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mykoreanlove · 1 month

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i am beyond ✨delulu✨ for this man

“Y/N! Baby! Love of my life! Y/N!”

Taemin’s longing calls filled the whole apartment.

It had been a lazy day for both of you; you had not even bothered to leave the bed.

“I’m coming!”, you screamed back, hoping he’d hear you in the other room.

You smiled to yourself as you applied the vanilla-scented lotion all over your body, taking your time to pamper yourself some more. You deeply inhaled the scent and reveled in the feelings it gave you. Safety, comfort, and love, just like Taemin did.

The look in the mirror confirmed it beautifully – you were glowing, radiating with love and happiness like never before.

“Y/N!”

You shook your head laughing and put on a silky robe, making your way over to your bratty boyfriend.

It was dark as the sun had already set but the golden fairy lights he had put up in the whole apartment guided you on your way to him.

Taemin sat on the leather couch, eagerly waiting for you. He wasn’t wearing anything but grey sweats, showing off his upper body deliciously.

His eyes glowed as brightly as the fairy lights as he finally saw you.

“Y/N!”, he smiled happily.

You walked over to him with the biggest smile on your lips, eternally grateful to be loved like that.

Taemin’s eyes didn’t leave you as you walked over to him, quite the opposite actually. He was looking you up and down, gracefully admiring what was his.

You sat down on his lap and brushed away his dark, long hair, exposing his beautiful features even more.

“Why did you call me?”, you whispered innocently.

His hands roamed your body cautiously, treating your delicate skin like marble. Soon after, they landed forcefully on your ass, squeezing, and pulling you closer to him.

“I just missed you too much.”, he answered truthfully.

“We spent the whole day fucking and you still miss me?”, you laughed out loud.

“Technically, it wasn’t the whole day”, he whispered while looking into your eyes deeply. “Let’s make it that though.”

You placed a soft kiss on his plush lips while mumbling.

“You’re insatiable, Lee Taemin.”

Taemin broke the kiss and looked at you, hands at your sides squeezing.

“How could I not be when it’s you, y/n?”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, once again, you were falling for him.

Your lips crashed onto each other, hungrily longing for more.

Wandering hands, grazing teeth, soft lips, and dirty kisses – Taemin loved you in the same way he performed his music: artistically and eclectically.

You were grinding on him, feeling the hard bulge against your throbbing core.

His hands wandered to the front of your robe, untying the knot, and slipping it off your shoulders.

“That’s a very pretty gown, baby. But it looks better on the floor if you ask me.”

You chuckled as you slid it off entirely, exposing your nude body to him.

His eyes widened once more, admiring every single inch of you. Even though he had seen you naked millions of times, he was still taken aback by it. He never made you feel ordinary or taken for granted, no, he made you feel like a precious gem, like something you would die for.

“I was right. You look way better without it.”, he mused.

He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“Taste so good”, he mumbled against your skin.

He buried his head into your neck and inhaled your scent.

“Smell so good”, he muttered quietly.

Taemin loved praising you, whereas you loved the feeling of being praised. His worship got to your head, turning you into a throbbing mess.

“Taemin”, you whined as you circled your hips once more.

“What is it? Is my baby needy?”

You cried out in frustration, needing him right this instant.

His eyes wandered to his crotch, smirking while doing so. The area was dark grey, proof of how needy you truly were.

He shook his head in fake disapproval and looked at you once more.

“So needy for me, huh? Leaking on my sweatpants like that?”

Your cheeks turned rosy, slightly embarrassed by your actions.

“Adorable”, he muttered under his breath as he saw you get shy and look down.

“You really need me that badly, huh?”

You nodded again. With a swift motion he got up from the couch while still holding you, walking towards the bedroom once more.

“Can’t say no to that, can I?”

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xuxuzinhoo · 1 year

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/ Boyfriend material!

/ Taemin

#1 da série

Taemin namoradinho e afins.

Pedido de namoro

Definitivamente algo só com vocês dois. É tímido e reservado em relacionamentos; seu desejo era que aceitasse ele sem uma multidão em volta pressionando a escolher ele. Conversaria sobre o pedido de forma meio direta, ia jogar sinais para tentar saber se você estava preparada para um relacionamento sério.

Jeitinho / como ele se expressa

Muito dengoso e grudento. Não perde uma oportunidade de te abraçar e beijar. Gosta da liberdade e da intimidade que vocês constroem. Ele é daquele tipo que se vê algo na rua que lembra você, tira foto e manda mensagem mas quando quer conversar prefere ligar.

Linguagem de amor

Tempo de qualidade e atos de serviço são as linguagens de amor dele. Taemin ama ficar agarradinho com você assistindo um filme ou só mechendo no celular, mesmo que você esteja lendo um livro sem prestar atenção nele, se ele está ali pertinho é suficiente, não precisa de muita conversa só o seu calor e toque bastam.

Tem dificuldade de expressar o que sente nas palavras então gosta de preparar coisas, detalhes, tenta te ajudar em tudo, se você quer algo ele vai lá e faz, o cano quebrou? Ele vai tentar concertar mesmo que não tenha a mínima aptidão para isso é acabe tornando o problema mais grave.

"Alô? É o encanador? Se você hipoteticamente quebrasse o cano o que faria?

Sexo

É como uma performance, você é a plateia. E ele faz de tudo para te entreter se entrega a tudo por completo, está pronto para aceitar qualquer proposta sua seja a mais suja que a sua cabecinha poderia criar.

Se tu quiser foder ou fazer um amorzinho debaixo da coberta, tudo tá no lucro.

Trabalho

ele é perfeccionista ao extremo com o trabalho, quando se trata disso é a única área da vida dele que prefere manter distância de você, justamente pelo estresse que trás. Por essa razão, nada de treinar com você por perto ou resolver algo do trabalho, é muito cuidadoso e não quer se irritar com alguém e acabar descontando você. Prefere separar restritamente a vida profissional da pessoal.

Dia a dia com ele / morando juntos

Assim como o pedido ele vai "preparar o terreno" antes de propor com todas as palavras que quer morar com você; jogando indiretas sobre como é mais fácil sair da empresa direto para sua casa, como é muito mais fácil ir do aeroporto direto para te ver e por aí vai...Iria propor com talvez uns 10 meses juntos? Quase um ano e estariam juntando as panelas.

Ele é daqueles que gosta de fazer algo diferente, bobinho, se tivesse em época de promoção ou com muitos shows, iria preparar presentes e lembrancinhas pela casa para você ver durante o dia, pois o objetivo era te fazer sentir que ele estava ali por você o tempo todo.

Bichinhos / filhos

Assim que os dois começassem a morar juntos, ele adotaria mais dois gatinhos.

Filhos provavelmente não seria um planejamento tão certo para vocês dois por conta da carreira, talvez algum dia.

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#taemin #boyfriend #boyfriend material #taemin boyfriend #ptbr #fanfic #shinee is back #shinee #especialumlxuxus #especialumxuxus

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theehexgirl · 1 year

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pairings: taemin x black¡reader

content: ex-boyfriend!taemin, possessive, rough sex, oral (m.receiving), penetrative sex, a little bit of anal play, asshole behavior, crazy ex boyfriend, mention of breeding

warnings: smut, 18+, graphic description of sexual situations, mdni 🔞

It had been close to eight months since Y/N had broken up with her ex-boyfriend, Taemin, and she was missing the man terribly. It was normal for her to miss him, especially when they had been together for two years.

However, it was wrong for her to miss him at the same time because of his unsavory personality. Taemin was crazy as fuck. He was very protective of her and he would glare at any man that came near her. Not to mention that he would get mad if he suspected that she was even flirting with the men that approached her, even though she wouldn’t dream of doing so in a million years.

As stated before, the man was crazy and possessive. Not to mention stubborn too because once he made up his mind, then that was the end of it. If he didn’t like what she was wearing, he would tell her to change and wouldn’t budge no matter how much she protested.

Though his personality was unsavory, he was handsome too. However, his handsomeness didn’t excuse the bullshit he would put her through. There were good times, but the good would outweigh the bad.

Back to the current situation, Y/N was missing him so much and she was fighting herself on whether or not she should even dial his number in the first place. When they broke up eight months ago, she told him that she never wanted to see him again, which he responded to her with,

“We’ll see.”

The man had a cocky smirk on his face too when he said it, which made her highly upset because who was he to say that she would be back?

Much to her chagrin, he was right. She was contemplating crawling back to him and she could almost picture how smug he would be when she called him. She could even hear the words he would say too and that made her feel extremely embarrassed for what she was about to do.

Y/N whipped out her phone and she went straight to his contact. She hovered over the call option for a second, chewing her bottom lip. She could feel and hear her heart pounding out of nervousness. She didn’t know if he would either pick up or hang up, which if he hung then she would understand because it’s been eight months.

As she fought with herself on whether or not to click, her thumb slipped and she pressed the button. Now it was ringing and she was silently panicking. She could feel her anxiety becoming worse as it rang until finally, his deep voice rang loud and clear through her speaker.

“Y/N,” he said. She swallowed loudly and then pressed the phone against her ear once it was taken off speaker.

“H-hey,” she stammered, feeling her face burn with shame.

“I thought you weren’t going to call me ever again,” he smugly stated.

“Y-Yeah. M-me too,” she mumbled.

“Don’t tell me you changed your mind?” Taemin teased. She could hear the sound of his friends snickering in the background. She knew then and there that he had her on speaker phone.

“Y-Yeah. A little,” she mumbled.

“A little. Why?” Taemin asked. She didn’t want to say it out for his friends to hear. She wanted their conversation to be private.

“I missed you,” she answered softly.

“What?” Taemin asked.

“I missed you!” Y/N snapped, feeling irritated that he was playing games. His friends made an “ooh” sound in the background, which was followed by laughter again.

“You missed me? I thought you said that you never would and told me to go fuck myself? What happened to that?” Taemin taunted.

“I’m sorry for saying that. Can you come over,” she answered.

“No,” he answered.

“Taemin,” she whined. More laughter in the background followed after.

“You come over,” he said.

“No way,” she firmly stated.

“Then I’m hanging up. Bye, Y/N,” he replied.

“Nonono! Wait!” Y/N exclaimed, sitting up.

“Yes?” Taemin said.

“I’ll come over,” she informed defeatedly.

“Good girl,” he praised. She didn’t know why hearing him say that made her heart swell, but it did.

“I’ll see you when you get here,” he told her before hanging up. Y/N dropped her phone onto the bed, then buried her face into her hands. She couldn’t believe what she just did. She had gone back on her word to not crawl back to him and here she was crawling back.

After mentally beating herself up for her stupid decision, she got dressed in a pair of black shorts with drawstrings on the sides, a graphic tee , and a pair of her black and white dunks. She pulled her platinum and black, back length locs into a half up-half down style before leaving.

When she arrived at his home, she found that his driveway was packed with his friends’ cars. She already knew that when she walked in the door that it was going to be some shit. She rang the doorbell because she didn’t know if he changed the combination on his keypad.

The door soon opened to reveal the large man who was wearing a very smug expression on his face.

“Come in,” he said. She brushed past him into the house and she made sure to slip off her shoes and place them in front of the door.

“Go upstairs and wait for me,” he ordered. Y/N nodded and as she was about to head upstairs, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, crashing his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. She could feel his hands creeping down her back until they reached the waistband of her ass.

His tongue danced with hers as he pulled her flush against his body, making her head feel so jumbled. She missed the feeling of his lips against hers because they were so soft and they molded perfectly with hers. His kisses always left her weak in the knees.

He pulled his lips away from hers, not giving her enough to collect herself before gesturing for her to head upstairs. Y/N headed up to his bedroom. It looked the same as always and it smelled like him too. She didn’t realize how much she missed this place until she was in here one more time.

Y/N set her purse down on his nightstand, then sat down while she waited for him.

A couple hours later, she heard the sound of his friends leaving. She was glad they left because she was so humiliated at the fact that they heard her begging like that. She hated it so much. She didn’t know how she would even act when she saw those guys at other functions.

The sound of her phone pinging, let her know that he had texted her. She looked at the text and saw that he was asking her to come downstairs. Y/N obliged and swung her legs over the bed.

