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justmochi · 1 year

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jeju, four

pairing :: rosie x dino

word count :: 2.9k

synopsis :: rosie and dino try cleaning up before dinner

warnings :: 🔞 SMUT! 🔞 MINORS DNI

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taglist :: @cafemilk-tea @cixrosie @moonlight-additions @cosmicwintr @astraw-astro @ateezjuliet @succulentmom

The boy looked back behind him, already at their hotel door with the card in his hand while watching Rosie dragging her feet in the hallway. He chuckled, swiping the card until hearing it unlock and holding the door open for her.

“It’s so hot.” She sighed, her head thrown back when entering the room. She continued on until her knees hit the edge of the mattress, face planting onto the bed.

He carefully pulled the strings of her backpack off her arms, setting it on the desk before sitting next to her. He took his cold water bottle, putting it against her back and hearing her squeal. Chan laughed as she pushed herself over onto her back.

Rosie wasn’t one to hike, especially in hot weather. Maybe it would have been more tolerable if it was a bit cooler outside. She still thought it was cute how he offered to carry her on his back, and she took him up on it until the hills they walked down became more steep.

“What time is it?” Rosie asked him. He quickly pulled out his phone, relaying the time for her.

“We have two hours til our reservation.” She sighed, shutting her eyes and letting her body go limp. “Why did we choose hiking before a fancy dinner?”

“It was your idea, Jagi.” He snickered, falling back against the bed with his hands resting on his stomach.

“A stupid idea.” She wiped her forehead, still feeling her hair sticking to her face from sweating. “We should shower before dinner.”

“You can go first.” He nudged her arm.

“It’s alright, you can go first.” She turned her head towards him with one eye open. “I just wanna rest my body for a second.”

“But you won’t have any hot water left if I go first.”

“Chan, this is a five star hotel. I’m sure they have plenty of hot water.”

He totally forgot they weren’t at the dorms anymore. And this was a top rated resort. He pursed his lips, knowing she had a good point.

Rosie turned on her side, holding herself up with her elbows before kissing his cheek. “So adorable. Now go shower.”

He frowned as his hand reached over to squeeze her shoulder. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, leaning in to peck his lips and motioning him towards the bathroom. He pushed himself off the mattress, untucking his shirt from his pants and unbuttoning it. Rosie laid flat on the bed again, closing her eyes and taking in the air conditioning she missed dearly today.

She heard him crack the bathroom door and eventually turn on the shower head. She swore she could fall asleep again.

Suddenly she started cursing herself and whining. She slapped herself across the cheek, covering her face with her hands. “Why did I do that?”

She felt stupid. The whole point of this vacation was to experiment with their relationship. They finally had the opportunity to be alone together and she felt she could have been doing more.

She was having a battle with herself, wondering if Chan would be uncomfortable if she just joined him all of a sudden. She’d be lying if she didn’t find him attractive from being all sweaty earlier in the day.

All the reasons against the idea pointed back to the same response. He wouldn’t do that. And she was sure of it. They knew and trusted each other that much. He was always honest with her no matter the situation.

“Don’t be a coward.” She worked up the courage, making her way to stand outside the bathroom door. She knocked on the door, secretly hoping he wouldn’t hear her to avoid the embarrassing thoughts she was having.

She pursed her lips as he called out to her. “I’m coming in.” He thought nothing of it, assuming she was coming in to get something she forgot.

She slapped herself across the cheek again, quickly taking off her clothes and pushing the door open. Despite the door being cracked, the mirrors were fogged up already so she didn’t have the chance to look at herself and completely wimp out.

She opened the sliding door, slipping into the shower with him. He looked back at her, quite shocked to see that she was stripped down in the shower with him.

“Rosie?” His once slicked back hair fell in front of his eyes, water dripping down the strands and blocking his vision. He brushed his hair away from his eyes, blinking rapidly to get a good look at her.

Her arms wrapped around her chest, attempting to hide her body while moving under the source of the water.

“I thought you wanted to rest?” He struggled to maintain eye contact with her, desperately wanting to look at her bare body that she was trying to hide.

“Well, I thought this would be nicer.” She chuckled nervously, finally getting her hair wet as he moved aside. “The hotel may have unlimited hot water, but there’s nothing wrong with saving it.”

Chan flattened his lips, holding himself back from

laughing. He watched as she brushed her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes as she let the water hit her face.

“Did you wash your hair yet?”

He nodded, unable to contain the gummy smile on his face. “Let’s do yours.”

She reached for her shampoo, Chan quickly taking it from her hands and squeezing some onto his palms. She giggled as he began to lather it into her hair, noticing all the bubbles on top of her head. It was oddly relaxing feeling him massage her head.

She held onto his waist, feeling him tap her shoulder as a sign to rinse off. She slightly shifted, closing her eyes as he helped get all the product out of her hair.

Once he was done, she rubbed her eyes making sure there was no water entering. He was already squeezing the conditioner onto his hand and applying it to the ends of her.

“You’re so beautiful.” He cupped her cheek, leaning down to kiss her lips.

“You’re pretty handsome yourself.” She raised her eyebrows, winking at him before grabbing their body wash.

She rubbed it across his chest, making sure to clean his arms and collarbones well. She let him under the shower head, washing off his body while looking content as ever.

He pushed her hair back before both of his hands rested on her shoulders. All they could do was admire each other in this atmosphere. It only made everything make more sense. Their feelings became more evident. In all the years they knew each other, it all led to this.

Chan lathered up the body wash in

his hands, carefully massaging her shoulders which had knots from earlier in the day. Rosie turned around, letting his hands smooth over her back. He drew hearts on her skin before softly kissing the base of her neck.

He made sure not to miss any spot, especially her breasts. When she felt his hands cup her chest, she couldn’t hide the redness rushing to her cheeks. She didn’t know why she was getting so shy when this is what they came here to do.

Facing him again, Rosie rinsed her body off before doing the same to her hair. She just let the water trickle down her face, not bothering ringing it out. Maybe it could hide her blushing. He separated her hair, making way for her eyes. She could barely keep them open as the water dripped from her eyelashes.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer so they both fit under the shower head together. He pulled her into a hug, swaying the two back and forth.

“I love you.” Rosie uttered against his chest, her heart swelling at just how much this trip meant to them.

“I love you too.” He smiled, hands resting at the small of her back.

She wiped her eyes again before reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck, pecking him on the lips. It wasn’t long before the realization hit her, feeling his hard cock against her thigh. Her fingers found themselves at the base of his neck, deepening their kiss.

“Are we going to talk about that?” She whispered, snickering as her hand slid down his body and landed on his member. His breath hitched in his throat, abdomen tightening as he looked down towards her.

“I didn’t expect you to come in here-“

“Do you want me to leave?” She pouted her lips, turning to leave until he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back against his body.

“Of course not. I love that you're in here with me.” He held her cheek, his other kneading circles on her hip.

“Well of course you do.” Rosie was smug, gripping onto his cock with a wink.

He turned his body, trying his best to hide himself as he stood against the wall. She laughed, putting her hands on his shoulders to cheer him up. “How come you’re getting shy now?”

“I’m not.”

“You totally are!” She hugged him from behind, pressing her cheek to his back. “Don’t hide from me now.”

When he didn’t respond to her, she took it upon herself to stroke his cock. She tried to not get hit by the shower head as she continued her motions.

“Turn around, babe.” She pouted, kissing his shoulder. When he finally did, she smiled while pressing her chest against his.

“Much better.”

“You’re killing me right now.” Chan threw his head back, shutting his eyes and focusing on her hand around his cock. “Can I touch you?”

She nodded, pumping him a few more times before he backed her against the other side of the shower wall. He took both of her hands, intertwining their fingers together as he kissed her passionately. His tongue slipped past her lips as he pinned her hands above her head. He then left fleeting kisses all over her neck and chest, letting go of her hands when making his way further down her body.

He got on his knees, sucking spots on her hips a little too hard so that there would be bruises formed in a couple of hours. Chan looked up at her one last time before lifting her thigh and putting it over his shoulder. She spread her legs just a bit more until feeling his tongue on her clit, making her shut her eyes and moan. It echoed off the bathroom walls, causing Chan to smirk against her.

She brushed his hair back, biting her lip just from him tracing circles around her clit. Her other hand that was holding on tight to his shoulder eventually moved up to squeeze her own breast. It drove her crazy when he looked up at her, searching for signs that he was doing okay.

He wrapped one of his arms around her thighs, using the other to tease her entrance. Her thighs trembled as he carefully inserted a finger in her.

“Does this feel good?” His eyes were hopeful, but also uncertain. He always wanted to make sure that she was comfortable when being intimate like this.

She nodded her head, playing with his ear before giggling to herself. “Keep doing that.”

His thumb toyed with her clit as his finger softy fucked in and out of her. He pressed kisses to the insides of her thighs, Rosie voicing her pleasure with a whine that was so hot to Chan.

Her chest heaved, the knots growing tighter in her stomach with each second. She threw her head back against the wall, knees buckling from underneath her as it knocked her to her senses. She nearly slipped and if it wasn’t for Chan catching her, she would have fallen and broken some bones in her body.

“Shit.” She snorted, holding onto his shoulders as she laughed hysterically.

“Are you okay?” He held her face, furrowing his eyebrows as he started freaking out.

“I’m fine. Are you?”

He stood up straight, helping her keep her balance too before turning the water off. “Let’s finish this on the bed, okay?”

“Alright,” She sighed until he picked her up, chuckling as he wrapped her legs around his waist and took her to the bed.

He placed her down, Rosie pushing her wet air away so it wasn’t touching her neck. Wrapping her arms around his neck, his hands held himself up before leaning down to kiss her.

“I guess you’re not up for it in the shower anymore?” She asked him flirtatiously, turning her head and kissing his forearm.

“I’d rather my girlfriend be in one piece than with a broken neck.”

She snorted, covering her mouth as she laughed. “Awe, how romantic.”

“Just wanna be safe.” He kissed her cheek, pushing himself off the bed and finding the opened condoms in his luggage. He worked on sliding the rubber down his length, while Rosie worked up the courage to ask him a question.

Chan climbed back onto the bed, hovering over her and kissing her forehead. She hiked her leg around his waist, clasping her hands around his neck. “Chan?”

“Hmm?” He hummed as he pressed his lips to her cheek and then her neck. He couldn’t find himself separated from her skin for even just a second.

“Can I try getting on top?” Rosie whispered, blowing air into her cheeks as she was too embarrassed to even ask.

“You wanna get on top?” He thought of the position in his head, blushing once he imagined her riding him. She nodded, surprised when he sat beside her with his back against the headboard. She rolled off her back, Chan helping her leg over his lap and letting her get comfy. She grabbed his face between her hands, kissing him deeply as her hand circled his abs.

She elevated herself a bit with the power of her knees, grabbing hold of his cock and carefully aligning it with her entrance. He rubbed up and down on her arm, watching her with worried eyes.

“Take your time. No need to rush.” He knew her so well that he didn’t want her to hurry into things and risk hurting herself. Rosie nodded while thanking him. One hand gripped tightly to his shoulder as she lowered herself down onto his length, exhaling slowly before she was finally taking all of him.

His muscles tightened, feeling her walls squeeze against his length and looking up to check in on her. “You okay?”

She nodded, forcing a smile before kissing him deeply. It eased her nerves a little bit, using her knees to push herself up and down on him slowly. He gripped onto her hips, helping her so she didn’t have to do all the work.

“You feel so good.” He moaned, leaning to press needy kisses to her jaw. “You’re doing amazing.”

“Yeah?” She met his gaze, getting the hang of grinding down on him. After robbing herself of her own climax, she was especially close.

Rosie grabbed his hand, squeezing it before placing it on her breast. He didn’t hesitate to press his fingertips into the softness of her skin.

His other hand traveled up her body before resting behind her neck, leaving kisses along her cheek and jawline.

“Chan, I need you to do something.” She threw her head back, relishing the feeling of his lips on her neck.

“What do you need? Tell me.” He suddenly bucked his hips up into her, a moan filling the room before she slapped her hand against her mouth.

She guided his hand down to her clit, Chan taking the lead and rubbing circles around with his finger.

She muffled her moans with the palm of her hand, the discomfort not being a problem anymore as she rolled her hips against his.

Her orgasm soon ripped through her entire body, ,falling forward against his chest as her knees buckled and suppressing her whines into his shoulder.

He brushed her hair to the side to kiss her neck, slouching down against the bed and rutting up into her. He helped ride out her high, while he was building up to his.

His head hit the pillow, biting down on his lip as he pushed into her a couple more times before releasing into the condom.

He took a minute to catch his breath, panting into her damp hair that still smelled like that of roses. Once he was stable, he carefully held onto her shoulders and distanced themselves. She truly looked fucked out. Maybe it was the position.

“Are you okay?” He raised his eyebrows, stroking her cheek when she started snickering.

“I’m amazing. What about you?” Rosie answered him, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“Great. I especially like the view.” He smirked, kissing the center of her chest before his hands rested on her waist.

She pressed her hands on his chest, using him as help for her weak knees to climb off of him. She soon collapsed on the vacant spot next to him, sighing loudly as she melted into the mattress.

“Should we clean up again?” Chan smiled as she turned her head over to him with one eye open. She shook her head.

“So we can do everything all over again? As much as I’d love to, I think one round is all I can take right now.”

“That’s understandable,” He grabbed the loose sheet, throwing it over her body and tucking her in. He shifted his body, looking at the clock on the nightstand and pursing his lips at the time. “Uhh, so are we still going out for dinner?”

She furrowed her brows, groaning into the pillow. “A nap sounds really appetizing right now.”

From the hiking to all of the events that unfolded the second they got back to their hotel room, they were bound to be sore and tired. A dinner reservation was out of the picture.

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chadillacboseman · 1 month

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Trying to decide how to handle the Nighthaven split for Notch. Since OBVIOUSLY Ace chose to stay with them, that would not only hurt her deeply, but would also piss her off royally.

My ramblings are below more for myself than anyone else lol

I had always planned for them to meet and have a standoff, which ends with Notch holding a knife to his neck, and him smiling and saying he missed her.

Notch truly being about to kill him when Kali shoots her and Ace panics, but gets drug away. Called weak for not simply killing her in the first place.

Notch wakes up in the infirmary pissed as hell, obviously.

She has no idea that Ace stays because Kali has threatened her life if he doesn't. She fully believes he's just being an egotistical prick (not entirely off brand for him tbh).

In the wake of that encounter, Doc and Notch get closer bc she's trying to heal up, and he wants to make sure she doesn't do anything reckless. She gets placed with Wolfguard when she's back to 100%, and starts taking missions alongside them.

Closeness with Doc persists until one late night he finally kisses her. Knows he can't replace Ace, and tells her as much, but says he'd like to try.

Kali has ears to the ground, so she tells Ace. He doesn't believe her until she shows him footage (idk I assume she has the place, like, bugged whatever) and he's absolutely broken by it.

The next time they encounter each other, Notch sees Ace and takes off after him before Doc can stop her. Ace refuses to fight back as she's just (Frank Costanza voice) RAINING BLOWS UPON HIM. She's pissed, telling him to stop being a coward and fight, but he can't bring himself to do it.

Doc is trying to get to them, and Ace makes an offhand comment about how she'll be safer with him anyway, and she realizes he knows and that she may have misjudged the situation.

Doc finds them and Ace takes off to retreat, leaving poor Notch with more questions and a weight on her conscience :(

Doc knows something is up, because she's distant after the encounter. He finally confronts her and she tells him she's conflicted, unsure of what to do or how to feel. Doc admits he was always upset that Ace got to her first and begs for a chance to make her forget about him.

(insert angst ridden fucking that does NOT make her feel any better)

Alone in her quarters later that night, she texts Ace on a whim (knowing he hasn't answered her texts since the split). To her utter shock he answers and asks to meet her.

SIKE it's Kali there and she's like "you have distracted my operator enough" and SHOOTS her ass. Notch is coherent enough to dial Doc before she passes out.

Doc is obviously very hurt by the fact that immediately after fucking him, she wanted to meet Ace, but he bites his tongue because of her brush with death. LION of all people is the one to come to her like 'he really does care about you, like, a LOT and this is making him sloppy in the field. I hate the guy but he's not covering our asses like he should be. In fact, I hate both of you, good day. Au revoir etc etc"

Notch tells herself that Ace made a choice (he didn't really have one), and that she has to let him go for good. Plus, she's yanking Doc around and he's having a very French meltdown over it apparently.

So, she comes to terms with letting him go and apologizes to Doc, telling him she's willing to give him a chance.

Kali moves another piece on her chessboard of evil.

That's all I have thank u for listening.

#r6 oc #oc notch #r6 notch #siege ocs #im rambling ignore me

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hwxnghyynjin · 2 years

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Nightmares

Pairing: jacob bae x kevin moon Genre: fbi agent!au, angst Warnings: horror themes (gore, injury detail, blood, nightmares, mention of medication), attempted suicide Words: 3,659 Taglist: @jeonwonhi @jasminexox

Continuation of Catch Me If You Can

Jacob was waiting in the room above, looking through the window to see y/n and Changmin being strapped to a chair, people getting ready with the lethal injection. They attached a needle to their arms, which had a tube attached to the machine which had the lethal injection in. Jacob noticed both of y/n and Changmin showed no signs of fear or regret, they were both… smiling?

After everything was ready, one of the workers gave a signal for the injection to go ahead. The person in the other room (who Jacob assumed was the person in charge) pressed a red button, which started the machine.

A blueish colour travelled through the tubes and into their arms, going straight into their veins. They both started gasping as it began to work, y/n coughing while Changmin tried thrashing around but it was no use since he was strapped down.

A few minutes later and they were both pronounced dead. Jacob couldn’t hide his smile as he left the room, walking down a corridor, heading towards a set of doors. He opened the doors, not looking back as he headed towards his car. He got in his car and put the key in the ignition, driving off immediately. He never felt so happy over a case being over.

