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valwentinefics · 3 years

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Altruism Ch. 3 - Zemo x F!reader x Bucky

A/n: So this chapter isn’t the best but I thought I’d give you Bucky fans something. I am benevolent. I can’t wait till I don’t have to type out what the characters say word for word in the show, its torture.

Warnings: Cannon typical violence

Translations: Liebling (Darling)

Series Masterlist

Madripoor - 2024

Y/n’s mind ran at a thousand miles an hour as the group walked down the hall, her hand still intertwined with Zemo’s. She longed to go to Bucky, to ask if he was okay and help him through whatever thoughts were bound to be swirling through his head right now, but she knew she couldn’t, it would jeopardize the whole mission. She was grateful to at least have Zemo to cling onto, despite her feelings about the man. His cool, confident demeanor was comforting to her during this time and his warm hand wasn’t that unpleasant to hold.

“You should know Baron, people don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” Stated a short white haired woman who lounged on a snakeskin patterned couch. Her presence was intimidating, Y/n felt uncomfortable being around her.

“Not a demand, an offer.” Zemo stated, sitting down in a chair and pulling Y/n into his lap which startled her. “Keep with the act Liebling.” He mumbled into Y/n’s ear. She wasn’t sure what he had called her, she had to remember to ask him what it meant later.

“A lot has changed since you were last here.” Selby glanced over to Bucky who was doing his best stoic stare. “By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?”

“People like us always find a way, don’t we?” He paused, looking smug. “I’m sure you already know what I’m here for.”

Selby seemed to be stalling, pointing to Sam. “You’re taller than I’ve heard, Smiling tiger.” Sam replied with a nod as always. Y/n considered herself lucky, unlike Bucky and Sam, attention was never on her, she just had to sit there and look pretty. However, that thought jinxed her.

“And who’s the girl? Never thought you were the meek and pretty type Baron.” She commented on Y/n’s frightened demeanor.

Zemo’s arm wrapped tighter around Y/n’s waist “I just call her my little bunny. But Selby, to what we were discussing.” Zemo said, putting the conversation back on track.

“Right then, what’s the offer?” She asked, looking around the room, her eyes lingering on Bucky.

“Tell us what you know about the super soldier serum, and I give you him.” Zemo gestured to Bucky. “Along with the code words to control him of course.”

A mischievous grin spread on her face, sending a chill down Y/n’s spine. “I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. The serum is here in Madripoor, Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you’d want to thank, or condemn. He was working on it for the power broker but things didn’t go as planned.”

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?” Asked Zemo. Somehow his confident and cool demeanor never faltered. Y/n had to admit, in a way the man was quite attractive with the way he managed to navigate the criminal underworld without batting an eye.

“Oh” she said with mock sadness “The breadcrumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost ya’ Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me.” She got up and began to approach Y/n and Zemo. The tense moment was interrupted by the ringing of Sam’s phone. “Answer it.”

Sam tapped on his phone, a woman's voice coming out of it, the words she spoke making Y/n’s blood run cold. “Hey Sam-” Quickly Sam hung up, but not before the damage had been done.

“Sam? Who’s Sam? Kill them!” Selby commanded, that same instant a bullet came flying through the window and into her chest, a choked noise coming from her as she collapsed to the floor.

Y/n sprung up as Sam and Bucky fought the guards, swiftly disarming them with precision. Bucky looked through the scope of the gun he had taken, looking around with the precise caution of a hawk. Y/n moved closer to him, not wanting to be near Zemo any longer. It wasn’t that she didn’t like being around him, it was the opposite. She found his touch comforting, and she knew she had to stay away for that reason.

“They’re gonna pin this on us!” Sam worried, standing by the door and gripping his gun.

Zemo only sighed. “We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead.” Y/n was confused. Leave their weapons? How would they defend themselves? Nonetheless Sam and Bucky did as they were told.

The sound of cellphones chiming rang out all around them as they quickly walked down the street. Y/n’s nerves were acting up, her whole body feeling as if it was in fight or flight mode. She was scared of what would happen next, never before had she been the target in a battle. They had just crossed under a bridge when a few lights went out without warning. Y/n looked at her comrades with a panicked look, moments before gunshots rang throughout the area.

Zemo grabbed Y/n’s hand, pulling her away from the others. She stumbled after him as fast as she could, lucky she was somewhat adept at running in heels. Her breath was heavy as she resisted the urge to look back, her body aching to run after wherever Bucky and Sam went. Roughly Y/n was pushed against a wall in an alley, Zemo’s warm body flesh against her own. His breath was hot against her neck as they hid in the shadows until a set of headlights passed by. She barely had time to catch her breath before she was pulled away again. Zemo pulled a gun out of his coat as Sam and Bucky grew closer, shooting a man who was approaching them. Y/n watched in shock as he slumped to the ground. Two more men approached from the shadows, Y/n ran over to Bucky and tucked herself behind him, squeezing her eyes shut in fear before the sound of two more gunshots rang out. Hesitantly she opened her eyes, seeing the two men now dead.

“You seem to have a guardian angel.” Said Zemo, alarm showing on his face.

“Well this is too perfect!” A feminine voice stated, Y/n’s eyes widening as she realized it was Sharon Carter.

Sharon Carter was kind of awful now, but Y/n couldn’t complain as the woman agreed to help them out after she had the situation explained to her. Now Y/n and Bucky were alone in her apartment above her art gallery as a party raged downstairs. Zemo and Sam had been happy for the chance to let loose after everything that had happened and opted to join the party while Sharon looked for information. Y/n was glad to be out of that godforsaken dress and instead in an outfit of her choosing, no longer feeling like she was flashing someone every time she moved.

Y/n sat down next to Bucky on the green couch, leaning into him slightly. He didn’t seem to mind it, his arm resting around her body comfortably. Unlike Sam and Zemo, Bucky didn’t want to indulge himself in a fun night after the events that had happened earlier, and so as a good friend Y/n decided to stay with him to make sure he was okay.

“Bucky, how are you feeling?” Y/n broke the silence between the two, angling her body to face him.

“Fine… I’m fine.” He smiled at her, although Y/n could see through his façade.

“You don’t need to lie. What you had to do must have brought up a lot of feelings. You don't need to explain them to me, I just want to check up on you.” She looked at the man who’s steely blue eyes were filled with a deep sorrow she couldn’t even imagine feeling. Part of her wanted to hold him close, to let him know he’s loved and cared for, but she didn’t want to overstep right now.

