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jaidasstuff · 1 year

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“Best Friends” - Chris Motionless

Summary: confessing his feelings for his best friend

It was a Friday evening, Chris and I met had up at 6 pm, like every week. You could say that it was a kind of tradition between us and usually we did it every week, except for when Chris was on tour with his band. his band is called motionless in white and to be honest i’m quite a big fan girl. Him and I have been friends for basically a decade now and we both consider us best friends, at least i think we do. Lately he's been acting strange around me but I guess it's just some odd phase going on. don’t get me wrong we’re both acting strange sometimes but this time it’s something else, i can tell. I know he's a pretty busy person since he's famous and all, but I really miss the old Chris, it's a bit selfish i know that but I wish he would've never gotten this excessively famous. Things changed between the two of us these past weeks and I hate that. I'm a person that always despised change, because of my social anxiety. although it’s not just that, if I'm being honest I fell for him a while ago but never told him anyway. I won't consider it now, since there's a lot he could lose from being in a relationship at this point. chris loves his fans and they would be furious if they knew, or at least i’m fearing they will. "Y/N!" He loudly said, confused as to why i was zoning out, it got me back to reality real quick. "Oh gosh sorry, I was just lost in my own thoughts" I apologized, feeling guilty that I didn't listen to what he was actually saying. i didn’t even know what topic he was speaking about.. Gosh I must've been out of it for quite some time. "I guessed that already, Y/N" he replied smirking at me which made me roll my eyes, that little fucker always being sarcastic, which only made him even more attractive to me "but seriously we need to talk now" he said and sat up since we were both laying on his black king sized bed. "Sure what's wrong?" I asked nervously since I didn't really know what this actually was about. To be honest I was scared that he'd say something along the lines ‘i noticed your little crush on me, can’t have that so i’ll be going now’ but you never know until you do talk about it and maybe it’s just my anxiety speaking up."So I've been meaning to talk to you about something or well uh rather tell you about something" he stuttered, not looking at me but the movie that was muted and still on. "What's this about Chris? You know you can always talk to me if something is wrong or you need someone, we're best friends" I reassured him, giving him a sweet comforting smile. At least I tried to hide my nervousness which seemed to work at least a bit. Wow am i good at hiding stuff?! "I know Y/N but that's exactly what i'm talking about it.. that's the actual problem!" Chris sighed and i was confused as hell. What was the fucking problem? Us being best friends? I really couldn't think about any reason why he'd say something like that as a reply to what i just said. "Huh? I don't quite understand what the problem or well our problem is. Aren't we fine? Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? at least tell me what i did before you stop being friends with me?" I asked him shaking my head, i’m getting even more nervous now. "No that's not what I meant at all!" He sighed and i knew he was getting frustrated by now "then tell me!" I replied, now looking at my best friend. I really felt bad seeing him like this but what was I supposed to do when I literally don't know what's going on.

"I fell for you, Y/N that's our problem!" He yelled and got up, trying to walk away from the situation. No that's definitely not gonna happen, he better not try to really walk away now! now I got up as fast as possible and got in front of him. Chris was very tall compared to me, it's one of my favorite things about this man. his height is something I've always loved. There are too many things i like about my best friend, it's ridiculous by now. if someone asked me to name one thing about him, i wouldn't be able to stop myself from listing everything, not just one thing. "Please don't walk away now! You know we have a rule about this" i told him as calm as i could, looking at his troubled face. Chris and me only have one fucking rule in our friendship, but it's the most important rule for me, he agreed to it because he knows why it's so important. We would never leave while fighting, it basically means we don't go to sleep while still mad at each other or walk away, anything like that practically. I'm so thankful that this promise was always kept and he never left me, so him trying to means it's troubling him a lot more than i thought. "I know, I'm sorry angel. i really didn't mean to do that, right now it’s just stressing me out so much" he softly whispered and looked down at me, he earned a small nod to reassure him that i'm not actually mad at him. "Also I do love you too you know that, right?" I admitted shyly trying to avoid looking at the man that i dearly loved. "What?" He asked, in disbelief, so I'm gonna prove it to him. I got on my tip toes and kissed him genuinely, at first he tensed up a bit since he usually doesn’t like sudden skin ship but he ended up kissing me back. that’s a good sign! It felt like fireworks exploding in my whole fucking body, i loved this already. "so what does that make us now?" i asked chris after a while of us kissing each other. "that means you, Y/N, are my girlfriend now" he replied cockily while pulling me down onto his bed "wanna watch another movie? that one was actually boring, wouldn't you agree?" he said making me laugh at his silly behavior "yes let’s watch another one! which one do you want to watch?" i asked him looking at my boyfriend. chris smiled sweetly at me while putting on some movie before replying "let's watch your favorite movie the emperor's new groove". gosh i really loved this guy!

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jboofan · 2 years

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Chances 18

YN's about to find out that sometimes a gorgeous man can come up with a plan all his own, and it's a given that it'll mess hers up.

Jungkook x YN

Chapter 18 Cake and Tiddies

"Wait," he felt brave, YN looking up at him, had she missed something? He stole a kiss moving away just as the front door opened, saving him from a slap as a massive doberman ran past Taehyung for them.

YN felt a massive weight upon her chest as her attention was momentarily propelled towards Jungkook's face, and the sudden urge to slap him.

She watched Jungkook's face contort from a cheeky smirk to a look of sheer horror in a matter of milliseconds. Before she was able to blink twice, Bam had leapt onto her, their eyes connected and YN swore in that moment she had never been so petrified.

Two large ears flapped in her face, she managed to make out the tail of the massive 6 month old as Jungkook's mind stopped working, unable to compute whether he should save Bam from YN or YN from Bam.

"Oh my god!" Taehyung tried to grab him and lead him away but the dog was having none of it.

Bam barked loudly as the others moved him away.

"Yah!" Jungkook exclaimed, "Ya Bamie did you, did you just bark at me?!"

Bam barked again for good measure until they understood him. Get out the way so I can see YN. Giver of the best behind the ear rubs and extra snacks.

"Ah, the better Jeon," smirked YN now having recovered from the initial assault and walking in behind them.

"Jeon Bam Ssi," she slipped her heels off as Jimin proudly handed her a new pair.

"YN Ssi," he called out reverently, "Please accept these slippers from us," he placed them neatly at her feet and shuffled back.

"So you'll always have your own pair whenever you visit the dorm," Taehyung added, "we didn't get you anything earlier, but we thought you would like these. They're Gucci."

Be nice YN. She told herself. This was going to be hella awkward but it's not your first rodeo!

"Um, thank you. You didn't have to go to such trouble though.." she couldn't believe they had splurged on such an expensive item for her. She almost felt guilty until she played back the last few times they viewed her as entertainment.

Taehyung took her handbag, carefully placed it on the coffee table and ushered her to the sofas with literal stars in his eyes.

"So how was the ride here, you guys are a little late. Was there lots of traffic? Did you like the gardens, they are very pretty when the lights go on. Do you know G-Dragon sunbienim also has a penthouse here. I think it's just a rumour as I've never seen him, and no one seems to have confirmed it.." he looked at her, his mouth in overdrive. "Don't worry, YN," he smiled with that child like boxy smile "You must be thinking oh Taehyung you're not your usual chatterbox self, but don't worry let me get a drink and then I'll feel energised and we can talk some more!"

YN blinked blankly as someone led Bam away and Namjoon arrived to save her from the Kim Radio show.

"YN, thank you for coming," he bowed politely, "We really wanted to treat you to a meal, as part of our apology. On behalf of everyone we are very sorry, but very happy that you decided to come!"