It’s been a few days since the case was closed and Jacob has taken some time off from work, which was instructed by Dongwook. He visited Kevin at his home, checking on him. He was surprised to see him up and walking, despite being stabbed in the leg. Seeing Jacob’s confusion, Kevin’s words to that were, “I’m stronger than I look, you know”, making the both of them laugh.

Jacob was driving back home, the radio quietly playing through the speakers. He was just driving with a slight smile on his face, glad that his best friend is recovering. The smile that was on his face soon faded though, the sound of someone’s voice in his ear.

“Jacob”

The voice started out as a whisper, and one voice became two, and then became three. The voices got louder, making it really hard to concentrate on driving, so he drove into a lay by one the side of the road. The voices wouldn’t stop, Jacob covering his ears. It was then he recognised the voices: they belonged to his deceased ex wife, y/n and Changmin.

He started hitting his head, wanting the voices to shut up, but they wouldn’t. He screamed, tears welling up in his eyes as it was becoming unbearable. “Please, shut up, you’re not real”, he cried, the tears stinging his eyes as angry tears streamed down his cheeks.

Jacob suddenly felt breathing behind him, making him freeze in his seat. He took off his seatbelt and slowly turned around in his seat. He gasped at what he saw: it was his deceased ex wife, Lisa. She was pale, hair a mess and eyes bloodshot.

“Cobie, why did you leave me?”, his nickname left her lips, making him feel sick to his stomach. Suddenly, her throat got sliced open, blood trickling down her neck as she gargled, gasping for breath. Jacob screamed, throwing the car door open and leaping out of it. His body fell to the ground, crawling away from the car.

“You’re not real!”, he screamed as he scrunched his eyes shut, covering his ears with his hands as he crawled up into a ball. The voices of y/n and changmin screamed at him, calling him a coward and to get his life together. They were right by his ear, loudly whispering to him now.

He could feel a presence getting closer to him, his sobbing getting louder and more erratic. “Go away, you’re in my head, please”, he pleaded, his voice hurting from shouting. A hand touched his arm, making his scream at the top of his voice, trying to get away from the thing that touched him.

“Hey, hey, it’s me”, the familiar voice said, calming Jacob down. He looked up and saw Dongwook, making Jacob confused on how and why he’s there. “I was just driving by and I saw your car by the side of the road, and I figured something was wrong, and I’m glad I listened to my gut”, he said, helping Jacob up.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”, Dongwook asked, his voice rather gentle. Jacob was going to tell him what happened but stopped himself, not wanting to burden him with his ‘problem’. So he thought of an excuse.

“It’s fine, it’s probably just to do with me being stressed and exhausted”, he said, Dongwook not fully convinced but he didn’t push him any further. “Ok, just call me if you ever need to talk, don’t shut people out”, and he walked back to his car, driving off.

Jacob took a deep breath and got back in his car, continuing his drive home. He turned up the radio, trying to block out everything. Luckily it worked and he managed to drive the rest of the way home safely.

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Jacob laid in bed, under the covers as he stared up at the ceiling. He was exhausted but at the same time, he didn’t want to fall asleep, afraid he was going to see his dead ex wife again. He fought his eyes to stay open, a battle that he was sadly losing. His eyes ended up closing on their own, drifting off to sleep.

Jacob looked through the window and saw y/n and Changmin, strapped to a chair, ready for the death penalty. Everything seemed normal at first, the staff preparing the injection to give to the two in front of them. Everything suddenly changed when y/n somehow got free and grabbed the person nearest to her, and slammed his face into the wall, killing him instantly. Everyone started panicking, running around to try and stop the manic woman.

Unfortunately, y/n managed to get Changmin free and they started killing everyone around them. Jacob just froze in his spot, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, y/n and Changmin both looked at Jacob through the window, smirking up at him. The room below was a mess: dead bodies everywhere, blood splattered all over the walls. It was a bloodbath.

Jacob turned around and ran out of the room, wanting to get far away from them as possible. He ran for what seemed like hours, his feet hurting. The surroundings around him suddenly changed, the corridor he was once in disappeared. He was in complete darkness, unable to see anything in front of him. A light suddenly appeared ahead of him in the distance, a doorway of some sort. He didn’t stop running, wanting to reach the light, but it seemed to be getting further away.

“Just keep running, don’t stop”, he whispered to himself, gasping for air. His legs felt like they were going to give up on him, his limbs burning. A force started pulling him backwards, his feet skidding along the floor. He tried his hardest to get away, but it was no use. His vision went black, the last thing he heard was the sound of his ex wife’s screams.

Jacob woke up with a loud scream, his entire body covered in sweat. His breathing was erratic, trying to catch his breath. He grabbed his chest, trying to calm down. He scrunched his eyes shut, taking deep breaths. His breathing managed to go back to normal after a few minutes, the nightmare knocking him for six.

He wiped his sweat covered face with his t-shirt before getting up. He walked out of his bedroom and made his way towards the kitchen. Any trace of Lisa is out of the house, all the pictures of the two together are gone and all of the belongings have been thrown out. A part of him still loves her but he knows that he needs to forget about her. But how? She was literally murdered.

He entered the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, downing the water in one go. He put the glass down on the counter, rubbing his face with his hand. He stood there for a few minutes, just staring into space, thinking about the nightmare he had. Was it his mind playing tricks on him? The case was the hardest one he had after all.

Suddenly there was loud knocking on his front door, startling him. He made his way to the front door, looking through the peephole. Kevin? What was he doing here this late? Or early, he’s not sure what time it is at this point. He opened the door and took a proper look at Kevin. His hair a mess, his eyes puffy, which he assumed Kevin had been crying. He had dark bags under his eyes from what he assumed was from lack of sleep.

“Kevin? What are you doing here? You live, like, 15 minutes away”, Jacob said, confused as to why the younger boy was here. Kevin caught his breath, as if he ran a marathon before he arrived on Jacob’s doorstep.

“C-can I come in?”Kevin stuttered, his eyes welling up with tears. Jacob didn’t even hesitate as he moved aside to let Kevin in, closing the door behind him. They both went into the living room and sat down next to each other, Kevin nervously playing with his fingers, something he usually does when he’s anxious.

“You want to tell me why you’re here at this time? What happened?”Jacob said, his voice gentle and soft, not wanting to make him even more anxious than Kevin already was. Kevin took a moment before he responded, taking a deep breath.

“I had a nightmare about that day, and it really scared me. It’s not the first nightmare I’ve had, but this one really scared me. As soon as I woke up from the nightmare, I didn’t even scream. I was too scared to do anything. I didn’t even bother waking my parents up, I left the house right away and ran all the way here”, Kevin explained, Jacob listening carefully.

Kevin was on the cold concrete floor, trying to crawl away from the two psychopathic killers. He felt himself being grabbed by his ankles, his body being dragged along the floor. He screamed for help, but unfortunately there was no one around to help or save him.

“Shut up, bitch, no one is going to save you so there’s no point in screaming”, Changmin snarled, digging his nails into Kevin’s ankles. He threw Kevin onto his back, looking down at his face. His face was filled with terror, tears streaming down his face.

“You’re supposed to be an fbi agent, not a fucking wimp. Get a grip”, y/n said, walking up to Kevin and grabbing his hair, making him yell. She picked him up by his hair, making him face her. “You know, you have such a pretty face. This is the first time that I don’t want to hurt someone. That’s not like me, is it? Unfortunately, I have to get over that feeling”, y/n fake cried, earning an eye roll from Kevin.

“y/n, if you don’t hurry up, I’ll do it myself”, Changmin rolled his eyes at y/n’s behaviour, earning a hush from her. She continued to take her time, dragging her knife across Kevin’s face, him wincing every now and then as she dug the blade into his skin.

Suddenly, Kevin was ripped out of y/n’s grip and thrown onto the floor, Changming climbing on top of him. A knife was stabbed in his side, a scream leaving him. One stab became two, and then three, and so on. Kevin’s body became lifeless, blood surrounding his body.

“One agent down, one more to go”

“And then after that, I woke up”, Kevin finished telling Jacob his nightmare, tears rolling down his cheeks. Jacob felt empathetic for him, wanting to make all of this go away from him but unfortunately he couldn’t.

“Do you want to stay here tonight? I had a nightmare too and I don’t want to be alone right now. You can use my phone to message your parents to tell them where you are”, Jacob suggested and Kevin smiled, glad that he’s got a friend like Jacob.

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Over the next month or so, both Jacob and Kevin have been talking to a therapist to help them with their issues. Jacob also got prescribed medication to help with the voices in his head and hallucinations, as well as to help with his sleeping.

The medication seemed to be working well for Kevin but, unfortunately for Jacob, the medication worked in the beginning but now they aren’t working very well for him. The hallucinations and voices started getting worse, the nightmares got more frequent, and his sleeping pattern has become fucked up because of that.

One particular evening, Jacob was sitting on the couch, drinking a beer (he knows he shouldn’t, but he didn’t really care at this point). He was just staring at nothing in particular, lost in his own thoughts, which were all negative.

“What’s the point of living if it’s not going to get better?” “you really are a coward, aren’t you?” “just end it all, that’s the only way the hallucinations and voices and nightmares are going to stop” “grow the fuck up, Jacob” “it should have been you that died, not Lisa”

He downed the rest of his beer and put the bottle on the table in front of him. He stood up and walked towards the stairs, until he heard a voice and froze. No, not again, please, he thought to himself as he prepared for another episode of hallucinations.

He turned around and expected to see his deceased wife, but instead, he saw y/n and Changmin. Their faces pale and their eyes sunken into their sockets. They both had a needle sticking out of their arm, fluid being injected into them. Jacob immediately ran away as soon as he saw them, running up the stairs.

“You’re not real!”, he screamed, almost tripping up the stairs. He was about to head into his room until he saw Lisa standing in front of him, trying to talk but struggling as blood was trickling down from where her throat was sliced open. He was screaming through his tears at this point, his mind going into overdrive as it wouldn’t shut up.

The voices started out as talking, but now it’s just constant yelling and shouting, making him cover his ears as he ran past his deceased wife and locked himself in his room. “Shut up!”, he pleaded, wanting all this to end. He locked his eyes on his bedside table, looking at the medication on it.

He walked towards them, grabbing all the medication from the bedside table. He popped a load of pills, putting them in his mouth and took a gulp of water from the water bottle from the table. His stomach started hurting after a few minutes, and he also found himself drifting into unconsciousness. The last thing he heard before everything went black was the sound of someone shouting his name.

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“We’re losing him”

“Keep resuscitating him”

“No pulse”

“Come on kid, don’t you die on me”

“Still no pulse”

Kevin had been sitting in the waiting room for over an hour, along with Jacob’s parents and Dongwook. The moment Jacob wasn’t answering his phone, they knew something was wrong. Along with the neighbours complaining about hearing screaming coming from inside Jacob’s house, they got the call from the police that Jacob needed medical attention.

They were all waiting for the news, hoping it was good news and they managed to save him. But from the amount of pills he took, he was hard to tell. They were all feeling really anxious having to wait for someone, they just wanted to know he was ok.

Kevin was crying silently on the ground, staring at his hands as he picked away at his fingernails. He suddenly felt someone sitting beside him, looking up and seeing Jacob’s mum. Her eyes were bloodshot and lips quivering. They didn’t exchange words but words weren’t needed right now. Without thinking, Jacob’s mum brought Kevin into a hug, wrapping his arms around her as he cried into her.

A few minutes went by, and a nurse walked into the waiting room. Everyone stood up immediately, waiting for the nurse to tell them the news. The nurse just looked at them for a moment, not saying anything. They were getting frustrated but they didn’t want to lash out at the nurse so they just waited for her to talk.

“From the amount of pills he took, he’s lucky someone got to him in time because, any longer, he would have been dead. He’s resting at the moment but you guys can go see him now”, the nurse said and everyone took a breath of relief, glad that he’s still alive.

Jacob’s parents were the first ones to see Jacob, going into his room to see him lying on the hospital bed. Wires hooked up to him, the monitor beeping by his bed. His mum broke down once she saw him, her husband comforting her.

They both waited by his bed, waiting for him to wake up. His mum held his hand, rubbing her thumb over it. She didn’t let go of his hand, even when he woke up. The moment he woke up, he tried lifting his arm up, only to find out that someone was holding his hand. He saw both his parents sitting by his bed, and that’s when he started crying.

“Mom, I’m so sorry”, Jacob cried to his mum, his vision becoming blurry from the tears. His mum shushed him, holding his face in her hands. His dad patted his shoulder gently, something he always did when Jacob was younger, that was his way of saying ‘it’s ok’.

The three of them spoke for a while, Jacob telling them what happened prior to the incident. He mentioned that the medication he was taking did help him in the beginning, but then they stopped working, making the voices and hallucinations worse, making him lose sleep because of that and the nightmares too.

Both of his parents agreed that Jacob needs a different medication, something he should tell the doctors and nurses about. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, all three of them looking at the door to see Kevin poking his head in. As soon as he saw Jacob, he got emotional again.

He walked in with Dongwook, both of them glad to see the boy was awake. Jacob’s parents bid their goodbyes as they left the room, Kevin and Dongwook sitting in the seats his parents were previously sitting in.

They both looked at Jacob, the only source of sound in the room being the beeping from the monitor. Dongwook was the first to speak up.

“So, was this also to do with being stressed and exhausted? Or do you want to tell me the real reason what’s going on?”, Dongwook said, sounding rather annoyed but also worried at the same time. Jacob doesn’t blame him though, he didn’t tell him what happened that day but now he regrets it.

“I’ve been having hallucinations and hearing voices, as well as having nightmares. I keep seeing my dead ex wife, and hearing her voice. I also keep hearing y/n and Changmin’s voices too. It started with the voices and hallucinations, and then the nightmares started. I spoke to a therapist and got prescribed medication to help with them. It did work at first but then, it just gradually got worse. I got negative thoughts going round my head, telling me to end it all and that I’m a coward. I just wanted it all to go away”, Jacob explained, feeling himself about to start crying but stopped himself.

Both Kevin and Dongwook had the same thought as Jacob’s parents and agreed that he needs his medication changed to something stronger, something that will work long term. A doctor suddenly walked in, holding a clipboard.

“Ok Mr.Bae, we just got to run a few more tests, just to be sure there’s nothing damaged internally. Regarding the medication, you’ll need to talk to your local doctor about that and they’ll prescribe you with a different medication for you”, the doctor explained. A part of Jacob was relieved and happy that he was going to get new medication, but the other part of him was worried because, what if the new medication doesn’t work? Then again, he’d rather the new medication make him very tired.

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It’s been a couple of months since the incident, and Jacob managed to get his medication changed. He’s finally starting to get better with the new medication and everyone can see the improvement. The voices and hallucinations have reduced, as well as his nightmares. His sleeping has improved a lot, and he also returned back to work.

His relationship with his parents has gotten better too, spending more time with them and making dinner for them when they’re too tired. Whenever there’s a new case to solve, he doesn’t get obsessed like he was with the y/n and Changmin case. His bills have also been paid too, which he is really happy with, now he doesn’t have to worry about money anymore.

His whole life is now back on track, less worries on his mind and a positive mindset. Yeah, he may still have the odd bad episode, but they’re not as bad as they used to be. He doesn’t shut himself away, he talks to people instead of isolating himself. He’s really happy to be back to normal and continue working as an fbi agent, and helping other people.

#jacob imagines #jacob scenarios #jacob angst #jacob au #jacob x reader #jacob #kevin imagines #kevin scenarios #kevin angst #kevin au #kevin x reader #kevin #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz angst #the boyz au #the boyz x reader #the boyz

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iputthediscoindiscourse · 1 year

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So because men want to fuck you now and because they “buy you food and other trinkets” you became a tradfem? I guess your mom’s grooming did work after all! I’m sure you guys can bond over that.This whole thing is so embarrassing and not because you’re “bi now” but because you have two very contradicting ideas trying to make them into one, you also clearly enjoy being objectified by men which is why people are calling you pathetic. “I just want to be a stay at home wife” yeah which you’re probably gonna settle down for a moid because “it’s easier to get men” right? Even tho you know how disgusting men are you still choose to be with them how is that not the most heterosexual behaviour? You should have just kept on living your life and kept it quiet 😂

Just like I said before you are a wuss and a coward saying this as an anon and you need a shitton of help to actually be a fully functioning member of society!!

So because men want to fuck you now and because they “buy you food and other trinkets” you became a tradfem?

First off, I never said anything about men wanting to fuck me in that response? You are literally sexualizing me which is making yourself look bad bro. Why do you assume that men do stuff for me and I swing that way? Like if you really want to know what made me go that way was studying Sharia(Islamic Law) and Halakha (Jewish Law) both in academia and with friends, made me realize that the religious culture I grew up in was fucked and that had no protections for women, and that there was a possibility of actually being religious and still having a loving partner and family life. Along with that, when I went off to college it was the first time in my life I actually met men that actually loved their wives and their children, they are actually excellent fathers, husbands and community members and it made me realize how fucked I grew up was. Like growing up, all of the men didn't really love their wives or their children at all and they boggled everyone done instead of helping them!! Like actually seeing people in love and having happy lives with marriage and child rearing is what made me go that way!! Like knowing the I can actually have a happy fulfilling relationship along with creating a family full of love laughter and happiness made me go this way!! Also I only let one man buy me trinkets cause of my trauma the rest of my fwbs and dates just buy me food lmao.

I guess your mom’s grooming did work after all! I’m sure you guys can bond over that.

You know my mother would throw a riot if she knew my dating history and knew I covered my hair right? Like she wanted me to marry a white Christian man, and not just any white Christian man but one that was similar to her religiously. Which I have never dated a Christian guy, I mostly date either non-religious, Jewish or Muslim guys. On top of that, I have dated a lot of Indian dudes along with Black guys and Pakistani dudes. Once in a blue moon do I date a white man anymore tbh. Also haven't talked to my mother in over 18 months and I don't plan to anytime soon tbh.

This whole thing is so embarrassing and not because you’re “bi now” but because you have two very contradicting ideas trying to make them into one, you also clearly enjoy being objectified by men which is why people are calling you pathetic.

