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thepatricktreestump · 4 years

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Crush pt2 - peter parker imagine

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part 2 – an apartment in queens

The following weeks you found yourself sitting at Peter Parker’s lunch table nearly every day. You slowly got to know him better, understanding his passion for photography, his love for Star Wars, and of course, his obsession with science puns. Alongside him, you also got to know his friends, MJ and Ned. MJ was more laid back and careless than Peter, messy hair and doodling in class, dark humor and straight-to-the-point conversation. She wasn’t like the other girls you knew who liked to gossip about drama or swoon over boys. Instead she talked about true crime and conspiracy theories. Ned was a lot like Peter, minus the anxiety. He was a goofball who enjoyed LEGOs and read comic books and was always excited to announce whatever latest movie just came out or NASA’s newest discovery. His friends were interesting and cool, and you enjoyed hanging out with them a lot too. Of course, they weren’t nearly as charming and polite as Peter was, but you liked the company all the same. MJ was reliable in recommending you good music and Ned in showing you memes he thought you’d appreciate.

As far as Peter goes, when you weren’t sending silly selfies to each other or texting paragraphs back and forth over the phone, you both made an effort to spend time together at school. Study hall slowly became a regular thing between the two of you. After the dismissal bell rang, you would meet at the cafeteria vending machines to grab snacks, and then spread your textbooks out on a library table and breeze through your homework, sharing jokes and stories about the school day or whatever else was going on in your lives at the time. However, approaching the library that evening, both of you instantly pouted at the notice posted on the door.

“Closed for SAT prep,” Peter read aloud. “Uh oh.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you stared at the piece of paper taped to the entrance, letting out a small huff. “We have a test tomorrow and to be completely honest, I haven’t even read the last two chapters yet.”

“I have,” Peter piped up. “I can fill you in if you want, you can borrow notes.” He turned to face you and narrowed his eyes. “Although it’s not like you to be slacking on an assignment. What’s up?”

“I’ve just been helping my dad with this uh, this project lately,” you replied. “I’m trying to figure out how to improve computation time through admissible heuristic-”

“A* yeah,” Peter blurted, recognizing your words, and you paused, thoroughly impressed.

“Wait! Parker, you’re telling me you know algorithms?” you stood there, jaw still hanging in surprise.

“Sure, I am a computer geek after all,” he chuckled softly, flexing a humble brag. “I have a bit of experience in computer science, if you ever want a helping hand.”

“Holy shit,” you blinked, thinking to yourself, as if he couldn’t get any hotter?

“Anyways, you should really get on those chapters. You know this exam makes up ten percent of our grade for the quarter.” He pauses to think for a moment and then his eyes light up with an idea. “Let’s hang at my place and I can catch you up,” he offers, and you look at him incredulously, practically delirious at this point.

“Y-you want me to come over?” you raise an eyebrow and he stiffens, hesitant.

“Uh, I mean, if you’re okay with that,” he explains. “I just thought since the library was closed, you know, we could find a different place to study. It doesn’t have to be my place we can go to a coffee shop or the park or something-”

“No, no your place sounds perfect,” you insisted, head reeling at the fact that your crush just invited you to their house.

“Awesome, cause I know a really good pizza place on the way,” he grins and you think you could melt on the spot right there.

Peter doesn’t live very far from Midtown at all, just a couple transfers. And as far as pizza recommendations go, he knows the very best spot in town. It’s obvious he’s a Queens kid, the way he walks about the city and interacts with the people, it’s like there’s nowhere else he could ever possibly belong. It’s heartwarming, to see the way he talks about his favorite shops and people, pointing out little things like good climbing trees and perfect awnings for being caught in the rain. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he created the city himself, the way he was familiarized with everything. It was impressive.

Your dad didn’t really let you out of the tower to roam much. Happy usually escorted you around a in a car or he insisted you take a taxi rather than the subway. When you did go out, it was usually in his company, to a fancy party or a conference hall, a five-star restaurant or a prestigious academy. Being raised surrounded with such success and wealth was a blessing, and you were ever grateful for it, but it was times like these when you wondered what it would’ve been like to just be a normal kid. To be able to explore and meet others and know the city as well as Peter does, every little hideout and bodega, the best spot to watch the sunrise or grab a sandwich.

“Well uh, this is it,” Peter clutched onto the straps of his backpack, giving a nervous smile. “It might not be much, but it’s my home. It’s just me and my Aunt May, she’s the one who pretty much raised me so…” He shrugged and then opened up the door, you being sure to take everything in.

“Oh my gosh Peter! Hi! How was school today? Oh! And you brought a friend!” a bubbly brunette with glasses greeted both of you, scooping up Peter in a hug, and you instantly knew she must be Aunt May. “Hi dear, I’m Aunt May and you are?”

�� “This is y/n, remember?” Peter introduced you and you raised an eyebrow at that last part, noting the way that he must’ve mentioned you to her before. You tried to hide the blush rising to your cheeks.

“Y/n? Oh yes, how could I forget your-” May paused immediately upon Peter’s terrified eyes and nodded slowly. “Your uh, your?”

“My friend,” he smiled. “She’s my friend, May.”

“Right. Awesome,” she looked at you and you could sense her suspicion, that they were hiding something, but you dismissed it and smiled back. “I’m so glad you could come visit today, Miss Y/n! Peter’s told me so much about you.” You looked at Peter and he gave you terrified eyes, making you laugh. “Oh, was I not supposed to say that?” May turned to you and you laughed harder, reassuring her it was just fine, but inside, your head was reeling. Peter had talked to her about you before? You just hoped it was all good things.

“Anyways… We’re gonna study for our test, so we’ll be in my room. Just knock if you need me,” Peter explained, and to your surprise, grabbed you by the hand and led you down the hall, heart fluttering in your chest every step of the way. He dumped his bookbag on the ground and shut the door, flopping onto his bed, sighing. “Sorry that’s my Aunt May, she can be a little overbearing at times.”

“No, no, you’re all fine,” you reassured, taking a seat next to him at the edge of his bed. “I get it. My dad can be a lot like that too. Lots of questions and pestering- it’s just cause they care about us, you know.”

“Yeah, I appreciate that,” Peter smiled softly, leaning up and looking at you, noticing the way you pressed your lips together, waiting to ask something. “What?”

“You told her about me?” you wondered, and he swallowed nervously, clearly embarrassed.

“I mean, uh… Yeah. I did…” He paused, staring at the floor. “Is that okay?” he asked, scared. “I mean, I tell Aunt May about everything, she’s sort of my best friend- but not in a weird way, she’s my aunt you know, but-”

“You’re fine, Peter,” you laughed. “I’m just giving you a hard time.”

“Oh,” he grew quiet, letting out a soft sigh of relief as you laughed a bit harder, smiling at him. He looked back at you, face reddening, hazel eyes softened. “You have a nice laugh, you know.”

“Really?” you cocked your head to the side, growing self-conscious. “I always thought it was a bit too obnoxious.”

“No, it’s genuine,” he shook his head, insisting. “I like it a lot.” He looked down towards his feet and started to pull out some textbooks from his backpack, and you could’ve sworn you heard him mumble. “I could probably listen to it all day.”

Reading classic English literature was never the most exciting way to pass time, but with Peter, it instantly became your favorite hobby. Both of you impersonated characters and made fun of the old dialect, as well as sprinkled in vine references at every appropriate moment. While writing notes, you doodled cartoons in the margins and decorated them with stickers. It was like hanging out with Peter outside of school made doing school related things much less nerve wracking. It gave you the freedom to be laid back, boisterous, and most of all, handsy. Throughout studying you found yourselves guilty of seeming to find any excuse to touch the other, whether it was poking, tickling, pulling hair, slugging a shoulder, or tugging on a sleeve. At one point, Peter even leaned against your side, resting his head on your shoulder and watching as you scrawled down notes, making your head dizzy.

A notification went off on Peter’s phone and he sighed, walking over to where it was charged on his desk before staring intently. “Woah,” he held his phone screen up to you with the displayed time. “I didn’t even know it was this late! I’m sorry.”

“Oh no,” you glanced at your own phone, spotting the several missed calls and texts from your father, sighing. You didn’t want to leave, but you knew you had to. You didn’t want to dig yourself a deeper hole. Shooting your dad a couple texts and asking Happy to come pick you up, you groaned, realizing there was no avoiding explanations on this one. The school library wouldn’t have even been open for study hall at this time if you said you were there. “Shit, I’ve got to go. I’m sorry, Peter.”

“It’s okay,” he insisted, although you could sense his disappointment too. “Maybe another time?”

“Definitely,” you grinned. “I think I like hanging here much better than the library. You even have a periodic table up on your wall for reference.”

“Exactly!” he pointed out, overexcited, and you giggled at his enthusiasm. “The library’s got nothing on us.”

“It’s a lot quieter in here too,” you added. “Which is ironic, because you’d think a library is the quietest place there is.”

“Not in a high school it’s not,” Peter shook his head and you laughed alongside him.

“You got that right,” you agreed.

Gathering up your things into your bookbag, you joked back and forth with him, until you were about to head out the door and he stopped you, making you freeze. “C-can I ask you something?” he wondered and you stared up at him, wide eyed, nervous. “I’ve sort of been meaning to ask you but I get nervous sometimes and I didn’t know how you’d react but uh-”

“What’s up, Parker?” you smirked, having a feeling that whatever was about to happen could only lead to something good.

“Well you see, there’s this dance coming up, next week actually, and me and Ned were talking about it. Um, it’s the homecoming dance. I was wondering, if it’s okay with you, and it can be as friends or maybe more than friends but well, maybe, I was thinking…” he stopped rambling and sighed, looking at you, frustrated and terrified of himself all at the same time. “Would you like to be my date to the homecoming dance next Friday?”

“Peter-” you stared at him, fireworks exploding in your chest. “Yes! Of course!”

“Wait, really?” his eyes lit up and you nodded eagerly, dropping your bookbag and rushing up to hug him.

“Really,” you insisted, wrapping your arms around him. You had never hugged Peter before, but he was warm and comfy and he smelled like fabric softener. You buried your face into his shoulder, squeezing tight, muffling your giggles. Both of you pulled back and he was smiling ear to ear, you as well. “I wish I could stay longer, but um, I’ll be sure to shoot you a text when I get home.”

“For sure,” he kept smiling at you like a fool, and you couldn’t say anything because you bet you probably looked the exact same.

Waving goodbye to Aunt May and closing the door behind you, you took a step before instantly hearing Peter excitedly ramble on to his aunt. “I asked the question May- the one to the dance. And she said yes! She said yes, holy shit- I’m gonna need a suit. And a corsage. Where do you even get a corsage?”

“Woah, slow down there, kiddo,” Aunt May chuckled. Trying not to eavesdrop any longer, your entire face flushed, heart fluttering, fuzzy feeling enveloping you as you walked down the hall. You were falling for Peter Parker. And you were falling hard.

The car ride home with Happy was pretty quiet, and you knew you were going to get another talking to, you could just feel it. It wasn’t that you were purposely trying to be rebellious or anything, sometimes you just genuinely lost track of time. It was easy to be distracted when you were with someone like Peter. Your attention seemed to effortlessly gravitate towards him, you couldn’t even help it yourself. Making your way up to the elevator, half of you was still buzzing with excitement from your night at Peter’s, but the other half was dreading the rest of the night to come dealing with the repercussions from your dad.

“It’s nine o’clock, y/n. Where in the hell were you? And don’t even start with study hall,” your dad folded his arms, already exhausted.

“I went over to a friend’s house to study,” you explained. “I’m sorry, I lost track of the time and I just-”

“Was it a boy?” he looked at you, narrowing his eyes from behind his glasses and you sighed. “The boy?”

“What does it matter?” you whined.

“It matters because you’re the type of girl to get into trouble,” he argued and you did a doubletake, offended.

“Excuse me?” you stared at him. “I get perfect grades, dad! I’m on the honor roll! And you think that I’m going to get myself into trouble?”

“You’re my daughter, y/n. There’s no way in hell that you aren’t,” he shook his head. Tony sighed, looking you up and down, and then pursed his lips. “Does he treat you right at least? This boy?”

“Y-yeah,” you blushed, nodding, slowly feeling your agitation fade away. “He’s really sweet.”

“Is he smart?”

“Super smart. He competes in the decathlon, dad. Plus he literally studies computer programming for fun.”

“So he’s a giant nerd.”

“No! Okay, maybe. But he’s a cute nerd.”

“Alright, alright,” Tony nodded slowly. “So are you two dating or is this a crush type situation?”

“He asked me to the homecoming dance,” you told him, blushing furiously just at the thought of Peter Parker in a suit and tie, hair gelled back, swaying with you on the dance floor.

“I better get around to meeting this kid then,” he insisted. “If he’s inviting you over and going to the dance with you and all.”

“I’m sure you will, dad,” you smiled sweetly. “The dance is coming up soon and he’s obviously going to pick me up so, you can have a couple words with him then. He’ll be dressed up and everything, it’ll make a good impression.”

“Right, right,” he laughed. “Well just be careful, alright? I can’t have my daughter’s heart getting broken out here. He should know he’s messing with Iron Man’s daughter, I’ll kick his ass if he ever wrongs you.”

“I know, dad,” you rolled your eyes, giving him a big hug. “But I think we’re safe with this one. He’s a really good guy. I can feel it.”

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sanderssideswriting · 4 years

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Youtuber Life Chapter 4

Ships: familial sleepxiety and eventual Prinxiety

Words:???

triggers: attempted suicide mention

first last next

Summary: Remy Sanders is a famous beauty vlogger and just moved to LA with his teenage son Virgil after their location was leaked by fans. Remy AKA CoffeeAddiction has several million subscribers. Virgil also has a secret Drama channel, where he doesn’t show his face and uses a voice modifier. He just hit a million subs and grows more everyday because of the level of production his videos have, the mystery around who he is and the fact that he ALWAYS has the latest information regarding youtube drama.

“Welcome back to another episode of “the fuck did she say now? I have a DID drama update. I’ve been waiting awhile to gather information to do a long segment. Since she first came out about having DID which has been disproven time and time again she’s tried to make it more believable in the stupidest way possible. By reviewing Chick-Fil-A’s spicy chicken sandwich, five fucking times. I watched all those videos plus others to see if she’s trying to keep up the lie. She’s really not. I swear every time I have to give her my views to tell you all what’s going on I die a little inside.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“DAD! Read the fucking sign! I’m recording!”

“Are you talking about Trisha?”

“Yes dad, now let me tell them about her.”

“She’s a total bitch! I fucking hate her!”

“WE KNOW! Damn it, now I’m going to have to edit all this out.”

“I’ve been looking into DID. And it’s actually a very interesting topic, and I encourage everyone to learn more about it. There will be links to videos and article on DID in the description. DisociaDID has not been on social media very much since all of this. I know they attempted suicide. Not because of Trisha or atleast only partly. Nin the systems host was dating someone in another system called Team Piñata who was discovered to be doing some shit I will not mention because it’ll get demonetized. I actually feel really bad for they system, it seems like they have been going through a lot recently. Now for all the OTHER shit Trisha has said and done over the past few weeks.”

Virgil edited the video and posted it, making sure to edit out the bit where his dad interrupted him and called Trisha a bitch.

Roman texted him.

Roman: You’re a meme Virgil: I’m well aware, fucking Jake Paul Roman: I thought you hated the guy, why are you fucking him? Virgil: I’m so fucking done with you

“VIRGIL!”

Virgil rolled his eyes “What?”

“I have in idea for a video get your ass down here!”

Remy was in front of the camera “K, so what if I mixed all of my eyeshadow together into one?”

“First of all Cristine did that with nail powder and polish and Safiya did that already in one of her weird make up science videos. Second, scraping the eyeshadow would kill you to watch.”

“UGH! You’re right, what else could I do?”

“A Bob Ross painting on your face. you could use only drug store products for something,”

“Bob Ross painting with drugstore shit!”

Virgil shrugged “yeah sure, you could also get lip gloss mix it together and try to make something really fucking weird, or do that with gel polish”

“I refuse to touch lip gloss, it’s fucking gross.”

“Bob ross painting not on your faces with lip gloss and other lipsticks.”

Remy nodded “thanks Virgil, you’re helping my buy it later.”

“No, people at school could see me, you can order it,”

“that’s less fun though,”

Virgil rolled his eyes “fine dad, I just need to make sure that no one can recognize me.”

He was ready pretty fast, with a light brown wig and blue contacts he also had close that where black and purple reserved for the occasion.

“Hello everyone! We are in the car today at our local Walgreens because we’re going to be buying lipstick, lip gloss and lip liner to make a Bob Ross painting!”

“Not on your face.”

“Not on my face, fuck lip gloss.”

“I wasn’t aware that was a kink or whatever.”

Remy glared at Virgil “smartass, you can walk home.”

“Gladly, I’ll be laughing when I see you trying to film and carry everything and talk and pay the cashier. You’ll be a meme.”

“You already got memed once this week, I’ll meme you myself if I have to. Or I could turn you into an E-Girl, you did lose that bet.”

“I absolutely despise you,”

Remy laughed “no you don’t.”

“I really do, and you can’t make me e an e-girl.”

“No, but the people can, there’ll be a poll right here, vote should my intern be an e-girl for the day?”

Virgil groaned “times like these make me wish I was aborted.”

Remy laughed.

The rest of the video went ok and no one recognized Virgil.

Raccoon: I hate life Dukey: I saw, I voted yes, you’d make a wonderful e-girl hiss hiss motherfucker: so did I, suffer bitch Raccoon: you’re both traitors hiss hiss motherfucker: at least we’re not going to be an e-girl

Virgil was pissed the whole week. “What’s up with you Dr. Gloom?” Roman asked.

“Made a bet with Remus, and lost, I’m going to commit toaster bath.”

Roman made a face “why would you make a bet with my brother? nothing good comes out of it.”

“I thought I’d win, turns out he’s totally willing to eat deodorant if it means I’ll have to dress like an e-girl for a day and make a tiktok.”

Roman laughed “I cannot wait to see you dressed as an e-girl.”

“I can, I’ll be locking myself in my room all day.”

“I’m surprised Remus didn’t say you’d have to walk around in public like that.”

“He did, but he can’t see me, so I’ll be in my room.”

Remy was in front of the camera. “Time for you to become an e-girl!”

“I’d like to say a very special fuck you to everyone who voted yes and that after this I’m going to commit toaster bath,”

“It’s one day, you’ll be fine.”

“One day in my room with the door locked and curtains closed.”

Remy laughed “oh no gurl, you’ll be going out, I suggest you make plans.”

“WHAT? That wasn’t part of the deal!”

“I thought it would go without saying you’d have to go outside.”

Virgil just glared, happy his face wasn’t in frame.

The makeover took well over an hour. when it was over he looked almost unrecognizable, thankfully.

Virgil: Hey, anyone want to hang out, my dad’s kicking me out of the house for the day says I need to be “social” whatever the means Princey: So you do need to go out as an e-girl Virgil: unfortunately, anyone free? Logan: I have to study and Patton is out at the animal shelter volunteering, Roman? Princey: I’m free, meet you at the mall? Virgil: Sure

“Dad! I’m going to hang out with Roman see you later.”

“Have fun on your date!”

“dad! It’s not a date!” He slammed the door and left.

Virgil waited in a café for Roman. He got an iced coffee as always.

Someone shoved him while he was waiting in line.

