#gong yoo slap me please

[dcbbw]

Coitus Interruptus

This is my submission for @choicesflashfics​; I used the following prompt: “I can’t believe you would even think to leave me like this.” It will appear in bold.

This story is also the answer to a nonny ask: Has Riley ever faked the big “O”?

Thank you to all who read over snippets of this fic.

Thank you to all who will read the story. Your likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated more than you know. 

Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Editor rates me at 98% error free.

Pairing is (future) #Riam

All characters (except the children) belong to Pixelberry

Song Inspiration: Love to Love You, Baby, Donna Summer

Word Count: 2,400

Rating: Going with M/Mature because of lemon-scented Pledge

“You were simply wonderful this morning, love,” the King of Cordonia praised his Queen.

The couple were in the backseat of their chauffeured limousine, returning to the Palace after spending the morning at House Theron for a charity event sponsored by Duchess Joelle:

Gender is a Spectrum: A Union of Art, Fashion, and Inclusivity.

The program consisted of breakfast with the King and Queen, followed by an hour-long fashion show where models of all sexual orientations carried the Duchess’ latest art collection as they strutted and sashayed the runway in the latest haute couture from Ana De Luca, House Beaumont, and a rising up-and-comer from Duchy Domvallier whose works had been discovered on the app Fashion Parade.  

For the fashion show, Liam had been the emcee and Riley, one of the models.

“I starved myself to be able to fit into those skinny, too-small outfits!” Riley complained as she dug in her purse for her cellphone.

“You were modeling the extended size collection,” Liam reminded her as he nuzzled her neck. “And did so beautifully.”

Riley’s head swung around, her blonde bob swinging synthetic hair across her cheek. “Extended sizing begins at SIZE 8, Liam! SIZE 8! NOTHING on my body wears a size 8!”

She sighed as she resumed her search. “I swear, this baby weight … maybe dieting is a good thing.”

Liam didn’t bother to point out their baby, Theodore, was now seven years old.

“You’re on a diet?” he asked in surprise.

“Not really.” With a cry of triumph, her hand emerged from the handbag with the phone. She turned her head once more, her eyes narrowed with distrust. “Are you saying I NEED one?”

Liam shook his head quickly. “No.”

The couple had a rare weekend free; their sons were at Applewood visiting with Regina and their Aunt Lena. Both had plans for their open weekend.

Neither had communicated their plans with the other.

Liam had plans for his wife that involved no clothes, no work phones, and lots of sex. He wasn’t chancing an argument.

“AND you had breakfast this morning, so not starving,” he quickly changed the subject.

“Do you know how long ago THAT was?” Riley demanded.

Liam did know. Riley had eaten breakfast aboard the royal family’s private rail coach at 8am. It was now 11:30am.

“You call TWO pancakes and ONE sausage patty breakfast?? THAT is NOT breakfast! A snack, at best.”

Riley’s plans involved eating food she wouldn’t have to cook or share, simping over Gong Yoo, and finding a new hiding place for her snack wagon and hamper.

Ever since Liam’s children had entered the picture, Riley had no food to herself any longer. From the moment of conception, his kids had been nothing but crumb snatchers stealing all her food. If they had been her children, they wouldn’t do her like that.

Riley often wondered how she ended up a single mother, and sole food source to kids that weren’t even hers.

Liam moved closer to his wife, his lips ghosting her jawline. His thumb grazed against her nipple, hidden beneath a red cotton camisole tunic and black sports bra. His lips curved as he felt it harden beneath his touch.

Riley slapped his hand away. “I’m trying to make a phone call!” she chided snappishly.

“To WHO?” Liam demanded as he rubbed the offended spot on the back of his hand.

“The kitchens! I need sustenance!”

“We’ll be home in a matter of minutes,” the King argued. “You can order from the rooms, and we can … pass the time until it’s delivered.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively as his palm rubbed her thigh.

Riley stared at her husband; her expression was neither agreeable nor amenable.

We’re hungry for two different things, she thought. I’m Team Chicken Kiev.

Her gaze went back to her phone, and she continued dialing. Liam rolled his eyes, annoyance flashing briefly in them.

He knew when Riley was hungry, she was impossible to deal with. He should simply wait until she satisfied her basic hunger before gratifying his baser ones. But Liam was in heat for his wife, which made him obstinate, impatient, determined.

We can have a quickie, and after she’s eaten … she’s all mine, all weekend.

The King pulled his wife close to him, her cheek nestled in the crook of his shoulder as she prattled off a litany of menu items to one the Palace’s chefs: Chicken Kiev (it could be fried or baked, as long as it was crispy); wild rice with mushrooms and gravy; string bean almondine; fried spicy sausages; fried potatoes; devil’s food cake slices; baklava; milkshakes.

Liam smirked down at her. “I have all the sausage you need, love.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Riley’s eyes peered up at him. “Yours isn’t spicy or fried. Just bland and boiled.”

Once safely inside their personal quarters, the parents video chatted with their children, oohing over the excited chatter about attending a magic show the night before, and playing soccer with the local youth in the still-healing orchards earlier in the morning.  

They ahhed at the fact that after lunch, Aunt Lena was taking them to a street fair where there would jugglers, clowns, and cotton candy.

They bid their sons hasty farewells when the twins stated they wanted a dog, and their youngest began begging for a snake. A big snake, like the ones found in rainforests and jungles.

After the chat was over, Riley immediately called downstairs about her food.

Not ready yet. Soon.

She was leaned over, looking inside her nearly empty snack hamper and frowning at two packs of peanut butter and cheese crackers, when she felt Liam’s strong arms encircle her waist. His breath was warm and ticklish as his lips brushed over the raised hairs on the back of her neck.

Despite the rumblings coming from her stomach, Riley’s body responded instantly to Liam’s touch; she straightened up, pushing her back against his broad chest. She wriggled her ass against the crotch of his pants. She felt Liam’s lips curl against her skin, responding with a smile of her own.

And then her stomach loudly growled, and all thoughts of lust and lovemaking left her brain.

Where is my FOOD? How soon is soon? And now this man thinks I want the D.

The Queen exhaled a deep negro-spiritual sigh.

Let me handle this real quick.

Liam, of course, did not realize this. He thought her deep, put-upon sigh was a low moan caused by his roaming fingers and butterfly kisses. His wife’s eagerness in pulling off her clothes spurred him to disrobe in record time. The King did look strangely at his now nude wife as she hurried to their bed.

Riley preferred to saunter and tease him with her body.

“Come here, lover … touch my nakedness,” she purred as she crooked her index finger at Liam.

Riley was definitely never so bold, not when it was the two of them alone and intimate. This was when her vulnerability, her submissiveness to him freely revealed themselves.

But Liam’s need for her touch, her feel, her taste was almost overwhelming, and he began reasoning and justifying her unorthodox actions.

She’s in need more than me!

“I would deny you nothing,” Liam muttered in a husky whisper, his naked body joining hers on the bed.

He positioned himself so her breasts dangled enticingly above his mouth; his lips wrapped tightly around an elongated nipple, and he began to suckle gently. His hand curled around his very erect shaft, lightly stroking himself from head to base. He whimpered softly at the feel of his wife’s fingers in his hair.

“OW!” he yelled as she pulled his hair, hard. “What the HELL, Riley?”

“I want you inside me. Deep inside me,” Riley explained as she settled spread-eagled on the bedcovers. “Come ON,” she whined as she surreptitiously glanced at the clock.

It’s GOT to be soon now!

There was a scowl on Liam’s face as he stared moodily at his wife. His scalp tingled where she had yanked his hair. He wanted nipples on his tongue. But Riley wanted him inside of her.

I did say a quickie first ...

The King pulled himself up on his knees, his gaze trained on his wife’s sex. He plunged two fingers inside her entrance; they flexed and curled against her walls as arousal dampened his skin. The Queen’s hips arched against his hand; slowly, Liam removed his digits, placing them in his mouth before licking them clean. He pinned her wrists above her head as he sank into her.

Immediately, Riley’s neck arched as her hips bucked against his; moans, obviously forced, were uttered along with encouragements such as, “Fuck me harder, baby. Give me your dick!”

Liam stopped his thrusting; if one were counting, he had only gotten in three. His hands released her wrists, and Riley immediately began flailing her arms about. His wife looked like a one-person show consisting of really bad porn, crooked wig included.

Liam slowly pulled out of her tightness; Riley was still gyrating her hips, throwing in a back arch for good measure before her grand finale.

His eyes alternated between widening and thinning as Riley continued her histrionics, oblivious to the fact that Liam was no longer participating.

“Oh baby … oh baby … I’m cumming. I’m cumming, Liam,” she gasped, not a drop of sweat anywhere on her body. No trembles, no panting of breath. Nothing to indicate she had exchanged pleasure with the man she claimed to love.

Because she hadn’t.

“RILEY!” Liam bellowed.

Her eyes flew open, and she grinned up at him. “Was it good for you, too? Yeah? Okie doke, lemme up!”

Liam’s palms were pressed into the sheet-covered mattress, one arm on either side of his wife. “Did you just FAKE an orgasm with me?” he demanded angrily, his complexion reddening with frustration and disbelief.

Chimes rang throughout the suite, indicating that someone had entered the quarters.

“All’s fair in love and hunger!” Riley exclaimed as she pushed Liam off her, leaving her wig behind on her pillow.

“I can’t believe you would even think to leave me like this!” Liam hollered in annoyance, his index finger pointing to his half-erect penis.

His wife didn’t even look his way. In less than 10 seconds, she had tossed her nightgown over her head, grabbed a robe, left Liam alone in the room and was greeting wait staff.

She kissed the startled employee full on the lips as her eyes took in all the food.

After two pieces of Chicken Kiev, two whole sausages, a huge portion of fried potatoes, and some green beans, Riley felt common sense return to her body. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy as she devoured a slice of the chocolate cake; it fully restored her senses and sensibilities. Completely satisfied, she hummed softly to herself as she stored the leftovers in the refrigerator.

Now she was ready to perform her wifely duties.

Happy wife, happy life.

The Queen entered the bedroom, her eyes taking in her still-naked King; Liam’s hands were interlocked behind his head, which rested on two king-sized pillows covered in silk casing. His body stretched the length of the bed, one ankle crossed over the other. He was watching an international news channel.

He did not look at his wife.

Riley bit her lip before standing in front of the television screen. She gave Liam a sultry look before enticingly sliding the robe off her body.

Liam picked up the remote and turned the electronic device off.

Undeterred, Riley slowly licked her lips as she skimmed her palms over her curves. Her fingers tugged at a black lace strap, rolling it off her shoulder.

Liam turned onto his side, away from Riley; he pressed his palms together, resting his hands on the pillows; his cheek lay on the back of his hands.  

“ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?” Riley shrieked as she threw her robe at him.

Her husband lifted his head, his eyes mere slits as he glared at his wife. “I AM AS SERIOUS AS YOU WERE PERFORMING YOUR … “

He sat up, throwing his arms in the air. “I don’t even have WORDS for what the hell you did!”

“I WAS HUNGRY!” Riley stamped her foot against the carpet.

“You lied to me and made a mockery of the most sacred act of our marriage. I have nothing further to say to you,” Liam replied coolly as he laid back down in the bed.

Riley continued to stand, a stupefied look on her face. “I’m ready now,” she whined.

Liam exhaled a loud breath. “I am neither hungry nor horny.”

“I cannot believe you are making a huge deal about me delaying sex,” Riley huffed as she continued to undress.

“This isn’t about the SEX! It’s about you thinking you can get away with faking an orgasm with me! And in such an obvious way, as if you think I’m stupid! You were extremely selfish, Riley and you attempted to play on my intelligence!”

“You KNOW how I get, Liam! You KNOW!”

“Apparently, I don’t.”

Riley pushed her lips to the side as she considered how to make this right without admitting she was wrong. Naked, she climbed into the bed, pressing her ample breasts against Liam’s muscular back.

“Show me on the doll where I hurt you,” she whispered against his tawny-complexioned skin.

Liam attempted to shrug her off, but Riley clung to him like a burr.

“Is it here?” she kissed his shoulder blade.

No response.

“Here?” Her lips brushed the nape of his neck.

Despite his best efforts, Liam felt his cock stir as his erection began to grow.

“STOP THAT, Riley!” His hand harmlessly swatted air.

Riley’s hand reached around to encircle his shaft; she smirked in satisfaction. “Ahhhh, here it is. Let me kiss it better, love.”

Liam frowned as he debated his options: Continue to refuse his wife or receive oral gratification. His pleasure derived from hers; he had never needed her mouth on his sex, but he did want it. He did enjoy it.

Immensely.

She owed him an apology.

He rolled onto his back, his eyes closing in pleasure when he felt her other warm wetness wrapped around his cock.

The couple spent the remainder of the afternoon in bed, lost in each other.

Riley didn’t fake anything this time around.

Liam made sure of it.

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#dcbbw writes #choicesflashfics #slightly nsfwish #riam

[knives-out20]

Diversity win!! The man who goes around slapping people in poverty into deathly versions of childhood games for stacks of cash until one person in the game remains after watching everyone die without reason around them is a homosexual!

#squid game #gong yoo #the salesman #the recruiter #gi hun #kang sae byeok #ali abdul #cho sang woo #kdrama #south korea #netflix #netflix orignal series #capitalism #gong yoo slap me please

[waka-chan-out]

i’m so fuckin mad you guys. i will never marry a man this unbelievably hot and my heart is pre-broken. holy shit.

#to be fair idk if i could handle that #i’d stare at him all damn day #he is. the. most attractive man. #everything about him makes me feel like my cells are MMA fighting #gong yoo daddy please slap me like you did in squid game #meg’s thoughts

[therealromewrites]

Third Time’s the Charm

Fandom: Squid Game (Netflix)

Relationship: The Salesman x Female Reader

Age: 18+ Explicit (Under 18s go away!)

Warnings: Smut, Spanking, Dominant Salesman, fingering, (Mention of slapping), fluff and fluffy aftercare, (He’s harsh, polite and fair.) rough sex in the toilets, use of mirrors, stealing, crying (From pleasure), Slight!Brat reader.

Word Count Total: 4474

Note: I LOVED Squid Game and desperately wanted fanfiction. The Salesman (Gong Yoo) just stole the show! And my heart and I wanted to share my words with the world! It took a little time and I finally did it! I hope you enjoy and please do let me know what you think! I’d love to take requests for the characters from Squid Game.

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Tagged: @philomaay​

Summary: She always manages to con the salesman in the first two meetings. Their third meeting takes a different turn.

