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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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it takes two | one shot (myg)

summary: min yoongi was the one who came to understand you and took you for you. but, when boundaries start getting crossed and priorities begin to change, you start to question if your relationship with your bestfriend is strong enough to make it through.

pairing: athlete!reader x athlete!myg

genre: bestfriends to lovers au, basketball au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 12.3k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, protected AND unprotected sex (later on), slight breast play, oral (f. receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, missionary, riding/straddling, mentions of alcohol consumption, dancing, mention of marijuana, sex on the beach kinda?, some heavy angst, insecurities, crying, injuries (like a cut/ankle sprain), yoongi is just kind of an idiot at one point

note: heavily inspired by the movie love and basketball. unedited for the most part, pls excuse any spelling/grammar errors.

tags: @ggukkieland @miinoongi @bluesharksandfish @unicornbabylover

⏏︎ now playing: triggered - jhené aiko ; sorry enough - chris brown

First Quarter: 6th Grade

You didn't really have a lot of friends in elementary school. Any, actually. Hell, the girls in your class purposely ignored you because you acted different. Dressed different. Enjoyed the shit boys liked, like playing ball and video games. You couldn't relate to their gel pens, Lisa Frank folders, cute binder stickers and bracelet charms. None of that shit was you. But you didn't care, you were fine by yourself. Nobody to please, nobody to care for.

The only person that came to understand you was Min Yoongi and that's because you played basketball with him and his friends during daycare. At first, it came as a surprise because truthfully, you felt like Yoongi only let you play because he felt bad for you. Which, okay, whatever— so be it. But, after the last round during a game of two versus two, you found yourself on the ground, huge gash on the knee from chasing after the ball before it could go out of bounds.

"Ouch! Crap!" You groaned as you sat up and checked out your knee. Yoongi walks towards you and crouches down, examining the bloody gash.

"Come on." He says, holding out a hand to help lift you up. He swings your arm over his shoulder, already knowing that any sudden movements to your knee can make the wound sting. He takes his time and walks with you as you hop on one leg towards the office, not really saying much. Yoongi wasn't the most talkative in class. He hung out with two or three other boys in your class on the daily, but they were quiet. Weren't much troublemakers, didn't cause ruckus like the other boys did. But, he was still popular among the girls because he was a little cutiepie. You remember walking into the bathroom, hearing Angie and her friends tease her about her crush on Yoongi. Then, the following week, one of her friends also ended up crushing on Yoongi and they bickered [weirdly] in the bathroom about it.

Getting to the office, he sits you down on the bench before approaching the office admin to grab some bandaids and ice for you.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Min?" Mrs. Yao comes over to greet him.

"Y/N's hurt. Can I get a bag of ice and a bandaid for her, please?" Mrs. Yao looks over her shoulder and does a head tilt before sighing. She knew you weren't like the girls in your class, always getting hurt one way or another, being more hardheaded and stubborn than the usual. She grabs a bag of ice and hands the supplies over to Yoongi before placing her hands on her hips.

"You think you can take care of Miss Y/N, or do you need me to help?" He shakes his head.

"I got it, thank you Mrs. Yao." He politely says, giving her a small toothless smile. You silently watch as he walks over, crouching down once again to tend to your wounds. "I don't think this will hurt, but stay still so I can put this bandaid on." He says softly as he spreads the small Neosporin packet across your wound. He wipes his finger down on his pants before removing the back of the bandaid and pressing it against your knee. "There. You should keep the ice on it so it doesn't bruise and stuff." He stands.

"Thank you." He nods as he watches you stand and slightly limp before you adjust your steps to the right pressure. He follows you out, coming back to your side with his hands in his pockets.

"Why don't you act like the other girls?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"What? Not liking all the girly stuff that they like?"

"Sure, or you playing basketball. You know girls are usually like cheerleaders and cheer the guys on instead."

"Well, I don't wanna be a cheerleader. I just would rather play. What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing, it's just weird to see."

"You're weird." You snapped back.

"How am I weird?"

"You shoot weird."

"And you don't? I shoot better than you." He furrows his brows.

"No you don't."

"Fine, wanna play one more time? Unless you're a wuss and can't play cause of your knee." You rolled your eyes at the sudden change of events.

"I'll play you, I'm not a wuss. Unless you're afraid to lose to a girl." You taunt him as you both walk back to the court.

"Whatever, I'm not afraid cause I won't lose." He grabs the ball and checks it in. "My ball first."

"Sure, if you think that'll help."

And that's how Yoongi lost to you, busted knee and everything. From there, it was history. You became inseparable, Yoongi becoming a large part of your days and vice versa. His parents eventually became close to yours after the numerous times you both have been dropped off to hang out, or catching rides home after school. Yoongi lived in a nearby neighborhood, only being a good 7 minute walk, to be exact.

Second Quarter: High School, Senior Year

In high school, it became a little different. Yoongi grew up, played varsity basketball and became a fucking jock even though he claimed he would never. Yeah, bullshit. You too, played on the girls varsity basketball team, and surprisingly, you two kept each other close. It was a blessing and a curse though, because you couldn't see your life without Yoongi. He's been there since the 6th grade. However, girls took note of that shit. Trying to use you as their way in to Yoongi's heart, or pants, or both. You made it very clear though that you weren't interested in being a fucking messenger. Girls thought you were mean, but really, they just couldn't handle you. Hence, why you really couldn't relate and be one of them.

Yoongi was still the only person who could understand you and handle you, bad attitude and all. Tomboy habits and all. Not wanting to make friends and all.

"Jesus fucking christ, the day just started." Yoongi says as he watches you toss your duffle bag and backpack aggressively in the back seat of his car. "What's your deal?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired." You slump in his passenger seat after buckling your seat belt.

"Chill, don't start your day like this."

"Whatever, dad." You rolled your eyes, causing him to let out a pathetic chuckle.

"Are you coming to my game later?"

"Yeah, if I'm not too tired from practice."

"Y/N, I always make it to your games even if I'm tired."

"Do you?"

"The fuck? Yes I do. When haven't I?" His tone raises with yours. "Don't try and justify your shit by coming up with lies."

"Yeah, yeah bighead. You'll have plenty of cheerleaders there for you."

"Yeah and?" He smirks. "You're the one I'll be looking for though." He caresses your chin, making you smack his hand away while he laughs loudly.

"You're stupid." You groan as you sink lower in his seat. The rest of the ride to school, you shut your eyes and enjoy the peace before you're having to walk down those annoying, congested hallways.

People rave a lot about senior year, but it honestly hasn't felt special to you. Maybe because you kept the same routine since freshmen year, or maybe you really just didn't care as much as everyone else did about how "special" it was. You've always been locked in to basketball even if your mom wasn't a big fan of it. She wished you were more into cute, girly shit, like makeup, shopping, manis and pedis and dresses and heels, but she came to accept this was the way it was going to be. Especially because your dad was your biggest fan. You came to love basketball, more than just a side hobby. You joined the varsity team and practiced day in and day out. When basketball wasn't in season, you'd play with Yoongi at the park or sign up for camps and tournaments. You just wanted to keep bettering yourself so that you could play in college and get into the league post-grad. Yoongi was the same, and he may or may not have influenced your passion for ball. Either way, he was always supporting you and cheering for you even if the other females hated it.

His ex for sure hated the relationship you had with him even though you really steered clear when she was around. Wasn't your fucking problem or responsibility to take care of her insecurities. Same with his flings.

"Hey, so later, yeah?" He asks in between throwing nods and smiles to girls passing by.

"Mhm." You hum. "You gonna be free for lunch later?"

"I don't know. I know where to find you though if I am."

"Have a good day, punk."

"You too, bub. See you in English." He turns on his heel, walking towards his friends, aka his team members. Aka his jock ass group. Aka the ones females flock to.

Namjoon, Jimin, Eunwoo, Lucas.

They were all pretty boys who knew they were pretty boys and used that to their advantage to make big asshole moves. You hated that Yoonks got pulled in from time to time, but shit, it wasn't your life, you were only a small part of his. Sometimes, they also pulled in the football boys, Jungkook and Seokjin. Even the baseball boys, Hoseok and Taehyung. It was all a huge pretty boy, jock, asshole group in the making outside. A big fucking party for a lot of the girls at school, though.

So even if Yoongi was really the only one in your life, you weren't the only one in his. It is, what it is. As long as he doesn't go switching up on you, then whatever, so be it.

The first half of your classes go by quick, being that you enjoyed your chemistry, french and english classes. You had your english class with Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok. You had gotten to know Namjoon and Hoseok a little through it, and it was enough to know that they weren't all that bad. At least in this classroom setting.

"You two going to prom together?" Namjoon asks, making Yoongi snort.

"No, what the hell?" Yoongi responds.

"You guys can have fun at prom." You roll your eyes.

"You're really not gonna go?" Joon bites on the end of his pencil.

"No? The fuck I look like?"

"Y/N, I know it'd be weird as fuck to see you in a dress, but it's senior year. You didn't go last year, did you?" Namjoon asks from Yoongi's other side.

"Really, Namjoon?" You give him a look as if it could state the obvious.

"Well shit, I don't know. I know it's not your thing but can't really say I would have noticed either way." Hoseok laughs, causing you to throw your pen at his head before flicking him off.

"Miss Y/N!" Mrs. Maxwell calls you out mid-movie, eyes wide and in disbelief at how you're acting.

"What?! He started it." You slumped back in your seat and let out a sigh.

"Not another word." She says sternly.

"Not another word." You mock her under your breath.

"Aye, stop. You and that attitude boutta get in some trouble the last weeks of senior year." Yoongi puts his hand on your wrist, causing you to shake your head and click your teeth.

"Anyway, you should go." Hoseok whispers as he leans over on the table to look at you.

"No. Besides, with what date?"

"Take the basketball." Joon snickers.

"You're a complete dumbass, Namjoon. Stop talking." You snap.

"Maybe they're right, bub. It's senior year and it's coming to an end quick. I'd hate for you to regret it." Yoongi turns to you and says lowly.

"You know that won't happen." But really, part of you did feel a little bad. You knew it wasn't your scene, and you really didn't care what people thought of you when it came down to it. However, you always wondered what it would be like if someone liked you. If someone wanted you. Crushed on you so hard that they couldn't keep their hands off of you, couldn't stop thinking of you. Your first love. To feel pleasure, pain. Mixture of emotions simply by being in love. You wondered what it would be like to lose your virginity and have good, good sex. Besides, you were a human with needs. But the only person you have ever been close to was Yoongi. For the most part, you didn't see him that way because you knew he definitely didn't. But, you also couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to take your relationship to that point. If it was anyone, he would be the one you'd have feelings for. He would be your first kiss, your first everything. Because Yoongi was comfort and security for you.

But you valued your friendship more than anything.

"Just saying, think about it." He follows up.

"Think about getting an expensive dress and painful ass heals to wear for one night, just to dance around in 'em and take one professional pic with a date? Maybe get railed if I'm lucky?" You playfully wiggle your eyebrows making Yoongi shake his head.

"Don't be such a party pooper for once."

"Mmm. Great reasoning. Really convincing me here." You laugh it off even though in all honesty, you were thinking about it.

The bell rings and thank god it's finally lunch because you were fucking starving. Appetite and attitude on na-na, no doubt. You silently part ways with Yoongi to stop by your locker and grab your lunch. You make your way to the rowdy ass cafeteria, quickly scanning the room to catch a sight of Yoongi. You see him sitting on top of one of the lunch tables with Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung sitting around him. Clearly, Yoongi wasn't free today.

"Wassup baby? Wanna trade that ball in for me?" Jimin says as you pass by their table to make your way outside to the bleachers. You flick him off before rolling your eyes and pretending to gag.

"Fuck off, Park." The group laughs except for Yoongi.

"Wonder if she's got that bad attitude in bed, too." Yoongi doesn't hesitate to smack Jimin upside the head because yeah, no matter what, he was gonna protect you as much as possible. "Owwww, I'm just kidding Yoongi."

"Don't let me hear you say that shit around me ever again."

"Fuck, I'm sorry. It was just a joke." Jimin winces as he rubs the back of his head.

"Damn Min Yoonks, why don't you take her ass to prom if it's like that?" Taehyung says, chewed up food coming into full view as he smacks loudly.

"Why don't you learn how to close your mouth first?" Yoongi spits back.

"Y/N is really rubbing off on you."

"It's manners, idiot. You should've been learned that." Namjoon says, laughing.

"But foreel, why won't you take her? You both are close, you've never seen her that way?" Hoseok asks making Yoongi shake his head in response.

"She's my bestfriend. I value her just the way she is, no more no less."

"Ah, you must have thought about it at least once." Yoongi keeps silent. Luckily, the group easily gets distracted and starts paying attention to Seokjin and Jungkook coming over as they talk about the dates they've scored for prom.

Yoongi has thought about it. Still does. Just like he is for you, you're the only one who understands him and takes him for who he is. You know the real him besides basketball player Yoongi. You're the only one who keeps it real. But he would rather keep it this way than ruin things between you and him. He'd hate to fuck up with you because he knows he can fuck up, there's no hiding from it. He'd never forgive himself if he lost you.

Practice is hell today for you and fuck, you really wanna just go home and lay down for the rest of the evening. Coach had you all running suicides and conditioning drills on the courts outside and pulling scrimmages against each other left and right. Let's not forget how coach is always on your ass right before a game too. Hell, she catches an attitude way worse than you before game time and after a loss. You wanted to avoid that at all costs. But, to avoid taking the bus home and instead hitching a ride with Yoongi, you throw on a hoodie and haul your ass to the gym in some nike slippers. You take a seat on a free end at one of the bleachers, holding Spalding in between your legs with your duffle next to you on the floor. The game is off to a start in about 5 minutes, Yoongi catches sight of you on the bleachers and nods. You give him a small smile as a gesture of good luck, which he reciprocates.

The game starts off intensely, both teams scoring closely even with the boys putting straight pressure. Towards the end of the first half, Yoongi and Eunwoo are the leading scorers, putting their team up by 10. Halftime is a bunch of hoo-haa, with cheerleaders in their itty bitty skirts, trying to shake their asses as they cheer for the boys. The boys don't even hide the fact that their ogling, and it's clear as day they all want some pussy. Quite frankly, they walk around thinking they deserve it cause of how hard they try to pull some wins and put the school on the map. Student government comes up for a bit too, pulling some kind of skit to weirdly promote prom. It makes you cringe and in all honesty, it makes you not wanna go even more, but it is your senior year. If you can snag a date, then maybe.

"Hey." Terra [not a cheerleader but still a pretty, popular chick] plops next to you with a smirk on her face. Immediately, you want no part in it because you already know what she's trying to do.

"Hi?"

"I'm just gonna cut straight to it. Do you know if Yoongi is seeing anyone?"

"How the hell would I know, Terra?" You furrow your brows at her.

"Because you're close to him, aren't you?"

"And? Doesn't mean I'm telling people his business. Besides, he's not obligated to tell me everything just cause we're close." She rolls her eyes.

"Whatever. Look, can you do me a favor and give this to him?" She tries handing you a little ass piece of paper folded neatly with a pink heart decorated on the front.

"Why don't you give it to him yourself?"

"That's no fun." You scoff and roll your eyes. Really, miss girl? "Be a doll for once, yeah?" She winks and slips the note in between your wrist and Spalding so it stays put. You take the note and eye it, letting out a deep sigh as you shove it into your pocket. You weren't in the mood to be extra rude today so you'll give it to him later when he drives you home.

The game finally finishes with Yoongi making a final three, the boys keeping their lead up by 10. Everyone cheers and showers the boys with love after the team has finished shaking hands and high-fiving their opponents. You stick around until the crowd dies down, watching Yoongi flirt with Terra as you swing your duffle bag strap onto your shoulder before slowly heading down the bleachers.

"Hey bighead, good game today." You lightly punch him against the chest.

"I knew you'd come."

"Shut up. I'll be at your car."

"For what?"

"Cause you're taking me home, punk."

"No please?"