“What are you? A boy or a girl make up your mind,”

Virgil didn’t look up from his phone “gender is a spectrum and gender norms are fake and I refuse to give into toxic musicality and if you have a problem with that you can leave because I already ordered and payed for my drink and am not leaving until I get it.”

“You can’t change your chromosomes, it’.” the guy said in a feeble attempt to get back at Virgil. basic biology

“How about you stop relying on basic biology and come back when you can argue the same statement with complex biology. If you really knew anything about biology more then the basics you’d know that scientifically there are at least three genders according to chromosomes. Male, female and intersex, and that once again biology isn’t fucking basic otherwise everyone would be a biologist. I can wear a skirt if I want to.”

He grabbed his coffee and left, Roman had arrived a few minutes prior.

“Damn emo nightmare I didn’t think you’d go all out on the E-girl look.”

Virgil shrugged “go big or go home, and I was kicked out for the day so I had to go big. Dad said I needed to go outside. For some reason, no idea why. I mean last time I left the house of my own free will not for school was only six months ago.”

Roman looked at him in doubt “I’m pretty sure you’ve been outside of your own free will sooner then six months ago.”

“Outside? Yes, of my own free will? not so much. Oooh hot tpic.”

Roman laughed.

“Shut up princey, they have cool stuff, including gay stuff.”

Roman shrugged “could be gayer.”

“You’ve been in hot topic?”

Roman shrugged “a few times with Remus, he makes me go, bribing me with Disney.”

Virgil smirked “why am I not surprised you can be bribed with Disney?”

He started looking around at My Chemical Romance t-shirts and other things. He also grabbed some purple hair dye.

“Where to next princey?”

Roman shrugged “Game stop?”

“Sure,”

They hung out at the mall for awhile longer before guess what another youtuber came.

It was Safiya doing a weird makeup science vlog.

“Virgil, planning on becoming a meme again?”

Virgil rolled his eyes “no, besides Safiya’s cool, I like her make up science videos. I just hate vloggers who do shitty content and make to much money through it.”

They left shortly after going their separate ways.

“How was your date?” Remy called from the basement.

“Not a date! You made me get out the house!”

“Come down here and finish filming!”

“So, how was your day of being an e-girl?”

“Got harassed about my gender and whatnot, I fucking destroyed the idiot, that was fun.”

“And who did you hang out with?”

“I told you and again, it wasn’t a date, everyone else was busy.”

Remy looked towards the camera in doubt.

“Well I’m never doing this again, I’m going to go change.”

The video went viral when it was posted several days later.

I saw a kid at the mall dressed like an e-girl a few days ago. They got harrassed at the Starbucks.

#sander sides #youtuber au #famous au #prinxiety #familial sleepxiety

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paintedrecs · 4 years

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I was going to name a different one, but: the scene between Owen and Demona at the beginning of "All Is Mended" chapter three. :-D

That’s 800 words, so you’re cheating. Also what other one were you gonna name hmmmm.

For this meme.

Excerpt from this fic. (Gargoyles, Owen Burnett/David Xanatos, 11k, Owen POV, canon compliant.) Discussion under the cut.

“I don’t understand you,” Demona said.

Owen watched her approach; he’d heard her glide down to the castle but hadn’t bothered to move from his seat on the edge of a wide stone wall, overlooking the bright lights of the city stretching out far below. She was an ally for the present, working with Xanatos on his latest attempt at immortality. That didn’t mean Owen trusted her.

“You’re not human,” Demona said, folding her wings as she perched beside him—graceful, and dangerous, but not someone he wasted effort fearing. “Yet you act like one. Why.”

“I made a promise,” Owen said. He could’ve left it there, but he swept a sidelong look at her, then added, dryly, “Perhaps you need the word defined.”

“Funny,” she said, in a tone so casually uncaring that he could tell he’d poked at a particularly tender spot, one she’d spent centuries ignoring.

“So I’ve been told,” he said.

Demona’s lips pulled back slightly as she spoke through her fangs. “That’s what I mean, Puck. Why do you persist in masquerading in this skin, when we both know who you are?”

“I’m Owen,” he replied, adjusting the glasses that had slipped a little down his nose. The frames didn’t fit right around his ears anymore; he should have the screws tightened, when he had the time.

“You’re pining,” she spat, as though she’d never heard a fouler word.

That, he hadn’t expected. He didn’t bother denying it; Demona was many things, but never a fool. “I don’t see what relevance that has to you,” he said. “You wish to gain immortality; I’m doing my part. Owen is perfectly capable of playing his role.”

“And Puck has powers Owen could never dream of.” Demona tilted her head, watching him thoughtfully. It was unpleasant, but he let her eyes scrape over him. “When you were last in your true form, as Puck—” she began.

Owen let out a sudden, scoffing breath. “When you held me in chains and made me do your bidding.”

She shrugged, lightly. “You said something to me then. You told me that if I wished, you could make Goliath love me again. Was that true?”

“I bend the truth,” he said. “When the mood strikes me. I do not lie.”

“So it was possible.”

“Yes,” he said. He narrowed his eyes at her, unsure where she was heading. “Titania’s mirror is beyond your reach now. Even if you had it in your grasp, you know full well I wouldn’t carry out the wish the way you wanted.”

“Because you’re a trickster,” she said, with annoyance that bordered on grudging respect. It was clear that she hadn’t often run into someone who could best her. “But my point, Puck, is that you have this power. You could make David Xanatos love you.”

Owen’s lip curled in disgust; he turned away from her.

“Don’t pretend you have a human’s misguided sense of honor,” Demona chided, human sounding like the darkest expletive she could harness. “You’ve done worse, over the centuries, as have I.”

He didn’t bother dignifying her with a response.

“Answer me, Puck,” she demanded, then, dripping with disdain, when he remained silent: “Owen.”

“You think ill of humans,” Owen said, each word precise, biting. “You blame them for all your errors, for the foul deeds only you were responsible for carrying out. You think yourself above them, and you assume that I, as someone who has lived far longer than you, who has seen worlds you cannot fathom, will treat humans with as little esteem.”

Demona rose to her feet, towering over him, her eyes flashing red in fury.

Owen cast her a look that carried the full weight of his contempt. “Yes, I have the power to do as you say, and far beyond that. What you don’t see—what I suspect you’ve never seen—is that forcing someone to bend to your will is meaningless. All it does is show how weak, how petty, you are.”

Demona hissed at him, but did not approach. She unfurled her wings, and as she dropped from the turret, she cast back her parting shot. “You should know, then, that Fox is pregnant.”

“I know,” he said, to the now-empty sky. He watched as she followed the currents across the city, well past the clock tower where her former love resided, no longer thinking of her.

Xanatos hadn’t told him yet, but Owen was familiar with the signs. He’d seen, too, the way Xanatos had grown more careful with her, how his hands would instinctively stray, now, to her waist, her still-flat belly, not yet swollen with life. How he looked at her, with a light in his eyes that would’ve burned one less worthy to cinders.

“I know,” he repeated quietly and, adjusting his glasses and briskly dusting off his suit, returned to his work.

Commentary! Oof we’ll see if this gets long. Character limits on twitter make it easier to be concise. And please please let the read more actually work this time, tumblr.

So this is actually one of my favorite parts of that fic.

In general, I reach an Avoidance Point with my own writing; I edit obsessively, post, edit the posted fic a little more, then panic and stop rereading it. If you don’t check your bank account, it’ll never be empty. If you don’t reread your fics after you’ve posted them, you’ll never find out that (a) they’re terrible (b) there are a dozen more areas that could use more editing.

Nevertheless, I’m still, I think, really proud of this one. This particular section isn’t something that’s terribly new for me, not like other parts of the fic that stretched me beyond my usual comfort levels, but it is an interaction between two characters I’d never written before.

I’m really pleased with Demona’s voice here. The way she spits out Owen’s name, the hatred she shows for anything human, her very dubious (and self-centered) morality, the hints of lingering heartbreak over Goliath, her deep confusion over Puck choosing to take on human form. It’s the worst curse she can imagine - and since this scene takes place after “The Mirror,” you’ve seen how horrified she is at seeing herself as a human, a “gift” Puck bestowed upon her so she won’t turn to stone during the day.

Demona pissed Puck off, so he gave her what she asked for, but at a price he knew she would absolutely despise.

But Puck loves being a human. He loves being Owen. It’s something Demona can’t ever understand, and here she’s trying to, as much as Demona ever tries to truly understand anything that doesn’t directly benefit her.

Why would Puck spend his days in a form where he doesn’t have ready access to his exceptional powers? Why would he allow himself to continue serving a human - when he broke away from her so quickly, so easily? Demona might occasionally work with Xanatos, but she doesn’t like or trust him, and she’d readily destroy him alongside the rest of humanity, after she’s gotten what she wants/needs from him.

Why would Puck fall in love with a human - something that’s become obvious even to Demona, from working alongside the two of them. Worse: why the hell won’t he do anything about it, when he clearly has the power to make Xanatos do whatever he wants?

These were all questions I wanted to pull out of the story, and Demona - as someone who actually knows who Owen truly is - was a natural choice to press hard for some answers.

I layered a bunch of stuff into this interaction, but here are three main concepts:

1. Love isn’t selfish.

I don’t think Puck would’ve actually cast a love spell on Goliath if Demona had asked - not without throwing in a few twists and tricks. But the fact remains that he could have, and that it would’ve been comparatively easy. Demona didn’t ask for and didn’t really want that, but she did love Goliath for a long time, as much as she’s capable of loving anyone, so that offer would stick with her.

And Demona...well, Demona already used one free-will-spell against Goliath, so it’s not like it’s an idea she’s entirely adverse to.

Owen, on the other hand, would never consider making Xanatos do something against his will. (This is, in fact, something he and Xanatos share - Xanatos’s immense caution against pushing Owen into something he might not want contributes to that stupidly long gap before they resolve their relationship.)

If Xanatos doesn’t love Owen, that’s his choice. Owen is heartbroken about it, and he’s out here on the rooftop indulging in some quiet reflection on how it feels for a human heart to shatter, but he’ll shake it off and go back inside before long. Demona’s an unwelcome intrusion, and he’s understandably sharp with her.

2. Puck is a trickster, not a villain.

I have a lot of thoughts about Xanatos, too. While it’s not entirely relevant to get too into depth with here, I do think that a huge part of Puck’s attachment and loyalty to Xanatos comes from the fact that Xanatos is fascinating - not dull and full of preachy speeches like Renard - without being actually evil.

Demona is interesting, sure - she’s lived a long and exciting life - but Puck would never, ever willingly serve her. She’s selfish. She’s cruel. She’s vindictive. Puck doesn’t want to destroy humanity; he likes humans. He likes Xanatos best, yes, but he enjoys being in this world with the rest of them.

In the City of Stone episode, Owen stands toe-to-toe with Elisa and says, “Mr. Xanatos is trying to fix things. What are you doing to help?”

And that, I think, is the crux of the relationship between Owen and Xanatos. Owen sees Xanatos’s delightful trickster spirit, and he also sees the good in him. They’d both upend a city but would be careful to put it back to rights if things went too far. Demona would gladly stand back and watch it burn to the ground.

Demona can only see reflections of her own cruelty now. She hates humanity because they’re the easiest target to blame for her own flaws. Owen sees humans’ complexities and loves them for it.

And because he isn’t truly human - because he’s a fae who’s wandered the earth as long as Demona has, and has lived longer, with a much wider perspective on the world and all of reality - he has no reason to listen to her petty whining. And she might actually, for the barest moment, listen to what he says to her.

Of course, she has to get in one last dig before flying away in her usual dramatic huff, but he already knows that, too. Demona can’t hurt him; Owen made his own choices, knowing the consequences. And, unlike Demona, he’s willing to live with those consequences without trying to reflect the blame elsewhere.

3. You can choose your own identity.

Demona has very rigid ideas about...well, about pretty much everything. Humans are bad. Gargoyles are good. (As long as they side with her.) Her human form is something that’s useful to her now, but she’ll never stop loathing it or wishing she could shake it off.

She thinks everyone sees the world the way she does, and she assumes that Puck is (a) not entirely happy being trapped as a human, chained to Xanatos by a contract, like she attempted with the mirror (b) “pretending” to be someone else when he’s wearing his Owen shape.

But what I wanted to show throughout this fic is that Puck is Owen. And that even a fae subject to Oberon’s Rule can choose his own identity, his own name, his own place in a life that he wants to lead.

At one point here, Owen refuses to respond to Demona until she calls him by his proper name. She spits it out, hating it, but he’s already told her once that’s who he is. He gave himself that name; it’s the one he wishes to use.

Owen was born into a specific life. This life - with Xanatos, as Owen Burnett, glasses and suits and clunky flip phones and all - is the one he’s chosen for himself. And he’ll do everything in his power to keep it.

#owen burnett #demona #gargoyles #puck #xanatowen #fox/xanatos #gargoyles spoilers #meme #about my fics #fic talk #wow did that even answer anything you were looking for #don't give me unlimited space to talk about these characters or my headcanons or my own stories #mad-madam-m

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if u could, perhaps, bless us with all the applicable symbols from that fic ask for hvh 👀

ooOoOOOoOO Rub s gay hands togehter omg ty friend 😍;;;;;;

💡 - What was the motivation behind the story?

hHH i hadnt written in 10+ years so when i latched onto this plot idea i just thought itd be a good time to jump the shark and try it again !! i just wanted smth really edgy and depthful bc im emo and the rest kind of snowballed

💎- What was your favorite part?

osdlfksd;lf it’s hard to pick a fav but the drunk scene was definitely the most fun to write at least

⛰️- What was the hardest part?

THE SCENE WHERE THE GANG IS KIDNAPPED BY ENKI,,,, i debated toning down the violence but in the end i knew where the story was going (and where its still going) and that its gonNA be kinda dark so why hold back now ig

🎭- What was the feeling or mood you were going for?

BITTERSWEET AF,,, sort of just treading the line of ‘hopeful’ and ‘hopeless’ at all times to fully portray the feeling of being at your lowest, but with that classic tss ‘silver linings just around the corner’ kind of undertone

🏟️- Who was your intended audience?

mostly all the adults that watched tss as a kid and felt like spirituaLLY MOVED BY IT cuz i really tried to tap into that Emotion Tee Em we all felt when we found out that zak was [redacted]

🔬- Was there one scene you were building up to/knew you had to get just right?

hHH theres actually a LOT of scenes like that and i think a lot of my general motivation to keep going comes from that ‘WAIT FOR IT WAIT FOR IT’ vibe slkdf:SDF but the Plot Twist tm in the latest chapter was definitely a big’n, and theres a few more of those still to come :^)

🗝️ - What were you thinking when you wrote it?

kjdjFSDs:DF tbh whenever i start really writing, [’im shifting into soup mode’ seinfeld meme voice] im shifting into maladaptive daydreaming mode

🎥- Were there any tv shows, books, or movies that influenced this verse, if any?

:^) devilman crybaby pls forgive me for everytHing

📈- Was there a clear character arch you wanted____ character to go on?

i actually have a short list of what i somewhat consider to be the story arcs in my notes !! mostly just for organization and obvs i wont list the future ones but so far we’ve seen the kushtaka arc, the enki arc, and now we’re in what i call ‘the annunaki’ arc.

🎢- Were there any scenes you were nervous about? For audience reception or otherwise?

ALL OF IT JSHDJSKD, but again a lot of the enki scenes i was worried would be too edgy TM, and the whole annunaki plot as well i was worried might be too ‘out there’ for ppl, but it takes the story exactly where i always wanted it and lines everything up perfectly so i went for it lol. i was also ofc worried if people would like ila or not bc oc but most ppl love her actually which is so 😭❤️

☠️- Did you consider killing off any of the characters? Did you?

8^) [mickey mouse voice] this is a surprise tool that will help us later ,

✉️- Did you title your chapters? What title do you like best?

yes! the next one actually has my favorite chapter title yet, but so far i like ‘so strikes the harpoon’ since its a throwback to the first couple chapters

☀️- Was there symbolism/motifs you worked in?

o every single paragraph is an overly thought out middle school poem im entering in the talent show actually

🎵- Did you have a playlist/piece of music that went with this story?

Yes !! i have HVH insp part 1, Part 2, and an extra one for all those songs that have the vibes but just dont fit enough to make sense in a playlist

📜-Do you want to write something like this again in the future?

probably ! ive learned i definitely like the edgy/darker and emotionally driven stories with ongoing plot, so that trend will almost definitely continue. idk if ill write a dystopia again anytime soon, but i think my future stuff will at least retain that long and heavy vibe

💁- Did readers influence/change any part of this story?

oh yEA like basically i was ready to quit after the very first chapter before it was even written and kinda just got it all out on a whim of motivation but was expecting to flake on it like i tend to do with projects, but the invested response to it was just so uplifting that its what ive been riding on all ten chapters and im so grateful for it :’)))

✏️-Would you go back and change anything if you could?

hHHHHHHH yes and ok this is terrible but i actually tend to avoid re-reading my older chapters until i hAVe to bc i suffer from that sO much ,,, , its just little things like tiny words i wanna change or bits i wanna take out/put in and once or twice ive even caught a mistake or plot hole/smth i forgot to add that i rly do have to go back and edit and i just turn to dust every tim e

⭐- What’s a scene/paragraph you’re proud of?

i really liked the northern lights scene!! it was meant to be a pivotal moment of that ‘bittersweetness’ vibe i was talking abt and it was another one of those scenes i had been planning for a while;;;

“ I think of how much the rest of the family would love this. This isn’t like the moon and the sun, where I can see it and know that even if it looks different, they’ll see the same one soon enough, wherever they are. This reminds me only that I am not with them. It stings. It seems unnatural for something so gentle and natural to appear before us as if we aren’t in complete, total fucking chaos. After all we’ve been through, and the sky still dances. “

📣-What was the best piece of encouragement you got?

AVERY ALL OF UR LIVEBL OGS AND COMMENTS GIV ME SUCH L I FE, ,, ,, CRYIGN CAT FA ce

🔦-Did you learn anything while writing it? About yourself? Writing?

isdfhSDF YEs, part of my hesitation to write came from this thing where i always just assumed there was a wildly high standard of writing in fandom spaces like in original literature spaces, where you had to have like 10+ sentences to a paragraph and you had to describe every tiny detail of a setting and you had to follow every single grammar rule or it was unreadable but like. genuinely its like sculpting with words as long as you have a shape ppl get the idea which is such a weight off my shoulders lol, its still a lot of work but so much fun to know i can to an extent do what i want and ppl actually like it like that. i also learned that like most other writers i have to cause my favs emotional and physical pain,

🎁- Any writing advice for people who want to write something like this?

hhHHHH 1. please do it its so fun just give in to the edge my guy , 2. try to get comfortable re-reading your chapters, for me its like when ppl listen to themselves sing/act but im trying to do better bc its so much more consistent when i keep it fresh in my mind and it also boosts confidence when u can pick out the things u like instead of the things u dont, 3. trying to have at least one scene in mind for each chapter that ur excited to write so u can have motivation to update faster! for me it doesnt have to be smth i think would excite the audience either like it could be the most basic thing but just having an idea of it and knowing i want to see it come to life rly helps me stay on top of it all

TY SM FRIEND THIS WAS SO FUN x x )

#lochley #long post/ //#hvh #human v humanity #secret saturdays #tss #sorry to spam the tag with a longk boi but hHBHHBH #TYYY #fanfic

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365daysoftododeku · 5 years

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23rd April 2019

Author: Anna

Title: Shouto's Sonnets

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto Rating: General/Teen and Up Audiences

Tags: Fluff and Humor, Slight Crack, Todoroki Gets Hit With A Quirk

Words: 2,313

Summary: Kaminari likes to be dramatic. Turns out, Todoroki does, too.

