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blazewatergem · 1 year
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Well
That was a gut punch
I’m ok but woah. Shook up I guess? I don’t know how to say this imma try in tags.
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jungshookz · 5 years
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baby, you can drive my car |(mechanic!yoongi)
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→ pairing: min yoongi x reader 
→ genre: mechanic!au, spoiltbrat!y/n (++ inexperienced y/n as hiGHLy requested hehe), 6 greasy bois, a taste of richboy!jin, a vintage mercedes benz named beeper, usual dose of crackheadiness, touch of angst, sprinkle of fluff, and bts (big time smut) ((i love recycling this joke don’t come for me)) (((thigh-riding)))
→ trigger warning: there is a brief mention of blood so tread lightly if you feel queaSy about that! 
→ wordcount: 24.6k magic in the air 
→ summary: welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?
→ note: ooh BOY this took me a while! i’m sorry it took me so long to publish this but i hope this bad boy (i’m talking about the fic itself anD mechanic!yoongi) makes up for it! mechanic!yoongi has been in the works for a while... thank you to every single one of you who contributed each of your own lil ideas and helped to create the chArming tattoo-sleeve man we all fuLLY fell in love with. seriously y’all i could not have done this without you!! i ain’t gon lie i was going to post this on the day of the comeback but i think i needed a day to just.,.,, SCREAM and listen to the album.,.,,.  (and also i was still editing it yikes) ((and also what do u guys think of the new albUM hELLO)) so here it is twO days after the comeback!!!!!!! i hope i gave you sufficient time to recover from the new album but if not oH well what can ya do!!! also i’m really friCkin nervous for some reason but nonetheless enjoy the ride! ( 灬♥ 3 ♥灬)
pst if u wanna talk to y/n or yoongi u know what to do ;-)
(gif isn’t mine!)
(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))
you know what
you could totally get used to this being an adult thing
you finally get to live in your own place
you finally get to eat whatever the heck you wanna eat
and most importantly
you finally get a car
yes, you’ll admit, you’re a little behind with the whole car thing
most of your friends already got their licenses befoRe becoming adults but so what if you were a little slow!!! you were just living life as a teenager!!!! there was no rush
let’s not beat around the bush here
you are: a spoilt brat
like unbelievably so
when you were younger all you’d have to do is point at something and your parents would immediately be like ….aight
now that you’re older it’s kinda the same except they’ve just given you a bunch of credit cards so now you don’t have to ask anyone you can just go out and get it yourself
but this car
this sweet sweet car that belongs to you
(to be moRe specific it’s a 1962 mercedes benz baby blue convertible that you’ve affectionately named beeper)
((you knoW that shit be fancy when it’s from the dang 60s))
this is the first BIG purchase you’ve made and you’re feeling pretty proud of yourself anD you’re feeling extra adult-y  
anyways you’re heading back to your penthouse now because it’s been a busy day!!
you had class in the morning and then you went and got your nails done to reward yourself for going to class (a manicure anD a pedicure because why would you not do your toes if you’re doing your fingers that just wouldn’t be fair to your toes) and then you went and got a venti coffee frappucino from starbucks
you reach over and adjust the front mirror a bit and take a second to admire your brand new YSL heart-shaped sunglasses (they’re SO cute n u have them in three different colours)
you’re already thinking about what you want for dinner
maybe you can order some sushi or something
you could go for a dynamite roll or something
maybe some gyoza dumplings too
oOh you should also get some seaweed salad because that-
prrt prruT prrt prRRrRRRRRrr
oh my god
no way
“oh my god, no way.” your heart drops to your stomach when beeper starts sputtering and coughing and slowing d o w n
oh god
oh god oh god oh god
okay
it’s fine
it’s fine don’t worry about it
thankfully beeper stopped riGht as the light turned red so you have some time to try and get him up and running again
okay
what can you do
what does this button do
click
oH okay those are the windshield wipers and you don’t need those
you twist a knob and curse to yourself when the radio turns on
ok what about thiS knob
“chRist-“ cold air starts blasting riGht into your face and you turn the knob back down
you step down on the gas pedal and nothing happens
what do you do whAT do you DO
you probably have like 20 seconds left before the light turns green and you have to get going
ooooOOOoOh you don’t want the people behind you to honk at you
that’s going to stress you out
you don’t want to be honked at!!!!!!!!!
usually when something bad happens you just.,. throw some money on it and it goes away
in this case you can technically throw money at it
let’s rephrase this
usually when something bad happens you just throw some money at a person and it goes away because they take care of the problem foR you
but the difference here is that you are all alone
in this big city
and your parents are miles away
and no one is here to help you
ooh!!!! ooh!!!!!! google a car repair shop!!!! goOGLE IT
you reach into your purse and pull your phone out quickly
“car repair shops near me…” you mutter to yourself as you type into the google search bar
you jump in surprise when the car behind you honks at you and you give them a sheepish smile and a shrug
“c’mon, c’mon.,.,,” you smack the steering wheel in frustration but quickly rub over the wheel apologetically  
beeper coughs before jerking and you feel a wave of relief wash over you when it starts moving again
okay
according to google maps the nearest repair shop is a minute drive away
okay okay okay
should be doable
it appears that the gods are somewhat on your side today because beeper breaks down officially right as you drive up to the front of the repair shop
luckily no one was on the sidewalk when you nyOomed up because half of your car is on the sidewalk and the other half is on the street and you’re not looking to run anyone over today
“stupid car.” you mutter as you slam the door shut “…sorry buddy.” you wince apologetically and pat the hood because you certainly wouldn’t want to be spoken to like that if you were a car
you look up at the rusting sign hanging above the large garage
‘min mechanics’
“min mechanics.” you stand in front of the large open garage and inspect the inside
is this place good enough for beeper
it seems like it’s doing pretty well
there are at least eight cars all parked on either sides of the place
in the very back in the left corner there’s an office kinda thing  
there’s a sign hanging on top of the door that says ‘front desk’
okay so that seems like a logical place to go to
you’re a little wary just leaving your car out here with nobody to watch it but it’s not like you have a choice
you walk in further and adjust your purse strap on your shoulder
what heCk
there’s like nobody here
there better be somebody here otherwise you’re going to get your dad to sue
just kidding
but not really
“uh, hellOOooOOo??” your boots clack against the concrete as you walk deeper into the garage
you push your sunglasses up onto the top of your head before placing a hand on your hip
“is anybody here??? someone needs to fix my car, please!!!” you approach the truck that’s just sitting in the middle of the garage and that’s when you notice a pair of legs under the truck
oh my god
someone’s been CRUSHED By a TRUCK
oh HELL no you are getting out of here you’re going to pretend like you weren’t even here in the first place
“sorry, gimme a sec!” the legs twitch and you let out a breath of relief
whoever this person is rolls out from under the truck smoothly and gets up onto their feet
oh
hello
he wipes his cheek with the back of his hand and gets grease smudged over his cheekbone with a scowl before wiping his grubby hands on his rag
soft icy-blue hair  
almost cat-like eyes
sharp jawline
very pretty hands
he tosses the dirty rag over his shoulder and you definitely don’t miss the way his bicep flexes
you glance down at the name embroidered in yellow thread into the chest pocket of his navy blue jumpsuit
𝓎𝑜𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾
cute name for a cuter boy
he looks up at you and falters a bit
obviously he’s a liTTle taken aback because what’s a girl like you doing at a place like this??
you don’t miss the way his eyes scan over your figure
a cream coloured blouse tucked into a pair of skinny blue jeans
a pair of chunky leather boots that look like they cost more than his entire life
the little gucci purse
and of course
the heart shaped sunglasses
hm
“what can i help you with, doll?” he offers you a smirk and a tilt of the head and suddenly you think you’ve forgotten how to breathe
you don’t think that pet name should affect you as much as it does
holy shiT this is one pretty boy
he pushes his sleeves up and that’S when you notice that one of his arms is covered with tattoos
holy moly
“i… car’s broken. my car. my car’s broken.” you stumble over your words
“you… car’s broken, huh?” he teases before glancing over your shoulder “is that it outside?”
you nod quickly and look back at your car
aw
poor beeper
you didn’t even get to drive him that much and he already diED on you
you should’ve asked for a range rover instead
once again it’s from the 60s
you probably should’ve stopped right then and there
but it’s so cute!!!!!!!
“is that a 1962 mercerdes benz??” ‘yoongi’ gasps and moves past you towards beeper “holy shiT i’ve only seen those in pictures”
“it’s pretty cool, i guess.” you shrug casually and watch as he continues to marvel over your car “but yeah, do you think you can fix him?”
“him?”
“…his name is beeper.” you admit shyly and yoongi laughs lightly and nods understandably
“cute. and yes, i’ll take care of beeper for you, don’t worry. give me some time to poke around and see what the issue is.” he pats beeper’s hood before gesturing over to the back of the garage “you can chill out in the office if you want, or there’s a starbucks down the street. it’s pretty muggy in the garage and i wouldn’t want you to scuff up your gucci purse.”
his eyes flicker towards the little black bag nestled against your side
you clear your throat and tuck it behind you bashfully
“i’m yoongi, by the way.” he sticks his hand out and you look down at it
you can see some greASy residue from the truck that he was fixing earlier but you tell yourself to man up and you reach over and take his hand
oh my god his hand is s t i c k y
ew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“i’m y/n. thank you for helping me out.”
“of course, i’m happy to help.” yoongi offers you a boyish smile and you decide right then and there that you don’t mind his sticky hands at all
the bell tinkles lightly as you push the frosted glass door open and step into the air-conditioned office
hey the office is a lot bigger than you thought it’d be
and definitely a lot nicer than you thought it’d be (no offence)
there’s a front counter and an empty wheely chair behind it
oH and there’s another door that leads into a more ~private~ office but it’s closed so you can’t sneak a peek inside
on the counter there’s a little bell and next to it is a hEfty jar of lollipops
behind the counter is a cork board with a bunch of car keys hanging from pushpins all lined up in a neat row
a couple sticky notes pinned up
four plastic chairs sitting on the side (you’re assuming this is the waiting area)
in the corner there’s a little table with a stack of magazines
and in the other corner there’s a water dispenser
the ceiling fan whirs above you as you head over to the front desk
these lollipops look tempting
you wonder if they’re complimentary or if yoongi is just a sugar addict
you reach into the jar and grab one quickly and drop it into your purse
the chair squeaks underneath you as you take a seat and you shift to get comfortable
you reach up to push your sunglasses up because they start to slide down a little
a breath slips past your lips
you wonder how long yoongi’s going to take
and then you wonder if you’re going to have to get a new car
maybe you should go car shopping after this
hot tip: avoid cars from the 60s
“well i figured out what was wrong with your car” you jump when the door opens abruptly
you stand up from the seat and smooth your blouse down a little “what’s wrong with it?? what do i need to get fixed and how much is it all going to cost??”
“uh, not that much consider what was wrong was that the gas tank was empty.”
oh
my
god
you’re a moron
you are an idiot
a F O O L
you clear your throat and feel your cheeks starting to burn a lil
this is uh
this is kinda embarrassing
“are you… sure? that’s it? the gas tank was empty? there’s really nothing else wrong with him?”
“mhm.” yoongi nods and makes his way over behind the front desk “i did a full body check on beeper and everything else is working just fine! he just needed a tank of juice, so i filled up for you. he’s good to go!” he unwraps a lollipop and sticks it into his mouth  
“oh, okay. um-“ you unzip your purse and rifle through it for your wallet “how much do i owe you?”
“nothing”
“noth- gas is free???? holy shit. i did not know that.” you scoff in surprise and put your wallet away
yoongi’s brows furrow and he gives you a smile “no, gas isn’t free, doll. i’m giving you a get outta jail free card, so next time beeper ‘breaks down’ you’ll know he’s just out of gas.”
“oh… oH no no you don’t have to do that here lemme give you-“
“hey, seriously - it’s fine.” yoongi hands you your keys back before spinning you around and leading you out the door with a hand placed on the small of your back  
“but-“
“but nothing! i don’t wanna hear it.” he teases as he opens the door up for you and nudges you inside
he closes the door gently and bends down a little “it was nice doin’ business with you. take care of yourself now.”
“thanks for making me look like a fool in front of a cute boy today, beeper.” you sigh as you step out of the car and close the door
beep beep !
you drop your keys into your purse after locking beeper up and you make your way over to the elevator that goes up to the penthouse
as you wait for the elevator to take you up to your floor you shove your hand into your purse for your house keys and you end up pulling out
a yellow lollipop
you stare at it for a second and blink at it owlishly
no
y/n
he’s a mechanic
your dad’s a businessman!!!!!!!!!  
you need to go after a CEO boy not a CAR boy
you’re sure there are plenty of nice CEO boys in the city
you unwrap the lollipop and stick it into your mouth
hm
mango!
the elevator dings and the doors slide open
you step out into the hallway and twirl your keys around your finger
yeah
it’d be good for you
just forget about the silly car boy
three days later
ok so listen
uh
you know how you said it’d be good to just forget about the silly car boy
ya
that did not happen
you don’t usually do stupid things
but this?
this thing that you have just done??
now THIS was stupid
you might’ve maybe kinda sorta possibly clobbered one of your side mirrors with a baseball bat so that it’d break off because a teeny weeny (huge huGe) part of you wanted to see yoongi again
after the whole stare off with the lollipop in the elevator you just had this itching feeling all over your body
there’s just something about him and you can’t quite put your finger on it
maybe it’s because he’s so..,,.,,., cool? like that’s the only word you have to describe him right now lol
he’s just.,.,,.., he’s so different compared to all the other boys you’ve ever been interested in
god
he’s such a man that’s what he is
the bad boy of your wildest dreams
anyways uh
“….oh boy.” so now you have a baseball bat in one hand and a side mirror in the other
if someone were to walk into the garage right now it’d look like you just damaged someone else’s car
and it’s not like you can say ‘oh, don’t worry! it’s just my car, trust me!!!’ and wave the baseball at them because then they’d be like wtf why did u just fuck up ur own car
well
now it’s too late
you gosh darn wrecked your vintage car all because you want to see a cute mechanic
you couldn’t have just walked in there like a normal person to say hi!!!!!
you could’ve gone in there with an envelope of money and been like oh i just felt bad about not paying so i hAd to come and pay you back!!!
you did this on purpose because you wanted! to! see! yoongi! again!
and unsurprisingly
you always get what you want
“how did this happen again?”
“…i backed up into my garage all weird…?” you’re not being very convincing right now in case that wasn’t already super obvious  
“…huh.”
see
yoongi knows his cars
he’s been working with them for a long time (fun fact he picked up his first screwdriver and helped his dad in the shop when he was just three years old!!!!)
and this doesn’t look like you backed your car into the garage and accidentally knocked it into the side of a wall
it looks like it’s been battered
and he can’t help but think that you were the one who fucked your car up
because there’s a huge dent on the top part of it (he’s assuming this was your first hit) and a loT of mini dents around it (which was a result of you panicking when it didn’t fall off the first time so you continued whacking it everywhere) anD the way the mirror cracked suggests that something was hitting it straIGHt on
so you must’ve been parking your car really weirdly if you actually knocked it off while parking
this looks like it was done purposely
yoongi looks up from the mirror at you
“so… can you fix it?”
a little smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth
alright
he’ll bite
“i mean, it would’ve been easier if the mirror wasn’t completely destroyed-” yoongi holds it up and you wince a little at the sight of the wires dangling from where you riPPed it off “i’m going to have to order a new mirror - it’s probably going to cost a pretty penny considering this is a vintage car, but i’ll be sure to find the best deal for you.”
“you’re welcome to leave beeper here oR you can always just bring him back when the mirror comes in because everything else is working perfectly fine.”
“i’ll leave him here-!” you respond immediately “…if that’s okay with you, of course.”
“that’s perfectly fine with me.” he holds his hand out and your eyes flicker down to it
even his hand is pretty
you’re not..,. sure why he’s holding his hand out
is he trying to shake your hand??
you slowly raise your hand before gently placing it over his
yoongi blinks twice and looks back up at you
you look back at him
“…i need your keys.”
OH
oH MY GOD
oh my god
“i knew that!” you rIP your hand away before shoving it into your purse
your face is honestly probably on fire right now
love that for you
you drop your keys into yoongi’s palm with a jingle and yoongi smirks because now it seems like you’re avoiding eye contact with him
he smirks lightly as he tucks your keys into his back pocket
“at least buy me dinner first before touching me like that, doll.”
ok
you need to leave NOW
this is MORTIFyiNG
you are in the midst of an internal conflict
see, the thing is
you’re not quite sure if you’re crossing the line from charming to downright creepy
let’s unpack this
charming = treating someone to lunch
creepy = treating someone to lunch when you’ve only spoken to him for a total of like 3 minutes
charming = bringing lunch to someone at their workplace
creepy = bringing lunch to someone at their workplace and virtually giving them no choice but to sit down and eat lunch with you becausE you bROUGHt lunch to their woRKPLACE
charming = y/n y/l/n when she like someone
creepy = y/n y/l/n when she really really likes someone
charm-
oh!!!! a pair of legs under a truck!!!!!!!
you pick up the pace and head straIght for truck
“hey!” you knock twice against the side to get yoongi’s attention and you can’t help but bounce up on your toes a little in excitement
you look into the takeout bag to make sure nothing is leaking “i know the car isn’t ready yet but i just wanted to stop by and thank you for-“
“well hey to you too” you step back when you look down to see someone who definitely isn’t yoongi but is also juSt as pretty as yoongi
he takes his cap off and pushes his hair back before putting his hat on backwards
“you aren’t yoongi” you squeak out and wrinkle your nose “i’m so sorry, i thought you were someone else.”
“my name is jungkook bUT i’d be happy to be yoongi if you’d like” he gets up off the ground and wipes his hands on the back of his jumpsuit
he flashes you a charming smile and you feel a little overwheLmed
“get bACk to work you moron” you and the yoongi impoSter both look to the left and you smile excitedly when you see who it is “hello - again.” he teases “your car isn’t ready yet, if that’s what you’re here for.”
“i know, i’m not here for the car.” you blurt out and yoongi’s eyes widen slightly in surprise
he pokes his tongue into his cheek and raises a brow before smirking at you
“huh. i see. so what are you here for then?”
“i-“
“yoongi, aren’t you going to introduce us to the pretty lady?” you turn to look over your shoulder and you’re suddenly overwhelmed because there are one two three four five boys standing behind you like a floCK of pigeons
yoongi lets out a sigh
sometimes he wished he worked alone
you can’t help but think that this mechanics shop is just a cover up for some kind of cult
because uh
every single one of these boys are beautiful
taehyung is in charge of paint jobs and customisations
namjoon is in charge of office-related things like contracts and paperwork and finances and things along that line
hoseok takes care of washing cars
and jimin is an excellent polisher (he promised you you’d get beeper back nice and sparKly even though all you have to do is replace the side mirror)
and jungkook..,.,. kind of bounces everywhere (apparently he’s just working here for the summer so he doesn’t have a designated responsibility)
last you saw him he was under a truck and now he’s helping jimin with the buffing
“now that you know everybody- sorry about that, by the way - what brings you here today?”
“i brought you some lunch as a thank you for… giving me free gas.”  
huh
“oh! thank you so much, that’s very sweet of you.” yoongi smiles and rubs his hands together “i haven’t eaten lunch yet so you came at the riGht time!”
niCE
okay this is good
yoongi can’t help but wonder how much you spent on lunch because even the takeout bag itself looks hella fancy
le petit bistro
obviously it’s some french place
and most of the time french places are hella fancy
he suggested you guys eat in his office so that you’d have a liL more privacy (he knows for a fact that the moment you guys pull food out the others are going to swarm around you and ask to donate some bites to them) and also you probably don’t want to smell petrol while eating lunch lol
you went to go wash your hands so yoongi took the opportunity to sneak a glance at the receipt to confirm his suspicions
and needless to say
he is SHOOK
jesus christ
$45???? for a SANDWICH??? one single sandwich????
the water was $8????
what the hell
.,.,,.negative sides of capitalism
well now he can’t help but wonder how loaded you actually are
he’s not going to lie
it’s slightly intimidating to be around someone practically oozing with money
“-i wasn’t sure what kind of sandwiches you liked so i got a croque monsieur for you, i hope that’s okay!” yoongi drops the receipt back into the bag quickly and shifts in his seat as you step into the office
“oh no, that’s totally fine! i love..,. croc monsters.” he clears his throat “what did you get for yourself?”
“a pan bagnat.” you plop down next to him before reaching into the bag
a pain what now
a pain bandaid?????
what the hell kind of words are leaving your mouth right now lol
“remind me what a… ᶜʳᵒᶜ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ is again?” yoongi takes the box from you and pops it open
it kinda just looks like a plain ol sandwich
.,.,is that a gold leaf on top of it
“it’s just a fanCy ham and cheese sandwich….also did u just call it a croc monster”
yoongi pauses
“….did u just call it a croc monster?” yoongi bites into the sandwich and-
oH mY GOD
if u weren’t in the room with him he’s positive he would’ve busted a nut
holy SHIT that is a good ham and cheese sandwich
his ham and cheese sandwiches neVer taste this good!!!!!!!
“you want a bite of mine?”
“what’s yours?”
“a pan bagnat.” yoongi contemplates this for a second before shrugging and leaning in for a bite but you quiCkly pull back
he raises a brow
did u change ur mind
“say it.”
say wat
“…thank you?”
“no, no. say it.”
“say what?”
“the name of the sandwich.” you smirk
oh NO
you are a sICk, twiSted individual
the thing is
he knows it’s pan bagnat
but he can’t saY pan bagnat
but he KNOWS it’s pAN BAGNAT OKAY
he knows that you pronounced it pahn ban-yay
so he too will pronounce it pahn ban-yay
he clears his throat
“…pain bandaid.”
o dear god
“okay, so you got that one because jungkook dared you to???” you giggle and trace your fingers over the oFFending tattoo
“yep. he kept saying i didn’t have the balls to do it and the next thing i know i’m sitting in a tattoo parlour getting an angry cookie tattooed on the inside of my bicep.” he snorts and jabs it “luckily i have a whole sLeeve of tattoos to distract from shooky.”
“you nAMed him??”
“jungkook did!!!”
you trail your eyes over the rest of his tattoos
your favourite so far (and it’s the biggest one) is of a cherry blossom tree
the way the branches and twigs wrap around his arms is just so beautiful and the baby pink of the cherry blossoms are just so!!! cute!!!!!!!
“how about your hair, then? unless you were born with a head of shockingly icy-blue hair.”
“well, i got drunk on my birthday. and then i woke up with bleached hair, which was traumatising, as you can probably imagine. i wasn’t a fan of completely whiTE hair so i just bought some dye from the drug store and it came out to be this soft blue-grey kinda colour.” yoongi crosses his eyes as he pinches a couple strands of hair in between his fingers
“i don’t know if i could ever do that to my hair.” you murmur and look at your own strands of hair “my scalp would probably die on me.”
“my scalp is already fuLLy dead, so i don’t really care anymore.”
“does that mean you’ll let me dye your hair neon green?”
