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hairmetal666 · 10 months
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Never in a million years did Steve Harrington think he'd be standing in the drama club room in front of Eddie the Freak--who's sitting on a goddamn throne with his full lips pulled into a smug grin--asking to be taught how to play Dorks and Goblins. Yet, here he is, face a burning shade of crimson, as he explains for the sixth time what, exactly, he needs.
"Munson, it's not that hard. Henderson wants me to play in the--the game thingy they're doing when Will is home for a visit."
"Yeah, Harrington, and I stop listening every time you call it a game thingy. You obviously don't care about this at all, so why should I waste my time helping you?"
Steve rolls his eyes. "What if I pay you?"
Munson's face goes through a complicated series of changes before falling into a neutral mask, no smirk or teasing smile to be found. "You'll pay me to teach you dnd? Are you fucking kidding?"
"No?' Steve draws a hand through his hair, watches as Munson's dark eyes track the movement. "I thought you might help me out cause those kids never shut-up about you, but I'm willing to put money on it."
"Huh," Eddie says. He steeples his fingers under his chin. "Maybe I misjudged you, Harrington."
Steve lets himself smile at this. "I don't think you did. I don't give a shit about this game."
"Didn't take you for one to have a bunch of nerdy child friends."
"I'm their babysitter," he says, realizes immediately it was a mistake.
Eddie cackles until it turns into a full-bodied laugh, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. "You are something else, Harrington," he manages.
For his part, Steve hopes Munson hasn't noticed how bright red his face is. "Does that mean you'll help me?"
"I guess," he rolls his eyes. "But if you're just screwing around, I'm out."
"No, yeah, totally," Steve nods too hard, sends his hair cascading into his face. "Sounds good. How much?"
"Huh?" Eddie tilts his face up, giving Steve a perfect view of the smattering of faint freckles across the bridge of his nose.
"I said I'd pay you. What's the going rate for dnd lessons?"
"Oh, nah, free of charge, Harrington. Henderson would eat me alive if he knew I made you pay."
The smile they share is soft, tentative, and Steve doesn't notice the swathes of pink decorating Eddie's pale cheekbones.
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They meet up in the drama room after the last bell. Eddie is waiting on the throne with his feet propped on the table, sipping a Mt. Dew. His eyes widen when Steve walks into the room.
"You're on time," he says.
Steve scoffs. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Eddie shrugs, sets his feet on the floor. "Just wasn't aware that the King put a lot of stock in punctuality."
"C'mon, man, I'm trying not to be that guy, and I'm definitely not king of anything. Unless maybe it's Family Video, but even then, that's Robin."
"You're kind of weird, Harrington, you know that?" Eddie's dimples bracket his smile. The sight does weird things in Steve's chest.
"I've been told, yeah." Steve smiles back. "Where do we start?"
They start with dice, with a character sheet.
"Chaotic-good human Paladin?" Eddie asks.
He shrugs. "That's what Dustin keeps screaming at me. I got no idea what any of it means."
"That's not entirely true," Eddie says. "You've kept up with me so far."
"Yeah, that's you. Dustin rambles and then accuses me of not listening when it's over my head. When he goes on long enough, I start to get a headache right here," Steve rubs the spot between his eyes.
"That kid," Eddie says with the right combination of affection and frustration. "I don't know, you seem to have picked up on some of the stuff he said. You have a solid idea on gameplay, at least. I'd say you're doing pretty good."
"Thanks," Steve laughs. "No migraine yet, so that's a point in your favor."
"Migraines?"
"Head trauma."
"Byers?"
"And Hargrove."
"That was Hargrove?" Eddie asks.
"Hit me in the head with a plate."
"What the fuck."
"He was pissed that Max was friends with Lucas. He came after them. I couldn't just let him--I think he would've killed Lucas."
Eddie nods, hands fiddling with a die. "No wonder those kids love you," he says.
"We've been through some shit together."
"Guess it makes more sense why you wanted to learn dnd."
"As much as it pains me to admit," Steve rolls his eyes. "I love to make those little shitheads happy."
"Well, based on the way they talk about you, you succeed."
"You too, you know?" Steve offers. "All I've heard about the last three months is 'Eddie's so cool,' 'Hellfire's so fun.'"
"Jealous?" Eddie laughs.
"Completely," Steve admits.
"Don't worry, Harrington, I'll make a nerd out of you yet."
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They meetup after school every day they can over the next two weeks. At first, Steve is surprised that he doesn't really mind spending so much time with Munson, that he actually, kind of, has fun. And the more time they spend together, the more Eddie infiltrates his space. Leans into Steve's side as they sit next to each other, brushes their hands together, hovers over his shoulder, faces nearly touching, as he checks stuff on Steve's character sheet.
It makes Steve feel--well, it makes him think of what it would be like to run his fingers through the soft gloss of Eddie's curls; wonders what that plump mouth would be like pressed against his own; can't stop thinking about if Eddie is as vocal in bed as he is everywhere else. He knows he also likes guys, has for a while, but he's never in his life wanted someone this viscerally; so much he can feel the ache of it in his teeth.
It's the last day before the campaign for Will, and Steve is fucking sad. He thinks maybe Eddie is too. He's at least quieter than normal, explanations not at their usual fever pitch. An hour before they usually call it quits, he claps his hands together (too gently, too unlike himself), says, "That's it, Harrington. You're not going to be more ready than this."
"Right," Steve says. Can't help his eyes from darting over Eddie's face, aching to know what he's thinking. "You'll be there tomorrow?"
Eddie bends his head over his notebooks. "Nah, I don't need to intrude."
"But--"
"It's okay, Stevie. I get that it's family only." He looks like he really means it, but his eyes are sad, don't shine like they should.
Steve doesn't know what to say to that, just nods, and then there's nothing else. They stare at each other for a few very long, quiet seconds, before Eddie says, "I'll see you around, Harrington."
"Right, yeah. You too." And he walks out of the drama room with the heaviest heart he thinks he's ever had.
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Steve thinks he won't miss Eddie. That if he doesn't dwell on those hours spent with Eddie, learning dnd, that the missing will go away.
It doesn't.
Which is how he finds himself back at the high school on Wednesday, standing in front of the drama room door, willing himself to go inside. Eddie's on the throne, the typical notebooks and binders and Mt. Dew cans clustered around him, but he's not engrossed in imagining up a new campaign for Hellfire. No, his head is in his hands, knees drawn up to his chest.
"Eddie?" Steve asks.
His head pops up, and even in the low light, Steve notices the silvery tracks of tears down his cheeks.
"Steve! What are you--" he hastily wipes at his face with his shirt sleeve. "What are you doing here?"
Steve's acting only on instinct, crossing the room and dropping to his knees, taking Eddie's jaw between his palms, thumbing away the wetness on his cheeks.
"Did someone hurt you?" he asks.
Eddie's laugh is wet. "Nah, Harrington. I only have myself to blame for this one."
"Can I do anything?"
"Are you trying to kill me?"
"Sorry?"
"You, Steve Harrington, kind and compassionate? Learn dnd to make your little nerd friends happy? Who are you?"
"I'm just me, man," Steve blushes. "But, uh, I came to thank you." He's still holding Eddie's face in his hands, can't help but notice the way he flushes, how his dark eyes dart away from Steve's.
"I really liked hanging out with you," Steve says. This close to Eddie, his mind doesn't quite feel like his own. All he can think of is big eyes, soft curls, full lips.
"Yo--you did?"
"So much," Steve whispers. He doesn't quite remember moving, but now their foreheads are pressed together, warm breath mingling, lips almost, almost touching.
"I liked it too," Eddie breathes. After a few seconds, he laughs. "Knew I'd make a nerd out of you, Harrington."
"Shut-up," Steve laughs.
"Make me," Eddie says, and it's just that easy. Steve crosses the space still separating them, presses his mouth against Eddie's.
The kiss is slow, exploratory, the gentle discovery of how they fit together, the promise of all the things they can do in the future, all the pleasure they can bring.
"I'm not a nerd," Steve says when they part.
"No, you're right. You're like a nerd by marriage. Nerd-in-law," Eddie giggles. His eyes are bright, face pink, the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen.
"Shut-up," Steve giggles right back.
Eddie raises an eyebrow, the dare obvious, and Steve doesn't hesitate to kiss him again.
"You wanna get out of here?" Steve asks when they part, significantly more breathless, jeans significantly tighter, than when he arrived.
"You're gonna have to role persuasion for that, Stevie," Eddie smirks.
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ghostlyfleur · 5 months
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𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬
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eddie munson x new girl
contents: new girl referred to as angel, lovesick!eddie, strangers to friends to lovers, hellfire club, dustin henderson cameo, mutual pining, inexperienced!reader, shy!reader, maybe fairy!reader but i’m not sure yet.
word count: ~1k
summary: eddie lets his love consume him, and he’s okay with it.
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eddie munson is down bad. in love. completely enamored. shot by cupid. and she’s beautiful. the fairest maiden in all the land.
she’s all flowery dresses, flowy skirts, cozy sweaters, butterfly clips in her hair, fairy wing eyeliner design and shimmery glitter on her eyelids, sparkly pink lipgloss, highlighter on her cheekbones— the prettiest angel he’s ever seen. absolutely ethereal. the thing is, she’s terribly clueless. oblivious, even. her and eddie have built a lovely friendship over the last few months, ever since he met her when he picked dustin up from the library. that’s when it happened. that’s when he got hit. an arrow straight through his heart.
his angel — because she must be an angel, with the way the sun followed her around and made her shimmer — was aiding dustin with his search, trying to find books on supernatural lore that he could take inspiration from for the campaign he was putting together. it was dustin’s first campaign in his hellfire club career, and he was taking it very seriously to eddie’s amazement and amusement. but whatever thoughts about dungeons and dragons that were swirling around his head cleared completely at the sight of her; in her white sandals, knee-length white silky skirt, and alice in wonderland graphic tank top she was a sight to behold. a mirage. a dream. sunny disposition, bright smile, fidgety hands, and the most enchanting voice— a siren call, really. and eddie was hooked. it didn’t help that dustin talked his ear off about the nice girl that was quick to provide him with an immense list of folklore and magic lore books that could help him, about fairytales and whimsical creatures.
“she talked about fairies as if she were one, dude, it was sick!” dustin gushed.
eddie noticed the kid kept going back to the same library, kept entering his van afterwards with a list of books and another cute tale revolving around the pretty angel girl of eddie’s dreams. until one day dustin looked all nervous and coy and a little scared, and yeah, usually eddie loved to invoke that same reaction from him, but this time he didn’t know the reason behind it, behind the kid’s hesitant gaze. and truly it couldn’t have been a better reason. dustin wanted the mystery angel to be able to attend hellfire, to watch his campaign.
“‘s the least i can do, man! she helped me with a lot of it and she was like- super interested in my shirt and stuff, please?” eddie’s quick reply, the resounding ‘yes’ he couldn’t hold back, caught dustin by surprise but he didn’t question it. don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that, right?
angel showed up in a long skirt with a flower pattern, converse shoes, and a black queen shirt tucked in. braided hair, lipgloss, and a tupperware box filled with chocolate chip cookies for the whole club.
“my thanks for letting me crash your campaign.”
eddie was hooked. once the session was done and the boys were gone, thanking her profusely for the treats after they picked her brain for cryptid lore, she stayed behind to help eddie tidy up, and they talked about music. she was shy, incredibly so, soft spoken and giggly and socially awkward, but she laughed at eddie’s jokes and playfully teased him once or twice, and complimented his bats tattoo, so eddie offered her a ride home. she gracefully declined, claiming she drove herself, so he walked her to her car instead.
plans were made so that she attended each of dustin’s campaign sessions and through those sessions, the clean up afterwards, the talks about music and bands and movies, their time together evolved to going for milkshake afterwards, a coffee shop for some hot chocolate sometimes, and a friendship blossomed. a very strong one at that.
being alone, living alone, existing alone was kind of her thing— she preferred to be by herself, to indulge in her hobbies on her own, because she was anxious. extremely anxious. but apparently not at all reserved about it or ashamed of talking about it, which was proven by the fact that she casually let it slip pass her lips that she had an anxiety disorder the very first time she was alone with eddie after hellfire.
not a single sign of shame or guilt in admitting it, and eddie admired that.
admired that she was a loner even though she was so polite and kind, ready to send anyone she walked past a smile because she knew how much it mattered to those who needed a little kindness. a quiet soul but couldn’t shut up if you cared enough to figure out her interests, she laughed at everything, giggled without reason sometimes, talked to herself a lot, was often lost in daydreams, had a dark sense of humor surprisingly. complex but friendly. eddie couldn’t get enough, always wanting to find out more about her, to talk to her more, to understand her more.
but most importantly, in her opinion, eddie allowed her to be herself without any judgment. encouraged her even. and that was priceless. so yes, a strong friendship bloomed, but neither one of them wanted to stop at just that. the dark haired boy was quickly aware of his growing feelings, his attraction, his infatuation that turned to love, while his angel didn’t clock in on her emotions quite so fast, being entirely inexperienced and lacking any previous romantic validation. her anxiety and introverted tendencies played a part in that too, probably.
but that’s alright, eddie is more than okay with waiting for her to catch up.
── harmo’s footnotes:
i love thinking about our sweet eddie falling for a soft girl. he deserves a cozy, comfy, cute love story! please remember to show your support by reblogging!
masterlist. eddie dreams.
ghostlyfleur © — all rights reserved. do not repost, copy, or translate.
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skzonthebrain · 8 days
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Something I Needed More ~ Hyunjin | Always Together Event
Pairing: Hyunjin x reader
Genre: Friends To Lovers Trope | fluff | domestic themes
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: HAPPY BELATED HYUNE DAY!!! I am so so so sorry this is late T.T March has really been the worst month for me. My best friend had to evacuate due to a bushfire nearby and I've spent most of the night with her. Anyway this fic was based off of how I see Hyunjin through his paintings. We always talk about how Hyunjin is a hopeless romantic - through his art I see him as a man that can find romance in everyday life and someone who can bring beauty to even the most mundane of things. I really hope our love seeker had the best day and I hope you enjoy regardless of it being posted later than planned 💕
CONTENT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT
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Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI, domestic fluff with a hint of suggestive fluff towards the end, do with that what you will... mentions of alcohol consumption, pet names used; darling.
God he was so handsome.
It was a few minutes to 9pm when Hyunjin had texted you asking if you wanted to join him furniture shopping for his new apartment. It was a strange request considering the time, but he had reassured you it was better shopping at night time, 'less people means a calmer atmosphere and no one wants to pick out furniture while stressed' He had explained to you on the phone as you quickly booked an Uber to meet him there.
He is flawless in all senses of the word you thought to yourself as you secretly admired him while trailing slowly behind him toward the entrance of the department store.
Longer flowing dark hair shifting with the light breeze that made you reminisce on the first night you had met him and from the moment you had locked eyes with him that night from across the crowded living room at your friend's house party, you were under his spell.
He had noticed your glistening round eyes peeking over your red solo cup as you appreciated him from the safety of the kitchen counter and instead of smirking or shying away from your gaze, he had given you a charming smile that seemed to dazzle amongst the party lights, luring you right in.
You flushed under his attention, your cheeks brightening and you nervously gave him a small smile back. This seemed to intrigue Hyunjin further and before you could process his movements he was making his way over to you.
That night you introduced yourself to Hyunjin, expecting for him to speak to you for a few moments and then go on his way to enjoy the rest of his night. However, Hyunjin didn't leave your side. Whether it be joining in a game of beer pong to be your duo, pulling you onto the dancefloor to relax yourself more into his company or seeking you out as soon as he returned from using the bathroom, he was there.
At the end of the night you had found yourselves on the porch where it was quieter. The breeze was light, the stars and nearby streetlights the only warmth to the darkened night, and your conversations flowed naturally, time slipping away entirely. You had similar interests, you even had mutual friends and before you knew it the sun was coming up.
Hyunjin was reluctant to part ways, but he still ordered you an Uber and told you in his soft melodic voice that it wouldn't be the last time you saw him.
And it wasn't
From that night on you'd hung out with Hyunjin a handful of times. It was strange though. One moment he seemed interested in you in the same way you were intrigued by him, but then the moment would fade and you would second guess if the moment was really there to begin with.
"Your chariot awaits you, your majesty." Hyunjin snapped you out of your trance, giving you a bow beside a trolley he'd dislodged from it's resting place.
You giggled behind your hand at his display and bounded over to him as he held the trolley stable for you to climb into.
"Why thank you, kind sir." You played along giving him a bright smile and making yourself comfortable in your new form of transport.
He looked down at you fondly, a gleeful expression curving his eyes into crescent moons and he excitedly pushed you into the department store with a squeal of delight escaping you.
Hyunjin was right. The department building was eerily quiet. A few workers could be seen going about their nightly routine amongst a handful of customers, but besides them the warehouse appeared empty. The building was separated into long corridor aisles with signage to aide your navigation and Hyunjin pointed toward the lighting aisle, brightly illuminating the far back corner of the store despite the overhead fluorescent lights.
"So, I need a new bedside lamp, might as well replace my desk chair and potentially get a house plant. Where do we want to start?" Hyunjin explained the game plan, giving you the option to choose what section you started in.
You glanced around at the overhanging signs. The closest item Hyunjin needed to where you were now was the desk chair displays so you pointed in that direction.
"Desk chair?" You suggested and Hyunjin nodded in approval, "Desk chair."
The trolley took off quicker than you expected, the motion of it causing you to hit the back of your head into the metal bars and you let out a painful chuckle, rubbing the back of your head where a gentle throb was beginning to spread.
"Forged your license, didn't you?" You accused him in a teasing manner.
Hyunjin hurried out an apology, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks as he leaned over the trolley bar to delicately pat your head where it was sore.
"Gotta have the need for speed in such situations, darling" He tried to cover his bashfulness with sarcasm, poking his tongue out at you playfully.
His blush appeared contagious as the nickname and his actions resonated with you, turning yourself shy as you bit your bottom lip in an attempt to hold back any of the butterflies that begged to escape you.
"What brought on the sudden need for furniture shopping?" You asked him curiously, trying to suppress the feelings Hyunjin brought out in you.
"Kkami, my dog, knocked over my lamp and it shattered." He explained, rolling the trolley to a stop beside a slick black ordinary looking display chair.
You let out an 'ahh' of realization, peering over the side of the trolley to look at the desk chair Hyunjin was judging.
It didn't look like his style, but then again you hadn't gotten the chance to see his new apartment and had no clue to what his house theme could be.
Hyunjin hummed behind you, his eyes scanning past the black desk chair and finally landing onto a grey matte desk chair. The seat resembled a button cushion more than a typical desk chair seat and it had accents of black looking metal molding the seat into a sturdy position. His eyes lit up as he abandoned the trolley rushing over to inspect it further.
It was pleasant to see Hyunjin in such a state, seeing his whole demeanor change when his eyes locked on something he liked.
"Bingo!" He cheered taking note of the desk chair's code to find later in the flat pack aisle.
"Very Hyunjin coded." You agreed as he returned to you and began pushing you to where the flat packs were located to retrieve his desk chair.
"Is that a compliment or an insult?" Hyunjin pretended to glare at you before turning to the shelves to search for his new desk chair.
"Compliment. The chair is elegant, classic in style but it fits so perfectly into the modern world. It's like a blending of eras." You spoke boldly describing Hyunjin more than the chair itself.
Hyunjin seemed to notice your intention, a pleased smile appearing on his lips as he found the flat pack he was looking for but instead of teasing you like normal he responded with a grateful, 'thanks.'
Hyunjin placed the first item on his list into the trolley behind you, giving you something to lean against instead of the metal bars of the trolley and once again began pushing you into a new direction.
You both came across the lighting section - more importantly your favourite section in stores such as these. Whenever you'd been in similar stores with your family growing up, if they ever lost you, they knew exactly where to find you. Lost in your thoughts but home amongst the variation of twinkling lights, all glowing in their own brightness and shades.
Hyunjin and you had been in this section for a while now, struggling to find something he liked, he had grown a little indecisive with the volume of options before him.
As Hyunjin looked for inspiration on his phone, you scanned over the bedside lamps that were visible from your perspective in the trolley.
Glancing downwards your eyes landed on an upside down tulip shaped lamp, glowing soft shades of silvery white and you couldn't help but feel it was perfect for Hyunjin.
"Hyunjin!" You called out to him without taking your eyes off the lamp.
He raised his head from his phone, alerted by your voice and walked over to stand beside the trolley, looking down at the lamp you were fixated on.
"What about this one?" You suggested, turning to Hyunjin for his thoughts.
Hyunjin seemed in deep thought as he stared intently between the lamp you'd picked out and the child-like expression you held as you patiently waited for his thoughts.
He was quiet for some time before his gaze rose, glancing around the aisle, taking in the rest of the lamps as he spun and you thought perhaps he didn't like it as much as you thought he would, looking for something more his style.
Suddenly Hyunjin's attention was back on you, "I'll be right back." He announced, turning on his heel and disappearing from your sight.
You sat in the trolley where Hyunjin had left you, confused on why he'd abruptly left you without responding when all of a sudden the overhanging fluorescent light switched off, turning the aisle around you into a sparkling garden.
You were transported back in time to a child version of yourself absorbed in the variation of warmth, the lights around you dancing off the reflection of each other. It was oddly beautiful and you didn't know where to look, your head snapping backwards and forwards between either sides of the trolley to take it all in.
The trolley began to move abruptly, but instead of the forward motion you were used to, the trolley spun and you came face to face with Hyunjin as he now held the end of the trolley, looking at you with unknown intentions.
The air around you thickened, your heart racing in your chest as the world around you grew quiet, fading away to leave Hyunjin and you together in solitude.
It was no secret that Hyunjin was beautiful, and before this moment you thought it wasn't possible for him to surpass the highest level of beauty in your eyes. But here, surrounded by twinkling lights, in the otherwise darkened corner of the shop with lights that seemed like fireflies reflecting in his hope filled eyes - you knew that this was his final form. Like a butterfly escaping a cocoon and you were once again at the mercy of his beauty.
"Do you trust me?" Hyunjin asked you in a whispered hush, leaning into the space between you as if it was a secret to be shared between the two of you only.
You gave him a delighted smile, "Of course I do, have you given me a reason not to?"
"Good, I hope it stays that way." He laughed leaning back and gripping tighter onto the end of the trolley.
"Hold on." He encouraged.
You quickly grasped onto the sides of the trolley and seeing you securely in place amongst the desk chair flat pack behind you, Hyunjin thrusted the trolley sending your world spinning.
It was as if the world had slowed right down as you spun, yet simultaneously the wind accompanied by the motion of the trolley spinning reminded you of the increased speed at which you turned. You felt dizzy, but in the best way possible as the lights blurred like city lights on a lake and all you could do was gawk in astonishment at how pretty the new world Hyunjin had provided seemed.
"Oh my god." You breathed out as you rolled to a stop, assisted by Hyunjin - who was too scared you might crash into the walls of the aisle and had hurried over to prevent it.
Your eyes adjusted to reality, Hyunjin becoming one person in front of the end of the trolley again as the dizziness subsided.
"Are you okay, darling?" The nickname from earlier sticking, however this time there was no sarcasm attached to it, in its place concern as Hyunjin tried to get your eyes to focus on him.
You smiled so brightly up at him that your cheeks began to ache.
"Okay?! Hyunjin! That was incredible!" You excitedly babbled, blinking away the fleeting feeling of what could only be described as being transported through time.
"Yeah?" All traces of concern gone from his tone, now softer as he beamed back at you - his eyes losing themselves into yours and you felt an undeniable pull as you both leaned in towards one another.
You felt a wave of feelings you had suppressed spread through you as Hyunjin towered over you from your view below him. He held a yearning look in his eyes as he descended closer to you, your faces centimeters from each other and he hesitated to give you a look that silently asked you if this was okay.
"Hey lovebirds! Store is closing in fifteen minutes, please head to the checkouts!" An older employee called to the two of you by the end of the aisle.
You felt your face heat up at the employee mistaking you for a couple and Hyunjin chuckled fondly at your reaction, pulling away from you to address the employee.
"Almost finished, will be out before ten." He politely responded, moving back to take control of the trolley.
You remained silent as Hyunjin guided you down the aisle, still reeling in the moment that was ripped away from you. Were you still dazed from before, or had Hyunjin and you almost just kissed?
You wanted to ask him if he felt it too, you wanted to ask him what you were to him. Were you friends? Something more? A distraction from someone else? Every moment just as the one prior, you felt so close to an answer, but then the moment would disappear as if it was never there in the first place and you were back to the beginning of doubting what was real and what you were leading yourself to believe.
"Perfect." Hyunjin hummed more to himself as he handed you the lamp you'd picked out earlier for him.
You nodded in quiet thought, still trying to process whether the almost kiss was a figment of your imagination and placed the lamp's box into your lap, delicately holding on to it.
Hyunjin pushed you over to the checkout, rolling you to your final stop and he aided you just as he had before in holding the trolley still for you to climb out carefully with the lamp box in hand.
Just in that moment you remembered the last item on Hyunjin's list.
"Hyune, what about the house plant? I can get these items scanned while you pick one out?" You offered, moving the trolley so the employee could scan the desk chair's flat pack.
A shy smile crossed Hyunjin's cheeks, but his voice came out steady regardless, "I think I've found something I needed more."
You furrowed your eyebrows in slight confusion by the riddle of words he spoke, but shrugged it off as the cashier addressed Hyunjin with the total.
With the items paid for, you both walked the trolley over to Hyunjin's car, helping him pack the items into his back seat.
Hyunjin leaned onto his rear door, turning to you with a nervous smile as he fiddled with his car keys, "I had fun today, thanks for coming with me."
You pushed the trolley into the trolley bay - conveniently by his parking space and shyly shuffled back to the rear of his car beside him.
"Thanks for inviting me, and for showing me a bright new world." You half joked wanting to slap your palm to your forehead at the cheesy joke.
Hyunjin laughed despite how poorly you thought the joke would land and you suddenly felt the warmth of skin against your hand as he took yours into his. You titled your head to stare at him, meeting his gaze which had softened with an anxious glisten to them.
"I was wondering...did you maybe want to come back to mine?" He suggested lacing his fingers around your own, "We could set up the stuff I bought and you could meet Kkami?"
You felt your heart quicken against your ribcage, your breathing deepening as you looked up into his pleading orbs begging you for something he had not yet mentioned.
You thought for a moment on his offer. You wanted to - oh god you wanted to - but if you continued into uncertainty for any longer you were scared of how long this push and pull would last, both of you avoiding the conversation that needed to be had.
You could tell from his actions - hell, even his words - that he clearly saw you as more than a friend, but it worried you of what exactly his true intentions were.
Your silence led Hyunjin down the trail of thoughts you could potentially be having and he quickly added with a guilty smile, "I can drop you back home whenever you like."
"Hyunjin..." You trailed off preparing yourself for what you were about to do, "I think I like you...like...more than a friend."
Hyunjin let out a long breath of relief and he tugged you by your hand intertwined with his until you were standing in front of him instead - your faces a few breaths apart.
"Thank god, because I like you too…like...more than a friend." He teasingly confessed back at you the same way you had to him, a playful smile on his lips to match his tone.
Your bright smile that had accompanied you all night and every moment you seemed to share with Hyunjin returned as you gazed up at him lovingly - a look Hyunjin shared back down at you.
The limited space between the two of you became all too real as you felt Hyunjin's hand leave yours so he could hold onto your waist, keeping you against him before you could shy away.
You melted against him willingly, your hands resting against his chest to stabilize yourself as you felt the awkward, nervous air evaporate around you, filling with a heavier longing air as time seemed to slow down once again.
The magnetic pull returned, the two of you drawing into each other like a magnet to steel and just before your lips could meet, Hyunjin held you firmly in place.
His eyes locked on yours, as he fondly stared at you before speaking.
"So is that a yes to coming home with me?" He cheekily asked, his confidence returning in full force.
You huffed out a laugh, going to move back from his hold but Hyunjin's grip on you strengthened.
"Shut u-" He cut you off with his lips, sealing in place any doubt you might have had about him as he opened his heart to you. His lips were delicate, plush against yours moving with a notion of yearning, as if he'd wanted this kiss since the moment he saw you.
His hands moved to hold onto the small of your back, pushing you further into him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing the kiss to deepen.
You both lazily pulled away from each other, only detaching far enough that you were still in each other's arms.
"Come on darling, let's get you out of this cold." He whispered, his voice honeyed with a new found sweetness of a future you could now mold together.
A future you were no longer uncertain of.
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eveningepiphany · 8 months
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welcome to the final show | H.S, part 2
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the girlies asked so I deliver!
read part one here, or check out my masterlist!
summary: after the accidental cafe run in, harry and y/n have wound up with each others numbers. and are quick to go from casual texting to organising another time to meet up. including a cafe trip and an unexpected ice creamery visit.
warnings: fluff, swearing, minor mentions of alcohol, nothing too heavy, just our lovely italyrry who is the sweetest ever.
a/n: thank you all so so much for the incredible amount of support on the first part of this official series. and also for your patience in waiting for me to hurry up and post an update. i know it’s been like 2 weeks since the first part, but I really wanted to give you something i took my time working on <3
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There’s a certain type of disbelief that comes around once and a while. It’s rare.
It’s the kind that you feel straight to your core. That randomly dumps on you during the day like a bucket of water, and leaves your head spinning like that very bucket came crashing down with it.
It happens in a single moment, but lingers for a long time after the fact.
That’s exactly how you felt after harry texted you first. Because not even a few hours later after you’d exchanged numbers, he sent you through, not only a message, but a photo of all things.
One that made your heart swell with its endearing qualities.
A photo of a plate, filled with the food you’d told him earlier that day was one of your favourites.
Sent with a further little message below it,
Your favourite is currently up for grabs at the family gathering. H
The way he’d signed his intial off at the bottom had you nearly throw your phone across the room at how adorable it was.
Like as if you didn’t even know who you were texting.
Again it strewn your thought— is he aware the kind of mental effect this is having on you? Because you’re borderline going to need to phone for an ambulance.
You’re a simple person. A fangirl, to say the least. This shit, despite being able to say ‘I’ve met and talked with Harry Styles for more than 10 minutes’ does not just disappear.
And you had promised yourself not to tell anyone that this had happened— or was happening? Because there would be nothing worse than this somehow ending up online.
And not to treat him like a flighty deer instead of a grown man, but you would hate for that to place a kind of distrust in his hands.
However, all of that self-agreement doesn’t take away the nagging voice in your head that just wants to tell at the very least your immediate friends and family.
But you’re proud to say— after a long 2 minutes of pacing around your hotel room— you manage to craft a reply back.
Well, only after a few rough and undeniably embarrassing drafts that quickly get deleted out of the text bar.
You’re back to sitting on the floor against the bed frame, facing the window looking out on the gorgeous colours of the evening Italian sky.
Heart pounding, and you’re sure this scene from a third person perspective would look like it was pulled from a hallmark movie.
Girl fawning over man’s simple text. Kicking her feet in the glow of Italian sun, with a glass of wine on the floor next to her.
You stared at your finalised message and decided if you didn’t send it now, you would spiral into a never ending pit of doubt. And just end up overthinking the whole thing.
So you just did it. And now on the screen, under his blue message, was your own grey one.
there’s no way. it looks so good! im gonna see if it’s on my room service menu tbh. consider me inspired.
You bit your knuckles. Acting up like a fucking teenager. Waiting for the shock to subside before you actually get up to find the hotel menu.
After you replied back, you were sweating, honestly. Anxious at the fact you had just sent a text to Harry Styles. And unlike a conversation, that shit is permanent. So too bad if it comes off embarrassing.
Which of course, it didn’t on his end. Unbeknownst to you, he almost physically gleamed at sight of your name on his screen for the first time.
You’d nearly dropped your glass of wine when your phone vibrated up on the counter of the hotels kitchen where it was charging.
It’d been about half an hour from when you replied, you’d since ordered room service and sat in your bed to watch tv.
You made sure to place your glass elsewhere as you ran over to grab your phone.
If it wasn’t already all gone I’d save you some. Any luck with the room service?
You’d replied back swiftly, disregarding any kind of waiting to text back rule. You were all too eager to wait.
i managed to score some up from the room service. didn’t look as appetising as yours, but it was still enjoyed. x
And at this, he smiled, looking at the Italian sunset as he thought of you with a curiosity he recognised as all too unhealthy.
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If you had told yourself two days ago in that cafe, that you have had several full conversations with harry after getting his number… you probably would have laughed.
Yet its not a joke of any kind. You can pinch yourself over and over again looking at those texts, but all you’ll end up with is a bruise and they will be just as real.
But as you read over the most recently received one, pinching would have not been enough of a reality check.
Maybe a frying pan? Probably would do the trick.
You scanned over his words, rubbing your eyes like you were tired and seeing shit— even though you’d been awake since 9am, which was 2 hours ago.
Unless you have plans, I’m going to try this cafe a friend recommended me a while back, if you wanted to tag along?
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And there’s simply no way that this is happening? But after 30 seconds without a follow up text telling you he’s accidentally sent this to the wrong person, you sit up straight.
Well, you’re not about to ask him if he’s serious right now, so you channel every fibre of casualness left within you and use it to construct a response.
id love to! I’ll get ready to go soon if you want to meet there before 12:30?
That works perfectly. did you need a lift, or are you in walking distance. I can pick you up if you need.
You almost keel over at his offer, and the absolute gentleman move he just made.
You also realise you didn’t even look where the cafe was. Because if Harry Styles asks you to go somewhere with him the answer should always be yes. Figure out the means of getting there and back later.
Either way you open the link and get taken to google maps, and the cafe in question is literally a 10 minute walk away from you.
im in walking distance, it’s about 10 minutes away. so I’ll just make my way there at about 12:15! thank you for the lovely offer though.
And you move as quickly as possible from your bed to your suitcase, ready to tear that thing apart for an outfit.
You don’t want to be over the top, but you have to go with something on the shorter side because it’s already in the high 20’s and it’s not even afternoon yet. So you lug out the many summer dresses you crammed in there, hoping that one of them will strike your interest.
Some get tossed back into your bag as you filter through them, not making the cut for a variety of reasons— like showing too much of your cleavage.
Yea, a good few of them get ruled out for that reason.
But eventually— and thank god, because you were starting to loose hope— you find one that is perfect for the occasion. It’s all types of flowy and comfortable, but still maintains the pretty connotation that summer dresses are known for.
Before putting it on, you go into the bathroom and do your morning routine— fixing your hair as a final step, but deciding to leave it out since there is hardly any wind outside to make it a mess. Plus it will suit the dress.
You somehow managed to take long enough that the next time you look at your phone you realise it’s nearing 12:15pm a lot faster than you expected. So you hustle to get the rest of your shit together, and make your way out the door.
The walk there is as peaceful as you could imagine, just the sounds of chatter from passer-by’s and birds lingering in trees dotting the sidewalk.
