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san-pada · 5 years

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sea.+c.s[3]

the sea is where we go when there’s nowhere to run to.

with your boyfriend always leaving for “business” for his photography shootings, you finally see what he’s actually been doing. and so, you decide to come up with revenge with your friend, choi san. but what happens along the way when both your ex and your ex friend team up together as well?

genre ; drama, fluff

warning : mentions of drugs

san sat next to the white hospital bed, admiring your calm, but beautiful features. the smell of cleaning agents and chemicals in the room burned through his nose, but he’d do anything just to stay with you.

anything just for you.

he noticed how pale your skin was, most likely from the medicine you were being injected with. but that also wasn’t it.

before he came in to visit you, the doctors told him that you had been poisoned by a drug called rohypnol. he had remembered that drug from high school... what did it do again?

before san could think of the past again, you shuffled in your sheets and slightly opened your eyes. san let out a little gasp and scooted closer to you, trying his best to make sure you were okay.

“y/n?” san whispered and stroked your hand with his thumb, “are you okay?”

your eyes were now wide open, examining the room you were located in and taking in the scenery. the room was unfamiliar. all you remember was falling down... and then waking up in the hospital.

“well, i’m not dead am i?” you half jokingly laughed, shaking his hand. san sighed and looked you in your eyes, the little sparkle in the corner glimmering.

you asked what happened with yourself, and he explained everything from how you passed out, to you being poisoned. all of this information sounded like bull to you, but you had to believe it.

the next day you were able to go home and rest. instead of going back to the house that gave and brought you terrible memories of..him, san and his roommate (that you had no idea about) allowed you to stay with them.

you sat on the couch, still a little bit shaken up about what happened the past few days. scrolling through your ex’s social media feed, you decide to unfollow and block him.

while doing so, san’s roommate walks into the living room, taking a seat on the couch in front of you.

“hey y/n...how are you feeling?” renjun questions you. you weakly smiled at him in response.

“i’m fine. thank you. do you know where’s san?”

he pursed his lips and glanced down at his phone, checking the text message he received from san, “yeah, he’s getting some sweets from the bakery for you.”

you grinned, looking back to your phone. it was nice that he was thinking of you all the time, but it made you feel guilty. it seemed like you were “using” him, even when he was the one who chose to treat you like this. it just didn’t seem right to you.

“i would like the crepe cake and the macrons please..thank you!”

san took out the money from his wallet and handed it to the server, walking to sit at one of the cute little tables placed at the window.

san still felt terrible for not protecting you, even when there was really nothing he could do. thoughts were running through his mind, such as who would have done something this extreme to you. the first two people that appeared in his mind was jaegyu and hali.

and no, it wasn’t because he now despised them both, but they also had time to put the drug in your drink. however, they didn’t have time to bring the drink to you, so did they pay the server to do this?

whatever. as long as they don’t have any idea to do it again.

when san heard his name being called out to get his food, he stepped up and grabbed it, thanking the server another time.

walking out the door, he was stopped by a familiar, disgusting, betraying face. actually, it was two.

jaegyu and hali?

“san,” the obnoxiously deep voice said, giving him an up and down look. “what brings you here?”

just keep cool.

“i’m getting sweets for my girlfriend, y/n. what about you?” he replies calm and cool, trying his best to show that he isn’t scared. in the back of his brain, he was intimidated by the tall male and wanted to leave immediately.

“we’re on a date, thanks for asking,” hali sticks her nose up and clutches onto her boy toy like a koala. an ugly koala to be exact. san mentally rolled his eyes at the clingy female and tries to push passed them. jaegyu had other plans and pushed his shoulder, preventing him from walking out the door.

san gave him a disgusted look, gripping the bag of sweets in his hand, “may i help you?”

jaegyu gave him a mischievous smirk and pushed his sunglasses up on his head, “of course you can. we need to talk.”

san tutted at him and looked at the floor, shaking his head at the taller, bulkier boy, “about what, exactly?”

hali sticks her nose into the conversation again, “will you forgive us? you and y/n? i know you san. you’re not the type to hold a grudge on your exes.”

he squeezed the pink paper bag tighter and glared at her, his stare burning a hole into her soul. he really didn’t have time for this nonsense. he just wanted to go home and cuddle with you to make sure you were safe and comfortable. even though he knew renjun would take good care of you, he didn’t want to regret leaving you vulnerable again.

“you’re right,” san gritted his teeth. “i’m not. but i know that you had something to do with y/n’s issue. now cut the shit and let me leave.”

hali lets out a cocky laugh, her head tilting backwards, “oh san.” she reaches over and strokes his bicep playfully, “please? y/n wouldn’t want you to hold a grudge either, i’m pretty sure.”

y/n.

she’s partially correct though. you weren’t the type to hold a grudge on anyone unless they had done something truly unforgivable. this whole situation was pretty unforgivable in san’s opinion, but he really didn’t want you to stress over it again.

he sighs in defeat and let’s his hand relax, “fine.”

“you accepted the apology?”

“is that a problem?”

renjun ruffles his hair while pacing around the kitchen. you were laying on the couch, sleeping peacefully and oblivious to what was going on in the room next door.

“of course it is san,” renjun sighs. “they had something to do with y/n’s poisoning and you know it. you can’t just forgive them like that!”

san leans on the table, inspecting the marble pattern that went in all different directions. like his life, there were many paths that he could’ve taken, but he chose this one.

it was the right choice, right?

“look, ren. i don’t want y/n to stress anymore. she probably wants to forgive them too. she isn’t the type to hold a grudge.”

in response, he just huffs out and stares at the older, “whatever you say.”

they both decided to let go of the topic and talked about what they would do for vacation, thinking that they all should go somewhere relaxing to let go of all the stress. in the end, they decided to go to wuzhizhou island-- a place in china.

when you woke up, san informed you about the planned trip, and your reaction was to immediately hug him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him in like you haven’t seen him in a decade.

“don’t be cute like that,” san pouted, pulling away from the hug and looking at your eyes.

you laugh at him, your eyes turning into crescent moons. he admired every single feature on you from your beautiful sparkling eyes, your soft, plump lips, and overall anything and everything that made you perfect.

you catch him staring at your lips for a little while, thinking it was a good idea to tease him. giving him a little grin, you bop his nose and he shakes out of his thoughts.