“…we’ll have to talk about that one first.”
yoongi nearly shits himself when he realises he’s gone twO hours over his lunch break
omg
he has so much to do today he has to go back to work
even though he’s the boss and can take as many lunch breaks as he wants it doesn’t maTTer
“you got any plans for the rest of the day?” yoongi crumples his napkin up and shOots it into the bin
“not really!” you wipe your mouth and put the soiled napkin into the takeout box before putting thAt back into the takeout bag
“here, i’ll throw that out in the back for you.” yoongi picks the bag up and tucks his own box into it as well
“thank you- i dO have some work do to later but hey, you wouldn’t mind if i just hung out here, right?”
yoongi pauses on his way to the door and turns back to look at you
“you wanna hang out… here?” yoongi furrows his brows in confusion “like here-here?”
you shrug
“it just gets preTTy boring at the apartment when i’m all alone”
“well, uh, i guess i don’t see any problem with you hanging out here. i’m just going to be out there with the others, so let me know if you need anything”
??????
yoongi doesn’t usually have to play the role of a hOSt when his customers are around
“cool!!! i’ll trY not to burn anything down”
yoongi smiles to himself and shakes his head before leaving the office
hm
you are a very peculiar girl
and so it goes
you find yourself zipping straiGht to min mechanics as soon as you’re done with classes for the day (you don’t go everyday just because you feel like that’s kinDa creepy and very veRy clingy so you limit yourself to like three or four days a week)
luckily yoongi’s shop is only a 20 minute uber ride away (you were vEry tempted to buy a new car to take over beeper’s place for the time-being but you figured it’d be best to spend your money on things like… groceries??) so he’s not toO out of the way which is good!!!!!!
although you have a feeling that even if yoongi was 3 hours away you’d stiLL make the trip to see him
and although it seems like you’re just there to check up on beeper because yOu miSs hIm it’s fairly obvious you have a lil thing for yoongi
“hey, um, just outta curiosity - how old is yoongi?” you adjust on the stool and avoid jungkook’s gaze when he turns back to look at you
he glances over at yoongi “he just turned 26! he’s an old man” jungkook snorts and goes back to wiping down the windows
26
that’s.,.,.,. uh
that’s kinda hot
you cross your legs and prop an elbow up on your knee before propping your chin up on your palm and you let out a dreamy sigh
everyThing about yoongi is kinda hot
the way he rolls his sleeves up to expose his forearms when he’s about to get down and diRty gets your gears grinding
or when his tongue swipes over his bottom lip after he’s taken a swig of water
or how deep n rasPy is voice gets sometimes
not to mention his tattoo sleeve
you haven’t gotten a good look at it yet but you’re not complaining because it makes him fall into the bad boy category and you are a HOE for that
“i’m 22, by the way. much, much younger than yoongi.” jungkook points out and turns around to lean against the truck
“mm, that’s cool, kook.” you smile although your eyes are glued on a certain someone else  
jungkook snorts and rolls his eyes
maybe he should get a tattoo sleeve
“you know she’s staring at you again”
yoongi has to bite back a smile to keep himself from looking like a smitten schOOlgirl  “is she?” he asks casually and flips to the next page of the catalogue
he glances over his shoulder and sure enough you’re staring right at him
of course the moment you get caught you quickly look up and pretend like the ceiling fans whirring above are the most interesting things you’ve ever seen in your entire life
“she’s cute”
“i know” yoongi looks up and narrows his eyes at hoseok who is… stiLL staring at you
yoongi takes a step to the side so that he’s blocking hoseok’s line of sight “don’t you have a tire to change or something?”
hoseok immediately raises his hands in defense
“all i’m impLYing is that if you don’t do something soon i might have to hop on that and take her for a ride-” hoseok yelps when yoongi rolls up the catalogue and suddenly starts smacking him with it
“get baCK to work before i FIRE you”
“whatcha eating?” you glance up from your magazine when you become acutely aware that you are no longer alone due to the fact that there are three shadows blocking you from the sun
ah yes
the three amigos
jimin taehyung and lil ol jungkook
you know exactly what they want
you swallow your bite and use your chopsticks to gesture to the takeout box of sushi (it’s a dynamite roll (your fave!!!!) from this amazing sushi place called nori) sitting on the little table next to you “sushi.” you flip to the next page of the magazine
“what…. kind of sushi?”  
“dynamite roll.”
you hear them murmuring to each other and the only thing you manage to make out is a ‘u think she’ll let us try’
yeah
it is always a mistake to bring food here but for some reason you don’t listen to yourself and you always bring food here
and u know what maybe this is just because ur kind of selfish (especially when it comes to the dynamite rolls from nori) but u don’t really want to give them a bite but at the same time you know for sure they’re not going to leave you alone til you let them try
“cool, cool.” taehyung clears his throat
you give them all an unimpressed look before snorting in amusement and picking up the takeout box then holding it up for them
“one piece each.”
and the gates of hell swing open
he immEdiately opens his mouth and sucks it in like a vacuum cleaner
and then you offer a piece to jimin
and then you offer a piece to jungkook
and once they’re all satisfied they finally leave you alone
now you’re down 3 pieces of sushi but it’s finE
you don’t think of yourself as a person who puts effort into things unless you’re parTicularly passionate about something
and you just so happen to be vERY passionate about (1) min yoongi so you surprise yourself when you realise that instead of spending thursday evening watching netflix, you spend three hours doing research on the different parts of a car juSt so you can go into min mechanics and blow yoongi’s MIND
u want to impress him ok it’s not a big deal!!!!!!!!
anyways
you have a couple bullet points that you scribbled down on your palm jUSt in case
you are READY to impress the heck out of yoongi
“that radiator sure looks busted, huh?” you peek over yoongi’s shoulder and take a step back when he turns to look at you “you should probably check the coolant levels.”
yoongi furrows his brows in confusion
what is happening
it doesn’t make sense that you suddenly have a very vAst knowledge of cars considering the fact that you thought your car was broken when it was literally just out of gas
.,.,.,what is going on
“that is the radiator, you’re correct. and it is busted.” you smile proudly and give yourself a mental pat on the back and it is pretty busted. “there’s a blown fuse and a couple of wires are corroded.”
“have you checked the lower radiator tank?”
“uh- yes, i checked that. i don’t really need to check the lower tank if i’m looking at an electrical problem though.”
uh oh
we’re starting to go downhill
quICK say something else
you unfurl your fingers and glance down at the messy scribbles on your palm (the ink is starting to bleed because ur starting to get nErvous and your palms always get clammy)
“how about the coolant?”
“don’t need to check coolant levels either.” yoongi hums and reaches over to untwist the tank cap “and you already mentioned the coolant levels earlier-“
and then it hits him
it finally hits him
his fingers freeze on the cap momentarily
oh
bless your heart
he pressed his lips together to keep himself from smiling too widely “-but if it makes you feel any better i’ll check the coolant levels again?”
“no, no! if you don’t need to check it, then you don’t have to.” you clear your throat “the… the fan clutch is… you should check that too. the fan clutch is… it’s a vital part of the radiator.”
“say, i have a question for you.” yoongi spins around and leans back against the car
“mhm?”
“what exactly does the radiator do, y/n?” he raises a brow before crossing his arms
you know this
oh my god you KNOW this
you literally read a 12 page document talking specifically about radiators HOW the hell are you BLANKING right now
okay fine
just play it cool
if you act like you know what you’re talking about it’ll be more convincing
“it…” you kiss your teeth before glancing down at the radIatoR “it… radiates… um, it radiates energy so that the car is able to… move.” you explain as conFidently as you possibly
“and what’s a fan clutch?”
“oh! you know, it’s the part that just…” you shake your fist in the air “just… clutches the fan, y’know? keeps it in place.”
“huh. that’s right.” yoongi cocks his head
wait what
holy shit
you’re a genius
you are a GENIUS  
“i am???”
“no.” he deadpans and smirks when you scowl playfully “you’re cute, though.”
.,,.,.frick
“good morning, namjoon.” yoongi hums as he steps into the office with a biG bag of lollipops
“morning…?” this is vEry unfamiliar territory because the last time yoongi said good morning to namjoon it was on his birthday
well
it’s best not to question it
he should just enjOy sociable yoongi “you seem extra chipper this morning!” namjoon points out
“do i?” yoongi pulls the lid off the glass jar and sets it aside
click clack click clack
the lollipops hit the side of the jar as yoongi fills it aLL the way up
he turns to toss the bag away into the bin
namjoon pulls a lollipop out of the jar before furrowing his brows
he twists the treat in between his fingers and takes note of the little cartoon strawberries on the wrapper “i thought you were a raspberry man?”
“i am” yoongi plucks the lollipop from namjoon’s fingers and plunks it into the jar before covering it up
“but all of these are strawberry flavoured.”
“yes, and?”
namjoon raises his hands in defence “nothing! just saying.”
how very odd
yoongi despises strawberry
“hi namjoon!” the little bell tinkers as you step into the office
“y/n, hey! how was your day? yoongi’s in the middle of a call but he’ll be out soon.”
“it was okay! i got my essay back and i did pretty well- oOH strawberry” you gasp and iMMediately shoVe your hand into the jar
there it is
the final piece of the puzzle
it all makes sense now
“huh.” namjoon leans back against his chair and crosses his arms as he watches you unwrap the lollipop excitedly
“whaht?” you ask aroUnd the lollipop and namjoon shakes his head
“oh, nothing.”
interesting
vEry interesting
yoongi despises strawberry but it seems like he doesn’t despise you
it is univERsally known that sundays are meant to be day-offs
you’re supposed to sleep in on sundays
you go out for bRUnch on sundays
you most certainly don’t wake up at 8am and spend twO hours getting ready and then take an uber down to the mechanics shop to see the cute boy who works there
normal people don’t dO THAT
“what are you doing here? it’s sunday…” even yoongi is confused as to why you’re here
hE doesn’t even want to be here
“i know, i just… y’know, i was bored, so-“
“you came all the way here because you were bored?” yoongi’s brows knit together and you feel your cheeks flush
you reach up to scratch the back of your neck before pursing your lips “…yes?” you look around and realise that no one else is in sight “where is everyone?”
“…it’s sunday.” yoongi teases and brings his attention back to the faulty hose in his hands
god
what is wrong with the hose today yoongi slaps it against his palm a couple of times
his brows furrow in frustration before he gives it a good tWisT-
SCHKKKKKKKKKK
oH Okay there it is
“there we go!” yoongi twists it back to turn it off “i think i might need to invest in a new hose because i just wasted like 10 minutes trying to turn it on“ he looks up at you
OH MY GOD
you’re gawkinG like a fish and all the blood drains from yoongi’s face when he realizes what just happened  
oh mygOD
he’s going to have to work for the rest of his life to pay for your dry cleaning
he’s going to have to sell his shop and that won’t even be enough to cover the cost of cleaning your gucci purse
“y/n… shit… i am sO sorry….” yoongi swallows thickly because you still haven’t responded  
you drop your purse on the floor and yoongi presses his lips together
t-the gucci is soaking wet
ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘᶜᶜᶦ ᶦˢ ˢᵒᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵉᵗ
hooOooOOOLY SHit he wants to die
he wants to die!!!!!!!!!!!
he wants to guZZLe a gallon of petrol and just DIE
you’re going to sue him
no
you’re going to get your dad to sue him which is even worse
he drops the hose to the floor with a clatter before turning to grab the rag sitting on the hood of the truck  
“i’ll get you another towel but you can use this to dry off for no- WHAT-“ not even a seCOND goes by and all of a sudden there’s water being dumpED right on top of him  
and to make matters worse
this is soapy water used to wash the car
he’s dripping with dirty soapy water from head to toe
“there. now we’re even!” you let out a sigh and set the bucket down before wiping your hands on the back of your leggings even though that does absolutely NOTHING
“…you have three seconds.”
you’re still wiping your hands on your leggings “three seconds to- oH MY GOD WAIT-“ you begin sprinting as soon as yoongi moves into action and the next thing you know he’s chasing you around the garage with the hose
you two are acting like chiLDREN
“yOONGI NO” you shriek when you feel cold water blast against you once again
your guys laughter bounces off the walls of the garage along with the occasional screEch from you
“get away from me you freAK-“ yoongi cackles when he gets a good blast of water right against your butt causing you to scream even louDer than you already were
you can feel him gaining on you because the pressure of the water is starting to get stronger and stronger
you let out a shriek before bursting into laughter when yoongi wraps his arm around you from behind and you immediately start squirming in his grip
you manage to turn around and the two of you start baTTling for the hose
“giVE it to mE-“ you squeeze your eyes shut because you’re sure getting blasted in the eyeball with water won’t be nice
“over my dead body!!!!!!” yoongi laughs and starts tickling your sides with his free hand
“min yooNGI it’s my turn to-“
“get your grUbby hands off the-“
of course
the floor is now slippery as hell (and yoongi’s water bill is going to be hIGH this month if you two keep going at it lol)
so of course
“woAH-!“
“oh SHIt-“
the nExt thing you know you’re staring up at
well
you’re staring right up at yoongi
“i-“ you have no idea why but your fingers are wrapped around his soaKing wet bicep and you quickly let go and place your hands on either side of you like a damn corpse “hi.”
the hose has been completely abandoned next to you guys and it’s still spurting out water
“hey.” he pants from the exertion of chasing you around the garage and his eyes flicker down to your lips veRy briefly you’re not sure it even happened
he’s settled riGht in between your legs and once you realise this your cheeks flame up
oh my god
dO something
“call it a truce?” you offer meekly and yoongi raises a brow before nodding once
“…i suppose so.” you yeLp in surprise when he suddenly shakes his hair out like a dog and practically assaults you with droplets of water
you scowl playfully and wipe at your cheek
yoongi grins down at you and gets off of you
he stands up and looks down at his sopping wet jumpsuit before offering you a hand “c’mon.” he jerks his head towards the office “let’s dry you up, doll.”
you wring the water out of your blouse and yelp quietly when you feel cold droplets of water splatter onto your bare foot
also
this YSL mascara was noT worth the money because you look like a raccoon right now
“i have an extra shirt somewhere… ah, here we are!”
you look at yoongi in the mirror of your compact as he emerges from the office with a-
oh good god
what is that
you clap your compact shut and tuck it back into your purse before spinning around and letting your eyes trail down to the….
can u even call that a shirt
“i refuse to put that thing on my body.” you can’t even bring yourself to reach out and take the raggedy denim button-up from yoongi because it just looks so.,.,.,.,.,. grOSS
“aw, c’mon! it’s cute! denim is super trendy.”
“why is it so dirty??”
“they’re just grease stains!! i swear!” yoongi brings the shirt up to his nose and takes a fAT whiff “anD i washed it!”
“well you can either wear this oR you can wear your sopping wet clothes.” yoongi points to the garBage bag containing all your soaking wet belongings and you let out a groan before reaching out and taking the shirt from him
“if it’ll make you feel better i have a pen here and i can just write gucci on the label!”
“ha-ha, very funny.,,., i accept louis vuitton as well”
“i’m going to see if i have any clothes for myself” yoongi disappears into the office again and you work quickly to rip your soPping wet clothes off as quickly as possible
“you know, i can always hook you up with some better quality shirts!” you start buttoning yourself up and you bring your arm up to your nose to give the sleeve a little sniff
it smells like his cologne >:)
you tug the shirt down a little bit and look behind you to make sure your ass isn’t hanging out and saying peekaboo
it’s big enough to the point where it covers everything appropriately and also it reaches mid-thigh
but if you bent down you’d definitely be giving everyone a show lol
“we can stick your logo on the back and everything-“
“sorry, what’d you say? i didn’t catch that.”
you turn around to face yoongi “i was saying that i- oH“
o-OH My GO D
R E D  A L E R T
your heart literally stops at the sight of a very, very shirtless yoongi
he shakes his hair out before running a hand through it with a sigh “luckily i had some spare clothes here otherwise i’d have to drive you home completely naked…”
you are bAREly paying attention to a word he is saying right now
this is it
min yoongi is one of the seven wonders of the world
he has a pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips and not to be nsfW but he might,..,,. not be wearing any briefs right now.,..,
you glance back up at his face and clear your throat when you realise he’s staring right back at you with the teeniest of smirks
“what’s the matter, doll? cat got your tongue?”
the cat don’t but that diCK dO
“your carriage awaits, madam” yoongi bows and gestures towards his pick up truck
“why, thank you, kind sir.” you gladly take his hand and he helps you into the truck
the car ride consists of you and yoongi continuing to get to know each other a lil more
the conversation flows very smoothly and easily between the two of you and that makes u happy :-))))
you tell him about that one time you thought there was a robber in your house but it turned out to be a squirrel which is moRE confusing because how the hell did the squirrel make it up so high
yoongi tells you about that one time he was staying late at the shop and hE thought there was a robber in the garage but it was just a drunk jungkook tripping over a stack of tires
you ask him about his family and he asks you about yours
you tell him you love ur mom and dad a lot but you’re suPer glad to be living on your own because it gets overwhelming sometimes
yoongi says he has a good relationship with his family too (but they weren’t pleased when he came home for new years and they discovered his tATTOO SLEEVE and his BLEACHED HAIR)
he tells you about his lil dog named holly (who he misses so much!!!!!) and you tell him about your pet turtle walter who lives at home with your parents
you find out that his favourite pizza toppings are pepperonis and pineapples and you fULLY roast him for that disgusting combination
and then he finds out that your favourite pizza toppings are spinach leaves, fire-grilled chicken, and caramelised red onions and he’s like okay miss bouGIe do u realise how much more expensive my pizza would be if i asked for fire-grilled chicken  
he listens to hip-hop most of the time but he does have a soft spot for ariana grande and halsey
he bEgs you not to say anything to the boys
he’s not insecure about his masculinity or anything
he just doesn’t want them to bLAST break up w ur boyfriend i’m bored in the shop all day even tho it’s a B O P
“okay, turn into the roundabout here…” you point towards the penthouse buildings once yoongi drives past the gates (u live in a gaTed community u r so bougie!!!!!!!!!)  
“this building? the one with the… marBle fountain?”
“mhm, you got it.” you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to smile at him “thank you for the ride and the shower.”
“anytime, doll.” yoongi plays along and his right eye drops in a wink
he chews on the inside of his cheek nervously
should he go for it
,.,..,
yeah he’s going to go for it
“hey, by the way-“ he stops you before you can hop out of the truth “the guys and i are hanging out this friday at this club we usually go to... don’t feel pressured to say yes or anything but if you wanna tag along that’d be totally-“
“yEs i would love to!” you blurt out and yoongi pauses and chuckles lightly
omg
yES you definiTEly want to
“okay, i’ll text you the details as soon as i figure out what’s happening.”
“sounds good!!” you shut the door and yoongi rolls the window down
“i’ll see you later then?”
“mhm! by the way - i’m keeping the shirt.”
yoongi snorts and rolls his eyes playfully as he watches you make your way to the entrance
he bites back a smile and leans back against the seat before letting out a breath and turning the truck back on
you really are something
friday can’t come soon enough
oh boy
your bedroom looks like it’s just been hit by a tornado
because it is a mEss
“i have nothing to wear!” you whine to nobody in particular as you stand in the middle of your walk-in closet and look around at the racks and racKs of clothing surrounding you
first you tried a tank top tucked into a pair of jeans and a sensible cardigan but then you remembered riGHt i’m going to a club i’m not going to the LIBRARY
and then you tried this brand new dress from chanel but you decided it was too ~avant-garde~ (u don’t really know what that means but that’s how the lady described it to you when she was selling it to you) for the club
and theN you tried a jumpsuit kinda thing but you’re not going to want to completely strIP down and sit on the toilet butt-ass naked when you have to pee
but u know what
after 2 hours (yes, TWO hours) of going through your closet you think you’ve finally pieced a sensible outfit together
it’s a baby blue slip dress (you bought it to match with beeper and u will shamelessly admit that) and you pair it with these adorable strappy platform sandals and of course a brand new gucci clutch  
hm
you look so cuTe you love this outfit
you kinda look like an early 2000s bratz doll and you’re,.,.,. ObseSsed with that
also
if someone compliments you on your outfit you’re definitely going to hit them with a “oh, this old thing? i just threW it on!”
no one will ever know it took you 120 minutes to pick (1) blue dress
you’re taking this secret to the GRAVE
yoongi offered to pick you up but you told him you’d be fine getting there by yourself
plus you really wanted to go in fashionably late (not tOO late of course) and just knock the socks off of everyone
you fully accept that you are a tiny bit of an attention whore
>:-)
“i think i should’ve picked her up.” yoongi mutters as he takes the last sip of his beer
it’s 9:30 and you’re stiLL not here
he’s checked his phone literally ten times in twenty minutes to make sure that he hasn’t missed any texts or calls or
“i think you’re overthinking this. she’ll get here! maybe there’s traffic.” jimin pats yoongi’s shoulder before returning to his conversation with hoseok
“and even if she doesn’T come you can still have fun with us!” jungkook points out and yoongi frowns “what??? we’re just as fun as y/n!!”
“we might be just as fun as y/n but yoongi doesn’t wanna make out with you like he does y/n-“
“soRRY you guys my uber dropped me off like three blocks away from here for some reason and i didn’t realise how hard it was walking in platform sandals” yoongi jumps in surprise when you suddenly poP out of nowhere
“this is why i should’ve picked you u-“ yoongi turns his head and finally gets a good look at you
shit you look good
he’s.,,.,. never seen your bAre legs before but he most definitely wants to bury his face in between them!!!!!!
oops
“are you two done checking each other out yet?” taehyung raises a brow and you and yoongi break gazes immediately
yoongi looks up at the little lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and you look towards the bowl of pretzels sitting on the table
namjoon smacks tae’s arm scoldingly
quick change the subject
“have you guys just been sitting here this whole time?” you take a seat next to yoongi and you’re hAPPy to report that he doesn’t move when the side of your thigh presses up against him
you’re used to seeing yoongi in a jumpsuit (which is hot) or like a plain white tee tucked into a pair of jeans (which is aLso hot) but tonight he looks extra EXTRA hot
he’s wearing all bLAck tonight
black t-shirt
black ripped jeans
black bomber jacket
he even smells sexy
he smells like that denim shirt that’s hanging in ur closet
oH and he’s wearing a bandana and for some reason the sight of him in a bandana makes you s w e a t
yoongi leans back and drapes an arm over the back of the booth and you’re vEry tempted to snuggle right into him but unfortunately the two of you are noT at that stage yet
“this is our third bowl of pretzels and our second round of beers, so no, we haven’t just been sitting here this whole time.” jungkook points out smartly and you nod understanDably
he’s such a dweeb
you love it
alright well
apparently the party don’t start til you walk in
you give yoongi’s thigh a couple pats before pointing at the bar “i’m gonna go get us some shots!” you grin excitedly as you slide out of the booth
all of the boys sit in silence until they all decide you’re at a safe distance away from them
“…..she touched your thiGhHhHhhhH” taehyung wiggles his brows and yoongi scoffs and rolls his eyes
“so what?”
“…yo diCK is close to your thiGhHhHhhhH”
“so in a way she indirectly touched your dick” jungkook holds his hand out for a fist bump
yoongi looks at the two of them in an unimpressed manner
“hi, can i get a round of kamikazes please?” you smile politely at the bartender before handing him your card
you gon be honest
you don’t actually know what a kamikaze is
you googled a list of shots on your way here and kamikaze was on that list
there’s also a type of shot called a blowjob but you’re not sure how it’s going to go down if you ask the bartender for a round of blowjobs
“what’s a pretty little thing like you doing at a place like this?” you jump in surprise when someone suddenly appears next to you and you’re about to run away in fear but then you get a better look at this guy
there’s no other way to describe it
this binch looks just as Expensive as you
you recognise that limited edition gold rolex that wink at you under the shoddy lighting
“…i could say the same for you” you raise a brow before turning to face the bar again
whY is the bartender taking so long
the guy laughs and tilts his head back a little before leaning forward and offering you a smirk “i’m seokjin. and you are?”
“not interested.” you clap back immediately jin raises his hands in defence but doesn’t back off
“feisty, aren’t we?”
“only when we have to be.” you shrug casually
“fair enough.” he hums and drums his fingers against the counter
a beat of silence goes by and you’re surprised he hasn’t made anoTher move
this guy seems harmless enough so you figure that giving him your name won’t be the woRst decision you’ll ever make in your life
plus the bartender is really taking his sweet time with those drinks and you’re getting bored
“i’m y/n.” you stick your hand out and jin’s eyes flicker down to your hand before he takes it graciously and gives you a firm shake
“well, it’s very nice to meet you. are you here by yourself?”
you snort immediately and shake your head “i wouldn’t come here by myself.” the bartender pauses and raises a brow at you and you give him a sheepish smile “no offence.”
if you thought your drinks were taking a long time to be made they’re going to take even lonGer now
good job u goober
“can i at least buy you a drink? maybe you can come over to my booth and we can chit-chat, see where that takes us…”
“or you could just buy me a drink and we can go our separate ways from there.” you grin and jin tilts his head before letting out a small laugh
“is that how you’re going to play it, sweetheart?” the thin gold chain hanging around his neck shimmers slightly as he shifts and leans closer to you
“i pholhd yew i could fit more phretfulz into my mouf fhan yew” jungkook mumbles and a pretzel falls out of his mouth
jimin is crAcking up at the sight of taehyung practically drooling all over himself
namjoon looks disappointed and hoseok looks vEry amused
yoongi glances over at the bar and furrows his brows in confusion when he sees you talking to,.,.., someone you’re obviously very comfortable with if you’re letting him tuck your hair behind your ear like that
whoever this fella is
he’s wearing a crisp button-up tucked into a pair of slacks and he has his sleeves rolled up (and he knows how weak u r for rolled up sleeves because you always get really moon-eyed when hE rolls his sleeves up)
yoongi clears his throat and shifts in his seat
what was he thinking???  
christ
you guys are from two different worlds
what
was
he
thinking!!!
inviting you here?? and you’RE paying the shots omg he should’ve gone up there to pay for the shots
“miss, your round of kamikazes?”