YN felt her ears heat up, "Really, it's fine," she'd managed to look around as everyone was making such an effort. "But you already gave gifts and—"

Jungkook stared off into space it seemed, zoning out as he stood there a stupid smile on his face as he simply gazed at her.

YN looked at him, catching him in the act, watching his cheeks tint in embarrassment.

"Fuck," he choked on his own spit as she caught him, further embarrassed by the sniggers from some of the others.

"Yah, less crushing on YN and more helping Jungkook-ah," Hope giggled as Jungkook mumbled an excuse about the light getting in his eyes as he disappeared off to grab some refreshments.

Jungkook couldn't help but smile as they took seats. He couldn't stop smiling through dinner.

YN spotted the carbonara, and it took simply having a taste to realise.

"Did Bang PD make this?" she put the fork down gently, the swirl of creamy flavour in her mouth.

Jin nodded.

Of course it was, she could recognise that taste anywhere.

"Has he made it for you before too?" he scoffed, "And there I was, thinking he made it for the first time!"

"It's fine," she twisted her fork, "it's still delicious."

For all his faults, he had learned in Italy how to make the perfect pasta, even she couldn't fault the taste. With nothing to say, they fell into quiet, the sound of drinking, cutlery against plates took up all the room.

Jungkook surveyed her, she'd barely touched her dinner. Or any of the other food either.

"If it's too much, don't worry about finishing it," he said as the conversation momentarily halted.

"It's not that," she politely nodded as everyone looked at her. "I'm just not used to eating a lot that's all," she admitted, realising the last time she had eaten well had been a few days ago.

"So is it true?" Jin broke the silence first, sipping his beer, seeing her become uneasy.

"What Seokjin Ssi?" she'd been engrossed in the face they her father had been over here, making her dinner just a few hours ago.

"That you're going to debut? Wah! YN, an idol!"

"I don't consider myself an idol," she shook her head at Him, she never had considered herself one if she really had to think about it, perhaps at a very very long stretch. "I'm a musician."

"We heard you in New York, Bang PD-nim should have had you debut earlier," Hope grinned as he sat down beside Yoongi and searched for a spare fork.

"Have you started on your album?" Taehyung smiled, stars in his eyes that such a producer was joining them for dinner, he sat along with the others hooked on her every word.

"Um, yes. I have some tracks I haven't yet nailed down," as protective as she was on of her craft, YN would fight to the death to protect her full feature album, at all costs. As much as she didn't want to discuss work, working on music was what made her feel alive. But this evening, it felt natural to answer their questions, albeit with caution. She didn't know his members on a close level, if she really admitted it she didn't know much about Jungkook either.

Her eyes momentarily found his, and she couldn't work out the look on his face, but he had stared for ages.

Her hand shook involuntarily, as she placed it back in her lap trying hard to not be so socially awkward. But the more she tried to act warm the harder it felt to do so. She wasn't a naturally talkative person to those she didn't know or had gotten to know. But she didn't question their genuine wanting to apologise to her.

"We would love to collaborate with you!" Jin beamed. "I've actually been working on a follow up song to my tuna one, and if you have time perhaps you could look it over?" He pushed a bowl of freshly cooked prawns towards her.

"Hyung, why the heck would she want to do that," Namjoon asked, embarrassed.

"Why not? It got millions of likes!" he defended.

Jungkook watched her the rest of the evening. The way in which she fielded questions expertly, how she never tired of the endless supply of laughter or how she spoke about wine like a genuine expert.

She doesn't even know how gorgeous she looks when she smiles does she?

"Cmon, there is a wine that you could pair with ice cream?"

Yoongi chuckled, impressed as several names rolled off her tongue. Jungkook snapped out of his daydreams in time for the group to go off and disperse to their agreed duties.

"Hey, weren't you listening?" Yoongi called him again, "me and you are emptying the recycling. Award winning producer, member of the biggest band in the world - reduced to recycling duty," he grumbled.

The evening was beginning to wind down, small groups of conversation scattered around their living room as he watched, jealous as she spent time with everyone else.

Angrily, alone by the window he typed furiously, watching her in the kitchen deep in conversation.

Jungkook was ready to tell her that the petty, heart on fire feeling he was enduring right now was jealousy and he didn't want to share. The chance to tell her that never came.

Not when Namjoon tripped on his slippers, looking down momentarily; just enough time for a rest of the sheet cake that they had gone to several bakeries to locate went flying onto someone.

YN had simply walked a few steps towards the living room, laughter and shouts as music played quietly.

By the time she had heard Namjoon swear, and turned around, it was too late.

"Noo!" she gasped as cake splattered all over her face, cropped top, neck and parts of her arms. YN looked down at her top, gasping as the icing made it's way down her cleavage.

"I am so, so so sorry," she heard, as people came running over with tissues. Jungkook ran to her, to only slip on cake and fall flat on his back with a loud thud. Looking up from the floor, slightly winded he recognised the back of those trousers and hair; YN.

As he clambered back to his feet, as he neared he realised the apologetic looks on their faces, handing her tissues, as Hobi comforting an upset Namjoon and noticed that the rest of the cake was on her just as much as it was on him.

"YN?" he called out to her as he reached her. So angry, YN's ears rang out in a high pitched shrill, as she stood awkwardly, gasping at the cold cake all over her body.

"My c-c-clothes are all r-r-ruined," she managed to say. She looked like she was going to cry.

"Oh God, baby I am so sorry," he said looking at her, not noticing his Freudian slip, or the looks the others swapped with each other. She looked back at him with those big brown doe like eyes, shiny with what looked like anger.

"This is limited edition," she sniffed, closing her eyes as she imagined the dry cleaning bill.

"It's ok we can get you spare clothes, come on, let me help you," he held out his hand as he stepped around the crumbs and bits of cake and frosting.

YN looked around her, she had managed to trap herself in cake, and could feel the cream squelch between her feet, having stupidly left her new gifted Gucci slippers by the table.

Jungkook looked at her. "Come on."

"I can't move," she told him awkwardly.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I said I can't, so I can't. Stop being so, you!"

"You just have to always argue with me don't you? For once do as I tell you!"

"Jeez guys, calm down," Jimin's Busan accent coming out. "If you guys are gonna have a domestic, we'll leave you to it."

Jungkook and YN both turned in unison and gave him a dirty look. Yoongi laughed, "Damn, I think we should make ourselves scarce."

"Not until you've cleared this cake up boys," Jin shouted, as he went off in search of cleaning supplies.

Jungkook rested his hands on his hips, "give me your hands."

"Jeon, if I move I'm going to slip," she managed through gritted teeth. "I've got cake and frosting in my god damn toes, it's stuck to my clothes, and if I lean over I'm gonna give you a free sh—"

He didn't wait for her to finish her sentence and stepped forward through the exploded mess and picked her up. Sad that she weighed barely anything in his arms. How was she not sick from barely eating?

"Careful there's cake everywhere, I don't want to fall," she advised as he walked her towards his room, YN gripping onto his damp shirt to avoid meeting the floor once more.

Her arms snaked around his thick neck, he felt her gently pull on his heart strings and it concerned him, at just how small her wrists were.

"You're not going to fall," he reassured her as he let her down gently just outside his room.

Jungkook opened the door for her, and she walked through gingerly on the heels of her feet to avoid making a further mess. He unbuttoned his shirt as he locked the door after him.

YN scanned the huge room, a massive bed and open wardrobe that took up the whole of one wall asking the other side of the room, and an ajar door, which she hoped led to a bathroom.

So this is his room.

YN wasn't sure what she felt about being in it. Nervous? Apprehensive? Definitely nervous.

