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astarion-approves · 10 months

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The Waiter

'There stood the most gorgeous man Tav had ever seen in their life. Tall with pale skin, ruby red eyes, and hair as white as snow. There was a certain air about him, it felt like being charmed into bed without so much as speaking a single word in return.'

The reader falls in love with their waiter in the Czech Republic.

Modern day 'reader' x Astarion. 1.7k words

Slightly NSFT (no actual sex or descriptive sex), excessive second hand embarrassment, reader is a moron, some Czech, third person.

Thank you to @chenziee for your help on this. I only speak English and she was an absolute saint to translate some dialogue for me.

Keep reading for the full story.

The Czech Republic was seemingly a little peaceful country compared to America, but the food was… interesting to say the least. Time after time, Tav found themselves in search of something familiar to have during their vacation. They ended up spending more time having fruit, cheese, and wine than anything else.

Finally, their friend, Eliška, put her foot down, dragging Tav to a traditional restaurant and insisting they try the food that her country has to offer.

“I warned you before you came to visit,” the friend said with a soft laugh as they were both seated at a small circular table. “I knew you wouldn’t like our food.”

Tav crossed their arms over their chest in defense. “It’s not my fault all your food looks so…” They gestured to a plate being carried out from the kitchen, something that looked like raw dough covered in a brown gravy with some form of meat and cabbage next to it. “Whatever the hell that is.”

“Vepřo knedlo zelo,” Eliška spoke quickly, the foreign language beautiful but words Tav didn’t understand. “It’s roast pork, dumplings, and sauerkraut.”

Tav shrugged. “That doesn’t sound bad. I guess I could get that.”

“Nope,” Eliška shook her head and opened the menu that was sitting on the table. “I’ll be picking for you.”

“Oh shit,” Tav grabbed their own menu, hoping to see what monstrosity their friend might order for them.

But of course it was all in Czech.

“Anything but blood sausage, please.”

Eliška snorted but continued flipping through the menu, a menu with no pictures of course.

While she browsed you stared at what you assumed was the wine menu, ‘Víno’ was one of the only words Tav managed to learn thus far and being drunk on vacation was their plan for most of the trip anyway.

“Dobrý den. Máte vybráno?”

Tav looked up from their menu, their eyes meeting with the waiter, and they felt as if they’d been kicked in the chest.

There stood the most gorgeous man Tav had ever seen in their life. Tall with pale skin, ruby red eyes, and hair as white as snow. There was a certain air about him, it felt like being charmed into bed without so much as speaking a single word in return.

Tav leaned forward in their chair, trying to figure out if those red eyes were just a pair of contact lenses. He tilted his head and raised a single brow at them.

Fuck—that was adorable.

Tav looked to their friend, who was still studying the menu. They mumbled something to the waiter, which Tav assumed was ‘just a second.’ The waiter nodded and turned to leave—

“Is he on the menu?” Tav blurted out before the waiter was outside of ear shot. “Because I want a bite of that."

“Jesus Christ, Tav.” Eliška swung the menu across the table, successfully hitting Tav on the side of their head. “Don’t just say shit like that!”

“It’s not like he speaks English anyway!” Tav defended. They’ve only been in the Czech Republic for a few days but besides their friend and other tourists they haven’t come across many non-native English speakers that could understand Tav’s version of English. Plus, only much younger people seemed to be learning English, while their waiter looked to be in his early 40s. “Anyone who speaks English here can’t understand me, we’re fine. I speak too quickly, remember?”

Eliška glared at Tav. “You only say that because I do all the talking. Please just.. try to hold your tongue. You could offend him.”

Tav held their hands up. “No promises.”

Soon the waiter returned, carrying two glasses, one in each hand. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing his strong forearms riddled with thick veins. Tav sat back in their chair and just watched as the man put a glass down in front of them. How could forearms be that sexy?

“We need a new waiter, I’m going to melt just by looking at this man.”

“Tav,” Eliška hissed. “Shut the fuck up.”

He looked between the two of you in confusion before speaking, “Vybrali jste?”

“Dvakrát tlačenku s chlebem, džbán s vodou a sedmičku rulandy červené, prosím,” Eliška replied quickly, refusing to look at Tav while they spoke.

The waiter nodded, scribbling into a notepad with what Tav assumed was Eliška’s order.

“Did you get wine? If not put him in a tall glass for me—“

Eliška kicked Tav under the table, making them gasp in pain. Those heels were vicious.

“Ask him what his name is, I want to know what name I’m going to be dreaming of tonight.”

“Tav—“

“Oh my god we should ask him to take a picture with us to celebrate my first traditional meal—“

“Tav, stop—“

“Oh yes, kind sir, in my country waiters do take their shirts off for photos, it’s perfectly normal—“

“Tav, so help me god—“

“What’s ‘please fuck me’ in Czech?”

“‘Fuck’ is pretty fucking universal word, you idiot.”

“Just ask him his name, please?” Tav put their hands together, begging their friend for this one favor. This one obnoxious, ridiculous favor.

Eliška sighed and turned to the waiter, who still stood there looking confused but seemingly entertained at their interaction. “Já se moc omlouvám, mojeho kamaráda by hrozně zajímalo... Jak se jmenujete?”

The waiter chuckled, putting his notepad away and turning to Tav. He crouched down, putting himself at eye level with Tav. “Astarion,” he spoke slowly, softly, his voice deep and calm. Those red eyes stared back at Tav with ease, glimmering with amusement.

“Oh,” Tav breathed out. “Fuck, even his name is gorgeous… Astarion.”

Astarion smiled and stood back up, then Eliška thanked him and finally let him leave the table, the waiter pausing to look back at their table once before going into the kitchen.

“Astarion,” Tav repeated the name, enjoying the way it felt on their tongue. “Astarion—“

“Mhm, and not a common name in Czech at all, Tav.”

“Sounds Czech to me.”

“It’s not—“

“Oh he’s coming back!” Tav was grinning at his return, excited to see him again so soon, and carrying a bottle of red wine.”

Astarion opened the bottle with ease, pouring some into a glass and handing it to Eliška to be tested. She lightly twirled the glass before taking a small sip. But Tav wasn’t even paying attention to what she thought of the wine. They were more interested in watching Astarion as they worked.

“He opened the bottle so easily, Eliška. It's official. I'm in love.”

Eliška hummed and took another sip of the wine. “It’s literally his job to open bottles all day, Tav.”

“Bet he’s skilled with those long fingers then.”

Eliška ignored Tav and put her glass down. She spoke to Astarion, who filled the glasses and placed the bottle down between them.

Soon Astarion was leaving again, only to return shortly and carrying two plates to their table. Tav smiled as the meal was placed in front of them—

But the smile dropped into a frown when they looked from Astarion’s handsome face to the plate he just set down.

“What in the fuck did you order us?”

Eliška snorted into her wine, breaking into a laugh as she watched Tav stare at their meal in shock. “It’s domácí tlačenka.”

“Eliška, this looks like if you took bologna and made it evil.” Tav poked at the meat with a fork, unsure of how to proceed.

“Try it,” Eliška replied. “You’ll like it.”

“Astarion,” Tav looked away from their plate and to the now grinning waiter, at least he was being entertained by the silly picky American. “My future husband, can you believe she’s trying to make me eat this?”

“No.”

“See!” Tav pushed their plate away, refusing to try the dish. “Even this handsome god of a man doesn’t like it.”

“Uhhhh… Tav—“ Eliška tried to speak before being cut off by them.

“You can eat this weird ass dish, meanwhile I’m going to drag Astarion to the nearest hotel and let him be my meal instead,” Tav said and laughed at their own joke.

Eliška just stared at Tav in horror. “Tav… you need to stop speaking now.”

“Stop worrying,” Tav said and rolled their eyes. “He doesn’t understand me. Right, Astarion?”

“Right.”

“Just like I said, Eliška. He doesn’t speak a single word of English.”

“Not a single word,” Astarion said with a nod.

“Tav, please... take a second and think—“ Eliška grimaced as Tav cut her off once again. This time the woman keeping her mouth shut.

“I could go on for hours with everything playing through my mind right now with this man—“

“Oh my, please do tell.“

Tav laughed and turned their focus onto the waiter, who simply smiled back at them. “I’m here for two more weeks on vacation but I don’t want to see the sun again. I want you in my hotel room, fucking me until I can’t walk, fucking me until I forget my own name, fucking me until I lose sense of time and the Czech government comes to find me because I’ve been reported missing—“

“That is an awful lot of sex, not that I’m opposed to it—“

“I’m going to drag you back home with me, just so I can wake up every morning and see the most handsome creature in the world lying next to me every day of the rest for my life.”

“How romantic.”

“Then I’ll marry you and we’ll be together forever.”

“Fine. But only if we continue living here. American healthcare is a joke.”

Tav laughed and turned back to Eliška, smirking at them in a ‘I told you so’ kind of way.

“See? He doesn’t speak any English.”

“Tav… You are an absolute fucking moron.”

“What—“

Astarion hummed, drawing Tav’s attention back to himself.. “I can’t miss work, but I do get off in two hours. Let’s try a date first, before we get married. Alright?”

Astarion turned and left, the waiter laughing to himself as he disappeared into the kitchen once more.

“Wait…” Tav looked from the kitchen and to Eliška. “Did he just speak English?”

Eliška just shook her head in disbelief.

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taehoneys · 9 months

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BAD GUY | EIGHT

+ Jungkook and you both have a secret that could end your relationship.

— Summary: A certain video circulates the school after your big mistake and you never do mistakes, but you did this time… a big one: J e o n J u n g k o o k

— Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ft. Taehyung

— Genre: Drama

— AU(s): College!AU Fratboy!AU

— Warnings: Fingering, Oral, choking, all kinds of sex, okay? Oh, and sometimes it’s unprotected. Breeding kink (?)

— Chapter Word Count: 4K

— Chapter Note: I am updating this with one eye open, and burning up with a lack-of-sleep fever. I wasn't going to let you guys down anymore!!

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How many times have Jungkook and you crossed paths, unknown to you both?

Once?

On the first day of class, when you two were figuring out the campus layout. Both too busy looking down at your phones to apologize when you bumped shoulders.

Twice?

When you boarded the city bus after class and sat across from him. It was a 15-minute ride into the city. Jungkook entertained himself by watching you play with your loose-knit sweater holes.

Thrice?

At midnight, when the donut shop in the student atrium was the only thing open. Jungkook, Taehyung, Zelo, and Hoseok were crowding by the register, too busy laughing about who knows what. You and Juli brushed past, donuts and 5 lectures of statistics crammed into your mind.

Jungkook would argue that you didn't go completely unnoticed that time. And every time after that, you had his full attention. From when you slipped into his lab to make up for the one you missed in yours, scouted the fraternities, to when you sat in his economics class.

He didn't plan for banter between you two, but it made each boring class fly by. There was only one time he was seriously annoyed. The infamous time he threw the invitation your way. In truth, he had failed his calculus exam a class before (everyone actually failed), and he was too stressed to pay attention during the lecture.

You implied that his sex was all he had to offer. As if that's all he was capable of? He, after all, attends on a scholarship. A scholarship he earned for achieving a 4.0 GPA and being STEM club president in high school. The only thing that made the corner of his mouth lift a little was that you obviously thought a lot about how much sex he was having. Did it bother you?

It had to a little, right? That's why you stepped foot into the frat house with his invitation in hand. Because you were curious. You were trying to get something on him again (except he had no idea how serious you were about this). So he made sure he kept an eye on you. Though things got harder -literally- when alcohol was in his system.

Your taunts left his head spinning. The way your breath hitched before 'Daddy', the smile clear in your voice. It left him with no choice but to push off the couch to find you. Determined, he pushed through the crowd, ignoring the hands that reached out to him.

It was at the bottom of the stairs where he found you. With your hand on the handrail, you raised your eyebrow. Your eyes said you were bored, yet a small smile on your mouth said you were waiting for him. He narrowed his eyes on you, as if saying there was nowhere for you to run. Because you could either go down the stairs into him or up to his bedroom.

Before a word slipped past his lips, you slowly climbed up. Your hands dropped to the bottom of your dress, lifting a little with every step of the floating staircase.

Heat flashed through his body as he viewed your hand slip between your thighs, pushing your panties aside to reveal a glistening center. His mind raced with the possibilities of what you were thinking about.

You giggled, closing your legs and resting against the wall at the top. Jungkook took the opportunity to hurry up the stairs. And when he stumbled to the top, he turned you into the hallway, squeezing your waist harder than he meant to.

As your back bumped into the wall behind you, a dangerous glimmer came across your eyes. Jungkook dropped his gaze from your lips down to where your dress rode up more.

God, your thighs. They looked soft, and he'd do anything to knead them in his hands. Or better, have them squeeze around him as he eats you out. Jungkook's eyes fell back over your face, and he watched the way you press your tongue against your teeth. Busted.

"I have a confession," he told you. "I have thought about choking you."

You trained your eyes on him. Slowly, his hand traveled to brush your hair away before he wrapped it around your neck, carefully pressing his thumb on the side of your throat.

You gave him the middle finger, biting down on your lip.

He chuckled, holding up his own. Except, he made you follow it as he brought it between your legs. Lightly, his middle finger trailed in your folds, the silkiness of your panties making him hard.

Your chin instinctually tilted and when he did it again, he was welcomed with dampness.

"Careful," you moaned with purpose. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you'd want to fuck me."

"Enough" he whispered, the alcohol on his breath fanning your face. He stumbled closer, but in a way that was hiding you from the people coming to and from the hallway. You two were visible but not visible enough in the dimly lit and smoke filled corridor.

When you looked back at him, it was with feigned innocence. An expression reading I don't know what you're talking about.

"Enough with the act," he clarified. He was fed up with you acting like you were such a good girl when he was sure you were the opposite.

Your fingers danced up his chest, feathering his neck before your hands interlaced behind it.

"Okay," you said in a small voice, tilting your head.

Your approval shocked Jungkook, making him scrunch his eyebrows.

"I'll drop more than my act... " your eyes looked down to his full lips for a moment. "If you get on your knees and worship me."

You hold his burning gaze. The tension growing so thick that Jungkook caved in that moment. He dropped quickly to the ground, and you straightened up like you didn't expect him too.

In truth, it was like Jungkook was waving for your permission. Before you took what you said back, he threw your leg over his shoulder and lifted his head to cup over your mound.

The hitch in your gasp told him you lost all the air in your lungs, making him smile.

"If I didn't know any better..." he muffled against your panties, "I'd say you want to fuck me too."

And not waiting another second more, he swept your panties to the side and ate you out in the hallway of the frat house. He lapped with his tongue eagerly, breathing in harshly through his nose, your aroma making him hungry for more.

You unraveled, shamefully. Although you squeaked protests, you yanked his hair and sunk his head closer. Riding the waves of pleasure, you felt your face heat up, your hair over it not helping.

Jungkook looked up at you with doe eyes, mouth glistening and fingers softening your side. He knew he had you when you drop into his arms. Catching you, he lifted you up where you could envelope your legs around him.

Bringing you into his room, he kicked the door closed. And placing you onto his bed, he continued where he left off. Kissing, sucking, rolling, lapping, rubbing, he did it all with a euphoric chuckle in between. Your moans edged him, increasing from quiet to airy to whiny.

He could listen to them all day.

Giving his mouth a break, he lifted away and let his fingers achieve your climax. When you arched up, his palm roamed down your side.

"Fuck, ___. Did you forget how a good girl's supposed to act?"

He was right, you had forgotten. Your task almost slipping out of your mind.

What he didn't know was when he reached over to play music, you had pulled out your phone from your bra to press record before sliding it under the pillow. And before he noticed, you brought him into the bed to lie down so you could climb on top.

And that video was never supposed to be put out.

- - - - - - - - - - -

When was the last time you had a good night's sleep? We're talking pulse undetectable kind of sleep. Sleep that you wake up feeling as if you've been pulled from the depths of the earth. This sleep was so concerning you were debating whether you needed to be checked for sleep apnea.

It took a lot of effort to open your eyelids, one fluttering after the other as you get used to your muscles again. When your vision clears, the confusion brews.

You question if you ever left Taehyung's room. Then, the room becomes crystal clear, making all the memories hit you at once. The bonfire, Jungkook and Nina, the fight, the kiss, the shower. You almost orgasm for the fifth time --- not really, but it was overwhelming to experience a night's long event in a flash.

Soft humming turns your attention to find Jungkook at his desk. He looks softer today as his oversized cream shirt swallows him. His hand glides across his notebook as he jots down notes from his laptop, his other hand drumming on the surface of the desk. The sun is shining on him, and the way his hair gleams it's chocolate hues makes you want to run your fingers through it again. But what entertains you the most is the golden round frames on his face. Oh, his face. The bruise had gotten worse. You suck in your breath, remembering how fast Taehyung threw his fist across Jungkook's face last night.

You must've been staring for so long because he picks up his head and glances over. With a double-take, he processes that you're awake.

You wish you were a graceful waker-upper with flowing hair and a radiant face. Instead, you squint as you sit up, and attempt to fix your (his) shirt that's twisted around your body.

"You're a morning person," you mumble.

Jungkook snorts, twisting his pen between his fingers. "Morning? It's already 3." Amused, you watch how he spins it. A smile tugs on your face, recalling how he did that in class. Then his words sink in.

3 p.m.?! Oh, hell. Juli has probably already sent out a search party. It wouldn't have gotten far knowing Yoongi would calm her down, but at the expense of spilling the beans. And that's if videos of you didn't spread. Not to mention, when you walk out of this room, you'd have to face Taehyung.

Fuck, this was worse than a hangover.

Your pulled from your thoughts hearing Jungkook climb onto the bed, you look at him raising an eyebrow. When he gets close enough, you frown, which stretches his smile. As he hovers over your lips, your annoyance melts away.

"Fucking love that," he murmurs.

"Hm?" you open your eyes.