When she arrived downstairs, she found him sitting in the recliner, his favorite one at that, drinking a beer. He made a come hither motion with his finger. Y/N did as he instructed and stood in front of him. He motioned for her to come closer until she was between his legs.

“I’m sorry for making you wait. Are you upset?” Taemin taunted.

“No,” she answered. She didn’t want to admit to him that she was even irritated in the first place. It would just give him even more ammo.

“Be honest,” he smirked.

“Yes I am,” she mumbled. The man laughed at her response, which made her cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

“I bet, but you could wait. I had other things to do,” he said. He was being such an ass to her and she knew why he was like this, but it made her feel so guilty.

“I don’t have all night. I have somewhere to be tomorrow so let’s get this over with,” he remarked, “On your knees. Now.”

Y/N lowered herself to her knees in front of him as he watched her with a smug expression on his face, “take it out.”

She did as instructed and began to unbutton his pants. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, slowly tugging them down making his dick spring free of its confines. She leaned down and ran her tongue from the base to the tip on the underside of it. He shuddered visibly from the feeling of her soft tongue.

Y/N repeated this action once more, taking the tip into her pretty little mouth. She licked the bead of precum, then took him into her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks as her head bobbed up and down his shaft slowly. Khadijah missed the feeling of him in her mouth so much that she almost closed her eyes just to savor the taste of it. Ji-hoon moaned softly, running his fingers through her locs.

One thing that he had to admit after eight months of not being around her was that she was the best at using her mouth. He felt her take him deeper into his mouth until she was at the base. He could feel her nose against his pelvis. The feeling of her tongue caressing the underside of his cock felt like pure heaven.

“You really have a talent for this,” he groaned.

When she felt his hands taking hold of her locs, she held onto his knees and allowed him to fuck her mouth. His tip kissed the back of her throat causing her to moan around his girth while her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The vibrations coming from her throat made it feel even better. Saliva leaked from her mouth as he fucked her mouth like it owed him something.

Soon, Y/N felt his cum paint the back of her throat. He held her head firmly in place as rope after rope splattered the back of her throat. She knew that he was holding her there to make sure she swallowed every last drop. He hated spitters. His previous partners were not too keen on the idea of swallowing his load, but she did it with no problem. Y/N was definitely one of his favorites.

Slowly, he slid his length out of her mouth and looked down at her. She opened her mouth to show him that she did just what he liked. The way he was looking at her turned her on and intimidated her at the same time.

“Strip,” he ordered. Y/N did as told without any objections as he watched her from the recliner. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she took off each article of clothing.

He pulled her into his lap once she was finished, “Put it inside you.”

Y/N placed his thick girth at her entrance and began to lower herself on it. She gasped as it stretched her, but she continued. He watched her as she slid down to the base.

“I can’t,” Y/N said.

“Why not?” Taemin narrowed his eyes.

“You’re too big,” she answered.

“You didn’t have trouble before,” he remarked.

“It’s been eight months,” she snapped. He grabbed the underside of her face and pulled her down an inch away from his.

“Lose the fucking attitude,” he growled. Y/N chewed on her bottom lip as he glared at her. She knew not to test him any further within that moment.

“Now ride me,” he ordered. Y/N sat there for a moment in silence, not even moving.

He smacked her round bottom hard causing her body to jolt and a yelp to slip from her lips. He palmed her face firmly, bringing it closer to his, “What did I say?”

Slowly, the curvy young adult began rocking her hips. Their eyes were locked in a heated gaze that had her wanting to look away, but the grip he had on her face wasn’t wavering anytime soon. All hesitance that she had seemed to slip away as she moved herself up and down his cock. It was starting to feel so good.

“How does it feel to have me inside you again?” Y/N breathlessly asked. He brought her face a mere inch away from his to the point of where their lips almost touched.

“Answer me, Y/N,” he demanded. She whimpered in response, which wasn’t what he wanted in the slightest.

“I know you can speak, Y/N,” he whispered, “Tell me how it feels.”

“It…it…feels good,” she moaned, rolling her hips. He smirked, kissing her fiercely. His tongue danced with hers in a way that had her moaning into his mouth. He was driving her crazy. So, so, so, so crazy.

Growing tired of her slow pace, Taemin gripped her hips tightly with his lips still connected to hers, lifting her up slowly before slamming her back down all the way. Her lips tore away from his to let out a noise that was a mix between a moan and a shriek.

“That’s what I wanna hear,” he grinned devilishly. He continued bouncing her up and down his length at a pace so fast that she had no choice, but to hold onto the chair. The sound of skin slapping filled the room and she could hear the sound of the springs in the chair going crazy.

Her breasts bounced in his face as he slammed her up and down his length, he managed to catch one in his mouth, suckling on it as she babbled incoherently above him.

“Taemin!” Y/N cried out, “Please…fuck!”

Taemin began to piston in and out of her from below while holding her flush against his body. She had nowhere to run and he wanted it that way.

“Taemin, I’m cumming!”

“Hold it,” he nipped her neck hard causing her to let out a small shriek. The pain definitely did it for her because she soon came.

“You’re so fucking bad for that,” he groaned, following after. Ropes and ropes of his own release spilled into her. He placed one hand on the back of her head and pulled her down to kiss her hard.

Without breaking from the kiss, he stood up and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. He plopped her down onto the bed, then began stripping out of his own clothes. He flipped her over to her stomach, then gave her ass one hard smack.

“FUCK!” Y/N exclaimed.

“After tonight, you’re not leaving me again. You’re going to stay your ass here,” he told her.

“No way. I just needed you for to—“ he smacked her ass hard again, essentially cutting her off. She let out a yelp from the hard smack.

“Do you think I’m playing with you, Y/N?” Taemin questioned. She knew not to answer that question. He was dead fucking serious about this and that was scary as hell.

“I’m not—“ another blow landed onto her round bottom and she let out a whimper this time.

“Did you really think I was about to let you go after tonight?” Taemin questioned. She knew that she was so fucking naive to even think that the crazy man behind her would even let her go. She just wanted a one and done, but he was determined to keep her.

“Answer the question, Y/N,” he ordered.

“Y-yes,” she murmured, feeling him line his cock at her entrance.

“You thought wrong,” he told her, plunging inside. He was going even harder than before, smacking her ass until she was crying and pulling her hair at the same time. He was a menace to her and her poor pussy too.

She soon came around his dick, but he was still going even after. His hand released her hair and she felt his thumb going straight towards her other hole. Her eyes widened and she attempted to push his hand away.

“It seems the little princess is afraid of a thumb near her ass,” he taunted. She couldn’t see him for sure, but she had a feeling that he had a wicked grin on his face like a fox. He was definitely going to try and stick it in there.

“No! Don’t—“ he smacked her ass hard causing her to yell out loud.

“Shut up, Y/N,” he ordered, smacking it again. She bit her lip and whimpered as he pumped in and out of her. His thumb brushed up against the untouched hole and she shuddered.

“I wonder how this hole would feel wrapped around my cock. I bet it would feel so good to just fill this with my cum and watch it drip out,” he groaned as she clenched around his length. She turned her head back to look at him. When their eyes met, he had this predatory look on his face and continued to rub his thumb around her hole.

As he held her gaze, he placed that same thumb into his mouth and soaked it with his own saliva before pressing it against that hole. She gasped as she felt it push into her opening. He continued pushing it in until it was fully inside her, down to the hilt. Y/N had never felt so full before. It was a much different experience.

“Fuck. It’s so tight. It’s practically squeezing the life out of my thumb,” he laughed.

“Please take it out,” she begged.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? You don’t like a little thumb being in there?” Taemin taunted. She was definitely not a fan of it, but he was definitely trying to push for it.

She whimpered when he began to move his thumb in and out of her tight hole. She gasped from the odd feeling of his thumb being in her ass. However, as he continued on she began to feel good from it coupled with his dick sliding in and out of her.

“Ooh. It seems like somebody likes it,” he grinned. He thrusted his thumb in and out of her hole in time with his thrusts. She was feeling so good in both holes because of him. While it scared her, it also felt too good that she didn’t want to admit it out loud.

“Taemin!” Y/N cried out.

“That’s right. Say the name of the man that is making you feel this way,” he groaned. Y/N had never felt pleasure like this before from her back door and she was going to remember this for a while.

His orgasm approached and he came inside her a moment, painting her walls white. He made sure to keep himself plugged because he didn’t want any of his cream spilling out of her. It seemed as if he definitely wanted her to get pregnant, which would make it harder for her to even leave him.

Y/N’s body had collapsed to the bed with his dick inside of her. It seemed like this was the end and by tomorrow he’ll forget the notion that she would stay home with him.

However, her relief was short-lived when he pulled out and flipped her onto her back. He plunged right into her again.

“You thought this was over?” Taemin smirked, sliding in and out of her. A whimper tumbled from her lips.

“I’m just getting started,” he let out a dark chuckle. It was at that moment that it really sunk in that she had fucked up. She had really fucked up.

Y/N didn’t know what she was thinking when she called him, but she must have been on some type of crack because he was being a merciless monster. She didn’t know why she expected something vanilla from him when he went hard no matter what. Here she was being placed into different positions and bended in so many ways that she didn’t know as possible as the large fucked her hard. She couldn’t handle it anymore because she was ready to pass out and the pleasure was becoming too much.

However, each time she tried to crawl away, he would pull her right back and make sure she definitely regretted that decision as he smacked her ass until it was red. Y/N was fucked. She was so very fucked because of him.

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lokisasylum · 6 months

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I think its high time that we (and especially the shippers) put to rest PERMANENTLY⚰️ that old narrative of "that one member jealous of Jimin & Taemin interaction, grrr"

'Cause GURL, lemme tell you right now, the only member who was jealous of 2min's interaction all along is NOT who you thought it was.

And the only thing that member was ever jealous of is having actual friends.

BYE!

#lets it go babes #the toxic jealous boyfriend trope is so 2015 wattpad #jimin #taemin #park jimin #bts jimin #pjm

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katrinawritesthings · 3 months

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Jonghyun/Taemin ; the pencil drawer thing I guess ; PG

you know when you're so anxious and your brain is full of bees so you need anything to help distract you and then your nice boyfriend just starts monologuing about every little thing that he has in his room

"I do radio, remember?" It's only been a couple of hours. He smiles again, reassuring. "You don't have to worry about it." "Yeah?" Taemin says. He rubs his palms into his eyeballs, grunting in the back of his throat. "Why don't you try to stop me."

"And this is my fancy expensive pen. I use this one when I'm signing things or voting or whatever. This is another lead pencil from high school. Oh, and this one is my little Charmander pencil I got for my birthday one time. See, it has little Charmanders on it? It used to have a Charmander eraser topper too, but I pulled that off and now she's on my dresser with all of my other Pokemon. I've never actually sharpened this one because I didn't want to ruin any of the Charmanders so it's still flat on top.

“This one is actually a paintbrush, but, like. Okay, so. I had one of those model dragon kits, right, and after I built her and painted her I threw away all of the stuff but I forgot to throw away the paintbrush. So then I was like, sure, I'll keep it. But then one day I got bored and I had a pencil sharpener and I was like, I wonder if I can sharpen the end of this. So I did. And now it's really pointy. It's like a tiny wooden stake. So if a vampire ever shows up I can shank it. But only if they're mean. If they're hot and nice then obviously I would let them fuck me. Another pink sharpie. I got this one because I thought my other pink sharpie was running out, but that one's not all the way gone yet, so–"

"Jonghyun?"

"Yes?" Jonghyun says pleasantly, not at all bothered about being interrupted. He smiles at Taemin on his bed, eyes closed, running his hands through his hair. He looks absolutely wretched; unwashed face, rumpled clothes, dark bags under his eyes, but at the same time he looks very much better than he was when he showed up this morning. He blearily opens his eyes, blinking through the bright light of the room until he can squint at Jonghyun.

"Is your throat okay?" he asks. "Like, your voice?" he bites his lip, worrying the several dark blood red spots already on it.

"What?" Jonghyun asks. "Yeah, of course," he says, tapping it gently with his sharpie. "I do radio, remember?" It's only been a couple of hours. He smiles again, reassuring. "You don't have to worry about it."

