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april fool's joke [smt x reader x shb]

seok matthew x reader x sung hanbin | 3.1k word count | explicit (minors dni)

“matthew brought a friend to your hookup but jokes on him since you actually liked it”

contains: fem!reader, threesome (mfm - reader centric), jealous sex (one sided - matthew), oral (m and f receiving), tit/nipple play, praise kink, fuck buddy/friends with benefits theme, smut - p in v sex, pet names ("baby", "doll", "good girl")

it was supposed to be an april fool’s joke… nothing serious.

hanbin wasn’t supposed to be making you laugh. hanbin wasn’t supposed to be slinging his arm around the back of the couch's headrest where you sat. hanbin wasn’t supposed to be drawing circles on your knee, his finger then trailing up your exposed thigh. hanbin wasn’t supposed to be looking at you with bedroom eyes. you weren’t supposed to be looking back at him with bedroom eyes.

how the situation managed to bite matthew back in the ass, he didn’t know. he lost control of the situation the minute he brought hanbin to your hang out hookup but he would not admit he brought this demise unto himself.

matthew threw another shot back to his mouth, letting the liquid burn down his throat. he sat there watching the two of you as the sickening feeling swam around his stomach.

it was the alcohol. that's the lie he told himself. he wasn't the jealous type, especially not over someone who wasn't even his girlfriend.

it was supposed to be an april fool’s joke… seriously, it was.

it was a new month. what better way to start it than with a party?

the party had still been on high but you sat alone on the couch. most of your friends were gone already. probably giving heads and getting fucked somewhere. you don’t blame them for it. you were there for the same reason too. you were waiting for matthew to approach you but it seems like he was taking a long time to do so. irritation started to grow alongside your sexual need.

having sex was probably your favourite activity and matthew just so happened to be your favourite playmate.

you nodded along to the music and downed some shots as you waited. when matthew finally arrived, you tilted your head in wonder as you looked behind him. he had a taller friend with him. you’ve never seen him before. it was probably inevitable; you and matthew did not share the same friend circle.

they could see the curiosity in your eyes.

“this is hanbin!” matthew moved his friend forward, clapping his shoulder in the process. “i hope you don’t mind, i brought my friend along tonight,” he continued. he had this expression that made you wonder if he was thinking the same thing as you are… or maybe matthew was just always this cheeky?

hanbin bowed slightly to you and extended his hand, “hi,”

the irritation in you got its growth stunted. you were kind of shocked. this was a house party where everyone just fucks and go. no one was this polite. hot and a gentleman? where did matthew and his friends come from?

“no, i don’t mind at all,” you said in a sultry tone. you then gave hanbin a dazzling smile, one that won matthew over before. he knew they were fucked.

you stood up from the couch to receive hanbin’s extended hand. as the two of you shook hands, you liked how his skin felt on yours. you looked at him through your lashes. he gave you a dazzling smile in return.

on the side, matthew watched the two of you silently. he didn’t know what he was feeling right now but he didn’t like it.

“maybe he can join us later, mmm?” matthew nonchalantly joked, cutting in your hand holding as he purposely passed by between you and hanbin. he sat at the couch, looking at the two of you like nothing happened. hanbin huffed at his antics. you could only giggle. you’ve never seen matthew throwing something akin to a tantrum. it was almost cute.

“so, does he know?” you sat down and hanbin followed afterwards. you were talking about your little situation with matthew since he brought it up. the opportunity to fool around with hanbin was something you were eager to experience.

matthew nodded as he picked up the alcohol you had on the table while hanbin replied, “that you’re special friends?”

it made you giggle again. matthew wondered, ‘was hanbin even that funny?’ but he buried this deep inside. hanbin’s his friend.

“yeah, i’m aware.” hanbin elaborated.

the rest of the night went smoothly. it was actually fun and pleasant if matthew could omit the images of you leaning towards hanbin, of how his friend’s hand slipping underneath your dress and caressing your inner thigh.

hanbin wasn’t really there to be your third. it was genuinely a joke, honestly, but he made that comment so calmly it appeared to be serious. he didn’t mind if it became real.

in the darkness of your room after you fucked one time, you revealed to him you’ve always wanted to try a threesome. matthew agreed on wanting to explore new things. he could make it happen for you. he trusted hanbin too. so why was he feeling this way?

it was supposed to be an april fool’s joke… but it’s becoming like it wasn’t.

it suddenly felt like he was a fool.

you went ahead of him upstairs. when he opened the bedroom you texted you were in, he saw hanbin’s fully clothed form dominating over you. your panties were pushed to the side as his fingers curled inside of you. your pussy becoming acquainted with the difference between matthew and hanbin’s fingers.

matthew could see how your eyes rolled back as his friend pleasured you. your dress was already gone. it was on the floor by your heels. something dark stirred inside matthew as he watched what was before him.

in spite of that, he couldn’t stop his cock from straining against his pants. he couldn’t deny. it was a hot sight in front of him; matthew liked seeing you lose control. it was a bonus you both were attractive people.

the two of you still hadn’t acknowledged him yet. you were lost in one another but you were aware he was there.

hanbin removed his hand from your cunt. your panties snapped back into place but it didn’t take long before hanbin dragged it down. your slick folds glistened for him. he could see your puffy clit inviting him over to lick it so he did. he lowered himself to your cunt. he inhaled your scent before he started licking your clit. your hands went down to grip his hair, desperately just to keep him in place.

“hanbin,” you whined. matthew felt his eye twitch at that… his dick did too. (both twitching for different reasons.)

hanbin then returned his fingers inside of you. your warm walls welcomed him once more. he started to finger you as his tongue flicked your clit before going all out to suck it. your back arched as the sensations washed over you.

“you taste amazing,” he mumbled to your pussy. the coil tightened within you as his fingers dragged in and out of cunt.

oh, he was good. your pretty moans that were only reserved for matthew came out of your mouth.

matthew didn’t want to play a fool.

he removed his shoes and pants before going to one side of the bed. with rare tenderness of exclusive lovers, his hand caressed your head that was hanging close to the edge.

“w- was wondering how long you were going to stand there, matty,” you panted. hanbin looked up from your pussy and chuckled as he saw matthew flushing when you called him by a nickname. the vibrations from his chuckles added to your pleasure which made your hold on his hair tighten.

matthew shrugged off his jacket— he was left in a tank top that was stretched out by his well defined chest. then, he also lowered his underwear. the cock you knew so well sprung out, covering your line of sight. your mouth watered at it. it was hard already. it stood up intimidatingly with its veins so visible.

“open up, baby,” he said from above you. you obediently followed as he traced your jawline. he lowered himself to your mouth but before you took him in, you couldn’t resist giving the underside of his cock a sweet kiss.

that was the end of all sweetness before matthew fucked you in the mouth. you slowly bobbed your head with hollow cheeks to take him in.

“just like that, baby.” matthew hissed in pleasure as your mouth worked him up. from your angle, matthew was upside down. his hair flopped along with his actions. at first, it was steady but then he went harsher.

you gagged at the rapid change of pace, tears springing up your eyes. matthew looked at you while tried to keep his dick in, “such a dirty fucking mouth.”

hanbin faltered for a moment. his fingers exiting your hole. you didn’t like the emptiness. you shook your head at him so he would continue. it was as if you were saying: you were fine. you liked it. so, hanbin took initiative to match the rhythm. he curled his fingers one last time before pumping them in and out of you. his lips sucked hungrily on your throbbing clit.

“such a good girl. you’re doing so well for having us both.” hanbin cooed while his free hand held your thigh to keep it from closing in because of pleasure.

the praises stroked your feelings nicely. it was great to hear. you were incredibly full. you let the two men know you felt through the muffled whimpers and wet sounds leaving your aching mouth and tight pussy. you were already so sensitive. it wasn’t long before you squirted in hanbin’s mouth.

you wanted to apologize but matthew was still pounding your mouth. his hand gripped your jaw in place.

hanbin only licked his lips, assuring you he liked it, “you taste so good, doll.”

hanbin removed his pants, following matthew’s state of undress. (although, he removed his shirt along his hoodie. he wasn’t as big as matthew but he was fit.) he revealed his lengthy cock to you. pre-cum already dripping out. the only thing you could muster to think of was that it was pretty.

the tip of his cock hit your folds as if it was knocking for entrance. “i’m going in, doll, and you’re going to take it all, alright?” he slid inside of you easily. your wetness lubricated you enough.

the feel of his cock deep within you took any coherence you had left away.

“that’s it,” hanbin said softly, it was almost a purr. his voice mixed with matthew's grunts. he rocked his hips as he fucked you. hanbin’s hand ran over the bulge under your belly button. his cockhead so far inside you. you liked the feel of his skin on yours.

you whimpered into matthew’s cock as hanbin thrusted in you. no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t even moan out hanbin’s name because matthew was in your mouth. you adjusted to him in your mouth as you gagged far less. the tears that gathered in your eyes had fallen down your face. at this point, you did not care about the drool collecting around your chin and the tears rolling on your cheeks.

you tightened around hanbin. your orgasm came quickly which took you by surprise. feeling euphoric, your vision blurred as you came around his cock. you trembled from the intensity.

hanbin wasn’t far behind you. sweat rolled on his torso. the feeling of your walls clenching around his dick was too much for him. he groaned as your muscles and cum surrounding him pushed him over. he pulled out as he reached his climax. your name left his lips when he painted your stomach white.

but... matthew saw red. he scoffed at both of you. he thought could do better than that so he popped out of your mouth. saliva stringed itself between your swollen lips and his cock. you relaxed your jaw and took a deep breath now that you were given the chance to. you pouted knowing you didn’t finish him off.

as his friend climbed on the bed, hanbin moved to the side. your juices were dried up on his face. while catching his own breath, he saw you pout at matthew at the sudden emptiness of your body. he thought, in this moment, that you two were a match with your attitudes. though, you were somehow subtle.

“you liked being shared, baby?” matthew growled to your ear while his hand teased choking your neck. his sweat dripped down you as he bent to your level. you whimpered his name. your body too sensitive to keep going but he did not relent.

“mmm, not me, though.” matthew straightened his back and slammed his cock inside you. your pussy instantly clenched around him. you didn't even had the strength to reciprocate but you were glad knowing he could get off through this. your longing of being full was satisfied as well.

hanbin sat back on his knees, keenly watching as matthew buried himself inside you. he felt amused seeing matthew taken over by jealousy after you were ‘marked’ by his cum. his friend was always talking about you, how sexy you were and how free and open your arrangement was with one another.

“the center of it all was sex,” matthew had claimed but hanbin might be suspecting that wasn’t the case anymore. still, he was going to have his fun time while he was here right now.

“fuck,”

as matthew thrusted his jealousy out, your tits bounced in your lingerie. hanbin could not tear his gaze away from it. it was enchanting to watch them move. matthew was right about you being so sexy.

hanbin’s finger tickled the edge of your bra, hooking and pulling it down until your nipples peeked out. they were rock hard. hanbin couldn’t let this go to waste, especially knowing this might be the last time he would get to have you. he was going to have a taste of every inch of you.

he pulled your bra even lower, letting your tits temporarily free from its restraints. your boobs filled his hands as he squeezed it. he held onto them as it moved as you were being pounded on. however, your own hand that was feeling up matthew's bicep gripped his upper arm firmly as you could from getting a jolt from your peaks being touched. it was probably the last few energy you could muster.

your nipple slipped between hanbin’s fingers. it was practically begging for attention which hanbin happily gave. he pinched one before he lowered himself to put the other in his mouth.

“binnie,” you gushed. your back arched to push your tit further in his mouth. he really knew how to put his mouth to use. hanbin got a thrill when you whined his name.

“h- how are you still this tight?” matthew grunted, as his hands found your hips. his fingernails dug themselves slightly into your skin. your body was on fire. you knew you were getting overstimulated. still, you were never the one to decline desire.

“o- oh, yes,” you screamed, toes curling. none of you could tell if it was from the nipple sucking or the penetration you were getting.

you writhed as hanbin switched tits. his mouth suckled the other while the one that was coated with saliva got tweaked. his free hand also took the time to explore your body with feather touches. this brought you closer to your orgasm.

meanwhile, the tip of matthew’s cock reached a spot that had you mewling. “there, baby?” he asked if it hit your g-spot. you quickly nodded your head as the familiar coil in your stomach made itself known by tightening again. matthew knew your body so well.

“right there, matty. please, d- don’t stop,” you begged. matthew followed, of course. he was helpless to your charms. you sounded so sweet begging for him.

“i got you, baby.” he thrusted to a rhythm that hit your g-spot more accurately than before. it felt like you were going to erupt soon. so did matthew. he held his climax off so you could cum together.

“‘m going to cum,” you breathed out. matthew's grunts were becoming louder. you closed your eyes and focused on the overwhelming sensations your body’s going through. “oh, g- god. i’m so close.”

“then cum, doll. no one’s stopping you,” hanbin muttered into your boob, wanting you to also reach another orgasm. that was what you deserved.

with one last thrust, matthew buried himself deep inside. his cock throbbing as you clamped around him so tightly. you came around the same time, entering an exhilarated state. his fingers left indentions on your hips as he gripped them while riding out his high. you squirmed but you took it all since it was matthew. it felt good. he felt good.

matthew’s softening cock slipped out of you; you could feel the cum dripping as he did so. hanbin kissed your nipple before removing himself from your tit to see the mixed juices leaking from you. your pussy looked so nice.

he sat back at the bed’s headboard. he watched as his friend and his lover came back down from climaxing. he stroked his skin mindlessly. this night was never what he expected it to be. he discovered something new with his friend.

your entire being felt as thoroughly fucked as your core. your body was turning fuzzy with every second that passed by but you felt wonderful and satisfied. matthew rubbed the spot on your hip that was starting to bloom with a bruise. you liked knowing he did that but he still kissed it as an apology.

matthew then fell back against the pillows, sweat dripping down his face and muscles. you turned your head to his direction to admire the sight of his sleeveless top sticking to his abs and his cock glistening with a mixture of your juices.

matthew couldn’t lie. this was one of the intense experiences he's ever had. the blissful look on your face made it all worth it. he wondered if he was developing something more than being ‘fuck buddies’ with you. he was learning how to share (you, his emotions— shit, he wasn't sure but he was learning).

you knew matthew was jealous the entire time. hanbin did too. it had been fun provoking him. it was why you and hanbin went to the bedroom before he did. hanbin did go upstairs to the bathroom but you roped him in to see how true matthew's invitation was.

this time, you turned your head to hanbin, giving him a smile. you could see why matthew kept him around.

hanbin smiled at you both and suddenly— ‘would hanbin be down to do this again?’ you and matthew thought.

it was supposed to be an april fool’s joke… but the jokes do write themselves.

a/n: happy april fool's!!!!!!!!!! the jokes do write themselves because the other day i said i'll probably write less but i posted this. thank you to anon for making me churn out this. it's not as filthy as i wanted it to be but we make do since i wanted to get this out as wrote it earlier. it's rushed ahhh i'm not sure what to make of this. it was still a fun thing to write. it's my first threesome fic. i liked the prompt sm!!! i like hanbin a lot too. hehe, anyway, happy new month, everyone. please enjoy this piece. comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated. [also i want to note in time of publishing, i still exclusively write for matthew.]

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Say My Name ( Bernard the elf x Reader)

Part 1 of Naughty or nice series, Smut next chapter, 18 +, Nsfw, Brat reader, afab reader, she/her reader pronouns

Summary: You decide to skip out on work and mess with your favorite head elf.

The snowy village was peaceful as you sat outside the small cocoa cafe waiting for your drink. You loved this blissful moment in the last moments of November before the holiday season swept everyone into a frenzy. From your spot you can see the front of the workshop, plenty of elves coming and going with a few loitering outside in groups planning their game of tinsel football. A few shops also had some elves bringing out their big Christmas decorations out early to start prepping. It was calm and happy, no stress yet with all the hope and excitement of the month to come. This moment was special and warmed your heart. A moment you doubted the others even noticing it happening every year like clockwork.

The calm was a nice ritual but is only one reason why you snuck out of your office. You knew here soon it would be too busy for you or any other elf to be anything less than perfect at your jobs. So one last opportunity to hopefully mess around with the very busy head elf you loved to tease was the top priority right now.

You take in the calm while you can though, knowing sooner rather than later he will come find you. The waitress comes by delivering your cocoa and you take a moment to admire the whipped cream and sprinkled mug before taking a sip. The cocoa warmed your veins, sugar giving you the energy you’ll need here shortly. Then you heard his voice clear as a bell from across the square.

“Not now, Curtis!”

Looking up you spot him charging down the steps of the workshop, head flicking frantically side to side as Curtis ran alongside him, desperately trying to keep up. Curtis spots you first and freezes to watch this play out, quickly giving up whatever purpose he needed Bernard for. You watch with your head resting on your palm until you see the head elf himself freeze as he spun around and catches your gaze from across the way. You reach your other hand up to give a simple wave and a cheeky grin, which is all he needed to push himself out of his trance as he continues his path over to you.

“You’re supposed to be working, not drinking coffee, does Santa pay you to drink coffee?” He says sarcastically after he stopped his march and crossed his arms.

“Oh, hey Bartholomew.” You toss to the side without taking your eyes away from the beautiful whipped cream towered mug in front of you.

“Bernard.” He spit out with a curt click of his teeth. “You have several reports I have yet to see on my desk, and you didn’t request a break. So you need to stop drinking your coffee and Get. To. Work.”

You smirked to yourself, taking a short sip of your mug letting the tall tower of whip cream coat your upper lip and skin. You loved riling him up, and it was so easy to do with him. His eyes scrunched up, his voice cracked with the volume he reached sometimes, and his cheeks became flushed the angrier he got. You had a tiny tree you decorated in his honor on your work desk with each little bobble a different shade of red for each stage of his anger.

“Don’t get your stockings in a twist there Bernie.” You smiled before turning to face him. Your chest always bubbled in excitement when you see him in his usual grumpy stance with hands on his hips. Maybe it was the look in his eyes, or you wanted a new red ornament to adorn your tree to commemorate another special memory between the two of you, but you knew you were going to try to push him to his limits today.

“And you do know it’s hot chocolate not coffee right? You should really get those old eyes of yours checked out.” You finished with licking up the whip cream before letting your tongue drag slowly back inside your mouth.

Your cheeks burned with happiness watching his eyes narrow in on your action, his face flaring a shade darker, and chest rising with deep breaths that flared his nostrils. Your whole body already wanted to celebrate but you had to keep it cool to push him to his breaking point. So much restless energy flowed through you already that you have to push it all down to wiggling your toes excitedly inside your plush boots.

“My name is Bernard, we have known each other for centuries, and we are the exact same age.” He grinds out once more, voice raising in pitch. “You will give me the production and quality reports I need by the end of today or else Y/N.”

“Or else what, Baxter?” You beamed up at him, realizing that he has inched closer to you and now towers over your sitting form.

“For the love of snowballs its Bernard! You need to get back to work, respect your superior elf by calling me my correct name, or I will bring you straight to Santa and let him deal with you.” He starts leaning down to get in your space.

You watched as the light snowfall collected on his hat, tips of his ears, and nose. Your own nose tickled at the soft minty breath that fanned across your face as he spoke, it warmed your heart a bit more knowing he indulged in some candy canes in secret today. You have caught him in the past hiding around corners to have his candy breaks, scrambling to hide the evidence whenever you jumped out.

Your breath always hitched a bit whenever he heated up like this and you craved it. This was still just a small altercation and you couldn’t wait to push and push until he popped like a jack in the box.

“Make me” You quickly stuck a finger into the mug and scooped a bit of the whipped cream before smashing it into his nose and dragging the cream covered digit down his lips, chin, and neck. “Barney.”

“For Frosty’s sake!” He snaps before roughly grabbing your waist and with a surprising amount of strength that makes you yelp, he pulls you over his shoulder.

“Jeez calm down Blaine, and theres really no need to drag Frosty into this, the poor snowball has been through enough.” You chirp as he bounces you along through town towards the workshop. Despite all the fun you’re having, you still take the opportunity to hide in his curly hair to avoid the stares of all the other elves. The younger ones were drawing more attention to you with their snickers and ooo’s. Most are acclimated to this sort of reaction when the two of you are involved together but with the war path he carves through the snow paved town they knew you were being nothing short of naughty.

“Isn’t Santa supposed to be gone taking Ms. Claus on a trip before the holiday season?” You mutter out, anything to distract yourself from the knot in your stomach. Every part of your skin tingled like frost in the way his arm wrapped around your waist, fingers kneading into your stomach. His other hand clung to one of your legs just above the knee to keep you from fleeing or kicking.

“He got back this morning and has had plenty of time to unpack. Now he can deal with you.” He grounds out, voice evident of his growing frustration.

“Jolly old Nick loves me Bailey! That big old softy can’t even hammer a toy correctly in fear of breaking it.” You yelp out an oof as he jostles you around roughly at yet another nickname you’ve presented.

