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sukioyakio · 6 months

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PUNK!MIGUEL x SHY!reader (female)

just had to do it,and it was in my drafts the more I see it the more I had to finish it.

Warning: people cursing,”bully”,sexual stuff,GOOGLE Spanish,if there anymore then you been warned.

An: I got this idea from : THIS

ANYWAY I DID NOT proread this,nor edits.

word count: 2.2k

Why do you like Bullying Me”

it was another day of being in school with her “bully”,(it an Friday morning) as she was putting away her books in her locker door,she didn’t notice punk!miguel coming behind her,as she was just minding het business ,she felt someone breath on her ear “hello” that little movement,

that caused her to jump and looked around to see punk!miguel with an playful smirk and his ionic punk jacket saying “NO future” and 2099,and his outfit ,as she grumbled,she wanted to leave and be alone,but punk!miguel seem to read her mind and had other plans and pin her against her locker.He enjoyed seeing her expression,she starts to squirm around him body,but he held her in place,

“Now come on,conejito is that how you say hello,hmm?”he says towards her ear,as he voice is low and playful,as one of his hands touches her hair softly,and looking at her face

All she wanted to do that moment is get away from him,this was torture for her,she couldn’t stop squirming around on his gaze,and her breathing were getting heavy,she felt like she was going to cry.

“hmm?aww come on,is the little conejito scare of me,or is it that love it when I’m this close?”he says that with an playful smirk on his face and his eyes looking at her face,looking at the little details on her face,as he continues to touch her hair,he is just teasing her.

“I-Ii-I’m not s-scared,and. . n-no.Would..you p-please. .leave m..m-me alone” she says as she stutters,and her voice sounds nervous and shy,as she turns her head away from his gaze,and her hands are place on his chest as she tries to push him away,as her lips were stumbling,and she could feel his breath on her.

“oh really?hmm your not scared of me,aww it seem like the conejito finally grew up..of course I let you go,if you can look at me in the eye”he says with an amuse grin,and looks start at her eyes.

As she mumbled something under her breath and slowly turned her head towards his face and looked at his eyes,as much as she wanted to leave,she stare at him for an good minute,and then left him.

it was science/biology class and the teacher decided to put students in assign seats,she was really hoping it wasn’t going to be punk!miguel,but fate had other plans,”punk!miguel and shy!reader are sitting together as an assign seats for the rest of the quarter,and don’t you dare bother the class today punk!miguel”the teacher said to him,only for him stick out his tongue and put up his middle finger towards him,”oh please,you might as well suck my dick,like why the fuck do you try to be intimidating,”he says with his eyes roll,and his cocky voice,as he already know that he’s is going to have an another detention,as he walked towards reader and reader had no say as Miguel sat next to her with an chuckle at her expression,some of the girls were always giving reader the dirty looks,because of how punk!miguel would always be next to her,but to her it was just him being annoying and playing with her.

As he sat down next to her,the second he sat next to her she tried to ignore him,but punk!miguel would just pinch her check or poke her nose,shoulder more then one time,to says she wasn’t an sensitive person,she was an sensitive person,as she was just trying to listen to the lesson the teacher was teaching.

“¿Cuándo me dejarás ver esa sonrisa, esa hermosa sonrisa?you know maybe instead of being such an nerd,you should just come with me to an party that one of my friends are hosting?he whispers into her ears,as he chuckles at her reaction,she basically jumped off that,she was sure that had 50 different shades of red painted on her face.

(translated from English: When will you let me see that smile, that beautiful smile?)

It was the end of class and shy!reader went straight out of class.

Her best friend MJ was running towards her with an beaming smile,right before shy!reader could see who was running towards her way,she get into MJ tight hugs.

“Heyyyy girl!! MJ says with a little laugh,as shy!reader was trying to speak but knowing MJ her strength wasn’t likely to ignore.

“H-hey. . . MJ c-cc-ould you please let me go” shy!reader says gently,as she was trying to get some air.

“Oh sorry my bad,hehehe” MJ let go of reader and make an awkward chuckle.

As the two of them were talking about their lives,MJ remembered what she wanted to ask her about.

“Soo reader I really want to ask you this,but knowing you your going to say no about it,but I’m still going ask you either way”MJ says in an playful way to shy!reader,as shy!reader raises an eyebrow in question of what MJ is going to ask her about.

AFTERWARDS

She was just in the music room,humming a music sound,as she was writing a song lyrics to sing and practice on.

Punk!miguel who walked on her singing,and was quite amused to see the little shy girl singing,and smirk while looking at her,noticing that she still hasn’t noticed that he was there.

As he started to walk quietly towards to shy!reader.Not a sound could be heard.

“BOO”

An loud scream was heard from her as her covered her head with her hands.As some tears were rolling down her eyes,as punk!miguel didn’t notice that she was crying,as he chuckles at her reactions.

As tear were falling down her face.Breathing was getting more heavy.Her lips were trembling.

While punk!miguel was laughing his ass out,as he was making an joke about her being such an shy little baby.He didn’t realize that shy!reader was crying.

Until he hear an hiccup from her body.

He stop laughing and look at her,to only see her face with tears steaming down her cheeks and here checks becoming red as well with her nose.

He feel so fucking guilty.

“W-w..why . .do..y-yy-You like. .to bully. . .Me” shy!reader says to him,as she sniffs her nose and hiccups every now or then,as more streams of tears are falling out of her eyes lids.She doesn’t want to see punk!miguel or see his glaze.So she doesn’t look at him.

Punk!miguel was confused about shy!read was saying “bullying her?”.As he tries to talk to her but he can’t get anything out,(to him she will always look fucking adorable,his adorable little conejito).

As he step forward towards her,as shy!read takes an step backwards,They keep doing this until shy!reader bumps against,to only get trap by punk!miguel.

Still tears are flowing through her eyes,as her little nose is red and her glasses are cloudy by her heavy breathing.

“No me gusta cuando lloras, especialmente cuando te hago llorar, pero ¿por qué debes ser tan jodidamente lindo en todos los aspectos?Why I like to bully you?”

She looks at him with her red checks and her red nose,as he let his head lay on her shoulder,he just breath softly,leaving the poor little girl confused.

“Why do I like to Bully You?”He whispers into her ears in a gentle yet with his cocky voice,and then he goes to look at her in the eyes.

“If you think of my affection as bully then I’ll take it,cuz it only mean I’m target you and only you.it funny to hear you think that I bully you. ¿Cuánto tiempo vas a ver eso?” He says in a soft tone,as he leans against your forehead.looking you deeply into your doe eyes.

(English translation: how long are you going to see that?)

Her eyes widen to his action,her lips trembling and stumbling in words,as the words were shared into body language.She knew what you we’re finally saying

“I love you,for who you are no can change that”

“H-h..how do I-Ii -I know your not l-l-lying”

She says with a stutter and an hiccup to add to that.As she can feel his warm hands careless her cheek,wiping off some of her tears.Hearing him breathe softly,caused her breathing to slow down.

“Cause,if I have loss interest I wouldn’t try to do this much to be next to you,Mi Corazón”he says as he leans close to her lips,while looking at you making sure you weren’t uncomfortable,after all he can be an gentleman sometimes.But he was glad he didn’t see no uncomfort from her,and so he went in.

Kissing you in a soft embrace and passionate kiss,His soft lips were on her,as she relaxed,but still is shocked by it.She was inexperienced with all of this.Punk!miguel could tell,he already knew that this will be your first kiss. . . ever.And he wasn’t going to let that chance go.Something about being your first,made him happy,and he will make sure that he will be your first everything. . . Everything.

He softly careless your chin,as he looks at you with admiration.Your lips were soft and sweet,something he will definitely get addicted to,he will wanted to go far to the edge but he will be patient when the time is right.

He pull away from with as you can get air from that kiss.He chuckles at your reaction,your face and ear were red and due to you crying your nose was nose.It made you look like a bunny.

Before he could say anything,she ran out the door.Embarrassed is what he thought that cause her to ran away.As he stood there in confusion.

Later in the day

she was on the phone with MJ, and she ranted about what happened with punk!Miguel,and was a blushing mess about it all.Her shy little mind couldn’t handle.

“Oh my god!!I support you guysss,not saying I didn’t ship you two before”MJ says with a playful smile and excitement about hearing about your little interaction.

“But I-i don’t know if this is all a lie,or I’m just MJ chimes in. “Overthinking but if it all a game to him,don’t worry I’ll be the one who personally give him an entire restart”she added to it in a playful but sightly serious tone.

MJ is the only person she isn’t all that shy with.And Is the only person she trusts and know that she can rely on.She makes her laughs out loud.And reminds to be tough (she fails horribly).MJ treats her like her own child but also treats her like a younger sister.

“That the l-last thing I want MJ,but what w-wa-was the thing you wanted to ask me about” she says in an soft gentle voice,curious about what she wanted to ask her.

“OHH!! Yea I wanted to ask you if you can come with me to this big party that going on this weekend.And plus it an Friday today,and there no school on Monday and Tuesday for next week,so what do you say PLSSSSS” MJ says with an gentle and calm voice,but knowing shy!reader doesn’t like these type of things,and sounds desperate at the last part.

“I-I-ii” Shy!reader grumbles as she looks at her planner with everything she needs to do.But then again she deserves an break sometimes.Before she could get to talk she get interrupted by MJ.

“PLEASE!!,Gurl you never take a break from being the worlds expert nerd on stuff,please”she says with an desperate voice,she never say’s desperate to anyone.MJ is an tough person who,you would never seems to be desperate for anything.As shy!reader made an loud sigh.And said to MJ.

“F-ff.…-fine I’ll go with you” she says with a pout.As she could hear her MJ yelling YES!!

You guys talked after that for an hour,Talking about how everyone should be take off their phones and help the earth (cause climate change isn’t an joke anymore 💀😭 Florida is going to get flooded😃😭),Taking about the trends,talking about MJ little crush on peter.But then after that hour you went to bed.

“Is this party even wroth going”

Punk!miguel who was smoking outside of his house,in the balcony.He inhales it and after an few seconds he blows it out,creating an trail of smoke in the air.He was daydream about you in the night sky how convenient he was.He never thought he would be in love,he always hated those love shit people would be for someone.But now look at him daydreaming about the girl he fucking lives rent free.And how he meet you,the shy little girl.

You bumped into him While running to make in time to your other class.He was already pissed off that day.The last thing he needed was someone to bump into him,but that was exactly what he got.You bumped into his back,but you didn’t see that,all you know that it was something strong and tough,as fell on your butt.

“Fucking watch where you going, Perra estúpida, ¿no puedes ver por dónde caminas?”he says coldly as he turn away to see your little body.As your doe eyes look at him,Like an deer in highlight,all scared.As he just look at you with an amused smirk on his lips.As you got up,as you lower your head down.

“S-s-sorry..I-I’m s-ss-sorry for that,Please f-f..-forgive me”you say in nervousness and wouldn’t stop stuttering.Your voice were the thing punk!miguel would love to hear you.As you look up at him with forgiveness.As he lean towards you hovering you,looking down at you with an playfulness of an smirk.

“¿Quién diría que en esta escuela permiten un conejito así donde podrían comerte,easily?”

He says to himself but intentionally said it out loud enough for you to hear,but seeing your confused expression was enough for him to enjoy having fun with his little conefjito.

(English translation: Who knew that they allow such an bunny in this school where they could eat you up)

IM DONE I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE it The quote by my friend: “MONEY can buy happiness”

this MJ is very much fucking off the real one,but I like.

✌️

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ilovefoodwithallmylife · 2 years

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Transformers Bayverse Autobots x Human reader (Crush and Confession Headcanons Part 2)

"How would they react to themselves crushing on a human? And how would they confess?"

Characters: Bayverse Bumblebee, Sideswipe, Hound, Hot rod, Crosshairs.

A/N: I made a part 2 since I promised it💞, I'm so sorry that this took so long for me to do, my motivation was aft and I had a lot of schoolwork to do😭🤧.

And an anonymous person said that they would love to see more Bee x Reader content. I don't find their ideal bad, so I went along with it, and to the Anon who says that they want more Bee Content. Hope this won't disappoint I didn't know what continuity you wanted, so I went with Bayverse when Bumblebee didn't get back his voice yet, hope you'll understand, and as I said in my other Bay Autobots x Human Reader post, they might seem OOC because I haven't watched the movies for a long time. GIFs do not belong to me credits go to the original creators. (Some of them were found on Google)

This is the first part of this post if you are interested read:

Warnings: I suppose Potential Movie Spoilers from 1-5, Cursing, Mention of Violence/Fighting but nothing too detailed or Gorey, Death, and, Getting in Trouble, Some parts for others may look short-, Teasing/Flirting, Jealousy, Kissing, Miscommunication or Awkward Situations (On Hot Rod's Part), Injuries, Crack, Fluff, and, Angst.

Bumblebee;

•When the young scout finds himself gaining a crush on you, he's in denial, but at the same time, he feels willing to ask you out.

•But he'll mostly lean on the part where he refuses to acknowledge his feelings for you.

•The reason why is that, being betrayed and hunted down by humans, and having other disturbing events he doesn't want to remember, gave him slight trust issues.

•You might take might advantage of his status, You won't feel the same way, You might not want to hang out with him anymore, You might hurt him or worse, betray him and leave him to have experimented on by humans who hunt them down...

•But at the same time, Bumblebee feels willing to tell you, his crush on you. He wants to ask Optimus for advice but he knows that he's strict and will forbid it.

•And Primus, Bee doesn't want to receive Prime's disappointed look at him, it would feel horrible. He respected Optimus for years and he has done the same thing.

•However, keeping his feelings to himself won't help. You need to know how he feels, besides if Bee hides his crush well, it won't be a good thing to experience if he ever decides to pretend that he doesn't like you.

•Since he doesn't have his voice with him, Bumblebee would use sweet lovesongs to tell you how he feels. Are you surprised by this? Well, not really, you've seen how a bit obvious his intentions are of courting you.

•Eitherways you're happy with him, and you accept his confession. Making the young bot very happy. If he was in his Mass Displacement or Holoform, he'd carry you and do a little spin out of joy.

•While still being careful to not hurt you. Spending time together is just having fun. For example, if a favorite song of both of yours plays, you both dance cheerfully. And if he's using Holoform or Mass Displacement he'd hold you, he'd say how much he loves you and swears to protect you with all his life. <3

Sideswipe;

•To be honest, he's a flirt or a tease, he's a bit of a player just for fun, but with no intentions to hurt someone However, when he gains feelings for someone and their genuine? Sideswipe gets flustered.

•He just gives me those vibes where the cocky character says they'd make their love interest fall for them first, but instead they're the ones who fall for their love interest first-

•Sideswipe still haves his cocky attitude with him, but really when he's with you, it slightly becomes clear how he likes you-

•This mech had so many attempts to ask you out, but it just ends up with him being too shy and flustered to tell you. One time, he got very angry with himself that he tried to demolish the wall-🤦‍♀️

•And you know that it didn't end well for him...Sideswipe dented his pede pretty badly which caused him to have an injury where he couldn't walk properly. He also came up with some scrappy excuse to Ratchet for his actions, but the medic just sighed, already knowing what was going on.

•But, let's just say after some time he finally has the courage to ask you out. While he admits his feelings for you, the bot had a bit of Energon-blush on his faceplates, and he slightly stutters his words.

•Are you shocked? Just like Bumblebee, you're not very surprised. After seeing his attempts to try to tell you his feelings, it looked quite clear of Sideswipe's intentions.

•When you accept his confession, he's more than surprised, he wasn't expecting you to look back, but is very glad that you didn't reject him! Sideswipe would feel embarrassed if you did decline his offer.

•On how you spend time together, is sometimes getting into silly shenanigans. You guys would get into trouble together, something like badly cropped photos of Lennox around the base, and it's almost everywhere-

•Of course, you both are going to be scolded for pranking around the area, you two are in trouble together. But hey, it's better to be with someone you love when you do silly things. <3 (Hopefully Lennox doesn't get too upset from seeing unflattering pictures of him :/)

Hound:

•Um, now this is unexpected to find out...Hound won't be all shy and flustered or be in so much denial of his emotions for you. He'd just be a bit taken back of himself when he finds out about his crush on you.

•He'd still be the same mech around you though, you don't see him being nervous or flustered when he talks to you. But, he does feel a warm feeling in his spark when you laugh at his jokes.

•Hound is not one for adoring or complimenting one's looks, but seeing you smile or being happy makes him feel secure that you're safe from harm and danger. Also, he's always the first one to save you from getting hurt when he fights his enemies.

•One day, Izabella noticed how protective he is over you. So when she gets the chance to talk to him, she asks Hound.

•"Hey Hound!" She calls out to him, the Green mech then looks at the young girl and says "Oh hey kid, anything ya need?" Hound talks "No not really, but I do have a question!" Izabella answers "Then, go ahead I guess." "Alright, so do you have a crush on (Name)?"

•When Izabella asks him that question, his optics slightly widen. He'd look away for a while then he'd grumble in reply, "Well, maybe." Izabella just then happily encourages him to tell his feelings for you, after hearing Hound's statement.

•As time passes, Hound tells you his confession. He admits he's not the best sparkmate out there for you but is willing to be with you. Are you taken back by this? Hell yeah, you are-

•He was able to keep his composure with you, and now he tells you that he wants to ask you out. You're more than stunned- And when you accept his offer, he'd just let out a small chuckle of relief and would just gently carry you on his servo to hold you, with your permission.

•I'd say how you two spend time together is maybe training to defend yourself or teaching you how to use some weapons or how to create them. On the other hand, you'd just talk to each other.

•While he'd just pulling a few jokes randomly- But you're still happy to chat together, being in company together already makes you both grateful. <3

Hot Rod;

•Oh, now he is a flustered mess. As much as he tries to be a suave smooth-talking gentlemech, he miserably fails in doing so.

•When he realizes that he gained romantic feelings for you, his playful personality somehow falters. In summary, he becomes such a dork.

•I know that he makes up good pick-up lines to try and woo you, but they end up seeming awkward and strange, and his words would be fumbled in the end.

•Poor Hot Rod is not getting help from anyone. Cogman has a good day, he will just watch things and how they'll play out, he sees this as prime entertainment for himself. Sir Burton is no better, he also sees this as amusement at what's happening to Hot Rod, he'd even hold back and hide his giggles when he sees him try to impress you, but ends up failing.

•Hot Rod starts to act a little out of character, he seems almost shy to even talk to you. And when you ask a simple "Are you ok?" Or "Is everything alright?"

•Ha, he's a bit flustered about how you're concerned for him, he'll even answer nervously, which is only going to make things more complicated for the both of you.

•Once he gets the opportunity to tell you his feelings, he'll try to be all relaxed and be a gentlemech. But when he confesses, his words end up being stuttered.

•You weren't very stunned to find that out, seeing him act all, nervous and how he tries to get with you, made things clear.

•He feels relieved after you accept his confession, he was all pent-up and stressed with his feelings, so it was hard for him to tell you, but thank Primus it's already done.

•You and Hot Rod would spend time together on fancy dates. When he uses his holoform or Mass Displacement, he'll act like a gentleman. He'd be the type to be the one who'd open the door and treat you like a princess, just for you. Or just have a peaceful picnic date, he'd even get you your favorite flowers as a gift. <3

Crosshairs;

•Oh my goodness, we have another tsundere- He's in great denial. He'd hide his feelings with his normal cocky act especially when he's with you.