“be a gentleman, kihyun. why don’t you deliver her shots to her friends for her?” jin points over at yoongi and the others and kihyun nods obediently
“oH oh you really don’t have to- okay never mind”
jin is a nice guy but also u want to go back to ur friends
“so, where were we?”
“you were about to buy me a drink and i was going to accept the drink and then leave” you joke and turn to look over your shoulder juSt in time to see kihyun setting the tray down on the table
okay you know what
one drink isn’t going to hurt
you’ll just enjoy onE drink and then you’ll leave
that way the boTh of you are satisfied..,,.ish
yoongi can’t help but glance over at the bar agaIN and he rolls his eyes when he catches the sight of you throwing your head back in laughter at something
who the hell does this guy think he is anyway
and what kinda guy who dresses like thAt would want to hang out here
no
he’s overthinking it
“hey, your friend told me to bring the shots here. seven kamikazes.”
“OoOohHH yeah lets gET IT” jungkook reaches for a shot as soon as the tray is set down and it goes down his hatch in 0.1 seconds
uh
okay wow
obviously you’re not interested in hanging out with them anymore because you’re stiLL with that guy at the var aND you got the bartender to deliver the shots over so you could kEEP talking to mr. perfect over there
“ooh, these are good!!”
“veRy citrusy”
“are we sure there’s even alcohol in this because it kinda just tastes like orange juice”
“you think we can order more?”
yoongi’s shot is the only one left untouched
jungkook reaches over to tap his shoulder
“hyung, you gonna take a shot?”
yoongi clenches his jaw and reaches over blindly for the shot glass
he tilts his head back and swallows it before setting the glass down firmly
“jEez it wasn’t like i was going to take it or anything” jungkook mutters under his breath
whAtever
yoongi wipes his mouth with the back of his hand
you’re allowed to flirt with whoever you’d like
it’s not like you guys have a thing or anything
you even told him you didn’t want him to come and pick you up so obviously you’ve established that this is a friendship and nothing more
it’s fine
yeah
you guys don’t have a thing
which means hE can flirt with whoever he’d like as well
“anywaYs you’re very nice, jin, but i don’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything…” you smile sheepishly and scratch the back of your neck
you don’t want to tell this complete stranGer about the ins and outs of your will-they-won’t-they relationship with yoongi but you are vEry much tipsy and tipsy y/n just does not have a filter whatsoever “i’m here with yoongi!!!!!!” you clear your throat and gesture towards where the boys are
that strawberry margarita was really good
you could probably drink like twelveteen more of those  
jin glances over your shoulder and raises a peRfect brow (you need to ask him where he gets his brows done because woW)
“which one is this yoongi?” he looks back at you
uh
you weren’t expecting to be quEstioned like this
“uh, he’s the one with the-“ you turn to glance over your shoulder
huh
yoongi isn’t at the table
“well he’s around here someWhere he’s wearing a bandana and he has a tattoo sleeve you know he’s reALLy not that hard to spot-“
“oh! i see him!” you perk up immediately and try to follow jin’s line of sight “you mean the one dancing with my friend?”
wait what
“your friend? where’s your friend-“ the moment your eyes land on yoongi and jin’s friend you feel every single droplet of blood draining from your face
oh boy
yep
that’s yoongi alright
she has a hand tangled up in his hair while the other is running down his chest
he leans down as she says something in his ear and you see him laugh
the two of them continue to sway to the beat and you feel sick to your stomach when you notice her push yoongi’s hand down from her waist to her bum
you immediately turn back to face jin and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment
u just told this guY that you were here with another guY only to find out that the guy that you came with looks like he’s having a greAt time with someone else  
yikes
“for the record - i would never do that to you.” he asks “chivalry is hard to find nowadays, no?”
you swallow thickly and try to snap yourself out of it
it’s not a big deal
yoongi can do whatever he wants
it’s not like he’s showing romantic interest in you just because he invited you to hang out with him
you’re just one of the bros
“say- how about you and your friends join my friends and i in the vip room? the more, the merrier!” jin nods in acknowledgement as the bartender sets a tray of shots down on the counter for him
“uh, maybe! maybe. thank you for the drink, by the way.” you smile politely and watch as he heads towards the velvet door with a gold VIP label on it
how faNcy  
you weren’t going to mention anything to the guys but they asked you what took you so long and the moment the phrase ‘vip section’ slips out of your mouth all the boys immEdiately slide out of the booth and head to said section
you and jimin bumped into yoongi on the dance floor on the way there and you kinda just.,.., awkwardly trailed behind him and his new gal pal as aLL of you made your way over there
anyways
now you’re here
in this truly unfortunate situation
and you are praying to all the gods to just make a black hole appear in the ground and swallow you up
first of all
you didn’t know how Big this room was
and you didn’t know that one person (jin) could have so many frienDS
because you are sitting in a circle with probabLy like twenty-ish (or more) other people (including the boys of course)
the point is you want to be literaLLy anywhere else BUT here right now
“i’m assuming everybody knows the rules of the game-“ jin sets the empty bottle of beer in the centre of the circle and you feel your palms starting to sweat because heLLO you don’T know the rules of the game
also you don’t know haLF these people
a couple of the girls introduced themselves to you but you have horrible memory so their names went into one ear and riGht out the other in like 0.1 seconds
“maybe you should, like, go over the rules one more time to… y’know, to refresh our memories!” you clear your throat and feel your cheeks heat up when you catch jennie snickering
“okay, well… you spin the bottle, and whoever the bottle points at, you have to kiss them for ten seconds.”
“it’s pretty self-explanatory.” one of the other girls mutter
you take your bottom lip in between your teeth nervously “what happens if you don’T wanna kiss that person?”
“then you have to take off an article of clothing.”
wait what
t-that doesn’t sound like regular spin the bottle
thaT’s not how they do in the movies!!!!! everyone’s clothes stay ON in the movies!!!!!  
and then you realise
you oNLY have a dress on
you don’t have a cardigan or a jacket or anything
so if you don’t wanna kiss anybody you’re going to have to take your dress off
in front of all these people!!!!!!!!!!
can i get a thank u nEXT
“um, i have another question!” your hand shoots up into the air “what if instead of taking a piece of clothing off you take a shot instead?”
“ah, that’s a good idea! if you don’t want to kiss your person, then you take a shot aND you take a piece of clothing off!” jin claps his hands together “good thinking, y/n!”
WAIT WHAT
nO you would like to retrACT your statement omg
so
you can safely say that this is one of the WORST experiences in your life
it’s about twenty minutes into the game
they actually changed the rules again so now you take a shot regardless of if you want to kiss your person or not
needless to say everybody is pretty hammered right now
except you of course
you’re like KindA tipsy
like giggly tipsy!!!! jin just keeps ordering margaritas for you and it would be ruDE of you to reject them
but you haven’t taken any shots yet
because you are one of the only people who hasn’t gotten a chance to spin the bottle yet (thank god)
you also are one of the only people who the bottle hasn’t landed on yet (which is also a thank goD)
“hey”
you turn to look at jin and a smile twitches at your lips when he hiccups
his cheeks are rosy and he’s glowing a bit
loVe that for him
“what do yoU want” you tease
“is there a mirror in your pants?”
“i’m not wearing pants.” you point out and gesture to your dress
“yah- can you just play along??” jin scoffs and pinches your arm
“okAy okay fine go on”
“-because i can seE myself in them” he beams proudly
you snort and roll your eyes playfully before whacking his bicep as he bursts into squeaKy giggles
“you think you’re funny?” you tease and jin nudges his elbow against yours
“you don’t think i’m funny??”
“i absolutely don’t think you’re funny”
“oOOh i have another one”
“can’t be any worse that that mirror one”
“the word of the day is legs.”
“is it?”
“let’s say we head back to your place and spread the word.”  he purrs into your ear and you nEARly screech
“jiN!!!!” you gasp and turn to gawk at him “that’s hoRRIBle you FreAK”
yoongi clenches his jaw when he sees you smack jin’s arm as the two of you continue giGGling away at god knows what
whatever he said can’t possibly be thAt funny
“my turn!!!” jennie gets up onto her knees and shuffles towards the bottle
you suddenly stop laughing because oh no it’s jennie’s turn
with a quick fliCk of her wrist she sends the bottle spinning
okay
logically speaking there is a 1/28 chance of it landing on you
but more importantly
logically speaking there is a 1/28 chance of it landing on a certain someone else who shall not be named but it’s pretty obvious who you don’T want it to land on
your nails dig into the meat of your palm as you watch the bottle intently
you don’t get a chance to continue worrying about the logistics of the situation because jin taps your shoulder again
good
you need a distraction anyways
she spun it really violently so it seems like it’s going to take a while to get there lol
“hEy hey hey i’ll give u a nickel if u tickle my pickle”
you snort immediately and shake your head
“i’ll give you a nickel to shuT up” you reach over to flick his forehead “we met like forty minutes ago but i am confident in saying that you only think with your dick”
“in thAt case would you like to blow my mind?”
chRIST
it neVER ENDS
yoongi sets his beer down slowly when the he realises the bottle is pointing right at him
he swallows thickly
oh boy
his eyes flicker up and he sees jennie looking right at him with bEdroOm eyes
and then he hears you and jin craCking up and he turns his head to look at you guys
…..,.,,.,.
what if jin takes you home tonight
what if jin takes you home tonight
well
FINe
if jin takes you home tonight then he’s allowed to take jennie home tonight
yoongi’s eyes flicker back to jennie and he gestures towards himself before leaning back against one palm “get over here.”
“c’mon now, that one was really good!”
“if you ever approach someone with that line you’re going to get slapped-“ you immediately lose your train of thought when you turn your head to see jennie and yoongi fuLLy going at it
“and that’s 10 seconds!”
yoongi’s the first to pull away and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand
he ain’t gon lie
that was kind of slobbery
her lip gloss is also sickLY sweet
“y/n, you’re the only one who hasn’t spun yet! why don’t you give it a try?” jin nudges your side and you snap out of it and look at the bottle “i know yoongi’s technically supposed to be spinning now but we should give you a shot at it before someone goes twice.”
“oh, i don’t- um, i don’t… i think i might just skip my turn.” you smile nervously
your heart is haMMering away in your chest
there are a million and one thoughts running through your mind right now and the amount of alcohol that’s flowing through your veins probably isn’t helping to calm you down
u just
u really liked yoongi :-(
you’ve had so much fun spending time with him for the past couple of weeks
but obviously you aren’t his type
which is okay! that’s fine
everything’s fine
also
you don’t want to play this game because you don’t want your first kiss to be because of spIN the bottle
“c’mon, y/n. we aren’t getting any younger here, girl!”
“o-okay! okay, i’m- i’ll spin.” you clear your throat before leaning over and grasping the bottle
you give it a good agGREssive spin and watch as it goes round and round and round and round
oh boy
this sucks
you thought he liked u back
like you really REALLy thought he liked you back
he’s just been so nice and sweet to you!!!!!!
well to be fair he kind of has to be nice and sweet to you because you are paying him to fix your verY expensive car
he probably just wanted a faT tip that’s why he’s been so kind
and maybe he only invited you here tonight because you bought lunch for him
also you literally have no experience with situations like this so you can’t assume that he likEs you just because you like him
whatever
you should go for someone like jungkook who’s closer to you in age
well thEre you go again assuming that someone who obviously doesn’t like you likes you
“hey, look at that! it’s your lucky day, y/n!”
you snap out of it aGAIN and look down at the bottle that’s pointing right at
jin
you turn your head to look at him and he immediately flashes you his oh-so-charming smile “get ready for the best 10 seconds of your life, darling”
you immEdiately start to panic when jin reaches up to cup the side of your jaw and your fingers wrap around his wrist tightly
okay
yeah
just go with it
kiss him
he’s a nice guy!!!!! he bought manY drinks for you, he invited you and your friends to his vip room, he’s nice!!!!!
you’re going to give this complete sTRanger your first kiss even though you would much rather give it to yoongi
jin has nice lips though so maybe you can just preTEnd it’s yoo-
“waIT WAIt waIT-“ jin jolts in surprise before his eyes pop open and he blinks at you “i- my lips are chapped.”  
his eyes flicker down to your lips and you feel your cheeks flush when his thumb brushes over your bottom lip “they feel awfully smooth to me.”
he starts leaning in again
and in the corner of your eye you see yoongi leaning in and whispering something into jennie’s ear
she places her hand on his knee and starts sliding it up his thigh
and you don’t know what happens
but you snAp
“what the hell is wrong with you??”
y i k e s
jin’s eyes pop open and he’s about to retaliate but he realises you’re not even looking at him
you’re looking at yoongi
yoongi furrows his brows before scoffing and look around the circle “is this part of the game?” he jokes and there’s like a scAtter of nervous laughter
“i’m-“ you look around the circle as well and swallow thickly
ok
maybe u just embarrassed urself a little bit by your outburst
a couple people are avoiding eye contact with you
namjoon presses his lips together and looks down when you look at him
hoseok is giving you a pity-infused smile
and jungkook
jungkook fell asleep on one of the girls
“i’m- uh, i should go.” you mutter and get up off the ground “soRRy about that, you guys!” you clear your throat and gesture to the bottle “someone else can take my turn!”
“i’ll spin!” jin claps his hands together when a beat of silence goes by “if ya can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen!” he jokes
another round of scattered laughter
at least there’s less awKward tension
you can feel how hot your face is from under your makeup
at least it’s full coverage so no one will ever be able to tell that your face is on FIRE
the chilly air sobers you up a little more as you push the door open
you let out a breath and pull your phone out to call an uber
you just want to go home
wipe all this makeup off
wash your hair
maybe you’ll take a bubble bath
do a face mask
“y/n, wait-“ the momeNT you hear yoongi’s voice all hell breaks loose once again
you are AN G RY
“let gO of me-!” you shove yoongi’s hand off your wrist before whipping around and adjusting your purse on your shoulder with a huff
yoongi immediately raises his hands in defence before he furrows his brows at you “what the hell was that all about?? are you ok-“
“is this just a game to you??”
yoongi blinks at you before scratching the back of his neck
“is… is the game… just a game to me?”
“no i’m not talking about the stUpid game yoongi i’m talking about-“ you pause because you don’t really know hoW to word this without sounding like an obsessive maniac “i don’t understand you! i thought you- you’re just sO fruSTRATING”
yoongi scoffs immEdiately and crosses his arms
“i don’t think you’re allowed to say that when you were the one flirting with jin like craZy”
“i wasn’t- i wasn’t flirting with him!”
“you totALLy were! someone would have to be blind if they thought you weren’t flirting with him!”
“you were the one who literally mADE out with someone else!!!”
“y/n, it was a game-“
“i just don’t think it’s fair that yOU were the one who invited me to this hole in the wall and then yOU go off and start making out with someone else and dancing and-“
“well you know what i am so so sorry for taking you to this grubby hole in the wall!” yoongi snaps and you shut up immediately “you know what, you’re right, i think it’d be better if you just left.”
“i think it’d be better if we just nEver saw each other again!” you snap and cross your arms “we’re compLETE opposites-“
“sounds good to me!!! we’re from two diFFerent worlds so you should heAd back to the land of elitists because i- oh! should i hail a cab for you or is that too gross and poor for little miss spoilt brat??” yoongi’s tone is sO patronising and you’re (this) close to slapping him across the face “what’s the matter?? something doesn’t go your way so the firSt thing you do is sTorm out like a child????”
“excuse me?!” you hiss and shove at his chest “you’re an asshole. you’re an asshole!”
you already feel angry tears prickling at your eyes as you whip around
“fuck, y/n, wait-!”
all you know is that you don’t ever want to see min yoongi ever again and you’d be happy to get in your car and run him over and over and over and ovER agAIN
and suddenly you’re reminded that you don’t have a car to run him over with because your car is in hIS damn SHOP
“y/n, i didn’t mean-“
somehow you manage to cross the street without tripping over yourself and you pick up the pace to get as far away from yoongi as possible
god
what a night
you should’ve stayed home
the moment you step into the penthouse everything just seems to go wrong
your keys fall the ground with a clatter
you nearly trIp and fall flat on your face as you undo your sandals
you toss your clutch onto the couch but it bounces off the pillows and falls to the ground
you head straight to your bedroom and the second you throw yourself onto the bed you burst into tears
you hate everything
everything sucks
min yoongi espeCially sucks
you hate that he,.,.,. he patronised and belittled you like that
you haTe that he made all those comments about you being a spoilt brat because everyone who’s ever been mean to you have made those exact comments and you never thought yoongi would be one of those people
okay look
you don’t want to be one of those rich people but you can’t help it!!!! yes you’ve always had more of a comfortable lifestyle (which is completely out of your control like wtf you didn’t chOOSe to be born into a well-off family) but like.,., at the same time it’s isolated you
throughout elementary school and high school you know for a fact you were invited to all those parties and dinners only because people knew that you’d be the one who’d get them the most expensive presents (you got this one girl a purse from louis vuitton one year and the next year when you got her a bag of gummy bears ((because she liKED guMMY BEARs)) she literally threw them into the bin and you were like??? and then when you apologised and gave her a necklace from tiffany’s she immediately forgave you and you did noT like that vibe) or you’d be the one who was always like “i’ll get the bill!!!! no worries!!!!!!”
and now we’re back to square 1
completely alone
because you’ll never be anything more than little miss spoilt brat who maxes out daddy’s credit card and pouts when she doesn’t get what she wants  
oh my god
you’re going to be become one of those rich old ladies who don’t have anybody to share their huGe mansions with
“hyung? you alright?” jungkook asks meekly
as soon as yoongi ran out after you all of the boys did the same
of course they kept their distance but they heard evErything from your guys’ conversation
and now yoongi’s just standing by the truck
namjoon clears his throat before jingling the keys in his fingers (they fell out of yoongi’s pocket when he ran out) “i’ll drive because i only took that one shot and i’m pretty sure it’s worn off-“
all of a sudden yoongi swINgs his fist and drives it sTraight into the side mirror
hoseok yelps in surprise and jimin immediately slaps a hand over his mouth
the mirror immediately cracks and shatters into pieces before splintering onto the ground
yoongi’s panting slightly as he inspects the damage on boTh the mirror and his fist
droplets of blood splatter onto the floor among the pieces of glass
he clenches his fist and watches as crimson continues to ooze out of the fresh wound
yoongi opens the door and hops into the truck before slamming the door shut
everyone else kinda looks at each other
poor jungkook has gone has white as a sheet of paper because he gets vEry queasy over the sight of blood
“he bent the mirror.” tae squeaks out
he did noT know yoongi was capable of causing that much damage
“everyone get into the truck. now.” namjoon hisses lowly and everyone scuRries to get in
the shards of glass crunch underneath the tires as namjoon pulls out of the parking spot
yoongi stays silent the entire ride back
he doesn’t flinch when namjoon tends to his wounds and literally pulls a thin sliver of glass out from his knuckles
it sTings and burns like hell but it doesn’t show on his face
it’s fine
yoongi knows he deserves the pain.
it has officially been twelve days since the blowout
and yoongi thinks he’s losing his mind
he can’t stop thinking about you
he can’t stop thinking about how your eyes glazed over and your bottom lip trembled
how your voice wavered as you shoved at his chest and called him an asshole
it doesn’t matter
you two would’ve never worked out anyway so maybe this fight was for the best
he just won’T come in to work the day you come and pick your car up
yeah! it doesn’t matter at all
all you are is an entitled trust fund baby who whines when she doesn’t get what she wants and when you dO get what you want it’s simply not enough
but oh
yoongi knows he’s just lying through his teeth when he says that
you’re noT just this one-dimensional princess
there’s more to you than just that
there’s so much more to you
you’re so kindhearted and generous
hE was the one who fucked up
hE was the one who got weirdly insecure and completely lashed out on you
hE was the one who made out with that jennie girl in front of you knowIng that there was something between the two of you even though it had never been established
he knEW that you liked him yet he still pulled all that shit
why?????? WHY?????
anyways
he hasn’t made a move to text or call you because he knows you’re not going to respond to him
he did draft out this long long text message but he ended up deleting it
and he was going to leave a voicemail but it was just really awkward and also he ran out of time
it kept beeping on him before he could finish his speech
he knows he’s the last person you want to hear from right now
yoongi looks down at his wrapped up knuckles and slowly makes a fist
oW
why couldn’t he have punched a piLLOW
yoongi swivels around in his chair when he hears a gentle knock on the door
“what do you want?” he gets straIght to the point and jimin raises a brow before deciding it’s okay to let himself in
“uh, i just need you to sign off on this order.” he places the clipboard on the desk
yoongi’s pen glides over the dotted line quickly and he clicks it before shoving it back into the pen holder
“cool, thanks.” jimin nods and picks the clipboard back up
before he can make it to the door yoongi speaks up again
“can i ask you something?”
jimin turns to glance over his shoulder before he turns all the way so he can face yoongi
he has a feeling he knows where this is going
“you guys heard everything, didn’t you?”
“heard wha-“
“you know what i’m talking about.” yoongi says gently
jimin knows it’s best noT to beat around the bush
after all he doesn’t want to end up like that side mirror
lol
.,,.,too soon?
“um, yes. yes, we heard everything. we didn’t mean to, though, we just ran out because-“
“on a scale from 1 to 10 how badly did i fuck it up with y/n?”
god damnit
he should’ve gotten jungkook to come in here and ask yoongi to sign the sheet
jimin immediately presses his lips together and avoids yoongi’s gaze “with all due respect hyung i really don’t think it’s any of my business-“
“i just need you to be honest with me because i have no idea what to do and i-“
“like a 20. like a colossal 20.” jimin blurts out and offers him a shrug when yoongi stares at him in shoCK
twenty????? TWENTY OUT OF TEN
yoongi lets out a groan and leans back against his chair and he stares at the ceiling fan whirring around and around
he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes and curses to himself
“do you like her?”
“of course i like her, you moron.” yoongi scoffs and shoots him a dirty look
“hey you know what i don’t have to help you if i don’t want to.” jimin starts to get up and yoongi reaches out to grab onto his wrist
he lets out a sigh “i’m… i’m sorry. i know you’re just trying to help, i’m just kiNDa all over the place right now”
jimin plops back down on the seat
“so you like her?”
“as we’ve established already yeS i do like her”
“well why don’t you just tell her that?”
“i don’t… i can’t.” yoongi exasperates and tilts his head back before folding his hands on his stomach
“what do you mean?? it’s obvious she likes you back. or she at least likeD you back. i’m not sure about it with the present situation.”
yoongi gives him a warning look
“i’m not… i’m not for people like her, y’know?”
jimin snorts and leans back against the chair “what’s that supposed to mean? are you from mars? are you not human?”
“not like thAt! she’s supposed to be with like… i don’t know, a businessman or a manager or-“
“you’re a businessman aNd a manager-“
“of a car repair shop, jimin. not like some biG shot car repair shop either.”
“you’re overthinking this big time. i’m not going to sit here and deliver a whole speech about you need to follow your heart and all that bullshit - at the end of the day, y/n obviously likes you for you. so get your head out of your ass and talk to her before it’s too late.”
“what if it’s already too late?”
“trust me, it’s not. knowing y/n she probably would’ve broken into the shop in the middle of the night to get her car back if she never wanted to see you again.”
yoongi can’t help but laugh at the sight of you picking a lock with like a gucci hairpin or something
“…can i clock out early because i helped you?”