Jungkook used his shirt to wipe the rest of the cake off himself and dumped it in the corner. He rummaged through his cupboard and pulled out a T-shirt for her. Sure his room was special to him, and he never allowed people in, but here she was walking around confidently touching his things and he wanted her to.

YN looked around the room for somewhere private to change but the whole room was open plan. He spied her look around, unsure if she was uncomfortable because of him. "What do you think? We're not allowed to buy our own places yet, but my room is big enough. I hope you like it," he shot her with his bunny grin.

"It's fine, I promise not to look, not unless you want me to," he added the last bit just to tease her, but YN was not ready to laugh given the fact she was sure there was cake even up her nose.

Sheepishly, Jungkook turned his back to her, and gentlemanly stayed that way whilst she took off her top and wiped herself down. So much cake in fact, it was easier to jump into the shower but there was no way she was going to do that here, and in front of him, until she looked in the mirror. YN gasped as she saw just how bad she looked.

"You can use the shower if you need to. You've got cake everywhere," he informed her, as though reading her mind.

"Yeah, well you look like your hair's been eating cake too," she said pointing to him.

He looked in the mirror, "Aish" he cursed trying to reach the now sticky frosting the back of his neck between his shoulder blades.

Jungkook handed her a fresh towel and went to sit on the bed, as he heard the shower turned on next door. Several moments later, she emerged in his towel, barefoot with damp hair.

He sat in his trousers, watching her pad over to his wardrobe and click through the hangers as though she was in a store. She picked up, inspected and put back several t-shirts before settling on a black oversized one, and one of his blazers.

"Do you mind?" he gingerly held out a small towel. Slender fingers touched his as she reached out for the face towel.

Jungkook turned his back and she took a moment to appreciate that broad back, the sharp shoulder blades, and those toned muscular back muscles.

He felt the towel gently rub at the dried cream, he took the opportunity to see the two of them in the full length mirror nearby. He stood topless, whilst taking in her towelled figure, beads of water dripped off her bare shoulders and she wiped off the last of it.

Is this how it would be, if we were, a couple?

She finished his back for him and handed it back; the brief touch of her hands on his skin had him in goosebumps.

He watched her silently move away to redress, gulping he reimagined the treasures that lay beneath her lucky towel.

"I should have just slipped into the shower with you, you know - save on the water," Jungkook found himself licking his lips at her, shocked at just how much he enjoyed sex. They'd only done it twice, but now he understood what all the fuss was about!

Jungkook grabbed the end of her towel and playfully tugged it towards him as she gripped it hard. His eyes traced a line of water, as it followed the line of her shoulder, down the curve of her chest, pushed up by the towel as she tried to stop it dropping.

"I need to ask you something," he managed, chest to towel.

"And it can't wait til I've dressed? You still have cake down your back," she moved her hands away to avoid getting messy again.

Jungkook licked his lips, drawing her closer and pulling her towel clean off her.

She gasped as she felt the towel removed from her body, and Jungkook's mouth firmly latched onto a nipple.

"Jungkook?!" she gasped as he sucked harder, pulling more of her breast into his mouth. Hands pushed against his shoulders to try and unlatch him. "Ow! Jeon get off me! There's no milk in there, why the fuck are you sucking so hard!" she almost screamed in his ears, unable to get the grown man off her.

She heard his belt buckle hit the carpet, and he wiggled out of his boxers and athletically picked her up, stalking back into the shower with her; pulling her back under the shower again.

"Don't be angry at me," he finally came up for air, licking his hand and moving it back down her legs.

"I didn't get angry at you. I am angry at this situation," she slapped his hand away as she felt it feel for her pussy.

"Don't get angry at your man," he told her again as he lowered her back to the shower floor, before getting down on his own knees pushing his tongue into her pussy, licking at her like she was covered in honey.

"You are most definitely not my man," she opened her legs wider for him. "Just because I let you fuck me doesn't mean that's who you are."

His tongue flicked harder before pulling away to look up at her. "You're my first and last," he told her again, no matter how many times, he would keep saying it until she believed him.

"I'm the only one allowed to fuck you, ever. End of story," he slapped her pussy with his hand as she gasped, and slapped his face.

She watched his jaw harden as he stood up to his full height again.

"Don't slap any part of me. Am I clear?" YN pulled back her hand and put space between them.

"And I am not your anything."

"I can change that. I got a marriage licence in my desk drawer. Let's fix that right now baby girl."

"No thanks. This is sex. Pure and simple. If you're gonna catch feelings this isn't going to work."

Jungkook pulled her aggressively towards him, squeezing her ass as he bit her nipples again.

"I told you already Mrs Jeon. I fucked you and only you. That's it. I don't need anyone else. Besides," he kneeled down and kissed her folds again, looking up at her for a reaction, "I know you prefer us to have sex at yours and not here. I'm not going to take you in the shower, at least not right here" he began licking her again, loud slurps as he enjoyed his dessert, feeling her wash the remainder of cake off him with the shower head as he did so.

"You need to stop," she tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "Your friends are all outside," she reminded him between moans.

Annoyed at the fact she was right, he followed her out the shower as she dried off for a second time, admiring her as she slipped into her underwear, pulling one of his t-shirts on, and then his blazer before rubbing her damp hair with the towel.

Jungkook looked at her, she'd wore his T-shirt like a dress and somehow made it look as though it was always meant to be worn that way. She held her towel in her hands and walked past him to sit down at his dresser to dry her hair. Jungkook tried not to stare at her, as he smelt the scent of his shower gel on her.

YN sat with her back to him, carefully drying her hair. He was soon behind her again, gently moving her locks from her shoulder to kiss it.

"I want to go home please."

He looked up, their eyes locked in the mirror and he knew that despite her not being angry at him, she was still upset at having had cake thrown at her.

"Sure," he gave her one last kiss before walking off to his bed and pulling fresh joggers back on.

Jungkook rooted for a spare T-shirt and pulled it over his head, hoping she would change her mind. YN sneaked in a quick glance of his bare chest before turning away.

They both headed to the door at the same time. YN turned to face him. "Um, thank you," she managed. It pained her to say the words, as she thought back to what was waiting for her outside.

"He didn't mean it. They really wanted to make it up to you. They want to be friends with you. I want you all to get along."

"Please, I don't want to talk about it, I'm still trying to forget that." She shook her head and unlocked the door.

Coming here was a bad idea.

Jungkook locked the door again, unsure what she was thinking, but it couldn't have been good.

"I didn't want to say anything in front of my hyungs. I need to talk to you. Please, let me date you. Let me show you I can be your boyfriend. You don't need someone like Kai. You need me. I want you to need me. I need you to want me like I want you."

YN was confused. This conversation, there was no happy ending to it. He was apologising to her for the cake, acknowledging what she had done to him, he was sharing feelings. She tried hard to ignore her phone, as it went off at the worst time ever. She recognised the ringtone.

"I cannot be anything to you. You know I can't. And you know you can't be anything to me either."

YN shook her head, in the back of her mind, she could still see his eyes closed, the pain in his voice danced in front of him, large hues of red, he was angry at her. "ARMY would never accept us. Bang would never accept us."

"I'll be anything you want me to be, just don't end this," he moved closer to her. "If you don't want to be my girlfriend, then I'll accept it," he said with a heavy heart, "we can be part time."

"Part time? What are you talking about? I just want to go home please."

"Friends that fuck each other. I'll take that if that's all that's on the table."

Jungkook snatched her ringing phone from her hand, and saw the caller ID. It was a BM something.

"Annyeonghaseyo," she cleared her voice as she looked him in the eye with soft eyes, watching his grip loosen on the phone as she answered it.

