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thorne93 · 5 years

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Stan Lee University (Part 9)

Prompt: What would the Avengers be like in college, more importantly, what would they be like if Y/N existed around them?

Word Count: 2110

Warnings: drama, language, betrayal, adult content (not smut, but it’s like TV-14 rating...)

Notes: This is based on a HC from @carryonmyswansong. They helped brainstorm and write part of this series. In this AU, no one will have powers, everyone is a normal human. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong

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The next morning, you woke up really late and decided to go get some lunch. You were starving and you left your dorm, in search of food. You weren’t sure if you’d go off campus or just go to the cafe and grab a sandwich. You figured you’d decide once you stepped outside.

Just as you were about to leave the lobby though, Loki walked in, holding a bouquet of colorful flowers.

Must be for a girl he met last night, you thought with irritation.

His eyes found you and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Ah, Y/N. I found you.”

“Oh, yes, because I’m so hard to locate.” You rolled your eyes and started to walk by him.

“Wait, wait,” he said, stepping backwards and in front of you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry about last night. I was drunk and an ass.” He pushed the flowers toward you. “For you.”

“You think you can just hand me some flowers and you acting the way you did will just make this all go away?” you demanded, flabbergasted.

“No. That’s not it.”

“Then what? Because I can forgive being drunk if you were just a lot to handle, but you went and kissed other people on our date, Loki. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I know it is. I’m.. I realize you weren’t trying to stop the game or having a good time, but I took it personally. When I drink, I turn into a dick.”

“That’s a poor excuse,” you said, starting to walk around him again.

“I only did it because I wanted to kiss you.”

Your eyes narrowed and you turned, your hand on the handle to leave the lobby of the dorms. You spun, your gaze on his. “What was that?”

“I wasn’t trying to do it to kiss other people. I was doing it because I’d hope you join and it would be an excuse for me kissing you without making things awkward.” He peered at you with such apology, you were actually starting to believe him.

“A guy that flirts like you doesn’t exactly need an excuse to kiss your date. It’s kind of all part of the experience,” you commented, the annoyance gone from your voice.

“Yes, but, you’re rather intimidating,” he informed with a tiny smile.

“So I’ve heard,” you muttered. “But why didn’t you stop when I didn’t want to join?”

He sighed. “I hoped, stupidly, that you would join anyway. Maybe you’d get jealous, or change your mind. Idiotic, I know.”

You screwed your mouth to the side in thought. Maybe he really wasn’t that bad of a guy. Maybe he was just trying to kiss you without rushing things.

In a swift motion, you grabbed the flowers and reached your hand up to his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. His lips were short of freezing, but you didn’t mind. They moved quickly, after the initial shock, his lips firm and precise on yours. The kiss was quick, but filled with promise.

You let him go and grinned.

“Wanna go get lunch, you idiot?” you asked.

“Ah, just what a man loves to hear, insults on being asked to a date.”

“Well as long as you don’t make out with anyone else on this date, we’ll be okay,” you assured laughing as you put your arm through his.

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“You’re giving him another chance?” Natasha asked as the three of you sat in Clint’s apartment.

“Yeah. I mean, he was a dick but it was for kind of a cute reason.”

“Or a stupid reason,” she muttered, taking a sip of her water.

“Well, if he’s really a jerk, he’ll show his colors again.”

“Are you sure?” Clint interjected. “You were pretty upset last night.”

“Yeah but I was just being over emotional.”

“What about that one guy, in your lab?” Natasha mentioned and your stomach did a flop.

“Who? You mean Stephen?”

“Yeah, what’s happening on that front?”

You snorted and shook your head. “He made it clear he didn’t want to date me. I asked him to the party and…” You shook your head, stopping the statement. “But then at the party he was really sweet and I drove him back to school and… I don’t know he’s too hot then cold. At least Loki’s sort of consistent.”

“Yes, consistently an ass. It sounds like you need to tell both guys to fuck off,” Nat remarked.

“I second that,” Clint said.

“It’s easy for you two. You’re practically married, you two are perfect. But for us single folk, it’s a little harder.”

“You act as if your choice is an asshole or a dick,” Nat noted disdainfully.

