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If You Love Me | pt.1

🌹AngstFluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part II 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹shower sex 🌹Your boyfriend Mark has been away on his first solo tour for his album, The Other Side. You haven't seen him in months and something is...off. Now that he's back home, there are a few things you need to get off your chest. 🌹20 notes, and I'll release pt. 2 ~

You stared intently at the last text messages your boyfriend sent you.

(7:00 pm) Markie-moo💜: I just landed😁

(7:05 pm) YAYYYY💕 can't wait to see youuuuuuu

(7:05 pm) you sure you don't need me to pick you up?

Read 7:09 pm.

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I'm sure😊 I need to go by the studio real quick, then I'll be omw

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I can't wait to see you, beautiful🖤 I've missed you so much

(7:15 pm) Okay💕 Let me know when you're otw home... I've missed you more!

Read 8:30 pm.

You glanced up at the time on your screen...It's 11pm.

"Your father is very late." You sighed at Milo, who could only look up at you and tilt his head as if he understood the severity of you using the word 'Father' and not 'Daddy'.

The television screen shined through the tall bottle of red wine that sat on your living room table, which casted a shadow on an open bag of gummy bears. You already started snacking on them an hour into waiting for Mark to get to your apartment, and only just realized that you obliterated half the box already. You spent the past three days gearing up for Mark's arrival from his first album tour; aimlessly cleaning your place, cooking all of Mark's favorite foods, buying wine, and meticulously sprinkling rose petals all over the bedroom. You even got dressed up and wore that perfume he liked on you... only to find yourself feeling silly, scratching the belly of his furry baby, as your bones grew stiff waiting for him.

Regrettably, you couldn't deny that you weren't surprised he was a little late. The strongest part of your relationship with Mark was first and foremost, honesty. Mark hated lies and had never told you one himself. Which is why it was so obvious that he has been lying for the past few months. Badly. I was stuck at the studio and I lost track of time, being the most frequently used of the bunch. You'd find him speaking in a low tone for phone calls, rarely letting you use his phone or laptop, and getting absorbed into his phone screen. He started becoming distant... becoming someone completely different from the man you met. You started suspecting he was cheating.

You moved to LA six years ago to pursue owning a business and had no intentions of having a long-term relationship. Mark was a little timid towards you when you first met him through a mutual friend. He never said much outside of the realm of "Hi", "How are you", and "How are you doing?" But as you stuck around more and more, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. You felt connected talking to him about your aspirations, hopes, and fears, knowing that he was always there to listen and share some of those same feelings. It also helped that Mark was (and still is) the most beautiful man you've ever met in your life. Every time you met up with him, you found yourself drinking up all his features; from his pink, heart-shaped lips that opened to a breath-taking smile, to his deep, dark, entrancing eyes. The last time you got lost in Mark's eyes as his best friend, was when your business hit an all-time low.

"I just don't know, Mark..." you sobbed through clogged sinuses. "I don't think I can't still support myself if my business can't make more sales."

Mark was only inches away from you on your couch as you cried into your fetal position.

"Hey, hey..." Mark gently placed his warm hands on your shoulders. "Don't think like that. You've done amazing so far... There has to be something else you can do to get your sales up."

"Well..." You poked your head out briefly. "I could do more marketing... but I already spent so much money on marketing and-"

The tears started reforming in your sore eyes as you hid your head back into your knees. Silence hung in the air like a bad joke as the idea of complete failure circled in your head... You would have to leave the life you worked so hard to build in LA, only to return home to square one, with your tail between your legs. You weren't ready to leave your hard work, your home, your friends, or Mark...

"Y/N..." You felt Mark leaning closer to you with a rasp in his voice. "Look at me."

You reluctantly looked into the eyes of your friend, and suddenly, all the anxiety and fear that you felt only seconds ago, felt like forgotten emotions. His eyes seem to pull you into their calming, deep brown pools.

"Ever since I met you, I have seen you fight and work hard for this. I've admired your passion, and how dedicated you are to your dreams... It's one of my favorite things about you. You can't give up on this now. Not after you worked this hard. Not after you've built this life for yourself all on your own... Not to mention how hard it would be to say goodbye to you if you leave."

"Mark..." You felt your heartbeat in your throat.

"I care about you... and I hate seeing you struggling like this. If you need help, why didn't you ask me?"

"I just didn't want to inconvenience you... I know you've been busy in the studio and doing photoshoots I-... just figured that could do this on my own. Like I've always done everything on my own."

Mark's eyes trailed yours, slowly inching to your nose then your lips...

"You don't have to do this alone." You felt Mark snake his long fingers in between yours. "I'll be there for you... like always."

The bubble developing in your throat was an indication that the waterworks were rising again. Up to this point, Mark has been the most supportive, honest, sweetest, considerate, and the most chill person in your life. He's always been there to listen to whatever you had to tell him; what you see each other doing in the next few years, or a late-night drunken rant about pineapples on pizza. And whenever Mark called, you would drop everything just to hear how his day was. Whenever you hung out with him, you could be alone or in a group of other people, it was like it was just you two. Your soul mate...

You looked into Mark's eyes again, feeling your heart start to race... in your trance, your eyes wandered across his face, admiring how the low glow of the Livingroom television showed his soft textured skin. How his hair was poofy since he raced over to you from his nap. Sometimes you felt like you didn't deserve someone this amazing and supportive to be in your court. But Mark was just your cute little blessing on top of all the other ones. Overcome with emotion, you crash into Mark's arms and held him tight.

"Thank you so much, Mark. For everything." Your stress left your body in a big sigh. "I love you..."

You felt Mark's arms around your waist slowly pull you closer to his body and his face buried into the crook of your neck.

"I love you more..."

You replayed his response in your head as you held on to him.

"I love you more" Thump.

"I love you more" Thump-Thump.

"I love you more" Thump. Thump-Thump-Thump. Thump.

Your heart started to race. Goosebumps raised when Mark's breath lightly brushed your neck, and you felt his strong heartbeat thump against your chest. What was this feeling? You were scared to pull away, frightened of getting lost in his gaze again.

"Um, right s-so..." You cleared your throat. "Thanks again, Markie."

You tried pulling away... but found that Mark's grip was still tight around you.

"Wait..." He spoke in a low tone that made your spine shiver.

Your heart felt like it was going to climb out of your mouth. Of course, you've been this close to Mark plenty of times before, you guys have practically held hands before. But there has never been this type of tension hanging in the air. It was almost suffocating. You looked into Mark's eyes for some sort of sign... but damn, he was looking so gorgeous. Your eyes traced his whole face; every curve of his pink lips, every line in his jaw & every eyelash sitting upon his beautiful eyes. Oh, his eyes... they seemed to sparkle... and they were intently fixed on your mouth. Instinctively, your hands made their way up to his jawline, which produced a small sigh from Mark's parted lips.

He was slowly closing the space between your faces. The heat started to rise in between your ears, as you battled with the thought of kissing your best friend. If you did, you could be either making the best decision of your life... or ruining a friendship with a man you cared for deeply. But you couldn't deny... you wanted him. With every heavy breath that Mark breathed, with every second his hands tightened around your thighs, with every inch that his lips drew closer to yours... your desire for him grew. The realization that you loved him grew.

"Mark-"

With the most genuine softness, Mark closed the painful gap between both pairs of lips. Both of your bodies were lost in each other... neither of you realized just how steamy your little make-out session got. You became a couple shortly after, with this year being your third year together.

With each passing day, you felt more frustrated in your conflicted feelings. On one side, you were upset at him... but more at yourself for letting the situation grow. On the other hand, you felt the yearning for him grow hot and restless in your core, and eventually, you couldn't help but touch yourself out of the thought of him. The way his dark, loose curls flop over his forehead, the sparkle in his eyes, the sincerity of his smile, the sweetest of his cologne, the slight curve of his lips, the softness of his skin, the heat of his breath-

You snap out of your trance when you hear the jingle of keys at the door. You tap your screen back to life. It's 11:55 pm.

"I'm home!" Mark poked his head through the door at beamed at you on the couch.

"Mark..." You couldn't help but sigh.

"Babe!" Mark cheesed the brightest smile you've ever seen as his chest collided with yours.

His arms tightly squeezed around your waist as you heard him drink in your scent. Finally, your boyfriend was home, with a bouquet as bright as his smile. Almost instinctively, your nerves weakened in his warm embrace, and you melted around him. You forgot about everything you were ever upset about. With every bone in your aching body, you wanted to hold him... feel his skin gently graze yours, caress his adorable face, and shower him in kisses... but he still broke his promise. The one person in your life who was always truthful, real, and loyal... wasn't anymore.

"I missed you so, so much..." Mark whispered into your ear.

"Mark..." You pulled away from him. "What took you so long..."

"I'm sorry," He sighed. "I got tied up again-"

"Mark I..." You paused. "I've spent all of the past 3 days preparing all this stuff for you. And I have been... trying so hard to be so excited for you to come home. For you be in my arms again, to kiss you, to make absolute love to you..."

"What?" Mark's eyes widened.

"We need to talk about something."

Mark's smile slowly started to fade and the bouquet slowly lowered from his grasp.

"You've broken the one promise that we've had in this relationship... you lied to me, Mark. And you've been doing it over and over... And I'd hope that our bond was strong enough for you to realize that I would notice that."

"Hey-"

Mark gently placed the bouquet on the kitchen counter and held both of your hands in his.

"Do you truly think I'm cheating on you?"

You looked longingly into his eyes, only to be handed a cold, serious gaze in return.

"No," You bit your lip in hesitation. "You wouldn't do something like that. But I don't know what to think, Mark."

Mark sighed deeply...

"I leave for months and come back to a fight..." He scratched the back of his head in frustration. "You said that the one promise we made in this relationship was honesty, but you broke another one too. You don't trust me to be loyal to you?"

"I do trust you! But what am I supposed to make of this, Mark?" Your eyes stung.

Mark's cold gaze softened. "I have never had the thought of ever cheating on you and would never. I'm sorry that I was distant and made you feel that I wasn't being truthful."

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it until now..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I've been waiting for forever just to get back home to you." You felt his warm hands caress your waist. "Can I please kiss my beautiful girlfriend now?"

"Yes." You breathed.

Mark snaked his hands further around your waist, and with a passionate firmness, pursed his lips between yours. You felt your body tingle with warmth and your heart beating heavily against your boyfriend's chest. A groan left Mark's lips as he left yours.

"Hey..." Mark's voice turned raspy as he eyed your body. "You deserve my honesty; The real reason I have been distant is because I was putting a lot of energy into planning something really important."

"Planning something...?" Your head cocked to one side. "For your album?"

"No, for you."

"For me..?"

Mark's lips cut your question short and derailed your train of thought.

"It's a surprise for later." You could feel a smirk developing on your boyfriend's soft lips. "Let me enjoy the surprise you have for me first."

Mark gazed over at the romantic display you made in the living room.

"Do you like it? I hope I didn't go overboard..."

"It's perfect." Mark looked into your eyes with the utmost sincerity. "And you even got me my favorite gummy bears? It's everything I could have wanted. And you being here with me makes it all better."

Mark infused passion into every aspect of his life, and his way with words was no exception. Surprisingly, conveying his feelings verbally wasn't always his forte in our relationship. However, he consciously broke free from the habit of murmuring, trailing off, and avoiding eye contact. Despite not being the most talkative when we initially met, the incomprehensible extent to which Mark went out of his way to express how much I meant to him was truly remarkable.

"I'm so glad you're home." You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's torso and pulled him close.

"Me too." You felt a light peck on your forehead. "Why don't we get this night started?"

It was 2:45 am when the credits started to roll on the third horror movie that Mark insisted that you both watch. Unfortunately, he had been too invested to realize that you had fallen asleep since movie number two. You found the most heavenly spot on his chest to rest your head, and with his right arm snuggled gently around your torso and his left hand resting on your thigh, it was a guaranteed recipe for a great night's rest.

"The gore in that was something else-" Mark cut himself off when his eyes came to gaze on your sleeping figure.

Your face was adorably smushed up to Mark's chest, letting out soft breaths as you rested. All four of your limbs found themselves wrapped around his slim body, trapping him in your sloth-like embrace. Mark's eyes traveled and the bottom hem of your dress found itself dangerously hiked up to expose your smooth thighs.

Mark rubbed his hand against your thigh. "Wake up, babe."

You blinked your eyes awake and gazed upon the tired eyes of your boyfriend. "Oh shit, did I fall asleep?"

"Definitely. And I think you were snoring a bit, too." He joked.

"Oh stop." You rubbed your eyes to get a better view of the clock. "Oh shit, it's late..."

Mark's voice became hushed. "Maybe we should...continue this celebration upstairs?"

"You're ready for bed?"

"I am. But not necessarily sleep."

You smirked, picking up on his hint. "Oh, I see..."

Without saying another word, you took Mark's hand and guided him up the stairs, where you were greeted by the romantic glow of the moon.

"Oh..."

"You like it, right? I got rose petals, the candles are all lit..." You gestured towards the bathroom.

Mark pulled your hand back towards his body and planted a firm, hungry kiss on your lips.

"You are so sweet. This is amazing..." His warm hands caressed your cheeks. "How do I deserve someone as perfect as you?"

You could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. He was close, too close. The temptation to press your mouth to his was too much to handle. You could almost taste the mint of his toothpaste.

"I know I've been a little distant for these past few months." Mark started. "It's just... I've had a lot on my mind. There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but I didn't want to rush things."

"Yeah?"

"But now, I can't hold back." He cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb against it. You felt his gaze bore into yours, and he seemed to study every inch of your face.

"What is it, baby?" You pressed.

"I'm so in love with you. I love you so much that it hurts. I love how passionate you are, I love how you make me feel when we're together, and I love that you've been patient with me during this whole process. You're my rock. You make me want to be a better person. I want to be worthy of you."

"Mark, you already are." You gently held the sides of his face. "Don't say that. You are good enough, Mark. You have such a kind heart and a big soul. You're the most loving and caring person I know. Just don't get too caught up in your music, and start overworking yourself. You're not gonna find me there."

Mark let out a soft chuckle in response.

"You always know what to say," Mark breathed. "I need to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"I know that I was gone for a while, and I want to make it up to you. So, how would you feel about me taking you on a trip?"

"A trip?" You shot him a confused look. "Where would we go?"

"Oh, don't worry about that." Mark kissed the tip of your nose. "I'll take care of everything. Just be ready to leave for this weekend."

"Three days??" You giggled. "You really just planned a whole trip, huh?"

"Anything for you."

As Mark leaned in to kiss you again, you couldn't help but notice his scent. He smelled like the airport and the plane and everything else that was not his normal aroma.

"Speaking of jet setting, you smell weird," you chuckled.

"What do you mean?" he laughed back.

"I'm not sure, but you just smell different."

"Well, I should take a shower then," he suggested. "And maybe you can join me."

"Okay, but don't try any funny business." You smirked.

"What?" He feigned innocence.

"You heard me," you replied, wagging your finger at him.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see," he said, pulling you close.

"Wait and see, huh?" you repeated.

"Yeah, just wait and see."

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him, making your way toward the bathroom. As you walked into the bathroom, you could hear Mark following closely behind. You pulled him toward the bathroom and turned on the shower, the sound of the water filling the small room. The sound of unzipping made your head turn to Mark, who was already undressing. You watched on in perverted wonderment at how his abdominal muscles flexed under his perfect skin as he moved to remove his underwear. He glanced over his broad, muscular shoulders, smirking while keeping eye contact as he bent down. You admired how his hair grew poofy from the steam beginning to form around him.

"Enjoying the view?" Mark's husky voice startled you, causing your eyes to snap to his face.

"Shut up," you said as you joined him, sliding the flimsy slip of material you wore onto the floor.

Mark's eyes burned with need as his gaze traveled up your legs, slowly drinking in the image before him.

"Damn..." he breathed as he raked his teeth across his bottom lip, his dark eyes meeting yours.

You smiled coyly at him as you stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind you. Mark's eyes never left yours as he joined you in the warm spray of the water.

"Mmm," he hummed as he cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first but quickly turned passionate and needy. You ran your fingers through his damp curls as he pressed his hips into yours, his hardening length brushing against your stomach. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your bare flesh as the water cascaded around you. You moaned softly as his lips found your pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth.

"I love the sounds you make," he growled as he gently nipped the delicate skin.

"Hey, don't forget that you have to take a shower, stinky." You chuckled.

Mark grinned and rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle of shampoo that rested next to the tap.

"Okay, okay."

You watched in anticipation as he squirted some of the soap into his hand, before applying it to his hair. His eyes stayed fixated on yours, which flickered down briefly to take in his naked, glistening body. You couldn't help but admire his perfection, even when doing the most mundane task. How his pectorals flexed with every movement, as he brushed and lathered the soapy bubbles throughout his coils of dark brown hair. How his veins tightened from his arms to his hands, and how each drop of water seemingly dripped at a pace slow enough for you to memorize. Your gaze traced down from his chest to his abs, and even further down past the borderline of pubic hair where-

"Babe."

"Sorry, what?" Your eyes shifted back to his face.

"Were you paying attention?" Mark smugly raised an eyebrow.

"I was definitely paying attention..." You trailed off.

"So what was I saying?"

"You were saying, that I was being the best girlfriend ever!"

"Mm-hm."

"By making us dinner tonight."

"Mm-hm."

"And how your favorite gummy bears are an ample reward for me having to put up with you-"

"Alright," Mark chuckled as he laid his index finger on the seam of your lips. "Point made. You got me."

"Duh." You nipped at his knuckle. "You're so easy. What did you say, anyway?"

"Something..." Mark teased as he dunked his head back under the water, washing the remaining shampoo down his torso. "About how much I really, really, missed touching you. All of you."

You snorted. "You mean our little quickie at LAX before you left didn't cut it?"

"Is that what you call what happened at LAX?" He asked, pulling you close and pressing his arousal against you.

"Yes," you giggled. "Because that is exactly what we did. You were the one trying to miss your flight."

"I couldn't help it." He groaned. "It was just so hot."

"Oh shut up." You laughed.

You grabbed the bottle of body wash, poured some on your towel, and rubbed the soap into the cloth.

"Are you gonna help me or what?" You asked playfully.

"What do you think?" He replied, grabbing the other end of the towel and helping you rub the wet cloth along your body.

Your breath hitched as his hand moved from your ribs down to your hips and your mouth dropped open when you felt his fingertips graze your behind. You groaned loudly as Mark continued to caress your ass, his other hand sliding around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. You shuddered as he pressed his lips against your neck, murmuring words of love and encouragement in between every kiss.

"Why didn't you come with me on tour, again?" Mark asked as he continued massaging your skin.

"We talked about this, Mark," you replied, lightly rolling your eyes. "I wanted to be here and continue working. And I don't think I'm cut out for road life."

"But I wanted you there..." he pouted, making your heart stop. "I missed you like crazy."

"I missed you, too..." You turned to face him, seeing him still with an upset frown. You reached for his hands and gently ran your thumb over his knuckles.

"But I don't think I can spend another tour without my Markie-Poo," you admitted with a soft smile.

You looked up to see your boyfriend with the brightest grin you've seen him with in a long while. Mark immediately took the back of your head and pulled your face towards his in a loving embrace, getting soap all over his arms and torso...

"So you're telling me that the next tour I have, you're coming with me?"

" I promise."

"I could get used to having you near me every day," Mark whispered into your ear, his low voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I'd hope so," You replied. "It would be pretty confusing to accommodate another presence in our bed, otherwise."

You could see a pout starting to form on your boyfriend's lips. You loved how Mark could make a face of indifference switch from a stone-cold wall into a begging, adorable, child. The pout quickly melted away, however, and you were only able to appreciate its short existence for a split second. His eyes shifted from your own to your neck, his pale and slender fingertips gliding gently against your exposed collarbone.

"Hey..." You whispered into his ear. "What are you thinking about?"

Mark didn't speak. Only paused for a moment, as if contemplating what he wanted to say, but only getting lost in your beauty. Your breath hitched. His eyes were focused on yours as he inched closer to you. He never broke your stare until his hand suddenly reached up and he placed it ever so carefully against your cheek, causing you to inhale deeply. His eyes flickered over your face, resting for a brief moment at your lips, then back up to meet yours once again. His hand traveled from your cheek and made its way down to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. His lips met yours, softly and gently. He didn't push or rush. He seemed to savor the moment, pulling away just enough to let out a small whimper.

"Did you just moan?" He asked.

"Mmmm, maybe," you replied teasingly.

"If we weren't in the shower right now..." he started.

"Then what would we be doing, Mark?" You asked, grinning at him.

"Then," he said, his low voice rumbling as his hand wrapped around your waist, gently moving his face close to yours. "I would be taking you against the glass."

Mark kissed your forehead tenderly and continued his gentle ministrations against your skin.

"We would start slow," he began. "My hands would travel all over you, starting at your hips. I'd go over them over and over until I could feel you shake."

You bit your lip as Mark's movements matched his words. You could feel your cheeks warm from the way he talked. He had never talked to you this way. Never with the confidence and sultry tone of voice. Mark was normally a gentle, passionate, yet quiet lover.

But this was different. It was sexy. You loved it.

A moan escaped from your lips, unable to suppress the shiver that ran throughout your entire body. The mere thought of having him inside you caused your muscles to twitch and spasm. Mark chuckled lightly as he leaned into you, his hands still exploring your curves. You loved it when he held you. His touch felt so warm and comforting. It made you feel safe and protected, but at the same time, you loved how strong his arms felt against your frame. He felt so large compared to your small size and it gave you the most pleasant butterflies.

"After that I would pick you up, your legs around my waist," he said softly, pulling back a bit to stare into your eyes. "And then, I'd drive you insane..."

He emphasized each word as if he were whispering them into your ear, and his words left you breathless and speechless. Mark's voice had a way of making you feel things you've never felt before.

"Sounds like you really want to have shower sex," you said with a slight giggle.

He kissed you passionately as his hands glided back to your ass once again, gripping you firmly as he slowly lifted you in the air. You wrapped your arms around his slender neck, and your legs around his waist. As your curves pressed against him, you could feel his excitement, causing your eyes to widen slightly. You hadn't even touched him yet, and he was extremely excited for you.

Mark placed one hand against the shower wall for support and you looked into his beautiful brown orbs once more.

"Have you been wanting me, like I have been needing you?" He asked in a low and husky voice that sent shivers through your body. You answered him by pressing your lips against his and kissing him passionately. After a few seconds, Mark moved his kisses across your neck and down to your collarbone. He sucked on it lightly, causing you to gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders. He let out a small groan, and you couldn't help but laugh slightly. The man was adorable.

For five agonizing minutes, he tortured you with his mouth, and slowly lifted you higher. Your heart started beating so fast, causing a mixture of nervousness and excitement that blended perfectly.

