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hitsuackerman · 4 years

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Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.8

a/n: so nothing much happens here but in a way im just establishing how reader and her fam interact :)

warnings: this cannot be read solo, filler because author-chan needs a break xD

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 9

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased @infinite-universe-love @dirtypride @blackymomo03 @azzie

Inside his car, you were buckled in the front seat as he took the wheel. It felt weird seeing him drive his own vehicle. Though he looked good in it, if you were to be honest.

Your thoughts ran to the precinct. The cab which the chief took was heading that way. Recalling how he held on to his anger and chose to leave with silence was the worst thing that could ever happen. More so for tomorrow. Tadrona Manor was an hour’s drive from the city.

Playing with the zippers on your bag, you began to think of a plan. One that would be so unexpected that even the chief wouldn’t dare think of it as staged. Speaking of plans, you had to check your schedule again. How did he change your meetings and interviews? You had a feeling that the remaining days would be cramped.

When he finally reached the drop-off area, you adjusted your position so you could look at him. His eyes focused on what’s ahead of him.

“Thank you for the ride.”

“Just get down and cleanse yourself.”

Bowing your head, you exited the vehicle and watched as he sped away from the building.

Now inside your unit, you decided to skip the tub and just scrub. Showering with cold waters, you felt energized and much better than before. Shorter than intended to be, you were now wearing a loose shirt and sweatpants. Taking your laptop, you set up work in the living room.

Once everything was good to go, you immediately checked your schedule. Tomorrow was only half of your working hours. The rest of the days were just as expected. With only 30 minutes for lunch, you were bombarded with an adjustment of meetings and interviews. All with barely enough interval times.

Going to your emails, you received a new one from the chief. Opening it, you cursed every single word you knew of. Attached to the email were 4 new cases. Reviewing them, you estimated it would make things with Overhaul a little more tricky. Going back to your schedule, you were thankful that he had the brain to include the necessary meetings already.

Heading to your room, you took 3 cases from your personal files and flopped back to the sofa. If the chief was playing dirty, then you had no choice but to act as well. Dialing a number, all it took was one ring and you were greeted right away.

“What can I do, (N/N)?” The voice over the phone asked.

“I need a favor, Takashi-kun.” You reached for the folders and scanned which of the three were appropriate for him. Deciding on a minor case, you opened the folder and skimmed on the papers. Making sure that he was the right one for the case. “I need you to do a case for me. It’s practically 70% solved at this point.”

“It would be a pleasure, (N/N).” Takashi replied. His voice telling you he was smirking at the request handed to him. “Is the chief overloading you with work?”

“Yeah.” Clicking your tongue, you reached for the next folder. One that revolved around aggravated assault. “I also have one for Nomura. He’s there at home right?”

“He’s listening to the conversation as we speak.”

“Good evening, (Y/N)-chan! I’ll give my damn best~” He was always a cheerful one.

“Is that all?” Takashi asked.

“There’s one more. For Kaien, I need him to gather information on one that involves perjury. It’s a bit complicated but I know he can do it.”

Takashi, Nomura, and Kaien. Those three men were your equivalent of Overhaul’s Eight Precepts of Death. Your father had entrusted them to look after you when you were still a toddler. As you grew up, you managed to build a solid bond with them. They always treated you as a princess and even till now, if it means making you happy, they would gladly assist you.

Of course you preferred not to take advantage of their skills. It was only in times like these where you would reach out to your roots for… assistance. They did, however, follow a set of rules. No killing, no fighting unless absolutely necessary, and that their safety is vital.

“Will you drop it off here at the estate or shall we pick it up?”

“I’ll drop it off tomorrow in the morning.” The butterflies in your tummy did a somersault at the thought of going home. “It has been quite some time after all~”

After saying your goodbye’s, you bagged the 3 files and began working on the new cases assigned to you.

Early the next day, you found yourself parking your car inside the Abegawa Tenchu Kai estate. It wasn’t as big as the Shie Hassaikai’s but it was home. The minute you stepped into the hallway, Takashi, Nomura, and Kaien practically glided on the floor just to greet you. They were wearing yukata, so today must be their day off.

“Where’s my lovely daughter?” You heard his voice coming down the stairs. A toothy grin formed on your face when you saw your father. Opening his arms, you hopped your way into his arms into a loving embrace. “Have you had breakfast?”

“Not yet~ What’s to eat?” You followed him to the dining area.

“Nomura cooked your favorites.” He said as he ruffled your hair. “Takashi took the liberty of buying your favorite fruit as well.”

More than excited to eat Nomura’s food, you practically dove to your seat once you saw the table filled with amazing food prepared just for you. Digging in, you savored the taste and the warmth of your home.

Half way through the meal, you handed the files to their assigned yakuza. Your father simply shook his head at your actions. He didn’t mind that you were using them to your advantage. He thought it amusing that you somehow managed to use your roots as a way of assisting you in your cases.

“How’s work, daughter?” He asked after he sipped his coffee.

“It’s pretty interesting.” You nodded. Trying to suppress the giddy sensation your tummy felt. “I’ve been assigned a case for the Fukuo Kai.”

“The chief’s still using your background as leverage?” Nomura inquired. He never fully trusted that guy the moment you first talked about him.

“Yeah…” You groaned. “I also have to work with the Shie Hassaikai for this one.”

“Shie Hassaikai, huh?” Your father repeated. “Are they treating you well?”

“He is. For the most part. Overhaul is relatively stable when I’m with him.”

“THE Overhaul?” Takashi confirmed.

“Yes. That Overhaul. I have to admit. He is intimidating. Everything you’ve heard about him might just be true.” You felt your cheeks burning at the thought of him. Not wanting them to ask questions, you took your coffee and hid your face. But that was a little too slow on your part.

“You’ve taken an interest in him.” It wasn’t a question but your father could sense things. “Has Gei seen him?”

“Once. He went to my apartment to hand over information. Gei happened to be there as well.”

“I’ve met him once.” He recalled. His index and thumb holding onto his chin. “His loyalty to the yakuza is very strong. He followed the boss as if his life depended on it. Still, he had his mask on. That was a long time ago though. He went by a different name.”

“As much as I’d like to know what his name is…” You put your mug down and began to play with the half eaten bacon. “I think it’s safer if you don’t mention it. For his sake.”

The tenderness in your voice as you spoke about him alarmed your father. There was no hiding it from him. In his eyes, he could see the subtle signs of infatuation. Observing your mannerisms as you talked about the young yakuza boss, you were still unaware that it’s slowly growing. The feelings and future complications should you pursue him.

To say that it worried him was an understatement. He knew what Overhaul was doing. He had, after all, been acquaintances with the former boss. The sudden disappearance was all too timingly when word went out that he took his place.

Still, he trusted you and your judgement. You were one of the top ranking officers and managed to keep your family ties hidden from the media. The way of the yakuza had been molded into you and how you managed to prosper with it only swelled his pride.

With breakfast done and the cases handed over, he was now standing outside your car. Leaning on your door as you strapped yourself in. The engine revved as you were preparing to leave for work. The childish smile on you was something he always strived to protect. Closing your door, he watched as you exited the estate.

Three men walked up to him. Faces filled with uncertainty.

“It’s alright, you three.” Your father assured them. “I do not fully trust him but I can only hope that the person she’s seeing is Chisaki-kun and not Overhaul. Come now. I think we all need to light up some incense.”

Inside the car, you clenched on the steering wheel. The sense of safety gone the minute your precinct was in sight. Looking at the parked cars, you were more than relieved when you saw his car wasn’t in its designated spot. Scanning the area once you stopped your engine, you deemed it safe and basically ran all the way to the entrance.

Now in the protection of your cubicle, you turned your desktop and waited for it to boot. When it did, you scanned your emails and began to count the hours.

4 more hours before you’d be sent home.

9 more hours till you would have to sit face to face with that wretched boss of yours.

Beginning your day’s work, you mentally prepared for what was to come next.

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so yeah nothing much really happens here~ do you guys have any questions? feel free to comment and ill gladly answer them :) take care and i hope you guys like this chapter <3

#overhaul x reader #overhaul #bnha overhaul #mha overhaul #chisaki kai x reader #bnha chisaki kai #mha chisaki kai #chisaki kai

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nish-with-no-niche · 4 years

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When No One's Around...

Chartered accountant!Jaebeom x Software engineer!Reader

Summary :

Ever wonder how much alcohol tolerance can Jaebeom have for you? Read till the end to find out ;)

Warning :

1) This chapter.....is a long ass ride.

2) I know some people prefer using their name, but I only realised it later that instead of (Y/N) I accidentally gave reader-nim a name, i.e, Yeseul. So kindly bear with me as it's my first time writing a 2nd person perspective and just imagine your own name in its place. Thankyou and.....enjoy!

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You finally had finished your board meeting and were heading out of the office building with your co-workers to retire to your humble abode.

"It's 7:37 pm ladies and gentlemen, and we are finally free for the night.", said Sarah, one of your close colleagues.

"Aaaand we're leaving 2 hours later than the designated office hours. This is over time!", exclaimed Kyunghwan, your senior, and sales manager. It was totally unusual but justified for everyone to feel this way. After such a heated discussion about the proposals everyone was exhausted and acted dramatically. Even though they were your seniors, almost everybody still treated each other without the honorifics outside of work; albeit they could seem eccentric given the time and place. You yourself had experienced it first hand and maybe tonight had just a little bit more in store for you.

" Everyone, I totally understand how you must feel.....", stated Mr. Yoon-ho, the team director. "We, are not getting paid enough. Let's go to a restaurant and give ourselves a well deserved treat. The person who is wearing blue today will be the ones to pay up!", came his suggestion.

Hearing his sudden offer, each person constituting the 8 people group cheered and hooted but started checking their dress colours as the realization hit in. 'Oh thank god, I'm wearing anything but blue today' , everyone thought simultaneously.

However everyone's eyes landed on you as you were the only one wearing a turquoise blue ruffle shirt with beige coloured cigarette pants. And everybody knew exactly where that suggestion in the director's mind had come up.

' Oh lord, it's Yeseul again.'

Firstly, Yoon-ho was a huge-ass spend-thrift. Even if he knows he wont eat or use something, he would still spend money on it. Especially when it's someone else's money.

And secondly, he despised you. You and your intelligence. And the fact that you were humble made it even worse for him.

Atleast one can hate on arrogant people for their arrogance. As for humble people, we can't even hate them for anything, much less like. Tch.

Sarah, concerned for you asked if you were okay with that. Not that you really had a choice in the first place.

But you had stopped listening-in to their conversation, midway. Because your eyes were solely fixated on this unexpected visitor, standing right across the road, leaning against his car and looking right at you.

Im Jaebeom, your soon-to-be fiancè, in all his glory was right in front of you and you had no idea what he was doing there.

"Sarah, I'll see you later."

Coming to your senses after 3.57 seconds, you waved back at him and quickly crossed the road to reach him.

" Yeseul, hey" started Jaebeom.

"Uh, hi! I didn't know you were here. How have you been?", unsure, you asked him.

