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calypsoff · 3 years

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Sixteen. Part 4

Walking around with a gut full of Chris’ babies and his tee on, life is great. It is what I have craved, and then this heat. I smiled closing my eyes as I moved my face up to the sun, this is what I want. I am happy, and the sex was great, I can never get bored of Chris’ dick game, he is so fucking good at it. Stepping outside smiling to myself, just on time. Mel started to call, she said she was. Chris is still asleep; he is tired which doesn’t shock me. I even shifted him from me, and he didn’t move at all, I love the soreness. I also love that Chris has been eating fruit, it was better to swallow, tasty I would say “Morning!” Mel spat “good morning friend” sitting down on the lounger, a little sore I would say. I can feel it now, the soreness “damn” I breathed out “mhmmm so how is Mexico? Spill the tea, unless Chris is there?” I smirked “he is asleep, I think I wore him out. I wore him out, you know” I can’t stop smiling “wore him out? How did he take the handcuffs?” I giggled “he uhm at first didn’t trust me, made me twirl around with my booty out. And I just used my cute face, he agreed but he was annoyed. His wrists were sore, so he says. But it was good, we had a good night. I did think I would be sleeping with him but I woke up early and I am talking to you. I actually wore him out, girl I was riding him but then I took the handcuffs off him and he gripped me to the bed” Mel screamed down the phone and so did I “you are having the time of your life! How many times!?” she half shouted “girl, I don’t know. I think he came about six times; I don’t know. Maybe it was pre-cum but I got him good, one minute I want to light my blunt” placing the phone down, I am so happy like I feel so good, I want to ride him right now.

Blowing the smoke out from my lips “I am back girl, but yeah. Its wild but my sex drive has been turned on and I can’t stop, I orgasm so hard. Bitch, I do!” Mel can’t stop laughing “the fuck has happened to you? Like seriously? You and Rakim didn’t have any sex, the hell. What changed” I shrugged “because I fancy my man, my best friend, my childhood lover. He is everything I have wanted Mel and I am happy. Oh and” placing the blunt between my lips “oh and what bitch? Girl you are bad, like forget him biting your damn neck, you are the worst now. Out of nowhere” blowing the smoke out from my lips “I ain’t taking the pill, I have been off for like six or seven weeks now” the phone went silent “you both playing with fire!?” Mel shouted “well me, but I want a baby” I am being deadass “wait, hold on Robyn. Baby, what the fuck is happening? What do you mean me? Chile, you have a career. You are doing it at the wrong time, why are you doing this?” they going to call me crazy “I just want to be a mother, I couldn’t care less for this life Mel. I am happy to be not famous, I am content with this” Mel is speechless I get it but I want a baby, I want to have a baby with him “and Chris is ok with this?” clearing my throat “maybe not but he will be fine, if it happens then it happens. Chris says no but then he gets over it, I want to be a young mother Mel. I can still do all this shit; I just want to have a family. I want a husband, I just want the family I didn’t get, and I will do everything I can do keep that” Mel doesn’t approve clearly “he deserves to know” Mel mumbled “when it happens, I am telling you about this situation and that is it” she needs to accept it.

Placing my hand on his chest and pecking his lips “Chris, baby. Wake up” a smile formed on his face, he is awake “wake up my love” pressing a kiss to his lips “morning” he said groggily “I want this every waking morning, for you to be in my bed. Wake up, I am waiting to have something to eat ok?” Chris nodded his head and stretched out his body, he is so sexy. Shuffling off of the bed, he will come when he is ready, let me go and wait for him. Smiling wide walking over to the dining table, I am so in love and if they think I won’t drop my career, I would. Maybe I am crazy in love, I feel it but I just want him” pulling the chair back, sitting down slowly. I am still a little sore, I do understand Mel is not happy with me but if Chris and I did make it when we were younger, my life would have been so different, his life would be. He would have been famous; I just know it. I have been off the pill for a while now and I am just thinking when will I get caught but I got a little feeling in my stomach, I think maybe it’s just me but I am late with my period and I haven’t said anything, leaving it in god’s hands if I am, then I am.

Here is my lazy man, look at him half sleepy “I smell like you, sniff my face” Chris leaned into me, sniffing his face “it smells divine” I snorted laughing “not wrong though, smells wonderful. Love you though” he pulled the chair out “so, gather yourself together so we can go and explore together as a couple. Take you to some spots that I like, I know you will love it” Chris cooed out shuffling his chair in “I am here for it, I am going to tan while I am out here. I look a little tanned, but I need it more. I am too light skinned right?” he isn’t wrong “so can I, remember when I started getting so pale because of how cold it was in Virginia? You called me Casper” Chris busted out laughing “oh shit, I did. Casper the green eyed ghost, oh my god. How do I come out with such shit and you don’t whoop my ass about it. I have called you a lot of things, it’s crazy because we have done so much together in such little time. Wild” watching Chris pour the OJ into the glass “that is because we spent every day together Chris, weekend included. Was you intrigued by me?” tilting my head to the side “I was, like I ain’t ever seen a forehead that big” hitting his arm “why do you have to be this way” I chuckled “I am joking but yeah, you were different. You are from the islands and your accent, your face, your small titties. It just caught me” I swear, I hate him “you’re so annoying, mr I am tired. You are so weak” kissing my teeth “you know how hard I came!? You know how much strength it takes from me to ejaculate!? Not my fault you don’t have an off switch” he is not wrong I don’t “not my fault I be feeling horny” annoying ass.

