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syuga-s · 18 days

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when i'm quiet on the other side, know that i'm loving you

w.c. around 12k 🤭 pairing. Namjoon x female!reader (also Jungkook & reader used to be together) genre. Smut. friends to lovers-ish, pwp, angst (bc it wouldn't be me if there wasn't angst lmao), more pwp, AND FLUFF OFC a/n. NSFW MDNI !!! curse words, alcohol mention, sexual content (fingering, unprotected vaginal penetration, oral m&f!receiving, creampie) ENJOY, let me know if I missed anything okay? <3

You couldn’t help but wonder how different things might have been if you had made a different choice that night so many months ago.

“Did you go out tonight?”

“I didn’t, you?”

“Nah, it’s way too cold tonight, lol,” “I want us to go for a drink though”

“Last week was way colder than tonight lmao”, “when?”

“Tomorrow, is that okay?”

“Yeah tomorrow works, I’m free after 5”

“Pick you up at 7 then.”

Seven moons waxed and waned, each night bearing the weight of a silent longing that lingered in the spaces between heartbeats. In the quiet of those months, the echoes of your last conversation with Jungkook reverberated like whispered secrets carried on the wind, haunting yet distant. Despite growing even closer with Namjoon, part of you remained tethered to the memories of what could have been.

You didn’t remember how this started. Until you honestly stopped to think about it, that is.

You met Namjoon through some mutual friends. Every time you went out with them, he seemed to be there. At first, you didn’t think much of him. He was a cool guy, and all your friends were in love with him, but to you, he was just Namjoon.

Your heart was set on someone else, that being one of the main reasons for your way of thinking.

You thought that Jungkook was finally out of your life. After all those months where he kept you hoping that you’d be together, you opened your eyes and understood that being with him was taking you nowhere.

It wasn’t after two years of being on and off with Jungkook that this mess started to happen. But this isn’t about him anymore. It’s what has been happening ever since.

Several months passed, and you had a trip coming up to Barcelona. Not even a day passed when you found out Namjoon and another one of your mutual friends were in the exact same city as you, at the same time.

You were with some of your college friends. You’d been here for about two days, and all your expectations from this week were below average—until that text came to you.

“I want to see you.”

As Namjoon’s text message flashed on your phone screen, a wave of mixed emotions coursed through you. Memories of seeing him at mutual gatherings, his magnetic charisma, and the undeniable chemistry you both shared suddenly flooded your mind. You couldn’t deny the thrill that his message brought. So, you agreed to meet, not really knowing what to expect.

That night in Barcelona, you and Namjoon decided to explore the city’s vibrant nightlife. The streets were alive with the energy of locals and tourists alike, and the possibilities seemed endless. As you walked through the illuminated streets, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

Namjoon turned to you with a playful glint in his eye. “Barcelona sure knows how to stay alive at night, right?”

You nodded, taking in the enchanting atmosphere. “It does, another city that never sleeps.”

That particular night in Barcelona, you and Namjoon didn’t dwell on the complexities of your dynamic. Instead, you focused on the here and now, indulging in the city’s vibrant nightlife. The streets were alive with the pulsating rhythms of music, and the possibilities for adventure seemed endless.

As you hopped from one lively club to another, the music enveloped you, and you both let loose. You danced together, swaying to the intoxicating beats with occasional laughter and shared glances that needed no words. Namjoon’s occasional hand on your waist or his deep voice softly spoken into your ear amidst the music created a sense of electric chemistry.

In the middle of it all, you reached a state of drunken bliss where the world seemed to blur, and nothing else mattered but the man in front of you. The two of you laughed uncontrollably at inside jokes that would be etched in your mind forever.

It was a night of liberation. The beauty of Barcelona’s nightlife and the intoxication of the moment allowed you to escape into a realm of pure joy.

As the night peaked, the connection between you and Namjoon became more intimate. The night transitioned seamlessly from the vibrant energy of the city to the warmth and comfort of Namjoon’s room.

As you stood on the balcony of Namjoon’s room, overlooking the twinkling city lights below, you felt the warmth of his body radiating towards you. You leaned back against the railing, your heart pounding as you looked up at him. He was so close, yet so far away.

Namjoon’s gaze locked onto you, and he could see the desire burning within your eyes. He felt his own heart quicken, his breath hitching in his throat as he moved closer to you. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

“Namjoon,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss. You melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you deepened the kiss. You could feel his heart pounding in time with your own, bodies pressed together in a dance as old as time.

As you broke apart, gasping for breath, Namjoon trailed his fingers down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, and he knew that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

You nodded, eyes shining with desire. “Yes,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “I want this. I want you.”

Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat at your words. He leaned in again, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you for the first time. You couldn’t help but moan softly, your body trembling with desire.

He pulled away from the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice filled with both awe and desperation.

He guided you back to his bed. You looked up at him through hooded eyes, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. “Please,” you begged in a soft voice. “I need you.”

That was all it took to push Namjoon over the edge. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you fiercely, pouring every ounce of pent-up desire into the kiss.

His hands moved down to the hem of your shirt, and he lifted it over your head in one swift motion, tossing it aside without a second thought. His gaze roamed your exposed skin hungrily, like a starving man who had just been presented with a feast.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation as he traced the outline of your bra with his fingertips. “You’ve always been so, so beautiful.”

You found yourselves pausing your hunger for a few minutes, basking in each other’s presence. You ended up leaning into the comfort of Namjoon’s arms. Both halted the intensity of the abrupt contact, with comfortable silences filling the gaps as you both lost yourself in the city sounds playing softly in the background. The dim light from the room cast a warm glow on Namjoon’s face, highlighting his features and making him even more irresistible.

Feeling a sudden rush of boldness, you moved closer to him, your body instinctively seeking his warmth. His eyes met yours, a silent question lingering in them. He pulled you even closer into his embrace, your bodies molding together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle.

His scent enveloped you, a mix of his cologne and something uniquely him. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt his breath tickling the skin of your neck. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, causing a shiver to run down your spine. This was new, yet it felt so right.

With a soft sigh, you let your head fall back, exposing the long line of your neck. Namjoon’s lips found that sensitive skin, tracing a path down to the hollow of your throat. His fingers continued their exploration, now sliding through your thighs.

You shivered at his touch, your body begging for more. “Namjoon,” you whispered, your voice husky with desire.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and tenderness. “Yes, y/n?”

“I want you to fuck me,” you confessed. Feeling bolder this time, you thought it was your turn to take your hands downtown. You dipped your hand into the hollow of his stomach before going down to trail kisses along the waistband of his pants. Namjoon groaned as he realized where this was headed.

Before he could protest, not that he would, you made quick work of undoing his belt to remove both it and his pants. Namjoon helped you undo them, his breath hitching as you wrapped your hand around his length. He was hard and ready, just as you were. Now fully exposed before you, he shifted uncomfortably under your gaze.

Catching onto his hesitation, you reassured him with a smile. “Don’t worry,” you said softly. “I think I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

Namjoon’s eyes softened as he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve thought about you, too,” he confessed. “You have no idea.”

With a swift motion, you stepped out of your own jeans, too, kicking them aside.

You reached behind yourself to unclasp the bra and let it fall to the floor before pulling Namjoon’s shirt over his head and discarding it as well.

Now, almost completely naked, there you stood before him, your bodies mere inches apart. Namjoon’s hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer. His thumb traced circles on your hip bone, sending waves of pleasure through you.

Namjoon’s breath hitched in his throat. A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips at the reaction you were able to elicit from him.

Time seemed to slow down as I took in the sight before me – this was real; he wanted me just as much as I wanted him now.

You went down on him and took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him deeper. Namjoon tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding you as you moved up and down on his length. The sight of you on your knees before him, taking him so willingly, was almost too much for him to handle.

“Shit,” he grunted, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. “I’m gonna come too soon if you keep that up.”

You pulled away with a wicked smile, pressing yourself against Namjoon’s body. He could feel how wet you were even through the fabric of your panties, and he groaned in frustration.

“Why are we still wearing these?” he asked, his voice filled with need as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs.

Once you were both naked, Namjoon’s hand trailed downwards until it found its way between your legs. He ran a finger along your folds teasingly before slipping it inside of you.

You moaned softly at the feeling of being stretched by his finger. “I’m sure we can do more than that,” you begged in a needy voice.

Namjoon added a second finger, pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace. He curled his fingers upwards, searching for that sweet spot deep inside of you.

“God,” he groaned as he felt your walls clench around his fingers. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He continued to work his fingers inside of you until he felt your body start to shake with the first layer of your orgasm. Your back arched off the bed, and a loud moan escaped from your lips as pleasure made your body tremble.

Namjoon removed his fingers from your dripping wet core and brought them up to his mouth, sucking on them eagerly as he tasted your essence.

“You taste so good,” he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation before moving downwards until he was positioned between your legs.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh before trailing a path of kisses up toward your throbbing center. His tongue flicked out and ran along your folds teasingly before zeroing in on your clit.

You gasped at the sensation of Namjoon’s warm tongue against your sensitive bud. He circled it slowly at first, the pressure increasing with every stroke. The combination of his skilled tongue and the way his hands were gripping the flesh of your thighs was driving you absolutely wild.

“Namjoon, stop,” you moaned, the sound of his name on your lips like a prayer. “I’m gonna cum again,”

Namjoon hummed against you in response, sending vibrations coursing through your body that pushed you right to the edge. His tongue moved faster and more insistently against your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

With one final flick of his tongue, you shattered into a million pieces beneath him. Your body convulsed with pleasure as wave after wave of bliss washed over you.

Namjoon lapped up every drop of your release, not wanting to miss a single drop of you. Once you had come down from your high, he climbed back up the bed and pulled you into his arms.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent as you basked in the afterglow of your passion. “You’re really good at that,” you said softly.

Namjoon pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “You taste amazing. I couldn’t help myself,” he replied, his voice filled with genuine affection. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

You looked up at him with a smile and brushed a strand of hair away from his face. There was so much more that you wanted to say, but words were unnecessary at that moment.

Instead, you let your actions speak for themselves as you pulled Namjoon closer and kissed him deeply. The taste of yourself on his lips only served to fuel the fire that was still burning between you.

As the kiss deepened, Namjoon’s hand trailed downwards once again until it found its way between your legs. He could feel how wet you still were, and a surge of desire shot through him like electricity.

He positioned himself at your entrance and looked into your eyes for confirmation before slowly pushing inside of you. You moaned softly at the feeling of being stretched around him once again, nails digging into his shoulders as he filled every inch of you.

Namjoon began to move slowly at first, savoring every sensation as he thrust in and out of your dripping wet core. With each movement, he felt himself getting lost in an ocean that only the two of you could create together.

The rhythm quickly escalated. Your hips bucked against him, meeting each thrust with one of your own. The room was filled with the sounds of the bed creaking beneath you, skin slapping against skin, and moans mingling with whispers. It felt like time had ceased to exist as the world narrowed down to just the two of you, connected in every possible way.

The pace quickened as your bodies moved in perfect sync, building towards a shared climax that was just within reach. Namjoon’s thrusts became more urgent and desperate, like a man on the edge of sanity who was about to lose himself completely.

You could feel your walls clenching around him as an overwhelming sense of pleasure began to build deep within your core. “Namjoon,” you moaned, his name like a prayer on your lips. “I’m cu-”

With one final thrust, you both went hurtling over the edge together; your bodies shuddered and shook with the force of your release.

Eventually, the bliss receded, and you found yourselves once again floating back down to reality. Namjoon collapsed beside you and pulled you into his arms, holding onto you tightly as he tried to catch his breath.

“That was...” he trailed off, searching for the right words to describe what had just happened between you.

“Really fucking hot,” you supplied with a smile.

Hours after being together, you and Namjoon shared a cozy meal on his hotel room balcony, savoring Barcelona’s cuisine. With the city’s magic still lingering in the air, you both settled into a deep conversation about your shared passion for music.

As the minutes passed, you found yourselves planning to attend several concerts together in the coming weeks and months. The anticipation of sharing those experiences added another layer of intimacy to your thing.

You both lay intertwined in each other’s arms, cuddled in the dimly lit room. Fingers traced gentle patterns on each other’s skin, and you shared soft kisses that spoke volumes in their tenderness. That night was filled with smooth, whispered conversations, with playful moments of playing with each other’s hair.

Your time with Namjoon had an electric undercurrent that couldn’t be ignored. While not a romantic undertone, it was clear that there was a magnetic attraction between you two. You shared passionate moments, intimate conversations, and nights filled with desire that went beyond being ‘just friends.’

As you returned home, you both acknowledged the nature of your connection. A “friends with benefits” arrangement that allowed you to explore your feelings without the pressure of defining a full-blown relationship. The connection was intense, yet you hesitated to leap into something more serious.

You’d meet up when schedules allowed, enjoying each other’s company in and out of the bedroom. Your feelings for Namjoon were confusing, and you knew he felt the same way, so neither of you was ready to put a label on it.

As time passed, the relationship continued to evolve. It was a constant push and pull, a dance of desire and restraint. You shared everything with him, but the commitment to a traditional relationship still felt elusive.

Your life continued to grow more complex with each passing day. Not only were you navigating this with Namjoon and what you started doing after Barcelona, but you also had a history with Jungkook, and there already was a connection between these two men.

Jungkook, your on-again, off-again for the past two years, had been a source of both love and, of course, heartache in your life. It was a tumultuous relationship, filled with moments of intense connection followed by periods of emotional distance. He kept you dancing around the idea of commitment, yet he seemed reluctant to fully embrace it.

What made the situation even more difficult was the fact that Jungkook and Namjoon were very close friends. Your social circles had overlapped, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Jungkook had any inkling of your growing connection with Namjoon.