"Please." He shakes his head and chuckles before you part ways to let him gather his things in the locker room. When you finally catch sight of his teeny head coming towards you from the gym, you hear him unlock his car to let you in while he continues to walk over.

"Fuuuuuck." He says, throwing his things in the back before buckling his seat belt and switching the gear into drive.

"You have fan mail." Yoongi looks over and sees you clutching the note Terra gave you.

"What's that, a condom?"

"You're sick. It's from Terra."

"Who's that again?" You make a face at him.

"You were just telling her sweet nothings earlier after the game?"

"Oh, Terra with the tig o' bitties. Got it." He shakes his head. "I wasn't telling her sweet nothings."

"Right. You're an absolute dipshit, you know?" You prop up a leg on the seat while you unfold the letter.

"Give it!" You move it away from his grasp and begin to read it out loud.

"Yoongi, you're honestly so hot. If you don't have a date for prom, I just want you to know that I'm free, and I promise I'll give you a good time if you take me." You cackle. "Boy, what the fuck is this? Ew."

"Shut up." He blushes before laughing along with you.

"Look at her, writing her coochie out on paper."

"She isn't."

"Oh, really? Pfft." You softly scoff. "So, are you taking her or what?"

"I don't know? Maybe, damn. What about you?"

"What about me, fool? I told you I'd think about it."

"Go with Jimin. He still doesn't have a date." He hates to say it with how much of an asshole Jimin can be, but if it meant you'd be at your senior prom then Yoongi will let it pass. He'll make sure Jimin doesn't try any slick shit.

"Ew, god no."

"Look, I'll make sure he doesn't go overboard. I promise."

"Why do you want me there so badly, Yoongi?"

"Because it's our last year in high school together and I'd really like to celebrate with you somehow." You sigh heavily.

"Fair enough. Let me sit on it."

"Better hurry and stop keeping that seat warm."

"Don't rush me." You punch his arm, causing a groan to erupt from him.

- - -

Really, you'd rather be anywhere than at prom with Park Jimin holding onto your waist the way he is for the pictures you're taking with him, Yoongi and the rest of their group and dates. After all the pictures and fake smiles, you feel him slowly slip his hand down your dress to try and get a grip on your ass, but before you could do so, you're grabbing his wrist with full pressure and making him wince.

"Don't you fucking dare or else I'll cut your dick off and throw it in a blender."

"Aish, ah, fuck! Okay, I'm kidding, let me go!" He whines lowly. You let go of his wrist after one more good squeeze, causing him to wiggle his hand to get the feeling back.

"Get me some punch, will you? My mouth is dry."

"You know, I might know something else that can help." Jimin wiggles his eyebrows as he continues to hold onto his wrist.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Or not. I'll be back." He accepts defeat by smiling from ear to ear before walking off. You sit off to the side, the heels a huge pain in the ass on top of Jimin already being a huge pain in the ass. You lean over on your knees, completely forgetting you have a short dress on, causing boys passing by to whistle and eye at the easy access.

"The fuck are you looking at? Keep it moving." Yoongi says pushing the guys forward before shooting you a look. "Y/N, really?"

"Shit sorry, I forgot. I'm not used to this." You sit up and adjust your dress before rubbing your arms at how self-conscious you suddenly [and unexpectedly] feel.

"Are you having fun at least?" He sits next to you, manspreading on the seat in the navy suit he has on.

"Mmm, sure." You slightly smile at him. "What about you? You actually took Terra, huh?"

"Yeah, it's pretty fun." He chuckles. "Don't lie, I saw you dancing a bit earlier."

"That's when the alcohol hadn't worn off yet." You snort, remembering Seokjin's older brother giving the group alcohol after all the parents were done taking their pictures of you all. Yoongi laughs along with you before he looks over and simply stares at you, hair all done, makeup done perfectly without it being too much. You in a dress.

"You look beautiful tonight, bub."

"You don't look too bad yourself, bubby." You blush before Jimin interrupts the moment with your cup of punch.

"Here, princess."

"You better not be trying anything slick, punkass." Yoongi says.

"Mm, don't worry. I haven't been able to." You kick his shin as you chug your punch, causing him to cough and choke on his own words. "I'd like to peacefully have this slow dance with you at least, damn." You swallow the last bits of punch before you're taking Jimin's hand to the floor. Yoongi watches as you two make your way to the dance floor for a slow dance, slightly regretting that he didn't just ask you to dance.

"Let's dance, babe." Terra's baby voice comes out as she pulls him up from the seat to find a spot on the dance floor. Yoongi is honestly tired of having to keep up with Terra's energy and her clingy ass, but nonetheless, he was happy you were around for prom.

He was really happy you were around for prom, even though you hated this shit more than anything.

He had you in full view ahead, and so did you. He couldn't help but direct his attention towards you and keep his eyes on you. Fuck, he has never seen anyone so beautiful until you walked through Seokjin's doors with Jimin. Look, let's get this straight. Even though you had your own way of expressing yourself, he always loved your natural beauty, your natural glow. He loved watching you on the court and how happy it made you to play ball. He remembers every accomplishment, every milestone you've reached. How you've grown tremendously as a ball player. He would never admit it to you in person, but he definitely admires how you push yourself and how you always do what you can to improve. Hell, you might just be the better player between the both of you. And when you catch him looking over, he doesn't even try and hide it. He doesn't even care that he's still holding onto Terra and slow dancing with her.

Something within you flips. You feel that shit in the pit of your stomach, at the heat of your core.

But, you brush it off and break eye contact first, even if he doesn't stop staring. This couldn't happen, no. This was your bestfriend. You weren't gonna let the things you felt get in the way of that.

Nope.

Suddenly, the song changes to something more upbeat and twerkable, Jimin taking the opportunity to spin you around and grind on you. You really need a distraction anyway, something to rid you of those god awful thoughts about your bestfriend, so you let him and you have fun with it. Everyone around you is having fun anyway, and fuck, you wouldn't have to do this ever again so fuck it.

"Let me get a dance with my bestfriend." Yoongi says to Jimin.

"Go dance with your date!"

"Shut up and switch for a second!" Yoongi says, pushing him off of you so he could get behind and dance with you.

"Yoonks, what the hell?" You laugh.

"Go with it, bub. It's fucking senior year, we're graduating soon." You go with his movements, having the time of your life with everyone around you as prom quickly comes to a close.

When you get into Jimin's car, you knock off your heels as he continues to talk nonstop about the night. Jimin was a cutie but god, you could not stand his mindset for the life of you. You were grateful he had agreed to take you to prom, but damn. Prom was done and all you wanted was some peace and quiet.

"I hope you had fun with me tonight." You give him a toothless smile before slipping your heels back on.

"I did, thank you for taking me. Really." He smiles from ear to ear before leaning over near your seat.

"Can I get just one good smooch for the night?" You look at him before you smirk and lean over near his lips.

"Sure." You whisper.

"Oh fuck, this is actually happening."

"Close your eyes, I know you don't fucking kiss with your eyes open. What are you doing?"

"Right. Sorry." He closes his eyes and puckers his lips. You lean in a little closer, feeling his breath against your lips.

Then you flick his nose.

"Ouch!"

"Peace out, Park." You throw open his door to step out and shut it behind you to quietly walk into your house.

The lights are off and your parents are already tucked into the room for the night, leaving you a note on the fridge reminding you to make sure all the doors are locked before retreating to your room. You do as you're reminded before quietly shutting your door and tossing your heels to the side. You let the pins down from your hair, ruffling it around a bit and relieving any pressure on your head. Before turning away from your dresser, you notice a letter from the one university you had been waiting on. You had been waiting to hear back from Stanford for the longest time, and quite frankly, you had been upset you hadn't heard especially when their scouts were at your game awhile ago.

You had broken down to your parents, to Yoongi, automatically assuming the worst when you heard that other people had already been accepted and scouted for Stanford. Suddenly, you found yourself working harder and harder because you felt like you were lacking in so many areas. You felt low, and like your dream was running miles and miles away from you. Faster than you could keep up.

You take the letter in your hand, but don't want to open it because you don't feel ballsy enough [surprisingly]. You call up Yoongi, not caring that he could possibly be in the middle of getting his dick wet.

"Sup?"

"Are you busy?"

"I was just about to walk into my house."

"Oh, nevermind."

"Need me to come by?"

"I got a letter from Stanford."

"Shit, I'll be there in 2 mins."

And in 2 minutes, he surely was knocking at your window. You slide it up enough for him to climb in, Yoongi still in his prom get-up as well.

"Here." You instantly hand him the letter.

"What, why me? It should be you."

"I can't, I really can't." He sighs.

"Are you sure you won't regret this?"

"No, bub. Please." You sit on the bed and fiddle with your fingers as you watch him rip the envelope open and tear out the letter. You can't even keep your eyes on him as he reads the letter and starts backing away from you.

"Shit."

"What? What?!" You stand, trying your best to keep your tone low. He covers his mouth, causing you to pinch his bicep at how dramatic he was being. "Just say it!"

"You're not going." Your heart sinks, but before you could process it, Yoongi speaks up again. "To any other college because Stanford wants you."

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" You whisper and shove him.

"Congrats, bubby. Guess we'll be together in college too." Your eyes widen.

"Y-you're going? T-to Stanford?" He smiles and nods.

"Yeah, I am."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Look, I just wanted to give you your space. That's all. I found out before you went all cry baby on me."

"Shut up." You say before laughing and jumping into his arms, throwing your legs around his torso while he swings you around. As he sets you back down onto your bedroom floor, your hands linger around his neck, gently tugging on the hair that rested there. He keeps you close, his hands resting around your waist as your chests are still touching. You honestly have no idea what takes over you— perhaps all the feelings you felt tonight at prom taking over, or feeling overjoyed from finally hearing back from Stanford, you couldn't decide. But you crash your lips against his, immediately pulling back after you realized you've just kissed your bestfriend.

You just had your first fucking kiss through accidental causes.

Well, shit.

Was it accidental or no?

Mind is going off on a tangent.

"Woah. I'm so sorry, Yoonks, I—" He doesn't allow for any space between you two, keeping your body flush against his as his lips crash onto yours again to cut you off. To be quite honest, things are moving fast and the kiss deepens quick. You follow his motions, gaining some rhythm as your tongue dances along with his in the [now] wet, sloppy kiss.

"Wait, Y/N." He pulls away as the moment intensifies. "A-are you sure you wanna keep going? To be honest, I don't know if I'll be able to hold myself back and I know you haven't exactly—" He knows it would be your first time and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. I mean, sure, he loved you. You were special to him. But he wanted to make sure your first time was also special, whether it be him or whoever else.

"Please. I want this. I wanna do this with you."

By the looks of tonight, it seems like it's meant to be him.

You press your lips back onto his with the same intensity and start to unbutton his shirt when you feel his hands hike up your dress. He gently pushes you on the bed, crawling over to you as he kicks off his shoes and finishes ripping off his shirt and tie. He slowly removes the straps of your dress down your shoulders and undoes the zipper on the side before slipping it down and leave you in your panties.

You had no bra on.

Yoongi's eyes widen when he realizes such, your cheeks heating up while you watch him stare down your body. You begin to feel incredibly self-conscious so you cover your chest with an arm. Yoongi senses your uneasiness, your confidence shooting down below zero.

"You're beautiful, bub. Don't." He says, gently tugging your arm away and letting it fall limply to the side. You simply nod and let him take the reigns because you had no idea what the fuck you were doing. So many emotions were flooding your mind— you were nervous, you were scared, you were shy, you felt lost and too innocent under Yoongi, even if he knew you like the back of his hand.

And because of that, he could pick up on it with the way your body continued to tense up. He shook off his pants, leaving on his boxers until you were ready for him. Cause fuck, he was ready for you, but he had to take this slow. He had to take care of you.

He lowers himself onto you after the two of you have climbed under the sheets, lowering his head against your neck to press light, feathery kisses along the surface. You felt the tingles shoot down your spine every time his lips made contact, causing you to softly gasp and arch your back at how sensitive you were already feeling.

"If you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop okay?" He says lowly. You nod in response, Yoongi taking it as leverage to plant a kiss on your lips before moving down to your breasts. He keeps his eyes on you, making sure you don't seem uncomfortable in the slightest bit. But you don't, and it's indicated in the way you bite your bottom lip and arch your back at the way his tongue wraps around your hardened bud. He does the same on the other breast before peppering kisses down your stomach and abdomen.

"Yoongi." You slightly gasp, shy at how unusually close he is to your lady friend.

"What's wrong? Want me to stop?" His thumbs gently caressed your thighs as his head hovered over your pelvis. You shake your head and nervously swallow before speaking once more.

"I-I'm just scared, what if you don't like—"

"Shh." He shushes you. "You're everything to me, you know that. You don't have to change just so I could enjoy you in bed. I'll take good care of you, bub. I promise."

"O-okay." He nods, placing a kiss over your clothed clit before pulling them down to get lost within your sheets. He swipes a finger down your folds, causing your breathing to hitch slightly. You watch as he slowly inserts the same digit inside of you, biting onto his bottom lip watching your facial expressions turn from uncertainty to straight pleasure. "Another." You moan.

"You sure?"

"Yes, please." He inserts another digit, curling his fingers upward as he starts to finger fuck you at a steady pace.

"Shit, you're so wet Y/N." He says lowly before lowering his mouth onto you to get a taste and tease your clit. You gasp at the overwhelming sensation, feeling the pleasure bubbling in your core and you had no idea how to deal with it. He picks up his pace while tonguing your clit and sucking at the right pressure until suddenly, you short circuit and tremble under his grip. You purse your lips together to prevent yourself from moaning too loud with your parents at the other end of the hall [jesus fucking christ], knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets tightly.

Your first orgasm came and washed over you quick.

"Did you just—" He removes his digits from inside of you, drooling at your cum accumulating all over his fingers.

"Holy fuck." You whisper as you regulate your breathing, twitching when Yoongi places a quick kiss on your pussy before coming back up to you.

"How was that?"

"So good. Wanna feel you." You whine, tugging him down towards you.

"I got you, bubby." He says, kissing your jaw, cheek, nose and lips. He reaches over into his pants on the floor, grabbing a condom out of his pocket. You furrow your brow and chuckle, confused if this was something he always did.

"You just carry that around?"

"The guys and I split on a box and carried one each for tonight. Just in case."

"Total fucking assholes." He chuckles.

"Better safe than not, right?" He rips it open with his teeth, spitting the wrapper out onto the floor before rolling it down his cock. He was perfectly thick and long, and it made you a nervous wreck all over again thinking about how this could feel. "Ready? I'll go slow." You nod. You immediately felt immense pressure when you felt Yoongi dip his body and slowly enter you. You winced, Yoongi immediately pausing until you tapped his arm to continue. And so he does, and you continue to breathe through it until he bottoms out and lets out a soft groan against your neck. "Fuck, you're so tight bub. God, you're gonna make me cum quick." He slowly pumps in and out, steadying his pace when he feels you buck your hips up to go along with his motions.

The pleasure skyrocketed; You shut your eyes, letting yourself be in this moment. Feel this moment.

He picks it up a little faster, careful not to bang your headboard against the wall. His forehead is pressed against yours, watching as you let out soft whimpers against his lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yoongi-Yoongi—" You whispered. "You're gonna make me—" It was becoming overwhelming, your clit rubbing against him as he steadied his pace and continued to fuck into you. He nods, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"Yeah, that's it. Let go. It's okay." And that was enough for you to reach your second orgasm tonight. Quick, but fuck. Yoongi made you feel so good, and you wouldn't want it any other way. You shut your eyes as you hurdled over the edge, mouth open with silent, inaudible moans being released. "So fucking pretty." Yoongi says as he feels himself reaching his high with the way your walls pulsated against his cock.

God. So, so good.

He holds onto the headboard and quickly fucks into you until he's spilling his seed in the condom, muffled moans being released against the crook of your neck. It takes a moment before Yoongi raises his head, your hands running through his black hair while he presses a tender kiss against your lips. He slowly removes himself, wrapping the condom in a tissue before tossing it into your trash can. He plops next to you and welcomes you into his arms, caressing you to soothe you from your first time.