The many reasons why I love coming to Mexico is because I get to do what I like without having my bodyguard around, I don’t get harassed at all “where we going again? I don’t remember you mentioning it” I actually did but he doesn’t remember “so we are going to Gran Cenote, Best Cenote in Tulum, just you and I and good vibes. Honestly you will love it” I am saying this but I haven’t been there, I just got Jen to research it and it sounded good “been there before” see how I knew he would ask that “no” I couldn’t help but smile because he got me “but you know it’s good” waving him off “don’t be so negative” Chris snorted laughing “it’s ok, I trust you. To be honest I would be happy to be just in that beautiful home you got us in, it’s amazing” then it came to me, he is wearing jeans “Chris, did you bring any other clothes? How are you wearing jeans in this heat” I should have done a spot check on his clothes, I am so dumb “mhmm, what is wrong with jeans?” is he hot or cold “because we are on holiday together and it’s hot here! You should be wearing light colours, I can only imagine how heated it is around your dick, you are so musty. So you got nothing else?” he shook his head “you know what, I will get the driver to take us to get you some swimming trunks, you will need it. I promise you” Chris sighed out, he is annoyed but he is actually the annoying one wearing jeans and a tee but I love him, including his stupidity “excuse me” the driver looked in his rear-view mirror “before we get there can you take us to get some clothes, men’s please” I was expecting Chris to refuse but he didn’t, he knows he is stupid but my fault I should have checked before going with him.

The driver took us to this very cute boutique, I am impressed “thank you” I said to the driver “you don’t need to walk us in” I think I will walk with my stupid boyfriend here, the store assistant eyes widened but she bowed her head “welcome, welcome” stepping into the store “hi” the guy behind the cashier desk came up to us “welcome to Crasqi Rihanna, I am Viktor” he shook my hand, I assumed he was going to be Mexican but no, just a regular American, maybe he moved here. He shook Chris’ hand “Chris” looking around the store “Viktor, welcome” stepping to the side “my boyfriend here decided to wear jeans when we are going to Gran Cenote” the guy chuckled “well you come to the right place, we have the full range. Are you looking to swim” nodding my head “I am, and he will be but he isn’t saying much, speak up” looking behind me “yeah” Chris side eyed me, but he is stupid “I want to get him a few swim shorts and some pants for this weather too, he is ok with top but if you can show him the range and he can change into it. Also you got slides?” I would like to kick Chris, he looks like a goof “come right this way” gesturing Chris to go ahead of me, he can choose what he wants.

Chris has gone to change into the shorts, least he is wearing a tee but I do understand Chris. He doesn’t have holiday clothes because he hasn’t been away like that that so I won’t keep bringing it up with him because if so, he will end up being angry at me about it but he really needs to know how to dress. I wonder if he will let me pay, I doubt it but I won’t be pushing him about it if he wants to do it “he is taking him time” I said laughing, he is taking ages “I am done” he walked out of the dressing room with his shorts on and tee “see, you look better. You got your stick legs out and everything” looking down to his feet “I bet your feet feel free, maybe put your socks on under the slides, give me your clothes” walking over to him, taking his jeans and sneakers from him “my feet ugly?” shaking my head smiling “you can take them off when we get there, do it” Chris nodded his head “you can sit here sir and do it” Viktor gestured him too “thank you” while he is doing that I can go and pay, he won’t notice and this will be nothing anyways.

Folding his jeans while back in the car “taking care of me?” Chris grinned at me, smiling lightly at him “I am, there is a reason why I do at times buy on the go. Different climates, if I am going Barbados I know how to dress there but mainly if I am on the road and I am in Europe, it’s unpredictable so I just kind of buy on the go. You will get used to it” placing his folded jeans on my lap “it’s Texas, you know. I don’t be predicting things. I am a simple man Robyn, my bad” he shrugged “stop it, it’s fine Chris. I want to spoil you” Chris sighed out “you paid too, thank you. For everything, you really opening my eyes to things and just the simple fact you got my legend Lebron to say that to me and now this, thank you. I find it hard sometimes. Sometimes I want to be like no but I remembered I said I would let you. If I see it as Robyn I am cool, still a little freaked out about Rihanna, I mean ask the driver. Can you imagine that you got Rihanna here” he is so stupid “speechless friend” Chris eyeballed me “see!” shaking my head “stop it” I mumbled, I would like to say for him to get over it but I can’t, that would be rude of me because it is new to him still.