"I've been good. I got off work early today so I decided to pick you up like a responsible boyfriend", smirked Jaebeom.

He had his hands in his pant pockets the whole time, was wearing a suit with his hair gelled up and looked like the epitome of a perfectly successful banker.

"How long had you been waiting?", you questioned. "Not too long, about 20 minutes? .... Yeah. Don't worry though, I was busy on my phone." He lied. He knew you'd feel even worse about the truth because in reality he had been waiting for you since two hours thirty-seven minutes and sixteen seconds.

But even then you insisted, " Now this makes me look really bad. You didn't have to come all the way here. Why didn't you call me?"

"I wanted to be here", he replied cheekily and pat your head. "And it was a good surprise, wasn't it?"

(Sighing) "what if I already went home or I was staying in late?"

"Well then lets just say I got lucky" he smiled.

You were about to say something further, but he cut you in, " By the way, your...... colleagues, they seem... expectant?" Looking back at them you see them all wide-eyed and smiley-faces as if they just didn't come out of an exhausting office day. Realizing their expressions , you turned and asked Jaebeom, " oh, um, Jaebeom-shi, you're not too tired, right? Have you eaten something?"

"No, not really, why?"

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" HA, HA, HA, HA, HA! WHAT A NIGHT MAN, WHOO!!" roared a drunk Mr. Yoon. "Wow, Yeseul, you have such a nice boyfriend, he's a keeper, hahahaha. Everyone! say, 'THANKYOU IM JAEBEOM-SSI!'.

Bashfully, everyone complied, giving you sorry smiles and yet enjoying the food and drinks in front of them as if it was their first time eating.

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Since the time the talks of you about to being engaged rounded up in the halls of your office, everybody had been eager and curious to meet this Mr. Perfect who they had only seen in photos. Everyday not only the women but also your male coworkers would come over at your desk asking you to set up a get together with him.

They all wanted to know who this mysterious person was, taking a liking for someone as stoic as you. They never imagined you being in a relationship with anyone- always holding the title of 'Fashion Femme Fatale'.

So now here you were- with Jaebeom- and a gang of 8 people who were doing nothing but wasting Jaebeom's hard earned money.

Yes, he offered to pay up in your stead.

Ah! So chic!

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You were getting really uncomfortable because you felt bad for Jaebeom who was nothing but sweet to everyone all this time. You were barely starting off in a relationship and now he had to witness all of ....... this.

You wanted to just take your bag and run away with him.

"Hmm, Yeseul , how long has it been since you guys started dating?" Asked Yoon-ho.

Huh?

" uh, it's been about...... 2 months?" you replied looking at Jaebeom for confirmation. After getting his nod of approval you continued, "why do you ask though, sunbae-nim?"

"Ah! I didn't get to congratulate you. First of all....... let me pour you a drink!"

"What, out of nowhere?"you retaliated.

"Ahem! I'm your superior."he countered. "You didn't even touch anything yet, Drink~ bottoms up~~".

In the midst of his coercions, you contemplated- 'Why... do I get intimidated by Yoon-ho ssi? .... Soju's too strong ...... Jaebeom won't be able to drive if he drinks it.... house is far tooo. *sighs* it's over for me if I get drunk and act like an idiot in front of them.... hhnnngg. But if I refuse, the mood will get cold.... last time I was fine for the first few drinks, right?-"

"Give it to me."interceded Jaebeom.

"Huh?"

Turning towards the crowd, he stated, "Yeseul's bad with alcohol. I'll drink for her."

"Ooo~ hahahaha~~"

"playing the knight for your girlfriend ? ~~ "

"so cool!! Whoa~"

Sighing you looked at him, starting to get a little worried. But suddenly everyone chimed in- "still! We're not satisfied with one drink!"

"Let's get Yeseul-ah drunk~!"

"Me too!"

"You cant resist our drink! We're your superiors!"

"Aah~ now, let's not push her too hard. Take it slow. Slow~" said Yoon-ho, giving you his ever so sweet smile.

'It is you I hate the most!' You thought.

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"Aah~ Jaebeom-ssi drank them all"

"~Food is great here!"

"Heard this is the hidden place for gourmets."

After a while things seemed to settle down, your thoughts again wandered towards Jaebeom-

'He keeps on tapping his fingers and feet.... all the while maintaining his smile. I wonder if he's getting bothered by them..... ' -

"Hey~ she cant take her eyes off her BOYFRIEND!" chirped Yujin( colleague, same age as you). Following suit everyone got started off- "He's good looking right?" " you didn't even glance at the others ~" "what ? No, when did I.. " you tried to defend yourself. Sarah who was sitting next to you all this time whispered, "don't take them too seriously 'seul- ah, they're only teasing you, and you know everyone is as good as drunk."

Suddenly Kyunghwan, who was sitting opposite to you, waiting for the right opportunity slipped in~ " You can take mild Brandy right?"

"Ah yes, I can"

"NO." Jaebeom interceded. Again.

He took the glass from his hand and drank it.

"Aish intercepting it all, gosh!"he exclaimed.

But leaving no stone unturned, he kept pressing, "hey! You guys are a couple, atleast show us a kiss!" And everyone started hooted demanding such a public display of affection.

Hearing this, your ears flared up, " oof, what's with you all? Dont you think it's too much? ..... please stop it already. I dont really want to do it. ........Why do we have to do it in front of you?"

Now this... was just too much. Right when you were about to give them a piece of your mind-

"Okay."Jaebeom announced.

" ...... "

" ....... "

What.

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The truth is that both of you had never really kissed before, the closest form of affection you were able to showcase for now was simply a hug, that too only when you were alone. You had no idea what went through his mind when he agreed to everyone's plea. Was he finally drunk? You had never seen him drunk before, all though a few of his friends that you had met told you he had a strong temperance. Maybe this was okay for him?.... Did he probably hear it wrong? Not being able to make head or tail of the situation you questioned him, "Jaebeom-"

"You....... and you." Cutting you off, said person pointed at Kyunghwan and then at Yujin.

"If you two do it, we'll do it too. In fact, it doesn't matter if any other two do it either." explained Jaebeom with a smile.

And then you realised what he was actually doing.

"Don't want to, right?..... I stink of alcohol and 'seul said she doesn't want it. Moreover, it won't look good, if a lady's colleagues at work would act like this, much less her seniors."

"Uh. . . . " a flustered Yujin tried to speak.

" Well I wasn't going to force her to do that" resigned Kyunghwan with a pout.

"Yeah let's just forget about it, okay guys? ", Sarah spoke.

"Wow~ get married already Yeseul, reqally" Said Yoon-ho.

"Such a perfect couple. Tch" mumbled Yujin.

However, when everyone went back to their own, Kyunghwan caught Jaebeom giving him a side glance with a poker face who then turned to look at you. Even though such a gesture unnerved him, the alcohol immediately brushed off that feeling.

You on the other hand were getting more and more worried about Jaebeom, you lost count of how many glasses he must've had on your account, and tried one more time to check up on him- " are you alright? You've been really drinking a lot." But he only gave you a smile in return.

(Sighing) 'He drank way too mu-' *plop*

His head suddenly on your shoulder now, he spoke, " I want to rest."

Looking at you Sarah whispered," He must be tired, you should go home now, don't worry, I'll take care of it here."

"Okay. Jaebeom-ssi ....... Jaebeom? Let's go home now, ok?" You asked.

"Seul."

"Yes?"

"My head aches."

"What? Headache?"

"Its too noisy here..... my head aches.....". Alarmed by this sight you wondered ' 'why's he like this ? Since the start he seemed a bit off. Is his head hurting from being drunk? This was such a bad idea."

You see him gently lift his head up and stare at his hands. Or the table. Or the plate? You see jaebeom blink.

"..."

And he blinked again.

'Ohmygod,he's definitely drunk.'

" uhh, hey- let's go get some fresh air, okay?" You asked holding him by the shoulders. You never witnessed something like this before. But he just stared at you.

'Answer me already.' You thought. Helping him stand up you took your bag, "okay, Sarah, we'll be leaving now, I'll catch you tomorrow, take care!"

"Yeah, you too, goodnight~" returned Sarah.

Once outside you tried to remember where the car was, since the restaurant didn't have a parking lot. You walked a few meters and then stopped. Due to him leaning on you, your back and neck hurt a little, so you decided to sit on the nearby bench. 'Ah, I'm out of strength.'

You both just sat next to each other like that for a while and then you asked him where the car was kept.

But he just smiled at you.

Heaving a sigh, you stood up and started searching around. "Just sit here, and dont move Jaebeom- ssi, I'll be right back." He saw your retreating figure as you left.

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After about 10 min you find the car at the backside of the building and return to where Jaebeon was.

"I found the car, give me the keys and I'll drop you off home" you said.

"Yeseul."

"Yes?"

He smiled. Again.

"Seems like you won't get up for a while." So you sat down. Did he even listen to a word you said? And no sooner than you did, he reached his hand out to touch your face, whereas you instinctively moved back. He paused for a moment, mid air, and then touched your cheek. "You look tired", he said thoughtfully.

Well he wasn't completely wrong.

He let his head drop on your shoulder, and again with the same sweet, mellow voice recited you name," Ye.seul.ah."

"Yes, yes I hear you." You laughed.

"I should've just left with you after work was over rather than come here. Everyone just wanted to meet you so bad. I'm sorry."

" . . . "

"Plus I didn't want you to pay for those guys." You confessed.

"Pay?", queried Jaebeom. "seeing how they sat and behaved with you , it's obvious that they were trying to leech off." He finally spoke.

" Yeseul, I want you to be very cautious and smart about who you associate yourself with in that work place and any where else. I won't always be around you, so you must be wary of people like Kyunghwan. Got it?" And then he lifted his head up to stare straight ahead.

So that's what was bothering him.

Trying to lift the strange tense atmosphere you spoke in childish wonder, "how dare they think of you as a pushover! In fact, why did you even drink whatever came my way, I could've handled-"

"What would you have done?" Cut in Jabeom.

You fell silent.

"Those two men and that woman, those three were your seniors. And anyone could notice how they exploited their position. I understood you couldn't do much from where you stand", he reprimanded you.

After a pause he continued, now in a smaller voice- "I dont think I can drive, how will you get back home?"

" Well thanx to a certain someone, I'm completely sober. So I'll drive your car to your house and drop you off. Then I'll take a cab to mine."

" 'seul?"

"Hmm?"

"You like me right?"

"Huh", you sat up straight, taken off guard by his question.

"You're sincere to me right? Whatever I do, I have always been sincere towards you."

Suddenly flustered by this uncharacteristic side of him you just tried to avoid his question, staring straight ahead.

"Just give me the car keys, let's go home now..." you said in a daze.

'Its definitely the alcohol in his brain.'

"Yeseul!"

"Ah, yes-"

chu!~~

"Wha..."

Chu!~~~

Jaebeom kissed you.

And the realization hit in.

Huh.

Huh???!!