"Yeah?" Taemin says. He rubs his palms into his eyeballs, grunting in the back of his throat. "Why don't you try to stop me."

He's grinning as he says it, a joke about his own anxiety, but it's the first time that he's smiled since he got here, so Jonghyun doesn't mind the cheekiness in it. Instead, he just reaches and pinches Taemin's cheek. Predictably, Taemin puffs his cheek out to get his fingers away, grumbling as he rubs it with the back of his hand.

After, he sighs, deflating into the bed, throwing his arm over his eyes. Jonghyun pats his arm gently. He doesn't bother asking how he's feeling; obviously, he's still not doing super great. But he hasn't asked Jonghyun to keep talking again, so he's doing better enough that he doesn't need constant distraction. Jonghyun is kind of relieved; he'd already gone through all of his plushies, toys, scented candles, and empty notebooks. He was really grasping when he started going through his desk drawers and monologuing about everything in them.

"I'll go make you some tea," Taemin says. He pushes himself into a sitting position, and then, with a lot of grunts and wiggles, gets himself off of the bed. His hands still shake a little bit as he pushes his hair out of his face. Since he knows that Taemin will insist no matter what, Jonghyun pulls his lips up into his friendliest smile and nods thankfully.

He also touches Taemin's booty as he walks by. For his own health. Then he listens to Taemin walk down the hallway, waiting patiently for him to turn around and come back, and–

"Can you come with me?" Taemin asks, peeking around the doorframe.

"Yeah," Jonghyun agrees. Yeah he can. He stands up and follows Taemin into his kitchen, and then around his kitchen while he tries to make tea. Jonghyun drops kisses on his cheeks, touches his butt, noses smiles into his neck. Just to fluster him, just a little bit. When Taemin fills up a mug with water, Jonghyun does the same with a second one. "For you, too," he smiles.

He notices Taemin's fingers tapping restlessly on the counter as they watch the mugs rotate in the microwave, so he gets Taemin by the waist and pushes him gently towards the fridge. Reaching around him to point, he says, "I got these four magnets from my radio station. They give me one every year; like an employee thing. And this one I stole from my shitty roommate before I moved because he didn't deserve it. I bought this cute little ween from a horny artist online...." And he keeps going until the microwave dings at them.

Back in his room, both of them on his bed this time, Taemin dunks his tea bag up and down and Jonghyun watches his weird little fingers doing it. He's about to say something when Taemin takes a big breath and says something first.

"Thanks," he says. "Jonghyun." He's quiet for a moment, and then, again before Jonghyun can reply, says, "do you want to play a video game with me? Whatever you want. I just need to." He makes a vague grippy motion with his hand, then flattens it out and chops it down onto his thigh for emphasis. "Do something that isn't nothing. Constantly."

Understandable. Jonghyun doesn't have anxiety like he does, but Taemin has explained how it works to him before so he gets it. It makes sense that Taemin can't stand his own brain for 2 minutes when it's actively been in anxiety attack mode since last night.

"Sure," he says. He leans over Taemin to put his tea on his desk, and then leans even further over his lap to open the drawer underneath his pencil drawer. "When I was little and didn't understand the concept of being guilty about spending money, I got two DSes and both versions of every Pokemon game," he says, fumbling around until he grabs what he needs. He straightens up, smiling, with both consoles and his case of games. "We can play together and every time there's a rival battle we can battle each other, too."

"Oh, sweet," Taemin says. "Can we play black and white? Best generation." When he takes a console, his hands still shake, but only a little bit.

"Uh, if you're talking about the best generation, then I think you're pronouncing gold and silver wrong?" Jonghyun says pointedly. He shoots Taemin a challenging smile even as he opens up his game case and digs around for the right cartridges.

"Oh, fuck you, don't even," Taemin says back, but when he shoves Jonghyun's shoulder, he's laughing, so Jonghyun takes it as a win.

#jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #Fluff #PG #Oneshot #ydw #I was like what if I describe exactly what's going on with Taemin and the situation and everything #But then I was like What if I didn't instead because I don't have to #He's just been in anxiety mode for like 16 hours straight #And after not sleeping all night he was like fuck it asking my new boyfriend if I can come over #And Jonghyun was like yeah sure dude if it will help I'll talk your ear off #They play Pokemon and argue about Johto vs Unova #Jonghyun is Right obviously and eventually Taemin gets over it

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mournus · 1 year

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#taemin #boyfriend

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2cupids · 1 year

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y’all i’m still not over haechan’s instagram live earlier like i could sit listen to him sing all day

#and he looked so good #im in love with barefaced haechan #he was giving off boyfriend vibes too 🤭#and playing one of my favorite taemin songs #my little shawol #talks

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mykoreanlove · 1 month

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new heights

Back in the days Taemin used to date a lot of girls that were easy - easy to impress, easy to have and easy to manipulate.

They were infatuated with him, blatantly oblivious to his real character, solely obsessed with his idol persona.

He would toy with them, but none of them had what it took for him to fall in love.

He’d use them as he pleased.

Used them from the back, front, upside down, standing, sitting, in public or behind closed doors but it was always him asserting dominance, remaining in control.

Until you showed up.

Blowjobs were a risky thing for him, giving up control and letting you lead was terrifying to him.

Terrifyingly sexy.

„Baby, why are you on your knees?“

He was pushed against the wall, nowhere left to go. Taemin looked down and watched you, sat on your knees looking up to him, batting your lashes at him.

„Is that a problem, Tae Tae?“, you purred seductively.

He shook his head and watched your fingers glide over his legs - starting with the shins and going up to his thighs.

His heart started beating faster, suddenly he was hyper aware of the room‘s hotness.

Taemin placed his hands on your head, guiding you, trying to regain some control but you hissed at him instantly.

„Arms up, Taemin“, you commanded sternly.

He obliged, putting his arms up as if he had been caught by the police.

„Good boy“, you praised him proudly.

Your fingers traced further north, playing with the buttons on his pants. They were silver and cold to the touch.

You looked up at him again and asked innocently: „May I?“

God, how could he deny you?

Your beautiful eyes were glistening with desire, full of longing for him. He watched you lick your lips in anticipation, ready to devour him.

Taemin nodded silently, still pressed to the wall. He watched you unzip his pants and pull them down, admiring the impressive bulge that had formed underneath his boxers.

His heart was beating like a drum, his ears were ringing, he could hardly hear anything anymore.

Swiftly, you pulled down his boxers and were taken aback by his cock - massively throbbing for you.

„Fuck Taemin, it’s a shame you rarely let me give you head. Your cock is screaming for me, look at this.“, you mused.

In this moment he had to agree, giving up control more often may not be that bad after all.

You gave him one final look, batting your doll eyes at him before you took him all in, instantly moaning in pleasure.

Taemin‘s eyes rolled back, surrendering to this sensation.

You had trouble fitting all of him in your mouth but luckily you had hands to help, giving him a mixture of the wetness of your mouth and the force of your hands.

„Fuck“, he moaned under his breath.

You wanted this so badly, wanted to let him know how much you desired him.

His chest was heaving heavier, as he was already close.

„I want to touch you, y/n“, he whispered as he watched you from above.

You met his gaze and ignited an even bigger fire within him, seeing you sucking on his dick did a number on his ego.

Taemin lovingly placed his hands around your face, cupping you as you sucked harder.

You were good at this, oh absolutely, but it was not the touch of your plush lips around his cock or your tongue swirling around his glans or the poking against your throat, no, it were your eyes that drove him over the edge.

Your beautiful eyes that were filled with desire, longing and love for only him. Those eyes that never lied, always declaring the truth were the ones that made him cum in your mouth.

Taemin tasted heavenly, the perfect mixture of salty and sweet.

You sucked him off, garnering the last drop before you let go of him happily.

Before you could stand up he got down on his knees and crashed his lips onto yours, forcefully tasting himself on you.

„Thank you, baby“, he huffed out as he pressed his forehead against yours.

„For what?“

He chuckled sweetly.

„For taking me to new heights, y/n.“

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isehne · 9 months

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Cherished | gen | minho/key/taemin | fluff

Q: Me washing other members vs other members washing me KB&MH: Me washing other members TM: Other members washing me

Sleepy Taemin being loved and cared for by his boyfriends.

#shinee fic #2minkey #louwrites #we posting aha #this is just minho and kibum being super soft with their beloved angel baby boyfriend taemin #hope this posting format works

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kil9 · 2 years

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a man is something that can be so wife

#taemin #boyfriend images 🥴

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carakook · 15 days

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Bloom. °˖✧✿✧˖°

“Sorry, I assumed he was your boyfriend because of the way you were tongue fucking outside. My bad.”

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⚘7. Two Petals on the Same Flower

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⚘Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader ⚘Synopsis: After your unexpected reunion with Jungkook, you must go on with the night and act completely normal... but shit just keeps going wrong. Surely Jeon Jungkook is a demon. ⚘Genre:Forbidden love ⚘Word count: 11.5k+ ⚘Warnings: 18+ for mature audiences only, MDNI, emotional, mentions of anxiety, mentions of sex, angst, conflict, religious metaphors (the story is not religious but makes references to a higher power, karma, fate, etc.), cigarette use, alcohol use, subtle arguing, jealousy, bullying? (fucking Sena), heavy tension, cheating, mentions of cheating, mentions of falling out of love/breaking up. Let me know if I miss anything! ⚘Disclaimer: This story in no way reflects the characters of those who are mentioned. It is pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Please don’t take it seriously. Nothing is real in this story. ⚘A/N: WOW OK SORRY I AM A DAY LATE BUT I HAD ISSUES WITH THE 4096 ERROR, I FIGURED OUT A LOOPHOLE WHICH CONSISTED OF ME COPYING AND PASTING THIS INTO A WORD DOCUMENT, OPENING IT ON MY PHONE, AND THEN COPYING AND PASTING IT AGAIN IN THE APP. ANYWAYS. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I am sorry for the lack of uploads. Please forgive me if there are any typos. Already working on chapter 8! Things are picking up, how do you think things will go? LOVE YOU!

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♪ Secrets - The Weeknd

♪ Guilty - TaeMin

♪ Agora Hills - Doja Cat

♪ Pacify Her - Melanie Martinez

♪ if u think i’m pretty - Artemas

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。 It’s incredibly rare for you to smoke, as it isn’t exactly a healthy habit to form… Seojoon hates it, and you grew up watching adults do it all around you, swearing you would never pick up the same habit…

And although it isn’t a habit for you… sometimes you just need a fucking cigarette.

You never used to smoke, but Jungkook introduced you to it. Of course he did. On one of the nights you spent with him a long time ago, he went for a smoke outside. You remember scolding him for the nasty habit, telling him you don’t want to kiss him and taste burnt tobacco rather than his own pretty taste. But then he explained how relaxing it can be, how it’s ok to do things like this in moderation. Bad habits don’t make you a bad person, he said. It’s a quick fix for anxiety in some cases. So, you tried you it… and you realized that maybe he was right. You’re an adult, you’re allowed to indulge sometimes, even if it isn’t the best for you. And as much as you hate admitting it, Jungkook was fucking sexy when he smoked.

So, you started smoking too. Not often of course, only socially or when you needed to calm your nerves. An occasional indulgence, if you will…

Much like the kiss you shared with Jungkook moments ago.

You stayed behind after he went back inside, because there was no fucking way you could keep composed in front of everyone after that. Your lips were fucking swollen from the way he kissed you anyway, he left them pink and glossy with traces of him all over you. You remembered you kept an emergency pack of cigs in your bag, one that you haven’t touched in months, and you indulged.

You needed to get your shit together before facing everyone again. Needed to calm the fuck down and put your mask back on; that pretty, pretty mask, decorated in flowers and glitter, hiding the wilting flower growing underneath it. The flower you didn’t even realize was still there. The flower that you swore died when he left.

A cigarette was really the only way you could cope in the moment, and little did you know, Jungkook stepped out back to indulge just like you. Two peas in a fucking pod; or maybe two petals on the same flower.