But on the inside you are still panicking. The last time you’d meet him in a cafe was a total surprise. This time it’s planned, and that leaves too much room for your brain to overthink it.
As you finally push through the doors of the cafe you had found your way to, a tiny bell above jingles. But you’re hardly focused on it as you look to the front counter.
Seeing the exact person you were here for already grabbing two drinks from a barista at what you can only assume is a pickup counter.
As he spins around, he catches your momentary surprise, complimented by flushed cheeks. To this he smiles and nods you over with his head.
He looked excited to see you. Like a longtime pair of friends meeting up again after a while apart.
Your feet kick back into gear at his nod, following him over to a table that’s tucked into the corner. He had his pleasing bag slung across the top of the chair.
“Hi lovely,” he says the minute you’re close enough to hear his deep voice.
“Hi Harry.” You smile, heart still beating too fast. The words feeling different as they get spoken from your mouth.
He walks the few steps around the table, closing the gap still between you— and he doesn’t wait for you to hug him, he just pulls you straight into the warmth of his arms.
Wrapping you up in a way that you can smell the cologne lingering on the dip of his neck into his shoulder.
His accent is muffled by your hair as he talks gently, “how’ve you been?”
The common question has your head reeling. In its simplicity is still sweetness.
You pull back, his eyes training on yours, looking keenly at you, awaiting an answer from your almost shy lips.
“I— yes, I’ve been really good thank you.” You nod, how could you not be? Look where your standing, who you’re standing with.
“What about you…?” You ask, watching as the corners of his pink mouth upturn.
He’s freshly shaven, you notice, and your fingers twitch with the need to glide over the smooth skin of his cheek.
You resist as he answers, still relatively closer than you should be out in a public place.
“I’m doing well, even better now.” He raises his eyebrows, a cheeky grin coming on his face.
He revels in blood that rushes into your cheeks, reddening them up like you’ve just run a mile.
“Oh, stop it. You’re a bloody flirt.” You roll your eyes in an attempt to play it off, and you also take a step back to seat yourself in the chair at the table he’d picked.
Maybe he was a flirt at most times. But from his perspective, with you in a dress like that? Not to sound like he’s drawing on the one direction lyrics, but as if you don’t know you’re beautiful.
I mean, sure, he thinks you’re aware that you’re pretty. But in the way it’s working him up, you seem to be clueless.
Because he’s almost stumbling on his words at the sight of you, soft fabric flowing seamlessly over your tan skin, cutting off above your knees leaving him with thoughts that he should not be having in a public space.
But at the same time, he tries to convince himself it’s nothing but a wholesome coincidental friendship. Even though if at any point tabloids get a hold of this, it will be very very far from that.
You’re watching as he looks a little caught up in thought, and you chuckle at it.
The sweet noise breaks him out of it, and he’s grateful for that. It was a rabbit hole he was happy to just not go down right now.
“Can’t help it,” he shrugs, going over to his own seat.
“Now, i need the full story of what happened with your friends luggage at the Singapore airport?”
You let out a laugh, a little surprised he even remembers to bring it up. You had been texting about travel, and told him the time your friend had her luggage lost in a layover between Singapore and London last month.
“I mean, where did it leave it off?” You had explained a partial amount of the story. But told him, if you’d planned another cafe trip it would be a lot easier to explain the ins and outs.
And he was overly excited to watch you tell the tale. Watch the way your hands moved as you animatedly told the story, and the way your eyes get a little lost in thought.
He caught tiny glimpses of it the first time you’d met, but he craved to watch it happen in full. Among other things.
You told him how you’d had 12 hour layover, but that you guys didn’t want to book a hotel since they were so expensive. But you were still meant to collect your luggage— and everyone else but your friend Bonnie got it back.
“She’s Scottish, crazy red hair and she is like a fire cracker. She was actually at the last show, in the front with us, but anyway— so she’s running around Singapore airport accosting all the staff with her stressed out and angry Scottish accent.”
You went back and forth with the many fuck arounds of that day, how you went from halfway across the airport to a misplaced baggage unit per a staffs advice, only for the lady at the front desk to say it wasn’t there— and to go back to the support centre.
“It was not funny at the time,” you said, “but fuck, looking back now it’s pretty good. And it makes a fun story to tell.”
“So where did she actually get her stuff back?” He asks, frowning with a curious smile.
“Oh, like 6 hours after we originally got off the plan. They’d told us to wait up at that little customer support place and after like another hour and a half, some really frazzled guy came running up with it.”
And you laughed at the image in your head, sweaty and looked terrified he’d gotten the wrong bag, “We asked where it had gotten lost, but he just asked if it was certainly ours, then when we said yes he nodded and practically ran the other way.”
Harry was smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.
“God, is that quite a story.”
“See why I said texting it would have been way too hard.” You amend, reaching for the deserted cup of tea you hadn’t even drank out of yet, taking a sip.
Exactly how you like it, and you smile. Watching him watch you drink it.
“Just how you like it, yea?” He asks to confirm. But also lost a little in the way the liquid seamlessly travels from the cup down your throat.
“Yea, perfect.” You nod, clutching the warm cup between your hands, tongue swiping out over your lips.
“Anyways, what about your own crazy travel stories. Since you’ve done plenty of it.” You prompt, unaware of his remaining gaze.
The afternoon went of just like that. Telling stories and sharing funny little anecdotes that had you laughing so hard that tears were about to spill from your waterline.
You slowly forget that it’s Harry Styles you’re sitting with. And of course that sounds weird. But it’s like there came a certain point in the afternoon where he just became simply Harry.
Nothing more, nothing less.
It had been a rather long time you sat in that same cafe with him. So much that the chairs, originally very comfortable, had started to become the opposite as time flew on.
“Are these chairs starting to hurt your ass too?” He asks, humour lacing his tone as he watches you adjust yourself in the chair for the third time in the last 10 minutes.
“Yea, the metal seats are lowkey not it.” At this he laughs, the way you word things somehow being more entertaining than most.
“Well, cmon, I already paid, we can go for a walk if you want?” He rises from his place, and you’ve never stood up quicker.
“Braving the Italian sun at its very brightest are we?” You joke, smiling as he grabs his bag and slings it over one of his broad shoulders.
“Could be a big regret, could also be very scenic.” He says as you grab both your empty cups.
“I forgot to put sunscreen on as well, so might have a different colour forehead to the rest of my body but… oh well.” he shurgs, following you over to the small bin by the cafe door.
You’re immediately thinking of the time he went to a show after going out golfing and he had a sunburnt head.
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” And it takes you by surprise that the teasing words made it out of your mouth.
Yet, he seems happily indifferent to it, like it’s of course something you’d know, “Whatever you.”
Your laughing at his response as you hold the door open for him, exiting the cafe into the heat.
A tortured sigh is let out of you both at the swelter of it. The concrete pavement doing nothing but intensify it.
“I underestimate the weather every day here, I’m wearing too many layers of clothing to be dealing with this.”
“Take your hoodie off you dolt.”
He usually keeps layers on so that his tattoos are less visible. Since they’re often a dead giveaway of who he is. So his hands hesitates as they slip to the hem of his jumper.
“Don’t tell me you went out with just a jumper on, no other layers. In Italy?” You shake your head, still smiling as you slowly walk into the shaded part of the sidewalk.
“No— I did.” He laughs, “just m’tattoos usually garner some attention.”
He clarifies, “that sounded really egotistical, not the tattoos themselves, I meant people recognise me easier when they’re out.”
“Oh!” You stumble a little in your thought process. Feeling a little silly for not realising.
“I kind of like… forgot?” You say, coming to a stop as he eventually succumbs to the heat and peels the jumper over his head. Folding it up and popping it into his bag, glancing at you with a tiny breathe of relief at his new found ventilation. Hands moving to tousle with his hair in attempt to flatten it after pulling the jumper over it.
“I mean, i did. too honestly.” He agrees, continuing to walk forward.
You read into that a million different ways. But he makes sure you don’t get confused, “Y/N, don’t look so worried. I just mean you’re a very easy person to get… i dunno, lost in.”
Oh okay? How does one just casually continue putting one foot in front of the other after someone says something like that?
“You flatter me too much.” You roll your eyes, still as awful as ever at masking your shock or adoration for something someone’s said.
“Cmon, you’re just too humble i think.” He bumps you with his shoulder.
You’re laughing at him. But stop dead in your tracks as you stop something across the road.
“H.” You say, and he also comes to a halt. Taking a moment to process your use of his nickname. Like the way it so gently came from you.
Yet you sound almost dire, so he’s looking over where you are, scanning the sunny street for something that could possibly concern you?
For a moment he thinks it may be paparazzi, but this side of town is usually much better in regards to that.
He feels protective of you, “What? Are you okay?”
“There’s ice cream over there.” You say, hand coming up to cover your mouth a little.
A breath of relief fills his lungs, “i— you made it out like this was a life or death situation about t’unfold.”
Your expression turns to a grin, “no, i just love Italian ice creameries!”
“Can we please go and get some?” You glance back to him, and his own smile widens at your face. Gleaming with this unfiltered excitement over something so simplistic.
“Of course we can.” And you’re immediately grabbing his wrist to tug him across the road towards the shop.
“As if I could say no to you, anyway.” He laughs as he keeps up with your quick pace, clearly on a mission.
Once inside the store, with its pink and mint coloured walls and decor, you move to look at the collection of flavours.
The staples such as vanilla and strawberry, but then a small selection of more slightly diverse ones, like peanut butter brownie or salted caramel.
Their cookie dough ice cream looks amazing though, filled with chocolatey chunks of cookie. So you decide relatively fast that’s what you want.
And then you turn to Harry, whose eyes are still darting between flavours indecisively.
“What one do you want?” You ask, and he adverts his eyes to you.
“No I’ll order.” He shakes his head.
“No-no. Let me get this for you, please.” He goes to protest and you nudge him with your elbow, “don’t be stubborn. I want to get you something.”
“I— fine. But know you’re just as pushy as i am.” He scoffs with a laugh.
“I’ll get… maybe chocolate?” He points to it, and you nod.
The older lady at the counter is overly lovely, and you’re rattling off your order to her with a beaming smile.
Harry watches your interaction with her, and how you take a moment to compliment the heart covered apron she was wearing.
His heart trips over it’s own rhythm at the sight.
You pays and he still feels a little guilty, but figures he can make it up to you next time they go out by getting you a cookie or two with your tea.
You come back to his side with the two cones, stacked two scoops tall, and hand one to him.
“Thank you, you didn’t have to though.”
“It’s fine, Harry. Do you wanna find somewhere outside to sit?” You ask, turning to wave at the lady who served you as your slowly exiting the shop.
“Sure, i saw that little bench under a tree a couple shops down near that park.” He nods, taking his turn to lead the way there.
You shortly find the way there, sitting yourselves down on it, looking out onto a small playground with some kids swinging on monkey bars and sliding down the slide.
“Italian ice cream will forever be the best kind of ice cream.” You sigh out with pleasure, licking over the cool scoop.
He unwittingly is blushing at the sight, suddenly batting away mental images at the sight of your pink tongue jutting out of your mouth.
Shaking his head, he pushes them aside. “Definitely. You can tell it’s handmade.”
He busies his own tongue on his own ice cream, only stealing occasional glances to you at his side.
But he can’t help but tilt his cone to you, “Wanna try the chocolate?”
His offer comes as the equivalent of a brick to the head, but you’re invested in making yourself not seem psychotic.
So you nod nonchalantly, “i will, but I have a feeling that’s just because you want some of mine.”
“Mm, maybe I do a little.” He agrees, but any other coherent thought dies where it was in his head at you leaning over to his own cone. Your tongue running over the ice cream, collecting up its sweet residue.
You nod, “That’s so good.” Acting like you’ve got a normal internal monologue right now. Even though she’s hurling things at you that you can’t all process in such a short flash of time.
You just put your mouth where his has been! He is about to do the same thing! His eyes look a little blown out! What the fuck!
Pretty much what it sounds like up there, along with some alarm bells and screaming.
However you just gesture your cone to him, taking mental images of him mirroring what you did just before.
He hums a sound of enjoyment as he pulls back, glancing up at you, pinning you with his green gaze. “Good choice.”
You agree with a slight mumble, shaking your head momentarily to clear your thoughts. Ready to change the subject so you can internally recollect yourself.
“I only regret sitting out here since it’s melting so fucking fast.”
“I know,” he also settles quickly back into the normality of the moment, “i cant eat it quicker than the rate it’s melting.”
“It’s cold though, which is at least a win.”
Conversation trails on as normal while you finish off the ice cream. Discussing if biting the bottom off an ice cream cone is normal or not.
And before you know it you check your phone when you get a text from your mum, asking what time you’re able to call tonight.
She misses you heaps, you can tell. But despite the timezone difference you are making it work.
You also glance up at the time and realise it’s nearing 4pm. And you have just spent majority of the afternoon with Harry.
You also realise you’d agreed to have dinner with all of your friends in one of their hotel rooms tonight.
“Seems like it’s my turn to have to be the one to bail.” You say, popping your phone in your back pocket and looking back at Harry.
“That’s okay, love, what’s the plans for the evening.”
You explain that you’ll go over the the girls hotel room and probably just eat pizza, and then go back to your own room and call your mum for a bit.
He feels a little sad you even have to leave, which is odd, but he nods anyway, “That sounds fun. Solid plan.”
You reluctantly rise from your seat next to him. “So…” you take a tiny breath in, “am I the one picking the next cafe we go to?”
He beams internally at the fact you’re also trying to plan the next time you’re able to meet up with each other.
“I reckon so, Angel.” He stands as well, “I’m good for any day.”
Any plans he has can be rearranged for you.
“Alright!” You feel better immediately knowing you can see him again soon.
“Thanks for the ice cream too, by the way.” He says, walking back over to the pathway with you.
“It’s okay.” You smile, nervously being the one to give him a goodbye hug. A small flutter erupts in your stomach as his hands pull you flush to him around your lower back.
“I’ll see you soon, mkay?”
“Yea. Ill talk to you later.” You remind yourself that he’s easily accessible to talk to. You literally have his number.
“Bye H.” You give him a squeeze, pulling away with a smile, “Bye Y/N.” And you wave as you start the walk back to your hotel. Plenty of things to think about.
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“Did you guys see the supposed pics of harry today on harryflorals? He was hanging out with someone apparently!” Nina asks everyone.
Only two of you hadn’t, including yourself.
She passes the phone first to you, and you frown.
“I know, looks like it’s taken on a potato.” She says, assuming your furrowed brows are due to the fact the image is really hard to get anything from.
Unless you know that park bench he’s ‘allegedly’ sitting on. And that the blurry figure next to him is almost certainly you— but no one else can tell.
“Yea… shit that is…” You pause, brain freezing a little, “bad quality.”
You hand her phone back. But caption of the post still festering in your head long after the moment is over.
HARRY *SUPPOSEDLY* WITH A GIRL IN ITALY TODAY! but this is the only pic we got 💔
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ahh and that’s part two! I hope you guys are enjoying this, and I’m so excited to write more about these two. cant wait for you to see what’s in store for them.
thank you again for your patience while waiting for this second part, and to all the lovely people who requested this oneshot to be made into something more.
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 months
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You’re Too Good For Me ~Larissa Weems xBrienne of Tarth
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Summary— Inspired by this post made by @franouo !! “WHAT IF (in an AU) Larissa survived Marylin's atack (SHE'S ALIVE) and needs protección AND somehow Brienne shows up, maybe a portal or time travel (idk how yet) and they start this kind of dry relationship in the begging for mutual interests, like Larissa needs protección (maybe debelop panic atacks after all the trauma) and Brienne needs help to come back to Westeros and the only person who can help is Larissa because all the principal of a "Magic school" thing like Brienne says but with in the time pass they break each others walls and start falling for each other.”
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Warnings: NSFW, smut, eating out, fingering, kissing, implied loss of virginity, flustering, first times, first orgasm, strangers to friends to lovers, implied future smut, etc.
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By the grace of god or whatever supreme fucking being, Larissa has survived Marilyn’s nightshade poisoning. Everyone said that it had been a miracle. No one had been known to survive nightshade poisoning in the past…
Larissa, of course, was relieved to have survived. She was grateful, mostly. But part of her struggled with the fact that she had indeed died for an extended amount of time. And that she had then come back to life…
It was hard for the blonde to comprehend. The whole experience had thoroughly traumatized the principal… She couldn’t go a day without our heightened anxiety, couldn’t go a week without at least one panic attack.
As the school year came to a close, the events of that fatal night fading into the past, and all the students got sent home, Larissa was left pretty much on her own at the school, as most of the staff had gone too. There were certain responsibilities that the principal had to uphold over the summer at Nevermore, such as keeping the school in good shape for the upcoming school year.
Even though it had been weeks, Larissa felt her anxiety, and panic, and vigilance like her near death experience had occurred yesterday…
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One particularly hot summer day, Larissa was making her daily rounds of the school, when she saw a shimmer of blue gleaming in the morning sun down the road from the school.
The blue figure came closer and closer, and Larissa made out the person to be some kind of knight…? The knight came through the gates and walked up to Larissa. At a closer glance, the blonde principal realized that the tall knight was in fact a lady.
“Excuse me? Can I help you…?” Larissa asked.
The woman looked breathless and confused.
“Sorry to bother you, madam… but are you Lady Weems?” Brienne asked.
Larissa was taken aback slightly by the formal title. But she kept her cool demeanor.
“I am. And you are?”
“My name is Brienne of Tarth. I have traveled far to your land to request your aid.” The blonde knight explained.
Larissa looked at the woman puzzled.
“Oh…? And what for?” She asked.
“It seems I accidentally was portaled to your land, M’Lady, and I need assistance to get back. I was told by a fellow traveler that you and your school for magic would hold answers.” Brienne breathed out.
Larissa pursed her lips and nodded slowly.
“Why don’t you come in, Brienne…?” She offered, indicating with her hand to the school.
Brienne’s eyes lit up and she nodded.
“Yes M’Lady…!”
“Larissa will do just fine, Darling.” Larissa insisted, putting her hand up and shooing Briennes formal title aside.
Brienne blushed lightly and nodded. Larissa then led the other tall blonde up to the school, through the corridors, and into her office. Larissa shut the door behind her, and indicated for Brienne to take a seat.
Brienne then spent a better part of an hour explaining how she had somehow traveled through space and time. She had been pulled through a blueish-purple glowing portal, against her will, and turned up in Vermont. After Brienne had finally finished her tarry tale, she asked the begging question,
“So, Larissa… Will you help me return to Westeros?”
Larissa smiled and nodded.
“I cannot promise anything, but I will certainly try my hardest, Darling.” She breathed out.
Brienne’s eyes sparkled with gratitude and hope.
“Thank you M’l—Larissa. How can I ever repay you…??” The knight asked.
“It’s no trouble, Darling, really I insist.”
“No please, let me return the favor…” Brienne insisted.
Larissa signed and contemplated.
“Very well. Now that you mention it…” she breathed out, “I could use your protection…”
Brienne nodded immediately.
“I understand, and you shall have it, Larissa…!” She exclaimed.
This made Lariss smile. She appreciated that Brienne hadn’t pried into why she wanted protection. And she felt grateful at the woman’s eagerness to help.
And that was how Larissa and Brienne’s mutual beneficial relationship started. Brienne was quick to move into the castle, taking one of the available staff private quarters.
The relationship at the beginning was dry and base on pure mutual interest. Larissa did her daily duties to care for Nevermore, and on the side, she back researching possible solutions for Brienne’s return.
Brienne insisted that she help the tall, blonde principal with some of the school duties. Larissa at first wouldn’t hear of it, but then the school caretaker quit on her, and she was forced to face the idea of cleaning all of Nevermore on her own until she could hire a new caretaker. So Larissa let Brienne help her by keeping the grounds clean and tidy, especially the outside.
On the days where Larissa was really riddled with anxiety and panic, Brienne was more than happy to take up more responsibility. Larissa began to trust the woman as she proved herself to be quite capable.
And slowly, the relationship between Larissa and Brienne began to shift…
Brienne and Larissa got into the habit of spending their evenings together. They would sip wine and talk the night away. It got easier and easier as the time slipped by.
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“So you are a knight from where you are from?” Larissa asked the other woman, putting her feat up and relaxing in her chair after a long day.
“Mhmmm, yes Westeros…” Brienne sighed.
“That must be difficult…” Larissa sympathized.
“Dear God you have no idea…” Brienne chuckled, using humor to hide her pain and suffering.
“Tell me about it…? If you wish…” the blonde principal cooed softly.
Brienne eventually opened up to the struggle she faced as a female knight back home. She poured her heart out in vulnerability, talking about the pain and suffering she’d endured to get where she was today.
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In turn and when Larissa was ready, she began opening up about her death.
“What about you…? I imagine something must have happened…” Brienne prodded, trying not to be too pushy as she knew this was a touchy subject for the other woman.
“I…” Larissa stammered, pausing and taking a deep breath, “I died.”
Brienne had assumed something traumatic must have had happened to the blonde woman, as many nights, Brienne found herself rushing to Larissa’s quarters to comfort the woman from her night terrors and panic attacks.
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Soon, the two women began to develop a true bond. And now, Larissa dreaded the say when they figured out how to bring Brienne home. And Brienne dreaded the day Larissa wouldn’t want her around anymore, enough to figure it out.
On just another evening, the women were sitting in Larissa’s office. This evening, Brienne wasn’t drinking, she was too wound up.
“Everything alright, Darling…?” Larissa asked, taking a sip of her wine.
Brienne sighed.
It was bugging her. Her impending leave.
The summer was almost up, the school year would start again, and Larissa would have no time for her anymore…
“I… Simply wound too tight today it seems…” Brienne breathed out.
Larissa pursed her lips and nodded slowly.
“Anything in particular making you anxious…?” She asked.
Brienne bit her lip and looked away. Larissa sat up and placed a hand on Brienne’s thigh.
And Brienne gasped. Loud.
“Talk to me, love. Please…” Larissa pled.
Brienne gulped. Her heart began to race, and her cheeks went rosy red.
“I… don’t want to leave” she whispered in confession.
The knight looked down in sadness, not being able to meet the other woman’s gaze. She expected Larissa to condemn her or get angry.
But instead, Larissa’s one hand caresses Brienne’s thigh in calming circles, and her other hand came under to cup Brienne’s chin. Larissa moved the woman’s head to meet her gaze.
As Brienne met Larissa’s eyes, she saw sparkling orbs. They weren’t filled with anger, no… care…? understanding…? something else…??
Brienne’s breath was bated and shallow.
“Hey, it’s okay, Darling. Take a deep breath” Larissa breathed out in comfort.
And that Brienne did. She took several, before meeting Larissa’s gaze one more.
Now the blonde principal’s eye flickered away from Brienne’s gaze, down to the blue knights lips and back up. It was just for a fraction of a second, but it was clear.
“I… I don’t want you to leave either.” Larissa breathed out softly.
Their eyes were locked together, stuck in this trance, Larissa’s hands still on Brienne’s chin and thigh. Brienne bit her lip anxiously, her stomache having erupts with butterfly’s.
They were entranced by each other’s gaze, presence, being… Each blond wanted the other’s lips on their own. Now it was Brienne’s turn for her gaze to flicker down to the other woman’s lips.
Larissa took this as her cue to lean forward more, bringing the two impossibly close. Brienne instinctually leaned further forward, leaving mere centimeters in space between their lips. But it was Larissa who closed the gap, her soft, plump lips pressing into Brienne’s lips.
Brienne immediately let out a light gasp. At first Larissa thought that it wasn’t a good sign, until Brienne suddenly grasped Larissa’s upper body with both hands and tugged her closer and tight. Larissa let out a breathy groan, her lips not pressed and bruised against Brienne’s.
Larissa began exploring, letting her tongue run along the other’s lips. Brienne immediately hummed in delight, leading to the blonde principal to start nipping and putting more playfulness into the kiss.
The more hums and gasps and sighs Larissa pulled from the blonde’s lips, the more encouraged she felt to heat up the kiss, until the two of them finally had to pull away for oxygen after a solid couple of minutes of breathless kissing.
Brienne blushed and looked away, as Larissa met the her gaze.
“Was that alright…?” Larissa asked.
Brienne blushed even harder and bit her lip, nodding slowly. Her gaze returned to the other woman’s.
“Perfect” Brienne whispered.
Now it was Larissa’s turn to blush and look away. Before Larissa could look back at Brienne, the knight pressed her lips against the blonde principal’s.
The kiss reignited, this time more heated and just as passionate. It started to become sloppy, tongues intertwining and breath mingling. Moans and groans escaping both women’s mouths.
Larissa’s hand on the other woman’s right began to push up on her thigh, riding Brienne’s night gown further and further up. Her other hand found purchase behind Brienne’s neck.
Brienne’s hands then sprung for Larissa’s hips, pulling the woman practically in her lap. Larissa groaned and bucked her hips into the knights lap. Brienne’s eyes threatened to roll back.
“M-more more more…” Brienne chanted in a whimpering plea.
Larissa couldn’t deny the beautiful knight. She slid down off of the couch, and she guided Brienne to lay back on the couch. Brienne’s panting was erotic and loud, spurring Larissa on even more.
Kneeling in between Brienne’s legs and at the edge of the couch, Larissa looked up at the desperate woman.
It only now struck each woman what they were about to do.
But the exchanged glances solidified the fact that neither of them would regret it, and that they both wanted it just as bad as the other.
“Spread your legs for me, Darling…” Larissa breathed out in her sultry tone.
God Brienne felt sparks and waves of pleasure from this woman’s voice alone… She’d never felt this good before.
Brienne laid back all the way on the couch and immediately spread her legs for the blonde principal. Larissa sat herself right in front of Brienne’s core, rolling up her night gown and staring at the knights gleaming sex.
“W-what…?” Brienne stuttered, already starting to bliss out and confused as to why Larissa was merely staring.
“So pretty…” Larissa breathed out, entranced by Brienne and her dripping cunt.
Before Brienne could respond, Larissa had dove into her pussy. She wasted no time in slurping away at Brienne’s juices. Brienne’s hand jolted to Larissa’s hair, tightly grabbing her head by her pinned locks and shoving her further into her own cunt in desperation. Her other hand flew to the couch, scrunching the material in a tight fist.
“Ah ah AhhhHhH Larissa—” Brienne moaned out, her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut.
Larissa licked through the woman’s folds, sucked and tapped her clit, bit and nipped at her inner thighs. All of this only made Brienne closer and louder. Her hold on Larissa’s hair tightened impossibly tight.
“Ah AhHhhHhhHh—!!!” Brienne cried out, her back arching and her hips jerking towards Larissa.
And when Larissa’s fingers began to circle Brienne’s entrance, and then actually entered the woman… Brienne lost it.
“God Lariss—AHHH…!!” Brienne screamed, “Faster FASTER—!!!” She begged.
The woman tore both her hands up towards her head. Larissa watched Brienne mesmerized the entire time. She added another finger and fucked her faster, fastening her lips to the woman clit. With a couple harsh sucks, Brienne snapped.
Brienne shed jolted back as she screamed through her orgasm. Her back arched even further, her body pulsed. She saw stars and her walls clenched hard around Larissa’s fingers.
“AH AH AH ahhh AhhhHhHH—!!” Brienne moaned and cried out.
Larissa watched jaw dropped as she fingered the woman through her orgasm.
She’d never seen anything so beautiful…
Once her cunt had stopped pulsating and clenching, Larissa slowly removed her digits. She just looked up at Brienne speechless.
Eventually, Brienne lowered her hands to reveal her hard blush.
“S-sorry… mm was too loud…” Brienne murmured.
Larissa shook her head with an open mouth. She promptly shut her mouth upon realizing how long she’d kept it open.
“No no, I… Was…. Was I that good..??” She breathlessly reassured her.
Brienne blushed furiously.
“I… I’d never… never you know…” Brienne whispered.
Larissa’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped again.
“Oh Lord, I didn’t even ask. I am so sorry, Darling—” the blonde principal began rambling.
But she was cut off by Brienne lunging forward, taking Larissa face in her hands, and smashing her lips against hers. She pulled away after a moment, and the other woman had her answer.
Brienne was beaming and Larissa couldn’t help the little smirk on her face.
“Perhaps a bath…” Larissa suggested softly.
“Don’t you…?” Brienne asked, concerned that Larissa hadn’t been helped.
But Larissa shook her head.
“Later. You need to be taken care of first, Darling.” She insisted.
Brienne blushed furiously yet again, before happily being led by Larissa to her private bathroom to take a bath together.
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soo0mi · 10 months
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🫂 。゚⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — a ni ki smau!ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 m. list !
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— ni ki x reader !!
:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?
“ i guess i'll lend you my couch for the night. ” ☆
pairing // non - idol ! ni ki x non - idol ! reader
— i mostly used @ sullendin on ig for yn !!
warnings ? swearing, kys jokes, playful bullying, nothing much atm !!
genre ++ mutual pinning | love epiphany | strangers to friends to lovers | laughs at everything x enjoys making them laugh | sarcastic x sarcastic | crack | fluff !!
status : ongoing !
taglist : open !
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profiles :: hoe life or no life || enhypen
01. microwaved strawberries…?📝
02. mission ‘find his socials’ is a go !!
03. munch munch munncchh?? {pt1}
-> 03. munch munch munncchh?? {pt2}
04. a pretty stranger .. 📝
05. the feminine urge to frustrate a man
06. neymar jr #10 📝
07. goodnight lover ( loser ** )
08. not cheating on u yet
09. playing dumb ? 📝
10. drunk confessions 📝
11. nishimura dumbass riki📝
12. nishimura tloml riki ^///^
13. swimming beauty 📝
14. beating the bitch boy allegations
15.
adventures of ynki ‹𝟹 — YBAHIMH xtras !!
ni ki against the world ;c
drama queen ni_ki …
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fairyluvsite · 1 year
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Case 143
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PAIRING(S) | Sunshine Jungwon X grumpy female reader
GENRE(S) | smau, fluff, crack, strangers to friends to lovers, angst, high school au
WARNING(S) | profanity, my humour is kind broken, your mom jokes, bully, mc kinda friendless, mc is pessimistic about everything, kinda hates the world. she also very mean to jungwon and everyone else except her brother, jungwon doesn’t take what she say to heart, simp jungwon ignore timestamps!
SYNOPSIS: You always had a bad reputation, being the younger sibling of the troublemaker of school. People thought you were just the same as them, after a couple days of trying to convince other ways. You give up and just live up to what people expect from you.
Jungwon was the only one who didn’t believe you weren’t as bad as people say. Decided to become your friend or even more whether you wanted or not. He knew what he wanted, and at the moment he wanted to be part of your life Suddenly Yang Jungwon was everywhere in your life.
STATUS | ongoing
TAGLIST | comments to be at/ or send ask
Schedule | Every Sunday
writing chapters 🖋️
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Profiles
01. hate club 💔
02. Area 53 🛸
03: 39 clues
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CHAPTERS
001: ‘I hate it here!’
002: ‘ Riki or Riki ?’
003: ‘I have a stalker’ 🖋️
004: ‘I think his name is jungkook’
005: ‘Make new friends’
006: ‘You won’t believe me’ 🖊️
007: ‘Code red, guys.’
008: ‘I hacked her!’
009: ‘She smiled for one second’ 🖊️
0010: ‘Riki vs Jungwon’
0011: ‘And we are back at square one’
0012: ‘Friends? Friends 😞🥲’
0013: ‘So you’re Y/n, right?!’ 🖊️
0014: ‘K san vs Jungwon’
0015: ‘She hates me again’
0016: ‘Stalker won back?’
0017: ‘My baby’
0018: ‘Jealous wonie’
0019: ‘Please talk to me’
0020: ‘Holding hands, in secret’ 🖊️
0021: ‘Summer Dance’
0022: 'He has girlfriend!'
0023: ‘Riki not so happy’
0024: ‘Give me my ten bucks.’
0025: ‘She calls me wonie too’
0026: ‘K san meets jungwon, again.’
0027: 'Mom can you pick me up I'm scared'
0028: 'Date night!'
0029: 'Ask her!'
0030: 'Need some help.'
0031: 'Open the door.'
0032: 'Ask her you coward!'
0033: 'Summer Dance night.'
0034: 'A good night kiss.'
0035: 'Dance with me, please'
unreleased chapters names could change
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Loving You Is Red - A Jeon Jungkook Fic
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Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook's name was unheard on the Formula 1 paddock till he got a chance to drive a Mercedes car as a reserve driver. His 2020 starts looking brighter as he signs with Ferrari and meets you, his team mates little sister. So many cliched tropes, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, dating brother's best friend, and most importantly Jeon Jungkook looks smoking hot in a Ferrari! Genre: Fluff, angst, slice of life and humor Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, I've been busy with university stuff. This took a lot of time and energy, so I hope you enjoy reading this. If you do please leave me a like or comment, please don't be a ghost reader! Word Count: 28k+ (I reccomend reading on a desktop if possible!) Warnings: Sexual themes, drinking, and just a whole lot of fluff.
Link to my masterlist if you want to check out my other stuff : here
AO3 link incase you prefer that: here
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Race 16 Singapore Grand Prix 2019
Race weekend is always exciting, especially when it is a night race. The city felt alive as the crowd buzzed around, ready for the race to start. Walking beside your father, you stop periodically as he stops and talks to a million people through the paddock.
The Ferrari garage is buzzing with tension as your father goes up and pulls your brother in a tight hug, “Lets win, just like last year!” your father is gleaming with pride thinking of your brother’s glorious win in Singapore last night.
“How did the doctors go?” Philip asks as you kiss his cheek, after a shattered ankle, back injury and multiple head injuries a year ago, doctor visits have been regular for you.
“There’s progress, I might go back on ice again” you reassure him and he gives you a big, pleased smile. Phillip soon gets back in the car as everyone gets ready to race, he looks at home in the car.
“The two-time world championship winner Phillip Lee is starting at pole position followed by the other ferrari and mercedes” the commentator's voice booms in your headphones as you look at the cars line up.
“It’s an important race for ferrari to maximise points. The mercedes team feels weak today as their lead driver has to sit out of the races due to sickness. The replacement is mercedes reserve driver Jeon Jungkook, starting at P10” the camera pans to a new face for you, you’ve heard Jungkook’s name a few times, after he almost won the Formula 2 championship last year. 
Jungkook feels like he’s given a unique and once in a lifetime opportunity when he was asked to fill in for Hamilton. His dreams of driving for a formula 1 team have felt impossible as he was still out of a contract mid-way through the season, this race is his opportunity to show how deserving he is of a seat.
You can feel your heart beat loudly as the countdown starts and within a blink of an eye the cars are zooming through. You’ve seen a million races by now, but each gives you the same adrenaline rush, you wonder how great it’s for the drivers.
Usually, the race would be focused on Hamilton and Phillip fighting to be the lead, but tonight the mid field seems to be more intriguing. “Oh, he’s fast, so fast” your father says as you watch the 14 number car zoom through the midfield. “What is my current position?” Jungkook asks as he starts lap number 30. “P 5, that was the fastest lap of the race. Keep out on turn 6, there might be some debris” his engineer says and Jungkook can feel a migraine coming, but he pushes through.