You shrugged. “I’m just saying, this campus is small. I’m going after the few guys I didn’t go to high school with. That’s all.”

“Well don’t settle. College isn’t the end all be all of the dating pool.”

“Again, you two can’t lecture me,” you sternly said before laughing.

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Three more weeks passed and Loki was more affectionate and on a fast track to becoming your boyfriend. The two of you got lunch together every day, and spent nearly every evening in your dorm discussing books and movies. Not to mention Loki showing up before Lit class at your dorm just to walk you to class.

When he actually tried, he was very romantic and sweet.

Stephen on the other hand was still very on and off, and frankly it was driving you mad.

Sure, Loki seemed better, great even. But something about Stephen. He seemed more grounded, more mature, he knew his life was heading in a certain direction and he was working to get there. That was always something you’d admired and wanted in a life partner was a guy with goals, ambitions, and the drive to make it happen. Bucky didn’t seem to share that. Sure, Bucky was going to school for engineering, he hoped to do something with prosthetics, but he lacked maturity.

While Loki was smart, funny, and entertaining, he lacked the seriousness you desired in a guy. Stephen might’ve been hot and cold, but there was just something about when the two of you had such close moments that you couldn’t write off. Especially that sense of trust. You didn’t quite have that with Loki, but it was there with Stephen.

But the fact of the matter was, Loki was putting forth effort to be with you, to be around you. And so far, all Stephen had done was give you his number, and that was just for the physics project. And the hand graze when you reached for the worksheets. And the staring at you then smiling.

Damn him.

No, you were with a guy who was actually trying, you thought, trying to convince yourself. If Stephen wanted to be with you, he would’ve said something by now.

Loki was lying on your bed, his head at the foot end - as usual, when he patted the space next to you. “Come on, we’ve got three chapters to get through tonight,” he encouraged.

“Are you sure we aren’t just going to end up making out?” you asked incredulously with a grin as you climbed onto the bed. That’s usually how it went for you two. The homework would start, but then ten minutes in, you two would be making out - rather heatedly.

The last time this happened, he had his hand up your shirt and his other hand traveled to your pants but you stopped him. You weren’t sure you were ready for that yet.

“It’s highly likely, darling,” he cooed as he kissed behind your ear, making you shiver.

You let the feelings wash over you of arousal before your senses snapped back.

“Okay, if you’re going to be here, you have to behave.”

He raised his hand in surrender and oath. “On my word.”

“Good.”

The two of you started to read, you got past the first chapter, swapping off characters, when you suddenly read a line about desire and lust.

“And their hands just wouldn’t stop. They wanted them to, they needed them to, but the fire was building, growing…” Your eyes drifted to Loki’s who was already trained on your face.

Like a switch was flipped, you two lunged at each other. In a split second he was on top of you, his hands moving through your hair, your mouths colliding almost violently. He was between your legs quickly, grinding on top of you.

His hand moved up your shirt to cup your breast before he nearly attacked your mouth again. You we're already panting as you grabbed at his shirt, your legs wrapping around his hips.

He took the hint and helped you pull his shirt off. You figured he would help pull yours off, but in a twist of events you didn't see coming, he grabbed at the hem of your shirt with his teeth and pulled up.

Well if you weren't aroused before, you sure as hell were now.

He leaned up and you ripped at his belt as if your life depended on it and he watched you with lust blown pupils. In a swift motion, his belt was off and you were making quick work of his pants.

Now that he was in his boxers, he tugged your jeans off quickly, his fingers digging into your flash as he drug them down your legs.

He left you in your bra and panties for just moment while he kissed you again, trailing the kisses down your jaw, neck, and cleavage.

“I need these off, now,” he ordered huskily, pulling you up to your knees. He helped you with your bra, throwing it across the dorm. His hands trailed down your sides, leaving a searing mark on your skin. He kissed all the way down your torso until his nose was nestled over the sweet spot, resting above your panties.

You let out a nervous, aroused laugh, making Loki react. He smirked before reaching up and throwing you onto your back, before removing your panties.

He followed this by diving down between your legs, his tongue working quickly over you, making you gasp and cry out, your hand flying to his hair.

“Holy shit, Loki,” you panted.

He laughed but kept up the attack on you.