Getting out of the car “Miss Fenty, I am guide” the guy didn’t wait a second “hi” I smiled, throwing Chris’ jeans in the backseat “I am Juan, welcome” pulling down my beach dress “thank you” smiling at him, looking to the side of me and Chris finally appeared “I am your guide” he shook Chris’ hand “nice to meet you” Chris said and then looked at me “what?” I shook my head “is it far this place?” he asked, I knew he would “like wearing slides won’t hurt?” the guy looked down at Chris “I understand what you mean, no it’s not far. I am taking you there and that is it. We usually do a longer version, but it’s personalised to you Rihanna” he smiled at me, like the type of smile you give to someone you love, holding onto Chris’ hand “miss Fenty would you like me to come with as protection?” the driver thinks he is my bodyguard “no we are fine, let’s go Juan. I am sure Chris will protect me” Chris rolled his eyes “did you put sun cream on?” I asked him, I mean I thin I know the answer “no” I knew it “you’re a good boy” I said through gritted teeth.

This is so amazing, like I haven’t been here “Gran Cenote is comprised of a river like open air cenote flanked by two snorkelling areas and surrounded by caves and caverns” there is literally a hug gap in the cave, and I can see the crystal clear water, it’s a little scary to look down. I let out a scream as Chris jokingly pushed me “idiot” Juan laughed “Rihanna you would be fine, you can free dive off this, nothing would happen to you” I don’t think so, is he crazy “these are water-filled sinkholes that naturally occur in limestone rock when an underground cave collapses in on itself and exposes the groundwater underneath. There are thousands of cenotes dotted around but you can free dive, it’s not high at all, it looks it but you can jump in” looking at Chris “let’s do it” frowning at Chris “uhm, I mean I can swim but still, I mean I am used to the water” Chris wants to do it “are you sure it’s safe? I mean the water is so clear, but we won’t die? It is deep enough” Juan placed his hand over his heart “I would not danger Rihanna, I promise you. I have done it myself, see the couple across there, watch them do it” the guy just did a little run and jumped down, my eyes widened watching him free fall down and then splashed “it’s not far down” he says that but, is the guy even alive but he is. His head popped up from the water “then you climb up the stairs back here, I promise it is fun” I am between saying no and wanting to do it, looks fun” if I don’t I know Chris will.

I feel so nervous “you won’t let go of my hand right? You won’t let me drown either? You promise, if you let my hand go I will cry” Chris laughed “promise, when I count to three we both run and jump?” I feel the adrenalin right now in my body, I am nervous “I will video you both running, when you ready!” Juan shouted, I told him to video us “not let my hand go” I said again” Chris laughed “I promise, right? I am going to start counting. So one, two, three” Chris moved but I didn’t, I was testing him and he stopped “what?” I snorted laughing “I was testing to see if you did hold my hand and not let go, seriously. I am a little scared, like still?” Chris groaned out “baby, it’s fine. You spider monkey, you will climb anything. We start again and you count, I promise I got you” now we got to start again, hearing a little cheering. Then I see that couple just cheering on, I wish they didn’t “fine, one… two… three” Chris and I started to run and then we both jumped, feeling myself fall and I let out the loudest scream I could.

I can’t believe I just did that, looking “you did it!!” Juan shouted, feeling Chris pull me to him “that was nothing, I want to do it again actually” wrapping my arms around his neck “this is nice, look at it” looking around us, this is really a cave too. Chris pressed kisses to the side of my face “this water is so clear” looking to him “it is, see I told you I got you. I didn’t even let go of your hand but I think I fell in deeper than you, I am fat” he chuckled “my ass, you just a man” pressing a kiss to his lips “I liked it though, and I got to do it with you. Makes it even better, let’s go to see the guide. Before we just stay here forever” Chris moved to swim away, I did think he would let my hand go but he didn’t. He pulled me along “you can swim?” I said confused “mhmmm no, I seen it on films. I ain’t scared of it, I got you” I like that, turns me on actually. He yanked me ahead of him “climb up then” I love a protective man; he is the best.

Taking a sip from the cocktail, I am tired, and I didn’t even do anything “we made memories” Chris passed my phone back “we did, good video. I feel like this is our honeymoon” I really do “it does, I was thinking the same thing “we think alike, that is twin behaviour” I pointed to him “we see each other” I giggled “we do, so when you go back to Cali you doing what?” he asked “rehearsals, few days. Because I am using old content I don’t need to really do anything big, then rest day and then I am off to my first date. Hopefully you are coming? You are staying with me right?” I want him to just stay “uhhh no, what I am thinking is to go back to Virginia, see my family. Go to Texas and then me and the boys meet you there. I want to see my mom before going, she keeps asking. She misses me” I don’t want to sound selfish, but I will “fine, you are coming though yes?” he nodded his head “I am, promise. Then while I am there I can catch up on my social media things. I know like things are a little wild, I see people using my mug shot too. Rihanna got a thug in her life, they don’t like that I am a soft nigga, I ain’t like I was but what can I do to stop it you know” squinting at him “does it bug you? With what they are saying, they don’t know you and I am not even give then content, I will post when I need too, I think once I start doing my promo for the album the question will come up and I am going to tell them what kind of man I got in my life, you’re the sweetest guy” Chris put his head down smiling, he is so sweet.