As you delved into the ‘benefits’ dynamic with Namjoon, it added a layer of secrecy to your life.

Your feelings for Jungkook have always been intense and genuine. He was the one you had envisioned a future with, and you longed for a committed, loving relationship. But Jungkook’s reluctance to settle down left you in a state of constant disappointment. He wanted the freedom to explore other options, yet he always kept you within arm’s reach, knowing he could turn to you whenever he pleased.

This cycle was taking a toll on you, causing not only the never-ending heartbreak but also a growing sense of frustration and exhaustion. It was clear to everyone, including your mutual friends, that you were deeply in love with Jungkook, but they also saw the toll it was taking on your well-being.

Namjoon, always so observant and compassionate, saw a glimmer of an opportunity. He understood the depths of your affection for Jungkook and sensed your growing disillusionment. He didn’t plan to interfere but couldn’t help but be drawn to your unique energy and the connection you two shared.

The situation was not of your making. Both Jungkook and Namjoon actively sought you out, and you, despite your love for Jungkook, found it challenging to resist the magnetic pull of your connection with Namjoon.

Jimin’s birthday was a pivotal moment. At that time, you and Jungkook had been mad at each other, tensions simmering beneath the surface. When you arrived at the bar to celebrate, you greeted everyone but Jungkook. The air was thick with unspoken words, and the distance between you was palpable.

Feeling the need for a moment of respite, you slipped away for a cigarette break, seeking solace in the night’s breeze. During this break, you found Taehyung, one of your close friends, who helped you calm down for the night.

Eventually, the group decided to move to another bar, and the atmosphere lightened as everyone indulged in the evening. The drinks flowed, and laughter filled the air. All was good again.

As the night drew to a close, Namjoon kindly offered to drive everyone home in his car. The group piled in, and it was cramped, to say the least. Amid the chaos, you found yourself sitting in Jungkook’s lap, something that was not your choice.

It was during this car ride that Jungkook’s emotional side emerged, fueled by alcohol. He revealed that he was leaving for another country for six months, a fact he had kept hidden from you. You were blindsided by this news and felt a surge of anger and frustration. How could he not have shared this with you before?

Throughout the evening, Namjoon had been watching you closely. He observed how you barely interacted with Jungkook since your arrival and acknowledged the underlying tension. However, he couldn’t deny the surge of anger he felt when you ended up in Jungkook’s lap, even if it was out of necessity.

In the aftermath of Jimin’s birthday, Jungkook planned a farewell dinner for the group on the following Friday. The dinner was heartwarming, even in those conditions. Afterward, you all decided to go for drinks, further complicating everything.

The bar you hit up after dinner turned into a bit of a downer for you. While Jungkook was busy having a blast with everyone else, he seemed to be totally ignoring you. And then, to top it off, he started cozying up to his best friend on the dance floor – talk about a buzzkill. You tried to play it cool, but deep down, it was eating you up inside. Your head was saying, I won’t get jealous, I won’t get jealous, but he kept laughing with her and holding her close to him.

You tried to distract yourself by keeping yourself glued to Taehyung and Jimin, but it was tough to keep up with their conversation when your mind was in a whirl. Chiming in occasionally was getting more complicated, so you let a bitter laugh at the ceiling, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom for a bit, asking your friends to keep your drink safe. Staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to get rid of your pathetic, sad eyes, you felt like you were stuck in some cheesy rom-com.

You couldn’t bear yourself anymore. You knew it wasn’t the girl’s fault, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of what if something was happening between them. You began spiraling, knowing you had to leave the place.

At the risk of seeing Jungkook’s silhouette on your way back to the table, you decided it was time to make a quick exit. Grabbing your purse, you muttered to your friends, “I’ll be right back,” under the pretense of needing some air, and dashed off before anyone could stop you.

Namjoon saw the whole picture. He was aware of your every move and how quick you left the bar. He worried at the thought of your utter goodbye for the night.

In the past days leading up to tonight, Namjoon found himself wrestling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he longed to be closer to you, to break through the walls you had built around your heart. Yet, on the other hand, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought of finding happiness in Jungkook’s absence.

When you stepped outside, the weight of the night’s events hit you like a ton of bricks. You stood there on the sidewalk, feeling lost and overwhelmed. You instantly knew it was too much to actually leave like that. Pulling out your lighter and a cigarette, you took a moment to gather your thoughts. It was one of those times when you wished to call your mom and ask her, “can you pick me up?” but I guess ‘we’re too old for that.’ The air around you wasn’t even cold, but everything felt unbearably heavy.

As you stood there, lost in your thoughts, hard to believe that the asshole you love is having the time of his life. Good for him. You kept rambling. Are you really that detestable? How could he be having the time of his life while you were left feeling so insignificant? It stung to realize that he hadn’t even bothered to tell you about his plans to go for half a year. It was like a slap in the face, a painful reminder of how little you seemed to matter to him.

And the fucking icing on the cake is that tonight, you don’t even exist in his world.

As you were spiraling into a whirlwind of more negative emotions, your phone suddenly rang, jolting you out of your thoughts. Glancing at the screen, you saw ‘Joonie’ flashing back at you. With a sigh, you extinguished your cigarette and answered the call.

“Hello?” you greeted, your voice tinged with a hint of frustration.

From the background noise, you could tell that Namjoon was evidently still at the bar. “Care to tell me why you left?” he asked, his tone laced with concern.

You couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. “I didn’t leave. I’m just outside having a chat with my cig,” you replied sarcastically.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Namjoon spoke again. “And you didn’t think to include me? I’ve been meaning to talk to that guy,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

As Namjoon’s voice filled your ears, a mixture of relief and surprise washed over you. You hadn’t expected him to call, let alone humor you in your self-imposed exile outside the bar.

“I didn’t realize you were such good friends with cigarettes,” you replied, a hint of amusement creeping into your voice despite the heaviness of the situation.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Namjoon chuckled softly. “Well, you know me. Always looking to fraternize,” he quipped, his tone warm and lighthearted.

You couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood, grateful for his presence even from a distance. “Thanks for calling Joonie,” you said, the affectionate nickname slipping from your lips without a second thought.

“Anytime,” Namjoon replied, his voice softening with sincerity. “But jokes aside, are you okay?”

The concern in Namjoon’s voice tugged at your heartstrings, reminding you once again of the depth of his care for you. “I’ll be fine,” you reassured him, although the words felt hollow even to your own ears.

There was another moment of silence, punctuated only by the distant strains of music drifting from the bar. “Do you want me to come out there?” Namjoon asked, his voice laced with anxiety.

As much as you wanted to say yes, to feel the comfort of Namjoon’s presence beside you, you couldn’t bring yourself to burden him with your own shit. “No, it’s okay,” you replied, forcing a note of conviction into your voice. “I just needed some air.”

Namjoon didn’t press the issue. He knew what was happening and understood the meaning of your words. Instead, he simply said, “Alright, but get back inside already. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Even during your turmoil, Namjoon was there for you. “Okaaaaayyyy dad,” you replied, full of sarcasm.

Namjoon laughed softly, his voice carrying a warmth that eased the ache in your chest. “I’ll be here whenever you’re ready to come back in.”

As you made your way back inside the bar to the table where Jimin and Taehyung were seated, their expressions were a mixture of sympathy and awareness. “Are you okay?” Jimin asked, his voice soft but filled with genuine worry.

You forced a smile, attempting to mask the turmoil raging inside you. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, taking your long-forgotten and watered-down drink in one go, waving your hand dismissively. But they could see through the facade, sensing the underlying chaos that threatened to consume you.

Without a word, Namjoon approached the table. He placed his hand at the small of your back, offering silent support and understanding. In that moment, you felt grateful for his unwavering presence amidst your own drama.

You leaned against Namjoon’s torso and rubbed his chest before excusing yourself from the table once more. This time, however, you didn’t head for the exit. Instead, you made your way to the bar to order a considerable amount of drinks, already determined to stop feeling this level of shitty.

As you stood at the bar, ordering your drinks, you couldn’t shake the unease lingering within you. The noise of the crowded bar seemed to fade into the background as you wrestled with your thoughts, your mind consumed by the events of the evening.

On the other hand, Namjoon was careful to avoid the watchful eyes of your friends, who were scattered throughout the crowded bar. He trailed after you with a sense of purpose, his steps deliberate yet discreet. When he saw you at the bar, he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.

At that moment, Namjoon’s heart swelled. Part of him wanted to console you for your evident emotional state. But another part couldn’t deny the selfish desire to hold you close, to revel in the warmth of your presence, even as you struggled with your own demons.

Leaning in, Namjoon gently kissed your right cheek, a silent offering of reassurance and understanding. To his relief, you sighed softly, your eyes closing as you leaned into his embrace, resting your head against his shoulder without a second thought.

“You look way too hot tonight to be feeling like this,” he whispered softly, his words a tender acknowledgment of your heartache. Despite the seriousness of the situation, his tone showed a hint of playful sincerity.

A voice interrupted the moment, cutting through the noise like a knife. Neither of you noticed Jungkook’s approach until it was too late. Drunk and unsteady on his feet, Jungkook stumbled over to the bar, his eyes widening in disbelief as he caught sight of the two of you together.

"Y/N?" The voice was slurred, unmistakably Jungkook’s. You tensed in Namjoon’s arms, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned to see Jungkook standing a few feet away, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.

“Jungkook,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling inside you.

Namjoon tensed beside you, his grip on your waist tightening almost imperceptibly, his expression unreadable.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here,” Jungkook slurred, his words dripping with sarcasm as he stared at you and Namjoon. “Didn’t know you were into my friends, Y/N. Guess you’ll take anyone who gives an ounce of attention, huh?”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, leaving you momentarily speechless as you recoiled from the unexpected attack. Namjoon, however, was quick to react, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive as he stepped forward to confront Jungkook.

“Hey, that’s enough, man,” Namjoon said firmly, his voice cutting through the air as he placed himself between you and Jungkook.

You felt a pang of regret at what you had inadvertently caused, knowing that Jungkook had every right to feel hurt by seeing you with his friend.

“Y/N... and Namjoon,” Jungkook slurred, his words laced with a hint of mockery. “I never would’ve guessed.”

Namjoon’s jaw clenched in frustration. “Come on, man, you’re drunk, and you’re out of line.” Jungkook scoffed, flickering between you and Namjoon with a mixture of disbelief and anger. “Out of line?” he echoed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. I’m just stating the obvious, aren’t I, Y/N?”

Namjoon placed a calming hand on his shoulder, his touch reassuringly. “Let’s not make a scene,” he said quietly, warning Jungkook. “You’re not yourself right now. We’ll talk about this later.”

For a moment, Jungkook seemed to waver, his drunken facade faltering. But then, with a bitter laugh, he turned and stumbled away.

Turning back to you with a look of concern. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress.

You nodded, offering him a shaky smile as you tried to push aside the hurtful words that lingered in the air. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s just get out of here, please.”

The next day dawned with a sense of unease, the previous night’s events still fresh in your mind. As you woke to the harsh light of day filtering through your curtains, you couldn’t shake the discomfort that settled over you like a heavy blanket.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you checked your phone to find a message from Jungkook, his words a stark reminder of the events that had unfolded the night before. “Hey, did you come to the bar last night?” he wrote, his tone casual as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. “I can’t remember a thing, lmao.”

On one hand, his casual tone and obliviousness to the events of the previous night grated on your nerves, but on the other hand, there was a sense of relief knowing that he seemed unaware of the tension that had hung between you, at least for now.

With a heavy sigh, you composed a response, your fingers tapping out a brief reply. “Yeah, I was there,” you wrote, your words tinged with a hint of bitterness you couldn’t shake. “What a night, huh? I’m glad you had fun.”

Meanwhile, on Namjoon’s end, the morning brought a sense of apprehension as he grappled with the aftermath of the confrontation with Jungkook. Despite his best efforts to put on a brave front, he couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him from within.

Throughout the day, he debated whether or not to touch the subject with Jungkook. Still, his resolve faltered each time he tried to gather the courage. How could he confront his friend about his behavior without risking losing you?

As the hours passed, it became increasingly clear that Jungkook had no recollection of the events that had transpired the night before. His mind was fogged by the haze of alcohol, and he seemed oblivious to your exchange, leaving Namjoon at a loss for how to proceed.

After the farewell dinner passed, Namjoon became aware of your persistent efforts to see Jungkook one last time before his departure. He observed as you reached out to Jungkook, only to be met with excuses. Jungkook definitely didn’t want to make the effort to see you.

In the middle of the week, all the guys went out to grab some food; Namjoon sat in the backseat of the car alongside Jungkook, Jimin in the passenger seat, and Taehyung at the wheel. He noticed Jungkook’s phone light up with your name on the screen. It was already dark outside, so the glow from the phone illuminated Jungkook’s face, and Namjoon clearly saw your name on the screen.

It wasn’t a silent ride, so Namjoon didn’t know how the hell he could hear your voice so well as you spoke to Jungkook. Your desperation was palpable, each word carrying the weight of your emotions as you questioned Jungkook about what he had been up to and if he hadn’t gotten the chance to see any of your texts. Namjoon felt a pang of sympathy as he listened, knowing all too well the pain you were feeling.

Jungkook’s response was vague, and his attitude spoke volumes during the conversation.

It was a moment of rawness, the culmination of all your emotions laid bare in a single question. “Can’t you see I was in love with you?” As you spoke, your voice trembled with emotion, the words hanging heavy in the air. “I never asked you for anything,” you continued, your tone tinged with desperation. “nothing, Jungkook, not for you to move in with me or marry me; I just wanted to be with you.” Each word was punctuated by the ache of unfulfilled longing, a plea for understanding in the face of uncertainty. “I don’t get why we can’t be together,” you confessed, the weight of your heartache evident in your voice.