Bucky exhaled, looking away. “I think Steve was wrong about me. Maybe I am just a monster.” His voice cracked as he explained, holding back tears. Bucky’s fear of being nothing but a coldblooded killer was a frequent discussion between the two during late night talks where they poured their hearts out to each other in Y/n’s apartment. So although this thought came as no surprise to Y/n, it still hurt her to see her friend and slight crush feel that way. “It was so easy to fall back into being the Winter Soldier… maybe it's because even after all this time that's who I still am. A killer.” He looked at his gloved metal hand with a sorrowful glare.

Y/n placed a comforting hand on his thigh, moving his gaze from his hand to Y/n, his eyes searching her face for comfort. “Bucky, that’s not who you are. You call yourself a monster but you’re the most caring and kind man I know.”

“I saw how you looked at me Y/n, you were terrified. You were clinging onto Zemo as if you were scared I lost control.” He looked away from her and down at the floor. “You’re the person I care for most now that Steve’s gone, and you were scared of me. I never wanted you to have to see me like that.”

Guilt bit at Y/n, blaming herself for her friend's state. “Yes I was scared. I was scared you would lose control, that you would revert back to the Winter Soldier. My fear was for you, not of you.” She explained. “Bucky, I could never truly be scared of you. Those late nights where we would watch movies or listen to music and just talk about our lives mean so much to me. I know you’re good in your heart, remember when I healed the wounds the Wakandans couldn’t fully fix before you went under again? If I thought you were a monster I wouldn’t have done that, I wouldn’t have wanted to handle your pain for you. But I knew you weren’t a monster, nothing you did was your fault. I know it, Sam knows it, hell even Zemo knows it! And Bucky, I’ll be here for you until you realize it too.” She held his hand between hers, her eyes studying the side of his face.

“Y/n.. I need to tell you something. I-” Bucky began hesitantly, only to pause when Sharon entered the room looking proud.

“Guys we’ve got to go, I found some information about the serum.” She said. The pair stood up, following her to find Zemo and Sam.

The question of what Bucky was going to say hung in Y/n’s mind as she navigated through the crowd of people, her hand reaching for Bucky’s to ensure she wouldn’t get lost. His hand firmly wrapped around hers, giving it a small squeeze as to let her know he would always be there for her. Through the security and safety she felt just by holding his hand, Y/n realized she didn’t need to find out what he was going to say right away. The two would have all the time in the world to tell each other things, because she knew Bucky would never let go, and she never wanted him to.

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lnterjection · 3 years

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gods of red skies (of this world to comprise)

Based on @quaranmine‘s post “that meme where the FBI shows up at your house because you know too much except it’s DreamXD and Ranboo being the only person who knows what an end portal is,” but I make it angsty.

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“And here’s our table,” Phil said, and Ranboo’s jaw dropped in such standard enderman fashion he would have been ashamed, if he weren’t so preoccupied with the sight in front of him.

Slowly, he took a step forward. Leaned over and traced a finger across the pale, bumpy endstone, its tiny craters and rivers of raised ridges. It had been so long since he felt endstone beneath his skin.

The empty sockets stare back into him, deep cyans and swirls of black. You’re here, they seem to whisper. We’ve missed you.

“It’s a cool table, but I think this is a bit of an overreaction,” he heard Techno whisper behind him. “Phil, what do we - uh...”

“Do you - do you know what that is?” Ranboo asked. He struggled to keep the awe from his voice.

Phil glanced over his shoulders with a bewildered expression. “No?” he said, wings slowly fanning out. “What do you mean?”

“It’s-” Ranboo hesitated, taking a step back. Should he tell them? Should - should anyone in this cursed world have that sort of power? Wouldn’t that lead to more sides, more pointless statuses of power to fight over?

He made a split second decision.

“Um, nevermind,” he said. “I forgot.”

The lie came so easily. Ranboo internally winced at how familiar his muscles were with the phrase.

Techno eyes him, pupils narrowing, but he doesn’t comment. Phil gives them both a cheery smile and claps his hands in a neat, smooth motion, effectively shutting down the line of conversation.

“So!” he said. “Anarchy!”

Ranboo nodded along, tried not to be too weird (or well, weirder than he must already seem to them), and that was that.

Everything was freezing - his crystalized bed that felt more like ice than wool, his creaking, ramshackle roof with scatterings of icicles that dripped frost and cold, the way every muscle of his body felt like it was contracting into a ball of sharp diamond.

Ranboo couldn’t complain, though. He had a place to live. He was welcome here, which was so much more than what he deserved after everything he’s done.

He wasn’t going to freeze to death. Worse case scenario, he takes his blanket and hides under his bed. He’ll be fine. Fine.

His chattering teeth and rapidly shivering body certainly seemed to disagree with him.

Ranboo tried to draw in a clattering breath. The winds picked up, slicing every exposed inch of skin with an unforgiving glacier.

At least it’s not snowing, he thought weakly.

And then, through the screeching winds and enveloping blindness of night, he heard it.

There’s something crunching, outside the fences that made up his home. Ranboo blinked slowly, wondering if he’s finally gone off the deep end. If that last tether to sanity which his mind so desperately clung to was finally slipping away, and this was the moment he succumbed to that relentless war of the mind, never to resurface again.

For a terrible, traitorous moment, Ranboo hoped that it was Phil or Techno, here to invite him into their house of warmth, a sign of friendship or at least care, after he’d been invited into their anarchist group (which wasn’t taking sides, they just didn’t want to be ruled, was that so bad?).

“Not much of a house, is it?”

And like an arrow to his heart, that hope was promptly smashed to pieces.

“Shut up” Ranboo gritted out to the figure that was no doubt leering over him with that stupid smily mask and stupid smug voice. “You’re just jealous you don’t even have one.”

His mind scrambled around desperately as he suppressed a terrified scream. Is this his mind again? But that voice doesn’t show up outside the panic room, or does it? What does he know, really?

Was this actually Dream, here to kill him? To take revenge on for destroying the community house? Ranboo couldn’t bring himself to drag his face away from the swath of blankets that he was clinging to, but he could hear the whine of the fence gates swinging. Something snapping shut in place.

Dream was definitely here, unless Ranboo had, indeed, well and truly lost it. Which was a likely possibility.

Dream, what was Dream doing all the way out here? And why now, of all times, did Ranboo decide to finally grow a spine?

Well, either he was hallucinating big time, or Dream was here to kill him. Either way, it’s not like anything he did will matter.

“I have a house,” Dream said, sounding mildly affronted. “Now, this pathetic excuse of a cattle pen certainly can’t be called one.”

“Just shut up and kill me already, Dream,” Ranboo yelled. His voice was muffled and thrown about by the wind, but it echoed through his bones nonetheless, and this was gratifying in some horrifying way because either way it’s not like what he’ll say will make any difference. “What, are you here to finally gloat over me too? Found a different target than Tommy, huh? Just can’t find a better use of your time than torturing teenagers-”

“What? Woah, I am not Dream,” Dream said, and Ranboo took a moment to process this information.