"Relax babe," Mark cooed.

You took a deep breath, the smile not leaving your face, and nodded at him.

Mark entered your slit slowly, his length engulfing your walls slowly. You sucked in a breath and shut your eyes tight, letting yourself enjoy this feeling of being filled so completely by your boyfriend. He went deep, his entire length inside you now. He let himself stay there for a second, giving you time to get used to this new feeling. Then he pulled out a few inches before sliding back into you. He continued this process, slowly getting a rhythm, his thrusts growing in power. You moaned each time his length penetrated you.

"Yes..." you breathed and heard Mark moan in response.

He increased his pace even more, driving his length into you and then withdrawing completely with each thrust. Soon, the sounds of water splashing off your wet skin filled the room. Mark became a mess of grunts and pants every time he penetrated you, audibly teasing you toward your climax.

"Babe, you feel so-" A deep moan escaped your boyfriend's parted lips.

His breath was hot on your neck as he worked you towards your release, and it felt like electricity every time his skin touched yours. You had forgotten where you were, who you were, and what was going on around you, it was only you and Mark.

"Mark..." you moaned.

You couldn't hold off your orgasm any longer as waves of pleasure washed over your body. He continued his ministrations as you rode your high, and you watched him as you came down. You looked in awe at this beautiful specimen of a man standing before you as he held you in his arms. He just smiled at you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Then he exhaled and put you down, slumping against the cold tile wall. His wet hair dangled over his blushed face. You smiled and placed a hand against his cheek, stroking it gently as you gave him another kiss, he kissed you in return, and the soft brush of his lips lingered as you pulled away.

"I love you," he said, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I love you, too."

You say "You took the energy out of me."

Mark smiled and leaned back against the wall. "I guess you could say that," he smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think you'll be able to get to the bedroom? Or do you need me to carry you?"

You slowly stood up, ceasing the sound of running water with your index finger. "Carry me, please!" You pouted and raised your arms.

Mark chuckled as he opened the shower door to retrieve your towels.

"Alright, alright, my queen," Mark threw your wet towel on your head, muffling your laugh. "I'll carry you to the bed."

You pushed the towel off of your face as Mark slipped his arms underneath your wet body and scooped you up into his arms.

"Mmm, you smell much better," you murmured as you nuzzled against his neck. Mark snorted and kissed the top of your head.

You were smitten by his scent and the way he handled you with such ease. He gently laid you on your bed, sinking in on top of you, like you had been daydreaming of for months.

"I've missed this," he whispered, "missed touching you, missed watching you sleep..." He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and gazed down at you like you were the only person in the world.

"I missed waking up next to you, seeing your face in the mornings, and hearing your voice at night."

He brought his lips to yours, softly and sweetly like he was afraid you would break. His lips tasted like the memories of stolen kisses in dark corners and glances behind closed doors. The more you tasted his lips, the more you craved, and you pressed into him, desperate for more.

"Baby, I've missed you so much," he mumbled against your lips, "and you don't understand how crazy it's been."

"No kidding," you replied, returning his kiss with equal vigor.

"Everywhere I went, fans were throwing themselves at me. All I could think about was you. All I'm ever gonna want is you."

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession. You pulled away to smile at him, taking in his beautiful face. It wasn't just his looks that captivated you; it was his mind and his heart. He was pure goodness through and through, and you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.

"And all I ever want is you," you replied. Mark cupped your face and stared into your eyes, his deep brown eyes pooling with emotion. "You okay, babe?"

"It's nothing...I just- I love you," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "so much."

You kissed him fiercely, overcome with emotion. "I love you a shit ton too."

Mark laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling. "Well, you better. You won't be able to get rid of me that easily."

"Good."

Mark smirked and moved his head down, trailing kisses across your stomach and past your navel.

"What are you doing down there? Aren't you tired?"

Mark looked up, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"It would be a waste not to take advantage of the candles and rose petals, don't you think?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

To Be Continued.

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bratty - j.k

𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑛

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“Johnny?” I whined again and tugged at Johnny’s sleeve, trying to get his attention for the 100th time as he carelessly carried on talking to his Dave, who was sitting beside him.

“Not now, Y/N,” Johnny said with a stern voice, swiftly turning around to brush my hand off of his arm before returning to his conversation. I scoffed and sank into my seat, bored and tired.

After all, Johnny had dragged me along to the dinner with the promise that ‘sure, you’ll know everyone there!’...which was total and utter bullshit. I didn’t recognise a single soul at the dinner party, so I’d basically been brought along as an accessory and nothing more. So there I sat, for five hours, only speaking when I was spoken to. Johnny had warned me to be on my best behaviour that day. He knew how fond I was of being bratty. How I loved getting him all riled up, especially in public.

“Johnnyy,” I whined once again, this time giving his bicep a small poke.

Johnny excused himself from his conversation and turned in his seat, his eyes filled with irritation.

“Y/N-” Johnny started, putting his hand over mine.

Only now had I realised how much bigger it was than mine.

He pressed his palm flat against mine. His fingers extended above mine as he wrapped his whole hand around mine, encasing my fingers in his hold.

“You’re acting very childish. I want you to quit this behaviour, now,” Johnny ordered seriously. I huffed at his command, my bratty side taking over.

“Okay, daddy,” I daringly giggled, taking a big sip of my red wine, purposely spilling a bit down my dangerously low-cut dress, which Johnny hated so much. Mostly because none of Johnny’s friends seemed to be able to keep their eyes off of me, and Johnny wanted me to himself at all times. Johnny sighed deeply and looked around the room, making sure that no one was watching the two of us.

“Don’t you remember what happened last time you acted like this? Don’t you remember the way I fucked you so hard that you could barely walk?” Johnny asked smirking.

My breath hitched as my mind flashed back to how Johnny had manhandled me to the kitchen and fucked the sense out of me.

“No, I seemed to have forgotten,” I hissed sassily and turned away, leaving Johnny growling.

“Don’t be such a brat,” Johnny spat. I turned to face him, eyebrows raised. “Or what?” I snapped.

Johnny licked his lips and squeezed my lap with his enormous hand. “Let’s go,” Johnny nodded, standing up and grabbing my wrist as he dragged me from my chair, across the restaurant. Scared of attracting too much attention to the both of us, I just followed Johnny without hesitation.

I couldn’t do anything, even if I’d tried. I was sure as hell not able to escape Johnny’s grip. He was bigger than me in every way.

He wrapped his whole hand around mine as he hurriedly dragged me out of the restaurant, nostrils flared and all. He was furious with me.

He opened the car door to the passenger seat and threw me in, strapping me in as if I was two years old. Pouting, I crossed my arms, still mad at Johnny for bringing me to a party, only to be ignored all night long.

He deserved a taste of his own medicine.

Johnny sat in the driver's seat and swiftly glanced at me. My eyes were set towards the ground in a bitter stare, my lips narrowed as I bit the side of your cheek.

Johnny started the car and strapped himself in. He didn't say a word, and I noticed how the car was filled with tension so thick, it could be cut with a knife.

The whole car ride home, neither of us said a thing. Both of us knew what was coming as soon as we reached home, so there was no need to speak on the subject.

Johnny parked the car, and as soon as he turned off the engine, I rushed to the front door, waiting for him to unlock it. I stood with my face facing the door, fumbling with my fingers, almost anxious to enter the house.

My body jolted as I felt hot breathing against my neck and a pair of hands around my waist. "You love teasing me, don't you?"

I gulped at his voice, my knees weak from both excitement and fear of what would happen next.

Johnny put the key in the lock and slowly unlocked it. When the door finally opened, I raced into the living room, turning around to face Johnny, who quietly closed the front door.

His face was red, and his eyebrows were furrowed. The veins in his neck were particularly noticeable as he took a deep breath. It was clear; I’d crossed the fucking line. The constant begging and whining had pushed him past the point of being irritated to fucking furious. It was too late for apologies. Johnny took a few strides towards me, his giant figure towering over me as his eyes pierced into mine.

"You're such a fucking doll," Johnny groaned. He leaned down, practically folding himself in half to kiss my neck. "A fucking brat is what you are," Johnny whispered, and a moan escaped from my lips as Johnny roughly gripped my thighs and hauled me up until I could wrap my legs around his waist. Johnny made his way to the couch and sat down, me still in his lap. "You broke all of my rules today," Johnny whispered and gave my one asscheek a harsh slap. I screeched and hid your face in Johnny’s shoulder, softly sobbing.

"There we are," he chuckled. Johnny’s hand once again harshly connected with the already sore skin on my cheek, this time only harder. I hissed at the pain, hoping for it to soon go away. "Good girl," Johnny praised me, brushing my hair out of your face.

Johnny grabbed the bottom of your dress, pulling the tight piece of clothing over my body, throwing it somewhere behind him, leaving me only in my favourite pair of lace underwear. "I'm afraid these will have to go," Johnny said and before I could react, he ripped the lace underwear apart. I gasped as Johnny easily tore the fabric, throwing the now ruined piece of undergarment away. "Suck it up, buttercup, I'll buy you a new pair," Johnny growled before crushing his lips against mine.

His hands went down to his belt, undoing it eagerly. My heart raced as Johnny’s massive cock sprung out of his boxers. It wasn't my first time with Johnny, not at all, but every time I saw his great length, I still wondered how on earth it was ever going to fit.

Johnny laid down on the couch, me on top of him as he signalled for me to ride him.

Never had I tried to position with anyone before, mostly because I was scared. What if it wasn't going to fit?

"What are you waiting for, darlin’?" Johnny asked, his big arms nonchalantly spread out on the couch.

I took a deep breath.

Johnny spat on his hand and swiftly rubbed my pussy, lubricating it. I took a deep breath and positioned myself around his tip. Slowly, I sunk down his cock, struggling to fit even half of him inside of my tight cunt. My hands clutched Johnny’s shoulders tightly as I took deep breaths, trying to focus on the pleasure rather than the pain. My eyes were clenched shut, and my brows furrowed in concentration.

No matter how much I tried, it seemed like an impossible task to conquer without Johnny’s help. "J-Johnny," I whimpered, deciding to just give up. Without Johnny’s help, it was all hopeless. Johnny - for the first time that night - flashed you a sympathetic smile. "You tried so hard for me, didn't you?" Johnny asked and I nodded repeatedly, letting Johnny wipe a small tear from my cheek.

Johnny finally wrapped his hands around your waist, praising me for how good I was, as he pushed me down his cock. I winced in pain, grasping his shoulders tightly.

It hurt. Gosh, it hurt so bad despite the undeniable pleasure of having Johnny plunge his cock in and out of me from below.

"Such a good girl, aren't you?" Johnny asked, thrusting up into me roughly and savagely.

"Hmmm-yes," I managed to stutter out amongst my moans. It was too much for me to handle, for a moment, I even thought he was going to completely break me. I felt his cock deep in my belly.

It didn't matter how many times Johnny fucked me; I’d probably never really get used to his length and girth.

Johnny’s hands forced me down as deeply as possible, completely filling me up. Moans escaped Johnny’s mouth as he set up his pace, his hips thrusting into me harder and faster than I could ever have imagined.

I wailed, not for one second did I care if my neighbours could hear us. My mind was empty. I couldn't think of anything else other than Johnny’s cock ramming in and out of me. My body instinctively bounces up and down, unconsciously seeking the need to be fucked even harder. I gasped and whined when the two of us reached a perfect rhythm, his tip piercing deep inside me.

It didn't take long for the overwhelming feelings to catch up with me. My mind went blank and my back arched before I convulsed violently, tightening around Johnny so tightly that he hissed, almost unable to move at all as my walls trapped him in a vice grip.

Shortly, Johnny followed, letting out a long, loud moan.

Collapsing in his grip, Johnny slowly lifted me off of his length as I rolled on beside him, breathing heavily.

In silence, the two of us laid on the couch, covered in sweat.

"Fuck, I love you," Johnny spoke, giving me one last peck before standing up.

"Ready for a shower?"

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Gatekeeper

Pairing: BamBam x female reader

Genre: fantasy / adventure / demon au / romance

Warnings: brief mentioning of past torture / blood / curses and prophecies / this has fantastical characters such as demons, elves, and gods

Word count: 6466

A/N: Welcome to the third week of Frightful October. The theme is Demonology, and this is a continuation of my story last week set in the Enchanted Forest. It is also set in the King of Demons world.

This story could be read alone, but it has a lot of nuances from the previous story that you might wish for more information on.

The King’s Sorcerer | The Huntsman | Gatekeeper | The Secret Library | Stories Told on Hallow’s Eve

A lot of entities in Sheol underestimated his role as Gatekeeper. Whenever they approached the platform that he managed, BamBam could tell their emotions would be one of three things:

1. Shock and awe of the cascading lava waterfalls or bubbling pools that lined the pathways up to each gate.

2. Horror, because not everyone likes lava, BamBam included – it did melt exceptionally well, and he had had one too many run-ins with lava spikes over the centuries.

3. Disinterest in the Gatekeeper himself. Which was fine, he supposed. He wasn’t much to look at upon first glance. Much like any demon, he had decent enough looks, and if he didn’t smile too widely, no one would see the razor-sharp teeth in his mouth right away. His lithe body didn’t remarkably stand out as a weapon, and his good-natured ways often made people overlook how deadly he was.

Because the Gatekeeper was, in fact, dangerous. The King of Demons wouldn’t leave just any demon in charge of his dominion gates, and not anyone could master the precise nature of opening and closing them either. Some had to be routinely checked that they opened still, and others, well, it was better that no one ever entered them – not even BamBam. The Gatekeeper was an important role in Hell, and so many few respected it.

“Surely I don’t need permission to cross into the wild fields from the likes of you,” sneered a hobgoblin, and BamBam sighed heavily.

“No one can enter without permission from the overlord himself.”

“Don’t be so lazy. Just flick the switch!” cried a shapeshifter, throwing their hands up in the air dramatically.

“It’s not as easy as that. Besides, there are levers not switches!”

“I could run this platform more efficiently than you are,” commented a snobbish ogre, and BamBam didn’t even reply. For one, he had no hands, so unless the ogre had a telekinesis gift, it was rather unlikely the gates would open, much less run more productively than they already were.

BamBam was fed up with all the objections to his role. He was deadly, dammit! Didn’t anyone see this?

So, when a strange human dropped onto the centre of the platform, BamBam growled at the interruption to his perusing of a spicy novel. The man had the sense to leap up in fright, teetering on the precipice of a lava bed. His dark eyes scanned the area, and for a moment, BamBam thought the man would shrivel up and die at the teeth he could see gleaming in his mouth.

Instead, he groaned loudly. “For goodness sake!”

“Nothing good about being here, mortal,” BamBam slithered out, still annoyed that the man wasn’t cowering.

No, he looked indignant. As if BamBam was the one who put him out.

“I was told that portal would lead to Casaria! Where the hell am I now?!”

BamBam smirked, shifting closer to the man. “You’re in Hell.”

“Where are your manners?!” cried the fool, and BamBam frowned. “I’m a Lord. Surely you can tell! You didn’t address me properly. Oh, I’ve had the most terrible of times! First, the king promises me a princess if I go into the Enchanted Forest, and then I’m captured by fairies! Can you believe it?!”

BamBam could, in fact, believe it but the man didn’t even stop to let him speak otherwise.

“After the most embarrassing and undignified rescue by some elf creature that looks more devilish than anything I’ve ever seen, I was made to traipse through an unending landscape for two whole months! As if this outfit was made to be worn for more than a day!”

As the man heaved in a deep lungful of air, BamBam observed the once fancy threads were now in tatters.

“Finally, I’m taken to some palace, and they had three portals. I was told to go through the left, but I’ll be blasted to know which is left or right, and now I’m here. I want to go home, and I demand you take me this instance!”

Finally, he was silent.

BamBam had a right mind to torture this man. Not only had he turned up unexpectedly from a portal that he was unaware of, he then unleashed his discourse on BamBam, who had no interest in hearing it, when he had been right in the middle of quite the saucy scene between a demon and angel in his book. For that alone, he should push him into a lava bed and see if he came back out or not. But the last time he had done that, the King of Demons had appeared out of nowhere and decided to throw BamBam in afterwards. It wasn’t an experience he’d like to morph back together from again.

And then he remembered something the man had said. “Some elf creature?”

“Is that all you take from my tirade?! Of course, Elves exist! Didn’t your mother ever read you bedtime stories about the Fae and Elves of the Enchanted Forest?”

“I didn’t have a mother,” BamBam retorted, which made the man blanch when he realised who he was actually talking to. Good. The human needed another dose of fear.

“Good gracious, with a mouth like that, I doubt she’d want to have you suckling at her bosom!”

BamBam bristled. “Now listen here—!”

“Don’t waste your breath on him,” a new, but familiar voice purred, and both males turned to look at the newcomer. BamBam couldn’t help the devilish grin that spread out his mouth.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he crooned, though he only received an eyeroll in return. At least this time you reacted to him in some way. The last time BamBam had seen you, you had acted as if he wasn’t standing by your side at all.

He should find you frustrating, and to some degree he did. But you were nightmares incarnated, and he had always had a taste for such darkness.

The mortal, however, shrieked. “Not you, again!”

“Let me tell you, I’m not much fond of you either, Lord Seokmin. You went through the wrong portal.”

“I demand to be sent back home at once!”

You looked at BamBam, a bored expression marring your stunning face. “Could you send this insect of a man back to Casaria? I’m liable to do damage if I so much as touch him.”

“Insect?! Why I ought to—”

BamBam was already over at the Other Realms gateway, heaving the lever up and to the left a smidge. He then spoke softly to the gate, coaxing it to open and show the bustling capital of Casaria on the other side. Lord Seokmin was relieved at the familiarity and with an audacious glare at them both, marched his way through until the vortex sucked him in whole. BamBam then disengaged the gate and turned back to face you.

“It’s been a while, Curse-Breaker.”

“Not nearly long enough, Gatekeeper.”

“Come now, surely you’ve missed this handsome face of mine,” he teased and grew delighted when your insolent expression twitched in suppressed humour.

You leaned forward to inspect him. “I just can’t seem to find this handsome face you talk of. Where abouts should I be looking?”

“You are the breaker of many hearts, Y/N.”

“And you should just continue working on your acts of seduction.” You nodded to his discarded novel across the way. “Angels do it for you, huh, demon?”

“There is an angel here now,” he announced brightly, then shrunk back a little, waiting to see if the Prince of Sheol had overheard him. Thankfully nothing happened, but he thought to add on just in case, “But she fell from piety for another demon, not I.”

“A pity then.”

“Alas, I much prefer your make of—”

“You know I no longer hold an interest in men, Bam,” you said whisper-soft, and had he not the hearing of a higher entity, he would have missed it. Flashes of the time he had discovered you broken in the human realm beside the floor of a lover rushed to the surface, and you hissed, as if you too were sharing the same vision. Blinking away how that had gone for you and the handsome mortal you had fallen for, BamBam carefully brightened his expression so as not to darken your mood further.

“So, where did the portal come from? It’s not authorised by the King. He’ll be mad.”

“Jaebum doesn’t make me quake in my boots, you know.”

“I should, given I am the Devil,” came the voice of his king, and you both turned to see pure sin walking towards you. BamBam snickered, anticipating what Jaebum would do over this mishap. He certainly wasn’t in trouble. A portal into Sheol was an inconsiderate choice without his permission.

However, you blandly shrugged your shoulders. “I’ve seen you naked, Jaebum. You do nothing to invoke fear into my heart. Nor are you much more than a mediocre—”

“Curse-Breaker, have some tact,” Jaebum urged, glancing between where he came from and BamBam. “My wife thinks differently.”

“So, the news is true? A human softened the heart of the King of Demons?” you scoffed, and thunder filled the air. You didn’t so much as flinch.

“Given your past at softening, shouldn’t you hold a little more respect?”

BamBam wanted to shrink back from this conversation now. He knew his lord had a temper, and from the few experiences he had in your company, it was evenly matched with yours. And whilst he considered himself a dangerous demon, he was also pragmatic about saving his skin, especially since the time the Devil had skinned him of it.

“I’ll just leave you two,” he murmured, not listening to the fight brewing, and backed away step by step.

“Hold, Gatekeeper, I’m not done with your services yet,” you proclaimed a moment later, and BamBam stuttered to a stop.

Jaebum arched an eyebrow. “Since when can you ask for his services without my permission? He belongs to me.”

“Do not act pompous in front of me. I simply came to solve an issue we had caused. If I could just be on my way—”

Suddenly the world around them was flung sideways, and darkness covered them like a cloak. BamBam, uncaring of the argument any longer, launched into action and dashed the familiar pathway back to his control centre. This was the fourth instance of this in the past week, and he needed to figure out what gate was rebelling now. Tempers now forgotten, you joined Jaebum as you both rounded to his side.

“Which gate?!” – “What is going on?”

BamBam didn’t answer you or his king, instead he watched the unrest surge towards the Ancient Realm once more. That was the second time it had done so, the other two firing towards the Human Gateway. Jaebum, having knowledge of which gate was what on the dashboard, let out a string of curses.

“Not now!”

“What is going on?” you repeated more loudly, at the same time as the ground stopped shaking and light filtered back in. You were more frazzled than BamBam had ever witnessed, which you promptly smoothed away with an insolent expression.

“The Gods choose to cause chaos simply at the worst of times,” Jaebum muttered, glaring at the skies above. “They choose to punish me.”

“Is she closer to birthing now, my King?” BamBam questioned, and for once, the Devil answered with a straightforward nod. He had served Jaebum for centuries now, and whilst the man did frighten him, he was also aware of his emotions. The tension in his body didn’t come from your unannounced appearance. No, it was because his human lover that was carrying his child was getting closer to birthing the Antichrist.

He supposed it was also a foreign sense of the unknown for his king pulling his features tight as they were. He was about to become a father for the first time, after all.

“You got her pregnant?!”

“The baby is a blessing and I’ll have you strung up if you think otherwise,” Jaebum snapped, and you had the foresight to nod in agreement.

“I don’t mean disrespect, but surely you realise changes will happen to the realms that you own gateways to. If trouble brews behind them, they will show unrest here.”

“I’m aware, Y/N,” Jaebum answered tiredly, running a hand down his face. “I don’t have the time to solve any issues right now. I have to stay here with my bride. She hardly likes me leaving her side for long as it is. The pregnancy has required more endurance than we both expected.”

BamBam saw you swallow down your retort and gave a calculated but visibly lazy shrug otherwise. “I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“Look into the unrest for you. Then we can be even.”

Jaebum’s expression softened. “You never owed me a debt, Y/N.”

“But as an elf, we claim debts for our services. We will be even if I do this.”

“I can’t send you through the gateway alone. Especially into the Ancient Realm. There are multiple steps to unlock.”