He scrunches his face cutely, "How you act so tough, until..." He pauses, and you give a wobble of your head to say 'go on'. He takes your lips quicker than you realize.

You stare at him until you turn away to crack a smile. You hate that he's right. Are you that weak for him?

He smirks, pointing his eyebrows at you because yes, yes you were. In response, you take his glasses from his face.

Jungkook lunges at you, kissing you harder. His smile matches yours as you catch up to his excited kisses. Was he waiting for you to wake up this whole time to do that? Your morning kiss turns from fun and cute to serious when he nips your top lip. There's a brief hitch before your lips are tingling, your teeth accidentally clashing, and your losing air, unable to catch it when he keeps diving for more.

"J-Jung-"

Your phone rings loudly, causing you both to untangle. To your surprise, you find it charging on his nightstand.

Jungkook pants and adjusts himself at his waistband. "Sora found it. It's been going off all morning."

You close your eyes before taking it from the charger. "Juli... she's going to kill me."

Unknown to Jungkook, you were talking more about the relationship than not answering her calls. But you'll have at least the entire drive home to figure out how to explain it to her.

Jungkook lays back against his headboard, holding his hands together, looking over your shoulder. "Nah, she knows you're fine. I texted her."

You freeze. "Texted?"

He looks at you proudly. "That you were safe and sound with your boyfriend."

Your heart skips a beat.

"And...?" Your voice catches in your throat.

"Wanna find out?" Jungkook unclasps his hands and tugs the phone out of your hand, happily.

"Wait, from my phone? How did you even unlock-"

He holds it in front of your face with a cheesy grin and you watch it unlock. Your almost too stunned by his cleverness.

He's caught up in reading her text that he forgets to read it out loud. You lean in to face her mass texts.

You (Jungkook): I'm fine~~ With my new boyfriend💋 Juli: Bitch wtf?! ! ! Juli: Serious orrr Juli: Hello???? Juli: It's been 2 hours, slut!! You better be having the best sex of your life Juli: Oh, so you can text Yoongi you're okay, but not ME Juli: You have 1 hour😤

"She wasn't wrong," Jungkook rolls out of his mouth and you supress a smile.

"Well-"

"I don't want to hear it." Jungkook sets the phone aside and hovers over you. You give in and fall back, staring up into his doe eyes. Even though his face is bruised, it's still one of the most attractive faces you know.

You inhale slowly, feeling the warmth bubbling in your chest. Today, was the first day of your relationship with Jungkook. It made you nervous. What would your days with the once campus playboy be like? How would everyone react? You two were in opposing fraternities, making it so unexpected. Then, there's the girls that would be jealous and who'd wonder why he chose you out of all of them.

Even you know your worth, and couldn't help but wonder what drew Jungkook toward you. If you told him a month ago, he'd go as far as fighting his best friend over you, he'd tell you to go to hell.

Jungkook bends closer, and you feel his soft lips against your neck.

"Tonight's Meet the Greeks." You whisper out.

He hums to confirm, the vibrations making you close your eyes.

"We only have a couple of hours..."

"Perfect." He opens his mouth and kisses where he's at.

You entangle your fingers in his hair. Not what you meant.

"Don't you need to set up your presentation?" You try to control your voice, but he's making it hard.

"It's on my laptop. I saved us some time by having disabled the password so I can just-"

He lifts his hand and mimics opening the laptop quickly, all the while his lips remain working on your neck.

You roll your eyes. That's so him.

You still had a lot to do, like go over your speech, pick-up the flyers, and get ready. But your mind gets hazy with how Jungkook's worked his way up to your ear, gently blowing in it. And the next thing you know, you're going back under the covers.

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You turned down Jungkook's offer to walk you to your car. He still had to get ready and you knew all the possibilities of what that trip to your car could turn into. You were enough trouble, you didn't want to add late to a fraternity meeting on the list.

As you walk down the hall, you look up when you hear a door close.

Who else could be stepping out of the bathroom other than Kim Taehyung? Walking out of Jungkook's room, you knew you had a lot of people to face. He wasn't the first one on the list you wanted to encounter.

He looks up, hair dripping droplets down. As he put the necklace back around his neck, his muscles flexed under his tight tank, his sweatpants hanging low as he must've quickly thrusted them on after his shower. You suck in air between your teeth because you lost all bragging rights of him.

Taehyung blinks, his eyes flickering anger? Sadness? Resent? Disappointment? Everything all at once?

He lowers his lids as he drops his hands, necklace hanging where it should. "Congratulations."

There was a chance he was being genuine. Yet, you couldn't help make the situation so awkward that the tension physically hurt. "Taehyung," you breathe out shaky, "I'm-"

He shakes his head. Leaning forward with a lopsided smile, he winks. "I said 'congratulations'."

Nodding your head, you lock your lips tight.

He brushes past you, but calls your name when he's a little further away.

You face him, cheeks flushed.

"Whenever you need me... you can come to me."

He lifts two fingers but instead of holding it by his eye as usual, he holds it over his mouth. He spreads his tongue out between his fingers. Your lips part in shock.

"I don't even have to be there." Backing away, he holds out his arms in a shrug.

While holding your breath, you watch him chuckle before walking back to his room.

Kim fucking Taehyung.

- - - - - - - - - - -

It had been 2 hours since you left, and Jungkook's high wasn't wearing off. Despite the bruise on his nose extending out to under his left eye, he grinned. He didn't win the fight, yet he felt victorious. He was curious about what rumors people were circulating about that night. People had to be smart enough to speculate it was about a girl. What would their reaction be like when they find out it was over you? And that you chose Jungkook? He throws his head back, elated that you're going around calling him yours.

After tonight's meeting, he plans on stopping by your place, surprising you with hot food from Yum's food truck, and putting on whatever was new this week. The fall weather was perfect for horror movie so maybe he'll suggest that. And then tomorrow, the two of you could drag yourselves out of bed to study in the library. You'll hate him for it, but all will be forgiven when he gets you your favorite drink from the coffee shop by the entrance.

Monday, you'll plot how to give Dr. Lim a heart attack, and that might be as easy as walking in holding hands or him stealing kisses in the middle of lecture. Tuesday, he'll leave his frat meeting to go bother yours. Wednesday, he'll crash at your place and woo your roommates with chicken and soju. Thursday, he'll steal you after class and take you downtown until late at night when string lights illuminate the block and music plays loudly on the speakers.

Friday, you'll go to the city's pier and he'll show off on the zipline before taking you on the ferris wheel a thousand times. Saturday, he'll follow you around as you do your errands, even if it was simply doing your laundry for the week, sneaking in butt pinches when he can. Sunday, he'll bring you home and while you grocery shop for the week, he'll introduce you to his neighborhood grandmas (who dote on him), so they can have something new to brag about.

And the next week, you'll do it all over again.

As he walked into the meeting room, his grin set off a round of curious and knowing ooooohs. He bears his teeth and widens his eyes, overwhelmed with how questions are thrown his way. With a wave of his hands he dismisses the comments about Taehyung being thrown out of the fraternity.

He sets his laptop at the podium and unclenches his jaw. "Nope. I'm not kicking him out of the frat."

Namjoon leans forward and raises his eyebrow, arms crossed across his chest. It's his way of asking Jungkook if he's okay. He nods his way, reassuring him.

"We had a misunderstanding."

Jimin mutters the word in disbelief. "A misunderstanding would be like the time you drank his drink and he told you he had mono, not 'want more?' A misunderstanding is not trying to concave each other's bones."

Namjoon raises his arm to block Jimin's view of Jungkook, trying to get him to calm down.

Jungkook has to hold onto the podium with both hands. He gulps, "Well, I'm not kicking him out, but it's his choice if he's staying."

Another member speaks up, "Without Taehyung, we don't have a treasurer. We might actually have to cut back. He paid for everything!"

Jungkook tenses up, feeling the stress weigh him down. Taehyung did a lot as treasurer, even paying any difference in what they couldn't fundraise. If they lose him, it could be the fall of the fraternity if they didn't pull their shit together. Jungkook hated that. He hated relying on Taehyung for money.

He continues, "We might have to actually fundraise-"

"Not leaving the frat," a low voice interrupts from behind them. The one who speaks up looks like his face dried and shriveled upon hearing Taehyung.

Taehyung walks and pulls out the chair with his foot before plopping himself down. "So you can keep being my sugar baby."

"Sorry," he squeaks.

Jungkook and Taehyung lock eyes. Taehyung stares back with empty ones. After a few pauses, his left hand comes up to bring his vape to his mouth. Jungkook flickers his eyes away, quickly recomposing himself.

"Alright, then. Let's just get tonight over with. You all know what you need to do... tables, chairs, banner, catering, music... I still have to finish the presentation."

The volume increases as the meeting ends, everyone suddenly acting responsible to prepare for tonight.

Jungkook can't help but feel awkward with Taehyung in the room. The two couldn't just brush off the asshole things they said. Jungkook knows he should be the first one to apologize since he threw the first punch, but he couldn't move his two feet. Taehyung was going to leave soon to set up his DJ equipment, so maybe the apology could wait?

Except, Taehyung wasn't leaving. He kept sitting there at the table, vaping, checking his nails, or whistling. At some point, when Jungkook looked up, Taehyung flinched under his stare as if Jungkook's gaze hurt the bruises on his face. Dramatically, he touches them and looks back at his hand in mock terror. Jungkook scoffs, almost pointing to his own nose that he should x-ray.

With a deep sigh, Jungkook mutters an apology.

Taehyung sticks a finger in his ear, looking around the room like he didn't hear him. He yawns, smacking his lips at the end. Looking at Jungkook he raises his eyebrows. Hmm?

Jungkook shakes his head, tapping the side of his laptop. "I'm sorry."

"So you'll hand her over?" Taehyung doesn't miss a beat.

Before he can frown, Taehyung jumps up from his chair. "Kidding."

"For the record, I'm not sorry for what I said."

"Good. 'Cause neither am I." Taehyung shrugs.

Jungkook nods, feeling a little bit better. "Now go make sure the microphone and speakers are set up."

"Yes, president." With a salute, Taehyung turns and grabs his jacket off one of the hooks on the wall. The jacket only sees the light of day during events like this since he doesn't regularly wear it.

Jungkook looks back at his laptop, the screensaver running. A video thumbnail appears and he narrows his eyes, recognizing that the video was taken yesterday based on his outfit. He looks around the room to make sure that no one is left. As he presses play, drunken memories slowly return. His eyes widen and he quickly disconnects the HDMI cord from the projector.

"Jungkook!" Someone calls for him from outside the room.

He clears his throat and walks over to help lift the marquee light up letters on the cart.

That video on his laptop was another one that was never supposed to go out. Maybe if Jungkook hadn't left his laptop unattended...

it wouldn't have.

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#Jungkook x reader #Bad Guy!Jungkook #Jeon Jungkook smut #JJK #BTS smut #Enemies to lovers Jungkook #College au #Jungkook college au #fratboy jungkook #taehyung

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otherworldlygate · 1 day

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When planning and writing a story that takes [x] years into the post-game, the biggest challenge for me is honestly something I would call character placement: where the characters have ended up.

Now, character placement certainly isn’t unique to post-game fics; it’s something that has to be considered regardless of where in the timeline a story takes place. But for pre- or mid-canon stories, you do have canon there to act as a guideline.

Post-game, however, does not have this advantage—and the deeper into the post-game you go, the less tame and understood the landscape is. For Tales of Symphonia, I really like jumping at least a few years into the future. The way the game ended (with scenes for everyone that explain what their future plans are) lends itself toward wanting to check in and see where those characters are after some time has passed. Being able to jump into the middle of Lloyd’s exsphere hunt, for example, gives you a ton of flexibility in terms of what you present in the story, and it lets you skip the tedium of starting at the beginning of that journey (or figuring out the logistics of it).

Certainly, any of us could take the time to write out the entirety of his exsphere journey. We may instead choose to cover Raine and Genis’s attempts to stop racism and make the lives of half-elves better. What about Sheena’s position as Mizuho’s chief and the Tethe’alla + Sylvarant relationship? There’s certainly a story too, surrounding Regal as he takes over his family’s estate and company again after spending the last eight years of his life in prison.

And those are good stories…but there’s just something easy and satisfying about diving into the middle of those experiences. You can still cover the start of it in hindsight; the awkwardness of going back to Altamira and the royal court when everyone knows you’ve been in prison for murder is too juicy to pass up, and how does one even begin to gather all the exspheres? How do you convince people to stop being racist? How do you deal with the diplomacies between two worlds that haven’t seen one another (and, in fact, in general did not even know about one another) for four thousand years? These are all things that would stick with the characters, and would influence where they eventually end up, but which we as writers (or even as readers) might not want to see covered in full detail.

Anyway, the reason character placement is a challenge is because there are so many options and they are all happening at once with the cast. People can fail at their goals. They can change their minds. They can be bad at something we as an audience were led to believe they’d be good at. Their original goal might shift; their original plan might lead to them finding something better—or worse. They could stumble into hardships or find wild success.

The truly interesting thing about Tales of Symphonia when it comes to writing post-game material is that everyone is out there doing their own thing, and to get any of these characters back together requires a certain…effort, shall we say. But in doing this, you also have to consider the characters well beyond their own goals. In writing something five years into the post-game, you have to think about everyone’s ages and their relationships with one another. Did they stay in touch with all of their friends? Just a few of them? Who? Everyone but Regal and possibly Presea would be traveling often. This leaves Regal and Presea as the two people easiest to get letters to…and everyone else having to make a real effort to communicate about how to reach one another. Luckily, Sheena, Zelos, Lloyd, and Colette all have permanent addresses where mail can be sent (so at least letters to them won’t be returned, even if they aren’t received in a timely manner). Age matters in terms of people entering different periods in their lives, too. Presea aging is super meaningful to her. Genis will grow up. Regal lost eight years of his life to prison, so turning 40 will probably be hard for him.

It’s possible some of these characters will eventually lose touch with one another, or that they’ll just never stay in touch consistently to begin with, but it’s important to think about that sort of thing before it sneaks up on you. I don’t think I could write a story about Raine without considering her relationship with literally every other character. If she and Genis are trying to stop racism, they’ll need to stay in touch with Zelos, Sheena, and Regal at a bare minimum. They’re also likely to stay in contact with Lloyd and Colette to some degree. And while I don’t think Raine would know what to say to Presea exactly, Genis wouldn’t want her to feel left out (and maybe he can be more normal in a letter hahaha).

But then right alongside this comes other questions: what experiences have Raine and Genis had while they’ve been doing all this work? What triumphs? What failures? And how has this affected Genis as he’s continued to grow up? Did the work get too dangerous or too traumatizing? Did he get to go to school like he wanted? Did Raine finally learn to confide in him? What about in her friends? Have Genis and Lloyd grown closer or further apart?

Trying to determine who the character is after [x] years have passed is always a delightful exercise, but when it’s for a long-form story, it’s also a challenge (because it’s relevant and matters for longer). I’m currently working in a “10 years post-game” situation and figuring out who everyone is and where they are in their lives is difficult, but the hardest part is the world our characters have been trying to make better. Ten years is a very long time for things to change for better or worse, and I have to consider very seriously what, out of all possible options, would best serve my story.

It's a lot to think about.

#fanfiction stuff

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tokufan400 · 10 months

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It's odd that I don't see many Tales x Reader stuff

Like, for the amount of people that thirst for Zelos, Yuri, Velvet, Milla, and the other characters, their isn't a lot of imagines

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daebakinc · 2 years

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Cyborg

Pairing: Zelo x Reader (G) Prompt: Cyborg/Android Word Count: 1.5K

~Admin V

It had been over a week since you first woke up in the cyborg unit. Once you were stable, you learned that a truck ran a light while you were at the crosswalk. After running you over, your leg got stuck in an axel and you were dragged a bit before the truck stopped. The leg was obliterated. When they brought you to Dr. Choi, he was able to cleanly remove it and replace it with the robotic prosthetic.

You sat in a wheelchair, looking out the window in the physical therapy room. Your therapist, Jongup, had moved two ballet bars for you to use as railings while you walked along them. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to do it today, and you hadn’t wanted to do it the last three days. Despite Jongup’s encouragement and cheers, you ignored him and continued looking out the window.

A sigh of relief escaped when he finally left you alone in the room. It was crazy to you that the doctors wouldn’t give you time to process and grieve your loss. They expected you to try and use your new “leg” right away.

The reprieve was short lived as Dr. Choi came into the room. He walked toward your chair and knelt down in front of you. “Jongup tells me you won’t do the exercises again.”

With a non-committal grunt, you continued to look out the window. He called your name but you refused to look at him. “You have to use your leg. You need to walk on it, and bend down with it. All the other things you would normally do before your accident.”

“That’s just it, isn’t it?” Your glare was icy as you turned to him. “It’s not my leg. I could do all the things you want me to do before the accident. I don’t want to do them now. Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

The fact that he smiled widely made you angrier. “I’m not gonna just let you wallow in self-pity. You’re absolutely right; what happened to you is unfair and you didn’t deserve to have it happen. But it did happen. I know that’s hard to accept, but it happened and you can’t change that.”

Turning away from him, looking back out the window was easier than to admit he was right.

“I know you want to be left alone in your pity party, but unfortunately, your new leg doesn’t have that kind of time.”

“What makes you think I even want this stupid thing?”

“So you would like to remain in a wheelchair the rest of your life instead of walking and being mobile on your own?”

“I want to be fully human!” You gestured at your leg. “This makes me a freak! You don’t think people will just ignore a big robot leg, do you?”

“It won’t always look like that. Once you complete therapy and it moves in sync with you, we’ll confirm there are no problems and cover it with a very realistic silicon. It will look just like your other leg. Soon you’ll forget it’s even metal.”

“Like you’d know,” muttered from your lips.