“What?”

He finally looks up, squinting through the darkness and the biting way the winds attacked his eyes.

The person that had his arms cross in front of him looked like a carbon copy of Dream, only with a pale blue hoodie instead of the usual lime green one.

“Just because you’ve put on a different outfit doesn’t mean you’ve changed who you are,” Ranboo snapped through chatters. “Fuck off or kill me, Dream. You’re not fooling anyone.”

“I told you, I’m not Dream,” was the reply. “Check your communicator.”

Ranboo, slowly, drew out the device and glanced at the pale, glowing screen.

DreamXD whispers to you: I’m here.

“Really reassuring,” Ranboo said.

“Aren’t you supposed to be one of the nice ones?” ‘DreamXD’ asked. “I thought you had manners, or something like that.”

“Since when have manners ever helped me?” Ranboo bites, suddenly feeling something sullen draw his stomach down. Bittering clung to every word. “It’s like nothing around here gets done without violence.”

“That’s not my problem.” DreamXD made some shrugging motion, slowly turning his shoulders in an unsteady fashion like he was just getting used to moving his body. “I’m just here to...”

Ranboo flinched as a glimmering stick appeared in DreamXD’s hand. He recognized the telltale sheen of glowing enchantments, but that shouldn't be possible because you can’t enchant sticks.

Dream, or DreamXD, or Not Dream, whatever the fuck he was - waved his glowing stick above him in what Ranboo assumed was supposed to be a menacing manner. He looked mostly like a deranged serial killer, which was, concerningly, also an apt description for the actual Dream.

“I need to make an alteration to your book,” he said. “Hand it over.”

Ranboo stared at him for a long, drawn moment. His mind was blank, unresponsive, why would he want the memory book-

And then, his memory book was in the other entity’s hands, and Ranboo began yelling again.

“Give it back!” He lunged forward, but DreamXD teleported to the side and slammed his fist down on Ranboo’s back. He hit a faceful of snow and dirt, and a pained whine escaped his throat as the heel of a boot dug into his neck.

Everything hurt. His back is now throbbing. Ranboo suppressed a sob as he heard the telltale sound of pages flapping wildly in the wind - and then the sound of ripping paper, grating against every bone of his body.

Again - no, this couldn’t be happening again, why is this happening again, he was so careful and he hadn’t done anything and surely he had been good this time, hadn’t he?

His mind only just seemed to process what was happening. His memory book - his memory - was being stolen, torn, violated yet again and this time Ranboo could do nothing but listen and cry into the cold, gritty dirt while his neck is on the verge of snapping and what did he do?

He just wanted peace. He just wanted to be loved - not even loved, to just be left alone. To live without constant fear of pain or death or someone destroying everything he held dear. Was that so much to ask for?

Yes, a part of his mind whispered. You blew up the community house. You betrayed L’Manberg. You didn’t even have the spine to tell Techno and Phil, your new allies, what the end portal is. They welcome you onto their land and group and you repay them with more hidden secrets? How else will you betray everyone?

Everything part of him was burning. Ranboo wanted to slice and strip off all his skin, to submerge himself in freezing cold water and close his eyes and not have to worry about any of this anymore and why did he want all of that so much-

“There we go,” the voice above him suddenly said, and Ranboo made a choked noise as something hard kicked deep into his side. He tumbled across the floor with a few soft crunches before going limp, body splayed at unnatural angles that twisted knots around all his muscles. His throat felt more parched than desert sands, scraped raw and bloody.

Something thudded in front of him, and Ranboo somehow had the strength to claw himself over through a filmy, blotched vision and drag his memory book back into his embrace. There were pages missing, ripped from the spine in jagged chunks like an unfinished puzzle shredded apart from frustration.

He choked again as a hand closed around his neck and dragged him up and something sharp and flaming jabbed into his chest.

A coarse sleeve muffled his wailing scream.

This pain was worse, so much worse, worse than the wither skulls and being dunked in water and all the stabs and slices he’s ever endured combined, his insides were burning and burning and on fire and covered in lava and Ranboo thought for a few fleeting moment that he would combust into sheer nothingness and he wanted to forget, forget why am I still here forget everything please I don’t want to be here-

“There we go,” the voice, that Dream voice, said, and it sounded so sickeningly like Dream but also not at all, because whereas Dream‘s voice always held a demeaning smugness about him this one had nothing but cold indifference, and Ranboo wasn’t sure which was worse but he couldn’t focus to think anyway because his entire world was red and white and burning and what the fuck was that stick enchanted with-

At some point, the pressure stopped. It faded away increments, and all Ranboo could comprehend was that eventually, as his mind flopped away from the shelter of nothingness, he was on the ground again and Dream was above him and everything was horribly, horribly silent.

Why, he wanted to scream again to the howling winds, but his throat was spent and dead and he couldn’t move or do anything except lie there and spasm erratically like a dying animal with its guts already pooling across the stiff, blue grass.

What did I do why is this happening please I’m so sorry I’m so sorry it’s all my fault please stop I don’t want to die-

“Let this be a warning,” the voice said in a smooth, terribly indifferent way. “If you write down what happened here, or about that end portal, I assure you that things will get much, much worse. And if you tell anyone, anyone else even a hint of what that portal is-”

Ranboo couldn’t even flinch as something cold pressed against his throat, as much as his mind leaped at the feeling.

“I guarantee you will never see the light of day again.”

Was this what it had all been about? The portal? That he was being punished for his origins after all, for having the - the knowledge itself? For having the power to utilize it, even if he never would?

“You really are Dream, aren’t you,” Ranboo rasped. He creaked his neck up to stare blankly into that pearly white mask. Every part of him, from his screaming body to his scattered, twisting thoughts felt weighted with magma, smoldering in its own ruins.

Dream shrugged, a bit faster this time, and disappeared in a shower of flaking purple particles that drifted around like the snow that had, during some part of all this, began to fall.

His eyes stung. His entire face was covered in tears, sharp daggers flicking the skin across with every movement. Ranboo couldn’t bring himself to care. He cradled his cold, crumpled memory book to his chest and knew that, as much as he hoped it was, this was not just a nightmare. Not in a world like this.

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a-second-hand-sorrow · 6 years

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You’ve Got A Point (Janis Sarkisian X Reader)

WC: 1662

Warnings: It’s gay, mentions of bad horror movies, a bit of language

Summary: Y/N and Damian were childhood friends, but when she moves to Northshore Damian is hellbent on setting her and Janis up.

A/N: She’s alive! Holy shit! School has been kicking my ass recently but assignments are lessening up and I actually have time to write. Hope y’all enjoy my first Mean Girls imagine! I got one of the lines in here from another Mean Girls blog but I can’t remember which one. If you came up with the line let me know and I’ll give you credit.