Author’s Note: This is Part 1 to this one-shot. It ended up a little long for the 365 of TDDK, so I separated it. To read the other half, check out my blog for a link to the full piece!

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Shouto’s Sonnets

“THEES IS A DEE-SASTER!”

The class 2-A students, lounging in the dormitory common area, whipped their heads toward the sound of the slamming door; a panting Kaminari held onto it like a lifeline. Still, his mouth stretched into a maniacal grin as he tried to stabilize his breathing.

Jirou, the first to recover from the intrusion, leaned back in her chair, thumbing through her book. “Don’t worry, everyone. Kaminari is just being an idiot and exposing his meme obsession to the world.”

A few of the class members relaxed their stances. They had been taught to jump at the first sign of trouble, and Kaminari’s entrance had caused their flight or flight instincts to kick in. Ashido and Hagakure both sighed with relief, collapsing into each other on the couch. Reacting as the class president, Iida pushed up his glasses and gesticulated widely. “That was an unwise decision to make, Kaminari-kun. Our class has been taught to expect danger at all times, so I’m sure we were all frightened when you made such an appearance!”

Kaminari grimaced. “Sorry, Iida. But there’s actually something disastrous going on!” The study group, composed of the girls of 2-A and Iida, put down their materials to give their attention to Kaminari. Uraraka looked excited, but Yaoyorozu’s face betrayed her anxiety. Her faith in Kaminari-kun had dwindled after one too many incidents in the classroom. After the failed ‘improved and blasty’ firecrackers accident, she always felt an air of doom when Kaminari had an announcement to make.

Jirou, who liked to entertain Kaminari’s antics for her own amusement, huffed a laugh, lazily beckoning him forward. “So, what has you yelling on this Saturday afternoon?”

Kaminari, smiling wide, clapped his hands together. “What if I told you I know of the absolute greatest, nay,” He held up a finger to enunciate his words. “The most amazing thing has occurred to one of our classmates, and how we will all benefit from the outcome of this event?”

Uraraka narrowed her eyes before murmuring something to Asui. Deciding not to play into Kaminari’s temptation, Jirou remained silent. Ashido and Hagakure turned to one another before looking back to Kaminari, who was twitching with excitement. Finally, Yaoyorozu broke the anticipation hanging in the air. “Well, I suppose we’d like to hear exactly what happened.”

Kaminari offered a gesture of placation, moving forward and pulling a chair towards him. Instead of sitting down in the chair, he raised one leg onto the seat, leaning forward conspiratorially. “Well, young lads and lassies.” He tipped his imaginary hat, winking. “It all started early this morn’, a day like any other, or so it would appear!” He waved his hands in a dramatic fashion to enrapture them all in his words.

Jirou, however, was having none of it. “Drop the accent and get on with the story or I’ll deafen you for the next hour.”

Kaminari finger-gunned in her direction. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” However, he acquiesced, turning the chair around to sit on it backwards. “Okay, but I wasn’t kidding. Something super amazing did happen!”

“Is this like the time when you claimed the amount of viewers on your latest Tik Tok video was ‘super amazing,’ kero?” Tsuyu asked, lips twitching with withheld laughter.

Kaminari blushed, while Jirou howled with laughter. Ashido and Hagakure snickered, not bothering to hide their giggles. Yaoyorozu tried to quietly reprimand them.

“Ahem.” Kaminari’s cough failed to hide his growing embarrassment. “Well, yes, this is even more amazing than that.”

Uraraka groaned emphatically, putting her hand to her head. “Can you just tell us already? You’ve built it up enough that I’m hoping it lives up to the hype, unlike another live-action remake of a previously good film.”

Kaminari nodded, solemnly. “Yes, it truly is a tragedy that Hollywood is ruining our favorite movies.” He sighed. “Okay, so! You know how I’ve been patrolling with Freezeframe, recently, as part of work experience?”

“Yes, I’ve heard you’ve been doing well on your biweekly patrols with him!” Iida cut his hands through the air. “Though I have not seen you in action while on my own patrol, I have caught you in the news from time to time!”

Kaminari grinned, a slight blush to his cheeks. “Thanks, prez! He’s a good teacher.” Shaking his head, Kaminari continued. “Back to the point. So, I was patrolling, like any good future pro, and guess who I saw?”

Yaoyorozu raised her eyebrow. “From your tone of voice, I’m assuming you saw one of our classmates?”

Kaminari snapped his fingers. “Bingo! While on my way through one of the city sectors, I caught sight of Todoroki on the other side of the street!”

“I’m hoping you didn’t interrupt him while we was working, right, Kaminari?” Iida said.

“Actually, no.” Kaminari twisted his fingers together. “Well, technically he wasn’t really busy at the time! He was actually talking to a young kid.”

The girls cooed in admiration of the class’ prince. Their cold classmate had slowly opened up to all of them, and it bled into his hero work. Ashido punched her fist into the air. “Aw, I’m so jealous! Seeing the prettiest boy in school talking to a young fan must have been so adorable!”

Kaminari snickered. “Yeah, it was pretty cute.” He stifled another giggle as he continued. “After I crossed the street to say hi, I saw the kid burst into tears.” Kaminari’s audience reacted in kind, murmuring to each other in concern. “It was fine! I promise. I thought the same thing too, so I got closer to see if I could help. But, then! The kid shot forward and clung onto Todoroki’s leg, smearing snot all over his hero costume. I’ve never seen Todoroki look that uncomfortable before, by the way.” The girls giggled, Iida trying to shush them. “So he started patting his head, which made the kid cry even more, but he reached upward to grab Todoroki’s hand and then…”

“What?!” Ashido exclaimed. “What happened?”

“Well.” Kaminari grinned widely. “His hand glowed a bright blue, which made him shiver for a second. I had to avoid looking at it directly because the glare was so powerful. As soon as the light faded, he had this... contemplative look in his eye and…”

“Finish the damn story, Kaminari!” Uraraka yelled.

“Todoroki sprung forward, wrapping the kid up in his arms!”

“What?” Yaoyorozu looked baffled. “That doesn’t sound like Todoroki-kun...”

“Exactly!” Kaminari exclaimed. “By the time I got to them, the kid’s mother, who had been watching the whole time, immediately started apologizing and explained that her kid had gotten so overwhelmed at meeting Todoroki that he accidentally used his quirk on him!”

“Kaminari-kun!” Iida’s disapproval evident in his voice. “It is not good to make light of another person’s injury, especially your classmates!”

“Is he alright?” Uraraka asked. She didn’t think Kaminari would speak this way if he was, though.

“Yeah, he’s fine! Great, actually!” The door to the dormitory swung open, which made Kaminari’s maniacal grin grow in magnitude. “I think that’s him right now! Oh, Todoroki-kun!” He called over his shoulder, in a sing-song voice. “How are you feeling?”

Todoroki entered the room, eyes downcast. As he shuffled in, the girls looked to each other for support, expecting the worst.

Kaminari snickered, patting Todoroki on the back. “What’s the matter, fella? You were so much happier earlier.”

Todoroki stood up, sighing. He looked out the window, at the setting sun. “My love has not returned to me/ I cannot go on until he be.”

The girls exchanged a series of glances in quick succession. Ashido mouthed ‘rhyme?’, while Uraraka shrugged her shoulders. Iida’s eyes widened, mirroring Yaoyorozu’s.

“Are you feeling alright, Todoroki-kun?” Yaoyorozu asked.

“Each day draws another to a close/ Yet all I have to show for it is this prose.” Todoroki flopped down onto the couch, sighing heavily. He shifted his bangs forward to guard his expression.

The assembled group grew concerned, and even Kaminari looked a little sheepish. “He was fine until just now. In fact, he looked really happy, the last I saw of him.”

“Hmm, he was talking about love…” Uraraka said. Then, her face turned mischievous. “Hold on, I’ll be right back!”

She sprinted to the staircase, gone before any of them had a chance to say a word. Tsuyu looked at Todoroki thoughtfully. “Todoroki, does this have anything to do with Midoriya-chan?”

At the sound of Midoriya’s name, Todoroki snapped to attention. He stood up, pacing the room. “The love that swims in my veins/ Permeates through the everlasting flames. When I wake and when I sleep/ He is the only thing I keep.”

Ashido snickered, turning to Kaminari. “Maybe coming back to the dorms reminded him of his unrequited love?” Yaoyorozu nodded in agreement, seeing where she was going. “It appears this quirk makes him more emotional and forces him to speak in rhyme.”

“Ah, yes!” Kaminari pointed to her. “You’re right! The kid’s mother called it the ‘Tortured Poet’ quirk. It renders the person to respond to their innermost feelings, making them known through rhyme.” His eyes narrowed, sharp with an evil gleam. “Maybe we should get Midoriya to see how Todoroki reacts.”

Hagakure giggled as she pointed to the doorway. “I think we’re about to find out.”

The door to the stairwell burst open, with Uraraka dragging Midoriya behind her. He looked completely bewildered. “What could you possibly have to show me, Uraraka-san? I wanted to finish the next chapter of my notes today!”

“You can worry about your nerdy obsessions later, Deku-kun.” She pushed him forward, lacing her fingers together. “I think you’ll like this surprise.”

Todoroki, who had been distracted by the sunset again, turned to face Midoriya. Instantly, his solemn expression turned to one of glee, and he raced forward. He took hold of Midoriya’s hand in one, caressing his face with the other. Midoriya blushed a deep red, sputtering, “Todo-todo- wha-what are you—?”, but Todoroki didn’t listen to him.

“Another day without your presence in my life/ Would torture my very soul, leave me in everlasting strife.” He tucked a lock of hair behind Midoriya’s ear. “The sound of your voice, the smell of your skin, the feel of your hair/ Without it, I have nothing more to care.”

“Uh—Um-Uh-wha?” Midoriya blushed even brighter. He turned to his snickering classmates. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, Midoriya-kun,” Kaminari said, expressing too much sorrow to be real. “He was so sad until you got here. Right, Todoroki-kun?”

Todoroki nodded, but did not gaze away from the man in front of him. Midoriya seemed to be avoiding his eyes at all costs, pleading with his friends for an explanation. “Safety only with him/ Sorrow if I cannot have him/ My every breath hangs on his every whim.”

“Woah, changing from couplets, this time!” Uraraka giggled mercilessly, making Midoriya shoot a glare in her direction. “He must really like you, Deku-kun!”

“To like is intangible, unsustainable.” Todoroki brushed his thumb over Midoriya’s heated cheek. “To love is the fruit of all we’re capable.”

Midoriya squeaked. Ashido and Hagakure were overcome by giggles. Tsuyu tried to contain her throaty croaks, but ultimately failed. Iida looked almost as bad as Midoriya, blushing deeply and gaping widely, unsure of what to do.

Midoriya started to chuckle, awkwardly. He gently, but sternly, pushed away from Todoroki. “Ah, ha, ha, guys, very funny.” Though Midoriya looked like he found it anything but funny. His tight grin betrayed his strain. “I see. Great joke. Todoroki-kun must be under the effects of a love quirk.” The girls tried to chime in, but he held up his hand. “This is all very entertaining, but I really need to, uh, get back, and do, some uh, stuff. Bye!” Midoriya speed-walked out of the room, ignoring the calls behind him. Everyone looked at each other, shell-shocked.

Todoroki fell to the ground in a crouch, clutching his knees to his chest.

Kaminari was the first to break the silence, releasing an awkward chuckle. “Well. That’s not what I had planned.”

Uraraka laced a hand through her hair. “I thought this would be a good opportunity for Deku-kun to realize Todoroki-kun’s feelings.”

“Yeah, well.” Tsuyu said. “Now he thinks we did all this to play a prank on him, kero.”

Yaoyorozu frowned. Her gaze drifted toward Todoroki, who was mumbling to himself. “Are you okay, Todoroki-kun?”

Todoroki-kun looked up at her, face miserable. “The dark skies never leave/ Alone, my heart can only grieve.” His words ended in a groan, and he shifted on the ground until he could hold himself in the fetal position, rocking back and forth in agony. “Love is my very strength, my very weakness/ Without him to hold, I suffer in the bleakness.”

“Alright, Shakespeare, we get it.” Ashido leaned down to pat him on the head, but Todoroki swatted her off in agitation.

“Only his touch will bring me peace!” He glared at Ashido. “Without it, my cries will never cease.” When Ashido backed down, Todoroki resumed his rocking, mumbling Midoriya’s name in his long, woeful couplets.

Yaoyorozu watched her friend, dispirited. “I believe we went about this in the wrong way. Maybe we should have waited for them to come to terms with their feelings on their own.”

Hagakure groaned, flopping back on the couch. “Yeah, well, we’ve already had to deal with it for this long, I don’t know how much more I can take.” She motioned towards Todoroki. “And hearing his terrible poetry makes it so much worse.”

Having pushed down most of his own embarrassment, Iida finally spoke. “Yes, well, I quite agree with your sentiment. However, our conduct today was not permissible in the slightest. I feel deeply regretful for my actions by not intervening sooner.”

“So.” Tsuyu turned to the others. “What do we do, now?”

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kaiba-fangirl · 5 years

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Fill in the questions/statement as if you are being interviewed for an article and you were your muse

Tag 10 people to do this meme, (repost, don’t reblog)

TAGGED BY: not @rogueprinceconsort =P & I know I’m not a RP blog, but I am a fanfic author so I still do the same kind of stuff, just everyone at once with chapters, so I’m sure ya won’t mind... idk itching to write Seto but his mind is all over the place in Ch7 of And You? (AO3/FFN), & I know I’ve missed a bunch of personal tags in the past, so, well, I’m here now. TAGGING: anyone 1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

“Seto Kaiba.” (海馬瀬人 Kaiba, Seto)

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

He narrows his eyes, already suspicious. “Legally, that IS my real name.”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

“I was born Seto,” he answers flatly, then smirks. “The Kaiba family name I earned for myself and my little brother at the age of 10, when Gozaburo agreed to adopt us thanks to my, superior negotiating skills.” [Seto after Egyptian Pharaoh Seth. Kaiba for, apparently, hippocampus/seahorse.]

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? “Taken. Happily married to the number 1 female duelist, Mai Valentine. She’s now heading the new Fashion Tech and Merchandise Department at Kaiba Corp.” [but he’s also still looking >.>]

5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS? “Just bleeding edge technology development and superior dueling skills,” he shrugs smugly. [and hacking.] [You also accidentally activate latent magical powers every so often, dumbass. Sure he’s a genius. A genius that weaves techno-sorcery into everything & commands gods without even knowing it.] “Anything else you may have heard about magic or spirits or real monsters, is all just nonsense hocus pocus. It’s sensationalists trying to make our amazingly life-like holographic projections seem dangerous.”

6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE/GARY STU. “Heh, doesn’t that just mean born talented? You should be so lucky.”

7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR? “Blue,” he chuckles childishly. “It was probably what first drew me to, you know, Blue-Eyes, when I was young.” [It’s not. The Blue-Eyes White Dragon was his magical monster of light ‘girlfriend’ in Ancient Egypt in a past life of his 3000 years ago.]

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR? “Chestnut.”

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? “Living, my little brother, Mokuba, and now my lovely wife.”

10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS? “No pets. I barely have time for having two people in my life now it seems, and that’s even with Mokuba off travelling.” [any pet energy is expended on more Blue-Eyes White Dragon themed everything]

11. THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. “You wanna see a REAL Gary Stu?! As in, there is no reason he should have made it this far?! Joey fuckin Wheeler. This loser stole his way into my tournament, then has the nerve to even challenge me for 3rd place as if that meant anything, and he still ends up 4th even?! How! He operates on pure luck, and leeching off his ‘friends!’ His deck is a mess, I mean have you even seen his lineup?!?!” [Well that would all be redacted. Now, since this is for an interviewer for a published article...] He calmly and thoughtfully looks off at a spot on the far wall behind the interviewer. He purses his lips and furrows his brow, genuinely distraught, drawing from a direct encounter. “I’m actually more concerned than ever about the state of refugees- whether they have that official label or not. Around the world. Especially the children. These children don’t know what’s going on, and people say they care about children, but they really don’t. They’re not thinking of those kids- of refugee kids. Of poor kids. Of orphans or abused kids. And the way these refugees are being treated, those kids are getting hit with all those things at once. Ya know, I- I was fortunate enough to have that opportunity to be adopted, in a strong first-world nation, but I know what it’s like, to know that the grown ups are just using you, not listening to you. You’re nothing to them; maybe pawns. Now, I’m doing all I can, as president of Kaiba Corp, but there is still only so much we can do. We’re not making tanks or any weapons at all anymore-” He chokes at the thought of a tank staring him down specifically, compared to the latest news. He clears his throat to manage. “Not since the day I took over. We may not be contributing to that military industrial complex anymore, but the state of refugees today is still just as bad if not worse. Now they’re using weapons outlawed by the Geneva Conventions, and in countries that pride themselves on freedom and opportunity. Pteh. It’s madness. It’s evil.” [...aaand that just became the cover story] [We’ll be back after after a short break.]

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING? “Besides dueling, uh, tinkering. Reading. Hacking into random databases I shouldn’t be in.”

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? “Next question. Don’t even print that, or you’ll be hearing from my lawyers. And they don’t play so nice.” [By ‘lawyers’ I’m pretty sure he just means goons.]

14. EVER… KILLED ANYONE BEFORE? "No.” [Gozaburo.]

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? "Dragon.”

16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. "Tch, I wouldn’t have gotten to be president of a multi-billion-dollar corporation if I had bad habits.” [That is literally his worst habit. Also how he got there is because of all his bad habits.] He chuckles at what he’s about to make fun of. “Then again, some people think that working too much is a bad habit.”

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL? "How could I when I’m already on top?”

18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? "Irrelevant.” He smiles menacingly. “Card games are more important anyway.” [Bi and trying to figure out how to tell his wife. Then again once he does that, the press will be easy. Possibly also grey ace or demi, since he does enjoy the physical aspects of being married & his crush.]

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? “Graduated high school early and then went right back to work as CEO, at the time. I don’t have time to waste getting a piece of paper to validate my knowledge that I’m already putting to use at Kaiba Corp everyday. --but I certainly support everyone staying in school as long as they can. Kaiba Corp offers a free college tuition program for any employee, paid ahead of time, and schedules can be worked around class and homework time as needed.”

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY? “I never thought I would want to marry, but I have always assumed I would want to adopt. Now I am married, and we both want to adopt. Someday. It needs to be when I can have time for them...” [and he’s wondering why you are supposed to only marry one person...]

21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS? “Yeah,” he laughs, genuinely embarrassed at this level of pure idolization, “I find it endearing to see people dress up as Yugi and I at events.”

22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? “Losing my little brother.”

23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? “Full-length pants, tight fitting turtlenecks, boots, and a trenchcoat. More leather and straps and buckles, the better.”

24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? “Of course. My little brother and my wife.” [and Joey]

25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF? [he just makes this face:]

[but possibly the last time he did hard drugs]

26. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS) “Highest class.” He winks, for the spotlight.

27. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? “I don’t need ‘friends’ outside of my family.”

28. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? “Finally, an intelligent question!” he laughs rudely. “My thoughts are that we should change the standard approximation for π to something closer to 3.16. That’s what I use in my calculations, and I find things just seem to work out better for me because of it.”