As Namjoon listened to your heartfelt plea, his heart sank with the weight of your words. He felt the tension in the air, a palpable reminder of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. Unsure of what to do, he found himself fidgeting with his phone, his fingers tracing aimless patterns on the screen. He glanced briefly at Jungkook, whose expression remained unreadable, before clearing his throat in an attempt to dispel the heavy silence that hung over them. “Should we try that new restaurant that just opened up downtown?” Namjoon suggested his voice as carefully neutral as possible. He knew that your words had struck a chord in his friend.

As Jungkook struggled to find the right way to respond to your words, his mind raced with conflicting emotions. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His silence hanging heavy in the air.

Sensing his hesitation, you felt a surge of tears welling up inside. Without waiting for him to finally say something, you abruptly ended the call, your actions driven more by the need to release your pent-up emotions than a desire to hear Jungkook’s explanation. The line went silent, leaving Jungkook alone with his thoughts, grappling with the weight of your words and his own inability to answer.

Jungkook’s feelings for you remained ambiguous. It was evident that there was a deep connection between you and him. He knew he loved the attention you gave him without fully understanding your feelings. To be completely honest, you caught him off guard tonight.

He never expected your affection to run so deeply, and the words you just revealed to him left him feeling surprised and perhaps a bit overwhelmed. Jungkook may have underestimated the extent of your emotions and failed to recognize the depth of what he had with you until now.

Namjoon picked you up at the hour he promised. He didn’t waste time and started asking you about what you had been up to. He said he wanted to know how you liked the last music festival you went to, how work had been, and barely five minutes had passed.

“So, where do you want to go?” “I was thinking we could go to one of the bars near my place; what do you think?”

“Sure, I haven’t gone out at all lately”, “did you have one in mind?”

“Wait, tell me first, did you already have dinner?”

You shook your head.

“Good because I haven’t either.” What do you say if we go home and have dinner instead?”

“I’d like that”, “what about some takeout?”

On your way to get food and to his house, he didn’t stop talking for the whole ride; he kept asking all these things about you. And it’s not like you’ve not seen this side of him, but it felt nice that someone was interested enough to ask about your life lately.

The conversation flowed effortlessly as you sat on his bed, eating and watching a movie. You talked about books and films and even asked if you’d considered having children someday. The atmosphere between you was electric, as always, and Namjoon couldn’t help but be swept up in it.

Getting your containers out of the way, he gently hugged you closer, feeling the warmth of your body against his. Your heart raced at his touch, you could never deny the connection between you. “Aren’t you cold?” He began to kiss your neck, sending shivers down your spine as his lips explored your sensitive skin.

The movie played in the background, but you barely noticed as Namjoon pressed you closer, his body molding against yours. “Not anymore,” and then he kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roamed your body.

The heat between you was undeniable as Namjoon lifted you onto his lap, your legs straddling him as he rutted into you. You moaned with pleasure, your bodies moving in a rhythm that felt both new and familiar.

Your hands tangled in his hair as you kissed him passionately, lost in the moment. Namjoon’s hands roamed over your body, tracing every curve and leaving a fire trail in their wake. The air around you was thick with desire as you both gave in to the electricity that pulsed between you.

His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin, marking you as his. Each touch sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core, causing your breath to hitch and your body to arch against him.

“Namjoon,” you moaned his name softly, the sound music to his ears. He lifted you effortlessly, laying you down on the bed so that he could hover above you. His eyes held a mixture of hunger and adoration as he took in the sight before him.

“You’re so hot,” he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks at his words, but before you could respond, his lips were on yours again.

The kiss was deep and passionate, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume everything in its path. Namjoon’s hands explored every inch of your body, leaving no skin untouched. The soft fabric of your clothes became an obstacle that needed to be removed. With nimble fingers, he began undressing you.

When all barriers were gone, he took a moment to admire the sight before him - your naked body spread out beneath him like it was the first time his eyes ever saw you. You squirmed under his gaze.

Get a grip. This is not the first time this has happened.

He leaned down and captured one of your nipples between his lips while his hand massaged the other breast. The sensation was overwhelming as pleasure coursed through every nerve ending in your body.

Your back arched as you moaned his name loudly into the room. Namjoon continued to lavish attention on your breasts, alternating between gentle sucking and teasing flicks of his tongue.

His lips traveled a path of hot kisses down your stomach, leaving a fire trail in their wake. He peppered your skin with soft bites and licks as he made his way to the apex of your thighs.

The anticipation built within you as you felt his warm breath against your core. When his tongue finally made contact with your sensitive bud, a moan ripped from your throat. It was intense, almost too much to handle, as he expertly swirled his tongue around your clit.

Your hips bucked involuntarily as waves of ecstasy crashed over you like an earthquake. Namjoon held onto your thighs, keeping you in place as he continued to devour you with his mouth. His hands were firm yet gentle as they held onto you, grounding you in the sea of pleasure that threatened to sweep you away.

As the intensity grew, so did the need for more. You tugged at Namjoon’s hair, urging him to come up to kiss you. He complied, moving up your body until his lips met yours once again.

You flipped him over so that now you were straddling him again. Your hands roamed over his muscular chest and abdomen before trailing lower to remove his pants.

The familiar sight before you took your breath away - Namjoon completely naked and at your mercy. His length stood proudly at your attention, begging for your touch. You wrapped one hand around him firmly while using the other to tease his balls.

The anticipation built within him as he felt your warm breath against his neck. You peppered his skin with soft bites and kisses as you made your way to the apex of his thighs.

When you finally took him in your mouth, all coherent thought fled from Namjoon’s mind. The sensation was indescribable - a mixture of wet heat and suction that threatened to push him over the edge before he even had a chance to enjoy it fully.

Your tongue swirled around the tip of his length. At the same time, you maintained eye contact with him, the sight alone nearly enough to send him hurling into oblivion.

As if reading his mind, you hollowed out your cheeks and took him in deeper, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Namjoon’s hips bucked involuntarily as pleasure surged through every fiber of his being.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned loudly, the sound reverberating throughout the room. Encouraged by his reaction, you continued to work him with your mouth, alternating between long strokes and teasing flicks of your tongue.

Namjoon’s hands found their way into your hair, holding onto you for dear life as he rode out the electric charges coursing through his veins. The feeling was almost too much to bear, in the best possible way.

He could feel the pressure building within him as he neared the point of no return. With one final thrust of his hips and a low groan that quickly turned into a string of curses, Namjoon came undone.

His release flooded your mouth in hot spurts, the taste always so addictive. You swallowed him down eagerly. When he finally finished, and his body went limp with pleasure, you released him from your mouth.

Namjoon’s head fell back against the pillow and a groan escaped his lips. The sound was like music to your ears as it signaled that you drove him just as wild as he was driving you.

You leaned forward and captured one of his nipples between your lips, sucking gently. Namjoon’s hands found their way to your hips, holding you in place as he thrust upwards, seeking more friction, not giving room to his own overstimulation.

The combined sensations were overwhelming as pleasure surged through every fiber of your being. You continued to grind slowly, relishing in the way his breath hitched and his body reacted to your touch.

“Fuck, I need to be inside,” Namjoon groaned, his voice filled with desperation. The words sent a surge of heat straight to your core as you felt the wetness between your thighs increase.

You positioned yourself over him, lining him up with your entrance before slowly sinking down onto his length. You never got used to the exquisite feeling of fullness he gave you when he filled you completely, stretching you in all the right ways.

Namjoon’s hands gripped onto your hips tightly as you began to move, riding him at a pace that left both of you breathless. His eyes never left yours as he watched all of your emotions play out on your face.

The sounds of skin slapping were intoxicating. Every movement brought you closer and closer to the edge until you finally felt yourself teetering on the edge.

“I’m coming,” you managed to gasp out between moans. Namjoon nodded in understanding, his own release rapidly approaching. He reached between your bodies and began rubbing circles on your clit, pushing you over the edge.

Stars exploded behind your eyelids as a powerful orgasm crashed over you. You clamped down on Namjoon’s length as pleasure pulsed through every nerve ending in your body.

The sight was enough to send Namjoon rushing into his own orgasm. With a loud groan, he spilled himself inside of you, filling you up and leaving you all warm and pliant.

He collapsed beside you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. You rested your head against him, your thoughts suddenly swirling with confusion and desire.

Another movie on TV played in the background, but once again, it went unnoticed as Namjoon pressed soft kisses against your forehead.

As you lay in Namjoon’s chest, your body still warm from his touch, you began questioning your decisions. The weight of the moment pressed against your chest as you listened to the rhythm of his heart. It was a stark reminder that you were here with him, tangled in the sheets, while Jungkook remained out of reach.

It was the pain of missing someone so unattainable.

“I’m so glad we talked,” he playfully whispered against your skin. You looked up at him, and Namjoon sensed the shift in your demeanor. He propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze tracing over the contours of your face. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, concern lacing his voice.

You turned your head to meet his gaze and offered a small smile. “Yeah,” you replied, though uncertainty lingered in your words. “Just...thinking.”

He reached out a hand to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against the curve of your jaw. Namjoon’s dark eyes held an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. “About what?” he inquired.

You hesitated for a moment before deciding to be honest with him. After all, he had been nothing but open and sincere with you since your dynamic began to form. “Suddenly, I just started wondering...what am I doing” you admitted, searching for the right words to explain yourself.

Namjoon’s expression softened as he took in your words, understanding blooming across his features. He shifted closer to you, closing the remaining distance between your bodies and cupping your face in his hands. “You’re here doing this with me because we both want this,” he said firmly yet gently.

His thumb traced circles along your cheekbone as he continued speaking. “I know it’s complicated,” Namjoon acknowledged, his voice filled with empathy. “But we've built something mind-blowing—we can’t deny that.”

Your heart swelled at his words. Namjoon saw past the physical desire, recognizing the emotional entanglement that had brought you to this moment.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender gesture. “I don’t want you to overthink this,” Namjoon murmured. “Just let yourself feel, and we’ll figure it out somewhere along the way.”

His words resonated with you, easing the whirlwind of thoughts spinning through your mind. In this quiet and intimate moment, Namjoon had provided the reassurance and grounding that you needed.

You wrapped your arms around him, in awe of what he just told you. His body melded with yours, offering warmth and solace in a way that no one else had. Here, in the sanctuary of his arms, you allowed yourself to surrender to his intoxicating hugs.

The weight of uncertainty began to lift as passion replaced doubt. Namjoon’s touch ignited a fire within you—one that burned away insecurities and hesitations.

With a newfound sense of clarity, you tilted your head up to capture his lips with yours in a searing kiss. It was a silent admittance—a shared understanding.

Namjoon responded eagerly, his lips moving hungrily against yours as desire flared between you. The air grew thick with anticipation as the heat intensified, driving all rational thought from your mind.

In this moment—this raw and unfiltered desire—you were able to set aside the complexities of love and longing. It was just the two of you, bodies entwined.

You ground your hips against him, aching for more of his touch. The friction between you was intoxicating, and the hunger in Namjoon’s eyes mirrored your own.

With one hand gripping your waist, he used the other to trace a path down your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

Needing to feel more of him, you tugged at his torso, silently urging him to get closer. Namjoon obliged.

Unable to resist any longer, you leaned in to press a kiss against his collarbone. Slowly, you worked your way across his chest, nipping and sucking at his skin along the way. Each moan that escaped from Namjoon’s lips only spurred you on.

Namjoon’s hands roamed over your body, creating an inferno wherever they touched. Desire pooled low in your stomach as his fingers traced patterns on your skin, igniting a fire that hadn’t been extinguished earlier.

Unable to wait longer, you straddled him again, aligning your bodies so perfectly that it felt like coming home. The heat radiating from his hard length made you gasp in anticipation; you needed him desperately once again.

Namjoon’s hands found their way to the small of your back as he pulled you impossibly closer until there was no space left between. Every ridge and plane of your bodies met and melded together as if they were always meant to be this way.

Your eyes locked in before he finally entered you, inch by glorious inch. A moan escaped both your lips at this new sensation; it hasn't felt like this before. It was clear that brand new emotion was being assimilated in your bodies.

As Namjoon began moving inside you with slow yet deliberate thrusts that had you seeing stars with each delicious stroke, your lips found each other once again. The kiss was a perfect blend of passion and desire that left you both gasping for breath.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you clung to him for dear life, your body rocked by the force of his movements. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, the intensity building with every passing second.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Namjoon groaned against your lips, his voice laced with a rawness that sent shivers down your spine. It was all you could do to hold on as you quivered; there wasn’t even a point in counting how many times he’s made you cum tonight.

You moved together in perfect sync, lost in a world where only your bodies and the overwhelming need for one another existed in this room. Time ceased to have any meaning as you chased your releases.

When it finally hit— that earth-shattering peak that left you gasping for air— it was as if everything fell into place. At that moment, there were no doubts or uncertainties; it was just you and Namjoon and the undeniable infatuation you shared.

As the world slowly came back into focus and your breathing returned to normal, you rested your forehead against Namjoon’s, staring deep into his eyes. You didn’t need words to convey what you were both thinking; this had just been the most incredible sex any of you have had since you started seeing each other.

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room. Namjoon stirred beside you, his sleepy gaze meeting yours. You exchanged a knowing look, but the weight of unspoken questions hung in the air.

As you both got dressed and prepared to leave, the atmosphere between you grew slightly tense. The intimacy you had shared was undeniable, but the implications were yet to be understood. You couldn’t ignore the lingering question of whether this was still a momentary escape for you or something that blossomed out last night.

