#o can’t wait for this semester to finish and so that I can fully catch up here

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Happy Birthday to the bestest ninja man and worm on a string <3

#bnha #edgeshot #eclair’s art #kamihara shinya #best jeanist #hakamada tsunagu #edgejeanist #happy birthday to the best lil guy ever #I love him so much #also #sorry there will be slow posting for a while- it’s my finals weeks coming up and I’ve got so much stuff to do #to the asks that I have been sent- I’ve seen you and thank you. they’ll be answered when I can! #o can’t wait for this semester to finish and so that I can fully catch up here #anyway #here you go! messsy doodle for now

[luffles424]

Kairos

☼ Pairing: Seokjin x reader

☼ Genre: A/B/O dynamics, college au, omega!reader, Alpha!CEO!Seokjin, s2l, fluff, smut, minor angst (they’re idiots)

☼ Count: 25.6K

☼ Warnings: teasing, marking (+ a little blood), unprotected sex (stay safe kids!), knotting, creampie, multiple orgasms, impreg kink, minor dom/sub undertones, oral (f receiving), fingering, pillow humping, dirty talk, praise kink, heat sex, seokjin is a soft alpha

☼ Summary: kairos καιρός (greek, n.) - the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

When your financial aid falls through for your last year of school, you fear you’ll have to drop out and postpone your degree. Until Taehyung gives you a suggestion to make a lot of money, quick. His idea can’t possibly end well, can it?

☼ a/n: So, guess who’s not dead? Sorry it took so long to get something new out, life’s been... busy. I’ve got other stuff currently in the works and I hopefully won’t take quite so long to put something else out again. Anyway let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

You stared at the letter from your school, reading it for the fifth time and hoping that maybe, just maybe, the words had rearranged, said something different. Anything else. Changed to say something other than there was a problem with your financial aid. That it fell through and that your tuition, the full semester tuition, would be due in just two weeks when classes started. You felt your throat closing up as tears blurred your vision, panic at what you were supposed to do now clawing at your throat and stealing your voice. Distantly, you heard a door down the hall open. 

Seconds later, arms were wrapped around you, the letter falling from your limp hands to lie on the ground innocently, like that piece of paper didn’t just effectively ruin your life. You’re guided to sit on the couch, where you promptly buried your face in their chest, breathing in the comforting scent of vanilla and alpha. A choked sob leaves you and your hands reach up to clutch at their shirt, desperate for some kind of grounding. A hand rubs soothingly at your back as they murmur soft words to you, words that you can’t make out of the rushing noise in your ears, as they wait for you to calm down. Minutes passed and you take a deep shuddering breath, feeling marginally better despite the fact that you felt like your world was crumbling.

“Think you can talk about it now, babe?” 

You sit up a little, scrubbing your hands over your face before looking up at Lisa’s concerned face. You give a small shrug before looking down at your lap. She rubbed your back again. 

“I can call Jimin over if it’s an omega thing and you don’t want to talk to me about it. I know I don’t always get everything and you know I won’t be offended if you need him instead of me.” She offers, tugging her phone from her pocket.

You shake your head. “It’s not. I-” You paused, swallowing back a fresh wave of tears, trying to ignore the panic that threatens to swallow you. “My financial aid fell through... I- I have to have the whole semester paid in two weeks.” You pause to take a deep breath. “Even the payment plan installments are too big for me to afford.” You look at her with watery eyes. “I can’t finish my last year.”

“Oh, honey.” She frowns, voice sounding as wreck as if this were happening to her and not you and fully wraps her arms around you. “We’ll figure something out, I promise. You’re going to graduate with all of us if it’s the last thing we all do.”

You hiccuped a laugh at her proclamation. “You make it sound like you all are going to war for me.”

You feel her shoulders lift in a shrug. “You know we all would.” She murmurs, pressing a soothing kiss to your temple.

The two of you sit on the couch in silence for a while, Lisa’s alpha presence doing wonders in helping to keep you calm and grounded while you try to think of anything you could possibly do to get the money for school. But you come up horribly empty for anything you could do that would suddenly get you that much money. And as the time crawls by, you feel more and more despondent. 

Your pondering, Lisa called it sulking but you maintain that you were spending the time trying to think and solve this, is interrupted by a knock at your door and you shoot Lisa a look, knowing full well that you should’ve known that she was up to something. She had been far too quiet since she’d gotten you to stop crying. She gives you a wink in response and rises to go open it. Seconds later, you’re enveloped in another hug as your house appears to be invaded by the rest of your friends. You chuckle as Jimin rubs his cheek against yours before he’s sitting and pulling you close with an arm around your waist. He maintains a hand on you even as he turns away to direct someone you can’t see from your position. Your other friends trail in, all leaving comforting touches and the comforting blend of their scents on you before migrating elsewhere.

You see Taehyung and Jennie carrying bags into the kitchen after they pass you, Tae ruffling your hair and Jennie swiping a hand across the back of your neck. Jisoo squeezes your shoulder, not breaking conversation with Lisa as they follow the other two to the kitchen. You turn to Jimin, eyebrow raised.

“Did I forget about plans or something?” You question, given the events earlier, you wouldn’t put it past you to have forgotten plans. It certainly didn’t help that you all collectively invaded each other’s apartments on almost a daily basis.

Jimin shakes his head, giving you a little squeeze and you can tell by the way his eyes flit around your face that his instincts are telling him to comfort, so you reach up and grab his hand, twining your fingers together. “Lisa told us what’s going on. We came to cheer you up.” He grins.

You look from him to the bags that you can just make out on the counter, they look suspiciously full of bottles, and back again. “And you’re going to do that, how?” You ask skeptically.

Jimin winks. “Drinking.”

Hours later finds you splayed out on the floor, pleasantly drunk and your mind is blissfully free of any money worries for the moment. Jungkook and Rose had showed up not too long after the others, promptly joining the festivities as Jimin had enthusiastically poured a few shots down each of their throats. He claimed it was in the name of them catching up to everyone else. You suspect he just wanted someone else to take shots with, since everyone already present had switched to mixed drinks after the first couple of shots much to his disappointment, because you catch him sneaking a shot or two for himself. 

Taehyung flops a hand out, hitting the part of you he can reach which ends up being your shin. You giggle, squirming a little so you can look at him. 

He beams at you as he pushes himself up onto an elbow. He pauses for a moment, blinking a few times like he’s trying to focus on something, which you suspect isn’t far off because the world is probably spinning from how quick he sat up. “I know how you can pay your tuition!”

Jimin shoves him and Taehyung collapses back to the floor with a huff, breaking into drunken giggles for a moment as Jimin hisses out, “I already told you that’s a stupid idea.”

Taehyung sticks his tongue out at him once he’s got his giggles under control, though the grin stays firmly in place. “Let her decide that.” He tilts his head so he can look at you again. “It’s the best idea ever. Trust me.” He pauses for dramatic effect, the room quiet as they wait to hear his grand idea and you can hear Jimin mumble something about Taehyung having a death wish. “You can auction off your first time having a heat partner. Any alpha would kill to be your first knot.” He gestures.

Your cheeks instantly flush. That was quite possibly the last thing you had ever expected to have come out of his mouth as an idea. And you’ve known him for a while and he’s had some weird and creative solutions to things before. “Taehyung! I can’t do that!” You instantly protest.

He pouts, gestures growing more animated as he talks. “Why not? It’s literally the perfect plan. You get paid and you get laid. Win win! You said yourself that your heat’s were starting to get worse and you were thinking about taking a partner this next one. Why not make some alpha shell out the big bucks for the honor of giving you your first knot. Alpha’s love that sort of shit.” He looks over to the couch and Jimin’s comment of death wish is starting to make a lot of sense. “Right, Lisa?”

You turn to look at the girl in question too, stifling a laugh at the thoroughly unimpressed look she’s giving Taehyung. “Yeah, Tae. All us alpha’s love exactly that.” She squints at him like she’s contemplating whether it’s worth it to actually get up and you see the fight leave her as she instead chooses to take another long sip of her drink.

He grins, clearly missing the sarcasm and continues like Lisa proved his entire explanation to be true. “Come on. Just think about it. You get to have some awesome sex and you get to finish school.”

“She’s not a prostitute, Taehyung.” Jennie cuts in gently. 

“What?” His face scrunches in confusion, like he’s not talking about you selling yourself for money too. “I’m not saying that. Also there’s nothing wrong with sex work. Y/N would just be using what she’s got to her advantage!”

You wave your hand to stop Jennie’s retort, knowing that if you don’t stop this then the claws will come out. You understand her point and you know, as does Taehyung if he weren’t so drunk, that Jennie’s words just aren’t coming out the way she intends them to and you know both are too drunk to understand what the other is saying right now. “Jennie it’s fine. I didn’t think that’s quite what he meant. And Tae, I’m not going to sell myself just so I can finish school.”

Taehyung pouts, arms dropping dejectedly to the floor with a muffled thump. “I’m just saying, it’s an option. You should be open to all options.”

Taehyung lets it drop after that and Jungkook brings out Mario Kart to distract from the suddenly tense atmosphere. You mouth a ‘thank you’ to him and he gives you a sleepy smile. He helps get the game set up before he’s shifting over to you and laying with his head on your thigh. You thread your fingers through his hair, watching as everyone around you suddenly becomes much more animated as their competitiveness is magnified by their drunkenness and you bask in the warmth and love from your friends.

You wake up the next morning with a slight headache and your throat so dry it feels like you swallowed sand. You groan and bury yourself back into your covers, hoping that maybe if you don’t move that you’ll magically feel better. Someone shifts next to you and you instinctively shift closer to the warmth, humming contentedly when Jimin’s bright citrusy scent washes over you beneath the covers. Jimin’s arm wraps around you immediately as you snuggle into his chest, eyes slipping closed again as you think back to your friends suggestions from the night before, knowing you’re going to have to decide on one of them, or maybe all of them since you need so much money. Taehyung’s idea is the first thing that comes to mind and while you try to ignore it in favor of thinking of other ideas, it keeps coming back. You know it’s a bad idea, you know your friends would never fully approve, you’re still slightly unsure how to feel about the idea of doing something like selling sex to a stranger and the possible problems that might arise from that. Instead you purse your lips, shifting even closer to Jimin. 

“Jimin?” You whisper, hoping it’s loud enough to wake him up. He hums in response, rubbing his face into your pillow, but otherwise makes no indication that he’s awake. You giggle at how adorable it is. “Jimin.”

His eye cracks open, squinting at you. “What?” His voice is raspy and his arm tightens around you. 

Your arms come up, hands fidgeting nervously with his shirt as your eyes slip down because you don’t think you can ask this and look him in the eye. “Do you think I could really make enough money selling off the opportunity for someone to be my first knot?”

You feel Jimin tense beneath your hands and you refuse to look up. You don’t know what you’ll see, but you know you wouldn’t be able to handle whatever look it is, you’re in a much to precariously emotional place right now. 

“Y/N, please don’t tell me you’re actually considering Taehyung’s harebrained scheme to make money, are you?”

You swallow. You don’t want to admit that his idea seems like the best way to make the most money quickly. That you think it might be your only chance to pay for school. That a little part of you maybe likes the idea of a bunch of alpha’s fighting for you with their money. 

Jimin tilts your chin up gently, forcing you to look at him. He studies your face for a moment before he sighs. “You’ve already decided.”

Your cheeks flush but you shoot him an indignant look. “I have not! I wanted your opinion. You’re the only other omega I know well. Tae’s just a beta, he doesn’t really fully understand a heat, no matter how much he helps you out.”

Jimin hugs you close, stroking your hair and you feel yourself deflate a little. “I think that, whatever you decide is the right choice and I will be behind you 100%. I think the concept is dumb, but the idea of alpha’s fighting for you is actually pretty amusing.” He pauses before continuing, pressing his grin to your forehead. “Okay, no I’ve changed my mind. Please do this. I want to see those dumb brutes throw their money at you for something as silly as being your first heat partner when you were thinking about giving it to some alpha on campus for free.” He pulls back and his grin is full of mischief. “Take em for all they’re worth.”

You snort at that. “I don’t think anyone will pay that much for it. Hopefully it’s just enough to help with school.”

And so that’s how you find yourself sat at your laptop, Jimin practically glued to your side as you work to create a website for this. Jimin tries to be helpful, but you both are lacking in the skill department for building something quite like this. After a half hour of struggling, Jimin smacks your arm. 

You rub the spot as you glare at him. “Um, ow? What was that for?”

“We’re so dumb.” He rolls his eyes and pulls his phone out. “Why are we not calling Rose to come help with this? You know, since she’s a computer science major and this is literally what she’s good at.”

You blink at him, a little dumbfounded. You really should have thought of that in the first place before deciding you were fully capable to build a website this complicated. You pause though, fear of her judgement when she finds out what the site is for creeping up. Jimin must see the hesitation on your face because his expression softens and he sets his phone on the coffee table.

“We don’t have to. I’m sure with enough time… and googling, we can figure it out. But you know Rose loves you and wouldn’t judge you. Besides, I’m fairly certain that out of all of us, and after Taehyung, she’d be the most likely to start up a job as a camgirl. Easy money and it’s fun and you get men groveling at your feet? Sign her up.” He laughs.

You chew your lip thoughtfully, Jimin makes a good point and so you nod your assent. He beams, retrieving his phone and tapping away at the screen. Rose shows up 20 minutes later, glancing from Jimin to you then back to give him a thoroughly unimpressed look.

“You said this was an emergency?”

He nods, ushering her to the couch where your laptop resides on the table. “It is an emergency. We desperatly need your help getting money from dumb alphas.” He grins.

She raises an eyebrow before turning to you. “Can you please make sense?”

You laugh, fidgeting as you explain what you want to do and that you don’t know how to do that, but you were hoping that she does and would be willing to help. She looks pensive for a moment and the longer she remains silent, the more you begin to worry that this was the wrong thing to do. But before your thoughts can get too far, she’s reaching out to pluck your laptop off the table, settling it into her lap as she begins to pepper you and Jimin with questions about how you want the sight to look and function. You and Jimin sit on either side of her, watching with wide eyes as your website begins to take shape under her dexterous fingers. 

Four hours later, Rose sets your laptop back onto the coffee table after shifting some of the takeout boxes out of the way. She gestures to the screen grandly.

“You tuition ticket, my lady.” She grins then glances at her watch. “Oh, I gotta go, I had plans with Jisoo tonight.” She gives you a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I love you and everything will work out. But text me if you need any help with the website.” She instructs as she rises and leaves. 

Your nerves start to creep in as you stare at the screen, wondering if this will even work or if you’re just giving yourself false hope, this could all blow up in your face or you could get no one to bid. And suddenly this all seems like a really bad idea, the fear of rejection suddenly much worse. Jimin seems to sense your thoughts and wraps his arms around your middle, chin resting on your shoulder. 

“You got this babe. It looks perfect.”

“Are you sure? Should I change the wording? Or maybe add different pictures?” You fidget and Jimin grabs your hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. 

“Nope. It looks great. The pictures are great, not surprising since they’re ones that Tae took.” He takes your hand, moving the mouse to the button that makes the website live. He holds your finger above the button. “Ready?”

You squeeze your eyes closed and nod and Jimin presses your finger to the button. You release a breath, peeking an eye open to see that nothing’s changed on the page. You frown and Jimin laughs.

“You gotta give it some time. It just went live. Don’t worry. The bids’ll start rolling in soon.” He pulls away slightly, closing your laptop. “Now, let’s go get changed cause I require coffee and you need to get away from your computer otherwise you’ll stare obsessively at it and call it a failure before it’s even had a chance to get started.”

You’re awoken the next day by a loud crash from the living room. You groan and push yourself up, debating if it’s really worth it. You decide it’s probably best to go and check it out in the event that it’s something bad, so you shuffle out of your room and down the hall to see what’s going on. You were expecting something broken, maybe the ceiling caved in or a pipe burst, what you don’t expect is to see a fuming Lisa being held back by Jimin and Taehyung cowering behind the couch. He perks up when he catches sight of you before quickly cowering again when Lisa lets out a growl and you wince because it sets your own instincts on edge and it’s not even being directed at you. You can’t imagine how it’s making Taehyung feel with him getting the full force of it and you want to go comfort him as he lets out a low whine. Before you can even speak, let alone move, Lisa speaks. 

“I can’t believe you put such a stupid idea in her head! That is so incredibly dangerous! Do you know what kind of danger you’ve put her in! What the fuck is wrong with you!” She snarls, seeming to have not noticed that you’ve entered the room with how angry she is. 

Jimin rubs her arms soothingly, trying his best to calm the raging alpha. “Lisa, calm down please. Taehyung didn’t force her to do anything.”

Her furious gaze snaps to Jimin and he immediately shrinks at the look. You clear your throat and Lisa looks up, seemingly surprised to see you. Her body goes lax and Jimin tentatively releases her, hands hovering for a moment to test if she’s going to do anything before he’s hurrying around the couch to comfort Taehyung. 

You cross your arms as you stare her down, everything in you telling you to do the opposite, that you want to stop her anger, not make it worse. “Jimin’s right. Taehyung didn’t force me to do anything. And do you really think I wouldn’t check out whoever wins before letting them near me when I’m most vulnerable? I thought you trusted my judgement more than that.” You approach Lisa, taking Jimin’s place and rubbing her arms. “You know I would make a plan. You know I wouldn’t let just anyone get me alone. Don’t blame Taehyung for what I chose to do.” You pause, frowning because you realize you hadn’t even told Lisa about the auction yet. “Wait, how’d you even know I went through with it?”

Her gaze shifts behind you and you follow it to see Taehyung giving you a sheepish grin. “I may have forgotten that Lisa was going to be home this morning and came over to tell you about your bids.” When you raise an eyebrow, he runs a hand through his hair. “I may have yelled the highest bid when I opened the door. And Lisa may have been in the kitchen and heard. And that’s not really something that can be easily explained any other way, so she pretty much knew instantly what I was talking about.”

You bury your face in your hands, embarrassment licking at your face. Leave it to that idiot to tell Lisa in the most inopportune time and way possible. You’d had a whole plan on how to break the news to her gently and in a way that wouldn’t involve Taehyung’s possible murder, you really didn’t want to become an accomplice to that. When you look back up at Taehyung though, he’s grinning at you.

“Your highest bid is $13,000, by the way.”

Your jaw drops and you stare at him before your turning away to go grab your laptop. There’s no way what Taeyhung said was true, this has to be some sort of joke. Pulling up the site, you’re stunned to see that Taehyung’s right. Your current highest bid is sitting at just over 13K. You chew your lip, you can’t believe Taehyung’s dumb idea is actually working. You’d had some doubts, but even when you imagined this working, you never thought it’d work to this extent. Hope bubbles in you as you let out a slightly hysterical laugh as you think about how you might actually get to finish school. 

“You’ve got to hear this.” Seokjin looks up from the files on his desk as Hoseok pushes into his office, followed closely by Namjoon and Yoongi. He’d be irritated if he hadn’t been distracted anyway, something about this day just feeling off, so their intrusion makes for a welcome break. Hoseok flops onto the couch, reading over something on his tablet as the other two take a seat in the adjacent chairs. 

Seokjin waits for Hoseok to elaborate and when he doesn’t he rolls his eyes. “Are you going to tell me or do I need to read your mind?”

Hoseok glares at him before he looks pointedly at the other seat in the little seating area in the office. Seokjin rolls his eyes again before pushing himself up and going to join the others. Once he’s settled, Hoseok finally speaks. 

“So there’s this omega that’s selling her virginity to the highest bidder.” He states, flipping his tablet around to show the article to the others and scrolling to show a picture of the omega in question. 

Yoongi snorts. “She’s pretty, but that’s such a stupid thing to do. Virginity isn’t even real.”

Hoseok shrugs. “Maybe so. But apparently some people think it is. Because her current highest bidder is willing to pay $95,000 to fuck her during her heat.”

All three of them raise their eyebrows in surprise as Hoseok gives the number. 

“No way. You’re making shit up.” Namjoon laughs and Seokjin has to agree, this sounds way too crazy to be a real thing.

Hoseok shakes his head, quickly switching tabs to the omega’s webpage where the current highest bidder is displayed, along with some photos and a little blurb about her and what she’s doing. Seokjin grabs the tablet, reading over the page. 

Hello! My name is Y/N! I’m about to be a senior in college. Well I hopefully will be once I have the money, which is where this page, and one lucky helpful alpha, comes in. I’m an omega and I’ve never taken a heat partner or a knot before. So I’ve decided to auction off the opportunity to be my first in order to help me pay for my last year of school! Even if you can’t or don’t want to bid, thank you just for checking out the page :)

“I’ll give her, she’s brave.” And cute, Seokjin thinks as he hands the tablet back to Hoseok.

Yoongi rolls his eyes with a snort. “Alpha’s are stupid.”

The others all laugh. “Yoongi, you’re an alpha.” Namjoon points out.

Yoongi throws his hands up. “Exactly! I’m dumb as fuck! So is Seokjin. And Hoseok. Namjoon is only half dumb, his genius helps balance out his alpha dumbness. Alpha’s are a stupid breed and I honestly don’t know how we manage to not only survive but somehow be considered the top dogs.”

“I take offense to calling me dumb. If it weren’t for me then you assholes wouldn’t have jobs.” Seokjin glares half heartedly at Yoongi. 

“If it weren’t for your dad, then you wouldn’t have a job either dickhead.” Hoseok snarks.

Namjoon claps to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, enough talk about statuses. We do have actual business to discuss.” He pulls out a few sheets of paper and a notebook out of his bag, spreading them out on the coffee table.

A few days later, Seokjin is waiting in line to order a coffee. This entire week has been weirdly off and Seokjin is about at his wits end with life, most recently his usual, and favorite coffee shop is closed for the foreseeable future due to some piping issues that they’re taking the opportunity to use to renovate. So he’d had to find a new one on the way to work, which is why he stands here now, surrounded by college students because he forgot that his route to work went by one of the nearby universities. 

He debates leaving and just going to the Starbucks in the lobby of his building when a girl at the other end of the counter catches his attention. He observes her for a moment, eyes dragging along her frame, trying to place why she looks so familiar. Then it hits him and he quickly looks away, cheeks heating up. Because that’s Y/N, the omega who’s selling off her virginity to the highest bidder. Hoseok has been keeping them all up to date on how it was going, his last update yesterday before he left Seokjin’s place where they’d all been hanging out. Your virginity was currently going for $166,000. 

Seokjin sneaks another peek at you as you wait for your order, tapping away at your phone screen and headphones firmly in place to block out the chatter around you. He decides that those photos don’t do you justice, you’re far more gorgeous in person and Seokjin has to force himself to turn away or else get caught being a creeper and staring. A drink is slid in front of you and Seokjin catches your smile to the barista before your turning and heading out the door. You breeze past him and your scent invades his senses, it’s warm and spicy, it reminds him of his grandma’s baking at Christmas and he could just sink into it’s comfort. He has to fight the urge to follow after you and scent you. 

He flushes darker as he jerks back to the line, wondering just where that urge had come from, he’s never had that type of visceral reaction to catching a whiff of anyone. It’s so out of the blue for him that it leaves him reeling a little bit. He tries to shake himself out of it, mechanically ordering his drink and moving to the end of the counter where he can still catch bits of it. When he gets his coffee, he leaves quickly, taking a deep breath of fresh air once he gets outside, trying to rid himself of your lingering scent. 

He gets to the office and work quickly distracts him from all thoughts of wanting to bury himself in your intoxicating smell and any interest he may have gained in you. That is until lunch time comes and Hoseok strolls in with his “omega update” as he’s come to call it. Seokjin is quick to correct him today that you have a name and he tries not to think about why he suddenly felt the need to point that out. 

Hoseok blinks at him in surprise. “Okay, here’s the update on Y/N. With just a couple hours left, the highest bid sits at $343,000.” Hoseok turns and leaves abruptly, apparently not in the mood to deal with Seokjin and muttering something about him being a moody alpha today and not wanting to stick around.

Seokjin would normally snap back at a snide comment about him being moody but all he can focus on is you and whoever is the highest bidder, suddenly all he can think about is someone spending your heat with you, someone that’s not him. Before he even realizes what he’s doing, he’s pulled up your website and is staring at the bid button. It taunts him, whispers to him that the unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away if he just hit it. He swallows and shakes his head, he’s being ridiculous. He’s about to close the tab back out when the highest bid goes up and Seokjin’s skin crawls at the thought of whatever alpha just bid touching you. 

Then before he can overthink it, he’s hitting the bid button himself, quickly adding his information and what his bid is. A little banner congratulates him on becoming the highest bidder and Seokjin sits there feeling smug and satisfied. He nods to himself, pride and happiness oozing from him as he stands to go get lunch, deciding that he’ll apologize to Hoseok and treat him to his favorite as apology for getting snappy with him.

Seokjin has a full schedule of meetings after lunch and being in his element like this, he forgets that the auction ends soon. He only remembers when he’s sat at his desk going through his meeting notes and happens to catch his computer screen out of the corner of his eye, still open to your page. Thoughts of you flit through his mind again and he takes a moment to look over the page. Strictly out of curiosity he tells himself, he’s just curious at all. He freezes, realizing that there’s only 10 minutes left of the auction and he’s no longer the highest bidder. He apparently hasn’t been for a while because the bids have grown by almost $100,000 since he left. 

He panics and watches as another bid comes in and the timer continues to slowly tick down. His thoughts jumbled and his instincts screaming at him to do something, anything to get rid of the possibility of another alpha touching you. He sits frozen for another few seconds before he’s jerking into action and doing the only thing he can think of that makes sense, bidding high enough that no one else can outbid him. He frantically types his bid in, watching the timer until it’s close enough to the end before hitting the button. 

The congratulations banner pops up again and then a few seconds later another banner pops up announcing that the auction is closed and announces that Seokjin’s bid is the winner. Seokjin feels immensely proud of himself for winning, relief washing through him at the knowledge that no other alpha was going to touch you. That is, until the reality of how much money he just bid finally hits him. He stares at his screen, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he just spent $750,000 on an omega and he can’t think of a single rational reason as to why the fuck he did that. He feels slightly panicked, but at the same time relieved.

His phone rings some time later, knocking him out of his black staring at his screen and the mocking little ‘congratulations’ banner and he blindly reaches out to answer it.

“Hello Mr. Kim! This is Jaehee from your finance advising office. We wanted to verify if this was indeed you trying to send this money since it’s a very large amount.”

Seokjin shakes his head to clear the daze he’s been in. “What’s the amount?”

“$750,000, sir.”

“And what’s the name of the account holder it’s going to?”

There’s the sound of typing for a moment before she responds. “It appears to be going to a Ms. Y/L/N Y/N. Is this an authorized transfer, sir?”

Seokjin swallows. He could say no, there must have been a mistake somewhere, could fix his impulsive decision so easily. His eyes flick back to the screen and he sees the little blurb you’d written explaining why you were even doing this, your smiling face next to it. “Yes, it’s authorized. Send it.”

“Right away sir. Have a good afternoon.” 

With that she hangs up and Seokjin sets the phone back down, still stunned that he’d really done this. He could’ve stopped this, but for some reason it made him feel worse, thoughts of your disappointment when the money didn’t come. He kind of wants to slap himself, Yoongi was right, alpha’s are fucking stupid. Seokjin is contemplating how he can avoid this getting out to the others, because if Hoseok finds out he not only bid but that he won, and that he won with such a high bid, he’ll never hear the end of it. His computer pings with a new email and he idly checks who sent it when your last name catches his attention and he’s trying to open the email as quickly as possible. 

Good afternoon Mr. Kim! This is Y/N. Congratulations on winning the auction and thank you for the very generous bid! I was writing to see when you wanted to meet before my heat to work out the details of how that’ll be spent. My heat is in about a month, but classes start next week so my schedule is going to be a little hectic. I’ve attached my schedule and highlighted some of the best times for me to meet up. Our first meeting will also be supervised by my roommate, who’s also an alpha. She’s very protective and there was no way to talk her out of coming with to verify that you’re not a threat (I’m honestly really sorry she would’ve followed me even if I’d said no so this was the easier way). Anyway, I hope to hear back from you soon! I can’t thank you enough for this.

