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duskamethyst · 3 years

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playing with fire.

a/n: sooo this is my take on the racer!AU. i’ve spent some time watching movies about car racing to get a grasp on the whole scene so i hope i executed this well enough. i also used some terms that are related to cars and wtv, so you can google if you're curious.

word count: 3.8k

genre: smut, nsfw, mature, quirkless AU

warnings: illegal street racing

pairing: racer!keigo x f!reader

summary: keigo is notorious for being the king of speed and drifting in car races and you’ve caught his attention since the first night you joined as a line girl. although keigo has his eyes on you for a while now, he realizes that he might’ve missed a few things about you. and well, surprises aren’t exactly bad.. right?

keigo loves speed. he loves the adrenaline pumping in his veins.

and what better way can he express his love for it?

cars. races.

keigo is a force to be reckoned with. he grew to be infamous for his incredible skills and talent in the scene and because of that, he also became the main target for the cops.

however, he’s not aiming for anything in particular. yet he doesn’t mind the prizes that come with it either; recognition, money, women.

and boy, how he can easily get anyone wrapped around his finger.

but one thing he’s irritated about is how you’ve never paid him any attention. he got some killer looks, has won so many races, fucking loaded with money and he’s pretty confident about his size too (you can ask the other girls if you need reference, by the way).

what more does he need to entertain you?

keigo gets excited when you’re filling the role of the line girl for his races on certain nights. he knows that it’s the best opportunity to show you what he’s made of and he wants you to know that you shouldn’t be taking him so lightly.

the starting line is crowded with car enthusiasts, boys and girls alike– gathered for their love towards expensive sport cars, the sound of roaring engines, the thrill of watching and betting between two racers. the roads on the city outskirts has been put into lockdown by the responsible crews to avoid disruptions from other vehicles or bystanders.

keigo pulls up to the arena with his red nissan a few minutes early, not wanting to be late especially because he's the main star for tonight. his avid followers would already be there before him and instantly swarm around his loud car to cheer him on, wish him luck and maybe give him some kisses on his cheeks too.

as he’s chatting with the people around him, his golden eyes wander around from time to time to catch a glimpse of you in the arena. his eyes narrow when he finally sees you standing and talking by the window of his rival’s car.

he wishes he could hear what you’re talking about that makes you all smiles and giggles while all he has ever gotten is the cold shoulder. keigo leans on his car, arms folded across his chest as he watches you from afar. he can’t stop himself from rolling his eyes when he notices you kissing the guy’s cheek before you walk away and strut in his direction to get across the other end.

a playful smirk tugs on the corners of his lips by reflex as he watches you come nearer, the noises of the engines and chatters around him are quick to become white noises. yet, you only spare him a glance.

“hey,” you stop in your tracks and turn once you realize that he’s trying to talk to you and his lips curl into a lopsided smile as he smizes you with his golden eyes. “i’m keigo.”

you look at his extended hand peculiarly before shaking it firmly. “yeah, don’t humble yourself. all people here know you.”

“oh?” he raises a brow in amusement. “i’m just saying because you’re kinda new here.”

you smile, “already keeping tabs on me, keigo?”

“how could i not?” he chuckles. “always gotta keep you in my sight.”

“right,” you scoff. “what if i say that i’m taken and he’s my boyfriend?” you tilt your head to the side to point at the guy you spoke to earlier.

keigo inhales through gritted teeth, feigning a pained and offended expression on his face. “then you have a bad taste in men.”

“ha-ha,” you roll your eyes, pretending not to be amused by him yet he can see the small smile on your lips. “race is starting soon, you should get in your car.”

“don’t you wanna kiss me good luck?” keigo stares at your ass as you turn to walk away but he quickly shifts his gaze to your face once you turn to look at him.

“i don’t think you’re the type that believes in luck.” you flash a sarcastic smile before striding off towards the front center of the track.

two race cars come forward before the red line that was freshly sprayed just a few minutes prior. keigo watches you as he revs his engine, sending a flirtatious wink when your eyes meet.

ignoring him, you raise both arms in the air, glancing between the two males who now have intense glares on the road ahead as they grip their steering wheels and gears firmly.

“ready! set!” you shout through the revving engines and the cheers from the mob. “go!”

the moment you draw your hands down, both vehicles instantly speed off and emit white smoke from the friction of tires on the asphalt. when you spin around, you can vividly see that keigo is the one eating dust.

keigo is calm and focused. like a hawk soaring in the blue sky, he keeps his prey within his vicinity before he waits for the right moment to pounce. he loves to chase– purposely letting his opponent get swept by their own overconfidence before he severely crushes down their will by swiftly changing the lead. some wouldn’t take the risk, but keigo absolutely loves the devastated look on their faces when he veers beside them by surprise.

any regular racers would be familiar with the track by now. he presses the clutch as he changes necessary gears while the mph meter increases gradually as his right foot presses down the accelerator continuously. keigo skillfully speeds through tunnels and every sharp corner until his bumper eventually lightly hits the race car in front of him, making the two of them neck-to-neck.

however, the car in front of him keeps on shifting side by side in an attempt to stop him from getting the chance to overtake. despite the adrenaline pumping in his veins, keigo is patient. he’s aware of the corner ahead where people usually make the same mistake and that’s where he finds the opening to strike.

approaching the said corner, keigo has expected that the other car would make a wide angled drift thus with his own dexterity, he maintains perfect control as he drifts through the entire corner.

“hah, bastard.” he snickers, glancing at his side mirror to see the other car struggles to catch up from the poor oversteering.

keigo steps on the gas harder before he activates the nitrous oxide and boosts his ride until the finish line; easily completing the whole lap with the other car just a decent gap behind.

his ears are ringing with cheers as steps out from the car as people instantly flock around him to express their praises for his victory. keigo notices you weaving your way through the crowd to reach him and a triumphant smirk curls on his lips.

“i’m not surprised.” you say, voice lacing in sheer amusement.

“yeah, but you’re the big prize for me tonight.” he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer, ignoring the people around him.

“i wasn’t a part of the bet.” you chide.

keigo smiles at you endearingly before he gaze trails far in the distance. “we gotta run.”

as if on cue, the most hated and startling siren echoes through the street. everyone quickly scatters to their cars and drives off while you get inside keigo’s car with him. he wastes no time and speeds off before one patrol car chases after him.

“hold on, baby.” he swerves through corners, changing gears as he presses the gas harder to try and get the police off his tail. “one more corner will shake him off.”

keigo expects you to be frantic but he is caught off guard when he realizes that you’ve opened the window and stuck your upper body out of the car window.

“what are you–”

you lift up your shirt and flash your tits at the cops behind you, “fuck you!”

a look of shock is apparent on his face but then he laughs to himself, thinking that he’s seeing you as you actually are, even for a brief second, and not the cold façade you’ve always shown him.

you get back in and sink in your seat just before keigo makes it to the last corner, giving him a chance to widen the gap between him and the car behind him before he quickly brakes at a dark, quiet alley.

“think we lost them.” he peeks through the rear view mirror to see the patrol car passing and missing the alley you both are hiding. “let's wait for a few minutes before i take you home.”

the both of you stay in the car for a few moments, making sure that there are no more cops patrolling the roads before he starts to drive off to your house. keigo doesn’t know why but he suddenly finds himself to be rather nervous now that you’re alone with him. he chooses not to make you uncomfortable so he geeks about his car instead and talks about which car he’d like to own next and gives his own elaboration why he adores it in the form of horsepower, engine and all the shit that you’re probably not too familiar with.

now he feels like an idiot.

keigo hits the brake once you tell him to stop in front of your apartment and he’s a bit upset that the journey ended quicker than he thought.

“thanks for the ride, keigo.” you say before opening the door and step out.

“sure thing. sorry if i talked too much.” he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment.

but he feels relieved and his confidence flows within him when he hears you laugh. “it’s fine. you did rather.. well.”

“you’re not too bad yourself,” he grins, knowing that you’re not talking about the race he won. “flashing your tits like that. you’re full of surprises.”

you close the door and lean down to the open window, “and i assume you’d like to know what i have up my sleeves?”

“i’m taking you out after my next win.” he snickers, honey orbs glinting with overflown confidence and mischief.

“only if i get to drive.” you smile cheekily, leaving him stunned before a cocky smirk etches on his lips.

“bet.”

it has been two weeks since keigo last saw you and tonight is another night that you’re filling in as the flagger. he’s uncharacteristically super pumped for his race tonight, coming with extra determination to absolutely annihilate the race since he can’t wait for the biggest prize that awaits him.

he watches as you stand in the middle of the starting line, not missing the wink you give him before you glance at the other male to see if both contenders are ready. both cars rev their engines as they wait for your signal. this time, keigo immediately accelerates with incredible speed and smokes the other, not offering the slightest chance for his opponent to take the lead.

the battle takes place in the parking lot tonight– from the basement until the rooftop. keigo is notorious for his drifting skills so he’s able to ascend to each floor without breaking a sweat, oversteering through every spiral ramp that eventually leads to the rooftop.

sounds of screeching tires can be heard from the wire. the winner is already expected by the crowd, yet they all stay and wait at the finish line to welcome the first car to arrive. sooner than later, keigo’s car is the first one to appear and the mob instantly runs over to him while the other arrives seconds later with some ugly dents and scratches on their car.

“you really didn’t hold back, huh?” you chaff, resting your arms on top of his shoulders before he pulls you into an embrace.

“i just couldn’t wait to take my prize back home.” he whispers in your ear, just audible for the two of you but before he can take the chance to kiss you, you pull away.

“come on, playboy. let’s take a drive.” you quickly jump into the driver’s seat and rev his engine. as he’s about to open the other door, you intentionally step on the gas to make the car move forward.

“you can do it.” you laugh, moving the car forward again when he tries to open the door.

“not funny, kid.” keigo looks at you in annoyance before quickly opening the door and sitting beside you.

“i’m just teasing you.”

keigo rolls his eyes and sighs, “okay, go slowly when we’re going down the ramps.”

he guides you the whole way down, reminding you to be careful of the corners and to keep watch on both side mirrors as you drive down until you’ve successfully reached the exit of the building and onto the main road.

“that’s good. i guess you know how the clutches work now. so when you want to drive faster, you should– holy shit!”

you immediately accelerate and skillfully shift gears as you drive through town. keigo on the other hand, quickly wears his seatbelt and holds onto his seat in fear for the whole ride. it must be the terrified look on his face because he can hear you laugh like a maniac as you drive even faster.

“fuck! slow it down, kid!” he yells, staring widely at the road in front him to make sure you’re not crashing his car to any poles or other vehicles.

keigo swears that his soul has already flown out of his body but luckily you both have made it in front of your apartment unscathed. he has no idea how, but he’s fucking glad the car has stopped.

“that was fun!” you chirp and turn off the engine.

“n-never again.” he stammers and quickly finds solace by stepping on the ground, thanking the lords that he still has the chance to see another day.

“get a grip, keigo. you’re lucky i didn’t use nos.”

you get out of the car and hand him his keys before leading him inside your complex.

“i wanted to drive to your place but you were busy screaming when i asked you where you live.” you purposely pick on him, remembering how he couldn’t utter cohesive words except for ‘watch out!’, ‘holy shit!’ and some other things of those sorts.

“shut up.” he pinches your arm.

“but my place is okay too, right?” you smile sweetly as you open your door and pull him inside. you both quickly take off your shoes and keigo’s arms easily wrap around your waist to pull you close.

“if here’s where you want to show me the tricks you have up your sleeves, why not?”

“but you didn’t seem too entertained with my surprise earlier.” you pout innocently, leading him towards your bedroom.

“i appreciate it.”

keigo crashes his lips onto yours and pushes both bodies back down on your bed. he quickly takes off his leather jacket along with his shirt and throws it to the floor before his hands roam around your body while your hands run through his fluffy blonde hair.

you moan into the kiss when you feel his erection grinding against your pussy and he breaks away to pepper kisses down your neck. keigo takes off your shirt and unclasps your bra before he latches his mouth on one of your hardened nipples and tweaks the other between his fingers.

“you’re so impatient,” he mumbles, pressing down your clit through the damped panties. “you’re so wet and i barely touched you.”

“stop it, keigo.” you whine breathlessly, rubbing the bud against his finger shamelessly to relief the dull ache.

“hm? i’m just teasing you.” he mocks. “can’t take it?”

“you’re an ass.” you bite back playfully, making the male chuckle with mirth.

keigo takes off your skirt and pulls down your panties, smearing his thumb with your slick through your puffy folds and revels over how warm and drenched you are.

“fuck.” he hisses as he watches you squirm from his touch. “what do you want me to do to you, babe?”

you nibble your lips anticipatingly, “hmm, show me how fast you are in bed.”

his eyes twinkle with pleasure and his lips twist into a sardonic smile, “oh? that sounds more like a challenge to me.”

keigo bends your knees up, holding your ankles as he dives down to lick a fat strip of your essence. you shudder from the feeling of his wet muscle lapping the slick up and down while he gazes at your blissful expression through half-lidded eyes. he intentionally circles your throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue and gives a harsh suck that causes your legs to tremble.

“mmph– keigo!” you whimper, trying to close your legs together but he only pushes your legs up even more until your ass is lifted from the bed.

he drags his tongue down slowly then prods it inside your dripping hole. he wiggles his tongue all around your walls, shoving it as deep as he can until most of his face is buried against your cunny. your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when you make eye contact with the male– his gaze is predatory and intense, his expression inexplicit as he continues to fuck you with his tongue.

the warm muscle brushing rapidly against your walls feels so lewd yet arousing. keigo can see that your tummy begins to twitch as your breath comes shorter while your legs shakes uncontrollably. keigo pulls away, licking his lips t0 clean off your juices yet you can still see some leftovers glimmering on the tip of his nose and his chin.

“shit,” he slides in a finger inside your quivering hole and groans over the feeling of your walls clenching around it. “you’re ready to take a cock, aren’t you?”

“mmhmm, please.” you whimper, grinding your hips to match his pace after he fits in another finger.

“i like you begging like this. not very cocky now, huh?” he curls his digits inside you, dragging it against the spongy part that bounds to tip you off the edge soon.

“oh, fuck–” you gasp as the muscles in your lower stomach continues to tighten vigorously. “keigo– wanna cum–”

“then cum.” he snickers, pushing his fingers back and forth at a ruthless pace while his thumb ghosts over your neglected clit. “come on. you can do it.”

keigo mocks again, not minding how he comes off quite petty since he’s the one who has the upper hand now. so he uses that opportunity to make you beg and given the fact that you’ve grown more desperate, you let it slide.

“p-please–” your hips are shaking, begging for one final push before you can completely reach your orgasm.

“you need me to touch this clit, don’t you?” he coos, grazing his thumb teasingly.

“pleaseplease. need you, keigo. make me cum–”

keigo generously rubs tight circles on your clit, causing your body to spasm violently as you’re pushed over the edge and cream all over his fingers. keigo crawls on top of you, drowning your moans with a fervour kiss and the saltiness that has enveloped his tongue embeds with your taste buds.

“but that wasn’t enough to show you how fast i can be, right?” he chuckles, freeing his throbbing cock from its confinement, tip already flushed with a bead of precum before he shifts back down and lines with your quivering hole.

you gasp when you feel his cock stretches your sopping cunny, each bulging vein brushes against your walls as he fills you to the brim.

“shit. i– ‘m so full.” you sob, clenching your sheets firmly before he takes out his cock halfway and pushes back inside you steadily.

“f-fucking tight. your pussy’s sucking me so well.” he props on his hands so he can look into your eyes while he pounds inside your pussy. reflexively, your legs are wrapped around his waist and allows keigo to ram deeper and concurrently kissing your cervix with his tip.

“hah– feels good–” you moan. “choke me.”

your request took him by surprise and it’s clear from the way his cock suddenly twitches inside you. nonetheless, he complies; circling his palm around your throat and pressing carefully.