“absolutely not.”
you spoon a bite of coco puffs into your mouth and chew slowly
yuck
room temperature cereal is not pleasant
mushy cereal is not pleasant either
would not recommend
0/10
you toss the bowl into the sink carelessly and winCe at the loud clank
oops
you haven’t been up to a lot lately in the past twelve days
you go to class
you go home
you do work
you turn netflix on
you eat dinner
you take a shower
you go to bed
time seems to have meshed together nowadays
you just feel so
..,drained
your phone buzzes on the counter and your heart drops to your stomach when you see the contact name
‘min mechanics’
o no
you’re not ready
you don’t want to talk to him
your finger hovers over the decline button but it seems that your finger has a mind of its own because-
“oh shit-“ you pick the phone up as soon as you hit the accept button “hello?” you clear your throat
“y/n? hey! it’s namjoon.” you can’t help but let out a breath of relief because if it was yoongi who called you would not have known how to react
“joon, what’s up?”
“beeper is ready for you!! we polished him up and everything! you can come pick him up whenever you’d like.”
“…you can’t drive him to my place or anything?”
you hear namjoon let out a sigh from the other end of the phone
“i could do that for you… but i think you and yoongi have some things to talk about.”
“i don’t want to talk to him.” you murmur and namjoon hEars the pout in your voice
“i know you don’t, but you know you need to talk to him. it’s definitely going to be awkward but-”
“i don’t even think he wants me around, namjoon. he said it himself, we’re from two different worlds!” you huff and flop down on your bed
“obviously it’s none of my business but i just… yoongi’s happier when you’re around, y’know? and i know for a fact that he makes you just as happy - it’s pretty obvious you two are… into each other, and i just think it’d suck if you let this bump in the road ruin your relationship with him… he’s stubborn, i know…”
“he said a lot of hurtful things, joon.” you feel your eyes starting to water as you’re forCed to relive the memory “like, a lot of hurtful things.”
“i know he did. i- i don’t know what to say about that but you have to believe me when i say yoongi is not that kind of person. just… please come?”
well
it looks like you don’t have much of a choice because you do need your car back
“…i’ll swing by later, joon.”
you heard namjoon let out a breath of relief “that’s great, y/n, that’s so great. i’ll see you later!”
yes
you will noT regret this
plus you do want to clear the air with yoongi even though you hate confrontation
anD you want to apologise because it wasn’t right for you to freak out like that when he was with that other girl
you guys hadn’t established any kind of relationship so it simply didn’t make sense for you to be all bOO-hooey and-
ooH or you could just get a new car so you never have to see him again
maybe you’ll move to greece
live on a vineyard
start your own wine-making business
enjoy fresh pita and hummus and kalamata olives everyday
noPE
don’t do that
don’t throw money at your problems and expect them to go away (even though you can definitely afford to move to greece)
you are noT that cowardly person anymore
“miss? uh, we’re here.” you look out the window and feel your heart starting to race when you see that familiar sign
min mechanics
ok
it’ll be fine
just go in
find namjoon
find beeper
and get the heCk out of here
it was a mistake to wear your boots today because you are doing the complete OPPOSITE of avoiding attention
click clack click clack clickclackclickclackclickclackclickclack
“hey guys” you smile shyly when you pass by the boys
they’re all working together on a convertible and they all look shoCked that you actually came  
aLL the boys are here
which has to mean that yoongi’s around here somewhere
o god
you’re like three seconds away from getting a heart attack
okay nope
just focus
you push the door open and the bell tinkles
“joon,” you are sO relieved to see namjoon sitting behind the counter “sorry i took so long to get here.”
the door to yoongi’s office is closed
thank god
maybe he didn’t come in today
“it’s all good!” namjoon chirps and pulls out a couple sheets of paper from a file before getting up and placing them on the counter ”how have you been? uh, sign here, and here.”
“i’ve been good! a little busy with studying for finals and all that but either than that i’ve been good.” you nod and click the pen “how about you?”
“i’ve been doing well. i’ve been watching these nature documentaries on netflix-“
“-planet earth?” your hand pauses on the sheet and for the firSt time in twelve days you flash a genuine smile
“planet earth!” namjoon laughs lightly “it’s a great series, i love it.”
it’s a good thing you and namjoon have good small-talking skills otherwise it would just be compLETE silence right now
“okay, there you go.” you set the pen down and namjoon takes the sheets from you and double-checks that you signed everything
“i’ll go and get beeper ready for you! just wait here, i’ll be riGht back.”
“wait but-“ before you know it namjoon walks past you and leaves you aloNE in the office and you start chewing on your bottom lip nervously
maybe you can go hide in the washroom til namjoon comes back
yep
sounds like a good plan-
all of a sudden the office door opens and you feel your heart stop
frICK
“hey namjoon have you seen the- …oh, uh…“
“hi.”
“hey.”
a beat of awkward silence goes by
the tension is sO thick and you’ve never been so uncomfortable in your entire life
“i was just- sorry, i was looking for namjoon.”
“oh, he, um, he’s getting bee- my car, he’s getting my car for me.” you clear your throat and gesture towards the front door
“cool, cool.” yoongi slaps a hand against the frame of the door gently and nods
christ this is awkward
what happened to that small-talking skill girL
“alright, y/n! he’s all set and ready to go!” namjoon sticks his head in and he falters when he registers what’s going on
his eyes flicker in between you and yoongi “oh, sorry, was i interrupting-“
“nO no you weren’t! i’m comIng” you move at lightning speed to get as far away from yoongi as possible  
“y/n wait-“ there’s no way in hell yoongi’s going to let you get away agaIN
he’ll find another dang mirror to punch if he lets that happen
namjoon hands him the keys to beeper along with a notepad “you should probably do the final check on the car instead of me”
“yeah, thanks man.” yoongi tucks the notepad into his back pocket before jogging out
“heY jimin did a really good job with the polishing!” you smooth your hands over beeper’s hood “beeper’s blinDing me-“ you turn around and jump in surprise when you see that it’s yoongi standing behind you and not namjoon “….where’s nam-“
“please shut up for like one second.”
ooOOOKAY
noT the greatest opening line!!!!!!!!!!!!
oof
yikes
…,,.yooF
he’s nERVOUS OKAY
he wasn’t expecting to have to deal with this sO quickly
if he’d had known that you were coming today he would’ve prepared some flash cards or something but this is his chance to just be completely real with you and get everything off his chest
“y/n, i’m sorry. really, i am. i’m not very… good with apologies but this is me trying my best.” he clears his throat and he looks like he’s having a hard time collecting everything that he wants to say to you “all the things i said to you… god, i was a complete asshole and you didn’t deserve any of that. i-i didn’t even mean any of that shit i said, y’know? i think i just… i got all weird and insecure because i saw you with jin and i just… it reminded me that we… we’re… i’m… i mean, i’m a mechanic, for crying out loud. i fix cars for a living and he had a damn gold watch that probably costs more than my rent!! i understand if you don’t ever wanna talk to me again, i totally get it, i wouldn’t wanna see me again either after being spoken to like that but i just needed to say sorry to you to let you know that i really, really didn’t mean a word of what i said. you deserve so much better than me.” yoongi shrugs and scratches the back of his neck “i don’t know. it’s stupid. i’m stupid. i don’t-”
“the only difference between you and jin that i really care about is the fact that i don’t like jin, but i… i like you.” you admit shyly and if your face wasn’t red before it certainLy is now “and it doesn’t matter to me that you’re a mechanic, y’know? i’m sorry, too. i said some things that i didn’t mean either… i really appreciated you asking me to hang out with you and the guys and that place wasn’t even that grubby!! i was just being- i don’t know, i think i just mad at you because you.. dId all that with jennie-“
“-which was the worst kiss of my life if that makes you feel any better-“
“i’ll forgive you if you forgive me?” you suggest and yoongi nods enthusiastically
“i will find a way to make it up to you, i swear.”
“also, you’re a moron.”
“wha- well, yeah, i guess i deserve that but-“
“okay now it’s youR turn to shut up for like one second.” you stick your hand up and yoongi clams up immediately “you’re a moron for worrying that i was going to pick jin over you just because he’s a millionaire-“
“he’s a millionaire-!”
“because i could give leSS of a shit about that! you’re really sweet and kind and i think you’re awfully funny aNd not to mention you’re pretty easy on the eyes-“ okay y/n reel it back a bit lmao “a-anyways yeah that’s- look the point is you shouldn’t be insecure over something as silly as your job..,,. in faCt i think the whole mechanic thing is actually kinda sexy”
oKAY that’s noT reeling it back at ALL BUT GREAT GOD JO B you said what you wanted to say
“also…what the hell happened to your hand?”
oh right
yoongi glances down at his wrapped up hand
should he tell you that he punched a side mirror and had a shard of glass stuck in his knuckles
“eh, don’t worry about it. it was just an accident.” he waves it off
hm
you’ll find out soOner or later
“so-“ yoongi clears his throat “…you like me or you like-like me?” yoongi raises a brow and offers you a cocky smirk and you immediately scoff in response and cross your arms before looking in the other direction
“don’t flatter yourself i was just being nice”
“don’t lie to me now” yoongi steps closer to you and hooks a finger under your chin before turning your head so that you’re facing him “you got anything you wanna ask me?”
your eyes immediately widen
well
yes
you have a question for him of course you have a question for him
hoW do you even approach a situation like this do you just bluRt it out????
“do you, um, do you…” you puff your cheeks out in frustration and immediately divert your gaze to the ground
you start toeing at the ground nervously (which is something you haven’t done since you were like 12) while your fingers tug at the hem of your blouse
“like… i-i just… do you… do you like me? …back? do you like me back?” you finAlly get it out of your system and you feel like your entire face is on fire “it’s just… sometimes i get the feeling that you like me and other times i get the feeling that you’re just being friendly and i’ve never really, y’know, i don’t have a lot of experience with this kinda stuff so i just need you to tell me straight up if you like me back or if i’m just being delusional…”
“what do you mean by not having a lot of experience with ‘this kinda stuff’? you mean going out and getting something you want by yourself?” yoongi teases and your cheeks flush even further
wow
now that you two have forgiven each other it seems like he’s reverteD back to his usual self
yoongi likes this
this is a fun game
obviously you’re used to getting what you want with the snap of your fingers
and yoongi is a firm believer in the idea that in order to get what you want you gotta work hard
you gotta put in the effort!!!!
yeah suRe he knows that you like him just as much as he likes you (and thaT gets him super excited)
but he’s not going to give in to you that easy
no no
if you want him you better shoW him that you want him
“well yes buT also i meant like… boy-related experiences? i dunno” god this is humiliating
you hATE this
if you could turn back time you wouldn’t have brought this shit up in the first place you should’ve just hoPPEd into beeper and nyOOmed out of the garage “i haven’t even had my first kiss yet so like- look just teLL me if you like me back or not because i’m about to lose my-“  
“wait- you’ve never been kissed?” yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion and he tilts his head
how is that possible
how is it possible that you’ve never been kissed
ok well
now he feels a little bad for dragging this whole thing out
and also
he’s never seen you so… insecure? before
you can’t even look him in the eye
“are you kidding me?”
what the heck!!!!!!!!!!!
of course he likes you!!!!!
he’s liked you from day one!! when you walked in with your leather booties and your heart-shaped sunglasses and your little ‘hellooOOOoOo’
he liked you even more when you shoved your clobbered side mirror into his chest and insisted he fix your car right now immediately
and he liked you even even more when jungkook was straight up flexing in front of you but all you were paying attention to was him with your bottom lip tucked in between your teeth and your cheeks all pink and rosy
that was for him
all for him
“well you don’t have to say it like thAt” you grumble and reach up to scratch at the back of your neck “look thiS was stupid just forget i said anythi-“
“i like you back. i definitely like you back.” yoongi admits casually as he scribbles something on his little notepad
“you- oh. okay.”
ok
you didn’t think thiS far ahead
what’s your next move
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
“so what are you gonna do about it?” yoongi tucks his notepad into his pocket and crosses his arms before looking at you expectantly
uHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
he pokes his tongue into his cheek and tilts his head when you continue to stand there and stare at him blankly like a deer in headlights “ah. so you’re not going to do anything about it. alright.” he sighs and turns to head back to the office “i’m just going to bring namjoon back out here and he’ll take care of-“
and before you know it you’re grabbing onto his wrist and yanking him back and-
yoongi feels like his heart is about to explode when you pull him down and press your lips against his
his eyes flutter shut and he places his hands on your hips and gives you a gentle squeeze
your arms are wrapped loosely around his neck and you pull away with flushed cheeks
oh god
u just kissed yoongi
thAt was your first kiss
mission success!!!!!!!!!
“…there, i did something about it” you grumble and puLL your arms back
and then it hits you
oh my god i just kissed yoongi and woW his lips are like supEr soft and he tastes like cherry which makes sense because he loves those lollipops-
“you’re so cute.” yoongi laughs and nudges you back til you’re sitting on beeper’s hood
you’re pretty sure you’re not supposed to be sitting on beeper
“what are you doing? i-“
you know what you could care leSS about beeper because yoongi’s kiSsing you!!!! again!!!
AGAIN!!!!!!!!!
:~)
you have your fingers curled up in yoongi’s jumpsuit as you kiss him back and you let out a little whimper
yoongi’s thumbs circle your kneecaps before they drag a cheEky trail up the inside of your thighs
he squeezes your thighs and encourages you to open them wide enough so that he can stand in between them
“you good?” he mutters against your lips and you nod quickly and pull him closer
goD you’re so CUTE
he’s so soft for you it’s insane
he pulls your hand away from his jumpsuit and brings it up so that you can wrap your fingers around the nape of his neck
you immediately slide your hand up and tangle your fingers into his soft locks “there you go”
yoongi pulls away from you and revels in the small whimper that you let out
god
aren’t you a vision
your lips are swollen and glossy and your eyes are all blown out and your cheeks are warm and rosy
all that just from a little bit of kissing
“why’d you stop?” you pout and tug at his wrist
“you’d pass out if i continued.” he smirks and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear “and it appears we have an audience, don’t we?” he gets a little louder towards the end of his question and you immediately twist around to look behind you
sure enouGH the boys are all crouched behind a truck staring at the two of you like a bunch of PERVS
they immediately break off and pretend like they weren’t just watching you guys maKe out with each other
jungkook and taehyung bump into each other in their rush to head back to their stations and you snort at the sight
you turn back to face yoongi
“it was probably a good thing we were interrupted” yoongi leans down and gives you another quick kiss before helping you off the hood of the car
“what makes you say that?”
“i was fully ready to go down on you on top of-“
“bEEPER??” you gasp in mock horror and slap your hands over the top of beeper’s hood “you were going to defile me on top of my own car??”
“i mean…” yoongi shrugs before nodding
take you over the hood of your car?
heck yeah he would
he’d take you over the hood of anY car
“don’t listen to him beeper,.,.,. i’d neVer do that to you…”
if yoongi didn’t know any better it’d probably be safe to say that you might be a little tOo in love with beeper
yoongi is a busy man
he has a lot of cars he has to patch up and a lot of parts he has to put together
but uh
making out with u in the driver’s seat of his truck is a much better way to pass the time
he’ll just get the others to take care of the parts for him later
“u know i’m supposed to be replacing a muffler right now…” yoongi lifts his face and brushes his lips against yours teasingly
you can’t help but grin when you pull away slightly and yoongi squeezes your waist in warning
“u know that sounds like a you problem” your nose nudges against his and yoongi tilts his head upwards to kiss you again
since the two of you made up and forgave each other you’ve been visiting the shop moRe than three to four times a week
you practically live at the shop now
and yoongi doesn’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing
on one hand he likes having you around and he likes getting to kiss u whenever he wants
but on the other hand
it’s vEry distracting having you around and getting to kiss u whenever he wants because he aLways wants to kiss you
another bAd thing
whenever he kisses you the others get all oOoOooohHHhHhhh and yoongi is always so tempted to hurl a wrench at all of them
anyways
yoongi’s on his lunch break (that ended twenty minutes ago) and he decided to sneak you into his truck that’s parked in the back alley
his lips move with yours slowly and he revels in the little whimper that leaves you when he nips at your bottom lip
you’re acting extra cute for somE reason
and you look extra cute too
you’re wearing a pretty floral romper paired with your faVourite boots and once again you will never admit to anybody that it took you an hour and a half (you’re getting better) to throw it on
you decide that you’re going to be bold today and you find your hands slowly sliding down yoongi’s chest til they reach the buckle of his belt
yoongi reaches down quickly and wraps his slim fingers around your wrist before offering you a smirk and a tilt of his head “someone’s a little eager, no?”
“don’t you want me?” you push your bottom lip out in a pout and yoongi leans in to give you a lil peck
“course i do.” he chuckles lowly before raising a brow “but how about we start off with something more mild, hm?” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before his fingers glide down your jaw and he hooks one under your chin
“like what?” you lean down a little and nip at his fingers playfully and yoongi has never felt more fuckiGn endeared in his life
“do you trust me?”
“course i do.” you drape your arms around his shoulders
“alright, let’s just get you settled right here…” he lifts you up off his lap and onto his right leg instead
his.,., thigh?
you separate your legs so each knee settles on the leather seat on either side of his clothed thigh
ur not..,,.s ure what’s going on right now
but it’s once you get comfortable that you begin to feel the friction
“now what do i- oH-“ you gasp noisily when yoongi’s leg presses upwards and suddenly you spaSm a bit of out of surprise  
tingles shoot up your spine and your fingers twitch slightly on yoongi’s chest
“that feel good?”
“i- i’m not sure yet.” you blink down at yoongi’s thigh and he can’t help but laugh
“need me to help?”
“that would be ideal, yes.”
“well, it’s pretty easy. you just-“ he places his hands on your waist and pushes you back and imMediately you feel another spark of pleasure “and then you come this way,” he pulls you back and flexes his thigh underneath you and you let out a little hiccup
how..,,.intriguing
eventually you get the hang of things
you’re kinda doing it on your own but yoongi’s still guiding you back and forth a little
“that’s it, doll, just like that,” yoongi breathes out, his grip tightening on your waist as he helps you ride his leg
he leans back against the seat and watches you with hooded eyes as you continue to get yourself off on his thigh
your romper and your panties are botH very thin so you can just feel the rough fabric of yoongi’s jeans rubbing up against you
you’re not going too hard but you’re not going too soft either
yoongi swallows thickly because now he has a pretty good picture of what you’d look like riding his c-
“christ-“ you gasp as yoongi raises his leg and pushes riGht up into you as he leans in and attaches his mouth to your neck
“now does it feel good?” he murmurs against you and you gasp and wrap your fingers around the nape of his neck
you can’t even describe how amazing this feels and all your thoughts are just white noise because holy shit this feels so good
you nod quickly and let out a whimper when you feel another wave of pleasure tremor through your body
god
you’re so soft n warm
and so submissive
“yoongi, please...” you don’t even know what you’re pleading for here but that’s all that’s able to come out of your mouth
he looks down and groans quietly when he notices the damp patch on his jeans
“oh,” yoongi coos mockingly, “you sweet thing, you... i wanna wreck you.”
you let out a whine and press your forehead against his shoulder as you continue grinding down on his thigh
your desperation pulls a low moan from yoongi’s throat and he shifts underneath you
“there you go, baby… such a good girl…”
look
you’re not entirely sure what happened here
but somehow you shifted from yoongi’s thigh to yoongi’s crotch
and yoongi just wanted to make this about you so he also doesn’t know how this happened but boY is he glad it happened
you’re literally going to make him cream his pants like a overly-hormonal 14 year old boy and he hasn’t done that in a long loNG TIME but you know what he does noT mind
“ah, fuck-“ yoongi growls and clenches his jaw as his calloused fingers dig into your supple flesh as you continue grinding down on him
you know how yoongi mentioned earlier he had a rough idea of what you’d look like riding him
well now he has a really reALLY clear idea of what you’d look like riding him
he can tell you’re close by the way your breathing has gotten heavier and your cheeks have become more flushed
and he is definitely going to keep this image of you tucked in his brain for safekeeping
you grow dizzy from pleasure and all of your senses are in ovErdrive and all you can think of is yoongi yoongi yoongi yooNGi
“yoonGi, i think i- nngh, yoongi-!“ yoongi’s hand slides up your thigh and curves your waist before he’s gripping at your ass to mould you to him
“look at you, you pretty little thing,” yoongi groans when your hips stutter
you’re driving him absolutely wild  
“lemme hear you, doll, nice n loud for me-“
yoongi is panting because goddamN you really seem like you want him to come before you  
he can bArely keep it together but there’s no way he’s going to come first
he pushes you down on him and lifts his hips up at the same time and you throw your head back with a breathless moan
“i-i- oh, t-that feels really- hAh-“ yoongi sucks a hickey into your skin and continues forcing you down on him
“you have no idea how badly i wanna be inside of you-“ he growls lowly and that does the trick
your toes curl as you’re finaLLY pushed over the edge and you swear you see black dots in your vision, whimpering through your release  
the sound of you gasping his name out and the sight of you trembling above him is what eventually gets to yoongi and he curses to himself as he reaches his high and gasps your own name in return
you feel a warm gush from underneath you and your eyes widen at the wet spot on yoongi’s crotch area
he gives you a few final thrusts before he slides his hands down from your waist so that they rest on the tops of your thighs  
you’re still breathing heavily as you lean down to press your forehead against his
“hi.” yoongi grins and gives u a little kiss and you immediately shy away from him and he feels his heart practically exploDe in his chest
“hi.” you murmur as you keep your gaze on the silver chain around his neck
you reach down to fiddle with it because you don’t know whaT to do now
yoongi reaches up and hooks a finger underneath your chin so that he can finally catch your gaze “you okay?”
you nod shyly and feel your cheeks flush again
“what’s gotten into you, hm?” yoongi teases and leans in to give you another quick kiss “ya can’t get all shy on me now when you were humping me like a rabbit in heat literally thirty seconds ago”
“yOoNgI”
“no but really!! what’s up?”
“i just like u a lot” you admit and your nose scrunches
yoongi grins and feels his heart skip a beat
he reaches up and pinches your nose and you immediately scowl and flick his hand away
“i like you too, doll.”
out of all the mechanic shops in the city
you are vEry happy that beeper decided to run out of gas a minute away from min mechanics
:-)
so
here’s the deal
you asked yoongi to teach you how to change a tire and he was understandably vEry confused because on a list of things that you would never want to do he thinks it’s pretty safe to assume that ‘change a tire’ is on that list
he told you that if you ever got a flat tire all you’d need to do is call him and he’d come to save the day
but you defended your decision saying that you thought it was good for you aND it was an important life skill
because it is!!!! kinda??
for someone who was very adamant on learning how to change a tire you don’t seem to be paying much attention to the actual changing of the tire
“remember? righty tighty, lefty loosie.” yoongi places his hands over yours and helps you turn the wrench
he has a hand placed on your waist as he hovers over you from behind and your mouth tugs up in a subtle smirk when you feel him push himself against your bum (it wasn’t on purpose though because he’s just trying to get that lug nut loose since it’s screwed in real tight)
“righty loosie lefty tighty i got it”
.,.,,.,.,he’s sure you’ll figure it out eventually
“i’ll be back in twenty minutes to check up on you!”
“wait but don’t you wanna stay here to watch-“
“twenty minutes!” you scowl as you watch yoongi head back to the office
what the heCK
your plan has been foiled
you didn’t actually want to have to change aLL the tires!!!!!!!
you nearly fall flat on your ass when you give give the next lug nut a firm yaNk
aLas nothing happens
you don’t know how you’re supposed to change four tires when you can barely handle four lug nuts
aH
maybe if you put some grease around them they’ll be easier to unscrew
wow
you’re a genius
“did you manage to change all the-“
oh
now yoongi knows why you like it when he has smudges of grease all over his hands and his face
you’re gloWing from the exertion of changing tires and your (his) shirt is riding up a bit because you tied it up into a little knot
and he didn’t notice this earlier but your butt looks reALLy good in those jeans
“i did it! i changed every single tire on my own!!!” you wipe your hands on the rag before giving one of the tires a firm kick “look at these bAd boys! c’mon c’mon give me another set of tires to change that was so FUN” you bounce up and down on excitedly
you reach up to wipe your cheek with the back of your hand
“you should take a break and join me in my office!” yoongi takes your hand and starts dragging you towards the office
ya he’s 110% going to go down on you in his office
“or-“ you pull back a little and make him stop walking “oR you can give me another set of tires to change and you can go back to your office?”
yoongi freezes
.,,.what?