Tradfem and Radfem are not that polar opposite that you make it out to be both modern (last twenty years ish) have been trying to answer the same question which is how to improve the conditions for women and people of the female sex. For radfems, they want to destroy the current order of things and build it from the ground up. While tradfems want to keep some of the natural order of things but tweak it here and there to benefit women. Like no offense but your views on tradfems are very bias and seem somewhat corrupted by what men want you to define them as lmao. Where did I say I like being objectified by men? Cause like if a man only sees me as a sex toy I cut him off instantly so like lol. If I am pathetic then I wonder what you are for sending such weird messages to me.

“I just want to be a stay at home wife” yeah which you’re probably gonna settle down for a moid because “it’s easier to get men” right?

love the wording here it make me laugh a little lol. Honestly if I met a woman who was my type and we could be compatible I am not opposed to marrying her tbh. Like I don't settle with it comes to my partners, there is a reason none of my relationships hit the six month mark and that is because I realize I deserve better and leave. Like I am not going to settle, I am not going to make the mistakes of my mother tbh.

Even tho you know how disgusting men are you still choose to be with them how is that not the most heterosexual behaviour?

Men as a class as disgusting, but some individual men are good and honestly I wouldn't mind settling down with one if I find what I want. You know there is more heterosexual men than wlws right? so the probability of me marrying a man is higher than me marrying a women. So like, I am just being brutally honest by the fact I am more likely to marry a man than a woman.

Also nice to know you are british based on how you spell behavior.

You should have just kept on living your life and kept it quiet 😂

I mean what is the fun in being quiet, sometimes starting a riot is fun. Besides as I said numerous times, we need many different people in this world or else she is boring.

#gabe.txt #answered #anon #hate messages #dating

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riverstardis · 1 year

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the golden hours:

the archers theme tune always takes me back to being in the car on a wednesday evening on the way to my ballet associates class. fun fact🤷🏽‍♀️

wait… so the woman crashed because she was trying to shut her baby up so she could hear the radio and then a woman just walks up and steals the baby out of the car????

ohh the teenage frequent flyer matt who everyone knows and cal has beef with because everyone likes him or something. like he’s jealous of a terminally ill child for some reason?? and then matt gets him back with the naked calendar thing

lmaoo cal asks who’s the vip and noel shows him the newspaper article about him raising a load of money and louise is like “where’ve you been? sometimes it’s like you live in your own little world” sjskdkf

lmaoo after cal’s seen matt ethan asks how he is and cal’s like “he’s hell bent on jumping out of an aeroplane with a broken collarbone” and ethan’s like “woah woah woah hang on, i’ve seen that look before, and it’s not even because i’ve stolen one of your toys” “just cause he’s got cancer, doesn’t mean he has to be superman” “surely not, you’re not jealous?” “what of a kid with less than 18 months to live?” “well you know what they say, life is measured in achievements, not time” “put that on one of his t-shirts” skskfkjfkf he’s definitely jealous

i miss louise and noel :((

sjskdkfk them all signing up for the “ed uncovered” calendar. even lily.

connie asks lily what she’ll be wearing and she holds up an anatomy book SJKDKFJF

cal is eventually convinced to sign up. doesn’t want to seem like a coward i guess

sjskkf cal stripping off and matt hands him a mask for cover

and lofty pulls back the separator between hdc and small resus and the rest of the staff are all standing there throwing things and taking pictures AHAHAHAH

he puts his towel back on immediately and matt says it was lofty’s idea and the others said he wouldn’t mind

shskfkf zoe goes and sticks a tenner in his towel and robyn’s like “a tenner? it’s only cal!”😭😭😭

and ethan’s like “ah lofty thank you so much i think i’m gonna make that my christmas card” SJSKFK😭😭😭

“well it’s got the baubles at least” HELPSJDKFK NOT THE BAUBLES😭😭😭😭😭 robyn goes “ewwww” so true robyn

aww matt asking lily to stay with him during his ct scan because it gives him the creeps

the dad being like how did you not recognise him to dixie when she’d seen the abducted baby but like… he’s a baby??? all babies look the same????

cal tells matt that his cancer has spread and matt calls him out like “i don’t need pity from someone like you. only cal, drifting through life, too cool for school, you’re a waste of space. i bet you’ve never really wanted anything have you? you’re what? early 30s and still a registrar? in a year dr lily will be wiping the floor with you.”

jesus christ charlie. he finds louis injecting heroin again and takes him to see the addict who died in there earlier and yells at him, while looking incredibly constipated of course

maybe this woman should try adopting rather than abducting other people’s babies idk

aww cal organising matt asking the parents if he can photograph them being reunited with their baby to help him finish raising the money for the nhs

man someone paid 50k for the photo (a journalist or newspaper i’m assuming)

aww dixie printing off adoption enquiry forms

SJSKDKKF ethan meets cal in the pub and indicates the raised money and goes “he did it then. inspirational chap” and cal’s like “he called me a waste of space” and ethan goes “inspirational and perceptive” I LOVE HIM😭😭😭

but cal continues saying he doesn’t own his own home, he doesn’t have a girlfriend, he doesn’t have a social life outside of work, he doesn’t have a career plan. the rare sight of cal being vulnerable :(

damn charlie locking louis up in a room in his house

#classic casualty #the golden hours

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when i was thirteen i broke my mother's favourite ornament. it was a fine little thing; a swan, all planes of white ceramic and a curved neck no thicker than the stem of a flower. i was too scared to tell her what i had done, even though she heard the crash from the next room. still, she waited. i don't know how long i stood there, staring at this precious thing laying shattered at my feet, but she waited. she knew, and she waited. i knew she would be angry, and i waited, like that might make it all go away. mirrors of each other, a wall between us that could not contain the sound of breaking. knowledge and fear. smoke in the very reflection we accommodated.

eventually, i picked up the clutter in trembling hands. a wing here, a broken neck there, holding the pieces so gently like that could somehow fix what had already fallen apart. i told her i dropped it, i told her it was an accident, i told her i was sorry. in turn, she told me she had owned that ornament for decades, she told me it was precious to her, she told me i was a coward for not bringing it to her straight away. the waiting didn't abate the anger. i remember crying, pieces of ceramic death sliding against each other, against my skin.

i find the metaphor of it all in this single ruination. my mother and i, and something between us. fragile, precious, loved - broken. there is an ugliness inside me that makes my hands shake, and i reach into the rawest parts of my mother, things that existed in her long before i did, and i sweep them from her shelves. anger comes first, sure and familiar. trembling gentleness comes after. it goes like this every time. i do not mean to break things, nor do i know how to fix them, but that does not put the swan back together, nor does it put the words back in my mother's mouth. there is an ugliness inside me that makes my hands shake, and i think my mother gave it to me. it is her mother's, and it is hers, and it is mine. a birthright. a curse. she did not know which of her own shelves to put it on. what is a mother and daughter if not this awful dance of shame? one must be fury, one must be a broken neck.

i put that swan back together with ugly builder's glue, not knowing what else to do, so desperate to piece it together and show it to my mother and say look, please, i'm trying.

please, tell me i haven't broken this too.

tell me i can fix this.

it sits back on that same shelf, and sometimes, we bring it up again. mostly, we laugh about it, about a young girl's clumsiness, about the crooked glue now lacerating pearly feathers. sometimes, my mother will just smile, sad, quiet in ways my mother is not. it was one of my favourites, that swan, she'll say, and i will have my answer. was. because she cannot love it how it is now, and when i was thirteen i was clumsy, but now i am older i make messes that cannot be justified so simply, and the anger seems so much stronger than the gentleness.

still, the jagged pieces of that thirteen year old are a broken puddle in my hands, and i think if i arrange them just so, i can still trace that familiar shame in the paint, this ugly mix of white ceramic and cracked glue. it is a plea i never learned to voice, a desperation my mother never learned to hear.

i think this is the best i can do.

#pour one out for the parent/child dynamic where you both have so so much love for one another #to the point you're one of each other's favourite people in the world #but you just speak completely different languages so that when things DO go wrong #it's just miscommunication after miscommunication until there's just this chasm of aching and longing and grief between you #and through it all the love is still there and that sometimes makes it hurt more #ahah relatable right.... RIGHT????#this might meet a niche audience but oh well #this is spurred mainly from how me and my mum for YEARS have been in a constant cycle of #'my cold exterior hurts her in some way and her coping mechanism of just Anger will make it worse and neither of us can fix it'#so it's just like. i have so much SHAME and guilt bc i can feel myself breaking our relationship #but instead of reaching out to me or telling me what i can do to be better or to fix this bc she's my mother and she's supposed to guide me #she just gets angry and hurt and thinks im doing it bc i just dont care enough #and i remember this swan (that's all true btw i actually did break her fav ornament lol) and i realised it's such a good metaphor #bc i remember standing in the bathroom just STARING at it #and i was so scared of her temper but i was also scared bc i knew how much she loved it and i was so upset id hurt her #but she just assumed i was being a coward and/or trying to cover it up by waiting so long #like we're just speaking two different languages and there's so much love and anger there and neither of know what to do #so apparently i took that as time to vent on The Cursed Site #i wrote this in one sitting directly into tumblr and idk where it even came from #actually that's a lie my mum text me saying the pink blossoms were out on the willow trees back home #(the ones i got tattooed bc they're very meaningul to me BC of my mum)#and things have been complicated between us ever since i went to uni but seeing that text and knowing she thought of me #and everything just really got to me and now im spiralling heyyyyyy do u still think im hot #i did not mean to rant so much i swear #pls pls pls dont acknowledge these tags #the post itself is free real estate to reblog or anything but my god im already embarrassed by these tags lmao #writing

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bratkook · 3 years

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right now. (m) jjk.

not yet, almost , right now

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, smut, idiots to lovers!! word count. 14.8k warnings. two mega fucking idiots<33, miscommunication/dumb assumptions, smut in forms of: fingering, oral sex (f.), orgasm denial, spanking, some spit bc duh, unprotected sex, super sweet & lovey!! also jungkook is a sweetheart pls love him summary. coming to terms with your feelings after getting off to the idea of your close friend is a little harder than you thought, but how long can you take before jungkook decides its time to move on? note. did jlin forget how to write for a few weeks? yes, yes she did....i know this took a long time but life is rough man so forgive me... but anyways lol the final part to the not yet!verse is hereeeee! thank you to @kithtaehyung for reading this over for me ily!! thank you guys for enjoying this mini series, the response was really unexpected but im sososo happy over every comment/ask i’ve gotten for this story. once again, tysm for your love and let me know what you think<3

The evening sun illuminates Jungkook’s apartment, golden hour bouncing off every reflective surface and straight into his eyes the second he walks in, immediately squinting as he makes a beeline to shut the blinds. His head was already throbbing from the hangover that decided to peak around noon, a mean case of nausea putting a damper on his work day. So as much as he loved soaking in some vitamin D today was not the day.

“Are you joking?” he huffs as he brings down the blinds, hand yanking at the flimsy string in an attempt to get it unstuck. “How stup—you’d think with the amount I pay every month in rent the blinds would work!”

Alright, so maybe he was a little grumpy today, choosing to take it out on an inanimate object and blame it purely on the bad decisions made last night—definitely had nothing to do with the residual moping of you going on a date. This could be fixed, easily.

The first order of business? Texting you to see if you’d be interested in devouring greasy food from your favorite place down the street. He’d get to see you and finally put something in his stomach, it’s the best of both worlds really.

Jungkook forgets about the blinds, leaving them stuck in the awkward position as he walks away entirely, fishing his phone out of his pocket while he enters his room. It’s the same text he always sends when he’s hangry: If I don’t get food in the next 15 mins I'm burning this place down and taking you with me.

He knows the response he’ll get, either that meme of the child in front of a burning house or an equally hangry paragraph. The phone gets tossed onto his bed as he changes out of his work clothes, needing to dispose of the business casual attire that was suffocating him, his old college hoodie giving him the comfort he needs.

By the time he’s finally slipping on his sneakers he’s expecting you to come knocking on his door, your impatient attitude always putting a smile on his face. Half of the time your neighbors thought you were having arguments from the way you’d pound onto the slab of wood, saying his name with just enough annoyance laced into each syllable it would fool anyone into thinking you were actually upset instead of being a brat. But when that never comes, he reaches for his phone again.

A few notifications fill up his screen, some instagram direct message previews, his group chat that he never responded to, and a few emails coming through, but you had yet to respond. Maybe it’s a little creepy, but Jungkook knows you’re home because he passed by your parked car on his way in. So his mind jumps to two extremes: you were either face down, drowning in your bathtub, or that yellow shades wearing wannabe version of himself was at your place.

Not an ounce of shame sits within him as he speedwalks to the side his bed was on, placing both palms onto the wall before his ear was pressed against the cold drywall. Jungkook’s not really sure what would make him feel good, hearing you and Jung Hoseok together, or hearing nothing at all. His ears strain to hear anything, but the only sound he gets is his own blood pumping.

With a small pout he pulls back, deciding he’d play the annoying neighbor role today and pound on your door instead. It’s a role he doesn’t take lightly, knuckles banging on the wood loud enough for you to hear wherever you were in your apartment. It takes a few minutes before any sign of life is shown, your door creaking open, and Jungkook is thankful because he was about to head to the maintenance office to ask for a key in case you actually were drowning in your bathtub.

“C’mon, let’s get food,” he declares instantly, a charming smile on his face as he stands with his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. The smile slowly falls off when he gets a good look at you, hair looking like a mess on your head and your fluffy blanket draped around you as you give out a weak cough. “Are you sick?”

“I think so,” you rasp out, leaning against your door frame and tugging the blanket tighter around you.

“Did that fucker give you mono?” Jungkook looks irritated, brows pinched together in a grimace—something you’re definitely not accustomed to seeing so you almost don’t catch his accusation.

“Jungkook, no! It’s nothing serious.”

He doesn’t look fully convinced, but he shrugs anyways, positive you weren’t interested in getting interrogated when you were feeling under the weather. “Alright, let me know if you need me to drive you to the doctor if it becomes something serious.”

With a roll of your eyes and a small smile, you wave him off, slowly shutting the door behind you. Your eye immediately peeks through your peephole, not relaxing until he makes his way down the hall and enters the elevator, still on his quest for greasy food.

“God, how old are you?” you grumble to yourself, yanking the blanket off your body and onto the floor with a huff. Pretending to be sick to avoid your friend was a new low, especially after the post-orgasm epiphany you had last night. A sane person would come to terms with their feelings and confess to them, uncertainty and possible rejection be damned! But you? No, you have to fake a cold like the giant coward you are.

The guilt only deepens when a knock comes from your door an hour later, a quick peek through your peephole allowing you to see Jungkook setting two plastic bags on the floor before stepping back and walking to his apartment next door. You don’t come out until you hear his door shut, seeing the logo of your favorite diner down the street. No doubt would your comfort meal be inside the takeaway container.

It takes all you have to not rush over to his place and say you were lying when you see he had also gone ahead and got you cold medication, a few different bottles because he surely didn’t know which was best, along with teas and some cough drops.

You’re a dirty liar. A horrible friend too.

That doesn’t stop you from devouring the meal in the takeout box as you’re hunched over your breakfast bar like a little gremlin. “This is just for today,” you mumble out to yourself as you set the plastic fork down and chug some of the leftover alcohol you had in your fridge. It’s your own version of a pity party, except the food feels heavy in your stomach, knowing the man you were avoiding was the one who bought it—bring on the guilt.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

You’re a dirty liar and horrible friend 2.0. Why this time? Because tomorrow stretched out a few more days than planned. It wasn’t entirely intentional at first, getting stuck at work longer than usual and missing the weekly hangout at your place where you got your remote covered in cheeto dust as you argued over what to watch. But it trickled down onto shorter replies to his texts, or you scrambling out of your apartment and into the elevator so fast in order to not run into him, your mind still trying to list all the pros and cons to this potential relationship before you even had the guts to confess to your feelings.

Jungkook didn’t know thats what was occupying your mind, no he was currently thinking the worst. He notices the change instantly, recognizing it because this was the exact way you had acted while you were with Hajoon, right before you broke the news to him that you needed to keep some distance while you focused on your relationship. So Jungkook automatically assumes that your sudden change in behavior after going on a single date with Jung Hoseok, was because you wanted to make your relationship with this man work.

His assumption stings—a lot actually—and soon enough he stops initiating conversations altogether. He didn’t want to hear you tell him you had to distance yourself again, he’s not sure his heart could handle that a second time, so he decides to get ahead of the curb and take a massive step away from you. It hurts him to know you’re right next door, and just like before, it’s like you’re back to being total strangers.

Safe to say Jungkook was currently going on his own downward spiral.

You could text him like nothing had happened and he’d accept it with open arms, but instead you text your best friend an SOS text, begging her to meet you at your place. She calls you dramatic at first, but once you say it’s about Jungkook she shows up at your place in record time.

“Did you finally fuck him?” Is her greeting of choice, spoken shamelessly from the hallway with no worry about her volume. She cackles when you yank the bottle of wine from her grasp and tug her into your apartment, letting the door slam behind her.

“You’re lucky he’s not home you bitch.” An eye roll is her only response, yanking the bottle back and making her way into your kitchen to grab the opener.

“So you didn’t fuck him?” The cork pops at her question, a curious glance staring you down as she pours the red liquid into an oversized cup.

“No Seulgi, I didn’t fuck him. But I did...something.” It makes your face warm up as you remember it, gratefully grabbing the cup she hands your way because you definitely need some liquid courage before confessing to your sins.

She hums in thought as she raids your pantry for something to munch on, settling on a bag of mini pretzels before leading you to your couch, needing to know the gossip that led to your sos text. “Okay, did you accidentally send him a nude then?”

“No, that wouldn’t be so bad I think?” Sending him an accidental nude would be laughable, probably resolved by a few screaming texts and dumb jokes before moving on. But new feelings seeing the light of day seemed so much worse. “But I sort of kissed him at a club a few weeks ago to get back at Hajoon—long story,” you cut in when you see her ready to fire off questions.

“And then I went on that failed Tinder date I told you about, and when I got home I sort of heard him, you know,”— you mimic a jerking off motion with your hand and ignore her lewd gasp, “and then I…” you trail off shamefully.