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exoticarmy127 · 5 years

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Waste It On Me (You, Jungkook, V) Part 1/3

🎵 “But baby I’m no stranger, to heartbreak and the pain of always being let go.” Waste it On Me by Steve Aoki feat. BTS

“Jen? Are you okay?”

It was a Thursday afternoon when Y/N saw the girl hunched over in one of the aisles, way in the back of the small bookstore she’s currently in. The autumn wind has picked up outside since the sun dipped lower in the sky, preparing to welcome the lonesome moon, and she was just about to lounge in the backroom with a warm cup of tea when she spotted the girl on the floor who was obviously sobbing.

“Jen?” Y/N called again as she slowly walked towards young girl. Jen was one of the regulars in the store and would come in at least three times a week after school to take a book and hang out in one of the store’s reading nooks until the owner would announce closing time. They weren’t exactly close but well-acquainted, considering she was here every day, herself.

Jen looked up with swollen eyes and a runny nose, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel a pang in her chest at the sight. She had seen that face before.

“Oh. Y/N...” she began to stand, wobbling slightly as she tried to get her footing right. She dropped a crumpled up-red paper in the process and Y/N caught a glimpse of small hearts scattered over cursive writing on it. But before she could make out the words, Jen was quick to manage herself and picked it up quickly.

“Are you—“

“I’m fine.” She said a little too quickly, a clear sign that she was not. Before Y/N could think twice of her actions, she stepped forward and pulled her into her arms for a hug, knowing for sure it’s the one thing she needed right now. The one thing she needed back then when she was the one curled in a ball with tear-stained cheeks; feeling like the world has crashed down on her.

“It hurts so bad.” She cried on her shoulder and Y/N sighed as she patted her back in comfort.

I know, I know, she thought. She knew exactly what a broken heart felt like.

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FLASHBACK

It was a sunny Thursday afternoon in the fall when she first saw him.

Donned in a black, oversized hoodie over his uniform with large headphones in as he skated out of the campus gates, he was a sight straight out from any contemporary Young Adult novel. Y/N had been sitting by the campus steps when he skated by and it felt like time slowed for a brief moment… with skater boy taking center stage as if an imaginary spotlight had settled over his form.

It was then that Y/N knew he was different. He was special.

But that brief moment shattered when all of a sudden, a certain clumsy classmate accidentally tripped on the steps and spilled the drink he was holding onto her lap.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!”

Y/N grimaced as she looked down at her lap, her school skirt and the edge of her blouse stained with pink, strawberry milk. She wasn’t sure how she would explain this to her mom later.

“Here. Take it, please.” Y/N looked up then to find unruly brown hair and large glasses upon pretty (panicked) eyes that would’ve been prettier if the glasses weren’t in the way.

“It’s fine—“ Y/N started to stand but the guy kept pushing his handkerchief towards her.

“No! I’m so clumsy, I’m sorry. Please, I insist. Do you need a ride home? I have a car. You’re Y/N, right?”

At that, Y/N paused, giving him an inquisitive look. “How did you know my name?”

The guy seemed to catch his previous statement and an evident blush colored his cheeks. “Oh u-uh… we—we share a class. English and History with Mrs. Jung.”

Y/N blinked, browsing through the faces of her classmates in her head just as a familiar head of hair sparked in her thoughts, one that sat at the front of the room in every class.

“Oh yeah, I think I know you. Kim—“

“Kim Taehyung.” He finished with a bow.

“Y/FN.”

“I know.”

Y/N smiled when he paused, which was quickly followed by an embarrassed look on his face.

“Anyways,” she took his handkerchief. “Thanks for this. I should get home, though. The milk’s getting sticky.”

“Let me take you home at least.” Taehyung offered once more.

“Oh no, it’s okay—“

“Please. I feel really bad about the whole thing and the least I can do is get you home a lot faster so you can get changed.”

And that was how Taehyung suddenly became a constant in Y/N’s life. With his sweet and lively personality, it wasn’t hard at all for them to become the best of friends. Days turned into weeks, weeks to months and months to a year, and Y/N began to know Taehyung like the back of her hand and vice versa. So well that Y/N could easily tell what runs in his head while Taehyung easily noticed his best friend’s admiration for a certain boy in a hoodie and skateboard.

“Jeon Jungkook.” Taehyung had said out of the blue while they were having lunch in the cafeteria.