“Luckily as top elf I can and will break it as long as I have his expressed permission to do so.” His hand flexes around your leg once more, sliding a bit more up the leg as he tries to get a better grip with your wiggling.

Your thighs instinctively clenched and your gut was pulsing from the way he grabbed onto you. You were faced once again to acknowledge the slight crush you’ve been harboring for centuries. Your mind is running laps in this close moment, nose being overwhelmed with his slight cinnamon scent as he pulls you through the workshop. You no longer care about the stares as your mind drifts off to fantasize and think about the surprisingly strong elf carrying you.

You’re more than guilty for stirring up trouble for him just to have the chance to speak to him. Although you report to him its usually just a brief moment of contact before he zooms off to be the strict, serious, and hardworking head elf he takes prides in being. The more you teased him, skipped out on work, and lead him on a series of chases meant the more time you got to spend with him.

You prided yourself a bit on helping him earn his strict reputation, most of the elves being scared straight just by seeing his most strict moments when he reprimanded you. He wasn’t just a hard gumball all the time though. He only gets so worked up because he cares, more than any elf you ever met, about Christmas. His bossiness just came with a deep need of it all to go right but you could always see the care behind his actions despite his angry tones and fell more in love every time.

Even with your bratty elf behavior he always gave you a beautifully wrapped gift every year. Always hand made and always perfect. Whatever current hobby you indulge in, books you are reading, or food you craved he always got something completely perfect for you. You hoped it was a small sign he didn’t truly harbor any frosty feelings towards you.

Your mind started twisting from nice to naughty fairly quick the more his hands squeezed. Now most of your wiggling was to shake away the tingling need begging for attention which only caused him to squeeze more.

Suddenly he pulled you back to the ground right in front of ‘the big mans’ ornate wooden door. Your heart clenched as his hands pulled away from your hips, your dreaming hazed state hoping it wasn’t just you imagining his fingers lingering for a moment. You didn’t have to endure the madness of his skin leaving yours though, as he quickly wraps his hand around your wrist and leans down to stare you in your eyes.

“You have been acting up nearly every day the past month so you are going to go in there and tell him everything you have done.” He clipped through some heavy huffs most likely from caring you the whole way.

“You don’t have to talk to me like I’m 200 and why do I have to be the one to tell him?”

“Because I’m head elf and my seniority means you have to listen to everything I tell you to do.” The more he bosses you around the more your mind clouds with dirty thoughts of listening to some different commands from him.

Without giving him a response you knock on the door and walk in with the call of puppets screaming to enter. You quickly bounce in as nice as sugar, twirling the bells adorning your skirt, and toss a wave towards Santa. Bernard marches in and stands tall right in front of Santa’s desk, ready to exert his rank. You happily slide up next to him and give him a small jab of your elbow.

“Uh oh.” The puppets immediately call seeing you and Bernard enter, causing Santa to laugh brightly.

“Oh Ho Ho, its never a good sign that both of you are here.” Santa chuckled, sparing a glance at Bernard and raising his eyebrows at the state the elf was in. “So what squabble brings the two of you here again?”

“I’ve been nothing but Jolly to him I swear Santa.” You smile brightly before leaning in. “And can I just say that you look positively glowing with that tan. We should put you at the top of the tree this year.”

“Rednoser.” Bernards quickly coughs out before looking to the side and up.

“Carol killer.” You snip back at him just as quickly under your breath.

“Blizzard box” He shoots back.

“Tinsel tool!” You raise your voice as you both continue slinging insults.

“Toy Twat!” He pivots his view from Santa to stare you down.

“Stocking sniffer!”

Both of you start raising your voices in unison, throwing insults and yelling every thought that can cram its way out of your throats. The volume in the room triples as the puppets start mimicking your fighting and start smacking each other with rolling pins.

“Hey stop it, everyone stop right now!” Santa’s voice cuts through, lacking any real bite but filled with exasperation. Every one takes a moment to collect themselves as Santa stares at both of you while rubbing a hand through his beard.

“Oh boy, those were some new ones. I really hope the younger elves don’t hear those.” Santa hums to himself quietly for a bit in contemplation before sighing and leaning back in his chair.

You shoot a quick glance at Bernard a shoot him a smirk as Santa makes a series of contemplating noises as he rubs his temples.

“Bernard do I really have to deal with this, I just got back and haven’t even taken my boots off, and I need to check on Mrs. Clause.” Santa huffs out in a plea.

“Of course not Santa, I just need your permission to deal with her.” Bernard easily slips back into his head boy pose.

“Alright but it’s officially Christmas season and I really need you both to work together so please go easy on her. Oh and go somewhere private, I don’t need the rest of the elves distracted by your boxing match or to hear your colorful language.” He ends with a chuckle.

“Of course, thank you very much Santa.” Bernard quickly nods and grabs your hand before pulling you out with him.

“And Y/N don’t try to shove a snowball down his pants again!” Santa calls out quickly.

“No promises!” You shout back before stumbling to keep up with Bernards pace.

The march to presumably his office is quiet besides the thud of shoes on the floor as he pulls you down hallways. His silent anger was frightening you just a bit so you decided to poke the bear a bit more for a reaction that would end this silence.

“Brad you really need to slow down!”

His grip on your hand tightens but for now he keeps quiet.

“You heard Kringle, you should be nice to me. I think your heart may be two sizes too small Ben.”

Again no response and the silence was starting to gnaw at you. You were desperate to be acknowledged by him, anything was better than silence.

“Bill? Did you hear me?” Nothing, the fear and guilt start climbing your throat.

“Bob?” Your hands are getting sweaty.

“Benedict!” You finally scream while taking note of how fast your approaching his office door.

“Son of a nutcracker!” He finally screams out, yanking open his door and pulling you in quickly.

“You know my name Y/N! You snarky sarcastic sadistic snowflake! We have know each other over 1,000 years and you still don’t call me, your superior, by my proper name!”

You relished in a brief moment of happiness when he spoke again but it quickly corrupted to a warmth spreading through you again as he paced in front of you. Every time he spared a glance in between each turn of pace his eyes bore into your own, melting away your resolve and making your legs shift under his gaze.

As he slowed his pacing down he leaned back against the wall, breathing deeply as he glared at you. Every muscle in his body looked tense as he awaited whatever snarky comment you were constructing in your mind. Usually your quick wit would take over but your eyes stayed glued to his teeth gnawing on his lip. You sat back against his desk unable to speak, pushing yourself up to sit on the flat surface.

After a few moments he pushed off the wall and approached you, step by step. Finally his legs stopped a breath away from your knees, so close the fabric of his pants brushed past your skin as he shifted his weight back and forth. He breaths out a huff, lowering his eyes to be at level with your own, and boxes you in with his hands resting at either side of your thighs.

Your lungs ceased working, time froze as you waited for him to talk. You’re left with endless amount of time focusing on how cold the room suddenly felt, goosebumps pricking your skin and air bubbles clogging the back of your throat. Your pelvic floor was clenching and it caused a pressure too sharp and needy for you to handle, and you’re quickly trying to unclench and relax.

“What do I have to do to get you to respect me?” His voice came out low, frustrated, and coarse.

Before you knew you even opened your mouth, the words tumbled from your lips. “Make me.”

#bernard the elf #bernard the elf x reader #bernard x reader #fanfiction writer #x reader #the santa clause #reader insert #fanfictions #fanfiction #Smut #I cant tell if love this or want to set it on fire #i hope you all enjoy #part 2 will come soon #part 1 #smut in part 2 #I proof read but not enough #mistakes probable

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Ghostsoap Hanahaki disease, maybe? Imagine that it’s after a mission, and one of them has been feeling off the entire time, only made better but simultaneously worse by the other’s presence. They excuse themselves when they feel a horrible sensation and cough up a few petals. Eventually, after they continue to cough up flowers over the course of weeks/months/years and gradually get worse, the other finds out. Maybe it’s too late, or maybe they save them in the nick of time. It can end happy or sad— your choice, of course. :)

I'm literally kicking my feet rn Hanahaki disease is one of my all time favorite fucking tropes

Ghost had felt it through his mask. A faint tickle in the back of his throat like he had caught a cold. He bit back the coughs and ignored it, focusing on Soap.

Soap smiled at him. "Great job, Lt. We make a good team, yeah?"

Ghost went to respond but ended up coughing instead, feeling something in his throat. Ah, yikes. Maybe fibers or something from his mask? Its happened before.

"You alright?" He sounded so genuinely concerned. Soap gently grabbed his arm, looking up at him.

"Yeah..." He ended up coughing again, shoulders shaking just a little. "I'm fine..."

It wasn't until he went through evac, just refusing to talk, that he lifted his mask and coughed into his arm.

Something came up his throat.

Ghost pulled back and looked at the slightly bloody petals. They were five pointed flowers there, only the size of a quarter, and a soft blue. His chest tightened even more and he ended up coughing harder, more of them flowing from his mouth.

Once he managed to clear his lungs, he cleaned everything up, throwing away all of the stupid petals. He knew what it was, but he refused. Love was not something he could feel, let alone have someone feel for him. He was past unlovable.

Ghost pulled himself together and took a deep breath. His lungs rattled and he knew this wasn't over yet.

But it would be fine. Some stupid fucking flowers weren't going to kill him.

Soap sat next to him later and since he wasn't paying attention to it, it didn't feel so bad. At least, that's what he assumed.

Johnny smiled and his chest constricted slightly. He shuddered.

"Cold, Lt?"

"Nah, I'm fine." Ghost reassured and rolled his shoulders. The movement dislodged some of the things in his chest. His breathing whistled and he held back a wince.

Soap looked at him funny. "You sure? I'm sure Price would give you the time off if you..."

"No. Not interested. If that's all you have to say Soap, you can run off now." He glared at him, head tilting forward.

Soap frowned and flowers bloomed in his chest, bloodying his lungs. "Alright, Ghost. Just take care of yourself, yeah?" He walked off and Ghost's chest tightened back up.

Ghost just shook his head. Stupid fucking petals.

When he was alone, he pulled his mask up and tried to cough up as many as he could. These were bloodstained. He tossed them in the trash.

It was Price that first noticed something was... off. Ghost didn't know what he did to tip him off but Price was like a dog with a bone.

"You're slow." Price crossed his arms. "And you keep wheezing."

"Affirmative, sir." He was being cheeky, hoping to throw him off.

Price reached over as if to check his temperature before thinking about it. "Simon."

"I don't need to a break. I want to keep working."

Price looked at him for a moment before shaking his head. "No. If you're sick."

"I'm not sick."

"You could get someone hurt. I know you don't care if you get hurt, but I know you don't want to get anyone else hurt, right?"

Ghost grumbled. "Right..."

"Take the day off. See if you can get over this cold."

Ghost didn't know how to tell him that wouldn't be happening. He ended up showering, using hot water in hopes the steam would choke everything in his lungs.

His chest had loosened a little so he tried to take a deep breath, feeling the small vines and thorns dig into him deeper. The absolute helplessness of his situation settled in and he'd love to be coy. To pretend. But he already knew.

Simon loved Soap.

Soap thought of him as a friend.

Ghost couldn't fix that. Couldn't fix that at all. So he'd try to leave as long as he could. Hopefully a bullet would take him out and no one would ever know of the awful shameful secret.

Flowers filled the bottom of the tub as he coughed. More now. Heather, wildflowers, thistle. All staining the bottom. The water sprayed them, the floral scent filling the bathroom until he thought he'd choke on it. Or maybe that was the petals fighting to fill any part of his lungs they could. Flowing up his throat.

Ghost wasn't sure if the lack of real pain was better or worse. There was the sharp pain from the coughing. An uncomfortable sensation of his lungs having something caught in them. But it didn't hurt. Not enough.

The flowers felt like a painful confirmation which was that Soap really didn't love him back and that hurt. It hurt so much it was overwhelming his senses. He wanted the physical pain. Something to distract him. But there was nothing other than the pressure.

He bit down on everything and swallowed it down. They were just going to keep growing anyway.

Ghost got out of the shower and dried off, quickly covering himself back up. He opened his door and checked his room, making sure no one snuck in before going to his bed. His mask stayed in his hand instead of going on his face. Breathing was hard enough without the extra fabric.

It was months. Months of living like this. Never able to take in a full breath. Always coughing. Almost all of his masks had blood stains on them now, but the black covered it up well enough.

Ghost finally made a mistake. He started coughing so hard while sniping that he couldn't focus. The gun had slipped from his hand and while it luckily didn't give him away, he couldn't provide cover.

"Ghost, how copy?" Soap called through the radio.

He couldn't reply and after a moment, Price got on the radio. "Ghost, sitrep."

Ghost couldn't. He kept coughing, spots were building in his vision but he couldn't... He couldn't breath.

"Simon." Soap sounded worried. "Are you compromised?"

Ghost hit the button so they could hear him. He could only really wheeze at first, but he managed. "Solid."

"Solid? What kept you from answering?" Price pressed.

Ghost went to answer but started to cough. He couldn't stop. The radio cut off as he let go of it.

Thorns had started to set in. They raked at his lungs, cutting through the tissue of his throat. Tears started running down his face and it felt like they were invading his fucking sinuses.

He grabbed the radio. "Mission."

"Simon, I'm coming to where you are."

"No." Ghost hacked, feeling blood and flowers fill his mouth. It tasted so sweet.

His vision started to blur, the spots returning.

Soap was suddenly there. Hitting his back hard as the fit started to finally end, his chest loosening due to proximity. He took off Ghost's mask and any other time, he'd be pissed, as mad as a rabid dog, but he couldn't catch his breath long enough to think.

"Who?" Soap sounded angry.

Ghost shook his head.

"Goddamnit, Simon, why didn't you say something?" Soap looked around. "Who is she? We can find her."

Idiot.

Ghost's blood slicked hand grabbed Soap's shoulder and he leaned into him. Soap's arm went around him in a mockery of a hug.

"Evac isn't too far away. We can pull back, yeah? I'll help. I'll make Price help too."

Stupid Scottish man.

"I used to live next to a field of these. They're scottish bluebells. She a Scot? Maybe you have better taste than I thought."

Ghost pulled back from him, looking at him.

Soap faltered. "your eyes are bloodshot."

Ghost took a breath, chest rattling. "Not a lassie." He put as much mocking into his voice as he could, wanting Soap to know he was using lassie to bully him.

"A lad then? Some Scottish..." Soap paused, looking at him closer.

The silence felt defeaning and Ghost started to cough again. Fresh tears running down his face.

"Don't worry. Never expected you to love me back." Ghost managed to get out. "My body just... took it personally." He smiled, seeing his reflection in Soap's eyes. He really did look like shit. Fucking hell.

"Simon..." Soap said softly and Ghost covered his mouth.

"No. No." Simon shook his head, before slumping into Soap's shoulder. "I don't... I don't want to hear it."

"Simon, please listen."

"I'll never know if it's real."

Soap kissed him anyway. His lips were soft. Ghost was very aware that his own were chapped and stained. His scars pressed against Soap's skin.

It was easier to breath. Ghost hated that it was easier to breath.

"Get up. We need to go."

"Fuck you, MacTavish." Ghost pulled his mask back on and put his gun away.

"Love you too, Ghost." Soap said it sweetly. It hurt. He walked with him and Price looked at the petals that stuck to their clothing and made the decision not to ask.

Ghost followed the order of going to med. He went through the humiliatingly process of letting them touch him and make sure he was okay. His lungs had already started to clear up. Apparently the roots had been severed and they were now drying up.

Soap hung around him like an omen.

"Johnny."

"You thought I wouldn't love you back?" Ghost frowned.

"You sound offended."

"I am." Soap snapped at him, side eyeing him.

"MacTavish..."

"Riley."

Ghost bit his tongue. "I see. My love is a curse. Rather died without knowing than kill you."

"You're a fucking eejit." Soap reached over and Ghost reluctantly let him. It wasn't as bad as the nurses. His hands were warm.

"Don't expect to kiss me again."

"Are you serious?" Soap sighed. "Why? You love me. I know you do." He looked at the petals the nurses had removed from his throat.

Ghost crossed his arms and looked away from him.

Soap leaned in and cupped his face. "Come on."

"You can kiss me occasionally. Mask stays on."

"That won't last."

Ghost glared at him, but like usual, Soap didn't take him seriously.

"I love you, Simon."

Ghost, despite everything, couldn't quite form the words. He instead grabbed one of the cleaner flowers and handed it to him. Soap got the message anyway.

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley

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💙 dunnernlars <3

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

Let’s have some no plot fluff in these trying times. This ended up being a whole 782 words, so I'm gonna put it under the read more. Hope you like it anon!!

“Well someone has been having fun, I see.”

When Vince had dropped Adam off at the restaurant earlier this morning, leaving his fiance with a peck to his lips and their friends with a quick wave, the table had been full of rowdy hockey players excited to see each other for the first time outside of a game in months. Various members, current and old, of the Oilers and Devils had taken up residence in a large corner booth, a couple tables shoved over to create even more seats. Wolf whistles and kissing noises had followed Vince back out the door, making him giggly enough to turn around with one last cheeky smile and blow a kiss to Adam who looked about as red as his hair.

Now, three hours, several shopping bags, and matching melted iced lattes with his mother later, Vince returns to the little open air diner to find most of the guys leaning on either each other or the tables still littered with dishes. When Adam said he was meeting some friends for ‘brunch’, Vince didn’t realize he meant the bottomless mimosas Adam refuses to admit he likes kind of brunch.

There are still a few sober holdouts amongst the group that just shrug at him, a what can you do? motion that Vince returns with an exasperated but fond sigh. Adam had been leaning on… Nugent-Hopkins? It’s hard to tell past the massive sunglasses on the guy’s face, but whoever he is, he jumps at the sound of Vince’s voice, jolting Adam back upright into consciousness. For a minute, he just looks blearily around the room, blinking slowly as if to get his vision to come into focus. Vince really needs to make him that appointment with the optometrist when they’re back in Seattle.

Eventually, his eyes manage to catch on Vince standing on the other side of the table, and his lips spread into the widest, dopiest grin Vince has ever seen on him.

“Hi sw’theart.”

Vince lets the hand his fiance struggles to raise beckon him to round the table, enduring the back pats and ass taps he gets along the way from guys he hasn’t seen in a while. Once he’s in range, Adam spins in his chair - very nearly toppling himself right out of it - so he's sitting sideways facing Vince. Vince steps into the open ‘V’ of his legs, resting his hands in auburn hair, feeling strong fingers hook into the loops of his jeans.

“Hi. Were you having a good time?”

Adam nods, eyes falling half-lidded but smile just as strong. “Better now that you’re here.”

“Looks like I missed a lot of fun, huh?”

There are various gurgles and groans rising from the heads still pressed into the table around them. Nugent-Hopkins - maybe? - doesn’t make a sound; Vince isn’t sure he’s even awake anymore.

“Missed you.”

“Sweet talker. You just want me to bring you Advil in bed and cook dinner later.”

Adam doesn’t reply to that, just continues to gaze up at Vince with what can only be described as literal heart eyes. Vince just shakes his head at the sight, but a small smile is tugging at his own lips. He can never resist that look.

“C’mere.” Suddenly Adam is tugging at his arms, trying to get Vince to bend down to his level. Thick fingers come up to frame his face, brushing along the thin skin beneath his eyes, trailing along his cheekbones.

Vince is helpless, couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to, just lets himself be admired by the love of his life, admires him in return while he’s got the chance. After a few minutes of lovestruck gazing, during which more pitiful moans are heard from the background, Adam pulls him forward to place the gentlest of kisses on the tip of his nose.

“Du betyder allt för mig.”

Vince knows he turns red immediately, can feel the burn of flushed skin beneath the warmth of Adam’s hands on his cheeks. Adam always knows exactly what to do to make him melt. Judging from the smug look on his face and the way he’s leaning in for a proper - albeit slightly off center - kiss, he still knows what he’s doing, drunk as he is.

There’s only about one wolf whistle this time, though it’s weak and half-hearted, petering out about halfway through. Still, it reminds Vince that they have an audience, and he doesn’t want to give them any more chirping material than they already have - if they even remember any of it.

“Come on, Kärlek,” Vince says with a laugh when Adam stumbles into him upon attempting to stand. “Let’s get you home.”

#vince dunn #adam larsson #dunnernlars #larsdunn #seattle kraken #hockey #hockey rpf #my writing

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youaintnothinbuta · 1 year

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austin - “the hell you doin’?”

Summary: you run into an old friend(?) and Austin decides you been acting a little too cheeky for his liking

Pairing: austin x fem!reader

Word count: 1490

Warnings: dom!austin, LIME! no actual sex (yet, part 2 coming soon), choking

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One of your old friends (I say friends as an act of curtesy, however, frenemies who would constantly be stabbing at each others backs yet still insisted you were besties was a more accurate description of your relationship with this girl) from high school, a year younger than you, had just called your name from the opposite end of an isle in the grocery store, which is how you ended up in this conversation.