"I'm out at the minute. Will be back in abit. I'll call you back.."

Jungkook listened as the male voice asked where she was, and if she was alright, when she said nothing at all except she was out and on her way back home shortly he waited for her to cut the call.

"Who was that?"

"A friend," she slipped the phone back into her pocket.

"Why not say where you are. Tell him the truth, that you were with me," Jungkook told her after.

Wait, why did I just say that?

"Please unlock the door," her voice cleared as he stood so close to her. He stared at her lips, and found it hard to look away. He couldn't help it. When he was around her, he was a pervert and he couldn't stop himself.

Jungkook felt her tense under his touch, at the mere mention of his inner thoughts. He wasn't sure if he said something wrong or what, but she flashed him that irritated scowl she gave with her custom roll of the eyes he was getting to know so well. So he got brave and pushed the conversation further.

"Why is your friend calling so late?"

"I don't know. I said I would return his call later at a more suitable time." She felt her phone ping, but now was not the time to answer it.

"Are you free tomorrow, maybe we could grab some lunch?" he asked to keep her attention but it was waning as she was ready to go.

"I'm in the studio tomorrow."

"You're always in the studio. Why is he making you work too hard?" he asked concentrating on her waist, as he slid a hand past her waist, to the door handle and kept it firmly there.

"If you were having to make your debut album, I would try to understand the need for you to be there," she looked at him unimpressed, "And Bang Ssi doesn't make me do anything, he lets me do everything. I enjoy working for him, even if I do need a small break sometimes."

“Nice to have a break, then,” he points out the obvious and she rolls her eyes at him.

The awkward goodbye to his members, the even more awkward silence in the car was almost unbearable.

Jungkook sat, depressed at the realisation that his possible chances of convincing YN he was good boyfriend material went out the window, when that cake hit her in the face.

"Maybe I can call you tomorrow?" he asked as they passed the last set of traffic lights to her complex car park. A few more minutes and they would be there; which meant he had approximately three minutes of her company left.

Her long lashes looked back at him. "Even if I say no, you don't seem to know how to follow that instruction."

YN gave up ignoring the barrage of messages in the BIG TIDDIE COMMITTEE group chat. If she didn't at least reply in there, it wouldnt be long before one of them called her again. She tapped a few replies quickly, before dropping it into her handbag and reached for her keys.

He smirked. She was still being sarcastic, which meant she hadn't given up the effort to insult him. He was still in with a chance.

Jungkook looked over at her, glimpsing her one last time, even the car park lights failed to make her look less than stunning to him. She was back on her phone, not wanting to say anything for fear she would upset him.

They again sat in silence until the sound of her unbuckling her seatbelt caught his attention.

"Thank you for driving me back. You should go," the door opened and she was already beginning to turn away from him.

Panicked, Jungkook grabbed her arm, causing her to look back at him in confusion.

"There's fog so you should ensure you drive with your fog lights on," she advised, "56% of drivers who drive when they are tired are more than 83% likely to have an accident, especially in poor driving conditions."

Jungkook, whipped off his seatbelt and leaned over to her, catching her lips with his. He kissed her lightly, but the thought of saying goodbye had him feeling upset, as he pushed his lips harder for a stolen few more.

YN looked shocked. She felt shocked. After the rough night it still surprised her that this muscle bunny was still so happy to be here with her.

She forced herself to not overthink it for once, and finally responded to the one sided kisses with one simple one of her own.

YN dipped her head ever so slightly to the side, gently meeting his kisses with just the one. She always did believe in quality over quantity.

Jungkook excited, was ready to kill the engine, follow her into her apartment, and make sure that he slide his tongue into her mouth for some action tonight.

But part of him knew that when YN said something she meant it, and she always meant what she said. YN wasn't even entertaining the rarest possibility of turning sex into something more meaningful - not that what he felt, what she evoked in him when they were together was nothing short of unthinkable.

I need to stop hoping for more. Take what she gives.

YN give him just one, small good bye kiss. It was definitely what the Google explanation he had read earlier that day described it as. It was soft, sweet and lingered just the right amount.

And it left him feeling brain-dead.

He watched her as she stepped out fully and headed for the doors, her pass letting her in and the doors closing behind.

Grinning to himself he sat there, engine switched off, repeatedly touching his puckered lips repeatedly, vowing to never wash them again.

He swore his face hurt from smiling so hard, and after ages he finally fired up his car to leave. The tingly feeling he felt was suddenly instead replaced by nervousness as he watched a car pull up, a large hooded figure rang the intercom and waited, as he recognised what was definitely YN greet him at the residents entrance.

"What the hell," he muttered, fists white as he clutched the steering wheel too tightly, as the man he definitely recognised from New York hugged her and then opened the door to his car for her.

"What the fuck?"

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bakubub · 3 years

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Best friend rigs the Secret Santa for Bakugo and yourself to get one another...

A/N: Hullo everybody!! This is part 2 (find part one HERE) of this Pinterest Prompt and part 3 will (hopefully) be the final part. I honestly thought this would be a 800 word fic but now we're barreling towards almost 5k all together whoops lol-

Warnings: Just a few swears here and there, SFW, its literally all Bakusquad shenanigans.

Word count: abt 1.5k, ENJOY <3

"Soooooo~ Who d'ya get for the cringle?" Kaminari asks, leaning back on his chair dangerously to look back at me, sitting on the desk behind him. I raise my eyebrows, since I can't just raise the one, and flick my pen expertly in my hand.

"Mr. Aizawa," I answered seriously. "I'm thinking of getting him another sleeping bag. The musty yellow one isn't really his colour."

Looking genuinely confused, Kaminari looks around to see if anyone else overheard our conversation.

I laugh at him, and kick his chair forward, causing him to shriek as he sits squarely on his butt. I look down to see a folded note on my desk, opening to read it as Mr Aizawa tells us to settle down;

Lover boy was TOTALLY just greasing off Kaminari for making you laugh. I think someone's still jealous from the whole sleeping incident...

Catching Mina's eye, I give her an I don't think so look, which she promptly rolls her eyes at. Its been a whole weekend since the 'sleeping incident', where I had woken up with Kaminari's arms wrapped around my waist and his head nestled on my stomach. Accidentally of course. We, along with Bakugo and Kirishima, had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room, talking late last Friday night.

It really wasn't a big deal... Kaminari apologised several times. I got over it, he got over it, and I don't see why Bakugo, whom Mina just loves to call 'lover boy', would even care.

Plus, I have bigger problems. Like what to get said lover boy for the Christmas Cringle we were supposed to be exchanging this Saturday. He's literally impossible to buy for. Well, I could always just buy him a new pair of shorts or something, but since I've had a crush on him since literally the first day of school, it needs to be perfect.

So far I've thought of a cookbook, an apron, a scarf since he's always wearing the brown one, or maybe even a matching beanie; then again his hair has such personality I don't even know if he CAN put a beanie over those suspiciously natural spikes...

"Hellooooo, come on, Aizawa dismissed us," Mina says, nudging my shoulder.

I snap out of my daze and gather my things, following out of the nearly empty classroom.

"Decided on what to get monsieur Hothead yet?" I sigh, already having predicted this question.

"Nope," I say, popping the p as we walk to the dorm rooms. "I'm thinking of maybe getting-"

"Hey girls, wanna meet at the common room at 6 for a rematch of UNO?" Kaminari asks, coming up from behind us and slinging an arm over my and Mina's shoulders like he always does.

"Yeah sure, we're down." Mina answers, pinching him in the side so he lets us out of his grasp. We duck away, laughing and continuing our banter, before I catch Bakugo's gaze.