“mmph– yesyesyes!” your eyes roll back as your mind slowly becomes cloudy from the lack of oxygen while the male growls above you, sheathing his thick cock in and out as your walls clench around him.

“goddamn, you’re clamping down on me.” he says through gritted teeth, applying more pressure around your neck as he thrusts harder.

the air in the room is filled with the sounds of his balls smacking your skin and lewd squelching noises. the pressure inside your tummy builds up drastically and your toes are curling as you chase for another orgasm while you submissively let keigo milk his cock with your sloppy cunt.

“come on, baby. cum on this fat cock.”

you’re unsure whether your mind is playing tricks on you or whether keigo’s pace has become more relentless and incredibly fast but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when it feels so good, the pressure inside your stomach is threatening to snap.

“keigo–!” with a loud cry of his name, you finally come undone– pussy fluttering around his cock and he finally lets go of his hold from your neck to let you breathe.

“fuck yeah. good girl.” keigo nibbles on your neck, marking you with purple bruises as he rides through your high. his sporadic thrusts soon starts to falter and you know he’s just close when you feel his cock twitching inside.

“fuck– baby– i’m gonna cum.” he says through grunts, brows furrowing as he desperately reaches for his climax. his hips stop moving abruptly, groaning in your ear as he fills you up with his load.

the two of you stay in trance for a moment, regaining your composure before keigo pulls out his spent cock and lies next to you. while keigo is still in a daze, you get up and reach for the drawer beside you and get on top of him. keigo snaps back to reality when he hears the clank of a metal sound above his head. by tugging his wrists, he can figure that it’s a metal handcuff. once again, keigo is astonished. it’s confounding and thrilling; how many more surprises do you have in store for him? all underneath that cold guise, he has never expected you to be such a fun person to be with.

“round two? so soon.” he smirks conceitedly, golden eyes shining brightly with eagerness. “i must’ve been that good, huh?”

but you only chuckle and shake your head before looking at him dead in the eyes. he’s slightly perplexed, but his blood run cold once you show him a shiny badge in your hand.

upon his obvious dismay, you return his smirk. “keigo takami, you’re under arrest for participating in illegal street racing.”

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curvy-little-sweet11212 · 7 years

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jeongi · 5 years

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tell me no lies | jjk (m)

↣ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | ceo!jungkook x robber!reader

↣ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 15.1k

↣ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 | ceo au. criminal au. robbers au. angst. smut. minimal fluff.

↣ 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | explicit language and sexual content. oral sex (f + m receiving), unprotected sex (pls use condoms u fools), creampie, gagging, hair pulling, fingering, dirty talk, biting/marking, mild spanking, choking, multiple smut scenes.

↣ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | You chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him.

↣ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 | this is part of the ‘under fire’ collab for @btssmutclub‘s summer project!

↣ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | tell me more lies

You can hear Jimin attempting to stifle his laughter behind a cough, his pink bangs being the only thing you can see of him from the ground. His attempt to do so is futile, and Jungkook’s glare only sears daggers at him before the doe-eyed boy is hovering above you, alarmed and equally bewildered.

You’re splayed onto the office floor playing possum, thanking the heat of the summer mixed with the beaming flare of fluorescent lights above you to have worked together in aid of a successful performance- conjuring up one single droplet of sweat to roll down your forehead. You know this ruse is beyond stupid, but if your luck holds out, you’re certain your plan will work out seamlessly.

“Are... you okay?” Jungkook asks, head tilted, genuine concern marked in the furrow of his eyebrows and an indecisive hand coming to rest on your arm. You almost huff in annoyance, trying to remember why in the world you agreed to do this (because this certainly was not in your itinerary for today). Of course, it was Jimin’s plan to fake a collapse- quite frankly a wonder on your end how he even managed to convince Namjoon and Yoongi to accompany you on this mission. Ramping up your acting skills, you muster whatever dignity you have remaining to sell this performance. With your eyes rolling back, a wrist coming up to your forehead and a dramatic sigh falling past your lips, you wail in fake pain.

“Jungkook, I-I don’t feel well at all, I think…I think—”

“You should go home if you’re feeling ill.”

“No!” Both you and Jimin shout in protest but your synchronicity only causes more suspicion to arise with another glare thrown at the pink-haired boy- this time from you.

You fake a cough. “No, no, I have a duty…as your uh, assistant, so a nurse or something will suffice just fine...”

Jungkook studies you with great intent, lips pursing when you send him a subtle stretch of your lips. Upon seeing your coy smize, his eyebrows relax as he swipes a tongue on the inside of his bottom lip- an effort to keep himself from chuckling. With a tilt of one eyebrow, he clears his throat as he speaks. “Well, the nearest hospital is an hour’s drive away…I think I have a first aid kit in my office. We’d better get you looked at there,” his voice is laden with sham worry. First aid for a faux faint. You almost snort at how convincing he’s trying to be, playing his part to his best efforts. Extending a welcoming hand towards you, he helps you off the floor and after another dramatic moment, you take it. He pulls you up gracefully and you don’t fail to take notice that he never seems to let the hand go as he leads you off the office level. Jimin only watches you from his desk.

An elevator ride and two flights of steps later, the pair of you confidently stride into Jungkook’s office. You’ve long since abandoned the medical spell charade, his hand releasing your own before he closes the door behind him. You sit on the edge of his desk, crossing your legs patiently, listening for the gentle click of the lock.

“We can’t be too long. I think they’re starting to catch on,” Jungkook says as he turns his attention to you, unbuckling his leather belt with an emphasized leisure. His white shirt is hugged against his taut chest, the faintest outline of his muscles shadowed against the sunlight beaming into the room. You grin and slide off the desk before flopping to your knees. You’ve done this countless times, more times than you can remember and although you have ulterior motives today, you still want him buried inside you. The thought is so alluring already, you nearly moan out loud. You can’t seem to recall the exact moment this had started but you know it had come a long time since it had. Perhaps sleeping with your boss while simultaneously planning to swindle him had started to slant the flow of time, skewing certain events together- you didn’t know, nor did you really want to think about it.

As Jungkook walks towards your eager figure, you’ve forgotten your train of thought, reaching for his belt instead. You forget things often when you’re with him. Pushing his hands aside, you unlatch the leather on your own. Jungkook watches you with intent, the slightest jut of his jaw as you slide the belt out of the loops and tug at his zipper. “I don’t mind that.” This response only makes him release a heavy breath from above you, a smile curving at the edge of his lips as he closes his eyes with a nod. You hate to admit the truth, knowing full well everyone in the office most definitely is acquainted with your little affair. Though to both of you, it has become much more than just that- hasn’t it? You brush off the thought.

Jungkook leans against his wide mahogany desk and helps you discard his pants. Just as the fabric falls past his knees, you take this opportunity to cling the plastic of his access card between the grasp of your second and third digit. It hangs by a singular lanyard clip, the young CEO being all too naive with valuable belongings; you can’t quite decide if he’s humble or too trusting. You feel the shame that you are amongst the people he must trust the most but you’ve endlessly tried to convince yourself that you’re doing this for a good reason. While his eyes remain closed, you unclip the keycard and slip it into the back pocket of your own pants. The card looks similar to yours and so, you replace his with your own as planned- the only difference being that his keycard gains exclusive access to his office. The guilt hits you once more, an afterthought of mindful reasoning behind your actions. Jungkook had become an addiction to you, your personal elixir that never seems to run out. It was truly a dynamic that had blindsided you completely. You’re sure if the others found out about this, you’d be at the mercy of your teammate’s ceaseless teasing and hazing. However there was no denying it, Jungkook had grown on you. Unexpected as it was, it was nevertheless welcome. You muse that it’s replicant of a modern-day Romeo and Juliet- a pair of forbidden lovers. But in this playscript, you’re not Jungkook’s fair sun that kills the envious moon; you’re merely the poison that takes his life. And with that notion, you return your gaze to his eyes, your thumbs skimming the waistband of his boxers.

Jungkook senses your hesitance, head tilting to the side as he brushes a thumb along your cheek. “What’s on your mind?”

Everything.

You bite your lip. “You, your cock...how much I want you.” Which isn’t a complete lie, you’re most definitely thinking about that as well- amongst other things. You kiss the growing tent within the fabric of his boxers and Jungkook’s fingers immediately gravitate to the lush of your hair, head rolling forward. You’re surprised to find him already hard against your touch, his striking member casting a frighteningly implicative bulge within the confinements of his boxers. You run your fingertips over the fabric, feeling the muted curves of his cock against your nails. A shiver ripples through him almost violently.

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook mumbles, tilting his head down, eyes cast on you and awaiting the warmth of your ready mouth. The silver hoops hanging off his earlobes dangle, gleaming against the sunlight poking through his window blinds. He truly looks breathtaking like this, hair fluffy and curled- dark against his honey skin. You feel your chest swell, pushing the thoughts of your grand swindle to the back of your mind because for now, you must please this man. You find yourself in brief reminiscence, reminding yourself of the first time you were on your knees before him like this- recalling the zeal in his actions months ago when he first demanded your intimacy. His face wears a look you’ve become accustomed to seeing fairly often, even more so given your current endeavours. It is trademark Jungkook: a drop in his near impenetrable defences, a true vulnerability. One that as of late, you’ve discovered your proficiency in routinely exploiting. You let his cock spring free from the boxers he’s still adorning, your eyes meeting his once more. Hair parted in the centre, his dark curls cling to the nape of his neck and hangs over his forehead; you reckon Jungkook needs a haircut soon.

He draws a hiss between his teeth as you trace a vein up his shaft with your tongue, his fingers gripping tighter into your hair. The point of your tongue nudges against the underside of his shaft and Jungkook can only curse silently under his breath. It’s when you fill your mouth with his girth that he lets out a whimper, capturing the plump of his bottom lip between his teeth. “Fuck, _____.” He stutters, along with his hips as they push forward to fill your tongue even further. Your hands instinctively grabble for his waist, fingertips digging into his hips as he thrusts deeper. When you feel him hit the back of your throat, your nose brushing against the hem of his shirt, you gag. Your throat clenches around him with the movement, his hips stilling as he feels you swallow again. Jungkook groans, throwing his head back, continuing a pattern of thrusts to break more gags out of you.

This time, he doesn’t make an effort to pull out, head falling forward to take in the sight of you stuffed to the brim of your lips with his cock. His breath hitches as he feels you swallow around him, teeth sucking in his bottom lip as a thumb caresses the apple of your cheek. Sliding your hand from his waist, down to his scrotum, you gently grasp them in your hold and Jungkook nearly loses his vision from the feeling. He rolls his hips out once more, granting you the privilege of air before he’s stuffing his cock right back into your mouth. “Y-yeah, just like that baby, so pretty with your lips around my cock- fuck.” He grunts, hips gyrating between shallow and deep thrusts. You feel strings of saliva spilling out of the corner seams of your mouth, your throat constricting around his head as he pushes to the back of your gullet. Jungkook pulls out only when he sees the whites of your eyes glaze over with a sheen of fresh tears. You gasp, gratefully with air but with a single swirl of your tongue, you take him in again.

His grip on your hair is tight, eyes locked to yours. Jungkook pushes your head along with the tempo of his hips and you can only moan against his shaft. The vibrations edge him closer to his undoing but Jungkook doesn’t want to finish in your mouth; he wants to feel you. Releasing his grip from your hair, he pulls out of the harness of your mouth, dragging you up to place a messy kiss onto your lips. He doesn’t care for the coat of saliva messily sheened around your mouth as he fervently kisses against it. One hand placed on your waist, and the other cupped to your cheek, he grazes your bottom lip with his teeth before gently biting down. He kisses you once more, soft this time and you can’t help the small yelp that escapes you when he twists you until your back is flush against his back. He grazes the shell of your ear, fingers playing with the waistband of your pants.

“Can I take these off?” You moan in approval, eyes widening as he practically rips the fabric down your legs- along with your panties. You’re now bare, ready for him to indulge in you as you’re urged to bend over his desk with your chest squished against the wooden top. Jungkook skims down your body, a finger tracing down the divot of your spine to the curve of your ass. You shiver against the touch, your lids dropping as you feel a hand grab at the meat of your right cheek. “Beautiful.” He crouches to his knees, eye level with your exposed and sopping cunt. Using both hands, he spreads your ass, humming in appreciation before he’s tentatively dragging his finger between your folds. You’re already so wet, he doesn’t even need to acknowledge it out loud, instead, steadying a digit into you. You exhale a very long breath, resting your cheek against the surface of his desk as he pumps a few times, adding another finger. The stretch of them fills you with greater need and when Jungkook begins a scissoring motion, you whine, pushing your hips back for more.

“J-jungkook...please,” you beg him, eyes rolling back when he alternates between scissors and powerful drags. He shushes you, instead, lips puckering to kiss your outer thigh before softly biting on the flesh. You don’t expect it to turn you on as much as it does, something about it so carnal, it leaves the wind knocked out of your lungs. And then he’s soothing his bite with a drag of his tongue, slowly, consciously moving closer to your needy heat with his fingers continuing to curl into you. You grip the edge of his desk, waiting to feel the delve of his tongue lick you clean but instead, he retrieves his fingers, standing up to his feet. The whine that leaves you rumbles a chuckle from his chest and when you make an effort to lift your body from his desk, an assertive hand keeps you back down.

“Be an angel and cum on my dick first, baby.” You clench- seemingly around nothing and that frustrates you even more. You can’t be frustrated too long, not when you feel the warmth of his hard cock slap against your ass. His broad hands hold the base before he’s nudging your soaked lips apart with the tip of his cock.

However, just as he’s about to push the blunt head past your folds, the rattle of your phone blares disturbs your heated moment, followed by a soft pound at Jungkook’s door. You want to audibly groan in annoyance but you find yourself unable to expel your vexation as he places an apologetic kiss to your shoulder. “Shit,” he speaks under his breath. “Sorry, babe.” His warm breath tickles your skin as he whispers, clearing his throat to mask the moan that nearly escapes him when you purposefully sway your hips against his shaft. It’s mostly out of frustration. The sound that follows the slap to your cheek echoes across the room and you bite your tongue because surely, whoever is outside of the door had heard it. Who were you kidding? They’d probably heard all of it from the beginning. The warmth of Jungkook’s body leaves you as he searches for his discarded clothing. You do the same, reaching down for your pants as your fingers swiftly move to silence your ringing phone.

As you glance down towards your phone, tugging the pants up your legs, Namjoon’s name flashes upon the screen. You decide to decline for now, ready to deliver your successful purloin in person instead. Although, this isn’t even the final heist. You feel a pull at your arm, ripping your gaze away from your phone and your mouth is instantly caught by Jungkook’s. Your eyes flutter closed, the kiss unexpected against your lips. Of all that could have captured your heart, he’s the starcrossed tale you’ve kept hidden for too long; your own Montague. He’s pulling away from your mouth all too quickly, now taking your hand in his before placing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’m so sorry,” he repeats against the skin and when he raises his head, you stifle a giggle at his swollen pout, a tint of cherry red marking it from your own lipstick. You swipe your thumb over the pillows of his lips, showing him your stained thumb as you pull away. Jungkook’s doe eyes are wide as realization daunts on him, but soon they’re settling into half-moons, crows feet forming by the outer corners of his eyelids as he simply beams a set of perfect teeth. “I’ll call you tonight?” You offer a smile back, followed by a curt nod. Of course, he can call you tonight, he’s called you almost every night this week.

Releasing the grasp on your hand, he walks over to his door, carding his slender fingers through his hair and you mimic his actions, smoothing your hair down in hopes that it doesn’t look completely fucked. As you walk out of Jungkook’s office, not bearing to make eye contact with whoever decided to interrupt your unholy rendezvous, your thumb is punching in your passcode to your phone before you’re texting Jimin that you’ve successfully gotten the keycard. Namjoon calls once more at the end of your shift and this time you pick up, ready to deliver the good news.