As Namjoon drove you home, the usual comfortable conversation flowed between you, easing some of the tension that had built up within you. His presence was a source of familiarity and reassurance, and you couldn’t help but wonder what exactly the dynamic between the two of you was turning into.

You had always considered Namjoon a nice guy, someone you could rely on, someone who took on the role to care of you in every way. Lately, things have taken a more intimate turn, blurring the lines between friendship and something more. The physical encounter you had just shared added a layer of complexity to your relationship, leaving you with whole lot of questions.

As he pulled up in front of your house, you turned to face him, contemplating your next move. You appreciated him taking you home, but you wanted to retreat to the familiarity of your own space as soon as possible, where you could process the events of the past night.

As you stepped out of the car, you thanked Namjoon once again for everything. The unresolved tension hung in the air, unspoken words and uncharted territory lingering between you. It was clear that there was more to explore, but you also recognized the importance of introspection in this situation.

Walking away from the car, you couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for you and Namjoon. Would you continue to explore this newfound connection, or would you both retreat back to the safety of being just an acquaintance, brushing off the intensity of the previous night as a momentary lapse?

As you entered your home, uncertainty weighed on your mind, and the echoes of the night still resonated within you. One thing was sure, though—this unexpected encounter had left a strong mark, forcing you to confront your fears.

As you continued to navigate your emotions, you couldn’t help but wonder. Would you eventually find the clarity? Or were you destined to be caught in this eternal struggle between the familiar but tumultuous past and the electrifying but uncertain present?

I don’t even know what I’m getting myself into.

A week later, as the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of pink and orange across the sky, you found yourself lost in thought. It had been weeks since Jungkook had finally come back and texted you, so fate had a way of bringing you back together when you least expected it.

It started innocently enough. You were on your way to meet a few friends for dinner when you spotted him across the street. The sight of Jungkook after all this time sent a jolt of electricity through your veins, stirring emotions you had tried so hard to bury.

Caught off guard, you hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Should you approach him and acknowledge his presence, or should you pretend not to see him and continue on your way?

Before you could decide, Jungkook turned and locked eyes with you. Time seemed to stand still as you stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

Taking a deep breath, you summoned some courage you didn’t know you still had. “Jungkook,” you called out softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Facing you, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty flickering in his eyes. “Y/N,” he replied, his voice equally soft.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of the past hanging heavy between you.

“I didn’t expect to see you so soon,” Jungkook finally broke the silence, his tone tinged with a hint of sadness.

“I could say the same,” you replied, countless emotions swirling inside you.

There was a pause as you both searched for the right words, the distance between you feeling both vast and infinitesimal.

“How have you been?” Jungkook asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

You shrugged, unsure of how to answer. “I’ve been... okay,” you replied hesitantly. “And you?”

Jungkook nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “I’ve been keeping busy,” he said cryptically.

More silence followed as you both struggled to find common ground, the awkwardness of the situation palpable.

“I should get going,” you finally said, breaking the tension. “It was... nice seeing you, Jungkook.”

He nodded, unable to meet your gaze. “Yeah, you too,” he replied softly.

Just as you turned to leave, Jungkook found himself unable to resist the urge to speak up. “Wait,” he called out, voice barely above a whisper.

You turned back to face him, curiosity flickering in your eyes. “yes?” you asked, your tone gentle.

He hesitated for a moment, the words catching in his throat. “Can we get together and talk sometime?” Jungkook finally asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Your expression softened. “About what?” you replied, your voice barely audible over the city’s din.

It was quiet for a minute. “Forget it,” Jungkook said quickly, his smile faltering. “It’s nothing.”

But you couldn’t let it go. “No, Jungkook,” you insisted, stepping closer to him. “What do you need to talk about?”

For a moment, Jungkook seemed taken aback by your question, his eyes widening in surprise. And then, with a slight smile, he stepped closer to you.

He cleared his throat, leaning in slightly as if sharing a secret. “I mean,” he started, his voice barely above a whisper as though he was afraid of the words themselves. He paused, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing. “It’s not like I need to, but...”

You listened intently, the gravity of Jungkook’s words sinking in. It was as if he was voicing the thoughts swirling in your mind, the unspoken desires and lingering emotions that you had both been grappling with for so long.

“We’ve always made it complicated, I know,” Jungkook continued, his eyes searching yours for understanding. “But I can’t help but wonder if maybe—just maybe—there’s a chance for us to figure out what we had.”

For a moment, you were both suspended in time; your shared moments and potential futures flashed through your eyes. Jungkook’s question had stirred something within you, a complicated mix of nostalgia, longing, and confusion. The echoes of your past relationship with him were interwoven with the exciting and passionate dynamic you had recently discovered with Namjoon. You knew you had to make a decision, not only for yourself but also for them.

As you looked into Jungkook’s hopeful eyes, you felt deep regret, not for the moments you had shared, but for the ones that never were and would never be. You realized you had been clinging to the hope that may never come. You knew in your heart that it was time to let go and move forward.

With a deep breath, you broke the silence. ‘Jungkook,’ you began, your voice steady, ‘I think it’s best if we don’t…’ Your words trailed off, but you hoped your message was clear.

Lost in your thoughts, you continued to meet your friends, the weight of shutting out someone who hurt you in the past, heavy on your shoulders. As you sat down to dinner, the events of the evening played over and over in your mind, leaving you drained of emotion.

Later that evening, after that particularly confusing and unplanned encounter with Jungkook, you found yourself sitting on the balcony of your apartment, staring out at the city lights. The soothing sound of one of your jazz playlists playing in the background served as a backdrop to your contemplation.

Just then, your phone buzzed, and it was Namjoon. He had sent you a text that read, “I don’t want to be the cause of your pain, but I can’t help how I feel. It’s complicated, I know. Just know that I’m here for you, no matter what you want to do.”

His message struck a chord deep within you. You realized that Namjoon carved himself a special place in your heart, and it was time to tell him your choice.

With Namjoon, you felt a different kind of connection. His understanding and acceptance of your complicated situation were comforting. The passion between you was undeniable, but more than that, you felt seen, valued, and respected in a way that you hadn’t with Jungkook.

As dawn breaks, you find yourself comfortably sheltered on your balcony with a steaming cup of coffee in your hands. The richness of its aroma fills your senses, providing a comforting solitude as you are lost in a sea of thoughts that you have been pondering since the early hours. Your surroundings are quiet, the world below still hushed in the early morning slumber.

Suddenly, this serene silence is broken by a familiar voice echoing from below. The unexpected shout of your name startles you, causing you to rise abruptly from your chair, your heart skipping a beat with the suddenness of it. Curiosity instantly piques within you, a compelling urge to discover the source of this voice calling you.

When you leaned over the balcony railing to peer down, much to your surprise and a slight sense of disbelief, you saw Namjoon. There he was, standing on the lonely street beneath your balcony, his posture exuding an aura of determination. The sight of him there, seemingly out of the blue, took you aback. You hadn’t expected to see him, not at this hour, not here.

“Namjoon, what are you doing here?” you managed to ask him, your voice barely a whisper against the morning chill. Your heart was racing, pounding in your chest at the unexpected sight of him. “Come on up!” You invited him in with a giggle, your mind spinning, thinking, oh my god, he’s here. A surge of laughter bubbled within you as you retreated from the balcony, giving him the time to go up to the first floor.

Without uttering a single word in response, Namjoon quickly made his way up the stairs leading to your apartment. As soon as he stepped through the door, his presence filled the room, bringing a sense of warmth and familiarity you hadn’t realized was missing until now.

The silence that had ensued was once again broken by Namjoon’s voice. His voice was softer and gentler this time, but his determination was no less. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Y/N,” he confessed, his eyes directly meeting yours in a gaze that held you captive. “I needed to see you, talk to you.”

“You drive me crazy in the best possible way,” Namjoon started. “Every stolen glance, every lingering touch, it’s like electricity coursing through my veins, igniting a fire that I can’t control.”

“From the moment I met you, I’ve been consumed by the thought of you, your touch, your scent, your laughter.” Namjoon continued. “I couldn’t resist your pull on me, drawing me in like a moth.”

“You make me feel alive, Y/N,” Namjoon confessed, his eyes burning with desire. “And I never want to let that go. I want to explore every inch of you, body and soul, to lose myself in the passion we share.”

“I want you to go out for drinks with your friends,” Namjoon expressed, his voice still soft. “So when you feel hungover the next day, you’ll ask me to come see you because you want to have me in your arms and cuddle you.”

“I want us to talk in the mornings, still in bed, about all types of things,” Namjoon continued, a fond smile playing on his lips. “But sometimes in the afternoons, too, I want us to be able to do whatever we want during the day.”

“I want you to tell me about the nights you go out with your friends,” Namjoon confessed, his eyes filled with warmth. “And tell me about the guy at the bar who was trying to flirt with you all night. I want you to text me when you’re drunk with your friends just to tell me dumb things because you want to be sure that I’m also thinking about you.”

“I want us to laugh while we’re making love,” Namjoon declared, full of yearning. “To start laughing because we’re trying something new, and it doesn’t make any sense. I want us to be with our friends so you can take my hand and drag me to the other room because you can’t hold back anymore, and you want us to make love right there. I want to make you try to stay quiet because there are people outside, and they might hear us.”

“I want to eat with you all the time,” Namjoon continued. “And I want you to make me talk about myself and for you to talk about everything that’s on your mind. I want us to discuss which is best, the north coast or the south coast, the west or the east. I want to imagine our dream home, still aware that we might never live together.”

“I want to tell you about my plans, the ones that make no sense whatsoever,” Namjoon confessed, his voice filled with excitement. “I want to surprise you by saying, ‘Take your passport, we’re leaving.’ I want to be afraid with you. Do things I wouldn’t do with anyone else because you make me feel safe. Come back home drunk after a night out with my friends, and for you to take my face in your hands, kiss me, and keep me close to you the whole night.”

“I want you to have your life,” Namjoon continued, his tone sincere. “So you can decide to take a few weeks off to go on a trip just because you want to. So you leave me wishing to see you through FaceTime, but all it makes me do is miss you more.”

“I don’t want us to be joined at the hip all the time,” Namjoon admitted, a smile playing on his lips. “That way, we can hang out the next day. You can tell me about your night, and I can tell you about mine.”

“I want something simple yet complicated,” Namjoon declared, his eyes locking with you. “Something that often makes me question myself, but the moment I’m in the same room with you, all my doubts disappear. I want to tell everyone you’re gorgeous, and I want to be proud to say we’re together. I want to tell you that I love you, and most importantly, I want you to be able to say that you love me, too.”

“I want to make plans with you,” Namjoon continued, his voice filled with hope. “Unaware if we’ll make them come true. I want you to have a relationship where you know where you stand. I want to be someone who you love to be with. I want us to still have the desire to fool around at times because we’re still young.”

“I want to be the one you make love to and then fall asleep with,” Namjoon confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, his hand now caressing your cheek. “The one who gives you your space and loves when you get lost in your playlists. I want to have a single life with you because our relationship would be just like that, but together.”

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Hey hey!! Okay, sorry for not being active, sadly I'm lazy. NSFW warning btw, and please excuse me if it's poorly written, I never wrote smut before. Anyways, I'm a huge sub!mizu defender, and I'm willing to die on that hill. (Both are good tbh). Sorry again for this being kinda short and sorry for the possible grammar mistakes. Mwah.

Like swimming in the sunset /part four/

Mizu suddenly froze, and so did you. In the heath of the moment she forgot things could escalate, and she isn't just stuck in that perfect moment. You look at her with wide eyes, and she grabs your hand, pulling it away from her crotch. She just stares, silently, her mind screaming at her for getting this far.

"Is...is something wrong?" You whisper, and Mizu flinches. Yeah, the main problem is that I'm not a man!-is what she wants to scream, but she doesn't. Her jaw just clenches, and she steps away. "Are you, perhaps...not attracted to me?" You whisper, and it's an even bigger surprise. "I...thought men are supposed to..." You whisper to yourself, and look away. "You don't find me body attractive?" You ask, now getting confused.

Mizu's eyebrows shoot up. You expected her to be hard by now... She thinks really hard about what to say...if she should risk it all, or just let you think those sick things. "No, it's...it's not like that." Mizu whispers, and a tired sigh leaves her lips. She leans down, putting her forehead on your shoulder.

"I'm a fraud." She mumbles before she leads your hands to her haori, urging you to slide them down. You just stare at the top of her head for a moment before you get what she wants, and slowly start to lower her haori. The first things you notice are scars...a lot. It makes your insides sting, thinking about how much she suffered. You almost miss the bindings on Mizu's chest because you're so lost in looking at each scar. Your eyes widen, taking the whole thing in. You don't know what to say, or how to say it...so you stay silent.

You gently trace the top of the bindings on her back, as if asking for permission and Mizu quietly hums into your neck. You make sure to not touch any freash wounds as you carefully untie them, and slide them off, letting them hit the cold ground. Mizu doesn't back up from you, so the only way you can make sure that your suspicions are true, you slowly let your palms travel to her chest...and there they are. A pair of small, but firm breasts. They're warm, and you can almost feel goosebumps on them, and your fingertips meet Mizu's nipples, which are now hard from the cold. You pause for a moment, before cupping both breasts, letting their warmth gently caress your skin.

"You're a woman." You whisper, as if there were anyone else who could hear. "Why...why did you never tell me?" You ask, turning your head so you're talking into Mizu's hear, letting it tickle your jaw and chin.

Mizu sighs, and decides to not answer. Instead, she just pushes herself more into your palms. "Do you...whish that I was different?" She mumbles, her heart beating out of her chest, but still feeling a strange calmness. She wants the answer so bad, but she's dreading it at the same time.

