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honestsycrets · 4 years

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Mirror, Mirror II: Freydis, My Sweet [ Ivar x Reader ]

❛ pairing | ivar x reader, freydis x ivar (past)

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | the mirror cracks. what comes next is a mystery to everyone involved.

❛ warnings | past ivar x freydis, mention of congenital deformity, reader body swap, some horror elements, two ivars, 5A situation, time travel (?), Freydis’s soul is le poof, mention of blood.

❛ sy’s notes | thank you @laketaj24 for helping me fix the error on my gif.

The room, if it was a room, was black. It stretched as far as your irritated eyes could see. Your hands are the kind of red that stemmed only from digging knuckle deep in guts, the kind you get from bleeding a little too long, spilling, or tearing. It soaks into your skin, oozing into your mouth, bloody and deep.

“Where’s my baby?”

The voice, gentle and soft, sounds nothing more than sorrowful. It stretches out like thin fibers of cotton that you usually rub your make up off with. Your tongue stretches out to moisten dry lips when you feel it-- those divots on your face.

“Ivar?” You tremble over the word with your hand traveling up your lips, realizing that it’s not just your words that are uncertain and strange, but the entire groove from your lips up, hooking up like someone had taken two fishhooks and dragged down your nose bilaterally. Like your baby pictures.

“Where’s my baby?!”

It’s louder now. As if only a few steps behind you.

“I don’t know, please! Leave me alone--” you answer, scuffling over your steps, rushing forward. Forward is better than backward. Back there-- the crazy lady shrilling her cries, and you regret hitting that mirror-- the pounding memory of Ivar’s words: I killed my son, I killed my son, I killed my son, ringing into a big ball of tension in one powerful uppercut. “Ivar, you ass!”

At last a ray of light outlines the frame of Ivar’s wooden bed, draped in warm furs. His handle dangles from the ceiling, allowing him to pull his legs around when you both would wake up, and you’d tease about what he had on his great big day today, a whole lot of nothing! But he isn’t there. You stretch out toward the bed. It’s the only safety you can hope to cling onto.

“WHERE’S MY BABY?!”

When you turn, she isn’t there, but her voice booms, shaking the whole foundation of your nightmare of your dream like a banshee. Everything bounces up and down and you fling yourself onto the furs, burrowing your knuckles into its soft and forgiving fabric and clawing yourself on his bed. Then, under the covers. “FUCK! Make her stop!”

“--isn’t there!” his voice cuts through the darkness, mid sentence as if he had been saying it all along, but none of the words had gotten through. “Pull yourself free. It’s her illusion. An illusion of the gods!”

The ringing and shaking of the illusion fizzles out to a steady hum. Then, pure silence. You grasp your shoulders and hold yourself tight as it numbs out. At last-- peace. You sit up in his bed. “Where are…” around you, the room pieces together, dropping in as if they are coins flipped into an ocean, manifesting in dark wood and horn. “...you?”

“Here with you.”

You slip out of bed, looking down at yourself. A long white grown tickles your ankles, your feet on scratched up floorboards. Everything is dull and brown and red and black. Too red and black-- “Oh god,” you turn around, whizzing like a top. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

“I suggest you forget your god,” it’s his voice in your ear, as familiar as if you’ve held a phone to your ear, but he’s nowhere to be seen. “Pull the cover off the mirror.”

In the corner of the room is a mirror with a thick blanket drawn over it. You tremble stretching out toward it, “No no no no. No.”

“You haven’t touched it. Are we doing this again?”

“No!”

When you rip off the sheet, you recognize your very stupid looking king on the other side of the mirror. Except-- he’s there, in your room, by the fake flowers and shittily soft decor. And here you are in his abode, wringing your hands through your hair.

“This is not-- no.”

“It’s nothing,” he insists. “Calm down.”

“Calm down? Calm down! I’m in your-- your weird Viking castle!”

“It is a Great Hall,” he aptly corrects whilst shaking his gloved hand at you. “Not a castle.”

“Why am I here!?” you shout at the mirror, hitting it this time. It hits back, reflecting your hand off of it with a painful sear. “Fuck!”

“I would assume it’s because you broke my mirror which I didn’t need you to do.”

There’s a rustle behind you. An anxious girl-- no more than ten, peeps in carefully. She bows her head as she looks at you, considering your thin dress shyly. “Queen Freydis?”

“Freydis?”

“Answer her,” he whispers. It sounds as if he’s in your head. And great, scribble that one down in the books, Ivar is talking to you in your head. That tops off this strange and unusual day.

“Do I took like a Freydis to you?” you think back, snappy and short.

“Hurry.”

The young girl hurries to your side, holding your hand and easing you down onto the bed. You gaze into those warm honey brown eyes, sure that there is no greater sack of shit than you in that moment, lying to that pretty face. You clear your throat, “I’m feeling... ill,” you excuse.