“Where did you go? We lost track of you- is everything okay?” His baritone voice rings through with the slightest tone of panic. You sigh, shrugging on the strap of your purse as you rush down the flight of stairs that lead to the parking garage. You can faintly see the shoulder of Jimin poking from behind the wall as you reach the very bottom. He’s leaned against the door, head twisting in your direction when he hears the scuffle of your shoes and the echo of your voice.

“Everything's fine,” you state, letting Jimin open the door for you. You’re in a rush as the pair of you make way towards his silver Sedan. He watches as you extract the plastic keycard from your back pocket, a grin beaming at the revelation. “I got what I came for.”

All you wanted was to pay off your goddamn student loans.

That’s all any of you had ever wanted.

It was no secret when people thought of you, they immediately put the five of you together. You were joint by the hip, each other’s parity since freshman year of high school. Hell, you had even gotten into the same damn university- your legacy moving on even after you graduated. Namjoon, the medical student, Yoongi, the computer science genius, Jimin the—

“What did you take in college again?” You ask Jimin as you pull yourself out of your own reverie. You’ve been zoning in and out of the present, your bottom lip surely bruised from how much you’ve been chewing through it. Jimin is sat on Yoongi’s bed across the room from you, and you’re comfortably sunken into a red bean bag chair as your fingers mindlessly play with a Hoberman sphere. He sighs with such a magnitude of exasperation, you can faintly feel his breath hit you.

“For the hundredth time, _____- I took forensic sciences- why do you make me repeat that every few months?” You simply enjoy teasing him because you know he only took it for half a semester. He rolls his eyes at your grin, attention returning to the copy of Romeo and Juliet in his right hand. Oh, the irony. You’re almost positive he’s not even reading it. Namjoon, on the other hand, is restless, pacing back and forth behind Yoongi who is huddled over his desk. His mop of blond hair stick over his chair as he diligently works through a list of equations and codes flashing on his computer screen. Jungkook’s keycard lays beside the keyboard, a carbon copy card placed right next to it.

“He’s gonna find out soon y’know- that his card is missing? He’s not a complete idiot.” You scrunch the sphere in your fingers before retracting it once again. Namjoon simply ignores you. It’s only been a week since you’ve taken it.

“That’s why we’re making a replica and besides, the guy’s office has been unlocked the entire week- he’s too trusting.” Jimin chimes in unnecessarily and you feel that pang of guilt settle back in. You too had thought the same when you had initially stolen it. Though, Jimin insists that you’ve simply “borrowed” it. You’ll give it back as soon as Yoongi pens a duplicate.

“Can you guys just stop talking?” Namjoon snaps, eyes narrowing towards the computer screen as he leans over Yoongi’s shoulder. He’s tense, has been the whole time you’ve had this meetup and you wonder if he’s just as nervous as you are now that your plans are about to be set into motion. Tomorrow. The heist is tomorrow. “How much longer?” His impatience oozes from him and you watch as he squints at the lines of numbers and letters strewn together on the screen. You scoff, though you wouldn’t put it past Namjoon to actually know what the hell all the coding meant- he’s far too brilliant for his own good. He was the one who started this whole stratagem anyway, cultivated a ploy for you guys to make easy money. First, it was RED Hotel, founded by CEO Kim Seokjin. Although an honest man, his partner had been laundering most of their funds towards their own personal gain. By the power of Namjoon’s mind and Yoongi’s ability to hack almost any system, your team had managed to successfully swipe the illegal funds.

Yoongi huffs a breath, shrugging Namjoon off his shoulder as he continues typing away, programming the empty card. “I don’t know, you’re breathing down my neck and it’s a million fucking degrees in here- I might faint.”

“Joon, will you just relax? Let him be in his element.” Jimin prompts, hopping off the bed as he places a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. He’s much too short to reach it comfortably, having to slant his torso and stretch as far as he can. The image makes you giggle while you watch them bicker back and forth for a few more moments before you’re submerged back into your thoughts.

“You know, when I told you to shut up, I didn’t actually mean it.” You’re pulled away from your thoughts again as Namjoon’s coffee breath hits you. Lowering his gaze, he focuses in on the toy in your hands before he’s crouching in front of you. A hand comes to your shoulder in comfort. “Please tell me what’s wrong?” You think he sees the gulp drift down your throat, your eyes growing visibly wider. Namjoon sighs, fingers squeezing your shoulder. “C’mon, you’ve been quiet all day, what’s going on?”

And before you can even process what’s coming out of your mouth, you’re saying it. “Don’t you think there’s a better way?” Oh God, the silence. You can feel the head of Jimin turn towards you and Yoongi’s as his chair squeaks with a swivel.

“What?” The hand on your shoulder drops beside him and you force your gaze to meet Namjoon’s. You don’t know why you continue, but you do, unable to stop the words rolling off your tongue.

“To make money,” you continue. “Don’t you think there’s another way?”

Namjoon lets out a scoff, raising to his feet as his lips press together in an attempt to already calm himself down. “Like what?” The question is rhetorical and it slaps against you, echoing against the walls. You swear you see Jimin flinch from the corner of your eye.

You try again. “I-I don’t know,” You too raise to your feet, resting the Hoberman sphere on the night table beside you. “We could start our own business or something! Namjoon, I’m tired of this. It’s exhausting, and not to mention completely wrong.” When you look at him, he’s seething, the faintest flare to his nostrils. Your eyes flicker towards Jimin who takes a step towards you but you stop him with a raise of your hand.

“Do you think we have time to build a business?” Namjoon scoffs again. “_____, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” You regret opening your mouth instantly because even you know that there’s more reasoning behind your outburst. “Did you forget why we’re doing this? Who we’re doing this for? Does Hoseok-”

“Hoseok wouldn’t want this for him!” You shrill louder than expected, another wave of guilt washing over you for screaming at your best friend. “What were we going to do? Miraculously pay off his medical bills and expect him to be cured? Fuck, Joon, even the doctors don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him.” You find yourself panting as the words leave you, fingers shooting up to card through your hair. Another silence falls against you, thick against your entire body. The air feels as if you could jackhammer through it with no avail.

“We’re not giving up on him.” Yoongi is the one who speaks this time and your eyes immediately drop to the floor in defeat. “We’ve never given up on each other.” His words hit you like a kamikaze, heavy against your chest. You feel as if you’ve just been punched by him, and you’d reckon actually getting punched by Yoongi would be less painful than his words. The lump in your throat becomes seemingly harder to swallow. You know they’re right. And you know you sound like a shitty friend. All of this is had always been for Hoseok.

What had started off as a simple heist, a small gathering of five lost college students freshly graduated and balls-deep in student debt, swiftly evolved into so much more. Hoseok. The fifth of your group had gotten sick. Really sick. It had transformed into something far more personal, a change of events that wholly challenged your capabilities- giving you new pursuits to follow. After months of experimental medication and surgeries, there were still no answers as to what exactly happened to him- and alas, the bills to save your best friend had inevitably piled up. And since, you’ve made a pact, an oath to protect your friend and each other, together.

Namjoon speaks again. “What’s really bothering you?” His question grips your core and slams you to the ground because you hate that he knows something more is wrong. They’re your best friends after all, you shouldn’t be hiding things from them.

“Nothing. I’m just getting cold feet I guess…” You finally force yourself to look up. Namjoon’s jaw is jutted, lips pressed in a firm line. “I’m nervous that something will go wrong.”

“I’ve blueprinted and revised the plan for months, any potential wrong- I’ve covered it. You know this,” he steps forward, both hands now coming to rest on your shoulders has his eyes invade yours in search of something, anything. “So what’s going on?” You nervously glance at Jimin for what seems like the hundredth time within the past however long this shitshow began. Truth be told, he’s the only one who knows; he’d caught your secret before it had even begun. Jimin warms you with a reassuring smile, egging you to relay your confession. Perhaps he too knew that you were deeper in this situation with Jungkook than you had initially thought. You brace yourself, taking into consideration that you’re an adult and you have control over your own life. You could almost laugh at your own thoughts, who were you kidding?

Inhaling a sharp breath, you give yourself a nod. “Jungkook,” you start, gaze switching from Namjoon to Jimin and then Yoongi. “I-I...uh,” Oh no. “He...we...” You need not finish the words, it hits them. Namjoon more than Yoongi, who simply frowns with a shrug of his shoulders as if to say ‘it could be worse’. Namjoon opens his mouth to speak but quickly closes it, flabbergasted by your unofficial confession. Your eyes are pinned to the ground, feeling his hold on you drop once more. You truly wish the floor would swallow you in this moment. You clench your fists, pressing your lips together.

“You’ve been...” He presses his lips together before starting again. “With him?” It’s so awkward, you now wish the floor would swallow Namjoon too. “I told you to flirt with the guy, not fuck him.” His words slice through and you urge yourself to meet his gaze, a scoff falling past your lips.

“What exactly does ‘distracting him’ mean to you, Namjoon?” That’s all it had started as. A distraction. Perhaps for the both of you, as unconventional as it was, and now...now—

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Namjoon is seething and for what exact reason, you’re unsure of. He drags his palms over his face, an exasperated sigh leaving him when Yoongi cuts in, voice stoic, cool as ice.

“Huh...talk about sleeping with the enemy…” God, you’d like a permanent leave of absence- from life. Your cheeks are surely painted crimson with sheer chagrin, forefinger and thumb coming up to stroke along the bridge of your nose as the weight of the situation becomes a reality.

Now Jimin is speaking up for the first time. “The guy’s hot, have you seen him?” He throws his arms up in defence when Namjoon seers him with a glare. “I had to sit next to him in class for a whole year while trying to convince myself I wasn’t gay… I’m still not completely sure I’m not to be honest and besides, the plan is still moving forward- we’re just a little on edge...all of us.” You remind yourself to stop teasing Jimin about being pointless like you always do. You shoot him a grateful smile. He’s definitely not wrong about the nerves; granted, you’re more nervous than anyone else.

Namjoon clenches his jaw, speaking slowly, cautiously. “You need to get it through your head that with or without you, this is happening. There’s more at stake here than your little…fling.” You know he hates what he’s said because he draws a hiss between his teeth, eyes softening when he offers a tight-lipped smile. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he must’ve hoped though. Somehow, the word ‘fling’ stings you, wondering if that’s how Jungkook saw things too.

But you can’t shut up the part of you that might have thought he’s right, no matter how seemingly insignificant. Somehow, you’re filled with a second wind of sorts, devoid of uncertainty. You know yourself. You know yourself well enough to know that you’re not going to turn your back on Hoseok- especially not over a boy you’ve only known a few months. You just couldn’t do that.

With a nod of your head, the stiff tension that choked the room almost evaporates as Namjoon grins, hand coming up to roughly tousle your hair. You whine audibly, slapping his hand away before the vibration of your phone tears your attention away.

It’s Jungkook.

5:34pm [Jungkook]: Let me take you out tonight.

And suddenly, just like that, your certainty vanishes.

You catch yourself musing about what it would be like had Hoseok not gotten sick. Would everything be normal? Was there even such a thing as a normal? You’re a criminal and although Namjoon would reprimand you for even thinking that, you know that you’re right. He’d rather label you lot as “vigilantes,” before Yoongi’s bound to cut him off with a lengthy speech about labels having been rendered useless in today’s society. ‘If we’re going to be criminals, we’re gonna be lawful ones,’ he’d once said, followed by a vocal discourse on being allowed to be whoever the hell you wanted to be.

Following that, with Jimin’s help, you landed a job with an old classmate of his, the guy being Jeon Jungkook himself. The CEO had hired you personally to work as his assistant at GFC, his film production company. You had even joked with the others that it was security money, just enough to pay off your living expenses. What you hadn’t expected was a proposal from Namjoon and Jimin. They had “coincidentally” been planning this for months- you’d even guess close to a year. Through the grapevine, Jimin had heard of a partnership that had been manifesting for ages. A massive merger with another production company called Gemini Pictures. It would launch GFC as one of the biggest film production titans in the business and if sold, it would bring you millions ... $2.5 million to be exact.

It was certainly more than enough to pay off your student loans, and it gave the slightest glimmer of hope towards a potential cure for Hoseok’s affliction. How could you ever say no to that? It most certainly had not been in your interests to get involved with Jungkook more than just as his assistant. You hadn’t planned to start an intimate relationship, nor had you expected to feel more. Did you feel more? Your head is beginning to pound, your chest tightening as the feeling of disgrace rumbles through you once again. What were you even doing with yourself?

You shake your head and close your eyes tight, trying to force the thoughts out. They first persist, but then eventually yield, a certain gloomy calmness filling you once more. This isn’t exactly a date-night headspace you want to be in right now… But it may be time to get your shit together.

Jungkook picks you up at eight o’clock on the dot. You can’t control your laughter when you see him donning a heavily patterned blue Hawaiin shirt to match his white shorts. His hair is wavy, dark against the setting sun and he’s grinning at you, the faintest indents of his dimples marking his cheeks. He did tell you to dress ‘extra’ casual tonight and you still don’t have a clue as to where you’re going.

Your leg bounces as he drives you to the mysterious destination. The soft thrum of jazz oozes through the car speakers as Jungkook’s fingers drum against his steering wheel with the beat. You twiddle your fingers on your lap, freezing as you feel the palm of his hand rest on the expanse of your exposed thigh. Normally, you’d be itching for him to raise them a little higher, to feel his slender fingers against you but nothing about this particular action infers sensuality. It’s a welcome motion, and you feel the all-too-familiar butterflies flutter once more. When you relax your shoulders, your head twists to view him. Though it’s darkening, the light from the lamp posts you’re driving through brush Jungkook’s face in ribbons. The shadows outline the curve of his ‘J’ nose and the sharp cut of his jaw. His eyes are focused on the road, a soft smile painted warmly across his face as he senses your blatant ogle.

“You’re tense,” he says, giving your bare leg a gentle squeeze. “Something on your mind?”

“S-sorry,” you stutter, ripping your gaze away and dropping to your lap. “This is just nice...really nice.” You admit, silently thanking the coat of shadows that overtake the sure blush that’s painted your cheeks. Your earlier thoughts seem to return, sitting at the back of your mind but they’re soon interrupted as the car rolls to a smooth stop. A low thump of carnival music is heard, followed by the painful shriek of children screeching with joy. Your head instantly shoots up, your vision encompassed by the sight of colourful lights, people, tents and a giant Ferris wheel beaming a million watts of light into the moon-kissed night. Jungkook puts the car in gear, pulling the parking brake before he unclips his seatbelt.

“Well,” he exhales almost nervously as he slowly turns to you. “We’ve arrived.” The cheeky bastard. You don’t answer, preoccupied with awe at the summer festivities ahead of you. Pausing for a moment, Jungkook regards you, a brief smile adorning his face before he exits the car and moves to the passenger side. Ever the perfect gentleman, he opens the door for you, and you’re hit by the scent of popcorn and fried goods as he helps you step out of the car. Your stomach immediately grumbles and you’re certain he had heard it too. You also note that Jungkook really enjoys holding your hand, never releasing it since helping you out of his car. When he does release it, he’s itching to touch you again, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you in for a kiss against your temple.

You take in every bit of the environment around you, the obnoxiously loud music that blares from the game booths you pass by, the smell of deep-fried corn dogs and the various costume figures prancing around the fairground. When he pays for your tickets (much to your dismay and resistance), he makes a beeline towards the burger vendor. “Not only did I hear your stomach let out an imprisoned Wookiee— I felt it transfer through your bones to me.” He’s beaming at you when you throw your head back in laughter.

That’s not the only way Jungkook manages to win over your heart throughout the night. He quite literally wins you over once more with a stuffed penguin, spending what felt like an eternity going after every 10-year old that challenged him at bottle tossing. Six games later, you have a penguin the size of a toddler in your arms, and a Jungkook around your waist.

“What should we name it?” You scoop a spoonful of strawberry ice cream into your mouth as you two walk through the fairground hand in hand.

“Lyara,” Jungkook replies simply.