"You okay?"

"More than okay." You say, the both of you trying to savor the moment before trying to navigate where to go from here.

What now?

Third Quarter: College, Junior Year (Present)

You bent down, hands resting against your knees as you tried to catch your breath during the timeout Coach Chu had called with 5.2 seconds literally left on the clock. He laid out the play he wanted you and the team to pull off in order to gain the win over Berkeley.

It had to be executed perfectly. No flaws.

Coach Chu had been riding your ass since you were a freshman. But, over the years, you've learned how to work through his tough love and turn it into positives, bettering yourself on and off the floor. It paid off, and he saw the fire in you, finally moving you up to starting point guard right before the season ended. Some team members hated it at first, but eventually, grew to work with it as well.

The plan was to have you come down into the paint and lay up the ball or take a shot at the very last second to avoid Berkeley from getting another chance at scoring. Sometimes you hated the pressure, but you've also learned that a big part of playing ball was thriving under pressure.

Your team closes up the huddle before you and your teammates are heading back out onto the floor to try and get this win. You shake off the nerves, bouncing the ball out of bounds until you check it in with your teammate. After that— it was like a blur. Shit happened so quick, you couldn't even process it. You passed the ball and dashed over to the other side of the court while your teammate put up a screen. You rose your hand as you ran into the paint, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you awkwardly lay up the ball in the position you were in and stumble onto the ground from losing your footing. You turn your head as the buzzer went off, noticing that the ball had bounced off the rim.

You missed a fucking lay up.

How could you miss a fucking lay up?

"Fuck!" You cry as you sit up and smack the floor.

"Aye, it's all good girl! Ain't a big deal! You win some, you lose some! We still got a ways to go!" Your teammate [roommate, and closest college friend] Clarice said as she helped you up. She was right, but every loss to you was a big loss no matter what. Coach was for sure gonna drill you about this too, and you were already mentally preparing.

"Thanks." You mumble. You look out at the disappointed crowd slowly dispersing, wishing you could still catch a familiar face in the crowd.

But, Yoongi hadn't been to your game in years. So you thought. You never caught him if he ever stepped foot into your game.

Your head hung low as the familiar feeling of pain and loneliness came rushing back while you headed to the locker room. Too bad you didn't see him hiding out on the side of the bleachers with Lucas.

"Y/N, a word." Coach Chu says, leading you into his office.

Fuck, here we go.

You shut the door behind you and stand awkwardly in front of his desk, fiddling with your fingers.

"Look, I just want to say that you put on hell of a show tonight, win or lose. We still have plenty of games left, plenty of opportunities to lock in play-offs. Alright? Don't be upset."

"Thanks Coach." You give him a tiny smile.

"Are you doing okay?"

"Uh, yeah. I think so."

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing coach, just been a hectic couple of weeks." In which, it was no lie. You crammed for test after test, project after project. You barely had any time to breathe this year.

"Well, my door is always open if you need to chat." You nod. "I'll see you at practice. Enjoy your night."

"Thanks again." You say as you exit his office and get yourself showered and into comfier clothes.

Meanwhile, Yoongi heads back to his dorm room alongside Lucas, hands dug deep into his pockets while his head hung low.

"You ever gonna talk to her?"

"I don't know." He sighs. "Pretty sure I fucked up any chance of that."

"Look, dude. You haven't really been the same since you and Y/N fell out." Yoongi stays silent as they slowly climb the steps up to their room. "Why are you just gonna leave it like this? It's been so long already. Doesn't it bother you?"

"Positive she doesn't want me around." Lucas shakes his head.

"You haven't even tried. You just gave up and that shit is cold, to be honest. I know Y/N always held it down for you, I would have expected you to do the same." The words cut through Yoongi so deep, he doesn't even know how to respond and leaves it at that.

As you heavily dragged your body back to the dorms and took your sweet ol' time, your mind began to wander back to Yoongi as well. After he had taken your virginity that night, things took a turn for the worst.

He treated you differently, created this distance that allowed you to grow farther and farther apart from each other until he was no longer in your grasp and vice versa.

You went from Yoongi being a part of your every day to nothing. And fuck, did it hurt you. You cried and cried, until you were so tired of crying. You had to pick yourself up and keep it moving no matter what. Life waits for nobody.

You reminisce on those days of debating over who could really be considered the greatest. Although, you did pay your respects to the bigs, the greats— Kobe, Magic, MJ, Lebron— you paid respect where it was rightfully due. However, Derrick Rose at his prime? Rajon Rondo? Chris Paul?

Hell, even Baron Davis, Monte Ellis. Rookie Steph Curry? Shiiit. They were it for you, and Yoongi used to dog your ass on how unrealistic you were being.

That was all gone.

He must be having a ball watching Steph climb up those charts now, though. You wonder what he would say to you.

The days of going to basketball games, to each other's basketball games, to ordering hella pizza and creating chaos in either house over the dunk contest during the NBA All Star Week or yelling all around the living room and jumping on couches during the NBA playoff season and championship games— All gone.

If you knew this would drastically change you and Yoongi, you would have never let that night happen. You continued to put on your brave face, your thick, tough skin even though deep down, it took everything in you to suppress the hurt, betrayal and confusion. Even after all these years.

He meant everything to you. Did you not to him? You could never understand until this day. How could he dispose of you so, so quickly?

You see him on campus and quickly break any eye contact, or run the opposite way. You were tired of doing this even though you felt like you needed closure. Some explanation. You deserved it. But you weren't gonna initiate that. Even if Yoongi did, you don't even know if things could ever go back to the way it was. He promised he would never hurt you, but he has. He still is hurting you. The wounds— it cut deep. Deeper than he could ever imagine.

"Hello?" You smile, hearing your dad on the other line.

"Hey dad."

"Hey baby! How was your game? I'm sorry I couldn't catch it tonight, work kept me behind." You sigh.

"Eh, it's probably good you didn't. Didn't turn out so well." He picks up on how your voice cracks ever so slightly, enough to indicate that you were trying your hardest not to break down about your performance. "I missed the winning shot."

"Oh sweetheart, you'll get 'em next time. You always do. You still have a couple of games left don't you?"

"Yeah, but it doesn't change the fact that I played shitty as hell tonight."

"There's always room for improvement, only way to go is up from here right?" He says softly, making you smile. "You'll get 'em next time, I have no doubt. You always know how to better yourself even when I think you've already reached your highest potential."

"Thanks Dad. You always were my number one fan."

"I still am." He chuckles. "How's everything else? School?"

"Fine." He always has to stop himself from asking about Yoongi, even to ask if there's been the slightest change to your relationship.

"You sure?"

"Course." You lie.

"Alright, well you know me and your mom are here for you if you need anything."

"I know."

"I'll let you go and get some rest, alright? Don't be so hard on yourself."

"Mmm, I'll try." You chuckle. "I love you."

"Love you too. And hey, baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Always remember that you deserve everything good in this world. If someone can't handle you at your worse, they sure as hell don't deserve you at your best."

"Thank you." You smile as if your dad can see you through the phone before hanging up and unlocking your dorm door.

"Sigma Nu party going on tonight, wanna come and slide through?" Clarice asks as she watches you toss your duffle aside.

"I'm tired, not in the mood."

"So aren't I, but I think we both need it. Come on girl, just for a little." You sigh. Clarice had also been there by your side since you both were freshmen recruits. One day, she came into the room and found you a crying mess, causing her to wrap her arms around you and craddle you until you calmed down. You had spilled the beans about Min Yoongi, especially when he quickly became the talk of the campus as a ladies man and one of the best freshmen recruits Stanford has ever seen. You hated it, but a part of you still found yourself happy that he was getting the recognition he deserved as a ball player.

He wasn't the tallest, or the biggest, but boy had heart and played every game like it was his last. You had been his number one fan, and even though you hated him, that fact would never change.

Anyways, without Clarice, you weren't sure where you'd be. Definitely not here because you'd be too busy running away from your past and all the issues that came with it.

Yeah, yeah. Go ahead and say it. You would be stupid enough to not go to your first choice just because of a stupid boy.

"Fine, fine. I'm leaving as soon as someone wants to start acting up and getting all crazy though."

"Deal." She chuckles. You've learned how to dress up a little more— and by a little we mean baggy sweats, a crop tight fitting tee and chapstick. No way in hell you'd get dolled up for a party. Out of the years you've already been here, you probably went to two parties. One being the party Coach Chu threw at his house for a record-breaking season. The other was a legit party that you stepped foot in for all of 2 seconds before you figured it was time to head home, especially after seeing Yoongi hugged up with some chick and disgustingly tonguing her down while groping her ass.

Shit, you were never gonna get used to it.

The frat house is fucking packed and wreaks of weed even down the corner. You and Clarice push your way through, greeting people who were acknowledging your presence and waving at your other teammates that were also present.

"More basketball babes have arrived, let's go!" One of the frat guys cheers as you and Clarice make your way to the kitchen where all the alcohol is laid out.

"One shot?" She asks as she already has her hand wrapped around the Svedka handle.

"One and done." You tell her. You shouldn't have let her pour the shot though because now, you're stuck with nasty ass vodka near the halfway mark of the cup. "Clarice, what the fuck is this?"

"It's called savoring our one."

"You're fucked up." You joked as you tap your cup against hers and take the shot in three chugs. "Really fucked up." You wince.

"Come, lets go see what the other girls are up to and hang out for a bit." You follow her lead to the corner of the living room, chatting it up with your team before dancing around in the little corner you all occupied— keeping as far away as possible from sloppy and messy dudes.

You turned to eye the crowd at some point, catching Yoongi coming down the stairs, a female following from behind holding his hand. Then, they disappear to the outside of the house. You swallow the lump in your throat, the room feeling hotter than it already was.

Why he still had this affect on you, you had no idea.

Clarice and your teammates are too busy cracking jokes that they don't realize you've slipped away to get some air. You're finding that the crowd has come bigger in the short amount of time you've been here and navigating through it has become difficult. You're having to bob, weave and shove your way out, letting out a sigh the closer you get to the front of the house. You're also really glad you've been able to steer clear from—

"Shit, my bad." You unintentionally bump into someone making your way to the front from the side of the house due to you keeping your head low.

"Y/N?" You whip your head around to see Yoongi raising a brow, dropping his arm from the same chick's shoulders.

"Hi." You give him a fake, tight-lipped smile and rush your way to the front of the house. Thank god you finally make it because you were starting to feel claustrophobic, even being outside. However, you weren't prepared for Yoongi to come after you and grab your wrist the way he did.

"Wait, I didn't expect you to be here." Out of defense, you quickly snatch your wrist away from his grip and furrow your brows at him.

"Yeah, and now I'm leaving."

"Why, hang out for a bit—"

"And what, Yoongi? Watch you be the life of the party? Watch you walk around all fine and dandy like shit never happened between us?" You feel the tears welling up on your bottom lids, but you promised yourself you would never cry over him again. You refuse to. He had already taken up so much of you that you refuse to give him any more.

"Is that what you really think?" He says, the hurt apparent in his expression. To be frank, no. Yoongi really, really never meant to hurt you. And just like he had mentioned before, he would never forgive himself if he ever hurt you. He hasn't forgiven himself. He hasn't forgiven himself for how he let you slip out of his grasp when it was his own fault for pushing aside his feelings for you. He thought the world of you, the only woman who kept it real with him and stuck by him through the highest of highs, lowest of lows. There was no one as special as you, no one who could ever be as special as you, no matter how many times he tried to sink his dick into other females.

No one was real like you.

But, he was also conflicted because of that. He felt like he couldn't give you the love you rightfully deserved, he didn't think he could love you properly. He had so much to learn and he didn't wanna hurt you in the process. It sounds so fucking stupid [because it is] that he thought distancing himself was better than just being honest. He was a dumbass high schooler, he didn't know any better. But, he never meant to make you feel special for one night, then run from it. You were always special to him. You had always been. You always will be. And these past years hurt like a bitch, but he coudn't find the words to explain. Eventually, he just believed he would do less damage if you both remained distant this way.

Although, he longed for you. He really needed you just as you needed him. He always has, always will.

So when the two of you bump into each other tonight, he felt like maybe, it was a sign. Maybe it was time to stop being childish.

God, he missed your face.

God, he was a fucking asshole.

"No, I'm not doing this shit." You shake your head. "Just— continue to stay away from me, okay? I'm better off without you." The words sting you, but it doesn't sting you as much as it stings Yoongi. You glare at him once more before you turn on your heel and begin walking down the street to head back to your dorm.

"Y/N! Wait up!" Clarice calls for you, eyeing Yoongi as she passes him to catch up with you down the street. "Hey, hey. You okay?" She swings her arm around you when she catches you silently crying to yourself. "What did he do, Y/N?"

"He fucking exists, that's what." You groan. "Ugh, fuck! I'm not supposed to be crying over his dumbass, I'm better than this Clarice— Why the fuck am I crying over it?" You break down, crouching down to your knees, causing Clarice to hover over you and pull you into a hug.

"Maybe you just need to let it out and stop forcing yourself to not feel anything."

"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him." You bawled into your arms. "I hate him so much." She caressed your back. "But he still finds a way to mean so much to me."

"I think it's time for you two to talk."

"I can't. It's just better this way."

"Are you sure? Because look at you, Y/N. You're a mess, and this hasn't even been the first time you broke down about him. As much as you want to believe that you're fine without him, you're not. He was your bestfriend and I think you need him more than you even know yourself."

"He's doing fine without me."

"You don't know that, baby. Dudes are annoying as fuck because they can literally go on about their day and mask that shit well. If he's ready, let him explain. Hear him out. You both may be misunderstanding the entire situation." It takes you a good minute before you can finally gather yourself and make it back to your dorm room with Clarice.

She was right.

But you were so angry more than anything. You were angry and you weren't sure how you could get past it.

He left your side.

And so the next day, you go about your day in class, staying quieter than usual during practice. For the most part, Coach Chu was always on your ass because of how vocal you were and how much you caught an attitude when things didn’t go the way you'd like it to. So, to see you this quiet, almost sullen even, concerns him. But, he already pressed you once and he wasn't gonna do it again to avoid irritating you any further.

You run the usual conditioning drills, practicing play by play before a final scrimmage game for the night. You push yourself hard like you always do, almost coming out of practice dry heaving from how tired you are. It was your bad habit though, you wouldn't quit until you got it right. Until you felt right. And unfortunately, it's another one of those nights where you feel unsatisfied with your performance. So, you take it upon yourself to continue practicing in the empty gym that was set to close within the next hour. You're tired out of your mind, and you know this is probably a bad idea, but you can't shake off the feeling of dissatisfaction. To you, that was the next worst thing. Right behind Yoongi.

You begin to work on your three pointers, lay ups and shots out of range before you start to play a scrimmage game with yourself.

"I'll play you." You suddenly hear, the sweat beads dripping down your forehead at this point. You watch Yoongi as he drops his water bottle off at the side of the court before walking over to you.

"Go away."

"Afraid you'll lose?"

"No, I just don't wanna play your ass." You shot up the ball, only for it to bounce off the backboard and land in Yoongi's hand.

"Ball up. Let's play till 10."

"Why the hell do you wanna play me, Yoongi? Don't you have a random chick to bone?"

"I'm clearly standing right in front of you aren't I? Quit fucking talking and play." He aggressively passes you the ball to check it in, you following suit, making the ball damn near bounce off of his chest with how hard you pass it back. He knew exactly how to rile you up.

You get into the zone quickly, trying to find some kind of redemption for the way you had been feeling lately. Redemption, validation, way to take the edge off— anything, really. It was only until the first person scored to 10, but Yoongi was putting up one hell of a fight, jet black hair parted down the middle and matted to his forehead from the sweat building up. You take the lead, sitting at 8 while Yoongi sat at a sad 6 points.

"Ball." You call out as you scored a layup, ramming yourself against the padded wall with the force you had put up.

"That's 10."