“you… you want to change more tires?”
“mhm!!”
“but i just- you don’t wanna go into my office?”
“why would i want to go to your office? there are no tires for me to change there.”
“.,,.go talk to hoseok to see if he has any cars for you to-“
“okAY BYE”
o god
he’s created a monster
ah
finals season
a wonderful time where students are forced to coop themselves up and build fortresses out of their notes and textbooks
you’re not sure how you survived through your finals considering you had like fiVe of them
but the point is
you are DONE
you’re finally done!!!!! you’re FREE
a downside to finals (adding to the other many maNy downsides of finals) is that you forced yourself to stay away from yoongi (and u made him promise not to come see you even tho he really reaLLy wanted to come see you) because you didn’t want to be distracted and min yoongi is a big big distraction
which means you haven’t seen yoongi in nearly two weeks
you’ve texted him and you’ve called him but the phone calls are brief and the text messages are short because time is precious when it comes to exams!!!!
it might not seem like it but you are (surprisingly) vEry studious
yoongi called u a nerd when he face-timed you one night and you were wearing your thick reading glasses because your eyes were starting to give up on you from like 6 hours of staring at your laptop  
“heLLooOOoooo” yoongi perks up when he hears a very familiar voice
he pokes his head up over the raised hood of the car
ah
theRE you are
yoongi grins from ear to ear when he sees you bouncE excitedly into the shop like a little bunny
once you spot him your eyes liGHT UP
“yoongi!!!!!!!!! i missed u!!!!!”
“yeah, baby? you missed me?” yoongi tosses the rag over his shoulder “how much did you miss me?” he teases and wraps an arm around your waist before pulling you closer
“missed you a whole lot.” you breathe out and your eyes flicker down to the lollipop in his mouth
“how were your finals?”
“they were good…” you’re barely paying attention to what yoongi’s saying because all you can focus on is how slick n red yoongi’s lips are
and then
a lightbulb appears above your head
“that’s great! i’ll take you out for ice cream as soon as i-“
you yank the lollipop out of his mouth and yoongi squawks in surprise
and then you’re wrapping your lips around the bright red sweet in a manner that seems far from innocent “what flavour is this?” you hum around the lollipop
yoongi’s mouth goes dry and he swallows thickly “cherry, i-i think. cherry.”
you pull it out from your lips with a pop and stick it back into yoongi’s mouth “i like strawberry more.” you wiggle out of his grip before patting his cheek “alright, i’ll leave you alone now!”
“oh nO you don’t-“ yoongi’s hand darts out and he grabs onto your wrist before tugging you backwards “what makes you think you can get away with doing something like that so easily???”
“because you like me and ur not going to do anyThing about it” you giggle when his fingers dig into your sides playfully
yoongi pauses and raises a brow at you
“…is that a challenge?”
“you tell me” you shrug innocently
you know
you should really learn to keep your mouth shut sometimes
or maybe not
because you’re in a preTty nice situation right now
“you’ll stay nice n quiet for me, won’t you, doll?” yoongi hums against your neck
your skin burns with his touch as he slides his hand over the tops of your thighs before he’s nudging your knees apart so he can settle in comfortably
“no promises.” you giggle softly when you feel his hands sliding underneath your sundress
yoongi pauses all of a sudden and you’re abOUt to retract your statement but then-
“gimme a sec. i’ll be back.”
o
ok
you hear him leave the room and close the door behind him and you start swinging your legs back n forth
and then you stop
oh god
you hope he’s not like.,.,,. puniShing you or anything
he’s not mean enough to leave you high and dry like this right
.,,.,.,.right
yoongi shuts the door behind him as he comes back in
he’s hiding something behind his back
“whatcha got there?”
he takes your chin in between his pointer finger and his thumb and then he taps your bottom lip gently with his thumb “open.”
you part your lips slightly
yoongi slides a lollipop into your mouth and you immediately hum contently
peaches and cream!!!!!!!!
needless to say the lollipop actually does a pretty solid job at keeping you quiet
well
kinda
yoongi might have to pull out his spare bandana or something for extrA reinforcements but he’s kind of preoccupied right now
yoongi’s tattooed arm wraps around your middle and he has a hand gripping your hip as he presses you flush to him
“yoOngi- oh, god, yoongi-“ you gasp
he buries his face in your neck before starting to kiss and suck marks into your skin
“so fucking tight-“ yoongi grunts and you nEarly crunch down on the lollipop when he hits that golden spot
“mmpH-“ you suck exTra hard around the lollipop when yoongi picks up the pace
you can barely keep yourself up
you’re tempted to just floP down on the desk and let him have you like that
each snap of his hips against your lower back is more powerful than the next
ur literally going to break a tooth this lollipop thing was not a good idea
you yank it out of your mouth and it drops to the desk with a clatter
also it was making you drool big time and you don’t know if that’s a particularly sexy look or not
honestly you’re pretty sure yoongi doesn’t care whether you’re loud or not because yOU could care less about your volume
“f-fuck, yoongi,” your eyes roll to the back of your head when yoongi’s hand slithers in between your legs “oh, my god-“ your knuckles turn white as you grip the sides of his desk
“too loud, baby,” yoongi smirks as he nips at your shoulders gently
“s-sorry, ‘m sorry- nngh-“ you can feel his stomach muscles clenching against your back and that only spurs you on
“you gonna cum for me, hm?” you can hear the strain in his voice and you can’t help but feel a liTTle cocky now that you know you have just as much of an effect as he has on you
“c’mon, be a good girl n cum for me…” he rasps against the shell of your ear and that’s all it takes for you to completely loSe it
you immediately slump against the desk as your arms give out
you’re a whimpering mess as yoongi continues fucking you through your orgasm
his hand falls from in between your legs to grip your hip again and he presses soothing kisses along your back
“i wouldn’t suggest going in there if i were you.” namjoon warns as jimin approaches the door to the general office
“why not? and why.,.,. are you sitting out here instead of at the counter.,,.,.”  
“why do you think?”
“yoOngi- oh, god, yoongi-“
jimin gawks and yanks his hand away from the door handle as if it shOcked him “do- do they know we’re all still here???”
“yep.” namjoon hums nonchalantly and flips to the next page of his book “just give ‘em some time.”
“how muCH time??”
“i think half an hour will suffice.”
“by the sounds of it it seems like they’re going to want more than half an hour.” jimin mutters  
okay
you’re pretty sure jungkook was a serial killer in his past life
“sTOP IT yOU PSYCHOPATH” you shriek and make your fouRth round sprinting around the garage
jungkook cackles with glee behind you as he continues pointing the electric drill at you and pushing down on the trigger
you haven’t looked behind you but you can heAR the vRRRt vRt vRRRRTttTTT and you are scared out of your MIND
you made an offhand comment about how you feel like you should start working out and jungkook graciously offered to help you with some cardio
but you didn’t know what would mean him chasing you around the garage threatening to drill a hole into your head
and at first it was funny but now you genuinely think he wants to screw you (not like thAt)
“ooF-“ you stumble riGht into yoongi’s chest and you would’ve fallen flat on your ass had he not reached out and grabbed onto you
“what the hell are you doing??? that’s so dangerous!” yoongi snaps as jungkook finally catches up to you “if you’re going to waste your time by goofing off i’ll make you stay extra late to clean the washrooms - and that goes the same for you, miss ‘i need to finish my essay’.”
uM
why are you getting scolded??? you don’t even woRK here
maybe they’re all psychopaths and its just taken you a while to notice
“oh pLease like you weren’t goofing off earlier” jungkook grumbles and hands the drill over to yoongi
“what are you talking about?”
“don’t act like you weren’t fucking y/n into next week like two hours ago-“
yoongi gives him a warning look and-
vRT VRT
jungkook screeches
ok ya that was not enjoyable now he can see why you were so terrified
“yOoOooooonGGGGGiiiIiI-“
“y/n, i’m really, really busy right now” yoongi points out as he gestures to all the parts lying around him
“i know, but i need you to come here for a sec!!!!” he can SEE how big your pout is even though you’re halfway across the garage
“can’t you wait for like another 20 minutes-“
“pLeEEeEEeeeEEAAaaAaaASssSssEEEEe-“
yoongi lets out a huff and rolls his eyes playfully because he’s pretty sure you’re not going to cut it out if he doesn’t go over to you right now
hoseok snorts when he sees you pull out the puppy dog eyes
“you go take care of that, i’m sure we’ll survive without you for five minutes”
cLAnK
yoongi and hoseok both whIp their heads around to the source of the sound and jungkook’s standing there with a sheepish smile on his face
he just dropped a fuel filter it’s not a big deal
“alright, i’ll be right back.” yoongi tosses the rag over his shoulder before jogging over to you
“what’s up?”
you flip to the next page of the magazine without looking up at yoongi
“i’d like a lollipop please.”
//……r u kidding
yoongi’s eyes flicker to the office door “…you’re like 10 steps away from the office. i was halfway across the garage.”
you put the magazine down and pout up at him “please? strawberry, preferably.”
yoongi narrows his eyes at you and crosses his arms “why am i doing this for you again?”
“because you like me” you respond simply and shrug casually
“ah, i guess you got me there.” he leans down and you grin exciTedly because u always like kissing yoongi
you instinctively lean up and purse your lips
but you’re moRe than surprised when he doesn’t kiss you but hovers over your mouth instead
“you have feet. get one for yourself.” he murmurs lowly
he gives your top lip a gentle little kith before patting your cheek and heading back to the boys
wha-
okay noW you’re definitely getting your dad to sue min mechanics
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kokorobloom · 6 years
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GOT7 Fan-fic. Rec.
 So, since I’ve read like 80% of fics in the Got7 fandom, I though I’d do a fic rec, to help you (potential reader) and so that I finally can have a list of my favorite fics. These are not all the fics I’ve read, just the first ones that came to my mind. Also most of it consist of JJP, but I will add more pairings as I go! This list is not yet complete, I’m working on completing it, it just takes a lot of time to search for these fics. None of these fics are mine, all credits go to the amazing authors! The only things that are mine, are the little reviews after each fic! Good read! :)
M = Mature / Explicit W = Trigger Warning ♡ = fave
                                           !still under editing!
Jaebum / Jinyoung
* M - Anteroom by minhyukie
Summary: How do you act around your ex with your child in the other room? It’s been almost a year and a half, and Jinyoung has yet to figure it out.
Review: soooo goood!! It’s extremely angsty but its so worth it! The growth of the character is portrayed really well, the side characters are awesome and such an important part of everything, I loved it so much! Also kid!yugyeom is always a plus! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
*M - Jaebum’s Color Theory by pepijr
Summary: Jinyoung is a film studies professor trying to get promoted and Jaebum does his best to help.
Review: Alright, in this one Jaebum is the cutest but dumbest human being. Like he’s really dense but it’s so on point and it’s so lovable it’s unreal. Everything is perfect about this one.♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ 
*M - Meet The Parents by pepijr
Summary: Jinyoung loves Jaebum, and Jaebum loves him back, but a single note makes him question everything.
Review: It’s a continuation of Jaebum’s Color Theory, thank god the author has decided to bless us with more of this universe! It’s still ongoing but it’s just as good as the first one if not better! ♡♡♡♡♡♡
*M - The Park Family Recipe by pepijr
Summary: Jaebum and Jinyoung meet after six years with a lot more baggage than they remember.
Review: Another single dad!Jinyoung au (well kinda, Hyunjin is his little brother but he takes care of him). Jinyoung has a lot of problems but orphan!Jaebum is ready to fight for the family he choose. 
*M - bdsm quiz by okjb
Summary: jjp take a bdsm quiz and come to some interesting self-discoveries
Review: this one is pure smut lol
*M - Nora’s Dairies by pepijr
Summary: In which Nora makes sure that Jinyoung and Jaebum meet in every life.
Review: ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
*M - Take All Of Me by fishcake
Summary: It has bothered Jaebum since the day he could comprehend it.
Review: We need more omega!Jaebum in our life. ♡♡
* M - bloom by subsequence
Summary: Jaebum may have learned to accept his role as future king, but accepting this new role — the thought makes him sick to his stomach.If he could have, Jaebum would have chosen any other way to present as an omega.(Or: Omegaverse Arranged Marriage AU featuring Princes!JJP and a cast of loudmouth extras.)
Review: So good???? Like this one is right up my ally, I just fucking love everything about this one. Seriously, do yourself a favor and read it. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
* M - Playboy by comingbacktoyou
Summary: Jaebum's intentions are obvious. Jinyoung doesn't get the hint.
Review: HOLY HOLY OH MY. Jaebum is a producer who's desperate for dick, Jinyoung is a new artist acting all prude bUT JUST WAIT FOR IT. Cute Markson in the bg. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
* M - The Tiger and the Duke by foxxing
Summary: Im Jaebum is the richest man in the country under forty, content to mess around and skirt the headlines as a cutthroat businessman and casual playboy. Park Jinyoung is a graduated English Literature major, content with (in Jackson's words) his boring life working at a restaurant and writing poetry. When their worlds collide over a spilled cup of coffee, Jinyoung learns there's a lot more to life than the secrets of his past and the safety of library books.
Review: This one is literally a JJP classic. Long af but sooo worth the read. The characters really just grow on you, even if they are dumb af sometimes :( also GREAT SMUT
* M - Wilder by Sugarbowl
Summary: Newly graduated, Jinyoung is determined to try new things. New parties, new boys, and when Mark asks for a favor, even volunteering as a counselor at summer camp. But new experiences can get complicated, and he quickly finds himself a little out of his depth.
Review: Another classic. I live for the sex scene in at the end. Jaebum is confused and doesn't know how to stand up for himself and Jinyoung is jealous af but also kind of insecure. But they make a great pair together :'). ALSO great smut (!), awesome Markson and cute af Yugbam plus a bunch of great Kpop cross overs (!!).
* M - Charade by Sugarbowl
Summary: Jaebum and Jinyoung walk parallel paths in many ways, but Jaebum isn't interested in their intersection. Jaebum struggles to support his young son on his own, while everything seems to come easy for wealthy, charming Jinyoung. But when they're forced to partner for a project, Jaebum finds himself a bit more willing, and much more in need.
Review: Another great fic by Sugarbowl. It's still ongoing but this fic is so beautiful. Both Jaebum's and Jinyoung's feelings are portrayed extremely well and the way they come together is beautiful. Plus kid!Yugyeom is adorable. ♡♡
* M - Citation by KingJackson
Summary: When the one book he needs for an important term paper has to remain in the campus library, Jinyoung catches the eye of Jaebum, a library assistant.
Review: Another classic. Jinyoung is dumb af in this fic, I literally was on the verge of screaming while reading this. But luckily Jaebum is soft af, so everything works out in the end :DD Great smut is always a plus! ♡
* M - Flux by foxxing
Summary: Jinyoung doesn't love him back.
an AU where jaebum and jinyoung have been best friends for their entire lives, and where jaebum has always been irrevocably in love with him but somehow, jinyoung just doesn't seem to get it.
Review: Another fic that makes me scream. LIKE SERIOUSlY WTF. My heart ached so much during this fic :( But as always everything works out but man, this was an emotional ride for me. ♡
* M - Compas Calling by Sugarbowl
Summary: Prince Jinyoung is destined for a lifetime of luxury, until he's shoved in a trunk and accidentally abducted. Im Jaebum clawed his way out of poverty to captain a pirate ship and... not much else, actually. Jinyoung could be his first real treasure, if Jaebum could just figure out how holding someone for ransom actually works.
Review: BEST FUCKING FIC OF THE CENTURY DO YOU HEAR ME I'VE RE-READ THIS ONE SO MANY TIMES IT'S THE BEST OMG ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
* M - A certain Romance by foxxing
Summary: By day, he's a top-rated babysitter. By weekends he's an x-rated escort. These things are generally kept separate, until the day his weekend regular gets his phone number by recommendation and calls for an emergency babysitter. The problem is that Jaebum doesn't know that Junior the escort is also Jinyoung the babysitter.
In which Jaebum and Jinyoung know each other in the biblical sense but maybe want to get to know each other, too.
Review: okay this fic is like really hot and kid!yugyeom is back at it with being adorable :')♡♡
* Unless by gotchick
Summary: jaebum had always been mark's best friend, while jinyoung was mark's kid brother. (high school au)
Review: Really cute au, the progress of growing up is portrayed well and realistically. (Spoiler! Honestly I live for the scene where JB throws a pillow on Jinyoung's surprise boner to save him :'DD )
* M - Wildcat by foxxing
Summary: No one really talks about it, but it's a well known secret that Jaebum’s real vice is racing cars. Dangerous and incredibly illegal, street racing is the one thing Jaebum is good at (besides being the nation’s first pain in the ass) and has never been caught for. How he does it, nobody knows: Jaebum's been caught for drugs, for stealing, for fighting, but it seems like the one thing the police can never pin him down for is the one thing he loves the most.
He represents everything that Jinyoung can't stand, and Jinyoung hates him.
Review: this is some A+++++ smut right here. ♡
* W - the grandfather paradox by symmetrophobic
Summary: Jaebum locks himself in a cyclic normalcy of work, home, life, and the two people he now loves most in the world- his husband Jinyoung and six-year-old son Yugyeom. So when a mysterious teenager shows up in his life and messes all that up, to say that he's just a little displeased by the change would be an understatement. But Jaebum soon discovers there's more to this quiet, truthful boy than meets the eye, and knows that he has just about four days to find out why.
Review: Amazing fic, but my heart hurts so bad :(((((((((
* M - Prove it by Got7hearts
Summary: For as long as he can remember Jaebum has always been there, protecting him and taking care of him like the big brother he never had so what happens when Jaebum is pronounced an alpha and Jinyoung an omega and the air between the two suddenly shifts.
Review: Great A/B/O fic and hot af smut!
* Of duchebags and pretty boys by schoetheisrealaf
Summary:  "Dear Dog Biscuit, Since you seem unable to understand the sign that clearly indicates that this parking space is to be exclusively used by the staff of this facility, I’ll kindly explain it to you again: Until you’re an employee of the state who works his ass off for society only to get shit wages and the worst working hours you CAN’T USE THIS PARKING LOT, SO FUCK OFF! Apart from that, have a nice day. PS.: I hope you don’t have sex for a year. :)"
OR
You steal my parking spot all the time and I was just heading out to leave a strongly worded note under your windshield wiper but oh no you're hot AU Starring Jinyoung the kindergarten teacher and Jaebum the (arrogant yet dorky) business man
Review: I JUST LOVE THIS FIC IT'S SO CUTE OK?!?♡♡♡♡♡♡
* M - lagoon by gotchick
Summary: in elegant terms, jaebum is jinyoung's sponsor. in inelegant terms, he's jinyoung's sugar daddy.
* M - Walls of Glass by hakka is_shadow, katamari
Summary: The city's social structure is firm and unyielding--Alphas at the top, Betas in the middle, and Omegas as pliant, broken servants to the Alphas. When Im Jaebum, the heir of an old Alpha family suddenly finds his social position flipped, he's thrown into a world of intrigue, deceit, and as the very unwilling servant to an even more unwilling Park Jinyoung.
Review: OK SO THIS IS LIKE ONE OF THE BEST WRITTEN FIC IN THIS FANDOM. LIKE THE UNIVERSE IS SO WELL MADE AND THE PROGRESS OF JJP RELATIONSHIP MAKES MY HEART SWELL UP WITH LOVE ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
* Come Soflty (to Me)  by Sugarbowl
Summary: Jinyoung is new in town, and Jaebum is trouble. 50's AU
* M - Spoor by maledict
Summary: It wasn’t odd, to present so late, but that wasn’t the problem.
Review: I don't like to read canon fics, but this one was a great one.
* an apple a day by moonlikeyou
Summary: Doctor Park Jinyoung, star of Seoul Medical Centre's paediatric department, is used to being treated by nothing less than starry-eyed adoration and respect. So, its no surprise that when Im Jaebum, a surgeon with maddeningly pretty twin moles, kicks him out of "his" operating room, Jinyoung gets a little mad.
Okay, maybe more than a little mad. But it's all Im Jaebum's fault anyway.
Review: DOCTOR!AU. CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
* M - Taint Me by Got7hearts
Summary: Jinyoung is seventeen when he falls in love with Jaebum, who is eight years older than him.
Review: Jaebum with piercing. That's it. ♡♡
*M - This Christmas (I'll give you my heart) by schoetheisrealaf
Summary: Jaebum and Jinyoung have a fight at the supermarket in the morning. Jaebum and Jinyoung find out they're arranged to be married in the evening. Jaebum and Jinyoung fall in love, but only in time.
OR
Shouting match over the last Christmas goose at the grocery store AU
Review: This is super cute. Best while listening to Confession. :'3
* M - Smoke and Mirrors by hakkais_shadow
Summary: This was not the birthday present that Im Jaebum was expecting...
Review: Mafia au and hot af smut... ♡♡
* M - I Don't Fucking Care (At All) by wonwoozi
Summary: “Your boyfriend’s hot when he plays.” Jackson mumbles to him as he slips an arm behind Jinyoung, hand finding purchase on the edge of the wooden bartop, his fingers gripping the ribbed edge.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” Jinyoung replies instinctively and gives Jackson a routine jab to the ribs. “And that’s my line, by the way.” He adds as his eyes trail over to Mark, sat behind the drumkit with his face trained into a concentrated smirk, smashing every beat perfectly, hair positively dripping with sweat.
“Not my boyfriend either.”
* M - keep me warm by subsequence
Summary: The problem is that Jaebum...isn't a cat. At least, not entirely. God, sometimes Jinyoung wishes it were that easy, wishes he could just leave out a bowl of food and water and maybe get his laptop keyboard used as a napping spot when he was supposed to be working and have a simple owner-pet relationship.Instead, Jinyoung has a romantic entanglement bordering on codependency and the worst case of blue balls he’s ever had.And Mark had said that getting a cat hybrid would be good for his blood pressure. What a joke.
Review: Another amazing work from subsequence. Every time I read the part where Jaebum swats at Jinyoung’s dick, I just can't stop laughing. :’DD♡♡♡♡
*M - Human Nature by cutiepiemarkeu
Summary: Jaebum accidentally summons an incubus and his boyfriend Jinyoung walks in on the two of them almost getting their freak on. Arguments ensue and JJProject are stuck with an incubus they can’t get rid of - but how do they deal with his attractiveness and the overwhelming urge to have sex with him?
Review: This is a 3-some featuring Mark. But the smut is so good, honestly. Really worth the read. ♡♡♡♡♡
Mark / Jackson
* The Prince Who Never Laughed by seitsemannen
Summary: Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, lived a beautiful and kind prince named Mark, who after his mother's loss never laughed again. That was until he met the brightly smiling apprentice of a glassblower, Jackson Wang.
Review: Such a great and quality fic! Honestly, this was such a good read I can only recommend it! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
* Twist by KingJackson
Summary: Mark knows Jinyoung. Jinyoung knows Jackson. Jackson hooks up with Jinyoung who also hooks up with Mark. Mark goes to hook up with Jinyoung and ends up also sleeping with Jackson. Jackson sometimes hooks up with Jaebum, but that isn’t important right now.
And they say romance is dead.
Review: All right so this fic is one hell of a mess, but a mess sent straight from heaven! The main pairing is Markson and Markjin (it's complicated) but there's end game Markson and JJP, plus Jackson is an angel sent from heaven in this one! Don't let the pairing discourage from reading this gem! ♡
* Private Show by Got7hearts
Summary: Mark likes to put on a show and Jackson loves to watch until he's been caught.
Review: A+ smut.
* M - lapis lazuli by gotchick
Summary: in which mark is a businessman and jackson is a fencer.
Review: great fic with rich kinda arrogant but kinda insecure mark plus lots of smut!
* M - Playhouse by seitsemannen
Summary: All sorts of rumours surround the handsome Wang heir and the good-looking servants of his household, but no one seemed to know for sure, as no matter the price, the members were not willing to give the secrets of their Master up.