29. FAVORITE DRINK? “I’ve started drinking a lot more water, and I think that’s pretty much all I drink lately.”

30. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE? “It’s comforting being in my office, knowing where I belong, knowing that with me there, everyone I love is safe, knowing how I got there, and being proud of all I’ve accomplished, but...” [sometimes anxiety about it being Gozaburo’s old office creeps into his mind like an evil spirit or ghost...] “But more than that, I enjoy the wild freedom of just taking my Blue-Eyes jet out with some good music playing.” [oh my various gods he will always be an emo teen at heart <3]

31. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? He scoffs. “Yes, I am genuinely interested in my wife. Mai is an amazing person. And- Ah, and, um, next question?” [and Joey!]

32. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY? “What kind of magazine is this for, anyway?” he asks as an aside, then thinks up a ridiculous enough response. “Ever hear of Zorc? I’d say that’s roughly one-third the size of mine.” Under his breath, he scoffs in disgust. “Imbeciles.”

33. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? “Er, a private pool, thanks. Too many paparazzi anyplace else, and I wouldn’t want to close off anything from the public.” [I hear there’s a river in Egypt he lives in though]

34. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE? “Independent. Strong. Great duelist. Someone who knows what it’s like at rock bottom, but still managed to claw their way to the top...” [he spaces out off to the side]

35. ANY FETISHES? *zoom out to room full of Blue-Eyes White Dragon themed EVERYTHING* “Nah.” [*insert Will Smith presenting his AO3 tags]

36. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

[Switch! But “And You?” is stuck at a T rating, sooo...]

37. CAMPING OR INDOORS? "The fuck- you’re giving me whiplash with these questions,” he mutters. “Camping sounds nice. Real camping. Mokuba and I used to build forts and play outside a lot. I should ask him if he wants to go on a camping trip when he gets back. I doubt- well, no, I think Mai would like that, too.” [And Joey can cook them “candy bars!”]

38. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?

#well that was very educational #& rather therapeutic after what happened at dinner #re: kaiba #seto kaiba #writing ettu #re: and you?

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Wrapped Around; pt.7

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 13k words

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut | Warnings: Anxiety, a lot of sad talk ):

A/N: wew a super late update haha thanks for being patient ya cuties. team tae i know you’ve been waiting!! anyway, it’s a pretty heavy chapter emotions-wise and I hope that y’all wont be too put off by it /:

Previously…

Looks like you were going to have to look for another cuddle partner when you get back on campus and you had just the right person in mind…

A certain Kim Taehyung perhaps?

Jimin doesn't understand why every time he thinks he's getting somewhere with you, life throws him a curveball. It frustrates him, infuriates him to his core, and he wonders how people do this, fall in and out of numerous relationships all the time. The chase alone was tiring him out but his heart yearns for you, aches for you… despite the numerous times his head tells him this was all just too much work.

He sits in the movie theatre alone, watching the show he had planned to watch with you, his phone in his hand as he awaits your reply. At the very least, you're answering his texts now, telling him about how you've been going out to meet all your friends and he finds himself wondering if you had an equivalent to Mina waiting for you back home. He shudders at the thought of having another boy aside from Taehyung to worry about.

Jimin lets out a sigh as he watches a string of messages come in. Every attempt Jimin made at trying to explain himself, or clearly define what the both of you are or where any of this is heading, is completely brushed away by you. You would skip the message completely, choosing instead to start a new topic of conversation. Jimin tried numerous times to steer the conversation back to something along the lines of 'so, what exactly are we?' but after the 4th diversion, he admits defeat. The very fact that you're talking to him at all is something he's thankful for after all the radio silence he had experienced the previous week.

Your week at your hometown passes by fast, way too fast, you think. The bright lights of the city, the sound of traffic and the scores of people making their way up and down the streets at any given time of the day. All things you've missed seeing and hearing. The grit of the city, the orderly chaos, tells you that yes, you are finally home. You don't get a single day of rest. Each day is filled with things to do from spending time with your parents to late-night adventures with your friends. By the end of the week, you are completely exhausted but you're quite possibly the happiest you've been in a while. As you settle down on to the seat on the bus back to campus, your heart feels heavy. A bus ride back to college meant you were taking a return ticket back to stress town and you tremble as you mentally go through your class schedule for the semester. Having barely scraped through the previous semester, you wonder if you'd be able to manage it all over again.

The long bus ride lets you sort through your thoughts, to mentally go through a to-do list you will most likely never complete. You let out a sigh and rest your head against the window. The semester hasn't even started yet and you were already stressing yourself out. Your phone vibrates in your hand and you light up at the sight of the names on your screen. The only silver lining at the moment was the fact that you'd be seeing your favourite three idiots in no time.

You're one of the latest to arrive on campus, trudging through the snow in the dead of the night with your heavy suitcase to your dorm that just had to be on the other side of the university grounds. It felt odd to be back on campus again, like something was off and the bleak cloudy night sky only reminds you of the gloomy weeks ahead. It's not that you hated college as per se... you loved learning, you did, but perhaps you weren't completely satisfied with your winter break and you wanted just one more week of rest. Alas, you are here, swiping your card to get into your dorm and you feel a sense of nostalgia as you return to what is now your second home. Inside of your residence hall, you take cautious steps as you ponder upon the new look. The makeover has long been overdue and you nod in mild amusement at the improvements. The walls have been repainted, the toilets fixed up and the most notable change of all, the locks on the doors have all been replaced.

Everything was great, really, you loved that you could finally take a shower without accidentally hitting your elbows against the walls and it was nice to no longer see paint peeling off the walls but you absolutely hated the stupid new doors. You feel betrayed. It's like the university knew your sole weak point and decided to exploit it. You've always had trouble remembering to bring your key out, a fact that Jimin had gladly taken to his advantage but these new doors were going to force you to have to wear your key around your neck. You see, the doors had a new auto-locking system in place, one that had been implemented for the students' safety, the division of housing had explained but really you think it was just another gimmick for the university to get money out of their students. You have a feeling you're going to be the university's favourite resident, seeing as that by the end of the week you'll probably be paying that penalty for forgetting your key.

Your first day of classes go by okay and by okay, you mean horrible. You first find out that you have a very interesting classmate for your 8 am elective. None other than Kim Taehyung. He's great and you don't hate him, you don’t but you nearly choke him after the fourth time he prods you in class to show you a meme on his phone. He's a literal ball of energy, incessantly turning to you to whisper his ramblings into your ear and you wonder how he does it, stays all peppy for an early class without the help of coffee.

So, great, that was a small hitch in your day, one you think you can get over but then, you figure out that you're shit at scheduling because you would have one class on the east side of campus and the next one was on the west side. At least that meant walking to your classes counted as exercise and you could skip the gym? It's not like you really found the motivation to go to the gym by the time you're into your second week of classes anyway.

Next, you find out all your other classes either have some huge eight-page report or even worse, a group project, due by mid-semester. It takes everything in you to not just stop in the middle of the quad and scream your lungs out. By the time you're done with classes, you make it to the dining hall, looking like you had just come back from war and at least one thing is going your way today. At least, they were serving potatoes for dinner today.

"You look great," Jimin smiles, as you take a seat opposite him, resting your head on the table, next to your dining tray. "So radiant, so full of life."

"Don't start with me," You warn, pointing your spoon at him, not even bothering to look at him and he shakes his head, letting out a light laugh.

"How were your classes today?" He asks and you only respond with a thumbs down, your head still on the table. Jimin makes another attempt at conversation but you only answer with a lift of your shoulders and he lets out a heavy sigh.

"Hi, Jimin! It's really great to see you! Sorry, I didn't reply to your texts about having dinner. How was your day?" Jimin, quips in a high-pitch tone at a horrible attempt to mock your voice. If you weren't going to hold a conversation with him then he was going to have one with himself.

"That's not what I sound like," You grumble lifting your head to sneer at him.

"Oh the text? Yeah it's fine," He continues, completely ignoring you. "Honestly, every time you reply my text, a miracle is granted... seeing as that is how rare your replies are," He sighs. "And my day? Met this girl an—"

"I read your message and I'm here for dinner aren't I?" You grumble and Jimin smirks, knowing the mention of another girl would've got you speaking.

"Would it have killed you to send a reply like yeah, see you there?"

"Yes," You snap, furrowing your eyebrows at him and Jimin simply slides the tray down the table, his chair screeching against the floor as he gets up to move away from you but you're laughing, holding his hand, asking him to stay.

"Okay, I'm sorry," You mumble. "How was your day?"

"Fine," He murmurs, pulling his tray back towards him.

“I’m sorry,” You repeat when Jimin continues to brood, pushing his dinner around with his fork like an upset child. Jimin lets his eyes peer over at you for a brief second before he continues to sulk, letting you know a mere sorry wasn’t enough.

"You free tonight? Let me make good on that rain check. We can watch a movie?" You smile, the offer a form of an apology you were hoping he would take. Jimin tries to keep a frown on his face but you can see the edges of his lips start to curl up at the mention of a movie.

"Sure, if you want," He answers coolly with a shrug, but he's fooling nobody with that fake indifference. Jimin immediately starts wolfing his dinner down, urging you to finish yours as well but you can only laugh at him. The moment you set down your cutlery, signaling the end of the meal, Jimin is hurriedly stacking all the plates onto the tray, quickly putting it at the designated area before dragging you off to the dorms.

The both of you are tucked underneath your blanket, the lights turned off, the movie playing on the laptop and you’re pressed up next to Jimin, quietly reveling at the body heat that radiated off him. Everything seemed right, exactly like how it was last semester, except it wasn't. Your body is stiff and tense almost like you're afraid of him or worse, that you didn't actually want him here. You keep using the words buddy and bro, two words you have long since dropped within the first few weeks of meeting him. Two words you used whenever you talked to someone like Hoseok, someone you had no romantic interest in but you loved dearly. It was as if you were trying to reinforce an idea, one that he's not entirely sure he was okay with.

Every time Jimin tries inching closer, you pull away, grumbling about how it was stuffy or that your neck was itchy but you were doing that thing where you would stutter and mumble and he knows immediately that you're lying. Jimin is confused because you're friendly, responding to his flirty one-liner halfway through the movie but at the same time, you're keeping him at a distance. If there was someone who was an expert at giving out mixed signals, it'd be you. All he wants is to know what exactly is going in your mind but he doesn't ask because he knows he'll never get an answer.

There's only 15 minutes left to the movie but he hears it, your signature murmuring and he knows you've fallen asleep. With a light laugh, he shuts the laptop, placing it onto the window sill before settling down onto the bed. There's a soft whine that escapes you, you're annoyed by all the rustling but you let out a sweet sigh as you nestle your head onto his chest, throwing your arms and legs over him. Jimin can only laugh, his hand wrapping around you to rest at your waist as he relishes being this close to you.

That one week without you was miserable for him and he felt absolutely pathetic feeling that way. He wishes that what he feels for you was nothing more than a simple crush, an infatuation but the undeniable smile on his face at this very moment as he glances down at you is enough to tell him that it isn't. Why you? Why couldn't he have fallen for some empty-headed, plain personality person? The answer was because you were everything but. The problem with that was that it made things a 100 times more complicated because for the first time Jimin realizes that he couldn't smooth talk his way through this one. In fact, he couldn't talk his way through anything with you considering you would bolt every time he hints at having a semi-serious conversation. Jimin is left wondering if all of this is worth it but as you nuzzle against him, your hand finding its way to his waist, he thinks that maybe it is.

"Ouch," You mumble, recoiling in pain as you rub at your temple, your eyes blurry from the little nap you just took.

"The star nerd, sleeping in lecture," Taehyung shakes his head disapprovingly. "Wake up, class is over."

You yawn, rubbing your eyes before you swipe your belongings into your bag. Jimin's 5 am alarms never really bothered you but that was last semester when your earliest class was at 10 am.

"We have a pair project to complete this weekend," Taehyung informs you. "You have to interview someone in this class about their thoughts on different cultures."

"Is it a video assignment?"

"Yes," Taehyung smiles as he watches you let out a groan. "And lucky you, your partner is going to be me!"

You let out an even more displeased groan.

"I was really thinking about asking that other guy who was sitting two seats away from me."

"I saw him pick his nose and then eat his booger."

"Gross but that's okay, I can deal with that..."

"Well too late, I already submitted our names as a pair by email!"

Taehyung was a great guy and you loved having him around because Jimin was lazy, sure but Taehyung... he was just that kind of guy you never ever want to be in a group project with. You could see it already. You were going to be the one who would have to think of the questions, do the editing and submitting while he would just sit pretty and pat himself on the back for hitting the record button on the camera.

Jimin curses at the stupid new doors as he stands outside you room, waiting for you to come back so he could lay in your bed, using your mattress as an excuse for staying when really he just wanted to be close to you. You come striding in soon enough, your voice filling the air and a familiar—

"Jimin!" Taehyung screams as he gallops over, beaming at him.

"Tae," He smiles. "What uhh are you guys up to?"

"A stupid project," You grumble, unlocking the door to your room. "Why're you here?" You question, lifting your eyebrows at him.

"I was... I, umm... My charger," He mumbles. "Did I leave it here yesterday?"

"Don't think so," You hum. "But you can check."

Jimin busies himself with trying to look for the non-existent charger before he settles down on your bed, making himself comfortable.

"What are you doing? Up," You motion with your finger. "Out," You point towards the door.

He stays unmoving, a smirk on his face. Jimin finds it absolutely adorable that you think by putting your hand on your hip, you'd look more threatening.

"I'm taking my nap," He sighs, turning away from you and you simply look on in shock. Was he deaf?

"Yeah, I think a nap is a good idea," Taehyung murmurs as he lies down on your newly purchased carpet.

You storm over, first stopping at the foot of the bed to lightly kick Taehyung on his side before you reached over and dragged Jimin out of your bed. He lets out a light yelp as he hits the carpet. A light laugh escapes him as he watches you try to drag him across the room, his body barely moving no matter how hard you tug.

"Jimin, please," You beg, throwing his arm down. "The longer you stay here, the longer it'll take for us to get the project done."

"But, I'll just be sleeping quietly," He argues. "Nerd, please."

"No."

"Nerd—"

"Get out," You huff, pointing towards the door and you have your eyebrows furrowed, your jaw taut. Your expression is reminiscent to the one you wore standing outside of his house, arguing with him and he quickly gets to his feet, scurrying out your door before he's reminded of the fight.

Jimin returns to your room an hour later, wondering if the both of you wanted dinner but he could smell the pizza from outside your door. He stays standing out there for a little too long, eavesdropping on the conversation. Project, my ass. The both of you were happily talking about everything but whatever it is your project is on. He hears your sweet laughter and he could almost see it in his mind, you sitting in Taehyung's lap, slapping his arm teasingly after he tells another one of his horrendous jokes and then before he knows it, you're kissing him. Okay, maybe he’s being a little too dramatic and you’re probably more than an arm's length away from him but he’s a little new to this whole jealousy thing and it's driving him crazy.

All he's done in the past hour is think about all the times he's had study sessions or pair projects with other girls and 90% of the time, it ended with them doing something other than studying. Maybe that's why his grades were usually less than satisfactory... but really, he knew how Taehyung was around you and how persuasive he was.

Jimin almost feels like bursting through your door to scream hands off! but how could he when he could never get himself to tell you these 3 simple words. I like you. It was all he had to say to make everything clear. You could either a, say you liked him too or b, look at him with mild confusion and let him down easy or maybe c, simply walk away but in his mind, b and c seemed like very likely outcomes and he's not sure he could face that so the words get stuck in his throat every time. Jimin retreats to his room to brood and hope that he'd get to take his nap in your room tomorrow. Maybe you'd be in a mood for another movie by then?

The odds were heavily stacked against him this semester. He had no physics quizzes, no tv series and no unlocked door. The fact that he could no longer stroll into your room and give you no choice but to accept that he was there to stay made him feel like it was going to be so much harder to spend time with you. Knowing that you shared a class with Taehyung made it all that much worse.

A shared class meant that Taehyung would be over a lot to run through class notes or write papers together. Jimin was no idiot. He knows that you and Taehyung have a... special friendship, if you will. Taehyung knew the ins and outs of you better than anyone on this campus and not forgetting that the both of you were previous friends with benefits too. A deathly combination indeed. Add to that the fact that there are more than likely feelings that were never fully discussed given your oh so lovely behaviour when it comes to talking things out, Jimin finds himself at the losing end of this equation.

Tae has a thing for you, Jimin had guessed as much over winter break with the fact that he would constantly text you, constantly crave your attention and of course the classic side eye he'd give in the theatre, as if he was hoping that you and Jimin weren't up to something. Tae always seemed to be a step or two ahead of Jimin at every corner and you've always been more receptive to Taehyung's overtly friendly gestures. Jimin is unsure if he could compete with someone like him when it came to someone like you. Why you? He sighs. Why did he have to like you too?

You're entirely impressed with Taehyung and you're glad that you were wrong about him. The moment Jimin is kicked out, you send Tae a warning glare, one that said if your ass doesn't start doing work now, you're going to regret it which sent Tae scrambling for his bag. He takes out a folder, a multitude of questions written down on a piece of paper and you peruse the list cautiously. By the time you're done with the list, he's on his laptop with the video editing software open. He's already named the file appropriately, has a title sequence made for the video and you have to admit that you're thoroughly impressed.

"So what do you think?" He questions. "All we have to do is record it and I'll edit it."

"You're doing the editing too?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You're seriously willingly doing like 70% of the work?" You ask, your face scrunched up in confusion because since when does Kim Taehyung do work without being asked to?

"Yes."

"Marry me."

"I mean... I was thinking more like a kiss but I guess marriage is fine too," Taehyung shrugs, a smug look on his face.

You roll your eyes at him, not even bothering to reply to his statement.

"What? You think I'm going to do all of this work for free?"

"Yes, that's how college works. You don't get paid for completing your class work," You exhale.

"So what you're saying is I'm not getting my kiss? or your hand in marriage?"

Your reply is a single middle finger held up high and he lets out a light laugh.

"That's fine," He sighs. "I usually get what I want, somehow."

You brush off his comment, not bothering to look at him as you continue to write down a few comments next to Taehyung's list.

"You're a horrible partner," Taehyung groans, when he receives no attention from you.

"So are you," You snort. "I bet booger guy would've been a way better partner."

"Hey watch it. From what I see here, I've done most of the work, babe."

You wrinkle your nose at the pet name before letting out a defeated sigh.

"Fine, I'll pay for the pizza to reward you for all that hard work," You answer while rolling your eyes.

"From marriage to pizza... what a downgrade," Taehyung frowns.

"Or you can just leave and I'll find myself a new partner."

"Did you say pizza? Pizza is great!" Tae exclaims with over the top enthusiasm. "I'm thinking pepperoni but since you're paying, I'll have whatever," He smiles and you can only scowl at him before dialing the number to your local pizza place.

Both you and Tae complete the project before the pizza even arrives, which is something you would've never thought would happen considering he had the attention span of a 5 year old but it almost seemed as if he was trying to get on your good side, to impress you and impressed you were.

Between mouthfuls of pizza and gulps of soda, the two of you fall into a comfortable conversation, laughter racking through your body and more often than not you have to beg Taehyung to stop talking about his nightmare-ish dates he had been on the previous semester or you were going to have soda coming out of your nose.

"So, we never really got to talk about that night..."

"What night?" You question.

"The Mina night."

"Well that's because you probably remember none of it,” You laugh, shaking your head.