"No." You whisper back, gently squeezing her breasts in response, earning a small gasp from her. "I...I don't mind. I just...I wish I knew sooner." You say, now cracking a small smile she can't even see, since she's still hiding in your neck.

"...you don't?" She asks back, now lifting her head to look into your eyes.

"I don't." You repeat, and give her that sweet smile that Mizu loves to get lost in. "It doesn't change you. It's just...the way your body is built, not the way your heart is." You say, slowly leaning closer to her.

Mizu almost tears up. She can feel the tears creeping up in the back of her throat. She feels so free, suddenly. Like everything is taken care of, and she can just...be. She loves it. And before you could see her tears, she leans closer too, and kisses you in a fast and desperate way. This time, she even parts her lips instantly, waiting for your tongue as she pushes herself even more into your hands, her own gently caressing your waist, tracing small circles on your soft skin.

She gasps softly when she feels your hands softly toying with her nipples. She feels vulnerable, but somehow it's not as scary as it's usually is. Usually, she hates feeling vulnerable, since she knows she'll get attacked sooner or later...but now she's not afraid of that.

"I...am not sure how to please you." You whisper as you pull her even closer. "But I want to try." Mizu can feel her insides buring. She wants you to try too. Mizu slowly nods. This is the most vulnerable you've seen her, and you can't help but notice how beautiful she is. You kick yourself mentally for not noticing that she is a woman sooner, even when she has such a lovely face. Suddenly, an unfimiliar wave of boldness washes over you, and you slowly push her down to the ground, making sure that she's sitting on your kimono so that her skin doesn't actually hit the cold ground, and you lower yourself to straddle her hips.

It's true, you've never done this before, but you are not willing to back down. So, you lean in to gently kiss her neck, which earns a small gasp from Mizu, and you can even feel her hands on your back as your hands return to her breasts. You feel how soft they are, and Mizu gets lost in the gentleness of your hands. Every touch she ever recieved had been rough and demanding, but yours...yours are soft, gentle and pleasant. She unconciously opens up her legs a little, and your hand began to slide down her pants. When she notices this, she gulps, but the look in your eyes is enough to make all the anxiety wash away. So she lifts her hips a little, with you on them so that you can slide them off better. When you're suddenly lifted, you giggle and infect Mizu too as you toss her pants aside.

"You're strong." You purr as she lowers you and her hips back down, and Mizu smirks to herself.

"You're just light." She murmurs, puts her hands on your waist, feeling the soft skin with her cold hands. She can feel the callouses on her hands glide on your sides, but it doesn't seem to bother you.

"Not true. I'm a big strong warrior, you see. With tons of muscles." You giggle again and slowly slip out of her lap, to kneel between her legs. Mizu's heart skips a beat when she sees you there, but the smile you give her puts her at peace once again.

"Sure you are. I bet you could lift a whole tree with one hand, huh?" She answers in a mocking tone, until she gasps. She suddenly feels your soft touch at her core, gently sliding one finger along her slit, revealing how slick it already is. You open up her lips with your middle and pointer, and look at her most hidden parts.

"You...you're staring too much." Mizu mumbles, her cheeks slowly going red. She never had anyone actually look at her skin there...she feels more exposed than ever.

"Apologies...you're just too beautiful." You purr once again, and Mizu can feel her blood boiling. She feels...loved. It's a strange feeling, but she quickly gets lost in it. She spreads her legs a little more, and you take that as the green light.

You lean closer and plant a small kiss on her clit, which earns a moan from Mizu. You like that...a lot, actually. Seeing that she can actually moan and make that face...you love seeing her like this. When she's not clenching her jaw, frowning or glaring. With that brand new determination, you keep the kisses coming, and turn them into small licks, then sucks. Your tongue slowly explores all of her, all while the music of Mizu trying to keep her moans quiet is ringing in your ear.

"Louder." You mumble against her entrance, and Mizu's eyebrows lift, and she mutters your name. "Louder." You repeat, and this time pair it with a stronger suck. Mizu lets out a louder moan, leg legs twitching around your head, and you smugly smirk to yourself. It feels good to have this strong, undefeatable warrior melt in your hands. Or your lips, to be exact.

But when you feel Mizu's hand slowly get entangled in your hair, you feel like something snaps. You put your mouth firmly on her clit, and put a finger at her entrance. You hear her quiet gasp, so you lift your head, and kiss her lightly.

"Trust me, okay?" You whisper to her. She's so beautiful like this...you could never hurt her.

"Always." Mizu mumbles back, still lightly panting as she feels your finger gently rub her entrance. She likes this side of you. She likes it a lot. Your eyes are still as sweet and gentle as ever, but...they have this dominance in them too. Mizu never thought she'd like this...or this wasn't how she imagined it. She always imagined you to be fragile and cute in these moments...but this? Oh, she loves this.

You give Mizu one last kiss as you slowly push one finger inside. "You okay?" You ask, and Mizu nods. You're inside her...a part of you is actually inside her...just thinking about it almost makes her moan louder. When you start to move your finger her legs start lightly twitching again and her breathing turns to panting. She's not sure why she's this sensitive...she had someone up there once. And it wasn't even a finger, it was something bigger so why does this feel so much more intense? So much...better?

"You're doing so good." You whisper to her as you softly kiss her cheek, then jaw, then neck. It makes Mizu shiver as she also feels your finger curl inside her, and it makes her bite into her bottom lip.

You give her a small, satisfied smirk and slowly, gently add a second finger inside her. That earns a throathy moan from her, and her back arches in your hands.

"That's it...you're taking it so well. Such a good girl." You whisper to her, and this time she does moan a little louder from the praise. She loves it. When she closes her eyes she only feels your touch, and only hears your voice...like her little paradise. A place where there's only you, and pleasure. A place where she can swim in the sunset and it's warmth.

Mizu moans out your name when she feels your thumb on her clit and both of your fingers repeatedly curling against her g spot. It's almost too much and her thighs starts slowly shaking. "Just...just a little more." She mutters out, and it lights a fire inside you. You start to move your fingers faster, pushing them knuckles deep inside her, and your thumb circles around her clit. You lightly suck on her neck as you get lost in her moans.

Her arms wrap around your back as her toes curl, and with a loud moan of your name, you feel her thighten around your fingers...she did it.

"That's it...that's it." Is the only thing you manage to whisper to her as she rides out her high. You don't want to pull out yet, it's too warm inside her, too soft and welcoming, but you eventually do. When Mizu opens her eyes, you kiss her softly, and you can feel how tired she got just from the way she kisses.

"Let's stay here for a while, okay?" You whisper to her. Mizu snuggles her face into your neck.

"Thank you." She murmurs. Now, she truly...truly feels at peace.

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badasgirlfriend · 6 months

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Desire | Bada Lee Imagine

pairings: bada lee x fem!reader

genre: nswf??? idk , strangers to them fucking, two hot girls wanting doing body shots

a/n: i will literally throw my phone the second i post this KEEP IN MIND this is my first time writing smth nswf (kinda) SO LEAVE ME ALONE I TRIED MY BEST (and i hate it)

As the song played on, Y/N started to feel herself drift away from reality. The music, the crowd, the lights...everything seemed to melt before her. With a drunken giggle, Y/N's face turned flush.

Standing behind her, Solar grabbed her hips and started to grind on her, moving to the rhythm of the music. Y/N let herself be swept away by the moment. It felt so good. It felt so right.

Gently moving her hips, she let the breeze blow on her legs. With the hair out of the way, her hands moved of their own accord. Touching her skin, tracing the curves of her body. There was a hunger growing inside her. As if the music has awakened something.

Slowly, Y/N gathered her hair up above her head, her free hand beginning to roam over her own body. The feeling of the breeze against her exposed skin was both refreshing and arousing.

Her other hand, holding her hair, allowed her to feel every soft curve and smooth surface of her body as her hips started to move slowly, in time with the music.

She could feel the hem of her dress starting to rise up, but she didn't even bother pulling it back down. She was wearing a white dress that looked wet. It was tight, clinging to her body, and showing off all of her curves and figure.

She knew she looked hot. She knew everyone was staring at her, admiring her body, enjoying the sights.

She liked it.

With each step, Y/N could feel the eyes of a tall woman on her. The stare was constant, and it was intense. Y/N loved it, feeling herself heat up under the gaze.

Y/N had never seen someone quite like her before. The tall woman was absolutely stunning. Her black hair, with the blonde stripes underneath, and the black bralette with the unbuttoned jeans, her underwear noticeable. She was wearing so little, but it was enough to drive Y/N crazy.

One look at her was enough to make Y/N's pulse race, but the tall woman knew exactly what she was doing. Those stares of hers were like a spell, pulling Y/N in deeper and deeper. She wanted to touch her, to feel her. To be with her.

She needed her

"Solar who's that" Y/N said loudly in her ear hoping her friend heard her from the loud music

"Who?"

"That tall girl with blonde streaks" Solar smirked, now knowing exactly who she was talking about. "That's Bada Lee," she replied, "a famous choreographer."

Y/N nodded biting her lip, she looked around the room but the girl was nowhere to be found

"Come on, they're doing body shots," Solar said with a mischievous grin, taking ahold of Y/N's wrist and leading her through the crush of people in the club.

They soon found themselves in the midst of a group of people gathered together nearby, who had encircled a handful of shots glasses.

Y/N was suddenly aware of the weight of someone's gaze resting upon her. When she turned to see the source of the intense stare, her eyes were immediately captured by Bada's striking eyes. Y/N could feel her cheeks warming, but she was too flustered to speak.

Just then, someone nearby asked, "Alright, who's going next?"

Y/N felt a burst of courage and stepped forward, flashing a confident grin at the rest of the group.

"I'll do it," she said in a low, sultry voice, before taking the offered glass from the man's hands

She turned to see the various alcoholic drink options laid out before her, trying to decide which to have.

"I prefer tequila," a silky, seductive voice purred, making her knees feel surprisingly weak.

Y/N quickly turned to see that it was the tall girl she had been keeping her eyes on from the start. She smirked, feeling an unfamiliar fluttering sensation in her chest.

Y/N grabbed ahold of the bottle of tequila, making her way towards the table. As she drew near, she realized that Bada was standing in her way. She was so tall, towering above her in a way that made her knees feel weak.

Y/N's gaze lingered on Bada's striking form for a moment before she tried to move past, but the tall girl didn't move out of the way. The two girls' bodies touched as they brushed past each other, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them.

Bada was staring hard at Y/N, and she wasn't ashamed at all. She had been admiring the gorgeous girl ever since she first stepped foot in the club, feeling like she was a magnet for her gaze. Bada couldn't help but be drawn in by her beauty, and she felt a strong pull towards the other girl that she couldn't ignore.

The girl had a certain aura about her that seemed to draw everyone's attention. As she walked through the crowded club, it was as if she was the center of the room, with almost every set of eyes trained on her.

But despite the countless number of people staring at her, she seemed to have eyes only for Bada.

"Tequila it is, yes." Y/N said softly, a hint of innocence in her voice as she handed the bottle to bada.

As Bada took the bottle and held it, never breaking eye contact, Y/N put the small glass between her breasts. The movement caught Bada's attention, and she smirked slightly.

She leaned in close to Y/N, her breath tickling y/n's ear as she whispered seductively "Eager, aren't we?"

Y/N heart raced at the intimate moment, but she maintained her composure and simply smiled, her gaze still locked with Bada's.

Bada opened the bottle of tequila and flipped the cap into the air. Everyone had their eyes transfixed on the two girls as they played their little game of tease and flirt. The tension was thick, the air charged with romance and desire. It was as if the two beautiful women were in their own little world, oblivious to the rest of the world watching in fascination.

The loud, thumping beat of "Meddle Abot" by Chase Atlantic echoed through the club, the music's rhythm filling the room. Y/N flinched slightly as the icy cold liquid was poured down her neck, taken by surprise but not complaining. In fact, the unexpected sensation seemed to turn her on ever so slightly, the chill of the liquid sending a shudder of anticipation down her spine.

Bada bit her lip, eyes fixed on her wet cleavage. The shot was full, but not for long.

Taking Y/N's wrist in a firm grip, Bada licked it where her pulse beat beneath the skin, then sprinkled salt lightly over the wet skin.

All the while, she stared directly at her eyes, keeping Y/N's attention firmly on her. The intensity of the moment was almost too much for the other girl to bear, her pulse racing and her body tingling.

The intensity of the moment was almost too much for Y/N to bear, her pulse racing and her body tingling with anticipation. Her panties were getting wet as the tension between the two women continued to build. Every look, touch, or gesture sent a jolt of electricity shooting through her body, making her heart pound harder and harder with each passing second.

The tall girl grinned as Y/N's pulse rose, her tongue licking away the salt from Y/N's wrist. She then moved to her neck but paused there, giving Y/N goosebumps as her warm breath swept over her skin. The feeling sent a surge of desire coursing through her veins, and her breath hitched with anticipation of what came next.

Y/N almost moaned as the choreographer's tongue touched her skin, her body trembling with desire. There was nothing subtle about it as Bada licked her way down her neck, licking away at the liquor she had poured just moments before. With every touch of her tongue, Y/N felt her body tingle with desire. It was an intoxicating feeling, sending her mind spinning as she tried to hold back the sounds of pleasure that were rising in her throat.

Bada slowly took the shot of tequila, her head tossing back as the strong liquor filled her throat.

"Here" Y/N's voice came out raspy, the feeling of anticipation making her breathless. With the lime clenched firmly in her fingers, she held it out to Bada who leaned in, her lips touching Y/N's fingers. She sucked the lime from her fingers with a playful smile, seeming to enjoy the girl's reactions to her actions.