“Hey, can you tell me where Damian Hubbard’s locker is?” I asked a passing student, and they shot me a weird look.

“That super gay kid who’s always singing in the cafeteria? Number 136.” They said, and I nodded, a little mad at their comment towards Damian.

I made my way through the corridor, and smiled when I saw the familiar figure of my childhood best friend. Admittedly, he was taller and had gained some weight since I’d last seen him, but I knew it was him.

He was talking to someone, but I couldn’t see who it was because Damian was blocking my view.

I quietly stepped towards him and tapped him on his shoulder.

“Excuse me, can I help… Y/N!” He shouted, pulling me into a tight hug. He lifted me slightly off the ground, and I let out a squeak of surprise.

“Damian! Hi!” I said once he put me back on the ground.

“I had no idea you lived in the district. Also, why didn’t you tell me you were moving here? I could’ve given you the full Damian Hubbard welcoming experience.” He said, throwing his arm around my shoulders.

I went to respond, but a sharp cough caught my attention. I looked up to see the person Damian had previously been talking to, and my jaw nearly dropped.

She was wearing dark lipstick, and her hair was black and blonde. Her outfit was artsy and grungy, and she looked stunning.

“I’m so sorry. Janis, this is Y/N. We lived next to each other back in Atlanta. Y/N, this is Janis. She’s one of the greatest people you’ll ever meet.” Damian said, and Janis gave a shy smile.

“He’s exaggerating, as per usual. I’m Janis.” She said, holding out her hand for me to shake.

“I’m Y/N. Can I just say, your jacket is the coolest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen?” I said, and Janis’ cheek went a pink colour.

“Thanks. I painted all of the patches myself.” She said, and my eye widened slightly.

“That’s awesome! I’ve never been much of a painter, but I can appreciate brilliant art when I see it.” I rambled, and I swore I saw Damian roll his eyes.

“That’s enough flirting, ladies. I would imagine we have the same time table which means we have French in 10 minutes.” Damian said, and both Janis and I blushed heavily.

“She’s gay, and I reckon you guys would be adorable together.” Damian whispered as we entered the classroom, and I spent my first class at Northshore High staring at Janis.

“So, do you guys do anything for Halloween?” I asked, fiddling with one of the paper skeletons that hung on the edge of the cafeteria table.

“Damian and I usually just watch a whole heap of shitty horror movies at my house. You’re more than welcome to come tomorrow.” Janis said, and I nodded enthusiastically.

“I’d love to! I got invited to this massive Halloween party, but it was by this guy called Jason and he seems like a massive skeeze, so I’m not going.” I said, and Janis nodded.

“Yeah, I know Jason. He’s the worst. He does this thing where he claims he can guess a girl’s bra size by watching her jump up and down.” Janis said, and I pulled a disgusted face.

She snorted with laughter, and I flashed her a bashful smile. “God, that face said a thousand words.” Janis said, taking a swig of her soda.

“Oh my god you guys, the funniest thing happened to me in Drama.” Damian announced, sitting down in between Janis and me.

“Actually, I was just wondering if Y/N could come over to your place tomorrow and join our Halloween festivities?” Janis said and Damian froze, a smirk slowly creeping across his face.

“Of course! You’re more than welcome, Y/N. Just bring some snacks and you’ll fit right in. I will warn you, I only have a two-seater couch so you may have to sit on someone’s lap.” He said, looking at Janis very conspicuously.

“I, uh, I wouldn’t mind that.” I said and Janis’ eyes widened.

“Janis, what do you think about that?” Damian said and Janis froze. I could almost see the ‘Error 404’ sign in her brain.

“That’s tits!” Janis blurted out and Damian let out a loud laugh.

“That’s Janis’ way of saying that’s great.” Damian said and I nodded, smiling to myself now that I knew what she meant.

The bell rang loudly, and I sighed as I picked up my tray. “I’ve got Civics now, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow night.” I said, and the two of them nodded.

“It’s a date.” Janis said and Damian arched his eyebrows.

“We’ll see you then, Y/N.”

I knocked on Damian’s door, shuffling the bags of Starburst in my arms as I waited.

“Y/N! Welcome to the party!” Damian said, pulling me into a half hug.

“Thanks for having me over. I brought candy!” I said, lifting the bags I held.

Damian let out a cheer and ushered me into his house. I smiled when I saw a photo of Damian and I as kids, and remembered the day it was taken.

We’d just finished our third-grade play, and Damian’s mom thought she’d take a photo of the two of us.

“Hey Y/N. Just put the snacks on the table and grab a seat.” Janis said, and I smiled at her Maleficent headdress.

“Love the horns, Janis.” I said and Janis chuckled, adjusting the headdress.

“Ok everyone! Sit down and we will choose our first movie.” Damian announced, holding up two DVDs.

“It’s either this movie called Night of the Lepus from the 70s that’s about genetically mutated killer rabbits.” Damian said, and I burst out into laughter.

“This is a real movie, Y/N. Don’t laugh at the killer bunnies.” Janis said, which caused me to laugh even harder.

“And Hood of Horror, where Snoop Dogg plays one of the Hounds of Hell.” Damian said, and this time Janis laughed loudly.

“God, that’s good. Can we watch that one first?” Janis said and Damian gave me a look, as if to say, ‘are you ok with that?’

“Sure. Snoop Doog as a Hound of Hell is something I truly have to see.” I said and Damian nodded, putting the DVD in the player.

“I’ve gotta sit down somewhere, guys.” I said, and Janis and Damian shot each other a look.

“I suddenly have to go to the bathroom.” Damian said, standing up and leaving a space next to Janis for me.

“Hey.” I said, sitting down next to her. The two-seater couch meant that my leg brushed up against hers when I sat down, and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

“Hey.” Janis responded, a half smile on her face.

“Sorry about Damian. He thinks that just because I’m gay he can set me up with any girl he wants.” Janis said, and I could sense a hint of bitterness in her voice.

“I’m actually bi, and I have to say that you are quite possibly one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.” I said, my heart beating at a million miles an hour.

“One of?” Janis said, and my cheeks flushed.

“I mean, have you seen Keira Knightley?” I replied, and Janis snorted with laughter.

“You’ve got a point there.” She said, shuffling closer to me so our thighs were touching. I took in a shaky breath, unsure of what to do next.

The movie started suddenly and I jumped at the noise, landing practically on Janis’ lap. She shifted so I was fully sitting on her lap, and wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Is this ok?” She whispered, and I shivered as her breath hit my neck.

“Perfect.” I replied, and a smile settled on Janis’ face.