Y/N coughed, almost choking on her apple. “What?”

Taehyung grinned, which almost looked smug. “That guy you’ve been stealing glances at for—“ he pretended to count the time but rolled his eyes in the end. “Since we got here?” He jabbed a finger over his shoulder, pointing at the back of the cafeteria where a familiar face sat alone in a table, munching on a sandwich. “His name’s Jeon Jungkook. He’s in my Calculus.”

Y/N tried to look nonchalant, not wanting to tell Taehyung that she already knew his name. She might have stalked him in the library once and took the book he recently borrowed to know his name written on the library card.

“So?” She grumbled, but she could feel the heat creeping to her cheeks as she bit into her apple once more.

“What do you like about him?” Taehyung asked, but this time his tone sounded a lot less cheery.

“I don’t like him!”

“Oh really?” Y/N nodded vigorously. He smirked as he placed his chin on the palm of his hand. “So, you just like randomly staring at people with heart eyes?”

“And what if I do?”

“You don’t stare at me like that.”

Y/N looked at him then but before she could read his expression, the warning bell rang, implying that they needed to get back to class soon.

“I don’t like him.” She said with finality in her tone as she gathered her things and left. As he watched her go, Taehyung sighed, knowing she was lying.

They both were.

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Jeon Jungkook was no one special.

That’s what Y/N had been trying to convince herself for the past year since she first saw him riding his skateboard freshman year. However, the more she saw of him, the more curious she got. It was only during the second semester of her sophomore year did she get the chance to actually talk to the guy... when they shared a table in the library.

“Is this seat taken?” He had asked and as Y/N looked up from the novel she was reading, her speech seem to escape her even when actual words were staring right at her in the face with the book she was holding. At least she managed to shake her head.

“Thanks.” He pulled up a chair opposite her and as he set the book he was holding down onto the table, she smiled when she caught sight of one of her favorite books: a collection of sonnets from the one and only, William Shakespeare. She didn’t peg Jungkook as the poetic type, and Y/N would be lying if she didn’t say it was a good surprise.

“That’s a good one.” She blurted out and when Jungkook looked up at her, she panicked; realizing she just said it out loud. “The book, I mean.”

“Um. Yeah. So, I was told.” He deadpanned before opening the book.

“The author is one of my favorites actually. I mean, he’s Shakespeare, what’s not to like—“

“Which I should be reading right about now.” Jungkook said, not daring to hide his annoyance. “Would be great if you can just let me read in peace.”

At his words, Y/N felt a pang in her chest, hurt for being shut down and a little irritated at his rudeness.

“Um… okay.” She said and that was that. That rude encounter didn’t diminish the burning flame she had for him, however. In fact, it only encouraged her to try harder.

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PRESENT

“So, I did it. I told him I felt but—“ Jen sniffed, fingers idling on the hot cup of tea Y/N had just made for her.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N said while Jen shook her head.

“It was my fault, really. I already knew he was going to say no. He had shown nothing to reciprocate my feelings. Friendly but never too much. Nice but never enough to be a sign that he could like me.”

Y/N pressed her lips together, listening.

“But I still did it. I still did it because I couldn’t live my life keeping it a secret forever. I wanted him to know. I wanted him to know he had my heart the very first day and had hoped he felt the same way. And maybe that’s when I made a mistake. I decided to give my heart without thought or reason...I just... I decided to love.”

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FLASHBACK

If Satan had a brother, Jeon Jungkook might as well take that title.

As the years passed, Y/N watched Jungkook get into several fights, receive a flurry of detention slips and get reprimanded by teachers at least a few times every day for not wearing his uniform right or failing to submit an assignment on time. There was even a time when he got called by the principal for being caught smoking within school grounds—one Y/N had noticed earlier that morning when she smelled smoke the moment he passed her in the hall. He even traded his skateboard for a motorcycle, now. One that definitely looked like it can take you to hell.

Jeon Jungkook came from being the quiet kid at the back of the class to the feared rebel who bullies younger students. He even formed his own gang—a bunch of delinquents he often hung out with in town. There was a Park Jimin whose known for being a notorious street fighter; a Min Yoongi who’s rumored to be the son of the owner of an underground gambling hub in Seoul and a Jung Hoseok, who everyone says has been in jail a few times due to his stealing habits.

Despite his bad reputation, Y/N still felt for him and she couldn’t understand why her heart decided to set its mark on a boy who’s obviously bad for her, who’s obviously going to break her heart in the end. But she figured, the heart wants what it wants.

“Y/N focus. You’re staring again.” Taehyung reminded as he tapped the text book in front of her with the rear end of his pencil. They were currently studying for finals and Taehyung (a.k.a the smartest student in their year) had volunteered to help her with her Math.

“I was not.” She grumbled as she returned to her solving the sample math problem he had given her.