Y/N shook her head, amused as she got off the table and gave bada a mischievous grin. Then she moved towards her friend Solar, who was staring at her moutb agape

"Girl, that--what?! That was so hot!" Solar screamed with excitement, jumping up and down.

"Tell me about it! I could barely walk, my knees were so weak." Y/N agreed, matching Solar's energy with her own enthusiasm.

"She's coming!" Y/N almost choked at Solar's words, her eyes widening in surprise.

"What--where are you going?" Y/N asked, furrowing her brows as she spotted Solar leaving suddenly.

Her friend shot Y/N a wink as she left and yelled, "You'll thank me later!"

"Hey gorgeous" came the voice from behind her, causing Y/N to whip around. She instantly recognized the voice as the one from earlier

"Hey"

Y/N smirked as she looked at Bada, still giddy from the events earlier. She had to suppress a small giggle as the memories of earlier came flooding back into her mind.

Bada still looked as striking and sensual as she did before, her eyes meeting Y/N's with a certain playfulness and sparkle. She took a slight step forward, but stopped just short of touching the girl in front of her, Bada's hand hovering in front of her, as if tempting Y/N to draw her close.

The younger girl noticed Bada's hand and caught it, immediately drawing the woman close. "Let's dance," she said, her words dripping with seductiveness as she stared into Bada's eyes.

Bada gave a sly smile, her body pressing up against Y/N's as she allowed herself to be pulled in.

As they danced, the two girls moved their bodies in perfect rhythm, as if they were two parts of one whole. Y/n gently wrapped one arm around Bada's neck, bringing her closer, and with the other, she placed her hand on Bada's waist.

As soon as Bada's hands reached for Y/N's waist, she pulled her even closer. And when Bada's lips grazed her neck, drawing gentle circles on the sensitive skin, Y/N's breath caught in her throat.

"What's your name?" Bada whispered, brushing her lips along y/n's collarbone.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "Y/N."

Bada kissed her throat again, this time slightly more passionately than before. As Y/N felt the woman's lips on her skin, her body shivered with desire.

The shorter girl moved her lips close to Bada's ear. She softly chuckled, her sweet laugh making Bada groan "Wanna get out of here-"

"Hey, you two--BADA!!"

Y/N was pulled away by the voice, and Bada let out a few curses. She placed her head on girl's shoulder, slightly annoyed at the interruption.

"What the fuck do you want, Mark?" Bada said, her jaw clenching as she turned her head to face the rude interruption. Her hands remained firmly on Y/N's waist, her grip practically tightening with every word.

Y/N rolled her eyes, she was so close

"Come on, do that thing you were doing back then," Mark said, pulling Bada to the previous spot, not waiting for her response.

Y/N let out a heavy sigh, now left alone. She couldn't believe how quickly the mood had shifted, going from so intimate to so...nothing.

She heard the crowd cheer, something inside her pushing her towards the noise. As she moved through the crowd, she spotted bada holding the bottle they had used before. Bada was looking around frantically, as if searching for someone, and Y/N couldn't help but wonder if that someone was her.

As Bada saw Y/N, a grin spread across her face, and she shook the bottle towards her as if to say "come on." It was an undeniable invitation, and with a smile on her lips, dhe went straight past the other people, heading towards Bada.

"Are you ticklish?" she asked, grabbing the bottle and watching as bada smirked.

"Let's find out," Bada replied, sitting on the table and leaning down slightly in front of Y/N. She placed her hands behind her back on the table, and Y/N wasted no time grabbing the salt and lime.

She parted Bada's legs, standing between them. Bada watched her closely, her eyes filled with lust.

Y/n teased her by gently guiding the lime into Bada's mouth then leaning down and licking her abs. Bada let out a sharp breath as Y/N's tongue touched her stomach, her body shivering with desire.

The girl poured salt over the part where she had licked Bada,. Taking the bottle of tequila, she leaned close to Bada's bellybutton and poured in the alcohol.

Y/N tilted her head, looking up at her with baited breath. When she saw Bada biting her top lip, the girl nearly lost it right there

She's so hot

Y/N's tongue danced over badas skin, her touch both teasing and sensual. The taste of the salt spread across her tongue and she took in the sourness, relishing in the way it heightened her desire. Her tongue slowly gliding to the edge of badas bralette, the tension in the air rising with each touch. Bada couldn't help but grip onto Y/N's wrist, her eyes never leaving Y/N's

Y/N's lips turned into a seductive smile as she pressed her lips against her bellybutton and took a slurped the tequila.

Bada could feel herself going crazy as she watched Y/N, her wild and sexy nature driving her mad. She was desperate to get her alone in a room so she could complete what they started earlier. She imagined them together in a dark room, finally satisfying their mutual desires. The fantasy was becoming unbearable, and she had to find a way to make it a reality.

Y/N's face slowly moved towards Bada's. Her lips parted and she leaned in, tasting the lime in Bada's mouth. Their lips touched but neither of them moved. Y/N didn't want to stop. She softly bit into Bada's lips, tugging at her lips and softly biting the skin. All Bada could do was moan in pleasure

Y/N could hear the cheers of the crowd, many of them coming from boys. They seemed particularly interested in the sight of two girls being lustful with each other. Y/N rolled her eyes, at that

Men....

Y/N couldn't hold back any longer. She grabbed Bada's belt hoops and forcefully pulled her along, desperate to have her alone. Bada was amazed she eagerly followed her like a lost puppy

As they were walking outside to Y/N's car, she swung her arm around Y/N's shoulder and pressed their bodies together. Bada leaned in and kissed the corner of Y/N's lips, causing her to let out a soft whine of pleasure.

She wanted more, and she wanted it now.

Y/N's back hit the car with force, but she didn't mind. She liked it.

Bada's hands gently moved Y/N's hair out of her face "You're so perfect"

With that she pulled her in for a rough kiss. Their mouths collided in a forceful and passionate manner. Y/N felt both pain and pleasure from the sheer intensity of the kiss, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel Bada's teeth digging into her lips, her tongue exploring the inside of her mouth.

She wrapped her arms around Bada's neck, pulling her close and embracing her tightly. Bada's hands were free to explore and she took full advantage of that. She gently squeezed Y/N's butt, enjoying the soft and subtle resistance.

After pulling away from the intense and passionate kiss, both Y/N and Bada were panting, their breath coming in short and heavy gasps.

Y/N chuckled, having noticed the blood on Bada's lips. She leaned in again, licking the blood from her lips. "Let's get inside the car, now,"

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cryiiinggmoth · 2 years

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Hii~

If you're still taking requests can you please write for sub brahms heelshire x domfem reader.

MOMMY

Brahms x FEM!reader

MDNI

C/W: Praise kink,Overstimulation,Biting,Thigh riding,Orgasm denial,Masterbation,Spanking,Scratching,Begging,Mommy kink,body worship

Unedited btw

→ Brahms didnt like bathtime and made it very clear, so you made a deal with him. He takes a bath and you’ll make it worth his while. Which you did.

→ Brahms had his head tucked into your neck whining muffled moans and nonsenseical words. He was a shaking mess, you two had got into the bath him ontop of your lap while you hold him. He had almost already and based off his weak grip on your back it clear it was getting harder to hold himself back.

→ “Good boy,your being such a good boy for me brahms” you muttered continuing to jerk him off. He nodded silentlty muttering “Am your good boy” in a shaky breath.

→ You fasten your hands pace around his cock causing him to lea out a whiny groan before he tensed up blubbering out nonsense once again. You stopped your hand completely when his grip on your back tightend defionatley cutting you. He clawed at your back desperately begging you to let him cum.

→ “Please,please please,wanna cum! Let me cum! please, please mommy, let me cum!” To which you replied with a soft chuckle and a smack to his ass, causing him to let out a yelp.

→ “Continue being a good boy for mommy brahms.” You reminded him in which he nodded and leaned more into you again,this time his hand groping your breast. His breath was still shakiy and he started grinding against your thigh slowly. “Ill be a good boy,i promise,ill be good.” He stuttered out before he moved his head to your chest andlifted up his mask to kiss your neck,color and chest. His hands roaming your body as he grinded on your thigh faster. His hips began stuttering and you knew he was going to cum. You pulled him into a kiss and soed up your pace around his cock.

→ He was practically vibrating by the time you pulled away. “Cum for me baby.” Brahms did just that with a weak moan and fell into you weakly. “Your such a good boy for me brahms.” You smacked his ass again causing him to tense up and yelp a bit. “No more” he finally said and you smiled. “Of course baby, lets clean you up its almost bedtime.” To which he gave no issues with.

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mym0rningstxrs · 2 months

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Your Possessive Roommates

(Ghost & König)

Warning

Ghost x fem y/n

König x fem y/n

Nsfw/smut

Your roommates Ghost and König made sure to keep tabs on you, always. They were discreet about it but they knew everything. They were protective over you in a sense, but also possessive and your known to be a brat and act out being a trouble, not listening. You snuck out to a party without Ghost and König knowing and wearing a big baggy shirt and a skirt with fish nets leggings with thigh highs. You were out late at the party and had your location off. You tried sneaking back in late at night but was caught.

"Where the hell were you?" Ghost was the first to ask as you walked through the door of your shared apartment at 3 A.M. "You turned your location off- I couldn’t even call you." König piped up, standing beside Ghost. They blocked the hallway, both stood with their arms crossed. You looked a bit rough and tired but seeming normal. "I was just out with friends, no big deal."

"And you turned your location off because? And at 3 A.M.?” Ghost pressed, face blank. "Turn your location on, now." König demanded, a slight scowl on his face. "From now on, your location will always be on. Am I understood?" You groan before speaking having an attitude. "I just didn't think about it, I forgot about it." You have a bit of an attitude and grab your phone dramaticly turning your location back on before showing it to Ghost and König. "Here Happy?"

"Bullshit." Ghost said clearly unamused as he stepped closer. He grabbed your phone, you were too nervous to fight him or run away. "Don’t lie to us again.” The man said as he glared down at you coldly before turning and tossing you your phone. You look unhappy that he took your phone but can't do anything and just stays slient. Suddenly Ghost notices how you smell weird like alcohol, drugs and sex. Ghost catches the scent as do König. The both raise an eyebrow as they recognize the scent. They turn to each other with a questioning gaze, they both silently came to the same conclusion.

Your not paying attention and holding your arm as you stare to the side at the floor but they quickly catch your attention when they question you. They both glare down at you, Ghost raises a hand and cups your cheek. “Who’s the man you’ve been with?” He asks. König crosses his arms and waits, a slight scowl on his face. You look nervous all of sudden sweating a little bit. "W-What are you talking about..? I was just with friends like I told you." Ghost and König clearly suspicious knows your lying. Ghost leans in close, invading your personal space as he does so. “You’re lying.” He murmurs.

König nods in agreement as he leans down with his hand on the wall standing in front of you, blocking you from moving anywhere unless you wanted to push against his superior strength. You back up a little but Ghost is standing behind you causing you to back up to him. You blush a little feeling nervous by how you were backed up like this without any escape. "I-Im not lying!" Both men are silent for a moment, their eyes narrowing as they stare at yours. They seem to have both come to a decision.

"We have a proposition for you." König says, finally speaking. You looks confused and nervous. "P-Proposition..?" Ghost lets out a long sigh, crossing his arms and looking down at you for a moment as he does so. "Yes, a proposal. One that could benefit the three of us."

"Benefit? What do you mean..?" You look very hesitant and nervous but very curious. Ghost is standing behind you as his hands move under you're arms close to you're chest while König is in front of you with his hands on you're waist, both extremely close. Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest, your whole body starts to shake as their hot breaths fall onto your neck. “Do you like one of us more than the other?” They both ask, their voices almost in sync. You starts to blush a bit clearly seems confused. "What do you mean? I-I like you both equally..?" Ghost tilts his head, as they stare back and forth at each other . They both seem to discuss something silently before they look back at you, a smirk appearing on both their faces.

Ghost leans down as he moves his hand along you're jaw, he turns your head to face him. Without warning, he kisses you deeply for a moment before he pulls away and you're very surprised but before you could even process or catch your breath, König turns you're head to face him as he kisses you deeply as well. You blush a deep red breathing heavily as your body already feels weak as they take turns stealing your lips. They’re both much taller than you, a lot buffer too. The pair are very possessive, and from time to time, they can be quite demanding and strict, they’re not one to accept no for an answer. Their lips taste sweet as both of them take turns, their hands cupping your cheeks. They press up against you and hold you tightly, not letting you pull away from their touch and kisses.

Ghost’s hand wanders down your neck slowly down your waist before slowly slipping his hand under your skirt. You can feel his other hand wrap around your waist and König hands on you're hips firmly and a tug slightly on your skirt. You realizes that neither of them has even bothered to let you pull away from the kisses yet and the tension is getting heavier and arousing. König slides his hands underneath your shirt, caressing your chest in the process as he teases your tits, he wraps his dominant hand around your neck and pulls you closer to him, his lips never falter away from yours. Ghost has his hand hooked at the hem of your skirt, he begins to pull them down away from you, allowing more bare skin to be visible.

Both of the men aren’t even trying to hide the fact that they’re both aroused by what they’re doing. The men aren’t exactly subtle. They both continue to kiss you, their hands roaming all over your body. König is being gentle, exploring a new person. While Ghost is a bit rougher, and not holding anything back. You can feel both their hands pressing into you're waist and hips, pulling you closely firmly against them. They won’t let you leave their grasp and their hands move slowly to move your shirt up, exploring the skin underneath that they haven’t seen yet. Their hands and lips are very possessive, and territorial. There’s some possessiveness going on with their actions.