BamBam nodded sagely. That was one of the Gateways he hadn’t opened in centuries. He had no desire to either.

You beamed an uncharacteristic smile at him then, and if he hadn’t swooned by such beauty, BamBam should have realised it to be foreboding instead. “Your Gatekeeper is the best in all realms. He can assist me.”

“I am the best— hang on, what did you just say?!”

Jaebum grew thoughtful. “You are not wrong there.”

“I think you’re a little wrong,” BamBam countered, darting his focus between you both.

“And I’m sure many would fail, whilst he would excel in opening locks,” you continued as if he hadn’t refuted the claim.

“Someone needs to man the gates. I’ll stay here. Take one for the team. Send Mark, you trust him best, my liege. Or how about Jackson? He’s a mighty warrior. Is Yugyeom back from the Heavens yet?”

Jaebum smirked. “I’ll have my brother come and look after the gates. He knows them better than I, given he built them. Now, aren’t you always hassling me about wanting to go on an adventure, Bam? Surely, you’re curious about what’s on the other side of that gate.”

“Not particularly.”

“I won’t do it without Bam. He’s the only one worthy to stand at my side,” you announced, staring at him deeply. If he worried about compulsion working on him, he’d wonder if that was what you were doing, but instead, he marinated the word worthy around in his head.

He was a tiny bit curious now.

“Done. You both go looking in the Ancient Realm for why there is such unrest, and I will consult my prophet for any news about what is going on here. If he tells me anything, I will send word to you. I lend my most valuable demon to you now, Curse-Breaker. Please return him to me.”

BamBam glanced at his king in shock. He puffed up his chest in honour and bowed formally to the man before stepping towards his lair to prepare. Your bemused expression held, and BamBam couldn’t help but grin back. “I’ll just prepare for our journey.”

“Pack lightly. We may be gone for some time.”

“I told you that you wouldn’t need that much stuff, Gatekeeper,” you chastised after BamBam had closed the first Gate behind you. Jinyoung was the last face he saw from Sheol, and he didn’t know if he liked that or not. Your sudden chatter seemed odd too, and BamBam realised it was because you were nervous.

He supposed he ought to be too, given the place you were entering.

“Have you been to the Ancient Realm before?” he asked, and you nodded slowly. “Oh, good. We won’t need to find ourselves a guide.”

“My mother was laid to rest here,” you mentioned, blinking several times in a row before smoothing out the emotion. You did it so often that BamBam became aware of all the little moments right before you shut them out. It felt like he was in on a secret, one you let so few see.

“I don’t know much about this realm,” he admitted, walking more confidently than he had sounded before leaving Sheol to the next gateway. He reached into his pocket for the mini version of his dashboard and angled the device near the keyhole. Gears whirled and clunk inside it before settling on a shape. He slotted the key in and turned the lock.

You visibly fidgeted.

“Do you not want to be here?”

“It makes me uncomfortable. The sheer amount of power that resides here…” you trailed off with a shake of your head. “Even I don’t know what to make of it.”

“And the Gods chose to disrupt this resting spot for what reason,” BamBam mused, not really posing the statement as a question as fog seeped up around his legs. Once through another gate, he knew there was only one more, and you were teetering on edge.

He reached out a hand to touch your shoulder and felt how frozen you were. Moving his heavy backpack around, BamBam tugged out a shawl and threw it unceremoniously around your shoulders. You caught it before it slipped off and into the fog. “Thanks. And there was a prophecy once. Not told by your demon prophet, but one from my own court. It spoke of the darkest depths of the world creating new and unforeseen life causing those at rest to seek retribution.”

“You come here for your mother?”

Again, you nodded. “She needs to be our main priority whilst here.”

“What do you mean?” BamBam frowned, pausing in front of the final gate he needed to unlock. You glanced around before closing your eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N, if I’ve sullied your mood further—”

“I was meant to be queen after my mother’s death. But I have a sister, and she is much better than me in every way.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

You gave him a wry smile. “She has the nicer traits to rule Elventia with. And whilst it was I chosen by the throne on my mother’s death, I abdicated the title. Elventia would be ruled in darkness if I sat on that throne, and our people suffered enough of that under my mother’s reign. She is partially what made me who I am today.”

“Beautiful in every way?” he offered lightly, and you smiled genuinely despite your pain.

“A nightmare, Bam. And whilst I relish in who I am now, I wasn’t once accepting of my shadows, my darkness. I don’t wish my people to be either.”

“Spoken like a true leader. No wonder you and Jaebum get along so well.”

He treasured the dramatic eyeroll you gave him. “Open the gate, keeper. If the prophecy is true, we’re here to seek out my mother.”

“For help?”

You shook your head. “To stop her from seeking out the deadliest retribution.”

“Well, that sounds dangerous.”

“I thought you were the most dangerous demon in all of Sheol?” you posed, as BamBam used his everchanging key once more. He glanced at you cautiously. “You told me that, don’t you remember?”

The vision from earlier came back, and he saw a younger version of you both in that dank stall, his hands pressed across your slashed abdomen. He had talked a lot to you to distract the pain. He hadn’t realised you were listening – or believed him.

Patting his shoulder with your free hand, you gripped the shawl with the other and stepped through into the Ancients. You shot him a determined smile. “I guess we’re about to find out how true you are to your word, Gatekeeper.”

The journey into the new realm was disorienting. Much like in Sheol, the world morphed under their feet as they travelled, leading them through ruined temples, strange and dense greenery, and beside large tombs that gave him more heebie jeebies than the prophet’s lair back in Hell. He’d rather be smited over and over by Jinyoung than enter one of them. It seems like you held the same opinion when you shuddered passing another tomb.

“The Elven catacombs are where we need to head,” you announced some way into the journey, which BamBam was equal parts thankful for the information and hesitant by the thought of going underground. The mausoleum-styled tombs you had already passed were bad enough, and they seemed to be just one level. He hadn’t asked about the destination, and you seemed to refrain from giving him further information to stew over.

He needed a distraction, and fast.

“So do you seek out women now?” he asked, and for a moment, you didn’t deign a response. Then he heard you snort. “What? It’s a fair question.”

“You ask of my love life, demon?”

“What’s so wrong about being curious?”

You side-glanced at him. “Says the male who was keen to stay on his little Gatekeeping platform and not follow me here. I wonder, is it just a little bit of praise that motivates you?”

“I’m not afraid to admit that it does,” he replied, raising his chin a little. “So often am I overlooked in my role. It’s nice to be deemed worthy of something more than turning keys, pulling levers, and assisting entities across the realms.”

“You are worthy,” you murmured, and Bam grinned at you.

“And you are deflecting from my question.”

“I haven’t… with anyone. Not since my mortal lover,” you announced, and BamBam nodded once.

“If it helps, I haven’t either. Apparently, I need to work on my seduction—HEY!” He squawked when he felt hands over his waist, but you were quick to disarm whoever had started to violate him. Turning, he saw a woman in what appeared to be acolyte robes, and eight others now surrounded them.

You canted your head to the side, your elven blade digging into the side of the woman’s neck that you held. BamBam eyed each individually carefully, searching for a weak point in their defence. However, as he was good for, he started to talk, trying to lessen the threat you presented together.

“Hey guys, out on a worshipping stroll, are we?”

“You do not belong here,” one man on his right spoke, and BamBam nodded eagerly.

“You’re right, we don’t, but whilst we’re here, how about being a little more accommodating? I’d say we don’t bite, but I’m pretty sure she does, being an elf and all. I might have all these chompers, but my stomach is really sensitive, so I don’t put in food that won’t settle well. Acolytes are too holy for my tastes.”

“You talk… a lot.”

You snorted. “Tell me about it.”

“I will tell you about it. I get pretty lonely up in my Gatekeeping position.”

“Bam, you’re not helping.”

“Oh, so now I’m not helpful, huh?” he questioned, pouting for effect. He nodded infinitesimally at you, his gaze falling towards the petite redhead on the left. You tracked his observation. “I knew I shouldn’t have followed you and my king’s orders. But here we are amongst some nice people, and you want to call me out like this? Got any more robes free, friends? Maybe I’ll stop being a big bad demon and join your cause instead. Who are we worshipping? Greek Gods? Norse legions? The bogeyman?”

“Does he ever shut up?” another robed person asked exasperatedly, and Bam grinned at her, watching her step back a little at the sharpness of his teeth.

“I can answer that myself. Nope. I hardly ever do. I like the sound of my voice and especially when it’s helpful. Such as now!”

And within a blur, you both had struck – you to the fair maiden to grab someone they were protective of more than the woman you held, and he towards the leader of them all, kicking the man in the back of his leg and disarming him a moment later.

“And look at that, I’m not even out of breath!” BamBam arrogantly proclaimed, tightening his grip on the man now struggling to get out of his control.

“We aren’t what you think!”

“Considering I’ve felt a whole lot of fighting leathers under these robes, I can only imagine,” you mentioned, shedding the robe of the girl you held. She wore a navy set of leathers to a legion he hadn’t seen before.

BamBam winked. “So maybe feeling up women is your thing now.”

The exasperated look you gave him made him chuckle. You pointed your blade at another of the group watching on calmly. “Who are you guardians of?”

“We come together from the forgotten Hallowed lands. My name is Airi, and we are protectors of the Old Gods.”

“Which one are they, again?” BamBam asked, humming slightly. “They all seem pretty old to me.”

“From the lost times of our history. The first Gods that were entombed by the current Gods ruling now.”

“To be fair, I wouldn’t say that where either of us come from, those Gods rule us,” you spat, and Airi nodded softly.

“Agreed. We are here to prevent a prophesied war. If the Old Gods rise, only those from the Hallow will stand to fight.”

“This sounds like a fantasy novel I was reading just last week,” BamBam mentioned, but you shot him a glare, so he stopped with the deflecting commentary. You wanted more information.

“You know of the prophecy too?”

Airi nodded. “Many realms do now. And since the King of Demons has chosen to create new life, we are all on edge about it coming true. We are here to stop such events.”

“Two things. Pretty sure my king didn’t realise having a baby with his queen was such a bad idea,” he mentioned, ignoring the incredulous look many of the warriors gave him. “And secondly, if you’re the ones here to stop the prophecy, we’re doomed. Considering how easily we disarmed you all.”

“It was their trap to make us listen, Bam,” you admitted, loosening your grip on the woman you held. She nodded tersely, glancing at your ears, and then darting over to a comrade.

“Her ears… she looks just like—”

“Don’t. She knows who she is,” Airi stated after some unspoken moment with you. The warrior stepped forward. “We will need your assistance with the Elven Queen. She is the cause of the unrest in these realms.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have no issue with dealing with my mother.”

They followed the warriors for some time, BamBam carefully watching each of them individually. He had noted their weaknesses and strengths by the time they got to their destination and decided he much liked Airi. The others, whilst obedient enough to their male leader Myos, seemed to gravitate towards the female more. He wondered if they put up a front by having Myos as their visible leader and Airi was actually in charge instead.

You seemed to have great respect for the woman too, and whilst he had been joking earlier about your sexual preference, he was a tad bit jealous that you paid more attention to her than him. He realised he was a creature greedy for attention and praise.

“Mr Demon,” the young maiden whispered, and he glanced at the red-haired girl falling into step beside him. “Are you truly the Gatekeeper of the Realms?”

“Well, just those located in Sheol,” he confirmed, and the girl’s eyes rounded. He supposed he had to be known of in more parts of the universe than he realised. BamBam puffed up his chest again. “It’s a big task and not just any demon can do it.”

“Wow. I never thought I’d see a gatekeeper in all my years.”

“Years? You’re what, sixteen?”

She laughed. “Five hundred and eleven.”

“But you look barely out of your youngling years.”

“We of Hallowed blood age exceptionally slow.”

“Every day is a learning day, isn’t it?” he marvelled as she giggled again.

It was then he realised a moment too late what the girl had observed whilst he had been looking at each of them about his own weaknesses. He had been easily separated from you and entered a chamber without a door once closed. He glared at the entity before him and roared.

“Let me out now!”

“We cannot let the Elven Queen rise from her eternal rest. She holds the key to waking up the Old Gods.”

“I get that and can assure you that Curse-Breaker feels very much the same!”

“Have you ever wondered why your friend was given that name?” the woman folded her arms under her bosom and looked at him critically. “Why would an elf be shrouded in such darkness if her fate was to be anything good?”

“Screw you and your ideals of good and bad. The Gods above are wickeder than any demon I know, yet we’re labelled the bad ones. You’re trying to convince the wrong choir here.”

“Perhaps, but in this case, don’t you think it strange to travel here to stop a queen that’s already dead?”

BamBam threw himself at a wall. It didn’t budge. “Again. Wrong choir,” he gritted out, searching through his panic for a way out. He had to stop, had to think.

“If the queen were to see her daughter again, do you think she would allow her to just walk away without doing what she wants? Your friend was controlled by the queen until she killed her. Do you really think she’ll allow her daughter a second shot at destroying her?”

“I’m about to destroy you if you don’t shut up and let me think!”

“But what fun! Wasn’t that what you tried to do with us?” she asked gleefully, and BamBam decided he hated her. He despised everything in this godforsaken realm, and most importantly that he had let you be taken from him. He made a vow when he found you in the stall years back that if he ever crossed paths with you again that he wouldn’t let someone harm you.

He sure as hell wasn’t going to break that now.

It came to him in a startling moment of clarity, and before the warrior could even blink, he used his nail to cut into the tip of his finger and let his demon blood well. If he was destined to be a Gatekeeper for all of eternity, he should in theory be able to open any barrier before him. He held the belief that his blood could also be a key, and it worked. Not allowing himself the moment to be pleasantly surprised by what he had uncovered, BamBam chose to rely on instinct to find you. He moved faster than he had in a long time, darting down pathways, and pressing his blood to walls that seemed to be in his way. The longer it took, the more ruthless he became until he stopped still in the middle of a room full of eternally slumbering elven elders. He didn’t have to look far to find the one who was your mother. You looked alike and yet so different that it hurt to think of all your unspoken grievances.

“You can’t believe you’re just like her,” he murmured softly and noticed when you came out from behind the lavish glass coffin. He tracked you carefully, noticing how wound up you were. “I don’t even know her, but you’re nothing wicked like her.”

“You don’t know me either.”

“So, you tricked me to come here, is that it? You needed me to open all the doors so you could come and wake up your evil mother one more time to set the prophecy in motion?”

For a moment you didn’t speak true of his suspicions, but then you looked away, and your voice trailed out. “There is a curse on our lands. I am so graciously named to break curses, or did you miss that point?”

“Your name is not Curse-Breaker. It is Y/N. And you mean more to this world than breaking curses. Your sister no doubt believes this too.”

You swallowed back down your emotions. Your expression grew hard, cruel even. “And live with the Fae curse above our heads forever?”

“You will break it another way. You killed her once, why wake her now?”

“Because she planned to use me to waken the gods. I didn’t believe in it, didn’t want to. Turns out I was born to do just one thing in my life.”

BamBam stepped forward, shaking his head at you. “I believe you were born to do many things.”

“Like what?”

“Do you need me to praise you and list off all the reasons why, right now, when we’re in a bit of a dangerous situation?”

You blinked several times but didn’t deny his statement either. BamBam expelled a shaky breath.

“Fine. I’ll tell you. I know you’re the strategist of the family. Your sister no doubt leans on your intelligence and asks you to help her with ruling Elventia. I’ve watched you in strategy meetings in the past, so don’t think I don’t know this about you. I also know you’re fair even when you’re being cruel.”

You laughed darkly. “You saw what came of that human, BamBam.”

“After the way he cut you up, I’m amazed you didn’t take your time inflicting smaller nicks into his body until he bled out. I would have been crueller than you were in making him scream.”

“Perhaps.”

“You say more in your actions than words, and your insolent, broody mask is a cover-up to a wildly sensitive and beautiful female underneath. Who craves attention, the right kind. Who wants to be helpful but can’t abandon her shadows either – the only friends she’s had all her life.”

“E-Enough.”

BamBam was on top of you now, crowding you near the coffin. “I know that I’ve always been attracted to you and that my heart sings wildly whenever you’re near. And that you didn’t need to convince me to come here, I would willingly follow you right into the eye of a deadly storm if that’s where you were heading.”

You were shaking now, and when BamBam reached out for you, you didn’t flinch away. In the smallest voice he’d ever heard from you, you said, “I don’t want to do it.”

“Then let’s not,” he replied, using his powers to lull you into slumber. He picked you up, marvelled at how right it felt to have you in his arms and then turned to leave. He knew the Hallowed warriors would be somewhere, but he didn’t care, not when he had to get you out of here. He would cut them all down before he allowed anyone to harm you now.

In his haste to leave the chamber, BamBam didn’t realise how close he was to an ornamental figure on the wall, nor how a sharp piece of it pierced your skin, two drops of blood spilling to the stone beneath you both.

You roused some days later, much to BamBam’s dismay. Looking around the room you woke up in, you realised instantly you were back in BamBam’s lair. He observed as you clicked the pieces together and gave you a shy grin. “Sorry. I figured the best place for me to watch over you was here.”

“How did we get back?”

“I carried you.” You blanched, looking at his exposed arms. BamBam huffed. “I am stronger than I look!”

“I know, but… the warriors! Did you kill them? They weren’t bad, just working for a different cause.”

BamBam could think of one he’d loved to have killed but shook his head. “I didn’t touch a single one.”

“They let you take me?”

“They didn’t have much of a choice. I created a temporary gateway.”

Your eyes rounded. “You can do that?”

“Of course, I can. I’m not just any Gatekeeper, you know.”

“And I didn’t wake her?”

“Your mother is still sound asleep, and there’s been no further unrest coming from inside the gate.”

You relaxed back onto his bed, pulling the blankets up to your face for a moment. “This scent. It lingered with me for the longest time.”

BamBam sniffed the air, frowning at which scent you meant. He was a rather tidy demon, and the blankets on his bedding were clean enough. You chuckled. “Your scent. You. After saving me, it’s all I could smell for years.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “I never thanked you for opening that gate that day. You helped me first, didn’t you? When he first harmed me. Before I tortured him. You were there before your king was.”

“I was.”

“Thank you, BamBam.”

“Thank you for not hating me for putting you to sleep in the Ancient realm. It was a chance I had to take.”

“As long as everyone is safe,” you said slowly, staring strangely at the wall. He wondered if you were connecting with your sister somehow. You relaxed again, which made him realise all was well. He had done his best and saved the world whilst at it.

“Rest,” he told you and got up, but you grabbed his hand, yanking him down until his lips crashed upon yours. The kiss was briefly intense, and his mind was still spinning even after you smiled at him and fell asleep again.

Stepping back out onto his platform, BamBam felt different. His adventure wasn’t one he was ready to take again any time soon. In fact, if the world could just stay quiet for now, he’d be more than pleased. Especially if he could convince you to spend more time in Sheol before returning to Elventia.

He was mulling over these thoughts when a sudden shadow formed over him, blocking the entire view of the platform. He gulped, looking up at Yugyeom, Sheol’s prophet. He hardly saw the entity unless there was something wrong. And by the look on his stony face, Yugyeom hadn’t quite seen a happily ever after in store for him.

“A mistake occurred whilst you were in the Ancient Realm.”

“A lot of them did, actually,” BamBam agreed apprehensively, nodding in thought.

Yugyeom shook his head. “No, one you didn’t mean to have happen. But it did. And so, the prophecy came true.”

“What? The Elven Queen didn’t wake.”

“She didn’t need to. She wished to break the curse on her family line by the daughter she created with darkness itself. Her blood was the key.”

BamBam turned to look in the direction of you peacefully asleep in his bed. He then glanced back up at Yugyeom.

Yugyeom’s eyes went unseeing, his voice dark and foreboding. “The Old Gods will rise, for Calamity has been born.”

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Surprise Sign |Jinyoung|

I smiled looking at myself in the mirror at the concert venue. The stadium was already loud from the group of people fan girling about their biases or plans to do after the concert. I finally walked out of the bathroom and slowly walked to my seat. I'm supposed to be surprising my boyfriend of many years Park Jinyoung. We haven't seen each other in months because of his touring. He begged me to go with him but as much as I wanted to I couldn't. Here I was now standing in my seat close to the stage. Only Jackson knew I was coming to the concert to make sure I was able to get front-seat tickets. I smiled thinking of his reaction along with the rest of the group. I looked around and saw everyone go to their seats as the concert started. I proudly held up my sign that said 'I Don't Have To Go To Heaven To Find A Angel Park Jinyoung Is In Front Of Me' which people around me complimented my sign while laughing. I watched the lights go on and shine on the members as they went on stage. I watched in amazement at the boys' performance. Each step was calculated and they were all in sync with each other. Their voices were steady even though they were dancing. I lifted the sign up as Jackson looked over at me during lullaby winking which made the girls around me scream.

During the concert Jackson looked my way trying to get his fellow members to catch the memo eventually Jaebeom looked over and spotted me. I grinned waving the sign at him which made him smile holding back from laughing which confused Youngjae who looked at him confused as Jaebeom whispered in his ear. Youngjae looked at me laughing lightly which made Mark confused. Let's just say each member one by one noticed my presence and the sign I held up. It was Bambam who laughed the loudest after they finished singing Call My Name that caught Jinyoung's attention. He looked around confused until he finally ended up seeing me. He walked closer thinking he was hallucinating. He had been more nervous once he started the tour since you usually were there to hug him and give him little kisses before he had to leave for award shows. The girls around me started jumping around and screaming his name. But his eyes were trained on me he seemed like he wanted to cry but instead, he made a comment as if I was just a normal fan.

"Who here thinks I'm an angel?" He said through the mic as everyone screamed.

"Hey! He dressed up like a killer doll how is that angelic?!" Jackson said pointing his finger at Jinyoung to interact with the crowd. "I think I'm more of an angel"

"You dressed like the devil that one time" Jaebeom pointed out.

"The only person here would be me in my opinion," Yugyeom said. "If we're talking about Halloween costumes"

"You were an invisible cloak," Youngjae said. "I think I'm the winner don't you think" Yongjae said pointing his mic at the crowd who screamed yes.

"I feel offended," Jackson said dramatically.

I laughed at the whole thing and saw Jinyoung stealing some glances my way. After the concert was over I lingered around waiting for Jackson to come get me from the stands. Once the coast was clear Jackson ran out quickly and grabbed my hand as we ran backstage. The boys all gave me a hug and told me how shocked they were to see me since it was all the way across the world.

"He's here," Youngjae said as Jinyoung ran up to hug me. He wasn't that much of a PDA guy but he didn't care all he cared about was seeing you in the flesh.

"You're supposed to tell me this stuff, not Jackson," He said hiding his face in my neck which made me laugh a little.