This was how the night was not supposed to go. It was a simple job: sneak in, rob the 50th richest man's wife's bracelet and don't get caught. Just (Y/N) was about to slip the bracelet off the woman, she noticed that someone had seen her trying to swipe the bracelet. It was probably one of the wife's bodyguards. At that moment, (Y/N) made a show of letting the bracelet drop before loudly exclaiming to the crowd that the wife's bracelet fell.

There went (Y/N)'s pay day as she politely excused herself from the lady before brushing past people to find a way to hide in the big building. One of the bodyguards was tailing her as she began to weave through the crowd, she found a staircase. She lifted the edges of her dress and sprinted up the stairs to quickly try to avoid the guard.

(Y/N) would have loved to have spent more time in the party before trying to rob the bracelet. She was going to starve tonight as she found a door and slipped in. It was an upscale toilet as she rushed into one of the stalls whilst bending down to take off her heels. Who knew that pretending to dress up as rich would kill?

She locked the stall, putting the toilet seat down to then sit on the lid with her feet and dress up. The toilets were high class with smooth porcelain and bright peach-ish walls. A few minutes passed and she hoped that the guards didn't see her walk in. Just as (Y/N) was about to step off the toilet, the door to the toilets opened and she quickly retracted back into her original position.

The tap came on and the door opened again. A few hushed words were exchanged and she couldn't hear what was being said. The door closed and (Y/N) waited to let silence be her guide. However, someone else helped her out.

"You can come out now, they're gone."

The voice sounded so familiar as (Y/N) stepped off the toilet and came out the stall to meet with dark eyes in the toilet mirrors. The same slick combed hair and clean shaven face. Everything about the man was crisp and his lips were slightly tugged upwards into a smirk. It was him. She never knew his name but she coined him as 'Salesman'.

He offered money in exchange for a game of ddakji and (Y/N) gave him the slip, twice. She'd play the game and win both games for the first time without ever having to pay him 100,000 won or getting slapped by him. Once he'd start his go, (Y/N) would quietly slip 400,000 won from his suitcase and sneak away. She heard that he wanted to sell a sort of game but she couldn't be bothered to take him up on his offer.

Salesman looked smart in his suit, he ditched the grey for a pristine all black suit with a deep blood red tie. He was looking more scheming than usual as the Salesman grabbed the hand towel to wipe his hands dry. He still had his metal grey briefcase with him as she laid a cursory eye over him.

"Do you expect me to thank you for keeping an eye out for me?"

The Salesman smiled softly as he turned to fully face (Y/N). Letting his eyes slowly glaze over her form, while she looked beautiful in her black silk dress, he couldn't notice how heavy her eye bags were. Her arms were slimmer than the last time he saw her, she clearly should have taken him up on his offer. However, he knew she was a survivor. Using any means necessary to get money to live, he read her file from page to page.

"A thank you would suffice nicely but you're not the kind of person to rely on anyone to survive. If you'd like, I can call them back and you can try to evade them using your own tactics."

He had (Y/N) stuck as she shuffled her feet. Truth be told, she probably would have been able to avoid them a few minutes longer before they barged in and dragged her out. The Salesman helped buy her some time. She really should thank him because despite her tricking him, he's been nothing but nice and professional.

"You're right. Thank you. You kinda saved my back."

The Salesman smiled and gave a slight bow of his head before he watched (Y/N)'s eyes go towards the briefcase.

"So, are you here to sway someone into playing your little game?"

"Not the people outside this room. A little too high maintenance for my taste."

(Y/N) gave a brisk nod as she realised that this worked to the Salesman's favour. He had her trapped in the bathroom so she couldn't sneak away with the money. He was after her and in a way she felt a little flattered. Third time's the charm as she decided to play his ddakji game.

"I see, mister. Well, all you have to do is ask."

The Salesman's lips twitched slightly as he clicked his briefcase open to take out a blue and red ddakji disk. The previous time she took the red disk and won easily but this time she was going to go easy on him and take the blue one.

"Would you like to play a game of ddakji with me?"

"Yes I would."

"What colour would you like?"

"Blue."

(Y/N) brought her hand out to take the disk, purposely brushing her hand against his and she felt a slight shiver down her back. The Salesman reminded her of the rules which was to try to flip the opponent's card. If she did it, she would get 100,000 won, if not she would pay him 100,000 won. Otherwise, he would slap her to waive off the 100,000 won. She had nothing to worry about.

"You ready to pay up, mister?"

The man simply clasped his hands in front of his body, standing tall and attentive to watch her. (Y/N) tossed her shoes onto the sink top, before parting her legs for better balance. She brought her hand up and swung her arm down with force so the card could hit the corner of the red disk. The card didn't flip.

She was astonished as her eyes stared ahead. How? She couldn't understand how she was able to slip the card the first two times. The Salesman bent down to pick up his card as he threw his card down with great force. The red disk shot down and hit the corner of the blue which forced the disk to flip up. He did it and she had to pay.

It wasn't fair. Actually the game was fair but she needed to find a way out of this.

"Hey, I'm sure this game is rigged. The blue one is lighter than the red one."

"What do I benefit from rigging the game?"

"You get my loyalty."

"I don't need your loyalty. I want to present you with an opportunity. And besides, cheating isn't my style of persuading people."

She watched his face carefully and despite wanting to distrust him, she knew he was telling the truth. He was always straightforward with (Y/N). This is what she gets for being overconfident.

"As much as I don't want to believe it, you're telling the truth. So come on then, hit me. It's only fair."

She steps a few inches from him, bringing her face closer ready for the slap. Her eyes pinch close in anticipation of the loud cracking but instead she feels his fingers press against the sides of her jaw, lifting her chin.

"Tonight, you'll pay me back another way with your body. That is … if you consent."

The tone of his voice had dropped slightly and his words were ominous. He was a handsome man and she couldn't deny she sensed some chemistry between the two of them. She didn't know whether to be nervous or excited with his words so she maintained a neutral expression. Opening her eyes and immediately almost melting into his obsidian dark eyes.

"Say I consent. How exactly do I pay you back?"

"I'll let you know, once you've won one round."

"I consent then."

The next few minutes were spent trying to flip the other person's card. (Y/N) wasn't doing too well as she failed nearly twenty times. The Salesman was on a winning streak because he had flipped her card every single time. She owed him nearly two million. Then came the twenty first time.

Her eyes were laser focused, she didn't want to watch him. Especially now that he had shed his blazer off, looking toned under the slim fit button up. She tried to copy the way he approached the game. Bringing her card high over her head and swinging down forcefully. The card shot downwards and hit the corner of his disk, forcing it to jump up and flip on it’s other side. A wide grin grew on her face as she quietly squealed. The salesman smiled and applauded her effort.

“I guess you owe me money, mister!”

He acquiesced and reached into the briefcase to hand her money. (Y/N)’s lips curled up as she snatched the notes from his hand. She counted out the notes, the total was adding up to 500,000 won. It made no sense because the agreed amount was 100,000 won. Did he miscount? No, it’s impossible, a man like him would never make a mistake when handing out money. The toilet doors clicked with a lock as (Y/N)’s head snapped up to find him locking the door.

“This is 500,000 won.”

“I know. It’s the same amount that you took the last two times, right?”

She shouldn’t be so surprised that the Salesman knew she stole money from him but she couldn’t help the way her lips parted in surprise. He stepped closer to her, his head slightly towering over her figure and he let his eyes openly drag over her body.

“I guess that nothing gets past you, does it? Right well I assume you’d be wanting that payment back.” (Y/N) offered the money back to the Salesman. “I hope this covers at least a small portion of it.”

“I don’t need you to pay me back with money, Ms. (L/N). As I said, prior. I’ll take my payment with your body. So let me ask once again: Do I have your consent?”

If he was inferring what she was thinking of, then she most certainly consented. He was charming and tactful. Not to mention, attractive, it wasn’t an everyday thing that handsome rich men were offering themselves up on a silver platter. No doubt there was money to be earned if she used her body. All hesitations were thrown out the window as she gave a brisk nod and verbal consent.

There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere as his lips grew into a confident smirk. He brought a finger up and spun it around as a signal for (Y/N) to turn around. (Y/N)’s eyebrows raised up in surprise but she decided to make it a little harder for him. Just because she consented, didn’t mean she was going to obey him directly like a dog. She folded her arms together and stood still at her spot, making her point about refusing his orders.

“Ms. (L/N). I insist you turn around and face the mirror.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I have no qualms about calling those guards back up to let them know where their thief is.”

“Technically, I never stole anything so I’m not a thief.”

“The diamond on your finger begs to differ. While you may not have gotten the chance to take the bracelet. You used the announcement as a way to swipe Mrs. Kwon’s diamond ring.”

(Y/N) stepped back a little at the fact that he paid attention to what she was doing, clearly understanding that the diversion was a ruse to steal something almost as valuable as the bracelet. She certainly didn’t want the Salesman to call the guards up. She had no other choice but to follow through. Maybe now was not such a good time to act bratty. She exhaled slowly and followed his order, turning to the mirror to take a gander at herself.

“Hands on the countertop at all times.”

She followed his instructions again as she watched him through the mirror, trying to figure out how the gears were turning in his head. His body was a breath away from the back of hers and she felt a small tap against her ankle. She almost felt heat flood to her cheek as she slowly parted her legs slightly. He was certainly going to ruin her tonight as she flinched at his hands on the sides of her waist; pulling back slightly and almost bending her at the toilet sinks.

His facial expressions were neutral as his fingers traced down to where the slit of her dress started. The dress felt like sinking into heaven as the Salesman curled his fingers under her dress and towards Ms. (L/N)’s underwear. It wasn’t lace or silk, cotton perhaps. Her skin was warm and he could feel brief shapes of marks, most likely stretch marks, he hooked two fingers into the waistband of her underwear and pushed it down.

Watching as it dropped down her legs and pooled by her ankles and bare feet. They were cute light blue panties with pink coloured cupcakes printed on.

“Cute underwear. Did it come with the dress as well?”

“No, the underwear is mine. This dress, however, was a borrow from a friend. So I should warn you not to rip this dress.”

The salesman leaned in close, letting his mouth hover next to her ear and carefully making sure that her body wasn’t brushing against his. His eyes connected with hers in the mirror while his warm breath tickled her ear.

“I’m a man of my word, Ms (L/N).”

She felt her body lean slightly towards his body. The salesman knew how to use his sales tactics to his advantage and she was more than happy for him to keep lighting her body with fire and warmth. She felt the back of her dress shift to the side as a rush of cold air was exposed to her behind. She watched him carefully through the mirror as he smiled at her. His eyes were slowly roving over her body before reconnecting with her eyes in the mirror.

SLAP!

(Y/N) gasped loudly as her head snapped over her shoulder to see that his hand had swung and hit her behind’s right cheek. Warmth flooded the area as she brought her eyes up to connect with his. He still had that smile on his face, looking more annoying rather than charming as he informed her.

“One.”

Finally it all made sense. He was going to spank her as a way to waive off her debt to him. She felt her core tense slightly as she pretended to frown.

"Spanking, really? Aren't I a little old to be spanked?"

SLAP!

He slapped the left cheek of her butt and politely grinned at her. He knew she was trying to persuade him to give up but he wouldn't. The Salesman was a man of his word.

"Not for pretty bratty girls like you. That’s two.”

SLAP!

(Y/N) jerked at the sudden harsh contact, she should feel appalled and ashamed that she was in the toilets getting spanked by a man she barely knew. An attractive man and she felt heat and wetness grow in her core. He gave two more slaps before she felt his palm glide across her bare behind before dragging down to stroke small circles near her inner thighs. She gasped at the soft sensations he was giving her as they stared at one another in the mirror. He knew that he was getting to her and she needed to have the other hand.

“Is that all you got? I barely felt a thing.”

He quirked an eyebrow and brought his hands up to her labia where he could feel her arousal almost dripping. His fingers were rough and slender and she whimpered at the sudden feeling of his fingers brushing against her intimate parts.

“Are you sure you barely felt a thing? This is telling me otherwise.”

“You hit like a baby.”

It wasn’t her finest insult but it seemed to work as he came around and pressed his lower half against her bare back. She could feel his length through his dark slacks and her lips parted in surprise. He was certainly well-endowed as she bowed her head at the friction between their lower regions.

SLAP!

She jerked and pushed her hips back against his. He swung much harder than before and she could feel the vibration spread through her whole body. A small grunt left her lips as her head dipped lower, she couldn’t bear to keep her head up as he was taking what he wanted.

“Can you look up in the mirror, please?”

He didn’t dare to. He was officially a sadist as (Y/N) lifted her head up to connect her eyes with his. He had his usual smirk on his face as he stared at her behind. Her butt was feeling warm in his hands and her arousal was beginning to drip down her thighs a little. It was getting hard to resist sinking his cock inside her but he needed to follow through with the rules of the game. He continued to spank her, getting close to fifteen and tears were streaming down her face.

Much to his surprise, she was obeying his orders very closely and enjoying herself despite the tears down her face. (Y/N) couldn’t stop the tears as she inhaled deep breaths. She was with the devil himself as she took in his coiffed hair and pristine suit. One strand of hair was drooping down his forehead and he was composed as ever. She was very much enjoying the way he was taking the payment from her body and soon came the number that was to end this.

SLAP!

“Twenty.”

(Y/N) choked back a gasp as he brought his eyes to connect with hers in the toilet mirror, his hands coming up to pick up a hand towel and soaking it in cool water. He brought that hand to the outside of her behind and wiped around at her butt to cool down her pain. He was taking care of her and helping her calm down and she felt her heart swell for this strange Salesman. He smiled softly at her through the mirror before he took off his blazer and folded it up as a pillow, placing it on the sink top so she could turn around and sit on the jacket.

“How do you feel, Ms. (L/N)?”

“Like I paid off all my debts.”

The salesman smiled and placed a careful hand on top of her bare knees. There was one question that was lingering in her mind.

“Would you have stopped if I said?”

“Of course. I’m not a monster.”

“And is this something you do with other people?”

“You’re the first person I've done this with.”

The Salesman understood her line of questioning, regardless of presenting herself as independent, she yearned for comfort and attention. He was more than happy to give her that attention. She was different, unique. Maybe she didn’t have to be recruited into the games. He could find a way to keep her.

“What if I wanted another form of payment?”

This piqued his interest as he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. Somehow this game of ddakji brought them closer than ever as he gave her an inquisitive look. (Y/N) felt her slick soak her thighs and his blazer, she really wanted his dick and the only way to get it was to do it. Tossing the front part of her dress to the side so her vagina was open for the Salesman to see. She curled her hand around his wrist and dragged his fingers over to her lower lips and vagina. Her essence was leaking and who was he to refuse her request.