You cock your head to the side. “Lyara? Oddly...human.” your eyes narrow towards him. “Is that the name of your secret mistress or something? Why Lyara?” You jab, a grin beaming from you as he laughs. You see the familiar indents crinkling around the outer corners of his eyes while he shakes his head no.

“What kind of pervert would name their kid after their mistress?” You’re laughing again, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth as you nod in agreeance. He shrugs. “I dunno, it’s pretty. For a future daughter.” You pause in your steps, arching a brow his way.

“You’re telling me this penguin is our kid?” He’s laughing again, this time his head of curls bouncing with the shake of his shoulders.

Unfortunately, all you manage to win Jungkook is a bright blue plastic ring. Regardless, he wears it for the rest of the night, demanding that it matches his shirt. The guilt brewing in your chest foams as he joins you in your second ice cream cone of the night. You have an inkling that he senses something is wrong, not letting you stray far into your thoughts as he sneaks you behind tents to secretly make out. It’s when his fingers brush over the front of your jeans shorts that you start tugging him away from the shadows, insisting that you’ve had enough public sex for your own good. Of course, he insists that it’s only public if people see. You’re sure that he’s wrong.

The final event Jungkook takes you to is the great behemoth of a Ferris wheel whose lights illuminate the entire fairground. You don’t feel as if you deserve it when the night’s fireworks pop and flitter just as you reach the top. But you find yourself unable to watch them as Jungkook’s fingers weave into your hair lovingly, pushing aside stray clumps and tickling your scalp before placing a kiss against your lips.

It’s a welcome kiss, sprinkled by a heavy sense of displacement. You find yourself asking if you’re genuinely present. There’s no sexual intent behind this one, only knocking the breath out of from its rawness. He pulls away, forehead resting against yours.

“The moon’s beautiful tonight, but… I don’t think it’s the prettiest thing tonight,” he says as his eyes rest on yours. You’re speechless for a moment, eyes wide and blinking towards him before you’re breaking into a fit of laughter. His cheesy antics get the best of you, unable to stop the bubble of giggles spilling out of you. Too goddamn cheesy. Jungkook laughs with you, leaning in for another kiss and your teeth clash as you both grin, lips eventually finding each other.

The ride starts to move again.

It begins to drizzle when you reach the parkade of the carnival and by the time you reach your house, Jungkook is pulling out your penguin in defence against the heavy sheets of rain. You both run to your porch in giggles, Jungkook content to walk you to your door. Once in the shelter of your front porch, he hands you back the stuffed animal, tightly clutching it between your arm and your chest. Lyara is drenched at the moment- but so are the two of you. His dark hair sticks to his forehead and runs droplets down his neck. Despite it all, he’s still incarnate beauty.

“Thank you,” Jungkook says, taking you by surprise. What could he be possibly thanking you for? You capture your bottom lip as you smile, feeling the tickle of wet hair drop down the sides of your cheek.

“No, thank you.” Standing on your tiptoes, you’re quick to peck his cheek. “Tonight was...magical.” You’re trying to lag, not wanting this night to end. As you say your last goodbyes, Jungkook places a kiss against your forehead, holding you in place as if he’s hesitant to let go. He says his final farewell and you’re jiggling your keys into the lock before Jungkook is twisting you around to grab your face and kiss you hard against his lips.

You feel as though you’ve been transported years ago, to some now well forgotten high school memory. The electricity is the same, the spark that draws you to him is all too familiar. Surely, some replicant of young teenage love. From forth the fatal loins... You can’t help but become fully entangled with his love; it’s soft, sweet and drips of innocence. A dauntless love, unafraid of any future so long as it was with you. It slowly sears you inside but you can’t escape him. You deepen the kiss, swept away by the affection he so unashamedly provides. You also find difficulty escaping the memory of his fingers hovering over your cunt earlier that night behind the tents.

You want him.

With one arm looping around his neck, the other pushes the stuffed penguin between your chests as your lips latch onto each other for dear life. In your haste to open the door, you both clunk into your apartment, laughter bubbling from the both of you as your keys hit the ground with a loud clank along with the soaked penguin plushie. As you close the front door behind you, he’s pushing you against it, mouth on yours completely relentless. His hands roam across the side of your body, hitching one leg up to his torso as the other hand stays planted against your cheek. He tastes of strawberries and mint.

You squeal as Jungkook lifts you completely against the door, your legs circling around his waist as his arms support under your ass. He begins walking and in what direction, he’s even unsure of.

“Bedroom,” you guide him and he only hums, following the guidance of your gentle directions. When he reaches your bed, he’s flicking the light switch on and closing the door behind him with the persuasion of his feet. He staggers over to your bed, plopping you onto the mattress as his lips never fail to leave your own. He hovers above you, torso nudges your legs open as he places himself between them.

His movements that follow aren’t like before, no, nothing like it at all; this had no hallmark trade of frantic hands grasping at too-tight clothing, moving desperately across from each other’s panting bodies. This time it’s far more careful, far more calculated...far more loving. What’s more, is that you find yourself enjoying this to a highly exceptional degree. Jungkook takes him time, lips on every inch of skin that he undresses. He starts with the slow unbuttoning of your shirt, moving onto the latch of your bra before he’s already he’s got you bare underneath him with nothing but a thin barrier of your panties. His fingertips meander across your inviting curves, lips following the trails that his soft hands set. You do the same for him, taking your time to remove the blue Hawaiian shirt he so proudly wore tonight, lips never leaving his. But when they do, a sigh falls from you because he’s latched his mouth around one of your breasts. You’re both now only separated by the fabric of your undergarments, bodies already coated with a sticky damp from the rain and the beginning of sweat. You can already feel Jungkook’s length press against you as he moves onto your other breast, tongue circling over your erect nipple before he’s grazing his teeth over it. As he does this, a hand glides down your torso, past the ridges of your ribcage, down to the curve of your hips until he’s just barely ghosting over your dripping heat. Unlatching his mouth, he grins to look at you, a sly finger pushing the fabric aside before it’s teasingly running up your very wet slit.

“So wet already?” He hums in appreciation. You blush at his words, a moan escaping you when he purposely dabs a fingertip over your throbbing clit. “So beautiful.” His mouth is back on yours, hot and powerful, granting access to your tongue with a swipe of his own over the seams of your lips. Though fervour, the kisses remain gentle, patient as his hands roam up and down your sides. You’re only losing your mind when he’s detaching his lips to suckle against the skin just under your jaw. He does not abandon a single inch of you with his mouth as he skims down your body. From your neck, he’s licking down through the delve of your breasts before he’s kissing and licking down past your navel. You squirm underneath him but he holds you in place, broad hands clipping your hips back as he moves in between your thighs. You can’t even imagine how soaked you truly are in this moment, not when he nips the skin of your inner thighs with his teeth, soothing the bites with kisses and licks. Nothing about it is painful, only an enhancement to your already mind-fogging arousal. Your breaths cut deeply into the air, chest rising and falling with the beat of your thumping heart. You feel the graze of his nose bump against your clothed cunt, a whimper leaving you when the flat of his tongue is hotly placed against the white fabric.

“J-jungkook…” You can’t decide if you want to look, or squeeze your eyes shut to keep yourself from coming already. You choose the latter, not trusting yourself to look. You can already feel it, every brush of his mouth and hands only shooting straight to your clit with that familiar tingle. You feel his teeth capture the hem of your underwear, as he pulls it down your right leg with the tug of his mouth. It’s tantalizingly slow, left hand hooking against the other side to aid in disrobing before you’re laid unclad before him. He hovers over your heat, hot breath fanning over your needy cunt. It ripples a shudder through you, chest deeply rising and falling as licks a stroke over the folds of your outer labia. “Fuck,” you whisper, fingers snaking into his hair as he continues his teasing. You jut your hip up to no avail, his powerful arms holding them hostage to the mattress underneath you.

He simply spreads you further, your cunt glistening for his taking. “What a pretty sight.” His words send an inferno through your chest, a rasp attached to the need his voice. You gasp, hips involuntarily snapping up in his hold as the tip of his tongue lightly flicks against your clit. Closing your eyes, you release a deep breath, licking your lips as he goes in for another kitten lick. Your fingers tighten their grip in his hair, an encouraging push holding him further into your cunt. He knows how much he’s driving you crazy, relenting into your sighs and moans as he finally circles a tongue around your bead. You feel a hint of a smirk against your heat as he feels you physically shudder underneath him. Your toes are curling when he dives in again, this time his tongue steady against your clit, relentless and with a pressure that leaves you arching your back for more. His swirling tongue alternates between flicks and sucks, taking the entirety of your swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth as his tongue shallowly fucks your hole. You’re a moaning mess underneath his mouth, twisting and turning in his grasp until you feel as if you’re hurting his scalp from how tight you’re gripping his hair. He’s not complaining one bit, simply humming against your heat as he slurps, licks and sucks your sensitive bead. You feel it bubble in your chest, every curl of his tongue pushing a tightness into your chest. It grows with each flick, each dab of friction until you’re coming undone underneath him. A whiny, shuddery puddle of limps in his hold as he continues licking you clean through your orgasm. You don’t know what’s different about this time, your orgasm clinging onto your bones as you linger in your high. When Jungkook pulls away, mouth and chin shining with your arousal, you feel a shiver of cool air hit your clit as goosebumps form on the surface of your skin. He kisses the top of your thigh, eyes levelling with yours as he beams a grin.

“Good?” When you nod, he’s grabbing your legs and encouraging you to flip over to your stomach. You let him take control, twisting your body until your chest is flat against the mattress and your ass is out for him in a presentation of sorts. You yelp when he spanks you, the echo of the noise filling the room before the sting is eased with a soft knead from his hand. Spreading your cheeks apart with his broad hands, you can hear him curse under his breath before he’s dipping to press a kiss to your shoulder blade. “You want me, baby?” You can only whimper in response, following a swivel of your hips to indicate just how badly you want him to fill you. He doesn’t leave the absence of your back, one hand pushing your hair away from your neck as the other is lining himself to your sex. His tip is already sticky against your slit and he rubs it over your folds a few times before he’s pushing into you. You both groan, feeling the depths of each other as Jungkook kisses your neck, your shoulders as he’s inching into you. Your eyes are squeezed shut, breathing laboured as his girth fills you to the hilt.

You’ve come to realize your greed with Jungkook’s cock as each ridge hits every curve of your walls with unexplainable bliss. As his hips begin a steady rock, his chest flush against your back. He’s biting down on the flesh of your shoulder- gentle, with a tingle of his tongue soothing across the skin. That’s when you feel a free hand grab a fistful of your hair, pulling it in his hold so you’re forced to twist your head for him to place a heated kiss against your lips. It’s sloppy and hits the corner your mouth more than anything but there’s something so divine about his want to feel your lips as he’s thrusting into you. He fucks you like this, his guttural moans and breathy curses chanted into your ear. It’s when he yanks your hair back that you’re forced to sit up on your calves, back still against his chest. He releases your hair, instead circling the arm around your chest as his other hand moves down to your mound. The pads of his fingertips find your swollen clit, hips continuing a gyrating pace as his fingers caress the bundle of nerves. You’re a mess in his arms, completely given to his touch- overwhelmed by the sensation of his fingers on your clit and his dick rocking into your repeatedly. You moan, curse and whimper as his lips latch around the skin of your neck while he fucks you. His mouth suctions to your neck, leaving a soothing sting as he marks you with paintings of purple bruises. “Mine,” you can hear him say. “All fucking mine.” Your eyes roll back, leaning against him as he has his way with you. He places several marks, one just under your jaw, by your collarbone until your neck is a mosaic of lovebites done by the artist himself, Jeon Jungkook.

You come undone once more like this, clenching hard around him as a final swipe of his fingers have your walls spasm around his girth. You’re crying out loud against him, shaking as he has you twist your head again to place a kiss against your lips. Jungkook’s not done with you yet, now encouraging you lay on your back. He pulls your legs up, resting them onto the crease of his elbow before he’s sinking into you again, the new angle hitting differently. You can finally see the level of sweat built onto his skin, his hair damp and twisted over his eyes. His teeth are gritted, veins in his neck prominent as he begins another pace of his hips into you. “Fuck- you’re so fucking beautiful and tight- wet...I-” He’s spewing nonesense, so lost in you and unable to not taste you. He dips in for another kiss while he fucks you like that. When he pulls away, you feel a broad hand hover over your throat.

Of every sexual partner you’ve had, it’s only Jungkook you’ve let have his way with you like this, raw and unforgiving. It fills you with emotion, near tears as you feel the warmth of his palm press against the base of your neck, fingers gripping. Your fingers instantly latch around his choking arm for support, feeling every groove and ridge of his veins running up the flesh. You feel the air escape you, only enhancing the feel of his cock pistoning into you with great speed. You look at him, face flushed, beads of sweat dribbling down his forehead and so much lust in his eyes, it forces you to circle your legs around his torso to pull him closer. The fingers around your throat tightens, lips hovering above yours before he’s pressing feverish kisses against your lips.

“Baby, I’m gonna c-cum,” he admits and you can tell he’s losing control as his thrusts become sloppier, grasp around your neck also loosening. For the third time that night, you come again. This time, you feel a bead of a tear stream past the corner of your eye, rolling into your ear from the feeling of your third orgasm. From how hard you clench around him, Jungkook comes shortly after. His second painting of the evening being that of his cum spurting against your inner walls. You feel it, hot and sticky- moaning as he continues to messily thrust after his own high. Releasing your neck in his hold, he kisses you with such great need, you’re winded, arms scrambling to hold him against you. Your lips find each other, soft and sweet as you cradle your bodies in each other’s holds for as long as you possibly can.

“I love you,” he breathes, a kiss placed onto the tip of your nose. You don’t expect the words to come out of his mouth, frankly only thinking he’s said this because you’ve just had the best sex in your sexual endeavours thus far. But you love him too- that much you can’t deny. As fucked up as it is, Jungkook had become your safe haven, a person to feel your best self with. With him, there was no talk about your next loot, no generalized overview of your group. With him, you were an individual, a person of value just on your own. To him, you were already his Astraea.

With that, you smile, bumping your nose against his as you pull him against your mouth once again. “I love you too.”

You fall asleep to the soft pitter-patter of the rain that hits against your rooftop and the warmth of Jungkook’s body pressed against you.

When morning comes, Jungkook takes you again. He wakes you with a gentle flurry of featherlike kisses to your shoulder and back, a hand skimming down your bare arm. He fucks you on your sides, your back against his chest as he hooks a leg over his arm to thrust into you more comfortably. You both come undone within minutes, still sensitive from the night before and when he’s pulling out, you’re twisting your body to meet his gaze. His doe eyes gleam, lips stretching into a lazy smile as he takes your hand in his.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he greets you, the thin line of his dimples marking the edge of his mouth. His face is slightly swollen, cheeks rosy from his orgasm two minutes ago. You smile back, raising your intertwined fingers to places a kiss against the back of his hand.

“Good morning, you nymph.” He chuckles, wholeheartedly, his chest flexing underneath the vibrations of his angelic laugh before he’s yawning. You yawn shortly after, something about the old legend of soulmates yawning at the same time coming into the conversation. You’re not sure how long you talk in bed, his fingers continuing to stroke shapes against your bare skin and your nails massaging along his scalp.

“Was that okay?” He suddenly asks, eyes sharpening onto the litter of marks over your neck. You roll your eyes because of course, it was okay. “I’m sorry about those- heat of the moment.” You know he’s not completely sorry.

“More than.” You reassure him. You half expect your maid from Romeo and Juliet to come rushing through your doors, urging you to get dressed before you get caught. But she never comes in person, only through a quick glance of the clock that sits on the wall behind Jungkook’s head as you look past it. It’s 1pm already- you’re supposed to meet the group at 3pm. You pause, a flitter of doldrums cascading over you as your epiphany hits.

Today is the heist.

You frown, lips jutting into a pout, your chest only swallowing more guilt as Jungkook uses his thumb to crease the etches of your frown lines away.