"You coming too, Bakugo?" I ask, walking up next to him, ignoring my heart trying to escape its cage.

"Coming where?" He grumbles, still looking disgruntled and angry.

"We're playing UNO around 6 today in the common room. Come on, it'll be fun," I say, trying to persuade him into coming, since he never usually participates.

"HELL NO! I don't have time to waste, especially with you extras," He yells at me. I huff, rolling my eyes and continuing to ignore the feeling of my heart beating in my eyeballs, as I grumble, "you never do," and walk back next to Mina, who was now somehow in a water fight with Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero.

Overall certain that I didn't let my nerves peek through while talking to him, I don't register what's happening as Sero grabs Oijiro's water bottle out of his bag, unscrews the lid, then promptly dumps it over my head.

With Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and even Bakugo gasping in the background, I wiped the water off my face, before realising my mascara had probably smudged all over my cheeks and glared at Sero, who was slowly backing away.

I practically growl before chasing him, blindly grabbing my own water bottle out of my bag and drenching him, messing up his styled hair which has him shrieking "sorry, I'm so sorry!" and has me cackling in sweet, sweet revenge.

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"PLUS FOUR?! AGAIN KIRISHIMA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Mina screeches as she pounds Kirishima's arm from next to him, who is laughing and judging from his reaction, barely feeling her punches. I know from experience, that Mina punches hard. He has to be really tough not to show an inkling of pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really have to win this one!" He says, shooting a guilty smile Mina's way. Maybe he just doesn't feel pain in general...? I stare at him with suspicion as Mina huffs and she rolls her eyes at him, promptly dropping a four plus for the next person in our circle, who just happened to be me.

"Hey! Not cool, hypocrite." I mutter.

"I had to get my anger out somehow. I'm pretending you're Kirishima. Go on, pick up those cards, you slimy rat," Mina says smugly.

Giving her a confused look at her weird logic, I continued the game, Shoji and Hagakure also having joined in half way.

Just as I'm about to announce UNO, Bakugo stomps through the common room and sits right in between myself and Mina, crossing his legs on the floor and leaning back on his two hands.

"BAKUBRO! YOU CAME!" Kirishima yells excitedly, Kaminari and Sero also whooping and cheering.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. I finished my work and came to see what you idiots were doing." He says, voice gruff but not screaming for once.

I raise my brows at him, and he scowls and looks the other way, not being able to face me after he so rudely rejected my invitation a few hours ago.

"Oh please, you just couldn't handle the FOMO." I say teasingly, smirking at him without fully turning my face so the others can hear.

Sero stifles a laugh and Kaminari looks confused before the dots connect and he also has his hand clamped around his mouth.

"She has a green 7," is all he says, a sadistic look of satisfaction overtaking his features. It takes a moment for all of us to realise what he just said.

Mina cackles as she changes the colour to red, effectively stopping me from winning the game.

Shooting him a dirty look, I lean over to grab another card, simultaneously elbowing him hard in the shin, which he doesn't even react to.

What is it with these guys and their weirdly high pain tolerance?

Ignoring him now, we continue the game, Kirishima practically slamming his last card on top of the deck. "I WON, I WON, man that was so MANLY," He celebrates as I see Mina rolling her eyes and silently fuming. I begin to shuffle and hand out the cards deliberately skipping Bakugo, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Oi, where are my cards?" He asks, annoyance evident in his tone as Kirishima continues to gloat in the background about how manly his win was and Kaminari complaining about how he never "gets the good cards." When I don't respond, Bakugo steals my cards from in front of me, leaning forward to play with the others.

Snarling, I grab my cards out of his hand, causing him to snarl back, until we're fighting for the 7 cards.

"What are you guys doing, there's a whole ass deck here, you know," Sero says, eyebrows raised and nudging Kirishima.

"These. Ones. Are. MINE." I gasp out, my knee coming around to jab him in his side as his hand pushes me down from my sternum. Oxygen knocked out of my lungs, I gasped for air as I tried to hold the cards out of his reach, my hero training kicking in as I snake my other arm around the back of his neck to hold him in an upside down headlock. Trying to push his forehead onto the ground, I give the cards to Mina, who laughs and takes them, after taking a photo of us.

Having apparently heard the camera click, Bakugo (after struggling a great deal might I smugly add) gets out of my head lock and zones in on Mina. "Delete that photo, Racoon Eyes," He snarls.

"Not in a million years. Awww, look Bakugo are you blushing?" She says, pointing at her phone.

Eyes widening and red creeping up his neck, Bakugo snatches the phone out of her hand and deletes the photo, before getting up and leaving.

"C'mon Bakubro, she's just joking," Kirishima says, following him out.

"Yeah man, you didn't even play a game yet," Sero adds.

"I HAVE STUFF TO DO!" He screams, seemingly going back to his old self.

"Didn't you just say that you finished your homework?" Kaminari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"SHUT IT, CHARGEBOLT! I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU," he says a tad too harshly, turning slightly to glare at him with bulging eyeballs. Kaminari closes his mouth and shuffles his cards, trying not to set him off again.

"Bakugo-" I start, but when he doesn't turn, I find myself letting him leave.

Staring dejectedly at Mina, she gives me a giddy smile and grabs my phone, going onto her messages and smirking as she shows me the photo he just deleted.

"I sent it to you as soon as I took it. Thank me later," she says, winking, as she gets up to leave, dragging Sero and Kaminari with her.

I look down at the slightly blurry photo, seeing me handing Mina the UNO cards under Bakugo with a desperate expression. He has his hand pressed down on my sternum, straddling my waist and looking down at me, with an unmistakable smile gracing his features. Unless that's just a new way of scowling.

The phone dims and all of a sudden I'm confronted with my own expression on the darkened screen.

A lovesick fool.

That's all I can see.

A/N: Ngl pretty proud of that ending. JUst in case I'm not as slick as I think I am, she meant herself and Bakugo, hehe <3

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

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spicycreativity · 3 years

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Soft-Shoe Shuffle - Ch 1

Chapter: 1/12 Rating: T (for language) Content Warnings: Canon-typical Remus content. This chapter only: alcohol use Characters: All Pairings: Moceit, background Prinxiety, background Intrulogical (yes I played a little game of "pair the spares") Additional Tags: Hey it's the fic I published on Anon because I was embarrassed of how utterly pretentious it is!, post-PoF, sickfic, dirty poetry, humor interspersed with philosophy and Janus-typical pontification, this is VERY speculative and will get Jossed in the future lmao Summary: After claiming his place in the Light and coming face-to-face with the consequences of his actions, Janus finds himself unwillingly re-calibrating his moral compass. For selfish reasons, of course. But one apology snowballs into several, and soon he's running around the Mindscape with a low-grade fever and a guilty conscience as he desperately tries to regain some sense of self. Oh, and he's definitely not falling in love with Patton, so don't even bring it up. One Last Note: I wrote this in an ADHD fugue state. It is HEAVILY influenced by Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment, but there are also references to poetry and various other works of literature. I also deliberately used symbols, themes, and motifs. Most of them are pretty in your face except for the recurring ouroboros, which is used as a symbol of rebirth. ...Told you it was pretentious.

When you wake up to the promise of your dream world comin' true With one less friend to call on, was it someone that I knew? Away you will go sailing in a race among the ruins If you plan to face tomorrow, do it soon

Janus appeared in the Dark side of the Mindscape, elation swelling in his chest. Even the ringing headache and bitter taste in his mouth couldn't hollow the unfamiliar triumph that warmed him to the core. Caught up in his own thoughts, it took a moment for him to register the sight before him: Remus, upside-down on the couch, his brow furrowed and face an alarming shade of purple.