The crowd is visibly in awe as Jungkook zooms through the other mercedes car, just behind the two ferraris. “Jungkook, 2 seconds behind you and he’s catching up fast, mode push” the engineer tells Chuck, the other ferrari driver as he groans. The two of them go tire to tire for two turns until Jungkook finally takes over and you aren’t proud but you’re cheering against your brother right now. “Fantastic overtake Jeon, let’s push and try our best” Jungkook engineer says and Jungkook asks, “Who’s ahead of me?” “Phillip, five seconds ahead, the focus is to keep dodging Chuck” “Copy”
Everyone’s literally holding their breath as the race enters the last five laps. Jungkook has been struggling to keep off Chuck but it’s the final two laps when Jungkook goes from fast to, extraordinarily fast.
“Fuck!” your father and multiple engineers in the ferrari garage groan as Jungkook successfully manages to overtake Phillip. “Today’s race is going to be one we’re going to remember for the rest of our lives. Currently the driver from South Korea who started at P 10 has managed to end up at P 1, his skills have surprised everyone as he continues to dodge the two-time world champion Phillip” the commentator says and Jungkook enters the final lap of the race. There is a moment at turn 7 when Phillip almost overtakes him, but Jungkook keeps his position.
“This has been one of the most impressive things I’ve seen in the last twenty years of F1 history. A twenty-year-old rookie driver is finishing in the pole position in his first ever formula one race” the commentator says and your father groans as Jungkook crosses the chequered flag.
“Holy shit, HOLY SHIT, FUCk” Jungkook’s voice is barely audible over the radio as the crowd cheers for him and he sobs behind his helmet. “Right ahead park at the P 1 slot Jeon, this has been a life changing race mate!” Jungkook’s engineer sounds elated as the mercedes Jungkook is driving comes to a halt.
You watch through the tv as Jungkook barely gets out the car, the world watches as he sobs, placing his head by a tire, his body feels drained yet he feels like he’s at the top of the world. 
Phillip isn’t in the best of the moods as they arrive for the press interviews post the celebrations. But he still turns to Jungkook to congratulate him on the win as they sit down for press interviews.
“So Jungkook, the smile doesn’t seem to be disappearing off your face any time soon. How does it feel to finish at a pole position in a race you ended up in because of Hamilton being sick?” an interviewer asks enthusiastically and Jungkook adjusts his cap before answering.
“It feels surreal, like I’m going to wake up any moment and realise all this was a very vivid dream. I knew when I got a call this Thursday that this was going to be a once in a lifetime opportunity for me and I just wanted to make the most of it” Jungkook is visibly happy as he talks.
“You’re still looking for a seat for 2020 season, offers must be lining up after tonight” another interviewer directs a question towards Jungkook and he takes a deep breath before answering, “I’m cautiously optimistic about my chances of driving next season. Being that it’s mid-season and a lot of teams and locked up their line up for the next year, let’s see what happens”
“Question for Phillip, how do you feel about the 2020 season with a high possibility of Jeon joining a team and racing you next year” and interviewer asks and Phillip chuckles before answering, “Excited honestly, today was one of the most tough race for me of the season and Jeon pushed me to my absolute limit and competent competition like him is what brings out the best in me as a driver”
Jungkook finally catches a breath as he sits down for dinner with his parents and manager. “So, we have an offer from McLaren, they want you to get the feel and spend time at their garage at the next race” His manager says as he barely chews the rice. “McLaren have a good car, top of mid field” his father comments and he nods in agreement. “Who else hasn’t locked up their line up for next year?” Jungkook asks with a mouthful of food. “Aston Martin, McLaren, Alfa Tauri and Ferrari” Jungkook gasps when he hears the last name, not expecting to be on this list. “Chuck might be moving to Alfa Tauri, he’s still in the middle of negotiations but ferrari is a little out of reach to be honest” Jungkook nods when he hears that, historically ferrari is not a team that bets on young drivers. Jungkook doesn’t fall asleep that night, afraid this dream might end.
Race 17 Japanese Grand Prix 2019
Jungkook was all excited to spend the weekend with McLaren’s team, but fate must be really working for him because he was informed late Thursday that he’ll be driving for mercedes again. Hamilton is in better condition but still not in a place to drive
“Tonight's race will tell us if Jeon’s podium finish last week was a stroke of luck or a show of his phenomenal skills. He qualified at P4 so let's see where he is at the end of the race” a news host talks to the camera as Jungkook arrives at the paddock. The second he steps out his car, he’s swarmed with fans and media, he’s still not used to the attention but he smiles and takes a million pictures with fans anyway.
“You must be on the top of the world?” Pierre Gasly asks Jungkook as the walk beside each other, Pierre is a driver for Alpha Tauri, he might be his teammate next year. The two of them go back to carting days, and have known each other for years.
“I’m trying not to let it get to my head, just not think about how much of my career is riding on this” Jungkook answers candidly as they reach the mercedes garage. They talk some more for a few minutes till Pierre’s girlfriend comes and interrupts them.
“Congrats on last week Jeon, I texted you but you never replied” Francisca complains as the two of them hug.
“My phone’s been blowing up, I might have missed it” Jungkook says with a big smile, he can see someone walk up to them.
“Fran come on we gotta get to our seats- oh” you look up from your phone to realise that it’s not just Pierre and Fran, it’s also last race’s winner Jeon Jungkook who gives you a very polite smile. “Hi” you say awkwardly waving a hand at him, he giggles as he waves a hand back. “You guys are watching from the grandstand?” Pierre asks and you nod showing him the tickets. “I have a friend watching too, come on they’re waiting” you say and Fran, she grumbles and reaches over to plaster a big kiss on Pierre’s lips. 
“Jesus fuck is he hot” Lily exclaims as Jungkook appears on the big screen, the camera follows as he puts on his balaclava and gets in the car. “Is he dating someone?” she asks Fran and she nods no, “He had a pretty serious girlfriend but they broke up some time this year” Fran has the inside scoop on anything and everything.
There is this silence as the cars line up to start the race, Jungkook’s mind goes absolutely blank as the lights go off and he’s cruising. The first turn results in a big crash between Chuck and the other mercedes car.
“The safety car has been deployed, and both ferrari and mercedes have only one car in the race now” the commentator announces and you watch as Jungkook drives behind your brother once again. Jungkook takes a pit stop in lap number 40, pushing him from P2 to P7, “You have Sainz in front of you, three seconds away” “Copy” Jungkook answers overtaking and reaching P6. It takes him around five more laps to get back to P2.
“Jungkook is tire to tire with Phillip but the ferrari driver is riding on older tires, Jungkook tries to overtake again, and OH Jeon manages to push Phillip off the track a little and takes the pole position” the commentator is basically shouting at this point.
“He was in my way, and hit me” Phillip complains on the radio and his engineer sighs waiting for a word from the stewardess. The accident is shown on the big screen again and the ferrari fans sigh with defeat.
“Phillip is given a five second penalty, maximise distance while he boxes” “Copy” Jungkook’s car zooms by where you’re sitting and it’s hard not to be awed by him.  
Phillip is pissed as he walks by Jungkook to talk to a reporter, if he could he’d be back at his hotel room but he has to talk to people. “What a gripping race, you and Jeon were wheel by wheel so many times but he came on top at the end” the interview says and Phillip passes him a tight smile.
“He’s a tough competition but I’m hoping to make up the lost points in the coming weeks” Phillip is very media trained, no matter how pissed he is right now, he is going to try and stay level headed.
“What does it feel like right now? Two consecutive pole positions far from what mercedes must have expected of you two weeks ago” the interviewer asks and Jungkook grins widely as you watch him get interviewed from a distance.
“I’m excited to have my own episode in the next season of drive to survive, thank you Netflix in advance” Jungkook says with a cheeky smirk making everyone around him laugh out loud.
“So, this has to stay between us right now but McLaren made a counter offer” Namjoon, Jungkook’s manager whispers to him and his eyes go wide.
“How much?” Jungkook asks and Namjoon shows him by pulling four fingers up.
“There’s something else too, ferrari’s team principal has requested a meeting later today” this makes Jungkook gasp out very loudly, garnering attention from a few people around them.
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Race 18 Mexican Grand Prix 2019
Midway through this year, your schedule has been emptier than expected. Right now, you were supposed to be at the Olympic camp as a part of the figure skating team, instead you were sunbathing in Mexico. Putting on your cover up, you are heading back to your hotel room when you run into someone very unexpected in the elevator.
“Hello” Jungkook is standing against the wall with his manager on the other side. You mumble a meek hello as you stand in front of them. The two of them are talking about last week's race till the elevator reaches a stop and his manager steps out.
“I have some stuff to work out with the lawyers but I’ll come and get you for the signing” the manager says and Jungkook nods. There’s silence as the two of you walk back to your rooms, awkwardly in the same direction.
“So, you are a figure skater?” Jungkook finally breaks the silence and you nod, looking at him a little surprised.
“How’d you know?” “I looked you up on Instagram” he answers with a teasing tone, like, duh he looked you up on Instagram.
“How are your injuries?” he asks, surprising you again. Sure, you make a long post to announce your injuries, but you didn’t expect him to bring it up.
“They’re there” you answer and he gives you a sympathetic smile as he opens the door to his room.
“Congratulations on signing with ferrari” you shout as you walk away from him, he turns around, his big bambi eyes looking around with terror.
“Shhhh!!!! how’d you know?” he says very seriously only, making you giggle as you open your room diagonal to him. “I have my ways” you say with a small smile and he looks away shyly. 
The paddock is absolutely buzzing as people continue coming up to Jungkook to congratulate him. His seat on Ferrari was announced last night, and it still does not feel real to him. He makes his way to the ferrari garage as everyone gets ready for qualification.
Photographers take a million pictures as he goes up and greets Phillip, “Welcome to ferrari” Phillip says with actual excitement. “Thank you! It still doesn’t feel read” Jungkook says and Phillip laughs and remembers this feeling. “It won’t till you’re actually in the car” Phillip says and Jungkook chuckles nervously. Jungkook goes around, greeting everyone and all the team members seem to be fascinated with him. By the time the cars go out, you arrive at the garage.
“Good afternoon” he greets you with a cheesing smile that comes up to his eyes. “Afternoon” you mumble looking at the screens as Phillip drives quickly. “So, how are you planning to celebrate Jeon?” your father asks from the other side. “Training and lots of it, I’m also starting Italian lessons” he says and your father chuckles loudly. “buona fortuna!” (good luck!) you say giving Jungkook a thumbs up. “Grazie” Jungkook says with a twinkling smile. 
Jungkook is taking diligent notes through the race, you don’t understand half of it between the scribbling and bad handwriting, but he seems focused.
“You’re going to need a red diary now” you tell him and Phillip enters the last few laps of the race, tonight’s race wasn’t as exciting as the last two ones.
“They delivered all this ferrari merch, there has to be diary in it too” Jungkook says shutting his diary.
“What are your plans over the winter break?” you ask him removing the headphones, his have been off the whole time.
“Moving to Monaco, skiing with a few friends and training” Jungkook was dreading the winter break, all he wanted to do was be back in the car.
“What are you doing?” he asks and you sigh having no actual idea. “Doctors appointments, decide if I want to absolutely give up on my dream of figure skating, stay at home and rest because my doctors going to be asking me to do that” you answer absolutely dreading the lonely winters. Jungkook doesn’t know how to reply to that, you might have laid way too heavy stuff on him.
“It’s not all that bad, I’m going to be drinking lots of wine and reading twenty books” you say bringing up the kindle in your hands, you always carry it around with you.
“Reading just requires too much concentration for me” Jungkook answers completely given up on watching the race at this point, he can always rewatch it.
“Yet you drive a formula 1 car with precision” you say with a taunting tone, earning a big laugh from him.
Race 19 United States Grand Prix 2019
You aren’t attending the race this week, instead you decided to fly back home for a doctors appointment. “There’s very slow progress, how does this feel” the doctor asks slightly turning your foot and you grumble with pain.
“The fractures and injuries are healed but there’s some swelling, have you talked to your coach?” the doctor asks as you sit up, you had and he wasn’t happy.
“What are my chances?” you ask the doctor and he sighs, you know you aren’t going to like the answer.
“Your foot injury is healing slow, but your back injury is what alarms me, even with the physiotherapy I’m worried you’re going to have a flare up if you go back on ice” the doctors words are ringing in your ears. You knew this was coming, but it was going to take you some time to accept it.
You’re waiting for your food to be delivered as you get a notification, Unknown Number: *video* You play the video immediately and realise it’s a video of your brother driving out the garage, the camera turns to reveal Jungkook cheering on with your father. Unknown Number: Where are you? You: How’d you get my number? Jungkook: to quote you, “I have my ways” You: You got it from Pierre Jungkook: I have my ways… Jungkook: Where are you? You: I had to see my doctor, I’ll be back for the next race Jungkook: How’d it go? You: I’m drafting my retirement press release soon so not well Jungkook: I don’t know any appropriate response to that, it must be heart breaking You: Just tell me it’s going to be fine Jungkook: ___, I’m sure that it’s going to be fine
Race 20 Brazilian Grand Prix 2019
This is your first time in Brazil, and to put it simply, the food is delicious and for once in your life you aren’t overthinking after eating. You were walking around with Phillip and it’s hard not to be stopped every five seconds but he had to get some shopping done before his trip.
“Why are you being so anxious about perfume, it’s just perfume” you groan as Philip smells the nth perfume of the day.
“Because it’s my first getaway with Maya and I want to smell amazing, it’s very important” he says and the sales person chuckles.
“What are you dinner plans?” you as Phillip as he opens his ferrari, he only drivers a ferrari, on and off track.
“I’m having dinner with Jeon” he mentions nonchalantly and you give him a surprised look.
“I thought you didn’t like him” “I didn’t on track when he beat me, but he’s on my team now, I’d rather him be on my team” he explains driving through the packed city.
“Plus, we’re going to be spending a lot, LOT of time together, I want to get along with him” Phillip has a very close relationship with Chuck too, no matter how much they fight on track.
“So, what are you guys doing for your date?” you say with a teasing tone and Phillip laughs sarcastically.
“I suggested golf but he doesn’t know how to golf so we’re doing a very boring dinner and drinks” Phillip says stopping on a red light.
“Have fun on your date, too bad you won’t get some” this earns another sarcastic chuckle from Phillip. “Jeon’s too pretty for me anyway”
Jungkook’s massaging his head as he walks to the mercedes garage to watch the qualifying. Last night, he drank for himself and Phillip and it resulted in a bad headache and an even worse hangover.
His PR manager comes and finds him for an interview and he groans, reading the agenda. “It’s a simple fluff piece, they’d want to talk more about your interests and hobbies, what you are like as a person and not the f1 stuff” the PR manager says and he nods putting on his sunglasses, the sun might feel a little too bright today.
“I pick up a ton of hobbies, photography, video games, bowling, I’m very good at bowling.” Jungkook feels a little carefree during this interview, no hard-hitting questions.
“No golfing?” “I tell people that I don’t know how to golf when the truth is that I’m bad at golf” he answers, earning a hearty laugh from the interviewer.
“Last night, Phillip posted pictures with you, are you getting along with your future teammate” “Absolutely, I am still a little starstruck around him and I’m glad that I get to work along with him-" Jungkook loses his train of thought when he watches you walk into the paddock. “I, um, so so lucky to be driving for ferrari and learn from a two-time world champion” he finishes the thought massaging his head.
“This is the question I’m curious about the most, do you have a girlfriend?” “I don’t, right now the focus is training for the coming season”
Jungkook: why were you limping? You: When did you see me limping? Jungkook: Arriving at the paddock, what happened? You: Just a flare up, obsessed much Jeon ;) Jungkook: the words you’re looking for is worried, caring, thoughtful, etc. You: Close the thesaurus Jungkook, I’m fine Jungkook: you should ice it, do you have an ice pack? You: yeah I stole one from Phillip You: How’d the interview go with the pretty lady? Jungkook: Obsessed much ___ ;) You: The word you’re looking for is observant, attentive, aware, etc. Jungkook: Focus on icing your foot and close the thesaurus You: Fuck off Jungkook: Gladly :)
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Race 21 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix 2019
“Final race of the season and after last week’s competitive race, Hamilton ended up at P1, making your final score close to equal. So much pressure on this race, how are you feeling?” the interviewer asks pushing a mic in Phillip’s face.
“It’s been a tough season, I’m just happy it’s ending” Phillip says before walking away.
You’re in the hospitality area of ferrari, waiting for your father to be done talking to someone, again. Jungkook walks in, flashes you a smile before he goes and talks to someone.
Today you aren’t watching from the garage, the first time Phillip won the world championship, you were late and in the hospitality area, and given how superstitious Phillip is, you’re stuck in the hospitality area.
You: where are you watching the race from? Jungkook: I have a few friends waiting in the grand stand, so from there Jungkook texts you back quickly, looking up and quirking an eyebrow towards you. You: Lucky… I am going to be stuck here Jungkook: Come with me, I got an extra ticket You: Can’t
Before he can ask another question, Phillip walks in the room, and takes a seat beside you. “How you feeling?” you ask him and he sighs leaning back in the sofa.
“I feel like I’m going to throw up” Phillip has a lot riding on today’s race, he can’t lose.
“Want some water?” you offer him a bottle and look up to find Jungkook sitting opposite Phillip.
“Let’s all get drunk after you win, and not just me drinking this time” Jungkook can sense how tense Phillip is, this makes Phillip chuckle a little.
“I’m going to be drinking none the less,” Phillip says and Jungkook chuckles standing up.
“Good luck for the race! I’ll get going my friends are lost” Jungkook says making eye contact with you for just a second.
“Thanks” Phillip stands up, mumbling something about seeing an engineer, you look up at Jungkook, and he taps on your phone, like he’s signalling for you to check it. Jungkook: Text me if you get bored
You’re holding a throw pillow pretty tightly as you watch Phillip enter the last lap of the race. “Hamilton is 2 seconds behind, mode push, mode push” “Stop talking on the radio, I’m trying to win” Philip yells on the radio as the two of them almost touch at a corner but Phillip comes ahead and the crowd goes wild as he zooms past the cheeked flag.
“So sorry for yelling” Phillip apologizes and you wipe a tear, “Don’t worry mate, if you’re winning the world championship for the third time, you can yell all you want” his engineer says and Phillip chuckles.
Phillip doesn’t seem as excited as he walks up to the podium, he seems relieved. Phillip looks around for you in the crowd, but you’re missing.
You know you should be happy for your brother right now, but all his victory does is make you feel miserable about your lost career. Your family doesn’t know about the tough conversation you had with your coach last week, they don’t know about the press release that’s going to be released some time next week.
You notice people coming back to the lounge so you leave, not wanting to answer any question. “___?” you hear a familiar voice as you bump into someone on your way out, looking up you realise that it’s Jungkook. Sniffing your nose, you walk away like nothing happened but Jungkook follows, the image of your running mascara worries him.
“___ what’s wrong?” he stops you, holding you back with your wrist, the question only makes you sob harder. Quietly, he pulls you into a dark corner, not wanting anyone to see this.
“I am the worst sister ever, thinking about myself when my brother achieved something great” you cry out, leaning your head against his chest. Jungkook knows his words can’t console you right now, so he just hugs you tightly till you stop crying.
January 2020
“So, three-minute-long hug and you haven’t talked to him since?” Lily asks and you nod sitting up on the counter. The two of you are hiding in the kitchen during your brother’s birthday party, it’s just too important to gossip about boys.
“He replied to my stories a few times but we haven’t really talked, and I know he’s training and busy and I’m far from his mind but it’s still driving me insane” you grumble eating the cake you stole on your way in.
“It’s his first formula one season, of course he doesn’t have the time for a gir- Jungkook!” you squeal his name as he walks into the kitchen and Lily turns around with a big smile.
“Hey” he says waving his hand as he walks towards you. “Hi” your voice comes out very high pitched, this makes Lily giggly. “Phillip told me you were hiding in the kitchen” Jungkook says running a hand through his hair, his eyes are fixed on you, he hasn’t even noticed the woman standing beside you completely.
“Not hiding, eating cake and-“ “Okay so you two clearly don’t see me” Lily complains, flustering the two of you. “Jungkook, this is Lily, my friend-“ “Her best friend and I’m going to leave, nice meeting you Jungkook” Lily leaves you with a teasing smile and you look at her like an helpless puppy. “Hi” you say again, your face flush with embarrassment, Jungkook has a million things to ask you, a million more to tell you, but he feels tongue tied right now.
“Your parents moved to Germany when you were six months old?” you ask with amusement and Jungkook nods taking the pint of ice cream from your hands. As the party escalated to a club, the two of you disappeared in the crowd, staying back at your brother’s apartment.
“My father got a big mechanical engineering job so we moved from Seoul, they’ve been living in Frankfurt” he says looking at the ocean as he takes a big bite of the chocolate ice cream.
“There’s so much I don’t know about you” you whisper snugging even more into the blanket, it's was pretty windy out here on the balcony.
“I could say the same” he whispers laying his head back on the sofa, it’s hard not to stare in his eyes but you snap yourself out of it.
“How about we each ask a question and both of us answer it” you suggest and he nods immediately. “Comfort food?” you ask turning to face him, he ponders for a second but lights up as he answers, “Any soup my mom makes” “Mine would be a good, juicy, greasy burger” “Favourite movie?” he asks and you answer immediately, “Pride and Prejudice” “Iron Man 2” his answer makes you scoff, so on character for Jungkook. “I’ve never seen a marvel movie to completion” this earns a big old gasp from Jungkook, he sits up straight to look at you with shock.
“Sci-fi and the superhero trop is boring to me” “Don’t you dare sully the good Iron Man’s name” Jungkook says very seriously and you giggle, moving a little closer to him. “I’ve never seen any harry porter movies too” you confess and he laughs sarcastically.
February 2020 You: How’s testing going? Jungkook: I wasn’t able to sleep because of how excited I was to drive the car, and it went not as well as I expected You: What happened? Jungkook: Some engine problems but I’ll be fine Jungkook: What are you up to? You: I am studying to finish the last year of school, and I forgot how bad studying was Jungkook: Sucks to be you, I am out celebrating Jungkook: Why are you awake right now? It’s past midnight in Monaco You: Isn’t it even more past might in Bahrain? Jungkook: Yes, answer me first You: I had coffee late in the evening and now I’m all jittery and anxious You: Now, answer me second :) Jungkook: I had a photoshoot and event later, and another after party and now I’m drunk in bed
Without thinking too much, you press the video call button and he picks up immediately. His flushed face is very close to the camera. “Heyyyyy” Jungkook says dragging the y, knowing it’s going to make you laugh.
“You’re still in a suit, you’re going to wrinkle your suit” you say turning around in bed too.
“I don’t have to wear this again, at least for a while I think” Jungkook wonders out loud getting up from the bed, no matter how tired he is, sleeping in a suit is uncomfortable. He walks up to the massive washroom and places his phone by the sink.
“I’m going to back to the room and change, no peeking” Jungkook says very seriously earning another round of giggles from you.
“I said no peeking ___” Jungkook shouts from the living room, this definitely shows just how drunk he is. “I physically can’t Jungkook” you yell and he is very quiet until there’s a loud groan.
“What happened?” you yell, a little too entertained by drunk Jungkook. “I forgot how to open pants” “I don’t think you open pants, you unbutton them” you correct him, earning another groan from him.
“You know, you can be a huge know it all” he says as he walks back in the washroom with just a towel, hanging very low on his hip. He might be drunk, but he notices the instance change in your demeanour.
“Like what you see ___?” Jungkook says resting his hands against the sink, it takes a full minute to process what he just asked.
“Cockiness is not very attractive Jungkook” you challenge him and he hums splashing some water on his face.
“From my experience, it is” he says and you bite your lip, refusing to show just how much he can affect you. The two of you are playing a dangerous game, but refuse to give up.
“Make sure to drink some water, you can’t afford being hungover” you say looking away from the screen, needed a break from his piercing eyes.
“Worried about me ___?” he asks trying to rile you up again, but your response absolutely softens his heart. “Yes, very much so”
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Race 1 Bahrain Grand Prix 2020
“Hey?” Jungkook picks up your call as he catches an elevator up to his room.
“Are you back to the hotel?” “Yeah, I’m on my way to my room” Jungkook says pressing his floor number.
“Can you stop by my room, it’s 504” Jungkook hums a reply, not knowing what to expect.
You’re in the middle of attempting to tidy your room when you hear loud knocks, way earlier than anticipated. Swinging the door open, Jungkook smiles widely, not having seen you in almost two months.
“Cute pj’s” he comments as you let him in, they are in fact not cute pj’s. What you sleep in is a very old, oversize t shirt and gym shorts.
“Sit” you order and he complies immediately, taking a seat on the bed beside you. Wordlessly, you pass him a pale paper bag, there’s some paper rustling till he reaches the gift.
“oh, wow this is embossed” Jungkook says feeling the soft leather of the diary. He’s about to open it when you not so gently swat his hands, “Do that when I’m not there” you whisper and he chuckles, seeing just how embarrassed you are about this.
“I can’t use this, it’s too precious a gift” Jungkook can’t help but keep fiddling with the diary.
“I bought it for you to fill it with diligent notes,” you say, turning to face him.
“Thank you ___” Jungkook’s the one feeling shy right now, more accurately vulnerable. Tomorrow is the first race of his first season, there’s so much pressure and he feels like you can sense just how heavy his shoulders feel.
“Don’t tell Phillip, but I kinda want you to win tomorrow” you say, reaching for his pinkie finger with yours, Jungkook immediately takes charge, intertwining them.
“But whatever happens, it’s going to be alright” you reassure him as he holds your finger very tightly.
“How can you be sure?” he asks, finally looking you in the eyes, his eyes give away his fears and tension immediately.
“Because when I was going through something tough, you told me it was going to be alright and it’s starting to feel alright”
Race 2 Australian Grand Prix 2020
Jungkook finished fourth in last week's race, in an ideal world he’d want to be first but it wasn’t bad either. Jungkook was more excited about his sister and niece joining him for the week in Australia.
“What are you guys up to tonight?” Jungkook asks Phillip to get to the paddock for a test.
“Nothing much, might go to a steakhouse. Why?” “I’ve rented a yacht for the evening, some family is in town, you guys want to join?” was this a ploy to spend more time with you, yes.
“Sounds fun, maybe together we can convince ___ to jump in the ocean” Phillip says with a playful grin on his face.
“Um, excuse me, my fear of the ocean is very rational. I am not a fish, I can’t breathe in water” Phillip and you are arguing about this for the nth time as you walk up the dock.
“How can you two have the same argument with the same statements every time” Maya, Phillip’s girlfriend groans giving the two of you annoyed looks.
Jungkook’s laughter is the first thing you hear as you step onto the yacht, as you walk further up the deck you spot an adorable face that’s been mentioned to you several times.
“Oh, Hi guys!” Jungkook hollers waving his hands as Harper wiggles in his arms. Harper is Jungkook’s two-year-old niece, and seeing Jungkook with kids is not helping you with your “weird” feelings about Jungkook.
“Fish!!!” Harper yells from beside Jungkook and he returns her excitement with actual seriousness. The funniest part of their dynamic is Jungkook talking to her like an adult.
“Nemo” “No that’s not nemo, something else but definitely not nemo” Jungkook corrects Harper and you choke on your beer, finding this very ridiculous. Jungkook looks over at you with questioning eyes as you continue to cough like you’re going to die.
“Can you just let her believe that a fish is Nemo?” you ask standing up to sit a little closer to them. The two couples are off riding the jet skies the minute you got here.
“I’m setting her up for life and all the disappointments that come with it” Jungkook says, stealing the bottle of beer from your hands and taking a long swig.
The offended look on your face doesn’t faze him as he takes another swig. You go back to reading as the two of them look at fishes, Harper’s very into fishes.
Jungkook wants to bring up the diary, specifically the note you’d written on the first page, but you seem too focused on your book. Every time he turns around, he’s fascinated by the intrigued look on your face, sometimes you gasp or laugh with glee, the last one is definitely his favourite.
“Jeon, who was spectacularly starting at P1, unfortunately had to retire the car because of the engine on fire. This is definitely not the spectacular start everyone expected from him this season” the commentator says as you watch on the tv a frustrated Jungkook jump out his car.
“He’s going to be beating himself up about this even if it isn’t his problem” Sora, Jungkook’s sister, comments sitting beside you. Jungkook’s pissed to put it lightly, he’s already dreading the media questions that are going to be thrown at him.
But he pushes through, getting back to the garage and talking to the team principal. Wanting to get away from all this, he changes out of his driving suit and makes way to the hospitality area.
“Uncle Koo!” Harper says, springing up with excitement as Jungkook walks into the room. He picks her up immediately, cuddling her close.
“Next one will be better” Sora tries to comfort him with a gentle pat on his arm.
“Hopefully” Jungkook says, taking a seat beside you. You try and look him in the eyes again and again, through the race, but he keeps avoiding them.
“It’s going to be her bed time soon, I’ll take her back to the hotel” Jungkook’s brother in law says, and he gently transfers an already drowsy Harper from his arms. People are quick to leave when Phillip crosses the race in second place, wanting to go out and celebrate.
“Hey” you say, brushing his hand ever so softly, you want to reach over and hug him, but you don’t know if you should.
“Please don’t tell me the next one is going to be better. I’m tired of hearing that” he says flopping back on the sofa, he feels exhausted like he’s never before.
“I won’t,” you say, reaching over for his hand again, this time he holds onto it, not wanting to let go.
Race 3 Italian Grand Prix 2020
For a ferrari driver, the race in Monza is always the highlight of the season. Jungkook hasn’t gotten used to the fans and attention, but this week has been unreal. Everywhere he turns, he sees someone in red, he realises just how important this race is.
Jungkook: Where are you? He hadn’t heard much from you after the race in Australia, you had mentioned something about taking a little trip while in Italy but he didn’t know you if you were going to be here for the race. You had a plan, you were supposed to explore the Italian countryside and have all the pasta your heart desired for. This was supposed to be the year of fun and travelling around, instead you were laying on the crappy hotel bed with an ice pack on your back.
You: In bed at the hotel, my back hurts like hell Jungkook: What happened?
There’s no response from you for another hour and Jungkook’s all anxious and worried. He’s spaced out for most of the qualifying debrief and Phillip takes note.
“You alright man?” Phillip asks as most of the staff members leave the room. “Just worried about the race, I haven’t been off to the best start” it wasn’t all a lie, Jungkook was worried like he’s never been before about his performance.
Phillip knew Jungkook was his biggest competition, at the end of the day they were fighting for the same title but he couldn’t help but have a soft spot for Jungkook, maybe because he was once a tensed rookie driver.
Jungkook doesn’t let the amazing qualifying performance get to his head. Starting ahead in a race always make his chances of winning the race, but right now tomorrows race is not what he’s thinking about.
“Jungkook?” you exclaim as you swing the door open for him, Jungkook has a wide toothy smile as he shows you the box of pizza he picked up on his way.
“Feeling better?” he asks as you sit on the bed, waiting for him to join you. Jungkook can see how not okay you are based on how difficult it is for you to move.
“Why’s there a sad box of steamed veggies too?” “That’s my dinner, what are you watching?” he asks, sitting against the headboard too. Jungkook’s starting to understand your obsession with the office as he watches along with you. He notices how you turn around every now and then to see if he finds a joke funny, like you are testing him.
You know Jungkook’s in bed by 10 on a night before the race, he’s very particular about his sleep schedule. You reduce the volume when you hear his soft snores beside you, his head awkwardly resting against the headboard can’t be good.
“Jungkook,” you call for him gently, shuffling closer to him. You’re close enough to be able to count his eyelashes, in a moment of weakness, your hand softly grazes his hair off his face.
“Come on, we can’t have your neck hurting tomorrow morning” you say, softly patting his cheeks, this does wake him up. He begrudgingly gets up from the bed, his head knows what the right thing to do is but his heart wants five more minutes.
“Thank you” you whisper to him as he puts on his shoes, he looks back at you with confusion, “For what?” he asks as he watches you stand up in front of you.
You don’t answer his question, instead you get on your tiptoes and softly lay a kiss on his cheeks, “Good luck for tomorrows race”
“You’ve done it mate! That’s P1 in Monza!” Jungkook’s engineer cheers on the radio and his mind goes blank as he enters the cool down lap.
“Fuck, FUCK, Unbelievable!” Jungkook’s short of words as he brings the car to an holt, he has the same feeling he had in Singapore, the feeling is winning is like nothing else.
Jumping out the cockpit, Phillip is already celebrating his second position with the team as he joins them. “Congrats Jeon!” Phillip sounds ecstatic as he greats the younger man. Everything is a blur to Jungkook after he jumped on the team, shouts as he celebrated.
Jungkook’s hair smells like champagne as he gets back to the hotel room, he noticed that you weren’t watching the race from Hospitality like you usually do. He can’t help but smile as he notices a few texts from you. You: CONGRATUALTIONS JUNGKOOK!!!!!!! You: I jumped so hard when you won, might have injured my back more You: So fucking happy for you!!! You: Internet on the flight sucked but I watched you win!!Jungkook: Flight? You: Yeah I flew back to Monaco, my back was getting worse and I wanted to see my doc before it became unbearable Jungkook: hope you feel better :( You: I wished I could’ve seen you win in person :( Jungkook: Don’t worry, I’ll win more races just so you can see me win more
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Race 4 Portugal Grand Prix 2020
“The two of you getting along? Is the bromance flourishing yet?” the interviewer asks the ferrari drivers and the two of them break into loud, hysterical laughter.
“I’ve had more dinner’s with Jungkook this year than I’ve had with my girlfriend, so I’d say we’re getting there,” Phillip says and the crowd laughs along with them.
You watch the two of them get another round of questions about the coming race, and it’s fresh to see Phillip getting along so well with a teammate. This had been an issue for him in the past, but friendship with Jungkook came naturally to him.
You click on another pre race promotional video of the two of them, it’s a chaotic game of Song Challenge. The basic premise of the game being the one to guess most of the song names, winning.
“Oh god, this is my game to lose, I don’t listen to a lot of music” Phillip confesses and Jungkook looks at him like he’s confessed to a murder. The game starts as a fun, silly thing but by the end of it, Jungkook’s literally jumping up with excitement when he guesses each song correctly.
“How did you even know all this, you’ve guessed most of them within ten seconds” Phillip grumples, clearly losing this game.
“I listen to music, lots and lots of it” Jungkook says cocklily as the final song plays. The two of them wonder what the song is for a while till Phillip smashes the buzzer.
“Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol” Phillip yells with excitement, knowing he’s right about this.
“You don’t recognise Beyonce’s song but recognise this song?” Jungkook asks with a sour look on his face, he is not a pretty loser. “It’s my sisters favourite song”
“Today was your second pole position of the season, how does it feel?” the interviewer asks right after the race.