He stood up then and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. Looking up at him, he revealed a scar on his neck. Then he removed his lab coat and lifted the back of his shirt. There was a long scar from what you could see going alongside his spinal column. Dr. Choi turned back to you. “You’re not the only one who’s not fully human.”

Your mouth dropped. There were no words. All you could do was stare.

His smile this time was sheepish. “Before my accident, I used to be a B-boy.”

Still in shock, you spoke without thinking. “But you’re so tall.”

That made him chuckle. “Yeah, it was part of the problem. I tried to do a backflip I wasn’t prepared for and landed wrong. Technically, my neck was broken and my spine was damaged. I would be paralyzed without the robotic parts that I have now.”

You were still at a loss for words. He bent down to your level again. “You can do this. I know, because I did. Your new leg is attached to your nerve endings. When you move it, it’s going to move just like your other one did. It will build muscle memory and act just like a normal human leg. But right now, by not moving it, it’s building the memory of a statue, and that’s how it will act.”

His words were understood. The stubborn part of you still didn’t want to give in, but it did seem like this was your shot at having your life as normal as it had always been.

Seeing your deliberation, Dr. Choi beamed once more. “I’ll make you a deal; you try walking, and I will show you some of my B-boy moves.”

Your mouth dropped. “You still do them?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “I rap, too.”

“Is Dr. Choi your stage name?”

Chuckling, he shook his head. “That would be Zelo.”

“Zelo. Dr. Zelo. I think if I’m doing this, I should get the full show of rapping and B-boying.”

He rubbed his chin, pretending to consider the bargain. “I don’t know. You haven’t been a very good patient so far. Jongup is the cheeriest person in this place, and you made him frown.”

“How cheerful were you after your accident? Do you want me to use the leg or not?”

His smile was back. “Okay then. You walk down the bars; I’ll rap and dance for you. Deal?” His hand stretched out to you.

You accepted it and shook. “Deal.”

He was ready to help you to stand, but you motioned for him to stop. “Will it hurt?”

Zelo knelt down again. “It won’t hurt, but it won’t feel comfortable. The leg is trying to learn how it’s supposed to function, so it’s going to be a little stiff and hard to move at first. Once it receives signals from the nerve endings, and you move it, it will get easier and feel more comfortable.”

You nodded and mumbled an “okay.”

His hand rested on top of yours as he looked into your eyes. “You can do this. I’m gonna be here all the way.”

Nodding again, you allowed Zelo to help you up from the wheelchair and hobble over to the ballet bars. Once you were situated, he moved to the opposite end. “Whenever you’re ready. Take your time.”

He wasn’t joking when he said it would be uncomfortable. The leg wasn’t any heavier than your human leg was, but because it was new, it felt like dead weight. Your nerve endings tingled as you attempted to move it. You could only move it an inch, and you were sweating from just that much.

“You’re doing good! Don’t worry about how far it moves. Take as small of a step as you need. You can build up to longer strides.”

Squeezing the bars for support, you moved your good leg then tried your robotic leg again. A gasp sounded when the nerve endings tingled again. It felt like electricity. It continued like this until you were out of breath and at the end of the bars. Zelo had grabbed your wheel chair and had it ready for you. You were thankful as he helped you into it.

“That was good! You did really well.”

Still breathless, you lifted your shirt to wipe sweat of your forehead.

“So which do you want first, rapping or dancing?”

Your eyebrow lifted. “You can’t do both at once?”

A smug smirk appeared. “Oh, I can. But you’re only getting one now. I’ll do the other when you make it back down the bars.”

“What?” Your mouth dropped.

“Like I said, time is of the essence, and you didn’t want to use it the first few days. We can’t stop now.” Zelo chuckled as you groaned. “It will be easier this time. Your leg has some input from the nerve endings sending messages to move. It has a better idea of how to function.”

You did nothing but glare at him. It only made him beam brighter.

“I’m still here to help you. Us cyborgs gotta stick together.”

If looks could kill . . . “I’m gonna use my cyborg leg to kick your cyborg ass.”

His smile never faltered. “That’s the spirit! Gotta walk the row again if that’s ever gonna happen.” When you ignored him, he started shaking his shoulders and shimmying. “What’s it gonna be?”

It was hard not to smile at this ridiculously tall doctor dancing like a fool before you. Pride still in tow, you gave him a solemn look. “I will walk it again, but I want both the rapping and dancing together when I make it to the end.”

“Alright!” He raised his hand for a high-five. When you refused to meet him, he lifted your hand and slapped it against his, making you grin again. “Let’s get this robo-show on the road!”

#31 days of halloween #zelo #BAP #choi junhong #zelo fics #zelo scenarios #bap fics #bap scenarios #choi junhong fics #choi junhong scenarios #kpop fics #kpop scenarios

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hobiiiiiworld · 2 years

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Heartstrings | Chapter 3 - A New Perspective

Previous chapter

Synopsis: You and Hoseok spend some more time together, and Hoseok grows fond of you.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x female reader | Best friend Min Yoongi x female reader

Genres: Fake dating | Nothing to lovers | University AU

Word Count: 9,7K

TW: makeout sesh in the woods and smoking (not cigarettes)

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Monday

Hoseok walks into the hall and spots his group of friends immediately, which isn't hard. They're standing bunched up together, rowdy as ever, talking loudly amongst themselves. As he walks up to them, he greets them hello before taking a place in the circle that has now formed, the conversation already resumed as if nothing happened. From here, he can see the whole hall. He doesn't look for you, but you're not hard to spot as you walk up to a blond man. Your steps are slow as you move, almost as if you're uncertain.

"You coming, too?" Jimin asks, drawing Hoseok´s attention. He turns his eyes to the man beside him, giving his best smile to his best friend.

"I´ll have to see."

"See about what? What reason can you possible have to miss a party?" one of his friends, Brian, asks him.

Hoseok doesn't answer. Brian's word annoys him, which isn't rare for Brian, who has the tendency to say necessarily mean and negative thing. Just like now. Hoseok, who would barely count himself as Brian's friend, should be able to sit out one party without Brian acting like a spoiled brat about it.

"Come on! Are you a mute now? Tell me!"

Hoseok bites his tongue and tightens his fists, trying all his might not to lash out like a toddler who hasn't gotten a hang of his emotions yet.

"Dude, it's Monday. We went out three days ago, can you relax a little?" he replies with a playful smile. Brian nods and pats Hoseok´s back. Hoseok gets a bad taste in his mouth, leaning away from Brian as casually as he can.

"I'm just exited!"

"You should be, I am going, and I am not going quietly," Jimin moves the conversation away from him, much to Hoseok´s appreciation.

"Do you ever go quietly?" another one of Hoseok´s other friends, Zelo, asks then, laughing teasingly.

Hoseok´s eyes drifts over to you, still standing with the blonde man, who he has learned is named Yoongi. You're both looking down at your phones, and Hoseok wonders what happened between Friday and now. On Friday he saw the two of you laughing comfortably together during the lesson, completely relaxed. Now, he can feel the tension emanating from across the room. Yoongi suddenly says something, and you look up at him, offering him that same kind smile you're always willing to give, giving your reply. At your replay, Hoseok sees Yoongi´s faces suddenly turn from friendly to sour at your words. Your phones are forgotten now, laying lonely in your hands as you're clearly trying to appease your friend. You take a step towards him to place a hand on his arm, shaking your head. Yoongi really doesn't look happy.

You're trying to tell Yoongi something, once again, when Zelo claps his hand on Hoseok´s shoulder.

"Let's go in, yeah? Lesson is about to start."

A part of Hoseok doesn't want to go in, leaving you alone while having this conversation, which is clearly not going well. During the weekend he saw how not fine you are deep down, and he wants to make sure you're alright before just leaving.

A different part of Hoseok is telling him to calm down. This has nothing to with him, and he knows you can handle yourself. You definitely don't need him to defend you. With that in mind, he walks after his friends. Taking his seat next to Jimin on the far end of the row, he finds his notepad and pen before settling back against the seat, keeping an eye on the door.

"How was the rest of your weekend?" Jimin asks.

"Miserable. My hungover was so bad, man."

"Last I saw you, you were pretty alright." Hoseok laughs. "Guess you kept on drinking after I left?"

Hoseok hasn't told any of his friends about the deal he has with you, which means they have no idea he even left his apartment during the weekend. Some things he likes to keep to himself, especially when it comes this specific friend group. If there is something he doesn't want to be made fin of, it's best not to tell these friends.

Jimin, however, is diffrent. Hoseok would count Jimin as his personal friend. If it was just him here, he could tell him everything.

You enter the room, and Hoseok turns to the front, not wanting you to catch him looking. It's so stupid, the way he's acting like a teenager around you. Quickly, he scrambles for something to say in order to look busy.

"I did. I found some old friend, tried to catch up over a game of never have I ever. The only thing I took from that, was the question of when I had time to do all that shit. What about you? Did you leave with that-"

"Shut up," Jimin says quickly, making Hoseok laugh.

"I know, I know. What I was going to say was: did you leave with that hottie I saw you with?"

Jimin blushes, but nods his head, confirming. Hoseok wants to bottle up the bright smile on Jimin´s face. "Got breakfast in the morning, too."

"Sunny side up, I bet."

In the corner of his eye, Hoseok sees you talking to the woman Jungkook is dating. She is gushing about something and making you laugh. He looks for Yoongi, but can't seem to find him.

A thought enters his mind, a thought he wishes wouldn't penetrate everything in him. After a couple of seconds, he can't help himself, and takes out his phone. He already has an opening line.

_____ _____

Hi.

Jungkook asked if we wanted to tag along to dinner and some arcade-games with him and Dea on Friday…

You down to play? 😉

Always

It's a surprise for Dea, so don't say anything!

How sweet of him!

Jungkook, always the romantic 🙄

You dont think it's cute?

No, it's cute! But he's making me look bad

What you lack in creativity you make up for in cuteness

🤧

Now shush, the lecture is starting back up again

It's not?

Shush

Hoseok looks over, seing you grin down at your phone. The professor standing up to start the lecture again and Hoseok re-focuses, ridding himself of his own grin.

Thursday

Just like every other day, Hoseok is standing with his group of friend, wishing that it's time to go inside in order for him to escape this conversation. This morning, Brian managed to tell Hoseok he was a no good suck up. He didn't say it in those exact words, but the sentiment was still very clear, and now Hoseok is just done. He doesn't want to deal with this group today. It's been a long week, listening to the same conversation about the same party that is happening this weekend, over and over again.

He looks around for a distraction and spots a very familiar figure. The only person he can imagine making his mood better in this room is you, and you're walking into the auditorium. Alone today.

"Bye," Hoseok says, removing himself from the group before they can make a move to stop him. Following you into the auditorium and down the steps, he stops and lays a hand on the seat beside you.

"This seat taken?" He smiles, noticing how you look up at him and smile as you see him.

During this week he has noticed you several times, greeting you in passing then trying his best not to pay it much mind, but also failing immensely. Tuesday you sat with Dea. He noticed the blonde haired man wasn't around, the conversation from Monday coming back to his head. That day, you still had your smile. Yesterday, however, he noticed you sitting with another man, a tall and bulky one, your bright smile dulled to a small one that wouldn't spread further than your lips. Even though this isn't the first time the two of you have knowledge each other, this is the first time he has approached you.

You shake your head and move your backpack to make room for Hoseok before turning to your computer. Hoseok takes a seat next to you, turning to you. It looks like you're tired today, your cheeks a little more hollow than normal, eyes a little darker, and your hair in a high pony-tail.

"Crazy night last night?" he ask.

You smile and shake your head. "I wish! Long shift at the boring retail job." You're looking at him in that way that makes his mind spin, with your eyes roaming all over his face and taking him in. It's making him feel naked. "You're looking better," you comment. Hoseok can't stop the heat from forming in the back of his neck.

"Thanks?" he jokes it away.

"You know what I mean," you chuckle, nudging him slightly.

"Yeah, I can finally relax now that I don't have a dinner with horrible, judging parents to worry about."

"What horrible person would put you through that?" you fake shock.

"Some random woman who just came up to me on street. She basically said she wanted to buy me. Insulted me, told me I was only worth a small cup of coffee."

You shake your head and tisk. "Should have ran away."

"Her offer was one I just could not pass up."

You finally laugh before opening your mouth to speak, only to be cut off by lecturer starting the lecture. Hoseok looks away from you, wearing a stupid grin. Opening his notepad, he directs his focus on the lecturer.

"I will take you all through the next five lectures, so I hope we will get along!" the round man says, scratching his beard. Hoseok leans into you.

"Santa came early this year," he whispers, making you laugh silently into your hand. Hoseok ignores the leaping feeling in his stomach when he watches your eyes look up at him in delight, clearly appreciating his comment.

"I don't think he will grand out wishes, though" you whisper back.

"Better go and find out."

You're about to get up, but Hoseok grabs your hand in panic, dragging you down. "Don't," he whispers.

"I just want to make my wish" you pout.

"Just sta-"

Someone behind you shushes, making you giggle even more. He can't help but laugh with you, probably enjoying this a little bit too much.

"Be quiet," you pretend to scold him, swatting his arm lightly. You turn and pretend to type on your computer, fingers going ham over the keyboard, not actually pressing down on any of the keys.

Hoseok tries to get rid of his smile by clearing his throat, to no avail. Only when the lecturer starts his slideshow and Hoseok focuses, does his smile go away.

The first hour of the lecture goes by quickly, and suddenly Mr. Santa calls for a break. Hoseok turns and sees his friends beckoning him over for their usual coffee break. He would rather just stay here with you, but coffee sounds too good to pass up right now.

He stands up. "I'm going to buy a coffee with my friends, want to join?"

"Sure."

Hoseok leads the two of you out of the auditorium, delaying the meeting between you and his friends by walking as slowly as he can. He doesn't particularly want to introduce his friends to you, afraid of what they might say. Afraid of how they might offend you. They're not necessarily the most favourable people, but they're the people that he has, and they have never turned him down. At least some of them haven´t.

"Please don't judge me based on these people."

"What?" you ask, confused.

"It's just that… Please keep in mind that I don't agree with everything they say."

"Alright," you say, still confused but sending Hoseok a smile as the two of you walk up the group.

"This is _____," he says. They take turns shaking your hand and introducing themselves. You smile extra when you recognize Jimin.

"Nice to see you again," he says, kissing the back of your hand. Hoseok smiles at the theatricality of it all, always so charmed by Jimin.

"Jimin," you say back.

When the introductions are over and done with, which went way more smoothly than Hoseok anticipated, the conversation is turned back to this Saturday and the party happening. Hoseok is painfully aware that you're not invited, and wishes they would choose another topic to talk about. He is tense, really hoping you haven't take noffense, when Brian turns to him, placing his big hand on his shoulder.

"Too bad this dickhead isn't going."

"I didn't say I wasn't going, Brian," Hoseok sighs now. "I said I have to see."

This is the moment Jimin decides to turns to you, sparking a conversation between the two of you. "I didn't noticed you leaving the party last weekend. Did you get home alright?" Jimin asks. His words sparks a new memory in your mind, one you didn't even know existed.

Hoseok turns to you as well, consequently splitting the group into two.

"I think I saw you in the staircase, and if it was you, I totally understand why you didn't notice me," you tease, winking at Jimin, making him red in the face. So you know about Jimin, too, Hoseok thinks. Clearly you found out by accident, but judging by your reaction, you really don't care.

"You saw us? Please, don't tell anyone, people don't know…" Jimin looks back at the group of men behind him, eyes wide. Hoseok notices your eyes fleet to him. "He knows," Jimin says, which clearly relaxes you.

"Sorry. I would never tell on you. I was just saying, nice work," you shrug.

The queue moves and Jimin has to turn and give his order, leaving you and Hoseok to yourselves.

"What do you want to drink?" you ask Hoseok, turning fully to him.

"Sorry?"

"You help me out with my family, I buy you coffee, remember?"

"Large black coffee is fine, but you really don't have to."

Hoseok tries to collect his wallet out from his back pocket, but you stop him, your hand lingering on his."It's a coffee, Hoseok, please let me. As a small thank you."

Hoseok takes a step towards you, that same playful grin on his face. He moves his hand slowly up your arm, feeling goosebumps rise on your arm. He watches as you swallow hard. More than anything, he loves all the clues that tells him you feel it too: the effect you have on him, he has it on you too. "You can always show you gratitude in other, more pleasant, ways." He watches you, your cheeks bright red now, your eyes trailing down to his lips. He goes on. "Or is that just a bonus?"

"Next!"

Before he can react, you turn around and walk up to the lady at the stand, leaving him with a stupid grin he doesn't quite manage to pull back. Hoseok moves from the line and waits for you a couple of steps away. A minute later you approach him, a coffee in each hand. He doesn't mean to fumble with the cup, but when he notices you staring at someone in line, he turns to see who you're looking at. Yoongi is standing in line, forehead creased as he watches the two of you. The pieces are slowly added together, Hoseok´s suspicion growing now.

Trying to not make this worse, he quickly grabs the coffee and steps away, creating the space he believes is needed. "Thank you." You look up at him and nod, face blank. The two of you walk towards the auditorium in silence. Hoseok is almost out of the hall when he notices you lingering behind, eyes going to the spot Yoongi stood. Hoseok can tell by your frown that Yoongi isn't there anymore.

"_____?" Hoseok considers you as he waits for you a couple of steps ahead, wondering what would make you feel better. He lifts his eyebrows, wanting to ask but not wanting to overstep. Instead of asking, he takes a sip of coffee and half moans. "Ahh, the taste of being bought!" he says, making you smile. Your smile edges him on, giving hi courage to go on. "I was wondering if you're doing anything after the lecture?"

"I start work at seven, why?"

"Would you hang out with me?" He wants to convey more, but can't quite find the words. The silence feels heavy and meaningful.

"What were you thinking of doing?" you ask.