"True, but I've heard like 5 different versions so basically it was like I was there."

"You were there..."

"You know what I mean," He grumbles. "What's your version of the night?"

"Mina was being a dick, I retaliated and that was it," You shrug.

"And what did Jimin have to say to you about that night?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"We just don't talk about stuff like that."

"So, you mean you’re just avoiding conversations about your feelings?”

Typical Y/N, Taehyung sighs. If there was one thing he hated about you, it would have to be how you hated talking things out, how you avoided conversations that would force you to reveal anything remotely emotional.

"It's not avoiding if neither of us want to talk about it."

"What exactly are the both of you?” Taehyung questions, tilting his head to one side. Curiosity getting the best of him.

"Friends."

"With benefits?"

"Why are you asking so many questions about Jimin?" You answer with a question, not wishing to talk about what happens between you and Jimin when no one is looking.

"Well I have to size up my competition, don't I?"

Silence. You’re not sure what to say because was he joking like usual or did he mean it this time? All winter he had been slipping in comments like that whenever Jimin wasn’t around but you’ve always taken them lightly… until now.

"How many times?" Taehyung queries when the eerie silence gets to him, a subtle glance to the bed to tell you what he was referring to.

"How many times what?"

"So definitely more than once,” Taehyung hums. So perhaps the both of you were more serious than he thought. He always thought Jimin didn’t do friends with benefits. He never liked sleeping with the same girl more than once… It was one of his stupid rules or whatever.

"This is ridic—“

"I've seen the both of you run circles around each other all winter," He sighs. "So what is Jimin to you?" He asks again, frustrated with the way you’re dodging all his questions.

"Why do you care?"

"I just do.”

"He's a friend."

"Just a friend?" Taehyung snickers, inching his way forward. Either you were in denial or you thought he was plain dumb.

"Just like you are."

"Oh, babe. We're definitely not just friends," He smirks and wait, when did he get so close to you?

"Well if you're referring to the past then yes, we used to be friends with ben—“

"I'm referring to the present," He sighs, his face so close to yours that you hold your breath. He awaits your answer but your mind is blank and you're not sure what to say.

Maybe you were horny or perhaps it was the pent-up confusion you have about what Jimin and you were but Taehyung's lips looks oh so inviting especially when he stares at you while licking them. It's been months since you last slept with him, last thought of him as anything really more than a friend that you may or may not have lingering feelings for and suddenly, everything surfaces, your mind even cloudier than before.

Boys, boys, the bane of your existence but you always found yourself falling right into their sneaky little traps.

"I mean if you insist that Jimin is 'just a friend' then I guess I don't mind being just a friend too," He murmurs, his lips almost touching yours. You want to have the last say, to come back with a snarky comment but your mind draws an absolute blank. All you can think about is if kissing him felt as good as you remember. Your gaze flits down towards his lips and there's only a millisecond before Taehyung is surging forward to close the distance.

His lips are warm against yours, the kiss light and innocent, the complete opposite of what your usual kisses with him are like and just as you let your eyes fall shut, he pulls away. Taehyung strokes your cheek softly with his thumb, his lips curving up to show you a winning grin and you only stare back in confusion, unsure as to why he stopped when anything had barely begun.

"W-wh—” You start, stammering as you struggle to string together a sentence.

"I told you, babe. I don't do hard work for free and I always get what I want," Taehyung smirks.

"You—"

"I'll edit the footage and let you have a look when I'm done yeah?" He smiles, putting his belongings into his bag.

Before you can answer, Taehyung is strutting out your door, his bag slung across his shoulder, leaving you sitting on your carpet, completely dumbfounded.

The semester had just begun and you had a feeling it was going to be a complete disaster because well... you're a complete disaster. You have absolutely no idea why you like to complicate things for yourself. All you had to do was tell yourself no, I will not kiss my friends and no, I will not fall for my friends but you see telling yourself wasn't the part you had a problem with... it was the listening part that you simply couldn't get a grip on.

You had come into campus with a game plan, one you had thought out fully on your bus ride. During winter break, you had time of course for all of this fooling around but this was the second semester of your sophomore year and you wanted to end the year with a strong GPA. That obviously meant you needed to cut the drama out of your life and drama always personified itself in the form of two people, that being Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin but that's fine because you had just the plan to keep everything under control without having to actually confront them. Because everyone knows that confrontation was a big no no in your books.

First, you were going to abandon your silly vendetta against Jimin and leave him be. He was going to be just a friend to you, nothing more. You figured once you stopped showing interest, he'd soon forget about you. Though hints are something you're not very good at dropping or picking up, you think you'll be able to slip one in here or there to tell Jimin hey, last semester was cool and all but I think it's best we stay just friends because you confuse me and make me feel feelings I don’t want to feel. But, how do you do that without actually saying that word for word? Well... avoiding skin contact and constantly using words like bro sent that message right? In any case, that's all you really had in your arsenal so, it was just going to have to work. You hope that in the end, he'd stay your friend because for what it's worth, you genuinely do enjoy his company and perhaps you’ve grown a little too attached to him but honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if there came a day where the both of you would walk past each other without so much as glancing at each other.

Second, you were going to keep Kim Taehyung at an arm's length because damn is that boy sneaky. You're not sure what it is about him but he always knew just what to say or do to have you right where he wanted you. He's always been flirty by nature but you also knew that Taehyung never liked being alone. Ever. He could never stand being by himself and he would latch on to any girl he saw fit to fill in that emptiness he felt and by any girl, you mean multiple girls. Whenever you dropped by his home the previous semester, you'd see an assortment of undergarments in different sizes. Don't fall for his tricks, you repeat to yourself like a mantra. You've already been burned once thanks to his best friend and you're pretty sure you're not interested in a second time.

It sounded like a great plan in your head, really it did, but it was only day 3 on campus and you had already failed miserably. You had woken up in Jimin's arms that morning, effectively rendering your avoid skin contact part of your plan a complete failure and later that day you had kissed Taehyung, on the lips. So much for trying to keep them at a distance, you sigh. It's fine, this week was more like a trial week anyway...

Week 2

You had managed to go through the rest of the first week without kissing either Jimin or Taehyung which was a feat to say the least because the both of them were really testing you and tonight was no different. Solji only watched on in mild amusement as you attempted to enjoy the welcome weekend night out at the club stone cold sober. You had decided that alcohol only made your mind a 100 times worse at making decisions so you stay clear of it. Even while you're sober, you're damn near sweating from seeing how good the boys look in their button downs. It didn't help that the both of them got extremely touchy when they're drunk but you manage to keep most of it at bay, choosing instead to excuse yourself to use the toilet every time you felt like your resolve was going to crumble.

1 am.

That's how far into the night you got before you sneakily make your way out of the club to take the late bus back to your dorm. Your phone lights up with calls and messages not soon after but you simply send the same message back to everyone, something about how you weren't feeling too well... which to some degree, felt true because what the fuck, how were you going to keep all of this up for another three months?

Weeks 3 & 4

The onslaught of assignments begin and the first round of midterms begin to near. You groan at the amount of work you're assigned and you spend every waking day studying your ass off. Taehyung spends a little too much time you feel, in your room and you're holding up good, not giving in to any of his advances but you feel like it's only a matter of time before you break. As much as you want to hate him, he always does the bulk of the work for what your professor has now assigned as weekly partner projects. He catches you staring at him like he's the universe whenever he lets you get away with the bare minimum for the projects so you could focus on your other subjects. At times, you almost, almost give in to his boxy smile and his eyebrow wiggles when he asks for a little payment usually in the form of a kiss for doing all the work but you brush him off, offering him some snacks instead.

Taehyung worries about you especially when he sees your telltale signs begin to show. The shaky hands, jittery legs and the way you'd mutter to yourself about how you can't keep up with all the work piled up on your table. He always gets you to take small breaks whenever he could to make small talk and lighten up the tense atmosphere you seem to create whenever you're stressed. You're grateful for him, you are but you can feel yourself slip whenever you find yourself grinning at one or two of his sleazy lines and as much as you love having him around, you could not afford to get yourself into anymore boy drama. Luckily for you, Taehyung always chooses to leave just before you mess up and give into one of his 'Hey babe... if you're feeling stressed, I know just the activity we can participate in to let off some steam...'

When he leaves, you get a moment of peace where you can relax and let your guard down but that peace never lasts long because the moment you step into the dining hall, you're met with another devil by the name of Park Jimin. He smiles at you from his seat, waving for you to come over and as much as you want to turn away, you find yourself in the seat opposite him after collecting your food. Dinners with him give you a chance to forget about all your homework for a while and it's not until you notice that the dining hall has seemed to empty out do you remember that you have to go to the library like you had originally planned. It was something about the way he would stare at you and listen that made you lose track of time.

Somewhere along the line, Jimin invites himself to your library study sessions, even staying until midnight with you. To your surprise, he's actually studying, actually doing work instead of fooling around like he usually did in your room the previous semester. As the night draws on, you see him struggle to focus and you can only offer him a sad smile. He's exhausted, you know as much because the poor boy had to be up at 5 in the morning every day for practice but you can't deny that his presence is comforting. You're not sure if he stays up only because sometimes you give in, and you let him stay in your room after the study session because he's 'too tired' to make it up the stairs. You groan, making a show out of your disdain for having him in the confines of the pigeon hole you call your room but you know and he knows that you love falling asleep with his arms wrapped around your waist. Though, the best part you feel is the conversations the two of you have in hushed voices because they always make you feel calm, happy even. The comforting touches, the sweet lullaby that is his voice is all you need to silence the worries you have swimming around in your head. So much for keeping him at a distance, you sigh.

Week 5 Monday

Your first round of midterms end and you're allowed to take a breather for a second. You leave the classroom right after handing in your test paper and you feel free, albeit for a short while. On your walk home, you take a detour, choosing to take the scenic route like you usually do whenever you felt you deserved a little quiet walk through the nature path that ran along the lake, which was now frozen and to the back of the boathouse. Perhaps you might even catch Jimin rowing, half naked, you laugh. As you draw closer towards the boathouse, you hear the low bass thumping and the constant shouting from what must be the rowing coaches. You take a glance through the window to find the women's team practicing and you can only watch on in awe as you witness them in all their muscled glory. You try to watch them nonchalantly, hoping that they don't find you staring but eventually one of the girls makes eye contact with you, causing you to quickly duck your head down and pick up the pace in your steps.

At the end of the boathouse, you see 3 boys furiously whispering and for some uncanny reason, you feel that they're whispering about you. You recognize them to be part of the men's rowing team but the only one you can identify by name is Jungkook. Feeling uneasy, you pull out your phone to pretend like you're busy but you still catch whatever they're whispering. They should really work on trying to gossip about people more discreetly, you scoff.

"That's her! That's the girl!" Jungkook whispers and the other two immediately whip their heads around to take a glimpse at you as you near towards them. "Fuck, she's looking. Don't stare you idiots!" Jungkook groans and you have to press your lips together to stop yourself from laughing out loud.

"What girl?" The stout boy standing next to Jungkook asks, as you walk past them.

"The dreamcrusher..." Jungkook mumbles, keeping his voice low.

"Oh the nerd girl," The tallest of the 3 remarks, a little too loud and Jungkook lets out a disappointed groan before glancing to make sure that you've turned the corner and that you're out of earshot.

Except you're not. You're out of sight, yeah, but now that the boys were speaking at a normal volume, you could hear them loud and clear. You stop just behind the corner of the building, standing in a pile of snow with your back pressed against the wall as you listened in on the conversation.

"Yeah, Y/N, I think. You know how sometimes he's late to practice and he says something like, sorry, I was up late?" Jungkook asks. "It's because he stays up to be with her or something. He's always talking about it."

"Yeah," The stout boy nods, recalling the numerous times Jimin has mentioned you. "This semester, his head seems to be somewhere else. Probably between her legs," He laughs and the other boys join in the chorus of laughter.

You can only roll your eyes at his horrible attempt of a joke.

“She’s messing with his head, I bet. She’s the reason he’s been so out of it lately.”

There’s a pinch in your chest and you can feel your palms begin to sweat.

“Damn it, we were great on the Freshman squad and he even made the Varsity squad at the regatta last year but he’s just not the same,” The stout one exhales.

“Coach said he might switch him out from Varsity to Second Varsity… maybe even the Third.”

“I love him man but he’s been piss poor lately.”

“But Varsity won’t feel the same if he isn’t on our squad…”

There’s a lull of silence, the three of them exhaling deeply.

"I don't know what it is but if he doesn't start performing more consistently, he'll be dropped from the team altogether eventually," The taller boy murmurs and you can hear the other two boys hum in agreement. "I heard coach talking about how his scholarship might be under review too…”

“Fuckin’ dreamcrusher. Wish he’d never met her.”

Your heart sinks as you hear those words and you walk back towards your dorm with heavy steps. You had no idea Jimin was struggling with his rowing and what's worse is that you were to blame. Guilt, is all you feel. He stayed up at night to console you or talk to you and never once did he mention anything about himself and maybe you were to blame because you never asked. When you reach your room, you sit in silence for a good few minutes as you try to take in everything you just heard.

A burden. That’s what you are.

Pushing people away is something you're great at, a true talent if you could call it one. You're not too good with words when it comes to emotions and you'd always try to bottle them up and sit on them, hoping they'd disappear that way, but they never do. You let your worries brew and simmer day by day until they grow into something bigger and suddenly you're grasping at anything to help you stay afloat.

It's not like you didn't want to let people in or talk about the things that are on your mind but you always felt like you didn't want to bog anyone down with your problems when they already have their own demons to deal with. If anyone ever took a peek into your brain, they'd find a large shelf of suppressed emotions and feelings pushed far back into the corner of your mind, in hopes that they'd never see the light of day even if you know that somehow they always do. It was a shitty system but hey you were still a functioning human being, albeit a slightly unhappy one. The main point was that it worked and you weren't about to just go and change it.

Until, you met Jimin.

Talk. He always wanted to talk and if you weren't going to do the talking then he was. It's like he had a sixth sense when it came to you and he always knew if something was bothering you. 'Do you want to talk about it or do you want me to talk?' is his classic line and thinking about it, the line sounds pathetic, cheesy even but it's your saving grace. He never questions you if you pick the second option, opting instead to tell you some story about him back in high school or something or the rather. In any case, either option always ensured one thing, that you'd be feeling slightly, if not a whole lot calmer than before he had asked the question.

In the beginning, you always chose the latter option even though he tried to softly encourage you into telling him that you were struggling, hurting, or whatever it was that you were feeling but you'd shrug away his question, quickly changing the topic or just pretending that you'd gone off to sleep. It was easy to keep him at bay at first but soon, it was hard for you to hide that something was off and perhaps he knew it even before you, that your usual routine of pretending like everything is fine had reached its expiry date and suddenly your left in the murky waters of your worries, alone.

“You need to let it all out, just say whatever you need to, whatever’s on your mind.”

You remember his voice as clear as day, the words bouncing off the walls in your room and ringing in your ears for what felt like eternity.

Maybe, you'd never met anyone so intent on listening to what you had to say or perhaps it was the way he didn’t look at you with those sad eyes filled with pity, instead he looked at you with ones that said, I'm here, I'm ready to listen.

Jimin made it seem so easy, so natural and you found yourself speaking about anything and everything to him. Whenever you spoke, he would gaze at you softly, intently nodding, listening and for once you felt like there was someone on this earth that you could finally talk to without having to feel like you were drowning them with your negative thoughts.

Now, lying alone in your room you can only use one word to describe yourself and that was selfish. Perhaps the boys on his team thought the both of you had nightly sexual escapades that were tiring him out or you’re just not really sure what they have in mind but you know exactly why Jimin isn’t doing as well anymore. You see, there’s a price that comes with being a shoulder to lean on and Jimin is now paying that price. It’s those heavy feelings and thoughts that you had, ones you shared with him that are probably now weighing him down and you knew it, you just knew you shouldn’t have opened up to him, to anyone because whoever listened would have to carry around your pain too. You never open up to anyone because it tires people out and you never want them to feel like being your friend was a chore, that they had to swim to keep both of you afloat. You guess, Jimin has been doing just that, swimming for the both of you, but you’re too heavy an anchor and if he doesn’t cut you loose soon, you were going to drag him down with you.

It hits you like a ton of bricks, your anxiety and suddenly you’re back at step one, cowering and shaking beneath your blanket. A burden, that's what you are and Jimin, being the boy that he is would never let you know that all these late night talks were causing his performance to take a dip because if there was one thing Jimin was never really open about, it was his rowing. You've only heard a few comments from him here and there but you know from that one night where he had opened up to you, that he was extremely tough on himself. Good was just never good enough for him because he needed to be great and he'd do anything to make sure he was number one.

Jimin might not always be the first to practice but he was always the last to leave because his one more set always turned into one more after that and then one more after that and he won't stop until one of the coaches reminds him that he has a class to get to. Everyone thinks of him as a party boy and to some extent that's true because he's always at some bar or frat house on a Friday night but what they don't see is the boy that spends his Saturday afternoon at the boathouse, lifting weights or going on a run whether it was blistering hot or icy cold out and they definitely don't see the boy that is up at 6 on a Sunday morning, trying to improve his time or endurance as he sits and rows on the indoor rowing machine, even if the stinging pain from the blisters on his palm begins to become unbearable.

You let out an exasperated groan as you bring your knees up to your chest. God, you'd never forgive yourself if you're the reason why Jimin gets kicked off the team or even worse, loses his scholarship. He had nothing to gain from the curious sleeping arrangement the both of you had and you know he probably only stayed because he worries about you or he's hoping someday you'd find yourself giving into one of his advances again... after all, you did leave him with blue balls over the winter break.

There are two very clear options to deal with the situation which were to either talk to him or avoid him. So really you only had one option, you laugh. It's not like you didn't want to talk to him about it but you have a feeling the conversation would likely not end very well if you were to mention his recent underperformance in rowing, seeing as that is a subject that he's sensitive about. Truth be told, running away from confrontation is your specialty and you're not about to try your hand at talking, which by now you're well aware of, is something you're not so good at.

"Nerd!" You hear Jimin scream followed by a barrage of knocks on your door. “Are you actually taking a nap right now?” He asks from outside and you can hear him bend down to peer through the small space between the door and the floor.

“I know you’re in there. It’s time for dinner,” He whines as he continues to knock on your door.

Just the sound of his voice fills you with guilt and you take your time getting to the door, leaving him to continue talking to himself from the outside of your room. You take a quick detour to the mirror, making sure that you looked decent, normal, like you weren’t trembling on the inside.

You finally open the door, hoping that the fake smile you have on will be enough to hide the fact that you feel like literal shit.

“Finally!” He exclaims before frowning at you. “You were taking a nap weren’t you?”

“Uh y-yeah,” You laugh nervously.

He simply shakes his head at you before he’s pulling you towards the exit by the wrist.

“I’m starving and you didn’t reply my text,” He turns back to give you a disappointed look.

“Right, sorry…”

“You know at this point I’m just used to it,” He shrugs. “Pick up the pace will you? They’re serving potatoes tonight,” He smiles, giving your wrist a sharp tug.

You smile back at him quickly shuffling along behind him.

Dinner is torture because everything is just too perfect. The dining hall is serving your favourite dish and Jimin is cracking joke after joke and for a second you forget that he’s probably absolutely miserable inside. You try bringing up rowing during a short lull of silence and you watch as he frowns and waves away your question with a quick my rowing’s been fine before he changes the topic. You almost sigh out loud, unsure as to how you hadn’t realized sooner that he always seemed to brush away all of your rowing related questions this semester. The guilt sits on your chest like a heavy concrete block and you can’t help but frown at the boy before you.