“I have to go in a little while,” you say with great regret, feeling sick to your stomach already.

Jungkook only hums understandingly. “Okay.” You’re thankful that he doesn’t press you further or push to stay longer. You’ve always admired that he respects your boundaries. “You really are pretty you know?” You snort at his, poking his chest as you roll your eyes.

“Is that all you like me for? For being pretty?” He seems to take legitimate offence to your accusation, an eyebrow tilted towards you as he captures the finger pressed against his chest.

“Hey, I don’t just like you, I love you, okay?” Your voice hitches in your throat, gulping as he simply beams a bunny grin towards you, playing with your finger in the grasp of his hand. “And secondly, I bet you don’t even know the date we first met.”

You blink at him. “What?”

He simply smiles again, bringing your finger up to place a kiss against the tip. “March 14, 2019- now, I should get going huh?” Before you’re able to say anything, he’s releasing your finger and propping himself onto his arms to leave. Truthfully, you’re in too much shock that he’s even remembered such an intricate detail. “Even though today’s my day off…” You knew that though, which is why you chose today of all the days to rob him. You watch his bare bottom flex as he lifts from your mattress, hands on his hips while he searches for his discarded clothing.

When Jungkook leaves, after another round of shower sex (you swear the man has the libido of a freshly blossomed pubescent), you’re left with an utter void pierced through your chest and a dull ache in between your legs. Jimin arrives to pick you up within the hour of Jungkook’s departure, not failing to tease you about the evident markings of your late-night sexcapades. However, it had been so much more than that last night.

You’re once again empty inside.

“Okay,” Yoongi says into the microphone before him. “Testing uh, the communications.”

You can’t help but grin. As informal as he is, he can’t escape your detection at his trying so hard to be a kind of James Bond. Your very own Q, as it were, had managed to give you a myriad of ingenious gifts.

The low-light glasses he has provided you with is a modicum more utility in darkness, but they are by no means completely night vision. Namjoon is reciting the plan for the umpteenth time. He’s pacing, trying to keep it cool and obviously failing. And in contrast, Jimin is so uncharacteristically icy, it almost cools the room. He usually gets like this before one of your robberies, while everyone else is near hysterics. But as usual, you’re quiet. Absorbing the moment. Trying to centre yourself. Surprisingly enough, it’s working- for the most part. Your hammering heart has managed to slow, and your nerves have almost quit rattling. Somehow, in the back of your mind, you know it’s only a matter of time before… Before what? It all comes crashing down? What was it, anyway? What the hell were you doing here?

As if on queue, you squash the doubts. There’ll be none of that this expedition; you cannot afford to let your feelings get in the way this time. After what seems like a mild eternity, Namjoon finishes, and with a final look around the room, his eyes rest on yours. It feels as though he’s looking straight into you, no, through you. You feel him searching for the shreds of doubt you’ve just put on mute. You stare back into his gaze, confident, undertones of defiance. Seemingly satisfied, he breaks away from your eyes. It’s then that you realize he’d seen the marks of your previous night’s escapades littering dark against your neck. You clear your throat and cup your neck in hopes of some shred of dignity left within you.

“Alright, then,” he says at long last, addressing the motley crew before him. “I think we’re ready.”

[Golden Film Closet Headquarters. Time: 9:06pm]

The secret doorway that leads to the rear of the building was put in for a single purpose: evasion of the hordes of reporters that continually plague Jungkook’s day-to-day. It’s a route that Jungkook had to take often, and on one occasion had shared the secrecy of with you- one of your intimate endeavours.

To his own credit, it’s the perfect secret entrance. It stands unassuming and vacant beneath a flickering, near-dead fluorescent light whose buzzing fades indiscernible beneath the cacophony of crickets surrounding you. The rusted door is unmarked, sandwiched between two too-large pillars of concrete that runs up the length of the building itself. A quick cursory glance reveals no cameras. Perfect. Jimin follows close behind you, his hand resting nervously on the can of pepper spray he felt compelled to bring along.

Earlier in the meeting, you had scoffed at such a precaution. It wasn’t as though you had done deep recon into the security shifts, oh no. It’s also definitely not as though you’ve managed to memorize the schedule by now, and know the precise moment when the guards would inevitably change shifts. You know it’s only a precaution, but Jimin’s paranoia nonetheless sends you off with a rather sour taste in your mouth.

You realize sometimes it feels as though you have no credibility with the group. Are they humouring you?

Your thoughts are rudely interrupted by Jimin fiddling with the door. “Giving it five more seconds for the keygen program,” he whispers. “Just have to make sure nobody’s monitoring the cameras.”

Five seconds? Five seconds lasts a lifetime under the wrong conditions, and these certainly made the criteria. However, you know it was time well spent. Yoongi had outdone himself on the crack program that he had uploaded to Jimin’s phone, or so he had thought. You both would find out soon enough.

After an eternity, the door finally clicks, and the small red LED by the door’s handle swatches to green with a small click.

You slowly exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and Jimin exclaims under his breath. “It… Worked. My God, Yoongi, you’re a genius.”

“Of course it worked,” crackled Yoongi’s voice over the radio, irate and pompous. “What do you take me for, anyway?” Jimin ignores the jab and slowly creaks open the door, motioning for you to follow. You disappear behind the darkness of what lay beyond the doorway, and silently close the door behind you.

Utter darkness encompasses beyond; complete and utter darkness. Your heart begins to hammer as you realize you aren’t entirely sure that you remember the labyrinth of hallways that lead to the emergency stairs.

“You’re up, _____,” Jimin whispers in the dark. “Lord knows you know this place way better than I do.” The truth of it stings as you recall the day that Jungkook had lead you down the pathways in a successful attempt at evading the press. You shake the memory before it has a chance to take hold, and you draw the low-light glasses Yoongi had cooked up for the pair of you. You slide them over your eyes, and the oppressive darkness suddenly gives way to a static wash of dark olive as the room around you gains clarity. The door behind you is one of two, and the other door lay beyond. It’s the door that you had forgotten about.

“Oh, shit,” you mutter under your breath.

“What? What’s ‘shit’? Talk to me,” Jimin hisses from behind you.

“There’s another door,” you relay. “It doesn’t look like the last one. It might need a key.”

Jimin swears behind you as Namjoon’s voice fills your ear, panicked. “What do you mean, another door? That’s not what you told us.”

You’re silent without a reply, and starting to wonder if this is even the same door that Jungook had shown you before. Without warning, your memory takes over as you recall the day he led you down the passage. As your mind is filled with the warm memories of a simpler time, you also remember that the door in front of you isn’t locked. “What’s the use in locking it?” Jungkook had told you that day. “Nobody’s going to find it, anyway.”

Until today.

Silent, moving like black liquid, you creep forward in the darkness and rest your hand on the knob. It twists, unlocked, and the door swings open.

“Well, I sure feel dumb now,” Jimin says after a silent moment passes.

You hear an exhale over the mike, Namjoon’s voice near shaking as he speaks. “Dumbness aside, we’re on a clock here. You guys have to keep moving.” You proceed through the door into what looks like a utility room. In the corner, you see cameras active, swivelling back and forth, sweeping the room for irregularity. As Jimin starts to enter the room, you yank him out of view of the camera’s field of vision.

“Hey, what are you-” he whispers loudly as you clap a hand over his mouth. With your eyes, you nod towards the camera. His eyes relax, head nodding upon realization.

“Yoongi, the cameras are active,” you whisper into the mic, releasing Jimin.

“Not a problem,” comes his reply, instant and confident. A heartbeat later, he follows up. “... Rear surveillance neutralized. Proceed with caution, as always.” The red LED of the camera fades off without a sound, and the camera stops panning, immobilized. Nervously, you proceed through the room. The last door you find is the one that leads into the main utility hallway, a passageway not known or used by much staff beyond maintenance. This was one part of the building you weren’t quite familiar with; Namjoon had managed to pull the blueprints from a public service building, and the rest was history.

He gets on the microphone. “You guys know where you’re headed?” he asks, a hint of uncertainty creeping in his already nervous voice.

“Don’t worry, nobody fell asleep at your TED Talk,” you reply with a grin he can’t see. Jimin stacks up against the door, running the keygen program from his Bluetooth.

“Five more seconds….and, we’re in,” he says. The door makes a familiar click as the lock is bypassed, and Jimin gently creaks it open to survey. His head still out of the crack in the door, his hand raises in a ‘follow me’ gesture. You take a breath and step out into the illuminated hallway, alone, save for Jimin. At the end of the corridor lays one of the final obstacles to your reward; the door with a physical lock. Yoongi’s technological magic would be of little help here, but your dexterous skills might be.

“Oh great, another door,” Jimin mutters under your breath. “How much you want to bet it’s locked?”

“I’m not sure you want to make that bet,” you reply as you stride towards the door, pulling a bobby pin from your hair and a multitool from your pocket. It doesn’t take long for you to pick the lock. In fact, it might have been one of your faster times. You find yourself thanking the number of times you’ve picked your way out of Skyrim’s dungeons as the Khajit.

I am the Kajit, you tell yourself as the door swings open with overwhelming satisfaction. You turn around with a smirk planted firmly on your mouth, Jimin’s surprised face radiating a sense of smugness you simply can’t let go unnoticed.

“Did you always know how to do that?” He asks, quiet and genuinely impressed. You shrug, and turn to the first flight of stairs, leaving him with his imagination to play hell over his own speculation. You crane your neck upwards, staring up into the seemingly infinite staircase. Did you have a good physed class grade? Would that even matter now?

The staircase is daunting, but there exists no other option. You know that use of any elevators would give you away in a heartbeat. You sigh, and take the first step. And after what feels like an eternity, your legs feel as if they’ve run 150km within the past few minutes.

“Thanks for choosing such a tall building,” Jimin sarcastically breathes between deep pants. “I’m really digging all these stairs.” You try to muster the strength to reply but find none. The final flight to Jungkook’s office stares back at you, mockingly, daring you to come closer. A second wind brings you finally to Jungkook’s floor. Jimin takes his time catching up. “Is this finally it?” he asks, beads of sweat now streaming down his face. The 22 storey-long trek had absolutely beaten your legs to a pulp, and you now stood balanced on wobbly knees. Nevertheless, it had all been worth it. The prize that you had come all this way for lay just beyond another door.

However, you know this door wouldn’t be like the others at all. You know this because Jungkook had told this to you the first time he had taken you up to his office. Correction— the first time he had taken you to his office and left you panting, a sopping, carnal mess of ecstasy laying sprawled on his eloquent hardwood floors. You wonder how many times those same security officers you snuck passed earlier watched Jungkook take you on his desk. The thought makes your cheeks heat as realization dawns on you.

“Yes,” you reply breathlessly. “This is it.” Jimin scuttles from behind you, and boots up the keygen program for the umpteenth time, now frighteningly routine given the circumstances. The door swings open without a hitch, and you stride into the Jungkook’s office. Somehow, it had seemed all too easy. You can’t tell if this means you guys are just getting that good at this, or maybe if…

Yoongi’s voice comes through your earpiece to cut your thoughts. “Surveillance has been looped and spoofed. I doubt it’s going to fool them for long, so chop-chop.” Jimin stays a moment to close the door silently behind you, standing vigilant in the hallway as you walk straight to his computer desk… the very one he had taken you so fervently many times before.

“Okay, I’m at his desktop,” you say into your microphone.

“Amazing,” Yoongi replies. “Now, all you have to do is plug in the flash drive into the computer, and let him do his thing. It shouldn’t take too long.”

Your fingers fiddle with the slick plastic of Yoongi’s piece de resistance, the flash drive that would make a transfer of the 2.5 million dollars you sought. You somehow find the strength to keep yourself from fiddling, but it does nothing to quell the shakes that now grip your hands. Placing the USB stick in the port, you turn it once before it slots comfortably in place.

“Guys?” You radio to the rest of the team. “We might have a problem.” A handsome image of Jungkook now shows on the screen with a box below it, requesting a password.

“If there’s a password, don’t worry about it,” Yoongi reassures you. “I took the liberty of cracking that earlier, too. It should be Bananamilk121397- that’s with a capital ‘B’ and all one word.” At speed, you type in the password.

‘ACCESS DENIED’ flashes before you. You curse under your breath, typing it again, a little slower this time. The message remains.

“Yoongi, that’s not right.”

“What?” comes over the radio. You begin to sweat.

“I don’t know!” you exclaim but in a whisper. “It isn’t working.”

“Damn it,” Yoongi curses over the radio. “He must’ve changed it recently.” You curse under your breath. All the planning, all the recon, everything that had led to this moment, had all been for nothing.

“Are you kidding me?” Jimin hisses. “There’s no way. We’ve come all this way, this can’t stop us now.”

“I don’t think it will,” Yoongi says. “Let me work my magic. I’ll see what I can do from here.”

“Give us five minutes max,” Namjoon cuts on the radio. “Just five minutes, don’t panic- I’m sure we can buy some more time here.” You only close your eyes in exhaustion. This was not going as planned. Barely a minute passes by, agonizingly slowly, before Yoongi’s voice fills your ear.

“Okay, the fucker did change it- listen carefully, 03142019- with an exclamation mark at the end,” he relays.

Your heart sinks through your chest. The date is all to familiar- you had heard it merely a few hours ago.

The password was the date you and Jungkook had first met.

Suddenly, your breath leaves you. You’re left filled with a sense of utter disgust. You do your best to stomach the disgust that fills you. You think of Hoseok, lying immobile and helpless in a cold hospital bed, waiting as the days tick by to his inevitable end. With some difficulty, you swallow the lump that had formed in your throat, and with lightning precision you type out the password.

[PASSWORD ACCEPTED]

“I’m in.” Your voice wavers, holding down the choke of a sob.

“I’m…kind of surprised that worked,” Yoongi replies. “Okay, so, you’re looking for a file called ‘GPI-GFC411’ - all you have to do is transfer the file to the flashdrive and then delete it from his computer.” Yoongi pauses, a breathless laugh following shortly after. “And then? We’ve got ourselves a lot of money, baby.”

The humour doesn’t register with you. At this point, not a whole lot does. You don’t feel the elation you hear in Yoongi’s voice. With some navigation, you manage to find the file, hidden beneath a myriad of folders. However, the sheer mass of the file itself fills you with dread.

“Shit, you guys- this file is fucking massive, it’s going to take at least another 10 minutes.” You’re panicked once again.

Namjoon comes on the radio again, his icy voice filling your ear. “Calm. Down. This isn’t the worst thing. Just transfer the damn file, and get out of there. We can’t afford to waste time anymore.”

You know his words make sense, but you can’t calm down. Here you were in Jungkook’s office, the office where he had given you a part of his heart and soul so many times before. No, you wouldn’t calm down, you couldn’t calm down knowing that you’re part of the force now robbing him. After everything he had done, here you were. Your chest tightens, and before you know it, the tears follow the revelation, silently running down your face.

Ten minutes later, the file transfers. The tears have long since dried, leaving you with a sense of abysmal emptiness in your chest. Sniffling once, you eject the USB drive from the port and without warning, Jimin runs into the office, carefully closing the door behind him. He is frantic.

“Shit, c’mon, we’ve gotta go- I heard some staff come back in.” He drags you away, flashdrive in one hand, your wrist in another. The scene passes by you in an entire blur, somehow muffled in your mind. You hear Jimin, but you aren’t listening. You’ve never felt more disgusted in your entire life as you’re dragged away from Jungkook’s office, torn away from a place you had shared so many memories with someone who professed their love for you not too long ago.

You’ve avoided Jungkook like he’s the plague incarnate. It’s been difficult as his assistant but he hasn’t come to work much as of late. The sense of stress and anxiety that fills you with dread whenever the phone buzzes with his name is beginning to reach a head, and even your team has realized that something is up. No longer are you the clean, flawless porcelain visage of stoicism; your cracks were starting to show, numerous as they are. However, there was no denying the truth; he knows he’s been robbed, the whole office knows he’s been robbed. Things played out exactly as planned. You took the funds under your wing, and passed them onto the team. What happened to everything after your cut was a mystery to you, and you can only hope at least some of it was spent responsibly. Your mind drifts back to Hoseok, thinking back to the few visits you’ve had with him. But on the outside, not much has changed. It’s all the same, you’re just 2.5 million dollars richer.