“So, how’s everything with Michael?” You asked this girl, who had spilled to you practically every other detail of her life.

“Oh, we broke that off a few months ago.” She frowned slightly.

“Oh, I’m sorry I had no idea. Have you gotten back out into the dating world yet?”

“Funny you say that, actually, I was just thinking about Austin, from high school. You remember Austin, right? He’s like a full celebrity now.”

“Oh, yeah, ‘course I remember. Austin.”

Yes, he was a “full celebrity” now, and he wasn’t in high school, this girl really had an eye for the obvious. Perhaps more importantly, he was your boyfriend. Maybe she actually wasn’t that observant, because you showed up to every event with him, but regardless; you found it rather amusing that she didn’t know of yours and Austin’s relationship. You had a choice- stop the conversation and be honest or let it play out and see how far she’ll take it.

“So you guys still friends or…?” She trailed off.

“More or less.”

Definitely more.

“Perfect. Can I have his number, if you have it?”

“Yeah, ‘course, I’ll give it to you in a sec.”

“Thanks.”

The conversation faltered, leaving you to think. A little tiny bit of harmless misleading wasn’t going to hurt, right? After all, you knew Austin wouldn’t at all give her the time of day, not even a little bit.

“Hey, actually, I’m going out to dinner tonight with a group and he’ll be there, why don’t you tag along?”

“Oh wow, okay, sure, I’d love to.” She smiled.

“I’ll text you the details when I get home.” You smiled back, as the pair of you slowly made your way to the checkout, exchanging details and then parting ways.

Later that evening, Austin was sat with a group of mates, waiting for you and a few others to arrive at their table. You walked in with your friend, your boyfriend lifting an eyebrow, surprised to see you walk in with her. He, being your boyfriend and the only person out of the group you’d known since high school, was the only one who knew your history with this girl.

“The hell you doin’?” He whispered as you gave him a hug. He knew you, and while you were a very kind person, he knew you had an ulterior motive with this girl.

“Nothin’ baby.” You responded, kissing him on the cheek. You sat down together, your friend sitting with you. His left hand gripped onto your thigh for a solid 10 minutes, and while you were enjoying as you always did, you wanted more of a reaction from the girl next to you.

“Do you like my hair, Aus? I tried braiding it and getting curls from that.” You asked him, knowing he’d compliment you.

“I do like it, s’very pretty, darlin’.” He took his hand off your thigh, instead reaching around your shoulder to the front of your face, brushing your hair back from in front of your body to behind your back, before resting his wrist down on your shoulder. He continued talking to his mates, his hand waving around in front of your face as he often spoke with them.

While she still was yet to be visibly angry, she was most certainly watching Austin intently. You locked eye contact with her, moving your face to kiss Austin’s fingers. She watched as you did so, keeping eyes locked with her the entire time. Your lips curled into a grin once you’d removed them from his knuckles, his thumb and index finger grabbed your chin gently in response.

“You bitch.” She stood up and stormed out. You laughed and waved her goodbye.

“What was that about?” Your boyfriend asked, his hand moving to rest on your shoulder.

“I’ll tell you later.” You smiled.

“Okay,” Austin laughed, “What’d you want to eat now, darlin?”

You, Austin and a group of your friends finished your dinner, you and Austin being the first of the couples to leave. He left his share and yours of the bill with them as you gave everyone a kiss on the cheek goodbye and headed out, his large hand wrapped around yours.

“Now, you wanna tell me what the hell you were doing? You’ve hated her since year 11.” He asked, reaching for his seatbelt, as were you.

“She expressed an interest in you, so I did what I had to.” You spoke, nonchalantly.

He raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure what you were saying.

“Romantically. She wanted me to set her with with you.”

“And your first instinct wasn’t to tell her we’re together?” He asked.

“Well, I considered it.” You said, earning a chuckle from Austin as he pulled out the car park and the two of you headed to his place.

“And ultimately you decided upon…”

“I told her I’d be going out for dinner and you’d be there. She was expecting you to be hitting on her so really I don’t blame her for leaving. I guess she found our PDA nauseating or something. But at least I won’t have to talk to her ever again, which is nice.” You smiled.

“Angel, why was she expecting me to hit on her?” Austin asked, though he was pretty confident he already knew the answer.

“I told her you would.”

“You are evil.” He shook his head slightly, with a smile. “If I didn’t know you any better, I’d be scared of you.”

“Nothing to be scared off, you’re on my good side.” Your hand found its way to his knee, tapping it twice before resting it there. After a few minutes, you trailed your fingertips from his knee to his thighs, running a finger along his groin.

“Sweetheart.” He stuttered.

“Yeah?” You asked, fingers playing with his semi-hard dick through his pants.

“We’re ten minutes from home. Can ya just, hold on?”

“I can, but you look like you’re about to burst.”

Austin grabbed your hand from his body and moved it to your own thigh.

“Your behaviour the next ten minutes will decide how the rest of the nights gonna go, okay darlin’?”

You held back a scream. God, his tone of voice, his choice of words, it was all so sexy. You contemplated all the possible outcomes of the actions you may or may not partake in, ultimately deciding that no matter what Austin had in plan you’d enjoy it, so you might as well have your own fun. You reached back over to his crotch, unzipping his fly and cupping him in your hand.

“You don’t know what you’ve just got yourself into.” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“I may not know what it is,” you bit your lip, “but I know it’s gonna feel so good.” You whined the last half of that sentence. Instantly, you felt his cock press against your hand and watched as he exhaled sharply. Your fingers trailed their way to his tip, swirling your thumb around, spreading his precum all over his tip.

You felt his hips buck. He didn’t say a word, his eyes fixed on the road. You were only streets away from his home now, and your heart started to race knowing he was not going to let this slide. What’s the point in stopping now? you thought.

“Feel that, Aus?” You asked him, squeezing his cock, making more precum ooze out of him. “So wet for me.” You teased him, something he’d always say to you.

The pair of you pulled into his driveway. He zipped up his pants and followed you to the front door, the car locking 20 seconds later.

“Get inside. Upstairs right now.” Austin snarled as he unlocked the front door, letting you inside, he wiped his boots on the doormat before stepping inside and locking the door behind him.

“And if I don’t?” You challenged him, arcing up to him, playfully. He grabbed your throat and jaw with his hand, his cold keys scratching lightly against your throat. He walked you backwards until your back was pressed against the wall.

“Get on your knees. I ain’t playin’. Ya hear me?” He growled.

You listened, sinking to the ground in front of his feet. He unzipped his fly once again, pushing his pants and underwear down around his knees. You steadied yourself with one hand gripping his thigh, the other holding his cock at the right angle for you to have your way with it.

A/N: sorry to leave y’all on a cliff hanger there but this has brought the FILTHIEST ideas to my mind and I’m trying to decide what Y/N’s punishment will be…. Hehe ;)

#austin butler #austin!elvis x y/n #austinbutler #austin x reader #austin elvis imagine

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marsalaqueen · 1 year

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Ok, I have a sad theory about Alex Turner's relationships with his women and his music, that is, I hope, not 100% true. And I do want to share it with you!

The concept is that Alex takes only inspiration from his girlfriends for the new albums, write lyrics about them, but not really love them. And the only person whom he is in love with is Miles Kane.

Before we start I'd like to say that I don't wanna blame or offend anyone. I personally do not know any of the people described below and I can be wrong about them. I respect everything they do, and in fact I sympathize with absolutely every character. All the thoughts described below came to my mind only during a small investigation of some Alex's texts, which hooked me with their references even though sometimes they are not obvious.

Sooo, let's begin with Johanna Bennett. They were dating in 2005-2007, Alex was 19, for sure just a kid. The development of Arctic Monkeys has just begun, first album, first fame and fans confession. In fact, there is little information about them on the Internet, and the only thing I found was what he recorded with her "Fluorescent Adolescent". I can't say anything about specifically her influence on the first albums, because the press did not really catch their relationship. Then let's slowly move on to the favorite of most fans Alexa Chung.

Alexa was a real match. Their names, appearance and magnetic charisma spoke for themselves. They were dating from 2007 to 2011, Humbug and Suck It and See were released in this period (Favorite Worst Nightmare was recorded before her). And if in Humbug I can’t clearly trace any references (except perhaps Crying Lightning), then SIAS is one continuous declaration of love to Alexa. It has a lot more melancholic, romantic, incredibly touching songs - «She’s Thunderstorms», «Reckless Serenade», «Piledriver Waltz», «Love Is a Laserquest», «Suck It and See» and others. There is no doubt that the main source of inspiration was Alexa. And when Alex performed live She’s Thunderstorms after their split, the bitter pain was felt throughout the song. I mean, read some lyrics from SIAS:

Your love is like a studded leather headlock

Your kiss it could put creases in the rain

You're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock

And those other girls are just postmix lemonade;

The type of kisses where teeth collide

When she laughs, the heavens hum a stun gun lullaby

Those twinkling vixens with the shining spiral eyes

Their hypnosis goes unnoticed when she's walking by

And I do believe that Chung was his last true love. Some sort of a special chemistry could be seen between them, a strong real feeling. Alexa was loving, easy and sincere, just like SIAS.

But after only a month in 2011 he started dating Arielle Vandenberg, a Hollywood actress. With her they had their best (commercially and judging by the love of the audience) album AM. IT was cheeky, luxurious, sexy - posh as an American dream, whose incarnation can be called Arielle. She was in R U Mine? and One For The Road clips (maybe even in some more), she is definitely his Arabella starting at least from the leopard coat that she often wore. In a word, she fit well into the concept of AM. They also looked cute with him, drinking together in bars and wearing damn cool Halloween costumes. And, more importantly, she got along with the rest of the members, as did Alexa, by the way!

Several months passes and Alex is in a relationships again - this time with a model Taylor Bagley, the most chaotic and crazy one (in a good way). After stunning success of AM Monkeys are taking a hiatus, and Alex starts having fun with Miles. We come to the intriguing part. During their relationship with Taylor, they are recording a new album with TLSP, which, in addition to the sound of vintage soul with strings, is also very romantic and poignant. What they did with Miles on stage is another story, but we'll get to that later. So, he and Taylor got paired tattoos with their names, he literally wrote at least "Sweet Dreams, TN" about her (Although being born in Oklahoma, she states in interviews that she considers herself a Nashville, Tennessee, native and she has a piercing in her nose), by the way, she also made a tattoo with the name of this song. Together with Miles they hang out at her house with a pool and dog; she is in "Bad Habits" clip, and in general they are real safely threesome. They are crazy, drunk and happily doing some odd things, like the 2nd TLSP album.

And finally we are coming to the most provocative part. Louise Verneuil. I will not say whether he cheated on Bagley with her or not, but the time between the breakup and the new relationship was negligible. Rumors say that Louise was almost in his dressing room backstage while he was still in a relationship with Taylor. So, so far, their relationship with the French singer is the longest he's ever had (2018-till now). Visually, I am insanely impressed with how they look together, they complement each other incredibly, if only because Louise is finally lower than him ahahaha. She is petite and flirtatious, infused with the spirit of the 70s and Jane Birkin. Look at her clips (Love Corail, Desert and etc.), and then at the Car....

Yes, he produced some videos for her, so maybe they are similar. But his style of Alain Delon, the image of the horny teacher of geography from the 70s, scarves at concerts and so on - all this gives off the atmosphere of Louise. For example, a There'd Better Be a Mirrorball clip, in which, by the way, there is Louise as well.

The only thing that confuses everyone is her bad relationship with fans (I saw a screenshot of the correspondence somewhere, where she rudely asked the girl to remove the photo with Alex from her stories), scandals with likes on posts about rape, photos of Alex once in a while a year, and the absence of Alex's sincere smile next to her, let's be honest. And one important notice - he stopped celebrating Halloween with Louise, which he apparently loved very much, as he always carefully approached the choice of costume (my favorite is Florence and the Machine with Arielle, it's fantastic)

Let's sum up a little. 1) Since 2005 Alex cannot be without a relationship for more than 4-5 months, which is not normal obviously. He seems to be afraid of being alone, thinking that he will not find inspiration for a new album, or, in principle, he has a fear of loneliness. 2) Vibes of all his albums are a reflection of his girls. Next to them he changes also. 3) Remember the evolution of his images, in addition to age and interests, the style of girls also influences him. With Alexa, it’s simple T-shirts and old jeans, while she is in plain dresses and shorts with knee socks; with Arielle he is in tight pants and leather jackets, and she is in extravagant coats and heels; with Taylor he is in colorful suits and flared pants, and she is in very short tops with pink hair; with Louise he is in corduroy jackets and white shirts, whilst she in vintage jeans and flowing blouses - boom, all matches! 4) Obviously he has a type of girls with a square face, blond hair and bangs. The only one who deviated much from this type was Taylor. 5) I have not seen him hugging, laughing and kissing someone the way Miles Kane does, next to whom he literally glows, not afraid to show himself, not afraid to be real, foolish, but really himself.

Perhaps happiness loves silence and Alex, as a not very public person, keeps all the feelings between him and his woman, but he is too open next to Miles, not afraid to show his feelings in public, which raises some doubts.

I would like to write a separate final post about Al and Miles, if it is necessary at all. Please let me know if any of this resonated with you, and if I can flesh out any of these points to you in more detail, I will do so with pleasure!

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #miles kane #alexa chung #louise verneuil #arielle vandenberg #taylor bagley #milex #tlsp2 #theory #relationship

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multifandomthoughts · 2 years

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Hurtling towards you off the power of a bomb, comes Junkrat. You don’t see or hear him until it’s too late. Sprawled out on the ground from the impact, you sigh.

Junkrat looks at you with a grin before cackling. “How do you like that? Pretty scary wasn’t it? I’m the one and only daredevil around here, nobody else could possibly be as numb to it as me!” As soon as the words left his mouth, another ripe cackle erupted from his maw.

You put your head in your hands, the impact of the blast suddenly hitting you, pain blossoming inside your body. “I didn��t find that scary one bit. Just really painful.”

His laughter dies down and he stares at you with a raised eyebrow. “What’dya mean? That was a total scary surprise!” You shrug and rub the sore spots. “It hurt and I didn’t see you coming, but I’m used to this so I’m not scared.” He gives a grimace and thinks to himself. “I’m going to get them sooner or later, if it’s the last thing I do.

Days go by, and finally it’s October. The best month for pranks besides April. The only month where you can effectively scare the pants off of something and there’s nothing the other person can do about it.

Junkrat has been plotting for the past few days, preparing the perfect prank to scare the pants off of you, and he’s finally. Approaching you nonchalantly, you know something is up. “Hey, (Y/N) are you doing anything tomorrow night? I’ve got some friends who are putting a party together, and I thought you might wanna come with me.”

His offer is friendly enough, but friendly isn’t usually his thing so you feel something has to be amiss. You shrug and accept his request. Maybe he hasn’t had the chance to host one before, and he’s excited. You spend the rest of that day and most of the next not giving the party much further thought, and soon the time comes for him to pick you up and bring you there.

Immediately it feels off, as he’s really fidgety and keeps looking over at you as if wanting to see if you’ve figured out some secret he’s keeping. He tries to make conversation about your day, but he doesn’t seem focused on your answers. When you finally arrive he tells you he’ll meet you inside, which feels a bit rude but he’s never been one for chivalry and manners.

You walk down the dimly lit hallway to where the party is, a little on edge. Everything seems a little off and at this point anything could scare you. Maybe this was all a ploy to kidnap and torture you? You don’t know what he’s got planned. Passing through the double doors at the end of the hallway, you find yourself in a large open room filled with decorations and props. As soon as the doors close half a dozen people in scary costumes pop out from behind the props and yell to try and scare you.

You scream, already being on edge. Your gut feeling had been correct, it was a trap. People continue to come out of nowhere in scary costumes in masks until a familiar figure appears. Once you recognize Junkrat’s distinct frame, you huff at him in annoyance. “Really? Have you been planning this whole thing just because you couldn’t scare me that one time?” He just gives a nonchalant shrug and a cheeky grin. “It’s Halloween, everyone is entitled to a good scare.”

With this, the scary monsters remove their masks. It’s your friends. Junkrat must have put them up to it. “Now the real party can begin!” Junkrat exclaims, grabbing your hand. He leads you to a room filled with drinks, candy and snacks. You sigh with relief, knowing that it’s just going to be a normal party.

“What, you didn’t think it was going to be like that all night?” You shake your head. He got you good.

#overwatch imagines #overwatch #overwatch x reader #junkrat #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes #jamison fawkes x reader

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Song Stuck in My Head, a soulmate au ft. Dorian Storm

Consider a soulmate au : whenever your soulmate hums/sings a song, the tune gets stuck in your head 🎵 🎶 (signed 🎭 anon)

this is the first of a soulmate series im going to (try) to do! and of course I had to start with our beautiful blue boy

The first memory you have, of the music that sweeps into your mind, is of a simple lullaby. You can’t hear most of the words but the melody sticks with you along with the sense of peace that comes with a parent’s love. You mostly convinced yourself that it was all in your head; you were imagining it or maybe you should go see a healer about hearing music that wasn’t really there, you couldn’t decide. Then, you decide one day to hum along and the other song stops.

You continue to hum and eventually the other voice joins back in, entwining with your own and building upon the lullaby. You couldn’t talk to whoever is on the other side of this strange musical connection but you enjoyed all the time spent with them in your mind.

Some odd years later, you’re humming to yourself when an answering tune fills your head. You go back and forth, crafting this song in your head with whoever it is on the other end of the music. They throw in an odd trill at the end, very obviously being cheeky, but you run with it. In the end, it’s certainly a strange sort of song but it was yours.

You can’t tell much about the person on the other side - you didn’t even know if it was a person. You could be exchanging melodies with who knows what! You’d confided in a few people before and, when they actually believed you, often people suggested a Fey, playing with you. You’d shrugged them off; it didn’t matter so much to you why, you just enjoyed these little glimpses of this other being.

It’s been a few months now that you’ve been in Jrusar. The other singer in your head had been a lot quieter, though in the late evenings or early mornings, you’d often hear some melancholic melodies. Throughout the day, you’d throw more chipper tunes their way, even humming along to the slightly discordant song y’all made together.

The Spire by Fire is, for once, in a quieter mood. Everyone seemed calmer than usual, something you could appreciate…though that didn’t last long as a large, boisterous group came flowing through the door. They’re loud and a little obnoxious but you just roll your eyes and go back to your drink.

“Alright, alright! Just one verse though!” They catch your attention again as a blue-skinned man stands, huffing at his companions and grumbling good-naturedly. He carried a lute in his hands and stepped up onto the little stage the Spire had that usually hosted bands or bardic performers. You’d turned back to your drink when he strummed the first chord and your body stilled.

I’ve got a twitch in my eye now

From all the winks i gave you

But if i close the other eye now

All i can dream about is you

You’d never heard the words before, but you knew every note of that song. Your eyes were glued to the man as he plucked at his lute. The part he played was short but you knew this song by heart; it belonged to you and whoever was in your head. Which, presumably, was this guy.

You stood so quickly you nearly knocked your chair over, apologizing to the man sitting behind you as you rushed across the inn’s floor. The man is just stepping off the platform now, his friends cheering him on as a few of the patrons throw copper or silver his way. He spots you approaching and offers you a smile.

“I didn’t know there were words to our song.” You blurted out. He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to one side.

“I’m sorry? I don’t - I’m not sure what you mean.” He laughed good-naturedly.

“We made that song; you’ve been singing in my head for years. I could - I know this sounds crazy, hang on. Don’t judge me for this performance, okay?” You instruct. You hum the first few notes to that lullaby you heard all the time when you were young. His jaw drops and he reaches out, grabbing you by your arms.

“You-! You’re really the one in my head, huh?” He laughs and then leans his forehead against yours for a moment before he’s stepping away and letting you go. “I’m sorry! I’m - that was just such a surprise!”

“For me too.” You assure him.

“You two know each other?” A voice asks. You turn and find a very large and…voluptuous faun towering over the both of you, a grin across her face.

“Kind of?” The two of you say at the same time and there’s a bit of a blush across the guy’s face. You laugh a bit and introduce yourself to them.

“Dorian Storm, at your service.” Dorian says with a cheeky grin. He grabs your hand as he sweeps himself into a bow, laying a swift kiss to your knuckles.

“Who knew the person singing in my head was such a suave man?” You teased, if only to see how much darker a blue you could make his skin. Which worked, if the way he stuttered and stammered was any indication.

“I, ah, that is to say, would you like to join us?” Dorian asked, biting his lip. You glanced at his group (who were all definitely staring while pretending not to stare) and back at him. You gave an exaggerated sigh, looking back at your abandoned table and drink.

“I suppose some company wouldn’t hurt.” You smiled. He grinned in return and pulled you to the table, pulling a chair from a neighboring table and making room for you beside his seat.