We sat together for a while, when suddenly I felt Janis press a kiss to the crook of my neck.

“Janis?” I said, turning around so I could see her face.

“Hmm?” She said innocently, and I felt my breathing speed up.

“Are you going to kiss me or not, Sarkisian?” I questioned, and Janis smirked widely.

She leaned forward and our lips connected. Janis tasted like sour candy and something else I couldn’t quite place, but it was perfect. Her hands cupped my face, and I hooked my legs around her waist.

We pulled apart slowly, and I nearly forgot how to breath.

“You guys are adorable! I knew this would work.”

Janis and I jumped slightly at Damian’s voice, followed by the sound of a camera shutter.

“You’d better delete that, Hubbard.” Janis said, and Damian gave her smug look.

“Nope. You two are my best friends, and it’s like gay law that every gay must know at least one other non-straight person. Now I’ve got two in my inner circle and this is my evidence.” He said, holding up his phone.

“I mean he has a point. Gay law is very strict.” I said seriously, causing Janis to laugh.

“Fine, but you have to send it to the both of us.” Janis said, and Damian nodded excitedly.

“I’m sending it now.” He said, and both our phones went off.

“Now, enough mooning over you two lovely lesbians.” Damian said, squeezing in next to Janis.

“I’m bi, but go off I guess.” I muttered, and Damian rolled his eyes.

“This is not how the B in LGBT should be treating their G. Let’s just finish this awful movie!” Damian called, and Janis and I voiced our agreement.

“There’s a pride parade in town next weekend. You wanna go with Damian and I?” Janis whispered, and I smiled brightly.

“I would love to, but one condition.” I replied, and Janis quirked an eyebrow.

“And that condition is?” Janis said, earning a shush from Damian.

“That I go as your girlfriend.” I said, and Janis’ smile widened.

“I have no problems with that.”

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A Crossroad Deal (3)

Summary: After getting out of a long term relationship, you try to move on with your life. However, having spent the last three years unavailable, you are not sure you know how to get back out there again, let alone if you even want to. That is, until you meet Jeon Jungkook, the barista at your college coffee shop. He is more than happy to help you wet your toes in the dating scene again, but at what cost?

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: A little of everything

Word Count: 5k

College!Jungkook, somewhat FuckBoy!Jungkook

Warning: language, slight sexual references

“One more time.” Minjin pressed, leaning over the couch towards you desperately.

All you managed to do was stare at her blankly. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Come on, it can’t be as bad as you say it was,” she started, but once she spotted the serious face you gave her she quickly corrected herself. “Okay, yeah, Jinho is a prick, but come on! I can’t go another week without having sex again!”

“Not my problem,” you replied, uncaringly. “You’re lucky I stayed past the first five minutes. He basically fat shamed me over my choice of beverage, Minjin. He talked badly about the muffins. The muffins!”

“Guys,” Namjoon tried getting your attention from his spot at the kitchen table.

Minjin ignored him. “Okay okay, I get it. But it wasn’t completely bad right? McDreamy was working that day right?”

“Guys.” Your other roommate tried again, this time his voice sounding more exasperated than before.

“McDreamy?” you asked, amused, not registering Namjoon talking at all.

“You know, the barista. The one with the pretty eyes and the killer body? Jackson’s replacement? Oh come on, even you had to notice how fucking sexy he was,” she stated, shooting you a disapproving look.

“Guys, really, I really need to stud-“

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, ‘even you had to notice’? I notice cute guys all the time!” Your voice rose in indignation, crossing your arms defensively. Namjoon’s annoyed groan went completely deft on your ears.

“You know exactly what I mean. You haven’t showed interest in another man in years. Years!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air for affect.

“I’ve been in a relationship for years!” you defended, tossing a throw pillow from behind you at her.

She easily caught it, hugging it to her chest. “So? I’m in a dedicated relationship, but that doesn’t mean I can’t notice when a guy is drop dead sexy. I mean, can you just imagine what it would be like to run your tongue over his-“

“For fucks sake, just shut up!” Namjoon shouted, looking over at the two of your both enraged and disgusted at the same time.

The two of you looked at him startled. “Namjoon?” Minkin asked, baffled, as if noticing him for the first time.

“What crawled into your panties and died?” you countered, still surprised by his outburst.

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say. Your usually calm roommate fixed you with a deadly glare as he slammed shut the textbook you had not noticed was laid out in front of him. “You two are the most annoying and perverted people I have ever met. Can’t you see I’m fucking studying over here, assholes?”

Both you and Minjin shared a look. “Honestly?” she started, looking back at your roommate kind of taken back still. “I didn’t even know you were home.”

“For fucks sake!” he shouted again. The kitchen chair screeched against the floor unpleasantly as he pushed back against it to stand on his feet, fuming as he gathered all of his study materials together. “You two are unbelievable! Don’t you two have something better to do than gossip like fucking hens?”

Once again, a look was passed between the two of you. “Not really, no…” she said, surprising herself when she came to the realization.

“Fuck you. Fuck both of you.” He grumbled, hugging his things to his chest as he stormed to his room. A loud crash echoed through the apartment. You presumed it was from the textbooks being slammed against his wooden desk. Soon after, he reappeared from the hallways, not looking the least bit calmed down. “Go out, watch a movie, get laid, I don’t care. Just let me fucking study.” With that, he once again disappeared into his room, the banging of his door signaling he wasn’t planning on returning to the living room anytime soon.

The room fell into silence after that. You didn’t take what just happened personally. It was not the first time one of you blew up at each other, and it most definitely was not going to be the last. Honestly, you should’ve been more respectful of your shared spaces. You’d have to apologize to Namjoon when he came back out later for a break. He always got so stressed out over his schoolwork. He really should learn to relax a bit.

After a few moments Minjin turned to you, her expression unreadable. “So… it’s safe to say that men have times of the month too now, right?”

A ‘fucking hell’ could distinctively be heard through the thin walls.

I believe in you, Y/N. You can do this. Just a couple more people ahead of you and you’re home free.

Try as you might, your pep talk did nothing to calm your nerves. You took a deep breath, subconsciously clutching your over sized bag closer to your body. They weren’t going to check your bag. It was a college theater, not the airport. No one would even touch it. You were safe. Your bag was zipped up tight; no one could even guess what were the contents of your purse, much less make a show of taking it away. You were safe.

It was only a couple more minutes until you’ve reached the front of the line. You could feel your heart beat speed up as you handed your ticket over to the employee, trying your very best to remain composed: at least, on the outside. Fuck Minjin, you thought angrily for the thousandth time since you left the apartment. Fuck Namjoon too, fuck everyone who made me come alone.