You’re sure Jimin notices that something is off because he keeps giving you quick glances as the both of you take a seat at one of the empty tables in the library. There’s a question itching at the back of his throat but you’re so focused on your worksheet that he decides on asking you later. You spend your study session completely buried in work, not allowing yourself even a second of rest just so your mind wouldn’t wander onto less than happy thoughts about the boy sitting across you. From time to time you allow yourself a glance at Jimin and sometimes he catches your gaze sending you a greasy wink or a soft smile and you feel your heart flip flop in your chest. You felt horrible for causing the poor boy so much pain because god, it was never your intention, it really wasn’t.

At half past ten, you hear a soft thud as Jimin lets his head sink down onto the table, murmuring something about a quick nap and you can only look on with soft, sad eyes. You quickly push all your belongings into your bag before softly tapping on his shoulder, telling him it’s time to go. Jimin’s head perks up in confusion before he rubs at his eyes to look at his watch.

“But, it’s only 10.30?” He questions, giving you a confused look.

“I’m tired,” You whisper, giving him a sheepish look. “Let’s go,” You beckon as you stand up from your seat.

Jimin packs away his books as fast he cans, quickly trailing behind you as you walk towards the exit. The moment you push the door open, you let out a groan as you watch snow fall from the sky.

“Fuck,” You mumble. “Bet they’re gonna start clearing the snow just when I fall asleep tonight,” You sigh before shuddering at the thought of the sound of metal scraping against the tarmac.

Jimin only laughs at that because he sleeps through it all the time while you’re not as fortunate. You often gaze at him during those times, wondering how he seemed to be able to sleep through just about anything.

The two of you shuffle along, half jogging to get to your room, to escape from the cold and the moment you unlock your door, the pair of you quickly dive beneath the covers to find some warmth.

One last time, you sigh internally. You were going to allow yourself to be selfish just one last time. With your head placed on his chest and your knee hiked up to his hip, you worry your bottom lips with your teeth, wondering if you should say something.

“So do you want to talk about it or do you want me to talk?” Jimin asks out of nowhere and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Huh?”

“You’re doing that thing,” Jimin sighs.

“What thing?”

“The thing where something’s bothering you but you refuse to talk about it—”

“Nothing’s bothering me,” You interrupt.

“—or acknowledge it,” He laughs.

Damn him and his stupid sixth sense. You choose to stay silent, afraid that you’d give away something just by opening your mouth to speak.

“Okay, I’ll talk then,” He smiles, filling in the silence and you let out a sigh of relief because you’re not sure why he’d let you get away with it this time but you’re not about to question his choice either.

So, you listen, letting out light laughs as he tells you a story about how Taehyung, Hoseok and himself had ended up landing themselves three months’ worth of detention in the second year of high school. You wondered what high school would’ve been like if you had a friend group as mischievous as his. As much as you love the story, the sound of his soothing voice makes it difficult to fight off the way your eyelids refuse to stay open.

Jimin hadn’t even reached the crux of his little tale yet but he hears you murmur incoherent sentences, your slow breathing a sign that you’ve long fallen asleep now. He lets out a quiet sigh before a small smile graces his lips, his thumb running over the skin of your thigh innocently. He wonders if he’ll ever get tired of the fact that he’s always telling you stories that you never bother to stay up long enough to listen to. All he knows though, is he’ll never get tired of this, of your soft grip on his waist and your head neatly tucked under his chin.

Tuesday

[7:22] Jimin: nerd

[7:22] Jimin: where are you?

[7:22] Jimin: dinner????

You wipe the pizza grease on your hands on a tissue before picking up your phone to type in a reply

[7:24] You: i’m at tae’s

[7:24] You: evil professor just assigned us some crazy ass project

[7:24] You: can’t do dinner, sorry ☹

You let out a sigh of relief as you tuck your phone back into your pocket. You hate your professor, you do, but in some way you’re grateful for the project because it meant that you had a legitimate excuse for missing dinner with Jimin.

Both you and Tae work through the night, collecting articles to cite for the 8-page paper on cultural appropriation that your professor had assigned this morning. Sometimes you wonder if your professor feeds off his students’ stress or misery because it’s the only plausible reason to explain why he would want a draft by Thursday and the final essay to be submitted on Sunday.

It’s Taehyung who finally drags you off to sleep at 3 am. He physically lifts you and places you onto his bed seeing that you had refused to heed all his earlier warnings. When you try to climb out of his bed to look for ‘one last paper’ he basically traps you in his hold, refusing to let you go until you close your eyes and go off to sleep.

Taehyung never voices out the fact that he worries about you, he only does it silence. He remembers the screaming match you had with him outside the library when he told you that you were being ridiculous, worrying so much that you were making things bigger than they actually were. Perhaps he shouldn’t have said that and he regrets his choice of words to this day but he didn’t know how else to tell you that you were ruining yourself from the inside out over something you couldn’t change the outcome of. He should’ve chosen more comforting words, ones that would make you feel warm and safe but he had tried that before and it hadn’t worked. Now, Taehyung stays silent, never daring to mention anything about your behaviour but he lets you know through sweet gestures and soft touches that he’s here for you. He hopes that it’s enough, that you do see that he’s trying to make sure you don’t beat yourself down too hard because his heart can’t bear to see you in pain like that. To Taehyung, you’re somewhat akin to a fragile doll or maybe even a ticking time-bomb and he’s afraid one wrong move would mean you’d shut everyone out again, where you’d retreat so far away that he couldn’t reach you.

Maybe it was silly and cliché sounding but you’re the first girl he’s met where he feels like he doesn’t have to pretend to be someone else just to impress you. T’was like a dream come true when you propositioned him to be friends with benefits because well you were you and who didn’t want to be friends with benefits with you? Though that arrangement was great, he rather enjoyed your company outside of that arrangement, learning little facts about you, teasing you until you begin to stammer and blush bright red. He felt so much for you and maybe that’s how everything went south, because he wasn’t supposed to. The both of you had agreed to the no strings attached part of the deal and here he was, feeling like you could play him like a puppet. Maybe he was slightly delusional but he always felt like you had felt the same way about him too because no matter what it was, you found solace in his company too. It had to be true right? Why else would you know so much about him and him so much about you? Why did he seem to know more about you than your supposed fling or whatever the hell Jimin was?

Jessica.

A mistake, an excuse, a reason.

Taehyung remembers the ugly feeling of jealousy creeping up on him when he sees you kiss another boy at a party. He had almost stormed over to pull you aside until he remembered that he had no right to do that. After all, you and him were nothing more than friends with benefits. Taehyung simply broods in silence as he watches you skip away with boys who weren’t him and he wonders how he got here, feeling stuck on you when you didn’t seem to have a care in the world for him.

He never expected it, nor did he go looking for it but it all seemed to happen and unfold in front of his eyes faster than he could blink. Taehyung only remembers being frustrated and upset, moping in a corner after watching you leave the party with someone else and that’s when he met her. She was loud and blunt, straight to the point, two things that you weren’t and from the get go, he was hooked. Jessica came swooping in like an angel, her voice silky smooth and her touches addictive and before Taehyung knew it, he was trapped, completely enamoured by the girl before him. He saw your face twist in displeasure when he introduced her to you and the rest of his friends but he brushed away that scene, chalking it up to a figment of his imagination. Whether it was or wasn’t, it didn’t matter because you had been clear from the start that you hadn’t wanted feelings to get into the mix of whatever you and Taehyung had. But that’s just who Taehyung was… he had a problem with being alone while you rather enjoyed it.

Taehyung remembers your face when he said things were getting serious with Jessica and whatever he had with you had to stop. You smiled at him, nodding, saying that you understood but he could feel the insincerity that radiated from you. You could deal with not having Taehyung as your fwb anymore but you couldn’t deal with the fact that he simply didn’t have time for you anymore. He was… he was your confidant, your solace and suddenly he was nowhere to be found. Perhaps it was for the best, you exhaled. It was difficult, trying to keep your feelings at bay and no matter the other guys you left the parties with, you could never bring yourself to go any further than second base with them because of the twinge you felt in your chest. A twinge that told you that you had feelings for another man, the same man you remember swearing to that you wouldn’t let feelings get in the way of the peculiar arrangement that the two of you had set up. You’re not sure how you got here. Maybe it was the lunches you had with him between classes which always had the both of you talking up till the very last second before you both run to make it on time for both of your classes or perhaps it was the hushed post sex conversations that were filled with laughter more than anything else or maybe it was his ability to remember every single thing about you, even the slightest detail. All you know is, you’re in trouble.

You remember being alone, so alone now that the only person who had seen you at your lowest was too occupied to be worrying about you. The shaky hands, the sleepless nights, the endless train of horrible thoughts that you had to deal with alone. You’re not doing great on your own but you didn’t want to give in, to call him up when he was obviously so happy with her… so happy… without you. You didn’t want to hate him because you were happy for him but it was like he had completely forgotten about you. Were you really just sex to him? Did the endless days of chit-chatting amount to nothing in his mind? Good riddance then, you sigh. You didn’t need him in your life, you didn’t need anyone.

It was a particularly horrible day, you remember. Finals were soon approaching and just like that, your anxiety was amplified and just nothing seemed to be going right. You’re internally panicking as you struggle to get through the last of your assignments and you’re so caught up in your work that you don’t hear the chair in front of you squeak against the floor. There’s a soft touch on your wrist and you perk up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you see a familiar set of pearly whites.

“It’s time for a break, babe,” He coos, handing you a cookie and you wave your hand at him, choosing to return to your work.

Babe, you scoff. He hadn’t been replying to your texts or calls for 2 weeks now and he had the audacity to call you babe.

“Hey, come on, just eat it and take a break,” He whispers, sliding the cookie towards you. You simply glare at him sliding the cookie back in his direction and his smile immediately fades. Taehyung rises to his feet at that, walking over to tug you out of your seat and towards the exit. You’re struggling against his grip trying to pull away from him but before you can protest, he’s dragging you out the library.

“What the hell’s your problem?” You ask, finally tugging your wrist free.

“What’s yours?” He questions in return.

“Look, I don’t have time for this,” You grumble, turning away to walk into the library.

Taehyung quickly steps in front of you, blocking your path and you swear under your breath because truly, you had so much to get done and only so few hours in a day.

“What do you want, Taehyung?”

“Solji’s worried about you. She called to ask me to talk some sense into you.”

You let out a scoff, shaking your head because wow he could answer Solji’s calls but he couldn’t answer your texts?

“She’s just being ridiculous,” You mumble. “I have it under contr—”

“No, you’re being ridiculous,” He interrupts. “Have you looked in the mirror lately Y/N? How much longer are you going to do this to yourself? You’re going to burnout before we even get to finals week.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand!” He exclaims, grabbing you by the shoulder because god, you looked like you were seconds away from breaking apart and he didn’t want to see that happen. “You just have to stop for a second and breathe, Y/N. You’re just stressing yourself out and all of this is so unnecessary. It’s all in your hea—”

“Don’t fucking complete that sentence.”

“Y/N, please, I’m worried about you and I need you to just fucking stop and take a br—”

“You just don’t understand,” You cry, a tear slipping down your face and Taehyung knows he’s fucked up now but goddamn it why wouldn’t you just listen to him?

“So, talk to me! Explain it to me until I understand!”

“You won’t understand, you’ll never understand how much my parents are expecting of me,” You shout, tears almost falling out of your eyes as you pointed to yourself. “I have to do this, I have to do well so, stop with this fucking bullshit!” You screamed as you pulled your wrist from him and headed back into the library.

Just like that, Taehyung knew he had screwed up monumentally, essentially making the situation worse than it already was but fuck, it pained him so much to see you like that. The way he lashed out at you is one akin to when you’re a child and you put yourself in harm’s way and you stand there sobbing as your parents scream at you, even when they’re glad you’re safe, unhurt but they’re so mad with you but only because they care, care so much. There were probably a million other ways he could’ve handled that situation but he couldn’t keep his emotions in check.

1 and a half weeks. That’s how long his ‘relationship’ with Jessica lasted and in the process of that plus the weeks before where all he did was try to get to know her better, he had damaged his friendship with you. You had just slipped from his mind momentarily and he thought you were doing just fine without him so he ignored your texts, knowing that seeing you meant that he'd be stuck halfway between you and Jessica.

Taehyung spends the next few days with his finger constantly hovering over your number but he never finds enough courage to actually press it. He spends hours forming an apology speech in his head but really, what could he say to you that would help erase what had already happened?

It was perhaps the third day after the incident when he sees his phone light up, your caller ID flashing on his screen. He answers the call to hear your voice, quiet and unsure as you ask him out to lunch and he agrees immediately, already halfway out the door before the call ended.

Taehyung sees you sitting in a quiet corner of the café, hands nervously playing at the hem of your shirt. When he reaches the table, he greets you with his signature smile and his heart almost breaks at the way you look at him, so guilty, so worried. Apologies start spilling out of your mouth the moment he sits down and he’s so worried you might start crying in the middle of this café. It’s okay, it’s fine, I’m sorry too, he says over and over again but you never stop with the sorrys and thank yous until he reaches over to hold you by your shoulders, shaking you softly as he laughs while saying it’s alright Y/N, really… if anything, I’m at fault too.

You know you were wrong to lash out at Taehyung like that that day but you were so caught up in your emotions, your anxiety making it difficult to just step away for a second and think. He was trying to tell you to calm down when you had started screaming at him, pushing him away when all he wanted to do was to help you. Maybe it was those pity puppy dog eyes he flashed you that made you snap or his less than careful choice of words but all you know was that was his way of showing you that he cared and you were more than grateful for him now that you’ve had time to think about it because he’s been there for you more times than you can count.

Solji, she was what you’d consider a close friend, someone you gossiped with, laugh at movies with but Taehyung, in the short time you’ve known him, had become your best friend. He knew all about your family, your likes, dislikes, fetishes, just anything and everything. How the two of you had shared so much about each other just through those lunches is beyond you and you’re thankful to have someone like him but you had to be selfish, had to fall for him out of all the students on campus. You couldn’t find a way to put into words how you felt about him so when the semester ended, you did what you did best, which was to disappear. Taehyung was the most jubilant soul you’ve ever met and you couldn’t imagine him being weighed down by someone like you so you wanted your friendship to die a natural death. You didn’t want him having to worry about you, for him to be the friend that others approached when you weren’t doing too good because he deserved better. He deserved a better friend, a better lover.

Taehyung hates how you deal with problems because you never really solve them, simply avoid them but maybe this is the one time he’ll ever be grateful for your odd solution to avoiding conflict. There’s something off between you and Jimin which he can’t really pinpoint but it’s not the winter romance he had grown sick of seeing but rather a subdued romantically-awkward friendship that was neither here nor there.

You and him have always been an almost couple, he believes. You both harboured feelings for each other, or so he thinks but neither of you ever got the chance to say anything. When the new semester started, and he finally got a hold of you after complete silence over the summer break, he thought he’d have a chance to start fresh with you but murmurings of a fling between you and Jimin stood in his way. He got a chance to start fresh, he did, but this time you and him were just friends… which was not at all what he wanted but beggars can’t be choosers. What were the chances of you being placed in the exact same discussion section and same wing in the dorm as Jimin one would ask? The answer was almost zero and yet it happened. It was like a nightmare come true for Taehyung and he could only watch in horror as his worst fears came to life. If there was one guy Taehyung didn��t want to compete with, it was Jimin.

Jimin was way too interested in you for you to simply be ‘just a friend’ as he had claimed many times in the early semester. Taehyung loved testing the boundaries, knowing full well that Jimin’s feelings for you had begun to grow, probably unbeknownst to the boy himself but Taehyung knew the signs all too well because he had been where Jimin was mere months ago. From frequent flirty texts, to answering your booty call that night, to marking your neck with hickeys, Taehyung could feel the jealousy radiating off Jimin grow with every encounter. What both you and Jimin did behind closed doors will remain a mystery to him but all he knows is if he wanted to have a chance with you, all he needed to do was keep himself in the picture, ready to take Jimin’s place if he ever messed up.

Jimin wasn’t good enough for you and to Taehyung, neither was himself but if anything, a relationship with him would’ve been a lot less painful than a one with Jimin. Having grown up with the boy, Taehyung knows better than anyone that Jimin would lose interest in things at a drop of a hat and that’s why Taehyung never bothered buying that new game or toy because sooner or later, Jimin would come strolling by letting him have whatever it was at a discounted price as he didn’t want it anymore. Though this principle only started applying to girls when he started college, Taehyung wanted to keep you as far away from him as possible and that’s probably why Jimin never really heard of you until the start of the second year.

The perfect boyfriend.

It had been something you used to describe Taehyung once over lunch. You had mentioned it so casually while Taehyung on the other hand was struggling to keep his heartbeat at a steady pace.

“The perfect boyfriend,” You laugh, taking the cookie that Taehyung had just offered to you. “That’s what you’d be you know?”

“I-I—”

“You’d hold doors open, buy roses just because, have their favourite cereal in your pantry, remember every single important detail, celebrate all the little anniversaries, buy them their favourite food,” You smile. “If you weren’t such a fuckboy, you’d really be the perfect boyfriend.”

Taehyung wasn’t sure if you were hinting at something or just spewing your thoughts without a filter like you sometimes do but he simply decides to scowl before throwing a French fry in your direction.

Taehyung has a problem. He acknowledges the fact that he just couldn’t seem to stick to one girl but maybe with you he could, maybe you’d be that one girl. He was comfortable with you, never had to water down his quirky, bubbly self when you were around and lucky for him, everything seemed to be falling in place for him this semester. From the fall out you had with Jimin over winter break, to the shared class he has with you and the many pair projects to come, he thinks he’ll be able to make you see him in a different light. He knows you doubt him, that you lump him and Jimin into the same pot as just boys who couldn’t keep it in their pants, boys who chased after skirts endlessly but he wasn’t like that, not when it came to you.

He smiles at the fact that you’re here, between his sheets, snuggled up next to him like he had always wanted. The perfect boyfriend, he smirks. Perhaps it was time he lived up to the title you had given him.

Jimin Finale // Taehyung Finale

A/N: read the Taehyung prequel!!! also hello i got a little carried away writing this chapter so no, don’t worry, it’s not the last chapter haha. As always, thank you so much for reading and feedback is welcome!!!

rowing jargon: Regatta = main competition in men’s college rowing aka the holy grail. Teams in Rowing: Varsity>Second Varsity>Third Varsity. Freshmen Eight/Freshmen Squad is the boat you wanna be in if you’re a first year. Varsity is the boat you wanna be in whenever cos it’s the best (freshmen can be in it too. if you make varsity as a freshman rower, it means you’re super good aka jimin is a super good rower)

#btswriters #kpopwritingnet #allkpopnet #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #jimin fluff #taehyung fluff #bts fluff #i cant believe this took me so long???? im so sorry????

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jungkookienoona · 7 years

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The Meme and His Tutor

Part 9: The First Time Time Jungkook Was Called BunBun

Recommended Song: If by GOT7

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Summary:

Two days after you arrive in Korea Jungkook takes you on a day out. A day of laughter, surprises and heart-stopping moments.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 8484

Length: 9/?