•He pretends to not care about you. But Primus he really does. Crosshairs would even be jealous if you're being a bit too close with another mech beside him. Yep, he's this jealous.

•Since he pretends to not care, he'd just scoff and would be "Whatever." but deep inside he feels jealousy. Especially if you're with Bumblebee or Drift.

•Crosshairs would be the type to show off his skills towards you to get your attention on him while being a flirt.

•He's not a fan of humans, and won't be the best guardian for a human if he was assigned to protect one. However, when it comes to you, he's so protective. It even looks like he has special treatment only for you- Which kinda causes Cade to be annoyed since we saw how he acts on TF4-.

•But again, since he's not accepting the fact that he loves you. The other Autobots would have to be the ones to confess their feelings for you. Another way how he'll confess his crush on you himself is when you face a situation where you almost die.

•And at that moment he'd tell you right there how he likes no, loves you. He then promises to be stronger to protect you. Despite his teasing nature, he can be sweet.

•You're very astounded by his confession and how at times he can be, thoughtful. But you feel contented with his confession and you accept. It caused Crosshairs to be shocked but he'd hide it by with flirting you and being a teasing mech. But really, he feels good that you like him as well.

•When you both have free time together, Crosshairs would drive you around while he lets you play your favorite music. Or you two would annoy Drift- It's a thing you've both done since you were friends.

•He doesn't admit but, he loves it when you guys cuddle. Though, he'd be so clingy and would give you lots of kisses. And no he does not give a single scrap if he has to do something, this mech not leaving you. What an afthole, but he's yours. <3

@t-annuki @justabigass-simp @blackgirlfandomwriter

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brujaluas · 7 months

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What will my wedding night be like?

Pile 1

You may be a virgin or both are virgins and chose to wait to be together, something quite rare nowadays, I see that there are many conflicting thoughts and doubts between the relationship and i need to say that someone people around you that have been place it in your mind or in the mind of the person you are marriage. to get married, some may be lgbt or couples of the same gender, they may have different cultures too, something here is very different, it's as if people looked and were sure that it wouldn't last long as it is something very different with many barriers to Staying together, maybe your family wouldn't approve, you got together as friends and then became an inseparable couple. I don't see intimate contact on the first night of the wedding, it's as if there is something stopping you or someone else. a certain type of tension.

Pile 2

For many I see that it will be something normal, like, you already know each other very well, for many (or few) I see that it is an ex, you already had a relationship with that person, but the relationship ended quickly, I would say that some may have even lived together with that person before getting married, or during the time they were in a relationship, I also see that after reconciling again they may look for a place to live or live in the same place they usually live, something very domestic and routine in this pile, it may have had influences on the relationship but you love each other a lot and got back together, you are in a kind of companionship, you can talk a lot (something that didn't happen before) during the first night, you will ask yourself several questions to try to make the other person comfortable. extremely complicity.

Pile 3

I see someone running away, but calm down! You or this person are very jealous of the possessive type, it's mine! And this may have ruined your relationship for a moment because of a very bad fight, this person or you decided to pack your things and leave, travel far away to cool your head, a lot of thoughts in this jealous person's head, wanting to break up the relationship even though we love deeply, but I feel that there will be a lot of sensuality to bring that person back and you to go back to being what you were, but this time knowing each other better, maybe the fight occurred because someone hid something like that you stayed with a friend and didn't tell that person BEFORE YOU HAD A SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP, but you got back together and are together again, wow with all my respect but you and your future person are a mess, very intense and sensual energy, I see lots of brands and sold out here. MINORS LEAVE BEFORE I KICK YOU TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD.

Hi my little honey sweets, how are you? Are you eating well? drinking water? I hope so, as I said here, I posted two themes here today and also a video on youtube about the appearance and personality of your future partner, if you could watch the video and give feedback that would be incredible!I have to say that I have extreme insecurity when speaking other languages, so if you prefer the Google Translate voice for reading, let me know hahahere

here the link 🦀

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worldlxvlys · 3 months

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heyy an, i miss u sm so i got a request!! what if u start a sturniolo little sister thing (c.ai doesn't feed me enough) basically the plot i wrote on c.ai is reader (she has a name on c.ai but just go with y/n ig) is about to leave to go to a party in a sort of "revealing" outfit (it's not actually that revealing the triplets are just overprotective as shit in my plot) and they notice a few she's been wearing more revealing outfits these days and they lowkey wonder why. (that's not actually what happens in my plot but i'm gatekeeping it bc it's my comfort c.ai bot) and then you can go from here i guess!! in my plot, reader is a very whiny, easily annoying and whimpery girl, ykwim? like she's so easily hurt / upset. that's one of her main traits so hope it helps the development of the fic! ilysm🫶🏻

stand out

sturniolo triplets x sister! reader

warnings: cursing, mention of shitty ex

a/n: kind of got carried away, hopefully you like it tho

ily <33

“you’re not leaving in that” chris stated for about the fifth time that night. i was starting to get annoyed.

i’ll admit that my shorts were on the shorter side, but everything was covered.

“why chris? why do you care about what i put on my body?”

his jaw clenched as he let out a heavy sigh.

catching onto the annoyance that was written all over chris’s face, matt stepped in.

“look, what you decide to wear is completely up to you, we aren’t going to tell you what you can and can’t wear.” he placed his hand on my shoulder gently.

“we’ve just noticed that your outfits have been a little more on the revealing side lately-“ i cut him off, already knowing where this conversation was heading.

“ we? so you guys talk about how i dress when i’m not here?” his mouth opened and closed like a fish as my question caught him off guard.

nick then pitched in, “look, we’re genuinely just worried about you. we want to make sure you’re safe”

“i’m fine guys, seriously. i mean, everybody wants to stand out, right?” i watched as all of their faces dropped as they began to catch on.

matt tilted his head at me, “is this about your ex?” i let out a sigh at this.

he knows me too well.

when i broke up with my ex, matt was the person i leaned on. chris and nick were there for me, of course, but matt was the person who took me for late night drives to cheer me up. so, naturally, i spoke to him the most about my feelings.

when i was dumped, my ex told me i was just like every other girl and i tried too hard to fit in. while i tried to act like his words held no affect on me, they hurt me deeply.

they rang through my head constantly, no mater what i did. but, i didn’t want to completely change just because a man decided to use my biggest insecurity against me. so, instead, i decided to switch up my style.

what i failed to realize, however, was that my brothers were able to read me like a book.

and while the change in clothing choice was cute, it wasn’t me. it was uncomfortable.

“i hate that he still has so much power over me. it’s like no matter what i do, i can always hear his comments about me in my head.” i finally spoke.

“what did he say to you?” chris asked, growing concerned.

i looked down at this, feeling tears start to prick at the corner of my eyes.

“pretty much that there was nothing special about me and that i’m boring” i shrugged my shoulders, swallowing the lump that began to form in my throat.

“well he’s just flat-out wrong” chris stated, as though it was the most obvious thing he’s ever said.

i furrowed my eyebrows as i stared at him in confusion.

“um, hello? you’re literally the most insane person i’ve ever met”

i looked at him crazily, “is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“you’re the only person i’ve ever met that goes running for fun. that is borderline psychotic” i narrowed my eyes at him. “trust me, you’re not like any other girl” he finished.

i playfully rolled my eyes at him.

“plus” matt began, “isn’t this the same dude that thought that googled why he had a headache and was fully convinced he was dying?” i couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

nick then joined in, “besides, that motherfucker talks like he’s reading from a script written by the ginny and georgia writers, i promise you’re not missing out”

this sent the three of us into laughing messes. chris reached out for something to hold onto as he started to fall and, seeing as i was standing right next to him, that happened to be me.

chris clutched onto my shoulders as he began to bring me down with him, and the four of us doubled over in laughter.

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carmesí // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader

genre: fluff & smut // warning: older reader, Jay calls reader "Boss", office environment, hyung-line makes an appearance, Isa and Yoon (from STAYC) are BFFs with reader, profanity, making out, shower sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, semi-public sex // wc: ~10.5k -- I KNOW, THIS IS AN ACHIEVEMENT

summary: you're the CEO of your family's company and you cruise your working days with the lovely help of your personal assistant, Park Jay.

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author’s note: if this is your first time at forjongseong, welcome! carmesí was supposed to be a one shot, but I kept continuing it and writing more parts because a. I wanted to, and b. people wanted more! so if you're not into series, you can stop reading at the end of this part (it will give you a nice open ending), but if you do want to read more, you have more parts waiting. it's a win for all!

OKAY LISTEN. LISTEN!!! I have seen writers receive asks and requests about CEO!Jay, and I shall raise you one: SECRETARY!JAY -- now I did do some googling to see which term is more correct, is it secretary or personal assistant? I found that personal assistant would be a better choice but he still does secretarial work so just know that in this fic the two terms are used interchangeably, don't stress about it.

also, I really decided to make this fic THIS LONG because the lovely @sunghoonalter once said that my fics are way too short. I accepted the challenge wholeheartedly. thank you for bringing that to my attention, Raven!

this is ALSO the first fic I wrote in YOUR P.O.V. I've never done this before and it turns out I could? expect more.

and yes, I already did post mareado a couple hours earlier, but you can never have too much Jay fics in one day, can you?

to my new readers and new followers, welcome! first time to forjongseong? feel free to explore my masterlist. though if you are a minor, please respectfully get out of this blog because my work contains smut.

to my fellow Jay stans (or others who don't bias him but are wrecked by him) this is for you! I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. I wrote it from 12.30pm to 11pm in one day. I'm not lying, @jaylaxies is the witness.

I titled this one carmesí because it means crimson or deep red, the color of the reader's lipstick that she uses for work. It is also the title of a song by Vicente García. Part of the lyrics say:

Life that has come

to fill my soul with color

today I navigate by your beauty marks

and within your crimson lips

Ugh. Let's just imagine Jay singing that, shall we?

CHEERS! Stay safe and healthy, everyone.

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A silver S-Class Mercedes-Benz pulls up in front of a tall building. The door opens and a young man dressed neatly in a grey suit steps out. He buttons up his blazer and this mere action caught the attention of all the ladies, and some men, who were passing by. He then turned to face the door and extended his hand.

Your fingers gently hold Jay’s hand as he helps you step out of the car. He was about to grab your briefcase when you raised one hand, letting him know that it was fine. You started walking without waiting for him and he quickly followed behind you once he closed the door and the car drove off.

Inside the building, the staff were letting each other know through their radios. People who were about to enter the building slowed down, and the people inside who were walking out halted their steps. You walk in smiling and nodding slightly, acknowledging everyone who paused for you.

“Good morning, Miss L/N,” greeted the security as he stood by the door.

“Morning, Bobby, how’s the wife?” you answered, walking slowly and waiting for his answer.

“She’s great, Miss! Thank you,” Bobby’s eyes disappeared as he put on the widest smile, happy that someone noticed him for the first time that morning.

Jay sprinted towards the elevator and quickly pressed the button. An elevator opened right at the end of the corridor and Jay entered first, holding it open for you. The other people waiting for the elevator also held back, letting you ride it alone with your assistant.

“You have a private meeting in an hour, an online conference right after lunch, and around 4pm you have a visit from the tech company,” Jay said as the elevator door closed, looking at his iPad and standing right next to you. “What do you want for lunch?”

“Steak is fine,” you answer, looking at your reflection and fixing your glasses in place. “But choose a new restaurant.”

“I know a good place,” Jay smiled, jotting down notes on his pad. “Oh, the suit you asked me to press is in your office. I left it there last night after picking it up.”

You nodded and the elevator dings. You then noticed that Jay pressed two different levels before you came in.

“This is me, I have to check something at accounting. See you, Boss,” Jay stepped out, running a hand through his hair to make sure it’s still styled the way he wanted it to look.

“Mmhm,” you shifted your weight and waited as the elevator door closed, finally taking you to your floor.

---

Jay had been working for you for almost three years. Your previous secretary quit her job because she got married to a foreigner, and you didn’t want to cause drama in her life by making her stay. Luckily, she had a list of friends that she gave to you and out of all the applicants, you ended up picking Jay.

At first, you doubt how hiring a male assistant would help you work better. You’ve seen how men at work behave, and how their planning skills are close to poor. You were proven right, though, because the first two months Jay started working, you had to handle the chaos he caused and almost flipped out. The good thing is after some serious talking, Jay didn’t take too long to improve himself. Now, it’s safe to say that you can’t go to work without him.

By this point, you’ve been to every meeting, every conference, and every work-related event with Jay. He knew your schedule, your preference, and things that tick you off. It was like being with a very capable AI who was also easy on the eyes.

Tonight you had to attend the opening of a bar owned by one of your best friends who was also a successful musician and multi-millionaire. You dread going to bars, though. Restaurants, you can handle, but there was just something about bars and the people in it that turns you off. Maybe because it was where you met your ex for the first time.

“Boss,” Jay called, making his way through the crowd and walking over to you, standing at a table with one drink in your hand. “Sorry, it’s so hard to find you here and you weren’t answering my calls.”

You took your phone from your purse and saw that you had three missed calls. “Oh right,” you said, putting your phone back. “It was on mute. Sorry.”

Jay waved his hand, signaling that it doesn’t matter. “Some kind of bar, huh?” He looked around as he took his place standing behind you.

“My friend told me he’d show up at 8 but now it’s almost 9 and I’m tired but I don’t wanna leave until I meet him,” you said, leaning in to Jay because the DJ just decided to crank up the volume.

“Well, to kill time, why don’t you go around? Maybe you’ll meet someone,” Jay said nonchalantly, sipping his drink that you presumed to be whisky.

You squinted your eyes towards Jay, judging him, and when he was done drinking he laughed.

“I’m kidding, I know you don’t like people,” he set his glass on the table and leaned in, making him appear shorter than you.

“People don’t like me,” you claimed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“That’s bullshit,” Jay snorted. Clearly, your relationship was a close one for him to comfortably say whatever he wants, given the appropriate surroundings. “People at work love you.”

“Because they work for me.”

“No, because you’re a great boss and you care about them.”

You stopped playing with the glass in your hands to look at Jay. Jay just looked back at you with a questioning look.

“Is this your way of asking for a raise?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed and genuinely curious.

Jay chuckled and stood up straight. “I’m serious. Why would you think people don’t like you?”

You clicked your tongue and tilted your head. “You know how I haven’t been dating anyone for the past five years?”

“That’s an exaggeration, you broke up with your ex two years ago,” Jay said, matter-of-factly.

“True, but,” you sighed and slightly stretched your neck, putting one hand behind it to lightly give yourself a massage. “Since then, the guys who want to sleep with me only do it for one night so they can brag about it like I’m some sort of trophy. Meanwhile, the guys looking for a relationship get intimidated once they find out what I do. So I just decided to--”

“—Be single?” Jay attempted to finish your sentence.

You nodded. “That, and masturbate.”

The lights in the bar was dim, but you could have sworn you saw Jay’s cheek start to flush. He avoided eye contact and shifted his gaze to the center of the room. That’s when he found an excuse to shut the topic down.

“Isn’t that your friend?” he asked, tilting his chin towards the person in question.

“Noona!”

You set your glass on the table and let Jay stay there as you walked forward, ready to greet your friend with an embrace.

“Taehyung,” you squealed as you hugged him. “Finally you showed up.”

Taehyung grinned as he moved you side-to-side like childhood best friends reunited after the summer break. “Glad you came and I’m sorry for the wait.”

“You know, when you say jazz club, I was expecting a little less EDM music and more class. And more warm lighting,” you squinted as you looked around, speaking in a volume higher than before because now the crowd was also getting noisier.

“This is just the opening party, Noona,” Taehyung said as he put an arm around you, squeezed your shoulder and put one hand out, reaching into the air. “Once it’s officially open, there will be warm lights, a full band that plays live music, and the class you always look for. Come back next time?”

You nodded. “Of course. Now if you’ll excuse me, this is a Wednesday night and I do have work.”

“Always the workaholic,” Taehyung sighed. “Well, at least you’re not an alcoholic.”

You chuckled and lightly punched his shoulder. “Whatever. I’m out. I don’t want to stay around much longer and bump into my ex.”

“Ugh, we do not want that,” Taehyung shook his head dramatically. “Especially when you’ve got someone new. Who’s the handsome man?” Taehyung looked over at Jay, who was looking somewhere else until he felt eyes on him. Jay noticed Taehyung and politely nodded as a greeting while Taehyung raised his glass to him.

“That’s Jay, and before you get any ideas, he’s my personal assistant.”

“A very handsome personal assistant.”

“Knock it off,” you shouted, this time punching Taehyung’s shoulder a little harder. He winced and then nodded, waving you goodbye as you walked away.

---

The idea of seeing Jay as someone else other than your assistant is something that was not new. Ever since your friends witnessed Jay coming down to a coffee shop one day just to bring you your phone that you left in the office, they would not shut up about it. As much as they knew how you seem to have had enough of relationships, they were well aware of how lonely you felt some days.

And for some reason, when you were feeling lonely, Jay was the only person you dared to call.

“You need me to run an errand?” asked Jay right after you opened the door to your apartment, letting him in. “I came here with a bike, I might need to borrow your car if what you need is pretty far.”

It wasn’t Jay’s first time at your place. He has let himself in countless times because you trusted him enough. Sometimes it was to just drop off laundry, groceries, or to pick up stuff that you left before work. But when you were home, he would always wait for you to unlock the door for him, even when he knew the passcode by heart.

“No, I just need company,” you said as you walked to your desk that faced the floor-to-ceiling window, giving you a great view of the night lights. “Make yourself busy in the kitchen, grab a snack or whatever. I just need the noise.”

This was an unusual request for Jay. For a second he just stood there confused, like a Sim waiting for an action. You noticed that he wasn’t making any sound, so once seated at your desk you turned your head around.

“Jay?”

Jay frowned. “You want me to just… be here?”

You started typing, looking at your computer. “Yeah.”

“You know if you want noise you can just turn on the TV right? Or search for white noises on YouTube?” he asked again, still unable to process this task.

“No, I need the actual presence of a human being,” you stated calmly, staring at your screen and fixing the glasses on your nose.

“Should I do the work for you instead? Whatever it is you’re staring at,” Jay started moving towards your desk.

You raised a hand and Jay stopped in his tracks. “It’s fine, just make yourself at home.”

“Okay, Boss,” Jay sighed, turning around and walking back to the kitchen. He really did take your sentence to heart because he then started checking the cabinets and found that you have an astonishing stash of different ramens and different brands of tea. He also noticed how your cooking ware were mostly in sets, all in the same shade of ivory. At first, he fixed himself a glass of water and just sat by the counter, his back towards yours as he scrolled his social media on his phone.

It must have been hours since Jay started browsing TikTok because he felt his stomach rumble. He looked towards you and found you still in the same place, with the same position, typing away on your keyboard. Your computer screen is now emitting a yellow light, and Jay figured you must have a bluelight filter that is set to turn on at a certain hour.

Without disturbing you, he made himself busy by carefully taking out a ceramic pot and grabbing two packs of ramen from one of your cabinets. While he waited for the water to boil, he took out the tea that he brewed earlier, pouring it into a glass and putting several ice cubes in it. Once everything was all set—a bowl of ramen for you and his share still in the pot, and two glasses of iced tea—he walked over to you and gently tapped you on the shoulder.

