faster when you beg him to and even though you're not screaming your lungs out, your soft moans and whimpers and occasional Jungkook's name being moaned out, it coaxes Jungkook to move faster and deeper. He's so hard inside you, hitting your spot deliciously.
The evident sounds skin on skin echoes in your ears and around Jungkook's bedroom and he takes no mercy on you, fucking you just like you plea him to in your ecstatic state. He feels good, too good to be true and you feel yourself clenching around him even more tightly, almost whining that you're already ready to cum.
You can't hold it back any further, cursing loudly as the tight knot in your stomach frees and you're cumming around him.
"Fuck," Jungkook curses behind you, feeling you clenching around him repeatedly – therefore getting even more tighter to the point it's getting harder for him to move. "Fuck baby, you gotta relax,"
And you do because if one thing can relax you and getting you all feral during sex, it's being called baby by him.
"You okay with--"
"Keep going," you cut him off, Jungkook momentarily pausing as he grabs your ass and pushes your asscheeks apart, getting a good view of your pussy swallowing him.
And it's enough for him to listen to you all over again, ramming his hips into you causing his balls to hit your swollen clit which makes your head spin and gives another wave of pleasure to your tired body that is still recovering from your first orgasm.
"You're gonna give me another one, huh?" Jungkook asks through clenched teeth, fingers digging into your hips so tightly that they might bruise later but the extra added pain adds just the right amount to your already existing pleasure and to the tingle between your legs.
"Kook," That's all you manage to say, not being able to properly give him an answer because your already swollen and sensitive heat is close to the second orgasm.
"Shit," Jungkook curses, head tilted back and eyes screwed shut because as soon as he feels your second orgasm, he feels his balls tightening and he knows he's just seconds from cumming too.
You're groaning and so is he, in his own little and silent way, and once your own body aches from the position and two mind-blowing orgasms, you're whimpering from overstimulation because you're not sure if you can take another, in this case, third orgasm.
"I know, I know," Jungkook grunts, right before a growl makes its way out of his mouth and he's finally cumming, chasing his own high.
He fills up the condom, thrusts slowing down until they halt. Your rushed and loud breaths can be heard in the room, echoing through the walls as Jungkook slowly pats your ass before slowly pulling out. You cringe at the feeling but miss him inside you right away, the empty feeling making you pout. But as soon as Jungkook's cock is out of you, your whole body fails you and you fall onto your back, met with the ceiling.
"Fuck," you tell for the hundreth time today, hand on your forehead as you're trying to catch a breath.
Jungkook grins, slowly backing away as he disposes himself off the condom, carefully trying not to spill anything out. You're so spaced out that you barely acknowledge him leaving the room for a moment, grabbing one of his used towels as he cleans himself before he joins you.
"Well, we didn't take long," he chuckles, "to have sex, I mean."
You almost jump when you feel a cloth being pressed against your swollen sex, Jungkook's sparkly dark eyes watching you amusingly as he cleans you.
"That was the best sex I had in a while," you comment, still blunt and mind completely blown by the orgasm, no orgams, that Jungkook has gifted you with.
"Thanks,"
Looking at Jungkook, you find him grinning, body lazily and exhaustedly falling next to you as you just as lazily slap him on the chest.
"You're so cocky," you comment, biting onto your lower lip and still drowning in your post-orgasm state. Hell, your thighs ache so much already and you're sure your back is starting to hurt too, but it was definitely worth it.
"Uhm," he hums, not disagreeing with you as he suddenly throws his arm around you and cuddles into your chest. He pecks your breasts which causes you to squeal and laugh at the same time, his hair tickling you on your neck.
"And clingy too apparently."
The little slap he gives to your breast almost knocks the breath out of you, your mouth shut completely. It's not too hard to the point it hurts, in fact you've barely felt it but enough to acknowledge and understand his response to you.
"You wore me out, woman," Jungkook chuckles, closing his eyes and you lay there for a moment, bodies still hot to feel cold. And surprisingly, it's very warm in Jungkook's bedroom which stinks of sex and it only reminds you the two of you smell of it as well.
However, both lazy and practically unable to move, you don't even mind that you're just laying there completely naked. Plus, Jungkook's body next to you warms you well enough for now.
"You should go pee," he mumbles sleepily all of a sudden, reminding you as you whine childishly causing him to chuckle. He lays there for a moment before he suddenly plops onto his elbows and gives you a stern look. "Come on, don't be lazy now."
"You wore me out, man," you joke, the two of you laughing as Jungkook tries to hoist you up while you childishly protest.
"We should probably take another shower," he reminds you, which causes you to whine even more but you know he's right. You don't necessarily stink of sweat but the scent of sex and the wetness between your thighs isn't something you want to go to bed with – to sleep of course.
"Fine," you grumble, "Can I sleep in this bed though?" you pout cutely and how could Jungkook resist. Plus, it's not like he wasn't planning to offer you his bed.
"Sure, I'll take the couch." he says, standing up as he walks up to his dresser and pulls out some fresh clothes which he drapes over his shoulder, still fully naked when he gives you a stern look.
"You don't have to do that," you tell him, stretching some more before you force yourself to stand up. "We can just share the bed, I mean you we just had a sex, so... and besides, we usually share the bed."
"Yeah, but you're living here now... so I wasn't sure if that wouldn't be crossing--"
"It's not, I'm cool with it," you assure him, "Are you?"
"Yeah, I am," he assures you back and you shrug effortlessly at him to prove the point, brushing past him but not before he slaps your ass again.
Glaring at him but deep down loving it, you're met with a mischievous bunny grin as you make your way to the bathroom, warning Jungkook to let you pee in peace because that man is capable of anything.
"You sneaked in while I was taking a shower!" he calls after you, an amused tone vibrating in his voice as you giggle.
"That's different!" you call back, finally shutting the door.
"Different how?!"
You don't answer, although the only thing Jungkook can hear are your giggles which causes him to shake his head at you while a soft smile makes it on his lips.
Thursday comes fast, despite the extra hours you had to spend at work, and living with Jungkook for almost a week seems to pass even faster. It does feel weird from time to time but at the same time, you've grown used to the routine and the feeling of having a roommate.
The morning after you had sex, Jungkook left you a note and actually prepared a breakfast for you which was covered with a cloche. He really put a number on you, letting you deal with proper muscle pain but despite that, the two of you worked completely fine and things haven't been weird.
Living with Jungkook is different from the times where you used to just sleepover at his place, whatever the reason was behind it. And that's because Jungkook's week is even busier than yours. He barely wakes up at the same time like you do, by the time your alarm starts blasting in your ears, Jungkook's side of the bed is cold and he's already out. He comes home late, exhausted but still finds the time to go to the local gym to have his work-out, whining like a baby when he misses one day.
Still, there are nights when you catch a movie together until one of you falls asleep, and wakes up the other before you both scurry to the bedroom. At least, your bed is in Jungkook's office at the moment, the second room he uses to work on his photos or play games on a computer. However, the bed is disassembled and no matter how many times you've told Jungkook you'll just call someone to put it together, he insists he'll do it. But with his busy schedule, the pieces of wood are leaned against the wall with a few boxes of yours in the office.
Seriously, you've no idea how he'll make it work but you lost the interest to argue with him again. Or more like bicker. Jungkook is stubborn and persistent, so are you, but you're happy to even have a place to sleep at so you usually just wave him off which he seems to like.
It's very rare for you to be just quiet and not argue back, so he feels like he has the upper hand.
Overall, you realize you've been stressing out over this whole living thing together. So far, it's not bad at all (not that you thought it'll be bad), it was more about your guilt which to be honest you still have. Jungkook's office is soon going to be turned into your room slash his remaining office. Sometimes he works on his computer late at night, sometimes until early morning and there it is, that feeling of guilt of taking up all of his space.
Kook: when are you coming home? I'm not sure if I should cook something for dinner or order
Your phone chirps with a new notification, a message from Jungkook as you sit in your car.
"Idk, I'm actually going out with Maya... she texted me during the day, she wants to celebrate their engagement"
You wait for his reply which comes a minute after. He has to be home early. Surprisingly, when you were waking up for work today Jungkook was still in bed soundlessly asleep. So you've made yourself breakfast and left something for him too, since whoever wakes up first usually makes breakfast for both of you. It's not something you've discussed purposely, it was just a pure want to reciprocate his kindness of relieving you of having to spend extra minutes making yourself breakfast. Plus, you think it's his way of making sure you will eat proper food in the morning, knowing your ways of barely putting anything in your stomach in the early hours.
"But whatever you decide make sure you leave me some leftovers ;)"
"I'm not sure if we'll eat something while we're out, I think she just wants to drink to celebrate"
When the last time you and Maya hung out, the time when she announced her engagement to you, she was talking about some kind of massive celebration in a club which to be honest, you weren't a complete fan of because you have enough of those with Taehyung. However, you weren't about to decline her since she seemed to be excited about it and she just got engaged. Plus, she's your friend, a new friend at that, so you just went with it.
But you're both busy with work and it's hard to align your schedules. She actually wanted to meet during the weekend but since there's a party at your work on Friday, you're not sure how many other parties you'll be able to do. You'd really like to spend the weekend at home, Jungkook's home, preferably cuddling to a blanket on his soft and huge couch and using the advantage of his massive television screen – and all the technical things the man has because he clearly loves it and owns some of the best stuff.
You should be enjoying it, right? Since you're paying the rent.
You almost laugh at your thoughts, staring at the bubbles that appear on the screen, letting you know Jungkook is typing a response.
Kook: sure, have fun ;) just don't get too drunk
"It's Thursday, you seriously think I'm gonna get drunk during the week? >.<"
Kook: anything is possible when it comes to you
"I'm gonna think of it as a compliment"
Kook: not what I had in mind but sure, suit yourself
"I can't even drink alcohol because I'm driving, I think we'll just toast with champagne and stick to non alcoholic drinks for the rest of the night"
Surely not what Maya had in mind at first, but what can you do. You've got to work with what you have.
Kook: oh that's right
Kook: btw, thanks for the breakfast ;)
"returning the favor ;P"
"I'll text you when I'm coming back, gotta drive now"
Kook: okay, drive safely
You stop yourself from texting that one thing you'd usually do, biting into the inside of your cheek as you open the streaming app instead and turn on some music. Heart slightly cracking, you quickly drive out of the parking lot before you can feel bad and sad all over again.
Jungkook is doing okay, you tell yourself and focus on the driving instead.
"How's living with Jungkook?"