"Ball, Yoongi." You huffed and puffed.

"Stop, don't overwork yourself. You just got—"

"Suddenly you care? Stop being a pussy and pass me the goddamn ball." He furrows his brows as he passes you the ball, crouching down to meet you at eye level to try and guard you. You run towards the right of the court, pulling a pump fake before you pivot to get away from Yoongi's guard. You pivot hard and drive it up to the basket, only to fall on the wrong footing and twist your ankle on the way down. "Ouch, fuck!"

"Shit, Y/N!" Yoongi comes to your side, hand supporting your back as the other is on your ankle.

"I'm fine, leave me—"

"Stop being so fucking stubborn and let me help you." He says angrily. You don't say anything else while you fix your position on the floor. "Can you wiggle it at least?"

"Y-yeah." You wince as you wiggle your foot and roll it around a couple of times. Phew, at least this shit wasn't gone for good. But Coach Chu still wouldn't be happy to hear you sprained your ankle releasing your anger on Yoongi during a dumb game. Yoongi helps you stand, arm around your waist as he throws your arm around his neck and holds you steady by the wrist.

"Try walking on it."

"I can, but it hurts a little." Yoongi sighs.

"You just sprained it. Let's go get you some ice or something at the nursing center before going back to your dorm." You silently nod as you hang onto Yoongi for extra support, careful not to make the situation any worse than it already is. He has you sit on the chair within the nursing center, the nurse coming over to wrap your ankle nicely before giving you crutches and some instant hot compress to pop onto it. She orders for security to drive you two over to the dorm building in their go-cart so that you wouldn't have to do much walking on your foot while you focused on healing.

Yoongi doesn't leave your side, even after you've walked into your dark, empty dorm room, not really knowing where Clarice is at right now [possibly library]. He shuts your door and sits you on the edge of your bed, setting your crutches near your bed side and your instant hot compress.

"You need anything else?" Your head hangs low as you slightly chuckle and shake your head.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask him lowly before looking back up at him, tears clouding your vision. "Hm? Why, Yoongi?"

"You're hurt, why wouldn't I—"

"Hmm." You hum. "I'm hurt? So where the fuck were you after prom night? When I was hurt then, where the fuck have you been?" You began to cry.

"Y/N." His tongue swipes over his lips before he sighs. "I'm sorry." He says, close to a whisper.

"Are you? Because I don't think you really understand how bad you hurt me." You aggressively wipe away your tears while continuing to look at him, his body language soft and full of regret. "You didn't care about me."

"How could you say that? I cared—" He sighs as his head drops for a second. "I care about you more than you know."

"If you did then why the fuck was it so easy for you to drop me the way you did?!" You yelled. "You just don't do that to the people you care about, especially if it’s your bestfriend."

"Look, you're right. I have no excuse for the way I acted, and if I could turn back time to re-do it, I would. But I can't, and the only thing I can do is apologize and do my best to make it up to you." His bottom lip trembles as he steps closer to you, a small frown forming at the corners of his mouth.

"Yoongi." You cried. "I did everything for you, I stuck by you through everything, even during the times you didn't deserve that shit from me. But I stayed! I stood by you because you meant everything to me and god—" You groaned. "I needed you. I needed you and you weren't there! I fucking hate you for doing this shit to me but part of me will always have love for you no matter how fucked up the situation is. I will always drop everything for you. I will always care about you, and it's so unfair." It broke Yoongi's heart and he didn't know what to say, but he wraps his arms around you anyway, keeping you in a tight hug against his chest. He's surprised that you let him, even more surprised at how he feels your body soften under his touch.

"Fuck, I'm so, so sorry bub." He says lowly as he presses a kiss on top of your head. "I'm so sorry."

"Please don't ever go again." You cry against his chest.

"No, I'm not. I'm gonna be right here." He says hugging you tighter. "You're the only one who's ever understood me, who's ever kept it real with me. I don't deserve you, but I know damn sure I'll work hard to make up for letting you go in the first place." He places another kiss on top of your head. "I'm right here. Not going anywhere. I'm so sorry."

- - -

"THE STANFORD BOYS TAKE THE CHAMPIONSHIP!" The commentator screams into his mic, Yoongi running a lap around the court before he's cheering loudly with his teammates and joining the group hug. You run down the bleachers, dashing straight into Yoongi's arms while he swings you around.

"That's what I'm fucking talking about!" You squeal and giggle as Yoongi places you back down and plants multiple kisses around your face, hands resting on the small of your back.

"Let's get out of here." He whispers in your ear.

"I'll wait at your car, bighead." You wink, causing him to smile that gummy smile of his that you adore more than life itself.

There's obviously a huge party going on tonight to celebrate this huge achievement, but Yoongi says he doesn't wanna join for once. He's happy, yeah. But the way he wants to celebrate is in peace. After so long, he feels like he can finally say he's content with where his life is at and where it's going. He drives over to the nearest beach, backing into a space so the both of you could sit in the back and try catching all the shooting stars up above. Yoongi leans against the side of the trunk, allowing you to lay your head on his lap while you curled up beside him listening to the waves slowly crash against the sand.

"Saw one." He says, looking up at the sky.

"You're a punk, no you didn't."

"What?" He laughs. "How are you about to say that? I caught it with my own two eyes."

"Oop! I saw one!"

"Now that's a lie. I was looking up too."

"Shut up." You laugh, causing Yoongi to tickle you along the sides before he stops and plants a kiss on your lips. It's silent for a minute while the two of you take in the night view— The sky and ocean coming together as one, forming a view that seemed endless.

"Hey."

"Hm?" You hum as Yoongi's fingers gently brush through your hair.

"You know I love you right?"

"Ew with the sappy shit, Min Yoongi." He laughs.

"Seriously."

"I know." You smile up at him. "I love you too."

"Come here." He says softly, tugging you upwards. You sit up, allowing Yoongi to press his lips against yours. He pulls you in by your shirt, having you straddle his lap while he grips onto your hips and immediately grinds against you. You let out a small moan feeling how quickly he hardened, his cock hitting you in the right places as you continue to grind on him. "Fuck, wanna feel you babygirl."

"Here?"

"Yeah." He chuckles and bites onto his bottom lip.

"What, all of a sudden you're scared?"

"Fuck off." You fire back, releasing his hardened member from its confines as you stroke him gently. He tilts his head back in pleasure before tugging your shorts and panties to the side, enough for him to cop a feel of how wet you are.

"Baby's all wet."

"What're you gonna do about it?" You whisper against his lips, biting onto his bottom lip and pulling back slightly. He hisses at the sensation before he moves your hand from his cock and takes control. He pushes you upward, positioning you enough to line up with your entrance.

"Take this shit off."

"Yoongi, we're in public."

"So, you're all talk and no play."

"I hate you."

"Nobody's here." He groans. "Just take off your shorts, pleeease." He begs as he slowly strokes himself. You toss aside your shorts, Yoongi immediately hooking his finger at the bottom of your panties and tugging it aside in order to push himself into you. He does enough before he lets you do the rest of the work and sink down on his length, a gasp leaving your throat as you take all of him in. He grips your hips tightly, setting the pace as he groans into your neck, your fingers tangled in his hair resting at the nape of his neck.

"Shit, babe." You moan as you tilt your head back.

"Fuck, you always ride me so well." He presses light kisses against your neck before he's nipping at the surface.

"Godddd why do you feel so good?" You whimper.

"You like how I feel inside of you?" You nod. "Yeah? Like how my cock fills you up?"

"Never gonna get tired of it." You moan, Yoongi making you pick up the pace aggressively. Besides the waves crashing, the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin fills the car, along with your soft moans and Yoongi's groans. Your clit is constantly rubbing against him, causing the pleasure to build so quickly it becomes overwhelming. You try to hold off as much as you can but—

"My pretty baby. All I fucking need." He almost growls, the words enough to send you over the edge. You let out a loud moan, not even caring for the houses nearby as your orgasm hits hard and ripples throughout your body, sending aftershocks. Yoongi continues to have you ride him fast and hard, the overwhelming sensation causing a hint of pain to mix with more pleasure until you feel him feel you up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He groans as his nails dig into your skin, giving two good thrusts upwards into you to help ride out his high. You both sit in the position for a minute, trying to come back down from your highs. Yoongi gives you a delicate peck on the lips, smiling into the kiss before he pulls away. "Swear you're all I need."

"See, I don't know if I could say the same." He smacks your ass as you hike up and off of him to put on your shorts.

"Take it back."

"I'm kidding." You blush.

"My ride or die. Are you with me?"

"Always have been. Are you?"

"You know I am."

"Good. You know it takes two." He smiles before pulling you into another hug and pressing a kiss against your temple.

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kuronanox · 3 years

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Your Knight - Leopold Vermillion

"Leo." (Your Name) calls waiting down the hill for him waving her hands as the wind blows through the air, and the autumn leaves fly around them as he runs towards her with excitement, his smile ear to ear.

"I'm running away from my brother!" He tells her as they grab each other hands and run to the field where they would play together. "Princess and Knight?" Leopold asks her as she nods her head with a smile.

It was a cute little game they played often where the usual the knight saved the princess and there was a happy ending. "Wow your magic is so strong!" She says with sparkles in her eyes as he shot a baby fire out into the sky.

"You should see my brothers it's way better." He says as it explodes and they looked up to the sky to mesmerize it.

"You won't get in trouble being out here?" (Your Name) asks as she picked at the green grass and threw it into the air.

"Not if I don't get caught!" He chuckles as he slightly pushes her and she runs after him. "Hey that's not fair! I'm not fast." She pouts chasing after him.

"Huh?! Lame Leopold I didn't know you were one to play with commoners!" Solid shouts from afar with a smug smile on his face. (Your Name) gasps as she hid behind Leopold and watched Solid walk towards them.

"Come here little girl!" He says snatching her roughly away from the youngest Vermillion and threw her onto the floor. "Commoners like you don't get to have the luxury to hang out with us royals, got it!" He sneers kicking dirt on her dress as she looks down and lands hard on the floor.

"Leave her alone!" Leopold yells and threaten to use his magic on Solid but the older boy just scoffs and places his hands on his hips and chuckles.

"It's okay Leo, he's right. Commoners shouldn't speak to royals." (Your name) says trying to get up from the floor. Her voice was soft and shaking as if she was about to break down in tears.

"Shut up peasant! Who told you to talk!" Solid yells kicking her back to the ground as Leopold punched him in the face.

"What's little 8 year old Leopold going to do? Go snitch on me?" Solid taught as he laughs and dodges the punch before swinging his own fist hitting Leopold right on his cheek as the younger boy fell on the floor across from (Your Name). The two children look at each other with sadness written in their eyes.

"That's enough!" They heard a deep voice yell from behind as 22 year old Fuegoleon was watching with furious eyes and his mana flaring, carefully he picks up (Your Name) from the ground and looks towards Solids direction.

"Go home now!" He sternly says to Solid as the boy grew in fear and ran back to the Silva estates.

Fuegoloen holds (Your Name) as she starts to cry and wipe her tears as she says "I'm sorry Lord Fuegoleon I won't play with Leo no more."

Leopold runs besides them and sits on the ground next to them feeling ashamed he couldn't protect her from Solid and he didn't try his best to prevent it from happening.

"What is your name?" Fuegoleon asks kindly as he kneed down eyes to eye with her.

"It's (Your Name)." She sniffles as Leopold takes a hold of her shaken hand.

"It's a very pretty name, don't let anyone tell you who you can be friends or not friends with. We are all the same. I am thankful you let Leopold comes home everyday safely." He tells her with a smile as she looks up to him and nods with determination.

"Leo is my best friend I would never let him get hurt!"

"And I am thankful for that. You did take on a powerful kick."

Leopold squeezes her hand as she squeezes it back.

"Let's get you home now." Fuegoleon says carrying both Leopold and her in his arms.

"Aniue! I'm 8 years old I can walk myself!" The boy pouts as his older brother drops him and continues walking with (Your Name) on his back.

Once they reached her home she gave Leo a hug and Fuegoleon a shy smile before saying a farewell.

"Leo, I'll teach you have to defend yourself. How will you be her knight if you can't even protect yourself." He lectures as Leopold looks down ashamed, he kicks the ground and clench his fist with frustration. "Imagine if your sister was here."

"How do you know about that?" Leopold grimly says playing with his feet avoiding eye contact from his older brother.

"Don't think I don't know where you run off to everyday." Fuegoleon scolds as they walked back home together.

Now 8 years later Leopold was becoming a grown man and learning his full potential. He hadn't seen (Your Name) in a few years since she moved to the country side. He achieved so much after the fight with the elves and preparing for the fight with Spade Kingdom he was proud to say he was 100x stronger than he was years ago.

There were times he missed her dearly, someone he could run to and talk to about his royal problems or how training went but she was gone and all those feelings were kept hidden in his heart.

Although he was a happy kid he did have times where he fell into the dark. Like sometimes being the shadows of both his siblings.

"I miss her." He says sitting on the open field where they use to play, starring into the scenery and slightly cringing at himself. They were both children with imaginations never did he think he would ever be anyone's Knight but he was thankful it was to (Your Name).

Knitting his brows he wondered if she was doing alright, he remembered a time where he ate dinner at her house. Her parents were poor and they ate soups most night but he never had ill thoughts towards there life style.

Leopold remembers his younger self sitting next to (Your Name) as they ate potato soup and bread. The last of the bread her family could get. They offered him the biggest piece but he refused and let them have all the pieces. He finally realized how good of a life he was born into. As he drank the soup he remembers a feeling of warmth go down his stomach.

He realizes it was made with hard work and dedication, her family poured their heart and soul to support a roof on their heads. That night before he left home he hugged her tightly for a few moments longer as she questioned what was wrong with him. "I promise you won't have to suffer when we get older." he says seriously to her as she just laugh.

"Don't worry Leo, we were just born into different classes, some people have it worse than me."

Leopold smiles to himself as he made that silly promise that he wish to make come true, maybe in another lifetime it was worth trying. He couldn't even find out where she was at now.

"Leo let's go." Fuegoleon says from behind the younger boy, recently he would find him at the field whenever he had bad days or if he wanted to get out of the city. Fuegoleon wouldn't say much but take him home every night.

(Your Name) had returned to Clover Kingdom after a few years away, her parents making enough from farming to move back to the city. The place was still the same, nothing changed much besides some rebuilding from the damage that the elves had left behind.

"I wonder if I can see Leopold again?" She wondered looking at the capitol before going back into her family business.

"Why don't you go visit him?" Her mother said to her that night as she got ready for bed but she shook her head and remembered the brief memory of solid telling her they don't belong together.

"We are on a different level with royals, I was just a kid."

"Still, you guys were inseparable."

Walking into her bedroom she closed it slightly and laid in bed. Would Leopold still be the same boy he was years ago. People change and out grow sometimes. For all she knew he could have turned out snobby but that was not likely.

One early morning Leopold ran after a thief that he caught early as he was heading towards the fields. "Stop right there!" He yelled chasing the hooded figure as civilians were pushed onto the ground and caused a commotion around the city.

(Your Name) turned her head to find the hooded figure running towards her and the basket of bakery goods fell on the floor as she gasp and tried to get out of the grasp of the thief. "Let me go!" She shouted as she was lifted into the air with a rope around her neck.

"Let her go!" Leopold shouts from below with his fire spilling out of his hands, his face filled with anger.

"Leopold!" She yelled surprised to see him. He was tall, his hair more spiked and his tooth was growing out.

"(Your Name)?" He says confused, he didn't recognize her. She was a women now. "How many years has it been?"

The thief pulled the rope around her neck as she tried to get out of the grasp only to be dragged around as it choked her. "Help her!" Someone yelled from behind Leopold as he froze in place.

He trained for this, he had to show her how much of a man he became. He wasn't the little boy back then that couldn't fight back. Her cough echoed in his ears as tears fell from her face from not getting enough oxygen. "Fuck it."

Charging towards the hooded thief he threw a row of swirling fire as it went down a few yards and the place was fired up to where everyone had to evacuate.