“Is it the baby?”

“The what.” You shriek.

“Perhaps you should lie down,” the young girl settles you in bed. “I can call a healer… King Ivar would be want you to rest.”

Oh sweet fuck-- Ivar? There’s two of them?

“No there’s not two of us,” he barks back in your mind. You turn your head toward the mirror, finding him motioning you to quickly lay down. He’s dimmed the lights to your room. Your room with a cushioned bed. Lights that flickered unlike the candles that the slave girl-- and god, a slave-- lit.

“Should I find King Ivar?”

“No!” you shout in unison with Ivar. “No,” you then amend, reaching out to console her with a hand to her arm. “I should rest.”

The girl peers at your hand, almost confused, but then nods her head. Her short hair bobs with the loose collar around her throat before she disappears into the other room. You watch her walk out before knocking your forehead with your knuckles over and over again.

Should’ve left him in the fucking mirror! you reprimand yourself. Because that’s the only way things really make sense. If you had left him there, you wouldn’t be here, knocking your head in trying to make sense of nonsense.

“I didn’t ask for you to help me,” Ivar hisses, you turn your head over to look at him in the mirror, and he flinches. Initially, you don’t know why he’s acting so weird-- staring off at you like his breath was snatched clean out of his throat.

What?

“Freydis?” The pillow is itchy under your head, the quills of a bird knocking into your hair, suspiciously pale blonde under your fingertips. It’s long-- longer than it had ever been. You look down at your long body, suspiciously round, and very well pregnant with a lump that knocks your thighs.

Now you notice, you fold your arms over your chest. It’s just me. Sorry to disappoint.

He snaps out of it, bowing his head down, and looking at your fluffy cat that is crawling all over his calibers. Surrounding him is the room that he’s seen so many damn times he sat on the bed, considering how he got in the mirror over and over again. Except now he can look at the angles of your room. He lurches for the crutch the mirror spat out in a bloody mess of glass. The mirror has pieced itself back together. No blood. No glass. Just… his crutch.

“I’ll be there soon.” Ivar pulls himself up to stand, clacking around your room. “Mistr will tell me what happened.”

Me? You’re right there, buddy.

He rakes his fingers over his temple. “Not me as in-- King Ivar. Not me.”

Uh-huh, you think. That makes so much sense.

“You look like my dead wife,” he says all at once. His fingers reach out to touch the glass. The glass bites back, repelling his fingers from sinking into the mirror themselves.

Your dead wife? Great.

“If you’re fated to be there…” be where? Ivar hisses, slamming his fist into the mirror. A shock runs through his body, knocking him away from the glass. “... in my wife! Then something has changed.”

I’ll fucking bet. I’m pregnant.

Before he could respond, he saw the shift in the leather pleats not so far away. “Cover me!” You peer over the furs-- which are wildly warm-- and stand up on your swollen feet to cover the mirror from prying eyes.

“Freydis? Ah, what are you doing?” there is a clacking behind you, snappy and quick. When you whirl around, there he is. In the flesh, standing tall. You point your finger at him, then turn to the mirror again. Ivar has shut up.

“I--” the man before you looks like him. He is tall, more tall than you remember him being, with playful eyes. His tunic has a layer of heavy leather braided over top of it, darker than his hair. There’s a jovial youngness to the way he encounters you. When he looks at you it’s nothing short of adoration, love, and respect. It… scares you. It’s Ivar-- but Ivar was in the mirror-- so if that was Ivar, who was the man before you now?

You double take to make sense of it, and you’re doing that a lot, but Ivar 2.0 grasps your hand with the one not supporting his weight. “Come, lay down, lay down. You’re not well, my sweet. Has something happened? Have the gods visited you again?”

“That…” your voice comes out pathetically soft. Freydis? No one answers your thought. She’s not here-- the girl, the woman called Freydis? Her soul had gone. You’re not sure if she had gone, or if you had ping ponged her to some other unfortunate shit body. His hand shifts from yours, cupping the back of your neck, forcing you to look into his eyes. You want to look away. But… you instead force a smile. “...doesn’t even cover it.”

You couldn’t tell him. Not yet.

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mayrinchen · 6 years

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The Truth Untold | BTS AU Part 2

Jimin x Reader | Jungkook x Reader

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Genre: Fluff, but mostly Angst, maybe Smut, who knows

Words: 6k

A morally wrong love story, you’d definitely want to read to feed your thirst for angst and drama… and Jungkook.

(A/N: I didn’t expect this part to be so long, welp. Hope you enjoy. Let me know how you liked it!)