For a moment, Janus stood stock-still as he tried to get his bearings. He must have been more flustered than he'd realized-- He'd been aiming for his bedroom.

But here he was, staring down at Remus, who was definitely going to burst a blood vessel (or several) if he didn't flip over soon.

"That's not horrifying at all," Janus said, thinking it would be rude to dismiss Remus, especially since he had probably been eavesdropping. He had likely heard everything. Everything. Even the ugly parts.

"Do you remember when Thomas read that post about Nutty Putty Cave?" Remus asked in a strained, strangled voice. "That spelunker who died because he got stuck upside-down?"

"No," Janus said, before realizing his mistake. "Yes." He definitely wanted Remus to remind him of the gory details.

"That's what I thought," Remus said with a wicked grin.

Janus sighed through his nose. Remus, though he thrived on attention, seemed content enough to continue his experiment by himself. On the other hand, if Janus didn't bring up a certain insult he'd levied at Roman, Remus most certainly would, and at a time where it would cause the most upset and turmoil. Better for Janus to deal with it now, even if he would have to fight the tension pulling his muscles taut. He wanted to dance. He wanted to scream.

Hesitation proved to be Janus' downfall, and by the time he'd opened his mouth to broach the subject at hand, Remus had beaten him to the blow. "You're not usually this quiet, Oralboros. Snake got your tongue?"

Janus, again, sighed. Rather than answer, he doffed his hat, set it on the coffee table, and clumsily arranged himself upside-down next to Remus. The change in position immediately made his head throb. He ignored it. "I definitely meant it when I called you 'evil'."

Remus' eyes widened in faux-shock. "You called me evil ?" he shrieked, voice ringing out high and clear. "Me? How dare you. I'm an angel!"

At least Remus was taking it well. "Sarcasm is my thing," Janus said, realizing that he might make it out of this without having to properly apologize.

For some reason, Patton's face flashed into his mind, and a subsequent twinge of guilt made his tongue go sour. Fine. If there was ever a time to start telling uncomfortable truths… "But I am sorry I said that."

"Wow!" Remus laughed. "You must be upset." A red stain began to spill across his left eye. "You don't apologize."

"It’s not like I care about your feelings or anything." Janus would have liked to have drawn himself up to his full height, but it was impossible to do while upside-down. "As much as I'm enjoying watching your blood vessels slowly burst, would you please turn over before you hurt yourself? I've suffered enough psychological trauma for today."

"Oh, fine." Remus kicked his legs and landed neatly on his toes like a gymnast.

Janus, by contrast, got his arms tangled in his capelet and nearly folded himself in half before he found his balance again. "I meant to do that," he said, turning to grab his hat so Remus wouldn't see the blush on his face.

The sudden sensation of blood draining from his head made the room whirl. He steadied himself against Remus' shoulder until it slowed somewhat, but nothing could dampen the horrible ringing in his ears.

"Well," he said, adjusting his shirt. The sudden appearance of his conscience had taken the wind out of his sails more than he cared to admit, and all thoughts of dancing bled out of him along with a good deal of energy. "I'm not going to go scream into my pillows until I tire myself out."

"Being an agent of chaos is hard work," Remus said with a sage nod, "but that doesn't sound very relaxing, Mr Self Care."

"It's a form of meditation, if you think about it," Janus said.

Remus made a face. "You know I don't do that."

"...Meditate?"

"No, think."

"Ah. Well." Janus made only a token attempt to hide his fond smile. "Good night, Remus. Please stay up late and injure yourself."

"Can do, Snakeypoo.”

Janus turned. It was close enough, he might as well walk to his bedroom, especially considering how well his last attempt at appearing in it had gone.

The reason why that had been so difficult became apparent in mere moments. Janus froze in the hall and dropped to his knees at the giddy wave of horror and delight that made him too light-headed to stand.

He knelt in front of the empty stretch of wall where his door had been previously. Heat flooded his face.

"Jay?" The rounded toes of Remus' boots appeared in his line of sight. Janus zeroed in on them, the mud splatters and stains on the soft leather. "You have an aneurysm or what?"

Janus, unable to speak, motioned for Remus to turn around. He couldn't deal with this right now.

"Ohhh," said Remus. "Well. Good luck with that ." He hauled Janus to his feet. "So you're a boner fide good guy now, huh?"

Janus stared over Remus' shoulder at the empty stretch of wall where his door used to be. "That depends entirely on who you ask."

Remus shrugged and rose up on his toes. "You can scream into my pillows instead, if you want."

"As tempting as that is…" Janus trailed off, his eyes still fixed on the wall. It was tempting, despite the constant chaos in Remus' room. But he'd have to face the Light side sooner or later. It wasn't like he could move his room back, not without psychologically damaging Thomas and undoing all the work he'd done. "I'm really looking forward to getting insulted some more."

"Alright," Remus said with a shrug. "Try not to throw me under the bus this time, alright? Unless it's a real bus…" His gaze became dreamy, unfocused. "And it's doing 50 in a school zone and there's a whole pack of screaming kids in the crosswalk--"

"Goodbye, Remus." Janus turned and left.

The barrier between the "dark" and the "light" sides of Thomas' brain had been a joint venture. It would have been there in some form no matter what, but it was Janus and Roman (with Patton's tacit blessing) who had worked to put up something more physical between them.

Janus ducked under the red curtain, trepidation percolating in his stomach, but what he found on the other side was anticlimactic to say the least: It was dead silent on this side of the barrier.

Janus wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. He knew by now that the so-called "Lights" had issues working out their interpersonal issues, and this most recent conflict wasn't the kind of thing you just got over. It did follow that they would all go off to lick their wounds for a time.

Hesitantly, toe-to-heel, Janus crept down the hall. It felt for all the world like he was sneaking around a vast hotel, right down to needlessly ornate design on the plush carpeting. That was probably Roman's doing.

Janus focused, trying to call the Mindscape to work for him. He wanted to go to his room.

The Mindscape listened. Janus turned a corner and found a row of doors stretching down yet another brightly-lit corridor. His eye was immediately drawn, not to the brilliant yellow of his own door, but to the figure huddled in front of it: Patton sat with his arms wrapped around his legs, forehead resting on his knees.

"Looking for someone?" Janus asked, slightly louder than necessary.

Patton jerked his head up. "Oh! Janus!" He plastered an unconvincing smile on his face. "You sure pop star-tled me."

Scaring Patton hadn't brought Janus nearly the level of schadenfreude he'd thought it would. He crossed his arms over his chest, extending a third to help Patton up. "Take your time getting to the point.”

"Oh." Patton accepted Janus' proffered hand and got to his feet. Warmth spilled from him, permeating the fabric of Janus' glove and gently heating his palm. "Well, it's just…" He took a deep breath. "I noticed your door and I thought-- Well, I wanted to make you feel welcome!"

A high-pitched tone resonated in Janus' skull. He bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from wincing at the mounting pressure-pain-exhaustion in his temples. "Aren't you just a saint ." Patton's face fell. Janus fought the urge to swear aloud. He usually had a better handle on himself, and he knew better than to alienate potential allies. "I mean, thank you, Patton. Truly. I appreciate it." Patton had proven himself useful. Janus should at least cultivate that relationship, even if it meant a little discomfort.

"Have you eaten?" Patton asked. "It's a little late, but I could make something if you wanted." He paused. "Maybe we could play cards or something." Another pause. "O-only if you want to, I mean."

Janus let his face remain impassive even as he internally cringed at the idea of staying awake for even another second. It would be so easy to brush Patton off with a few honeyed words and disappear beyond the barrier of his door. But Patton had stood up for him today, or at least he'd tried to. Janus sighed. Quid pro quo. "That sounds like an utter waste of time."