You flinched, thinking it was some sort of bug that made its way to you, but then you heard Jay chuckle lightly and apologizing.

“Sorry, Boss,” Jay said looking at you. “I made you ramen. Hope you didn’t mind that I rummaged through all your kitchen closets.”

You squinted to check the time on your computer screen. It was 45 minutes past midnight.

“Damn, that’s late,” you stood up and stretched your legs. Jay observed you for a second before leading you to the kitchen.

He pointed towards your bowl and you sat by the counter, dangling your legs down the bar stool. Jay stood across you, leaning in to just eat his portion from the pot. You carefully blew on your noodles before eating it, and once you did, you almost cried. From how hot it is and from how thoughtful your assistant was.

Jay saw you tearing up and gently pushed the glass of ice tea in front of you. “Take it easy.”

You waved your hand dismissing him. Once you chewed everything thoroughly and took a sip of the tea, you sniffed, swallowing back the tears.

“Thank you,” you said, not remembering when was the last time somebody had cared for you this way.

Jay looked worried when he saw you sniffling and still teary-eyed. “Boss, you’re welcome, but please don’t choke on the noodles.”

You grabbed a tissue and snorted into it, making him laugh with noodles in his mouth.

“Careful, now you’re the one gagging,” you said, taking another bite of the noodles.

---

It had been a long day at work and now you’re in your office, going over some reports while you sip a drink, standing by the window. Your heels are by the coffee table, discarded as soon as you entered the room.

You heard a knock on the door and answered without looking. “Come in.”

Jay peeked inside before coming in, holding his iPad on one hand and a paper bag in the other. “Hey, Boss, I just wanted to remind you about the big meeting we have tomorrow. It’s expected to start at 8, so maybe I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Pick me up?” You looked up from the file you were reading. “You’re aware I have a driver, right?”

“Yes, and Mr. Lee is a great driver,” Jay straightened his posture and tried hiding the bag he was holding. “I thought you wanted to go through the notes to prepare for the meeting.”

You then looked at Jay and noticed that he was just standing there by the door, seemingly not wanting to move.

“Good thinking,” you said. You put down the file on the coffee table and started walking towards him. “What’s that you got there?”

Jay finally brought out the paper bag and you immediately saw the flashy Chanel logo on it. You tilted your head, about to question him but he spoke up first.

“I notice that most of the time you wear really high stilettos. They look great and of course they complete your look, but it looks painful. I know it’s not your birthday or anything but I just went and got you these.”

He extended his arm to give you the bag and you accepted it. You sat down on the sofa and placed the bag on the coffee table, taking the shoe box out of it. Jay waited patiently as he stood in front of you, his face trying to analyze what sort of feeling you were going to convey through your eyes.

When you opened the box, you found a pair of classic Chanel slingbacks—shoes that look formal enough with the block heels yet comfortable for anyone to walk around in. You sighed and looked at Jay, who immediately started to worry.

“What? You don’t like it? It’s fine, I can still return it. Maybe you can come to the store to pick something out when--”

“I love them. Thank you.”

Your words immediately shut him up and he exhaled, a clear sign of relief.

“Remind me how much I pay you for you to afford buying Chanel for other people?” You carefully picked one shoe up, not looking at Jay.

“Oh,” Jay put a hand behind his neck. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that, Boss.”

You tried the shoes on and they fit perfectly. You walked a couple steps forward before crossing your arms in front of you. “How do you know my size?”

“You ask me to take your shoes to repair and the spa a lot, Boss,” Jay answered without missing a beat, keeping his cool.

You mouthed an understanding “ah”, your eyes widening and nodding, and Jay smiled and nodded with you.

“If that’s all, I’m just gonna excuse myself. I have dinner with my parents?” Jay ended his sentence with a questioning tone, not sure if you remembered that he mentioned it this morning.

“Yeah, go, don’t be late,” you took the shoes off and placed them in the box again. “Say hi to your parents for me.”

“I will. See you tomorrow,” Jay smiled and took a couple of steps backwards before turning around and walking out the door.

---

You woke up at 6 AM the next morning and took less than an hour to get ready. Your outfit was laid out the night before, and you decided to go all black because your assistant suggested it. Jay arrived exactly at 7 and you did not make him and your driver wait. You were already at the lobby of your apartment five minutes early, so when you saw your Mercedes pull up, you immediately walked over to the car.

“Morning, Boss,” Jay said cheerfully, holding a cup of hot latte. “For you.”

You were still adjusting your seat so it took a while for you to receive the drink Jay was holding. “Thanks.”

You told your driver to drive slowly as you wanted to prepare thoroughly for the meeting. With his iPad, Jay went through every file that he prepared for you to run through, making sure there were no mistakes and everything was stated clearly.

When you arrived at the office, it was the usual ritual all around. People stopping to let you through, greeting the staff, and riding the elevator up to your floor with just Jay. You had 15 minutes left to prepare, and Jay was with you every second.

It was time for the meeting, and you made sure that everyone was present before you entered. You didn’t want to seem too eager or desperate. You listened to the other people presenting, all of which were men and much older than you. When it came to your turn, you stood up. However, one of the men made a remark that caused you to freeze.

“Oh, I thought the son was going to give the presentation, representing L/N Tech.”

What followed then was now a blur to you. You thought misogynistic comments were behind you. You thought nothing could get you, especially after all you’ve been through to finally get your father hand over the company to you. You thought you were bulletproof.

There was a long pause and you thought that it was over. You looked to the edge of the room, where the plentiful arrangement of snacks was located, and you saw Jay looking right into your eyes. He didn’t say anything, but somehow his eyes spoke. You cleared your throat and smiled, tugging at the edge of your blazer.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kim. My brother is quite preoccupied with his completely different field of work. I will tell him you said hi.”

After that, your presentation went smoothly. Everyone in the room, except for that one old man, was happy with the results of the meeting. It was another successful deal for you and your company.

Knowing that you would have been stressed out from the meeting, Jay had your schedule afterwards completely cleared out—he booked a spa session at your favorite place for you to get away for a couple of hours before coming back to the office. You decided to go for a simple manicure and pedicure session, the package being a complete treat from getting your nails cleaned and shaped to having your arms and legs scrubbed. You had a smile on your face as you walked out the salon.

Back in your office, however, as you scanned through the documents laid out on your large desk, you started to think about the meeting again. Your brain was at a relaxed state, and for some reason it made it easier for you to feel your anxiety. You heard a knock on the door and knowing that it was Jay, you didn’t say anything.

“Boss?” Jay walked in, his hands in his pockets. “I got a call and they said the suit you cleaned is ready to pick up. Do you want me to bring it here or to your place?”

You turned around, revealing the tears running down your face. You were trying not to sob, but it was hard since your lips were already trembling. It seemed that you had been crying for a while, and seeing this, Jay panicked and closed the door behind him.

“What happened?” He asked, carefully making his way towards you.

“The meeting,” you said in between sobs. “The meeting happened.”

“Well, yes,” Jay looked around and decided to go to the mini bar on the corner of your office. He took a glass and filled it with cold water before bringing it back to you. “But I thought it went well?”

You thought that Jay had known everything there is about you, but you realized that the one thing you kept to yourself was your family. Since the image of you being a strong woman is now tainted by your own tears, you decided to bare yourself to him.

“My brother,” you started, after taking a sip of water, “was supposed to run this company. Of course, after he came out, my father was furious. My brother decided to leave the country, leave our family, and he is now happily married to his husband. In some European country. I don’t know exactly where.”

You made your way to the window and glanced at the traffic below. The sun was setting and it was the perfect view to be sad.

“I’ve always wanted to work here. My brother didn’t. He taught everything there was for me to learn, and when the time finally came, he left.”

Jay kept his distance and stood there quietly, not taking his eyes off of you. He was careful not to cut you off in the middle of your ramble, but he wanted you to know that he was there.

“Can you believe that, if my brother was straight, I wouldn’t be here right now?”

Jay scoffed as he took a couple of steps towards you. “Hell no. You were meant to be here.”

“I’m just saying,” you sighed, playing with the glass in your hand. “What if.”

“What if?” Jay questioned, asking you to elaborate.

“What if my brother stayed? What if he wasn’t gay? Would my dad even consider leaving this to me? Or did he just do that because he didn’t have any other heir left?”

Jay shook his head. “You’re good at what you do and that’s what is important. Stop discounting your achievements. You shouldn’t do that.”

You set your glass near a shelf beside you. “It’s easy for you to say since you’re a man--”

Jay decided that he had had enough of your self-deprecation so he leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss. You froze, and Jay took the hint.

“I’m sorry,” he said, clearing his throat and touching his lips. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Do that again,” you said, your voice barely audible.

“What?”

“Kiss me again.”

He looked into your eyes, searching for confirmation. When you didn’t say anything, he lunged into you, placing a firm hand behind your neck and another set on your waist. You brought your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks as he fought his way around your mouth, kissing you feverishly. When he abruptly pulled away, you were stunned. Your face was flushed and your eyes followed his movements as he made your way to the door and locking it. You stood at the same place and waited for him to return, embracing you as you throw your arms over his shoulder, letting him pull you closer to his body as he kissed your lips again.

“Jay,” you said in between breaths. “Jay, wait.”

He ended the kiss with a smack on your lips, and you see his chin tainted with your lipstick, crimson red. He looked into your eyes, questioning.

“This does not seem appropriate,” you whispered, eyes already traveling down his lips.

“You asked me to kiss you,” he said, leaning in for a peck, and you moaned.

“Is this gonna end in a lawsuit?” you asked, your fingers now caressing his jawline.

He chuckled and you could feel the vibration through your body.

“What, you think I’m gonna sue you?”

“What if you end up hating me someday and report this as harassment?” Your eyes were now meeting his, showing a hint of worry and a dark gaze that might have been lust mixed with hope.

“Boss.”

“See if you call me that, it does feel weird.”

Jay chuckled and let you go. You took a deep breath to collect yourself, brushing your hair back.

“Alright, Y/N,” Jay cleared his throat. You blush at the sound of him calling your name. “We’ll sort this out maybe later, when you’re not drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” you protested.

“I could taste the alcohol in your mouth.”

“So you knew I’m drunk and you kissed me? Should I be suing you?” Now you’re confused. Your puzzled face just made Jay laugh even harder.

“Boss, you asked me to kiss you, and I did. I just overdid it, maybe. I’m sorry.”

You figured that he was right. Maybe you did need to think this clearly, later when your mind wasn’t clouded. Jay was already making his way across the room to leave.

“Don’t be.”

“What’s that?”

“I said don’t be sorry,” you spoke louder. “You made me feel better and I thank you for that.”

Jay’s faint smile turned into a wide grin. “See you Monday, Boss?”

You nodded. “Oh, wait. Jay!”

Jay was already holding the door handle when you rushed over to him, grabbing a tissue on your way. You carefully cleaned the crimson lipstick stains around his mouth as he tried not to laugh.

“Thanks, Boss,” he cheekily smiled and leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. Before you could even protest, he was gone, and you were left with your cheeks blushing and your heart beating even faster than before.

---

“You kissed your boss?!?!”

The sound of Jake’s unusually high voice made Heeseung and Sunghoon turn their heads. Jay thought it was fine to tell just his roommate, but it turned out that the whole house heard about it. Heeseung, who was busy with a game actually took the time to pause it. Sunghoon took his cup of ramen with him to the living room to join the gossip.

“Alright,” said Heeseung, fiddling with his headphones. “Tell the story again, from the top.”

Jake sat there on the sofa still with his mouth agape while Sunghoon joined beside him. Jay was standing, and Heeseung just freely sat on the floor, facing him.

“So you’ve liked her for a while?” Heeseung asked after Jay finished retelling the whole thing.

“I thought she was old,” Sunghoon said, eating the last bite of his snack.

“Isn’t she like ten years older or something?” Jake asked, now intrigued and no longer shocked.

“Yes, no, and no. She’s definitely older but not ten years, okay,” Jay groaned and put his palm over his face. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“What do you want to do?” Heeseung inquired. His tone making his question sound more like a riddle.

“You want to sleep with her, don’t you?” Sunghoon now has his focus fully on the conversation. Jake slapped him in the arm.

Jay shrugged, looking unsure. “I mean I never saw her that way. I’ve always admired her. You guys know how long I’ve worked under her.”

Jake started giggling and then Heeseung shot a death glare at him.

“Sorry,” Jake squeaked. “Work under her,” he mumbled again. This time Sunghoon was also giggling.

“Anyways,” Jay tried not to let his two friends get to him. “She’s a great boss, she takes care of her staff really well. They both respect and fear her, and I didn’t even think that was possible. Do you know that when she walks into the room she has the power to silence everyone without saying anything? When I first joined the company I really thought she’d be like Miranda Priestly, and she was, but like the kinder version.”

“Who’s Miranda Priestly?” asked Sunghoon.

“The character Meryl Streep played in The Devil Wears Prada,” Heeseung answered without missing a beat.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “And how do you know that?”

“It’s a great movie, okay, shut up,” Heeseung waved his hand, dismissing Jake. “Jay made me watch it while you two were on a road trip.”

“Can we get back to my thing please?” Jay almost shouted, frustrated at how the conversation was getting out of hand.

Heeseung shushed the other two boys and turned his attention to Jay. “What do you need, my man?”

“Ugh, I just don’t want to offend her in any way,” Jay sighed, looking up to the ceiling. “I don’t want to jeopardize my position as her assistant either.”

“When you kissed her, did she kiss you back?” asked Sunghoon.

“Yeah, was it sort of like a one-sided type of thing? Coz if it was I would quit if I were you, I can’t take that embarrassment,” Jake rambled and ended it with a puff to get his hair out of his vision.

Jay nodded. “I made a move just to make her stop talking, initially. But then she asked me to kiss her again.”

Jake’s eyes widened as he exchanged glances with Heeseung and Sunghoon.

“Tongue?” Heeseung asked. Sunghoon and Jake were looking at Jay excitedly.

“Tongue, teeth, you name it. It was a full-blown make out session, her red lipstick was all over my mouth. We only stopped because she felt it was inappropriate.”

Jake smiled really widely. “Mate,” he said, throwing a hand over Jay’s shoulder. “If she asks, reciprocates, and then hesitates, you’re pretty much in.”

Jay looked at Sunghoon and Heeseung, unsure if he should trust the words of his roommate. Sunghoon shrugged while Heeseung smiled, nodding.

“Ayyy! You’re finally getting some!” Jake squeezed Jay’s shoulder, pulling him in for a side hug before raising his hand for a high five, which Jay reluctantly accepts, an awkward smile forming on his mouth.

---

You were in a video call with your two best friends through a website that lets you watch YouTube videos together. The link that you posted on the web has sat there for two hours, long forgotten since you started telling your girls about Jay.

“Unnie, no way,” said Yoon, busy removing her makeup as she talked to the camera. “Isn’t he like, twelve?”

Isa cackled on the other side of the call. Being located in three different cities, monthly video calls were the only way your trio could keep each other updated with their lives.

“Stop it. Jay is twenty something,” you said, looking out the window, wondering why you forgot his exact birthday.

“Okay, but like, you kissed him back?” Isa asked, her face was now propped on her two hands, listening intently.

“At first, no,” you answered, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. “But then I asked him to do it again.”

Yoon gasped and Isa widened her eyes. “You dirty, dirty bitch,” Yoon said dramatically while Isa was gasping for air, laughing.

“I mean if you do like him, go for it,” Isa said, trying to be the wise one of the group. “But if you’re just looking to have fun, better do it with some other guy who is not your assistant.”

“Do you like him, Unnie?” Yoon asked, her eyes wide in anticipation.

You leaned back on your chair and stared blankly at your computer screen. Although you were trying to think hard for an answer, your two friends were already smiling at each other, seemingly more aware of your feelings than yourself.

---

A week has gone by in an instant. Surprisingly, both you and Jay cruised through the days professionally, keeping conversations at the office solely about work. You also didn’t have that many errands to do that involved him stopping by your place. That Friday night, you were home alone early and you happened to think about that one time Jay kept you company by making midnight snacks for you.

You stretched your arms to the side and suddenly feel a knot between your neck and right shoulder. You winced and tried to massage the pain away, but it was useless. Walking to your first aid kit, you tried looking for heat patches, remembering that you used to stock some. You didn’t have any and you were too lazy to go out. Of course the first thing you thought of was to get Jay to run an errand for you.

He replied to your text in seconds and said that he was on his way there five minutes later. You told him to just let himself in if he didn’t hear you answer. He was taking longer than usual, so you decided to take a hot shower while waiting for him, also thinking that the heat might help with the strain on your neck.

“Boss?” You heard a muffled voice coming out of the living room.

“In here!” You shouted. You left the bathroom door halfway open on purpose, to hear if he arrived. You were still in the middle of showering, though, and you were contemplating if you should grab a towel and get out, or invite him in.

Jay knocked on the bathroom door, causing it to sway open. He heard you in the shower, the curtains covering you completely. You popped your head out, peeking through, water dripping down your hair and face.

“Can you just set the heat patches by the sink?” You asked, blinking and squinting your eyes.

He did as you told him to and then turned to look at you, already disappearing behind the shower curtain.

“What do you need it for?” He asked, raising his voice to beat the sound of water.

“I sprained my neck from stretching too hard,” you answered. “At least I think that’s what happened.”

“Oh, I can help you with that,” Jay said with confidence. “I learned how to give a massage. Like professionally.”

You chuckled. “Okay, Master Masseur. Wait outside.”

“No, I think the hot water will help,” Jay said and you immediately stopped washing the suds off of your body.

“What?” you asked, questioning if you heard him right.

He reached out a hand and grabbed the edge of the shower curtain.

“May I?” he asked. You knew he couldn’t see you nod so you pulled the curtain to the side, revealing yourself in front of him.

You faced him, one arm covering your chest. He kept his eyes on you, and his gaze was something that felt comforting.

“Turn around,” he said, and you did. He was standing outside the bathtub, careful not to get any water on him, and you were in the bathtub and under the shower, with the curtains completely pulled to the side. Nothing was covering you now, and in an instant you felt insecure as you turned around facing the wall.

Jay was fighting himself not to look down at your ass, so he fixed his gaze on your neck and gently put both hands on you. “Which part hurts?”

“Just down here to the right,” you made an effort to point at the spot with your left hand. “Here.”

Jay pressed a thumb right down your neck and you almost winced. “A little to the right.”

He moved his thumb and placed his left hand on your neck. “Here?”

Maybe it was the way he pressed his fingers into your shoulder, maybe it was the heat, or maybe because you were just horny, you let out an audible moan. Jay’s breath almost hitched and as he tried to stay calm, he continued massaging your shoulder.

“It’ll hurt a bit but try to hold it in, okay?”

You nodded and Jay pressed harder. You thought your pain tolerance was high, but then again you were never in a position where you were horny and in pain at the same time. Jay continued to massage you until he could feel the knot disappearing, but as you became more and more relaxed, Jay became more and more restless. The moans you let out weren’t helping.

“Better?” he asked as you decided to turn around.

You shook your head. Jay widened his eyes wondering where he went wrong. You simply took his hand in yours and guided it downwards where you were aching with need. When you made him touch your dripping cunt, you moaned and he gasped at the same time.

“Join me?” you purred, your eyelids half-shut, drunk from the feeling of his touch against your skin.