He brought his thumb to stroke small circles onto her clitoris, this had her mewl softly and arch her back closer to his body. The salesman had unveiled an ethereal goddess in his arms as he decided to forgo using his fingers and beginning to unbuckle and unzip his slacks. (Y/N) whined at the loss of his fingers but her eyes grew wide at the way his hands were sloppily unbuckling his belt and pushing his boxers down to reveal his long stiff erection.

He was gorgeous and he was certainly intent on destroying her. If tonight was the night she died, she’d happily accept it at the expense of him. (Y/N) planted her hands flat behind her as he curled his slender coarse fingers around her inner knee. He tugged her forward so she was half hanging off the sink and took the time to slowly sink his dick inside her silky walls. (Y/N) couldn’t hold back a moan at the girth of his thickness as her arms trembled to keep him in place.

The Salesman grunted at the tightness and forced his way to bottom out which had her moan loudly. He slowly pulled back and thrusted again harder which had (Y/N) groan again with pleasure from his roughness. Her hand curled around that back of his neck as she took what he was giving her. One hand hooked her leg around his waist as his other hand wrapped itself in her thick tresses, pulling her to press her soft lips against his.

It was the first time they kissed and neither one could let go as their tongues brushed and curled against one another and the Salesman began to pick up pace in his thrusts. (Y/N)’s hand dropped from his neck before settling against his toned back, her nails dug in tightly into his thin button shirt. A cacophony of animalist grunts, pants and moans danced in the air as the smell of sex and sweat melted in the air.

“Fuck! You’re so good! Ruin me!”

“I already am, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) whined at the sound of her name as her body began shaking and teetering on the edge of pleasure. She was close to her climax and he could sense it as he brought his hand down to rub at her clitoris. 

“You’re so tight! I need you to come for me, now!”

At the moment he ordered her to come, she shook and screeched her orgasm as her eyes lazily connected with his. She couldn’t dare to close her eyes and this made him grunt and ejaculate deep inside her. Her ears tingled at the rhythm of his grunts and groans as he exhaled her name. He brought his mouth down to press a sloppy kiss against the corner of her mouth before pressing his forehead against her.

Their hands glided over the other’s clothed bodies, feeling and soothing the twitching and suddenness of their releases. She was loving the way she managed to ruin his smart pristine presence as his hair was shaken out of place and his shirt was crinkled and sweat soaked. He was looking equally debauched as she was and he didn’t want this to be a one time thing between them. He might be able to convince the higher ups to take her on as a fellow salesman.

“Thank you.”

“I think I should thank you, (Y/N).”

Now came the end of their game. She knew he needed to make a sale of getting her to try out the game. She heard whispers that the Salesman offered people in debt a chance to play a series of games to win a long sum cash prize. While this was the first time he took payment this way, she knew he would offer her the card to go to the games.

“I guess now, you’d want me to have a chance at playing some games like this to earn money?”

His eyes slowly opened as he leaned his head back to gaze at her. It was a soft intimate look and she almost felt shy at the fact that she dared to ask him this kind of question. His hand trembled slightly as he pushed her hair back before resting on her cheek.

“This was never to get you to play the games.”

“Then what?”

“You tricked me twice. I had to get you back for that somehow.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at his silly notion as she lowly giggled at his words. It was a fair and enjoyable way for him to get back at her. He had a warm smile on his face as she brought her lips to press against his neck.

“Besides, I might have another more suitable way for you to pay off your debt. It will involve working with me. Is that something you could look towards to?”

Her eyebrows quirked up at his words. In this short space of time, she’s felt something grow for him and she certainly didn’t want to let go of him just yet. She lifted her head up and brought a finger to stroke against his cheekbones.

“Depends. Will it involve us coming together in … intimate, possibly compromising positions?”

“An additional perk to working beside me, perhaps.”

(Y/N) hummed as she glanced down to notice a small bump in the swell of her stomach. He was still deep inside her and she tightened her core to squeeze at his length. The salesman hissed at her sudden clenching as he watched her mischievous face grin. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as her hand sunk under his shirt to feel his taut skin.

“You might need to convince me again.”

His dick slowly began to harden as a grin took hold of his face. He carefully pulled out of her and spun her so she was facing the mirror. One of his hand rested at the base of her neck whilst the other pushed the back of her dress to the side and held her waist so her butt was pressed against his dick.

“I’d be more than happy to convince you.”

#squid game #squid game x reader #squid game smut #gong yoo #gong yoo x reader #the salesman #the salesman smut #the salesman x reader #gong yoo smut #gong yoo x reader smut

[allofuswantgwinam]

gong yoo x reader

warnings: 18+ smut, another story moved from my old tumblr lol

you laid with your boyfriend on the couch. he was laying under you and you had your head on his chest facing the tv. you were watching his newest role, the salesman. that was his character in the new series Squid Game. It was a pretty small role but definitely made an impact on the audience.

“oh shit.” you gasped when the salesman slapped gi hun. “that’s fucked up.” you said and kept watching.

“yeah.” he sighed and slid his hands under your shirt caressing your back. “i can’t really justify this character. it was just an interesting show.” he shrugged, watching your reaction to the manipulative character on the screen which is the complete opposite of the man you were on top of.. “what do you think?” he chuckled a little bit and rose his eyebrow looking at you the way the salesman did gi hun.

“i think he’s hot.” you lifted your eyes to look in his with a cheeky grin. “I’d play a game with him.” you giggled. gong yoo bit his lip and slid his hands down your back to grip your ass roughly.

“will you play a game with me then?” he spoke while flipping you over so he was on top of you. you yelped in surprise and couldn’t help but giggle some more and stared up at him curious to what kinda game he had in mind. “are you gonna slap me?” you raised an eyebrow quizzically.

“your face? no.” he spoke leaning down closer to your lips, stopping with his just above yours. “your ass? most definitely.” he smirked before pressing your mouths together in a rough kiss. he pulled away from your kiss with his hands on your hips, gripping them so tight I’m sure you’ll have fingerprint bruises later. he swiftly flipped you over onto your stomach making you squeak in surprise. you had on one of his t shirts and just a pair of panties. he had your head pressed into the cushion with one hand and his other hand holding your ass up pressed against his growing bulge. he pressed his chest into your back, his lips softly rub against your ear as he spoke deeply. “are you ready to pay your debts, hmm?” he smacked your ass harshly making you whimper.

“y-yes. I’ll do whatever you want.” you were so turned on. you’ve had your fair share of weak legs and a sore throat from screaming the day after a hot night with your man, but he’s never dominated you like this before. he grazed his teeth along the shell of your ear and slid your panties down. he lifted up off your body and palmed his hands on your behind, admiring what was in front of him. you heard what sounded like him taking his clothes off then you felt him run the tip of his dick along your glistening folds and you begged pathetically. “please mr.salesman” making him chuckle and yank you up by your hair so your back was pressed against his chest. you felt his heart beating fast against your back and his warm breathe in your ear. you moaned while he slowly started to slide inside you.

he shoved your face back into the cushions and moved in and out of you agonizingly slow. he looked down at where your bodies connected and groaned huskily, watching his dick go in and out of your dripping pussy. “do you you like when i treat you like i own you?” he smacked your ass with his free hand and started pounding into you. you were moaning uncontrollably, his thrusts making your head spin. “answer me.” he grunted out before slowing his thrusts and smacking your ass with two quick, but sharp hits.

you tried to push your ass back against him but he held your hips steady in place. in this moment he owned you and he knew it. it was turning you both on more than ever. “p-please don’t stop.” you whined pathetically. “it’s so good.” you wiggled begging for any sort of friction or action from him, making him groan and smack your ass again.

“you’re an angel. you know that?” he stared at your flushed face in admiration before before slowly beginning to grind his hips into you again. “a fucking dirty little angel.” he growled and started slamming his dick in and out of you with no mercy. “fuck you feel so fucking good….” he moaned and left sloppy kisses down your spine to whisper sweet nothings and dirty words in your ear while continuously pounding your pussy. the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed the room overpowering the sounds of the cries of agony and gunshots from the tv show you both forgot you were even watching.

“Salesman!!” you cried out, thinking he was still playing his role that you confessed to find hot maybe 10 minutes ago.

“no.” he smacked your ass and tugged on your ear lobe with his teeth. “that’s not me.” his thrusts got more aggressive. your face was scrunched in pleasure. “who owns this pussy?” he grunted in your ear, trying to keep it together feeling your pussy tighten around him ready to explode from immense pleasure.

“you!! fuck. please!” you felt tears well up in your eyes it felt so good. he kissed up your chin to your lips. “say my name.” he demanded and angled to hit your g spot repeatedly not missing it once. “gong yoo!! FUCK!!” you cried out and felt him finish inside you while you let go with no control.

“fuuuck baby..” he moaned huskily and rode out your orgasms while pressing soft kisses all over your back. the hand he had pressing your head into the couch was now wiping your messy hair off of your sweaty face. “…are you ok?” he panted softly, carefully turning you over to lay on your back and look up at him. you just laid there while looking up at the ceiling exhausted. you were trying to absorb everything that had just happened. you didn’t know your sweet gong yoo had that in him… but it was DEFINITELY sexy as fuck. “earth to Y/N/.” he chuckled and waved his hand in your face. “i know i just fucked you into next week, but i-“

“that was…amazing” you sighed and closed your eyes. “were you jealous of someone who is you?” you giggled remembering what happened when you said said the salesman’s name during your surprise pounding.

he laughed loudly and dropped down onto your body, entangling your bodies together on the couch. “not at all.. but he doesn’t own your pussy.” he pecked your lips quickly and looked straight into your eyes with a cocky smirk on his face. “I do.”

#gong yoo x reader #gong yoo #salesman x reader #the salesman #salesman squid game #squid game #squid game x reader

[philomaay]

Part twooooo. Thank you so much @charmed-asylum for letting me use your idea for this part!!💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Precious person(2)

Character: Gong Yoo(Ji-cheol) x gn!reader

Summary: Maybe he'll get revenge on your boyfriend this time. Maybe, he'll finally get you.

Warning: Yandere as fuck, stalker, creepy, kidnapping, drugging.

A/n: Gong Yoo real name is Ji-cheol so I'll go based on that. Jihon is the boyfriend's name.

Ji-cheol listened to the young man beside him talk on the phone, even though it was busy in the subway with people running around, having loud conversations, trains flying back and forth, he could still only listen to the conversation beside him. He knows who's on the other side of the phone, who this young man is talking to.

Ji-cheol knows everything about this man. He has written everything about him in a small book.

Jihon.

Jihon.

That's his name.

Jihon, works at a gaming store, he likes to drink, likes to party, and is even a bit of a flirt, hence why he has so many friends, he is a free-spirited careless guy, he believes that life is all about having fun, he has a cat, he does not have a car.

Best of all. He lives with his partner in a small apartment.

Jinhon's partner is someone that Ji-cheol knows very well. He also has a small book written everything about them.

What they like. Who they hang out with. Who their parents are. The cafés they go to. Color of their hair and eyes, the brand of cigarettes they smoke, even how they walk.

Ji-cheol has it all written down.

The subway quickly got quiet, one by one people began to disappear and suddenly, only two men were sitting on a bench.

“Baby, please....yes, yes I got it. I won't forget, next time,” Jihon complained, rolling his eyes. “I got it. I'll take out the trash next time. When are you going to arrive here?....twenty minutes?! Ugh, fine. Yeah, yeah I'll wait. See you soon.” With that, he hung up on his partner and stuffed his phone inside his jacket. He wore some black jeans, they looked worn out, underneath his jacket he had a gray hoodie and then a baseball cap.

Ji-cheol side glanced at the so called 'boyfriend' and frowned, feeling disgusted that you were dating someone who was practically a waste of air, at least according to him.

Jihon felt the stare and shuffled in his seat, clearing his throat. “Man, I can't handle all the nagging. Heh, being in a relationship sure is a lot of work.”

There was nothing that Ji-cheol could reply with because had he been in a relationship with you, he'd be the happiest man on earth. He would spoil you, be the shoulder for you to cry on, cuddle you every night, watch your favorite shows on the couch, cook you food and he would never forget to take out the trash. He couldn't see why you're still with this guy. Ji-cheol has seen the two of you together plenty of times, all happy and lovey-dovey, it made him frown. That should be him. You should hold his arm. Hold his hand. Kiss his lips. Laugh at his jokes.

Ji-cheol pushed down the disgust he had and turned to face the young man with his signature smile.

“Play a game with me.”

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Jihon cursed as another slap hit his cheek, they were getting harder and harder for each time he lost. His jacket was thrown onto the dirty floor, frustration bubbled up and his ego was being hurt. Jihon has always been competitive, Ji-cheol knows that, he has seen him play games with his friends and been angry at the fact that he lost.

Now he lost to Ji-cheol, and that made the Salesman very, very happy. Seeing your boyfriend suffer and act like a child fed into his wicked mind.

Ji-cheol up at the clock, knowing that your train will be arriving soon, he quickly sped up the game by letting Jihon win. The young man grinned and picked his jacket up from the ground.

“Here you go, as I promised 100,000 won,”

The poor fool snatched the money out of Ji-cheol's hand, along with the small brown business card that was hidden between the money. Jihon stared at the card for a minute, looking up with confusion. “You should get going, Lee Jihon, it's getting late.”

With wide, fearful eyes, Jihon turned around and ran with all power he had left in his body. He wasn't exactly the most muscular man, even though he plays a lot of sports. Still, he made you fall in love, even though he has a mind of a child.

Ji-cheol sat back down, collecting everything back into his suitcase. Now, he was waiting for your train to arrive, and in mere seconds, it came to a stop. He couldn't contain his smile, it just formed on his lips. This would be the second time you two met. Well, this would be probably the hundred times he saw you, without you knowing that is. He can't wait to see the look on your face when you see him. Are you going to be happy? Surprised? Fall into his arms and confess your love to him? He hopes for the last one.

The door opened, and he bit his bottom lip. People began to pour out, one after one, and then you were pushed out. Hands stuffed into your jacket, eyes wandering around to look for your boyfriend, not knowing that he has run away. But, you couldn't seem to focus on Ji-cheol. You looked everywhere except where he sat. You were practically 9 feet away from each other.

But then, your head turned and your eyes widen slightly once you caught the man that you've talked to one beautiful night in the park.

Ji-cheol's heart pounded, he hasn't prepared what to say. This was all too sudden. You looked a little terrified, yet comfortable. People were running around again, pushing you a little but you held your stance. You finally took a step, then another, then another until you reached the bench where he sat. He looked up, a smile on his face.