Ghost isn’t subtle, his fingers travel up your shirt, his thumb brushing your nipple as he strokes up and down it making you feel weak as your back is arched. He leans into you as he squeezes your tits and his breath falls upon your neck. PKönig is less rough than Ghost, he’s slow, smooth and gentle but not shy in the slightest, he’s still quite the demanding figure though. His hands slide up and down your body as he kisses you. You're body trembles from their touch as you can't help but makes soft noises. Ghost hands caress your breast tracing your nipples as König hands are rubbing your hips tugging on you're skirt. Ghost and Konig start pressing their body against your body firmly. Ghost starts pressing his large hard bulge against your ass but your skirt is getting wiggled up revealing your thighs more and your ass almost popping out which Ghost notices your only wearing a pink thong under the skirt.

Ghost and König both seem pretty interested in this piece of information, their bodies press up against yours in ways that aren’t exactly subtle. With their dominant hands they explore the lower part of you, and in one smooth swoop they both pull your skirt down fully, exposing to you to both of the men so your now only wearing a big shirt, a pink thong and thigh highs. Ghost grabs you by the waist and Konig grabs you by your thighs as they lift you up slightly, your feet off the ground, Your body pressed up against their muscular frames with Ghost behind and Konig is front.

Your barely touching the ground on your tippy toes struggling to hold yourself up in this position. Konig's hands suddenly grips your ass so that Ghost can move closer, Ghost starts rubbing his hard bulge against Your entrance through your thong. You starts to squirm and moan as you wraps your arms around Konig's neck which Konig leans down a bit. You makes soft moans as your chest is pressed against Konig's and your ass popping out towards Ghost. Ghost leans in to kiss you passionately, the man’s lips are hot and the force of his grip on your waist tight. His tongue flicks against your lips and he bites down on it before continuing to kiss you. Koning’s arms wrap around you, his hands on your cheeks as his breathing becomes rougher and he smiles a bit and bites his lip.

Ghost’s hand caress your thighs as one of them slips down into the fabric of your thong, teasing you but not quite going inside of you. You're body reacts betraying you pressing harder into Ghost and Konig, you practically moaning in Konig ear. Ghost is grinding against your ass pretty hard but you clearly seems to enjoys it. "Mhm, you don’t mind this do you?" Ghost asks as he continues to grind and tease you, he knows you’re enjoying this, he likes it when you enjoy yourself.

Ghost pants are tight and bulging more as he's pressed against your ass grinding against you. Konig moves his hands up your thigh and rests his hands near your inner thighs, his fingers tracing circles around your most tender parts, his breathing becoming heavy. Your thighs are trembling and König slides his hand is in-between your thighs feeling how wet you are.

A smirk appears on Konig’s face as he realizes one of his hands is so close to your most vulnerable part of your body. He continues to trace circles around it, teasing but not touching, not yet anyway. Ghost lets out a low growl as he begins to move his hand, he lets one finger slip into the thong to rub against you, his other hand slips up to your breast and it begins to slide over it, teasingly.

(Part 2 maybe? Sorry if Characters aren't exact T-T)

#fanfic #nswf post #smut #call of duty #simon ghost riley #könig cod #ghost x reader #könig x reader #ghost x könig x reader

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rosazoldyckk · 1 year

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𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒!𝐻𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑘𝑎 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𐬿𐬼𐬿𐬻𐬿𐬼𐬿𐬼𐬿𐬼𐬿𐬼𐬿𐬼𐬿𐬼𐬿𐬼𐬿𐬼

Title: 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑒. Fandom: Hunter X Hunter. TW’s: Hisoka being Pervy little Hisoka. If you are uncomfortable with mentions of s^x or non-con (There is no detail of Non-con in this chapter!! It's simply mentioned/implied) if you don't like reading these things then please read with caution or skip<3

And I do want to add that I do NOT condone this unhealthy actions at all so please bare in mind that this is all 100% FICTION and should NOT be encouraged or copied in real life at all!! Pls stay safe!!<33

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Hisoka liked to think he was patient.

Maybe not when it comes to hunting, or fighting, or anything violent in general, but he still liked to think he had better patience than most of the people taking the hunter exam. But, much like the rest of his existence in this world, at some point shit had to hit the fan.

Saying he's grown impatient is a laughable understatement. He's fuming with every passing second, watching as these idiots take more and more of your time away from him. Laughing with you, cuddling you, touching your hair, even having the gall to kiss your cheek and flirt! He's had enough, he's going to get his time with you!

Although he's brooding and furrowing his brows in anger, the sight of you waving to him as you walked his way soothed him, and Hisoka felt a smile tug at his lips for a second. You bounce up to him, having finally gotten past the exam alive, and wrapped your arms around him in an exhausted hug.

It's effortless for him to melt into your hold, and he indulges in the scent of your hair while his arms squeeze around you even tighter. A pleased growl makes its way up his throat, turning into a grunt as he lifts you up and begins to walk away.

"Whoa-Hey! Hisoka! What are you doing?!".

You were bewildered, caught off guard, but trusted him in the sense that he wouldn't drop you. Plus, it felt nice to have strong, muscular arms carrying you like you were weightless. Hisoka just continued chatting casually, all the way from the exam to his home, nothing but nonstop chatter from Hisoka.

Only struggling when it came to opening the door to the house and once again for his bedroom. Once the door was kicked shut, you were gently tossed on his bed with him straddling over you.

The heat rising in your cheeks was only made worse when Hisoka leaned his face closer, and pinned your hands down to your side. "You uh...You good?" You manage to ask with a cracked voice, watching his hungry eyes scan you up and down. Like you were a five course meal and he hasn't eaten in centuries.

"I don't appreciate how they touch you" He stated, grip tightening on your wrists as his fingers flexed. "They act like they can just have you all the time, like they can take you from me". He seethed, and rolled his hips down, a groan being stifled as the pleasure pulsed through his growing cock. "I won't let anyone take you from me, EVER".

He felt an urge to sink his teeth into every inch of your skin. You looked so delectable, so sweet and soft, and the noises he imagined you could make made his restraint break. Lips kiss up and down your neck, teeth nipping your skin and leaving small marks as he babbled away about how much he needed to have you with him.

You begin to stammer, unable to really protest or soothe the muscular jester currently dry humping you. After a few minutes, you manage to spit out "Hisoka, you need to calm down!". It wasn't unusual for the man to get frisky. Hisoka just needed to calm down, and probably eat or drink something. "Y-you're just worked up after taking this exam, you need to-"

"NO!" He shouted, slowly bringing his hips to a stop, halting the barrage of kisses to whisper against your ear "I don't need to do anything but mark you up, and make those idiots see that you're mine."

#hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #hunter x hunter x y/n #hunter x hunter #hxh fanfic #yandere #hisoka morrow x reader #tw obsessive behavior #tw nswf #hisoka #hxh hisoka #hisoka x y/n #hisoka x reader #tw noncon #hisoka x you #hisoka morow #yandere hxh #yandere x darling

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queenuchiha89 · 9 days

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Yes, that imagine about Itachi and Sasuke devouring their little sister together!!

I can't decide if them being competitive or coordinated would be hotter, you know?

Maybe both is good, like the first time they are super competitive for her attention and who can make her squirm the most. And then they realize she likes the attention from both of them the best.

Competitive is bad enough, but coordinating... That's lethal! 🥵 RIP 😝

*** NSFW ***

*** 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI!!! ***

*** TW.INCEST ***

Had to use this pic again because it's just so damn cute and perfect for this!

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

This story contains but is not limited to the following: Incest between siblings, oral sex, praise, and dirty talk that some may find triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!!!

Y/N was the baby of the Uchiha family, and as the baby, she was always very highly protected by her two older brothers, Sasuke and Itachi. She valued and cherished her older brothers more than anything, and felt a great sense of joy when they were pleased with her. They had been on an assignment for the last few weeks and she deeply missed them. So much so that she found it difficult to sleep that night, as they would arrive the next morning. As much as she tried to fight it, sleep eventually took her and she began to dream of her brothers.

Itachi and Sasuke got in just before dawn, everyone else still fast asleep, and they did their best to be as quiet as possible as they made their way upstairs to their respective bedrooms. As they pass Y/N's they decided to peek in on her. She looked so cute laying there, nothing but a thin white nightgown covering her delicate form. They looked at each other with a mischievous smirk, before nodding and entering her room, closing the door behind them. They got in bed with her -itachi behind her, Sasuke in front of her- and began peppering her with soft kissing. "we're home little sister..." Itachi said softly in her ear as his hand reached around to grope one of her perky tits. "Did you miss us as much as we missed you little sis?" Sasuke teased between kisses.

Y/N was wide awake by now, her older brothers ravishing her awake. "Itachi, Sasuke..." She whined as they groped and kissed her. Sasuke reached his hand down between her legs and ran shit finger along her wet slit. "Oh wow, you must have missed us a lot. Feel how wet she is for us Itachi..." Sasuke said encouraging their brother. Itachi reached around and rubbed his index finger against your clit, feeling her wetness, and she moaned for him. "Mmm little sister, you're so wet. Such a good girl for her big brothers..." Itachi praised as he began to kiss his way down her neck.

"roll over little sister, we have something for you..." Itachi whispered to her and she immediately obeyed. Sasuke and Itachi exchange a glance, before they begin to kiss their way down her body. They stop to admire her wet pussy, glistening with arousal for them. "oh little sis... You have the prettiest little pussy." Sasuke said, his voice deep and husky with desire. They both blew gently on her aching pussy making her squirm, and whine, her body aching for release. Itachi was first, lowering his mouth to her sweet pussy, and lapping at her clit slowly. Sasuke watched intently, his cock straining against his pants as he watched his little sister's face contort in pure ecstasy. After a few minutes Sasuke grew impatient, and gave Itachi a shove on the shoulder. "Move Itachi, I need to taste her!" He scoffed impatiently. Itachi pulled away licking his sister's lingering juices off his lips "by all means..." Itachi replies seeming a bit annoyed.

Sasuke runs his tongue along her wet slit, the sensation making her shiver in delight. He laps at her wet pussy, sucking on her clit as her hips jerk and buck. Itachi has been rubbing his cock through his pants the whole time, watching his younger siblings enjoy each other brought him great joy, and made his cock ache. "Hmmm maybe she would enjoy your fingers as well Sasuke?" Itachi said encouraging his little brother to finger fuck their little sister to orgasm. Sasuke obeys and slowly slides his middle and index fingers deep inside his little sister. "ohh she's so tight itachi... You should feel it." Sasuke replies. Itachi loves the idea, and quickly inserts his fingers inside of her along side their brother's. Y/N moans loudly in pleasure and Itachi quickly cups a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. "shhh little sister. You wouldn't want to get caught would you?" She was only able to make eye contact with him, but Itachi could see in her eyes she loved this too much to want to get caught.

Their fingers sliding in and out of her aching pussy was enough to make her toes curl in delight, but little did she know that she was about to have the best orgasm of her life. Sasuke and Itachi both started lapping at her clit, their fingers still thrusting inside her, her moans muffled by Itachi's hand still cupped over her mouth. She couldn't take It anymore, she couldn't hold back against those skilled Uchiha tongues. Her walls pulsed, her legs shook and twitched violently as she squirted cum all over her big brother's faces, and they moan as they lap it all up. "Mmm good girl little sis..." "You're the perfect little sister. Such a good girl." Sasuke and Itachi sang praises to their little sister as they coach her through the best orgasm of her life. She was shaking and panting as she fought to catch her breath. She looked up at her older brother's smirking down at her with that classic Uchiha smirk, and she noticed their thick hard cocks. "oh Itachi... Sasuke. That felt amazing..." She whimpered, her breath ragged. "And we've only just begun little sis..." Sasuke replied looking over at Itachi. "You still have all this cock you have to take..." Itachi says gripping his thick cock through his pants. "Better keep quiet little sis...."

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autherpj · 22 days

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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 𐙚╰┈➤𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙩 ‘𝙘𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙡’ 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙?

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𐙚╰┈➤ 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 𐙚╰┈➤ 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 & 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

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𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙆𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙋𝙊𝙑 𐙚

𝘞𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘈𝘔𝘚 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 2𝘱𝘮, 𝘚𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭— ‘𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎’ 𝘈 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ‘𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢!’ ‘𝙎𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨’ 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 adjusting 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 “𝘽𝙖𝙢 𝙃𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚“ 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮’ 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 ‘𝘉𝘡𝘡𝘡’ 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯 “𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 ’𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬’ 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. “𝖧𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗎𝗉, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒/—𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎?”- 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 “𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚?” “𝖨’𝗆 Solar, 𝖬𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾?”

𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯. “𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩.” “𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎—𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇?” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵ed 𝘢𝘳𝘮 “𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠..𝙬𝙝𝙮?” “𝖣𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖸/𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋?” “𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙝𝙮?” “𝖭𝖮 𝖥𝖴𝖢𝖪𝖭 𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖸𝖸!” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳. “𝖮𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍!” “𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩?” “𝖸/𝗇, 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾” ” 𝙤𝙝..” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, ”Y𝖾𝖺𝗁-𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 15 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋-“ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘠/𝘯´𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 “-𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖡𝖸𝖤𝖤𝖤!” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘠/𝘯´𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 ‘𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’ ´𝙎𝙞𝙜𝙝´ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩?... 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 …

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𝙔/𝙉 𝙋𝙊𝙑 𐙚

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𐙚 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𐙚

𝗐𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾, 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 .

“𝑯𝒆𝒚”

“𝐇𝐢, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧”

“𝑶𝒉, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎”

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?”