That night, as agreed earlier, you stayed at Jungkook’s house. Shortly after Jimin decided that you were going to stay with his best friend instead of staying at the hotel, you packed clothes, toiletries and other essentials and drove in Jungkook’s car to his home. Jimin sat in the passenger seat, you sat behind Jungkook. During the drive Jimin and Jungkook chatted, the music was playing at a low volume in the background. While humming along, you noticed how Jungkook glanced at you through the rear-view mirror from time to time. He really wasn’t helping in making you feel less uncomfortable about the whole situation. You could barely wait to get out of the car, when he pulled up in the driveway of his house.

It was quite big, considering he lived alone. The guest room held a king-sized bed, a TV and a spacious closet. Much to your delight, you had a bathroom to yourself, which hopefully prevents further bathroom incidents with Jungkook like the one at your house.

After unpacking, you had a quick shower to refresh yourself and remove the dust and sweat covering your body from dragging your belongings half the day.

“Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?” Jungkook asked as he stood in the door of your room. You were lying on bed in fresh clothes, reading a book while Jimin was watching TV, snuggled to your side.

“Everything is great! Thank you. You’ve already done enough for us,” Jimin replied.

“You know… The boys want to meet up in an hour at this bar and I was thinking that maybe you wanted to join us. I’m guessing they don’t know you are back, yet?” Jungkook raised his brow and leaned, arms folded, against the doorframe. Jimin sat up and turned the volume of the television down.

“Really? That would be amazing. I’ve missed them all. But what about ___?” Jimin asked while placing his warm hand on your knee.

“We’ll just bring her along. It’s not like it’s an exclusively boys night,” Jungkook chuckled. You finally put down your book to look at Jungkook, who seemed like he was waiting for a response. Your gaze shifted to Jimin, who stared at you. His eyes pleaded you to agree on coming along.

“Who are ‘the boys’?” you air quoted. To you that sounded as if you were going to join a group of hormonal high school football players on their night out. Which didn’t sound appealing to you.

“You know. My closest friends. Hoseok, Jin, Yoongi, Taehyung and Namjoon. You’ve met all of them,” Jimin replied and squeezed your knee to reassure you. He could tell that you weren’t too keen on joining. But you wouldn’t be ___ if you denied your boyfriend a night out with “the boys”. Even if that meant you having to join. You clapped the book together and got up with a sigh.

“Alright, I guess we are going out tonight. I’ll get ready now,” Jimin clapped his hands together in excitement, making you giggle.

“Why are you getting ready already? We still have an hour,” Jimin questioned as you passed him to rush to the bathroom.

“Because looking good needs it’s time,” you said, posing for a second, making Jimin and yourself chuckle.

“But you already look good,” Jungkook said without any expression whatsoever, before turning on his heels and leaving the room. You froze for a second and watched him leave. Did he really just say that or were you imagining things now? You’ve never heard a compliment leave Jungkook’s lips, especially not directed towards you. Jimin went back to watching TV and you regained your power to walk. Not wanting to look like a confused bird, you hurried into the bathroom. Your shock made you close the door with just a bit too much energy, causing the door to make a loud thump while closing. You flinched, then locked the door. In those 10 hours you have been in Seoul, Jungkook surprised you three times already. Guess moving to Seoul won’t be as boring as you initially thought it would be.

***

After having done your hair and makeup and choosing the right outfit, the three of you were ready to leave for the bar. Jungkook insisted on driving, even after several attempts of Jimin proposing to call a taxi because they had to celebrate their reunion. But Jungkook said he didn’t feel like drinking, so he was fine with being the chauffeur. To which Jimin responded he felt betrayed because his best friend didn’t want to party with him. You on the other side found their conversation a lot of fun to listen to from the backseat.

“Jimin, how many times do I have to tell you? I can have fun without alcohol.”

“That… sounds fake but okay,” Jimin responded and dramatically snapped his head to look out of the window. Jungkook released a tortured breath, then made a sharp left turn, making Jimin slightly hit his head on the window. You had to hold in your laugh as he mumbled ‘ouch’ and rubbed his forehead.

“Is he always this difficult, ____?” Jungkook asked you.

“Oh, just wait until he is drunk. He’s even whinier then,” you responded. Jimin turned his head around to look at you. He was so fast, you were scared he’d snap his neck. He narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to say something.

“I thought you loved the whiny me,” he pouted. “You said it’s cute.”

You chuckled and reached forward to pet his puffed cheeks. “I love it.” He grinned and turned back around.

“Sometimes,” you mumbled under your breath, then heard Jungkook chuckle, making Jimin shoot him a death glare.