Mark doesn't care for celebrities or rumours, except the one that says the Wang household pays several times more than the usual servant's salary, so when there's a job opening at the House, he goes for it. In the days and weeks spent at the House, Mark gets to know the members and finds out what of the ludicrous rumours were true and what weren’t. What he did not know to expect, however, is how good friends he would become with the other members of the House, and what’s worse, that he would fall in love with Jackson Wang.
Review: THE BEST. Multiple pairing but mostly Markson. Still ongoing but sooooo worth the read. also, long af. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
* never felt clean, your timing was perfect by jflawless
Summary: i. jackson is five years old when he’s convinced he’s discovered the secret to love. it’s not much of a secret, he thinks, watching his parents exchange blatant “i love you”s only to quietly prove it later in subtle actions.
you like someone. you’re nice to them. they like you too. it’s the simplest thing he’ll ever do, he thinks, falling in love. a lot easier than tying his shoes or adding double digits or reading without his mom there to pronounce the really long words.
Jaebum / Jackson
* Just Smile Again by riots
Summary: Jackson's been lowkey nursing this crush for years, but he never meant for Jaebum to ever find out. Mark and Jinyoung have other ideas. Also, they're terrible friends.
* Face by jibootyjimin
Summary: @defsoul has started following @jiaerwang
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(or an Instagram au in which famous Chinese rapper Jackson Wang acts like a complete fanboy over idol singer Im Jaebum)
Review: ♡♡
*Secret Little Rendezvous by seikou
Summary: "It's all fun and games until your favorite idol notices you."
(or: Im Jaebum is an Idol and Jackson Wang is a Fanboy.)
Review: ♡♡
* Fluffy Tales by wildandsexy
Summary: Jackson Wang’s Definitive List of Things Im Jaebum, Roommate, Cat Hybrid and Grump Extraordinaire Does and Does Not Like:
DOES LIKE: • Hoodies • The one table on the library’s second floor by the big window (direct sunlight all morning) (it’s basically heaven on Earth) • Nap time (usually at 11am) (and 12pm) (and 1pm) (and 2pm) (and 3pm)…
DOES NOT LIKE: • Waking up • Being awake in general • Not being asleep • Jackson Wang
Jackson Wang's new roommate doesn't even hate him. He 'nothings' him. And that's just something that Jackson can't live with.
Review: SO GOOD SO CUTE JAEBOM IS ADORABLE BUT GRUMPY AND JACKSON IS TRYING HIS BEST ♡♡♡♡♡♡
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tsfrbss · 7 years
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Paper Moon Part 16
MB - @thecountessakasha - back again. I hope you’re ready for Part 16! There’s no smut, it’s literally all fluff, so apologies in advance.
I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.
A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.
This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.
Word count: 4100+ because I am a wordy bitch.
Warnings: FLUFF to the Goddamn max. Gonna rot your teeth. Panic attack. Oh, and cussing. Like always.
STEVE’S POV
Holy shit, I am so nervous. OK. OK, Steve. Calm down. It’s your birthday, it’s your party. It’ll be fine.
I’m pacing around my bedroom, wringing my hands. Tonight’s the night I tell Melissa and Bucky about what I’ve gotten for them. I love them. They love me. So why am I on pins and needles? I just want them to be happy. But this is huge. The three of us living together.
We practically do anyway. Whenever I’m not out on missions, I’m there with them at the apartment. I don’t think there’s been a night Bucky’s spent at the tower since the fateful day we took the big leap into this relationship.
Tony wanted a lavish affair tonight, so I’m in my blue tuxedo. As I finish with the buttons on my shirt, I feel my nervous tics start up: pacing. Brushing my hair to the side. Overthinking.
Neither Melissa nor Bucky are here. They’re both at her place, getting ready. She asked me to come over after I was done so that she could spend a little time with only us before the big shindig.
Grabbing the gift Bucky and I have for her and the one that I have for the pair, I head out to the elevator practically running over Natasha in the process and dropping the packages she had beautifully wrapped for us.
“Damn, I’m sorry Nat,” I mutter bending down to pick them up. She’s just standing there laughing at me.
“Jesus, Rogers. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this nervous. Not even on your first date out of the ice.”
The boxes tremble in my hands. “Nat, this is a big deal. What if they say no? Well, I mean, Bucky probably won’t, but Melissa might. It was so hard on us, on her especially, when everything became public. What if she decides that this step is a step too far? That it’s all too much for her? I don’t think I can handle that kind of rejection.” I drop my eyes to the packages that I’m trying desperately not to crush in my large hands as my nerves begin to get the better of me.
Nat watches me, gauging her words carefully. She places a hand on my wrist, her voice soft. “Steve. It’s going to be fine. She loves you. She loves Bucky. She loves you both so deeply it’s honestly awe inspiring. I’ve never seen a woman with more capacity to love than her. You know she would do anything for you, right? For both of you. For either of you. She’s sacrificed so much to take a chance on a scary thing just to experience the love that you give back to her. To experience more love than she’s ever had in her entire life. Trust in that. Trust in the love you three share. You’ve got no reason to doubt her. She’s stuck with you this far. She’s not going anywhere.”
My eyes fill with tears at her words. I quickly swipe the cresting drops away from my face and nod. “You’re right. You’re right. It’s going to be fine. It’s going to be perfect.”
“Of course it is, old man.” The redhead’s hand smacks me on the shoulder as she laughs. “You’d better get going if you’re gonna head over there before the party starts.”
I give her a quick hug, “Thanks, Nat. And thanks for being such a good friend to her. She really loves you.”
“And I love her. And if you hurt her, either of you, I’ll hurt you.” She winks and disappears.
Damn, she’s scary when she wants to be. I love how protective she is of Melissa, though. It puts me at ease. If Bucky or I can’t be around, Melissa will be well looked after.
I gather myself, grab my jacket, tuck the boxes under my arm and head out of the tower on the way to Melissa’s place. With a spring in my step I reach the club, using my keys to slip in the front door. The owner is there, taking inventory behind the bar and he calls out to me. “Hey there Captain Rogers. Happy birthday! Thanks for the invite to the party tonight. I’ve always wanted to see the place.” He chuckles nervously and I reach out to shake his hand.
“It was absolutely no trouble. You’ve been wonderful to Melissa, wonderful to us. You’re more than welcome anytime, Johnny.” I give him a little salute as I head upstairs and he relaxes a little and gets back to his counting.
I reach the top step and make my way into the apartment. Tossing my keys into the bowl set upon the table by the door, I yell, “Honeys, I’m hooooooome!”
There’s a groan from the kitchen, and I turn to see Melissa rolling her eyes at me. “You are such a dork, Steven.” She shakes her head as she walks over to meet me.
As I take in the vision before me, I’m overcome. “My god you look incredible, Maîtresse.” She’s wearing a dress I’ve never seen-a dazzling, shimmering red floor length piece, tight around the bosom, dipping low in front and hugging her curves before flaring out at the hem. There’s a long slit up her right thigh, and the straps of the dress are thin spaghetti style. It shimmers in the light. She’s a little taller tonight because of the silver, strappy heels she’s wearing.
She stops and twirls around, her dark silver laced waves bouncing around her shoulders, “You really think so? It’s not too much? I don’t want to take any attention away from you, lover. It’s your party, after all.” She gives a small scoff, rolling her eyes.
I reach out for her hands, pulling her to me. I slide my fingers up her arms and over her shoulders, tracing the lines of her tattoos, fingertips sliding up her neck. She gives a soft moan at my touch, and I lean down to brush my lips against her jaw, “Oh, Melissa. When will you learn that you deserve the spotlight that you’re made for it?”
Her breath hitches as she melts at my words. She pulls me into a deep, lingering kiss, as her hands slide up and into the hair at the back of my neck. We’re getting lost in each other when we hear a voice. “Oh ho, starting without me, are we?”
Melissa and I giggle, smiling against each others mouths, and leave little soft kisses behind. She turns to look at the source of the voice. “Now, now, baby boy. Don’t get your boxers in a twist.”
Bucky looks devastatingly handsome in his black tux. He’s let his hair grow back out because Melissa likes it longer and it’s pulled back in a loose ponytail. There’s a smirk plastered on his face and he walks over to the pair of us with his characteristic swagger, “Then maybe you two should give me a kiss so’s I don’t feel left out.”
She snorts softly and pulls him down to her mouth roughly, claiming him with a searing kiss before releasing him so I can do the same. As he and I swirl our tongues around each other’s she murmurs, “Happy now, beloved?”
Bucky hums softly against my lips and nods, “Oh yeah. Definitely.”
She smacks him on the ass, which surprises him and causes him to yelp. “Now behave, brat. It’s Steve’s day.”
He rubs a hand over the cheek she swatted with a pout on his lips. “Yes ma'am.”
Melissa grabs my hand and Bucky’s metal one and tugs us over toward the living room. “Alright boys. Enough playing around. We don’t have a lot of time before we need to head to the tower and I have something I want to give the both of you.”
Bucky and I look at each other with matching surprised expressions as we sit down on the sofa together.
She disappears down the hall toward the bedroom. “Melissa. It’s Steve’s birthday, why did you get me something?” Bucky calls after her.
“Hush yer mouth, baby boy. You deserve a present, too.” she intones as she re-emerges holding two small boxes, one red and one blue.
Her small hands thrust the boxes at us, Bucky receiving the red one as I get the blue. She’s staring at us, wide eyed, looking nervous as she chews on her bottom lip. “Well, go on. Open ‘em up.”
We tear into the small packages then open the boxes. Inside each is a bracelet, small, made of what looks to be titanium. The one in Bucky’s box is black. Mine is brushed silver. Simple, yet very lovely. Next to each one, nestled in the cotton padding is a tiny screwdriver.
“I know neither of you are big on jewelry. But I really wanted to get you both something that you could keep with you. I wanted something small so that you could wear it with your uniforms and such. And I thought rings were too presumptive.” Melissa’s face colors brightly and she looks away from us.
She clears her throat, “So, I thought these would work. They’re low profile and being titanium they’ll hold up to wear and tear.” Her brows knit and she pauses a moment before continuing, “They’re also symbolic. Of me claiming the two of you as my own.”
We look at each other then back to her, smiles gracing both of our faces. “Beloved, I’m honored. Truth be told you, claimed me the night we met. I love you with all that I am.” Bucky holds the bracelet out to her with the screwdriver. “Please, Angel. I’m yours.”
Her small fingers shake as she opens the bracelet, then turns it to show him. “I’ve had them engraved. Bucky, you’re the light in the dark. You bring my nights back from the brink. You’re My Moon. Yours says Ma Lune.” She slides the small piece of metal around his right wrist and closes the latch by tightening the screw. Once she’s done, she kisses the palm of his hand.
“Steve, you are the brightest star I’ve ever known. You give your life and warmth to all those around you. You make me bloom. You’re My Sun. Yours says Mon Soleil.” With her fingers still shaking, she repeats the actions with my right wrist, sealing it with a kiss on my palm.
I cup her cheek and brush my thumb across the bone, “Maîtresse, I’ve been yours from the first night we spent together running the streets of the city without a care in the world. I fell so hard for you that night, I knew I could never look back. I love you more than life.” I pull her into my lap, kissing her hotly.
Bucky slides in next to us and starts kissing her shoulder. Melissa laughs softly against my mouth as his lips tickle her skin. “Now, now boys. We can’t be late for the party.”
He and I both groan in resignation, knowing she’s right. Besides, we still have to give her our present. “Fine, fine, doll. But Bucky and I have a gift for you as well.”
Her mouth drops open and she shakes her head, “You shouldn’t have gotten me anything, mes amours. I don’t need anything other than you two.”
I slide her off my lap and plop her onto Bucky’s so I can get up and grab the boxes I brought with me. His brows knit seeing two instead of one and I grin broadly at him.
The bigger one wrapped in matte black paper I set on the table. Handing her the long slender box wrapped in beautiful silver paper, I nod to her, “This is from me and Buck. We really hope you like it.”
BUCKY’S POV
I’m grinning from ear to ear as she holds the gift in her hand. She keeps shaking her head, “You boys really shouldn’t have gotten me anything. This is Steve’s special day, not mine.”
“Sugar, you got me a present today, too. So you’re not playing by the rules either.” I click my tongue at her.
She rolls her eyes as Steve laughs, “Alright fine!” Her fingers tear at the paper and when she reaches the box she opens it slowly, as if it contained something that might jump out and bite her. Finally she opens the box and gasps, her eyes meeting mine then Steve’s.
Melissa’s voice comes out nearly a whisper, “Oh my god, boys. This is… wow.” Her small fingers pluck the pretty, delicate chain and the dog tags out of the pile of cotton. “Are these…?”
“The originals? Oh yes. But we did have them plated in platinum so they would be more durable, and let’s be honest, prettier.” Steve is rubbing her arm lovingly as we watch tears gather in her eyes.
“This is so thoughtful and special. I am… I can’t believe you would give these to me.” The tears break through her lashes and drop onto her cheeks.
I reach out and brush them away. “Don’t cry, Angel. We thought it would make you happy. You understand what they mean more than anyone else would. How special it would be for you to wear one of each of ours. I already wear one of his and he wears one of mine. Now you get the other half. As it should be.”
She’s trembling as she unclasps the chain and lets Steve put it around her neck and refasten it for her. Once on, they rest just above her glorious breasts. Of course I noticed that. I’m old, not dead. And have you seen her? Jesus…
“My cup runneth over…” Melissa flings her arms around my neck, kissing me messily, full of the love she constantly shows us. She shifts on my lap to pull Steve into the same kind of kiss. She’s still choking back little sobs of happy tears when Steve pulls away.
“Since we’re doing the gift giving now, I have something else.” He reaches over to grab the other package he brought. “This is for the both of you.”
She and I turn to each other and she gestures for me to open it. I tear the paper off revealing a thin black box. Opening it, I see one of Steve’s sketchbooks. I immediately look up at him and he’s blushing brightly, “I… I’ve been drawing you two. That book is full of nothing but you and Melissa. Together and separately.”
Melissa takes the book out of the box and starts to flip through it. “Oh, Steven. These are beautiful.” She runs her fingers over a drawing of me, lounging on the sofa, and giggles. “Your natural habitat, baby boy.”
“Ha, ha. Very funny.” I roll my eyes and turn a couple pages. Here I see Melissa and myself in our little park, hidden from the world by our hoodies and baggy clothes and sunglasses. “Stevie, these are perfect. God, you are so talented. If you ever give up the shield you can open your own gallery. Speaking of which….” I glance at Melissa and she nods. I lift her up off of my lap and set her back on her feet while I go get the huge basket we’ve put together for him.
Steve’s eyes widen when he sees me come back in. “What did you two do?” Grinning, I set the basket down on the coffee table in front of him.
“Well, the first thing we did is clear out that far corner of the living room.” Steve’s eyes follow Melissa’s finger as she points over to the far side of the room. “You need a studio, so this is the best we could do for now. That’s your space. And to fill it, we got all these supplies for you.”
I pick up the basket once more and shove it at him. He’s stunned silent. I hear Melissa start to giggle softly as he finally takes it from me. “You two…” He shakes his head and starts to dig through the goodies. “You’re too good to me.”
“Steve, you deserve this and more. So much more.” I snatch the card out of the basket and slide it into his hand as I kiss the back of his neck. “This is from me, with a little help from Natalia and Tony.”
He opens the envelope and removes the card. Inside are the special tickets Natalia had printed up, and as he reads them over he gasps softly.
“Bucky, Oh my god. This is amazing!” He leans over and shows them to Melissa who whispers, “Wow.”
“It’s tomorrow night. Tony says even if a mission comes up, you’re off.” I’m beaming at him as he closes the gap between us, pulling me into his arms, wrapping me up tightly. We hug, just enjoying the feeling of each other as Melissa watches, her teeth pressed into her lower lip as the corners of her mouth curl into a soft smile.
Steve moves his hands to cup my jaw, “I can’t think of a better way to spend an evening than in the Museum of Modern Art with the two people I love more than life. Thank you, Buck.”
MELISSA’S POV
I cannot even express the joy and love I feel in this moment. Who knew I could ever be this happy? I certainly never believed I deserved it. But they’ve proven me wrong. And the continue to do so every day.
As Steve pulls away from Bucky he grabs my hand in his. He looks as if he wants to say something, but scared to do so.
“Steven, lover, what’s wrong?” I brush my thumb across the back of his hand watching his expression. He’s obviously fighting with himself in his head. My eyes shift to Bucky’s and I raise my shoulders a little as we exchange confused glances.
Steve clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck- a sign that he’s nervous. His cheeks color and he stammers out, “Guys, I… I’m real grateful you did all of this, working to provide me a makeshift studio here so that I could be with you more.”
“It was nothing, Steve. I wish we could have done more. I wish there was another room here, you could have it for your own.” I raise his hand to my cheek, letting him form his palm to it as I nuzzle into his touch. My fingers trace delicately on his wrist.
Bucky chuffs out, “Yeah, babe. We want you to be comfortable when you’re drawing, creating. To have everything here, organized so you can easily find what you need. We know how happy it makes you. We just wanted to facilitate that.”
He’s starting to pace now, pulling away from us both and shoves his hands in his pants pockets. I hear a jingle, like keys, and if I hear it I know Bucky does, too.
“Honey lamb, what is it? What’s wrong?” I watch Steve closely and his actions are starting to make me nervous. I move over to him placing my hands on his chest to stop his movements. “Spit it out, Steven.” My voice comes out a bit lower and more stern than I intended it to, but he needs the firmness.
He looks at me, beautiful blue eyes swimming with adoration. “I love you, Melissa. I love you and Bucky more than I have ever loved anyone or anything in this world. I want nothing more than to live the rest of my life making the both of you happy.”
“We love you, too, babe. So much. More than life.” Bucky reaches out and takes one of Steve’s hands in his. Steve’s other hand reaches into his pocket pulling out two little shield shaped key chains, two keys dangling from each one. He places one in my hand and one in Bucky’s.
I’m gawking wide eyed at the one in my hand, Bucky’s doing the same. After a moment we look at each other then gaze at Steve waiting for his explanation.
He laughs softly, awkwardly before finally taking a deep breath and releasing it in words. “IkindasortaboughtusabrownstoneinBrooklyn…”
“Wait. What the fuck did you just say?” I look at the keys in my hand and jingle them a little. The noise seems to wake him slightly and he sighs.
“I bought us a brownstone. A whole brownstone. I’ve had it renovated into a single dwelling. It’s in Brooklyn. It’s for the three of us to make a life in.” Steve sinks onto the sofa, his nerves getting the better of him. He watches us stand there, gaping like fish.
Bucky is the first to speak. “Stevie. Wow.” He immediately moves to Steve’s side and sits beside him. Bucky pulls Steve’s chin and makes him turn his head. “Baby, that’s incredible. I couldn’t be happier than I am right now.” He leans in and captures Steve’s lips with his own with a soft, precious kiss.
I’m nervously shifting from foot to foot as I stay rooted in place, still in shock. I keep fingering the keys in my hand and finally the boys realize I’ve not said anything.
“Doll? Are you alright?” Steve’s brows are pressed together in concern. His voice lowers, nearly shifting to Captain mode. “Melissa.” His voice cracks. “Say something. Please.”
Bucky reaches out for me, gesturing for me to come over. But I can’t. I can’t seem to move. Something’s wrong. My head… my chest. He’s instantly on his feet and so is Steve. My two giant bookends.
Bucky know. He knows. The panic attack is on me. Steve realizes it now, and they both stand coming over to me. I start panting and the hand with the keys goes to my chest. Bucky leans down and starts to murmur softly, “Angel. Take my hands.”
I hear him, I do. But it’s like a buzzing in my ears. He brings his hands to my arms and slowly runs them down the length before grasping my hands in his. Focus on his hands. Bucky’s hands. I grip them tight, squishing the keys between my flesh and his metal. They stab me and that brings me around to the present. My eyes snap to his, wide, and he’s grinning. “There she is. Hi, babydoll.”
He scoops me up and sits back on the sofa with me in his lap. In a flash, Steve is there beside us. His hands tentatively stroke my shoulders and when I moan a little he seems to relax and massage them in earnest. “You scared us, love.” Bucky’s hands find purchase on my hips.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why your gift, your huge, incredible gift set me off. I guess maybe…” I shake my head and close my eyes before I stammer, “I.. I d-don’t deserve you.”
Steves hands move to my cheeks and he pulls my gaze to his, “You deserve the world for how you’ve grounded me, made me happy, given me a life, a real life. But for now, a brownstone in Brooklyn where the three of us can be together is going to have to suffice.” He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose. “The world will come, Madame Rose. I’ll make sure of it.”
I giggle at the kiss and Bucky’s hands squeeze my hips, “Guys, we’ve got to get this show on the road. We can’t have the birthday boy be late for his own party.”
Steve and I snort together and l lean back to kiss Bucky’s lips before rising from his lap. He groans at the loss of contact for a second and I laugh, “You’ll have me in your lap again soon enough, babyboy. We’ll need to properly celebrate The Captain’s birthday later tonight, after all.”
I feel Steve’s hands grab my waist yanking me to where he’s still seated and I stand between his legs looking down on him. He’s grinning like an idiot, that Goddamn big goofy smile he wears when he’s happy beyond words. “God I love you, Melissa.”
My small hands cup his jaw as I press a soft, sweet kiss to his perfect, plump mouth. “I love you, too, Steven.” my hand shoots out, grabbing Bucky by his collar and pulling him to me before placing my lips against his, “And you, James. I love you, too.”
They both rise now and I straighten my dress, mess with my hair in the mirror above the entry table, open my clutch and drop the keys to the brownstone and the apartment inside. They meet me at the door as I’m opening it and suddenly I feel a smack on both my ass cheeks. I yelp, “What the-!” They’re both laughing as they shuffle me out the door.
The death of me.
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Paper Moon Part 16
MB - @thecountessakasha - back again. I hope you’re ready for Part 16! There’s no smut, it’s literally all fluff, so apologies in advance.
I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.
A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.
This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.
Word count: 4100+ because I am a wordy bitch.
Warnings: FLUFF to the Goddamn max. Gonna rot your teeth. Panic attack. Oh, and cussing. Like always.
STEVE’S POV
Holy shit, I am so nervous. OK. OK, Steve. Calm down. It’s your birthday, it’s your party. It’ll be fine.
I’m pacing around my bedroom, wringing my hands. Tonight’s the night I tell Melissa and Bucky about what I’ve gotten for them. I love them. They love me. So why am I on pins and needles? I just want them to be happy. But this is huge. The three of us living together.
We practically do anyway. Whenever I’m not out on missions, I’m there with them at the apartment. I don’t think there’s been a night Bucky’s spent at the tower since the fateful day we took the big leap into this relationship.
Tony wanted a lavish affair tonight, so I’m in my blue tuxedo. As I finish with the buttons on my shirt, I feel my nervous tics start up: pacing. Brushing my hair to the side. Overthinking.
Neither Melissa nor Bucky are here. They’re both at her place, getting ready. She asked me to come over after I was done so that she could spend a little time with only us before the big shindig.
Grabbing the gift Bucky and I have for her and the one that I have for the pair, I head out to the elevator practically running over Natasha in the process and dropping the packages she had beautifully wrapped for us.
“Damn, I’m sorry Nat,” I mutter bending down to pick them up. She’s just standing there laughing at me.
“Jesus, Rogers. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this nervous. Not even on your first date out of the ice.”
The boxes tremble in my hands. “Nat, this is a big deal. What if they say no? Well, I mean, Bucky probably won’t, but Melissa might. It was so hard on us, on her especially, when everything became public. What if she decides that this step is a step too far? That it’s all too much for her? I don’t think I can handle that kind of rejection.” I drop my eyes to the packages that I’m trying desperately not to crush in my large hands as my nerves begin to get the better of me.
Nat watches me, gauging her words carefully. She places a hand on my wrist, her voice soft. “Steve. It’s going to be fine. She loves you. She loves Bucky. She loves you both so deeply it’s honestly awe inspiring. I’ve never seen a woman with more capacity to love than her. You know she would do anything for you, right? For both of you. For either of you. She’s sacrificed so much to take a chance on a scary thing just to experience the love that you give back to her. To experience more love than she’s ever had in her entire life. Trust in that. Trust in the love you three share. You’ve got no reason to doubt her. She’s stuck with you this far. She’s not going anywhere.”