“sorry,” he mumbles, looking at your eyes and then switching back to your lips. “you’re too beautiful.”

your eyes widened at his words, and you immediately catch yourself staring at his lips now. both of you exchanged glances and bored into each other’s eyes, exchanging the love you both shared.

but you were just pretending.

this relationship is not real.

but at this moment you didn’t care. not at all. even if this relationship was going to be non existent when the revenge plan was over, you wanted to spend all the time you had with him. the only real person in your life at the moment.

in a flash, your lips were connected with his, the shape of his perfect, soft lips molding into yours. it felt too good, even when deep down you knew there were no feelings involved. it just happened. you wanted to forget jaegyu, forget everything about him.

“san..” you whined, tugging at his shirt. he nips at the corner of your lips and pulls your hips closer to his torso. the heat exchanged from your lips burning with some type of passion. a passion you never shared with jaegyu.

it actually felt like you were loved.

“sannie, please?” you pouted when he pulled away, his lips glistening with saliva. he grins at you and gives you a loving peck.

“sweetie, you’re still hurt. let’s give you some time to recover from him and maybe i’ll give it to you.”

you crossed your arms and he laughs at your neediness, “you’re so mean!”

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renywrites · 5 years

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Old Habits Die Hard

Keith and Lance’s New Year’s Resolutions:

1. Eat less sweets

2. Work out every morning

3. Go to bed early

4. Organize the basement

5. Spend more time with each other

One

Lance was very weak when it came to sugar. And of course, Keith had put ‘cut back on sugar’ at the top of their resolutions list, like some kind of monster. Maybe it would be better at the bottom of the list? Or in the middle? It was kind of insulting that he had put it at the top! And that knowing little look he’d given Lance? Ugh.

Keith’s unreasonable request was the exact reason why Lance was in the kitchen at 2:43am, sitting on the floor and halfway through a carton of rocky road ice cream. He was eating it out of spite. His boyfriend was being ridiculous, and Lance was not going to stand for it.

In retrospect, maybe eating a carton of ice cream just a few hours before he had to wake up and get ready for work had been a really bad idea. Lance groans, burying his face in his pillow and clutching his stomach.

“Should I stay home?” Keith frets, checking his forehead for the millionth time. “You seemed fine last night…”

“No!” Lance says quickly. Keith did not need to see him drown himself in pepto bismol and Sprite. Also, there might be a couple empty ice cream cartons he needed to dispose of. Just a couple. “No, go to work… I’ll be fine. It’s probably just a 24 hour thing.”

His boyfriend gives him an odd look, then rolls his eyes. “Does this have anything to do with the empty ice cream carton in the freezer?”

His blood freezes in his veins and he swallows very loudly. “No?” He says, very convincingly. Keith was going to be so convinced.

There’s a soft scoff and then a hand ruffling his hair fondly. “I knew it. I’ll call your work and let them know you caught a bug. Want me to have Hunk bring you some crackers and Sprite?”

“Please…” He moans, clutching his stomach as another wave of nausea hits.

“Will do,” Keith chuckles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “And tonight when I get home, I’m getting rid of anything sugary we still own. I’ll find that secret stash of yours, McClain.”

There’s a sense of finality in his tone that both makes him nervous and turns him on a little. “Okay.” He mumbles guiltily, settling in to deal with his horrible mistake.

Two

“I don’t want to.” Keith groans, pulling the blankets up over his head.

Lance puts his hands on his hips, huffing. “Keith Kogane, you were the one who decided it would be a good idea to get up at the ass crack of dawn and go to the gym.”

“We did that yesterday.” The Korean whines petulantly.

“The list says every morning, so we’re going.”

The covers are pushed back slowly, revealing a mop of messy black hair and amethyst eyes narrowed to evil little slits. Surprisingly, Lance was the early bird in this relationship. It drove Keith absolutely nuts, which was why he had decided that if he was going to be disturbed by his boyfriend in ungodly hours of the morning, he might as well make the most of it.

But this morning, he was not having it.

Lance is unprepared for the sudden attack, squawking as his boyfriend launches himself at him, yanking him gracelessly back into the bed and aggressively koala hugging him.

“No.” Comes the verdict.

Lance almost wants to struggle, but then Keith presses a line of kisses over the exposed skin of his neck and tucks the warm blanket around them, and he’s weak. Leave it to Keith to play dirty.

“Okay.” He sighs.

And there went their second resolution.

Three

“We should go to bed.” Lance yawns, rubbing his eyes and looking at the clock. It read 10:38pm.

Keith glances up from his computer, where he’d been playing Poptropica for the past three hours, hoping lance hadn’t noticed (He had). “Can’t we stay up for another half hour? I’m almost done with this isla- uh… thing.”

Lane throws him an amused look, picking up the book on the coffee stable he’d been meaning to read. “Yes, finish playing Zomberry Island. We can stay up another half hour.”

His boyfriend gives him a sheepish, grateful little smile before turning back to his screen. The two settle into comfortable silenced, the sounds of clicking coming from Keith’s computer and the rasp of pages against fingertips filling the room between them.

Time flies past, neither of them really keeping tabs. Keith finishes Zomberry Island and starts on another one, completely engrossed in the screen. Lance loses himself to the plot of his book. Neither of them notice the time.

Well, not until Lance’s phone buzzes angrily, letting him know that it was well past the time for it to be plugged in for the night. He passes a hand over his face and marks the page, sitting up to see what it was fussing about. He freezes when he reads the time.

3:07am.

“Keith,” Lance says, staring in silent horror. “Babe, I think we should go to bed.”

“But I’m almost…” He trails off, falling back into his hyperfixation.

“No, Kogane, it’s bedtime.” Lance walks over, gently pulling his hands from the keyboard and stealing a kiss.

Keith gives him a dazed look, then glowers. “Hey, I was focusing.”

“I know.” He says, amused. He turns his phone on, then shows him the time. Keith’s eyes widen. “But it’s seriously time for us to go to sleep.”