“Everyone, allow me to introduce you,” Dorian said, naming off everyone as you sat down.

“Wait, is this-?” Orym started to say before Dorian cut him off.

“Oh, hahaha, Orym, what was that?” Dorian gave him a pointed look and Orym looked away, grinning into his drink. You gave Dorian a confused look which he very pointedly ignored.

Later, when everyone’s more distracted, Orym tugs on your arm to get your attention.

“He’s been calling you, the song-maker in his head, his soulmate.” Orym whispers once you’ve leaned down to him. You look at him in shock then look back to Dorian, who’s in some argument with Chetney and you can’t help but smile.

“I could get behind that, I think.”

#dorian storm x reader #dorian x reader #critical role x reader #critrole reader insert #two fics in one week? idk what’s happening lol

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a-casual-kpopfan · 2 years

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Our Twilight - Chapter 2

Previous Story: Part 1

Next Story: Part 3

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A/N: Hello boos, it's me again with my fellow ghost writer here, posting up the next Haseul chapter in this series. (:

Just want to thank @ifeelsounsure0 and @gangplanksorenji for the edits and looking over <3

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A few days later…

With their hectic Queendom schedule, Haseul has been constantly training over the past few days. Today is her first day off, and her first chance to find out who this mysterious MJ is. And to do that, she requires the help of a few people

Haseul is sitting in the living room with Hyunjin and Jinsol. Haseul stares intently at Hyunjin while the girl makes a phone call, and Jinsol just messes around with her laptop.

“Mhmm, mhmm, thanks unnie! Sorry for bothering you on your day off!” With that, Hyunjin hung up the call and turned towards Haseul “You were lucky unnie! Apparently, there was a ‘MJ’ as a trainee in Polaris back then!” “Really?” Haseul looks at Hyunjin, her face practically screams ‘tell me more’, which is quite adorable.

“Mhmm! He joined a year after our debut as Loona 1/3, and according to instructor unnie, he really had the talent to be an idol. In a few short months, he got the support of almost all the instructors after all.”

“How is there a trainee like that, are you sure you didn’t hear it wrong?” Jinsol chimes in on the side, seemingly unconvinced of the story. “Unnie! I swear I didn’t hear it wrong! You must have seen it firsthand at the show, right? His vocals were amazing!” “…...I didn’t pay that much attention…” Jinsol mumbles to herself.

“Hyunjin-ah! Get back to the topic please! If he was so talented, why didn’t he debut?” Haseul quickly steers the conversation back to the main topic, prompting Hyunjin to continue: “He would have debuted as a soloist the same time we fully debut as ‘Loona’, but suddenly, he decided to quit.”

“Quit?” Both Haseul and Jinsol ask at the same time.

“Yeah, according to instructor unnie, he said he ‘lost the spirit and motivation’ and decided to quit that very day, not to be seen again.” Hyunjin frowns slightly as she recalls the conversation, “Such a shame, he could have been as famous as us, maybe even more. Just look at how he’s trending right now!”

Hyunjin isn’t wrong, after that episode was broadcasted, social media exploded with posts about the mysterious ex- trainee MJ, some even made a poll voting to make him an idol. But like every mystery, he disappeared without a trace… Until now.

“Well, I don’t know how he did it, but that guy didn’t even register with his real name! just ‘MJ’ and that he worked at a library? Oh yeah, they did mention in the show that he’s a librarian right?” Hyunjin scratches her head, looking at Haseul and Jinsol.

“Pfft, just a library, how hard can it be to find a library in Seoul?” Jinsol says as she googles on her laptop. ‘300+ searches found’

“Oh….it might be hard to find a library in Seoul… Ehe” Jinsol says with a cheeky smile as she scratches her cheek, earning a glare from Haseul.

“Anyways, thanks for your help, Hyunjin-ah, as promised, I’ve already ordered bread for you” “Thank you unnie!” Hyunjin gives you a big hug before moving to her room, humming happily.

“Now…we should probably get started on finding that library?” Haseul looks at Jinsol “Oh no, you’re the only one looking for it, I’m just here to offer you moral support!” Jinsol replies almost instantly with a bright smile, leaving Haseul flabbergasted. “…. Didn’t you promise to help me?”

“Well, this is your journey to find your Prince Charming, so it’s more suitable if you search for him, correct? Besides, I already got mine~” Just as Jinsol says that her phone starts to ring with a “Hubby <3” ID. “Speak of the dev-” Before Jinsol can grab her phone, Haseul reaches for it instantly and answers the call.

“Oh, hi oppa, Jinsol is currently busy with helping me right now, so she’ll call you later, have a good day oppa!” And with that, Haseul hangs up and returns Jinsol’s phone to her with a mischievous grin. “Yah! What if it was something important?!” Jinsol angrily pouts, which honestly looks more cute than angry, only to see Haseul focus back on the laptop. “If it was important, he’ll ring the doorbell.”

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And so, start the journey of Haseul and Jinsol into the depths of Google, exploring every nook and cranny of the map as they search for whatever hint they have about that mysterious library. Meanwhile, the Loona dorm is as lively as always…

“YAH, LEE GUNGJEON, DON’T YOU DARE RUN! GIVE ME BACK MY SNACK OR ELSE YOU’RE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH TONIGHT!” Sooyoung’s voice booms through the hallway of the dorm, showing her might as a vocalist although for an entirely different reason.

“IF GUNGJEON OPPA IS SLEEPING ON THE COUCH TONIGHT, CAN I SLEEP WITH YOU UNNIE???” Haseul doesn’t even need to look up to know whose voice it is. Only one person can be that daring in this dorm.

“W-wait! I was just kidding!” Of course, Gungjeon quickly voices his complaint and tries to give Sooyoung her snack back, but Sooyoung has already wrapped her arms around the younger member, puffs her cheek and scoffs at him.

“Too late, I’m sleeping with Jiwoo tonight. Have fun with no pillows and blankets.” And walks away with Jiwoo while the younger giggles in delight. Leaving Gungjeon standing there, looking like a lost puppy with a bag of snacks in his hand.

“He should have known not to mess with her snack, not to mention Jiwoo.” Jinsol can only offer sympathetic words before going back to helping Haseul.

Ding Dong

The sound of the doorbell breaks the concentration of both Jinsol and Haseul. Both turn to the door so fast, almost causing them to have whiplash from how fast they turned. Sweat starts to form on Haseul’s forehead as she remembers her previous words about Jinsol’s boyfriend as Jinsol herself glares at Haseul, preparing to stand up.

“Oh! It must be my bread!” Hyunjin bolts straight out of her room to the front door, like a predator chasing its prey, but in this case it’s bread.

After heading out for the delivery, Hyunjin enters with a piece of bread already in her mouth, and an opened pack of bread in her hand, only to be met with her two unnies’ stares. “Ish sumthin wron unni?” (Is something wrong unnie?) “Nothing Hyunjin, nothing at all…”

As Jinsol says that she glances at Haseul, who is looking up the ceiling in order to avoid Jinsol’s glare, then back down at the laptop, feigning ignorance. “Sorry, you were saying?” Jinsol only scoffs before turning her attention back to the laptop, leaving Hyunjin standing there, confused, but very happy to have her bread.

Haseul and Jinsol research tirelessly through the night. Mostly Haseul, Jinsol is still pretty salty about how Haseul didn’t let her call her boyfriend.

“Yah, Haseul! It’s already late!” Jinsol points to the clock on her phone, which clearly stated 11pm. “You can head to bed first Jinsol, I’m just going to look a bit more….” Haseul only spares a glance at her phone, then back to the laptop.

“Why are you doing this Haseul? There’s no need for you to go that far, just for a guy who you never met” Jinsol pouts slightly, worrying about her leader’s health as it’s been a while since she has seen Haseul this serious about something. “I-… I honestly don’t know, Jinsol-ah. When I look at him, I feel like…” Haseul stops a bit, trying to find the right word. “I feel like he can make me… Whole again.”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

“Ever since I joined you girls as Loona, it’s been the best time of my life, but somehow, it doesn’t feel… Complete to me, like something is missing, forgotten, and that guy might know about it.” Haseul hesitates as she sees Jinsol’s confusion clearly on her face “I know what I’m saying doesn’t make sense, Jinsol-ah, but I can’t ignore it, otherwise it will keep gnawing away my mind-”

Jinsol interrupts her with a gentle hug as she envelops her leader in her embrace, her arms hugging Haseul’s back and soothing it with gentle strokes. “It’s okay Haseul…. You don’t need to say anymore, I understand you….”

“Y-you do?”

“I do, because it’s the same for me and Daewon,” Jinsol smiles softly at Haseul. “The girls might be family, but I can’t imagine my life without him. I will never be the best version of myself without him by my side~” Haseul can see a warm gaze in Jinsol’s eyes when she talks about him. Her eyes look soft, incredibly soft, combined with the passionate love that she has for him, and a touch of longing.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t allow you to answer him earlier, I was too focused on my own things…” “It’s okay Haseul-ah, I promised to help, so I will, but probably another day, ok? It’s late now, and we need rest.”

“O…kay?” Haseul glances briefly back to the laptop in defeat, but right then her eyes catch a social media post: ‘Anyone know this librarian? I want to express my gratitude to him for helping me. Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to catch his nametag, only a glimpse of his armband.’

Attached to the post was a picture of a young man, seemingly running away in a hurry. His back was turned to the camera, so his face couldn’t be seen but Haseul knew.

It’s him.

Jinsol, observing Haseul’s face ever since her eyes got glued on the screen, makes a comment “Are you sure that it’s him?” Only to be met with a firm nod from Haseul. “So, where does he work?” A quick stroll down the comments gave them the answer. “Silent Haven? It does sound like a library” Jinsol giggles at the name, but the same can’t be said for Haseul.

Her head starts to ache as if someone is pounding a hammer relentlessly against her skull. She suddenly remembers something….

A flashback plays out inside her mind, of a young boy and girl at a sitting area of a library.

“Yah, stop reading! Go out and play with me!”“… But I like reading….”“Pfft, you’re such an old man M̸̠̊̈̑į̴̥̈́̈́n̸̜̖͕̳͛̋́̃-̶̬̹͌̚J̷͈͂́͗͠o̵̡̢̰̐̽͌͛o̸̮̰̮̹͛̏n̶̛̦͈̈̀̾. Are you going to work here when you grow up?”“Maybe….? I like quiet places.”“You’re boring! C’mon, let’s go get some ice cream!”

And with that Haseul suddenly snaps back to reality, with her hands still clutching her head, and Jinsol looking at her with worry.

That girl… Was I… Then what about that boy??? Haseul starts to analyze what she just saw remembered . Could it be? Haseul is deep in her thought when Jinsol snaps her out of it “Haseul, I think that’s enough for today, we have schedules for tomorrow”

“Yeah, you’re right, we should get some rest….” Seemingly satisfied with that answer, Jinsol slams the laptop shut before pushing Haseul towards the bedroom, making sure that both will get some rest. Although for one of them, sleep might not come anytime soon…

“I will find you, and I will find out what is wrong with me.”

To Be Continued.

#loona #loona fic #haseul #jo haseul #fanfic #loona haseul #male reader #kpop fanfic #MoonVerse

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thedonkeyofyourdreams · 1 year

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the bastard son and the devil himself rewatch

Ep 3.

Soul continues to be soulless by killing grannies. Suicide by scarlet kiss potion - I wonder if that was the same they used for Nathan’s mother?

Jessica gets freaky in bed (by shapeshifting into a guy she just killed. Not sinister at all, huh?)

Nathan is finally improving, especially after hearing that his gran is dead. He draws a bird right before Soul and the hunters come to get him. I wonder if Marcus has been watching over them a while as this bird. I find it i a little funny how Jessica shouts orders to everyone in the car when Marcus attacks. She is still just a recruit, but I guess it’s a little foreshadowing to how she will be giving orders in the future. And I wonder what Marcus wanted with the attack - we are supposed to think he wants to kill Nathan, but was he just pissed with these people using his kid as a punching bag?

Soul kidnaps Nathan, puts a needle in his neck (why do people have to do that always?? That is not a thing, don’t stab people in their neck with needles pleasE).

Nathan gets away and the guard Steve goes SPLAT

The decimation sfx is awesome.

Recap of events from Annalise’s last months. Her brother was beat up. David flirted - not quite as charming as at the bowling, but she goes for it. Soul is a supportive father. And then she kills Beef the rat. Beef goes splat on the cream carpets. And this is why wall to wall carpets are a bad idea, I just CANNOT understand why they are a thing. Annalise tries to hide what has happened, which to me shows that she can’t be that close to her parents. I would have run to my mother screaming that I had killed my rat and what should I do, my power is exploding pets!! But she doesn’t trust it with her family. And furthermore, her dad finds it, seems to put two and two together, but does not ask. Communication is key, people!

But later on she finds info on her skill in the dark magic book, which makes me wonder if she got this skill for a reason. Maybe even by Soul’s doing?

Then she drives to London (she is only 17 tho, is that legal?), finds Nathan and kills Steve (SPLAT)

and now to my favourite part so far in the show.

They sit bloody in a café screaming “help” at Nathan’s hand and... it works! And it leads them to everybody’s favourite character Gabriel, the cheeky frenchman..

First of all, I love his hallway, I wonder how many fairy lights did they need for that you think?? What would my electricity bill look like if I tried it myself??

Gabiel is on a roll with great lines in this scene. “Please don’t fuck in my bathroom”, “Can you believe these motherfuckers?”, “Well, I’d best put some trousers on, hadn’t I?” Such a golden character introduction, I fell in love immediately.

Sorry Annalise, but the rest of us do. The apartment scene really launches us into the next chapter. Through the window.

And Annalise get a moment where she chooses between Nathan and Gabiel (AKA changing her power) and her dad (AKA guy she can’t communicate with) and she literally dives into the unknown to write a new path for herself.

I’m so excited to see the trio’s journey again!!

#tbsatdh #tbsatdh spoilers #rewatch #the bastard son & the devil himself #half bad #netflix #fantasy #gabriel boutin #nabrielise #fandom

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missmouse25 · 2 years

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Girl. I'm unable to contain myself right now. So please please pretty please:

Could you write something with Lando and Martin (even Max and Luisa could be in it) based on the Weeknd's Moth to a Flame song? I leave it entirely up to you. (You can definitely spice it up a bit tho 😂😂)

Thank you so much, i can't wait to see what you'll come up with 😍😍 love youu 💕

Oh bestie! I actually had quite some fun writing this one. I will say for anyone else reading this that i probably wont write for Martin again, this was a special occasion 😬 but please do still enjoy

Moth to a Flame - Martin Garrix (plus Lando Norris)

gender neutral first person pov // 2511 words // very minor feelings of being pushed aside (I cant think of a better word rn) but there is a happy ending

--- Two years ago:

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want things to go like this…”

My voice was shaky. It felt like the walls of the apartment were closing in on me slowly. There was nowhere to run to: I had to stand and face the music.

“It’s ok, my liefje.”

Martijn’s words took me by surprise. Sweet, beautiful Martjin who didn’t deserve what I was doing to him but was still trying to make me feel better.

“I understand why you need to leave. This life is a bit much. I can be a bit much sometimes.”

It had been a tough three months; not knowing where his work ended and our relationship began. Working on something new even as we lay in bed together at home in our supposed free time. Face timing while he’s in the studio just because he wanted to talk only to be interrupted by someone else.

You couldn’t separate Martjin from his work, not that I wanted to but he deserved someone who would understand. And at that moment in my life, it wasn’t me.

“Maybe if we’d met a little bit later, things could’ve been different,” he said, brushing a tear off of my cheek. “But you need to do what’s right for you, my liefje.”

“Right person, wrong time,” I said quietly.

He nodded.

“Right person, wrong time.”

~ Present day:

How I’d ended up in this crazy world of race cars was anybody’s guess. How had I ended up as a friend to Lando Norris was also a mystery to me. More-than-friends but not quite a relationship was probably a better way to sum it up, in all honesty.

“Ok, we’re making plans for summer break. Is there anything you want to do?”

Lando was abuzz. The first half of the season had been gruelling in so many ways but he was looking forward to putting it all aside. That was something I really appreciated. Sure, F1 took up a lot of Lando’s life but when the race weekend was over, it was over. He had nothing more to do with it till he absolutely needed to.

“Hmmm…” I thought out loud. “Nothing really is coming to mind. I’ll go with wherever you guys pick.”

“Cool.” He typed away on his phone, no doubt trying to get the ragtag group of boys to come to a decision (a much harder endeavour than one might think). “Oh yeah, we thought about maybe going to Ibiza cause there’s a concert there.”

“Ooo, what concert?”

“Martin Garrix,” he said casually.

My whole body froze. Lando didn’t know about our history. I hadn’t told him and I had never really planned on telling him because in truth, I had never completely stopped feeling something for Martjin.

“You do like Martin Garrix, right?”

It was an innocent enough question.

“Yeah, I guess so…”

“He seems like a super cool guy. Max, not Fewtrell other Max, is friends with him and says that he’s really nice.”

“Oh… are we going to meet him?”

Lando gave me a cheeky smile. If my heart wasn’t already pounding in my chest, it would’ve started then.

“That’s the plan, Max is going to set us up.”

He turned back to his phone and continued his quest to make it a holiday to remember, unaware of how my world had just been turned upside down.

“Hi, Martjin, I’m sorry to be sending this so late but… If you have some free time, I need to call you. It’s nothing bad just… please call me. Sorry again.”

It was a terrible voice note but I had tried countless times already and nothing had sounded right. Eventually I’d just given up.

With Lando out for the evening, the house was quiet but my mind buzzed like a power plant with thoughts so loud it seemed like there was noise everywhere.

‘Do I want to see him again? Could I stomach seeing him again? Will I forget myself and run into his arms the moment I lay eyes on him?’

For the outside world, and especially Lando, I was feigning excitement over going to the concert. Even for the whole trip. But there was this pit in the bottom of my stomach that wouldn’t go away. Not even when I was with Lando which normally could distract me from anything.

I nearly jumped out of my skin as my phone started to ring. Cautiously, I accepted the call.

“Hi, Martjin.”

“Hello, my…” He stopped himself short. “Hey…”

“I didn’t expect you to call so soon. I thought that you might be busy.”

He sighed softly, like he always used to when he knew he was in the wrong and couldn’t argue his way out of it.

“Well, technically I’m busy. But when I saw your message… I will always make time for you.”

‘No, Martjin don’t say that to me.’

“Oh, thank you. I just have a bit of a strange thing to ask you.”

That pit in my stomach felt like it was growing and taking over my body.

“Some friends of mine and I are going to be at your show in Ibiza and they plan on meeting you.” I got up and started walking around the room. “This thing is…”

“They don’t know,” he completed my sentence for me.

“No. And I’d really like to keep it that way. If it’s an issue for you then I won’t come to the concert…”

“My liefje… Sorry.” Martjin took a breather. “It won’t be a problem. Come have a good time. I’ll pretend as though I’ve never met you before. It’ll be fine.”

Realistically it would be the perfect plan but, deep down in my heart, that was not what I’d wanted him to say.

“Can I ask who your friends are? Just in case I see them beforehand.”

“Yeah… You can know.”

Time seemed to crawl forward till the holidays began but once it did it was a rush. I blinked and we were on a plane. I blinked again and we were on a beach. When I next opened my eyes, I found myself looking at my reflection, debating if this was the outfit I wanted to wear tonight. This night. The night I’d been dreading for so long now.

“Are you ready to go?”

Lando came up behind me, putting his hands on my waist. I caught his eye in the mirror as he spoke again.

“You look great. Beautiful, actually. You have nothing to worry about.”

He leant forward and sweetly kissed my cheek before moving off to get his belongings.

‘It’s now or never,’ I thought and walked to the door, ready to accept my fate.

The crowds were immense and loud, as they always were. People loved Martjin. Or rather, people loved Martin Garrix and they loved his music.

Lando led our group of friends through the back entrances, simply flashing our VIP passes as we did, breezing past the chaos and into a quiet lounge backstage. There weren’t many other people but we filled the space and took the drinks we were offered.

“This is going to be wild,” Max said, sipping his drink. “I saw some clips from his previous concert, absolutely insane.”

“Must be a bit intimidating though,” Lando said. “All those people watching you.”

“Says the man who drives an F1 car for a living,” Max countered.

Lando rolled his eyes.

“This is different. In the car, you’re aware of the crowds but it’s not what you’re focused on.”

The two kept jabbering as I moved away. The palms of my hands felt clammy and I didn’t want them to notice how jittery I was being. I knew how the process worked: he’d come in, meet and greet everyone and then go do final prep before the show. But now I was on the other side. Things were different.

A door opened to the side and someone stepped into the room, the movement making me look over. Through the gap, past the staff members, I saw Martjin and I knew he had seen me too. I froze. The door swung closed again and the fleeting moment was over.