" #$%@&**?! Jaebeom-!!! "

" ? "

"What are you ?! Why did you?!-"

"Hm? What? No one's around."

And he kissed you again. This time properly. Making you feel nothing like ever before.

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Sadly, he ended up passing-out right after and you drove him back to his house, aided the house-helper lay him on bed, took a cab, went back to your home, changed into your night clothes, slipped in your bed and you laughed. You laughed until sleep graced you with her presence.

Except she never came.You were awake the whole night, rewinding and playing the scene again and again with the thought that would nag any other girl in your shoes- 'How do I see him after tonight! '.

Adjshklllajsldgddhddfffff !!!!!!

Eeeek!

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That's the end readers! I hope you enjoyed it my very precious people. If you did then do like and comment. Feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤧🤧

And I wish for your good health in such times and hopefully I was able to help make this quarantine maybe a little more bearable for you. Thanx for reading and dont forget- You Da Best!!!

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rxmvns-blog1 · 5 years

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𝐇𝐈, 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ! i’m 𝒅𝒓𝒊 (twenty, she/her, pst) ! i was late posting my intro for the first iteration for pinky, so nothing has really changed, huh ? some fun facts about me are that i have the incredibly dangerous combo of high ambition and poor time management and i’d risk it all for a.c.e, ateez, and loona ! i’m back with ya fav skater eboy(?) roman, so if you’re interested in plotting connections, feel free to im me or ask for my discord (where i would be way easier to reach) !

* 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒏. 𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝒄𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆. ╱ i am pretty sure i saw 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 at manon’s party that night. the 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 year old is in their 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 year at west bridge studying 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒎. i hear they were at manon’s party because 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. i wonder if they got the same restricted call as us. will they comply? + 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆, 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝟐𝒂𝒎.

c://roman_jeong//quick_stats.txt

full name: roman jeong / jeong jinwoo (정진우)

age: twenty

pronouns: he/him, cis male

orientation: bisexual

zodiac: scorpio

place of birth: san jose, california

c://roman_jeong//history.txt

born in san jose, california, roman lived with his parents and little sister clarissa until the age of eight, when his mom left them in pursuit of an old flame from high school that she apparently never got over. their dad tried to raise them for maybe… a few months… before realizing he had close to no parenting ability. he and clarissa were sent to live with their rich aunt in wisconsin, and they’ve been there ever since.

listen… their aunt turned out to be a Helicopter Mom to them and it was… super suffocating, especially to roman. she expected so much out of them and tried to force her own dreams onto them but he was just Not Feeling It. he’d always hit her with the “ur not even my real mom” line. despite being a rather intelligent dude with a relatively quick wit, he put the bare minimum into school (especially around the halfway point in high school) … but still lowkey wanted to do well. he was the guy who always found a way to get test answers inconspicuously and found ways to work around the turnitin system, ya feel? tl;dr: smart and capable, but incredibly unmotivated

when he was fifteen, he found out (while eavesdropping on one of his aunt’s phone calls) that his dad had gotten remarried and had twins with his new wife, a girl and a boy. furious over the fact that this was kept a secret from him for two years, he went to rant about it to his sister, who told him that they should just keep pretending like they don’t know. roman suddenly couldn’t hear, and during dinner that night, he brought it up and it was an angsty time.

after this revelation, he began Acting Out more because he hated the idea that their dad just sent them away almost like it was nothing but ended up raising an entirely new family of his own afterward. it started to feel like it was him and his sister against the world, and even to this day he would do anything for her. he got into fights a lot in high school because he gets defensive and doesn’t know when to Stop. his temper is… so short…

he took a photography class his junior year high school and just… really enjoyed it?? it was practically the only class he actually wanted to Try in. his teacher noticed this, and they ended up being pretty close. when roman wasn’t out messing around, he spent a lot of time hanging in the classroom and talking about life and photography. probably the One adult he respected, but his teacher ended up moving to new york shortly after he graduated high school. it felt like he was being abandoned once again (yikes!!!) even tho he knew it had nothing to do with him.

but yeah, for the past few years, roman has just been studying film (his aunt thinks he’s there for engineering but he did a switchy switch… haha keep it a secret!), doing freelance photography on the side, and fuckin’ shit up ! his sister is currently going to school in california, and her decision to attend berkeley lowkey rubbed him the wrong way since it’s relatively close to where their dad lives and he doesn’t want thim to reach out to clarissa or anything because he’s supposed to be dead to them.

c://roman_jeong//personality.txt

people think roman comes off as intimidating, but they’re not entirely wrong. he takes a while to warm up to people, and even then, he doesn’t have a lot of actual friends.

he doesn’t express it often, but he would literally do anything for his sister and close friends. can be incredibly protective. no kidding, his sister has complained that people didn’t want to date her because they were afraid of him KJDHGDSG

you know that friend who is able to find a persons facebook page and essentially everything about them with very, very minimal information given? yeah, that’s roman. he :// lowkey keeps up with his dad through facebook bc all of his wife’s posts are public :// he looks at posts of their family and just Suffers… it’s so bad!!!

he is the type of person that won’t share his own food but eats other people’s.

listen… you didn’t hear it from me… but he’s really just a softie… he’s just scared

doesn’t know what it’s like not to hold a grudge

acts on impulse and emotion often

c://roman_jeong//fun_facts.txt

can and will argue about the superiority of ice cream over frozen yogurt

has an emotional connection to cats and will stop to pet one; also has a cat and he loves her with his entire being

is sustained by coffee and sarcasm; drinks his coffee black

romcoms are his guilty pleasure tho they lowkey make him feel a sort of longing

his bedroom wall is covered in polaroids, which are of his friends, scenery, and neighborhood stray cats! but mostly his friends. he loves taking pictures of his friends :/ he also loves the idea of polaroids capturing a singular moment unlike how digital cameras can be used to get the Perfect Shot after like… 30 tries

has that one second every day app

mildly allergic to bananas but didn’t realize it until he asked a friend if they liked the tingly feeling they get when they eat bananas

pushing people around in shopping carts at 2am/being pushed is one of his favorite pastimes

“u can’t wear thrasher unless u can deepthroat an entire skateboard” is his instagram bio and he thinks thrasher elitists can choke. bought all of his friends black thrasher hoodies for christmas in an act of spite.

going off of that, he started saying “sk8 or die” ironically but now he can’t stop

will look you in the eyes when he holds a conversation; this is sometimes terrifying bc it rly looks like he’s staring into your SOUL but tbh he just be like that

can solve rubix cubes very fast!! when he was 13 he once spent an entire night studying rubix cube algorithms online bc he didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t solve one

walks fast DGJHGS like slow down speed racer where r u goin

c://roman_jeong//that_night.txt

roman didn’t even want to Be at the party, let alone get entangled in the Big Mess

he showed up around 15 minutes before they found manon’s body, only in the area to pick up a friend after receiving a phone call

he went inside to seek them out, but little did he know what would take place 5 minutes later.

he finds it kinda unfair (and shitty karma) that he was brought into everything… but then again, a girl Died, so he doesn’t really have the right to complain.

#pinky.intro #i rly just copied and pasted my intro n it took me almost a whole week to do tht ...#talk abt a big mess !!!!#i hav wanted connects but ill make tht page later #also if u already messaged me on discord before i even made my intro .... ill get to u after filming today fdjgksg

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rxmvns-a · 5 years

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↪ choi san. he/him. cis male. ╱ i thought i saw roman jeong getting questioned by the police. the twenty year old is in their third year at west bridge studying film. they were at manon’s party because he was supposed to be picking a friend up but couldn’t find them. do you think they had something to do with her death? + the scent of freshly brewed coffee, polaroids scattered on a bedroom wall, pushing people around in shopping carts at 2am.

hi, friends! i’m dri (nineteen, she/her, pst), and being extremely tardy is just integral to who i am as a person, i guess ! i’ve been really busy with my team this week in particular, but i’m here now, hello ! so, anyway, here’s my boi roman — he’s a mess, but i’m excited to bring him to y’all ! if you’re interested in plotting connections, feel free to im me or hmu on d*scord pray for dri’s kneecaps#7258 (where i would be Way easier to reach) !

c://roman_jeong//quick_stats.txt

full name: roman jeong / jeong jinwoo (정진우)

nickname: rome

age: twenty

pronouns: he/him, cis male

orientation: bisexual

zodiac: scorpio

place of birth: san jose, california

c://roman_jeong//history.txt

born in san jose, california, roman lived with his parents and little sister clarissa until the age of eight, when his mom left them in pursuit of an old flame from high school that she apparently never got over. their dad tried to raise them for maybe… a few months… before realizing he had close to no parenting ability. rome and clarissa were sent to live with their rich aunt in wisconsin, and they’ve been there ever since.

he took a photography class his junior year high school and just… really enjoyed it?? it was practically the only class he actually wanted to Try in. his teacher noticed this, and they ended up being pretty close. when rome wasn’t out messing around, he spent a lot of time hanging in the classroom and talking about life and photography. probably the One adult he respected, but his teacher ended up moving to new york shortly after he graduated high school. it felt like he was being abandoned once again (yikes!!!) even tho he knew it had nothing to do with him.

but yeah, for the past few years, roman has just been studying film (his aunt thinks he’s there for engineering but he did a switchy switch... haha keep it a secret!), doing freelance photography on the side, and fuckin’ shit up ! his sister is currently going to school in california, and her decision to attend berkeley lowkey rubbed him the wrong way since it’s relatively close to where their dad lives and he doesn’t want thim to reach out to clarissa or anything because he’s supposed to be dead to them.

c://roman_jeong//personality.txt

people think roman comes off as intimidating, but they’re not entirely wrong. he takes a while to warm up to people, and even then, he doesn’t have a lot of actual friends.

he is the type of person that won’t share his own food but eats other people’s.

listen… you didn’t hear it from me… but he’s really just a softie… he’s just scared

doesn’t know what it’s like not to hold a grudge

acts on impulse and emotion often

c://roman_jeong//fun_facts.txt

can and will argue about the superiority of ice cream over frozen yogurt

has an emotional connection to cats and will stop to pet one; also has a cat and he loves her with his entire being

is sustained by coffee and sarcasm; drinks his coffee black

romcoms are his guilty pleasure tho they lowkey make him feel a sort of longing

has that one second every day app

mildly allergic to bananas but didn’t realize it until he asked a friend if they liked the tingly feeling they get when they eat bananas

pushing people around in shopping carts at 2am/being pushed is one of his favorite pastimes

going off of that, he started saying “sk8 or die” ironically but now he can’t stop

will look you in the eyes when he holds a conversation; this is sometimes terrifying bc it rly looks like he’s staring into your SOUL but tbh he just be like that

can solve rubix cubes very fast!! when he was 13 he once spent an entire night studying rubix cube algorithms online bc he didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t solve one

walks fast DGJHGS like slow down speed racer where r u goin

c://roman_jeong//that_night.txt

rome didn’t even want to Be at the party, let alone get entangled in the Big Mess

he showed up around 15 minutes before they found manon’s body, only in the area to pick up niko after receiving a phone call

he went inside to seek him out, but little did he know what would take place 5 minutes later.

he finds it kinda unfair (and shitty karma) that he was brought into everything... but then again, a girl Died, so he doesn’t really have the right to complain.