Maya doesn't waste her time, dropping the question she has been curious about ever since you ordered the mentioned glass of champagne. Giving her a knowing look, you set the glass down after taking a decent sip.
"Good?" you tell her unsurely, "I can't complain, Jungkook is great."
"Uhm, I'm sure he is," she giggles, met with your raised brow and pursed lips. "Namjoon told me apparently you've been indecisive about living with him at first." she says more calmly, finally stopping to give you a look that seems as if she knew something you don't know. She's just teasing when it comes to Jungkook, definitely not the first person to do that.
"And how does Namjoon know about that?" you hum, plopping your elbow onto the table as you place your chin on your palm, eyes expectedly watching her.
"Jungkook told him when they went out the other day," She waves her hand, "It was before you moved in, actually." she adds and you nod.
So you explain to her your feelings and thoughts about it, while she nods the whole time along your words attentively listening to you until you end it that you're happy about your decision because overall, it's the best option you had.
It feels easy to talk about it to another person, to someone that is not involved in it as much as perhaps Jimin and Taehyung are. Not that you mind that, not at all! In a way, you think Maya is more blunt with you than one of your friends would be, even though they're awfully honest they still care about your feelings a lot. Maya does too but still, she's your new friend and a woman, seeing things slightly differently.
Overall, she agrees with everything anyone has said to you so far and she's just another factor that makes you think; It's not that serious or deep, just enjoy it and let him help you.
The place she has chosen for you to meet feels comfortable and intimate at the same time, thanks to the dim lighting. It's more on the posh side which surprises you, especially some of the prices for a simple drink but luckily, you both stick to non-alcohol drinks for the rest of the night since both of you have to drive back home. You've never been in this place and like Maya reveals, she has been coming here with Namjoon for date nights when they're not particularly aiming for the dinner date.
Somehow, the conversation about two lovebirds that are about to be married, actually very soon since Maya says they're already planning it and want to get married this year, brings you to your own love life. You don't feel uncomfortable talking about it, not even when you bring Haneul and the coincidence of you meeting at the same club, not leaving the fact Jungkook already punched him.
"Jungkook is something else, I swear," Maya giggles, obviously getting excited at the thought of Jungkook punching your ex-boyfriend for you. "But I think he had done the right thing, you said Haneul was coming on to you and even though you were confused about it, he should have asked you before being intrusive."
"I'm glad Jungkook had stepped in," you admit, "I don't know what I'd have done if he wasn't there."
That catches Maya's attention even more, catching onto the hidden meaning behind what you've just said.
"Do you think you'd be able to sleep with him?"
"Who?" you blurt out, eyes wide as soon as that leaves your mouth and Maya's look just the same as she gives you a glance with a grin.
"Haneul, of course," she responds, "Wait, did you think about Jungkook?"
"What? No!" you protest right away, shrinking into the stool you're sitting on but it's too late.
Realization crosses on Maya's face and she gasps, "Were you so... heated," She tries to find the right word. "Because of Jungkook?"
"No?" you murmur, looking away but it's too pointless to deny it. Maya is a smart woman, and apparently she reads you easily but it's your fault for not being able to lie and deny the obvious.
"Girl, I don't blame you," she says, pursing her lips and doing a hand gesture as she leans back.
You clear your throat, almost choking on your spit.
"What? Jungkook is obviously hot and sorry to mention this, but you guys have a history,"
You know she's aiming at the fact that you and Jungkook hooked up which she knows because of what happened on the trip on New Year.
"Come on, it makes sense and there's nothing wrong with that. You can't control how hot somebody is and when that somebody looks like Jungkook at that, it makes you want to jump his bones."
"Maya!" you scold her, looking around to make sure nobody heard her but luckily, the tables are quite far away from one another.
"It's true!" she laughs, definitely not scandalized by what she has just said out loud. You can't blame her, she is right. "You're both single, so you fucked and what? You're both young and are getting along perfectly."
She's one of a kind for sure.
Her words do bring some sort of comfort to you. Your friendship with Jungkook is too precious to you and she makes it sound so easy, which currently feels like since your friendship remains unaffected.
"You're smart people, have sex and fun!" she suggests, almost exclaims and apparently, you do some kind of face, brows shooting up as you nod awkwardly, and it doesn't take too long for Maya to gasp loudly, almost knocking down the stool with her. "No way!"
"Maya--"
"What the fuck," Her lips spread into the widest smile, the one where she shows her perfect teeth and her big plump lips stretch. "You guys are hooking up again, aren't you?"
Guilty and busted, you don't answer but there is no need to because it's more than obvious.
"We just--got in the moment after what happened at the club and we--we didn't have sex that night!" you quickly point out, "After I woke up the next morning, Jungkook was actually very cool about it and he..." you stop, shaking your head embarrassingly as Maya nods, already getting the idea of what must've happened. "And then we haven't seen each other because we were busy but as I moved in, the first night--"
"Oh my god!" she squeals, "You guys did it the first night you moved in? You beasts!"
"Maya!" you shush her, not being able to hold back a giggle as she joins you. "It's not like we're having sex every day. We haven't had it since that night." you shrug.
"So? You can still have it whenever you both want," she shrugs, "Y/N," she calls out your name and once you look up at her, you find her giving you a genuine and relaxed smile. "I want you to know that I'm in no way shaming you. You're not doing anything bad, you're allowed to have fun and like I said, you and Jungkook are smart people. You wouldn't do this if you weren't sure about it."
You smile back at her, giving her a slight nod. "Yes, I think you're right," Her smile widens. "But... could you please perhaps keep it to yourself?" you ask unsurely, knowing there's a high chance she would tell Namjoon.
They're dating, no, engaged for god's sake! You and Jungkook tell yourselves things you swear you won't tell anyone else. You can't imagine they're not doing it too.
"I won't tell anyone," she assures you, "Not even Namjoon, I promise."
Namjoon is not the biggest problem, it's just a very intimate thing and you definitely don't want the whole friend group to know your and Jungkook's business.
You talk for another hour or so, luckily changing the topic to their wedding as Maya shows you some of the pictures she saved for inspiration. Meanwhile, she asks you if you'd accompany her to her wedding dress shopping which you gladly accept. The date is unknown yet but you're more than happy to be a part of such an incredible part of her life.
Coming home later than you'd expect, you're met with lights turned off and the faint sounds of television being turned on as you close the front door. Shrugging the blazer off along with your shoes, you walk to the living room to find Jungkook slouched on the couch, his legs resting on the coffee table as he watches some action movie.
"You're back?" he asks, voice slightly tired as he fumbles his eyes and straightens.
You greet him, grinning as you join him and plop on the space next to him. "Uhm," you tell him, tiredly throwing your leg over him and cuddling up to him.
He chuckles at you, "How was it?"
"Nice," you mumble into his chest, welcomed by the floral scent of him. "Maya asked me to help her pick the wedding dress for her." And she might know about you and me, but you don't tell him that.
You feel like eventually you will but for now, it's not that important information.
"Really?" Jungkook asks, voice quiet and light. "Have you eaten something? I ordered from that Italian restaurant we tried before, I got you the tomato sauce ones you like. It's probably cold by now, so just heat it up."
"God, I love you," you whine dramatically causing him to laugh as his chest vibrates. "We had some appetizers but no actual dinner."
"Then go eat," he ushers you, gently slapping your ass a few times as you groan at him.
Lifting your head up, you look at Jungkook whose face is illuminated by the television screen, the shadows constantly changing by each scene that plays on it. He glances at you, the corner of his lips lifted up and you fight off the urge to kiss him, your growling stomach interrupting you. So you stand up, wanting to cuddle up to him while he preferably rubs your back because you're tired as hell and never can say no to a good back rubbing
"Hey," Jungkook calls out once you're turned back to him and you look at him across your shoulder. "Is there any dress code for tomorrow night?"
Ah, the party Jungkook is invited to. "Nothing specific, just wear something elegant and nice but nothing fancy." you shrug and he gives you a thumbs up.
You still have your stomach to satisfy, being reminded of the party tomorrow once again. Luckily, all of you are working less hours, having enough time to get prepared while the party will be held in a local place which business men usually hire for this kind of occasion.
You're falling asleep with a stomach full, freshly out of the shower and Jungkook sleeping on the other side of the bed. The comfortable silence and soft bed lulls you to sleep in a record time.
Being reminded by Junho not to be late at every opportunity had to take almost all of your remaining energy, causing the rest of the staff to complain silently behind his back. Luckily for some of them, not everyone is required to be there but since you deal with other model agencies, making sure everything goes smoothly and on time, communicating with people, your presence there is mandatory. Not officially though, but you've no plans of having to deal with grumpy and mad Junho if you decided not to attend at the last minute.
Dragging your feet towards the front door, you're immediately welcomed by the pleasant scent of Jungkook's home as you enter. After undressing and taking off your shoes, you find Jungkook in the bedroom, greeted briefly by him as he stares with a frown at his bed where some of his shirts and button-ups are displayed.
"What do you think?" he asks as you put down your purse and plop onto bed, causing some of his shirts to get slightly crinkled as Jungkook scolds you.
Ignoring him, you plop onto your elbows and look at the clothes. "Literally whatever," you shrug, "Everything looks nice."
Rolling his eyes, obviously not finding you being any help he mutters something under his breath. Not wanting to waste any more time, although laying in the bed after an exhausting day despite you leaving early is too strong, you force yourself to stand up.
The shower is quick and so is your ability to take off your make-up, just to do it again. You're busy and so is Jungkook apparently, both of you doing your own thing while you prepare for the evening, so when you actually bump into him after finally making it out of the shower – your breath is taken away.
Completely ignoring the fact that you stand there in your underwear, forgetting your outfit which is hanging in Jungkook's closet, you're speechless as Jungkook wears his usual black slacks with blue striped shirt where his sleeves are rolled up, exposing more of his tattoos. The buttons are not buttoned all the way up, exposing a good amount of chest but not too much for it to be scandalized. Whether he wants to leave it like that or button more of it, he looks handsome as ever.
"Tie or no tie?" he asks, turning around to face you, his eyes momentarily dropping down your body.
You're heated under his gaze, but somehow remain unaffected in terms of Jungkook seeing you like this a few times by now.
"No tie," you answer, walking to his closet and pulling out your baby pink slacks with a matching blazer and a white blouse that has been ironed thoroughly by you. "What do you think?" you ask, showing him the outfit that is hanging on a hanger, although he can't exactly see it clearly.