He pulled his hand away in an instant to tug his t-shirt off. In a rush, he took of his belt and pulled his jeans and boxer down in one go. You almost chuckle at his eagerness, and as he stepped in the tub to join you, you welcomed him with an embrace. You kissed him first, initiating to do a dance of tongues. He pulled you in closer to him by your waist, and you could feel him harden between you.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispered in your ear, his hands busy roaming all over your body. He was now drenched under the shower like you, and his wet hair made him look godly, you thought.

You pressed yourself to him, tightening the embrace as you nodded. He then carefully made you turn around and face the wall, his one arm placed securely around your neck. Your hand traveled down to your clit as you waited for him to adjust his position. He lined up his cock at your entrance, the tip already red and dripping with precum. He slid in the tip and you moaned from the contact, throwing your head back and leaning on his shoulder. He kept you steady as he pushed in as gentle as possible before finally bottoming out. You were already standing for so long, so your legs were about to give out.

“You okay?” he whispered again, this time kissing your cheek. You whimpered a weak ‘yes’ and you were instantly rewarded with pleasure. The way he thrusted in and out of you was blissful and heavenly, and you never remembered sex being so good. You placed both of your hands on the wall, trying to feel more friction by pushing your ass against his hips, following the rhythm of his thrusts.

Jay’s hand was now on your hip, guiding you while his cock slides in and out of you with ease. His other hand reached out to grab your breasts, massaging them and giving them equal attention. The sensation was too much for you to handle, and you reached to grab his hand on your chest.

“Jay,” you panted, “I’m c-close…”

He gave your boob a squeeze before continuing with the rhythm, not going too fast or too slow. He felt your walls clenching around him and you came moaning his name, chanting it like it was your favorite spell. Not long after, he pulled out and spilled his seed all over your ass, watching as it drops down and gets washed away by the water.

Your legs were trembling and you almost fell down if it weren’t for his arms holding you up. He helped you out of the shower and covered you with a towel, sitting you down on the toilet while he covers himself with a spare towel he found nearby.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jay asked, worried as he saw your cheeks flushed and your skin an unusual red shade. He was kneeling down in front of you, his hand caressing your cheek. You reassured him that it was just the heat from the shower, and only then he seemed to relax.

Jay took the time to care for you. He helped you dry your hair in front of your vanity, still with a towel wrapped around his waist while you were already in your pajamas. He insisted on you letting him take care of your hair so your hands were free to do your skincare. You talked about absolutely everything else aside from work, and you felt warm knowing that the two of you shared a couple of similar interests.

Suddenly you felt a wash of fatigue and claimed that you’re heading to bed, and you asked Jay to sleep next to you.

“I didn’t really come here bringing pajamas,” he said, looking down his waist.

You uncovered the blankets and signaled him to jump in. “Wear the towel, take it off, use my joggers, I don’t care.”

Jay chuckled and accepted your invitation, crawling in the bed, covering himself with the blanket and then from underneath, taking off the towel and chucking it on the ottoman near your vanity.

“Well, this seems unfair,” Jay whispered as he made himself comfortable in your bed.

You looked over at him and found him staring at you, and you just let out a soft laugh, covering your eyes with your hand. You decided to undress until you’re left with just your panties, and when you were done making a fuss under the covers, Jay pulled you in, making you face him as he gently runs his hand down your waist, stroking you.

“What do we do about this?” you asked in a whisper, careful not to disturb the serenity of the night.

“About what?” Jay already had his eyes closed, although his hands were busy caressing you.

“This relationship,” you said as you reached to touch his face. “Is it okay? For us to be like this?”

“Of course it is,” Jay answered with a hundred per cent certainty. “What’s making you doubtful?”

“Well,” your voice was still as soft as possible. “As my personal assistant, fucking me isn’t really part of your job description.”

Jay snorted and chuckled lightly. “Need I remind you that everything I do, I do with your consent? Y/N, you literally invited me to shower with you. What was I supposed to do? Say no? I can’t say no to my boss.”

You playfully slapped Jay on the cheek and he let out a soft “ow.”

“Did I make you feel good today?” He asked. You were still blushing from the way he called you by your name, and now you had to answer this question.

“You made me feel amazing, Jay.”

Jay nodded, feeling cocky. “Good. So don’t you worry about anything else. I’m still your PA. I’m still gonna work for you. Nothing is going to be awkward.”

When he didn’t hear you respond, he opened his eyes.

“Y/N?”

You smiled, looking into his eyes. “I like it when you say my name.”

Jay was now grinning and closing his eyes. “Yeah? Should I stop calling you boss?”

“Only in bed,” you say, playing with the hair behind his ears. “Only when you’re in me, and when you’re about to cum.”

“Fuck,” Jay muttered, propping himself up with his arm and hovering over you, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled under his touch and let him devour you in the gentlest way possible.

“What happens if I get hard again?” he asked, breathless as his lips finally left your skin after leaving marks down your neck and shoulders.

“We fuck again,” you said, palming his cock and letting him rest his weight on top of you, his lips meeting yours.

---

Jay was a man of his words. When he said nothing was going to be awkward, he really meant it. The following weeks went on like the usual, him taking care of your every needs as your personal assistant at work. At home, he would help you distress by cooking your favorite meal, watching your favorite show with you, or fucking you senseless.

There were times when work could get heavy, and tonight was one of those days. You were on a deadline, and you had to go through documents and do a recap before attending an important meeting. Your eyes were getting tired from staring at your computer screen for so long. Just as you picked up the landline to call the front desk, Jay came in while knocking on your door.

“Boss,” he said, a lollipop in his mouth. “Recap?”

You pointed at the documents laid out on your coffee table and he made his way to it. He stood in front of the table, glancing over the documents for a while before he noticed you taking off your glasses and massaging the bridge of your nose.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded and opened your eyes, putting your glasses back on. “I would ask someone else to do this but only I have the access to the files on my computer.”

“Wanna switch?” he asked, pointing to the documents right in front of him. You cursed yourself for not thinking of that, and you immediately stood up from your seat, walking over to the table. Jay walked to your desk, raising a hand to give you a high five while he walked past you, and you gave it to him with a chuckle.

The two of you then started getting busy. Your hair was up in a messy bun, your glasses perched firmly on your nose as you went through each document with a red pen in your hand. In a couple of hours, you were almost done, so you looked over to your desk.

Jay’s blazer was haphazardly thrown on the edge of your desk, mixed up with other stationery and décor. His lollipop was long gone, and he had his shirt unbuttoned to his chest, both of his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. You didn’t notice when he took off his blazer and got comfortable, you must have been way too preoccupied to notice any movement. He looked so focused staring at your computer screen, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips almost pursing.

“Is there a reason why you’re just staring at me right now?” He asked after glancing over at you.

You just stood there, arms crossed, admiring the view. Eventually, Jay got uncomfortable by the silent stare, so he looked at you again.

“Boss?”

“Sorry, you just look so fuckable right now,” you muttered, sighing as you finished the sentence.

Jay’s eyes widened in surprise for a second before he laughed wholeheartedly. His hand was in a fist, covering his mouth, careful not to cackle too hard for the whole office to hear.

“What? That wasn’t a joke,” you pouted, turning your attention back to the pile of documents on the table.

“Appreciate the compliment, Boss, but if you want to get this done quick you’re gonna have to let me focus,” Jay pulled his sleeves higher and started typing again.

You placed the red pen above your mouth, pursing your lips to balance it. “Ah!” you exclaimed, letting the pen fall to the table. “I know how to make you work faster.”

“Hmm?” Jay turned his head to face you before his eyes followed. “How?”

“I’ll suck you off and you don’t get to cum until you finish reviewing the documents.”

You said that with so much confidence that Jay almost choked on air. He looked at you with an expression of disbelief and wonder, and you just looked back at him expecting an answer.

“Boss,” he said, his voice already shaky. “That seems risky.”

You picked up the pen and closed it before walking over to your desk. “No one comes into my office except you.”

“Well, true,” Jay clicked a couple of things on the computer before turning to face you. “But are you sure?”

You pulled the silk hair tie from your head and let your hair fall down. Jay gulped at the sight of you tying your hair back up in a tighter ponytail.

“If it gets too hard to focus,” you pulled on your ponytail gently. “Tug on this.”

The breath that left Jay’s mouth was shaky, and you took notice of it. Smiling, you finally arrived at his side.

“Ready?” you asked politely with a smile.

Jay pushed the chair back for you to crawl under. You were lucky your desk was huge, and there was ample room underneath for even two adults to play hide and seek there, if they wanted to. It was also covered so nobody from in front of the desk could see what’s going on under. It was one of the reasons why you took off your stilettos and just worked barefoot, which Jay later on noticed.

“Wait,” Jay suddenly tensed up when he felt both your hands on his thighs. “Cameras?”

You shook your head. “I control them. I’ve turned them off a couple of days ago because the footage was taking up too much space and it’s enough having cameras outside my office.”

Jay licked his lips. His eyes met yours and you gave him a comforting smile.

“Can we start?” you asked him in the exact same tone you give whenever you were in meetings. He was never going to hear those words the same way again. Looking up through your lashes, you waited for him to give you the signal.

He nodded once and started typing, and you slowly but surely started unbuckling his belt. When your fingers grazed his crotch, you can hear the typing stop and you smiled to yourself. Jay didn’t even help you pull his pants down, so focused on getting the work done so he can focus when you start sucking him off.

You manage to free his cock and started running your fingers down its shaft. You hear Jay hiss as he squinted his eyes, looking at the computer screen.

“Oh, look, you’re already hard,” you mumbled. Jay took a quick glance at you. “This wouldn’t take long.”

After playing with the tip and noticing that Jay was composed, you tugged on his cock gently, making the tip meet your lips. Jay groaned and took a second to breathe before he continued typing. You started kissing his tip, gentle butterfly kisses as you continued massaging his shaft with both your hands. You then ran your tongue from the bottom of his shaft up to the tip, and you can basically feel Jay shudder from the action.

He was good at keeping his cool, he always was. You didn’t mind the sound of the typing he continued to make, knowing that that was indeed the goal. But when you finally put his cock in your mouth, that’s when he started to lose it. From clicking on the mouse too hard to reaching and grabbing used paper and crumpling it up, you were proud to see the effect you had on him. You started making slurping noises as you continued to suck him off, eliciting low groans and soft moans from his pretty lips.

There was one loud knock on the door and you immediately stopped everything. Taking Jay’s cock out of your mouth, you stayed put as you heard the door open.

“Ah, Mr. Lee,” Jay said, brushing his hair back and trying not to look too fucked out. “Can I help you?”

“Sorry, I just wanted to ask if Miss L/N is leaving soon? If not I just have a short errand to run, and I can come back,” Mr. Lee stood by the door, ready to walk out but his eyes were scanning the room.

“Right,” Jay glanced down and saw you staring at him, anticipating what kind of excuse he could come up with. Jay then looked at the bathroom door on the other side of the room. “She’s in the bathroom right now, and I’m helping her get some work done. When she’s out I’ll let you know. No need to come up all the way here,” Jay said with a smile, reassuringly.

You were proud of how composed he was so you decided to give him a challenge. Smirking, you squeezed his balls and Jay immediately whimpered, letting out a weird noise that made it sound like he was in pain.

“Park?” Mr. Lee, who was already halfway out the door moved back inside to check on Jay. All the other staff in the office called Jay by his last name, and hearing Mr. Lee call him, he laughed it off and waved his hand.

“It’s fine, I just got cramps from sitting too long,” Jay pretended to wince in pain. You were holding in laughter.

“Oh, I get that all the time. Lucky you’re not a driver,” Mr. Lee responded, waving goodbye as he closed the door shut behind him.

After making sure Mr. Lee was out, Jay glanced at you and hissed.

“That wasn’t funny!” His face was still colored in panic. “You almost risked it all.”

“You did well,” you said with a smile. “Maybe work on the fake pain expression next time?”

“Shut up, you’re not the boss of me,” Jay blurted out. He then realized his words. “Wait, technically you are.”

“Indeed I am,” you said before putting Jay’s cock back in your mouth. He took a deep breath and started typing way faster than before, and you tried your best to keep up with his speed. You were sucking his tip, running your fingers down his shaft and playing with his balls with your other free hand. Jay was sweating at this point from trying to hold everything in.

“I’m almost done,” he said under his breath.

“You want to cum?” you asked after letting go of his cock, a pop sound following.

“I mean the work,” he looked at you. “It’s almost finished.”

“Alright,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I can finish you off--”

“Hold that thought.”

Jay pushed the chair backwards and, covering his cock, staggered all the way to your door, locking it shut. You crawled out of your desk and looked at him, confused. He walked back to your chair, holding his pants up until he arrived, pushed his pants all the way down to his ankles and sat down there with all his glory.

Your brain wasn’t fast enough to comprehend what was going on so Jay just told you what to do.

“Finish the work,” he said. “And then maybe I’ll let you cum.”

“That wasn’t the deal,” you scoffed, crossing your arms.

Jay glanced down to the pants you were wearing and moved forward with the chair, reaching out to undress you.

“Jay!”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. We can get the work done and we can both cum.”

Normally you weren’t that easy to convince, but Jay just sitting on your boss chair with his dick out didn’t really help you strengthen your reason to refuse. You clicked your tongue as you hastily unbutton your shirt and then your pants, searching the different drawers in your desk. Jay kept himself occupied by stroking his dick, waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing.

“Found it,” you said, pulling out a condom from one of the drawers. “Wait, is this expired?” You squinted your eyes at the packaging and Jay almost burst out laughing.

“Uhm, excuse me, hard dick waiting here??” He snapped his fingers to get your attention. You smirked and quickly unwrapped the condom and kneeled to put it on him.

In an instant, Jay helped you pull your pants down and made you face the front, your ass facing him. He made you lean forward until you can reach the keyboard, making sure that you were able to type and click even while you were bent over. He pulled your panties to the side before rubbing his finger on your clit.

He then ducked and leaned into your cunt, licking a stripe along your bottom lips. You flinched and bit your lip, not letting yourself moan so he wouldn’t get too cocky. By this point he knew you inside out, he knew you were already wet the moment you landed your tongue on his dick, but the kitten lick he just did was just precaution. And maybe, to tease.

He then stood up to align himself properly behind you. Your eyebrows furrow as you looked at the document in front of you, adding notes to it and highlighting certain parts. When he pushed inside of you, you whimpered, your hand frozen on top of the keyboard.

“Keep typing,” Jay said as he started pumping his cock in and out of you. “You’re almost done.”

He was right. You were this close to being done, but it was getting really hard to type while getting rammed from behind. You bit your lip as you took each thrust, trying not to lose focus. You finally finished and clicked save on the document.

Seeing this, Jay grabbed you by the hip and sat down on your chair, his cock not leaving your walls, bringing you to sit on top of him. He took your shirt off of you and immediately brought both his hands to your breasts.

“Bounce,” he said, right in your ear. You didn’t really have a choice.

You started bouncing on his cock as he continued massaging your breasts, all while leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck and to your shoulders. The pleasure you felt was unlike any other session you’ve had with him before, and you didn’t know if it was because you were fucking right in your office or because this felt like a reward for a hard day’s work.

He pulled you closer, making your back press against his chest as he nipped your earlobe. You moaned and threw your head back, hearing him chuckle in your ear.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Jay breathed. “That’s it. Ride me.”

“Jay,” you moaned. “J-Jay… Oh, God.”

You couldn’t find the words to say when you felt your high wash over you without a warning. You winced when Jay didn’t stop thrusting in you even when you already stopped moving.

“Jay, please,” you whimpered, tears forming in your eyes from overstimulation.

He caressed your face and kissed your cheek. “Just a little bit more, Y/N.”

With three more strokes, Jay finally came. You leaned forward to your desk, your arms propping you up as Jay carefully slipped out of you and disposed the used condom. He slid your panties back to place, squeezing your ass and kissing it playfully. You chuckled and elbowed him in the chest.

Once you’ve gathered your thoughts and dressed up, with the help of Jay, of course, you stood there staring at him quizzically.

“Did I really just take orders from you?” you asked.

Jay grinned. “It’s a nice change, isn’t it?”

You shrugged, acting nonchalant. You turned your heel, about to walk back to the coffee table to tidy up all the documents you proofread, but Jay got ahold of your wrist, twirled you around and caught you in his embrace.

He leaned in and captured your lips in a deep kiss, not letting you go until you tapped on his chest. “What now?” you asked when he pulled away.

“As much as I love what just happened,” he said, touching his nose to yours. “I miss kissing your lips when we’re fucking.”

You chuckled and brushed his hair back, noticing that he had beads of sweat on his forehead. “You’re so sappy, you know that?”

He kissed you again. “I can’t help it. I’ve got a sexy boss.”

Jay sent you off with a smack on your ass and you made a mental note to return it sometime later. He went to double check the work on your computer before shutting it down. He grabbed his blazer that somehow ended up on the floor, probably tossed aside when you were frantically searching for a condom.

You managed to gather all the documents and store them neatly on the shelf behind the desk, ready to be taken before the meeting. You stepped back and sighed, staring at the shelf for a while.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jay sneaked up behind you, following the way you were looking at the shelf.

“Imagine how much work we can get done faster if we keep doing this.”

Jay licked his lips and moved to stand in front of you, leaning on the shelf. “It doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Do you want to make this a thing?”

You nodded, smiling. You never felt so sure about anything before. You liked having Jay around, and whether or not you were both going to take the relationship further, you decided to just bask in the glory of the present. Jay seemed like he shared the same idea.

“Although I do need to get a new box of condoms,” you said, looking at the drawer you opened before. “I don’t know how old that sad condom was.”

Jay laughed as he stood up and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in for a hug.

“Let me run that errand for you,” he said as he looked into your eyes. “Boss.”

You smiled and leaned in to rest your head on his shoulder. You inhaled his scent, freezing the moment in your memory, thanking your past self for putting up with this clumsy turned dreamy personal assistant of yours.

-END-

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Matching the DRDT Characters with their Roman Numeral Quote (LGI MV)

So, I immediately fell in love with newest Literature Girl Insane MV, and I have to drop everything I’m doing just so I can talk about it. Although there is so much to discuss I don’t even know where to begin, one thing which immediately caught my eye was the crosswords which flashes on the screen for a moment.

As many have figured out, it’s made up of the names of everyone in the cast, plus Mai Akasaki, minus David. As the footnote on “Now” says, it’s better to use full names instead of nicknames (such as Julia instead of J) and to exclude the protagonist of the MV.

Here’s the solution by raspbeyes, who I believe may have been the first person to upload it to Tumblr.

However, what’s really interesting is that, by the nature of a crosswords, it connects all characters with a Roman numeral. And these Roman numerals show up throughout the video, attached to different sentences. That way, you can connect the characters to these sentences. And so, you get some pretty interesting stuff. With that in mind, I went through and collected all the Roman numerals (it’s not very difficult, apart from one exception), and I wanted to share my thoughts on them.

Now, the numbers don’t actually show up chronologically for the most part, and the only real logic they seem to follow is “they show up after the crossword flashed on screen”. I’ve decided to list them in the order of the actual number instead of the chronological order, as I don’t find the latter to be very important (apart from one case).