Keith’s mouth twists into a wry smile as he lets Lance pull him from the chair and towards their bedroom. “We’re really bad at this whole resolutions thing, aren’t we?”

“The worst.” Lance laughs.

Four

“No.” Lance says stubbornly, standing at the top of the basement stairs. “Absolutely not.”

Keith kicks a box out of his way, wading into the piles of random and useless crap and the sea of boxes. “But we said that we’d do this.”

“The Lance that said we’d clean this monstrosity was also drunk and considering dying his hair bright pink. I am not that Lance anymore, Keith.”

The Korean lets out a snort of amusement, looking up at a stack of boxes that was taller than him. “Well… somebody’s gotta do it.”

Lance crosses his arms, leaning against the banister. “That somebody is not going to be me. And knowing you, you’re going to get through half of this and I’ll find you at four in the morning sitting in a pile of old clothes and covered in dust because you found an old toy and you’re playing with it.”

Keith gives the boxes a reproachful look, but even he can’t deny that. “Yeah…”

“We can bribe the Holts and Hunk to do it with pizza and beer.” Lance shrugs.

“Yeah.” His boyfriend nods, hardly taking a second to agree. “Yep. Okay. Let’s do that.”

“C’mon, mullet.” Lance chuckles. “Get outta there before I lose your short ass to dust and spiders.”

“Spiders?!” Keith shrieks, immediately jumping away from the boxes and bounding up the stairs.

“You fought intergalactic space monsters and you’re afraid of spiders?” Lance laughs, switching off the light and closing the basement door.

“It’s different, Lance! They have too many eyes and legs!”

“Whatever you say.” Comes the amused reply as they leave the messy basement to debate arachnids.

Five

“So I bought all of the movies you texted me because I couldn’t pick. Also I got Mike and Ikes, licorice, Reese’s, Twix, and a shit ton of other stuff. And Chinese.”

Lance looks up as Keith dumps the haul down on the counter, smiling fondly and nursing his cup of tea. His boyfriend looks up, then walks over and tips his chin up, giving him a soft kiss.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks quietly, his amethyst eyes searching Lance’s.

The Cuban gives him a wobbly, wet smile, shrugging. He’d forgotten a dose of his anti-anxiety meds and had called Keith at work in the middle of a panic attack. Keith had immediately packed his things, talking to Lance as he headed to the store to pick up things for a relaxing evening.

“C’mon.” Keith says, his tone soothing, leading Lance to the couch. “You relax and I’ll put a movie in.”

Lance settles himself on the couch while Keith slots a disney movie into the DVD player, bustling about to get their food and snacks ready for the night. It was going to be a long one. Keith was determined to calm his boyfriend down so he could sleep easily tonight.

The two settle into a cocoon of food and drinks and blankets, ready for their night.

“Thank you.” Lance says quietly as the opening credits of their movie start rolling.

“Of course.” Keith gives a soft look and an even softer kiss. “We’ll make Friday nights movie nights, okay?”

“Okay.” Lance whispers, pillowing his head against Keith’s shoulder, smiling to himself.

Maybe they were bad at keeping trivial resolutions, but they excelled at the ones that meant the most. And, really, that was all that mattered.

#klance #keith #lance #new years resolution

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boysinthecity · 6 years

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Reverse Heroine | IV

parts: ➳ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 / ?

a supposedly only 2 part fic ft. fuckboy!jungkook x reader

summary: because platonic love is underrated

genre: college au, fluff/angst

word count: 5.4k

a/n: its been too long. but i’m finally back to writing! that’s if anyone is still up for reading this 👼🏻 anyways, please let me know how u feel about this chapter! also i didn’t proofread.

“Hey-”

“Hey!”

You stop in your footsteps when you feel a hand land on your shoulder, meeting eyes with Jungkook – who’s catching his breath when he calls your name. With a small smile on your lips, you pull your earphones out of your ear.

“Sorry, I – uh -” You gestured at the white earbuds, “couldn’t hear you.”

Jungkook flashes his signature bunny grin, giving you a brief shake of his head. “It’s fine.” He looks down on the floor for a short second, before meeting your gaze again. “So, um - you suddenly left yesterday-”

Memories from yesterday flood in. After the realization of your growing affections for the boy, it was painful to witness Jungkook look at Daeun like she was his world, his everything. You were getting ahead of yourself again, false expectations of something more. Jungkook has always seen you with a friend, he never did anything that made you believe otherwise. No, you couldn’t ruin your friendship with him like that, you couldn’t betray Jungkook.

“Oh – I got a text from Tae, saying he needed my help for something.” Words flow out smoothly as you lie without hesitation.

Jungkook’s eyes flashes with worry, “Did something bad happened?” He takes a step closer and a rush of guilt hits you for lying to his face. “Are you alright? Yo- you didn’t get hurt or anything, right?”

You quickly shake your head, dismissing any uneasiness that was lingering in his mind. “It was nothing important! He was just asking me about the-” You pause, quickly saying out the first thing that pops in your head “-physics assignment.” You start nod repeatedly, hoping that you can convince him more than you convinced yourself.

“I see…” Jungkook mumbles, looking away to quickly scan the walking crowds on campus grounds. You stall for a moment, scolding yourself that you have to stop acting so weird before Jungkook realises that something has changed.

“Are you okay, though?” You ask, sincere eyes peering at him. “Your talk with Daeun, I’m guessing that it all went well…?” It was hard to miss how Jungkook’s lips pull into a grin again, beaming with happiness. There was no doubt that the boy had been waiting to discuss about this topic with you. That’s what you are good for – when he had girl problems.

“I thought about it, Y/N. I really did.” He tells you, “From now on, I’m going to really focus on being her friend again – someone that she needs. And whatever feelings I have right now, I’m sure they’ll go away eventually, you know?”

“Right…they’ll go away…” Your voice echoes after Jungkook, telling yourself the same exact words. You need to pull yourself out of this tangled web of suppressed feelings before you sink in even deeper. “I’m happy for you, Kook. I really am.” A warm smile is playing on his lips when he hears your response, making you naturally returning the gesture. “By the way, we’re still on for tonight?”