"I couldn't tell you since it was a surprise" I smiled.

He pulled me closer and rocked back and forth. He nuzzled his face in my neck and ran his fingers through my hair. I smiled feeling him relax with every minute ticking by.

"You don't know how much I missed you" He mumbled giving a light kiss on my neck.

"I missed you too," I said his grip on me still tight.

"How did you manage to get here?" He asked pulling away from the hug.

"I'm on break so I decided to come see you perform"

"Are you staying around for long?" He asked.

"Hopefully I'll have enough money"

"I'll pay for it you can stay backstage and everything"

"I'd feel bad though" I sighed.

"Love, you and I both know I can afford you being here, hell it might be free if I ask the managers" At this point, Jinyoung was pleading with me to stay and it started working.

"I-" I sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Positive"

"Fine" I smiled and as soon as that word left my mouth I was picked up and spun in the air. "Jinyoung put me down" I laughed.

"Thank god your staying" He smiled. "I don't think I'd last another month"

"Well I'm here now"

"And your not leaving my side ever" He wrapped one of his arms around my waist and he placed his hand on my cheek with the other.

"Wouldn't dream of it" I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I love you," He said gently kissing me on the lips. I smiled into the kiss returning the gesture.

"I love you too" I pulled away resting my head on his chest as gently rubbed my back.

There was a knock on the door and we both looked over. The door creaked open and Youngjae popped in.

"Hey love birds, sorry to interrupt but Jinyoung has to come with me" Jinyoung looked at him confused. "Team meaning"

"Alright, I'm coming" Jinyoung turned to me. "Don't leave okay?"

"Alright" I smiled and watched him leave he winked and closed the door behind him.

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 44- He's Smitten

Chapter Summary: Jungkook's white shirts go missing. Jen gets noticed by Baekhyun. Bam Bam finally meets Jennie at the Dream concert. Jennie and Jungkook go against each other for dodgeball at school. Jennie checks out Jungkook's English.

Words: 12,000+

Genre: Major Jungkook fluff! And Bam Bam fluff!

Author's Note: Another custom chapter after some BTS events! I really LOVE this chapter and the scenes between Jennie and Jungkook when they played dodgeball at school and ate together after school. One of my absolute favorite chapters I wrote! I love their growing friendship/feelings for each other.

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Jennie slept soundly, on top of Yoongi as they napped on the couch, in the living room. Her alarm on her phone began to ring once the time turned to 1:30 PM, causing them both to stir in their sleep. Reaching over to her phone, she shuts off the alarm and lets out a sigh.

“An hour didn’t go by that quick...” She tried to go back to sleep as she felt Yoongi’s chest rumble against her when he chuckled.

“Unfortunately, it did. Time to go to the studio.” His deep voice was filled with sleep as he began to stretch. Jennie looked at him as he ran a hand through his hair. “You wanna know somethin’?”

“What?”

“You look like shit.”

Used to his smart-ass remarks, she remained unfazed. “Oh? So, do you asshole.”

Yoongi let out another deep chuckle. “What? You want me to lie? Wow, you look beautiful this afternoon.”

“Wow, well you look quite handsome this afternoon.” She mocked. “And your breath stinks.”

Suddenly, Yoongi breathed out heavily so she could smell his stench. As soon as his bad breath hit her nose, she covered it and fell off the couch with a yell.

“Ew! Not funny!” she cringed

“Was to me. Be ready in 20 so we can work on your cover.” He got off the couch to head to the bathroom.

Today was the day Jennie would finish covering Baekhyun’s Beautiful from EXO Next Door. Already admiring him as a K-Pop idol, she wanted to sing one of his songs and the song was really, no pun intended, beautiful. The song was released on April 22nd, and as soon as she heard it, she immediately wanted to cover it. She low-key hoped that he’d even notice the cover.

Meanwhile, Jungkook searched around his room for his white shirts. They were suddenly missing.

“What the heck is going on? I had them right here!” He started destroying the side of his room for his shirts.

Jen heard him muttering to himself in panic and decided to go into his room to see what was the problem. “You good?”

“No, I’m not! I can’t find any of my white shirts! They’re-they’re gone! All of them! ALL OF THEM!”

The Bangtan Girl stared at him like he was crazy.

All this...over shirts?

“Whoa, whoa, slow down. You mean to tell me you can’t find none of your shirts?” She tried to get him to relax as she grabbed a hold of his arm, halting him from pacing.

“Nope! None of them!” He grabbed a hold of her shoulders. “You gotta help me. I need my white shirts, you know how much they mean to me. Help me, please.”

“I’m about to go to the studio. I can help you when I get back.” She suggested, getting out of his grip. “You’re probably overlooking. You sure it’s not in your laundry?”

Jungkook decided to go to his laundry basket and dump out all his dirty clothes. “Nope! Where are they!?” He yelled in frustration.

“What are you whining about?” Jimin approached him out of curiosity.

“Someone had to take them. This is a prank, isn’t it?” Jungkook finally figured it out.

“Take what?” Taehyung joined in.

“Someone took my white shirts!” The Golden Maknae whined and started to fake cry.

Jimin immediately began laughing, which caused suspicion as Jungkook called him out. “It was you wasn’t it!?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Jimin giggled.

“Give them back!”

“Hahahah! It wasn’t me-hahahah!”

“Did you check the laundry room?” Taehyung suggested, trying not to giggle.

“If I find out that one of you messed with ALL my white shirts, there will be hell to pay.” He threatened them and left the room.

As soon as Jungkook left, Taehyung and Jimin started laughing.

“Y’all did it, didn’t you?” Jennie assumed.

“We didn’t do anything, it’s just so funny to see him so worked up over white shirts.” Taehyung giggled loudly.

“I hope he finds them.” She let out a sigh.

“I hope he doesn’t for a while. I like seeing him panic.” Jimin added. “I wonder who decided to take them. Maybe Hobi?”

“We could go ask,” Tae suggested.

“Keep me posted on the madness. I have a song to cover.” She said her goodbyes after they wished her luck, anticipating her new recording.

When she headed to the studio, with her headphones in her ears, she was asked to sound softer and build her way up as the song progressed because, in some parts of the song, there wasn’t any build up the first few times she sang the song.

“Maybe if you think about a boy or ARMY, it could help with the emotion.” She was suggested as she nodded, taking in the advice.

‘A boy, huh? Or ARMY?’ She pondered as her mind started to race with ideas.

With her phone in her hand, having the lyrics on her notes app, she waits for the music to start again. Once the music was heard from her headphones, she starts off softly, bringing out a sad tone to the beginning of the song.

Annyeong naege dagawa

Sujubeun hyanggireul angyeo judeon

neo huimihan kkumsokeseo

Nuni busidorok banjjakyeosseo

Raising her pitch slightly to a hopeful tone, she continued softly. And as she sang the chorus, a smile came across her face as she maintained the hopeful tone of the song.

Neoui misoe naemaeumi noganaeryeo

Nuni majuchyeosseulttaen~

Dugeungeoryeooh~

Her held notes sounded angelic, and strong but not overpowering the beat of the song.

neoui gaseume nae misoreul gieokhaejwo

Haruedo myeotbeonssik~

Saenggakhaejwooh~

Neoege hago sipeun geu mal...You’re beautiful

“Fly to you naegyeote isseojwo...You’re beautiful...” She finished the song softly and opened her eyes as the last bit of the instrumental played out.

“How’d I do?” She asked as she got pairs of thumbs ups in response, praising her efforts. “Ayeeeeee!”

After doing some finishing touches on the song, they post it on BTS’ SoundCloud.

‘Give it a listen! My fav has sung it so beautifully, that I just had to cover it! #JEN’ She tweets, posting the SoundCloud link of her new cover.

She decided to post a photo of it on her Instagram as well with the caption, ‘I had to. #EXONextDoor’

ARMY came rushing in with the comments like there was no tomorrow.

‘This was so cute!’

‘QUEEN!’

‘MOM! I was about to go to sleep!’

‘Welp, I won’t be going to sleep anytime soon. I’m gonna be listening to this all night.’

‘Can you PLEASE do more covers? Your voice is so soothing’

‘Baekhyun needs to hear this!’

‘#DoMoreCoversJennie’

‘@baekhyunee_exo this is great!’

‘I lovvvvveeeee this! Yes Miss Bangtan!’

‘GOD I LOVE HER VOICE’

‘WIG IS SNATCHED’

‘I WASN’T PREPARED!’

‘@baekhyunee_exo listen to this!’

‘If you combine both Jen’s cover and the original song, you can hear how nicely their voices blend. Kudos to Jen’s harmonious vocals. It’s like she’s singing right next to him.’

On her way back to the dorm, she decided to check her Instagram and perceived that a certain someone noticed her cover as she almost dropped her phone.

“He noticed!” She squealed after she read Baekhyun’s comment.

baekhyunee_exo: Well done :)

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On May 23rd, backstage at the Dream Concert, Jen finished getting her makeup done and told the members that she wanted to find her friends. Backstage was hectic, as the staff made sure everything was in order for the show. She managed not to get in anyone’s way as she spotted Jackson finishing up his conversation with one of the staff members.

“Jackson!” She happily waved, catching his attention. A huge smile came across his face as she jogged up to him, pulling him in for a hug.

“Jennie!” He picked her up and spun her around. She laughed at his enthusiasm before getting sat down on her feet. “My favorite American girl. How have you been? Congrats on I Need U.”

“Thank you! Everything is going well, I can’t complain. I’d be lying if I said that we weren’t tired but managing to get wins for I Need U is worth it. I’m so proud of our accomplishments so far.”

“I’m sure. You guys worked hard. I hear that J-Hope and Yugyeom will be dancing together.”

“Oh yeah, they’re gonna kill it. Super excited to see that and GOT7’s stage. Speaking of GOT7, are they free? I’d like to meet them.”

“Oh yeah! They’re very eager. I couldn’t stop talking about you, haha.”

“I hope it was positive things you told them about me.” She let out a laugh.

“Of course, I did. Come on, they’re in the dressing room.” He gestured for her to follow him.

She was excited to meet them, they seemed like great guys to be buddies with. She did want more guy friends after meeting a bunch of girl idols.

“Hey, guys! Miss Bangtan is here!” Jackson announced as they walked into the dressing room. She waved at them in a friendly manner after hearing a chorus of hellos. In the room were Yugyeom, Youngjae, JR, Mark, and JB as they excitedly got into a conversation with her.

“I’m an avid listener of you guys. You’re always on my playlist.” She happily revealed.

“Thank you! What are your favorite songs?” JB asked with a smile.

“I love A, I even know the choreography for it.” She briefly demonstrated as they looked impressed.

“I think she should’ve been in GOT8.” JB laughed as the guys agreed.

“GOT8 sounds catchy. But GOT7 is way better. You guys are the experts in your dances. Other songs I like are Turn Up the Volume, Stop Stop It and Gimme. I’m looking forward to your next comeback.”

After briefly talking some more with the members, Jen noticed that there were only six of them.

“I thought there were seven of you.” She looked around.

“Bam Bam.” Youngjae chuckled to himself, glancing at the members knowingly.

“He’s probably wandering around.” Jackson assumed.

“Ah, okay. I hope I can catch him later. I’ll see you guys around, it was nice meeting you.” She said her goodbyes and left.

“You think he’s gonna even want to meet her? He’s so nervous.” Mark pondered.

“He’s meeting her today. No ifs, ands, or buts. I’m tired of him just staring at her. He needs to man up and talk.” Jackson demanded.

As the show went underway, Jen stopped walking backstage when she heard an excited chorus of her name being called out. Two sets of arms wrapped around her as she was attacked with hugs from Jiyoon and Hyuna.

“Oh geez.” She laughed as the rest of the 4Minute members joined in.

“We missed you!” Sohyun said after they released her.

“I missed you more! How have you ladies been? Oh my God, it’s been a while!” Jen gave them individual hugs.

“We’re doing great, we’re so excited to perform,” Hyuna answered.

“Y’all know I’ll be jamming out when you perform crazy and What’s your name. If you hear screaming, it may be me.” She joked.

As Jen talked with 4Minute, from afar, Bam Bam zoned out as he watched her, mesmerized.

There she was.

She was right there.

So close yet so far, but he was still nervous to talk to her. He felt awkward about approaching her.

What would he say? How would she react?

‘Why is she so pretty?’ He thought with wonder.

He thought her curly hair framed her face so well and brought out her beauty even more. What was it about her that always made his stomach fill with butterflies?

“You’re drooling.” Youngjae nudged him, causing him to get out of his zone. “Go talk to her.”

“She doesn’t bite, man. She’s very sweet.” JB added.

“You’ll get along just fine. Do I need to drag you to her?” Jackson suggested with a grin.

“Please no!” Bam Bam looked at him with horror. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Say what’s on your mind?” Yugyeom suggested.

“So, tell her, Hi, I think you’re beautiful. I like you, can I be your boyfriend?” Bam Bam made one of his funny facial expressions as the members ended up laughing.

“That’s...a bit forward.” Jackson giggled.

“And why did you make that face?” JB shook his head.

“Wow, he’s still crushing on Miss Bangtan?” Mark asked in amazement.

“Uh huh. He’s smitten.” Jackson wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk.

“I am not!” Bam Bam exclaimed, feeling his face warm up.

“Remember how he was staring at her at the MAMA Awards? Lipsyncing whenever her verse came on? It was so cute.” JR gushed.

“Uh huh. And he’s still looking at her with heart eyes. It’s painfully obvious. But I don’t blame him. Jennie is very pretty-ow!” Youngjae winced once Bam Bam punched his arm, in retaliation. “So aggressive...” He rubbed his arm.

“Well, he gotta wait until the dating ban is over anyway. But at least introduce yourself and be friends with her. Start as friends then confess once the dating ban is over.” JB suggested.

“I’m too nervous, all right? What if she thinks I’m weird?” Bam Bam said with worry.

He thought he could be a bit much with his goofy expressions and it may be a turn off for her.

Would she think he’s weird for how he acts around his friends? How he loves to dance to girl group songs, what would she think about that?

“Are you kidding me?” JR exclaimed. “If she can live with the Bangtan Boys, I’m pretty sure she can deal with you. Jennie will probably think you’re funny and cute. Be yourself.”

“I could’ve sworn she said that she loves when her ideal type is himself and not pretending to be someone else.” Mark thought about her speech on her ideal type, last year.

Jackson shook his head in annoyance. He had enough of his stalling. “That’s it.” He grabbed a hold of Bam Bam and started to walk towards Jennie.

“J-Jackson! No! What are you doing!?” He desperately tried to fight off his grip as he found himself getting closer to her.

No, he wasn’t ready.

He wasn’t ready to approach this girl.

He wasn’t ready to look at her in the eyes.

He wasn’t ready to get lost in them yet.

He wasn’t ready to blush and make a fool out of himself in front of her.

He needed more time.

“I’m tired of your bull, Bam Bam. You’re going to meet her.” Jackson had none of it as they got closer. “Jennie!” He happily shouted after she was left alone.

She turned to the two boys. “Hey, what up?”

“I wanted to introduce you to the seventh member that you didn’t get to meet. This is Bam Bam. Bam Bam, this is Jennie.” Jackson released him.

Bam Bam cleared his throat and smiled shyly, giving her a brief wave.

“Finally! I was wondering where you were!” Her sudden statement caused Bam Bam to look surprised. “Were you hiding from me?” She teased with a smile.

‘Oh my God, her smile...how is she real?’ He thought, feeling himself get flustered.

“N-nah, duty calls.” He replied. ‘Really Bam Bam? Duty calls? I sound so stupid.’ He mentally punched himself.

”I agree, everything is so hectic. That’s the idol life.”

Bam Bam noticed that Jackson had left them alone as he swallowed nervously, meeting her friendly gaze.

“So, you rap?” She asked eagerly.

“Y-yeah. I rap in GOT7.”

“Wow, that’s dope. Yoongi is helping me learn how to rap. I’d love to rap one day. Maybe even be a part of the Rap Line in BTS.”

“I can see that happening. I could give you some tips...if you’re interested.” He suggested

“That’s so sweet of you. I appreciate it.”

“D-did you like your get well basket?” He rubbed the back of his neck as her eyes lit up.

“That was you!?”

He smiled shyly and nodded. “I hope you liked the smarties.”

“Of course, I did! Thank you so much! Well, since I’m in front of you now, let me give you that kiss on the cheek.” She giggled as she pulled him in for a warm hug after placing her soft lips on his cheek.

His eyes almost popped out at the sudden affection but he immediately wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the moment. He caught a whiff of her perfume. It had a fruity scent to it, and it suited her.

‘She is so huggable.’ He thought as he couldn’t keep the smitten smile off his face.

So this was what it was like to have her in his arms. He was in heaven. Bam Bam didn't want to let her go as his mind started thinking about potential date ideas if he could have the courage to ask her out.

The GOT7 members were watching his face with amusement and decided to snap a photo for future blackmail.

After she pulled away, she spoke, “You really didn’t have to do that for me. It was so kind of you. Thanks for caring even if we haven’t met during that time.”

“Anytime. You really worried me. I’m happy that you’re okay.”

“Aw, Bam Bam!” She was touched by his words.

‘The way she says my name.’ He gushed. It sounded so cute the way she said his name with cheerfulness.

“I gotta get back to the dressing room, but it was nice meeting you! I hope we get to see each other again, soon.”

“Likewise.”

She smiled and headed back inside the BTS dressing room while he went back to the members.

“So, did you ask for her number?” Mark asked.

“I wanted to but it slipped my mind.” Bam Bam chuckled nervously.

He was too busy staring anyway. Man was she stunning in person. Photos don't do her justice.

Jackson, however, wasn’t happy with his statement. “How else will you keep in touch?” He frowned, crossing his arms.

“Instagram?” Bam Bam shrugged.

“I would ask for her number if I were you,” JB advised.

“Oh yeah, show him the photo,” Yugyeom spoke up as JR showed him the photo of him grinning like an idiot as he hugged Jennie. “We’re keeping this for blackmail.”

“Why!? Delete that!” Bam Bam shouted.

“Maybe we should show Jennie, what do you guys think?” JB pondered.

“NO!” Bam Bam yelled, trying to grab ahold of the phone.

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In the BTS dressing room, the members were dressed for their performance. Jennie napped on the floor with Yoongi, while Taehyung rested next to her. Hobi decided it was time to mess with the members and he went to disturb Jimin first while filming for a Bangtan Bomb. After messing with him, Hobi went straight to Yoongi and Jennie.

He filmed them, contemplating if he should mess with them but decided against it.

“They’re sleeping too firmly. Last time I got beaten up by them with the others. It wasn’t pretty.” He laughed.

He decided to go after Taehyung instead, messing with his chin while making sound effects to one of the member’s iPhones that was ringing.

Jen kept hearing Hobi’s voice and contemplated if she should hit him so she could sleep in peace. As she opened her eyes, she saw him with a camera, messing with Tae. She glanced over at Yoongi, who had awakened, too.

Not good.

Tae looked over at the napping pair and glanced at Hobi, with fear, shocked that he woke them up.

“You’re really bothersome, doing this.” Tae sighed while Jennie shook her head at Hobi.

“Fuck off,” Yoongi spoke up, causing those around him to laugh.

“He-he cursed.” Hobi giggled.

After a long nap, Jen headed out and walked around until she saw Jiyoon, Gayoon and Sohyun in line for a shooting dart game.

“What’s all this?” Jennie looked around, noticing the spinning wheel and prizes around the staff members, deciding to get in line with them while others got behind her.

“Jiyoon wants the Hulk Buster,” Sohyun answered.

“Hulk Buster! Hulk Buster, please!” Jiyoon looked on, determined. She looked cute, acting like a kid for her Avengers.

“She really wants that Hulk Buster.” Jen laughed. “I hope she gets it.”

“Me too.”

“Oh my gosh is that a Captain America action figure!?” Jennie shouted, pointing it out with excitement. “I want it! I call dibs. It’s mine!”

“You like Captain America?”

“Oh yeah, I love him! Chris Evans is so cute!” She daydreamed, making Sohyun giggle. “He’s my favorite superhero. Just don’t tell Jungkook. He’s more of an Iron Man fan.”

“My lips are sealed.”

After Jiyoon’s failed attempt to get what she wanted, Jennie tried to shoot at the spinning wheel and failed too, winning kimchi flavored noodles. Jiyoon had won cereal and couldn’t hide her disappointment.

“Man, I really wanted that Captain America action figure. I could have it in my room for display.” Jen let out a sigh.

As she parted ways with Jiyoon and the others, Jen continued on her path to go back to the BTS dressing room.

“Finally, I found you!” She stopped in her tracks when she saw Chanyeol from EXO staring her way, smiling brightly.

‘Is he...talking to me? No way, there must be someone behind me.’ She looked back but didn't see anyone.

“Are you talking to me?” She pointed to herself as he nodded happily and bowed as she did the same before looking up at his tall figure.

Jeesh, he was taller than she thought. But his bright smile made his height less intimidating as she felt at ease.

“Sorry if this is really random. I got really excited when I finally found you, hehehe.” He giggled shyly, covering his face. “I’m Chanyeol.”

“H-hi, I’m Jennie.” She felt her face warm up at the Happy Virus.

She always felt like EXO was untouchable and people she could never seem to approach. But Chanyeol seemed very eager and friendly to want to talk to her.

She wondered why.

“Baekhyun has been looking for you. I decided to help him out. He’ll be thrilled to know that I found you.”

“Come again?” Her stomach dropped.

Baekhyun?

Her bias?

He was looking for her?

Her??

Miss Bangtan?

She wanted to faint right then and there.

“He’s very eager to meet you! He wanted to talk to you about your cover. Can I just say that you have done very well? I enjoyed listening to it. Baekhyun can’t stop talking about it. It has been driving some of the members bonkers, hehe.” He giggled.

“Are you serious? Gosh, thank you!” She couldn’t believe he said that. That was a huge confidence booster.

To be praised by Chanyeol of all people. An SM artist. Just wow!

Chanyeol had given Baekhyun a quick text and they waited while having small talk until he walked up to them. Jen told him that she wanted to get the Captain America action figure but had failed, as he decided that he wanted to try out the game after Baekhyun arrived.

“Ah, there he is.” Chanyeol pointed him out and left them to talk.

“Hello!” Baekhyun smiled brightly. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Jennie!”

“Hi!” She managed to say, mesmerized that he was right in front of her. He grabbed her hands with his smile still plastered on his face. It seemed to have calmed her starstruck mind down as she returned his smile. “You’re one of my favorite idols. It’s an honor to finally meet you. I saw your comment on my Instagram, about my cover. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to listen to it. It really means the world to me that you, the original artist of the song, would listen to my cover.”