What followed was Loki practically worshipping you as he paid attention to every detail of your body. You returned the favor as best you could, your hands and mouth working over his pale, toned physique.

By the early morning, after round three, the two of you were utterly spent. When you were done, you both laughed as you grabbed water from your mini fridge for both of you.

Without a word, you two settled down in the bed and you felt happy. Finally, you were moving on from Bucky, and you weren't thinking about Stephen.

So maybe Loki wasn't the most practical or business driven. But he was kind, funny, gave you the time of day, and you had a lot of similar interests.

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Early the next morning, you woke up, long before your alarm went off, around 5 am, it was still relatively dark out. You smiled, hoping to roll over and greet Loki, but when you turned, he was nowhere to be found. His clothes weren’t there, and there was no note, his side ice cold.

You frowned. Maybe he just went to the bathroom. Or maybe he was out getting coffee.

Rolling to grab your phone, checking for messages, you found one from Loki.

“Thanks, now do me a favor and lose my number.”

For what seemed like eons, you stared at the text, reading it over, and over, and over again. This couldn’t be right. This just… This had to be a joke that you two would laugh about. Loki would come back, stating it was a joke.

You didn’t do this. You didn’t do things like this. You weren’t a one-night stand kind of person. You’d only been with Bucky, and the only reason you were okay with friends with benefits with him was because at one time, you’d been in love with him. You thought you were falling for Loki, that’s why you did this. That’s why you gave yourself to him completely.

But now… Now he just used you for a piece of ass? All that sweet talk and complimenting and the flowers was all just to get in your pants? You felt so cheap.

How had you been so blind and stupid? You knew Loki was a player, that’s why he was flirtatious but you just thought maybe he was interested in you.

Guess not, though.

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army-author · 7 years

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jungkook scenario | ghostly intervention

➸ prompt: The ghost that haunts our apartment is tired of watching our failed flirting attempts and has started leaving not-so-subtle hints for us to ‘just get together already!’

➸ pairing: jungkook x reader (featuring ghost yoongi)

➸ requested by @stitched-yoongz and @onceyoujiminyoucantjimoutbts | 1.3k words | fluff

As a ghost, Min Yoongi has lived (or died) through as many love stories as there are stars in the sky. The couples that have lived on the land he haunts come and go, flitting into love, falling out of it, flirting and fawning and turning Yoongi’s stomach with all their clichéd declarations.

But by far the most infuriating couple has to be you and Jungkook - for the fact that, despite the obvious chemistry, you aren’t actually a couple. Yet…

Normally, Yoongi doesn’t like getting involved with the living - he’s happy to sit and watch as they run around, worrying about small thing and making big fools of themselves, but just this once he decides he should take matters into his own hands.

He starts small, moving things from Jungkook’s room...

♡♡♡

Jungkook bursts into your bedroom, at eight in the morning, his just-showed hair dripping and tangled, and nothing but a pair of sweatpants on. “Have you seen my hoody anywhere?”

Still in your pyjamas, you run a hand through the tangles in your bed-head, asking, “Which hoody? You have, like, fifty of them!” while keeping your eyes firmly fixed on your sheets to avoid the half-naked boy in your room.

“You know the one I mean. The one I always wear. It’s black-”

Your nose wrinkles in recognition. “You mean the one you’ve worn so much it’s got holes in the sleeves?”

“That’s the one!”

“I’ve no idea, Jungkook. Now can you get out of my room? And put some clothes on while you’re at it!”

Strung up by your defensive tone, Jungkook’s brows furrow down and his eyes shift a few shades darker below his lowered lashes. “Fine! Sorry to bother you.” As he turns to go, his eyes light on a familiar black sleeve, and he pulls his lost hoody out from one of your drawers. “What’s this doing here?”

Your cheeks flare up, in anger or embarrassment or both. It’s hard to tell.

“Have you been wearing it?” Jungkook stares at you, perplexed.

“No way!” You jump up, and with a firm hand on Jungkook’s bare back, push him towards the door, “Like I’d wear that grotty old thing!”

From his corner, watching the whole affair, Yoongi reflexively slams a palm to his forehead, as you close the door in Jungkook’s face, and then stare at your fingertips that have just touched Jungkook’s bare skin. If Yoongi didn’t know any better he’d say you weren’t going to wash your hands for a while.