His eyes widen, before muttering a curse under his breath.

“….and you forgot.”

A surge of panic flashes across Jungkook’s features, creating a little knit between his eyebrows. “It-it’s just that I promised Daeun yesterday that we’d do a movie night just like the old ti- I’m so, so, sorry, Y/N. You know how long it has been since we’ve – ”

It can’t be helped that you could only look away in slight disappointment, trying to focus on the scrambling students in the background rather than the boy in front of you. Jungkook seems to have sense your sudden change of mood, stopping himself immediately.

“Actually, I’ll just ask Daeun if we can do a raincheck. I promised you first, it’d be unfai-”

“It’s fine, Kook.” You interrupt him, suddenly feeling bad at how difficult you were making things for him. You told yourself to never be one of those girls, the ones that played mind games and guilt trip people around them. You’ve already decided that you are going to stick by his side as a good friend, and you should follow through. “You go have fun with Daeun, okay? We can just go to the new arcade another today.” A convincing smile plays at your lips, and Jungkook fails to hide the sudden look of relief on his face.

“You are seriously the best, Y/N.” He wraps his arms around you, so tightly that your laughs end up sounding like you were choking. “I’ll make it up to you next time – I swear. But for tonight, I think you should still go to the arcade, you deserve a break after your exams.” Jungkook suggests, a grin on his lips. “Besides, Taehyung would cry in happiness if he could go with you.”

“Tae? I thought you said that he was busy when I asked you to invite hi-”

Jungkook stifles a laugh, eyes shifting away from your gaze.

“-Jeon Jungkook! You didn’t invite him, again?” Your eyes narrow into slits, playfully slapping the boy on his arm. Jungkook backs away, eyes smiling so hard that you couldn’t even see them anymore. Before he runs away from your flaming wrath of fury, he shouts.

“I’ll tell Tae to meet you at 8:00!”

And it turns out that not only was your date late – but it was also different Kim that greeted you.

Kim Namjoon.

He was still catching his breath when you felt a tap on your shoulders, finding Namjoon standing before you. Even in a state of frenzy, he still manages to look strikingly handsome – expected no less from the boy who stole your heart in your high school days. He has a small dimpled smile on his lips when he shyly waves to you. You, on the other hand, did not look so pleased at the new visitor.

“Why are you here?” Your voice was cold, matching the stoic and emotionless expression on your face. “I was told that Taehyung would meet me instead.”

Namjoon frowns slightly, unable to hide his disappoint at the obvious distance that you’ve casted between the two of you. “Always the coldness, huh?” When he sees your lack of response at his comment, he quickly tries to gather your attention before you can turn your back on him. “I was beside Tae when Jungkook called him, and…kind of overheard about your plans on coming here tonight.” He pauses to take a look at whether you were actually listening or not. “Taehyung was supposed to be the one meeting you here tonight – but then he suddenly remembered about his Zoology midterm tomorrow and was kind of panicking because that kid has seriously not touched a single page of his material since school started but then he was afraid that if he told Jungkook he won’t get another chance to chill with you because Kook can be a little possessive piece of shit at tim-”

Namjoon halts when he notices your impatience ticking away – he appears to have gone off track, again. He quickly clears his throat, feeling a little jittery under your cold gaze and it’s just always been so entertaining to him how you �� someone so small and endearing like you could always make him feel like a young boy with his first love. ‘Pull yourself together, Namjoon. It’s not the time to be reminiscing about how stupid you’ve been to have let this girl-“.

“I’m not here to listen about how much of a little shit Jungkook is, because I’m well aware of that already.” You calmly speak, interrupting his train of thought. There were no traces of humor on your face but Namjoon knew – that this was your way of telling a joke. It’s a little peculiar on how you expressed yourself at times but he could almost feel his heart tighten at how adorable you looked in this moment.

Namjoon chuckles softly before speaking again. “Pretty much, I watched Taehyung have a mini-mental breakdown and offered to go in his place, sincerely.”

You perch your lips. “Doesn’t seem that sincere considering that you were late for 20 minutes-”

A brown cup holder with 2 bubble teas appear within your vision, with a slightly flustered Namjoon in the back. “I wanted to surprise you with your favourite drink.” He pauses when he sees the glint in ur eyes and a hint of your smile. “And I already exchanged the tokens for the games.” You look down at his other hand and find a plastic bag with numerous silver coins.

Namjoon stands still in front of you, eyes glued on the floor - afraid to look up and face the possibility that you were already gone. Instead, a hand snatches one of the drinks and walks past him. Namjoon immediately turns around and finds you raising your eyebrows at him.

“Well, are you gonna come with? Or…” You take a sip of your drink, attempting to hide your smile.

“Y-Yeah!” Namjoon almost jumps up with enthusiasm as he follows you close behind.

By the end of the night, you’ve already lost count of how many times Joon has made you laugh so hard that you felt tears at the corners of your eyes. To his dismay, they were not intentional - most of them were attempts to be cool but all ended up being the opposite. And with only a few coins left, the both of you decided to try your luck at the claw machine.

Namjoon almost broke the glass when he walked straight into a machine that had these baby blue koala pillows. You walked towards the other side of the machine and almost squealed at how cute the koalas looked with a soft sleepy smile. You chuckle when you see that Namjoon is still staring at the dolls - cheeks squished against the glass and eyes gleaming.

Perhaps its moments like these when you remember why Namjoon is your first love.

“Okay move over, Joon. Let the master show you how its done.” You stretch dramatically and smugly jut your chin forward.

“W-wait! That’s not how it’s supposed to be! I’m supposed to be the one who-” Namjoon doesn’t even have a moment to react before you give him a light push to slide over. A finger lands on his lips, and he stares at you in mild surprise.

“Hush, young one.” You whisper under your breath, “I need to be in my zone.” In response, you receive soft laughter emitting from his lips that was soon silenced by your glare.

“It’s all yours.” He bows at you teasingly. Neither of you spoke another word when you moving the handle, with absolute silence in the background. Namjoon watches in tension as the claw starts moving towards the doll, coming down to pick at the ear-

And it misses.