“Well, finishing P3 is nothing compared to P1 but it’s exciting to see Ferrari finish with a double podium” Jungkook answers by fixing his cap.
“Around lap 50 you were asked to let Phillip through, sending him from P4 to P1 subsequently,” the interviewer isn’t asking a question, he’s stating a fact to get a rise out of Jungkook.
“Well Phillip was going for the fastest lap and I was happy to let my teammate through,” Jungkook answered pragmatically.
“Are you worried that strategies like these are going to place you as the number two driver in Ferrari?” he has to take a long deep breath before he answers.
“It’s about playing the long game, my team mate is always going to be my biggest competition but at the same time I want to establish my relationship with Ferrari.”
Jungkook looks pissed as he walks away from that interview. It had only been four races so far, but this was each reporter's favourite question, wanting to know if he was brought on board just to help Phillip win the championship.
Jungkook: Are you going to be attending the race in Spain? You: Nope, dad’s going to be attending, I still have some getting better to do Jungkook: :( you feeling any better? You: A lot, even did some yoga today You: I’ll definitely be there in Monaco ;) Jungkook: Are you cleared to do yoga? You: Yes I am , just some stretching and meditation Jungkook: Please be careful… also I have a favour to ask
Race 5 Spanish Grand Prix 2020
Jungkook’s apartment is nothing you imagined it to be, it’s emptier than expected. It’s a humble two-bedroom apartment that’s surprisingly empty. He’d asked if you could be there while someone delivered and built two beds. He'd been sleeping on a mattress on the ground for all three months of the winter break he spent in this apartment.
Jungkook wanted to fix up the apartment mainly because his parents were flying down to watch the race and stay with him while he got a week off between races in Monaco.
“How was qualifying?” you ask Jungkook on facetime, you’re still at his apartment late in the evening.
“P4, could’ve been better,” he sighs as he lays down on the bed, all he was looking forward to was the few days off in the coming week, he desperately wanted to do nothing.
“It’ll be fine, onto more important things. Why aren’t there any plates in your apartment?” you ask and Jungkook laughs, imagining you going through his sad, empty kitchen.
“Because I mostly ate out or ate directly from the pan” “You have two playstations, a full shelf full of marvel figurines, a very expensive racing stimulator but no fucking plates?” your outrage seems adorable to him.
“It’s about what’s important and plates clearly didn’t make the cut” “Well, I bought you a set, and also some snacks and fruits for your parents. I also hung up the curtains you very clearly gave up on, how were you living like this” you ask and he chuckles getting cozy in bed.
“Don’t strain your back for me” Jungkook pleads and you smile looking straight at him.
“I am not, this is just a way for me to distract myself from the fact that I’m bad at studying, it’s almost like I forgot how to study” you sigh sinking deep into his very comfortable sofa.
“How about, to return the favour, I help you study. You might not know this, but I’m very academically gifted” he brags nuzzling his head into the pillow, he’s exhausted from thee day and minutes from falling asleep.
“You need to be spending time with your parents Jeon” you tease, watching his heavy eyes. “I can make some time for you”
Tonight is a rare night as your father and you both watch the race from the living room instead of actually being there. Your father would attend most races in person if he could.
“You want some more?” you ask your father as you get yourself another glass of wine.
“No, I have an early morning with my accountant” silence envelops the living room again as you two silently watch the race. Your relationship with your father has always been a little awkward and distant. You’d spent most of your young years training and skating, your mother was more involved in your life while your father focused on Phillip.
“So, how’s the studying going?” he asks in an attempt to make some small talk.
“Going well, still trying to figure out my plans for college. I’m thinking business or advertising” you offer some more information than he asked, wanting to keep him in the loop.
“Have you thought about real estate? Not to brag but you are related to one of the biggest real estate moguls in Monaco” he says and you chuckle sitting up straight on the sofa.
“I’ve never thought about it, do you think I could do that?” you ask and he nods looking straight at you.
“You can do anything you put your mind on, remember how you’d fall on the ice every five minutes when you first started” he recounts with a grim smile on his face.
“How about this, you come with me to work next monday, spend the day at the office, get to see what a day’s work actually entails?” he offers and you seriously think about it before mumbling. The two of you talk some more about work that you almost miss Phillip finishing third in the race, and Jungkook second.
Race 6 Monaco Grand Prix 2020
“I haven’t been on a date in ages and it’s making me anxious” Lando confesses to Jungkook as they’re walking back from a free practice. Lando was a driver at McLaren, similar to Jungkook’s age so they naturally got friendly towards each other.
“I haven’t been on a date in… a year” Jungkook says and Lando gives him a scoff.
“Why? Not to sound gay but you’re a hot dude Jeon” Lando says and Jungkook laughs hysterically. Jungkook hadn’t ever thought of himself as special looking until he started driving in Formula 2, most of the attention he garnered was based on his looks. The craze just went deeper as he joined Ferrari, at least it has landed him sponsorships with major brands.
“How about we go clubbing after the race, there’s a ton of amazing places here and we got to party when in Monaco” Jungkook agrees to it immediately, he needs to let loose and party a little.
Jungkook: where you at? You: hospitality lounge, chatting with your parents You: they just told me the adorable story of you finding out Santa isn’t real at the ripe age of 10 You: Adorable! Jungkook: Why?? Don’t? You: They’re fun! your mother has a ton of baby pictures on her phone ;) You: The particular pictures of you and sister having a tea party, immaculate! Jungkook: Don’t you need to be studying some algebra? You: Don’t you need to be getting ready for qualifying?
“Don’t fight Jungkook, he’s faster” Phillip’s engineer tells him on the radio as the two of them go tyre to tyre on another turn. Jungkook started the race behind Phillip, and midway through the race the two of them were fighting to get ahead.
“Tell him to back off” “He’s on new tyre’s Phillip, he’s faster. We’re going with strategy 3” his engineer says and Phillip groans but doesn’t fight Jungkook anymore.
This is all Jungkook needed because within seconds the gap between them is increasing to great lengths, Phillip can’t deny Jungkook’s amazing skills that let him be so fast.
“That’s another victory for you mate! P1 in Monaco” “Yes, YESSSS, AGHHHHHHHHH!!” Jungkook had a lot of motives to push through tonight's race, he wanted his parents to see him win, he wanted you to see him win.
Jungkook spots you by your parents, he sends a victory wink your way as he bites his lip with excitement.
For the post-race press conference, the Ferrari drivers are paired together and Phillip isn’t very delighted about it. “Talking about the race today, the two of you seemed to be fighting around lap 30, and Phillip you were asked to not fight Jungkook, which ultimately cost you P1 today, how do you feel about strategy calls like these?” the reporter asks and Jungkook bites his cheek, knowing this isn’t an easy question to answer.
“It was a team call I wasn’t super delighted with but I wasn’t going to cost the team points because of my selfishness” Phillip answers truthfully and Jungkook continues staring around blankly, not willing to give any fodder to the reporters.
“Your team mate seems to be much faster in the same car as you, do you feel threatened about your position as the world champion?” another interviewer asks and Phillip smiles tightly. “I’m driving to win and so is Jeon”
Jungkook ends up at a yacht party instead of the club, he looks around for you as he gets himself a drink. “Check out the chick at 2 o’clock” Lando says and Jungkook turns around as nonchalantly as he can, he doesn’t check out the chick but he does spot you talking to some other man.
“Not really my type” Jungkook says chugging his drink in one go, his mood is definitely different now.
“What is your type?” Lando asks and Jungkook laughs sarcastically,
“If I knew, I wouldn’t be single” Jungkook takes hold of another drink and downing it again.
“Are you the kind to date to marry?” Lando asks and Jungkook takes a second to think.
“Not necessarily” Jungkook answers and watches you walk up to them.
“Then go talk to that chick-” “Hello boys!” you say cheerfully, greeting the two drivers.
“Jeon’s about to go talk to her” Lando says subtly, pointing at the gorgeous model.
“You are?” you ask, turning to look at Jungkook and he nods, downing his third drink. It’s hard not to look away as Jungkook charms the woman, of course he’d go up and talk to the gorgeous woman, why wouldn’t he.
“So, what about you? Should we find someone for you too?” Lando asks as you stare blankly at your drink, why’d you delude yourself into thinking Jungkook was remotely interested in you.
“Who’s he and why is he making bedroom eyes at you?” Lando asks, talking about the friend you were talking to earlier, just an old friend you ran into.
“The hell are bedroom eyes?” you ask with disgust and Lando chuckles at you bringing forth another shot of vodka for the two of you.
“I think the name’s self explanatory, come on go talk to him. Tonight, I’m the wingman for everyone” Lando says and you shake your head with disappointment, absolutely in no mood to talk to someone. ‘I think I’m gonna go home”
Jungkook: hey? did you get home safely? You weren’t expecting this text from Jungkook the next morning, putting down your cup of coffee, you contemplate what to say. You: Yeah, I saw the million pictures. You must’ve had fun Jungkook partying had taken up your explore page, around sometime that night he took over the mic and started singing, how could someone sound so good while being drunk off their mind? Jungkook: It was, would've been more fun if you were there This is why you were delusional about him, texts like these You: Why? The model wasn’t any fun Jungkook: She isn’t really my type You are enticed to ask him if you are, but you don’t. You: Go back to sleep, enjoy your day off
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Race 7 Azerbaijan Grand Prix 2020
Lily has a semester break from college, so she decided you join you. The two of you spend all of friday and saturday exploring the beautiful city of Baku.
“Are you really going to work for your father?” Lily asks as the two of you sit down at a restaurant for dinner.
“Yes, right now I’m just learning and doing some of his assistant work and it might look boring but it’s better than doing nothing. Plus, I get to attend most race weekends” you explain reading the menu, your father was adamant on attending all the races, at least the European one’s and he had the fortunes to do that.
“So, taking this job has nothing to do with your massive crush on a certain driver” Lily asks and you’re starting to regret being a little too truthful with Lily.
“It’s just a teeny tiny one and it’s going to go away, this is all about supporting my brother” it was partly that, Phillip was all on his own during this early years as a driver, it’s nice to have family around.
“Why won’t you just ask him out?” Lily sounds frustrated about all this, to her all this looks very simple.
“Can we drop this and talk about your disaster of love life? Still sleeping with that professor” you ask with a teasing smile and Lily groans, hate being put on the spot.
“He’s barely a professor” “He’s 35” you retort and Lily is tempted to throw the water in your face.
The car starts feeling weird to Jungkook mid way through the race, between trying to get control of the car, he’s hit by someone and this causes him to lose all control on the brakes.
“Break fail! I have no control on the breaks” Jungkook’s panicked voice booms through the radio and everyone watches as he crashes into the side, taking two other cars out with him.
“Jungkook, are you okay?” his engineer asks and he groans, having hit his head pretty bad. The red flags are issued as an ambulance rushes to him, you shaking with nervousness as Jungkook is barely pulled out the car.
“We’re told from the medical officials that Jeon might be concussed, maybe even injured because of the sheer speed at which he hit the barriers. Let’s get a replay on the incident that caused this” the commentator says as you watch Phillip hit Jungkook on a turn, and him crashing the car at a dangerous speed.
You don’t notice the tears that well up in your eyes as you hear the ambulance sirens. Shutting your eyes, all you can see is the last few things you saw after your very ungraceful fall on the ice. Clutching your heart, you remember Phillip tightly clutching your hand as you were driven to the hospital, how every part of your body seared with pain. You open your eyes to stop reliving that day, but the massive tv’s in front of you focus on the ambulance that is driving a probably very injured Jungkook.
“Seriously, I want to be by myself right now” Jungkook’s getting a little irritated by all the people crowding his hotel room. He was a little woozy after the crash, but the doctor cleared him of any concussion, he just had a sprained wrist.
His team principal and trainer are the last to leave, checking on him for the millionth time. Jungkook sits up against the headrest as he checks some messages from other drivers checking up on him.  You: Please text me when you’re fine Jungkook: I promise you I’m fine but can you still come and visit me :( You: Of course, which hospital are you at? Jungkook: I’m not at a hospital Jungkook: room no. 1011, I’ve left the door open for you
“Jungkook?” you ask knocking on his door and it swings open before he can answer, you’re not proud of it but you might have run up to his room.
The worried look on your face is still there as you gently pad over to him, Jungkook confusion grows as you wipe your tears.
“Hey, hey, ___, I’m not hurt at all. I fainted a little before but-” “You fainted?” you ask with a small voice as your big brown eyes look at him.
“It was because of dehydration” he says as he pulls you closer with one swift move, you sit opposite him, still shaking with fear.
“I know this is kind of a big ask, but can you stay here? Just for tonight?” Jungkook asks fiddling with your hand.
“You want me to?” you ask from beside him and he nods, your eyes are bloodshot red still, he doesn’t want you all by yourself right now.
All the lines are crossed that night as you cuddle closer to Jungkook. You know this isn’t going to end well, but right now you couldn’t care less. His hand is gently rubbing your back as your head lies on his chest.
Jungkook knows that you’re obviously working through something else, probably about your incident on the ice. The two of you never talk about it, Jungkook doesn’t know how to bring it up, or if he should ever bring it up. Jungkook knows that the situation is shitty, but he is happy about you being in his arms, he could get used to it
Race 8 Austrian Grand Prix 2020
“Why?” Jungkook asks as he’s walking to the Ferrari office. It’s a meeting and photoshoot heavy day for him.
“Because I have a job now, even if it’s sorting my father’s emails and arranging his meetings, I can’t be there every weekend” you explain calmly as you swivel around in your office chair.
“What’s your day like today?” he asks as a fan stops him for a picture, he’s becoming better at being popular as every race happens.
“We have a few apartment showings, so I’ll be shadowing him, start to figure out if I want to do this or not” you say sipping on your coffee, you’d been arriving early at the office to have some moments of peace before the chaos starts.
“What is your day like?” you ask him and he just grunts, knowing how bad it is to sit through meetings.
“I have a strategy meeting, another meeting with the communications team, lunch with a bunch of promoters and in the evening we’re shooting a bunch of videos for ferrari’s youtube channel” Jungkook reiterates his schedule for the day, and he’s already starting to feel tired.
“Press has just been awful since the last race, no wonder we’re having comms meeting two days in a row” Jungkook had been trying to stay away from the negative headlines but everyone was absolutely shitting on Phillip this week.
“They like pitting you and Phillip against each other, last week was all the ammunition they needed” you had been screening all the click baity articles, they were absolutely making Phillip lose his mind.
“Do you think he hit me on purpose or was I really in his blind spot?” Jungkook asks opening the door to the conference room, most people are already here. Phillip is already slouched against a chair, looking defeated already.
“No comments” “Boo Freaking Hoo” he says and you can’t help but smile like a stupid idiot.
“Call me later if you can” you say and Jungkook hums a goodbye as he takes a seat opposite Phillip.
“So, lots of bad press, people are divided” Claudia says, placing down multiple article print outs and newspapers on the table.
“And thank you Phillip for snapping at the sky sports reporter, just handing them their headlines” this hasn’t been Phillip’s week, and he’s done with cameras and reporters.
“We need to take hold of the narrative or at least change it because the sponsors aren’t happy with the two drivers seemingly fighting each other. How about you go golfing or something this tuesday” Claudia suggests and Phillip immediately nods his head no. 
“He can’t golf to save his life and I have my sister’s birthday party that day-” “So, just invite Jungkook, because I really need the news narrative to change” Claudia says with an authoritative tone, the two of them can’t even think about going against her.
“I don’t want to intrude on a family thing-” Jungkook sounds a little offended by the whole situation, mostly he’s a little ticked off about you not telling him about your coming birthday.
“It’s not, it’s a surprise party with a few friends, I was going to invite you anyway” Phillip says and Claudia smiles widely.
“This is sorted then, I need at least a story with the birthday girl on the two of your Instagram’s” The two of them are left alone as Claudia leaves, there’s still this animosity in the air.
“Just so we’re clear, I didn’t hit your car on purpose,” Phillip says, looking Jungkook square in his eyes.
“I know that,” Jungkook replies, a little too confidently. “How can you be so sure?” Phillip asks as he sits up straight.
“You’re competitive, not petty” Jungkook leaves with a big smirk on his face, he’s been enjoying the season so far a little too much.
You: P3!!!!!!!!!!!! Congratulations!!!!!! You: Still have that migraine? Jungkook: Why didn’t you tell me about your birthday being next week? You: How’d you come to find out about it? You: Did Phillip tell you? You: He is throwing me a surprise party isn’t he? Jungkook: Wow you derived to the bottom of it pretty quickly Jungkook: I mean no, I don’t know of a party if there is one Jungkook: Why didn’t you tell me? You: Because I’m not the kind of person who celebrates their birthday Jungkook: But there are other people who want to celebrate you turning twenty You: So, you just confirmed the surprise party Jungkook: If this get’s back to Phillip he might actually push me off the track intentionally this time You: Now I understand why Lily wanted to take me dress shopping You: Give me more details Jeon! Jungkook: I’m sorry I have no idea what you’re talking about
Race 9 Austrian Grand Prix 2020
It’s week two of the grand prix in Austria but Phillip is suspiciously in Monaco on Monday evening. “Why are you here?” you ask, dropping your handbag and a million other things you take to the office in the hallway.
“I know you know why I’m here because I know Maya sucks at keeping secrets, so just go up and get ready” he says flashing you a big smile. Phillip and you have always tried to celebrate birthdays, between him training and racing and you always practicing, there wasn’t always time to celebrate.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you actually did this” you squeal with excitement when you see the decked-up ice rink, you’ve always wanted to celebrate on a ice rink.
You’re awed by the classy decoration, one would almost forget that this is an ice rink, a few of your friends already skating around.
“I love you!” you squeal like an excited thirteen-year-old as you hug Phillip, he has a genuine smile on his face too.
“Please be careful tho, I don’t like the smell of hospitals” Phillip says as you watch Maya walk up to you, a little uncharacteristically you hug her tightly too, knowing she had a big part in planning this.
“Girl!!! you look smoking hot, so glad you went with the black one!” Lily comments taking a long look at your dress, it was a simple bodycon with a huge slit up your left thigh.
Jungkook arrives sometime around midnight, right as Phillip walks up with a massive cake and sparklers. Jungkook watches from the crowd as your face lights up with delight, he’s truly never seen you this happy. Your smile is contagious, infectious, he always wants you smiling like you were when you shoveled cake in Phillip’s face.
“Staring a little too much are we?” Lily comments from beside Jungkook and he snaps out of it, turning around and flashes the familiar face a polite smile.
“Am I being too obvious?” Jungkook doesn’t try to deny the accusation as he sheepishly ruffles his hair again, a nervous tick.
“The two of you are hopeless, go on, talk to her” truth be told, Lily was getting a little tired of your pinning on Jungkook.
Jungkook’s a little powered up by Lily’s comment, maybe there could be something between the two of you. He’s hopeful as he approaches you, maybe it’s the whiskey getting to him.
“Happy Birthday” Jungkook whispers in your ear from behind you, you’re a little startled till he comes around with a smug look.
“Thank you for not telling me about this party!” you shout a little, leaning closer to him. The lights have been cranked down and the music is much louder now.
“Aren’t you going to go on the ice?” he asks and you look up and shake your head no.
“I don’t know if I’m there yet, I’m just happy being in a rink right now” you answer and he takes hold of your hand, leading you away from the crowd.
“I should be back there, dancing and drinking” you whine as the two of you make way to a dimly lit supply office.
“You’ll be back there in no time, I just want to savor the moment of giving you your gift” he says, finally coming to a stop. You hop on the desk, outreaching your hands for the gift.
To your amusement, he places a tiny box in your palms, looking at you expectantly. You gasp as you pick up the delicate ring from the box, it’s a simple gold ring with an ice skate designed in the middle.
Jungkook had prepared a speech in his mind, he had his reasons for why he had this ring made. But at that moment as he watched you slip the ring on your index finger, his mind went blank.
The silence is suffocating the two of you as Jungkook’s hand reaches over to play with the ring, he got your size almost right. His warm hands around the cold band are starting to sober you.
Wordlessly, you pull him closer by the collar of his shirt, stopping right as Jungkook takes a deep breath, trying to brace himself.
“I was feeling so heartbroken about the figure skating chapter of my life ending, that’s all I’ve know of myself as, it has made me restless and anxious like never before, and this, is always going to remind me of that heartbreak” you say looking Jungkook straight in his eyes and his heart absolutely shatters, he can hear his heart breaking.
“I didn’t mean to-” you shush him by placing a single finger on his dry lips.
“But it also reminds me of some of the happiest moments of my life, it reminds me of my potential. If I could start skating at the age of four, I can start something new at the age of 20. It gives me hope, you give me hope” you whisper the last part your head rests on his chest. your arms circling around his waist.
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Race 10 British Grand Prix 2020
The race in Silverstone has everyone on the paddock a little too excited, maybe it’s because of the upcoming two week summer break that everyone desperately needs. Jungkook is seated with Lando, Phillip and Daniel for another set of press conferences and he’s starting to understand why drivers hate press day so much.
“Question for Jungkook, the first half of the season is almost over and you’re up there on the drivers championship charts just behind Lewis Hamilton and just ahead of your teammate, how does it feel to be considered serious competition in your first year in F1?” a reporter asks, somehow complementing Jungkook and taking a dig at the other two drivers who haven’t had the best year so far.
“This is a very competitive sport by its nature and only 20 superbly skilled drivers get to drive a formula one car, and being able to be on this lineup is a dream come true for me. My first year so far has been filled with highs and lows and it’s surreal to me to be on the top of the list right now, but it all can change in a couple of races. Teams are constantly working on their skills and cars so we never know when the championship takes a turn, right now I’m at a place of cautiousness, a lot can happen over the span of 12 races” Jungkook answers calmly, and Phillip sits back, a little awed.
Phillip has been in the sport longer than Jungkook, but the way Jungkook handles and answers each ridiculous to serious question is motivating for him.
“This has been a very highly requested question, you drive under the number 14, what’s the significance behind it” you’ve been watching another set of interviews of Jungkook, apparently people just can’t have enough of him. Phillip is also very focused on the screen, wishing he was as charismatic as his team mate.
“It’s my mother’s birth date. She was vehemently against me going into racing, she was worried not just about my safety but she also didn’t want me working under this kind of pressure since a young age. Despite that, I made it here, and this was just a way to make her proud and spite her, just a little bit” Jungkook says confidently, making the female reporter chuckle and Phillip scoff.
“His PR manager really spun a great story for him” Phillip says snacking on some popcorn while you turn around to give him a weird look.
“You too drive under our mother’s birthdate” you state and Phillip rolls his eyes, something is definitely up with him.
“That’s because she died, it’s a dedication to her” Phillip says increasing the volume to listen to the interview properly.
“If you weren’t a f1 driver, what would you be doing today?” “I’d be a college student, probably getting a degree in computer science. During my year as a reserve driver, I did some soul searching to really think about a future outside of racing, and computer science is what I landed on” Jungkook says with a charming smile and you watch the interviewer literally swoon for him.
“Who in the hell does soul searching?” Phillip complains again and you turn around to get some answers from him.
“What is up with you today? I thought you liked Jungkook” you ask and he looks away with a guilty look.“I have this feeling that ferrari is pushing for him to win the world championship, they want the youngest driver to win the championship to be him” Phillip offers and you’re the one rolling your eyes this time.
“And why wouldn’t they, he’s smart, handsome, great with press, very skilled, drives fast, he’s the golden boy they’ve been looking for” Phillip has never felt this threatened by a team mate, but with Jungkook there’s something different.
“You’ve been reading too much of all that nonsense gossip, you’re a three time world champion, ferrari wants you to be a four time world champion too” you try and reassure Phillip but he just exhales.
Jungkook’s glad to be seeing his sister and Harper again during his week in the UK, he’s maybe been a little too homesick. Sora and her husband both work in London, and for once he can sleep at a place resembling something close to home rather than another hotel room, even if just for a night.
Sora and him stumble around the kitchen, making the most of their mother’s kimchi for their dinner. “So, who have you been texting all night? Want to talk about her?” Sora has a know it all smirk on her face as she watches Jungkook lock his phone and put it down on the table, screen down.
“Why would you assume that it’s a her?” Jungkook asks, filling the two of their shot glasses with soju.
“It can be a he, she, they for all I care, I know it’s someone you’re interested in romantically” Sora knows Jungkook well, a little too well for his liking.
“I’ve been conflicted about asking her out, I’m worried that she sees me just as a friend and by making a move, I’ll ruin a great friendship” Jungkook comes clean with it, it’d be nice to talk to someone about it.
“I got her this meaningful gift, and I thought she was going to kiss me, but she hugged me. Not that I’m complaining, but it confused me” Jungkook had been racking his brain ever since that night in Monaco, he never stopped thinking about it.
“And there’s this another layer of complexity, she’s related to someone I work with-” “Oh my god, you’re talking about ___” Sora explains loudly, almost waking Harper up.
“Why? How’d you even get to that?” “I saw the two of you during that race in Australia, you were all pissed and grumpy about retiring the car but you came and sat beside her and suddenly you weren’t so pissed off” Sora had made that observation pretty early on, and it makes Jungkook wonder if they haven’t been so lowkey about each other.
“___ likes you” Sora says it like it’s a fact of life, like the world wouldn’t make sense if it weren’t true.
“Make sure to not rub that know-it-all attitude on Harper and explain” Jungkook asks and Sora laughs boisterously.
“Remember when we had that dinner on a yacht, you had some mustard on your hand. A good friend would point it out, maybe even hand you a tissue. Someone who’s interested in you will just swipe the mustard off, like it’s the most natural and sensible thing to do, she wouldn’t cross that line if she wasn’t interested in you” Sora’s explanation leaves Jungkook utterly shocked, Australia was a long time ago, have you been interested in him all this time?
“Is it really that simple?” Jungkook asks, now directly drinking Soju from the bottle. “Love is simple Jungkook”
Summer Break 2020
Summer in Monaco is beautiful, everyone enjoys a host of activities in the mediterranean summer, not that Jungkook would know anything about it. All he’s done for the first week is exercise, train on his stimulator and rot in his apartment, and he’s savored every moment of not having an engagement or meeting.
“Am I travelling somewhere? Nope, I needed a break from airplanes and hotel rooms” Jungkook talks looking straight to his camera as he phenomenally loses a race in a video game. He’s streaming while playing on his stimulator, he used to do this a lot last year, now not so much.
You ring the bell to Jungkook’s apartment a few times but he doesn’t answer, you wonder if the passcode to his apartment is the same one he texted you a few months ago. In a moment of impatience and wanting to pee after a long flight, you type in the code and to your surprise the door opens.
Jungkook hears a door in his apartment close and sits up straight, very alert right now. Namjoon had been begging him to get some security cameras and right now he’s regretting not listening to him. The stream is still going as Jungkook jumps out the seat and gingerly walks out the room.
He picks up a random shoe as he knocks on the occupied bathroom door, what’s his plan with the shoe? He doesn’t know but at least he has something to protect himself with. The world feels like it’s in slow motion as the door swings open, Jungkook was expecting a robber but it’s you, with a very confused look.
“What is with the shoe?” “I thought someone broke into my place” Jungkook whispers, knowing the stream is still live.
“I’ll be back” he says and you follow him into his spare room, “Jungkook what is it-” he shuts you up real nice by placing his palm on your face.
“I have a twitch stream going, go wait in the living room” “Okay” you mumble against his hand and he can’t help but smile.
You feel rejuvenated after spending a week with your grandmother and Phillip, it’s hard to get some quality time with the family all over the place.
Your grandmother on your father’s side lived in the countryside outside London, still in the same house your father was raised in. You had some ulterior motives for flying to Monaco before your father and brother, you had some work to take care of at the office and second, you wanted to spend some time with Jungkook.
And if watching tv and eating too much food counts as quality time, you’ve been doing that all evening since you arrived this morning.
Your head is itching very close to Jungkook’s shoulder the more episodes of the office you watch. He feels your head flop on his chest somewhere before 9, he turns to find you deep in sleep.
If he was a good friend, he’d wake you up, maybe even offer to drive you back home. But he was someone with a lot of romantic yet confusing feelings for you, he gently picks you up.
Jungkook lays you on his bed, and tucks you in. He sits by the bed for a minute, taking in every detail of your face, Jungkook’s never noticed how beautiful your eyelashes are before this. He was tempted to lay in the bed beside you, but he does the right thing and struggles with falling asleep in the guest room.
“Oh come on, you’re flying out to France the day after tomorrow. It’ll be race after race, after this weekend! Please just say yes” you plead over the phone as you walk back from the office.
Jungkook wasn’t the clubbing type, neither were you. But seeing all your friends having the best time of their lives all summer was giving you fomo.
“It’s going to me Lily, Stuart, you and I. I got us access to this new club’s vip lounge and I need you to say yes” “Who’s Stuart?” Jungkook asks drying his hair with a towel.
“Lily’s situationship, can you pick me up from my place around 11, we can get a cab from here” Jungkook doesn’t like a lot about this plan, clubbing, going someplace after 11, paying for expensive bad drinks, but he whispers a yes anyway.
Jungkook rings the bell at your family’s townhouse right at 11 pm, you don’t need to know that he’s been waiting on the stoop for five minutes. Swinging the door open, you smile with delight as Jungkook brings forward his hand with the prettiest set of flowers.
“These are for me?” It's surprising because most people don’t show up with flowers before they go clubbing.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to come here empty handed” he makes the most unbelievable excuse, but you take the flowers anyway, you haven’t been given flowers, ever.
“I just need a minute to accessorise,” Jungkook isn’t listening the second he takes a good look at your very short, red dress.
“So, are you excited about getting back in the car?” you ask Jungkook as he takes a seat on the bed, through the vanity mirror you catch him staring.
“I’m thinking sneakers because heels are just impractical but it’s a fancy place so I want to be presentable” you say, bending a little with your back still facing him. Jungkook clears his throat nervously as you turn around, clearly having caught him checking you out.
“So, this is how I find out you’re an ass man?” his ears are blood red as you tease him.
Jungkook’s suspiciously quiet since you teased him, maybe you’re starting to feel bad about it. He makes some small talk with Stuart, but none with you.
“We’re going to get drinks, shots for everyone!” Lily and Stuart leave to get drinks the moment you get there, probably to make out in the bathroom.
“I am so sorry about earlier but please talk to me” you shout to Jungkook, sliding closer to him in the booth. The low lights and loud music are a reason enough for the two of you to be sitting so close.
“Sorry? I should be the one apologizing, it was inappropriate of me-” “I love how super sweet and nice you are, but I’d rather you check out my ass than anyone else's. Does that make sense?” you ask, sliding even closer, till your bare thigh is touching his.
This flusters Jungkook as he looks down sheepishly as he drapes an arm behind you. To your surprise, Stuart and Lily come back with not just shots, but also bottle service.
Around shot number 5 you pull Jungkook up, dancing with him off beat to a trendy pop song. Jungkook watches with loving eyes as Lily and you do a very bad job at dancing and singing to a song.
Jungkook doesn’t watch anymore as you stumble for the third time, he takes hold of you by your waist and the two of you stumble together, Jungkook’s pretty drunk himself.
“Your eyes sparkle, has someone ever told you that?” you had noticed this a long time ago, Jungkook has by far the most beautiful eyes ever.
“I want your eyes when you die” your seriousness makes Jungkook laugh like an idiot, him laughing like that makes you laugh like an idiot and it’s just a vicious cycle of laughter fuelled by vodka.
“I don’t want to go back to my empty home, can I stay with you?” you ask Jungkook as you lean his shoulder. There’s some music playing in the cab and your head is still spinning.
Jungkook has come to the realisation today that it’s hard to say no to you, mostly because of the soft smiles and pleading looks. You clutch onto his palm tightly as you struggle with walking on the cobblestone street.
“You’re sloshed” Jungkook states wrapping an arm around you, the heels were a mistake.
“You smell amazing” you whisper, starting to sober up as the elevator stops on his floor. Jungkook smiles sheepishly as he intertwines his hand with yours, doesn’t let go as the two of you walk into his dark apartment.
The events of the night as coming crashing back to you as you look Jungkook in the eyes, he has this confused look. Reaching over, you crease his stressed eyebrows and your hands drop to his neck, the two of you insanely close to each other.
The moment just feels right, with Jungkook’s arms circling you closer by the waist, you can’t help but lean into his lips, but right at the last second Jungkook turns his face around, your lips landing on his cheek.
“___, we’re wasted” he remarks breathing against your hair and you just nod.
“I have actual feelings for you, and I don’t want to sabotage my chance with you because we were drunk and made a mistake” it’s taking everything in Jungkook to not pin you against the wall and kiss your lips till he forgets how to breath.
“Can we go to bed?” you ask against his chest and he just nods, picking you up again.
Every limb in his body hurts as Jungkook shifts around in bed, he’s sweaty, uncomfortable and your head is nuzzled right in his chest. This isn’t like the time he woke up with you beside him after the accident, there isn’t any distance this time.
Jungkook squirms around and somehow turns the ac on, the cool wind makes you snuggle even closer to Jungkook’s hot body. He wants to detach himself from you and get some water, but since it’s been established that Jungkook is weak for you, he snuggles you back to sleep.
The next time he wakes up it because of pots banging in the kitchen, turning to his side he notices you’ve left the bed, again no one breaking into his place it’s just you.
The events of last night flash in his mind as he brushes his teeth, so many lines crossed, he’s worried that now you’re sober and awake, you regret them.
“So you didn’t have any groceries, all that was in your pantry was ramen and coffee so I made that. And I know you’re watching what you eat so there’s also a side of broccoli but I haven’t cooked broccoli before-“ Jungkook literally crashed you against the kitchen counter as his lips capture yours.
Jungkook kisses you with fervour and it takes you a second to process it, but soon enough your hands are tangled in his hair, biting his lip Jungkook has the most bashful smile as you pull away, absolutely needing to breath.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait any longer” he whispers against your lips as he kisses you again. Right there, as you are smiling against his lips, Jungkook understands what Sora said about love being simple. It’s simple because it’s meant to be, anything else just wouldn’t make sense.  
Race 11 French Grand Prix 2020
As it turns out, the weekend of the race things get a little complicated, not between Jungkook and you. Some fan captured Jungkook and you on the way to his apartment and the pictures were all over the internet, the only bright side to the situation, you were the mystery girl, your face wasn’t captured in any of the blurry pictures.
“I’m sorry but I’m not releasing a personal statement, my personal life is none of people’s business and they shouldn’t have been photographing us in the first place” Jungkook says putting away the statement Claudia handed him.
“Okay but you keep it quiet if any reporters bring her up, and please for the love of god be careful.” Claudia leaves with that, she has more important things to take care of.
Namjoon sits back with disappointment, the fans and press are really having their time with this.
“Who was she?” his manager asks as Jungkook does some before race stretches, he’d usually play with a football outside but he’s in no mood for press or fans.
“Are you going to see her again?” Jungkook does answer this question with a simple nod.