You held your breath as the theater employee merely glanced at your ticket with a bored expression before handing it back. “Please enjoy the show,” he said, in the most monotone voice you have ever heard. It barely registered in your brain though as you quickly nodded and walked further into the theater, away from the prying eyes of the workers.

It was not until you made it to your seat in the middle of the theater that you allowed yourself to relax. You had made it. No one could stop you now.

Taking another deep breath to shake off the last of your nerves, you checked the time on your phone. 6:45 p.m. Only another fifteen more minutes to go.

It was a Thursday night, the night of Hoseok’s dance recital. He had been talking about it for nearly a month now, dropping hints about the date and how amazing the show was going to be. He never out right asked any of you to come of course, that wasn’t Hobi’s way. However, it was clear to all of you that he wanted you guys to be there. Especially when he ‘accidentally’ dropped just enough tickets to the show for all of you on your coffee table a couple of days ago. Sadly, no one else could make it like they usually would. They were either stuck at jobs or loaded with last minute papers to write. You were the only one of your group who had managed to make it tonight. And honestly, you were beyond excited to be there.

There are very little things in the world that you found truly beautiful; the way Hoseok danced was definitely one of them. You jumped at any chance that you could get to sit in on one of Hobi’s dance practices. The way he moved so fluidly, as if joints and bones didn’t even exist for him, just took your breath away. What made it all the more breathtaking was the pure joy and confidence that radiated off of him as he moved. You were convinced that there was not anything more beautiful than that.

“What a pleasant surprise,” a familiar voice stated. Before you could even register it, the seat to your right was being taken, causing you to jump from surprise. You hadn’t been expecting anyone to join you, and there were plenty of other seats besides the ones near you.

“Jungkook?” you exclaimed, stunned to see the person who had taken residence in the spot beside you. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Aw, come on love. You almost make it sound like you’re not happy to see me.” The signature smirk that you were starting to associate with Jungkook was present as he looked down at you, his arm casually wrapped around the back of your chair.

“Well I definitely wasn’t expecting it.” You blinked a few times, still not believing your luck. You had not seen Jungkook all week, and not without trying. You had gone to the café every day this week between classes under the disguise of wanting an Americano, but each time you walked through the door you were greeted with the warm smile of the elderly owner, not the cocky smirk you were experiencing now. You had finally given up, resigning yourself to the fact that he must not work during the time that you’re available. Yet here he was now, in all of his smug glory, in the place you least expected to see him.

“Really? Because from what I’ve heard, you’ve been asking for me.” His once cocky smirk spread out to a dazzling smile, momentarily wiping your brain of any coherent sentence.

It only lasted a second before you regained yourself. “What? When did I ask about you?”

“No use in denying it, Y/N. Jackson tells all. He paid a visit to the house a couple of days ago, shouting about how I stole his spot as favorite.” he said, a pair of bunny teeth you hadn’t noticed the previous times you’d seen him making an appearance as he smiled wider. Annoyingly, you only found that they made him look even more attractive. “Is that true, Y/N? Am I the new favorite?”

As he spoke he leaned a little closer to you, by all measures popping any personal bubble you may have had. His proximity made it so that you could smell the scent of his laundry detergent and an underlining aroma that just screamed him. The scent only made him all the more inviting.

Between the distance that separated the two of you and his words, you found yourself fighting off another blush. Still, you tried to hide your flustered state with a scoff. “He must’ve been talking about someone else.” You stated, checking your phone for the time. 6:55 p.m. “How do you even know my name, anyways? I never told you it.”

“Your friend shouted it the first time I saw you two at the café. She’s quite obnoxious, you know,” he teased, before quickly adding, “And hyung specifically mentioned you by name. Said you came to see me and were disappointed when I wasn’t the one working. Maybe I should’ve given you my number instead of my name last Saturday.”

You snort in an attempt to seem composed. “You remembered my name from her saying it once? Do you pay all of your customers this type of attention?”

“Only the cute ones bickering in my line,” he replied, his smirk replacing the previous smile once more. “And you’re avoiding my question, love.”

There it was again. The freakin’ nickname.

“Well you avoided mine first, it’s only fair.”

You felt more than heard him chuckle beside you. “My hyung is in the recital, I never miss a show.”

Curiosity got the better of you. You’ve been to enough of Hobi’s dance events to know quite a few of the dancer’s at the school. By name, at least. “Who’s your hyung?”

“Ah ah ah.” He replied instead, amused. “You have yet to reply to my question.”

You sigh, indignantly. “Don’t you know it’s rude not to answer a ladies question?”

“I know. When I see a lady I’ll give you a heads up,” he retorted, a playful grin tugging on his lips.

“Yah!” you shouted, sitting up straighter. Your sudden outburst startled the people in front of you, who turned to shoot you a silent glare. You smiled apologetically at them as you slouched down in your seat once more from embarrassment.

Jungkook, in comparison, burst out laughing beside you. “Are you always this cute?”

“Jackson was right, you have no respect for your elders,” you grumble, crossing your arms in front of your chest with a small pout.

“You’re older than me?” Whether he faked the surprise or he meant it you weren’t completely sure. “You sure don’t act like it.”

You shoot him a small glare, though even you had to admit there wasn’t much conviction behind it. “My brattiness does not diminish my years over you, punk.”

“I think we’re ignoring what’s important here,” he said, a sudden cocky smirk tugging at his lips again. “You were talking to Jackson about me.”

Thankfully, the lights of the theater started to flicker, concealing your deep blush from his eyes.

“Shh, the shows about to begin.” Once the lights went off completely you finally made your move. Under the cover of darkness, you finally reached into your bag, pulling out the hidden treasures that lay within.

“Jesus,” Jungkook whispered beside you, amazed. “You have a whole candy store hidden in there, Mary Poppins?”

“Shhh!” you hissed, looking around to see if anyone had head you. “You’re going to get me busted you jerk.”

“Busted?” A look of amusement crossed his face. “You snuck all of this in here? You know they don’t really care right?”

“Appease my paranoia then and hush.” You grumble, looking around once again to make sure the coast is clear before pulling out the home made popcorn from your bag.

“Only on one condition.” His lips were dangerously close to your ear as he whispered. It took all of your willpower to hold in the shiver that threatened to escape.

“What might that be?” Your voice had the faintest of a quiver to it. You hoped he didn’t pick up on it.

From the smug smirk that graced his lips, you realized you had no such luck. He leaned impossibly closer to the point you could feel his solid chest brush up against your arm. You could feel his breath on your skin, causing goosebumps to break out on your neck. You sat impossibly still, refusing to look in his direction but not being able to find the willpower to pull away either.

It felt like forever before he finally responded. “You share with me.”