You make your way down to the hotel reception, grabbing a drink from a vending machine before finding a seat. Jungkook had text you the previous night, apologising for not being able to see you for a whole day due to his schedule. But you hadn't minded. In fact, it meant you could laze around in your hotel room catching up on the sleep you had missed because of your long flight. Now, however, you were waiting for a text to meet him in the car park. After you had arrived on the first day you had met the other members. Jin had given you a friendly smile along with Jimin and Hoseok. Yoongi stood to the side and watched the others interact with you while Namjoon came up to you, ruffling your hair. You had stayed to formally introduce yourself and to let them learn whatever they wanted about you. Your phone buzzed interrupting your reflection on previous events.

'Parked in zone C. Black SUV.'

You tell him you're on your way and take the elevator to the underground parking. The car was easy to locate since Jungkook was casually leaning against the hood of the car. He was once again wearing all black with a face mask and sunglasses. Black turtleneck with a black coat and slacks. He looked stunning: professional but casual. You looked down at your jeans and jumper, slightly rumpled from where you had packed it. Shit. You were nothing up to him.

"I feel almost insulted you turned up looking like a model."

You bet he was smirking beneath the mask.

"I have to look my best for Noona." He said, gaze dropping to your outfit. Self-conscious, you drew your coat further around yourself. "And you look nice too."

You mutter a small thank you, stammering a little as you did.

"What are we doing today?" You ask, promptly moving the conversation on.

"It's a surprise."

"Why so many surprises? Free merch, plane tickets and a hotel room, picking me up at the airport then cooking a meal for me. Now this!"

He laughed and opened the passenger door, "It's so you don't get bored of having me as your friend."

You turned around to look at him, confusion evident in the tilt of your head.

"Why would I ever get bored of you?"

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair. He's nervous?

"I'm really not that interesting."

"I think that's for me to decide." You say and then slip into the passenger seat.

He walked round the front of the car and got into the driver's side.

"Your grammar seems to have improved since I arrived."

"Spending day with you really and Namjoon hyung helped me practice yesterday." He pulled out of the space and navigated through the car park to the exit.

"That's good. I'm proud of you Kookie!"

He chuckled.

"You did good with the members. Jin said you speak well."

You smiled, "You and Namjoon-oppa helped."

"You learn quickly, you can come live here sooner?"

You shook your head and sighed.

"I wish it worked like that. I still have to go to uni."

"I go to online uni. You should too. Live where ever you want that way."

"I've, uh, actually been looking into that recently."

The more time you spent Skyping and messaging Jungkook, the more you wished time would hurry up. Three years was starting to feel like a long time. But you knew that your wish was for the wrong reasons, you couldn't uproot your entire life and move to another country just for a guy. Even if they were Jungkook. Especially if he only wanted you there so all his friends were in one place.

"You have?"

"It was just a thought a friend planted in my head."

Jungkook grunted when a van cut him up as he turned down a side street.

"You do what is best for you." He said, "I will fly you out on holidays."

"There's no need to spend so much money, honestly. We're only friends after all. Maybe over the holidays, I can increase the number of Skype sessions." He hummed in thought and his fingers started drumming against the steering wheel. "I'm serious! It's enough for me."

His fingers paused. It was a split second before he went back to tapping, but you saw it.

"We're almost here."

"Where is 'here'?"

"You'll see." He pulled into a car park and swiftly found an empty space. "Noona wait here while I pay for ticket."

You waited in the car, watching him through the windscreen. He quickly jogged to a machine and returned to the car, opening your door and placing the ticket on the dashboard then standing back to let you out.

"Can you tell me where we are?"

"We still in Seoul."

"Thank you captain obvious."

"Fine. We going to one of my favourite places."

"Which is...?"

"I said before: You'll see." He grabbed you by the hand and started leading you out of the car park.

Your eyes widened then you looked away to distract yourself from the contact.

"Come on BunBun tell me."

Jungkook halted and slowly turned to look at you.

"BunBun?"

His brows were pinched together and you imagined his lips pursed in confusion under the mask. His ears looked a little pink.

"Uhhh..."

"Did you just call me BunBun?"

You awkwardly scratched behind your neck, "Well you're known as a bunny so um..."

Desperately, you tried to push the latest smut you had written to the back of your mind and hoped to god he hadn't read it. Or better yet, hoped he didn't know it even existed.

"Oh," He blinked a few times and ran a hand through his hair leaving it a mess. Without thinking you went onto your tiptoes to comb the stray hands flat. "Thank you."

His reaction had confused you. Surely the concept of him as a bunny wasn't new to him. Fans had gifted him headbands multiple times at fan meets. Maybe he'd never made the connection. He cleared his throat and started leading you down the road again.

"Don't tell me you never realised you have a bunny smile."

"Oh, yeah, I noticed. I noticed fan give me plushies of me as bunny. I notice lot of things."

You quirked a brow.

"Yeah? Like fanart?"

"We get given drawings and that all the time. I have a few in my room."

You felt his fingers flex around yours and tighten when you stopped amongst a crowd of people at a set of traffic lights. The green man shone prompting you to cross the street. You waited until you were safely across to continue talking.

"Anything else?"

"I have few well-written fanfics saved on my computer."

You tripped over yourself, at that, prompting him to catch you so you didn't smash your face into the concrete pavement.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook shouted over the hubbub of chatter around you. When you neglected to answer, mind too in shock and reeling with questions, he hoisted you up. "Y/n?"

"Y-you've read my fanfiction?"

One hand went from your waist to scratch at his head.

"Uh, it's kind of on your blog."

"Shit."

"D-d-don't worry, I didn't read much. Too hard for me to understand. I was curious."

"Is that why you reacted that way to being called BunBun?"

He nodded.

"Ah Noona, we're nearly there now."

You were thankful he had changed the topic of conversation. He went back to holding your hand and tugged you down the street to the outside of a cafe. Rustic baskets and boxes were piled high with cakes and pastries in the front window. You let out a gasp at an arrangement of macaroons stacked atop each other.

"You like?" He asked with an amused chuckle.

"They all look so tasty!"

"Come on then." He guided you into the cafe.

Judging from the window and the comforting smell of bread that hit you as soon as you stepped inside, you guessed they specialised in baked goods.

"This is my favourite cafe. The staff don't bother me, they also keep fans from approaching me while I'm here. I love ARMY but I need privacy."

You nodded in understanding.

"Then why did you show me?"

"Noona is special." His fingers tightened around yours. "I don't fly random fans out y/n, I'm no international playboy."

You giggled and stepped forward in the queue.

"Are you sure about that? Because you seem pretty flirtatious with anyone who isn't a female idol."

You took another step.

"It's not my fault all the fans are pretty."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of something deep in the pit of your stomach. Jealousy? You dismissed the ridiculous thought; if ARMY knew that you were holding hands with Jungkook in his favourite cafe, you'd be dead meat. Jungkook interrupted your thoughts.

"Noona, what do you want?"

"Huh?"

"To eat and drink."

"Oh umm... croissant and caramel latte with cream on top."

He let out a chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"Baby, baby, geudaeneun Caramel Macchiato~ (Baby Baby you're a caramel macchiato)" He sang quietly.

"Not an international playboy my ass."

"You said it!"

"You sang it!"

"But-"

"Hi- yes long time no see!" He said suddenly turning to the woman behind the counter.

She regarded Jungkook with a friendly smile and caught your eye, greeting you too. You said a polite hello and tried to pull your hand out of Jungkook's when he raised them to briefly pull down his face mask as he relayed your order. But he kept hold of it, not seeming bothered by her roaming eyes. You felt your body freeze in place under her stare. To her, you must appear to be a couple but alas, that was not so. The woman and Jungkook had a brief discussion as he then said what he wanted and she confirmed the order. She shouted for another member of staff who lead you to a closed of seating area.

"Another reason I like here are the private booths that are separate rooms with doors."

"How did you find this place? Are we near the dorm?"

Jungkook took a seat on one side of the booth and you slipped in opposite. The young waitress took her leave after saying she'll be back shortly with your order. Once the door was shut, Jungkook rid himself of his mask and coat. You shrugged yours off, folding it and placing it on the bench next to you.

"I found it while I was walking to clear my head."

You remembered the time when he had went to Hongdae to clear his head, how many fans got worried because of it.

"It must be something you do often then."

"Geurae (Yeah)."

There was a knock on the door causing you to jump a little. The waitress appeared balancing a tray on one hand. She moved all the items onto the table and disappeared out the door. Jungkook pushed your drink and food towards you, singing the opening line to Coffee again. You shoved his shoulder across the table.

"I didn't do it on purpose!"

"Then why?"

"I like sweet things."

"That's why I'm your favourite then. I'm Kookie."

You choked on the bite of croissant. Once you finally recovered from your little coughing fit you saw Jungkook's smirk.

"You're anything but sweet. You're a pain in my ass."

He coughed, little bits of the blueberry muffin he had got for himself decorating his lips and chin.

"Ew~ You're gross!" You grabbed a fistful of napkins and threw them at him.

"You spat croissant at me first!"

"It was your fault!"

He narrowed his eyes at you as he wiped his chin. "I bring you to Korea to show you my favourite cafe and you spit at me in thanks." He shook his head. "Noona is mean."

"I told you not to buy me plane tickets. That makes you a disobedient dongsaeng. So I'm allowed to be mean."

He frowned, "Does Noona not want to be here with me?"

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, "I'm happy and mad about the fact you didn't listen to me. But yes, I do want to be here with you. You're my friend."

"Then shush."

Jungkook took the piece of muffin he had broken off and shoved it into your mouth with a satisfied smirk. You ate it with an annoyed grunt. Meanwhile, Jungkook brought his fingers to his lips, ridding them of crumbs.

"Pain in my ass." You grumbled, following the muffin with a bite of croissant and diverting your eyes from your friend's lips.

"I might turn out to be a good pain in the ass."

"A good pain in the ass? I don't think that exists."

You swore you saw his cheeks turn a faint pink but he quickly brought his mug up and took a few gulps. When he put it down the pink was gone and you chalked it up to a figment of your imagination.

"Where else are we going today?" You inquired and blew across the surface of your steaming drink.

"Surprise."

"But Kook-"

"I don't want to spoil it!"

"BunBun~" You whined.

This time you were sure it wasn't your imagination as his entire face became ruby red. You couldn't help but laugh as he stuttered and floundered, trying to act like he wasn't affected by the new nickname.

Finally after a minute or so he cleared his throat, "Fine. We're going to a fair. I know you no like rollercoasters so no point in taking you to an amusement park."

"Jjinja?" He nodded, sipping his drink. "Is there a big wheel?"

"Maybe."

"And bumper cars?"

"I hope so! I plan to beat you on them."

You pouted, "You're so competitive."

"We're not going until a bit later. I heard they do fireworks once the sun sets and I brought my camera with me."

You smiled and took a sip of your caramel latte, humming happily as the cream added to the sweetness of coffee and took away from the usually bitter edge. It was a combination you had learned about just before coming to Korea.

"Drink nice?"

"Yes, thank you."

He nods, eyes drifting to the mug.

"I've never had one."

You look at your own drink and then at his which was a lot darker in colour. You couldn't remember what he ordered, too busy worrying about the lady behind the counter.

"What are you drinking?"

"Cappuccino."

"D-do you want to try it?"

You offered him the mug.

"Aniya."

"Sure? It's good."

He hesitated for a moment, "If you insist."

He gently took the mug from your hands and brought it up to his lips to take a small cautious sip. On the outside, you appeared unaffected while on the inside you were practically screaming. His lips were on the mug you were drinking from. It was an indirect kiss with your bias. Your BIAS Jeon Jungkook! You managed a "Nice?" While willing yourself to hold it together when his tongue swiped across his top lip, catching a bubble of froth.

"Really good."

He took another sip causing you to narrow your eyes, "Yah!"

"I pay so it mine."

"But you bought it for me. Stick to your bitter cappuccino."

You swear to god you would die of heart failure if he took another sip. That smirk of his came back as he passed you your beverage. You stared dumbly at your drink for a moment. His lips had just been touching the same mug he was now expecting you to drink from. You felt your heart rate skyrocket. If you rotated the mug an inch clockwise you realised the lighting above allowed you to see his exact lip print. Wow. Would it be weird to turn the mug and drink from that side even though he'd been polite enough not to do that? A poke to you cheek brought you out of your daze.

"Noona?"

"Uh..."

"You okay?"

You hummed in acknowledgement, neither confirming or denying your feelings.

"Then drink."

He turned the mug slightly as he pushed it closer to you. Under the lighting, you noticed his lip print was now where your lips would be. You gulped knowing that he had done that accidentally but still you brought the hot drink up and placed your lips over his marks. You could faintly taste his lip balm on the rim. Was that the sound of your heart beat in your ears or had a thirty piece band of drummers decided to pay this sweet little cafe a visit? Sneakily, you licked your lips. Was it cherry?

"Do you want to taste mine?" He asked, eyes dancing over the rim of his mug.

"Too bitter." Your eyes widened as a thought came to mind, "Can we get candy floss later?"

"Sure, we can share."

"S-s-share?"

"Candy floss too sweet to eat by self."

He had a point there but still, you found that your heart continued to thunder away in your ears. This boy was going to be the death of you. A short while later, you finished your drinks and treats and were walking back to Jungkook's car. Or so you thought.

"Where are you taking me?"

"One more stop, then fair."

"Is this another surprise?"

"Ye." His reply came out somewhat muffled because he had put his mask back on along with his sunglasses since you were back in public. "I think you'll like it."

You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips and skipped a little to keep up with him as a woman with a pushchair cut in front of you. Joining his side, he took your hand once again. It was so you wouldn't get lost, you thought. He was just looking out for his friend who was in a foreign country for the first time. It's not like it's the first time you held a friends hand. You knew these kind of actions could be platonic but it was difficult for you not to try and read into them. A part of you hoped that they were signs of budding feelings towards you yet you're more rational side told you not to be an idiot. That there was no way an idol would be interested in an ordinary person like you. And anyway, he was so insistent you be his friend, there was no chance of him hinting towards having any romantic feelings.

Resisting the urge to sigh, you focused on your surroundings. Where were you? It appeared he had stopped outside of an... arcade? Oh god no. You didn't want to deal with his competitive side. You knew you would constantly lose and that he would rub it in your face. He looked at you.

"Gwenchanha Noona?"

"Is this the surprise?"

"Maybe, maybe not. You zone out. I paused so you zone in."

You eyed the arcade, noticing a row of claw grabbing machines. You smirked and tugged on his hand.

"Can we play?"

He challenged you with a quirk of his brow.

"Are you prepared to lose?"

You shrugged and pulled him in the direction of the machines. Little did he know your hidden talent. Jungkook took out his wallet and handed you a coin, keeping one for himself.

"I figured that you'd let me keep whatever you win so I'm not overly fussed about winning."

The crane machine you led him to was full with anime plushies. You placed the coin in the machine and seconds later you were giving a cry of victory as a Genos plushie landed in the prize zone. Jungkook looked at the plushie in shock.

"Did you just-"

"Your turn."

You stand aside, clutching the plushie to your chest as Jungkook took his place in front of the machine.

"Watch and learn Noona."

"But I already won!"

"I'll win you as many plushies as you want."

"But I did win-"

"You'll have to buy a new suitcase just for plushies!"

You raise your arms in surrender. You didn't doubt his skills but silently willed him to fail to allow you bragging rights. But the world was not in your favour. He managed to grab two in one go. Levi from Attack on Titan and Izuku from My Hero Academia. He turned to you with a shit eating grin and passed the plushies to you.

"For Noona."

You accepted them with a pout.

"You can't suck at one thing?"

"The maknae never loses."

"Not even for me?"

Jungkook pressed a finger to his lips in mock consideration.

"Uh, no."

You gasp and smack him with the Levi plushie.

"Meanie!"

"Smack me with Levi again and I'll take him away."

"But BunBun~ You gave him to me."

He looked away from you at the nickname. As if he couldn't look you in the eye. You could get used to those kind of reactions. And now you knew how. You had a weapon against the Evil Maknae. He cleared his throat and turned his gaze to the games over your shoulder. You watched his eyes light up and followed his line of sight. You caught his arm as he began in the direction of the Dance Dance Revolution machine.

"Oh hell no!"

"But Noona~"

He pushed out his bottom lip, eyes wide and pleading.

"Please!"

"I can't dance!"

"I can dance but still fail on DDR. Should be fair."

"I have two left feet! I might fall and injure the both of us."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the game. You sighed and resigned yourself to the embarrassment that was surely about to happen. Jungkook was merciful and chose a song with low BPM.

"Put the plushies down Noona."

"I don't want to."

"Noona~"

"BunBun~" You whined, holding the dolls as tight as you could.

He strode over to your side of the game, grabbing hold of the Izuku doll and pulling hard.

"Don't break him!"

"Then let go!"

His left hand stayed on the plushie while his right disappeared into your coat. You let out a yelp of surprise and instantly dropped the dolls to stop his hand from assaulting your side further. He tickled you!

"Did... did you seriously just tickle me?"

"Only way to get Noona to let go."

"You tickled me!"

"Oh well."

"Little shit."

"Startue."

Your eyes flew to the screen when the sound of music hit your ears and you immediately started to panic.

"I thought you chose an easier one!" You yelled, eyes trained on the screen as you frantically moved your feet.

"I did! Keep up!"

You spared a second to steal a look at Jungkook's screen. 'Perfect.' 'Perfect.' 'Perfect.'

"What the fuck? How are you going this?"

"Golden Maknae." He replied with a smirk.

"This isn't fair at all."

You swore under your breath as your feet tried to keep up with the arrows on screen. Your own clumsiness had you so riled up you started letting out little frustrated shouts.

"It's rigged!"..."What the fuck I hit it!"..."Try to tell me I missed again!"

Jungkook was laughing at your antics, one hand clutching the bar behind him to keep him upright as the giggles caused him to trip over his own feet.

"Noona~ stop!"

"This game is playing me! I won't be made a fool of by a machine!" You growled.

Frustrated beyond belief, you stomped a foot just as the song came to an end. You glared at the screen showing your pathetic score.

"Noona really bad. Again?"

"No. All of the nope. Nu-uh."

He pouted which you mirrored. You refused to play another round of that god awful game. The little pout/staring contest continued for a minute or so before Jungkook gave a sigh of defeat. In a split second, you were grinning and stretched onto your tiptoes to pat his head.

"Thank you BunBun."

Settling back on the heels of your feet, you pretending like you didn't notice him gulp and run a finger under the edge of his turtleneck. You gathered the plushies in your arms, holding them against your chest like precious objects.

"Can we go to the fair now?"

Jungkook's eyes widened in realisation and he lifted his sleeve to check the time.

"Oh shit! Give me some plushies to carry."

You passed him Levi and Genos. Levi ended up in his coat pocket so he could free up a hand to grab your hand and drag you out of the arcade and back to the car park. You broke into a fit of giggles when he insisted on strapping the small dolls into the back seat.

"Safety first, safety second-"

"-coolness third." You finished for him.

He chuckled and climbed into the driver's seat.

"I should watch what I say. You never forget."

"I have a very good memory."

"I can see."

He drives off. You watch out the window as the skyscrapers diminish to smaller buildings that appear more residential. It was a shame the because of light pollution you couldn't really see that many stars as the sky grew darker. You wondered if all fairs across the world were the same. Would this one have a Ferris wheel? Would there be games with prizes to be won? You hoped the was a target practice booth that used pellet guns because you were surprisingly good at that one. The car suddenly banked right, and you squeaked in surprise.