♡♡♡

So plan one was a flop. Yoongi knew this would be difficult, but he didn’t realise it would be near impossible. Maybe a more direct approach is necessary?

The next day he’s ready with another scheme. One that’s a bit more physical…

He just needs to wait for the right moment. Watching the two of you skirting around each other at breakfast, trying not to step on the other’s toes while making coffee and sneaking glances, it’s almost as if you’re begging for Yoongi to give you a push. Literally.

As you walk past Jungkook, Yoongi gives you a small shove and you fall right into your housemate.

Yoongi’s aim was better than he thought.

You fall on top of Jungkook, lips connecting for a millisecond that stretches into an eternity as you fall. Yoongi’s eyes are sharp enough to catch the momentary pleasure that thrills through you mid-air, before you crash to the ground, nose smashing into Jungkook’s.

Jumping up, like you might contract the plague if you don’t get away, you make a beeline for the door.

“Are we going to talk about what just happened?” Jungkook calls after you.

A hasty “Nope!” is thrust over your shoulder as you slam the door behind you.

Somehow, all Yoongi’s plans end with slammed doors.

Maybe he needs a different approach.

Forcing the two of you together isn’t helping. You already know how you feel, you just don’t know the feeling is mutual. How can Yoongi help you realise you don’t have to run away from every offering of love?

Ah! - a thought enters Yoongi’s head. Yes! This might be perfect.

♡♡♡

Yoongi has everything in position, ready and waiting for you to wander into the living room, with:

“Jungkook, have you seen my diary?”

“Huh?” Jungkook’s sitting on the sofa, legs crossed and Playstation controller in his hand. He pauses his game to listen to you, and shakes his head when you repeat the question.

You gnaw on your bottom lip. “That’s so weird… I could have sworn I left it in my room.”

“I’ll help you look for it,” Jungkook offers, jumping from the sofa.

You flash him a thankful smile, and continue searching. This is the first time things have felt natural between the two of you since the accidental kiss (completely on purpose on Yoongi’s part). He can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, seeing you and Jungkook getting along.

As you head towards the book shelf, he follows after you, and brushes against a stack of books, knocking one to the floor. You frown at the book, then huff at your own clumsiness and stoop to pick it up, but not before a flash of recognition crosses your face.

It wasn’t any book Yoongi knocked down – it’s Jungkook’s lyric notebook, where he writes down all his inspiration for songs. Most of his inspiration comes from you. Yoongi just hopes you’ll understand the stowed up feelings spilled onto paper.

On the other side of the room, there’s a gasp as Jungkook discovers the diary you mysteriously misplaced. The place where you bury your secret thoughts.

There’s a silence as you read the other’s words. Yoongi holds his breath.

The two of you turn to face each other… and wait for someone to say something.

“Did you mean what you wrote in the diary?”

“Are these lyrics about me?”

The two of you begin questioning in unison, and then clamp your mouths shut, open your mouths again, hesitate for a moment, and then laugh at yourselves.

“Please, go first,” Jungkook indicates with an open palm.

“Did you write these lyrics for me?” you ask, brushing your fingers along the edges of the book and the precious words contained within.

“Maybe I did…” Jungkook’s eyes shine, and Yoongi has to bit down on his lip to stop himself screaming: “Just say yes!”

“Were you writing about me in your diary?”

You puff out your cheeks and huff a small breath. “No, I was writing about my other housemate who always wears the same stupid black hoody.”

Jungkook’s lips stretch into a smile. “Did you mean it? When you wrote that you liked me?”

Your body stiffens, and Yoongi wills you to stand your ground, admit what you feel rather than hiding behind sarcasm or denial. But then you say, “I meant it.”

Finally! Yoongi’s mouth twitches to a small smile, until…

“Well… I… also meant the lyrics I wrote,” Jungkook says, “And, yes, they were about you. I like you a lot.” He laughs, as he speaks, like it’s a relief to finally get the words out.

“I like you a lot too,” you repeat back. Words keep tumbling.

“I like you so much.”

“I’ve liked you for so long!”

“I’ve liked you for longer!”