“No!” she gasps even louder, hand pressed to her mouth and eyes wide.

“Yes! And the fucking orgasm opened my eyes and made me realize that maybe that tiny crush you guys always joke about him having is real, and maybe I have a tiny crush on him too.”

“Does he know?”

“That I like him?”

“No, that you rubbed one out while listening to him you dirty slut!” Oh she’s loving this, leaning back into your cushions with a handful of pretzels resting on her boobs, a sly smile on her lips as she takes a sip of her wine. She’s the one who planted the seed in your mind, playfully joking about Jungkook any chance she got, saying he had the hots for you because she enjoyed the flustered look on your face. No doubt would she text the group chat with the news the second you finish this cry for help.

“Do you think I told him? I can barely come to terms with the fact that I like him. Like what am I supposed to do?”

She sighs dramatically, munching on the final pretzel on her tits before sitting up and dusting off the crumbs from her shirt. “Look, I know you’re just realizing that he likes you so this is still new and fresh for you, but we’ve noticed it for years. It’s fine that you didn’t see it, you had other things occupying your mind.”

You frown as you stare at the rug beneath your feet, remembering how life was when you first moved into this complex. Getting out of a previous relationship weeks prior, when you had met Jungkook your mind was not interested in pursuing anything with him regardless of how cute you thought he was. It made it easier for you to form a friendship, not worried about trying to impress him, or flirt with him, allowing him to see you for who you truly are.

Jungkook had his fair share of girlfriends during the years, none of which were entirely serious but by the time he was completely single you had met Hajoon, and he had accepted the fact that maybe you were better off as friends and he would just admire you from afar. That is, until you decided to plant one on him. So technically this is your fault.

“Jungkook likes you okay, and I’m sure if you just marched next door and told him you like him too he’ll drop on one knee and marry you.”

“Shut up,” you snort, shoving her shoulder with a smile.

“As a matter of fact, go over there right now!” She stands up from her spot, yanking your arms to haul you up with her.

“I told you, he’s not home. But, I’ll tell him. I have to.”

Seulgi crosses her arms over her chest as she stares at you, clearly displeased that she wouldn’t be witness to this love story unfolding in real time. “You better. You never know what sneaky little bitch is trying to get him to get over you.”

The sneaky little bitch in question is Park Jimin, currently sitting directly across from Jungkook, guzzling down beer like his life depends on it. It's impressive really, how quickly he empties the cup, eyes shut looking as content as could be even in the dim lighting. Jungkook can only watch with a grimace as his friend sets the glass down and wipes at his mouth with no sense of table manners.

“What?” he burps, proceeding to pour more of the golden liquid into his cup from the pitcher in the middle of the table.

“I always forget how absolutely disgusting you are. How do you do it?” Jimin just frowns at the question, not entirely understanding so Jungkook continues. “What switch do you flip to go from sipping champagne to chugging beer like a fucking biker.”

“It’s a talent, I know.” He smiles wide, reaching forward to grip Jungkook’s hand and force him to grab his own cup. Condensation was pooling around the bottom from sitting there untouched, and that just wouldn’t do on Jimin’s watch. “C’mon, drink it!”

“Fine,” Jungkook grumbles, raising the glass and allowing Jimin to clank the cups together before taking a big gulp. He doesn’t clear the cup like his friend did seconds prior but it's enough to appease him. It tastes absolutely bitter the whole way down, settling into his stomach uncomfortably, and the look on his face as he pushes the glass away from him is very telling.

Boisterous shouts fill the sports bar they were in, huddles of people surrounding the tables and booths as they watched the current soccer match playing on the televisions lining the walls. Jungkook honestly feels like a debby downer now, moping in his seat instead of enjoying the atmosphere with his friend like they normally did. The current game was definitely not the reason Jungkook had texted Jimin to grab drinks, no he needed an outlet to talk about you—preferably in a space that didn’t have walls as thin as his apartment.

When he barely acknowledges the plate of wings set in front of him Jimin huffs, resisting the urge to dig in because he knew once he did he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else. “Are you gonna be like this the entire time?”

“Like what?” Jungkook has the gall to ask, acting as if he wasn’t looking like a wounded animal.

“Like you just discovered your wife of ten years is having an affair with your sister.”

He sits up straighter at that, eyes wide in disbelief. “Jesus.“

Jimin knew the jist of what was happening through the texts he had received the past week, but it seems like Jungkook didn’t want to jump into the topic of it at all now that they were sitting across from each other. He just sighs before deciding to be honest, wasting no time beating around the bush to hopefully be the voice of reason Jungkook needs. “You’ve been simping over her for years JK, and I get it, you think she could be the one. But what about you huh? It’s not fair for you to have your heart wrung out each time she gets a man and decides to put the friendship on pause—“

“That happened once!” He defends, brows pinched on his forehead as he shakes his head, ready to explain your situation because he wasn’t a fan of hearing his friend say anything about you when he didn’t truly know what happened. “The dude was a piece of shit and basically told her it was him or me. I’m not gonna crucify her for wanting a long term relationship to work.”

“Right, so she’s not icing you out again because she got a new man? That’s literally what you told me, it’s why I bought you this sympathy pitcher of beer!”

“Fuck you, you bought this pitcher for yourself.” Jimin had chugged two giant glasses of beer already, and was steadily working on his third, whereas Jungkook’s watered down cup remained relatively untouched. “Besides, I was just...spiraling and assumed when I sent you that desperate text. But I haven’t heard anything.”

Jimin can only stare blankly at the table as he processes what was just said before locking eyes with his friend once more, “Sorry, what? You haven’t heard anything? The hell kind of riddle is that.”

Jungkook sinks into the booth with a look of shame, not wanting to admit to occasionally laying in his bed at night in complete and total silence just to see if he could hear you and the hypothetical version of Jung Hoseok doing literally anything. It’s not one of his proudest moments, feeling like a bit of a creeper as he laid stiff on his bed, too scared to make a sound. “Nothing, forget about it. Point is, I haven’t seen the fucker come in or out of her place, so what does that mean?”

A deep sigh comes from Jimin, hand reaching forward to push the beer closer to Jungkook, desperately trying to get him to drink and ease up. “It means you pay far too much attention to her. When was the last time you got any action?”

Two weeks ago. From his hand and filthy imagination.

“A few months,” he grumbles, remembering his last hook up that happened a few days before he discovered you got dumped.

“Get outta here.” Jimin rolls his eyes as he points to the door. “Literally, go stand at the corner outside, show some thighs or a tattooed titty and take your pick of the swarm of girls that will surely follow you.”

Jungkook thinks he’s joking, but when his friend doesn’t drop his hand and narrows his eyes threateningly he knows he’s being serious. “My tits aren’t even tattooed,”—his large palms press against his shirt covered chest as if to prove a point— “And you sound like a douchebag talking like this.”

“What? She went on a tinder date and definitely got laid, so you need to even out the playing field. Also, it might help you chill the hell out.”

“Oh my god, you’re not helping.” Jungkook really didn’t need that visual again, it had flashed in his mind too often the night of his pity party and now it was once again at the front of his brain.

“Alright, okay. I’m throwing out my safe word right now.” Jimin leans closer, arms resting on the table with a confused look on his face. “What do you need from me here? Like, do I play the role of a supportive friend who wants you to get over her, or do I play the role of a friend who wants you to confess? Because you’re giving me some mixed signals Jeon.”

A groan escapes Jungkook, fingers rubbing at his eyes before dragging down his face as he sinks even further into his seat. “I don’t know.”

It’s the truth. Jungkook had no idea what he wanted his friend to do to help him. He knew that although his feelings for you have weighed heavy on his chest for what seems like years, you technically had no idea, so he feels a little guilty over his frustration for the whole situation. You were newly single again and determined to go through this self proclaimed wild phase so Jungkook isn’t dumb enough to think you can’t go out and do whatever you want, even if that means being with someone who isn’t him.

“Look,” Jimin sighs, pulling him out of his thoughts. “You only have two choices here, tell her how you feel and accept whatever comes with it, or make peace with the idea of just being friends. Either way, I think you need to loosen up and have fun tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Jungkook sits himself up, wrapping his fingers around the cup in an effort to at least look like he wanted to be here. He couldn’t sit here and mope about a problem like this when he hadn’t attempted to come out and tell you how he feels.

One night of loosening up to get you off his mind wouldn’t hurt, if anything it might help him come to his senses. At least that’s what Jimin was currently whispering with a mischievous smile on his lips. “It’ll be fine, I’ll make sure you don’t black out and get home safe. Who knows, you might get plastered enough to drunk text your confession.”

Jungkook glares at his friend, not liking the goofy look on his face as he starts to laugh. “I swear to god, you better not let me get to that point. Take my phone away from me.”

Jimin obviously wants to see the world burn, or at least he enjoys it when Jungkook somehow digs himself into his own grave. That's exactly why he responds with a million laughing emojis when Jungkook texts him asking why the hell he hadn’t taken his phone last night.

He did a good job hiding his shock when a knock came from his front door, half expecting it to be you, keeping a smile on his face as he allowed the person who was very clearly not you in before swiftly entering his bathroom. Jungkook wants to stay locked here forever, holed up while he sits on his toilet and not in the living room with company. It wasn’t like it was bad company either, his drunken ass going through his contact list and sending an invitation to hangout the following day to the last person he spoke to, Aillie.

The girl is sweet, someone he had a casual fling with for months, someone who was used to his random texts so she doesn’t think twice before agreeing. The only silver lining to this was that he hadn’t sent you a typo-filled drunken confession, which is what Jimin responds with before telling him to suck it up and leave his bathroom.

Jungkook accepts his fate, as well as accepting that he is partially responsible for this. He shoves his device back into his pockets before standing up and flushing the toilet for show, washing his hands just to stall. One good glance at his reflection makes him cringe, stained shirt and sweats combo leaves him looking like the unprepared mess he is. Another detour through his room to change was a must before he has no choice but to step back out.

“You’re totally hung over aren’t you?” Aillie jokes from her spot on the couch, comfortable enough in his apartment from the time spent here. She locks her phone as she stands up, taking her time to really look Jungkook over. He was not dressed like someone who was expecting a guest, and despite having seen Jungkook at his sloppiest, his previous attire of oversized shirt and slightly stained sweatpants didn’t look like someone who was expecting a fuck buddy to pop over. Even with his new outfit looking more put together, it was obvious Jungkook was caught off guard by her showing up.

“What?” Jungkook dumbly asks, trying to come up with some lame excuse to justify his earlier appearance but he falls short. His fingers gently rake through his hair, a grimace falling on his face as he looks back up at her. “Actually, a little. Sorry, I got drunk last night when I text you so sober me was not really prepared.”

“Yeah I figured, you sent me some blurry selfies right after. But we can just hang, we don’t have to do anything,” she trails off, a soft smile on her lips. The only time they ever hung out was to hook up, having ten minute conversations before and after the fact. “Or I can leave too if it's weird that I’m here.”

Jungkook is shaking his head before she can even finish, already feeling bad enough after texting her to come over. How shitty would he be if he immediately kicked her out. This was fine, a nice distraction from it all, decent middle ground that would help him get his mind off you without having to take Jimin’s douchebag advice.

“No, we can watch a movie or something. It’s not like I have other plans.” Had this been two weeks ago it would be a totally different story. Jungkook would typically be waiting in his apartment as he stared at the slowly ticking clock, just waiting for it to strike 7:30 because that's when you usually got home. Then he’d either get a text from you to come over with snacks or you’d show up at his door and invite yourself over for the weekly game night.

It didn’t happen last week, or the week prior, so Jungkook is very confident that it would not be happening today either. It’s that same sense of confidence—and saltiness—that allows him to get comfortable with Aillie, blissfully unaware that you had just pulled into the parking garage a few stories below.

“I swear to god if you don’t go straight to his door the minute you get off the elevator I will never let you live it down.” Seulgi’s voice fills your car through the speakers, fading out as you shut the car off and bring your phone to your ear to continue the conversation.

“Dude, I just got off work. I need to make myself look decent.” Plastic bags rustle together as you grab the snacks you had picked up on your way home, all full of yours and Jungkook's favorite treats. It was definitely a guilt fueled purchase, hoping the items were enough to distract him from the fact that you were kind of a bitch for ghosting him recently, or at least butter him up into accepting your apology easier.

“You think Jungkook cares if you’re a little sweaty from work? He’s a grown man, that’s not gonna stop him from going do—“

“Okay, goodbye!” You hastily cut her off as you press the elevator button, hearing her rambling off about being interrupted. “I’m about to get on the elevator, I’ll tell you how it goes.”

With a small sigh you hang up and stuff the device into your purse, stepping onto the lift as the doors open up and pressing the number for your floor. Your hands are clammy as you grip the plastic bag, uncharacteristically nervous about seeing Jungkook again after so long.

The main obstacle for you to get over was apologizing for being a crappy friend, and if that went well you were going to suck it up and just come out and confess, the odds of him saying no were slim. And even if he did, you’re perfectly content with staying friends, as long as you could keep him close.

It’s that same optimistic mentality that allows you to calm down as you enter your place and decide to give yourself a minute to mentally prepare. His favorite ice cream gets put into the freezer for later before you decide to shower and give yourself a pep talk the entire time.

This pep talk of yours is filled with best case scenarios: Jungkook accepting the confession with open arms, finally being able to kiss him properly, everything falling into place the way it should have a long time ago. And as you head over, totally sober, freshly washed, looking and smelling your best, you really can’t picture this going any other way.

With a deep breath you’re knocking on his front door, quickly pulling back your hand and wiping it onto your pants as you step back. Jungkook hears the knock clearly from his spot on the couch, his gaze tearing away from the television to stare at his front door with a small frown. He hadn’t ordered any food and Aillie had just excused herself to use his bathroom so his brain is having a hard time wondering who it could be.

He curses under his breath, not putting it past himself to have texted a second person last night with an invitation to hang out. Why was Jungkook a friendly drunk?

As he presses his eye against the peephole and spots you standing there, he thinks he’s imagining things. It had seemed like so long since he had last seen you in person, and the warped fish-eyed version of you has him stepping back and rubbing his eyes before taking another glance. He suddenly feels like throwing up, and he can’t blame his earlier hangover on it.

For a brief second he contemplates pretending he hadn’t heard you, but the guilt of doing so makes his heart twist, so he musters up the courage to open the door. It’s barely a crack really, just enough for you to see him while still concealing his apartment, something you definitely found strange because you’re usually flinging the door open and strutting right in, but you suppose his reaction is warranted considering your previous behavior.

“Y/N, hey. Are you alright?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine!” Your fingers tangle together in front of you, not entirely sure what to do with your nerves and Jungkook spots it easily. His own nerves sky rocket when he hears the sound of running water coming from his bathroom a few feet away, knowing Aillie would most likely pop out any second now, and he’s not sure why it feels like a dirty secret that he has another girl over.

“Did you need something?”

“Yeah, I was actually wanting to talk to you about something kind of important.” Your smile is hopeful, despite the nerves swirling in your eyes. The nervous skip of your heart is felt in your throat, not remembering the last time you had felt this way about telling someone how you felt about them romantically.

“Right now?” he wonders, fingers gripping the door handle tighter when he hears his bathroom door unlock, the sound of footsteps rounding the corner before stepping into the living room, a few feet away from the door and in perfect view of the wedge Jungkook had opened.

When your eyes flicker over his shoulder, spotting the auburn haired girl giving you a curious glance, you feel all your confidence slip away. Seulgi had definitely been right about needing to confess soon, Jungkook was a catch and just because you hadn’t realized it sooner didn’t mean the rest of the world was blind to it.

“Yeah, right now...but you’re busy, so it’s fine!” You want to scramble away from there, feeling dumb the longer you stand there. Jungkook wants to say he’s not busy, kick the girl out of his place and invite you in but that wouldn’t be fair to her, for all he knew your important conversation would be a repeat of the conversation you had over Hajoon, and he really didn't want to get friendship dumped while this girl was in his apartment. He’s pretty sure his Yelp rating would drop a bit if he cried on the couch about you to his old hook up.

He starts to speak but you cut him off before he can, “Don’t worry about it! I’ll see you later.” You force a smile before walking away, not allowing him to get a word in as you quickly step into your apartment and move to the furthest room away from your bedroom.

You can feel the cold of your kitchen floor as you sit on your butt, back against your cabinets, the small twinge of defeat spreading within you. “This is fine. Maybe she’s just a friend. I can always tell him tomorrow,” you whisper out. But your fingers seem to think otherwise as they type out a message to Seulgi, informing her that the mission was unsuccessful and you’d be putting on The Notebook like you always did. It was basically protocol to do so when things went south in your life.

She doesn’t even know how to console you, knowing she can’t tell you it was his loss or that he wasn’t worth it because she knows that’d be a lie and you wouldn’t believe it for a second. The only thing she can offer is coming over, but you’re quick to turn her down, deciding that being alone in the comfort of your bed as you inhaled the ice cream you bought for Jungkook would be best.

Is being in your room the wisest choice when you know you share a wall with Jungkook—and he has a cute girl over? No. Probably not. But you figure if you hear anything explicit it’s just your dose of karma, so you accept it, turning up the volume of the movie a few levels just to soften the blow.

However, Jungkook would definitely not be hooking up with her in his bedroom, or anywhere in his apartment for that matter. Luckily Aillie is blessed with the gift of reading the damn room and can easily spot the shift in Jungkook’s mood the second he shuts the door. She’s sitting on the edge of the couch now, hands gently placed on her knees as she gives him a sympathetic smile.

“I get the vibe that somethings off.”

He looks up at her then, slowing his pace until he’s awkwardly standing in the middle of the room with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “My friend—my neighbor just wanted to talk about something. But everything’s fine.”

The lie tastes bitter on his tongue, and Aillie doesn’t believe him in the slightest. A small sigh fills the air as she stands up, collecting her bag and approaching him. “Look, I know deep talks really aren’t our thing so I’m not going to even try to dive into this, but you should go talk to your friend.”