#ps.intro #REALLY LATE IM SRY HELLO

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deathbykdy-blog · 5 years

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This scenario is close to my heart, if any of you have not seen Jaebum's glorious body and his perfectly proportioned face, then please do. Look it up on the internet. NOW. It can save lives. LOL. This scenario is basically an appreciation post of Jaebum's AMAZING bodeh, guns, jawline, that eyesmile, well basically an appreciation post of Jaebum. And his body, a great emphasis on his body. And his butt, someone please message me so we can talk about his butt. Summary: You're in university taking up Fine Arts and your friend Jaebum volunteers to be your model and things get a little too hot to handle Genre: smut + slow-burn + a bit of fluff + tiny bit of angst "Will you be my model?", the phrase that started it all. You were in university taking up Fine Arts, and the professor asked each student to have a model or muse for the projects he will assign, preferably a human subject, and the model shouldn't be anyone from the class. Being the shy person that you are, if finding a model wasn't hard enough, you have to actually approach and befriend someone, it was energy draining and very time consuming.

You hated how meticulous you were with choosing your model, you had no specific standards in choosing one, what you believe is that when you see someone and you feel a certain connection with him or her, then he or she is the one. If there is no connection then the masterpiece will have no emotions in it. You felt pressured. Almost everyone already had a model, and you were losing hope in finding the one.

You sat at the field under a shady tree watching students go by, hoping to find someone or at the very least some inspiration for another school assignment. It was a free day, so you had all the time in the world for you "model hunt", professors and students alike passed you by but no one was of your interests. After some time, you felt yourself dozing off, with a sketch pad in one hand and a pen on the other, just when you were about to fall into deep slumber you heard a brain splitting laughter, causing you to jerk ruining a page of your sketch pad.

You turned your head to see who it was, a blonde-male who had his back turned was laughing his head off, probably because of some lame joke his friend told him. You thought it was a waste of time and energy to confront him, so you calmed yourself down and continued your search, but with each passing minute the blonde males' laugh gets more and more irritating. You felt your brows slowly knitting together and your jaw clenching tighter, you've had enough of him and his laugh, you put your things aside and approached them, "Excuse me!"

He had a bright smile plastered on his face when he turned, "Oh..what is it?", he had this innocent expression as though he was teasing you even more. Just when you were about to explode in anger, he shifted to the left giving you a glimpse of the other male, you felt the world slow down when you saw him. His face was probably the epitome of perfection, a perfectly proportioned face, a million-dollar smile, he had two beauty marks right above his eye, and he had a nice frame, broad shoulders probably a six-pack too. Unconsciously, you found yourself smiling 'cause you knew, you finally found him, your model.

"Are you okay?", the blonde guy asked.

You strut towards the guy without taking your eyes off of him, "Will you be my model?"

"Uhh..excuse me?"

You flinch as if breaking away from a stance, "I'm Y/N, and uhhh..i'm a Fine Arts major and we need a muse for our project. If it's no trouble, would you be willing to model for me?", you asked stretching your hand out to him and his blonde friend.

"I'm Jackson! Hi!", the other said taking your hand in his, "I'd like to be a model it's my lifetime dream, even though I have short legs, my face and my body can make up for them, and-"

"I don't need you, I want him.", you said with an expressionless face, making the other male laugh. God. You didn't know it was even possible for someone to look so angelic when they laugh.

"I'm Jaebum, but JB is okay too.", he said recovering from his laughter, he took your hand and shook it, "What would I gain exactly from being your model?" "Nothing.", you said with a soft voice.

"Pick me instead!", Jackson insisted.

"But...ummm..I can give you free meals and I can pay for your transportation, that's basically paying you right?", you offered.

"Did you say free meals?", you swear you saw his eyes glint when he heard about food.

You nodded, "Yeah, just be my model for my projects."

"Then i'm in! I look forward to being your model, as long as there will be no stripping involve.", he winked at you making his friend cringe, "I'm a shy type, just so you know."

"Oh, don't worry. We're working on portraits, so you'll be good, it'll be good.", you never knew that day would change your life forever. Since then, he's been your model for all your projects, it's been almost 3 years now since you met him, you did not only find a great model, but a great friend as well. Despite his intimidating and cool personality, he's actually a fluff ball, he's really sweet towards his friends and he cries whenever he's watching dramas, but he can be real strict at times and he's kind of bossy. He doesn't like it when you're late and he gets angry whenever you wear provocative clothes. You were thankful for having him not only as a friend, but like a brother, a father, a mother and a teacher as well, he was the guy any girl would ask for.

But, there was one problem, as time progressed it wasn't only your friendship that blossomed, the way you see him started to change too, you only see him as a friend before, but now whenever you see him, you feel butterflies in your stomach, you feel out of breath whenever your skin touched and you feel rather nervous around him. With your feelings in the way, it was hard to get any work done, drawing him would require you to stare at him for a long time, now that you have a crush on him, you couldn't even last a solid 10 seconds without intensely blushing or smiling.

Who could blame you? He was handsome. He was a gentleman. He can sing and dance. He has a rocking body. He has that smile that can melt a girl's heart. He was sexy. He had a thing for Bart Simpsons. He was basically asking you to have a crush on him, he was to blame for the catastrophe inside your mind and heart.

You contacted a friend to help you solve your problem, "Suzy-yah, what am I gonna do?", you whined, Suzy is your friend since 1st day of college, you could tell her absolutely anything and you always ask her for advice on things. "Oh, is there a problem? Other than the JB problem?", she teased.

"Please, I need your help! I need to finish my plate this week and I can't draw my model.", you whined. Suzy's evil laughter was clear as day on the other line, she draws happiness from your sadness.

"Just bear with it for a little while longer. Do it for you! And your heart!", teasing you was like her hobby, and she supports your feelings for Jaebum a hundred percent, "Who knows, maybe you'll look into his eyes and he'll look into yours, and then you'll kiss."

"I'm serious! I just can't draw Jaebum anymore."

"Then go look for a new model.", she suggested.

"How? I barely have the time to look around the campus for a model, you know how meticulous I am when it comes to my model.", you argued.

"Do you know about the 'Dashboard'?"

"No."

"It's the big bulletin board at the center of the campus, it's where students' post anything their heart's desire. You can confess to someone through letters, badmouth your professors, you can even post a chocolate cake recipe if you want to.", she advised, "You can post an advertisement there, I bet a lot would want to be your model."

"Won't it get covered up with the amount of students posting in this dashboard you're talking about?"

"You don't have to worry about that, they take down everything every week. It's like giving life a deadline and a second chance.", she said, "I posted there once, I confessed to this guy from the Engineering department, I waited for a week but I guess he didn't see it. A few weeks later I found out that he was very abusive towards his past girlfriends, it was a great relief that he didn't see my confession, or else I would've been next."

"Wow, you never told me about this Engineering guy." "Whatever. Forget about me let's talk about your problem. You should totally post at the 'Dashboard', information gets around quick and JB-ssi will never know about it.", for the first time she was actually making sense and not fooling around, "The least I could tell you is 'goodluck'. You said so yourself, replacing JB-ssi is impossible."

You did as advised, the post reads 'Urgent! In need of Art model, please contact 123******** and look for Y/N. Thank you!'. And Suzy was not wrong, your phone rang non-stop for a week, apparently, a lot of students' aspired to be models. To avoid clashing and conflicting schedules, you held the assessment at your house on a Sunday, applicants came and go, there were a lot of good looking applicants and most of them had great bodies. But because of what you call the 'Im Jaebum Effect' everyone looked normal and plain, at the end of the day you never found anyone who can replace him.

You slumped yourself onto the sofa, "Geez. This is impossible, only if Jaebum-ah had an older brother.", you were stuck in your bubble of depression, 'till you heard a knock on the door, "It's almost 4 pm who in their right mind would apply at this time?", the knocking didn't stop, you got up your feet and lazily walked to the door, it has been a long day and you gave up the idea of replacing Jaebum. As you swung the door open, you felt a cold shiver crawl under your skin, it was Jaebum, holding your advertisement in one hand. But seeing his face after meeting so many others made you realize, that he was really the only person who can meet your standards as a model. He just had his hair cut and it was pushed all the way back, and of all his hairstyles this one has to be your favorite. You love how the shape of his face and his features accentuate when his hair is pushed back, he looked like a fucking piece of art.

You snapped back to reality when he started talking, "So, I was being a gentleman, helping out the English department take down this week's Dashboard entries, and then I come across a familiar name that read 'Y/N' and a familiar cellphone number. And this Y/N happens to be looking for a model, so, do you mind explaining this to me?", he said with a stern voice, just hearing his voice that low made you feel threatened.

If it was possible to crawl under a rock at this moment, you would've crawled under it and bury yourself forever. Or get eaten by a lion, yeah, getting eaten by a lion is probably better than getting scolded by Jaebum, "Uhh...a new perspective! Our professor told me to look for a new perspective, which means new models."

You could not see an ounce of pity or happiness in his face, he was glaring and gritting his teeth, "I asked your professor and your classmates, and I heard no such thing."

"You did what?", you hated how keen he was with this kind of things. "And I heard that you'll be drawing nudes."

"Ah, yes! That's it! I can't draw you nude, you're my friend it would be super awkward.", you reasoned, you wish he would stop asking so many questions and get on with the scolding.

"So you'd rather draw a complete stranger nude?"

You started feeling cold sweats dripping from your temple, "It..it's not nude, uhh...just the..umm...just the upper body, that's...that's not really considered nude.", you tried laughing the topic off.

"Suzy-ssi told me everything.", he said.

You gasped, Jaebum knows about your secret, he knows that you like him and he'll probably end your friendship because he thinks you're gross for liking him, "I'm..i'm really sorry, i'm sorry for liki--

"I can lose some weight.", upon hearing him say that, you frowned.

"Lose weight? What for?"

"Suzy-ssi told me you came looking for a new model because I gained some weight, it's true, I did gain some from having all those late night snacks. But, I can lose weight so you don't have to look for someone else.", he said, "Do you know how relieved I was when I heard that, as the reason? "

You were left speechless with his sincerity, it was probably why you never regretted liking him. You smiled and stretched your hand out, asking him for a hug, an offer he didn't hesitate to take, "Come on now, you don't need to lose weight, in fact you lost some. See, you're so thin, you're too thin.", you said measuring his waist, "I'll cook you something delicious later or maybe treat you to some meat."

"You're just sugar coating things, you already told Suzy-ssi that I gained weight." "Don't worry you'll always be my number one, either you gain or lose weight, you'll always be my Im Jaebummie.", you felt him release you from the hug and then he bore his eyes into yours, "Are we good now?", he didn't say a word, you kept on smiling at him, but he remained silent. He slowly lifted his hands, cupping your face and his face slowly closing in to yours, "Is he going to? No, he isn't, probably not.", you wondered.