“Martin will be joining you all shortly,” the staff member announced and the buzz around the room picked up even more.

All the feelings of regret from when I left him suddenly swelled up inside of me. None of this was right. It wasn’t fair to Lando to be lying to him; it wasn’t fair on Martjin to be making him lie. It wasn’t even fair to myself, knowing that I was the cause of all this.

“Lando, I’m not feeling well,” I whispered in his ear after moving closer. “I’m going to the bathroom; I’ll meet you backstage.”

Before he could say anything back, I quickly walked out of the room, holding back the tears.

Peering from the wings, I could see Lando and Max on the stage to the side, having a blast. The atmosphere was like a drug; it got into your system and pushed you to a high you’d never felt before.

Looking past them, I looked to the DJ stand and watched as Martjin worked the audience. He looked good. Not just handsome but he looked healthy; thriving. Even from so far away I could see the sparkle in his eye and his smile which was contagious as always. I found myself feeling alright.

Martjin looked to the boys on the stage, giving them a thumbs up which they eagerly returned. Looking further on, he found me. I thought of all the previous times I’d hidden like this just off to the side while Martjin worked, staying up late with him and sleeping in till midday.

He waved and timidly I waved back. Satisfied, he looked back over the sea of people in front of him; in front of us.

There I stayed, watching from the side lines, wondering if it was too late to go back and change my own mind, to stay with Martjin and work through our issues together. What I wouldn’t give to rewind time and tell him how much I loved him.

‘Gone exploring. Be back before lunch. Sleep as late as you like <3’

I’d sworn to myself as I wrote the note, that it would be the last lie I told him. After this morning, I’d come clean about everything and tell Lando anything he wanted to know. But first I had to talk to Martjin.

In the dark hours of the early morning, I’d called him while hiding in the bathroom of my hotel room, trusting that he hadn’t yet come down from the high and was still awake. There had only been one ring before Martjin had picked up and we’d arranged in hushed voices where and when to meet.

So, I found myself waiting in the foyer of his hotel, eyes constantly darting to the elevator in case the next time the doors opened, it’d be him.

‘He won’t come,’ I thought. ‘I wouldn’t come if I was him. Not after all I did to him.’

Those thoughts were quickly disproven as out from the silver doors stepped Martjin, looking sleepy still but happy. Probably still residue from the night before.

“Morning,” I said, standing up as he neared.

“Morning.” Martjin smiled. “Are you hungry? The breakfast here is really good.”

“I was hoping maybe we could go somewhere quieter. Away from…” I looked around the room.

He nodded and walked me through the hotel, out the back door and into the gardens. The grass was still damp and the sunshine made the dew glisten. A stone pathway led us to a secluded bench, far away from any prying eyes and eavesdroppers.

“You weren’t at the meet and greet last night,” Martjin said as brushed the worst of the water off the seat.

“I just needed a moment.”

We sat down together, looking at the greenery all around us and not at the other person. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat, determined to say what I had come here to say.

“I’m sorry,” I started, my voice soft. “I’m so sorry for everything. I’m sorry for making you lie last night and especially to Lando because I’m sure you two are going to be good friends and this is a terrible way to start a friendship with someone. I’m sorry for using you as my safety net while I’ve been with someone else.”

Shifting on the bench, I turned to look at Martjin. Sweet and kind Martjin.

“And most of all, I’m sorry for leaving you. For how I left and when I left. Hell, even why I left. Looking back, it was such a stupid reason, we could’ve… I could’ve worked through that. And I know it means nothing but deep down I still love you, Martjin, so whatever you want I’ll do. I’m going to tell Lando the truth today but if you never want to talk to me again, I understand. I’ll do it.”

Martjin looked at me, blue eyes shining in the morning light. Reaching over, he took my hand in his and pressed his lips to my knuckles.

“My liefje,” he said without hesitation. “I think the person you’re hurting the most right now, is yourself. You’re like a moth always flying too close to the fire and one day you’re going to singe your wings.

“I just want you to be happy. If you’re happy with Lando, then stay with him but tell him the truth. If you aren’t… Well, that’s a decision that you need to make.”

Martjin took a deep breath before continuing.

“As for me, I never stopped caring about you, my liefje. I would give anything to be with you again but we can’t be what we used to be. It’s up to you to decide what happens now.”

The hotel room was just as I had left it, the only difference being that Lando was now awake. He lay in the bed, scrolling through his phone, no doubt scoping all the pictures from the concert.

“Hey, did you enjoy your exploring?” He asked with a sleepy smile as I came inside, which made me feel so villainous for what I was about to do next.

“Lando, there’s something I have to tell you. I can’t keep hiding this anymore.”

His smile faltered but still I persisted.

I told him everything.

~ One year later:

It had been so long since I’d been in this apartment and I took a pause to gather my mind before knocking on the door. Almost a year’s worth of healing had brought me back here but it was where I needed to be in order to finish my journey.

It didn’t take long for him to answer the door, despite the fact this would be a surprise to him.

“You came back, my liefje,” Martjin said, a big grin forming on his face.

“Like a moth to flame,” I answered.

#eek i am rather nervous about this one #martin garrix fans please be nice i did my best #and obviously this is nothing against him i just needed the story to make sense im positive he's a super nice guy in person #my source says so therefore it must be true right Petra? 😉#martin garrix x reader #martin garrix fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris fanfic #Mouse Writes #ThatKindaVibe

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Prologue - Truth or Dare

Word count: 3.9k

genre: suggestive (MINORS DNI!)

Part 1 of Stuck Together

Contents: This is a (not so) small intro chapter to the series to set the *cough* pLoT. There is no smut in this one but a lot of suggestive stuff and mentions of kinks.

I really don't like this chapter myself but it's the intro and a lot of people still enjoyed it so I don't want to delete this. But I promise the other chapters are better.

"Due to the sudden outbreak of the Corona virus within the university staff, all residents of school housing are forbidden to leave their apartments for the following 14 days and will have to remain in quarantine. Everyone has to stay in their respective housing complexes." The announcement rang through the entire campus housing building.

"They have got to be fucking kidding me," you said out loud and immediately left your desk to go to the hallway and check for your roommates.

In the hallway almost all doors were wide open as you were met with incredulous faces.

"Are they really locking us up for two weeks?" Wooyoung asked in disbelief.

"Looks like it," Jongho replied with an annoyed shrug.

"Following these precautions, the final exams will be postponed until next month."

This late statement sparked much more enthusiastic responses among the boys.

"That means we have two weeks of vacation!" Yeosang cheered.

"Trapped in our fucking dorm," Seonghwa added still annoyed.

"I can't believe I will be trapped with all eight of you idiots for two weeks," you muttered under your breath but all of them seemed to hear you perfectly clear as they looked at you.

"Be glad it's us, at least we're fun!" Wooyoung snapped back.

"Why don't we ever do fun things then?" you replied to him with a sulk.

"Y/n is right, We should use this free time to have some fun. Maybe we can play some games and have a few drinks?" Hongjoong suggested to lighten up the mood.

"GAMES!" an excited San screamed and with that your plans for the evening were settled.

"We'll see us in the living room later than," Seonghwa concluded after you set some plans and everyone retreated to their room.

You now didn't feel enough time pressure anymore to continue your studies and instead thought about the upcoming evening.

You loved spending time with your chaotic flatmates. Even if they were annoying sometimes.

Opening your closet you roamed through the clothes stacked in messy piles. If I spent the evening with eight handsome guys I might as well dress up.

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You helped pushing the furniture towards the sides so that you could sit on the ground together comfortably around the small couch table. Towards the back of the room, Wooyoung and San stacked up all the alcohol they found in the apartment, which proved to be way more than everyone thought.

"Before anyone gets themselves a drink, I have an idea for a game," Jongho announced as soon as everyone had been gathered.

"That can't be a good one," Seonghwa muttered lowly but you heard him as he was standing right next to you.

"Then tell us," Mingi said impatiently. He was just about to get himself something to drink. Everyone looked at Jongho expectantly.

"Everyone mixes up a drink and then we draw lots to see who gets which drink."

You heard Seonghwa groan in annoyance next to you and you couldn't help but agree. But the evil inhabitants of your dorm were already way to excited about the idea.

Wooyoung flashed a cheeky grin, while Yeosang just smirked inwardly, clearly planning a horrific mixture in his head.

"Okay, but at least make it somewhat drinkable..." Hongjoong agreed with a sigh.

And with that everyone scattered around the drink table and started mixing up a drink. You were torn between multiple options. You did like cocktails but didn't want anything too strong early in the evening. After all you could happen to pull your own drink.

You decided on a very neutral option in the end and simply poured a glass of white wine. Your own wine to be exact. It was the only bottle inside the apartment except for Seonghwa's cooking wine which he had deemed undrinkable.

Yeosang looked at you in disappointment: "You're no fun Y/n."

"You will regret saying that once you pull your own... mixture of hell or whatever that is." You looked at his glass in disgust. You knew he had added at least 3 different kinds of hard liquor and were even more afraid that he would top it with either beer or milk, which some idiot had added to the table as well.

In the end, you hadn't paid attention to what most of the boys were mixing up so almost all the drinks were an absolute mysteries to you. You all lined them up next to each other and every drink got a number. Jongho had already prepared little slips of paper with the numbers on them to draw.

"Ok, who wants to go first," he asked with an evil grin on his face as he tossed the lots into a bowl.

"I'll get this over with," Seonghwa said and drew a piece of paper. "It's number 7."

"That's mine," San announced with a delighted smile and you immediately felt bad for Seonghwa. The glass he picked up is filled with a brown liquid and he eyed it with a look of displeasure.

When the others encouraged him to take a sip he did and as soon as the flavour hit him, he started gagging.

"What the fuck did you put in there?" he asked San with a furious expression on his face.

"Just about everything," the younger said more than satisfied.

You continued the number drawing and soon it was your turn.

"Number 4," you said and looked at the glass.

"That's mine," Hongjoong announced with a hint of jealousy. The mixture he got from Wooyoung looked much less pleasant than what he had mixed up himself. "It's just a gin tonic."

You breathed out in relieve and when you tasted the drink you found it quite pleasant. You shot Hongjoong a thankful smile which he responded to with a small wink that unexpectedly made your heart flutter and you looked down quickly.

Yeosang ended up getting your white wine and he looked like a pleased prince as he sipped on it. You all settled down and you end up sitting between San on your right and Yeosang on your left.

"Now that we all have something to drink, what do we play?" Mingi asked into the group.

"How about truth or dare?" Wooyoung suggested and as soon as those words left his mouth you knew you've gotten yourself into trouble. After all, you're the only girl with 8 men playing a game that's usually used for only dirty questions and dares.

Noone seemed to object, so an excited Wooyoung started: "But there is one extra rule! Everyone has one chance to ask a group question, when truth gets picked. We all have to answer then."

""And if we don't want to?" a sulking Mingi asked.

"Then you drink you coward!" Wooyoung answered with a scowl. "Alright," he looked around the room for his first victim. "Seonghwa, truth or dare?"

The older eyed Wooyoung sceptically. "Truth."

A bright grin spread on Wooyoung's face and he was clearly up to no good: "When was the last time you got laid?"

Your eyes widened at the directness of the question. You didn't expect this game to go south that fast. Seonghwa glared at him like he was about to get up and beat the living shit out of Wooyoung.

The latter noticed and added even more smugly: "It's just a game, Seonghwa. If you're too shy to answer you can drink up."

He knew very well that drinking whatever hell San mixed up for him was not really an option.

"Like... three months ago," he said with a straight face.

"Damn, that's why you're so cranky lately," Wooyoung added and Jongho and San chuckle at his remark. Seonghwa kept glaring at him for a second before moving on with the game.

"San, truth or dare?"

The younger stopped laughing and looked mildly afraid. "Dare?"

"You have to laugh like Wooyoung for the rest of the game," Seonghwa decided and Wooyoung looked at him offendedly.

"Why would you do that to us, Seonghwa?" Hongjoong asked with a tired expression as soon as San started imitating Wooyoung's shrieking laugh. You flinched from the volume right beside you.

"If he does that the entire evening, I'll go deaf," you complained and Seonghwa looked at you in worry.

"Okay, then just until it's his turn again."

San nodded and picked the next person. "Yeosang, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"You have been listening to this one song a lot lately, what was it again, Sexyback by Justin Timberlake."

Yeosang shifted next to you nervously.

"Last week I walked in on you dancing to it. Why don't you give us a little show."

Yeosang's face turned a deep crimson colour as everyone looked at him.

"He's not gonna do it anyway," Jongho teased with an amused grin.

Fuelled by the challenge, Yeosang put on a determined face and got up after taking another sip of his wine for confidence. "Okay, play the song."

A shocked looking Hongjoong, who was in control of the music, looked for the song and finally played it.

You could feel the nervousness drip off of Yeosang but he still tried to look confident in his spot in front of the speakers. As soon as he started moving to the beat, it was like a switch inside of him was flipped.

You had never seen Yeosang dance and to say you were shocked was a massive understatement. He moved in strong and fluid movements and his eyes held a dangerous gleam. When he went to the floor for his next move you covered your mouth in shock.

Wooyoung's shriek was audible over the music and Jongho started picking up objects around him in order to cope with the second-hand embarrassment.

When Yeosang stopped you realized that you had held your breath the entire time. You couldn't help but feel flustered. It was like you shouldn't have seen what you just saw.

As Yeosang returned to his place next to you he slumped down and buried his face in his hands, embarrassment now settling in.

"You took that dare personally, damn." Mingi said and you had to agree. You never knew Yeosang could be like that. He always struck you as shy and cute.

Trying to recover from his embarrassment he continued the game: "Mingi, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Drink half of that terrible stuff you mixed up for Hongjoong."

"I hate you," Mingi said but got the glass from Hongjoong and emptied half of it at once.

"Thank god," Hongjoong announced in relieve as he received his glass back. Mingi meanwhile was making choking noises before he finally pulled himself together again.

"Y/n, truth or dare?"

Mingi was absolutely unpredictable with these kinds of games so you went for the seemingly easier choice: "Truth."

"Who do you find the most attractive out of us?"

The question took you off guard and you really had to ponder about it for a few seconds. "You're all handsome, that question is unfair."

"That's not an answer," Wooyoung said a little too insistent and you had to suppress a laugh.

"Can I at least chose two?"

Mingi nodded impatiently. Everyone looked at you attentively waiting for an answer. You had never witnessed them all so quiet before.

"Hongjoong and Seonghwa," you finally announced and watched for their reactions carefully.

Hongjoong's head perked up, he looked surprised that you had mentioned him. Seonghwa however had a smug little grin going on and to your demise it made him look even more attractive.

"Those two?" Jongho asked in disbelief which earned him a glare from Seonghwa.

You shrug at the youngest apologetically: "You made me chose so live with the consequences."

The choice really was anything but easy. All of them were incredibly good-looking and each had their own personal charm. But something about the oldest two always made you especially light-headed whenever they looked at you.

These are still your roommates, you idiot, you thought to yourself.

"Hongjoong, truth or dare?"

"Truth," the older replied in an instant. He looked at you curiously and you felt your heart rate increasing under his gaze.

"Great, then I'll make use of my group question."

Protest rang around the room as you smiled, very pleased with yourself. They had brought this upon themselves.

"If you've ever thought about kissing me, raise a hand."

You were a little afraid that noone would raise their hand and you would look dumb as hell with your question. But you knew your roommates too well to not catch them staring at you whenever you were wearing short clothes or when you bend down to pick something up from the ground. They thought they were smart but sometimes they were more than obvious.

Seonghwa raised his hand without hesitation and with the way his dark eyes fixed on yours, you felt like you could crumble beneath his gaze any second.

San and Wooyoung lifted theirs in unison which was almost creepy but you were not surprised. Especially Wooyoung really couldn't hide his stares at all.

Hongjoong raised his hand as well but he couldn't quite seem to look you in the eyes. By now you were starting to feel flustered. Do I really have that effect on them?

You were even more shocked to see that one after another every single one of them raised their hand. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and mildly regretted the question.

"Well, you got your answer," Wooyoung chuckled, finding amusement in your visibly flustered state.

"I sure did." you replied, still not sure what to think.

"Wooyoung, truth or dare?" Hongjoong suddenly continued.

"Dare," he chose without hesitation.

"Give me back the headphones you borrowed from me two months ago."

Wooyoung looked thrown off guard but then smiled. "Wow, you really got me with that one. I'll give them to you after the game."

Hongjoong shook his head in annoyance. He knew already that he wouldn't ever see those headphones again.

Wooyoung continued to dare Jongho to try to break a watermelon with his bare hands which to everyone's surprise he actually succeeded at.

"San, truth or dare?" Jongho continued.

"Truth."

A wildly evil grin spread on the youngest face and you prepared yourself for the worst. But there was no way to prepare for what he got you all into next.

"I'll take use of my group question as well."

You felt the room go silent. Everyone was secretly afraid of Jongho as you know very well that he did not hold back in situations like this.

He relished in the silence for another second before he revealed his question: "Everyone has to name one kink that they have."

Your eyes widened in shock and there was absolutely no sound inside the room except for the music playing in the background. Seonghwa looked like his eyes were about to fall out of his sockets and the others stared at Jongho in different stages of disbelief.

"Wow, you really are a bunch of cowards," Jongho laughed not seeming the least bit uncomfortable under all the stares. "I'll even be nice and answer it myself as well. I have a thing for choking others," he revealed with a smirk.

In response, Yeosang choked on his drink and Jongho looked annoyed. "Not that kind of choking."

You couldn't help but laugh at his remark and San next to you did the same. He can't be serious though?, you thought. I'm going to die if I say that out loud.

For a moment you thought everyone would just object to his question but unfortunately, Wooyoung didn't mind answering as well: "I definitely have a praise kink. Something about getting compliments just feels too good."

"Why is that not surprising at all," Seonghwa muttered as he rolled his eyes.

By now your skin was burning in hotness and you couldn't seem to look anyone into the eye. You really tried your best not to think of your roommates in a sexual way up until this point but this game was making that impossible.

Wooyoung and Jongho looked around expectantly, waiting for someone else to answer.

"I have a daddy kink," Seonghwa said with a straight face and you feel like you can't trust your ears any longer.

"Which way though?" Wooyoung asked snickering.

"Do I look like I call other people daddy?" the older replied with a glare and you couldn't breathe anymore.

The worst thing was that Seonghwa's answer had been the first thing that came to your mind as well when Jongho asked the question. But now you couldn't possibly admit to the same thing after Seonghwa already said it. And even worse: You couldn't stop thinking about Seonghwa having a daddy kink.

I will never be able to look at the boys the same.

"I'm very dominant," San said. "If that counts as a kink?"

"We'll accept that," Jongho replied. You felt like you were about to scream because you were so flustered.

"I like to make them beg," Hongjoong added to the collection of kinks you had acquired in the room and your head was getting dizzy. An image of Hongjoong towering over you with a smirk flashed through your imagination and you had to shake your head to concentrate back on reality.

I am not drunk enough for this yet, you thought as you took another sip of your drink.

"Don't be shy, Y/n." Jongho taunted you. "Or have we traumatized you already."

"No, it's not that." You answered trying to keep your voice stable. "I just don't know which one to tell you."

THAT WAS THE WRONG FUCKING THING TO SAY! But you realized that too late.

Jongho's eyes widened and he looked incredibly amused. "Wow, so many to chose from?"

You internally punched yourself and already knew that they would never let you live this down. "That's not what I meant. Ok, I'll give you something to think about. I have a praise and a degradation kink at the same time."

You emptied your glass as soon as you finished the sentence. You couldn't believe that you just said that out loud.

"How is that supposed to work?" Wooyoung questioned.

"Oh, easy!" Seonghwa answered. "You just tell her what a good little slut she is and that should do the job."

You started violently choking on your drink and Yeosang had to slap your back multiple times before you regained your ability to breathe. Seonghwa looked at me with an evil grin: "Am I right?"

"Basically, yes." Is all you could say before you stared at the ground to recover from this. Seonghwa's words made you way hotter than they should be and you were trying really hard not to think about his raspy voice saying that again right next to you ear.

Only three more people were left to confess and you didn't know if you would be able to survive it.

"I like girls riding on my thighs," Yeosang admitted shyly. Your eyes automatically travelled to his legs and you definitely understood where he was coming from.

The attention shifted towards Mingi and Yunho who sat next to each other and both hadn't said anything yet. Especially the latter looked rather embarrassed. His eyes were focused on the ground and he wasn't moving as single inch.

Mingi finally decided to get it over with: "I like girls who are loud. Best if they scream."

"Thank god you don't bring girls over often," San commented from the side.

"So, Yunho... We've all exposed ourselves. I'm sure you can do it too." Jongho tried to get the older boy to talk.

Yunho took a deep breath and kept his eyes on the floor as he spoke in a hushed voice: "I kind of have a size kink. Like making a girl feel small."