"I didn't think that far," he answers, looking down at the ground, his neck warm once again. It feels silly now. "Doesn't matter to me, you can decide." You and Hoseok take your time walking into the auditorium and down the steps towards your seats. As the two of you take your seats, you are yet to answered him. It's been almost a minute now, and the hope that you will say yes decreases by the second, creating this awkward tension in Hoseok´s mind.

He turns to let you know you can say no, and finds you, to his surprise, smiling brightly at him.

"Alright. Let's do something."

Hoseok doesn't answer, only smiles at you as mr. Santa starts his slide back up.

"Alright, friends!"

For once, Hoseok is able to focus without the other guys whispering between themselves during the lecture.

Once out in daylight, you continue to walk aimlessly, following the flow of your steps. Hoseok finds talking easy when he's with you, and he catches himself laughing at a story that you're telling, despite it not being all that funny.

Turning the corner, Hoseok suddenly recognizes the house in front of him. The memory flows back, bringing with it all the excitement he felt back in that moment.

"This!" he says excitedly. He walks over to the wall and you stay a couple of steps away as he speaks, watching him. "This is where I had my first dance performance in this town. Two years ago," he takes a stance in front of the wall, posing as he did before the dance started, "I stood like this, ready to give that one old lady on her way back from doing her shopping a real show." He does a part of the dance before stopping, sighing happily. "I guess you can't really call it a performance, we just decided to pick a random place and dance," he shrugs.

"Did you really just dance out here?"

"Yeah." He looks to you from his spot, still imagining what happened that day. "If you look up there, you can see the local elementary school. A lot of kids walked past on their way home, and some even joined us. It was a lot of fun."

"Did you collect some money, as well?"

"We have little to no expenses, so we don't actually need any money. Over the years people have hire us, but we mostly do passion projects."

You're smiling so warmly at him he thinks he might overheat.

"It seems like this means a lot."

He can feel the heat on his neck again. This time it spreads to his ears and cheeks as well, probably giving him a red hue. All words are gone, he can only focus on how he's feeling right now. How you make him feel: like his body is suddenly warmer; like his heart is beating a little steadier; like he should be dancing.

"I love it."

"What got you into dance?"

"I'm not sure. When I was younger, I tried everything, but dance and tennis were the only things that stuck. I probably kept at it because people were so positive to it. If my teachers had told me everything I was doing was wrong, I wouldn't have the connection to it that I do now. Dance became this safe space. I was so happy when my parents boasted to their friends about me, telling them about the medals I won. That feeling transferred, and one day I found myself enjoying dancing and doing tennis, even if I didn't win or get positive feedback."

"I suppose. It wouldn't bring you joy if people told you you're no good at it, or made fun of you for it. It validates you, makes you feel worth something when people thinks highly of you. Almost like you're not worth something if you have nothing to show." You shrug.

Hoseok has been to one family dinner of yours, and he can guess how you're feeling right now. He can imagine how you have internalized that thought pattern you just described, based only on how your family are treating you, and he can draw the conclusion from there.

He picks up his backpack and approaches you, considering what to say next. Considering if he should go there. "Do you feel like that?"

"Sometimes."

Hoseok waits, but you don't say anything else.

"It's not true, though. Even if I wasn't good at dancing or playing tennis, I would still be a good person. I would still be good son, a sturdy brother and a dedicated friend. I would still be me."

"What if I'm not even those things. I'm clearly a horrible daughter, my parents hates me. I'm not any better at being a sister, the way even my brother can't stand me," you tell him as the two of you fall into steps beside each other. "I'm even a shitty friend," you mutter.

"I'm sure it's got nothing to do with you, but sometimes people are just shitty for no reason. You're not a bad daughter and sister, it's them who are bad parents and and a brother. They should love you unconditionally, and definitely not treat you the way the way they do."

You shrug. "If it's not me, then why is it only me? Why don't they treat Seokjin the same way?"

Hoseok´s heart aches.

"I don´t know."

Silence.

"Sometimes I wish I could have one thing I was really great at, or something I was really passionate about. Maybe thing would be better."

"You should find it."

"What?"

"You passion. Not to impress anyone, but to have it for yourself. When it all comes to it, dance for me is a safe space I can go when I need it. You should have that, too."

"You make it sound so easy," you smile.

"Isn't it? You try something new until you find something you really enjoy."

"Maybe," you say.

"I´ll be your coach."

"Oh will you?" You ask, sounding more positive now. Hoseok nods. "What does this project entail, coach Jung?"

"Don't worry, you're in good hands. I'll take it slow." He winks, watching as you're once again affected by the innuendo. In attempt to avoid his gaze, your eyes roam the surroundings.

"Right there," you say, pointing to the bench in front of you as you walk towards it - away from Hoseok. "I remember I used to sit here with my friends. We bought ice creams in the summer and ate them here while gossiping. I heard some of the most shocking things out here, like that time Christina frenched a guy two years older than us, or like how Liam and Cole came out by making out in the cafeteria. And you can't forget that time I heard that Namjoon and his first girlfriend had finally had sex. They were the first ones in our year, so of course we interrogated her later." You laugh, taking a seat on the bench, patting it affectionately. "Right here."

Hoseok takes a seat next to you, turning to you as he speaks.

"I remember one time when my best friend ran all the way from school to my place just to tell me he had passed a note to a girl he liked. We gushed about it for like an hour, acting like it was the biggest deal ever. The teenage years were something else. I remember I was walking a girl I liked home one time - now promise me you won't laugh - but I tripped and dragged her down with me, right into a mud puddle. It looked like I had shat my pants."

Hoseok realizes he would tell every little embarrassing detail of his childhood if it could make laugh like this. If it could make you lean into his like this.

"I can't believe how big of a deal everything was back then. If anyone we knew had done something we had to know."

"Everything was so new. Things we didn't think was possible was happening to people we knew. To us! How could we not talk about it?"

There is a beat.

"I have a question."

"Is it a gossip bench kind of question?" Hoseok teases, surprised when you nod. "Oh, go ahead."

"Why doesn't Jimin want people to know?"

"That he occasionally likes to french," he raises his eyebrow teasingly at the term you used earlier, "men?" You nod, settling yourself back on the bench. Hoseok follows, relaxing against the bench with his arms propped up on the back of the bench. "I don't know. Maybe he's afraid of people treating him differently?"

"Hm," you hum, lost in thought now.

"He came out to his friend when he was younger. Didn't go so well, and now he holds the cards closer to his chest."

"What did they do?"

"I´m not familiar with the details, but from what I have gathered, she spread the word in the small town he lived in. Eventually, it came back to him. People didn't accept it and started avoiding his whole family. They ended up moving to my town. We became friends, but when I accidentally found out by walking in on him and his ex, he was really defensive, saying I would be an asshole if I told anyone, and that it's not his business to have an opinion, which it isn't. After a while, I managed to convince him that I didn't care, but he made med promise not to tell anyone."

"I hate that."

"So do I. And he does too. I wish I could tell him our friends would be alright with it, but some of them are real assholes who would probably turn it into a joke."

"Why do you even hang out with them?"

There is the big question. He can't actually answer it. Over time the friend group has evolved into what it is now, and Hoseok wishes he didn't have to hang out with all of them. But not hanging out with some of them means not hanging out with any of them, which isn't an alternative.

"Good question."

"You should find someone else to hang out with."

"It's fine, really. I can hang out with them at school, I just don't like them enough to be with them on my spare time."

"Is that why you sat with me today? To get away from them?"

"Yes," Hoseok says, looking at you. You're so open like this, looking at him with your emotions emanating from you: your eyes shine with happiness; you mouth turned up in a teasing smile. "Yes and no."

He wanted to hang out with you, which is why he sat down next to you. Because he likes you. It's as easy as that. Saying it in broad daylight isn't as easy, however, when he can be so easily turned down. So, he choses to say: "I have noticed you haven't been with Dea and what's his face most of this week, and wanted to know how you were doing." At them mention of Yoongi, you turn your head down. He waits for you to say something, and when you don't, he asks, "are you alright?"

"Yeah." None of you believe that. With a small shake of your shoulders, you put on a smile. "It's alright. Things will work out the way they're supposed to." You clearly don't want to talk about it.

"Should we get going?" Hoseok asks, wanting to lighten the mood.

Hoseok follows your lead, walking in comfortable silence for a few minutes. As you walk, your surroundings turn quickly from tall buildings and paved sidewalks, to houses and alleys, and then to trees and footpaths. After ten minutes of walking, you walk up to a river. Hoseok is about to walk along the stream but stops when he notices that you've stopped. You're staring at the river with a shiny eyes, your lips turned to a smile.

"Familiar spot?" he questions.

"Me and my friends used to hang out here all the time when I was younger. I got my first boyfriend right here, even had my first kiss against that tree. We used to to do everything here," you tell him, amused.

"Sounds like you were happy," he points out.

"Yeah. Until he broke up with me after six months. Right here," you point to the spot beneath you. After a couple of seconds you go on. "Also, me and my grandma used to come here. She was the one who showed me this place."

"Were you close? You and your grandma?"

"She would call med every night to say goodnight," you say. "And every weekend I would go over to her house and we would bake cookies. She was my favorite person," you smile to Hoseok.

"I bet. She sounds like a great woman," he comments. When you finally look up at meet his eyes with yours, he smiles. "I'm glad you had her growing up."

"And that boyfriend," you joke, to which Hoseok chuckles.

"And you stupid ass of a boyfriend," he agrees. "How was he to you?"

"He was alright to me, but he wasn't exactly great to my friends. Sadly that's the type of guys I'm attracted to," you shrug.

Can Hoseok be filed under that same category, he wonders. What was it about that guy that made you like him, and does Hoseok possess those same quality? He can't imagine ever doing something like that.

"And what are you attracted to, exactly?"

"Assholes?" you laugh.

"I´m not an asshole," Hoseok can't help himself, putting himself out there.

"I suppose not."

You're too quiet, and not saying much is a bad sign, at least when it comes to you. And he knows he has come on strong - maybe too strong. His words somehow feels different than the light atmosphere that has been worked up between the two of you. This could be a time to come right out and say how you're feeling towards him, but you don't take it. Maybe you're not ready to put the attraction into a definition, which is fine.

To avoid more awkward tension, he decides to speak again.

"Have you had many asshole boyfriends, then?"

There is pause where your eyes roam Hoseok´s face, looking for something; he doesn't know what, but smiles encouragingly anyway.

"A couple. After the fourth one I swore off guys, which is why I'm here, fake dating you instead of getting myself a real boyfriend."

His whole neck and face is flaming hot. He hasn't kept it a secret that he's attracted to you, - on the contrary - but he thought you wanted him too. You kissed him back. You even kissed him first. When he's been openly flirting and hoping to make it into something, you've been on the opposite side, not wanting to go there. At all. It's embarrassing how blind he's been, because a kiss doesn't mean anything. Falling asleep together doesn't mean anything more than that, and now his face is flaming red, calling him out on his own feelings when there shouldn't be any. It doesn't matter what he says after this, because your eyes are watching him, seing how much your words have affected him.

"I think I have been sending some mixed signals, so I want to be clear. I think it would be best if we're only friends. I got a little carried away this weekend, that's all."

There is no point in playing it cool now. "What's stopping you?" You don't answer him. "Do you think I'm an asshole, as well? Because I'm really not."

"All assholes says that," you tease, rolling your eyes.

Suddenly he realize something.

"Is it Yoongi?"

You shrug.

That's not a no.

"Do you have feelings for him?" You shake your head, a clear no. "Are you afraid of how he will react, or something?" You shake your head once again. "I'm enjoying spending time with you, and it seems like you're enjoying spending time with me, too."

"Can you stop pushing this?" you say, voice suddenly loud.

"Right." Hoseok is quiet for a second, wondering how to put what he's thinking into words. "All I'm wondering is what's stopping us, when we're both clearly attracted to each other."

You're staring directly at him now, eyes fiery. "I'm not attracted to you."

He knows that's not true, and can't help but laugh a little as he takes a step towards you. You can deny it with words, but he can read your body like an open book. Wanting to prove something, he moves closer to you. Closer and closer until he's flushed against you. His hand is resting against you back, trapping you against him. He doesn't need answers, but he wants them. Just like he doesn't need to feel your lips on his again, but he wants to.

"Really? So you don't feel anything if I do this?" he whispers, resting his hand on the back of your neck, putting pressure on it. "Or if I do this?" He leans in as if he's about to kiss you, and your eyes fall shut, welcoming him. He stops just as his lips are about to meet yours. You let out a deep breath when you realize he isn't going to kiss you.

"No." Your voice is weak and full of doubt, eyes still closed.

He moves the hand that is on your nape, to your cheek, caressing it carefully before moving his thumb to your lips. Those damned lips. He feels your arm as it moves around his waist, the other one clutching to his shirt. If this is you not being attracted to him, he needs to reevaluate everything he has learned in his life. "You're loving this just as much as I am," he says, putting pressure on your lips to part them.

"Hoseok," you breathe out.

"Yes, sweetie?"

At the pet name he feels you relax in his arms. Now, a want has turned to the need to kiss you. Before you answer him he moves forwards, capturing your lips with his. As soon as his lips meets your, it is as if a band has finally snapped. You press yourself closer to him, dragging, pushing, clawing at him - anything to get him closer to you. It's as if his own attraction reverberates in you and is being pushed back into him, filling him with tenfolds of the attraction he had.

You're getting lost in the kiss now, Hoseok setting a slow pace. He'll be damned if he wouldn't make this kiss last. Slowly, he starts to feel crazy. No matter what he does, it's as if he can't anchor his mind. He kisses you hard, then softly, quickly before turning it slower again. His finger that was on your lip is back at the nape, firmly pushing your face upward to him. All the longing he has felt finally has a place to go. If he was a better man he would have stepped away instead of pushing. Thank god he isn't a better man.

Then, after what feels like way too short of a time, he pulls back a little, only for you to follow after him, kissing him more. He chuckles as he parts fully from you, breathing a little heavier than normal. You're laughing too, leaning to him and hiding your face in his chest, cutely ashamed. Hoseok holds you completely now, both arms around your waist.

"Alright, so I'm attracted to you," you mutter.

"Not shit, Sherlock."

"Don´t push it," you laugh softly, shaking your head.

"Then what's the problem?"

"I'm just not looking for anything like that right now. I want to figure some things out first, which is why I want to stay friends. It's a door I don't want to open. Or, I want to, but I know I shouldn't," you say, looking up with a wicked grin. Hoseok looks at your pink lips, feeling that same pull and dips down once again, pecking your lips.

"Alright," he says, kissing you again and again, making you giggle.

Pushing him away, you force out, "I mean it," though your laughter.

"Can we be friends that occasionally make out?"

"Hoseok," you fake scold, your grin never leaving.

"Please," he whines.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Whatever the hell you want, that's kind of my point."

You're smile falters now, and you think you might be crazy because you're saying one thing, but do the opposite. For example right now, you said you don't want to go there, but still, you're grabbing Hoseok by the collar to kiss him passionately.

Hoseok smiles into the kiss, brushing your hair away from your face in an attempt to distract himself from the discomfort that is building. He usually isn't one for public display of affection like this, but you have in a state where he would let you do anything to him if you smiled at him the right way. The discomfort grows by the second, and he has to pull back.

"_____, as much as I'm enjoying this, we should stop."

"Yeah."

The two of you pull away from each other and catch your breaths for a couple of seconds. Hoseok tries his best to readjust without letting you see, and turns around in one final attempt. When he turns back, your fingers are brushing against your bright red lips. Meeting your eyes, that same smile comes to his face. His insides are finally calming down, and he can finally think, which gives room for the realization that he wants this so bad. He would probably agree to only hold hands if that's all you were willing to give. You, on the other hand, seem to be thinking like crazy. Your eyes go back and forth, not focusing on anything as you're lost in though. Hoseok wishes so badly he could read your thoughts, that way he would know what to do or say next. That way he wouldn't be standing here, awkwardly smiling, waiting for your judgement.

"Friends don't make out," you say, making it sound final.

And Hoseok doesn't get it. Then again, it's not his job to understand it, he just has to respect it.

He can feel it, the disappointment settling deep down in his stomach, but tries to smile and nod. He respects your decision, muttering an "ok," because of course it is. It's up to you. That doesn't mean the sour taste taking over him isn't prominent to the point that he can't smile anymore.

"Sorry."

"It's alright. Of course, it's up to you."

He realize that he has just been friend zoned, and he could probably cry if he wasn't with you. He wanted this with you, of course, and he wonders exactly when his feeling caught up to him. When did he catch these feeling, and when did they become strong enough to actually become sad to only be your friend. You turning him down is equivalent to saying you don't like him enough, which hurts him more than he would have thought.

Maybe his imagination got the best of him, he tells himself, putting on a smile.

"Should we call off the dinner with Dea and Jungkook tomorrow, then?" he asks. He thought the dinner was a good idea when he asked, but now he's unsure. A double date is probably something you don't want to go on now.

"Why?"

He wonders if you realize it's a double date, but can't get himself to ask. Instead, he shrugs. "Never mind. Let me walk you home so you can eat before your shift starts."

"That would be great. Thanks Hoseok."

"Any time."

"Just dont drag me down into a mud puddle," you tease, making both of you laugh.

The walk back is spent in awkward silence, both of you having too much going on in your minds. At the door, both of you say your goodbyes, and Hoseok watches you get inside, sighing, and then turning away. He knows exactly what he needs, and dials Jimin´s number.

Twenty minutes later he's on the rooftop, this time without you in his arms. Instead, he's sitting on the floor next to Jimin, Jungkook opposite to them. They're taking turns smoking up and passing it forward.

"Spill it, Jung." Jungkook lightly kicks Hoseok, his eyes watching him intently. Hoseok hasn't said anything, yet they always seem to know when something is bother him. This time, however, he feels like a fool and would rather not talk about it.

"What?"

"You called Jimin asking for this," he holds up the blunt, "which you never do. What happened?"