Just when things were about to go well, there was a knock on the door, "Goddamn it!", he exclaimed. When he opened the door, he saw two males, "What the fuck do you want?"

"Uhh..we're here to apply as models.", they enthusiastically said, only to be turned down by Jaebum.

"Weren't you at the salon earlier?", he asked, they nodded in reply. Jaebum scoffed and gave them the middle finger, "You can go fuck yourselves, assholes.", he slammed the door to their faces.

You widened your eyes with his sudden change in behavior, "What was that for? They were just applying, you could've al least turned them down nicely." "That was what I was worried about!", he yelled.

"Im Jaebum, will you calm the fuck down?"

"I got a hair cut and I saw those two getting their hair cut as well and then I heard them talking about you."

"What did they say?"

"They...", he stopped, "It's nothing. Forget about it."

"Come on. Tell me.", no matter how you pleaded for him to tell you, he wouldn't spill. You were then startled for a completely different reason, out of the blue, Jaebum took off his shirt, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Taking my clothes off, isn't it obvious?"

"No! Why are you taking them off? Didn't you say you were a shy type when we first met?"

"You have a deadline right? You need to finish you project as soon as possible, so we can get some meat."

"Ohhh...I thought you were...", you gulped before even finishing the sentence, what was laid out before your eyes was Jaebum's toned abdominals, you resisted from your urge to touch them. You shut your mouth tight to prevent yourself from drooling, "Oh my Gooood...", you mouthed.

"What did you say?", he asked tossing his shirt to the sofa.

"Nothing. I said nothing. Let's ummm...let's get started.", he was used to this so he went to the sit on the high chair providing you a full view of his gloriousness. You calmed yourself down and proceeded with the sketching, you like sketching a layout before the actual painting process, you started with his face, because you're well aware that if you start with his body, it will be not good for your heart, "Oh, can you move your face to the left?"

"Just like this?", he titled his head emphasizing his jawline.

"Will you refrain from jutting your jaw please?"

"I'm sorry, I can't help it, especially when I think about those dickwads."

"Dickwa--, Im Jaebum watch your language!", you kept on bickering as you did your work, "Are you okay? Would you like to take a break?"

He shook his head, "Nah, i'm good. But, it's a bit warm today eh?", it was indeed a hot day, you could see sweat dripping down his temple and also his glorious chocolate abs.

"What good deed have I done in my past life to deserve such a wonderful blessing?", you asked yourself as you tried to remain composed in front of Jaebum. After almost an hour, you were nearly done with his portrait and it was time to draw his torso, "Okay, uhh...i'm done with your portrait, so let's uhh...start with your...uhh..mm..body."

He moved closer to you, "Is this better?"

"Wait! Why are you inching closer? Did I say you can move?", you said, "I have 20/20 vision, so you don't have to be this close."

"I'm doing this for your own sake, I moved closer so you can see the details much better.", he laughed.

"What details are you talking about exactly?"

"You can even touch me, I heard from one of your classmates that when you touch the model, the end product will be much better."

You giggled at his remark, "Yeah, if i'm working on a sculpture. I'm working on a painting so there's really no need for that."

"Okay then, suit yourself."

"Uhhh...aren't you going to move back?", he smiled and remained in his place, "Will you please stop grinning like an idiot, it's creeping me out. And will you please stop staring?", the more you told him off, the more he did the things that annoyed you. The way he looked at you today was different, it was as if he was taking your clothes off, a thought that was enough to make you sopping wet. "Did you really have to wear such short-shorts, knowing that you'll be drawing someone today?", he asked. Your shorts weren't that short, nor too long, it was just Jaebum being overprotective again.

"Will you shut it and remain still.", you said looking him dead straight in the eye, "God, it's really hot today."

"Is that the reason why you're blushing?", he teased, "I thought it was because i'm naked."

"Do..don't flatter yourself dude.", you rolled your eyes and continued with your work. With each stroke of your pen, all you could think about was how beautiful Jaebum was, people would kill to get where you are right now.

"Y/N-ah!!! You're bleeding!!!", he exclaimed rushing to your side.

"What?", you nonchalantly asked.

"Your nose! It's bleeding!", he rushed to your room to get some tissues, you could hear him swearing, probably from all the clutter in your room, "Throw your head back, come on. It'll help stop the bleeding. Fuck. The tissue...the...uhh...the...put it inside your nose. Come on. Come on."

You grabbed his hand to calm him down a bit, "Calm down, it's just a nosebleed. I am not dying.", little to your imagination, the action did not calm him down one bit, it made his heart beat two times faster.

He pulled his hand away and stood up, "You probably got a nosebleed from the heat, uhh...i'll buy you some ice cream. Don't you move an inch, i'll be right back.", he dashed to the door and disappeared.

"This is hilarious, I didn't realize it was even possible to get a nosebleed from staring at a man's naked body.", you went to your room, turned on the AC, laid and waited for Jaebum's return, the bleeding had stopped and he wasn't back yet, "Better watch some TV."

A frantic Jaebum came crashing through the door, giving you a mini heart attack. He went straight to your room and gave you two bags of ice cream, flavors ranging from vanilla to chocolate to caramel and many others, "Are you okay now? Did the bleeding stop?"

"What's up with all these ice cream?"

"I panicked and forgot about your favorite flavor, so I got one of each flavor." You laughed and gave him a bubblegum flavored one, "Eat up, this one's your favorite, if I remember correctly.", you patted the empty space beside you. He obliged, you both enjoyed your ice cream while watching some movies. Every after 5 minutes, he would ask you if you were okay, or if there was anything you'd like to eat, everyone thinks he's this cold and chic person but in actuality he's the complete opposite of what everyone thinks of him.

"Do you want anything else? Please don't hesitate to ask me, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you should take advantage of it, take advantage of me." "Like I told you, i'm good. But, thank you.", you gave him a hug, "Thank you for the ice cream and everything else. For always being here for me, for being my model, for being the best friend any girl could ask for. I'm really really thankful for havi---", the world stopped. It happened. Jaebum's lips met yours, the only thing you could feel was your quadrupled heart rate and his warm lips on yours, on your lips! Not on another girl's lips, but yours!

He tried deepening the kiss, but you snapped back into reality and pushed him away, "No. This is wrong. So wrong. We're friends, and friends don't kiss like that.", you stood up and went to the far side of the room.

"I know this is too much to process, but, I love you, Y/N-ah.", he declared, "And I can't keep with this act anymore, i'm tired of being just your friend, tired of being just your model. I want to be the person you can't live without."

"Stop Jaebum-ah, you stop right now. If this is one of your jokes, then leave me out of it. If you want to save this friendship, take back everything that you said." "Funny how I stopped thinking of you as a friend a long time ago.", he stood up inching closer, "Maybe it was over 3 years ago.."

"Really? That's your punchline?", you reckoned, "I know your way with girls, you tell them sweet and lovely things, call them beautiful and all just to get to their pants, and i'm not falling for any of that shit."

"Do you really think i'm that kind of guy?", he asked with a pained expression, "If I wanted to have casual sex with you, then I wouldn't have waited this long! I was scared that if I tell you my feelings, you would shun me. But, after knowing that you like me, gave me the courage to finally confess."

"Like you? Where did you-

"Suzy-ssi told me, she told me everything."

"Leave.", you said as tears rolled down your cheeks, "Please leave, if you want to save our friendship."

"Don't you think it's about time you started thinking with your heart instead of your mind?!?", he remarked.

"Please leave."

"If that's what you really want, I will respect your decision. But remember, I really do love you, with all of my heart.", he walked himself to the door. Hearing the door click was probably the most heart clenching experience you've had your entire life. You just let the most important person in your life slip right through your hands, he already told you he loves you, the least you could do was reciprocate it, but all you did was doubt his feelings for you.

Hours passed, part of you wanted to go to Jaebum, but part of you wanted to remain friends. If you tell him you love him too, everything will change, it was more convenient for you if you remained friends. Your mind was a blur, but one thing's for sure, you can't afford to lose Jaebum, betting on love was a risk you had to take. It didn't matter that it was almost 11 pm, you threw a thick coat on, grabbed your bag and went outside, but as you got outside you saw Jaebum, standing outside your door with his back turned, rubbing his hands together for some heat.

"Jaebum-ah?"

He swiftly turned around, "Y/N-ah!", there was a certain relief with the tone of his voice.

"You were standing outside all this while?"

"I..uhh..no, I...uh.. forgot something I just came back to get it, if you don't mind.", you knew he was lying, his lips were dry from the coldness, his nose was red and his body was shivering. When you saw him, you felt even worst, you accused him of wanting to have sex with you for fun, but someone who's just playing around won't wait in this cold weather.

"I love you too."

"What did you say?", he said, a smile lighting up his face.

"I said I love you too.", the next thing you know, you were both inside, you against the wall and Jaebum giving you deep passionate kisses, you had a hard time breathing being it your first time to kiss someone so aggressively. Pieces of clothing were strewn all over the floor, as you both struggled to get to your room. You pressed your thumb over his lips trying to catch your breath, "Can't you be a little more gentle?"

He scoffed, "I waited 3 long years for this and you're really asking me to be gentle?", you both laughed at his remark, but despite his joke, his kisses did become gentle. He planted soft kisses on your neck, while your hands roamed his body.

"God, you're beautiful.", you said, as you eye the glory that is his body

. "You're the one who's beautiful.", he said , leaving a trail of kisses on your collarbone, "You have no idea how many times i've imagined doing this to you." "Do you have any idea how dirty that sounds?", you purred, the sounds of lips clicking and ragged breaths were the only sounds that surrounded the room, his hands that were gently placed on your back were now on the hook of your bra. You gasped from the sudden cold sensation on your back, "Do you want me to stop?", he asked.

"My mind wants to say no, but my heart says yes. Since someone told me I should try thinking with my heart once in a while, then, I guess it's a yes." He smiled and gave you a quick peck on the lips as he skillfully unhooked your bra, after tossing the garment aside, one hand kneaded your bare chest while the other was at your back to keep you from falling. You took the chance to make your move, you cupped his face and gave him a deep kiss, with each passing moment it was like a fight of dominance between you both. He trailed his hand from your bare chest to your heated core, a gesture which made you gasp. He took this chance to slip his tongue in, but being the inexperienced kisser that you are, what was supposed to be a French kiss turned into a sloppy one.

Your legs weakened when he started circling your clit with two fingers, the squishing sound being produced only heightened your arousal, you could feel the wetness trickling down your thigh, "You're sopping wet Y/N-ah.", he fastened his pace, you clung onto him to keep your balance and to muffle your moans. "Oh my God, Jaebum-ah...that feels amazing.", you said in between pants. Jaebum was panting as well from the fast steady pace he was doing, "Scream for me Y/N-ah, I want to hear you scream my name.", you refused to moan for him so he maintained his pace. The pleasure was driving you crazy, you felt a knot forming on your stomach with Jaebum's ministration, "Jaebum-ah! I think I need to go to the bathroom."