♥ Y/N

Seokjin can’t help the goofy grin that spreads across his face as he rereads your email. You sound so adorable and he’s already scanning over your schedule to see when he can talk to you in person. He feels skeptical about another alpha coming to the meeting, especially one that is protective of you, but he decides it’s worth it to see you again. It can’t be all that bad.

You’re positive that you’re seeing the computer wrong. There’s no way that number is correct. You rub your eyes as an extra measure, still trying to wrap your head around the number sitting on screen. You refresh your bank page, but the amount now sitting in your account reflects the highest bid. And you’re floored that some alpha seriously just paid you $750,000 to spend your heat with you. You’re honestly surprised that not only Taehyung’s plan work actually worked, but that it worked in such an over the top away.

You hear the others in the living room and you know they’re waiting to find out what the highest bid was. You’d made them swear not to check the website after that first day and so far they’ve all listened to you. But you’re sure that if you take much longer to go out there and tell them the results that they’ll just go check themselves. 

You switch tabs to the bidders information, getting his email and typing up a quick message, try to sound calm and collected and not like you’re literally 2 seconds away from crying from pure joy, and sending it off to him. You double check that you have his name right, because you know your friends will ask when you tell them the amount. With that, you gather your laptop and make your way out to the living room. Taehyung, Jimin, Lisa, and Rose are sitting around talking, stopping the second you enter and you shift awkwardly.

“Okay, so that’s not creepy. Why are you guys making this weird?” You whine. 

Rose snorts. “You just sold off your heat and you wouldn’t let us stay updated on the amount. We want to know. Spill.”

You make a face before stepping up to the coffee table. You set your laptop down, making sure your bank account page is up, then you flip it around so they all can see the screen, which they quickly crowd around to get a look at. There’s a chorus of gasps and then Taehyung is launching himself over the table to tackle you into a hug.

“Holy shit! I told you! Look at you! You’re the rich friend now! You can treat us to dinner!”

You snort and shove his face away from you. “Did you suggest this just so you could get free food out of it?”

Taehyung looks offended. “No! I wanted you to get enough so you can finish the degree you’ve been working so hard for. I didn’t anticipate that amount.”

“So who’s the lucky alpha?” Jimin pipes up, still staring at the screen with wondrous eyes. 

“Um, his name is Kim Seokjin?”

Rose stares at you with wide eyes. “Kim Seokjin?” She repeats and when you nod, she tugs your laptop to her and types something in before turning the screen back towards you. “This Kim Seokjin?”

You blink at the search she’s showing you. The man is gorgeous and if it’s the same Kim Seokjin as the one who bid then you can’t say you’d mind spending your heat with him, he’s certainly a far cry from the creepy old man you had been picturing as being your fate. Jimin is quick to join the two of you on the floor as you all stare at the man on the screen. Taehyung must agree with you because he lets out a whistle as he looks through the photos on screen. 

You shrug. “I’m not sure. I mean, the bidding didn’t get a picture. It was just a name and email and the banking info.” You glance over some of the text on the page. “But I think the company they mention is what his email address used. He must work pretty high up to afford that high of a bid.”

“Um, he owns the company.” Jimin adds, pointing to a line you’d skipped over when reading. He reads and then points to something else. “Aaaaaand his dad apparently owns a whole bunch more. Holy shit, you got yourself a rich rich boy.”

You glance over to Lisa sitting with her arms crossed. When she notices you looking at her, she speaks. “That just means I’m definitely coming with. Those rich CEO boys are always so entitled. He’s got another thing coming.”

You laugh. “Yes, Lisa. I know. I already emailed him and informed him that my very protective alpha roommate would be attending our meeting and that the point was not negotiable.”

She nods her approval then her face softens. “I’m glad you get to finish school now.” Then she smirks. “Taehyung is right though. You’re definitely treating us to dinner. I’ll go call the others.”

She stands, walking away as you protest being made to pay for dinner as the others laugh, you protests falling on deaf ears. 

That night you’re crawling into bed when your phone pings and you grab it from your night stand to see who’s messaging you. A little smile pulls at your lips when you see that Seokjin has responded already. Eager, you muse with a giggle. You settle back against the mattress, opening the email to see what he’s said. 

Hello Y/N. How about we meet tomorrow for lunch? I know a great little cafe we can go to. My treat of course. And I can pay for your friend as well. I’m completely okay with her coming along, I understand the risks you’re going through to do something like this and as an alpha myself, I get where her worry is coming from, so she’s more than welcome to come along. If tomorrow doesn’t work just let me know when you’d like to meet. I look forward to our meeting. And please, just Seokjin is fine. 

You bite your lip, a little thrilled that he seems even more eager to meet you already. You really hope Rose was right about which Kim Seokjin this was. You type out a quick response letting him know that tomorrow works fine and to let you know where the cafe is. Then you text Lisa to let her know that you’ll be meeting Seokjin tomorrow and that he’s even offered to pay for her lunch as well. 

With that, you snuggle under your covers. You lay there, thoughts drifting to how tomorrow might go and you let yourself drift off thinking about plush lips and broad shoulders. 

Lisa’s sat on your bed as you fuss with your outfit, rolling her eyes when she gets fed up with you smoothing out your shirt for the 20th time in 5 minutes. “We’re going to be late at this rate.”

You shoot her a glare before nervously checking your phone for the time, worried that you’ve been too preoccupied to keep to the scheduled time you needed to leave, breathing a little sigh of relief when you see you still have plenty of time. You make a face at Lisa for making you worry and go back to making sure your outfit looked okay. You still are unsure if this isn’t nice enough, the lowcut sweater and jeans are by no means fancy but it’s one of your nicer outfits. You’d looked up the restaurant that Seokjin had sent you and it seemed to be just a casual place, so you assumed this would be fine. You wonder if Seokjin is going to be wearing a suit since he’s coming from work and you decide that maybe you should change so you look more put together.

You move back to your closet, looking through the options. “I want to look nice. What’s wrong with that?”

Lisa smirks a little, standing and walking over to halt your nervous sifting through your closet. “Does this have anything to do with the fact that you might be meeting a certain Mr. Kim Seokjin of BigHit?”

You flush and swat at her hands, turning back to your clothes with the intention of finding something to change into. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I would want to look nice for any alpha who won.” You pout. 

Lisa hums, looking thoroughly unconvinced which makes you pout more. She once again takes your hands, this time using the grip to pull you back in front of the mirror. She leaves you there for a moment to grab a necklace off your dresser before she back behind you to help put it on, not so subtly scenting you as she does so. She gives your shoulders a squeeze when she finished, meeting your gaze in the mirror.

“You look amazing, babe. You’re gonna knock him dead.” She winks. 

You frown, looking over yourself in the mirror. The necklace Lisa chose sits nicely just above your cleavage, naturally drawing anyone’s eyes down and you’d usually sing her praises for helping you tease a guy, except you know she’s still on edge about this, even with her support and joking. Finally you nod, knowing that no matter her reservations, Lisa wouldn’t let you go looking anything less that stunning and you gather up your bag and phone. 

You grin at Lisa. “Let’s go.”

You enter the cafe, glancing nervously around. You realize you hadn’t made a way for you to identify him from the crowd in the event that it wasn’t the Seokjin you thought, hoped, it was. You chew your lip, suddenly feeling even more nervous before you notice a figure nearby stand and turn to you with a bright smile. Your first thought is that he is breathtaking and this must be some kind of bet that he lost cause there’s no feasible reason for this gorgeous alpha to pay such a crazy amount of money just to sleep with you. Then he’s stepping toward you and Lisa and the overwhelming scent of him washes over you and you fight down the whine that threatens to spill. He smells of woodsmoke and comfort and a part of you wants to burrow into it and never leave. It reminds you of campfires with your friends, talking late into the night under the stars and the feeling of home that it reminds you of. 

“Ah, Y/N!” He greets, smile widening as he holds his hand out to you and you meekly take it, still reeling from the effects of his scent, eyes widening in surprise when instead of shaking your hand, he raises it to his lips to brush a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Kim Seokjin. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He turns to Lisa, who you note also looks a little blindsided and you tuck that information away to tease her about later. “And you must be the alpha roommate and friend, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well…”

He trails off, waiting expectantly for one of you to fill in her name. Lisa recovers first, crossing her arms and letting a little of the alpha power roll off her. “Lisa.” 

Seokjin nods his head in a little bow. “Lisa. Pleasure.” He gestures to the table he’d stood from. “I have a table for us. I figured we could eat and get to know each other a little bit first before we get to the…” He flounders for a second, brows creasing. “Other business.”

He leads you both to the table, pulling the chair next to his out for you but before you can sit, Lisa is sliding into it, shooting Seokjin a look as he quickly school’s the surprise from his face. You’d yell at her for being rude, but save it until the two of you can be alone. Seokjin though, just gives her a smile then moves to the other chair to pull it out for you. You wait a second, half expecting Lisa to switch chairs just to keep you from sitting down and talking to Seokjin and have to fight back the laugh at her switching chairs constantly just to keep Seokjin on his feet and working for this. When she seems content with just being a physical barrier between the two of you, you sit, smiling your thanks to Seokjin as he slides back into his seat. 

The table is silent for a few minutes from a mix of nerves and you all looking over the menu. Well, you and Lisa are looking over the menu, when you sneak a peek at Seokjin, you find him already looking at you, menu untouched in front of him. You flush, eyes darting back to the menu, trying to focus on finding something that you think you could eat with the butterflies currently sitting in your stomach. 

The waiter comes by soon after and you all order. Silence hangs over the table after the waiter leaves, no one knowing what to talk about. You’re busy sorting through your own thoughts for something suitable to say when Lisa speaks up.

“What are your intentions with Y/N?” 

You gasp, smacking her arm. “Lisa! You can’t just ask that!”

She gives you a flat look and you feel a bit like a child being chastised. “Why not? He paid that much for something. Why beat around the bush?” She turns back to Seokjin, eyebrow arched as she waits for him to respond. 

Seokjin takes the question in stride, looking very unruffled and even like he expected it, which given your warning, perhaps he was expecting this. He clears his throat, shifting in his chair before addressing you both. “Well, there’s obviously what the original deal was.” Lisa tenses up, about to respond when Seokjin holds a hand up so he can continue. “But, while I feel like the concept of virginity is… well we’ll just say not very great. I don’t think your first experience should be with a stranger during your heat. So I’m willing to change the deal.”

You glance at Lisa and she looks surprised and you cover your mouth to smother a giggle. Seokjin notices and shoots you a questioning look. Lisa looks back at you and you can hear the unasked question in her eyes. You chew your lip, deciding that Seokjin seems like he might take the truth the best. At least you hope he will, maybe he’ll even still be willing afterward. 

You straighten your back. “So… In all honesty…” You glance down at your hands, taking a deep breath before continuing. “The media reported everything wrong, they got a little carried away, you know how embellished stuff can get when it starts getting passed around like that. My site only said that I’ve never had a heat partner or taken a knot. Everyone just assumed I was a virgin. I’m not, I’ve had sex outside of my heats.”

Lisa’s hand reaches over and she gives your arm a reassuring squeeze, knowing how nervous you were to reveal that. As the seconds tick past, your anxiety kicks up even more and you finally glance up to gauge Seokjin’s reaction to the news. His face is blank, staring at a spot just over your shoulder. The longer he stays silent the more the atmosphere feels like it’s suffocating you. You’re just about to tell Seokjin that you’ll give him his money back because this wasn’t what he was expecting to get but Seokjin’s sudden snort keeps your mouth shut. His hand covers his mouth and you watch as he starts full out laughing. You look to Lisa for help, but she looks just as perplexed by this response as you. 

His laughter finally dies down and he wipes the tears from his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. You clear your throat and Seokjin looks up at you, giving you a smile. “That’s actually incredibly hilarious. I love it. My god, you played the system like a fiddle.”

You open your mouth to say something, but you don’t even have the faintest idea what you should say. 

“My earlier point still stands. We don’t have to go through with this. And you can keep the money.”

“You’d let her keep that much money for nothing in exchange?” Lisa sounds about as incredulous as you feel. Why on earth would he let you keep nearly a million dollars without even getting what he paid for. You suddenly feel self-conscious, wondering if you weren’t living up to whatever expectionations he’d had and he doesn’t want to sleep with you now.

Seokjin shrugs, but doesn’t offer any explanation that particularly helps to calm your spiraling thoughts. “Well, I’d hope we could at least continue talking. But for the laughs alone, you deserve to keep the money. I want you to finish your degree.”

Your food’s arrival interrupts further conversation and you take the small repreve in conversation to mull over your options. You never expected Seokjin to let you keep the money while not spending your heat with you. You assumed he’d want something more for how much he paid. Something more than apparently just friendship. You notice Lisa has finished her food quicker than usual and that she’s now standing. You frown in confusion, about to ask what she’s doing when she addresses you both. 

“I believe I’ve seen enough.” Dread settles in your stomach before she turns to you with a small smile. “He seems like an okay guy. I trust him.” She turns to Seokjin, delivering one final glare along with a threat. “Don’t fuck this up, I will not hesitate to kill you if you hurt her in any way.”

And with that she’s turning and leaving the restaurant. You watch her go, you hadn’t expected her to even approve of Seokjin, let alone leave and give you time to talk to him alone. You face Seokjin again and he’s glowing as he smiles at you.

“I have to say, that was a little unexpected. Not that she doesn’t seem like a lovely person, but I can’t deny that it’s a very big relief to be able to talk to you without fear that she’s about to rip my dick off.”

You giggle. “I don’t think she’d have gone that far. Especially considering I currently have a vested interest in that particular body part.” You wink at him, delighting in the flush that colors his cheeks. “And I’ve been thinking. I’m okay with spending my heat with you, if you want. I’ll leave the decision to you since you seem to be more unsure.” You purse your lips, looking off in thought, hoping you come off as much more collected that how your mind feels. “If not, I’ll probably just find an alpha from school. I know a couple that have expressed interest in the past.”

The growl from the other side of the table surprises you and you blink at Seokjin with wide eyes just in time to see his eyes flash red. Your breath catches and you stop yourself just before you can tilt your head to expose your neck to him. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and you wonder what caused that kind of reaction. 

When his eyes open again, he looks much calmer. “No, I don’t think that’s necessary. I’ll help you with your heat. You said it’s in a few weeks?”

A thrill runs down your spin when he agrees and you have to school your face to not appear as eager as you feel. You give a little nod. “Yeah. I can send you the exact date it should be.”

Seokjin thinks for a moment before pulling his phone from his pocket and sliding it across the table to you, a new contact screen shining up at you. “Here, give me your number. It’ll be easier to get a hold of me.” He pauses before adding. “In case your heat comes early.”

You nod shyly, inputting your information and sending yourself a text so you have his number too. You slide his phone back across to him and he gives a pleased rumble as he slides it back into his pocket. The two of you talk a little while longer before Seokjin seems to realize how long you’ve been here and apologizes, letting you know that he has a meeting he has to get too. He walks you to your car, looking unsure for a moment.

“Can I give you a hug?” He asks with uncertainty. 

You laugh and open your arms and Seokjin immediately envelopes you in a tight embrace. You don’t miss the way that his cheek drags across your hair and you stifle the laugh at his very unsubtle scenting. You can’t help yourself when you bury your face in his chest, deciding that if he can do it then so can you, feeling a little bit of pride when you finally step back and see the slightly dazed look in his eyes. 

You spend the rest of the night trying to dodge your friends’ teasing after they catch the whiff of Seokjin on you. Teasing you even more when you reveal that you’ll be spending your heat with him. You ignore them, spending most of the night staring at his contact number in your phone and feeling the anticipation building in your gut. You wonder if you’re allowed to text him now or if he only gave you his number in the event that your heat started early, which you give him is a lot more forethought about this than you had. You want to talk more with him, the conversation you’d had with him after Lisa left had been fun and you were eager to continue. Something about him put you at ease, despite never having met him before.

Your worries about texting him turn out not to matter because you wake up the next day to see that he’s texted you and you have to fight down the excited squeal that would definitely wake Lisa, and maybe the neighborhood. This leads to more teasing from your friends because you and Seokjin text a lot in the following days. The two of you text about everything, learning more about each other. You find out that Seokjin has a penchant for making dad jokes and you’re glad you have your phone to hide behind so Seokjin can’t see how hard you laugh every time he makes one. You know he’d be far too pleased with himself if he saw how much you enjoyed them and you find it much more fun to tell him the jokes are bad to see him keep trying to get you to react positively. He also takes the opportunity to ask you a lot of questions regarding your heats, everything from favorite snacks, fruits, drinks, what materials felt best, scents you liked, nothing seemed to be off limits to his questioning. 

When you question why he’s so curious, he sheepishly tells you that he goes into caretaker mode when he has an omega. So he’s been prepping his apartment, after it was decided that his place was better to spend your heat at because it meant that Lisa didn’t have to find somewhere else to stay for a week, stocking up on things you like and things that he knows help. You’re stomach twists, trying not to think about him helping other omegas the way he’s going to help you. You try to push the thoughts away, the jealousy burning your throat when you think about him with someone else. And so you irrationally decided it’s best to ask him how many times he’s done this to have such a system down. 

He doesn’t respond right away and you worry that you’ve crossed some sort of boundary that you didn’t know about. You end up stress cleaning the whole apartment until he finally responds. Telling you that he’s sorry, his friend was having a crisis. He assures you that his system isn’t just his, him and his friends have complied all their experiences together in an attempt to make heats less hard on omegas in their care. Which leads to him telling you about the crisis that had taken his attention. His friend, Yoongi, had tagged along to a dance class their other friend Hoseok was guest teaching at and now Yoongi is having a crisis over an omega that was in the class. 

You offer to give Yoongi some advice since you’re an omega but Seokjin declines, stating that it’s way funnier to watch the normally cool, collected Min Yoongi turn into a puddle of pining alpha over an omega that ignored him. 

It turns out that Seokjin had good forethought in giving you his number for emergencies, because two days before your heat is suppose to start, you wake up in the middle of the night covered in sweat. Your mind feels hazy and you have no idea what it is that woke you up, first thinking that maybe Lisa had just gotten home, but the silence in your apartment says that’s not true. A shudder wracks your frame and you realize with a small sense of dread that your heat’s come early. 

For a moment, you think about how you haven’t prepared anything for your heat before it hits you that you didn’t prep anything because you have someone else who did that for you. And once the thought of Seokjin is in your head, he’s all you can focus on. Your blankets scratch at your skin and you kick them off as a fresh wave of slick drips from you. 

You pull yourself together just enough to roll to the side to grab your phone off the nightstand, dialing Seokjin’s number with shaky fingers. The call goes to voicemail and you groan, free hand cupping your mound in an attempt to alleviate some of your rising discomfort. You redial and a few rings later he answers. His snappy ‘what’ sends a shiver through you, wanting to roll over and submit to quell the alpha seeping into his tone. 

You whine and Seokjin’s tone changes immediately. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

You squirm, thighs rubbing together as you try to string together enough sounds to speak. “Heat…”

Seokjin curses. “It came early?” You whine an affirmative. “Shit, okay. Well, you’re obviously in no state to get here so I’ll be over soon okay? I’ll make it all better, little omega.” He coos, voice calm despite how panicky he is feeling. 

You whine and Seokjin hushes you, promising he’ll be there soon, that he just has to grab a few things and he’ll be right over.

Seokjin hangs up the phone, cutting off another whine from you that has his heart constricting as he scrambles out of bed. He stuffs his phone into the pocket of his sweats and takes a second to breath and to try to get his panic to subside so he can think clearly. He has to relax because he has you waiting for him, he’s your only relief and he can’t bare the thought of letting you down. And he knows that he needs to be the calm one, that you’re in no state to be the rational one. He takes another deep breath before moving into action, making a mental list of everything he needs to do before he leaves.

He grabs the first tshirt he finds, pulling a duffle from his closet and stuffing a few changes of comfortable clothes into it along with his wallet and charger. He’s about to leave the room to move onto the things in the kitchen when the pile of linens in the corner catch his eye. He pauses before deciding that taking extra sheets along would probably be smart and along with those he grabs the blanket from his bed, knowing that the scent of him buried in the fibers will be soothing to you, ignoring the thought that it’s the scent of him that will calm you and not just the scent of alpha that’s covering the blanket.

He sets that bag on the kitchen table as he begins digging through the cabinets for the things he’d purchased for you. It takes him a few minutes and when all the snacks and quick meals he’d bought for you are laid out on the counter, he realizes he may have actually bought way more than you could possibly ever eat over the course of your heat. He shakes his head, trying to reason that he was just trying to be prepared and make your first heat with a partner a good experience, pushing aside any other thoughts that try to make themselves known. Instead, he busies himself with packing up as much of the food as he can into the two reusable totes he has hanging near the fridge. 

Those bags join the other one on the table and Seokjin takes a moment to quickly run through his list, trying not to mourn the loss of all the preping he did that’s now going to waste. Deciding he has everything that he might need while there and that if there’s anything else that he absolutely needs can just be ordered for delivery, he gathers up the bags and his keys and quickly makes his way to the elevator to get to the garage. 

Bags safely stowed away in the trunk, he pulls his phone out to shoot a quick email to Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon to let them know that he’s taking his leave early before tucking his phone back into his pocket and getting into the car.

You whine again as Seokjin hangs up. You know he lives across town, you know how long it’ll probably take him to get here even if it’s late and there’s likely to be little traffic. His hanging up has left you in the suffocating silence of your apartment. You debate whether you can try to sleep again until he gets here when you realize that your door is locked and that if you do manage to sleep at all that he’ll have no way to get in. And you can’t guarantee that you’ll be lucid enough later to navigate the house to unlock the door. 

With that thought in mind, you push yourself out of bed, wobbling for a second on unsteady legs before you regain your balance. You shuffle out of your room, grateful that Lisa isn’t home right now because just the lingering scent of her makes walking away from her bedroom difficult. And you’re fairly positive that in your current state, you would’ve just climbed into her bed with her were she here and the thought makes you huff in annoyance, hating the fact that your heat pushes your instincts so far to the surface that you’d climb into bed with your best friend without her consent. 

You manage to make it to the door and get the door unlocked with no problems and you pause to press your forehead to the cool wood, allowing yourself a moment to use the coolness to keep your mind still partially yours. You turn your head, staring longingly at the couch and wanting nothing more than to just collapse on it and wait, but you know Lisa would probably kill you if you spent any part of your heat on the couch. She’ll probably grouse that you got your “heat stink” all over the apartment, knowing that you’re going to spend the day after airing the place out and lighting some candles to make it bearable for her to come back. At least the weather is nice enough to leave the windows open to do so.

With a last burst of effort, you push yourself off the door and make your way back to your room. You stare distastefully at your bed, knowing that the normally comfortable and soft fabric is going to feel irritating against your skin. You sigh, flopping onto your belly, squirming around until you deem yourself as comfortable as you’re going to get. You get a few blissful minutes where you just lay there in silence, almost peaceful enough that you feel yourself starting to drift off to sleep. 

That is until another wave of heat shudders through you. You groan, pressing your thighs together in hopes of getting some relief. When none comes you blindly reach for one of your pillows, propping yourself up slightly and stuffing the pillow between your thighs. You grind against it, moaning at the friction against your sensitive clit. You mindlessly rut against the pillow, slowly growing frustrated when all it does is keep you on edge. 

You lose track of the time, only becoming aware of just how much time has passed when you hear a curse behind you followed quickly be the overwhelming scent of Seokjin and alpha. A fresh gush of slick drips out of you and you don’t even think before pushing your ass further up into the air to present to him, the only thing filling your mind being him. You preen at the sharp inhale you hear from Seokjin, pride that your alpha is reacting so well to you but when you don’t hear him make any move closer you whine.

“Alpha…” You coo, wiggling your butt enticingly. 

Excitement courses through you when you hear him finally step closer, quickly followed by disappointment when instead of stepping behind you and touching you like you want, he walks around the side of the bed to take a seat. You bury your face in your sheets, ignoring the way they scratch at you in favor of using them to muffle your whimpers. Something clicks onto your nightstand and then Seokjin is reaching out tentatively, hand curling around your forearm. 

“Y/N? Where’s Lisa?”

You lean closer to him, shifting enough to bury your face in his thigh to hide the way your face scrunches up at his mention of your friend. “Out with Jisoo.”

Seokjin threads his fingers through your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp. “Did you tell her your heat started?” You shake your head, practically purring at the attention he’s giving you. You feel Seokjin move and you grab his arm before he can withdraw the hand on your head. He chuckles. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m not going anywhere. Can you sit up for me though?”

You shake your head and Seokjin chuckles, free hand landing on your shoulder and gently nudging you. “Princess, I need you to sit up. I know you didn’t take any birth control since this was a surprise so I need you to take it now, but you need to sit up first.”

You grumble but relent to his nudges, sitting back on your knees, moaning when the shift has your core dragging across your pillow. Seokjin’s gaze drops to the pillow, tongue darting out to wet his lips. His hand drops from your shoulder to touch the damp spot you’ve created and he growls. Your hips twitch at the sound, wanting nothing more than to shift forward the few inches separating your soaked core from his hand. He seems to read your thoughts, hands quickly pulling away and then he’s turning slightly to grab something off your nightstand. 

Turning back, he holds the pill in his hand up to your mouth. “Open, princess.” 

You obey, tongue sticking out slightly as he sets the pill onto your tongue and you let the tip drag ever so lightly across the pad of his finger as he withdraws it. His eyes darken but rather than do anything about the lust you see swirling there, he simply holds out a glass of water to you. You frown, taking it from him and taking a sip to swallow your pill. When you try to hand it back, he pushes it back towards you.

“Drink it all first. I need to call Lisa.” He says, reaching for your phone.

You pout, confused by his refusal to cave into what you both want, and more importantly, what he paid a lot of money for. He lifts it encouragingly towards your mouth and you reluctantly take a few more sips. Seemingly pleased, he nods and turns his attention to your phone, tapping at the screen a few times before bringing it up to his ear. 

It rings a few times before a giggling Lisa finally answers. “Y/N! Hey, I thought you’d be asleep by now!”

“Hi, Lisa.” Seokjin stares pointedly at the glass in your hands when he sees you’ve stopped drinking. You make a face at him but drink more of it.

“Seokjin? Why do you have Y/N’s phone? Is she okay? Is something wrong?” Lisa sounds increasingly worried as she asks questions.

“Lisa, calm down. She’s fine.” He glances at the pillow still firmly between your thighs and swallows. “Well as fine as she can be. Look, her heat started early. And it started while she was asleep so I can’t get her back to my place.”

Lisa swears under her breath. “I don’t know if I can find a place for that long. Shit, and I don’t have any spare clothes.”

You drain the last of the water and nudge the glass back towards Seokjin, beginning to grow frustrated with his dismissal of you. He takes it with a wide grin, placing it back onto the nightstand then let’s his hand rub your thigh in silent praise. You hum happily at the soothing contact. 

“Don’t worry, Lisa. You can stay at my place. The deskman knows what you look like so he’ll let you up. The door code is 92324. Some of my spare credit cards are in the top drawer of my desk in my office and you can take one and go buy some clothes so you have something to wear.” Seokjin’s thumb rubs absent circles on the skin of your thigh while rattling off instructions to Lisa.

You squirm closer, finally having enough of Seokjin ignoring you for other things and you decide to do something about it. You reach out, placing your hands on his knees. His gaze flicks to your face then drops to where your hands are slowly creeping up his thighs. His eyes narrow at you.

“What? You can’t be serious, that’s far too much.” Lisa protests. 

You fiddle with the hem of Seokjin’s shirt, smirking when his focus is more on you now and you let your hands slowly drift over to the bulge in his sweats. You see his jaw clench and grin victoriously, knowing that you’re winning.