“It’s funny how it came about. Chanyeol had seen fans tagging his Instagram and mine on your photo and he brought it to my attention. We decided to sit down and listen to it. The first opening notes, Chanyeol couldn’t keep his jaw closed.” He chuckled at the memory as he released her hands.

“Seriously?” She covered her mouth in surprise.

Now that was a plus, that she was able to do that. She needed to stop doubting the potential of her singing ability. There is much to improve, but this right here was a huge start.

“Uh huh. It was well done. How long did it take you?”

“I’ve worked on the song for a week. Due to my schedule, I didn’t have that much free time. I was already familiar with the song because I’d listened to it so many times and sung along in my room. The rearrangement was made in the studio, I worked on making sure the same emotion that you had was there for the song, while still making it my own and then I took it from there. I had a blast working on it.”

“I’m eager to hear more from you. I have always wondered what is it about me that you love so much. I would come across photos of your interviews or videos of you speaking so highly of me. It’s very touching. May I ask why?”

“Well, it’s not hard. Your vocals are so amazing. Like you have no idea how your vocals have made me want to step up my vocal skills. Every time I hear you sing, I am inspired to be able to sing so emotionally, so heavenly and have that much passion. I love watching you perform, too. Your voice and charisma blow me away. I’m learning a lot in this industry, been in BTS for three years and we are still growing musically. You along with many other idols are an inspiration for me.” She revealed in a genuine voice.

“Ah, you’re making me so flustered from the constant support you have for me.” He said eagerly. "Thank you, Jennie,"

He always enjoyed meeting new people and he enjoyed Jennie’s friendly, determined aura around her. Her voice went great with his song. If they were to sing together in the future, it would be a treat for fans for sure.

“I would love to sing with you, one day if you are interested. I’m continuing to improve my vocals so I can push for future collaborations with other idols.” She continued, hoping he would agree.

His smile got wider as he nodded eagerly. “I would love to collaborate with you and teach you a few vocal methods in the future. Whenever you’re ready, just let me know and we’ll work from there once our schedules aren’t in the way. I’m positive SM will agree to it.”

“Re-really!?”

“Really.” He confirmed.

“Thank you so much! Is it okay if I hug you?” She asked.

He laughed at her excitement and nodded, bringing her in for a warm hug.

After their conversation, she asked for a selfie. He stood next to her, smiling sweetly while she grinned widely as they both put up finger hearts.

‘THIS HAPPENED! So happy to finally meet you! Thank you!’ She posted on Instagram and Twitter, causing EXO-Ls and ARMY to freak out.

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After BTS had performed, Bam Bam went out to find Jennie. The GOT7 members were watching him from afar, to see if he would do what he said he was going to do.

Ask for her number.

“You think he’s gonna do it?” Mark asked.

“He better do it,” Jackson demanded.

“I don’t think he has it in him. Watch him chicken out.” JB laughed.

“He better not.” Jackson huffed.

“There she goes.” Mark pointed her out.

Once Bam Bam saw Jennie, taking out her earpiece, and putting it around her neck, he let out a breath and approached her. He repeated everything that he wanted to say in his mind, confident that he wouldn’t be awkward.

Once she turned around and flashed him a smile, he tensed up as she spoke, “Hey, you! Long time no see! Great performance out there!”

“Th-thanks. You were great out there, too. I uh, wanted you to have this.” He presented his hands that were behind his back, revealing the Captain America action figure that she had wanted.

A loud gasp escaped her lips as she took a step back. She looked from the action figure to him, in astonishment as he started to chuckle softly, satisfied with her reaction.

“No way! H-how did you manage to win this, oh my gosh!” She happily accepted it, examining it in awe. “My Captain America!”

“I was in line for the game and overheard you talking about it. I was aiming to try out the game, just for fun, but I decided why not try to get the action figure for you.”

“Bam Bam, you just made my night.” She pulled him in for another hug.

‘Two hugs in one night? I’m on a roll.’ He happily thought.

Jackson nodded in approval. “Damn, that was smooth.”

“Whipped~!” Youngjae announced as the members laughed with him while they continued to watch.

“How long did it take you to win this?” She asked after they pulled away.

“Three times.”

“Man. You really didn’t need to go through all that trouble for me. But who am I to complain? I got my Captain America!” She cheered.

“Jennie! Come on!” Jin had called her out from afar, wanting her back in the dressing room.

“Gotta go, but thank you again, Bam Bam.”

“W-wait.” He grabbed a hold of her hand, making her turn back around. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“What’s up?”

“Can I-uh-can I get your number?” He stuttered out.

He hoped he wasn’t too forward or was giving her the wrong impression. He sincerely wanted to get to know her more. He liked her after all.

“Yeah, of course!” She took his phone and quickly typed in her number for him. “Here you go!”

“Sweet. Thank you. I’ll see you around, Jennie.”

“Definitely. I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” She headed back to meet up with Jin.

“He really had it in him,” Mark said in bewilderment.

“Should we start the ship name? BamJen?” Jackson suggested.

“When do you think he’ll text her?” Jinyoung asked as the members questioned the future of Bam Bam and Jen’s friendship.

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The next day, Jungkook continued to freak out because he still couldn’t find his white shirts in the dorm.

Who would be so evil to take his precious shirts?

Who had the guts to do something like this and expect to get away with it?

“Okay, guys, this isn’t funny anymore, the prank is over, give me my damn shirts back!” He yelled from his room.

“Aish, you still can’t find them?” Namjoon shook his head.

“Damn it!” Jungkook slammed his hand against his opened door in frustration as he walked to the living room.

He was pissed.

This prank wasn’t funny anymore.

“They weren’t in the laundry?” Jin asked, calmly.

“No...” The Golden Maknae grumbled. “Can someone just tell me who did it? I haven’t worn any white shirts in weeks! Somebody just give them back!”

Jimin continued to laugh with Taehyung which caused Jungkook to curse and attack them, wrestling them in the living room. After he beat them up, Jungkook stormed back to his room to try to seethe in solitude.

Once he left, a smirk slowly came across the Bangtan Girl’s features.

‘Wonder how long I should keep this up.’ She thought evilly.

Jungkook was so mad. She almost felt bad for doing this to him. He trusted her so much that he wouldn’t dare suspect her of all people to mess with his white shirts.

Jimin peeped her smirk. He was the only one who knew her secret. When she decided to tell him, he was genuinely surprised that Miss Bangtan of all people would steal Jungkook’s white shirts.

That she would be bold enough to do such a thing.

Days later in the afternoon, Jen chilled in the living room, playing video games by herself until her phone buzzed, getting a notification from the BTS Group Chat.

Jimin: uhhh just to give you a fair warning...Kook is looking for you

Raising a brow, Jennie immediately texted back

Jennie: Why?

Jimin: He knows

Jennie: What do you mean "He knows"

Tae: Ennie, you need to HIDE

Hobi: NOW

Yoongi: You R on ur own kid...

Jennie groaned.

You have GOT to be kidding.

Why did she open up her mouth? She should've known that Jimin would blab out that she took his shirts. How stupid of her to trust him.

Jennie: Jimin!!

Jimin: He beat it out of me! I'm sorry! Jungkook is so scary when he's angry! I'm sorry, Ennie!

As soon as she heard another ping, she checked the notification, feeling her stomach drop at who had messaged next in the group chat.

Jungkook: Jennie.

Jennie: Hey Kookie! :) :) :)

Jungkook: So...you touched my white shirts, huh?

Jennie: Me? Nooooo, I would never

As soon as Jen saw the next message, she immediately got off the couch, in panic.

Jungkook: I’m coming for you

She reread the text and ran into her room, earning a loud laugh from Namjoon who was in the kitchen. Shutting the door, she locked it, pacing around. She should've thought things through. She'll never make the mistake of telling anyone her plans.

She decided to hide under her bed, hoping that would be a great hiding spot.

Jennie: I didn’t do anything!

Tae: Jungkook please reconsider! Ennie is an innocent soul!

Hobi: Don't do this Jungkoko!

Yoongi: She dead

Jimin: Jungkook don't!

Jungkook: Where is she?

Jin: Whatever mess you make, I won't be cleaning it up.

Jennie: Jin! You not going to help me!?

Jin: This is your responsibility, sweetie.

Yoongi: She dead.

Jimin: Jungkookie noooooooooooo

Jungkook: I won't ask again.

Jungkook: WHERE

Jungkook: IS

Jungkook: SHE?

Namjoon: Last time I checked, she just ran in her room

Jennie: NAMJOON!

She received a peace sign emoji from the leader and a devil emoji from Jungkook

Jennie: Kookie please!

Namjoon: I'm leaving the dorm. I don't want to see or hear what punishment he has in store. I'll be at the studio

Yoongi: She dead.

Jimin: YOONGI NOT THE TIME!

Yoongi: Do you want me to lie? She's dead.

Namjoon: Don't punish her too hard, Kook. You don't know your own strength at times

Yoongi: She'll learn her lesson once he's done with her

Namjoon: Good luck Jennie!

Hobi: No! No! No! Jungkook this is a bad idea!

Jimin: Jungkookie don't lay a finger on our Ennie!

Jungkook: I'll be laying more than just a finger on her

“Why me?” She complained.

She was now alone in the dorm. And Jungkook was coming back any minute. It was too late to leave the dorm. He could be already here.

And as soon as she thought about it, she heard the front door open and close.

Great...

Her stomach dropped as she heard footsteps. She quickly put her phone on silent, doing everything she could to not make a sound. Hearing her doorknob rattle, her nerves got worse.

“Of course, you would lock the door.” She heard Jungkook’s voice filled with annoyance.

“Jungkook! It was just a prank!” She exclaimed. “Leave me alone! I’m sorry! It was a prank!”

“Oh, I know. But when you mess with my white shirts, I have the right to give you a proper punishment. Open the door.” He demanded.

“Jungkook, think about what you’re doing!”

“Open the door, Jennie.”

“Jungkook, let’s talk about this!”

“Oh, we’ll talk. My hands are going to do the talking. Now, open the door.” His voice went down an octave, giving off a threatening tone.

She decided to stay silent and for a moment she heard no more noise.

Maybe he left?

She considered getting from under the bed but decided against it after she heard more noise coming from her door. She realized that he was working on removing her bedroom door handle with some type of tool he found.

‘You have GOT to be kidding me! Am I worth this much trouble?! Over white shirts!?’ She panicked as he finally opened her door.

She swallowed nervously as her eyes came into view with his timberlands walking around her room.

“Are you going to reveal yourself or am I going to have to take matters into my own hands?” He talked out loud to her.

Jen kept her mouth shut. Maybe she could try to escape this. He was fast but she could squirm out of his grip if he caught her. Seeing the light from her phone flash, she glanced at it to see the missed messages from the group chat

Jimin: Jennie! Are you safe!?

Tae: ENNIE!

Yoongi: She dead

Hobi: Munchkin!

Jimin: GUYS SHE’S NOT ANSWERING!

Yoongi: She dead.

Namjoon: She brought this on herself haha.

Jimin: What have I done!? Ennie! Answer us!

Yoongi: She dead.

Hobi: You sure you should’ve

“Crap!” She yelped as he grabbed a hold of her ankles, pulling her from under the bed. She didn’t even get the chance to read the rest of Hobi’s message.

Jungkook turned her around to face him and pinned her to the floor before she could have the chance to crawl away. As she looked up at his stern expression, she swallowed hard. That was a look she was not used to.

“Now...we can either do this the easy way or the hard way.” He advised. “I think it’ll be in your best interest to go the easy route because I tend to not be so merciful when it comes to things like my white shirts.”

“Kook, come on now. Let’s not do this.”

“You brought this on yourself.”

“Jungkook!”

“Now I’m going to ask you one question...and you are going to answer me truthfully, do you hear me?” He got closer to her face.

His serious expression made him look more mature as his piercing gaze stayed on her like a hawk, making sure she wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. It was intimidating to see him like this and she wondered how she would be able to escape.

Where was Jimin or the rest of the guys? Shouldn’t they be scrambling over here to help her instead of texting the group chat?

“Where are my shirts?” Her thoughts were interrupted.

“I don’t know where they are!” She struggled against his strong grip. She could hardly move from under him.

“Strike one.”

“Kook!”

“Tell me where my white shirts are.”

“I don’t know!”

“Strike two. One more, you’re done for. I’m going to ask you, one more time. Where-are-my-white-shirts?” He demanded as his nose grazed hers.

“They’re someplace...where you are never going to find.” She boldly answered. “Admit that I outsmarted you, Kook.”

Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek, feeling himself getting more aggravated that he still didn’t have his white shirts.

It had been weeks.

Weeks since he’s had them.

Her stomach flipped when he leaned down, and she felt his warm breath against her ear. “You know, I really thought I could trust you. It seems like I need to be more mindful of those close to me. Because they can turn on you just like that. And take things that are precious from you. Like my white shirts for example. You know I wasn’t even going to prank you at all for this prank war? But I guess you didn’t have the same mindset. So, do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?”

“Let me go and forget this happened?”

“I could...but that won’t be fun, now would it?” He put both her wrists in one hand as his other found itself slowly grazing the side of her stomach, causing her to squirm.

That was a sensitive area, because he’s been there before, and she knew what he was about to do.

He was going to tickle her.

“No, please! Not that, anything but that! I’ll buy you lamb skewers! Anything but that!” She started to panic.

“Should’ve thought of that before you said what you said.” He moved back from her face, watching her attempt to move around from under him.

“It was so tempting, I’m sorry-“ She was cut off by her laughter as he began to aggressively tickle her sides with both his hands. “St-sthap it-hahahah! Jungko-ok!”

“What was that? Huh?” He teased, as he tickled her relentlessly, watching her become undone.

“Are you going to tell me where my shirts are?” He questioned over her loud laughter.

No matter how much her hands tried to push him away, he continued to be relentless.

“Please-!”

“Please what? If it’s not about the location of my white shirts, I’m not listening to you beg for mercy. Suffer.” He answered her pleas with no remorse.

After a few more moments, she couldn’t take anymore, and finally, gave up. “Okay! Okay! Enough! I’ll tell you!”

He left her alone, smirking in satisfaction as he waited for her to pull herself together. “Now...about those white shirts...”

“Th-they’re at Amber’s place.” She revealed, trying to catch her breath.

“And I’m sure you’ll return them to me, today, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“Glad we could work something out.” He grinned triumphally. “But just a fair warning...Pull something like that again, the punishment will be even worse. That was me going easy on you. These hands can do a lot more damage.”

“I am never telling anyone anything ever again.” She groaned.

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The next day, at school, Jennie and Jungkook attended gym class together. The two combined classes found themselves sitting on the floor, as the gym teacher announced that today’s activity would consist of dodgeball. Hearing that caused Jungkook’s mood to boost. He loved dodgeball and was looking forward to playing it.

“Jeon Jungkook. Jennifer Walker.” The gym teacher called them out, gesturing for them to stand next to him. “You two will be today’s team captains.”

‘Team captains? So, I’m going up against Kook in dodgeball?’ Jen thought as she glanced at her best friend.

Jungkook and Jennie were more competitive than others, and it would mean the world to her if she could beat him in dodgeball. It would give her some type of closure since he would usually beat her in video games.

The gym teacher told them to play one round of rock, paper, scissors to see who would get the first pick and Jungkook won by choosing paper over Jen’s rock.

The Golden Maknae looked around the handful of classmates that sat on the gym floor, waiting patiently to be picked. He pondered about which person to choose first, wanting strong teammates since he was stronger on offense when it came to dodgeball.

His eyes landed on Jennie’s shy friend, Hayoon, who was looking down at her feet. “Hayoon.” He called out, causing her to lift her head in surprise.

“Y-yes?” She stuttered.

“Come on, you’re on my team.” He smiled softly, beckoning her to come over.

As soon as she heard him call out her friend’s name, Jennie stared at him in disbelief. “What? My friend though? How dare you?”

“All about the mind games.” He teased as Hayoon stood behind him.

“Sorry, Jennie.” Hayoon smiled apologetically.

“Okay, you knew I was gonna pick her.” Jen frowned at the Golden Maknae.

“Exactly. I know you better than you know yourself. I know how you think.” He replied confidently.

“She’s supposed to be mine.”

“Not today.” He grinned cockily.

“I’m going to....” She trailed off, shaking her head. “The Lord is testing me today...”

“What?” He challenged. “What are you going to do, my dear friend?”

She wanted to smack that grin off his face but she suppressed her urges.

“You better take good care of her.” She huffed and turned to Hayoon. “If he does anything wrong, let me know. I’ll give him a beating back at the dorm.”

Hayoon smiled softly. “I’m sure Jungkook and I won’t have any problems. He is a nice person.”

“You hear that Jennie? I’m nice.” He happily announced.

“She’s only trying not to hurt your feelings. We all know you suck.” She turned back to her classmates, smirking in amusement when he yelled “Yah!”

After picking their teammates, the gym teacher began to explain the rules. “All right, I’m sure we know how to play this game but I added some more rules, to make it more intense. If the ball hits you, you’re out. While you stand on the sidelines when you’re out, you can have one of your teammates that’s still in the game, throw you a ball and you can try to shoot the ball into the basketball hoop. If you make the ball in the basket, everyone from your team is back in the game. If it hits the backboard, only you are back in. Captains, face each other, please.”

Jungkook and Jen faced off, staring each other down intently, as their classmates looked on in anticipation. Jen looked at him up and down, stepping up to him.

“Golden Maknae.” She acknowledged.

Jungkook smirked at her competitiveness. “Miss Bangtan.” He mimicked her movements.

“Ready to lose?”

“I think the question is, am I ready to win.”

“No, not today. You may beat me in video games, but today, you will be the one who’s losing for a change.”

“We shall see about that.”

“I want a clean game.” Their gym teacher interrupted their face off. “We’ll play three rounds. Whoever gets two wins will be victorious."

Jungkook looked at his opponent, examining her. Jennie’s defensive skills were only getting better and better. Something that he couldn’t touch. But unlike him, she didn’t have great aim and never went on an offensive route for games. If he could stay on her team, throwing the balls relentlessly, he should get everyone out and win the game effortlessly. His team had stronger players, the main thing he needed to focus on was her quick instincts to avoid getting hit.

Defense vs. offense.

It would be a great set of matches between the two teams.

The 97 Liners shake hands while their teams go to their spots. Attempting to walk back, Jen is pulled forward by Jungkook due to his strong grip on her hand. She looked up at the tall Golden Maknae with a serious expression.

More trash talk?

“Before I let you go, I just want to wish you luck.”

“How kind of you.”

“And I’ll happily enjoy some lamb skewers when I win. Your treat of course.” His bunny smile showed on his features.

She knew he was up to something. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him playfully. “Hm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Well, when I win, I want my noodles. I will enjoy that treat to the fullest.”

“I think you may want to get your mind off noodles. The lamb skewers will be a great meal after school. Might as well prepare for it.”

“Ha! You tried it.”

“Make the best 97 Liner win.” He released her and headed over to his team with a confident look on his face.

Meeting up with her team, they prepare for the first round. “What’s the strategy?” One of her female teammates asked.

“All right, I have a plan in mind. It may sound crazy, but I strongly believe this will work. I want to take a risk.”

“What’s the plan?”

“Don’t get the dodgeballs first. Wait for them to get it.” She informed as they stared at the set of medium-sized, colorful balls in the middle of the gym floor.

She heard some of her teammates question her strategy. “You sure? Shouldn’t we run and get the balls?”

“That’s what they think we’re going to do. But we’re not going to. Catch them off guard. Make them believe they’re at an advantage.”

“Okay and then what?” Another teammate asked

“I want us to watch the balls and catch them whenever they throw them. Put your hands out like this.” She demonstrated. “Whatever you do, catch it, and then they’ll get out. If we can all catch their balls when they attack, then that means we’ll have fewer people to get out in the game, and we’ll have all the balls then. Trust me.”

Her teammates noticed a strong leader aura around her, as her plan made sense.

“When you get a ball, aim for their legs and feet.” She continued. “If you aim at their upper body, they’ll have more of an advantage to catch the ball. Their legs, however, different story. I won’t let you guys down, I will fight until we are victorious today. I will lead us to victory. Keep a cool head, and keep your eyes open at all times. Anything can happen in just a blink of an eye. Got it?” She looked at her teammates, who appeared motivated and pumped up.

They all put their hands in the middle. “One, two, three, Defensive!” They shout, throwing their hands up in the air.

Both teams placed their hands on the wall, waiting for the teacher’s cue. This was it. All or nothing. Jen’s heart began to race from anticipation. Her team needed to win this.

“Begin!” The gym teacher blew the whistle.

Like Jen planned, her team stayed back as Jungkook’s team ran up and got the balls. His team looked confused that her team stood back and thought it wasn’t the wisest choice. His team, as expected, threw the dodgeballs at her team, and Jen watched in approval when her teammates caught the balls.

Jungkook widened his eyes in shock at what just happened as he saw a handful of his teammates walk to the sideline. Irritation was clear on his face as he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, narrowing his eyes at Jennie. He was not happy at how quickly he lost teammates.

“BOOM!” Jennie fist pumped, high fiving her teammates who were cheering. She turned back to Jungkook with a huge smile on her face, having her arms outstretched, tilting her head to the side. “Now THAT is how you make a statement! We here to win today!”

“Game on.” He growled. “Watch your back.” He pointed her out.

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game. I outsmarted you. Admit it.” She shrugged.

“Yeah, and it’ll be the last.” He huffed.

He was not happy. He refused to lose to her.

It was on, now.

As the game went on, Jen’s teammates noticed how patient and understanding she was towards them as she gave them encouraging words throughout the game. She wanted everyone to remain calm and not be intimidated just because Kook’s team had stronger players.

Suddenly, without even noticing who hit him, Jungkook gets hit on the thigh by a ball.

“Jeon Jungkook, you’re out!” The gym teacher announced.

“Aish...” He threw his ball down in frustration and walked over to the sidelines.

He was so focused on trying to get Jennie out that he failed to realize others were trying to get him out too. Getting strong players out of a game was always a smart move, and he knew he had targets on his back.

Jennie’s team managed to win Round 1 thanks to their effort of catching the dodgeballs whenever their opponents tried to hit them.

“Aaaaayyyyyeeeeeeee!” Jennie yelled as she performed the Shmoney dance in celebration.

She happily gave her teammates high fives, praising them for their efforts, and told them to keep it up.

For Round 2, Jungkook’s team came back in full aggression. It seemed like getting the first loss of the game, lit a fire in the Golden Maknae as he did everything he could to get as many opponents out as possible.

Seeing an available ball standing in the middle of the gym, the 97 Liners glance at each other and make a run for it.

‘I need that ball.’ Jen thought hastily as she ran as fast she could.

Before she could grab it, Jungkook managed to swipe it from the floor first. She stumbled back and fell on her butt with a grunt and cautiously looked up at the Golden Maknae.