My eyes fill with tears at her words. I quickly swipe the cresting drops away from my face and nod. “You’re right. You’re right. It’s going to be fine. It’s going to be perfect.”
“Of course it is, old man.” The redhead’s hand smacks me on the shoulder as she laughs. “You’d better get going if you’re gonna head over there before the party starts.”
I give her a quick hug, “Thanks, Nat. And thanks for being such a good friend to her. She really loves you.”
“And I love her. And if you hurt her, either of you, I’ll hurt you.” She winks and disappears.
Damn, she’s scary when she wants to be. I love how protective she is of Melissa, though. It puts me at ease. If Bucky or I can’t be around, Melissa will be well looked after.
I gather myself, grab my jacket, tuck the boxes under my arm and head out of the tower on the way to Melissa’s place. With a spring in my step I reach the club, using my keys to slip in the front door. The owner is there, taking inventory behind the bar and he calls out to me. “Hey there Captain Rogers. Happy birthday! Thanks for the invite to the party tonight. I’ve always wanted to see the place.” He chuckles nervously and I reach out to shake his hand.
“It was absolutely no trouble. You’ve been wonderful to Melissa, wonderful to us. You’re more than welcome anytime, Johnny.” I give him a little salute as I head upstairs and he relaxes a little and gets back to his counting.
I reach the top step and make my way into the apartment. Tossing my keys into the bowl set upon the table by the door, I yell, “Honeys, I’m hooooooome!”
There’s a groan from the kitchen, and I turn to see Melissa rolling her eyes at me. “You are such a dork, Steven.” She shakes her head as she walks over to meet me.
As I take in the vision before me, I’m overcome. “My god you look incredible, Maîtresse.” She’s wearing a dress I’ve never seen-a dazzling, shimmering red floor length piece, tight around the bosom, dipping low in front and hugging her curves before flaring out at the hem. There’s a long slit up her right thigh, and the straps of the dress are thin spaghetti style. It shimmers in the light. She’s a little taller tonight because of the silver, strappy heels she’s wearing.
She stops and twirls around, her dark silver laced waves bouncing around her shoulders, “You really think so? It’s not too much? I don’t want to take any attention away from you, lover. It’s your party, after all.” She gives a small scoff, rolling her eyes.
I reach out for her hands, pulling her to me. I slide my fingers up her arms and over her shoulders, tracing the lines of her tattoos, fingertips sliding up her neck. She gives a soft moan at my touch, and I lean down to brush my lips against her jaw, “Oh, Melissa. When will you learn that you deserve the spotlight that you’re made for it?”
Her breath hitches as she melts at my words. She pulls me into a deep, lingering kiss, as her hands slide up and into the hair at the back of my neck. We’re getting lost in each other when we hear a voice. “Oh ho, starting without me, are we?”
Melissa and I giggle, smiling against each others mouths, and leave little soft kisses behind. She turns to look at the source of the voice. “Now, now, baby boy. Don’t get your boxers in a twist.”
Bucky looks devastatingly handsome in his black tux. He’s let his hair grow back out because Melissa likes it longer and it’s pulled back in a loose ponytail. There’s a smirk plastered on his face and he walks over to the pair of us with his characteristic swagger, “Then maybe you two should give me a kiss so’s I don’t feel left out.”
She snorts softly and pulls him down to her mouth roughly, claiming him with a searing kiss before releasing him so I can do the same. As he and I swirl our tongues around each other’s she murmurs, “Happy now, beloved?”
Bucky hums softly against my lips and nods, “Oh yeah. Definitely.”
She smacks him on the ass, which surprises him and causes him to yelp. “Now behave, brat. It’s Steve’s day.”
He rubs a hand over the cheek she swatted with a pout on his lips. “Yes ma'am.”
Melissa grabs my hand and Bucky’s metal one and tugs us over toward the living room. “Alright boys. Enough playing around. We don’t have a lot of time before we need to head to the tower and I have something I want to give the both of you.”
Bucky and I look at each other with matching surprised expressions as we sit down on the sofa together.
She disappears down the hall toward the bedroom. “Melissa. It’s Steve’s birthday, why did you get me something?” Bucky calls after her.
“Hush yer mouth, baby boy. You deserve a present, too.” she intones as she re-emerges holding two small boxes, one red and one blue.
Her small hands thrust the boxes at us, Bucky receiving the red one as I get the blue. She’s staring at us, wide eyed, looking nervous as she chews on her bottom lip. “Well, go on. Open ‘em up.”
We tear into the small packages then open the boxes. Inside each is a bracelet, small, made of what looks to be titanium. The one in Bucky’s box is black. Mine is brushed silver. Simple, yet very lovely. Next to each one, nestled in the cotton padding is a tiny screwdriver.
“I know neither of you are big on jewelry. But I really wanted to get you both something that you could keep with you. I wanted something small so that you could wear it with your uniforms and such. And I thought rings were too presumptive.” Melissa’s face colors brightly and she looks away from us.
She clears her throat, “So, I thought these would work. They’re low profile and being titanium they’ll hold up to wear and tear.” Her brows knit and she pauses a moment before continuing, “They’re also symbolic. Of me claiming the two of you as my own.”
We look at each other then back to her, smiles gracing both of our faces. “Beloved, I’m honored. Truth be told you, claimed me the night we met. I love you with all that I am.” Bucky holds the bracelet out to her with the screwdriver. “Please, Angel. I’m yours.”
Her small fingers shake as she opens the bracelet, then turns it to show him. “I’ve had them engraved. Bucky, you’re the light in the dark. You bring my nights back from the brink. You’re My Moon. Yours says Ma Lune.” She slides the small piece of metal around his right wrist and closes the latch by tightening the screw. Once she’s done, she kisses the palm of his hand.
“Steve, you are the brightest star I’ve ever known. You give your life and warmth to all those around you. You make me bloom. You’re My Sun. Yours says Mon Soleil.” With her fingers still shaking, she repeats the actions with my right wrist, sealing it with a kiss on my palm.
I cup her cheek and brush my thumb across the bone, “Maîtresse, I’ve been yours from the first night we spent together running the streets of the city without a care in the world. I fell so hard for you that night, I knew I could never look back. I love you more than life.” I pull her into my lap, kissing her hotly.
Bucky slides in next to us and starts kissing her shoulder. Melissa laughs softly against my mouth as his lips tickle her skin. “Now, now boys. We can’t be late for the party.”
He and I both groan in resignation, knowing she’s right. Besides, we still have to give her our present. “Fine, fine, doll. But Bucky and I have a gift for you as well.”
Her mouth drops open and she shakes her head, “You shouldn’t have gotten me anything, mes amours. I don’t need anything other than you two.”
I slide her off my lap and plop her onto Bucky’s so I can get up and grab the boxes I brought with me. His brows knit seeing two instead of one and I grin broadly at him.
The bigger one wrapped in matte black paper I set on the table. Handing her the long slender box wrapped in beautiful silver paper, I nod to her, “This is from me and Buck. We really hope you like it.”
BUCKY’S POV
I’m grinning from ear to ear as she holds the gift in her hand. She keeps shaking her head, “You boys really shouldn’t have gotten me anything. This is Steve’s special day, not mine.”
“Sugar, you got me a present today, too. So you’re not playing by the rules either.” I click my tongue at her.
She rolls her eyes as Steve laughs, “Alright fine!” Her fingers tear at the paper and when she reaches the box she opens it slowly, as if it contained something that might jump out and bite her. Finally she opens the box and gasps, her eyes meeting mine then Steve’s.
Melissa’s voice comes out nearly a whisper, “Oh my god, boys. This is… wow.” Her small fingers pluck the pretty, delicate chain and the dog tags out of the pile of cotton. “Are these…?”
“The originals? Oh yes. But we did have them plated in platinum so they would be more durable, and let’s be honest, prettier.” Steve is rubbing her arm lovingly as we watch tears gather in her eyes.
“This is so thoughtful and special. I am… I can’t believe you would give these to me.” The tears break through her lashes and drop onto her cheeks.
I reach out and brush them away. “Don’t cry, Angel. We thought it would make you happy. You understand what they mean more than anyone else would. How special it would be for you to wear one of each of ours. I already wear one of his and he wears one of mine. Now you get the other half. As it should be.”
She’s trembling as she unclasps the chain and lets Steve put it around her neck and refasten it for her. Once on, they rest just above her glorious breasts. Of course I noticed that. I’m old, not dead. And have you seen her? Jesus…
“My cup runneth over…” Melissa flings her arms around my neck, kissing me messily, full of the love she constantly shows us. She shifts on my lap to pull Steve into the same kind of kiss. She’s still choking back little sobs of happy tears when Steve pulls away.
“Since we’re doing the gift giving now, I have something else.” He reaches over to grab the other package he brought. “This is for the both of you.”
She and I turn to each other and she gestures for me to open it. I tear the paper off revealing a thin black box. Opening it, I see one of Steve’s sketchbooks. I immediately look up at him and he’s blushing brightly, “I… I’ve been drawing you two. That book is full of nothing but you and Melissa. Together and separately.”
Melissa takes the book out of the box and starts to flip through it. “Oh, Steven. These are beautiful.” She runs her fingers over a drawing of me, lounging on the sofa, and giggles. “Your natural habitat, baby boy.”
“Ha, ha. Very funny.” I roll my eyes and turn a couple pages. Here I see Melissa and myself in our little park, hidden from the world by our hoodies and baggy clothes and sunglasses. “Stevie, these are perfect. God, you are so talented. If you ever give up the shield you can open your own gallery. Speaking of which….” I glance at Melissa and she nods. I lift her up off of my lap and set her back on her feet while I go get the huge basket we’ve put together for him.
Steve’s eyes widen when he sees me come back in. “What did you two do?” Grinning, I set the basket down on the coffee table in front of him.
“Well, the first thing we did is clear out that far corner of the living room.” Steve’s eyes follow Melissa’s finger as she points over to the far side of the room. “You need a studio, so this is the best we could do for now. That’s your space. And to fill it, we got all these supplies for you.”
I pick up the basket once more and shove it at him. He’s stunned silent. I hear Melissa start to giggle softly as he finally takes it from me. “You two…” He shakes his head and starts to dig through the goodies. “You’re too good to me.”
“Steve, you deserve this and more. So much more.” I snatch the card out of the basket and slide it into his hand as I kiss the back of his neck. “This is from me, with a little help from Natalia and Tony.”
He opens the envelope and removes the card. Inside are the special tickets Natalia had printed up, and as he reads them over he gasps softly.
“Bucky, Oh my god. This is amazing!” He leans over and shows them to Melissa who whispers, “Wow.”
“It’s tomorrow night. Tony says even if a mission comes up, you’re off.” I’m beaming at him as he closes the gap between us, pulling me into his arms, wrapping me up tightly. We hug, just enjoying the feeling of each other as Melissa watches, her teeth pressed into her lower lip as the corners of her mouth curl into a soft smile.
Steve moves his hands to cup my jaw, “I can’t think of a better way to spend an evening than in the Museum of Modern Art with the two people I love more than life. Thank you, Buck.”
MELISSA’S POV
I cannot even express the joy and love I feel in this moment. Who knew I could ever be this happy? I certainly never believed I deserved it. But they’ve proven me wrong. And the continue to do so every day.
As Steve pulls away from Bucky he grabs my hand in his. He looks as if he wants to say something, but scared to do so.
“Steven, lover, what’s wrong?” I brush my thumb across the back of his hand watching his expression. He’s obviously fighting with himself in his head. My eyes shift to Bucky’s and I raise my shoulders a little as we exchange confused glances.
Steve clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck- a sign that he’s nervous. His cheeks color and he stammers out, “Guys, I… I’m real grateful you did all of this, working to provide me a makeshift studio here so that I could be with you more.”
“It was nothing, Steve. I wish we could have done more. I wish there was another room here, you could have it for your own.” I raise his hand to my cheek, letting him form his palm to it as I nuzzle into his touch. My fingers trace delicately on his wrist.
Bucky chuffs out, “Yeah, babe. We want you to be comfortable when you’re drawing, creating. To have everything here, organized so you can easily find what you need. We know how happy it makes you. We just wanted to facilitate that.”
He’s starting to pace now, pulling away from us both and shoves his hands in his pants pockets. I hear a jingle, like keys, and if I hear it I know Bucky does, too.
“Honey lamb, what is it? What’s wrong?” I watch Steve closely and his actions are starting to make me nervous. I move over to him placing my hands on his chest to stop his movements. “Spit it out, Steven.” My voice comes out a bit lower and more stern than I intended it to, but he needs the firmness.
He looks at me, beautiful blue eyes swimming with adoration. “I love you, Melissa. I love you and Bucky more than I have ever loved anyone or anything in this world. I want nothing more than to live the rest of my life making the both of you happy.”
“We love you, too, babe. So much. More than life.” Bucky reaches out and takes one of Steve’s hands in his. Steve’s other hand reaches into his pocket pulling out two little shield shaped key chains, two keys dangling from each one. He places one in my hand and one in Bucky’s.
I’m gawking wide eyed at the one in my hand, Bucky’s doing the same. After a moment we look at each other then gaze at Steve waiting for his explanation.
He laughs softly, awkwardly before finally taking a deep breath and releasing it in words. “IkindasortaboughtusabrownstoneinBrooklyn…”
“Wait. What the fuck did you just say?” I look at the keys in my hand and jingle them a little. The noise seems to wake him slightly and he sighs.
“I bought us a brownstone. A whole brownstone. I’ve had it renovated into a single dwelling. It’s in Brooklyn. It’s for the three of us to make a life in.” Steve sinks onto the sofa, his nerves getting the better of him. He watches us stand there, gaping like fish.
Bucky is the first to speak. “Stevie. Wow.” He immediately moves to Steve’s side and sits beside him. Bucky pulls Steve’s chin and makes him turn his head. “Baby, that’s incredible. I couldn’t be happier than I am right now.” He leans in and captures Steve’s lips with his own with a soft, precious kiss.
I’m nervously shifting from foot to foot as I stay rooted in place, still in shock. I keep fingering the keys in my hand and finally the boys realize I’ve not said anything.
“Doll? Are you alright?” Steve’s brows are pressed together in concern. His voice lowers, nearly shifting to Captain mode. “Melissa.” His voice cracks. “Say something. Please.”
Bucky reaches out for me, gesturing for me to come over. But I can’t. I can’t seem to move. Something’s wrong. My head… my chest. He’s instantly on his feet and so is Steve. My two giant bookends.
Bucky know. He knows. The panic attack is on me. Steve realizes it now, and they both stand coming over to me. I start panting and the hand with the keys goes to my chest. Bucky leans down and starts to murmur softly, “Angel. Take my hands.”
I hear him, I do. But it’s like a buzzing in my ears. He brings his hands to my arms and slowly runs them down the length before grasping my hands in his. Focus on his hands. Bucky’s hands. I grip them tight, squishing the keys between my flesh and his metal. They stab me and that brings me around to the present. My eyes snap to his, wide, and he’s grinning. “There she is. Hi, babydoll.”
He scoops me up and sits back on the sofa with me in his lap. In a flash, Steve is there beside us. His hands tentatively stroke my shoulders and when I moan a little he seems to relax and massage them in earnest. “You scared us, love.” Bucky’s hands find purchase on my hips.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why your gift, your huge, incredible gift set me off. I guess maybe…” I shake my head and close my eyes before I stammer, “I.. I d-don’t deserve you.”
Steves hands move to my cheeks and he pulls my gaze to his, “You deserve the world for how you’ve grounded me, made me happy, given me a life, a real life. But for now, a brownstone in Brooklyn where the three of us can be together is going to have to suffice.” He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose. “The world will come, Madame Rose. I’ll make sure of it.”
I giggle at the kiss and Bucky’s hands squeeze my hips, “Guys, we’ve got to get this show on the road. We can’t have the birthday boy be late for his own party.”
Steve and I snort together and l lean back to kiss Bucky’s lips before rising from his lap. He groans at the loss of contact for a second and I laugh, “You’ll have me in your lap again soon enough, babyboy. We’ll need to properly celebrate The Captain’s birthday later tonight, after all.”
I feel Steve’s hands grab my waist yanking me to where he’s still seated and I stand between his legs looking down on him. He’s grinning like an idiot, that Goddamn big goofy smile he wears when he’s happy beyond words. “God I love you, Melissa.”
My small hands cup his jaw as I press a soft, sweet kiss to his perfect, plump mouth. “I love you, too, Steven.” my hand shoots out, grabbing Bucky by his collar and pulling him to me before placing my lips against his, “And you, James. I love you, too.”
They both rise now and I straighten my dress, mess with my hair in the mirror above the entry table, open my clutch and drop the keys to the brownstone and the apartment inside. They meet me at the door as I’m opening it and suddenly I feel a smack on both my ass cheeks. I yelp, “What the-!” They’re both laughing as they shuffle me out the door.
The death of me.
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Paper Moon Part 13
MB - @thecountessakasha here once more. Part 13 is finally finished. There’s a bunch of smut in it to make up for the last chapter.
I’m going to tag a couple people who I’ve told about this and my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.
A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.
This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.
Word count: 3200+ because I am a wordy bitch.
Warnings: Minimal angst. Mega smut. And as always, a lil fluff.
STEVE’S POV
Bucky and I finished cleaning up the kitchen while Melissa was still in the bedroom. We could hear her tearing apart her closet and muttering to herself obviously trying to find the perfect thing to wear to the tower.
“Maybe we should go help her, man. She’s gonna drive herself crazy.” He’s running a hand through his hair and looking at me with his brows knit in worry.
I glance down the hallway as I hear the thud of shoes obviously hitting the wall. “I mean, maybe? I don’t know. I don’t know how to do this. To navigate this.”
Laughing softly, Bucky waves a hand at me. “It’s fine, Steve. I got it.” He gestures to the living room, “Maybe you can clean the rest of this place up while I help her, alright?”
“Alright. That’s sounds like a plan.” I get to work on the living room, straightening up. I didn’t intend to do a deep clean, but as I got into it, I figured I may as well. She deserves the world, but for now a nice clean apartment will do.
While cleaning, I’m also exploring. Learning more and more about her. She clearly values comfort over appearance. An overstuffed couch, two big recliners, an old oak coffee table covered in little nooks and crannies to organize things. Warm and worn hardwood floors, small lamps placed here and there give an inviting atmosphere.
Floor to ceiling windows make up the wall her couch faces. They give a perfect view of the busy city street below. The other three walls are lined with bookshelves that are stuffed to the gills with everything from classics to non-fiction tomes on the Holy Land to current newspapers and magazines.
I run my fingers over the spines of the various books as I dust, feeling as if I can get a sense of her by touching things she obviously holds dear. These books are well loved, well used.
There are pictures in frames everywhere. Family, friends, fans I assume. Her stunning wide smile is ever present in all the ones she’s in. Even those that are clearly her as a child. I love how she’s memorialized these experiences.
Making my way around my eyes land on one that gives me pause. It looks older, like a picture from my time. A beautiful young woman with dark waves, near crystalline eyes, and a small smile that looks as if she’s holding a secret.
She looks so much like Melissa.
I make a mental note to ask her about it.
New Orleans street scenes, shots of the Gulf of Mexico, fleur-de-lis, magnolias, oak trees, pelicans, and stylized skulls in the manner of Dia de Los Muertos make up most of the art pieces that join the photographs littered about her apartment. Nearly every square inch of wall and available table space is covered by something.
I spy a couple of hand woven reed baskets overflowing with spare blankets, a large standing empty ashtray by one recliner, and a huge brass hookah with what looks to be about 4 pipes is in one corner. I’ve never seen her smoke, never tasted it on her. Maybe she has it for guests.
On a little table perched beside one of the recliners is a large, messy stack of sheet music with lyrics handwritten on the pages. I gather the papers, intending to merely put them in a more orderly pile but curiosity gets the better of me and start to thumb through them.
Looking them over, I see she has written little notes for herself near the titles. “Tennessee Whiskey in the style of Chris Stapleton. At Last in the style of Etta James. Between the Bars in the style of Madeleine Peyroux. Hallelujah in the style of k. d. lang. Brave by Jhene Aiko. WWOZ by BTE.” I’m reading them aloud, wondering what they would sound like in her voice.
I come to the next one and my eyes widen, “Fucked My Way Up To the Top by Lana del Rey.” With grin and a shake of my head, I straighten the papers and set them back on the little end table.
“Find something interesting, Steve?”
I nearly jump out of my skin at the proximity of her voice. “Holy shit, Melissa. You can’t sneak up on an old man like that.”
Her head falls backwards as she gives one of her full, loud laughs, “And here I thought you were a super soldier.” She reaches out running a fingernail down my forearm.
Turning to face her, my eyes take her in. “Melissa…you look great.” I can see nearly all of her tattoos, the ones decorating her legs, her arms, her shoulders, a tiny peek of the one down her spine. My knees weaken a bit when I realize I can also see the outline of those delicious little barbells through the material of the dress.
She looks down at her dangerously low cut sundress then back up to me, her cheeks and chest flushing pink at the compliment. She hooks a thumb over her shoulder, “Bucky’s suggestion.”
I see him grinning behind her nodding his head. “As soon as I saw it, stuffed all the way in the back of the closet I might add, I knew that’s what I’d want to see her in. Seems you like it, too.”
“I do!” I grab her in my arms, spinning her around, her feet swinging off the floor. She starts laughing loudly, “Bucky help me!”
“Hey, you’re on your own, Angel. Ya gotta take the consequences for being so beautiful.”
She groans loudly at the cheesy statement. “God, y'all are dorky.” I start to laugh as I plant her back on the floor, taking note of the black strappy sandals adorning her perfectly pedicured feet.
I lean down kissing her gently, taking her a little by surprise. “I was just looking around. I love seeing all the pictures you have.” Gesturing to the one I was most curious about I continue “Who is this beautiful dame? You look an awful lot like her.”
Melissa reaches out for the picture, holding it gingerly in her hands. “My maternal grandmother. She’s the one who gifted me with her knowledge of wartime era fashion. Her and my grandfather taught me all the songs. They also taught me all the dances. Everyone in the family always said I was her spitting image.”
Bucky gives a soft hum of approval, “Then we owe her a great debt.”
She brushes her fingers tenderly over the image. “They all said it was like she’d been made again in me. I was just like her in temperament and personality. Looks, too. Except for one thing.” Her eyes meet mine. “She had ice blue eyes and I ended up with the Irish green from my father’s side.” She shrugs a little.
“And a stunning green they are. My favorite color.” I slide my hands down her arms then take her hands in mine. “Are you ready, doll? I know this is still very overwhelming for you. But we’ll be there. Right beside you. Each step of the way.”
“They’re gonna love you.” Bucky’s low voice comes out muffled as he’s taken up the position standing behind her, his lips attached to one of her exposed shoulders.
She wraps an arm around my waist resting her head on my chest, then pulls Bucky closer behind her. “If you two think you’re ready, then I’m ready. I won’t say I’m not scared. I am. But some things in life take risk. And I believe you two to be worth that risk.” Her eyes find mine as she speaks the last sentence, and I can see the worry. I can also see how sincere and how heartfelt her words are.
“Merci, Maîtresse.”
“Thank you, Angel.”
BUCKY’S POV
While I make Steve clean her apartment, I quietly slide into her bedroom. What I see makes me stop in my tracks. She has torn apart her closet, her dressers. Shoes and clothes are strewn everywhere.
She’s sitting on the floor, back against the bed looking on the verge of tears. “Angel? Melissa? Are you alright?”
Shaking her head she gestures toward the room, “I have nothing to wear. I can't… I can’t go to the tower. I can’t meet the team. They’re your family, Bucky. I need to make a good impression.” Her voice is small, soft, tinged with fear.
I sit on the floor beside her and gather her in my arms, “Hey, hey. It’s ok.” My fingers slide up the sides of neck and I cup her cheeks turning her face to mine. “Listen to me. You’re beautiful. No matter what you wear, you are beautiful. I want you to be comfortable. That’s my main concern.”