“It’s fine, Lisa. This was unexpected for all of us.” You rub more at the bulge and Seokjin swiftly gathers both your wrists in one hand and pins them to the pillow. “Look, I need to go. I gave you an option. You’re free to take it or leave it. We’ll let you know when it’s over.” He grits out, abruptly hanging up and tossing your phone with a loud clatter back onto the nightstand. His eyes are dark when he focuses back on you and he yanks you closer by the grip he still has on your wrists. “You are just an impatient little omega, aren’t you princess?”

You whimper, hips pressing against the pillow as you feel your mind go hazy. “Alpha…” You whine.

Seokjin smirks, watching the way your hips twitch against the pillow. His free hand settles on your hip and he starts to guide you in grinding against the pillow. “You’ve made quite the mess of your pillow, princess.” He muses. “But I think we can make it dirtier.”

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire at his words and you’re nodding helplessly at his words, eager for him to finally touch you. 

“I’m going to let your hands go, but you can only touch my thighs, got it?” He waits for your acknowledgment before continuing. “Good girl. I’d hate to have to punish you for disobeying.”

You flush at his praise. He releases your wrists, his other hand joins the first on your hips to better guide your grinding. You moan at the drag of your soaking panties against your clit. Your hands immediately find Seokjin’s thighs, fisting the fabric of his sweats to keep your hands from wandering like you so badly want them too, you want to feel more than just the shifting muscles of his thighs beneath your palms. 

“Alpha… Seokjin, please…” You move faster with Seokjin’s direction. 

Seokjin hums. “What, princess? What do you need?” He coos, giving your hips a squeeze.

You whine, trying to move faster to chase your high, but Seokjin’s grip keeps you going at the pace he wants you to go. “Wanna cum… Please… Let me…” Your head drops back as you pant. “Seokjin…”

“What a good girl you are, asking your alpha’s permission first. I didn’t even have to tell you.” You nod eagerly and Seokjin smiles. “You have been very good considering how long you had to wait.” His hands slip under your shirt and the contact with your skin makes you gasp. “You can cum, princess. But you can only use your pillow to get off.”

His hands slide up to your waist, relinquishing control of your pace back to you. You quickly pick up your pace once he lets you, moaning as you rock faster against your pillow. Seokjin’s hands slide further up, thumbs brushing the bottoms of your breasts. A few more rocks of your hips, the friction of your dampened panties against your clit, combined with Seokjin’s fingers digging into your skin has you, finally, tipping over the edge you’ve been on since you woke up. 

You shudder, gasping Seokjin’s name as your orgasm wracks your frame. You continue to give a few weak grinds as you ride it out until your body relaxes and you would collapse if not for Seokjin’s hands on your ribs holding you up. He chuckles at your sudden bonelessness, carefully shifting you to lay you down then tossing the soaked pillow from the bed. He turns back to you, smiling fondly as he strokes your cheek. 

“Feeling a little better?”

You sigh contentedly, mind feeling less hazy. “Very.” You lay there for a moment, eyes closed and enjoying the small reprieve you’ve gotten. Then you look up at him in alarm. “But wait, what about you?”

Seokjin laughs again, grabbing your hand when you reach out to touch his still very prominent erection. “Don’t worry about me. Trust me, I’ll be fine.”

You pout. “Who said I was worried for you in that scenario?”

Seokjin stretches out beside you, manhandling you around until he can pull you tightly back against him, dick settled firmly against your ass. “Since your sleep was interrupted, I’d highly suggest you get some sleep now while you still can princess. I’ll be here to take care of you when you wake up.” He pauses to give a hard grind against your ass. “And by then, the pill while have kicked in and I can fuck you like you want. Nice and hard, little omega, and fill you up nice and full like you need.”

You whine, slapping playfully at the arm he has wrapped around your waist. “You just said to get some sleep. You’re just going to get me all riled up again.”

Seokjin’s nose drags across your shoulder to your neck as he inhales deeply. “Sorry. You just smell so divine, princess.” His tongue touches your neck and you feel your arousal spark again. “I bet you taste even better than you smell.”

You groan, pushing your as back teasingly. “Seokjin, either let me sleep or fuck me.”

He blows out a frustrated breath. “I can’t fuck you yet. It hasn’t been long enough and it’s not safe.”

You give him a smug smirk over your shoulder. “Then let me sleep.”

He smothers a laugh in your shoulder before he’s standing and grabbing a blanket off the floor and covering you. You’re enveloped in the scent of him and the silk caresses your skin as the fabric settles against you. 

You look over the blanket then up to him. “This isn’t mine.”

“Very perceptive of you. It’s mine and it’s silk. The scent will help you sleep and the silk is because I know cotton gets itchy against your skin while your in heat. I’d change your sheets but you seem comfortable so that’ll have to do for now.” He picks up the glass from the nightstand. “Now get some sleep. I got here in a hurry and so your kitchen is a bit of a mess so I need to go prep that so that it’s easier for me to get to things I need.”

He runs a hand through your hair comfortingly once more before he’s turning and leaving the room. You listen to him move around for a few moments before your exhaustion creeps back in and you find yourself drifting off to sleep surrounded by Seokjin’s scent.

You wake up sometime later, you have no idea how long your body allowed you to rest but it seems intent on making up for the downtime if the fire currently in your veins is anything to go by. Your panties stick to you uncomfortably and you move to try to remove them but a firm weight is settled around your waist. Once you notice the weight, you realize that Seokjin came back at some point and got back into bed with you. You gasp, body burning impossibly hotter and you immediately push your ass back against him, filled with the need to feel him inside you. 

The arm around you tightens as a growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating against your back. You squirm at the sound, you’re fairly certain your eyes probably also flashed golden and you’re a little glad that they’re currently squeezed shut so that he couldn’t see, despite the fact that you’re also facing away. Some bratty part of you that’s struggling to remain doesn’t want him to know just how much he’s already affecting you, but logic is quickly failing you because if it was still functioning, you’d realize that he doesn’t need to see your eyes to know how you’re being affected. Slick drips from you and the tshirt you’re wearing suddenly feels stifling. As you try to fight the shirt off, your flipped onto your back and Seokjin is hovering above you, a sleepy smirk stretching his lips. 

“My, my. Someone’s being naughty, hm? You can’t even properly wake your alpha up? You’ll just grind against him while he sleeps?” 

He pins your arms when you try to reach out for him and you whine. He takes both wrists in one hand, leaving his other hand free to slip under your shirt. You gasp, pushing your body up into his touch and he chuckles, nudging your legs apart with his knee so he can settle between them. 

“Are you going to tell me what you want? Or do I need to punish you?” His voice is tinged with his alpha tone as his hand slides up and cups your breast. 

You blink a few times, trying to clear enough of the haze to respond. You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat. “Please, alpha…”

Seokjin chuckles and the sound makes you shiver. “Mmm, close, princess. Do you wanna try again?” You whine again, hips bucking up to try to get some friction and Seokjin tsks you. “Ah ah. None of that, omega.”

Your core clenches at the reprimand and you bite your lip on another whine. You take a deep breath, regretting it almost instantly when your met with the overwhelming scent of Seokjin’s own arousal. “Alpha, fuck me. Please, please, I need you, need your knot, please.”

Seokjin gives a pleased hum, squeezing your breast once before his hand is sliding down your body and cupping your pussy through your panties. “Much better, princess. Good girl.”

You warm at the praise, hips pressing your pussy further into his hand. He doesn’t pull away this time though, instead he tugs your panties to the side and slips two fingers inside. Your back bows and you instantly clench around him. 

“Please, please more, alpha, Seokjin. Please.” You roll your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers.

He slips another finger in and you moan. He pumps them faster, thrusting in counterpoint to the rolling of your hips. “I think I quite like seeing you so desperate to come, princess. First on your pillow, then on my fingers. Maybe I’ll give you my tongue next. Gotta make sure you’re nice and relaxed for my knot. How does that sound, princess? Want me to eat you out next? I bet you taste even better than you smell. And you smell absolutely intoxicating.”

He hooks his fingers and you gasp when their probing presses against your g-spot. You wriggle your wrists, wanting to touch him. “Seokjin, lemme touch you too, please.” You whine.

He chuckles, but releases your wrists and you bury your hands in his hair, yanking him in for a kiss. He makes a noise of surprise against your mouth, not expecting the touch you wanted to have been a kiss, before he’s kissing you back enthusiastically. His tongue runs along the seam of your lips and you happily open up for him. You groan at the taste of him, hips working faster as Seokjin rubs your clit with his thumb in time with the thrusts of his finger. 

You turn away from the kiss with a gasp and Seokjin uses the opportunity to trail his lips along your jaw and down your neck where he leaves a few nips, though you want far more than just nips on your throat. 

“Come on, princess. Cum for me.” He growls against your neck and it makes heat pool in your belly. 

Seokjin licks a stripe up your neck before biting and sucking a mark onto your neck and that finally pushes you over the edge and you cum with a cry, pussy clenching tightly around Seokjin’s fingers as he continues pumping. 

When the last of the shudders stop, he gingerly removes his fingers, bringing the glistening digits up to his mouth. His eyes darken at how wet they are before he pops them into his mouth and a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl rumbles in his chest. 

“Fuck, I was right. You taste divine.” He refocuses on you and his hands rub at your thighs. “Are you feeling okay, though? Do you need anything?”

You blink at his shift in demeanor, from domineering alpha to caretaker, thoughts now a little clearer thanks to the orgasm and you giggle. “I’d be better if I had your dick already.” You wink.

Seokjin’s eyes flash and he ducks down to kiss you senseless before sitting back with a smug smirk when you just stare at him speechless. His hands grasp the bottom of your shirt, pushing it slowly up your body and you lift your arms to help him tug it off. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He murmurs, seemingly distracted by the newly exposed skin. 

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, then he’s moving further down to dust kisses across your collarbone. A soft sigh leaves you as his plush lips leave a burning path down to your breasts. A hand comes up to palm one while his mouth envelopes your nipple. Fire floods your veins as your heat hits you fully again. You push your hips up but Seokjin is a step ahead and is pinning your hips to the bed before you can so much as raise them more than an inch. 

He lifts his head just enough to speak, breath blowing across your spit slick nipple. “Relax, princess. Your alpha will take care of you, don’t worry.” He soothes, thumbs stroking the skin of your hips. 

You chew your lip, body protesting the thought of waiting for what it needs. You give him a small nod and he coos praises against your skin as slowly works his way down your body until he’s settled between your legs, faced with your soaked panties. You’re torn between hiding from his gaze and shoving your pussy into his face but Seokjin saves you from having to choose by digging his fingers into your thighs and holding them open. 

He nips at your thigh, soothing the sting with his tongue and then he’s giving the same treatment to the other leg. When he’s satisfied with the blooming marks on your skin, he licks at your pussy through your panties, lips wrapping around your clit through the fabric and sucking. 

You swear, burying your hands in his hair and he chuckles. “You’ve absolutely ruined your panties, princess.”

You whine in embarrassment, tugging lightly at his hair. “Don’t tease.”

He chuckles, pressing his tongue teasingly against your clit. “But you look so pretty all flustered and desperate, princess.” He gives another lick. “And I like hearing you beg.”

“Seokjin, please. Please stop teasing. I want your mouth on me. Please, I’ll do anything.”

Seokjin glances up at you, eyebrow raised. “Anything, huh? That’s a dangerous promise, princess.” He glances back down at your panties and licks his lips. “But, you’re in luck. I’m feeling particularly generous right now.”

With that he tugs your panties down and tosses them off the bed. He groans at the sight of your bared pussy and you spread your legs further apart in a bid to entice him to give you what you want. His thumbs brush along your pussy lips before he’s grabbing handfuls of your thighs and pressing his tongue firmly against your clit. 

You chant out yes’s as his tongue traces around your clit, occasionally dipping down to your entrance before returning his attention to your clit. His fingers dig into your skin and you know there will be bruises in the shape of his fingers there later and you revel in that knowledge. Little growls and groans leave him as his mouth works against your pussy and the vibrations send pleasure shooting through you. 

Your hands tighten in his hair when he slips two fingers into you while his plush lips wrap around your clit. He sucks and you cry out, pleasure building so fast after your recent orgasm. 

“Come on princess, I can feel you clenching around my fingers already. Be a good omega and cum for me.” Seokjin murmurs against you before he’s back to sucking on your clit. 

You whimper and he crooks his fingers just right to rub at your sweet spot. He pumps his fingers faster then grazes your clit with his teeth and your orgasm rushes through you. You cry out his name as your release gushes around his fingers. His fingers slow as your moans quiet down until he withdraws them completely, letting his tongue take their place to clean up the mess you’ve made. 

You expect to feel some relief, but Seokjin’s tongue continuing to work has heat spreading through your limbs again and you suddenly don’t feel sated in the least. You feel frantic with need and you know the only thing that’ll make you feel better and so you give his hair a tug as you whine. “Seokjin… want your cock, please.”

He sits up, face shining, as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. He wipes the rest of your release from his face with the back of his hand. His hair is disheveled from your tugging and his lips are swollen and red. He looks unfairly debauched for the fact that he’s still fully dressed and you’ve come multiple times already. When he makes no moves to give you what you want, you decide to just take it. 

Before he can comprehend what’s happening, you’ve pushed him onto his back and planted yourself firmly in his lap. You groan when your pussy drags across the fabric still separating you from his cock. Seokjin halts you from moving further, fingers digging into your hips in warning. 

“Princess.” He growls out and your instincts have you going nearly boneless, baring your neck to him with the overwhelming need to submit. 

You’re flipped onto your back, smothered for a moment in Seokjin’s bulk and scent and you’re positive you could die happy under him. He rears back, nearly tearing his shirt in his haste to get it off of him and your eyes trace along the breadth of his shoulders to his thick neck and down to his chest. His skin is smooth and the muscles that ripple beneath as he moves to shuck his sweats off has you clenching. 

Then your eyes are drawn lower as Seokjin finally gets his sweats off and your mouth floods at the sight of his cock, hard and shiny with precum and so thick that you’re torn between wanting him to shove it down your throat or stuff your pussy so full that you can’t think. Seokjin catches your stare, chuckling as he reaches down to give himself a few pumps, thumb swiping across the plump, red head. 

“See something you like, princess?” He teases.

You tear your gaze from his cock to meet his eyes, nodding dumbly because you’ve been robbed of all words. He smiles, body blanketing you once again as he leans down to capture your lips, cock brushing your pussy as he holds himself above you. You whine, hips tilting to get more of his cock pressed against you. Seokjin groans, hips grinding lazily against your pussy, lips trailing to nip at your neck. 

“Alpha, please…” You pant, reaching up to dig your fingers into the meat of his shoulders. 

He nods against your neck, one hand leaving the bed to reach between the two of you and he positions himself at your entrance, pausing with the head pressed to your hole and pulls back to meet your eyes. “Are you sure?” He swallows and blinks a few times to clear some of the daze. “Once I start-” 

You cut him off, shifting just enough for him to slip an inch into you. You both moan and the stretch of just the head has your desperation rising, the overwhelming need to be mounted clawing at your insides. Seokjin must feel the same because he pauses for only a second longer before he’s slamming fully into you. You gasp, nails digging into his back as he immediately pulls back out just to thrust back in. He buries his face in your neck, breath puffing warm against your skin as he pants harshly with his rough pace. 

“Fuck you’re so wet, princess. You’re such a good girl, a good little omega.” 

You whine as the praises continue to flow from him and he grabs your hips to hitch them higher, manhandling you around into the position that he wants you in. The shift has him hitting you deeper, rubbing your walls in all the right ways and you’re already so close to coming again. Tears gather at the corner of yours eyes and you roll your hips as best you can with his thrusts to get some friction on your clit. 

Nails prick your skin and you gasp, staring slightly wide eyed as Seokjin pulls away from your neck with a devilish smirk. “Now now, princess. I’ve given you so much already, let your alpha has his turn.” He slows his pace and you pout but his smirk just grows. “Besides, I’d much rather you come on my knot.”

His next thrust has your pussy stretching further as his knot begins to form. Your breath hitches as the growing girth stretches your more. 

“Yes, yes, yes, please let me have your knot, please, please.” You beg, body feeling aflame at the promise of what you want most. 

“Yeah?” Seokjin growls, licking up your neck to nip your earlobe. “You want my knot that bad, baby? Want me to knot you and fill you nice and full of my come? Keep you all plugged up so you get pregnant? Fuck… You’d look so amazing all swollen and round with my pups.”

You nod along, words only fueling your desire more. He slams his hips against you one last time before his knot finally grows too large and he settles for grinding as the first pulses of his release fills you. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck… You’re such a good girl. Taking my knot and cum so so well. Shit, gonna get you all nice and full of pups.” You moan and Seokjin slips one hand down to rub at your clit. “Such a good omega, so good for my pups.” He murmurs and a few circles of his thumb coupled with his knot and cum filling you so delightfully full has you clenching around him as your mouth drops open in a silent scream as you cum. Seokjin groans, lips finding yours for an uncoordinated kiss as you both ride out your orgasms together. 

Your brain finally feel clearer and you enjoy the quiet mingling sounds of both of your breathing. You bask in the blissful feeling of being full and after what feels like hours, but is nothing more than a few minutes, Seokjin is sliding an arm beneath your back, keeping you close as he carefully maneuvers you both so that he’s now on his back and you can curl up on his chest while you wait for his knot to go down. You hum in contentment when his fingers thread through your hair, massaging your scalp. 

“Sleep.” He murmurs, chest vibrating against your cheek and you rub your face against his chest in a sleepy nod, following his advice and your own body’s sudden exhaustion. 

You wake up later, alone in bed, stretching and the delightful soreness has a small smile gracing your lips before you realize that the cause of that soreness is nowhere to be seen. You finally sit up, belatedly realizing that that sticky mess you were expecting is definitely not there. And now that you’re more awake and looking around, you notice that you’re sleeping on different sheets, ones that are definitely not yours. 

You’re about to climb out of bed when you hear footsteps padding down the hall towards your room and a moment later, Seokjin, now back in his boxers, is nudging open the door, carrying a plate of something you can’t quite make out and a glass of water that upon seeing makes you realize how dry your throat feels. You make grabby hands for it immediately and Seokjin blinks in surprise for a second at seeing you awake before he’s chuckling and coming closer, handing you the water once he’s close enough. 

You start guzzling the water, the coolness soothing the roughness you were feeling in your throat. Seokjin tuts, pointedly looking at the glass and how quickly you’re consuming it and you sheepishly slow your swallows. He gently pulls the glass away before you can finish and you pout. He chuckles, setting it and the plate on the nightstand before taking a seat on the bed with his back against the headboard. He gathers you up, situating you in his lap until he’s happy with how you’re sat. 

He grabs the plate and you notice it’s full of fruits and cheeses, all of them your favorites, much to your delight. Your stomach grumbles and Seokjin reaches for one of the slices, holding it to your lips for you to take. You hum happily as the flavor of the fruit mixes perfectly with a taste that you can’t put a name to, just that it’s all Seokjin. 

After a few minutes of silent feeding, Seokjin gives you your water back to finish. You hand the glass back once you’re done, cuddling back into his chest with the intent to nap a little more. 

He nudges you when your eyes start to slip closed, holding another piece of fruit up for you to take. “Eat a little more first, princess. It’s only the first day, who knows when you’ll have another long lull. Best to fill up now. At least so I don’t have to fight you as much later.”

You duck your head in embarrassment, opening your mouth obediently when he presses the fruit to your lips. You try not to think about the fight he’s gonna have to put up with when your heat really kicks in and you don’t want to do anything but sit on his dick. You’re glad the worst of your heat is always fuzzy and you hopefully won’t have to remember the worst of it. 

He feeds you a few more bites before he deems you full enough, then he’s rearranging you both so you’re laying down and he pulls your back flush against his front. His lips press gently to your shoulder. “Sleep now.”

And you don’t have to be told twice before your eyes are drifting shut. 

When you wake up again, you blearily notice that at some point you both have shifted positions. Seokjin’s now on his back and you’re curled into his side, one leg thrown over his and your dripping core pressed to his thigh, soaking his boxers. You grind your hips forward, moaning at the drag of the fabric against your sensitive pussy. 

Seokjin mutters something, shifting slightly, but remains asleep as you rut against him. You bury your face in his chest, taking a deep inhale of his scent before lazily mouthing across his collarbone to his neck. The fire in your belly intensifies and you scramble to climb fully on top of Seokjin, pushing his boxers down just enough to get to his cock and you’re delighted to find that he’s already hard. You wrap a hand around it, giving him a few strokes before positioning it and fully sheathing it within you. 

Seokjin starts awake with a gasp, hands finding your waist immediately even though he doesn’t seem to fully realize what’s happening yet. His eyes fall to you, more precisely where you’re already bouncing on his cock, not even seeming to mind that he’s not fully awake. His grip on you tightens in an effort to pause your riding but you just switch to grinding when he restricts your movements. 

He chuckles. “Fuck, couldn’t even wake me up, princess? Such a needy little omega that you’re just going to take what you need, hm? Not even gonna wake your alpha up to help you?”

You whine, continuing to rock against him. His words fuel your movements, but the meaning to them is lost in the haze. Seokjin chuckles when you ignore him and the sudden loss of his hands has you faltering. You glance at him finally, finding him laying there with his arms tucked under his head, looking the perfect picture of relaxation. When he sees your attention on him, he glances pointedly back to where you’re joined.

“Oh, please. Don’t let me interrupt. Feel free to continue what you were doing. I was just getting comfortable.”

Your protest is on the tip of your tongue, you want to whine about how you want his hands on you but his cock twitches where its buried in you and you lift yourself up just to drop back down on him, head thrown back as you begin to ride him in earnest. Seokjin, to his credit, seems to struggle with his self imposed promise of just sitting back and letting you work if the way his biceps flex is anything to go by. But he stays still, much to your frustration as you continue. 

You quickly grow frustrated though, slamming your hips down one last time before you dig your fingers into his chest and whine. “Alpha, please…”

He grins up at you. “What is it, princess? I thought you didn’t need me.”

You whine again, grinding against him, but shaking your head. “No, no. Need you. Please, Seokjin.”

He chuckles, but to your delight he moves his arms from behind his head and his hands rest warm and heavy against your thighs. “What do you need, princess?” When you don’t respond right away, he gives your thighs a small squeeze. “Tell me what you need. I can’t help my omega if she doesn’t tell me what she needs.”

You shudder, trying to find the words to speak what you need through the fog blanketing your mind. “Knot… Need your knot, please. Please, want it, Seokjin.”

“Yeah? You need it, princess?” He coos.

You nod enthusiastically, gasping when he shifts his legs to get leverage so that he can thrust up into you, his hands on your waist holding you in place. “Yes, yes yes, please, please please. Alpha…”

You feel his knot starting to grow, catching your rim with every thrust and the feeling makes your toes curl. Seokjin’s fingers tighten and he gets a handful more thrusts in before his knot is too large to pull out. You groan and his hands shift to your hips to guide them in grinding on his knot as he did before with your pillow, praises flowing from his lips. When you finally start grinding without his guidance, his lets his hands slide up your body, palming your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers. 

“Cum for me baby. Cum on my knot, show me how badly you want my cum and pups.” He growls, pinching your nipples harder. 

A few swivels of your hips has you moaning his name as you cum, pussying squeezing him tight as he pumps you full.

You get flashes of moments over the next few days. You know at one point, Seokjin has to resort to feeding you while you’re knotted because you refuse to not be filled. And even then he still struggles to get you to actually eat the food rather than just sucking on his fingers. Another time you corner him in the kitchen while he’s getting you water. Pawing at his cock and whining when he snatches up both your wrists in one of his hands. Which means your next most logical thought is to drop to your knees and mouth at his cock instead. You get your mouth around him, gag reflex diminished thanks to your heat and you suck on his cock until he starts to shallowing thrust into your mouth. Then his hand tightens around your wrists and you’re being yanked to your feet and bent over the kitchen table. He fucks you hard and fast, hand coming down to quick swats on your ass as he talks about how you’re being awfully naughty. You cry when he knots you that time, Seokjin shushing you, cooing at you and telling you that if you drink your water then he’ll forgive you and you’ll be his good girl again. You’ve never drank a glass of water quicker. 

He tries to get you to shower but your legs don’t want to cooperate for that, and a little part of you wants to be bratty again, so he sighs and draws a bath. Which you make him join you in and results in something soft, that if you were in a different state of mind would probably make your heart ache with how sweet and caring and gentle he was being. Although it ends with water sloshed all over the floor and were you not in heat, you’d feel really bad for the messes he’s been cleaning up. 

Your heat is blessedly shorter than usual with the addition of a partner. Rather than spending a whole week being miserable and horny, it finishes after just 4 and a half days and you wake up feeling far more refreshed than you usually do after your heats. You notice the bed is empty beside you and that your room has been tidied up. Your gut churns with disappointment, tempted to bury your face into the pillow Seokjin had been using just to get another whiff of his scent, but soft singing coming from the kitchen draws your attention.

You slip out of bed, taking a moment to stretch your sore limbs. You foot catches something as you go to step away and you stoop down to examine it. The tshirt is wholly unfamiliar to you and when you hold it up to your nose, humming in content when you realize it’s Seokjin’s and he must have missed it when he was cleaning. You debate for a moment on returning it to him but something in you protests the thought and you tug it on instead and you decide that you’re just going to chalk the feeling up to residual hormones from your heat. You stand and make your way to the kitchen, leaning in the doorway and watching quietly as Seokjin cooks, still singing softly to himself. 

A few minutes pass like this before he speaks. “You just gonna keep creeping in the doorway or come in for breakfast?” He glances back at you to wink before turning back to the pan in front of him. 

You chuckle, moving to the cabinets to gather what you need to set the table. “Maybe I wanted to enjoy the show.” You say as you take a seat at your kitchen table, propping up your chin on your hand to return to watching him.

Seokjin turns, sliding a few pieces of french toast onto a platter that from the glimpse you get is already piled high with it. He brings the plate to the table before going back to the fridge and grabbing a big bowl of fresh cut fruit and a bottle of juice. You look from the literal pile of food to Seokjin with wide eyes. 

“Did I miss something? Are you feeding an army?”

He chuckles, grabbing a few slices of french toast and a couple spoonfuls of fruit, plucking a piece of melon from his plate to eat before finally answering. “No. But this is your first real meal in a few days. Once you start eating you’ll realize just how hungry you are.” 

You pout and want to argue, but the smell of the food is too enticing and so instead you grab some food and start eating, choosing to very pointedly ignore the fact that after the first bite you feel like you could probably eat all the food on the table plus find something to snack on in the fridge. You both eat in silence and you can’t quite tell if it’s a comfortable one or an awkward one. On the one hand, Seokjin’s presence is calming and you feel more relaxed than you have in a long time. But at the same time, you want to speak, but you have to idea what you can talk about with the guy who paid a crazy amount of money to sleep with you during your heat and whose cock you were literally begging for just a few hours ago. And you realize that you don’t even know if he wants to talk about anything. For all you know, this is just lingering alpha protectiveness and once breakfast is over, he’ll gather his things and leave. 

“Not good?” His voice drags you from your musing and you’re quick to shake your head, stuffing another bite into your mouth. 

“No, no. It’s amazing. Just still a little sleepy, I guess.” You half lie.

He watches you for a moment with pursed lips before giving a small nod and going back to his own food. You eat a little faster, deciding that once your finished and clean everything up that you’ll test the waters and see if he maybe wants to stay a little longer and watch a movie. It’s innocuous enough, you can always play it off as just a precaution to make sure your heat is really over. That it has nothing to do with the fact that you really don’t want him to leave. 

With your food finished, you gather up the dishes to take to the sink, beginning to clean up and Seokjin comes over to join, taking the dish towel to begin drying the dishes as you clean and then putting them away. The two of you work in silence, finishing the dishes in no time.