Turning around, you catch him shamelessly letting his eyes linger on your exposed ass and as he meets your gaze, he has the decency to quirk up his lips in a light smirk.
Playfully rolling your eyes at him, you look at the outfit. "At first I was going to wear a dress but I feel like I wear them every time I attend these kinds of parties and events," you tell him, thinking out loud at the same time.
It looks more formal and different than your usual choice of outfit, but you like it.
"I'm sure you'll look great," Jungkook tells you, waving you off, "But tell me about that lingerie. Is it new?"
"Jungkook!" you exclaim, laughing as he shrugs the same shameless style. Ignoring him, you turn with your back to him, looking for any possible creases before you still have the time to iron it in case it's not completely ironed.
Completely oblivious to Jungkook's approaching figure, you get startled when he gently grabs you by your hips and presses his face into the crook of your neck, tickling you with his hair as you scold him. His touch sets another blazing fire through your entire body, shooting straight between your thighs and it takes everything from you to not press them together.
"What are you saying, a quickie?"
Is he serious right now? You have to get prepared, you like to be on time and not rush yourself when you don't have to. Besides, you'd like to grab a bite of something before you leave. Surely, there will be food but you're there for business, not for stuffing your face with food.
"You're unbelievable," you tell him, scoffing but gasping when he delivers a soft smooch on your neck, hands playing with the hem of your thong. Not the most comfortable underwear, but they make no lines with the slacks you want to wear which is very convenient right now.
What is not convenient to have sex when you're supposed to be there in an hour.
"So? What are you saying?" Jungkook hums, hands still lingering on your burning skin that is scented with his shower gel because you still haven't bought your own. Although, he respectfully doesn't move them any further but enough to tease you and almost cause you to meowl under his touch.
"I just did my make-up," you complain, not moving an inch despite your mouth saying something else. Jungkook notices, lips curling into a silent smirk.
"So? I won't touch your face,"
You snort, knowing it has nothing to do with him touching your face. Sex with Jungkook is messy and hell of a ride, there's no way you'll look presentable enough after that.
"We're already dressed," you try to argue, "There's no time for sex."
"I can be quick," he offers, "Come on, gorgeous. Just bend over for me,"
"Fuck, Jungkook," you breathe out, another wave of heat rushing through you. "Don't say things like that."
"What exactly?" he smiles.
"All of it," you tell him, turning around as you press your hands against his chest, cursing how hard and warm it feels beneath them. "Did the sight of my underwear turn you on?" you tease, trying to somehow get through this without you actually having sex.
Not that you don't want to. You do. So fucking much, but there's just no time for it.
"The sight of you," Jungkook says, inching closer while you start to back away, met with his lips spreading into a grin while he eyes you like a prey. "And maybe your lingerie too, you look hot."
And then he sneaks his hand to your backside, grabbing onto the soft flesh of your asscheek once he's pressed against you, your whole body against the dresser while the edge is digging into your lower back.
"We can have sex when we come home," you offer, breath hitching as Jungkook's another hand does the same thing to your other cheek, spreading them apart as you feel the thin stripe of your thong rubbing against your sex. "We don't have time for another shower."
"I'm gonna be quick, we'll barely break a sweat."
And you're ready to argue, tell him that you'll probably smell like sex and you're about to meet business, important people and you can't walk around smelling like that. But Jungkook pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, eyes tingling with lust and mischief almost as if he knew you're losing this and fuck, he looks so hot your walls contract around nothing and the thought of his dick inside of you wants you to shiver.
"Quick, alright," you tell him, voice already strained as Jungkook nods with a grin and quickly backs away to grab the condom from his nightstand. His lips curl into a frown for a moment when it's the last one, the empty box of condoms tossed onto the nightstand near his lamp.
He joins you in no time, standing in his previous position as he starts unzipping his slacks, exposing the white boxers with a tent growing in them. You don't bother to take off the poor excuse of an underwear, the thong barely doing any job to hide your cunt and they give Jungkook great access.
"No foreplay though," you tell him, his eyes flickering to you as his head is held low to focus on his task of pulling down his boxers.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, there's no time for that. You said quick." you quote him. He knows he did, but there's an unsure frown decorating his pink pouty lips.
"It's gonna burn like hell," he warns you, but you already know all of that.
Your wetness is already too close to drip down your legs and before you can tell Jungkook not to worry about that, even mentioning you should be wet enough, he leaves your side for another moment as he pulls out the lube from where he keeps the condoms.
The moment Jungkook is back and fishes his cock out, you salivate at the angry red tip and veins poking underneath the skin. It's safe to say you're baffled whether to get on your knees and please him instead, although you don't want to be robbed of your own orgasm and of the feeling of his cock stretching your walls.
The sight of Jungkook putting on the condom down his length is never boring, always captivating that makes your thirst for him even worse. He squirts a good amount of lube down his standing and hard cock, the faint scent of strawberries hitting your nose.
"You sure you don't want my fingers at least?" Jungkook asks, throwing you an unsure glance as he suddenly grabs you by your thighs, hoisting you up on his dresser.
Gasping, you look around wondering if the piece of furniture will be able to hold you. It looks like it will and Jungkook spreading your legs catches your attention once again, hands squeezing your flesh to get the response out of you.
"No, just stick it in," you tell him honestly, grinning when you see the amused look on his face. "Fuck me, but you better be quick, I'm not kidding--ah--fuck,"
He doesn't play around, pushing your thong aside and replacing it with the tip of his cock, slowly pushing the head inside that makes you gasp and stop you in the midst of you talking. One hand holding onto his shoulder while the other grips the edge of the dresser, Jungkook starts pushing his entire cock inside you. He's not totally quick, still making sure he doesn't hurt you in the process.
You grunt, throwing your head back at the uncomfortable pressure his cock is causing, yet some of it feels arousing and thanks to the lube, he's entering you smoother and easier even without any preparation. His hand goes between your thighs, thumb circling your clit which automatically makes you relax and he slides in even easier, burying himself inside you to the halt.
"You good?" he asks, voice breathy as you nod eagerly, telling him to get on with it (literally).
And he does.
When he said he's going to be quick, he definitely didn't lie and although the first rounds of his thrusts are a little bit more careful, still quicker than usual, he picks up the pace with each thrust. You can barely take it, his thumb stimulating you while he hits your walls perfectly, angling his hips and cock so it brushes the great spot you've never known you had until Jungkook.
Explicit sounds of wetness and your skin thrusting against each other, you're thankful for Jungkook's body pressed against you and arms holding you by your thighs, making sure you don't slip off.
"Fuck, cunt so good," Jungkook grunts, your walls tightening around him which doesn't go unnoticed by him and causes him to groan. "You like that? You like when I talk about your cunt, huh?"
"Fuck," you curse, hand slipping off Jungkook's shoulder as you let it drop down his chest.
"How good it is, how warm and tight it feels?"
Shit, his dirty mouth is seriously going to be the death of you.
"You like the dirty talk?" he almost teases you, his thrusts and hips not faltering, not even for a second as he's knocking the breath out of you while the furniture shakes from the violent thrusts your bodies make.
Your orgasm is approaching quickly, you're not sure what prompted it to come so fast, whether it's his thrusts or dirty words spitting out of his mouth or both, it doesn't matter. But the enjoyment of reaching the end is quickly cut off from you as Jungkook stops, leaning face towards you as his lips brush against your cheekbone.
"Don't worry, I already knew that."
And he continues, ramming into you and acting upon his carnal desire. It's only a matter of seconds before you moan Jungkook's name in the short form, sounding almost too cute for Jungkook's liking because he's there fucking you and you call him that sweet nickname you've been calling him for years now. The knot snaps inside of you, wetness gushing out of you while Jungkook keeps fucking you, hard and quickly like he promised, grunting at the feeling of your walls clenching him repeatedly.
The thumb off your clit, he spreads your thighs even further apart and sets ruthless pace, rushing towards his own orgasm and with his balls tightening, he knows it's coming because a few more thrusts and he's finally coming, spurting and spilling all of his cum into the pink condom.
"Ah, shit," he curses silently, grunting, giving you a few slowed thrusts to ride through his orgasm.
And then he lets out the most pleased sigh, your fingers clutching the back of his head as he leans against your shoulder to take a few breaths. Your bodies heave with rushed breaths, slowly calming down from your post-ograsmic state.
"Was that quick enough?" he asks, tilting his head to look at you and you snort, a genuine giggle erupts from you before you playfully push him away.
"Shut up and help me get down," you tell him through a smile, Jungkook coming to the rescue as he does exactly what you ask of him.
On wobbly feet, you clutch onto him while ignoring the smug grin he has on his face. "Do I smell of sex?"
You suddenly ask, a heartful laugh resounding from Jungkook at your worries and the fact how serious you sound. "You don't," he tells you, leaning towards you to take a sniff to prove his point as he dramatically holds his head high and hums.
"I told you you'll barely break a sweat." he adds with a triumphal grin, moving to bin the condom.
He did say that. You might not reek of sex and sweat, but Jungkook's cologne is stuck on your skin and even after you dress up, and put your own fragrance on, somewhere in the distance you can still feel him on you.
But who said you mind that?
++
The place Junho chose looks amazing, indeed. It's huge with staff welcoming you and offering you champagne, which Jungkook accepts and hands you one of the glasses. Thanking him, you look around already recognizing some of the people you work with but there are also people from different departments. Junho definitely went all out to impress the future partners and you see him jumping between other groups of people, smiling all widely which is already a very rare sight to see.
Five minutes in and you're trying to hide your amused smile behind the glass of champagne, but it's not your fault though. It's what Yoongi's unimpressed and bored look does to you. Most of you probably feel the same way, or you for sure, you're just good at hiding it and not showing it in front of others like he does.
"This place looks posh," you comment, Jungkook humming next to you as he sips on the champagne, not wanting to drink tonight since he's driving you back home. You offered to pay for the cab but he declined, saying he doesn't mind driving.
You and him stand behind one of those small tall circle tables, looking around with no need to interact with others just yet. Surely, Junho will notice you and make you mingle through the crowd, making your presence useful. And that's why it's a blow to your ego once he spots you and Jungkook, excusing himself to an older couple before he makes his way to your direction, only for him to snatch Jungkook.