“Argh!” You let out a frustrated grunt. “Stupid Kim Namjoon! You interrupted me with your loud stupid voice!” At this point, Namjoon could only look at you with a loving smile on his lips – he has realised that he was absolutely weak for you. It was unbearable for him to see how damn cute you are. The revelation bring him back to a conversation with Yoongi hyung back in his third year.

“Honestly, she is just batshit crazy!” Namjoon groans as he slams the door shut, causing a surprised Yoongi to flinch.

“I’m guessing you’re talking about Jessica?” He resumes munching on the pack of chips in his hands, eyes unfazed as he continues his Nolan marathon.

“It’s only been like – what, 2 weeks? – since we’ve started dating and she’s already throwing her temper at me!”

‘Damn, Anne Hathaway really does make a good catwoman’, Yoongi thinks.

Namjoon doesn’t notice Yoongi’s lack of attention so he continues anyways. “I was just asking my classmate, who just so happens to be a female, about our midterm and she gets so fucking jealous about it!” His voice thunders across the entire house, finally bringing Yoongi to cast a glance towards his direction. At this very moment, the new Alpha Sig recruits downstairs shudder in fear at the shouting above. A silent remainder to never piss of the VP Internal – the man is not the composed and friendly person he appears to be.

“Okay…but –”

“And the worst part? She does all this in the library where everyone is trying to study!” Namjoon flops onto Yoongi’s bed and groans, oblivious to his friend’s eyebrow twitch.

Yoongi finally puts his chips down and turns his chair to face the younger man, fingers adjusting his glasses upwards. “First of all,” He blinks, “Get. Off. My. Bed.”

It doesn’t take another word for Namjoon to quickly slide onto the floor – eyes looking up towards Yoongi, who then grunts in approval and goes back to his laptop screen.

“Second, you don’t seem to even like the chick that much. Why are you even dating her?”

“Uhh –” It takes a few moments before Namjoon speaks again. “she’s hot?” His tone sounds unconvincing to Yoongi. “Plus, Prez been telling me that Alpha Sig always goes for the hottest girls. And the Kappas, are the equivalent to hot girls.”

Yoongi laughs, not the sincere ones – but more of the single “Hah!” that he always does. “So you’re dating a bimbo – who can’t tell the difference between HIV and HPV, to show our equally intelligent President, that you got ‘game’.” Yoongi’s words drip in sarcasm. “Sounds about right, kid.”

Before Namjoon can further question his friend’s presence in the fraternity, Yoongi speaks up again to defend himself. “Like I said too many times, I’m only apart of this frat for the credentials and the singles room. Also, my fossil of a brother was like the President a few decades ago so I didn’t even need to go through hazing.”

“Didn’t Joonki sunbae-nim like graduate only two years ag–”

“As I was saying,” Yoongi interrupts him, “Look Namjoon, if the girl is someone that you truly like, then everything she does will only make you fall for her harder. Even when she’s roasting your head in flames– it’d be cute.”

Namjoon snaps out of his daze when he realises that there were no more tokens left. He sees you holding the last coin, eyes tightly shut and suddenly widening them. As you insert it into the machine, you’re mumbling some sort of good luck chant and Namjoon could finally understand what Yoongi meant.

“Yeah, definitely cute.” He whispers.

You snap your head to the left. “What did you say?” Your attention on Namjoon was short-lived because before he could respond with some lame, made-up answer, the happy tune starts playing from the machine again.

“One last time, I got this!”

A little more right…more…mor–perfect!

You clench your eyes shut to press the button, slightly hesistant to make the final move. And right before you press your finger down, Namjoon stealthily tilts the handle towards the left. Oblivious to the change, you bob your head excitedly along with the music as the the two of you watch the claw coming down and catches the koala right in the centre.

You let out a squeal that catches the attention of your neighbours, who consisted of other college students releasing their stress on a Wednesday night. Oh yeah, Namjoon was definitely getting some familiar stares. “Joon! I did it!” You jump up and down whilst slapping your hand against his arm. He happily grins at you in return.

“Yeah, you did.”

The impatience and excitement running in your blood makes you pick up the pillow before it is even released from the claw. And in your arms, the pillow feels exactly as soft as it looks. As you gently brush your hands against the plushie, you notice that the koala’s smile oddly reminds you of Namjoon himself. It takes a short moment before you remember to hand the prize towards Namjoon. “Here! For you.”

If you were trying to hide the fact that you really like the doll as well– you failed miserably. The president was not short of being called ignorant by other girls, but let’s just say that the ignorance was selective. Instead, he just playfully pinches your cheeks and softly shakes his head.

“No, you keep it.” Namjoon pushes the prize back towards you. “You’re the one who got it.”

“Yeah, but I said that I’d win it for yo-”

“I have a lot of stuffed animals in my bedroom already. Don’t worry about it.”

You look up towards Namjoon, “You sure?” He nods in reassurance, lips pulling into a wide grin when you jump up in happiness. If you weren’t so occupied with your newly prized possession, you would be able to see that Namjoon looks at you as if you were the galaxy itself.

“Come on, let’s go.” He nudges you on the shoulder. “I’ll walk you home.”

The walk back was calm with a comfortable silence between the two of you. The stars above twinkled in the clear sky. For the first time since forever, you feel as if you can face Namjoon with a smile again.

Everybody deserves a second chance– you think to yourself.

Sure, Namjoon is your first love, but he was also your friend and confidant before you let your feelings control the best of you. And whatever that happened in your first year, he already apologised. There shouldn’t be a reason for you to hold onto the past if it only makes you miserable.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Namjoon clears his throat.

“It’s your stop.” He tilts his head in the direction of your apartment building– with a smile that has never left his lips for the entire night.

“Oh, right. Sorry, I was totally dazing off-”

“Actually, I have something to tell you.” He speaks up again, unsure whether he should continue. But when you are looking at him without a hint of hostility in your eyes, he takes it as sign to keep going.

“I just– I want to properly apologise for what I did back then.” Namjoon’s eyes stay on your own, unwavering and focused. “I wish I had a good reason, but I really don’t. My judgement was clouded by my peers and– wait no– I shouldn’t blame it on someone else.” His gaze on you lowers, letting his bangs cover his eyes. “I became too engrossed at how others saw me– I wanted to fit in so badly.” A sigh escapes from Namjoon’s lips.