You weren’t the only one holding on by a thread thanks to this little reunion. He was just better at pretending… fuck, has been pretending for months now. And tonight, he fears he may have a hard time keeping up the façade. Seeing you has awoken something inside of him that was long dormant, a slew of emotions he has no idea how to process. He needs to get his shit together just as much as you do, or he fears he may do something impulsive and stupid… if he knew his reaction to you would have been this strong, he probably would not have come tonight. But he just needed to see you again; his lilac aster, who isn’t much of an aster anymore…

His beautiful flower. Your biggest nightmare.

After smoking, you re-applied your lip stain for the second time, doused a bit more perfume on yourself, and practiced smiling in the car mirror like an idiot. Realized you have been gone far longer than you should have been considering you were only supposed to be grabbing your purse, so you try to act cool and nonchalant as you walk back inside. As if it was totally normal for you to spend 20 minutes outside when you were just doing a simple task.

You’ll just blame it on the anxiety, which isn’t a full on lie…

And as you glance across to the living room while removing your shoes… Seojoon isn’t there.

Neither is Sena or Jungkook.

Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

This reminds you precisely as to why you called things off with Jungkook. You fucking kissed him out there, and now you’re paranoid someone saw. Was it Yoongi? Did he fucking tattle tell like a rat? You know he saw something, there is no way he didn’t with the way he stared at you when coming to get Jungkook.

“In the kitchen.”

You flinch hard when you here the deep voice address you, turn to the side to see Yoongi leaning on the door frame in the hallway. Looks like the fucking Chesire Cat, the way he’s smiling with an almost mischievous look in his eyes.

“Sorry?”

You respond stupidly, because he caught you by surprise, and you were wondering where three people were, not one. You should only be wondering where one of those people are, that is, if your conscious was clean. But it isn’t. ‘Guilty’ may as well be written across your forehead.

Yoongi knows better.

He shakes his head as he huffs out a little laugh, a laugh that doesn’t sound humorous at all, but almost sarcastic. “Your friend, he’s in the kitchen. Sena too. Said they were talking about some work shit.”

The way he refers to Seojoon as your friend is intentional. He could see the discomfort on your face when he called himself your boyfriend, just as much as he can see the guilt right now.

“Ahh, ok.” You mumble, nodding your head as you shuffle to your feet. You give him the most awkward smile, and then move to make your way to the kitchen. If you weren’t so guilty, you would probably feel incredibly uncomfortable at the thought of Seojoon being alone in the kitchen with Sena. But as of right now, it’s the human fucking cat making you uncomfortable.

“Your boyfriend went for a smoke, if you were wondering. He’s grilling the pork belly outside too. Looked pretty fucked when he came back inside.”

You freeze, because… boyfriend? Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Now he decides to throw the word around?

Does he know?

“Sorry?” You say again, turning to look at him with what was supposed to be a confused expression, but your eyes say it all. Guilt. Caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Bad, bad, bad.

He snickers at this, because he can tell your mind is reeling with thoughts about who might know. No one knows… other than him. See, Yoongi and Jungkook are close. Yoongi is who Jungkook goes to when he needs advice from someone who won’t be biased, someone who will tell him like it is, call him out on his bullshit. Yoongi is the only other soul who knows about the sins committed between you and Jungkook. He is well acquainted with the secret garden built between you two, much like Sohee is.

Everyone needs someone to tell their secrets to, after all.

Yoongi knew what was happening tonight. Jungkook told him, and Yoongi tried really hard to talk him out of coming. Tried to talk some sense into the idiot’s head, but he knew damn well Jungkook wouldn’t listen. Once Jungkook sets his mind to something, he can’t be stopped. So, Yoongi vowed he would at least attempt to keep the peace tonight, keep Jungkook in check.

Yoongi is also just really fucking good at reading people. Can tell easily when someone is lying. Can look at someone and guess what their trauma is. Always has been a perceptive man… but he’s also great at keeping secrets. A blessing and a curse.

Never one to judge, but always one to tell you when you’re being a shitty person.

And… Yoongi really likes fucking with people.

“Sorry, I assumed he was your boyfriend because of the way you were tongue fucking outside. My bad.”

You flinch again because, holy fuck, he did see. Why was he even watching? Is he about to blow your cover? Blackmail you? Scream to the top of lungs ‘they’re dirty cheaters!’

“He is not my boyfriend. Never has been.”

Not a lie, for once. Never was your boyfriend. Was… fuck. You don’t even know what he was.

Lover. Soulmate. Flower boy. Florist. Garden keeper. Guilty pleasure. A fucking demon who you cant escape, apparently.

Yoongi scoffs at you, because he hates this game. Sure, he wants to fuck with you, make you squirm a bit. Doesn’t like the fact that you showed up here for the first time to meet everyone and end up outside making out with someone you acted like you didn’t know. Thinks if you’re going to fuck up, do something that fucking risky, you may as well grow balls and admit to it when confronted.

He clearly knows, so he sees no reason for you to be defending yourself and deflecting. He gets it, he does, and he isn’t judging either of you. But fuck, don’t make him say it out loud.

He will if he has to. But he doesn’t want to throw that awful ‘M’ word around. Calling him your boyfriend is far less heavy than him voicing what he really was to you, or what you were to him.

“Right… well, I’m not here to start shit. I’m not here to tell everyone either, no one else is aware of your… situation. I’m just here to make sure Kook doesn’t act fucking stupid… so please, do us both a favor, and just… don’t.”

You feel your heartrate pickup and that familiar heat all over your body that comes with being called out. Like a scolded child. You’re getting both irritated and nervous. The only reassuring thing he just said was that he isn’t going to tell anyone… but why is he putting the blame on you?

If you knew Jungkook was going to be here, you wouldn’t have come. And you tried to avoid him, fuck, you went outside specifically to get away from him and get your head straight. But he followed you, of course he did, the love sick stray dog he’s become couldn’t help it.

“Scold him. Not me. If you’ll excuse me…”

Yoongi knows he’s coming off a bit harsh, but he can’t help it. He doesn’t know the details of your fucked up affair with him, he just knows the basics. One drunken night recently is when Jungkook confessed, after he found out you were dating Seojoon. Told Yoongi the basics of what happened and how it ended, and how fucked he still is. Yoongi always knew something was eating Jungkook up that went beyond his rocky marriage, and finding out exactly what it was… it made sense.

He doesn’t ever want to see Jungkook in such a bad spot again. So anguished and full of regret and yearning… he’s only trying to protect him, because even if he is the one being stupid, he’s still one of Yoongi’s dearest friends.

Biased? No. But he will do whatever it takes to lessen the messes Jungkook makes of himself, even if that means being a bit harsh towards you.

And you, you’re reeling. You want to ask Yoongi so many questions, such as how he knows, why he knows, if he hates you automatically after knowing who you are and what you’ve done. It definitely strikes you as odd that Yoongi is aware of who you are, because even if he knew about what happened between you and Jungkook, how would he automatically catch on to the fact it was you? Was it the kiss? Did that give it away..?

Or was this all pre-meditated?

So many questions, but now is not the time for answers. Maybe eventually you can ask, but as of now, you have a role to play; Seojoons perfect girlfriend, apparently.

So you once again, begin walking towards the kitchen.

“One more thing Y/N…”

Can he please just shut the fuck up and disappear?

“Hm?”

“Be so fucking careful around Sena. And I’m not talking about with Jungkook.”

Before you can even ask, he’s gone. You turn to question him, ask him why the fuck he’s being so cryptic, demand he just say what he means… but he’s gone. Chesire fucking cat.

You really don’t like what he said or how it made you feel, because… if not with Jungkook, then what? Why would you possibly need to be careful around that snake?

You huff. Run your fingers through your hair as you feel a migraine start to come on. Fuck, you need a drink, because the nicotine is already wearing off.

You finally end up making your way into the kitchen, but pause once you reach the entryway. See Sena and Seojoon… whispering.

You don’t like that either. What the fuck are they whispering about?

Sena looks irritated as fuck, waving her hands around animatedly as she speaks. Seojoon is looking down at her with an expression that mimics worry, and you try really hard to decipher what they’re saying before you’re noticed.

Fuck you wish tonight was over already. Too much shit is going wrong.

“They’re conspiring against us.”

You jump a little when you feel hot breath in your ear, hear the deep whisper of the man who’s been haunting your dreams for the last six months. You hate how the simple act of him whispering in your ear brings back several memories… all of them incredibly inappropriate.

“What?”

You look up at him as you ask, and he has a shit eating grin on his face. His pupils are still blown to shit, you wonder if its because he’s looking at you again or if they jus haven’t calmed down since the kiss. He smells heavily of smoke, cigarette smoke and charcoal, but fuck the way it mixes with his cologne…

Nope. Stop.

“Oh—I—Y/N. Sorry, I didn’t notice you. How long have you been standing there?”

Seojoon addresses you almost robotically, looking between you and Jungkook as you both stand awkwardly in the doorway of the kitchen. Immediately, alarm bells ring in your ear. You wonder why he’s even asking that, what they were talking about to warrant a question like that.

But you cant decipher whether this is a gut feeling, or guilt making you project your wrongdoings onto him. That’s what fucks you up the most; a woman’s intuition is rarely wrong, but how can you tell when you’re the guilty one?

You clear your throat, step to the side a bit to gain some distance from Jungkook. Can’t think straight when he’s all warm and smelling like a fucking lumberjack next to you.

“Uh… I just came in a bit ago, sorry I took so long, just really needed some air… what were you talking about?”

The entire time you speak, everyone’s eyes are on you. You can’t read the emotion on Seojoon’s face, it’s almost like he’s purposely masking it. Jungkook doesn’t even fucking try to hide how intensely he’s looking at you. And Sena… well, her look of disdain just grows.

Seojoon chuckles, shakes his head as he walks towards you, drapes his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in as he nods towards Sena.

“We were just talking about work, me and Sena are working on a project together but I haven’t had time to visit her at the office, so I thought it was great timing. Right Sena?”

He looks at Sena with the same expressionless look, and she doesn’t look at him at all. Her eyes are on you.

“Right.” She replies flatly before making her way beside Jungkook, who barely reacts to her linking their arms together.

Odd, in the way she seems so territorial… not just of him, but everything surrounding her. Including Seojoon.

Don’t like that. Not at all.

Seojoon nods awkwardly and then begins dragging you along towards the dining table, but stops when he moves to kiss your temple… looks at you, scrunches his nose up as he leans in to sniff you.

Fuck. Does he smell Jungkook?

You tense up a bit, wait for him to ask you why you smell like another man all of a sudden. Start praying that you will simply drop dead before you can even answer.

“Did you smoke or something? You smell like smoke, I hate it.”

Fuck… the smoke. Not the cologne, but the smoke.

You hate how relieved you feel knowing you haven’t been caught, although you are a bit offended. Hate how he addresses you like some unruly child in the moment.

You’re about to answer, say something snarky, but of course—

“Sorry man, that must be me. Was smoking and grilling the pork belly outside, must’ve rubbed off on your girl.”

Could he have worded it any worse?

Seojoon nods at Jungkook, regards him casually. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go and arching a playful brow at Jungkook.

“Ah, ok. But please, don’t rub off on my girlfriend, yeah?”

He chuckles before nodding towards the dining room, signaling for you to come with. In any other situation, you would have laughed at the dirty joke. But obviously, not right now, not when you still taste him on your lips, not while you’re remembering the several instances where Jungkook actually rubbed off on you, not while he’s standing right beside you.

If only he—

“If only he knew.”

Jungkook whispers as he passes you, turns around and walks backwards with his tongue sticking out and eyebrows wiggling up and down. Fuck, like he read your fucking mind. You have no idea how he can fucking say that right now, what if someone hears him? He’s being stupid, just as Yoongi said, and you aren’t even provoking him. You’re worried he’s going to get you both caught.

It's at that moment that Sena brushes past you, bumps your shoulder, which you are sure is intentional. She enters the dining room, doesn’t even say sorry, and quite frankly, you don’t care. You don’t have the energy for her petty shit, or for trying to dissect why she’s so weird with you and Seojoon. You have bigger problems, problems decorated in piercings and tattoos.

You grunt at him and roll your eyes, move to brush past him as you mumble simply, “Fucking stop.”

He playfully pouts at you, follows you into the dining room and says low enough for your ears only, “Fiiine I swear I’ll behave the rest of the night.”