“Gotcha.” He smirked, readying himself to throw the ball.

‘Relax, Jennie.’ She calmed herself down.

If her teammates saw her panic, they would panic too. She needed to stay strong in this predicament. Telling her body to move as soon as she saw him move his hand to throw the ball at her, she barely managed to roll away, earning whoas from her classmates.

“As expected.” He grabbed another ball that was by his feet.

Mostly everyone had the balls on the sideline, aiming to make a basket so their whole team could get back in the game.

He threw another fastball at her, making her jump out of the way with a yelp.

‘If I didn’t move one inch, that would’ve hit me.’ She huffed as she got on her feet, watching his every move. One false movement, she was done for.

‘Clever girl.’ He thought, impressed.

He enjoyed the challenge.

‘Maybe if I could try to catch the ball.’ She thought as she stayed alert. ‘But his aim and speed of the ball are so intense, I’m not sure if catching it would be wise, in fear that it may fall out my hands.’

Hayoon stood next to Jungkook as she aimed a ball right at Jennie, who ducked down in the nick of time.

“Aye! Why is it two on one!?” Jen exclaimed as she continued to jump out of the way from any balls aiming at her.

“Sorry, Jennie. But you need to get out.” Hayoon giggled and threw another ball.

“Bye!” Miss Bangtan waved at her friend when she caught her ball. A pout came across Hayoon’s face as she walked over to the sidelines. Before Jen knew it, a dodgeball hit her right in the butt, causing her to turn to the thrower in shock. “Ow! You hit my ass!”

“Perfect shot!” Jungkook laughed, fist pumping. “Don’t take your eyes off me, next time!”

“Oh, so that’s how we gonna play, huh?” Rolling her eyes in annoyance.

Jennie stood by the sidelines while the rest of her teammates played against Jungkook and his team. Jen had tried to make a basket a couple of times but to no avail as Jungkook blocked every single one.

“Oh my god! Back off!” She yelled in frustration.

Why couldn’t he just focus on the game? Not on blocking her baskets?

Hayoon unexpectedly made a basket, causing her whole team to cheer.

“I made the shot!” She jumped up and down happily.

Jennie groaned as she saw all of Jungkook’s teammates run back into the game. She watched painfully as her teammates remaining got hit, causing Jungkook’s team to win this round. He immediately celebrated with his teammates, acting hyped up as he jumped up and down with them.

Jennie on the other hand, gathered her team to group up in a circle. “We may have lost that round but don’t let that discourage you. We still got this. All of you did a great job holding your own. And now we are in the last round. We’re going to need to be more on offense this time. But remain cautious of your surroundings. Never take your eyes off your opponents. We got this. Go hard or go home. Let’s take this victory!” She shouted as her team cheered.

“Final round!” The gym teacher blew the whistle.

This time, Jen sprinted forward to grab two of the balls in the middle of the floor and managed to hit two people in the process. After ducking around and avoiding the balls that were aimed at her team, she finally caught a ball that almost went over her head. Tossing it to one of her teammates to use, Jen watched triumphally as the person who threw the ball walked to the sidelines.

The game was equally matched, and both teams were determined to win. Near the end of the game, Jen stood by the sidelines with her team while Jungkook was still in the game, with one other person going up against three people left from her team. He seemed to be getting everyone out before it was just three people left because her teammates could not seem to hit him with a dodgeball.

“Whatever you do, don’t let Jennie get back in.” Jungkook requested his teammate as he went on to try to get the last people out.

Those Lamb Skewers were his.

Meanwhile, Jen couldn’t hide her frustration every time she aimed the ball at the backboard, it would get slapped away by Jungkook’s teammate before it could touch it. Butterflies were in her stomach as she witnessed that there was only one person left from her team.

“Please...” She whispered as she tried one more time.

“Walker! You’re back in!” The gym teacher announced.

Sighing out of relief, she ran to her teammate. “You good, girl?” She asked as she got handed a ball.

“No, I’m freaking out! I can’t do this. I can’t hit them, we’re going to lose!”

“Hey. Get that negative mindset out of your head. Remember what I told you. You can catch the ball to get people out in dodgeball. You got this. Trust me.” She reassured. The two of them ducked as a loud smack was heard against the wall when Jungkook’s fastball clashed against it. “I would like my head!”

“And I would like to win!” She heard him say.

Jennie kneeled and caught his teammate’s ball that was aimed at her feet, leaving Jungkook to be the last man standing for his team. He throws two fastballs, ready for this game to be over before anyone else from her team can get back in the game.

Unable to move in time, one of the balls hit Jen’s shoulder, causing her to fall back. Looking up, she saw that her teammate had a shocked expression on her face and she saw a dodgeball in her hands.

She had caught his other dodgeball.

“Atta girl!” Jen got up and rushed to hug her.

“Winner! Team Jennie!” The gym teacher announced. Her team all rushed up and joined in the hug, jumping up and down, and cheering in celebration.

“WOO! That is what I’m talking about!” Jennie beamed, with a huge smile on her face.

Jungkook, sitting on the gym floor, was disappointed that his team lost but was praised for his efforts. He watched Jennie celebrate, and it was like he was watching her in slow motion as her hair flipped to one side when she turned her head to him. The same bright smile still on her face.

She was something else.

Before he knew it, she was in front of him, extending her hand out. He smiled and took it as she helped him up.

Keeping a strong grip on his hand, she spoke, “Good game, Kook. Thanks for going all out on me. Your team pushed me harder than ever before.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’m kind of glad you beat me.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah, because you make competitions fun. You’re unpredictable. But just so you know, I’ll be the one winning next time.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m ready for whatever you bring at me, bunny.”

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After changing in the dorm, Jennie and Jungkook took a stroll together, aiming to head to a local noodle restaurant so he could treat her to noodles since she won the game. As Jungkook approached the restaurant, he watched in confusion as Jennie walked past it.

“Wait, don’t you want noodles?” He asked as he followed her.

“I did. But I changed my mind.” She replied as she stopped in front of a Korean BBQ restaurant. “I’m kind of craving lamb skewers.” She smiled, giggling at his happy reaction.

“No way, are you serious!?” His bunny smile came across his features.

“Don’t make me change my mind.” She teased as he eagerly opened the door for her, letting her walk in first.

“Trust me, I won’t let you. You won’t regret it.” He replied as he walked in.

Getting seated at a booth, facing each other, they ordered lamb skewers and watched them cook. Some lucky ARMY came to the right restaurant because they secretly watched the 97 Liners. Some took photos, filmed them briefly, and watched them with giggles.

Jungkook noticed and felt a little shy when he heard one of them murmur, “Don’t they look cute?”

Jennie watched the lamb skewers cook while Jungkook ended up gazing at her. She rested her elbow on the table as her fingers tangled in her curls. The way she would briefly check her phone, watch the lamb skewers cook with anticipation, and how she scrunched up her nose out of habit, he thought it was some of the most adorable things he had ever seen.

Feeling eyes on her, she decided to remove her hand from her hair, setting her arm down. She flashed him a sweet smile and silently commenced a staring contest until she burst out in laughter from another one of his derp faces.

Jungkook smiled and looked down, chuckling his own self.

“This better be good.” She warned.

“They will be, trust me.” He guaranteed. “You won’t be disappointed.”

“I blame Yoongi for your obsession with this. But at least I finally get to see what the hype is all about.” She grabbed a stick after it finished cooking and took a bite.

“Well?” Kook looked on in anticipation.

“Yo, this is bomb!” She took another bite.

“Yes!” He fist pumped. “Told you that you would like them.”

As they ate, he requested to take photos, to let Yoongi and ARMY know about her new fascination with Lamb Skewers. The first photo he took was of her smiling while looking down because he said that he still couldn’t believe she beat him in one of his favorite games.

‘She’s still laughing at the fact that she beat me in dodgeball today at school. I will not lose again. #JK’

The next photo he took was a selfie of them, as he put up the peace sign and she stuck her tongue out. He tweeted the photo, ‘Suga Hyung, she tried lamb skewers for the first time, and loved it! Got her hooked!’

Yoongi would reply a few moments later, ‘Welcome to the lamb side. Once you get in, there is no way out, smartie.’

Placing his phone down, he looked up, watching her as he noticed her nose occasionally twitching cutely like a hamster. It gave him the urge to want to kiss it. Unintentionally, he let out a soft chuckle which caused her to look up and smile.

“What?”

“You keep twitching your nose.”

“Oh.” She touched her nose. “It’s a habit. I don’t even know I’m doing it.” She laughed. Moments later, he noticed her nose twitch yet again.

“You did it again.” he teased, making her cover her nose.

“I don’t mean to! Stop staring, you’re embarrassing me.” She laughed. A few seconds later, she glanced at him as amusement was shown on his features. “Stop it!”

The Golden Maknae let out another laugh. “Can’t help it.”

As they continued to eat, Jungkook noticed how big her cheeks would get when she stuffed food in her mouth. It was official. He saw no difference. She resembled a cute hamster. No wonder ARMY had been commenting about that on their Twitter. Now he saw why.

“So, how is your English?” She went to her native tongue.

He looked shooked at her question. “Don’t want to talk about that.” He said with a sigh.

“What did you get on the English test?” She went back to Korean.

“Let’s not talk about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“When’s your next test?”

“I have a test from the basics to what we’re learning now.”

“Let’s work our way up then. When’s the test?”

“In a few days.”

“Jeon Jungkook.” She scolded as he grinned sheepishly. “I’m going to kill you. You should’ve told me earlier. I could’ve been helping you.”

“Sorry.”

“Forgiven.” She replied. She watched him go through his bookbag, take out his English study guide for the test, and hand it to her. “Let’s start with greetings. Greet me in English.”

“Hello, my name is Jungkook.”

She did a double take when she heard his voice go down an octave. “How the heck did your voice get so deep?” She stared at him, astonished. “Manly...”

“Manly?” He repeated with a grin.

“Your voice sounds so different when you speak in English. And your accent is thick.”

“You like?” He raised a brow.

“Eh heh heh~” She chuckled nervously, causing him to smile teasingly.

“Yeah. I do.” She admitted.

His bunny smile got wider. It made him feel good that she enjoyed hearing him speak in her language. And how she called his voice manly. He felt good about himself.

She looked back down at the paper. “It’s 9 AM. What do you say to someone during that time?”

“Good morning.”

“It’s 3 PM. How do you greet someone?”

“Good afternoon.”

“It’s 11 PM, how do you greet someone?”

“Good night.”

“Okay, I see you.” She praised, nodding in approval. “Let’s have a brief conversation in English. Good afternoon, Jungkook.”

“Good afternoon, Jennie. How are you?”

She had to admit, he sounded cute when he was trying to speak English. She would help with his pronunciation of the words so he could speak clearer as they spoke.

“I am great. How are you?” She responded.

“I am well.”

“What is the weather today?”

“It is sunny.”

“What season are we in?”

“It is spring.”

“Can you describe the weather? Rain? Clouds?”

“It is sunny with clouds. No rain.”

She nodded. “All right we’re getting there. Looks like you’re also learning about appearances and colors. So, how would you describe me in English?”

“Beautiful.”

She couldn’t fight the growing smile on her face. That was smooth.

She touched her hair, wanting him to describe the color. “Hair color.”

“Pretty.”

“Hahah, the color, Kookie. Color.”

“Brown.”

“Can you say it in a sentence?”

“You have pretty hair.”

“The color?”

“You have pretty brown hair.”

She giggled. “Thank you. What type of hair do I have?” She touched her hair again, fluffing her curls.

“Pretty hair.”

She placed her head down as he began to giggle. If he keeps this up, her face will begin to warm up at all these compliments.

He was straightforward with his answers. No hesitations, just genuine.

“Pretty curly hair.” He corrected himself as she lifted her head back up.

“What color is my skin?” She tapped her bare forearm before going back to look at the paper.

“Beautiful black skin.”

Stopping what she was doing, she slowly lifted her head, gazing at him, speechless. That statement hit her heart as she thought about those wanting her to bleach her skin, calling it dirty. She received so much crap about her colored skin, and to hear him call her skin beautiful with no hesitation, touched her.

“...Do you...” She spoke softly. “...really mean that?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “You...have beautiful skin. Not dirty. Do not listen to hate. Listen to love. Listen to BTS. Listen to ARMY. You are beautiful. No lie.” His English was still broken, he stumbled on the words, and not to mention his thick accent was still there but she caught what he was trying to tell her. “I thought this of you. Since we met.”

Her eyes began to water as she looked down, speaking back in Korean with a shaky voice after clearing her throat. “Gosh, these onions are really getting through my eyes, Kook.”

“But there are no onions around here,” he said in his native tongue.

She wiped her developing tears and sniffed. She didn’t want him to see her cry, but she was overwhelmed with happiness.

“I want to learn more English so I can talk to you in English.” He brought up.

“But we can speak in Korean together.” She sniffed softly and met his gaze.

“I know that but, you already know my language. I want to get to know your language so there won’t be any language barrier between us. I kind of envy those who can talk to you in your language. Like Namjoon Hyung. I want to be able to do that.”

He was so serious about this.

“And you will. Learning a language takes time and patience. You’ll get there, Kookie.” She smiled in reassurance.

“Okay.”

“All right, let’s get to the harder stuff for your upcoming test.”

When the bill came, Jen went to grab it and ended up placing her hand on Jungkook’s.

“I’ll pay.” He said.

“It’s cool, I want to.” She reassured.

Jungkook shook his head, starting to get stubborn. “I want to pay.”

“Kook, I never get to treat you. Come on. Let me pay.”

“No, I got this, it’s fine.”

“Kookie!” She whined.

“Jennie!” He whined back.

She let out a sigh. “How about this? We both pay half and half. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“But the next time I’ll treat you, got it? It’ll be a trend. Next time I’ll treat. Then you. Then we’ll pay half and half, then I’ll treat again and so on.”

“Not a bad idea.”

“Glad we could agree, my good friend.”

“Indeed milady.”

Soon after they paid, the fangirls finally began to speak, calling out their names and waving.

“Hi!” Jennie waved.

The girls were covering their faces with their hands, acting shy around them as they waved back.

“How was school?” One of them asked.

“It went well. My team beat Jungkook in dodgeball!” She happily announced.

“L-let’s not get cocky now.” He whined, causing the girls to giggle at him.

“Will you be on Running Man again?” Another fan asked.

“Yeah, I want to see the Golden Duo on Running Man again! It was so fun seeing you work together.”

“I’m down. Are you?” Jen turned to Jungkook.

“Why not?” He smiled.

“I hope they have a couples episode soon, so you two can go there together and beat everyone. It’ll be so fun to watch. They usually have those episodes and have a couples' tag game. I would love to see that happen soon.”

“If they want us, all they gotta do is ask. I would gladly go back to Running Man.” Jungkook added.

After some cute photos with the fans and a brief conversation on whether they were eating well and resting up, Jennie and Jungkook walked back to the dorm as the girls immediately tweeted their photos

‘Saw JenKook today! Just my luck! Jennie’s hair bounced when she walked, it was cute! And Jungkook is so hot! I’m crying!’

‘Spotted Jennie and Jungkook eating after school! Love the 97 Liners!’

‘Jennie is so nice! She looks small compared to Jungkook with his big muscles, it was cute! His muscles are getting bigger! It was a sight!’

‘Why are the BTS members so beautiful in person? They’re unreal!’

‘I wanted to ask Jennie if I could touch her hair but was too afraid she would say no. Her hair is so pretty, though!’

Back at the dorm, Jungkook took out his keys, placing one of them inside the door.

“Jungkook,” Jennie called out softly, placing her hand on his to stop him.

“Yeah?” He turned his head.

Placing a hand behind the back of his head, she stood up on her toes, pressing her soft lips against his forehead for a moment. His eyes widened at her sudden gesture as he felt his face heat up once she pulled away.

She smiled softly at him. “Thank you. For calling my skin beautiful. Your kind words always hit close to home.”

“Y-yeah, always. I meant every word. Don’t forget that.” He smiled shyly and opened the door, letting her go in first.

Later in the afternoon, Jennie and Jin were in the kitchen. She was in the mood for oatmeal because she saw the box in the cabinet. Jin offered to make it for her, so she sat at the dining room table, waiting patiently. She craved apple cinnamon oatmeal. It was one of her favorites to eat. Jin decided to make it from scratch, just for her.

Meanwhile, Jimin met up with Taehyung and Jungkook on his bed, having a big bag to show them.

“You sure that'll work?” Jungkook asked.

“Hobi Hyung fears everything, it’ll work.” Jimin giggled evilly and took out a live lobster. It was huge as the boys looked at it moved in awe, touching it experimentally.

Jungkook and Tae wanted a front row seat to Jimin’s prank. They had told Jennie about it and she told them that she didn’t want to be responsible for Hobi’s death via petrification, but she’d know if the prank went well if she heard him scream. She was rooting for a successful prank, supporting their evil antics.

Hobi was currently in the bathroom, showering after dance practice, and Jimin thought the perfect time to prank him was while he was in the bathroom. Slowly opening up the bathroom door with the lobster, alive, in his hand, Jimin tip toed in, undetected. Tae and Jungkook suppressed their giggles as they watched from the doorway.

This was going to be a good prank.

With Jin, he finished making the oatmeal and made two big bowls for her and himself. He sat next to her, handing her a spoon. They waited until it cooled down, before eating a spoonful.

“How is it?” He asked.

“Tastes just like home.” She took another bite. “And you made this from scratch? It’s so fresh, the apples are so sweet. I love it, thank you Jin!”

“Anytime, sweetie.” He felt proud of his work and enjoyed his cooking.

A piercing high pitched scream was heard from the bathroom, startling the oatmeal eaters.

“What in the world...?” Jin looked up as they heard loud thumping, crashing and rapid shuffling coming from the bathroom.

It sounded like Hobi was slipping and falling around in the tub and his screams got louder.

“JIMIN!” Another scream was heard from Hobi, over the Maknae Line’s laughter. “GET IT AWAY! GET IT AWAY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!”

“Yep. They done it now.” Jennie took another bite of her oatmeal, shaking her head.

“What the heck is going on in there!?” Jin shouted.

“Ah, he’s fine.”

Jin turned his head to her, widening his eyes. “He doesn’t sound fine!”

Hobi scrambled out of the bathroom, naked with suds in his hair as Jimin chased him with the lobster. Jungkook and Taehyung dropped to the floor with laughter.

Jennie looked up and turned her head at the worst time, getting a full view of Hobi’s bare ass.

“Oh, my God!” She screamed, covering her mouth in horror.

That image was not going away, anytime soon for her. She could not unsee this. She was glad it wasn’t the front.

“SHIELD YOUR EYES!” Jin yelled, pushing the back of her head down into her warm bowl of oatmeal. “There is a lady here! What are you guys doing!? Knock it off!” He shouted at the boys.

He heard Jen banging her hand on the table in submission and looked down in shock at what he was doing to her. He let go and laughed nervously when she slowly raised her head.

Her face and hair were covered in oatmeal while she stared at him with annoyance.

“S-sorry.” He grabbed a napkin and tried to clean her face but she snatched it from his hands.

Suddenly, she grabbed a handful of her oatmeal and shoved it in his face. Appalled, he grabbed a handful and shoved it in her face.

“Jin!”

“You hit me first!”

“You shoved my face in oatmeal, first!”

“I was trying to protect you from that horrid sight!”

“You know what?” She got up from her seat and he followed her movements. She aimed another handful of oatmeal at him but he ducked and it ended up smacking Namjoon in the face.

Gasping in shock, she covered her mouth, while Namjoon let out a sigh, and stood up, taking off his hoodie.

“Who did it?” He demanded.

Jin immediately pointed to her.

"It was an accident!” She laughed.

“Really, Nie Nie? Well, this wasn’t an accident.” Namjoon said as he hit her with a handful of oatmeal.

“Oh hell no.”

The three of them began to toss oatmeal all over each other, initiating a food fight as the dorm filled with laughter along with Hobi’s constant screaming.

“Grab her! Grab her!” Jin shouted as Namjoon grabbed a hold of her while Jin had another handful of oatmeal ready.

“No! No!” She tried to get out of his grip. Once she did, Jin accidentally smacked Namjoon in the face instead.

“YAH!” the leader shouted.

Jennie ended up giggling at their bickering and watched them throw food at each other.

Yoongi walked into the dorm, making one of his WTF faces when he saw the chaos occurring in the dorm. Jin, Jennie and Namjoon are covered in food, and Jungkook and Tae watch Hobi run around the dorm naked with Jimin chasing him with a lobster.

“Hey, Yoongi!” She waved.

“I don’t even wanna know.” He shook his head and walked into his room.

Namjoon wiped some oatmeal from Jen’s face. “You’re going to need a shower.”

“You’re telling me. Look at you.” She gestured.

The Maknae line walk to the dining room, wondering why they were covered in food.

“We had some business to take care of,” Jin revealed.

“Want a hug?” Jennie opened her arms wide.

“NO!” Jimin shouted, taking a big step back with the guys.

“Let’s get them.” Namjoon went after Jimin.

Jennie went after Tae while Jin went after Jungkook. They run around the dorm, attempting to grab ahold of them for a hug despite being covered in food.

“Why do I associate myself with them?” Yoongi grumbled as he went to fix the mess created in the bathroom.

Like Jen said before, every day is a new adventure living in a dorm filled with the Bangtan Boys.

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If You Love Me | pt.2

🌹Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part I 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹language, highly descriptive sex scenes, spit-play, neck area, ear area, mentions of marriage 🌹word count: 10,147 🌹After months of absence, Mark surprises you with a getaway trip to the Mediterranean, but his hidden agenda unveils a life-changing surprise that alters your relationship forever. 🌹Ya'll really got this to 20 notes 😭I really didn't expect it 'cuz I felt like the story was way longer and wasn't as well written as Butt-Naked at The MGM✨ (which ya'll have been running TF UP) I don't know what to say other than thank you. Writing Smut again has been therapeutic in a strange way. I will continue writing female-focused consensual and SAFE smut for K-pop h0es!!! Much love. 📢I will be taking a short break from my main boo, Mark Tuan (we're not breaking up I swear) Just have some other K-pop daddies I have been neglecting. If you are a fan of #KARD you might be seeing a BM fantasy coming soon. 👀

~ The Next Morning

You woke up to the warmth of bright sunlight hitting your face.

You had slept so soundly that you felt fully rested, instead of exhausted from being awake late the previous night. As you recalled the events of the night before, a sleepy smile appeared on your face. Memories of how your incredible prince treated you like a princess would satisfy anyone's needs, but your biggest gain was just that you got to spend some quality time with him. You reached out to the opposite side of the bed, hoping to touch the skin of your man, only to feel the crinkle of cold sheets in return. Mark was not in bed.