When you finish, Seokjin hands you the towel so you can dry your hands and you both stand in silence, this time it’s definitely awkward. You’re just working up the courage to ask if he’d like to stay, maybe watch a movie or something when he beats you in speaking.

“Well… I guess I should probably get going. I’m sure Lisa would like her own place back.” He rubs at the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes as he speaks and you try really hard not to read into the fact that he won’t look at you now. 

You frown, quickly hiding your disappointment when he glances at you. You give a small nod. “Right, sure of course. I’m sure you’ve got work and stuff too. Company won’t run itself, huh?” You weakly joke.

He chuckles, nodding as he makes his way to the door where you notice his bags are sitting, already packed. You feel a twinge in your chest as you watch him pick them up and slide his shoes on. He turns and hesitates for a second before giving a small smile.

“I hope I gave you a good experience for your first partnered heat.” You give a little nod and his smile grows. He gives a little wave. “It’s been a pleasure, Y/n.”

With that, he’s out the door and you let your smile drop. You sigh, feeling oddly empty with him out of the apartment now. Shaking the thoughts from your head, you move to the windows to open them to start airing the apartment out for Lisa’s return, lighting a couple of candles around the room as well. You enter your bedroom, expecting to have a mess to clean up but Seokjin seems to have thought of everything already, your room clean and tidy and the windows already cracked. You sit on your bed, wondering if it’s always this way after heats, if the sudden loneliness is usual of arrangements like this or if maybe it’s just cause it’s your first time having an alpha during heat. Maybe the attachment you felt is normal and so the way you feel abandoned is too and will pass in a day. At least that’s what you try to reason to yourself as you think about how maybe you should have insisted that Seokjin stay just a little longer. 

You take a deep breath, Seokjin’s scent drifting off the shirt you’re still wearing and it has a weirdly soothing effect on you, calms your thoughts even as they swirl with doubt. You crawl up the bed, tugging the pillow he used over and bury your face in it. Letting his scent lull you to sleep because you know once Lisa gets home that all of your friends are going to flock over to question how it went. 

The week crawls by slowly, classes don’t help either since it’s still early in the semester and so the work load hasn’t particularly picked up yet. You find yourself having an increasingly difficult time sleeping, the only thing that you’ve found that helps is cuddling the pillow that is slowly losing Seokjin’s scent. And you really try not to think about any implications from that. In the last two days you’ve also gotten a headache that refuses to leave no matter what you take and has begun to get worse with time. 

Which is making the attempt to power through movie night incredibly difficult. Even with the lights off, the flashes from the screen cause searing pain and of course it had to be Jungkook’s turn to choose and he of course choose a Marvel movie, full of flashing and loud noises. And since everyone’s seen it already, everyone has made it time to talk and joke around. 

A particularly loud explosion has you squeezing your eyes shut and clenching your teeth. You’re so caught up in willing the pain to stop that you fail to notice the whimper that escapes you or the fact that the room goes dead silent after. A few moments pass before you realize there’s no sound and you squint an eye open to notice that everyone is staring at you with concern, the movie paused in the background. 

Jimin is closest and slides closer instantly, gently setting his hands on you, checking for anything that could’ve caused the noise of distress. Lisa slides closer too from her position on the floor, wrapping her hand around your ankle and you feel a little of the tension and pain bleed away.

Jimin frowns when his preliminary check turns up nothing obvious to have caused a problem. “What’s wrong?” He whispers, seeming to at least gauge that sound is hurting you.

You weakly wave him away. “Just a headache. I’m fine.”

“Again?” Jisoo chimes in from the other end of the couch and Jimin’s frown deepens, as he glances from Jisoo back to you. 

“How long have you had a headache? Do you need something?”

You give a small shake of your head. “It won’t work, it’s fine. It’s just been a couple days. It’s probably just stress. I’ll be fine.” You want him to stop, you don’t want him to probe further, to try to get to the root of the problem. You hope he leaves it at that, believes it’s just stress.

Jimin purses his lips, watching you for a moment before he’s gently tilting your head to get a better look at your face. “You haven’t been sleeping. And you’re losing color.”

You pout at him. “You make it sound like I look like shit.” You attempt to joke, anything to distract him.

Jimin ignores your comment. “How long have you felt like this? Are there any other symptoms that you’re not telling us?”

You squirm uncomfortably under the scrutiny and look down at your lap as you mutter the answers to his questions because you know if you don’t answer then he’ll just keep pressing. “Since last week. It was just hard to sleep at first. Then I was just exhausted all the time like I’d been awake for a long time while doing a lot of hard work. The headaches started a couple days ago.”

Jimin mulls that over. “Before or after your heat?”

You flush, you wish everyone wasn’t around right now. You want to go seek comfort in Seokjin’s shirt and pillow. “After.”

“After Seokjin left?” He clarifies.

He prods you when you don’t respond right away, something uncomfortable churns in your gut at the direction this is going. “Yes. After he left.”

Jimin is ominously quiet and when you glance up, you see him sharing a worried look with Lisa, who shifts closer to rest her cheek on your thigh as Jimin takes hold of your head. “It sounds like you’ve got bond sickness.”

A hysterical laugh bubbles out of you, your mind violently rejecting that idea. “That’s not possible. I don’t have anyone to be bonded with.”

Lisa gives you a reassuring squeeze. “Bond sickness happens when you spend your heat or rut with your mate but don’t complete the bond.”

“If Seokjin was my mate, I think I’d know. And he would too. He wouldn’t have left afterwards.” You hate how pitiful you sound. “This was just some fun for him. It’s not bond sickness.” You try to reason, glancing around the room at your friends who all have varying degrees of pity on their face and you wish even more that he hadn’t done this in front of everyone. Everything feels like it’s too much. You turn back to Jimin, feeling tears beginning to well in your eyes. “It can’t be bond sickness.” It comes out soft, almost in audible. Your hand tightens around Jimin’s. “It can’t be… b-because if it is… Then- then that means I’m not Seokjin’s mate but he’s mine.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Lisa’s up off the floor and pulling you into a hug as the tears finally spill over. The rest of your friends move too, crowding around to lend you what comfort they can. 

Seokjin’s glaring at his computer screen, again because that’s all he feels like he can do to the stupid device lately. It refuses to function the way he wants it to. Most of his work has been picked up by others since he’s been back and he drums in fingers against his desk in irritation at the fact that people seem to think he can’t take care of his own company. Agitatedly, he clicks out of his calendar, that sits empty and he knows that it’s wrong but he can’t figure out why it won’t update to say he has something to do today. A soft knock pulls him from his thoughts and he looks up to see Namjoon slip in. He sniffs and turns back to the screen.

“What.” He says shortly.

“I wanted to see how you’re doing.” Namjoon says placidly, completely unphased by Seokjin’s mood and takes a seat across from Seokjin.

Seokjin snorts. “I’m just fine, Namjoon.”

Namjoon raises his eyebrows at his tone as if to emphasize how not true that statement is. Seokjin chooses to ignore him, opening his email to at least appear that he has some work to do, even though his inbox sits woefully empty. “You can’t even look at me. And you never call me Namjoon. Seokjin, I love you man, but what’s going on? You know you can talk to me, talk to any of us.”

Seokjin mulls that over for a minute. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and scrubbing his hands over his face, he feels tired, just so tired. He has no idea what the hell is going on with him. When he pulls them away, Namjoon notices too just have tired he looks. “I don’t know, Joon.” He says, so quietly that Namjoon almost misses it. “I don’t know and that terrifies me.”

“Okay, that’s fine. We’ll talk it out and we’ll get this figured out. We’re here for you, Jin.” Seokjin crosses his arms and sits back, waiting for Namjoon to start. “Well, you’ve become increasingly aggressive and irritable since you’ve been back. You snapped at Hobi in a way that hasn’t happened since college and you were both trying to date the same person and your alpha’s both got a little too possessive. You can’t seem to focus on anything and you’ve obviously not been getting much sleep.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Is there anything else we haven’t seen that’s been happening?”

Seokjin rubs idly at his chest before looking down at where his hand sits. He taps it once. “My chest aches. Like… something’s hooked through it and tugging. It just… it aches.” He finishes lamely.

Namjoon nods and mulls everything over for a few moments. “I don’t know if this would be something you want to hear, but it sounds like you’ve got bond sickness.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes, feeling irritation prickle his skin. They all joke with each other, but he didn’t think Namjoon would ever be one for such a cruel joke. “Yeah, Joon, that’s what it is. It’s been 2 weeks. It’s not bond sickness. Good joke, man.”

Namjoon looks unimpressed with his response, stares Seokjin dead in the eyes as he snaps at him. “Kim Seokjin, there is no way you are actually this dense of an alpha.” Seokjin’s eyes widen at Namjoon’s tone. “You’ve been this way since you got back from spending her heat with her. Not only that, but you spent an inordinate amount of money just to make sure no one else could touch her. Which, you’ve also mentioned, you only did after catching her scent at a coffee shop you both happened to be at. You’re a smart man Jin. Put it the fuck together.” Seokjin opens his mouth to respond, anger mounting at Namjoon’s accusations, but Namjoon stands and effectively cuts him off, placing his hands on the edge of the desk and leaning into Seokjin’s face. “Because just think about this, if you’ve been feeling the bond sickness, then do you know who else is? Y/n. And while alphas get irritable and angry with bond sickness, do you know how it turns out for omegas? They get sick.” He pauses before continuing, tone soft and serious. “Then they get really sick.”

Namjoon straightens and turns, pausing at the door. “Fix your shit, Seokjin. Don’t bother coming back to work until you do.” 

“Lisa, please go to class.” You whine, trying to shoo her fretting hands away from you. Ever since the revelation of what was wrong, she’s been practically suffocating you with attention, you think that she thinks if she just gives you enough alpha attention that it’ll help you get better. You don’t have the heart to tell her that that’s not really how bond sickness works. Plus, when she’s not being completely overbearing, the extra companionship from her is nice. 

She frowns, taking in your huddled form on the couch. “You’ve been getting worse. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“I’ll be fine. Jungkook said he’d be over soon. You’re going to be late.”

Lisa adjusts your blanket one last time, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Fine. But you message if you need anything at all, got it.”

“Yes, mother.” 

She makes a face at you and you give a weak laugh, knowing how much she hates when you say things like that. Her face softens a little as you shudder and adjust your blanket around you. 

“You’re gonna be late. Go. I’ll be fine.” You pout, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes, trying to get her to go. At least one person in this apartment should be regularly attending classes. You are grateful that Jimin went to the health office to talk to them about what’s happening and managed to get you excused for a little while from having to attend classes. On top of that, after emailing your professors, Taehyung’s been stopping by their offices to pick up or deliver some of the work you manage to get finished.

She huffs. “Alright, alright. Fine. But if Jungkook is even a minute late, you tell me and I will be right back.”

You roll your eyes. “I actually feel sorry for whoever your mate is.”

Lisa pauses in gathering her things to glare at you and you grin back. Lisa’s mate is going to be the most spoiled being on the planet. Lisa slings her bag over her shoulder, coming back over to you to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you. I’ll be back later. Try not to traumatize poor Jungkookie.”

You wave her away, finally turning your attention back to the TV now that Lisa is done with her fretting. You hunker further into your blanket as Lisa finally leaves. You doze off for a while, the tv show you put on doing little to keep your interest when you feel so terrible. And without Lisa here, you don’t have to keep the front up that you feel better than you actually do. You know the sickness will fade and you’ll eventually be fine, if a little dead inside, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to keep your friends from worrying more about you than they already are. You just wish that you could get to that point. You hate that your friends have to care for you like this, it makes you feel too fragile, like how omega’s use to be viewed. Poor pitiful things that weren’t allowed to do much more than have an alpha’s pups and care for them.

You’re roused from your daze by the door opening and closing and Jungkook’s warm, earthy scent washes over you. You hum in content and he rounds the couch with a grin as he lifts a bag up for you to see. 

“I brought soup.” 

You chuckle. “Thank you Kookie. Lisa made me eat before she left though, so you can put it in the kitchen for now and we can eat it later.”

He nods, taking it and your nearly empty glass from the table to the kitchen. He returns a few moments later with your cup, now refilled, and places it back on the coffee table. He plops down onto the couch next to you, slipping his arms around you to pull you closer to cuddle. You hum in contentment at his warmth, feeling the worst of your fog lift from the closeness.

“What’re we watching?” He murmurs.

You lift a shoulder in half a shrug. “Dunno. Lisa put it on. I’ve been too sleepy to really pay attention. You can put something else on if you want.”

Jungkook shifts, reaching for the remote and starts idly flipping through the channels to find something to watch and you feel your eyes getting heavy again as you listen to his heart beat. Jungkook’s perusing is interrupted by the frantic pounding from someone at your door. He frowns, glancing from the direction of the door to you. 

“Are you expecting anyone?” When you shake your head, Jungkook adjusts you so he can get up. “I’ll be right back then.”

As he makes his way to the door, the knocking starts again and you frown, wondering who could be so insistent. Your friends are all at work or in class, with the exception of Jungkook who’s on babysitting duty. And you and Lisa rarely get unannounced visitors. It’s silent for a moment when Jungkook opens the door and it makes you worry enough to push yourself to your knees to glance over the back of the couch. 

You’re about to call out to Jungkook, ask him what’s going on when Seokjin frantically rounds the corner and you feel like all your breath has been knocked out of you. Seokjin freezes when he sees you, his mouth dropping open, you don’t know if it’s from shock at how you look or if he also feels like all the air in the room has been sucked out. You vaguely register a door closing somewhere, you assume Jungkook must be leaving, but your focus is so taken by Seokjin that the building could fall around you and you wouldn’t notice. 

You take a shuddering breath in and you’re overwhelmed with the scent of Seokjin, potent and real and the lingering scent left on his shirt is nothing compared to the richness of it as it fills the room. You choke on a sob and Seokjin is suddenly moving, crossing the distance between the two of you and enveloping you in a nearly crushing hug, but you can’t find it inside yourself to care how tightly he squeezes. You bury your face in his chest as tears leak from your eyes, feeling lighter and happier than you have in nearly 3 weeks. You hear Seokjin murmuring into your hair where his face is pressed against, but your body is buzzing too much for you to hear what the words are, only able to focus on how comforting the words feel on your frayed mind.

You don’t know how long the two of you stay like that, but eventually Seokjin pulls away. When you make a distressed sound, he strokes your cheek to sooth you.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I just need to see your face.” With that, he finally sits fully on the couch, pulling you into his lap. His hands come up to cup your cheeks, holding you in place as his gaze flits across your face for a few moments, like he’s trying to memorize everything. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, princess.” He coos, pulling your face closer to pepper it with kisses. 

You squeeze you eyes shut, willing yourself to stop crying, but your nerves have been so fried lately that you’re completely convinced that you’ll never stop crying. Seokjin continues to murmur to you, though the words themselves have lost all meaning and you just let the cadance and sound of his voice work as the balm your soul has needed these past few weeks. He pulls you back in and you bury your face back into neck to take in his scent, a small part of you fearful that you may never get to again. 

Eventually, he adjusts your position, drawing your attention to the fact that when you look up, he’s saying your name with an incredibly fond smile.

“What?” You croak.

He chuckles and presses a kiss, two kisses to your cheek before responding. “I’ve been saying your name for a few minutes. You back with me, love?”

Your whole body heats at pet name. “You have?” You question, you can’t tell if he’s teasing or being serious. 

He gives a little nod. “It’s okay. You seemed like you were enjoying yourself so I’m not too upset.” 

The teasing tilt of his lips speaks of so much fondness, you can’t help it when you lean forward to steal a kiss of your own from him. “What were you saying my name for?” You murmur, reluctant to pull back from the kiss. 

“I like saying it. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.” He grins.

You nudge him playfully, cheeks heating from a mixture of embarrassment and pleased happiness. “Stop that. That’s gross. What did you want?”

He tightens his arms around you briefly. “We should talk. There’s… kind of a lot that we need to go over huh?”

You sober slightly, but the thought of not touching Seokjin makes you feel physically ill again. You shift, keeping your legs throw over his and both hands wrapped in his. By the look on Seokjin’s face, this seems to be the furthest he’s willing to let you get from himself, not that you’d let yourself get much further from him anyway. 

“We should.” You agree, nerves on edge. You assume, hope, that since he’s here, that he won’t let go of you, that this is meant to be a good talk. That it’ll end the way you want, that you both hopefully want. 

“So… We’re mates.” He begins, stops, seems unsure of what else to go on, but your heart soars at him calling you mates. He seems a little uncomfortable and you find it incredibly endearing that a big powerful alpha and CEO can’t seem to get his feelings out to his mate. You decide to let him suffer a little longer with his stuttering before granting him mercy and taking over the conversation.

“We are. If you want to be. I… certainly wouldn’t be opposed to it.” You give him a shy smile.

Seokjin seems a little blindsided, but he quickly gets past it and his face lights up in a brilliant smile. “Of course. I can’t think of a more perfect girlfriend than you.”

You raise an eyebrow and you can’t help teasing him a little. “Girlfriend, huh?” Seokjin sputters, trying to come up with something but you laugh, putting a hand over his mouth. “I’m teasing. But I’m not going to be your girlfriend unless you ask me properly.”

He pulls you close again, lips barely brushing yours. “Will you,” He pauses, kisses you. “Be my girlfriend?” He finishes, lips still against yours.

You let out a giddy giggle. “Yes, of course, you silly alpha. My silly alpha.”

His thumbs run over your cheeks. “I’m sorry I let you get so sick. I should’ve realized. I shouldn’t have left. I’m so sorry.”

You shush him, putting your hands over his. “Hey, no. It’s just as much my fault as yours. Don’t blame yourself. You couldn’t have known. They were such strange circumstances. It’s okay. I don’t blame you Seokjin.”

He gives you a small grateful smile, like it’s something that’s been truly weighing on him before he seems to realize something and groans, head thumping back against the couch. You’re about to ask what’s wrong when he speaks. “Oh no, this means I just paid nearly a million dollars for a girlfriend. The guys are never going to let this go.” 

You smother your laughter, tapping his nose to get his attention. “Well actually, you paid that much for your mate.” You give a mischievous wink to him. “But I’m sure you can convince her to share all that wealth with you again. Minus whatever she needs for school.”

His eyes darken. “Oh? Do you think she’d be that generous to give some back?”

You nod, tapping your chin thoughtfully. “Of course, if she has you now then she doesn’t really need that much money.”

Seokjin hums and it sends a shiver down your spine. He leans closer and you feel like you’re prey, you feel exhilarated. “And just what do you think I could do to convince her to do something like that, hm?” He purrs in your ear, finishing with a nip to your earlobe. 

You shudder, biting back a moan. “Oh, I’m sure a smart man like you will think of something.” You laugh as you push yourself off his lap and make a dash for your room.

He lets out a noise of surprise before you hear the sound of pursuit and just as you reach your bedroom door, you’re scooped up by him and turned so he can pin your back to the wall. He grabs your thighs to force your legs around his waist and you delight in the press of his cock against you, even with all the layers separating it from where you want him most. You moan, head thumping back against the wall.

“Now now, princess. It’s not very nice to run away from your alpha now is it?” He chastises, breath warm against your neck.

You swallow, squirming to get a little friction and relief, but he pressed his hips more firmly against you, halting your movement. You whine, low and needy. Seokjin nips your neck.

“I believe I asked you something princess. It’s not nice to run away is it?” You shake your head and he nips you again. “Use your words like a good girl.”

“No, it’s not nice, alpha.” 

He licks up your neck, nips your jaw, presses a quick kiss to your lips. “Good girl.”

You try to squirm again, whining. “Alpha, please. Need you. Missed you, Seokjin.” He rubs your sides comfortingly. “It’s okay princess, I’ll take care of you. Always.”

He pulls his hips away just enough to slip his hands into your shorts, fingers finding your dripping slit. He groans, lips finding yours as he slips two fingers into you. He pumps them a few times before you quickly grow restless, turning away just enough to speak.

“Not enough. Need your cock, please.”

He chuckles at your neediness and how much it mirrors his own and aquiesses easily enough to your request because he doesn’t think he could prolong this that much anyway. He pulls his fingers free, undoes his pants just enough to pull his dick out and then tugs your shorts and underwear to the side just enough to slip in. He slides in to the hilt and pauses there, panting. 

“God you really were made for me.” He groans. “Fuck, I’m never letting you go again.”

You nod happily. “Yes, yes. Please move.”

He complies, starting a fast pace that leaves you feeling like this is your first time all over again with how overwhelming it is. You’re already remarkably close to cumming despite the fact that not much has been done and you have an inkling on what exactly will tip you over. You let your head drop to the side.

“Jinnie. Seokjin,” You wait till you have his attention. “Alpha claim me.”

His eyes flash and there’s no hesitation as he dips his head down to pepper your neck with kisses. A moment later, you feel teeth and then the wetness of blood as he pierces skin. You gasp, back bowing as everything becomes more intense and the feeling of Seokjin’s tongue as he cleans the blood from your claiming mark is the last little push you need to push you over the edge. 

You shudder, moaning his name and fingers gripping his shirt tight enough that you feel it rip. Seokjin slows his thrusting to let you ride out your orgasm and once he senses that your not too sensitive, he resumes his fast pace, chancing his own high. You feel exhausted but the unmarked skin of his neck is like a magnet and you gather what strength you’ve got left to sink your teeth into his skin to leave your own claiming mark. 

Seokjin growls at this, getting a couple last rough thrusts before he cums, shuddering under your hands as you lick the blood from his neck and a moment later you feel his knot. Your head drops back against the wall and you groan weakly, hips rocking slightly as you stare dazedly at the way your mark stands out against Seokjin’s skin, feeling whole and content. His head rests against your shoulder, breath puffing against your collarbone as he struggles to catch his breath.

Your blissful bubble is burst a few minutes later when you hear the front door open. “Y/n!” Lisa calls and she sounds distracted, Jungkook must not have informed her that Seokjin came by. Your mind is lagging too much to connect that this is about to be bad if you don’t respond. “I know you told me to go to class and I did… Well one class. But I was worried, and nothing against Jungkook, but I’d just feel better if I were the one watching-” She cuts off abruptly as you hear something drop to the ground. “Jesus fucking Christ!” You glance over, body flushing in embarrassment at not even having been able to make it to your room. Lisa has her hands over her eyes and body turned away, backpack lying on the ground at her feet. “Really! You couldn’t have like, I don’t know, fucking warned me? Jesus, gross. I think I’m scarred for life now.” There’s a heavy pause before Lisa snatches her phone out of her pocket and storms off. “I’m going to fucking kill Jungkook. The little fucker could’ve texted me. He’s so dead.”

Seokjin’s shoulders shake beneath your hands and you look back to him to see him struggling to hold back laughter. You bite your lip, his laughter making you want to laugh. You poke him. “Shh, Lisa will kill you.” You whisper, little snickers escaping as you.

He looks up at you, eyes sparkling with joy. You can’t resist the urge to lean down and peck him on the lips. He grins before he adjusts his grip on you and moves you both carefully to your room.

“We’ll text you when we’re decent and it’s safe to come back Lis!” You call as Seokjin giggles.

“Pass! Think I’m just going to move out! It’s not safe here anymore!” You hear her call back a second before you hear the front door slam. 

You and Seokjin both finally dissolve into laughter as he closes the bedroom door. He sits gently on the edge of your bed and gives you an apologetic smile when you squirm slightly in his lap.

“Sorry about knotting you. I… I couldn’t really stop it after you bit me.”

You run your hands through his hair affectionately. “It’s more than ok, babe.”

His eyes flutter closed, leaning into your touch as he hums. “Careful princess, or it’ll happen again.”

You grin, grip tightening slightly. “I certainly hope it happens a whole lot more, boyfriend.” You tease. 

~8 Months Later~

You shrug the black robe on over your dress, adjusting it so it lays properly. The dress is new and you’re excited for Seokjin to see it, you refused to let him come with you to get, instead choosing to make the shopping trip a girls day with Lisa and the others. You stare at yourself in the mirror for a moment before there’s a knock and then Lisa’s opening the door, her own robe on. She grins as she lifts her cap. 

“You ready?”

You grin back, excited that the year is over and even more excited for what’s to come. You grab your own cap off the dresser and follow her out to put your shoes on. 

“Is Seokjin meeting us beforehand?” She questions, straightening up.

“No, he said that he’d meet us after the ceremony. He knows how hectic it is beforehand and said that we could have the time to just ourselves.”

She nods and you leave, joining your fellow students headed to graduation. 

“Y/n!” You turn just as Jimin’s arms wrap around your middle and he lifts and twirls you with glee. “We did it! We’re college grads!” He crows with delight. 

You giggle and slap at his shoulder. “I’m aware! Put me down! I’m unsteady enough in these shoes!”

His spinning slows to a stop but you remain held aloft. You squirm, glancing down to see the faux pout on his face, ruined by the smile he clearly can’t keep away. You raise an eyebrow after catching movement behind him. 

“I’d put me down if I were you.” You smirk.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” He taunts.

You tap your chin thoughtfully for a moment before shrugging. “I won’t do anything.” A flash of confusion colors his expression but before he can pose any sort of question, you continue. “But Taehyung certainly can.”

As soon as the name leaves your lips, Jimin’s expression falls, eyes widening in panic. He doesn’t get so much as a word out before fingers dig into his sides and he lets out a startled yelp, finally dropping you. And you’re positive you’d have fallen on your ass if Lisa hadn’t also been with Taehyung and is there to steady you when you were finally freed. You shoot her a grateful smile as you watch Taehyung’s merciless tickling of Jimin, the two rolling on the ground.

“Well at least they don’t need the robes anymore.” Jennie snarks, also joining the two of you in watching. 

The rest of your friends slowly join in watching the two wrestle, finally being able to part from family so that you all could be together on such a momentous day. A few moments later, you feel a tug in your chest and you whip your head around, scanning the crowd a second before Seokjin appears with a grin and call of your name. You see Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok trailing along with him. You abandon the conversation with your friends in favor of meeting him halfway,  flinging your arms around his neck as you beam.

He gives you a quick peck. “I’m so proud of you.” He murmurs, one arm snaking around your waist. 

When the other doesn’t join it, you frown and pull away slightly, following his arm to where it remains tucked behind his back. You pout. “This seems like an inadequate proud greeting.”

He chuckles, pulling his arm out from behind him and presenting the flowers he was hiding to you in a flourish. “That’s because I had a surprise.”

Taking them, you hold them close to smell, marveling at their beauty before giving Seokjin a kiss of your own. “Thank you.”

“You two are gross. Can you not in public?” Yoongi grouses from beside you, but you know it holds no heat.

“That doesn’t sound like a good way to be introduced to my friends, mister.” You snark back, sharing a conspiratory look with Seokjin.

“I can’t believe it’s taken so long for you to introduce all of us.” Hoseok chimes in as you begin to make your way back to rejoin your friends.

“We were busy, had to finish college and you guys have a business. And schedules just never really worked out. Plus Hoseok, you actually already know Jimin.”

Hoseok perks up at that. “The dance student Jimin, right? He’s your friend? Wow, small world.”

“Hey guys!” You announce, waiting to have your friends attention. “These are Seokjin’s friends, Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi. Guys these are all my friends.”

Everyone starts talking over each other then to introduce themselves and share stories and you grin, nudging Seokjin. When he looks at you, you nod your head towards where Yoongi stands frozen. Frozen, and staring at Jimin. 

Jimin appears to be completely oblivious to the alpha currently staring him down, instead, he’s busy regaling the others of a story from one of Hoseok’s dance classes. Seokjin goes to say something but you hold up a hand to halt him. He gives you a questioning look but you wave him off. You move around the group till you reach Jimin, now finished with his story and you lean in to whisper in his ear, pointedly looking towards Yoongi when Jimin gives you a wide eyed look. He sheepishly follows your glance, quickly looking away when his eyes meet Yoongi’s intense stare, cheeks quickly heating. 