“You so where.” Taehyung teased, glancing up briefly at the table to their left before adding, “What do you even see in that guy?”

Y/N had admitted to her best friend her long-time crush on the school’s notorious bad boy. The funny part was, Taehyung barely reacted when she told him, reasoning that she wasn’t the subtlest person out there.

Looking at it from a spectator’s point of view, it’s absurd that she would even want to be with the likes of Jungkook when her ‘crew’ involved valedictorians and class presidents, and her grades never really went lower than a B, but she figured feelings were uncontrollable little suckers, and there’s just something about Jungkook that makes her feel alive.

“Plenty. He’s pretty hot. Have you seen his biceps?” She grinned and Taehyung made a disgusted face at her.

“Is that it? You like him because of his biceps?”

“No, he has nice eyes too.”

“How would you even know? He always has his hood on!”

Y/N licked her lips, thinking how she knows because Jungkook often sat on her table at the library to read, even when they rarely spoke. And if they did talk to each other, it would be him trying to shut her up.

“I just know.” She mumbled.

Taehyung sighed and suddenly reached over the table to hold her hand. Y/N looked up, surprised, but didn’t question his actions when he looked so serious.

“I don’t like that you like him.” He said. “I don’t like that you like Jungkook.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” Taehyung leaned back with a huff. He looked like he was about to say something but decided against it in the end and said instead, “Because he’s a delinquent, Y/N. And I don’t want you getting involved in his problems. He’s trouble. You know that.”

Y/N blinked at his words, realizing that this was the first time Taehyung had spoken up about Jungkook. Just then, she heard a loud screeching sound of a chair being dragged against the floor and when her eyes snapped up, she saw Jungkook hastily leaving his seat and moving towards the exit. Y/N suddenly looked down and saw how Taehyung’s hand was still holding hers, thinking what it must’ve looked like to Jungkook. It was a crazy thought—not to mention, it didn’t make sense why that would affect him but Y/N pulled her hand away from Taehyung’s anyway before standing up herself.

“I have to go.”

“Wait, what? Y/N! Where are you going?!” Taehyung didn’t get the chance to stop her, however, not when she left so quickly, like she was chasing after something (or someone) very important.

Y/N rushed out of the library, eyes searching for a familiar hoodie.

Bingo! She thought when she spotted him moving towards the parking lot where his motorbike must be parked. Running after him, she panted as she tried her best to catch up to his fast, long strides.

“Jungkook!” She called once they reached the lot’s gates. Jungkook looked over his shoulder then and stopped, waiting for her to catch up. Once she was standing in front of him, Y/N let herself catch her breath from running after him.

“Can I help you?” Jungkook deadpanned.

“I... I just...” Y/N’s mind went black as those doe-shaped eyes settled on her, suddenly unsure why she had run after him in the first place.

“You’re wasting my time, Y/LN.”

Y/N blinked at the mention of her surname, not expecting he would know. “You...you know my name?”

Jungkook seemed to pause at that, and then cleared his throat. “Same class. You’re friends with the rich kid. The nerd.”

“My friend’s not a nerd.” She defended, knowing he was talking about Taehyung.

“Your boyfriend, then?” Jungkook’s eyes darkened and Y/N was speechless but didn’t get the chance to say anything as he was already turning to leave.

He just hopped onto his motorbike when she blurted: “You should know that I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Jungkook paused from putting his helmet on, placing it on his thigh as he leaned on it to give her a smug look. “What makes you think I’d care to know?”

“You don’t have to care.” She replied bravely and Jungkook leaned back, looking mildly impressed. “I just want you to know I don’t like Tae like that.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Does he know that, though? It looks to me that your ‘friend’ is as subtle as a brick through a window.”

Y/N blinked a few times, unsure if he meant what she thinks he’s trying to say. “What? He’s not—“ the motorbike’s engine roared to life, drowning out her words.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. It’ll be good for you.” He winked before revving up the bike and accelerating, leaving her in dust and smoke. Once he was out of sight, Y/N stomped her feet and growled in frustration.