Jungkook throws you a look across his shoulder, both in amusement and silent question if you're okay, you roll your eyes and that's all it takes for him to grin as he lets Junho lead him away. Standing there alone, you spot Benjamin talking to one of, what you assume, future partners. Slowly enjoying the frizzy and sweet taste of the pink champagne, you watch him and notice how professional, yet sweet he looks. His soft brown eyes shine as he's saying something, hands hidden in his grey slacks, as he shoots a handsome grin to the man.
He is handsome and is definitely a rare sight in Seoul. As he told you on his first days working in the company, his mom is French while his dad is Korean. They moved here when he was six and ever since then, he lives here as well while he visits France and his other side of the family at least twice a year. You can see it – he has that french charm going on.
His sandy hair is parted in the middle, swiped back with a gel that makes him look more elegant. Not that you care about office's gossips, but you already heard some of your female co-workers gush about him. It's not like you blame them, he is handsome but is he someone you'd go for? You're not sure. He seems like a sweet guy and his obvious attention that he gives you should flatter you. To some extent, it does. You're just not ready for any relationship right now and you're not sure if dating someone you get to work with every day would be a great decision.
"A few more minutes and I'd think you like him too,"
Eyes rolling automatically, you're not surprised by the sudden presence of the devil himself as he joins and gives you a Cheshire cat smile. "Who cares what you think," you tell him dryly, taking a big gulp of your champagne because suddenly, sipping doesn't sound like an option.
"Careful, you'll insult me," he jokes, and you don't give him that pleasure of reacting to his stupid jabs. "You brought your boyfriend with you?"
"For the millionth time, he is not my boyfriend," you tell him through clenched teeth, not even sparing him a look. "Go away, you're ruining my night."
"You're so mean," Yoongi says and as you take a glance at him, you see him faking a pout which makes you snort. "This party's boring. I should've fake being sick or something."
You laugh, shaking your head at him. "We both know Junho would not let you live for it," you remind him, "I've thought about it too." you murmur, both of you looking at each other before you snort at the same time.
Soon enough, Benjamin comes your way with the older man in a suit, flashing you a toothy grin.
"Hey, Mr. Huang wanted to say hi," Benjamin chirps, the older man smiles although there is some kind of intimidating aura around him.
"Oh, you're one of the Chinese partners, right?" you ask, quickly taking his head as you slightly bow in greeting which he seems to be appreciative about. "It's lovely to meet you!"
He shakes Yoongi's hand, a quiet greeting leaving his lips as the man confirms your assumptions. The conversation doesn't end there and the four of you stand in a circle while Mr. Huang talks about his company and business. Surprisingly, none of it is boring and you find yourself to be intrigued in this conversation. Somewhere in the middle, when Yoongi talks to him and seems to be slightly more relaxed (which means he doesn't look as if he's actually dying here), your and Benjamin's eyes meet and he smiles at you.
"Hey," he mouths and you smile, greeting him back. "You look beautiful tonight."
You feel the familiar warm feeling in your chest whenever somebody compliments you, so you politely thank him and there's no time to be exchanging more words, Mr. Huang is far more important because soon, you find out he's a big name in China.
After a couple of minutes, he parts from you with Benjamin as well, which most likely means he's been told to accompany him through the evening by Junho. You and Yoongi are soon swapped by another group, although this time your co-workers as they start to gush around all the business partners.
In a conversation you particularly take no interest in, you scan the room around you and find Jungkook almost immediately, standing on the other side of the room. It's not that hard to spot him in his striped shirt, recognizing those thighs and butt almost immediately. You allow yourself to watch him, not finding anything more interesting at the moment.
You're not surprised to see some of the women glancing his way, whispering something to each other and not even the presence of a model next to him doesn't surprise you. She's almost as tall as Jungkook with the heels she's wearing, her long and exposed tan legs on full display. Her mouth is moving which indicates she's talking while the rest of the people watch and listen to her, Jungkook nodding along before he opens his mouth and starts talking again.
++
The memories of him and you before you came here pop in your mind, causing you to dryly gulp and you hate to admit how it smooths your soul to know you're the one he fucked today, not the model or any other woman. It's hard to stay confident with a woman next to him looking like that, deep down you know how pathetic it is. It slightly irritates you how easy it would be for him to get any woman he points at.
Sometime, a little bit after Jungkook stops talking and listens to Junho again, he shifts his gaze and looks around, just right to the side where you are standing. Your eyes meet, and you grin as he sends you a toothy grin back, a heat spreading in your stomach and shamefully enough, between your thighs as well. You have to look away, feeling the heat crawling at the back of your neck and luckily, your name is being called by Lauren, one of the assistants working under you.
Jungkook turns around to pay a full attention to the conversation, bowing politely whenever Junho praises his work for the hundredth time in the past twenty minutes.
"... like I said, I'd love to work with you on this next project Mr. Jeon," Junho chirps, looking straight at Jungkook as everyone quietens down. "I know you've got your own business going on, but we as a company would be more than thrilled to work with you again."
He can't lie, the money Junho is offering sounds good and Jungkook can make some free time for this, since it's in two months. He is usually booked for the whole year but he surely can think of something. Also Junho is aware of your friendship, and despite this deal having nothing to do with you, Jungkook also wants to take it for you. He heard you saying he's acting like a prick sometimes, it surely can get useful if Jungkook accepts this job. He hopes this way, Junho will go easier on you.
Although, he's not sure if men and bosses like him are like that.
"It sounds appealing, Mr. Gwan," Jungkook smiles, "I will take it, we can discuss further details later. If you're okay with that, of course."
"That sounds wonderful!" Junho doesn't hide his happiness of snatching Jungkook as his photographer for the next project. "We will need one more photographer, though."
It makes sense, there is a lot of work and the main job will go to Jungkook, but there has to be another photographer to do other small jobs like taking polaroids, helping with taking more photos and so on.
"If you don't mind, I know someone that might help," Jungkook offers and Junho attentively listens, nodding right away. It seems like he trusts Jungkook's judgement, the conversation lasting for another half an hour.
++
It's not as bad here as you thought it would be. That's your current thought as you sip on your third glass, the pistachio flavor on your tongue thanks to the macaroon you've tasted just a minute ago.
Of course, your sudden change of opinion could be thanks to the champagne but still, there's boredom starting to annoy you. You would still rather be wrapped in a blanket with no make-up and watching whatever shit show they're playing on the television right now.
A hand brushes against your lower back, a familiar cologne hitting your nose as another presence joins you. "You good? You're having fun?"
Glancing at Jungkook, you don't fight off the soft smile that appears on your lips which he reciprocates right away, reaching for one of the grilled toasts since you're standing next to the food table. "Fuck, I'm so hungry." he mutters and bites into the toast while you grin.
"Can't say I'm having the best time of my life but yeah, it's not that bad," you admit, shaking your head when Jungkook offers you a bite from his toast. "What about you? You sure are busy tonight." you joke, seeing him nod as he swallows his bite.
"Junho offered me a job, I think that's why he wanted me here," Jungkook informs you, your eyes widening in surprise and interest which takes all of him to continue. "It's just one project but he's offering good money."
"So you took it?" you ask interestedly, scooting away from the table as Jungkook takes one of the plates.
"Yeah," he says with a full mouth, clearing his throat as if he just noticed where he is. It causes you to giggle as you grab a napkin for him, which he takes from you with a silenced 'thanks'.
You don't ask anything further, letting him eat in peace as you tell him about your evening so far, mentioning you've met Mr. Huang which Jungkook responds he has met him too, he's one of the main partners for the project he's going to work on. Among all of that, Jungkook also mentions the model which you could've seen standing next to him and apparently, she'll be the main star on it.
Ignoring the sour taste in your mouth and on your face, you stay silent and listen to Jungkook instead as he finishes his toast, and tells you more about people he has met so far. To be honest, Jungkook looks in his element and you don't get that much opportunity to see him in a situation like this. Yes, he's always been cool and extroverted whenever he hung out with someone, but being in this businessy state is quite something new. You can't say you hate it.
He's hot, and you're more than sure you'll be asked by at least one woman about him, judging by the eyes on you.
Jungkook may be attracting the most women audience here, but also one pair of eyes is set on you and once you wave at the man Jungkook remembers, even though it takes him a moment to realize, you look at him in a question.
"Is that the guy who stared at us before?"
You snort at his bluntless, replaying the moment when Jungkook came to pick you up and was thrown off by the sudden stare coming from Benjamin.
"Yeah, that's Benjamin." you answer, glancing at him again and he's not looking at you currently, however he keeps glancing your direction here and there.
"What's with the stare down?" Jungkook frowns in confusion, putting down the empty plate as he wipes his mouth clean, throwing the napkin to the bin. "Do you have a crush on him or something?"
You snort, looking amusingly at Jungkook. "It's the other way around, Mr. Jeon."
"Wait--he has a crush on you?" Jungkook sounds surprised.
"Well, don't sound so surprised. I am not that bad looking and I am completely worthy of being someone's crush." you joke, wiggling your brows at him as he lifts the corner of his lips in an amused chuckle.
"That's not what I meant," he shakes his head, "You just never mentioned him. Is he giving you a hard time?"
You laugh, patting Jungkook's chest while you adjust his shirt a little. "There was no reason to," you tell him, sliding your hands down his chest before you let go of him. "And no, he's just obviously into me and I am trying to politely show him that I am not interested."
"Just tell him," Jungkook shrugs, "You're so blunt and straight-forward, why don't you just tell him?"
"Well, because he has never told me he likes me that way. I think it's obvious but I can't just call him out on it. Besides, he's a nice guy and I don't want to hurt him by saying something so blunt right away, especially when he didn't give me a reason for it," you explain, seeing Jungkook frowning in thought as he looks away from you and shifts his gaze on Benjamin.
Noticing it, you elbow him in his abs which barely does anything since you're met with a set of hard muscles. "Don't just stare at him!" you harshly whisper, met with Jungkook's amused look. "You look intimidating and you're making it more than obvious we are talking about him." you scold him, amusing Jungkook even more as he lets out a laugh.
"Okay, Ms. Professional," he teases you, causing you to annoyingly purse your lips at him.
"Mr. Jeon, can you come here please for a second?" Junho calls Jungkook, your annoyance clearly showing because Jungkook laughs at your expression, thanks to Jungkook's body that is hiding you from Junho's sharp eyes.
"You gonna be okay?" Jungkook asks, checking on you as you playfully roll your eyes and push him from you.
"Just go, Mr. Jeon,"
Jungkook shoots you a wink, your skin burning at the single reaction as he walks away as if nothing happened. In a desperate need to fan yourself, you settle on drinking instead as you scurry away from the curious women's eyes. Unlike them, they don't hide the grin and swoon Jungkook has made them feel.