You give him a kiss on the cheek and a wink as you move back to Seokjin, who wraps an arm around you.

“You didn’t talk for long, are you sure that’ll be enough?” He questions. 

You observe Jimin for a moment, who’s talking to Taehyung but you see his eyes darting to Yoongi every so often. You grin. “I did just enough. Give it a second.” You give Seokjin a wry look. “Are you doubting me?”

He kisses your forehead. “Doubt you, love? Never.”

A moment later, your prediction proves right as you see Jimin say something to Tae before he’s shyly making his way over to Yoongi. You want to laugh because you’ve never seen Jimin be genuinely shy around an alpha a day in your life. Maybe you should get a picture so you can tease him later, payback for all the teasing you got over Seokjin.

You turn to Seokjin. “See? Told you.”

He hums, other arm coming up to join the first. “I do. I should never doubt you.”

You smile fondly as the two start talking, it’s stilted and awkward but you know they’ll get going on their own soon enough. You and Seokjin had taken a little while to realize that the omega that Yoongi was hung up on was Jimin. It wasn’t until Hoseok had guest taught again and Yoongi went with, with the excuse that he wanted Hoseok to use one of his songs for the dance and he wanted to see what the dancers came up with, and Yoongi mentioned the omega who ignored him again was there. He was vague on details, but Hoseok had gushed happily about one of the students in the class and how amazing they were. You’d asked their name and he’d told you Jimin.

When you’d asked Jimin about the class, he’d revealed that besides him, the only other omegas in that class were women. When you’d told Seokjin that Yoongi was pining over your friend, you got genuinely worried that he hurt himself with hard he was laughing. You asked about setting them up or setting up a group meeting to let them meet in a place where Jimin isn’t in dance mode, but Seokjin said no. When you pressed he said that letting Yoongi pine a little would let you both see if he was serious or if he was just infatuated because Jimin ignored him once.

You think they’re also mates and that the only reason they haven’t realized yet is that they’ve only met in the dance studios, a place that’s overwhelming in the mix of scents that it’s nigh impossible to pick out individual ones. So you’d agreed to wait until graduation to introduce them, which meant that all of your friends had to wait to meet the others otherwise it would have never been fair to Jimin. You’re a little glad you did because the way Jimin is glowing while talking to Yoongi tells you that they’re gonna be fine.

You look up at Seokjin. “Now, as much as I love my friends. I’d much rather we go celebrate alone before they invade your apartment to party.” You grin.

“That doesn’t seem like a very nice thing to do.” 

You quirk an eyebrow. “Oh?” You fiddle with the zipper on your robe. “So you don’t wanna see the dress I bought alone first?” You tsk in mock disappointment. “And here I thought you’d want to. You were so sad that I wouldn’t show you.”

He swallows, gaze dipping to stare at your fingers and what you might be hiding beneath the robe. “I…”

You tug it down just enough for him to get a good eyeful of your cleavage. “It’s blue you know.” You smile sweetly. “I figured since it’s your favorite color…” You give a small shrug as you trail off, starting to turn back to your friends. 

You feel Seokjin’s growl against your chest and grin in victory seconds before he’s hauling you away from your friends. 

#ksmutclub #kwritersworldnet #btsguild #bangtanarmynet #hyunglinenetwork #thekimlinenet #bts x reader #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #bts smut #seokjin smut #jin smut #bts fanfic #seokjin fanfic #jin fanfic #bts au #abo dynamics #uhhhhh #sorry for the length?

[yeocult]

ATEEZ as students studying

HONGJOONG:

king of self-care! but studies for 15 minutes then take a 2 hour break and calls it self-care (omg he thinks he’s me or smth)

has power naps every single day at least 30 mins because he’s Stressed

always thinking of ways to drop out during the middle of lectures

that one kid that talks to nobody & sits at the back of the class with his hood on to hide his airpods

doesn’t do it anymore bc one time it disconnected and “there’s some whores in this house” blasted out loud & now he’s paranoid

shows up to group studies but lets the group carry him,,, but he puts out One Really good idea to get his name on the paper

only cares about topics he’s interested in, other than that he’s just astral projecting

“yo can you send me your answers so i can compare mine?” but he copies it and says “we got the same answers” (all men do is lie</3)

calculates his marks; “ok so i need at least a 80 on this...oh wait no, a 95...damn okay...”

the type to arrives late with ice coffee

SEONGHWA:

wakes up at 5 am to study instead of staying up

scented candles and lofi music for the ~studying mood~

a linguistic learner

learns best by teaching others so he’ll do group studies often to help other people

teaches people without making them feel dumb

uses grammarly for his emails with 3 paragraphs asking 1 question with a proper greeting and a ‘sincerely, park seonghwa’

professor: ok - sent from iphone

you’ll never see him during exams week, he’s Gone

a loyal user of the outline method

his desk must be cleared at all times! a clean workspace makes it easier to focus

brings extra pencil just in case anyone needs them bc he’s the sweetest person ever (he’s fully aware that he’ll never get them back but it’s okay bc sharing is caring)

does his readings on time (you’ll never catch him slacking)

actually has his shit together for the most part 1/2

YUNHO:

writes “i love you” or “sorry” at the end of his tests (that he bombed)

the type to ask you to print “just one thing real quick” and it’s 15 page and at 2 am

uses emojis like :D & \(^o^)/ when sending emails to his professors

has a bad habit of copying word for word on the slide and he doesn’t actually understand/learn anything

goes to the library bc he thinks that’ll help him be in the ~studying vibe~

it doesn’t. ends up texting or watching youtube gameplay

has never heard of the colour-coding system in his entire life and ends up with a page filled with neon highlight

snacks breaks are the only thing keeping him Normal

leaves himself an encouraging note at the end of the reading page so when he’s finished he feels good !!

friends with all of the professors and uses all office hours

strongest points are his guessing skills in multiple-choice questions (process of elimination ftw!)

he tries his best, doesn’t care about marks that much because he knows it doesn’t determine him (and he’s right!)

YEOSANG:

probably runs a studyblr/gram

has the cutest note ever, his handwriting is so pretty!!

he thinks that buying an ipad pro & apple pencil will make him smarter

likes it bc he can doodle on it then erase them easily :”)

has to wear blue ray glasses because of how he looks at a screen so much

mildliners, muji 0.38 gel pen, 6 ring binder, minimal planner, washi tapes, you name it! he visits muji and daiso every other week

buys wayyy too many planners and notebooks which he never ends up using

only uses pastel mildliners because they’re easy on the eyes. cringes every time he sees yunho’s highlighters v_v

his flaw is that he spends 10 mins writing his header with brush tip pens

mutes the group project gc but gets his part done like the good classmate he is

sweats every time he gets an assignment back, takes a whole ten minute to mentally prepare himself

a visual learner; makes mind maps, flow charts, etc

actually has a working printer that he uses pretty often to prints lessons before class just to be Extra prepare

tells everyone he slept well but his bullet journal habit tracker for sleep says otherwise (plz rest!!)

exclusively uses college ruled paper like the sane person he is

SAN:

uses wide-ruled paper (unfortunately not everyone is perfect</3)

starts off very positive, motivated, and organized

then everything goes downhill by the second week

will definitely set byeol on top of his keyboard, take a picture, and send it to his professor as an ‘excuse’ as why he needs an extension (it works)

can’t sit still for any longer than 30 mins, his legs are always bouncing or fidgeting with pen

flashcard king! spends a lot of time on them but it’s worth it

a utensil chewer (always willing to share his pencil but when ppl saw the bite marks they’re like No Thanks >_>)

can’t study well with groups or himself bc he’ll be distracted,,, so he needs one person that can ground him bc when they’re in the zone, he will too be on his x game mode

sends his assignment at 11:58 pm hoping his professor will take the Hint (plz don’t be afraid to ask for help u_u)

prefers listening to ghibli studio soundtracks but then he either gets emotional or sleepy

sometimes forget to mute his mic and we just hear him groaning in frustration

“haha sorry i just stubbed my toe...”

then mutes his mic and goes back to his mental breakdown

MINGI:

the only person that studies every single day just to get his brain used to the information and running

probably listens to anime op or edm music for that Energy Boost

everyone either hates or love him because...

1. loves him bc he always comes clutched with study guides (and willing to share if he likes you enough)

2. he’s good at everything even if he’s not paying attention/doing it last minute

just naturally good at retaining information and applying them

asks Big Brain question that even the professors are shook

sometimes he gets super into the topic and wants to know Everything

“i’ve never failed an exam in my life” and he’s right! big brain mingi

fetal flaw is that he forgets easily (hence why the last minute) and has to write on his palm as a reminder

clicks his pens All the time so he switched to pens with caps just to keep others from jumping him

takes naps 10 mins before classes

actually has his shit together for the post part 2/2

“if no one got me, i know khan academy and quizlet got me. can i get an amen”

WOOYOUNG:

y’all know that one mf that doesn’t have a pencil?

yea he’s been using the same one someone lend to him before a test and never returned it

it’s been two months and it’s still working well and they’re never going to get it back

a minimalist,,,, but in a bad way</3 bc he carries his stolen pencil and paper that he spilled his energy drink over and that’s about it

just throw loose papers in his bag and forgets about their existence

doesn’t do binders or notebooks, just crumbled up paper

sometimes carries a textbook just to show everyone that he’s got his life together

really noisy for No reason, always wants to know other’s marks

a kinesthetic learner

hides his screen with he gets the kahoot questions wrong (you’ll never catch him slippin)

plays coolmathgames.com during class

doesn’t really know what to study/prioritize so he overwhelms himself with every single topic ever

thinks he’s god by pulling an all-nighter to look at the 60+ slides last minute

Swears he’ll change and do better next semester,,,</3

goes to the cafe, takes pictures of his notes & laptop, post it on his story, then leaves

JONGHO:

thrives off of red bull and ice americanos

gets notes and study guides from his upperclassmen because everyone loves jongho

an audio learner so he’ll probably work out or go on a jog while listening to lessons/audiobook

never pulls all-nighters bc it messes up his sleep schedule and says he’ll do it in the morning but he never does

doesn’t even own a highlighter, he’ll circle or underline stuff with a red or black pen

has never touched a textbook in his life

only the study guides and slides, his textbook is collecting dust rn

his notes are literally Only for him because his handwriting only makes sense to him

has questionable handwriting,,, it’s like decoding

multitasks a lot but it ends up taking a lot longer than he wanted to (bc it’s a myth)

very spontaneous; he’ll grind for 5 hours straight but sometimes he won’t even touch a pencil

works best when he talks about the work in groups and share information with each other, like having a convo about the topic

unmutes his mic Once after the lesson to say “bye”

does his work right after the lessons but then takes a short break & doesn’t even Look back for the rest of the night

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a/n: tag yourself ! i’m a bit of hohong (i projected myself on all of them in some way lmaooo)

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #ateez writings #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #tried to put both online and in class stuff so yea :>

[the-great-imagines-of-1812]

Mystery of Love~ A Jo March x fem!Reader imagine

This is for @my-morning-straightjacket , to hold her over until i publish the next part to ‘To Love Another’ :)

Song Used: Mystery of Love, by Sufjan Stevens (lyrics in italics)

Summary: Jo and Reader’s relationship, from beginning to end.

A/N: fluff, ANGST, then fluff again. happy ending. also, i highly recommend you listen to the song while reading for more effect. :)

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Oh, to see without my eyes The first time that you kissed me

 First Meeting: December 25, 1861.

You remember the day you met Josephine March so very well. Being a childhood friend of Laurie’s who moved to France to further your education in art, you visited your best friend as often as you could, often several times a year. He and his grandfather always welcomed you with open arms; his tutor less, as you often had a habit from distracting him from his studies to go to the music hall or some party.

Ever sine you had moved across the sea, away from your family, Laurie always kept up his letters. He had practically begged you to come visit for Christmas, staying a couple of weeks through the new year. 

You, of course, said yes. You were long overdue to visit the Laurence household, and your own family. It wasn’t your fault; this semester at the University had been a tough one, and you were glad to have a two month’s break. 

You arrived in Concord, Massachusetts, on the mid morning hours of Christmas Eve. Laurie had practically run to you, sweeping you into his arms and grabbing your luggage off the port. Both of you spent the entire day chattering, catching up on one another’s lives.

Boundless by the time I cried I built your walls around me

After you spent hours by the fire place talking about your semester at the University, it was Laurie’s turn to speak. He told you all about the March family next door, and the loveliest of the sisters, Jo March. By the way he spoke of her, he was practically in love. You could see it in his eyes. 

You will always be able to tell by someone’s eyes. 

The next morning, you talked away with Laurie’s grandfather, telling him all about Paris. 

It all happened to fast. One minute you were eating, and the next you were carrying your breakfast to the March Family’s house, since they had given up theirs to the poor Mrs. Hummel and her children. The family greeted you all as soon as you entered.

You stood in the corner, awkwardly, since you didn’t now anyone, with the exception of Laurie and his grandfather. That was until a blonde, bright-blue-eyed girl approached you, to introduce herself.

She held out her hand to you, and she was oh so welcoming and her voice sounded like home. You wanted to hear it for the rest of your life. 

“I’m Y/N Andrews, it’s nice to meet you. You must be Jo. Laurie’s told me all about you.” 

White noise, what an awful sound Fumbling by Rogue River

She grasped your hand firmly. “Oh, it so nice to meet you. I hope Laurie has said all good things. Is your family by any chance the publishing Andrews of New York?” she questioned.

You nodded. “It’s my Uncle’s business.”

She kept her gaze on you. She thought you were beautiful. “Interesting. How come I’ve never seen you before?” 

“I live and study in France, furthering my education in the art field. But Laurie’s a childhood friend of mine.”

“How intriguing! A woman with a career?”

You blushed and nodded. “Indeed. I quite enjoy it.”

The conversation between you two flowed so easily, and soon enough she introduced you to the rest of her family. You and Amy got along great, with you telling her all about your art career. You and Meg talked about your favorite dresses. And Beth was the most quiet, but shyly showed you a song on her piano. 

Feel my feet above the ground Hand of God, deliver me

You had to go back to France a few weeks into January, in order o go back for the new semester. But before you had left, you and Jo had exchanged addresses, and had sent so many letters back and forth. She would send you original poems and stories, all about - you. It was strange and new, and beautiful. She always made you blush. You couldn’t wait to see her again. 

That May, you had finished your time at the university and planned to move back to Concord to stay with your family, until you got your own job and were able to move out. 

Therefore, you and Jo were able to spend much more time together. Oh, you remember the day she kissed you in so much detail. She took you to a field of lavender, and confessed to you as you both were sitting down, enjoying the sunshine. 

She covered your hands with her own and you brought your face close to hers. You heart was beating so fast. She traced a gentle hand along your face. 

“Jo I-”

“Shh. Relax, my love. Let me try this, why don’t you?”

You nodded, and she slowly leaned in, capturing your lips with her own. It was sweet. Having someone care for you in such a pleasant way; your soul almost left your body. 

Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me The first time that you touched me Oh, will wonders ever cease? Blessed be the mystery of love 

You had never been happier in the time you shared with Jo. The sun seemed to shine just for you, and the stars at night, too. You grew closer to her sisters, too. You and Meg gossiped often. You would teach Amy an art class, free of charge. Beth was like the little sister you never had; she would often lay on you as you read her a story. Sometimes Shakespeare, sometimes Charlotte Bronte. 

Oh, but the time spent with Jo. You two would sit in the couch in the attic when no one was home, with your head upon her chest, and every once in a while, she kissed your forehead lovingly. After the story was done, she would bring you into a deep kiss, and the sunshine shined on both of you. 

You wished for moments like these forever. 

Lord, I no longer believe Drowned in living waters Cursed by the love that I received From my brother's daughter 

Among the both of you, there was talk about the future, a future where you two could live openly, free of judgement. 

“I’d marry you, you know.” said Jo one day as she kissed the shell of your ear. Both of you were cuddled up in front of the fire place at your house. 

“But, Jo-”

She kissed your nose. “Ah ah ah. No buts. We’ll be together under the eyes of the lord, he’ll bring us into his grace for eternity. We’ll live in happiness.”

“Sounds perfect to me, love.”

Like Hephaestion, who died Alexander's lover Now my riverbed has dried Shall I find no other?

But you were both so naive. Thinking that the world was made for you. That the sun would shine for the pair of you. 

“Mother, you can’t possibly do this to me. Father, tell her!”

“No, Franklin. Don’t speak. You will marry Alexander Cores by next week. No more discussions.”

You sobbed. “I wanted to have a career!”

“You will. As a housewife. Back in Spain.”

“Helene, you can’t possibly expect her to-”

“She’ll learn to be a proper lady, Frank. No more discussions. You’ll be married next week and straight off to Spain the day after.”

You ran straight out the door, no coat or anything. You had to go see Jo. You burst into the March home, with no regard for anything. She was talking with her sisters and fell into her lap, crying.

“Y/N! What’s wrong?” Amy said, putting a hand on your back. 

“They’re-They’re-” you said, your cries cutting you off.

“It’s alright, take your time.” Said Meg. You could feel Beth wrap her arms around your waist. No words needed to be said from her. 

Once you had gathered yourself up. You were able to explain. “They- my parents are forcing me to marry.” you felt tears come up in your eyes again. “And he’s taking me off to Spain!”

Jo felt her heart clench and drop in her stomach. She couldn’t lose you, not like this. She leaned down to kiss the side of your head. “Isn't there anything you can do? There must be something!”

“No there isn’t. The wedding is scheduled for next week!”

Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me I'm running like a plover Now I'm prone to misery The birthmark on your shoulder reminds me How much sorrow can I take? Blackbird on my shoulder And what difference does it make When this love is over?

It was the night before the wedding. The fireplace in your room crackled and popped as you stared at the room. There were no thoughts in your head. You had given up.

You heard a knocking on the window. You got up and opened it. Jo. 

And just like that, you had burst into tears. Her face dropped at this, seeing your unhappiness. “Oh my love. Oh my sweet. It’s going to be alright.”

You trembled in her arms. “No it’s not! I’ll be away from you and never see you again! And I’ll be in pain, and it will be horrible!”

“One last night.”

“Jo, what?”

She fully crawled through the window, now in front of you. “Let me spend one last night with you. We’ll make this our forever. I’ll be gone by morning.”

You had  never nodded quicker. You brought Jo into your bed, letting her wrap her arms around you. “Oh, love of my life. Rest.”

She kissed the tears running down your face, and you soon fell unconscious. 

This would be your forever, after all. 

Shall I sleep within your bed? River of unhappiness

You had been in Spain for almost seven years now. You missed Jo more than you could fathom. Sure, there were letters exchanged back back and forth nearly every day, but it was nothing like kissing her or laying your head on her chest and having her read to you while basking in the sunshine and enjoying the privacy of the attic. 

In other words, you were miserable.

And as for Alexander- you really tried with him. You tried to love him, but you couldn’t. She was always on your mind. 

As for Jo, she could possibly be worse. She fell into a depression, and she couldn’t explain to anyone why, with fear of judgement. Believe it or not, she rote some of her best work during this time. 

All artists have to go through something tragic to create their life’s work.

Hold your hands upon my head Till I breathe my last breath

It was then that you prayed for a miracle. It was as if the Good Lord has heard your cry and decided it was time to align the stars for you two.

Alexander was caught in an embezzlement fraud from work, and was charged and put into prison for 6 years. His lawyers advised that you divorce him.

And so you did. Packed your bags, and booked boat tickets for Concord. 

It was then that you received the letter from Marmee. She detailed of Beth’s sickness, an advised you to come, in case anything should happen. You were more than happy to permanently stay in Massachusetts. 

You arrived early on a cold January afternoon in 1869. On the same port that Laurie picked you up on so many years ago. It now seemed dull.

But you were here to stay, no matter how glum it may be. 

You quickly made your way to the March house, without a single thought. You set your bags down as you came in, Meg’s twins coming to greet you. “Auntie!”

“Hello, my lovelies! Where’s your mother?”

“Hello, Y/N” Meg said, with a said with a sad smile, peeking out from behind the wall. You set the twins down and went over to her. 

“She’s passed, Y/N. Beth. She’s gone.” You could see the tears running down her face, the ones she was trying to hide. 

You brought her into a hug. “It’s going to be alright, Meg. I’ve got you.”

She cried into your shoulder before puling away. “Jo’s upstairs, you know. Just be careful. She’s fragile.”

You blushed. “How’d you know?”

She gave you a wink as she wiped away the last of her tears. “I always know. You can tell by the way you looked at one another.”

With that, you gathered your skirts and made your way up the stairs. Nearly tripping over the many skirts. Jo always said you wore too much. When you reached the top floor, there she was. 

Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me The last time that you touched me

She was hunched over Beth’s bed, crying silently. She didn’t notice you come into the room. You nearly broke down at the sight of her. 

“J-Jo?”

Her head quickly shot up, eyes fixed on you. Your dress looked expensive; Alexander must have been well off. But you were the same beautiful girl she met way back. 

She stumbled as she walked over to you. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She collapsed at your feet, grabbing at your skirts as you got to her level.

“Please don’t leave again! I’ve been in such terrible pain! Please!”

You stroked her hair, her head now being in your lap. 

“I’m here to stay, love. I’m not leaving.”

You were here for good. 

Oh, will wonders ever cease?

A year later, you and Jo were on a carriage ride to church on a warm, spring Sunday morning.

A secret marriage. You guys’ little secret. 

You took a black wedding band out of dress pocket, putting it on her finger. “With this ring, I take thee, Josephine March, as my loving wife. I promise to love and cherish you for all eternity. In sickness and in health, as long as be both shall live.”

You whispered, so the driver couldn’t hear you. “With this ring, I take thee, Y/N Andrews, as my loving wife. I promise to love and cherish you, for all eternity; in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live.”

She pulled you into a deep kiss, her hands on your neck and yours on her waist. As you pulled up to the church she helped you out the carriage, and you two gave each other a look as you went inside the building.

That day, you took communion together, and considered each other married in secret. 

Death was the only thing that parted you, as you passed away from tuberculosis in 1900. She always held your hand, even when you passed.

She passed away two years later, in 1902. Her last wish was to be buried with a photograph of you. 

You two met again in heaven and you were both young again, with the rest of the March family. Laurie and his grandfather, too. 

On the 26th of June, 2015, gay marriage was legalized in all 50 states under the Obama administration. In all states, people of all sexualities would be able to marry their partner, without discrimination. 

You and Jo rejoiced from above, along with everyone else. All that you wished was that it happened sooner. 

But you celebrated with joy along with everyone down in the land of the living. 