You ignore him once you get into the dining room, put your mask back on quickly. Smile at everyone as they greet you warmly. Urge you to take a seat and join them for food. The smell of freshly grilled pork belly and many sides wafts through the air, and even then your appetite isn’t present. The only thing swirling in your stomach are fucking butterflies; or worms and flies, you don’t know anymore.

But you don’t make it obvious, instead you take a seat next to Seojoon, who has already made you a hefty plate of food. You thank him, and begin picking at it as you try to decipher what everyone is chatting about.

Until you feel a familiar warmth beside you again… and you swear to god, you are about to whack him with your fucking purse.

You immediately glare at Jungkook for taking a seat directly beside you, his big ass is so close that his thigh presses against yours. He holds his hand up in surrender, makes a pouty face at you.

“Hey! I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear, it’s the only open seat.”

You scoff at him, look around the table because you are fully prepared to call him out on his bullshit… but he’s actually telling the truth. You realize the table isn’t exactly the biggest, and every seat is taken except for the one he’s at. Sena is on his other side, so it makes sense for him to be sitting there… he isn’t lying.

Ah, ok, you just have absolute shit luck. Right. Got it.

You glare at him a second longer before averting your eyes, staring directly in front of you now… where Yoongi sits. Oh, how lovely. His eyebrow is raised as if to silently say ‘You’re both being stupidly obvious.’

You look away quickly, shoveling a bite of food into your mouth to try and distract yourself from how wrong everything is going. You’re thankful that only three people in the room are aware of it, but also… fuck. You really hate having to pretend when all you want to do is fucking scream.

Thank god for alcohol.

Because as the night goes on, you shamelessly drink as if it’ll be your last. You know how to handle your liquor, so you don’t overdue it, but you drink enough to silent your overthinking brain. In your tipsy state, it’s much easier to laugh along with the jokes being told or to join in on the conversation… it’s also much easier to ignore the thorn in your side.

Easy to ignore the way his eyes are constantly on you. Easy to ignore how every time you laugh, he mimics you. Easy to ignore how every time you speak, he pays such close attention that his mouth traces the words coming from your own. Easy to ignore how he’s subtly shifted closer to you throughout the little potluck dinner.

Easy for you to ignore, but impossible for him.

See, he’s torn. He hasn’t felt so fucking happy in such a long time, simply just being in the same room as you has him on cloud nine. But, fuck, he wishes you would acknowledge him. The fact that you’re ignoring him as if he doesn’t exist has made him grow a bit antsy… maybe even irritable underneath the euphoria he feels from being so close to you again.

So, so close… but still so far away.

Everyone is done eating now, most of the food is gone. Of course, your mac and cheese was a hit, and the pork belly went great with it. Everyone else had dishes just as delicious… with the exception of Sena, who brought a fucking salad full of spinach and kale.

You fight the urge to laugh at the fact the bowl is still full.

Now, everyone is enjoying dessert, the vibe is mellow. Of course you’re still on edge, but it’s easier to manage, because Jungkook really has been behaving. Other than the occasional ‘accidental’ touch, he hasn’t provoked you.

Taehyung, being the gracious host that he is, brewed a fresh pot of English tea to go with dessert. He was hell-bent on dipping the cookies you made in tea, said it was the perfect combo, and nothing is more soothing than a hot cup of tea. Everyone is so kind, with the exception of Sena, and they’ve all been very open and loving towards you. Even Yoongi has talked to you some, didn’t make it weird at all. Maybe he isn’t as bad as you thought… You are silently thankful for how much things have calmed down since the earlier shit show.

But of course, the calm always comes before the storm.

Jungkook was full of euphoria, even if he was irritable at the fact he couldn’t openly adore you… until he saw Seojoon’s hand gripping your thigh. If you’re being honest, you haven’t even noticed, alcohol always makes you a bit oblivious to things like that especially when you’re engaging in conversation with others. But Jungkook, oh, Jungkook noticed… and he cannot fucking stand it.

He is well aware that he has no fucking right to feel possessive or irritated with Seojoon’s hands on you; you aren’t his girl, you haven’t seen each other in months, and he knew you were coming here with him as your date. He knows.

But even though he knows, he can’t control how he feels in this moment. How he just wants to rip Seojoon’s hands right off of you, maybe even rip his arms off completely so he can’t touch you again. He feels like he’s gonna turn into the fucking Hulk.

The ugly green monster, big, bad, scary, out of control: Jealousy, an emotion he has never been good at controlling.

He bounces his leg up and down, feeling like he’s gonna crawl out of his skin the more he stares at Seojoon caressing your thigh. Feels like he needs to make him stop, but he can’t just tell him to stop, that would be weird. That would give it all away, and although Jungkook is near the point of not giving a fuck who knows about your shared past… he’s also well aware of how reckless he has been all night.

He knows damn well how reckless it would be to make things so obvious. It’s your secret, too, and he has no right to make it known unless you choose to; and he knows you wouldn’t ever choose that willingly. He wouldn’t either, not here anyway, even if he thinks about it.

But then he sees Seojoon laugh, pick up his cup of luke-warm tea, take a sip, and put it back down.

Gets an idea. An extremely petty one.

Before he can talk himself out of it, he says casually, “Mmm this tea could use some sugar, ‘scuse me…”

He reaches over you towards the sugar cubes, even though there’s a cup of them right in front if him, and he makes a move to grab them. But after grabbing the little cup full of sugar cubes, he ‘accidentally’ knocks Seojoon’s cup of tea off of the table…

Right into your lap, spilling all over you and all over Seojoon’s hand.

Seojoon hisses, yanks his hand away from your thigh. You let out a little squeak, although the tea isn’t piping hot anymore, it’s warm and uncomfortable as it covers your thighs and a portion of your dress.

“What the fuck, man?” Seojoon asks irritably, and honestly is being a little dramatic. He’s cradling his hand as if it burns or hurts, but you know it doesn’t considering it didn’t burn you at all, wasn’t even hot.

You also know this was no accident, judging by that look in Jungkook’s eyes that you’ve seen in the past; the look of satisfaction blended with fake innocence… the same look he used to give you when he would edge the fuck out of you even though you begged him to just let you finish.

You immediately move to grab a napkin, which you half expected Seojoon to do for you, but he’s too busy cradling his hand. Drama king. You begin dabbing at your dress and thighs, shooting Jungkook a glare similar to the one earlier.

He flashes the most innocent, apologetic, fake-ass smile you’ve ever seen, grabs a napkin and starts assisting you in cleaning up the mess on your thighs.

“Ah, I’m so sorry, I’m so clumsy sometimes. Let me help…”

Two things go through your mind; why is Jungkook helping you, but not Seojoon, and holy fuck, he is touching your thighs.

To the rest of the table, who are stuck between scolding Jungkook and checking on you and Seojoon, his touches probably seem clinical; an attempt to help fix his mess… but to you, it feels as if the tea sticking to your skin is suddenly piping hot. His fingers fucking burn when they touch your skin, and it causes goose bumps to raise all over your body.

You shoot him a look, although you aren’t sure of your expression. He makes eye contact, doesn’t dare look away as he slowly wipes the napkin over your skin, dabbing away the liquid until your skin is dry.

That same needy look he used to get when you were on top. Those fucking eyes that beg you for anything, everything, suck you in. It’s as if he’s silently saying, ‘please let me touch, I’ll do anything.’

You hate yourself at this moment, the alcohol somehow doesn’t dim down the sensations of his fingers in your skin. You wonder why when Seojoon was caressing your thigh, you barely noticed… yet this small touch from Jugkook is setting you alight in a way you haven’t been in so fucking long.

Why are you even thinking about these things? Why are you remembering these things about him? They’re all supposed to be buried in the soil along with your dead flower. Is the flower still alive? Has it somehow survived these months of anguish and healing?

Did you ever heal at all? Did you ever truly get over him, or did you just get better at not thinking about him every second of the day?

Fuck. This is a mess. The way he’s looking at you doesn’t help, and what's worse is you cannot look away. Your thighs are dry now, and he dabs uselessly at the wet spot on your dress as his other hand boldly reaches up and skims the side of your leg… what the fuck is he doing? At a table full of people?!

You don’t even realize that Seojoon is now arguing petulantly with Taehyung. Oh, sweet Taehyung, who is being just as dramatic as Seojoon, fretting over his hand as if it’s the end of the fucking world that Jungkook spilled luke-warm tea on him.

“Jungkook-ah, say you’re sorry! You could’ve hurt him, him and his pretty hands!”

That snaps Jungkook out of it, the needy look leaving his face quickly as he snatches both hands away from you as if you are the one burning him now. He won’t even look at you.

Because he just almost lost control. Genuinley, he was not paying attention to those around you both. He got fucking sucked into another dimension, full of flashbacks, pictures of flowers and your face, and all he fucking wanted was to touch.

As much of a little shit as he is being, he doesn’t want that. He feels crazy. Just scared himself a little bit.

He glares at Taehyung and then addresses Seojoon, “My apologies hyung, was an honest accident. Is your hand ok?”

Seojoon nearly wants to scoff at the use of the honorific because something feels so fake about it… because it is fake. Meant to butter him up and make him believe Jungkook didn’t just purposely spill some tea all over him out of jealousy.

Luckily, Seojoon is none the wiser. He’s just irritated with Jungkook in general… for other reasons that don’t exactly involve you or Jungkook directly at all.

“It’s fine, I’m fine. Just didn’t expect it…”

Seojoon mumbles as he realizes you also got drenched in tea. He looks down, notices you’re already as clean as you can be, and is thankful he doesn’t have to fret over you too. His mood is a bit soured now, but even then he nudges you and gives you a small smile.

“You good baby? Didn’t ruin your dress, did you?”

You nod at him, try to hide how shaky your hands are as you straighten the hem of your dress to cover your thighs. You feel a bit too exposed, your skin still burning from the intensity of Jungkook’s touch… begin to wonder if he has turned into poison ivy, rather than a flower.

You can’t recall him being quite this intense in the past. Lot’s of unanswered questions go through your head again.

You nod at Seojoon and smile, “I’m good, it’ll come out if I wash it. No worries.”

You let out a deep breathe, and Seojoon goes back to talking to Tae about some work thing. You look up through your lashes, make eye contact with the Chesire cat.

His expression is unreadable, which is unsettling for reasons you don’t understand. You wish you knew how much he knew… did he see Jungkook touching you again?

“You should be more careful, you’re really like a child sometimes, it’s exhausting.”

Your head snaps up to the sound of that grating female voice, and you feel another surge of irritation. Sena, speaking to Jungkook like that… oh, it pisses you off almost as he does.

What he did was childish, and you’ll pull him aside to scold him later probably, but why is she saying something like that in front of everyone? Isn’t that embarrassing? It is, it’s fucking humiliating. If Seojoon said some shit like that to you, you’d walk out.

Jungkook’s friends don’t know the exact issues in his marriage, but they’re used to this kind of thing. They know it is far from perfect, and have become accustomed to Sena’s behavior. They always make sure to check on him when she’s not around, but he always tells them to mind their business.

It doesn’t change the fact that it’s always a bit awkward when they overhear it.

Jungkook just rolls his eyes, because he doesn’t care anymore. Nods at her. Agrees with her, even. If he doesn’t, she’ll just argue, and he doesn’t really have the energy for that right now. Not when he still has the lingering feeling of your skin on the tips of his fingers, or the satisfaction he feels at the fact Seojoon hasn’t even attempted to touch your thigh again.

Messy, but… Mission accomplished.

You, however, it isn’t so easy for you to let go. You aren’t accustomed to her behavior like him and his friends, and you don’t plan to be.

“It’s fine, really, accidents happen.”

You shoot her a tight smile, try to be polite and reassuring… and she scoffs, rolls her eyes, and then waves a fucking hand at you.

“See? That’s something a mom would say to their kid if they spilled something. Even our new friend is talking to you like a child Jungkook, do better.”

You swear you feel your eye start to twitch.

“Sena, enough. I get it. My bad.”

Jungkook tries to get her to shut up, can tell you’re getting irritated. Part of him secretly likes it, the fact that you hate his guts right now but still try to defend his honor. But he’s also embarrassed because you’re finally seeing what his wife is like.