"That one definitely makes sense," Jongho commented and Yunho still kept his eyes on the ground shyly.

With his height most girls would automatically feel small around him. You remember how you do every time he stood close to you. But it always made you feel so safe around him.

San finally continued the game with another person and the following tasks were more mild than what Jongho had asked for. You couldn't concentrate on anything at all. Your mind kept circling around the things the boys had said.

You excused yourself to the bathroom to get a small break from their presence. Your reflection looked like you had just exercised. Face flushed and hair messy, even though you couldn't remember ruffling it up. You had probably done it unconsciously.

You washed you hands in ice cold water to cool down and recollect yourself. Their words kept on repeating in you head and it was driving you insane.

When you left the bathroom you ran into Wooyoung in the hallway.

"Trying to cool down?" he asked mockingly.

You were caught off guard by his remark. Was I so obviously flustered?

"What do you mean?" you asked trying to sound innocent.

Wooyoung took a step towards you, making you back up against the wall.

"Oh, I just thought we were making you nervous?" he said as he looked you up and down.

you could only stare back at him in surprise. Your pulse was racing and you could hear it thrumming in your ears.

He then started laughing and stepped back again. "You should have seen your face. You are definitely horny and it shows."

He kept on laughing as he continued his way to the bathroom. You felt embarrassed and mad at the same time. Wooyoung had always enjoyed teasing you but this was just mean. You were now even more flustered than when you had left for the bathroom.

Sitting back down in your spot you pretended nothing had happened while you were gone. It was just Seonghwa's turn and now he was looking for his next victim.

"Y/n, truth or dare?"

You didn't feel physically stable enough for a dare. Especially after San had made you dance to Fancy by Twice as a dare before. You didn't want anymore exercise.

"Truth."

Seonghwa grinned his evil grin and you knew you were down bad.

"You remember how you couldn't decide what to tell us during Jongho's question? Why don't you tell us one more kink, because you had such a hard time choosing."

Death spewed out of your eyes as you fixed him with your gaze. He didn't seem to care though, his grin unmoved.

Jongho laughed in amusement, obviously pleased that his question continued.

"I hate you Park Seonghwa."

"I know. But that's not gonna save you from the question."

You sighed deeply. It looked like you had no choice but to say your original answer. Driven by a fair amount of alcohol and the fact that you already told them about the other stuff, you obliged to his question.

"I have a daddy kink too."

You watched Seonghwa's eyes widen slightly in surprise before a satisfied expression took over his face. You felt like you had just sold yourself to the devil.

"Oh, god no. You two should really get a room." Jongho complained as he saw Seonghwa's look.

Both you and Seonghwa glared at him for the comment. You felt like there was almost nothing more embarrassing they could squeeze out of you now. Almost.

You continued the game for a few more rounds until noone could come up with good questions anymore. It had gotten late and it was obvious most of you were getting tired. Yeosang next to you had dozed off on your shoulder multiple times only to perk up when he noticed what he was doing.

"I'd say we call it a night," Hongjoong said while suppressing a yawn.

The others nodded in agreement and you started lazily putting away all the glasses and bottles. Before you returned to your room you shouted "Good night!" into the hallway so that everyone would hear.

A mess of eight voices responded and you smiled to myself. You really liked this chaotic mess of friends that you lived with. But tonight you got to know sides of them that you never knew you would get to know.

Heat still pulsed through your body as you were trying to process all of those new information.

The answers to Jongho's question circulated in your thoughts while you got ready for bed and still when you finally laid down.

They didn't leave anytime soon.

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Please Love Me (01) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: arranged marriage, childhood friends, CEO kids; angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: seemingly controlling parents but not really, sexism, future pain and eventual smut (18+)

Word count: 13,000

Series summary: As the only unmarried Jeon and Kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. You’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

A/N: I had this in my head for months and I thank @hansolmates for that nudge to finally write this. I love arranged marriage aus and broke down this 48k monster into 3 parts to manage my emotions. This story is special to me and I love these 2 so much so I hope you enjoy this as much as I loved writing it (despite my tears).

ALSO please check out this moodboard made by @jeonwiixard who’s been so sweet about her appreciation for this story :)

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He looks good.

The thought crosses your mind as you glance towards the front of the reception venue where Jungkook is happily chatting with your sister and his brother, laughing like old times, with your older sister pinching his cheeks like she always did. He must be blushing, you think, imagining 10-year old Jungkook and his flushed face when your then 17-year old sister called him cute after finally noticing his dimples.

He might still be blushing, if his smile that reaches his eyes is anything to go by. Maybe it’s the innocent crush he may still be harboring on Seoyeon; maybe it’s the fact that Seokjin, your brother and a man he looks up to, is finally married. Maybe he’s just happy to be home.

Junghyun, his brother, calls out to you. You excuse yourself from the ladies who have been gushing about how you look and asking when it’s going to be your turn, and walk up to the group – your sister Seoyeon and her husband, Min-jun, your childhood friend Junghyun and his wife, Yeri, and right in the middle is Jungkook, with his parted hair, dressed in an immaculate black suit. You bite the insides of your cheek to try and control your facial expression and don your practiced smile as you near them.

“How are you busy and your sister isn’t?” Junghyun asks as he pulls you in for a hug. You return his affection, constantly thanking the stars for gifting you with another brother in the form of this man.

“It’s because I’m married, and she isn’t. You know how these people are, especially now with Seokjin getting hitched. Eyes are on her now as the only remaining unmarried Kim,” Seoyeon responds with raised eyebrows and a cheeky grin. “How many proposals have you received, huh?” she continues.

“Six too many,” you respond with a sigh. You should be used to it by now. As the youngest (and remaining single one) of the Kims, your father’s friends and affiliates lose all self-respect when it comes to presenting their own sons for you to consider as your husband, and they’d take every chance they can get, too. Of course, they’d think doing that during your brother’s wedding is a sound plan.

“No one interesting enough?” Jungkook pipes in. You turn to him and will yourself not to have a change in demeanor, as if how he looks does not affect you one bit.

“They’re all too rich for me,” you shrug, causing laughter from everyone.

“Says the child of the CEO,” he quips.

You let out a laugh, which he returns with a smile, the smile that’s had the same effect on you all these years. “You’re home,” you finally say. “It’s been a while.”

It’s been 5 years actually. The last time he was home, you were both just starting junior year of college, you in Seoul and he in the U.S. He came home to attend his brother’s wedding, and then returned 4 months later to attend your sister’s. You barely talked then, not that you were surprised. Ironically, between the Jeon and Kim siblings, you were the only ones of the same age who also attended all the same classes up until he was shipped off across the world, yet you two never really developed the kind of friendship that was similar to what you share with his brother, who is 4 years your senior. Jungkook was definitely close with Seokjin, 3 years older than both of you and who completed their trio of rascals whose favorite pastime growing up was pulling pranks on Seoyeon. Her being older definitely did not hold them back and instead, made it that much more exciting for the 3 boys.

You alternated your time between the Jeon and the Kim estates growing up in Busan – playing tag or catch in the garden, trying to beat each other at Street Fighter, watching horror movies, and all the other fun things that young (wealthy) kids enjoyed doing. You spent most summers and holidays together and kept each other company during those boring social events you were required to go to. By now, you’re each other’s extended family, and this makes sense considering how far and deep your families’ relationship goes. Your great-grandfathers had been good friends, built their respective companies side-by-side from nothing; your grandfathers expanded them, your fathers turned them into empires, and now the eldest of both families are being trained to eventually take on the companies’ leadership. The kinship is intergenerational, for the most part at least.

While it was expected for the 3 boys to get along, the surprise was that you and Jungkook never did. It would have been ideal for the same-age Jeon and Kim kids to get along (date) but that wasn’t the case. You’ve always been fond of him. You always said your first memory of him was him inviting you to play in the playground during Recess, tiny hands stretched out with excited doe eyes waiting for you to accept his offer, but you said no and instead opted to stay in the bench to watch all the other kids play. It took another couple of years before he invited you to play again in the park, yet the answer was the same.

“Yeah, it took Seokjin hyung getting married to get my ass back home,” he laughs, breaking you out of your trip down memory lane.

“And it took me guilt-tripping him that his niece and nephew would never know how fun their uncle is if he doesn’t stay,” Junghyun adds.

Your ears perk up. He’s back for good?

“You’re back for good?” you ask.

“Unfortunately, yes,” he chuckles. Funny how he detested leaving the country for university then and now, he doesn’t seem to want to stay. His absence the past 5 years should’ve been a hint.

“Not like I have a choice; not like I ever did.” You don’t miss the bitterness in his voice. “Dad said the 2 and half-year work experience in the New York office was enough and now I’m ready for the big league,” he explains, saying the last bit with a mocking tone. Your eyebrows shoot up, as if asking what happened to the other half year that was missing. “I went backpacking for 6 months in South America. It pissed him to death and that was the most fun part,” he expounds.

Junghyun merely laughs, already used to his little brother’s antics when it comes to their father. “What he means to say is yes, he’s home for good and will be starting work in a week. I’d say I’m glad I get to boss him around but I’m just really happy I get to see his face again,” he says, with a twinkle in his eyes when he turns to you.

You smile at the older man, trying to digest the information. “Glad you’re back, then,” you say, turning to Jungkook. He smiles, and then nods as you excuse yourself when your dad calls you to see another person he wants you to meet. He watches as you exchange pleasantries with a man Jungkook can tell is roughly your age and definitely wealthy, if his Brioni Bespoke suit is anything to go by. You flash the man and his parents, Jungkook supposes, your signature smile and he feels betrayed by how his heart twists a little at the sight.

You’ve gotten even more beautiful since the last time he saw you, but he would never tell you that. He’d never tell you that he now thinks you’re the more beautiful Kim sister, and that your crinkled smile is currently his favorite part about you; it used to be your pigtails and perpetually rosy cheeks. He’d never tell you these because he’s not supposed to think of you this way because he doesn’t want to. He’d deny it has anything to do with you crushing his 4-year old heart when he asked you to play with him at the playground and you’d said no; he’d deny it’s linked to you missing his 13th birthday celebration or that you wouldn’t attend the parties he’d (indirectly) invited you to; it’s definitely not because you never watched any of his soccer games in high school. He’d always say that aside from your social standing, it’s because you two are nothing alike.

Your lives are intertwined because of the deep connection your families have with each other, but the connection ends there, he always says. You are the epitome of perfection to many – rich, beautiful, and intelligent. You are warm, kind, and easily likeable. You always say the right things – to the teachers, the parents, even to strangers. He knows you’re quiet and introverted, though, that much he could tell growing up because you always stood peeking behind your brother or sister whenever there were others around and because you had hung out with the same 3 people your entire life, barely saying much and often looking away when he or his friends were nearby.

But you’ve grown up and when it comes to these social events, you always know how to act. Your smiles are measured, enough to ensure you can sustain them for the rest of the night, your greetings well-practiced, and your responses calculated – you say enough and always what is needed, smiling through any comment that undermines your abilities and praises how you would make the perfect (trophy) wife for any “respectable” man who would be lucky enough to marry into the Kim family.

He’d seen that when you were in high school, 5 years ago, and tonight. You’re even more beautiful now, but you will always be the same girl who didn’t want to play in the playground, who didn’t want to enjoy her teenage years by going to parties and getting drunk with friends; you will always be the girl in her floral dresses who didn’t want to get sweaty or get dirty, who was so princess-like and had everybody attend to her every need, who always had to live by the rules, who always had to appease the adults he thinks have always controlled your lives.

How you two were constantly teased by strangers growing up was understandable to him, but by the people who know both of you best – your siblings – it was bizarre; in the past 5 years, his brother never failed to update him about you and your love life and his ex-girlfriends were always being compared to you.

Jungkook likes fun and spontaneous, he likes emotional and assertive, and he likes a bit of that rebelliousness that he has, one that doesn’t want to live up to the expectations put on kids like him - to live and act a certain way, to study Business or Finance, work in the company, marry someone of the same social standing, make a perfect little family, and live in the bubble of their perfect little lives. It’s all strategic, that much he knows. Both of your siblings are lucky enough to actually love their spouses, as they’d gone to the same university and hung out in the same circles (a strategy he always thought that your parents employed to ensure they’d marry in the same ranks). It was easier that way.

Jungkook always thought you’d follow that same path. You somehow did and he shakes his head at how predictable you are, except for your college degree, which is Fine Arts. It wasn’t out of rebellion though, because your family fully supported you, always supported your interest in the arts, in fact. He would never admit it, but that’s why he doesn’t want to like you. It’s unfair you got to pursue your dreams and he never could.

The next time you see Jungkook is at the hospital 2 weeks later. His grandfather suffered from a stroke while visiting Seoul, away from their retirement home in Busan, and you visited as soon as he was admitted.

As you enter the VIP room now, you’re greeted by Jungkook’s grandmother’s excited voice. “____, sweetheart!” She quickly reaches out to you for a tight embrace, earning a cocked eyebrow from Jungkook. When did you get thisclose to his grandmother?

“Thank you for the flowers, my dear,” his grandfather pipes in. “I was looking for the chocolates that came with them, but I couldn’t find them,” he teases. His grandfather too?

“You were fast asleep when I arrived, so I ate the chocolates instead,” you tease back, earning a laugh from the old man. “But I’m glad you’re doing fine, Grandfather. You got us all worried,” you continue, a soft smile gracing your face.

“Don’t worry about me, my dear. It’ll take more than a stroke to end me,” he smiles.

Jungkook clears his throat to let you know he’s in the room, too, and totally not because he finds this exchange quite odd. The closeness of your families is more between the same generations, and he doesn’t recall his grandparents being affectionate towards your siblings, and he definitely isn’t like this with your own grandparents.

“Oh, hi Jungkook,” you say. You take in how he looks – hair slicked back in a midnight blue tailored suit that highlights his features. You better get used to this look so you won’t be so flushed every time you have to see him after work, you think.

“You visited yesterday?” he asks as he stands up, arms crossed.

“Yeah, I had time,” you respond. Working at an art and design firm gives you that freedom, unless you’re working on site or are in a client meeting. You like that part about your job, as the kind that has you staring at a screen all day wouldn’t work for you. You could work on your designs anywhere. Part of the job is also traveling and exploring, which you need for inspiration and also your favorite part.

He nods, unsure of what to say next, eyes dancing around the room. This always happens – without the support of both of your siblings, he doesn’t have anything to say. You look at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to do next.

Jungkook’s grandparents watch in bewilderment. How you two have known each other since you were babies yet look at each other as if you’re strangers is puzzling, and truth be told, quite bothersome too. Surely in your 25 years of knowing each other, you’d be friends, right? Or at least, be more comfortable with each other than this?

“So, ____, will you be staying?” His grandmother asks, and you’re thankful for the distraction, as you don’t know how long you could go on smiling at Jungkook and watching him nervously drum his fingers on his taut biceps.

“Oh, no I won’t, Grandmother . I just dropped by to say hi and bring you some fruits,” you say, handing her a small bag of the goods. “I’m supposed to meet the Chois for dinner,” you continue. Jungkook doesn’t miss the slight faltering of your smile.

“Another prospect, I see,” the elder Jeon infers. “Seems like your brother getting married revived the pressure on your parents to marry you off.”

“Pressure on them, yes, but not on me. If I don’t agree then nothing happens,” you respond.

How lucky, Jungkook thinks, and how unfair. Of course, amidst all the wealth is someone who can have her way. What a perfect little life you’re living. The absence of a partner is still surprising, though, surely by now you’d have found someone, if his brother’s mentions of your long list of suitors is anything to go by.

Your smile returns to its full form. If it were him, he would’ve changed the topic immediately; marriage is something he’s not keen on talking about, especially with his grandparents. He knows the drill far too well, and being arranged to be married is not something he’d allow himself to be forced into. Although both your parents would never term it that way.

The elder Jeons smile in understanding. You excuse yourself and head out to prepare yourself for another one of those dinners that your parents request you to attend. You’re thankful that they never coerce nor pressure you to choose a spouse from the dozens that ask to meet with you.

Ever since your last relationship, you no longer think it really matters who you end up with, as long as he’s someone who will treat you as an equal and will respect the life you choose to live, career included. You’ve dated someone in your (social) circle and someone who isn’t and it didn’t work out both times.

It’s not that you’ve given up; in a way you’ve kind of just been indifferent to it. You didn’t grow up socially the way your siblings did, so the chances of you finding a partner within your circle of friends was slim, yet sometimes you let yourself think how good it must be to fall in love with your spouse, one directed (planned) for you to be with, like them. Still, you have your job that you love, hobbies you enjoy, people you care about, and other interests to keep you preoccupied. These “dinners,” and the eventual finding of a partner, are just tucked in the small crevices of your life. Whether you find the “one” or not isn’t really an issue; it’s finding the suitable companion that matters.

It’s around 2 weeks later that your dad informs you of another one of those dinners, an important one, he says. “It’ll be at the Jeon’s on Sunday,” he states, and you can’t help the tightening of your chest and the drying of your throat at what that may mean.

Sunday at the Jeon’s almost feels like you’ve travelled back in time - only this time, you’re in the Seoul Estate and not in Busan, and the little kids running around are your sister’s and Junghyun’s children and not the 5 of you (well 4, since you never really joined them when you were young).

Your grandparents are in town for an event and Grandfather Jeon is still being monitored as he regains his strength, with Grandmother Jeon staying by his side.

Like families do, you all engage in your usual talk and banter as everyone settles in, and this continues towards the end of dinner. By now, the sun has set, the kids are tired, and you’re still nervous.

It’s usual for a get-together between both families to take place, especially since you’re complete, but you know there’s another reason for tonight, and they’re dragging it out until the night’s end.

Finally, Grandfather Jeon clears his throat.

“I’m thankful for everyone being here tonight,” he starts, eyeing each person on the table. “I’ve been missing home these past weeks but being here with you all has definitely made me feel like I'm home, too.”

As he goes on to say about how much has changed, what with their grandkids having grown up and being able to spend time with their great grandkids, you discreetly glance at Jungkook from across the table, wondering if he knows what’s about to happen. Your calm smile doesn’t match your fidgety hands and nervous breathing. Still, you’re fine; it’s Jungkook you’re worried about.

“While I was recovering, I was able to do much reflection,” he continues, eyes distant but full of emotions. “I didn’t think of my successes as much as I thought about the constant things in my life, and the most constant thing aside from my family, I’ve realized, is the Kims,” he says. Eyes on your grandfather, he continues, “ Brother, we’ve been through too much. I don’t think there’s a greater friendship than what we have.” Your grandfather nods in agreement.

“And we’ve always talked about how best to manifest or symbolize the bond of our families than through a union.”

You turn to Jungkook and see his furrowed brows. “A merge?” He whispers to no one.

Your heart races. No one else seems to be curious.

“ Brother, cut to the chase,” your grandfather chimes in, the elders laughing at the long introduction.

“Okay then. What I mean is, solidifying our family’s unbreakable bond through union in marriage.”

Jungkook chokes on his drink. Clearly his grandfather is talking about you and him, right? Words fail him, as his grandfather turns to him with a sigh.

“We’re done being subtle,” he says. “Clearly, sending you and ___ to the same schools, enrolling you to the same classes, and all those weekends and vacations together didn't do anything.”

It’s the confirmation Jungkook doesn’t need. “What, so did our parents plan on conceiving us at the same time too?” He sarcastically asks, a bitter laugh escaping him.

He turns to you, as if to ask for back-up in letting everyone know how insane this plan is, but you look calm and collected, another one of those measured smiles gracing your face. This angers him even more. How can you not react to this? How can everyone else seem to be okay with this? Why does it seem like he’s the only one in shock? This is a marriage they’re proposing, a marriage with you, one person he has nothing in common with. This is a lifetime commitment.

The thoughts manifest in his face, which doesn’t go unnoticed by everyone else present. Jungkook has always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve; he’s never had a problem expressing his discomfort and displeasure of things, especially when it came to the life he’s forced to live.

He was always questioning, challenging, defying expectations. You figured that much when in high school, he was dating around and getting into trouble, whether it was a speeding ticket or underage drinking. That’s why he was shipped off to the U.S. for college; his bad boy image was starting to affect the company, and his family thought his experience there would be humbling enough to get his act together. It did, somehow, but clearly, agreeing with them isn’t part of the new Jungkook.

“It’s just a proposition, Son,” your grandfather clarifies, a gentle smile on his face doing its job of calming Jungkook a tinytiny bit. “It’s still your decision at the end of the day. We’re just laying out our families’ desires for you both in a more forward manner this time. You don’t even have to give us an answer now.”

Jungkook nods, appreciative of the clarification, although it doesn’t alleviate his worries one bit. It’s when he shoots daggers at you that Junghyun decides enough is enough, and he pulls Jungkook out of the table to get some air.