“𝑰’𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆…”

“𝐎𝐡 𝐨𝐤- 𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓?!” Looking at his round colored chocolate chip eyes, Trying to Process what he had just said ,He’s just smiling, why is he smiling like am I the only one realizing this?! I didn’t even let him respond before walking out of the room and into my own room across from his, ‘lock’ I look around making sure that I understand the reality of this situation throwing my heels down along with my purse on my desk seeing my jacket on my chair "𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲..." heading to the restroom looking at my messy hair, raccoon eyes and smudged lipstick from last night... I turned on the shower while finished brushing my teeth ‘ Ding’ hearing the lobby notification I get my phone out my purse realizing I have to walk to the kitchen I check the lobby, I open my door slightly seeing jungkook infront of the monitor buzzing them upstairs he now has on light wash loosen pants and a white -Tee and the same denim Calvin Klein jacket in Hand from last night and hair still a little damp from his shower. ‘ Knock knock knock’ I heard from the front door, “JAYYKAYYYYY” I heard a guy speak along with another man they walked towards the living room with my roommate behind, while trying to listen into the conversation I opened my door wider -BARK” the doberman running towards me ”𝗔𝗛𝗛!” I slam the door shut locking it again, hearing laughing from the living room and behind my locked door while I leaned into it. “𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚..” I didn’t answer walking back to my restroom to finally take my shower.

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𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙆𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙋𝙊𝙑 𐙚

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𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 “𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨” -𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 “𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸” - 𝘑𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 “𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣’𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙” “𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳” -𝘑𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 “𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬?”-𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 “𝙪𝙝𝙝 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩…” “𝘈𝘩..𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦?” -𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 “𝙄 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.” “𝘞𝘖𝘞𝘞 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠 𝘑𝘜𝘕𝘎𝘒𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘞𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘚 𝘛𝘖 𝘋𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛” -𝘑𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 “𝘴𝘩𝘩𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶” -𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘥 “𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚.” “𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵?” - 𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 “𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬? 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙? 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮.” “𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵”-𝘑𝘪𝘯 “𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮, 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙” 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘱 “𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵” -𝘑𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 “𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘱” -𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 “𝘼𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩… 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧..” 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 , “𝙄’𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 ” 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 “𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 ..𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿” 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬.

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𝙔/𝙉 𝙋𝙊𝙑 𐙚

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“ That’s not that bad “ -Hwasa confessed “ 𝗡𝗼 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄” “Guys are simple just pretend nothing happened go with the flow” -Hwasa. “𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝗜 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀” “Soooo” -Hwasa gets comfortable on the couch as she continues when I give her a questioning look “How was it though?!” “𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀…𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀” I giggled remembering the events from the night before “AHHH, How big?” “𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝗴” I demonstrated “AHHHH, but the REAL question is would you do it again?” “𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼, 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲?” I responded honestly “Ok? Wait explain?” “𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗵, 𝗡𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀” “ But what if it happens again, and again..” “𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀” The question having me smiling at the thought. “roommates with benefits?” "𝗡𝗼𝗼𝗼, 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀" I corrected her. “Call it what you want, just don’t attached.“ “𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧-𝗪𝗼𝗪, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗜 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿?” “I’m just saying because you’re roommates it’s different then a link, you LIVE with him!” “𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗼𝗸 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀” “Okayy I’m just making sure you understand what could happened” “𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮’𝗮𝗺” I salute her as she laughs “So when did he leave?” “𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗲..- I checked my phone -3 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼” “Alright it’s almost dark are you going to change before we go“ “𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗴𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼” “𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆” “ok cool” giving her the bags the girls left last night and opening the door for her, running back to my room to change before heading out.

“𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁?” “Mr Kim’s bbq.” -Hwasa said “𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲?” “Yeah I think Moonbyul called earlier for the balcony.” “𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 , 𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴” “ you didn’t eat?” “𝗡𝗼, 𝗼𝗻𝗲’𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗜 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿.” “oh well since you had a shity day I’ll pay today” “𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝘆.” I laughed at the face she made “Brat.” “𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗼, 𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻”

Arriving at Mr Kim’s restaurant we greeted the family owned restaurant and Mr kim as he lead us to our table outside. “𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗠𝗿. 𝗞𝗶𝗺?” “I’m doing amazing as always, business has picked up since Solars review she left a few weeks ago I’m so grateful for her and her friends she told about” He looked towards Solar sitting across. “Mr Kim I’m glad things are looking up” -Solar “thank you, Are you all getting the usual?” “Yes please and can you add 3 bottles of soju please and 5 beers”-Moonbyul asked. He smiles as he walks through the kitchen. “ohh celebrating?” Mrs Kim adds “Yes we are, Y/n finally finished her training which means she’ll be starting her photography with bigger brands next month.” -Wheein replied “Oh that’s grate hunn I’m so glad you are doing what you’ve been Wanting for so long” -Mrs Kim adds “𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗜’𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱” “Hunny help me get the people up front!” - Mr. Kim calls “Oops I’ll be back with your drinks in a minute ok.” We assured her to take her time as she helped people coming in. “SO WHAT HAPPENED THIS MORNING”- Solar Exitedly said “Wait what happened?” -Moonbyul questioned “OMG YES!! TELL US EVERYTHING!” -Wheein added “Why am I always the last to know?” -Moonbyul “You where sleeping, And I wanted to check on Y/n so I went over and her roommate was there…” -Solar started her Point of view while I finished the encounters of this afternoon.

“Wow that’s awkward “ -Moonbyul “That’s amazing, only Y/n would get herself in such situations” -Wheein laughed turning the meat on the grill “𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗜 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗗𝗜𝗗𝗡’𝗧 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪!” -You bickered “It’s not that bad guys I told her to just act like it never happened “ -Hwasa said “Yeah just do that, Do you think I could catch this if you throw it at me?” Wheein asked holding the piace of meat up “let’s try it” -Moonbyul hurried her, getting up to try “YA, YA don’t make a mess.” -Hwasa scold “Y/n catch this one” -Solar held up a peace “𝗡𝗼𝗼, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴.“ “No look just from your chair, but back up a bit.” -Solar reassured you “𝗢𝗸 𝗛𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗼 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗠𝗿 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. ” “OKAY 1…2..3 go! ” Hwasa starts seeing Solar terrible throw, the piace of meat landing on my hair “𝗔𝗛𝗛 𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗥” -I screamed “AHHAHAHA” they all started laughing while I shake my head dropping the piece of meat making it land on the floor, we watch as a tall dog start eating it besides my shoes.

“𝘽𝘼𝙈 𝙉𝙊𝙊, 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮.” I turned when recognizing the voice "𝙊𝙝, 𝙔/𝙣" -He said surprised "𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸, 𝗵𝗲𝘆"

“—Are you girls ok with the company? These gentlemen have a dog so I thought they would like to be outside.“ Mr. Kim perfectly interrupts the awkward moment "𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺." I added as I sat back down wiping the mess off my hair “OH HUNNY COME HELP Y/N SHE HAS SOMETHING ON HER HAIR” -Mr Kim yelled as he got me some more napkins from the other table. “Oh, she’s fine Mr.Kim, she just got meat juice on her hair very normal for her.”-Wheein jokes as the rest laugh seeing Mr.Kim’s confused look “YAA DONT SAY THINGS LIKE THAT IN FRONT OF YOUR ELDERS “ -Moonbyul scolds her "𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙨." -Jungkook hands me some after Mr and Mis Kim left " 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 " -I turned to clean my mess “that’s him right .” -Hwasa whispers as she leaned into the table "𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵." “awww look his dog is next to you!” -Solar, I turned seeing bam sniffing my shoes for some leftovers meat juice form a few minutes ago "𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗿." -I smiled petting his head. "𝘽𝙖𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚." -he called bam back only for him to lay next to my chair, I laughed seeing Jungkook baffled look "𝗜𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗸 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆." -I say as I pet him “Bam, you trader” -His friend Taehyung as i recall said, making the rest of them laughed “Yah Taehyung, you know that bams like his father, he-will leave anything for a pretty girl”- Namjoon teased as jungkook sent a glare, making us laugh to ourselfs at the interaction. "OHH, Y/n close your eyess!" -Solar said as she stood behind you covering your eyes. "𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆? 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻?" “YAA, WHAT FRIENDS WOULD WE BE IF WE DIDNT CELEBRATE YOUR PROMOTION!” -Wheein yelled Solar removed her hands letting me open the cake Hwasa prepared. "𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲, "𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸!´" -I laughed as she gasped and replaced the cake with one that said ‘CONGRATULATIONS, LETS GET DRUNK’ “I NEVER DOUBTED YOU IT WAS MOONBYUL IDEA!” She defended herself “YAHH YOU AGREED, and it was just in case!” We laughed “So what do we do with the other cake?” -Wheein asked “Y/n give it to your roommate” -Hwasa added "𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗳, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵" “NOSEGOSE” -Hwasa yells “NO I WASNT READY THAT DOSENT COUNT” - Moonbyul yells while I hand her the cake dragging her along. "𝗛𝗲𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗲!" -I smiled as they all turned towards me "𝙍𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘽𝙖𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮?" -He smiled seeing bam lean on my legs. "𝗗𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁." -I laughed petting bams head My friends ordered an extra cake, wanted to know if you wanted it “What flavor?” His friend asked “Red velvet” - Moonbyul answered “Then yes we will take that, I’m SeokJin.” He adds as he bowled “Im Moonbyul” -She replied bowling back "𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙔/𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙔/𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣, 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜, 𝙔𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞, 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙃𝙚𝙤𝙨𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙞𝙣." -He introduced us. "𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼, 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻, 𝗛𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗮 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗿" -thay all waved at each other. “Why does the cake say-” -Namjoon started. “Oh we don’t talk about it, it’s all in the past.” -Moonbyul try’s to reassure them "𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻´𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲." -I laughed looking at her “I WAS, NO WEEE- WHERE BEING SAFE !“-She pointed at the girls a they all pretend to no hear a thing laughing "𝗔𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿." I asked as he turned back to me "𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙤? 𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚." "𝗦𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲." -I smiled with him get up and excusing himself "𝙄𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙧." -He followed when I lead the way , handing me Bams leash. "𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧!" -I called slowing down at the exit “BYE HUNN, HAVE A GREAT NIGHT” -thay waved at us.

"𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨?" He asked " 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆." "𝙊𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮?" "𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲." -I added "𝘼𝙧𝙚 ��𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨?" -He continues "𝗢𝗵 𝗗𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲, 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂?" "𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚." " 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗹." "𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙?" -He questioned again "𝗪𝗵𝗼?" -Turning to glance at him, frowning my brows a little confused, "𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙮, 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙗" -He chuckled shamelessly explaining further, turning to face me he walked backwards looking down on me. "𝙊𝙝, 𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨." -I answered, looking up at him, stoping infront of my car. "𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙?" "𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵?- “ “Y/n here are your keys I forgot to give them back!” -Hwasa ran towards us "𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝗜 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄?" -I said hugging her "For sure, Bye nice meeting you Jungkook!” -She bowed as she ran back. "𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝘽𝙖𝙢, 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠?" He asked taking Bams leash. "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲." I said unlocking and started the car "𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" to behave right?” He said helping bam sit. "𝗜´𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲´𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁." I reassured him "𝙔𝙤𝙪´𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?” He chuckled at my expression, walking back to the restaurant…

‘CLICK CLICK’ "𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗕𝗮𝗺, 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲." I open the door for bam as we walked inside, locking the door behind us ’LOCK’ … "𝙔𝙤𝙪´𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" I remembered his words ‘Sigh’ I took off my shoes and replaced them with my slipons the shoe rack cared. "𝗕𝗮𝗺, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗵𝗺𝗺?" I said as I removed him leash and collar and hung them besides my keys on the rack. Eating his food by the living room balcony, before we headed to my room to get myself ready to shower bam layed on my bed as gathered my clothes, not long after I closed the restroom to shower.

Getting out the shower to Change I heard The lobby notification on my phone, I quickly change and head to the monitor seeing a woman with short light blonde hair and a black tight dress leaning into the camera “I iiia-nnnn lEtT mE inN-n” she spoke seaming drunk from her slerd words ´Ian?´ pressing the talk button I spoke “𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼, 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲." She looked confused getting closer to the camera “hE sAid tHis waS hIs NEw PlAce Or iS it-OHhhH sOrRY I mEant JUngkOok” -she replied laughing trying to open the lobby door "𝗢𝗵, 𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆?" -I spoke as she leaned on the door “No. CaNn yOu juSt Let Me iN?” -She spoke again "𝗜´𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻´𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁...𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?" -I spoke honestly, " i wOnt hURt yOu." -she rocked in place before stumbling back and falling into a bush "𝗛𝗘𝗬! 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆?!" “iAAnnN, iTs yoUr fuLT!“ My eyes widened at her sudden cry of words, with that I put my shoes on and close the door behind me as I ran to the elevator .. I get to the lobby opening the door to help her up and picking up the broken heels that had fallen off. "𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗴𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝘂𝗽𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸,𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆?" She didn’t say anything just walked past me, wiping her tears in the elevator. When we got inside Bam ran passed me and onto her “BAMMM my BabY whEre’S YoUr dAD” -She said laughed as he jumped excitedly “AMA ShOwR!” She spoke running into the hall “wItCh oNes hIs?” -she asked "𝗟𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿." -I said sitting her broken heels on the shoe rack "𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀?" -I asked, the shower started running not hearing anything back I went to my room getting a shirt and shorts for her and leaving it on Jungkooks bed "𝗜 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂!" “okkk! aLmoSt doNe!” -She finally spoke back. Going back to the living room trying to remember where I had left my phone, heading back to my room, I see it on my bed ready to text Jungkook about this drunk girl, that has made her way to desperately see him at 1 in the morning. Suddenly hearing the door open and Bam runing out my room, had me relieved hearing his voice. Walking out my room to being slightly cutoff “BABE!” she ran and jumping into his arms, bringing her lips on his as he held her up to his waist, seeing her wearing an oversized shirt, most likely his, i walk into the living room again

"𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙚 ..?"

"HI baby, i missed you.."

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