That said, I will actually start by number two, since number one is a bit of a special case. You’ll see. For now:

II - Rose ~ Ego cogito ergo (turbatus) sum

We have some latin to kick things off! “Ego cogito ergo sum” is the ever famous “I think therefore I am” philosophy, but in latin! This phrase (from what I understand) claims that the only thing we can be truly and absolutely sure exists, is our own reasoning and consciousness. This fits Rose decently well, as she’s established her photographic memory causes her trouble separating what’s real, what’s a memory, what’s a dream, etc. Even more so, it sorta fits with the song “Cartoons” from the now vanished character playlist, which some theories placed as Rose’s.

However, there is also the addition of “turbatus” to the saying. Turbatus, from a quick Google search, means something like “disturbed”. Thus, the full meaning is something like “I think, therefore I am disturbed”. This fits Rose even better, considering her scene with Teruko and Nico in the dress-up room. Don’t think I have to go too far in explaining this one.

III - Charles ~ If you doubt brittle things are broken

So, is this about his dead brother he doesn’t remember? As in, “if you doubt your memories, as they’re brittle, they’ll break? Or is this talking about the relationships between the cast? “Distrust will lead to our collapse”, sorta fits the talk he had with Teruko early in chapter 2.

However, I actually lean more towards the brother thing, because of the blue, long quote which is flipped upside down on top of the image.

“And now here’s my secret, a very simple secret. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye”

So, here’s where the Roman numerals become sorta weird. Does this count as part of Charles’ quote or not? I assume it’s at least related, especially seeing some of the other stuff we’ll see in the background.

Now, to the actual quote. I recognize it as a quote from the fox in “The Little Prince”, a book which if you have not read, you should honestly read. It’s a surprisingly sweet book to attach to Charles, but I can honestly see him blushing while talking about it, so it fits.

The quote itself is simple to understand; the material things in the world are not as important as our feelings, relationships, hopes, dreams, all that which can only be seen with the heart. This could be talking about the group’s relationships like I mentioned, but I lean more on thinking it’s referring to the memories of our loved ones, aka, Charles’ memories of his brother. Yes, the fact the quote starts by talking about secrets influences this interpretation.

IV - Arei ~ Right now, why do you cry?

Not much to talk about here. Arei’s the victim of this chapter, that’s why she cries. You can read into it a bit more and claim it has to do with Arei’s bullying of other people (“why are you crying, you wimp?” is something which could conceivably come out of her mouth), or more optimistically, it’s talking about how Arei used to only cry crocodile tears, but as she’s grown more empathetic, she now cries for her friends. Or some sappy shit like that.

Yeah, it’s still probably just about being the CH 2 victim.

V - Ace ~ Right now, why do you go insane? [flipped]

I’m not gonna lie, I kinda laughed a bit when I checked which character this one belonged to. Yeah, it’s pretty fitting, Ace is always going off for the most inane stuff.

More interesting is perhaps the background quote, “a cat has 9 additional lives”. Considering we’re talking about one of two people who’ve survived murder attempts so far, it makes sense, though I wonder if it’s going to come into play again later.

… Also, this just confirms in my mind the song from the playlist which belonged to Ace was “Yesman”. Undead, undead! and all that. I swear I’ll make a post about it eventually, I’m just more focused on this at the moment.

VI - Arturo ~ mind exercise 1 2 3 4

… Uh, well, as a surgeon, he do be exercising that mind though? Or something like that. Yeah, frankly I got nothing. This is just another moment where we Arturo enjoyers gotta take the L.

(Yes, I did just come out as an Arturo enjoyer-)

VII - J ~ Do it like that, let’s live together!

Another one I have no answer for. Like, what do you want me to say, this implies J’s the mastermind? Because it sort of does, seeing as she’s telling everyone to live together. But I really don’t see anything too interesting in the main quote.

However, the background quote may be more noteworthy. Anything in brackets is covered by something else but can be guessed with context.

“The Moral La[w] causes the people to be in com[plete accord] with their ruler, so that they wi[ll f]ollo[w] [him] regard[less of] their lives, undis[mayed] by any danger”

Had to look this one up. J’s quote is from Sun Tzu’s “Art of War” of all goddamn things. The Moral Law the quote is talking about is, from basic research in Google, some sort of unity of purpose; the idea that if the followers and the rules have the same interests, their side will have an advantage in war.

… What?

Yeah, this one’s a bit odd too. For now, my best answer is that it may have to do more with Mariabella than J herself. If you see Mariabella as a sort of leader, and her fans as the followers, it could be talking about how the combined pressure of Mariabella and the media overwhelm J, the “other side” of the “war”.

But if you’re really into the mastermind J idea, you can read it as “she’s the leader of the killing game, with the followers being the people at home that have the same purpose of wanting to see despair and keep the show running by watching”. But I really doubt we’d be getting this sort of mastermind allusions in an MV from chapter 2 of all things.

If anyone has better ideas on this quote or any other, I’d love to hear them.

VIII - Nico ~ even if i try to think, idk!

Another one I can’t talk too much about. My best guess as to what this means is “Nico tries to think about social cues, but doesn’t get it”. Relatable, but also nothing new. Maybe I’m missing something big, but it’s what I got for now.

IX - Levi ~ look, aside from the usual, give me that medicine

Disclaimer, the words don’t actually appear in that order in the MV, but this phrase makes a lot more sense than “look aside from that the usual medicine give me”.

I really don’t know what this means. I mean, I can guess Levi might take some medicine? Whit did say some people took prescriptions apparently. But I really don’t quite understand why this is the first time we’ve had his character associated with medicine.

EDIT: The last few paragraphs about Levi are dead wrong, I’m just leaving by them up so you can laugh at how stupid I was. Here’s a correction with a better analysis.

The background quote doesn’t make it much better. It’s just talking about the orbit of a thing, something something representative trajectory… something something Jupiter… something something 1930…

Oh shit, it’s about the discovery of Pluto! That’s what Google seems to think when I put those keywords in, anyways. Well, as fun an astronomy tale as that one is, I actually have no idea what it means for Levi’s character. I guess it’s something we’ll see in the future.

… Or maybe, crazy idea. You know how Pluto was first thought to be a “planet” but then got reclassified as”dwarf planet”? Maybe this means my theory is right: Levi will get “discovered” as the blackened of the second trial, but then “reclassified” as an accomplice when they find out Eden is actually-

Alright, I’ll stop. I’m joking, obviously… (unless?)

X - Min ~ Democratic-ly

Wait, hold on a second, you may say. That is an X, but it doesn’t really look like the rest of roman numerals font-wise. There are plenty of times X’s appear in the video aside from here, such as… well, the blank death portrait that’s always in the background.

And yes. To my joy, Min got given a bit of special treatment, since the roman numeral for ten, being an X and all, can be seen all throughout the video. However, there is one reason I believe this is absolutely Min’s X.

You see that tiny little 10 next to the X? That’s a footnote. And footnote number 10 is “The Roman numeral for 10 is X”. Of course, the reason we’re reminded of it here is because that X isn’t just a bunch of blood, it’s a Roman numeral.

Of course, Min gets the biggest numeral because she is just that much of a girlboss.

Anyways, numeral oddity aside, it’s pretty obvious why this is Min’s. The background text is just the description of the rules of a class trial, a trial where the outcome is decided democratically, and the reason Min died. This scene is directly followed by more references to class trials, which although they have some interesting implications for the MV as a whole, only help to solidify Min’s connection to her line.

As for other footnotes, footnote seventeen on the word “democratic-ly” is just an objective fact (“Not a real word. Can’t be found on any dictionary”), though the fact “democratically” is spelt wrong could be a reference to Min’s execution, where she was forced to get a lot of things wrong before dying.

Final note is footnote 12, on the class trial definition, which talks about majority rule and how, because it’s the fairest way to make decisions in a group, “murderers never complained when we voted for them to die”. There are implications here about the fact Teruko also received votes in the first trial, but for Min, there isn’t anything new here.

And yes, Min got three footnotes. As she should.

XI - Mai ~ God is dead

Honestly, I guessed who got this line before even checking the crossword. It just fits what we know of Mai too much. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s enough to know she would get a line as dramatic as this. If you want a proper interpretation, Mai is sometimes treated like a god by the others considering the secret quotes, but now she’s dead or gone or something.

Of course, that’s the literal meaning of that phrase. When you look at it through the lens of Nietzsche (and Wikipedia to make sure I didn’t fuck up anything), the phrase “God is dead” refers to the idea that as christianity became increasingly non-universal, the ethical and sociocultural elements of society which had been built on it would be questioned and revised. So, “growing lack of faith causes shifts in the status quo”, or something like that. It’s something which, again, may fit Mai from what we know of her backstory. Someone everyone had unquestioned faith on, who did something which had consequences, so maybe that caused a breakdown of that original faith, or something? Anything involving this character is always extremely speculative, but I frankly think the more literal interpretation works better in this context.

In any case, this phrase is about as cryptic and dramatic as everything involving Mai, so it fits.

XII - Eden ~ ???: But you’re in my way, aren’t you?

… Alright, Eden, I know I believe you to be the CH 2 killer and all that, but you gotta at least try to defend yourself against the allegations! The hell is this?

In case anyone was wondering, I think she’s the killer who wants to get out to meet back up with the girl she kissed (who I’m starting to get convinced is Mai but I’m not ready for that conversation), so this line reads like something she’d say to Arei in that theory. However, it’d be kind of a weird thing to put in the MV before the chapter ends, and besides, there’s an interpretation I like more.

You see how there’s a triple question question mark there? There’s a chance someone is saying this to Eden. I’ll actually get back to this later, because I have to talk about XVI before I cover my theory on this. Apologies.

CW for XIII: Suicide

XIII - Teruko ~ or

… He. Alright, out of context, this is kinda funny. But if you let the MV play, it’s “… or not to be?”, from “To be or not to be?” Shakespeare and all that. That said, the video does, in fact, only keep the number on screen while it says “or”, so I choose to notate Teruko’s quote as just that. Also, as raspbeyes noted in their original post, the number thirteen is considered unlucky, so Teruko.

With that, I have to talk about how insanely dark it is to cut that phrase off at the “…or not to be” section. For anyone who hasn’t read this speech from Hamlet (which I hadn’t either, btw, had to look it up), the phrase “to be or not to be” is actually about suicidal ideation, with the word ‘be’ serving as a synonym for ‘live’. Therefore, cutting the phrase off at just this section leaves behind only suicide as the option.

It had already been implied Teruko has attempted suicide before (see: her telling Arei that failed hangings hurt a lot), and that her luck is the only thing keeping her alive. This just seems to imply it’s a much more present issue than we believed.

Then there’s the background text. From my research, the one on the left is a quote from “Murder on the Orient Express” and the one across the bottom is from “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”.

“Murder on the Orient Express” is easy to tie in, as it’s literally a murder mystery novel. Uh, spoilers for the novel, I guess, but it ends with the main detective, Poirot, concluding that the murderer was either no one in the train or everyone there. That sort of ties into Teruko’s hidden quote of “It is an equal failing to trust everybody, and to trust no one at all”, I guess? For the line itself, it seems to be about a character hatefully looking at the detective. You can take Poirot to be Teruko because she’s decent at class trials (as opposed to everyone else being horrible at them), and the person looking at her to be… any blackened, or anyone, or David, take a pick.

“The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” is a bit weirder. It’s a short story about Omelas, an utopia which is the perfect life for everyone there, except for a young child who is forced to live in mysery for the sake of the others. The quote in the video expresses this pretty succinctly. I guess it’s talking about class trials? How the happiness of everyone hinges on one person being very unhappy? Teruko’s the protag, so it makes sense she gets a line like this. There could be other interpretations, but I think that’s the most straightforward one.

XIV - Veronika ~ Things like substance of the arts

I mean, it fits. Veronika’s talent is artistic in nature. It seems a bit… non-dramatic for Veronika? But I guess there’s nothing wrong here.

… Well, there may be, but I’ll get there in a moment.

XV - Whit ~ Remaining ignorant, isn’t that “happiness”?

(Trust me, that’s the order the words show up on screen)

This one’s also easy. Whit’s secret is “Your mother is dead. You omit this truth”. This, combined with his behavior in the killing game, characterizes Whit as someone who prefers to ignore tragedy rather than process it, remaining “ignorant” in a way. The footnote attached, 15, just talks about the phrase “ignorance is bliss”, which is pretty much what the quote is.

…

The problem is the background text.

Thinking Time: “Subtract 4 due to tetraphobia”

That’s the phrase in the background, which appears as both Veronika’s and Whit’s lines are there. This is noteworthy because this is the only time in the MV that two different Roman numerals appear on screen at the same time. The phrase is also attached to footnote 4, which defines tetraphobia:

“The practice of avoiding the number four; it is most common in Eastern Asia. This superstition arises from the fact that the number 4 can be read similar to the word ‘death’ in several languages”

This connection is further implied because the character with the Roman numeral IV is Arei, who died this chapter. There is special attention brought over and over again to the number four, and this phrase asks us to “subtract” it.

And of course, this phrase chooses to appear when two “characters” are on screen, to make sure we can’t figure it out definitively.

Let’s start with Veronika: If you substract four from fourteen you get ten (astounding maths, I know). That connects her to Min and “democratic-ly”… which is the part of the MV most related to class trials and the killing game. Because if there’s a way to look like the mastermind, you bet Veronika’s hopping right on that train!

Other than being “Veronika playing mastermind footsies” for the fiftieth time, and the fact she sorta enjoys class trials, I don’t see any other connection between her and Min’s section, so.

I should address, too, you can remove 4 from 14 in a more literal way, and end up with 1 (doing it with Roman numerals just gets you ten again). This would connect her to Xander, whose line I’ve yet to cover, but trust me on this, I don’t think it connects to Veronika.

However, that’s for the line itself. Veronika might actually have a connection to Xander himself, because of their lines about Mai. Xander’s is “she couldn’t stand to do nothing” and Veronika’s is “a girl who didn’t foresee the consequences”. These are the only lines which allude to whatever big thing Mai may have done. If Xander and Veronika have a connection, it is likely through Mai.

And then there’s Whit, who is also on-screen at the time. Or, well, his Roman numeral is.

Alright, Whit. Veronika’s being super suspicious, so the tetraphobia line has a good chance of being about her. All you gotta do is be normal about this “subtract four” thing, alright? Good.

When you subtract 4 from Whit’s 15, you get 11, which is Mai’s “God is dead”-

For fuck’s sake.

He really just can’t dodge these mastermind allegations, can he? Anyways, if this is about him, he killed Mai, or something, and thus is likely the mastermind.

I’m joking- well, kinda. There are other interpretations, like maybe he… was the first to lose faith in her, in the Nietzsche interpretation of Mai’s line? I don’t know, but the murder is the more straightforward answer for this, if you ask me.

The problem, of course, is that there’s no way to tell which character the “subtract four” thing applies to. Well, the use of the word “tetraphobia” feels more Veronika leaning, what with phobias being related with horror and psychology, but to counterbalance, the line only appears when Whit’s numeral shows up, so it’s even again.

Anyways, back to the last numeral in sequence.

XVI: Hu ~ ???: Go and cry

Alright, you don’t have to be so mean-

In all seriousness, I believe this relates to Hu’s reaction to David’s reveal. And possibly her secret if it’s the one Veronika has.

However, what’s interesting about this line is that it seems to be a direct quote from a character, because of the triple question mark at the beginning. And this is where my theory comes in.

I believe triple question marks is David. This would fit perfectly with this line, as it’s totally something David would say post-magical girl transformation. And with him being the protagonist of the MV, it makes sense for him to be involved.

And that takes me back to XII. If you remember, I said I would talk about Eden’s line a bit more after talking about XVI.

Well, it’s pretty simple, really. Eden’s line comes right after Hu’s in the video, so it’s reasonable to assume ??? is the same person for both of them. In other words, I believe it’s David who tells Eden “but you’re in my way, aren’t you?” This still implies Eden’s the CH2 blackened, by the way. As in, “you’re getting in my way because now I need to figure out a murder”, or something like that. There really isn’t any other thing it could be referring to. Unless it’s like, “you’re getting in my way because you’re so nice you’re preventing murders from happening” or “you’re getting in my way of manipulating Arei by befriending her”, but the first one is too abstract and the second one doesn’t work since David didn’t know about their friendship until after Arei died. So don’t go thinking I’m giving up on that theory. It just changes the context a bit.

And with that, we’ve successfully gone through the sixteen numbers. Except, wait! Don’t think I forgot about the funny British boy!

Well, to be frank with you, there is a reason why I chose to save Xander for last. And that is… I didn’t want to start the list with disappointment.

I - Xander ~ Inconclusive

See, the problem is that Xander runs into much the same issue as Min, but without a footnote to help solve the problem. The Roman numeral for 1 is just “I”, so any time the word I appears, Xander’s Roman numeral appears.

Now, maybe you think this is stupid. Obviously any time “I” appears as an actual word, it’s not meant to be Xander’s numeral! We just need to look for the time it’s not a part of the lyrics or a phrase in the text!

This is obviously the most intuitive solution, and it does arrive at… an answer. So, I present, the First Possibility.

First Possibility

I - Xander ~ (the world of abnormal sentiment dances)

Now, at first glance, this works! You have the numeral next to a phrase, and there’s nothing else it could be!

Except, the problem is that that only extends to the screenshot. In this part of the video, the same phrase is on the screen for a good few seconds, but the “I” disappears and gets replaced by several numbers, then the “&” symbol, more numbers, and what seems to be a “=“ sign, maybe? But could be II sideways. Don’t know, looks like code, not my expertise.

The issue here is that this would be the only time a character’s phrase lingers longer than their numeral. This is pretty inconsistent with the other phrases we’ve seen, which is what gets me to hesitate and wonder if that “I” is actually made to be part of the code and not the crossword thing.

That, combined with the line itself. Because what does “the world of abnormal sentiment dances” have to do with Xander? I looked it up, but it’s not the name of a book or anything. Maybe I’m missing something, but I really don’t think this is related to Xander in any way.

So, I looked for other possibilities. The problem is that, like I said, all other possibilities are part of lyrics or phrases, not a standalone numeral.

And yet, there is one which stands out to me as a good candidate. This has a high chance of being wrong, but I’ll bring it up anyways because I think it’s cool.

Second Possibility

I - Xander ~ I hate the things that I love, and I love the things that I hate

… Well, I know it’s hard to read it in that clusterfuck, but that is what the red text says.

This line has a bit more to do with Xander, or at least, David’s feelings towards Xander. We know he probably did like him based on some scenes from the MV, but he’s sad about his death. He hates him for leaving, but his heart loves him anyways. That could be read as romantic or platonic… hesitant on the platonic-

That said, the problem is explaining why I believe this is the Xander line. And that comes down to the background text.

… Yes, that background text.

You see, in the MV, it slowly fills out in a way which lets you read it somewhat. I’ll tell you what each part of the text means, but if you want visuals, I’ll ask you go to the video.

What first appears is white text on top and the right. The white text on top is Big Clue #1, as it’s a definition of electrocution. You know, that thing Xander died from.

The text on the right, meanwhile, seems to be an excerpt from “Alice in Wonderland”. The specific passage seems to feature Alice lamenting how much “pleasenter” [sic] things were “back home”. And well, for everyone but Teruko, their homes were likelier “pleasenter” than the killing game. However, in this context, it could be an analogy to David missing the past, when Xander was still alive.

Then, more white text appears on the bottom as yellow text appears under the white text on top. The bottom text is, again, more talk of electrocution, but the yellow text is a bit more complex. This is the line (from Google, exact wording may vary):

“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world...”