As if to minimize the gravity of the matter, Grandmother Jeon asks for the dessert to be served, and the chit chat about things other than what just transpired resumes. From under the table, Seokjin holds onto your still-fidgety hands. “He’ll come around,” he reassures.

Time passes and you’re now in the den, having separated from the older adults who have started discussing uninteresting matters. The kids have been prepared for bed and are now starting to doze off. You stand up to help your sister with the bags until the Jeon brothers return.

Junghyun gives you an apologetic smile. Jungkook, with his stoic face, stands next to you with his arms crossed, eyes focused away from you. “Let’s have dinner this week,” he says.

You arrive at the restaurant a little flustered, teeth biting your lower lip as if in apology.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. My car wouldn’t start so I had to take a cab,” you explain, as you take your seat across Jungkook. “And it was traffic at the intersection so I just walked.”

Jungkook’s eyebrow shoots up. He takes your form clad in a short sleeve satin dress and pumps, barely breaking out in a sweat. How do you look so fresh? You pull out tissue from your bag and dab it on your forehead. You’re human after all, he concludes.

“A cab? Why didn’t you just get picked up by your driver?”

You purse your lips. “I would’ve been more late if I waited,” you say, and proceed to order.

The restaurant is in one of your family’s hotels and your table is situated in a more private area. Jungkook hasn’t said much since that Sunday night at his parent’s house. You figure he needed the time to sort things out; so did you.

You’d spent the past few days weighing out the pros and cons with your best friends - Nari, Yeji, and Minhyuk - the 3 people you grew up with and the only other people who know you well. “Regardless of what we say, you know your decision, and you’ll stick with it. But if it helps, Jungkook isn’t bad. Behind all that attitude is actually a good guy,” Nari said. Her evidence, you know, is taken from Jimin, her almost-boyfriend-at-one-point and also Jungkook’s best friend.

He and Taehyung, on the other hand, were ecstatic at the news. “Holy shit, you get to marry Kim ___?” Taehyung exclaimed. “You don’t deserve her.”

“I know, right?” Jungkook responded.

“She’s too good for you,” his friend clarified. “But then again, you’re not too bad. You’ll do, I guess.”

“Excuse me what?” Jungkook questioned, livid at his friend’s statement. “You mean she’s lucky she gets to marry me.”

“In your dreams, bad boy,” Jimin laughed. “___ is one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. She’s smart and talented. I don’t know if that’s your type though, seeing your list of exes.” Jungkook proceeded to throw a pillow at him, which earned him laughter from the boys. Jimin doesn't take it back, though.

Since when did you have his friends on your side?

“So…” you start, “why did you want to meet?”

It’s that smile again, Jungkook observes, the calm and practiced one. If he hasn’t been irate this whole week, he would easily fall into your charms. But no, not today, he thinks. There’s business to discuss.

“Did you know about their proposition?” Of us getting married, Jungkook doesn’t want to say.

“My parents informed me of what our grandparents wanted days before,” you respond, just enough to answer the question.

“So I guess I was the only one kept in the dark, huh. No one else seemed surprised,” he clicks his tongue, irritation laced in his voice. “So much for shipping me back here to take a big role in the company. Apparently they just wanted to marry me off.”

You’re not stupid. You saw how affected Jungkook was, still is. If Junghyun hadn’t pulled him away during Sunday’s dinner, you don’t know what would’ve happened. But you saw the news from miles away, years ago, in fact, hence why you never let Jungkook’s apparent dislike towards you affect you, and why you never let yourself feel even a tiny bit of displeasure towards him. Sure, it's partly because it’s not in your nature to harbor negative feelings towards another person, but it's also because of the fondness towards the boy that you’ve always had.

It wasn’t just his doe eyes and bunny teeth, paired with his lanky figure during his pre-pubescent years that was always playing around and getting himself dirty; it wasn’t just his knack for adventure or for anything that could definitely hurt him; it wasn’t just his infectious and child-like laughter and boyish features that he has until today.

It’s also his kindness towards others, especially those not of the same social status as him, and treating them as his equal. It’s his intelligence that he tries to downplay, his passion for things that he tries to temper, his desire for perfection that he understates. It’s his caring tendencies, his protective nature, and his fierce loyalty towards those he loves.

You saw this from miles away yet you also didn’t think it would actually happen. Jungkook was away for years - you’d heard of his relationships from his brother, too - and you almost thought your last boyfriend was the one you’d marry. Now, the 8-year old boy who loved to draw tiger lilies during art class and who has an entire galaxy in his eyes could potentially be your partner for the rest of your life. You know what you’ll do, you’re just not sure if he'll do it too.

“Your grandfather said it was some sort of epiphany he had when he felt like he was at the end of his life,” you counter.

He scoffs. “He was being dramatic. You know him and his theatrics. It’s how he always got people to agree with him.” He chows down a steak and sips on his wine. “But I know I won’t be able to get to my own parents who obviously never gave me a choice in anything. Not even my brother. So I figured I’d get to you,” he continues, making his intentions for this dinner now clear. His brother had calmed him down when they talked but Junghyun, unlike all the times that he defended his little brother, didn’t; he seemed convinced it was a good idea to marry you. You’re now Jungkook’s only chance.

“Get to me?”

“Yeah. You’re the treasured one, aren’t you? Your parents always let you do what you want - go to the university of your choice, pick the course you want, work where you want… I doubt they had any bad things to say about your exes, too.” He cocks an eyebrow. “You can tell them you don’t want this.”

You look at him, hoping your gaze can replace the words you don’t want to say.

“You don’t want this, right?”

The silence drags on; you’re hoping he gets the message this time.

“Wait, don’t tell me you want this,” he says, eyes wide and hands suddenly gripping on his utensils tightly.

“What if I do?”

“Why?” You don’t miss the shocked tone of his voice.

“Because my family does.”

“Since when do you do what your family wants?”

“You think they didn’t want those things for me too? What I do makes me happy. They want that for me. And I know they want this, too.”

“So you’re doing this for them?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Why are you shocked that I actually want to adhere to what my family wants?”

“I’m not... Well, if anything, you just confirmed what I’ve always thought of you,” he says, condescendingly.

“Rich kid who will marry a rich man, sticks to her social circle, complies with everything her parents want of her, acts the way society expects her to… Did I miss anything?”

“Predictable.”

“Did you predict I wouldn’t get into the family business? ”

“No, but since you didn't, it’s predictable they'd marry you off to someone who will, say, someone like me. Perhaps the men your parents have been introducing you to weren’t good enough?”

“I’m surprised this is a shock to you. They tried to be subtle but they’ve clearly wanted this ever since we were kids.”

“I don’t know why it wasn’t clear to them that I don’t want this. Never did. What other aspect of my life do they want to control?”

“You think it’s about control?”

He glares at you in response.

“Don’t act like we don’t have a say on the matter, Jungkook. Our parents and grandparents are good at what they do because they’re strategic and persuasive. But family has always been their weakness, their soft spot; they wouldn’t let us do something we don’t want,” you say, your calm voice irritating Jungkook even more. You could speak for your family but you can’t speak for his, he thinks.

“I’m asking you again. Why do you want this?”

“It’s practical. Our families are like families already. I don’t mind who I end up with as long as they don’t treat me like a trophy wife. I know you enough that you won’t. I can do what I want and so can you.” You say, almost robotically, like it’s practiced. You did, though, practice this spiel. You knew coming in you'd have to convince him.

He doesn’t seem to fully buy it. “What else?” He’s looking at you intently, coaxing you to say what you really mean.

You release a drawn out breath. “My whole life, my parents let me do what I want. For once, I want to do something for them,” your voice softens a little bit, eyes darting to the table, to the window, anywhere but him. Jungkook notices. For the first time, he feels, you’re being honest.

“Predictable, yes. But your family means so much to mine. Somehow I can’t help but think that they can’t trust anyone else but you. They’ll be at ease. They know you’ll treat me well, won’t take advantage of me, of us. I don’t want them to worry any more than they already do. You know the history of our families; no one else apart from us would understand. This would mean so much to them and I just…” you sigh. “I want them to be proud of me. I can’t do anything for the company. I can at least do this.”

Jungkook doesn’t know what to make of what you just said. You sound so vulnerable, so honest, almost desperate. It’s true what you said, it’s hard for outsiders to truly understand your families’ bond. Perhaps marriage is the strongest bond there is. But do they really think this could work? You’d both never shown affection towards each other, how will being married change that?

Jungkook eyes you. He’s close to giving in. It seems not one person in his life thinks it’s a bad idea. How everyone else thinks you’d be good together is beyond him. His last option was you, seeing as you’re the other half of this arrangement. But it seems like you’re convinced too, tricked into believing there’s sense to this.

“Let’s give them a month,” you say, before he gets to say anything else. “A month to decide if we’ll push through with the engagement. They didn’t give us a timeline; clearly this isn’t for show. It’s not rushed so at least we’re not pressured. But we shouldn’t be wasting each other’s time, too.”

He weighs your words. It’s a fair compromise. Maybe you’ll realize this isn’t a good idea, so he nods.

“But we should at least try, Jungkook,” you plead, as if reading his mind. “Try with me.”

It’s almost like a demand, but if he pays enough attention, there’s a hint of desperation in your voice. You know his mind is slightly made up; he doesn’t want this with you. But you need him to try. Somewhere in your mind, behind all the reasons you have for wanting this, at its core, you know it’s because you’ve always had a hidden affection for the brown-haired boy; faint but constant. You’d hold onto that to at least try to make this work.

“Okay, I will,” he finally says.

It’s like deja vu, being at the Jeon’s again this Sunday with everybody present. The elder Jeon has been cleared for travel and your grandparents will be joining him and his wife on their trip back home tomorrow. No one’s mentioned the proposal all afternoon, temporarily appeasing Jungkook, until his grandfather clears his throat and asks about your dinner together.

Jungkook doesn’t want to make a big deal out of what transpired that night. He decides to just cut to the chase instead.

“Give me and ___ a month to decide if we want this,” he says, nonchalantly. “We’ll decide then if we’ll push through with the marriage or not.”

The smiles on your grandparents’ faces are some of the softest you’ve ever seen, which are also being mirrored by your parents and siblings; basically everybody, except you and Jungkook.

“It’s something. Thank you, dear,” your grandfather tells you. “Thank you, Jungkook,” he turns to the man.

Somehow the air changes, as if the tension that’s been hovering over everyone on your decision has dissipated. You haven’t agreed yet, but everyone seems to have thought of the worst, given how things went down the week prior. This, to them, is also a welcome compromise.

“You look absolutely stunning, ___. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jungkook decides to marry you right then and there,” Nari says from behind, both of you looking at the full-body mirror at her boutique store.

“Hold up, missy. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. He and I have known each other forever and he’s never complimented me like that. Ever,” you say, as you palm the red satin dress that’s hugging your form nicely.

“He’s an idiot.”

You laugh at this.

“I’m just not his type.”

“Still an idiot. How can you not be his type? Have you seen yourself?”

“Yah, I’m more than how I look!” You exclaim.

“Exactly! You’re smart and kind and talented, and you’re gorgeous. Literal full package,” she clarifies, handing you your jewelry and placing your heels in front for you to wear.

“I’m also not spontaneous, daring, feisty, or assertive. In short, I’m not fun. And Jungkook’s always been into the fun ones,” you say, thinking back to the girls he dated in high school and his Instagram stories you’ve seen of him going hiking or diving or partying out with his ex-girlfriends.

“You mean immature ones,” she corrects. You cock an eyebrow at her.

“You forget my closeness with Jimin. None of his girlfriends ever got the seal of approval because they’re immature and rash and superficial. Probably also just wanted him for his money. And the sex.”

She eyes you head-to-toe one more time. “But you, my dearest best friend, are…”

“Don’t say wife-material.”

“I am offended you’d think I’d say that,” she says, slightly pinching your arm. “You are a self-assured, driven, and passionate individual with the biggest heart that I know. You’re your own self who doesn’t need a man to complete her identity.” A final tuck of your hair behind your ear and she gives you her smile of approval.

You smile at your reflection too. “You’ve mastered my measurements, Nari. This dress is stunning.”

“You’re just the perfect muse and model, ___. Any design I whip up would always look good on you,” she says, looking at you like a proud momma. “Now go and change that man’s mind.”

You enter the Grand Ballroom of one of your family’s hotels for tonight’s Gala. It’s one of the events you’re asked to attend to ensure your presence is still felt by the company’s affiliates and to keep up appearances. The Kims is one of the most respectable families in South Korea extending beyond business; your family supports various charitable causes and your mother is a reputable lawyer as well.

You dislike these events for how spiteful the attendees are. It’s the assumption that your parents are still supporting you because “art is just your hobby, right?” It’s the claims of “it’s unfortunate you’re not part of the company,” but it’s the “it’s okay, you can always marry someone who’ll work there on your behalf” that does it for you. It’s the looks of pity masked as admiration for “doing something you love” that “doesn’t make much, does it?” It’s the comparisons to your sister who’s “doing so well for a woman,” and “at least you’re pretty” that send you over the edge. Clearly these people have never heard of a competent woman whose value isn’t tied to her family’s wealth or her husband or whose accomplishments are her own.

Your mother and sister have trained you for this - repeat their statements to them so they’d hear how absurd they sound; stay calm no matter what, composure intimidates people; and keep your smiles measured so you can have them on all night, that way they’ll underestimate you. You learned from the best and you’ve managed all these years without wanting to pull all the hair off your head at the end of the night. Still, it doesn’t change the fact that you don’t enjoy these things.

You look around for familiar faces in the room. You, your siblings, and the Jeons used to stay together as a group, but now that all of them are working for their respective companies, you’re the odd one out. None of your friends could make it but they also insisted that you should spend time with your possible fiancé tonight.

You finally see Yeri who’s roughly in the same boat as you in terms of not working in the industry, respectable in her own way as a surgeon. She waves and you approach her, happy to finally see someone you actually want to talk to.

You’re enjoying her stories about their kids until the Jeon brothers arrive. You greet Junghyun with a hug and turn to Jungkook, a mere “hi” escaping your lips. You miss the way he gulps at the sight of you, unable to fully register how beautiful you look in this red gown, his favorite color.

“Hi,” he returns. “You came alone?”

You respond with a nod.

His brother chimes in. “Great, so did Jungkook! You guys should stay together then.” He pulls Jungkook towards you and you both glare at him.

“You’re supposed to decide in a month, remember? How can you do that if you don’t even talk?” Junghyun says, matter-of-factly.

Your silence gives away your agreement.

Junghyun takes Yeri to meet some people and you’re left with Jungkook. You look at each other, the slightly patronizing aura he had from your dinner now replaced with a smidgen of nervousness and uncertainty.

You give him a smile, not the measured one you always have during events like this but the genuine one, like something you give an old friend you haven’t seen in a long time. He seems to relax at this, the tension from the previous meeting slowly fading away.

Before either of you could say anything, your father approaches you with two others who, based on their extravagant clothes and blinding jewelry, are part of the social elite invited to this Gala as well.

“Finally, you get to meet my wonderful daughter, ___, and this is Jeon Jungkook of Jeon Enterprises,” he smiles. “These are Mr. and Mrs. Jung. They own multiple 5-star resorts in Europe and Asia.”

“Oh what a lovely couple you two make!” Mrs. Jung exclaims.

“Oh no we’re not -“ you and Jungkook say at the same time, nervous to be correcting her.

“My apologies, my dear,” she giggles, picking up what you were both trying to say. “I was quick to assume that such a handsome young man and such a gorgeous young woman would be together. Although come to think of it, a Jeon and Kim couple would be perfect! Your children would be so beautiful!” She says, hands clasping together. “___, I heard you work for an Art Studio, that means you’d have time to raise your future babies, am I right?”

“Yes, any committed working parent would find time to raise their kids,” you respond with a smile. “Both my parents worked hard in their respective jobs and made time to raise us; they still do. I’m sure Jungkook would do the same,” you continue, smile not faltering one bit.

“Well of course,” she says, lips straightening a little bit, not having anything to reply. The Jungs and your father eventually excuse themselves and you’re more than glad.

“Seems practiced. How many times have you had to answer that?” Jungkook asks as you both sit down.

“Too many times, unfortunately. How many times do you have to answer questions about how you’re doing at your job, what you think about the stock market and current economic trends, what your thoughts are about political and global issues?”

“Too many times,” Jungkook responds, chuckling.

“And questions about your relationships, when you’re gonna get married, how many children you want, how you’ll balance raising them and working, if they don’t assume you’ll quit your job in the first place?”

“Barely,” he says, head looking down.

You respond with your genuine smile again. You don’t mean to make him feel bad, you just want to make a point.

Jungkook absorbs this, however. Practiced responses, measured smiles, calm demeanor… there’s a reason for these; now he knows why, and it’s not just about to keep up appearances.

The rest of the evening is the same as how it started - dull and repetitive. Questions and comments from random people you’re introduced to are the same, save for the ones assuming you and Jungkook are together. Discussions are uninteresting, and people are superficial; it makes you sleepy. These events are about socializing and you’ve run out of energy to keep going.

“Bored?” A cheeky voice asks. You look up from your scrolling through Pinterest on your phone and meet onyx eyes and an amused smile. Jungkook left earlier to meet some people as part of his continuous on-boarding in the company. You’re about to fake interest in this event but realize trying means being honest.

“I’ve made 2 moodboards, Jungkook. I’ve returned to the dessert table thrice already and my energy is drained.”

This earns you a laugh from him. “Do you want to get out of here?” Your eyes widen in surprise. “Or not?” He asks, unsure.

“Can we go to McDonald’s?” You shyly smile.

He laughs to hide his amusement. “Sure, let’s just say bye to everyone.”

Goodbyes and several knowing and cheeky looks from your families later, you and Jungkook find yourselves with a tray of chicken nuggets, fries, and chocolate sundaes, clearly overdressed for a Saturday night out at a fast food joint. You divide the food in half, “to make sure I don’t overeat my share of the bill,” you’d said, and proceed to eat, gracefully biting on the nuggets and dipping your fries in the sundae.

Jungkook steals glances and laughs to himself, something you eventually pick up.

“Not so predictable now, am I?”

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow. “Did you wanna come here to prove a point?”

“I don’t have anything to prove to you,” you answer back, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I just know what you’re thinking and to answer whatever your question is - at some point you get sick of fancy food that you just want grease, and there was a McDonald’s near my apartment in college which the girls and I went to often when we were too lazy to cook.”

“You had your own apartment in college? You cooked your own food? You eat grease??” You’re not sure if the shocked look on his face is genuine or not, but you indulge him nonetheless.

It was a take-off point to talk about your respective college lives - you did freelance work so you could pay your rent because you wanted to be more independent, and lived with Nari and Yeji even if you all went to different schools. You learned how to do everything then - cook, clean, do the laundry, even fix wires at some point.

Jungkook stayed with his aunt when he was in New York and enjoyed the full American college experience (frat parties and spring break, including some other not-so-legal things). He got his own place after graduation when he worked in their U.S. branch but still had someone come over to clean. He’d lived off deliveries and cup noodles during those years.

Food all gone and digested, you both decide to go home. Safe to say he’s a little surprised to find out where you live, which is definitely not in the high-end part of Seoul. But then again, you seem to not be living up to what he’d imagined you to be.

You looked like you enjoyed your Gala getaway; so much for trying to convince you not to push through with the engagement, but you did say you'd both try. As he glances up at you while you rest your chin on your arm by the window, taking in the city at night, a small part of him is glad he gave this a chance.

He pulls up in front of your apartment and bids you goodbye. You turn to him before you close the door. “Are you free for dinner this week?”

He nods and agrees to you texting him the details. He makes sure you’re safely inside before he leaves and just when he’s about to, you turn back and give him one of those smiles that he can now tell is the genuine one. His heart leaps at the sight. And that, he definitely did not predict.

Things were going well. You’d met Jungkook at the rooftop restaurant you’d chosen for dinner and it was enjoyable. You talked about your friends, the Nari and Jimin almost-relationship, your siblings, and a bit about work. The night ended well, with you going your separate ways and texting each other a “thank you” and “good night.” It’s the last 3 days of the week that had Jungkook in one of his fits again.

His dad went off about a decision on one of their products that Jungkook shouldn’t have made, which he could’ve gotten over soon enough. It was the allusions to his (rebellious) past and tendencies to do whatever he wants without thinking of the consequences that got to him. But of course his dad had to push it - “I heard you and ___ went out to dinner. That’s really good, son. I’m proud of you for giving this a chance,” he’d said.

It seems like an innocent statement but to Jungkook, it was but another reminder of what your engagement means in the grander scheme of things, and that choosing his spouse is another way that his dad can control his life, like he already has in other aspects of it. Add to that, proud? Marrying you is what would make his dad proud? From what he knows of your family, he’s sure your dad doesn’t treat this potential marriage as an achievement of yours, and he’s definitely giving you more leeway, and less pressure, to make your own decision than Jungkook’s dad is giving him.