++
Most of the night is spent with your best friend slash fuck buddy, being ripped away from you at every opportunity – whether it's Jungkook's presence wanted or yours. You can't say you're disappointed because you know this party is mainly about business, Junho's invitation for Jungkook more than clear now, but still, you enjoy every little minute you get to spend next to Jungkook who is kind enough to come and check on you whenever he can.
You're not going to lie, you do enjoy his close proximity and whenever he brushes past you, and you blame it all on him. One look at him and you keep yourself from salivating, and maybe you should blame the amount of champagne glasses you've drunk. You're not drunk though, god no, you can't possibly get drunk on a work related thing, whether it's a party or something else. You just feel a familiar heat relaxing your body and from time to time, you find yourself getting drowsy and distracted which the alcohol is the real cause for.
"I don't think I've ever thanked you enough," Benjamin says, a trail of thoughts interrupted by his soft but yet manly voice, a guilt burning in your chest for not listening to him for a moment.
Turning your gaze back to him, you offer him a confused smile. You've been standing and talking together for a while now. He mostly updated you about Mr. Huang and confirmed your assumptions about Junho telling Benjamin to accompany the important man. The conversation hasn't been uncomfortable, not at all, quite on the contrary. At least he's been keeping you company, something you're very grateful about.
"Thanked me?" you ask, smiling and frowning in confusion as Benjamin chuckles, glancing down at his glass before he looks back at you and nods.
"I was so nervous to be working here and you've made me feel welcomed from the very beginning,"
Your heart warms up at his thoughtful words, knowing how hard it is to be changing jobs and be in a new team. Remembering Benjamin's nervous and very polite attitude, it's hard to forget how nervous he really seemed to be but a good thing is, he's skilled. He also speaks French which definitely adds a lot of points on his CV, and you had the opportunity to hear him speak the foreign language while he was talking on the phone with clients.
Somebody might say he's a male character coming straight from a romantic movie.
Back to the first Benjamin's days of working here, you do remember assuring him that he'll do a great job and whatever needed to be explained, you made sure to explain it to him or at least tell someone to do it. And he's very smart, understood everything from the first explanation and there hasn't been any problem with him. Junho also seems to be very pleased by taking him in, that says enough in your opinion.
"I guess I wanted to thank you for that."
"Ah, you don't need to thank me," you assure him, touching his forearm softly but you pry your hands off as soon as he looks down at the touch. "You really are welcome,"
You give him a smile and he looks back at you, offering you the same smile while you feel his eyes linger on you a little bit too long, which wouldn't be a bother, if it weren't for the look in them.
"So, tell me more... have you grown accustomed to Junho and his work ethic?"
That makes him snap out of his daze as he chuckles, seeing your own grin when he seems to understand exactly what you are talking about. It doesn't take a genius to figure out Junho and his wild personality. He's a pain in the ass but isn't that bad of a boss. He still could've been worse, that's what you mostly tell yourself when the man pisses you off.
"Yeah, his work ethic is something else," he says with a grin, getting a genuine laugh from you. "I actually don't find him bad, well he is peculiar but--"
"Hey, I'm back," A chest brushes against your back, soon followed with a hand lingering on your lower back before Jungkook stands next to you, his arm brushing against your side. "Sorry, did I interrupt something?"
Glancing at Jungkook, you find him already staring at Benjamin who has a look of confusion crossed on his face, until he glances between you and him, eyes scanning Jungkook's whole figure. You tense, not liking the way he eyes Jungkook and there's no chance Jungkook himself doesn't notice it, but he seems collected and staring right back at him.
Shifting on your heels, you clear your throat and give Jungkook a crooked smile. "No, not at all," you tell him, "This is my new co-worker Benjamin. This is Jungkook."
Leaving out the fact that Jungkook knows who he is by now.
Benjamin forces a polite smile on his full lips, "I haven't seen you around, do you work here?"
A little perplexed by the lack of a proper introduction by Benjamin himself, you quickly shake yourself out of it. It's the tone he low-key settles that makes you a little bit anxious, because whatever the Alpha stare-down the two men have, it never ends up nicely.
"I don't," Jungkook answers curtly, giving him a smile that almost screams fake, and you hope Benjamin can't tell because you can't deal with any of this. "I came with Y/N."
Benjamin mimics Jungkook's fake smile, your heart picking up the pace by the sudden tension even though the conversation isn't too forward. It's the one and visibly stare-down the two of them have.
"Ah, yes," Benjamin exclaims in thought, "You're her friend. Yoongi told me,"
At the mention of the evil man, you tense even more and curse him whenever he is right now. Of course, he is somehow involved in this. Even if he told him the truth, you still don't trust Yoongi and his intentions. Since Benjamin knows about Jungkook and who he is to you, it means he probably asked Yoongi. And the idiot knows Benjamin has his eyes for you, he's very well aware that you're not interested. The news doesn't surprise you, yet it irritates you to the core.
"I didn't know we could've brought friends." Benjamin says, this time completely aimed at you as he solely stares at you, a look you've grown used to visible on his face as you give him a crooked smile, an uncomfortable shift that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook who simply watches the interaction.
"Actually, I'm her boyfriend,"
Catching yourself from choking on your spit, you stare at Jungkook with wide eyes but he doesn't even spare you a glance, eyeing Benjamin who seems to be just as surprised to hear him.
"Boyfriend?" he breathes out, "I didn't know you had a--"
"Yeah, well it's very new, not many people know." you cut him off, offering him a slight smile while you ignore the guilt by the lie. To go with your lie, you scoot closer to Jungkook and look up at him, finding him already staring back at you and you know he's fighting off to smirk right in front of Benjamin.
He eyes you as if you and Jungkook have grown another two heads, his lips slightly twitching as he's trying not to show his displeasure by the news. But of course, nothing is easy when someone particular is around.
"Didn't you tell me just a few hours ago that he isn't your boyfriend?"
Another voice chirps in and if looks could kill, Yoongi would've been dead right away. He looks pleased as he joins you, everyone's eyes on you as you narrow your eyes at the only person you want to attack at the moment.
Yoongi's words spark a hope in Benjamin's eyes, and his attention is solely back on you as you give him a nervous chuckle.
"I don't have to confess to you, Yoongi. Why would I tell you about my personal life?" you challenge Yoongi, raising your brow at him. To be honest, you're quite nervous to tell him something because Yoongi seems like the perfect definition of a snake. You're scared what next comes out of his mouth.
"Why would you lie about such a simple question?" he chirps back, your hands itching to wrap them around his neck but you feel Jungkook's hand on your hip, rubbing you slightly through the fabric.
Thankfully, Benjamin is being called by one of your co-workers and he excuses himself, a perplexed expression on his face as he murmurs his excuse.
"Why the hell would you do that?" you exclaim right away, once Benjamin is out of ear shot.
What drives you completely nuts it's the way Yoongi effortlessly shrugs, not minding he's ruining everything and poking his nose into something that is none of his business.
"Why would you lie to him? Just tell him straight away you don't like him that way, don't lie to him."
Those words coming from Yoongi out of people actually makes you embarrassed, because you know you'd just go along with Jungkook's lie who came to save your ass once he sensed your discomfort.
Before you can open your mouth, not even sure what you want to say other than tell him to fuck off, Jungkook is already one step ahead of you.
"What's it to you?" Jungkook's voice booms out, his features frowned in a hardened scowl.
Jungkook succeeds at getting a reaction from Yoongi, and that is a scowl that clouds his usual nonchalant or amused features.
"I'm bored," he shrugs and you almost scoff out loud at this man. "And besides, she lied."
"And you should mind your business." Jungkook offers but with an edge to his tone that makes you tense, but you're too shocked to even move an inch.
"So should you," Yoongi almost sings out, pursing his lips as you gasp at his rude response while Jungkook frowns.
"You came out of nowhere and said you're bored." Jungkook points out through clenched teeth, still trying to grasp what Yoongi's intentions are while he continues to be unbothered as he looks around for a moment.
"Because I am."
"What are you? A child?" Jungkook scoffs, Yoongi's head turning towards your best friend as he frowns at him. But Jungkook doesn't stop. "Go to the playground then," he snaps and Yoongi opens his mouth, a dead glare set on his eyes as you quickly jump between the two men.
"Okay, stop it you two," you warn them through clenched teeth, "This is ridiculous,"
You look at them but stop on Yoongi, searching face as he simply just stares back at you. His face is expressionless like most of the time and it's hard to read what he thinks. Not an ounce of any emotion which only makes you let out a sigh, both in exhaustion and disappointment. He's sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and you hope he's at least aware of the look of disappointment, not even anger, you give him.
Jungkook's name falls past your lips as you gently tug onto his arm, finding him glaring the hell out of Yoongi, seeming to be just as irritated. However, Yoongi solely stares at you before he looks away for whatever reason, not giving Jungkook and you any attention. Jungkook doesn't move, almost as if he didn't hear you but you know he has and judging by the deadly look, he doesn't want Yoongi to get away with this.
"Jungkook," you warn him, tugging him harder and he finally lets you lead him away from Yoongi, but not before he sends him one last glare.
Luckily, the party is slowly ending as people are leaving and one final round of bidding goodbye to some of the partners and Junho, you're out of the place. What shocks you is the way Jungkook stays quiet for the rest of the ride, jaw clenched and so far, he looks even more mad at Yoongi than you are.
So you sit back, enjoying the leather soft seats his car offers because that's enough drama for tonight.