Your fingers tap anxiously against your cheek as you sit at your desk, replaying the night over and over again in your mind. Even if it has been a few weeks, the injustice you dealt to Jungkook has been all you can think about.

“Hey,” comes the all-too-familiar voice from behind you. You crane your head towards the sounds, eyes widening and a gasp leaving you as a very tired looking Jungkook is stood before you. His dark hair is more dishevelled than his usual curls, shirt lazily buttoned in a half-hearted attempt to pass as a put together CEO. The dark circles under his eyes give away how little he’s slept in the last few weeks, and it’s beginning to show; yet, he still looks breathtaking. Effortlessly so. You haven’t heard much from him as of late, and whenever you did, he had always seemed elsewhere. When he had looked at you, it was as if he wasn’t really looking at you at all. This had made you nervous and had done little more than justify your distance from him. But here he is now, right in front of you. You hadn’t accounted for this, in fact, you dreaded the day it would happen.

“Jungkook…” You start, your mouth now drying. You wonder if you look just as distressed as him. He doesn’t say anything else, offering a tight-lipped smile and a nod before he’s turning to head into the privacy of his office. You scramble to your feet in haste, his cold demeanour leaving an unbearable pressure in the room, a pressure you feel desperate to leave. “Jungkook, wait!” You follow after him. Jungkook pauses right before his door, twisting his body to meet your gaze.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.” He relents.

You’re taken aback, your head only shaking in reassurance. “No, we’ve both been busy, don’t be sorry. It’s completely fine.”

His lips quirk in the slightest, an empty shell of a smile as he nods, eyes raking over you. “I’ve missed you.” His admission hurts, cuts deep in places you don’t talk about at parties. You’ve missed him too- so much but you can’t bring yourself to saying it out loud. “You look beautiful...as usual” Despite it all, his sage voice and kind words still manage to a blush to creep across your cheeks. You can’t let his suaveness go unchallenged. Just like old times, the words leave your mouth before you can stop them.

“Let me...how about you come over tonight? I’ll cook dinner.” Without warning, his demeanour shifts entirely. He locks up, uncharacteristically stoic, his usual doe eyes radiating a cold criticism of who stands before him. His handsome face turns to stone, entirely unreadable. This isn’t like him at all, and a silent part of you is put screaming on edge. Eventually, he relents, filling you with an undeserved rush of enthusiasm.

“Ah…alright,” he replies after a tense moment. “I’ll come by at seven or so.” The smile he offers is hollow, sympathetic as it doesn’t quite embed the crows feet around the outer corners of his eyes like it usually does. And right before he’s turning away, he leans in to place a chaste kiss against your forehead. As welcome as it is, you can’t help but notice how devoid of passion it feels. If anything, it feels almost…obligatory.

When 7pm rolls around, you’re slightly disheartened when the usual absurdly punctual Jungkook does not arrive exactly on the dot. What’s worse, you’re sure you’ve overcooked the pasta you’ve been preparing to a mushy mess of inadequacy- and burnt the garlic “toast” thoroughly beyond recognition. Now the panic begins to creep in, stemming from your back before it overtakes you, enveloping you in a cloak of messy anxiety. As you plate your gummy boiled dough, you hear the report of a tentative knock at your door.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath as you scramble to set the table. “In a minute!” One of the plates scorches your thumb in your frantic efforts to get everything near picturesque. Oh, who were you kidding? It’s an unmitigated disaster, and you know it. Oh well- you rationalize it probably is not the worst thing that could happen tonight. The night is still recoverable, you tell yourself.

It’ll be okay.

After a moment, you stride to the door with confidence, tossing your apron across the couch as you do so. You unlock and open the door. Jungkook stands before you, dressed to the nines. You do everything within your power to keep your jaw from dropping. He even put on that dress shirt you adore.

However, he doesn’t come empty-handed. His left hand holds a bouquet of beautiful daisies, your favourite. In his right hand, he holds an envelope.

You’re starstruck.

“Oh my god, what is all this?” you manage to speak. “It’s just dinner.”

“An apology for my absence,” he says lifting the flowers, “and a surprise for you.” The hand holding the envelope flutters indicatively. The flowers bring you as much elation as the envelope brings anxiety… What is he doing? Immediately, you ask yourself if it’s severance pay. Could he be cutting ties? You swallow the uncertainty that builds in your chest.

“Well, you didn’t have to do all that,” you say as you embrace him. Almost immediately, the way he holds you feels fundamentally wrong, almost as if he’s another person, an actor. A ghost in the shell. The warmness that used to accompany his hugs is nowhere to be felt now. His actions feel slow, deliberate, damn near robotic.

When you pull away, your hands come away with the flowers as he releases them into your grasp, your fingers involuntarily curling around the envelope as well.

“Not yet, babe,” he says, snapping the envelope from your grip and well out of your reach. “Not until after dinner.” It takes more than a little effort for you to keep your anxieties from boiling over. Miraculously, you manage to uphold your subterfuge.

The dinner, as mediocre as dinner could be, passes by without incident. It’s quiet— a little too quiet. Jungkook seems preoccupied, meeting your questions with one-worded answers, and giving lazy details about his day. Something seems to be picking at him, and you begin to fear the worst. An agonizing half hour passes, and you finish your meal. You glance at his plate; it’s only half-finished when he pushes it away in completion. You try to convince yourself that it’s because of the sludge you’ve produced.

“I think I’m done,” he says, his voice no doubt as bland as the meal he just ate. His eyes meet yours, and you see in his gaze a despondency that has turned him into a husk of who he used to be. Across the table, he hands you the envelope with a calm hand. Your trembling fingers take it after a moment, silent and unaware of what's to come.

Nothing can prepare you for the pictures you pull from the envelope.

They’re video stills, screenshots taken from some kind of low-resolution surveillance camera. The angle is unfamiliar; but what familiarity remains lies solely in the face on the picture, crouched in front of the door.

Jimin.

Your face.

Your eyes go to the timestamp in the lower right corner of the screengrab. It’s footage taken the night of the heist.

Frantically, a significant part of you caressed in feral denial, you leaf through the prints, pictures dropping to the table and floor around you. Your heart begins to quicken its pace as you see practically every single step you took to rob him of his livelihood. Your hands shake. Your blood runs cold, and an incalculable sense of guilt beyond comprehension begins to overwhelm you. There were plenty of cameras you and Yoongi had missed; cameras placed deliberately hidden. Plenty of evidence against you.

A thick silence falls through the room, enveloping you both. The deafening silence is so thick you’re sure you could swim through it, swim away from this situation, away from Jungkook and away from the table.

But you remain. No matter how much you will yourself to rise, to look Jungkook in the eye, you simply can’t bring your gaze to his.

When you manage to, you see his dead gaze, any notion of a happy future with you utterly obliterated in the light of your decisions. A part of him had died; the part of himself that he willingly gave to you, a part now sacrificed for a misconceived notion of a greater good. Maybe one day, he would understand. Maybe one day, you would too.

“I’m not going to charge you,” he finally speaks after the painful silence. “I just want to know why.” The slightest crack in his voice sends you to a panic. You try to speak but the words are caught in your throat, nothing coming out but muted chokes. His eyes close, his head dropping slowly in disappointment. “Yeah… I thought so.,” he says, defeated.

It hits you all at once.

The heist. The money. Hoseok.

Jungkook.

Upon the realization of just how badly the situation had deteriorated, you feel yourself begin to crumble. It isn’t long before you dissolve into a chant of well-rehearsed apologies and excuses that spill from your mouth in desperate attempts to get him to understand. Jungkook doesn’t answer, he merely shakes his head and slowly raises from the chair, walking towards the door. You scream after him, clambering to your feet. Somehow it feels as though it’s all in slow motion, like it isn’t really happening. It can’t be happening. Everything was supposed to go off without a hitch.

“Jungkook, please! I’ll give it back, I’ll give it all back-” escapes your lips, tears streaming down your face. He wheels on you, his voice venom, his eyes aflame.

“It’s not about the money, _____. It was never about the money,” he spits accusingly at you. Any shred of what he used to be is gone, burned away in the flames of anger that now hold him hostage. “You didn’t just steal my money- you stole every bit of humanity, love, dignity and self respect I could ever have for someone… let alone myself.”

His words, once so warm and reassuring, slice scathingly through you like a hot knife through butter. You melt at his sentence in all the wrong ways, reaching for him in a desperate act of denial. Your arm is met with his revulsion, a visible disgust as he recoils from touching you. “I’m sorry!” you manage to scream through tears.

“No, you aren’t,” he says, monotone and broken. “You aren’t sorry at all.” He’s turning around again, storming towards your door before he tears it open. You collapse, tears now freely and unabashedly breaking free of whatever restraint you had dedicated there.

You grasp at the door frame, your legs now refusing to support the guilt you carry in your heart. You sink to the floor, your strength leaving you with every sob you heave. You cry his name out once more, your voice wailing against the empty street he now walks into, littered with the first leaf of autumn fluttering down. Despite what had transpired seconds before, you no longer see the hate in his glazed over eyes. You don’t see the disgust that had just saturated his words in venom.

Instead, that look is now replaced with the look of an obliterated man as he walks away from the one single person he ever believed in…

As he walks away from you.

a/n: hi pls dont yell @ me idk ive turned into a monster idk. how are you feeling? :// this was truly, very different from anything that ive usually done so i hope it was okay and still enjoyable to read!! let me know what you think,,,, i promise ill feed u soft jk soon to make up for this. i know. ur hurting. im hurting. we’re all hurting. it’ll be ok, this too shall pass. im right here and we’re going to be okay. jungkook just needs some time to sort it out and so do u. you’ll meet again one day ;)

if you haven’t already, please go check out the rest of the authors who are part of this collab, we have two more fics posting after mine and then we’re done! the masterlist is at the top of this fic. it was an incredible experience working alongside some of my favourite authors and greatest friends, i would seriously love to do this again!! ily guys <3

huge huge huge shoutout to my bb girl @meant-for-dreaming who kept me sane throughout this entire experience. i don’t think i wouldve made it without her. i love u endlessly x

and an EXTRA special shoutout to my afflatus, my muse, my stuffed penguin, @junqkook, you were a true pinnacle to this story and i truly hope i did u justice. i love u so much.

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nothing-fancy94 · 4 years

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TDR Valentines Special

Hey guys! Whew! I made it before the day ended! Here’s a special little gift, exclusive to my tumblr followers. A little bitter sweet short story of Amy while in the cadet program. I wrote this quickly and didn’t proof read, so my apologies for the errors. Hope you enjoy!

And if you’re new to my stories check them out on Fanfiction, here’s a link to the one this short is taken from: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13221856/1/Team-Dark-s-Rose

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Valentine’s Special

~Valentines Day - 7 months ago~

The sun had set early, but that hadn’t stopped the throngs of Mobian lovers from clogging the streets of Station Square like a fat heart’s artery. Amy Rose glared at the passing couples as they giggled in their respective pink bubbles. She was sitting at a cafe, books and papers laid out around her as she studied for her next exam at G.U.N. and she now regretted leaving the cadet dormitories. She hadn’t wanted to stay there with the possibility of her roommate distracting her, but now she would take the incessant chatter of tech and inventions any day over the mewlings and giggles that filtered through the air.

She had forgotten… She Amy Rose, the love sick Sonic fanatic had forgotten it was Valentine’s Day. She sighed and closed the book in front of her, it was obvious she wasn’t going to be getting anything done. She packed up her study materials, ordered a latte to go, and took to the streets taking small sips of the hot beverage. As she passed window display after window display of pink and red hearts, she wondered how it was possible that the holiday had approached without so much as a thought in her mind. The commercial industry literally shoved it down consumers throats beginning in January, and the buzz of the female agents would’ve been focused on who was asking who out to see the new Needlemouse Movie that was debuting tonight. She had somehow managed not to hear any of it, or hadn’t registered the meaning.

Or I was deliberately avoiding the subject.

The thought hit her like a sledgehammer, and she paused in her walk. That’s right… it hadn’t been that she wasn’t exposed to it, she had blocked it entirely from her mind, due to certain events in her life. Mainly the subject of her affection hating her. It was only two years ago that she had spent the whole month of February planning extravagant presents and formulating a plan of attack to get Sonic the Hedgehog to go on a date with her. Last year she had found some time to leave him gifts at his headquarters, but this year she couldn’t even do that. Not after the fight they’d just had… not after she had completely pushed him away. Burning any chance she had at even being his friend.

Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest, and she wanted to fall into the ground, she wanted these feelings to go numb. She wouldn’t even care if it meant she could never love again, because what she was feeling now felt like dark, heavy clouds of despair that just would not dissipate. She wanted to scream, wanted to punch that couple that sat just a few feet from her. Wanted them to feel the same pain as her, because how dare they get to have something that was forever out of her reach.

The couple must’ve sensed the murderous aura because the girl looked over and her eyes widened in fear. Amy’s face was twisted in a devious grin, and her eyes were brimming with tears, but she looked anything but sad. She looked more like an insane person ready to tear apart the next person who gave her a side glance. The girl whipped her head around and tugged aggressively at her boyfriend’s sleeve before urging them to leave.

Amy watched them go, a thick armor of anger protecting her from feeling anything else. Once they were out of sight, she tossed her half drunk latte into the trash, and shoved her hands into the grey G.U.N. hoodie she wore. This was pathetic, here she was, moping around and acting like a mental patient. She turned and was about to head back to the barracks when a bright neon sign caught her eye. It was a human holding a bat, and hitting a small white ball. The words read ‘Batting Cage,’ and below it was a sign that was black with red writing.

‘Single and bitter? Join us for Solo Hits! Break last year’s record and earn a prize! Singles Only!’

Amy stared at it for a moment and then she grinned, an evil light glinting within. This seemed interesting… at least it would kill some time before she returned.

She entered the establishment, and walked up to the teenage rat that was leaning casually behind the counter. His bare muzzle was a minefield of angry zits, and his whiskers were tangled and oily from lack of care. Amy walked up to the counter and slammed some paper rings onto the counter and tapped her foot impatiently. The rat was wearing a green polo and shorts, and when he saw her - an attractive female hedgehog - he straightened up and patted at the wrinkles in his shirt. Flecks of unknown food crumbs fell to the floor.

“How can I help you miss?”

Amy smiled as sweetly as she could muster and pointed to the sign behind him that advertised their single night deal.

“I’d like to participate in the single challenge.”

The rodent looked her up and down, obviously doubting that she was alone, but when no male companion walked through the doors, he reached below the counter and pulled out a helmet and pink bat.

“Here ya go miss, don’t worry about the high score, I can just give you a prize anyway.”

He winked, and tried at a smizing smile that came off as a sneer. Amy wanted to curse his snide little face. How dare he assume she couldn’t do as well as any male in the place. She was tired of people looking down on her abilities, so she decided to teach this little asshole and any other male watching, that she wasn’t some weak girl in need of handouts. Amy narrowed her eyes slightly, and started to put her long quills into a ponytail. Still smiling with fake honey, she giggled,

“Oh I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble…”

“It’s nothing at all miss,” The rat said, his chest puffing out, easily falling into her trick. She giggled again, her high pitched tone reaching into the depths of the place. Suddenly the sharp tings! of balls hitting metal bats slowed until several single males were peeking out from their cages, their animal instincts reacting to her feminane presence.

“Oh you’re so silly!” She exclaimed, and put the helmet on, and grabbing the bat, “Just out of curiosity, what is the score? I’ll try to get close so you won’t get in too much trouble.”

“15,000 points miss, you get 50 points for a hit and 100 for a home run. But if you get 3 strikes you’re out.”