“Joon, it’s okay. I get it.” You walk towards the boy, fingers softly brushing the hair falling down on his face. “We all make mistakes-”

“No, Peanut, it’s not okay.” Namjoon gives himself a moment before continuing. “I wanted to be validated by people who wanted me to be someone I wasn’t. So I did things– things that I shouldn’t have done and…hurt the people that meant the world to me.” He takes a short breath in between. “No, they still mean the world to me.” The last part came out as a soft murmur and Namjoon regretted it instantly.

He needed to tell you how he truly feels about you– no more hiding and being afraid.

You suddenly feel warmth against your hand, finding Namjoon’s hand wrapped around your own, so tightly as if he was afraid that you would disappear. “I must right my wrongs. And this time, I won’t hesitate to chase after what I want.” His brown eyes pierce into yours and all the uneasiness was now determination.

“I won’t let you go– not this time.”

“Just come meet me at the frat house first! The guys miss you, especially Taehyung.” A voice blares through your phone, “I don’t get why you’re suddenly avoiding the place.”

You let out an unamused grunt across the line. “I just– I don’t wanna.” A few seconds of silence pass through before Jungkook speaks again.

“Did something happen?” His voice comes out to be a lot more serious, changing the atmosphere of the conversation immediately. “If one of the guys did anything to you, I swear– ”

“Nothing happened, Kook!” A surge of panic rushes through you, not wanting Jungkook to overreact. “Fine, I’ll come. Meet you in 10?” You can feel Jungkook beaming in victory across the other line.

“See you!” He exclaims before you hang up in him.

The walk to Alpha Sig took less than 10 minutes, but that was considering the fact that you walked in a rather brisk pace. Before you knew it, you find yourself in front of the familiar brown building with white pillars. Upon entering, Jin immediately gives you his warmest smile and greets you.

“Y/N! It’s been a while. Looking for Jungkook?”

A nervous smile casts upon your face, hoping not to dwell in the foyer for too long. Jin doesn’t fail to notice how your eyes were dodgy and looking around the house as if you were searching for someone.

“Or are you avoiding someone?” He teases.

“Maybe– both?” You reply sheepishly.

Jin chuckles to himself, amused to the ordeal that you were going through. “He just left like an hour ago, said something about writing his midterm paper.”

Relief rushes through you as you say thanks to Jin before running up the stairs and heads straight to Jungkook’s room.

As you close the door behind you, Jungkook bounces up from his bed and comes to you with his signature bunny grin. “You’re finally here!” He sings, “God, that 10 minutes felt like forever.”

You can’t help but chuckle at how adorable he was. Sometimes you wonder if Jeon Jungkook is the same infamous campus fuck boy that you first met him as – which brings to you realise, Jungkook hasn’t seem to be sleeping around lately. Not since the two of you have been practically seeing each other every single day. Although the past week has been a little different, with Jungkook sometimes cancelling on you or telling you that he wasn’t in the studio.

Nonetheless– he was still your good friend.

“So, Kook,” You walk to his desk chair and sit down. “What do you want to do today?”

“Actually, I kind of wanted to go to this new vegan place downtown. But I just checked the weather report and it’s going to rain soon.” Jungkook looks like a disappointed toddler who got his candy taken away when he mentions the forecast. “I really wanted to bring you there because I know how much you love that health conscious stuff.”

“It’s alright.” You reassure him, giving him a soft tickle on the chin. “You know I’d always be down for a movie and delivery.”

“But we always do that.” Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, “I want to do more– I don’t know– date stuff?” The last part comes out soft, as if he was shy about saying it.

“Date stuff?” Now this boy was just making you very confused.

Jungkook scratches his ear, looking a little perplexed. “I mean like, dates between friends.” He speaks quickly, unsure himself of where this conversation was heading.

“Jungkook, leave all the fun date ideas and whatnot for when you actually start dating someone that you like.” Your tone is laidback and playful. And for a moment, it almost looks like Jungkook’s eyes are brimming with hidden emotions. You quickly brush away any speculations though, because Jungkook would never– yeah, you definitely thought wrong.

“But when you’re with your good ol’ pal– me. You know I’d be good with just chilling and doing absolutely nothing.”

“But-”

“No buts.” You interrupt him, with a sneaky grin on your face. “Now quickly choose a movie and a place where we can stuff our faces with food from.”

Jungkook looks at you for a short moment before giving you a smile. “Yeah, okay.”

“I’m going to take a quick shower first, okay? The walk here made me kind of sweaty and gross.” When he gives you a brief nod, you walk into his closet to grab a clean towel. It never fails to amuse you how organised Jungkook was when it comes to doing his laundry. Perhaps you should make him start doing your dirty laundry for you. You grab the one with a giant pig nose print on it – that brat bought it especially for you to use – and head to the bathroom. “You better be done choosing when I’m finished!” You pressure the boy behind you, who just laughs and throws his clean t-shirt in your way.”

“Aye aye Captain.”

Stepping out of the bathtub, you pat yourself dry before slipping into Jungkook’s tee and your own sweats. Right before you were about to open the door, you notice that there were voices on the other side. “Is Hobi back?” You mumble to yourself but then realise that it was a female voice. It starts with quiet and unstable sobbing, gradually calming down before the girl whispers her next words.

“Kookie, help me forget. Please.”

There is something unsettling stirring inside of you that made you feel like that things are about to go wrong, very wrong.

Jungkook sighs softly on the other side. “I-I can’t. This is wrong.”

You didn’t want to intrude on Jungkook’s privacy so you decided that it was best to stay in the bathroom until the matter was solved. It wasn’t like you wanted to eavesdrop into their conversation but they were not exactly being discreet with their voices. Silence fills the air before someone speaks again.

“It didn’t stop you from the first time.” It was the girl again.