“This isn’t like you, you aren’t the hooking up kind” “We didn’t hook up, hyung I really care about her and I don’t want our relationship to end even before it starts. Can you have the press go easy on this?” Jungkook pleads and Namjoon sighs standing up.
“I’ll try, maybe you’ll have to do a special interview with one. Give them something else to talk about”
Jungkook: it’s 10pm, where are you :((( You: Maya arranged a dinner to celebrate Phillip’s win, we’re on our way back to the hotel Jungkook: What about soothing my loss of coming second Jungkook: I had a thing planned You: I’ll be there in a few minutes, just stay put Jungkook: room 1202, I’m waiting
“So, we’re getting drinks with a few other drivers and their partners, wanna tag along?” Maya asks the four of you leave the restaurant. It was an amazing French delicacy restaurant but all you could focus on the entire time was being back at the hotel.
“I’ll just tag back with dad, we have a early flight and-“ “oh my god you are dating Jungkook aren’t you” Maya accuses you with a whisper as she pulls you aside.
“That’s just, um, how did you even, we aren’t dating Maya” you as a little frazzled by the accusation and Maya just gasps loudly.
“Because we bought that red dress together, you weren’t so sure, I thought you looked amazing, later we also had that conversation about me borrowing that dress and oh my god you’re dating him aren’t you” Maya accuses you and again you try and defend yourself.
“We aren’t, that night we just went clubbing, fell asleep at his apartment and kissed in the morning. But we absolutely aren’t dating” this isn’t you defending yourself, this is you spilling the beans the first chance you get.
“So, where do you guys stand now?” this question stuns you, you haven’t talked to him about the two of you since that morning. It’s too soon to ask that question.
“I don’t know but you can’t tell Phillip, he’ll go all big brother and I want to figure it out myself”
Jungkook’s suite is suspiciously quiet as you make your way in, things start to make sense as you catch Jungkook who’s fallen asleep while waiting for you. There’s also a table set with food, wine, candles and flowers right by him.
“Jungkook, come on let’s get you to bed” you say sitting by him as your fingers tap his cheek. He stirs awake right away, smiling when he realises it’s you.
“I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting, come on you’ll sprain your neck” you say as he sits up straight but Jungkook’s not listening to you. He just pulls you up with him and walks over to the set-up table.
“I thought we could have our first date tonight, even though you’ve eaten already and it’s too late for dinner” Jungkook whispers in your ear as he pulls a chair for you.
Jungkook lights up the candles and pour some wine before he takes the seat across you. “Now tell me, what’s your favourite color?” he asks as you laugh putting down your wine glass.
“Really, that’s the big opening question” “Yes, this is quintessential first date question, now tell me” he pleads with his glimmering eyes and you give in.
“Sage green, what about you?” you ask and he smiles looking down at his hands.
“Guess” “Blue?” you suggest and Jungkook really thinks about it, he’s never really thought about what his favourite color was, but the way you lit up when he nodded yes to your guess, it might as well be.
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Race 12 Belgian Grand Prix
It’s a few days before the race, Tuesday to be precises and Jungkook has an invaluable off day with no schedule or work at all. He decided the best thing to do was explore the city of Brussels, with you.
Jungkook had the entire day planned, which started with a bright and early morning of exploring the city and it’s beautiful architecture. “So, is this our second date?” you ask Jungkook as the two of you put on sunglasses and hats before leaving the hotel, hopefully no pictures are taken this time.
“I guess” “Hopefully today tops the cold pasta and warm wine” you joke fixing his beanie.
“It was a spectacular first date! you laughed so hard you choked on that warm wine” he whines circling his arms around you.
“If you want a third or any more dates with me, promise me you’re never going to bring that up again” you whisper, leaning dangerously close to him.
“I’m making no such promises” Jungkook whispers before kissing you, every kiss with him is full of the same fervour as that morning.
“Come on, we have the city to explore” you say pushing his chest away and he groans, seizing the distance again.
“How about I explore every inch of your body instead” he says pulling on your earlobe just a little. The previous smile on your face is replaced by a tighter, forced one as you again push him back.
“As tempting as that offer is, we’d regret not making the most of the day” you say pulling him out the hotel room by his arm and Jungkook slides down his hand, intertwining it with yours.
The night was getting darker as the two of you walked back to the hotel, hand in hand. To put it simply, it had been one of the most perfect and romantic day and you were starting to dread having a difficult conversation with Jungkook.
“Hey, so, um, kinda wanted to come right out with it because it’s very embarrassing for me” you say and Jungkook stops in his tracks and quirks an eyebrow at you.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook’s voice is laced with concern and you have to look away.
“Nothing is wrong per say, but, um like, how do I say it without me sounding like a complete weirdo?” “It can’t be that bad” Jungkook pleads and you scoff, knowing it’s a little bad.
“I’ve never had a boyfriend, not that I’m assuming that we are a couple. Since I’ve never had a boyfriend, I’ve never been with someone, sexually. I just never had the chance before, and someone right never came along and now I’m this 20-year freak with no dating experience at all. I’d understand if you never want to see me again, I’d be fine with pretending we never-“
“___, breath” Jungkook says cradling your face and forcing you to see him in the eyes.
“You’re not some freak, you’re only 20 it’s natural to not be that experienced. We can take it at a pace you’re comfortable with, I promise I’ll be patient with you” Jungkook reassures you and you’re worries about this are starting to fade away.
“It’s just that I gave this speech to some other guy and he didn’t react so well” you say hugging him tightly.
“Well, give me that jerks name so I can punch him square in the face” Jungkook chuckles as he kisses the top of your head.
“If you’re going to go around punching people for me, I have a list” you laugh and Jungkook detaches himself, giving you a knowing look.
“What else are boyfriends for if not to punch people that have wronged their girlfriends”
You: Please be careful with the rain and all, I don’t want another incident Jungkook: I’ll try, if there is one just no crying this time You: I’ll try Jungkook: Also, when I win, if I say ‘yeah baby’ on the radio, know that I’m saying that to you You: ‘When’, little too cocky aren’t we Jeon Jungkook: You’re my girlfriend now, you have to support me, in cockiness and health
You’re a blushing mess as you re read Jungkook’s text, it’s a little unbelievable being called his girlfriend. Tonight, it’s just you, your books and the race on the tv.
“And there goes Jeon Jungkook, crossing the checkered flag a whole 5 seconds ahead of his teammate at P1, this win is puts him whole 12 points ahead of his teammate and at the top of the championship” the commentator cheers and the crowd goes wild.
“That’s P1 mate and at the top of the championship, you were stunningly fast this race!!” the team principal cheers on Jungkook through the radio as he doesn’t stop the random shouting out of joy.
“Thanks for the team, this car has been delivering race after race. So incredibly lucky to be driving a ferrari, seriously so fucking lucky. YEAH BABY!!!!!!” Jungkook cheers and you’re blushing so hard it’s embarrassing. Race 13 Netherlands Grand Prix 2020
“You’ve won seven races this season, eight if you win tomorrow, it must feel incredible to be this close to winning the championship” the reporter says and Jungkook chuckles looking away.
“Winning always feels incredible, things have been working out so positively for me that it feels surreal. Eight months ago I was thinking of giving up on my F1 dream and now I’m here and there are days when this doesn’t feel real” Jungkook says as Phillip comes around for his interview.
Things had been tense in the Ferrari garage to put it simply. There had been far too many strategy meetings out of which Phillip had stormed out of. He’d also made some comments regarding the team favouring Jungkook and devising strategy that helped Jungkook get closer to the championship, it had been a PR disaster.
“Now Phillip, Ferrari has clearly produced a winning car but you’ve had fierce competition from your team mate. Are you still hopeful about winning the championship?” another interviewer asks and Phillip tries very hard to not roll his eyes.
“Well Jeon is a fast driver and I could learn a few things about his break skills, but I have seven-year experience of driving on these tricky circuits so I’m hopeful” Phillip answers the way he’s been advised by his PR team, the interviewer can sense the fakeness in his tone.
“Ferrari has not historically been a team that gambles on young drivers but the bet they made on Jeon Jungkook is clearly working out. Now your contract is up to expire next year, do you feal threatened by the younger driver replacing you?” this time Phillip does roll his eyes.
“Ferrari isn’t in the game for gambling, they’re in the game for winning, and I win”
“Your brother called me pretty boy during a comms meeting, I was offended and delighted at the same time” Jungkook says placing his phone against the pillow, it was race day tomorrow he had to sleep early.
“Can we not talk about work, I don’t want you bitching about my brother. Phillip just got done bitching about you” you groan shuffling in bed yourself, you’d spent the entire Saturday studying and you were starting to get better.
“I don’t understand why he doesn’t like me? I’ve been nothing but nice to him” Jungkook groans and you sit up in bed and groan too.
“Phillip’s always been competitive, when we were little, he once made me cry after I won against him in chess. This isn’t your issue, it’s his” you say sighing with defeat, the better the season got for Jungkook, the worse it got for Phillip.
“How many men have made you cry ___? There are only so many punches I can throw” Jungkook tries and joke to make this situation a little less tense, he’s successful based on the way you’re smiling.
“I’m starting to miss you, luckily I’ll be there next week” “Starting to? You’re starting to miss me after two weeks?” Jungkook’s offended tone only makes you laugh harder and him more offended.
The race starts off fine, the race is almost a little boring till lap 30. “The two ferrari are once again one tenth of a second away from each other. The two drivers have been competing with each other all season and, OH turn 3 and Phillip tries and overtake Jeon but Jeon maintains his P1 position” the commentator says and you’re sitting on the edge of your seat as Phillip fails at overtaking again.
“Phillip box now, box now” “I’ll box after I’m done overtaking” Phillip yells over the radio and you wince, taking a big swig of your beer.
“Please the strategy is to maximize distance with competition and you need to box-“ “Shut up!” Phillip yells and manoeuvres an overtake and you gasp with shock as the two ferrari’s make contact.
“What is wrong with him?” Jungkook asks frustratingly over the radio as he somehow keeps the lead.
“Phillip please don’t damage the car, box now box now-“ “And the two ferrari’s make contact again, Jeon’s rear crashing with Phillip’s front wing, taking both the cars out” you look at the tv in shock, knowing this isn’t going to end well.
Jungkook’s searing red with anger as he walks into the garage, he takes quick strides towards Phillip who’s talking to an engineer and pushes him back by the shoulders.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jungkook shouts and the engineer stands between the two of them, not wanting any more of this happen on camera.
“Look I’m sorry, I should have listened to-“ “Damn right you should’ve! Your ego cost us so many points, FUCK!” Jungkook walks away as he notices the sheer amount of camera’s around them.
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Race 14 Italian Grand Prix 2020
“I think I’m going to need the two of you to hold hands or kiss in public” Claudia says very seriously and Jungkook snickers, tired of this week already. It’s safe to say the press has been having their fun with the articles and headlines, to be fair the two of them handed them everything on a silver platter.
“This isn’t my problem, I wasn’t the one who attacked my car. I have been complaint with the decided strategy, even when it didn’t favour me, that’s because I know how to be a team player” Jungkook says standing up and putting his cap back on.
“He’s right, I just need to go through some difficult press questions and be done with this” Phillip says, stopping Jungkook in his tracks. It had been bad for Jungkook but it had been absolutely shitty for Phillip. Usually, Jungkook would be understand, maybe even sympathise but he’s angry still.
“I have a list of questions and answers prepared, the two of you will absolutely stick to it” Claudia says handing the two drivers a big stack of papers. Jungkook is ready to leave the garage when Phillip jogs up to him.
“Look, you were right, I let my ego get the best of me. Can we hash it out with dinner?” Phillip asks tapping Jungkook on his shoulder. “I have dinner plans with my girlfriend” Jungkook dismisses the proposal immediately and Phillip lets out a defeated sigh.
This has been the worst week of his life, and watching the office with you is a great escape. “Why are you so fidgety tonight?” Phillip asks as he plops on the sofa with a big bowl of popcorn. There was only one reason for you being this fidgety, Jungkook had planned a romantic dinner, he picked out a restaurant and everything but you had to cancel last minute. Leaving Phillip while he’s a whinny, complaining mess was just not an option.
“I had coffee after 6” you dismiss shovelling a bunch of popcorn in your face.
You: I’m so sorry … You: I promise to make up for this, no matter what it takes You: Jungkook please respond to my texts
Another episode starts and Phillip sits up, wanting to ask you something all this while.
“so, um, I know you had a few therapy sessions after your incident. How did you go about it?” Phillip asks and you finally realise why he wanted to hang out, he was anxious about therapy.
“I’m still in therapy” you say and Phillip looks at you like he doesn’t believe you.
“Therapy can be a difficult, excruciating process, first they usually start with ‘Why do you think you’re here’” you say and Phillip sits up straight, really thinking the question through.
“I have some serious self-esteem issues, it sometimes feels like people give me their time of the day only when I’m successful, and that terrifies me of losing” Phillip’s honestly stuns you, he isn’t the kind to be vocal about his emotions.
“How did your first session go?” Phillip asks, as he turns to look at you.
“So much crying, I remember falling crying to sleep, the first few sessions would leave me exhausted”  your head falls back with exhaustion just thinking about it.
“I feel like a bad sibling for letting you crying to sleep, I wish I was there for you” Phillip says reaching for your arm and patting it.
“You were there for me Phillip, and time went by and the thoughts in my head started terrorising me less and less every day.” You are getting a little chocked up just thinking about it, you can’t help but play with the ring signifying your past. 
“But you have to be patient, even when the process feels like it’s pushing you to your limits. When it starts feeling like too much, you come to me and we’ll watch the office together” you say and Phillip smiles thankfully.
Phillip leaves after a while, mumbling something about having to call Maya and you’re still stuck on the sofa. Jungkook hasn’t responded to any of your texts and you can already imagine the first fight. Playing with the key card to his hotel room, you’ve missed him so much and a fight is worth having if you get to see him.
His room is pitch dark as it always is as he falls asleep, and you stubbing your toe against the table is enough to wake him up. Jungkook groans as he sits up, resting his naked torso against the headboard. Dodging his eyes you slide into bed beside him, the stiff silence in the room making you anxious.
“Phillip has been in a terrible condition and I just couldn’t tell him I had plans when he wanted to talk to me” you say and Jungkook sighs, turning his head towards you.
“I understand ___” Jungkook says as his hand intertwines with yours.
“You do?” your voice is laced with extreme shock, not expecting this response at all.
“Yes, did I want to spend some quality time with you, also yes” Jungkook says and you turn to face him too.
“How about, tomorrow, we wake up bright and early and have a breakfast date before practice?” you ask and Jungkook answers with a soft kiss. The kiss just intensifies as Jungkook pulls you in his laps, his hands grasping your waist tightly.
Things are starting to get hot and heavy, you can feel his bulge against your centre and it’s driving you insane. Jungkook snaps out of it as your nails leaves some marks around his neck.
“___” he whispers your name as his forehead rests on yours, his hot breath fanning your flushed cheeks.
“We should go back to sleep if we want to be up early tomorrow” Jungkook can’t believe the sheer restraint he’s showing. The two of you snuggle as close as humanly possible and Jungkook sighs against your hair, tonight he’s fine with just getting to fall asleep with you in his arms.
Race 15 Singapore Grand Prix 2020
“How does it feel being back in Singapore? You left an impressive mark as a mercedes reserve driver just a year ago and now you’re second on the drivers’ championship, what a year it has been” the interviewer asks and Jungkook smiles widely, thinking back to his year.
“Singapore is always going to be special to me and after the win last weekend the team and I are trying to maximize out chances for the championship” Jungkook answers and another interviewer stands up to ask another question.
“Talking about team, how is the tension in the Ferrari garage after the incident in Netherlands?” Jungkook was expecting this question, and Phillip tenses up beside him the second he clears his throat to answer it.
“Well, tensions can be high in this sport when the difference between P1 and P2 are hundredth of second, but we’re working on keeping it civil, Phillip and I are in couples therapy of sorts” Jungkook adlibs the last part, but based on the approving smile Claudia gives, he did good.
“Hey, can we talk?” Phillip asks as they’re leaving the press conference. Jungkook just mutters a sure as they quietly walk to the Ferrari garage.
“I never really apologised to you” Phillip says sitting opposite the Jungkook, the hospitality area is empty after the practice.
“You don’t need to” “No, I do need to. You’ve been nothing but nice to me and I’m been an absolute piece of shit” Phillip says and Jungkook chuckles, trying to ease the situation.
“Since I fucked up my chances at the championship this year. I’m not going to block you, anymore” this is uncharacteristic for Phillip, Jungkook doesn’t know if he’s being serious or not.
“Phillip, I’ve admired you as a driver because of how competitive you are. And our competition is what makes racing fun, I don’t want you to stop fighting till the end” Jungkook says and Phillip chuckles, crossing his legs.
“Let’s just steer away from costing the team millions in damages, but there are seven races left, anything can happen” “You’re a polite motherfucker, game on Jeon”
Jungkook is back at the podium after a difficult race, he was sweaty, exhausted but it’s nothing compared to being drenched by champagne.
He spots you cheering and sends a wink your way, all he wishes was for a congratulatory kiss from you, a kiss that tells the entire world that you are with him.
But he waits till he’s back at your hotel room, pinning you against a wall, he hungrily kisses you, his hot hands wandering under your shirt.
“Take off your shirt” you whisper in his ear, tugging on the red ferrari polo. Jungkook toned abdomen distracts you for a second, and Jungkook takes advantage of it, unbuttoning your shirt.
“___ are you sure? We can wait” his question makes you contemplate for a full few seconds.
“How about we test the waters instead” “Third base?” Jungkook asks picking you up as your legs wrap around him instinctually.
Jungkook sits on the bed, you still on his lap as he takes a quick look at you, you seem to shiver with anticipation for what’s about to happen.
“Have I told you just how pretty you are” he says pushing some of your hair out of your face.
“You have, but right now I need you to lay back so I can suck your dick” you surprise him by pushing him back in bed.
“I’m going to fall in love with you if you keep talking like that” he moans lightly at the last part as you cup his bulge. “That’s the plan baby”
Jungkook is not so gently tugging on your nipple as another finger enters you, making you moan even louder. Your hips are shaking with an orgasm as Jungkook reaches for you lips, kissing them gently. Exhausted after the activities of this night, he plops on the bed beside you, the two of you still breathing very heavily.
There’s comfortable silence as Jungkook stands up and returns with a clean towel, wiping you off and getting you some water.
“___, baby, please say something, I’m kinda starting to freak out. You have this stoic look and I don’t know if you regret what just happened-“ “I don’t, I just can’t think straight still” you say standing up and slipping on one of his t-shirt.
“So, you don’t regret it?” he asks sitting back on the bed.
“Of course, I don’t, I’ve just, um, this is new to me and I don’t know how to react and I’m so exhausted and can I just say, the thing you did with your tongue, WOW” you say sitting on his lap and circling your arms around him.
“I could say the same ___, about the tongue thing” Jungkook confesses as his neck flushes, just thinking about the earlier events.
“Kook, I’m glad you were my first about tonight, and will be many more of my firsts for more things. If you were any other guy, you’d be impatient, needy, definitely wouldn’t have waited three months to go third base. So, thank you for being patient, kind, caring and so fucking handsome it’s unreal” you say and Jungkook breaks another one of his shy smiles, they’re pretty rare so you savour them.
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Race 16 Japanese Grand Prix 2020
There’s a camera on the study table as you step out the washroom, still drying your hair.
“What’s with the camera?” you ask Jungkook who’s sorting the two of your luggage in the closet. There was a week off and while most drivers chose to fly home, Jungkook had convinced you into a four-day trip in South Korea.
“I want to document our first trip, now come on we have to be places” the camera focuses on you for the most time as the two of you explore Seoul, you might have to fly back just for the food.
The inevitable happens during day 2 in Seoul, Jungkook’s spotted and asked for some pictures. Now you understand why Jungkook insisted on you wearing a mask and cap, because you just take a few steps away from him, letting people take as many pictures as they can.
“I’m so sorry guys but I’m out with my girlfriend” Jungkook says to the enthusiastic group of people. He jogs up to you, intertwines his hand with yours and kind of pulls you along.
“Why’d you do that?” you ask as you sit in the rented car beside him. “Do what?” Jungkook asks sheepishly, knowing exactly what you’re asking him.
“Announce to the world that you have a girlfriend” “I think you just answered my question” you check twitter a few hours later, and of course the biggest mystery is who is the ferrari golden boy dating.
“Did it hurt?” you ask as your fingers gently hover around the first tattoo Jungkook just got.
“Hurt when I fell from heaven?” he jokes and you scoff getting out of your boots.
“The tattoo you dumbass,” “I like dumbass more than baby, but I did almost like a constant ant bite, not too severe but present” Jungkook says as you fall back on the bed, a little too tired from todays walking around.
“I’ve always wanted one but I can never commit” you say tracing lines on your arm, thinking of exactly what tattoo you want.
“I made a pact with myself, every time I go through something difficult, once the difficult part is over, I’d get a tattoo. To remind myself of the pain but also to have something that symbolised me getting through it” he says plopping on the bed beside you, and you turn pushing some of his hair away.
“What difficult part compelled this one?” “June last year, my racing future was looking pretty bleak. I couldn’t afford another year of being a reserve driver after 13 years of time and money invested to get me to Formula 1. I was terrified and anxious, wondering what the next year was going to look like, and by luck I was given one saving chance. And a year later, I’m in love, driving for ferrari and in the lead for the championship” Jungkook’s voice and eyes both hold you in place, with a magnetic hold.
“You love me?” you whisper and Jungkook snaps out of it, realising what he just blurted out.
“I have for some time now, I was waiting for the right time and I guess today is it. ___ I know we’re taking it slow and there’s no kind of pressure-“ he stops talking when a big bright smile appears on your face, the same one he saw the morning he kissed you.
“I love you Jungkook” you say throwing your arms around him and pulling him closer for a kiss and a million others.
Apparently, the complete paddock saw the thousands of tweets speculating the identity of Jungkook’s girlfriend. A usually boring driver’s parade in Japan is turned into a speculative morning with a million questions for him. 
“How long has it been going on?” Lando asks and Phillip nods enthusiastically, wanting a scoop of gossip too.
“Five months” Jungkook answers nonchalantly and Lando is hooting immediately.
“Five months? How come she hasn’t been at the paddock yet” Phillip asks and Jungkook is a little stunned, having to decide between how much he has to lie.
“We’re just kinda taking it slow, and with press and fans involved it can get intense” Jungkook answers honestly, omission isn’t lying.
“That is pretty smart, one day you’re in a chill romantic relationship, next day all of the internet is too involved in everything you do” Phillip speaks from experience.
“How’d you meet each other?” Lando shoots another question and Jungkook smiles tightly, knowing he can’t get away from them.
“Common friends” Jungkook is kinda right about this, at least that’s what he tells himself.
“Jesus, you can’t even just think of her without smiling, can you?” Phillip say smacking his shoulder ever so slightly.
“I’m in love” Jungkook confesses like a love sick idiot, glad to be talking about you with someone other than Sora.
Race 17 United States Grand Prix 2020
“I have exams next week, I’m sorry if I can’t drop everything and be in Vegas with you” you say on the phone and Jungkook groans getting out the car.
“But I thought we could blow stupid amount of money on crap we don’t need, and when we do get sloshed, I would have kissed you this time” he says locking the car as he follows one of the manager that leads him up to his room.
“As tempting as a sloppy make out sounds, you know how bad I’m at history. And if you want a well educated girlfriend with a respected job in the future, you’ll stop whining, get changed into something classy and go out and have some fun” Jungkook can imagine you sitting sternly as you say that.
“Okay, fine, I’ll go out with Lando and we’ll gamble a stupid amount of money, will that make you happy” Jungkook says as the manager hands him the hotel room key with a big smile.
“Oh so happy, but remember to buy me something expensive with all the money you win”
“How can you be so sure that I’m going to be winning tonight?” he asks as he opens the hotel room, dropping his bag in the hallway.
“Honey, you’re going to be winning tonight” Jungkook doesn’t just hear your voice from the phone, he also hears it from the room in the suite.
“I thought you had to study” Jungkook whispers, not believing you are sitting in his bed.   
“And I thought we could play strip notecard game, every answer I get wrong you remove an article of clothing” you say pointing to the huge stack of notecards you’ve been studying through.
“That isn’t right, you’ll just be answering wrong on purpose” he says sitting on the and pulling you closer by your chin.
“There’s a twist, for every five answers I get wrong, you add back another layer of clothing” you say pecking his lips, ever so gently.
You are starting to regret the romantic, sexy, fun game because you forgot to factor in your boyfriends stupid level of competitiveness. “Come on baby, you’re one wrong answer away from me putting back my jeans” he teases as you continue to huff about the difficult question, getting more and more worried about the coming test.
“Oh! I am so infuriated by you right now, it’s past mid night, we should have already had sex by now” you complain as you scoot closer to him and swat the notecards away from him.
“I’m not losing this game ___” he says as you sliding even closer, eventually landing back in his lap.
“You hate losing, don’t you?” you ask grinding against his growing hard dick.
“I do, but I also-“ Jungkook stops talking the second you slide off your sweater that’s been hiding your naked tits.
“I think I’m going to be winning this one” you whisper against his ear, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek and pulling back.
“Baby, I don’t think I’m going to be hypnotised by your tits, this terrible game just proved how much you need to be studying, and jesus christ” he whispers the last part as cup one of your breasts, and Jungkook knows he’s lost this game.
“I might be losing this one but first, I’m going to fuck you till you see the stars for teasing me all night. And second, we’re going to sit down and study because I can’t have you failing on my watch” Jungkook says flipping you around and pinning you down.
“Failing, like you’re failing right now” you say and he groans as his lips hover over yours.
“I love how cocky you are” “More than you love me?” you ask daringly as his lips touch yours.
“Nothing is bigger than my love for you ___” that’s the last thing Jungkook says before he accomplishes the task of turning you into a moaning and shaking mess.
“I wanted us to go to a male strip show but Phillip is being a little bitch about it” Maya says as the two of you walk to the ferrari hospitality for the race.
“How about we tell him that we’re going shopping and sneak out and catch a sexy little show” you suggest and Maya scoffs.
“Phillip knows me too well, he’s going to know I’m lying” “Well, it’s easier to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission” you say as the two of you sit down on a sofa.
“Is that your strategy with dating Jungkook and not telling Phillip about it” she gives you a pointed look as she says that, Maya has tried her best to not pester you about it, but she’s getting concerned.
“It is the 21st century, I don’t need anyone permission to date anyone-“ “As much as I love a good feminist rant, you and I both know it’s not about permission but rather keeping things from your brother. Important things like dating his team mate, who he’s had a sort of turbulent relationship, and they’re finally getting along” Maya says as the two of you look at the two drivers discussing something pre-race.
“I know, that’s why Jungkook and I have decided to tell him after the final race. Once the season is over and everyone is a little relaxed, then maybe we four could even do a trip to the Bahamas” Jungkook and you had talked about this, extensively.
“Jungkook wanted to come clean earlier, but we’re just in this romantic cocoon and everything feels so right and we don’t want to change anything, for as long as we can” you say and Maya smiles supportively, she can absolutely understand the romantic bliss you’re in right now.
“He’s the one isn’t he” Maya asks and you’re too distracted to answer her, Jungkook and you hold each other’s eyes through the distance and it’s hard to look away.
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Race 18 Mexican Grand Prix 2020
It was exam week, and you were starting to give up on the idea of college. The night before the test, you remembered exactly why you dropped out in the first place, but you don’t have to time to freak out, you need to be studying.
“___?” your father ass knocking on your door. He comes in and places a warm cup of hot coco on your desk.
“It’s just an exam” he says running a hand through the hair you might have been pulling on too much.
“But what if I fail at this too” you say, biting your lip as an attempt to not cry. Your father sighs, sitting across you on your bed.
“You didn’t fail at figure skating, you cracked half your body giving your best and you’re still sitting here, that’s not failure honey. You’ve given your best before a million times before during each competition, I’m sure you can do it again” these words of reassurance are all you needed, your father isn’t the biggest touchy feely person, but tonight he is.
“And you are too fiercely independent to be someone’s trophy wife, so I have the utmost faith in you” he says as he again ruffles your hair, trying to soothe you a little.
“That is the best compliment I’ve received, ever” you are feeling a little better after talking to him and the warm cup of coco, you’re not as anxious as you drift off to sleep.
Jungkook knows he should be mediating right now, it’s his pre-race ritual that he sticks to religiously. But today he’s all sorts of distracted, waiting for a text or call from you. Today was the last exam and during the week, there’s been a few texts from you, he understands that you’re busy. But he still got his hopes up about a sweet good luck text.
Usually there’s quietness from Phillip’s side of the driver room, but today he seems to be talking to someone. The voices aren’t clear but Jungkook hears a ‘I told you it was going to be fine’, he assumed Phillip is on call with you and sticks his ear to the shared wall, not one of Jungkook’s proudest moment.
“I can’t believe the questions were so easy, I was kinda prepared for the worse” Jungkook’s suspicious are proven right when he hears your voice through the wall, making him feel a little less stupid about this.
Jungkook shakes with surprise when his phone vibrates against his thigh, You: I know you’re deep in your meditation right now, so I’m not going to disturb you. You: Good luck on the race! Please be safe ❤️ You: I love you ❤️ You: And I crushed my tests, like you told me I was going to You: I’ll see you in Brazil ❤️
Jungkook doesn’t reply right away, too distracted blushing over the fact that you were indeed thinking of him.
“My father has always been a major racing fan, and he’d take my sister and I karting all the time, somewhere along the way I started doing it competitively and here I am” Jungkook answers the podcasters question of how he got into racing.
“What about you sister?” “She found her computer more interesting, she works in big data now” Jungkook answers jokingly. They go back and forth about this season, team, other teams, strategy and other technical stuff.
“You’ve had one of the most phenomenal F1 debut in the history, and the build up has been keeping everyone on their heels. What does it mean to win the championship this year?”
“Everything, it literally has been building up for 13 years. This was an incomprehensible dream to me just a year ago, there are some days when I wake up wondering if this has all been a very vivid dream” Jungkook says and the host nods knowingly.
“How is your relationship with Ferrari looking like, they signed you for two years last year, do you think this relationship is going to extend” they ask and Jungkook chuckles, sitting up straight.
“I think I’ve done everything in my ability to prove to ferrari that I’m a driver worth having on their team, and right now the future looks positive” Jungkook says, alluding to a possible contract extension.
“We’ve covered your racing career extensively, how about a few questions about your personal life” the host asks and Jungkook smirks, knowing this was coming all this time.
“You were spotted with your girlfriend in Seoul and not since, is the relationship over” “It’s the opposite, we are in a very relationship, we just want to stay away from the cameras and media for as long as possible. The attention on me has been immense since I started with Ferrari, while I absolutely am grateful for the fans love and attention, I also have this wish to protect her for all kinds of attention that comes along with dating me” Jungkook answers and the host sits up with another question.
“You haven’t invited her to the paddock yet, will she be here cheering for you winning in Abu Dhabi?” “We haven’t discussed it yet, but wherever she is, she’ll be cheering for me” Jungkook answers pragmatically, giving away as least information as he can.
Race 19 Brazilian Grand Prix 2020
“Put the white t-shirt down Kook” you threaten him jokingly as he down put down the t-shirt. After persuading Jungkook for a mere few seconds, he’d agreed for you to help him shop. He’s been wearing ferrari merch like uniform and desperately needs help, as you put it gently.
“We can get a white t-shirt, but not the plain kind, something with waffling that looks classy by itself but also great under a blazer or jacket” you say picking up another thing for Jungkook to try on.
“What kinda clothes do you want?” you ask and he hums with wonderment.
“I like your style, shirts, knit sweaters, also that half zipper jumper you love, I need multiple of those” he says feeling a sweater and you stand there, delighted.
“Also, a few straight fit jeans, I’m bored of the skinny ones, and a chunky pair of sneakers, also a good bomber jacket” the list of stuff Jungkook wants just rolls off his tongue, and you snicker, thinking back to his earlier statement of ‘I don’t need new stuff’
“What about you? New handbag? Boots?” “I was thinking a skirt, now that the surgery scars on my thigh are fading, I want to try skirts again” you mention and Jungkook eye’s light up immediately, pulling you to the women’s section.
“Baby I want you to dress however you feel comfortable, but I’d also like to make a formal request to add skirts back in your rotation” Jungkook pleads as you spin around to give him a good look of the leather skirt.
The two of you sigh with exhaustion as you sit down on the park bench, Jungkook’s arm immediately comes around your shoulder, your face nestling on his chest.
After a long morning of shopping, you surprised him with a fancy dinner at a restaurant, a rare event for two of you together. You feel contentment as you feel his warmth, contentment is something you haven’t felt in a while.
Turning to look up at him, you smile lifting your face to look him in the eyes. “Why don’t you ever ask me about my accident?” you have been wondering about this for a while now.
He bites his lip as he thinks his answer through, “I’ve wanted to, but I also don’t want you to think of the accident again” he answers truthfully, and to his surprise you smile encouragingly.
“Ask me, I really want you to know” “How did it happen?” a simple question has you back on the ice.
You tell him about the night before an important competition, you had a complicated routine and wanted to practice a few times before the morning came. The ice rink was especially quiet as you slid across, calming yourself with a few deep breaths you begin the routine effortlessly. Everything feels natural till it comes to the triple axel, you knew you were doing it wrong the second your feet were off the ground, falling flat on your face.
You felt some blood on your lips, your nose was possibly bleeding but you attempted the jump again and failing, concussing yourself. By the third attempt you were crying because of frustration and fear for tomorrow, but you end back on your feet, having handed a perfect triple axel.
“So, you landed the move?” Jungkook asks with confusion, this is not what he was expecting.
“I did, and I was confident as I left the rink, but I was also very concussed. Nothing felt off till I walked to the stairs to get out the centre, I was holding on to something as I was lightheaded, one miss step and I was barrelling down the stairs, that’s what injured me” you say as you remember shutting your eyes with pain as you lay on the cold concrete, multiple parts of your body feeling broken.
“A maintenance worker found me bleeding and next thing I remembered was Phillip sobbing as he called out my name” you say and other tear escapes your eyes, his warm hand, wipes it away again.
“I was so happy being able to do a graceful triple axel and down went my dreams” you whisper snuggling even closer to him.
“I had a broken back, shattered hip and bleeding from my head but I’m still here, it could’ve been worse. I could have died if I bled out on that concrete floor for another hour” you shudder thinking about the what could haves of that night.
Jungkook doesn’t know if his words could ever comfort you, so he kisses your forehead as he wipes away another string of tears.
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Race 20 Qatar Grand Prix 2020
“___, I have to leave for qualifying soon, I can’t be late” Jungkook complains as you look for something in your luggage. You’d just landed in Qatar and came straight to his hotel room.
“I know for a fact that you have another half hour to spare, so sit your ass down” your sternness does make him sit on the bed, usually he likes to get to the garage a little earlier than expected, but not today.