"Are you… I'm sorry, sometimes I can't tell when you're…"

"Yes, Patton. That sounds lovely."

Patton actually hopped in place, an adorable little jig that absolutely didn't send a confusing little shockwave of fondness through Janus' ribcage. "Really?"

"Really," Janus lied.

He followed Patton down the hall into the living room, which opened into the dining room and the kitchen. Janus studied his surroundings, trying to take in as much as his exhausted faculties would allow. Even in the absence of other Sides, the living room felt warm and welcoming. All the lights were on, and they bathed everything in gentle golden light .

"You're awfully quiet," Patton said.

Janus shook himself. "I was just getting my bearings."

"I guess you've never really been over here, huh?" Pattton opened the refrigerator. Was he actually going to cook , instead of just manifesting something? How quaint. "Do you like grilled cheese?"

It had been a long, confusing day. Doublespeak came to Janus as naturally as breathing, but he was obviously running circles around Patton even when he wasn't trying to. "Yes," he said, hoping to telegraph his sincerity by not emoting at all.

It seemed to work. Patton studied him for a moment before turning back to the fridge. "Then that's what I'll make."

Janus took advantage of this temporary distraction to clamber onto one of the barstools. The slick velvet of his capelet tended to disagree with surfaces like wood and vinyl, and he needed a moment to arrange things so he didn't look as unbalanced as he felt.

He watched Patton work in the kitchen, a detached coolness washing out the scene. Quid pro quo, he reminded himself when he felt his facade begin to slip. He owed Patton this.

He certainly didn't feel the slightest twinge of guilt, that he had been the one to orchestrate this breakdown. Yes, the Light Sides had loaded the gun, but in the end it was Janus who had pulled the trigger.

He shook his head and thought about playing cards, good Bicycle playing cards with holes punched through them like they'd come from a casino. "What should we play?" he asked, pulling the deck from his breast pocket.

Patton looked up from the stovetop, his eyes flicking to the cards in Janus' hand. "Do you know Kings in the Corners?"

"Not personally, no."

Patton laughed, but there was something cold about it. "It's really simple," he said. "I'll show you how to play and you can tell me if you like it."

It was nearly impossible to cheat at Kings in the Corners. Janus doubted this had been a calculated measure on Patton's part, doubted he had the capacity for that kind of foresight, but he respected it just the same.

They played in funereal silence, staring each other down across the light wood of the dining room table. Janus, ill-inclined to take off his gloves, utilized a napkin to keep from staining them with melted butter from the grilled cheese Patton had made. Neither one of them smiled. Neither one of them spoke.

Janus pulled a card from the deck to indicate the end of his turn and glanced up at Patton. His face was somber, almost sorrowful, and it clashed against the gentle domesticity of the dining room, with its floral table runner and mismatched placemats.

Janus started to laugh.

"What is it?" Patton asked, cheeks darkening. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

Janus swallowed down another peal of laughter and cleared his throat, unable to wholly restrain the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You look like I’m holding you here at gunpoint." It was somewhat ironic, considering Janus was the one who felt like he couldn't leave.

"What?" Patton smiled, but it was more akin to an offering than an expression of joy.

"It’s not really funny. " Janus wasn’t quite sure how to make Patton understand.

Patton sat back with a sigh, placing his cards facedown on the table. "But I guess it is pretty funny, huh? In a really sad way."

Janus almost asked what was sad about it before realizing that Patton probably missed his friends. Instead he said, "Yes" and stifled a yawn behind his free hand.

"I'll make coffee!" Patton leapt to his feet and was off to the kitchen before Janus could so much as blink.

The newfound solitude made it that much harder for Janus to ignore his headache, which had only worsened in the hour or so he'd been playing cards with Patton. Despite the nonchalant facade he'd tried so hard to project, he'd been holding himself tense.

Maybe the night (or morning, at this point) would be easier to tolerate if he had, say, a bit of gold rum.

The corner of a flask dug into Janus' hip. He smiled.

"Just how late are you planning on staying up?" he asked Patton when the latter returned holding two mismatched mugs.

"Oh, I don't know," Patton said. Lied. He set a mug down in front of Janus and then resumed his seat, the cards forgotten by his elbow. "I'm… A little scared of what tomorrow will be like."

Janus eased the flask out of his pocket. "Rum?"

"Oh, um," Patton said, staring at the flask. "I don't know…"

Janus raised an eyebrow, working something out. He landed on it a millisecond later: Patton wanted to be convinced. Easy enough. Janus opened the flask and poured what he hoped was a shot into his own mug. It was black, he noticed, except for the yellow snake that wrapped around it, its tail firmly in its own mouth. Ouroboros. "Surely you don't intend to make me drink alone?"

As Janus had expected, Patton buckled the second he was pushed. "I guess not."

It was funny, Janus mused as he carefully tipped rum into Patton's coffee, how lying was only off-limits when Janus suggested it. Hilarious.

But now wasn't the time for bitterness, now was the time to repay the debt he owed Patton. "Cheers," he said, pocketing the flask once more.

"Cheers."

Janus sipped his coffee. "You put milk in this," he observed.

Patton's smile was surprisingly sly. "I know you want me to think you take it black. Virgil did too, at first. I know you ‘Dark Sides’ have an image you like to uphold."

"And how does Virgil take his coffee now?" Janus asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"With Snickers-flavored creamer."

"Well, I do take my coffee black," Janus lied.

Patton's smile never faltered. "We'll see, kid-- Uh, Janus."

"Patton," Janus said, before he could start thinking about the implications of Patton wanting to call him 'kiddo,' "you are planning on sleeping tonight, aren't you?"

"Maybe eventually," Patton said, suddenly unable to look Janus in the eye. "At some point."

"Tomorrow will come whether or not you sleep. It's definitely better to pull an all-nighter and feel like garbage instead of facing everything with a clear head."

"I know." Patton leaned forward so he could rest his head on his hand.

For a moment, Janus was tempted to mirror him. Sitting up straight was becoming quite the chore. "I know how the others love a calm, rational discussion."

"Oh, I wish." Patton's expression turned wistful.

Janus stifled a yawn behind his hand. He had half-expected the coffee to counteract the depressant effect of the alcohol, but all he had to show for the combination was a racing heart.

"I'll be fine out here if you want to go to bed," Patton said. Without seeming to realize he was doing it, he brought his hand to his mouth and bit down on his thumbnail.

It was a tempting offer. A day ago, Janus would have taken it. After all, it wasn't like he cared about Patton outside of professional courtesy. They weren't friends. But guilt nagged at him and wouldn't let him entertain the idea of abandoning Patton for longer than a second.

"That's a remarkable impression of a window," Janus said, waiting for Patton to look confused before elaborating, "I can see right through you."

"You got me." Patton smiled sadly. "That's something I've always admired about you, Janus."

Now it was Janus' turn to be confused. "What?"

"You're so… clever."

Janus narrowed his eyes. "Please do keep trying to change the subject."

"It's just… I don't want to have to lie there and, and think about today and everything I did wrong. I hurt Thomas. I hurt my friends." Patton's eyes were shiny behind his glasses; the unshed tears sparkled in the light when he locked eyes with Janus. "Aren't you going to think about the same thing?"

Anger flared, perhaps prematurely, in Janus' chest. "About what you did wrong today?"

"About what you did wrong," Patton said timidly.

"I," Janus said icily, "didn't do anything wrong." He stared Patton down across the table, jaw set, daring him to push back. Let him lecture and nag, let him prove that he hadn't changed no matter what he said.