You arrived at the bar 10 minutes late. When you entered, immediately a dark-haired boy waved at you from a corner seat on the other side of the bar. The lights were dimmed, red neon lights above every window and under the bars gave this cozy nightlife feeling. And you loved it. Jungkook led the way as he waved back and then strolled towards the excited boy with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Jimin swung his arm over you, squeezed you closer to him and proceeded to follow his younger friend. Reaching the booth, there were three more guys sitting and talking. You recognized all of them faintly. It was hard to put names on most of them, though. All of them cheered as they spotted Jimin, surprised expressions painted their faces. One by one, they slid out of the booth to hug their friend. Nobody seemed to have expected him. After hugging Jimin, they introduced themselves to you, except for Jin as you’ve already known him well enough. He came in for a hug, which you gladly returned. After their introduction you learned that the excited dark-haired boy was Taehyung and the others were Namjoon and Yoongi.

“You must be the girlfriend. I’ve heard a lot about you. I know we’ve met already, but that was a long time ago, so nice to meet you… again,” Taehyung chuckled as he spoke. Meanwhile, the others returned to their seats again. He motioned for Jimin and you to sit down. You slid into the booth after Jimin, Taehyung followed straight after you. It was quite spacious, at least 10 people could fit in the booth. The seats were a reddish brown leather and very comfortable, you noticed the second you sat down.

“Jimin! We had no idea you were back in Seoul. How long has it been, man?” Namjoon questioned as soon as we were all seated.

“8 months. Can you believe that? That means we need to celebrate and you guys need to tell me everything that happened while I was gone!” Jimin shouted. He was very excited, it was visible on his face. His eyes were wide and glistening. The smile hasn’t left his face since the second you entered the bar. This was the moment, you knew that moving here was the right decision. You haven’t seen Jimin this happy for the past two months. And you felt guilty for keeping him away from his friends for so long.

“Also, where is Hoseok?” Jimin questioned. Immediately, a weird tension filled the room. It wasn’t too obvious, but something was up. As soon as the name Hoseok fell, everyone’s smile turned into a straight line for just a split second and the table fell silent, before Yoongi spoke up.

“I don’t know. He was also invited, but you know how he is. Always late.” Yoongi laughed but you could tell it was forced. Jimin on the other hand didn’t seem to notice the weird effect his question had on “the boys”. He continued to chatter with his friends right away, not further questioning the situation.

Next to you, Taehyung waved at a waitress, who nodded and strutted towards your table in her high heels. Didn’t they already order something to drink? His glass was still full.

“What do you want to drink?” he turned to look at you, his arm was resting on the backrest behind you. Thinking for a few seconds, you said the first thing that came to your mind.

“A Pina Colada,” you said, confident in your choice.

He smiled cheekily, “Of course.”

“7 shots, 2 beers and a Pina Colada for the lady, please,” he winked at the waitress, who scribbled something on her notepad, obviously blushing before turning on her heels and rushing to the bar. So, Taehyung seemed to be a bit of a player. Since the second you met him, you could feel his giddy but at the same time laid-back personality radiate off him. And you couldn’t deny he was incredibly handsome, which intimidated you slightly. Therefore, him being a womanizer wouldn’t surprise you whatsoever.

For the next minute, while waiting for your cocktail, you observed your surroundings. The bar seemed very cozy to you. Even though there were a lot of people, it felt very private, as the booths were closed off with wooden walls. Besides, the bar was very big, as you entered you detected that it contained a billiard table and a ping pong table, surely for beer pong. The music was to 85 % your taste, neither too loud nor too quiet. You didn’t have to shout while talking. The brightness of the light was just right and the colour gave off a warm vibe.

While watching the guys, you noticed that they were definitely close friends. All of them were enjoying themselves, especially Jimin, which made you feel warm inside. You still remembered the first time you met Yoongi. You were scared of him, like, terrified. Your first thought was that he might be a mafia boss. There was just something about him that made you feel uneasy. But now seeing him laugh and flash his gummy smile, you were questioning whether he was replaced by someone else. Jin didn’t seem to have changed a lot. He has worked out, but his laugh hasn’t changed. Out of all the people on this table, except for your boyfriend, of course, you were closest to him.

“When did you arrive here?” Taehyung asked you, ripping you out of your thoughts.

“This morning,” you responded. His eyebrows raised.

“Oh, so recently? I see. So, it would be stupid of me to ask, if you feel at home already,” he laughed and you joined him.

“I had absolutely no idea Jimin was moving back here. Was it a hard decision for you to make?” he asked. You were surprised he cared enough to ask this question so early on in the conversation. You fiddled with your fingers and sighed.

“It was. But don’t tell Jimin. I don’t want him to worry,” you whispered, making sure he wouldn’t hear you. Which was unnecessary, considering he was so absorbed in the conversation with the others.

“He seems so happy. It was definitely worth it,” you added, while looking at Jimin.

Taehyung smiled at you, opening his mouth to say something but was interrupted as the waitress from earlier put down the drinks in front of Taehyung. Her cheeks were still a deep red. Poor girl was head over heels for the womanizer next to you. He thanked her, before she strutted away.