He quickened his pace even more, the knot on your stomach was now building and you felt like it was going to explode anytime soon, "Cum for me, babe.", when you felt the knot explode, your legs finally gave up but Jaebum was there to catch you.

"That felt so good Jaebum-ah.", just when you thought it was over, Jaebum gently laid you on your bed and he positioned himself in between your legs, you could feel his throbbing member as he brushed it against your clothed core "We're just getting started Y/N-ah.", he swiftly slid your underwear off and threw it across the room and then his underwear followed.

You felt your eyes widen and your core dampen from the sight of Jaebum's member, it was covered in pre-cum and its veins were embossed, making it appear like it was about to explode, "That's going inside? Is it going to fit?", you asked, with a worried look on your face.

He didn't respond and started showering your body with kisses, you feel a warm sensation in all the places his lips touch, and you drown in Jaebum's intoxicating scent as he hovered over you, "I love you Y/N-ah.", he chanted repeatedly after every kiss. When he reached your core, he licked his finger and slowly pushed the digit in.

"Ah!!! Jaebum!", you moaned. He pumped in a slow pace and slowly adding a finger after the other, he was stretching you out for what was about to happen next. You bear with the pain knowing that Jaebum will not do anything to harm you, after some time he pulls out his fingers, glistening from your wetness. "Are you really sure about this Y/N-ah?", he asked after laying a kiss on your temple, "We can stop, if you want to."

"It's okay. Go ahead."

He took his member into his hand and positioned it at your sopping core, "I'm sorry Y/N-ah, but please bear with the pain.", you shut your eyes tightly, the warm sensation indicated that he was about to enter, he slowly pushed the tip inside and then you felt a tingling sensation.Jaebum was in shock, there was blood dripping from your core indicating that you were still a virgin, cautious that he wouldn't ruin the moment, he slowly eased his member in to lessen the pain, "Are you okay? I'm going to move now.", with your eyes still closed, you nodded as the go signal.

"Fuck, Jaebum!", you screamed. As soon as he started moving in a steady pace, the pain slowly turned into pleasure. He made sure to keep his hands busy, one hand on your breast and the other on your clit.

"You feel so good Y/N-ah.", he said in between pants. His member throbbed whenever you tightened your walls around him or when you scream his name, "Say my name Y/N-ah."

"Ah!!! Jaebum! Jaebum! Jaebum!", you exclaimed, the more you screamed his name the faster his thrusts became. Your hands were clawed into his back, whenever he hits your good spot you were sure you left marks onto his back from how hard you dragged your nails onto his back.

Both your bodies had the same rhythm and the same pace, all that could be heard from the room was skin slapping together, pleasured moans and endless cursing. When Jaebum felt his climax approaching, he hastened his pace and circled your clit with his thumb, "Let's cum together Y/N-ah!", a few more quick thrust and you felt him release his love juice inside of you.

A breathless Jaebum laid on top of you, his head went up and down probably from the heaving of your chest, you brushed the hair off of his face and gave him a kiss, "That was amazing Jaebum-ah."

"No, you were amazing.", he slowly pulled himself out to get a tissue, to help you clean up. You were hesitant to let him wipe you, but he was persistent about it, "You know, I was taken aback when you bled."

"You thought I wasn't a virgin?"

He nodded while grinning, "You had two boyfriends in the past right?" "No, there was only one and he was a douchebag and we only dated for like a month, all he wanted from me was sex and he told me to stay away from you. When he said that, I immediately broke up with him.", you said.

"Oh, I see.", Jaebum was a person that easily gets jealous, and it wasn't exactly the time to make him jealous.

"I saved it for you.", you whispered, immediately pulling the covers over your head after, "I can't believe I said that."

His face lit up like a christmas tree, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing.", you and Jaebum were pulling the mattress back and forth. "No, no, no. You definitely said something."

"I said, I love you Im Jaebum.", you said.

He tugged the covers, "Yah, are you asking for a second round?", he teased. "Do you want me to die?", you laughed.

"I waited for three longs years, you can't blame me if i'm like this.", he was about to go in for a kiss but you stopped him.

You pulled him towards you and rested your head on his chest, you trail your hands from his chest towards his broad shoulders, "Let's stay like this for now, just like this.", you said nuzzling your nose in his chest.

"Yah, yah, that tickles."

You stared at him square in the eyes without saying a word, just laying beside him and drowning yourself with his beauty, "You're so beautiful."

He squinted, making his eyes look like slits, "Why do you keep saying that?" "Because you're beautiful."

"You are aware that I am man, or do I have to prove it to you again?", he suggested.

"I just can't explain it, everything about you is beautiful to me. Your face, your shoulders, the two moles above your eye, that smirk you do, your dino laugh where you look like you're about to swallow someone, the way you like to stuff food into your mouth. Heck, you even look beautiful to me even when you're pissed off and you look like your jaw is about to dislocate.", you giggled. Jaebum grabbed a pillow and covered his face, his sudden scream made you jump, "Are you okay? Are you angry because I called you beautiful?"

"I didn't think it was possible, but it is.", he mumbled.

"What did you say?", as you pulled the pillow off his face, you were taken aback because of the redness of his face, "Are you okay?"

He smiled from ear-to-ear, "I didn't think it was possible to fall even more in love with you, but it just happened.", he took you in for a hug, a hug so tight you had a hard time breathing, "I wish I confessed to you sooner, so you didn't have to date that douchebag. I could've been your first boyfriend. I might not be your first, but I intend to be your last. You last kiss, last boyfriend and the last person you'll ever love."

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interrogatormentors · 6 years

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Event Two: Straight Flush

CA: if thats howw shits gotta be i get it CA: i really do CA: just lettin you knoww youre gonna regret this. CA: and by the time you realize wwhat a fuckin mistake youvve made in pushin me awway CA: ill be far beyond your reach

-- caligulasAquarium [CA] has left the memo! --

By this point in Eridan Ampora’s life, he knew space as lonely and fickle. He knew that the gaps between stars yawned millennia, and trolls at the top clawed and stabbed each other in the back at every opportunity. As a graduate of the Fleet Academy, Eridan knew this very well. What he hadn’t been prepared for was all the fucking paperwork.

Eridan stared at the blinking cursor on the scheduling spreadsheet in front of him, but no matter how hard he crossed his eyes the numbers never started making sense. As a well-established Dreadnought Condescension team, the DC Reichenbach’s crew all possessed equally established habits and schedules. Needless to say they didn’t take too kindly to an uppity new Head Admin coming in and shuffling shit around.

Eridan leaned back in his chair, lifting his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. The ship had one of its usual hiccups then, the lights flaring as an energy shift took place. Wonderful. With his free hand Eridan fumbled for the intercom button. “Get back in the helm, Riesse.”

After a pause a light blinked on the callbox at Eridan’s side, indicating an incoming call. “Yo, it’s been a perigee. Use my name or I riot,” said Riesse.

“Oh, funny, I can’t see Shakes anywhere on your file Riesse.”

“C’mon.”

“No.”

“Errrridan.”

Eridan rested his head on his desk, staring at the floor as he tried to gather himself.

“Shakes. You’ve got a break from the helm tomorrow, we can’t keep usin’ antimatter engines like this. You know that the maintenance for it costs a fuckin’ fortune-”

“Mmmmyeah we can,” Riesse or Shakes or whatever the fuck that fucking brown’s name was. Eridan was tired of battling about it, but he still felt an obligation to protest. “I got shit to do with Bricks.”

“And the captain, and the Chief Intelligence Officer,” Eridan said. Further slouching caused his glasses to slip right off his nose onto the floor. “You can’t all take a break at the same time every week.”

“Yeah, we can,” said Shakes. “God, haven’t you ever heard of like, free time and social bonding? You should join us sometime. Bricks’ got a rad as hell campaign set up and Illhal said she might be transferring. We’ve got an open spot. Table’s big enough for one mooore. Loosen up, holy shit.”

Eridan hung up the call. “Uppity fuckin’ mudfucker,” he said, picking up his glasses from the floor. “Oh wow, let’s just stick a bulge in the captain, get free breaks just whenever.”

Ever since the helming techs had come out with mobile helmsman upgrades, highbloods who had quadrants with psionic lowbloods were crawling all over it. Some lowblood sympathetic fleet captains and helming techs and docterrors had written essays about the benefits of this new technology, which boasted alleged benefits such as increased helmsman longevity and better synchronization to the ship’s systems. The technology actually meant that those lowbloods with highblood quadrants were guaranteed the ability to move if their quads got their own ship and the rank of fleet captain, and it also meant that said lowbloods came with a hefty pair of globes to match.

Eridan tried to assure himself that he shouldn’t have been surprised. The Reichenbach’s captain was a piece of work to say the least, and her matesprit was such a cocky bastard with no respect for his blood superiors. As blood equals, with Captain Nekara as his superior in age and rank, Eridan kept his mouth shut to humor her smug piece of shit matesprit who jittered with ridiculous amounts of excess psionic energy.

Eridan’s palmhusk started beeping then, letting him know about breaktime, and he cast a defeated look to the stark and empty crew schedule. Normally he’d just work through his break, considering he never had other obligations. This time, he tried something new.

[Welcome to Poker Palace Server 2022A, caligulasAquarium, apocalypticTreeswing, circuitryCloser, torpidAnnihilator! Please read the rules and have fun! Currently there are 40 viewers of this game.]

AT: aw (fuck) aw beans aw no AT: playing with (fucking) TA?????? CC: hhehhe get wrekt dood CA: wwhat CA: do you knoww each other AT: nah dude’s a (damn) bot or whatever and wins every (fucking) time AT: shoot i wanted to bet money on this match too CC: just bet on TA man CC: thhey’re like always online ur going to make a hHELLA profit AT: my pride tho CA: wwhat pride AT: DUDE :*C

Poker didn’t seem too labor intensive, especially when Eridan could theoretically still work on the schedule on the other monitor. As time progressed he instead found that the match he’d gotten roped into took all his focus after the user torpidAnnihilator wiped the floor with all of them as apocalypticTreeswing had warned. Users could theoretically stay for infinite matches, and so a rematch began.

TA won again.

And again.

Over and over TA called bluff after bluff, and unveiled hand after winning hand after intimidating everyone else, even as AT and CC left and were replaced by other users. Each user expressed dismay at seeing TA there, but something in Eridan had been awoken.

He needed to win. So he kept playing even as his break ended, eyes flicking from schedule to poker match as he continued to lose over and over. He could have fun and loosen up, totally. He just had to win first.

[Welcome to Poker Palace Server 3014C, caligulasAquarium, torpidAnnihilator, gentrificationAwaiting, corporealTone! Please read the rules and have fun! Currently there are 67 viewers of this game.]