"Nothi-"

Jimin cuts him off. "It's that girl from last week, isn't it? _____?"

"Who? Sleeping beauty? What, she finally woke up and decided to run far, far away from you? Wise girl."

"She didn't." Hoseok pauses and lays down on his back. It's only Jimin and Jungkook, the two people he would trust his life with, maybe they can help him somehow. With a heavy sigh, he goes on. "Alright, yes, she friend zoned me. You know me, my feelings are fragile, and now I'm all sad and shit."

"Sorry." Jungkook says. Someone places their hand on Hoseok´s foot. "It's never a good feeling getting rejected."

"What happened? I thought she liked you, the way you were acting earlier."

"You can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you. _____ would kill me."

"Wouldn't be that be something," Jungkook sighs happily, only for Jimin to hit his arm.

"We won't say anything. Now, spill."

"We´re pretending to date in front of her parents. I know, stupid, but she asked me last week and I said yes. Then Friday happened, but she left before we did anything. We had already made plans for Saturday, and I went over to her place. Nothing really happened, I kissed her as I left. Sunday came and we had dinner with her parents, just as I promised I would, pretending to be her boyfriend. She wasn't feeling good after dinner and I took her to the movies before I drove her home. I wanted to make her feel better, I don't know… This time she kissed me as I dropped her off. Today she told me she wasn't interested in a relationship, and the whole thing is so stupid because we're so attracted to each other. It shouldn't bother me so much when we've only kissed a handful of times, but here we are, getting high and mending my hurt feelings."

"Are you sure it's not just your ego that's bruised?"

"You are a hopeless romantic, Hoseok. You take one look at a girl you find pretty and probably imagine your wedding. You have a crush, it's not a bad thing. But you also has to remember that some people want to protect their hearts and make sure you're in it for the right reasons. I, myself, find many people attractive, and there are many people I would make out with, but that doesn't mean I would risk getting my heart broken by anyone," Jimin says, his voice gentle. "Maybe give her some time and a little space to figure you out."

"What I'm not getting is when dating became such a big thing. Going out for a date doesn't mean we're getting married," Jungkook asks, extinguishing the blunt.

"Me neither. I know I'm a romantic fool, but I don't want to marry her. I want to take her out and get to know her. That's it. I'm not proposing."

"Are you listening to yourselves?" Jimin asks. "What about her? What does she want?"

"Nothing. She wants me, but not enough, apparently." Hoseok can hear his own voice, sour and spiteful.

"She doesn't owe you anything."

"I know that, but there is an attraction there and I don't understand why she won't run with it."

"She probably felt grateful and kissed you, then had a second to think and realized she doesn't want a relationship. Just respect it and let it go. Anyway, if she's pretending to date you she's probably not in the best place. I mean, she can't face her family alone. You're her buffer, which is putting her in a exposed position. Would you expose yourself even more if you were her situation? If you have just bared your soul for her, would you really be open for even more?"

Would he? He can understand that you're probably embarrassed after the dinner, he would definitely be. But he doesn't care, it's just your family, which you can't do anything with. It doesn't have anything to do with who you are as a person.

"I wouldn't care," Jungkook says after a couple of seconds of silence. "Sex is sex." He shrugs.

"Oh, and to think I had a crush on you," Jimin rolls his eyes.

"You did?" Jungkook asks, surprised. Jimin nods. "Best confident booster ever!"

"It's really not," Hoseok says. "He even tried to kiss me once. He has a crush on anyone who has a nice dick and two legs."

"Not true!" Jimin says, pointing his finger a Hoseok. "They don't have to have a nice dick."

Friday

Ever since the conversation with you yesterday, then the talk with Jimin and Jungkook, Hoseok´s head hasn't stopped churning. Today he spent thirty minutes in the shower, thinking. His head is actually starting to hurt. This is the first time since getting into bed last night, that his head isn't full of thoughts and uneasiness, replaced by a goal of finding you, Jungkook and Dea in the busy restaurant. Making his way through the arcade part of the venue, he spots you on the other side of the room. It's the first time he's seing you after yesterday, and his heart does a double beat. You're in the middle of a conversation, your face serious as you're listening to Dea. Hoseok is the last one to arrive. He forces all thoughts away as he approaches the three of you, smiling widely. He refuses to be a dick about the rejection, he knows that much. You've made your decision, and now he has to let it go.

"Jk," he says, clasping his hand on his friend´s shoulder in passing.

"Hobi."

Hoseok takes the seat next to you, nodding his head slightly in your direction, earning a very small smile. He knows he is overthinking, but knowing he is overthinking doesn't stop said overthinking. It doesn't stop the questions running in his mind. Does she feel as awkward as me. Does she feel weirded out by me looking at her. Now that we're just friends, do I have to act differently? What do I say now?

None of you know what to say after yesterday, making for a couple seconds of awkward tension as you stare at each other before Hoseok surrenders first, avoiding your gaze by turning to Dea.

"It's good to see you, Dea. How are you?"

"All good here," she says over the menu. "Hungry."

"Everyone, you have one minute to chose before she explodes," Jungkook jokes, pretending to be in pain when Dea hits his shoulder. "Ok, thirty seconds."

"You're so mean," Dea says, pouting.

"I thought you liked it when I'm mean." Jungkook winks.

You clear your throat, drawing everyone's attention. Hoseok sees how red your cheeks are getting by the attention. Then he notices how high your shoulders are, and how hard you're clutching your bag, clearly a little on edge. He wants to do something to calm you, but grabbing your hand doesn't feel very friendly to him. Neither does giving you a hug. So, in the end, he only sends you a smile.

"Should we go and order, Jung?"

The restaurant is one of the ´do it yourself´ types of restaurants, where you order and collect your food at the register. After hearing what you and Dea want to eat, the two men make their way through the restaurant. Hoseok and Jungkook order the food, and Hoseok is handed a puck shaped object which apparently will light up when the food is ready. They make smalltalk while waiting for their drinks to be made.

"This is so awkward," Jungkook says suddenly.

"Yeah, wonder why," Hoseok answers, voice bitter. He should be

"Can you try to relax a little? This is supposed to be a fun little date, you're making it weird."

"It's not a date," Hoseok mutters, spinning the chip between his fingers. "She doesn't want to date me, remember?"

"Try to relax, man. Enjoy yourself. Don't think too much, you're weird when you think too much, ok?"

The last drinks is being served, and before Hoseok can answer, Jungkook is turning around, a drink in each hand, and walking away.

Taking a deep breath, Hoseok picks up the remaining drinks and makes his way back to the table. Jungkook is right, he needs to relax. From now on, he won't think too much, he decides before walking back to the table as well. Handing you your drink, he makes a point of asking you if you've been here before, which you have. In fact, when you were younger you went almost every weekend.

While the four of you wait for the dinner, you talk about the the arcade and the games that are here. Dea proclaims she is going to beat Jungkook at the motorcycle game, which makes you all laugh. The conversation flows, and by the time the puck lights up, you're all perfectly relaxed. This time, you and Dea goes to get the food.

Even as you're devouring the food, silence never fully falls over the table. It seems that the four of you always have something to say, a comment to make or a joke to crack. Hoseok can't remember the last time he has felt so worry free.

You're all done eating when Dea stands up, saying "alright, I'll be right back." She disappears quickly behind the corner, an extra bounce in her step.

"Be right back," Jungkook says ten seconds after, grinning as he walks in the same direction as Dea.

"Well, good for them," you say awkwardly, laughing at the two of them and their bunny tendencies.

There is a second where you and Hoseok sit in silence, you taking a second to check you phone. Then, Hoseok turns to you, drawing your attention.

"You wanna go play some games?" he asks, nodding his head in the direction of the arcade.

"Yes, please."

The two of you gather your belongings and make your way over to the arcade, stopping by the first game, which turns out to be a basketball game.

"I suck at this," he admits.

"Great! Let's play," you tease, taking your place by the machine.

It turns out, Hoseok isn't just bad at the game, like he thought. He is absolutely horrendous. He makes one basket, by accident, while you're putting one ball after the other through the basket. The whole thing has him so mad, because how hard can it be? You're doing it, so why can't he manage to do it? This can´t be his own doing, someone has to be setting him up as a prank. By the time the timer runs out, his whole face is red, and not because he's embarrassed. The anger running in him is all-consuming, and it has to come out.

Hitting the machine as hard as he can, he says, probably loud enough for him to be embarrassed later, "You stupid piece of shit." He kicks the machine, needing it to feel the anger he is feeling. "Fucking machine."

He looks up when he feels most of the anger has seeped out, calm enough to take in your round eyes. You have your hand over your mouth. Now, his redness is due to embarrassment. You're watching him carefully, your hand covering a smile.

"Sorry!" he apologizes quickly. Anger is never a good look. "I might be a little bit of a sore loser."

Much to Hoseok´s surprise, you erupt with laughter. He watches as you gasp for air, your laugh bouncing off the walls for everyone to hear. Your laugh is enough to extinguish the last of Hoseok´s anger. In it's place comes joy. He laughs with you, not because he is embarrassed or because he finds this funny, but because your laughter is infectious. In attempt to stay upright, you lean against him, using his arm to support yourself. The two of you are still laughing together when Dea and Jungkook approach, smiling at the sight of you. They are clearly amused at the two of you, both of them chuckling as well. Or maybe it's their rendezvous that has them happy.

"Ah, I needed that laugh. How do you always make me laugh?" you ask as you dry your tears.

"You're just bullying me," Hoseok grins.

"Hey, I am not! If you could see yourself, you would probably be laughing ten times as hard." Hoseok pouts. "It was funny. Cute, even." There is a slight pause where your eyes goes wide and you raise your eyebrows. "Do you think they would give me the CCTV if I asked nicely?"

"I wanna see it, too! Should we go straight back and ask, _____?" Jungkook teases, trying his best to keep a straight face. He fails.

"Can you not edge her on?" Hoseok turns Jungkook, pretending to be helpless. "She is already merciless."

"I think you brought this on to yourself, man. I told you we shouldn't go here, but you insisted. ´It'll be fun,` you said. ´I'll impress her by showing her how good I am at those games,` you said."

Hoseok wishes looks could kill, because, yes, he did say those things, but he also said it in a joking way, and he didn't want you to know you ever said anything like that. It's one thing that he thought he could be decent at those games, but it's something else, completely that he wanted to show that to you. That he wanted to impress you. He said that about a week ago, and now you're just friends…

You approach them, and Hoseok manages to fix his stare just as you stand beside him.

"Stop lying," Dea says, interfering. "You were the one wanting to come here. I remember you said, and I quote, I'll show you what a real alpha looks like, end quote."

"I didn't say that?" Jungkook says.

"You didn't, but it wasn't that far off."

"Anyway," you cut in. "I think it's time for Dea to show you all her motorcycle skills."

"Yes!" Dea almost jumps at the suggestion, grabbing Jungkook´s hand and dragging him with her. "I think this is the one game I can actually beat you in," she says happily, everyone following her.

"I hope she can beat him," Hoseok whispers to you as you walk over to the machine.

"Just you wait. She's deadly on that thing."

The two of you take your stance beside the machine meanwhile Jungkook and Dea take their seats on the bikes, already bickering over who is the best. They take a while deciding on their settings, but after they hit ready, the screen goes black. Then, a countdown starts. The fight isn't exactly fair; Jungkook tries to push Dea off the bike multiple times, but in the end, Dea crosses the finish line a couple of second before Jungkook.

Hoseok is extatic, just having gotten a video of Jungkook cheating in a game, but still managing to lose. He sends the video in the group-chat immediately, showing you the responses as Dea is trying to lighten up a pouting Jungkook.

The next hour is more or less the same. The four of you competing in different games. You all win some, and you all lose some, making a great vibe. That is, until Jungkook suddenly demands a rematch, wanting to redeem himself in the motorcycle game. You and Hoseok decide to grab something to drink at the bar instead of watching yet another intense match against the very competitive couple.

Making your way over, the two of you settle down by the bar.

"I have an idea. If you let me order something for you, you can order something for me."

"Sounds fun!" You take a look at what they offer, trying to find the sweetest drink you can for Hoseok.

You order the drinks, and take the first sip, you both giggle, enjoying the foreign tastes.

"This is very good!"

"If you think this is good, you should come with me at a bar down town called shots and giggles. Jimin brought me the first time I went, but they have the best drinks, I swear."

"Do you take all your friends to gay bars, then?" you laugh, taking another sip of the drink.

"Only the ones I'm interested in."

Hoseok doesn't even realize what he has said until five seconds later. He said it jokingly, but you both know there is some truth to it. He wishes the floor could soak him right up.

The silence that follows is painful. He can feel it all down in his bones, and it's the way you´re fidgeting with your glass and turning back and forth in the chair. He has made you uncomfortable.

A high pitched noise bring his attention to your phone. You pick it up and read the message.

"Sorry," you say quickly, standing up. "It's Yoongi. Something happened and he needs me," you place your phone back in your bag and turn away. Not once did you make eye contact with him. "Sorry to just leave like this, but I'll see you later."

And you're gone. Just like that, with a bad excuse.

#jung hoseok #Hoseok fanfic #Hoseok ff #Jung Hoseok fanfic #Jung Hoseok ff #JHS ff #Min Yoongi #Min Yoongi fanfic #Yoongi ff #Min Yoongi ff #Suga ff #Suga fanfic #Hobi ff #Hobi fanfic #Yoongi bestfriend

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kpopmalereader · 5 years

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finish ; choi junhong

• summary: superhero au • pairing: superhero!choi junhong x male!reader • word count: 778 • to do

“Hello~”

You halt quickly, clutching a USB in your hand. “Yes?”

The person- monster currently terrorizing your surrounding city and making your boyfriend’s and many others lives hell jumps down in front of you. “Mr. L/N. Long-time, no see… Whatcha got there?”

“Something from work.” You attempt to pocket it, playing it cool.

He grabs your wrist, pushing with so much power you feel like the bones in your wrist might crumble. “You’re not a very good liar Mr. L/N… and it’s not a good idea to lie to me.”

“You’re going to ruin the world… you don’t have to do that. There are other ways to get your revenge-”

He cuts you off, fuming at your attempt to pacify him. “No. If I’m not happy, nobody deserves to be happy. And do you know who the first to get his happiness taken away will be?”

“He’ll stop you, even if I’m not around anymore.”

“But while he’s grieving over you, I’ll finish what I need to get done.” He drops the USB on the ground and stomps on it, completely destroying it. “And he can’t save everyone else without that information… and let’s be honest, he’s not the brightest.”

You try not to show him any emotion but the thought of him bringing this world to the point of no return makes your stomach turn. He drags you along and you desperately want Junhong to work on saving the world and not care about you.

But, knowing Junhong as well as you do, you know he’ll want to save everyone starting with you.

You’re sat down on a chair in the middle of a large room and the villain across from you starts pacing, watching the many cameras and screens in front, waiting for your heroic boyfriend to show up. You lean back, coming to terms with the inevitable. Whether or not he shows up, you’re well aware you’re not going to leave the room this time.

“Bingo!” The man ahead of you gives a wicked smile and points a handgun at you. “I’ll let your last words be to him.”

Junhong hears two shots echo through the hallways and time slows. Desperately running through the building, his heart rate picks up and his thoughts become jumbled.

He bursts through a door, not seeing the one behind this, but does notice your hunched body and a pool of blood. You’re coughing and attempting to get up off the ground as he moves over to you.

“Love, love.” He repeats and rips his mask off, looking your body over.

“Junhong…” You try to put his mask back on him but he pushes your hands away. “Junhong, you need to go.”

He shakes his head and rips a part of his suit, pressing it on your wounds. “We have to get you help.”

“You have to go save the world.” You correct, smiling through the pain.

“This is all my fault.” Junhong chokes back a sob and can do nothing but stare at your body. “I promised I would protect you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You reach into your pocket and pull out a spare USB drive. “I kind of had a hunch something might happen to the first one… and that you wouldn’t be able to figure out how to stop this.”

“You’re so smart…” He mumbles, a constant stream of tears running down both your faces. “I can’t do this without you.”

“And the world can’t go on without you.” You lean up and kiss him gently, groaning.

He sniffs and grips your shirt. “We have to get you out of here.”

“Junhong…” You smile.

“No! No!” He shakes his head, staring into your eyes. “You’re not allowed to say goodbye! Don’t die on me!”

You hand him the mask and kiss him one more time, breathing slowing steadily. “I love you. Go save the world, Mr. Superhero. You’ll do great.”

“I love you too.” His voice cracks and breaks. “Thank you, I love you.”

You close your eyes and squeeze his hand twice, going still in his arms. Junhong sobs openly, gripping your hand in one and the USB in his other.

“You’re smarter than I’ll ever be,” Junhong states, looking down at the blood everywhere.

Your blood. And he knows who did it.

He puts his mask back on, aware of the blood on his face and hands and the rips in his suit. He steadies himself against the door before pushing through it, radioing in for an ambulance.

“Someone’s in the base, near my signal.” He physically can’t look back at you, digging his fingernails into his palms. “I have to finish this.”

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yehet-me-up · 5 years

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Hell or High Water

Pairing: Zelo/Junhong x reader (female)

Genre: Smut, pirates!AU, because I wanted to write some and then you sent this in and I was like ‘okay, yes, perfect’ 😂 😂

Rating: (M) - language and explicit sex

Word Count: 1,723

Request: Oh mrs. Suho!!! Can I request "First I blame you, then I want you" / angst/smut (that just screams angst lol) / b.a.p Zelo? My soulmate no.1 needs attention after I've been crushing on my coworker lol Here you are Mrs. Choi ;) I hope you enjoy!

The ship rocks on the high seas. Not harshly enough to do damage, but violent enough that you’re forced to hold onto the wall to stay upright.

Through the wide back window of the Captain’s cabin you watch as lightning streaks the sky. It looks like the end of the world, and with what’s coming for you it feels like it.