He wishes he was proud of his wife, but when shit like this happens? He’s anything but.

You try really hard not to start seething at her. You nearly want to jump across the table and pull her blonde fucking hair.

“No, I’m not speaking to him like a child, I’m stating the fact that accidents do happen and it’s nothing to get bitchy over. You’re the only one addressing a grown man as if he’s a child over something so small, Sena.”

“Excuse me???”

You know that scene in Mean Girls when the cafeteria turns into a jungle, and everyone starts fighting? It feels like that’s about to happen.

“Alright! Who wants more margaritas?! I do!”

Hoseoks voice carries across the table, clapping his hands with the brightest smile on his face, sounding a lot cheerier than he should in your opinion. But thankfully, it works. Clearly everyone heard you, and now you’re embarrassed. You just inadvertently called this woman a bitch over a man everyone presumes you met tonight for the very first time. You’re certain you’ve just made yourself look bad, could have handled yourself a lot better. But, fuck, you couldn’t help it. You hated hearing her speak to him that way and then try to make it as if you agreed with her! You tried to be nice, but she fucking pushed it.

“No thanks. My apologies.”

You bow your head slightly, and Hoseok just keeps that smile on his face. Rushes over to Sena’s side, badgering her to go in the kitchen and help him make more drinks. She groans at him, but gets up with an eyeroll and follows him.

You have a feeling that he did that specifically to get her away from you, and you’re unsure if that’s in your favor or hers. Fuck. Way too much shit has happened tonight.

You glance around the table, notice Jin and Namjoon are gone, must gave gone outside or maybe in the living room. Seojoon and Taehyung are in their own little world, you wonder if they even heard the little argument… and if they did, why hasn’t Seojoon said anything? God, you hope he isn’t mad now, although you wouldn’t blame him if he were.

That’s when you look straight ahead. Yoongi again. And he has the littlest smirk on his face… except this time, it almost seems genuine, not sarcastic or misplaced.

It's full of respect, because you just did the one thing everyone else around you refuses to fucking do for Jungkooks sake, which is speak up against Sena and her shitty attitude.

That’s the moment that you decide that you don’t regret it, and you don’t care if Seojoon is mad. If Yoongi, the man who apparently knows bits and pieces of your deepest darkest secret, is looking at you like that? Then you know you did the right thing. You’re a little proud, even.

You nod to Yoongi, a silent exchange between you two. Then you look beside you, and see Jungkook, with that needy expression on his face again. He’s sitting with his elbow propped on the table, his chin resting in his palm. Looks like he’s drunk, cheeks red, eyes heavy, lips a bit pouty… but he only had one beer.

He is drunk. Drunk on you, on the way you just defended him in front of everyone against his fucking wife. Nearly got hard because of it, which is why his cheeks are so flushed. He never expects the guys to defend him, in fact, makes it clear that they stay out of it when her attitude flares up. But you, oh you… You met her for the first time tonight, met everyone here for the first time tonight, and even in a room full of people you’re trying to impress… you defended him.

You still love him, he just knows it. He knows deep down inside, you must fucking love him. If you really hated him, you wouldn’t have done that.

He almost feels giddy at the knowledge.

You have a hard time looking away once again, you’re amazed that no one has noticed how intensely you both have locked eyes several times tonight. Jungkook just has that effect on you, he’s fucking beautiful, and the way he looks at you is enough to make you weak to this fucking day. Drives you mad with conflict.

And as you stare at him, you finally notice the little purple star patches on his face. Looks just like the ones you use… you wonder where the fuck yours even went, now that you think about it. Haven’t seem them in months.

You point to his cheek and mumble almost stupidly, “Those look exactly like the ones I used to use.”

He hums in response, sticks his tongue in cheek. Fights a grin, because if only you knew he fucking stole these from you the night he left.

Maybe he’ll confess one day.

“Weird,” is all he says in response.

He stares at you some more, like you he can’t look away. Looking at you, being near you, is the equivalent to a thirsty man finally getting a few sips of water. He was fucking thirsty, and his eyes drink you in as if you’re water straight from the spring.

He mouths the word ‘pretty,’ at you, uses a finger to point at your face and then your dress. Whispers, “So pretty.”

Fuck. You are going to die. You are going to have a heart attack.

“Jungkook, I’m ready to go home.”

Ok, maybe you won’t die, because you’re interrupted again… or maybe you will fucking die for that very reason.

Butterflies again. Not worms and flies. Butterflies.

Sena is staring at Jungkook with an irritated expression, her arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed grumpily. Seems Hoseok’s margaritas didn’t sway her or improve her mood, seems you ruined her mood for the rest of the night, seems she’s the fucking child after all…

You just hope your little outburst doesn’t cause problems for Jungkook at home.

“Alright.” Jungkook says flatly, eyes still never leaving you.

You wonder if she notices. That thought alone makes you finally look away.

Seojoon eyes Sena almost wearily, but his gaze shifts to you once he realizes you’re staring back. He gives you a tight lipped smiled.

“We should get going too, you ready?”

You nod at him, because as much as you really would enjoy staying to chat, or making love with your eyes at Jungkook, you are fucking exhausted. Emotionally, anyway. Tonight has been so unnecessarily dramatic and you just want to go to sleep. You want to be able to take a shower, sit in there until the water runs cold, maybe cry a little, and process all of the shit that has happened tonight.

“Yeah, getting a little tired. Must be the alcohol.”

Or maybe it’s the headache staring at you like a sad dog right now.

You get up, force yourself to not look at Jungkook as he gets up as well. He nearly pouts, but he also thinks right now is a good time to wrap it up… although a sense of dread fills him at the thought of not seeing you again.

He won’t let that be an option. Nope.

You make your way to the living room where most of the guys have gathered, say your goodbyes. Each of them insist on hugging you, thanking you for coming. Taehyung especially, gives you the biggest fucking bear hug and makes you agree to hangout again, says he adores you, begs you to make him more cookies.

Seojoon is less than pleased with this, but tries not to show it. Tries not to feel threatened or jealous… tries not to feel guilty about the fact his own head was a bit all over the place tonight. Was barely paying attention to you after the whole girlfriend fiasco, if he’s being honest. Was worried Sena may start shit…

You don’t need to know that, though.

Yoongi is the only one who doesn’t hug you, which you don’t mind. Would feel far too awkward giving this mysterious man a hug. But he does offer you a head nod and a lip purse, so that’s something, right?

You don’t say goodbye to Sena, although Seojoon did say goodbye in both of your behaves.

You don’t say goodbye to Jungkook either. Don’t know if you can stomach uttering the words ‘goodbye’ again. Makes you feel all kinds of fucked up, so you just… don’t.

But of course, he won’t have that. Absolutely not.

Because right as you are following Seojoon out the door after putting on your ‘thrifted’ coat and shoes, he grabs your arm, pulls you back in. You let out a huff of air and yank your arm away. Not that the touch makes you uncomfortable, but… him touching you at all is causing some very confusing feelings, just like when he ‘accidentally’ spilled Seojoon’s tea and then cleaned you up after.

“You didn’t say bye. And you forgot your purse at the table.”

He states simply, handing you your purse and then sticking his hands in his pocket politely as he rocks back and forth on his heels.

Giving you that same fucking look. It’s so subtle, but his eyes practically beg you to at least say goodbye to him.

He's gonna make this hard, isn’t he?

You nod at him awkwardly and sling your purse over your shoulder. Fail to realize that it’s a bit lighter than it was when you originally brought it.

Because Jungkook, being the thief that he apparently is, impulsively took something from it. This time, he doesn’t intend to keep it, quite the opposite actually. See, he knew you would probably refuse to see him after this. He can’t take that. He needed an excuse to see you again, anything, something that you wouldn’t be able to say no to since he is certain you probably won’t even unblock his number after this.

He isn’t even sure what he plans to do when seeing you again. His intentions aren’t necessarily to start things up again, he isn’t that stupid, but… just to be in your life again. He would do anything to be in your life again.

Will do his fucking best to control himself if you do come around and show him mercy.

So… he took your wallet. Yeah, probably a very shitty thing to do. But you need your wallet, and he needs to see you… he can just say you dropped it and he picked it up for you. Maybe you’ll meet him for coffee, take it back, and then he can get on his knees and beg again for you to please, please, please give him another spot in your life.

Maybe it’s reckless, but he has been reckless all night. Maybe he will regret this tomorrow morning.

You don’t know this though, have no clue, completely just done with this shit tonight. Don’t even think to double check and make sure you have all of your belongings before leaving.

So you mutter, “Thanks… see ya.”

And you turn to walk off. Try to ignore how fucking terrible it feels to act so indifferent with him, but you don’t know how else to act after the past, and after the shit he pulled tonight. Reckless is an understatement in your opinion.

He's actually satisfied with this… because ‘see ya,’ implies that you will see him again. Whether it’s a subconscious choice of words, or intentional, he isn’t sure; but it still implies you are at least considering seeing him again.

It makes him smile to himself as he watches you walk off.

“See ya.” He echoes in response.

Now he just needs to figure out a way to contact you when you aren’t face to face, since you’ve blocked his number…

The drive home was fairly quiet, other than Seojoon thanking you for coming. He seemed a bit on edge, didn’t really say much after the vague praise of how well you did with his friends… but you chalked it up to him just being tired. You aren’t sure what the fuck the deal is between him and Sena, but you assume maybe she’s just someone who is very hard to be around. Seojoon works with her, so of course he would be a bit awkward with the way she acted, you wouldn’t want things to be awkward for him at work just because you don’t get along with her.

But also… you find it incredibly odd that he didn’t say anything when you stood up to her. He didn’t scold you, didn’t defend you, didn’t even tell you to watch your mouth. He didn’t bring it up at all… you swore he would. If it were you in his position, you would have stood by him and supported him in speaking up.

But he just said… nothing. Maybe he just doesn’t want to argue, or maybe he didn’t notice it; it’s been a long night, and you’re both full and tired. You’re more tired than him considering you drank a bit heavily, thank god he didn’t drink more than a beer.

Regardless, he takes you back to your place, decides he’s going to sleep over because he’s way too tired to drive back. You sometimes forget the fact that he’s older than you, and nearly make a joke about him being an old man… but decide against it. He seems a little grumpy.

You really just wanted to come home and wallow in your own self pity, but you suppose you will have to put that off.

Besides, this will be a good chance to bring up the fact that he called you his fucking girlfriend. Labeled you without giving you a heads up. And after you deal with that, he can fall asleep, and you can cry into your pillow about fucking flower boy and his antics.

You do take a shower first, although it isn’t two hours long like you wished it was. You stay in there for about 45 minutes before getting out, let the warm water wash over your body as you decompress. Tried not to think too much about those needy eyes or fiery hands.

Key word: tried. And you fucking failed. The moment you started to get aroused at a bunch of unwelcome memories, you turned the water to the coldest setting. Then you got out, dried yourself off, did all the girly thinks like skincare and lotion, and then got dressed. Pretended it didn’t happen.

As you make your way out of the bathroom, you see Seojoon has already made himself comfortable in your bed. He’s dressed down into his boxers, laying on his stomach with his cheek pressed into the pillow. His eyes are closed, but you know he’s not asleep because you can see the stress lining his brows.

Normally such a sight would be comforting… you don’t like sleeping alone. But tonight, you almost wish he went home so that you could have a few moments of peace.

Or maybe so you could have a complete mental breakdown without him being near.

You sigh and make your way to lay beside him on the bed, plug your phone into the charger and then look down at him. Cross your arms as you lean against the headboard, and he can feel you staring at the back of his head, so he turns to face you.

He knows what you’re about to say. Doesn’t want to deal with it, really, but he knows he needs to. So he keeps his mouth shut and waits for you to say it.

“So I’m your girlfriend now?”

There it is.

He shrugs, keeps his eyes closed. Says simply, “Yeah.”

What more is there to say? Do you expect him to apologize for putting that label on your relationship finally, after several months of basically being boyfriend-girlfriend? It’s essentially what you are to begin with, he doesn’t see the big deal. It’s just a stupid label.