“It’s going to be enough of a shock to them about you and Steve. When they meet me and realize the part I play in this, they’re going to hate me.” She’s trembling as she says these words. “And so are your adoring fans. I just …I don’t fit the bill. Not to mention when we go public with our relationship. People won’t be able to handle it.”
I tighten my grip on her. “Melissa, we are all adults here. This is our choice. So what if people don’t like it? They don’t live our lives.” My thumbs brush her cheeks. “And Steve and I want you. More than that, we need you. Neither he nor I have felt as good in our lives as we have since you came along. It fits. You fit. You belong with us.”
She seems as if she has some reply, some counter, but she closes her mouth and just looks at me. Really looks at me. After a moment, she places her hand on my chest and shakes her head. “Oh, Bucky.”
Seeing her like this, I’m overcome. She is perfection and she just doesn’t believe it. I give a shake of my head and suddenly I’m pressing my lips to hers. Her eyes widen a second then she’s kissing me back, sighing softly into my mouth. Her small hands grab for me, tugging at my shirt.
My fingers slip into her robe, pushing it off her shoulders to let it pool around her hips. I’m groaning against her skin as I move from her lips to her jaw making my way to her chin. “How can you not see that? How can I make you understand?”
She’s melting under my touch, her fingers slipping into my hair pulling me close. My lips move against the hollow of her neck, “Everything about you makes me crave more and more.” My tongue darts out licking along her collarbone, teeth nipping at the muscle connecting her neck and shoulder.
I have never heard such delicious sounds from anyone in my life.
“Bucky…” she’s whining. “I have to get dressed, baby boy.” I slip my hand lower, the backs of my knuckles just barely brushing against the wetness between her legs.
I growl against her neck, “But you’re soaking for me, Angel. How can I resist?” My fingers part her folds and I find her little swollen bundle of nerves, pressing against it lightly.
A gasp falls from her lips and I bring my left hand up to cover her mouth. “Shhhhh, lover.” She gives a little whimper as I pull her onto my lap, and I quickly shimmy my sweats down. My hardness slides against the damp heat between her legs making me groan.
Our lips crash together, the kiss all tongues and teeth. She wraps her body around mine as I slide into her, sheathing myself fully. “Oh fuck…” she whispers, her forehead pressing against my chest. Her fingers glide into my hair and she yanks my head back forcefully, her eyes meeting mine.
The gaze is heated, longing and we stare at each other for a moment before her hips start to move a bit, letting me know it’s ok to begin. I grip her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as I start the push pull of her on my cock.
“Quickly, baby boy. Harder…” She has one hand still tightly wrapped in my hair, tugging. Her other raking nails down my back filling me with a shiver of sweet pleasure at the pain. Her hips rock in time with my thrusts.
I take one hand and slip it between us, finger tripping over her clit in small circles as I keep thrusting up into her. “That’s it Bucky baby… yes just like that..fuck I’m close…”
She bites into my shoulder to muffle her screams as her orgasm washes over her. “Fuck Angel you’re so Goddamn tight…!” and I’m spilling into her, her climax setting off mine. We shudder together then still, breathing heavily wrapped up in each other’s arms.
“I hope I didn’t break your skin.” She laughs darkly, licking the spot where she bit me.
I snort, “Somehow I don’t think you’ll lose sleep over it if you did.” I pull back and place a kiss on the tip of her scrunched up nose. “Now, where were we? Oh yes. Let’s find you something to wear.”
MELISSA’S POV
Yep. The death of me.
I’m dressed in a rather revealing sundress that Bucky picked out. The bodice of which is a deep blue that fades into a lovely aqua by the time it reaches the hem resting just above my knees. I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with it. I do love these strappy gladiator style sandals that wrap up and around my calves, though.
Both he and Steve have assured me I’ve never looked more beautiful and that it’s the perfect thing to wear for the “mission” we’re undertaking. If they are happy, then I am happy.
They’re currently my giant bookends as we walk the few blocks toward the tower, arms linked, chatting between ourselves. Occasionally they’ll lean over me and peck little kisses on each other’s lips and it makes my heart swell.
I look up at each of them just before we reach the tower. A little gasp comes from me as I get choked up, teeth pressing harshly into my bottom lip. “Y'all. Can we just …can we hold up for a second?”
They stop immediately looking down at me as I stare at the massive building across the street from us. My eyes move from the bottom all the way to the top spire and the gigantic A adorning it.
I’m taking slow, deep breaths. Steve moves in front of me, fingers sliding around the back of my neck, thumb brushing my cheek. “It’s ok, Melissa. I promise. We promise.” I feel Bucky’s arm around my waist, squeezing my side reassuringly.
“I trust you. Both of you.” I reach for Steve, kissing him hard. Pulling away from him I turn and do the same with Bucky. I close my eyes, once again taking several deep breaths. My hands clench and unclench. After a long moment I link my arms into each of theirs and give a sharp, quick nod of my head. “Alright. Let’s do this.”
Stepping off the curb and crossing the street we make our way into the lobby. A couple of quick turns, a couple of quick hellos to random employees and we reach a deserted corridor. A female voice comes from somewhere, greeting the boys.
“Captain Rogers. Sergeant Barnes. Glad to see you’re back.”
Steve pipes up, “F.R.I.D.A.Y., we’ve brought a guest. She’ll be visiting often. Her name is Melissa Rose. Can you please set up a profile for her?”
A profile? What the fuck…?
As Steve speaks to this… F.R.I.D.A.Y., Bucky realizes I’ve frozen in place. His fingers link through mine and he runs a hand down my arm, “It’s ok. It’s just a matter of precaution. We want you to be safe here. And that requires some security measures.” He brings my hand to his lips, placing a feather light kiss on my palm.
“Of course, Captain Rogers.” Steve guides me to a wall with scanners and such on it. “State your name, please, ma'am.”
“Melissa Anne Rose.”
“Now, please step forward and place your hand against the plate. Lean in and keep your eyes open so that I may scan those as well.”
At least her voice is comforting. I do as she asks, giving her a scan of my right palm as well as my eyes. Suddenly, red beams are scanning my whole body. After a few seconds, she speaks again.
“Thank you, Ms. Rose. I have everything I need.”
“O..okay.” I turn to the boys, “Well, now y'all know everything, huh?” my lips quirking into a small smirk as they laugh.
“Come on, Angel. Let’s head up.” Bucky takes my hand, pulling me to the elevator as Steve follows.
“Lounge floor, F.R.I.D.A.Y., if you please.”
“Of course, Captain Rogers.”
The elevator doors close and suddenly they’re both pressing against me. Steve has his face buried in the crook of my neck as he’s pushing me back against Bucky’s chest. “You look so beautiful, it’s been hard keeping my hands to myself.” He paws at me, making my knees weak. Bucky is holding me up, keeping me steady on my feet as Steve takes advantage of the small space.
I feel his thumbs scratch against the material covering my nipples and it’s then he realizes I’m not wearing a bra. He tugs lightly on the barbells, grinning against my neck. “Melissa… you’re so naughty.”
“This dress doesn’t have a need for a bra, mon petit Capitaine.” I feel Bucky’s hands on my hips, gripping them tightly as Steve growls against my neck. His hand travels down reaching the hem of the dress. He tugs then lifts it slightly, rubbing his fingers against my clothed core. I immediately start to soak through the flimsy cotton, my knees buckling, “Shit, Steve.”
I hear Bucky chuckle darkly behind me. “What’s wrong, Angel?”
“You know Goddamn well what’s wrong, Sergeant.” Steve takes advantage of Bucky distracting me to slip two fingers inside the waistband and into my dripping cunt. “Steve! Fucking hell…”
“Oh god, Maîtresse. You’re soaking.” He quickly kneels down, his strong arms parting my legs as Bucky continues to hold me up. I feel Steve’s tongue press against the fabric covering me, then he roughly pulls it aside to assault my folds with his mouth.
I cry out loudly which brings Bucky’s hand to cover my mouth. “Quiet, Angel. No need to arouse suspicion.” He drops his mouth to my neck, nibbling and licking as Steve devours my pussy. His grunts and groans sending vibrations all through my body.
I cum hard and quick, all over Steve’s talented mouth, my screams muffled by Bucky’s hand. I release Steve’s hair, which I had bunched tightly in my right hand, and he stands after fixing my underwear and my dress. Licking his lips, he grins, leaning in to kiss me. God I love tasting myself on their tongues.
He then grabs Bucky over me, kissing him hard so that they share my flavor. I feel Steve’s hand on my breast, tugging gently at the barbell there through the fabric of my dress. I giggle softly, trying to fix his hair.
Separating as the doors open to the lounge floor, we exit the elevator with huge smiles plastered on our faces. As we step into the large room, the boys grab my hands in theirs as they bracket me. Steve gives a wave to the room.
“Hey guys.”
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Paper Moon Part 13
Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.
This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.
Word count: 3200+ because I am a wordy bitch.
Warnings: Minimal angst. Mega smut. And as always, a lil fluff.
STEVE’S POV
Bucky and I finished cleaning up the kitchen while Melissa was still in the bedroom. We could hear her tearing apart her closet and muttering to herself obviously trying to find the perfect thing to wear to the tower.
“Maybe we should go help her, man. She’s gonna drive herself crazy.” He’s running a hand through his hair and looking at me with his brows knit in worry.
I glance down the hallway as I hear the thud of shoes obviously hitting the wall. “I mean, maybe? I don’t know. I don’t know how to do this. To navigate this.”
Laughing softly, Bucky waves a hand at me. “It’s fine, Steve. I got it.” He gestures to the living room, “Maybe you can clean the rest of this place up while I help her, alright?”
“Alright. That’s sounds like a plan.” I get to work on the living room, straightening up. I didn’t intend to do a deep clean, but as I got into it, I figured I may as well. She deserves the world, but for now a nice clean apartment will do.
While cleaning, I’m also exploring. Learning more and more about her. She clearly values comfort over appearance. An overstuffed couch, two big recliners, an old oak coffee table covered in little nooks and crannies to organize things. Warm and worn hardwood floors, small lamps placed here and there give an inviting atmosphere.>/p>
Floor to ceiling windows make up the wall her couch faces. They give a perfect view of the busy city street below. The other three walls are lined with bookshelves that are stuffed to the gills with everything from classics to non-fiction tomes on the Holy Land to current newspapers and magazines.
I run my fingers over the spines of the various books as I dust, feeling as if I can get a sense of her by touching things she obviously holds dear. These books are well loved, well used.
There are pictures in frames everywhere. Family, friends, fans I assume. Her stunning wide smile is ever present in all the ones she’s in. Even those that are clearly her as a child. I love how she’s memorialized these experiences.
Making my way around my eyes land on one that gives me pause. It looks older, like a picture from my time. A beautiful young woman with dark waves, near crystalline eyes, and a small smile that looks as if she’s holding a secret.
She looks so much like Melissa.
I make a mental note to ask her about it.
New Orleans street scenes, shots of the Gulf of Mexico, fleur-de-lis, magnolias, oak trees, pelicans, and stylized skulls in the manner of Dia de Los Muertos make up most of the art pieces that join the photographs littered about her apartment. Nearly every square inch of wall and available table space is covered by something.
I spy a couple of hand woven reed baskets overflowing with spare blankets, a large standing empty ashtray by one recliner, and a huge brass hookah with what looks to be about 4 pipes is in one corner. I’ve never seen her smoke, never tasted it on her. Maybe she has it for guests.
On a little table perched beside one of the recliners is a large, messy stack of sheet music with lyrics handwritten on the pages. I gather the papers, intending to merely put them in a more orderly pile but curiosity gets the better of me and start to thumb through them.
Looking them over, I see she has written little notes for herself near the titles. “Tennessee Whiskey in the style of Chris Stapleton. At Last in the style of Etta James. Between the Bars in the style of Madeleine Peyroux. Hallelujah in the style of k. d. lang. Brave by Jhene Aiko. WWOZ by BTE.” I’m reading them aloud, wondering what they would sound like in her voice.
I come to the next one and my eyes widen, “Fucked My Way Up To the Top by Lana del Rey.” With grin and a shake of my head, I straighten the papers and set them back on the little end table.
“Find something interesting, Steve?”
I nearly jump out of my skin at the proximity of her voice. “Holy shit, Melissa. You can’t sneak up on an old man like that.”
Her head falls backwards as she gives one of her full, loud laughs, “And here I thought you were a super soldier.” She reaches out running a fingernail down my forearm.
Turning to face her, my eyes take her in. “Melissa…you look great.” I can see nearly all of her tattoos, the ones decorating her legs, her arms, her shoulders, a tiny peek of the one down her spine. My knees weaken a bit when I realize I can also see the outline of those delicious little barbells through the material of the dress.
She looks down at her dangerously low cut sundress then back up to me, her cheeks and chest flushing pink at the compliment. She hooks a thumb over her shoulder, “Bucky’s suggestion.”
I see him grinning behind her nodding his head. “As soon as I saw it, stuffed all the way in the back of the closet I might add, I knew that’s what I’d want to see her in. Seems you like it, too.”
“I do!” I grab her in my arms, spinning her around, her feet swinging off the floor. She starts laughing loudly, “Bucky help me!”
“Hey, you’re on your own, Angel. Ya gotta take the consequences for being so beautiful.”
She groans loudly at the cheesy statement. “God, y'all are dorky.” I start to laugh as I plant her back on the floor, taking note of the black strappy sandals adorning her perfectly pedicured feet.
I lean down kissing her gently, taking her a little by surprise. “I was just looking around. I love seeing all the pictures you have.” Gesturing to the one I was most curious about I continue “Who is this beautiful dame? You look an awful lot like her.”
Melissa reaches out for the picture, holding it gingerly in her hands. “My maternal grandmother. She’s the one who gifted me with her knowledge of wartime era fashion. Her and my grandfather taught me all the songs. They also taught me all the dances. Everyone in the family always said I was her spitting image.”
Bucky gives a soft hum of approval, “Then we owe her a great debt.”
She brushes her fingers tenderly over the image. “They all said it was like she’d been made again in me. I was just like her in temperament and personality. Looks, too. Except for one thing.” Her eyes meet mine. “She had ice blue eyes and I ended up with the Irish green from my father’s side.” She shrugs a little.
“And a stunning green they are. My favorite color.” I slide my hands down her arms then take her hands in mine. “Are you ready, doll? I know this is still very overwhelming for you. But we’ll be there. Right beside you. Each step of the way.”
“They’re gonna love you.” Bucky’s low voice comes out muffled as he’s taken up the position standing behind her, his lips attached to one of her exposed shoulders.
She wraps an arm around my waist resting her head on my chest, then pulls Bucky closer behind her. “If you two think you’re ready, then I’m ready. I won’t say I’m not scared. I am. But some things in life take risk. And I believe you two to be worth that risk.” Her eyes find mine as she speaks the last sentence, and I can see the worry. I can also see how sincere and how heartfelt her words are.
“Merci, Maîtresse.”
“Thank you, Angel.”
BUCKY’S POV
While I make Steve clean her apartment, I quietly slide into her bedroom. What I see makes me stop in my tracks. She has torn apart her closet, her dressers. Shoes and clothes are strewn everywhere.
She’s sitting on the floor, back against the bed looking on the verge of tears. “Angel? Melissa? Are you alright?”
Shaking her head she gestures toward the room, “I have nothing to wear. I can't… I can’t go to the tower. I can’t meet the team. They’re your family, Bucky. I need to make a good impression.” Her voice is small, soft, tinged with fear.
I sit on the floor beside her and gather her in my arms, “Hey, hey. It’s ok.” My fingers slide up the sides of neck and I cup her cheeks turning her face to mine. “Listen to me. You’re beautiful. No matter what you wear, you are beautiful. I want you to be comfortable. That’s my main concern.”
“It’s going to be enough of a shock to them about you and Steve. When they meet me and realize the part I play in this, they’re going to hate me.” She’s trembling as she says these words. “And so are your adoring fans. I just …I don’t fit the bill. Not to mention when we go public with our relationship. People won’t be able to handle it.”
I tighten my grip on her. “Melissa, we are all adults here. This is our choice. So what if people don’t like it? They don’t live our lives.” My thumbs brush her cheeks. “And Steve and I want you. More than that, we need you. Neither he nor I have felt as good in our lives as we have since you came along. It fits. You fit. You belong with us.”
She seems as if she has some reply, some counter, but she closes her mouth and just looks at me. Really looks at me. After a moment, she places her hand on my chest and shakes her head. “Oh, Bucky.”
Seeing her like this, I’m overcome. She is perfection and she just doesn’t believe it. I give a shake of my head and suddenly I’m pressing my lips to hers. Her eyes widen a second then she’s kissing me back, sighing softly into my mouth. Her small hands grab for me, tugging at my shirt.
My fingers slip into her robe, pushing it off her shoulders to let it pool around her hips. I’m groaning against her skin as I move from her lips to her jaw making my way to her chin. “How can you not see that? How can I make you understand?”
She’s melting under my touch, her fingers slipping into my hair pulling me close. My lips move against the hollow of her neck, “Everything about you makes me crave more and more.” My tongue darts out licking along her collarbone, teeth nipping at the muscle connecting her neck and shoulder.
I have never heard such delicious sounds from anyone in my life.
“Bucky…” she’s whining. “I have to get dressed, baby boy.” I slip my hand lower, the backs of my knuckles just barely brushing against the wetness between her legs.
I growl against her neck, “But you’re soaking for me, Angel. How can I resist?” My fingers part her folds and I find her little swollen bundle of nerves, pressing against it lightly.
A gasp falls from her lips and I bring my left hand up to cover her mouth. “Shhhhh, lover.” She gives a little whimper as I pull her onto my lap, and I quickly shimmy my sweats down. My hardness slides against the damp heat between her legs making me groan.
Our lips crash together, the kiss all tongues and teeth. She wraps her body around mine as I slide into her, sheathing myself fully. “Oh fuck…” she whispers, her forehead pressing against my chest. Her fingers glide into my hair and she yanks my head back forcefully, her eyes meeting mine.
The gaze is heated, longing and we stare at each other for a moment before her hips start to move a bit, letting me know it’s ok to begin. I grip her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as I start the push pull of her on my cock.
“Quickly, baby boy. Harder…” She has one hand still tightly wrapped in my hair, tugging. Her other raking nails down my back filling me with a shiver of sweet pleasure at the pain. Her hips rock in time with my thrusts.
I take one hand and slip it between us, finger tripping over her clit in small circles as I keep thrusting up into her. “That’s it Bucky baby… yes just like that..fuck I’m close…”
She bites into my shoulder to muffle her screams as her orgasm washes over her. “Fuck Angel you’re so Goddamn tight…!” and I’m spilling into her, her climax setting off mine. We shudder together then still, breathing heavily wrapped up in each other’s arms.
“I hope I didn’t break your skin.” She laughs darkly, licking the spot where she bit me.
I snort, “Somehow I don’t think you’ll lose sleep over it if you did.” I pull back and place a kiss on the tip of her scrunched up nose. “Now, where were we? Oh yes. Let’s find you something to wear.”
MELISSA’S POV
Yep. The death of me.
I’m dressed in a rather revealing sundress that Bucky picked out. The bodice of which is a deep blue that fades into a lovely aqua by the time it reaches the hem resting just above my knees. I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with it. I do love these strappy gladiator style sandals that wrap up and around my calves, though.
Both he and Steve have assured me I’ve never looked more beautiful and that it’s the perfect thing to wear for the “mission” we’re undertaking. If they are happy, then I am happy.
They’re currently my giant bookends as we walk the few blocks toward the tower, arms linked, chatting between ourselves. Occasionally they’ll lean over me and peck little kisses on each other’s lips and it makes my heart swell.
I look up at each of them just before we reach the tower. A little gasp comes from me as I get choked up, teeth pressing harshly into my bottom lip. “Y'all. Can we just …can we hold up for a second?”
They stop immediately looking down at me as I stare at the massive building across the street from us. My eyes move from the bottom all the way to the top spire and the gigantic A adoring it.
I’m taking slow, deep breaths. Steve moves in front of me, fingers sliding around the back of my neck, thumb brushing my cheek. “It’s ok, Melissa. I promise. We promise.” I feel Bucky’s arm around my waist, squeezing my side reassuringly.
“I trust you. Both of you.” I reach for Steve, kissing him hard. Pulling away from him I turn and do the same with Bucky. I close my eyes, once again taking several deep breaths. My hands clench and unclench. After a long moment I link my arms into each of theirs and give a sharp, quick nod of my head. “Alright. Let’s do this.”
Stepping off the curb and crossing the street we make our way into the lobby. A couple of quick turns, a couple of quick hellos to random employees and we reach a deserted corridor. A female voice comes from somewhere, greeting the boys.
“Captain Rogers. Sergeant Barnes. Glad to see you’re back.”
Steve pipes up, “F.R.I.D.A.Y., we’ve brought a guest. She’ll be visiting often. Her name is Melissa Rose. Can you please set up a profile for her?”
A profile? What the fuck…?
As Steve speaks to this… F.R.I.D.A.Y., Bucky realizes I’ve frozen in place. His fingers link through mine and he runs a hand down my arm, “It’s ok. It’s just a matter of precaution. We want you to be safe here. And that requires some security measures.” He brings my hand to his lips, placing a feather light kiss on my palm.
“Of course, Captain Rogers.” Steve guides me to a wall with scanners and such on it. “State your name, please, ma'am.”
“Melissa Anne Rose.”
“Now, please step forward and place your hand against the plate. Lean in and keep your eyes open so that I may scan those as well.”
At least her voice is comforting. I do as she asks, giving her a scan of my right palm as well as my eyes. Suddenly, red beams are scanning my whole body. After a few seconds, she speaks again.
“Thank you, Ms. Rose. I have everything I need.”
“O..okay.” I turn to the boys, “Well, now y'all know everything, huh?” my lips quirking into a small smirk as they laugh.
“Come on, Angel. Let’s head up.” Bucky takes my hand, pulling me to the elevator as Steve follows.
“Lounge floor, F.R.I.D.A.Y., if you please.”
“Of course, Captain Rogers.”
The elevator doors close and suddenly they’re both pressing against me. Steve has his face buried in the crook of my neck as he’s pushing me back against Bucky’s chest. “You look so beautiful, it’s been hard keeping my hands to myself.” He paws at me, making my knees weak. Bucky is holding me up, keeping me steady on my feet as Steve takes advantage of the small space.
I feel his thumbs scratch against the material covering my nipples and it’s then he realizes I’m not wearing a bra. He tugs lightly on the barbells, grinning against my neck. “Melissa… you’re so naughty.”
“This dress doesn’t have a need for a bra, mon petit Capitaine.” I feel Bucky’s hands on my hips, gripping them tightly as Steve growls against my neck. His hand travels down reaching the hem of the dress. He tugs then lifts it slightly, rubbing his fingers against my clothed core. I immediately start to soak through the flimsy cotton, my knees buckling, “Shit, Steve.”
I hear Bucky chuckle darkly behind me. “What’s wrong, Angel?”
“You know Goddamn well what’s wrong, Sergeant.” Steve takes advantage of Bucky distracting me to slip two fingers inside the waistband and into my dripping cunt. “Steve! Fucking hell…”
“Oh god, Maîtresse. You’re soaking.” He quickly kneels down, his strong arms parting my legs as Bucky continues to hold me up. I feel Steve’s tongue press against the fabric covering me, then he roughly pulls it aside to assault my folds with his mouth.
I cry out loudly which brings Bucky’s hand to cover my mouth. “Quiet, Angel. No need to arouse suspicion.” He drops his mouth to my neck, nibbling and licking as Steve devours my pussy. His grunts and groans sending vibrations all through my body.
I cum hard and quick, all over Steve’s talented mouth, my screams muffled by Bucky’s hand. I release Steve’s hair, which I had bunched tightly in my right hand, and he stands after fixing my underwear and my dress. Licking his lips, he grins, leaning in to kiss me. God I love tasting myself on their tongues.
He then grabs Bucky over me, kissing him hard so that they share my flavor. I feel Steve’s hand on my breast, tugging gently at the barbell there through the fabric of my dress. I giggle softly, trying to fix his hair.
Separating as the doors open to the lounge floor, we exit the elevator with huge smiles plastered on our faces. As we step into the large room, the boys grab my hands in theirs as they bracket me. Steve gives a wave to the room.
“Hey guys.”
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