A comforting hand is placed on his shoulder before she makes her way to the door to leave, Jungkook already following closely behind her. “No, you don’t have to go. You came all this way because I texted you with way too much tequila in my system.”

“Jungkook,” she laughs, opening the door with a smile. “You’re way too sweet for your own good. It was nice seeing you though.” Her eyes slowly move over to your front door before looking back at him, head cocking to the side in a very clear indication that he better go over. He can only nod in understanding, waving her goodbye and shutting the door once she heads down to the elevator.

The action sounds of the movie they were watching continues to fill his apartment, whatever chaos was going on only making his brain whirl so he’s quick to grab the remote and shut it off entirely. Now he’s just stuck in complete silence, wondering if he should quickly make his way over to yours or play it calm and collected.

The total silence allows him to hear the muffled mumbling of a movie he knew all too well. It draws him in, lures him into his bedroom until he’s kneeling on the mattress with his ear pressed against the wall to properly make it out. You were watching the Notebook, at a concerning volume, which could mean a number of things. Jungkook knew none of them were good, usually rooted in issues you had with your ex, or a tough day at work, or any particular day where you just felt like crying.

With a deep breath, he’s slowly knocking along his wall, almost experimentally, hoping it's enough to grab your attention through the current scene playing. For a second he thinks maybe you’ve fallen asleep while watching the film, but then the room falls silent as you pause it entirely.

Your hearts racing now, ears straining to hear anything else and hoping this wasn’t how the beginning of the explicit noises would start, but then another knock comes from behind you. It makes you gasp, like you’ve just been caught being the nosey neighbor you are, hearing the soft scrape of his hand sliding down the wall. The ice cream gets put onto your nightstand as you sit up properly, forcing yourself out of the mountain of pillows you were practically suffocating in and turning around to knock back.

Jungkook’s palm presses back onto the wall, smiling at your response before fishing his phone out of his pocket. His fingers find your thread of messages, further down the list than he was used to, and as he opens them up and sees the string of unanswered texts dating back to two weeks ago, it stings just like it did before. He pushes his pride aside though, knowing you had wanted to talk today in person, so he proceeds to quadruple text you.

Jungkook 8:44pm : are you seriously watching the notebook again?

You’re unlocking your phone the second it buzzes, smiling at the dimly lit screen before typing out a response.

Y/N 8:45pm : shut up, it’s my comfort movie

Y/N 8:45pm : do you wanna watch it with me? for old times sake

The device is locked and placed face down onto your sheets the second you hit send, sinking into the pillows once again as you try not to scream at yourself because you know he’ll hear you. Why would you invite him over when he clearly has company? You had seen her with your own eyes, had seen how cute she is, had seen how cute Jungkook is, it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.

Jungkook is quick though, texting back in agreement and heading over instantly. If you were watching your comfort movie then Jungkook wanted to make sure you were okay. Putting the past two weeks behind him, knowing you’d most likely have a good enough explanation—an explanation he would definitely be needing before the night was over—he’s knocking on your door before you can even check your messages.

It takes you a minute to untangle your limbs from your covers as you hastily try to get to your door, sock clad feet sliding along your wooden floors when you finally yank the door open. Jungkook wears a soft smile as he stares down at you, taking note that you had switched your outfit to your usual sad movie binge attire of baggy shirt and lounge shorts. His eyes zero in on your lips when he notices there's something lingering at the corner of them.

“So, are you gonna share whatever the hell that is?” His finger points at it smugly, laughing when your tongue peeks out to wipe it away.

“It was actually meant to be for you.” Stepping aside, you let him enter your place. Jungkook almost feels a little strange being here after the weird few weeks, but he pushes it aside, just wanting things to feel normal.

“Does that mean there’s no more left?” His eyes playfully narrow at you as you step closer, moving on to stare at the kitchen table, and the coffee table in search of the tub of ice cream that supposedly had his name on it. The earlier nerves you felt slowly fade away when you realize he’s not visibly upset about what happened, but it only makes your guilt deepen that despite your ability to be a crummy friend, Jungkook would still try his best to come through for you.

“There’s about half of it left, it’s probably a little soft now though.” You side step him to enter the kitchen, grabbing an extra spoon and handing it over as a peace treaty, smiling when he gratefully accepts it. “C’mon, I paused the movie.”

Jungkook is not a stranger to your bedroom, especially when sappy movies were playing, finding his spot easily on the right side where he typically handed you tissues whenever you cried. The tissues were missing this time, in place of them being the bag of snacks you had bought, his ice cream on the other nightstand.

“What part are you on?” he asks, settling onto the bed after fluffing up the pillows, waving his hands so you could pass the tub of ice cream his way.

“It just started raining on the boat.” Jungkook hums, scooping out some of the chocolate ice cream and into his mouth. He knew this scene very well, and when you press play, he mentally repeats all of the lines. Just as Noah declares he wrote her 365 letters, you awkwardly clear your throat, your own spoon slowly sneaking over to his side to steal some ice cream for yourself.

“I’m sorry if I made things awkward with your date.” Your voice sounds timid, something he’s not used to hearing from you at all, so he chuckles, laughing harder when you swat at his arm. “I’m serious, I should have texted you before just showing up.”

“Really? When have you ever done that before?” The two of you never notified the other when they wanted to show up, Jungkook had even given you the code to his place once when he was at work and you were desperate for some fruity pebbles—you used that code to your advantage and Jungkook never hated it. But all things considered, it's fair why you think you would have to give him a heads up.

“You didn’t make it awkward though.” It’s not the complete truth, you coming over is what had made Aillie decide to leave, but Jungkook had to take most of the credit for it. “I kinda made it awkward from the beginning.”

“Why, what happened?”

“I went out last night with Jimin“ —you immediately hum in understanding, knowing very well how convincing Jimin could be with alcohol— “and apparently I texted her to hang out today, had no recollection, so when she showed up I was definitely not ready.”

“Damn, this is how I know you’re a better person than I am. If that happened to me, the second I checked my peephole and saw someone I didn’t remember inviting over, I’m gonna pretend I’m not home.”

“Yeah well, she lives like an hour away so I’d feel like an ass if I did that. Don’t think I’ll be talking to her again any time soon though.” He sighs in thought, gently tapping his spoon on the surface of the softening ice cream. There was one thing weighing heavy on his mind, needing to know what important thing you had to talk to him about, wondering if you were actually going to friendship dump him earlier and he had just made it worse by coming over and hanging out like old times.

He doesn’t want to come right out and ask it though, not wanting to set himself up for an awkward conversation in case that wasn’t what you wanted to talk about, so he settles for something safe enough that would allow him to get a glimpse.

“So how are things with Hoseok?” Yeah, that’s a good start.

“Huh?” Your spoon freezes in its spot, face clearly looking confused in the dim glow of the television, the movie long forgotten now that you were speaking.

“Tinder guy? Yellow sunglasses guy that gave you mono?”

It suddenly clicks again, having forgotten all about Jung Hoseok the second you had gotten home from the failed date and came to terms with your feelings. Your lie of having a cold must have been believable enough for Jungkook to genuinely think he had given you something like mono.

“He didn’t give me mono!” Jungkook rolls his eyes with a playful smile, humming along like he totally believes you. “But I didn’t tell you?”

He frowns as he stares at you, not entirely sure how to take your tone. “Tell me what? That you’re engaged and the wedding is in June?”

“No way,” you laugh, swatting his spoon away with a clank as you grab some ice cream before shoving it in your mouth, fighting against the brain freeze to continue speaking. “Our date was a bust.”

“How? Was it that bad?” He desperately wanted to know, having convinced himself the date had gone spectacularly well and you were now an exclusive item. The small twinge of guilt is felt when he realizes he’s a little too happy that the date had been a failure, but he allows himself to have this small, tiny victory.

“Mm, it was so good it was bad.” He looks utterly confused, and you don’t blame him, so you elaborate. “He was this perfect gentleman who just wanted to play games, like to the point where he had a notebook where he was tallying our points, and then he walked me to my car and kissed my cheek goodbye.”

“Oh the horror!” Jungkook gasps, setting his spoon down to clutch his heart in dramatics. “How dare he try to romance you with a game night.”

“Jungkook, shut up!” you laugh, finally feeling like everything was right again, sitting in bed with your closest friend as you teased each other. “Look, I’ll give him some credit. The date was nice, he was not the sleazy douchebag his profile made him out to be, and I’m sure he’ll find the perfect girl for him on Tinder. But he clearly wanted something serious and—“

“And you don’t want that right now. It’s fair.” Of course you would turn him down, you had just decided to embark on this new adventure in the single world. It was kind of dumb for Jungkook to assume one date with Tinder Boy would be enough for you to give up your short lived dream.

You take a steady breath at his words before taking another scoop of ice cream, lips wrapped around the spoon as you slowly pull it out of your mouth. The nerves are trickling back in, making your heart skip and your eyes bounce around. If you don’t come out and say it now, you know you never will.

Your spoon joins his in the tub of ice cream before you decide to move it back to the nightstand, forcing yourself to look back at him, seeing him turned away as he rummages through the plastic bag full of snacks. “I don’t want that with him.”

Jungkook freezes, the rustling of plastic ceases as his hands come back to his sides and he turns back around. With him. He was the king of jumping to worse case scenarios so his brain has no issues coming to this very horrible conclusion.

“Have you been talking to Hajoon again?”

“No, Jungkook I haven’t.”

“Are you sure? I’m saying this now, but if you get back with him I will not hesitate to pop him in the face if I run into him in the halls. It’s fair game out there, neutral territory for him to get his ass beat—“

“It’s you.”

His brain short circuits at that, mini versions of himself currently running around and screaming in his head as he tries to make sense of this. The first instinct he has is to crack a joke, to say that he hadn’t been talking to Hajoon again, and laugh it off. But you look a little too vulnerable right now, eyes nervously looking at him and then looking away at his lingering silence.

“Wait, what?” It’s the only thing he can sputter out, caught off guard by your words, not wanting to say anything else in case the world was cruel enough for him to have completely misheard you.

“I don’t want that with Tinder Boy or Hajoon, I want it with you.” It gets a little easier saying it a second time, but his reaction is hard to gauge. You had been expecting him to reciprocate the confession instantly, but the longer he looked shocked only made you think that you and Seulgi had been seriously wrong about his supposed crush.

Jungkook is having a difficult time trying to go from you ghosting him to you suddenly admitting to liking him, the change in emotions not allowing him to say anything he had practiced in the mirror for so long. He can’t come out and give you a speech about how he thinks you’re the one, how you’re obviously a good match together, brain too focused on other details. “How long have you known this?”

“For the past two weeks, but deep down I know it’s been longer.”

His wide eyes glance over at you now, everything slowly clicking into place. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Yes,” you mumble, embarrassed over the way you had acted. The last time you had avoided someone was in elementary school, having a best friend go ask your crush if he likes you while you hid in the bathroom, scared of the answer. “I like you Jungkook and I knew I wouldn’t be able to play it cool. I was scared to say something and have you not feel the same and then have our friendship be weird.”

Jungkook smiles in that adorable way you love, nose scrunching up cutely as he leans closer, large palms coming to cup your cheeks. He has wanted to hear this for so long, and sure, maybe it wasn’t some super romantic confession over a candlelit dinner like he had occasionally dreamed of, but this felt right.

“You’re so stupid,” he whispers out, thumb softly caressing your cheek as he chuckles, feeling the way your lips turn into a frown at his harmless insult.

“Jungkook, I’m being serious,” you whine, heart still pounding in your chest. Your hands come up to gently wrap around his wrists, allowing him to continue to squish your cheeks with that endearing look on his face.

“I’m being serious too Y/N. Did you really think I wouldn’t feel the same?” Jungkook did everything he did with you out of pure friendliness, never expecting to get something in return from it, but there was a small sprinkling of a crush in every one of his actions. “I like you too, and I have for a really long time.”

The relief you feel comes instantly, lips slowly pulling into a smile when you finally have the confidence to look directly into his eyes again. If this is how light you feel after the two weeks spent freaking out, you can only imagine how Jungkook feels. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Now, can I please kiss you?” You’re nodding the second the question leaves his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as his hands glide down to cup your jaw, soft lips slowly pressing against yours. It’s a gentle smack of skin as he pulls back, a smirk on his lips when he opens his eyes, softly rubbing his nose against yours.

“Wait,” he breathes out, chuckling softly. “Is he still looking?” He has the nerve to repeat the same question that had been the root of your guilt, and when your eyes shoot open and glare at him, he can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out.

“I hate you,” you mutter out, not an ounce of truth behind it.

“Mm, no you don’t.”

His lips find yours again, falling into a steady rhythm, softer and less rushed than the first kiss you had shared at the club. There’s no pounding bass in the background, or the taste of liquor on your lips, but Jungkook prefers it this way. He likes the low hum of the movie continuing to play in the background, the sweetness of the ice cream lingering on your lips when his tongue gently swipes at the seam of them, the way your hands slowly slide around his neck as he deepens each kiss.

With each shared breath, you slide further down your bed, pulling Jungkook down with you until he’s hovering directly above you. His knees dig into the sheets, one hand pressed beside your head to keep himself stable as you urge him even closer to you. The delicate golden chain he wears kisses your skin, pendant settling onto your chest, the cool sensation is almost enough to distract you as his tongue slowly slips into your mouth. Jungkook groans when you let out a small gasp, your fingers slipping into his hair and tugging gently at the strands by the nape of his neck.

He wants to remember this kiss instead of the one from the club, embed every gasp you let out into his brain, the way your chest pushes up to feel more of him, how your hands slide down his back, leaving a fiery trail in their path that makes Jungkook shiver. And when you slide your thighs further apart for him, innocently at first, he can’t help it when his lips freeze on yours as you slowly roll your hips upwards. It gives him the same automatic reaction he had gotten at the club, all the blood rushing to his cock instantly, except this time he doesn’t feel the shame he had felt before. There was no ulterior motive to what you were doing, sincerity shown in your confession, shared within each kiss, so Jungkook allows himself to bask in the want he feels for you.

“Y/N,” he groans out when you repeat the action, pulling away from your swollen lips to stare at you through hooded eyes. You’re licking your lips over as your eyes slowly open, a small glimmer evident in them as you tilt your head and pretend to not know what you’re doing.

“What?” you question, leaning up to kiss the edge of his mouth, giggling when he attempts to chase your lips as you pull back, choosing to kiss down his jaw instead. As your tongue gently trails along the side of his neck, you feel the harsh gulp he takes, his fingers bunching up in the sheets beside your head. His neck has always been a weak point for him, turning him into a puddle in seconds, you knew this from the unfiltered conversations you’ve had and it was something you were definitely going to be using to your advantage.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he grunts, eyes fluttering shut as you nip at his skin, a visible shiver racking through him.

“Of course I am,” you hum, letting your hands roam his back, sliding around his front until you’re sneaking past the white fabric of his shirt. When your cool hands meet his skin, he tenses, the muscles on his stomach tightening up as your fingertips trail up his body. You’ve known Jungkook was well defined, lean and toned in all the best places, having seen him shirtless a few times. But being able to touch him like this, feel each stuttered breath and jump of his skin reacting to your touch fueled you.

Jungkook knows you can feel the racing of his heart now, your palms flat on his chest, each thrum revealing his emotions despite the cool and calm exterior he was trying to have. His hips lower towards yours, resisting the urge to rut into you as you start to suck on his skin. The low hum you let out vibrates against his neck, mixed in with the feeling of your wet lips, and he knows he’s done for. The final blow comes in the form of you swiping your tongue at the blossomed hickey, sweet voice pulling him back to earth as you look at him once more. “I want you Jungkook.”

Oh god, he couldn’t do this. His face pulls into a grimace, begging himself to not instantly cum in his pants at what you just said. How many times has he fantasized about this? Hoped you’d beg him for anything in that same exact voice, dreamed of you kissing and sucking on his skin like you currently were. Jungkook isn’t sure any amount of mental preparation would be enough for this.

“Say that again please.”

You giggle, finger pushing back a strand of his hair as it falls over his face, tucking it behind his ear. The normal doe eyed look you were accustomed to is nowhere to be found, pupils blown out in lust as he stares at you. Being on the receiving end of this stare fills your stomach with butterflies, the flapping of their wings intensifying as he nudges his nose into yours.

“I want you.” It’s breathless, spoken so softly through the background noise like a personal secret just for him. Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll ever grow tired of hearing you say it, that much is proven true when you repeat it in between kisses, trailing back up his neck in the same path you had taken until you're speaking the words directly against his lips. He swallows them down greedily, groaning into your mouth when his tongue tangles with yours once more.

“Fuck, you can have me baby.” He chuckles against your mouth when you start to tug at his shirt, yanking the thin material until he has to pull back and slip the tee off himself. The balled fabric gets tossed aside without a care, dark swirls of ink on his arm fully revealed now, each tattoo reminding you of how long you’ve known him, remembering the two pieces that he had when you first met. When he leans back over you, taking his time trailing kisses down your neck, onto your chest until his own hands are slowly tugging your shirt off of you, you decide there’s other things to focus on besides his glorious tattoos.

“Ah, Jungkook,” you sigh, fingers tangling into his hair when he kisses the swells of your breast, warm tongue sliding over your nipple before his lips are wrapping around it. His large palm gropes the other, thumb flicking over the pebbled bud, smirking when you push your chest further out for him.

“What baby?” He pulls back to blow a gust of cool air on your nipple, the wetness of his saliva making your skin break out into goosebumps.

“No teasing.”

Jungkook’s laughing now, eyes peering up at you through his lashes. “Oh, you think I’m not gonna tease you after what you did?” He tsks in disapproval as he continues to kiss down your torso, letting his hands trail down your sides, not stopping until he reaches the hem of your shorts. A kiss is placed above your navel as he pulls the shorts down your legs, toying with the waistband of your black underwear. “I’m gonna take my time with you.”

The build up before pleasure will always be your favorite part. The way his hands grip your thighs after tugging your underwear off, fingertips trailing up until his palm is pressing them further apart. It’s impossible to look at him now, the visual of his long hair framing his face as he starts to press wet kisses on your skin is too much to handle. You can feel the warm huff of air when he laughs as your head drops back onto the pillow once more, eyes slipping shut while you wait with anticipation.