“It's nice meeting you again.”

You sat down beside him, and a mixture of cigarettes and peppermint filled his nose, but he couldn't help but love that smell.

“Uh, it has been...a while.” You respond, gulping, looking at him up and down, he wore another suit, but it still fitted him tight on his body.

“It has. How have you been?” He didn't know what to say, he felt nervous like a teenager. He noticed that your eyes were looking everywhere except at him, you were still searching for your boyfriend. It made him frown.

“I've been doing good - hey could you hold on for a second, I just need to—”

“Let's go outside.” He interrupted you, standing up as he fixed his buttons.

“W-Wait, no I can't. I was supposed to meet my boyfriend here, but...” You checked one more time, but you couldn't see him. You were sure that he would be here, he even sent you a picture of when he was sitting and waiting for you, he's not the type of guy to disappear like that, at least not without telling you.

Ji-cheol sighed. “Boyfriend, huh...”

“Dammit, my phone's dead.”

That suddenly made him smile. “Let me drive you home. It's quite dangerous to take the train this late.”

You scoffed and stuffed your cold phone into your jeans pocket. “It's dangerous to let a stranger drive you as well.”

“Well, it's your choice. But if I were you, I wouldn't feel so safe being alone in a train with those guys.” He nodded his head to the creepy men sitting on the other bench, they had been staring at you for a while and muttered quietly to each other, laughing and nodding as if they were plotting a plan.

A chill was sent down your spine when you looked at the men and how they grinned at you, unfortunately there aren't many people left in the subway enough to make you feel comfortable. This is probably one of the stupidest things you've done.

Letting a stranger drive you home.

“Alright, I-I'll go with you.” You stood up. What's the worst that could happen? You've been in taxis before, even Uber.

What's the difference with this guy?

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His car was clean, smooth, and quiet. It was one of the newer models and you couldn't help but gawk at the beauty of it. The leather was brown and the color of the car was slick black. It smelled fresh and you felt embarrassed to have brought the smell of cigarettes inside. He held the steering wheel with both hands, smiling all this time.

“Hey, I never got your name.”

“Ji-cheol. But you can call me Yoo. And what's yours?”

“[Y/N].”

He already knew that, but he nodded anyway.

It was dark outside and cold as well, you could barely see anything except the traffic lights. You have been so tired all day, standing on your feet for eight hours straight and only to be met with your boyfriend not being where he should be.

You couldn't help but to worry.

“Rough day at work?”

You snapped out of your thoughts when he spoke. “Huh? Oh, yeah. My head hurts so much, there was so much to do today.”

“Well, cafés are usually very busy.”

It was quiet again, not even a breath was taken and the car was driving smoothly. You sat still, as if you'd become invisible if you don't move an inch. The grip on the steering wheel got tighter but he kept his smile, it somehow got even wider. You wanted to speak but you couldn't, instead, your head turned very slowly to the window by your side and suddenly your blood went cold.

This isn't the way to your apartment.

This wasn't the usual street where your favorite convince store was placed. This was something else.

“I personally don't like going to crowded places, but cafés are quite nice when—”

“Ji-cheol.” Somehow, you got your voice back. But it was quivering. Tears were forming. Heart beating.

“Hm?” He sounded so casual.

“I...I never told you...that I worked at a Café.”

“I know.”

You gulped at his response, unable to look away from the window. There were barely any people on the streets, which is unusual because it's normally crowded during the night. This must mean that he's taken you far from the city.

“Where are we going?” You whispered, letting your tears down. You tried to open the door but it was locked. You tried again and again, but there was no use. He was in control of the entire vehicle.

“Home.”

“This isn't home, Ji-cheol...”

“I've been wondering, what do you see in that boyfriend of yours?”

You began to wonder as well. Jihon is your typical friendly guy; funny, outgoing, has a lot of friends, makes you laugh, makes you feel special, he gives you a lot of affection even though you nag at him sometimes. Despite the arguments that you've had with him, he's always the one to apologize. Always the one to make things better between you two.

You smiled. You wanted to have a future with this man. Grow old and raise a family.

“Ji-cheol...please, I want to go home.”

You didn't see the medical facemask that he wore, you just stared outside the window, craving the freedom.

White gas filled the car, and your eyes closed.

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#Squid game #Squid game x reader #Squid game x you #Gong Yoo #Gong Yoo x reader #Gong Yoo x you #Gong Ji-cheol #Gong Ji cheol #Gong Jicheol

[full-of-jams]

Tangsuyuk Love

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: College student Jungkook passes cute notes with a customer who always orders take-out tangsuyuk at his part-time job. Meanwhile he’s trying not to miserably fail his Math class, while hiding his ever-growing crush on you.

Genre: college au, f2l, fluff, smut, one shot, did I mention FLUFF?

Warnings: mild swearing, sexual content, hold your heart palpitations!

Word Count: 11.5k

A/N: I wanted to write something light and sweet before I continued with Good Riddance. It will be easy, she said. It will be fun, she said. It will be quick, she said. Ha. haha. ha. ha. Ignore my pain. Enjoy!

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Jungkook was fucking terrified of you. If it weren’t for the fact that he was close to failing Statistical Analysis, he would’ve considered faking a stomach flu and making a beeline straight out of the library.

“If you have a box containing 3 white, 4 red and 5 black balls what is the probability that you will draw a white ball on your first draw and a black ball on your second draw?” you asked again through gritted teeth.

You looked up at Jungkook and were met by an empty stare. Usually you enjoyed tutoring your fellow classmate. He was a smart and funny guy, maybe a bit awkward at times, but always trying his best. Today every little thing grated on your nerves. It took you every ounce of energy to get out of bed and look like a presentable human being this morning. You really didn’t want to sit here for another hour if the boy was just going to stare at you like a petrified statue. “It’s really not that difficult. You just have to apply conditional probability.”

Jungkook let out a frustrated huff and pulled at his hair, “I really don’t know, this doesn’t make any sense! Why do I even need this stuff for my major? Who cares if I pull out a white ball or a black ball first? It’s not like I’m planning on becoming Houdini!”

Sometimes you pitied him, but who on Earth had an irrational fear of Gauss distributions and probability?! They were beautiful, harmless, abstract concepts of life. Your sympathy was muffled by a thrumming headache. All the late-night crying already had you chugging water and slapping ice cubes on your face at breakfast. Right now you just wanted to go home, change into your pjs, order some tangsuyuk and binge watch Boys Over Flowers. The cringy acting and Go Jun Pyo’s luscious locks were the only things that made your miserable life feel a bit less pathetic at the moment. “Jungkook, we went over this last time. Just apply the damn formula,” you snapped.

“Why are you being so scary today?” he asked wide-eyed and apprehensive.

You took a deep breath, rubbed your temples and tried to calm your inner turmoil. It wasn’t his fault; you were just in a really shitty mood. “I’m sorry. It’s not my day today. Is it okay if we rain check? I promise I’ll make it up to you next week.”

Jungkook wasn’t used to seeing you this distraught. He wracked his brain on how to lift your spirit. “Hey, do you want to hear this math joke my friend Jin told me the other day? What do you call an angle that is adorable?”

The boy scrunched his nose adorably and waited for your response. He was really handsome, you noticed that back when you two first met. Back then you just didn’t have a reason to care. Back then you still had a boyfriend.

“I don’t know, tell me,” you answered.

“Acute angle!” he said with a timid smile.

Despite your foul mood you had to snort at his joke.

Jungkook’s smile grew wider. It wasn’t a full laugh, but at least your frown disappeared. He discovered early on that you had a soft spot for bad math puns.

Although he absolutely detested Statistical Analysis, he has come to enjoy your study sessions over the past couple of weeks. The TA of his class, Namjoon, was a close friend of Jungkook’s and a sunbae of yours. Once he discovered that his favorite dongsaeng was abysmal at reading a z-score table, he immediately referred him to you.

At first Jungkook was very reluctant to accept any help. He was a mechanical engineer for fuck’s sake! He calculated distributed load across uneven surfaces and directional derivatives all the time!

His inner protests died down during your first session when you unwittingly asked him if he was constipated while he tried to calculate the standard deviation. During your second session he noticed you liked to doodle small geometric and fractal comics on his work sheets whenever he was solving a problem.

‘What did the triangle say to the circle?’ ‘You’re pointless!’

By the time your third session rolled around he still hated statistics, but it was too late and he’d developed a hopeless crush on you. Your monologues about dead mathematicians and the beauty of an infinite series were oddly captivating. He didn’t think he’d ever met anyone who was so passionate and animated about anything in all his life.

“Is everything okay?” Jungkook asked carefully. You seemed tired and a bit wary. “I-I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel like it. Sorry, it’s none of my business,” he immediately added.

You smiled at his flustered state. Jungkook’s heart stumbled when your smile turned sad and you said, “No not really, but I’m sure I’ll be fine sooner or later.”

[13/04 19:12 PM] User: LatteIsHorse ---------------- ORDER [DELIVERY]

1 Tangsuyuk (large) 1 Jjajangmyeon 1 Jjajangbap ---------------- Note: JK-nim! Omg your tangsuyuk is the best! I could drown in that sauce! How is Tokki doing?

Golden Bang 7 Wausan-ro 29-gil, Seogyo-dong

Server: JK ------------------- TO GO

1 Tangsuyuk (large) -- 20,000 1 Jjajangmyeon -- 4,500 1 Jjajangbap -- 5,500

Total: 30,000 -------------------- Thanks for ordering at Golden Bang! Have a golden day!

Note: LatteIsHorse-nim! Little Tokki is doing well and bravely guarding our store! Don’t drown, but here’s some extra sauce for you to enjoy. I asked for it to be without pineapple. Hwaiting!

“Yah! Why does it smell like rotten take-out in your bedroom?” Jisoo asked.

Scowling has become your new go-to expression. “Too soon. Just let me wallow in my self-pity and sorrow.”

If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought your friend was playing ‘The Floor Is Lava’ considering how gingerly she walked across your room. Safely on the other side, she ripped open a window to let some much needed fresh air in. 

“I think you’re going to be wallowing in mold and fungus instead,” Jisoo commented with disgust. “Wallow all you want, I’m here to support you, girl. But I can’t allow you to turn your place into a biohazard zone. Isn’t your sister bothered by this?”

“My sister doesn’t care; our rooms are off limits to each other. As long as we both keep the common area clean, she won’t complain,” you said.

Jisoo sat down on your bed and patted the empty spot next to her. She immediately retracted her hand. “Eww, is that tangsuyuk sauce on your sheets?” she asked, completely appalled.

You shrugged and thumped onto your bed.

“So what are your plans for tonight?” she asked, trying to suppress a shudder.

“It’s Monday night. What plans could I possibly have?”

“We’re in college! Weekdays, weekends, they’re all the same!” your friend exclaimed. She looked at your sprawled-out figure. “I told you from the very beginning he wasn’t good for you. I know it doesn’t feel like this right now, but you’re lucky he’s out of your life. I really can’t watch you torture yourself over a jerk like him. Let’s go out to Hongdae!”

“I can’t go out. I already have plans.”

“Didn’t you just say you didn’t have any plans?”

“I lied. I have a date.”

Jisoo paused for a second, unsure how to respond. “Really? With whom?”

“Gong Yoo. We promised to kiss each other on first snowfall,” you responded listlessly.

“Yah!” Jisoo yelled and smacked your butt.

“Oww! What was that for?” you cried in surprise, rubbing the tender spot.

“Re-watching Goblin is not a date! You scared me for a second,” Jisoo said.

“How is it not a date? I meet a hot oppa, multiple hot oppas, we have dinner together, I giggle and blush and at the end of the night I get kissed to sleep.” You sat up and gave your friend a weary look. “I really don’t want to go out right now, but also don’t want to be on my own. Can’t we just stay in and watch a drama?” you asked with the saddest face you could muster.

Jisoo wanted to argue, but she couldn’t resist your pout. “Fine. But first you change your bedsheets, I’m not gonna sit in moldy tangsuyuk sauce all night. And I get to choose the drama.”

“Call!”

[16/04 17:58 PM] User: LatteIsHorse ---------------- ORDER [DELIVERY]

1 Tangsuyuk (small) 1 Kimchi Kimbap 1 Beef Kimbap  ---------------- Note: JK-nim thanks for the extra sauce! It was delicious. Are you a dipper or a pourer?

Golden Bang 7 Wausan-ro 29-gil, Seogyo-dong

Server: JK ------------------- TO GO

1 Tangsuyuk (small) -- 13,000 1 Kimchi Kimbap -- 2,500 1 Beef Kimbap -- 2,500 1 Soup -- 0

Total: 18,000 -------------------- Thanks for ordering at Golden Bang! Have a golden day!

Note: LatteIsHorse-nim! Personally, I’m a dipper, but I don’t discriminate! I added some broth as service for you. It’s chilly tonight. Don’t catch a cold!

Paper Note: JK-nim, let’s be friends? I’m also a dipper! Did you know that butterflies can’t fly when they’re cold? Here is one that I folded, sending back my warmest thoughts to you on this frosty spring night.

The first thing that caught your eye was Jungkook who was patiently waiting at the library entrance. Despite the steaming goods in his hands, his entire body was shivering. The temperature suddenly dropped last night, but he couldn’t be bothered to dig up his padded jacket when he left the house this morning.

Before you could even greet him, he shoved a hot milk tea towards you and mumbled, “Here, it’s cold today so I thought you could use something warm.”

You were surprised by this sweet gesture. “Thanks,” you reached for it and examined the drink in your hand, ”How did you know I like black milk tea?”

He ducked his head and mumbled something into himself.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

Jungkook lifted his head. His cheeks and nose were a lovely wash of pink from the cold. “You mentioned once that you’re an OG milk tea drinker, so I just guessed” he repeated again, louder. “I saw this bungeoppang cart on the way here. We can share them while studying?” he said, holding up a small paper bag.

Your heart warmed and for the first time in weeks your face split into big smile, “Sure, I love bungeoppang! We’re not allowed to eat inside the library. So how about we eat everything first before they get cold and then go in?”

The both of you took a seat on a bench. By now Jungkook definitely regretted being too lazy to find his jacket this morning, but he was determined not to let it show. He passed the bag full of bungeoppangs to you.

You happily reached for one of the fish-shaped pastries and started munching on it. Your face crinkled, steam came out of your mouth. Jungkook’s heart skipped as he watched you in fascination. Your cheeks were flushed. A sudden instinct to stroke your rosy skin overcame him. Instead he reached for a bungeoppang and took a careful bite. “Are you feeling better today?”