He looks at you with confusion as you place a small velvet box in his hands. Opening it, he discovers a dainty silver chain, and his confusion just grows.
“I was 15 and it was my first time competing at the Olympic level. Apparently, in figure skating wearing a necklace is considered a good luck charm, but I didn’t have one before the competition. So, my mother removed this chain and put it around my neck, I made a ring out of the pendent, and the chain is a very late birthday present for you” you explain with a soft smile.
“It indeed turned out to be a good luck charm for me, and now it’s yours” you continue and the endeared smile on his face only grows.
“This is too personal, don’t you want to keep something your late mother gave you?” he asks closing the box and his hands reach for yours.
“I want you to have my good luck charm, especially when I’ll too busy to attend your races because I’ll be busy at university next few years” you had already started with university interviews and were hopeful.
“Years? You think we’re in it for the long haul?” Jungkook asks and you mumble a simple yes and a hopeful smile.
“I think so too” Jungkook whispers as he kisses your lips, today he could care less about being late.
Race 21 Saudi Arabian Grand Prix 2020
Jungkook was cornered into a meeting with Namjoon and Claudia after the race. He didn’t know what to expect as he walked into that office but the stoic look on their faces didn’t sit right with him.
“Congratulations on the win” Claudia says as he takes the seat opposite him.
“Thanks” Jungkook says picking up the envelope Claudia put in front of him. He gingerly opens the envelope, and to his surprise, it contains a few blurry pictures of you and him at a restaurant, possibly from Brazil.
“Is that ___ Lee and you?” Claudia asks and Jungkook nods, putting the pictures down.
“Are you dating ___?” she asks and he mumbles a yes, not understanding the point of all this.
“Break up” she says strictly and Jungkook looks at her with bafflement, expecting for her to explain.
“I just got done dealing with all sorts of articles pitting Phillip and you against each other, a sponsor almost pulled out after all that bad press we got after you almost fighting Phillip in front of camera’s. We’re exhausted with the gossip, so break up with ___” she explains standing up, ready to leave.
“Ferrari is willing to discuss the terms of your contract extension once this is done” those are the last things Claudia says before she leaves.
Jungkook and Namjoon have been sitting in silence for long enough for it to start feeling awkward.
“So, ferrari is threatening me to break up with ___?” Jungkook asks, still not done processing the earlier conversation.
“They wouldn’t have cared if you were dating anyone other than your team mates sister, why didn’t you tell me?” Namjoon asks, massaging his forehead.
“Why didn’t I tell you what? That I’m dating ___ or that I’m dating my team mates sister” Jungkook asks raising his voice a little.
“You know it’s the latter, if not you’d have told me. You knew this could’ve been an issue, that why you hid it from me Jungkook” Namjoon reasons, staying as calm as ever.
“I’m sorry but I’m not doing that” Jungkook protest, standing up.
“Let me give you a scenario, you don’t comply, ferrari doesn’t extend their contract with you so all of next year you’re treated as their number 2 driver who doesn’t win the championship, out of a contract, your relationship with ferrari absolutely ruined. A top team will be sceptical signing you, given how ferrari didn’t have confidence in you because of a two-year contract. You end up at a mid-field team, the car’s okay, but not world championship winning, you spend another two, maybe three years with them, again out of a contract. What is your next step? To be out of a seat again by 25 because you stood up to Ferrari?” Namjoon’s voice is a decibel louder than it usually is.
“You’re willing to throw it all away for love? For someone you’ve loved for less than a year? You’ve loved racing for 13 fucking years Jeon Jungkook!” Namjoon says standing up too, wanting Jungkook to understand this, loud and clear.
“Jungkook you’re young, ask her to wait a few years” Namjoon asks softly, noticing how red and watery Jungkook’s eyes are.
“If it’s meant to be, you’ll find your way back to each other” Namjoon tries and comfort him with a soft pat on his arm.
Jungkook feels sick as he walks into his hotel room, you seem to have fallen asleep, the food you ordered for the two of you long cold. Just the image of you sleeping calmly in his bed is freaking him out, rushing to the restroom, he splashes his face, not knowing what to do next.
“Kook?” you call out for his name, him coming into the room having woke you up.
“Go back to sleep, I need a quick shower” Jungkook shouts from the restroom, not wanting to look you in the eyes right now.
Jungkook picks up your book and takes off your glasses as he gets back to bed, his hands softly caressing your face but he snaps himself out of it.
He’s wide awake as he slides in the bed, he keeps a respectful distance but you cease it all by cuddling into his chest.
“Did something come up?” you ask as your face presses into his naked chest.
“Kinda, did you have dinner?” Jungkook asks and you nod a yes.
“Did you?” you ask looking up as your eyes barely open.
“I feel like I’m going to throw up” Jungkook says and you force your eyes open, to get a good look at him.
“Do you want some water, medicine?” “I just need to sleep it off” Jungkook whispers as he nuzzles even closer. He can deal with his issues tomorrow, tonight he just wants to fall asleep with you in his arms.
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Race 22 Abu Dhabi 2020
Jungkook: I got you a separate hotel room, I really need some time by myself and I don’t want us to fight about this Jungkook: Just get the key card from reception You: Why are you pushing me away? Jungkook: I’m not pushing you away, tomorrow is one of the most important race of my life. I don’t think I’m asking too much by wanting some time by myself You: You aren’t asking for too much, it’s just so unlike you and it worries me Jungkook: Well don’t, I’ll see you in the morning You: Call me if you can’t sleep Jungkook: Thanks
Jungkook feels sick to his stomach as he rereads the text exchange between the two of you. He hasn’t been able to breath properly since the comms meeting last weekend, it might have affected his qualifying today as he starts tomorrows race at P7, not at a winning position.
Jungkook knows what he has to do, he just can’t bring himself to do something he though he’d never have to do.
Like promised you do see him in the morning, more like late afternoon once he’d done training. One good look at him and you can see he’s not been sleeping well.
“Jungkook, you’re starting to scare me, what’s wrong?” you ask taking a seat on the bed beside him.
“Last week, Ferrari agreed to extend my contract” he prefaces with good news before he unleashes the ugly truth.
“Isn’t that good news” you ask as your hand comes up to caress his cheek, to your surprise he flinches because of your touch.
“They had some stipulation, well one to be exact” he whispers looking at his hands shamefully as you retract your hand. Jungkook’s trying his best to form the next sentence in his mind, wanting it to come across as gently as it can.
“Kook, whatever it is, it must be worth agreeing to. Driving for Ferrari has been your dream, just say yes” your soft voice triggers another set of tears in his eyes.
“Is it worth agreeing to if I lose you in the process?” he asks looking you in the eyes and watches as you bite your lip with confusion, wanting him to explain.
“They want me to break up with you, they don’t want me dating my teammate’s sister because they don’t want any more gossip or bad press and I wanted to scoff in their faces, I really did. But I-“ he’s at a loss of words when he notices the tears in your eyes too.
“­­___ I don’t want to do this, but I don’t want to throw my career away for love and later regret that” Jungkook pleads as you stand up to get away from him.
“Okay” you whisper, “Okay? You’re okay with this-“ “How the fuck can I be okay with this but it seems like you and I don’t have a say in this matter, DO WE?” you yell as your eyes turn red with anger.
“___, please-“ “Do I want you to fight them and keep dating me, yes. But between the two of us, I’m the only one who’s had to give up on a dream without having any say in it, and it’s painful and frustrates the life out of me, so please for the love you have for me, let me go” you can’t help but be rational about this, seeing him like this is making your heart hurt.
His eyes are fixed at you as he watches you, he wants you to fight for this relationship. “The idea of letting you go hurts too much ___” he says as he stands up too, taking small steps till he’s face to face with you.
No words could encompass every emotion you’re feeling, reaching onto him one last time, you bring his face closer to yours, his forehead touching yours.
“I love you” you whisper one last time and Jungkook ceases all the distance, his lips kissing you with desperation. You can taste the salty tears on his lips as you peck him one last time before pulling away.
The kisses turn into a tight hug and as each second passes, Jungkook knows he has a second less with you. He kisses the top of your head as your tears stain his polo. The moment is interpreted by loud knocks, followed by Namjoon’s voice.
“Jungkook, we’re ready to leave for the race” his manager announces and Jungkook sighs, pulling you even closer.
“Promise me something” you ask as you begrudgingly pull away. “Win the championship tonight” you ask and he sighs with defeat, he’s not in a headspace to driver, or even win.
“And remember, that’ll I’ll aways be cheering for you” you say as you leave a soft kiss on his cheek before you walk out that hotel room.
“Jungkook last two laps, you’ve .1 second away from Hamilton” the engineer announces over radio and Jungkook zooms through, fighting to overtake.
“And Jeon manoeuvres another overtake at turn 3, AND HE OVERTAKES THE MERCEDES” the crowd cheers as Jungkook zoom’s through entering the last lap. Usually when he’s inside the car, his mind is blank, only focus being driving. But tonight, as he zooms through, a montage of the last six months of his life is on replay once again.
“Jeon Jungkook you are the 2020 World Champion!!!” his engineer is practically yelling on radio as the montage starts to disappear in his mind.
His face is stained with tears as he gets rid of the balaclava, for a minute he’s overcome with joy as he team hugs with shouts and cheers. But it all starts to come crashing to him as he’s standing on the podium, looking around and not seeing your face in the crowd.
As he returns to the empty hotel room, Jungkook feels like the biggest loser. He reaches for the velvet diary you gifted him early this season. His finger traces the little note you left on the first page. Whether you win or lose, it’s going to be okay!
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Phillip’s 30th Birthday (2022)
The Monaco breeze sends a chill down your spine as you take Christian’s hand as he guides you up the yacht. You watch as the water glimmers under the late evening sun, Christian’s hand still on the small of your back as you make small talk with some acquaintance.
“So, congratulations on the pregnancy” you whisper to Maya as she’s chokes on the tiramisu.
“How’d you kno- I’m not showing yet, am I? I haven’t told Phillip yet and it’s a big surprise for him, and shut up!” Maya is clearly a little panicked about the complete ordeal.
“Again, how did you know?” Maya asks as you pass her a wicked smile, sipping on your champagne.
“You weren’t drinking and I took a shot in the dark, oh my god you’re really pregnant” you’re starting to freak out just thinking about it, and your freaking out does not help Maya. The freaking out doesn’t last for too long as you see a familiar face walk across from you.
“So, I didn’t tell you Jungkook was invited because I didn’t want you to cancel” Maya says and you turn to give her a look of disappointment.
“You never told me why you guys broke up?” Maya asks as you watch as Jungkook looks over at your side and you dodge his eyes.
“We were just fighting a lot, and we knew I was going to be busy with university and wouldn’t be able to see him as often. Breaking up seemed like the natural thing” you lie through your teeth as you down another glass of champagne.
Before Maya can shoot another question towards you, you notice Christian go up to Jungkook and talk to him.
“Christian, I think I should introduce you to some of my cousins” you say desperately, trying to stop your ex and your present boyfriend from talking.
Jungkook holds your eyes for a little too long, you haven’t seen him in the eyes since that night in Abu Dhabi and it’s hard to look away.
“Of course, darling, we were just talking about the upcoming race in Monaco. I think we should attend it” Christian’s arm comes around your waist as he says that and Jungkook has to physically look away.
“I’d be great but I have midterms in a week” you answer noticing how familiar the sweater Jungkook is wearing, it’s the half zipper you helped him pick out.
“Midterms? What university did you get accepted into?” Jungkook asks and Christian answers before you can, “University of Oxford, we met on ___’s first day. She was late for her first lecture, I was rushing to submit an assignment. We collided into each other; her coffee ruined my project. To make up for it, she offered to buy me dinner and the rest is history” Christian says the last part as he turns to look at you lovingly, but there’s just a uncomfortable smile on your lips. Jungkook has a million questions to ask you, but seeing you with some other man is making him sick.
“Well good talking to you” Christian says cheerfully as you tug on his arm again.
“Likewise,” Jungkook says with a small voice, as he watches the two of you walk away.
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Race 22 Abu Dhabi 2024
A rush of memories come back to yobtu as Maya and you walk into the Ferrari hospitality. You haven’t been on the paddock since Jungkook and you broke up, and you’re here today only because it’s Phillip’s final race. Maya had a tumultuous pregnancy, and after Phillip missed the birth of his son, it was decided, he was going to retire. He’d had a good ten years as a driver, now it was the time for him to be a father.
“Hey, I’m going to go look for Phillip” Maya says as she walks off with baby Aiden. You are a little fidgety as you take a seat, not wanting to see Jungkook but at the same time also wanting to see him.
To your surprise, Jungkook walks in, hand in hand with Ava, his girlfriend now for a year. Ava and him met during an Armani photoshoot, the two of them hit it off right away.
Jungkook keeps her at an arm’s length as he goes around talking to a few people, you keep eyes on them like a creepy ex-girlfriend, wondering if this is what he’d been like you with publicly.
It's when Jungkook’s hand goes up to massage his neck that you notice the shining silver chain around his neck, why would he keep it after all these years? Or more importantly, why would he wear it after all these years?
The after party is a little out of control, the ferrari people are celebrating two things, Phillip retiring and Jungkook winning the championship for the third time.
“So, you’re graduating this spring?” A random dude in the club asks as he leans even closer to you.
“Yeah, with a degree in education” you say as your eyes wander around the club for a familiar place, you spot Jungkook by the bar.
He’s not by himself, he whisper’s something in Ava’s ear and she turn around to punch him on his shoulder and lean in for a kiss. That sight is enough for you to be done with this night, making your way out the crowd is difficult but you manage it somehow. You’re almost out the club when someone tug’s on your wrist.
“Can we talk?” Jungkook asks but doesn’t wait for your response as he’s pulling you someplace quiet.
“Congratulations” you mutter and he smiles dropping your wrist. Jungkook changed so much over the last four years, his hair is longer, his face seems mature, his left forearm is full of tattoos, he looks like a champion in his fancy clothes.
“Where’s Christian?” Jungkook asks the question that he’s been waiting to ask since he spotted you in the ferrari garage earlier today.
“He proposed so I cheated on him, because I was too much of a coward to break up with him. I was an ugly, messy end” you don’t have any filter as you talk to him, maybe it’s the vodka you chugged earlier today. His lips are agape with bafflement as he stares at you, not knowing what to say.
“Just tell me it’s going to be fine” you say with a teasing smile, repeating something you said to him years ago.
“I’m sure it’s going to be fine” Jungkook mutters with a wide smile, thinking back to 20 year old you, because 24 year old you is so different it’s hard to recognise.
You keep your naturally long hair in a bob now, so many piercings along your right ear, you dress in mostly darker colours now instead of the pastels you favoured earlier.
“Seriously, I’m so happy for you. Three championships you wouldn’t have won if you didn’t break up with me, two actually” you try and joke but your tone is a little too serious.
“Don’t say that” he whispers looking down at your hands and noticing the missing golden ring.
“It’s the bitter truth tho, how are you and Ava? You guys in love?” you ask bitterly, taking a step away from him.
“___, don’t make me feel guilty about moving on-“ “I’m not trying to, I’m just frustrated that you can move on as if we never happened and I’m still stuck feeling broken because I can’t get over you!” you shout as the tears start to well up in your eyes again.
Jungkook wants to reach out, pull you into a tight hug, whisper how everything is going to be fine, but he doesn’t. He has Ava now, and reaching out to you like this would just give you false hope. Instead, he watches as you walk away again.
Spring 2025, Phillip and Maya’s wedding
“You guys were supposed to sleep apart the night before the wedding!” you bark as the couple as you break into their hotel room.
The couple just groans as they barely life of the bed, you’re just thankful none of them is naked.
“I snuck in because Maya was freaking out about getting married” Phillip whispers as he’s clearly hungover.
“You’ve been dating for over seven years, have a four year child, how the fuck are you nervous about getting married?” you shout and Maya springs up in bed, “Oh my god! Where’s Aiden?”
“He’s with your parents, seriously how much did you guys drink-oh my god five bottles of wine!” you shout some more as you spot the bottles by the bed.
This immediately triggers Maya’s tears, she’s clearly very hungover too.
“I’m going to be hungover on my wedding day” Maya cries and Phillip turns to glare at you, like her being hungover is your doing and not his.
“I’m going to get you a smoothie that’ll either fix your hungover or make you throw up and not be sick anymore. Phillip, get out, the makeup and hair people are going to be here soon, and please for the love for your son, no more crying till the wedding. Got it?” you ask with a stern voice and the couple nods with uncertainty.
You thought you had delt with the last of today’s problem but there’s a nth knock on your hotel room.
“Who’s it?” you shout struggling with the zipper of your dress, another thing to add to your drawbacks of being single.
“Jungkook” he says as he nervously ruffles his hair again, had he been looking forward to seeing you all weekend? Yes. Does the idea of seeing you make him incredibly nervous? Also, yes.
You swing the door open with confusion and are met with Jungkook holding up a tie he’s obviously been struggling with.
“You’re the only person I could think of to ask for help” he says and you smile and nod letting him in, weirdly enough you back into the room with your front facing him.
“I thought you were bringing Ava?” you ask leaning against the door, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.
“Ava and I broke up, long long time ago, a year ago” Jungkook says as he stands by the bed, watching as you stay fixed by the door.
You whisper a ‘oh’ as you walk towards him. Jungkook can’t believes he’s in an another hotel room with you, he had convinced himself this was never going to happen again.
“I can help you with your tie only after you zip up my dress,” you say turning around and exposing your bareback to him.
Jungkook’s dazed for a second but he snaps himself out of it as you take all your hair towards the side. The movement earns a surprised gasp from Jungkook.
“You got a tattoo?” he says and finger has a mind of his own as it traces your soft skin, making you flinch under his touch.
“You got a hand flipping of on your lower neck?” he asks with amusement as he zips up your dress quickly.
“I was so drunk and I thought it would be a great idea to get this, so that I was flipping off everyone behind me. How’d they allow people so drunk they need subtitles to understand get a tattoo is beyond me” you grumble about that stupid night is college again, no matter how fun it was, it was stupid.
“A stupid but kinda cute tattoo is part of the college experience ___, I’m just glad you weren’t holed up in your apartment every night, crying while reading a book” he teases and you snatch the tie away from him.
“You only walked in on me sobbing while reading a book once-“ “Twice actually” he corrects you as you move closer to raise his collars, bantering just like in the past.
A quietness blankets the room again as you hand sternly tie the tie around his neck. Jungkook’s looking away, this proximity feels like too much. “About the last time we talked-“ Jungkook’s interrupted by more rapid knocking on your door.
“Phillip is missing, I can’t find Phillip, oh my god he ran away!” you recognise the voice that belongs to one of Phillip’s groomsmen.
“I, um, have to take care of that” you whisper looking in Jungkook’s eyes as you take a step away from him.
“Of course,” he says tightening the tie and fixing his jacket.
“Phillip’s not missing, you check with Maya’s parents because he might probably be with Aiden. I’ll go and kick his ass if he’s getting Maya drunk again” you spring into action mode, somehow running in 4-inch heels.
You’re thankful about the waterproof mascara as Phillip and Maya exchange their vows. It was a beautiful ceremony, the sun was setting as they walked off as husband and wife. As the night gets darker people start to get more liquored up. Walking up to the couple, you pull the two of them in a tight hug, “I can’t believe you stupid idiots are married!”
“Can you not call us stupid on out wedding day?” Phillip grumbles and you chuckle sarcastically.
“Sure, I can’t believe you morons are married” “Talking of morons, have you talked to Jungkook yet” Maya says and you grumble snatching her drink.
“I can’t believe you told him” you say giving Maya a pointed look.
“Husbands and wives aren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other” Phillip announces, a little too happy about this.
“Maybe we should tell Phillip about the time you stuffed ones into a very chiselled man’s-“ “Why are you going around ruining people’s relationships because your love life is miserable” Maya raises her voice just a little as she shuts you up, gathering attention from a few people around.
“Hey, my love life isn’t miserable I’m dating myself, oh who am I kidding. I haven’t been on a date in three months” you grumble snatching Phillip’s drink too and he just look at you with concern.
“Maybe you should go talk to him, and stop stealing people’s drinks” Phillip says as he pulls Maya along with him. Turning to face the rest on the party, you spot Jungkook talking to a woman on his table.
Jungkook finally gets rid of the woman who’s been eating his ear off for most of the reception, maybe his mother is right, he’s too polite. Jungkook scans the room for you, and not to his surprise you’ve escaped the party. But it doesn’t take him too long to find you, Jungkook spots you on the other side of the lawn, sitting on a park bench.
Knowing you startle easy, he clears his throat to let you know of his presence. You give him a shy smile as you watch him walk up to you.
“Can I have a dance?” he asks as he offers you a hand. You had almost forgotten the feeling on his warm rough hands against yours and you take his offer. The band switches to a soft romantic song right on que, like it fated to be, or more like Jungkook slipped them some money to do that.
The two of you savour the moment, a rare sweet moment. Your cheek rests against his chest while his arm snakes around your waist as you sway together. He gets a hit of your perfume and it’s the same soft, vanilla sent and it’s making him lose his train of thoughts.
“You were wrong” he mutters, gaining some courage to talk to you.
“Wrong about what?” you ask, moving your head to look up at him.
“Ava and I weren’t in love, she or any other woman was a mere distraction to not keep reminding me of you shaped hole in my heart” he whispers as he watches your chest heave.
“I have an arm full of tattoos because ever few months I’d delude myself into thinking I’m over you, get a tattoo to symbolise it and then a week later be back to zero” Jungkook says this for the first time out loud. The look on your face is unreadable, maybe he’s lost his chance with you.
Jungkook drops his arm from around you and takes a step back, wanting to respect you.
“I’m sorry for bringing up old wounds, when it comes to you I always manage to do the wrong this” Jungkook can already feel a migraine coming as he thinks of all the overthinking he’s going to be doing. This finally evokes an emotion in you, a frown but still an emotion.
“You didn’t do something wrong when you broke up with me Jungkook, you have to stop beating yourself up about it. You were put in a corner, and that was the only solution to the problem” you say as your hands come up to cradle his face.
“Sure, I was irrationally angry with you for a while, but then I’d see you win during a race and feel like maybe the pain was worth it” you say with a twinkle in your eyes and Jungkook chuckles looking down.
“And you kept winning, I have some suspicion that Phillip partly retired because he was sick of you and the South Korean national anthem after most races” you say in attempts to ease the tense moment and this does make him smile.
“I had my suspicions about that too, but I didn’t bring it up because I’m sure Phillip would’ve punched me” Jungkook says snaking his arms back around you.
“That was smart of you, Phillip would have punched you square in your pretty face” you say as you lean your cheek back against his chest.
“Pretty still? I think it’s more ruggedly handsome face now” he whines as the two of you start swaying again.
“Sure, Phillip would’ve punched your ruggedly handsome face” you give up and hear another round of chuckles from his side.
“I missed you” you say as you bring your arms around him, and just like that the twinkling is back to his eyes, maybe he still is pretty face.
“I love you, I mean I missed you, FUCK!” Jungkook shuts his eyes, the migraine is starting to assault his senses but the rapidly blinks his eyes when he hears your boisterous laughter.
“Is my misery funny to you Ms Lee?” he asks pulling you closer and you just nod, mouthing a very.
“If you were any other man who’d said what you just did, I’d be running out of here. But lucky for you, I never stopped loving you” you say as you lean in for a kiss, and with just one singular kiss it feels like the last few painful years never happened.
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Portrait of a Woman Masterlist
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Benedict paints the woman in his dream as per one Sir Henry Granville because, according to his mentor, when you paint the woman in your dream she will come to life. Only she does come to life, in the middle of the night, scaring the hell out of Benedict but not only that, she claims to be from the year 2023.
Preface: The dream
Chapter 1: Portrait of a Strange Woman
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deadloverscity · 2 months
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Vardeva edit with the first song that came to mind when I saw the movie for the first time!
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ctto 4 the gif !!
love for the mighty warrior.
pairing: neteyam x fem! omaticaya reader (part 1!!)
outgoing reader (usually), it girl of the clan, arranged marriage
prompt: you were the girl in the clan that showed the most promise from a young age, so of course you were going to be mated with toruk makto’s firstborn son. but you wanted to marry for love and could never be with him… or so you thought.
neteyam sully had always been the boy everyone talked about, he was the future olo’eyktan after all. you, however, had to work from birth just to be noticed by your fellow clan members. so naturally, you resented him just a bit. being a fierce and unwilling fighter had lost you many social opportunities, but it meant nothing as long as you were able to protect your people.
“mother…i could never be betrothed to him! why can’t they choose another woman, i’m sure there are many chomping at the bits to get a chance.” you complained, not understanding why you were being chosen for this horrible task.
“ma ‘ite, you must do this for our family! i know this must be hard for you, but he is well-respected and will treat you right.” she stroked your hair, trying to calm you down. out of anyone in this world, your mother was always the one who truly had your back.
after a while of cuddling with your mother, you accepted it. it probably wouldn’t be too bad. and you could always grow to love him, right? wrong. you felt completely stolen from and out of place. you never wanted to be tsahík, you wanted to lead warriors and win battles. so why now, just when things were going well for you?
—small time skip—
the olo’eyktan welcomed you into their home, beckoning you to have a seat. “welcome, young one, and thank you for accepting our offer. you have shown to be one of the best women in our clan, and i believe you and my son will be a lovely match.” he spoke powerfully, and even as tough as you were, you felt even stronger ones than you could not speak back to him.
you simply nodded, already having checked out mentally from the conversation. there was nothing you could or would do, simply for the sake of your mother. you understood your position, and as much as you resented having to do this, your love for your family and your people overpowered that, so you sucked it up.
“yes sir, i understand. i hope to provide a happy marriage to your son and a long-lasting future.” you said, even if you meant none of it. you just wanted to get this over with and return home to your family. this day had been so much to deal with. but as you were bowing and saying your goodbyes, neytiri, your future mother-in-law, spoke up.
“why don’t you two take a walk? get to know each other more, after all, you will have to spend your lives in unison.” she suggested, blissfully unaware to the fact that you wanted nothing more to leave and escape this nightmare you were living in. of course, you could do nothing but nod and wait for him to join you.
he spoke up, walking quickly to catch up to you, as you were on the verge of tears. today had been too overwhelming and this was just the icing on the cake. “so, i hear you are a huntress. that must be nice, not healing and instead fighting unlike all the other girls.” he remarked, only making you feel worse. why did he have to point out you weren’t like the other girls? was he saying you weren’t good enough for him?
“ah, yes.” you curtly said, not wanting to continue the topic further. he simply nodded and stopped walking, taking a good look at you. “i admire your resilience, (yn). this choice was not easy for me either, but i understand that it must be worse for you.”
he…understands? you thought he was cold-hearted and dissatisfied with you, how could he say such things? “you know, amongst my family there is a nickname my family calls me a lot. ‘mighty warrior.’ but i think it fits you quite well.” he said as he chuckled and tousled his braids a bit.
he thinks… that you are mighty? nervously stopping and bowing to him, you repeatedly thanked him, and noted that compliments from the future leader are a high honor. “i admire your strength and leadership skills as well. i hope our partnership turns to be fruitful.” you said, mostly monotone, not wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt just yet. just because he said nice things to you once doesn’t make the situation any less horrible.
“even if you didn’t mean it, receiving a compliment from the future tsahík is an honor to me as well. don’t be so formal, please. i don’t want it to be so awkward for you.” he said, as he grabbed your hands gently, looking into your eyes with sorrow. “i truly am sorry, (yn). i know it must hurt to have your freedom stripped from you, so please understand i am on your side. i will not rush things.” he said to you genuinely.
this was it. this was your breaking point. hearing that someone understood you made you burst into tears. holding it back for so long only made you hate the situation more, so you fell to the forest floor on your knees as you sobbed. “i was living so well… why now?” you choked out. you could barely make it through a sentence.
at first he just stood in shock, but then he hastily came to your side and began rubbing your back. “i would never get in the way of your progress and your life, please understand. i will support you and we can work through this together. please, do not cry.” somehow, his calming words and actions got you to stop crying. who knew the mighty warrior had such a heart of gold?
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Opposites Distract
Author: wylf_storm | Artist: TwinOne 
Posting on Friday April 12 
Castiel Novak’s life is normal. He works a tolerable job in a downtown office building on the twenty third floor, has exactly two friends, and absolutely no love life to speak of. But despite the drudgery of his work, Castiel loves his job for an unconventional reason - the man in the building next door. He’s everything Castiel ever dreamed of, and will probably never have, because they work in opposite buildings, have never spoken, and have no reason to meet. There’s absolutely nothing to indicate the man might be harbouring a crush of his own in return. Castiel knows that the man going out of his way to share a look with him every day from across the distance that separates them means absolutely nothing. An incident with the office printer brings Castiel and his mystery man much closer than either of them expected, and suddenly it’s obvious there’s only one thing keeping them apart: the fifty feet between their buildings. And fate, of course. It seems that a relationship simply isn’t in the company forecast… but nothing circles back quite like love.
Keep reading for a sneak preview!
There wasn’t quite enough room for them both to have their arms inside the copier, and D- muttered an apology as his head came absurdly close to resting on Cas’ shoulder. Through a herculean effort Cas kept his breathing steady, and even dropped his shoulder a fraction so the other man’s neck wasn’t stretched at a strange angle to see inside the machine.
“I never got to tell you.”
The man’s breath was warm against Cas’ neck and he suppressed a shiver at the voice, low in his ear.
“Never got to tell me what?” Cas asked. They were both whispering more quietly than they had yet, their proximity to one another its own kind of intimacy.
“My name. It’s Dean.”
There wasn’t nearly enough space for Cas to turn to properly look at Dean, especially not with his head still almost flush against Cas’ neck, breath occasionally skittering under the collar of his shirt when he exhaled. Out of the corner of his eye Cas could see that while Dean was facing him, he wasn’t looking at him. His eyes were fixed somewhere in the printer, focused on his work, something Cas was grateful for while he was busy regarding his face.
“Dean.” Cas said it like he was afraid something would break if he said it too loudly. “Dean.”
(continue reading on Ao3 on Friday April 12)
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Had Me At Hello Chapter 13: Life is What Happens When You're Making Plans
Summary: Jon and Dany make an important decision
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P22: Campfire Secrets | GO LIVE
"You're crushing on the local JYP Campus Radio Host, Chan, but then again who isn't? You've always admired him from a far, thinking just like any other popular guy, he wouldn't give you the time of day. After a sudden encounter with Chan one day in the campus coffee shop 'Lifeline', everything changes."
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Pairing: Chan x fem!reader
Genre: Social Media AU | University AU | Established Friendship | Strangers to Friends to Lovers
Content Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY : Suggestive fluff, cursing/swearing, recreational drug usage (weed brownies), alcohol consumption angst, dry humping 🤭 , love square shenanigans with Jia and her men, altercation that almost leads to a fight, trust issues, pet names used; gorgeous, baby, princess.
Word Count: 10k
A/N: PLEASE FILL OUT THE NEW TAGLIST FORM LINKED TO BE TAGGED IN FUTURE POSTS! This will be my last written chapter for GO LIVE until closer to the finale! Thank you for being patient with uploads! I know it has been some time, but I hope there is still a place in your heart for our campus crush/radio host CB97! Please let me know what you think! 💕
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-MID-TERM BREAK CAMPING TRIP -
DAY 3 - TUESDAY
The sound of birds chirping slowly filled your ears. Upon further focusing you could hear the faint rippling of the lake's surface and the breeze filtering through the trees as it stirred you awake, prompting you to open your eyes.
You blinked away the sleep from your eyes, squinting in the sunlight that was streaming through your tent. You turned your head to the side to see Chan stirring in his sleep, one of his strong arms resting peacefully over your stomach, needing you close even in his sleep.
You smiled at him and images of what the future could look like between the two of you, flashed behind your eyes as you took in the serenity of waking up beside him.
You'd spent the day before setting up the rest of your campsite, talking in smaller groups and doing your own things. You had taken pity on Yeonjun, who although had slotted right in with group, seemed to be on his own quite a bit.
You'd found yourself talking to him for hours about the most random topics at one of the campsite's picnic benches and you remember feeling guilty you hadn't spent much time with Chan on your second day of camping, but he also deserved the chance to catch up with his friends - at least that's how you were justifying it.
You all had a surprisingly early night last night. You'd had dinner together as a group around the campfire, talking about life after university and things you'd hope for in the future and then all found your ways to your tents.
Chan had immediately pulled you into his oversized sleeping bag, pressing kisses into your face and expressing how much he'd missed you throughout the day. Everything was always easy when you were together and all you wanted was for it to continue.
Suddenly, a blearing siren started to go off repeatedly, jerking Chan roughly out of his sleep and had your body flinging yourself forward into a sitting position on impulse.
"RISE AND SHINE CAMPERS! GET YOUR ASSES UP!" You heard Minho's loud voice demand from somewhere outside your tent.
Chan groaned rubbing profusely at his eyes, his shoulders dropping and relaxing, no longer sensing a threat.
You let out a laugh at Minho's eagerness, he had always been a morning person and had probably risen at dawn, growing bored with everyone still sleeping.
Chan turned his attention to you with a smile lighting up his cheeks.
"Morning baby." He mused leaning in to place a gentle peck on your lips. "Did you sleep okay?"
You nodded pulling away from him to take in his morning appearance. Ruffled hair, puffy lips and eyes of chocolate fixating on you.
"I didn't snore did I?" You asked with a shy smile, fiddling with a thread that was lose on the sleeping bag.
Chan giggled taking that hand into his and bringing it to his lips so he could press a few kisses into it.
"Only cutely." He mumbled against your skin of the back of your hand.
You scrunched your nose up in distaste and whined out in embarrassment, while Chan chuckled in amusement, smile never faltering.
Before you could get anymore caught up in the intimate atmosphere, the zipper of your tent was harshly ripped down and Minho's head poked through.
"Glad to see you are both still clothed, but if you lovebirds don't get your asses out of this tent in the next minute, I'm bringing a bucket of water back with me." Minho smirked with a glisten of mischief in his eyes, proving the sincerity in his threat.
Chan removed his hand from yours, bringing it up to his forehead in a salute, "Yes sir!" he responded respectfully, smile still unfaltering.
You sighed shaking your head at Minho as he removed himself from your tent, leaving the entrance open and you shuffled out of the sleeping bag to stretch your limbs. Chan mirroring your movements as he rose with you.
You walked over to the campsite with Chan's arm hung around your shoulders. The rest of the group was barely functioning, sprawled out over picnic tables and slouched in camping chairs around the main area of your campsite by the now burnt out firepit.
Chan and you settled down on one of the picnic tables that was already occupying Jia and Felix, who both seemed barely awake.
"Hey boo." Jia murmured tiredly, "Get much sleep?" A sly smirk spread across her lips as her eyes flickered between you and Chan.
You sent her a glare, choosing to ignore her comment, but before you could greet her, Minho stood on one of the campfire logs to address you all.
"Morning campers! Now that we have everyone in attendance, I have made a few plans for us today!" He began turning his gaze from person to person.