A man opens the door and ducks inside, shaking water off his shoulders and hair. The buttons on his long black coat glimmer in the candlelight. He meets your gaze with passion and heat warring in his eyes.

You fist your free hand in the folds of your skirt. ‘Well?’

He shakes his head, pulling at his jacket. ‘The storm might delay them, but they will be upon us by tomorrow afternoon.’

Dismay lances through you and you reach for him reflexively. ‘So soon?’

With a sad smile he walks to you and pulls you into his arms. You sink against him, wrapping your arms around his waist and savoring the way he always smells of salt and the sea. In the weeks you’ve been on his ship he’s become your world and you swear to yourself that tonight won’t be the last night you get to spend with him.

‘I have to go back.’ The words are quiet, muffled against his shirt.

He presses a kiss to your head, rubbing down your back to trace your hips as though memorizing your outline. ‘I don’t want you to.’

You sigh, knuckles turning white as you grasp his shirt and think of all that waits for you back home. ‘I know. If there were any other way to keep you safe… But they’ll think I’m a hostage. If I don’t meet them, they’ll attack the ship. They’ll take what’s most precious to me.’

He pulls back to regard you, emotions running across his face like a wave. ‘I’ll get you back. However I can. This won’t be the last of us,’ he says intently, brushing your hair behind your ear.

Tears form at the corners of your eyes and you blink them away. ‘I’ll find you again my love, come hell or high water.’

His expression softens and he reaches out for one of the bottles of amber liquid on the side table. He uncorks it and takes a big drink. When he holds it out to you there’s a wildness in his eyes.

‘Once more. For old times’ sake?’

‘Yes, please.’ You brush the tears with the backs of your hands with a laugh. ‘Let’s not think of them tonight. Let’s pretend like we have all the time in the world.’

He nods, arm tightening at your waist. When he bends down to capture your lips you can taste the burn of alcohol on his tongue. Perfect. For if you have to return to Bristol and don the guise of a nobleman’s daughter once again you want to be drunk on him. You want to keep the taste and the smell and the feel of him locked away inside your memory until you can be with him again.

You pull back and grasp the bottom of the bottle, putting it to your lips and tilting, swallowing a mouthful. It burns all the way down your throat, stoking a fire in your gut that’s been raging since day your boat was overtaken by his crew.

He sets down the bottle with a thud and roughly lifts you into his arms, depositing you onto the side table with a groan. He finds the soft skin where your jaw meets your neck and tastes it with his tongue. He’s not gentle as he explores you; he never is. He takes all you have to give and more, exposing parts of your heart and soul that you hadn’t known existed.

With him all you want is more, you want to rip apart everything of the person you used to be and remake yourself as the person you’ve come to be on this ship and at his side.

‘From the first time I laid eyes on you, I wanted you,’ he breathes against you, kneading the flesh of your hips with firm hands. ‘I blamed you for days for ruining my concentration.’

You laugh and reach for his jacket, desperately pushing it off his shoulders. ‘And now?’

He shrugs out of the fabric and cups your face in his hands, pressing a hot, insistent kiss against your mouth. ‘Now all I do is want you.’

His hands slide under your dress and up your thighs, rough and strong, trailing heat and desire in their wake. You moan and press closer to him, desperate to have your fill of him tonight.

‘And what of me? Did you think it was my intent to fall in love with a pirate?’ you tease, unbuttoning his shirt.

‘A proper girl like you?’ he counters with a chuckle.

His hands stroke the tops of your stockings, heading upward. When his palms find your core he meets no resistance, only your center that already aches to have him inside you.

He pulls back with heat in his eyes. ‘Or maybe not so proper.’

You laugh and lean into his hand, capturing his lips with yours. ‘You’ve made me wild, like you.’

You tug his lower lip between your teeth and he groans deep in his chest. With one hand he gently strokes the sensitive flesh at the meeting of your thighs and you whine against him. Always he builds the fire inside you until you’re consumed with need. Only then will he take you the way you want him to.

‘Perhaps you’ve made me tame in response,’ he says with amusement.

The last button comes free and he helps you pull the shirt off, revealing his toned chest and abdomen. Arousal floods you as you remember all the times over the past month you’ve gotten to taste them. A red mark on his collar holds the fading outline of your teeth.

But tonight you’re far too impatient.

He reaches for his trousers and shoves them to his ankles, freeing his length and making you bite your lip in anticipation. He holds your gaze, running his nails down the inside of your thighs, possessiveness in his every breath.

If only you’d known that men could be like this - raw and passionate and deliciously rough - you would have taken to the seas years ago.

‘No. I think you’ve only become more untamed since you rescued me,’ you say with a laugh. The sound turns keening as he spreads your legs wider and sinks a finger into your drenched folds.

‘Are you ready for me then, love?’ he asks, leaning forward and licking along the seam of your lips.

‘Always.’

You kiss him as if it was your last night on earth, desperate and full of promises. As he works the digit against you heat blooms in your core. You can sense his need as strongly as your own, it radiates off him as strongly as the scent of the ocean. With sure and capable hands you take his length and begin stroking, feeling him buck into your palms.

‘Take me. Now,’ you command against his jaw.

He grunts in agreement and removes his hand from you. Before you can miss the delicious friction he pulls you forward by your thighs and positions himself at your entrance.

In one fluid motion he grasps your hips and sheaths himself inside you. He fills you so fully and completely you want to scream. After a moment he begins to move, rocking into you steady and deep. You reach for his hair, tangling in the damp strands and holding his face to yours.

‘I want you to come so many times for me tonight that you forget that anyone else ever touched you,’ he says, resting his forehead against yours.

‘There’s no one but you.’

As your release builds this is the only thing you know for certain; there is nothing in the world aside from the two of you. Nothing else that matters.

He holds you so close your every breath pushes your breasts against his hard chest, protecting you from seeing anything but him. You know soon he will rid you of this dress. Soon he will take your nipple into his mouth and tease them with his tongue. Soon you will be as naked as him and feel him everywhere.

Before the night is over he will have you on his bed on your back, your thighs spread around his hips. He will have you with your face in one of the many silk-covered pillows, gasping and pleading to come as he fucks you from behind.

He will have you over and over tonight, but for now he pulls you against him with rough motions until your eyes want to roll from sheer pleasure.

‘Come for me, darling,’ he commands with a grunt, speeding up his thrusts.

He watches you intently, breath coming in pants. You nod and cling to him as your orgasm rolls over you, consumes you like a squall in the deep ocean consumes anything in its path.

He doesn’t slow, drawing every inch of pleasure from you and riding out your release.

Finally you still, sucking in air as though you were drowning. Instead of sating you, this first orgasm only makes you desperate for more.

Thinking of the long nights ahead of you without him, you suddenly need him everywhere. You pull him down to capture his lips, kissing him with everything you have.

When you wake in his bed hours later the dawn is teasing the horizon, scattering reds and golds along the water. For long minutes you let yourself admire his sleeping form. The graceful curve of his lips, parted in slumber. The mess of his hair. The way you fit perfectly in the curve of his body, safe in his arms.

One day you’ll be together for good. You pray to the goddess of the ocean, hoping her will is as strong and untamable as yours has become. In silence you slip from his arms and dress. With a final lingering kiss to his forehead you turn and stride through the door.

If this fate is to be yours you have a long way to go.

#DRABBLEPALOOZA #zelo x reader #b.a.p zelo #zelo fanfic #b.a.p. x reader #b.a.p. fanfic #b.a.p. au #choi junhong #b.a.p junhong

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iwritekpopthings · 5 years

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Howler

Characters: You, Choi Junhong Genre/ Warnings: Werewolf!AU, romance Word Count: 3814

A chill went through you as you walked home one night. The wind blew and fallen leaves scattered across the pavement in front of you. The full harvest moon was out in all its glory, shining with enough light to let you see the path beneath your feet. You had decided to take the shortcut through the forest home and now you were regretting that choice. It wasn’t even much of a forest, you could get through it in 5 minutes, 10 tops.

In the distance a wolf howled and you froze. Wolves had been getting more brave recently; they came out of the forest and all the way to some people’s backyards. You paused at the entrance to the forest. You could still go back. The moonlight didn’t reach through the canopy so well here.

You shook your head. No, you were a capable adult and it was only a short walk. The wolves were probably out in the larger part of the forest to the west; nothing to concern yourself about. With that helping your resolve, you took a deep breath and entered the grove of trees. The flashlight on your phone helped illuminate your path and you were able to see relatively well. The wind blew through the trees and you shivered, pulling your coat around you tighter.

Suddenly the air was still. The abrupt change in air pressure startled you and you tripped, dropping your phone in the process. You were able to recover without falling all the way to the ground, but the same could not be said for the phone. A crack ran across the screen as well as across the camera lens and flashlight. The light was now dimmed to an almost-pointless brightness. You knelt down to pick it up with a sigh and turned the phone through your hands.

Rustling came abruptly from your left and you froze, your eyes wide. A low growl was heard and you knew you were done for. You looked out of the corner of your eyes and could see a huge paw right next to you. You felt it’s breath on your back. It’s whole presence loomed over you.

“It’s late. You shouldn’t be out this late, human.” You could hear a gentle but stern voice in your head and you jumped, falling back onto your butt. You looked up and shook slightly as the massive wolf looked down at you with electric blue eyes. A small gold hoop adorned his nose and glimmered in the light. You couldn’t see much else, but it was enough. This was no ordinary wolf.

“Um, I’m sorry. I’ll leave right away..” You scooted backwards, away from the giant form.

He tilted his head to the side. “You don’t have to be that scared of me, come on. I’m not gonna eat your or something.” Was that an amused look in his eyes? You were too scared to tell. However, as if to prove his point, the werewolf lay down, settling on his stomach and watching you, his head at your level now.

You took a few breaths to calm yourself as you looked him over. “You’re.. A werewolf, right? Or am I imagining this?”

He let out a little sneeze/ snicker before looking at you with definite amusement. “No, I’m a vampire. Of course I’m a werewolf! What else would I be?”

“A regular wolf?”

“Nah, no fun.”

“Oh. Okay then.” You began to stand up and he stood with you. “I’m gonna go. Sorry for coming in here and I’ll never do it again.”

“Don’t do that. That’s no fun, either.” He frowned and pawed at the ground a bit. “I’m the guardian for this part of the forest. My brothers are looking after the other areas. I’m all alone, there’s no one to play with meeee.” He whined and gave you the saddest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen and you laughed.

“Oh no, that’s horrible! What are you going to do about it? Why not play with the other animals?” You grinned, already anticipating his answer.

He gave you a flat, deadpan look. “No fun.”

You nodded and laughed. “I’ll think about it, okay?” You picked up your phone, not believing that you were actually talking to a real werewolf right now.

He huffed, but gave you a nod. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the other side. Just to make sure you’re safe.” He began to lead the way before you even knew what was happening. “Human, come on! Slow poke!”

“I’m coming, sorry.” You jogged to catch up with him. He really was massive. His shoulder was a little higher than your head. His paws crunched lightly through the dirt and you could hear the occasional swish of his tail. “How long have you been out here?” You felt like some kind of conversation would be less awkward than the silence right now.

“Hmm.. maybe 2 weeks? It’s hard to keep track of the days when I’m in this form all the time.”

“Whoa.. So that’s why the howls have been increasing? I can hear wolves almost every night from my bedroom.”

“Yes, my presence unfortunately riles up the local wolves. Occasionally the howls are mine, though. Sending signals to my brothers and whatnot.” He paused as the two of you came to the exit of your path.

You turned to look at him and were stunned into silence. His eyes practically sparkled in the moonlight. His two-toned fur was illuminated to show a yellowish color on top and darker underlayers. It shone and was ruffled slightly as the wind came through again.

He tilted his head to the side. “You okay?”

“Huh? Um, yeah. I’m.. I’ll be fine.” You looked away and tried to collect yourself. “I’ve gotta go. Thank you for not eating me.” You grinned playfully at him.

“There’s always next time.” His words made you lose your smile real quick. Then he let out his light snort of a laugh. “I’m teasing. I don’t eat people. But there will be a next time, right?”

You bit your lip lightly, not sure if that was a good idea. “We’ll see, Mr..?”

“You can just call me Junhong.” He bowed his head slightly.

“Thank you, Junhong.” You smiled and gave him your name as well.

“I like that name, but calling you ‘human’ is so much more fun. So I might do both.” He laughed again while you rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Good night, Junhong.”

“Good night, __.”

***

The next time, you came prepared with a little flashlight in your bag. You entered the forest a little apprehensively, aware that there was still some dangerous animals in the forest. You took out your flashlight and went in anyway.

You had only been there for a minute when there was the feeling of a large presence behind you. You whirled around and looked back, only to find the path empty. You shivered and turned around and kept walking. The bushes moved on your left and you froze. When you looked, there was nothing there. You were starting to get a bit nervous. There was something out there.

When you turned your attention back to the path in front of you, you gave a small squeak of surprise. The large werewolf was back, blocking your path.

“Hey! I've been waiting for you!” He bowed down, his wagging tail in the air as his head lowered and he moved into a playful stance.

“Junhong, you startled me.” You couldn't help but smile a little at him when he tilted his head to the side a bit.

“Sorry. I was just having fun. You're here to play with me, right?” He seemed to smile, his bright blue eyes watching you.

“Maybe…” You picked up a large branch as an idea came to you. You showed him the stick before throwing it away into the brush. Junhong sprang into action, going to fetch the stick for you. He pranced back, his head high with the branch in his mouth.

“I don't usually fetch.” He dropped the stick at your feet and nudged your hand with his giant nose. “But I'll do it for you.”

You grinned and picked it up again. “Let's play then.” You threw the branch and he dashed off to go get it.

You threw it countless times until your arms were too tired to throw it anymore. You sat down on the path to rest and Junhong came to join you. He lay down next to you and a thought occurred to you. You looked over at him, admiring his fur. “Hey, can I.. pet you?”

The giant snickered a little. “Go for it. Sounds like fun.”

Tentatively, you reached out. His shoulder was closest and as your hand made contact with him you smiled. “You're so soft!” You pet down from his shoulder, to his back and then his front legs. The texture was like fluffy silk, smooth and soft. You reached up behind his ear and sighed. It was even softer there.

Junhong let you pet him for a while, amused by your fascination with his fur. This was the first time a human had touched him while he was in this form and it wasn't unpleasant. He leaned into your hand, trying to get you to scratch harder. “Oh, that's a good spot, i like that spot.”

You laughed but obliged him, scratching the area around his ears. The two of you began to talk about yourselves and you found it easy to confide in him. He had been a werewolf for a while, but his pack had only recently come here. He wanted to keep the forest safe, so he patrolled around at night.

“What do you do during the day?”

“Sleep, mostly.”

“As a werewolf?”

He rolled his eyes at you playfully. “Sometimes. Usually I change back and go home.”

“Can I see your human form?”

“Unfortunately no. My brothers don't want humans to know we even exist. If they knew we were friends-”

“We're friends?? Awww” You leaned in and hugged him by wrapping one arm around his shoulders and the other around his neck. You buried your face in his fur to hide that you were actually ecstatic to be considered a friend so quickly.

He wiggled a little, not used to so much human contact. “Of course. You played with me. That's all I need. I'm a simple werewolf.”

You laughed and pulled back. “I think we're going to be great friends.”

***

The next time you were a little tipsy. After a party at your friend's house, you left to go find Junhong.

As you came to the forest entrance you tried to sober up; which you did, a little bit. You walked in, no longer worried about the rustling brush around you.

“Whoa, why do you smell like that?”

“Junhonggie!” You turned around to find him standing next to you. Everything about his body language showed confusion. “I came from my friend's house. I came to tell you a thing.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Oh?”

“I came to tell you a secret.” You moved in and hugged him, trying to whisper in his ear.

“Maybe you should hold onto that secret until you're sober.” He advised. When you shook your head, he rolled his eyes and bent down a bit so you could talk to his ears.

“The secret is.. Are you ready? The secret is..” You smiled. “I like you. I like like you. Like, a lot.”

Junhong snickered a little. “You're just saying that because of the alcohol.”

You shook your head. “No, I love talking to you, I love being with you. You make me feel safe.” You curled your fingers into his fur, hugging him tighter. Then you leaned up even further and kissed his cheek, his whiskers tickling you slightly.

“Human.. I'm a werewolf. You're supposed to fear me, not love me.” He let out a low warning rumble from his chest and you pulled away.

You stepped back completely and folded your arms over your chest. “I think I know danger when I see it.” He rolled his eyes. “Besides, you're not scary and I love you, so I can't fear you.” You smiled at him whole he shook his head. You were sure that your logic was solid.

“__, you're making dangerous choices.”

“I live on the edge.”

At this he snickered, giving up on dissuading you. “I guess I should just give in, huh?” He bent down, pressing his forehead to yours.

You laughed and nodded, bringing your hands up to hold the sides of his face. “Yep.” You were sobered up by now and you were becoming fully aware of what was happening.

He booped your nose with his. “I like you, too.” You smiled, your face heating up. “I think we can talk about this when you're completely coherent next time.”

“No fun.” You pouted and he let out a barking laugh.

He nudged you. “Come on, human. Time for bed.” You sighed but followed along. You looked over at him and reached out, placing your hand on his shoulder as you walked. He glanced at you with a shyly amused look.

At the edge of the forest you let go of him and stood back. “Thanks for walking with me. I'll see you tomorrow.” You hugged him and this time he bent his head down onto your shoulder to hug you back. The two of you stayed like that for several moments before you pulled away.

“Sleep well, __.” He booped his nose on yours again and you smiled.

“You, too.”

***

For the rest of the week, you would spend your nights in the forest. Junhong was usually waiting for you, tail wagging upon sighting you. He loved playing and talking to you and you felt the same way. It was easy, effortless.

On the night of the new moon, you really had to use your flashlight. The stars were out and bright, but the moon was nowhere to be found. As you entered the forest, a chill went through you and you froze. Something was different.