But Patton only nodded, his face lined with misery. "Okay," he softly. "I think you're right, Janus. We should go to bed."

Janus thought about how much faster he could get to bed if the table was cleared, and all the dishes and cards vanished in a blink.

"Um, Janus?" Patton said.

"Yes?"

"I don't regret everything that happened today."

"Oh?"

Patton only nodded and sank out.

Janus made a beeline for his own room; better to find his way there on foot rather than risk appearing in the wrong spot.

Once inside, he looked around to ensure nothing was amiss, eyes roving over the dark wood of his bookshelves and desk, his mirrored closet doors, the leather armchairs across from his bed.

Everything was exactly as Janus had left it. He nodded, satisfied, set his hat on the nightstand, and sprawled out of top of the covers without bothering to further undress.

One hazy thought crawled to the surface of his mind before he fell asleep: At least he wouldn't be one of the regrets haunting Patton tonight.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #janus sanders #moceit #spicywrites soft-shoe shuffle #song featured is: race among the ruins - gordon lightfoot #pics are free to use from unsplash and wikimedia commons

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EXO Scenario College AU!: How You Meet Them.

Suho

It was orientation week. You were so excited to be able to be at _college of your choice_. You joined a tour group and you waited for the tour guide to arrive. You started talking to the girl next to you. You guys got so carried away that you didnt notice the tour guide arrived. "Uhm,hello everyone,sorry I'm late,I'm Junmyeon,I'll be your tour guide for today. Before we start let's get to know each other, I'm a senior and I'm majoring in Architecture." Before you new it,it was your turn to introduce yourself ,you were zoned out so you didn't notice everyone looking at you until you heard Junmyeon clear his throat. "Oh,sorry, I'm Y/N and I'm majoring in _major of your choice-" "Nice,to meet you Y/N,okay guys lets get on with the tour", Junmyeon said ,with a smile and a small wink that you couldn't believe was meant for you.

Xiumin

It was your first day and you over slept. "Late on your first day well done Y/N" you said sarcastically to yourself. You checked your phone and saw that you only had 7 minutes until your first class. You hopped into the shower and got dressed so quickly. After just managing to lock your door you sped all the way to your class,only to realise you forgot not only your textbook but your whole bag. "Well done Y/N,you're just on a roll today." You said out loud. You heard a small chuckle behind you. As you quickly turned on your heal to see who that chuckle belonged too,you were met with the most captivating brown eyes. "Sorry for laughing but I couldn't help myself,I'm Minseok" Maybe today wasn't going to be such a bad day after all.

Chen

You were studying musical arts. As an assignment your professor asked everyone to pick a partner .This assignment consisted of writing and producing a love song. You had a few friends in your class however as fate would have it,they all paired up together leaving you all alone. You were left all alone. As you looked around you say every one had a partner. As you were about to tell your professor,you felt a timid hand on your shoudler. "Hi,I'm Jongdae,you can be my partner."

On a side note,i am sooooooo happy for him😊 and i wish his wife and little bundle of joy nothing but love.

Baekhyun

You don't know why you were here. You should be in your dorm room studying for your exam for next week. But here you were, in some random frat party that your roomate dragged you to. You tried looking for her to let her know you wanted to leave,but she was M.I.A. You started to get kinda worried until you got a phone call from her saying she left with some boy she met. Wow,was all you could think. As you stood up to leave you bumped into some frat boy that looked like he had a few to many. "I'm so sorry i didnt mean to bump into you." "Gkkkgkgkkkkk." You couldn't understand any of his drunken gibberish so you decided to walk away when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. You tried to get him to let go but somehow his grip was too strong. You looked at him with fear. "Babe,there you are, I've been looking for you everywhere," followed by a kiss on your head. As you were about to give the random man a look,the drunken one walked away. With a sigh of relief your thank you was interupted..."don't worry,I'm Baekhyun,and you are?"

Chanyeol

You went to your friend, Baekhyuns, volleyball match. You two were pretty close so you came to support him and maybe grab a bite afterwards. You never really went out of your way to watch one of your schools sport teams play,but your friend was playing and you wanted to support him. You watched as his team walked out one by one,you cheered for each of them,you cheered especially loud when Baekhyun walked out. When his gaze caught yours you guys couldn't help but share a silly wink. After Baekhyun walked out the tallest boy you've ever seen. He was really good,just like the rest of the team. Your schools team ended up winning. You waited for the boys to shower before you went to hug and congratulate Baekhyun. "Well done,im so proud." "Thanks Y/N,wanna grab something to eat?" "Sure." As the two of you were walking out,Baekyun walked away to say bye to his team. Eventually,you saw him walk back to you with the tall boy you saw earlier. "Uhm Y/N,I hope you dont mind,but i invited Chanyeol to come with us,im sure the two of you will get along." "Yeah,"you said with a shy smile.

Kai

Ever since you were little,you would always dance as a way to relieve your stress or wind down. That's why you were beyond excited when you found out your college had a dance room. You would go there every day after classes. Today however,you were stumped with work,and you ended up going to the dancing room much later than you usually would. It's pretty small so you're usually the only one there and since it was an ungodly hour of the night you expected to still be alone there. As you walked in with your earphones in,you didnt notice the light was already on,never mind the other person slowly dancing in the center of the room. The other person was so engrossed in his dance that he didn't notice you either. He only noticed yoh when you let out a small scream of fright when you saw him. He slipped and you felt really bad as you ran towards him to check if he was okay. "Im so sorry i didnt notice you were here"

"I thought i was the only one who came out here this late"

"I didn't have time to come earlier"

"Oh"

"Yeah,I'm Y/N by the way"

"Hey,I'm Jongin"

Sehun

It was Monday morning,8.a.m.

Way way way to early,especially after the terrible weekend you had. Today had already started off with a headache and 4 new assignments due and a test later on. To make matters worse,you couldn't concentrate becuase of the 3 boys sitting behind you obnoxiously snickering about who knows what girl. You tried to ignore them,but as your headache only got worse,you couldn't help turning around and snapping and the trio.

"Just shut up already,some of us are trying to actually pass and get a job,not just spend their day sleeping around."

You couldnt help feel guilty as soon as it left your mouth. You flinched as you turned to face the front.

You soon heard whispers behind you comming from the three boys and you felt even more guilty,as you were about to turn around you felt one of them tap your shoulder. You summoned up your best serious face and you turned to face him,your serious facade leaving as soon as you saw his apologetic smile.

"Hey ,we're really sorry about making noise,we were just discussing some thing funny that happened this weekend."

"It's okay"

"Okay oh and I'm Sehun"

D.O.

It was 3.a.m. But you could of sworn it was 1.a.m. 20 minutes ago. You've been in the library for the past 8 hours trying to study,but failing miserably. Nothing was making sense. You really needed to past this test in order to pass this semester and you were really trying,but you couldn't understand any of it. All of a sudden you burst out crying,not knowing if it was from stress,exhuastion,frustration or all three. You looked around to see if anyone else was around,but who would be around at this hour. You lowered your head and let the sobs rack through your body. Your cries were so loud you didn't hear the chair next to you being pulled out or someone taking your textbook. After a few moments you felt someone shake you,you looked up and were met with concerned eyes and a kind smile. "Dont worry,i struggled with this last year,I can help you though,I'm Kyungsoo."

Thank you for reading this☺😊I'm not really happy with it but it is my first upload and practice makes perfect right? I hope you enjoyed it and that you have a good day/night.

Also please don't copy/steal my work.

Please let me know if you have any requests.

I'll try to upload whenever i get the chance.

#exol #exo college au #exo collection #exo scenarios

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