"Woooo! Camp leader Min!" Jeongin cheered from his position in front of Jisung-who was sat in one of the camping chairs, with Jeongin resting his back against his legs.
Minho gave him a grateful nod at the new found title and continued.
"Since I'm the only one that knows my way around the reserve, I can take a group of us hiking today." At the mention of hiking, a few groans of disapproval rang out amongst the groups, but Minho didn't let it deter him,
"The views are incredible, there are a few waterfalls and some decent hills to look over a few of the nearby towns. This will be your ONLY chance to see them, as the trails are confusing and unsafe without someone who is experienced with tracking them. If you still don't want to go, the rest of you can stay and fish us up some lunch at the lake."
Slowly you all made your decisions, ate a quick breakfast and got dressed for your activities.
You had split into roughly even groups.
The hiking group consisting of; Minho, Seungmin, Changbin, Chan, yourself and surprisingly Jia.
While the fishing group consisted of; Jisung, Jeongin - who had been attached at the hip since you'd arrived - Felix, Yeonjun and Hyunjin - who had utterly refused to walk anywhere out of the campsite.
Minho had been right, the views were absolutely stunning and you hadn't even made it half way through the trail yet. You had taken various photos already, and spent your time sharing smiles with Chan as you all made your way through the reserve.
As the group made their way to the next attraction on your path, Jia skipped up to you, lacing her arm through yours and dragging you backwards away from Chan, to fall into step with her.
"I've been dying to chat with you all day. He can spare you for a few minutes." Jia spoke to not only you, but loud enough for Chan to nod in agreeance with a chuckle as he quickened his pace to fall into place beside Changbin.
"How's things been going between you two?" Jia continued, quieter this time to keep the conversation between you both.
You smiled at her, recounting the moments before sleep wrapped up in Chan's arms, whispering about anything that came to your mind and stolen kisses shared between you.
"Honestly, this get-away has been the best thing for us. Everything seems to be going really well." You admitted with a content sigh and Jia shared your smile, genuinely happy things were going well for you.
"I'm so happy you guys are doing good, you guys are so cute together! Who knew your crush on CB97 would get you to this point?" Jia added on with a playful smirk.
You laughed, pushing her playfully toward the shrub on the edge of the trail but she was able to regain her balance with a laugh of her own.
As she turned back to you, her expression shifted turning serious and her eyes seemed to zone out, retracting into her thoughts.
"What's on your mind?" You prodded trying to get her to share what was bothering her.
She let out a defeated sigh and gripped back onto your arm, entangling her fingers with yours for support.
"I've been thinking a lot about my...situationship." Jia shared, looking forward up the trail where Minho and Seungmin were walking side by side, pointing out wildlife or certain plants as they walked.
"Which parts of it?" You questioned further, curious as to where Jia's head was with everything going on with her.
"Well...I feel a different way to Minho than I do to Seungmin...I don't know how to explain it..." She trailed off with another sigh.
Jia had never been one to be very open with her inner emotions, always keeping them guarded with her fiery personality, or sassy remarks.
Even so with the little information she relayed to you and the way her voice grew cautious when she mentioned Seungmin, you could decipher what she was getting at.
"You feel like Seungmin is more of a close friend?" You theorised, turning to see her shoulders tense up and she stopped in her tracks, like you had just solved a riddle that she'd been working hard to solve herself.
"I-I think so and fuck y/n, I feel so fucking terrible. He's going to hate me." She cursed herself, eyes trained back to the trail too ashamed to even meet your eyes.
You brought her in for a hug, wrapping your arms tightly around her and giving her a comforting squeeze.
"He is not going to hate you. They all knew that eventually you were going to make a decision. It could have been none of them in the end. Seungmin is also your friend, he has been for as long as I can remember, he could never hate you, not for this." You comforted, withdrawing from her enough to give her a little shake of her shoulders, as if you were trying to physically shake her from this slump and line of thinking.
Jia nodded and she walked past you, grabbing your hand to take you with her, not wanting to talk about it further, but there was one person she hadn't mentioned.
"What about Hyunjin?" You asked wanting to know how your friend felt toward the one person she had neglected to mention.
Jia groaned at you trying to continue the conversation, "Fucking hell, I don't know. I've been trying to figure out whether it's just lust or actual feelings. It's all so confusing."
You frowned at seeing Jia this way, it wasn't easy to see your closest friend going through these hardships and you gave her hand an encouraging squeeze, not wanting to push the conversation.
The rest of the hike was filled with laughs, smiles, surrounded by the tranquility of wildlife going about their day, the rustling of water from the river and the scent of wildflowers and nature on the air.
You all made your way back to your campsite, trailing behind Minho in single file, the scent of something delicious cooking made you all eagerly walk faster.
Felix was over by the cooking area chatting to Jisung and Jeongin, who were keeping him company while Felix kept a watchful eye over the fish cooking away on the outdoor stove.
Hyunjin was by the main area of the campsite cleaning and packing away the fishing equipment with the help of Yeonjun.
"That smells so good Lix!" Changbin chimed jogging over to join the boys cooking.
"YA THEY'RE BACK!" Jisung cheered alerting the rest of the campers that your group had returned from the hike.
Just like that you were all reunited, sharing stories over lunch from both activities, like Jisung catching the first fish, it biting his finger and him fumbling it back into the lake, or Changbin tripping over the rocky path during the hike and landing with a splash in the river.
During lunch you were sitting leant up against Chan on one of the park benches, your back to his shoulder as he finished off his lunch. You were basking in the cool autumn sun, your eyes growing heavier from the comfort of your surroundings when something caught your eye.
Jisung was sitting against a tree not far from the campsite sitting next to Felix as Felix spoke to Jisung with enthusiasm, but Jisung's attention was elsewhere. He was staring across the clearing over at Jeongin who was helping Seungmin clean up some of the empty plates from lunch.
As if Jeongin could feel someone's gaze on him, he lifted his head up from the outdoor sink to stare fondly back at Jisung with a smirk on his face.
You watched Jisung's smile grow wide, staring back with the same fond gaze that Jeongin was giving him. It was a look you had seen before when Chan was looking at you and you knew that it wasn't just a look that friends exchanged between one another, this was something more, something warmer and filled with longing.
Felix gave Jisung an aggressive shove, annoyed that his friend was clearly no longer listening and Jeongin seemed to flitch, suddenly shy and terrified that Felix had caught onto what you had seen, but Felix hadn't. Jeongin went back to the dishes and Jisung went back to his conversation with his close friend.
However it didn't stop the two of them exchanging glances every once and a while as you dozed off in the glow of the sun with more questions than you had answers.
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NIGHT 3 - TUESDAY
The night was upon you, the campfire was lit, you'd all finished up the leftovers from lunch and were gathering around the main area of the campsite to spend some time together as a group.
You were curled up next to Chan on one of the log seats by the campfire under the comfort of a blanket. The rest of the group sprawled out accordingly, when Felix randomly stood from his position next to Jisung to stretch out his limbs and then disappeared into the direction of the tents.
"Brownie time!" Felix chimed as he reappeared with the largest plastic container you'd ever seen, piled to the brim with rich looking brownies and a huge smile on his face.
Everyone erupted into cheers with agreeance, some of the boys standing to rush over to Felix, eager to get another taste of Felix's 'special' confection.
"Whoa whoa whoa." Felix raised the contained over his head out of reach, stopping Changbin, Jisung and Hyunjin in their places.
"Newbies get first preference and I have rules." He announced glancing around at the rest of you still in your positions from before but now all sitting upright, intrigued by the gift Felix had brought along.
"Veterans are allowed 2-3 depending on how you're feeling, newbies start with half or a whole one and then wait a bit see how you're feeling and you can have a second. It's just to take the edge off and for us to have a good night." Felix explained, popping open the lid to the container and he walked over to stand in front of Yeonjun offering him first choice.
Yeonjun held up a hand and shook his head, "Thanks Lix, but not my thing."
Felix shrugged respectfully and moved over to Jia, then Jeongin, Minho, Seungmin and then finally he was standing before you and Chan.
You took one while Chan took three, watching as Felix handed out brownies to the rest of the group.
"Alright everyone, cheers to a great year so far, for the good times to keep coming and for us to always be this close. I'm really glad we've all met and I couldn't have asked for a better friend group to be spending the break with..." Before Felix could continue his heartfelt speech, Minho cut him off, "That's great Lix, now let me eat it!"
You all giggled at the exchange, not waiting any longer as you all bit into your brownies.
It wasn't any different in tasting to a regular brownie, but it was soft and melted on your tongue, the brownie drifting between well cooked and undercooked. It was chocolatey goodness and just what you needed after the long hike yesterday.
"Am I supposed to feel different?" Jia questioned having eaten only half of her brownie as she held the other half up in front of her eyes, turning it over and inspecting it.
Hyunjin laughed at her and nudged her foot with his from where he sat on the ground near her, "Give it a minute princess."
Although he tried to be subtle about it, you couldn't help but notice Minho shuffle in his seat next to Jia, moving slightly closer to her so his arm was almost brushing hers.
It doesn't go un-noticed by Hyunjin, who smirks as he looks between Minho and Jia, but he made no attempt to antagonise Minho further and rather leaned backwards into Jeongin's legs, resting his head against his knees comfortably.
Hyunjin isn't the only one who noticed Minho's jealous actions, as a soft blush creeps over Jia's cheeks and to distract herself pops the rest of her brownie into her mouth.
Out of the corner of your eye, you can't help but notice Seungmin is also watching over the scene from where he is sitting - a tender smile across his lips as he watches his two closest friends tip-toe around their feelings toward one another.
There is not even a slight hint of animosity in his gaze, nothing but fondness in his eyes as he chews slowly on the brownie he was given. You furrow your eyebrows at the sight confused. You knew Seungmin and Minho had a lengthy talk on their feelings for Jia, promising that they would not allow it to disturb their friendship, but regardless of friendship Seungmin seemed almost too okay with the scene in front of him, for someone that was suppose to like Jia too.
After your conversation with Jia yesterday, you thought it was best to see where Seungmin's head was at too. You shuffled forward, shifting the blanket off you and completely onto Chan as you moved to stand but Chan's hand on your waist squeezed you back to him.
"Baby, it's your first time getting high, you should take it easy." He says with nothing but concern.
You smile down at him softly, grateful for him keeping your best interests at heart and you lean forward to place a gentle peck on his cheek.
"I just want to go have a quick chat with Minnie, then I will return immediately." You reassured him.
He nodded in understanding and retracted his arm to allow you to stand.
Seungmin had overheard your conversation with Chan since he wasn't sat far from you and he followed you out of the main campfire area, over towards the tree swing.
The tree swing was the largest tree near your campsite, positioned closer to the lake. Yeonjun and Minho had set up a makeshift swing out of some planks and rope, which was tied to the thickest branch.
You both sat down on the swing next to each other, laughing as you both almost fell off as soon as you sat down.
"What is on your mind Y/N, everything going okay with Chan?" Seungmin doing what he did best by turning the moment serious with his questions.
Out of all your friends, having these sorts of conversations with Seungmin was always the easiest. He was easy to speak with, a great listener and he always knew how to respond with respect, thoughtfulness and wisdom.
"I actually pulled you away to ask how things are going with you and Jia?" You questioned him, leaning your head onto his shoulder to provide some comfort incase it was a hard topic for him to discuss.
Seungmin let out a huff of breath, his feet on the ground rocking you both slowly in the swing as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him more.
"I've actually been thinking about that a lot, especially on this trip. Things have changed for me if I'm honest." He admitted, resting his head against the top of yours.
"Elaborate Seungmin, stop dragging it out." You teased with a poke to his side that had him chuckling.
"I don't know, just with everything that has happened since I confessed and the way I see her interacting with Minho and Hyunjin, it's just different with us. I think I over estimated my feelings for Jia." He opened his heart to you, which wasn't the easiest for Seungmin to do. Seungmin was always honest, sometimes brutally honest with his thoughts, but when it came to his deeper emotions he would shy away from the conversation, changing the topic entirely.
"Do you think you feel more like friends with Jia?" You asked him trying to sum up his thoughts for him and reach a conclusion.
"Yeah I do. I've tried thinking about a future with Jia and I just don't think there is one in that sense. I never want to lose my friendship with Jia, or Minho and although that isn't the only reason I've moved away from pursing Jia, I think it's the most important one."
You nodded in agreeance with him. It was true, from what you had seen there was an element of intimacy missing from Seungmin and Jia compared to Hyunjin and Minho. Knowing the conversation that you had just had with Jia the other day, only made Seungmin's words more true.
Right on cue, Jia came into your view walking towards the tree swing as your conversation died down from her approaching.
"Hey guys." She smiled awkwardly knowing that the two of you were probably speaking about her.
"Hey Jiji, I'll let you two chat." You smiled kindly at her, giving her a much needed hug as you departed heading back towards the campfire.
You make it back the campfire and take your spot back next to Chan, who welcomes you back with open arms to crawl back into. Glancing around the campfire, everyone has completely mellowed out from the large, loud conversations prior, mostly talking in smaller groups or just relaxing on their own.
"How are you feeling gorgeous?" Chan smirks at you, his fingertips on your upper arm dancing over the skin there and now that he mentioned it to you, you did feel oddly relaxed. Your head felt slightly floaty, as if you were half falling asleep and overall you just felt extremely content.
You were also very aware of his fingers on your skin, leaving a tingly path of heat wherever they moved. You wondered if this was the affects of weed or whether it was just you becoming more comfortable in Chan's presence. There was only one way to know.
"I think I need another brownie." You concluded, leaning forward in Chan's arm to give Felix a cheeky smile from across Chan.
Chan laughed heartily at your response, but nodded toward Felix, "Go on then mate, give the lady what she wants."
Felix obliged with one of his sunshine smiles, handing the brownie instead to Chan with a wink, insinuating he wanted Chan to feed it to you.
Chan laughed again turning to you with the brownie in his hand. He holds it up in front of your lips, dangling it teasingly before allowing you to bite into it. He feeds you the rest of it, pushing the boundaries a little further as he allows his finger to linger on your bottom lip daringly.
Your eyes are focused on his movements, your heart beating loudly and you suddenly feel the heat from the campfire tenfold.
Chan's eyes move from your lips that he was studying carefully back up to meet yours and suddenly they are a shade darker, the fire reflecting in them back at you. Your breathing becomes shallower as he watches you, neither of you speaking, just locked upon each other with tunnel vision and desire rising in the small distance between you.
"Did you want to call it a night before the second brownie hits you?" Chan asks you suddenly and you'd be a fool to miss the hidden meaning in his words with the sexual tension rising.
"Don't want to have to carry me to bed, hey?" You teasingly challenge, your hand instinctively moving on its own to gather at the back of his neck, toying with the edge of his hairline.
Chan smirks at you, his eyes flaming with the challenge. He moved so smoothly that you almost didn't realise he was now looming over you as he bent down to place both his hands on either side of you on the log seat, his face right in front of yours.
"Think I can't?" His eyes were flicking between your lips and your gaze, leaning in closer until your noses were connected.
"Prove me wrong." You challenged him further with a giggle knowing it would rile him up enough to follow through.
He tongued his cheek playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief and just like before you had no time to process his movements as he swiftly and effortlessly lifted you up into his arms bridal style.
You squealed as he presented you in his arms to the dwindling numbers of campers still around the campfire. Hyunjin, Felix, Jeongin and Jisung cheering at the two of you departing from the area, heading towards your shared tent.
You giggled into Chan's neck as he stumbled into your tent, awkwardly settling you down on the sleeping bag. Feeling the material against your back and Chan's presence above you, had arousal pooling between your legs, begging to take things a step further. Chan was looking down at you with cautious but lust filled eyes and with just his hungry stare, he'd given you a burst of confidence.
"Chan..." You whispered into steaming air of the tent, uncertain, yet completely knowing of why you had said it. The sexual tension following you into the tent, swirling in the cool evening air around you and the only thing holding you both back was the boundaries you were tip toeing around.
Chan seemed to sense your uncertainty and decided to test the waters for the both of you. He leaned down, capturing your lips with his and you felt your world come alive, your hands instantly reaching for his soft curls and tangling themselves in it. He moaned into you, giving you the perfect moment to slip your tongue in for it to dance against his. He tasted of brownies, of the peppermint mints he usually chewed on and of a sweet future you desperately wanted to cling onto.
One of his arms held him up above you - keeping his weight off you - while his other hand teased your side sending shivers throughout your body. You wanted him, maybe it wasn't the best place to have your first time with Chan, but that thought was barely holding on as he grabbed a fistful of your ass hungrily.
It was your turn to moan into his mouth, your hips rising from the sleeping bag to grind over his clothed erection that was now straining his shorts. Chan grunted against your lips, his hand gripping harder into your ass and controlling the waves of your hips as he deliciously dragged your clothed core across his bulge.
You felt like you were swimming in the campfire, your skin hot and clammy. You were electrified as pleasure shot through your system demanding more as your hand gripped his shoulder, nails digging in as moans passed from your mouth to his with every searing kiss. You need him, you wanted him.
Chan pulled away from your lips with an overwhelmed groan at the contact and his hand on your ass moved away to slide delicately back up your side. He rested his hand upon your cheek, forcing you to look directly into his eyes and he took a few deep breaths as he tried to control himself.
"Baby...I want to, you have no idea how much I want to continue this, but I do not want our first time to be like this." He whispered in between gentle pecks to your lips, only making it hard to agree with him, but you knew he was right.
You took a deep breath, trying to calm your body's reaction to him hovering over you and you nodded agreeing.
He smiled at you, one of his toothy, dimpled smiles that made your heart melt and he gave you one final slow and passionate kiss before he fell into the space next to you, pulling you tightly into his embrace.
After a few moments of enjoying being in each others arms, Chan spoke up in a serious but kind tone, "I've really enjoyed getting to know you Y/N."
You shuffled backwards out of the nook of his neck where you had been placing tender kisses absentmindedly to give him a smile that he returned instantly.
"I've really enjoyed getting to know you too Chan, I feel this undeniable pull with you...I don't know how to explain it." You trailed off with a nervous giggle, feeling insecure with the sudden out pour of emotions.
"I do." Chan beamed up at you, trailing the edge of your face with his thumb, "I feel giddy whenever I'm with you, I just want to be by your side at all times and when you're gone I miss you like crazy. I think I know how you feel, I think I'm falling for you Y/N."
You beamed right back at Chan, your heart exploding with fondness for the man below you. He was right out of the fantasy novels you read late at night, handsome both outward and inward.
"I'm falling for you too Channie." You leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek right over the dimples you adored.
As you settled back into Chan's arms, feeling more than content with the way the night had played out, you felt your bond with Chan strengthen. But you couldn't help wondering, was this the true effects of weed brownies? Emotions heightened, truths spilled and minds at ease? Either way you were thankful for them and what they had lead you to discover.
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NIGHT 4 - WEDNESDAY
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You had noticed over the span of your fourth day camping together that the groups that you had arrived in - being Chan's friend group, your friend group and Yeonjun - had dissipated over your time together. New pairings and smaller groups were made as everyone got to know each other and friendships were blooming with all of you getting closer as a result. You had become quite the little family, eating together, doing activities together and just co-existing amongst each other.
Everything was perfect. Jia was slowly but surely sorting through her feelings. She seemed happier, brighter after her conversation with Seungmin, and both you and Jia were coming to terms with your own feelings.
You were down bad for Chan. You had only known him for a few months at this stage, but it didn't feel that way, you both had just clicked into place with each other. He slotted perfectly into your life and you slotted perfectly into his. Still you had your reservations, but with the closer you became the more you were learning to trust Chan and lower your guard around him.
You blushed as you felt Chan's shoulder brush up against yours, the memories of last night flooding past your vision unwarranted.
The sun had completely set now past the treeline, night had begun to take over the campsite and everyone was separated into smaller groups or on their own.
Hyunjin was sat near a tree drawing with the aide of a small lamp hanging in the branch above. Jia was nearby, helping Felix and Changbin set up the campsite and firepit for the activates ahead.
Jeongin and Seungmin were chatting by the lake in a deep discussion, sat right on the edge of it skimming rocks across the water's surface as they talked. The conversation seemed serious, Seungmin's face set stern as he focused on the way the water rippled and Jeongin shuffled nervously, distracting himself by looking for a few more rocks. Jisung had disappeared into his shared tent with Jeongin. When you had passed it earlier you could hear the soft strumming of his guitar and melodic sentences scribbled down onto paper.
You weren't sure where the rest of the group was, possibly collecting firewood, or maybe off taking some pictures together.
Chan and you were sat at the end of the small lake's jetty, feet hanging in the water and talking of where the future could take you both after you graduate. You already knew Chan was devoted to his musician trio 3RACHA, but the more you spoke with Chan, watching his eyes light up with passion as he told you of all the hopes and dreams he had for the group, it made you understand there was a burning urge within him to prove the world wrong and that he was destined for this.
He didn't only speak of his dreams and goals, he also spoke of Jisung's and Changbin's, as if they were his own. Chan wasn't just making the hard decisions - like putting up with Harin - for just his own success but for the overall success for them all. The conversation had shown a different side to Chan you didn't always get to see. It was the context behind his hard work and you felt like you were standing on the edge of something great with Chan by your side.
He leaned back on his hands that were extended behind him on the wood of the jetty and he gave you his full attention, a fond smile decorating his cheeks as his eyes studied you from this new angle.
"If music took you out of the country would you follow it?" You asked him curiously, bringing your legs out of the water to pull your knees into your chest a little self consciously.
"Well I already moved here from Australia at thirteen to pursue my dreams... I don't see how leaving here would be an issue." He pondered on the thought playfully giving your shoulder a nudge like he knew why you had asked the question and he was right. You had prompted the question curious to know how tied down he was or if he could leave at the drop of the hat.
You pouted feeling your cheeks heat up at getting caught red handed by trying to investigate a possible future with Chan.
"That is true, it isn't like you have friends or a side job here or...me." You almost didn't add yourself on, but after last night you felt incredibly closer to Chan and it had been enough time between the two of you to take things further, deeper into your... situationship.
Chan's expression softened and he seemed to zone out while still staring at you, the type of expression you had come to recognise as him debating whether or not to ask you something, weighing up your possible reactions and whether it was worth the risk.
He seems to come to a conclusion as he leans forward back into a sitting position, taking your hands in his and holding onto them lovingly.
"Y/N...there is something-" Chan isn't given the chance to finish his sentence as Yeonjun lets out a loud holler at the other end of the jetty.
"YA! We're playing truth or dare! Let's go Chan and Y/N! We're all waiting on you!" Yeonjun yelled out impatiently, waving his hands at the two of you to urgently get you both to move.
You let out a breath through your smile, giving Chan an apologetic glance at being interrupted.
Chan however had turned stone faced, a glare sent to the other end of the jetty where he watched Yeonjun turn on his heels and head back toward the campfire. He shook his head with a scoff turning back to look at your now confused expression.
The way Yeonjun had been hovering around you the whole trip made it hard for Chan to forget about the flowers or the gift of a new phone. Everything Yeonjun had done, down to the way he behaved around you since you'd both met, made Chan believe Yeonjun was into you. Chan thought he made his feelings for you obvious, he thought that the chemistry between you two was obvious for anyone to pick up on...maybe he had to up his game.
"Is everything okay?" You asked Chan cautiously following his annoyed gaze down the jetty.
Chan shook his thoughts away and stood up, extending a hand for you to take.
"It's okay, we can talk about it later, yeah?" He brushed off your curious glances, knowing that you had seen him glare at Yeonjun. He would just seem paranoid if he shared his concerns with you about him. You both were finally in a good place and Chan didn't want to jeopardise that, especially after the whole situation with Harin had started to calm down.
You walk over to the campfire with your hand securely in Chan's. The rest of the group already situated around the campfire, in almost the same seating as the night prior. Chan took the space next to Felix once more on the log seating you both occupied the night previous, but as you went to take the space next to him, he tugged you toward him making you fall not so gracefully into his lap.
You couldn't help but giggle at Chan's bold move in front of everyone, a few of the group giving you both side glances with cheeky smiles at Chan's possessive move. You leaned backwards into his chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around your waist and hold you steady in front of him.
"Comfy?" Chan teased in your ear, squeezing you tighter in his hold and squeezing more giggles out of you as you nodded.
Suddenly the ear piercing sound of two pans clashing together had the whole group covering their ears with winces and complaints.
"Alright listen up everyone! I'm only going to explain the rules once!" The culprit Jisung announced firmly discarding the pans back to the picnic table beside him.
Everyone perks up, leaning forward and dropping their hands to humor Jisung and listen. You find yourself settling more into Chan's arms, nestling your cheek with his as he helps you get comfortable in his lap, preparing yourselves for a long night.
"It's simple, I'll start and ask someone truth or dare, then once their turn is done they can choose the next person to ask. However the person who has just been asked truth or dare can then not choose the person who asked them to be next." Jisung explained sitting down on top of the picnic table alongside the pans and Jeongin who was perched next to him on the seating part of it.
There were a few 'understood's or 'okay's mumbled amongst the group, but overpowering them all was a groan from Hyunjin, "Yes, yes, yes, we get it, just pick someone already."
Hyunjin was the picture of amused, leaned back in a camping chair, arms crossed, one leg propped up on his knee and teasing expression to match. His expression however faltered when he was posed the question, "Okay then Hyunjin, Truth or dare?"
The group laughed and your back vibrated from the laughter echoing out of Chan's chest, and you found yourself subconsciously placing your hand over his which held onto your waist fondly.
"Alright...that's fair...truth." Hyunjin played it safe, knowing that picking dare from Jisung would cost him his dignity and social standing.
"BORING!" Jisung complained, but brought his fist to his chin in thought as he pondered over a question. Noticing Jisung's difficulty to choose a question, Jeongin tugged on Jisung's sleeve and shifted higher to whisper in Jisung's ear. A large smile took over Jisung's lips and he gave Jeongin a fist bump of approval.
"Hyunjin, how many artworks have you completed with Jia in mind?" Jisung smugly asked, downing a large gulp of his beer following the question.
Hyunjin's movement stopped entirely, his eyes widening at the exposure of his recent artistic inspiration and as his eyes scanned over everyone's intrigued faces his cheeks grew redder.
Jia was sat beside Minho again - never seen too far away from him during this trip - and she nervously looked at Minho from the corner of her eye, cheeks reddening at the insinuation that Hyunjin could be drawing her likeness.
"Come on now lover boy, don't keep us waiting." Jisung prompted with the best teasing smirk he could muster, leaning forward on his knees.
Hyunjin did not seem embarrassed by his artistic muse being exposed, instead he seemed shy, a trait you did not see in Hyunjin often and it shocked you that he was acting completely out of his nature.
"You don't have to answer Hyunjin, they just think they're hilarious." You comforted Hyunjin in case Jisung was over stepping boundaries, sending a warning glare in Jeongin's direction.
"Thirteen. The answer is thirteen." Hyunjin announced, his eyes locked in on the campfire in front of him, not daring to take another peak in Jia's direction.
Jisung cleared his throat at the awkward tension that filled the air gaining Hyunjin's attention once more. Jisung leant forward picking up a beer in the esky at his feet and threw it at Hyunjin who caught it effortlessly with a nod of unspoken forgiveness.
"Alright, since you seem so interested in my love life...Jeongin, truth or dare?" Hyunjin asked coyly, snapping open his beer and chugging a few sips from it to catch up to the rest of you enjoying the show.
Jeongin's face fell and you couldn't help but giggle behind your hand at the misfortune of karma displaced upon Jeongin.
Truth or dare continued around the circle, and with the more alcohol consumed the questions and dares only heated up as the game progressed. Jeongin had been asked by Hyunjin when was the last time he went on a date, Jeongin dared Chan to reveal 3RACHA's next title track, Chan had then dared Changbin to call the person he has a crush on and confess his feelings.
It was now Changbin's turn after an embarrassing phone call with his crush who admitted to already being in a relationship and letting him down gently in front of everyone.
His eyes scanned over the group, searching for the next target. His eyes landed on Yeonjun and the conversation he had prior with Chan came to the for front of his mind.
"Yeonjun, truth or dare?" Changbin asked his eyes narrowing in on Yeonjun as he innocently ate a roasted marshmallow off the tip of a skewer, unbothered by the question in his direction.
"Truth." Yeonjun answered without hesitation, chewing on the confection with eyes locked on Changbin, not backing down from the intimidation Changbin suddenly seemed to display.
"Do you have a crush on anyone?"
Yeonjun eyes flickered toward you and you stilled in Chan's arms nervously. Seeing your timid reaction, Yeonjun averted his gaze back to Changbin with a smirk, "Yeah. I do."
A few of the others had caught onto the stares and the awkward tension in the air. Jia was whispering to Minho with a glare in Yeonjun's direction, Jeongin was nervously biting his lip as he put the puzzle pieces together and Changbin could not believe the balls Yeonjun seemed to have to do this in front of everyone.
Chan's arms tightened around you and you could feel his breaths hitting the back of your neck harshly with every deep breath he took. You felt guilty. What was Yeonjun playing at? You were sat here in Chan's arms, sitting on Chan's lap and yet he had just basically announced to the entire group that he had a crush on you.
Chan was enraged. What was Yeonjun playing at? Chan couldn't figure it out, but one thing was for sure between the flowers and the new phone, Yeonjun liked you and he clearly didn't give a fuck about Chan's feelings for you.
Yeonjun cleared his throat awkwardly, sensing the tension his answer had caused and he shifted in his camping chair to face his body more towards Jia and Minho as he discarded his skewer into the fire.
Jia still had a judgemental frown on her lips as she eyed Yeonjun carefully and Minho now had his arm resting just behind Jia, leaning his body slightly into her as if to show he stood with her.
Yeonjun smiled wickedly, his voice dripping with charm as he spoke smoothly, "Jia, truth or dare?"
Jia's face fell and you saw her gulp nervously from across the firepit as she weighed up her options. From the way the game had been travelling so far, dare seemed like a safer option.
"Dare." Jia chose, probably thinking exactly like you, that her own and others feelings would most likely be spared upon her own embarrassment.
Yeonjun's smile grew with a cunning curve, Jia had played exactly how he wanted her to. Yeonjun wasn't oblivious, he'd seen the way Chan had held onto you, the way Chan had been glaring at him all night and the possessive hold Chan desperately tried to establish over you. Yeonjun's soft approach and 'nice guy' act wasn't working anymore. He had to change tactics. What better way to do that then by creating the perfect distraction.
"I dare you to kiss Hyunjin."
Yeonjun's word hung in the air like humid air, heavy and draining. Every single person around the circle knew what kind of dare this was, but maybe Yeonjun wasn't aware? Maybe he just listened when Hyunjin admitted to drawing Jia into his artwork thirteen times and was trying to help set them up.
You felt like you were watching a train wreck unfold in front of you. You felt tied to your seat, - which was not far from the truth with Chan's secure hold on you - you felt helpless as you watched your friend look frantically between Minho and Hyunjin. Minho's eyes were locked on Jia, his expression concerned, angry, troubled and you could tell from the years of knowing Minho that he did not want Jia to complete the dare.
Hyunjin was sat, un moving in his camping chair. He was also watching Jia, with curious eyes and a softer expression. It was as if he was intrigued to see what Jia would decide.
You wanted to interject, say the game was over, but no one else had made a move to stop this nonsense, everyone was just waiting and then you realised why. Everyone wanted Jia to make a decision.
"Guys...maybe we should-" Seungmin the ever gentlemen tried to stop the group from interfering in what should be kept private, but Jia had already rose from her seat beside Minho.
She glanced over to you as she made her way across the circle. Her eyes were pleading with you, pleading for forgiveness and you knew in that moment she held the same curiosity Hyunjin had. She had to explore her feelings for Hyunjin, but what of Minho?
As Jia slid down into Hyunjin's lap, allowing him to wind his arms around her waist and hold her still, you noticed Minho hurriedly rise to his feet, before angrily storming away from the group. Seungmin quickly following Minho, as he chased after him toward the trail leading into the woods with begs of him to 'wait' or 'come back.'
Jia pulls away from her kiss with Hyunjin and the air is still thick with awkward tension that had not dissipated from Yeonjun's turn. The game was well and truly over.
"Really Yeonjin?" Chan scoffs, the first to address what the fuck just occurred.
"Sorry how is this my fault? I didn't know-" Chan could see straight through Yeonjun's act, he could play victim all he wanted, he had caused this.
"Cut the crap, you knew this shit would happen." Chan argued as he slowly slid you off his lap and into the space between him and Felix. The action worried you as you watched Chan sit up straighter like he was on edge, prepping himself to escalate the argument.
"It was just a dare?" Yeonjun shrugged, trying his best to seem un-phased and more confused on Chan's reaction.
You were about to intervene between the rising angst of the two men near you, but Jia softly tugged at your sweater, dragging your attention to her freshly tear stained face.
"P-please can we g-go..." She sobbed and she didn't have to explain anymore, you didn't have to hear anymore. Your friend needed you and that was all you needed to know.
You stood quickly, taking her under your arm as you tugged her closer to you and you both hurriedly made your exit from the group before more of your friends could see the state Jia was in.
You guided Jia away from the campsite, unzipping her single tent and pulling her in there with you. The moment you were both alone Jia broke down, hot tears escaping her eyes as she clung onto you. You wrapped her tightly in your embrace and sighed at the broken mess of your friend in front of you, which unfortunately could only be blamed on herself.
You had not seen Jia like this in a long time, not since her parents separated. Jia was always composed, witty and strong willed, she pushed her feelings to the side, always disguising her hurt for humor. Yet tonight everything had boiled over, built up to the point of overflowing and with her crumpled up in your lap, holding onto your shirt for dear life, reality sunk in. This could really be the end of your friend group now.
"I...I've fucked everything up haven't I?" She hiccupped, refusing to look at you as soft sobs left her.
You rubbed your hand in circles on her back in an attempt to comfort her, but you had no idea what to say, what could you say to make this better? She had betrayed Minho's trust, right in front of him and to make matters worse, even if the kiss meant nothing with Hyunjin, she had probably just ruined any chance with Minho and most likely their friendship, all for what? The possibility of feeling something deeper for Hyunjin?
You realised you had been quiet for some time, while Jia cried into your lap and you let out another sigh, pulling her up so you could speak to her directly.
"Jia...I don't know what to say, going through with that dare was stupid. How could you do that to Minho?" There was only sadness to your voice, you weren't angry with Jia, you understood why she had kissed Hyunjin, but it didn't make her actions anymore forgivable.
"Fuck I-I don't know why I kissed him?!" She exclaimed rubbing her face harshly with her hands as if she were trying to physically erase her memories of tonight.
"It doesn't matter why you did it Jia, fucking hell, what were you thinking?" You couldn't help but get annoyed at your closest friend, a situation that was beginning to solve itself had now crumbled beneath her feet and this time there was no words of comfort, no advice to give. She truly had to figure this out on her own.