“Everyone take a shot!” Taehyung shouted while passing on the shots. Everyone except Jungkook obeyed, who explained he couldn’t drink because he was driving, which was met by a lot of booing, but was soon forgotten as Taehyung raised his glass, while standing up.

“Cheers. On Jimin and ___. Let’s hope it’s gonna be a wild journey,” he shouted as everyone, including you, raised their own glasses. You lifted your head to look at Taehyung. Maybe moving here wasn’t going to be as difficult as you thought it would be. After all, you already found a friend in Taehyung.

“Cheers!” everyone screamed in unity. He looked down at you and smirked before downing his shot. You did the same and slammed the glass back on the table, grimacing. You hated shots, but they got you drunk fast, so you ignored the burn in your throat.

“Here’s your Pina Colada, my lady,” Taehyung said as he sat back down and slid the glass in front of you. You thanked him as you grabbed your drink and took a big sip.

“This one is yours, Jimin,” Jimin grabbed the beer, thanked him and then returned to his conversation. They really had a lot to catch up on. Taehyung leaned back in his seat, each arm rested on the backrest, his legs spread as far as possible. Then his right leg suddenly touched your left and your body reacted before you could by flinching back. He quickly pulled his leg back and mumbled a ‘sorry’. You could feel your cheeks heat up. This was not what you had intended, you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. Gladly, he didn’t seem to care further.

“By the way, you can call me Tae, if I haven’t said that yet,” he remarked, you nodded. “I heard you are staying at Jungkook’s house?” he motioned in Jungkook’s direction with his head, licking his lips. During this movement, you noticed how sharp his jawline was. Tearing your gaze away from him, you turned your head. Jungkook was sitting on the opposite corner of the couch. He was sipping on his drink, watching you. As soon as he noticed your gaze, he looked down at his drink.

“How do you like it?”

“It’s fine, but I can’t wait to move into our new house,” you pouted. Just the thought of your first home with Jimin caused butterflies in your stomach. You’ll be able to make new memories, start your life as a family. But it will take it’s time.

“I understand. When will you be able to move in?”, he asked, narrowing his brows.

“Honestly, I have no idea. Hopefully in a week. The painters are coming tomorrow and on Monday the last pieces of furniture should arrive, hopefully,” you said. It made you uneasy not knowing when exactly you were able to move in. You didn’t want to live with Jungkook for two weeks or more. That is not what you moved to Seoul for. Tae gave you a half-smile and opened his mouth to speak.

“Guys, I think I know why Hoseok was so late,” Jin spoke up, nodding towards the entrance. Everyone’s head turned, curious to see what took him so long. Entering was a tall brown-haired guy with a petite, dirty blonde girl in his arm. As soon as he spotted you, he grinned, his pearl-white teeth showing.

“Is he really… is he really going to do this?” Taehyung asked in disbelief. You on the other side were confused. You watched the others, all of them were tense, some were shaking their head, some stared with their mouth slightly agape. Jungkook however, was playing with the straw of his drink, holding his head low.

“What’s up guys?” Hoseok said as he sat down on the free chair opposite of you, the girl sat on the couch next to Tae. He seemed to get uncomfortable and lifted his arm from the backrest behind her and dropped it over his crotch, while shifting and leaning closer towards you.

“Jimin! What are you doing here?” He sounded surprised, got up and proceeded to half-hug Jimin over the table. Jimin hesitantly stood up and hugged him back.

“Oh you know, I just moved here,” he told him, followed by a nervous laugh.

This whole situation was confusing you. Why did all of them suddenly seem so uncomfortable and tense? Did something happen? Did Hoseok do something? Or was it his girlfriend?

“And you must be ___, Jimin’s girlfriend,” he stated, stretching out his hand for you to take, which you did. He firmly squeezed it, while shaking. “I’m Hoseok.” You nodded before turning to Taehyung as Hoseok sat back down.

“What the fuck is happening right now?” you whispered into Tae’s ear. He sighed, then told you to wait a few seconds.

“By the way, this is Lisa,” Hoseok told you while pointing at the girl he brought along. She smiled sweetly at you and you did the same as you gave her a nod. Lisa… Somehow this name sounded familiar to you. You swore you recently just heard it but couldn’t quite put a finger on it. You’ve never seen this girl before. After five minutes of patiently waiting, Tae finally motioned for you to stand up.

“We’re going to play a round of beer pong,” Tae announced, mostly to Jimin, who nodded approvingly. He squeezed out of the booth, passing Lisa, who stood up for you, and you quickly followed him. He asked the bartender for beer to fill the cups with, then proceeded to arrange the cups on his side and on your side. You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him. He glanced at you while putting up the last cup, then opened the first bottle of beer.

“You know you should learn how to not make it so obvious you’re impatient,” Tae voiced while filling one cup after the other. You breathed out a ‘what’.