"Sorry," Jungkook said, straightening the steering wheel. "Almost missed the turning."

"You suck at driving."

"Yah!" He flapped a hand at you, "I'm the best driver out of all the members!"

You chuckled, "Eyes on the road."

He shook his head and muttered quietly, "The disrespect."

The road curved and before you knew it, the view was a sea of multicoloured lights. A wheel glowed proudly above what Looked to be small rides and huts you assumed would be for games or food. You couldn't help yourself and started bouncing in your seat out of sheer excitement. You heard a chuckle come from Jungkook but you paid him no attention as you grabbed your phone and set its camera into pro-mode to take pictures of the fair from afar. He followed the few cars in front and pulled into a field for a makeshift car park. You wasted no time unbuckling your seatbelt and jumping out of the car before Jungkook had even turned the engine off. He hopped out after you, rounding the car to the trunk and opening it to grab his camera. Hooking the strap over one shoulder, he turned to you and held out his hand. Did your heart just skip a beat? You're pretty sure it did. A sudden shyness came over you as you tentatively took his offered hand.

"Come on Noona! Let's win lots of prizes together!"

The fairground was bustling with people from groups of teenagers waiting in line for rides, to families with smaller children clutching plushies larger than themselves.

"What do you want to do first?" He asked as you wandered through the crowd.

You were surprised no one was paying that much attention to you since you'd been able to see through his disguise in an instant. Then again, he was your bias; you'd be able to point him out in a sea of millions.

"Um... can we look around the booths first? I want to save the wheel for last."

"Good idea."

You walk past the food trucks, thankfully you weren't hungry, towards a line of booths where games were set up. The first was a simple game: knock all the tins down and win a prize. Easy. Or as it turned out, not so easy. The tins were stacked in such a way that even knocking out the centre one didn't send them all tumbling. You growled in frustration and tried again going for the bottom right tin to see if that would work. Nope. Only half the tower crumpled.

"What the hell?" Stomping a foot like a petulant child, you turned to Jungkook who was lowering his camera. "Were you taking pictures of me?"

He nodded, biting his lip.

"Is that okay?"

"No. You got me failing to knock the stupid things down."

To show your frustration, you threw the last ball, hard. It knocked the top can but nothing else fell.

"You're doing it wrong." He said, grabbing three balls.

"Well how do you do it right then?"

Jungkook smirk then brought his arm back only to swing it forward. The ball left his hand at such speed you didn't actually see what tin it hit to send all the others toppling down with it. You looked back at him amazed, mouth agape.

"H-how-?"

He shrugged nonchalantly then raised his arms and kissed each bicep.

"Golden Maknae powers."

You shook your head and bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling. He was well and truly a meme. Your attention turned back to the booth when the man that ran it brought over a giant Panda plushie and passed it to Jungkook with a smile and... was that an eyebrow wiggle as he gestured to you? It was! The owner of the booth thought you and Jungkook were on a date! Do you protest it? Jungkook seemed oblivious to the suggestion and thrust the panda at you.

"Name it!"

You eyed the man who was watching you, lips lifted into a smile. Who cared what others thought. "He's yours, you name it!" You said pushing the bear back at him.

"Aniya! I won him for you. Name him."

You felt your hands become clammy as you took the panda from Jungkook. What could you name the panda? You already had a small black bear called Kookie... You thought hard about it for a moment. Oh!

"Munui!"

Jungkook stared blankly at you.

"You're calling Panda 'Pattern'? Really?"

"He's got a check shirt on, that's a pattern!"

You protest, fiddling with the small article of clothing. You had no idea why the panda was wearing a check shirt and nothing else, but it reminded you of something.

"It's like the shirt you wore in those selcas when you were wearing bunny ears."

Jungkook suddenly started coughing and spluttering.

"Are you okay BunBun?"

He pulled down his mask as he tried to regain composure by taking deep breaths. What was it about bunny ears that set him off? He said he hadn't read all of the fanfiction you had written so he couldn't have gotten to the smut scene where the reader wore bunny ears. Unless he was lying... you gave him a suspicious look.

"Exactly how much of my fanfiction did you read?"

He gulped, diverting his gaze from you.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you keep nearly dying whenever I call you BunBun."

On cue, he scoffed, turned away from you as coughs racked his body.

"I-don't know w-what you m-mean."

You pointed accusingly at him, "That! That is what I mean!"

He cleared his throat before looking back to you.

"I promise I read small amount. Opening. I read the opening part."

There was an awkward silence for a moment. Then you sighed. Bunny ears and the nickname of BunBun were mentioned in the opening to the fic.

"Fine. I'll believe you for now."

He muttered something under his breath but a cacophony of yells from a nearby ride masked it. You glanced around at the other booths when something-no, someone caught your eye. A group of girls were looking in your direction. They couldn't have been any older than fifteen. Shit.

You transferred the Panda to under one arm and quickly reached up to fix Jungkook's mask back in place while whispering, "There's girls behind you staring at us."

"Huh?"

He looked round and spotted them, causing the girls to look away and giggle. He then looked back to you.

"Hopefully they'll think I'm look alike since I'm still wearing sunglasses. Come on let's go to another booth Noona."

He grabbed you by the sleeve and headed in a direction that hid them from the group of girls.

"Oh! Let's go this way." You said, subconsciously slipping your hand into his to direct him towards a booth that you hoped you'd see.

Jungkook let you guide him through the people and to the booth where targets were set up. He stopped a few times whenever a photo opportunity arose but eventually you made it over to the stand. The woman running the stall explained the price and the rules to Jungkook who in turn explained them to you. You nodded in understanding and put the required amount on the counter to receive 6 pellets for the BB gun that was chained to the counter. The pellets had to be loaded per shot and to win a prize you had to shoot 6 targets down. Something you did with ease as Jungkook watched you load and fire with a practised hand. You cocked the gun, and brought it eye level, looking down the barrel at the target. Bang! You squinted at the target. You were a little off centre but it wasn't too bad, near perfect. You turned to Jungkook with a shit eating grin.

"Your turn."

Jungkook quickly paid the woman for his own pellets and quickly loaded his gun. He brought it to eye level. Bang!... Miss. He wouldn't be getting the prize. He looked wide-eyed at the target while you laughed clutching a new small stuffed kitten from having hit all of your targets.

"You missed! Jeon Jungkook the Golden Maknae missed!"

His head snapped to you, "Keep your voice down!"

You grimaced before going straight back to gloating, "I can't believe I got to witness you being bad at something. The members are going to kill me." You snorted, "Chong, jojun, balsa my ass."

You doubled over as you feel into a fit of giggles. Looking up at him with tears in your eyes you saw he too was laughing at his own defeat.

"It's okay since I lost to Noona" He managed to say once you both finally stopped laughing.

You held out the kitten soft toy to Jungkook.

"You can have it. I don't want you going back to the dorm without any prizes."

"But it's Noona's. You won it."

"And you won the panda but still insisted I have it."

He took the kitten from you, holding up at eye level as if it were real.

"What should I name you?"

His eyes dropped to you and then back to the cat, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips. Why was he looking at you like that?

He turned the cat around to face you, "Y/n meet Bae, Bae meet Noona."

"You... you're calling the kitten Bae? Do you mean Bae as in 'pear' or Bae as in 'stomach' or perhaps you mean the Danish meaning of Bae as in 'poop'."

"Namjoon hyung says Bae means an important person in English." He explained. "Noona is important to me-" You coughed. "-and she give me cat so I call it Bae."

Should you tell him he'd misunderstood what Namjoon meant by an 'important person'? You decided you should so he wouldn't make the same mistake in the future.

"Jungkook... when Namjoon said 'important person' he meant a romantic partner. A boyfriend or girlfriend."

He whipped off his glasses to reveal his eyes blown out comically wide, "Really?"

You nodded, blushing.

"Oh," He said and toyed with the cat. "That makes more sense."

"So shouldn't you change its name?"

He frowned, "No, I like Bae."

"But-"

"She looks like a Bae, don't you think?" He bumped the kitten's nose against yours with a "Boop!"

You couldn't help but giggle.

"I guess she's your bae then. Just make sure not to let any future girlfriends know you already have a bae."

"I don't think they would mind."

You felt your heart sink a bit a the thought of him going into a relationship but you knew you had no right to feel that way. You felt a nudge against your arm and looked down at Bae.

"Hold her, I will take a picture."

He turned on his camera and told you to move so the light of the Ferris wheel was behind you.

"Why do you need a picture of me?"

"I want to remember forever."

You made sure to hold up the stuffed toy high enough to cover most of your face except your eyes to hide. All the while Munui was under your arm and squeezed against your side.

"Noona~ Don't cover your face."

"I have the feeling you'll post this to Tumblr so... no."

"I want people to see Noona having fun!"

"They don't need to see my face for that."

"Noona~" He whined.

You were sure he was pouting under the face mask and relented with a sigh.

"Fine."

You lowered the cat to beneath your chin and offered him a quick smile. He took the picture and lowered his camera to view it. You joined his side. You looked at the preview on the camera.

"Oh god. I'm not photogenic at all. Delete it."

"Aniya~ Noona ibnida gwiyeoun (Noona is cute)."

The compliment made you look down and fiddle with your sleeves.

"Let me take one of you."

You swapped the toys for the camera and positioned Jungkook where you had been previously stood. He pulled down his face mask to smile brightly, his bunny teeth on show for the word. You got ready to take the picture, BANG! You screamed. A firework exploded behind Jungkook. Jungkook gasped and snatched your hand to drag you to the Ferris wheel.

"Better view on the wheel!"

You held onto your panda tightly as Jungkook practically ran to the Ferris wheel with you trying not to trip over your own feet as you kept pace. You were thankful the queue was short and in no time you were being helped into a carriage. Jungkook climbed in first and you took a seat beside him. You handed him back his camera so he could take pictures.

"Look at all the lights." You said, peering through the window to look at the fair below as you began to slowly rise.

"Yeppeoda" You heard Jungkook say.

You looked over at him to see if he had been looking out his window. But you were surprised to find him looking at you. You found yourself unable to look away. Butterflies swarmed your tummy when he pinched his mask to pull it down and wet his lips. The action, although subtle, was enough to bring you out of your daze. You looked away willing yourself not to blush.

"Didn't you want to take pictures of the fireworks?"

"Ye."

He fiddled with a few buttons atop the camera body and raised it to his eye, taking a picture. Viewing the image he frowned; the carriage door ruined the shot. He went to take another picture, scooting closer and leaning across you to point the lens out the window.

"Sorry, Noona." He muttered.

The scent of his bodywash filled the air around you as he leant across. Sandalwood. Your breath caught in your throat as you tried not to let his proximity affect you. He snapped a few photos and then sat back in his seat, although there was considerably less space between you than there had been when you first set off. Your heart was thumping against your ribs, and your thigh was warm where it was pressed against Jungkook's.

"Noona?"

"Ye?"

He licked his lips as his hands ran over his thighs, seemingly nervous. His eyes stared into yours and time seemed to stand still for a moment... until he turned to look out the window.

"Thank you for spending the day with me."

You knew your cheeks tinged pink and were grateful that he wasn't witness to it. But there was something that confused you. What could possibly make him so nervous? Urged by a sudden stroke of boldness, you tentatively place your hand on top of his which rest on his thigh. His head whipped around to you, gaze dropping to his lap then slowly creeping up to meet your eyes.

"...Y/N..."

You must've been imagining it because you swore he was looking at your lips. Was he leaning towards you? But then the door to your pod opened. You two quickly got off of the Ferris wheel and Jungkook cleared his throat.

"Let's get candyfloss to share."

You found a food truck with bags of the sweet treat hanging from the canopy, but he pulled you away.

"We passed one of those machines by the target practice. They swirl it into flowers"

You gazed longingly at the bags, but the idea of watching someone spin sugar into the shape of a flower seemed interesting. Jungkook quickly found the vendor the made the candyfloss flowers.

"Hana hae jusibsio (one please)."

The vendor smiled and got to work. Both you and Jungkook stared in amazement as the sugar was moulded into the shape of a multicoloured flower. It grew so big you doubted you and Jungkook could eat it all. The man handed the flower to Jungkook who in return paid for it.

He then turned to you, "A flower for Noona."

You took the stick from him and stepped aside to allow those waiting behind you to be served. You took a pinch of the sugary treat and ate it, moaning as it dissolved on your tongue. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook stiffen and you think you heard him mutter something under his breath. You turned to him and held out the sugar flower to him in offer. Instead of picking a piece off as you had done, he chose to bite a chunk right out one of the petals. Pink sugar clung to his lips and the tip of nose. Rolling your eyes at his antics, you grabbed a napkin from the vendor and wiped the tip of his nose.

"You're a child."

"Aniya. Naneun Namja (I'm a man). I had coming of age ceremony."

You laughed.

"That don't mean shit unless you act like an adult."

You took another piece of candyfloss, bigger than the last piece you had. You ended up with blue sugar stuck to your bottom lip which Jungkook wiped away with the pad of his thumb. He brought it to his lips, sucking it clean. You looked away as his eyes swivelled back to yours.

"I should have taken a picture of it." He said, pinching off another, smaller, piece of the flower and stuffing it in his mouth.

"It's too tasty to waste time taking pictures."

"Are you saying that if you think something is good you should just live in the moment rather than try to capture the moment?"

"I guess so yeah."

A bunny grin spread across his lips, "Then I shall live in this moment with you Noona."

You couldn't keep the smile off your face, even as you walked back to the car with your cotton candy flower in one hand, panda under the other. He opened the car door for you, taking Munui and Bae and strapping them in the backseat with your other plushies.

"You treating them like they're children."

An awkward chuckle came from Jungkook as he scratched the back of his neck.

"They're precious because they're Noona's and Bae was won by Noona."

An 'aw' slips from your lips. He climbs into the front seat and puts the car in drive. You wonder if he was going to take you back to the hotel.

"Are you going to drop me off?"

"Ye. After long day Noona must be tired."

The drive back into the city was relatively silent and Jungkook focused on the road due to the lateness of the evening. You must have fallen asleep during the drive as you awoke to Jungkook nudging you awake.

"We're here Noona. I hope you enjoyed today."

You smiled, "I loved today." His face lit up but then fell as you got out of the car. "See you tomorrow Kookie."

You were ascending the hotel steps when a shout came from behind you, "Noona!" You turned on your heel to see Jungkook rushing towards you, arms full of plushies. "You can't forget these."

"Thank you."

You wondered how the hell you were going to squish them all in your suitcase.

"Noona forgot her precious prizes that I won for her." He said with a pout.

"I'm sorry I must be really tired."

"Noona should go to sleep soon then."

"Ye."

"Annyeong Noona."

"Annyeong BunBun."

He lingered for a moment as if there was something he wanted to say or do, before shaking his head and jogging back to his car. You made it into the hotel and took the elevator to your floor. In your room, you arranged the plushies on one side of the bed before taking a shower. When warm and cosy in your pyjamas, you debated whether to order room service but didn't find yourself particularly hungry and decided to have a big breakfast in the morning instead. Your phone had been buzzing away with unread notifications all day, so you grab your laptop and open all your SNS accounts. To which you are greeted by the sight of a Tumblr post by Jungkook. A picture of you holding the kitten cuddly toy with the caption 'My Bae'.

You paled knowing that people must have misunderstood you clicked on the notes for the post (there was a lot). Immediately you saw reblogs saying ‘I ship it' or ‘My ship is sailing'. They had even come up with a ship name. Of course, there were negative comments too. They were either along the lines of questioning who you thought you were or calling you a slut which you didn't quite understand. The urge to write a reply defending yourself made your fingers dance just above the keyboard. But deep down you knew that wasn't a good idea as people would only take your words out of context.

And of course, you got bombarded with asks because of it. You put most of those asks into one post and explained that Bae is the name of the cat and he had misunderstood the meaning of the word when he named it. Your audience, however, wasn't as broad as Jungkook's and you watched his post gain more and more attention while yours grew slower. You sent him a text asking him to reblog your post which he agreed to. And then your post was gaining notes and your ask box became even more full with questions of ‘why does it look like you're on a date?' And ‘you won him that kitten plushie!!! Aaaaaw~ My ship is sailing!!!'

You sighed. It wasn't a date though. You were Jungkook's friend and he had wanted to show you around. You'd held male friends hands before and given them gifts. Yet there was still a part of you that wanted what they were saying to be true. You solemnly replied with ‘It wasn't a date, just an outing between friends.'

The following messages made you feel worse. 'Aw, but you two are cute together.' 'I think my heart just broke :'('

You didn't answer those asks. Instead, you just deleted them. You knew Jungkook followed your blog and that publishing those asks might make him become awkward around you. There were an ask that caught your eye 'You two clearly like each other. Date already.'

That made you chuckle. They thought Jungkook had a crush on you. What kind of weird alternate universe did they live in? Admittedly, you were attracted to Jungkook, had been for years, he was your bias after all. But the possibility of Jungkook liking you, plain old you, was ridiculous. You wanted to reply, you really did but they were on anon so you couldn't do it privately. So again you deleted the message. You put up a PSA asking for to stop sending anons about the picture Jungkook posted because you could not respond to them without risking Jungkook freaking out since he follows you.

This only prompted more asks to flood your inbox as people grew more curious about your relationship, or lack thereof. 'Why would Jungkook freak out? Sounds suspicious to me...' 'Block him, we won't tell!!'

You couldn't help but respond with 'Imagine if you followed your friend on Tumblr and they saw you responding to all these asks saying you should hurry up and date. Wouldn't your friend freak out?'

You waited for a response. It came not a minute later, 'You're clearly not just friends though???'

Your patience was growing thin. How did they not understand? 'Guys and girls can be just friends. They can hang out and just friends. Or should I date all the guys I hang out with?'

You refreshed your inbox and saw a message from Jungkook. 'Noona, don't let messages make you sad or angry :( Ignore and let Jungkook deal with fans.'

You responded privately 'Thank You BunBun. Please don't take them too seriously.'

His reply came quickly, 'No worry Noona, BunBun doesn't mind.'

You had to muffle your fangirl scream with a pillow. Only a few hours ago Jungkook had been a blushing mess at the nickname, and now he was using it in third person. You palmed your face with two hands. Today and been a rollercoaster of emotions. You decided going to sleep would be best. You put your phone on the bedside table to charge and turned off the light. Just as you were about to drift off to sleep your phone buzzed. Jungkook had tagged you in a Tumblr post. You sat up in shock. At the top of the post was a picture of you playing the target practice game, gun held up to your chin as you aimed. That sneaky little- you scrolled down to read the text beneath.

'I had fun with my Noona today, Y/N-chingu. She's nice and funny. She's easy to make memes of. I showed her all my favourite places. But now she's going to bed grumpy because people are trying to force their ideas on her. I want a happy Noona, not a grumpy one.'

Aw. He almost sounded like a child. Though the meme part was uncalled for. There was more so you continued reading.

'Please no more mean messages. I want Noona to have good time in Korea before she go back home :( We will continue to make good memories. Goodnight!'

Aish. That maknae. You became pretty sure that more international fans would think you two were dating but oh well. Sleep was more important.

A/N: Co-written with @tragicshadows. If you want updates on TMaHS then find me on twitter @KookieNoona96. Hope you enjoyed this long af chapter. Do you think Jungkook was telling the truth when he said he had only read a small bit of BunBun? (BunBun is not the smut the tutor was worried about in earlier chapters by the way) And what was up with that Ferris wheel ride? I'd love to know what was going through Jungkook's head...

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