Blessed be the mystery of love. 

~~~~~~

A/N: I LOVED this. feedback is appreciated! :)

- Talya

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“Off the Playground” -- Sonny Carisi

Notes: Part 2 for this as promised, though I think it works as a standalone as well. 

Summary: Sonny comes over to help you unpack. He notices something he gave you when you were younger that he didn’t think you’d have kept.

-- 

“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me,” Sonny sighs as he takes in the state of your apartment.

“Hey, I told you you didn’t have to help if you didn’t want to.”

“Yeah, sure. You know I don’t have a choice with those puppy dog eyes.”

You give Sonny a wink as you shut the front door behind you. You’re making your way further into the kitchen and living room area when you hear him exaggeratedly clear his throat.

“Forgettin’ somethin’?” he asks, facing you but pointing his thumb back at the chain lock left dangling on your door. 

Begrudgingly, you head back to the entryway. “You know I actually did live in this borough for eighteen whole years, right?” Sonny hasn’t moved from his spot by the door so you’re forced to push him a bit to get full access to the lock.

“You’re not actin’ like it.”

“Well,” you slide the bolt into place, “excuse me for being distracted by the big, strong man that I thought would protect me if a burglar got in.”

“I would,” Sonny leans into you, “but I’d prefer not to on my day off.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re grinning as you once again make your way into the living room. As Sonny follows you he notices an odd organization to your collection of moving boxes. A majority of them are scattered around the space and tucked in corners. One large one is acting as a sort of coffee table in front of your loveseat. What caught his interest, though, is the pile set semi-neatly against the wall to his left.

As if picking up on what he’d just noticed you point to the pile of boxes and say, “You can start over there. I tried to get all the boxes with my bookshelf together, but it’s in about five thousand pieces so some parts might be missing. There’s a toolbox by the window.”

“I’m gonna need tools?”

You grab the toolbox and set it at his feet. As you straighten back up you get close enough to kiss him, but instead you whisper, “The Allen wrench’ll be near the bottom.” Then you leave his space to sit in front of your own pile. 

After half an hour of sifting through boxes you’d un-helpfully labeled just ‘junk’ you stand to stretch out your legs. The sound of fabric being wiped across something then hitting the ground catches your attention. You dare a glance over your shoulder and see that Sonny has removed the unbuttoned flannel he’d arrived in. Just the sight of him in a white t-shirt and jeans has your stomach twisting. The bookshelf is nearly finished with just one box still unopened.

“You, um.” So, all it takes is a sweaty Sonny in a tight shirt for you to drop the flirtatious act? “You hot?”

He gives you a look, one eyebrow raised at your sudden lack of words. Your eyes involuntarily flicker to his chest a couple times. He notices, of course. With a little lop-sided grin he just replies, “I hot.”

There’s something caught in your throat so you just nod your head and shuffle over to the window. It’s already open, but you pound on the side jambs and make enough space to heft the nearest box fan into the opening.

“Wait is this…” Sonny trails off and you turn around to see what’s up.

The second you recognize what’s in his hand you rush over and try to snatch it. But Sonny pulls his arms up and away, just out of your reach.

“Sonny I swear to God-”

“Ay! Don’t make me tell your ma that you took the Lord’s name in vain.” Sonny tries to sound serious, but his massive grin exposes the fun he’s having.

Jerk.

You step back and slump your shoulders. “Go ahead and ask.”

“Is this the troll doll that I won for you?”

You can’t help the deep sigh of embarrassment that escapes you. “Yes.”

-

On a similarly hot day in the late nineties your family and the Carisis had driven forty-five minutes out of town to go to a fair. It started out as one of the worst days of your life. The sun was unrelenting, you kept getting static shocks from the rides, and everyone kept asking Sonny about college. It was the summer before he left. He was abandoning you and everyone was so happy and the air smelled like cotton candy and sweat. It was torture.

You spent half the day wandering by yourself as far from Sonny as you could get. Every once in a while you would stop to waste some money on something. You were stuck at a duck hunt-esque game when you realized someone was watching your shots.

“You’ve gotta aim a bit ahead of the target or you’re not gonna get it in time.”

Sonny’s words bang around in your head as you miss your last shot. “You messed me up.”

You turn to face Sonny, squinting in the sun. He’s all long legs and bright blond hair. 

“Oh sorry. Didn’t realize my good advice would ruin your incredible score of two.” 

“If you think you’re such a good shot, prove it,” you challenged.

He does. For a lanky kid Sonny had great aim. He beat your score in a couple seconds and did well enough, much to your chagrin, to earn a prize. As you kept your gaze directed at the bumper cars you noticed Sonny holding something out for you. 

“I don’t want your pity prize, Sonny.”

“It reminded me of you.”

You hadn’t actually looked to see what he was offering until that moment. His sweet tone had you imagining a teddy bear or some other stuffed object, but when you saw what it actually was you had to stop yourself from punching him. 

“Seriously? A troll doll? Nice, Sonny. Thanks,” you snapped. But before you had stomped off you had aggressively snatched the toy from his hands. You were pissed, but it was like a going away present from Sonny and you had cherished it dearly after he left.

-

“You know I’m terrible with throwing things out.”

He nods but gets quiet. The troll doll is still in his right hand and it's making you nervous. 

“You know that whole summer I kept tryin’ to work up the nerve to tell you how I felt. This day, when I gave you this,” he shakes the doll a little, “I was holdin’ my breath the whole afternoon. You wore this little olive green sundress that made you look warm and bright. Made me lose my damn mind watchin’ you walkin’ around in it. But you were also wearin’ black sneakers with sharpie all over ‘em and your knees were scuffed up. Like you’d just skipped off the playground or somethin’. You looked so young I felt wrong for just thinkin’ of you that way.”

The revelation is bittersweet. You love knowing that he had also liked you long ago, but it tears you up to think of how complicated you had made things for him.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Sonny sets the troll doll down on a completed level of your bookshelf. “For bein’ born a couple years too late?”

You shake your head and step forward to lessen the distance between you and him. Your eyes stay focused on his hands and arms, unable to make eye contact. Without thinking you reach out and rest your fingertips on one of his elbows. “But it’s not too late for us now, right? This isn’t too weird after knowing each other so long?”

Sonny very lightly grabs your chin and directs your gaze back up to his face. “I think we’ve finally got it right.”

The sunlight sets half of him aglow and you feel like your heart has stopped beating. He reaches across his body to grab your hand still idling by his elbow and gently places your palm on his chest. Oh, there it is, you think. That pounding heartbeat beneath your touch gets your own drumming again. 

You lift up onto your tiptoes and brush a kiss on Sonny’s lips. He smiles against you at first, but then presses your hand more securely against his chest and kisses you fully. Everything gets heated quickly: the sun on your shoulders, the feeling of only cotton separating your hand from his skin, the way his mouth opens to deepen the kiss. By the time you’ve stopped a new, thin layer of sweat sits on your bodies. 

Sonny breaks the silence first. “Maybe I can finish helpin’ you unpack another day?”

You bite your bottom lip and nod, pulling him back towards the couch a few feet away. As you step backwards Sonny stumbles over something. His brow creases and he reaches down to pick up whatever tripped him.

“Yoga to Relax the Mind and Body? Why on Earth is this unpacked, but not your toaster?”

You grin and snatch the DVD from his hands, tossing it back to the floor. “Don’t ask.” 

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You guys I apologize if this was more of a mess than usual. I have an unholy amount of papers to write for finals and I am overwhelmed. I’m hoping to get my groove back in a couple weeks when the semester is over.

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Merry Smutmas ~ Chiharu

Fandom: After School Affairs (Love 365)

Pairing: Chiharu x Reader

“Where are we going Chiharu?” You were wary, Chiharu hasn’t told you anything about where you were heading, he just told you to pack warm clothes and to “get your cute butt in the car.”

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you ______, you’ll find out when we get there.”

You cross your arms, sighing, rolling your eyes as you slump down in the seat. Chiharu chuckles at your frustration, taking the next right. You drive for just over an hour before you see the lights from the small ski town ahead.

As the car moves through the town and away from the bustle of the lodge, you start to notice the changing scenery. It was pretty outside in the bright sunlight, the way the snow stuck to the pine trees, the way it sat untouched, a shimmering, fluffy blanket on the ground.

“Hey Chiharu?”

“Hmm?” He is looking out the windshield.

You reach across the seat, poking him lightly in the ribs before you start half singing, “Do you wanna build a snowman.”

He laughs, shaking his head, “Don’t even start. You and that movie.”

“C’mon, it’s cute!” You smile, beaming.

Chiharu catches your face out of the corner of his eye, and he can’t stop the smile that spreads across his, your good mood contagious, “Fine, it’s alright I guess.” He reaches across the seat, placing his hand on your thigh, squeezing gently.

You had been really surprised when Chiharu had said you both were going away for a bit. Given that it was the nearing the end of the semester, Chiharu would normally have been trying to study, he was in his 2nd year of med school. On top of that, Chiharu not telling you had made you impatient, but also excited. He was up to something, hiding whatever he was up to from you. You have been with him too long to not be able to tell.

It’s late afternoon when he turns the car onto what looks like a driveway, surrounded by nothing but snowy trees, you couldn’t see any other cabins nearby.

“Here we are, _____.”

You can’t help the small gasp that escapes your lips. At the end of the drive is a small cabin nestled right where the woods end and a long valley and meadow begin. It looks like something out of a magazine, the dark logs of the cabin giving it a cozy feel against the frost that sticks to the branches of trees and the tall plants that still stick above the snow, “What did you do Chiharu?”

He chuckles, opening the door, “Taking you away for the weekend.”

“But it’s Christmas.” You say, but he is already halfway around the car, then opening your door, and you’re not sure he heard you.

“Exactly,” He leans on the door, smiling, waiting for you to get out.

“Okay,” You say tentatively, still a little shocked at Chiharu. He shakes his head, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the car, obviously too excited to wait for you to process all of this. He closes the door, holding your hand and leading you up the last bit of drive to the cabin.

“But the bags Chiharu.” You half turn.

Chiharu doesn’t stop, just gives your hand a gentle tug, keeping you walking with him, “I’ll grab them later.”

You want to protest, but just sigh, staying near his side as the cold air sneaks through your sweater. Chiharu feels your small shiver, adjusting his hand he puts his arm over your shoulder, pulling you under it without ever letting go of you until you get to the door to the cabin.

“Close your eyes.”

“Chiharu, I-…”

“Humor me.” He dips down and presses his lips quickly against yours, and you lose all train of thought, eyelids fluttering a few times before you press them shut, squeezing them together.

You hear him fumble around in his jacket, then a key sliding into a lock. As he takes his time, it is harder and harder not to peek.

The door swings open, Chiharu’s strong hands guide you inside, “Keep them closed.”

“Okay.” You smile, trying to listen as he drops and moves stuff around, but you have no idea what he is doing. You jump when his fingers wrap around your arm, pulling you forward a few more steps, bringing you in front of him so his chest is pressed to your back and his arms wrap around you.

“Alright you can look.” He says almost in a whisper, pushing your hair to the side, kissing your exposed neck.

You can’t say anything as you eyes adjust to the lighting. The place is spotless, warm and cozy, and even though you notice that, it’s not the first thing you see. In the corner across from you sits a ceiling high Christmas tree, fully decorated, white lights in the branches, ornaments on the ends right beside a huge fireplace.

“Chiharu?”

“Merry Christmas _____,” he whispers, letting you go as you walk forward, crossing the room and touching the end of a branch with your fingertip, the smell of pine, that distinct scent of evergreen filling the air.

You spin quickly, mouth still slack. Chiharu stands where you left him, hands shoved in his pockets, a small smile playing at his lips as he watches you.

“When did you do all this?”

“Well,” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, “The cabin belongs to Mr. Sera, and some of the guys and their girlfriends helped me…You always talk about how much you love Christmas, and I know school takes up a lot of time. I just want-…”

You close the distance between you fast, practically sprinting, taking Chiharu by surprise as you grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him down and yourself up until your lips crash with his. When he recovers, his arms snake around your waist, holding your body flush with his warm one until neither of you can breathe.

He laughs low, pulling away, brushing your hair back away from your face as he smiles at you, “So…you still want to build that snowman?”

*****

You hadn’t thought Chiharu was serious. But here you were, two hours later in this little meadow, placing the second ball of snow for the middle part of the snowman. Your mittens had started to soak through, but you didn’t even mind, you were having the time of your life, it had been a long time since you had seen Chiharu like this, carefree and innocent, relaxed. It had been an even longer time since you yourself had been too.

Smiling, you drop to your knees, starting to roll another clump of snow for the head.

“Move it sweetheart.” Chiharu hip checks you, bumping you away as he finishes rolling the snow.

“Hey!” You giggle, “I was almost done with that!”

“Let you keep moving like that and we’ll be out here all night.” He lifts it up, setting it on top, reaching down for snow to squish around it so it stays.

You reach beside you, crumpling up the snow, a terrible, awful, wonderful idea racing through your mind. And as Chiharu is talking, turning back to you, you launch the snowball at his broad chest. It explodes on impact, the white flakes spraying up into his face. The look of pure and utter shock priceless. You rock back on your heels, laughing, body racking until he glances up, a wicked smile playing at his lips.

You scramble, tossing more snow at him, trying to slow his pursuit as you slip and slide backwards. A snowball whizzes at you, hitting the ground right beside you, “No Chiharu! Stop!” You squeal, barely able to get it out through the fit of giggles before turning and sprinting.

You duck behind a tree in time, the snow exploding on the bark as you bend down to make more ammo. You go low, flinging one to where you think he is, and you hit your mark. But you realize too late when a snowball hits your shoulder.

Chiharu laughs at your shock, but not for long as you start flinging more his way, trying to find his own tree to hide behind. Both of you blindly slinging snow as the sun disappears behind the trees, until it suddenly gets quiet, and he stops returning fire.

“Chiharu?” You call but no answer, “Chiharu?” You walk out carefully.

He comes out of nowhere, yelling, almost giving you a heart attack as he pulls you to the ground, pinning you underneath him, “Gotcha!”

His hair is full of snow and he shakes his head, letting it fall onto your face. You laugh, barely able to breathe as you beg him to stop, trying to get away, “Chiharu Utsumi!”

“You started it.” He chuckles, leaning down, pressing his lips to the soft skin of your neck.

“O-okay! I g-give, alright?” You can barely speak through the fit of giggles.

Chiharu springs to his feet, hauling you up with him, “Let’s head back before you freeze to death.”

“Ok,” you stand on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek quickly, and you don’t miss the small smile that crosses his lips.

It’s not that far through the woods, you could see the lights left on in the cabin in the distance, but the cold and the darkness make the walk seem long. But you don’t mind because you’re hand in hand with Chiharu.

The moonlight pours through the trees, stars shining against a navy blanket. It was beautiful out, cool and crisp, the wind singing as it hits snowy branches.

As you were on the last stretch to the cabin your teeth start to chatter together. Trying to hide it, you clamp your mouth shut. Chiharu notices though, pulling you under his arm and against his side without a word, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. Then you feel him shiver against you.

Chuckling, you poke his ribs through his thick jacket, “I thought you would be used to being in the cold by now?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah….It’s pretty cold out here though.” He grumbles, pulling the door open and letting you in before him.

You immediately start stripping layers, heading towards the stone fireplace. You can barely feel your fingers anymore as you place a couple of logs on the grates, stuffing some newspaper in between them.

“Here, ____.” Chiharu grabs your shoulders, pulling you up, back against his chest, “I got it.”

You smile up at him, “Thanks.”

He winks, “No problem.” Chiharu dips down, pressing his lips to yours. What starts as an innocent gesture changes as soon as you nip at his bottom lip, quickly becomes passionate as he opens his mouth, and your tongues slide against one another.

Chiharu’s hand slides under the hem of your shirt, when his fingers touch your bare skin you jump, a yelp escaping your lips, “Jesus Chiharu, your hands are freezing!”

“Oh…These hands?” He shoves the other under your shirt as well, palms flat over your stomach as you double over, trying to get away.

“Y-yes! Those ones.” You spin in his grasp, “I thought you were going to build a fire?”

He smirks, “I think I figured out a better way to warm up.”

“Fire first Chiharu.” You copy what he did, shoving your freezing fingers under his shirt and he flinches away in surprise. You laugh, “See?”

“Alright, alright.” He kisses you quickly before letting you go. You watch him for a moment, kneeling and using a lighter to start the paper on fire. Turning, you see a stack of pillows and blankets that he must have grabbed sitting on the table. You spread them out on the floor, back a little ways so nothing catches, but close enough that you know you will be warm.

By the time Chiharu’s finishing up, you have totally stripped and are laying under the covers, head propped on your hand as you watch him, broad shoulders and muscles rolling under his shirt as he sits back on his heels, inspecting his work, “I think that should do i-….” He stops mid sentence when he turns and sees you, “Fuck me.”

You wink, “Sure thing.”

Chiharu laughs, kneeling beside you, cupping your chin, pressing his warm lips to yours, your mind going completely blank, forgetting anything but him. Only able to think about the way he tilts your head so he can kiss you deeply, the way his lips move against yours perfectly, about the way you love him, and you know he loves you.

You pull back, breathless and smiling, tugging at his flannel shirt, “I think you’re a little overdressed for this party.”

Chiharu smirks, shrugging out of his outer layer, pulling his t-shirt over his head, unbuttoning his jeans and starting to push his pants down. You watch him in the flickering firelight, watching the way each inch of skin gets exposed and the orange light dances over it. The solid expanse of his chest, the taut length of his stomach. The blonde hair that trails down to his cock.

You reach for him, only to have your small hand caught in his large one, “Nuh-uh _____, it’s your vacation.”

“It’s our vacation Chiharu.” You giggle, pulling him down with you into the pile of blankets.

Chiharu kisses you playfully, nipping at your collarbone, nuzzling your neck. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging lightly, pulling his lips back to yours, and you melt into each other, leaving you dizzy. Chiharu’s hands explore your body, thumb brushing over your nipple, hand squeezing your breast, leaving you gasping into his mouth, “Ch-Chiharu. Fuck.”

“_____, you are so beautiful.” He murmurs, rolling you on your back, pushing your legs apart with his knees, hovering above you as his hand travels farther south, down past your belly button, down in between your thighs. You open for him, legs falling apart as you lay back against the pillows, watching Chiharu’s eyes watch you, and it’s something that never fails to take your breath away. How such a simple look from Chiharu can make you feel like the center of the universe, like the only woman in the entire world, and how it made you know, that for him you were.

You reach up, touching his cheek, “I love you Chiharu.”

He leans into the touch, eyes closing for a moment before he tips his head, lips brushing against the heel of your hand, “I love you too.”

Chiharu parts the lips of your pussy with his fingers, ever so slightly rubbing your clit in a slow circle. You bite your bottom lip, your hand falling away from his face, threading back through your own hair; moaning, rocking your hips against his hand, trying, pleading for more friction.

Chiharu teases you, dipping his fingers in and out of your pussy, spreading your wetness over your clit, but never enough to bring you over the edge, “Fuck, Chiharu, please….Y-yes, please.” Words fall out of your mouth in incoherent sounds and disconnected sentences.

Chiharu doesn’t say much, he never does, he loves to watch you, taking in everything you are doing, feeling. Every once in awhile a grunt or a moan will escape from those lips mixed with a praise and your name causing your heart to jump out of your chest.

You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass as you try to pull him closer, “More Chiharu, please. I want you.”

Chiharu’s hands move to your hips, adjusting himself, holding you in place as he rubs his cock against your pussy. Your neck snaps back as the head of his cock drags over your clit. Your chest heaves, small whines and pleas come in your barely recognizable voice.

A few more pumps and he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in at an agonizingly slow pace. His cock stretching you wonderfully as he slides into you, “You’re so perfect,” He leans his weight onto you as he rolls his hips, cock fully buried within you, his lips finding yours again as he whispers against them.

You hold him close, fingers raking through his hair as you find a rhythm with Chiharu, slow, lazy and sweet as you each bring each other towards the end. His cock drags across your g-spot, your walls clench around him, fluttering with each sound he makes

“Chi-…”

“C’mon, I’m right there with you.”

You are barely able to roll your hips anymore, all your muscles tightening, toes curling, head falling back as you gasp his name. Chiharu thrusts into you erratically as you cum around him, calling his name, eyes pressed closed.

“_____!” Chiharu moans your name, holding you against him as he collapses onto you, grunting, moaning your name over and over against your skin as his body shakes and his cock throbs within you as he cums.

Both of you totally blissed out, it takes some time, eventually Chiharu rolls, pulling you up onto his chest, fingers playing in your hair as you place lazy kisses on his skin.

“Miss?”

You are confused by the timid tone of his voice, the sudden shyness, “Hmm?” You rest your chin on his chest, watching his face in the flickering firelight. Chiharu is watching you carefully, his face suddenly guarded. It really throws you off, what was wrong?

“Chiharu?”

Chiharu sees your confusion, immediately sitting up, pulling you into his lap kissing the top of your head. He reaches over by the Christmas Tree, pulling something from under it, “Shit.” He grumbles, smiling uncomfortably.

“Chiharu, what is it?” You move so you can see his face, wondering why his mood had changed so suddenly.

Chiharu grimaces, “I had this whole perfect thing planned to tell you, but-but-“

“What are you talking about Chiharu?” Your forehead scrunches in confusion.

His chest heaves, sighing, “I love you, _____.”

“I love you too Chiharu, but why-.”

“No, _____…” Chiharu shakes his head, holding your one hand, placing something small and soft into it, “Like I wanna be with you forever love you.”

You blink in surprise, glancing down at the little box in your hand, your heart pounding through your chest. Mouth agape, you open it slowly, inside a little silver band with stones that sparkle in the firelight. You can’t say anything, just stare at it for a moment before your eyes fly back to his face, meeting his vulnerable brown eyes.

“Chiharu, are you serious?”

He licks his lips, nodding shyly, “Yeah _____…I’m serious.”

You throw your arms around his neck, tears stinging at the corner of your eyes as you kiss him, your heart swelling in your chest as your lips move against his.

Chiharu chuckles, “Is that a yes?”

“Yes that’s a yes Chiharu!”

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[0ompa-loompa]

Assignments, final projects, try-outs, mock weeks, finals, college applications, these are what senior year is made of. Naturally, it’s the period of time when you most feel the urge to jump off a cliff. From the first week of school, I could already see the differences senior year brought to my school mates. People were starting to realize that they had to receive great marks, they had to get accepted into good colleges, they had to do this and that as ways to an accomplished future.

Over the years of being a high school student, every time there was a free period, or just any studying-free moment at school, we would watch movies, gossip, or simply be on our phones for hours. Now in every free periods, my classmates would take out these heavy-ass books that can be used comfortably as pillows and actually study. Or re-write their notes. Or revise a subject for next week’s quiz. Anything to keep them working (just curious, do these symptoms apply to all senior year students around the world?).

Since junior year were pretty traumatizing for me (thanks to student government), I had been planning all holiday to give my 110% for senior year. Long story short, I hit it off since day 1 and came out alive six months later. Although it resulted in me spending 3 days sleeping in after end-of-term exams were over, I’m really happy for having been very productive this entire term. I know there’s still 6 months left and the worst parts are yet to come, so I decided to share a few tips exclusively coming from someone *glares at myself* who did remarkably awful the previous year and somehow found a way to crawl back from death

1.       Know Where You’re Going

Getting to the very last year of high school, this is the MOST important part of surviving. Without having your long-term goal, it would be like taking down hundreds of obstacles without having a destination in mind. You don’t know where you’re going, but more monsters keep showing up on your path. Trust me, you’ll eventually get tired and stop trying midway. Losing motivation when you’re in the most vital part of your study can’t be a good thing.

Do research on the degrees you’re interested in taking, from their passing grades to job prospects. Make sure you actually enjoy the subjects needed for those degrees. For example, if you can’t stand Biology, better if you don’t consider attending medical school, and the same goes to other subjects as well.

2.       Maintain Productivity

The amount of school work you’re getting can be overwhelming, that is why you have to do them as soon as possible to prevent them from piling up. You don’t have to finish them all in one day, it’s impossible and careless. At least try to do them bits by bits until the night before due when you can go over what you’ve done and fix a few imperfections or cross-check your answers. Try doing this to multiple assignments instead of focusing on one or two assignments the entire week.

I usually bring unfinished assignments to school so I can get to work when I have free time, usually before after-school extras, or while waiting for an extra course. This way instead of going on Tumblr for hours, I’ll be figuring out math problems and (hopefully) have the homework done by ½ when the course starts.

3.       Gather Motivation

Take a look at that magnificent building, I will build tens of those once I become an architect. Have you seen the latest VSxBalmain collection? I’ll someday be working alongside Olivier Rousting .

It’s very important to keep being productive and use every free time wisely. While you’re at it, make sure to keep your motivate-o-meter at high level. Motivation and inspiration can come from anyone, anywhere and it doesn’t even have to come from anything relevant to your life goals. I usually get a boost of motivation after watching a couple videos of my favorite Youtubers (which has no correlation whatsoever to being an engineer), and I recently  got a huge inspo from reading Crazy Rich Asians. It seriously motivated me to work my ass off and be rich.

4.       Don’t Stop ‘til You’re Proud

Catch up on things you don’t fully understand. If you had a problem with certain subjects or materials, find the answers right away, don’t wait until the day before quizzes or mock tests when you will desperately need answers. Ask teachers, your friends, or our most trusty friend the internet. You can also download several applications to help you study, like Khan Academy and other similar apps. Once you put one problem out of sight, it will become easier for you to put more aside . This is what happened to me last year, I had problems understanding Chem but I refused to actually figure them out, thinking I would learn the materials later. 10 laters later, I got a 7 for end-of-semester test while my classmates received 9s and 8s.

So you have studied for this particular test and still got a bad mark. Shit happens honey, tough it up. Even while I’m writing this, I fully understand that the theory of ‘picking-yourself-up’ is much easier said than done. Give yourself some time to breathe, and start with “okay, where did I go wrong?”. Figure out the errors to make sure you’re not doing them the second time. Consider it this way: the subject has betrayed you and you’re getting a revenge. I planted this idea the very first day of senior year, the thought has driven me to never quit trying. It’s almost like Elle Woods to Warner, but instead it’s me and Physics.

5.       Get A Rest.

Senior year doesn’t mean you lose all hope of going on shopping sprees, watching the latest movies, or taking care of your Tumblr blog. If anything, I’ve watched more movies with my friends this year than I did previous years, simply because we have little time to relax so we made the most of one when we had the chance to. As long as you keep track on your to-do-list, stay discipline on your schedule, a little catch up on KUWTK won’t hurt.

Don’t push yourself to the point of falling down. Read books, paint, dance, even play games (Mobile Legend is the hype these days it’s getting annoying), anything to keep you sane and motivated. Never let the pressure of GPAs and prestigious colleges take positivity away from you.

6.       Don’t Over-Rest.

Yes, hun, I was just telling you to enjoy your senior year and now I’m telling you to not over-relax your way. Maintain a schedule, make agreements with yourself and stick to it. “At 8pm I will start on Math homework, and the rest is for tomorrow”. “I will work my butts off from 8 to 10 am then I can go on Tumblr”. “I will start on my History papers and take a rest after 2 pages”.

I’m not telling you to work 24/7 because that’s not healthy, I’m ALSO not telling you to spend all your weekend in bed and procrastinate because it would defeat the whole purpose of learning to be productive. Once you let yourself procrastinate, It’ll be easier for you to do it for the second, third, and fourth time.  Sometimes you just need to gather your will, get up and face those text books.

Well, there you go. These are all the things I have been doing to not only survive, but to do well in high school. I have been doing all these tips religiously for the past 6 months, it’s almost impossible not to feel tired or even want to just cut it off. But studying routinely makes me feel in control of what’s happening currently, what’s going to happen next, what I want to be doing in the future. So get up and let’s kick asses together.

#eintstetic #focusign #heysareena #acadmia #studyign #studyblr #blog #eintsein #athenastudying #studyquill #academiix #heyscholarly #creatingnotes #intellectys #lycheestudy #intellctuals

[3arzal]

daylight

smut!!! fem!yoonmin 4 @yoonminist who always forces me to do things amirite

'Unnie!' Jimin giggles as Yoongi goes in for the plunge, fingers latching at Jimin's sides in a tickle attack. Several kisses were pressed against her neck and a little swipe across her ear has her whimpering a little. A lot. 'Unnie, what--"

It's a chill day, the easiest they've had in weeks. School was tiring, and finishing their last semester before a new academic year starts always takes its toll on the both of them. It's what they get for motivating each other to do better, and Yoongi loves that Jimin helps her become more studious, become more aware of her future now that she's off to college. Jimin is gonna miss her. Yoongi is gonna miss her more. Summer break is the only thing they have before they get separated but only just for a year. Yoongi is determined to spend every day of summer with Jimin. It used to be more out of habit as best friends, now, it's more of 'I don't ever wanna leave you 'cause I'm gonna miss you a lot, baby.' Yoongi might have told her that one too many times.