The ropes burned off her neck as he grabbed her hand to safely. Only to grab the hooded figure and punched him onto the floor. Sitting over the thief he punched him one after another till his knuckle was bloody and bruised.

"Leopold stop! Your going to kill him!" (Your Name) echoed, pleading him to stop.

Focused on punishing the thief he was blacked out but was awake in his own world.

"You tried to kill (Your Name)."

"This thief tried to kill her."

"He tried to take her away!"

The thief was on the floor not moving as she touched his hand only to flinch back. Leopold body was burning with heat. He was angry. His eyes had murder written on them as she pulled his body back not caring how hot it was burning her.

"Leo!" She screamed as he looked back up to her.

"(Your Name)?" He says as she looked down at him with fear, glancing at the man on the floor not responding he lifted his fists to see them marked with red and purple.

"Stop, that's enough." She tells him as he looks around them. The place was covered in smoke and ashes. "You saved me it's enough."

Embarrassed he couldn't control his anger he yelled into his hands as she led him back to her place a few streets down.

After he settled down a bit, Leopold couldn't look into her eyes. "You must think lowly of me." He says with a whisper as she shakes her head. "No I don't, it's just scary how violent you got."

"It's only cause he was going to kill you! I had to protect you! Don't you know how it works here! The weak die unless they are strong enough and I wasn't going to lose you again!" He yelled as her eyes widen, Leopold had never yelled at her before.

(Your Name) had to understand they were older now, they weren't kids in a daydream anymore.

"I'm sorry." She says as he felt his stomach drop. Walking towards her he pulls her into a hug and dropped his head on her shoulder.

"I can't lose you again. You don't know what it's like to be the shadow of both my sibling and carrying the burden of the Crimson Lions when my brother was in a coma and when I had to fight the elves and train for the upcoming war with the Spade kingdom, it's just so much going on. I didn't have anyone to tell or go to."

(Your Name) wrapped her arms around his body and embraced him lovingly. He had grown up so much over the years she couldn't believe it.

"Leopold, I'm not scared of you, just shocked. I know you would never hurt anyone with out a reason. And I'm here now. I'm not leaving again." She rubbed his back as he hid his face by her neck. Like a baby cub he was yearning for warmth with the only place he found comfort. In her company.

"I'm no princess but I'm glad my knight showed up." She chuckled as he slightly smiled and embraced her tighter.

"I'll always be your knight and shining armor." Leopold says with a smile on his face.

(Author note: Leopold looks so good with the skip time! My baby ;-;)

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screesflanagan · 3 years

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My New Boss Part 35

Author note: So, first of all, I wanted to say I'm doing this because I want to learn my spelling, because English is not my mother language and because I enjoy it. If you find any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. Please kindly inform me about them, I would be happy. Thank you and now have fun reading! :)

Inspired by: the series: what's wrong with secretary Kim (I haven't taken over everything, just a little. The rest consists of my ideas.)

GIF: My own

What Is It

Ethan and I had a stupid meeting. I thought that we have our rest but it looks like we had to clarify something. That was the first time we'd walked hand and hand to a meeting just because Ethan took my hand and held it tightly in his.

We walked in and we got looks that I would prefer not to see but I knew at some point we had to tell everyone. What if there is more between us what I hope. How do we then explain that we are together so it is good that we have it behind us now.

I sat at the end of the table and looked directly at Ethan. From the sight of his beauty, I got tired but I had to stay awake and listen to everything until my part came up.

"Kim," says Ethan, and I knew it was my turn. I took my sheets and went forward. I put my sheets on the table. Tie my hair up and immediately see Ethan's look on my body and I hated it when he did and I was standing straight in front. I bent down and plugged in my USB stick to start the presentation. I smiled at Ethan and he showed me his wonderful dimples while smiling at me back.

I talked and tried to do the best I could even though I was easily tired. When I was done, Ethan got up from his chair and clapped. Suddenly everyone else stands up and claps. "Mrs. Legacy, you explained that great. We have a deal !! " says the buyer and Ethan look at me with the biggest smile in the world but I had a bigger one. "Mr. Jackson Foiss. You are a lucky boss to have such a wonderful powerful secretary," the man says, looking at Ethan. Ethan walks to me, hugs me from the side, and says "And a wonderful woman too." I blushed when I heard this. He kissed my temple and goes back to the table.

Ethan gave him a piece of paper to sign while I stood, making sure I'm dreaming. I wanted to scream with joy. The man signed all the pieces of paper and came to me before he went out. He stretches out his hand and says "I'm looking forward to the future work with you and your boss. Great presentation Mrs. Legacy" I smile and accept his hand "I'm very happy. Thank you for being here today" He also says goodbye to Ethan again and then leaves the room with everyone else smiling.

When the last one was gone Ethan closed the door. Tturns around and opens his arms with a big smile on his face. "Who rocked tha fuckin meeting?" he says with a slight laugh in a high voice. I run into his arms and say "We!" he hugs me tightly and we slowly swing left and right. "Nae Ya! Ya alone rocked it." he says and then kisses my forehead. "I'm so proud of ya. I knew yer were perfect for this job, but I dinnae know tha I would fall in love with such a wonderful, strong, smart woman." I blushed and said "Oh come on, I'm not that great" He lifts my eyes to him and takes my hands in his. "Really Kim. I love ya so much. I'm so happy tha I met ye. I can't imagine a day without yer." He kisses my lips and I say, "I love you too." I wanted to keep talking but his lips stopped my words and he kissed me gently and lovingly.

He took my hand in his and brings our fingers together. "Are ya ready for tha next and last one for today?" I smile at him and say "Always boss"

We got in the car and went on a 1 hour trip to another city because we were invited to watch and listen to a meeting. It was about whether Ethan would like to do business with him. While driving, I was on my cell phone answering messages from my friends when I heard a snore. Ethan fell asleep. I took his arm and put it around my shoulder. I put my cell phone aside, cuddle up to him and close my eyes.

Ethan's POV:

I open my eyes and see my driver waking me up. Kim woke up at this point too and we both looked messy and funny. We got out and went straight to the bathroom as long as we had the chance to prepare.

In the bathroom, she combed her hair when I looked at her from behind. "I'm looking forward to later," I say and she stops and immediately turns around. "Are you finally telling me why?" I laugh and wanted to go but she hits me on the chest and hits my back against the wall. She holds her came in front of the nose and says "I asked you something" I looked up at her from below and got hard. She is so incredibly pretty and hot. How can one not keep an eye on her? "I have somethin to do with ya" She laughs and bites her lip "tell me more"

I say "kiss and lick ya all over tha place" Her breathing got faster and her eyes went hungry. "I'll press yer to tha bed and fuck ya till ya're screaming ma name" She looks at my lips and says "continue" And I say "will ya see then" suddenly she grabs my neck and comes closer "you will tell me or". I laugh and say "Or?" she grabs my member who was already hard and says "Or you won't get anything from me" I pull her to me and press her firmly against the wall. I grab her neck and say "yer want to know? Alright" I pull her arms up and hold her tight. "I'll let ya feel an orgasm yer've never felt it before" I put her legs apart with my knees and do it in between. "Ye will have bite marks and hickey marks from me. All over yer body" I press my knee tighter against her and she moans softly "I will annoy ya till ya beg me to stop and," I say and grin at her at the end "and what daddy," she says with a groan and I let go of her and say "ya see then" and go outside.

Kim's POV:

He left me horny and crazy about him again. I went to the meeting after him. I sat down next to him and started him when he took out his materials and began to write. He saw it when I started him. He looks at me, points to the man who is talking and says "Tha music is playing there" he continues to write and I whisper, "But I want a different kind of music" He laughs and whispers as he came closer to my face. "Do yer mean tha music of our bodies colliding when I fuck ya?" I immediately blushed and he laughs at me. I lift up my folder so that my face cannot be seen.

I couldn't get my eyes off of him. When he bit his pen while thinking I got hot thoughts as he bit my body. When he licked his lips, I lost control of my thoughts and groaned. He immediately looks at me with big eyes and looks at my pants with the thought that my hand was in my pants even though it was on the table. He looks through the room to see if someone has heard it, but nobody has heard it. While looking at him, I took my hand and stepped into my pants while biting my lip. I played around with myself and he whispers "Kim" but I ignore it and got faster. I open my mouth when he looked straight into the eyes "Kim!" he says again in a deep voice. I let out a moan and he immediately jumped on what scared me. I immediately pulled my hand out of my pants when he said, "Excuse me, I have to take an important call with ma secretary." the man laughs and says "that is not a problem Mr. Jackson Foiss just come in if you can." He shows me with his eyes that I should go with him but I didn't do anything. He comes and whispers to me," Ya'd rather come with me or yer sleep alone today" I get up and say "What if I don't want " He laughs and says" Ye'd rather listen to yer boss. Mrs. Legacy" He emphasized my name with such a deep voice that I decided to go after him.

He looks wildly through the area and when he noticed that nobody was there he turns around and says to me "are ya out of ya mind !?"

I laugh and say "why daddy?" he grabs my neck and pushes me to him "I swear if ya keep doing this in there I'll throw ya firmly on this table and fuck ya in front of whole men. Do yer want it?"

I loved it when his eyes got darker and his voice got serious and deep. "No daddy," I say groaning. He lets go of my neck and I grab him on his pants "You can fuck me here" I say but he removes my hand and turns around. "What am I doing with ya?" I laugh softly as he turns around and says "I'll have ye picked up" immediately I say "No, you can't do that" he grabs my hip and says "I can do anythin I want darling" I moan against his lips "please daddy leave me here with you" he laughs and says "I hate ya for making everything so cute and sexy. One wrong move and I'll fuck ye on tha fuckin table in there whether ya want it or not" says he and goes in. I went with him and sit down again.

I behaved for 1 hour and he says "Good girl" and winks at me. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I continued to listen. I took his hand on my thigh and left it there. As he listened, I played with his fingers. I love his hand and his rings. "I want it inside" I whisper to him and he says "I know love"

I continued these games and annoyed him, which he didn't like, but I didn't moan. "Mr. Jackson Foiss. I would like to talk to you for a moment" Ethan smiles and nods. He looks at me and says

"Stay good or ya know what's going to happen. Don't forget what I'll do with ye later" I cross my arms and say "I hate you" he laughs and says "Ya want it this way"

he went out and the meeting went on when suddenly my cell phone vibrates. I open it and see that Ethan has written to me. "I'm thinking of yer right now" with a video. When I opened the video I saw how he massaged his member. I got horny and wet for him. I got up and went to the door. "Sit down" Ethan suddenly stood in front of the door and I wanted to pass him but he held me tight. "Didn't ya understand me clearly? Should I repeat myself?" I hated how much he annoyed me. I look at him and say angrily "No, I got it" the other men came behind him and looks at us. I smile at him and go back to sit down. Ethan ignored me the whole time after that and I did the same to him.

We finally finished the meeting and I couldn't wait to go home. We let out and Ethan looked around and then started walking. His car was there and his driver gets out and gives Ethan's key. Ethan drives to me and honks. I had to laugh while I got in "I've already seen you you don't have to hoot" he laughs and says "Oh no it wasn't because of ya, I just wanted to show everyone ma car" I roll my eyes and laugh "Idiot"

When he arrived, he helped me get out of the car and gave me the keys in my hand. In front of us was a large house that looked very nice from the outside. "I know how horny ya are. Go in," he says and winks at me. It was already at night when we walked towards the apartment.

I open the door and walked in. He closed the door behind me and my eyes went wide.

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ripspaghet · 5 years

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bff | 02

↳ series m.list | 00 | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 |

→ pairing: yoongi x reader

→ word count: 4,499

Prologue Summary; Your best friend's boyfriend takes an unhealthy interest in you and just as he shows up something from your past starts to creep up on you again. Could this strange and mysterious man have something to do with it? And should you trust him, or your instincts to run far, far away from him?

→ warnings: none yet.

That cute guy from this morning is Mina's boyfriend?!

Your eyes go wide as you recall all the inappropriate thoughts you had during your first encounter. If Mina knew...Oh, god. You couldn't even bring yourself to think about it. You felt so shameful and you hadn't actually done anything. You can't control your mind. How were you to know that this guy was Mina's boyfriend?

"Uh, nice to meet you." You wave at him trying to contain your inner shame and embarrassment, although your only left hanging in the wind. The corner of your mouth twitches as you watch Yoongi shrugs, Mina, off as if she hadn't said anything to him, opting to complain lazily without even sparing you a glance.

“I'm tired babe, please.”

Unbelievable.

"Oh," Mina glances towards you nervously, but you're too lost in thought to pay her any mind.

At first glance this morning you'd thought this guy would be more of a timid person, just based off his looks, but now you were seeing an intimidating, cold cloud looming over this guy's head. Not to mention how rude he was being. He completely ignored you just now when Mina introduced you and he was leaning away from her slightly as if she had the plague or something. His eyes stared in the opposite direction of her with an irritated frown resting on his lips that never seemed to alter.

“We can leave now. I'll see you in class on Monday ____?”

Yoongi turns his gaze over to look at you as Mina speaks and your eyes finally meet, although you just happen to be glaring at him rather than just looking, so you're forced to quickly look away out of sheer embarrassment.

"Alright, see you."

“You're that girl from this morning.” Yoongi's sudden words catch both you and Mina by surprise. Mina freezes in place, while you turn your attention back to Yoongi and meet his intimidating gaze again. He's eyeing you curiously, but you hold eye contact despite the now anxious feeling coursing through you.

“Uh, yeah.”

Mina smiles but in a forced way that made it obvious what she was thinking. “Oh? You two already met?”

“Sort of, ” Yoongi scratches the back of his neck and glances down towards Mina, “we bumped into each other by accident this morning after I stopped by.” His eyes flicker back to you, “Sorry about that, again. I was spacing out.” He lowered his head to you apologetically and you're suddenly taken aback by his change in behavior again.

“That's alright.” You nod, “I wasn't paying attention to where I was going either.”

Once he raises his head he stares at you blankly and you shift uncomfortably in your chair. What's this guy's deal all of a sudden?

“...Well, I should be getting home too. And it doesn't seem like Jimin is going to pop back up anytime soon.” You smile politely.

Mina tilts her head, “Isn't he your ride home?”

“Yeah, but I can just walk home. It's not too far.”

“We can give you a ride.”

You stop dead in your tracks as you'd been moving to get up from your seat. You meet Yoongi's intense stare again with surprise and it's rather obvious he hadn't taken his eyes off of you for even a second.

“Oh, ” You force another polite smile, “no, don't mind me. I'll be alright on my own.” You nod reassuringly at the couple. You wouldn't mind a ride with Mina, but this Yoongi guy? That was questionable.

“Are you sure? It wouldn't be a problem. Your place is on Yoongi's way home.” Mina was watching you closely. Almost accusingly watching your reactions and responses to Yoongi.

“I-”

“It's late and dangerous for a girl to walk home alone right now.” Yoongi interrupts you.

A nervous laugh bubbles up from your chest and you wave your hands in front of you. You knew all too well what Mina would think if you accepted his offer, despite what she's saying. “The walk isn't that far.” You take a step back away from them heading in the direction of the door, “I'll be fine. Trust me.” You give Yoongi a small thumbs up and start to turn away from him and Mina.

“You-”

“Goodnight to the lovely couple. I hope to see you around.” You wave at them.

You exhale a sigh of relief as the sounds of the city flood in through your open dorm window. The cool night air blows your hair back, strands flailing around freely. Your eyes are shut and your chin rests in your hands.

Lucky you, you'd made it home safely and managed to get here before your roommate. The walk here was quite honestly terrifying, seeing as it was a cloudy night and everything was pitch black except for the occasional street lamp. Anything could just run up at you and you wouldn't know until it was too late. Thank god you were safe now. Nothing could get you here. The sound of the doorknob jiggling startles you into opening your eyes. Maybe you jinxed yourself. You turn to face the door just as it swings open and a drunk brunette stumbles in.