Yoongi’s smile is replaced by a grimace. You only confessed three seconds ago, and already you’re being more disgustingly romantic than most couples Yoongi’s been forced to haunt.

He exits the room before things can get any more nauseating.

Author’s note: this might be a bit long for a drabble, but I got carried away! I hope you enjoyed it! ♡

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m2k021 · 6 years

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Coffee

Part 1

Summary: Kora accidentally bumped into Min Yoongi on her way home. He offers to help her write her songs and to help her Korean, since she’s a little rusty. Over time, she begins to feel things, things she doesn’t want to feel. She knows that Yoongi thinks of her as a little sister. But does he really?

Word Count: 1538

Warnings: Fluff, Flirting, Eventual Smut

A/N: Set right before the release of Cypher 4

“Ah, dammit!” I shouted, crouching down to pick up my scattered notes. A boy kneeled to help. “No, it’s alright. I’ve got it.” I said, darting my hands out to grab the notes before he could read them. “Sorry for making a scene.”

“It’s alright, I don’t mind.” he said, his hand reaching for my lyrics book, which was wide open.

“No!” I said, lunging forward to snatch the book from his grasp. “I-I’m sorry, it’s personal.” I muttered. My face burned with embarrassment.

“Um, I understand.” He said, flipping over the pages as he handed them to me. I finally looked up and re-dropped everything. He chuckled.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, feeling my face burn even brighter. “Min Yoongi.”

He grinned his usual gummy smile. I glanced around for the other members, semi-glad to find them not there. Suga is my bias. “So, you finally recognized me.” He teased.

“Yeah, I’m sorry for being such an ass.” I muttered, keeping eye contact with him.

“No, it’s okay. You weren’t an ass,” he said with a stomach fluttering smile. “What are they?” He asked, nodding to my various papers.

I hesitated. ‘Um, they’re lyrics.” I muttered, tucking the pages into my bag.

“Oh, you write?” He asked, leaning back on his heels to look at me.

“Not really, well, I mean, yeah, but um, I, uh, I…” I fumbled for my words,

He chuckled. “It’s alright, you don’t owe an explanation. But, if you would like someone to look over them, I’ll be glad to. I’ve got nothing scheduled for the next couple of hours.” He offered his hand to help me stand, which I took.

“Well, um, you don’t have to, that’s fine.” I stammered.

“No, I’d love to. I always like to read other people’s lyrics.” He said with a smile.

“Um, really?” I asked quietly, rocking back and forth on my heels.

“Yeah, come on. We can do it over coffee?” He asked, moving so I could walk first.

“The others won’t wonder where you are?” I questioned, turning around to look at him.

“No, they know not to expect me for another two hours. We’ve got plenty of time,” he said.

“Thanks, for doing this, but, why are you doing this?” I asked, turning my head to look at him.

He was quiet for a moment. “Well,” he slowly answered, “I like to help and, well, I think you’re cute and I want to help you.” He said, smiling at the ground.

My eyes widened and my face flushed a deep red. “O-oh, thanks.” I said, biting my lip to hide my smile.

“It’s no problem.” He said. “The shop is just up here. I was thinking we could grab a coffee, then go somewhere more quiet?” He asked, turning to me for approval.

“Yeah, yeah, that’d be great.” I said, nodding vigorously. We quickly approached the store and darted in. His face was obscured by his hat, and somewhere along the way he had slipped on his face mask.

“What’ll it be?” He asked, pushing his mask down under his chin. I grinned at the chance to see this sight in person.

“I’ll have a caramel macchiato,” I said with a smirk. He chuckled, his cheeks filling over the mask. He looked cute and puffy.

He approached the counter and gave the barista our orders before coming back to me. “It’ll be just a minute,” he said. “In the meantime, what’s your name? I never asked.”

“Oh! Right, I’m Kora.” I said, sticking my hand out to shake his.

“Kora, pretty.” He said with a smile. I blushed again. “You’re American?” He asked.

“Hmm, Italian, actually,” I said. “My mom was born in Florence, as was I, but we moved to America when I was a year old.” I explained.

“Oh, that’s amazing. Do you know any Italian?” He asked.