“When you are impatient, you start tapping your foot. You did it before, when I told you to wait a few seconds. I’m surprised nobody noticed, the whole table was shaking,” Tae chuckled. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Well, it did take you more than a few seconds. Now tell me what’s going on,” you stated firmly.

“So demanding. I couldn’t just rush away as soon as they arrived, so calm down. I’ll tell you everything.” You pushed yourself from the wall and grabbed the ball Taehyung held out to you. Positioning on the opposite side of Taehyung, you stared at him, waiting for him to start talking.

“You start,” Tae pointed at you. You groaned, finally wanting to find out what the problem with Hoseok was. Your eyes narrowed, fixating on a cup, then throwing the ball. Unsuccessful.

“Jungkook had a girlfriend not too long ago. It didn’t last long though. Maybe two months.” And that’s when it clicked. You opened your mouth and gasped. Lisa. That’s where you heard the name. Jungkook told you about her. She was his ex-girlfriend.

“Lisa was his girlfriend!” you exclaimed as an orange ball flew in your direction and landed inside of a cup, a few drops splashing on your shirt. Your triumphant grin was quickly erased by an annoyed expression.

“Really? Are you some kind of world champion in beer pong because scoring the first time is nearly impossible,” you scoffed. He shrugged and smirked at you. You lifted the cup and observed it. Gladly it wasn’t even half full.

“What can I say? I’m a pro at beer pong,” he claimed. “So Jungkook told you about Lisa?” You downed the whole cup in three seconds.

“He told me earlier today that he recently had a girlfriend, but it didn’t work out because she just wasn’t the right one,” you explained. He hummed in response.

“I see. Yes, that’s partly true.” You concentrated on your next shot while he was talking. But failed again. You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath, balling your hands to fists. You were a sore loser.

“What do you mean?” you asked, being even more curious now.

“I mean that Lisa cheated on him while they were still in a relationship officially,” Tae spoke, making his next shot but failed as well. But it left you unfazed, too shocked at this piece of information.

“Wait- what? With...”

“With Hoseok.”

“But aren’t they friends? Jungkook and Hoseok?” you talked way too fast but couldn’t help it. You needed to know everything.

“They should be, yes. But that didn’t seem to bother Hoseok. He still went and fucked someone else’s girlfriend,” he exclaimed. “I’m sorry. I’m currently not on good terms with him. None of us really are. It makes me so fucking angry, you don’t even know. Jungkook deserves so much better,” he gritted through his teeth before slamming his palms on the ping pong table, making you flinch back. His jaw tensed up and his hand balled to a fist. His eyes fluttered up to you and immediately his eyes widened when he saw your scared expression.

“I’m so sorry, ___. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s your turn,” he mumbled, embarrassed to have lost his temper.

“No worries, Tae. I just wasn’t expecting that. You didn’t scare me.” You smiled at him and he loosened up a tiny bit. “I can totally understand why you’re so pissed. I feel bad for Jungkook and honestly I’d love to kick Hoseok in his face right now,” you babbled on, making Taehyung chuckle. “And Lisa, well she is a bitch for doing that. Hurting someone like that…,” you trailed off. Feeling that the silence is about to become awkward, you cleared your throat and got into position for your shot. You leaned forward slightly and looked at Tae, who seemed to be amused by you. He tried to hide his smirk by biting his lower lip without success. You tried ignoring him. When you glanced over his shoulder, you noticed Jungkook walk towards the exit. He had his hands in his jacket pockets and his head hung low. You dropped the ball and rushed after him, past Tae, who looked confused and called your name. The door was slammed open and you searched for Jungkook, who was a few metres away from you, with his back towards you.

“Jungkook!” you called out, making him stop dead in his tracks. He turned around, stared you up and down, then showed you his back again.

“Don’t worry, I’m not leaving without you. I just needed some fresh air,” he mumbled, while fumbling around with his jacket. He stopped at the opposite building and leaned against the wall, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. You didn’t know he smoked.

“No, that’s not why I followed you. I just- I found out what happened between Lisa and you. I’m sorry,” you said, as you approached him while he was lighting his cigarette.

“What are you apologizing for?” he asked, after taking a deep puff.

“Jesus Christ, ___! You can’t just run away like that, especially not out on the streets. Do you not know what kind of people are roaming around here at this time of the day? Don’t ever do that again,” Tae raised his voice while jogging to you.

“Oh, hi Jungkook. You here too?” he waved at him. Jungkook lazily waved back.

“I’m sorry, Tae,” you said. He sighed and patted your head, making you roll your eyes. You weren’t a child. But you found it cute that Tae worried about you despite knowing you for about an hour.

“So, Jungkook. Are you ok? Why did you come out here?” he didn’t respond, instead took another puff.