“You're here?! Did you not hear me at the door? Why did you just sit there?!... God,” she shivers dramatically as she stumbles and pushes the door shut behind her, “why the hell do you have the window open?! It's freezing out there!” You cringe and scrunch up your face at her. Having turned off all the lights the girl across from you was unable to see your facial expression.

Out of all the students attending this university, it was just your luck to end up with one of the bitchiest ones. You're afraid she may burst one of your eardrums before this semester is over.

“Hm, late again I see.”

“Shut up.” You plop down in your seat next to Jimin whilst slamming your bag down on the table.

Jimin jumps a little out of shock, “Woah, you can't seriously be that mad at me for last night?”

Your eyes almost roll to the back of your head, “It's not you I'm mad at. My freaking roommate locked me out of the dorm last night. I didn't get any sleep. Although, I should be mad at you.” You turn to glare at him. He was the reason you had to walk home in the cold dark where murderers and kidnappers could have been lurking around any corner. You could be dead right now and it would be all Jimin's fault.

Jimin frowns, “Damn, you weren't kidding about her.”

“Of course I wasn't kidding Jimin. Why the f-”

“Ok, chill out, don't take it out on me.” He puts his hands out in front of his chest.

You let your head fall into your hands and your face scrunches up. Your eyes burn from your lack of sleep and the strong urge to cry, “You deserve to be yelled at by me, don't kid yourself. I could be dead because of you.”

"Look who's being dramatic now."

You can hear the smirk on his lips and it only causes you more frustration, "You're a jerk."

"Finally, you see it. Maybe you'll dump him now." Mina slides out the chair beside you and sits.

Jimin sighs whilst glaring at Mina then placed a hand on your shoulder, “I'm sorry, okay? I got way too drunk. I won't do it again. How about I make it up to you? You crash at my place and you can have my bed so you can get some well-needed rest. I'll sleep on the couch.”

“Absolutely not.”

He rolls his eyes, “Your so argumentative when you're tired.”

"Honestly, Jimin what makes you think she'd take you up on that offer? Everyone knows you just want to bang her-"

“I swear if you don't-”

"Both of you shut up or I'm going to sit somewhere else."

“Ok, fine, but just accept my offer. You know I don't mind.” Jimin leans back in his seat as the professor walks in and the class falls silent.

"I know you don't mind. That's the problem you perv."

Birds chirp and whistle while the breeze in the air shakes the upper tree branches, carrying the smell of freshly cut grass. Your next class is in half an hour and you'd walked back to your dorm earlier in hopes of getting some much-needed sleep just to find out your keys were locked inside along with all your other belongings. So, here you are now laying on a bench in the courtyard watching fluffy clouds drift above you. Jimin offered you go to his place various times, but you continued to refuse. It just didn't feel right and it was only because you didn't want to burden Jimin, despite the insulting reasons you threw at him while in class.

You huff and let your lids flutter shut. A second of shut-eye wouldn't hurt.

Noises slowly fade away and your mind is soon left in silence. You hear nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. You're asleep.

Lonesome.

Unbelievably lonesome, but so vividly whole.

Your heart surges within you at a well-known fear. No sound occupies this space. You're all alone here. Cast out from civilization and engulfed into a dark and terrifying reality that, for the most part, you refuse to accept outside of this world.

This place is empty. It always is, but this time...a light. Somewhere far off. A thin layer of water covers the surface below your bare feet. The sign of rain having recently passed through and the only thing making it noticeable being the cold feeling between your toes and the soft red light illuminating against ripples from somewhere in the distance. Where is that coming from? There's never light here.

Something cracks.

The sound of glass breaking echoed through the dark red hue of murkiness around you and a screeching alarm is heard almost immediately after, the sound being faint seeing as it is far from where you currently stand.

Something is wrong. Someone else is here.

Your feet move, patting against the wet floor and carrying you in the direction of the disturbance. Nothing here made any sense. Everything was always silent, dark, and the same. Something changing in this lonesome world was unorthodox.

Your ears ring with the sound of notes being played.

A piano.

You stop dead in your tracks.

“Do you normally sleep in public places like this?” Your entire body jolts awake at the feeling of someone flicking your cheek.

“What in the-” Your vision blurs with drowsiness.

“There are creeps everywhere. You're just asking for trouble when you lay around like this.”

“Oh,” You rub the sleep from your eyes, “Yoongi?”

He looks away from you, boredom plain on his features. His hair is less of a mess than the first time you'd seen him on campus and he looked less irritated too.

“Don't you have a class or something?”

"Uh," You fumble to pull your phone out of your pocket and check the time. You still had a few minutes to waste, "in a little bit. I didn't get much sleep last night so I guess I just dozed off. What are you up to?”

“I was just stopping by to see Mina.”

You look up at him in confusion, “You don't go here?”

“No, I graduated last year.”

“Oh, I didn't know you were so much older than Mina.” You gape at him in surprise. Mina is only a sophomore. She's even younger than you. You're a senior.

"I get that a lot."

You watch him as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other, watching as other students rush to their own classes disturbing nearby birds hopping around in search of food. Why would someone his age date someone so young? Who's still in school for that matter? Judging, by the way, he's dressed he makes a good amount of money, so surely he has a full-time job that pays well. How would the two of them even find time for each other?

"What do you do?" You blurt out the question without thinking and yoongi moves his gaze back to you and falls silent for a moment. He seems to be trying to read you like a book.

“I produce music.”

“Music?”

“Yeah.” His eyes shift away from you again.

“Ah, that makes sense.” He must make a lot of money and meet a lot of people. All of that would result in him being very busy all the time...but, Mina said he used to go out of his way to make time for her...so, it can't be work. Something else is going on.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” You shake your head, “you just look like someone who would be really into music.”

“Hm, ”

“Well, it was cool seeing you again. I should get to class now. It's good to be early so I can get a good seat.” You nod towards him. Why are you even trying to deduce what's going on with him? That's Mina's business. You shouldn't be acting so nosy. Mina wouldn't like it. Hell, Mina wouldn't like the fact that you've run into him again. She's so incredibly possessive when it comes to boyfriends. You were surprised that she didn't try to kill you yesterday. God knows she would've if the two of you were still in middle school. She almost took your ring finger clean off just because her boyfriend at the time was assigned to be your lab partner for a month.

“Yeah, ” He nods as you begin to turn to leave, “Oh, wait.”

You turn to look back at him, “Yeah?”

He stares at you for a good minute, inwardly debating whether to speak up or not, “Umm, never mind. Sorry, see you around.”

“Actually, can I ask you something else?" Yoongi stops and turns. It wouldn't hurt to see if you can get a little information out of him. Just to make sure he's not cheating on Mina. She'll thank you in the long run if it turns out he is in fact cheating.

"Yeah?"

"How well you know Mina?"

Yoongi's poster instantly turns tense at the mention of Mina and he breaks eye contact, "Well, she's my girlfriend. So, I'd say I know her well enough."

"Hm," This doesn't seem to be going well.

His eyes shift back to yours sharply as if he'd read your mind, "What's your point?"

"My point is can you even tell she's unhappy?" You snap back quickly, not appreciating his tone.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "I-"

"Because, if you can't, you don't know well enough."

"I know how she feels."

"Then fix it."

"I can't."

You narrow your eyes at him, "Why?"

The corner of his mouth twitches up into a grin and he laughs softly. You raise a questioning eyebrow and his smile still doesn't falter, "Mind your own business ____."

You blink up at slanted eyes and slim features with pursed lips.

Why is it always dark here? You can never fully see who surrounds you, only guess blindly. And what is so fearful in darkness anyways? Isn't seeing just as petrifying as not? You'd never understood the difference and yet here you stood submerged in darkness...and terrified of it.

What has brought on this fear?

Or maybe it wasn't the darkness you fear, but the feeling of impending doom that seeped into your skin and clawed at your insides.

“Go. Watch after your sister. Don't let her get hurt.” You nodded quickly despite the women in the driver's seat refusal to meet your eyes. You pull the small girl beside you out of the car.

It's time to go.

You could recall her hands being so small that they could easily slip from yours and back down to her side. And the tall evergreens behind the house always called her once she was free. She'd even told you once that the greenery whisper in her ear with the wind. So, you'd always have a good idea of where to look her if she vanished.

But there was no looking for her on that day because she hadn't just vanished. She had become something more than what she had been. One with that very same greenery, the voice that whispered in the wind.

And why is it…all of a sudden that man is here? And why him? Whoever he is, why do you hear his voice in the wind like you used to hers?

And again.

Glass shattering.

An alarm.

...the same melody playing softly on a piano.

“_____.”

Hm?

“Hey, wake up.”

Wait.

That voice. I know-

You jolt awake, a layer of sweat making your hair stick to your face in an unruly manner. The darkness around you is softly lit by an overcast stream of light shining in through a small crack in your curtains. Particles in the air can be seen floating in the stream of light and as you huff, they scatter around wildly.

Another nightmare, and, as always, you don't remember anything but the strange feeling it gave you, or... someone's presence. Who was it...

You bunch your blanket up in your arms, then gently push it aside before moving to dangle your legs off the side of your bed. The sudden lack of warmth causes goosebumps to rise on your skin and a shiver to run down your spine. It must be pretty cold out today. You stand up and grab your phone from your nightstand. Assuming the temperature dropped overnight you groan in anticipation of the frigid walk to class awaiting you. You rub your eyes and push your messy bed hair from your face then move the heavy brown curtains next to your bed aside. You raise your arms over your head and stretch your body out. You had a tendency of curling up into a ball while sleeping so when you woke you'd feel all twisted up.

"____!” Two bangs at the door startled you into whipping your head around, “Wake up! Please! Open the door!”

What the hell?

Your bare feet pat across your wood tiled floor and you slide on your slippers just before unlocking the door and pulling it open.

“What-”

“Ssh!” The boy quickly puts a hand over your mouth then pushes you back into your dorm room just before slamming the door shut behind him. He is still in his pajamas, his hair in a twisted mess atop his head, his brown eyes in a wide panic. Out of instinct, you raise your hand up and slap his arm. He flinches and jerks his hand away from your mouth.

“Ow, that actually hurt!” He rubs his arm in pain.

“What is all this about Jungkook?”

“I-” A loud bang erupts from the hallway outside your door and you shift your gaze to look past Jungkook.

“Oh, no,” Jungkook let out a quiet groan and runs his hand down his face, “she saw me.”

“Who-”

“Jungkook! Where did you go! Jungkook!” The voice comes from the hall as more banging is heard.

“I can't believe this,” Jungkook whispers shaking his head in what can only be described as pure fear. You frown up at the poor boy. Since you met this guy it always seemed that he was running. Seeing as how he came across as a really confident guy to girls because of the crowd he hung out, he attracted that same type of bold energy. The bad thing is that he is the exact opposite of the word bold when it comes to the opposite sex.

Unless given alcohol apparently.

“Jungkook, move.” You nudge his arm. Jungkook picks his head up to look at you just as the banging starts on your own door.

The boy also, for some reason unbeknownst to you, had a problem of attracting the most psychotic women ever.

“Please!” He whisper-yells, eyes wide and alert while shaking his head, “Don't open the door.”

“Move over.” You nudge him again, speaking calmly. He gulps, staring at you for a moment before quickly running for your closet.

You yank open your door as the girl starts to yell insults at Jungkook. Things such as, “You think just because you're handsome you can be so rude to me?! You're a cold-hearted no good-” Your eyes meet with hers, and you flash her a smile, “Oh, please, continue. I'd love to hear what you have to say about my sweet little brother at 7:00 in the morning, while everyone in the building is trying to sleep. I'd also love for you to continue banging on my door.” Jungkook still hadn't fully made it into your closet. He'd only manage to get one leg in before turning into ice behind you, staring in horror at the scene that was now unfolding.

“O-oh, I was-”

“Just leaving?” You finish the girl's sentence for her as she backs away from your door. She lowers her head to you respectfully, “Y-yes, I'll be going. Sorry for disturbing you.”

“Good, and stay away from my little brother from now on while you're at it, hm? You're going to traumatize him with these desperate attempts.” The girl's eyes nearly pop out of her head at your bold statement, “Have a nice day. Bye.” You give her another smile than shut the door in her face.

“Wha-”

You spin around nonchalantly towards Jungkook, “She would've just kept banging on doors. Also, if I didn't say I'm your sister she probably would've risen hell up from the depths of the earth.” You move Jungkook aside and begin sifting through your clothes, “I mean honestly Jungkook, how do you think this looks? You running to an older girl's dorm room to hide from another girl?”

“Oh…”

You grab a sweater and a pair of blue jeans, “You're gonna have insane rumors flying around about you if you don't be more careful.” When you turn around to face Jungkook he's turned away from you, trying to hide the harsh shade of crimson on his cheeks.

“S-sorry,”

“Hey, what's going on in that head of yours?" You pat him on the shoulder, "Don't be so tense. Go get dressed and let's get breakfast. I'm starving.”

“O-oh, yeah. I'll go do that.” Jungkook pointed at your door as he walked back towards it.

“Watch where you're-” His foot caught on something on the floor and he fell with a thud, “going.” You muttered the last part.

The rain coming down was more of a mist. Like small needles freezing your already red nose and nipping at your cheeks.

“Hurry up Jungkook!” You stomp as he slowly makes his way to you. You'd run ahead of him to escape the cold faster, but it did no good, seeing as Jungkook decided to take his sweet time.

“What's the hurry _______?” He watches you shiver as he approaches you with false innocence.

“Oh, don't even start with me.” You narrow your eyes at him. He laughs and soon picks up his pace as the two of you approach his class.

“You got that syrup all over me,”

“Me?? You're the one that was in my way.”

“You didn't need that much syrup.”

“Yes I-”

“_______! There you are!” You turned your head over to see a bright Jimin running over towards you, “You ditched me for this kid?” Jimin’s voice dropped to a deeper octave once he spotted Jungkook.

“Is that an inferiority complex I hear?” Jungkook cupped his ear toward Jimin.

“Hey!-”

“Anyways,” You roll your eyes at the two boys and begin walking, “bye Jungkook. Be sure to stay awake in class.”

“Yeah, don't fall asleep Kookie,” Jimin repeated in a condescending way.

“Jimin, shut up.” At the sound of your voice, Jimin finally started to follow after you, leaving Jungkook in peace.

“Who peed in your Cheerios this morning?”

“Ew, please don't put that image in my head.”

“Hm,” He looked away from you and up at the grey sky, “well, I see your actually up on time. I know I told you to meet me for breakfast, but I figured I'd just hope for the best when it comes to how you are in the mornings. I never thought you'd actually get up just to ditch me for some freshmen.” Jimin droned on dramatically, raising his voice an octave when he felt you weren't listening.

“I keep having strange dreams.” Jimin’s mouth clamped shut as he left his train of thought behind for a newfound interest.

“Oh?”

“I can't remember exactly what it was...but-”

“Isn't that normal for you?” Jimin rose an eyebrow, “Since when do you not have strange dreams?”

“Okay, yeah, but this one was about someone...Some guy. I can't remember his face or what was happening, but his voice-”

“Oh my! _______!” Jimin jumped with surprise as you turned a corner, “You had a sexy dream about someone!?”

“What?” You look at the yellow-haired boy as if he lost his mind, “We're not in high school Jimin.”

“What happened in the dream?” Jimin smirked at you like a 2nd grader and bumped his shoulder with yours suggestively.

“Are you brain dead?” You push Jimin a few inches away, “I said I don't remember what happened in the dream.”

Jimin sighed, losing interest, “That's boring.”

“Wow, sorry I couldn't entertain you.”

“I'm joking.” He laughs, “You have my undivided attention _______. Continue.”

“Right,” You wrap your fingers around the strap of your book bag, “his voice was familiar, and I'm sure I know him. I just can't put my finger on it.”

“Do you remember the feeling the dream gave you? Was the voice soothing? Or did it cause something more like stress?”

“I'd say both, but one more than the other.”

Jimin scoffed, “It must have been about me. There's no way you'd dream about any other man. You love me too much," He waved his finger at you then turned away to sigh dramatically, "and unrequited love can consume a person.”