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so this morning, while scrolling through my fb feed, i came across an nyt opinion/advice piece from a 27yo (ie basically me lmao) who is obviously lucky, in a sense, to finally land their “dream job using my (their) skills” etc. like obvs i can’t read it bc of the stupid “you get one free article a month if you either don’t have an account or subscription” (my one free article was used up reading an article about adult adhd like last week)….. thing that nyt does.
but anyway. back on topic lol. the crux of the article in both the headline and the quote snippet was that the advice asker was really dissatisfied with the 40 hour work week that came with her “dream job”. with how having this 40hr workweek gave her no time to do her busy chores like house cleaning or laundry or didn’t even give her time to let her have her hobbies/creative pursuits (whatever they were/are).
however, in the comments on the article (and apparently from those who read the article on the comments, the advice/opinion column writer) a good bunch of like gen Xer’s and baby boomers (im assuming) were ganging up on the asker like “suck it up princess, it’s what life is!!! i work 70+ hours a week and LOVE IT and have just resigned myself to the fact that i have NO time left over to do my “chores”! learn to O U T S O U R C E these life admin tasks to someone else!!! everyone MUST LEARN this in america!!! it makes life so much easier ☺️” and such.
of course, there were plenty of the same bs comments that you see on anything about careers or home ownership towards millennials/gen Z’ers about “learn to go WITHOUT and save save save and squander your time so that you NEVER live and HAVE FUN or TIME FOR HOBBIES! my bet is that your parents did that and they survived just fine while also raising your ungrateful spiteful ass (not including any type of health issues they might have picked up from such long hours/shitty working conditions) so why can’t you just L E A R N to do the same you precious spoilt brat!!! because the reality of Real Life™️ is that you can’t have it both ways!!! then you’ll have early retirement guaranteed, hopefully!!! and know that hobbies really are time wasters most of the time ☺️ or at least they were for me!!! and your precious so-called “creative pursuits” most definitely are time wasters. no one needs THOSE.” and so on so forth.
they also had jibes for her bc the asker wanted to start a family at some point apparently… and apparently it’s “much worse” once you have kids. like. thanks geraldine and henry. you’ve just told us how much you’ve resented having your kids/family in one fell swoop. your opinion which you’ve framed as unhelpful, condescending advice is now voided.
like. i don’t know how rhonda or paul or deandra or philip could miss the point so fucking entirely. why the fuck should anyone- nay everyone (bc that’s what they make it sound like)- learn to outsource their busy chores like laundry/house cleaning/grocery shopping or god knows what else- to someone else???? why is that apparently a standard expected to be learnt in the US???
like why the fuck are you so desperate for people not to have free time to do these things (unless of course they live in some of those shitty nyc or other big city apartment blocks that don’t come with individual private laundries in the self-contained flats or a communal laundry on like the bottom floor or w/e for example) frank????
deidre why the hell are you so bitterly hankering about “be grateful that you have it easier than most and learn that hobbies mean jackshit and just sell your soul and time to your boss!!! when will the generation stopping being “me me me!!!” and “work life balance!” and think about the company’s bottom line!! learn that “work life balance” is never important! work like a slave for 50 years and see if your valuable experience is needed then! that’s when you’ll learn that those hours where you were never being lazy, instead of just expecting life to be handed to you, will have paid off!” or whatever other ridiculously toxic capitalist bullshit they were spitting out.
obviously there were FAR MORE people actually supporting the question asker and echoing the idea that the 40hr workweek is now redundant. they were also putting down the opinion/advice piece writer’s advice to the asker….. that was apparently similar to the all the bitter people on the comments saying that the 27yo was just “asking for too much” and had to “learn to suck it up instead of being a petulant and overly selfish dick!!” etc etc etc. we all know the spiel as thoroughly as the macarena now.
because whats so fucking wrong with wanting time to yourself and wanting time to do your busy chores??? why the fuck should i be outsourcing these to other people (unless of course you’re still living at home and your parents are still like “hey what clothes do you need washed i’m doing a load rn” or you have a partner that works from home or has some type of parental leave etc)???? i want to do my own laundry. i want to do my own gardening (ok lawn mowing or tree lopping (if needed) i’d actually outsource bc i can’t lift or push lawn mowers bc they’re heavy af for me or and i obvs can’t use a chainsaw)… but i want to do my own grocery shopping. i want to do my own cooking (although i would consider the meal kit services once i had job that allowed me to afford like $50 a month for one of those meal kits sub services) i want to do my own cleaning.
why, if i lived in the US and not australia, am i just expected to learn to outsource all of these tasks even if i don’t have the money for it??? like why the actual fuck are so many of you so fucking weirdly proud of being absolutely worked into the fucking ground for your “great country” (although this is actually bleeding through to australia too and i hate it); working like literally close to 100 hours a week???
because i wasn’t aware you had to be whatever the fuck his name is from 127 hours and cut your fucking limbs off just to fucking survive a job in either corporate america or just let alone any goddamned job in america….. all so they can supposedly “learn to like working for free and devaluing your worth even more to your employer through overworking yourself and always being available!!! mental health is for those who aren’t built for the Real Adult World™️!!! this person is a prime example of the younger generations being weak and dissatisfied with life so often because of their “oh poor little me!!! care for me!!” act. NO ONE CARES FOR YOU today. stop being so over-expectant/demanding and juvenile!!! only YOU care yourself and you should NEVER expect someone else to pick you up from YOUR bootstraps!!! you’re fucking whiny and conceited babies. the lot of you!!!”
because i honestly don’t know who the fuck would enjoy working 70+ hours week with no time to themselves to do what they enjoy doing…. or enjoy having zilch time to catch up on errands and life admin duties or just general house chores; especially if you’ve moved cities or an entire fucking state/s away from your family and support network. let alone doing the same thing on 40 hours a week.
and on top of everything, let’s not even get started on the time spent commuting to and from work or even commuting for life errands/tasks etc etc- especially if you’re like me and you’re nowhere near the capital city’s centre (ie sydney australia for me) for there to be reliable enough public transport and longer commute times to certain places in those cities (that i’ve bitched about plenty before on other posts on here about work/jobs).
get your head out of your asses warren and viola et al and realise that work life balance is literally NOT ASKING FOR MUCH and is asking employers to just have basic respect for their employees time if they work fulltime. it’s literally detrimental to ones health if they have to sacrifice what feels like (or what is literally like) their entire fucking existence to their employer just for meagre pay and just to fucking survive.
because i read a heart-breaking article last night from huffpost (posted by buzzfeed on fb) about a woman in the US who literally hid her having a second baby from her employer for an entire fucking year (literally the entire pregnancy and birth of the baby and the first 6 months post pushing the baby out) during the pandemic all because she was scared she would get demoted or lose her leading of a project and lose her bs “temp” job which had really turned into full time work although the employer never said anything about it being actually full time hours or whatever…. and plus the lady herself was apparently to scared to ask to be put on the books fulltime too for some weird reason.
like honestly. fuck capitalism. fuck thinking that “work life balance is just too hard for employers to add and regulate. it’s an excuse and ploy for workers to be unprofessional, unproductive and lazy!” or whatever the fuck. everyone deserves time to themselves to pursue their interests/hobbies and busy chores/life admin. no one deserves to waste their entire life working 70+ work weeks for those employers who literally have no respect for their employees personal lives and time.
and particularly during the time that is the pandemic as we’ve seen so many companies having to learn to wholeheartedly embrace working from home and more flexible schedules for their workers. worklife balance is absolutely fucking beneficial for everyone involved.
america fix your bullshit work ethic right now lmao.
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Here’s a hot take for you
TERFs are just the Lefty Woke version of Nazis.
Both in the sense that they’re a bunch of vile, bigoted monstrous cultists created for the express purpose of bringing harm to marginalized identities, and also because they’re the perfect scapegoat for Authoritarians to deflect all criticism towards in the “Everyone I don’t like is an X” fashion.
The more bullshit I read from privileged zoomers and naïve college kids from Blue State inner cities about how “Saying Queer is a slur is TERF rhetoric!”, the more convinced I am that “TERF” is undergoing the exact same metamorphosis into a Wolf-Crying boogyman as Nazism/Fascism has, especially in the last 5 years.
People have been complaining about the term TERF being thrown around haphazardly where it doesn’t apply the exact same way lefty nutters claim everyone to the right of Mao is a Nazi and that there’s no possible reason anyone would ever vote Republican or Third party besides Muh Fash even if you’ve been constantly burned and scorned by the Democratic party, it’s pretty obvious to me that it’s going to become a majorly popular past time to accuse people of being TERFs based on fucking nothing except “How dare you not agree with me on this topic.”
And anyone with half a brain knows the TERFs are going to take advantage of it, just like the Nazis can, have and WILL CONTINUE to take advantage of Cancel Culture and the constant crusade of slander and ostracization encouraged by clout-chasing dipshits. Some people legitimately do not want to be called Queer. No matter how much academic pretentious garbage you spew at them, it’s not going to change the fact that many parts of America and the world over use the term as an insult, a slur, and a hurtful label to demean, belittle and oppress those who are not in the majority group. No amount of “But it’s ~Reclaimed~!” talk is going to fucking erase all the hurt that people feel or make them buy into your rhetoric, especially not when you outright harass and abuse them and try to bully them into accepting it.
If it’s true that the TERFs have outright started saying that Queer is a slur, that’s not a confirmation that you were right this whole time, no. It means that you morons have been repeating this cultish line of thinking so often that the TERFs have caught wind of it, and they’re gonna use it to recruit the people you’ve hurt into their ranks, just like the Nazis seduced the poor disenfranchised Germans of Post-WWI Germany and the disillusioned American lower classes today.
I fucking GUARENTEE you that’s how they got J.K. Rowling on top of manipulating her based on some pre-existing trauma, they convinced her that the reaction to her woke contributions to post-completion Harry Potter weren’t the result of her being incredibly tonedeaf, they told her it was some ridiculous conspiracy about how [Insert slur for trans people here] hated her for being a cis woman and were ungrateful in the face of trying to appease to them. The same way that Nazis point to BLM and Antifa and claim that their conspiracies about “White Genocide” were true and it’s what causes people to believe them when they say “Anti-racism means Anti-White.”
And I can’t figure out whether if it’ll be easier or harder to push back against TERFs as a result. Because on the one hand everyone knows what a Nazi is, what they did, and why they’re awful (or at least they used to before the Left apparently just decided to resort to constant Godwinning out of sore loserdom), whereas nobody outside of Discourse circles knows what TERF stands for. It’s not Mainstream enough. And furthermore the only thing that distinguishes TERFs from regular RadFems is that they believe everything RadFems do but they’re also Transphobic, and everyone who’s looked at tumblr and twitter for more than five minutes knows that Self-proclaimed Feminists are more than happy to file off the “TE” and keep the “RF.”
But on the other hand TERFs are even less subtle than Nazis and probably easier to spot as a result of them not having the same gigantic backlash that the Nazis did post-WWII that forever ingrained them as the ultimate evil of western civilization in our public consciousness. Nazis have had a long time to hone the craft of dogwhistles and the art of grooming potential recruits by way of acting welcoming and accepting of the downtrodden and rejected and then hooking them with their bullshit about how DA JOOZ control the world the way cults do. Whereas TERFs make no effort whatsoever to hide what they’re about with how obsessed they are with how much they slobber over Vaginas and related parts of Cis female anatomy, their constant usage of slurs, their shaming of bi women, their constant fawning over and attempting to seduce lesbians, and even outright calling themselves TERFs to the point of putting it in their usernames. They’re more honest about it.