You immediately frowned, got out of bed, and pulled one of his shirts over your bare body. It was slightly too big for you but being engulfed in his smell after months of not being able to touch him, was utterly satisfying. Just as you stumbled out of the room and made your way down the stairs, the smell of hot, fresh breakfast filled your nose.

You walked to the kitchen and saw Mark's toned back facing you. You quietly inched closer behind him, hugged him by the waist, and poked your face to his side.

"Hey you," Mark greeted you with a grin.

"Hey," you smiled back.

"Good Morning," he turned to you and gave you a morning kiss. "Looks like I'm not the only one with a good pair of sneaky hands."

"Not sorry," you gave a devilish grin.

"Sit down, I just made us breakfast," Mark told you as he pulled the omelets off the skillet with a spatula and placed each delicately on their own plate.

"Thank you, Markie. You didn't have to do this." You said, sitting on the barstool stool at the island. "But since you made me stay up and took the energy out of me last night, I guess it's well deserved."

He sets a glass of orange juice in front of you.

"You're so dramatic," He chuckled.

"You mean super cute?" You asked through a pout.

Mark's adorable laugh filled the kitchen.

When the last plate was on the counter, you returned to your seat and gave him a cheeky smile. Mark barely resisted the urge to kiss right then and there as he covered his laughter with a quiet sigh.

"Now can we eat?"

"Of course, thank you, Mark. This looks amazing."

"No problem, love." He pulled his stool closer to the counter and sat next to you.

You both finished your breakfast quietly while playing footsie until Mark broke the silence.

"So, are you excited for the trip?" he smiled at you.

"Yeah, especially since I had no idea I was even going on a trip in the first place. Are you gonna give me any clues as to where we are going?" You said, playfully pouting your bottom lip.

"No, it's a surprise, remember? You just have to be patient. We leave the day after tomorrow, so start packing."

You smiled at him, satisfied with his answer. As he sat up, still chewing his last bite, you just stared, taking in everything about him. He had such a genuine personality and you loved it, so you continued, watching his concentrated expression. He finally looked at you, his intense gaze boring into you. The edges of his eyes crinkled as his lips stretched into a smile. God, he was beautiful.

"Now why do you keep staring at me like that?" He laughed.

"Like what?" You asked innocently.

Mark knew you well. His words only said 'stop,' but his eyes didn't match. He couldn't say no to you. He could deny it all he wanted, but you knew him too well to know that he liked it. Suddenly the atmosphere became tenser, and heat pooled in your stomach when you remembered how he looked down at you last night in the shower. Your eyes almost glossed over, and you immediately bit the corner of your lip.

"If you think that by staring at me like that you can convince me to do something, then you're wrong," he grabbed both plates and placed them in the sink.

"Mmhm, whatever, you love it," you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

Mark walked back over to you, his hands found your waist and pulled you close.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he got closer to you.

"I haven't got enough of you yet," he breathed before taking your lips into a slow and passionate kiss. His body pressed against yours, not leaving any room between you. Mark broke the kiss by nibbling your lower lip.

He slowly licked the path to your ear and whispered, "Tell me what you want..."

You cradled his head closer. "I want to know where the fuck you're taking me on vacation." You moved your hands away from his neck as you dashed up the stairs, giggling.

"Come back here!" He jokingly called from downstairs and a few seconds later, his footsteps could be heard bounding up the stairs. Before you knew it you felt Mark's arms wrap tightly around and lift you in the air.

"Shit!!"

You giggled as he threw you both on the bed, running his nose along your neck and collarbone.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going?"

Mark buried his face into your chest and spoke in a muffled voice, "Not telling," The vibration from his voice sent tickles into your body, causing Mark to look up and laugh.

"You're just too cute." He reached for your cheek, cupping it with his hand and gently brushing your skin.

You say "I'll be even cuter, after hearing where we're going." You wiggled your eyebrows.

Mark groaned. He could see that you weren't completely persuaded, so he slowly walked over to the nightstand next to your shared bed and opened its drawer. After an anxious few seconds of shuffling around, Mark pulled out a red envelope.

"What's that?" You asked as he walked towards you.

"Our flight info. That's all you're getting out of me. No more spoiling the surprise."

You carefully took the envelope from his grasp as Mark stood over you. You unfolded the tucked sheet of folded paper and navigated the text until you saw his name. You read the location aloud:

Destination: LAX - SKG

You paused as your brows furrowed in confusion. "SKG?"

"That's Greece," Mark whispered, his gaze switching between your eyes and lips.

"Mark! Ahhhhhh!!!" You yelped before launching onto him, almost sending him flying back. He looked up at you and let out a laugh. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You planted sloppy, wet kisses across his face before his hands slipped from under him and he fell back against the mattress with you.

"I'm glad you like the surprise." Mark looked up at you with a wide grin, showing off his pearly white teeth.

You blushed. "This is romantic, Markie."

You nuzzled your nose against his. He reached his hands up and interlaced his fingers with your own.

"Seven days, just the two of us, with a beautiful beach and breathtaking scenery."

"A whole week alone...? Mark...do you realize what you're saying? No cameras, no schedules?" You say sarcastically.

"I know. I'm just as excited as you are. There's no rush, we can take things as fast or as slow as we'd like to. We can sightsee and take pictures and eat tons of delicious food." Mark grinned.

You chuckled in response as Mark placed a kiss on your cheek.

"But honestly," Marks lifted his head and turned his eyes from you. "I don't care who sees us together." He stopped, blushing slightly, "I doubt any fans will see us in Greece, but even if they do, I want you by my side. Not ten feet behind me."

He reached up and stroked your cheek, slowly running his thumb against the dark tint of your skin.

"I'd love that, Mark." Your heart was beating fast, and you could feel your blood thumping through your veins. Your palms felt slightly clammy and a flush of warmth rushed to your cheeks. Mark's confession was adorable to you, even though it sounded like something a child would say, Mark did so in a way that could make you melt like gooey caramel. His words radiated sincerity and you couldn't contain the flutter in your stomach, let alone hide the stupidly happy expression on your face. After spending the morning curled up with Mark and marathoning a slew of series on Netflix, you both finally got a well-deserved nap.

The anticipation leading up to the trip to Greece had been building for days, and you were filled with a restless excitement that lasted throughout the entire sixteen-hour plane ride. As you landed in Thessaloniki, the view was truly breathtaking. You were immediately struck by the explosion of colors, mountains, and gorgeous buildings that surrounded the plane. Everything was so unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

You were able to pass through customs quickly, and the moment you stepped outside, the warm Mediterranean sun hit your face. You were greeted with a colorful array of sights, sounds, and smells. Mark was holding your hand, and you felt his grip tighten as you squeezed his hand in excitement.

"We're finally here," he said, smiling.

"Mark, this is incredible."

"Come on, let's get our luggage and go. We have a car waiting for us."

Mark led you to the luggage claim, and you quickly found your bags. He insisted on carrying them as the two of you made your way out of the airport. Outside, a driver was waiting for you, and he helped load your luggage into the trunk of the car. You and Mark climbed into the back seat, and the driver started the engine.

As your driver made her way to the property, you felt Mark's warm palm clasp perfectly with yours, like a puzzle piece. It was a small gesture, but it made you feel a sense of completeness that hadn't been felt in a long time. Mark drew a long, meaningful gaze into your eyes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. You felt your heart race as Mark leaned in, closed his eyes, and gently kissed your warm lips. It was a moment that you would never forget, and it was just the beginning of what would be an unforgettable trip.

As you pulled up to the house, you were in awe. You have found yourself far from the busy city of Thessaloniki, to the more intimate beach town of Ayía Triás. The beach house that Mark had rented was beautiful. Stucco walls coated a one-story tan house. An archway led you inside the entryway from the courtyard. A terrace filled with white wicker furniture had a glass cocktail table with a large umbrella for shade. Even better was the location. Although the house was directly on the beach, it provided seclusion and privacy that made the island feel as though it were the only place in the world. From where you were standing, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky.

"So, what do you think?" Mark asked with a big grin on his face.

"I can't believe this is where we are staying."

You were dumbfounded as the two of you made their way inside. This area of the house was decorated with bright modern colors, shades of teal and white reflected in the decoration and furniture. In the middle of the living room area was a large sectional couch facing the back terrace and a sparkling pool.

"My good friend's family owns the property, and they often rent it out to their friends and family," Mark said as he placed the suitcases next to the entryway. "Since we are visiting during a non-seasonal time of year, there was no issue with me renting it."

"It's gorgeous Mark." You wrapped your arms tightly around him, giggling with delight.

Mark slid his arms over your shoulders, bringing your body close to his and returning the embrace. He took the opportunity to whisper into your ear.

"There's so much I want to see with you here." He started with his eyes fixated on you, not even a second without glancing.

"Me too," You said in-between a yawn. "But we should get some rest after that long plane ride."

He nodded in agreement before yawning himself. "Let's check out the bedroom."

His fingers danced lightly across your shoulders as he gestured for you to lead the way. You walked across the glossy wood floor to a spacious master bedroom where you quickly dropped all of your heavy bags. You eyed the large, king-sized bed, adorned with a deep coffee frame and fluffy linen sheets. Mark was close behind and once you saw him enter the doorway, you immediately peeled off your jeans and shirt, exposing your lacy underwear set.

Mark stopped midway as his eye caught you stripping, and he watched you confidently discard your top and bra. He glanced at your body from behind. His stare was obvious, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Once you were bare, you carefully folded your clothes, and you neatly stacked them in a small pile beside your suitcase.

Mark appeared in your peripheral vision with his eyes gazing all over your beautiful caramel-colored skin. "We should take a nice, long shower, don't you think?"

You giggled softly as he placed his hands on your warm thighs, tracing small circles with the pad of his thumb. The warm pads of his fingers felt nice as he slipped his fingers slowly into the thin fabrics of your underwear and gave a firm squeeze to your bottom.

"Yes, we should. But I think you may be talking 'bout something else." You smirked and bopped his nose. "You know we're both too tired for that."

Mark groaned, sounding almost pouty, and pulled his fingers away.

"You really kill a guy's vibe sometimes." The mischievous glimmer in his eyes showed how much he loved teasing you.

You both took a shower before you jumped on the bed, stealing one of Mark's bigger shirts to wear to bed and tucking your hair inside your bonnet. As Mark stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, it hung past his hips, resting just below his v-line. Mark strolled over to his duffle bag, letting you eye his still-damp body glistening in the late afternoon light.

"Which side of the bed you want?"

Without taking your eyes off him, you moved to the side closest to the window and let your head fall back on the cloud-like pillow. His abs flexed as he bent over and searched through his bag for a new pair of boxers to wear. Just the way his muscles moved under his skin enticed you so much.

"Do you plan on staring for the rest of the night?" he chuckled.

"Maybe," You curled your body, letting the cover bounce off you with a quiet rustling. "Just admiring the view."

Mark threw the wet towel into the hamper before sliding into a pair of his Calvin's and turned off the light, leaving the room to glow orange in the evening light. Allowing yourself to melt into the mattress, the thick duvet and soft pillowcase cradled your head like a cloud. With Mark tucked warmly under the covers, you instinctively moved towards him until you felt his body heat coming from his pillow. Mark smiled in the dark and mirrored you, shifting to his side, tilting his head slightly down, and his chest grazed the skin between your shoulder blades.

"Thanks for going on this trip with me," Mark spoke lowly.

"Well, it's not like I had a choice", You joked. "You most definitely planned a whole trip without my knowledge."

Mark scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Stop pretending that you didn't enjoy the surprise."

"Of course I did," You smiled. "But next time, ask before you make a trip or whatever,"

"Okay fine, but then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore would it?" Mark said matter-of-factly. He leaned forward and planted his heart-shaped lips on your cheek. You swatted your hand in a half-hearted attempt to push him away before surrendering to his warm embrace. He brought his nose to the crook of your neck and started to place slow kisses on your flesh.

"But seriously, it means a lot that we're here together." He reached forward and caressed the skin on your arm.

You could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing under his skin as you drew your hand slowly up and down his arm, not a word came to you, so you shifted your gaze up to Mark, to see his heavy-lidded eyes studying you.

"There's no one else that I'd rather be with." You finally mustered up a whisper.

His hands found their way under the shirt, and Mark dragged his fingertips across your abdomen, feeling your warm soft skin against his palms. Mark teasingly tugged at the bottom hem of your shirt before his hands began to slide underneath it slowly.

"Baby.." a soft gasp escaped his lips. "No panties?" Mark stopped for a moment with widened eyes.

"Oops, Must've forgotten to slip it on." You said nonchalantly.

Mark ached against you through his clothes and groaned. "You're making it so hard to keep my hands off you..."

"And…why would you be stopping yourself?"

"I kinda want the next time to be a little more... special." Mark gave a gentle smirk. "Maybe after a nice dinner date on the beach or something," he whispers, planting another kiss on your neck.

You hummed in response to his soft lips against your skin, but you were also confused. What exactly was this 'surprise'? A romantic Mediterranean getaway on a hidden cove already sounded like the most special thing. It didn't make any sense, but a part of you felt giddy and flustered just thinking about it.

"Hmmm...okay," you said, playing along. You were already content, as Mark remained curled against you.

"Besides, It's not like I get many dates with my girl, right?"

"No, you're right." Your smile faded. You were painfully aware that Mark is an idol, and his relationships are heavily scrutinized, especially his dating life. Mark was fairly reserved, but you knew that his dating life was a topic that fans liked to dig into. You had witnessed firsthand how news about Mark would go viral within the Korean fan base and how the articles would get wilder as they evolved with speculation. Some of his fans were eager to paint any potential dating partner of Mark's as someone ready to take advantage of Mark's money or popularity. It hurt you sometimes to watch this unfold in front of you and Mark, but Mark didn't allow fans' speculation to faze him.

Mark squeezed the skin on your hips before speaking, his deep and sultry voice echoed through the room. "I’ll give you your next surprise tonight, then." Mark's warm voice returned you from your thoughts.

What?

You lay there and processed the thought until you felt Mark's long arms wrap around your torso and pull you snugly against his well-toned chest. You melted back into him as Mark nuzzled his chin atop your shoulder, pulling you into a loose, comfortable spoon. A sense of joy filled your heart and you were incredibly content with how your relationship was moving with Mark. You enjoyed his companionship and felt happy anytime he was close by.

"I love you." His voice was a whisper.

"I love you too."

Mark smiled against your hair and tightened his hold for a moment, then relaxed. The sound of waves lapping at the beach soothed you, and you closed your eyes, allowing the tiredness from traveling to take you.

After an hour or so of dozing off, you were awakened by the softness of Mark's lips on your cheek. "Wake up sleepy-head."

His voice was low, husky. You looked at the clock which read 4:45 pm. As your vision adjusted to the dim light, you propped yourself on your elbows, pushing the duvet off your shoulders, while blinking away the sleep from your eyes. Mark chuckled lightly to himself as he got up from the bed.

"Let's go into town and explore a little before our beach date later." He urged, playfully dragging you out of bed by your ankles.

"Can we nap a bit longer?" You smiled at him and patted the space next to you.

Mark groaned and resisted your tempting offer for snuggling. "If we fall back asleep, I'd rather it be during the sunset on the beach, cuddling."

A yawn left your body at the thought of lying lazily in Mark's arms until you heard Mark mention cuddling. It sounded great, and the idea of stretching in the sunset beckoned you.

"Sunset?" You mumbled. "...Fine."

Grudgingly, you pushed yourself out of bed and made your way into the bathroom, but not before stealing a quick kiss from Mark on the way. You freshened yourself up, fixed your hair, applied some makeup, and slipped into a sundress. When you stepped back into the bedroom, you realized that the sky was now a vibrant shade of orange.

As you peered outside the windows, you could see Mark standing in the courtyard, gazing up at the sky. He wore a pair of loose shorts and a loose white linen button-up with the top two buttons undone. There was something about seeing him in white that struck you differently. It made him look angelic, almost angel-like, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. He stood tall in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back, and you had a perfect view from the window in the hallway. You stood there for a few seconds, completely mesmerized. Mark eventually caught a glimpse of you in the reflection of the window and spun around with a big grin on his face. With a bright twinkle in his eye, he took a few long strides over to you, cradled your face, and kissed you passionately.

"You look so beautiful". His eyes were wide with wonder as he stared at you in the setting sky.

You blushed and pressed your cheek against his warm palms.

As Mark finished speaking, he looked down, removing his gaze from your face, seemingly searching for words. His gaze dropped down to your waist. Mark drew his hand away from your cheek and clutched the strap on the side of your dress. Mark traced the trim of your sundress with the pad of his thumb as you took a few steps forward. With one small step, you closed the distance between your bodies, feeling his heart beating in rhythm with yours as his toned muscles were pressed against your chest. The warm breeze blew through his hair as Mark's eyes met yours once more, taking your hand and squeezing it tightly. He started to turn away from you with a wide grin spreading across his cheeks, his bunny teeth peeking past his lips.

"Follow me," Mark said with a husky voice while leading you into the courtyard and outside the front of the house.

The air was warm, not too hot, as you both walked the stone road to your destination. The scents of fresh fish, cheeses, olives, and many more delicacies wafted through the air. Several charming shops seemed to beckon you. You passed by countless restaurants, bustling with energy and action. You both didn't know where to stop at first. All was so bright, beautiful, and new to you.

You and Mark did try many local delicacies, from bazali sigripeko- a roasted eggplant puree, krotzu- Greek pork belly, souvlaki- pork and/or chicken grilled on a skewer, melokoureto- a walnut and honey dessert, and horiatiki salad- a fresh, traditional Greek salad made with fresh vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, onion, bell pepper, and feta cheese topped with oregano, olive oil, and black pepper. Throughout the entire time you and Mark walked around, Mark never let go of your hand. Before you knew it, it was well past six o'clock, and the sun was beginning to set.

"Ready to watch the show?" Mark stared out at the sea, his face outlined by the glow of the setting sun.

"Let's go," You squeezed Mark's hand.

The two of you walked back out of town, back towards the intimate comfort of your rented villa. Together, you followed a cobblestone walkway carved into the back of the house and led down to the beach. Your breath hitched when the water came into sight as it glittered a brilliant gold in the evening light. The surface was still and you could almost see each grain of sand beneath the reflection.

As you both reached the last few cobblestones, you set your shoes aside. Mark let go of your hand and looked you in the eyes. His gaze was intense, unyielding, and sent your pulse racing.

"Don't get mad at me," Mark's gaze didn't falter, "But I'm gonna give you your surprise now."

"Another one??" You rolled your eyes, secretly enjoying the ongoing spoiling. "You spoiling me a lot, babe." Mark approached you and wrapped an arm around you, leading you down the next couple of steps towards the ground floor.

"All worth it," Mark reassured. "Close your eyes." Mark chuckled, playing the guide. You obeyed and covered your eyes with both hands. Mark placed a hand on your back, leading you down onto the soft, fine, and warm sands.

You giggled lightly at the contrast of the warm sand to your skin. It felt so different to you as you savored each texture under your feet as they dug into the sand with each step. You loved the sounds and how it felt to be walking on sand.

"Where are we going?" A cool sea breeze blew around Mark and yourself, kissing your bare shoulders as it gently sent your sundress ruffling against your skin. Mark gently nudged you to stand still in one area.

"Okay open your eyes," Mark removed your hands from over your eyes.

You opened your eyes to see the beautiful view in front of you: an elegant setting on the cove, with a bottle of champagne on the white-clothed table, along with candles all around. Mark had even decorated the area with strings of fairy lights that hung around the poles for privacy, illuminating the table underneath the orange sky. You covered your mouth.

"Surprised?" Mark chuckled, gently nudging you. You spun to face him with wide, sparkling eyes and threw yourself into Mark's chest, hugging him tightly.

"Mark... this is... so beautiful". Tears began to well in your eyes.

Mark chuckled again. His chest rumbled as he wrapped an arm around your back in a comfortable snug.

Mark cleared his throat, pulling your attention back. "Okay, okay, don't go crying on me yet". His smile never faded as his arm left your shoulders and then gestured towards the table, allowing you to take a closer look. You slowly made your way over with Mark following behind. A silver bucket filled halfway with ice held a bottle of wine. The label read Dom Perignon Rose Champagne Gold Label Rosé- a famous champagne from Champagne, France. Your hands cupped over your mouth.

"Mark.. How much was this bottle of wine..?? It's super expensive".

"Nah, the label alone is expensive but the wine is like... I'm not gonna tell you the price. Knowing you, You're gonna scold me even more".

You slapped Mark gently on his shoulders a few times for spoiling you as Mark caught your wrists in his hand. "Hey, we got to celebrate". Mark silenced your scolding by planting a kiss on the back of your palm. Mark motioned for you to take a seat, which you gladly obeyed. The sun began to sink further into the ocean, painting the sky with its final shades.

Mark popped open the bottle poured a glass of sparkling rosé liquid into the two crystal glasses and handed it over to you before seating himself next to you.

Mark chuckled "Okay before I do the toast, stop. Just stare at that sky over there first."

You lifted your head to where Mark was referring to. Your lips slightly parted as you stared, mesmerized by how it glimmered a bright orange color in the sunset. A golden sparkle came off of each wave that crashed on the shore as the salty winds whipped through the atmosphere.

"The sunset is pretty."

"Yeah. Sure is pretty" Mark stared at you intensely, "The prettiest sight ever." Mark gazed upon your face, glowing in the evening light as his eyes took in every inch of your beauty. His eyes danced around every feature of your face; your eyes, lips, your cheekbones. He stared intently at your beautiful pink lips with a gleam of want and neediness in his eye as you snapped back to Mark. You realized that he was gazing upon you instead of the sunset.

You took another sip of the champagne, its bubbles tickling your nose. "This feels like a fairy tale..." You continued, "I'm having such a wonderful time with you. Thank you for this."

Mark looked thoughtful. "Don't thank me yet." You scrunched your face at Mark.

"You mean.. there's something else? Mark- How much did you prep-"

"Shhh," Mark shushed you by gently placing two fingers over your lips as you giggled. You were met with silence as you looked at Mark. He smiled softly and tipped his wine glass against his lips. "Remember when we first met?"

You raised an eyebrow at Mark, confused as to where Mark was heading.

Mark continued. "Remember that time... when we talked for the first time. It was during Jackson's birthday party in LA. You went as a plus one to one of his friends."

Mark took a quick breath before continuing, "I couldn't keep my eyes off you..." His words were filled with admiration, as his hand traveled to yours, rubbing soothing circles as your heartbeat raced at Mark's next words.

"And after the party, Jackson introduced me to you for the first time, you said my name with such... shyness, I wanted you so badly." Mark blushed heavily at his confession and squeezed your hand. "I'll never forget the way you stared at me... your beautiful eyes..."