“I see,” Amy freigned disappointment at the impossible odds, and the males around her started to feel a bit antsy.

“Don’t worry little gal,” a large armadillo interjected from the cage next to the one she was standing by, “I’ve gotten the closest, 7,350. I know I’ll get it this round, my prize will be yours.”

Amy turned, her eyes wide and sparkling, “Really? You’d do that for me?”

The armadillo blushed, and scratched the back of his head, “Oh it’s no thing at all. Though I wouldn’t mind if the little lady would join me after for a drink.”

Amy smiled sweetly, and entered her batting cage, leaning her bat against the fence that separated them. “Well aren’t you just a gentleman.”

Her voice was light and bubbly but as her face angled away from him, a dark smirk wrinkled her muzzle and she took off her helmet to remove her hoodie, not wanting to become hot and uncomfortable. The males in the immediate area completely left their cages and crowded around with wide eyes and drooling mouths. All Amy had on beneath her hoodie was a workout bra, as she had planned to hit the GYM after studying, and her body was sculpted to perfection from the past year of training.

Amy turned and looked at the armadillo who looked as though a meteorite had just fallen from the sky in front of him.

“I have a better idea. Let’s make a bet, if I don’t break the record then I’ll go out for a drink with you. But if I do, then you have to fulfill my wish.”

The male blinked for a second, before a shit eating grin developed on his face. To him this was a piece of cake. There was no way this small hedgehog girl could break the record, and even if she did, there was no way she wouldn’t ask for something that was easy to fulfill.

“Okay then doll, you got a deal!”

“Oh wonderful!” Amy jumped up with enthusiasm, her ponytail bouncing and the eyes of several males went up and down to follow her path.

She put her helmet on once more, and lifted the bat, putting it on one shoulder and then the other. Then she turned to the males watching and awkwardly smiled, “Aww, jeez… this is my first time.”

This caused a roll of laughter to filter through the place, and the armadillo smiled triumphantly. Amy tapped the opposite side of the plate, and crouched down, waiting for the ball to come whizzing past the plate. When it did, it flew by without even the threat of a swing and slammed into the backboard. She heard chuckles from behind her, and a male say, “Wow dude! Looks like you’re gonna get luuuuucky tonight!”

Amy smiled, and waited as the second ball came, but this time she purposely waited until the ball passed the plate before swinging.

“Oh Chaos! This is hard! Can I take back my bet?” She asked innocently looking behind her at the armadillo. The brown male folded his arms, and shook his head his mouth split in a smile from ear to ear.

“No take backs sweetheart. You’re only as good as your word.”

“You’re mean,” Amy huffed, and the surrounding men mockingly joined her with sympathy. She turned and began to wag the bat as she waited for the third ball. This time she hit it, and it went flying out of sight. She stood on her tip toes as she watched it soar through the air and hit the large red wall that marked the home run area. Her score board flashed and the words ‘Homerun!’ flashed in pale yellow lights. This time there was silence behind her, and she smirked in glee.

“Wow! Is that good?”

The males mumbled and the armadillo nervously chuckled, “Yeah doll… but don't get your hopes up. It was probably beginner's lu -”

TING!

Another homerun. Amy wanted to laugh out loud at the hushed exclamations of disbelief behind her, but she had a record that needed breaking. She settled in and got to work.

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“156,200 points! New record!”

TING!

“156,300 Points! New record!”

Amy was beginning to feel a little worn out so she decided it was time to stop. Besides she’d blown the record out of the water. She stepped back and fanned herself as the ball flew harmlessly across the plate and a voice came over the intercom, “Strike 3, you’re outta here!”

She huffed, and pulled the helmet from her head, her jade eyes bright and her quills splayed in a sweaty mess behind her.

“Whew!” She exclaimed, and continued to fan herself as she excited her cage, walking past the throngs of males that had gathered around her. They parted like the red sea as the little pink hedgehog walked through, her tail wagging happily. The batting cages were the quietest they had been since it’s opening; not a single metal ting could be heard. Amy walked up to the counter, the teenage rat stood with his mouth wide open and his whiskers twitching in disbelief. Behind him stood a large skunk male who had a managers pin on his broad chest.

Amy stood at the counter, and slammed the bat and helmet on the table. She smiled genuinely, and felt elated at her accomplishment. She hadn't felt this good in years.

"So… I believe I'm owed a prize."

The manager made a sound that was close to a coughing chuckle and he walked forward.

"Well little lady, I do believe you are."

The male was smirking and he pulled out a gold ring from the cash register. It had a baseball embedded in it.

"This allows you to come here for free as long as your record holds… and by my guess, that's going to be quite a while."

The skunk was smiling knowingly and his blue eyes sparkled with humor. Amy smiled back, took the ring and stuck out her hand.

"Name's Amy Rose, just wanted to introduce myself to you since I'll probably be seeing you a lot from now on."

His grin widened and he took her hand in his, "Its a pleasure Ms Rose. My name is Ronni, and if any of these knuckle heads give you trouble, you let me know. Hey! Randy, get your ass over here!"

The armadillo cautiously made his way through the crowd, his hands rubbing against each other nervously.

"Yeah Ronni?"

The skunk smiled and crossed his arms.

"I do believe you owe this miss a wish. And I hope you won't back out."

"That's right," Amy said mischievously, "No take backs, and you're only as good as your word."

The armadillo gulped, visible sweat glistening on his temple. He tried at a smile but his voice cracked as he spoke.

"W-what is it that you want?"

Amy smiled her jade eyes brighter than the sun.

"Well, if you'd be so kind as to follow me to the tattoo parlor next door, I'll tell ya."

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Amy was practically skipping down the street, her lips split in a wide grin, and her ponytail swinging wildly. If she looked insane before because of her anger, she now looked completely mental with a flower growing out of her head. She couldn't get the image of Randy's face as he stared at his new tattoo on his chest, a red rose with the words 'I lost to Amy Rose,' around it.

Without realizing it, her feet had lead her to the one place she never thought she'd find herself. Instantly the smile melted from her face, and her eyes went blank. All her early joy was instantly sucked out of her chest and she was left standing before the large building with colorful circles like an empty husk. There were piles of presents and boxes, stuffed Sonics and flowers, piles of letters that surely confessed many a females love.

She felt her stomach do flip flops, and her throat twist. Curse this heart that only beat for a blue blur, curse these feet that always led her back to him. Back to the one who could cause her to feel higher than the moon, and lower than the dirt with just a word.

She wanted to just leave, to just go home and forget she was ever there. But then the door opened and her heart screamed to run across the street. Sonic stood outside the headquarters, his jean jacket hanging on his arm. He was looking around in what seemed to be shock, but then he started to move through the piles. He tossed boxes behind him, flipped over envelopes looking at names, and when he had finished making his way through all the piles he stood back with an unreadable expression on his face.

She couldn't look away, people passed her, cars moved and honked between them, but she felt like she was right next to him. She closed her eyes and she could smell him, feel his breath on the chilly night air and hear his chuckle as she presented him with some extravagant gift. She slowly opened her eyes once more, but he was gone, disappeared into the night.

Amy sighed, and turned but against her wishes she felt her body moving across the street. Her backpack slowly moved to the front, and she didn't take her eyes off the doors while her hands riffled through the contents of her back. Fingers grasping hesitantly on a pen, and a crumpled corner of a scrape piece of paper.

She reached the doors, and crouched down, her fingers trembling as she scribbled out three words. She didn't sign it, she didn't leave anything else, she didn't want him to know it was her. For the first time in her life, she didn't want him to know her feelings. She stood when it was finished, and ran from the building, a tear finally falling from her eye, those words pasted to the inside of her eyelids. Words she knew she would never be able to speak out loud again... not to Sonic, not to anyone.

I love you.

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Winter Begonia recap episode 29

Of course, the evil stepmother agrees to compete if he gets a chance to go up against his rival. He tries to dash out of there, but Jiang papa is like, Si Xi’er I am not done explaining what I want from you. The evil stepmother is like, nah, I don’t want to hear it, I got some shopping to do. Gotta look good when I face my rival. LOL, ok. Dengbao questions his father for using Si Xi’er in his plan against SXR. He’s like dad, we are not related to that evil stepmother, why are you wasting your time with that tired old queen to get at SXR! Besides, Ning Jiulang has many followers and patrons willing to pay for me, so there is not even a guarantee SXR will be selected, so what’s the deal? Jiang papa is like, son, I am not really supporting Si Xi’er, I just want that tired old queen to disgust SXR. WHAT? HOW? Like, how is that going to work? Despite the animosity, Si Xi’er is not even on the same level as SXR in the nandan department! He claims that by having both of the names mentioned during the competition, it will make it a laughingstock. WHAT? I am trying to follow the logic, but I can’t. No, Dengbao, your dad is not wise at all, he is as much of a dumbass as you.

Meanwhile, my other favorite side couple are discussing the nominees for the Liyuan Competition. The names are Si Xi’er (really, they nominate that bish), Chen Renxiang, Jiang Rongshou (what?), SXR, Ning Jiulang, Hou Yukui... I don’t even know why Xue Qianshan bothers to ask Du Qi who he thinks will win, seriously, you should already know what your boyfriend is going to say. Don’t be jealous and choke on your pipe smoke tho (yall simmer down, I am not talking about that pipe). Indeed, Xue Qianshan, you clearly did not use your brain when you asked that question. He asks Du Qi for his prediction based on that list of those who will move on to the final round. Du Qi declares that Ning Jiulang will go through. Xue Qianshan is unimpressed, saying the fairy godmother hasn’t been around for a long time, how can he still be popular? Oh honey, bro, reputation alone can do wonders for a great performer. Mr. Xue predicts Chen Renxiang would advance. Du Qi smirks while Mr. Xue reads an article hyping Chen Renxiang. Du Qi is unimpressed, repeating the words successful and brings up the competition against SXR. Yo, Du Qi, to be fair Chen Renxiang rocked his performance, is just that our boy SXR was spectacular. He states that CRX was so beat by SXR he had to run away. Well, he couldn’t perform for a year and wanted to be with his girlfriend. LOL, Du Qi asks if Mr. Xue hired someone to write this fake article. Damn, these two need to just get it on. Mr. Xue reads one of Du Qi’s own article flattering SXR for leading the trend with new opera, winning even the younger people’s heart. Mr. Xue is like, damn that is a fine article, who wrote it. Bish, you know your boyfriend did, why you fronting? Du Qi recommends another name and I almost choked. Jiang Dengbao!? Bish, what? Because of his name. GTFO. Ewww, just no. Hmm. Qian Qian seems to agree. Oh well.

Meanwhile, GAHHH, the annoying maid! Er Nainai is doing some accounting and asks if the annoying maid got any news from Lao Han about CFT mother. Sigh, I really do not like that she is the one looking for his mother. Well apparently, he hasn’t reported back from Fengtian, where Chun Xuan apparently lives. Er Nainai complains that her brother no longer comes to the house. LOL, why would he come to a house full of nagging women. Geezus xrist, he is useless, but he is not dumb. Ugh, why doesn’t Fan Xiang’er just marry that annoying maid. They make a better couple.

Meanwhile, we now know where Fan Lian is spending his time. LOL, just like his BIL, he prefers to hang with the performers. I don’t blame him, they are far more livelier, especially our penguin, who is explaining to Zhouzi how to smize with his eyes. Fan Lian runs inside the courtyard to tell Rui Rui that he has made it in the final round of the competition. Our confident penguin is like, of course, what else is new. He asks who made it as well. Fan Lian informs him that Ning Jiulang, Jiang Dengbao, and...what? Si Xi’er. THE FUCK. How much did Jiang Rongshou pay to have that old queen move on? Anyhoo, our penguin does not seem to care about that piece of news, LOL, in your face Rongshou. Fan Lian is the one who seems more rankled by that news along with some of the members, but not our penguin. Nah, he is too excited to hear that his fairy godmother has made the cut and he would be competing against him. LOL, he goes into a diatribe, wondering how he is going to win against his fairy godmother when even his dad couldn’t. LOL, he has already ceded the title. Oh my baby. Dasheng is not too happy to hear his boss already conceding; Fan Lian tells him he must fight for this, having pulled a lot of strings. Shit starter Shi Jiu is like, I saw you perform with your idol and you were as good as he was. Zhouzi seems to agree. Ran Long is like, Ning Jiulang only performed once a year, while you are more popular throughout Beiping, so he should be the one to win. Oh, Rui Rui does not seem to keen on it, even Dasheng notices. Seriously, Dasheng, has such a big crush on his boss, lol.

Next day, the streets are buzzing as the troupe is passing flyers urging passerby to vote for SXR. I love the music. It was the same use when Du Qi was writing Hidden Tale and when the battle of the beautiful queens was under way. LOL, is this Lao Ge getting involved?! Even the rickshaw driver is doing his part. LOL, Qian Qian, why do you bother asking your boyfriend about him writing articles only on SXR. You should know better. I really think he is jealous. We see a large banner for SXR with hubby contemplating the picture. He does some type of noise......yeah, I will leave it to your imagination. We see our penguin jumping up and down, wanting to take down the banner. Both Fan Lian and hubby are confused; Er Ye says this is not cheating, it is simply a banner for the campaign. Penguin says, no, I don’t need it. Fan Lian misinterpret this to mean he is too confident in his chance of winning, but penguin is like, nah, I just don’t want to compete anymore. Oh, Er Ye is puzzled by this, since the competition happens every five years and that is a golden opportunity, so why? Our penguin replies he doesn’t want to compete against his fairy godmother, who in his mind is the best performer. If he loses, it means he wasn’t good enough, and that would make him feel bad, but if he wins, how will he face his fairy godmother in the future. OHHHH, honey, stop it! I am sure your fairy godmother would be fine if you win. He loves you that much! Hubby asks if he wouldn’t disappoint his father if he forfeits, but penguin states he is worried, since it almost his father’s death anniversary and he will go back to Pingyang to bow at his grave and admit his wrongdoing. LOL, Dasheng blows the cover on the white lie, replying the anniversary is in two months. BWAWAWA, the penguin stomps out defeated, declaring he can compete against anyone, but Ning Jiulang, while hubby smiles at his cute penguin wife leaving. Fan Lian, do not get involve, bro!

My old gays are back. Qi Wangye calls out to his wifey, informing him that as soon as he returns to the stage, he is already nominated for Best Performer. Fairy Godmother replies that in the opera circle, people love to fool around for fun, meaning his nomination is just people playing around for shits and giggles. He tell his hubby to not pay any mind to the circus. Qi Wangye reminds that every competition, it was either him or Hou Yukui who won, with Shang Juzhen as runner-up. He mentions Jiang Rongshou winning once, after he became the chairman. HMMMMM, did he buy his win? Qi Wangye comments that this year may not be easy with Rui Ge. Fairy Godmother changes the subject, bringing up growing watermelons in the South Garden. LOL, smoooothhh. Qi Wangye gets the hint that Jiulang is scolding him for having some free time. Qi Wangye is like, fine, I am going to be a socialite and go buy a newspaper to vote. Fairy godmother, say, fine, go ahead. Qi Wangye is like, you are not going to stop me and fairy godmother replies, no, just give your vote to my little penguin, that will be fine. Qi Wangye is like, what? and then they laugh. I love my old gays.

At a voting station, a crowd is there to place their votes for SXR when a strangely looking man, with sunglasses, a hat and scarf wrapped around half of his face comes in to buy up 10 votes for Ning Jiulang. Why does he sounds like our penguin? One of the voters outbid him with 20 votes for SXR. He doesn’t have any money to up the ante. One of the voters tells him that Ning Jiulang is too old to be competing he should be spending time hugging his grandchildren instead, adding how many years can he last if he becomes the Best Performer this year. The one who outbid him says Ning Jiulang shouldn’t be competing against a fresh face youngster like SXR, it is embarrassing. The strangely disguised man is like, yo, I am here to buy votes why are you dragging Ning Jiulang through the mud. The voter replies that fans are the reflection of the performer, chasing our disguised man claiming he is as eccentric as his idol. LOL, if they only knew who that was!