Either way I’m not looking forward to what the rest of the 2020′s brings. 2010 was horrible enough with constant politicization, I’m not seeing improvement anywhere in sight.
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Pov Doodle compiles all her rambles from discord about the vellumentals into a singular post (it's, evidently, looooonng-)
General
-AIGHT SO. I've been thinking about making human designs for em, but at the same time I already like their animal designs, so I decided to just make them shape shifting gods so I can do whatever I want.
-Then I thought to myself: hmm maybe these guys are deities that don't actually have a solid form and instead are just fucking Energy taking an organic physical form of whatever tf they want bc they're gods.
-Then that led to my big brain thought that: Mario didn't ACTUALLY kill fucking gods, rather he simply destroyed their physical form bc their spirits or whatever are Immortal. So, as thanks for releasing their physical origami asses from Olly, they gave him the Bibliofold before returning back to heaven or whatever as their spirit forms-
-They're just Spirits that can't die so fuck you mario you didn't actually kill them-
-In a way, he kinda SAVED them by putting them down and being forced to live in pain from being folded and fucked up-
-I don't think they're evil OR good, rather, neutral. Their job is to maintain order in the physical world using their elemental abilities. They would never "pick sides" as they just want to keep things in balance and do stuff like. Not end the world-
-They actually don't even WANT to pick sides, they just want everything in balance! In fact, the only time they would even pick a side would be when some serious threat happens that threatens EVERYONE aheem aheem Olly-
-I haven't completely decided on any exact measurements, but they're certainly gonna be titans! As big as they are in game! Although they might be a tad bit smaller than my legion-
-The vellumentals were basically here since the beginning of time and tasked with Creating the world. Idk if there's any other pm lore regarding godly figures but that's gonna be my hc until then. Anyways, when they did this, they Descended from the heavens(?) Wherever them paper gods live up in the clouds, having no form or anything, just being spirit energy shit. They later took a physical form to better fit with the stuff in the paper world, this being those Animals. While they DO have human forms, they rarely use them due to wanting to keep themselves as something. Otherworldly and inhuman. In a majestic, godly kinda way as to show their Dominance over this world and really define themselves to the paper folk.
-Oh yeah. As I mentioned, they RARELY are ever seen as humans, only animal forms bc fuck you that's why.
-They were worshiped heavily in the old paper world, however such worshiping has died down due to the technological developments and people just Not caring as much. Also probably because they went into hiding in their respective locations. Why? Nobody knows. Perhaps because they were disgusted by their creations, but who knows... I sure don't
Hmm. I think that everything inorganic (buildings n shit) were made by the paper folk. Hell, I think the vellumentals straight up went to the paper folk and went "We're your gods. We made you this world to live in. Thank us."
They're like greek gods. They went and saved everyone and immediately expected payment and gratitude (to which the paperfolk did, of course)-
-They're the physical forms of gods that are stuck with a bunch of ungrateful bastards </3
-Oh yeah! Once they Achieved Their Physical forms, they were stuck on that lil paper world until it was destroyed. A small price to pay in order to see your creations and world grow over the course of thousands of years. Alas, it was not meant to last.
-Their bodies, unlike themselves, are mortal and tethered to the earth although show no signs of age and can shift whenever they want-
-They were Especially Close with one particular toad! King Shroomses, known to be the Only paperfolk to ever adorn the power of the vellumentals! Why? Because they saw potential in him to do almost Godly things to help progess with the world-
-They, of course, have these elemental abilities of unimaginable power, however most of this power is for creation, not fighting. They RARELY fight unless amongst each other but that's a different story-. They simply wanted to create their little paper realm.
-But they are MORE than capable of fighting those pesky little paperfolk when need be (ex someone challenges their Authority or tries fucking everyone up.)
-ALSO. How did they create paperfolk? Who knows...their magic and the environment they created seemed to have done the trick of Creating Life-
-They're like greek gods in a way; aint nobody better than them and anyone who claims to be should be punished-
-Also I feel like if anyone even does ever pray or anything to them, chances are they're not gonna respond, not bc they hate them, but bc they just choose to not interfere with the world as to keep the Flow of it-
-Paperfolk probably only really pray n worship and stuff for the sake of showing Gratitude they get to live another day n all- It's a sense of a "I made you and protect you and make sure you live you should thank me"-
-OH YEAH ALSO. How did Olly manage to fold these seemingly overpowered gods? Well, he took them by surprise and used magic they had never fucking seen before. Origami was never their creation- it was man made therefore they never cared for it. Also they were weakened heavily from being in hiding for so long, never seeing a challenger in ages-
-Anyways, as force folded beings, Olly straight up drained them of their magic and weakened them even MORE. Olly then took that magic (in the form of the bibliofolds, which he just fucking ripped away from them) in order to harness this elemental power, something critical in refolding the world.
-They, of course, were in so much fucking pain and confusion from that, especially by being fucking stapled, which prevented them from unfolding-
-Unlike other beings, who when folded are brainwashed and forced to Olly's whims, these guys were GODS although weakened-, so they just went feral, caring for nobody anymore and just straight up killing anyone in their path on sight. Why? Bc it was basically Survival Mode for them. They never experienced anything so horrifying and unreal like this before. So they did the Animal thing of "It's Kill or Be Killed".
-Oh yeah also! They were just in Pain when Mario and Olivia came along, still seeing them as a threat. (Unrelated but bc their powers were stripped from them and went all berserk, of course the world fell out of balance but that doesn't matter rn-) SO, they were eventually Put Down, releasing their Actual Spirits by removing their bodies, now regaining their og godly strength and giving them the bibliofold n stuff that Olly took from them in order to help them stop Olly before departing back to the heavens to regenerate and recooperate. They'll regain their physical forms later.
-This bibliofold magic, of course, was speshul, Olivia could FEEL their spirits from reading it n stuff meaning they were basically on her side-
Also the reason why my legion are most likely gonna be bigger than my vellumentals is because they're not SUPPOSED to be. As in, my legion is not SUPPOSED to exist- NOBODY is supposed to be bigger than the gods themselves! And having these artificial monsters being absolute behemoths is just something so striking and distrubing...They were never supposed to exist! The world was never MADE for them!
-The Stationery Giants are beings that never even existed until now! They're like an invasive species in this paper world! In fact, they're almost like gods in a way. Almost as if they could challenge the vellumentals themselves with their power and size!
-Hmm. I think that, now individually in terms of dynamics, they're all sorta one big friend group? I mean I can see Ice bein the Big Boss of em-
Ice Vellumental
-Ice is gonna be the Big Boss of the crew and is essential a mob boss, but like. more godlike and majestic.
Anyhow, I can see Ice being, coincidentally, all Cold n stoic from everyone else, rather distant and professional n shit
-They, despite being da boss, would rather be alone, finding joy in solitude and curling up in a ball
-They're also quite Strict and To the point. They are also pretty emotionally detached from others
-ALSO, despite being so cold n disconnected, they have a surprisingly high temper, easily angered and frustrated by the others, possibly due to their strict motif or their lack of emotional connection
-But I can imagine they'd be a bit of a sweetheart once you get to know em- Even if they're strict and professional, they really honestly just want what's best for everyone, even if they express it via tough love-
Fire Vellumental
-I see em as being almost the opposite, always jumping around like they're on fire (ha ha very funny.).
-They'd be incredibly energetic and hyper, always wanting to move around and set things ablaze.
They also never stop flying. ever.
-They're also much more Playful and Funloving than Ice, particularly enjoying dancing
-I think Fire might be similar to HP in the sense that yes, they know their fire is dangerous n shit, but not the the horrifying extent that it really is. Like they really enjoy playing around with people by lighting shit on fire-
-Hmm I also feel like Fire would be kinda outgoing? Like they feel like someone who's really confident and has this sorta flare, y'know?
Water Vellumental
-Hmm for Water, I'd say they're pretty fucking Chill-
Like, not like Ice is in the sense their cold, but like, they're very calm and relaxed. Going with the flow if you will-
I imagine they're more on the quite side and tend to just follow along with the others
-Also they'd have an unbelievably high level of tolorance for others being annoying, actively trying to Understand em-
-They're like that chill ass mom friend who just follows along the gang no matter how stupid they are-
Earth Vellumental
-They'd be much more stubborn in a way, not necessarily selfish or anything, but more so someone who has REALLY strong opinions and self advocates a lot-
-They would act as the voice of reason for the gang in a way, often being the one to cast judgement and do the talking
I feel like they'd be kinda nice too? Not like, super passive, but still nice in a visible way-
-Also you could say they're very. Down to Earth and grounded in reality, unlike the others at times-
-They're realistic and reasonable. Also a bit bossy at times, when trying to get their point across, but still-
-Essentially boiled down to:
Earth: Down to earth
Water: Goes with the flow
Fire: Fucking moving around like their fire
Ice: Cool n collected.
And uhh, that's all! Thank you for reading if you did, I appreciate it!
#HELP ME I'M THINKING ABOUT THEM SO MUCH I LOVE THEM-#earth vellumental my favorite btw :o>#this is so long and so incoherent I'm sorry-#i-use-my-words-to-express-myself#vellumentals#fire vellumental#water vellumental#earth vellumental#vellumental#ice vellumental#pmtok#tw religion#tw praying#tw god#tw religious themes#tw death#tw torture#tw caps#tw strong language
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Between Worlds; Chapter Three
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A/N: Here’s chapter three! Please enjoy it!
!!TW!! Swearing, mentions of blood and burns
“By the way, where are we going?”
“I-I don’t know.”
Zuko was laying in his bed, an arm tucked behind his head. He let out a sigh, moving to stare up at the ceiling. Just thinking about the Avatar made his blood boil. Why was she doing this to him? He gripped the bedsheets growling slightly under his breath. Why did thinking of her make him feel weird? Zuko’s heart always started racing when he thought about her. He assumed it was because of the hatred he felt for her, maybe it was. Or maybe, just maybe, he felt other emotions as well. No, it couldn’t be. Especially not for her.
You had been flying all day from the Air Temple. It must’ve been at least six hours, the sun was already setting. “Where are we going?” Sokka whined, glancing over at you as he stretched with Momo laying on his stomach. “Somewhere with water around it.” You answered with a sly smirk playing at your lips. “Haha, very funny, Y/N.” He huffed, glaring at you. You rolled your eyes and glanced down, your eyes landing on a medium-sized island. “I found where we’re going.” You sang happily, guiding Appa to said island.