“A little bit,” you said between bites, “I’m really sorry about last time. I feel bad now. I ditched you and now you’re treating me to snacks.” You went on and stabbed your straw through your milk tea. “I should be the one treating you instead.”

“I like to treat you,” Jungkook said, mesmerized by the way your lips moved against the straw. He suddenly realized what he was doing and cleared his throat, “A happy teacher is a good teacher! You’re already spending your time tutoring me.”

A laugh slipped out of you, “Jungkook, you’re paying me for your lessons. But it’s okay, this bungeoppang and tea definitely hits the spot, so I’ll accept it with a grateful heart. What are you drinking?”

Jungkook looked down on his drink and gave it a shake, the black pearls swirled around buoyantly. “Banana milk tea, I prefer sweet drinks.”

You leaned back against the bench and looked up at the clear blue sky. “Sweet things are the best combat against the bitter taste of life,” you sighed. You closed your eyes and soaked in the crisp air. Jungkook felt your melancholy, he could warm your body, but he didn’t know how to warm your heart.  

“Sorry that I’m bothering you with my personal stuff. It’s just that I had a really bad breakup recently. I shouldn’t let it affect our lessons,” you said with a wistful smile as you lifted your head again.

The boy next to you remained silent. You turned and saw a contemplative look on his face. “It’s alright, everyone can have a bad day,” he finally said, “You don’t have to pretend to be okay when you’re not. If you’re never angry or sad, you won’t know when you’re happy.”

His words stunned you. Has Jungkook always been this thoughtful? You turned away from his gaze and looked down at the pastry in your hand. “They’re rhombus shaped,” you muttered in an attempt of distraction and showed your bungeoppang to Jungkook. “The fish scales,” you added when he looked confused.

“Ah yeah, the scales. It’s actually erroneous since most of the bungeoppangs depict a ganoid scale structure when in fact carps have cycloid scales to allow for a greater flexibility,” Jungkook explained.

A blank look appeared on your face. Probably the same blank look he had whenever you tried to explain the Bayes’ theorem to him. He let out an awkward laugh, “We studied the mechanics of fish scale structures in Material Science. You can correlate the flexibility of a scaled surface depending on its underlying geometric structure and material. It’s pretty cool stuff.”

“I can’t believe you can geek out about the geometry of fish scales, but don’t know how to define your probability population,” you snorted in disbelief. 

“Hey, when will I ever need to calculate the probability of two people with the same birthday in a room? I just have a hard time learning stuff I never have to apply,” he said defensively.

Then you suddenly had an idea. “Tell you what, how about this? If you pass your statistics final, I’ll treat you to the best Chinese take-out in town! You can order whatever you want!”

Jungkook didn’t want to dampen your excitement by telling you that his part-time job already allowed him to eat as much Chinese take-out as he wanted. “Okay, but don’t complain when you go broke. My record was five jjajangmyeon and two tangsuyuk in one sitting.”

You batted away his challenge. “First you have to pass your finals,” you teased.

“I’ll pass,” Jungkook said.

You smiled at his cute determination. “Then it’s a date.”

Jungkook beamed back at you. “It’s a date.”

[05/05 18:21 PM] User: LatteIsHorse ---------------- ORDER [DELIVERY]

1 Tangsuyuk (large) 2 Pork Mandu 1 Tteokkguk 1 Jjajangmyeon 1 Tteokkbokki ---------------- Note: No pineapple plz. JK-nim! Happy Children’s Day! For this special occasion I’ve decided to order all of my childhood favorites. Life is too short to eat bad food. I hope today you treat yourself to something delicious as well!

“Yah! JK! Your girlfriend placed an order again!” Yugyeom yelled across the store.

A mop of black hair peaked out from the back of the shop. “She’s not my girlfriend, she’s just a regular,” Jungkook yelled back.

“A regular you flirt with,” Yugyeom snickered, “I saw all the notes you left her in the system. ‘Don’t catch a cold!’, ‘Hwaiting!’ Don’t tell me that’s not your lame attempt at flirting.”

Suddenly an angry Yoongi stomped out of the kitchen. “Keep it down boys, we have guests here.”

Jungkook went up to the register and printed out the online order. “Hyung, can you make a large tangsuyuk without pineapple?”

“It’s a national holiday, there’s like two people here tonight,” Yugyeom muttered under his breath.

“What did you say, Yugyeom?”

“Nothing, hyung!”

Yoongi snatched the order out of Jungkook’s hand and gave both boys another irritated glance before he headed back into the kitchen.

“Hey JK,” Yugyeom said in a lower voice as he moved next to his friend, “aren’t you ever curious how LatteIsHorse is like? I mean, she must have some sense of humor judging by her username.”

“Sometimes. Don’t you ever wonder how our regulars are like? But it’s not like I’m ever gonna meet them or know it’s them when they come into the store,” Jungkook said with a shrug.

“You could though. Mingyu’s out on delivery, Eunwoo’s off so we have a free bike. The store is dead tonight. You could go deliver the order and have a look,” Yugyeom spurred him on.

Jungkook considered his friend’s suggestion. Every time he opened his locker a little origami bunny and butterfly stared back at him and brightened his day. It was true, he was curious how LatteIsHorse was like. “Okay I’ll go, but don’t pretend you’re doing me a favor. You just don’t want to do delivery tonight.”

<Ding Dong>

A pretty girl in a Yonsei hoodie and shorts opened the door. She somehow looked familiar, but Jungkook couldn’t place from where. Maybe he met her on campus before.

“Delivery from Golden Bang,” Jungkook said, holding up his metal box.

“Ah great! I’m starving!” the girl said.

Jungkook started unloading the box and handed the dishes to the girl. Once he was done, he lingered awkwardly in the doorway. The girl gave him a curious look, clearly wondering why he wasn’t leaving. Jungkook gathered his courage and said, “I’m JK by the way.”

What followed was a beat of silence. Jungkook could feel his ears burn.

“Err, it’s nice to meet you, I guess? Is there anything else you need?” the girl asked after the painful pause. “Ah got it! Just a sec!” She ran into the apartment and came back with her wallet. “Here’s a tip, we’ll put the dishes back outside for pick up,” she said as she scrunched a bill into Jungkook’s hand, “Thanks for your hard work. Happy holiday!” And then she shut the door right into his face.

What just happened? Jungkook was stupefied. After an eternity he finally moved and mechanically pulled out his phone. He checked the delivery order on his app. LatteIsHorse – this was the address. She didn’t recognize him. Why was he so naive to believe that she would remember him? All he wanted in that moment was for the ground to open and swallow him up.

“Dinner’s here,” your sister said as you came out of the shower. “Did you order banana milk?”

“No? Why?” you joined her at the dinner table and started rummaging through the dishes. “Where’s the receipt?”

“I threw it in the trash,” she said. When she saw you opening up the trash can and fishing for it, she added, “Gross! What are you doing? Why do you need it?”

Golden Bang 7 Wausan-ro 29-gil, Seogyo-dong

Server: JK ------------------- TO GO

1 Tangsuyuk (large) -- 20,000 2 Pork Mandu -- 6,000 1 Tteokkguk -- 4,500 1 Jjajangmyeon -- 4,500 1 Tteokkbokki -- 3,000

Total: 38,000 -------------------- Thanks for ordering at Golden Bang! Have a golden day!

Note: LatteIsHorse-nim! Happy Children’s Day to you too! I added my favorite childhood drink, banana milk! I hope it brings back as many happy childhood memories for you as it does for me.

There, sitting on the table, was a small bottle of banana milk. A smile spread across your face. “I need to file it away for tax purposes.”

Your sister looked at you like you were crazy. “Let’s eat already, I’m starving. Wash your hands.”

[14/05 16:55 PM] User: LatteIsHorse ---------------- ORDER [TAKE AWAY]

1 Tangsuyuk (small) 1 Jjajangbap ---------------- Note: JK-nim, hope you’re doing well. I’m in the area today, so I thought I’d stop by and say hello in person! Is it weird that I feel a bit nervous?

The restaurant door wasn’t going to open itself. The past 15 minutes of you standing in front of it has proven that. You had some errands to run in Hongdae after school and decided on a whim to place a pickup order at your favorite take-out place. 

Why was it so difficult to enter a restaurant? If you steeled your nerves any more, they’d probably break from how brittle they’ve become. You just had to open that damn door.

Sometimes you wondered if you liked that place more because of its great tangsuyuk or because of JK’s little notes which always managed to put a smile on your face.

One thing was for sure, you weren’t stalling because of the tangsuyuk.

“Welcome to Golden Bang!” a bright male voice rang across the restaurant as you passed through the door.

You walked up to the register and sneaked a peek at the boy’s name tag, ‘Yugyeom’. You felt a slight twinge of disappointment.

“I’m here to pick up my order? LatteIsHorse?” you asked tentatively.

A sign of recognition flashed across Yugyeom’s face. “Of course, your order’s ready! I’ll just bag it up for you,” he said cheerfully. He walked away and quickly came back with a white plastic bag full of food. Then he printed out your receipt and handed both to you.

Golden Bang 7 Wausan-ro 29-gil, Seogyo-dong

Server: YG ------------------- TO GO

1 Tangsuyuk (small) -- 13,000 1 Jjajangbap -- 5,500

Total: 18,500 -------------------- Thanks for ordering at Golden Bang! Have a golden day!

You looked around the restaurant, it was empty since dinnertime was still a while away. You wondered if Yugyeom was managing the store alone right now. At least the cook must be in. “Your tangsuyuk is really delicious. It’s probably my favorite.”

Yugyeom gave you a big smile, “Happy to hear that you enjoy our food so much. The tangsuyuk is our chef’s family recipe. It’s one of our most popular menu items!”

You wringed your hands and finally decided to bite the bullet and straight out ask, “Is JK here? He usually takes my orders when I order delivery, so I just wanted to say hi.”

“JK’s shift doesn’t start until 6, so he should be here in about half an hour. If you want, I can relay a message,” he said with a knowing smile, “Or you can also take a seat and wait for him. I’m sure he’d be thrilled to meet you.”

No way you were going to sit here for half an hour and wait up for a stranger. “Ah no, that’s alright. If you could just say hi from me, that’d be great,” you quickly replied with a flush. JK would probably think you’re a creepy stalker.

“Sure, can do! Enjoy your day!” Yugyeom said merrily as you walked out the store.

A feeling of both relief and sadness passed through you. You slowly walked down the busy streets of Hongdae as you reprimanded yourself for being so stupid. What were you going to say to JK anyway if you met him? Thanks for being nice to me? You’re the reason I don’t burst into tears every single night? You’re the reason why I don’t feel completely alone when I’m sobbing into my food over Song Joong Ki’s acting? Thanks for making me gain 3 kilos in the last month?

Whatever you said, it would’ve only made you sound pathetic.

A crippling wave of desperation suddenly washed over you and rooted you in your tracks. A single tear rolled down your face. Then another. You dropped down into a crouch and started to bawl. You couldn’t fathom how you’ve reached this all-time low in your life. Why did you feel so incredibly sad about being stood up by a stranger? Especially when that stranger didn’t even know you were coming?

“Y/N?” an alarmed voice asked. You looked up when you felt a soft shake against your shoulder.

Through your tear-blurred eyes you recognized Jungkook’s face. He crouched down next to you and asked, “Is everything okay? Are you hurt?”

You shook your head and tried to wipe away your tears. It was a useless attempt as they kept on streaming down your face.

Jungkook hesitantly pushed your hair out of your face and asked, “Do you want to go somewhere else so you can tell me what happened?”

You gave him an imperceptible nod.

His hand gently moved down to your arm, afraid that you were going to push him away. With a steady grip he slowly helped you back onto your feet. Then he slid his hand through yours and led you down the hustle and bustle of Hongdae until you ended up in front of a convenience store located in one of the quieter residential side streets. He sat you down in a plastic chair and told you to wait. After a while he came back with a packet of tissues, a bottle of water and two red bean popsicles.

You gratefully took the tissues and loudly blew your nose. A small part of your brain told you to act more ladylike, especially in front of Jungkook, but the bigger part didn’t really care and just wanted to drag you back down into the pits of loneliness. A strangled sound came out of your mouth as you started to hiccup, making you sound like a drowning cat.

You expected Jungkook to laugh at your weird orchestra of emotions. Even you found it absurd and would’ve laughed if you weren’t already crying and hiccupping at the same time. But all he did was quietly open the water bottle and hand it to you.  

As soon as you lifted the bottle to your mouth another hiccup made you almost spill the water on yourself. You held your breath for a few seconds and then took a careful sip. It seemed to work. You took a bigger sip, when another hiccup racked your body and you squeezed water all over your face.

There was a bewildering moment of shock, then you started to laugh deliriously. Forget before, this was your lowest point in life. This was so pathetic that it was hilarious again. Your laughter garbled whenever you hiccupped, only causing you to laugh even harder. You would’ve continued laughing for another long minute if you weren’t choking for air.

A small smile played around Jungkook’s mouth. He took another tissue and started wiping down your face. You hiccupped under his touch. He must think you’re a nutcase.

“I have a question. We have to do some statistical testing in my Quality Management class. What would a hypothesis look like if I wanted to analyze any deviation in a spare parts production line due to temperature conditions?” Jungkook asked.

Did he really forget hypothesis testing already? He finally managed to get it after four sessions! You frowned slightly. “You could set up a null hypothesis stating that a variation in temperature does not significantly impact the parameter of measurement in your production line. Jungkook did you seriously forget this?!” you said indignantly.

Jungkook gave you a playful laugh, “No, I think you drilled it so hard into my brain, I could probably recite all variables of the standard deviation formula if you woke me up in the middle of the night. Your hiccups stopped though.”

They did.

Embarrassment set in as you realized your predicament. Maybe your hormones were going crazy, maybe you were going crazy. You were getting whiplash from the emotional roller coaster you were on. In an attempt to hide your disgrace, you picked up another tissue and wiped away the remaining water, snot and tears.

There was tangible awkwardness in the air.

“I hope you like red bean,” Jungkook said shyly as he unwrapped a popsicle, “Red bean is my favorite. My friends keep on calling me old fashioned, but it just reminds me of the time when my mom used to buy me these after taekwondo class. I think I liked the popsicles more than I liked going to class.” He sighed in reverie and held up the popsicle for you.

You stared at his hand. You remembered how it felt against yours just a few moments ago. Firm, warm and steady. Then you looked up at Jungkook. He hid it well, but you could tell that there was concern behind his encouraging smile.