Another “The Little Prince” quote, another straight banger (I love that book). Imma need the hornier of you to not focus too much on the “taming” wording and focus on the important part. This one speaks of the beautiful simplicity of relationships; everyone is “just some dude” until you meet them and establish a relationship, and then, they become unique.

This is an especially wonderful quote for Xander and David’s relationship. David truly wanted nothing more than to be “a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes” instead of the idol Xander saw him as. He wanted a genuine relationship with him, where they were not just each other’s idols, but something bigger; each other’s boyfriends :D

Alright, sappy stuff aside, this quote is related to Xander, that’s what you need to know.

Then there’s the big pink text. It says “note: can’t read”. Yeah, fair.

But before that note appears, some cyan text begins sprawling out. It’s not a quote from anything as far as I can tell, so here’s a transcript:

“…man crushed by reality puts on a s[how]…

…[of end]urance. If that’s beyond your

[com]prehension, dear reader, then you a[nd]…

[I’ll n]ever understand each other. Life’s…

[short?] so we might as well make it…

[count?] real life is a realm th…”

So, yeah, I’m sort of guessing half the words here, and I can’t even tell what the last line is, but I think we can get the gist from this. Reading this with the context that Xander’s probably connected, it’s easy to figure out. David was crushed by reality when Xander died, and he put on a show of endurance after that. The insult to the reader is a bit uncalled for, but I don’t particularly care, it fits David.

So, with the idea that this little breakdown is related to Xander, it’s safe to say the line “I hate the things that I love, and I love the things that I hate” (not a quote from anywhere I could find btw) is linked with Xander as well.

And, well. There are other references to Xander, but they’re never paired with an “I”. And there are other instances of the word “I”, but never in relation to Xander, at least not as much as this little breakdown.

This clusterfuck of text also forms directly after the crosswords shows up. And while most of these aren’t in chronological order, number II through V do. Wouldn’t it make sense for I to appear right after the crosswords and make I through V in chronological order?

In any case, I believe this is a decent alternative to the “world of abnormal sentiment dances”, whatever that means.

Conclusion

This was really fun! I am satiated for now, the content drop was awesome, I loved it a lot. There’s so much more I want to talk about in this MV, but this was priority number one in my mind.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading! If you made it this far, you deserve your own Roman numeral, all for yourself! Take care!

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You’re Mine…I’m Yours

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swear words, possessive behavior by both reader and Billy in a semi serious way and a playful manner, little violent, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, little bit of smut (18+ please or I’m telling on you)

Word Count: 3.9k-ish

Summary: You have a weekly outing with your co-workers. Billy doesn’t really like it. He doesn’t like other men looking at you especially when he’s not there to put a stop to it but tonight he decides to do a little bit of a checkup on you.

A/N: This one has been done for awhile, I’ve just been so busy I haven’t had a chance to put it out yet, I haven’t had a chance to do much lately so I’m sorry for being behind on my reading also but I digress. I hope you enjoy it! Oh and this will probably be my last fic until my 400 follower celebration is finished, plenty of time left to come say hi so please do! ♥️

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Do you have to do these so often, baby?” He asked.

Your expression softened and you walked from the kitchen to the living room and sat down next to him on the couch. The suit jacket he wore to work was cascading off the back of the couch, he had rolled his dress shirt sleeves up to his elbows and he was holding the crystal glass with the dark amber liquid inside.

Billy tilted the glass back and forth, watching it glide from side to side when a stray piece of his ink colored hair dipped into his eyes.

“Do what, handsome?” You asked softly as you gently scratched his scalp with your fingernails. His onyx colored eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself under your loving touch. You moved the stray hair away from his eyes, those beautiful dark brown eyes that now gazed at you with a touch of sadness to them.

“Ya know, the work outing you guys do every week.” He said.

“It’s just a couple drinks after work with some co-workers, baby. And I still usually get home before you do anyway, Billy.” You stated. “Tell me the real reason you don’t really like me going out after work.”

He shifted his weight on the couch and set his drink down on the coffee table while you climbed into his lap and snaked your arms around his neck.

“I know you have trouble telling me stuff that bothers you, Billy but it’s just us here. You can tell me.” You said while gliding his striped tie in between your fingers.

The muscles in his shoulders stiffened as he brushed his beard with his long fingers.

“I don’t like…” He paused to think hard about what he wanted to say. “I just don’t like that I’m not there with you, ya know, to protect you.”

“Baby, what do you think is gonna happen to me? I’m with co-workers and friends.” You said with a smile, trying to make him feel at ease.

“Sweet girl, you are VERY beautiful. You think I don’t notice the way men look at you when we’re out? So I can only imagine how they look at you and act when I’m not around.” He said. The tone of his voice wasn’t angry but it was stern.

Billy’s worst fear was someone hurting you or taking you away from him. He often had nightmares about it so he was somewhat overprotective of you, jealous, and possessive, at times.

Not only did the nightmares scare him but they also scared you too because you didn’t always know what to do or how to help but you did your best. Billy said just you sleeping next to him helped him immensely.

Your presence helped to the point that he had them less often or they were less severe which he was so grateful for. So the thought of losing the one person that meant everything to him and that loved him even with all his faults to someone else, terrified him. He would do whatever he had to, to hold on to the most precious thing he’s ever had.

And Billy’s methods weren’t exactly conventional when it came to deterring the unwanted attention of men toward you, they were more like…unreasonable.

Most of the time he would notice before you did…a young frat boy staring at you from across the bar, a suit from Wall Street at the next table checking you out while out to dinner with clients, and even a couple of his own employees were fired because their gaze lingered just a little too long for Billy’s taste.

It was always just a quick glance at first, then a second time to confirm that they really were looking at you. With his long slender fingers wrapped around a beer bottle, a glass of bourbon, or a fork at dinner, his knuckles would start to show white the tighter he held on to them.

His dark chocolate colored eyes narrowed, and with a scorching glare he would size them up, stare them down until they either averted their eyes or doubled down, which Billy loved.

Like an evil cat, he prowled. Billy stalked his prey, he acted like a wild animal hunting for its food. He would wait until they went to the restroom or outside to smoke a cigarette and he’d growl in their ear “You look at my girl like that again and you’re gonna lose your two front teeth, do…you…understand?”

His lips curled back to reveal gnashed teeth and you knew they felt his hot breath against their ear, making the hair on the back of their neck stand at attention.

Billy never struck first. Sometimes they would make that mistake, especially if you were out at a bar together. He knew the rules, don’t hit first but you can defend yourself or in most cases, defend you.

And they’d always say the same thing to him, almost like they all gathered together at some point and agreed on the one phrase that would send Billy right over the edge. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, pretty boy?” And try to force him backwards by pushing against his chest.

Big mistake.

Yes, Billy was incredibly handsome but he hated being called “pretty.” And only you and his best friend Frank knew why. It enraged him. That term made his eyes glow with savage fire and caused his voice to harden. “You have about 30 seconds before I mop the fuckin’ floor with you.”

He warned them but they’d never heed that warning and they had no idea what he was capable of. As the saying goes, they “fucked around and found out.”

“Where are you going tomorrow, sweet girl?” He asked.

You pondered for a minute, trying to remember the place you all agreed on and then it came to you. “Oh! Ocean’s 8 Billiards. It’s on Flatbush Ave. in Brooklyn.” You replied.

Billy had a surprised tone to his voice. “You’re goin’ to shoot pool? As in, you’ll be bent over a table where every man in there can check out your ass?”

“Billy!” You snapped.

The heat radiating off his chest could be felt through his shirt as his cheeks flamed with anger. His eyes darkened, his pupils were wide and unfocused as you tried to bring him back by brushing his beard with your thumbs and reassuring him that he had your heart and no one else.

“Billy, have I EVER given you any reason not to trust me?!” You asked.

His agile fingers wrapped around your neck and pulled you close to him. There was a touch of acid in his tone and when he spoke you could feel his warm breath against your eyelashes. “I don’t trust any man that’s not me…around you.”

“You can’t control who I talk to, Billy Russo!” Easing your body away from him, you tugged slightly on his hair, tilting his head back so he was looking up at you.

He gazed up at you with a smug smile on his face. “No, but I WILL control who talks to YOU.” He growled.

The guttural moan that escaped your lips was involuntary and it shouldn’t but it made you wet when he talked to you like that. Grinding down into his crotch, you could feel his cock hardening underneath as you started to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. It turned him on when you talked back, he loved the push back.

“Oh yeah? You think I like it when I see women throwing themselves at you? Waiting until I go to the ladies room so they can try and make a move.” You hissed in his ear, biting down gently on his earlobe, and feeling his length strain against his suit pants.

Biting down on his lower lip, his eyes traveled the length of your body and back up to meet your gaze once again while his hands extended underneath your t-shirt to brush the smooth skin in the middle of your back, along your spine.

Goosebumps erupted across your skin which caused your nipples to harden and Billy swiftly pulled your t-shirt over your head and threw it across the room.

“And I’ve never given them the time of day, have I.” He said, burying his face between your breasts, his tongue tracing the skin across your collarbone before biting down hard on the spot on your neck that made your vision go white.

“You better fuckin’ not, Mr. Russo because I…don’t…share!” You said against his mouth before his lips collided with yours. Billy’s kisses were all tongue and teeth as his hand unhooked your bra to have your bare breasts pressed firmly against his body. Calling him “Mr. Russo” made him absolutely feral and reassuring him that he was all yours caused him to snap.

You made quick work of his shirt and tie before he carried you off to bed. You lost that battle, the war will have to continue tomorrow.

**********

After work the following day, you met your co-workers at the pool hall for your usual once a week bitch fest and enjoyed a couple of beers in the process.

“…Yeah I don’t think they shut up the entire time they’re in the office and if you gonna have meetings on speakerphone, how about you go into a conference room?” You said to one of your cubemates, talking about the people in the cube next to you.

Leaning over the table to line up your shot, you could feel eyes staring at you coming from all directions from a group of guys a few tables over. After sinking the ball in the side pocket, your friend walked over while you were lining up your second shot.

“Those guys over there are staring at you, one guy in particular.” She said.

Your second shot was a miss.

“Ya know how you can FEEL someone staring at you? Yeah I can definitely feel it.” You replied.

While chalking up your cue, you took a sip of your beer and looked around nonchalantly, trying to not give that group of guys any sort of attention and keep your focus on your friends but it was starting to feel uncomfortable.

But out of the corner of your eye, you also noticed a tall slender man, wearing a dark blue suit, with raven colored hair and a well-groomed beard walking toward you.

Biting down on your lower lip to keep the smile from spreading across your face, you shook your head back and forth as he came closer, and smiled that perfect smile of his only for you.

“Freeze, soldier! This group activity is for government contractors only!” You shouted with a smile.

Billy pulled you into a firm embrace by the waist so you were flush with his body, looking down at you with his million dollar smile and love in his eyes, he planted a kiss on your lips.

Resting his hands on your hips, his tongue swiped across his bottom lip, probably tasting the beer that was on your tongue moments before he kissed you. The spicy scent of his cologne hovered in between your bodies as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and then cupped your cheeks to kiss you again.

Billy loved touching you in every way possible because it reiterated to him that you were real, you were right in front of him, and it comforted him.

Touch was his love language whether it was brushing your legs with his fingers while watching tv, holding your hand while he was driving, or keeping you close while you slept. You were his in every way and he would never let anyone put their hands on you.

“Ok, well what if I tell you that you look really pretty today? Can I stay?” He asked, flashing that perfect smile at you again.

That smile would be the death of you. How were you supposed to say no to him?

“Maybe…what are you doing here, Billy?” You asked as you set your pool cue down and folded your arms across your chest.

“Would you believe me if I said I was in the neighborhood?” He asked, as a devilish smirk stretched across his lips.

Narrowing your eyes at him you replied. “Uh, I think you’re full of shit, lieutenant so no, I don’t believe you.” Your voice dripped with sass, as you lightly poked him in the chest. “Are you spying on me?”

With a sly smile, he tilted his head up and quickly glanced at the ceiling, he knew he was caught and flicked his gaze back to you.

“Is it so wrong of me to not want another man to try and put his hands on you in a place like this?” He said, gritting his teeth and whispering in your ear.

You pressed your tongue to the roof of your mouth before telling him. “And what makes you think I would let another man put his hands on me, Billy?”

“Like I said last night, sweet girl. I can control who talks to you.” He said in that soft sexy voice of his. The words fell like warm honey from his lips and soaking your panties in the process. “You don’t know the vile things all these guys in here are thinking.”

“Oh and you do? Maybe you should add ‘mind reader’ to your list of special skills.” You said sarcastically with wide eyes.

He started to shake his head and press his lips together in a straight line before saying. “Always with that smart mouth, huh baby? Ya know I could think of a few other things you can do with that mouth of yours and talkin’ back to me ain’t one of them.” He hissed in your ear.

Smoothing his hair, you gently pulled down on the back of his neck so his ear was close to your mouth. “Stop turning me on in front of my co-workers, baby. I mean it.” You said as a sly smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

Billy knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Ever been fucked on a pool table before, princess?” He purred, his breath tickling the side of your neck.

You playfully smacked him on the shoulder and lightly shoved him away from you. This was bonding time for you and your co-workers, he can talk dirty to you at home.

“Alright, alright! Go get a beer, actually get me one too please and I’ll let you stay.” You said, giving him a wink as he turned and walked away toward the bar.

Continuing the game with your friends, you noticed one of the guys from the “frat pack” a few tables over started walking toward you while Billy was gone. Before you could stand up after sinking your shot, he “bumped into” you. His crotch grazed your ass as he did and then acted like it was an accident.

You turned around quickly, breathless with anger and a thread of warning in your voice. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!!” You yelled.

He stood in front of you with a smug grin on his face, trying to act apologetic. “I am…SO sorry! I didn’t see you there but you are even prettier up close. I was watching you from a few tables over. How ‘bout I play the winner?” He said, looking at you and then at your friends.

You caught the strong scent of beer on his breath as he stood in front of you, trying to inch closer but you wouldn’t let him, and he tried to reach out to grab your hips but you backed away even further. In your peripheral, there he was, taking long strides to get to you as fast as he could and leaving the beer on the first table he passed.

Billy must not have seen when the stranger put his hands on you because he would have been laid flat out if he did. You didn’t hear him approach from behind but you felt him, you knew he was there however light on his feet he was.

It was almost like a sixth sense you had when it came to him and before you could say anything else to the rude stranger, Billy was standing in between you and the handsy frat boy.

Silently communicating with your friend that saw the whole thing, you shook your head at her basically telling her NOT to tell Billy that guy put his hands on you.

“What’s goin’ on here?” Billy asked, glaring at the stranger. “She’s taken.” He said, shielding you with his arm to stay in back of him.

The stranger moved from side to side trying to get a better look at you. “Well she hasn’t said anything about being taken, have you beautiful.” He said.

His compliment made you nauseous, your stomach immediately started churning, and you felt like you needed a shower after what can only be described as he was undressing you with his eyes.

“Well, I said she’s taken. Do you know what that means? Get…fuckin’…lost.” Said Billy.

The stranger stepped into Billy’s personal space and you waited for it. You waited for those words to be said because you knew they were coming.

“Oh yeah? Are you gonna make me…pretty boy?” He said in a wicked hissing whisper, giving Billy a slight shove to the chest.

The stranger kept poking, he kept provoking Billy into a fight but he wouldn’t budge. Never swing first. And he finally did, he took two swings at Billy which he dodged both of them, kicked him behind the knees and smashed his face into the wooden pool table which you were sure the entire pool hall heard.

It didn’t knock him out but it did knock him to the ground and the hit to the head probably gave him a concussion. With the frat boy writhing around in pain with a bloody nose and an egg starting to form on his forehead, Billy squatted down lower to the ground and with hell burning behind his dark eyes and acid in his tone said.

“Who’s pretty now?!!”

When the stranger took his first swing at Billy, you had moved out of the way, and while you were huddling with your co-workers, one of them said “Maybe it’s time to go?” Everyone cracked a smile and after he hit the ground, Billy walked away and over to you.

Everyone else was fine, except the guy who was prone on the floor with his face turned to the side. His friends rushed over and tried to help him stand up but you were sure he was seeing stars while employees of the pool hall asked them all to leave.

“Are you alright, baby? Is everyone ok?” He asked with concern in his voice. “Asshole, got blood on my shirt.”

“I’m fine, handsome.” You said as you turned to your friends to say “Same time next week, right?”

“Definitely!!!” Your cubemate exclaimed.

You said your goodbyes to your friends and told them that you would see them tomorrow and apologized for the extra action on their Wednesday night.

They all said the apology wasn’t necessary, they had a great time and even asked if Billy was available next week to be their bodyguard. He shyly turned away and you knew it was because he didn’t want everyone to see him blush.

Putting his jacket on, Billy turned toward you. “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?”

“Technically, my love, everything turned to shit when you showed up soooooooo.” You said with a coy smile.

“There’s that smart mouth again.” Billy said.

A few tables over, you noticed a group of women checking Billy out, batting their eyelashes, laughing and tucking their hair behind their ears while taking sips of their drinks.

“You have some admirers, soldier.” You huffed.

“I didn’t notice…but that’s because I belong to someone else. And she doesn’t like to share.” Billy said. He winked and smiled at you, pulling you in close. “Right, sweet girl?”

You snaked your arms around his neck and gently tickled the back of his neck with your nails. Goosebumps pricked his skin as you closed your eyes and pulled him toward you so you could rest your forehead against his.

Billy claimed your lips like he had so many times before, the butterflies in your stomach made your body shudder every single time.

“You’re all mine, Billy.” You said, tugging gently on his hair.

He looked down at you with his hypnotic brown eyes. “And you say I’m possessive.” He said.

“Well I guess we’re both a little uh…domineering, huh baby?” You said with a warm smile.

Billy chuckled. “That’s just a fancy way of saying we’re both a couple of jealous assholes.”

“Maybe it just means we really really love each other?” You said.

He shrugged and smiled. “Sure, baby. I like the sound of that better, anyway. I do really really love you, y/n.”

“I really really love you too, handsome.” You said as you placed your ear against his chest, forgetting all about every other person inside the pool hall.

Billy Russo was a marine, you wouldn’t know that by looking at him now in his designer suit, his $500 tie, and sterling silver monogrammed cufflinks.

Those were products of the hard work he put in, first as a marine and second as a CEO. He had been fighting off bullies for his entire life, even as a small child when he shouldn’t have had to.

He should have been protected and loved but neither of those things happened for him although it made him the strongest person you’ve ever known.

You finally understood why he was so overprotective, why he was so possessive of you and it was because no one had done that for him.

Every day that you told him you loved him, every time you smiled at him, every time you told him he was good enough, and that he was wanted, it helped to heal the broken little boy that was still inside.

The empty space in Billy’s chest that craved love was finally full and that was because of you. The lesson he was still trying to learn was that he didn’t have to hold on so tightly to keep you. You stayed with him because you wanted to, and the fear of abandonment he held close was slowly peeling away as you gained more and more of his trust.

Billy’s eyes shone like two pieces of onyx as he peered down at you, his intense brown eyes doing the smiling instead of his lips as he whispered in your ear. “Let’s go home, baby.”

You looked up at him through your long dark lashes and with a devilish grin on your face, you asked him. “Ok, my love. Did you come up with some other things I can do with my smart ass mouth?”