And it protects him from losing you. He didn’t like the way Taehyung doted on you, or how Hoseok called you pretty. He needed everyone there to know you were taken… especially that Jungkook guy. He swears he saw him looking at your ass.

(He did, by the way.)

If Seojoon knew the truth behind Jungkook’s little glances, he would probably have had a heart attack. Thank god he doesn’t know, even though you are unaware of the jealousy festering inside of Seojoon.

But that isn’t the only reason he claimed you as his girlfriend, Sena was a huge reason. The guys doting on you was just a bit of a push to get the words out, but he needed Sena to know he was exclusive with you considering she was far too comfortable when she greeted him.

Exclusive for now, anyway. Things between him and Sena are… complicated.

Just like things between you and Jungkook.

And neither of you have a fucking clue.

“Well, we never talked about it so it was pretty off putting to hear you just blurt it out like that. I didn’t like it Seojoon.”

You keep your voice leveled when speaking to him, calm, because you don’t want him to think you’re trying to argue with him… but you also want him to know how you feel. Boundaries and all that.

“Ugh, Y/N, it isn’t that serious. We are basically in a relationship as it is, you’re my girlfriend even without the label. You know it’s true, babe.”

You huff at him, because he doesn’t get it. He isn’t wrong exactly, but… you feel pressured now. The label isn’t the issue, it’s the fact that yesterday you were comfortable with whatever you and Seojoon are; now you’re unsure. A bit nervous, even.

“I get that Seojoon, I do, but you know how I am… I told you I wanted to move slow.”

“Yeah, you wanted to move slow, yet I have a key to your apartment and basically live here. Don’t be so stubborn, just let it be…”

You’re conflicted… because he’s right. You did say you wanted to move slow, yet you contradicted yourself in several ways. You don’t think you lead him on, because you do want to be serious with him… but also, pressure. Pressure, pressure, pressure, and you do not like it.

You begin to speak up, but he cuts you off.

“Baby, just stop overthinking. We just needed a little push, that’s all, and I pushed. Now you’re my girlfriend. As simple as that, yeah?”

He reaches up and pats your cheek lazily before turning on his back and grabbing his phone. You’re speechless momentarily, have no fucking idea how to respond to that. Start to question whether you’re being too uptight or not, because he’s making it sound as if you are. Again, he isn’t wrong… but you feel a bit manipulated. He literally silenced you.

Fuck, you hate this. You don’t hate the idea of being his girlfriend, but the way he’s handling it all is throwing you off completely.

You begin to wonder whether or not seeing Jungkook has anything to do with how fucked you’re feeling about it all. If you hadn’t seen him tonight, would you be more accepting of the new label? More willing to hear Seojoon out? Is this all just you being unreasonable?

Or is Seojoon being a fucking dick?

“I leave at six in the morning tomorrow, quite a few coworkers are joining on the trip. You sure you don’t wanna come? I can buy your ticket and everything.”

“Huh?”

Seojoon breaks you out of your silent thought, speaking of some trip you don’t remember discussing. You’re all over the place really, can’t seem to focus on a single thought at a time, and you kind of hate how he just brushed over the topic expecting you to accept what he said…

… even though you kinda did.

“Work trip to New York? For the fashion convention? It’s only for the weekend, I told you about it last month. You really should come.”

You blink at him, start to vaguely recall him telling you about a trip at some point. He invited you, and you declined because you thought you would be working. Also, you didn’t know how you felt about traveling with him at the time so you thought it was best he went on his own.

Funny how he so easily made you forget the problem at hand, isn’t it?

You realize you actually don’t work this weekend, which is rare. Weekends are normally busiest, all the couples and families come in on the weekends to get in their quality time. But you switched your shifts this weekend to Sohee, because she needed Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday off to visit her parents unexpectedly.

Speaking of Sohee, you need to call her and fucking tell her what a mess you’re in. Later, though.

A trip to New York doesn’t sound terrible… you could use the mini vacation, especially after tonight. He wouldn’t offer if he didn’t want you there, and maybe this can warm you up to being his girlfriend, since that’s apparently a thing now. You’ve never really been one for impulsive decisions, but you decide this could be good for both of you. Maybe fate is throwing you a bone, freeing up your schedule like this.

Or maybe fate is fucking with you. You can never be too sure…

Going to New York would mean no chance of seeing flower boy, no reminders of him, just a complete distraction. That’s something you really need right now…

“And you’re sure it isn’t too much trouble? I mean, I don’t work like I thought I did, so I could come… but only if it isn’t too much trouble.”

You nibble your lower lip as you look down at him, and he side eyes you. Gives you the most sheepish look.

“Uh, well… no, no trouble at all considering I already bought a plane ticket for the seat next to mine… Don’t look at me like that! I did it just in case, and I don’t like sitting next to strangers so even if you didn’t come, I had a reason. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose. Anyway, yes, please come.”

He gives you a sweet look, fights a laugh. He’s lying, of course. He always intended on you joining him, which is why he bought that second plane ticket… he would have convinced you last minute even if you said no.

You roll your eyes at him, not as irritated as you should be at the gesture because the more you think of a little weekend trip to New York, the more you get excited to get the fuck away for a while.

You reach over and tug his hair playfully, “Ugh, you’re ridiculous… but I’ll come, since you so kindly offered.”

He grins at you, locks his phone and gets more comfortable in the bed. Knowing you’re coming along, and actually seem to be excited about it, is relieving for him. He doesn’t need to do any extra work to coerce you into coming. He gets his way and you remain happy.

“That’s my girl. I’m gonna leave your place at like four, go home to grab my luggage. Taehyung is watching Simba for me. You can pack while I do that, you only need to pack enough to last until Monday.”

You nod at him, “Ok, that sounds good, but you should really take a nap… it’s late and you’ll be tired.”

“Mmm, yeah, guess I should… but I’ll just sleep on the plane. I’ll be fine, long flight.”

You’re thankful that you stay organized because it won’t take you long to pack. Your makeup is already in a bag, and you can just stuff your girly things in your toiletry travel bag… your room is still sort of messy from earlier, but that’s fine. You can pack some clothes quickly in the morning. You feel lighter at the thought that you’re getting to go away for a while, clear your head, so you can’t really find yourself too bothered or stressed at the moment.

As far as sleep, well… you’ve had many sleepless nights the last few months anyway, you’ll be fine as long as you nap on the plane. You’ll deal with the jet lag fine as long as Seojoon supplies you with caffeine.

He falls asleep quickly after that, seems to be at peace… because after you dropped the girlfriend issue, and agreed to go with him so easily, he felt he has no problems worth losing sleep over.

Must be real nice.

You lay back against your pillow and grab your phone, you’re about to search up things to do in New York… when you see a slew of Instagram notifications.

Your stomach fucking drops when you see the name of who has flooded your inbox with DM’s.

Jeon Photography… in other words, fucking Jungkook.

You reluctantly open the DM’s, fully prepared to block his work account.

But it doesn’t work out that way.

Ok, so… you didn’t block him. You messaged him back. And he has your wallet.

You can argue that you messaged him back for that reason alone, you need your wallet to go to NY. And it seems to have worked out, you’ll get it in the morning.

But now, rather than being excited about your little trip, you are full of fucking conflict again. Because one, you have to see Jungkook. Two, Sena is apparently coming and you are pissed that Seojoon didn’t mention that to you. And three… you were fucking smiling at your phone while you messaged him. You liked it far too much.

While Seojoon is right beside you.

You know you shouldn’t be getting involved with Jungkook more than necessary, it isn’t right for several reasons. But, ugh, it was cute how he was acting all sweet and desperate for your attention. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to laugh at him purposely misspelling Seojoon’s name.

But, you gave none of that away. You need to put distance. You don’t want to let Sena ruin this trip for you, and you hope you don’t have to see her much. You need to try and calm down once again, can’t let this ruin yet another occasion you are supposed to be spending with Seojoon. Besides, you won’t have to see Jungkook long, you’ll grab your wallet and go.

And you swear you won’t message him again… even though you make no effort to block his Instagram. You don’t unblock his cell number either, though… so there’s that.

Although a bit giddy at his messages, you’re upset with him. Replay tonight’s events in your head as you try to sleep. The fucking shock of him being there, the passive aggressive comments made, the kiss, the declaration that he isn’t done with you, fucking Yoongi, the tea incident, fuck… all of it. And when you finally got it all off your mind, swept it under the rug, he messages you. Puts himself back in your head.

You need to sleep, not fret over Jeon Jungkook or the guilt that is now resurfacing with Seojoon sleeping soundly beside you.

You can worry about it another time. You can ignore how good it felt to be casually messaging him. You can pretend the kiss didn’t happen. You can refuse to see him after tomorrow.

Sweep it under the rug. Bury it in the dirt. He has no say in whether you’re done or not, and you are done. You swear you are done with him. Have been for a while…

That’s what you repeat to yourself, anyway, all the way until you fall asleep.

Silly girl… you never should have told him you were going on that work trip.

You wake up the next morning to Seojoon nudging you, mumbling something about leaving and packing quickly. Kisses you on the forehead before saying he will be back in 45 minutes to pick you up. You regret staying up late, because fuck, it is hard to get out of bed.

But you do. You don’t want to be late or miss this trip, not after last night. You barely think about the fact that that you must see Jungkook briefly today, you just wake up robotically. Coffee will help.

You go through the motions of taking out your dusty suitcase, throw in a bunch of clothes without really paying attention to what you’re packing. You’re sure it’s fine, you see underwear and bras, the clothes surrounding it looks fine enough. You grab your makeup bag, stuff it in, and then grab your travel toiletry bag and put all of the girly things inside before stuffing it in with the rest of your stuff.

You impulsively grab the polaroid camera you have and pack it with your stuff, think it’ll be nice to grab some photos of New York while you’re there. A little activity to create some memories.

After packing a few other mundane things, you get dressed. Decide to go comfy, put on an oversized sweater and some leggings, some sandals to go with it. You put your hair in a messy bun, and don’t bother to put on makeup because you’ll most likely be sleeping the entire way there anyway.

Time flies, of course. You’re tired as fuck, and judging by Seojoon’s grumpy face he is too when he arrives to get you. He helps you pack your luggage into his trunk and pats you on the back for being able to pack so quickly. He may look grumpy, but it seems he isn’t actually. He’s usually pretty sweet when in the mornings.

He stops to get you both a quick cup of coffee on the way to the airport, and you feel lighter already. You have a lot of shit to unpack mentally, but you are thankful that you said yes to this impromptu trip. You’ve never been to New York before, although you have been to the states a few times, New York was always one place you wanted to experience. Who better to experience it with than your new ‘boyfriend?’

When you arrive to the airport, Seojoon drops you off at the terminal with the luggage while he makes arrangements for the car. You wait patiently while sipping your coffee, sitting on one of the empty benches. People watching, seeing the plethora of strangers who all look different, you wonder where they’re coming from or going to. Its fascinating, really, knowing you’ll never see these people again, you like to imagine what they’re like anyway…

And then you see him.

No, not Seojoon, but Jungkook. And Sena. Sena looks fucking mean as she walks through the glass doors, and Jungkook looks far too chipper considering it is 5:15 in the fucking morning.

…why are they carrying so much luggage?

Its funny, how Jungkook immediately starts looking around, surely looking for you. He spots you quickly, and you swear you can see his invisible tail wag when his eyes land on you. He starts sprinting over carrying two big bags of luggage, while Sena pouts and trudges behind him while she drags another large bag. When he finally gets closer, he lowers his face mask and smiles so big that his eyes crinkle up and dimples pop out prominently.

Fuck.

You try to stay neutral, give them both a friendly smile as they approach.

“Hey. Good morning.”

Jungkook fucking grins, “Good morning sunshine.”

For fucks sake, it is too early for this.

You get up, set your coffee down next to the bags and awkwardly ask, “Umm, my wallet? Kinda need it to board the plane.”

He nods at you, digs into his pocket and pulls it out, his deep ass pockets in those comfy sweats you recognize far too well.

He also pulls out a passport… no, two passports… why two…?

He hands you the wallet, “Here, I kept it safe for you.”

He winks playfully, and Sena just rolls her eyes. Barely even looks at you as she mumbles, “So Seojoon brought you? Guess it’s a fucking couples trip now.”