“This is so embarrassing,” you said as you accepted the popsicle and turned your head away from him, “I don’t know what is wrong with me right now. I’m usually not like this.”

“Did something happen earlier?” Jungkook asked cautiously as he unwrapped his own popsicle and took a bite out of it.

Did something happen earlier? Why did you cry? Where you really crying just because you didn’t meet JK?

“No,” you said and slowly shook your head, “I don’t know. I just suddenly felt overwhelmed.”

Jungkook hesitated before he asked, “Are you sad because of your breakup?”

Were you sad because of your ex-boyfriend?

“I don’t think so. In the beginning when we broke up I was devastated, but I don’t think that’s the case anymore,” you said more to yourself than to Jungkook. “Everyone told me I was lucky to be rid of him. I really didn’t understand why. But I think it’s becoming clearer now. Maybe it’s not sadness. Maybe it’s fear. I think I just feel lost. I don’t know who I am anymore. Maybe it scares me to know that I was able to lose myself and I don’t know if I can find a way back.”

Before you knew it, you spilled your heart, your deepest and darkest fears to Jungkook. You barely knew this boy, yet it still felt oddly comforting. He remained quiet and listened.

“I wanted to meet someone today, but they weren’t there,” you continued, “I think in that moment I just realized how utterly lost I was on my own.”

Jungkook searched for the appropriate words. How do you respond to someone’s most vulnerable thoughts? “I mean you know what they say. It’s not about how much you’ve lost, it’s about how much you have left.”

He peeked at you to check if it worked.

“Jungkook, did you just quote Iron Man at me?” you asked incredulously before a giggle slipped from your lips.

You noticed how his cheeks dimpled when he gave you an embarrassed laugh, “Sorry, I was trying to say something that would cheer you up. I’m probably not doing a very good job.”

In that second you realized how kind-hearted Jungkook actually was. Your heart squeezed. “Don’t say that. Thanks for listening to my problems. And thanks for the red bean popsicle. I also ate this a lot in my childhood. Mainly because my sister hated them. She always used to steal my ice cream out of the freezer so at some point I asked my parents to only buy me red bean popsicles. She never touched those,” you reminisced.

Jungkook laughed at your story, “Your sister sounds like a piece of work.”

“We used to fight a lot, we used to never get along,” you became thoughtful, “At some point that stopped. I think we just grew up and grew to understand and accept our differences. She doesn’t steal my food anymore. I don’t steal her clothes anymore. We may not always agree, but we respect each other’s decisions.”

“You know, for someone who just said she feels lost, you sound pretty self-reflected right now,” Jungkook mused, “Maybe you need to do the same as you did with your sister. Understand yourself and accept the differences of your past and present.”

You paused at this. He was right. You were so desperately trying to fend off these negative emotions that you never took the time to actually think. You were chasing an image that never existed. Not in the past nor in the present.

“You’re surprisingly good at giving advice. Thanks, Jungkook,” you said.

“Surprisingly? What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, offended. The glint in his eyes gave his teasing away.

Laughter pealed from you. Jungkook was captivated by the sound. He drank in the way your eyes creased with mirth and followed your fingers as they brushed back your hair.

Jungkook’s phone vibrated. “Oh shit!”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I was actually on my way to work and my boss is asking me where I am,” he said as he stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

Jungkook startled when you suddenly jumped up. “Then you should get to work! You should’ve said something sooner. I’m so sorry for keeping you here!”

“No, it’s really fine. I’ve done enough overtime. He won’t complain if I’m a few minutes late,” he said, “Are you feeling better?”

You ignored his question and pushed against his shoulders to get him out of the chair. “Go to work, Jungkook. I’ll be fine, your red bean popsicle did wonders,” you responded placatively.

When he still didn’t move, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back onto the main street. Jungkook’s skin scorched under your touch. “Go to work, Jungkook,” you said again with more emphasis.

“Are you sure…?” he asked, unwilling to let you out of his sight before he knew you weren’t just going cry again at the next street corner.

“I won’t burst into tears,” you said as if reading his mind. “You were right, I need to reconcile with myself. So I’ll go home, enjoy my dinner and think about who I am and who I want to be. And you,” you said giving him another gentle shove, “need to go to work.”

Jungkook saw the stubborn look on your face. He wondered if you realized you were using your teaching voice right now. You weren’t going to take no for an answer. “Okay fine, text me when you get home?”

You waved away his concerns. “Sure. Go already,” you said with a big reassuring smile. “See you tomorrow at school!” you added before you turned around and walked away.

“You’re late,” Yugyeom said as soon as Jungkook entered the store.

Jungkook gave Yugyeom a sheepish look and only muttered, “Yeah sorry, something came up on my way here.” Then he rushed past him to the back of the restaurant and changed into his uniform.

Once he came back out he noticed Yugyeom throwing him strange looks.

“What?”

“Your girlfriend says hi,” Yugyeom said with a hint of amusement.

“Who?”

Yugyeom gave Jungkook a meaningful look, “LatteIsHorse. She ordered pick up. I think she was hoping to meet you. She’s cute. She looks like she’s probably a college student around here.”

“I know,” was all Jungkook replied.

Yugyeom’s eyes bulged in curiosity, “You know? You know she’s cute or you know she’s a student? You never told me what actually happened that night!”

Jungkook gave him a tired look and said, “She didn’t recognize me. She wore a Yonsei hoodie, so I guess she goes there. Nothing else happened.”

“Hmm, that’s weird. She was asking for you today, so she definitely knows your name,” Yugyeom said.

“Who knows, maybe she was having a lot on her plate that day,” Jungkook said with a shrug. He wondered where you lived and if you already got home safely. “Why are you obsessing over this so much?”

“Man, do you know how painful it is to watch your sorry attempts at flirting? I’m just trying to help you out, mate,” Yugyeom quipped.

“I wasn’t flirting! I was just trying cheer someone up who was obviously feeling down! It’s called being a decent human being,” Jungkook exclaimed.

Yugyeom gave him the side eye, “Yeah, that’s still not gonna get you laid.”

[19/05 18:47 PM] User: LatteIsHorse ---------------- ORDER [DELIVERY]

1 Tangsuyuk (small) 1 Bibimbap ---------------- Note: JK-nim, I visited you at the store last week, but you weren’t there. TT-TT I hope you don’t think I’m weird, I just really like talking to you. You always manage to put a smile on my face when I’m having a hard day. We’re still friends, right?

Golden Bang 7 Wausan-ro 29-gil, Seogyo-dong

Server: JK ------------------- TO GO

1 Tangsuyuk (small) -- 13,000 1 Bibimbap -- 5,000

Total: 18,000 -------------------- Thanks for ordering at Golden Bang! Have a golden day!

Note: LatteIsHorse-nim! I’m sad that I missed your visit to our store. I’ll try harder the next time! I added some extra bulgogi to make up for it. :) Of course we’re still friends. I don’t wish any hard days upon you, but I’m glad to hear that my words have a healing effect. In case you ever need a friend to talk to, feel free to talk to me. 010-1234-5678.

The study sessions with Jungkook continued per usual. He still struggled and had frustrated outbursts from time to time, especially when you forced him to revise probability distributions. When you finally reached regression analysis, things became easier.

Although your sessions remained the same, something in your dynamic changed. The both of you became looser and more playful around each other. He wouldn’t clamp up anymore and you felt more at ease around him. You became friends. He never once mentioned that disasterous afternoon.

At home, on the evening of the incident, you shot Jungkook a text and slumped down on the couch. Your sister was out that night, so it was just you in the apartment. Normally, the eerie quiet would’ve unsettled you and you would’ve distracted yourself from your deafening thoughts. But that night you just let them scream, yell and tear at you.

It was an excruciating process, but in the end your head was clearer, your heart calmer. You still weren’t quite there yet, but at least you made a first step out of the endless pit of desperation.

There were other things you noticed about yourself. Gradually you realized you didn’t mind being on your own anymore. You rediscovered your love for drawing and created you own mandala art. You also learned to code your own website and now had a clickable version of your cv on the go. Although you made time for yourself, you weren’t a hermit. You went out for drinks with Jisoo and soon asked Namjoon to take you along to your university’s Math Club. There you met a lot of familiar faces that you’ve encountered in class but never talked to. With them you spent animated evenings discussing stimulating math problems and exchanging incredibly bad math puns.

You also started noticing things about Jungkook. He wasn’t as timid and shy as you initially thought. Once he got over his awkwardness, he turned out to be quite a cheeky and goofy guy. He teased you or told you silly jokes whenever you were on a break. Despite his obvious aversion for statistics, he still took your lessons very seriously. Diligently listening to your explanations and trying to solve the problems to the best of his abilities. His study-mode showed you other sides of him. The cute pout he had whenever he tried to hide his confusion. Or the two little ridges which formed between his eyes whenever he was concentrated and deep in thought. More often than not you fought the urge to smooth them out with your touch or even better, with a kiss.

“Is something wrong?” Jungkook asked when he caught you staring.

“No,” you quickly said, “I was just thinking that you don’t seem to have much trouble with regression analysis.”

“I don’t know, the relationship between the variables just makes much more sense,” Jungkook said.

You looked at him and considered, “Hmm, maybe you don’t need my tutoring anymore?”

Brief dismay crossed Jungkook’s face. “My finals are in three weeks. I think I’d still prefer if you helped me revise the earlier chapters,” he said, “Unless you need more time to study for your own finals.”

Being in college meant that you were always in dire need of more time. That constant nagging voice in the back of your head telling you to study was an occupational disease. But you didn’t have to kid yourself, those four hours a week spent on Jungkook weren’t going to make or break your grade. Besides, you enjoyed spending time with him. You wondered if he felt the same.

“It’s alright, I’ll help you revise. Just don’t embarrass me on your finals. I don’t want Namjoon to tell me afterwards that you didn’t manage to calculate the mean of the population or worse, read the scoring table upside down,” you teased him light-heartedly.

Jungkook’s ears turned bright red. “That happened once!” he said, “How long are you going to hold that over my head?”

You laughed at his indignation. “Don’t forget, you’ll get endless tangsuyuk if you pass.”

[26/05 20:09 PM] User: LatteIsHorse ---------------- ORDER [DELIVERY]

1 Tangsuyuk (small) 1 Jjamppong ---------------- Note: JK-nim, I’d like to get the advice of a friend. There’s this kind, sweet boy that I really like. I would like to tell him how I feel, but he’s seen me in my lowest and ugliest moments. Maybe he’ll think I’m just baggage? I guess I’m afraid of his rejection.

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Server: JK ------------------- TO GO

1 Tangsuyuk (small) -- 13,000 1 Jjamppong -- 5,000 1 Soju -- 0

Total: 18,000 -------------------- Thanks for ordering at Golden Bang! Have a golden day!

Note: LatteIsHorse-nim! It’s only human to fear rejection. I can completely understand. I also have someone I really like. She’s really pretty, smart and funny. Spending time with her makes me really happy, but I never managed to tell her. Maybe we should both gather our courage and cheer each other on? I’m not saying that drunken confessions are the way to go but consider this soju a symbolism for (liquid) courage.

Paper Note: This is a flexagon. Whenever you need a word of encouragement give it a flip!

Jungkook examined the hexagonal origami in his hands. On the outside it read ‘Flip Me!’

He gave the flexagon a flip. ‘JK you’re the best!’ And another. ‘The world needs more people like you!’ And another. ‘Don’t forget that LatteIsHorse is always rooting for you!’ And another. ‘Aja, aja, hwaiting!’ And another. ‘Thank you for being my friend!’

Jisoo barged into you room and flopped onto your bed. ‘Ahhh! I’m so glad you finally cleaned in here. Seriously, if I find another rancid noodle stuck to my clothes, I’ll call in a hazmat team.”

“I don’t know why you’re complaining so much. It’s not even your room,” you said.

“Hey, where are you ever going to find a friend like me?”

Your friend sacrificed many a night away from college parties to binge watch handsome oppas sweep equally beautiful unnies off their feet with you. And she wasn’t shy telling you that.

“Let’s go out tonight,” Jisoo suggested. She rolled back onto her feet and started walking around, inspecting your cleaning job.

“Our finals start in two weeks; I really don’t want to spend my weekend nursing a hangover.”

“I’m not saying you have to get wasted. Tonight is the Pre-Game Night. We have to go!” Jisoo demanded.

The Final’s Pre-Game Night was a campus-wide tradition. Every semester on the Friday a week before finals huge parties were thrown to signal the beginning of the end. It was like a dare – were you confident enough to get completely drunk and still hope to pass your finals? Naturally everybody on campus joined in and drank.

“Not getting wasted at a Pre-Game party? That’s like saying you’ve decided you don’t need to breathe. I really don’t think…”

“What’s this?” Jisoo suddenly interrupted. “LatteIsHorse-nim! Personally, I’m a dipper, but I don’t discriminate! I added some broth as service for you. It’s chilly tonight. Don’t catch a cold!” she read aloud, “LatteIsHorse-nim! Happy Children’s Day to you too! I added my favorite childhood drink, banana milk! I hope it brings back as many happy childhood memories for you as it does for me.”

You flung yourself across the room and almost tripped over your own feet trying to rip the receipts out of Jisoo’s hands.

“Oh. My. God. Is your take-out guy flirting with you?!” she asked.

“No! He’s just a friend. We send encouraging notes to each other,” you tried to explain.

Jisoo threw her hands in the air. “Okay that’s it! We’re going to the Pre-Game party, whether you want or not. You can’t tell me that the only flirting interaction you have is with a stranger who delivers you tangsuyuk!”

The place Jisoo picked out was ram packed and buzzing with energy. It was an open dorm party; all the common rooms were transformed into dancefloors. Different types of music played from each corner of the building. Crates of alcohol were stacked against the walls.

The both of you grabbed a beer and made your way through the crowd.

“You’re going to have fun tonight, alright?”

“I don’t think this works that way,” you laughed.

“Then put some effort into it. We look way too cute for it to go to waste,” she said as you roamed around the floors and explored the different areas. You looked down on your dress. It was a pretty warm night; you had opted for a flowy summer dress with a blush pink floral pattern. Jisoo was right, it was cute.

You discovered a familiar face at the edge of the crowd. “Sunbae!” you said.

Namjoon turned around gave you a surprised smile. “Y/N! Out of all the places on campus, we meet each other here tonight. What are the chances?”

He was surrounded by a group of friends, you spotted Jungkook right behind him. The boy gave you an excited wave. A slow smile spread across your face. “I don’t know, but why don’t we ask Jungkook to calculate it for you?”

Namjoon let out a hearty laugh while Jungkook groaned in exasperation.

“Do you see what I have to put up with every week, hyung?”