CA: ready to lose fucker CA: you cant wwin forevver CT: ...what CA: do i look like im talkin to you GA: i mEan it’s an opEn chatroom, so GA: if you’rE talking to TA good luck haha, CA: ivve been goin at it for four perigees hes gotta lose sometime CT: ...lol GA: LOL, GA: i’vE bEEn playing for tEn swEEps!! GA: thEy don’t losE! CA: wwell wwere gonna see about THAT noww wwont wwe CA: if youvve got a penchant for believvin anyone that isnt the empress can be infallible youre sadly fuckin mistaken CA: one wway or another im gonna fuckin provve it and then youll eat your fuckin wwords. chumps

TA said nothing as per usual, but this silence stopped bothering Eridan long ago. He had become used to the empty silence that filled the digital lobby during games. Every muscle in Eridan��s body tensed as time went on and he focused, watching everything unfold as he kept his cards close to his virtual chest. The match concluded as it usually did, with GA and CT folding and TA refusing to show their hand. After playing this long, however, Eridan had learned to take his chances. If they needed to, TA usually folded or called a bluff second. This time they’d held onto their cards.

CA: bluff you dont havve shit CT: ...we both got shit hands you know hes got a good one CA: still callin it

With the bluff called, TA’s hand flipped over to reveal a four, two fives of separate suits, and an eight. Not necessarily a bad hand, but not a good one. The entire world stopped and Eridan felt a funny lurch in his digestive sack. He lurched to his feet, staring at the screen for a good minute.

For so many perigees, Eridan had worked towards this very moment. Each second that he stood there taking slow, shaking breaths to comprehend what had just happened felt like an eternity of downright euphoria. He’d done it.

However the world, and more importantly the game, wouldn’t wait forever. He moved his shaky hands to type out the damning words.

CA: straight flush CA: i wwin

A silence followed, and Eridan felt so fucking giddy, like there were clouds below his feet. He hadn’t felt this good in perigees. The commenters who had been gossiping about the inevitable outcome of the match had lapsed into shock with the other players also at a loss. TA, as always, remained silent. Finally, GA and CT began to type, almost in unison.

GA: what CT: ...holy shit GA: arE you fucking serious no WAY you’rE cheating! CA: if this wwere anythin but an online servver i wwould be less insulted CA: i cant code my wway out of a wwet paper bag CT: ...still theres no way you couldve beaten him of all people CA: look a lot of this game is luck okay wwhat the fuck are you talkin about CA: havve you evven played poker before in your life TA: Huh. TA: Well, thII2 II2 a 2urprII2e. TA: ThII2 game wa2 quIIte refre2hIIng, thank you. CT: ...hhhhhhhooooh my god

The match closed itself then, leaving Eridan staring at his victory screen. Something about that quirk seemed familiar, but he shook the thought away. The one he’d known with that quirk had disappeared a sweep before Eridan himself had left the rebellion. He had to be dead by now. Friend requests started pinging on his poker profile as he sat there, viewers of the match itself enamored by the new champion. More than a few angry messages popped up, considering TA’s popularity in betting circles. Only one private message caught Eridan’s attention.

TA: Let me know IIf you would lIIke to play me agaIIn 2ometIIme. TA: II am very aware you have been 2talkIIng 2erver2 lookIIng for me and that would 2ave 2ome ha22le on your end II thIInk. TA: That was the mo2t fun II have had for a whIIle. TA: II may have two quIIt 2oon con2IIderIIng your mo2t deft humIIlIIatIIon, but fIIndIIng a new hobby II2 laborIIou2.

Eridan reread the messages at least five times to absorb just what the mysterious reigning champion of the poker ring was actually offering. There was an odd little flutter in his chest, something he’d thought he’d never feel again. Pride, and a well-earned, well deserved sense of pride at that. Acknowledgement by an ever-supreme master at a craft, even for something as little as poker, meant worlds to him. He couldn’t help the grin that crossed his face, still on a euphoric high at the sudden turn of events.

CA: uh wwoww okay CA: look evveryone loses evventually unless youre hackin or wwhatevver CA: surprised no one else called you out TA: The thIIng about garnerIIng a reputatIIon IIn onlIIne communIItIIe2 II2 IIntimIIdatIIon and people fallIIng on your bulge in terror ju2t come2 wIIth the whole package. TA: And a2 you know, that II2 the name of the game. CA: i thought it wwas poker TA: What? TA: Oh, very funny. CA: oh my god you talk like a fuckin loser howw old are you TA: That II2 a very rude que2tIIon. TA: II wIIll 2ee you agaIIn, ErIIdan. All haIIl the Empre22. CA: all hail i guess

TA logged off then. Eridan continued to bask in his own victory before freezing, eyes scanning over the last few messages TA had sent.

That couldn’t be possible.

He took a moment, eyes fixed on that one sentence in the chatlog again before he flipped over to his personal profile. No, nothing there. He had made sure not to put any identifying information on his profile apart from his blood color code, which more than a few members did. His name wasn’t anywhere on the site.

Swallowing hard, Eridan closed the poker site down for now and opened this week’s schedule and maintenance logs. Only victory mattered, and he’d accomplished that. What could some random nobody on the internet do to him?

Maybe Shakes’ D&D session would be a little less nerve-wracking.

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whirlybirbs · 6 years

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summary: #bittercoffee. in which the reader is ghosted after the date with bucky and tony stark is to blame. but, an internship opportunity at the tower has her ready to bite back. rating: mild swearing and a brainiac reader. fight me. word count: 1.6k a/n: my bittercoffee!reader is about to fuck shit up. sorry for the lack of buck-o in this one. he’s coming up next part. enjoy!

Bucky doesn’t come in for coffee the next morning.

And when you text him, wondering sweetly if maybe he had “avenging to do”, your text is met with silence. Nothing. You don’t text him again until late that night when you’ve hiked back from the shop in the rain. You ride the subway in silence. You have your earbuds in. No music. Your body rocks with the train. Your fingers move quick across your phone screen.

I hope everything’s okay?

You make it to your apartment, sad and somber and angry. You’re soaked to the bone and weighed down. The growing anxiety that Bucky had decided you weren’t worth his time, or maybe he didn’t like you enough was eating away at you, and though it feels childish, you cry. It’s muffled into the sleeve of your NYU sweatshirt.

Marissa comes in, having heard the quieted sobs, and offers you some microwaved pizza. You decline, to sick on sadness to think about eating.

“Sometimes boys just don’t work out,” she said, “No matter how much we like them.”

You look like hell, and the next morning? Still nothing. No texts, no Bucky. The coffee shop is slow and empty thanks to the rain. You feel the same way. You try not to let Matt into the inner turmoil, but he knows something’s not right.

You push the feelings down and away and pretend you’re fine.

You do for the whole week.

And then you begin to think you’re never going to see Bucky Barnes again.

Until, one night, on your walk back from campus, you notice you’re being followed. It’s a taxi - or at least you’d thought - until it follows you to the subway stop and a man in a suit steps out. He’s bigger, no older than his mid-forties, looking less than pleased with the rain. He sits in the same subway cart as you, gets off at the same stop. He walks past your apartment, though, and from your dining room window you watch him climb into another car. A black Lincoln.

The license plate reads ‘HAPPY’.

The back window has a Stark Industries decal on it.

You begin to notice more of strange little things like this - the same man comes in and gets coffee one morning. You pretend you have no idea who he is, but your heart rate is pounding and you’re half-convinced he’s going to gun you down at register one.

He doesn't though. He sits, he watches, he sips his coffee. You think maybe this is some kind of intimidation play.

You stand your ground though; you even bus his table, smiling and asking him how his day is.

When he’s leaving, you snap a picture of him, pretending to snapchat, and you save it.

Sniped.

You reverse image search him when you get home that night and land a positive ID. You’re hunched over coffee and the notes surrounding your midterm thesis paper around integrated militarized biotech. The blue light of your laptop illuminates the room, and you cheer, mouth full of popcorn, when you nail his name down.

You think maybe Bucky would be proud of you. You’re a good sidekick. But, well, that ship has sailed. Your heart hurts a little bit thinking about him.

The guy from the shop is Harold Hogan. Personal bodyguard and trainer to the one and only Tony Stark.

You begin to note more Stark property along your walk to work. The building across from you has been bought out. Apparently some housing project Stark is working on. You learn to look at the license plates. The Avengers Tower decal for parking is minuscule but apparent if you know where to look. It includes security clearance.

You’re clearly being watched.

And then your wifi starts to act up, too. Through some more backwards engineering, you delve into the internal system codes of the apartment router and find that a external proxy has been set up. Your cookies, data, history and any and all saved files are being copied and routed to an apartment in Queens. You get the IP address. You track it to a May Parker.

No doubt a relation to Peter Parker.

No doubt you were being watched thanks to that Stark Internship.

You call Bucky that night, curse him out on his voicemail - it’s long winded and angry and maybe you had a little bit too much wine - and tell him to tell Stark to fuck off. You don’t hear anything back, but you’re sure someone got the message -- if anything, Stark probably tapped into your cell long ago.

Things are starting to stack up against Iron Man.

You’re starting to think maybe there’s a reason why you haven’t seen Bucky Barnes. That reason has got to be Tony Stark.

You’re not sure why, but you can’t let it go. You know deep down it’s because you like Bucky far too much for it to just slip your mind. You didn’t date often -- and Bucky was pretty. Handsome and funny and shy and… Sad. You find yourself worrying about him, wondering if he’s walking around Brooklyn late at night, trying to find himself. You hope he’s okay. You regret telling him he ‘fucking sucks’ on his voicemail the other night.

So, you start to formulate a plan. You think about sauntering right into the Tower downtown, strolling up the reception and asking for Tony Stark -- but no doubt the man was busy, and there was no guarantee security wouldn’t drag you out kicking and screaming when they explained he wasn’t there and no, you couldn’t speak to him.

Email was a no-go. He’d probably just ignore it. Phone, too.

You could knock on Peter Parker’s door and interrogate the high schooler for information on why you’re being watched. But, you knew why you were being watched -- it was because you knew too much about Bucky Barnes.

Then, when you think you’re shit bum out of luck, an opportunity falls into your lap. Trips and lands. You catch it by the throat.

Your last class of this particular Thursday is a lab; normally running about four hours, it leaves you hungry and tired and wanting nothing more than to bolt home and kick start your homework. Though working on your actual conceptualized thesis is fun, time seems to drag on.

But, today, you were talking internships.

“You know,” your professor’s name is Sarah -- she insists you call her Sarah -- and she’s sweet. The class is dominated by men mostly, so she excitedly chatters with you when she can. You like it. Sarah leans against your lab bench after the small lecture. You’re soldering some wires together on the mechanisms functions panel, “I have a certain internship in mind for you.”

“Oh?” you say, a smile tugging at your face, “Please, enlighten me.”

Sarah laughs. “I got an email earlier this week… NYU typically isn’t one of the Universities gets these type of offers, but… Stark Industries is looking to hire.”

You feel the color drain from your face. “Stark Industries, huh?”

“They’re looking for medical students, actually,” she murmurs, “But, I want you to apply. You’re biomedical and you’re great, so if anything, they’ll be even more interested.”

“Have you… put my name down on anything yet?”

Please say no, please say no.

“No,” she says and you nearly cheer, “But, the interviews are next Monday -- are you interested? I can always email them back --”

“No!”