“Do you want me to beat some sense into Hoseok?” Taehyung suggested. Jungkook chuckled and shook his head. Some of his black strands fell into his face. He could look very intimidating if you didn’t know him.

“Guys, I’m fine. I really don’t care about Lisa nor Hoseok. If she prefers to be with him, that’s great. Our relationship didn’t work out anyways. And if Hoseok wants to have Lisa, he can have her, I don’t give a fuck,” he snapped, before throwing his cigarette on the floor and stepping on it. You glanced at Tae from the side, who did the same. Neither of you dared to say anything, not wanting to annoy Jungkook any further.

“I’m going inside,” Jungkook stated as he pushed himself off the wall. You watched him leave, before looking up at Taehyung and raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t know what’s up with him either,” he lifted his arms in defence.

“For saying that he doesn’t care, he seemed pretty upset to me. I thought he didn’t like her anyway,” you trailed of while moving around the cigarette stub with your shoe.

“But still, his pride was hurt. Nobody likes to be cheated on. Even though things were about to end, they were still in a relationship when she hooked up with Hoseok. She betrayed his trust. Although they can’t be called lovers, they were friends,” Tae told you. It made sense. Being cheated on makes you feel like you aren’t good enough, like nobody cares about you. You nodded in agreement and let your body fall against the wall. Only now you realized that you were shaking a bit. Even though it was summer and you were sweating your ass off just a few hours earlier, the absence of the sun did make the air a lot chillier. Your dress was short and only had slim straps. Being the smartass you were, you didn’t bring a jacket. You started rubbing your arms to feel a bit warmer. Taehyung seemed to notice that you were freezing.

“Are you cold?” he asked. You nodded. He started taking off his jacket. “Here. Take my jacket,” he offered, but you waved him off and shook your head.

“No, let’s go inside again. It’s scary out here,” you demanded and made your way inside the bar, closely followed by Taehyung.

Entering the club, it seemed as if you had been gone for two hours. You stopped dead in your tracks, making Tae bump into you, to observe the scene in front of you. The music was blasting from the speakers, the lights were flashing and people were dancing. Your boyfriend included. Jimin was standing on the table, swinging his hips, next to him was Namjoon doing the same. Or trying to at least. Yoongi handed Jimin a bottle of whatever, which Jimin gladly took, downing the remaining liquid. In the booth beside it, Hoseok was making out with the blonde girl. You scrunched your nose in disgust and searched for Jungkook as he wasn’t with the other guys.

After scanning the bar twice, you saw his dark figure sitting on a bar stool, talking to a bartender. You were about to approach him, when you heard your name being called. Fascinating how someone could scream louder than the music. You turned your head to see Jimin jump from the table, making you flinch. The last thing you needed right now was a drunk and injured boyfriend. He wobbled his way to you and stopped before crashing into you. His gaze wandered from your eyes to your lips, then he moved one side of your hair behind your neck. Before you could react, his mouth crashed into yours. You stumbled back into the bar, one hand was on your waist the other on the surface of the bar. His tongue soon found its way inside your mouth and played with your tongue. You groaned as he bit your lip, your hand wandering to his hair, gently pulling on it. His hand suddenly moved lower, to your thigh, rested for a second before he proceeded to shove his hand underneath your dress.

You gripped his wrist and pulled away from the kiss. You weren’t going to do this in public. From the corner of your eyes you saw Jungkook watching you, who sat right beside you. You peeked at him, breathing hard. He looked at you, then at Jimin and lastly to where Jimin’s hand was before turning away again and sipping on his drink as if nothing happened. From his expression you could tell he was annoyed by how drunk Jimin acted.

“Alright, Jimin. I think you’ve had enough,” you shouted in his ear, so he would be able to hear you. But he had other things in mind as he gripped you by the waist and pulled you towards the booth. He stepped on the couch and then on the table, turned to you and lifted you up to join him. He started dancing and singing along to the music while you only stood there. Jimin noticed, took your hands in his, then dropped them over his shoulders and closed the space between you two. As your bodies were pressed against each other, Jimin started dancing again, practically grinding against you.

“Dance,” he breathed into your ear. His breath was hot and his voice was husky. He was very clearly drunk. But at that moment, you didn’t care and followed the beat of the music, swaying your hips, just like Jimin. After a few minutes of dancing, you felt a body come up behind you. As you turned your head, you saw Tae moving to the beat of the music, smirking at you. He shoved a glass of alcohol into your face, you took it and started drinking. You don’t know for how long this went on, but it was too long.

Almost three hours later, you found yourself in the backseat of Jungkook’s car. Taehyung sat on the passenger seat. Jungkook offered to drive him home, which he gladly accepted. Jimin was next to you, snuggling into your neck. Five minutes into driving, Jimin started sucking on it. You tried to appear unfazed and focused on the blurred houses and trees, you were passing. He continued to leave a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your cheeks before he finally reached your lips. He hungrily reached for them, gently nibbling before kissing you deeply. It didn’t take long for his tongue to find yours and within seconds you were fully making out. His hands roamed your body and moved up your thigh, dangerously close to your private parts.