“Stop mentioning that.” His voice bursts in pain. “I deeply regret for making it happen.” The agony in Jungkook’s voice makes your own heart to ache. And there is only one person you can think of who could make Jungkook suffer like that. “We shouldn’t have done that to J-”

“Well guess what?” She pauses before screaming the next part. “Fuck Jimin!” You start to hear louder sobs on the other side. “I can’t do this anymore, I should have chosen you instead. You wouldn’t have treated me like this, right?”

Jimin? What the hell was going on? All the puzzle pieces come together when you realise that it must be Daeun who was speaking to Jungkook outside, but the conversation was just making you very confused. Your scattered thoughts keep you deeply bothered for a few long minutes, blocking on the noises from outside. You were unsure of when to step outside the bathroom, but you knew that you couldn’t stay in here forever.

Oh screw it. You turn the knob and push the door open.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you were definitely not prepared to see what was in front of you. Lee Daeun was sitting atop of Jungkook – the two of them half dressed and passionately making out and with obvious intentions to go even further.

So this is what Daeun meant by ‘making her forget’.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck.”

You don’t even try to conceal the amount of displeasure in your voice, immediately grabbing the attention of the two bodies on the bed. When Jungkook sees you in his vision– it was like he has woken up from a trance – his eyes widen as he cusses under his breath. Jungkook quickly pushes Daeun off of him and sit upright in attempt to gain whatever composure he had left.

“F-fuck. Y/N, I can explain.” He stutters, flustered and ashamed of whatever that was going on. Jungkook struggles to fix his pants as Daeun sits on the corner of his bed with her head down.

You were not proud of your bad temper, but at this moment it was really something that you couldn’t control.

“This really crosses the line, Jeon.” You hiss, no patience to listen to what he had to say. “I didn’t give a shit when you were just sleeping around, but ruining relationships? And atop of that, a relationship between your two close friends?” Stepping towards Jungkook, you refuse to break any eye contact before whispering your next words.

“Now that’s low.”

Your statement has undoubtedly stab Jungkook right where it hurts the most. He lowers his head in shame, unable to face you. Instead, it’s another voice that speaks up– one that you were not very fond of.

“Stop criticising when you have no idea what is going on!” Daeun glares at you from the corner of his bed, eyes red and swollen from the crying. “Kookie has just been helping me with my problems with Jimin.”

Now you know that it must be your bias speaking, but you just didn’t have the tolerance to deal with Daeun and her little victim act. Not right now.

“No offence, Daeun.” Your laugh was humourless. “But I wasn’t talking to you.” You seethe. Before she can retaliate, Jungkook shoots a glare at her way to make her quiet down.

A few moments of silence sits dangerously in the atmosphere. You feel like your mentality was going haywire with all the emotions running inside of you. Anger? Disappointment? Or was it heartbreak?

Right before you decided that you did not want to be in this room anymore, Jungkook speaks up. He runs his fingers through his hair, looking visibly distressed.

“Daeun, do you think you can go home first?” He says softly, “I need to talk to Y/N.”

She nods timidly as she dresses herself and makes her way to the door. Right before she exits, Daeun gives the two of you another glance and leaves.

When you are positive that she has left, you find yourself releasing a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Energy strained and tired, you turn your back and start walking towards Hoseok’s bed to sit down.

To be completely honest, you had no idea how to face this situation. You aren’t sure of how you were supposed to feel in this situation.

‘You are his friend, nothing more.’ These words loops in your head before you start talking again.

“Jungkook, I can’t help you get over this heartbreak if you keep walking right into it.” You whisper. “Can’t you see that all of this is really unhealthy?”

Jungkook finally looks up and makes eye contact with you. His eyes are lost– so fragile as if they will shatter if you were not careful. “She said that she will leave Jimin soon. And-” He smiles weakly at you. “I really believe that-”

And that pisses you off – all your attempts to help Jungkook when he didn’t even want to be helped. It was frustrating to watch him put himself in this situation, he deserves so much better. You knew the next words would hurt him, but they were also necessary.

“If she had the intention of leaving Jimin, she would’ve done it before she start ‘this’ with you! She is using you for her own selfish reasons.” You don’t even realise how fervent your voice has gotten. “You are just her toy, Jungkook.”

The anger in his eyes almost frightens you, he has never looked at you with so much resentment. Jungkook’s fists are clenched as he starts walking in your direction, stopping when his face was right in front of yours.

“Why can’t you just be happy for me!” Jungkook has never raised his voice at you like this. “You know what?” He exasperates, “This is why I didn’t want to tell you. I knew you’d judge me like this.” A low growl sits in his throat. “Do you just want everyone to be miserable and pathetic like you?”

The moment that those words left from his lips, he could feel regret flowing through his veins.

“Fuck. I-I don’t mean it that wa-”

His hand reaches out to grab onto your wrists, but before he could – you had taken a step back and the look in your eyes make Jungkook feel disgusted at himself. He is struggling to put the words he actually meant to say together but when he searches for your eyes again, you had already left him alone in his room.

You slam the door shut behind you, skidding to a stop when you see the boys staring right at you. Jin tries to give you a hug but your hand gently brushes it away. No, you couldn’t break down right in front of them, not when Jungkook was just right behind. Without saying another word to them, you ignored their worried expressions and sprint down the stairs.

Jungkook was right, it was raining outside.

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Mystic Messenger Werewolf AU

I did a colab with one of the most talented and creative fanfiction writer on Tumblr @elvendara on the Werewolf AU. Please if you are interested in this Au then be free to check her out and support her!

This is the part 2 of Mc’s Cheetah form from a request:

She has been running for miles and miles until she couldn't see anything familiar anymore. Her new form gave her a new experience in life that she had dreamed for, she could speed away inside the woods and not care about Saeyoung feeling bad and slowing down. To be clear the exact thing was happening again but Seayoung and Saeran were the ones behind.

They have been running for more than 4 hours by now, she can tell by the moon that was shining in the middle of the dark sky.She stopped after a long time in the deep center of the forest every bit of her energy used. She was running all this time and only stopped to hear the howling coming from the very far end of the forest.

Saeran and Saeyoung had a big struggle keeping up with MC. Saeyoung in one point was so scared that MC might be lost because they haven't been this deep into the forest with her but Saeran reassured him that she is more than capable of finding the path home.