He let out a sharp exhale against your lips. “Oh I have a couple ideas, princess.”

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our beloved summer | jjk (01)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader

genre/warnings: exes au, college au (in flashbacks), fluff, angst, eventual smut, kissing, swearing

rating: PG-13

word count: 8.4k

note: OKAY SHE IS FINALLY HERE. i am so nervous about this oh god i will hide in my bedroom and never come out again. anyway umm obviously all the technical stuff about music producing and album making comes from google so! blame google if i get things wrong about music making lol

playlist | series masterpost

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

The movies lied—college really isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. Who even has the time to constantly go drinking and clubbing, deliver assignments on time, maintain a social life, all the while be expected to have a blooming love life? Definitely not you, and not when there’s a pain in your ass by the name of Jeon Jungkook.

The douchebag in your music theory class who’s always trying to one up you.

To be fair, he’s not a bad person (probably), but he’s just so goddamn annoying.

It’s only your first semester, but you’ve already found a sworn enemy in Jungkook. The funny thing is, you and him share the same circle, and your friends all adore him to bits.

Curse Kim Taehyung for bringing you into this mess.

(You got a job at the campus library nearly halfway into the semester, and that’s where you met Taehyung, a fellow part-time librarian and full-time stressed out college student. Though your majors and interests don’t exactly align—he’s studying Art History while you’re pursuing a Music degree—you somehow hit it off and he became your first real friend at college.

Taehyung introduced you to Jimin, his roommate, who then brought in someone that you recognized from class named Hoseok but had never really talked to before and… tragically for you, the bane of your existence, Jeon Jungkook.)

At every party and get-together that Taehyung drags you to, Jungkook is there. There was a part of you that hoped he was only an asshole to you because you two had been competing for first place in class, and it wouldn’t have mattered that much if the person with the highest GPA wasn’t given the opportunity to intern at an up-and-coming record label where one of the executives was old friends with your professor.

Neither of you got it in the end; the professor said you and Jungkook had too much “unhealthy” competition going on and decided to bestow the honor upon the third highest ranked in class which was Hoseok. (Okay, that was good for him, but still.)

Anyway, even outside of academia, Jungkook is insufferable only toward you while he’s a ray of sunshine to literally everybody else. You’ve seen him interact with other people, and you’ve witnessed how his attitude completely switches up when it comes to you. No, whenever he talks to you, sweet and bubbly Jungkook immediately morphs into a cocky and patronizing version of the man.

He probably thinks he’s so much better than you just because he happens to have a great singing voice (not that you would ever admit this to him) and you can’t belch out a single note to save your life. But newsflash buddy! Not every music major has to end up a singer.

Taehyung, Jimin, and even Hoseok have assured you that Jungkook doesn’t hate you, but who are they to say? They’ve never received the same treatment as you.

“On Earth, We’re Briefly Gorgeous?” You skim the cover and quirk an eyebrow. “Huh. I didn’t know you’re into stuff like this, Jeon.”

He isn’t. Though he was surprised that the school library even had a shelf for contemporary autobiographies, the only reason he borrowed it was because Taehyung mentioned in passing that it’s one of your favorite books.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” he mumbles under his breath, which you don’t catch.

When Jungkook lingers, you look at him in confusion. “I already know who you are. You don’t have to give me your student ID. You can go.”

“You should, uh, check if I damaged the book or something.”

“Did you?” you narrow your eyes at him.

“No, no… I mean– Just do it, will you?”

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you reach for the book but his hand shoots out to stop you. “Not right now,” he stammers. “Later.”

What the hell are you doing? You want to bark at him, but it’s nearly 9 o’clock and this tiresome day has drained the life out of you.

After you finished your last exam this morning, all you wanted was to go back to your room and get some much needed rest. But alas, the universe had different plans. Taehyung begged you to cover his shift at the library because the dumbass messed up the dates and bought his bus ticket home today instead of tomorrow to visit his family. You’d do anything for your friends so naturally you said yes, at the expense of your physically deteriorating form.

Right now, you just want to teleport to your dorm and sleep till the sun swallows up the Earth. “Fine,” you grumble, not having the energy to deal with whatever Jungkook’s schtick is, “anything else?”

He purses his lips, glances between you and the book, then shakes his head. He taps his fingers lightly against the wooden desk between you, like he wants to say something else but doesn’t know how to verbalize the words. If you weren’t so tired, maybe you’d even make fun of him for getting his panties in such a twist.

“Okay, um,” he says finally and turns to leave, “goodnight then.”

You only hum and wave a disinterested hand at his retreating form, not caring that he can’t see you. Leaning back against the chair that offers you zero lumbar support and has been killing your back for the past few hours, you groan loudly.

The library barely had anyone coming in today, probably because finals were over and everyone was either recovering from nights lost to exam preparation, or out drinking to celebrate the end of the semester. You highly doubt there would be anyone dropping by ten minutes before closing time, so you push yourself to your feet and start to gather your things.

After entering Jungkook’s name into the computer and ticking his borrowed book as ‘returned’, you flip through it boredly per his request.

A piece of yellow paper slips from the pages and falls to the floor. When you go to pick it up, you freeze at the sight of a neatly scripted line in black ink. Surprise (or perhaps shock would be a better word) parts the fog in your brain.

Dinner this Saturday? – JK

The next afternoon, Jungkook comes back to the library with no book to return nor a need to borrow a new one.

“Hey,” he gives you an awkward wave as he approaches, “how’s it going?”

You give him a small smile in greeting that you know must look weird and manufactured. Never in your few months of knowing him have you ever smiled at him on purpose. “Fine, thanks.”

“Did you, um, check the book?”

You stiffen, and this makes him stiffen. Jungkook knows you saw it.

Do you say yes? No? What’s the best course of action here? What did he even mean? Why would he ask you out for dinner? What does he want? Why was he acting so self-conscious about it? God, why isn’t Taehyung here to help you through this crisis?

Your lips tighten into a thin line as you contemplate your plan. Jungkook has never seemed shy around you. Maybe he’s just trying to be nice because all your friends are home to see their families, and you and him are the only ones who aren’t. Maybe he just pities you because he thinks you might be lonely.

“Yes,” you decide.

“And?” he prompts, growing more nervous by the second. What is up with this guy?

“Do you need to talk about something over dinner?”

“No, not really,” he says, scratching the back of his head. “I just want to hang out with you, one on one. Get to know each other better, y’know…”

“Just the two of us?” you narrow your eyes at him skeptically. “Are you… asking me on a date?” That can’t be possible, right? But then, he was acting weird when he was returning the book. And he’s here again now, anxiously glancing between you and the door like he’s ready to bolt any second.

You can’t figure out what it means.

Is he messing with you? Is it all part of his plan to trick you into dressing up for him only to stand you up and humiliate you? He’s annoying, but you’ve never thought of him as someone who would do such a thing.

No… Jungkook might be the most irritating prick on the planet but he’s not that douchey.

“Yes?” he doesn’t sound so sure of it. He looks like he’s summoning the ground to swallow him whole under your scrutinizing gaze. “I mean,” he adds in a small voice, “if you want...”

It isn’t that you don’t find Jungkook attractive. God knows that man is blessed with looks that people dream about, but you suppose the hostility between you two has distracted you from that fact. Irritation eclipses attraction.

But that irritation is nowhere to be found now, not even an inkling. There’s mostly perplexity, and that certainly isn’t enough to trick you into thinking that Jungkook isn’t one of the most handsome men you’ve laid eyes on.

You can’t think properly in this stupefied state. The words slip out before you can make sense of the whole situation. “Sure, yeah, okay.”

Jungkook looks just as surprised as you are once you realize what you just said. Your eyes widen and your lips part. You should definitely take it back, this is absurd! Where’s your goddamn voice when you need it?

“Yeah? It’s a date?” he asks, gazing down at you with those stupid doe eyes that you haven’t fully taken in until now. They compel you to nod.

“Yeah… it’s a date.”

What is happening?

A few seconds pass, and part of you thinks he’ll start laughing in the middle of the library but you’d be the one embarrassed.

Instead, Jungkook gives you a big bunny grin that has you startled. You’ve never been on the receiving end of it before, having gotten used to his arrogant smirk and condescending tone the entire semester. But this is clearly something you didn’t expect. It’s kind of… beautiful, actually.

Before you can react, he’s already headed for the door. He waves enthusiastically, nerves seemingly gone now, and calls out in a loud voice that you would usually frown at and shush people for. “I’ll text you!”

What if it ends up a huge disaster? Well, then you suppose you’d go back to hating each other and forget the whole thing happened. But there’s a possibility even worse that you can’t even begin to fathom right now. If it goes well, would there be another date?

What should you wear? What’s a good outfit that doesn’t make it seem like you’re trying too hard? It’s January though, should you sacrifice warmth for fashion? Where’s that pair of lace underwear that you bought last month–

Wait, why do you care?

God, why is this happening?

You were definitely overthinking this. These were the questions plaguing your every waking moment since that day at the library until this afternoon, a couple hours before your… date. Your brain went haywire the moment he left the library and evidently, it didn’t get a chance to calm down.

(When you called to tell Taehyung about it after the realization that you would actually be going on a date with Jungkook hit you like a truckload of bricks, your friend gasped and mumbled to himself something you couldn’t quite catch over the phone, something about owing money to someone.)

In the end, you settled on a fitted sweater and your favorite winter coat. Mostly because Jungkook showed up right on time and you spent too long fussing over the possibilities to think of anything else to wear.

It was awkward at first with neither of you knowing how to act. What’s a girl gotta do on a date with her arch nemesis? No one writes guides on these kinds of things, not even Buzzfeed. You actually considered shaking his hand when you saw him, but he pulled you into a loose hug before you could do anything else.

Throughout the evening, he felt like a stranger. It wasn’t the Jungkook that you’d been used to, the one who constantly volunteered to make your life a living hell.

No, tonight you were with a different Jungkook. You laughed with each other, smiled at each other, let your hand intentionally brush the other’s but never gathered enough courage to actually lace them together. There was still banter, but not the kind that you hated.

There was no trace of the jerk who always irritated you to no end and instead, Jungkook was softer, incredibly sweeter and thoughtful. You felt like you were meeting him for the first time.

It was refreshing, but also… disheartening? These past few months, you could’ve liked him rather than despise him had he shown this side of himself to you. You suppose that’s a question for another occasion; you don’t want to risk turning the mood sour.

Now, as he’s walking you back to your dorm, only one question lingers on your mind.

“Tonight was actually… really nice,” you admit shyly.

He laughs softly then. “Did you expect it to crash and burn?”

“Yes,” your lack of hesitation only spurs on his chortles. He sounds like he could be an Elmo impersonator.

Once the laughter dies down, you’re left staring at each other in front of your building. The mid January cold bites at your exposed skin, making you shiver lightly and your nose redden. Your skin heats up for a reason other than the wind.

“We’re here,” you say, lamely pointing to the front door. “Guess I should head inside…”

You watch Jungkook visibly gulp as he nods, eyes locking onto yours for a brief second before his gaze falls to the ground, then back to your face again.

You haven’t gone out with someone in a while, but you still know what should happen now.

Will he kiss you? Do you want him to kiss you? Wow, you think. You never imagined there would come a day where you would have to ponder about something like this. Taehyung would be hounding you for days if he got to pick your brain right now. Oh One Direction, just how fast the night changes indeed…

Jungkook takes a step closer and your heart involuntarily picks up a couple beats. When he leans down, it has your stomach doing somersaults. But the tingly sensation is soon replaced with disappointment when you feel his lips press against your cheek.

Damn.

“Goodnight,” he smiles when he pulls away.

You’re sure you look flushed, but it isn’t something that can’t be easily blamed on the cold. You return his smile and bid him a safe walk home before turning toward your dorm.

Once there’s some distance between you and Jungkook, you can’t help but ghost your fingers over the spot where his lips were.

Goddamn. God damn him, god damn those stupid lips and god damn those stupid eyes.

This isn’t how you imagined you would spend your semester break. The moment you set foot in your room, you know you’ll begin to analyze every single detail that happened over the last few hours. You had a good time, but didn’t he? Is that why he only pecked your cheek like you were his grandma?

Oh God, not to mention the way your heart dropped when he didn’t kiss you. On the mouth! Jeon Jungkook!

As you riffle through your cluttered purse to fetch your keycard with an even more cluttered mind, a hand lands on your shoulder. Instinctively, you gasp and jerk away.

Naturally, your heels are your downfall in this moment of hasty panic. Your purse drops to the ground as your arms flail in the air. Seconds feel like hours as you await the impending collision between your butt and the asphalt, though it never comes.

The hand that was on your shoulder is clutching your arm tightly to keep you upright. It might leave a bruise tomorrow, but at least it’s the only thing keeping you from falling ass first right now.

“Shit! I’m sorry, that was so stupid,” Jungkook stutters as he helps you steady yourself. “I called your name but you didn’t respond.”

He should be the one embarrassed, but somehow you are. When he picks up your purse and hands it to you, the awkwardness from earlier returns. You’re staring at each other again; whoever is watching the security cameras must be having a blast.

You clear your throat. “Oh, I must’ve been… thinking. Did you, uh, need anything else?”

“No,” he mutters as he fumbles with his fingers. “No, I…”

Okay, this just took a turn for the worse. This is going to be what you fixate on for the rest of the break—how you almost fell on your ass in front of Jeon Jungkook, because of Jeon Jungkook.

He seems to be having a different kind of dilemma than you though. He still has an apologetic look on his face, but he shakes his head a little more harshly than necessary, as if that would erase what just happened from existence. He clasps his hands together firmly, like he’s about to give you a sales pitch.

Fuck it, Jungkook thinks, now or never.

“I chickened out earlier,” he says and loops an arm around your waist, tugging you closer and effectively making you gasp at the suddenness. His other hand brushes your hair from your face and settles on your cheek, the one he kissed only minutes prior. “I wanted to do this.”

He leans down for the second time tonight, and this time you know what’s coming. More importantly, you know you want it to happen. Your faces are so close that you can see the small scar on his cheek; your fingers itch to trace that line of his skin. You hope there’ll be another time for that.

Still, he doesn’t kiss you just yet. He waits a moment to see if you’d pull away and when you don’t, he just smiles. Like he can’t believe this is finally happening.

His pillowy lips meet yours in a tentative greeting. It’s slow at first, you’re both just testing the waters.

A goodbye to your old dynamic now that a line has been crossed and you two can never go back to the way it was. A hello to a new beginning and to the seeds that it’s planting in your chest, right beside your heart.

His body wraps around you as his mouth envelopes your own, everything is just a little surreal that you get lightheaded. It’s kind of… nice, and you tell yourself it’s the heat radiating off his body that’s making you feel this warm.

When you pull apart, you would’ve thought it was a fever dream if it wasn't for the blush that colored his cheeks. His lips are shiny from the kiss, and his eyes are still glued to your mouth.

Okay, so maybe there are two things you’ll never forget about today: How you almost fell on your ass, and how he kissed you.

He laughs breathlessly to himself and pulls you closer, resting his forehead against yours while you remain speechless.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since your presentation on tonal systems.”

Eight Years Later

Wednesday. The absolute worst day of the week.

You can’t even remember what made you hate Wednesdays so much, but you always feel a sense of dread whenever the middle of the week rolls around. Maybe it’s because every bad news you’ve received in your life has mostly been delivered on a Wednesday. That’s why you never work, or do anything really, on this day, and given that you don’t have a traditional 9-to-5 job, it gives you more leeway to skip work anyway. It’s your own self-care day, where you allow yourself to stop worrying about anything and just be.

Nothing bad can happen if you don’t let it, right? (It’s definitely not a logical plan, but whatever, let’s just entertain this.)

When the incessant rings of your doorbell echo throughout your apartment at 7:56 on this—surprise, surprise—Wednesday morning, you already know it can’t be anything good.

Your sleep-hazed brain doesn’t allow you much to work with. It’s too early for deliveries, and all of your friends and co-workers know better than to bother you on Hump Day, least of all in the morning at that. So when you throw open your door, ready to tear a new one into this godforsaken person who woke you up from your slumber, never would you ever expect to see a ghost from your past standing in front of you. Not in a million years—because it has been years, hasn’t it?

No, not a ghost—the ghost, one who has been haunting you since the summer of your college graduation.

Him. In the flesh. In a simple black blazer thrown over a t-shirt but still looking every bit like the sun on the day he left you. Jeon Jungkook.

You must still be dreaming, right? There’s no reason for him to show up at your door after all these years of radio silence and oh yeah, especially after he—once the keeper of your heart—crushed it into pieces and even went the extra mile to cut it up like finely-chopped garlic, and left you. Besides, how does he even know where you live now? There is absolutely no reason for him to be here. It must be the bottle of rosé you wholeheartedly chugged last night while rewatching Goblin. That’s right, this is just a figment of your worst imaginatio–

“Long time no see, stranger.”

You almost jump. Oh no, it speaks. Was your wine laced with hallucinogens? Your brows knit together and your lips part in bewilderment.

In this nightmare of yours, he looks good. Jungkook always did manage to look effortlessly handsome even if he had just rolled out of bed. Still the same pillowy pink lips, same sparkling doe eyes boring into yours. His hair is styled differently, in an unfamiliar way that you’ve only been acquainted with through the photos that he gets tagged in online. He’s back to his black hair though, with zero traces of the blond head that he sported last year. You never did get a chance to see what it looked like in real life, but once in college, you and him had laughed about the possibility of him dyeing his hair golden and how it would look so terrible. That didn’t turn out to be the case, obviously.

It’s not until the figure in front of you snaps his fingers that you realize you’ve been gaping for the past few minutes. You reach a hand out to poke him in the shoulder, and you almost gasp when he doesn’t dissipate into thin air.

What the fuck.

Jungkook only chuckles. “Aren’t you gonna invite me in?”

You let yourself gape at him for another minute before you speak. “Why are you here? How do you know where I live?”

“A little birdy told me,” he smiles, but soon gives up when you remain unimpressed. “Fine, it was Tae.”

Taehyung, that fucking traitor. You make a mental note to send him a very strongly worded letter.

You exhale in annoyance. “Get to the point. What do you want?”

“So…” he starts, rubbing his hands together as he looks at you, “I’m assuming you know Jin, right?”

“Jin? Kim Seokjin?” you stare at him like he’s stupid. “Global superstar Jin? Two-time Grammy nominee Jin? Turned-down-an-offer-to-be-in-a-Bond-soundtrack Jin? The guy with the face of a Greek God and the voice of an angel? That Jin?”

He pokes a tongue into his cheek, a very Jungkook thing that you haven’t seen in a very long time. He used to do that when he was annoyed or jealous, and to be fair, they often overlapped. “Yeah, that Jin.”

“Sure,” you shrug, “I’ve heard of him.”

“Well, I’m producing his new album. No, I should be producing his new album, and…”

You raise an eyebrow, shooting him a pointed look. And? C’mon, out with it.

“He’ll only sign with us if… if we get you on board as the primary songwriter.”

If it were anyone else saying this to you, you probably would’ve jumped up and down in pure excitement and called every single person you know to brag about the international pop sensation wanting to work with you. Snatching an opportunity like this will most likely ensure that you’ll never be unemployed again, not when you’ve had a hand in creating a Kim Seokjin album. It’s the big break you’ve always dreamed of, the one to propel you forward and get your name circulating around the industry. Just imagine the kind of apartment you could get with Kim Seokjin-level royalties.