Sarah nearly jumps back.

“I mean -- yes, I’m interested,” you reassure her, gloved hand touching the sleeve of her lab coat, “I’m just thinking maybe don’t let them know who I am or my major or...? They might discriminate because of the medical thing…”

Totally not because of other reasons.

“Right!” Sarah hums, “You’re so right. And the best part? You’ll be surprising Tony Stark.”

You nearly laugh in her face. “Are you saying…”

“He’s doing the interviews -- some special involvement campaign, I guess. He wants to get to know our grads, get to know who he’s hiring. After the whole H.Y.D.R.A. infiltration thing, it makes sense. A lot of grads have turned it down, but I can dig up some recommendations for you. You can bring them with you --”

“Please do,” you grin, hands clasped in a tight ball, “You’re the best.”

Sarah grins, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she claps you on the shoulders. “I’m so excited!”

Me too, Sarah. Me too.

It’s 8:30 am, Monday morning.

Marissa is looking at you like you have three heads.

You’re tugging on your patent leather heels, sweeping your hair into a professional looking bun. The romper you have on is black with a dipping neckline -- your blazer is bright red. You feel like you could kill a man with a single look. It’s a confidence boost. You need all the help you’re going to get.

“So... you’re meeting with Tony Stark. For the internship.”

“Well,” you mumble, bobby pin between your teeth as you fix your bun, “Not really.”

Marissa blinks down at your resume. In fine print, along the top, under your name, it reads:

‘Please, ask me about my slideshow!’

“You… You have a slideshow.”

You swivel your laptop across the kitchen counter. The screen glows alive with the slideshow in question.

Marissa’s jaw drops. She reads from the title slide.

“Why I’d Like Tony Stark to Fuck Off?”

You shoot her an award winning smile, sweeping your resume and faux cover letter into a protective cover. It slips neatly into your handbag and you yank the memory drive from your laptop as well.

“Is this some activism stuff?” she mumbles, “Anti-Avengers propaganda?”

You pause.

“Sure.”

And with that, you’re out the door. Behind you, Marissa shouts.

“Let me know if I have to bail you out of jail!”

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1/2 of frat party college!bts based on miss hyuna’s lip & hip if u wanna find the longer college!aus these will be based off go (here) um tw: drinking/ns*w implication/u call jimin petnames i gtg

Namjoon

is probably not even sure how he got to this frat boy party

pretty sure one of his tattoo clients might have told him about it, greeted him at the door, and then disappeared to get p*ss drunk somewhere

he has like one cup of whatever the hell is given to him when the bad music blaring through his ears becomes too much and he tries to head up to find somewhere else to be

he tries to rooms upstairs, but it’s just couples on couples on couples

in one room, he sees someone mid-changing, their shirt stuck over their head and their back to namjoon

“im sorry,,,” he says, awkwardly - but in the same deep charming voice

and it’s actually,,,you who he walks in on,,,

and you manage to get your shirt on, to turn and see a glimpse of namjoons face

before he shuts it, eyes glued to the floor

you know him,,,he’s that nerdy - yet intimidating guy who you’ve seen around campus,,,

who you’ve always kind of thought was cute

so when you leave the room, you venture to fine him

getting lucky when you head upstairs to the roof of the frat house,,,,seeing a familiar long figure sitting up against the side of the wall, book beside him as he looks at his phone

and to be honest,,,,,you don’t even much think about how embarrassing what you’re about to do is

when you walk on over, only to take his phone by surprise and get yourself comfy inbetween his legs

namjoon’s dark eyes widen, as he stares at you

“w-what are you-”

you look down at his phone and it’s some plain background, only the basic necessities - messaging, email, ebooks

“you can’t just look through people’s -”

he starts, but you stare up at him, through your eyelashes and place his phone ontop of his abandoned book

namjoon swallows when you lean in closer to look at him

he’s so tense,,,,and nervous,,,,it betrays his mature apparence and makes you giggle

but he’s,,,,not angry about you either - instead you think your eyes have sort of captured him

you can feel that he’s not,,,against this,,,

“you’re ,,,,,,cuter than i thought.”

you mumble, half egged on by your curious interest and the energy of the party

you lift your hand up to trace down his sharp jawline

“can i?” you coo, stopping your finger at the beginning of his neck

namjoon doesn’t seem to understand you,,,his brain running a mile a minute till you press your lips to the skin and graze your teeth ever so slightly down

he makes a noise, from the back of his throat - but his hands that had hovered weirdly between being on your hips or staying by his side finally make a decision

he pulls you in close, it makes you even more adventerous as you kiss down into the slope of his collar

suddenly,,,namjoon is very grateful to whoever that guy was that invited him

Jimin

you’ve actually known jimin for quite sometime,,,you grew up in the same neighborhood and had somehow ended up at the same university

just,,, he was a straight a nursing student

who diligently did his work hours and never really “got out”

while you were somewhere (with someone) new every night,,,,,,

so seeing him at the yearly party hosted by some frat on campus had shocked you,,,

but it had also made you excited - maybe finally you could see what was under jimin’s shy and docile personality,,,maybe there was something more

so,,,,as you dance - pressed between people you don’t care to know - you watch jimin standing beside a couple of other boys

he looks around the room, like a lost puppy and doesn’t try to join the other people making messes in corners or getting sweaty to the music

but you,,,want to change that

so you get your way over there, stopping in front of him and making jimin’s already wide eyes go deer-in-headlights

except the headlights is you,,,,in an outfit that makes jimin’s mouth go dry and his fingers tremble around the can of beer he’s holding

“jiminnie,,,,,,how have you been?” you tilt your head wit ha smile and someone beside jimin whispers ‘jiminnie?!?!’

jimin’s own cheeks go bright red at the old nickname, he tries to say something but his voice nearly cracks

god all it took was calling you that and you’re a mess? how adorable

you think, devilish grin on your face as you reach out to take his arm

“let’s dance?”

jimin’s protest is only heard in his head - the can of beer nearly drops, but taehyung grabs it

you find yourself pressed back in the group - people are shouting and the music is deafening

but your entire focus is on jimin, the way his lips part slightly - his eyes dart between your mouth, your body, and your own eyes

but he can’t keep your gaze long enough, he grows smaller under it and you,,,,love it

you take his hands - which are nearly not touching you, and put them on your hips

your own arms snake around his neck and soon enough you and jimin don’t have enough space between the two of you for a piece of paper

his friends are watching, jaws dropped as jimin - pure, angelic, hardworking student jimin

grips you closer and although they can’t hear whats going on

you hear it, jimin’s slow and pretty unwinding

“do you like this ,,,,,jiminnie-?”

“don’t call me that,,,,”

he says - like he’s short of breath

you tease him, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear “i wont, i wont baby”

you’re pretty sure jimin’s entire body reacts to that - in a way more fulfilling than you could have imagined and yeah,,his friends don’t see him for the rest of the night after that

Taehyung

taehyung is an engineering major, who likes skateboarding and beating underclassman jungkook at videogames

people don’t think he’s a party person - but he is

mostly for the social aspect of it,,,,he likes to just chill and hangout at them,,,

but even at this party,,,something feels different,,,,and taehyung realizes that it starts with you

you’re in a couple of his classes, taehyung has noticed the small things about you

the small,,,,beautiful things about you

and he doesn’t know if you’ll show up - if parties, especially at frat houses, is your scene

but all of that is answered when he feels someone tap his shoulder

he calls your name, happy to see you - but also trying to distract himself from the blush of pink over your complexion (probably from drinks,,,or from the obscene heat of everyone being packed in here like sardines)

you sway a little, looking at taehyung with eyes that flash with sparkles,,,,taehyung doesn’t want to assume anything,,,but those are eyes that are saying-

“can you,,,maybe get me another drink?”

your voice is sweet and taehyung tastes it - but his friends are all here so he acts like nothing is different

“,,,yes! um wait one sec-”

you smile, thanking him before he can even finish before putting your hands on his shoulders and lifting yourself just a bit

you place your lips over his

and the group all gasps surronding you two

taehyung’s brain runs a mile a minute but his body,,,reacts quickly and his hand comes up to hold the side of your face

his head tilts and his eyes close

and it’s a little,,,exhibitionist,,,to do thise with others staring in shock

but taehyung could care literally less

as you pull back and grin

“it tasted great,,,,thank you,,,”

you twirl past him, almost like you’re on cloud nine

and jimin wants to say “taehyung, who was that?!?”

but taehyung isn’t listening

he hands his cup to someone and follows you through the crowd

again you find yourselves close,,,your back againt the wall as taehyung whispers something in your ear

and you both come into class the next morning messy haired and afterglowing,,,,,

you’re wearing taehyung’s sweats LOL

Yoongi

free food and booze is what yoongi came for - ending up the ‘photographer’ of the party was not

he doesn’t even have his DSLR,,,he’s just being dragged around by random people with his phone out

taking photos for peoples snapchats and having groups of three or four people ask him to record their attempts at beer pong or making out ,,,

he doesn’t want to do it - and he’s on the verge of telling everyone to piss off

sitting on the couch squished between people peskering him every which way

until he feels a soft touch on his elbow

he turns, ready to go off one whoever it is that wants him to take some dumb photo

when he sees you,,

he’s seen you before - in passing

and he’s always been fascinated that someone like you,,,were just in this normal university,,,,walking around looking like that

and ,,,, now,,,, that face he had found so stunning was flushed and glossy

your voice slurred, but still sounded just as cute as ever

“yoongi,,,”

you knew his name!?!?!

“take some of,,,me?” you hiccup, giggling into your palm as yoongi shifts

he can feel your entire body pressing against his side and he stutters over a reply

when you suddenly press a cheek to his arm “please?”

he takes out his phone,,,not sure what kind of pose you want to do and if he’s going to be able to handle it

when you shake your head, get up and motion for him to follow you

on the way, your take his hand in yours and yoongi takes photos of your locked fingers

and somehow you two end up in an empty room and you playfully switch on the light, falling onto an empty bed and throwing up a peace sign

“is it cuuuuute?!?!” you laugh as yoongi comes close, but not joining you, to take a photo

you get up, pouting and take the phone from yoongi’s phone

“ya-”

his voice hitches when you turn around, and gently push him onto the bed

yoongi watches you,,,unsure if you know what kind of position you’re both in like this,,, but you seem to not care

as you scramble to straddle him, using the phone to take photos of him - his bewildered expression making you laugh even more

but, as yoongi tries to tell you to cut it out- to stop being silly

the phone slips from your hands and falls beside yoongi’s head on the bead

“if i get up,,,will you stay here?”

you say now,,,hushed and low

yoongi swallows, but nods - unsure still of what you’re planning

you get off of him, tettering a bit as you go back to turn the lights off and yoongi watches you, using his elbows to prop him up

“why are you-”

in the dark, yoongi stops because he’s sure he’s answered his own question in his mind

when you return, hot breath and shy hands as you get on the bed again

and yoongi suddenly doesn’t care about the phone or the party or anything but taking in every sight of you like this and keeping it all to himself,,,

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