Jungkook wants to comment over how wet you are already, boost his own ego about being able to rile you up with just kissing, but he can see the way you’re already on edge, and he decides he can tease you some more later with what he has in store. Instead, he gives you what you’re mentally pleading him for. Finally pressing his soft lips to your folds, the short gasp you release as his tongue glides up before gently flicking across your clit has him shutting his own eyes, reveling in the way you react to his touch.

His long fingers spread out your folds before he’s messily spitting onto them, watching the way the glob of saliva trickles down before he’s diving in, falling into the perfect pace with ease. It has your hips rutting up instantly, your hand uncurling its grip from your sheets to travel down your body and find its place tangled in his hair. Jungkook groans against your clit when your fingers grip tightly, yanking the dark strands as the prettiest moan flows out of you.

“J-just like that, fuck,” you whimper, finally lifting your head up to stare down at him when he latches his lips around your clit and sucks. It sends a spark down your spine, stomach tensing at his rhythm, fully intent to have you fall apart.

Jungkook wants to push you over the edge, knows he’s talented enough to get you there in record time—he was cocky in the best way—and the way your thighs tremble as he slowly sinks his finger into you proves his point. The slick coating your entrance allows a second finger to slip through with little resistance, a shuddering breath filling the air as he begins to spread his fingers apart, stretching you out in the most delicious way.

It’s not until his fingers curl up, rubbing along the sweet patch inside of you and you moan out his name, that he realizes he has you right where he wants you. He can’t get himself to look up at you, to see the way your jaw drops as you plead for more. Jungkook knows if his eyes lock with yours too soon he’ll be too weak to be as cruel as he wants to be.

The pleasure blooms inside you, hips rolling up into his in a way he welcomes, smirk spreading onto his lips when your moans get breathier. He eats you out with determination set in his brows, not satisfied until you’re tightening around his fingers, thighs threatening to close in on either side of his head. The messy way he slurps against you sends you reeling, rutting up into him with need, the wet thump of his fingers blending in with your moans of his name.

“God, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum.” He believes you, eyes finally opening up to stare at you. The visual is enough to make his cock throb in his pants, your glassy eyed stare locked onto his, chest rising and falling in time with each choked breath. When he playfully winks at you, your walls pulse around him, seconds away from being pushed over the edge, and that’s when he pulls away.

The warm glow of your orgasm approaching, just about to crest, gets ripped away from you instantly. It makes you gasp, thighs twitching as your hips attempt to push up back towards his mouth, but he’s having none of that. His shiny lips smile up at you innocently, head tilted to slowly kiss your trembling thighs, chuckling at the small cry of frustration you let out.

“You taste good baby,” he hums, smooching the skin at the juncture of your thighs, circling around your clit without relieving the pressure you felt. The dull ache has your fingers releasing his hair in defeat, a frown etched onto your lips.

“Jungkook, that’s mean,” you pant, sitting up and resting on your elbows to properly stare at him.

“A little, but you deserved it don’t you think?” Jungkook didn’t want to tease you too much, he just wanted to get even for the past two weeks. “You could have had me between your thighs every single night if you would’ve said something soon, so I think you can be patient.”

A firm kiss is pressed to your swollen clit and it makes your whole body shudder, your head dropping back as you take a deep breath to control yourself. “I can’t be patient Kook,” you whine, head leveling back out to give him the most convincing stare you can muster. There's that crease between your brows that he likes when you pinch them together, hands gently raking through his hair, teeth pillowing out your lower lip as you bite down onto it.

“Please, you can torture me later if you want but not now.” Your words have him cocking up his brow, hands once again gripping the meat of your thighs before he crawls back up your body. The feeling of his chain dragging up your skin has you shivering, breath catching in your throat when he hovers inches above you once more.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before his hand slips between your thighs again. A groan reaches his ears as his fingers circle your clit, covered in your arousal and his saliva, gliding with ease as he works you back to your ruined orgasm.

His lips find yours, swallowing down the moan you let out when he quickens his pace. You can taste yourself on his tongue, tangling with yours with more urgency than before, messy and desperate in a way that had more arousal gushing out of you. The earlier pleasure reignites inside you, your hands sliding around his neck to keep him close, kissing him with fervor, quiet moans and whimpers slipping past between each smack of your lips.

“Jungkook,” you barely manage to squeal, a few more flicks needed to finally push you over the edge. Your lips are slick with spit as you pull back, jaw slack as you lose yourself in the feeling, and Jungkook easily bookmarks this into his brain to go back to and daydream of whenever he’s bored at work. Your eyes are squeezed shut as the feeling flows through you, not able to see how Jungkook stares at you in awe.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, slowly pulling his hand away when you keen at the sensitivity, thighs twitching on the sheets as the pleasure rolls through you in waves. You’re looking up just in time to see him slip his messy fingers into his mouth, tongue licking them clean and savoring the taste of you. Just as he slides them back out, your fingers wrap around his wrist and lead them directly into your mouth, sinking onto them with your eyes locked on his own.

Jungkook’s cock jumps in its confines when you suck, tip of your tongue circling his fingertips before popping them back out with a smirk. There’s a brief moment of shock on his features before he’s jumping into action, quickly unbuttoning his jeans in haste that left you giggling on your sheets.

“What happened to patience?” you tease, laughing harder when he pauses with one foot stuck in the hole of his jeans, a playful glare thrown your way.

“Oh, now you want patience?” He kicks his pants the rest of the way off, slowly shuffling towards you as he stands beside the bed in just his boxers. Your hands make grabby motions for him, reaching for the waistband of his underwear to tug them down, licking your lips over as his cock springs out. It bobs in the air for a second, thick and heavy, precum collecting at the tip with the prettiest veins on the underside of it. Of course Jungkook and his pretty privilege would have a dick worthy of leaving you speechless.

Jungkook allows you to ogle at him, confidently wrapping his palm around the base of his cock, hissing slightly at the sensation as he looks down at it, allowing spit to accumulate behind his lips before a string of it escapes and lands right onto his length to help the glide of his palm. Your eyes widen at the sight, hand replacing his as he guides your motions, giving an experimental squeeze and enjoying how his abs tense up.

“I’ve been patient for a long time Y/N. You said you want me right?” You’re nodding instantly, eyes looking away from his shiny length to stare up at him. “How do you want me?”

“Jungkook, just get over here.” He doesn’t resist when you let go of his cock, hands gripping his arm to yank him back onto the bed in a clumsy heap. His legs are a tangled mess, nearly ramming his forehead with yours from the force, shared laughter filling the air as you situate yourself. Jungkook had pictured this a thousand times and this is exactly how he imagined it, full of soft kisses, hushed laughter and goofy smiles, playfulness mixed in with lust all coming together perfectly to make the two of you.

As he settles between your thighs, your sodden folds inches from his length, you can see the look on his face as his eyes glance in between both of your nightstands. Already knowing the question that was about to spill out, you beat him to the punch. “You don’t need one, if you don’t want to. I’m on birth control, and haven’t been with anyone since…” you trail off, not needing to specify.

Jungkook tries not to look too excited, really, but it’s hard. Every one of his lewd fantasies had involved being able to feel you entirely, and if your thoughts from that night were anything to go by, you definitely want the same. It takes him a second to speak, having to swallow properly to prevent himself from choking on his saliva and embarrassing himself in front of you. “I’m clean, I promise.”

“I trust you,” you smile, biting down onto your bottom lip as he fists his cock, slowly leading it to your dripping center. His free hand rests on your inner thigh, softly palming the skin as the head of his cock nudges against your entrance, pushing past the tight ring of muscles and into your heat. With his gaze locked down to where you connect, he sees inch by inch sink into you, finally bottoming out with a shared gasp.

Jungkook leans over you properly now, hand sliding up to lace with yours as the other rests beside your head, just taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of your velvety walls wrapped tightly around his cock. You welcome the stretch, the curve of his length inside you, how he cages you in with his body, eyes full of want staring directly at you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze because he knows he can’t properly form a sentence right now.

“Fuck me, please.” With his hips pressed flush against yours, he’s slowly inching back, letting you get used to his size with each thrust. It doesn’t take long before he’s rearing back entirely, thrusting forward with a wet squelch, corner of his lips curling up into a smirk when you moan out his name. Your hand curls around his shoulder, fingers digging into his back to keep yourself steady from the force of his hips.

Each time the head of his cock would nudge against your bundle of nerves, your nails would sink into his skin, leaving half moon indents that left him groaning in pleasure. Jungkook hadn’t outright told you, but it had become increasingly obvious that he has a slight kink for pain, practically mewling above you as you scratch his back, fucking you with more determination than before.

“You feel so good,” he rasps, slotting his lips with yours in a messy kiss. The back of your headboard starts to rattle against the wall, bouncing back in time with his hips, and it brings you back to the filthy thoughts you had before. How often you’d hear the same sounds on the opposite side, mixing in with the sharpness of skin connecting together, and you want it. So badly.

“J-jungkook,” you breathe out, letting him pepper more kisses onto you, hips never slowing down. “Can you do something for me?” The tone you use, coated in sugar so sweet he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.

“Anything.”

It’s hard to concentrate on anything else while his cock continues to fuck into you, turning your mind into mush each time he sunk all the way in. He can see the way you try to focus, eyes falling shut with the cutest pout on your kiss swollen lips, finally grabbing onto the reigns of your mind as you spit it out. “Wanna feel you—fuck—spank me, please.”

Only then do his hips slow down, cock throbbing inside of you, fighting the urge to cum before fulfilling your request. The only confirmation that he was agreeing, wholeheartedly, comes when he pulls out of you, moving too quickly for you to protest at the loss of contact. The room spins for a second as his hands grip onto your hips and flip you over with ease, palms gripping the globes of your ass and softly patting them with a chuckle.

“Of course baby,” he murmurs, hooking his arm underneath your stomach to haul you up onto your knees, allowing you to steady yourself before he’s sliding into you once again. The change in position has you keening, his cock sinking deeper than before, the wetness dripping out of you helping him maintain the earlier pace he had. Your hands fist the sheets beneath you, back arching in ecstasy as he hits your g-spot with precision, a tiny shriek of his name making him smile.

Jungkook keeps you on edge, strong hands gripping the skin of your hips tightly, mouth dropping open while he pants at the way you pulse around his cock, leaving it coated in your slick. His hand slides down to your ass, a gentle touch being your only warning before he’s pulling his hand back and delivering a swift slap to your skin. Your reaction is immediate, an unrestrained moan sounding like music to his ears. The sharp sting spreads directly to your core, your head bowing forward as you mentally beg him for more, your wish being granted seconds later when he repeats it on the other side.

If the wet sounds of his cock fucking you weren’t filthy enough, the added slap of his palm across your ass definitely topped it off. Jungkook had never seen you so needy, thighs coated in your arousal, gushing around him each time he spanked you until you were creaming his cock. The greedy way your walls suck him in, wanting him closer, deeper than ever, left him mesmerized.

His hand soothes the dull throb on your skin, a trembling breath reaching his ears as he leans over your back, lips kissing up your spine up until reaching your shoulder. Hot pants of breath hit your skin, making you shiver as his lips trail along the edge of your ear. “Feel good?”

“Y-yes,” you mewl, voice trembling from the pleasure, rutting your hips in time with his.

Jungkook’s way of love was a breath of fresh air for you, rough enough to exhilarate you, the force of his hips leaving you scrambling for purchase to prevent you from face planting onto the sheets, gripping onto your hair and tugging it back with enough force to make your body tingle. But it was intertwined with adoration, sweet praise whispered into your ear, lacing his fingers with yours to let you feel secure.

“You’re never getting rid of me baby,” he groans out. The low rasp in his voice makes you tremble, neck straining from his grip in your hair but the burn feels too good to pull away. His small confession has your heart skipping, eyes slipping shut to bask in the overwhelming feeling surrounding you.

“Good,” you manage to pant, “would never dream of it.” After four years of friendship, the beginning stages of getting to know each other, figuring out the right ways to flow with your different personalities, it's all out of the way now, so it’s incredibly easy for you to picture a steady future with him. The breakfast gossiping, shameless club outings, chaotic game nights with snacks thrown at each other, you want everything you already have with him and more. What you have, so rooted in sincerity, built off mutual respect for each other, blossoming into love so pure, you can’t imagine having this with anyone else.

“Y/N,” he gasps, the pulsing of your walls bringing him closer to his climax. “I’m close.”

You can only hum in agreement, burying your face into your pillow when he releases the grip he has in your hair, nipples rubbing against the sheets in time with his thrusts, the sensitivity sending sparks throughout you. Both his hands grip your hips again, dimpling the skin as he quickens his pace, the tantalizing roll of his hips intent to send you over before him. His eyes trail over the curve of your back, how you arch it further to feel more of him, sliding down to your ass, seeing the way it bounces back with each snap of his hips, how you weakly rut back onto him, pussy clamping around his length as your orgasm approached.

Jungkook slides his hand around you, trailing across your tummy before slipping between your thighs to the spot you needed him most. Even with your face buried in the sheets, the moan you let out is loud enough for Jungkook to hear perfectly, body shuddering as he flicks across your clit in tight circles.

“Kook, I’m cumming—fuck,” you shout out, white heat enveloping your body as you get sent over the edge. Your mind blanks for a minute, the intensity of your orgasm crashing over you so suddenly, making your limbs tense up while every nerve ending lights up. The only thing you can think of is him, chanting out your name while you pulse around him, sweet words coaxing you through your high, thumb rubbing along the skin of your hips as he never slows his pace.

As he fucks you through it, groaning out at how tight your walls are around him, you have to turn your head to gasp in a breath, face feeling hot from it all. You can feel how sweaty your skin has become, the back of your neck feeling sticky as your turn to get a glimpse of him, body still shuddering from the aftershocks.

Jungkook doesn’t have a care for his own volume now, moaning unabashedly as he pistons his hips into you with less grace than before. The soft mewls of overstimulation you let out just bring him closer to his release, thrusts getting sloppier as the pleasure takes over him.

“Fuck, baby-” he grunts out, mouth dropping open as he moans even louder, finally falling apart. He pushes further into you, head falling forward as his hips press flushed against your ass, warm spurts of his cum filling you up in a way that fulfills your dirtiest fantasies. A few more shallow thrusts has the two of you gasping, hearts pounding in your chests, coming down slowly as he finally stills.

A serene silence falls over you, the movie long turned off in the background, only the low glow of the television letting you know it was still on. With great hesitation, Jungkook finally pulls out of you, gulping when he sees the thick globs of cum spill from your core, dripping down your thighs before landing on the sheets in a sinful mess. Your sheets are well and truly ruined, Jungkook would honestly suggest tossing them in the trash judging by the damp spot directly beneath you.

With a small groan, you’re flopping fully onto your stomach, thighs no longer able to keep yourself up, the exhaustion creeping up on you. Jungkook chuckles when he hears you, soothing your back with a gentle massage. “You’re not sleeping in here babe.”

“Why not,” you slur, cheek pressed against your pillow, eyes already shut. All you wanted to do was lay here, preferably with his arms wrapped around you, but Jungkook clearly has other plans.

“Because it’s disgusting,” he laughs, giving you a few more seconds of rest before he’s moving around. The dip in the bed lets you know he’s gotten off, one eye peeking open to search for him, seeing him gathering his belongings from the floor.

“Where are you going?”

He shimmies back into his clothes with a grimace, gathering your own items before approaching you once more. “We are going next door and sleeping in my totally clean bed, c’mon.”

You only put up a fight for a second, secretly enjoying the way he helps you get dressed in your earlier clothes, heart swelling in your chest at how domestic it all feels. The mess in your room would have to be dealt with another day, the only important item being the ice cream that finds its way back into the freezer as you both head out of your apartment and swiftly enter his next door.

He’s just as delicate and careful in the shower, taking turns cleaning each other, large hands gripping your ass and giggling like a child when you wince at the small throb of pain you feel. Soft kisses are shared under the showerhead, warm water soothing your body as the room fogs up, sweet confessions scribbled on the glass in his messy writing, topped off with a heart. Jungkook stops you before you can wipe it away, shyly telling you that he’d like to see it reappear the next time he showers.

His bedroom was one you weren’t too familiar with, used to lounging in his living room the most, so as he settles into his bed after getting cozy in his pajamas, you wait for him to call you over before joining him. The coolness of his sheets has you sighing, snuggling into his side with a smile on your lips, one that Jungkook sees as he stares down at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Seeing you draped in his clothes, cuddled up beside him in a way you’ve never done before, makes him feel like a giddy teenager.

“Can I be honest?” he wonders, arm wrapping around you to pull you even closer to him. When you hum in confirmation, he laughs sheepishly. “I thought you were going to friendship dump me today.”

“What, why?”

Your head bobs up as he shrugs his shoulders. “The way you were acting reminded me of the last time you told me you wanted to focus on your relationship. I was just scared I was going to lose you again.”

The tone he uses makes your heart ache, the same guilt you felt these past few days coming back when you put yourself in his shoes. You had no idea that the way you were acting would affect him this way, never once imagining that he thought you would cut off this friendship while you were just coming to terms with the fact that you harbored strong feelings for him.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry,” you sigh, palm resting on his chest, feeling each beat of his heart, no longer racing like before, confident and steady in it’s pace because he knows you’re not going anywhere. “I’m stupid, and freaked out after what I did, and just needed to gather my thoughts before saying anything.”

He cranes his head away from you, a confused look on his face. “After what you did? What did you do?”

Fuck.

“Uhm,” you start with a strained laugh, refusing to look up at him out of embarrassment, but the truth has to come out so you power through it. “So, the night of the date, I sort of got home earlier than I told you I did.”

His eyes narrow at you, refusing to give anything away before he knew where this was going. “Okay, go on.”

“And I sort of heard you through the walls.” You look up at him now, your guilty stare spelling it out for him. His eyes widen before he can conceal his surprise, cheeks warming up instantly because oh boy, he knew exactly where this was going. “And then, I sort of...joined.”