“Hm?”

You blink at her confusedly. Her rude tone doesn’t really phase you, you were a bitch to her last night (although it was well deserved,) so you don’t expect her to be happy to see you. But what the fuck does she mean by couples trip? Is someone else bringing their significant other?

God, Jungkook has that shit eating grin again, and if you weren’t so tired you would have probably put two and two together by now.

“Oh, I decided to tag along. There’s a photography expo coincidentally, and I wanted to check it out.”

No fucking way.

You don’t say anything at first as you put the pieces together. Two passports, the large amount of luggage, Sena’s grumpy face, Jungkook’s happy fucking mood.

Did he do this on purpose?

He won’t admit it to you, but yeah, he absolutely did. The moment you said you were going to New York, he decided he would too. He didn’t lie completely, there really is a Photography expo being held, but that isn’t the reason he’s coming; that’s just his excuse. The reason he’s coming is… well, you. To be near you. To coax you into letting him back in.

This actually started a lot of shit with Sena. She was in a bitchy mood last night after leaving Taehyung’s house, tried arguing with Jungkook about so many different things. And this morning, he invited himself, which she fucking hated. To her, he was a burden, almost embarrassing to bring along. This was her fucking job, she didn’t need her manchild husband tagging along.

She tried to tell him no, but he also wasn’t having that. He didn’t fucking care. He told her he was coming and she could get the fuck over it, she didn’t even have to share a room with him if it was that big of a deal.

She latched onto that quickly, said she refused to share a room with him because she was planning on having colleagues over to discuss the fashion expo over drinks. Rented a fancy pent house like room just for that. He knows damn well that’s not normal, she shouldn’t be so hesitant to share a room with her own husband.

But again, he stopped caring a while ago. They don’t even sleep in the same bed anymore, so it’s not that big of a deal to him. He has one goal in mind…

Be with his Aster. Even if it’s just as friends. He is determined to earn a place in your life again, and he hopes this trip will give him a chance to convince you to give him a chance.

You? Oh, you are in shambles, because this trip was literally supposed to get your mind off of him. Turns out, fate isn’t on your fucking side, fate really is just fucking with you.

Or maybe Jeon Jungkook is fucking with fate.

You nearly want to slap him, demand that he leaves. But you can’t. You have no proof that he did this in purpose, but your gut tells you that he did. He’s acting crazy, after a single night of seeing each other again, and he suddenly keeps popping up? Pushing you to communicate again?

He wasn’t lying when he said he isn’t done. He fucking meant that. In his perspective, this is a chance at redemption. He doesn’t know in what context, but fuck, you’re dating his wife’s coworker, who is also close friends with one of his best friends… it’s all connected.

It can’t be coincidence. He see’s it as a tragic gift, a fucked up second chance. He isn’t going to pass it up. Not until you explicitly say, ‘fuck off, I never want to see you or talk to you again.’

And you haven’t said that. You’ve told him to go away, but you’ve yet to seriously set the boundary.

Contradicting yourself, yet again…

It's at that moment that Seojoon shows up, places a hand on your back. Greets Sena politely, and then she informs him that Jungkook is joining as well. He makes some joke, too tired to feel some type of way about Jungkook coming along. But you aren’t paying attention, not really.

Because Jungkook is giving you those needy eyes again. Smile soft, eyes glittering with stars you were once so find off, skin almost glowing as if he just got laid.

He mouths at you ‘Unblock my number.’ And then fucking giggles.

Holy fuck. It is going to be a long weekend. You can’t catch a break, can you? Karma really is a bitch.

Karma or fate. Both you have grown to sincerely despise within the last 24 hours.

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starlitmark · 3 months

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Summary: You and Mark have to punish your pup for disobeying Pairing: Samoyed!Jeno x fem Golden Retriever!reader x human!Mark Tropes: hybrid au, poly au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: hybrids, language Smut Warnings: collar & leash, voyeurism, scent play(?), grinding, unprotected sex, dirty talk, biting/marking, mxm content Word Count: 1,122 Note: continuation of this drabble for @raibebe Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye February Filth Masterlist Before You Interact

Listen to ♡ Want by Taemin

“No, no, no,” Jeno whines, his hair moving with his motion, “I’ll be–”

“Dogs don’t fucking speak, do they?” Mark reminds him.

Jeno’s ears droop slightly. Mark pulls his leg away from Jeno’s tented sweatpants. You watch as Jeno forces a whine down his throat. His normally soft scent sharpens with desire. It affects your own to grow sweeter and sharper.

Mark moves you to lie back on the bed comfortably. Your blonde floppy ears splay out with your hair against the pillows. Jeno’s leash is still tight in Mark’s hold. He pulls the younger closer to the edge of the bed absent-mindedly as he focuses on kissing you. His free hand pulls your underwear down your legs. You help him by squirming your legs. He tosses the soaked material off the bed toward Jeno.

“That’s all you get. Understood?” He asks, still not looking at the Samoyed hybrid.

Jeno nods profusely and accepts the material. While he’s distracted, Mark lets the leash go slack for a moment as he removes his clothing. Mark drags his cock against your bare pussy. The feeling of that alone sends your body and mind into raw desperation for your human boyfriend.

“Mark,” you gasp when his cock catches on your clit, “Please, fuck me. Need you so bad.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, “Want me to fuck you raw and leave a mess for our pup to clean up later?”

You whimper at his filthy words and the implications of them. Mark pushes into you, making you moan loudly and cling to him. Jeno makes a small noise, wanting some sort of release or attention. You let one of your hands fall down by his face. He nuzzles into your palm, happy that he got anything at all.

Mark thrusts into you at a brain-numbing pace. You’re seeing stars. You know your scent is sharp and sweet. It’s definitely taking a toll on Jeno’s state. When you look at him for a moment, you can tell his pupils are nearly engulfing his irises. His scent is extremely sharp out of pure desperation for any form of release from his aroused state. Leaning forward more, Jeno nudges against Mark’s arm.

“Do you want something, pup? Can’t you see I’m preoccupied fucking our precious girlfriend?”

“Markie,” you whine when he hits that perfect spot inside you.

“Hmm?” He hums, eyes refocusing on you.

“More, please, need more!” You beg.

Mark smirks before leaning down to kiss you. You moan into the kiss. If you were on your stomach, you know your tail would be twitching and wagging from the amount of pleasure you’re feeling. Mark’s free hand wanders into your hair, slotting his fingers around one of your ears. The touch to your puppy ear makes your body even more reactive. Mark tugs Jeno’s leash, pulling the Samoyed hybrid up onto his knees. His snow-white ears are pointed back in submission to the elder.

Pulling away from you slightly, Mark locks his lips with Jeno’s. Despite saying the other puppy hybrid would only get your underwear, he hungrily kisses him. Still, Mark keeps his brutal pace fucking you. He doesn’t kiss Jeno for very long. He keeps his word, not giving the other man a single bit of relief.

“Mark, please,” Jeno whines, “I’m a good boy! I’m being good!”

“Pup,” you moan, “Come here.”

“Darling,” Mark says with a warning tone, “He’s not getting anything.”

You moan when Mark places a kiss against a sensitive spot near your scent gland on your throat. He may not be able to smell your scent like Jeno can, but he loves kissing and marking your scent glands just as much as the other puppy hybrid does.

“We can’t let our pretty puppy suffer, Markie.” You gasp, “It’s not fair to him.”

Mark continues to kiss your throat and leave pretty purple bruises behind each time. Jeno whimpers, wishing to be the one marking you up. He’s always been obsessed with the action. He never properly bites your throat where the mating mark would be placed. You’re all very careful of that, even if Mark can never properly mate you.

“Maybe he should’ve been a good pup and waited until I told him it was okay to get off on my leg.”

“Mark,” you moan as his fingers pull the hair around your puppy ears slightly, “He’s being so good right now. Look at him.”

Mark pulls away from your throat to look at your other boyfriend. The Samoyed hybrid is sitting beside the bed just as he was told. His eyes are wide and brimmed with tears, adding to his desperate puppy dog expression. The black collar around his throat stands out against his unmarked skin, and the leash only adds to the debauched sight.

Your human boyfriend stops his hips altogether, making you whine from the lack of stimulation. He sits up, still deep inside you, and tugs Jeno closer again. The puppy lets out a shaky breath, being held meer inches from his boyfriend’s face. You’re so desperate to just grind down against Mark’s cock as he calculates his next move on Jeno.

“Please,” Jeno whines.

“You’re out of your headspace?” Mark questions quietly.

The Samoyed nods, “Yeah, just need–”

Mark drops the leash and takes Jeno’s face in his hands, pressing his cheeks slightly. Again, Jeno’s scent spikes for a second then evens out to a still sharp yet smoother state. You finally cave and move your hips against Mark’s. He smirks while keeping his eyes locked on Jeno’s.

“I know you smell and see it, pup.” He says in a low voice, “You want to help her out too, yeah?”

“Mmm,” Jeno hums, trying his best to nod.

“That’s our good boy.” He muses, “Come on, come help me take care of our girlfriend.”

Jeno doesn’t need to be told twice. He climbs up on the bed and sits close to you. He desperately wants to nuzzle into your scent gland, but he knows it’ll only make him more needy than he already is. The leash still dangles from his neck, too eager to wait for Mark to help him take it off. It works as an advantage to your older boyfriend, though. He slips his hand around the chain of the leash again and guides Jeno back to him.

“Behave, or else you’ll be tied to the bed, unable to touch either of us. Understood?”

“Y-yes, may I…” he trails off.

“Pup,” you call him in a breathy tone, still fucking yourself on Mark’s cock, “Come help me out a bit. I’m sure Mark will be kind this time.”

“For now, yes.” Mark chuckles, finally moving to meet your thrusts, “Go on, be a good boy.”

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shineemoon · 6 months

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TAEMIN ✨ NME Interview (Full → HERE)

“A lot of my songs carry words that could be considered negative and although positive words have power, I think it’s more attractive to make the negative look beautiful.”

Taemin’s definition of love: “There’s different forms. There is love that you receive from your parents, the love from your girlfriend or boyfriend, and the love from fans. But there’s always a sacrifice, and pushing someone to sacrifice is also love. There are a lot of things I gain from being a singer but, at the same time, there are lots of things I have to give up, and these are the ones I emphasised in this single.”

“I learned to be careful to trust someone, because it really hurts when someone suddenly disappoints you. It’s very important in relationships to be careful about what you talk and what you do.” These words reflect Taemin’s growth since he released his previous mini-album, 2020’s ‘Advice’, shortly before enlisting in South Korea’s obligatory military service. During that break from music, he realised that people learn from experience. “I found out that I’m interested in different hobbies, different food, different restaurants, different vacation spots. Having moments to relax were an opportunity to feel like the person Taemin, instead of the artist Taemin.”

“I like to separate the personas. It’s like actors, who separate the person and the character. Off stage, I think I’m more playful and simpler, like a little kid.” While reminiscing about this dichotomy, he goes as far as to compare his life to the 1998 satirical drama The Truman Show. “In the movie, Jim Carey realises that everyone has been watching him at the end. I came to SM [Entertainment] when I was 12 years old, and the period of time when I was training, my debut, all the moments where I was growing up were shared and seen by a lot of people, so I relate to that.”

“The music video was [also] inspired by this book called Eroticism, by George Bataille. It covers a lot of topics about breaking taboos, and I thought about how this can reflect on my music and the perspective I put into it. For example, showing skin is still a taboo, so when a male performer rips their shirt and the crowd goes wild, I wanted to understand and incorporate the concept of breaking that taboo.” He describes his albums as ways into himself. “I always learn something. Like when you’re writing a journal, you can organise your thoughts [there], but I find that I’m able to organise what I learned and what I think through the albums that I release.” And then, in order to apply his lessons, he pours all his “energy and passion” into performances, to the point of no regrets. “Because there’s some wear to any image, I always think of how to change and show different sides of myself.”

“I have a very different lifestyle than most people, and I realised that, because of my career, I receive a lot of love and support. I knew it in my head, but now I feel it in my skin. Many people my age are still finding their way, so I feel very fortunate to have found out what I love to do.”

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