“Junhong?” You called out tentatively as you continued down the path. Bushes rustled on your right and you raised your voice a bit more. “Junhong? This isn't funny…”

You aimed your flashlight at the bushes and nearly dropped it. Two real wolves were there. Their eyes flashed in your light, teeth gleaming. You backed up only to freeze again as you heard a growl behind you. It wasn't the growl you had come to know. You were surrounded.

You turned and walked backwards, deeper into the forest. The wolves followed, getting uncomfortably close. One lunged forward and grabbed your leg, it's powerful jaws coming together just enough to make you lose your balance. You let out a scream as you fell flat on your back. The wolves followed, one landing on top of you. You tried to push it away, but you were quickly overpowered.

Then the weight was gone as the wolf was knocked off of you by a massive force. You gasped for air.

“Are you hurt?” His tone was angry.

“I'm fine.” You looked around, only really able to see a minimal amount of activity since your flashlight had fallen to the side. The wolves were still there, watching the werewolf apprehensively.

“Stay here.” Junhong left your side, lunging at the wolves with his jaws wide and ready to attack. He knocked them all back and the group tumbled through the brush.

You scrambled to your flashlight, grabbing it up quickly. You stood up, aiming the beam in the direction of yelps and snapping jaws. They were too far away for you to see, but you knew better than to go after them right now. Instead, you waited until it was silent once again.

“Junhong..?” You took a few steps forward.

“I'm.. I'm here.” You saw him slowly emerge from the darkness and your eyes went wide. There was a giant gash on his shoulder. “During the new moon, my energy levels are low… I'm sorry I took so long. Are you sure you're okay?” He looked at you with worry and pain.

“Forget about me, Junhong, your shoulder!” You went to him, looking at the wound more closely. With a groan, the werewolf collapsed to the ground.

“You have to leave. I can't stay in this form much longer.”

You glared at him, holding eye contact fiercely. “Like hell I'll leave. I don't care, I'm staying with you.”

The weakness took over and his eyes fluttered closed, his head dropping to the ground as he lost consciousness. After a moment his body shuddered and began to shrink. Fur and muscle disappeared, leaving a tall bare man face down on the ground. He groaned but otherwise made no movement.

“Junhong, we have to get you help. I need you to stand up..” You touched his back, feeling his warm skin for the first time. His shoulder was bleeding still and his breathing was ragged.

“No hospitals…” You could barely hear him, but his voice resonated with you.

“Alright, we'll go to my house. Come on.” You lifted his good arm and put it around your shoulders. It was an arduous process, but you were somehow able to get him up. You set off toward the path with him barely conscious beside you.

***

Thankfully, your house wasn't too far away from the forest. You made it home and got Junhong to the couch just in time for your strength to give out. You sat there for a minute, looking at the face of the person you had come to love. It was strong, yet childish at the same time. His two toned hair was a little longer than you imagined it would be. You reached out and touched it, finding it just as soft as the werewolf's fur. His little nose ring caught your eye and you smiled.

Then you snapped back to the present, realizing there was a naked man on your couch. You quickly grabbed a blanket and threw it over him, careful not to touch his shoulder.

You left him there for a moment to go get your first aid kit, some towels, and clean water. You took off your jacket, unsurprised to find claw marks and rips in the material. When you returned, his eyes were still closed and you sighed. “I hope you don't wake up and attack me.” You mumbled as you got to work. You cleaned up the wound as best you could, applied a healing cream, and bandaged it up as neatly as possible.

You sat back on your heels and admired him again as you let your adrenaline leave your body. Dizziness and exhaustion hit like a ton of bricks and it was all you could do to wrap a blanket around yourself before you fell forward. You were passed out before your head even landed on the edge of the couch cushion.

***

Junhong slowly opened his eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. He looked around, slowly becoming aware that someone was near him. He saw your hair and immediately felt safe. He remembered the events of last night and reached out with one hand to touch your head.

“Hey..” He called your name out softly, his voice thick with sleep.

You stirred and woke up rather quickly in your uncomfortable position. You looked up and into Junhong's eyes, getting lost in their depth. You reached out and touched his cheek, feeling the smooth skin beneath your fingertips. “You're awake.. Good morning.”

He grinned. “Good morning to you, too.” He reached up and grabbed your hand, holding it in his against his cheek. “Thank you for last night. You saved my butt.”

You could feel a blush heat up your face. “Of course, what else was I to do when you saved me so heroically? I can't just let the man I love die of blood loss.” You looked away, not intending to say such things out loud.

He smiled and leaned in. He closed his eyes and touched his nose to yours. “Still, thank you. I love you.” He closed the rest of the distance and pressed his lips to yours. You eyes fell closed as you kissed him back. His hand moved to your cheek, stroking it slowly. When he finally moved away, you felt rather breathless. You looked at him to see that he was still very close to your face. He nuzzled his nose against your cheek and you laughed. He was too cute.

“Do you want some food? Or clothes?” You asked, pulling back to look at him properly.

“I dunno, do you think I need clothes~?” He winked and you felt your face heat up again.

“You at least need some pants.” You mumbled, letting your gaze travel down is uncovered torso. He let out his little laugh and you pushed his chest lightly. “I'll be back. Stay.” You had to get up slowly since your body had been stuck in that position for so long. Your joints cracked and you sighed. You gave him a stern look before leaving to go find any bottoms that would fit him.

***

You came back with some basketball shorts and a couple cups of instant ramen. “I know you're probably hungrier, but at least start off with this.” You set the cups on the floor along with chopsticks before tossing him the shorts. “I'll let you get changed.” You left quickly before he could call you back.

“You can come back in.” Junhong called out a few minutes later. You walked in while eating your own ramen. He was standing up and the shorts fit well enough. He watched you approach with an odd look in his eyes. “I.. Can I hug you?” You blushed but nodded, walking into his open arms. His warm skin was soft and felt so real. His arms around you made you feel more safe than you had ever felt before. You trusted that he would save you from anything. It was the same for him; having someone hold him like this was a new experience, but now he didn't ever want it to end. “I've dreamt about this.” He said quietly in your ear.

You shivered slightly and pulled back to kiss his cheek. “Really?” He nodded, kissing your cheek in return.

“Since we met, it's been all I wanted. But I thought it would never happen; we're from two very different worlds.” He pulled back to look in your eyes.

You pecked him on the lips. “What you are is not that important to me. You could turn into a capybara and I wouldn't care. I love who you are.”

Your reassurance was all he needed.

★☆★☆★☆

#baplibrary #Choi Junhong #choi junhong x you #gender neutral mc #b.a.p #I thought I had uploaded this but I guess not?#b.a.p zelo #zelo x reader #Werewolf!AU #Slight fluff

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sunshinechii-scenarios · 6 years

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Broken Arms and Broken Hearts

I know I said I would stop writing such sad stories but I actually started writing this long ago (when JunHong had first hurt his arm) so I just had to finish it >.< Either way, I hope you enjoy!! -Sunni

✿ B.A.P’s Zelo x Female!Reader ✿ Angst/Sad ✿ 1.2k words ✿ Not requested✿ Written by Sunni

JunHong P.O.V

“If you don’t want to see me anymore, can’t you just say it?”

JunHong had meant to push you. But maybe not this far. He only wanted you to see things from his point of view. But the hurt in your voice made him feel like a coward. He was a coward. He couldn’t even answer you.

Your lips were full and your hair had begun to frizz in the humidity. You looked resigned. JunHong could tell that your patience had run out. There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm or playful sassiness in your voice like there almost always was. Yet here he was, still just staring at you. JunHong wondered to himself how it had come to this. He wondered where he had screwed everything up.

“Can you at least answer me?” you said, your voice stronger this time. JunHong made eye contact for just a second. You were tearing up. JunHong looked away, rubbed his hand over his face. This wasn’t good. What was he going to do if you actually started crying?

~flashback~

“Thanks, Y/N,” JunHong said, beaming up at you from his hospital bed. You smiled back down at him and rung your hand behind your neck.

“Just get better soon,” you replied. Then you turned to YongGuk and told him you were just going to use the bathroom.

YongGuk sighed as soon as you left. “What’s wrong, hyung?”

“JunHong, she’s been sitting outside all night. She hasn’t left. Not even to use the bathroom.”

JunHong’s brow furrowed. He picked up his phone and checked the text messages between the two of you. He’d told you he landed himself in the hospital for a stupid reason and explained. He thought nothing of it when you asked what hospital. You hadn’t said a word about visiting him.

“What do you mean, hyung? She never told me she was coming.”

YoungGuk walked over to the hospital bed and sat down in the chair just adjacent to JunHong’s bed. “She asked me what room..JunHong, you’ve been in the dark for too long. It’s time to stop dragging her heart along. She’s in love with you, JunHong.”

JunHong felt his fingertips go numb. There was no way. This was nothing more than a friendship. JunHong’s mind flashed back to all the times he caught you staring or when you would bake him something extra special when he was down. He was an idiot. Why hadn’t he realized this sooner? JunHong looked at YongGuk with pleading eyes. “Hyung, help.”

YongGuk patted JunHong’s good arm. “I can’t, JunHong, you have to take care of this yourself.” He began to get up and JunHong sighed. YongGuk turned one last time by the door. “Do you love her?”

JunHong shook his head.

~end of flashback~

JunHong’s voice cracked as he pleaded with you. “Please don’t cry, Y/N. I don’t want this to ruin us..” JunHong was about to continue when you raised your hand.

“There is no ‘us’, JunHong, and there never was. I understand that now,” your voice broke and heavy, wet tears began to stream down your face. You turned and began to walk away. “It’s okay, don’t worry about me,” you choked out between sobs. JunHong’s body moved before his brain could even process what exactly he was doing.

Your P.O.V

You never would have thought that this is how your heart would finally shatter. When you first began to fall for JunHong, you prepared yourself for every kind of heartbreak possible. It was now extremely evident that you certainly hadn’t covered every possibility. Who would have thought you would be the one turning away from JunHong?

What killed you the most was that you hadn’t gotten to look into his eyes one last time. You hadn’t gotten one last bit of JunHong to last you a lifetime.

JunHong’s strong hand was grabbing yours and turning you around. Then both of his hands gripped your shoulders. “You don’t understand, Y/N.”

“Well are you going to explain why you just said it’s too complicated to hang out with me? Why I’m suddenly just too distracting despite us being friends for years now?” You couldn’t tell if your cheeks were hot from the sudden anger overcoming you or from holding back your tears. JunHong’s eyes were somehow full of panic.

“I can’t, Y/N. I can’t be your friend because I couldn’t bare to hurt someone that I care for this much. You have no idea,” JunHong’s voice broke and his eyes began to glisten. You wiped at your own tears to see him more clearly. “You have no idea,” he repeated, “how much I value your friendship. But I can’t continue with the thought that you aren’t living your life to its fullest. You deserve a better life, Y/N.” A single tear fell from JunHong’s left eye.

You had never seen JunHong cry. At least not in real life and surely not because of you. The sight was so shocking, your hand trailed up to JunHong’s cheek. Another tear fell on your finger and you stared at him, baffled.

This went on for only seconds more before JunHong shook your shoulders. “Do you understand what I’m trying to say, Y/N?” You were hearing his words but all you could feel, for some insane reason, was numb. Nothing hurt because you somehow couldn’t feel anything at all.

You removed your hand from JunHong’s cheek. When your eyes met, neither of you looked away. “You’re crying, JunHong. Don’t cry,” you whispered.

JunHong’s brow furrowed. “W-what? That’s not..,”

“Don’t cry.”

JunHong removed your hand from his cheek and wiped his own tears away. He looked into your eyes, causing you to become more conscious of how much of a mess you must look like. But his eyes were soft and gentle. You were reminded of the fact that you could never stay angry with JunHong.

Perhaps you had been too obvious with your feelings and JunHong had finally become fed up with your infatuation. Maybe JunHong had found a girlfriend and she saw you as a threat. There was always the possibility of someone else telling JunHong about your feelings for him. Either way, your heart needed to accept the fact that this was never meant to be in the first place. This crazy lucky friendship you’d begun so long ago couldn’t have possibly continued for much longer.

Despite the pain in your heart, your judgement could not be clouded. Reason and reality never truly disappeared. You knew deep down that you would have to let go of JunHong. You just didn’t think it would be like this. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“It’s better this way. I need you to believe that. I won’t let myself hurt you.”

You placed your hand on top of JunHong’s which remained on your shoulder. You slid it off and squeezed his warm hand. “I know,” you whispered. You took one last look into those lovely, endless eyes of his. The eyes you’d fallen for so long ago.

The night was warm but you still felt cold as you turned away from JunHong without even a last goodbye. You could let go. You had to. But you couldn’t bear to say goodbye.

I recently went to B.A.P’s concert and I gave JunHong a wooden rose with a little note on it. He accepted it with a “Thank you so much,” and the brightest smile I have ever seen in my entire life. I will never be as in love with someone as I am with him. HIS CONTRACT IS NOW ENDED AND I AM SO SHOOK (extremely happy for him but extremely devastated that the love of my life in no longer with his members and that the future of B.A.P is not guaranteed) Please comfort my crazed mind.. -Sunni

#zelo #b.a.p #bap #junhong #b.a.p scenarios #zelo scenarios #bap scenarios #zelo x you #zelo x reader #b.a.p x you #b.a.p x reader #sunni

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bapdaydreams · 6 years

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Junhong: Cold

007: “I’m cold. Come closer.”

012: “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

This one is for @junhong-ah Hope you like it

It is cold as you walk home alone. It had been a long day and now all you wanted was to go back home. It had been a long day of hard work and honestly, you thought nothing would make your day better. Especially when the weather was freezing.

You pull your coat closer to you to try and warm yourself but to no avail. You sigh into your scarf.

You then feel someone tap your shoulder. You turn around and see Junhong. He gives you a goofy smile and you manage to smile back at him.

“Wanna walk together?” he asks and you nod. He walks by your side and you feel a little better with him beside you.

You two manage to talk about small things like your days and what you did. He made you forget how bad of a day you actually had. The way he smiled at you made your heart skip a beat and you couldn’t help but steal glances at his hand wishing he was holding yours.

“I’m cold. Come closer”.

“Huh?”

He laughs and takes your hand as if he has been reading your mind.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You look at him in surprise and he just smiles at you.

“I know it’s not the place or time to confess but I have been wondering for the longest time, if you would ever consider going on a date with me...”, he trails off as he uses his other hand to scratch the back of his neck.

“I would be happy to Junhong”

#b.a.p #baplibrary #zelo #zelo x you #zelo x reader #junhong beong naughty #choi junhong #junhong x reader #junhong x you #zelo scenarios #zelo imagines

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fictivewriters · 7 years

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control || zelo (m)

Pairing: Zelo/Reader Genre: Smut AU: Sub!Zelo Warnings: dirty talk, dom/sub themes, restraining, zelo is basically a power-bottom Word Count: 672

Request: “OMGGGG SUB ZELO PLEASE ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

Summary: Zelo decides to give up his control.

Junhong’s body trembled on the bed, a light sheen of sweat coating his body as he panted. Usually he would never let you have this kind of control over him, but you finally had the courage to sit him down and tell him your fantasy. At first, he had been apprehensive, a little unsure of what to expect through all of it.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You whispered, hovering over his face, not unlike the way he would do for you.

You watched a relaxed smile slip onto his face even though you knew he was uncomfortable with his cock leaking against his stomach. He wanted you to touch him so bad, to make him cum all over himself. His cheeks flushed a beautiful pink color at the thoughts that swamped his head.

“Yeah, baby, I’m okay with this-fuck-just please hurry up,” He whined, jerking his hips up into the air, desperate for friction on his cock and growing impatient with your constant teasing.

“Call me Mistress,” You whispered, ghosting your fingers along his member, which twitched beneath the feather-light touch.

Your cheeks felt warm at your own words, unsure if your boyfriend would be willing to take this that far. However, he didn’t disappoint when he whispered the title in such a way that sent heat soaring through your body. You felt powerful, taking control from him like this, it was exhilarating.

Finally, unable to take all the teasing anymore, you stood from the bed, ignoring Junhong’s needy whines as he thought you were leaving him like this; tied to the bed with his cock impossibly hard. Instead, you discarded the only articles of clothing you wore; a matching set of powder blue bra and panties.

You crawled onto the bed again, this time straddling him. Looking down at your beautiful boyfriend, you felt your mouth water. He looked even more fucked out that he did a few moments ago, a deep blush settling across his face and down his chest. His tattoo beautifully on display, the way he trembled when your fingertips ghosted over the ink. His cock was flushed deep red, the head almost purple and a small puddle of precum had drooled out of his cock.

You couldn’t believe how wet this had gotten you, you were positively leaking all over him. He didn’t seem to mind as he attempted to grind into your heat, which he failed to since you were just out of his reach.

“Fuck, ____,” He growls, tone laced with warning. “If you don’t get on with it I will never let you dom me again!”

Pouting at him taking away all your fun, you wrap your hand around his cock, positioning yourself at his tip before slowly sliding down. The stretch, as always, was deliciously satisfying as his size filled you up in no way any other man possibly could. Usually, you’d feel his hands around your hips to guide your pace but seeing as he currently had silk black ties binding his wrists, it was up to you. But being restrained didn’t stop the dirty words he usually spewed from coming out of his mouth.

“So fucking tight, baby,” He growled, grinding his hips up to make his cock brush you g-spot, making you cry out. “Your juicy little cunt is making such a mess for me, Mistress,” He purrs.

Unable to take it, you begin to increase your pace, bouncing on his cock desperately. He lets out moans, always the vocal one, praising you and telling you what to do. Despite it being you supposed to be in control, you know that he’s always the one who’s really in charge. As much as you so eagerly want to dominate him, he’s never going to be able to give up like that, and you’ll never be able to have him beneath you with no power but his words.