“You lied to me!” he shouts, shocked smile on his face as he recalls the way you had replied to his texts, telling him you had just gotten home and going the extra mile to say you were in a totally different room when in reality, you were sprawled out in your bed after just getting off to the sound of him.

Filthy. And also kind of hot. Jungkook was definitely into that, something he’ll totally proposition you into doing again because why not.

“I know! I couldn’t help it, it was so hot, and I felt so guilty. But, you’re technically the reason why my orgasm gave me my epiphany and let me realize I really do like you. So, I think I did us both a favor by being a dirty liar.” He’s laughing instantly, fingers gripping your cheeks to turn your head up, planting a firm kiss onto your lips obnoxiously.

“Alright, you’re forgiven. Plus, consider us even because I have definitely heard you getting off on your own plenty of times too.” A squeal of surprise fills the air as you swat at his chest, burying your face into his shirt and feeling the rumble of his laughter. It really wasn’t ever intentional. The walls are thin, you weren’t exactly quiet, and he couldn’t just lay there and ignore it. So call him an opportunist, or a pervert, because you were one too.

Jungkook is cheeky though, knowing how to get under your skin in the best way, and you can already tell you’re in for a ride when he gets close to your ear and whispers, “You wanna show me how you did it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you snort, peering up at him with mischief in your eyes.

“You did say I could torture you later.” He smiles innocently, fingers pinching your chin as he kisses you again. “It’s later.”

The sweet laughter that escapes you makes his heart skip a beat, still not able to come to terms that this was happening and wasn’t some dream of his that he’d wake up from. He kisses the tops of your cheeks first, then your nose, before reaching your lips, his hand gently caressing your skin. Jungkook had no intention of torturing you tonight, knowing how tired you typically were after work on a normal day, and after drawing two orgasms out of you that left you shaking, he knows how close you are to sleep with the way your eyes droop.

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t give up on crushes and love?” he mumbles against your lips, inching back to stare down at you.

“I’m glad I stopped looking for it in the wrong places.” Your hands wrap around his neck, toying with his hair before pulling him back to you, reattaching your lips because you just couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

Every single moment you shared, from moving in and awkwardly trying to get to know each other, the ups and downs of failed relationships, the push that started it all at the club, and every almost moment in between brought you full circle to right now. There probably won’t be a moment where you don’t wish you had done this sooner, worked past your worry of ruining a good friendship in fear of what could happen, but the past helped mold you into who you are, strengthening your relationship to be the way it is now.

Right now had you thinking of the future, and there was nothing more exciting than that.

#jungkook smut #heartsforbts #btswritingcafe #btsghostie #bangtansorciere #bangtaninn #btscreatorscorner #jeongguk smut #jeon jungkook #bts smut #jungkook fluff #new

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invisible-pink-toast · 3 years

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Jane the Virgin is still the most aggravating show ever when it comes to a love story.

So we have the protagonist Jane Villanueva:

She’s sweet, a romantic, a writer, a know-it-all, tries to be the best at Everything and family is the most important thing to her. She deserves all the good things.

As for love interests we have:

Michael Cordero

Who she marries! When they’re engaged early in season 1 there’s a lot of drama and they break up - and then they both grow as people and learn to be good friends before eventually getting back together and getting married.

He’s a very sweet guy who cares about Jane more than anything! He puts her safety ahead of his romantic feelings, he helps save her abuela in secret but doesn’t tell her it was him because he didn’t want her to think he was doing it to get her back, he loves her son Mateo and comes to think of him as his own son. His response to her being a virgin who’s saving herself until marriage is “okay, we’ll have to wait until we’re married then”.

They are best friends who understand each other so deeply, they support each other, respect each other, have fun and are honestly just so sweet together.

Until he dies. And it’s honestly insanely heartbreaking (and foreshadowed from s1 so it’s all planned) but Jane’s grief is very real and it takes her years to move forwards and it’s made so clear that she will always love Michael.

until the writing went to complete shit and they brought him back in the last season with amnesia and a personality change into an asshole and ruined everything and it was so messy and didn’t make any sense fuck

The next love interest is

Petra Solano

The only good thing about the second half of the show was Petra and Jane’s relationship. Throughout the show these two balance each other out and bring out both the best (and sometimes worst) of each other. Jane listens to and protects Petra even when Petra’s still an antagonist, Petra goes out of her way to secret grand gestures for Jane (like BUYING HER A HOUSE get you a gal pal like that).

Petra, the ever confident ice queen, nervously asks Jane out (the show literally calls it a date), they have brunch together every week to support each other and keep their children close. They become best friends and each other’s family! They also literally: have a big public ‘I love you!’ confession, technically sort of get engaged, have a dance number where they almost kiss and people assume they’re together.

People thought Petra was bi because of her interactions with Jane, and in season 4 Petra does come out as bisexual! Jane also considers that she might be bisexual and she totally is. The show threw in a couple of “we’re sisters!” lines towards the end of the show to try to alleviate some of the romantic tension but I’ve never known two sisters to almost make out with each other.

After Michael died and Jane had time and closure, Petra was the perfect love interest for her. But the writers were cowards.

Next up on the love interests is

Adam Alvaro

Adam was Jane’s first love! They nearly got married at 19 (which was a terrible idea and luckily didn’t happen). But then years later Adam unknowingly moved into Jane and Michael’s old house and found a hidden love letter Michael had written. Adam thought it showed what love should truly be about and it changed how he lived his life. And three years later he found out that the letter belonged to his Jane and he returned it and they were reunited.

He brings love and fun back into Jane’s life. She’s reminded what it’s like to feel alive again. He knows how important her book about her and Michael is - so he makes a cover for it! When she finds out he’s bisexual she does freak out a bit (which I think was more the writers trying to start drama because she’s super chill with Petra being bi) but they have a very lovely heart-to-heart.

They really start to fall for each other, until the terrible writing booted him from the show (the episode after he came out btw) when he suddenly breaks up with Jane to move across the country. I never really felt like these two were going to end up together, but they could have if they kept developing their relationship. Anyway they were sweet and their relationship deserved better.

Next up is:

No one!

This is a love story, but the heart of this show was always familial love, not romantic love. The three generations of Villanueva women - Alba, Xo and Jane - and their bond is so important. And as the show progresses their family extends - to Jane’s father Rogelio and her baby Mateo (as well as more found family like Petra). And Jane’s writing is so important to her as well!

Although I wanted Jane to get a partner who loved her, if the show ended with Jane happy with her family, publishing her book about their story (perhaps with an optimistic outlook for future romance) I would’ve been happy.

But no. Even with all those options that’s not what the show did.

They set her up with this abusive creep, Raphael Solano.

In season 1 it seems like he’s the “perfect guy” but after he and Jane get together it turns out he: puts work above all else, doesn’t handle any setbacks well and gets drunk and angry, doesn’t listen to Jane and gets defensive and petty when she tries to talk to him about it, has a terrible reaction to her telling him she’s a virgin, then breaks her heart “for her own good” only to backtrack like two episodes later and try to get her to forget about that and get back together with him. What a keeper.

Then it season 2 he: lies to her, forces Michael away from her, manipulates her, multiple times during fights Raphael tries to get up in her space and she has to say things like ‘Leave. Now!’ or ‘Let me pass!’

Admittedly, after they break up, I started to like Raphael. I liked that on Jane and Michael’s wedding day, he was still so in love with Jane that he wanted to confess, but he kept it to himself and was just there for her. I liked that he made his children his top priority. I like that he mellowed out, that he took responsibility for his own actions, that he was there for Jane after Michael died (especially that sweet flashback at Michael’s funeral), that he and Jane became good friends.

Them as good friends was wonderful! But apparently men and women can’t be friends in this show. I think if the writing was good, they could have pulled it off with them getting back together and being happy (like they did with Jane and Michael).

But Jane and Raphael get back together once the writing goes to hell.

He is pushy, aggressive, jealous. When things get hard he once again just gets drunk and aggressively lashes out at Jane (who has done nothing wrong but feels like she’s to blame). When he finds out Michael (AKA Jane’s husband) is alive which is terrible writing, he doesn’t tell Jane and instead has sex with her! And the scene is so weird and intense, it’s got major rape vibes especially considering she’s consenting while he’s holding back critical information.

I can understand that finding out your partner’s dead husband was still alive would be awful for you, the current boyfriend. But taking it out on your girlfriend is horrible!

Raphael also does things like: once again break Jane’s heart, pick fights all the time, turn their son Mateo against her in their break up, have an absolute meltdown when Jane suggests Mateo has ADHD (which he does), refuse to even consider testing their son, threatening for sole custody when Jane does the test anyway and finds out that yes, Mateo has ADHD.

Like if his shitty behaviour was just early on that would be bad, but if he realised how wrong he was, apologised and did better, that would probably be okay. But his shitty behaviour continues throughout the entire show, right up until the end. He treats Jane like crap and the show NEVER holds him accountable for it, instead treating their relationship as an epic romance.

When the show finished my sister’s friend was 15 - and she loved Raphael and thought their relationship was so romantic. And that’s terrible! It’s terrible that this young girl thinks that the way that creep treats women is not only okay but romantic!!! AAAAAAAAAA!?!?!?!

And there were so many good, happy, healthy options for romance of love or honestly any kind of ending rather than the one the show went with. I stopped watching the show at the end of season 4 after I realised it was only going to get worse. I still kept up with it (a tiny part of me thought Jane and Petra wasn’t just queerbaiting but might really happen) but am very glad I stopped watching because it was just terrible.

#i think i'm over this show and it pulls me back in and disappoints me all over again #i get so mad honestly there were so many ways it could've been good and it was one of the worst things in television history #jane the virgin #jtv #villadero #jane x michael #jane x petra #jetra #jane villanueva #my post #my meta

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vodkassassin · 3 years

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Inspired by your Jiuplane fic, Everyone loves SQH series and Nighthaunting's work.

Shen Jiu has never actually spared much attention to An Ding. While he doesn't consider them less-his past would never allow himself to look at anyone being derided for doing 'servant duties' less- he also doesn't pay much attention to them. Ever since Shang Qinghua modified the teleportation talismans for transporting large amounts of goods between the Peaks, An Ding disciples have all but disappeared from view. Shen Qingqiu occasionally saw a groundskeeper or a cook return back to An Ding but that was about it. He was pretty sure that people outside the sect saw more of the Logistics Peak than the people in it. And during meetings Shang Qinghua barely makes a sound, just records whatever was he was supposed to and just vanish off to his peak the minute the meeting inevitably ended in chaos. It was like An Ding never existed.......in hindsight, that should have been suspicious. But Shen Qingqiu never even noticed glaring absence and he would forever berate himself for that. It happened quite unexpectedly. Shen Qingqiu was supposed to go on mission with Qi Qingqi, the only Peak Lord he could tolerate beyond a certain period of time but Xuan Shu Peak suddenly had an emergency that she had to take care. Mu Qingfang was busy with preparing the Baying Moon Jade Orchid that he had been given (Really that should've tipped him off! Those flowers were ludicrously expensive because they only grow in the Demon Realm and Mu Qingfang had been given an entire crate of them along with his monthly supplies!), and the only other Peak Lords available were Liu Qingqe and Shang Qinghua. The choice was obvious.

The mission was relatively simple. Wan Jian disciples had been sent as a response to a request for assistance from a cluster of villages deep in a mountain valley. The disciples had found evidence of a large monster but it seemed to be intelligent and the presence of cultivators had run it off to a cave system. By the trails it left and it's actions, the lead disciple had judged it too dangerous for normal disciples, especially in the enclosed spaces of a cave system and had reported to his Peak Lord. The mission thus had been entered into the Peak Lords' roster. It should have been routine, should have been simple. But Shen Qingqiu had the world's worst luck and so everything turned sideways within ten minutes of them entering the cave.

First of all, the monster seemed to have destabilized the cave so they got caved in. Secondly, it wasn't a monster at all but a demonic beast, a Thousand Screams of Ruin Swan, a rabid thing that was created when someone forcibly corrupted a Thousand Screams Swan with too much demonic qi. And finally, the beasts absolutely hated each other. A Thousand Screams Swan had the ability to gauge the truth and a lie in its presence would not only prompt the most ear piercing of all screeches but also destabilizes the qi of the liar in particular and produce unimaginable pain. The southern demon courts use the swan in interrogations, putting the accused and the swan in enclosed spaces and the interrogators questioning from behind a sound muffling seal. However if the swan were overloaded with too much malicious qi, it would grow to enormous sizes and it's screech would actually cause death to anyone in the vicinity. In this state it was called a Thousand Screams of Ruin Swan. So after every interrogation the beast is taken for purification. The question is how a pair of valuable demonic beasts from the Southern Demon courts end up in a remote village far away from the borderlands?

If it was any other situation, Shen Qingqiu would've been fascinated. But as it was he had no time to dawdle. The confined space of the caves meant that the screeches of the swan would be magnified in intensity and their muffling shields were already cracking under the pressure of the sound waves. If they did, they would be dead as their qi system would be destabilized enough to cause a painful death. Shen Qingqiu, with his already unstable qi was extremely vulnerable in this situation. With Shang Qinghua having no combat ability to think of, they were completely under the mercy of two rabid S-rank demonic beasts who hated them and each other.

Then the shields cracked. Shen Qingqiu barely had time to close off his hearing using qi before Shang Qinghua disappeared into one of the caves with a beast after him. On one hand Shen Qingqiu now had to worry about only one Thousand Scream of Ruin Swan. On the other hand, no hearing was a double edged sword in a situation like this and there was no back up, negligible as it would have been. But he marshalled his focus and unsheathed Xiu Ya. If that overgrown bird thought that the Qing Jing Peak Lord was going down without a fight, it was wrong.

Two hours later the fight was still going on. His head was hurting only from being flung into the stone walls of the cave but also from sealing off his hearing for so long. The Beast's rampage had destroyed one of the cave walls and they had both fallen into a lake within the cave system. Shen Qingqiu had somehow managed to pull himself out of the water, not being stupid enough to fight a water fowl in water. He was exhausted, looked like a wet rag and was bleeding. There was no sign of Shang Qinghua and that either meant he was dead or that Shen Qingqiu was so far off from the main caves that he wouldn't be found in time. While the former was more likely, he at least hoped that Shang Qinghua made it to the surface and called for help because as much as he hated to admit it, that brute Liu Qingqe and his brutish sword would be helpful at the moment. He was tiring and his core couldn't hold on any longer while the beast was all but brimming in energy. It lunged and the Peak Lord futilely brought up his sword, knowing it wouldn't do anything, realizing that this was the end of Shen Jiu, dead by a rabid bird in a fucking cave. And then...there was light.

Lightning, there was lightning in the cave, huge arcs of it racing towards the beast and striking it over and over, the lake water acting as a conductor and exacerbating the damage. And on a ledge, was a creature wearing Shang Qinghua. Because that couldn't be Shang Qinghua. Shang Qinghua was a mousy, nervous, skittish mess of a man. Non obtrusive, and a pushover. He was weak and had no combat abilities to speak of. He barely had a core....except that wasn't true was it? None of them had ever seen Shang Qinghua fight. None of them had ever felt the power of his core. Shang Qinghua always ran solo and the occasional company of his head disciple so none of them had been on a mission with him. In fact, none of them knew anything about Shang Qinghua. They just assumed that he was weak...because he was An Ding and acted like a coward. But now it was clear Shen Qingqiu that it was by design. It should have impossible to constantly keep up a facade like that but looking at the imperious creature watching on dispassionately at the Demonic Beast writhing in his lightning, Shen Qingqiu knew that the impossible had been done.

The creature that was Shang Qinghua jumped down from the ledge and made his way to Shen Qingqiu. He was clutching a Thousand Screams Swan now back to its original size. He was barefoot. His clothing was ripped in places. A large slit too clean to be from the beast ran up both his legs just shy of his hips revealing long legs adorned in gorgeous ink patterns climbing up them and disappearing up the torso. It was clear Shang Qinghua cut them up to increase mobility. The sleeves were also ripped, also covered with beautiful tattoos and the high collar of the robes were open showing off beautiful collar bones. His hair was left free and falling russet waves down his back to his knees and with each shift Shen Qingqiu could see a silver shine of what seems to be metal strings woven into it. He was... He was a vision.

Shang Qinghua was always covered. He wore high collar robes that never showed an inch of skin on his body. So seeing him with his legs and arms and his collar visible, it was obscene! Shen Qingqiu realized to horror that he was blushing. His entire face was burning! Shang Qinghua must have succubus blood in him! He must have! Shen Qingqiu is not the type to blush at every pretty face! He hoped to the gods that Shang Qinghua just think of his blushing face as a result of exertion.

As Shang Qinghua drew closer, Shen Qingqiu noticed something strange. Gauntlets. Silver gauntlets carved with seals. Two on the ankles, two on the wrists. And one collar on the neck. Hidden underneath high collar robes as they were, this was the first time Shen Qingqiu had ever seen them. At first they looked like enhancers and looking at the lightning still attacking the beast which seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, it seemed most likely. But Shen Qingqiu was done assuming things about Shang Qinghua. And he was right, because closer inspection revealed the seals to be limiters. Shen Qingqiu for the first time since he became a Peak Lord, was truly astonished. Limiter seals active on five points on the body and undoubtedly forming a restructure five point qi circuit and still manages to defeat two S class demonic beasts? Incredible. Shen Qingqiu wanted to know everything about him. He wanted to burrow underneath his skin. He has never wanted anything more.

After the Beast shrunk down somehow, Shang Qinghua retrieved it with a talisman that seemed to be some sort of Binding. He silently clutched the swans together and made his way to one of the caves, silently motioning for Shen Qingqiu to follow. As they made their way up the caves, Shen Qingqiu looked at his mysterious companion and told him what he was adamant about from the moment he saw the other bring down the wrath of the heavens,

"You can't hide from me anymore."

Shang Qinghua was silent. Then, like a whisper of silk on soft skin, he replied,

"I can try."

Shen Qingqiu smirked,

"Yes you can. But you won't succeed."

The Xiu Ya sword looked the two beasts the other was holding, two Thousand Screams Swans.