With that, the warmth he was radiating onto your side was suddenly torn away, along with the popcorn bag you had been holding. Realizing what just happened, you turned to shoot him a menacing glare. That bastard had the nerve to respond with a smug smirk as he stuffed his face with your popcorn.

“You’re lucky I have more,” you grumbled, slouching down and rummaging through your overly stuffed purse until you found what you were looking for: Milk Duds. “Since you stole my food you can at least tell me who your hyung is.”

“I earned this popcorn in a fair exchange of goods,” he countered through a mouth full of popcorn. You scrunched up your nose a little, but chuckled despite yourself. Once he swallowed he added, “You, on the other hand, still haven’t admitted I’m the new favorite. It’s okay though, I don’t need to hear it. Not when we both know the truth.”

“Oh shut up.” Your voice came out with less conviction than you were aiming for.

For the next couple of hours, things grew to be rather comfortable between the two of you. It was silent for the most part as you both paid attention to the show. You were quite surprised to see him watching it so intently, to be honest. At first you thought it was just that he was checking out the female dancers, but he focused just as intently on the male routines as well. He would even marvel outloud at how smoothly some dancers executed a particular move. But even with him focused on the performances, you were not spared his observations of how a certain petite blonde’s flexibility could be better put to use. In a much more private setting. You had merely rolled your eyes, almost amused by his statement. Even when Jihyun couldn’t make it you had to deal with crude remarks.

It wasn’t until the last performers took the stage that you were graced with the sight of your favorite dancer. While he had performed in a couple other group performances earlier in the show, this was the dance he had been most excited about doing tonight. He had put more sweat and tears into this stage than you had ever seen him do in the past. It was a very special piece for him, one that he had crafted himself and had even recruited one of his dancer friends to partake in with him. From what you had heard from Hobi, there was no one he could trust with this choreography other than his partner. You just hoped everything turned out as he hoped. From beside you, you heard Jungkook sit up straighter, wiping the extra salt from the popcorn on his thighs as he set his gaze on the stage. You were not entirely sure, but you could have sworn you heard him mutter a ‘finally’ under his breath. Finally? Was he waiting for Hoseok too? You wondered. Before you could question him on it though, the music started to play, instantly drawing your attention back to the stage.

It was everything you were looking forward to and more. Once again, you were left breathless by the way Hobi moved from one complicated move to another. The way he maneuvered his body across the stage left you amazed, wondering how a person could even think to move in the way he did and still make it look both effortless and beautiful. Even his partner was spectacular. Throughout the entire performance you could not decide whom to focus on between the two of them. Hoseok definitely had the better technique and skill, and while the other dancer was not far behind, his movements somehow seemed more sensual and intoxicating.

“You’re drooling, love,” Jungkook whispered beside you as the performance came to an end, a knowing expression crossing his face as he reached for another packet of candy from your purse.

You blinked a couple of times, momentarily forgetting his presence altogether. When you finally turned to him, you shot him a scoff.

“You shouldn’t make that face, you’ll create wrinkles.” He smirked, rising to his feet to dust off his pants. “Come on, we need to beat the crowd.”

“The crowd? Where are you going?” you inquired, repacking your bag before any of the theater workers could spot the empty candy wrappers that you and Jungkook had worked through during the recital. “And why would I come with you?”

He didn’t answer at first, focusing on fixing his shirt instead. “I’ll take you to the back where the dancers are. Hyung is waiting for me there anyways.”

It took a moment for you to think it over. While you had enjoyed Jungkook’s company more than you’d like to admit during the performance, you were not here for him. You came for your pocket-sized ball of sunshine. However, if Jungkook really was going into the back, then that was where Hobi was. You could meet up with him there and still squeeze out a few more minutes with the captivating barista beside you.

“Okay,” you decided, standing up and looking around to make sure all of the evidence was out of sight before following Jungkook down the isle. “Maybe then I’ll find out who this hyung is.”

“Am I suddenly not enough for you, baby?” His voice dropped more than you were used to, taking on a more sultry tone than you were prepared for. The smirk that graced his lips didn’t help the situation either. “If you can’t even handle me, what makes you think you could handle hyung?”

Your eyes widened slightly at his implication. Once again you could feel your pulse accelerating, and it had nothing to do with getting caught by the workers this time. Still, you tried to clear your throat, hoping that it would be a distraction from the affect he was having on you. “Yah, do you kiss your mother with that dirty mouth? Tsk.”

His chest rumbled as he let out a low chuckle, raising his arm to hold open a door for you. “I do much more exciting things with my mouth than kiss my mother.” You did not miss the wink that he shot you, but you were far too flustered to react to it. Instead, you chose to make your escape by walking through the door. It only made him chuckle more as he followed.

“I’m starting to think that this fraternity is just full of overly confident flirts,” you grumbled, glancing around at where Jungkook at taken you. It seemed to be a dressing room of some sort, much to your horror. Both males and females walk around in various levels of undress as they chatted with each other excitedly about the performance. No one took much notice to the two visitors standing by the door, or if they did they didn’t seem to care all that much.

“It’s hard not to be when you’re so responsive to it,” Jungkook remarked, seeming at complete ease with the setting he has put the two of you in. “Come on, hyung likes the lockers in the back.”

Before you could process what was happening, he placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you past the different forms of naked dancers towards the very back corner of the room. You followed with little to no resistance. Most of your energy was going into remaining calm despite this new level of PDA you were receiving from the younger man. When had you become such a school girl about such simple things? You wondered somewhat bitterly.

As you approached the corner, a familiar voice traveled to your ears. “I’m telling you, you killed it. It came out far better than I had ever even dreamed of. You should be proud of yourself. I definitely am.”

Rounding the corner, you noticed two lone boys stood in front of open lockers, conversing amongst themselves. One you instantly recognized as your friend, seeming to recently have taken a quick shower from the state of his wet hair and the fluffy towel that was wrapped snuggly around his waist. Sitting on the bench in front of him was his dance partner, in much the same state as him but instead of a towel he had a pair of boxers gracing his hips.

You came to a halt when you spotted them, definitely not expecting to see one of your closest friends so exposed. You quickly look away from him, a blush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. However, your eyes only land on his friend instead, which wasn’t much better. Still, you couldn’t help but take the time to marvel at how gorgeous he was up close. While he looked handsome from afar, the proximity between the two of you now let you see just how much the stage lighting did him a huge injustice. Without the harsh white light washing out his complexion you were now graced with the sight of his golden skin that made you feel a pinch of jealousy. Your gaze was then lead up to his damp, dirty blond locks as his fingers ran through them. He let out a deep sigh, drawing your eyes down his body further at the sight of his chest moving. Before you could glance down to confirm that his thighs were truly as muscular as you had suspected they were onstage, you tore your eyes away, choosing to hide your face behind your hands instead. You didn’t know if you should thank or curse Jungkook for putting you in this situation right now.