“Fuck, shut up!” You cried, stopping all movement, making him whine helplessly. “I’m in charge here, Junhong!”

Junhong chuckled softly, “Whatever you say…Mistress.”

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blizzardfluffykpop · 7 years

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(Zelo) Jun-Hong X Reader

Summary:You know all my life I never thought it end up how it has, and I’m content with that.

One-shot

Mentions of depression

Prompt: 32. “If I could grant one Christmas wish, what would it be?” “I wish you would dare me.”

Choi Jun-hong the name still rings in my head. The guy I had dated for years, dumped me. It’s like I can never escape, as I listen to the new song by B.A.P when I find out the guy rapping to the song is Zelo, his real name being Choi Jun-hong. And I realize how much I miss him, we dated all of our high school years.

He had dumped for the reason, believing that we were in immature love, that it would never last in the real world. That there was probably more to life than me. I was devastated for months, and I just forced myself to get over him. I’m still numb, now I can’t even listen to my favorite band that just comes onto my google play music, because I know he’s in it. You know how shitty it is the one thing that made you happy after years of being depressed. But no it seems life doesn’t like the idea of my joy.

The only thing I can really be grateful of is this tattoo job. Nothing could to deter me from that, at least that is what I thought. I’m working on a tattoo for this girl it was an intricate flower with music notes flowing out and then being swallowed by a piece of paper. I thought it was beautiful, it was saying she was the beauty that was broadcasting her voice, having it heard, and writing it down as she goes.

When I hear the one voice I hadn’t heard often other than hearing him rap or sing. Not that I really counted it, because it always sounded so different. It sounded like our conversations that would last forever. You have to be kidding me, I knew he always wanted a tattoo, but couldn’t he have gone to any other shop.

I finish it up as he starts going over the details and my friend says, “I’ll set you up with (Y/n). She’ll be happy to do this tattoo she’s really one for art. You can see her latest work if the girl allows you.”

I see him stalk over to me and my canvas as I would put it says sure, to him. And he says, “Wow that’s so amazing it speaks paragraphs about you.” She thanks him sweetly and goes over to, Lillian, my friend, the one who co-owns the store with me.

He looks up to meet my eyes finally and he says, “Wow. I never thought I’d see you again. You look good, (Y/n).”

“Save it, Jun-hung.” I say with so much venom I’d be a poisonous snake draining my own venom freely into a witches brew.

“Feisty as ever.”

“What do you want tattoo, so I can get this done and over and never have to see you again.” He rolls his eyes at me and says, “‘Relation in time’, you know that master piece right? I was going to get it because it used to be our favorite master piece. I was getting it because-”

“I don’t want to hear your life story, remember? I’m to immature to understand it.” He scoffs at me, and I ask him where he wants it. I tell him to sit on the chair and move to the next to room to work in piece. Not wanting to be near him for more than I needed. I’m sick of it. Lillian comes bounding over to me in the room and she says, “Remember today is Christmas wish day and I still haven’t heard you ask someone there wish. And he’s going to be your last customer so times a wasting.”

“Fuck off, will you?” I grumble and she rolls her eyes, “What can’t handle a hot guy once in your life?”

“You don’t understand, if I were to tell you, you’d kick him out. We need this money to pay for rent for this shop.” She rolls her eyes and goes back to her new customer that she gotten a few minutes ago, she lets me work in this back room, while she does it in front of customers. I finally finish it up, sigh as I grumble about this, we both wanted to do this once we grew our hair out longer. Mine was already at a reasonable length at that time he need to grow his out, seems he never did. I cut mine anyways, so doesn’t even matter.

I show him the piece and he says, “It looks amazing!” I give him the slight sign of a smile. I sterilize his stomach so he won’t get any infections while I do the tattoo before, placing the paper on him and pulling it off so the adhesive purple stayed behind.

I grab my black ink put it into the gun and put my purple gloves on. And start my tedious work. It wasn’t as hard as it could be, being as it was only one color, unlike my canvas who had so many different petal colors it wasn’t even funny.

While switching out the ink since I had a different model, I ask him, “Lillian started this thing where in December we ask our customers a different thing, it has to be at least to one. And woo-hoo guess who one that because it slipped out of my mind with the last customer. And yours is taking the rest of my shift. If I could grant you one Christmas wish what would it be?” I say with the most disinterested voice I could pull off and he replies, “Are you sure you want my answer?”

“I’m only do this because I was asked, its up to you to answer.”

“I wish you would date me… Again”

“Why, would you ask that if I was so immature, and you had so many possible choices???”

“Because I realized how wrong I was when I left you.”

“And it took you that long to realize that? I was left in an absolute depressive series, it’s like season nine now. And it’s been 4 years, you couldn’t have found me sooner. When you knew where I was the whole time, until you suddenly blocked me for no reason?”

“I’m sorry okay… I really am.”

“Yeah that really helps to know you’re sorry. Thanks a lot, and if you would like to know something, it was just a question. So I don’t have to grant your wish.”

“Please… Please, I’d hate to beg and you know I do. But I can’t find anyone like you, who makes me feel the things you do. Just one date, is all I ask for. If you decide to leave in the middle of the date, you can. Just this once.”

“You should be glad you’re receiving a second chance from me. I’m only giving you once, you fuck it up. You will never be allowed to enter here ever again, even with good paying money. Understand?”

He nods his head obediently and I go back to finish his tattoo finally. When I finish I place medicine on it so it heals nicely, and I leave a kiss right above it. I’ll let you in on something I did that because of how much I missed him, and that kiss meant so much to me. I place the tape and wrap on it so it heals nicely. I let Lillian explain the healing process to him.

I was sitting there shell shocked that he asked me to be with him on a date. I told Lillian and she said she was surprised that I said yes. Especially to the inconsiderate bastard, she likes to call him.

I sigh as I get ready for our date, he came into tell Lillian his phone number since I wasn’t there. I was getting groceries since it was my day off after all. He texts me he’s on his way over to pick me up. I should have told him to let me drive there by myself but I really do not like being alone by myself at night in a car.

I hear the door knock and I open the door after slipping on my jacket and my shoes, I open the door. To reveal the guy I had been crazy about for years, standing in front of me again. Like our first date all over again, just without my parents. It was surreal.

He gets in the car after opening and closing the door for me. And he starts up the car and he takes me to a place I hadn’t been since we broke up. I put boundaries on every place we ever touched and refused to go in them. It was our first date when he got a car, the place every guy wants to take every girl for as a date. The drive-in, the drive-in that displays the moves as you sit in a car and can order if you like. (I know they can’t drive till 20 but, I live in Ohio the age is 16).

I watch as he pays for the movie and he pulls in 3rd row, like every time we went. Oh my god I want to puke, my anxiousness is filling me. He looks over at me and it was like that date all over again. We were sixteen again, giddy sophomores, happy to be by ourselves. But except we were nervous it was like our first date mixed with this one.

And without much difficulty we are talking like we never broke up. He grabs my hand and lightly squeezes it, and I realize how much I miss his truck with the bench seat that you could slide next to the driver and cuddle. No, this is quite different, it’s like there is a wall keeping us from each other. A console in the middle of us, and I move on top of it not carrying anymore, I missed his touch, I missed his hugs, his voice, his nuzzles. And not that I really care about it, but the way he matched me in bed so well unlike the hundreds of one night stands, and a boyfriend that last a month couldn’t match. The rough but tender, fast but deep, soft but it felt like you were being split in two, sex. I missed it so bad. But I missed more over the top was him. Everything, and when he leaned forward and kissed me, I was in a state of shock and it was like our relationship never really did end. And we were back to square 541 I suppose and no longer at square -427.

And we watch the movie with comfort of popcorn, luckily it was snowing so the drive-in was open until it started up again. And we watched the sappy rom-com happen and just watch it spiral. And it made sense it was something we had always done together, and now here we are again doing it all over. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

When he brought me back to my house, and he left me with a deep kiss on my porch, and walked back out and I yelled, “Tomorrow, coffee?” Knowing he’d know where to be, our coffee shop. The one with the art work forever displayed on the walls, that will forever be on his stomach as well. Now I could listen to B.A.P. without wanting to cry because of how much I miss Jun-hong. How could you miss someone you already have? Well I mean… Not the point I’m making. And first time since we had broken up and now we are together again, I feel complete. And I still have that depression lingering in the back of my mind, but it seemed that boi didn’t matter as much to me as Jun-hong did and does.

#mentions of depression #zelo #jun-hong #b.a.p #b.a.p zelo #kpop x reader #x reader #christmas #fluff #angst #is this what you kids call angst?#a good amount of angst #nice amount of fluff #why am i so angsty?#15th day of 37 days of christmas #day 15 of 37 days of christmas #zelo x reader

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jae-bummer · 7 years

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Migraine (Soulmate AU)

Request: Could you do #'s 16 and 12 with Zelo from B.A.P? Thank you! 💕

12) Soulmate AU: when you sleep you see the world through you bias’s eyes 16) A party with your bias group ends with a game of seven minutes in heaven

Member: B.A.P’s Zelo x Y/N

Type: fluff

You rotated your fingers over the top of your temples and sighed, leaning your forehead against the wall. It felt as if someone had driven a nail directly into the middle of your hair line, and were really terrible at navigating the claw of the hammer to pull it out.

“What a wild partier,” your best friend, Han chuckled, leaning along the wall beside you.

“Bludgeon me, please,” you grumbled, not even bothering to open your eyes. “It has to be better than this circle of Hell I’ve landed in.”

“Strong words,” he chuckled. “Now I know you’re generally a recluse, but could there be a legitimate issue plaguing you this evening?”

“I don’t care for the sarcasm,” you groaned. “I have a migraine.”

“You’ve been nursing one for like three days,” he sighed. “It still isn’t gone?”

“No, I just prefer to keep my forehead glued to walls at parties,” you spat. “Don’t ask useless questions.”

“I’m going to say the attitude is coming from the headache,” Han hummed. “And oversee the tone.”

“I don’t give a shi-” you began, but were cut off by a hot, searing pain across your eyebrow.

“I’m not going to say that was the universe intervening, but it’s awfully good timing,” your friend chuckled, placing a light hand on your shoulder. “I’ll tell you what. Instead of just leaving like I knew you were about to ask if you could do, why don’t you try laying in my bed for a bit? It might help to close your eyes somewhere more quiet.”

“Gee, I hadn’t thought of that, thanks,” you hissed.

“If you don’t want to accept my olive branch,” he began. You heard him push his body from the wall and begin to walk away.

“Okay, lead me to the inner dwellings,” you mumbled.

You felt Han’s hand find your wrist as he tugged you along, your eyes still shut tight from the light.

“I just want to mention how bad this looks,” he whispered. “Dragging a girl to my bedroom who refuses to navigate herself...at a party.”

“Don’t worry,” you muttered. “No one would believe that you could land a hot piece of ass like this anyway.”

“On second thought, you can leave the party now,” he spat, pushing you lightly forward and into his bedroom. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll tell all promiscuous couples to steer clear of my bed.”

“You’re a saint,” you hummed, stumbling forward and collapsing onto the mattress. You slithered across the sheets, letting your face plop into a cool pillow, and sighed. It had been a rough few months.

Well...a rough few years, really.

You thought of the past week and how little sleep you were getting...or how little sleep you were allowing yourself. You knew it was the direct source of why you were having these migraines, but couldn’t stop yourself. The world you had pushed away for so long was stepping eerily closer to you every time you closed your eyes, and you couldn’t handle the pressure. There was no running from what was spawning in your own head.

It had all started when you were seventeen (a late bloomer according to your mother). You had heard whispers of the idea of soulmates and how in modern society, your psyches had adapted to find your chosen person more easily. Your person hadn’t shown up until you were thoroughly convinced that your person didn’t exist.

Your friends had begun having the visions around the eighth grade. Han, in particular, had been seeing the world from his soulmate’s eyes, every night when he slept, since he was twelve.

And he still didn’t have the gumption to actually meet her. But that was a separate thought for another day.

Every night, when tucking yourself in, you closed your eyes expectantly. That night would be the night you saw him or her, no longer having to worry if you were destined to be alone forever. But night after night, you continued your thorough and undisturbed sleep, still noting the blackness behind your lids instead of the world of vivid colors your friends had promised.

You were in high school when it finally happened. You had all but given up on the situation at that point, chalking yourself up as a defect in the system of evolution. You slid into your bed, pulling your comforter around your ears and sticking your face into your pillow. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep that night, but it sure did take you some time to wake up. As soon as you had lost consciousness, your sight was transferred to someone else. You saw images of subway systems and street signs, the language completely foreign to you. You gazed at long legs in the mirror and disheveled hair days, never quite able to focus on the face that belonged to the person you were staring out from. You were there the day he got his first tattoo and when he got his nose pierced. You slowly learned he was a he, a Korean he at that, and you began picking up the language, able to study it for hours a day in your dreams.

In all of the years since then, neither of you had attempted to make contact. You both quietly lived your lives, not leaving behind secret messages or chatroom I.D’s. You hadn’t really came across a trace of each other in all of the days spent, but knew the rudimentary information. Names, hometowns, favorite foods, and professions. You were completely enticed by the idea of your soul mate being a musician, and felt rather lackluster as you continued your studies. He was living a real dream when he was awake. Who were you to lead him away from that?

Up until a month ago, things continued this way. That was until you saw your soul mate purchase an airplane ticket. One headed straight for you.

You were unsure if he had intentions of meeting, or completely different plans, but the simple thought of it made your heart skip a beat. In the time since then, you had caught an hour of sleep here and there, never enough to truly know what he was up to.

But it was all beginning to catch up.

You yawned loudly as you snuggled into Han’s blankets, much more comfortable than you would like to admit. You felt your lids begin to grow heavy as you struggled against the feeling, knowing you would be plunged into a reality you weren’t a part of...at least not yet.

In mere moments, it was as if you had awoken in a different body, staring out at life around you. You instantly grew confused as you gazed out of these familiar eyes, looking around at the exact party you had just stepped away from.

You felt yourself questioning everything as you watched your soul mate take in the party, staring happily at the faces of his group members and over to Han’s face, smiling as he mixed drinks at the counter. Your soul mate took a long swig from a glass bottle and immediately winced. He didn’t have much of a taste for beer in your country.

You sprung awake, not able to handle the strange situation any longer. You looked over to the angrily illuminated numerals on Han’s alarm clock, noting you had only been asleep for about half an hour, but it was already too much.

Your eyes adjusted to the darkened room again as you stumbled out of bed, feeling your way to the door. Upon finding the knob, you tugged it open, groaning as you were once again basked in bright light. Your headache had eased from earlier, but still lingered at the base of your skull.

“Y/N!” Han gasped. “Just the person I wanted to see!”

“I’d love to stay and chat,” you hummed, standing on your tiptoes to look around him. “But I have to find-”

“You have to find no one,” he nodded with a drunken smile. “As you slept, we came to notice there was an inordinate discrepancy between males and females at this party. Some Korean guys showed up from another party down the hall and we were explaining seven minutes in heaven to them and they wanted to get their...what did you call him?”

“Maknae!” a deep voice called out, winking at you. You made eye contact with the familiar face of Yongguk, the leader of the group of musicians your soul mate belonged to.

Your heart began to race as you looked around at the group of men around him. You had always heard when you set eyes on your soul mate, you would know. You couldn’t be told how, but your heart and your mind would immediately become in tune and things would make sense. You felt your breathing begin to quicken as your eyes jumped frantically across the room. There was Youngjae...and Himchan...Daehyun and Jongup...but where...?

“He’s already waiting for you in the closet,” Han nodded. “You’ve been nominated as his first American girl.”

“Han, I-” you began to protest, uncertain of how to approach the situation.

“Look,” he slurred. “I know you have a soulmate and everything, and when he sees this, he’s probably gunna be a little bit of pissed. Just tell him to blame me, kay? Then tell him to come to the damn country because you’ve been waiting long enough, amiright?”

“Han, I really-” you continued, but to no avail, you were already being shoved into the closet.

“Aish,” a gravely voice rumbled. You flopped forward, your hands falling on the chest of a very tall and very warm body. He continued in quiet Korean. “Y/N is going to kill me...”

You looked up slowly, your eyes wide as you remained in place. You couldn’t peel your hands from his his shirt as your sight had to once again adjust to the darkness. It didn’t take long as the man’s skin seemed to glow in the shadows, sparkling with an effect you had never seen before.

His brows lifted as he looked down at you as well, experiencing something similar to what was happening in your mind. “Y/N,” he hummed. “It’s me...Junhong? Zelo?”

“You’re here,” you tried in your best attempt at Korean. He immediately grinned, his hands hovering over your your body, uncertain of what he should do with them.

“Took me long enough, right?” he chuckled. “Is this what seven minutes of heaven means? You go into a closet and come out in heaven because you’ve finally met your soulmate?”

You felt your face grow hot as he focused on you intently, not so much waiting for an answer, but analyzing the face he had gone so long without being able to see. He looked at you curiously, with the focus of a child who had just found his favorite new toy. You grinned as you returned the attention, noting his square jaw, small nose, and completely...kissable...lips.

“Normally,” you continued slowly. “Seven minutes in heaven means you kiss someone...in a closet...for seven minutes.”

“Oh,” he gasped, clasping his hands behind his back. If the closet were lit, you were certain you would see a blush begin to creep across his cheeks. “I mean...uh...I guess we could do that? But like...only if you wanted to.”

“We have been waiting...years,” you chuckled with a small nod. He was incredible to look at. Your eyes just couldn’t get enough. You didn’t know if you’d be able to kiss him if it meant having to close them.

“Okay,” he said softly, placing his large hands gently on your waist for the first time. Electricity seemed to pump from his body and into yours, and vice versa, the longer the two of you touched. His movements were nervous, filled with all of the anxiety that had led to this moment.

You stood on your tip toes as he leaned down, your faces centimeters from meeting one another.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself just before your lips collided.

Your migraine was finally gone.

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