"Is Shang Lei even a real name? "

The other didn't answer and that was an answer in itself. Shen Qingqiu couldn't wait to have him.

Anon oh my god this is GORGEOUS!!! Thank you for feeding me, it was delicious!! Bamf SQH! Beautiful SQH! Badass, pretty, mysterious SQH!!!! Attractive as hell, an unattainable prospect!!!

@nighthaunting look look, it’s our writing child

#SCREAMING #jiuplane #this is beautiful #thank you anon #anon ask #anon fanfic #anonymous #vodka answers

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marycecilyy · 3 years

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Hey could you do headcanons for the mcl guys (or if not all of them castiel, armin, and kentin) when their S/O is a famous singer? Thank you❤

Oh god this turned out so longer than I expected huahahushaushu

First of all, these are too long to be headcanons, all three of them have more than 1k words each. Also, I changed a bit the prompt. It's more like "Candy has the dream of becoming a famous singer". The rest you'll see... I'll only say that I'm very proud of this one ;)

Castiel, Armin and Kentin with a Candy that wishes to be a famous singer

Castiel

Castiel wasn’t one to be friendly to new students, but he knew you weren’t like any other when you came to him and asked if Winged Skull was one of his favorite bands too. He was shocked to know that there was another person at Sweet Amoris who enjoyed the same bands as him. Yes, bands (in plural). After he answered that, yes, Winged Skull was his favorite band of all times, you started talking about your common interests and discovered that there were many.

He was a very closed off guy, but somehow you managed to break into his skull in a short time and, in a few months, you turned into best friends.

When Debrah came back and that whole situation happened, your fight with Castiel had a lot of impact over you. In your head, you had just lost your best friend forever. Fortunately. Lysander not only helped you recover from the blow and gave you energy to gather your friends and expose Debrah, but also helped you admit to yourself that, you did have feelings for Castiel.

Once she was unmasked and ran away like a coward, things quickly came back to normal. In less than one week, you had restored your reputation, your friends apologized for misjudging you, Castiel and you were once again friends. The only difference was that you knew that you were in love with him.

You didn’t tell him about your feelings right away, you decided to keep your friendship and focus a bit on your lifelong goal: become a music star. You started learning how to sing properly and doubled the days of your guitar lessons. Castiel even helped you get into the music club (they were full when you got into Sweet Amoris, but he found a way to enroll you).

You knew that your chances of actually becoming famous were pretty low, the market was difficult and depended a lot on having the right contacts. That was why, while you tried putting your name out there, your plan was to get a degree in music as soon as you finished high school. Antheros Academy offered a good education and was close, it was your best option.

As you channeled your energies towards your goal, Castiel started to acknowledge his own sentiment towards you. He liked to watch your focused face as you tuned your guitar and your singing voice earned a sweet accent all of the sudden. He always considered you a special girl, but, to his surprise, feelings were starting to develop inside his closed off chest.

That was why, as soon as he won those concert tickets on a raffle, he knew he’d take you there as your first date. Luckily for him, you accepted right away. Castiel had a feeling that night would be something else.

And it really was, as he kissed you, without even thinking it through, when the vocalist sung what he knew was your favorite tune. When you kissed him back, he wrapped his hands over your waist and lifted you up, feeling your warm lips open up for him.

The months that followed were full of bliss. With you and Castiel officially dating, the school had a lot to talk about. Amber pestered you quite a bunch of times, but that didn’t mess with your relationship at all. Everything was perfect, as it was supposed to be.

But that didn’t last long. Right after you finished high school, your dad had to move to another town because of his job and you had no choice but to go too. You were sure that your relationship would survive the distance, after all, you were in love. This situation would be worked out.

Castiel came to your new house a couple of times and you two called frequently, but in the end distance started to grow between the both of you… and it hurt. Knowing that Castiel was sad made you miserable and you decided to break up before it became unbearable.

You lost your count of how many nights you cried thinking about him.

4 years later.

You were zipping your jeans up when you heard a knock on your dressing room’s door. Who could it be? Your parents had already congratulated you over the phone, there was no one supposed to come that night. Did your manager schedule a press interview for after the show?

You put on your shirt and told whoever was on the other side to wait. When you finally opened the door, your jaw almost fell. You couldn’t believe he was there.

He looked exactly like in the magazines, (a bit less photoshopped, but that was to expect. You went through that as well and it sucked). His hair was shoulder-length and he wore a black shirt that showed off the tattoos up to the middle of his arm. He wore some light makeup, most on his skin, which you deduced his manager made him put on. Castiel looked like you expected him to after all those years, but one thing about him surprised you.

His eyes, although more mature and serious, had the same brightness as before.

"Are ya going to keep staring like that?” He asked and you noticed you had just been looking at him for a solid minute.

“Sorry. Come in.” You said and made space for him to enter the room. For your luck, there was nothing private to be seen, you had the habit of leaving your clothes and personal belongings messy and only cleaning up the second you had to go.

Castiel cleared his throat. An awkward silence hung between you. You hadn’t been alone with each other ever since the breakup. You two were two of the biggest stars of nowadays rock music, but you barely had any opportunity to talk. Not that you haven’t tried, it was the opposite. You avoided contact. Your fans knew you had dated in high school (you used to have pictures on your personal instagrams and fans were quick to dig over old accounts to find information about their idols), so they never expected a feat or any kind of collab. Everyone knew that you weren’t on best terms.

You remembered just a couple of days ago, when you were interviewed for one of those talk shows. The host made a lot of personal questions about Castiel and even asked if you would get back with him if you had the chance. You tried to avoid answering, but the public instantly read your unconscious signs: yes, you would.

That was why, you assumed, he was there. To make things clear. After all, because of you yours and his fans started shipping you two and got you on twitter’s trending topics. He probably was pissed. There was also a possibility of him wanting to take advantage of the situation, maybe propose a fake relationship? No, that wasn’t like him. Or was it? You barely knew him anymore.

“So… you probably guessed why I’m here. I saw your interview” You were right, then. “And I want to make things clear.” Ouch. You should prepare for the blow. “Look, we both know time has passed and we’re not the same as before. You broke up to avoid more suffering, and I get that. I really do.”

Castiel crossed his arms and glared at you. You looked back at him with fear, fear of knowing what his next words would be. “But...?” You asked.

“Tsk.” He huffed. This would be more difficult than he thought. “Look, little girl…” You felt a shiver run through your spine at the sound of the old nickname he gave you. You had always loved it, even though you didn’t say it out loud. After what felt like hours, he continued. “I don’t want to be cheesy, that’s not like me. So I’ll just say that if what all of the fans are theorizing is true.... If you do want to try again....”

Castiel took your hand and you jumped in surprise. He turned your palm to him and grabbed a pen from his back pocket. He wrote down a phone number on your hand and let go of it, capped the pen and turned around to go.

"That's my personal number. It’s pretty useful if you wanna call me without having to schedule an appointment with my manager.” You managed to laugh. You knew exactly how these things were annoying.

Inside, you were bursting with excitement. However, you answered playfully “Hm…. I’ll think about it, mr. Rockstar” Castiel chuckled and excused himself, saying that his manager would get pissed at him if he took too long. You smiled.

Maybe it was not over, after all.

Armin

When you told Armin, very early on your friendship, that your dream was to become a famous singer, he got so excited for you. He already knew that you played the guitar and was good at singing, but he had no idea that you wanted to make this your career path.

You couldn’t have chosen a better partner. Being the tech nerd that Armin was, he helped you a lot in recording your covers with the best quality possible considering the amateur camera and microphone you had.

However, the times that his presence most comforted you was when you showed him your new songs. He was always eager to see your composing progress and gave you pure honesty in his feedback, keeping in mind that he was no expert but still wanted to help you.

You always asked him for a way to return his favors, but he always said that it was his duty as your best friend to support you and that it was more than enough having you to talk about all his geek interests.

As time passed, you started to notice that you liked him way more as a friend. Without an idea of what to do, you asked Rosa and Alexy for advice. They were your closest friends apart from your crush (and you couldn’t run to him in that situation, duh)

After a dozen pro tips and date ideas from them, you decided to take Armin to the movies (basic, you knew, but couldn’t go wrong).

When you asked him if he was available Saturday night, you didn’t say properly “Hey, we’re going on a date”. Actually, you didn’t mention the word “date” at all, hoping that he would read between the lines.

And he did, because as soon as you sat and the film started, Armin grabbed your hand that was resting in the armrest and entwined your fingers. You couldn’t pay attention to what was going on screen at all and your attention was completely drawn from the movie when the boy grabbed your chin and brought your lips to his.

You only stopped kissing when the lights went on and the credits started scrolling.

“Hey…” You asked as soon as you two left the place, holding hands with him. “What was the movie about again?”

Armin laughed out loud. He teased you about it a lot before you made him confess that he didn’t know either.

A few days later, it was him who asked you out. You kept going on dates for the next week, all of them simple but interesting at the same time. However, you two weren’t dating. The whole school knew there was something going on between you two by the chuckles and timid kisses when you thought nobody saw them, but you didn’t make things official… yet. But that was about to change.

It was friday and you invited Armin over to “study” (he was sure that the afternoon would be spent between videogames and kisses, but if you wanted to call it a study session, it was okay for him).

As he comfortably sat on your bed as if it were his own, you told him to wait as you brought him some juice. When you came back, he was already grabbing his nintendo switch from his bag.

“What makes you think that we’re here to game?” You teased, handing him the glass.

“Come on, Candy, we both know that none of us are interested in learning orbital hybridization…”

“Maybe I am. I really need a good grade on those tests.” You approached him and held his jaw up so your foreheads touched. With a trailed voice, you continued. “Unless you have something more interesting to do in mind...”

Armin opened up that playful smile of his. “Oh, I do, actually.” In a quick movement that caught you off guard, he threw you in bed and started pampering you with kisses all over your face. You couldn’t stop laughing from how his hands tickled your belly, but you managed to stop him. “W-Wait, Armin!”

He looked at you, confused. “What?”

As you caught your breath, you explained that there was something you wanted to show him first. You got off the bed and went to grab your guitar that was hung up on the free wall of your bedroom.

“Did you compose a new song?” Armin deducted as you sat in front of him again, this time with your guitar in hands.

“You’ll see.” You tuned your instrument under his curious gaze. When you felt satisfied with the sound, you looked back at him. Armin didn’t miss the blush that coloured your cheeks. “I know you’d never do it, but I have to ask even so: promise you won’t laugh.”

You started playing the first chords of the song you had finished composing just a few days before. Usually, you composed simple songs that anyone could identify with, songs about friendship, inspiration, changing the world. You never wrote about your personal feelings. The notes never made you cry.

This song was special, though, because it was about him.

The day it hit you that you had feelings for him, you had the idea of writing random verses that could one day fit into a new song. After your first date, you felt so overwhelmed that, looking at the words, you decided to turn them into a song. You didn’t think it would turn into something so personal and emotional. Every note, every word, everything was clearly about him, that dorky geek you had fallen in love with.

Falling deeper every time

I can’t help but think, oh my

I’m through, but I don’t mind

Would you trade you 2D girls

For this hopeless lover

That just wants your heart?

I’ll just say that he got the message very clearly and, as soon as you finished playing, he practically jumped on you, kissing your lips with such tenderness that you almost teared up.

Of course, he asked you to be his girlfriend XD

Kentin

The first time he heard about your dream, he was still little Ken. It was one of your first days at Sweet Amoris and you two were eating cookies in the staircase. You were ranting about how sad you were that the music club was already full and you couldn’t join. Ken asked you the reason why you were so upset.

“Well… There weren’t those kind of classes in our old school. Learning how to play an instrument and sing, even during extra classes would be so cool! If I went well, maybe I’d be able to convince my dad to pay me for some private classes and then I’d be one step closer to my dream!”

“Your dream?” Ken muttered.

“Yeah! I want to become a famous singer in the future! I know that it’s impossible and even kinda silly, but-”

“No, Candy! It’s not silly at all!” Ken said. Learning more about you made him happy and he didn’t want you to think for even a second that your dream was worthless. “You shouldn't be ashamed of dreaming big. You’ll have a long, difficult path to walk through, but when you get there - and you have my word on that - I’ll be cheering for you!”

“Ken... “ You flashed your best smile at him. It meant a lot to you to have his support, he was a kind person and a very good friend (he did cross a few limits with his adoration for you, but you weren’t bothered by it). You liked being around him a lot.

-x-

“Kentin!” You threw yourself in his arms and gave him a tender kiss. “Good morning.”

Your boyfriend chuckled and held your hand, walking with you through the hallway. You talked about how your weekend had been and, between light smiles and sweet kisses, you thought of how quickly things changed between you two.

When he came back from military school, a lot of things had changed in him, including his nickname. You were facing a new person and it had been a challenge discovering Kentin and building a new relationship with him.

Even though he was a different person from before, one thing didn’t change at all and you noticed it clearly: he still liked you. Obviously he was no longer that guy who professed his feelings to everyone and followed you everywhere, he had found new ways to show you his love. You enjoyed that more mature version of him, but wished he had the opportunity to grow into a man without all the trauma he went through. You knew that most of his growth had been through suffering, and that upset you.

You didn’t know when, but somewhere into your friendship you started to grow feelings for him too. After some coaxing from Rosa and Alexy, you managed to ask him out on an official date.

The whole school already knew that Kentin was head over heels for you, but everyone was shocked to know that you loved him back as your relationship became official.

“Hey, love.”

“What?” You asked your boyfriend back as soon as you got in front of your lockers. You started looking for your books, checking that day’s classes.

“I really liked that video you posted on youtube yesterday. I never heard that song before, did you compose it yourself?”

The book you held in your hand fell to the ground. “What video?” You whispered, eyes wide.

“What do you mean, babe? That video of you singing and playing the guitar. You uploaded it yesterday night. I saw right away, you know I have my notifications turned on to all your videos. I got surprised that you decided to finally show your face and sing something of your own and- Candy? Is everything okay?”

Kentin noticed your face and got worried for you. You looked absolutely terrified.

“That video… How did you see it? I posted it as private”

“No, you didn't. It was public.” Kentin was starting to understand why you were so surprised. He put one hand on your back as you blushed and hid your face on his chest in embarrassment.

“Oh god, I can’t believe I did that! I’m so stupid! The first time I record something like that, I accidentally post it for everyone to see! Dumb, dumb Candy! Dang, now everyone’s gonna know I’m bad!”

“First of all.” Your boyfriend frowned, bringing you close to him. “You’re not dumb, you just made a mistake. And it’s okay, probably just a few people saw it. Last time I checked was before I went to sleep and it only had 20 views. But why are you so upset, Candy? Didn’t you tell me a few days ago that you were finally ready to show your face along with the covers. Did something happen to change your mind?”

“Well, I was not ready to show right away, especially not in a video that I looked terrible in. And it’s not just that. It was my first original song. I never showed it to anyone, what if it sucks?”

Kentin held your chin up and looked you in the eyes. “Candy, it doesn’t suck and you look great in the video!” You closed your eyes and snuggled close to him. “But I understand your concerns. Luckily, that can be solved if you delete the video. You’ll have other opportunities to get famous, and with better videos.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You reached for your phone and went to your youtube page. “Fu... No way…!”

Your hands trembled. Kentin was right, the video had few views (which was good). Only 50 people had seen it, but the problem wasn’t that. For your bad luck, one of those people had been Amber. You knew that because she had left three comments on your video.

AmberOfficial: lmaooooo

AmberOfficial: Thank you for the laughs. That’s hilarious

AmberOfficial: Just give up already, looser

“That girl....” Kentin grunted, looking at your phone screen. “I swear to you, Candy, I’ll make her regret this. I’ll-”

“You don’t need to, I’m fine.”

You untangled your arms from his torso and started walking away, trying your best to hide how upset you really were. Amber was right, your music sucked. You should give up on your dream of becoming a famous singer, not only because you were bad, but also because you could barely show your face to a few people without feeling like shit. You wouldn’t be able to deal with fame.

Kentin tried to call you, but you didn’t answer. He figured you needed some time alone. He could use that time to think of something to support you and get back at Amber.

-x-

You walked out of the bathroom, your eyes red and swollen from crying. You had already deleted the video, but you couldn’t stop feeling stupid for getting so upset by a few bad comments. And feeling stupid made you even more upset.

When you got to the hallway, it was empty due to classes having already started. You probably spent half an hour locked up, but at least no one would mess with you.

You went to the garden to get some fresh air and wait until the next class started. You sat at the bench, breathed in and finally calmed down a bit.

“Candy.”

You turned around, surprised to see your boyfriend. “Kentin! What are you doing here? Classes have already started.”

He just waved his hand in a “don’t worry about that” way and sat beside you. He kissed your cheek and took your hand, checking how you were. Seeing that you seemed to be more calm, he smiled lightly at you. “So… I talked to Armin. He already found out Amber’s password and he’ll hack into Amber’s youtube account. He’ll just mess with it for a bit, delete some videos and upload some random stuff. Nothing too bad, I promise, just some memes and rickrolls.”

“Hmm…” You muttered, thinking about what he said. It wasn’t right, for sure, but you didn’t feel like stopping them. You were still hurt. “Okay. Just promise you two won’t do something serious, okay?”

He agreed. You felt a bit better, but that wasn’t enough to lift your mood and Kentin knew that. That was why he also had something else prepared. "That 's not all. I did some quick search for places where you could record that music of yours with its deserved quality. You are a good composer, Candy, believe it. Your talent doesn’t have to stay hidden in a dark room with only you, a guitar and your cellphone recording it.”

“Kentin…”

“If you want to, I’ll help you rent a studio and record your song. That would be very useful for your portfolio. I know that’s expensive, but we can find ways to-” You cut him off with a kiss. He cared about you so much, to the point of skipping classes to think of ways to make you feel better. You loved your boyfriend so much…

Lucky. You felt lucky to have him.

“I love you. Thank you for taking care of me... “ You kissed his cheek, happy to have his support. That was more than enough at that moment, Amber’s words were far behind you. All that mattered was that you could go through this.

You had Kentin, and when you had him, you had your whole world holding you so you wouldn’t fall.

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