“I don’t like him like that!” She yelled at him, even though she knows he’s already long gone. As she left the parking lot in annoyance, she didn’t know that a set of eyes with glasses watched their whole exchange from a corner, heart breaking into a tiny million pieces.

~~~

Love is a risk. That’s what Y/N told herself as she fidgeted with the box in her hands—a small box holding the best cupcake she ever made. On top of it was an envelope holding her most precious feelings for a certain someone, laid out in the most thoughtful and beautiful words.

Y/N knew she and Jungkook developed in the past year. They weren’t friends, but definitely considers herself an acquaintance of his with how the boy always sits with her at the library (and doesn’t snap at her to shut up anymore). There was even a time when he helped her with her Math homework. Well, it was more like him taking her assignment paper and answering everything (correctly, she might add) before handing it over with a roll of his eyes; telling her that she’s been struggling for more than an hour already and it was hurting his head seeing her thinking so hard over a very simple equation. She even made him smile once—thought it may have been a grimace, and noticed how he would acknowledge her with a nod when they pass by in the hallways. With those improvements, Y/N decided it was time to take it up a notch.

On Valentine’s Day, Y/N decided to confess her feelings to Jungkook. Despite being known as the campus bad boy, Jungkook had an army of admirers so Y/N expected that he would be receiving a lot of gifts that day. How will she stand out?

But even though she’s competing with several girl scouts, she knew all of them didn’t have the guts to actually come up and talk to him and Y/N will use that advantage to confess her feelings to him at the lot just before he leaves.

After school, Y/N couldn’t help but feel nervous as she walked towards the parking lot and waited by a corner until her target appeared. Soon enough, Jungkook strolled through the gates, twirling his keys on his finger while whistling a tune. Y/N took her chance, then.

“Jungkook.” She called, stopping the man from walking and whistling. “Hi.”

“Uh, hi.” He simply answered, looking genuinely surprised. “Can I help you?”

“Oh uh. I just...I’m sorry. I was just wondering if I can talk to you for a sec?”

Jungkook regarded her with a long look before eventually shrugging and facing her fully. Y/N took that as a yes and inhaled deeply before reaching into her bag for the box and letter. Jungkook looked curious at first but upon recognizing the gifts, his expression turned to surprised and maybe, a little unbelieving.

“Jungkook. I...I’ve known you since freshman year and the very first day I saw you, I already knew you were someone special.” Jungkook remained silent, and Y/N took it as a cue to continue.

“I know we barely know each other but I...I think my heart knows well enough that I—“

“Hey, Jungkook!”

Y/N snapped up at the call and saw three guys walking towards them. She easily recognized them as Jungkook’s friends: Jimin, Yoongi and Hoseok.

“We we’re looking for you, man! You ready to hit up some chicks at the club tonight?” Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows teasingly and punches at Jungkook’s bicep.

“Oh look, I think Jungkook already has a date.” Jimin smirked as he faced Y/N. “Hey baby, what’s your name?”

Y/N stepped back a little, throwing a glance at Jungkook for help. She knows Jungkook won’t hurt her, but she’s not quite sure about his friends.

Jungkook had a blank expression on his face, however, looking like he couldn’t care less. It hurt her, but even more so when he answered, “No one.”

Y/N felt her heart break, then.

“I don’t think she’s ‘no one’, though.” Hoseok smirked, suddenly stepping up and grabbing the letter from her hands. Before Y/N could protest, he already ripped the envelope open and unfolded the paper, making her gasp. Fear gripped her heart as the boy began to read her letter out loud—her letter holding her deepest thoughts...her letter confessing her heart to Jungkook.

“No…please stop.” She cried but her pleas were to no avail.

“Awww! That’s so sweet!” Jimin snickered before looking back at her. “And I bet that box has a cupcake. Maybe we should make sure it’s just as sweet—“

“Let’s go, guys. Just leave her alone.” Yoongi spoke for the first time, surprising Y/N who looked close to tears. “We’ll be late if we don’t leave now.”

“But I’m not finished with the letter. Hear this: Jungkook, I knew from the very first day I saw you on that skateboard that you were going to be a big part of my life. My heart just—“ Hoseok cringed then laughed. “This is golden!”

Just then, a hand suddenly ripped the paper from Hoseok’s hand and when Y/N looked to her right, she’s surprised to see Taehyung by her side.

“I think we’re done here. Now you can all leave or do you want me to add more days—no, weeks to your community service in the next few months?”

The boys stood straighter at his presence, looking more intimidating than usual.

“Come on, smarty pants. We were just having fun.” Jimin joked.

“You’re harassing a student.” Taehyung countered. And if eyes could kill, his stare would have caused casualties. “That doesn’t seem like a joke. Now leave before I tell the principal.”

Hoseok and Jimin looked at each other then, grinning menacingly before cracking their knuckles.

“What are you gonna do about it, nerd?” Jimin taunted as he pushed at Taehyung’s chest.

“Gonna tell on us, huh? Maybe we should beat up that mouth of yours till you can no longer talk.” Jimin reached out and grabbed at Taehyung’s collar. Y/N was gripped with fear, not wanting her best friend to get hurt and immediately tried to pull Jimin’s fist from him.

“Please, stop.” She cried. “Please, don’t hurt him. We’ll leave!”

Y/N stared in fear when she saw the boy pulling back his arm for a punch. Before she could brace for the impact, a hand slammed down on his shoulder, stopping him. Y/N looked up with tears cascading down her cheeks and found Jungkook pulling Jimin back, but his gaze was set on her; blank and cold.

“Let’s go. They’re not worth it.”

Y/N might as well have been punched in the gut at his words and as his gang retreated, Taehyung held her wrist until they left completely; as if he expected her to run after Jungkook just left without a sorry...without a care.

“What makes you think I’d care to know?” Jungkook’s voice echoed in her ears, squeezing her heart painfully.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung finally asked once they were gone but Y/N didn’t answer.

“Y/N. What were you thinking?” He suddenly scolded, unable to help the anger he felt from seeing her with Jungkook a while ago. “Confess to Jungkook? Really? You do realize it has ‘bad idea’ written all over it? The guy had been nothing but awful to you—“

“Please leave me alone, Tae.” Y/N spoke, silencing him.

“Y/N—“

“I said leave me alone!” She snapped. “Just go, Tae!”

Taehyung pressed his lips together, breathing out through his nose before handing over her confession letter and leaving. But before he left, he said, “If you need a ride home, my driver—“

“Just go.” She said, unable to help the wobble in her voice.

With a sigh, Taehyung left. Only when he was out of earshot did Y/N let the tears fall. She raised the confession letter to her face, staining it with tears before finally ripping it apart into pieces and letting it fall to the ground, mimicking her heart that shattered into a million pieces just a while ago.

“I’m so stupid!” She cried, legs giving out and she sat there on the pavement as sobs bubbled out of her chest.

I’m so stupid, she kept telling herself. I’m so stupid to have fallen in love with you, Jeon Jungkook.