“What unrequited love? And the only person dreaming about you, is you, idiot.”

“Just admit it _______. How could you not dream of me? It's not like any other guys talk to you. It's gotta be- OW!”

“I talk to tons of guys!”

“Little Kookie doesn't count.” Jimin pats your shoulder and lowers his voice again, “He's not a man.” He holds up his arm and flexes.

“Oh, but you are?” You reach up and pinch Jimin's bicep causing him to let out a high pitch scream.

“Hey! Why would you do that!” Jimin yelled over your laughter, “How would you feel if I pinched you!” He reaches for your arm but you dodge him and run.

“Yah! That's not fair!”

“You snooze you lose Chimchim!”

“Don't call me that!” He whined like a child after you.

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#bts au #yoongi angst #yoongi x reader #yoongi au #yoongi scenarios #suga angst #suga x reader #suga au #min yoongi #jimin #taehyung #rm bts #namjoon #jungkook #bff

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Buster & Rio

Buster: I was about to ask my parents if you could stay and it turns out Nance already has Buster: You could've told me I wasn't your fave any more Rio: 😂 Rio: You're still my fave, I'm just the fave of everyone, I can't help it Buster: [a pouty face selfie] Rio: You can't just ambush me like that Rio: you're too cute, its dangerous Buster: Well you're mine so you can't be anyone else's Rio: You can say that again though Rio: please Buster: You're all mine Buster: And not only 'cause you've got such good manners but I'm not mad about it Rio: Well please tell me they said I could come Buster: Nance scraped a C on some essay which is like a Dyslexic A, I guess, so Buster: They couldn't really say no Rio: Yay! Rio: She's really come through Rio: my dad should be home in an hour or so, I'll ask then Buster: I would've Buster: You know I've been on my best behaviour, babe Rio: I know Rio: trust me, it'll be way more fun for me to praise you than your parents though Buster: You can't just ambush me like that Buster: You're too fucking hot, its dangerous Rio: I know Rio: you still have to work out when we can be alone Buster: Remember when we were younger and she could never stay up as late as me, that's still true Buster: Never gets up as early either Buster: Or comes to see me fight, so she has no idea how long that lasts Rio: This is why I like you best Rio: never enough time but definitely better than we have had Buster: I'll make more, those are just the most obvious Rio: I can't wait to see you again Rio: like actually, I'm sick of not being with you Buster: I feel that too Buster: You'll have to get some new habits we can make the most of for the weekend, like taking really, really long baths Rio: That sounds pretty fucking good anyway Rio: I'm fine with being that bitch Buster: And it's not your fault that her en-suite doesn't have a tub in it Rio: 🤷 Rio: needs must Buster: You're an animal person too, right? So you have an idea how much exercise this dog needs Buster: And how easy my sister is to distract on a walk as long as she's got her 📷 Rio: True Rio: you really are helpful, like Rio: 🤴 Buster: I've had loads of time to think about how helpful I could and wanna be to you Buster: Like you said, needs must Rio: I know what you mean Rio: I just can't believe its actually gonna happen outside of my head Buster: You'll believe it, baby Buster: You won't be able to deny it Rio: Good Rio: That's all I want Rio: for it to be real Buster: I know, me too Buster: But nothing's ever been more real than how I feel about you Rio: I'm so Rio: how do you exist and how are you so perfect for me Buster: The first one is a question for my parents that I ain't asking 'em Buster: We're perfect for each other though Rio: Fair 😏 Buster: How are you then? Buster: Other than perfect and missing me Rio: Ugh, bored Rio: been on my best behaviour too to increase the chance of a yes Rio: school is really boring when you just do the work, like Rio: how about you? Buster: Same Buster: I haven't been out or fuck all 'cause I thought I was gonna be the one to put the idea to my parents Buster: Cheers Nance Rio: Baby 😞 Rio: We can go out Buster: You're worth it and I wouldn't wanna be on their shit list while you're here Buster: This way we can go anywhere and do anything you want Rio: It will be worth it Rio: every second Buster: I know Rio: I convinced Edie to do the boxing with me Rio: she liked it Rio: maybe one time I can bring her to see you Rio: after I've had some time just for me, selfish like that Buster: I'll teach her some more shit when I'm next back Buster: If she wants Rio: I think she would Rio: you might get a queue though Rio: Indie and Janis then has to have a go, like Buster: They should all know how to protect themselves anyway Buster: Nance won't let me show her Buster: Some man hater she actually is, like Rio: She's very Rio: a pacifist, I think we'll call it Buster: You can call her a pussy, I won't tell her Buster: I'll teach you again too, so you're safe when I'm not there Rio: I'll stick with my word, like Rio: You don't need to worry about me Rio: I can look after myself Buster: Let me show you and I won't need to worry about you 'cause you'll be able to look after yourself even better Rio: You can just say you wanna pin me, its fine 😏 Buster: I could but I reckon it goes without saying Rio: Oh but I like hearing it Buster: Oh, in that case Buster: [voice memo time] Rio: oh Rio: well, fuck Buster: Bored ain't the word now, is it, babe? Rio: I can't think of any words Buster: Let me help you Buster: [another voice memo cos he's extra] Rio: Buster Rio: you're making me Buster: Rio Buster: I wanna make you Rio: What are you gonna do when you first see me again? Buster: Everything we didn't have time for Buster: And everything we did Buster: But slower Rio: You're trying to kill me, I swear Buster: That wouldn't be very 🤴 of me Rio: I think you're something different than a prince Rio: better than but definitely no prince I've ever seen Buster: Tell me Buster: I wanna hear what you think Rio: A king Rio: maybe Rio: that's better than a prince Buster: You just wanna be a queen and get a crown instead of a tiara Buster: Okay, you've got it Rio: Don't I deserve it? Rio: besides, princes are only good for slaying dragons and evil stepmums and I don't want you for that Rio: I wanna rule with you Buster: 'Course you do Buster: But you can have more than just a castle, you know Rio: Yeah? Buster: There ain't no limits for us Rio: two castles Rio: and a penthouse Rio: and a mansion Buster: And every car you said you wanted when we played that game, yeah? Rio: Exactly Rio: Do you still wanna be a footballer? Buster: I wasn't scouted Buster: They pick kids up well young now, like Rio: I won't have to fight any WAGs at least Rio: and you're gonna be the best defense lawyer ever Buster: Shame, there's a fight I wanna watch Rio: 🙄 oi Buster: Come on, don't you wanna let 'em know that I'm yours Rio: There are other ways Buster: I'm not saying you can't do those as well Rio: I bet so many girls at your school fancy you Buster: Yeah they do Rio: but you like me best Buster: I only like you Rio: Good Rio: I've only ever liked you Buster: What about your ex? You said you liked him Rio: Not the same Rio: nothing close Buster: Good Rio: You knew that Rio: I can't like anyone else whilst I still like you Buster: I wanted to hear it again though Buster: 'Cause I really miss you Rio: Well my da just came in so give me five to convince him and I'll basically be on my way Buster: Okay Rio: [time lbr he's a pushover especially for her so not long lol] Rio: 😁😁😁 Buster: Thank fuck Buster: If he'd said no I'd be getting on a plane instead and that ain't best behaviour Rio: I was pretty sure he would, but your parents had called ahead so didn't even need to worry Buster: 'Course they would've Buster: I didn't even think about that Rio: I owe Nancy harder than she can know, like Buster: As much as that winds me up Rio: You're clearly gonna get the IOUs, and without having to put in as much work Rio: think of it that way Buster: I know, but I can't help also thinking if she wasn't around it could just be me and you Rio: Yeah Rio: but there's no way we can swing that Rio: not yet anyway Rio: when we're older I can get a hotel or something instead Buster: Yeah Buster: And it'll be easy to sneak off when we come back to Dublin, fam functions are always a free for all anyway and St Paddy's is the messiest by far Rio: Seriously Rio: we can do anything Rio: be loud as we want too Buster: What a fucking relief Buster: I'm sick of holding back so nobody hears us Rio: its so rude Rio: I've been waiting to hear you for so long Rio: I should be able to whenever I want Buster: Rio Rio: Yes? Buster: I'm so glad that your parents got married and mine made me go Rio: Me too Rio: I already feel like we wasted loads of time but it could've been so much longer Rio: or never Buster: The night before when I was at that party I was convinced it was gonna be never Rio: We'd silently agreed that it was Rio: I guess Buster: The thought of seeing you was such a headfuck Buster: Now it's all I want Rio: Are we insane Buster: Maybe Buster: But I don't care, as long as we both are Rio: Me either Rio: we can do this, can't we Rio: it doesn't need to be the drama we were scared it would be Buster: You know we can do anything Buster: It'll only be a drama if other people find out, which they won't Rio: Exactly, not amateurs Buster: Never have been Buster: Well, except when I headbutted you in the face Buster: That was pretty amateurish of me, like Rio: You were so adorable Buster: Shut up Rio: You were though Rio: it was really hard not to kiss you but you wouldn't let me Buster: I hurt you, it scared me Rio: Baby Rio: you're so pure Buster: No I'm not Buster: You are Rio: Its a good thing Buster: I'm surrounded by cunts, remember Rio: I know Rio: I know you have to be different Rio: but not when you're just with me Buster: They'll never change us Buster: Nothing will Rio: It can't Rio: like you said, we both tried Buster: Exactly, if I can't do it, they've got no chance Rio: Facts Rio: Also no lie how hot you are Buster: Good Buster: Don't lie to me Buster: No matter what Rio: I won't Rio: you don't to me Rio: whatever, I can handle it, alright Buster: I know you can Buster: And I know that we can't tell anyone but can I at least tell the girls at school that I'm not single so they fuck off? Rio: You want to? Buster: It's fine if you don't want me to, it's just that loads of 'em message me all the time Rio: It's cool with me, if you want to do it Rio: I mean, really cool Buster: You're so cute, stop it Rio: I was thinking we'd have to have that conversation Rio: and I didn't think it'd go that way Buster: How did you think it'd go? Rio: That we'd agree to see other people too and I'd just have to not think about it ever Buster: Baby, no Rio: This is why you're the best Rio: because I really don't wanna do that Buster: I'm not sharing you with anyone, end of Rio: I don't wanna be shared Rio: I wanna be yours Buster: You are mine Buster: So why would I kiss any more girls pretending they're you? Buster: I'm not stupid Rio: You're everything I need Rio: This weekend is going to be everything you've ever imagined Buster: Yeah I am and it will Buster: I don't need or want anyone else to touch me ever again Rio: I'm never going to get tired of touching you Rio: hearing you, tasting you, none of it Buster: Don't Rio: How could I Rio: I'm not stupid Buster: I love you Rio: I love you too Rio: its so Rio: to finally say it Buster: I wanted to say it in person first but I really fucking love you Buster: Waiting to say it seems stupid Buster: Like you said, we've wasted loads of time already Rio: Well I might be crying so that's probably for the best Rio: slightly less embarrassing Buster: I told you not to when I'm not there to wipe your tears away Rio: Only happy tears Rio: promise Buster: But still Rio: Okay, no more tears, I'm fine, this is all so casual Buster: I'll distract you Buster: Pick a game Rio: play MASH with me again Rio: I want a better future Buster: You're gonna be every one of my crushes though Rio: Of course Buster: And I'm gonna give you the best future no matter what it says Rio: Tell me about it Rio: we don't need a game Buster: What do you wanna know? Rio: What our futures gonna look like Buster: Well, we'll live there obviously 'cause it's always been home but we'll have loads of other houses anywhere else we want Buster: Like America when I go study at Havard Buster: Or in Brazil for when you miss it Rio: you'll love Brazil Rio: its like a party all the time Buster: I hate that we can't go in the summer, it's shit not being old enough to go places like that on our own Rio: I know, always have to go everywhere with everyone else Rio: we'd have so much more fun just us Buster: When we're older, all you have to do is name a place and I'll take you there Rio: I wanna go everywhere with you Rio: its shit being anywhere you're not Buster: In the future you won't have to go anywhere without me Rio: Sounds like heaven Buster: You're like heaven, 'cause if there is one it'd be a place where I feel like this, right? Buster: Where I never have trouble sleeping or get angry about stupid shit and I get to kiss you as much as I want Rio: I want you to feel like that all the time, you know Rio: you should, you deserve it Buster: You make me feel better than I thought it was possible to Buster: Being with you has been like, not a dream 'cause mine are shit, but a worthwhile reality or whatever Rio: I feel it too Rio: you make me feel safe, and not just because you taught me how to fight Rio: and seen, but not how everyone else sees me Buster: You are safe, I meant it when I said I'd do anything for you Buster: And yeah, I know you, the same way you know me Rio: I believe you, I knew that even when we weren't talking Buster: Nothing and nobody's gonna make you feel shit 'cause they'd have to go through me to try it Buster: That's always gonna be true even if one day you don't love me any more Rio: That day won't come Buster: Good Rio: I've always loved you Buster: I've always loved you too Rio: I'm scared I'll wake up and none of this has happened Buster: If that ever happened all you'd have to do is wake me up as well and let me prove to you how real it is Rio: Okay Rio: I might ask for some proof, even if I don't actually need it, 'cos that sounds 🤤 Buster: You can have whatever you ask for Buster: And loads of shit you don't that I'm just in the mood for Buster: Or I know that you'd like too Rio: I want what you want Rio: that's what I like, making you happy Buster: See, you're the one that's pure Rio: Depends what you want Buster: I want you Rio: I'm yours forever Buster: You're in every fantasy I ever had, you know Buster: My imagination is full of you Rio: It doesn't have to be just imagination now Buster: Until you're here though Buster: But I've waited way longer before Rio: Counting down the hours pretty much Buster: If you hadn't told me to get something that reminds me of you it'd be so much harder Buster: I'll have to give you something you can take back Rio: What did you get? Buster: Didn't I tell you? Buster: I found the perfume you were wearing to the party Rio: How did you even remember Rio: that's so Buster: How could I forget? Rio: I love you Rio: and I'm so glad its you, you know Rio: if I loved anyone else I'd be disappointed Buster: I'll never disappoint you and I know you couldn't do it to me either Buster: I love you so much, Rio Rio: I won't Rio: I'll be perfect, trust me Buster: You are and I do Rio: You ain't seen nothing yet, like Rio: don't know just how 😇 I can be Buster: Well, I don't like not knowing things Buster: You better show me Rio: When I'm there Rio: patience is a virtue and all Buster: We've both been patient enough Rio: You think we'll both still get in? 🙏 Buster: I told you, I'm already there Rio: Me too Rio: How do you do that? Rio: Make me feel this good without even being here Rio: That's some godlike power, never mind being a king, THE king Rio: fuck Buster: Jesus Buster: I thought we couldn't have more fun than when I make it difficult for you to talk but if you're gonna keep saying shit like that, I'm gonna change my mind Rio: Both Rio: we can definitely do both Buster: I'm not letting you leave London until we do Rio: I'm in no rush to leave Buster: I couldn't be in more of a rush to get you here though Rio: Seriously Rio: what should I bring Buster: Obviously your highest heels Rio: Of course Rio: not that you need the excuse now Buster: Depends where we are Buster: I'll take any excuse if I have to, like Rio: That's true Rio: and who with, obviously Rio: I won't wear them on the plane, they probably count as a deadly weapon Buster: I'll still carry your bags and you Rio: Maybe wait 'til your parents aren't there though Rio: at least with me Buster: They're always on at me to have better manners Buster: But fine Rio: 😏 Rio: You can see how well it goes over but might ruin all your hard 😇 work Buster: Like I said, you're worth it Rio: 😊 Buster: And we've got our own heaven whenever we want it, so there's no need for me to worry about what happens if they wanna kill me Rio: 'cept you did promise you wouldn't die Buster: Babe, come on, they can try, it don't mean they'll succeed Buster: You know me better than that Rio: Yeah, I do Rio: its just gonna be hard to not immediately kiss you, that's all Buster: So we'll find a way Rio: Yeah? Buster: There has to be one Buster: If nothing else give 'em the wrong gate and give me the one you're actually coming in at Rio: 😂 Rio: I don't think they're falling for that Rio: like you said, we've waited longer Buster: That's the last resort, I'll think of something that'll work better Rio: I have all the faith in you, like Rio: also have too many clothes for a weekend Rio: hmm Buster: Shame I can't say you won't be needing 'em Buster: Not until we have our own place anyway Rio: then clothing is pretty much not allowed unless you look really, really good in it Rio: 'cos then I need to take it off you myself, obviously Buster: You look as good in everything you wear as you do out of it, so I'm honestly fine with that rule Buster: But for now, leave space in your suitcase for everything of mine I'm gonna give you Buster: And everything I'm gonna buy you Rio: 😍😍😍 Rio: I'm hearing check a bag instead of doing carry-on Rio: I want your comfiest clothes but they gotta smell like you a lot so put 'em on now, like Buster: Check a bag so I can get in it and come home with you Buster: [selfie of him wearing that loungewear that you know is pricey af and looks so good on him cos that bitch] Buster: If I'm not careful they're gonna all smell like you too 'cause I made sure to spray my sheets Rio: damn Rio: we're gonna end up smelling like each other Rio: it'll be a good combo Rio: not mad about it at all Buster: Me either Rio: how do you do that Buster: You're gonna have to be more specific Rio: look like that Rio: all the time Buster: I could ask you the same question, you know Rio: How could I not fancy you, like Rio: who can blame me, yeah Buster: Don't ever stop, okay? Rio: I promise Rio: Its literally impossible so I ain't worried Rio: you don't need to be either Buster: Good Buster: I'll focus on how much I miss you instead Rio: I'm okay with that Rio: there's plenty I can do about that before I've even stepped foot on the plane Buster: This is why you're my fave Rio: I better be Buster: Who else could even come close? Rio: No one Rio: don't go find out for yourself yet, okay Buster: All I'd find out is how right you are about that and I already know that Buster: I don't waste my own time and I definitely won't waste yours on any of that kind of bullshit Rio: I can't keep telling you how amazing you are but like Rio: I also can't not if you keep upping it Buster: You can tell me anything Buster: The fact is, I need you, just you, end of Buster: I'm not just saying it as a compliment, like Rio: I feel it too Buster: This weekend I'm gonna make sure you do feel it Rio: please Buster: Everything you do and say gets to me Buster: But that especially Buster: You're gonna have to leave all your manners in Dublin or I'm not gonna be able to pick you up from the airport Rio: but Rio: okay Rio: do it Rio: how's that Buster: Oh fuck Buster: Well that's not any better, just different Rio: You'll have to make it so I can't say anything then, like you said Buster: Yeah Rio: 🤐 Buster: [sends her some more pics to try and test it like we're all gonna die if we don't figure it out] Rio: 😩😠 Buster: [a voice memo like gotta up the stakes here, do you though boy or are you just being rude] Rio: you aren't playing fair Rio: or nice Buster: None of my fam will from the moment you arrive Buster: They'll just get in the way of us Buster: But if you need me to call a truce for right now, tell me Rio: No, you're right Rio: I can handle it Buster: I love you Buster: We can handle it Buster: Together Rio: We always have Rio: we can do this, I know it Buster: Exactly Buster: It'll be easy compared to some of the other shit we've done Buster: And even if it ain't, fuck all's harder than pretending I didn't care and I did that for ages Rio: I'm sorry Rio: that you had to do that Rio: that you do Buster: Don't Buster: It's not your fault and you never told me to do it Rio: I'm still sorry about it Rio: I wanna be good to you, even if we have to hide it Buster: I know and you are Buster: You were even when I wouldn't let you be Rio: do you wish it was someone else Rio: so it'd be easier Buster: No Buster: Fuck easy, who am I, like Buster: Shit's not worth having unless you fight for it Buster: And I'm ready to do that for you now Rio: I love you