“I don’t know, hyung. I’m not sure I was on time during the- Jungkook?” the seated dancer said. Peeking through your fingers a little, you saw that both of the undressed men were staring at the two of you at the end of the row, surprise evident in their expressions. “What are you doing here? Where is Tae?”

“Hyung got distracted with something before we could even buy tickets,” Jungkook replied casually, going to lean against the wall by the two older boys.

“Something or someone?” the blonde inquired, a knowing smile gracing his lips. Jungkook merely chuckled as confirmation. Reaching into the locker in front of him, he pulled out an article of clothing and tossed it at Hoseok. “Put those on before you give her a heart attack.”

Glancing over at you confused, Hoseok looked at you curiously, before his lips split into a wide grin. “Y/N, you came!” he shouted, dropping the pair of boxers Jungkook had thrown at him onto the bench to run over and pull you into a hug. Despite your flustered state, you let a chuckle escape your lips at his reaction.

However, your state of distress quickly returned as you once again realized just how undressed your friend truly was. “Hobi, couldn’t you have gotten dressed before you hugged me?” you whined, squirming in his embrace in your attempt to put some distance between the two of you.

Hoseok merely looked offended at your complaint. “You’re the one who willingly came into the locker rooms, and I’m the bad guy for being naked? Tsk.” His eyes suddenly looked suspicious as he glanced between you and the younger boy leaning against the wall, looking slightly taken aback by Hobi’s sudden embrace. “Y/N, why are you with Kookie?”

“Hyung!” You heard Jungkook complain from behind Hobi, his voice taking on a somewhat flustered tone that you had not experienced before. It left you with an odd feeling of satisfaction to witness the usually confident man look less than composed for once.

“Kookie?” you questioned, still flustered by Hobi’s resistance to putting on a single piece of clothing. You couldn’t say you liked the suspicious look he continued to shoot between the two of you, either.

“So this is Y/N?” The other boy spoke up. Glancing in his direction once again, you were just in time to see an oversized shirt fall into place to cover his torso. His lower half was already covered with a pair of distressed jeans that he must have stepped into during Hoseok’s greeting. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“That’s usually not a good thing,” you reply sheepishly, relaxing further now that less skin was being flaunted in front of you. You took the opportunity to reach into Hoseok’s locker, pulling out his clothes and handing them to him expectantly.

“It’s not.” The other grinned playfully at you, causing you to chuckle.

“Y/N, this is Jimin, the guy from my class I was talking to you about.” Hobi said as he pulled his pair of boxers on under the towel. “You know, the underclassman who could put most of us to shame?”

Your face instantly lit up in recognition. “I should’ve known by the way you dance! It’s so nice to finally meet you,” you said eagerly. You had been dying to meet Hoseok’s friend since the other boy started talking about him when school started up earlier in the year. The way he talked about Jimin made him out to be some majestic, dancing sweetheart with a heart of gold.

Jimin chuckled sheepishly at your reaction, bowing his head shyly. “I didn’t realize hyung talked about me that much.”

“Hyung, you talk about Jimin hyung but not me?” Jungkook spoke up, looking at Hobi offended but with a twinge of amusement.

“That’s because I didn’t want her to meet you, brat. How do you know her anyways?” Hobi spoke somewhat harshly, shooting the younger boy a small glare that bordered on comical coming from him. When he wanted to be, Hoseok could be straight up terrifying with his anger, but any other time he tried to be intimidating he failed miserably.

“You make me sound like such a bad guy. I met her at the café I started working at.” The way he spoke so casually and comfortably with Hobi made you wonder just how well he knew your friend. “She’s the chick who was stuck on that failed date I told you about.”

“The one where the guy criticized her order?” When younger nodded in confirmation, Jimin shook his head with a chuckle. “You have bad taste in men, Y/N-ssi.”

You looked at them baffled. “You told people about that?”

“Why wouldn’t I? It was funny.” His tone made it seem like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Don’t act like you didn’t tell people about me either.”

“Aish, Kookie-ah. How can you be so shameless in front of hyung’s friend?” Jimin rubbed at his neck with a flustered smile, clearly embarrassed by his friend’s confidence.

You were about to inform the youngest man that you did no such thing, but Hoseok beat you to it. “Wait, is he talking about Jinho? Why didn’t you tell us you knew Jungkookie?” A low groan escaped the barista at the sound of the nickname his hyungs called him. It made a small smirk pull at your lips at his discomfort.

“Wait, you didn’t tell people about me?” he said, a look of bewilderment crossing his face as he stared at you. “That’s impossible, girls always talk.”

“I told you not everyone was charmed by you.” Hoseok looked quite smug at the expense of his dongsaeng, crossing his arms as if he won some great victory.

Jimin gave you a curious look. “Wait, is she the Y/N Jackson was talking about a couple of days ago?”

“Yes!” Jungkook shouted gleefully, clapping his hands together as if Jimin’s words assured him of some great truth. His smug demeanor returned to his face as he eyed the blush that settled once again on your cheeks. “Yes it is.”

“Jackson? What does Jackso-” Hobi started, turning to send you another suspicious glare as he finished getting ready, but you quickly interrupted.

“Would you look at the time, we’re gonna be late!” Tugging at Hoseok’s arm, you pulled him to his feet. The dancer looked at you with an unhappy expression but complied, ruffling his wet hair a bit with an unintelligible grumble.

Jimin chuckled, leaning against the lockers across from Jungkook and shot you a knowing smirk. “I’m sure you are.” His voice was much deeper than it had been a few moments ago, catching you off guard for the millionth time that night.

“Will we be seeing you this weekend?” Jungkook cocked his head to the side curiously as he kept his eyes trained on you. You looked back at him confused. What was going on this weekend?

“Y/N hasn’t really been in a partying mood lately.” Hoseok informed him as he picked up his gym bag.

“You won’t even make an exception for us?” Jimin urged in a far too innocent voice for the expression he was shooting you. “We’d love to get to know you better.”

You couldn’t help but stare at Jimin, a little more than taken back. Wasn’t he just a shy little bean a minute ago? What just happened?

“Tsk, you two need to quit it,” Hoseok said in a less than amused tone. He wrapped his arm around you protectively, to your surprise. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

The two younger boys chuckled softly, unabashed. “I really do hope to see you Saturday, Y/N-ssi,” Jimin said as Hobi started pulling you towards the exit, his sultry demeanor once again reverting back into the soft, shy boy you had originally met. You were starting to feel a sense of whiplash due to him.

Glancing back at the two peculiar boys over your shoulder, you managed a small smile. “Well see.”

A/N: Surprise! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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