MC stopped besides the lake close to their house. She couldn't even find the energy to stand. She fell sideways on the ground, panting really hard. The twins were not too far away, Saeran was the first on the sense MC's sent not moving, he howled and informed his brother and soon after run in the direction of the sent.

They made it and the first thing Saeyoung noticed was his wife lying on the ground. In no time he was besides her, worry took over him too soon. He transoformed back to his human form and shook MC body "Hey MC are you OK" he took her head into his hands and stroke it. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. Saeran moved besides his brother and peeked at MC. It didn't take him long to understand that she was just exhausted, she just got the form a few hours ago. "She is fine, it looks like she is just tired." Saeran said, transforming back, and ruffled his hair, getting the leaves and sticks out.

Saeyoung looks at his brother and then back at MC. She licked his face to wide away the worried look on his face and created a smile. "We should go back, Yoosung will be worried." Saeran patted her stomach and stood up. He started walking back but didn't hear footsteps behind him. Saeyoung was still behind, crouching besides MC as she struggled and twitched. He groaned and walked back.

MC tried moving but couldn't, it was like something was holding her down. Then she tried transforming into a human but didn't know how. She tried concentrating but nothing was working. She panicked, she breathing becoming faster with every second. Saeyoung had been observing her. She soon started meowing loudly he pressed a hand on her chest and back, keeping her still. "what's going on?" Saeran asked, a faint worried look in his face and his eyes glued on the big cat. "I don't think she can transform back." he looked looked back at Saeran while speaking.

"Let's try standing her up." Saeran suggested and walked to the other side of MC. He slides a hand under her hip as Saeyoung slides his under her chest. "On three. One, two, three!" groaning, they both pushed MC on her legs. Her head handing low, her tail not moving. Soon her legs started shaking badly until she crushed painfully into the ground beneath her. "Oh God, this is bad." Saeyoung rubbed his forehead sighing.

"There is only one solution." Saeran said and stood up, his gaze shifting from MC to Saeyoung. "You are going to carry her." he said and started moving towards the path leading home. "What?! ME!? Do you know how heavy she is?!" he screamed to Saeran's naked back. "Ouch!?" he felt a paw hit him hard in the thigh and a low growl echo behind him. "Ok, Ok sorry." he murmured and crouched in front of her.

"I swear to GOD I am eating the chips but you are getting heavier." Seayoung whispered harshly and fixed his hands on her but and back. MC was hugging him like a koala, the only difference is the size. Saeran snored at the comment and felt glad that he wan't the one carrying her. While Saeyoung was struggling on walking she was weakly licking the side of his face and neck, thanking him for helping her.

They arrived to the back of the house, were their clothes are. "Let's lay her inside first." Saeran opened the door and let Saeyoung inside first. They entered the living room but found it empty, Yoosung must be sleeping by now. "Here" Saeran moved the coffee table to make room on the floor. "Now help me lay her down." Saeyoung stated and slowly let his brother support the upper half of MC's body. they gently laid her down, she was too tired to even keep her eyes open. She only shifted her legs and fell asleep. The twins went outside to take their clothes and go to sleep.

~Meanwhile~

"O-M-G he is going to kiiiiiill me!" Yoosung said panicked as he passed back and forth in front of the open window, the window from were MC escaped. He was been calling even screaming her name but she didn't come back yet. Worry ate him from the inside. He looked at the clock for the millionth time by now and with every second the situation was getting worse."How am I supposed to tel him? Oh hey your wife escaped into the woods naked and hasn't returned yet but don't worry if we call the animal shelter they might find her." he said to himself with sarcasm.

He sighed and headed to the living room, he noticed the lights were on. He remembers them being off but he isn't too sure after such a long time. Rubbing his eyes he walked past the couch only to feel something soft under his foot and a quiet meow right after. He lifted his fool and say a tail but the colors didn't match to the colors he used to know.His eyes followed up the tail and his eyes widen as a big sized cat focuses into his view, sleeping calmly on the floor.

Saeran and Saeyoung were gathering their clothes as a loud high pinched scream echoed from inside the house. They looked at each other and run inside. The scene they found is a pale Yoosung with wide eyes glue into MC who has her head lifted looking back at him. Saeran ran to Yoosung and held his shoulders. "T-There is a-a che-" Saeran shook his shoulders gently "Hey calm down everything is OK" "B-But the-there is" "Shh.." Yoosung was shaking but Saeran held him close. He took a peek where Saeyoung was calming down MC, stroking her fur.

"So this is MC's new form?" yoosung asked as he was looking at the big cat sleeping soundly besides his legs. "Yeah, I don't really understand how it happened." Saeyoung smiled softly as he gazes at MC. "Then what are we going to do? If she doesn't know how to transform back then it might get dangerous" Saeran nodded to Yoosung's words. "For now the only thing I want is sleep." Saeyoung sighed and rubbed his eyes under his glasses. "Right" Saeran looked at the clock. He took Yoosung's hand and told Saeyoung goodnight.

Saeyoung was still in the living room with MC. "Now I will have to care you, won't I?" he sighed lifting his butt of the couch. He crouched into the floor and was welcomed with a soft purring from his small kitty cat. He chuckled and took her into his arms. Even if he complained about her size and weight he was mesmerized about this form and even more curious about the history of where did it come from.

he opened his bedroom door and say the window open pared with MC's clothes laying on the floor, underneath the window but that wasn't important now. Now the important part is how do they sleep.He decided to sleep on the floor. He laid the extra matres they had besides the bed while he let MC take the whole bed. it was really late, the sun was slowly rising but he still couldn't sleep, his eyes glued on the majestic creature on the bed. Sleep eventually won and his eyes slowly closed. He didn't even fully close his eyes and a noise woke him up.

The springs of the bed started poping, like some weigh was lifted. He sat up and looked at te bed but there wasn't a big cat anymore but a beautiful woman, sleeping soundly. He smiled and climbed into the bed, hugging the figure close to his chest but didn't forget to cover her. He couldn't fall asleep more happy.

#mystic messenger #mysme #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #yoosung kim #Werewolf AU #mysme fanfic #colab

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