"He's going to hate me...Isn't he?!" She cried out and the sight of her broke your heart. Realisation in her eyes as the reality of her choices sunk in, her voice trembling with regret.
You couldn't look at her any longer your eyes falling to the sleeping bag crinkled on the forest floor. "Was it at least worth it?"
You heard a sob erupt from Jia, giving you the answer for her and it only made you feel even worse for her. She'd risked it all to see what lied between her and Hyunjin, and she was left empty handed and heavy hearted.
You opened your mouth to finally give her some words of comfort when loud shouting caught your attention. Jia's sobs halted as her ears registered the commotion echoing around the campsite, narrowing her eyes as she tried to focus on what was being said and by who.
"I said cut the shit Yeonjun! Do you really think I'm that dumb?! That I don't see what you're doing?!" Chan's voice bellowed through the otherwise quiet campsite.
Your eyes shot open in shock and Jia's expression reflected your own, both of you ditching your conversation as Jia pulled you to your feet, dragging you back toward the campsite.
The shouting continued as you raced back over to where you had only just departed with Jia, Yeonjun's voice raising as he argued back as well as Changbin's loud voice trying to diminish the argument, but neither men seemed to back down.
As you came into view, you could see Yeonjun and Chan face to face, both staring at each other with anger radiating off them both as Changbin tried to keep the peace, standing close enough to break it off if it escalated. Which escalate it did, you saw Yeonjun from the distance notice Jia and your arrival back to the fire pit. He fixated his attention back on Chan, leaning forward into dangerous territory as he muttered something under his breath to Chan. Whatever it was it seemed to push Chan over the edge, reacting instantly as he shoved Yeonjun harshly away and forcing him down into the sand below.
"Chan!" You yell startled, carrying yourself faster to stand by Changbin who was holding Chan back from continuing his assault on Yeonjun.
"What the fuck happened to you Yeonjun?! We're supposed to be mates?!" Chan was furious, you'd never seen this side to him before. Red faced, the hurt of betrayal hanging on his words as he angrily tried to break free of Changbin's hold to further persecute Yeonjun.
"Calm down Chan! That's enough!" Changbin demanded, pushing against Chan's chest just as harshly as Chan had been to Yeonjun, causing Chan to stumble backwards and in that moment his eyes landed on you, realising you had rejoined the circle.
"What is going on?" You questioned looking instead to Changbin for answers, not trusting either of the men about the beat the shit out of each other to give an un-bias retelling.
"They just started-"
Chan cut Changbin off, pointing aggressively at Yeonjun who was just standing back on his feet with Jia's help, "No! He has been starting shit since before we even got here!"
"Chan...stop." You begged, side eyeing the rest of the group embarrassed and confused by his outburst.
Chan halted, staring at your confusion and his angry expression softened at the sight of it, but he couldn't help the rage burning under his skin and the fact you had taken pity on Yeonjun without knowing what happened, made his trust in you falter.
"Whatever." Chan huffed, shrugging Changbin off completely and shoving past a gobsmacked Jisung, who looked just as confused as you.
"Chan!" You called after him, but he ignored your calls walking faster toward your shared tent. With a final concerned glare aimed at the rest of the group, you hurriedly chased after him.
Finally catching up to him, you grabbed onto his arm, forcing him to turn to face you. "What the hell is going on?"
"Can you not see what he's doing?!" Chan yelled exhaustedly like he was tired of having this conversation already.
"I don't understand what you are talking about?! Chan I wasn't there?" You yelled back uncontrollably. It made no sense why he was so angry at you, you hadn't done anything wrong, you weren't even there when he argued with Yeonjun. How were you to know what he was talking about? He was being ridiculous.
"It hasn't been just tonight Y/N. The new phone...the flowers..." Chan sounded defeated as he tried his hardest to convince you and you froze with the mention of the flowers Yeonjun gifted you.
You closed your eyes in guilt, sucking in a breath to only let it escape you in the form of a sigh, you knew it was only a matter of time before Chan realised who the flowers were from. "Chan it wasn't like that..."
"But it is Y/N, don't you see? He's been hanging around you the whole trip, he's always trying to talk to you or is staring at you when I am right there! And the way he toyed with Jia's feelings before..."
"It was an accident how was he supposed to know-"
"Why do you keep defending him?!" Chan's voice roared his expression in complete disbelief of your words.
Chan could not believe you were standing in front of him defending Yeonjun's actions tonight, it had been so clear that he was stirring the pot and for what? For Jia to ruin her friendship with all three boys on top of breaking her own heart? It was cruel, there was no way it was just an accident. Yeonjun wasn't dumb, Chan had known him through the music department and co-hosting with him, he had seen some of the tricks Yeonjun would pull just to get ahead of his other class mates. Although Chan disapproved of that behaviour, he thought Yeonjun would at least keep it to work only, he was wrong.
"I'm not! Why do you keep letting Harin do whatever she wants?" You were beyond frustrated now, Chan was talking in circles without actually stating what was bothering him. Was he seriously acting this way because he was jealous? Scared that Yeonjun could possibly like you too? Had you not shown to him that you only had eyes for him? If Chan was that worried about you being swept off your feet by someone else then why didn't he make it official? Why didn't he kick Harin out of his life for good?
"This isn't about Harin, and even if it was I don't defend her. While we are on the topic of Harin though, don't you think it's a little unfair that you ridiculed me for how I handled Harin, and yet you never told me Yeonjun bought you those flowers or that he's been hitting on you?"
You let out a groan of irritation, Chan was like a dog with a bone, never faltering and on the attack constantly. He wasn't stopping for a moment to see this from your point of view. How were you supposed to know Yeonjun was hitting on you? What were you supposed to do with the flowers when you found out they were from Yeonjun? Burn them?
"They are completely different issues. Harin basically stalks you! She has actively tried to ruin whatever the fuck this is between us!" You shouted no longer able to keep your emotions at bay. Your head was pounding with stress not just from your own situation but also Jia's.
"You think Yeonjun isn't trying to ruin this too?" Chan wasn't shouting anymore. His tone was still sharp and accusatory, but it was softer and more controlled. He could see the way his behaviour was only frustrating you and he didn't want Yeonjun's plan to succeed.
"He's your friend!" You exclaimed raising your hands in a gesture that displayed your exasperation with the topic.
"For fuck sake Y/N." Chan cursed bending down to grab his pillow from the sleeping bag you'd shared the night prior, "I'm sleeping in Jia's tent and she can sleep in here with you tonight, I need space."
Without another word said from either of you, Chan left the tent and explained what had happened to Jia, who willingly swapped tents to give you both some time and space to sort out your emotions.
But Chan was certain of one thing. Yeonjun was up to something, whatever that was involved you, Chan and Jia. He was going to get to the bottom of it, he wasn't going to let another person ruin his chances with you, whether it was Harin, Yeonjun or himself.
Chan had never felt this way for someone before, like there was a string attached to both your hearts, tugging you back to one another always, and Chan would do anything to avoid experiencing what it would feel like to lose you.
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I’m surprised & happy to find this blog, here’s a Dark Danny x reader(gender neutral) request. Dan and reader somehow become friends, start to fall for each other but Dan tries to deny his feelings. However when the reader is taken hostage by ghost hunters hunting dark danny and threaten to kill them if he doesn’t surrender dark Danny feels something he hasn’t felt in a long time; fear, not for himself, but for the reader. After he somehow saves them he realizes how much the reader means to him
And it's my pleasure to serve  (シ_ _)シ
I'll be honest though, this request brought up the challenge of keeping Dan's character balanced between having some elements of his canon traits and having more grounded traits.
Anon, when you read this fic, I'd really like to know what you think of it (✿´꒳`)ノ°
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Genre: Romance + Strangers-to-Friends-to-Lovers
Rating: Teen
Content Warnings: Two non-graphic off screen deaths
Words: 4.3k+
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The first time the two of you met was…unconventional.
You are among the masses that fear him. Huddling with faceless people under ghost-proof domes. Uncertainty is thick in the air and fear permeates the dusty atmosphere. A continuous sway of the unpredictability of fight-or-flight.
Any mention of his name is equivalent to the Bogeyman. It’s spoken in whispers, spat as a curse, or simply no mention at all. The one who bears the name in question is rather unpredictable.
It was during one of his sweeps that you hide within some still intact structures. The glow of the ghost shield warbles and groans. It flickers between blue and grey. On its last legs like that of an ancient beast. Not once has the shield generators have had a hiccup for over 10 years.
But as all things do, they wear and decay with age.
You steady your breathing in spite of your accelerating heart rate. You are near the edge of the city, which has already been levelled. In a brief moment of calm, you exhale softly in relief.
A shockwave of abnormal, spectral energy rumbles through you. The structure you hide within rattles as its very foundations fight to remain upright. You wonder if you may need to run, despite that there isn’t much cover out in the open.
The rumbles reverberate through you. They are strangely low in sound, yet there’s a trace of an echo. Adrenaline surges up your legs, your mind internally yells for you to run.
You turn on the spot. Your body jitters in trepidation as you scan the landscape for danger. You don’t see much from behind the corner of the structure. All you see is a lonely stream of wind blowing dust across the ruins, the haze of smoke blots out what little sunlight there is.
Smoke. The foul smell is thick and rife with the ashen misery of death. It assaults your nose and throat, it forces you to cough it out to clear it.
Amidst your little fit, you nearly miss the flash of black and white. Your coughs quiet down now that you are no longer focused on it irritating your throat. You suck in your breath in spite of the fact that you may choke to death.
High above in the sky. You’d only seen brief glimpses of him. Never close enough or crystal clear to see. Much like everyone else, though, you do know what he looks like-through word of mouth.
It was seeing the real deal that would make those words truer.
For a minute or two, you allow your eyes to linger. The sense of danger slips from your mind the longer you stare at a mythological figure that seemed so far from you. You wonder how much details you would remember afterwards.
A broad, muscular physique is the first thing that catches your eye. Complimented with energy that glows green and crackles. It mesmerizes you how one can have so much power alone.
A bright green flash floods and stings your vision. It’s a few minutes before you regain your senses, the ringing echoes incessantly in your head. The eye straining green fades to a faint haze, you look up to the sky again. He’s still there, unmoving, and an unnatural sensation rolls off in waves.
Overwhelming, but you stand up against it. You aren’t about to let any obstacles, supernatural or not, from obstructing your fascination. So many spoke of him like some mythological figure, in a way, you can see it. On the other hand, he was merely one ghost with a domineering will.
Your eyes linger far longer than one would let them. You take note of the stark contrast of the black and white suit. It’s oddly symbolic in the context that he’s dangerous and humans stand no chance against him despite their efforts. From an angle, you can just barely make out the DP emblem square on his chest. It seems familiar to you. You’re sure you’ve seen it before – a lifetime ago.
Upwards to his face. You inexplicably feel shy upon gazing at what little you could see of his face. Pale green skin and fiery white hair jumps out at you. It’s an unusual colour combination of black and white.
Deep red eyes stare down at you, pinning you on the spot. You can’t look away; the penetrating gaze seems to command every move you make.
A quick, pained gasp comes out of you. Your heart skips a beat. You held your breath for too long. You stumble backwards, he’s staring at you.
Adrenaline rushes through you again, you barely acknowledge the fight-or-flight alarms in your head. Your body twitches, unsure whether you should start running and hope. Or wait and see what he does next.
He moves towards you. His tense posture and fisted hands indicate he’s wary. Perhaps undecided whether he should deal with you or not.
Then he perks up, his head turns in the other direction at whatever distracts him. He only gives a brief glimpse back at you before he flies away. All you see is a billowing cape that obscures him from your sight.
A long and loud exhale blows out of your mouth. Your heart still races, but it’s calmer now. Your breath breaks down into shakes, mystified that you’re still alive and standing.
That…Phantom lets you live. He had the opportunity to blast you away and he didn’t take it. It was a far cry from how he usually acts. What made him stop?
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Dan knows you’re watching him. Especially after that day. He still questions what went through his mind, that he…let you go.
He tries to convince himself that he was distracted. That you, a mere human, just…
Didn’t run.
Were it any other human, they would’ve been nothing but ash in the wind by now. Except you. You stood straight up and stared right at Dan in defiance. That little fact continues to jump out at him.
It annoys Dan…and intrigues him all the same, to say the least.
It didn’t occur to him right away, but the thought of you never left his mind. Every time he came to Amity Park, his eyes would peer around in search of you. There may not be many humans left, after dealing with them for so long, they all started to look the same to him. Something about you sticks out to Dan.
Perhaps that you seem to be braver, if not foolhardy, but braver than most ever would be.
You are difficult to find, of course. You tend to hide whenever Dan comes around. At first, he considers, maybe you aren’t as brave as he makes you out to be. Except that you never run, even when he finds you. You always stare at him with a mix of apprehension and awe.
Dan grins in amusement, humans are such fickle little creatures. In one minute, they unite together. Then in the next, they suddenly scatter to the winds. And there is always one, singular, poor little human who’s lost.
Time passes, it grows into a sort of routine between the two of you. It goes unspoken, there is an air of understanding. It’s a waiting game, to see how long it takes for you to start running. Or when Dan finally gets bored with you.
Except it never happens. You both meet at the exact same time most days, when the sun sinks below the horizon. In the exact same rusty and jagged ruins that inspire danger. It was so…simple. Yet few, if not none, would ever suspect it.
At first, both of you take the time to study each other. Notice little quirks that one wouldn’t notice unless they actually bother to look closer. Certain physical details that you both find endearing.
Like how you take notice that Dan seems calm. At least, calm when the situation calls for it. Compared to how you usually see him, it was like you’re seeing two different people. It does cross your mind if what you’re seeing is just scratching the surface level of who Dan really was.
You hastily push the thoughts away. You can’t possibly be that invested in him, right? Your reasoning comes off as unconvincing when those thoughts come around…repeatedly.
Likewise, Dan finds you rather cute for a human. With your childish sense of awe that has him grinning to himself in amusement. In a way, it reminds him of himself.
His thoughts stop abruptly, his focus zeroes in on the fact that you remind him a bit too much. A haunting figure encroaches on the edge of Dan’s mind. A part of him that died and, at the same time, never really left.
Dan inhales deeply to control his reaction. He honestly did wonder if you would ever become dangerous to him. It seems quite ridiculous, that you somehow manage to incite such an internal reaction…
He sighs quietly, his fingers press into the bridge of his nose. Great. You aren’t just a bit annoying, and intriguing, but also…invigorating.
Dan slowly lets a grin appear. His hand covers half of his face to hide what he’s feeling. He supposes, as long as you can entertain him, he doesn’t mind keeping you around.
The longer you keep up with these ‘secret’ meetings, the more you realize you look forward to them. To…seeing Dan.
Dan shares the same sentiment of these meetings. That seeing you is an enjoyable quiet amidst a raging storm.
It was one of these meetings that sealed the deal for him. That you’re a friend of sorts…and perhaps something more. It’s a persistent feeling that he quashes down any chance he gets.
Who’d want someone like him? Let alone you?
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You hide within the ruins for your near daily meetup with Dan. You try to calm the giddy feeling that swirls around in your chest in anticipation once he finds you.
You wait. And wait.
You frown on confusion. Dan should be here by now, on the prowl. It was already dark enough that you’d have a hard time seeing him.
After some time passes, a seed of doubt pokes at you. It’s not like you can tell Dan what to do. He may have simply opted not to come today.
Before your thoughts can bring your mood down more, they’re interrupted by a distant rumble. You barely have time to react when another, more powerful rumble causes you to lose your balance.
You fall with an uncomfortable thud on the ground. You quickly forget your predicament as multiple blasts of green light colour the dreary sky a toxic green. They mix with pink-purple lights, crossing over each other.
Two figures zip around in the sky, one you barely recognize as Dan. The black and white combo turns into a confusing amalgamation. You can hardly make out a red suit and a hoverboard.
The lights fly back and forth with a haphazard sense of direction. Small and powerful explosions of a colourful variety dot the landscape.
You’re so distracted by the spectacle that you fail to notice the warning signs. Bits and pieces of debris fall around you, dust is upset from wherever it settles. A faint groan here, a disturbing creak there.
You realize what’s happening when a large piece of a steel beam lands with a thunderous crash near you. Your head sharply snaps up in horror, your eyes fixate on the sharp, rusty pieces of steel falling towards you. Your breath sucks in, and you seem stuck on the spot.
An echoing, clanging crash jolts you out of your stupor. Your heart thunders in your chest, a rush of energy surges through you. There’s no time to think as you scramble away, just mere seconds before a particularly sharp piece of metal impales the very spot you sat on.
Shaky breaths huff and puff out of you, your heart pounds loudly in your ears. An eerie groan of metal promises certain doom cues you in that you need to get out. The aged structure teeters dangerously over you.
The sound of glass shattering has you pump your legs into action, no time to think on it as you would waste precious seconds of life. The cold-hot sensation of adrenaline fills your throat, your heart picks up the pace. The soles of your shoes slam painfully on the ground as you make a rush for the nearest opening.
Outside, Dan twists and expertly manoeuvres his body to avoid the onslaught. He grins as pink-purple lights pass him, then turns intangible with a casual expression. Oh, how his adversaries get upset when they realize they can no longer touch him. Just like Valerie passing through him, Dan doesn’t as much as even twitch.
She’s quick, and ruthless to a fault.
But not good enough.
Dan careens around with his hand in a fist, becoming nothing more than a dark blur. A painful, resounding crack fills his ears as his fist makes contact with the back of Valerie’s head. She doesn’t even have enough time to utter a single sound before the blow knocks her off of her hoverboard.
He watches with apathy and maybe a smidgen of amusement as Valerie falls down to the roof of a nearby building. Her prone form slides roughly on the surface, unlikely to be conscious again for some time.
Turning away without as much as a glimpse, Dan has a sneering smirk on his face. His eyes shine malignantly. Valerie keeps him on his toes, entertaining, so to speak. He doesn’t have any qualms about killing her, oh not at all, but not for a long time coming.
His musing comes to a halt at the sound of crashing. Crunching. Splintering.
Dan veers around, somewhat caught off guard. He instantly gets a face full of thick dust. Holding an arm to his face to shield himself, the billowing cloud of dust tells him all he needs to know.
Now that he thinks about it…where are you?
His question soon gets an answer when he spots something. Within the dark depths of the collapsing ruins, Dan makes out a shape. A human, familiar, silhouette. You. What perturbs him more is that he can hear a faint thump.
A repetitive, deep sound that attempts to fill his cold body with warmth.
Your heartbeat. Why can he hear your heartbeat?
No matter now. You have very little probability of escaping the collapse unscathed. At best, you may become a cripple for life. At worst, you’re dead under all that debris. Crushed.
Unless…Dan’s thought falters.
Unless…
Dan gets to you first. He growls softly in trepidation. He internally fights himself, it wasn’t the morality of it. More so that he doesn’t necessarily go out of his way to save someone. It’d be a lot more merciful to kill them, if he doesn’t toy with them first, of course.
But if you do die, Dan isn’t sure what to think of it. Loneliness perhaps, he’s used to it. It’s not like he sought out others for company. He…just happened on you by chance. He would miss these meetings, you’re one of the more enjoyable things in this world, Dan has to admit – believe it or not.
Without thinking, Dan zips down low to the ground. Clouds of dust and microscopic particles of debris bite at his face. A deafening roar blasts his eardrums, his vision becomes dark as the cloud grows and thickens.
Shattering. Crashing. Crunching.
Dan cares little for the surrounding chaos. Flying directly into a collapsing building perhaps wasn’t his best idea. His thoughts drone on as he wraps his arms around something, hopefully you. And also, hopefully, though he doubts it, that they remain standing. His form goes transparent.
Time passes. Neither you nor Dan move a muscle. It long since becomes quiet, the ruins are even more ruinous.
A faint thumping sound makes it known to Dan. He can hear it more clearly, and…closer. Dan slowly opens his eyes, red pierces through the darkness and up to the sky. A rare night sky full of stars greets him. Downwards, and…
Oh. That’s why he hears it, you press right up to him. Your arms wrap tightly around him, clinging onto him as if your life depends on it. And your face is hidden in his chest. Your heart beats against his body.
Finally, you slowly and shakily look up. Your eyes shift around anxiously, wondering if you’re really still alive. Well, you’re clearly breathing and can still hear your heart thumping. Oddly enough, you feel like you’re pressed up against something, or someone.
You gaze up further and stiffen in shock. Dan is looking right down at you, like literally looking down at you. You notice at this point that he has his arms around you. Almost like he’s...protecting you.
You grin awkwardly at him; your face heats up. “Face to face at last, huh?”
Dan grumbles quietly and rolls his eyes. He pretends he doesn’t notice the lump that forms in his throat, or that his insides flutter.
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After that incident, the two of you form a stronger friendship. Dan is standoffish, and displays behaviours that you don’t quite understand. It still intrigues you, you feel like he is hiding his ‘true self’.
Dan remains at a short distance, sometimes, he never leaves your line of sight. You stop hiding from him as well. Maybe you’re afraid that in one blink, either one of you will be gone. It’s an unpleasant feeling.
You don’t vocalize it, of course. Dan doesn’t either, maybe he feels the same as you do.
You’d have no idea just how right you are.
Dan is more cautious now, though he uses the word loosely. The old structure nearly collapsing on top of you is a stark reminder of human fragility. As a matter of fact, mortality as well. It brings up old memories that Dan buries deep within his mind. It’s been so long he forgot they were still there.
‘Invading’ Amity Park becomes less of a reason, and more of an excuse to get away from prying eyes. To see you, make certain that you’re still there the next time he comes around.
The two of you haven’t spoken much to each other yet. At the same time, you feel you already know each other just from your actions and body language alone. Even then, the two of you are still learning about each other.
Days pass. Then weeks.
The two of you settle into a routine. Sometimes you bring a book, or a story from what happens throughout your daily life, other times you sit in a comfortable silence.
Dan thinks you don’t notice, but you clearly do, with a smile to boot, and a shy blush. While he remains standoffish, he can’t help being curious. There are times when he’s looking over your shoulder to see what you have in your hands, even if he doesn’t garner much interest in it. Other times, he can be seen sitting or floating near you as you talk away. 
He always seems to edge closer to you when it’s quiet.
You honestly couldn’t ask for more. This is the kind of life you desire if Earth wasn’t such a barren wasteland.
Dan supposes he doesn’t have much more to ask, either. It’s…nice. He feels content.
One day, though, you fail to show up. Dan finds it very uncharacteristic of you – you almost always arrive on time. At first, he thinks maybe you have something that’s holding you up. Even so, you would’ve left him some kind of message.
He decides to wait, he’s certain you’ll show up.
But as night falls, Dan begins to get the impression that something’s wrong. He’s inexplicably hyper vigilant, he feels a sense of danger in his gut. Dan’s ghost core accelerates, and he hears the ectoblood pound in his ears.
Shadows of the night surround him, his senses on high alert. There’s something out there.
Dan decides to leave his post, go on a little hunt. Right off the bat, he can tell that the presence is human, otherwise his ghost sense would’ve gone off. If they’re human, chances are they’re hiding within the wreckage. Too bad, Dan knows all the little tricks humans have tried to pull on him over the years.
He flies down to the ground, he can do this on foot. Walking through the ruins, Dan holds a hand up and it glows a bright green. Spectral energy concentrates in his hand to create a ‘light’ to show the way.
Dan doesn’t get very far before he comes across a pair of humans. At least, he assumes they’re human, with the odd armour they have on. It oddly reminds Dan of ghost hunting technology. Maybe that’s what they are. Ghost hunters who take upon the challenge to try to take him down once and for all.
As if they ever succeed, Dan scoffs at them with a smirk.
One points a gun at him to appear threatening. How frightening. Dan’s smirk morphs into a fanged grin.
The second, however, to Dan’s surprise, moves to pull you from behind him. Your hands are bound and tape covers your mouth. You have the beginnings of bruising all around your body, small cuts dot your face.
The second hunter pulls out a gun, a human one, and presses it against the side of your head. You shake around in terror, your eyes widen and are out of focus.
Dan’s mind goes out of focus, it zeroes in only on you. Your heart…he can hear your heart thundering. A sound that pounds his ears the longer you remain in danger. Dan snarls silently, he bares his fangs for all to see.
“Phantom,” the first hunter draws Dan’s attention. “Your life for theirs…”
The gun cocks quietly. The click reverberates loudly in the tense silence.
“Or your friend here dies.”
Dan leans forward, his hands in tight fists and heavy breaths come out of his mouth. “Do you really expect me to believe that?”
“Simple as that, surrender to us quietly, or we’ll have a big mess to clean up.”
The sound of your heart rate accelerates even faster. The rhythm pounds itself into Dan’s mind, making sure he’s well aware of it. It beats against his skull. A deep sensation rises up within him, unsettling Dan.
Shivers go down his body, the hairs on the back of his neck stand right up. Dan’s breath quickens. It’s been such a long time. He was sure he’d never feel it again.
The chill of fear seeps into Dan. Not for himself, but rather for you. He can’t keep his thoughts straight, neither can he focus. Not while you’re actively being threatened.
The hunter continues to yap away, seemingly not aware of the signs of Dan’s rising anger. Nor does the hunter notice that Dan seems to relax for a moment, then nothing more.
Your heart pounds more and more painfully against your chest. You squirm in your captor’s grip with no success. You can feel it deep in your bones, there’s something behind you. Something-
Right next to you, you watch in silent horror as the ghost hunter who was too distracted to realize the danger he was in, is pulled into the darkness behind him. You snap your head away, eyes shut tight when the sounds start.
Sickly, blood curling sounds that you’re sure you’ll never forget. Just as quickly as it starts, it becomes a deadly quiet.
The second hunter is stiff with fright, anxiously glancing around while the gun wavers in his grip. Out of nowhere, a hand grabs the hunter’s wrist in an iron grip. The painful pressure forces him to drop the weapon. The hand then jerks him away, forcing him to let you go.
You stand stiffly on the spot. Not daring to move as similar sounds started up again, louder and closer this time. The second hunter manages to yell out before it’s quickly cut off, a sickening quiet takes his place.
Footsteps. Your head snaps up in terror.
You barely relax once you realize it’s Dan. You remain still even as he tears away the bindings from your hands and the tape from your mouth. You shudder and take in a huge breath of fresh air. You don’t dare look behind you, the sounds were more than enough to tell you what happened.
A hand waves in your face.
“You ok…?” Dan asks you awkwardly.
You snap back to reality, you look down at your shaky hands.
“I…didn’t think I’d end up in a scenario like this,” you say in a quivering voice.
You flinch a little as Dan comes closer, and one of his hands slowly rises up to your face. You feel him take your chin and tilt your head up. Your eyes meet in a new light.
“I hate to sound sappy here, but, I didn’t know how much I…enjoyed you. Your company, I mean…” Dan mutters out, his ears turn downwards, and you swear you see the faintest of a blush on his face.
“What are you trying to say?” You prompt him, your hand holds his.
“I think I enjoy you…more than just a friend,” Dan says with his eyes averting.
It stuns you, that Dan feels that way about you. Your stomach flips and your heart skips a beat, Dan’s eyes cast down as if he heard it. Wordlessly, your hands move up to hold Dan’s face, as his hands hold your face.
Slowly, you lean forward. Carefully keeping an eye on him as you gently press your forehead to his. Dan frowns at first, then he quickly relaxes. He exhales softly.
Before you know it, you feel a set of lips press against yours, your nerves burst with emotion. You hear Dan whisper.
“I’d like to enjoy you for as long as I can.”
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Asterism
Human!Neteyam x Fem!Human!Original character.
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Summary: He stared at his hands as they hovered in front of his face, tremors running up and down his fingers. His five fingers, not four. And deep, warm brown skin. Not blue.
When Neteyam dies, instead of ending up in Eywa’s promised paradise, he wakes up on an apocalyptic earth, with a strange human girl as his only hope for survival.
Chapter 1: Falling Into
Neteyam was going to die. He was sure of it.
"No, great mother, no!" His mother wailed above him. "Oh my son!"
The bullet had gone through the top of his spine, a vital point, judging by the devastated look his dad was trying to hide.
He felt the darkness start to close in on the edges of his vision, and warmth—the warmth of his mother's tears as they spilled on his bloody chest.
Neteyam shut his eyes, visualizing the beautiful and tall towering trees, the fresh lakes and the crisp mountain air of his home.
"Neteyam!"
I want to go home, he thought, before everything faded to nothing, only the lingering sounds of grief echoing in his head.
Neteyam, spoke a booming voice in his head. It was all at once soft and soothing and strong and mighty. Reverberating everywhere and whispered tenderly in his ear.
Warm, gentle hands embraced his cheeks, and he felt himself relax into the touch. He could not see who it was, but somehow he knew they were smiling at him.
My sweet boy, the voice spoke lovingly. A flame extinguished too early.
To his disappointment, the hands retreated from his face, leaving him feeling cold and empty.
May your second flame burn brighter, they whispered softly.
And then like a dream, they were gone.
He was lying on a rough, pointy surface. Something hard was digging into his shoulder blade.
Neteyam groaned, blearily opening his eyes to a red, gloomy sky. He frowned, sniffing the air for any scents of smoke, but the sheer thickness and pollution of it made him cough violently, rolling onto his side.
Something smooth and cold pressed firmly against the back of his head, a familiar click making his stomach plummet in dread.
"Don't move," a smooth voice instructed firmly.
Neteyam gritted his teeth in frustration, not daring to flinch as a hand patted him down, most likely checking for any weapons.
She wouldn't find anything, he'd lost his crossbow when—
"No, great mother, no!" Neytiri wailed above him. "Not my son!"
"Neteyam!"
Warmth. His blood and his mother's tears.
Neteyam gasped deeply, spasming as the memory came back to him.
The gun pressed more insistently into his skull. "I told you not to move," she growled.
"What...?" He rasped hysterically, breathing starting to near hyperventilation. "What is going on?"
She stayed silent behind him, unnerving him further as he tried to make sense of his death. It was too vivid to be a dream, too real.
Ignoring her threats, he reached up to pat frantically at his chest, dragging his fingers over the place where he remembered the bullet piercing. His breath hitched as the pads of his fingers rubbed against a raised scar.
Snap.
A blinding pain shot through his wrist. "Argh!" He screamed as she pushed a knee into the small of his back, twisting his arm behind him.
"Go on," she said calmly, dragging the butt of her gun down his neck. He shivered from the feeling of cold metal on his warm skin. "Test me again. See what happens."
Only the sounds of his heavy panting echoed in the desolate area as he struggled to tamper down his pain. Fuck, that hurt. She must have broken his wrist. When his breath finally evened out, he opened his eyes steadily.
"Fine," he snapped bitterly. "I won't move. Now let me go."
In one abrupt move, she kicked off of him, sending him face first into the hard rocks. He sputtered as the barrel came to rest at the back of his head again.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded, so close to his ear that he could feel her hot breath flutter against his skin.
"I don't know," he growled, forcing himself still even though he wished for nothing more than to feed her to his ikran. "I don't even know where I am or how I got here."
"Who are you?" She asked, not missing a beat.
His breath caught in his throat. If she found out he was Jake Sully's son, what would she do to him?
"Ra'nim," he ground out through clenched teeth.
To his horror, she cocked back her gun, firing a round not far from his head.
BANG.
"Don't lie to me," she said unflinchingly as he shook in place, ears ringing from the blast. "I can tell."
Damnit! He clenched his fists, trembling in fear and anger. "N-Neteyam," he muttered lowly.
"What do you last remember, Neteyam?" She pressed him.
"I..." he flinched. "Getting shot. And then, waking up here."
There was a terrifying moment of pause, before she smoothly stepped back, the metal barrel leaving his head. "Well, you're not lying," she remarked tersely.
Neteyam didn't respond or move, not daring to make the same mistake again.
She sighed, stepping forward and grabbing him under his arm pit. He flinched as she forcefully pulled him up, steadying him as he stumbled a bit.
"You probably got mugged or something," she said lowly. "Tough luck, but it happens a lot. Just be happy you're alive."
She stepped in front of him, and Neteyam nearly choked on his own spit.
"Use this to bind your wrist and any other injuries you've got," she shoved a roll of bandages to his chest that fell to the floor. She narrowed her eyes at him as he gaped at her. "You hit your head too hard or something?"
He blinked at her in disbelief. "You...you're almost my height."
"What?" She scowled at him. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"You're human," he stressed, his panic levels starting to rise again because what the actual fuck was going on?
Now she was staring at him like he'd just lost his mind. Maybe he had.
"Look at me!" He gestured wildly at himself in desperation. "Can't you tell that I'm not—!"
He cut himself off, staring at his hands as they hovered in front of his face, tremors running up and down his fingers.
His five fingers, not four. And deep, warm brown skin. Not blue.
For a moment he just stared dumbly at them, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. "What...?" He managed to squeak out, slowly raising his eyes in horror to come face to face with a now empty space.
Sometime during his mini mental breakdown,  the girl had managed to slip away, and was now hiking a fair distance from him.
"Wait!" He called, jogging after her and trying not to stumble on his weak human legs. He didn't have his tail either, which had once helped him balance on the thinnest of tree branches. "Wait, please!"
She didn't stop until he was panting right behind her.
"Just...please tell me where I am," he glanced up pleadingly at her turned back. "I don't—I don't know what happened to me, and I don't know where to go, or where my family is. Please."
She dropped her forehead in her palm, sighing deeply. "You're in Carson, Nevada. Or at least what it used to be."
At his blank stare, she squinted at him over her shoulder. "Are you serious? Nevada? How do you not know this? It’s one of the fifty states."
He frowned in confusion, lines furrowing between his brows. He's heard that before. Where has he heard that before?
"Holy shit, you really don't know." She stared at him in shock. "North America? Planet Earth?"
Shit.
Neteyam froze. He remembered now. He knew where he'd heard that from.
"Dad, how come you can speak like the sky people?" Neteyam whispered, stumbling on short legs as he tried to climb up after his dad.
Jake looked down at him with a raised brow. "I'm not the only one who can speak English in the tribe, kiddo." His tail reached down and steadied his son on the branch he was wobbling on.
"Yeah," Neteyam huffed. "I know, but you speak different. Like, you sound more like the sky people than mom does."
Jake sighed, squatting down so that he was eye level with Neteyam. "Well, that’s because I was a sky person once too."
Neteyam gasped. "Really?" He whispered behind his raised palms.
"Yeah," Jake smiled. "I was born on Earth in a place called Detroit, Michigan."
"Was it as big as home?" Neteyam gaped with wide eyes.
"Well, not quite," Jake chuckled. "But you want to know something? The people living there were allied with forty-nine other tribes, all in one big group called the United States. And all of their land combined, was probably a hundred times the size of this forest."
"Woah!" Neteyam gasped. "That's so cool!"
"Careful," Jake scolded, grabbing his arm. "You almost fell off."
"Sorry dad," Neteyam giggled nervously.
Earth.
His head spun.
He was on Earth. Home to the species that had destroyed his home and (repeatedly) tried to kill him.
Neteyam's knees buckled and finally gave out.
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