If it were anyone else asking, you would’ve fainted, woken up again, and said yes in a heartbeat. Instead, it’s your ex boyfriend who’s propositioned you out of the blue because it’s really him who needs to make this work.

In the moment—and to be fair, in the morning too—you’re not level-headed enough to weigh the pros and cons. If he’s the producer, you’d also be working with him and you don’t think you have the capacity to handle being in the same space as Jeon Jungkook, and even for months on end until the album is fleshed out. But it isn’t even just that, there’s a petty voice inside your head screaming at you to forgo whatever success you may garner from this project, just for the sake of fucking him over.

You’ve heard enough chatter about Jin to know that he isn’t someone that can be sweet-talked and bargained with. If he wants something, he has to get it. If not, the man walks.

You succumb to the pettiness. “I’ll have you know, my email is just blowing up with offers. I’m doing quite well for myself.”

Okay, it’s not completely untrue. Your inbox might not be on the verge of combustion from an overload of messages, but you have made a name for yourself. Since your project with Agust D last year, your songwriting has definitely been a sought after commodity, but not anywhere near the circles of Kim Seokjin though.

The smirk on Jungkook’s face drops, and in its place a smile blooms across his lips, an earnest smile. “I know.”

You’re taken aback by the sincerity, and how you still think his smile is beautiful enough to part way for the sun on cloudy days. Like Kim Taehyung, your own heart becomes a traitor when it misses a beat.

Jungkook’s acknowledgment of your achievements has you blinking at him to make sure you heard him right. It takes you a moment to regain your composure and straighten up. “Oh… Then you know how it is. I don’t have time to take on another project. Off you go now.”

“C’mon, you won’t even consider it for an old friend?”

Your mouth sets in a grim line as you stare at him, and he knows from the way your jaw clenches that he’s said the wrong thing.

No, he’s not an old friend. And while he knows of your achievements and that you’ve created somewhat of a decent life for yourself, he doesn’t know that your first day of work started with false bravado and nearly ended with a breakdown in a lavender-scented bathroom stall when you remembered that the only person you wanted to talk to about your day wouldn’t be there when you got home.

He doesn’t know you used to get so shitfaced on a weekly basis that Taehyung became genuinely concerned for your health at one point, that he and Jimin had to sit you down for a talk before they thought your liver would give out.

He doesn’t know how much it fucking hurts to be suckerpunched by someone you thought was the love of your life, to be disregarded and abandoned as if years together held the significance of mere days in the end. To be left without a single word as to why you weren’t good enough for him.

So no, Jungkook isn’t an old friend. Sometimes you think maybe it would have been better if that’s all he ever was to you.

“We’re not friends,” you declare eerily calmly that you even surprise yourself. The door closes in his face with a click. The wood under your palm should feel light, but somehow it weighs a thousand pounds now.

Old friend, you mull over the word in your head. Is that all you’ve been reduced to? You’re reminded once again that you hate Jeon Jungkook, and this sensation poking into your heart like a sharp needle is just your accumulated disdain toward him—nothing more.

For a split second you wonder if you should have let yourself feel that January cold instead of his warmth.

You can’t go back to sleep now that your entire morning has been ruined.

[08:38] You: Kim Taehyung.

[08:38] You: is there anything u would like to tell me

[08:39] You: ? 😇

[08:52] Taebear 🐻: ?? it’s not 10 yet why are you up

[08:53] You: answer the question, Kim 😇

[08:53] Taebear 🐻: what are you on about

[08:55] Taebear 🐻: is this because i ate your ice cream the other day?

[08:56] You: what ice cream

[08:58] Taebear 🐻: that white flavor with the chocolate bits

[08:59]: ????

[08:59] You: wtf u ate THE haagen dazs irish whiskey and chocolate waffle ice cream that i’ve been saving ?? fuck that was limited edition

[09:00] You: wait no i can’t even focus on that right now. why the fuck was jeon jungkook at my apartment on this godforsaken wednesday morning??

[09:04] Taebear 🐻: oh

[09:04] Taebear 🐻: damn

[09:09] You: ?????

[09:09] You: that’s all u have to say ???

As irritated as you are at Taehyung, you refrain from calling to yell at him while he’s at work. So when he casually strolls into your apartment at lunch with a takeaway bag of two poké bowls from your favorite diner, you know he’s here to spill the beans. (And also to butter you up; he even splurged on a side of tobiko and a large taro boba for when you’re finished.) The sight of the food dilutes your anger; you gotta hand it to him—Kim Taehyung knows the way to your heart. (Hint: it’s through your stomach.)

The moment he sets his and your food on the dining table, you immediately narrow your eyes at him. “Explain, Kim.”

Taehyung runs a hand through his hair, sighing as he begins to mix the content of your bowl for you. “Jungkook asked me where you lived like a month ago, said he needed to ask for a work favor. But then he didn’t do anything after that so I forgot about it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when he asked?”

“He told me not to.”

You cross your arms in front of your chest, mouth hanging open to gape at him, flabbergasted. “And you listened to him? You’re supposed to be on my side!” Are you childish for wanting Taehyung to be on your side? He has always been closer to you; he was your friend first. “I can’t believe you’d do me dirty like that, Tae. I feel so betrayed right now. I got you in the divorce and Jungkook got Jimin. I can’t believe you’d go running off to daddy like that.”

He scrunches his face in distaste. “Ugh, please don’t call Jungkook my daddy.” He pushes the bowl toward you.

Silence settles over your apartment aside from the sounds of cutlery against ceramic. As you munch on your rice and spicy mayo salmon, Taehyung asks warily. “You good though?”

Jungkook has always been a sensitive subject, clearly. With your shared circle of friends from college and even now with your mutual connections in the industry, you’re surprised that you haven’t run into him at all in the past five years.

You only grumble around a mouthful of food. You take your sweet time with your poké and when you’re finished, you wash it down with a generous sip of the boba Taehyung brought over. Salmon and milk tea are probably not the best combo though.

“Positively dandy.” It’s just my ex who I haven’t seen in half a decade and would’ve liked to never see again for the rest of my miserable life. “Live, laugh, love, Kim.”

He only squints at you. Though your face is devoid of any emotion—you have to praise your own poker face when someone brings up Jungkook, it’s taken you a hell of a long time to master—your bitter tone is a dead giveaway of how much the surprise reunion is affecting you.

You should’ve suspected that Kim Taehyung was up to no good when he suddenly called to treat you to lunch two days later. The man even insisted that you order the most expensive thing on the menu, something that you and him have only reserved for celebrations.

You never thought that one day, food would be your downfall.

A figure slides into the chair next to yours after you gulp down the last of your drink, and it became all too clear what Kim Taehyung had been scheming. You should really be more cautious when people randomly start offering you food; it’s becoming a problem.

You look at the intruder with wide eyes, fingers still gripping the glass. “What are you doing here?”

“Listen.” It’s Taehyung who speaks up, drawing your attention away from Jungkook. “Just hear him out–”

“Kim Taehyung!” You kick him in the shin under the table, to which he yelps and gets a few heads turning in the semi-crowded restaurant. “You backstabbing bitch!”

“God, you’re so dramatic. Just hear him out, okay? I think this could be really good for your career.”

Your jaw clenches, and both men notice the way you slightly scooch away from the one next to you. Damn them and damn you. You’re always more pliant with a satiated stomach; maybe that’s why Jungkook didn’t show up until after you had finished eating.

Waving a hand in the air in defeat, you motion for your ex to do whatever it is that he came here to do. Mostly, you want to waste his time just to say no to him in the end.

Jungkook immediately launches into a whole speech about how this could be Jin’s greatest album yet if they had you on the team. Apparently Jin has been itching to sink his claws into you ever since he found out you worked with Yoongi; you knew the two of them were friends, but you didn’t realize that your work even drew that kind of attention.

As the man explains what the album concept would be, your resolve almost breaks. Fuck, if it doesn’t sound like something right up your alley. You’re already envisioning everything you could do with this album, the lyrics that are practically writing themselves inside your head. Nevertheless, it isn’t that simple. There’s always a but, and that but is sitting right beside you, droning on about how this album might actually be the one to score Jin his first Grammy win. Jungkook didn’t seem fazed when he saw you the other day, and he sure isn’t fazed now. You’re supposed to be someone he used to love, but the way he’s so nonchalant makes you feel like you were never more than just a mere acquaintance.

When he’s finished, you don’t respond. Instead, you turn to your friend. “Seriously, Tae,” you scoff, glaring at the man sitting across from you. This is the second time that Kim Taehyung has betrayed you in a span of two days; one more strike and you might just key his car. “I can’t believe you ran off to daddy again.”

He rolls his eyes at you while Jungkook raises a brow in amusement and leans back against his chair. “I told you not to say that,” he grumbles. “But honestly, I’m saying this as your best friend–”

“My best friend wouldn’t use my greatest weakness to trick me.”

“Oh my God, just—listen, do you not see what an insane opportunity this is? It’s Kim Seokjoon, for crying out loud. Even I know who that is and you tell me all the time that I have zero knowledge of pop culture.”

“Kim Seokjin,” Jungkook pipes in before you can.

“Oh, shit,” Taehyung scratches his head awkwardly, “right, well, my point still stands. You’ve always wanted something like this to happen, so why are you doing this to yourself now? Just because it’s Ju–”

“Tae.” Your gaze hardens as you look at him, and Jungkook sees how you and the older man communicate without having to utter a single word. He never understood the connection, the bond, between the two of you but he has always appreciated the fact that you have someone like Taehyung. Someone who understands you in ways that he couldn’t, who looks out for you and takes care of you no matter what, who made sure you wouldn’t fall when Jungkook was the one to shatter the ground beneath you.

After a minute, Taehyung softens. “I’m just saying,” he nudges your foot under the table to ease the tension, “when are you gonna get a chance like this again? Some things aren’t worth sacrificing your dreams for.”

He’s right, and you know you’re being childish. When are you going to get an offer of this magnitude? This is your dream; this is something you’ve been working toward all these years. Are you really about to let it pass you by because of Jungkook?

You turn away from both of them and close your eyes, sighing as you expel the weight in your chest. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, “my life is a dumpster fire waiting to blow up. Fucking hell.”

“Language, sailor,” Jungkook scolds you lightly. “How can someone with such a foul mouth write lyrics that beautiful? You never used to swear this much.”

You choose to fire back at him rather than focus on the fact that he listens to your songs. “The keyword here is “used to”. You don’t know me anymore.”

He stares at you, and once again he knows he’s dug his own grave, earning even more points in your bad books. He only meant to be playful, but now he doesn’t know how to respond to that.

Thankfully, Taehyung chimes in. “It can’t hurt to think about it right? It’s a good opportunity.”

Your brows knit together and you fist the hem of your shirt. You look a little distressed, and Jungkook remembers how you used to do this to will yourself before you committed to something you really don’t want to. It used to be research papers for psychology classes, but now it’s him.

“Fine, I will think about it.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” Jungkook says, his voice a little smaller now. He hands you the folder that he’s been holding, and you gulp when his hand brushes yours, just barely. “Here’s the creative brief. Let me know what you think, alright? My business card is in there.”

As Taehyung watches the two of you, he isn’t entirely convinced if this is such a good idea anymore. Career-wise, you’d be out of your mind not to snatch this offer right off the bat; but emotionally speaking, there’s still something that he can’t properly decipher between you and Jungkook.

He sees the way the younger man glances at you, and the way you wouldn’t look at him. Taehyung has noticed how your tone has grown subconsciously more defensive and overly nonchalant the past couple of days, as if you’re trying to convince yourself and everybody else that you’re doing fine. For years, you’ve been claiming that you despise Jungkook and that the resentment you have toward him will never change, but no one has really been able to confirm that hypothesis. You haven’t been in the same room since college, and it’s a hell of a lot easier to say you’re over someone when you aren’t standing in front of them and looking into their eyes.

Nonetheless, it’s his duty as your friend to make sure you choose what’s best for you, and this—no matter how ludicrous it sounds to you—will do you more good than harm. Whatever may happen, he knows you’ll never forgive yourself if you miss this chance. And just like how Taehyung has helped you through your toughest days before, he can do it again. You’ve recovered from Jungkook once, you can do it a second time.

…Right?

Naturally, you had to go and get sloshed that night. Alone, because Taehyung had a work function that he couldn’t skip and though he promised to take you out to drown your sorrows the next day instead, you just couldn’t wait to forget about Jungkook.

On his birthday the year of your breakup, you had called him to wish him a happy birthday even though he never made an effort to reach out to you at all after you went your separate ways; or rather, he went his own way and you were left there all alone. The line rang, and rang, and finally when the call connected, you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs at the sound of a woman’s voice filtering through the speaker, airy and giggly.

“Is this… Jungkook’s phone?” you tried to keep your voice from breaking.

“Jungkook?” the woman sounded confused. “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number.”

You promptly ended the call afterward, not knowing whether to feel relieved that no, he didn’t get a new girlfriend, or dejected because he changed his number and didn’t tell you.

Well, of course, why would he? You broke up and Jungkook made it blatantly obvious that he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. It hurt you to admit it—something that had once been so unimaginable now taking over every aspect of your life—that you had become strangers who once meant the world to each other.

Shit happens. People wake up and fall out of love everyday. People change, then they leave. Life goes on.

It didn’t mean much, but you deleted the number that night.

Now, as you’re staring at this new set of digits you took from the business card Jungkook had given you, anxiety bubbles in your stomach. The fact that you’re actually considering it, means you’ll say yes. It is an incredible opportunity, Taehyung didn’t need to do all of that for you to see it. But partly because it’s Jungkook who’s asking, and you’re weak despite how many times you’ve claimed to hate his guts. Despite wanting to say no with your entire being, he affects you in ways that you never thought were still possible. Though you haven’t agreed to his proposition, your mind is already picturing what will happen when history inevitably repeats itself.

You’ll say yes, he’ll take what he needs from you, and he will leave. You will go back to being strangers again. The numbers staring at you in blue light will be another set for you to delete.

That’s why Jimin is here now, at the wine bar where he’s found himself with Taehyung so many times before just to pick you up and drag your drunken self home.

But Taehyung isn’t here tonight because of the aforementioned work event so Jimin brought backup—it just happens that it’s the same person you're trying your hardest to forget about.

(They were lounging on Jungkook’s couch playing video games when the call came and interrupted Jimin. When Taehyung’s voice rang through the speakers to inform him of your situation and how Jimin would have to handle it alone this time, Jungkook’s curiosity was instantly piqued.

“I’ll take you,” he said to the older man. “You didn’t drive here anyway.”

“Oh, you’re with Kook?” Taehyung asked hesitantly, then went quiet for a moment after Jimin confirmed. “Yeah, sure, you should take him with you. She probably won’t remember it…”)

“Jiminie,” you whine loudly once your friend helps you into the car, “Jiminieee.”

“Yes, what? I’m right here.”

“I saw Jungkook again. Twice.”

“Oh?” He looks at the younger man, unsure of how to proceed. “How did it go?”

Jungkook watches your face in the rearview mirror. Your hooded eyes are looking out the window, blinking lazily every few seconds before closing completely shut. He thinks you might have fallen asleep until you speak up a few minutes later.

“He didn’t ask how I’ve been doing. He just showed up out of the blue because he needed something from me and didn’t even bother to ask if my life’s been okay or anything. I–It made me feel so insignificant.”

For a moment, the already stuffy air in the car thickens. You sound like you’re sober, like you’re saying all of this under the guise of inebriation to see how he would react. But before either man can respond, you’re lolling your head to the side and mumbling incoherently again. Jungkook swallows, and Jimin remains quiet for the rest of the drive. The only sounds are your occasional hiccups and giggles.

When the car pulls up to your apartment complex, Jimin is too preoccupied with hauling you out of the vehicle to notice Jungkook’s hesitation to help him lug you into the building, but he does anyway. He hasn’t touched you in years, and you won’t even remember it in the morning.

It’s been so long, but when his arm wraps securely around your waist, it seems like no time has passed at all. His hand on your body still feels familiar and not as foreign as he would expect. Since you’re mostly leaning against Jungkook, it stirs a strange sensation in his gut when your head falls to rest in the crook of his neck.

The elevator ride only lasts a few minutes, but he can’t focus with the way your warm breath is fanning his skin. When he crashed your lunch date with Taehyung 12 hours earlier, he didn’t expect the day would end like this—with you in his arms again, though the circumstances could’ve been better.

Once you make it to your door, you immediately perk up. “Oh?” You turn to Jungkook, as if you’ve only just noticed him for the first time tonight. “Chimmy, who’s your friend here?”

Jimin doesn’t reply, too busy ruffling through the chaos in your bag to find your keys and letting Jungkook hold you up by himself. (He never understands why women carry so many useless things around. The only things a person should need to bring with them outside are keys, phone and wallet. Maybe a pack of gum and condoms. Why do you even have a flask of vodka when you were already headed to a bar?)

When he takes too long, you turn to him and whisper. “Bitch, your friend is so cute!” (Only you think you’re whispering.) Jungkook chuckles as he tightens his grip on you. He can’t help but think you’re adorable—you’ve always been a cute drunk in his eyes, though if you would probably smack yourself over the head if you were aware of the words coming out of your mouth. It’s nice to hear that you still find some part of him tolerable.

Jimin lets out a triumphant sigh when he finally pulls your keys from the bag. The way he navigates your apartment in the dark and makes a beeline for what Jungkook assumes is your bedroom makes him wonder how many times the older man has done this whenever you’ve had one too many. Jungkook purposefully, albeit awkwardly, stands in the middle of your living room, glancing at your open door at Jimin who’s setting you on the bed and struggling to take off your jacket because you keep flailing your arms trying to hug him. Jungkook could help, but he feels like being in your home is already pushing his luck, let alone your bedroom, even if you aren’t quite conscious of his presence.

He takes the liberty of looking around, smiling to himself when he sees traces of you in every corner. Picture frames are scattered across your apartment—of you and your friends, your family, even Taehyung’s dog Yeontan because you love the little fluff ball so much. Dainty trinkets from your travels and art prints that you always said were pretentious but you secretly liked them anyway.

No photos of you and him, but that makes sense of course.

Jimin emerges from your bedroom after a while, leaving the door ajar to see if you’re sleeping soundly before they leave. This is the first time in years that he has seen you and Jungkook in such close vicinity of each other. Sure, you’re drunk out of your mind, but still.

“She didn’t mean what she said earlier,” he says as he hands Jungkook a glass of water.

“She did. It’s fine, it’s not like she said anything wrong,” he takes a sip to wash away the slight sting creeping up his spine. “Of course I wanna know how she’s been, hyung. I just didn’t think I had the right to ask. I didn’t know it made her feel that way.”

Jimin sighs, unsure of what to say. Wounds that he thought had scabbed over are starting to bleed again, but this time it seems like it’s affecting the both of you. You were once each other’s safe haven, but now the waters are murky, and no one has a single clue on how to chart them.

A couple of sentences, but this might be the most that Jungkook has talked about you in years. You’re in the same circle of friends, your name was bound to come up in conversation. Whenever it happened, he would simply not contribute anything to the topic, or excuse himself to go to the bathroom until chatter about you has stopped.

He has always refused to disclose anything about the breakup when anyone asked. No one knows what really happened back then; not his brother, not his closest friends, and certainly not you.

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