“I need you,” he whispered into your ear, slightly slurring his words. You could smell the alcohol in his breath. You on the other hand weren’t anywhere near drunk. Slightly tipsy but not drunk. He pulled your lower body closer to him. Partly laying underneath him now, he continued to kiss you.

“Oh, how I’d love to make out with someone right now,” you heard Tae say.

“You could have had any girl at that bar tonight. Why didn’t you talk to one?” Jungkook countered.

“Didn’t feel like it,” he answered shortly. “Maybe next time.”

Ten more minutes of driving and you arrived at Tae’s house. You told Jimin to stop and that you will continue at “home”. It would be awkward to you to make out in front of Jungkook. Until now he was distracted by talking to Taehyung. At least that’s what you thought.

“Thanks for driving me home, Jungkook. Goodnight. Bye ___, bye Jimin. Have fun,” he said, winking at you which made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He slammed the door shut and walked off. Jimin’s hand rested on your knee the remaining car drive but occasionally slipped further upwards, making you slap his hand away every time.

After what felt like eternity and a lot of awkward silence, you finally arrived at Jungkook’s house. You opened the car door and stepped out into the cold air. Jimin slid over onto your seat and you reached out your hand for him to take.

“Maybe next time don’t overestimate yourself, Jimin. It gets embarrassing,” Jungkook spoke as he held the car door open for you to help Jimin get out of the car. He was clearly annoyed, his jaw was tense.

“I’ll get him. You go inside. You’re freezing,” he told you, his voice soft. You obeyed, took the keys from his hand and jogged towards the door. After struggling for a few seconds because of the dark and your tipsy state, you finally unlocked the door and scurried inside. Jungkook followed after you with Jimin under his arm. When you finally made it into your room, Jungkook wished you a good night and went to his own.

“____,�� Jimin whined, from his spot, sprawled out on the bed, as you struggled to get out of your shoes.

“Yes?” you asked as you turned to look at him after successfully removing your shoes. His hand reached out to grab yours and he pulled you on top of him. His face inched closer, his eyes were hooded. He started kissing you passionately, his hand shoved your dress up to your stomach and travelled even further upwards, attempting to undo your bra. You stopped him and stood up, pulling your dress down again.

“I’ll take off my makeup first and change into something more comfortable, then we can continue. Alright?” you stated, biting your lip. Jimin pouted but nodded.

“But be fast, baby,” he said. His hoarse voice never failed to turn you on. You grabbed a pair of pyjamas and made your way into the bathroom. After five minutes of getting ready for bed, you exited again, saying that you were finished. But you didn’t get an answer. Instead you were met with light snores and a passed out Jimin. He had managed to wiggle out of his shirt and his trousers and was now fast asleep on the bed in only his boxers. You smiled to yourself and quietly slipped under the sheets next to him. You wished him a goodnight before closing your eyes.

After about 15 minutes of trying to sleep, tossing and turning, your body still didn’t feel tired. So, you decided to go downstairs to drink a glass of juice. As you poured yourself a drink, the light suddenly went on in the kitchen. You snapped your head to the entrance. Standing in the doorway was Jungkook. Shirtless. Your eyes darted to his exposed chest and quickly wandered over his defined abs, before looking away. You had to admit one thing. He wasn’t bad to look at.

“Why are you still up?” you questioned him.

“Couldn’t sleep and thought I heard noises. Guess I was right,” he lazily grinned. He only looked at you with one eye, the other was squeezed shut, as he wasn’t used to the bright light yet. He yawned and scratched the back of his head.

“And what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be asleep? Like Jimin,” he asked you.

“Couldn’t sleep. Jetlag,” you said shortly and gulped down your drink.

“I’m sorry. About Jimin,” you stumbled. “And about what happened with Lisa,” you carefully added, watching his expression. He tried to remain unaffected, but there was the slightest twitch in his face. Before he could open his mouth to tell you that ‘it’s fine’ or that ‘he doesn’t care’, you continued talking.

“Look, I’m not pushing you to pour out your heart to me. I just want you to know that when you need someone to talk to, someone other than one of the ‘cool’ boys, who don’t talk about feelings, I’m here. And I’ll listen. I’m not guaranteeing to make things better, but it’s always easier to let things out instead of keeping them in,” you rambled on. You smiled at him and he returned it. It was a genuine smile, you could tell. Putting the glass down, you proceeded to make your way back to your room.

“Thank you,” he mumbled as you passed him. You stopped to look up at him. “No problem,” you whispered before you wandered back to your room, slipped under the covers and tried to fall asleep.

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