~~~

PRESENT

“What do I do now?” Jen asked. “I don’t think I can ever face him in school after what happened.”

Y/N sighed, thinking back to how she was in her exact position years ago.

“You move on.” She answered simply. “You heal. Because time itself is the only thing that could ease the pain.”

~~~

FLASHBACK

Y/N spent the remainder of her high school days avoiding Jeon Jungkook.

It was pretty easy, considering Jungkook never sought her out nor tried to apologize for the humiliation his friends caused her. There was also the fact that he just disappeared one day without a trace. There were talks that he got into jail, immigrated to the US and even got injured badly in a fight. Whatever it was, Y/N didn’t seem to care. She thought it was better that way. She wouldn’t have been able to face him after everything.

Flash forward to two years later and Y/N was a college sophomore at the state university. It was true what people say: time is your best ally when it comes to mending a broken heart, and Y/N found herself healing from her “puppy love” by immersing herself in her course work and focusing on making her dreams come true. She wanted to become a professional chef and took up culinary arts in the hopes of being able to put up her own restaurant someday.

She and Taehyung remained the best of friends and studied in the same university, with the latter taking up business management in preparation for taking over their family business. Through the years, their friendship only became stronger, and Y/N wouldn’t have been able to pull through those dark days if it weren’t for her best friend who stayed by her side and helped her pull herself back up on her feet.

“I’m so done. I can’t do this anymore. I’m completely drained!” Taehyung placed his head on the text book in front of him, groaning. Y/N simply chuckled, knowing he’s only bluffing and could probably perfect the exam even if he didn’t study. He did graduate valedictorian in high school and was also now the top student in his major. Not that Y/N was surprised. Her best friend is the smartest person she knew.

“Stop being so dramatic. We all know you’re going to kill midterms.”

“Not if it kills me first.”

Y/N chuckled as she ran her hand through his hair to soothe him. “Do you wanna have dinner?”

“Sure.” Taehyung stretched his arms over his head then yawned. “Give me a sec to fix my stuff.” He added, pointing at the stack of books and piles of reviewers he had made.

“Yeah, sure. I actually need to go back to the dorm real quick to grab my wallet and jacket. Can we meet at my place?”

“I can always pay, you know?”

Y/N pretended to think about it. “Hmm… tempting. But even if I have the soon-to-be CEO of Kim Enterprises as my best friend…I think I’ll pass. Wouldn’t want to take advantage, you know?”

Taehyung chuckled. “You know I’d let you if you try.” He winked. “I’ll see you in 15?”

Y/N nodded and grabbed a couple of her books on the desk before leaving the library. That night as she walked through the dark street, she didn’t think life would throw her off course—figuratively and literally—when she crossed the street right across from her apartment building and almost got hit by a motorcycle as she was being careless when she decided to rummage through her bag for her keys while crossing. Luckily, the driver was fast to act and stopped his bike, but Y/N was still caught off guard and ended up throwing herself to the side; her books scattering to the ground as she fell.

“Ow.” She winced as she inspected the skin right above her elbow and found a small gash caused by her grazing it on the pavement.

“Miss, are you okay?”

Black boots crunched against the pavement and as Y/N looked up to see the biker, her world seemed to stop.

He was donned in a black jacket over a white shirt with dark jeans and combat boots. She sat there, dumbfounded, and it felt like time slowed for a brief moment with biker boy taking center stage as if an imaginary spotlight had settled over his form...

Talk about history repeating itself.

“Y—Y/N?”

Y/N swallowed hard at the sound of her name from his lips, tasting the bittersweet taste of yesterday.

“Jungkook.”

To be Continued

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