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Diji si (con @InTheHandsOfFate, @TemptsYourTaste, and @HowsMyHairLook)

Memphis (@InTheHandsOfFate):

|Looking up at the attendant, I was quick to hand over our cash to pay for entry. We both had been looking forward to this day for weeks and with the warmer weather, I had made the decision that today was the day for an outing. It wasn't long ago that @AFuerteRosa had announced we were expecting and that she was carrying our child. The fact that we were going to be having a little girl wasn't lost on me either and with each passing day, the excitement simply grew. Leaps and bounds, as they say. The days of nesting were still in full swing but some fresh air and those animals @AFuerteRosa loved so much, were a small order, I didn't mind filling. Placing my hand at the small of her back, I escorted her inside and chuckled, seeing that glow across her features even in the sunbeams of the afternoon, kissing her skin the way it did, I couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man alive.| So which is first, the red pandas or elephants? What does my Cara Mia want to see, hm?

Lita:

•I was practically vibrating with excitement as @InTheHandsOfFate paid our way into the zoo. It had been forever since I had been here. And the fact that he suggested it, knowing my passion for all things animal, made me smile every time I thought of it. As soon as we stepped through the entrance, I paused to close my eyes and relish the warmth of the sun on my face before opening my eyes and turning to look at you• Red pandas! •nods matter of factly before reaching for your hand and pulling you immediately in the direction the sign was pointing•

Memphis:

|Chuckles once more when you start pulling me down the ramp, loving the excitement that seemed to radiate from you and I let you lead the way. Passing by each sign for the exhibits until we saw the next tour guide, listening as she starts to go through the specifics of how important it was to not feed them and I wrap my arms around you from behind when you step up to get a closer look.| They really are your favorite aren't they?

Lita:

•my pace picking up as soon as their exhibit comes into view, and finding myself a spot right up against the fence as I go up on my toes, eyes scanning the trees until one of those fluffy tails catches my attention causing me to let out a little squeal• Mira! •points to the tree just in time for a cute furry face to pop out too, laughing excitedly• See him? •leans back into you as I look up at you over my shoulder• They are. •brings my eyes back to him• My absolute favorite.

Memphis:

I see him. |Laughing, I run my hand over your bump, feeling a small flutter against my hand and I can't help but grin at that. Knowing how excited you were, I let you continue to get lost in the sight of the red pandas a little longer before pressing a kiss to your shoulder, urging us on to the next one.| If you get this excited about coming up here, we will make it a regular thing, Cara Mia. |Hearing that squeal again, I see elephants come into view and stop to see the baby ones with you.|

Lita:

•takes one last look over my shoulder at the pandas before moving on with you• We should! •brings my hand to my bump• I want her to see them too. We need to bring her here as... •stops mid sentence to let out another squeal of delight when my eyes land on a baby elephant• Que lindo, amor! •laughs at the way it swings its trunk to entertain itself before turning to whisper in your ear• I want one of those too.

Memphis:

Every chance we get. |Finishing that sentence, I grin wider and watch the baby elephants with you. Laughing hard when the list of animals you want on the property continues to get longer and I give your hand a small squeeze when you whisper.| I think it's safe to say you want if we could by the zoo, we would. I will do my best though to give you every desire of your heart. That's my plan anyway. |winks when I see that blush creep up and I gesture to the sign, seeing the giraffes were coming up next.|

Lita:

•laughs at the way you pulled out that smooth way of telling me no again• You are so good, mi amor. I’m not even pouty that you won’t let me own the zoo when you say things like that. •laughs again as I come to a stop in front of the giraffe pen, humming in admiration at their height before flicking my eyes over to the cart selling food for them• Let’s do it! •points to the cart• Por favor?

Memphis:

|Pulls the cash out of my pocket and hands it to you, watching you go with a grin.| Si, you can feed them. |Seeing you smile so bright, how could I say no to that face? Walking up beside you, I held out my hand for a few, chuckling when you shake your head at me and laugh.| Oh, out of the pail? |Laughing with you, I took great enjoyment watching you feed them. Opting to keep my hands on your hips instead while you did when I changed my mind.| How about we grab some lunch ourselves, Cara Mia? Are you hungry? I think I heard they have a special food court today. I could go for some. |Looking up to see the Giraffes moving down the fence line, I gather up the pail from you and hand it back, taking up your hand next to lead you.| I promised you dessert too. That pretzel still calling your name? |chuckles, passing by the kola bears with you, pausing long enough for you to take them all in, before we made the last bit of track to the food court. Leaving the lions for last.|

Lita:

•that big purple tongue coming out of the giraffe’s mouth has me laughing as I cringe away briefly until I finally get used to it• Que hermoso. •tentatively reaches out to touch its nose, but jerking it away again when it pulls its head back• Lo siento,amor. •sighs happily as we walk around, the mention of food causing my stomach to growl• Special? What kind of special?

Memphis:

Just different ones. Several trucks in fact. |Giving your hand another gentle squeeze, I take the path that leads us out to the food court, by passing several of the different vendors the zoo had there today, only to grin wide when I see @TemptsYourTaste and his truck, front and center.| Smells amazing, my friend. |Calls out ahead to @TemptsYourTaste, seeing that bounce in your step when I do.| Get whatever you're craving and double it, Cara Mia. |Presses a soft kiss to your cheek before watching you go up ahead in the line.|

Lita:

•the second I smelled @TemptsYourTaste truck, I knew exactly what both me and the jalapeño wanted. If I weren’t so focused on the smell of tacos, I would have laughed at my laser focus as I kept my eye on the truck when you placed that kiss to my cheek before stepping into line•

Beau (@TemptsYourTaste):

°eyes the absolutely ravishing and expectant mama as she hits up my truck - a wise decision° Well, well, what do we have here besides a refreshing drink of sangria and that to-die-for pinup 'do? Tell me, what are you and the little one craving?

Memphis:

The only thing I can tell you for sure is we would like two lemonades. |Chuckles while we both look over the menu on the side of the truck, knowing my mouth was already watering and I nudge @AFuerteRosa arm gently, whispering against her ear| Go on, don't be shy. Anything you want, Cara Mia. The sky is the limit. |Giving you a wink, I watched as you stood there, thinking it over as you rubbed over our little nina. Moving to check out what desserts @TemptsYourTaste might have.|

Lita:

•goes up on my toes and eyes the grill with the corn and without even looking at the menu blurts out• Elote. •laughs at myself, bringing my eyes to @TemptYourTaste’s face, flushing slightly at both my outburst and the compliments• Gracias, hermoso. •smiles brightly• Pero...I definitely want elote. •nods• And the chicken pineapple tacos. Y...guacamole? •leans to look at your salsa selection• Oh, and salsa verde. •glances down at my hand on my belly as if to apologize for my demanding appetite, tacking on another• Por favor?

Beau:

°flashes a dazzling smile, the Aph in me breaking through like the diva she is° Your taste is fabulous, you will not be disappointed. °eyes your man° Ladies first and then I'll get you, guapo. °winks and gets to it, pouring you both some fresh squeezed and setting it outbefore dressing the roasted corn in an Elote fit for the queen of England, because who cares if it's her thing. Seeing to the rest of the order, serving it up and dishing it out.° A moment on the lips but it won't hit those hips. Promise. °slides the items your way° It's a good thing you've got some man candy to help you out. We haven't even got to your happy ending yet! °holds a hand to the side of my mouth, whispering° That's dessert.

Memphis:

|And there it was. I had been lost in my own thoughts, watching @AFuerteRosa tell her order to @TemptsYourTaste and chuckled when I saw her give him that apologetic look. It was right then, right there, in that moment that I knew it couldn't be anymore perfect. Here was this woman, the future mother of my children and as she laughed, that quiet laugh of hers, I pulled the small box that had arrived in the mail from @MindYourPanties from my pocket and brushed my thumb over it. The last time I had looked inside was when it had been presented to me, my heart swelling in my chest at the thought of you wearing it and I found myself going down on one knee. In front of everyone at the zoo and @TemptsYourTaste too. I only saw her though. And so with that thought in mind, I called out to @AFuerteRosa and waited for her to turn around before I spilled my guts.| @AFuerteRosa I know what you're going to say but it's important that you hear me when I say this to you because Cara Mia, I am only doing this once... Marry me and be happy with our little jalapenos in tow? When I found you, I was running towards my fate, knowing somehow it was going to be okay. You captivated me first thing, Carlita baby. That would have happened regardless of the bond. That pull would have been there I feel like. |blows out a breath and grins, peering up at from that bended knee| @AFuerteRosa I can't promise that we won't ever fight. I can't promise we won't ever argue. I can't even promise that I won't someday worry you or you worry me. What I can promise is that I will always hear you out. I will always listen and no matter what this life throws @AFuerteRosa at us, we will tackle it together as one. Carlita Rosa, I will always follow you into the dark. I will never leave you behind. I will protect you, our little ones, until there is no breath left in this body. And in the event, I go before you, my soul will still wait for yours. @AFuerteRosa |smirks, just watching your face and I open the the little wooden box.| You are worthy, Carlita. Worthy of all the love in this world to go with your kind heart. You will forever hold mine. So, will you? Be mine forever?

Lita:

•fresh squeezed lemonade was my favorite. So the second it was set down in front of me I had the straw to my mouth and was happily sipping when I heard you calling out my name. Furrowing my brow, and instinctively looking around for an animal I was missing, and finally bringing them to where you had been standing, my brain taking a second to catch up to the fact that you were down on your knee rather than standing. And when my brain did catch up my hands shot to my mouth, nearly knocking the lemonade off the counter when I do so. Somehow having the presence of mind to shoot a thankful look over my shoulder to @TemptsYourTaste when he catches it for me, my voice quivering when I turn back to you• Oh, amor... •The tears freely flowing now as I let out a happy laugh, going down oh my knees in front of you as I nod like a bobble head• Si. Yes! Si! •laughs again as I eye the beautiful ring in the box you’re holding•

Beau:

°gets my happy ass in gear and busts out the back of the truck heading over to @AFuerteRosa and @InTheHandsOFate presenting a dessert for the occasion° It appears we just skipped straight to the Happy Ending. On the house and just for you two.

Levi (@HowsMyHairLook):

•Returns from having gotten lost trying to find, GASP, a public restroom that was NOT worthy of any kind of review, whisper yells @TemptsYourTaste • WHAT IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW?!

Beau:

°rejoins you° Craziness. Skipped the tacos, straight to the happy ending. I think they'll be back for the rest of the food. °pours a sangria that his heavy handed, handing it off to you° Drink?

Levi:

Yes. •uses my phone to capture a few photos of @AFuerteRosa just as she says yes to @InTheHandsOFate before taking the drink, holds it up in the air and yells louder this time• Congratulations, Lovebirds!

Memphis:

Si? You sure? |Laughing, I knew you were but still had to tease a little bit. Taking the ring out of the box, I presented it to you and slipped it on your ring finger. Admiring how perfect it was and you, of course, when @TemptsYourTaste walks up with our dessert, thanking him kindly.| Thank you, our friend. |Instantly taking the cupcake you gifted, I handed it to @AFuerteRosa with a huge grin before wiping away her tears.| Happy ending, indeed, Cara Mia. You make so happy and I love you.

Lita:

•just admires the ring on my finger, turning it this way and that while I watch it sparkle in the sunlight before looking up at you with the biggest smile ever• Te amo, mi cielo. Mucho, mucho. Por vida! •turns my attention to @TemptsYourTaste now with @HowsMyHairLook standing next to him and lets out an embarrassingly giddy laugh as I nod along my thanks to you both• Gracias!

Levi:

•grins around the rim of my glass, drinking deeply• Make sure to give me your handles, I’ll tag you on my Insta. And then when the wedding planning is happening, I can let you know all the best places that have the Levi approval.

Memphis:

This sounds like a plan forming. We will definitely be in touch. |Taking @AFuerteRosa's hand, I kiss over the ring and give her a wink, seeing her on cloud nine as it were and we take the cupcake to go. Making sure to get the rest of her order before it was time to leave for for the evening. The day had been a success in my book and I couldn't wait for us to get home to celebrate properly. Soon, @AFuerteRosa was going to be Mrs. Carlita Stone and I couldn't be happier about that.|

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