Best girl Xiao Lai catches our penguin rifling through the drawers and sees him holding the bank book stamp. She asks if he is going to pay tribute to the money god. Oh, is that we call doting on your hubby these days! Can I have a money god to pay tribute to as well? She tells him that he’s been splurging too much on the spendthrift Er Ye, buy imported cigarettes, alcohol, paying up his gambling debt (bro!), milk formula, expensive dishes at the restaurant. LOL, penguin is not listening, except to correct her when she says it amounts to 100K, claiming it is really only 80K. BWAHAHA, oh honey! She’s like, boss, you are going to go bankrupt doting on your hubby, if he stays longer. He replies that for all the things he’s done, why not, but she replies that Shuiyin Troupe is not Cheng Er Ye’s piggybank. Penguin is like, yo, this is not for Er Ye and I think I have an idea what it is for. Penguin wants to buy the votes for Jiulang. She tries to stop him, but he twirls his way out. LOL, poor Xiao Lai. Novel Xiao Lai emerges again as she screams he will regret spending so much on Er Ye.

It’s the day of the result and the Liyuan Opera Hall is filled the brim. Boss Niu is on the stage waiting for the Jiang Rongshou to show up so he can start the count. LOL, Du Qi and Fan Lian are both there. I ship these two. LOL. Finally, the douchebag father and son duo finally arrives. Boss Niu announces the start of the competition. We see Si Xi’er and Xue Qianshan in the crowd. Why are you sitting from your boyfriend? The first vote is for Ning Jiulang, the next is for SXR. Meanwhile, our fairy godmother is singing to his bird, trying once again to teach him that song from the first time we met him. Qi Wangye comes in and compliments him, which makes Ning Jiulang stop singing. LOL. Qi Wangye comments how hard it is to hear his wifey sing, if he had known he would have eavesdropped outside. He asks if his wifey is really not going to go to the Liyuan Association Hall to watch the count. Jiulang informs him he sent someone in his stead. Qi Wangye is like, don’t you want to receive the award yourself. Jiulang smirks and asks if Wangye really believes he will win the award. Instead he believes that penguin will win. Wangye is like you really think that foggy Jiang papa is going to let him win. Jiulang seems to think about it for a brief moment, but then snickers, inviting Qi Wangye to take a look at their watermelon seedlings. Yo, anyone who claims they are only friends, please stop right now. They are planting freaking watermelons in their garden together. Alright!

The count continues. Wait, someone actually voted for Dengbao! Evil stepmother asks about Ning Jiulang, to which Jiang papa ignores the question. Meanwhile, our couple is walking together overlooking the city. Seriously, what a romantic setting. Anyhoo, Er Ye is like, why aren’t you at the Association Hall instead of having a romantic walk with me. Rui Rui recalls the last time he came to this area, it was snowing; he was careless and took a fall, forcing him not to perform for days. Wait, how is a penguin fall in the snow? Er Ye responds the troupe members must be looking anxiously for him since he left without letting them know. He shows Er Ye a tree which has a large cut, apparently made by Qi Wangye out of anger. Er Ye replies why is he telling him that when he was not the one chopped. He brings the conversation back to Rui Rui not going to the Association Hall. Rui Rui answers no; hubby asks if he is afraid. Rui Rui answers yes, he is, especially of winning. He does that face that captures hubby’s attention (to be honest, it doesn’t take much, lol). He tells how he used to think his father was formidable, chasing him all over the street to beat him, which he couldn’t never outrun, until one day, he ran so fast, he saw his father leaning on the stick, panting while looking at him, realizing he had grown taller and stronger. He wasn’t happy at the realization that his father’s age had slowed him down. Er Ye asks who can outrun aging and Rui Rui answers who can stop time. Er Ye replies that God gives everything an expiration date, when that date comes, it naturally degenerates, how can his fairy godmother be an exception? Rui Rui complains that time has come too fast, Jiulang is still high up in his heart. Oh boo boo, honey bun, you are the fresh faced, the one the crowd clamor for. It doesn’t mean Jiulang has sang his swansong, but since he doesn’t perform as much, it is normal for him to be upstage by some of equal talent like you! He claims he is not ready to replace him. Boss Niu still counts and the last two votes are for our penguin. Meanwhile, the evil stepmother only has one vote. BWAHAHAHAHA. He storms out, followed by his pretty boys army. They ask if they should leave like this and evil stepmother replies he doesn’t want to stay for fear of being mocked. One of them asks didn’t one fan vote for you, but it turns out it was him. LOLOLOL. Best girl catches up to the couple and Rui Rui asks how she knew he was there. Bro, what is wrong with you? Of course she would know, she’s been with you for decades now! She’s your best girl! Oh wait, Er Ye reveals he sent Lao Ge to get her after dropping them off. Ok, I take that back Rui Rui. She tells him to hurry up and go to the Association Hall, informing that even Qi Wangye’s people are there, it would not be a good look for him not to appear. Rui Rui asks if Jiulang is there, which stomps best girl, unsure how to answer, but does tell him that Jiulang assistant is there. Hubby tells him that maybe he didn’t win after all, but since Jiulang is there, he needs to go. Rui Rui is like, right, I should go, but he needs to change clothes. Best girl grabs his wrist, telling him she already arranged with Shi Jiu to get the clothes.

Boss Niu thanks the crowd for the support and declare the competition has concluded. It is time to announce the results. Du Qi gets up on the table to see the results. LOL, such a fanboy. Ning Jiulang of Qinyang Troupe has 3586 votes, Du Qi looks over at Jiang Rongshou to see his reaction, while one of the reporter tells Xue Qianshan that Ning Jiulang has been popular for two decades. CEO Xue replies that Boss Ning has quite the pedigree, having worked for the Bureau of Imperial Operas before and was appointed by the Empress Dowager as Minister of Opera Circle, becoming a top guest at Qi Wangye manor. Hmmm... you mean married to Qi Wangye. His connections and experience cannot be underestimated. The reporter is like, oh so it seems like he is going to win. CEO Xue following in his boyfriend footsteps respond not to jump to conclusion. Boss Niu announces the tally for Rui Rui and it is a tie with fairy godmother. The crowd is excited while Xue is like, see, I told you so. They announce that weasel Dengbao received 1257 votes. LOL, what?! Who the fuck voted for him? He gets up to greet everyone. Whatever. Then it is Si Xi’er turn. Why even announce it, it is so goddamn embarrassing. Boss Niu is about to announce the results, seeing this is God’s will or something like that, but someone in the crowd claims the vote must have been rigged in favor of Rui Rui. Someone asks for a recount. Yooo, really Jiang senior! You would sink that low? Du Qi throws a tea kettle on the floor, breaking it. He tells the one asking for a recount he will rip his mouth if he continue to spew nonsense. The guy is like try me, but Fan Lian stops him from making a fool out of himself. Ohhh, judging from weasel Dengbao smirks, he was the one who caused this ruckus. Geezus xrist! A man enters the room and shuts up the crowd declaring he has one more vote to deliver. It’s Ning Jiulang’s assistant, Mr. Tong. He exchanges pleasantries with Jiang senior, claiming he got lost on his way to the Association since he doesn’t get to come out as much due him not going out as much. Jiang papa smiles profusely, thinking Mr. Tong is here to cast away Rui Rui chances in favor of his boss. Boss Niu invites him to bring his vote to the stage. Meanwhile, Er Ye brings Rui Rui to front steps of the Association Hall, helping him dress. AWWWWWW, like a good wifey taking care of his spouse! When did the roles reverse? I guess since Rui Rui is taking care of him, he has become the wifey, not that I am complaining. Rui Rui says he wished there would be some fast beating drum rolls to announce the winner. LOL, Er Ye is like, my baby is so weird, but I love him. Inside Boss Niu looks at the vote and ask Mr. Tong if he is sure. He replies that is Boss Ning’s order and go ahead in announcing the result. Boss Niu announces the winner of the Liyuan Best Performer Competition is.......our RUI RUI. Outside, Er Ye is still dressing up his husband when they hear the results, while Du Qi and Fan Lian are embracing each other. I SQUEAALLL. Mr. Ton announces he has brought a gift for Rui Rui for this occasion. It is a plaque with Golden Stage Best Performer written on it. LOL, Jiang Rongshou is pissed off and storms out of the Hall. Go join the evil stepmom. CEO Xue tells his reporter that Boss Ning had planned this for a long time. The dense reporter asks what he means by that and CEO Xue replies the Opera World has a new ruler. Our penguin stomps inside the Hall with hubby in tow, seeing the gift from fairy godmother. Rui Rui states that Jiulang is not old after all and runs out, followed by his hubby.

Rui Rui is facing the ancestor’s altar while Er Ye and Fengyi are outside, not wanting to disturb his bae. Dasheng sees him and asks why he is not asleep. The other members join in and Er Ye complains that Rui Rui could have done some reflections elsewhere besides his room. I was about to suggest that he simply sleeps and stares at his bae, but apparently Rui Rui scares him by not moving nor blinking, just kneeling and mutter in front of the Ancestor Tablet. Dasheng suggest he sleeps in Rui Rui’s room and he replies that it looks like a doghouse. Sigh, these are moments I wished book Fengtai came out to play more. Book Fengtai was far more willing to eat the same food as Rui Rui and sleep in the same room. Ewww, delusional shit starter Shi Jiu, with Ran Long help (girl, what are you doing?!) offers her room to sleep in. LOL, Er Ye is like, Nah, I will go to the doghouse. Yeah, glad Er Ye prefers to sleep with Rui Rui smells surrounding him than encourage the deluded Shi Jiu. LOL, Dasheng is like, well, can I go to your room. Shi Jiu is like hell no.

Fairy Godmother brings the plaque with him and accosts Dasheng, asking the little brother where to find Rui Rui. Dasheng tells him that Rui Rui slept in the Ancestor Teacher’s room. Dasheng is so excited to meet the fairy godmother, telling him to watch his steps. Such eleganza in one figure! He enters the room where Rui Rui is sleeping on the floor and approaches the sleeping figure. OMG HE IS SO CUTE, I CANNOT. Our fairy godmother being the equessential fairy stands above the sleeping penguin and then stares at the plaques, back to the penguin, trying to wake him up. The cutie pie opens his eyes and stares at the figure above him, telling his fairy godmother he was talking about him to the Ancestor Teacher and he suddenly shows up. He grabs the fairy godmother’s leg like a little toddler and say it was a great dream, feeling so real. Awww, is he still dreaming? Ning Jiulang reproaches him gently, saying this kid is so immersed in opera that dreaming or not, he can’t differentiate what is dream to reality. Continues saying how naturally gifted a singer Rui Rui is and tells the penguin to take what he is about to say as a dream, while the baby is holding tightly his leg with his eyes closed. AWWWWWWWW. Fairy Godmother wonders if the penguin will remember any of the things he is about to say, but still goes on. He tells Rui Rui that whether he wants to admit it, he is already old, which limits some of the things he can do as an actor like bending or sing a high pitch. When he was younger, he grew up in the palace raised by the eunuchs, thus learning by imitating their behaviors as an actor, making neither a master or a slave, which limits his potentiality. Unlike Rui Rui, who can learn all the different techniques, gestures and behaviors onstage, he doesn’t have the capacity to comprehend them. All he could do is follow his teacher and copy whatever he could, which made him fearful of making a mistake and upsetting the Empress Dowager. He adds he couldn’t innovate like Rui Rui, adding his own ideas into the opera. While he is saying that, Rui Rui again wins the award for the most adorable penguin of the year. Just on that alone, Yin Zheng must win best actor award, I will riot China! Because of his need to be perfect in the stifling environment of the palace, he could only perform the classical operas from hundred years ago, despite being tired of performing them, but that is all he could do. Cutie pie penguin tells him he performed them well, which fairy godmother agrees, but he has reached his peak. If he cannot soar past the palace wall, then he cannot elevate to a higher level. He thank God for letting him meet Rui Rui, who holds the leg tighter. Fairy Godmother admonishes him gently for not obeying discipline while growing up, always asking questions when learning operas, doing as he wish and not being afraid of making mistake or getting a beating. Since coming to Beiping, he became more unrestrained, changing plays as he wish, which reminds Jiulang of the revolutionaries who barged into the palace. He admired their spirits, but he was afraid of following them since they destroyed the sheltered world he lived in, pushing him into the unfamiliar world of the civilians. Fortunately for him, he had Qi Wangye to stay by his side which made the transition between the two worlds easier, allowing him to survive. AWWWW. He was aware they were the future he could not avoid. For him Rui Rui is like the sky above, that no matter how thick the brick wall was, if there was a crack, the sky will peer through eventually to let the light shine. He needed a person like him, just like Beijing Operas need someone like him. Rui Rui ask fairy godmother what he is talking about, bringing up revolutionaries, spirits, which confuses him. Fairy Godmother tells him not to worry, simply remember what he said, he will understand in the future. Rui RUi said he talks too much about the future, it makes him sleepy. LOL. He tells him it is just a dream, so he wants to only hug him and fall asleep. When he wakes up, he will talk to him. Fairy godmother says fine, I will go ahead and make your bed. He calls out his men to bring the plaque. Fairy Godmother brings Rui Rui to the bed where Er Ye has been sleeping and where the plaque is, and lays him down. Baby penguin wakes up and sees the white hair ion fairy godmother’s head, comments about it and pulls it out. LOL. Then falls back to sleep. Fairy Godmother watches him sleep for a bit, then steps out, as the crowd of actors pool in front of the house. They comment about his grace and pose, yess, this queen is the ultimate MOTHER.

Baby penguin finally awakes and sees the plaque. Shocked, he gets off the bed and screams out the plaque has turned into a demon with legs and came over the house. LOL, this penguin! Best girl enters the room in a hurry asking what is wrong. He asks how the plaque came here and she tells him that Boss Ning delivered to him. He is surprised to hear that Jiulang was actually here in the flesh and not in his dream and best girl is like, OMG, are your dazed and confused! Bro, you were talking with your fairy godmother for a while! It dawns on the penguin that his fairy godmother was really there and finds the white hair strand. LOL. He runs to the courtyard where hubby is sitting with Fengyi, surrounded by the other actors. He take the baby and gives it to shit starter Shi Jiu, so he can pull hubby back into the room for some naughty times (sigh, I wish). He tells Er Ye to lay on the bed where the plaque is still on. Er Ye finds it uncomfortable to do so, but still does it. Rui Rui snickers and asks how it feels. Er Ye replies he would rather lay on the floor because it is very uncomfortable. He sat up while Rui Rui tells him that he does not know what is good. He informs him it is the plaque gifted by his fairy godmother, which is the highest of all favors, such high-level treatment. OK GUYS, I need to warn you for the next sentence our Rui Rui is going to blurt. You might melt, jump with joy, weep like a little bish, die a few deaths. I know I did. Alright, drum rolls... Our Rui Rui blurts out the most valuable things in ShuiyinLou are in this room:The Ancestor Teacher, his father, Jiulang’s plaque and HIM. OMG, OMG, OMG, our Rui Rui just confessed his love for Er Ye!!!!!! I have died, I am dead, I need a moment to reincarnate. Er Ye looks at him like he is the most beautiful thing in the world, and we all know he is. He is moved, his heart pitter patter, his bae just declared his love for him. He smiles upon the realization, although our Rui Rui is dense as fuck, not realizing the emotional wave coursing through his hubby’s mind and body. OMG, Er Ye’s smile!!!!!!! I am dead again. He tells him how touched he is to hear his bae declare his love. Dense penguin says don’t be, just lecture me less. PENGUIN, your bae is far too happy right now to even do this. At the urging of the penguin, Er Ye lays down and looks far too happy, not uncomfortable at all. Seriously, the man is so happy, the bed could be wrapped with 100% Egyptian cotton. OMG, Er Ye smiling profusely.

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