“Didn’t you just say it’s the best thing that happened to you?” Namjoon taunted, “You have some nerve showing up in front of me tonight. You better ace your SA finals. Do you know how many favors I had to pull to get Y/N to tutor you?”

“What do you expect me to do?” Jungkook sputtered, “Go home and lock myself up on Pre-Game Night?”

If it weren’t for Jisoo you would’ve done just that. Speaking of Jisoo, your friend cleared her throat and gave you a painful nudge in the side.

“Ah yes, uhm, Jisoo you already know Namjoon. This is Jungkook. You know, the guy I’m tutoring.”

Jungkook gave her a small wave.

Jisoo didn’t even try to hide her amazement. “This is Jungkook? But you’re like wayyy cute!” She turned to you and added still loud enough for everyone to hear, “Why didn’t you tell me he was cute?!”

The embarrassment was obvious on Jungkook’s face. You could tell that Namjoon was getting a rush out of his dongsaeng’s reaction and before he could provoke him any further you decided to jump in.

“Who wants to go dance?” you asked loudly. You turned around and headed to the dancefloor without waiting for any of them to respond.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were tutoring a hunk?” Jisoo muttered under her breath.

“He’s not a hunk. Don’t call him that.”

“Yeah but he’s hot. You made him sound like he was a nerd.”

“He is a nerd.”

Your friend gave you a glare, “Why are we arguing about this? I know you’re not that oblivious.”

Of course you weren’t oblivious to Jungkook, but you weren’t going to tell Jisoo that.

“Let’s dance.” You grabbed Jisoo’s hand and twirled her around.

Namjoon and his friends joined you on the dancefloor. The mood of the crowd was electric. Music pulsed through your veins. Drinks flowed, shots were downed, people pulled out their best, lamest, craziest dance moves. Everyone celebrated like the world was going to end.

After a while you became hot and needed a new drink. You looked around for Jisoo and saw her grinding up against one of Namjoon’s friends. She’d be busy for a while. You inconspicuously moved away from the group and decided to go get some fresh air.  

“Wait up,” Jungkook said as he appeared next to you, “are you getting something to drink? I’ll join you.”

His dark curls were slightly matted with sweat. His baggy t-shirt clung to his body. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or Jisoo’s damn voice whispering into your ear. He was hot.

You circled your arm through his and pulled him through the crowd. His muscles shifted under your touch. You grabbed two drinks from a crate and handed one to Jungkook, your nerves tingled when his hand brushed against yours. The both of you remained in comfortable silence, leisurely walking through the dorm, neither of you in a hurry to get back to your friends. You explored the facility areas, weaving through pounding and quiet parts of the building.

“You look really nice tonight,” he said after a while.

The heels of your shoes echoed against marble floor of the dark hallway. “Thanks, Jisoo raided my closet.”

“She’s really something isn’t she?”

“She’s the best. I’m grateful to have her as my friend.”

Somewhere further down the hallway you made out two figures pressed against the wall, probably trying to find a quiet place of their own.

“You also look nice,” you said to Jungkook.

“I’m wearing the same things I always do,” Jungkook said, his voice turning shy.

You were getting closer to the couple. You could see how the guy was sticking his tongue down the girl’s throat. She seemed to enjoy it from the sounds she was making. Lucky them.

Your next words were definitely fuelled by your tipsy state, “I guess that means you always look nice.” Jungkook missed a step. You had to laugh at his blunder.

The couple in front of you broke apart and looked in your direction. More annoyed about being interrupted rather than embarrassed being caught. You were about to make a funny comment to Jungkook when your heart stopped and you froze.

A string of saliva still clung to the guy’s lips. His eyes widened when he recognized your face in the darkness. “Y/N?”

Your breath hitched and your grip tightened around Jungkook’s arm. He glanced between you and the guy, the situation slowly dawning on him.

“Why did you stop? Who’s that?”, the girl whined.

“No one,” the guy responded as he returned his attention to her and they started making out again.

Jungkook didn’t know if he wanted to puke or punch that guy. A sharp pain in his arm brought him back to his senses. Your nails dug into his skin. He put his hand around yours and loosened your iron grip.

“Let’s go,” he said and quickly pulled you past the couple. You followed him in a daze. He stopped once you were outside of the building, hidden away in a quiet corner.

His hands reached for your face and he lifted your eyes to his. “Breathe.”

You closed your eyes, let out a long breath and let your head fall against the wall behind you. The horrible encounter replayed in your mind. You had to open your eyes again.

There he was right in front of you. Worried Jungkook, kind Jungkook, beautiful Jungkook.

Your hands reached behind his neck and you pulled him a bit closer. You tried to decipher his gaze, it was dark and yearning. Everything was a haze, the alcohol in your blood made you daring.

“Kiss me,” you whispered.

His mouth crashed against yours. Your hands slipped up into his hair and your bodies entwined. You opened your lips and sucked in his hot breath. Your tongues found each other; he groaned at your taste.

He moved one of his hands down your side until he found purchase on your leg and hitched it up against his waist, pressing his body further into you. You let out a moan when his hips ground into yours.

All your senses drowned in Jungkook. You drowned in his scent, you drowned in his touch, you drowned in his heat. You tried to use Jungkook to drown out the grotesque image from before. Suddenly the heat of the moment disappeared, and a cold shower ran down your spine.

You broke away from your breathless kiss and put your hands against Jungkook’s chest to put some distance between you. He gave you a disoriented look.

“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have kissed.”

Jungkook’s eyes grew wide and alarmed. “Did I do something wrong?”

His lips were swollen, his hair was mussed. You wanted nothing more than to pull him back in, but you couldn’t. Not here. Not like this. He deserved better.

You pushed yourself off the wall and gave him a small shove. He immediately let go of you and stepped back. “I shouldn’t have kissed you like this,” was all you said before you ran back into the building.

The next day you woke up to a splitting headache and a heart full of regret. You really needed to talk to Jungkook and explain to him why you ran away the previous night, but you were too much of a coward to pick up your phone and contact him. You decided it was better to talk to him in person at school.

The following week at school you waited for him in the library. Your heart was in your throat. Your prepared speech played in an endless loop in your head.

‘I’m sorry I ran away. I shouldn’t have kissed you in that state. It wasn’t fair to you. You deserve better than that.’

You looked down on your phone to check the time. A message blinked. You opened and read through it. Your heart sank. He wasn’t coming. He wanted to study the last week before finals on his own. He thanked you for your time.

Slowly you got up and packed your bag. You blew it. You wanted to do him right, but you only caused him pain. Thinking back, you realized he gave and gave and gave and all you did was take. He was right to stay away from you. There was no way he’d be happy with someone like you.

The week passed and finals week commenced. You immersed yourself in your exams and tried to get over your heavy heart. You were pretty sure you aced Geometry II, but the Numerical Analysis exam was nothing but a blur.

Although your heart ached, you didn’t fall back into the same dark pit of the past. You didn’t feel lost, you got on with your life. Nobody noticed the Jungkook-sized hole in your heart except for you. You wanted to talk about your feelings, but you didn’t think Jisoo or your sister would understand. They’d probably just tell you to get out there and find a new guy.

Another week passed. You were walking out of your professor’s office, finalizing the details of your summer internship, when you bumped into Namjoon.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? Aren’t you off for summer break yet?” he asked.

“I was just discussing my internship with Prof. Kim,” you said.

“Ah you’re participating in his research program?” Namjoon said, “I heard it’s really interesting, he’s intense though.”

“I think intense is fine for me, I need something to do with my brain. Otherwise I’ll just go crazy,” you said with a smile.

“Speaking of intense, what did you do to that kid?” Namjoon suddenly asked.

You tensed. Did something happen to Jungkook? “What do you mean?”

“Did you brainwash him or something? He got a 98 on his SA final! When I handed him over to you, he was still asking me why the positive and negative z-scores tables had different values,” Namjoon said in awe.

Relief washed through you and your chest filled with pride. “Watch out sunbae, I might be coming for your TA position,” you said with a wink.

At home you sprawled out on the couch. Your sister’s classes ended earlier than yours so now she was away with her friends travelling the countryside. Your mind wandered as you stared up at the ceiling of your quiet apartment. You really wanted to call Jungkook and congratulate him, but you didn’t think you should. He clearly didn’t want to be in contact with you, you hadn’t heard anything from him since his text canceling your study sessions.

A pang of sadness washed through you. It should have been a happy moment for the both of you, you should be eating tangsuyuk together right now. You really wanted to tell someone about your joy and your grief.

Then you suddenly remembered your friend. Your friend who never judged and always had something wise to say. Maybe he would understand the conflicts of your heart. You got up and dug through the receipts on your desk until you found the one with his phone number on it.

You hoped he wouldn’t think you were crazy, but then again, he was the one who offered himself to talk to you any time. You typed in the number and hit call. Your phone dialed when suddenly the number displayed switched to a name. Jungkook.

You quickly hit the cancel button and stared at your phone. Did you accidentally hit Jungkook’s contact? Was your phone broken? This time you typed in the number more carefully and hit call. Again, the display switched to Jungkook’s name. You hit cancel.

Your heart began to race. You opened up Jungkook’s contact and compared it with the number on the receipt.

Holy shit.

JK was Jungkook. Jungkook was JK.

The stranger who cheered you on and made you smile whenever you felt down was Jungkook. You combed through all your receipts and reread them one by one. What was the probability for this to happen? This was so bizarre, but it made so much sense. Jungkook was the kindest person you knew. Why wouldn’t he be kind to a stranger who needed some uplifting words and comforting tangsuyuk?

[13/06 18:20 PM] User: LatteIsHorse ---------------- ORDER [DELIVERY]

3 Tangsuyuk (large) 6 Jjajangmyeon ---------------- Note: JK-nim, I hope you’re doing well! Can I ask you for a strange favor? Would you mind delivering today’s order to me? I would really like to meet you and thank you in person for always being by my side! <3

<Ding Dong>

The doorbell rang. Your heart pounded painfully in your chest. You slowly walked up to the door and opened it.

“Delivery from Golden…,” Jungkook’s voice faltered.

“Hi JK-nim,” you said quietly. You opened the door wider. “Thanks for coming today.”

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” he asked.

You had to smile at his look of utter confusion. “I live here. Come in, you can put the food on the dining table.” You turned around and walked back into the apartment.

Jungkook hesitated before he followed you inside. He moved up to the table and unloaded his box. He tried to steady himself. “You’re LatteIsHorse-nim?” he asked skeptically, “I’ve been here before. Last time someone else opened the door.”

He has visited you before? “Oh, that was probably my sister. I live here with her. She’s out travelling right now.”

“So you’re on your own right now? Why did you order so much food?” he asked. A giant mountain of neatly stacked dishes graced the table.

You came up and pried the metal box out of his hand. Then you moved in front of him and unclasped his bike helmet. He flinched at your sudden closeness.

“To celebrate. Congratulations on passing your Statistical Analysis exam. Namjoon told me you passed in flying colors,” you said in a gentle voice. “I promised you the best Chinese take-out in town, didn’t I?”

Jungkook still looked shell-shocked and simply stared at you.

“I’m sorry about that night at the Pre-Game party. I’m sorry I ran away. I owe you an explanation.”

Jungkook regained his wits and swallowed. “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain yourself. I get it, we were drunk. It was a mistake.” He looked down and tried to turn back around.

You grabbed onto his hands before he could move away. “Jungkook, look at me.”

He stopped turning, but his eyes remained on the floor.

You took a deep breath and squeezed his hands. “I really like you. I’ve really liked you for a while now.”

His eyes shot up to your face.

“The reason why I ran away that night was because I felt guilty. I probably would’ve ended up kissing you anyway, but in that moment, I kissed you because I wanted to forget. I didn’t want our first kiss to be like that. I wanted it to be the me who liked you and not the me who tried to drown out her shitty ex-boyfriend. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

There was an unreadable look in his eyes. Your heart fluttered in nervousness. “How long have you known I was JK? How long did you know I had a crush on you?” he asked.

You could feel your blood rushing through your ears, the butterflies in your stomach beat like crazy. “Since today. I was sad because I thought I couldn’t share the promised meal with you. I wanted a friend to talk to, so I thought to call you. You who was always kind to me, even when I wasn’t kind to myself. Isn’t fate strange? We cheered each other on to find each other.” You had to laugh at the irony of it all.

Your hand hesitantly moved up to his face and stroked across his cheek, “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I made you sad.”

Jungkook melted against your touch. “If I’m never sad, I won’t know when I’m happy.” Then he closed the gap and pressed his lips against yours.

It was a sweet but sad kiss. Filled with happiness and sorrow. Every touch was filled with an ‘I missed you’ or an ‘I’m sorry’.

Jungkook pressed you against the edge of your dining table, he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You both deepened your kiss. Your hands snaked through his hair and pulled him closer into you. Jungkook braced his hands against the table and instinctively ground his hips against your core. You moaned his name at the sensation. The both of you broke apart to catch your breaths, you pulled at his jacket and removed his layers of clothing.

You stilled at the sight of his bare chest. He was truly beautiful. Your fingers traced along his skin and marvelled at its silkiness. Jungkook shuddered under your touch. His hands moved under your shirt and you both lifted it off your head. Then you gripped his hands and slowly led them around your back, urging him to take off your bra. You wriggled out of your jeans and laid yourself completely bare in front of him. Jungkook stopped and stared at you, equally amazed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

Your heart swelled and you pulled him back into a kiss. Both his kisses and his hands left a burning trail down your body. His mouth sucked on the soft skin of your neck while his hands moved across your breast, across your stomach, lower and lower. Wetness gathered between your legs.

“Jungkook,” you sighed. The muscles of his back shifted under your touch.

He released your neck with a loud smack and looked at the artwork he created. He still couldn’t get over how overwhelmingly beautiful you were. Your cheeks flushed, eyes bright and his name at the tip of your tongue. He felt himself strain against his confines.

“Please,” you whimpered. You looked down at his hand and tried to silently command him to touch you.

He kept his eyes trained on your face when his fingers moved lower and slid through your folds. Another moan left your lovely lips. He teased you with his touches, gathering your wetness until he finally pushed down where you wanted him most. Your hands dug into his back, your hips bucked, and you threw your head back in pleasure. He steadied your hips with his other hand and slowly pushed a finger inside of you. Another loud moan echoed through the room.

Jungkook was transfixed by you. He added a second finger and started pushing in and out. Your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and small breathless pants left your mouth. Jungkook increased the speed of his movement and marvelled at the way you reacted under his touch. Then he moved his mouth to your breast and closed his lips around your nipple. You raked your hands through his hair and arched into him. Your core tightened around his fingers. All your nerves were on fire.