His eyes met yours as your mouth parted, taking in what Mark confessed. Mark squeezed your hand tighter with both hands before continuing. "After the party ended, Jackson left but not before giving me the chance to be alone with you." Mark smiled wider. "And I drove you back to your friend's apartment."

You started to put the pieces of this long story together and smiled. Mark smiled back shyly and took another gulp before setting down the glass, reaching to play with the cuff of his sleeve.

"That car ride...we were both awkward at first, but we made good conversation and I thought you were so charming and funny. The more I got to know you, the more I wanted to hold you, to touch you-" Mark smiled warmly before blushing even more. "But I held it all in." Mark finally spilled, releasing the breath that he was holding back from a rush of excitement.

His words made your heart melt at his words, causing a rush of adrenaline to shoot through your chest. You bit down on your bottom lip and glanced down.

Mark gently took your palm into his, bringing you back to look into his deep brown eyes. "I had to be patient until I made my girl." Mark spoke slowly with a meaningful stare. “But I haven't quite made you my girl yet, huh?" Mark gazed into the sky with his deep brown pools while tightening his grasp around your palm, leaving no space between the two of you, now sitting side by side.

Mark shuffled in his pocket, met your gaze, his gaze intense, with want and love behind his eyes. His face, contorted with shyness and vulnerability as he parted his lips and uttered, "Will you marry me?"

Mark flipped open the black box to reveal a beautiful sparkling gold ring, with your birthstone resting in the middle. The sunset caught the reflection of Mark's face in the ocean waves as Mark anxiously awaited your answer.

You covered your lips again as happy, sweet tears began to cascade your cheeks. With a tremble, you managed out,

"... yes, I will". Mark let out a deep breath he had been holding in as you cried tears of joy. Mark quickly stood and threw his arms over your shoulders. Mark rested his hand on the back of your head, embracing you tightly in a firm, warm hug as tears began to flow as well. He quickly peppered loving, soft kisses around your ear and jaw as you both sniffed and chuckled. Mark quickly and gently lifted you in the air, spinning your body around as your toes left the sand below your feet.

"I was worried for a sec," Mark whispers before resting his forehead against yours after gliding the ring on your finger. "I thought I wouldn't be able to get the words out. You still make me nervous." Mark closed his eyes and wrapped both his arms around the back of your waist while staring longingly and passionately at your face, relishing your features as tears cascaded your skin.

"You were amazing, I loved it!" You lifted your finger admiring your ring in the light. "And, Mark, my ring, it's so beautiful.. I can't believe you remembered my birthstone." Mark blushed at your flattering remarks, bashfully lowering his head as you began to caress his cheek. You placed your nose under his as he intertwined his arms under your arms. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you whispered, "Mark..." He felt goosebumps instantly all over his body as he savored the sound of his name leaving your mouth.

Click!

Mark quickly turned his head with a sharp jerk toward where he thought he heard a familiar sound. Mark quickly shielded your face with his palm as he heard the constant snapping of what sounded like several pictures being taken. The once peaceful beach setting was suddenly disrupted by the presence of strangers taking candid pictures. They hid behind bushes as the clicking of their cameras began to ring in Mark's ear like a relentless pest.

"Shit…" Mark exclaimed and wrapped his arms tightly around you. "Cameras...".

"Hey," You placed your hands on his chest. "Don't worry about them." You briefly glanced over Mark's shoulders.

"But, our proposal pictures are going to be online..." Mark sighed. "This isn't how I pictured this at all". Mark pressed his forehead to yours.

"Mark," You tilted his chin so that your gazes met and lifted yourself to reach his height by tip-toeing. You kissed his cheek and planted soft kisses around the crook of his ear. "Let them," You whispered into his ear softly. "The love of my life just asked me to be his wife. Nothing can ruin this."

You ran your fingers up his nape and teased Mark by leaning in closer to his face, planting a soft, teasing kiss in between Mark's puffed lips as both of your eyes slowly shut. Mark smirked against your lips and let out a soft hum before pressing his lips forward for a brief moment. "C'mere wifey."

Without a second thought, Mark bent down and lifted you with two firm hands supporting the backs of your thighs; the soft sea breeze softly ruffled Mark's hair as he carried your body effortlessly toward the water. You squealed excitedly as you felt the cool water creep up to your waist as Mark held you in the water. His arms pulled you close enough that you could feel his racing heartbeat. You wrapped your arms around Mark's neck.

"I can't believe we're getting married..."

You blushed while resting your head against Mark's neck and wrapping your legs around Mark's torso under the waves, causing his neck to tense underneath your lips. Mark smiled, looking upward with glossy eyes as he cherished the sounds of your giggles. Mark felt the tightness in his chest grow more evident as the sun faded below the horizon. Your fingers ran themselves through the back of Mark's hair as the moonlight shone around your silhouettes. You felt your fingertips slightly brushing against the back of Mark's neck in a feather-like motion while feeling his shoulders rise and fall. You both waded in the water for a while, watching the last rays of sunshine disappear over the horizon. The clicks of the cameras faded out, neither of you even noticing they were there anymore. Mark looked down at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the last beams of light that were left.

"So are you going to stare at me all night?" You teased him.

"I can stare at my fiance all I want," Mark whispered into your neck as he continued embracing you, sending shivers down your spine. "Especially when she's this beautiful." Hearing the word 'fiance' coming out of his lips felt so surreal, and it left your heart hammering in your chest. Mark's words were accompanied by kisses trailing up your neck, tickling your cheek, and finally reaching the corner of your mouth, causing you to gasp. He pressed his mouth onto yours, kissing you deeply, pulling you as close to him as possible. His touch was no longer shy or hesitant but it became daring and confident. He kissed you gently, but passionately as if savoring the kiss. When you felt his tongue graze your lower lip, you parted your lips to invite him in. Your own eagerness stunned you.

You pulled away, flustered. A soft whimper of disappointment escaped your lips. It felt like you couldn't control your actions. He was slowly losing control too, and that was the thought driving you wild. You searched his eyes for confirmation and were greeted with a smile and a nod. You brushed your fingers across his face, tracing the outline of his jaw. Your body pressed flush against his. It was Mark's turn to moan now. The sound escaped him in a sexy husky whisper. "You're really pushing it, babe."

You felt him shift under you, tightening the hold on your body, as his hands slid further up your thighs in the water. Your own hands found his nape, allowing Mark to easily take control of the kiss. Your breath hitched for a second when his mouth began to descend across your cheek, to your neck again, placing heated, wet kisses behind your ear.

With Mark's arms snaked around your waist, he lifts you effortlessly out of the water and carries you back to the villa, away from prying eyes and the cool breeze of the beach, and back into the warmth of the house. You wrapped your legs around his waist, afraid to slip down. Mark's lips never left your neck and you buried your hands in his hair, drinking in his scent. He closed the distance between the beach and the front door quickly, holding you with one arm and gently pushing the door with his free hand. Clumsily he turned the doorknob and pressed on the wood with his shoulder. As soon as you were inside, the kiss grew hungry and eager. Mark slammed the door with his back, barely managing to keep you steady with one arm.

You both burst into the bedroom, still locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Mark lowers you onto the bed and pulls back slowly, breaking your kiss. You moan softly into his mouth at the sudden separation. With your breath quickened you scan your fiancé's face and take note of the fire in his eyes as he takes in your disheveled appearance. He wants you, that much is obvious, but this was different.

"Baby?" You breathed. "You okay?"

He looked at you with such reverence and then took a few breaths in and out before speaking. "I love you so much." His gaze meets yours as he places his index finger under your chin and strokes your cheek with his thumb, holding his hand in the place where it previously resided, before he breaks out in a breathtaking grin. "And now that you're finally my fiance, I can't stop thinking about making absolute love to you." His voice drops an octave and you swear you see his irises darken, before they slide up and down your body, stopping briefly at certain points to commit to memory. He crawls over you to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing your body against his.

"I don't wanna just fuck you tonight," You shivered at his breath against your sensitive ear. "Tonight, I'm gonna love on every part of you," Your toes curled at his words, as you clung to his shirt for support. His words are warm and you feel a gush of wetness spread across your already soaking underwear.

"I'm not gonna stop until you tell me to."

You shuddered.

Mark gently places his other hand against your cheek and draws closer until the warmth of his soft lips were mere inches away. He traced kisses down your jawline before pressing his mouth firmly against your lips. He was thorough and sensual, but there was also a hint of something deeper. It took a moment before it clicked - hunger, ravenous hunger.

"It was so hard looking at you in this dress," Mark said huskily, brushing his lips on your shoulder. "I almost didn't wanna leave the house after seeing you in it." Mark pushed your shoulder strap off your shoulders while eyeing you lustfully, holding your gaze.

"Take it off me then."

Mark complied without missing a beat; his soft fingers slowly pulled them down your shoulders, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched.

His mouth opened slightly while admiring what was in front of his eyes. His gaze was focused on your breasts while he bit his lip; the sight was enough to get you hot and bothered.

You laid there, on the bed, wearing nothing more than your panties, as his gaze devoured every part of you. His eyes settled for the moment on your breasts. The wide smirk on his face was apparent. He pressed himself down and buried his face between your chest and taking a moment to inhale the scent.

He couldn't control himself. The smell was so intoxicating that Mark attacked the underside of your breasts, trailing kisses across their sensitive flesh until his hot mouth reached your already hardened nubs and took them into his mouth one at a time. Your nipples were between his soft, wet lips, and every second spent pleasuring them got more intense by the minute.

His right hand reached for the other mound and gave it a light squeeze before taking it into his hand.

"Mmm...Mark..." you whimpered softly at his actions.

You writhe beneath him as your hips unconsciously thrust upwards, seeking some sort of contact. Mark gave one final kiss to the underside of each breast, leaving your hardened nubs swollen and coated with a sheen of saliva before turning back to your face. He hovered above you while holding himself up by his hands so his body wouldn't put all its weight down on you. He ran the tip of his tongue across his upper lip while savoring the look in your eyes - lust and need.

"Mm. Mm. Mm." He smirked, shaking his head a bit as he continued holding eye contact with you.

"Tease..." You glared, pursing your lips before you ran one of your fingers down his clothed chest, tracing the toned stomach that his thin white button- up did nothing to conceal.

He smiled lovingly at your reaction before removing his shirt by slowly inching it up his abdomen and pulling it over his head without breaking eye contact once during the entire process. You glanced downwards once it was discarded to one side. Mark lowered his hips down and pressed his toned body against you, placing one elbow on the mattress to support his weight.

"I haven't even started teasing you yet." He leaned into your ear, sending goosebumps down your neck. Mark shifted until his erection pressed against your heated core, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, inhaling sharply and clutching at Mark's bicep. His lips found yours for a passionate kiss while simultaneously grinding himself against your clothed center.

You moaned softly while throwing your arms around his backside, pulling him closer. The friction was almost unbearable; all this teasing made you feel as though you might explode.

Mark released your bottom lip and proceeded downwards while pressing butterfly kisses against every available patch of skin he could get a hold of. His soft lips traveled across your throat leaving a trail of fire burning everywhere they touched. You threw your head back onto the pillows as soon as they left. Your fingers dug deeply into the mattress with clenched fists.

His hand dipped underneath the thin fabric to cup your heated center. You instinctively bucked your hips upwards into Mark's hand as he brushed his fingers across your hot folds. You moaned softly, turning your face sideways as he pressed two fingers deeper into your sopping opening and began tracing circular patterns across your slit. Mark parted your slick lips with deft, slender fingers and pushed further until it was at the entrance to your tight core.

His index and middle fingers teasing your aching passage were driving you mad; a bit more than he already did with how sexy he looked. You leaned forward, trying to sink his fingers into your yearning core, only to have Mark remove his hand immediately and deny you further pleasure. He chuckled lightly.

"Not yet."

You whined, as his hand went up your side, up to your jawline. Mark grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced your mouth open just enough for his tongue to enter. Mark dominated you easily with the way his tongue worked its way around yours. It was just like a dance that he knew by heart. As the kiss grew heavier, and more passionate by the minute, you felt his bulging hard-on throb in the confines of his pants, pressing against your leg, needing to be touched. Mark growled into your mouth as his hands traveled all over your body until they stopped at the thin, delicate band that sat on your waist.

"I wonder...just how wet you are for me." His hands circled around and hooked their way around the thin piece of fabric that separated your wet pussy from his bare hand and pulled, tearing it right off you before tossing it on the floor behind him with a smirk.

Your hands gripped Mark's muscular arms as your nails dug into the skin of his forearms, leaving marks behind in their wake.

Mark took advantage of the new freedom and pushed your legs apart and found your wetness once more. This time however, Mark plunged his middle and ring fingers inside, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure escaping your mouth which was muffled by another searing kiss. You threw back your head against the pillows in response as Mark quickly moved his hand back and forth to increase stimulation while hitting the most sensitive points possible. His fingers drove you closer to your climax with each thrust before he removed them.

"Ah!" You cried out at his retreat, disappointed when his warmth was absent. You lifted your head off the sheets to see his face grinning evilly, his body looming over yours as he brought both soaked digits close enough for his tongue to brush against the tips. Mark pushed both fingers between his lips and slowly, sensually lapped up your juices in slow circular motions while maintaining eye contact with you until he was finished. You heard the clink of his belt being unbuckled, then he kicked his pants off and your eyes grew wide at what was in front of your eyes.

He took hold of your thighs and spread your legs, completely exposing you before his erection came into view, hanging over you. Mark traced his length, gripping it gently and gave a few, teasing strokes from the base to the tip until his cock glistened. Mark smiled smugly after noticing your face was flushed and eyes widened in anticipation. Mark stroked the tip against your folds, parting them and got some pleasure from the friction and he teased your entrance with slow, slow strokes. He knew how it turned you on. You bit on your lower lip to stop yourself from moaning, and Mark couldn't hold himself back. You whimpered again when Mark continued sliding up and down, over and over, without inserting it once, eliciting whines of frustration coming out of his fiancé's mouth as you looked at Mark through hooded eyes. Your expression gave way to desperation and want as you couldn't bear the ache any longer.

You thrashed wildly trying to get him to slip. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Mark please..."

He could tell, and Mark had mercy on you, pressing harder on your entrance and using his thumb to rub on the bundle of nerves that stood erect above you, making your body tremble.

Without warning, he slid inside, inch by inch slowly filling your walls and stretching them out till every little space had been stuffed with his length and you gripped him tightly, resulting in him letting out a gasp that turned into a deep, feral groan when he felt how tight you were around him. Mark watched carefully at his actions, trying to savor each moment of how his manhood disappeared into your core, seeing the juices squirting out whenever he pulled out slightly. His pace increased drastically the instant he sensed a familiar warmth coursing through every vein.

"Fuckkkkk," Mark exclaimed through gritted teeth after he was fully enveloped within your heat until you could feel his tip kissing at the entrance of your cervix. Once you were full and stretched open wide, you lay on the bed completely blissed out while you ached from the sudden intrusion. "Damn…babe" Mark said with labored breaths before his face buried itself on top of your neck so that both sides of it were smothered into your skin as he whispered, "Do you know…how much it drives me crazy…hearing those sounds you make?" His breath made you shudder, causing vibrations through his shaft.

"M-Mark...I.." You whimpered softly as his shaft grazed the delicate bundle of nerves on the way out and Mark dug his nails deeper into the smooth skin of your hips before slowly drilling all of his shaft back into you until he was hilt deep. Your legs were lifted over the crook of his arms and held in place against Mark's broad shoulders to provide more leverage while Mark continued thrusting you deeply. He bent his head down until his warm breath tingled against your skin and nibbled at the delicate skin of your collarbone between pants. Mark closed his eyes tightly every time you gripped tightly onto him. Your walls clung around him like he didn't have to withdraw. You continued clinging on tightly, relishing how big and delicious Mark was. It felt so amazing and breathtaking, that you couldn't control yourself anymore and you pulled him in closer by wrapping an arm around the nape of his neck. You pressed your face into the crook of his, your breath hot and fast on his skin.

"You feel so amazing, baby," He panted. "I don't know if I can keep going this slow…You feel too fucking good, " He grunted before breaking into another groan after thrusting roughly into your slick entrance. You held each other with one arm and clawed at Mark's muscular arm while your head pressed further into the crook of his neck, both savoring the feeling. Your other hand squeezed Mark's tight, muscular back as if he could go even further, while your legs stayed in place over his shoulders. Mark hissed when he felt your nails claw at his back which only made him snap his hip and start pounding into you ruthlessly, causing you to yelp with every thrust. A sense of fulfillment overwhelmed you as if your body had finally been deprived of what it desired for months and it felt as though his thick rod was enough to push you over the edge already.

Mark noticed your rapid breathing as his lips continued ghosting the sensitive skin behind your ears and his thrusts grew faster, much faster. His pace had become unstoppable. A new wave of adrenaline seemed to have taken over. He leaned in close and started suckling on the tip of your right nipple before taking the entire nub between his teeth while his large hand palmed your left mound. Your back arched off the bed once Mark's wet tongue grazed against the hardened nub and the new wave of pleasure washed over you; each bite, every touch seemed to cause you to gasp from immense pleasure.

Your body was on the verge of overcoming your senses and you dug your fingernails deeper, leaving a long trail of red marks down the muscular flesh of his back.

"M-Mark-" were all the words you could bring yourself to form before a string of moans and whimpers left your parted lips.

Mark closed his eyes tightly after he felt you tighten and grip onto him like never before and you instinctively rolled your hips slightly upwards, meeting Mark with every thrust.

He bucked his hip and continued pounding into you vigorously. Mark kissed down your neck until his plump lips reached the lower section of your jawline, suckling on it greedily until you cried out loud; each suck only caused Mark to moan loudly every time he felt the walls around his shaft pulsed along with your heartbeat while he continued pistoning into you and hitting deep inside you.

"Baby..." You begged. "Can we switch positions?" Your voice barely came out as more than a whimper. You wanted him closer. Mark responded with a chuckle that came out shakily, just like his arms. He was feeling weak. His rhythmic thrusting came to a halt and he pulled out slowly, earning a long sigh of regret coming from your lips while you witnessed a single strand of his hot seed leaked out and dripped onto the bed after he withdrew completely.

"Anything you want."

With Mark's aid, you turned onto your stomach and propped yourself up on both elbows before he placed both hands on your hips and pulled you into a kneeling position with your perked backside facing him. He guided you, holding onto your hips, lifting them to just the right height. Mark placed a single hand at the small of your back before delivering a string of kisses along your spine, causing your upper body to relax against the mattress. Mark moved closer until both of his knees brushed against the smooth skin of your inner thigh. Your hot center and swollen nubs pressed against the cool silk sheets, while you panted for breath after taking a few seconds to inhale a mouthful of oxygen. Your heart began racing wildly inside your chest when you realized that Mark Tuan stood right behind your naked body and had complete control over your well-being. With his right hand pressed down gently at the center of your back, Mark started rocking his hip slowly back and forth, forcing each thick inch through your tightened walls until his hilt met your dripping entrance. Mark groaned, the walls of your sex instantly clenched around him as they tried to accommodate his size which was not an easy task. You whimpered underneath him while fisting handfuls of silk sheets after you felt Mark's frame leaning down so that both sides of the crook of your neck and shoulders were covered with his warm lips.

"Look at you..." He squeezed and palmed one side of your ass which caused you to grip tightly onto his throbbing shaft once Mark hit a particular spot which felt as though electricity was shooting throughout your body every time the head of his dick rubbed against it. He pressed deeper and buried himself fully within your tight sheath while tracing circles along the ridges of your folds with his thumb before resting it on your swollen clit. Sounds of wet slaps filled the room. The sound mixed with Mark's heavy and breathy breathing drove you to the brink of losing yourself, completely letting go of all common sense while you trembled below. His balls slapped against your sex each time he delivered a thrust, causing you to gasp every time Mark pounded his length deeply inside with vigor.

"This is how I've always wanted to fuck my future wife," Mark pressed his shaft deeper, hitting your core perfectly. "Nice...and slow...and deep." He let out another loud and sharp growl of satisfaction after he had started rolling and swirling his hip at a constant rhythm until his thrusting became more desperate. Almost instinctively, your hips started to buck back eagerly against him as soon as you heard him groan loudly, panting while he squeezed your ass a little tighter between his fingertips before sliding a hand around to the front, gliding his palm past your dripping slit. Mark started slowly massaging the bud between his fingers which caused an unbearable wave of ecstasy to wash over your entire being like a hurricane.

"Oh god..." You clenched around his length when his shaft throbbed.

"Bounce that ass on me." You placed both forearms firmly on the mattress and lifted your ass off the bed. Mark withdrew slightly. After taking the necessary breaths, you began bobbing up and down onto Mark which only pushed him over the edge while his fingers clutched tighter onto one side of your hips and his teeth sank down painfully onto your left shoulder, trying to hold back from reaching his climax.

Mark groaned as he couldn't stop himself anymore, you knew the look. You felt him reaching climax which wasn't long after. The tension increased and increased every second as Mark fucked harder until your muscles shook uncontrollably and you sobbed at his soft pounding. Your walls clenched tight around Mark which caused him to inhale deeply before thrusting hard one last time and the room quickly filled with screams as you cried out loud each other's names in unison. His warm seed gushed inside you and his entire body went rigid, giving another sharp and deep thrust until there was not an inch missing. His warmth filled you and flowed inside, deep to the point where you were aching. He continued filling and spurting until it started oozing down the back of your inner thigh. Mark was coming a lot, and that felt amazing. Your mind was going blank every passing minute while your hips shook before his load trickled down your slit and dripped onto the bed around from where Mark remained sheathed inside you.

A stream of warm cum followed his shaft every time he tried to remove it and his breathing was erratic as Mark tried catching his breath. His arms wrapped around your midsection tightly before Mark collapsed next to you, chest heaving and sweat glistening from head to toe as Mark's panting was completely unstoppable while your limp body laid sprawled out completely blissed out underneath him before a smirk tugged at the corner of his plump lips at the sight. Mark laughed breathlessly and pulled himself up slightly until his weight pressed on top of you.

"Wow." He murmured while kissing the nape of your neck while pulling out and rolling over to lie on the mattress next to your exhausted self. "That was...wow." Mark continued trailing small kisses down your vertebra which sent goosebumps down your spine while you struggled to sit up which resulted in more streams of his seed still slowly seeping from between your legs.

"Baby-" You moaned with heavy breaths escaping through parted lips while Mark ran both hands down from the small of your back along the slick skin until he rested them against your thighs and pulled both legs over to straddle his hips.

"Shhh..." He whispered teasingly. "Let's get you cleaned up, Mrs. Tuan."

With that, your fiance swiftly lifted you up and carried you bridal style toward the bathroom.

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