“Mmm, unfortunately, no, no I do not. I was too early for the language to stick, and my mom always spoke English after we moved to America.” I said, shaking my head. “I wish, though, that she’d teach me some Italian, but she’s very weird whenever I bring up Italy.”

“Aw, that’s shame.” He said. “So, why’d you move to South Korea?” He asked, asking me to wait when the barista called our names. When he came back, we both left the shop and continued to talk.

“Well, I moved here to get away from America. I’m sick of it there, to be completely honest. My life wasn’t all that good. I was the straight-A student, Valedictorian, then I graduated and my mom and dad wanted me to be a lawyer like them, but that’s not what I want.” I shrugged and sipped on the coffee, relishing in the caramel goodness.

“Then what do you want?” He asked, watching me over the edge of the cup as he sipped.

I considered the question before answering. “Well, I have a strong passion for music, like singing and dancing, and also for learning, That’s partially why I came here. I wanted to learn about another culture and language, and, I gotta say, I’m impressed.” I said with an approving scoff.

“How so?” Yoongi asked, swishing his drink back and forth. From the aroma, I could tell that it was the same as mine.

“Well, for one, your culture is amazing! You’re use of honorifics, it’s great. Everyone is so polite and respectful, meanwhile, over in America, you’ve got people shooting up elementary schools.” He smiled over the steam that was rising from his coffee. “Also, the language. I thought that learning spanish was hard, but, phew, Korean is ten times worse. It’s so complicated, especially with the Hangul. Like, if you guys wrote with the romanized version, it would have been slightly easier, but no. It was so difficult for me to learn, especially since I came here with no knowledge of Korea or its customs.

“So, when I got here, I knew nothing. I could only speak English and spanish. It took me nearly two years to learn Korean, and I’m still rusty. I constantly forget the honorifics, and people tend to think that I’m incredibly rude, especially when I mess them up. It’s so embarrassing.” I blushed slightly, shying away from his amused expression.

“Well, a few times during this conversation I’ve gotten lost. Who taught you Korean?” He asked.

“Myself,” I said timidly.

“Really?” He asked in surprise and amazement, stopping me.

“Yeah, I went to some classes, but I began to piece everything together after a while. I taught myself almost everything.” I said, my cheeks reddening again.

“Wow, for a second I thought I was going to have to scold someone, but you’re actually a pretty good speaker for being self-taught,” he said with a huff. “I’m impressed.”

I stood straighter, a little confused. “Wait, so I’m bad?”

“No, not bad, just….a little confused. You used some words backwards, but you’re still really good. If you want, I can also tutor you in Korean, in exchange that you teach me some English.” He said with a gummy smile.

I grinned. “Deal,” I stuck out my hand and he took it, shaking it firmly.

“Deal,” he grinned back. “But still, you’re pretty darn good, I just need to see your writing.” He said.

“Oof, that’s where I’m really bad.” I laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck. Just then, a phone pinged and we both dug through our pockets to check ours. It turned out to be his, but I decided to shoot my best friend a text about who I was with.

Yoongi was busy on his phone as I screamed at my best friend, Ella, about what was happening. “Here, let me get your number, Kora. I’m so sorry, but something just came up.” He said, handing his phone to me.

“Oh, that’s no problem,” I lied. Maybe he was ready to ditch me. I quickly typed in my phone number and name, with a reminder of who I was before handing his phone back to him.

“Look, I’m not trying to ditch you, Kora-” he read my mind- “Namjoon is having an issue with some equipment, and none of the others can help. I’ll call you later tonight. Again, I’m so sorry. Enjoy the rest of your day.” He called out as he rushed across the street and got swept away by the Seoul current.

I huffed in disappointment. Maybe I jinxed myself when I told Ella. I thought, chugging the rest of my coffee before throwing it away. Not even a minute passed before my phone pinged. I thought it was Ella, but was surprised to find an unknown number. It was Yoongi. I internally screamed as I answered.

He wasn’t ditching me! I skipped along the sidewalk, giggling and humming happily as I made my way. I finally made it home and threw my bag down, giggling again as I sat down. I put my phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ so Ella’s frantic texts wouldn’t come through anymore. I sighed as I flopped onto my bed, tucking my hands between my knees as I thought. Best. Day. EVER!

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