You pulled him away from your breast and guided his mouth back to yours. Your tongue traced his lips and you swallowed his moan. You wanted more, you wanted him closer. His fingers curled and his thumb pressed down on you. Jungkook held you tight as you shuddered and fell apart around him.

He rested his forehead against yours, your breath mingled as you both panted into each other. He slowly removed his hand from you and traced his mouth with his slicked fingers, then he moved them to your lips. Your tongue licked the tips of his fingers. His grip tightened around your waist.

“I want to feel you,” you said.

Jungkook shuddered at your words. “Where is your room?”

“The door behind you.”

Jungkook lifted you off the table, you tightened your legs around him and gave him another kiss. He walked you both to your room and gently laid you down on your bed. He took off his pants, then slowly moved onto the bed and hovered above you.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

Your fingers caressed his face. “I want you to be happy.”

Another shudder ran through him. “I am happy. What else?”

You traced his eyes, his nose, his lips. “I want to be the one making you happy.”

Jungkook couldn’t contain himself anymore. His heart felt like it was about to explode. He covered your body with his and pressed himself into you. Your eyes rolled back as he entered you slowly. You felt so full you wanted to burst out of your skin. You could feel how the Jungkook-sized whole in your heart filled up again.

He rocked into you and took your breath away. Your nails raked across his back and left red lines against his smooth skin. Jungkook ducked his head into the crook of your neck and moaned against your skin. Every pull dragged pleasure out of you, every push brought you closer together.

You wanted more. Jungkook gave you more.

You wanted him closer. Jungkook pushed deeper into you.

With every moan, Jungkook pushed harder, pushed deeper. He wanted to melt into you. He wanted the lines between you and him to disappear. Your desire was his desire. His pleasure was your pleasure.  

Jungkook could feel you tightening around him. He moved his mouth over yours and gave you an ardent kiss. The light of your desire turned brighter and brighter until it burst apart into a thousand little flames. You cried against his lips and let the heat consume you. Your body pulsed around his and the overwhelming sensation brought him right over the edge with you.

The both of you laid on your bed and clung to each other. Neither of you willing to let the other go. Your pounding chests beat in tandem. Jungkook stroked his hand across your hair and kissed your head.

“I want you to be happy too,” he said.

“I know,” you said as you smiled against his chest, “You make me happy.”

Jungkook pulled you tighter into him and you remained silent for a while. His hand traced lazy patterns against your skin. Your breathing evened out.

“Are you allergic to pineapple?” he suddenly asked.

You looked up at him in surprise. “No. Why?”

“Because you always order tangsuyuk without pineapple.”

“Oh. That’s because my sister hates pineapple.”

Jungkook frowned, you pulled yourself up and kissed the little ridges between his eyes.

“What?” you asked.

“I think the jjajangmyeon is all soggy by now,” he said.

You had to laugh. “Probably, but the tangsuyuk should still taste great.”

Jungkook kissed you with a smile. “You’re right, tangsuyuk always tastes great.”

°°°°°°°

02/05/20

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they were pretty | chwe vernon hansol

ミ★ synopsis: the moment you lock eyes with your soulmate is when the world will become bright and colorful, but it’s only when the two of you hold eye contact. [dedicated to @memesolvernonchwe​ ! surprise, i’m your secret santa <3]

ミ★ genre: soulmate!au, fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: none !

ミ★ word count: 2,116

ミ★ pairings: vernon x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: merry christmas everyone ! and to those who don’t celebrate, i hope you’re having a great day ! especially to my friend, mia. i’m your secret santa !! i hope you enjoyed this, i wanted to make it as fluffy as possible hehe. hope you’re doing well <33 as to everyone else reading this oneshot, i hope you guys enjoy it ! make sure to give vernon lots of love, and to also be safe this holiday season !

“I’m so excited for you to be able to see colors, yn.” You nod your head aimlessly at Nayeon’s comment, knowing that she’ll eventually stop talking about meeting her soulmate once a month passes by. You bite the inside of your cheek at a particularly long paragraph in the textbook, trying to scan through it to find what to take note of. 

“It’s truly so beautiful, I wish everyone would be able to experience it. I can’t wait to go and see her again so that I can see the color of the sky.” Glancing up from your notes, you see Nayeon staring longingly out the window of the library. You let out a breath, before deciding to close your textbook, causing her to turn to look at you. Giving her a smile you say, “Let’s head back to the apartment, mm? So that you can go see Jeongyeon.” 

You watch as Nayeon’s face practically lights up as she nods her head, and the two of you begin to pack up your things. You listen as she continues to ramble about how she can’t wait to look at the color blue again, and you nod your head calmly as the two of you walk out the library. 

“I feel like you’ll like the color pink a lot.” Nayeon tells you when you both reach the crowded crosswalk. Raising an eyebrow, you turn to glance at her as you wait for the crosswalk signal to show that it’s your turn to cross the street. She smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. 

“Pink is like a sweet and delicate color. It tastes like bubblegum or cotton candy. And it makes you feel… love. I guess.” Nayeon explains in a soft voice, and you nod your head. You glance at your surroundings that are in black and white, the world that you’ve grown used to seeing. 

You wonder if you’ll ever be lucky enough to be able to see the world through Nayeon’s eyes.

The crosswalk signal turns green, and the two of you begin to cross the street. You look at the ground as Nayeon speaks animatedly beside you about how excited she is to see her soulmate, while you half-listen as you walk past all the people going to their own destinations. 

You glance up from the road, and make eye contact with a few people passing by. You’re about to look back down at the crosswalk again when you lock eyes with someone for a brief moment, and you feel your breath get taken away. 

Your world isn’t black and white for a fleeting second. 

“Yn? Are you okay?” Your breath hitches when you see that everything is black and white again. You glance around in panic as you see the normal different shades of grey when the two of you finally cross the street. Nayeon shakes your arm to try and get your attention, but you stare with wide eyes at the other side of the street, heart beating wildly against your chest as you realize your soulmate just walked past you.

and you don’t know who it is.

“WHAT?!” You grimace at Nayeon’s screech as you watch her pace around your bedroom, trying to process the rather unfortunate information that you just bestowed upon her.

more unfortunate for you rather than her but alas…

“So you’re telling me, that you locked eyes with your soulmate as we crossed the street, saw color for one second, then LOST THEM?!” Nayeon asks, stopping in her tracks to turn and face you with an incredulous expression on her face. You slowly nod your head, and she raises a hand to her forehead out of stress. 

“Do you even remember what they looked like? Distinct facial features? Anything?” You stare at Nayeon for a moment, knowing that your answer to her question is going to absolutely destroy her sanity. And so, out of love for your best friend, you slowly shake your head, no. 

Nayeon stares at you, before sinking down to the floor and resting her head in her arms. The two of you stay like that in silence for a moment, and you bite the inside of your cheek. You briefly remember the brilliant colors you saw, but there’s one that stood out in particular to you that you can only describe as being pretty. 

It was a pretty color.

“What are you gonna do now, yn? You met your soulmate and yet you don’t remember anything about what they looked like.” You glance down at your hands, wondering whether or not fate is on your side. You met your soulmate on a busy street for the briefest moment, and you have no recollection of what they may look like other than the color you saw. 

Turning back towards Nayeon, you give her a smile, and her eyes squint in confusion as to how you’re able to muster such a happy smile when you’re in a rather terrible situation. Shrugging your shoulders you look up towards the ceiling, “I’m just happy to have seen colors in that short moment.” 

Nayeon groans and reaches out to slap your leg, making you yelp out in shock. You give her an offended look and she wiggles her finger at your face, “How are you so carefree? I both despise and envy that feature of yours.” 

You grin, reaching out with your foot and nudging her so that she topples onto her side. She turns and glares at you, making you giggle. Running a hand through your hair you mutter, “If fate allows it, I’ll find them again.” 

“You found your soulmate?!” 

“Ah, Seungkwan you’re too loud.” Vernon says with a wince, making the latter squint at him. Seungkwan rolls his eyes, “How can I not be loud? You met your soulmate a week ago and yet you don’t remember what they look like?!” 

Vernon rubs the back of his neck, wondering the exact same thing. He only remembers the burst of color that appeared in that brief moment the two of you locked eyes, but is unable to recall what you looked like. The color of your eyes is all he can remember, as it was what stood out the most to him. 

He thought it was pretty.

The two continue to walk through the park, with Vernon listening quietly as Seungkwan creates a very intricate plan on how to find you as they do so. Vernon glances up at the cherry blossom trees, watching as the petals fly through the air. He’s heard that the color of cherry blossom flowers are magnificent, and he’s dreamt of the day that he’ll be able to see them in their true beauty. 

“Vernon, are you listening? I’m telling you that if we just get Gong Yoo to listen to your story and he likes it, then we can broadcast to the world that you’re looking for your soulmate. All while Gong Yoo plays you in the drama adaptation of your situation. It’s a win win scenario!” Seungkwan explains with a look of certainty on his face, and Vernon bites his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. 

“I think Gong Yoo is on a whole other playing field when it comes to visuals.” Vernon tells Seungkwan, to which his friend scowls, slapping Vernon’s arm. “You’re both handsome.” 

“Yeah but Gong Yoo is something else.” Seungkwan purses his lips at what Vernon said, before nodding his head in agreement. “He do be really handsome at 41 years old.” 

The two converse as they walk around the park, trying to decide where to eat lunch when Vernon hears someone’s loud voice. Seungkwan and him turn towards the direction of the voice, finding two very pretty people laughing underneath the cherry blossom trees.

“Nayeon! You’re so loud, please!” You laugh, and Vernon tilts his head at the sight of you. He takes note of the crinkle to your eyes as you laugh, finding the sight to be rather pretty. Seungkwan raises an eyebrow at Vernon’s silence as they pass by you and Nayeon, wondering what Vernon finds so enticing. 

It’s only when you feel someone staring at you that you turn your head, and your mouth falls open when a burst of color appears right before your eyes. Vernon’s eyes widen when his world is no longer the black and white that he’s known his whole life, and the two of you just stare at each other in a shocked silence.

“Why are you so quiet?” Nayeon asks with a bright smile, only to pause when she sees how flabbergasted you look. Her eyes follow your line of sight, only to gasp when she finds the handsome guy staring at you with an equally shocked expression on his face. 

“I found you.” Vernon breathes out as he stares into your beautiful eyes.

Seungkwan glances between you and Vernon multiple times, waiting for either of you to make a move, only to let out a sigh when he realizes that neither of you are planning on moving. And so, out of love for his best friend, Seungkwan says, “Bitch, go and talk to your soulmate!” and shoves him in your direction. This promptly snaps Vernon out of his daze, and you feel warmth rush to your face when he smiles shyly at you.

Vernon walks towards you, not breaking eye contact, only to stop once the two of you are a foot apart. He grins, reaching his hand out towards you and saying, “Hi. I’m Vernon, your soulmate.” 

A smile breaks out over your own features as you extend your hand and grasp his warm one, “Hi, I’m yn. I think I’m your soulmate.” 

Vernon chuckles, tilting his head at you, “You think?” 

To which you giggle back, nodding your head. “I think so.” 

You’re about to ask Vernon if he’d like to go and get food so that you can get to know each other, only to pause when a soft cherry blossom petal falls directly onto your nose. Vernon smiles softly at the sight, reaching out to pick it off your nose. Your eyes widen slightly at the contact, only for your mouth to fall into an ‘o’ shape when you realize the cherry blossom petal is similar to the color of Vernon’s lips. Without thinking, you take the petal from his hand, and hold it up beside Vernon’s mouth, making him pause at the close proximity between you two. 

Cheerfully you say, “The cherry blossom petals are similar to the color of your lips. It’s pretty.” 

You glance back up into his eyes after staring between the cherry blossom petal and his mouth, only to also physically pause when you realize how close the two of you are. You take notice of the color rising to Vernon’s cheeks, and you bite the inside of your cheek when you realize how pretty he is. 

Nayeon and Seungkwan watch from the side, and Nayeon lets out a happy sigh. She nods her head peacefully, patting herself on the back when she overhears you say that the color pink is pretty. 

Called it, Nayeon thinks to herself with a grin. 

“Do you wanna go and get food together? Get to know each other, maybe?” You ask after a moment of you and Vernon just staring at each other, and he promptly snaps out of his daze. He takes a step back, and you finally exhale the breath you were holding in. He nods his head with a grin, “I’d love to get food. Where do you want to go?” 

You put your finger to your pursed lips as you think, and Vernon hides his smile behind his hand at how cute he thinks the gesture is. After a moment of thinking, Vernon watches as your eyes brighten when you finally come up with where to eat. “Let’s get tteokbokki!” 

He nods his head in agreement, unable to stop himself from smiling at you. You grin, and the two of you begin your descent towards the tteokbokki restaurant, completely forgetting that you both came with a friend as you converse.

Seungkwan and Nayeon let out a sigh, before turning to glance at each other. Seungkwan gestures to you and Vernon’s shrinking figures as you get farther and farther away, “Should we go and get tteokbokki with them even though they forgot we existed?” 

Nayeon turns her head to glance at you and Vernon, letting out a smile when she catches the way you and Vernon turn to look at each other with happy expressions on your faces. Nayeon nods her head after a moment of thought, “Tteokbokki sounds good.” 

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[mariacallous]

The “Gong Yoo slap me please” stuff is a little funny and he’s very attractive but also don’t ever fucking touch me like that.

[1-ore]

i watched squid game too and spent the whole series thinking about this man and when the hell he was gonna show up again 😔 he had a total of two scenes bUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER

not even gonna lie tho, he has had a hold on me for like a year ever since i saw his face for the first time and i don't know how to deal with it 😭

gong yoo, beloved, if for any reason you're reading this, just know that i love you and i will drop everything in my life and marry you rn if you ask :)

IEEE PLEASE JUST LOOK AT HIM!!!! it's too much 😔

LITERALLY !!!!!!! WHO IS HE !!!!!!!!!

THE FACT THAT HE KEEPS SMIRKING AND LOOKING LIKE AN ENTIRE MEAL + SNACK IS SENDING ME TO HEAVEN LIKE GOD.

I mean at first I really expected to see him again in the episodes (lowkey thought that he was the dude in the black mask) but like then I realised he could potentially be the old man's son????? idk lmao

but like same though bea. I would literally drop everything just to marry his beautiful face oh god SLAP ME FOR FREE BITCH 😭😭✋

#❤ : bea #its the desperation for me 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️ #UGH HE'S JUST LITERALLY = DADDY