“Look Sokka! There’s a stream,” You pointed to a small, crystal clear waterfall streaming water into a river-like stream, with plenty of coy. “Go fish for your food.” You stuck your tongue out at him as you spoke with an attitude laced in your voice. Sokka retaliated with the same notion before grabbing his fishing rod, grumbling as he plopped down on the edge of the cool river. You began to help Katara with her things. “Thank you, Y/N.” “No problem, it’s the least I can do after almost...hurting you guys.” You mumbled the last part, remembering yesterday. “It’s okay, Y/N. I understand. Plus, you don’t seem able to control your Avatar state yet.” She sympathized with you, though you were unsure why. The two of you were nothing alike. In fact, you were from entirely different worlds. You sighed and gave her a thankful smile. “Thank you, Katar-”
“Woah!” Sokka screamed, both of you turned your heads to the direction. The boy was hanging on a rope, by his foot. “You three have a lot of explaining to do.” A commanding woman’s voice spoke. About ten or more girls jumped down from the trees and came out of bushes. You took a defensive stance, putting Katara behind you. Then it struck you, these were the Kyoshi Warriors!
Sokka cut himself loose, although he had a blindfold on. He pulled it up and saw the women. “Who are you? Where are the men that ambushed us?” “There were no men. If you don’t answer our questions we are throwing you to the elephant coy.” One of the women spoke while narrowing her eyes at Sokka. “No way we were ambushed by a bunch of girls!” Sokka scoffed glaring at the women in their dresses and makeup. One of the girls grabbed Sokka by his shirt collar. “I guess Unagi will have a delicious dinner then.” She growled at him. “No wait! He’s my brother, he’s just an idiot sometimes.” Katara explained running to her brother’s aid. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at the pair. “Look, I’m the Avatar-” “Impossible! The Avatar disappeared a hundred years ago!” A woman, most likely the leader, interrupted. “Well yeah. That’s me.” You stated matter-of-factly. “Feed the imposter to Unagi!” She commanded. “What?! No! I-” The women already stalked over to you.
“Y/N, do an airbending trick!” Katara nervously yelled. You became flustered. How could you prove yourself? Your mind went blank, what the fuck would you do?! You gulped and searched your pockets for something, anything. Your hands grasped something cold and round, a marble. Your eyes lit up as you pulled it out. “Watch this.” You grinned concentrating on the silver marble. It lifted off the palm of your hand and started to spin. There were a few ‘oohs’ and ‘awes’ from the women. “You’re an airbender!” One of the girls said in amazement. “You are the Avatar.” The leader said breathlessly as she walked up to you.
“I am Suki, the leader.” The girl stated, holding her hand out for you to shake. “Hello Suki, I’m Y/N.” You shook her hand smiling sweetly at the woman.
One the other side of the island a little girl ran up to her father, who was fishing. “Did you hear?” She asked in an excited tone. “Hear what?” He asked, putting his newly caught fish in a basket. “The Avatar is on Kyoshi!” The little girl said jumping up and down happily. “What?!” The fishermen asked in surprise.
Word spread almost like wildfire, especially in the marketplace. The fishermen told a shopkeep, who told a customer, who was a Fire Nation servant - specifically Prince Zuko’s servant. He passed on the news of the Avatar’s most recent location.
“The Avatar is on Kyoshi Island?!” Zuko yelled in a demanding tone while holding the servant by the collar. “Where did you hear this from?!” “Th-The shopkeep! She said she heard it from the fishermen from Kyoshi!” He sputtered out, turning pale in fear at his anger. Zuko scoffed and shoved the man to the ground, stalking over to his uncle. His uncle was sipping his tea. “Uncle, ready the rhinos. She is not getting away from me again!” He hissed walking out of the room.
Kyoshi Island was utterly beautiful to you, breathtaking even. You took in a deep inhale of the fresh air, the scent of pine greeting your nose. You sighed happily and turned around to the feast the Kyoshi villagers prepared for you. They were celebrating the arrival of the Avatar. The Kyoshi statue got a new coat of paint too, just in your honor. This was supposed to feel good right? You were being treated like a celebrity, but this wasn’t meant for you. It felt so wrong. But you couldn’t seem ungrateful. You weren’t! In fact, you appreciated the hospitality of these people that were hidden from the world.
Momo sat perched upon your shoulder as you began to eat. You handed him a few pieces of bread and berries, in which you got a happy chirp in response. You noticed Katara wasn’t eating, so you nudged her gently. “Why aren’t you eating?” You asked softly, “Your brother seems to enjoy it.” You giggled softly gesturing to Sokka, who had his face stuffed with all types of food. Katara giggled as well rolling her eyes. “I don’t know...I’m not very hungry.” She shrugged and began to pick at her bowl of rice with a pair of chopsticks.
The feast spread was almost as beautiful as the land. The table was spread several feet long, three other tables lined up in sections in front of it. Despite the small island, it had a fairly big population. Each table had the same spread. A roasted pig, two roasted chickens, three big bowls of mashed potatoes and corn, a bowl of white rice, noodles, and three roasted salmon and coy. It all looked so delicious, but you stuck with the vegetable-based foods. Momo helped a few little girls pick berries for the two of you, and that made you very happy. People who didn’t even know you, welcomed you with open arms. It warmed your heart.
After the feast, the sun started to set, beginning the party. Drums, flutes, and clapping to the beat. Everyone was so happy with the Avatar arriving. Their savior. You spent the night dancing with the children, showing them some air-based dance moves. Then everything started to wind down, people going back to their homes to sleep. You, Sokka, and Katara were given a small and empty home, and it was since. You held Appa by the reins as you led him to a forestry area behind the home. “Goodnight, big guy.” You whispered, kissing the furry creature before heading inside.
Sokka had already passed out from a food coma, so it was just you and Katara awake. Katara was currently making her small cot. “Hey, Katara?” You asked softly while you laid on your own cot. She responded with a small hum as she finally finished fluffing her pillows. You chewed on the inside of your cheek and let out a sigh as you stared at the ceiling. “I don’t...I don’t think I deserve any of this. The praise, parties...people acting like I am a celebrity.” You spoke, your voice soft, not wanting to wake up Sokka and Momo. Katara laid on her cot and stared at the ceiling as well.
“I understand this must be new to you. You were frozen for a hundred years. You’re still adjusting.” Katara explained, her gentle voice soothing you. “I know you must be overwhelmed.” You sighed and turned so your back was facing Katara, but you were facing sleeping Sokka. “I just feel like...I don’t belong here.” You whispered, eyes slowly closing shut as you fell into the realm of unconsciousness.
Your body felt like it was floating. You looked around seeing stars and a small glowing path...weird. You took a deep breath and took a step forward. Your footprint glowed softly, illuminating your bath. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest. “You don’t belong here.” It was Aang’s voice again. You looked around for the source, then finally saw him walking towards you, his steps glowing as well. You gulped, “I-I know I don’t...But I don’t know how to get home-” “You stole MY destiny!” He yelled stepping closer, you two were three feet apart. “I know!” You yelled back, now getting irritated at the 12-year-old. “Then go home!” You clenched your fist closing your eyes tightly. There was the sound of an alarm clock going off. The sound got closer and closer. Your head started to pound as it got closer. “Just shut up!” You screamed.
The birds were singing and chirping outside as your eyes shot open. You were in a cold sweat, your chest rising and falling at an erratic rate. Your eyes scanned the room, landing on the lemur sitting on your chest. You screamed and fell off of the bed with a thud. When your body hit the floor you groaned, rubbing your temples. Footsteps entered the house, multiple in fact. “Y/N! Are you okay?!” It was Sokka. You looked up, squinting. It turned out, however, to not be Sokka. The Kyoshi Warriors stood above you. You looked around, and then saw him. Sokka was decked out in a Kyoshi uniform and their customary makeup. “Oh my, Sokka!” You started to laugh. It was a good change; you needed a laugh after that dream. “Yeah yeah, I’m a Warrior now.” Sokka grumbled, helping you up to your feet. You yawned and stretched once you were on your feet. “How long was I asleep? I don’t remember Katara having an older sister.” You teased but your fun was cut short.
“Come out Avatar!” Shit. They found you. You gulped and headed towards the door, but Sokka blocked you. “No, Y/N. We can’t let you get captured again. You barely survived last time.” Suki smiled proudly, “We have been training for this day. Don’t worry, Avatar.” She smiled and led everyone out. No way in hell were you endangering the people who welcomed you so warmly. These people have stayed away from the Fire Nation for a hundred years, you weren’t about to ruin that streak.
You grabbed your staff and looked outside the window. The Kyoshi were up in the trees, waiting for their chance. Zuko and his soldiers started to drag people out of their homes. You gripped your staff and walked out. “I’m right here.” You glared at the Prince, your eyes filled with anger. Zuko turned to you with a snarl and death glare. “Well here’s the Avatar. You won’t get away this time.” He hissed and started to charge at you. “I won’t let you terrorize innocent people.” You yelled, twirling your staff and sending a gust of wind at Zuko.
Zuko didn’t lose his stance. Huh. Impressive. You smirked at him, which only irritated him more. He let out a battle cry and sent blasts of fire your way. You thought you could dodge it in time. You were half right. One of the blasts lit the fabric near your right hip aflame. You hissed in pain as the fabric burned away, and the fire burned your skin. “Son of a bitch.” You hissed and glared at Zuko. Anger filled your body and your eyes. Your e/c orbs are filled with anger. “Fuck you.” You hissed and used your staff to knock Zuko off of his feet.
Zuko grunted as he hit the floor. You glared at him and got up, using your cane as a staff of some sort. He grabbed your ankle causing you to fall onto the coarse dirt. Your chin hit the sharp end of a few rocks, cutting it open slightly. You saw the red liquid drip onto the dirt. You let out a scream of frustration and kicked at Zuko’s head. “You asshole!” You yelled as Katara came to your aid, Sokka already on Appa with Momo.
“Hurry and get on!” Sokka yelled as the bison flew down. Katara helped you onto the creature. Zuko glared as Appa flew away. “Everyone back on the ship! Do not lose sight of them!” He ordered and stalked back to the ship, wiping his now bleeding nose.
“This isn’t over, Avatar.”
A/N: A special thanks to @imagine-yourself-happy for editing this chapter for me! I hope you all enjoyed it.
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