"Do you wanna do it?" Yoongi asks as her fingers dramatically come to a stop. She winds her arms around Jimin's waist and pulls her closer, boobs pressing hard against Jimin's back. "Feeling kinda..." "N-now?" Jimin asks, an audible hitch in her breath when she feels Yoongi's face close in on her neck. "No, dumbass. Next year." Jimin turns around with an aggressive pout. Yoongi grins and performs damage control with a kiss one too many. "Now, baby." She whispers when she gets Jimin pliant in a couple of licks. "Unless you--" "Ngh--no." Jimin protests, fully turning around in Yoongi's lap. "Want you right now." She bumps her forehead against Yoongi's, slowing down as they both collect their thoughts. As much as they have talked about it, nothing compares to actually doing it. It's weird and it's new and it's something they both want, something they've been meaning to do for the longest time. With Yoongi's going away for college looming above their heads, it's easier to do it right now, as if they don't have the time, as if everything's closing in on them. It's some kind of pressure, but something they've both been waiting for as well. "Fucker, we're not even naked yet and you're already this flushed?" Yoongi teases, hands easing under Jimin's skirt from the underside. She bunches it on her small waist, hands kneading on her ass. She's wearing her new thongs today, nice and pink and tight. Lace. Yoongi loses it immediately. She licks her lips. "Like I don't flush this much even if we're just making out." Jimin retorts, hands already moving to remove her off-shoulder top. It's nice and tight, her nipples already peeking through the fabric as she doesn't like wearing bras. Yoongi's mostly worried sometimes when she goes out in public like that, but she likes Jimin's confidence. In the state of arousal, she likes how they can all look but Yoongi's the only one allowed to touch and taste. Jimin has nice tits. She's naked save from the skirt still bunched around her waist and the thongs, and Yoongi's suddenly aching down there. "You're dressed too much." It wasn't even much. Yoongi's in her sleep chemise--something black and silky. Jimin likes it on her, likes how pale she is in it, likes how delicious Yoongi looks when she wears it, and how it pulls just right in the curves of her body. Jimin teases a finger on the straps, sliding it down til it falls down the slopes of Yoongi's shoulder, never shy but always so clueless. "Unnie, what do we do?" Jimin asks, hands softly moving along Yoongi's collarbone, feeling it on her fingertips, how smooth Yoongi's skin is. She wants to mark it all up, leave love bites along it so guys won't try to hit on her. It's the other way around though. Guys always go for Jimin and Yoongi hates them all.

Yoongi is so, so endeared with her girlfriend that sometimes she stops the urge to just pinch her. "We have sex, duh." She chokes on a laugh when Jimin pretends to be angry. "But the question is how do we do it, right? I mean...we haven't had done anything more than makeout on this bed." Yoongi pushes on the small of Jimin's back and brings her down. The skirt presses uncomfortably between their bellies and Jimin stands up for a bit to take it off. "Want me to use the dildo? It's gonna hurt a bit though." She kisses along Jimin's neck, laving at the skin making Jimin whimper on top of her. It's her favorite past time.

"N-no," Jimin pants, wriggling on top of Yoongi whenever the latter gets all occupied with her tongue on a certain spot. "I--unnie, fuck--can I--"

"Can you what, baby? Tell me what you want me to do." Yoongi's sounding less composed by the minute and Jimin is glad she's just as affected. Jimin wills herself to sit up even if their position is already so comfortable. She wiggles down so she's semi-squatting over Yoongi's thighs, hands on either side of Yoongi's body. She's shy when she voices out what she wants, not sure if it's a thing that Yoongi's down for. Although she knows Yoongi wouldn't judge her for the kinks they've yet discovered, it's still so embarrassing to voice it out.

"Your," Jimin gestures lamely to Yoongi's tits, still so secure inside her chemise. "My mouth. On them." She finishes lamely, blushing madly when she sees Yoongi break into an amused grin. "I wanna...touch. Them. With my mouth. And um, tongue." Jimin sits up now, ass on Yoongi's thighs. She's so embarrassed when Yoongi full on laughs, hiding her face behind her hands and whining. "Unnie! Don't laugh at me!"

"You're so fucking cute, baby. But of course you can. C'mere, fuck. I want you to." Yoongi eventually sits up and tugs the chemise off, finally naked and feeling lame about her really old bacon-gartered panties. She wasn't expecting Jimin to come so early -- at eight in the fucking morning. Jimin beams down at her.

She's seen and touched Yoongi's tits a million times before, never shy of their bodies whenever they change clothes or shower together. Jimin's always had a thing for Yoongi's boobs--something so cute that looks absolutely delicious. Jimin kneads it a couple times before lowering her face down to it's level. She pokes a tiny fraction of her tongue out and latches onto Yoongi's waiting nipple.

The effect was instantaneous. "Oh--oh, ngh--fuck baby that feels so good." Yoongi throws her head back, a gentle hand weaving its way through Jimin's hair. She never knew it will feel this nice and now she's glad Jimin wasn't shying away from doing this. She sucks in a breath whenever Jimin wiggles her tongue back and forth against the nub, moaning in pleasure whenever Jimin moans against it too. Small hands find their wag against the jut of her ribs and it tickles a bit but it feels so fucking good.

Jimin is nearly slurping now from how much saliva is in there. It's wet and messy, but it's so, so good. Jimin alternates between the two, pinching and kneading on the one that she doesn't have in her mouth. She gets off after a while, the high slowly fading into a nice pool of arousal in Yoongi's belly. They're both catching their breath, staring at each other with big, dopey grins. Jimin runs a hand through her hair, staring down at Yoongi with the most dreamy look in her eyes. She licks her lips and leans down for a kiss.

"You look so good, baby." Yoongi says against her lips. "Always so perfect. What do you want now, hm? Tell unnie what you want." She sniffs at Jimin's neck and she feels so, so comfortable. Jimin smells so unfairly good. That's a thing that Yoongi will always have in mind. Jimin still smells the same way like she did in middle school, still uses the same body wash and perfume. Jimin smells like coming home, and Yoongi loses herself a bit in her neck, just sniffing like a creep, but Jimin knows it has always been one of her guilty pleasures.

"I want--want unnie to eat me out--ah!" Jimin doesn't realize that Yoongi already left her neck in pursuit of her tits. There's a hot tongue laving on her nipples before gently biting, and then sucking, but Yoongi doesn't stay for too long. She sits up and looks down on Jimin for a few heartbeats before she asks the younger to repeat what she said.

"You what?"

Jimin shies away, tilting her face sideways in an attempt to bury it into the pillow. It's no use. She doesn't want to repeat herself, but they'll never get anything done this way, and she's already so fucking wet. "Want you to...eatmeout."  

From the day that they've kissed for the first time, Yoongi has always been plagued by her wettest wet dream and now she can't believe that she's hearing it. She never offered, granted that this is literally the first time they're going to the intimates, so hearing it from Jimin herself, the person behind her wettest wet dream, has her blanking out for a bit trying to compose herself. She's so fucking gay, her girlfriend is literally the best person, and now she can offer something like this: "I can, so you uh...wanna. Ride my face, maybe? Fuck my. Face."

Jimin gasps. "Unnie!" She's so shy. Even after sucking the life out of Yoongi's tits, she's still so shy. But Yoongi knows she wants it, if the mad flush on her face is any indication. "Oh god." She groans, feeling a glob of slick pool in her pussy. Her thongs are already so wet and she wants it off soon. "O-okay, but how do we--"

"Here," Yoongi is fast, moving around to re-position herself on the bed as Jimin moves to remove her thongs. "Above my face, like this." She guides Jimin, helping her spread her legs above Yoongi's face. "Hands on the headboard. There you go." It's pretty. Jimin's pussy is so pretty. She always makes sure it's shaved and clean. It looks so pink and inviting, and this close, Yoongi just wants to latch on it and never let go if that's even possible. "I, um. Tell me if it's uncomfortable, okay? Tug on my hair if it gets too much."

It'll never be too much. Jimin has dreamed of this ever since she stumbled upon a JAV video online. The girl looked like she's having the time of her life being eaten out like that, and from then on she knew what she wanted if she ever reached that point in time with Yoongi.

Her hands on the headboard are clammy, and she's buzzing with nervous excitement. She likes the feeling of not knowing what's coming, and maybe she has more kinks she have not yet discovered, but this time, the first time, she knows she won't be ready but yet she is.

"Should I go?" She hears Yoongi ask, always so considerate.

She sucks in a breath and, "Yeah. Please unn--ah!"

Loud. Jimin is loud. But nobody's home, with Yoongi's parents off to work early in the day. They can be as loud and as gay everyday. At this particular moment, Jimin is not even trying to shut her mouth, and it's only a couple of experimental licks. She feels Yoongi grin against her pussy, but then the full force comes right after. Jimin lied. She wasn't prepared for what's coming.

"Unnie! Fuck--" She grinds her hips slowly, not one to stay still for too long with all the pleasure she's feeling. Jimin's still mindful that she can squish Yoongi's head between her thighs, but it feels too good not to move. Yoongi did say she wants Jimin to ride her face, so she's doing it because Yoongi wants it too. "So good, unnie, please don't stop--yeah, fuck!" Yoongi didn't know Jimin would be one for dirty talk, didn't know her pretty mouth can also be so dirty. She loves it though, sharing something so intimate with Jimin, letting both of their guards down and trusting each other so much. She loves how they can be, exist just like this. It feels so good.

She grinds her hips slowly, moving them into figure eights out of instinct. She's always been a good dancer, Yoongi thinks. She hardens her tongue a bit and slides it through Jimin's folds, catching on her clit one too many times and Jimin is a moaning mess by then, so wound up already. It's then that Yoongi finally puts a hand on Jimin's waist, trying to stop her from moving. She carefully locates Jimin's hole with her tongue, lapping at the slick that's in here. Jimin nearly screams. "Oh god! F-fuck, unnie I'm gonna--"

"No, baby. Not yet." Yoongi abruptly pulls away, sliding out of Jimin's legs. Jimin groans, because Yoongi is so fucking mean and she was just about to get her first major orgasm. Yoongi makes it up to her though. They're both kneeling in the middle of the bed, kissing like how they know, touching each other's bodies like it's the best treasure they've found. Maybe it is. "Sorry, baby. We're not at the fun part just yet."

"What fun part?" Jimin asks, genuinely curious. She's not all innocent, she knows stuff, but Yoongi has always been the more sex-driven one between the both of them. Yoongi pets her for a while while they kneel on the bed, Jimin going pliant under her hands in a matter of seconds. Yoongi tugs Jimin down with her while she lies down on the bed, telling Jimin to line up her pussy with Yoongi's.

"The one where you ride my clit." Yoongi says around a breathless, satisfied sigh. They share a kiss one more time before Yoongi's awkwardly guiding Jimin's hips to move with hers. It's a mess of slick and breathless laughs and awkward hips trying to move in sync. Jimin plants her hands down beside Yoongi's head and pushes down hard, choking on a moan when their clits finally align against each other, rubbing in the most delicious way. Yoongi is no better, gasping as jolts of pleasure run all throughout her body, looking up at Jimin who's nearly teary-eyed.

The moment they got the correct rhythm, there's no stopping. Jimin pushes down while Yoongi pushes upwards, pussy lips gliding against each other in a massive slick pile.

"Unnie--oh god--"

"Yeah, baby. Ride my clit--fuck--"

It's hot and it's messy and Jimin tries so hard to lean down and kiss Yoongi but it's kinda hard to get the friction from that angle. They pant in each other's mouth, trying to chase their orgasm by rubbing against each other, and despite Jimin's hips beginning to ache, she doesn't stop, rolls it slowly instead, trying to feel Yoongi's wetness against hers.

"You're such a good girl, baby. Such a good--ah!--girl riding my clit like that."

Jimin nods, slightly delirious with the onslaught of the new pleasure she's feeling. "I'm your good girl, unnie."

"Can you come like this, baby? Come on my clit just by rubbing yourself on me?" Yoongi asks, voice already so hoarse, and that's when Jimin drops down, arms giving up. Yoongi feels a bit of tears run down her shoulders, fat and hot, and that's when she panics, but Jimin beats her into it.

"Unnie, please--feels so good, but I need m-more." She hiccups, although her hips won't stop moving, still trying to chase the pleasure. Yoongi was seriously about to cum, but she'd do anything to give Jimin's pleasure first.

"I got you, baby. Don't cry." She wipes the tears away with her thumb, telling Jimin to lie down on the bed instead. Yoongi turns on her side beside her, fingers finding Jimin's clit again and this time she's pressing hard. Jimin whimpers, overwhelmed with the sudden pressure, and she doesn't even recover before Yoongi's already rubbing, lips finding Jimin's nipples in the process.

"O-Oh! Fuck, ngh--" Jimin's a mess, writhing on the bed feeling helpless but she loves it, loves how good Yoongi makes her feel. "Unnie, I think I'm c-coming--"

"Fucking come for me, baby, holy shit you're so hot--Jimin." Yoongi presses down harder, and she has Jimin tensing and then coming in a matter of seconds, body pulling taut and breath caught in her throat. She's silent when she comes, but she looks so fucking hot and ravishing with her head thrown back and her eyes closed in bliss, wave after wave of pleasure literally rippling through her body. Yoongi is so enamored.

Jimin comes to life a little later, when she's overstimulated enough. She pushes Yoongi's hands away gently, mewling as she snuggles back into her girlfriend's chest. She meant to put her leg around Yoongi's hips but her knee gets caught on something wet and that's when Jimin realized that Yoongi still haven't gotten off. She feels a little bad about it. "Unnie! Shit you haven't--"

"Here--let me. Ride your leg. Can I?"

"What? Of course--I--how do I--"

"Jiminnie, will you suck on unnie's tits while I ride you? Can you do that for me?" Yoongi asks, a little shy now that she's the one asking for something. Jimin's heart does a little flip.

"Of course, unnie. C'mere."

Yoongi positions herself on the thigh that Jimin offers and grinds, chasing after her own orgasm as Jimin practically sucks on her tits now, one hand on her waist and the other on her neglected boob. Yoongi feels ecstatic when she finally comes, squirting a bit on Jimin's thigh and surprising the both of them.

"Holy shit--"

"Unnie, you--"

They both look at each other, bursting into breathless giggles, before Jimin is pulling Yoongi down for a post-orgasmic cuddle fest.

"That was hot, unnie. You're hot." Jimin whispers into her ear when they assume the designated cuddle position. Yoongi looks at her like she holds all the stars in the sky, smile so soft and fond when Jimin pouts her lips for a kiss that Yoongi willingly gives her. She also leaves one on Jimin's eye, the latter giggling through it, and just giggling away when Yoongi peppers her face with many kisses right after.

"Jiminnie, sleep." Yoongi demands when Jimin turns her over so they can spoon, Yoongi being the little one. "You wanna watch a movie later? My treat."

"Mmm." Jimin hums, lips trailing against Yoongi's back, hands warm around her. It's still early, and they have the entire day. "Sleep." She says, before they both drift away, hearts happy and bodies tired.

#this is longer than expected wtf #just yoonmin things #yoongi #jimin #yoonmin #bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #umnnfnsdjfd #FEM YOONMIN YEAH

[chickenkeefers]

Klance Holiday Exchange WIP

Since I finished one (out of three) essays I gotta do for the end of the semester, I figured I’d post a section from one of my WIPs I’ve been working on.

This is a (small) section from the fic I’m writing for my secret santa (it may seem p long, but it’s not even 1/8t of the fic) 

Keith stood outside Lance’s—the Prince’s door, leaning against the hard, wooden surface as he rethinks every aspect of his life that’s lead him to where he was today. Ever since he was little he dreamt of being a knight—of being a strong fighter to protect the prince—who didn’t even remember his name.

Why did Keith think anything good could ever happen to him?

After being abandoned as a child and living on the streets, he thought his life started to take a turn for the better when Ulaz took him in and started training him to become a knight. For the first time in his young life he didn’t have to sneak into the Royal Gardens to play with his friend and could see him as many times as he wanted.

But then Ulaz sent him away to train with the Blades for five years. And Lance forgot who I was…

Keith tilts his head back against the door and lets out a heavy sigh, letting his eyes drift close as he remembers the last time he saw Lance before he was sent away.

o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o

Lance was waiting for Keith at their usual meeting spot under the willow tree, absentmindedly plucking the flower petals off of a daisy that he picked earlier that day. When Keith arrived, the flower was practically destroyed—nothing more than a stem and a handful of petals. He felt bad for making Lance wait so long, but his training ran late that day and he just got the news from Ulaz that he would be leaving. When Lance looked up at him and he smiled, his whole face lit up and so full of joy at just the sight of him, Keith couldn’t help but smile as affection filled his chest.

Keith sits down next to Lance, their shoulders brushing slightly as Keith runs a hand through his hair. “Sorry—training ran late today.”

Lance frowns, reaching over and shoving Keith’s shoulder with his hand. “Training runs late every day—I was just about to leave y’know. I got importantly princely things I gotta do.”

Keith rolls his eyes, smiling a bit wider as he bumps Lance’s shoulder with his own. “Oh right—like stuffing your face with cake or painting your face and nails.” He cooed, laughing as he held up an arm in a weak attempt to block Lance’s slapping hands.

“That was one time jeez!” Keith laughed harder, causing Lance to huff and push Keith over. “Quit laughing!”

Keith grabbed onto Lance’s arm and pulled him down with him, smiling as he reaches up to mess the prince’s hair up. “Make me!”

Lance growls, knocking Keith’s hand away before reaching out and shoving Keith’s face away. Keith laughs, rolling over to get on his knees and poorly blocks Lance’s attempts at punching. Before long the pair of preteens end up rolling around, doing nothing more than laughing and playfully pushing each other. Once they tired each other out, they laid on their backs, panting to catch their breath and gazing up at the canopy of the tree.

Keith looks over at Lance, a soft smile on his face as he gazes at his childhood friend, warmth filling his chest as he memorizes all that he can of the moment they’re in; sunlight peeking through the trees, shadowing Lance in a soft light that only seemed to make his vivid blue eyes shine all the brighter, that soft smile he only seemed to have around Keith, causing something foreign to flutter in his gut that he didn’t fully understand yet. The moment Keith realized he wouldn’t be able to see Lance for five years, his smile fell from his face and sadness crept into his bones.

Lance looks over at Keith, smile falling and replaced with a look of concern when he noticed Keith’s sudden change in mood. “You okay?”

Keith bites his bottom lip and rolls over onto his side, unable to meet Lance’s gaze as he tells him the bittersweet news. “Ulaz says I’m advancing in my training quickly….”

Lance’s eyes widen, a smile quickly spreading on his face as he rolls over to face his friend. “That’s awesome! You’ll be a knight in no time Keith!”

Keith closes his eyes, taking a moment to compose himself and fight back the tears that threatened to come out, refusing to cry. “But to finish my training I need to leave to study with the Blades…for five years.”

When he doesn’t hear a response from Lance he opens his eyes and peeks up at his friend through his hair, unable to read the expression plastered on his face. He shifts a bit closer, growing concerned for his friend as the silence stretched between them. “…Lance?”

Lance reaches out and hugs Keith close, burying his face in his shoulder and holding onto Keith for dear life. “You better come back—you hear? I don’t want you dying or you’ll be sorry.”

Keith tenses up, still not used to how affectionate Lance could be when he wanted to. He hesitantly wraps his arms around his friend, holding on just as tightly and smiling slightly. “What you gonna do? You can’t do anything if I’m already dead.”

Lance lifts his head and glares at Keith, gripping onto the back of his shirt tightly. “Oh yeah?” He leans forward and roughly presses his lips to Keith’s, causing him to gasp and butterflies to swarm in his stomach. The kiss itself wasn’t that pleasant—what with Lance’s nose hitting his own hard and his lips pressed into a tight line—but Keith wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Before he could react, Lance pulled away, his cheeks tinted pink, but his eyebrows still pinched together. “Well—well we can’t do that if you’re dead—so come back!”

Keith could only nods, barely able to stutter out an okay before Lance hid his face from view in Keith’s shoulder.

The spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled under that old willow tree, whispering promises of reuniting and exchanging kisses, each kiss more bittersweet than the last as their remaining time together slips away.

o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o

Keith absentmindedly reaches a hand up to touch his lips, still able to feel the rough press of Lance’s lips against his as his heart falls, breaking in two when he realized he’d never get to feel them again. He reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

Guess he was stupid to fall for a prince after all.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #fanfic #klance holiday exchange #fic preview #Klance #some angst #childhood friends #fantasy AU #medieval au #the chicken writes

[withnosuchgrace]

Counting Stars

summary: you never expected to talk to Sehun, but then again, you never expected to take astronomy either, and neither of those stop you from turning to the smartest kid in class when your grades are on the verge of sinking into a black hole. 

part 1 | part 2 | 

genre: fluff !!!!!! (i cried a lot)

word count: 8806

A/N: i have two essays and a test on monday but i finished this instead. Enjoy!!

- P A R T  T W O  -

A few weeks have passed, and you found yourself seated next to Sehun every astronomy class. It became a habit, like second nature, to take a seat next to the smart boy in the front row. You knew he had gotten used to it too, as he kept saving you a seat time after time, regardless if you were late or not.

Your study sessions continued too, at least one every week, and it was through these study sessions that you found yourself really getting close to Sehun.

You happened to be in his room right then, lying on your stomach on his bed, while he took his usual seat at his desk, the both of you studying for midterms.

You found that you were much more productive and studied more efficiently in Sehun’s presence, and so your study sessions extended to more than simply astronomy and onto other subjects. Sometimes you would go for hours without saying a word, simply studying your own respective subjects, but it was being in each other’s presence that brought on a feeling of calm.

You were in the middle of reading about third wave feminism when you felt yourself beginning to lose focus, and getting bored.

“I’m curious. Why are you studying astronomy?”

You watched as Sehun spun around on his chair to look at you. He sensed it was time for a well-needed break as well, and you could tell, because he never fully turned away from his desk unless he needed a break.

“I just like space.” He stated, simply.

“Oh come on, you’ve got to give me more than that!” You began to sit up with your legs crossed so you were at least eye level with him.

“Fine. Well, I’ve always had a fascination with the stars and the universe and everything out there. It’s absolutely mind-blowing how immense the universe is. My dad bought me my first telescope and I spent all my summers as a kid with my eyes on the sky. Which is probably why it’s my major.” He admitted, with a small nostalgic smile. He then looked at you expectantly. “Your turn.”

You shrugged. “Suho told me to sign up so I did.”

“That’s it?” He exclaimed, incredulously.

“Yup. Not as much of a dramatic tale as yours was.” You laughed.

“No kidding. Do you at least like the class?”

“It’s definitely interesting, which is why we all decided to stay. And having you there to help me out has also really boosted my image of the course.”

Sehun tried to hide his bashful smile, though his reddening ears was giving him away. You had thanked him countless times for the help he was giving you with the course, and every time he would attempt to hide his smile out of embarrassment, which in turn caused you to grin.

You felt slightly guilty for having Sehun tutor you without expecting anything in return. You had offered to pay him countless times, but he denied all of them, claiming that he enjoyed tutoring you and astronomy came easy to him. He didn’t need anything.

Still, your mind was reeling with trying to figure out what you could do for him. Maybe you could get him a present at the end of the semester? Would he like that? He wasn’t one to accept things easily.

You were lost in these thoughts when you heard him calling your name.

“What?” You blinked repeatedly as you noticed him snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“You completely blanked out.”

“Oh, sorry about that.” You bit your lip in embarrassment. “What were you saying?”

“I was asking what you were studying.” He pointed to your notes that were spread across his bed.

“Sociology of gender.” You showed him the cover of your notebook. “Pretty interesting stuff.”

“I can bet.” His eyes scanned over your notes, half of which were typed and the other half handwritten. You weren’t the most organized person. “Wait, I never asked what your major is.”

“Feminist studies.” You claimed, proudly, with your head held high and a smug look painted across you face.

He let out a chuckle at your face. “Wait! You’re an Arts student?”

“Yeah. What about it?” You challenged.

“Wow maybe that’s why you’re having so much difficulty in astronomy.” He teased.

“Shut up.” You stuck your tongue out at him in a childish manner, causing the small room to full with his lovely laughter that he could no longer contain.

As most students know, midterm season is a time of sleepless nights, stress overload, and the desperate wish for time to stop so you can at least catch your breath.

This season was no different.

Your group of friends were just as stressed as you felt, and it was evident in their faces, their smiles exchanged for frowns, and bags hanging under their eyes as they attempted to memorize entire chapters of their textbooks in the span of two days.

By far the worst out of the bunch was Chen. It was quite strange since he was generally the one out of the group that usually had his shit together, or at least was able to pull off looking like he did, but the minute a major test or assignment was involved, he was a lost cause.

On a daily basis, Chen had at least six cups of coffee, however, this number would multiply many times over in the span of two weeks. You were certain that if someone were to look into his veins, they would find the brown liquid instead of blood. No normal human could consume that much caffeine.

Consequently, he was fidgety and quite unpleasant during midterms. It had only been two days and he had already snapped at Suho and Chanyeol thrice. You were smart and stayed away from him until he was finally himself again, but your friends weren’t as bright.

You were sitting in the student lounge in the basement of one of the buildings on campus, which was mostly empty since any sane student was hauled up in the library or in their dorms and studying their asses off. You would’ve been there too, had you not been dragged out here for some “chill time” (at least, that’s what Suho called it).

You cast a glance at Chen sitting on the couch adjacent to yours. Chanyeol had dragged him out here, too, and he looked like he was ready to punch him, or cry, or both. His leg was bouncing relentlessly, left eye slightly twitching, and he was biting his nails, more of a reason to remind himself he was really here rather than a bad habit.

“What the fuck are we doing here? I have two exams tomorrow that I should be studying for!” Joy had her arms crossed and a frown on her lips.

You nodded in agreement. “I second that, guys, what’s going on?”

“C’mon, why can’t we take a break from studying for a few hours? Y’all are killing the mood.” Doyoung pouted, barely lifting his eyes from a game he was playing on his phone, Chanyeol right behind him, anxiously looking at the boy’s score.

“Killing the mood? You’re lucky I haven’t killed any of you yet.” Joy sent glares all around.

“Relax, Joy, we are here to discuss something!” Suho piped up, messing up her hair and causing her to grimace.

“Really? So we’re not simply here to avoid studying?”  

Suho hesitated at Wendy’s words. “Okay, maybe that, too. But, listen, I was talking to Heechul and he wants to throw this super big party for the end of midterms. It’ll be great and such a great reward after being so close to death.”

“You said ‘great’ twice.” Joy pointed out.

“Isn’t Heechul always throwing parties?” You asked, rhetorically.

“Honestly, how does he have any time to study at all?” Chen managed to mutter from his position on the couch. It looked like he was finally calming down from his initial anger and you saw his eyes falling heavy from the lack of sleep he surely must have experienced.

“It’s hard to believe he’s doing his master’s,” Ten chuckled, finally having an input in the current conversation, although his eyes never lifted from his phone as he spoke. He let out a bark of laughter, soon followed by Doyoung’s cry in defeat.

“Dude, you destroyed the high score!” Chanyeol gasped, his eyes comically growing wide as his mouth fell open in shock. “Do you know how long it took me to set it that? Three weeks! And you just smashed that to the ground in less than twenty minutes! How the hell…?”

A smug smirk painted Ten’s face as he leaned back on the couch, his arms folded behind his head as he basked in his Everwing winning glory. “It’s called talent, Chan. It’s not my fault I was born for this game.”

“I’ll beat you next time!” Doyoung assured, pointing a finger at Ten, causing the raven haired boy to let out a cheeky laugh.

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Guys, guys, guys.” Suho interjected, “we’re losing focus here. This meeting is turning into a mess!”

“Meeting?” Wendy rose an eyebrow.

“Whatever this is! The point is that we have to gather enough people for this party. Are you guys in or what?”

Chatter filled the student lounge as some tried to come up with excuses and others discussed who they could invite; Chanyeol, Doyoung and Ten were still heatedly talking about their game; Chen may have fallen asleep on the couch, who knew how long ago.

You, however, remained quiet. You were lost in your thoughts. Thoughts of Sehun.

Wait, this is not what it looks like. You were merely thinking of what Sehun would think of this party. He didn’t seem like one that was into partying, but maybe he just hadn’t been invited to any of the good ones.

Perhaps this could be one of the ways in which you could pay him back for the tutoring. Although he didn’t show it much, Sehun was probably just as mentally exhausted from midterms as everyone else. What better way to relax than losing yourself in a way that only one of Heechul’s legendary parties could do.

You weren’t certain, but you didn’t cross out Sehun from your potential guest list just yet.

You were only brought out of your thoughts by Chen suddenly awaking at the prodding of Doyoung, resulting in the lounge to be filled with curses.

“Alright,” Suho said hastily, clapping his hands together to gather everyone’s attention. “Meeting’s over, you’re free to go, my friends.”

You tried to figure out the best way to bring up the party to Sehun but it was proving more difficult than you thought. You had no idea how he would react, resulting in you spending a few days just analyzing him.

You asked him some random questions you had prepared to test him and studied his reactions. You nodded thoughtfully to yourself at his answers, all the while making note of his body language and his overall response to the questions you asked.

One such question was about whether or not he drank, and while at first he had been alarmed at the sudden question, he answered honestly, saying that he didn’t really drink too much.

You would wait a few moments before moving on to your next question, asking what he thought about going out late on a Friday night.

If Sehun was puzzled by all your questions, he didn’t voice it. He answered all of them relatively calmly, though a frown did tug at the corner of his mouth.

Your list of questions was slowly thinning out as you made note of his different reactions on the paper. You made sure to hide this list from him, not knowing what excuse you would make if he ever saw it. It all was a little strange, if you were being honest.

You were in his room, casually trying to bring up a question every now and then as he sat at his desk trying to study.

“What do you think of loud music?” you asked, sneaking a glance in his direction to see what he would say.

“Uh, I don’t know. It gives me a headache?”

You nodded to yourself, and made a squiggly line next to the question. Your eyes flitted to the next question. It was the last one, and it meant you were finally going to have to outright invite him to the party.

You bit your lip as you tried to formulate the right word order in your mind before taking a deep breath and just going for it.

You did not notice that Sehun was already looking at you in curiosity, getting quite concerned with all of your unusual questions. It seemed like you were interviewing him for something, though he could not figure out why.

“(Y/N), what are all these questions about?” He finally gained the courage to ask you about it, just as you finally began to ask him the question you had been pondering for days.

“Are you free Friday night?”

You both stopped abruptly, looking at the other wide eyed.

“Uh…”

You may have been the one to snap out of the trance first, but Sehun was the one who spoke a coherent sentence first.

“Did you just…” Sehun tilted his head a little to the side akin to the way a lost puppy would. “Did you just ask me out?”

The blush colouring your cheeks was as bright as a fire engine, which was relevant since a million sirens were going off in your head.

“Wait! That’s not what I meant!  I was trying to-”