“He’s just being hard on you because he knows you can do better,” is what Junghyun always says. Jungkook hears it enough to almost believe it but what he dislikes is that it goes back to you again. Should you decide not to push through with it, your parents will be fine; he knows he can't say the same for him, and this just makes him angry.

His frustration gets the better of him, opting to ignore your message asking about your attendance to the kids’ soccer game on Sunday. That Friday, Jungkook goes to a bar with his friends, flirts with one of the women, and takes her home.

You don’t expect Jungkook to show up that Sunday during the kids’ soccer game. He didn’t respond when you asked, and Minhyuk said he’d seen Jungkook at the bar being too friendly with some woman. You try not to let it bother you; you’re not engaged, and you’re definitely not dating. The dinner was just that, a dinner. Jungkook is free to do whatever he wants. You just wish he wouldn’t be wasting your time.

He plops down next to you and you turn to greet him. Even in black joggers and a grey hoodie, he still looks good. The bun exposing his undercut isn’t helping your heart beat slower either.

“What did I miss?” He asks, eyes squinting to look for Jihoon, his nephew, and Sunghoon, the half of your sister’s twins.

“Sunghoon was tripped by this kid so Soojin chased him across the field,” you say, laughing at what transpired 30 minutes ago.

“Soojin did what?” He chuckles.

“Chased the kid, wanted to take revenge for his brother.”

“And where did she learn that?”

“Hmm, let’s see… Seoyeon grew up with 3 very rowdy boys who always teased her so… she learned her lesson and taught her own daughter to fight back. It’s just that Soojin is overprotective of her brother so she fights back for both of them,” you say, looking out so fondly at your niece. You spot her near the bleachers and she waves ecstatically at you and her Uncle Jungkook.

It’s a nice spring day for a soccer game. Seoyeon and Min-jun are with Mina and Yeri, who’s carrying baby Jin-a, up front taking photos of their kids while Seokjin and Junghyun are busy coaching the boys’ soccer team.

This has become a staple Sunday for your family ever since the kids became old enough to join the little league, and while you can’t commit every week, you said you’ll try to go as much as you can.

You and Jungkook coo over the kids and their little legs running about the field. You cheer when one of your own makes a good pass or gets near the goal. Jungkook engages you in conversation in between. You can’t help but feel a tiny ache in your heart when he scoots a little closer, prompting you to match his movement with a move away. He notices this but doesn’t think much of it, especially with how tender your smile is. You laugh at his jokes and agree they’re way funnier than your brother’s.

The girls’ team is now playing but you and Jungkook remain on your own on the bleachers. You talk about his time being part of the soccer team in high school, with him not so subtly bringing up how you were always somewhere else drawing or painting and never watching. You reminisce on the summer and winter vacations you’d spent together growing up, playing hide-and-seek in your grandparents’ homes - he doesn’t miss stating you’d never joined - and spending nights secretly watching horror movies with the older ones always screaming or crying during sleepovers. You both laugh hard at that last bit, recalling how your brother never dared touch a camera for years after watching Shutter.

There’s a pang in Jungkook’s chest when he receives a message from Jimin, saying that according to Nari, Minhyuk had seen him at the bar with some girl and that you most likely know about it. Jungkook turns to your smiling form, body enveloped in your oversized yellow sweater, cheering for Soojin as she runs towards the goal with the ball.

You’re not in agreement yet about what the two of you will do, except that you’ll both try. What he did was not trying, it was him being a jerk. He was angry and like he’d done before, he’d taken it out on you; back then it was feeling an almost irrational displeasure towards you - being distant, being too critical, baselessly judging you - this time it was taking that woman home and almost fucking her.

He didn’t though, that was the thing. They’d made out in the car, her hand inching its way towards his aching member. She stopped and invited him inside her place where they could continue but as she turned around, all Jungkook could see was you. He apologized to the woman and sped off, spending the rest of the evening and the whole of Saturday cursing at himself for even considering another woman when he should be making up his mind about you. He may not be into you romantically but he’s not an asshole; at least that’s what he tries to convince himself.

Your shriek over Soojin’s made goal breaks Jungkook out of his thoughts. He doesn’t know if you’re just acting oblivious by not bringing it up or if it genuinely doesn’t bother you, but Friday was a moment of weakness and he promises himself it would be the last one, for as long as you’re both figuring out what to do.

“Do you want to have dinner this week?”

Jungkook’s question catches you off-guard. You suppress the image of Jungkook with another woman and think that you have 2 weeks left to make a decision. Spending time with him should be a priority.

“Sure,” you respond with a smile not quite reaching your eyes. “Dinner would be nice.”

The week felt too fast; at some point you’d wished it slowed down so you could have more time to show Jungkook that it could work but at the same time, you feel like you’re breaking ground.

You and Jungkook went for Italian that Tuesday evening. The second floor of the restaurant does nightly painting sessions that you could enjoy with a glass of wine and Jungkook had charmed his way to get the teacher to sneak both of you in. You tried to focus but Jungkook kept making conversation.

“Are you trying to distract me so you’d have a better painting, Jungkook?” You’d asked.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, ___,” he’d replied, smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yah, don’t think I’ve forgotten how competitive you are. This is my turf, Mister. Know your place,” you’d said, but Jungkook didn’t miss the playful tone of your voice, gentle still, despite the teasing.

He’d chosen Van Gogh’s Starry Night without thinking that you’d done it a dozen times already.

“I’m an idiot,” he’d said after comparing your works.

“I won’t argue with that,” you’d laughed, “but I’m impressed. It’s good. Although I’m not surprised. You always did well during those art classes we took together in elementary.”

“Drawing isn’t like painting, ___. This is a different territory.”

“You could’ve at least chosen flowers. You always liked drawing them,” you’d said, recalling the freesias and peonies and carnations he enjoyed drawing then.

“You knew that?”

“I sat behind you in all our classes, Jungkook. You were always doodling on your notebook instead of listening to the teacher.”

Jungkook is quiet for a while, reminiscing his younger years when he felt freer during those art classes they let him take with you. He replaced pencils and crayons for a camera years later to channel his creativity, something he’d neglected once he started university. That’s why he went backpacking for 6 months after college, to “feel human again,” he’d said. “You’re lucky you get to do what you love for a living. You get to be creative, imaginative… free.”

You let that sink in, knowing that Jungkook respects what you do because he understands the value of being able to express yourself, of finding beautiful things and capturing them. He captures them through a lens, you capture them through paint and brushes.

Two days later, you found yourself together again. He was required to attend an affiliate’s event that, according to Junghyun, is the most boring thing he ever had to sit through. You volunteered to accompany Jungkook, more confident now as he doesn’t seem to be bored with you. The giggles you’d shared and the fact that you ended up eating convenience store curry at 10PM was proof of that.

Another two days later and you were in one of the art galleries in the city that’s hosting a new exhibition. Jungkook tried to keep up with your ramblings but was still amused with your interpretations of the pieces. You returned the favor by taking him to a camera store, one that sold the vintage and modern kinds. It was your turn to be amused with his fondness for the instruments.

The next day, you spent the afternoon in the mall carnival and arcade with the kids, Jungkook not wasting this chance to show off. “Gotta win the prizes for the kids, you know?” He’d said with a wink. You chuckled but enjoyed the little competition between the Jeon and Kim men, and you tried to not think too much of it when he spent his excess tickets on a little whale plush toy you were eyeing and gave it to you.

Before you knew it, it’s Saturday again. Your one month ends the next day, which is also the day you’ll tell your families if you’ll push through with the engagement or not.

You decide to take the lead this time. You pick up Jungkook after lunch and drive east to head to the beach. The drive isn’t long - less than 2 hours - but somehow you both decide to enjoy the ride in peace. Neither of you start conversations, opting instead to be absorbed in the soft background music and the scenery out the window, the gravity of the decision to be made not lost on both of you.

You settle on a more secluded area of the shore and look out on the vast ocean, wishing more than anything that its tranquility would rub off on your mind that’s clouded with worry.

“Looking at the water helps me think,” you say, the most either of you has said in the past 2 hours since he got in your car.

“And what are you thinking?” he asks.

“I’m thinking that I would still like to push through with this, Jungkook. My mind hasn’t changed from a month ago,” you say, eyes focused on the ocean.

Jungkook lets your answer sink in. “How are you so sure about this, ___? This is a lifetime commitment,” he states, eyeing you from the side. Is it really just about making your parents proud? Is it worth it to spend the rest of your life with someone you’re not in love with just to make them happy?

“I won’t pretend that I’m 100% sure about this. A part of me is scared too - what if we don’t get along? What if we don’t know how to handle things?” What if you get bored with me? What if I fall in love with you and you don’t feel the same way? You choose not to say. “But I’ve enjoyed this past month with you.” You let your toes play with the sand and feel the coolness of the water tingle you. “I know it’s more than just that but it’s enough for me for now.”

“What happens when it stops being enough?”

“We’ll figure it out, then.”

“You make it sound so easy,” he chuckles.

“Sometimes it is. I trust you and I respect you, that will always be enough.”

“But you’re not in love with me.”

Your prolonged silence makes Jungkook nervous. It’s a statement he needs you to confirm.

“You’re right, I’m not. Neither are you, but I could if you’d let me.”

“But what if you don’t?” He asks, choosing not to focus on the last part of your statement.

“Relationships aren’t always about love, that’s something I’ve learned. It’s not enough to love someone, so why focus on that? Like I said, I trust and respect you.”

The guilt of what happened the other week eats at Jungkook. He knows you know, but how can you still trust him despite that? He takes a deep breath.

“I was at this bar the other week and there was this woman,” he starts, unable to look at you. “We uhm…”

“I know, Jungkook,” you say, your calm face not giving away much.

“But we didn’t do it! I mean, we didn’t have sex… we just made out and I took her home and we were supposed to but I…” he tries to explain. He doesn’t know why he’s stuttering telling you this.

“It’s okay, Jungkook,” you chuckle. “But you don’t have to explain. We’re not engaged and we’re not together,” you say, repeating the things you convinced yourself so you’d stop feeling bad about it. “You can do whatever you want, even if we choose to do this.”

“I felt guilty that’s why I left,” he continues, hand scratching the back of his head. The effect you have on him is making him feel things; normally this isn’t something he would be nervous or apologetic about because you’re right, you’re not even together. He’s not even supposed to want to. But somehow upsetting you in any way is something he can’t seem to stomach.

“You don’t have to. But thank you for telling me. It doesn’t change anything though, in case you’re wondering.”

He breathes a sigh of relief until he realizes that despite his confession, you still want this. It would’ve been easier if you got angry and decided not to push through with the engagement, but he’s realized you’re not one to harbor negative feelings towards people. He wonders how you’re still able to see the good in others despite everything, despite him being hostile against you, questioning you, patronizing you.

“Do you still need more time?” you start again, seeing as he hasn’t said anything. “I’m sure they’ll understand…”

“I’m okay with it!”

He says, startling you. You turn to him abruptly. Of course you want him to agree but hearing him say it feels surreal to you.

“I mean, yes. I’d like to push through with the engagement,” he clarifies.

The accompanying crash of the waves to his statement provides the calm that your mind has been asking for since you started the day, since a month ago. He made it clear at the start he didn’t want this, adamant that it’s just another way for his parents to control his life. You wonder what changed.

“I was thinking about it the other day how important family is,” he continues. “I know I complain about my dad a lot and that probably won’t stop,” he chuckles, “but at the end of the day, I want to do right by him, by everyone. It’s no secret that they all adore you, ___. Makes me kinda jealous.” This last statement earns you a laugh.

“Jungkook, you’re the one who charms everyone you meet! How are you jealous of me?”

“It’s true though. My entire family seems to have a soft spot for you,” he says, recalling all the times growing up when his parents and brother were always nagging him but coddling you, always making sure you were comfortable and well-fed whenever you were over, always ensuring that you weren’t tired when you were on vacation. Jungkook would always get scolded whenever he teased or bothered you even if all he really wanted was to get your attention. He stops short of sharing more, thinking that he’s not ready to elaborate on the jealousy he felt towards you growing up.

You blush at his statement but internally agree with him, nonetheless. “I was everybody’s baby growing up,” you giggle. “Everyone was spoiling me because of that.”

“That, I agree with,” he says, turning to you. “___ with her cute dresses and pigtails, all dainty and graceful all the time,” he chuckles.

“Nothing like your muddy t-shirts and scratches all over your body from climbing trees and rolling down the hill, huh?” You say, cocking an eyebrow.

“Oh god, the scolding I got from my parents,” you both laugh at the memory. “And there was everyone quick to wipe off the tiny bit of sweat from your face when the sun was shining a little brighter than usual.”

You shake your head, slightly embarrassed, but a grin plastered on your face. “And your point is?”

“My point is that I was always getting into trouble. I outgrew the tree climbing and breaking things and I turned to partying like crazy, sneaking girls at home, and you know… the other stuff,” he laughs, masking the embarrassment he feels as he enumerates all these to you. “I feel like I’ve done a bit of growing up,” he continues, using his fingers to illustrate just how little he feels he’s grown, which isn’t much, “and I just feel like I need to make up for all the trouble I caused, you know? I wish I could say my parents have stopped stressing over me when I became an adult and started working but I can’t.”

You turn to him, wanting to give him some form of comfort.

“What you said about not wanting your parents to worry about you, I want that, too. Like I said, they adore you but they trust you, too. Plus, they always treated you like their own daughter so might as well make it official, right?” He says, smile faltering just a little, feeling once more the gravity of the situation.

Is it really this simple? What about his needs, his desires? He hates that he thinks about the girls he’d slept with that he didn’t have any emotional connection to, that he didn’t have feelings for, and that he compares that with a life with you - having sex, fucking, but never making love.

You let the silence linger before you finally say, “I’m sorry, Jungkook. I know you didn’t want this, didn’t think you’d want to marry me or fall in love and spend the rest of your life with me.”

He nods, thinking that expressing his agreement in words would make it final. “I could try.”

It feels like an almost unnecessary celebration, but that’s exactly what this is - unnecessary and a celebration.

After you and Jungkook decided to go through with the engagement the day before, you both told your families immediately. You didn’t think it was imperative to have a grand announcement; you just thought to get it over with. You shouldn’t have underestimated their ability to make this a big deal but then again, you also didn’t expect anything less.

You’d entered your parents’ estate and was greeted with an abundance of your and Jungkook’s favorite food. The setup in the garden was the kind you’d have when there were social events hosted there; your mother had even put out her most prized flatware and Seokjin brought your favorite bottles of wine of his that he rarely lets you drink. The kids running around even had their bow ties and ribbons on.

You look at your plain and simple blush dress and compare your outfit to the little ones.

“Is there a party I didn’t know about?” You call out once you arrive. “I feel slightly underdressed.”

“Oh sweetheart,” your mother approaches you and pulls you in for a tight hug. Everyone else follows from both families and embraces you.

“Where’s Jungkook?” His father asks, looking around.

“I don’t know, Uncle. We didn’t come together,” you respond nonchalantly.

The distressed look on his face is eased when Jungkook jogs towards you. “What did I miss?” He asks. He looks around and sees the well-decorated venue. “Is this for us?”

“Well, of course! We’d only been planning for this ever since you were both born,” Jungkook’s mother confesses, a proud smile gracing her face. “But honey,” she turns to Jungkook. “You didn’t pick ___ up?”

“I… didn’t think I should? I mean, we’re…” he looks to you, unsure what to say.

“Technically still not engaged.”

You see the panicked looks on your parents’ faces. “I mean, there’s no engagement ring yet or anything…” you say, making an excuse. You may be engaged but you’re not a couple, you clarified to each other.

“Right, that’s why we’re all here. Come, you two,” your mother calls out, motioning for you and Jungkook to follow her towards the table. She guides you towards the two seats at the center. You don’t miss the way Jungkook laughs incredulously to himself.

You catch him and he shakes his head, “this is so…”

“Absurd, over-the-top, excessive?” You continue. You both laugh, wondering what else is in store for today. Your question is immediately answered when Jungkook’s mother approaches him with a little box in her hand.

“This is the first piece of jewelry that your grandfather ever bought your grandmother, son, 10 years after they got married” she says. “She handed it over to me when they welcomed me to the family.” She opens the box to reveal a silver band with an opal gemstone decorated with a halo of small diamonds. “Here,” she says, handing it to Jungkook. “We had it adjusted to ___’s size just in case.”

Jungkook takes the box and stares at the ring, something he’s very familiar with. He’s seen his mother wear this several times; had seen old photos of his grandmother wearing it, too, minus the shiny diamonds twinkling around the gemstone. This is a very special piece of jewelry that’s being handed to him, for his future wife.

He turns to Junghyun and Yeri, wondering why such heirloom skipped his brother, looking for any sign of displeasure; he is the elder son, after all. But there is none. His brother and his wife have such tenderness painting their faces, watching the scene unfold before them.

His mother calls his attention and he plucks the ring out of its box and turns to you. He shakily takes your left hand and you jump a little, surprised, as your friendship has always been void of any kind of physical contact that something as simple as taking your hand is causing your heart to speed up. This is so, so real, you think.

Jungkook slips the ring on your finger and he can’t help but admire how beautiful it looks on you. You continue to stare at him as he holds onto your hand, and you’re both broken out of the daze when your father calls you from behind.

“Yes, Father ?” You turn to him, curious about the small box he has on his hand. He opens it to reveal a platinum ring.

“This was gifted to my father by his older brother who passed away. He gave it to me after I started working at the company to mark that important part of my life.” He hands the opened box to you. “I want to entrust it to Jungkook through you. Let it mean something more.”

You look at the ring a little longer than necessary and place it on Jungkook’s finger, feeling his calloused hand, the one you’ll be holding for the rest of your life, the one that will comfort you, protect you, take care of you.

You and Jungkook look at each other with a mix of disbelief, shock, fear, and worry. Your parents had just passed onto both of you very valuable parts of themselves, of your families. If it hasn’t sunk in yet what the decision to be engaged really means, and how truly important it is to everyone, now it has, and these pieces of jewelry decorating both your fingers will remind you everyday.

You’re both snapped out of your trance-like states with Soojin shouting at the 2 boys who were chasing her around. You all laugh at how familiar the scene is, but it’s a welcome distraction for you and Jungkook.

Everyone proceeds to enjoy the food prepared, with you and your now-fiancé constantly glancing at your own and each other’s hands where the rings lay. Somehow things still feel surreal.

“So, shall we talk about the wedding?” Jungkook’s father asks. You didn’t think you’d have to do it so soon, but again, it’s not like you expected anything less.

“___ and I have talked a bit about it,” Jungkook starts. “Nothing big or fancy. This shouldn’t be publicized, which means no announcements.” You’d decided on this yesterday on the way home; if they wanted you two to get married, it would be on your terms. Neither of you were fans of the flashy stuff anyways.

“So, nothing like how all our weddings went?” Seokjin asks, laughing.

“Nothing like those,” you confirm. “We want it small and simple. Outside of the city, if possible. If it’s as important to our families as you say, then we’re the only ones we need.” You don’t say that it would be hard to convince outsiders of your relationship, of your love for each other that doesn’t exist.

“No worries, honey,” your mother says. “Anything you want.”

It surprises you how easy this is. You somehow prepared yourself for a debate, if not a battle, over the kind of wedding you’ll have, recalling the grand and intricate ones that your siblings and Junghyun had. But the control you’re being given is convincing you that there’s really nothing more than your families’ desire to solidify the kinship through you and Jungkook - it’s not a social or business statement, not a PR stunt (which Jungkook had initially suspected given his troublesome past), not a misdirection or a part of a grander plan; it’s more sentimental than that. It is, simply put, a union, a symbol of an unbreakable bond that’s stood the test of time, love be damned. You wonder if they believe that’s something you two can eventually have, though.

The rest of the day goes by too fast. Both of your parents have gone on to discuss the wedding details, which you and Jungkook excuse yourselves from because of the overwhelming feeling of it all, but not before calling your respective grandparents and having both of you commit your Sundays to planning and dealing with wedding stuff.

The rest of you proceeded to the den to play with the kids and finally tell them why they were forced to wear their prettiest clothes because “Uncle Jungkook and Auntie ___ are getting married,” to which Jihoon shouts, “I’m going to have a cousin!” Your siblings couldn’t help but laugh at the scandalized look on both of your faces.

As everybody prepares to leave and your siblings give each of you their final congratulations and hugs, Seokjin turns to Jungkook and says, within your earshot, that “I love you like a brother but I’d do anything for my sister; please don’t hurt her.”

Junghyun repeats what Seokjin said and as Jungkook assures his brother and yours that no, he won’t hurt you, he looks at you and admires the joy that naturally radiates from you. Suddenly he thinks you’re too beautiful for this world, and the thought of how loved you are by everybody he cares about scares him more than anything because deep inside, he doesn’t know if he could ever truly love you the way they want him to, the way they think you deserve.

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