You were interrupted by Sehun speaking again. “What’s the paper you keep writing on?”

“This? Oh it’s nothing important! I swear it’s practically garbage.”

You were trying to hide it from him, but he was quicker than you and managed to snatch it up from the bed before you had a chance to stop him.

You buried your face in your hands out of pure embarrassment. There was no going back from this now. This is not what you had planned for this to go.

You saw through parted fingers Sehun reading your list, mortified.

Sehun’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Is this a list of all the questions you asked me? What are all these symbols beside them for?”

You sighed, dropping your hands from your face. “I kind of made that list of questions to see how you would react to the actual question I wanted to ask you.” You couldn’t look up at him, instead focusing your attention on his white bed sheets.

“You mean ask me out? Right?” His tone held no emotion, or maybe he was just really good at hiding them.

You snapped your head to look at him so quickly your neck hurt. “No! Oh my god, no way! I was going to invite you to a party!”

“As a date?”

“As a friend.” You emphasized.

His mouth fell open in a small ‘o’ shape, finally realizing what happened. He didn’t say anything, which had you a little uneasy.

“So… will you come to Heechul’s party on Friday night? It’s after all the midterms and it’ll be a great way to relax after all the stre-”

“No.”

You abruptly stopped. “What?”

Sehun looked at your expression, a tinge of guilt painting his features. “What I mean to say is, I’ll pass.”

You felt disappointed. You had hyped up this question since Saturday, all for it to come crashing down within minutes. “Oh.”

Sehun shrugged. “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“Oh, um, that’s understandable, I guess.” you suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and not knowing what to do.

The room filled with an uncomfortable silence, one that appeared after a long time because you hardly had any awkward moments with Sehun anymore.

You checked the time on your phone and were surprised to see that it was already past six, and that you should get back to your own dorm and grab some supper.

“Are you leaving?” Sehun asked, watching as you gathered your things, pulled on your fall jacket and wrapped your scarf tightly around your neck.

You nodded. “Yeah, it’s getting a little late and I’ve got to get some stuff done. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

“Of course! Bye, have a safe trip!” he smiled softly.

You offered your own smile in response before walking out his door, though your mind remained filled with thoughts of him.

Although you were bummed out about Sehun rejecting the invitation, you realized the following morning that it was okay, that partying just wasn’t his scene, and that was perfectly fine. You could maybe go out with him for ice cream instead.

The next astronomy class went fairly well, the two of you speaking as you normally would, not once mentioning the party or the mishap that happened last night. The awkwardness was nearly diminished between you, and for that you could not be happier.

It was only on Thursday, two days after he rejected your invitation, that he brought up the party again.

You were packing up your things so you could finish up your studying for your last midterm tomorrow in your own room and leave Sehun to catch some shut-eye, which he was definitely needing. He had insisted he was fine, but you knew for a fact that he was exhausted beyond belief.

“Now when I’m gone, you better be sleeping, alright? How are you going to pass your midterm if you can’t even keep your eyes open?”

He nodded but couldn’t keep himself from rolling those same tired eyes.

You said your goodbyes, with you nagging him to sleep once more and him basically kicking you out of his room (“how do you expect me to sleep when you’re still here yelling at me?”).

You finally left with a small smile playing at the corner of your mouth.

Back at your own dorm, you had your notes spread out all around you and were in the midst of remembering all the theories that were surely going to be on your exam, when your phone began to ring. You looked at in in puzzlement, since it was already well past midnight. Who the hell would be calling you so late?

Your confusion only grew when you read Sehun’s name on your screen.

Sehun had never called before, you would only message. And he was supposed to be sleeping!

You finally picked it up after the third ring. “Sehun? Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping.”

“Uh, yeah about that… I couldn’t really sleep.”

It was so strange hearing his voice over the phone. It made his voice a little deeper, and made him feel closer, making you feel something, but that in itself was a weird thought, so you immediately dismissed it.

“What do you mean you can’t sleep? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah everything’s fine… I was just thinking.”

“About what?” You sat up properly now, pushing your notes away, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to study anymore.

“The party.”

Embarrassment began to eat at your insides as you thought back to how you had asked him to the party. You were glad this was a  phone call after all, so Sehun could not see how red your face had gotten.

“About that, look I’m really sorry if I came across really bold and like I was asking you out or something. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but listen, you have every right to not wanting to come and I shouldn’t stop you from doing you. We can go out for ice cream instead to celebrate the end of midterms, if that makes you  more comfortable? I even know of a place that lets you get a second scoop for free if you fail!” You realized you were ranting and quickly shut up when you heard him repeatedly calling your name.

“(Y/N), listen,” he was finally heard after your ceaseless babbling. “All of that sounds really great but it’s not necessary.”

“Oh, that’s fine! We can go to have something else instead of ice cream! I also know this great burger joint -”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” You heard him sigh, and you could practically see him running his fingers through his dark hair, something that he had a habit of doing when he grew frustrated. “What I mean to say is I changed my mind. About the party.”

There was a pause on his end and you were about to ask him again if everything was indeed okay, when he uttered the words you never thought he would say. “I’ve decided to go.”

The smile that grew on your face was so wide that it caused your cheeks to hurt, but you didn’t care.

You hadn’t even realized that you didn’t answer until you heard his voice once more.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N), are you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m still here, I was just - wow what made you change your mind? I mean are you sure? You were pretty adamant about not going a few days ago.” You had tried to act casual about the entire ordeal, but failed to do so as you continued.

This didn’t slip past Sehun, who immediately took note of your happy tone of voice, though he didn’t mention it. “I don’t know, actually.” In honesty, he had a feeling that he did know what caused him to change his mind, though he did not mention this either. “I just thought you were right about it being a good way to take away the stress from these past two weeks so it’s only appropriate, right?”

“Yes! But are you sure you’re going to be comfortable and stuff? You did say that this wasn’t really your scene.”

“I’ll be fine. It’ll definitely be something different but we’ve all got to take risks in life, don’t we?”

You nodded excitedly, before realizing he couldn’t see you. “Yes, yes. It’s going to be so great, Sehun. We could meet up at your dorm before heading to it together?”

“That sounds perfect!” You could tell that he was sporting a soft smile, too. “Well, that was all I wanted to say, and it’s getting pretty late so I’m going to sleep for real now.”

You laughed. “Same here. I don’t think I can study right now.”

“Oh no, did I interrupt your studying?” A tinge of guilt laced Sehun’s voice.

“No!” You blurted way too quickly. “I studied as much as I could already. There’s nothing more my brain can handle.”

“Alright, well I’m going. See you tomorrow.”

You said your goodbyes, and you waited until the line completely cut before letting an excited squeal to escape your lips.

You did wonder what really did cause Sehun to change his mind, but that wasn’t important right now. All you cared about was the fact that he was really going. Tomorrow’s party was going to be quite the experience.

The smile that you had been wearing all day had yet to leave your face. You swiftly got through your last midterm and although you weren’t sure whether you did well or not, you were far too giddy for tonight to care.

You had mentioned to Doyoung that Sehun had agreed to come after all, and the look on his face had been priceless.

“Mr. Smarty-Pants is going to make an appearance? What did you do to convince him? Pay him? Something else?” He rose his brow suggestively, his laughter only increasing in volume after receiving a punch on his shoulder, courtesy of you.

“No. I actually have no idea what caused him to change his mind, but I ain’t complaining. It’s going to be so much fun.”

Doyoung rolled his eyes as the two of you approached your dorm room. “It was going to be lit either way. But I do have to admit that I am excited to finally meet the guy after hearing about him non-stop for weeks.” He sighed dramatically, leaning on the wall adjacent to your room door, while you fumbled in your pocket for the keys.

“What are you talking about? I don’t talk about him that much.”

“Ah, the phase of denial. (Y/N), seriously, if you aren’t with him, you’re talking about him, or at the very least thinking about him - don’t make that face, I know it’s true!”

You pouted at his accusation. Of course all of them were false. Doyoung just wanted to tease you. It’s what he does best.

“Whatever, I’m going to get ready,” you said, opening the door.

“Now? We still got several hours!”

You propped a hand on your hip. “It takes time to look flawless, Doyoung. But you wouldn’t know. No matter how long you take to get ready, you always look like a butt.”

Doyoung didn’t even crack a smile. “Are you done?”

You nodded, happily. “Yup. I think so.”

“Great. Now I really don’t wanna waste my time here watching you try on like a million outfits, so I’m going to head to the lounge and see if the others are there. Are we going to meet up before heading to Heechul’s? I think Suho and Chen might be going earlier to help him set stuff up.”

“Nah I told Sehun I’d meet up with him before the party.”

“Oh but of course. Anyways, tell him I say hi.” With that, Doyoung was pushing himself off of the wall and making his way down the hall and turning left, heading for the elevators.

You finally entered your room and tossed your bag onto your messy bed and you keys on your even messier desk.

After glancing at your bed and debating whether or not a fifteen minute nap would be worth it, you decided against it and headed towards your closet instead.

Your usual party attire would be whatever you were wearing that day if you were feeling lazy, but on occasion you did like to actually get ready. You loved the act of getting ready, of choosing your clothes carefully, putting on your best makeup and messing around with your hair. And now that you had three hours to spare, you were going to make the most of it.

Your usual routine of showering and pampering took an hour out of that time, but you proceeded with a smile on your face.

You pulled out some thin leggings to wear underneath your dress. You hadn’t had a chance to wear these yet, and were more than glad to see the way they fit you perfectly, and how the sheer material on the sides gave you an edgier look. Your denim jacket completed the outfit perfectly and you took a minute to admire how it looked before getting started on your hair.

By the time you checked the time again, it was nearing seven, the time you were supposed to meet Sehun.

“Oops.” You muttered, putting on a last swipe of lipstick before grabbing your things and wobbling out the door, your shoes not on quite right.

The moment you reached Sehun’s door, your phone rang with his name on the screen.

“Hey are you almost here?”

You chuckled at hearing his voice both in your phone and from behind the closed door in front of you.

“I’m right outside your door, actually.”

You heard a faint, confused “what?” before the door opened revealing Sehun, only he did not look like Sehun. Well, at least not the Sehun you knew.

For one, his hair wasn’t perfectly styled like you had grown used to. Instead, his dark hair was slightly tousled in a way you could have never imagined on Sehun, inviting thoughts of running your fingers through them.

Before those thoughts went to territory you weren’t sure you wanted to venture into, your eyes flickered to his attire, which wasn’t getting any better.

He was wearing a button down shirt which wasn’t tucked into his pants. The pants! You never thought you would live to see the day Oh Sehun wore jeans.

This felt like some twisted alternate reality you were in, and you began thinking if this was just some strange dream you were having. Maybe you had taken that nap before getting ready after all, and were so excited about the party that you were dreaming of Sehun looking like this.

You were brought out of your thoughts and back to reality when Sehun opened his mouth.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?”

You shook your head to rid yourself of any unnecessary lingering thoughts before replying. “Uh yeah, yeah I’m fine, just thinking about uh - Doyoung says hi.”

“Oh, well isn’t he going to the party? I could just say hi to him there.”

“Right, are-are you ready by the way?”

“I think so. Lemme just grab my wallet and I’ll be good to go.”

Nothing much was said as you walked side by side down the street and towards Heechul’s apartment building.

The late October wind was bitter and striked you harshly, causing you to shiver.

“No wonder you’re freezing.” Sehun muttered, mostly to himself. His voice was muffled, his own face partially buried in his jacket.

“What do you mean?”

He looked you up and down, before looking away. “Why would you wear those leggings in this weather? Are you stupid or something?”

Your face reddened, though it wasn’t because of the cold. “You’re one to talk!” You fired back. “Look at your outfit! You’re wearing jeans!”

Sehun looked taken aback at your comment. “What’s wrong with wearing jeans?”

You didn’t know what to say to that. What was so wrong in him wearing jeans?

“The fact that it’s you! The Sehun I know doesn’t wear jeans!”

The Sehun I know… what did that mean? Why were you getting so upset over one article of clothing?

“Damn, I didn’t know wearing jeans would be such a big deal.” Sehun rolled his eyes, though you weren’t sure if he was actually offended or not.

In all honesty, he could have been very hurt by your words and you wouldn’t even know, because Sehun had mastered the art of hiding his emotions.

“You still look good though, don’t worry.”

If he heard you, he didn’t make anything of it. The silence resumed as you approached the steps of Heechul’s apartment building.

Sehun followed close behind, as you made your way into the elevator. You pushed the button for the fifth floor, and watched the doors close, leaving you and Sehun alone inside, as the elevator jolted before moving upwards.

“So… are you excited?” you asked, to fill in the silence.

“I guess.” Sehun shrugged. “Is it really as wild as everyone makes it out to be, or is that just stories people like to make up?”

“You’ll have to find out for yourself.” You replied just as the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open.

You led Sehun down the hall with ease, the whole building being familiar to you after your many visits. Although the sound of bass definitely made it easier to find Heechul’s apartment.

His apartment, 505, was the one at the far end of the hall, with the red door, and the last 5 hanging lopsided from where Chanyeol accidentally bashed his head against it during a drinking game gone wrong. The 5 never really hung right after that, and no one was quite sure why. Chanyeol had apologized profusely, and had offered to buy a new 5, but Heechul, being the chill and laid back person he was, insisted that it was fine. It gives it character, doesn’t it?  He had said, I was starting to think this place was getting a little too dull.

You smiled fondly at the memory, before turning to Sehun.  

“Here it is. Apartment 505. You ready?”

You didn’t even give Sehun a chance to reply before opening the door and engulfing yourselves in what could only be described as one of Heechul’s Parties.

The whole apartment gave off a bluish glow, though you had no idea what the source was. Heechul’s apartment looked exactly the way it always did whenever a party was being held. The table was pushed aside, and the couches were arranged in a way to allow a lot of room for those who wanted to dance. The music was practically pounding through the walls, and you wondered how the hell the neighbours haven’t complained yet.

The place was already filled with quite an amount of people, despite the party having barely been started. You quickly caught sight of Doyoung and Ten, both of which already had some shots lined up on the kitchen counter.

“(Y/N)! You made it!” you heard a voice yell over the booming music.

You grinned upon seeing the tall figure approaching you. Heechul wore a backwards cap over his curly hair, giving him a much more youthful look despite his age. His soft sweater really did not match though, but you figured he just didn’t care.

“Of course I made it! You know I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” you hollered.

“Aww, you’re making my heart swell.” he put his hands over his heart in a touched manner. “Listen, the others are in the kitchen if you’re looking for them. I gotta head out to buy another bottle of vodka, I think I’m running low.”

“Sounds good! Don’t drink and drive!” he sent you a thumbs up before shutting the door behind him, enveloping you even more into the party.

“Why was a student teacher at a party like this?” You nearly jumped at the sound of Sehun’s voice so close to your ear.

You spun around to face him, only to realize how close he was, and quickly taking a step back. “Student teacher?”

“Yeah, the guy you were just talking to. He’s too old to be a student, right?”

You burst out laughing at Sehun’s puzzled face. Oh Sehun was so pure.

“Wait, what’s so funny?”

“Dude, that’s not a student teacher! That’s Heechul!”

“Heechul? As in the Heechul? Why is he old? I thought he was a uni student.”

“He is!” your laughter finally subsided and you clutched at your sides where they had begun to hurt. “Believe it or not, he’s actually a graduate student.”

“No way.” Sehun’s mouth fell open in surprise, and you laughed at how cute it was.

“I know! I was just as shocked as you are when I first met him.”

“Wow,” he whispered, mostly to himself, and you wouldn’t have caught it if you hadn’t been already watching his face intently.

“C’mon let’s go say hi to the others.” You said, making your way towards the orange hair that was unmistakably Doyoung.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t (Y/N)!” Doyoung drawled upon seeing you enter the kitchen. “And, oh my, who is this?”

Sehun looked uncomfortable at having all of your friends stare him down, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, not quite sure what to say.

“Guys, this is Sehun. He’s in our astronomy class, remember?” You quickly introduced. “Sehun, this is Doyoung, Ten, Chanyeol, Wendy, and Joy.”

All of them greeted him in their own respective ways, Chanyeol even going as far as handing him a cup, sloshing with liquid. Sehun looked down at it, unsure what to do.

“Of course we know who he is,” Doyoung laughed. He looked Sehun up and down, before a mischievous glint appeared in his brown eyes. “You never shut up about him.”

You missed the way Sehun’s eyes comically widened, and his face turning scarlet. Instead, you were shooting your best friend an unamused look. “Doyoung, you’re tipsy and it’s not even 8 yet. That’s a new low.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Ten wanted to do shots as soon as we got here!”

The raven haired boy in question merely shrugged, an unapologetic grin on his lips. “Guilty as charged.”

“So, Sehun,” Wendy promptly changed the subject, turning to the man who hadn’t said a word since entering the kitchen. “What’s your major?”

“Well,” Sehun cleared his throat since it had sounded a little scratchy. Thankfully the music was not as loud in the kitchen, and so there was no need to shout amongst each other. “I’m majoring in Astronomy.”

“Really?” Joy added. “What made you want to major in it?”

Sehun was hesitant at first but after sending a quick glance your way, he began to tell the story he told you a few weeks back.

“A space nerd, nice.” Doyoung murmured, taking another shot.

“Hey Sehun, have you heard of this game?” Chanyeol finally looked up from his phone long enough, to show Sehun the game he had been addicted to for several weeks now.

You found a smile subconsciously make its way onto your face as you watched Sehun begin to open up more to your friends.

“Why the hell are you guys holed up in the kitchen?” you nearly had a heart attack at Suho’s sudden appearance at the doorway of the kitchen, his hands full of beer cases. “Go out there and get wild!”

You were basically ushered out by the short boy, who claimed you weren’t having “enough fun” and “wasting a perfectly good party”.

Sehun found himself by your side again, still not completely comfortable with the scene yet, and only knowing you out of everyone there.

The real party only got started at 9. That was when Heechul and Johnny, one of Heechul’s good friends, set up the beer pong table in the living room.

You had been sitting with your group of friends on the couches, talking, when you heard Johnny cry “who’s up first?”

“We are!” You hollered, grabbing Sehun’s hand and dragging him with you to the table.

“What?!” Poor Sehun didn’t even get a chance to process what had happened until he was stood in front of several cups of beer.

You realized you were still holding his hand and hastily let go, pretending nothing had happened by giving him a bright smile. “Come on, it’s not a party without beer pong! You have to make the memories last!”

Sehun still looked unsure.

“Don’t worry, I’m pretty good at this. You’ll be soon tasting victory.”

“Are you guys ready?”

You looked across and saw Heechul and Johnny each picking a ball, far too ready for the game to begin.

You nodded, handing Sehun a ball. “You should go first, since it’s your first time.”

He nodded, getting ready to take aim. “I just have to get it into a cup, right?”

“Precisely. It’s okay if you don’t get it, though.”

He threw it as you were speaking, and as expected, he missed the cup in the corner by a few centimetres.

“Dammit.” He muttered, but you assured him it was fine.

Johnny tossed his ball and it landed nicely in the cup right in front of Sehun, he looked at it in confusion.

“Drink it!” Johnny cheered.

Sehun picked up the cup and was slowly bringing it to his mouth when you grabbed it from him.

“Gimme that!” You said, and finishing the contents in one go. You grimaced as the drink burned your throat but still made sure to slam the empty cup down in a dramatic fashion.

When you opened your eyes, you found Sehun looking at you in shock.

“You told me that you’re not a drinker.” You explained. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll just drink them all.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded eagerly. “It’s fine. Now come on, we have to win this thing!”

Your turn went smoothly, the ball falling perfectly into the cup right in the middle. Heechul drank it with ease.

It went back and forth for a while, and every time a ball landed on your side, before Sehun could even think of taking it you would snatch it and down it.

Sehun was getting better and finally managed to land one in on his third try.

He cried in triumph, and you realized it was the loudest you had ever seen him. He was laughing and it caused you to join in, though you were already feeling extra giddy due to the alcohol in your system.

You gave him a high five and a blinding smile before continuing on the game. After that, every time he landed one in, you would high five, sometimes without even looking at each other and as you got more intoxicated, it became more difficult to do so, causing him to laugh in a way that made you stomach churn.

Or maybe that was the beer mixing in your stomach. Who knew.

You ended up losing the game against Heechul and Johnny, which was understandable since they were the crowned kings of beer pong.

While they cheered and toasted a cup in victory, Sehun spun to face you. “I thought you said you were good at this game!”

“I am! It’s not my fault they’re legendary!” You defended.

“We have to play another round. We have to win.”

You never expected to see Sehun this competitive, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

“Let’s do this.” You said, finishing what remained of the last drink.

Your next game was against Ten and Doyoung, both of which were a little tipsy at this point. This would be a fairly easy game to win.

The game was pretty neck and neck, both sides doing the best that they could despite the world beginning to tip over slightly. You were still drinking all of the cups on your side, refusing to let Sehun even touch them. This was beginning to affect you, your aims getting sloppier, but Sehun was quickly making up for it with his increasingly accurate shots.

There was just one cup left on the other side, and Sehun already had the small white ball twisting in his fingers, getting ready to toss it. His jaw was set and his lower lip had sunk beneath his teeth as he concentrated on his aim, and looking at his side profile like this made you realize just what a sight this was.

Just as you had begun to admire the structure of his jawline, and the way his body looked in that button down shirt, he threw the ball and it landed exactly in the cup.

“We won!” He yelled, throwing his hands in the air and looking at you with the happiest smile you had ever seen. The laughter that came out of his mouth made your stomach twist in a pleasant way, and you knew for a fact that you wanted to hear it again.

“Hell yeah! You did it, Sehunnie!” you cheered giving him a high five and dancing around in joy.

You were both too excited about your win to notice your slip up of what could only be referred to as a cute nickname, although this wouldn’t be the first time you called him Sehunnie that night.

You played a few more rounds, winning most of them, despite you getting more and more intoxicated.

Sehun noticed this with worry, for while he was perfectly fine, you were having trouble standing still.

You were about to drink another cup before Sehun snatched it out of your hands. “I think I’ll take this one. You’ve had enough.”

You pouted. “But you said you don’t drink.”

“It’s fine, one drink won’t kill me.” You watched intently as he drank it, his face contorting as it hit his throat and his nose scrunched up in an adorable fashion.

You giggled. “You’re so cute.”

The tips of Sehun’s ears turned pink at your words, but he made no comment, and you were none the wiser, already moving on to the next topic when the song had switched.

“Oh my God, I love this song!” You gasped. You took hold of Sehun’s hand and began pulling him towards the open space in the living room. “C’mon, Sehunnie, dance with me!”

There were protests by the other team at watching you walk away in the middle of a game, but Sehun only shot them an apologetic look, not knowing what else to do but follow you with his hand still clasped in yours.

You led him to what you deemed as the perfect spot and spun yourself around using his hand, resulting in another fit of giggles. You began to dance, the beat of the song going in time with your heartbeat. You were so engulfed in your dancing that you hadn’t noticed Sehun just standing there awkwardly.

“What’s wrong, Sehunnie?” you were pouting again, and if you had been sober, you would have been beyond embarrassed.

“I can’t dance.” he admitted sheepishly.

“Nonsense!” you hiccupped, and took hold of both of his hands and placed them around your waist while you wrapped yours behind his neck. “Like thisss,” you slurred, and began to sway back and forth.

“This is a pretty fast paced song, though, (Y/N).” Sehun chuckled.

You ignored him, and continued to sway to the music, even beginning to hum a song from the top of your head, causing Sehun to smile. He had never seen you like this, and he found it very amusing.

You slow danced to Kanye West for a while and your eyes were starting to flutter close, your mind too hazy to see anything clearly.

Once the song was over, Sehun started to let go of your waist only to realize you were falling asleep on his shoulder.

“Dammit, (Y/N), why are you like this.” He sighed. He wasn’t sure what to do so he tried to wake you up by nudging your shoulder and repeating your name in your ear.

“That tickles.” You giggled, squirming at the feeling of his breath on your ear.

“Oh thank God you’re awake.” He sighed in relief.

“Hey guys, we’re about to play spin the bottle, you in?” Joy asked, already prepared with an empty bottle in her hand.

“What is this, high school?” Chen commented sarcastically, as he overheard, but Joy just shot him a glare.

“I don’t know…” Sehun started, but you were wide awake again, and tugging on his sleeve.

“Yes! We have to play, Sehunnie! You need to make your first party count!”

“Sehunnie?” Joy laughed. Sehun just shrugged in response.

“Fine, as long as you’re sitting down, because, boy, are you heavy.” Sehun grunted, having you lean on him was getting tiring.

You were sat on the couches again. Surrounding you were Joy, Suho, Chen, Doyoung, and a few others your inebriated mind couldn’t quite remember.

The game started with Joy and she spun the bottle as Chen was complaining.

“I can’t believe we’re playing this. I haven’t played this since I was 15! Who even thought this was a good idea.”

“Oh shut up, will you?” Joy snapped, placing both hands on his face and pecking him on the lips.

Chen’s eyes widened, even more so when he saw the nose of the bottle pointing towards him.

Joy was about to pull away to get back to the game when Chen grabbed the back of her neck and brought her lips back to his.

“Alright guys, first of all, gross. Second of all, let’s move on.” Suho rolled his eyes, and took the bottle and spun it.

A few rounds passed rather uneventfully, at least for you. You thought you were going to lose your mind if you saw one of your friends kissing again. But then again, with your state of mind, who knew how much of the night you were going to remember clearly.

You were losing interest when you suddenly heard your name being called. You looked at the table and registered the bottle pointing at you.

“Who’s the lucky guy?” You smirked.

“Yours truly.” Doyoung winked.

“That’s disgusting.” You protested.

“I know right? Like I would want to kiss you.”

You were both complaining at how disgusting it was, before you finally gave in and pecked him quickly, just to get it over with.

It was the worst mistake you made in your life.

“Gross! It’s like kissing my brother!” You gagged, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand, and Doyoung wasn’t any better off, grimacing and looking like he regretted his entire life.

You thought it couldn’t get any worse, until you realized it was your turn. You spun the bottle and to your horror it landed on Sehun.

Your stomach immediately twisted in that funny way that was now growing familiar to you, and you looked at him sitting next to you. His own eyes were wide as he realized what this meant.

You vaguely heard the others cheering you on, but you could barely hear them over the sound of your heart pounding in your chest.

Sehun looked really uncomfortable but he still closed his eyes and leaned in, just as you were doing.  

You were really close to him, closer than you had ever been, and you could feel his breath on your face, when your stomach churned in that way again and your eyes shot open.

“I think I’m going to puke.”

“What?”

Your hand shot to your mouth and you immediately stood up and ran towards the bathroom in the back of the apartment.

Joy was yelling after you and you felt her hand on your shoulder, asking if you were okay.

You were feeling dizzy and sick and vaguely registered Joy yelling at the couple making out in the bathroom to get the fuck out, before leading you to the toilet.

You puked all of the nights drinks and felt absolutely terrible.

“There, there, let it all out.” Joy held back your hair and scrunched her nose at the foul smell filling up the bathroom.

You kind of blanked out what happened next. You continued to puke and you briefly remembered Joy sitting with you until you felt well enough to go back out there.

“You go ahead, I’ll just wash up and join you.” You said, once your mind was finally working right again.

“You sure?” You nodded, gesturing her out. “Alright, alright I’m leaving.”

After washing your face and quickly rinsing your mouth with mouthwash to rid yourself of the lingering vomit taste, you made your way back into the living room, where you found Joy standing there and smiling.

“What are you smiling at?” You asked, standing beside her, and following her line of sight. Sehun was standing amongst Chen, Suho, Doyoung, and Chanyeol, laughing about what was most likely another one of Chan’s tall tales.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to tell you,” Joy started, and you looked away from Sehun to look at your friend. “Sehun is definitely not like I expected him to be.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I expected him to be rude, and judgemental, but he’s just a shy fluffball.”

You grinned at that, and looked back at him, the way he pushed his glasses back up his nose from where they began to slide down, the way his eyes would squint as he laughed, and even though the music was loud, you swore you could still hear the sound of his laughter.

“Honestly, I was surprised when I met him too. But he’s actually nice, and thoughtful, and smart, and sometimes he tries to hide his laughter but it makes him snort in this really cute way. But tonight, he wasn’t like the Sehun I knew. I think I’ve seen a new side to him.”

There it was again - the Sehun you knew.

“He’s really cute, isn’t he?”

You didn’t even think twice before replying. “The absolute cutest.”

It was then that Sehun looked over and caught your eye, a smile immediately forming on his lips as he waved at you.

It was as you saw him walking towards you that it hit you.

Your stomach twisted in that way again, and you realized that maybe it wasn’t due to the beer but something else entirely. Maybe it was due to the boy walking towards you.

It hit you hard and all at once, like a meteor finally colliding with you, the planet earth, and erasing all of your previous thoughts and assumptions just like it had gotten rid of dinosaurs billions of years ago.

You knew that was an absolutely terrible analogy to how you were feeling, but you didn’t care, because your heart was pounding and your palms were sweaty and your throat had suddenly gone dry as you came to one single conclusion.

You had a major crush on Sehun. 

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